Chapter 6
"You know what to do. Get to it," Will said.
Cherry knew what to do, but she didn't want to. She licked her lips and then rubbed her hands on her flaring hips. She thrust out her chest so her tits pressed into the crisp, white blouse to make it apparent she wasn't wearing a bra. Will didn't seem to notice.
"We know. Come on, Cherry, let's get moving. We don't want to hold up the wedding."
Cherry was reluctant. She was feeling neglected. Business had been especially good since Will returned from the convention and had kept them all working long hours. She needed something more than a paycheck at the end of the week to make working at the Fancy Florist Shop worth her time.
She needed Will's cock-and lots of it as often as he could deliver.
"I'll stick around. We've been busy. Will might need me." Cherry watched the shop owner go into his office and reach over his desk. From this angle, she saw the swell at his crotch. She knew all the right things to do make it grow even bigger.
"No, you don't," insisted Tiffany. The blonde tossed her head, sending a long mane of hair rippling in the breeze coming through the open shop door. "I'll need all the help I can get. This is going to be one hot affair, if you know what I mean."
"But, Tiff, I-"
"Come along and let me show you a thing or two." Tiffany pulled her friend outside into the warm sunlight. Cherry had to turn and look back in longing at Will. Tiffany pushed her to the small truck already loaded with huge floral displays for a wedding.
"I know I've been bugging you about going on a delivery, but if I stay, maybe Will and I can get it on. Except for the time when he came back from his trip, we haven't been-" Cherry bit her lower lip. She wasn't sure Tiffany was the one to be discussing her sex life-or lack of it-with.
"Let me tell you about Will," Tiffany said, climbing into the truck. She wore a bright red miniskirt that rode up high on her tanned thigh. The blonde made no attempt to hide the fact she wasn't wearing any panties as she swung around behind the wheel.
"Are you going to give me a lecture?" Cherry sat beside her friend, staring ahead. It didn't seem fair. She wanted some action, and she wanted it with Will.
"I put the moves on him when I came to work. We got it on just once. I think I scared him. He's good when it comes to swinging that prick of his around, I will admit, but he frightens easily."
"I hadn't noticed."
"You might have made it with him a few times more than I did, but when you really get down and dirty with Will, he backs off. Just be glad for the times he does stick it to you," Tiffany said, grinding the gears and sending the truck rocketing into traffic. Cherry winced. Behind them, came the screeching of tires as other motorists braked to avoid hitting the truck.
"Yep," Tiffany said, "he's a good lay, but don't push him to perform every couple hours. Or even more than two or three times a day. He gets spooked and runs away."
"I need more than that," Cherry said, knowing there was something to what the blonde was saying. She had sensed that in Will.
"Enjoy him all you can, then come with me on the deliveries and get some really big action."
"At a wedding?" Cherry scoffed. "You must be kidding. All the women stand around teary-eyed and the guys look like deer you've spotlighted."
Tiffany clucked her tongue and shook her head as she took an abrupt right. "You really ought to get out more, love. Just let ol' Tiffany show you the way it really is at weddings."
They drove for another half-hour, arriving at a huge house with a gatekeeper. Tiffany flashed the guard a smile, and he directed them to the rear of the house. Tiffany drove around back, where a small fleet of catering trucks were parked side by side.
"This is going to be some affair," Cherry said. "These folks are loaded."
"And hung, and hung," Tiffany said with glee. "The wedding is in the garden out back. Let's get to work as fast as we can so we can take our time later."
Cherry wasn't sure what was going on, but she helped set up the floral displays alongside the simple white wooden bower. As she worked, she saw the women rushing here and there, paying no attention to anything around them. But when two guys in tuxedos came into the garden, she felt their eyes fixed firmly on all her sexiest spots.
Cherry couldn't help herself. She shoved her chest out just a bit more than usual to show off her fine tits. And when she bent over, she strained a bit more than usual to tighten the muscles in her ass and legs. Her calves were firm and sleek and every movement was calculated to be as sexy as possible.
"I enjoy this," she whispered to Tiffany. "Those two guys are watching us."
