The Wedding Deal

"There's one more thing I need to tell you," Baz said.

Chantelle didn't say anything. She just wanted Sam in here quickly. She needed him inside her so much. She wished Baz wouldn't delay any longer.

"To fulfil my third condition, Sam must take you anally," Baz said, calmly, as if making pleasant small talk about the weather.

Chantelle almost jumped up and confronted Baz. How could he suddenly change the rules like that? Here she was knelt on a sofa with everything on display, waiting for her fiancé's cock in her pussy, and now suddenly it had all changed. Sure, it was the same guy, same cock, same sofa. But now Baz was suggesting that it slip into her a couple of inches back from her pussy, into that very different, tight, forbidden hole.

She had never even considered having anal sex; no guy had ever asked her for it. It was something people did in porn, not in real life. She had a perfectly functional pussy, why did a guy need to use the rear entry? As far as she was aware Sam had never had an interest either: he'd taken her up her pussy plenty of times, but she'd never imagined he would ever slip inside her from behind.

She could refuse, cancel the wedding, plan something on a smaller scale. She hadn't lost anything really, had she? It was Baz who would have wasted all his money. But then, it was all here, all set up, ready - it would be such a shame. She wanted to get married to Sam so badly, wanted to be his wife today. She was here now, on the sofa, everything on show. What harm could a cock up her bottom do, really?

"OK, fine, go and get him," Chantelle said.

Baz smiled and headed next door, where Sam and Adam were waiting. Sam had been getting increasingly nervous as the time ticked down to the start of the ceremony.

Baz explained his third condition quickly, enjoying watching the expressions on the guys' faces - confusion, anger, excitement. When he explained that Chantelle was already on the sofa, dress up, knickers off, pussy out, he noticed Adam turn away from his slightly and adjust his suit, as if trying to hide a growing erection.

When Baz explained the final rule, that Sam would be inserting his cock not into her aroused pussy but into her tight virgin asshole, Sam objected.

"Chantelle will never agree to that!" he said, angry that Baz had ruined an otherwise perfect plan.

"She already has," Baz smiled.

"Chantelle? Agreed to anal?" Sam said, unable to hide his surprise.

"Yep, her ass is all yours," Baz smiled.

The two followed Baz back into the garden room, where as promised Chantelle was positioned ready on the sofa, pussy peeking from between her slightly parted legs. Sam noticed Adam staring at his fiancée's pussy and was about to punch him, but then he realised that this was all part of the deal; Adam was going to watch him take his beloved's anal cherry. Baz had got her in this position deliberately so that she would be on display; Sam was not allowed to object to Adam seeing Chantelle's most private parts.

Baz handed Sam a bottle of lube, then gestured towards his fiancée. Sam checked the clock and could see that only a quarter of an hour remained until Chantelle was supposed to be walking down the aisle towards him in her white dress. It was strange to see that symbol of her innocence now collected around her upper half leaving her completely exposed below her waist.

Sam walked towards Chantelle, his eyes unable to avoid focussing between her legs, where he could see how excited she was. He had an erection bulging in his pants, and after a month of not being allowed to touch her he couldn't wait to get himself inside her, but her moist pussy was still off limits. He looked at her bare bottom; Chantelle had a great butt, but he'd never thought he'd be taking her up it.

Chantelle looked at him as he approached and smiled.

"Hi baby," she said.

"Hi honey," he replied. "Are you OK for me to do this? Up your butt?"

She bit her lip and nodded nervously.

Chantelle looked at the clock and Sam's eyes followed her gaze. There were less than fifteen minutes to go now. He was sure that he wouldn't last long, but he needed to be finished in good time for them both to make it over to where the ceremony was being held.

Sam unbuckled his belt and let his trousers fall round his ankles. He looked over at Rochelle who had now lost her objections to watching and had her eyes at crotch height, looking forward to seeing the groom's erect cock. Sam hardly knew Rochelle and was self-conscious about dropping his boxers in front of her, but after all Chantelle had shown her pussy to Baz and Adam. He dropped his boxers and his cock sprang out.

