Bachelorette Party - The Wedding

"Hmmmph." Charlotte mumbled into Vanessa's pussy as she squatted in front of her licking her pussy and fingering her own.

"Almost," Vanessa breathed. "Almost there."

Sophie climbed off the table and walked over to the two women and bent over. She sucked one of Vanessa's nipples into her mouth and reached across to squeeze her other nipple.

"Oh God. OHHHHHHHHH my God. I'm coming. I'M COMING!" she cried as her body trembled as she stood leaning against the railing. She arched her back and put her hands behind Charlotte's head, pulling her face tighter to her crotch as her body shuddered and trembled. She stood rigid for long seconds, only her legs and arms trembling as Charlotte continued to lick her clit. Finally, the stiffness in her body started to soften. She reached down and coaxed Charlotte's head from between her legs. To my surprise, she squatted down and wrapped her arms around Charlotte's neck, pulling their faces together. She pressed her lips to Charlotte's and the two shared a long kiss before Vanessa slowly broke the embrace. "Sorry," she whispered. "I don't know what got into me, but I just really wanted to kiss you. I've never kissed a woman before. I hope you didn't mind too much."

"It was just fine," Charlotte said quietly as the two stood up.

"I'm with Sophie. I think I've had enough for one night," Charlotte said breathlessly.

"Well honey. Looks like you get a mother daughter pair when we get to the room," Charlotte said to me. "I mean, as horny as this all made me, you don't think I'm going to bed without getting fucked do you?"

"I'm willing to bet he gets a hard-on pretty fast with the two of us sucking his dick together," Lizzy giggled. "Always wanted to try something like that. Sucking a cock with my mom? Might have to have a little contest to see who's better?"

"Oh sweetie. Trust me. No contest. I KNOW I can suck cock better," Charlotte answered her daughter.

"Gonna have to let Dale decide," Lizzy said with a grin as she picked up her dress. "Come on. First one to the room gets to choose beds!" she said as she walked, still completely naked, out of the little structure and headed down the path.

Charlotte took a breath, picked up her dress and headed out after her daughter.

I collected Sophie's and Vanessa's dresses and followed after the girls, leaving Sophie and Vanessa to decide to follow along naked, or stay out there all night.

They caught up quickly enough and I could tell that Vanessa was more than a little nervous walking to the lodge naked, and even more so when we got there. There were still several suitcases in the foyer, Vanessa, Sophie and Charlotte finding theirs and bringing them to the room we were assigned. I, of course, didn't have one at all and quickly realized that the only clothing I had was still sitting over in the barn on a table. I thought about going and retrieving it, but Lizzy convinced me to wait until morning.

As expected, Sophie and Vanessa took the second bed and were quickly sacked out. Lizzy and her mother, on the other hand, did as they said they would. The two of them shared sucking my dick until they got me hard as a rock, and then took turns riding me, swapping back and forth until they had both climaxed twice more, stopping only because I couldn't help but fill Charlotte as she climaxed the second time on me, Lizzy laying to feed me one of her sexy little nipples and whispering sexy little things to me.

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I heard the girls all get up and by the time I decided to crawl out of the bed, they were all dressed and gone to breakfast. I walked the short distance down the hallway to the bathroom that was shared by about four or five bedrooms. I was standing in the four foot square shower stall, letting the hot water wash over me, when the door opened. A young woman I didn't recognize, walked in wearing a pair of panties and bra.

"I just have to go pee," she said as she stepped to the toilet and pulled her underwear down. She sat peeing, watching me through the glass shower partition. When she was done, I expected her to leave, but instead she stood up, stepped out of her panties, dropped her bra and opened the shower door. "Hope you don't mind me joining you," she said as she closed the door behind herself, pressing her bare body against mine in the tight confines. She looked to be maybe late twenties at most, small B cup breasts with perky pink nipples and a completely shaved teenage looking pussy.

"I guess not," I answered as she stepped to me and wrapped her arms around my waist and pulling us together.

"I'm Matty," she said quietly.

"Hi Matty. Dale."

"I know," she said with a grin. "I saw you last night. I heard some stories I didn't quite believe, at least not until I saw you dancing naked."

"Oh," I said, feeling myself blush. "Hope the stories weren't too outlandish."

