"Okay," Whitney slurs, "okay, okay, okay, okay--"
"Okay?" You say.
"Okay."
The visitors are already on their way out -- although some, like an utterly agog Fazil and Ken, have to be pointedly ushered from the backyard, given how distracted they are by the lez peepshow Kay decided to put on for everyone. At some point a little while ago, she pinned Noelle up against the buffet table, ripped the poor woman's pants off, and started feasting on her cunt. (Guess the hors d'oeuvres weren't cutting it.) Kneeling in the grass, Kay ate Noelle for a good half hour before you realized it wasn't going to end anytime soon, and so saw fit to start ordering everyone home.
"I reckon I'm a touch green with envy at the denizens of this here abode," Ken says as Armstrong leads him away.
"Aren't we all," he says gruffly. "Horny motherfuckers."
Noelle, who can't hold her liquor, is totally at Kay's mercy. Who, as it turns out, is a rapey drunk. All Noelle can do under this oral assault is weakly writhe and whine. Her tailbone rests against the table's sharp edge while Kay, hands on Noelle's legs, keeps her face buried in Noelle's crotch. It's lewd, lurid, and loud. But this is all some pretty typical Nail House evening action, and most of the other girls continue to serve themselves drinks and cake from the table despite it. This hardcore, semi-consensual cunnilingus is just a pretty decoration to go along with the table-setting. Whitney, walking by with yet another wine glass, tweaks one of Noelle's nipples on her way past, and laughs at the pained yelp it elicits. That's about all the care anyone has for Noelle's plight.
"Okay, okay, okay--" Whitney downs her liquor in one gulp, tosses the empty glass across the lawn, and then calls for everyone's attention. "Sit down, sit down-- everyone, sit down!-- not you, you bitches!" She points at Cerise and Gal. "You two -- get over here." She strolls, or more like stumbles, to the lectern and beckons them over. "I wanna have one last 'I Do'."
"Drunk idiot," Cerise laughs. "We did that already."
"One more time!" Whitney says. She gets behind the lectern and waves for them again. "One more time, please -- it was so cute! I gotta see it one more time!"
Cerise casts an uncertain look back at Gal. But Gal, conflict-averse, approaches Whitney -- and so Cerise follows along.
Since you're a bridesmaid, you join them. So do Alex and Dr. Carte.
The rest of the girls all take their seats. Save Kay and Noelle, who are too busy cumming to notice the upcoming redux. Noelle's half-pained moans fill the cool autumn air.
"Okay, okay, okay--" Whitney says. "Do you, Cerise... fuck. How does it go?"
"You stink like wine," Cerise says. "How much did you drink tonight?"
"You stink like beer!" Whitney shouts, laughing. "Who the fuck drinks beer at a wedding? Huh? Fuck you!" Huffing and puffing, she stoops, reaches under the lectern for something, and struggles with it when she finds it -- even as she plows ahead: "Okay, okay... Gal-- do you take Cerise -- for having and holding and fucking and sucking?"
Gal is as confused as anyone, but she rolls with the flow. "i do"
"And do you, Cerise -- take this bitch to be forever yours?"
"I already did," Cerise says. "And I do."
"I'm cumming! Fuck, I'm cumming! AAAAAHHH!" (That would be Noelle, doing... exactly what she says she's doing.)
Whitney finishes with whatever she's doing behind that narrow podium. She stands upright. "FAN-tastic. You may now kiss the bride."
The brides are still perplexed -- so, frankly, are the rest of you -- but they won't say no to the opportunity for more tonsil hockey. They embrace, and share a tongue kiss that in politer company would definitely count as indecent. Whitney breaks it up by clearing her throat: "ahem. AHEM. Hi." The blushing brides turn and face her. "This time -- how about you kiss each other the right way."
She steps past the lectern and reveals her surprise. She's donned a strap-on: a big thick motherfucker made of green silicone, 9 or 10 inches long. She puts her hands on either woman's shoulders, and gently, but forcefully, guides them down. They sink to their knees, the excess fabric of their dresses pooling around them as they settle. Like a couple of fairytale princesses they are, in their tiaras, and veils, and satin -- but with a big fucking cock protruding between them.
"Kiss the bride," Whitney says with a hiccup.
