Sisters Wedding

Sam and her two k**s arrived at 5.00 am at Sydney airport, home after 18 months. They arrived during the summer heatwave, leaving the cold winter behind them. Picking up the hire car after queuing through customs and passport control allowed the 3 of the 4 in the family to feel like the holiday had started. The 4th had stayed at home, part work part because the OZ family didn't care if he turned up or not.

The first leg of the journey to her sister's wedding was to pick up grandma from the north suburbs. It took longer than expected, but once on the road, the k**s entertained Grandma with stories and tales from their life far away until dusk when they pulled into the motel booked for the first night.

Pizzas were ordered in; all had an early night as the next day, they needed to be at the rehearsal mid-afternoon. Arriving in good time, the family settled into their rooms, expecting her husband to be with them; the family had booked two rooms, one for the parents and one for the k**s. Grandma had her own room.

The k**s were happy to see their Aunts and other long-distance relatives, kept away from Sam, who, after performing her role as maid of honour at the rehearsal, picked up the first of many champagne glasses and made new friends with her sister's new family.

Stepping outside with one of her new friends, a tall, barrel-chested man, bald, with huge hands, and with a belly that stretched his shirt and trousers, called Pete, not her usual type; however, his humour and demeanour had sparked interest. He came from the groom's side, a farmer in the bush up North. He had what she needed: a cigarette, a clear sign she almost had enough booze. The warm air felt good after the cold of the air-conditioning, lighting a given cigarette, the first for many months. Sam filled her lungs with the smoke and quickly regretted it. The smoke made her feel dizzy, and she fell against her companion, her breasts brushed against his belly, and to steady herself, she accidentally put her hand on his groin, pulling it back as fast as she could but perhaps not fast enough because she felt through the material what seemed to be a tennis ball.

"Sorry" she said, "No worries" her new friend said and pulled out a chair for her to sit on.

She looked around, and nobody else was in the area. She tried not to look at his groin, but it was difficult as it was now at eye height. The outline, which she could see clearly now, was of 2 tennis balls and an unmistakable thick cock. His belly hid it from general view. Looking up, she saw him looking down at her cleavage. She smiled. It had been a long time since anybody had paid any attention to her, and she was enjoying this engagement and decided that if the opportunity arose, she would like to see what was in his pants. Going back inside, the new friends split, but she kept looking at him and saw he always appeared to be looking at her.

The k**s had reached the limit of their patience with each other and needed to be escorted to their room. The party had started to thin anyway, but she decided to have one last drink and got downstairs before the bar closed. Getting the drink and asking if the bartender had any cigarettes, she didn't see her new friend come up behind her, put a pack on the bar, and asked if she was looking for one. Turning, Sam said you know how to chat a girl up and walked out into the cooling night air. Nobody outside they got close as they lit their cigarettes from the same flame. Him bending down and looking at her tits, not where the flame ended up. He burnt himself. He swore and then laughed because he knew he was busted. He bent down again and kissed Sam. They embraced Sam, not wanting to get caught, organised to meet him in his room in 15, and suggested he get drinks and go now. Finishing off her glass and cigarette didn't take that long. Sam could feel the excitement building and the wetness in her panties growing.

Catching the lift, she stepped out on the floor above hers and found his room, standing close to the door to try and hide from anybody disturbed by her knocking. She tapped on it, the door opened instantly, and she stepped inside. The situation reminded her of the days before her wedding, her time in Sydney as a young professional lawyer, which meant lots of drinking and lots of fucking young bucks in cheap hotel rooms just like this one. In those days, she had a routine which always worked, always made her cum and always made her feel like a slut, which she loved. Although not a young buck, the man standing in front of her had the same lustful look, and she had a lust to get fucked.

