AUTHOR = JAX
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I sat at the back of the church. The service was just finishing and soon the new bride and her husband would be walking back up the aisle. Boy did she look good dressed in white, but then she always did, no matter what she was wearing or how little. I could see her smiling at her guests until her eyes found mine. Her smile froze and worry lines appeared on her brow; then she was gone into the sunlight. I watched from the edge of the crowd while the happy couple was being photographed.
"What are you doing here?" a sharp voice said.
I turned and there was Eve, the bride's younger sister and, by the look of her, her chief bridesmaid. "Hi Eveie," I smiled at her. Eve and I had got it on together just the once when she was very drunk and I had taken advantage of the situation. "Couldn't let her get married without wishing her well," I said.
"Are you going to the reception?" she asked, looking worriedly over towards her sister.
"No, I've not been invited," I said, "but I may drop by later just for a drink."
"Best if you didn't," she said, her face showing her increased worry at my suggestion.
"Tell you what, why don't you bring a drink out for me... say about ten, and I'll drink to her health without coming in," I offered.
"What? Please, no I can't," she gulped. "Can't you just leave?" I didn't have to say anything, I just stared at her. "Okay, I'll see what I can do," she said, then turned and walked away.
Once all the pictures were complete, the bride and groom walked around their guests and kissed and hugged all the friends and relations. At last she came to me. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.
"You look good," I said.
"Thanks," she replied, but the worried look was back on her face. "You're not going to cause any trouble, are you? Please."
"Of course not," I smiled. It wasn't one of my nice smiles though.
"Please, I got to go," she said with a strained smile, "we'll talk later, OK?"
"Sure, you go and enjoy your day," I said.
I don't know what I was expecting really. We had parted on good terms, but I was remembering all those good times together; there was no one who enjoyed herself as much as our Clare. I sat in my car, my eyes closed thinking about our times together. She always had a perfect figure and slim long legs that would open for me whenever I wanted. Oh my, but she was a great fuck, and there she was dressed in white. I wonder what she told her hubby about her past. Nothing if she had any sense. I had stopped on impulse, but now that I had seen her again, things had changed.
I drove home, had a shower, and put on my best suit, ready to go to the reception. I still had an hour to kill, so from the back of the wardrobe I fished out a shoebox containing my stash of photographs. It wasn't hard to find a picture of Clare, at least half of them were of her in all sorts of compromising positions. I hadn't looked at them for a couple of years, but instantly the memories came flooding back. Oh my, she was really built -- large firm tits on her slim frame. Just looking at her images had got me hard. One by one I looked at her pictures. Most just showed her naked or nearly so, but there were a few where I had captured her doing something naughty. This one showed her holding two hard cocks up to her mouth; neither was mine, if I remember right. This one did show me taking her from the rear with Danny pushing his hard one into her mouth. The next couple showed the same, but from different angles. I can't remember who had taken the picture though, but I expect he got his share later. There's no doubt about it, she was a fun girl. I put the pictures back. My hard cock told me I wanted to push it into her again.
Time to go. I drove to the reception and parked up. Time to see if I could get lucky. Dead on ten, out came Eve, still dressed in her bridesmaid's outfit.
"My, don't you look good," I commented taking the half-empty bottle of champers off her.
Eve was never a slim thing like her older sister; she was always carrying a few extra pounds. I can remember pounding into her naked body and watching her moving delightfully under my onslaught.
"I can't stay long," she said drunkenly.
"Right then, give us a kiss and you can get off," I said.
She came into my arms as we kissed; she was all sloppy from the drink. My hand found her tits encased in her pink dress. Looking at her sister's pictures had got me hard and her pussy was a good place to put it, at least for tonight. My hand found its way under her long skirt and onto her damp knickers. I unzipped and, pushing her gusset aside, I slipped into her.
"Oh no, we mustn't," she mumbled. Too late slut, I thought for I was already pounded into her. "Oh no," she sighed, but her hips were moving back at each of my thrusts. She wasn't going to last long, but then neither was I. I held on just long enough and then pumped my sperm into her limp body. I pulled out and zipped up.
"Yeah, that was nice," I leered at her. "Now off you go and see your sister off on her honeymoon. You know where I live. Call around sometime and we'll do this again properly."
With that I left her leaning against the rear wall of the village hall. Not too bad, I would love to fuck her some more and with a little luck I would. The thought of getting them both into my bed at the same time flitted into my brain and despite just coming, I was hard again.
Three weeks passed and I hadn't seen either of them. Then one evening the phone rang.
"Yeah," I said.
"Hi, it's me, Clare," she said. "Fancy a drink?"
"Sure," I said.
"Meet me tomorrow at our usual place at seven, OK?" she offered.
"Okay," I agreed.
Our usual was the Royal Oak down by the Canal, and only fifteen minutes late in walked Clare.
"Hi," she kissed my cheek.
"How did your honeymoon go?" I asked.
"Don't please, I know you. You're going to cause me trouble," she said, a frown on her pretty face.
