When Brianna met Whitney - Chapter 4

Prologue (aka - the story so far) -

Brianna and Whitney became best friends following the visit by financial auditor Andrew (Whitney's partner) to the small defense company co-owned by Brianna and her husband, Brad. All four of them had secrets that, initially, they would have preferred the others didn't know about but it soon became apparent that they had a shared interest in the same thing, that is, Black cock impregnating white women. Whitney eventually married Andrew at a small gathering held at Brianna's property which was attended by her up-tight conservative parents; the parents didn't stay on for the celebration party …..

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Brianna took the newly married Whitney by the hand, assisted, and guided her up the front step and back into the house. The assistance was partially necessary due to the amount of champagne that the blushing bride had so far consumed but also the hand was offered to provide reassurance and convey that Brianna understood that it must have been an emotional strain on Whitney to be acting as if she was a virgin bride in front of her parents when all the while she had someone other than her new husband's semen running down her legs under her wedding dress! (It was a fair assumption to make for Brianna had observed just before the ceremony, the wedding planners Antoine and Craig, taking turns to fuck her when they were supposed to be helping her get dressed).

Brianna squeezed her hand and said, "That went well, didn't it?"

"What went well, is it over then?" giggled Whitney.

"No silly, having your parents here for the ceremony and them leaving early so that we can party without having to bother about what they might think."

Whitney knew full well what her friend was referring to. It certainly had been a bit of a strain trying to maintain an aura of 'normality' toward her parents throughout the solemn marriage ceremony given that she was still feeling the delicious afterglow of being fucked by her black attendants, had the taste of their cum on her breath beneath the white veil that covered her face.

She smiled at the thought that her father had been blissfully ******* of his ********'s indiscretions as he walked her 'up the aisle' between the seated guests on chairs set out on the lawn. Her mother, a woman with a more suspicious outlook on life, she wasn't so sure about. Did she suspect that maybe her 'little girl' had had some kind of dalliance with her husband-to-be before the ceremony but had kept those thoughts to herself? Whatever had been going through her mind she certainly had no idea or the imagination to suspect the truth, that since her little girl had left home and moved to New York she had become and was now a total cum-slut!

"Yes, it did go well and I think they enjoyed themselves. It was difficult to tell as they are always so nervous about being away from home and can't wait to find an excuse to get back. It's a pity they couldn't stay long enough to see us cut the cake. I'll just have to mail them a slice."

"Hmm, that's a nice idea. What a thoughtful person you are," said Brianna patting her arm, " … now let's forget them and get on with the rest of the wedding celebrations. They should have set everything up while we were out front waving your parents away."

"Set what up? What's happening?"

"You'll see soon enough. Now we are going to get you properly married. You'll love it."

They passed through the house and re-entered the garden where the remaining guests were gathered on chairs in front of the wedding arch. In place of the small table that had served as an altar for the earlier official ceremony, there was a couch. Facing them and standing in front of the couch was Craig, the Wedding Officiant dressed in a black cassock, and facing him was his new husband Andrew with Antoine alongside in the position of Best Man.

Whitney laughed to see the scene that re-enacted the wedding scenario that she had just recently been present at … her laughter abruptly stopped when she saw that Craig had the buttons of his cassock unfastened so that his impressive cock was fully *******.

Brianna gave her a nudge, "I told you we were going to party but first let us get you indecently married, it's going to be a hoot! You just have to let yourself go and play the part … after we get you sorted out, that is, you look a little untidy … just saying as a friend that presently we are both improperly dressed and that needs to be rectified."

Whitney was unsure what 'improperly dressed' meant but composed herself stared at the scene before her and allowed her friend to circle her and straighten out her dress. She was a little surprised and bemused when she felt the first few satin-covered buttons at the back of her dress being undone and for the dress to loosen. She was even more confused when Brianna came around to face her and slip the dress down enough to show off her shoulders which in turn allowed the bodice to lower enough to ****** her appetizing breasts held in the lacey half-cup bra. She gave an involuntary shudder as she felt that her nipples must already be peeking out above the lacy trim.

