She finishes off the story, and him.

John sighed with satisfaction as he began slowly thrusting into my cleavage. I sighed with relief at no longer having to summon up mouthfuls of saliva and drizzle them down onto my chest. John was not a particularly big fan of mammary intercourse, and usually when he set his sights on someone he would go directly for their mouth or vagina, or more rarely their anus. However, I was the exception to that rule, and when we spent time together he would more often than not spend some time using my breasts to stroke himself. I took it as a compliment, a statement that he found my breasts more appealing to thrust into than most women's. However, it was somewhat annoying having to generate enough spit to cover the vast expanse of my cleavage, not to mention the considerable surface area of John's manhood. It was worth it to see the satisfied look on his face, but after the first few times I got into the habit of carrying a small bottle of lubricant in my purse, just in case. It was a practice that most women in John's life ended up adopting at some point or another. Unfortunately I did not think to bring any with me while getting ready for my wedding ceremony, but John was not picky. As long as my breasts were well-lubricated and firmly wrapped around his member, he was a happy man.

"There you are. Now please, if you feel a spurt of preejaculate coming down the line, try to let it out when your tip is between my breasts and not pointed at my face. I know you aren't in the habit of paying close attention to where your jism ends up, but... well, please just try, okay?"

John gave no indication that he had heard me whatsoever, his focus entirely on the weight and texture of my breasts. "Ungh, fuck, they're like silk... god, that's a relief. Anyway, where were we? You dropped off the ice cream and stopped being so uptight about having your tits out?"

I stopped idly watching John's bulbous head appear and disappear from my cleavage and looked up to meet his gaze. "In so many words, yes."

"Well hell, I'm glad you finally stopped being so wound up about me doing stuff like that. It really made it easier to maintain a close relationship with you, and also to fuck you whenever I want. Keeps things harmonious, you know?"

I shrugged, eliciting a groan from John as the motion caused my breasts to slide over him in a way he was not expecting. "Well, truth be told, while I did get over my need to continuously re-cover myself in that moment, I still had not come around on your behavior. In fact, my opinion of you was really at an all-time low in that moment. If memory serves, I thought you were a disrespectful, incorrigible pervert who had reduced me to unwanted exhibitionism out of a **** attempt to avoid being violated." I smiled wistfully, trying and failing to remember exactly what it was like to be so furious over John's unusual but harmless behavior. "Honestly, I was hoping that leaving myself exposed would let me get one over on you in some way. I thought you might look at it and say something like, 'drat, now she is confidently leaving her upper half fully visible, I can no longer pull her swimsuit down and have thus been foiled.' My hope was that you would learn some sort of lesson from it."

John chortled, punctuating his laughter by squeezing my breasts hard enough around his throbbing erection to make me wince a bit. "Haw haw! Well, that didn't happen, did it?"

"No, it did not. When you arrived with your share of the ice cream, you immediately shoved my ice cream cone into the center of my chest, wrapped your hands around the base of each breast, firmly grabbed them, and said something extremely crude which I found deeply insulting at the time."

"What was that?"

I raised my eyebrow at him. "You don't remember?"

He moved his face close to mine, in a movement that happened to necessitate sinking his penis deep into my cleavage, and gave me a conspiratorial look. "Sure I do, but I wanna hear you say it."

I rolled my eyes. "Good lord. Very well. I believe your exact words were... 'Holy shit, they're actually real!' How absurd." I shot him a look of feigned exasperation as I spoke over his laughter. "Vulgarity aside, did you really think I had implants?"

"Well hell, Mary, I wasn't aware at the time that God gives out Z-cups... but hey, did you really still not like me when I said that? I thought for sure I had won you over by then."

"Well first of all, I do not have Z-cups, you silly goose. I'm only a 42J. Goodness knows you have made off with enough of my bras to- ah ah ah not the face! Ugh, let me just... okay, second of all, while I did start cutting you a bit more slack that day, it was not until later on. Do you remember the volleyball game?"

When Mika suggested a game of volleyball, I was flabbergasted. At that point it was about thirty minutes after my decision to "let the dogs run free" as one might say. It took five minutes to fend off John's attempts to cop a feel and another ten to get used to his leering, but after that I thought I had been doing a pretty good job. Nobody else looked at me twice, Gary complimented my new laid-back attitude, and I had even managed to start relaxing a little. Mika, though, had been putting my efforts to shame. She lounged in the sun, stretched out across her towel, and laughed at her husband's jokes with no regard for how her petite breasts shifted and jiggled across her chest. It was clear she was no stranger to operating normally after having been divested of her clothing. I wasn't surprised. Given that she had known Gary since they were young, she had doubtless been subjected to John's impulsive actions more than most. Even so, I was shocked when she breezily suggested a game of volleyball. At first I thought she must be doing it for John's benefit for god knows what reason, but then I looked over saw he wasn't even looking in our direction. (He was too busy chatting up a pear-shaped stranger who was sunbathing on her stomach nearby. He loomed directly over her, his then-flaccid phallus hanging directly over her shapely rear as his legs straddled her. She was smiling up at him. Good grief.) No, Mika had made that suggestion completely of her own volition.

