Bachelorette Party - The Wedding

"Uh huh. Your sweet little girl. The strip club thing was actually her idea."

"Oh my God," I said quietly.

"Like I said. I'm not ready for you to choose me. I want you to explore. Find out what it is you like to do. I'll gladly take you along and we can try that kind of stuff too. Learn how it feels and what excites you. THEN you can choose what kind of woman you want to spend the rest of your years with. I honestly do hope it's me. But if the kind of things I like, you don't enjoy... that would be sad, for both of us. I don't want either of us in a relationship that we're not completely free in. So please, please, take advantage of what's here, what you can experience and THEN you can decide if we're right. Yes, I'm falling in love with you. Yes, I want to be with you a LOT more than I have been this week. But I need you to know that I'm the one before we get deeper. Does that make sense?"

"I think so," I whispered.

"Good. Now, let's finish this," she said, stepping back and bending to reach into the bag again. She pulled out a pair of bright colored socks and a pair of canvas slip on shoes.

"How did you find out my sizes?" I asked as I pulled the socks on, my dick still hanging out as I leaned against the front door.

"Easy. I told Jenny what I was doing, and she was more than happy to help. She came over and looked at your clothes for sizes," she said with a smile.

It wasn't much longer, and we were headed to the wedding. We still had plenty of time for the forty-five minute ride. "I think I should tell you something," she said quietly. "I hope you don't mind."

"Don't mind what?" I asked.

"Well. After the reception, a bunch of us are staying over at what the place calls the lodge. It's apparently like a massive bed and breakfast for guests that use the event venue. There aren't any hotels close so a bunch of us booked the whole thing. It seemed like a better idea than driving home late after partying."

"Probably a good idea. I'd planned on asking you to spend the night anyway. If you'd have told me earlier, I could have packed something. I don't suppose you did that, did you?"

She looked over at me and gave a weak little smile. "Sorta like we packed for you on the boat?"

"In other words, you're leaving me naked again?"

"Sorta. Just for the night," she said letting her smile widen as she realized I wasn't angry. "I have things for you to wear home."

"Well. I guess I can't be mad about that. We've been naked together enough anyway." I looked over at her and she had a little bit of a pained look. "What aren't you telling me?"

"I'm really glad you're taking this good," she said with a smile. "But...um...I hope you don't mind sharing a room."

"You mean a bed?"

"Well, a room and a bed. Um.... when I found out about it, all the rooms were taken so I agreed for us to share a room. There's two beds, but...um..."

"But what?"

"There's five of us in the room."

"Five of us? Five of us who?"

"Well. Amanda, you heard of her. She was the one whose husband got punished? And let's see... Um my friend Tracy and then there's Liana, Tabitha's sister."

"At least tell me Tabitha's sister isn't like Tabitha?"

"Um. She's a couple years younger. Otherwise they look about the same."

"That isn't what I meant, and you know it."

"Yeah. Well. Let's just say that Liana makes Tabs seem a bit reserved. She ALWAYS wears something just plain outrageous. I think she likes the attention."

"Just how outrageous are we talking about?" I asked curiously.

"Unzip your pants," she said with a grin, looking over at me for a moment and then back to the road.

"Now?"

"Uh huh."

"What does this have to do with Liana?"

"Trust me."

"Alright," I answered, unzipping and opening my pants so my dick showed. I looked over at her and she had pulled the material of the dress top apart so both tits were on full display.

"This making you horny? Looking at me, knowing that anyone can see either of us?"

"A bit," I answered.

"If it were Liana, she'd have stripped completely and reached over and started playing with your dick."

"While she was driving?"

"One time she and I and Tabitha were on our way back from some shopping. She pulled into a rest area and stripped, and drove the rest of the way home naked, just for fun."

"So, she likes to show it off. Why doesn't she become a stripper?"

"She did for a while. Problem was she got herself so turned on showing off that she couldn't keep her hands off the clients."

"Oh. That'd get someone in trouble."