Gal glances back at the audience. What she first sees is what you also first see. Charlotte, in the front row, parts her knees and hikes up her skirt to reveal that she isn't wearing underwear. She flashes you and Gal with a devilish wink, showing off her young-looking pussy. Her bare cunt is visibly wet in the glowing light of the torches.
Cerise isn't paying attention to that, but it's just as well -- she grabs Gal by the head in that moment of distraction, and pulls Gal's face towards her own. Gal's eyes bulge as she realizes what's happening. But she doesn't fight. From either side of Whitney's fake cock, then, the newlyweds kiss. As if to reward them, plus also to keep them from pulling away, Whitney pets the backs of their heads.
You've seen a lot of lewd things before, but this is a cut above: the reverend forcing a pair of freshly minted wives, still in their elegant dresses, to make out from either side of a giant strap-on dildo. Sighing, your sister and her wife resign themselves to something more than PDA -- something more like public sex -- and they kiss with the aim of putting on a show for everyone. Their tongues mingle and entwine and swirl around the length of the toy's rubber. Whitney lightly thrusts back and forth, just a bit, between their lips, to coat the ersatz dick with their collective slobber.
"LICK MY CUNT! LICK IT, YOU FUCKING BITCH!" There's Noelle again, the chorus of tonight's debauchery, in a sense... she's got one leg hiked, foot on the tabletop, and she's bouncing up and down on Kay's upturned face.
Charlotte, first of the crowd to expose herself, now is the first of the crowd to become involved. She pulls her skirt fully back, baring her genitals not only to you and the others at the lectern, but everyone sitting in the chairs around her, too. And openly, she begins to diddle herself.
"Mrs. Mallory!" Rose2 laughs. "You're so lewd..."
"I am," she agrees.
"Floozie," Mom sneers. "You can't keep it in your pants, can you?"
"No," she agrees.
Rose is blushing hard, and trying not to stare.
Samantha hops into action. "Charlotte!" She squeaks as she strides down the aisle. "Is your cunt getting wet? Do you need it serviced? I'll do my best, okay!"
She falls to her knees in front of Charlotte's folding chair and gets to work. Charlotte sighs in contentment, happy to let someone else take care of the hard part, while she just watches the show up front. Settling back, she languidly runs a hand through her blonde tresses. "Wow -- you're even better at this than you were in high school..."
"You and Samantha--!" Mom gasps. "I can't believe it."
"Oh come on, Scarlett," she says, rolling her eyes. "Spare me the puritanical act. Sam was the school bicycle. Of course I took her for a ride or two... or 20..."
Samantha has three fingers up Charlotte's cunt while she suckles on that big clitty of hers. She saws her fingers in and out, and sucks.
Stepping up behind Gal, Dr. Carte helps Whitney press the meek girl's lips to the shiny rubber dick. Taking that as a cue, you step behind Cerise, and do the same to her. So together, Dr. Carte, Whitney, and you force Cerise and Gal to fellate a dildo. There's something weirdly tender about it all. The way Cerise turns her face this way and that to rub her cheek and forehead against the toy, the way Dr. Carte mashes Gal's nose against the underside. The way the two wives' saliva mixes and froths up and runs in rivulets down the shaft. The way Whitney laughs to herself at the sight.
And: the way the others in the audience follow Charlotte's lead, and begin to masturbate.
First Vivian. She slips her panties off from under her dress and starts to dig at the hole between her legs. You've learned that for as prim and proper as Vivian is in most areas -- when it comes to sex, she's a fucking degenerate, and can't stay dignified. Her two-handed method of playing with her tiny cunt is like something out of porn. And quickly it turns out her hands are not enough to satisfy her lust. She asks Rose2 for help.
"With what?" Rose2 asks.
"Do you see what Samantha is doing to Mrs. Mallory's vaginal orifice?"
Rose2 slowly nods. "She's licking her!"
"Please employ your fingers and mouth on mine in the same way."
Rose2 giggles. "Geez, Viv, that's lewd. You--"
Vivian tugs her by the wrist and forces her off the chair. Rose2 grunts in surprise as she falls to the grass. Vivian grins down at her. "I should have asked less politely. Use your fingers and your mouth to pleasure me, right now -- or I will make you regret it."
Amber slugs Vivian's shoulder, lightly but only half-playfully. "What gives you the right to bully my sister, huh?"
"The itch between my legs," Vivian says simply, looking her dead in the eye. "I need relief. If you want, feel free to assist her. I rather like two mouths serving me."
