Alicia Becomes a Bridesmaid
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I’m watching him, as they dance together, closer, more intimately than they probably should be doing. His hand resting in the small of her back, but occasionally straying a little lower to touch the top of her soft buttocks.
Her head is resting against his shoulder, her arms around his neck, one hand gently massaging through the bottom of his hair. Just as a married couple might.
And they are married, just not to each other….
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As we travel down to the south coast for the wedding of our mutual friend, I can’t help feeling a tad jealous that my father was chosen as the Best Man. The Groom is one year younger than me, part of the athletics squad that my father coached as we were younger and now a friend of the family.
We’re heading down together, with a couple of other lads from the team, and without John’s wife, because my mother isn’t currently well enough to face the seven hour road trip.
As we drive down, the conversations get bawdier and talk naturally switches to the fairer sex and one or two of our exploits with them.
My father has never been shy and is quite happy to join in, boasting about one or two of his own conquests, despite my presence. He talks of the Asian waitress he chatted up on a recent business trip to Honk Kong (I knew the photos I found of this woman meant something!) and how she would’ve been willing to relocate to the UK to start a relationship with him. “Doubt the wife would’ve been too happy with the arrangement though!” he joked.
He went on to talk about his current secretary, Deborah, describing her as a statuesque brunette, with Page 3 tits.
“Some days when she doesn’t wear a bra, her brown nipples show through her blouse and it’s hard to get any work done at all!” he laughs.
“So, have you shagged her yet, John?” comes the question from Darren, as forthright as ever.
“Course not!” Comes my father’s reply, “I’m a married man!” he adds with a laugh.
Except I know different….
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And so, to the wedding itself.
My father as an older Best Man, handles his duties with his usual impeccable style, his gift of the gab raising numerous laughs from the audience during the best man’s speech.
The bride has 3 bridesmaids, all a good fifteen to twenty years my father’s junior, and as the evening progresses and we move outside to the courtyard of the castle where the reception is being held, I notice one of them, a slim, short spikey haired blonde is receiving quite a lot of my father’s attention.
It’s a beautiful warm summer’s evening, and as I observe silently from a corner table, all the signs of mutual attraction are there. She is smiling at him, laughing at his quips, flicking her hair back and occasionally touching him on the forearm. Of course, being a young, attractive woman, I know for certain my Dad will already be undressing her in his head.
As I sip my drink quietly alone and stare at the courtship unfolding in front of my eyes, my gaze is broken by someone touching my own arm, its Sophy, the bride.
“Are you ok, Mark? You seem very quiet.” She asks.
“I’m fine thanks, Sophy, it’s been a lovely day. And you look wonderful.”
“Thanks, Mark.”
“Who’s that dancing with my father?” I ask, as I watch them shuffle intimately together on to the dancefloor.
“Oh, that’s Katie. Her hubby got blind drunk last night and was sick all this morning, so they had a blazing row and she told him not to come.” Explains the bride, “I guess your father’s just trying to cheer her up.” She adds, a little awkwardly.
“I bet he is!” I laugh, but my quip is lost on Sophie, who doesn’t know my father like I do.
As we continue to chat, my eyes regularly avert over the top of Sophie’s shoulder to my father and Katie on the dancefloor.
A slow song has now come on and they are hugging one another tightly, bodies pressed against one another, her hands round my father’s neck, her head rested on is shoulder, while my father’s hands hover around her waist, at the base of her back and just above her pert little bum.
There’s no doubting she’s an attractive girl, slim, petite with the spiky blonde hair and stud in her nose giving an edge to her. Given half the chance I would make a play for her myself. At least we’re similar ages! But I don’t share my father’s gift of the gab, and it seems to have a spell-binding effect on nearly all the women he comes into contact with, even if they are young enough to be his daughter!
After a short break of livelier music, another slow song comes on and the would-be couple are quick to step back out to the dancefloor together again. Surely, I can’t be the only one seeing this? But few people know my father like I do…As I watch again, they are whispering to each other, heads inches apart, Katie looking longingly into his eyes, stroking the back of his neck, whilst this time there's no doubting my father’s hands stray a little on to her pert, little bum, resplendent in the short pink dress she is wearing.
The song finally ends, and the DJ picks up the pace again. They stop dancing and instead stand there talking for a moment, before I watch Katie give my dad a little peck on the cheek and then leave him standing there alone as she strolls from the courtyard, out into the castle grounds…
Ha never mind, you old bastard! I laugh to myself as it appears she has finally left the old sod to his own devices, but then suddenly my heart lurches as my father looks around sheepishly, before heading off in the same direction as the young temptress. Surely not….! I think to myself.
