Chapter 8
Cherry looked everywhere for Garth in the reception crowd, but didn't see him. After a while, she stopped being so obviously interested in finding him. She resigned herself to moving floral displays around, being sure any of the wedding party had bouquets or single flowers if they wanted them. Bored quickly with this, Cherry simply stared into space a lot. Finally, she worked with Tiffany to remove the last of the flower displays from the tent when the reception began winding down.
"This has been one fine party," the blonde said smugly. She cupped her ample tits and lifted, then moved her hands down to her snatch and stroked over it with obvious gusto. She purred like a contented kitten given a bowl of fresh cream.
"Yeah, fine," Cherry said. She wasn't sure why she was so down. The oral sex with Heck and Ken had been fun, and letting Garth fuck her up the ass had been great enough to remember a long, long time.
"Come on, Cherry, give. What's wrong? I've scored three times!" Tiffany was bubbling over with real excitement and wanted to share it with her friend. "Not only the groom and best man-you were there in the daisy chain-but a guy who lives in Colorado and another who flew in from Paris just for this bash. Did he ever show me a few tricks."
"He's French?"
"You know what they say about the French. They really know how to use their tongues-everywhere!" Tiffany rubbed her crotch even harder and smiled knowingly. She piled the flowers onto a tarp and started dragging them toward the truck. "So why are you so glum?"
Cherry told her about Garth and how thrilling it had been taking him all the way up her rear passage.
"And you're sorry you didn't get more? Wise up," Tiffany told her. "Enjoy it while it's happening, then just walk away and never expect anything else. You really mess up your head when you start thinking about what might be. Live for the moment. I do."
"I suppose you're right," Cherry said. This didn't help buoy her spirits too much. She and Tiffany piled the fragrant displays in the rear of the delivery truck. The bride and groom had requested that the flowers be sent to a hospital to cheer up patients.
Cherry wished someone would show her a little charity by helping her find Garth again. Why hadn't he bothered finding her? Maybe he lived by the same principle Tiffany did. Live for the moment. Take what you can and be glad for it.
"Hey, Cherry, look at that." Tiffany nudged the dark-haired woman in the ribs with her elbow and pointed toward the house. Ken and his bride slipped out the back door and kissed.
Ken's hands pressed into the woman's tits and then moved lower until he got under her full skirt. On his knees, he began feeling his bride up. She closed her eyes and sighed, propping herself against the back wall of the house.
"He is a charmer," Tiffany said. "A silver-tongued fox."
"Looks like the fox is going after a little pussy in the bushes," Cherry said. Seeing the man vanish under the full skirt and knowing what he did under there caused her own cunny to begin to churn and boil again. His wet, probing tongue had set her afire.
She sat in the rear door of the truck, her fingers pressing into her own gash. Moisture seeped out and left a damp spot on the front of her miniskirt. Cherry looked down guiltily. It wouldn't do for anyone to see such a stain.
"It doesn't matter," Tiffany told her. "We're all covered with sap from the flowers. It's just another spot for the cleaners to get out."
Cherry nodded idly, watching the commotion under the bride's skirts as Ken ate out the woman. Loud lapping sounds echoed across to the truck from the orally engaged pair. Cherry started to wonder if Ken was going to wait to leave on the honeymoon before performing his husbandly duties.
If he put it to his new bride right out there on the lawn, Cherry was torn between sitting and watching them get it on and leaving. Somehow, the sight of the other woman's enjoyment filled her with an emptiness rather than pleasure. Cherry wanted more than she had, and she wanted it now.
"Want to spy on them or get out of here and find some action of our own?" Tiffany was uncertain, too, about what they ought to do. She licked her ruby lips and obviously got off on watching others fuck, but there was such a thing as giving newlyweds privacy.
"If they wanted to be alone, they wouldn't be getting it on in plain view," Cherry said.
But she stood and nodded to Tiffany. "Let's go on back to the shop. Will might still be there. Or Hank."
"You and the college guy hit it off, didn't you? I like his looks, but with so many studs out there, I haven't had time to see what he can do. Is Hank a good lay?"
"Pretty good. Not as good as Will, but pretty good. I think Hank's too tired from working and going to school all the time to be able to devote one hundred percent to his fucking."