Far from being embarrassed at being so *******, Whitney in her champagne-fuelled woozy state decided to just relax and go along with whatever was in store. She primped her hair and as a final act in the 'tidying up' twiddled the newly acquired wedding ring on her finger so that the single Solitaire Diamond was shown off to its best advantage.

She felt a touch on her arm and turned to see Brad, Brianna's husband, standing alongside, taking time out to inspect her and nodding his approval at the sight. He then offered his arm for her to hold and announced he had been chosen to lead her up the aisle and to play the part of 'giving her away' as if he were the bride's father. Whitney thanked him graciously and noticed that he, like Craig, was ******* due to his trousers being unzipped.

Brianna giggled when she saw that Whitney had observed her husband's state of undress before adding her announcement that she would be continuing to play her combined role of 'Maid of Honour and Flower Girl' for the ceremony that was to follow. Then, as Maid of Honour, she adjusted the buttons on the front of her dress before leading the couple toward the trio awaiting them on the couch.

Craig, re-enacting his part as the wedding Officiant welcomed them. He allowed himself a hint of a smile when he saw that both females had their breasts so invitingly ******* but did not let the sight divert his attention away from fulfilling his solemn role.

He began the service, "Folks, we are gathered here to witness the joining of, uh, I was going to say hands but I guess it ain't hands that are gonna be joining, of this slut Whitney and this other guy, whatsisname? …" he intoned in mocking tones of a demented pastor.

The assembled guests, which by now comprised mainly of the favored employees from Brad and Brianna's company and their partners, sniggered and smirked at the obvious innuendo. Andrew, who was not privy to Brianna's thoughts, squirmed uneasily as the bizarre tableau began unfolding. His discomfort increased when he glanced and first noticed that his new wife was standing alongside him with her dress pulled down at the front and her delicious tits were spilled out for all to see. He also observed that Craig had taken notice of her appearance for the black man's cock which hung from his open cassock had most definitely begun to swell.

" … if any man or woman has reasonable grounds or objections as to why they should not be joined together then let them now come forward then let it be known. Otherwise, just shut the fuck up …, " he looked out over the assembled company and seeing or hearing no dissent, " .. and let us begin."

Andrew swallowed nervously not knowing what was to follow.

"Do you Whitney, do you solemnly swear from this day onward to let your husband, wassiname, see you fucking with all the black cocks yus can get yo hands on?"

Both Brianna and Whitney looked at each other with total surprise written across their faces before both bursting into laughter; Andrew was equally taken aback but didn't laugh, just bemused as he looked at his wife in her beautiful wedding gown, breasts *******, standing in front of a 'preacher' who had a stiffening cock emphasizing the words he had just spoken.

"Hey, stop with the laughing, we're serious here …," said Craig in a tone that suggested he wasn't serious, " … answer the goddam question."

Whitney took a glance at Andrew before composing herself and saying, "I do."

"And you, Wassaname? …"

Andrew dutifully told him adding 'Sir' as a courtesy.

" … Andrew, do you solemnly swear from this day onward you ain't gonna make no fuss or objection when your wife Whitney wants to be fucking wit a black cock?"

Andrew took a few seconds to focus on Craig's by now almost stiff cock before answering in a whisper, "I do".

"Can't hear ya but I'm guessing thassa yes."

Andrew nodded and realized that his cock had inexplicably begun to swell as the implication of what was being suggested sank in.

Craig smiled to himself as he noticed the bulge developing in the newly wedded husband's pants and then turned his attention back to the group standing in front of him and asked, "Who giveth away this woman, ah, this hot looking bitch?"

Brad, who had been quietly standing at Whitney's side played out his rehearsed part, bowed his head, and said, "That'll be me." He then took Whitney's hand and they both took one step forward.