"Tabby told me that they were on vacation on the Gulf. And Liana gave Tabby a new bikini. The two of them walked to the beach from where they were staying, with just their bikinis and a little bag of sunblock and such. When they got there, they went swimming. Turns out that Liana got them both dissolving bikinis. They ended up butt naked, five blocks from the house, with a beach full of people. When Tabby asked how the hell they were supposed to get home, she said they could walk home naked, or she could talk a couple guys out of their suits. She actually did talk two guys into giving them their swimsuits to wear home, in exchange for sex of course. They had to fuck them in the ocean before they'd give up their suits and then they followed them home to get their suits back and got to fuck them again."

"I can see how that would be a little extreme."

"Look at your dick there buster," she said with a grin. "Thinking about being one of those lucky guys, or watching them walk home naked?"

I looked down at my rock-hard dick. "Guess either one was an interesting thought."

"Good. I like that," she said with a smile. We rode the rest of the way there exposed to each other, leaving us both pretty horny by the time we arrived. We had some time to kill, but not much, as we made our way towards where the ceremony was obviously going to be. The venue was huge. There was a massive three story tall white barn that looked to be about a football field long. I could see past it that there was a large area of woods and fields and even a couple small lakes. The ceremony looked like it was going to be held near one of the lakes, with a bunch of white wooden folding chairs lined up. We walked towards the people milling around the group of chairs.

It didn't take Shania's friends long to find us. I did my absolute best not to let my tongue hang out any further than it needed to be. These young women had selected outfits that were....um...spectacularly inappropriate! Not that they didn't look good, but DAMN! Her friend Amanda was the first of the group to find us. At thirty-eight, according to Shania, and standing as tall as I am in her high heels, she had a killer set if probably D or larger tits encased in a pink bra type dress top made of some kind of almost terrycloth material. She wasn't thin by any means and the rest of the pink outfit extending down almost to her knees, clung to her like a second skin. The skirt portion was held up by an arrow shaped portion covering her stomach and attaching to the bra top between her breasts. The only thing keeping the bra top from being pulled down by the skirt portion was a single small string type strap running up around her neck. She had a large butt that screamed 'grab me'. She hugged and kissed Shania wetly on the lips before turning to me. Shania introduced us as she moved closer to me, not stopping until her big tits pressed against my chest and her pelvis pressed against my hard-on. She let her hands slide around me and rub up and down my back before sliding down to my ass and squeezing both my butt cheeks. She leaned her face to mine and gave me a long, wet kiss that was easily two or three times longer than what she had given Shania, leaving me breathless by the time she broke it. "I hope I get to see what's making that bulge later," she whispered before stepping back away from me.

I didn't even have time to catch my breath before Tracy was introduced to me. She slid easily into my arms where Amanda had been moments ago, pressing her slender body against mine. She was Asian in decent, with shoulder length black hair and that telltale slant of her eyes, which made her look all the more exotic in the simple black strapless dress that hugged her frame and accentuated her probably C cup tits.

Lillian saw us and practically ran over to see us, almost pushing Tracy out of the way to press herself against me before pressing her mouth to mine in an eager, lip sucking, fuck me right now, kiss. She had on...well I guess it was a dress. The best description was a halter type swimsuit top with a diamond shaped piece of material attached to the right side. The material, at its longest point went well below her knee, but both front and back angled up until it ended high on her left thigh, the top portion angling from there up across her stomach to where it attached on the right side. The front and back didn't quite make it all the way around her body and was attached by two strings, one high on her thigh and the other low on her hip. The end result was that she was essentially naked from breast high on her left side all the way down to her ankles, with the exception of the two small strings. There was, of course, no way to wear anything at all under it without it showing, and there was NOTHING showing. My mind couldn't help but think about how easy it would be to slide my hand from her thigh, right between her legs, without even barely moving the dress as she pressed herself against me in the kiss.

"That's some outfit," I said quietly as we broke the kiss.

"You like? Wait till later. Maybe you can explore it a little more. I've SOOOO missed your cock. I dare you to try and fuck me on the dance floor later."

"How come I get the idea that you've been planning that all along."

She leaned to me and kissed me again. "Because I have," she whispered.

I squeezed her ass for a moment and then let her slip out of my arms when my daughter tapped her gently on the shoulder. "You don't mind if I say 'hi' too, do you?"

