Continuing Series of Bllackmailing & Reluctancy Short Stories

I got to Tiffany’s a little after seven. Tammie and Yvonne were already there. Tiffany put a glass of wine into my hand.

“I thought we weren’t going to drink tonight,” I said, taking a sip.

“I said we weren’t going to drink as much,” Tiffany said. “We’re not going to talk about sex without having a little bit of alcohol. No more than two glasses, I promise, so drink it slow.”

“Okay. How are we going to do this?” I asked.

“With visual aids and show and tell,” Tammie said. “You said you’d never watched any porn before, so you’re going to watch some now with us while we clue you in. I got a DVD of a movie that will show you most of what you want to know for your marriage night without giving you all the bullshit. There’s a couple scenes which show more than you need to know, but we’ll fast forward through it. The rest you’ll figure out on your own. Part of great sex is discovering things all by yourself.”

“Okay. I’m game. Let’s do it.”

We all went into Tiffany’s den which was set up with a giant flat screen TV and premium sound system. Tiffany turned on the TV and changed the source to her Blu-Ray player and popped the disc in. The title page popped up with a revolving set of three scenes; one of the actress sucking a huge cock, one of her lying on her side with her leg being held up by her partner while his penis pushed into her vagina from behind, and one of a thick cock sliding into her rectum. I hoped the last one was one of the scenes they planned on skipping through.

“The story doesn’t make any difference,” Yvonne said. “Most of them are bullshit anyway and just a way of tying together scenes of fucking and sucking as many people as possible, both men and women. We won’t even have the sound on so we can explain what the hell they’re doing without the distraction of all the moaning, which always strikes me as being phony anyway.”

Tiffany started the movie playing and sped through the introductory segment which showed a fairly good looking couple lounging around a pool at a beautiful house. The woman obviously had augmented breasts. They were ridiculously huge considering how perky they looked. They started kissing, he took her top off squeezed her big melons. After kissing for a few seconds as we were speeding through it, the guy started pushing her down on her shoulders and she dropped to her knees and pulled his swim trunks releasing a rather big cock. Tiffany slowed the movie down to normal speed and we watched her engulf his organ.

“Let’s watch this for a minute or so,” Tiffany said. “Try to pick up some pointers.”

“What is it about men and blow jobs?” I asked. “What’s so special about them anyway? Why are women so eager to suck the same thing he pees out of?”

Tiffany paused the movie, his cock halfway down her throat. “For one thing, if you can truly suck a man’s cock, you’ll own his ass. Men love a good cock sucking and if you can do it well, he’s not going to be tempted to stray. Despite the fact you may be on your knees, you have a lot of power in this position. In addition to having his cock between your teeth, you may have his balls in the palm of your hand. One little squeeze and you can put him on the ground begging for his mommy. He surrenders his trust to you. At no time is he more vulnerable as when you have his Johnson in your mouth.”

“If you watch this scene,” Yvonne said, “you’ll see her taking all of his cock down her throat. This actress is famous for being able to deep throat even larger cocks. There’s a trick to it. You have to overcome your gag reflex and it’s not easy. I still can’t do it yet, though I’m getting closer.”

Tiffany started the movie again and sure enough, the actress took his massive penis down her throat, slowly working it in and we could all see her throat bulging as his organ tickled her tonsils.

“Ugh, how does she do that?” I wondered aloud.

“You’re about to find out,” Tiffany said, pulling out a glass dildo and pausing the movie again. “It’s time to go to the show and tell portion of our program.”

“I really love to suck cock,” Tammie said, taking the dildo. “I find I really enjoy the sensation of a fat cock filling my mouth. I do feel a surge of power when I’m sucking one. It’s like Tiffany said, it’s a position of power even though you’re on your knees, plus it puts him in the mood to lick my pussy.”

She began to demonstrate, sliding the glass prop deep in her mouth. She was pretty close to taking it all in. Only about an inch or two was left outside her teeth and it was about seven inches long. She pulled it out and handed it to Yvonne who started working it into her mouth, though she didn’t get it as deep as Tammie did. Tiffany took a turn next and got it about as deep as Yvonne. She pulled it out and handed it to me.

“I’m using glass because it tastes better than jelly johnsons,” Tiffany said. “Because it’s so hard and inflexible, it doesn’t quite behave the same as a real cock would. In that sense, it’s a little impractical to use it to demonstrate. Having the real thing here though, might turn into another fiasco like your bachelorette party. So we’ll have to practice with this.”

I slid the glass tube about three inches into my mouth, then I started panicking and having trouble breathing.

“Don’t worry about trying to get it all in tonight,” Tammie said. “You’ll get better with practice, and it will help to have a somewhat flexible cock to work with rather than this. There are some things you can do to make it more enjoyable for Tan.”

“Like what?”

Tammie stuck her hand out and I handed her the dildo again.

“Do you know if Tan is cut or not?”

“Huh?”

“Is he circumcised?” Tammie asked. “Wait a minute. Why am I asking you? You haven’t got a clue what his cock looks like. Let’s put it this way. If he’s circumcised, the foreskin has been removed and his cock will look something like this dildo here.” She waved it at my face. “The crown of his cock will be bare. If it is, the sensitive areas are mostly here.” She pointed to the head and ran a finger under the flange of the cap. “Most of his nerve endings are around the tip and not lower on the shaft. Not that licking his shaft doesn’t feel good to a man, but it’s probably not what triggers his orgasm. Since you’re new at this, you can concentrate on the end, the top one or two inches of his cock. Use lots of tongue like this.”

She circled the bottom of the head laving her tongue all over the top.

“You can also use a little bit of suction, while doing the top of his shaft, like this.”

Tammie started moving over the head like she had a candy can in her mouth and her cheeks hollowed slightly each time she drew upward on the shaft.

“Of course, while you’re working the mouth on this part here, your hand or hands can be stroking the bottom of his shaft, especially if it’s wet and you can get a good slide going.”

Tammie demonstrated again. She really was a proficient penis pleaser.

“This graphic aid doesn’t really have a set of balls, so it’s hard to demonstrate, but you can use one hand to play with his sack while you’re doing the mouth, hand thing up here. If you want to really ring his bell, see if you can take one or more balls in your mouth and roll them around with your tongue. You have to be careful, because it doesn’t take much pressure for you to hurt him, so be gentle.”

“What if he’s not circumcised?” I asked.

“The whole head is a little more sensitive because it hasn’t be desensitized by rubbing against his pants all the time. His cock will look a little more like this unless he’s at full length.” She wrapped her hand around the head until only the tip stuck out from her fingers. “You want to pull down on the foreskin to uncover the head before you start licking and sucking.”

Tammie looked at the dildo for a second. “This shaft kind of curves up, which means it will feel real nice in your pussy and perhaps rub against your g-spot, but not so good for the mouth unless I turn it upside down.”

She flipped it so the curve went down and raising her head about 45 degrees, slowly lowered it into her mouth, getting the whole darn thing down her throat. We could see her throat bulge slightly where the head reached the bottom of her throat. She raised and lowered the shaft a few times demonstrating her full deep throat technique. Yvonne and Tiffany were in awe, and I had to admit I was pretty impressed as well. She pulled it out, coughing briefly as it passed over the back of her mouth.

“How the hell were you breathing right then,” Yvonne asked, “and how do you get it down all the way without gagging?”

“Quick breaths through the nose when my throat clears a little on the out stroke, and I’m not exactly sure about the gagging part. It bothered me at first, but at some point, it quit causing me to gag. I’m sure there’s a trick I learned by accident, but I don’t know how to explain it.”

Yvonne took the dildo back and tried turning it like Tammie had and she got it farther down this time - about as far as Tammie did the first time - but couldn’t get the last inch or so down without coughing and choking.

“I’m impressed,” Tiffany said. “Other than porn movies, that’s the first time I’ve ever seen anyone deep throat. Way to go, sister.” She put her hand up for a quick high five with Tammie.

They turned on the movie again and we watched the actress doing the same thing Tammie had done to the dildo.

“What do you do when he climaxes?” I asked. “His ejaculate has got to go somewhere, right?” Tiffany paused the movie again, giving us the chance to pay attention to each other.

“The least messy thing to do is swallow,” Tammie said. “Less to clean up afterward. But if you’re feeling adventurous, you can let him cum on your tits or your face.”

“Swallow!” I exclaimed. “Surely you jest.”

“I jest not and my name’s not Shirley,” Tammie laughed.

“Do you all swallow?” I asked.

“It is the tidiest way to handle it,” Tiffany said.

