Maid of Honor

Somehow his cock was even more perfect than the perfect cock she'd imagined. It wasn't quite as massive as that preposterous thing she'd conjured in her mind, but it was still plenty big. It was actually even better this way. Natalie had been right. And fucking selfish to hog this thing all to herself! It wouldn't be easy remaining friends with her after this, once she had a taste of what her so-called best friend had been withholding.

Jonah's bare ass plopped down on the same stool she'd been masturbating on, his sweat co-mingling with her pussy juices on the blouse Natalie had shed before donning her wedding dress. His eyes were fixed on her tits like they never intended to leave. She knew guys loved them, but it was reassuring that they brought pleasure to even a creature like this.

If he'd thought they brought him pleasure from looking, his rapturous gasp when she dragged her slick orbs up his legs and wrapped them around his cock would stay with her for a lifetime. This wasn't Katie's first tit fuck, but she'd done it only rarely. Guys obsessed over them too much as it was. Only when it came to Jonah, she was honored to even be given the opportunity. As she started a slow rhythm, massaging her tits against his manhood, Jonah fought to retain his balance.

Katie couldn't know he'd fantasized about this since the minute he'd first laid eyes on her in that trampy little clubbing top she'd been wearing. Nonetheless, she fantasized that he'd been fantasizing just that. In the heat of southern Texas on this summer night, she didn't even need to lubricate them for him. It was fate that her big sweaty tits should be revealed to him at the perfect night for fucking them. She was destined to be Jonah's busty tit-fuck dream girl.

"That feels amazing," he said between moans.

"Oh god does it ever!" she responded, giving him a little extra squeeze. And it did. Titty-fucking had never been something she'd enjoyed before beyond its suspense as prolonged foreplay; tonight though, every millisecond of contact between her nipples and Jonah's thighs, his belly, was pure bliss. He even let her rub them directly on his cock, though she didn't dare do it for too long. He deserved better. She just hoped he'd think she was showing off how horny she was rather than simply being selfish.

Though she couldn't stop herself from giving his cock a few sucks either, so so much for not seeming greedy.

If his lips were sweet, his cock was pure ambrosia. It was all she could do not to keep sucking it - if he'd wanted a blowjob, he'd have said so. He didn't complain about the interruption, but Katie would suck his cock later, if and when he said so. Whenever he said so. For hours and hours and hours. She'd live off of it if she could.

"You don't know how long I've dreamed about this," Jonah managed.

"A titty-fuck? Is Natalie that selfish that she won't give you titty-fucks whenever you want?"

"No, I mean... from you. Your tits are so..." He growled in place of an adjective. "I can't believe this is happening."

"Well get used to it, because I'll do this any time you want," she said. "My titties belong to you now, Jonah."

Then he came. His fist hammered against the wall like he meant to smash through it, and his cock thrust into the valley of her cleavage with purpose. It would have sprayed everywhere, but Katie was ready. She pounced on it mouth first, the initial spurts of his seed shooting right down her throat. But there was just so much! With the head of his cock stuck in her throat and her own body spasming in an orgasm of her own, she couldn't swallow fast enough. Soon it filled her mouth and started leaking down her chin, dribbling down onto her heaving boobs.

Nevertheless, she pumped at his cock to coax out every last drop she could get, then scooped the dregs off her tits and fed them right back into her mouth, smiling up at him gratefully as she did.

Elsewhere, a wedding crasher gave up looking for the special drink he'd prepared and at last accepted it was time to go home, brew a fresh one and try again soon at another wedding. Natalie was trying to escape a conversation with her Aunt Shirley; Greg was sneaking a half a beer to his kid cousin; Brandy was dancing with one of the flower girls, the two laughing joyfully.

Jonah strolled back into the pavilion soon after, a little extra swagger in his step, his bow tie considerably loosened. He made his way over to his bride, dragging her away from relatives and onto the dance floor where the DJ was queuing a slow song for them. He took Natalie in his arms, hoping she couldn't smell Katie on him.

His wife did not notice, in fact, but she had taken note of their brief spectacle earlier. "So what was up with Katie earlier? Looked like she was about to audition for the stripperlympics there for a minute."

He smiled, kissing his new wife's forehead reassuringly; behind his eyes was the lingering image of the bridesmaid on her hands and knees fucking herself silly with Natalie's hairbrush on the park office floor. "Let's just say you made a good decision not picking her as your maid of honor."