The Big Day

Danielle, feeling giddy, took another sip of champagne. The entire day had been such a whirlwind that she'd felt light-headed even before she started on the alcohol. Finally it was drawing to a close, and she was looking forward to the night.

The reason for her anticipation looked at her over the top of his own flute and toasted her silently. Robert was probably the most attractive man she'd ever met, and Dani was dying to run her hands through his dark hair and pull him against her body. Thoughts of what else she wanted him to do had left her dripping in her panties for hours. The willowy blonde didn't want to wait much longer.

"I think it's time for the garter toss," announced John. Robert's best man was easy on the eyes too, especially wearing the smile he fought to keep from spilling over into outright laughter. Giggles from beside Dani revealed not everybody was so successful.

She tried to aim a quelling look at Valerie, her maid of honor. It was wasted effort.

"Make sure I get the bouquet!" Val whispered. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she turned her attention back to John. The dark-skinned beauty was a little shorter than Dani, and a little curvier, but her tone of voice suggested she was equally aroused.

It was a farce, but Dani couldn't help smiling as she took a last sip before pushing her chair back from the table. She and Robert had eloped, so the six people seated around the table in the private room constituted the entire wedding party and guest list.

Besides herself and Robert, and Val and John, there were only Miranda and Victor. The well-endowed redhead appeared to be as taken with Robert's other friend as he was with her, so there really was no reason to pretend everybody hadn't already paired up. Except, Dani supposed, tradition.

Robert slipped out of his chair to kneel before Dani, and she felt the eyes of the others upon her. Her dress was the traditional white, but it came only to her knees and the stretchy fabric hugged her figure.

The feel of Robert's hands running up her white hose sent chills through Dani's body, and her leaking pussy squeezed more cream into her underwear. When he passed the obligatory garter and kept going higher, Dani blushed under the knowing eyes of the others but got even wetter.

Fingers lightly caressed her satin panties, and Dani thought she was going to explode. It was all she could do not to squeeze her legs together and trap Robert's fingers against her needy slit. She gasped when he suddenly hooked his fingers in them and started pulling them down.

"Having trouble finding it?" John teased.

"NO!" shrieked Dani, wriggling momentarily so Robert could draw her wet panties down past her hips. The air on her molten sex felt shockingly cold, distracting her from the laughter of the others. At that point, Dani just wanted to feel Robert inside her.

Valerie giggled. "Naughty boy!" she admonished Robert, when she caught sight of the ivory satin in his hand instead of the baby blue garter she'd expected.

Unchastened, Robert grinned and stood before quickly bending forward to give the surprised Dani a kiss. He cast a quick look at Victor, who had his face buried between Miranda's breasts, before tossing the purloined bikinis to John.

"Mine!" Val proclaimed, snatching the bouquet from the table. It wasn't, Dani decided, like Mira was going to be fighting her for it. The brunette planted herself on the table in front of John, who grinned and stooped to pull the panties over her feet.

Val's eyes widened as she caught sight of the sodden fabric stretched between her legs. "Dani, you little slut!" she gleefully exclaimed. "These are soaked!"

Beyond embarrassment, Dani just leaned back into Robert's embrace and wriggled against the erection that was trapped inside his pants. "And you call me a slut?" John had just paused after working his way high enough to reveal to all of them that Val wasn't wearing panties at all.

John and Robert traded amused looks, and then John pressed a pair of fingers into Val's glistening slit.

"Oh, fuck me now!" the brunette screamed, humping herself on the intruding digits.

"Me, too!" Dani whispered urgently to Robert, grinding herself more firmly into his hard body.

Robert didn't hesitate before murmuring his agreement. The other couples ignored them completely as the bride and groom slipped out of the room.

Luckily for Dani's sanity, the bridal suite wasn't far away. Robert barely had time to secure the door before she was sliding out of her dress and leaving it discarded on the floor.

It had been too skimpy for a bra, and Dani hardly needed one anyway, so all she was wearing were the white hose and pale blue garter. The heat in Robert's eyes as he looked at her would have been enough to warm her, even if she hadn't already been on fire.

"Help me," Robert suggested, and Dani was only too happy to fall to her knees and unfasten his slacks. Robert pulled the suspenders over his shoulders and his pants fell. A moment later, Dani was rewarded with the sight of the cock she'd been craving all day.

