Memorable Wedding Night
William has no trouble recalling a memorable wedding night and the participants: his brother’s wife, Kate; his niece; Pip and himself. Plenty of big bouncy boobs, cute booty, useful booze bottles and even more outrageous alcohol fuelled antics….
My name is Will and my brother’s wife’s name is Kate, not an abbreviated Catherine. And Katie chose the name Philippa for their only c***d, a daughter when Benny didn’t get his Phillip pushed out. Nice compromise on gender nomenclature preferences. Of course the distinguished Philippa was shortened by her friends to Pippa in high school and it stuck. Though Pip was probably more suitable as she aged…she had that sultry …I can suck and chew gum at the same time: look about her.
The same is done with the name Penelope, it’s shortened to Pippa, and so there is no underlying regal fawning here. The family in- joking actually only emerged around the time of a certain imperial household wedding.
Regular calendar dates in your life have personal significance; how the hell was Benjamin my brother to know his wedding date and future anniversaries would be shared by a more media well known couple. Any way a celebration is a celebration and I think they all wanted to cheer me up in my recently divorced state. So the television supposedly provided the entertainment and Ben supplied the copious booze.
We had just about exhausted our smutty wedding sex joke repertoire when Benny got the call out to his plant. He was on the cusp of being too pissed to drive but apparently not too soused to supervise a hydraulics crew in an emergency and get a massive out of hour’s payment.
He was picked up about ten o’clock and I was left with the girls. It got a bit quiet after that. We were just watching the regal pomp unfold at a snail’s pace on the big screen till one of the camera men panned and panned again just a tad too long on the bridesmaids hot arse. I mean it was hot arse.
I said out loud without thinking I was in the presence of ladies: “Cor that’s really nice”
Now Kate knew exactly what I was talking about…it certainly wasn’t a fashion statement I was making. She sniggered.
Now I hadn’t mentioned it before but as lovely a girl as our Pippa was; she wasn’t super quick on the verbal uptake or innuendo. Nature had however over compensated her in the booty rack. She had the eye drawing jiggly wobblers. I mean I took them in as tits; as you still do even when it’s your own brother’s daughter. I mean she’s female. I’m male. We male look. We male assess. We love curvy female shapes and we really like to process: tits and arse and camel toe.
I had often licked my lips when Pip’s was not looking. I sneaked a few peeks out the kitchen window whenever she was sunbathing on the deck in summer when I’m visiting…but I hadn’t developed the fantasy of rubbing my face in her breasts or imaging my niece giving me a titty fuck or her jugs bouncing up and down as I pumped her pussy.
Pippa I became aware as the televised wedding ground on… was nicely uninhibited. She was on her third fruity cocktail alcopop. I eventually noticed she wasn’t hammered just yet …but would be most definitely hung over by tomorrow.
The pace of the televised wedding was really getting us all down, but apparently more so our youthful college senior.
At my reaction to the bridesmaid’s shapely derriere: Pip was up and flouncing her booty in front of the big screen in her short green skirt. Well she got my full attention. Well three-D beats two-D any time.
Yeah Pip was heading wasted but I wasn’t stopping her. Would Kate?
Kate who was perhaps tipsy surprised me with: “Wiggle and shake it then Pip…that and your tits…they are the only thing that are going to help you make a living in the world… girly.”
I felt the tension in her voice: the clash of two sexually active females in the same house.
Pippa was doing a really nice booty shake. I think she was beyond processing who her audience were: ‘family’. I could only hope so.
I took a couple of swigs from my stubby and was getting quite aroused. Another gulp and it was empty. Pippa had a great backside and she was working it. Geez when her hands went over her back two cheek curves I went erect. Delicious rump, a stunning behind: Pip had a great bum, a cock arousing caboose.
Katey polished off her current glass of Chardonnay and looked around for a refill. Fuck there was only a bottle of cheap champagne out on the coffee table. She didn’t drink beer or those sickly sweet mixed beverages like Pip. But she hated opening bloody champers bottles.
“Pip …Pip open this fucker…and give yourself a decent splash too…I saw that entry in your room for the local wet t-shirt comp at Macca’s Bar…you tart…let’s see if you have a winning style”
God Kate was egging on her own daughter to get raunchier. I wasn’t saying anything. The prospect of Pip’s nipples erect through her wet light yellow t-shirt had my cock straining for release before anything had actually happened.
Pip I became happily aware in the next minute or two was a young slut. Thank god her dad wasn’t here…Ben would surely have put a stop to this…I hoped the hydraulics were fucked good and proper…I didn’t want him back here,now.
Pip took the champagne bottle and suggestively sucked off the knob for a while. She brought the bottle up between her love muffins slowly…and I was now dirtily imagining my cock there, not the bottle… in a titty fuck. Then the lewd bitch had the bottle between her thighs unscrewing the new style cap…there was a snappy crack and a hiss and then another twist and to my disappointment no jizz equivalent escaping from the bottle nicely held between Pippa’s legs. Fuck screw caps: I thought.