“I concur,” Yvonne said. “Otherwise you must have a towel or something to clean up afterward, and you don’t always have one available.”

“What’s the sperm taste like?” I asked.

“Primarily a little salty,” Tiffany said, “but every man tastes a little different. I think it depends upon what his diet consisted of recently.”

“Do you know how your pee smells different after you eat asparagus?” Tammie asked.

“Yeah.”

“Don’t suck a man’s cock after he’s eaten asparagus. His sperm will taste a little like your pee smells. But other than that, it’s not too bad.”

“Except for the slimy factor,” Yvonne said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“It’s a little slimy. Kind of like eating raw oysters, but you should have no problem with it if you can get oysters down.”

I had eaten oysters, kind of liked them actually, so if that was the worst of it, I suppose I might be able to get through it.

“Are you sure it won’t taste like urine? A man does use his penis to pee.”

“The two canals are totally separate, and don’t merge until close to the head,” Tiffany explained. “It’s not like his semen is pushing a bunch of leftover urine in his cock into your mouth. Plus, men can shake their cock and get most of it off before putting it back in their pants, where their clothes will soak up anything that’s left.”

“Does it smell?” I wondered. “Being stuck in his pants all day, sweaty and whatever.”

“If he showers daily, it’s not bad,” Yvonne said. “A little musky perhaps, but no worse than a man’s armpits, which is also another sweaty spot. I’m sure you’ve smelled Tan when he’s come back from the gym.”

“I guess.”

“All I’ll say is if you can suck Tan’s cock, he will appreciate the hell out of you,” Tammie said. “Go slow and you’ll find it’s not as bad as you imagine.”

Tiffany turned on the movie again and the man kept using her mouth until he orgasmed, shooting his sperm all over her tongue. She paused the movie again.

“This is called ’the money shot’ and it’s common in almost all porn,” Tiffany said. “They need to prove to the audience it’s not fake and there is real exchange of body fluids taking place. Instead of just swallowing his cum, the actor will either cum all over her tits or face, or squeeze it all over her tongue before she swallows it. When we watch some fucking later, they’ll do much the same thing. The man will pull out at the last second and shoot his wad all over her pussy and stomach or on her back if he’s fucking her from behind, in either her ass or pussy. If they don’t show him actually cumming, they have to show her squeezing his cum out of her pussy or ass in a creampie shot to show he actually orgasmed. In real life, no one gives a shit if anyone climaxed and no one is going to want proof of cum. Just swallow it and be done with it or let him shoot up your pussy or ass and hope there’s not much clean up afterward.”

She started the movie again and fast forwarding to the next sex scene, the man going down on the woman, licking her to what appeared to be a screaming climax, though we had the sound on mute. The movie stopped again, his tongue tickling her clit. I was feeling a little moist myself.

“This is what you hope Tan will be doing for you,” Tiffany said. “First of all, tit for tat. If you’re going to suck his cock, he should be willing to lick your pussy. You got nice and smooth for him so he doesn’t have to munch any hair.”

“A lot of women can’t cum easily from just a cock being in you, no matter how big it is,” Tammie said. “I don’t have a lot of vaginal orgasms myself unless I’ve been really worked up before hand. A cock doesn’t always rub against your g-spot which is where most of the nerve endings are in the vaginal canal. The clit is the magic button and the more stimulation it receives, the easier it is for me to cum. I cum more from a good cunt licking than all the fucking in the world. A lot of times, if the man isn’t doing it already, I’ll rub my clit while he’s fucking me so I can cum easier.”

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“Since it’s going to be your first time tomorrow night,” Yvonne said, “see if you can encourage him to make you cum a couple times before he gets down to business with his cock, getting you primed for action.”

“Definitely,” Tiffany added. “Tan sounds like he has a good sized prick. The more times you can cum before he sticks it in you for the first time, the more you’ll enjoy it.”

I got a text and I looked at it wondering if it was from Tan or my parents.

You’re going to suck my cock tomorrow.

That’s all it said and it wasn’t Tan’s phone that sent it. His was the only cock I planned on sucking tomorrow. I showed it to my friends.

“Any idea who sent it?” Tiffany asked.

“Not a clue. It’s not a number I even recognize. It’s not even one in our area code. I don’t recognize where it might be from. Should I respond?”

“Hell, no,” Tammie said. “It’s probably someone pulling a prank. If you respond, you validate the prank and they know you’re on the hook. For all we know, it’s someone sending out messages to random phone numbers. If they know you’re paying attention, they’ll probably send a dick pick. Ignore it and they won’t even know you got it.”

“It’s pretty specific; not you’re going to suck my cock, or suck it someday. It’s suck it tomorrow. I wonder if it’s someone who knows I’m getting married tomorrow?”

“Even if they do know, you can’t respond. It’s the worst thing you can do,” Tiffany said.

“Is the number listed?” Tammie asked.

I showed it to her and she did a google search on the phone number. “It’s not listed as belonging to anybody,” she said. “Probably a burner phone. It’s illegal to send stuff like that to people who don’t want to get it. They probably don’t want their identity known.”

“Should I worry about it?” I asked.

“Not unless you intend on sucking some cock other than Tan’s. You’re going to be surrounded by people tomorrow. It’s a worthless and pointless threat, and I’m not even sure I’d call it a threat. It’s just garbage. Treat it like the shit it is and delete it,” Tammie said. “Put a block on the number and they can’t contact you on that phone again. They’ll have wasted their time and money.”

“I don’t know how to block a number,” I said.

“Give it to me. I’ll take care of it.”

I handed Tammie the phone and in a couple presses of various and sundry buttons, she handed it back to me. “This fucker won’t bother you again.”

The text lesson over, Tiffany started the movie again. This time the actor and actress were pleasing each other orally at the same time. She was bobbing up and down on his shaft while he licked her kitty. I had to admit watching them was stimulating to me. Tiffany paused once more.

“This is called a sixty-nine,” Tiffany said. “There’s a lot to recommend it. You’re giving pleasure to each other at the same time, instead of first one, then the other.”

“I like it while I’m waiting for my partner to recover after cumming,” Yvonne said. “It helps to prep him for the next time and keeps my motor running while I’m waiting. With any luck, or a little bit of skill on his part, I can have two or three more orgasms before he’s ready to screw again.”

Tiffany started the movie again and now, the actor was hard again and prepared to mount the actress. Tiffany reminded me we didn’t know the actual length of time between the last time he climaxed until this one. It could have been ten minutes, the actual time of the movie running, an hour, or even a day.

“They just have to ensure continuity, wear the same clothes or having them strewn about in the same places, put the actors in the same position, and you’ll never know how much time has passed, unless it’s dark instead of daylight. Most men need some recovery time between orgasms. Their sexual peak is around seventeen or eighteen. They’re like jack rabbits at that age, able to fuck at the drop of a hat. The older a man gets, the longer it takes for them to reload without extra stimulation. You can sometimes hurry them along with a good blow job or something extra special, but you won’t hit your sexual peak until your thirties. It’s unfair if you ask me that we don’t hit our peaks together, but Mother Nature fucked us over on that one.”

Yvonne said, “Probably so men could reproduce at a younger age to perpetuate the species before they went out and did something stupid like hunting saber toothed tigers. And women peak at an older age so men won’t be fucking them all the time and getting them pregnant when they’re older and their bodies are all worn out.”

“Okay, that’s the best description I’ve ever heard for why we don’t peak at the same time,” Tammie said. “Maybe Mother Nature knew what she was doing after all, in the beginning, but it would be nice if we were more of a match now, hundreds of thousands of years later.” Tiffany pointed up at the screen where the man was plowing into the woman energetically. “This is called the ‘Missionary Position’. Of course, real missionary’s probably do it without the woman wrapping her legs around the man’s ass and encouraging him to pump harder, being god fearing missionaries and all. It’s a reasonably good position. You’re facing one another, can kiss and talk to one another like you know them or something, but it can get boring if you do it all the time. I like some variety to my fucking.”

We watched for awhile, then she sped up to the next scene where the actress was on all fours and the man was fucking her from behind. I hated to call it fucking, but that’s what they were doing. It didn’t seem to have much emotion involved in it.

“This is called doggy style, except the guy won’t usually have one leg up and one knee on the bed,” Tammie said. “They show it this way so you can see more of his cock in her pussy for the camera. Although I did know a guy who liked to do it this way because he got a cramp in one of his legs. I like doggy, but the man is definitely the driver in this position. You’re pretty much going at his pace and power. If he wants to be gentle, he can be gentle, but if wants to slam into you, he can, and there’s not much you can do about it but bury your head in the bed and take it. A man can get pretty deep in this position whether he’s fucking your pussy or your ass. When he’s fucking your ass, you can feel his balls swinging against your pussy which is a secondary benefit. It also allows him to smack your ass with his hand if you’re into that sort of thing. I wouldn’t recommend this position for your first time. You’ll have no control whatsoever.”

