Chapter 2

I woke late and lay, warm and cosy, my mind wandering over all kinds of things especially the farmworkers prick flooding my throat. My heart missed a beat as, suddenly, I remembered that today was to be my wedding day. But did I want it? Did I want marriage to Rob? Did I want to be tied down? My fingers strayed to my vagina as I thrilled to my memories of the previous evening. Did I want to tie myself to one, not very exciting man, or freely explore my newly discovered desire to exhibit myself to strangers? Stripping? No I was quite sure that my future path did not lie that way.

I liked my job as secretary to the sales manager in a large international engineering firm. My boss was a very strong minded thirty eight year old woman, Miss Ferguson. Not Ms, nor Mrs - Miss. She was tall, slim and very elegant. She always dressed well in tailored suits which showed off her beautiful legs, and her sales team, all of them men, if they were not afraid of her, held her in high esteem. She always treated me with kindness and respect, and I liked her very much. We were both very upset when, the previous month, we’d just missed out on the bonus prize for the best performing sales team in the country. It had been a close thing. The prize had been a weekend in a luxurious hotel in the country and both Miss Ferguson and I had been disappointed. I had never heard her speak of a man in her life but she visits her ageing parents regularly.

“Toni, Tonieee! Are you getting up? There’s a lot to do! Come on Kim’s here.” It was my Mum, more keyed up than me today.

“Send Kim up! I’ll get up. What time is the hairdresser coming?”

My bedroom door opened and Kim my bridesmaid came in saying, “You’ve got half an hour. This place is a disaster area! What’ve you been doing?”

“Oh, I got in late last night and just dumped everything.”

“And just what were you out late doing?” She held up one of my stockings which was stiff with dried semen. “This looks like Mike had his wicked way with you!”

“Not just Mike.” It was out before I could stop it.

Kim’s mouth dropped open, “Tell, come on, tell your best mate!”

So I went through the events of the night before, getting more and more embarrassed and with Kim getting more and more astonished. As my story got wilder Kim slipped her hand under her mini skirt and I could see her fingers rubbing gently between her legs.

“That’s the Kind of thing I get involved in,” she gasped. “Its not like you, you’re too sensible.” She shivered.

“The thing is, I’m worried that I don’t really want to get married. I enjoyed myself so much last night. Why tie myself down to Rob?”

“Now let’s not get cold feet. Rob’s a good bloke, he loves you and he’s got a great job. Bankers are never hard up. You’re gonna have a great life! Understand?”

She took her hand away.

“You’ve just had a really good fuck, that’s all. You can get that anywhere, any time, but good men, good husbands, don’t grow on trees. Now no more of this! Right! Get in the shower and I’ll clear all this crud before your mum sees the evidence.”

Kim’s down to earth practicality blew away most of my doubts. After all I reasoned, I wasn’t going to die, I was only getting married!

I had my shower and came back, naked, into my bedroom.

Kim looked me up and down,” You, Toni, you don’t know how lucky you are. I scrub up quite well, but you don’t need make any effort. You’re beautiful, with a body most girls would give up Brad Pitt for.”

I looked at myself in my full length mirror noting high breasts and long legs. I nodded.

“Yeah Kim, sorry, I should count my blessings instead of moaning.” I walked over to her and gave her a kiss. “You’re a good friend.”

Kim caressed my thigh. “You know after the rehearsal at the church the other day?” I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Kim was now stroking my pubic hair with the back of her hand.

“Well, I made a play for the vicar. Did you notice how gorgeous he was?” I nodded again twitching as Kim’s finger slipped over my clit. “All he could say was Toni this and Toni that. He was really smitten! I didn’t get a look in. Do you know how demoralizing that is?”

She pushed two fingers hard, twisting them far up into me, pulled out and moved away. She didn’t notice that I sagged as she removed her hand. She probably hadn’t been aware of what she was doing in the first place! We’d kissed, cuddled, touched and caressed since we’d met at five years old in infant school. No way were we lesbian but we knew one another’s bodies intimately.