He paused long enough to focus on her stiffening nipples before releasing his hold and then taking Brianna's hand, retreating to lead his wife to go and sit with the other guests. He wondered if she had noticed that he had taken that earlier precaution of unzipping his pants so that his cock had room to grow unfettered by restricting clothing. She had.

"And who among us has the honor of giving this white boy what he likes lookin' at?"

By the agreed script, Antoine stepped forward, unzipped his pants allowing his cock to emerge, and in his well-rehearsed way of speaking, lisped, "I am the chosen one."

The assembled audience collectively giggled and gasped to see what was unfolding in front of their eyes, an aura of sexual expectation.

"Da bride can now kiss da cock."

Whitney turned her head to look at Andrew who looked confused but assumed that it must be his cock that was being referred to; he fumbled and unzipped his pants. Antoine smiled, knowing what was coming next.

Craig raised his voice, "Not him, mine!"

Whitney, totally bemused by the sight of all these ******* penises, turned her attention back to Craig who was now holding and offering his stiff cock. Licking her lips she then leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on the tip of the penis that she knew so well from her previous encounters at the Wedding shop and Gay bar back home in New York,

"Dat ain't a proper kiss. Show some respect, gimme some tongue."

Whitney obliged and opened her mouth so that she could begin licking around the fat knob as she planted more kisses on the throbbing black cock so invitingly held in front of her face. Andrew's mouth also opened but only as a consequence of the sight he was seeing.

"Mmm, that's better," murmured Craig before composing himself and saying, " … and who is it who's gonna, uh, consummate this wedding, fuck this fine-looking bitch?"

Andrew assumed that this must be the point in the 'ceremony' where his participation was required and grasping his by now stiff 5" cock once again made to step forward. He was quickly disabused of that idea when Antoine pushed him aside and said, "That'll be me, Boss." A few of the small congregation sniggered to see Andrew's humiliation at being sidelined.

Craig reluctantly pushed Whitney's head away from paying homage to his dribbling cock and led her to the couch where she correctly assumed her part in the script was to lay herself down and pull up on the hem of her dress so that her neatly shaven pussy was ******* to view. This she did admirably and the congregation gave a collective sigh of admiration at the sight of her spread white nylon-covered legs and the coral-colored cleft of her hair-fringed vagina all framed by the froth of her dress which was now pulled up to her waist.

However, the sight was soon denied for it took only two steps for Antoine to follow and position himself between her thighs and in one smooth move thrust his rampant cock into her welcoming warmth. Whitney, now totally comfortable with acting out her role in the ceremony, acknowledged Antoine's performance by giving out a cry of ecstasy as she felt his stiff black cock slide into her wet pussy and begin rhythmically fucking her.

Andrew, now aware that his presence wasn't required at this juncture, quietly sat down on an adjacent chair, loosened his pants, and abandoned himself to wanking as he watched his newly-wedded and shameless wife being so well taken advantage of. Had he looked around he would have noticed that others in the congregation were similarly reacting to the scene taking place before them and some were following his example.

Neither Whitney, Antoine nor Craig paid them any attention, instead, they diligently concentrated on playing out their parts in the ad-hoc ceremony, Whitney was overcome with the delight of once again feeling a fat cock stroking back and forth which had already given her an orgasm; Antoine once again feeling the pleasures of thrusting that fat black cock into this white woman's welcoming cunt; Craig trying to hold back his ejaculation as Whitney continued to hold and suck on his cock as he knelt on the couch beside her.

It was Andrew who came first. Whether it was the sheer thrill of once again observing a black man doing something that he could never properly achieve or if it was the effect of the slightly odd tasting Champagne that everyone had been encouraged to drink and to toast the 'happy couple', who knew? What was certain was that he was thrilled beyond measure as his spunk spurted and dribbled onto the grass beneath his feet.

Antoine was next although to the observer the only signs that he had orgasmed was that he took one final thrust, clenched his buttocks, and notably shuddered as he silently emptied his balls into her. (Andrew marveled at this display of Antoine's self-control.)

