Fertilizing The Bridesmaids Ch 02

So, getting back to little miss Brenda here, her lavender bridesmaid dress bunched up over her broad, childbearing hips. Her pretty pink panties pulled down to her ankles, taking everything I can give her. As I mentioned, I first nailed her about six months ago at another wedding across town. What is it they say? Oh yeah, always a bridesmaid and never a bride. Well, I hope Brenda keeps agreeing to her bridesmaid duties, because I like...

Fertilizing The Bridesmaids

Chapter Two

As I'm pounding away on Brenda, I think back to that wedding. I will say that it was memorable because this was one of those weddings where the Bride, the sweet, innocent thing that she is, was visibly knocked up. No, that wasn't my doing, but I do love seeing eight or nine month PG brides wearing their virginal white wedding gowns. I love the irony...and the bellies...and the over abundant bust line.

Anyway, I met Brenda when I was lining up the bridal party for the Grand Entrance. This occurs after the ceremony and it is the 'official' introduction of the new Mr. and Mrs. and their bridal party. Well, Brenda was lit. She was a hoot and a holler, as they say down south. She had already had a few glasses of champagne and was, truly, feeling no pain. Also, she wasn't half bad looking in that powder blue, taffeta and tulle monstrosity of a dress. She had the fabric frills up front, but you could tell there was a decent pair of tits underneath. Her dark brunette hair made up into some type of intricate design on her head.

After the intros, during the cocktail hour, meet and mingle music, Brenda came up to my DJ area and was putting in her requests for the dance music later in the show. This was the perfect opportunity to 'let her listen' to my special recording to see how it would affect her. Whether it was the liquor or her susceptibility to hypnotic rhythm of the music, she went right under.

Once her eyes closed, not wanting to take advantage of 'innocent' bystanders, I asked her a few preliminary questions to make sure she was 'ready for the show.'

"Hi Brenda. Can you hear me?" I asked her in a low calming voice.

"Yes, I can." She replied.

"Can you open your eyes for me?" I asked.

Her eyes popped right open. They were the prettiest shade of glassed over blue. Her pupils were big and she stared straight at me, although, I wasn't sure she could actually see me.

"How are you feeling this evening?" was my next question. I had to gauge the depth of her trance.

She replied, in almost a low throaty growl. "I'm feeling great. Had me some champagne and I'm ready to party."

"That's great." I added. "So tell me Brenda. You got a boyfriend or husband?"

I wanted to find out the extent of her 'entanglements.'

"Yeah, a couple of guys I'm seeing. Nothing serious. Tim's a great fuck though. I guess he..."

"Yeah, that's great, Brenda." I didn't need all that info. "So, you like to fuck, huh, Brenda?"

Again, the low growly voice. "Oh yeah." She said. "Who doesn't?" Gotta admit, good question, but great answer.

"I know I like to fuck." I told her. "How about later in the party, you and I, maybe, get together and get it on?"

She thought about it for a second, not long at all, really, and replied. "Yeah. That would be cool."

Now I realize that this is not the fairest way to get a girl to agree to bone you, but, honestly, would it be much different if I got her drunk first?

So, a couple more questions for her and then I woke her up and sent her back into the reception fray. Of course, before I let her go, I found out her birth control status and her intentions on childbirth down the road. I found out that she wasn't on prescription birth control and relied on condoms to protect her precious eggs. She did want kids, somewhere, down the road. Hopefully, I could speed those plans up for her a bit and shorten that road a bit. But, even if I didn't, I'd still get a great fuck out of it

This was one of those huge bridal parties. There were almost a dozen each of the bridesmaids and groomsmen, so I knew that I'd be seeing most of them again. That's the cool thing about doing weddings in a smaller town. You tend to see the same faces at multiple weddings. A couple of the girls already began their baby making journeys and had that small baby bump look going on. I could tell that this was a group that liked to fuck.

Another of the bridesmaids came up to talk. Her name was Julie. She was a cute redhead with the same type of God awful powder blue dress on, but with much smaller titties. She wanted to talk about music, so I put my headphones on her so she could listen to my 'sample.' She also went right under. Turns out that she was married with one kid already, so I woke her up and threw her back. I could have set her up for later. I don't mind doing chicks that already have kids, but I'm not wanting to break up a marriage just so I can get my dick wet. Too bad, though. I love fucking redheads.