“I agree,” Yvonne said. “Save doggy style for the fourth or fifth time you fuck and fucking feels good most of the time.”

I was rapidly getting an education, perhaps more of an education than I’d first planned on, but I had to admit it sounded like some practical advice.

Tiffany sped up to the next scene where the guy was lying down and the woman was riding his penis. She paused the movie where she was at the highest point, just about to slide down his erection again. His penis was wet and I supposed it was from her. I wondered if she’d cum from the intercourse or it was just a job she was trying to get through as fast as possible.

“This is the cowgirl position, and I strongly recommend this for your first time, Brenda,” Tiffany said. “This position gives you most of the control. I mean the guy can still thrust upward into your pussy, but it requires a lot of work and good abs for him. For the most part, you can most easily control the depth, speed and force of your fucking. You can support yourself on your arms which can be on his chest or the bed. You’re able to look at one another, you can lean down and kiss whatever you can reach. He can play with your tits and nipples, adding to your pleasure. If you sit up a little straighter, you or he can play with your clit and help you reach orgasm. Your movements on your man can also help stimulate your g-spot. This position has a lot to recommend it for your first time.”

Both Yvonne and Tammie piped up with an, “I agree,” with Tammie adding “a surefire winner for the first time.” I made a mental note of it. Cowgirl position. I could even see how it got its name.

Tiffany sped up again and eventually reached one that looked like the cowgirl except she was facing his feet instead of his face.

“This is a reverse cowgirl,” Tammie said. “It’s kind of like the cowgirl, but without some of the advantages. Unless you want to nibble on his toes, there’s not going to be much kissing. You can’t gaze into each others eyes either. The main benefit to my way of thinking is it opens up the front of your pussy making it easier to play with your clit and you can definitely play with his balls, which most men will like to have fondled while they’re fucking.”

The man climaxed after being in this position, pushing the actress off his penis and shooting his sperm up her stomach while she stroked his shaft. Tiffany sped up again and after a couple minutes I told her to stop. The woman had her shoulders and head on the floor and not much else. Her hips and ass was in the air and the man was squatting over her and fucking her from above going up and down, using his legs. I looked at it for a minute.

“What’s this one called?” I asked.

“It’s called a ‘pile driver’ and forget about it,” Yvonne said. “It’s a stupid position and uncomfortable to all people involved. Unless the man can maintain a fairly large cock while still being able to bend it, it’s stupid. As far as I’m concerned, cocks aren’t of much use unless they’re nice and stiff. One you can bend down to do a pile driver doesn’t cut it for me, plus how is that position comfortable for the woman. You can do much better than that, if you ask me.”

Both Tammie and Tiffany agreed with her.

“That’s pretty much it,” Tiffany said, “unless you want to watch some girl-on-girl action or some group sex scenes, neither of which, I’m guessing, you are planning on doing on your honeymoon.”

“No, I think that’s fairly safe to say, but do they have a scene of double penetration in this movie?”

“I think so, but why are you interested?” Tiffany asked. “Is it something you’re considering doing in the future?”

“I’m certainly not planning anything like it,” I said, “but when Sydney said something about it, I found it hard to believe. Not only being used in your vagina, but in your butt at the same time. It sounded preposterous. I wanted to see what it looked like.”

“Sure,” Tiffany said, speeding up the movie again, flashing through a whole bunch of other sex scenes until we finally saw three figures on the screen, speeding through whatever they were doing. She stopped it and sure enough, there was one man on his back and the woman was on him in a cowgirl, but she was bent over and sandwiched between him and another man who had his penis in her ass.

“Can you go to the beginning of this scene so I can see how they got in that position?”

Tiffany backed the move up and it was funny seeing everything reversed, but eventually she reached the start and put it on forward again. The woman was riding her lover, bouncing up and down his cock and another man came into the room. There was some type of interplay between them and as he removed his clothes, she leaned down over the first man giving the second one access to her back door. He was already hard and he spit on her sphincter and rubbed more spit on his cock before lining up with her rectum which seemed to be winking at the camera. He slowly pushed into her and she expanded around his cock, just as she was stretched by the one in her pussy.

It looked painful, and she kept looking behind her at the man plugging her butt. We could see her mouth moving, but with the sound off, really didn’t know what she was saying. To me, it looked like she was saying, ‘fuck me, fuck my ass,’ plus some other stuff. I wondered if it hurt her to be doing this scene of if she was used to being plugged like this. The union of the three bodies continued for a couple minutes, then the one in her butt pulled out, went to her face and fed his cock into her mouth.

I gagged, almost losing my supper and I stood up with my hand over my mouth, ready to run to the bathroom in case I had to throw up and hoping I’d make it. Tiffany saw my reaction and turned off the TV and as soon as it went dark, the churning in my stomach eased up to the point I thought I might be okay. The image remained burned on my retinas however. I could still see her mouth sucking the pole which had been in her ass.

“What the fuck was that,” I gasped, my hand still over my mouth, so shocked I used the f-bomb without flinching.

“That’s called ass to mouth or ATM for short,” Tiffany said.

“Please don’t tell me she just sucked a fucking cock that was in her ass,” I got out. “Please tell me it was some trick of film making and not what I thought I saw.”

The three of them looked at each other and I realized it wasn’t a film makers trick. My gorge started to rise and I rushed to the bathroom, just making it to the toilet before my stomach heaved in spectacular fashion and I expelled its entire contents into the porcelain bowl. My stomach heaved a couple more times and a little more came up each time, although the main mass of it was already gone, and the fourth time, there was nothing but air and a little bit of bile.

I looked up and saw all three of them standing in the door behind them, concerned looks on their faces.

“Yvonne, I’ve got some Coke in the fridge. Can you pour about two ounces in a glass with no ice,” Tiffany said. “It might help settle her stomach.”

Yvonne disappeared from the doorway and I hung limply over the edge of the bowl. Tiffany took a towel and wet it in cold water and used it to wipe around my mouth. She pulled my head away from the bowl and lowered the lid so she could flush it, then she lifted the lid again in case my stomach spasmed again. Yvonne returned with the Coke and I took a couple sips, hoping it would stay down.

Seeing the cola seemed to be holding its own, I looked at the three of them.

“How does anyone do that?” I asked.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” Tammie said. “Before filming a scene like that, the actress went through a regimen of enamas to clean out her bowels. It’s done several times until she’s expelling nothing but clear water. There’s nothing left in her system to attach to his cock. It’s probably not much different from licking a countertop you just cleaned and sanitized. Not that I have any interest in licking a countertop, but I could probably do it if I had to. She gets paid a lot more to do scenes like that one, and not all actresses will do it.”

“Please tell me none of you have ever done anything like that.”

All three of them denied doing ATM. Thank God. I’d kissed all three of them on the mouth and if they’d done anything like it, I might have heaved again, despite not having anything left in my stomach. When a couple more minutes went by without a change in my guts, I climbed to my feet, still feeling shaky.

“I need to brush my teeth, my mouth feels like a toilet.”

Tammie grabbed my overnight bag and got my toothbrush and tooth paste. I brushed my teeth with my three friends looking on. After I was finished, I sat on Tiffany’s bed.

“Do you think you can have a little more cola and maybe some soda crackers?” Tiffany asked. “I’d like to get a little more in your stomach. Your wedding is tomorrow and it wouldn’t be good if you fainted during the ceremony.”

“I’ll try a little,” I said. “It seems to be churning less and less as time passes.”

Yvonne took my glass and disappeared again, returning a few minutes later with more cola and six or seven crackers.

“The world is sure a strange place,” I commented. “I would never have believed stuff like that actually happened.”

They all nodded and Tammie rested her hand on my shoulder. I patted her hand.

“I think I need to go to bed,” I said. “I didn’t sleep all that well last night. Pre-wedding nerves, I imagine. If someone has some Tylenol PM, it might help me sleep better than I did last night.”

“I don’t have Tylenol PM, but I have some Benadryl, which is the same thing that goes into Tylenol PM,” Yvonne said. “I can give you some.”

“Thank you, all. It’s been an education, I assure you. More than I expected,” I said. Yvonne went to get the drugs out of her purse. “I’m really tired now.”

“One of us is going to have to double up tonight anyway. Why don’t you stay here with me?” Tiffany said.