Whitney felt the burst and flood of hot cum deep inside her and her body reacted in the only way she knew how and was overwhelmed by the most intense orgasm that just seemed to roll on and on. The sensation was so overpowering that she quite forgot that she was supposed to be paying homage to the cock in her mouth and her head rolled back so that she was left just holding the black shaft rather than continuing to suck.

No matter, her efforts with her mouth and the soft wanking she had been applying to Craig had simultaneously bought matters to what the 'Wedding Officiant' considered a satisfactory conclusion. He climaxed and his cum erupted to firstly shoot over her face, then as she lessened her grip, over her heaving breasts, and, finally as she still held him in her hand, his spunk continued to dribble from the fat knob and flow down to symbolically take the shine off her diamond ring as her fingers were covered by his sticky mess.

Brianna and Brad (Maid of Honour and 'Father of the Bride' respectively) had been holding hands throughout the wedding ceremony and carrying out their solemn duty of being Witnesses to the ceremony being conducted before them. Without conferring with each other, they took it as read that as Antoine withdrew his still rigid cock from the bride's ravaged pussy that the official phase of the service must now be over. Accordingly, Brianna released her husband's hand and joined in the respectful applause that the congregation behind them was given in appreciation of viewing the consummation. She only gave a few claps before she transferred her grip to Brad's penis which was now totally ******* and pointing skywards. He likewise stopped clapping so that he could guide her head toward his lap.

From that moment on, all pretense of this being a quasi-religious ceremony was discarded and everyone present without exception abandoned themselves to the pleasures that they were all aware they had been invited to enjoy. Indeed, the guest list that Brianna had so carefully put together had been compiled with the knowledge and expectation that the after-wedding party would degenerate into some sort of a gang-bang scenario that she so loved to be a part of (Whitney's parents excepting, obviously!)

These 'other guests' comprised mainly of favored employees who had proved themselves to be vigorous fuckers whenever Brianna had felt the need to indulge herself on her inspection visits of the warehouse of their company. They, on given the invite, were encouraged to bring along a partner who shared the same ideals, philosophy, and outlook on life, an offer which was enthusiastically taken up given that there was to be free food and drink promised in addition to as much fucking as could be consumed. So it was that a mixed bunch of strangers had come together in the most unusual circumstances to indulge in a celebration of marriage and sex.

Craig looked down on the supine Whitney, her face and breasts liberally covered in the cum she so loved to see, before declaring to the assembled company, if they had not already decided for themselves, "That's it folks, let the party begin … don't forget there's food".

Everyone in the congregation applauded and cheered as Whitney stood up and blushed at the attention and adoration being shown. She held out her hand and Andrew joined her by the couch where they embraced and kissed in one another’s arms which brought forth another chorus of sighs from the watching audience. Brianna joined them and waited for the kiss to end before leaning in to whisper to them, " … before we can party, you have to do the receiving line thing …."

Whitney looked confused; Andrew looked very confused.

" … you know, the bride and groom do the receiving line thing where you get to meet everyone … but don’t expect to be shaking any hands!"

She turned to the congregation, some of whom were already showing an intimate interest in their partners, and declared, "We know want you all to get each other hot for the newlyweds but hey guys, no ejaculations just yet. This is Whitney’s day and she wants to see everything you have to offer before we get down to eating, if you know what I'm saying."

Everyone nodded and laughed, knowing exactly what she was saying, then following Brianna's invitation everyone stood and got in line to pass through the wedding arch to offer congratulations to the newlyweds. (Brianna advised each guy that if he hadn't done so already, to unzip his pants so that his cock would be available to be introduced to the bride; the ladies needed no such instruction as most by this stage already appeared to be in a state of dishevelment!)

The procession began and a giddy Whitney was delighted to meet so many well-hung young men most of whom were Brianna and Brad's employees. Andrew, not so much; he felt a little intimidated to be so blatantly confronted by these people who he knew had little interest in the actual wedding but were present only because Brianna had invited them to participate in what he suspected was going to occur. However, he went along with the charade because, in truth, he was looking forward to it. Indeed, what was not to like when a parade of hot women was being introduced and smiling when they looked down to see his cock protruding from his open pants!

