My husband Martin announced over dinner one Friday that a work colleague of his was getting married the following day and we had been invited. I had never met this guy or his bride but apparently it was our duty to attend as far as Martin was concerned. I was more than happy to go along, I like a good wedding and the chance to dress up and enjoy ourselves.
That night I went through the closet to decide what to wear. The reception and party were being held in the garden of the groom's parents, and as it was a late afternoon and into the evening event, I went for a standard little black dress. Martin approved as the one I chose nicely shows off what he calls 'my ample cleavage.' With matching underwear laid out, I was ready for the following day.
I thoroughly enjoyed the event, lovely food, plenty of drink and even some dancing with Martin. As dusk arrived and most people moved inside, I began to feel the effects of drinking too much wine, needing to clear my head I wandered along the path heading to a gazebo I had seen earlier. As I got closer I noticed what looked like an older teenager standing by the gazebo door having a smoke, I had to smile to myself as I wondered if my teenage son did the same thing. As I approached, he stepped back inside the gazebo, which was one of the modern ones all glass and white vinyl, there was no light inside but enough moonlight to see a person.
"Hi! Are you with the wedding group?" I asked as I stepped in.
The door slammed shut behind me and another teenager appeared.
"The wedding is next door," he told me. "You crossed into our yard, hopefully to entertain us."
"Entertain you? What is that supposed to mean?"
He did not answer, just gave me an arrogant stare and ordered me to sit down. I did as he told me and offered no resistance when he grabbed my bag and began to go through it, helping himself to the fifty dollars in there.
"So you are Sally?" He asked me, reading my driving licence and I nodded to confirm it.
"I am John and this is Tony." He said, pointing to the quieter one. "And that's where you live, I know it well; we might come and visit you one day for a surprise." They both found that funny and laughed. I laughed to myself as well but didn't show it, I was thinking of the fun I had enjoyed earlier that summer with two other teenage boys.
"What do you want from me then?" I asked, half hoping I'd found two new randy young admirers to fool around with.
"Our mother tells us that we have to empty our balls at least once a day at our age and both she and our sister are away this weekend so the duty is down to you." John said.
"You have sex with your mother and sister?" I asked, shocked at his revelation.
"Sure we do, Mom just brings us off by hand, but we fuck our sister all the time, she is eighteen and cock mad." John boasted.
I turned to Tony, "Is that all true?" I asked him and he nodded.
"That's awful! I suppose you want me to wank you both off as well?"
"You could suck us off instead, we like that more," John replied.
"I bet you do, get it out then, but I'm only doing a hand job."
"You first, get your tits out." John demanded.
I loosened my wrap around dress and pulled my breasts out of my bra, while John dropped his trousers and stood stroking his cock right in front of me. I leaned forward and took him in my hand; he was rock hard within seconds as I pumped on his shaft. I was enjoying myself already, thinking of how often I had done this not so long ago with those other two randy young boys.
I knew I was getting wet; I love the sight and feel of a young cock with a nice pair of balls. I squeezed harder and harder on John's steel like erection, worked that shaft faster as he moaned and oozed pre-cum over his nice shiny cock head. I knew he was close, and sure enough seconds later he was spraying his cum all over the floor, missing my face by a matter of inches.
"Do you feel better now?" I asked him.
"Hell yes, you're pretty good for an old lady."
"Well I've had plenty of experience," I told him.
"It shows, now sort Tony out while I go to the house for more cigarettes."
"Yes sir!" I answered as he left, locking the door behind him.
"Are you ready?" I said, trying to look Tony straight in the eye through the dim moonlight coming into the gazebo. His trousers were soon down around his ankles, revealing a very proud and hard cock, slighter bigger than his brothers but with blonde pubes that were hardly noticeable, making it look even bigger. This was a beautiful cock with the tightest of balls; I was transfixed as it pulsated so invitingly before me.
"You have a beautiful cock Tony." I said and I meant it.
I leaned forward, cupped his heavy balls in my hand, and then took him straight into my wide open mouth; this was one cock I simply had to suck off. I moved my lips back and forth on him, twirled my tongue around his big bell end, and kissed and licked all over his magnificent young manhood to further excite him. I could hear his moans of pure pleasure as his hands firmly took hold of my head, forcing me to take more of him between my lips. His cock started to twitch and pulsate as he fucked my mouth in the approach to his orgasm.
I was on my knees by now, letting him use me how he wanted, until finally he held my head even tighter and fired shot after shot of his warm cum down my throat. I eagerly swallowed his full load, not allowing a single drop to spill. He tasted so good; I desperately needed to be fucked immediately, but knew that was a bit too risky in the circumstances.
"Oh God Sally, that was fabulous."