Anyway, the reception continued and soon, dinner was served. I figured this was a great time to take a break, so, while she was eating, I got Brendas attention and motioned that she should come up to see me. She excused herself from her friends and made her way to my table.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Hi." I said. "Thanks for coming over. I was looking over the playlist for later and came across something 'freaky.'"

Instantly, when she heard the sleep word 'freaky', her face glazed over and her pretty blue eyes went shut. She was ready for conditioning. This was the fun part.

"Brenda. I'm going to wake you up for this next part. Remember the things we talked about earlier. Okay?" I said.

She nodded her head and I said the word 'pineapple.' Her eyes popped open. She was still a little disoriented. Perfect.

"So Brenda." I started. "How's your pussy feeling?" I asked.

"My pussy is feeling fine, thank you. How is yours?" she replied. A little weird, but I'll take it.

"So, is it a little tingly?" I asked her. She squirmed a little.

"Now that you mention it, it does tingle a little." She said.

I continued. "Yeah, that's the thing about weddings. You get these tingles in weird places. Must be something in the air. How about your tits? They feeling okay?"

She rubbed the sides of her boobs a little. "Yeah," she squeaked. "They feel a little strange too."

"Yeah," I said. "It's common to get turned on at these things. That's my guess, that your getting all excited knowing the bride is going to get her box stuffed tonight and a little bummed that you're not. It's just not fair. Is it?"

She thought about it for a second. She shifted around a little, trying to quell that 'special' feeling that was growing deep inside her.

"No, it's really not." She agreed. "Just because she got married doesn't mean she deserves to get fucked and I don't."

"So how about your date, Brenda. I'll bet he'd be happy to fuck you tonight. Someone needs to put out the fire that's growing inside you. To really hose you down."

She looked disappointed. "I didn't bring a date today. Stupid."

"Awwwww, that's too bad, Brenda. Looks like you'll just have to fly solo and handle it yourself later." She looked extremely disappointed at my words.

"It's not fair." She said. "I need someone to fuck too."

I agreed with her. Yeah. And it looks like it's getting more intense too." She was squeezing her legs together, trying to create pressure on something that just wasn't there. "You know what, Brenda. Maybe I could take care of it for you."

She got a smile on her face. "Oh would you?" she asked. "I'd be so grateful."

"I'd love to, Brenda." I said. "Oh, you know what. Darn it. I didn't bring a condom with me and you're not on birth control. Looks like we'll have to wait."

Her smile instantly turned. "No." she interjected. "No. It's okay. We can do it without a rubber. It's okay. I promise." She pleaded.

"But no birth control. You told me earlier that this is the exact wrong time of the month to be playing that type of game." I said.

"Yeah, I know I said that, but it's okay. Now that you mention it, I think it's safe. I can't really remember. Why can't I remember. Oh darn."

Before she got too flustered, I interjected. "Well, you told me earlier that you were planning on having kids eventually. Would having them sooner be that bad a thing?" I asked leadingly.

She thought for a second. "No." she said. "It wouldn't be a bad thing." She thought about it. "I guess I could chance it. I mean, how bad could it be, anyway?"

I continued. "I mean, if you were to get knocked up today, you could always blame it on Tim. You said he's a great fuck. My guess is, he would knock you up eventually, anyway."

"Yeah." She said. "He probably will. Him or Ernie. I should probably let one of them. It's almost inevitable, anyway. God, I'm horny."

"But Tim's not here, is he?" I pretended to look around. "Neither is Ernie. Hmmmmm?"

"No, they're not. God dammit. I need to fuck someone." Her squirming was reaching a fever pitch.

"Well, there's always me." I piped in helpfully. "I've been told that I'm a decent fuck too."

"Yeah," she started. "You look like you'd be good in bed. God, I'm horny." She leaned in to me to whisper in my ear. "My pussy is so wet. Could you help me please."

"What about your dinner though? Your food will get cold" I said.

She looked at me with venom in her eyes and said in a low voice. "Fuck dinner. Are you going to fuck me or not. If you don't, I'm going to have to get one of these losers to knock me up...I mean make me cum."

"Brenda," I ask her. "Did you say 'knock you up'?"

She looked at me confused. "Yes. No. Yes. I don't remember. Please, just fuck me."