First in line was the thuggish-looking Leon, the leader of the gang who had 'kidnapped' Brianna all that time ago and taken her back to the company warehouse where she had been tied up and gangbanged by the other workers. With him was his partner of the day whose name Whitney failed to note given she was much too taken by the size of Leon's cock which he had obligingly let droop from his open pants.

She laughed out loud when the next guest was introduced, it was Freddie from the gay club, the skinny guy who had fucked her in the restroom. She shook his hand and said how nice it was to see him again and that she had fond memories from their previous counter. Freddie for his part could neither remember the event nor had any idea why he had been included on the guest list of a wedding of someone whom he had no memory of ever meeting before; Antoine had just told him that his presence would be required and he always did what Antoine told him .. or else!

Next in line was the familiar face of Samuel, her landlord. She didn't need to look down to check on the size of his cock, she knew too well from experience that this old man was packing a penis that would not look out of place on a small horse. He shook her hand and she was pleasantly surprised that he could raise a smile instead of his usual default mode of being a grumpy old man. He in turn introduced her to his partner Beverly, a statuesque white lady who looked as if she had just stepped off the cover of one of the porn DVDs that she had viewed with Samuel that time when she had been locked out of her apartment and had sought his help.

The newlyweds shook hands with the last couple to pass through the arch and with the 'formalities' finally over, folks were encouraged to take advantage of the buffet laid out on tables on the patio. Brianna also directed attention toward the pool which was enticingly close and, just in case people were worried about getting their clothes wet, confirmed that the area was designated as 'clothing optional' and that it was time to get better acquainted.

Brianna then turned her attention back and had a few quiet words with Craig telling him how well he had conducted his duties as Wedding Officiant.; how grateful they all were for his attention to protocol and bringing the correct level of gravitas to the event and that as a measure and mark of their gratitude that maybe he would like to accompany the wedding party into the house where their gratitude could be better expressed.

Following the suggestion she took hold of his arm and then bid Antoine, Brad, Whitney, and Andrew to follow her into the house and to find the master bedroom. They needed little encouragement and with huge grins on their faces, they left the rest of the guests to their revels and went into the house and entered the bedroom where Brianna led Craig to the bed and helped divest himself of his cassock.

Both Whitney and Brianna then climbed onto the bed to be side-by-side and once they had made themselves comfortable were pleased to see that both he and Antoine as they stood on either side of the bed continued to sport rather significant erections.

It was then Whitney's turn to take the initiative so she laid back on the bed, pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist, reached up to Craig, made a suggestion then pulled him down so that in one easy move his cock slipped into her and he began fucking her missionary style.

Brianna was impressed by the ease being displayed so she, having already discarded her dress followed suit, invited Antoine to lie on the bed, and then threw herself over to straddle his hips and quickly impale herself on a long fat cock.

Andrew and Brad looked on with quiet amazement (coupled with admiration and consent) at this wanton display being given by their wives. They were even more amazed when they saw that Craig must have cum very quickly for he groaned, rolled off of Whitney, withdrew his still spurting cock, and then without hesitation leaned over toward Antoine to give him a big kiss. An act, they assumed of reassurance to Antoine that despite having once again fucked a woman he still loved his gay friend!

Whitney got off of the bed and a little unsteady on her feet looked around to see Andrew and Brad both enjoying the scene being played out on the bed. She grabbed hold of her husband's arm which took his hand away from his cock which he had been rhythmically stroking and led him to the side of the bed where Brianna was riding Antoine like a cowgirl, telling him that he would be able to get a better view from that position. She then returned to Brad, got to her knees, and proceeded to give him the attention that he was craving. He was very grateful to be so honored.

