Erotic Dilemmas: 6> Wedding night
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: It's said that, if one or the other, bride or groom doesn't turn up, then either the chief bridesmaid or best man steps in. What of the wedding night, though, when the groom is too drunk and, or, tired to stay awake, let alone perform, what then...?

On the afternoon of the wedding of Steve and Carly Adams, as she was subsequently known, everyone at the reception was getting on okay, in particular, Steve's best man, Max, and Carly's chief bridesmaid, Jenna. Up until that afternoon in the church, where the bride and groom had made their vows in front of their respectively invited family and friends, neither of them had met.

Although Steve knew his best man to be a bit of a ladies' man, much like himself, in fact, until he met his future fiancé, wife and mother of his children, he was his best mate and friend since secondary school; each one looking out for the other and having their pick of the girls they pulled (went off with).

Never one to pass up an opportunity, as far as the opposite sex was concerned, Max had cast several glances over to Jenna, who, likewise, returned them. So, it was little wonder then, that they would have sloped off somewhere private together, there to get better acquainted...

"Right, let's see this big dick of yours, the one Stacey bragged about," Jenna enjoined, fervently, before squatting in front of Max and checking out ‘the goods' as Stacey had called it. That was all of ten days ago, when Max, at Steve's stag party, filled in for his reluctant bachelor friend with the stripper.

Minded of the traditional joke, that the bridesmaid or best man, as he was, filled in for the other, Max, after her sexy and highly erotic performance, one that left him with a noticeable hard-on, picked up the naked Stacey and took her into the bedroom. Thereafter, and for a good 20 minutes, their carnal moans along with the occasional sound of the headboard being banged against the wall, could be heard from outside.

"Who's next with the slut? Steve!" Max proffered and suggested, when he eventually emerged.

Carly, though, on the evening of her hen night, wasn't as reluctant let alone faithful, especially when the male stripper, wearing an arresting police uniform, got down to his pants, which she was egged on to lower by Jenna. When Steve's fiancé saw the length and girth of his ‘truncheon', suspended a few inches from her face, her mouth salivated and her lips opened, agog.

Of course, he took that as a cue to urge forward. When he did, far from protesting, Carly accepted his firm warmth, she even, while it was moving forward under that of her momentum and eagerness, slithered her more than just moist tongue around the warm flesh of his shaft, feeling, as she did, the very veins on his cock. Thankfully, a blow job was as far as she was prepared to go, while her friends, lead by Jenna, chorused: ‘suck his dick!' then ‘make him cum!' which she welcomely did.

"Fuck, that is big!" Jenna swooned. "Stacey wasn't fucking kidding," she said, marvelling at its semi-hard, nigh on, eight inches as her mouth salivated in readiness to both lick and suck Max's impressive cock.

"You like that, then, like a big dick. Suck it, go on, show me how much you like it," Max urged the wanton slut submissively knelt before him, the arch of his left hand posing the head at a close enough angle.

"Let me lick it first. I want to taste it," she intoned, greedily, only for Max to grab her head and direct her forward, his cock sliding between her lips.

"Oh yeah, baby, like that. Use your tongue," he gestured, thereby fulfilling both their aspirations, and she did. "Urmn," Jenna moaned continually on his firmed up dick. With it resting in her mouth her tongue swirling around the warm veiny flesh of his thick shaft, Max presently had both hands on Jenna's head, urging her forward with every rhythmic swing of his hips, his cockhead, which was quite turgid, glancing her epiglottis as it threatened to fill her throat.

Realising her resistance and that she had her back against the wall, Max, still holding Jenna's head at a desirable angle, began fucking her mouth - hard. Mere moments later, and with her hands resting on Max's thighs, his turgid cockhead was flexing in and out of her throat with some alacrity, enough that she vociferated: ‘Gluh,' each time.

"Pah," she produced a sound, when he eventually released her.

"There you go, lick that up," Max said, indicating the strings of saliva that were hanging between her lower lip and chin and that of his cockhead, only to subsequently break off, followed by that which liberally coated his shaft.