Sam knelt on the sofa behind Chantelle, trying not to think about the fact that he now had an audience, that the three other people in the room were now moving round to get a good view of what was about to happen. It was weird enough that he was just about to take his fiancée's anal cherry, even weirder that he was doing so still almost fully dressed in his expensive suit and with Chantelle's top half concealed by a wedding dress. The fact that three people they knew were going to witness every thrust was just too weird to contemplate.

Sam opened the bottle of lube and poured some onto his hand: he'd never had to use lube before, Chantelle's pussy had always managed to lubricate itself perfectly well, and were he taking her up her pussy now he would have no problems. But he wanted to make sure he was nice and lubricated so that he could slip into her anus as smoothly as possible.

He lathered the lube over his cock, taking the opportunity to fit in a few sneaky hand thrusts, sending pleasure through his body. Chantelle watched over her shoulder, hoping that it would ease his cock's passage into her anus. She was nervous about how tight it would be, about how it wasn't designed to accommodate a cock, especially not one of Sam's size. He filled her pussy wonderfully, but he would be a tight fit up her back passage.

He pulled her butt cheeks apart, and she felt completely exposed, even more so than before. She hoped that the others couldn't see her exposed anal bud, but was embarrassed enough about Sam seeing it. He'd seen every other part of her body before but he'd never parted her cheeks like this and had a perfect view between them.

Sam pushed against her anus with a couple of fingers, the first touch she had had from him in a month. Her body thrilled at the physical contact, and her pussy tingled harder, demanding action. Sam slipped his fingers inside her, their journey eased by the slippery lube which clung to them, Chantelle being entered from the rear for the first time in her life.

It felt strange and weird, but his touch excited the nerve endings around the entrance, sending a naughty feeling to Chantelle's brain. Her pussy tingled more, demanding to know why it was being denied the touch that her anus was enjoying, telling her that it could make better use of Sam's fingers.

Sam slid his fingers deeper in, exploring her hidden depths, the one part of her body that had until now been private from him, now offered to him, possessed by him. She tried to familiarise herself with the feeling of him inside her anus, knowing that soon it would be his whole cock occupying her, and she would let him, pay the price for this dress she was wearing, for the perfect day she was about to enjoy.

Sam took his time exploring her, massaging the inside of her passage, familiarising himself with its warmth and tightness. His cock was begging to enter her, to explore where his fingers were venturing, and he knew that in a few minutes he must take her, complete the challenge, fulfil the final requirement. His cock glistened with the lube, the head shining with pre-cum. Her pussy was wet too, but unlike his cock it was going to be unsatisfied.

Eventually he let his fingers slip out, leaving her empty but anticipating his full entry. He looked over at his audience, all three of whom had fixed their eyes on his beloved's bare backside, watching his fingers disappear inside her, exploring her. He looked up at her face which was flushed red with excitement, her nerves hidden with a smile.

Sam rubbed her exposed pussy gently with his clean fingers, and her whole body tingled with excitement. The return of his fingers to her pussy after such a prolonged absence was so welcome, her clit begging to be touched as he teased her by keeping his fingers just below it.

Despite the audience she started to sigh with satisfaction, letting her friend and the two guys hear noises that were usually reserved for the bedroom. She could feel her face screwing up with the contortion of pleasure, but as his hand started to rub more furiously, with the expertise that had come with practice, she couldn't help but be taken over by her arousal.

"My clit, fucking play with my clit," she ordered, wanting to do the job herself but knowing that he was in full control of her pussy.

Her complaint were unresolved, but he continued to tease her, manipulating her moist swollen lips between his experienced fingers, getting her more and more aroused but without giving her the clit play or penetration she so desperately needed to climax.

She noticed the clock behind Baz, counting down the minutes left until the ceremony was due to commence. There were less than ten minutes to go. She could have stayed here all day enjoying the warm satisfaction that was filling her body, but she had somewhere to be, and before that something had to happen. His cock needed to fill her, but not in the way that her body was desperately begging for. Her tingling pussy was going to have to wait, it was her anus that was going to have to accommodate him.

"You need to get in me, now!" she instructed him.

Their friends and family would be taking their seats just a five minute walk away, waiting for her to walk up the aisle in her beautiful dress, completely oblivious to the fact that here she was with it lifted up, begging her groom to take her from behind.