She devoured him, tasting the scent of his body and the saltiness of his desire. Robert was rock-hard in her mouth, but he pulled away before orgasming. He lifted her to her feet and then helped her onto the bed.

The pair never broke eye contact as Dani spread herself wide, offering her more-than-willing body to him. She grunted beneath the sudden weight as he plunged into her molten channel, and then locked him inside her with her long legs as he began to pump her vigorously.

Bride and groom both came quickly, and were united in their desire for more. Dani's tongue cleaned Robert's organ and teased him back to renewed hardness; soon he was pounding into her again.

"Take it, you slut!" Robert grunted between thrusts. Far from being offended, Dani moaned, the words fanning her desire. The wand of rigid flesh plowing her liquid cunt was everything she'd dreamed it would be; she wanted more.

It was many hours, and orgasms, later before a sated Dani finally fell asleep, with her husband's spend trickling from her well-used body.

Danielle glared at Robert, but her sunglasses ruined the effect. She was nursing a headache, probably from the sun, so she picked up another pina colada.

The destination wedding had seemed so romantic -- a ceremony on the beach, close friends without disapproving relatives, and the ceremony saved for another service back home. It just hadn't worked out exactly as she'd hoped.

She knew she had a hot body, and the bikini fit like a glove, but bridal white just wasn't Dani's color; her complexion wasn't quite dark enough to pull it off. If she'd had Val's dark mahogany skin, or a little color like the cheerful scrap of yellow her sister wore, it would have been a different story.

Val, at least, seemed to remember that the bride was supposed to be the center of attention. Miranda's gold lame bikini demonstrated no such consideration, and the battle her top fought to restrain Mira's generous breasts kept attracting the guys' eyes. Including Robert's, damnit! His briefs didn't do anything to obscure his growing erection, either.

It was supposed to be her erection, now! Dani unfastened her top and handed it to Val, who looked uncharacteristically at a loss for words. It wasn't as hard as she'd thought it would be, even though the beach wasn't really private. Dani also realized she was more turned-on than she'd thought -- her nipples stood stiffly erect on her tight breasts. They were good breasts, she told herself, without a hint of sag or tan lines -- even if they weren't as big as Mira's.

She swayed across the sand toward Robert, and the movement caught his eye, as she'd hoped. The look on his face was worth any possible embarrassment, and the sudden surge of his penis made Dani feel a little unsteady on her feet.

Robert pushed his sunglasses up on his shaved skull so he could admire her. "That's what I'm talking about," he told John with a broad smile. "Little slut!" he greeted Dani. "Can't wait for tonight?"

Dani opened her mouth to correct him, but Robert scooped her into a crushing embrace and covered her parted lips with his. The feel of his skin rubbing against her nipples was almost as intoxicating as the throbbing hardness against her thigh. She found herself breathless, and dripping, almost immediately.

"Neither can I," Robert continued as if the kiss were her answer. Dani yelped in surprise as he suddenly lofted her onto the white lace tablecloth spread across the sturdy picnic bench where the cake waited. "Let's have some cake!"

The beautiful blonde's objections died unspoken when Robert pulled her bikini aside and ran his tongue over her clit. She wasn't sure she was up for public sex, but her self-control was fraying quickly beneath every stroke of her husband's tongue. Dani looked for Val.

Her sister was right there, still clutching Dani's top, with her mouth hanging open and a stunned expression on her face. Dani's face flamed, but then she noticed Val's bikini was askew and John was standing right behind her. Val went up on her toes, and then her eyes rolled up as John forced her down. That slut!

Robert stood up, blocking her view, and his cock was hard against his groin. Suddenly, Dani didn't care about anything else. The two of them hurriedly skimmed their suits down their legs, in complete and unspoken agreement with each other.

The sight of Robert's awesome black weapon sliding into her pale slit brought Dani off immediately, but she urged him on, wanting more.

His eyes slid sideways, and Dani turned her head to see Victor pumping his meat back and forth in the tempting channel formed by Miranda's jutting tits.

"No!" she shrieked, twisting them sideways in the opposite direction. Taken by surprise, they lurched off the end of the table and fell to the sand, with Dani on top. "You look right here, mister!"