It was okay: Pippa shook the champagne bottle vigorously and it spewed its frothy wetness all over her t-shirt and the heavy wetness shaped her massive tits deliciously. Her nipples now prominent like glazed cherries on piles of whipped cream.
“Give some of that fizz” said a raucous Kate finally also seeing evidence of her daughters true calling: “You trampy… page three girl.” And then: “Get your frickin top off…let’s see if you are a bloody decent pole dancer”
Pip filled Kate’s glass and then shocked me by rubbing her wet t-shirt along my cheek. I felt her nipple’s petite hardness and the spongy flounce of her melons. Then she was back in front of the TV. God knows what was going on in the satellite covered wedding. I didn’t care.
Well Pip did the saucy striptease. Her wet t-shirt removed. Only a well designed sports bra holding god’s gifts to males in place. She snapped off her bra in an easy action. Then her love cushions were out. She spread her legs; bent forward and let her hooters dangle and sway. Paraded and swinging and beautifully fully drooped. I wanted to snuggle and snog them.
Then Pippa was up and her hands were cupped under her chest puppies, she was massaging and shaping her copious young flesh. They were a pair of floppy fulsome fun bags. I had to touch them.
“Wow” I let it out and Kate looked at me and knew what I wanted…but in the end it was her own daughter.
“Oh for god’s sake… Go lick them…bury your face in them…I’ve seen you looking at them…when she’s been sunbathing…she’s a tart…I know that too…frickin letting guys in through her window at night…thinks I can’t hear her when Ben’s on night shift…I’ve listened through the bathroom wall…you slut”
Pip was fondling her stunning pink teats, her nipples like two cute wet kitten’s noses…soft and too pink; needing touch.
She hit back with: “Oh…so what…at least I go for the real thing…I’ve heard you moaning, getting off with your vibrator in your bedroom…can’t get enough …eh mum…and you wonder where I got my slutiness from.”
I was licking and sucking Pip’s nipples and grabbing and spreading and pushing and feeling the generous weight of her breasts. Then my head was buried between her tits. Warm and soft.
I heard Kate retort half drunk: “At least I don’t plead for it up the arse like I hear you…you skank tart…but you’ll make good money spreading your arse high on, Macca’s pole”
The thought of seeing my niece pole dancing at the local strip joint had me easing down her skirt and panties without resistance.
I had my face buried in tit and my fingers stuffed in a warm moist shaved slit. Life couldn’t get any better. Then it did. My sister in law had me dacked; my trousers and boxers down in one swift action and she was fondling my balls and grasping my erectness through my legs.
“Always wanted to compare brothers…never had the chance …till now” she said.
Pippa and Kate suddenly had me on the lounge between them. I saw the bride going down the aisle on the TV; escorted by her father. I preferred my cock’s current surrounding entourage. Mother and daughter. Kate was sucking and slurping on my ball bag. The college lass had my pecker channelled between her soft lips.
Man was I hard. Man was I ready for whatever was being offered.
Kate took control. Just how drunk was she. I thought she’s using drink… as an excuse. She was making the running.
Pippa had my cock between her jugs. My cock nearly dwarfed by her honey dew mellows, her stunning twin peaks, her wham danglers…as I got the cleavage press and the mountains of soft flesh pushed into my throbbing cock: it was like her tits were designed for titty –fucking.
I was shocked out of my sensual delirium by Kate, grabbing my pecker…and directing it into her hairy muff on the lounge… she wasn’t into a cock teasing exercise…she wanted pecker drilling into her coochie…fast and hard…I was enjoying mature coochie…don’t get me wrong…she was wet and enthusiastic…but my mind was set on Pippa’s young pussy.
I took in where Philippa had got her tits from…Kate’s breasts were still fulsome even with middle aged droop. I bent over and sucked her teats while jamming my cock into her pussy.
My brother’s wife was increasingly lewdly spread. She was moaning. Her hands on my arse, pumping me into her deep. I could tell she was satisfied and she knew I was pacing myself. She got her fingers over her clit and got herself off nicely as I kept drilling in a relaxed rhythm.
Pippa was just sitting there, naked and sidelined. God hadn’t the girl heard of joining in.
Kate was satisfied. I thought will she really let me screw her daughter…in front of her?
Kate was up and told Pippa: “Spread your legs… you trollop” and Pip did.
The couple were taking their vows on the television. Kate gave me an empty alcopop bottle and I just held it. I watched her stick the other empty bottle she had; stick it directly to the neck, into her own daughter’s lippy slit.
“Oh for god’s sake…stick it in her arse…it’s what the tramp skank wants” said Kate…as Pip was already moaning with the dirty sliding her mum was generating in her coochie’s wetness.