After another minute or two of chatting, I make my excuses with Sophy, and decide to investigate.
As I round the corner of the courtyard, the music quickly fades and I’m left in the late evening gloom, with just the birds singing to accompany me.
I creep my way down toward the lake, but nothing. Looking around I’m thinking where the fuck have they gone?
I stand by the water’s edge and think I’m probably making too much of it, but then I hear giggling coming from the woods. When I get to the edge of the trees, I can make out whispered voices coming from behind a little shepherds hut, no doubt now used by the groundsmen.
I creep slowly through the woods and shrubs now, careful not to be seen as my ears prick and I hear more words that cause the hairs on the back of my neck to prickle.
“Oh Katie…” I recognise the voice instantly, as my father’s.
I’m less than 20 yards away now from the hut, and though deep down I already knew what was going on, when I actually see it, I’m still shocked, nevertheless.
My father is leant against the outside wall of the shed, his trousers around his ankles and Katie is crouched on her hunches in front of him. Her mouth has encircled his erect penis and is sucking the life out of him.
Jesus! Not again! I pull away momentarily, leaning against the large tree I’m now stood behind, wondering what the fuck to do. As I stand there, I can’t help but notice my own cock is also already quite hard in response to what I’ve just seen.
As I look back, my father is moaning quietly as the little blonde whore works him with her tongue, her left hand aiding her oral exertions by wanking my father at the base of his cock and cupping his balls.
Instinctively my hand goes down to my own cock and despite the flood of shame that courses through my body, I’m unable to stop myself, as I start to rub myself through my trousers.
I can’t help but think if she were doing this to me I would have already blown my muck, but my dad is older and far more experienced, and it shows. Katie stands up after a further minute or so of her delicate actions, and turns her back to my father, rubbing her bum against his wet, glistening rod.
My father’s hands come around the front and squeeze her breasts through her dress, before frantically going to her back to unzip the dress a little and gain better access. Seconds later her straps fall off her shoulders and the dress tumbles down to her waist. I gasp at the sight of her per little white breasts in the moonlight, as my father cups them gently, before squeezing them and nuzzling the nape of her neck.
Her nipples are brown and swell quickly to his touch. They are impressively large, proud and upturned, just aching to be sucked. My cock is now out of my trousers and I’m wanking myself quite hard now and have to supress my own breathing which is becoming increasingly loud.
Katie turns back to face my father and her arms encircle his neck and they start to kiss each other, tenderly. Quickly the kiss turns into deep tonging, and my dad’s hands grapple with Katie’s lovely bottom, before hooking his fingers in her panties and pulling them to one side.
Quite roughly, urgently even, he turns her around so that she is facing the hut wall and I realise he is about to take her from behind.
The little slut stands with her back to him, dress hoisted up around her waist, legs apart, and leaning against the hut wall I hear her breathe urgently, “Fuck me, John! Fuck me!”
My father positions himself behind her and seconds later they both gasp in unison.
Quickly my Dad starts to buck inside his young lover. Hard, fast, needy thrusts, causing her tiny body to shake and the timber wall of the shed to bang to their rhythm and I have to look away briefly or I’ll cum myself.
Regaining my composure, I peep again and from my sideways vantage point I can see my Dad has both his hands on her pert little breasts and is squeezing them roughly, as he plunges his cock in and out of her little snatch.
Katie is moaning gently all the while, whilst leaning her head back against my father’s, so that his face his buried in her thick blonde spikes hair. He’s saying stuff to her and making her giggle, before shrieking as he ploughs into her with sudden, increased intensity.
As I watch on, I’m wanking frantically now too. Don’t know if it’s the occasion, the alcohol or simply watching my own father committing adultery in front of my very eyes, and with a woman more my age than his, but I’m incredibly turned on.
They are both in the full throes of passion now, enjoying each other in lustful, greedy, dirty, meaningless sex, fucking just because they can, and they want to, without a thought of the consequences for their loved ones. This thought probably shouldn’t turn me on, but it does, and as I watch my dad thrusting into his newly acquainted little whore, as she turns her head to the side slightly to kiss my father again, I can hold back no more.
I cum into my hand, big creamy jets of spunk, as I watch my own father fucking the arse off the little slut. As my own orgasm subsides, conflicting emotions overcome me. I feel guilty as thoughts of my mother recovering at home enter my head once more, and my lack of intervention at what I’m witnessing, preferring instead to satisfy my own lust leaves a hollow feeling inside of me. But as I look on, I also can’t help a tinge of admiration as my father continues to hump the arse off his young lover.