“Okay.”

Yvonne returned with the Benadryl and I took one caplet, washed down with the last of my soda. Yvonne and Tammie disappeared and I got ready for bed. When I was ready, I crawled under the covers and Tiffany got in with me.

“Your last couple trips to my house haven’t been real good for you,” Tiffany whispered. “You won’t want to come over here anymore.”

“Nonsense,” I said sleepily. “There’s only two places I’d rather be than here, Mom’s and Tan’s. Stuff happens. Don’t worry about it.”

“Sleep tight,” Tiffany said. “Big day tomorrow.”

“Yeah, my wedding day. Goodnight, Tiffany.”

“Goodnight, Brenda.”

For those who haven’t read the note at the end of Chapter 1, I am repeating it to say this is going to be a fairly long story with multiple chapters. While the story in general falls in the non-consent/reluctance category, every chapter won’t contain scenes of non-consent. Also, this is a fantasy and should be recognized as such. In this particular fantasy world, sexually transmitted diseases don’t exist. This is the chapter where things really start falling apart for our heroine, and where things start to heat up a little. Please enjoy.

Wedding Ceremony

Tiffany’s alarm clock went off at 6 AM. We both got up, brushed our teeth, showered, and met Yvonne and Tammie in the kitchen. Everyone was dressed to go. Yvonne had started coffee already. Tiffany started Tammie on making whole wheat toast and put out a selection of protein packed things to put on it; thin sliced ham, peanut butter, cheese. When I got my toast, I added the ham and some cheese with a hint of mustard. Tammie and Tiffany had the ham without the cheese, Yvonne the peanut butter and cheese. I poured OJ for the the ones who wanted more than coffee. My stomach felt much better than it did last night, but the acids in orange juice or coffee seemed too much, so I had a glass of ice water. Too bad, I could use the caffeine. We had appointments for our hair, make-up, and manicures at 7:30. Donna was meeting us there.

A limo picked us up at seven. From here on out, for the rest of the day, all our travel would be by limo. Even Donna had a limo picking her up for the trip to the hair dressers and ride with us in ours afterward. A fleet of ten were assigned all day to my wedding party, taking the primary parties wherever they needed to go. The bridal couple, parents, bridesmaids, groomsmen and best man all had limos for going to the church, reception, finally home or to their hotels at the end of the evening. It was my wedding gift from Tiffany. I don’t know how much it cost her, but it was incredibly generous.

For the next three hours, we were pampered by the staff of one of the best hair salons in Atlanta. Our hair was washed, set and put up in whatever style we’d picked for ourself, while manicurists worked on our nails. I’d chosen a tasteful updo which kind of of piled my hair on top of my head. It would make me look taller, which I tended to avoid if possible, but Tan was tall enough I could pull it off because my wedding shoe’s heels were only an inch high. When our hair was done, make-up specialists started working on our make-up, selected for our skin tones. When they finished, we looked fabulous, our skin was glowing, the hair was perfect, our nails flawless. We each got the make-up for touch ups later.

We climbed into our limo and headed for my small apartment to pick up my bags, pre-packed for the honeymoon. I had two smaller suitcases for the actual trip and a smaller one packed just for tonight. Tonight we would be staying at the best hotel Tan could find by the airport. Our flight didn’t leave for St. Lucia until tomorrow morning. We wanted to be close so we didn’t have to get up too early after drinking however much at the reception. I didn’t want to have to unpack my St. Lucia things at the airport tonight, so I had a bag packed just for our first night together. The gown and robe Erin had given me and a few other items I thought Tan might appreciate, plus traveling clothes for tomorrow. Our particular limo was assigned specifically to me, so I could leave all my luggage in it without worrying if it would get lost or misplaced at some point.

At my apartment, I checked my phone, which I’d put on silent while we were having our hair done, to see if anyone had tried to contact me about any last minute problems or issues. There were no texts from anyone I knew, but there was another one from an unknown number.

I’m going to love feeling your lips wrapped around my cock as I spurt my cum into your mouth today.

I showed it to my girls.

Donna didn’t know about the first text I’d received. “What’s this shit?” She said. “Tan playing some kind of joke on you?”

“I don’t think it’s from Tan.” I said. “Why wouldn’t he use his own number?”

Tammie took the phone from me and did a google search on the number again. It didn’t come up, but it wasn’t the same as yesterday’s so apparently the original block still held. All she could come up with is the number had been assigned to T-Mobile.

“It’s a different number,” she said. “Another unknown caller. I put a block on this one, too.”

I deleted the text. “I got one last night from a different number saying something like I was going to suck his cock tomorrow.”

“And you got no idea who it’s from?” Donna asked.

“None.”

“That’s some twisted shit,” Donna said. “Don’t sound like anyone we close to. You find out who it from, I send some fellows I know to kick his fucking teeth in.”

“I hope it is some sick joke,” I said. “It sounds more threatening than an attempt at humor.”

“I don’t understand it,” Tiffany said. “Why make threats you can’t hope to carry out? You’re going to be surrounded by your friends and family today. How would he get close enough to you to carry out his threat? It makes no sense.”

“I don’t know,” I said, “but I admit I’m getting a bit scared.”

Donna hugged me. “Don’t you worry none, honey. Your sisters got your back.”

The rest of them wrapped their arms around the two of us and I was surrounded by my friends, a cocoon of warmth and love, and I admit, it felt good knowing they would look out for me.

“Thank you, friends. I appreciate you all more than you know.”

“Oh Brenda. You don’t have to thank us. It’s what friends are for,” Tammie said. “We have to look out for each other.”

“We have business to take care of. Have you got your passport, Brenda?” Tiffany asked, breaking away from our huddle.

“In my purse.”

“Everyone else got what you need for the day?” Tiffany asked. “Bridesmaids dresses, make-up, birth control.”

We all laughed. Finally, we were all smiling again. We would be dressing at the church. They had a room set aside for the women to dress so our gowns wouldn’t get soiled or wrinkled before the ceremony. It was normally a practice room for the pianist and organist of the church, but was set aside for this purpose for weddings. It was toward the back of the church near the entry so it was convenient for being walked down the aisle as the ceremony started, and sound suppressed so the music wouldn’t disturb other church business.

We got there right at 12:30 and were led to the room. There were two doors, one at either side of the room. Before getting dressed we used the bathroom on the other side of the entry. No one wanted to struggle with our gowns if we had to pee. We didn’t want anyone coming in while we undressed, so we locked all the doors as we changed. Tammie, Donna and Yvonne had floor length, pale lilac colored, gowns with empire waists, sweetheart necklines to show off a little of their bosoms. Tiffany’s was roughly the same except hers was a slightly darker color to make her stand out from the others.

I had purchased an Alexandra Grecco gown which was a floor length, form fitting simple white satin under gown which could be worn separately for purposes other than weddings. The satin gown had spaghetti straps, a daring, deep dipping neckline to below my breasts, with baring cutouts at the sleeves which showed a nice amount of side boob and a deep back which bared the dimples over my butt. I’d kept my body from Tan for so long, I wanted to show him a little of what he would be getting now we were getting married as I walked down the aisle. I could not wear a bra with it because of the deep plunge and side show, but my breasts were not overlarge and they were firm. They would sway a little as I walked, but I was happy with that part of my anatomy. What made it more of a wedding dress was the white lace overskirt with silver highlights, cathedral length. The sleeves were netting with more lace and they extended past my fingers. The overskirt didn’t hide the sheath under it, merely enhanced it with lace and appliqué all over it. It also had a little net capelet with small seed pearls sewed on all over.

Tiffany was the only one who’d seen it on me. The others were seeing me wear it for the first time and they loved it. I showed them how I could wear the satin sheath by itself.

“Oh, honey,” Donna said. “You look amazing. Tan gonna get a hard on watching you come down the aisle; show the whole church what he got.”

“Thank you, Donna,” I laughed. “That’s the kind of the effect I was going for since I’ve made him wait so long.”

“If you’re lucky, he won’t bang you right on the altar,” Tammie said.

“Or lucky if he will,” Yvonne said. “I don’t know how you waited so long.”

“Here’s your something new,” Tammie said, giving me a veil matching the dress.

“Something blue,” Donna said, giving me a blue garter to go under my dress.

“Something old,” Yvonne said, giving me a sterling silver bracelet that brought out the silver highlights of the dress.

“And something borrowed,” Tiffany said, clasping a pearl necklace around my neck that matched the capelet.

