Heading on home for spring break a couple days
before classes let out, now in his third year of college Skipper
Harmon wanted to be certain to get in way early before the
wedding rehearsal that was set for 7 p.m. that night, especially
since he was asked by his good friend Greg Foster to be his best
man at the wedding. Friends from high school, they were
still close, using email to correspond between their respective
colleges until they hooked up during breaks and
summertime. Skipper had been busy emailing and calling all
the guys to give Greg a bachelor’s party on Friday night, just
before he tied the knot the next day. Having seen Greg
during the early part of last summer, his buddy had gotten
himself quite busy when he had begun dating Julie Wesson, middle
of the three daughters of Councilman Wesson.
Skipper knew that Councilman Wesson had three
daughters from his first marriage but had never met them before
as the councilman and his first wife had divorced with the girls
having spent most of the time with their biological mother and
then they were abroad at some fancy and rather exclusive
boarding school for a number of years. In fact, Skipper
had done some odd and end jobs for the Councilman, cutting his
lawn and then cleaning the large pool in the backyard.
According to Greg’s last email, as both their families still
attended the same church, Pastor L. Hawkins Chilton or Pastor
Hawkins as they referred to him would be performing the wedding
ceremony. As the pastor’s wife, the lovely Mrs. Gwen
Chilton always played the organ for Sunday services, Skipper
presumed that she would be playing the organ music for the
wedding that Saturday. Thus, being from a small town,
Skipper basically knew all involved other than the bride and her
sisters Wendi and Rachel, assuming that both sisters would
naturally a part of the bridal party.
During the long drive home, wanting to hit town about noon so he could some things accomplished before the rehearsal, Skipper couldn’t help but to ponder the rather amusing setting that would be taking place that night. First was the lovely Mrs. Eileen Foster, Greg’s mom, whom he had seduced when sleeping over one night following an off-to-college party that the Fosters’ had for their son and friends. Pulling the then 38 year wife and mother into a darkened spare bedroom that was empty, right next to the master bedroom where her husband lay sleeping, she was unable to resist his deft movements in getting the straps of her dress down over her shoulders. After kissing her passionately, the lovely wife had pleaded “Skipper …………….Skipper …………………..please, this isn't right ……………please ……………you must stop ……………now!” “Please, Skipper …………..……you ………………you're young enough to be my son!” she had worried as he drew her hands down between their bodies, with Skipper then whispering in her ear “Is that ‘man’ enough for you, Mrs. Foster?” Skipper then heard her gasp in astonishment as she instinctively squeezed her fingers and found just how ‘big’ he was.
Having emptied his balls, Skipper recalled
chuckling “Tell the Councilman you earned him my vote
…………..that’s for sure! Got to make sure he stays in office
and earn those big bucks to take care of our little
kiddie!” Finally recovering to a point where he could feel
his cock beginning to revive a bit, Skipper untied the beauty’s
arms and legs from him, then turned her about in the
water. As Mrs. Wesson was in a fucked out state, she
had grasped the drainage rail that ran along the edge of the
pool to keep from sinking. With her hanging on the pool’s
edge, body floating limply on the water, Skipper then moved up
between her legs, spreading them further apart in the
process. In total awe from the fantastic fuck, the lovely
wife finally realized what his intent was as she panicked “No
………………no ………………just what do you think you’re doing?”
“Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee …………………………stop …………………stoppppppppp …………………it
hurtsssssssssssssssss!” the lovely Mrs. Wesson wailed out loud
as he proceeded to bugger her.
Thus, having nailed both the mother of the bride
and mother of the groom, the evening promised to be a rather
exciting one for Skipper. But it’d be an even more
interesting one if the rehearsal would be a complete and full
rehearsal with the pastor’s wife playing the organ, especially
since Mrs. Chilton had been the first one to suspect him of
creating the need for the child-rearing classes due to the
number of young unwed mothers, some still in high school.
Her glances at him with that stern look on her face had told
Skipper that his secret was out and that he had to nip it right
in the bud. It was at one of the initial child-rearing
classes that Gwen Chilton began to suspect Skipper Harmon, the
handsome teen football star, after hearing Melody Kerns playing
with her son and saying “C’mon, ‘Little Skip’ ………..time to
change your diaper!” Then basically the same thing
occurred when she peered in on Diane Adams and her young son
Tim, only this time, Gwen heard the young mother actually refer
to her baby as ‘Little Skipper’. She knew then that ‘It’s
that handsome football jock, Skipper Harmon! He’s
obviously using his star status to get into as many panties as
he can get and ‘knocking up’ all these star-struck gals in the
process!’
When the pastor’s beautiful wife had asked to speak with him privately, Skipper knew that his gig was up with his beauty. Entering the room with her and secretly locking the door behind him, Skipper deliberately stepped up close behind of her, knowing that she could hear him breathing just over her shoulder. “Sk ………………Skipper ………………I …………….I …………!” she had stammered but was unable to finish her sentence as his hands had moved up to touch and caress the back of both her elbows. Having sensed the beautiful woman’s inability to protest his advances, Skipper felt quite confident in having the sophisticated beauty melting like putty in his hands, just like all the others he’d managed to seduce. Bending down, leaning in towards her ear, Skipper whispered “You know, don’t you, Mrs. Chilton? You know I’m the main reason you had to start up these classes, don’t you? You know I’m the father of most of the babies ………………..that I knocked up most of those high school gals!”