"Only watching?" Tiffany turned and waved to the men to come over. They quickly did.
"Afternoon, ladies," one said. Cherry saw the way he filled the tuxedo jacket with broad shoulders, bulging biceps and a chest that would feel great pressed down against her boobs. He was built like a jock-a sexual athlete waiting to perform. And if she was any judge, the bulge at his crotch was growing larger with every second.
"We need some advice," Tiffany said.
"That's why I'm here," said the one in front of Cherry. His eyes were locked on hers, and he grinned at her, a knowing grin that hinted at shared secrets. "After all, I'm the best man."
"like hell you are," said the other one, moving closer to Tiffany.
"You're not supposed to say anything for another hour, Ken," the best man said. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Heck."
"like Heck?" laughed Cherry.
She saw he wasn't offended. If anything, it pleased him. He said, "I do a lot of things like heck." The tall man moved closer and whispered in her ear, "Your skirt is riding up in back. Want me to help you adjust it?"
Cherry looked around to see what Tiffany would say, but Tiffany and Ken had vanished. The work was about done and calling the men over for advice had been a ruse. The churning in her pussy told her she needed a break-and cock.
"I think it's way too long. Goes too far down my legs, don't you agree?"
"I do," Heck said, his hand resting on the smooth curve of her ass cheek. He squeezed and guided her off to a hedgerow behind the bower. She went eagerly, especially when his hand sneaked beneath her short skirt and a long finger goosed her.
"Hmm, warm," he said in a soft voice when they were out of sight behind the hedge. "And getting warmer all the time." He kissed her with such passion that Cherry was almost bowled over.
She returned the kiss and lifted her leg so that it snaked around the man's waist. Heck reached down and stroked along her thigh, moving to her buttock and into the tight crevice between her ass cheeks.
His finger wiggled deeper and penetrated her ass-hole. She gasped at this intimate invasion. It felt good when he began moving it slowly in and out of her tightest passage, but she wanted more and told him.
"Cock," she said, "I want your cock!"
"Greedy bitch," he laughed. "There's something more exciting to do."
"What the Heck is it?" she replied.
"That's it, exactly," he said, laughing. He kissed her again, moved his lips to nibble at her ear lobe and then worked down. His tongue probed and pushed and prodded against her blouse. He unbuttoned the front and let her ample bosom come tumbling out.
"Such a sight," he said with glee. Then he applied his mouth to the lust-hard pebble topping the left breast. He sucked the nipple all the way into his mouth and gave it a good tongue lashing. Then he started sucking hard and pulled more and more of the tit flesh underneath into his mouth.
Cherry turned weak in the knees as emotions ripped through her. And with the finger still ass-fucking her, she was caught. Mouth. Finger. Sucking. Finger-fucking. It all robbed her of strength. She sagged to the grass and lay back.
"Can't keep working on your behind with you lying down," Heck said, "but that doesn't matter, because I see something even more delectable. Tasty, even."
"No, oh, yes, yes!" Cherry writhed on the grass as Heck pushed up her skirt to around her waist and gripped both her half moons of ass flesh in his strong hands. He lifted her butt off the ground and spread her willowy legs by pressing his head between them.
Cherry's cunt was exposed to his driving tongue.
She almost erupted in orgasm as Heck's tongue found her clit and toyed with it, then pushed aside her cunny lips and worked deep into her steamy interior. She was creaming hard and hot now, the juices leaking from her pussy. Heck lapped them all up. His rough tongue flew all over her most sensitive flesh.
And then he sucked. How he sucked on her clit! The tiny pink center of all her sensation filled with blood as he closed his lips around it. And when his tongue lightly brushed over the delicate nubbin, Cherry came.
She thrashed about, but Heck held her tightly and kept her from pulling away from his mouth.
"You're tasty," he said. "Tastier than any of the food the caterer brought."
"I want to do you," Cherry said, gasping for breath. All she could think about was getting a dick into her mouth and giving as much pleasure to the man as he had just given her.
"Don't get me too mussed up," he said. Heck pulled away from her and fumbled at his fly. Eagerly, hungrily, Cherry pounced on the thick fleshy stalk as it poked out from the dress pants.