"Actually," she said reaching for the bar of soap that was in the shower soap holder. She wet it and started to rub it around my chest, leaving just enough room for her hand to slip between our chests, my growing hard-on pressing against her bare pussy. "What I found most fascinating was the story about you and one of the bridesmaids tubing naked and having sex at the same time," she went on, giggling a little. "I'm not sure I'd ever be brave enough to do anything like that, but the idea is exciting anyway." She continued working the soap lower down my body until she was rubbing it around the base of my dick. She stepped back a little and used her hand to lather soap up my now hard shaft. She stroked it slowly, teasing me more than a little with her petite hand. She held my dick with one hand and handed me the soap with the other. "You're turn."

"Sure," I answered, starting to rub the bar of soap across her chest, along with my free hand to spread the foamy lather it was creating. I let my hands massage her tits, her hands on my dick getting me quickly turned on. I'd have thought I'd have had more than enough sex the day before, but somehow my body seemed to be responding to her touch. I rubbed my way down her body until I was curling my soapy fingers between her legs, feeling her full round lips and the gap between them.

"Better make sure you clean inside too," she whispered.

"Inside?"

"Uh huh. You can do that, can't you? Just push a finger in and make sure it's all nice and clean?"

"Sure," I answered, curling my finger between her full round lips and pushing it in and out of her slowly.

"Ohhhhhh yes. Very nice. Too bad it can't go deeper. I'm sure that I need to be washed very much deeper than that. Can you think of any way to get deeper in me?" she asked breathlessly.

"Not with my finger," I whispered back.

"Then maybe we should use this?" she asked, squeezing my dick. "I bet it can get a LOT deeper!"

"I bet it can too," I answered as she stepped back and tried to lift herself on her tiptoes to get herself high enough.

"I don't think I'm tall enough," she said with a pout.

I tossed the soap back into the soap dish and reached down for her butt cheeks. I cupped my hand under each cheek and lifted her petite body up. She let go of my dick as she squeaked in surprise, reaching her arms around my neck and her legs around my body. I lifted her up until I felt my cock slide along her mound and then down her lips until it slipped from between us. I shifted one hand to aim my dick at her pussy and then lowered her down, feeling her full round lips spread around my head and the tip of my engorged head nestle into the entrance to her depths.

"Ohhhhhhh fuck," she moaned as I let more of her weight down on me, spreading her lips around my fat head. I felt the pressure build on my head as more of her weight rested on me until suddenly the pressure changed to a surrounding tightness, and she seemed to slip down onto my cock. "Ohhhhhhh fuck fuck fuck," she moaned, holding her chest against mine and pressing her cheek to mine. "Fuck me. Please fuck me."

I started to lift and lower her on my dick with a combination of humping my hips to and fro and lifting and dropping her on me. My strokes into her grew longer as my dick was accepted into her tight tunnel. She gasped and moaned as I pumped myself up into her over and over, her arms squeezing us tight and her pussy clenching tightly around my fat shaft. She gasped out that she was coming just before I felt her pussy clench even tighter around me. Her legs trembled as they squeezed around my waist, trying to pull us together tighter as she climaxed. I couldn't move in and out of her for long seconds. Slowly her legs loosened their grip around me, and I could start to move again.

"Oh God. Put me down, please," she whispered, pulling her legs tight around me again as I started stroking back into her again.

Disappointed I wasn't going to get to finish inside her, I lifted her off my dick and set her down. She leaned towards me and kissed my lips before whispering, "Thank you. I know what you want to do. I know what I want to let you do. But I can't. I can't afford to get pregnant. My wedding dress would never fit." She let go of me and stepped out of the shower. She wrapped in a towel, picked up her panties and bra and dashed out of the bathroom, leaving the door standing part way open.

"Damn," I swore quietly, my heart still pounding from my excitement and my desire to get off. For a few moments I thought about just finishing off myself and then decided not to. I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower.

"Oh my!" I heard a female voice say from the doorway as I was reaching for the towel on the shelf by the shower. I turned in surprise and saw a woman standing in the doorway, wearing a semi-sheer bathrobe, the shape of her large breasts and otherwise naked body showing slightly through the thin material. "I'm sorry," she said, without moving. "When I saw her come out, I thought the bathroom was free."

"It is" I answered, wrapping the towel around my waist, covering my still hard dick. "I'm just leaving."

"Not on my account I hope," she said, still standing in the doorway, clearly looking at the bulged out front of my towel.

"No. Not unless you wanna come in and take care of what she left."