“Skipper ……………you ……………..you must learn to use some protection …………..so …………….in order to protect the girls from getting pregnant!” Gwen Chilton had stammered out. “In ………………in fact …………………you ………………..you should ………….should refrain from ……..……such sexual activity! You …………..you should wait till you get married! Think of all the girls involved ……………….all these unwed mothers ……………how their lives are changed from it all!” she had further advised him. Caressing both of her bare upper arms of the succulent beauty, Skipper felt her go weak at the knees as he moved up even closer as she was now leaning against him for support. Face up against her soft silky brown hair, Skipper darted his tongue out to touch and tease the edge of her ear. He then began teasing her earlobe along with the earring that dangled from it. Next, he whispered in her ear, telling her “Don’t worry, Mrs. Chilton! I promise not to knock up any more high school girls! Besides, I’m headed out of town in another week!”Both the groomsmen and bride’s attendants he knew
from before, then he was being introduced to Wendi Wesson, the
bride-to-be's youngest sister who was nineteen years old and in
her sophomore year of college. Now, only the bride’s older
sister was running a bit late as someone was to drop her off at
the church. Then came a sweet voice calling out “I’m sorry
I’m late, everyone!” Turning to
look at the hurrying blonde beauty, quite attractive like to the
bride-to-be, Skipper watched all the three sisters in a group
hug. Skipper was then was introduced to the
Matron-of-Honor Mrs. Rachel Sinclair. As she was the
matron-of-honor and he being the best man, that’d mean that
they’d be paired up at times, other than at the reception dinner
when the bride and groom would be between them. Seeing the
diamond ring and wedding band, as well as her part in the
wedding, immediately Skipper began thinking with the head
between his legs.
As the rehearsal was already behind schedule,
Skipper observed the pastor’s lovely wife go out to the side
door and heard her call out “Okay, children, time to come on in
and go to your places!” Two boys and a girl came running
into the church, with one boy holding Mrs. Chilton’s hand and
going with her to sit at the organ, while the other boy and girl
went to where the gals in the wedding party were located at the
entrance to the church. He looked at the boy holding the
hand of the pastor’s wife, her cute little young son of about
three years old, the son that Skipper had knocked her up with
when seducing her years earlier in the child-rearing
classroom. He later learn that the younger of the
Chilton's children had a babysitter caring for him during the
rehearsal, but had just wanted to say 'hi' to his mommy.
Taking that opportunity, walked up to the organ
with the young boy sat with is beautiful mother and wife of the
pastor, greeting him "Hi, little guy! I'm Skipper!
What's your name?" "I'm Nick and this is my Mommy!" came
the reply, to which Skipper shook the boy's hand and replied
"Nice to meet you, Nick! And you have quite a beautiful
Mommy!" Skipper could see the beautiful Mrs. Chilton
visibly tremble from his comment and nearness.
As the guys waited off in the side room before
proceeding out towards the steps near the altar when the
ceremony began, Greg Foster nudged him to advise “That’s my kid
brother Mikey, the ring bearer! Never thought the ring
bearer for my wedding would be a little 3 year old kid brother
of mine! But he’s a real fun character and always looks up
to me!” Skipper smiled as he looked at Greg’s cute kid
brother, the little boy whom Mrs. Foster gave birth to nine
months after Skipper had seduced her in the spare bedroom after
the off-to-college party. As far as Skipper was concerned,
this gathering couldn’t get much better. But it did when
Greg advised him “Ain’t it great, my kid brother as the ring
bearer and Julie’s little step-sister as the flower girl!”
Skipper smiled as he looked over at the bride’s step-mother, the
councilman’s lovely wife whom he had seduced in the swimming
pool that summer when he was the pool boy, where he indeed had
helped the politician and his wife with starting their family
together. Nudging Greg, Skipper asked him to “Fill me some
in about Rachel! She’s sure a looker!”
Knowing Skipper very well, Greg
chuckled in reply “Hey, bud ........................I know we
got a bet and you think you got it all figured out in getting
her into the hotel room, but don’t go getting too
overconfident! I tell you, she’s just way too strait-laced
for the likes of you! She’s three years older than Julie,
in fact she’ll be 25 on Monday, and ………………..I gotta tell you,
she’s happily married and not one that’s going to stray!”
“So where’s the hubby?” Skipper inquired. "Off to
Afghanistan with the National Guard unit that was just called up
less than two weeks ago!” Greg responded. "I know that
look! Shit, man, I’m telling you! You’re wasting
your time cause she ain’t one to put out! Too fuck’n in
love with that hubby of hers! I don’t care if he’s away
for over a year, Rachel will never spread her legs for another
guy, not even for the infamous Skipper Harmon! Lemme tell
you, there just ain't no way in hell she'll put out for
anybody!”
After having heard snips of his buddy’s phone
conversation and he had just been told, Greg looked towards the
front of the church at his future sister-in-law, his cock rising
up in his pants at the thought that 'Skipper's might actually
get into Rachel’s tight little panties!' ‘Damn, I sure as
hell hope to see it actually happen!’ he thought. “You’re
really think you can it off, don’t you? You actually got
things all set up on the phone, didn’t you?” Seeing his
buddy’s knowing smile, Greg bubbled “Damn, this I gotta see for
myself! You ain't gonna live it down if I end up wasting
my time sitting alone in the closet of a motel room for
nothing!” After the first dry-run of the men moving out
towards the altar, with the kids and gals making the slow
procession down the aisle in time with the organ music, they all
returned to the starting position for a final rehearsal.
Excited and inquisitive, Greg peppered his good buddy with
questions whenever time permitted during the rehearsal.
