Chapter 7
"I don't believe it," Cherry whispered to Tiffany. "We were getting it on with those guys just a few minutes ago, and now Ken's getting married and Heck is his best man!"
"Told you weddings were great, didn't I?" The blonde ran her fingers over the petals of a gardenia decorating one edge of the bower. Her eyes were on a stud sitting alone at the rear of the rows of folding chairs put on the lawn.
"I wonder if the bride knows what she's getting by marrying him," Cherry said, still amazed at the sex she had had with the two men. "He's going to cheat on her the first chance he gets." She shook her head. Ken had cheated before he had made his vows.
What Tiffany said rocked Cherry even more.
"What makes you think she doesn't know-or that she wasn't getting some good loving at the same time?" The blonde smiled wickedly and tossed her head, sending her mane of honey hair over her shoulder.
"Why, nothing, I guess. It never occurred to me they were both getting their rocks off before they got married. They must be real swingers." Cherry saw nothing wrong with this but, wondered which of the studs in the audience the bride might have gotten it on with.
"I don't know for sure, but look at her. Does she have the look of a woman who has gone without sex for more than ten minutes?"
Cherry had to admit the bride looked radiant-and it was the kind of glow that came from a good fucking. She started to say something about this to her friend, but Tiffany was already moving away to sit beside the stud she had spotted.
Cherry marveled at the way Tiffany moved in on the guy. In a few minutes, the two of them were whispering to reach other as if they had known one another for years. Cherry turned from them for a moment and when she looked back, Tiffany and the guy were gone.
They had to decorate the tent across the lawn for the reception, and Cherry didn't want to do it by herself. She pursed her lips and then determined she was going to drag Tiffany back to do her job. As much as she hated taking the blonde away from a good lay, they had work to do.
But where should she look?
Cherry tried the hedges again, thinking Tiffany might have dragged the hunk in there to get it on. As she edged along carefully to keep from stumbling over her friend if she should be screwing like a rabbit, she listened hard. The sounds of the wedding were all she heard.
"Where'd you go?" Disgusted, Cherry gave up hunting for Tiffany and went to the tent to begin work. After ten minutes of stringing garlands and placing floral displays, Cherry grew increasingly angry at her sexy blonde friend.
"It's not fair sticking me with all the work while you have all the fun," she grumbled.
"What can I do to help?"
Cherry spun about, startled. A man only a few years older than Cherry stood behind her, looking forlorn. He had a receding hairline, but on him it looked sexy. And everything else about him appealed to the dark-haired woman.
"I didn't know anyone could overhear me," she said. "Sorry if I-"
"There's no reason to apologize. I take it your assistant left you in the lurch to do all the work."
"Actually," Cherry said, "I'm the assistant.
I shouldn't gripe. It's a good job." She eyed the man again, then added, "It's a great job."
"You have a good eye for these arrangements," he said, walking around, touching the flowers until he found one that suited him. He plucked it from the display and stuck it in the lapel on his coat.
"My name's Garth Benson."
Cherry introduced herself, and noticed how reluctant Garth was to release her hand after shaking it. His fingers stroked over her hand. And she liked the way he touched her. She liked it a lot.
"I work for the Fancy Florist Shop," she said, not sure exactly what to say. When Garth finally released her hand, she did not step back. They stood close together, neither willing to say anything more. To Cherry's delight, words weren't really necessary. An electric spark passed between them.
Some called it chemistry. Cherry didn't try to put a name to it. She felt comfortable with Garth-and excited. From what the woman could tell, he shared her desires.
"Are you about done here?" Garth asked.
"I suppose I've done all I can. Are you in the wedding party?"
"Just a friend of the family," he said. He ran his hand through his thinning, sandy hair and smiled boyishly. "That is a lucky break for me. I can take the time to talk to you.
Cherry started to tell Garth what had happened with the groom and his best man and stopped. She didn't want to scare him off, not if the two of them could get something going. The electricity grew between them and jolted her when he reached out to lightly brush her cheek.
Cherry closed her eyes for a second and pursed her lips. She made a wish and got it immediately. Garth kissed her. It started as a tender kiss, then grew in passion and power. His brawny arms circled her body and pulled her closer.
Tits crushing against his chest, the woman opened her lips just a little. His tongue rushed in to tangle erotically with hers. Then they played hide and seek, tongues darting about as their passions rose like the burning sun in the sky.
Breathing hard, Cherry pulled back. In a husky voice she said, "Not here, not in public. Let's find somewhere more private and-"
"And?" taunted Garth. "What's wrong with here?"
"People will see us!"
Garth grinned wickedly and said, "Good. I want people to see me with such a foxy babe." Hands around her waist, he maneuvered her around a table to stand behind the three-tier wedding cake. In the distance, Cherry heard the wedding ceremony still in progress. It wouldn't be long before the bride and groom were married and the guests began coming into the tent for the reception.
And then they would see more than a wedding. They would get a preview of what the wedding night would be like.
"Please, this isn't right. If anyone sees me like this, I'll lose my job."
"Don't worry. I'll take good care of you. I'll make it worth your while." Garth kissed her neck, and his tongue shot out into her ear. Cherry sighed. It felt so good, and she had been thinking it was about time to get some long, hot cock moving into her again. Sucking Heck's cock and being eaten out by Ken had set her afire. Now she needed someone to stoke those fires to the point she melted down.