Amber instead moves on -- to the row of chairs ahead -- where Mom isn't having as much fun as most of you. She's got her hands cupped to her mouth and her cheeks are glowing bright red. Amber sits beside her, but not before unbuttoning her own short-shorts. As she sits, she gets a hand down the elastic of her panties and tickles her quickly moistening pussy. "Wild, isn't it?" She asks Mom.
"This is -- indecent--" she protests. "I don't think it's-- Amber!!" Mom finally realizes that Amber, too, is getting lewd. "What is wrong with you?"
"What?" Amber says. "Everyone else is doing it. I can't cream my shorts, too?"
Mom's voice is tremulous: "Y-you... t-this sort of thing... you're really a little too young..."
Amber snorts. "You didn't say that when I was busy eating you out. Don't be a hypocrite. Just enjoy the show. And anyway--" She nods at the altar. "Blame your dyke daughter. She's the one who turned everyone on just now, isn't she?"
Up front, the simulated fellatio on Whitney's fake dick has become a deepthroat contest. Cerise, hands balled up by her chest, gags hard as Whitney humps her face. The expression Whitney makes is as if she were a futanari fucking Cerise with a genuine dick: her lips are puckered into an O of pleasure that bares her teeth, her eyes are squinting and her features are all scrunched up. When Cerise can't take the abuse of her esophagus any longer, Whitney dismounts with a sick slrrrrch that leaves mucusy drool hanging off her chin, turns the other way, and starts to fuck Gal's face instead. Whitney is just as brutal on the red-haired little bitch, using her like a dicksleeve, and Gal is perfectly happy to be employed to that end. Back and forth, then, Whitney subdues the brides with facefucking. It's getting Dr. Carte all hot and bothered, seeing her daughter go hog-wild on a couple of girls this way. She rubs her mound through the fabric of her dress and squeezes her thighs rhythmically together.
"Renee?" Alex says.
"Get on your knees," she grunts tersely. "I need your mouth..."
"C'mon, Mommy..." Amber says, stroking Mom's arm seductively. She's playing up the not-so-innocent babe act again. "I'm suuuper hot right now. Aren't you? You are. Won't you sit on your little girl's face?"
Mom is indecisive yet still, but Charlotte isn't. Still riding Samantha's mouth, she grins Amber's way and says, "is your mother still being a stick in the mud, dear?"
"It's such a drag," Amber replies. Her fingers are still busy stirring up her own quim inside her jeans.
"She's always been that way. Would you be all right if I sat on your face instead?"
"Charlotte..." Mom murmurs. "Please d--"
"Cooool," Amber giggles. She walks a few seats down the row to where Charlotte is. "Can I call you Mommy too?"
"Oh, absolutely," Charlotte says, agreeing emphatically. She pushes Samantha off her cunt like tossing away a tissue. "That's what you call my Rose, isn't it?"
"Uh huh."
"I like it."
The two embrace and share a long, obscene kiss. They swap spit like they've been lovers for years. Amber pulls her hand out of her pants only for Charlotte to replace it with her own. She masturbates the young girl's cunt without reservation. Doesn't care that she's underage, and certainly doesn't care that they're technically cousins.
"Thank you for feeding me your pussy honey!" Samantha says, standing, and wiping her mouth with the back of her palm. She calls out, "Is there anyone else who needs cunt-service? Or dick-service?"
Rose2, gaspingly, pulls back from Vivian's over-saturated pussy just long enough to heave: "me -- kudasai! My pusshi needs it!"
Samantha is only too happy to lie on her back underneath Rose2's fat bubblegum butt, while Rose2 resumes serving Vivian. The house's fuck-bunny eats out the house's fuck-kitten, letting Rose2 smear her face with sweet-smelling girlcum straight from her pretty pink gash.
"You're one of Scarlett's girls, so I assume you know your way around eating pussy," Charlotte says.
"Oh, absolutely," Amber responds, mirroring Charlotte's verbal tics. "But actually, it's because of your daughter. Rose makes me suck her off every night before bed, while Daddy fucks us..."
"Is that so?" Charlotte says, as she tugs her skirt off and chucks it aside. Not fazed by the revelation that her daughter's been using Amber's underage mouth for a toilet. "Did she teach you well?"
"Why don't you find out for yourself -- Mommy?"