How the fuck does he do it!? I marvel. She is so much younger than him and on the face of it out of his league, yet here he is taking her to rapturous heights as he drives his cock ever deeper inside her.
I continue to watch on in wonderment as my father dismounts and Katie turns around to face him. Grabbing her he picks up and as she wraps her legs around his waist and leans her back against the hut.
They kiss. Frantic, needy, pecks, between giggling and laughing, as my Dad whispers words that I can't make out to his young beau. Then he enters her again and quickly, urgently begins to pump into her young, slim body. Her pert little tits and erect nipples are shaking, dancing, as he does so, and my father dips his head down to take one in his mouth.
As he does so, Katie throws her head back and gasps and her hands cradle his head, encouraging him to suck and fuck the shit out of her.
"God I love the feel of you inside me, John. Your big cock inside my cunt. Cum inside of me, John. I want your cum..." the bridesmaid cries.
My father’s hips thrust ever more forcefully into her hairy blonde snatch in response to these words and her body is banging against the hut, the noises echoing around the wood, though neither seem to care now as they lose any inhibitions.
Seconds later and his little slut finally goes off and her head rocks back against the hut wall. “Fuck!” she cries out as her hands grip my dad’s arse cheeks, pulling him as deep inside her as possible as her orgasm courses through her body.
This clearly does the trick for my Dad as seconds later he grunts several times and empties himself inside her. As they twitch against each other and exchange their love juices, I leave them to it and walk back up to the Castle to clean myself up properly in the toilets before joining the rest of the guests once more in the courtyard.
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Its now well past midnight and the DJ is winding down proceedings. Amazingly the two illicit lovers are back on the dancefloor once more.
But this time not with one another.
Shortly after their little tryst, Katie’s husband turned up all apologetic and begging for forgiveness. After what the little tart had been up to in his absence it was the least she could do, I suppose.
My father meanwhile is also back on the dancefloor, this time with a much bigger, brassier and older blonde d****d
around him, her big fat tits pressed against his chest, her hips moving gently to the romantic music and slow-grinding against his no-doubt erect penis. As the evening has progressed and the drinks have flowed, any effort to hide his intentions like earlier in the evening have now gone, and this time my Dad can barely keep his hands off her fat, wobbly arse cheeks.
It’s been barely two hours since his last conquest, but with an overnight stay away from his wife in the offing, it seems his next fuck has already been selected...
Her head is resting against his shoulder, her arms around his neck, one hand gently massaging through the bottom of his hair. Just as a married couple might.
And they are married, just not to each other….
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As we travel down to the south coast for the wedding of our mutual friend, I can’t help feeling a tad jealous that my father was chosen as the Best Man. The Groom is one year younger than me, part of the athletics squad that my father coached as we were younger and now a friend of the family.
We’re heading down together, with a couple of other lads from the team, and without John’s wife, because my mother isn’t currently well enough to face the seven hour road trip.
As we drive down, the conversations get bawdier and talk naturally switches to the fairer sex and one or two of our exploits with them.
My father has never been shy and is quite happy to join in, boasting about one or two of his own conquests, despite my presence. He talks of the Asian waitress he chatted up on a recent business trip to Honk Kong (I knew the photos I found of this woman meant something!) and how she would’ve been willing to relocate to the UK to start a relationship with him. “Doubt the wife would’ve been too happy with the arrangement though!” he joked.
He went on to talk about his current secretary, Deborah, describing her as a statuesque brunette, with Page 3 tits.
“Some days when she doesn’t wear a bra, her brown nipples show through her blouse and it’s hard to get any work done at all!” he laughs.
“So, have you shagged her yet, John?” comes the question from Darren, as forthright as ever.
“Course not!” Comes my father’s reply, “I’m a married man!” he adds with a laugh.
Except I know different….
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And so, to the wedding itself.
My father as an older Best Man, handles his duties with his usual impeccable style, his gift of the gab raising numerous laughs from the audience during the best man’s speech.
The bride has 3 bridesmaids, all a good fifteen to twenty years my father’s junior, and as the evening progresses and we move outside to the courtyard of the castle where the reception is being held, I notice one of them, a slim, short spikey haired blonde is receiving quite a lot of my father’s attention.
It’s a beautiful warm summer’s evening, and as I observe silently from a corner table, all the signs of mutual attraction are there. She is smiling at him, laughing at his quips, flicking her hair back and occasionally touching him on the forearm. Of course, being a young, attractive woman, I know for certain my Dad will already be undressing her in his head.