As the groom’s inquisitive questions resumed, it
gave Skipper a rather devious thought as he told Greg “Hey, man
…………..I was going down to Smith’s at the mall, planning on
getting you that hunting knife you had you’ve always talked
about for your bachelor’s party gift! But I was just
wondering, what would you like more ………….the hunting knife or a
chance to nail for beautiful future sister-in-law
..............................tonight?” Skipper’s
outrageous proposal had his buddy speechless as his jaw just
dropped wide open, then he began stammering “How ………………how
…………………..how …………….! Fuck .............the fuck’n knife,
man!” Skipper then advised
“With your ass hidden in the closet when I'm making out with the
bitch, you'll know when the timing's right to switch places
.....................I'll turn off the lights so she won't have
a fuck'n clue!" "My buddy, who I called is the bartender
at the tavern! He's gonna see to it that she's gets all
hot and horny with a dash of ‘Spanish Fly’ that all she’ll be
able to think about is getting a tongue or cock in her that she
won’t realize we swapped places!”Skipper advised.
Given a ride by the ‘best’ man of the wedding,
from the church to the rehearsal dinner that was being held at a
swank restaurant, Rachel let it be known to Skipper that his
reputation as a college jock and womanizer had well preceded
him. In fact, she even put it rather bluntly in telling
the handsome jock that “Julie tells me you’re headed back to
college soon after the wedding for football practice! With
that little time, I’m sure you had better make use of all your
precious time …………………….maybe getting yourself hooked up while
you’re back home! I’ll ask Ron and Jen to give me a ride
home!” “Aw, you’ve got be pegged all wrong, Rachel!
Greg probably just filled your sister’s head with a lot of macho
gibberish on some of the crazy shenanigans that I instigated
when in high school! Honest!” Rachel was advised by the
handsome college jock. It was just a front that Rachel had
put on as she was nervous as hell in being alone with him, then
she was challenged when he added “Or are you just afraid of
yourself in being alone with me?”
Rattled at her bluff being called, Rachel fought
to keep her composure and to maintain her charade of being so
self-assured as well as a very faithful wife that would not be
hit upon, she quickly responded with “Okay, suit yourself,
buster! But don’t say I didn’t warn you!” Having
reached the restaurant, Rachel had to admit to herself that
Skipper was indeed handsome and came across as a true gentleman
with his manners. Swallowing deeply, she asked herself
‘Are you afraid of yourself in being alone with the likes of
this handsome young college jock?’ Over dinner, with Skipper
sitting next to her throughout the night, Rachel felt her heart
thumping rapidly with sheer nervousness. With Greg
suggesting that she sit next to Skipper, she couldn’t make much
of an objection, but it sure seemed as if her future
brother-in-law was intent on getting her into the clutches of
his ‘best’ man! As the night progressed, her normal limit
of one glass of wine during dinner turned into two, making
Rachel feel a bit giddy after downing that second glass of
wine. Then, as the group left the restaurant and
exchanging hugs and saying their goodbyes outside, Rachel
trembled as Skipper placed his large hand on her trim waist as
he escorted her to his car.
Little did Rachel realize that the groom, her
future brother-in-law, was witness to this while exchanging
winks with his ‘best’ man to wish him good luck. As they
neared the Horny Toad Tavern, Skipper boldly challenged Miss
Goody-Two Shoes “What do you say we have a night cap at the
tavern up ahead! Or are you afraid that your prim and
proper image would be destroyed if someone happens to see you
with the likes of me while hubby’s off to war?” After a
bit of silence, Skipper chuckled out loud and looked at the
flushed beauty, adding “Ahhh, the lovely Mrs. Rachel Sinclair is
really indeed afraid of having her Miss Goody-Goody image
tarnished! I understand ………..………..people will think that
you’re stepping out on hubby, huh!” It was as if he had
thrown down the gauntlet, for Rachel gave a rather haughty snap
of the head with an ‘I accept your dare’ with a tort reply
“Well, if you’re buying ……………..and want to waste your time as
well as money, pull on in for a drink!” But Rachel was
doing all she could to keep the trembling from showing, not
wanting this handsome college jock to know that he had bested
her by calling her bluff. Seeing the sign of the Horny
Toad Tavern and Skipper putting his blinker on, all Rachel could
think was ‘Oh, God, what a dive!’ Although she had never
frequented the place, just the name of the tavern itself gave
her the shivers. Then, figuring that it would be highly
unlikely for her to run into any of her or her husband’s friends
here, Rachel thought to herself ‘Thank goodness the people we
know don’t frequent this kind of place!’
Skipper, my man! Good to see you here once
again! What can I get for you and the lovely lady!” Leroy
greeted his college buddy upon seeing his arrival with the sexy
beauty next to him. And in doing the quick once over, it
was just as Leroy had suspected upon seeing the sparkling
diamond ring and wedding band on her finger. “And as you
know, if this is the lovely lady’s first time at this fine
establishment, the first Horny Toad Special’s on the house for
our new comers!” he added. Hearing this, Rachel turned to
look at Skipper, then gave him a bit of a snicker in replying
“Oh, so you don’t even have to spend a dime if I take the
special, huh! Alright, big spender, I’ll go easy on you
since you’re still in college and have that free special, but
I’m planning on ordering a second drink that’ll cost ya!”
Having two glasses of wine already, Rachel intended on sipping
this ‘special’ drink but planned on ordering another drink just
to put up a good front and show Skipper that he wasn’t getting
off with just a freebie.
“Guess you’re just to wise for me, Rachel!”
Skipper replied while giving his buddy Leroy a wink. With
the rum over a 100 proof and drink laced with the potent
‘Spanish Fly’, he’d soon be getting the tight little panties off
this goody-goody and so-called faithful wife. And with her
hubby off in the guard for a couple of weeks now, she ought to
be primed and ready to go like that of lighting the fuse of a
skyrocket. ‘Baby, you’re gonna be rocketing off into outer
space soon and seeing the stars light up!’ Skipper chuckled to
himself. After a bit of small talk, Skipper turned the
conversation to that of her hubby and how long was his
deployment going to be before he got back. Just as he had
hoped, the lovely wife got a bit sullen in thinking about her
husband and that it was going to be a whole year before she got
to see him again. With hubby gone now for two whole weeks,
it meant that her pussy was now in dire need of being petted and
scratched. And if all went well over the next hour before
midnight struck, that hot little pussy would be purring.
