The Reception

The reception hall was mostly silent, the crowd's attention fully upon the bridal couple as they performed the cake ceremony.

The wedding cake had been brought to the main table and the groom was standing before it as his bride carefully took down his pants. His penis wasn't erect and there was more than a few comments and whispers about this apparent lack of virility. Eventually after a minute of stroking from Olivia where the bride smiled around the room somewhat awkwardly, he became hard enough to perform the ceremony.

She unwound the white ribbon from her inner thigh and gracefully wrapped it around the base of his shaft, creating a bow on top. When this was complete, Olivia directed him to lower down a bit and pressed the head of his dick into the side of the cake, covering it in frosting.

Then Olivia proceeded to carefully lick and suck Bryan's shaft, cleaning it in a obviously choreographed blowjob that was reminiscent of her earlier task during the wedding ceremony.

Sharon's attention was torn from the ceremony by an annoying asshole.

"How you doing, beautiful?", his hand slid, underneath her arm to cup her boob.

Sharon held up her left hand, showing off her wedding band, "Yea, no."

The guido with far too much product in his slick backed hair kept trying, "But is hubby here tonight? Don't you want to have a little fun? Get freaky on a special occasion like tonight?" His hand was still fondling her tit.

The truth was that she was more than a little ****, so she felt fine sighing and asking, "How big is your dick, guy?"

"Oh it's plenty big for you, baby." was the idiot's instant reply and she rolled her eyes. Why did she think that was a good tactic?

"Well, my husband is here and he has a big fat eight dick for me so unless you've got him beat...?" she lied as she finally pushed his hand off of her chest and she was gratified when the asshole got the hint and shoved off.

Thank god. The reception had been going on for about an hour now. The band was actually pretty good and it was an open bar so she was having a pretty good time. The bar was pretty crowded but she'd already ordered both her and Mark's drinks. There were five bartenders working so it wouldn't be that long. Up at the main table, she could see Olivia and her husband along with the maid of honor and the former Best Man, Bryan. No doubt the speeches were about to happen. Bryan still had to give his even though Nick was the Best Man now. That responsibility didn't switch for obvious reasons. What would Nick have to talk about other than how nice a fuck Olivia was? That thought made Sharon half laugh with amusement.

God, that had been so hot. As a bridesmaid, she'd had a perfect view of the bedding ceremony. Nick's cock had been so incredibly huge, so perfect. It made her so randy, recalling how the stud had brought her to orgasm so many times yesterday at the restaurant and that was BEFORE his magnificent penis had entered the equation. Watching him take Olivia had been an extremely erotic experience, seeing that penis of his plunging in and out of her bitch-friend's cunt had made her so awkwardly wet just standing there in the middle of the church.

God. Her thoughts were so lewd.

She really should slow down with drinking.

The bartender returned with her margarita and Mark's wheat beer. She left the bar and made her way carefully through the crowded hall to their table. It was fortunate that Karen had volunteered to DD for the night. Her DUI last year had liitle bright sides but that was one for Sharon. Certainly she respected her twin's dedication to remaining sober even as she felt bad about her own desire to get trashed which could only rub it in for her sister.

She paused in her trip when her eyes fell upon Nick at a table with four women bent over it. All of them either had been divested of their dresses or their skirts were flipped up to reveal their rear ends.

God, her pussy was so hot. Olivia couldn't help but drift over to get another chance to see Nick's dick. And sure enough, she was rewarded. His slacks and boxers were tangled around his ankles as he sat in his chair at the table and his intensely titillating erection was sticking out for all to see.

Sharon felt her nipples press against her dress, achy and nearly as hard as his dick as she stared. Nick hadn't notice her, given that there were at least a half-dozen women hovering nearby ostensibly chatting with each other, but obviously ogling his perfect penis, this wasn't that surprising. Especially since he was far too distracted by the attractive women he was currently fondling. His hands moved from well-rounded or excessively tight butt from the outside in, slapping a cheek here, grasping there, and even sliding inside to finger a no doubt wet slit here as he went.

Then all of a sudden, he was on his feet and sliding his huge prick into one of the women before him, his hands thrusting between the cheeks of a woman to either side. He thrust powerfully, bouncing his hips off of her butt with sharp little slaps that were accompanied by the cries of pleasure coming from her mouth as well as the middle-aged absurdly busty cougar to his right and the barely legal seeming nose-ring wearing teenager on his left as he forcefully pounded their slits with his hands.

"Ungh! It's so thick!" Called out a familiar voice and Sharon was rather shocked to realize that the woman Nick was currently feeding his tremendous shaft was none other than her twin sister! How had she missed the spitting image of her own ass bent over that table in the very same white lacey garter belt and thong that she'd chosen?

Karen crooned like some ridiculous facsimile of a porn star, "OHMYGOD-your dick is too big! It's never been this deep! The deepest part of me! Too big!"