My disbelief was so great that I briefly went back on my commitment to act like everything was normal. "Um, Mika, volleyball is a rather... bouncy game. You do realize you're topless, right?"

"Uh, yeah, duh! So are you."

I blushed. "Yes, well I... just got tired of fixing it whenever John pulled down my swimsuit."

Mika laughed "Girl, I know exactly how you feel! When that perv first started pulling my tits out way back when, I was like, boy, who in the hell do you think you are? You get used to it quick though. It's no big deal, really. Hell, I don't even know where my bikini top is. He probably threw it in some garbage can."

"He just... throws away your belongings?"

Mika shrugged. "Only when they're stopping him from getting at my tits, ass, or pussy. It used to bother me, but at this point I have sooooo many panties and bikini bottoms without the matching top that it's like, what's one more? Anyway, volleyball, you in? It's okay if not. I know you're still kinda insecure about doing stuff while the girls are out getting some air."

I bristled at the suggestion. "I am not insecure. I'm just not used to it, that's all."

"Great, let's get you used to it!"

With that, Mika grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the volleyball nets. She shouted for our male companions to join us. John was all too eager to play against two topless women, and I shuddered as his enthusiastic agreement was punctuated by a noticeable throb of his penis. Bobby joined John's team, giving us two teams of two. Gary turned down the offer to join in, saying he had to go visit the restroom. Somehow, after everything, I was still a little surprised at how he casually left with no concern for how his topless girlfriend was about to spend an unknown amount of time jumping around in front of many strangers and one known lech. Pushing down the slight hurt and disappointment, I caught the volleyball that Mika tossed to me and gulped with nervous anticipation as she asked me to serve.

Topless volleyball was not the most pleasant experience. First of all, jumping around with no support was not exactly my preferred physical pasttime. As I threw myself toward the ball, dove to intercept spikes, and launched myself up in the air to make my own spikes, the considerable mass of my breasts pulled painfully against my chest. That was not nearly so distracting, however, as John's perverted gaze as he openly leered at my unwilling demonstration of the utility of sports bras. It made me deeply uncomfortable to see his gaze drilling into my breasts flying up into the air, and to hear his little titters whenever they loudly clapped back down into my chest. After a few minutes though, something clicked. Maybe it was the way that John's play suffered noticeably from the distraction I was giving him. Maybe it was Mika cheering me on as I finally scored my first point. Maybe it was the way that Bobby (and everyone in the crowd around us) never looked twice at my exposure and treated me like I was fully clothed. Whatever the reason, before long I was playing with full confidence, paying no mind to the way my exposed nipples flew this way and that as I ran around the field.

Mika and I got the upper hand at first, but that only lasted for as long as John's focus was more on my chest than on the game. After about five minutes, the novelty wore off, and only indication that he noticed the bare breasts in front of him was his reinvigorated erection, which bounced around almost as much as me while he pursued the ball.

Ultimately, the boys came out on top, and shared a double high-five in celebration while Mika playfully jeered them. I smiled. It was the first time I had truly felt normal around John. It seemed like things were starting to finally click. I didn't even mind when he jogged around the net to our side of the field. I was completely ready to congratulate him on his victory... and that was when he pushed Mika backward, causing her to fall on her butt, grabbed the sides of her head, and forcefully shoved his penis in her mouth.

"You know, I had heard of you doing things like that. I was sort of distantly aware of your habit of having sex with women without their permission. However, even having been non-consensually groped by you, and even having seen the aftermath of your handiwork, I had always kind of assumed on some level that I was missing something. I thought, surely he must be asking them beforehand in some respect. If not explicitly, then implicitly. A knowing look perhaps. Does that make sense?"

"Mnuh-huh." By this point in my story it was unclear whether John was listening at all. His thrusting had become faster and more intense around the time I was describing the way my breasts bounced during the volleyball game. After that, his eyes glazed over, his penis became more lubricated by his own precum than my spit, and his grip on my breasts tightened to make them more effective as a masturbatory aid. As I took a break in the story, his slick head was poking out of the top of my cleavage more than twice a second.

"John, are you approaching climax? Please warn me if you are. I really would like to avoid walking down the aisle with my face stained the same color as my dress."

He groaned at the mental image. "Nuuh. I'll let you know. Keep talkin'."