"Alex [he being the stripper] tells me you've got a tight pussy; your ass also. He fucked them both quite hard, from what I heard," Max jollied, as he helped Jenna up and then directed her to a nearby table. There, Max undid her dress, which he then removed before helping her up onto the table.

"Let's see this delicious cunt of yours," he intoned, vulgarly, and then drew Jenna's light blue moist, stained thong to one side.

"Shaved, save for the landing strip; nice, a touch decadence, but nice. Appealing, even," he further commended, ignoring her shapely 38C tits, which, even then, were heaving with the anticipation of getting nailed and railed by Max's thick ten incher.

"Oh, oh fuck, yes, emn," she responded to his warm breath and teasing, first lick up her weeping gash.

Getting no direction from Jenna, Max, with his left arm curled around her right thigh holding her pussy marginally open while managing to stroke the hardened stalk of her clit, took her right hand and placed it aback of his head.

"Lick it, lick it up, make me cum and do it some more," she urged him, his head also as she was sat up watching him eat her ‘delicious cunt'.

"You better fuck my tight little asshole good; hard and deep," Jenna uttered, as she felt a fire smoulder in her core. Soon, though, it was ablaze and searing a path up her body. When it did, her hips bucked up against Max's mouth, tongue and lips, even as it shot along the curvature of her spine.

"Fuck, yes! Fuck, yes! Fuck me, yes! Huh! Huh! Huh!" she cried out her pleasure and then gasped.

She was still coming down when Max, having stood up, fired his cock deep into her warm, wet and receptive pussy.

"Fuck, yeah," he groaned, feeling her tightness all the same and even though he was full of girth.

"Don't, oh yes, more, spare the rod, Max, I can take it; my ass, in particular," she intoned, urging him to do her harder.

Taking the slut, Jenna, at her word, Steve's best man grasped her stocking clad thighs just below the lacy tops and spread her open. He then slowly and teasingly withdrew most of his firm thick length so that just the bulging head was nestled inside her warm wet cunt.

"What do you want!" he exclaimed.

"Ram that...Fuck yes, like that, hard dick of yours into my wet horny cunt, my fuck hole," she impelled Max, her body once more on the verge of yet another pulsating climax.

Through two most enjoyable orgasms, he reamed and drilled Jenna's hot tight pussy, the second time with the slut turned over, her forearms resting on the table and, in that position, with all three of his long fingers up inside her ass as she, in turn, pushed back to meet his forward swing and lunge; her tits, having been released from the confinement of her tight fitting bra, swinging free as Max stroked her distended clit.

With her arduously panting from the effects, Max withdrew his fingers, which he offered to her to suck. He then, with Jenna's hands subsequently moving to spread her ass cheeks for him, moved his cum coated sticky erection from her pussy and eased the turgid head into her openly inviting asshole.

The moan that Jenna exhaled from the taste of herself - strawberry, she having some idea that her ass would get plundered by Max - was soon followed by a more languid moan when she felt him open her up even more as he worked his cock, inch by painfully delicious inch, into her tight little asshole.

"God, you are so fucking big, Max, so fucking big in my tight little asshole, stretching my asshole, filling it up. Oh god, yes, fuck," Jenna cried out at the end. His ominous cock made her wince a little, but as pleasure and pain rapidly intermingled into one, she decided it was worth it.

"Oh, emn, yes, fuck. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me! Do it! Fuck my ass! Huh, huh huh! Fuck my ass!" Jenna continued to urge, with each and every one of Max's determined hip swings and thrusts.

By then, of course, she had moved her left hand to brace herself on the table while the right one was outstretched behind her even further, grasping Max's shirt and using it to urge him to fuck her hard, his cock both delving and plundering deep into her tight little asshole, where he, under that amount of pressure, unloaded the first of his hot cum before Jenna quickly took herself from him and welcomed the remainder. Max fired the first reflexive one over her face, followed by the subsequent eruptions, which he directed at and in her mouth. The slut even gargled with it before swallowing, and then, quite dutifully, licked and sucked his cock clean and his balls dry.

