Wedding reception

Then came an almost normal wedding reception—at least on the surface. Sara arrived two hours late and missed the meal. The large banquet hall was festively decorated; there was cake, champagne, music, and fun party games. Svenja stood smiling next to Florian; her deep neckline showcased her full breasts, while the huge hoop skirt mercifully concealed everything beneath. The background music played softly, a mix of modern and classical pieces—and every time the bass or a low note came through, the vibrator in her pussy vibrated softly and deeply. They were just small, devilish vibrations—but enough to keep her freshly waxed, hypersensitive pussy constantly on edge. Svenja’s labia were already swollen again, her clit throbbing; a thin, warm film of her own arousal slowly trickled down the inside of her thighs and was absorbed by the hoop skirt. Again and again she leaned toward her four friends—Verena, Tanja, Steffi, and Madeleine—and pleaded softly, her face flushed crimson:

“Please… take it out… I can’t take it anymore… I’m going crazy…”

The four just grinned innocently. Verena whispered back: “That’s Florian’s wish, sweetie. We can’t do anything. Why don’t you ask him yourself?”

Tanja stroked her arm reassuringly. “He wants you to be horny for him all day long.” Svenja finally turned to Florian, her voice trembling with lust and shame, while guests still stood around them. “Honey… your surprise… please… take it out… I can’t take it anymore…”

Florian smiled lovingly and stroked her cheek. He thought she meant the garter she was wearing under her hoop skirt. “No, my darling. That stays in. I want to auction it off later and then remove it in public. In front of all the guests. That will be the highlight of the evening.” Svenja stared at him with wide eyes. Her pussy clenched convulsively around the vibrating intruder. She nodded weakly, her legs trembling slightly. “Okay… whatever you want…”

Lisa stood a little way off the dance floor, the cold smile still on her lips. She discreetly beckoned the four bridesmaids—Verena, Tanja, Steffi, and Madeleine—over to her. All four wore the same pink dresses, their hair pinned up, their faces made up to look innocent.

“Listen up, girls,” Lisa whispered softly but firmly. “The parents have to leave. Under no circumstances can the fathers find out what’s about to happen. I’ll send the mothers over to the catering area. The four of you take care of the two old folks. Talk them into a quiet room. Turn them on. Get undressed. Take turns servicing them. Suck their cocks until they can’t think straight anymore. Then they’ll stay nice and quiet in there while we continue upstairs.” The four girls nodded eagerly, their eyes gleaming with lust and obedience. First, Lisa turned to the two mothers. She walked toward them with a friendly smile.

“Excuse me, the cake needs to be cut right away—the pastry chef absolutely needs you at the catering area. Otherwise, it’ll be chaos!”

The mothers beamed with pride and disappeared toward the tent, completely unaware.

At the same time, Verena and Tanja approached Svenja’s father, while Steffi and Madeleine approached Florian’s father. The girls smiled sweetly, almost shyly.

“Mr. Berger, Mr. Keller… we’d like to ask you to step into the small side room for a moment,” Verena purred. “There’s something… personal we need to discuss with you. In private. It’s important for the bride.”

The colorful, flickering dance lights from the party lighting made their bodies glow in the wildest colors—and made the tattoos they wore under their tight, semi-transparent dresses particularly visible.

Verena—the tall, blonde with the heavy, naturally horny tits—wore a short, pink stretch dress that was so tight it fit like a second skin. In the shifting light, “CUM HERE” shimmered on her chest and “TEAM BRIDE SLUT” on her stomach

Tanja—the slender brunette with the sassy pixie cut—was wearing an almost see-through black lace dress. “Free Use” was emblazoned in playful lettering across her small, firm tits—the tattoo shimmered every time the red or blue dance lights hit her.

Steffi—the red-haired, sassy brat with the round apple-shaped ass—wore an extremely short silver dress that barely covered her ass. “Cum Here” and “Svenja’s Personal Jizz Rag” were clearly legible

Madeleine—the tallest and curviest of the four, with the widest hips—wore a deep red, tight dress that accentuated her voluptuous curves. Across her full breasts, in bold letters, read “Fucked for the Bride”—the tattoo glowed like a neon sign with every step and every turn in the dance lights.

The two older gentlemen—both in their fifties, well-to-do, slightly tipsy—looked at each other in surprise but followed curiously. No sooner had the heavy door of the small side room closed behind them than the four girls turned the key.

Without another word, Verena, Tanja, Steffi, and Madeleine simultaneously took off their dresses. The fabric fell to the floor. There they stood, naked—four young, toned bodies, smooth shaved pussies, plump tits, firm asses. No pubic hair, no underwear. Just bare, horny skin and dirty tattoos on their chests, stomachs, and above their pussies.