I rolled my eyes. "Alright, I trust you... despite my better judgement. Now where was I? Oh yes. You had decided to celebrate your victory by treating yourself to a bit of fellatio from Mika, and it's hard to say which one of us was more surprised..."

I was frozen. My heart pounded in my chest. I had seen John do things but... not like this. My wide eyes were locked onto the back of Mika's head as John began roughly working his hardness into her mouth. I was looking at her from a seventy-degree angle, so I couldn't see her face, just the back and side of her head. I saw John's hand slide down to her chin and roughly grab it, pulling it down to increase the clearance. I heard her squirm in discomfort and moan unhappily from the sandy, sweaty taste. I looked down and saw her hands dig into the sand, as if trying to find leverage to pull away.

For almost thirty seconds I watched this, trying to say something, shout for help, anything. The words wouldn't come. Eventually I **** a few out, quiet and haunted. "You're... that's... somebody, please... he's... he's r-"

"Being a sore winner as always, is what he's doing!"

I nearly jumped out of my skin at the loud, cheery voice coming from behind me. My paralysis was lifted as I whipped around to see Gary confidently strutting toward me. He wrapped an arm around me and kissed me on the cheek, not taking a second look at the debauched scene before him. "So hon, how was the game? John loves playing volleyball, especially against pretty ladies like you and Mika, but hopefully you managed to hold your own, yeah?"

My eyes boggled as I looked back and forth between Gary and what was happening in front of us. I looked up at Gary pleadingly. "Baby... John is doing something wrong. Can't you see that? Can't you see this is wrong?"

Gary frowned and raised an eyebrow at me. "Wrong? Hmm..." He looked at John and Mika for a few seconds, genuinely trying to identify the problem. He did not react when a particularly hard thrust caused Mika to gag loudly, her naked torso contorting slightly as her abdominal muscles clenched. After that, Gary looked over at Bobby. "Hey, Bob! Did John do anything wrong?"

My gaze whipped over to Bobby. I forgot he was there. Surely he would see. Mika was his wife, after all. For god's sakes, from his angle he could see her face. Surely he would say something. Yet, he looked down at his wife's oral violation with utter passivity. "Uh, I dunno, I think everything he's done has been on the up and up. Maybe he stepped over the line once accidentally?"

What. He... thought I was talking about the game. As I tried to process this, a new wave of horror came over me as John grabbed Mika's hair and yanked it toward himself, forcing her to take him all the way into her throat. She loudly gagged and choked, her body convulsing as John closed his eyes and smiled serenely.

I began looking around as Mika began slapping her hand against John's thigh, obviously begging to be let up for air. John ignored it, simply luxuriating in the feeling of Mika's mouth and throat as she slapped his thigh with increasing frequency. I looked at Gary. He was still analyzing the situation, trying to work out what my problem was. Slap. Slap. Slap. I looked at Bobby. He had pulled out his phone and started scrolling some app, clearly disinterested in what was going on. Slap-slap-slap. I looked at the crowd around us. Though Gary and Mika were being incredibly loud, almost nobody looked over, and the few who did looked away without a care once they registered what the noise was. Slapslapslapslapslap. I began looking around for something heavy I could swing.

It wasn't until Mika's slaps began decreasing in frequency and intensity, as her eyelids started to flutter, as she started sliding into unconsciousness, that John finally let her go. The moment he did, she launched herself directly away from him, landing on her elbows facing me and Gary. Her back bowed as she desperately gasped for breath, then arched as she loudly retched, a waterfall of spit cascading from her mouth. This repeated a few times: bow, arch, gasp, retch. Eventually her posture evened out as she caught her breath. She leaned back onto her knees, looked up at me with streaked mascara and spit running down her chin...

... and smiled. "Oh, come on, Mary! I hate to admit it, but he won fair and square."

I looked at her blankly. At first I didn't quite understand what she meant. Then, slowly, it dawned on me. She also thought I was talking about the game. She also didn't understand what John had done wrong. She looked at me for a few seconds waiting for a response, and when I didn't give one, she shrugged and turned back to John. "Alright, Mr. Battering Ram, I'm ready. Try to go a little easier on my poor throat this time, okay? It's tough enough having a cock shoved down your throat that isn't massive and doesn't have any sand on it." With that, she opened her mouth wide and willingly let John slide his enormous throbbing erection back into her mouth.

My fists tightened. My shoulders began to shake. I tried to stop it bubbling up from within my chest, but it was no use. All at once... I started laughing. Uproariously, deliriously, hysterically. Gary and Bobby both looked at my quizzically, but I could offer no explanation. I could only laugh.

