Hijinks at the head table

The second course came with a long, rambling story from some distant uncle and a shot of whisky for the bride. That was followed by a story in song from Eric's cousin and a shot for Penelope. By the time the main course was served the head table was nearly out of wine and the wedding party was already well on their way to being half cut.

Something knocked Eric's leg about the time he finished dinner. He looked to June, who had also felt something, then lifted the table cloth to see what was going on.

"You little minx."

A petite girl of brown skin had gotten under the table and crawled past most of the wedding party. Penelope, the polynesian princess, had then knelt between the best mans legs and started struggling with his belt.

"Dude," Fred, the best man, whispered to Eric. "Sorry if we're going too far, we can stop if you want."

Eric smiled and waved his hand. It was fine. Fred slid down in his chair to give the pint sized cocksucker easier access to what she wanted. Oh, did she want it.

Penelope worshipped cock. The moment Fred's half hard tool was out the bridesmaid let it rest on her face. She shuddered at the skin on skin contact, at the feeling of his growing heat. The mans musk filled her nostrils and settled as a haze over her mind. She took his sac into her mouth and, without thinking, began to massage his balls with her lips and tongue. The island beauties eyes fluttered half open. She was in her own world. They could have pulled the table cloth away, exposed her to the whole hall and she wouldn't have noticed or cared.

June chewed her bottom lip and whispered into her husbands ear.

"Fuck that's hot. Too bad I can't give you the same treatment. There's no way I could slip under the table without people noticing."

Eric wasn't going to let that stop her. She may have been the bride at a wedding, but there was a surefire way to let her move unnoticed. He pulled his phone from his jacket and sent a quick text. Across the hall, Teds pocket vibrated with instructions.

Distract the crowd
All eyes on you

He looked to the head table and nodded. The man had his mission. Eric watched as Ted got up on the little stage, took the mic in hand and ran his fingers across his laptop. A moment later, the distraction came.

"We're no strangers to love. You know the rules, and so do I..."

Eric and June said no karaoke. They emphasized; no karaoke. The issue wasn't that they didn't sometimes enjoy getting drunk and showing off their poor singing ability, it was that Ted was their DJ. The man couldn't sing. He couldn't hit or hold a note. But that was just what Eric needed. Not one person in the hall, other than Fred and Penelope, could look away from the trainwreck that was Ted's performance.

"What the fuck is he doing?"

June looked down to put her face in her palm when Eric's exposed, throbbing erection answered her question. The blonde gave her man a sly wink before sliding out of her seat and crawling under the table.

June kissed, licked and sucked her husband. She pumped his shaft with one silken glove while massaging his balls with the other. Penelope had shifted focus to the flared lip of Fred's head. She explored the sensitive region of the mans now rock hard phallus while still lost in her own hedonistic pleasure. He could do nothing but whimper and hold out for as long as he could.

"Oh shit. That's..."

Betty, the short haired brunette, slid over a few chairs to take June's vacant seat. Her knees parted and her dress rode up her thighs as she watched her friends suck dick. It didn't take much to expose her aching pussy. June made eye contact, cock in her mouth, and winked. Eric could swear the bridesmaid had herself a little orgasm right then and there. But, evidently, that wasn't enough. One hand slid between her legs while the other came to her chest. She pulled her dress to the side to expose one of her soft, round, pierced breasts.

"And IIIIII-e-IIIII will always love you-ououou..."

The ladies were hard at work. Both had taken to properly sucking off their respective cocks. June choked on her husband while Penelope, a young woman with no gag reflex, throat fucked herself on Fred. Betty moaned and groaned while she finger fucked herself with reckless abandon. The sounds they made were audible, vulgar, but thankfully muffled by Ted's best attempt to **** the very idea of music.

No one could be certain when Trixy returned to her seat next to Junes. The blue haired bimbo looked at the display of carnal pleasure, sipped her wine, then batted Betty's hand away. Her fingers replaced her friends. They found their way deep into her hungry hole to tease and please her swollen button. The brunette nearly passed out from the pleasure her friend brought to her g-spot.

Trixy then leaned forward to look down the table. Eric's other two groomsmen were watching what was going on and it was obvious they were bummed out over not taking part. She exposed one of her enhanced breasts to grab their attention, then made a cock sucking motion with her hand while pushing her tongue against the inside of her cheek. The maid of honor then slowly, clearly mouthed the word "Later".

"That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face you get sprung, want to pull up tough..."

Fred gripped Penelope by the head and **** her down as he reached his limit. She squirmed not in an attempt to free herself, but from her own sexual satisfaction reaching its peak. No one but the two of them could really know how much the best man had dumped down her throat, but it must have been a lot. After a full minute the island cockslut was released. She breathed deeply and took in what had happened, but clarity was with her only briefly. Her big brown eyes went wide at the sight of Eric jacking off onto June's tongue.

"Mmff, June..."

Penelope tugged at the bride's dress to grab her attention, not noticing that the blondes massive tits had been freed once again. She stuck out her own tongue and waited patiently. When Eric had finished, when the last dribble of white gold had been collected by his wife, Penelope got what she wanted. June grabbed her cheeks, stuck out her own tongue and let her husbands spunk pour into her friends mouth. It was a sloppy cum swap that left the brown skinned girls lips glazed. The bride made sure to clean her mess without using her hands.

Bettys thighs clamped around Trixys wrist. She had to bite her own finger to avoid screaming in pleasure. The brunette had always swung more towards women then men and seeing her friends swap cum and makeout while getting finger banged was more than she could bear. Her focus was so broken by the wave crashing through her body that she hardly noticed Eric trying to shoo her from his wife's chair.

Trixy helped her friend back to her seat while June and Penelope got out from under the table. None of the women bothered to cover their chests, not until after everyone was back where they were supposed to be.

"Thank-you, ladies and gentlemen! I'll be here all night!"

Those at the tables closer to the stage balled up their napkins and tossed them at Ted while the crowd boo'd.