It was a beautiful wedding, with the father of the bride beaming with pride. The mother, too, was beaming, but hers was the product of a soft alcoholic glow. Linda was radiant in her flowing gown, and just a wee bit tight herself. Bill was handsome, tall and straight.
The bride wore white and the groom wore black, but it was the groom who was virgin. Bill had led a sheltered life and had not gone with many girls. Until he met Linda, he had considered his mother his best girl. The reception was held in the church basement with a towering, three-tiered cake and a huge bowl of punch. The punch was soft, but there was an ample supply of flasks, unknown to the preacher, who detested the use of alcoholic beverages.
Anne Masters, the preacher's wife, had done a terrible thing: she had accepted a sip of liquor from Dan's flask. It was the first time liquor had passed her lips since her marriage; the second was seven minutes later, and the third…
Thirty minutes into the reception, Anne Masters was feeling no pain. She had just taken a piece of cake to slow things down when she saw Ed Reeves, the church deacon, standing in the doorway.
He was a big man, an attractive man, quite dark skinned with graying hair at his temples. He stood tall and aloof, his thick black mustache twitching as he glanced casually about the room.
Anne felt her liquor-heated blood rush to her temples and made her way to the door.
"Why, hello, Ed. This is a surprise," she said.
"Anne, you look lovely," he said, reaching out and taking her hands in his. "I just came by the church office to get some papers. I'd forgotten there was a wedding tonight. Sorry to intrude."
"Goodness, it's no intrusion. It's nice to see you."
Ed Reeves was no fool. He had seen the way the good preacher's wife had been looking at him lately. She was a very comely woman and generously proportioned, but best of all, she was unusually fair of complexion, a true honey blonde. He wetted his lips when he saw the misty look in her eyes. It was either a look of lust, or the good woman was drunk.
"You look flushed, Anne," he said.
"Yes, I feel rather warm, almost faint."
"I think you could use a bit of fresh air," he said, taking her hand again.
She followed meekly as he led her through the door, up the stairs, and outside into the crisp darkness. He turned her towards him. They stood dangerously close; Anne looked up into his eyes and smiled. He kissed her on the mouth. She moved eagerly against him, then pushed away.
"No, we mustn't do this!" she cried.
"Anne, you've been drinking," he admonished, and kissed her again, harder than the first time.
Her arms went around his neck. "God forgive me!" she moaned, standing on her toes, her mouth hungrily searching his in the darkness.
She felt giddy, and drunk, and sinful, and terribly excited as he led her to his car. They got into the back seat and he took her in his arms again, his heavy lips mashing against hers. His thick tongue went deeply into her mouth. He stroked inside her mouth, then he knew he was home free when her tongue slipped between his lips.
He pulled away from her and started to unbutton the front of her dress. And when his hands caressed her warm flesh and went behind her to unhook her bra, she still made no protest. She felt the tight straps loosen, and the cups that held her full, soft tits fell away.
"Lord, Anne, your tits are marvelous," he sighed, and lowered his face to the stark white mounds.
Ed Reeves loved getting his face to a woman's tits while they were still warm and damp from the confinement of a tightly fitting bra. Anne's were delightfully warm, covered with a film of sweat.
Anne felt the lusty excitement bringing her nipples to a peak, the one in his mouth as hard as a marble. He moved to the other nipple.
"Ed, Ed, I like that," she moaned.
When his hand moved under her skirt to the soft, sensitive skin between her thighs, she knew she was lost. Her legs opened. His intruding fingers moved lightly up the insides of her thighs to the edge of her panties, and then under the tight legband to the puffy lips of her cunt. The hair was wet, the deep slit slippery and inviting.
With his free hand, he unzipped his trousers, and then found one of her dainty hands and pushed it into the gaping opening. He wore no underwear, and her hand pressed directly against his cock. He was rock hard and huge.
"No, Ed, no… we mustn't do this; it's wrong!" Anne cried, yet her fingers circled his prick and held it tightly. She drew him out, her tiny hand barely going around the massive girth of his cock. She had her mouth over his ear, her tongue stroking slowly in and out.
He pulled his mouth from her nipple; it glistened with his spit. "Lift up so I can take off your panties," he said.
"Oh, no, Ed, no… I just can't!" she cried, her hand sliding up and down on his shaft. "You're too big; you'll hurt me."
"I'll be gentle, Anne; it will be good for both of us. I want you. Lift up; let's get your pants off."
"Oh, God, Ed, I want you, too," she whispered and lifted her ass from the seat, her hand still gripping his prick.
With both of his hands, Ed rolled her panties down over her round ass, then down her thighs to her knees. Anne kicked them off when they reached her ankles.
"Let me look at you," he said, pushing her backwards. He lifted her skirt up over her hips. "God in Heaven!" he gasped, "I'm at the promised land."
The hair around her cunt was almost white it was so blonde; her mound stood high and firm, covered with angel's hair, and the deep split of her cunt cleaved downward between her legs.
Ed Reeves gasped and dropped his face onto her belly, his mouth at the top of her hair. He moved down quickly.
Anne cried out with surprise. No one had ever put his face near her nasty place, and Ed Reeves had his tongue inside it. Her embarrassment was appalling, but God, it felt wonderful, exquisite, like nothing she had ever before experienced. She knew it was a forbidden, horrible act, and it was wonderful.