Robert appeared temporarily taken aback, but smiled when she used a hand to insert him inside herself again. In their new position, Dani's breasts showed to their best advantage, jiggling pertly as she worked herself on his rod. It didn't take long to coax him into cumming inside her, and the sensation pushed Dani over the edge too.

Just in case, Dani scooted around and smothered Robert's face with her dripping sex before leaning forward to lick and suck her juices from his still-hard organ.

It took her the rest of the afternoon and most of the evening to be absolutely sure she had his complete and undivided attention. Dani found she didn't mind the work in the slightest.

Danielle couldn't wait to get out of her dress. It wasn't just that she was dying to get fucked, which she was, but that she couldn't stand Valerie's taste in bridesmaid dresses.

The bustier felt restrictive, and actually laced -- it had been time-consuming to get into, and would probably be just as difficult to get out of -- for all that it looked feminine and was forgiving of last-minute weight changes. But mostly it was the cups, heavy with brocade but nearly bereft of any padding.

The more elaborate version Val wore, all ivory, cream and lace, made her look like a fairy tale princess -- if possibly not of the Disney variety. Miranda, damn her, was on the edge of a wardrobe malfunction every time she twisted her body or raised an arm -- something she seemed to be doing frequently.

Dani's figure was less cooperative. John's best man, Robert, had told her she looked fantastic, and Dani thought he probably was telling her the truth. But every time she looked down at herself, all she saw was the airspace between her skin and the garment. Val had suggested she could pad it, but Dani would have died if any of the men had discovered it.

Her nipples, still hard from the last slow dance, filled much of the gap, but Dani was almost sure Robert hadn't seen them. Why couldn't she have been born with a set of jugs like Mira?

Dani shook herself mentally, and looked for Robert. He was still arguing with the bartender about something. What kind of drink was an "anal" anyway? She'd probably just misheard. Men! Couldn't he just get some champagne or something and stop making her wait?

She checked to make sure the bride didn't need anything. Val and John made such a cute couple, even if he was several years older than her father. It was a pity her parents had refused to come.

One thing she had to say about older men was that they knew how to treat a lady. Dani shivered, watching Val in John's arms, and wished she were back in Robert's. Robert's hands didn't have the smooth tone of youth, either, but the way they touched her made Dani drip and want to throw herself on him. If he were half as good with his cock...

The blonde cast another furtive look at Mira and blinked. She hadn't known what to think of John's friend, Victoria, but the older woman wore a tuxedo well. Probably better than Dani did her stupid dress, truth be told. In other circumstances, Dani might have called her "hot" but she didn't swing that way.

She hadn't thought Mira did, either, but the redhead had her tongue down Victoria's throat. As Dani watched with disbelief, Victoria plucked a nipple from Mira's bustier and stretched it, making the bridesmaid shudder. The sight wasn't as off-putting as Dani had imagined it might be.

"Get a room," Dani muttered, trying to ignore the growing heat within her. When Robert returned with their drinks, he barely had time to deposit them at the table before Dani dragged him onto the dance floor.

Her lace panties were soaked and Dani made every attempt to flaunt her modest B cups, but Robert remained a perfect gentleman. Her every attempt to guide his hands to her more sensitive spots somehow met with subtle failure, while his touch on seemingly innocuous areas kept her trembling with desire.

"God, just fuck me!" Dani finally burst out, on the ragged edge of orgasm. She didn't care if anybody else heard, or if Val needed anything -- she just wanted Robert inside her.

He flashed a quick smile and led her from the room, leaving Dani weak-kneed with relief and anticipation. Once in his room, Dani started fumbling with the hated laces, but Robert stilled her with a touch.

"Just the skirt, please," he said in the soft Oriental accent she found so entrancing.

Once Dani's trembling fingers found and started the zipper, it went quickly and soon the long pastel fabric was puddled about her feet. She stepped carefully out of it, displaying her long, toned legs in their matching sky-blue hose. Her pumps made them look even better, she knew. The unfamiliar garter belt holding the tops at her thighs was of a piece with the bustier, but the scarlet thong didn't match at all.