Now, with three fourths of the spiked Horny Toad
Special consumed by the lovely beauty, Skipper smiled in seeing
the innocent wife shift about in her seat, obviously feeling
that nagging itch brought on by the potent aphrodisiac.
And to get the blood in her petite body pumping even more,
Skipper slipped off the bar stool and grasped her hand to take
her to the dance floor. Feeling her pull back in
reluctance as anticipated, Skipper then challenged her with
“What’s the matter? Think I’ll make you forget all about
your husband after one dance?” With that doing the trick
as she followed him to the floor with the slow dance music
playing, Skipper loved the challenge upon hear her whisper to
him “You’re so full of yourself, aren’t you?” Pulling her
slim and soft body up against him, a bit pissed at the way she
had put him down, Skipper smiled as he wanted to tell her ‘No,
that hot little twat of yours will be filled with cock real soon
.................not by me but by your future brother-in-law
who's got a bad case of the hots fer ya! Later, I’m gonna
make you scream like a fuck'n banshee cause I'm gonna stuff my
cock up all the way up that tight little ass of yours,
bitch! Knowing that future brother-in-law and how he's got
the hots for you, I would be surprised that he blackmails you
into putting out for him in the future!’
Rachel trembled as she was pulled up against the
handsome jock’s muscular body, feeling so weird at this point as
she was unaware of the potent aphrodisiac in her system that had
caused her sexual cavity to become so inflamed as it throbbed
for attention. Nipples hardened and irritated as it
brushed up against the fabric of her lacy bra cup that was
pressed up against Skipper’s chest, Rachel now wished that she
had not been so bold as to take on the challenge and had
insisted on being driven straight home. Forehead
perspiring as she sat herself back down upon the bar stool, her
heart thumping madly, Rachel sucked upon the straw to drain the
Horny Toad Special. And upon her draining her glass,
another glass of the delicious ‘special’ was placed before
her. After sipping a portion of her second drink, Rachel
was certainly feeling the full effects of the alcohol as well as
the potent aphrodisiac.
Feeling Skipper’s hand now at the small of her
back caressing her, Rachel’s mind told to put a stop to it
immediately …………….but his strong large hand upon her petite body
just felt too good to stop! “Skipper ………………….I ………………….I
think I should be going at this time!” she said softly as the
handsome young man had his face nuzzling up against the side of
her ear, licking and then nibbling at her earlobe, causing her
heart to flutter in nervousness. As Skipper escorted her
out of the tavern, arm around her petite body and large hand on
her trim waist, Rachel trembled as the brash and confident young
man was obviously feeling and toying with the outline of the
waistband of her lacy panties through the thin fabric of her
dress. Swallowing hard, the fight seemed all drained out
of her through what she thought was dancing so close to the
handsome young stud, Rachel found it quite difficult to even
breathe normally at this point.
From inside of Room #8 of the Horny Toad Motel, an anxious Greg
Foster kept peering out of the closet slats in the darkened
room. Having stripped off his shirt and trousers, putting
them into the corner of the closet, he had decided to keep the
pair of jockeys on. Figuring that if indeed he was in the
closet while Skipper proceeded to seduce Rachel, he’d certainly
be sporting a stiff boner and did not want to make any noise in
the closet or when it was time for him to come on out and make
the switch with Skipper. In the motel room and hidden away
in the closet, Greg sent a text message to his best buddy and
just hoped that Skipper wasn’t up to one of his practical
jokes. Then he sucked in his breath in hearing the door
being opened and two people coming on in, and he could see that
his buddy had his arm around Rachel’s trim waist. Just
seeing conservative Rachel allowing another man to put his arm
around her waist like that, especially being only introduced to
his buddy a few hours ago, Greg’s cock twitched in his jockeys
as his hopes were soaring while thinking ‘My fuck’n dreams for
the past nine months might just be coming true tonight!’
Having seen Skipper’s car parked in front of the
motel room, Greg had parked further up along the way so as not
to have Rachel recognize his car. Watching intently, he
observed them approaching the back Skipper’s car as Rachel moved
toward the front passenger door with his buddy’s arm still
around her trim waist. ‘C’mon, Skipper! Make your
move! Make your move!’ Greg’s mind was saying, wanting the
action to commence. It was as if Skipper had just heard
his thoughts as Greg watched his good buddy pull Rachel into his
arms and proceed to give her a passionate kiss. Greg could
see Rachel’s hands rise up and attempt to push at Skipper’s
muscular chest, but it was now a foregone conclusion in Greg’s
mind that very soon his future sister-in-law’s beautiful petite
body would be withering about naked on the in the motel room
bed. ‘Damn, I don’t know how Skipper does it!
If he had bet me on this, even giving me odds, I’d swear Rachel
would never let her guard down for a second!’ he thought.
Lean forward in his hiding place to peer into the
dimly lit room, Greg could make out the entwined couple.
Greg then chucked to himself ‘Hope you’re not getting in harm’s
way over there in Afghanistan, Harvey! Unfortunately, your
beautiful wife is right in harm’s way here at the Horny Toad
Motel and about to get plundered! Heh, heh, and I’m gonna
get the fuck’n honors if thing work out right!’ His eyes
already adjusted to the darkness of the motel room, Greg could
see that Skipper had evidently unzipped the back of Rachel’s
dress and was now in the process of easing the garment off her
left shoulder to expose her flawless ivory white body. A
moment later, Skipper had edged Rachel right over to the foot of
the bed and very near the closet where he was hiding. In
fact, if not for the closet door, he could reach out and touch
the 3” beige heel that she had on her right foot. Greg
nearly let out an audible gasp of surprise when the black and
white polka dot dress fell to the floor around her
heels. Seconds later, a lacy white bra fell to the
floor with the strap just a few inch away from the closed closet
door. Greg then heard Rachel’s voice as she cooed
“Ooooohhhhhhh, Skipperrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!”