I started gentle…hey she was my niece…but she demanded more… very quickly.
“Oh get it happening” she demanded of me…between her slowly building murmurs of bodily delight.
I was prodding and probing with the glass neck of the bottle in her puckered pink small crack. Her wrinkled anus indenting and flexing out with the bottle’s neck. It was like the frickin bottle was designed exactly to fit her petite arsehole.
There was Pip with a couple of bottles in her holes. Her mum working her slutty cunt while I was delving into her poop shooter. She was a bad, bad young girl. We were bawdy lustful adults. She was enjoying the double barrelled fun too much. She was writhing and squirming and getting beautifully obscene as she mouthed off:
“Oh fuck you two …you bitch…you bastard… give it to me…deeper you arseholes…spread me…fill me…oh yeah…mmm…oh shit that’s’ good…more …don’t you dare stop…oh fuck…Oh my god…Orh…Orrhh…orh…wow…Orrgh…Orrrhh…Orh” and she had no more smutty trashy talk because her mother shut her up with the lewdest filthiest duck fisting I had ever seen…her four fingers piling into her own daughter’s gaped slit as it expanded in greedy acceptance.
Yeah I stopped my anal bottle work. I was in awe of Kate’s dark sexy side and Pip’s libidinous openness. This was beyond my sexual experience…well the whole scene was…mother…daughter…brother’s wife…niece…however you want to name it up…but it was the raw sexuality of an expanded accepting pussy that had me sexually trapped and wanting a selfish finale for my own cock… Pip’s squishy creamy juices, Kate’s cum glistening pliable fingers, the flex of a college girl’s awesome womanly inner self…it was as much as a guy dare see…I think only a woman can fist a woman…it’s an instance where maleness just has to watch…but my cock wasn’t a happy by- stander…I was plying my heated pecker…enjoying the secrets of fisting given by a woman to a girl.
It was Kate deciding her bitch of a daughter really needed being shown who was the leading slut in the household and as that woman she not surrendering her sexual dominance to some young skanky whore of a daughter.
Oh My God…did she fist my frickin niece, her own bloody daughter … it was powerful and it was slutty. It was totally transparently trashy but equally displayed and generated a beautifully intense sexuality and an amazing bodily response from the young woman…her body taking in new experiences too easily, too happily, too greedily.
Kate’s fist was out…Pip was contentedly pussy gaped.
“Oh fill up her arse… you useless prick…What are you going to do… just jerk off?” said Kate to me.
The televised wedding was singing some hymn…full of alleluia’s…as I stabbed my prick into Pip’s arse… I was thinking Hallelujah…Man was she tight…God was she moaning…and Boy was I primed to cum.
Pip was bent over the arm of the lounge…holding on for dear life with one hand because I was thrusting and pumping with gusto. I was slamming my pubic bone into her butt cheeks. My balls were slapping around in happy wonder. Her arse was unyielding. My cock was packed in. No it was rammed in. I’d never treated a woman like this but Pip accepted every deep hard arse shaping thrust. Her other hand was self pleasuring her pussy …the crafty over sexed bitch.
I was luxuriating in my staying power. Her crack was so fixed around my sensitive pleased cock I was drawing this out. I was held in a near trance of sexual steadiness. The pleasure so good…I had to make it last and last. I got over that surge when you think you will lose your load. My so delighted rock hard shaft jamming and squeezing where in reality it had no right to press and shove. But it felt so goddamn nice, it had to be right and Pippa, the slattern wasn’t going to be denied an extended anal shafting and a leisurely expressed creampie.
That was until Kate stuck her finger up my arse, not nicely, but she had obviously spat on her finger or used her own femcum…she hit my frickin prostrate…and not like a doctor with latex…but a steady crooked motion…so mind blowing…my cock went somehow stiffer…she upped the pressure and the speed …and I shot wad after wad into Pip’s constricted arse. I had the explosive cum jackpot like a frickin slot machine spilling out hundreds of coins.
Pip collapsed over the edge of the lounge. Her body filled with strident continuous hits of self pleasure and her arse leaking cum, really dripping gobs of jizz from my forcefully expelled load.
I felt complete male release. Hell I was done.
Kate was smirking. The full smug self satisfied top bitch who was well pleased with her efforts.
On the TV; the wedding entourage was exiting the church. Confetti was being hurled. It was actually dull.
My mind was processing my brother’s wife and my niece. What the fuck had we done? Then I relaxed…we had covered everything…s**ttered restricting morals like useless confetti …and life was good…good in the moment.
Who needed to see some unattainable Cinder-fucking- Rella in her wedding dress heading off in a horse and carriage… when there were two naked ladies on the longue with me? Kate got back into her champers. Pip the tramp burped repeatedly as she sculled the contents of her girly mixed drink and I did the male thing…cracked another beer…Yeah a beer after sex is great squeezed between two females on the sofa.