Pushing him back against the wall, she knelt in front of him, undid his belt and button, unzipped his fly and pulled down his trousers and pants. The manly smell filled her nostrils, but what she saw next made her lean back on her hunches a little. The ball sack, which hung so low, was full of the most enormous bollocks she had ever seen. A thick shaft of flesh almost hid them with the biggest knob end she could have imagined. The base hidden by short, curly tufts of dark hair. The flaccid cock was bigger than her husband's when he was hard. She held the heavy cock in her hand and pulled it towards her mouth. Kissing the end of his bell end felt like she was kissing a baby's head, warm, soft but hard and out of proportion, with no foreskin to stop her kissing and worshipping the now hardening member along its length. As she played with her new friend, The thickness of this cock grew and was now almost the same as her forearm, and the length was going to be nearly the same. Cupping the balls, she could hardly get both in her hand, and they felt heavy. Her routine remembered after a while, she reached into her gash and felt the wetness of her cunt and collecting her juice on a finger, she offered it to her punter (as she used to call them, her only charge was a hotel room)

He sucked on her fingers, tasting her cunt, while she worked on his magnificent cock, wanking the shaft. She could not get her fingers to close around the shaft. Standing, she stepped back, still dressed, and laid back on the bed, pulling her panties off to expose her cunt and arse. She looked back at the huge cock, which made her open her legs wide she reached down and pulled her cunt lips open. He stumbled over to the bed, knees against the mattress and pulled her back to the edge. She looked down and saw the considerable knob head close to her cunt, she felt it against her cunt lips, and then, a grunt from Pete, it entered her cunt. She returned the groan and adjusted her position to try and ease its passage into her.

She pushed back a little on his belly, and he stopped allowing her to adjust to the feeling of being stretched. Her cunt was so wet, her juice covered his cock and ran down her ass crack onto her skirt.

Steeling herself, she stopped resisting him, and he pushed his cock into her hole. She thought she was going to die but then realised that it did not matter; she was in heaven anyway. Her legs opened wider than she ever felt possible to allow the cock into her cunt. The bell end, stretching her out all the way to the top of her cunt. On her elbows, looking down, she realised that she had only taken two-thirds of his cock. He pulled back, Sam saw the member covered in her cunt juice, making it greasy and shiny. "Fuck Me" Sam said, "Stretch my cunt out You Fuck". Her new friend obliged, pushing his cock back in. On the tenth or twelfth stroke, she felt his bollocks bang against her arse, her cunt was leaking juice, and she could feel that running now down her arse crack.

She climaxed hard, shaking and crying out, holding on to her new lover, making him push in further. Both tried undressing fully as best they could, with Sam impaled on Pete's cock.

As Sam's full breasts were released, Pete's hands kneaded the flesh and bent over to suck on her nipples. Skirt gone, Sam's legs were free to open as wide as her hips would allow, and as she arched her back, all of Pete's cock inside her made her climax. Her legs trembled as she gripped the bed linen; Pete held on to her and then planted a sloppy kiss on her mouth. Tongue deep in her mouth.

Disengaging Sam asked "whats next?"

"turn over" Pete almost commanded

"Sure,"

Assuming the position on her knees, She grunted as her cunt once again filled with his hard cock. He pumped her cunt, holding her while his cock slid in and out. his hands roamed, over her body,holding her shoulders, squeezing her tits, pulling on her hair, slapping her ass as he ploughed her hot cunt. His cock felt so deep inside she collapsed on the bed. Pete just kept fucking her, swearing, calling her his whore, his bitch, his face against hers, roughly kissing her, slapping her backside as he rode her.

After what seemed an age and another climax, Sam felt him slow down and then stop halfway in. His cock twitched and spalt jizz from his bollocks. Sam felt the ropes of jizz hitting the top of her cunt, as his oversized ball sack emptied into her. A warm feeling came over her one last time before he removed his cock; her cunt stayed open, and some jizz ran down her thigh, mixing with hers.

Laying on the bed separated by inches for a while, Sam remembered her old routine. She got up, found her clothes and dressed under the watchful eye of her lover. Her thighs, gash and arse crack were covered in drying cum and cunt juice bringing back happy memories n. After one last look at his flaccid cock between his legs, she walked to the door and said see you at the wedding and walked out.

Leaning against the closed door to check the corridor, she walked quickly and quietly back to her room. Her cunt was still hot from the fucking. Sam smiled, the drying cum making her smell like an old whore,

Sam woke, fully dressed, and did what she used to; she pulled off her bra and top and turned the pillow to feel the healing powers of the cool linen, all without opening her eyes.