Hearing the avid sucking and licking sounds, Greg
smiled as his buddy was now licking Rachel’s hardened and
sensitive buds. Clothing, male clothing then began
appearing scattered about on the floor. Then suddenly
Rachel’s heels disappeared as Greg heard the thud of the bed
when Skipper took her down upon it. “Ooooh, Skipperrrrrrr,
Skipperrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” Greg heard Rachel coo while his
buddy continued tonguing her titties. As Rachel continued
cooing Skipper’s name, he then heard Skipper breaking her down
as he asked “What do you want, Rachel? Tell me what you
want me to do to you!” “Oh, Skipper …………………please
…………………….make love to me! Pleaseeee!” he heard Rachel
reply. Then Greg froze when he heard Skipper’s voice
telling Rachel that “You know that your future brother-in-law
Greg has the ‘hots’ for you? He was sure right about you,
cause he told me that he suspected a hot little firecracker
beneath that cool exterior you put on! You got that poor
boy all tied up in knots, you know! He was betting me that
hubby never ate ya out! Has he, Rachel?”
“What ..............................what do you
mean? I ……………..I don’t know what you mean!” came Rachel’s
stammering reply from across the closed closet door. “Eat
your sweet little pussy, honey!” came Skipper’s voice as some
movement took place atop of the bed. “No! No, he
hasn’t done such a filthy thing like that!” Rachel’s voice
trembled. Then Skipper’s feet and ankles landed wide apart
on the floor as his buddy’s voice could be heard telling Rachel
“I’m gonna eat you alive, sweetie!” With Skipper getting
off the bed, that was the signal from Greg to start edging his
way out from under the bed. Just as his face was out from
under, the soft silky garment of Rachel’s lacy white panties
fell to the floor in front of his hiding place. With the
folding door open a fraction of an inch, Greg pulled it open a
bit more, enough to sneak a finger on out to latch onto the pair
of fallen panties. Inhaling deeply a few seconds later,
tongue licking at the crotch band, Greg was ecstatic and still
not believe that this was all a dream.
Greg was a quite nervous and actually shaking a
bit when Skipper reached over to turn off the lamp that was
sitting on the nightstand next to the king-sized bed.
Without the lamp on, he couldn't see much and neither could the
beauty on the bed, making the planned switch with his buddy
possible without being detected. He then heard Skipper's
voice saying "Going to the bathroom for a minute! Be right
back, sweetie!" With Skipper crouching down and pushing at
the folding door, Greg then heard his buddy whisper out "When I
get back from the bathroom, we'll swap places
........................that's my wedding present fer ya lying
up there waiting on the bed!" Light go on in the bathroom
as he got out of his clothing, then Greg was anxiously waiting
for his college buddy to return. Door to the bathroom
reopening, light turned off, Greg could hear his buddy's
footsteps approaching. Standing on up as Skipper crouched
on down to slip into the closet, Greg then gave his boner a
couple of shucks as he knelt up on the king-sized bed.
With the switch deftly made, Greg shuddered as he
sought to compose himself as his hands were now gripping
Rachel’s trim ankles. How many times he had stared at her
trim and flawless legs, wishing that he could reach out and
touch her petite feet and lovely toes that were always pedicured
and sporting a bright red nail polish. With both hands, he
was grasping the backs of her beige heels, peeling them off her
sexy feet and tossing them to the ground. Taking the time
to caress her soft pink soles, his aching cock throbbing to the
occasion, his hands moved slowly up to her ankles and
calves. Hands at her knees, Greg then pushed the limp legs
apart, pushing at the back the knees to raise her legs up before
moving down between them. Now the soft soles of her lovely
feet were resting upon his back as Greg was just inches above
her throbbing slit and inhaling the fragrance of her sweet
honey. That intoxicating fragrance had him lightheaded as
he clamped his hot open mouth onto her gash, loving the feeling
of her shuddering as her trim fingers tightened in his wavy hair
to pull his head back as she squealed “Oh, my
Goddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd!”
And then Greg found it, flicking his talented
tongue on Rachel’s G-spot, sending his future sister-in-law into
a crazed frenzy. Feeling Rachel’s soft soles slide down
upon his back, then using the toes and balls of her feet, she
pressed down to arch up into his hungry mouth. Trim
fingers tightly grasping him by the hair, only now her hands
were holding him to her mound as she panted out
“Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh, yesssssssssssss ………………………..eat
meeeeeeeeeeeeeee …………………………..eat me, lover …………..………………eat
meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Slurping up the sweet honey in her slick slit, Greg felt Rachel
clutching at him desperately as she shuddered uncontrollably as
she orgasmed in his mouth. Finally she went totally limp
in the aftermath, fingers loosening their grip as her arms and
legs fell away as she lay splayed out on the bed. Backing
away and off the bed, Greg quickly stripped of his pair of
jockeys and moved back upon the bed to get in the saddle.
Reaching over to grasp her limp hand, he drew it over to wrap
around his throbbing boner.