"Jenny? Hell no. Damn girl! That is one hell of a hot dress," Lillian answered as she turned to see my Jenny standing behind her. She had on a fire engine red long sleeve dress, just that some of it was missing. The top was sort of shaped like two triangles, pulled around her body from the sides, meeting at the middle a little bit above the bottom of her breasts, the points of the triangles held together by a small fastener between her small perky boobs, leaving most of her chest exposed, right down to her areola, which were just barely covered.

The skirt portion attached to the triangle of her top on both sides of her and angled down to the front of her left hip, where again, the two points met and were attached with a small clasp hidden by a fabric knot. The skirt then extended down to her right ankle, leaving her entire left leg exposed and no doubt at all about the lack of any bra or underwear under it.

She stepped between my arms like Lillian had and wrapped her arms around my neck. She lifted herself on her toes, trying to get taller, even though she had on at least six inch heels already, practically falling against me and pressing her hard nipples to my chest. I wrapped my arms around her as she leaned her face up towards mine, clearly asking for her kiss as well. I let her kiss me, or more correctly suck my tongue and lower lip alternately before pressing her cheek to mine. "If you don't slip your hand unto the back of my dress and grab my ass, I'm going to think that you don't like how I look. And I worked VERY hard to make sure you like how I look."

"You mean like this?" I asked, sliding my hand down to her thigh and sweeping it around and under her skirt until I had a hand full of bare cheek. I only left it there a moment before squeezing her and sliding my hand back out again.

"Ohhhh yeah. So, you do like how it looks! I bet you can figure out what to do with the clasps too, can't you?"

"I'm sure I could, but why?"

"Because I have a debt to pay. Sometime tonight I have to lose my dress. I'm sure that Carrie won't mind if it's not completely off of me, since my whole front will be exposed. You'll do that for me, won't you? Sometime tonight?"

"If that's what you want me to do."

She grinned. "I'd rather have you fuck me," she whispered before letting go of me and standing up again on her own two feet.

"There seems to be a lot of that going around," I answered her.

We sat down to wait, chatting until Shania gasped, "Holy shit!"

I twisted around to look where she was looking. I saw a fairly large black man walking towards us with Tabitha on his arm which confused me, since Tabitha was one of the bridesmaids. She looked like she was damn near naked. From high on her thighs to low on her big tits, she looked like she had nothing on, with the exception of a whole bunch of black strips about three quarters of an inch wide. If I took a roll of black electrical tape and just randomly wrapped it around her body, leaving huge open sections, but making sure that it crossed over her nipples a few times, that was what it looked like she was wearing. "Tabitha?" I asked as I stood up when they stopped near us.

"No, Liana actually. Tabitha is my twin sister." She said with a wide grin.

"I see," I said, still staring at her dress, if you could call it that. She wasn't actually naked, but the material the black strapping was stitched to was almost a perfect match for her light chocolate colored skin. The effect was striking, if not a little slutty for a wedding.

"I take it you're the famous Mister C?" she asked, holding a hand out to me.

"Famous?" I asked, taking her hand which she didn't seem to want to let go of.

"Well. I'm not sure what else to call it, given what she told me of the weekend," she said, pulling on my hand to draw me out from where I stood a few seats down the row towards her.

"She told you about the weekend?" I asked, looking briefly at the guy she had her arm locked with. He was easily big enough to break me in half.

"She did," the big guy answered.

"This is Marlin, Tab's husband," Liana said with a little grin, as I stepped past Jenny into the aisle.

"She told me about riding the tube naked. I have to admit, I wouldn't have been brave enough to do that."

"Well, I wasn't left with a lot of choices."

"Sex at the same time? That had to be something," he said, clearly not upset. "It definitely made her day."

"Well, it did seem to be that. She could be a little..."

"Insatiable?" He finished for me. "She can wear me out and still take more."

"A few times she tried to do that to me as well," I agreed.

"So maybe later you can give me a taste of that sexy cock she was bragging about getting fucked by?" Liana asked, finally letting go of my hand, unlooping her arm from Marlin's arm and then stepping towards me. She slipped her arms around me and pressed herself against me, leaning up to kiss my lips softly for a few moments. I hesitantly kissed her back. "Mmmmm. Come on. You can kiss better than that."