Twenty minutes later, she stirred again, stretched and lazily ran a hand along her thigh, slowly remembering the pleasure from last night's encounter. Running her hand up her thigh, Sam could feel the dry cum stuck to the skin and soft hairs. Arching her back, her hand reached her groin and gently rubbed the still-wet gash. Probing more, she felt the sticky mess still leaking from her open cunt. Looking at her fingers, the gob of cum stuck to it like glue, she returned her hand to her gash and, using her new lover's cum rubbed her clit until she felt the warm glow of a small gentle climax

Fully awake, Sam found a robe and made coffee, stepped out onto her balcony, which overlooked the beach where her sister's wedding would take place, and looked at her phone. In 2 hours, her sister would be wed. IN TWO FUCKING HOURS, though Sam, she finished her coffee and checked the message from her mother and eldest. When they could not wake her, they found Grandma and went down for breakfast. They are now watching the bride get ready and having their prep.

Twenty minutes later, Sam walked into her sister's room, said jet lag, and brushed off any comments. Sixty minutes later, hair and make-up complete, the girls took their positions. Looking around, Sam found her new lover sitting four rows back; he smiled, and she smiled back. The wedding ceremony was a great success. Nobody complained, everybody was happy, and Sam's k**s had just about kept it together. After the very late lunch and all the speeches, Sam and k**s sat with Grandma and her sisters, with bottles of champagne around the pool, waiting for the disco to start.

She spied her new lover, with a woman from his side of the family, they seemed close, excusing herself she walked over and said "Hi", holding out her hand to the woman and her new lover introduced his friend as a first cousin, Tina, who had travelled up from Sydney with her husband, who had taken a turn and was back in the room.

The two were easy to talk to, and Sam stayed and smoked - drunk with them. Apparently, the family gatherings were the only time they got to meet. As the evening went on, the bride and new Husband returned from the photo opportunity and left after starting the dancing. Sam and k**s danced for a while. She saw her new lover walk out to the smokers' area alone and followed him, nobody else in the area.

The two stood close. Sam wanted him to say how much he needed a repeat of last night, as her cunt was telling her that it required his long fat cock. As they talked, her cunt tingled and got moist. The farmer seemed hesitant. Sam took the initiative as she had done so many times before and said, Unless you say no, I will be at your door 20 minutes after you leave the party. "Ok," he said, "I was hoping you might say that" and kissed her on the cheek and then cheekily squeezed her ass, nearly getting caught in the process.

Sam went back to the k**s who were flagging, and Grandma was already in bed. Sam took the k**s up and came straight back down after getting them settled.

Damm, Sam said to herself. In those 15 minutes, the party had broken up entirely, servers were cleaning up, and there were just a few outside drinking. Pete was nowhere to be seen.

Stealing two bottles and avoiding the stares in the lift, she stood outside her lover's room, heart racing. She knocked on the door. It seemed like an age before the door opened, the vast man standing to the side, shirt unbuttoned and his cock outlined in his pants visible. She stepped in and kissed him, and as she walked into the room, she realised they were not alone.

Sitting on the bed was the first cousin, and she had her tits out of her top, glass in hand, smiling. The first cousin did not attempt to cover up. As Sam turned to her new lover, she noticed in the corner the first cousin's husband naked, duct taped to the chair. His arms and ankles were taped. "I see you are busy", Sam said. I'll leave you 3 to it.

"No, No, No, that's ok dear", said Tina, "it is nice my cousin Pete's found a friend to have some fun with at this do apart from me, although I'm a little disappointed that I missed his first load, I find that load so filling not that his others aren't, you might have found out if you had stayed this morning. He's a repeater, 3 - 4 big loads with the right encouragement. He told me you might want to play again".

"Petes not got many options living in the bush",; she continued ", the occasional visit to the local town whore 6 hours drive away or the occasional jerk fest with his mates. So we make the most of it. I'm happy to share if you are".

Sam had her share of group fucking in the past, most with 2-3 guys filling her holes, sometimes with female colleagues sharing a cock found from the dives in Sydney; she so wanted that huge cock inside her again and decided that sharing was better than doing without. "What's the deal with the naked husband," she asked.

"Sissy," said Tina, "likes to watch and lick out".

Here's to a fun evening, " said Sam, sitting next to her new friend as Pete grinned and poured her a drink.