Having grasped her left hand to draw over to him, Greg felt her diamond ring and wedding band, making his cock expand at the excitement of knowing he was about to bag a married beauty. ‘God, no wonder Skipper’s so hot to nail a faithful married bitch! What a fuck’n turn-on!’ he thought. ‘Oh, Goddddddddddddddd!’ he gritted his teeth as his body shivered with pleasure as Rachel’s trim fingers grasped his pulsating cock and instinctively began shucking him. Shuffling up some as she pulled him to her slit, Greg grasped her trim hips, then speared forward once he had been centered. “Oooooooohhhhh ………………….you’re so bigggggggggggggg!” Greg heard her moan as he skewered himself into her tight fitting, smiling proudly at the remark, her tightness also telling him that he was far bigger than her own husband in the meat department. “Oooooooh ……………………….yes, oh, yes ……………………yesssssssss ………………..love me ……………………make love to me!” came her cries as he began to hump her in earnest.
Sitting in the darkness of the closet, Skipper
chuckled to himself at the way his anxious buddy was nailing his
bride-to-be’s married sister just two days before the
wedding. “Squeak ………….…squeak …..…………squeak ………..……squeak
…………..…squeak ……………squeak!” came the sounds of the cheap old
spring mattress as the fuck commenced. He could now make
out Rachel’s trim arms encircle her future brother-in-law, then
her long sexy were wrapping themselves around Greg’s humping
ass. And now, the tempo picked up much quicker, as Skipper heard
the fucking upon the bed go “Squeak ………squeak …..…squeak
…………squeak …….…squeak ……squeak!” ….…squeak …..…squeak …………squeak
…………squeak ……squeak!” “Ahhhhh …………….ahhhhhhh
……………….ahhhhhhhhhhh!” he heard Greg groan out. “Oh, lover
………………..lover …………………yes ………………….yes …………….cum in me
…………………..cum in meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” came Rachel’s cries of
joy.
Startled awake after having fallen
asleep upon Rachel’s soft beautiful body, cock dwindled but
still embedded, Greg was thankful that Skipper had gotten him up
before Rachel discovered the switch. He then heard Skipper
whisper in his ear “Stay low at the foot of the bed and watch
this!” Just as he ducked down, the lamp next to the bed
was turned on as Skipper was taking Rachel’s hand and telling
her “C’mon, sweetie! I’ve been dreaming of this the moment
I laid my eyes on you!” “My, God! You’re hard again
already!” Rachel gasped in amazement as she stared ahead at the
jutting prong. Pushed to her knees, she looked up in
question, wondering just what Skipper wanted of her. “Blow
me, Mrs. Sinclair! Gimme a blowjob!” she heard him
say. Rachel swallowed in nervousness, never having ever
performed this act before, but she had heard about it from her
sorority sisters in college. Shaking her head ‘no’, Rachel
thought it dirty and made it known in telling Skipper “I’ve
never done such a filthy thing before! And I don’t plan on
starting now!”
“What a fuck’n typical bitch! You enjoy
getting eaten out but too fucking stuck up to return the
favor! What a fucking bitch! Well, you’re going to
learn that it’s a real turn on for a guy to have a beautiful
bitch like you on your fuck’n knees with her mouth filled with
his cock!” Greg heard Skipper growl out. From his hiding
place, Greg watched his buddy wrapping his fingers in her long
silky blonde hair, then as Skipper stepped forward to rub his
cock up against her nose to her forehead, with his ball sac
bouncing off her chin as she tried to push him away.
Watching all this taking place from his hiding place in the
closet, Greg smiled to see the haughty Rachel Sinclair naked on
her knees and made to blow his good buddy. With her
kneeling up some as Skipper pulled her head onto his cock, the
lighting allowed Greg to see between her parted knees, where he
observed a thick string of cum oozing out of her well-fucked
twat and about to fall onto the carpet. It was his cum and
a lot more of it had been deposited far up in her womb.
‘God, I hope I knocked her up good!’ Greg hoped
and prayed. Ten minutes later, after Skipper had ordered
her sternly to look up at him as he ejaculated in her mouth and
throat, Greg was about to make a hasty exit while Rachel was
kneeling over the bathroom sink trying to cough up all the spunk
in her belly. Congratulating one another on the
well-hatched scheme, Greg advised “Thanks, man! Best gift
a guy could ever dream of getting for his bachelor’s
party!” Greg had to chuckle when Skipper handed him
Rachel’s lacy panties and told him “But you still owe me fifty
bucks for these!”
Panting for breath as she wiped her mouth with a
wet towel, Rachel couldn’t believe the audacity of the young
stud, making her kneel there like a whore and then ejaculate his
semen into her mouth. “You bastard!” she snarled upon her
return from the bathroom. But that was the wrong thing to
do as the towel was snatched out of her hand as she was then
flung down upon the bed, onto all fours. And as Skipper
took her roughly, lunging his manhood spear into her this time,
Rachel screamed out “Owwwwwwwwwwwwwww!” as she could swear his
cock was even bigger this second time around. "Like that,
bitch ...........................you like me fucking you like a
bitch!" Rachel heard him ask while shagging her from
behind. Gritting her teeth, Rachel shook her head 'no',
but that turned out to be a mistake. Cock pulled out of
her, she then heard Skipper say "Okay, how about this
then?"
"Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Rachel screamed out from the unbelievable pain, for this was the
first time in being buggered.
That next night, picked up first before they
drove over to Greg’s, Skipper had his overnight bag with him to
leave at Greg’s where he’d spend the night after they got back
from the bachelor’s party. It’d be a typical bachelor’s
party, with a lot of booze and of course, a stripper who’d be
giving the groom a few lap dances. And with one of the
guy’s a light weight with the booze, one beer nursed throughout
the night and then soda pop thereafter, thus he would be their
designated driver for the night. Needless to say, with all
the toasting to Greg, he was wasted by the end of the
night. Dropped off at Greg’s home, Skipper assisted the
groom-to-be up the walkway and was asking him for the key when
the porch light went on. With all the commotion, Mrs.