Her lips closed firmly on the purpled tip, and her tongue went wild. She licked and stroked and sucked. How she sucked! Her cheeks went hollow with the suction as she worked her way down his length. Cherry got most of his cock into her mouth and deep-throated him before his balls slapped against her chin.
"Want to do more?" she heard Heck saying. Cherry wasn't sure what more she could do. She was getting off in a big way sucking his cock. It was thick and hard and throbbing with life. Then he began twisting on her. She tried to follow, then momentarily let him pull free of her mouth.
"Where are you going?" she asked, disappointed.
"To paradise," came the answer.
Cherry instantly knew what the man meant. His mouth clamped down again on her cunt. And he began an even faster, more exciting intrusion into her twat. His tongue pressed against her tender sex lips and then vanished all the way into her pussy.
His chin banged into her bottom and she gasped.
"Go on, suck," came the muffled order from the area of her crotch. It took Cherry a few seconds to realize Heck was telling her not to waste any more time. She situated herself flat on her back, made sure her legs were spread wide and then reached up to take the quivering pole just over her mouth.
Her lips gave to the man the same kind of pleasure he was giving her. Ripples of delight passed through her, starting with the quick-moving tongue working its way in and out of her cockpit. And when Heck's tongue wasn't hidden away inside her creaming cooze, it was licking avidly at her clit.
Try as she might, Cherry wouldn't keep up with the man. The desires mounting within her sleek body betrayed her before she could suck the man off. She arched her back and crammed her twat into his face as climax raced through her.
"Don't bite it off," he cautioned.
"Sorry," she panted, trembling from the intense cum that had shaken her so. She felt another building. Cherry vowed to get Heck off before she came again. It was only fair.
Tongue working furiously, she tried to poke it into the tiny hole at the tip of his prick. She failed, but trying excited both of them. She kissed the sensitive area just under the head of his cock, then licked, kissed and sucked her way down to the hairy bag holding his churning balls.
She abandoned the thick root and tried to pull his balls into her mouth. She almost succeeded, but the man moved away.
"What's wrong?" she asked, afraid she had done something to chase him off.
"We've got people watching us."
"And I'm inclined to say you are the best man," came Tiffany's laughing voice.
Cherry rolled to her side and saw Ken and Tiffany a few feet away. From the way their clothes hung carelessly, they had really been getting it on. But it could never match the oral sex she was having with Heck.
"Join us," the best man offered. "The more the merrier, right?"
"Right!" came Tiffany's eager cry.
The next thing Cherry knew, she, Tiffany and the two men were in a daisy chain on the ground. Cherry refused to give up her position at Heck's crotch. She loved the salty taste of his prick as it jerked and quivered under her tongue. And replacing Heck's mouth on her pussy was Ken's equally agile tongue.
"Hmm, this is one fine-tasting pussy," Ken said. "I want even more of it!"
Cherry gasped when the man shoved his tongue into her and rolled it around. He teased and tormented her, then performed the same trick on her go button that his friend had. Ken sucked in her clitoris until she shook like a leaf in a high wind. Trembling and weak, it was everything Cherry could do to keep sucking on Heck's thick love wand.
Turning her head a little, Cherry saw that the chain was unbroken. Heck worked avidly on Tiffany's blonde snatch and Tiffany gave head to Ken as if this might be the last time she would ever do it again.
Cherry realized this and let the feelings flow through her. Heck's cock exploded, pumping out its creamy white load. She sucked hard, taking every precious, pearly drop. And then she got off again.
For a moment, she simply lay as if stunned. Slowly, the numbness from her cum released her and left her wanting still more. But there wasn't time.
The men were already on their feet, zipping themselves up and straightening their imagine formal clothing.
"Got a wedding to attend, ladies," Heck said. "They can't get on with it until the best man shows up."
"Or the groom," Ken said. He blew her a kiss and then left quickly with Heck.
"Ken was the groom?" Cherry could hardly believe it.
Tiffany laughed in delight and said, "I told you weddings were something special. Come on, let's see what else we can get into-and get into us!"