"Clare, my love," I smiled, "you've got it all wrong. I have no intentions of fucking up your marriage.
"Yeah right," she said in disbelief. "Please, I'll do anything you want, just don't cause me any trouble."
"Clare, you don't know how happy I am to hear you say that," I said with a broad smile, "but I never had any thoughts about mucking you about," I lied.
"Well okay," she said, but her voice still betrayed her doubts. "I've got to get back before ten. Bill will be home shortly after."
"Okay, then let's go," I said finishing off my pint.
She didn't waste any time, for just as soon as the front door closed behind us, her clothes were off.
"Where do you want me?" she asked.
"On the sofa," I said, knowing that the video camera I had set up was focused on it from across the room.
I kissed her lips and then moved down to her large tits. They were slightly less firm than I remembered, but then it had been a couple of years since I last had them in my hands.
"Mmm, that's nice," she cooed. I unzipped and pushed it into her already wet pussy. "Oh yes you bastard, push your big one into me," she whispered in my ear. Looks like her husband was a small dick, wimp too. This was to be savoured. Slowly, I thrust into her while squeezing her tits and kissing their nipples. "Come on you bastard, fuck me hard," she shouted, moving her hips against me.
With a big smile on my face I watched as her orgasm overtook her and her hips twitched against me a couple of times, then she was still. I pulled out and moved out of the way so the camera could see her exposed naked body.
"Oh my, you bastard," she smiled, "I'd forgotten how good it was with you."
"Yeah, but I hadn't forgotten what a great fuck you are," I said. "I got your old pictures out the other night. Man you were wild in those days, do you remember?"
"Oh yes, it was great fun," she said, now sitting up and combing her hair with her fingers. "You won't show them to anybody, will you?" she said, suddenly wary.
"Don't be silly," I said.
"Please, you won't will you?" she said, now very frightened.
"Clare, my love," I said cuddling up to her, taking her tits in my hand, "have you ever known me to do something cheap and nasty like that?"
But I could see she wasn't convinced. "Please, I'll come over whenever I can, but it's not easy," she said.
"What about lunch times?" I asked.
"Oh yes, that'll be easier," she acknowledged.
"Good, ring me when you're free," I said. "Now you better get dressed and get on home."
I rewound the tape and played it back on the large TV. Boy did she look good with her legs wide open. I wrote the date on the tape and locked it away for future viewing.
* * * *
"Are you fucking Clare again?" said an angry Eve. It was a couple of days later and I had answered a knock on my front door.
"Sure," I replied, "your sister is always a good fuck."
"You bastard," she said, "if her husband finds out he'll leave her."
"So, what do I care," I smiled at her pretty face.
"You fucking bastard," she hissed at me.
"Tell you what, Eveie," I leered at her, "why don't you take her place?"
"What? How dare you," she spat back at me.
"Here, I'll make you a drink," I said, turning the video camera on as I passed. After two drinks she had calmed down enough for me to put my arm around her shoulders. "Why do you think she comes around here, love?" I asked. "It's not because she loves me, but she gets something from me she can't get at home."
"And what's that then?" she asked slightly drunk.
"Wild sex," I said, "undiluted passion."
"Yeah," she sighed, "she always said you were a good fuck."
"Well, you know from personal experience, Eveie," I said, "I'm always good." My hand was now cupping her tits and gently squeezing.
"No, stop that," she said, pushing my hand away.
"Eveie, this is what you came around for," I said, squeezing harder.
"No, no you bastard," she said, but I could tell her resistance was weakening. I pushed her flat on the sofa and kissed her, squeezing both of her tits hard. "No, no please stop," she whispered, but of course I just carried on stripping her naked and thrusting into her sopping pussy.
"Yeah, you love it, don't you slut?" I said into her ear.
"No, please stop," she said, but her hips were moving against me. Oh my, what a body she had; her large plump tits moved with each of my thrusts. "Oh yes, you bastard," she shouted, as she came for the first time. I pumped a big load into her twitching body.
I let her lay there for a few minutes then I grabbed her head and forced my limp cock into her mouth.
"Suck me slut," I ordered, and soon I was hard again.
This time I pulled her on top, letting the camera get a good look at her plump body.
"Come on slut," I demanded, "move that fat arse of yours."
She was grinding herself onto me hard and soon she arched her back and came again hard. This time I pulled out and pumped my goo down her throat.
"Oh fuck me," she sighed.
"Yeah, you're my fuck slut now," I said.
"Yeah, yeah, okay," she said.
"Right, get dressed. I'll ring you when I need you again," I said harshly. I kicked her out and retrieved the tape. As I watched it for the second time, the phone rang.
"It me, Clare," she said, "can I see you tomorrow?"
"Sure, I'll be in at lunchtime for you," I confirmed.
"Good, see you then," she said and hung up.
What I needed to do now was to get them both around here together. Oh my, I was hard again just thinking about the two of them, naked and my video camera catching every move they made.
THE END