Foster had apparently gotten up to help open the door for them,
then locked up as Skipper helped his buddy to his bedroom.
Seeing the lovely Mrs. Foster barefoot with a white terrycloth
robe tied around her, his cock rose to the occasion once again.
With Mrs. Foster then showing him to the spare room where he’d be staying, Skipper could sense her nervousness with him so close, for it was the room in which he had seduced her years ago. As she was about to leave the room, he grasped her hand and pulled her to him, hearing her pant out “No, Skipper ………………we can’t ……………………my husband might get up …………………….and look for me!” Pulling at the bow-tied belt of her terrycloth robe, he parted her protective garment, then was caressing her soft shapely body through her thin nightgown. For Eileen Foster, she had been lying wide awake in bed as her husband was sound asleep on his side of the bed. Her heart was racing as she looked at the time and wondered when the bachelor party would wind up. Not that she still kept tabs of her son’s coming and going, just that she certainly recalled the last time his friend Skipper had spent the night over at their home, the night of off to college party years ago. That being the night he had seduced her ……………….and impregnated her as well!
Pushing the door shut and locking it, Skipper
pushed the robe from her shoulders, then eased the flimsy
nightgown from her body and began sucking on her tender
nipples. A moment later, they were lying upon the bed in
the classic ‘69’ position, with his tongue in her juicy slit
while her head bobbed up and down on his boner. The
frantic eating of one another took the edge off as the lovely
mother of the groom orgasmed in his mouth while he popped his
nuts in hers. Ninety minutes later, after two lovemaking
sessions, Mrs. Foster was slipping into the master bedroom to
get some much needed sleep in order to look her best at the
wedding, not bothering to take the time to douche out her young
lover’s spunk that could prove quite costly once again.
Body sated as she dozed off, she could feel the slickness of
their commingled juices between her thighs, knowing full well
that this was the most dangerous time of the month.
Rubbing her slick thighs together, she placed a hand over her
belly, wondering how big it might be in a few months.
Everything went according to plan as the wedding
ceremony went off without a hitch. At the reception,
dancing with the lovely matron-of-honor when the bridal party
joined in following the initial one by the bride and groom,
Skipper sensed the guilt and remorse of the lovely Mrs. Rachel
Sinclair as she was acting rather aloof and back to her haughty
attitude. He suspected that she could not get over her
infidelity with hubby just gone for a bit over two weeks.
And his hopes on nailing her again were dashed when she curtly
told him that she had already arranged to catch a ride home with
a close friend of Julie’s as she and her husband lived a mile
from her. With most females accompanied by a male for the
wedding reception, Skipper just shrugged it off figuring that
he’d had his share of good luck already.
Pastor Chilton stopped on by, asking if he could
make it to Easter Service in the morning, not pressuring him to
attend church but the pastor indicated that he needed a big
favor. Apparently Pastor Chilton was to dress up as the
Easter Bunny for the kids Easter egg hunt after the services but
now needed to fill in for the pastor who was to hold a service
at the hospital. Skipper was trying to make up an excuse
as to why he'd be unable to help out. What really made up
Skipper’s mind seconds later was hearing Pastor Chilton say “My
wife suggested that I ask you, since you always seem to love
being around and playing with the young children!”
Glancing over to table where the beautiful Mrs. Chilton was
seated, Skipper saw her smile and wave to him, causing his cock
to rise to the occasion. He indeed enjoyed being around
young children, but ‘making’ them was much better though, as the
lovely Mrs. Chilton should know since the time he had seduced
her in the child-rearing classroom at the church. And the
two young children of the Chilton’s were living proof of that
feat.
Wedding reception winding down with the younger
generation still present and dancing while the older folk had
headed for home, Skipper watched the bride and groom head off up
to the honeymoon suite, figuring that he'd just have to wait and
hope for the best on Easter Sunday. Looking about, he
observed the parents of the bride, Councilman Wesson and his
lovely wife getting ready to depart for home. He then
observed the Councilman appearing quite woozy, holding onto the
back of a chair for support, obviously a sign of him having too
much to drink on this big occasion. Going over to assist,
though the Councilman tried to decline in saying he’d be fine,
Skipper used the excuse of “It’ll work out perfectly for me as I
was going to have to catch a ride home since I came on the limo
with the bridal party! As you live just a block from me,
it’ll be a short walk home from your place!” With the
Councilman seated in the front passenger seat, Skipper held the
rear door open for the lovely Mrs. Lori Wesson, then held her at
the elbow as she was about to enter. But his firm grip on
her arm and by not letting go, the beautiful wife looked up
towards him, with Skipper giving her the all too knowing smile
of his.
Sitting in the backseat while Skipper proceeded
on driving them home, Lori Wesson fidgeted about in
nervousness. With Skipper having held her arm in that
grip, that look of lust in his eyes, she knew all too well the
devilish intentions he had for when they arrived at her
home. Being seduced by the handsome college jock when she
was alone in the pool, with no one else around was one thing,
but in her own home while her husband was soon to be dozing off
in his drunken stupor was another. ‘Absolutely not!’ she
resolved, telling herself ‘Not in my home with my husband there,
fast asleep in another bedroom, I must be firm and send this
overconfident young stud on his way! She wished that her
son was not spending the night at his aunt's place, that way she
could use the excuse of having to take care of him getting ready
for bed and to tuck him on in!’