If Cherry was any judge, Garth was just that guy.
The wedding cake might hide them from casual view but not for long.
"Hurry," she urged. "I want it fast! Burn me up inside." Cherry reached down and fumbled at the man's fly. The zipper stuck for a moment. In her rush, she tore off a bit of cloth getting his prick free.
But it was worth the small damage. The fleshy log thrust out and beckoned to her. Mouth watering, Cherry dropped down to give him head. But he stopped her. Hands under her arms, he lifted her back to her feet.
"Not that, not now. I want something else. I couldn't help but notice that fine ass of yours."
His hands cupped her ass cheeks and squeezed suggestively. Cherry moved closer, rubbing her crotch against his. She felt the unfettered prick moving against her miniskirt. She hiked it up to expose her naked gash.
"Not there, either. Your ass. I want to fuck you up the ass." He spun her around so fast she reached out to grab the table to keep her balance. Leaning forward caused Cherry to thrust her butt backward into the man's pecker.
She gasped when she felt the cylinder of hot flesh pressing between her ass cheeks. Cherry closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them again when she heard people coming. Two servers from the caterer passed through the tent, hardly noticing her. And the wedding went on out on the lawn.
"Do it," she sobbed. "Take me hard all the way up the back."
"I need a second," Garth said. His cock vanished from the warm berth between her meaty white half-moons. She glanced back and saw the man slipping on a rubber. And then her head snapped around forward as his rubber-sheathed manhood surged back between her ass cheeks.
"There, oh, yes, there," she sighed with joy as she felt the tip of his pecker tapping against her puckered anus.
"Relax and let me in," he whispered in her ear. He nibbled on the lobe and started working down to her neck. As his mouth worked on her neck, his hands came up under her crisp white blouse to cup her breasts. Fingers found the coppery nipples and squeezed hard. He pulled back, crushing her boobs until Cherry was gasping with ecstasy.
And then she was sent into orbit as his cock finally pushed past her tensed ass-hole and into her tight rear passage.
"So good, so tight all around me. I knew you had a fuckable ass the instant I saw you," Garth groaned out. One hand stayed on her tits, moving from left to right, as his other dropped to circle the dark-haired woman's waist. This way, he could pull her back into the circle of his groin every time his hips shoved forward.
Speed and strength of his fucking doubled this way, he began slipping in and out of her ass-hole faster and faster. The friction of his hard cock against her most sensitive flesh turned on Cherry in a big way. She was filled to overflowing. Rapture blasted into her trim body with every thrust.
"More, more," she begged.
"You got it, babe. Here it comes. Here I cum!"
"No, no," she cried. "Don't cum yet!"
The man's thick pecker drove even deeper into her. Lightning bolts blasted into Cherry's brain. When Garth's hand dropped from her waist to her snatch, she experienced the most powerful cum ever.
He ran his finger over her clit. The tiny pink bud was still tingly from the sucking Heck and Ken had given it. When his finger stroked over her clit, she couldn't hold back. This, the feel of his cock racing up her back, the way his hand crushed her tits, all of it conspired to rob her of control.
Cherry felt like a machine gun as she came repeatedly. One orgasm had barely died when something else triggered a new cum.
His racing, butt-fucking pecker. His finger on her clit. The way he fondled, her tit flesh. Even the wet, darting tongue moving on the back of her neck. All of it set Cherry off repeatedly with the best sex she could remember.
"Now, now," she gasped out.
"Oh, yeah," came the man's reply. He arched his back and sent his prong hard into her anus. His upper thighs crushed her ass flesh as he sailed far up her ass-hole. And she knew this was the stroke that did it for Garth.
Deep within her, Cherry felt the huge plug of flesh tremble and twitch and buck as it spewed out its creamy load. She bent forward and shoved her butt backward so he would stay buried all the way in her. Then she rotated her rump to give him even more of a thrill.
Cherry enjoyed the feelings, even after so many cums had rattled her, but a small sensation built deep within her and gnawed away at her guts. But it was too late to satisfy this yearning. The long prick slid from her, limp after so much fine ass-fucking.
"That was super," she said. Cherry sucked in her breath when she saw that the wedding was over and guests were making their way into the tent. She had hoped they might be able to go at it again. Not now with people so close. "Hurry, here they come."
"Good for them. Why shouldn't they enjoy themselves as much as we have?"
"No, Garth, the guests. They'll see us." Cherry felt frantic at being discovered, and not a little bit horny from the unsated lust the man had reignited within her. "Let them," he said.
"What are you doing? Don't!" Cherry yelped as he pulled up her wrinkled blouse over her protuberant tits and bent her forward again. She felt the cool, creamy icing from the wedding cake smearing across her turgid nipples.
As quickly as the man dipped her into the towering three-tiered cake, he swung her around and bent her over again. But, this time, he didn't take her up the rear. Instead, his tongue licked off the icing with long, rough laps, sending Cherry into orgasm. She shuddered all over and sagged. He caught her, supporting her until she regained her senses.
"You know all the right things to do," she said. "That was fabulous."
"It was," Garth said. "And who knows? It might get even better a second time."
Before Cherry could say she was willing, anywhere and at any time, the man zipped himself up and strolled off, whistling a tune. He mingled with the guests and was soon lost to sight.
Cherry got to the rear of the tent and sat on a low stool, not sure whether she ought to be happy at the best sex she had ever had or sad that the man had simply wandered off.