Just like Samantha, Amber lies on her back in the grass. Charlotte straddles her ears with her knees, and lowers herself. The plumpness of Charlotte's calves, her thick thighs, and fat hips -- it's really something to behold. The way her fleshy, give-y form so obscenely contrasts against young Amber's tiny body. The older woman's sloppy pussy has left little trails of wetness all down her inner legs that Amber pauses for a moment to kiss and vacuum up. Charlotte thrills to this, and teases some more wetness out by tickling her clit while Amber works. She forcefully delivers her instructions -- like mother, like daughter -- "lick me, Amber. Lick me thoroughly -- inside and out -- clean me with your mouth. Make me cum."
She settles her weight fully on Amber's face, her fat ass compressing a bit, and spreading, to reveal her puckered anus. Fists gripping the turf, she leans forward, tits hanging low, and rides Amber without mercy. She doesn't let up, doesn't let Amber breathe. You realize then, that Rose's total indifference to whether Amber suffocates, is actually an inherited trait. Rose's mother is also a depraved sadist.
Rose herself finds a seat beside Mom. Both women watch for a long moment, the way Charlotte and Amber lez out. They're playing at disgusted, but in truth they're riveted.
"Your mother is awful," Mom tells Rose.
"She really is," Rose replies, "I don't know what's gotten into her. Or Amber for that matter..." Her glasses are getting fogged.
Mom paws at her own chest. "It's the bad influence of all these sluts. Your mother chief among them!"
"This is just like that night at the theater... we live with animals, Scarlett, we really do... shameless... slutty... cunt animals..."
Rose is, probably not consciously, stroking Mom's leg.
Mom gives her a severe look. "Is what Amber said true? Are you raping my daughter, young woman?"
"E-excuse me--"
"Be honest!"
"W-well..." Rose says, stuttering, "she insists on sleeping in bed with Alabaster and I. And she's so... insatiable... she's *asking* for it, Scarlett. Literally... she *asks* me to rape her. To do these terrible things to her..."
"I understand," Mom says sadly. "I raised a filthy little slut. As you can see. She does ask for it, doesn't she."
"Yes! She does... so it's not my fault that I use her the way I do, is it?"
"No. No, it isn't..."
Mom is, probably also not consciously, returning Rose's skinship. They're groping and feeling each other up as they discuss the wanton whorishness of their family.
You hear what sounds like a high-pressure sprinkler head on full blast. But looking up, you find that it's just Noelle pissing cum straight into Kay's upturned mouth. They're both fully naked at this point and Noelle uses all four fingers of one hand to rub her pussy in fast circles as she nuts in Kay's face. The stream collects in the back of Kay's throat and despite the wide-open yawn of her jaw, she's smiling brightly. She drinks every drop of cream Noelle dispenses. Vain lesbian she is, Noelle won't let Kay hog it all. When she's done blasting Kay with cum, she pushes Kay to her back and climbs atop her and forces her tongue into her mouth. She drinks her own pussy juice straight from Kay's mouth and throat, gargles it even, then swaps it back and forth. They spit Noelle's cum from one mouth to another. It's a game to them... the two Christmas cakes writhe and run their hands over each other's bodies as they relish the taste of Noelle's pussy-cream.
You, though? Wearing a skin-tight gown with matching underwear and fuck-me heels has you feeling abashed and uncertain. Even with all the debauchery surrounding you, and with as hard and aching as your meaty cock has grown in the restrictive confines of the dress, you're loath to draw attention to yourself by joining.
Thankfully then, it's Whitney who forces the issue. "These bitches need some real cock," she says.
"we do..." Gal agrees, a bubble of saliva popping on her lips. She sniffles back her snot, but her pretty face is covered in the stuff.
"You," Whitney says, pointing at you. "Come here and do your fucking job already. Yeesh."
"M-me?"
"Yeah, Alabaster..." Cerise slurs. Her face is just as slimy and messed-up as her new wife's. "Come here... give your big sister a taste of that trap dick, huh...?"
You glance back. Rose is riding Mom's face, cruelly so, bouncing her asshole up and down on Mom's tongue. How that happened, and so suddenly, you don't know. You can hardly believe your eyes. "That's it, Scarlett... just like that... kiss it like you would a mouth. This is how I make your little girl eat my ass... do it just like she does..."