The curly haired teenager spoke up, craning her neck and twitching around the hand Nick currently had plunging in and out of her pussy, "Ah! Ungh! Fuck! If its too big for you, let me have it! Please, Fuck me Nick! I can take it!"

Sharon stared. Then she took a long drink of her margarita. The desire to walk a bit closer and get Nick's attention was almost overwhelming but given the fact that he was currently buried balls deep inside of her, there was little doubt that her sister could rightfully call dibs on this one. Plus! Not to mention she was happily married to her averagely endowed husband! Averagely? Seriously, she needed to stop drinking.

Sharon returned to her table and leaned in to Mark's arm as his hand rubbed her lower back.

"Thanks, babe." he said as she slid his beer in front of him, "Look's like it is just about time for the father-daughter dance..." He said it with a perverted lilt in his voice as he bobbed his eyebrows up and down.

Sharon lightly slapped his cheek and warmly admonished him, "Stop."

Even if she didn't really like Olivia, this was too precious a moment to let her husband's crass behavior ruin. Though as her eyes fell on the bride standing at the mic with her father hovering nearby, Sharon had to censure her own self as she felt an undignified tingling in her nethers. Stop. It wasn't erotic. It was beautiful and touching. Olivia had changed into pink lingerie, garter belts and stockings with no panties at all. The bra was quarter-cup, the bride's big fake breasts completely exposed. Something about the light color or perhaps it was her nervous body language, but Olivia somehow wasn't coming across as a total bitch at the moment.

There was a spotlight on her and she held a piece of paper. She was blushing and soon she was starting to speak as her father rubbed her shoulder comfortingly.

What followed was an honestly touching speech from daughter to father and it expressed a depth of real emotion, Sharon had honestly not been sure the bride had even been capable of. However, Sharon soon became too distracted to follow it as Nick walked out onto the open space of the dance floor.

He had apparently finished up with Karen but was still going strong as he held the curly-haired teenager from before from underneath her knees as her legs stuck out to either side. Her pussy was currently stretched around his magnificent prick and he stopped moving every so often to rapidly thrust his hips up into her. Then he picked her up and bounced her on his cock, the girl crying out with her head thrown back as she held onto him with her hands around his neck.

Eventually, the couple turned so that Sharon could no longer catch glimpses of Nick's beautiful dick so her interest waned as the well-hung guy having his way with whatever random girl caught his eye was rather normal. She was far more interested in the father-daughter dance as Olivia had just finished her speech and after wiping tears from her eyes and handing her piece of paper to her mother who was hovering nearby looking ready to burst into tears of pride herself, she knelt down and reached out to undo her father's pants.

The older man was already completely hard. His size wasn't anything noteworthy and Sharon was somewhat disappointed.

Mark snorted and touched her arm, "I think her dad's bigger than Bryan too. This can not be good for the poor guy's confidence..."

She shot him a disapproving look, "There's hardly a difference. You need to get your eyes checked. It's not like he's the best man or anything."

He shrugged and their conversation petered off as they watched Olivia suck her father's cock, her blonde head bobbing and her eyes peering up at him lovingly.

It did not take long before her father was urging her up and she was turning around and bending over. His hands hungrily stroked her body paying particular attention to that absurdly fat ass before he was tugging her g-string down. Then he was standing and guiding himself in with a huge grin on his face. Olivia was soon jerking back and forth with her eyes closed as her father rutted against her hips. The position was a little awkward, him standing tall and her partially bent over and having to accommodate for their height difference.

Soon enough he was pausing with his penis buried within her as he curled over her shoulder and cupped both of her big fake tits from below.

Sharon snorted at the absurd expression on his face. No doubt he was enjoying finally getting to make use of the silicon fun-bags he'd paid for. He tweaked and pulled at her nipples, fondling the big boobs, causing Olivia to moan and squirm in his arms.

The old lady who was sitting on Sharon's left spoke up, "Do you think he's going to go off inside?"

Sharon wasn't sure who she was speaking too but when the older gentlemen who she assumed was her husband didn't respond, she answered, "Probably. It's not like there is any chance she can get pregnant with the Best Man's seed inside. Did you see his size?"

The lady cocked her head to the side, "I wasn't near the front, dear. Was he really that large?"

"It was huge." remarked Sharon with a grin.

"Remarkable!" she said though her wrinkled lips soon twisted, "Though my eye-sights so bad I'd hardly be able to appreciate such a manhood even if I'd been in the first pew! Though I suppose I shouldn't complain. Edgar here has seven and a half inches. He was quite the virile bull when we were younger!" The nice old lady cackled somewhat madly at that.

Sharon smiled politely, noticing that the old woman's husband seemed to be oblivious as he watched the father of the bride fuck his daughter out on the dance floor. She found herself glancing between the table and the old man, wondering about that old package and being amused that this geezer was better husband.

Olivia now held her mother's hands, bracing herself against her hips as her father bounced his pelvis off her butt, standing their in just his suit-jacket. Nearby Nick was lying back on a table with the girl riding his prick, bouncing up and down with her C-cup tits swinging wildly.