"I know the type. Greasy grinds," Tiffany said. As she started for the driver's side, a voice called out.
"Hey, wait a second, you two. We need to talk."
Tiffany and Cherry turned back and saw that Ken had emerged from under his wife's flowing white wedding dress. Bride and groom came over, the woman walking carefully as if her twat was sore.
Cherry guessed that it might be from a recent tongue lashing. She knew how good Ken could be when it came to eating pussy.
"What can we do for you? Want to keep some of the flowers for the honeymoon suite?" asked Tiffany.
"No, no, they all go to the hospital. The patients will enjoy them more than we ever could." Ken looked from Tiffany and Cherry to his new wife. "There's something else Barbara and I would like to ask you. Strictly personal, not business," he hastily added.
Cherry was curious. "What is it?"
She stared at the green-eyed bride with some admiration. The woman was a dark blonde with captivating eyes and a figure that wouldn't quit. Her up-thrusting tits threatened to force their way out the front of her frilly wedding dress. The woman's trim waist gave way to flaring hips, and Cherry could only guess what Ken found so enticing under the floor-length skirts.
Cherry found Barbara returning her gaze with something more than interest. There was an animal heat in the sultry stare that made her breath come a little quicker. It was as if they both studied each other-and liked what they saw.
"Barbara saw you and wondered if you, uh, might like to join us for a while."
"Join you?" asked Cherry. "I don't understand. At the reception? It's about over."
"Most everyone's gone. This would be just us. Barbara thinks you are a really sexy lady-and I told her what you can do."
Cherry was shaken at such honesty. Ken had already told his bride of hours about getting a blow job from a clerk from a florist shop.
"What did you have in mind?" Tiffany moved closer. "A little help on your wedding night?"
"Just a quickie," Ken said.
"I want her," Barbara said in a husky voice. "She turns me on big time. I want to feel her mouth all over me like you said she did for you, Ken. And I want to taste her pussy. You said it was great. I believe you, darling husband." The fire in Barbara's green eyes caused Cherry to take a step forward, as if she could warm herself in such a carnal gaze.
"You and me?" Cherry asked in a low voice. "What about Ken?"
"He and your friend can find something to occupy themselves. If you don't mind, let them watch. Or whatever. But I want you," Barbara said. The hunger in her words was unmistakable.
Cherry was speechless. Her innards churned and began to turn liquid in anticipation of the woman's tongue moving all over her gooey gash.
"Now!"
"All right," Cherry heard someone saying. Then she realized she had spoken. The voice sounded distant and hardly recognizable. She reached out and placed a hand on Barbara's cheek. The honey blonde turned and kissed her palm, then began working her way up the arm until she found Cherry's mouth.
Ruby lips crushed against equally red ones in a lesbian kiss. Cherry had met a lot of men who knew how to kiss, but none had the technique Barbara showed. Her tongue darted lightly hither and yon, touching the tip of Cherry's tongue before vanishing in an erotic hide-and-seek game.
Cherry moved even closer. Her breasts crushed against the crinkly front of the wedding dress. Beneath the layers of cloth, she felt Barbara's tit flesh quivering in response. They were overdressed for what they both wanted to do.
"Where?" gasped out Cherry.
"Here. In the drive. Who'll see? Who'll care?" Barbara was completely aroused and ready to apply her mouth to a dark-furred gash.
She pulled Cherry closer, her mouth devouring the dark-haired woman's.
"Let's go out there," suggested Tiffany. "Back to the hedgerow. It's kinda sexy doing it in the grass."
Barbara could hardly restrain herself, and Cherry felt the same way. The blonde's eyes devoured her, just as Cherry wanted to devour the blonde's pussy. By the time they had returned to the place where Heck, Ken, Tiffany and Cherry had gotten it on before the wedding, Barbara had shed her dress.
Cherry's eyes widened at the gorgeous sight. The woman had dressed for the wedding night under the wedding gown. Barbara wore stockings and a garter belt, no panties and a lacy, frilly corset that held her tits firmly.