“We know you’ve both been staring at us all evening,” Tanja said quietly, kneeling directly in front of Svenja’s father. Steffi knelt down beside her. “We want to… distract you a little. So you can enjoy the party even more.” Madeleine and Verena knelt down in front of Florian’s father at the same time. “Please… let us do this,” whispered Madeleine as she already unfastened the man’s belt. “There are two of us for each of you. That way we can serve you really well.” The fathers groaned in surprise as four naked girls knelt before them. But neither of them made a move to leave. Verena and Tanja took over Svenja’s father together. Verena pulled down his pants and underwear until his already semi-erect cock sprang out. Both girls licked the shaft simultaneously from both sides—long, wet strokes of their tongues, while their tits pressed against his thighs. Tanja sucked the head deep into her mouth, while Verena licked his balls and slid a finger into his ass. They took turns; sometimes one would suck deeply and greedily, while the other jerked him off and smiled at him. At the same time, Madeleine and Steffi were servicing Florian’s father in the same way. Madeleine took his cock deep into her throat until she gagged, while Steffi circled his glans and whispered dirty words softly into his ear: “Let us just milk your cocks… we’re just horny little bridesmaids who want to give the fathers of the bride and groom a farewell blowjob.”

The men moaned loudly, their hands buried in the girls’ hair. Four young, naked mouths took turns, sucking, smacking, spitting on the cocks, licking the balls, pressing their tongues into the urethras. Always two per man—perfectly coordinated, as if they’d rehearsed it. “Fuck… you little sluts…,” Svenja’s father gasped as Verena and Tanja swirled their tongues around his glans at the same time.

After ten minutes of intense, wet blowjobs, both fathers came almost simultaneously. Svenja’s father shot his load into Verena’s mouth with a deep groan; she swallowed it all obediently and let Tanja lick the last few drops out of her mouth. Florian’s father came with a loud grunt in Madeleine’s throat, while Steffi massaged his balls to squeeze out every last drop. The four naked girls licked everything clean, smiled innocently up at them, and wiped their shiny lips.

“Please go ahead and get completely undressed, and why don’t you just stay in here a little longer and rest,” whispered Tanja. “We’ll come back later… for a second round.”

The two fathers sank, exhausted and naked, into the chairs, their cocks glistening with the girls’ spit. They just nodded dazedly. The four bridesmaids quickly got dressed again, fixed their hair, and left the room with innocent expressions—as if nothing had happened. They took the two men’s clothes with them and locked the windowless room from the outside. Lisa was already waiting outside.

“And?” “Done,” Verena grinned. “The fathers are out of commission for the next hour.”

Lisa nodded with satisfaction. The party continued. Then came the traditional veil dance. At this wedding, the traditional veil dance had been completely twisted into something perverse. The veil dance was the hottest and most humiliating highlight of the entire celebration. And no one except the initiates knew just how depraved the whole thing really was.

Lisa whispered something in Florian’s ear. He nodded and shouted loudly into the crowd:

“Dear guests! Now we come to the veil dance. The unmarried women, like my sister-in-law Sara, may steal my wife’s veil until there’s none left, while the men get to dance with my beautiful bride! Whoever makes a donation gets to dance with her!”

Sara continued hosting. “Meanwhile, Florian is dancing on the other side with every woman who asks him. That’s the tradition.”

The couple was separated by an opaque wall. On one side of the symbolic barrier, Florian dutifully danced with aunts, mothers, and older relatives. Sara had whispered to them quietly beforehand: “You can go ahead and really grab him… Fabian thinks it’s funny. The bride likes it.” The older ladies grinned mischievously and did exactly that—hands on Florian’s ass and cock, a quick squeeze, whispered compliments. Florian just laughed sheepishly and thought it was harmless fun.

Lisa had secretly had the dress altered—it had cost a fortune, but Sara had given her the money without hesitation. The huge hoop skirt was designed so that countless layers of fine white tulle were tucked into the hoops. With every jolt the unmarried women made, a layer was pulled out—and the skirt and bodice became increasingly transparent. In the end, only a firm, transparent dome of clear, flexible material remained, fitting tightly around Svenja’s hips and thighs. The dome was designed exactly like the famous dog cones (which dogs wear around their necks to prevent them from licking themselves): it prevented Svenja from reaching between her legs with her hands or grabbing the vibrator. Her pussy and asshole were perfectly visible under the dome, but out of her own reach.

The crowd cheered, and Svenja came again.