When we were all dressed, and touched up each other’s make-up, we unlocked the door to the entry and all of my other girlfriends and my parents came in to see me. Tammie and Yvonne stayed outside the door to keep Tan and the groomsmen away so they wouldn’t see me before my grand entrance.

Sydney said, “My brother is going to love that dress. I hope he doesn’t tear it getting it off of you.”

“I’ll change before I leave the reception. I won’t have to worry about it.”

Mom and Dad were both a little surprised about the erotic effect of the dress. I was normally quite modest in what I wore.

“That’s quite the dress,” Dad said. “Very daring.”

“I’m finally going to be a woman, Dad, and Tan’s the one who will make me one. I wanted him to see what he was getting since I’ve made him wait so long.”

Dad laughed. “That dress will make him glad he waited.”

The church secretary came up and said it was time to start getting people seated. It was still more than a half hour before the wedding started, but people did need to be escorted in. My bridesmaids were helping in the process, so I was going to be left alone for awhile. Knowing about the weird texts I’d gotten, Tiffany said she’d stay with me and someone else could pick up the slack. I told her it wasn’t necessary as I could lock the doors and no one could get to me.

She double checked the lock at the back door and before she left through the entry door, said, “Keep this locked. No one gets in until your Dad comes to bring you down the aisle.”

“Of course. I’m no fool. This is my wedding day. I’m not taking any chances.”

She left and I clicked the lock extra loud, because I knew she’d be waiting outside the door until she heard it.

Nothing to do now but wait. I didn’t want to sit down, and crinkle my gown, but just standing seemed pointless. I pulled out my phone to start playing a game. Not five minutes after I’d been left alone, I got another text.

If you don’t open the side door in the next sixty seconds, I’m going to send this photo to the groom, the rest of the wedding party and your parents as well as the parents of the groom.

Included in the text was a picture of me while Jeremy’s cock was in my mouth at the Bachelorette party. Of course, it didn’t show me pushing Jeremy away or falling to the ground while trying to get away. All it showed was my mouth open, a look of lust on my face as I climaxed, and his cock halfway into my mouth.

I tried to think. Could it have been taken with telephoto lens from across the street through Tiffany’s two story windows? I think I was facing the window while Jeremy was dancing, so his back would have been to the windows, not sideways like this. Didn’t Tiffany collect all the phones? What happened at Tiffany’s, stays at Tiffany’s. That was the rule Tiffany enforced that night. Tammie reluctantly gave up her phone, but she did give it up.

Another text.

15 seconds.

I unlocked the door and a man came in. He had a mask covering the top of his face. Only his lips were visible, thin and cruel looking. He had no facial hair, no scars, marks or tattoos, average height and weight, maybe 5-10 or 5-11, 185 pounds. He was holding the phone he’d sent the texts from. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, so I assumed he wasn’t here for the wedding.

“That picture was not what it looked like,” I said. “It was a total accident and when it happened, I pushed him away, knocking myself to the floor. My girlfriends were with me. They can vouch for me.”

He smiled, but the smile was only on his lips, not anywhere else on his face or posture or attitude.

“Let’s say you’re right,” he said. “Let’s say the groom believes your friends, eventually, and doesn’t think they’re sticking up for their girlfriend. You’re supposed to be getting married in a little less than thirty minutes. You don’t think the groom’s father won’t hold things up, or even cancel them until this issue is resolved. His parents may never trust you again even if the groom does. Not a good way to start your marriage.”

“Better than having you blackmail me for the rest of my life with a picture of an accidental event I had no control over.”

“I can understand how you might think that. Tell you what. You give me the blow job I want, I’ll let you delete the photos yourself, right off the phone. Hell, I’ll give you the phone. Those photos will never screw up your life again.”

“I’m sure you don’t have copies of these things stashed someplace else,” I said sarcastically.

“On my honor. Besides, even if I did, I’m sure you’re going to tell Tan all about the little accident at the Bachelorette Party and it won’t be a problem in the future anyway. If I give you the phone, I can’t send the photo before the ceremony. I’ll even toss in these other photos as a wedding gift.”

He showed me other photos from that night. Me in the corset and crotchless panties, my breasts and pubic hair on public display, nipple clamps on my nipples, the collar and leash. Another of Erin whipping my breasts, showing me what the whip was like. The one of me in the filmy negligee and robe. Every picture that put me in a bad light was on his phone.

“You’d better make up your mind, because times wasting and I’m going to cum down your throat, or these pictures go out in public. You have a minute to decide.”

That was my choice, risk my wedding, my marriage, the respect of my parents and Tan’s parents or suck this blackmailers cock. He was right about one thing; time was not standing still. It took me fifteen seconds to decide.

“I’ll do it. Give me the phone.”

“Not until you’re done. Kneel down and pull out my cock.”

I pulled my dress up so I wouldn’t be kneeling on it. So much for wrinkles but maybe it wouldn’t get dirty. I lowered the zipper of his jeans and removed his hard cock, the head a dark red or even purple. There was already a drop on the tip, anticipating what I was going to do. I tried to remember everything I’d learned about sucking cock just last night. The sensitive places, the stroking as you suck, fondling the scrotum. I wanted this to end as soon as possible, in every conceivable way.

I enveloped his penis with my lips, my tongue darting around the head, laving it, trying to bring him to completion quickly. I took as much of his cock as I could, stroking his shaft and sucking as if my life depended on it. I was moving up and down his dick, trying not to waste a second of time. My hands were cupping his balls. I wanted nothing more in that instant, than to bite off his cock and squeeze his nuts until he screamed, but the door was locked and if they broke the door down, I’d be on my knees with blood all over my face and dress, and a piece of his prick in my mouth.

He must have known what I was thinking, because he said, “That’s a good girl. I knew you could do it.”

I started crying silently, tears rolling down my cheeks. I tried wiping them with my hands before they fell on my gown. Why hadn’t I sucked Tan’s cock? Why couldn’t Tan be the first one I’d ever done this for; not the remorseless, inhuman, monstrous individual I was fellating now. Worse than the feeling of remorse was the feeling of shame. Deep down inside, in some sick and twisted part of me I didn’t know existed; I felt a fragment of pleasure. It wasn’t much, knowing I was being extorted into this despicable act, but it was there, on the fringes of my consciousness, and I hated I experienced even one iota of excitement from sucking this blackmailing, evil bastards prick.

He put his hand on my head, encouraging me to take him deeper.

I stopped. “Keep your hands off my hairdo, you evil fuck.”

He chuckled and grabbed my ears instead, driving his cock down my throat until I choked, gasping. I was drooling, saliva dripping from my chin and nothing I could do about it.

“I’m getting close,” he said, “if you want to keep from getting my cum on your wedding dress, you’ll swallow every drop.”

I felt his balls stir in one hand, his cock swell in the other hand, and the head swell in my mouth and several spurts of hot, salty cum filled my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, hoping I’d get it all, but I felt drops spilling from the side of my too wide mouth and running down my chin.

“Not bad. Not bad at all,” he said. “I understand you’re a beginner, but you did quite well.”

I stuck my hand up for the phone, swallowing the last of his vile seed, tears still trailing down my cheeks. If he didn’t give it to me, I was going to tackle him and scream like a banshee, no matter what the consequences. Surprisingly, he actually handed me the phone and I thanked God my ordeal was over. He tucked his cock away and zipped up his jeans.

He bent down and whispered in my ear, “I wonder if the groom will smell and taste my cum on your breath when he kisses the bride.” He laughed and exited out the door he came in at.

I continued to kneel on the floor, too tired, heartbroken and disgusted to get up. My stomach was churning again and I wondered if I was going to throw up. I sat back on my heels, and looked at the pictures again. Someone; someone I called friend had taken these pictures. There was no question they were taken from inside Tiffany’s apartment and not through the windows. It was impossible for them to come from anywhere else. What was it I’d read a long time ago? Drop the R from friend and what do you have? Fiend. Someone I thought was a friend was a fucking fiend, and I had no clue who it was.

Was it Tiffany, my oldest friend, going back to junior high? Tammie, Donna or Yvonne; friends since freshman year in college? Suki, Erin, Cheyenne or Maria, my teammates in college? Who hated me enough to do this? The only other person who was there was Sydney, Tan’s sister. Why would she do something so destructive to Tan? Did she secretly hate him? She certainly never acted as if she did. In fact, they got along better than most siblings I knew. The only ones I knew who got along better was Cheyenne and her siblings, both whole and step, as they’d helped fill a void left when her mother went to prison for killing her father.

There was a knock on the door. “Come on, Brenda,” my dad said, “they’re starting the ceremony. It’s time to go.”

“Just a minute, Dad.”