Meanwhile, back out in the garden and on the patio, similar scenes were being played out. Couples were getting to know each other in the best possible way and as soon as one acquaintance had been successfully concluded, another couple combination would be enlisted to continue the wedding orgy. Freddie was much in demand given that his reputation of being able to cum repeatedly had preceded him and when Whitney emerged from the house it was to witness Freddie depositing his second load, this time into Leon's partner, a sweet white girl who had no qualms about fucking with strangers.

Such was the scene when the wedding party rejoined their guests. Both Whitney and Brianna had some difficulty in remembering the names of folks whom they had been introduced to at the Wedding Arch but that didn't seem to matter or spoil the fun in the slightest and so they watched a Beverly being fucked doggie style by a Bill and then, after he had cum, Brianna looked upon his impressive dribbling cock and made a decision; she decided that it would be Bill that would have the privilege of being the first guest to get to know the 'Maid of Honour' better.

She grabbed Bill and led him to sit on a sun bed and with the others having sex in some fashion or other all around she couldn’t resist the urge to suck on Bill’s more than ample chocolate cock in an attempt to get it hard again; it didn’t need much stimulation. She looked around and caught Whitney's eye and called her over and once she had joined them directed Bill to fuck the Maid of Honour's wet pussy knowing how much Whitney enjoyed seeing a man ejaculate.

Brianna lay back and let Bill have his way with her while Whitney, still wearing most of her wedding apparel, kneeled beside the bed to get a closer view. Given the proximity, Bill couldn’t resist playing with Whitney’s lovely boobs while he continued to fuck the maid of honor, and Whitney, sweet girl as she was, couldn't resist then reaching out so that she could play with his balls and cock. Soon she felt him stiffen and then she felt that rapture that encompassed her as she watched a guy spurt load after a load of cum into and around a welcoming vagina. She shuddered at the sight; what an exquisite feeling.

Brianna waited just the right amount of time before she nudged Bill away and substituted him for Samuel (who had just given satisfaction to one of the girls who had been employed to help out with catering) and invited him for a blow job.

Already she was becoming the center of attention at the party and having a great time, living out the fantasy that she so enjoyed of being in the middle of a gang bang. Craig who had been wandering around savoring the delightful sights took notice as well and joined in the circle of guys that had surrounded the sun bed. He didn't have to wait long before it was his turn to have his cock sucked by the Maid of Honour … again.

Seeing Brianna and Craig and the other guys going at it with a passion amused Andrew highly, he couldn't believe his good fortune to be openly indulging in what was usually his solitary pastime of being a voyeur. He wasn't much interested in being a part of the action (given his self-consciousness about his lack of inches) but, oh my, did he like watching others doing what he was incapable of effectively doing? To be in a scenario where everyone had no such inhibitions and had no qualms at being spied upon was a situation that kept him constantly hard. He would have been hard-pressed to describe his feelings at seeing his wife fucking someone else right next to him but seeing her getting pleasured turned him on immeasurably even more so that she was still wearing her now not-so-white wedding dress.

Brad was equally ambivalent about the orgy that was taking place in and around his house. He knew very well what was going to be happening given that his wife had actively sought his opinions and suggestions when she had been planning the wedding celebration and nuptials for her friend. He had long gotten over the emotions that he felt when he first discovered that Brianna had been fucking with the black guys in their company and after the embarrassment when they both confessed to each other their 'fetishes' it was now a regular event that took place with his tacit approval. There was nothing he enjoyed more than hearing her relate the details of the latest adventure in that she had coerced their black employees into being involved.