He delved into her gaping pussy hole, then slid his thick, coarse tongue up the slit to her pounding clitty. She tasted like honey, her juice thick and copious. Anne jerked and groaned on the verge of spending, something she had not done without the aid of an old-fashioned, big-handled hair brush in a long, long time.
Ed thrust his tongue into her cunt as deeply as it would go, and pulled away from her crotch. Anne tried to scream. He raised to his knees and pushed his pants down, his majestic dong standing straight out.
"Spread your legs open," he said. "I'm going to fuck you, beautiful lady, fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
Anne lay back, her legs wide open, her heart pounding. "Yes, yes," she hissed. "I want it. Put that big thing… up inside me, and…" Her face went red even in the darkness, "… and fuck me, fuck me good you big bastard!"
Even though she had never had it with anyone but her husband, the man's massive prick, which was twice the size of the preacher's tool, slid smoothly into her wet pussy. She grunted softly, surprised by the superior pleasure derived from this huge prick. It felt so much better than her husband's. Her legs opened wider and her hands grasped his ass to urge more of his length inside. She wanted it all, every inch.
"Oh, oh!" she cried, her hands sliding up his back until she clung to his neck. "It feels so good, so… so Goddamned fucking good!"
"Yeah, baby," Ed grunted. He loved the feel of a pussy opening and closing around his thick cock, and hers was sucking on him like a starving baby on a bottle. "Jesus, baby, what a tight cunt. I'm getting close and when I come I'm going to fill that pussy of yours with thick jazz."
"No, no honey, don't come inside me!" she cried. "I might get pregnant, I… OH, OH CHRIST… wait, don't pull out quite yet… I'm almost there. OH, God, keep fucking, fuck meeeee! I'm coming, coming!"
Suddenly his hands slid down her sides, each gripping a fistful of her soft buttocks, pulling her tight against his crotch, his own ass pumping like a piston, and she knew she couldn't stop him now even if she wanted, which she didn't. It was too good to stop.
She felt the hot flow of his seed as the end of his cock swelled open and flooded her cunt with the stuff of life. And as he emptied himself she felt a satisfaction she had never before experienced. She had made it, come hard and complete. She felt fulfilled for the first time in her life.
Ed pulled his plug from her grasping hole and got to his knees. Anne was hardly aware of what he was doing until he was poised over her face, his huge cock hanging inches from her mouth. A drop of stringy goo stretched out until it settled on her chin.
"Kiss it, Anne. Show me you love it," he said.
"Ed! No, no, it's filthy."
"No, Anne, it's not filthy. Kiss it."
Anne turned her face away, her eyes clamped shut. "No!" she cried.
Ed ran his fingers through her blonde hair, then took a handful and jerked her face back around. "I said kiss it, you Goddamned bitch. Kiss it or I'll pull your hair out by the roots."
Anne whimpered with fear, her eyes filled with tears, then she kissed the end of his cock. It was sticky and wet. She grimaced. Ed took his cock in his fingers and smeared the end around on her lips.
"Open your mouth, Anne," he said gently.
When she opened her mouth to protest, he pushed his cock inside. She almost gagged.
"Now suck it, Anne. You'll enjoy it."
Anne wanted to gag, to retch, but she sucked his fat cock. She sucked until the strange taste was gone, and then she sucked some more. The thick stem grew in her mouth.
"I'm getting hard again, Anne. I want you to suck me off, suck me until I spend."
She kept sucking. Ed was surprised at how quickly she was bringing him up. She looked so beautiful with his cock in her lips. She was so revolted at the idea of his prick in her mouth. He started pumping gently while she sucked. It would be a quick one, and it would be a good one.
"I'm going to come, Anne. I'm going to come in your mouth. You have to swallow it."
Anne didn't struggle; she kept sucking at his pecker. And then it was in her mouth, the awful stuff was squirting in her mouth. She tried to retch, but he held her throat, held her lips tight around his squirting prick. He wouldn't let her throw up. She swallowed, her eyes watering, her stomach heaving, and the thick, hot stuff slid down her throat.
When he was through coming, he pulled his cock from her mouth and looked down at her, "That was wonderful, Anne. I loved it. Did you love it?"
"Kiss me," she said softly.
The big man lay on top of her and kissed her. Then he got out of the car and pushed his sagging penis into his pants and zipped up. Anne got out behind him and quickly smoothed her wrinkled skirt down, then slowly buttoned up the front. Ed reached back in the car and took her panties from the floor.
"May I keep these until next time?" he said, holding them to his nose.
"Yes," she said.
"There will be a next time. Won't there?"
"Yes," she said again.
"Where?"
"At home, in my own bed."
Ed liked that. He had never liked her husband. He was too pompous, too better than thou. It had been good to fuck his wife, it would be better to fuck her in her husband's bed.
"Call me tomorrow," he said.
"All right," Anne said, and turned and ran back into the church.
When she got to the bathroom, she felt sick to her stomach. She could feel his slick goo leaking from her cunt and sliding down her thigh. And to make matters worse, she went to the commode and threw up. She washed her face with cold water and felt better. When she stepped from the bathroom, her husband stood waiting for her.
"Where have you been?" he said.
"I felt sick. I've been sitting in there." She jerked her thumb to the john. "I threw up."
"Go home and go to bed if you're sick," he said.
"Yes, dear," Anne answered.