The Groom Enters

As you entered the back of the church sanctuary you had a clear view to the altar. There stood Pastor Amanda, clad in a figure-hugging black dress that came to mid-thigh. The neckline dipped low, showing off her creamy skin and cleavage. you'd seen racier dresses at weddings, though not on the officiant. For most women this would be their sexiest little black dress, but you imagined that Pastor Amanda had many sexier dresses in her wardrobe.

As you stood admiring the way the pastor filled out her outfit you felt a hand slide into your pants pocket. The soft, gentle touch sent a shiver up your spine as the hand made its way into your pants and came to rest on your cock. The person who owned the hand then began to massage your erection, making it even more intense. You could see the woman out of the corner of your eye and the sight of her made you cum against her hand.

The pastor's outfit may have been inappropriate for an officiant, but the wedding planner's outfit was barely appropriate to be seen in public. The black top barely came together at her mid torso, revealing an amazing expanse of both cleavage and under boob. The matching skirt exposed miles of leg as it hugged her lush ass. She leaned into you and whispered "I'm sorry I missed you during the dinner - wedding emergencies for other clients. I wanted to make sure I slipped you my card today for the next time you need my services - which I suspect will be quite soon."

It took you a moment to realize why you would soon need the services of a wedding planner again, mostly due to a lack of blood to the brain.

"And that's still not the last time my touch will be too much for you." Her voice was like silk, wrapping around you and pulling you in. Only now did she slide her hand out of your pocket, having already gotten you hard again. You could feel something was in your pocket - it must be the card she mentioned. As she pulled away, you could see the satisfied smirk on her face, knowing she had gotten you hard again. Her touch was electric, sending shocks through your body that left you wanting more.

You carefully made your way to the front of the church, past the already seated guests. Looking over the assemblage you were struck by just how absolutely gorgeous all the women were that you and Sarah knew. They were all wearing dresses that complimented their figures perfectly, and it almost seemed impossible for so many hot women to be in a single wedding. A few of course caught special attention from your eyes. The first was your sister, sitting in her brilliant orange dress. The fabric hugged her curves in all the right places, and the color made her skin look even more radiant than usual. She looked absolutely stunning, and you couldn't help but feel aroused by the sight of her.

When she saw you looking her direction she slid her hand up the bottom of her dress and flashed you her bare pussy. The sight of her glistening lips and pink flesh made your cock stir in your pants. You quickly looked away, not wanting to get caught staring, but the image was burned into your mind. You would have to find a way to get a closer look later.

You turned away, not as quickly as a brother should have - to find Sarah's sisters opposite the aisle of your sister. Lisa was in a figure hugging blue dress that displayed a fantastic view of her cleavage, especially as she caught your eye and crossed her arms tightly under it, thrusting her chest out. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back in loose curls. She licked her lips and gave you a slow, seductive smile. Her brown eyes sparkled mischievously. You felt your cheeks flush and looked away quickly, but not before you saw the satisfied smirk on her face.

Mary's outfit was tight and low-cut, and it drew your eyes directly to her breasts. Her cleavage was deep and ample, and her nipples were hard and begging to be touched. When you finally tore your eyes away from her chest, you met her eyes. You had heard the term eye fucking before, but with one look Mary had just literally fucked you to completion from nearly ten feet away. Her eyes were smoldering and full of lust, and her lips were parted in a way that made your heart race. She looked like she wanted to devour you, and you could feel your body responding to her.

In front of them, sat Sarah's grandmother, who promptly stood to greet you. The feel of this old woman's body and the knowledge that she was 70 were so incongruous. And then she whispered in your ear, "Remember what I told you about begging for my touch?" as she slipped one hand off your back and down your trousers. "I see I'm not the first to get here today - but I think you'll agree, I'm the best." The smell of her perfume was overpowering, and the feel of her hand on your crotch was electric. You could feel your penis starting to harden again under her touch, and you knew that there was no turning back now.

You don't know what she was doing with her hand on your cock but you couldn't remember feeling anything so erotic in your life. Her grip was firm but gentle as she stroked you, her long nails grazing your skin in a way that made your whole body shudder. This woman was every bit as skilled as she had teased you she was, and you shot a fresh load into her hand in moments. Her eyes were alight with pleasure as she brought you to climax, and you knew that this was only the beginning.

"Oh, and this is my daughter Caroline - Linda's sister, Sarah's aunt.", she gestured to the woman sitting next to her with one hand while the other slowly trailed a finger nail up your already hardening cock before leaving your pants. You were impressed with yourself that you managed to tear your eyes off of Cassandra to follow her introduction and we're greeted with an image that made you glad you did as the woman stood to greet you.

In heels the woman stood slightly taller than you, which made it easy for her to pull your head into her chest as she hugged you. Her perfume was a mix of vanilla and jasmine, and it was intoxicating. "Welcome to the family - we're going to get to know each other VERY well tonight.", she said boldly, as without the accompany massaging of your crotch with her legs that came with the statement, it sounded perfectly innocent. Her eyes were a deep brown, and they were flecked with gold. Her lips were full and luscious, and they parted slightly as she spoke. She was wearing a dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, and you could see the outline of her breasts and hips. She was absolutely stunning, and you felt your heart beat a little faster as she looked at you.

It was only when she released the hug that you noticed the dress she was wearing was white - a cardinal sin at another woman's wedding as it competed directly with the bride. And you knew already that was a competition that Sarah, your bride, was going to lose badly. You hadn't seen Sarah's wedding dress, but you couldn't see how it could compare with the figure hugging dress Caroline was wearing, with the slit up to her hip and a plunging neckline exposing her deep, magnificent cleavage. The dress was made of a thin, clinging fabric that hugged her every curve. It was the kind of dress that was meant to be seen and appreciated. And it was certainly doing its job. Sarah's wedding dress, in comparison, was going to be a disaster. Caroline's skin was bronzed and her dark hair flawlessly caressed her bare shoulders. She was tall and thin, with long legs that seemed to go on forever. She was the kind of woman who made heads turn when she walked into a room. Sarah was pretty, but she was no match for Caroline.

You finally made it to the front of the church, and Pastor Amanda again stood directly behind you, pressing herself against your backside. You could feel that her crotch was wet against your ass. "I must admit, seeing you walking past and getting close to all those incredibly gorgeous women on your way up to worship me at the altar got me very, very hot." She whispered in your ear, her breath hot and heavy. Your shock at the sacrilegious comment about her being worshiped at the church's alter was trumped by the fact that you could imagine doing exactly that. You could imagine kneeling down at her feet, kissing her toes, and running your hands up her legs. You could imagine worshiping her body with your mouth and your hands, and you could feel your erection becoming harder still at the thought.