The rubbing stopped as Sam lubed up his cock some more for good measure. He knew it would not take much for him to come, to orgasm inside her tight virgin back passage. He'd never imagined his beautiful Chantelle begging him to take her that way, to fill her up from behind whilst leaving her wet pussy empty.

He parted her butt cheeks again and dripped some of the lube onto her tight anal bud, then pushed the head of his cock against her, the tightness of her rear entry contrasting with how easily his cock would have slid inside her moist pussy. He could feel her tense at the contact, then relax as she did her best to make herself ready for him. If he entered her now as his fiancée, tonight he would enter her as his wife.

Sam pushed himself in, gently but firmly, her passage opening out to accommodate him, the lube easing his access, but her tightness giving him an intense feeling, every inch more pleasurable than the last, his cock thanking him profusely for this new sensation.

Chantelle felt herself opened up by him, occupied by him. It was Sam's cock, she reminded herself, that cock she loved, that had given her so much pleasure, that was going to give her so much more pleasure over their married life. It was welcome in any part of her, even in her anus. She'd given him access to every other part of her ages ago, now it was time to give him access to the final part of her.

Her body was confused by what it was feeling; it knew it wanted him inside it, but it also knew that her pussy was still empty, whilst her backside felt strangely full. He pushed his full length inside, the feeling strange but not painful, intense but not unbearable. The feeling of his balls resting against her bottom was both familiar and strange at the same time.

Chantelle looked over at their audience. The two guys were focussed on the other end of the sofa to her head, watching Sam's cock bury itself deep inside her anus. She couldn't see what they were seeing but she could feel it: what was hidden to them was very obvious to her, squeezed tightly inside her back passage. She looked at Baz, the reason why Sam's cock was now up her backside, wondering if he'd ever expected she'd actually agree to this, hoping that he'd kept his side of the deal by booking the wedding as agreed.

Rochelle had her eyes fixed on Chantelle's face, her expression one of nervous fascination. Chantelle wondered if Rochelle had ever taken it up her anus, wondered how Rochelle felt about the fact that Chantelle was positioned there in front of her on her hands and knees with a large cock fully inserted into her bottom.

The guys both had prominent bulges in their trousers; Chantelle looked at Rochelle's crotch, wondering if she had a moist pussy, wondering if she was waiting for this to be over so that she could go and spend some private time with her own pussy. Rochelle was lucky as a girl that she could hide her own arousal, but bride Chantelle had been denied that modesty, with everyone seeing just how excited she was.

Sam started to thrust himself very slowly in and out, groaning and grunting with pleasure. He wished now that he had tried anal ages ago, and was grateful to Baz for giving him the opportunity to enjoy this secret pleasure. He'd been looking forward to the wedding night for ages, but Baz's early wedding present to him had already made his wedding day.

His gentle thrusts were partially out of consideration for his fiancée, wanting to allow her to adjust to this new sensation, making sure he didn't hurt her, and partially out of wanting to make himself last. After a month of masturbation only, he was finding it very difficult to hold off from his climax. Having given him the gift, Baz was also taking it from him, the pre-wedding rule making a long session inside her impossible.

Sam loved to play with Chantelle's tits - they were his favourite feature of her. His hands itched to grab and squeeze and tickle, but they were buried under piles of white fabric, completely inaccessible to him, so instead he played with her pussy, finally treating her to that pleasure she had been craving for so long.

Chantelle had always had a very sensitive clit, especially when she was as aroused as she was now, and Sam's expert touch more than compensated for the fact that her pussy was empty. She was starting to get used to that gentle thrust of his hard cock up her anus, starting to appreciate that unusual and unfamiliar sensation coming from all those nerve endings his cock was rubbing against.

She loved how gentle he was being with her, how even in these strange surroundings, even under these unusual rules, he was thinking of her, doing his best to make it comfy and enjoyable for her. But her eye was on the time again. Five minutes until the ceremony. She'd come so far, done so much, taken a thrusting cock up her anus, but she needed him to cum in the next five minutes to make it all worthwhile.

"Harder, baby," she asked between panting, barely able to believe she was uttering those words, hoping her poor bottom would forgive her.