But it was the blonde patch glistening with dewdrops that held Cherry's attention. She dropped to her knees and bent forward. Her hands ran over the blonde's slender legs, stroking the white stockinged thighs as she moved closer. Her nose wrinkled at the pungent aroma from the aroused gash.
Then Cherry dived down into the muff, licking and tonguing furiously. She heard Barbara gasp with pleasure. Cherry locked her hands on the blonde's fleshy ass cheeks and pulled her forward so she could bury her face even deeper into the tasty snatch.
"That's it, oh, yeah. I knew she was going to be good. No, no, she's great. I'm tingling all over!" cried Barbara. Her fingers dropped down to the top of Cherry's head and laced through her long dark hair. She began moving Cherry this way and that so she would give the maximum stimulation.
Cherry's tongue probed deeply, finding the salty interior hidden between blonde fleece-lined sex lips. But the woman pulled back a little and saw the pink bud of Barbara's clitoris growing firm with lust. Cherry clamped her lips on this and sucked for all she was worth. The response was immediate.
Barbara let out a gasp and clamped her thighs down hard on either side of the dark-haired girl's head. For a moment, Cherry was wonderfully blind and deaf, knowing nothing but the taste of cunt juices on her tongue. The slick flow of sex flesh suddenly vanished from under her lips.
"What's wrong?" she demanded, thinking Barbara wanted to stop.
"Quiet. Keep eating. And spread those legs!" Barbara ordered. She twisted around until she could put her head between Cherry's legs and nibble at her cunt lips.
Cherry felt a double dose of stimulation now. Eating out Barbara was fun, but having the other woman duplicate what she did was a real treat. Cherry's oral organ speared out and slipped back quickly. She tongue-fucked the other woman as hard and fast as she could. And then she would kiss and lick and suck hard on the clit poking up at the juncture of the pussy lips.
They began rolling over and over on the ground, legs holding the other's head firmly and their bodies striving for the maximum pleasure possible.
By reaching up, Cherry captured twin mounds of corset-hidden tit flesh. She pressed her palms against the summits of Barbara's ample boobs until the honey blonde gasped with joy.
"Keep sucking. Don't stop. I'm so close," moaned out Barbara. Her entire body went rigid and then shivered as if she had a fever when Cherry reached up and shoved her finger all the way up the woman's ass-hole at the same time she fucked her tongue deep into her cunt.
The combination was enough to set off a chain reaction. Barbara came, sucked in hard on Cherry's clit and caused the dark-haired girl to explode in orgasm. Their climax mutual, they rolled over and over and finally came to a halt, sweaty and panting from their passionate mouth fucking.
"Look at that," Barbara said. "He won't let me do that, but he lets your friend give him a hand job."
Ken stood with his eyes closed and face lifted to the sky as if he wanted to howl. Tiffany's hand flew up and down his rigid pole, pulling and stroking and stimulating. And then she moved closer so she could catch up the hairy bag holding his balls in her mouth.
As she jacked him off, her tongue worked on his sac, batting his balls all around. like a fountain Ken, spewed forth his cum.
Barbara laughed with delight and went to her husband. She greedily clamped her mouth on the tip of the spewing cock and sucked. Cherry wasn't sure, but she thought Ken's cum lasted a lot longer than usual with this double ministration by the two blondes.
"Tasty," the honey blonde cried. "You've got a tasty fountain flowing! Don't stop now. Don't you dare stop, Ken!"
And then the four of them tangled arms and legs and cunts and cock in a mixture that got Cherry off a couple times. Every possible combination of pussy and cock and mouth were tried, at least in passing, and Cherry lost track of time as they enjoyed each other sexually. By the time she and Tiffany left, she wondered how Ken and Barbara could possibly do anything but sleep the rest of the night.
As they drove off, Tiffany looked in the rearview mirror and said, "Take a quick look back, Cherry. You won't believe it."
Cherry would have thought her friend was lying if she had told her Ken had another quivering, long boner and was fucking his new wife again after all they had done already. But the couple lay in the road, screwing their brains out.
"That's going to be one hell of a marriage," Cherry said. "How will either of them ever get enough?"
Tiffany's only answer was a delighted laugh as she said, "Who knows when they'll want more flowers?"