Mom is doing her best to keep up, hands braced against Rose's thigh meat, leaving little indentations in it. Rose is cumming on her face. It's a Mallory family attack on the Catachresis family: mother and daughter teaming up against mother and daughter.
Cerise is insistent. "Alabaster, please... I really, really want your cock in my mouth."
You love your sister. You can't refuse her. You step forward, towards where she and Gal sit linking hands. They idly kiss and lick each other while they watch you from the corners of their eyes.
Meanwhile, Whitney forces Alex's face deeper into Dr. Carte's crotch. With Alex's head pinned between them as they stand facing one another, they make out for a few lingering moments. A deep, incestuous, mother-daughter tongue kiss that leaves them both half-lidded.
"Should I fuck his little asshole, Mom?" Whitney asks.
Dr. Carte shakes her head. "You should fuck mine..." She arches her back so her butt is sticking out.
Wheeze-laughing in her signature way, Whitney circles her mother and lifts the dress back and parts the older woman's ass with both thumbs. She stares down at it.
"I love your ass, Mom," she says. She spits on it, making Dr. Carte jump. Whitney rubs the spit in with one of her thumbs. "It's so fucking tight... think this thing will fit?"
"Only one way to find out, baby."
Whitney tries to force it in. Dr. Carte lets out a tiny scream, and bucks against poor Alex's mouth. You're not sure when the last time he took a breath was... he might be close to passing out. He wouldn't be the only one, either. Amber, beneath Charlotte, is convulsing, her arms flopping limply at her side as the mature woman takes her pleasure selfishly. Samantha is also struggling mightily under the surprisingly voracious face-fuck Rose2 delivers. Not that Rose2 is faring better herself because Vivian, hands gripping the pink curls by their roots, is mashing her little cuntlet as viciously as she can against the fatass weeaboo slut's lips. The wet noise of Vivian's puffy mound whapping repeatedly against Rose2's chubby cheeks is somehow cute, even if lurid.
Cerise strokes your legs. "You're so pretty today, Alabaster... or should I call you Alabasterina?"
"Fuck you," you mumble.
"Haha. You should wear that more often."
"Never again. NEVER again."
"we'll see" Gal says mysteriously. "i like you as a girl too Sir"
Cerise is rolling up the hem of your dress like a little kid unwrapping a favorite candy bar. Her glee, visible under the filmy sheen of her own saliva left behind by Whitney's deepthroat, is effusive and unconstrained.
As Whitney gets a firm grip on her mother's hips and gets the strap-on seated deep up her anus, a sight that makes your cock deposit another creamy dollop of precum in your underwear, Cerise reveals it: she pulls back your dress's material far enough to bare your panty-clad crotch, its prefuck-dripping satin almost transparent with how wet it's become. This garment is far, far too small to contain the monstrous dick you're blessed with. The bulbous head and a good four or five inches of shaft are visible, pinned up against your tummy; and your balls make the panties bulge obscenely. No one would ever, ever mistake you for a girl. Cerise's mouth, literally, waters at the sight. She's in love. She's in deeper love with this incestuous dick in her face, than she is with her own wife, probably.
"Can I?" She asks, gazing up at you in desperation.
"Both of you," you grunt.
She pulls your cock up and out of the panties, and strokes it tenderly even as she guides Gal's face towards it, too. As with Whitney, they kiss each other over the length of your huge dick. The girls in the crowd watching coo and sigh at the scene. Cerise and Gal worship your dick like they need it to live. Never breaking eye contact with you, they trail soft kisses up and down the shaft and the head. These kisses start small, just pecks really, but gradually become lewder and lewder. Their wet lips part, their tongues snake out; they start to knead your nuts and slurp up your oozing fuckslime; they sniff and huff your manly scent; in short they transition from kissing your dick to outright blowing you, in tandem.
Dr. Carte's hypnotically undulating stomach and ass as Whitney fucks her into oblivion is almost as nice to focus on as these two girls submitting themselves to your powerful erection. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me," Dr. Carte repeats over and again. She holds the back Alex's head to keep balanced while her daughter anally screws her -- which of course also helps drive her pussy mound into Alex's mouth. A lucky woman, Dr. Carte: getting full service at both ends.
Down in the crowd, Rose and Charlotte have linked hands and now are kissing each other while they get their pussies off on the Catachresises. Guess Rose is over her last hangups about incest, if the way her tongue probes her mother's mouth is any indication.