Later that evening, quite unexpectedly, though, he was called upon to perform one more time...!

As the reception continued into the early evening, Carly noticed her husband enjoying one drink after another. He'd already had two flutes of champagne during the earlier toasts followed by a steady intake of wine; white with their main course, a perfectly roasted turkey that was quite succulent, and red with the dessert; a fruits of the forest cheesecake.

More alcoholic beverages followed, after the couple enjoyed the traditional first dance, before other couples took to the dance floor. What did it, though, for Carly, anyway, was when Steve had a glass of port with his father while he imparted words of wisdom to him; his speech ending with a clenched fist urged forward, as if to say: 'Go fuck your wife, hard, son!'

In the end, Carly went and found her husband's best man, and together they helped him up a single flight of stairs of the hotel where the reception had been held. By the time they got Steve inside the room and propped up on the bed, it was a little after 8pm.

"Right, well, best let him sleep it off," Max suggested, when Steve fell onto the bed and began snoring.

"Not quite what I had planned!" Carly exclaimed, miffed, to say the least, at not being able to consummate their married life while feeling naturally horny for him.

Realising an opportunity when he saw it - Steve and he often sharing and even double teaming the women they picked up - Max offered: "If you like, Carly, I don't mind staying and keeping you company," a noticeable glint in his blue eyes when he smiled at his best friend's new bride, in a warm, pleasing manner.

"I'd like that; if it's not too much trouble, Max," she almost cooed, and then had him join her on the sofa of the honeymoon suite.

Leaving off alcohol, considering her husband's disposition, Max took a couple of cans of Pepsi Max from the mini bar and sat next to Carly. They chatted for a while about Steve between sips of the cola. Eventually, though, Max steered the conversation in an erotic direction. That prompted Carly to make her feelings about being let down by Steve known.

"There," Max said, as he comforted her, his hand stroking her raven hair and brushing a stray tress of curls back into place.

"I'm here, now, you've got me," he said, and then let his hand stray lower; his fingers stroking her cheek before coming to rest under the right side of Carly's chin, which he motioned up.

She was in too much turmoil to realise what was happening, that was, until she felt Max's soft warm lips touch hers. Then; then she responded. Not by grabbing him and pushing his advances away. Instead, she moved her hands, which she placed on Max's shoulder and the back of his head and held him close.

Steve's wife, of just that afternoon, was immediately caught up in the dilemma of going without a fuck on her wedding night while being horny, a dilemma that Max was more than able to resolve and quell for her.

On more than one occasion, Steve had embellished, for her mind, the magnitude of his best man's manhood. Carly realised she had the perfect opportunity to see if it was true and more, and she wasn't going to pass it up.

"Let me see it, Max, let me see how big your dick is," she trilled, encouragingly, having broken from their long fervent kiss.

Stood up before her, Max urged his friend's slut of a wife to sit up and forward. He then took her right hand and rested it on the warmth of his hard-on. As soon as Carly felt the heat radiating from his shaft, she began stroking it with one hand while, having drawn up her dress, stroking the moist gusset of her stained white g-string with the other.

"Show me, show me your horny wet pussy," Max directed her, and in no time at all, Carly had drawn the flimsy triangle of material to one side and was stroking her cleft with three fingers.

"Now your cunt, all nice and wet, I don't doubt, show it to me," he said, and then released her hand so that he could show her his equally horny rampant cock.

With fingers and thumbs of both hands, Carly drew apart the petals of her pussy, thereby exposing both its pinkness and wetness to Max's appreciative eye.

"Nice, very nice, I can't wait to get my hard cock inside it, once you've blown me," Max said, as, with his trousers and cum stained pants down, he revealed himself to her.

"Oh—my—god! Oh my fucking god, Max. That...that's fucking huge," Carly exalted, licking her lips in readiness to consume it while her fingers; consciously or otherwise; were stroking down either side of her sheathed clit - soon becoming sticky as a result.