"I'm not sure I do," she said, still not moving. I stepped towards the door and reached for it, starting to open it further to step out past her. I felt her fingers slip into the top of the towel, tugging slightly where it overlapped, making it fall off. "Oops! I think your towel fell down," she whispered, looking down at my still hard dick.

I bent down and picked up the towel and playfully reached out to grab her hand. I pulled it to my dick and only after she gripped it, did I start putting the towel back on again, covering my hard dick with her hand still wrapped around it. I spent a few moments trying to tuck the towel back in place, while she slightly moved her hand on my shaft, stroking it slowly under the towel. "You sure you don't want me to stay?"

"Do I want you to stay? Most definitely. Would my husband allow what would most definitely happen? Not in this lifetime," she whispered as she removed her hand from my dick. I nodded and stepped past her, walking back to my room to get the only thing I had to wear, my shoes.

I'm sure Shania didn't plan on me ending up without clothes, but the reality is she sprung this on me and didn't give me anything to wear. She might actually have packed me something, but I hadn't seen her since the night before and the only clothes I knew I had were still at the barn. I walked the gravel path in nothing but my shoes and a towel, which kept wanting to fall off, leaving me walking along and holding it up.

I made it to the barn without any problems and spent a few minutes looking around for my clothes before I found a pile of clothing, and many more items than just mine, piled on a table. I sorted through and collected mine before noticing a familiar dress, the sexy little gray dress Shania had worn. Apparently I wasn't the only one to leave naked. I know it makes me sound hypocritical, but I couldn't help but wonder who she spent the night with and if he had cum inside her. I was less bothered by the idea of some other guy fucking her than I was with him pumping his cum into her pussy. It immediately made me wonder if that meant that I was getting too emotionally attached to her, followed almost immediately by wondering what she thought of me having sex with so many women last night. I realized I was starting to really care for her, and at the same time, starting to feel possessive. Not at all unlike I used to feel for my wife when I noticed some guy checking her out when she wore a really slinky or sexy dress. If Shania wanted this kind of lifestyle, was it something I could even handle?

My mind was still swirling with thoughts of it as I walked back to the lodge and the breakfast buffet. When I got back, I found Shania sitting with my daughter, chatting. I collected a plate of eggs and sausage and a glass of milk before walking over to sit with them.

"So, did you have a really hot night?" Shania asked with a grin. "I heard you ended up with a mother daughter pair last night."

"I did. Seems that Lizzy managed to arrange that rather skillfully," I answered her. "How about you. Did you find satisfaction?"

She frowned. "Let's just say the guy was more interested in fucking me up the butt than making me come."

"Oh," I answered a little surprised. "Not your thing?"

"Not really," she said. "Didn't think it was yours either. You didn't take advantage of the opportunities out at the lake."

"No. Not my thing either," I answered, feeling a little relief that whoever she was with didn't fill her pussy with cum. I ate quietly while the two of them chatted, having already finished eating. After I ate, I bid my daughter goodbye and also had a chance to say goodbye to Carrie before we left.

"Can I ask you a question?" Shania asked as we pulled out of the parking lot and headed down the two-lane highway.

"Sure."

"Last night. Was it hard for you to watch me dancing naked with other guys instead of you?"

I was silent for several moments. "I knew you were, and I intentionally didn't look for or at you. I didn't want to see it."

"I know what you mean. After watching you upstairs, well, I didn't really want to see you doing it either. So I tried not to look. Couldn't much help it when Tabitha's mom started dancing with you, but otherwise, I tried not to look."

"Why Tabitha's mom?" I asked curiously.

"She's single. Available. Competition," she said quietly. "I wanted to see if I had anything to worry about."

"And do you?"

She slowed the car and pulled off on the shoulder. She leaned over and kissed me softly before straightening and pulling back onto the road. "If I do, it's not from her," she said with a smile. "And just so you know, I'm not falling in love with you. I AM in love with you."

"How do you know that?"

"Because last night I wanted it to be me you danced with. I wanted it to be me you slept with, and yes, I wanted it to be me you showered with this morning. I don't know if we're right for each other, or if you really want what I am and have to offer, but I know that if you asked, the answer would be 'yes' in a heartbeat."

I sat in silence for long minutes, letting that statement settle in my mind. I knew she wasn't expecting me to ask, and I wasn't going to. But the fact that she WOULD say 'yes' told me a lot about where we were.