Vivian, shockingly, is the less selfish girl here. Having orgasmed a few times in Rose2's mouth, she climbed off the girl, and now is penetrating her with a vibrating egg (does Vivian just carry that around in her purse?) to help Rose2's rolling orgasm on top of Samantha. Rose2, as she always does, is pulling a true ahegao, her face all melty and droopy while she succumbs to pleasure of her roiling fuckholes.
"Orgasm for me," Vivian commands. "Orgasm for me, you filthy whore."
"Say more mean things to me... pleeeease..." Rose2 begs.
"Harlot. Tramp. Slut... slit-slut... that's what you are, aren't you? Slit-slut. Pink haired slit-slut."
"Ffffuuuuccckkk," Rose2 wails, and creams.
You never knew Vivian to be so dominant when the mood strikes.
"Hey-- hey--" Dr. Carte thwacks Alex's head with her knuckles. "You. Yeah, you. Little cunt. Go up and give the brides a hand."
Alex, face like a fish out of water, struggles to his feet. "Wh-what?"
Dr. Carte lets her arms hang uselessly at her side while Whitney full-force rails her asshole. Her voice sounds like it's coming through radio static, from the violence of getting buggered. "Go-- go up by the brides-- make like Alabaster--"
Alex, in his prissy dress, with his prissy way of walking, stumbles towards where you stand. Like a lamb to slaughter; Cerise and Gal eye him hungrily. Since it's Cerise's special day, she's taking full advantage, and getting greedy: she tugs Alex closer and starts to roll up his wedding dress, too.
"Cer-- Cerise..." he mutters. He's shivering.
"Shut up," she mutters back, still rubbing her face against your veiny, leaky prick. She gets him standing in front of you: face-to-face, and cock-to-cock. She has one hand on your ass, one one his. Alex solicitously holds his dress's hem up around his thin but boyish hips, to bare his underwear -- which like yours is similarly lacy and similarly translucent with precum and similarly much too dainty and feminine to contain his thick dick. Cerise fully frees it, and lines them up, comparing the two. Gal watches intently, jaw slightly agape. Cerise tickles the balls, yours and Alex's alike, and strokes the slime-coated foreskins back and forth across the slime-oozing heads. Her eyes are afire with lust. She couldn't be happier. The view, the texture, the scent, the debauchery of having you at her mercy... oh yeah, she's cumming in her britches and she isn't even touching her pussy.
The two girls begin to lick and suck you both. Their tongues swirl around, and swab the fleshpoles indiscriminately. Since your combined girth is so thick, they add their hands to help things along.
With her lips wrapped around your cockshaft, Cerise stares deep into your eyes, wordlessly thanking you for it all: total adoration there. Alex, feeling the waves of perverted pleasure along with you, as Gal's tongue scrapes across the sensitive underside of his own cock, whines and murmurs and fidgets. The added pressure of your dicks rubbing together, on top of this dual fellatio, is enough to start pushing you towards that delirious edge... you're about to blow your load.
"Ally..." Alex gulps. He looks up at you. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."
"Me too," you grunt.
Cerise exhales hard through her nostrils and redoubles her blowjob technique. So does Gal. They lick and stroke you together. Quickly, but softly, their fingers and their wet pink tongues coax you to blow your cocks. You grit your teeth and bellow deeply, Alex shrieks, and soon the two of you are painting each other's bridesmaid gowns with ropes of pearly white cum. You blast wad after wad of it, staring down at the way your two hard, dark red cocks jerk and twitch and pulse in tune with each other. And also at the way your sister's face, and Gal's face, below the cocks just keep licking and stroking and helping you to cum as hard as possible.
You'd think it might wind down after an orgasm so divine, but it's really just beginning. Blame Dr. Carte:
"We should have -- a competition..." Dr. Carte says. "Yes... between Cerise and Gal."
Whitney is handing her mother a second strapon of her very own, and then the depraved mother-daughter duo are leading Cerise and Gal from the altar: Whitney dragging Cerise by the hair, Dr. Carte dragging Gal. They dump the brides on the ground and part their legs. Smiling at each other, they begin to fuck. Whitney drills Cerise's dark, pretty little pussy; and Dr. Carte drills Gal's incredibly tiny, incredibly pale pink twat. They turn their heads to and fro in the grass, unable to deal with the deep dickings they're suddenly getting, largely against their will.