"But how?" I asked with mock concern. "All these people."

She looked around. Her mind was going a million miles a minute trying to figure this out.

"We have to find a place." She said. "I'm about to explode. I need you to fuck me now."

I pretended to think about it for a second.

"How about your car." She asked. "Yes. You could fuck me in your car. That would work. C'mon, let's go."

She was getting more and more frenetic as she went on.

I pretended to have an epiphany. "I know. I've got it."

She smiled really big. I leaned in close to her.

"We have to be very careful, but I know a place."

"Yes, I love it. C'mon, let's go." She grabbed my hand to pull me in an unknown direction. I pulled back and made her listen.

"No. We have to be careful."

She leaned toward me. "Why? C'mon. We have to fuck now. I need you to knock me up, I mean, make me cum."

It was time to lay out the game plan. "We don't want the bride to be jealous that you're getting fucked and she's not. You don't want her to take me away from you, do you?"

She got a concerned look on her face. "No. I wouldn't want that. Yes. We have to be careful. What do we do?"

The great part about doing weddings at different venues, is getting the skinny on where the 'private places' are. The little out of the way nooks and crannies that people just don't often go. Luckily, I knew a couple at this hall.

Like a quarterback in a huddle, I gave her the play. "You see that curtain over there, behind the big candelabra?"

She looked in the direction I was indicating and nodded her understanding.

"Behind that curtain, is a door. Carefully, without drawing attention to yourself, slip through that curtain and go through the door. There are some chairs there. Sit down and wait for me. I'll be right behind you." She nodded, all the while, squeezing her legs together.

"Go." I said. "Don't draw attention to your self. Go. Go"

She smiled and backed away from me. I saw her walk as casually as she could, under the circumstances, toward the curtain. She looked around to make sure the coast was clear and she backed into and through the curtain. And now, as they say, the game is afoot. It was time.

I set about an hours worth of dinner music into the auto play and casually made my way across the room. I knew nobody would miss the D.J. during dinner, so I had some time to play. I slipped through the curtain and opened the door to the storage room where they kept extra tables and chairs

This is the place that employees would go to hide out from management, but I knew they'd all be busy during the dinner service. Timing, as they say, is everything. I found poor Brenda, sitting there as she'd been instructed. She was bouncing up and down on the chair all but buzzing. Damn, was she ready

She stood as I approached.

"Please fuck me." She said almost crying. I feel like I might have gone a little overboard and her conditioning, but I could handle it. I put my arms around her to calm her a bit. I would swear that she was vibrating.

"It's all good now." I reassured her. I led her around a stack of tables to the back of the room. I found a short stack of tables, just high enough for her to scoot her ass on to. I sat her down and kissed her. She threw her arms around me and pulled me onto the stack with her. I sat down next to her and she pulled me in for a kiss. Not just any kiss, I mean she was trying to pull teeth with this one.

"Please," she mewled. "My pussy is on fire."

I, of course, kissed her back. As I did, I reached down the front of her lavender gown to grab a tit. I was actually amazed that, under this oversized taffeta gown, there was actually a decent set of boobs to work with. These gowns, by design, normally play down the bridesmaids assets. After all, they can't look better than the bride, can they.

As my hand made its way through the taffeta and tulle, I finally found my quarry, her big nipples. As I tweaked her nipple with my fingers, she moaned as she kissed me.

"Oh, God, yes." She growled. "That's the stuff." God, she was horny.

I pulled down the front of her gown as best as I could, so that I could suck on her nipple. As I swirled my tongue around her pretty pink nub of a nip, she was manhandling my belt, trying to undo my pants. I shifted my weight, a little, to give her the space she needed to complete this task. Obviously, she needed more.

She broke free from my nip lip lock and pushed me back onto the tables. She used both hands to unbuckle my belt. She pulled the belt from the loops and threw it across the room in one motion. Then she unbuttoned my trousers and pulled down the zipper. When she pulled back my underwear, it scared me a little. I was seriously hoping she knew where the undies ended and my cock began.

She had no problem finding my johnson and she was on it in a second, sucking and slurping like a pro. This girl knew a thing or two about sucking a dick. He tongue was swirling around the head and I was in heaven.

"So you've done this a time or two before?" I asked her.