"Give me," she urged him, and with that, far from getting to know his knob end by licking the head, she offered Max her open slack mouth; well, considering his girth, it pretty much had to be slack if she were to fit it inside.

"Ur-urmn, urmn, hurm," Carly moaned, as she made quite a supper of his warm firm erection, she even felt the blood course through his veins as her lips slid forward and back and her tongue flicked and snaked around the pulsing shaft. There was no aftertaste of Jenna from earlier; chiefly because Max had washed his cock of her ass and cum juice.

"Cough! How long, how long is it, Max?" Carly enquired of him, as she stroked him with both hands and then flicked her tongue around the turgid puffy glans before directing her attention to that of the sensitive rim.

"No idea. At a guess, about 10 inches, I mean, I don't, I haven't measured it," he said, the crown resting between Carly's lips, which she then smooched while lovingly massaging his balls and once more, this time, though, finger fucking her horny wet pussy.

Her ministration was soon rewarded, when, having taken more of Max into her mouth, she felt his balls tighten and, moments after, his hot sweet salty sticky spunk splash against the roof and walls of her mouth and, from there, cascade and rain down onto her tongue.

Although Carly did her best to resist swallowing, before Max had finished giving her every creamy white morsel, its fullness, even with her cheeks puffed out like that of a full hamster, became too much.

"Furk, soly," she said, almost gargling, before waiting until they had finished; max cumming and Carly swallowing.

"Even that was a fucking lot," she exclaimed, only to notice something else, something genuinely significant to be excited about.

"Fuck—me! You're almost hard, Max. Not on Viagra," Carly intoned, before standing up, turning around and offering her husband's best man the back of her dress to undo; her gaze going across the room to where the very man was fast asleep on the married couples' hotel bed.

Instead, though, Max urged Carly to put her right knee on the sofa. He then, as she awaited what he would in fact do, slipped off his shoes followed by his trousers and pants and then knelt on the floor.

Moments later, Carly cried out her pleasure when, having he scurried under her wedding dress, she felt the welcome breeze of his warm breath on her ass cheeks followed by a dusting on each from one of his hands. There then came several kisses to the hardly inflamed area followed by soft licks. That caused her to move her hand over her dress and stroke his head encouragingly.

"Fuck, Max, this is so wrong and on so many levels; but, equally, so fucking lovely. Don't stop, though, I'm close to cumming," she informed him, intimating doing something exceptional to push her over the edge, the very precipice.

"Hurgmnnnnn," Carly emitted out a low pleasured moan soon after, when he stroked her clit just right and teased her asshole with his tongue. As she came, as her climatic juices flooded her pussy, Steve's wife of only eight hours, flexed her legs up and down under the pleasurable adroit ministration of his best man.

"Emn, oh yes, more," she cooed, when his tongue tip broke the surface of her anus.

"And, I suppose you'll be wanting to feed your big long cock in there, also," she trilled, smiling at his performance as a stand-in for Steve, thus far.

"All things, eventually. I want a taste, a long taste of your delicious..."

"God, you've made me wet at the thought, Max - continue," Carly urged him, as she once more stroked her hardened clit.

"Tits," he said, teasingly, "then your cunt," he added, before teasing her rosebud some more.

Several minutes later, and with Steve's sleeping presence of no concern to either, both Carly and Max, save for his tie, which she insisted he keep on, along with his socks, were naked.

When she went to sit on the sofa, he stopped her, saying: ‘I want to worship your body from head to toe," and with that, Max did.

With his fingers in her curly black hair, he drew back her head and, with his other hand at her right side just above her milky white slender waist, he ravaged her mouth with his hot passionate lips and tongue, soon snaking his fingers down to her wet pussy and sliding his fingers in and out with the exact same rhythm and level of penetration as that of his tongue.

That level of intensity caused Carly, not to just moan around his tongue, but to cross her thighs over his hand, holding him there in a vice-like grip as she came, and came hard.