I slowly stood up. I looked down at the little cape part of my dress. It had tear stains, drool stains and cum stains on it. We’d left a couple large bags in the room for the clothes we’d changed out of and our purses and phones which we couldn’t have during the ceremony. I shoved the capelet down to the bottom one of the bags. I looked at the phone in my hand. If I had a couple minutes, I’d smash the bloody thing to pieces, but I was out of time. I shoved the phone to the bottom of my purse and put it on the bottom of the other bag. Dad was knocking again.

“Hurry up, Brenda. They’re waiting.”

I took the shirt I’d worn this morning, dabbing the tears, drool and cum off my face, hopefully without smearing my make-up too bad. I put the shirt back, locked the side door, opened the entry door and looked at my father, waiting impatiently.

“You’ve been crying,” he said. “What’s wrong.”

“Tears of joy, Daddy. I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life. It’s why it took so long for me to answer. I had to put myself back together. I’m fine now. Do I look okay?”

He looked at me dubiously. “Except for the frown and puffy eyes, you look fine. Put a smile on your face, honey. This is supposed to be a day of blessing, of joy. You look like someone just killed your puppy.”

I did. I put a big smile on my face, frozen in place. I locked the door and closed it, locking away my shame, my disgust, and walked down the aisle with my father; though I never totally stopped the tears. I could feel one winding its way down my face, glacially slow. Maybe with the smile, they looked like what I said, tears of joy. Tan was a bit blurry from the tears in my eyes, gradually becoming clearer as we drew near. Daddy and I stopped just short of the rest of the wedding party.

“Who gives this woman to this man for the holy bond of matrimony?”

“Her father does,” Dad said, placing my hand in Tan’s. He said softly, “Take good care of her son.”

“I will, sir,” Tan replied. Tan helped me up the step to stand next to him. “You look incredible, darling,” Tan whispered.

“Thank you. You look good yourself.”

He did, too; amazingly handsome. He was wearing a dove gray dress coat (tails) with a waistcoat the color of Tiffany’s dress, and shirt the the lighter lilac of the bridesmaid’s dresses; with a gray bow tie and top hat. His groomsmen were wearing black morning coats with gray waistcoats and pants to match Tan’s jacket and the dark lilac bow ties, matching his waistcoat. They also had top hats, though theirs were black. They were all good looking men and looked splendid in their formal wear. I knew my girlfriends would be happy if they were single.

Tiffany whispered, “Where’s the pearl studded capelet?”

Was she the one who betrayed me? It was her house. Was there a video surveillance system in the house which she could have gotten the pictures from?

“It got stained. I couldn’t use it.”

She looked at me funny. I knew why. How could I have stained it in the practice room? There was nothing in there which might have caused stains. I couldn’t tell her how, standing right next to Tan, even if I knew she could be trusted. Right now, I didn’t trust anyone but Tan and my parents.

The rest of the ceremony was pretty hazy. I managed to answer the questions the minister asked when he asked them. I don’t think the smile ever left my face. I’d locked it on, but there was no happiness behind it. I kept thinking of what my blackmailer said before leaving me, “Will he taste my cum on your breath when you kiss him?” I could still taste it, the salty sour taste in my mouth. I could still feel the heat of his cum, scorching the back of my throat. The closer I got to the end of the ceremony, the more I dreaded it. I had to kiss him. Failing to kiss him would kill me, and kill Tan too. He wouldn’t know why I refused.

We reached the end. “By the powers vested in me by the Baptist Church, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Tan pulled me close and prepared to lock lips. I couldn’t do it. As soon as his lips touched mine, I put my hand over my mouth, saying, “I think I’m going to be sick,” and fled down the aisle with Tiffany running behind me. I had time to notice the shocked faces in the pews as I flew past, Dad and Mom’s among them. I rushed into ladies room and barely reaching a bowl, lost my cookies for the second time in two days; Tiffany stood behind me, trying to hold my hair out of the path of my puke. I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast, so I didn’t have much to hurl but cum and bile. Thankfully, it no longer looked like cum. I dry heaved a couple times.

“I think I may have a stomach bug,” I said, leaning over the bowl.

“During your wedding and right before your honeymoon,” Tiffany crooned. “I’m so sorry, Brenda.”

“Me, too.”

I no longer tasted the cum, I could only taste the vomit. Lucky me.

Tan was knocking on the ladies room door. “Brenda, honey, are you all right?”

Was I all right? I didn’t feel all right. I felt sick; sick at heart. “Give me a minute,” I said. “I think I’ll be okay.”

Would I ever be okay again? The love of my life was standing outside right now, and I couldn’t face him. With nothing more coming up, I slowly got to my feet. God, I’d spent too much time on my knees the last hour, for all the wrong reasons. I started rinsing my mouth in the sink, trying to wash away the bitter taste of my shame.

“Do you think you can find me some mints, Tiffany? I shouldn’t greet my guests smelling of vomit.”

“I might have some in my purse,” she said. “Let me check.”

“If you don’t have any, ask my Mom. She almost always has mints or gum in her purse.”

“Of course. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

She left the ladies room and I heard her explaining to Tan that it was nothing more than an upset stomach, maybe a stomach virus, but I’d be okay and there was nothing to worry about. She was going to get some mints to help settle my stomach. She still sounded like my friend. Was she still my friend? She left and Tan knocked on the door.

“Can I come in, Mrs. Tan ?”

That’s right; we were married now, even if it hadn’t been sealed with a kiss.

“It’s the ladies room, Tan. You should probably stay out in case anyone needs to use it.”

“I’ll leave if anyone needs to come in,” Tan said.

“I don’t want you to see me like this,” I said. “I feel ugly and disgusting.”

“I’m worried about you,” he said. “Please let me come in.”

I shuddered. “Okay,” in a tiny voice.

He came in and there were a bunch of people standing outside the door, trying to peer inside, including my folks. Under any other circumstance, they’d be the ones in here, but they’d turned over responsibility for my life to my new husband and they were recognizing his new authority for my welfare. He came over and hugged me. He tried to kiss me but I stopped him.

“I may have the flu and my mouth is like a toilet right now. Please don’t kiss me.”

So he hugged me harder.

“I’m sorry, honey.”

“It’s not your fault,” I said. “It just happened.”

Someone betrayed me and I had to suck another man’s cock on my wedding day, not your fault. Maybe not even mine, unless loving you so much I didn’t want you to see me with another man’s prick in my mouth thirty minutes before our wedding, was my fault. Even if it wasn’t my doing, I didn’t want Tan to see it, knowing I’d held everything back from him for so long. I loved him so much. At least the nightmare was over. The pictures were no longer in the blackmailers hands. Even if he had copies, I’d tell Tan what happened at the bachelorette party after our honeymoon and they could never be used against me again.

Tiffany returned. “I didn’t have any, but you were right, your Mom had some gum; spearmint.” She handed me one and I stuck it in my mouth, chewing furiously, trying to get all the nasty tastes out of it.

“Can I kiss you now?” Tan asked.

“I may still have the flu,” I reminded him, knowing I probably didn’t, but still uncomfortable kissing him.

“Better we have it together than you have it alone,” he said. I nodded and he kissed me, the kiss he deserved at the altar, but didn’t get, except for the gum in my mouth.

When he finally released me, I said, “We need to go out and greet our guests. Our wedding has already gone far off script. People are probably wondering what’s going on.”

“Are you sure you feel well enough?” Tan asked.

“My guts aren’t roiling anymore. I think it will be fine. Give Tiffany a minute to fix up my make-up and we can start greeting our guests.”

“Sure. I’ll explain the situation.” He left and I heard him talking to the people crowded around out in the entryway.

“Tiffany, you need to get the pastor or the church secretary to open the door to the practice room. I need repairs. I’m sure I look horrible.”

“You’ve looked better. Are you sure you’re okay?”

I looked at her, concern written all over her face. I sure hoped she was not my betrayer.

“As good as I can be, anyway,” I replied.

“Let’s get you fixed up then.”

She left and five minutes later was back with Yvonne, carrying both of our storage bags now the room had been opened. Yvonne didn’t say anything, but she looked as concerned as Tiffany had. My purse was buried, so Yvonne found her purse first. She and I basically had the same make-up so she used hers to fix my face. Finished, she had me look in the mirror. My eyes were still puffy from crying. There wasn’t much we could do about it without a lot more time and effort and I had already taken so much from the time set aside for the ceremony. I spit out the gum, its job completed. The reception would be starting fairly soon. We’d rented a country club about twenty minutes away where Tan’s Dad was a member.