He checked the controls on the video camera he was holding to confirm that there was sufficient capacity to record his wife on the sunbed having sex with two of the black guys. Two more were standing next to them, pants down, obviously waiting and by now the only thing she still had on was her high heels and thigh-high stockings. One of the black guys had her bent over and was thrusting away at her pussy, the other had her hair in his hands and was vigorously fucking her mouth. Almost as soon as Brad started filming, the one guy fucking her pussy tensed up and came. He slowly pulled out and Brad zoomed in to show the cum running down her leg, proof that he had fucked her bareback! He fumbled with the camera and refocused just in time to record the guy fucking her mouth lean back and ejaculating and, as he pulled away, see his cum dribble out of Brianna's mouth and for her to add to the soundtrack with a cry of, "oh yes!". He kept the camera running as skinny Freddie with the fat cock appeared as if from nowhere, stepped behind and after a few thrusts shortly came in her before a fourth guy came and took his place, picked her up, turned her around so she was sitting more or less upright on the bed and started fucking her while he kissed her.

The camera beeped to say that the storage was full. Brad silently cursed that he was temporarily being denied further recording but as he fumbled for a fresh card he saw Andrew leaning against the counter wanking and he smirked knowing that, other than this interruption to his filming, they were all enjoying the best of times.

Whitney was having similar thoughts as she made her way around the assembled company, performing her duty of being the perfect hostess and ensuring that folks were having a good time at the celebration of her wedding. Her dress was somewhat disheveled and bore crease marks of having been roughly pulled aside by some of those who had fucked her during the evening. Likewise, her underwear, what remained of it, and her stockings were streaked and stained with semen where enthusiastic donors had missed cumming inside her either by mistake or by her request when she implored them to show her what she loved to see, a stiff cock ejaculating hot spunk!

The evening turned into night and folks began to make their excuses and started leaving the party. Andrew played out the part of being the perfect host and as weary guests made their way to the front door (having successfully retrieved their clothes) he thanked everyone for their attendance and good wishes. In return, expressions of gratitude were given and not a hair was turned by anyone as they shook hands with a naked man who continued to be stroking his cock with his other hand as he said his farewells.

They also marveled when they noted that Brianna and Craig were still going strong in the living room and as such were too preoccupied to notice that some folks were leaving. Whitney had noticed but she chose to stay seated by her friend's side and would just nod toward the exit in response to the shouted goodbyes. Her attention was more on what was happening alongside her rather than being distracted by people she didn't know. Accordingly, she smiled in the direction of the front door but simultaneously reached out to play with Craig's balls while he continued to screw Brianna.

Andrew closed the front door and came to join them and once there made a rare intervention when he reached out to play with Brianna’s tits, no easy task as they were flopping mightily in time with her and Craig's thrusts.

Whitney appreciated his gesture and turned her attention to her new husband and began to softly stroke his still stiff cock and to give him kisses and say, "I love you .. despite having been fucked by every man present here at our wedding!"

Andrew would have returned the sentiment but before he could say anything his words were interrupted by Brianna who stiffened and began a muffled scream as she felt Craig once again give a massive thrust and reach a zenith with his loud groans as his spunk flooded into her ravaged pussy.

A fitting climax to a fantastic wedding orgy (if there was such a thing) thought Brad as he finally put down the video camera that he had been operating for most of the evening.


The following morning over breakfast there was much laughter as they recounted the events of the previous day. Everyone claimed that they had the most amazing time and congratulated Brianna for having made the arrangements and having ensured that all had got and enjoyed exactly what they wanted out of the event.

Craig and Antoine were a little disappointed that Whitney's Wedding Dress which they had taken so much trouble in providing had suffered in the course of events and chastised her for not taking more care of the beautiful gown. Then smiles returned as they gave a reassurance that a dry clean would most probably restore it to its former glory, "… so it will be good as new for the next time you get married," lisped Antoine. Cue more laughter.

"Never mind talking about another marriage. Let them deal with the honeymoon first … when will you be off then?" asked Craig.

"The cab is coming at 10.30," answered Whitney, "and taking us to JFK where we shall be flying Jet Blue to Barbados and … yippee!!"

"First time to the Caribbean for both of us," added Andrew.

"Hmm, bet you can't wait," said Brianna. "You never know, we might join you. Brad and I could do with a holiday ourselves. What do you think; would we cramp your style?"

"What a lovely idea. I'll let you surprise us," was Whitney's response.