She brightened as she absent mindedly sucked on her sticky fingers.

“What a side-splitter it would be if you’d fucked the vicar who married you!” She put her tongue out and ran it over her wet digits, her eyes twinkled above. “Can you just imagine! Fucking all three, the vicar, groom and best man”

For a moment we giggled with impish delight. Then Kim said, “Oh well, a bit late now.” The moment passed but the gentle pulse in my vagina stirred by Kim’s caress and fuelled by dirty vicar thoughts stayed.

The morning passed in a bewildering jumble of impressions and activities. Hairdresser, florist, confirmation that cars were booked, oh - and a million and one little things, including snappy short tempers. My fair hair was up. I felt really sexy in my white underwear. Stockings, French knickers and an uplift bra. My wedding dress was a cloud of white lace and my veil sat brightly on my head. Finally, I was standing with my Dad watching my Mum and Kim climb into the wedding car for the fifteen minute trip to the church. We would be alone for the last time for only about half an hour whilst the car returned for us.

“Happy darling?” My Dad’s voice was hoarse.

“I think so Dad.” We rather sadly passed our last minutes as father and daughter.

The car finally came and dropped us off at the foot of the flight of steps leading up to the church doors. The vicar and Kim were waiting in front of the huge doors and Kim was effervescent, almost hopping up and down in her long elegant bridesmaids dress.

“I’m afraid there’s been a bit of a delay.” His words and his face told two different stories. He should have been serious but he seemed delighted. “It’s nothing terribly serious but the best-man and the bridegroom have witnessed an accident and the police want statements. I told them that the church is free for the rest of the day so there’s no panic about time and that they could give the statements whilst their memories are fresh. They’ll be along in fifteen minutes or so.”

“Fifteen minutes or so!” Kim was bubbling, eyes shining.

The vicar turned to my Dad, “If you go inside to your wife sir, she’s a little worried, I’ll take these two young ladies round the outside of the church to the vestry to wait there.”

Kim nearly yanked my arm out of its socket as she dragged me over the uneven flag stones to a small door in the side of the building. “Its all sorted but we’ll have to be quick!”

I grinned as I realised what was going on. I wish that I could say that I hesitated, but with the vicar hard on my heels I got carried away with the moment. The thumping of my heart and the moisture between my thighs made me gather up my skirts and scamper along with Kim.

We burst into the small dusty vestry where the clergy got changed for services. Round the walls black cassocks and white surplices hung from hooks. There was a bookcase against the opposite wall beside a door which led into the church and through which the murmur of the congregation could be heard. In the centre of the floor was an old wooden table. It was against this that Kim leaned me as the vicar stumbled into the room. He was ready for the service, dressed in an ankle length black cassock, a non too clean white surplice and a stole.

“Now,” Kim was all action. “We mustn’t get this creased.” She lifted the back of my dress up and spread it over the table behind me. She came round to my side and very carefully lifted the front up in a long roll so that I could barely see over it.

The vicar stared. Of course I couldn’t see what he was looking at but I knew that my legs in their white stockings were stunning and that my pubic hair was a outlined as a dark patch through the translucent material of my French knickers.

“Come on then bishop! If you want this we ain’t got all day.” That was Kim! Cheekily promoting our humble curate whilst urging him on.

“Err. Ah are you going to...?”

“Stay? Yes, of course I’m going to stay, I organised this, I demand to be part of it. Anyway if I don’t look after this dress she’ll go into church looking as if she’d been fucked!” Kim giggled. “Come on man!”

Galvanised he lifted to his waist the ankle length cassock and pulled off his trousers and underpants.

“Will you just look at that! Toni I told you were a lucky bitch!” Kim’s eyebrows crept up her forehead. I couldn’t see! I was going to be fucked by I man whose name I didn’t know by a cock I couldn’t see! I wriggled to try to get a peek.

“Hold still Toni. I don’t think that he can hit a moving target!” Kim sniggered, her breath a little short, she was excited and getting involved, “She’s wearing French knickers, you can fuck her up one of the legs they’re wide enough!”.

