Wedding Crashers, Pt. 1

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Wedding Crashers, Pt. 1

"Sigh. Okay, girls. Everyone out. The bride is having a little pre-game jitters so please give her a minute with the maid of honor."

"Okay. Try to stay calm."

"I'm her. I'm her."

"Yes, Zach, you're her. The soon to be Mrs. Michael Brandsworth."

"You said I would be a bridesmaid!"

"I guess there were some kinks during the jump."

"Kinks? KINKS!? I'm the fucking bride!"

"Like I said, slight mistake."

"Slight? Oh fuck, this dress. And I feel her panties flat against me. God, and her garter belt."

"And I feel my panties. So what? At least the dress is comfortable this time and not too ugly. How does your dress feel?"

"Heavy."

"But otherwise, you look great! We just have to power through it."

"Power through it? That's easy for you to say, you're a bridesmaid and your stupid jump has put me in the starring role."

"Hey now, I'm not just a bridesmaid. I'm the maid of HONOR."

"I forgot why I even thought this was a good idea."

"Because I told you weddings were the best parties ever, especially if you were one of the bridesmaids."

"I need a drink."

"The bar will be open all night."

"That's not what I mean! I have to get out of here right now."

"You can't just leave a guy at the alter. This isn't his fault."

"We have to make the jump back. Now."

"Not possible. The transformer has to recharge back at my apartment. That will take about 24 hours. Then we can make the return jump."

"Fucking hell, Bryson! 24 hours is FOREVER. Are you sure?"

As long as nothing extreme happens and there's any weird charged energy — if that happens then it will be rather involved to extract you. This is my 15th wedding without a snag. And the next 15 we will get right. We will make sure we are always the bridesmaids and never the brides — get it?"

"Charged energy?!?! In 24 hours I will be on her honeymoon!"

"Oh, come on, like anything is going to happen. All you have to do is walk down that aisle, keep everyone happy, and get the guy drunk enough to pass out and then ride it through. Then we're both outta here and the maid of honor and bride are back in business, albiet it: a little groggy and confused."

"Double fucking hell, Bryson!"

"Hey! It's not my fault. I thought the aim was totally on point. You should be in Susan, bridesmaid #2. Not the bride. And bridesmaids want to forget the wedding anyway, usually they are beside themselves with jealousy. But look on the bright side: we can work with this. Oh I hear them outside. They're knocking, you have to go. The wedding is about to start. Giggle! You're going to be great!"

"You look wonderful. Your veil is all set. Okay, let's get you married!"

Bryson is loving this. He's flitting around me, prepping my dress. Oh fuck, I'm going to faint. I can barely walk in these heels. I can barely breathe in this tight dress. Fuck, and this lingerie. Everyone is looking at me. This isn't happening. This isn't happening."

Oh god.

Here Comes the Bride.

It's playing. Her dad just grabbed my arm.

Fuck. I'm the bride. Her satin panties are cupping my mound so snuggly I can't think straight.

Just focus. 

Take a step.

Oh god. He's turning. Oh no, he's so tall. And he's looking at me. Everyone is looking at me. Oh god, don't trip. Look happy. Smile and pretend you love him and all of this is okay. 

Dammit, and I'm going to have to kiss him, too. And dance. And smile and get cake shoved in my face. And talk to a million relatives I don't know. And play games and toss my garter. Why did I agree to this? I hate weddings!

I gotta power through it. Just do it. It's like Bryson said. It's just 24 hours. Get him drunk. Keep him distracted. It's easy.

.

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THE NEXT MORNING

He doesn't drink.

The man who is now my husband is super healthy, and as much as I tried, he would only take one sip of champagne. 

"Don't play coy. You know you want me in your mouth."

No. No. No. Your wife doesn't want your huge cock in her mouth. Can't we just take it easy or crawl into that big comfortable looking bed and sleep? We've been up all night. Maybe we should just go to sleep? Or maybe if I just rub you with my lips then you'll leave me alone — how does that sound?

"Mmm, that feels good."

Only 6 more hours and I can jump back to my old body and smack Bryson in the head for this mess of an evening.

I've kept things very discrete — but the hours are passing so slowly, as if to taunt me, and now I'm on my knees. 

"Come on, honey."

God, he's huge. How would he even fit in my mouth?

"I see you drooling."

I'm not drooling. . . Am I?

I just drank too much champagne last night. I'm trying so hard to keep my mouth closed, to not give him an opening. God my panties are feeling so constricting. And moist. It was the way he was dancing with me. He kept bumping up against me. It was a little suggestive for a wedding. Some of the relatives even looked embarrassed. And he kept touching me under the table, riding his hand up my thigh.

"Honey. Open your mouth this instant."

Can my jaw get any wider?

"Good. That's right."

Oh fuck. If Bryson could see me right now he would be laughing. This isn't funny.

"That's right."

No, it's soooo wrong. When it enters it sends a jolt right through my pussy. '

Fuck, I'm wet. I'm so fucking wet. I want to bump up against something again. Anything to ease this heat.

"My lovely bride. And her delicate pink tongue."

He's big.

OMG. He's so big.

What's worse is I can imagine something this thick and hot slipping in and easing the tension in my pussy. I know it's just the thing I need right now. Mmmmfff.

At least he tastes good.

I don't know what he thinks is going to happen. It's not like I'm going to suck his cock for too much longer. And there's no way I can slip this fat juicy cock into my aching wet pussy without impacting my exit from this fucked up situation.

Mmm, he's moaning. He likes what I'm doing. It's my first time and he's getting into it. He seems to like when I weave my tongue under his shaft when he's inside. I like the way his veins feel rolling over the surface of my tongue.

"This is the best head of my life."

God. Are you serious? Your fiance must have really not known how to suck a cock.

God, he's getting even harder in my mouth.

I can't stop transfering that feeling to the though of him getting harder and harder inside of my pussy. My lips keep spreading wider and wider to accomodate his swelling.

I'm drenched down there. These panties are going to have to come off soon or I'll ruin my dress. I'll be polite but firm. I'll excuse myself and change out of this dress into something a little less revealing.

But first I kinda want to see how hard he will get. . .