At the Wesson’s home, with the
Councilman falling face first onto the bed and snoring
immediately, Skipper had to admire the resolve of the lovely
Mrs. Wesson as she firmly resisted his advances. But when
he grasped her hand and pulled her out the sliding door, he felt
the beautiful wife tremble as he told her “Let’s go for dip in
the pool!” “We can’t! It’s too late! Besides,
I don’t have my swimsuit and neither do you!” came the shaky
reply. Skipper just smiled and then replied “It’s never
too late! And do we really need swimsuits?” With her
3” white heels, dress and undergarments scattered along the
poolside deck, Lori shivered as she sat on the pool's edge and
grasping the at the edge of it. Head thrown back with her
long silky black hair whipping from side to side, her long trim
legs going up and down with her feet hitting the top of the
water as her young lover’s head was just above the water, buried
between her thighs and eating out her molten snatch.
“Nnnnnnn ……………mmmmmmmm …………………………ooooooooooooooooh
............................oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
…………………..ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!”
Lori shuddered as convulsed and gave Skipper the dessert he was
after, her sweet and juicy honey.
After a hot splashing fuck session up against the side of the pool, Skipper was dressed and headed on home, leaving the fucked out beauty naked in the pool with stings of cum oozing out of her well-stretched snatch. On the drive to the Wesson’s home, the Councilman had told him of the Easter lunch at their home the next day and had invited him over if he was free, thus now Skipper had to chuckle in thinking ‘Hope your guests don’t go diving down to the bottom of the pool! Or they might be wondering about all the white strings of cum dancing about the bottom of it, evidence of some hanky-panky having taken place right there in the pool!’
Meanwhile, at the home of Pastor Chilton and his lovely wife, the pastor was fast asleep while Mrs. Gwen Chilton trembled nervously as she lay wide awake thinking ‘Why did you suggest to him that he should ask Skipper to help out with playing the Easter bunny? You’re just asking for trouble!’ But now that it had been done, her thoughts went back to that very first time, when she was going to confront Skipper on his getting young high school girls into trouble. But the confident young hunk had turned the tables on her, seducing her right in the child-rearing classroom that she taught the young girls, and she herself had gotten ‘knocked up’ as a result.
As Skipper sat through Pastor Chilton’s Easter sermon, his eyes were focused on the lovely Mrs. Gwen Chilton as she sat playing the organ. Clenching his teeth to keep his wide smile from showing, Skipper devilishly thought ‘Those soft manicured fingers will soon be playing a different tune, and on a different kind of organ, one that you can even put beautiful lips around and blow on it!’ And when she was kneeling in the communion line, Skipper cock twitched as he mentally pictured her kneeling before him, getting an entirely different kind of communion.
And later that afternoon, Skipper’s only prayer during the service that morning had fully answered. With the pastor off to hospital and the Chilton children going home with their grandparents, the setting was perfect. Getting the lovely Mrs. Chilton to help unzip the back of his costume in the child-rearing classroom, he returned the favor by deftly unzipping the back of her dress, then proceeded to give her that second communion that he had imagined during the church service. And after eating her to a mind-shattering orgasm, they made some fantastic ‘magic’ on one of the mattresses used for the classes, with pastor’s lovely wife getting fucked by the Easter bunny.
That next morning, there was just one last item on the agenda for Skipper before he headed on back to college for the first spring practice commencing that afternoon. That last item, as his best man duties, was picking up the bride and groom from the hotel and dropping them off at the airport for their honeymoon trip. Skipper was right on schedule when he pulled up to the front lobby and the newlyweds were just coming from the checkout desk. But with news of the airport security code being raised earlier that morning, Greg advised him that they now needed to check in an hour earlier than initially planned. With Julie’s wedding gown in a garment bag, the plan was to have it dropped off prior to going to the airport. With the need to check in earlier, they asked if he would mind dropping it off at Rachel’s place on his way out of town instead. “No problem at all! I dropped her off the other night and remember how to get there!” he replied.
Expecting her sister to make a quick stop to drop her wedding gown off before heading to the airport, Rachel was caught by surprise upon seeing a smiling Skipper Harmon standing at the doorway carrying the large garment bag. Her telling Skipper that she’d take the bag was met by a chuckling smirk by the confident and arrogant young jock as he merely stepped right into her home. Garment bag tossed upon the sofa, she was then grabbed by the wrist and forced down to her knees onto the carpeted living room, and told “Now you get to practice and make perfect what I taught you the other night! Only this time you’ve got to keep the protein down!”
Two hours later, as Skipper was pulling out of her driveway in order to make it to spring practice on time, Rachel had collapsed in exhaustion on the king-sized master bed. The bed made in the early morning was now all rumpled as Rachel lay naked on her belly, sobbing in disbelief that she had now been unfaithful once again, this time in her own home and on the marital bed that she shared with her husband. Never had the bed pounded against the wall in making love to her husband, causing her to wonder if dents in the bedroom wall had resulted to mark forever her infidelity in their bedroom. Sniffling back the tears, Rachel buried her face down into her husband’s pillow, the one that she had bit into to keep her screams muffled from the agonizing pain caused by Skipper brutally sodomizing her after getting her on all fours. Then Rachel told herself ‘Skipper saw right through you! You deserved all the pain in your ass!’ Indeed, Skipper had given it to her good, sodomizing her while taunting “You haughty little bitch! Too fuck’n good for your own britches! Now I’m gonna show you how a bitch like you should be treated!”
On the drive back to campus, Skipper could not
believe how fantastic everything had turned out in going back to
be the ‘best man’ for his buddy’s wedding. Mothers of the
bride and groom, the matron-of-honor, and the pastor’s lovely
wife all had made his visit back a memorable one. Of
course, one would think the radiant bride herself would be the
topping of the cake, but Skipper did have some loyalty to his
good buddy and some morals also. Picturing the lovely
bride’s image in his mind, Skipper thought to himself “At least
you had the decency not to put the make on her! Well,
summer vacation’s coming up in a few months! That ought to
be enough time!”
End of Story.