She came up for air for a second to speak. "Oh yeah. I love sucking cock. It got me a A in Poly Sci last year. Helped me get my degree." She slurped some more on my rock hard cock. "The professor let me blow him every week for extra credit." She deep throated me like a pro. "He said I was the best 'student' he'd ever had."

"Wow. You are really good." I responded.

"Thanks. I've found that if you want a good fuck, you have to treat the cock right." She explained. I didn't disagree.

Oh, yeah." I said. "That makes sense." She hit just the right spot. "Ooooh. Oh, yeah. That's good." I knew I was getting close to spewing all over her face. I leaned my head back to enjoy. All of a sudden, she stopped.

I looked down at her. "What's up? You stopped."

"Yes. Yes, I did. You're getting close. I can feel it."

I was flustered. "Then why stop?'

She stood up and hiked up her voluminous blue dress around her hips and slipped off her soaked light blue panties. She threw the panties at my head. As they landed on my face, I took a deep breath. I love the smell of pussy. Each woman is different, but there is a basic smell. It turned me on, even more if that was possible. I removed the panties from my face just in time to look up at her standing over me, her dress hiked up, squatting over my hard cock.

She finally spoke. "Not going to swallow your cum. Won't do me any good. Need it in my pussy. Only way to get knocked up." Note to self. Don't push too hard on the pregnancy thing. They get it. She squatted hard and plunged herself onto my cock. I couldn't see under her dress bodice, but she must have abs of steel, the way she was squatting up and down rhythmically, enveloping my cock inside her quim with each bob. I could hear her juicy pussy squelching with juice on every downstroke.

I could tell immediately that this was no virgin I was dealing with. Her pussy, though fairly tight, has seen some action and her movements proved that out. My cock was appearing and disappearing, almost like to the beat of some unheard music.

"Oh my God." Was all I could manage to say. This girl was really good.

"That's it." She said as she saw my eyes roll back. "Gimme that cum, you fuck. Squirt that shit inside me." She picked up the pace. I looked up to see her leaning back, with her hands on the table behind her. Her body was at the perfect angle for both of us to enjoy. I wish someone were filming this. A video like this would have made millions online.

She reared her head back and started to moan. I could tell we were both close to blowing the roof off this joint.

We both moaned louder and knew instinctively that the time was right. She must have felt my cock tensing up, ready to spew, when she dropped her body weight right on top of me and buried my cock deep inside her. I felt her pussy vibrating and moving around my cock. I could actually feel her cumming. Not to disappoint her, I started cumming too. I poured rope after rope of thick hot baby batter deep inside her 'hotter than a volcano' hole.

As she was coming down off her orgasmic high, her body relaxed, a little. As her pelvic muscles started to relax a little, I could actually feel a little more sperm shoot out the bulbous tip of my cock. This horny bitch was actually milking me dry. God, it was good.

"So, how do you know the bride?" I asked. Post coital conversation has never been my strong suit.

She looked down at me rather perplexed by this off the wall question. "She's my cousin." She replied.

"So she and her new husband will start off their new life together as parents? That's convenient." I continued.

She leaned her body back a little to adjust her weight as my cock start to lose it's rigidity.

She finally answered. "Yeah, the kid's not his."

"She's pregnant, but not by him?" I asked.

"Yeah, he thinks it's his, but it's not. She fucked his brother one night. Stupid bimbo got caught without a rubber. He fucked her up nicely."

I had to ask. "Then why isn't she marrying the brother?"

"Yeah, he's not the marrying type. He's the fucking type. I even fucked him once. I was smart enough to have a condom with me, though. He didn't like it, but I'm glad I had it. He's knocked up three girls, just in our family, Including Maria." That was the bride's name.

"You gonna fuck him again?" I asked.

"Yeah, probably, he was really good." She answered.

"That's good. Listen to me." She looked down at me intently. "Fuck him soon and don't take a condom with you this time. You want to make sure you're pregnant, right?"

She thought about it for a second. "Yeah. You're right. As good as this was, nothing is certain. Yeah, I'll give Ernie a call tomorrow. I'll be rocking the bed of his pick up truck tomorrow night." Small town girls don't waste any time when it comes to getting it on.

As she thought about her, soon to be, paramour, she started to get off of me. I helped her get her powder blue panties back on and straighten up as best as I could. When we were ready to head back out, I took her chin in my hand. "Freaky." I said to her.