The wedding party kind of got all the guests to go back in the church and we all lined up, Tan and I first, the best man and maid of honor, Geoff and Tiffany, the other groomsmen and bridesmaids, then the parents. The guests started filing by and we started greeting. We mostly rushed people through faster than we’d planned because we needed to get going. It helped that fewer people than expected wanted a kiss or to chat with the bride, wondering if I was contagious. Most shook my hand, though a few of my closest friends and relatives were willing to risk a kiss on the cheek. I kept my eyes open for someone with a cruel mouth, but I never saw him, so hopefully he was gone forever.

The reception line over, Tan and I went running for our waiting limo as people showered us with bird seed instead of the traditional rice, trying to be kind to the environment. The limo had been decorated, some Just Married signs on the back and sides of the limo. The driver hadn’t let people get too wild with the decorations, but it was clear we were recently married.

As soon as the driver pulled away, Tan was kissing me and fondling my breasts through the material of my gown.

“Slow down, big boy,” I said. “The driver can see us.”

“I don’t care,” Tan whispered. “I’ve been waiting for you for eighteen months.”

“Just close the window between us,” I said. “I’m yours, not the whole world’s.”

Tan smiled and raised the window, shutting off the drivers view. On the way to the reception, Tan brought me to completion the first time on his fingers. He was surprised to feel my bare vagina and wondered when I’d shaved myself. I told him I didn’t shave, I had a wax job and it was all for him. He couldn’t wait to shove his fingers in me. It only took a few minutes and I spasmed over his fingers, the first time a person’s fingers other than mine made me orgasm. I could hardly wait until I could return the favor.

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Chapter 5 - The Reception

Moments Hills Golf Club is where the reception was being held. Moments Hills main claims to fame were it held the Doggie Invitational, a top ten amateur golf championship, frequent US Women’s Open qualifying tournaments, President Wanna HardOn and his wife had lunch there, and one of the early golf pros died under mysterious circumstances and his death was never solved. It was a beautiful facility and we were fortunate to hold our reception there.

Our guests had a choice of three different items, Chicken Cordon Bleu, Blackened Grouper and Prime Rib. At the head table, in addition to Tan and myself, were our parents, and Tiffany and Geoff. The remainder of the groomsmen and bridesmaids were at two wing tables.

It appeared Donna was getting along well with the person she’d been paired with and I could see she wouldn’t go without company tonight. Yvonne seemed to like hers as well. Tiffany wasn’t all that enamored with Geoff. I wasn’t surprised. There had always been something off with Geoff, something oily or slimy about him I couldn’t explain. I tolerated him for Tan’s sake, but I would never have chosen him for a friend. It was hard to see what Tan saw in him, but they got along well. It turned out Tammie’s partner was married. His wife hadn’t come to the wedding. I was sure Tammie would never mess with a married guy, so she would be looking for a different partner tonight.

The first hour was spent in serving and eating the food. I was relaxing a little after the traumatic events of my wedding. I was frequently kissing Tan and fairly often I would find my hand on his leg, stroking it and when I removed it, would lightly run my hand up to his crotch and feel the length of him and I’d feel him stir at my touch, and shiver slightly.

Eventually, it was time for the speeches. My Dad went first.

“Hello honoured guests. We’re so happy you could join us on this joyful occasion. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Brenda’s father. Not the real one; unhappily he never entered the picture and never realized how much he missed by not being a part of Brenda’s life. I’ve known Brenda now since she was three years old. I’ve seen how she’s grown and matured as a woman, and I couldn’t be prouder of what she’s become. I do know Tan is getting a gem of great value.

“I don’t know Tan all that well. I’ve met him only a few times due to the distance between our residences. He seems like a nice young man to me, but the absolute best and greatest thing to be said about him is how much Brenda loves him. She always had good taste in boyfriends, and seeing Tan is the one who captured her heart, speaks volumes about his character and the high regard in which he should be held. Every father finds it hard to give up the care of his little girl to another man, but I believe I’m surrendering Brenda to a man who will look after her and care for her as I would.

“My fondest wish for the two of them is this: Your love for each other will so deepen and grow that as you look through all the years of your life and love together in the twilight of your years, you will look back on this day, your wedding day, as the day you loved each other the least. May God Bless your Union.”

We all drank a sip of champagne. I put my hand on his arm and said, “Thank you, Daddy.”

Geoff stood up, clapping his hands. “Well said. Very well said. A big round of applause for Mr. Grant, Brenda’s father.” Why did everything Geoff say sound insincere. I don’t know why I didn’t like him. “Hi there. My name is Geoff. I’ve known Tan since he was a little kid. Our fathers were friends before us. For those of you who don’t know Tan, he had a bit of a reputation, and not necessarily the good kind. Tan was like a sailboat, going wherever the wind took him. He left a lot of broken hearts in his wake. Then one day, he met Brenda and it was as if someone threw the anchor overboard and his sailing days were over. Other women no longer interested Tan. He found his soulmate. That is not how it seemed to Brenda. Tan’s reputation had preceded him. Brenda did not want to be another of Tan’s conquests. She refused to go out with him the first seven times he asked.”

I thought it was five or six, but maybe seven was right. I know I fought hard to refuse him. I grabbed Tan’s hand and held it.

“Tan was not to be denied, however. He knew he’d found the woman of his dreams, so he persisted, confident he’d finally win her heart. And here we are today, enjoying the celebration of their union. I too have a word of advice for the happy couple. Now, I don’t know how many of you know this, but Tan works out religiously, labouring to keep himself in shape, including a lot of weight lifting so he looks good and feels good. But I say to Tan that marriage is like weight lifting. You put in a lot of hard work to win the girl of your dreams, just as you did to get the body you have today, but if you don’t exercise the same muscles you used to win the girl, they become flabby and start to go to pot, just like failing to work out. She expects you to stay on top of your game, to put in the work to keep her, like you put in the work to win her. You can’t slack off just because you married her. Marriages fall apart by failing to exercise your love every day. Don’t fail in your exercise routine, good buddy, or your marriage muscles will get flabby. Work them out every day.” He lifted his glass. “Here’s to rock hard muscles.”

He gave a little thrust of his hips to insinuate what muscles he was expecting Tan to exercise. It got a laugh. It was funny, I admit it. But he’d taken something that was sincere and honest and turned it into a fucking joke or a joke about fucking. Either way, it could have been nice but he added that extra piece of slime I always anticipated from Geoff.

After the noise died down, Tan stood up and there was a lot clapping and with calls for “Speech, speech.” Tan settled them down with one hand. He still held my hand with his left.

“Ssshhh. Hold it down now. I have something to say, so please hold it down.” He looked at me, staring into my brown eyes with his black ones. “I met the girl of my dreams when I met Brenda. Apparently, she didn’t feel the same to start. I had to work my ass off to get her to go out with me. It was a total shock to my system. Women practically fell into my arms before Brenda, but not my little heart breaker. She wanted a good man, not some degenerate libertine, so I had to convince her I was not the same person who marched through the women of Atlanta like Sherman did through the city. I had to tame my wild ways to be worthy of the person she was. It was hard. I admit it was hard. But she showed me what goodness was; every day. Even after agreeing to be my wife, she remained chaste, determined to come to me pure on her wedding night. I don’t know how she did it. It was hard as hell for me, but I know she comes to me tonight untouched, wanting only me to know the touch of her lips, the beating of her heart, and the purity of her soul. Thank you, Brenda, for making me wait.”

As he spoke, I started to cry, knowing my lips had touched another man, my soul besmirched, my heart tawdry and torn. I’d wanted to save myself for only Tan, but another had me first and I could never remove the stain he’d left on me. Why did Tan have to talk about me in this way after what happened right before the wedding. He was stabbing a dagger in my heart, though he did not know and it wasn’t his fault. The only good thing; it was finally over and I never had to worry again. Tan would have all the rest of me. I would make up for what I’d done. I would love him with all my heart and soul and give him my body without reservation.

Tan sat down and I hugged and kissed him, desperately. I was filled with love and admiration for his waiting for me. I only wished I was as pure as he thought I was.

Tiffany stood up afterward. “Hello, ladies and gentlemen, and I use the word loosely for some of you. You know who you are.” She waited for the laughter to die after her comment. “I’ve known Brenda since we were in Junior High School together. Brenda has always been an amazing person, full of life and love, loyal to a fault, believing the best of everyone. She’s made me a better person just by knowing her. She’s always, ever since we started talking about boys, always wanted to save herself for marriage. It isn’t easy in this day and age. Sex is everywhere. It’s used to sell everything from jewelry to Coca Cola. Despite the social pressure to succumb to the allure of the carnal, Brenda remained steadfast in her beliefs and her commitment to chastity. She was teased constantly. Even I was guilty of doing it, but she was convinced the man she married would appreciate and respect her for waiting for the one she truly loved. Tan is the man she’s waited for. The one she wanted to surrender to, and from his speech earlier, it seems he really does appreciate she’s had to courage and fortitude to wait only for him.”