Sam was too aroused to ask questions, quickening his thrusts, moaning and groaning and swearing and telling her how beautiful she was. The pleasure became ever more overwhelming, the control of his gentle motions abandoned now as he now thrust as hard as he could, giving his body over to his instincts. Chantelle panted and screwed her face up against the intensity of his new approach, looking down at her wedding dress and focussing on walking up the aisle as she reminded herself why she had agreed to this and desperately waiting for that... twitch.

Sam's climax came as a relief to both Chantelle and himself; for Chantelle because the thrusting subsided just as it was becoming hard to manage, for Sam because he had finally released all the pent up desire that had built within him over the past month, and done it in the most pleasurable way he had ever experienced.

Chantelle's pussy still buzzed with arousal, her whole body still hot and red and tingling. A cock in her pussy was off the cards, but she desperately needed his attention returned to her clit, needed him to push her over the edge, to give her her own climax.

But Sam was pulling up his pants behind her now, standing up whilst she was still in position, her pussy and butt still presented for action. Rochelle approached Chantelle and said "c'mon honey, we've got to get you married."

Chantelle wanted to talk to Sam, discuss what had just happened, cuddle and kiss him and get her arms all over him now she was allowed, hump his leg, have him rub her to orgasm. But Baz and Adam were already leading Sam off, hurrying to the room where they were to get married before he had even straightened his fine clothing.

Rochelle could never have imagined having to assist Chantelle in this situation when she agreed to be chief bridesmaid, but she did her job admirably. She had been holding on to Chantelle's knickers since she removed them for her what seemed like an age ago. She helped Chantelle back into them, pleased that her friends private parts were now covered again, her modesty restored. As she pulled the underwear back up her friend's legs, she couldn't help but notice that her friend's pussy was still slightly moist and aroused.

Chantelle stood up and together they straightened her dress to cover her properly again, just as the clock chimed to signal the time that was the start of the ceremony. Chantelle had kept her part of the deal, and now it was time for her reward.

As the two hurried over to the venue, Rochelle nervously asked:

"How was it?"

Chantelle thought for a second.

"OK actually... it... it felt quite nice once I got used to it... until the end."

Rochelle smiled. She'd winced herself as she'd watched how hard Sam had taken Chantelle towards the end.

"Are you sore?" she asked.

"A little bit," Chantelle admitted. "Not horrible sore, just that I can still feel where he was, it's weird."

"You're going to be walking up the aisle, thinking about his cock up your butt, aren't you?" Rochelle asked.

"Yeah," Chantelle smiled. "I mean - I've still got his cum in there."

They walked back the fire breathers, dressed exactly as Chantelle had specified. Baz had done as he had promised; this was the moment out of her fantasies brought to life. She paused for a second to watch as a tower of flame erupted from one of the men's mouths.

She looked at Rochelle, who had a faraway look on her face. She was clearly still thinking about Chantelle's last comment. Chantelle's arousal had almost completely subsided now, her mind shifting to today's ceremony, the commitment she was just about to make. But her excitement made her tingle just a little more, heightened her senses just a little above the usual. She imagined Rochelle was feeling the same.

"Did you... how did you feel about that? What you saw?" Chantelle asked.

"I was getting a bit - you know," Rochelle said, looking down at her own crotch, blushing slightly.

Chantelle smiled.

"He's... he's quite hot, that Baz guy, isn't he?" Rochelle ventured. "Do you think he's single?"

"I don't know," Chantelle admitted. "Shall I ask him?"

Rochelle suddenly went all shy but said quietly, "well, y' know, only if it... comes up in conversation or something."

They had reached the entrance to the large room in which the ceremony was being held. It was time.

Chantelle walked up the aisle, everyone there as promised, the venue exactly how she had dreamed. Sam was stood there at the end of the aisle, waiting for her. She looked stunningly beautiful, and he couldn't believe he was getting to marry her. It was a totally different view to the one he had had just five minutes before, but he loved both.

Whilst he was excited and aroused, he wanted nothing more than to see Chantelle naked and thrust himself inside her, but now he was satisfied and calm, seeing her beautiful smile, her body adorned in that expensive, perfect dress, he couldn't have been a happier guy.