But Dr. Carte's idea for a competition involves none of that. It involves you.
"We've got a couple of guys who want to dress as women here!" Dr. Carte laughs. "And since these newlywed lesbian sluts like girls so much, let's see who can make these guys cum like girls first!"
"What-- are you talking about--" you pant, still trying to bring both your breathing and your heartbeat back to normal. Alex, for his part, rests weakly against the altar, a palm to his forehead.
You stare down at Cerise's big, fat, jiggling tits as Whitney rapes her.
"A little birdie -- told me--" Dr. Carte grunts. She gets hold of both of Gal's thin wrists and really starts to put it to her, driving the fake cock as deep up Gal's womb as it goes. "--That your sister likes to lick your asshole. Is that true?"
"Who told you that?" You demand.
"Heeeh," Whitney wheezes.
"And I know Alex likes it, that little twink," Dr. Carte adds.
"I do..." he heaves.
"So, let's see if you can cum from just that." She leers at you. "Get in touch with your feminine side, Alabasterina..."
Only because it's true, and you really, really, *really* like having your older sister's tongue lapping away at your anus, you agree to the competition.
You balance on your haunches and squat over Cerise's face, and Alex over Gal's -- even as Whitney and Dr. Carte keep brutally slam-fucking them. Your cocks stand tall and hard and proud, poking up against your dresses. But you aren't allowed to touch them:
"Not a single person here gets to touch those cocks until one of them cums!" Dr. Carte shouts. "They have to cum with their asses!"
Those are the rules. And what's on the line? More fucking, of course. The girl who makes their trap cum first gets the pleasure of being traded around the reception and fucked by every other woman here. Being reduced to nothing more than a party-hole for a bunch of rampant lesbian bitches doesn't sound like what you should get for *winning* a competition -- but Cerise and Gal vie eagerly for that dubious honor.
Never mind that. You just enjoy the swampy heat of Cerise's mouth latched to your ass and that weird, impossible-to-get-used to sensation of her tongue wagging back and forth inside you. You've never tried to cum from only this, but you think if anyone can make it happen, surely Cerise can. She licks your prostate like an ice cream cone and kneads the cheeks of your ass while she does so. You watch the way her pussy goes from convex to concave and back again under the force of Whitney's fuck, how tenaciously that tight sisterly labia of hers clings to the silicone. Whitney smiles wolfishly at you. "Like what you see?" She asks.
"I do..."
Whitney fucks her even harder, just for you.
Out in the crowd, some tables have turned. Mom has wrested herself free of Rose's cruel grip; and Charlotte, weak from orgasming too much, is powerless to stop bratty Amber from getting on top of her and pulling out her titties and slapping them around for the hell of it. "Stop... stoooop..." she pleads, but Amber just tweaks and slaps and smacks the meaty udders to her heart's content, laughing, and letting the already wet denim of her shorts get wetter from arousal. Charlotte's titmeat begins to bruise and welt.
"Scarlett... Ms. Catachresis... please..." Rose begs, but Mom won't be swayed.
Face covered with your wife's cum, Mom scowls, and spits: "My turn. Open your mouth."
If the way Charlotte rode Amber was mean, then the way Mom rides Rose is felony assault. She bounces on your wife like she's a sybian, mashing her neatly trimmed but hairy pussy up and down on Rose's beet-red face. Her cream seeps out, stipples her fat thighs, and runs down Rose's cheeks and forehead. Mom's cunt juice smears Rose's makeup all over. Mascara, eyeliner, and blush all clump up and become messy with Mom's milky cum.
Meanwhile, Noelle has gotten Kay onto her back, doubling her over so most of her weight is resting on her neck and head. Noelle takes a double-ended dildo retrieved from god only knows where, and shoves it down Kay's twat without foreplay. Kay yelps. Having buried about half of it in the helpless drunk reporter, Noelle climbs atop her -- cunt-to-cunt, and shoves the other half up her own quivering quim. She humps up and down. It's maybe like a more extreme, lesbian version of the mating press; and it has them both cumming like whores. And Noelle's attention, finally, is on you: she watches this bizarre rimming competition with perverted interest while she uses Kay for sexual relief.
Mom is also watching. While she rapes your wife, she cheers you and your sister. "Cum for me, baby!" She cries. "Cum on your sister's face! Then we can all FUCK her!"