She raised her glass and everyone drank. Oh, God, even Tiffany was talking about it now. Why couldn’t they talk about anything else? I had waited. Waited right up until 30 minutes before my wedding, and fearing what might happen if that stupid fucking picture got out right before the ceremony, tarnished myself on my wedding day. Couldn’t anyone talk about anything else? I started crying harder, leaning in on Tan’s shoulder to weep. What excuse would I use this time? Tears of joy again. Overcome with emotional happiness? Maybe still somewhat sick or overwrought from being sick? Talk about anything else, please. Tan put his arm around me and kissed the top of my head. It was my turn; my turn to speak and my eyes were red, my nose was running, my make-up ruined and I looked like a mess. The pictures and video from my wedding would show Brenda running from the altar, crying all the time, sobbing hysterically, and I would be the only one who knew why.

I was an emotional, hysterical wreck. Taking my napkin, I wiped my face. If my make-up was ruined anyway, I might as well finish the job. My Dad on one side and Tan on the other were patting my shoulders and encouraging me. What to tell them now? I appreciate everyone saying I was a good girl and waited for my wedding day before sex, but a half hour before I married the wonderful person beside me, I sucked another man’s cock. I’m a horrible person and I’m sorry for all the nice things said about me, but it’s all a lie now. It’s not what I’d planned on saying, but it’s what I felt like saying. I stood up and faced my guests, every eye on me but a few of the wait staff.

“I want to thank all of you for coming today. Some of you have come from far away to share in our joy, including three of the groomsmen. I’m thankful you think enough of us to take the time out of your busy lives to be with us here. I apologize to everyone for being such a wreck today,” I said. “This has obviously been a very emotional day. I love the man beside me like no other. As others have rightly pointed out today, it was not love at first sight, for me at least. Tan did have a reputation which did not strike me as a good fit for myself when I first met him. I did not want to fall in love with someone so clearly unlike what I’d been looking for in a life partner. It was only through his patience and persistence, I gave him a chance to prove himself to me. And he has done just that - proved himself to me every day. He has been kind, and loving, and understanding with me. I look at him now,” I looked down at my love, “and feel inadequate and unworthy of him. He has waited for me, treasured me and loved me, and I want to be a better person for him. I shall attempt to prove to him every day how much he means to me and how much I love him, and I pray he never regrets marrying me. I raise my glass to Tan, my friend, my husband, and soon to be, my lover. I love you, Tan.”

I touched my glass to his and Daddy’s and emptied my glass, then looked around the room, sweeping all our gathered company. I barely noticed them, the obsequious waiting staff, but there was one clearing off our table I glanced at more closely and I could see a cruel mouth, a whisper of an evil smile on his lips, and I fell into a dead faint, my glass shattering on the floor.

When I wake up, Tan, Tiffany, Taylor, Donna, Yvonne and my parents are all standing around me. Beneath me is soft cushions and I look around, recognizing the billiards and dart room of the Moments Hills Golf Club. They have couches and easy chairs for members to sit in while waiting their turn for the table and dart board. I was lying on one of the couches and Tan was stroking my face and head. Mom and Dad were leaning over the back of the couch, concerned for their one and only child.

“How long have I been unconscious?” I ask, trying to sit up.

“Stay down for a minute,” Tan said. “There’s no rush. About twenty minutes, I think, maybe a little less.” He looked at the others for confirmation and several of them nodded in agreement. I laid back down, glad to comply, my head still spinning.

“What’s happened to our guests?” I ask.

“The DJ is playing music and most of them are dancing and drinking,” Tan smiled. “Some went home, a little overwhelmed by what’s happened today, but most are still here waiting for us to make an appearance.”

“We didn’t get to dance the first dance together, Tan.”

“So we’ll dance the tenth, or the twentieth, or the fiftieth together. It’s no big deal. Did you not have enough to eat today. Why did you faint?”

What was I supposed to tell him? That I thought I saw the man who blackmailed me into sucking his penis right before my wedding? That Tan wasn’t the first one I’d done that for? Someone else had beat him to it? Was it even the same man? I saw so little of him for so briefly, I could be wrong, though I doubt I could ever forget his cruel expression if I didn’t see it again for a hundred years.

“I don’t know,” I lied. Starting out my marriage with a second lie, the first being I was unstained.

“Brenda, are you okay?” Tiffany asked. “You haven’t been right almost all day? Are you sick? Do you need to see a doctor? I’d ask if you’re pregnant, if it weren’t patently ridiculous.”

My dear friend, Tiffany. Was she the one who betrayed me? One of my friends did and put me on my knees sucking a stranger’s dick.

“I think I’m fine. Just emotional, I guess. It’s been an exciting day.”

“You’re one of the calmest people I know, Brenda. Nothing ever flusters you,” Yvonne said. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Was it Yvonne, or Tammie, or Donna? They were all here with me now. Did they want to witness what their effect on me, what had been done to me? Keep an eye on me in case I started to figure it out?

“Please, Tan, help me sit up. At the very least, I’d like to go back to the hall and wish our guests a good night.”

“Are you sure? You can rest here for a few more minutes.”

“My head has stopped spinning. You and Daddy will make sure I don’t collapse anymore. I need to go.” I was hoping to see if I could spot the waiter, get a better look at him. Was it the same man?

Tan helped me to sit up. He bid me to remain sitting to see if I got dizzy again. I was impatient, but it was a smart thing to do. I sat calmly, waiting for the requisite period of time to pass. I didn’t get the spins, so I said I was fine.

Dad and Tan helped me to my feet, staying close in case I started to drop again. I was doing fine, so I asked to go back to the reception. Each of them took a hand and walked with me back to the hall. A few people saw me come in and started clapping, which caused others to look and see me, and they clapped too. I felt ridiculous. I’d made a mess of my wedding and people were clapping and cheering like I’d scored a touchdown.

Three quarters of our guests were still there. They led me to a chair and I sat down and people started coming up to me and asking if I was all right. I must have said “I’m fine, just too much emotion, I think,” about a hundred times.

“Are the wait staff still here?” I asked Tan.

Tan looked around. “They were almost finished clearing when you fainted. I’m sure they’ve all left by now. Why do you ask?”

I wanted to see if my blackmailer was with them, but I couldn’t say that. “I thought they did a great job,” I said. “I wanted to thank them.”

“They were well paid,” Tan replied. “That should be thanks enough.”

“Of course, dear. You’re right. I just wondered.”

I sat there for another half hour, holding court, really. My guests coming to me instead of me going to them. I felt fine really, it was all so silly. Finally, I asked Tan if we could have our dance now.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“What could happen? You’ll be holding me, won’t you?”

“Of course.”

“Then let’s dance. I’m not an invalid.”

“Give me a minute to speak to the DJ. I’ll have him put on our songs.”

“Thank you.”

Tan got up and went to speak to the DJ. He stopped the current song and said, “The bride and groom, after a brief interruption in the nights festivities, would like to dance their first dances together as man and wife. The grooms song is ‘Can You Feel the Love Tonight’ by Elton John.”

The music started and Tan came to my chair and escorted me onto the dance floor. We started dancing and he was holding me close.

“I hope you’re feeling well enough to ‘Feel the Love Tonight’,” Tanner whispered. “You’ve made me wait so long already.”

“Nothing in this world could stop me from loving you tonight, Tan. I’ve waited too long as it is. There have been times I wished I didn’t make you wait.” Like today before our wedding, I thought. “I love you so much. You may never know how much.” I settled my face on his shoulder nuzzling up to his neck. “I even took lessons.”

“You took lessons?” He looked at me, shocked and puzzled. “From who?”

“My posse, last night. We watched some porn while they gave me some pointers. Tiffany even brought out a glass dildo so I could practice sucking, you know, your penis.”

“And that’s all you practiced on?”

“Of course.” I lied again. “Where else would I practice.” I nestled against him again so I didn’t have to look at him.

His song ended and the DJ said, “This is the bride’s song, ‘Someday, My Prince Will Come.’ This version is by Barbra Streisand.”

“Am I your prince?” Tan asked.

“None other,” I responded. “I will prove it to you tonight, my prince.”