Not giving Carly a chance to catch her breath, once he'd released her, Max turned her around and this time felt her wet sex up with his left hand as he smeared his cum saturated fingers over her hard nipples. Moments later, and as he trailed the fingers of his subsequently moist left hand over her left nipple, Carly couldn't help by grind her buttocks against his rampant cock as she enjoyed yet more pleasure at Max's attentiveness.

"I see what you meant by delicious," she said, when, sat down on the sofa and Max having smeared more of her climatic juice on her tits, he set about tasting her. First, he kissed her moist spots, in particular, around that of Carly's darkened areola as she combed his head; her clit and pussy could wait their turn, she decided, especially when, sometime later, and with Max grasping and bulging one of her 38C tits in each hand, he licked and then sucked each swollen teat.

Eventually finished, Max gazed at her lustfully as he drew Carly closer to and part beyond the edge of the cushion; until her ass cheeks were part suspended over the edge and her upper body was curled against the back of the sofa. He then raised her legs and directed Steve's wife to take up the ‘fuck me' position that all sluts like Carly know so well: legs out, back and bent, her upper arms across the backs of her knees and, for the moment, while he dined on her puss; her fingers holding herself open.

"That delicious cunt of yours wants my big hard cock inside it, doesn't it," he intoned, soon knelt ready to fuck her; be it with his tongue or rampant cock.

"Please, Max, yes," Carly almost whimpered her appeal for him to.

"No, not yet. First, I'm going to get a fuller taste, then your ass. Then, when you've cum, then I'm going to put this big hard cock of mine in your horny wet pussy, fuck you some, then I'll give that lovely tight ass of yours the same," Max laid it out for her, before lowering his head and drawing in the heady scent of her pussy. That, in itself, had Carly moaning, anticipating the sensual touch of his hot moist tongue on her exposed wet pink pussy.

All the same, and having snorted on her aromatic scent, Max teased her by flicking each blood engorged lobe of Carly's fuck flesh and subsequently licking her cum sticky fingers as she held herself open to him. The fire that was blazing away inside her only needed the slightest, right touch to fully ignite and scorch a pleasured path through her body. The spark came when Max dipped his tongue between the folds of Carly's pussy walls and slithered it over and around her sweet spots.

Until then, that very moment, in fact, when his tongue snaked around her wetness, she hadn't fully realised just how long Max's tongue actually was.

"Yes, fuck, fuck me, more, oh emn, god. Even that's big," she squirmed, as her body convulsed around his warm wet protrusion.

Unable to stop herself, Carly moved her hands to either side of Max's face and urged him to fill her up. She had her legs almost horizontal as, under her voracious direction, he continued to lick and fuck he hot pink cunt; her climatic juices, when she came, flooding her and cresting over and around Max's tongue like an incoming tide on the shore.

"Now, Max, fuck me, now - your cock, although your tongue...that was ex-fucking-squisite," she appealed to him through a sex haze.

Max then drew himself up and, realising that Carly's clit was possibly soar, dribbled a reasonable amount of saliva on it. He then moved her legs and upper arms to their original position and this time had her grasp the backs of her ankles in readiness to receive the fuck of her life.

Vaguely clearing her eyes, Carly watched and sensed the approach of Max's big hard dick, which was followed by him lightly skimming his fingers over her clit as he urged more of his length into her. She wasn't as tight as Stacey, though; instead, she fitted around his girth like a glove.

"Oh," she responded with the first push forward. "Oh yes," she moaned, as he sank himself, ever more deeper, into her; the glans of his immense hard-on noticeably brushing past her g spot, which prompted Max to stroke the area from outside.

"Holly fuck, Max! That, that is undeniably fucking long," Carly exclaimed, before panting, her breathing coming hard and deep as he built her up to what would surely be a toe curling crashing orgasm, which it was.

"Fuck, yes," she exclaimed her pleasure, and while her body reacted, Max began a slow back and surge forward of his hips as he fucked his warm firm thick length back and forth.

"I see what you meant by head to ‘toes'," she commended him not long afterwards, and with Max's upper body craned over her, enough that he was able to lick and suck each cherry red ripe nipple for extra stimulation; as if what he was already doing and doing superfluously, wasn't already enough.