The cleric licked his fingers and I quivered as he transferred saliva to my slit needlessly moistening it.

“If she was any wetter you’d need Wellington boots! Come on! She’s ready, get on with it! We don’t have time for romance!”

Her chatter was distracting but she was right! I was more than ready. I was resting with my arms beside and behind me and my elbows were cramping with lust and strain.

With all this urging he slipped the end of his dick into my entry. I thrilled and stiffened! I sighed as Kim reached between my legs and, with two fingers, spread the lips of my cunt around the shaft. My female lair was running wet and soaking my lace knickers with welcoming moisture. It offered no resistance at all to the smooth progress of this thumping erection. Oh yes it was thumping, I could feel it! It was the perverse situation that excited me. Not only was fucking the Vicar horrific enough but to have Kim holding and guiding his prick into me was disgusting. I loved it and shivered as he drove home!

The vicar set a fast pace. What it lacked in finesse it made up for with enthusiasm. Kim’s fingers stroked and caressed my button in time with him as the weapon drove to and fro. Pretty soon my torso was jerking and twitching. I couldn’t support myself and had to grab his neck to hold myself up. It was difficult to say who was breathing hardest. The vicar was moaning and groaning but Kim was panting hard too.

I came! The cock combined with Kim’s fingers proved just too much. As usual my orgasm shattered me and for long moments I was only half aware of what was going on. When I came to, my vicar was well on the way to his own climax and Kim’s eyes were riveted on the slimy hard meat driving in and out of me.

For a time I watched almost dispassionately, jerking, recovering, as the folds of my wedding dress held in Kim’s arms rustled with the twitching, jabbing thrusts between my spread thighs. It was the grimace on the vicar’s face that started my lust again. His eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw was clenched and his breath rasped in his throat. He thrust wildly, jamming his rod hard into me and orgasmed. I gasped. I’d felt the hard jet of sperm splash into me. Over and over again he half pulled out only to drive his gushing jet of slime solidly up inside me.

The noise from the congregation rose, there was a knock on the door!

“Vicar, the groom’s here!” I froze but the vicar came again lifting my hips off the table as he did so.

He waited until he had spasmed and in a remarkably steady voice called, “Right oh! I’ll see you in a moment or two at the front door.” As he said this he was slow fucking to the end of of his climax his penis twitching and throbbing. “Make sure that the father of the bride is there to meet us!”

He flopped out of me and reached for his trousers.

“Oh no you don’t!” Kim’s grin was wicked. “You’re marrying this whore just as you’ve fucked her. Bare arse naked under that black cassock!” Kim’s fingers were still rotating the lips of my cunt. I jumped and squealed as she bent and kissed my wet pussy, “Come on Toni stand up now and we’ll make you presentable.”

Kim fussed around and in a few moments I was back at the front of the church beside my Dad. Ready to get wed.

As I walked down the aisle the vicars ordure soaked the crutch of my knickers and slithered over my thighs as far as my hold-ups.

Of the wedding itself I have only sketchy memories. I remember walking oozing down the aisle, each step releasing another trickle of scummy gel. Guests thought I was the proverbial happy bride but I was actually thinking that it was a good job that my dress was floor length. In a short skirt, kneeling at the altar would have been a problem. I remember Rob shaking by my side at the altar and the priest beginning the service. I sniggered when the vicar asked me about taking Rob and forsaking all others. But really it was Kim’s snort of derision that set me off. The thought of the slime covered dick hanging free under the cassock inches from my eyes set me off on another sex based daydream and my wedding passed in a blur of lust.

I began to come round at the reception. My memory began to clear, especially after we took to the floor for the first dance. Friends, family and workmates came round for a chat and to congratulate us. Miss Ferguson made a point of meeting Rob and wished us well. The noise level rose as the wine went down and I sat happily behind the head table. Rob had wandered off to chat with a group of his family. He had few friends which was why Mike had been roped in to fulfil the duties of a best man.