As I sip my drink quietly alone and stare at the courtship unfolding in front of my eyes, my gaze is broken by someone touching my own arm, its Sophy, the bride.
“Are you ok, Mark? You seem very quiet.” She asks.
“I’m fine thanks, Sophy, it’s been a lovely day. And you look wonderful.”
“Thanks, Mark.”
“Who’s that dancing with my father?” I ask, as I watch them shuffle intimately together on to the dancefloor.
“Oh, that’s Katie. Her hubby got blind drunk last night and was sick all this morning, so they had a blazing row and she told him not to come.” Explains the bride, “I guess your father’s just trying to cheer her up.” She adds, a little awkwardly.
“I bet he is!” I laugh, but my quip is lost on Sophie, who doesn’t know my father like I do.
As we continue to chat, my eyes regularly avert over the top of Sophie’s shoulder to my father and Katie on the dancefloor.
A slow song has now come on and they are hugging one another tightly, bodies pressed against one another, her hands round my father’s neck, her head rested on is shoulder, while my father’s hands hover around her waist, at the base of her back and just above her pert little bum.
There’s no doubting she’s an attractive girl, slim, petite with the spiky blonde hair and stud in her nose giving an edge to her. Given half the chance I would make a play for her myself. At least we’re similar ages! But I don’t share my father’s gift of the gab, and it seems to have a spell-binding effect on nearly all the women he comes into contact with, even if they are young enough to be his daughter!
After a short break of livelier music, another slow song comes on and the would-be couple are quick to step back out to the dancefloor together again. Surely, I can’t be the only one seeing this? But few people know my father like I do…As I watch again, they are whispering to each other, heads inches apart, Katie looking longingly into his eyes, stroking the back of his neck, whilst this time there's no doubting my father’s hands stray a little on to her pert, little bum, resplendent in the short pink dress she is wearing.
The song finally ends, and the DJ picks up the pace again. They stop dancing and instead stand there talking for a moment, before I watch Katie give my dad a little peck on the cheek and then leave him standing there alone as she strolls from the courtyard, out into the castle grounds…
Ha never mind, you old bastard! I laugh to myself as it appears she has finally left the old sod to his own devices, but then suddenly my heart lurches as my father looks around sheepishly, before heading off in the same direction as the young temptress. Surely not….! I think to myself.
After another minute or two of chatting, I make my excuses with Sophy, and decide to investigate.
As I round the corner of the courtyard, the music quickly fades and I’m left in the late evening gloom, with just the birds singing to accompany me.
I creep my way down toward the lake, but nothing. Looking around I’m thinking where the fuck have they gone?
I stand by the water’s edge and think I’m probably making too much of it, but then I hear giggling coming from the woods. When I get to the edge of the trees, I can make out whispered voices coming from behind a little shepherds hut, no doubt now used by the groundsmen.
I creep slowly through the woods and shrubs now, careful not to be seen as my ears prick and I hear more words that cause the hairs on the back of my neck to prickle.
“Oh Katie…” I recognise the voice instantly, as my father’s.
I’m less than 20 yards away now from the hut, and though deep down I already knew what was going on, when I actually see it, I’m still shocked, nevertheless.
My father is leant against the outside wall of the shed, his trousers around his ankles and Katie is crouched on her hunches in front of him. Her mouth has encircled his erect penis and is sucking the life out of him.
Jesus! Not again! I pull away momentarily, leaning against the large tree I’m now stood behind, wondering what the fuck to do. As I stand there, I can’t help but notice my own cock is also already quite hard in response to what I’ve just seen.
As I look back, my father is moaning quietly as the little blonde whore works him with her tongue, her left hand aiding her oral exertions by wanking my father at the base of his cock and cupping his balls.
Instinctively my hand goes down to my own cock and despite the flood of shame that courses through my body, I’m unable to stop myself, as I start to rub myself through my trousers.
I can’t help but think if she were doing this to me I would have already blown my muck, but my dad is older and far more experienced, and it shows. Katie stands up after a further minute or so of her delicate actions, and turns her back to my father, rubbing her bum against his wet, glistening rod.
My father’s hands come around the front and squeeze her breasts through her dress, before frantically going to her back to unzip the dress a little and gain better access. Seconds later her straps fall off her shoulders and the dress tumbles down to her waist. I gasp at the sight of her per little white breasts in the moonlight, as my father cups them gently, before squeezing them and nuzzling the nape of her neck.
Her nipples are brown and swell quickly to his touch. They are impressively large, proud and upturned, just aching to be sucked. My cock is now out of my trousers and I’m wanking myself quite hard now and have to supress my own breathing which is becoming increasingly loud.