It was dark with the moisture that had been leaking out of her for hours, and displaying herself that way made Dani feel like a complete slut -- but the thought just made her hotter.

"Now me," Robert ordered. Dani did all the touching, directed by his eyes and silent gestures, but it was still her body that felt on edge while Robert stood, collected and calm, before her.

When the task was completed, she couldn't take her eyes off the uncircumcised penis jutting from his hairless groin. A bead of precum glistened at its tip, making her mouth water.

"I think you are more of a slut than your big-titted friends," Robert pronounced after a moment of silence. "Let down your hair... and then let me see you touch yourself."

She would have done anything for him. Dani fumbled with the clips that held her hair in place, and it tumbled down past her shoulders. She knew what Robert wanted. The blonde licked suddenly-dry lips and slid a glossy fingernail beneath the edge of her panty, sucking in a breath at the sensation. Dani looked up at him, trying to read his expression.

Robert studied her dispassionately, only the faint bobbing of his erection showing he was animate. "You want me, yes? To fuck you like the American whore you are?"

"Robert!" Dani almost wailed, bewildered and wild with need. "I love you! You know I want you and I'd do anything for you! I'm no whore!" She rubbed herself furtively, unable to wait much longer.

"Ah, yes," he replied enigmatically. "Turn around, then... my love."

Finally! Dani whirled away from him, glad he was past this craziness and knowing the sight of her tight buns had to be driving him wild. She jumped at the sudden hint of sensation between her legs.

"Gently!" Robert barked, stilling her. "Don't move." The head of his penis pushed past the thong and into her pussy.

Dani bit her lip, forcing herself to remain in place. The intruder inside her moved slowly deeper, sliding easily into her molten depths, and then reversed course, exiting as easily as it had entered. She waited with rising anticipation for the thrust she knew would follow.

When it returned, the pressure was higher, against the rosebud of her anus. "Robert!" Dani protested; she was painfully tight there and it wasn't really what she wanted. Although... She wanted him, didn't she?

A finger ghosted along her body and did something that triggered an immediate, and intense, climax. When it ended, she was impaled on him and feeling uncomfortably full.

Robert's voice murmured in her ear. "You love doing this for me, don't you, Dani? My little blonde ass-whore?" His touch began playing her body again, rousing and teasing her while his manhood reamed out her back door.

The night went on forever, and Dani was in no mood for it to end. Lifted on an orgasmic high, Dani showed Robert there wasn't anything she wouldn't do for him. If he didn't ask her to marry him soon, she sleepily decided, she'd ask him!

What?! Danielle fought to keep the friendly smile on her face and wondered if she should have had that last drink. It felt like the groom was undressing her with his eyes, not for the first time. It was a little disconcerting because she wasn't the bride, and he might have been shocked if he'd realized how little she actually was wearing.

Victor looked totally earnest as he softly repeated his request to her and Valerie. "I said I'm a little concerned about Miranda. You know she doesn't have much experience and I think she's a little nervous about -- you know. I'd feel better if you could give her a little pep talk." He dangled a room key on one finger.

"Absolutely," Val assured him, palming the key. "Rest easy -- the maid of honor is on the job! Just give us half an hour or so to clear out, okay?" She winked at him and received a quick nod in reply.

Dani watched him return to mingle with the other guests and make some more good-byes, and then turned to stare at her sister's best friend. "Not much experience? What in the world was he talking about?"

Detailed recollection didn't come easily in her present inebriated state, but Dani knew her "big" sister wasn't lacking in experience. She couldn't think of anything she had done herself that Mira hadn't done first -- and Dani knew damn well that Victor himself had figured in a number of those stories!

Val just grinned. "I think he's probably mistaken, myself. But then it'll be an easy job, right?" Her expression fell slightly. "Besides, nothing's happening here. Bastards."

Dani felt the same surge of unrequited desire. Mira and Victor were getting married, it was so romantic, and the love of her life was away on some stupid business trip. It was no consolation that John had stood up Val the same way Robert had her.

The two women made their way to the bridal suite and let themselves in. Dani glanced briefly around, thinking the generic room looked like she'd seen it dozens of times before, and focused on the bed, where her sister was lying.

"You aren't going to sleep in that, I hope," Val commented, looking at the gown.