Let's get comfortable, the cousin said and unzipped her dress and pulled it down past her tits. Cupping a tit, the cousin spoke to Pete and suggested he got his knob out, undoing his pants. The knob that Sam so wanted fell out, not even close to hard, but hanging 6 inches out of his pants. Tina reached up and pulled at his trousers, and both helped him out of them. Looking at his cock and ball sack, Sam wondered how it had fitted in her cunt last time as the cousin started to run her mouth up and down the shaft. Joining her, Sam felt the cock grow and stiffen as her mouth sucked at its length, both women taking a side, growing with every lick and suck; they could not get their lips around the shaft. Cupping a ball each, they played with Petes' plums.

"My turn first", said the cousin as she stripped and knelt on the bed in a doggy position. Sam moved back and looked at Tina's arse and gash, the gash wet as Tina reached into her cunt to play, watching Pete poke his knob end at the small hole he held Tin's hips and pushed his cock in; Tina gasped as Sam could see her cunt hole stretch to accept the giant cock. Pete pushed a little more, inch by inch, and his knob disappeared into Tina's cunt. Tina gripped the bed linen in her hands, her tits swinging under her. She grunted and urged her cousin to fuck her. Sam watched as the knob was extracted and pushed back in, again and again; her cunt was dripping sticky fluid, and she stripped, waiting her turn; Pete continued to plough Tina's cunt, holding on to her by his huge hands and stubby fingers.

Tina screamed and climaxed as her cunt was violated by the huge cock being poked into her; breathing heavily, Tina looked back at her cousin, begging him to offload his cum into her cunt, grunting and swearing. Sam saw Pete's cock twitch several times as he pumped cum into his cousin's cunt. As he withdrew his cock from her hole, cum followed in strings. Sam sucked those strings up from the bell end and the open cunt.

Tina collapsed into a heap, her cunt red from the pounding it had just had. Sam knelt by the bed, licking her lips as Pete sat and slapped his cousin's arse.

Laying back next to Tina on his back, the cock greasy from Tina's cunt, limp but still as big as her husband's, rested on his belly, while the cousins kissed Sam rubbed Pete's wet and sticky cock and bollocks. Sam licked Tina's tasty cunt juice from the shaft, and the cock soon responded. Climbing on the bed and positioning her damp cunt over the growing cock Sam sat on the now hard again cock, her tits hanging in front of Pete, who buried his head between them. Sam felt the Semi-hard cock fill every part of her cunt. It touched everywhere. Her engorged clit rubbing on Pete's groin made her cum, a warm glow only. Tina lay looking at her cousin, watching Sam ride her cousin's cock

Sam rolled her gash on the cock and could feel it grow inside her, Sam felt the cock stretching her cunt membranes gently at first, but as the cock grew, it stretched her hole until it felt hot. She rode Pete's cock; the cock touched and stretched every surface. Sam climaxed, shaking and screaming how much she loved it.

Sam smiled at Tina, who was playing with her gash, poking fingers in and tasting the sticky fluid extracted from her cunt; Tina offered some to Sam, who sucked on her new friend's fingers. Sam looked at Pete and begged him to cum, to fill her pussy with his hot spunk. Tina swung her leg over Pete's face and rubbed her cunt on his mouth. Sam felt Pete's response in her cunt as Pete's cock convulsed, and he pushed his cock as far as he could inside her as hot ropes of spunk filled every possible crevice inside her cunt which then squeezed past his cock to mix with her cum, over his balls.

Sam collapsing off Pete's cock and watched as Tina rubbed herself to a noisy climax on Pete's face. Stepping off his face, Tina looked at Sam as she approached her husband. Bending in front of him, Tina pushed her wet, sticky gash into her husband's face. The trapped husband licked at his wife's hole and lapped up every drop he could. Sam watched as the husband's cock splattered a thin rope of spunk over himself.

Sam laid back, her legs open as far as she could. She didn't need to look; her cunt hole was open, and she didn't care if it never closed. She played with herself as her new friends talked and poured more drinks.

Opening the patio doors, Pete, standing in the doorway, lit one, and Sam stood by him, sharing the cigarette, looking out over the ocean. It amused her when she noticed his bell end outside, even as Pete stood inside the room.

The cooling air meant that she needed a piss and joined Tina in the bathroom, Sam replacing her on the warm toilet seat, letting a stream of hot piss hit the bowl. Tina looked at Sam and asked about her plans for the rest of her holiday. I will go back to Sydney the day after tomorrow for five days, then fly back. Interesting said Tina and walked out.