Katie turns back to face my father and her arms encircle his neck and they start to kiss each other, tenderly. Quickly the kiss turns into deep tonging, and my dad’s hands grapple with Katie’s lovely bottom, before hooking his fingers in her panties and pulling them to one side.
Quite roughly, urgently even, he turns her around so that she is facing the hut wall and I realise he is about to take her from behind.
The little slut stands with her back to him, dress hoisted up around her waist, legs apart, and leaning against the hut wall I hear her breathe urgently, “Fuck me, John! Fuck me!”
My father positions himself behind her and seconds later they both gasp in unison.
Quickly my Dad starts to buck inside his young lover. Hard, fast, needy thrusts, causing her tiny body to shake and the timber wall of the shed to bang to their rhythm and I have to look away briefly or I’ll cum myself.
Regaining my composure, I peep again and from my sideways vantage point I can see my Dad has both his hands on her pert little breasts and is squeezing them roughly, as he plunges his cock in and out of her little snatch.
Katie is moaning gently all the while, whilst leaning her head back against my father’s, so that his face his buried in her thick blonde spikes hair. He’s saying stuff to her and making her giggle, before shrieking as he ploughs into her with sudden, increased intensity.
As I watch on, I’m wanking frantically now too. Don’t know if it’s the occasion, the alcohol or simply watching my own father committing adultery in front of my very eyes, and with a woman more my age than his, but I’m incredibly turned on.
They are both in the full throes of passion now, enjoying each other in lustful, greedy, dirty, meaningless sex, fucking just because they can, and they want to, without a thought of the consequences for their loved ones. This thought probably shouldn’t turn me on, but it does, and as I watch my dad thrusting into his newly acquainted little whore, as she turns her head to the side slightly to kiss my father again, I can hold back no more.
I cum into my hand, big creamy jets of spunk, as I watch my own father fucking the arse off the little slut. As my own orgasm subsides, conflicting emotions overcome me. I feel guilty as thoughts of my mother recovering at home enter my head once more, and my lack of intervention at what I’m witnessing, preferring instead to satisfy my own lust leaves a hollow feeling inside of me. But as I look on, I also can’t help a tinge of admiration as my father continues to hump the arse off his young lover.
How the fuck does he do it!? I marvel. She is so much younger than him and on the face of it out of his league, yet here he is taking her to rapturous heights as he drives his cock ever deeper inside her.
I continue to watch on in wonderment as my father dismounts and Katie turns around to face him. Grabbing her he picks up and as she wraps her legs around his waist and leans her back against the hut.
They kiss. Frantic, needy, pecks, between giggling and laughing, as my Dad whispers words that I can't make out to his young beau. Then he enters her again and quickly, urgently begins to pump into her young, slim body. Her pert little tits and erect nipples are shaking, dancing, as he does so, and my father dips his head down to take one in his mouth.
As he does so, Katie throws her head back and gasps and her hands cradle his head, encouraging him to suck and fuck the shit out of her.
"God I love the feel of you inside me, John. Your big cock inside my cunt. Cum inside of me, John. I want your cum..." the bridesmaid cries.
My father’s hips thrust ever more forcefully into her hairy blonde snatch in response to these words and her body is banging against the hut, the noises echoing around the wood, though neither seem to care now as they lose any inhibitions.
Seconds later and his little slut finally goes off and her head rocks back against the hut wall. “Fuck!” she cries out as her hands grip my dad’s arse cheeks, pulling him as deep inside her as possible as her orgasm courses through her body.
This clearly does the trick for my Dad as seconds later he grunts several times and empties himself inside her. As they twitch against each other and exchange their love juices, I leave them to it and walk back up to the Castle to clean myself up properly in the toilets before joining the rest of the guests once more in the courtyard.
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Its now well past midnight and the DJ is winding down proceedings. Amazingly the two illicit lovers are back on the dancefloor once more.
But this time not with one another.
Shortly after their little tryst, Katie’s husband turned up all apologetic and begging for forgiveness. After what the little tart had been up to in his absence it was the least she could do, I suppose.
My father meanwhile is also back on the dancefloor, this time with a much bigger, brassier and older blonde d****d
around him, her big fat tits pressed against his chest, her hips moving gently to the romantic music and slow-grinding against his no-doubt erect penis. As the evening has progressed and the drinks have flowed, any effort to hide his intentions like earlier in the evening have now gone, and this time my Dad can barely keep his hands off her fat, wobbly arse cheeks.
It’s been barely two hours since his last conquest, but with an overnight stay away from his wife in the offing, it seems his next fuck has already been selected...
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