Amber laughs. "That's the spirit..." She stands, and squats over the dazed Charlotte Mallory. "Lick me, Mommy. Lick me thoroughly..."
Rose2, Vivian, and Samantha are sitting all in a row, spread-eagled in the grass, leg over leg over leg over leg, sharing their fingers and a couple vibrating eggs between themselves as they watch the show. A three-way mutual masturbation to cap off their multiple orgasms.
The problem, as you see it, is this... as much as you love the sensation of your older sister slurping on your asshole (and you do) -- Alex, the fucking slut, is a quickshot. He's definitely going to cum first. Just the way he braces his weight with his fists and starts to bounce on Gal's tongue, cock slapping back and forth in the air as he does so, tongue lolling from his mouth, is enough evidence for that. Even though he just came, his useless fucking quickshot cock is about to spew another load... that means Cerise will lose...
And then, that little cunt, he plays dirty. He turns his head, grinning smugly at you, and calls for Samantha:
"Sammy... come suck me. Suck my cock."
"Yes master Alex! Right away!"
She rushes over with all the speed of a jackrabbit, and kneels beside Alex's bouncing little body and starts to suckle on his meat. No hesitation.
"You're cheating!" You scream. "No one's allowed to touch your cock!"
"Haha.... Ally... Renee said no *person* could touch it... she said nothing about bunnies..." He pets Samantha's hair, and then starts to hump her face up and down on his dick like she's an onahole.
"He's right," Dr. Carte laughs, drilling Gal harder than ever. "He found the loophole."
Alex giggles again, and then he surrenders to the pleasure. He starts to really get into it. Gal's tongue rooted in his anus and Samantha's mouth around his cock: he's in utter bliss. He's mere seconds from dropping his load. You know that the unparalleled heat and wetness of Samantha's bunny-cunt mouth will bring him off in no time.
You're so fixated on your anger at this dirty trick that you don't notice it until it's happening -- Vivian's kid-sized cunt sinking down around your aching dick.
"Viv--" you breathe.
"Be still. Let me do all the work. Inseminate my pussy at your leisure."
Alex snaps his head around. "Hey-- hey--!! THAT'S cheating! Hypocrite!"
"Silence," Vivian sneers. "I am not a person, either -- I am a toilet."
"That's right, that's exactly right!" Whitney says. She squelches in and out of Cerise. "My kid sister is the best cum-toilet in the world!"
Alex looks to Dr. Carte for backup, but gets none. "Rules are rules," she says slyly. "Vivian is a toilet... not a person... so it's not cheating."
Vivian loops her arms over your shoulders and starts to fuck up and down your cock with her toilet cunt. Grinning, you kiss her deeply, and enjoy the bubblegum taste of her breath, the vestiges of Rose2's pussy on her lips. Bunnygirl Samantha might be the best deepthroating champ in the world, but nothing compares to loli pussy sinking down on your turgid cock while your sister rims you out. With your other sisters watching, as well as your mother, and your wife, and everyone else... you blow. You blow a thick, milky, creamy wad of sperm directly in Vivian's GothLoli uterus. Your nuts churn and surge and spit their seed. Whitney calls the game: "Ally's cumming! He's definitely cumming inside Viv right now! He wins!"
Cerise licks your insides a little faster to help you cum. She wants you to cum as hard as possible, even if it's inside Vivian.
"Ahhhhh--!!" Alex screams, blowing his load too, but just a little too late. His cock pumps his sperm straight to the back of Samantha's throat, and he holds her bunny ears to make sure she keeps the head of his cock in her gullet until he's done. Gal buries her tongue up him and keeps it there while he deposits his jizz in Samantha's esophagus.
You were supposed to cum like a couple of girls, but you ended up cumming like guys anyway. Oh well.
When Vivian pulls off your still-creamy dick, and you reluctantly drag your anus off your sister's face, Vivian is again a role model of selflessness. She begins Cerise's reward gang-rape the right way, by kneeling over her face and letting your load seep out of her by gravity, in thick strands, all over Cerise. And Cerise lets it happen, smiling.
Gal, seeing the nasty scene, pouts. "aww," she says. "i wanted to get raped too"
Dr. Carte slaps her hard across the face. Gal squeaks in pain and looks back at her.
"We'll rape you later," she says. And it's a promise she makes good on.