"So that's when it clicked, more or less. I finally realized that I had things all wrong. The whole time I had known you, I wondered why everyone treated you differently, with such indulgence. As I stood there, the only one on the beach taking any issue with you brutally pistoning into the mouth of a half-naked married woman, I finally understood that you weren't being held to a different standard. You just... are different. So the normal standard for you is different. People don't just act like the things you do aren't a big deal, they genuinely aren't. Anyway, I am so glad I took the plunge and went ahead with that trip so I could finally understand you. I really think-"

"Aaaaugh shut the fuck up I'm gonna cum!" John's eyes scrunched up as his thrusting reached a fever pitch. I looked around for something to catch the incoming deluge, but unfortunately the only cloth around was the (now thoroughly sodden) one I had placed under my bosom to catch all the spit and seminal fluid. With a groan, John thrust all the way forward, his penishead red and swollen as it emerged from my cleavage for the final time. Thinking quickly, I leaned down and wrapped my lips around it just as the first shot of thick, salty semen fired out of it with makeup-ruining velocity. He moaned and lightly bucked his hips as he fired off shot after shot into my mouth. It was more than a mouthful, but fortunately I had enough experience doing this that I knew to swallow between spurts. After I had swallowed what felt like a half-cup of John's hot baby batter, he let go of my tender breasts and stumbled back to lean against a nearby chest of drawers.

We both looked a sight as we caught our breaths. Him, red-faced, naked as the day he was born, comically large penis dripping with a frothy mixture of spit and semen. Me, coughing, breasts out and covered in that same frothy mixture, with the sides adorned by red marks in the shape of John's hands.

"Goodness, John, that was a lot -kak- even for you. How many orgasms -kak- have you had today?"

"Uh... just -huff- that one."

"Wow, really? It's almost -kak-kak- nine-thirty."

"Yeah well, -whuff- it's been busy and all. Plus I kinda wanted to save -phew- my first load of the day for you, since it's your special day and all. Could you clean this up for me?"

As John walked toward me, lifting his penis up at the base, I looked up at him with affection. "Of course I can, you great big softie." I leaned forward and began licking long, broad stripes up and down his penis, paying no mind to the unpleasant taste, texture, and temperature of the fluid I was cleaning off of him.

"Well, I'm not gonna be a softie for long if you keep using your tongue like that."

I rolled my eyes and pulled away for a moment. "No way, mister. Once I've finished licking you clean, you're heading straight back to the groom's suite while I finish getting ready. You need to get changed, and Gary is probably wondering where his best man is. Here, hold still so I can get all around it."

"Nah, I'll probably just stay naked for the whole wedding." I gave him a neutral grunt of affirmation as I continued spiraling my tongue up his shaft. "Plus, Gary knows where I am. I told him I wanted to fuck his fiancée one last time." Aw, cute! I gave an affectionate grunt of of affirmation as I finished licking. To make sure I didn't miss a spot, I wrapped my lips around his tip and slowly pushed all the way down to the base and back (without stopping or gagging at all, he had given me a lot of practice over the years), sucking hard the whole time to ensure not a drop was left. When I let his pink mushroom head loose with a loud pop, I retorted. "Be that as it may, I would never allow you to make me late to my own wedding," I lied, "and besides, there will be plenty of time for further activities during the reception."

John shrugged coolly. I smiled, got up, and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. As I tried to pull away, he put one hand on the back of my neck and the other on my right breast and pulled me into a deep tongue kiss that lasted for about 30 seconds. Then he stepped away, waved, and turned to leave. My head still swimming with fond memories, I watched him go, my eyes drifting to his bare bottom and his half-hard penis visibly dangling between his legs.

That was it.

"Oh, John! One more thing!"

He turned to look at me quizzically.

"I just remembered the question I thought of when I first saw you in the buff. Why was your foreskin pulled back? I'd think you would have wanted it protecting your head from sand."

John furrowed his brows. "Uh, let me think... oh yeah! I was using my dick to swab some random chick's throat when I spotted you and Gary. Some chubby redhead MILF. Suuuper hot. I was going to cum down her throat and then ask for her name and number, but then I saw you guys and went over to greet you instead."

"Oh, I see! Wow, it's a good thing you spotted us before I spotted you, or I may have run for the hills! Alright, get going, you." He gave me a casual salute and wandered out of the room.

I had only just turned back toward the mirror when my maid of honor Carol walked into the room. "Alright, Mary, how's it- oh my god, what happened? You're a mess! You're supposed to be ready in five minutes!"

"John."

Carol's shoulders instantly dropped their tension. "Oh, right, of course. God, why does he always have to think with his dick? Well, that's fine, I'm sure everyone will understand. Hell, he's made most of the women at the ceremony late to something. Alright, let's stuff you back into that dress and get you on the altar."

I smiled. God, I couldn't wait.