Having once more made her cum on his cock monster, enough to ease its way up her tight asshole, Max, as he slowly withdrew himself, remarked: "Normally, Carly, I'd have a slut like yourself turn around and spread her ass cheeks for me."

"Good, let's do it," she intoned. Thereafter, and having lowered her legs, Steve's slut of a wife was soon knelt up on the couch for his best man, her hands extended behind her holding herself open for him, just like Jenna had done for Max earlier.

"My tie, is it alright if I take it off," Max said, still perplexed as to why she had him keep it on.

"What! Sure. I had a mind to use it, however, you had my hands otherwise occupied and my mind caught up with all the pleasure," she told him. "Now, is that wide enough for your big hard cock to fit in," Carly intoned, her fingernails almost digging deep into her round ass cheeks as she gaped it for his approval.

"Emn, that should do perfectly," Max rejoined, before directing the head of his weapon towards her offered opening.

With the puffy glans of his erection past her ring of resistance, Max, rather than grasp her waist and sail his length into her, cupped her breasts and once more toyed with them pleasurably. Although not fully enough to nullify what was a dullness, more than discomfort or even pain, Carly warmed to his controlled tempered strokes as bit by bit, inch by eventual pleasurable inch of his thick length slowly but surely filled her backside up and moved with aplomb.

"How's that," Max intoned, in response to Carly's muted silence.

"Exactly what I was looking forward to with Steve," she rejoined.

"Would you...would you say I was better," Max sought her approval, in some way, as he conducted a more vigorous plunder of Carly's tight shapely ass, his balls soon swinging against her clit while his groin lightly slapped her buttocks.

"That's very much a catch-22 question you're asking, Max. I love Steve, and, well, if it wasn't for him failing in his duty, then, as enjoyable as you've been...!" she left it hanging and he understood.

Finished with her ass, Carly soon found herself astride Max as he lay along the couch. It was a most intimate and sensual position, the one Steve proposed to her in. She squatted above him, to begin with, her feet still at either side. Keeping her balance, with one hand on top of the back rest, Carly managed to part encircle his sticky shaft just below the head and then guide it to her wet opening as she moved lower.

"Emn, yes," she moaned while her body shivered from the sensation of him filling her up.

"That's so damn sexy from where I am," Max approved, his hands resting on Carly's midriff in readiness to assist her pleasure.

"Not as sexy as your dick looks and feels, Max; that, well, it goes without saying," Carly rejoined, as she slid down the first several pleasurable inches before moving her left leg into a normal kneeling position.

"Ooo, that feels so nice and big," his best friend's wife uttered, as she slid down the total length of his magnificent cock. What made it all the more pleasurable, was her near vertical position along with the slow sensuality of her down and up motion as she fucked herself on him. That, in turn, caused Max to let out pleasured moans of his own, equating what she was doing to that of a woman's mouth sucking his length with her cheeks drawn in.

"Fuck me, Max," Carly urged, before grasping his offered hands for support and then moving all the more fluidly as her orgasm coursed, rumble and finally raged through her body.

"Easy there, Max, don't, don't cum inside me," Carly warned him, suggesting that Steve and she had additional plans for their wedding night, plans that didn't, couldn't include Max delivering the finale, as, nine months from then, it would be clear she had cheated on Steve. Max, you see, was black!

Climbing off his long black sceptre, Carly replaced her satisfied warm wet pussy with that of her equally warm wet mouth. She then drew in her cheeks and began sucking and bobbing her head up and down his thick length, all the while casting her gaze towards him as she slithered her tongue around the warm flesh. When his facial expression cringed, Steve's wife knew he was about ready to drop his load, one that Carly welcomed from him and then drank down.

Weeks and months went by for the pregnant Carly, during which time, Steve would stay out drinking. To counter her boredom, Carly sought comfort and pleasure with Max, the man she came to realise she should have married. Since she was pregnant, though, she welcomed his hot creamy black cum juice in her well-fucked pussy each time.