"Go ahead," Shania said from where she sat. "Show her that kiss of yours."

I looked around at the assembly of people and shrugged. "What the hell." I leaned down and kissed her softly until she started to respond. Her hands stroked up and down, one landing on my butt, the other on the back of my head. Her fingers stroked both while we kissed, her pelvis pushing against my hardening dick and her big tits pressed to my silk shirt. I let my right hand slide down to her butt and squeezed it a few moments before the two of us broke the long embrace.

"Now that's a kiss," she breathed, not letting go of me as we stood there. I didn't answer, but her hands soon released me, and she stepped back. "I can see she didn't exaggerate about that. Let's hope she didn't exaggerate about the rest too."

"Guess you'll have to wait to find out," I answered. "I've already got a date for tonight."

"Well, maybe your date won't mind if I get a chance to sample the wares?"

"Like he can keep you from trying," Shania replied with a laugh. "I think it's time."

"Yeah," I agreed, seeing Melissa, the mother of the bride, being walked down the long paved path towards us from the barn structure. She looked beautiful; her long hair put up in a very beautiful up do. She had on a pale pink dress that was ankle length, with a long slit up nearly to her waist just to the left of the middle of the front. Each step she took almost her entire left leg slipped from the split, exposing all the way up, high on her thigh, nearly to hip height. The top of the dress clung and molded itself to her, encasing her breasts with two large triangles, extending up from the waistband of the dress, held in place by only one small string looping up around her neck. It looked like her entire back was bare from her waist up. She looked spectacularly beautiful in the light weight dress. I sat back down, as did the rest of us, and watched her be led by an usher up to her seat in the front. She was seated and next came the groom and the pastor. The groom was in a white tux with a pink sash around his waist and pink pocket handkerchief.

Next came the bridesmaids, Lizzy first, escorted by a groomsman in a gray tux with the same pink trimmings as the groom. The dress Lizzy had on was slick looking, maybe satin or even silk. The material looked thin and clung to her. The skirt was one of these slanted cut hems, the front being halfway up her thighs, and the back as long as her ankles. The bodice clung to her body from the high waist of the skirt to just under her breasts. Above there was a single layer of the material, form-fitting to her breasts, thin enough for me to easily see the bumps of her nipples and even the slight bump of her areola. I honestly didn't know how the material was staying up over her breasts, with no straps or strings to keep it in place.

Tabitha came next, her light chocolate skin a striking contrast to the delicate pink material. Her long slender legs almost glistened in the afternoon sunlight, even though she didn't have on stockings.

And finally, my daughter Jenny, I couldn't help but feel aroused at how sexy she looked in the dress, her nipples pushing the thin material out significantly, her creamy breasts trying their best to push out of the clinging material. I knew she didn't have on a bra, and as she walked by, I could tell by the way the material clung to her round ass cheeks that she didn't have any underwear on. Something that was suggested would happen.

I could see Carrie walking this way, alone. She stopped a bit before she reached the area of the chairs and her mother got up to walk back and meet her. Carrie had on a thin veil over her face and her dress was...spectacular. It was lace down the front, widening over her breasts and pelvis. The rest of the dress was thin mesh material that was essentially see-through. I'd heard there was a name for this style, but I couldn't remember what it was. What I did know was that the dress had a layer of material, much like Liana's, that matched her skin color and made me think she was naked under the dress. As she walked down the aisle, I realized that the nude-colored material ended at the edge of the lace, and through the gaps of lace knots I could just make out the pink of her nipples and areola and even a little of her shaved pussy, if you knew what to look for. The back of the dress had even less lace, covering only her butt, but still allowing me to just make out the cleft between her cheeks. Otherwise, she was indeed naked above the waist in the back.

I couldn't help but be turned on by the dress and I had a boner the entire ceremony. Apparently Abby was turned on as well, her left hand slipped under her dress, stroking herself between her legs. In some ways I wished I could do the same, but it would probably be obvious if I pulled out my dick. Instead, I let my hand rest on Shania's thigh, after which she pulled my hand up under her skirt. Instead of playing with my dick, I gently stroked Shania's soft, wet pussy lips, making her as horny as I already was.