Post Wedding House Sitting Gone Wild [M/F] | 2016

Back in the mid 90s an old school mate of mine was getting married and he asked me to be one of his groomsmen. We'd never been that close at school and although we attended different universities we had become close through a shared circle of friends. Me and another mate from school along with the groom's brother were his three groomsmen and his bride-to-be's sister and cousins were to be the matron of honour and bridesmaids.

In the lead up to the wedding there was much drinking both planned and unplanned and we carried on much in the way that young 20 something guys did - nothing new there. Anyway the wedding was approaching and the relatives were flying in from overseas and interstate for the festivities. The bride was from a family of Italian background (although her mother was Irish) and her cousins were flying in from interstate and her sister coming from overseas so we didn't get to meet any of our bridal party partners until the day of the rehearsal. Again no biggie.

So comes the day of the rehearsal and the bride's cousins are introduced to the boys. Jacki and Beth are in their mid 20s and like chalk and cheese. Jacki is tall and curvaceous with dark eyes and long dark hair, big lips tanned skin and legs that go and go and go forever and Beth is also tall but more reed like in construction with shoulder length blonde hair, pale skin and light brown eyes. Both young women are beautiful but different and as different as they appear their personalities are different too. Jacki the louder more boisterous with a filthy filthy laugh and Beth the quitter more reserved happy to let her sister be the centre of attention.

Anyway we get paired up - the best man (the groom's brother) with the matron of honour (the bride's sister) I'm with Beth and the other groomsman is paired with Jacki. Sweet. We walk through the rehearsal and then it's off to the happy couple's house for a post rehearsal dinner and drinks.

Beth and Jacki were staying at the house and were going to be looking after it while the newlyweds were on their honeymoon so when we get there their stuff is sitting in suitcases in the spare room and the study where a bed has been made up. Wine with dinner and the conversation starts as you might imagine, quite restrained and with everyone on their best behaviour. As the wine flows however people's true colours start coming through and its not too long that the double entendres are flying thick and fast, the laughter builds and we're off to a flyer of an evening.

It's a Wednesday night and I've taken some holidays to really enjoy my friend's wedding so whereas it would ordinarily be a school night I'm not overly concerned. My next responsibility is a couple of days away on the bucks night and making sure the groom gets home before he has to go get married so happy days.

Dinner winds down and we count the fallen soldiers - 10 bottles of wine between 7 of us (the matron of honour didn't join us as she had children and a husband to be with) - not bad going. But the night is still young and five of the seven of us decide it's young enough that we should go out to town for a few drinks. As we get up from the table to call a couple of cabs Jacki jumps onto my back. I reach back and grab her ass and say - "Hey that's assault! I demand you stop within 30 days!" she cracks up laughing and says "You should be so lucky!" as I point down the hallway and canter off like a mounted steed Jacki on my back. Hilarity ensues. Jacki carries on loud and smart and smart assed and handsy as hell. This gig has some promise I think to myself. As Jacki continues Beth keeps giving her disapproving looks but that only seems to spur Jacki on all the more. Anyway three or four hours of drinking and dancing later and we've had a blast and decide to call it a night (or by that stage an early morning). Jacki has been dancing her tits off and Beth too but showing greater restraint. No real shenanigans apart from a little bit of grinding on the dancefloor.

We all get into a couple of taxis and hightail it back to the happy couple's place where we bed down for the night. The girls go to their beds and I sleep on the loungeroom floor. A few hours later we're all nursing hangovers of varying degrees of severity and all agree over coffee and toast that maybe hitting the town wasn't such a good idea. As we sit around and regain our humanity I can't help but get an eyeful of Jacki's gorgeous DD's in the loose t-shirt she rolled out of bed in. Big but firm with nipples standing proud. A lovely way to start the day.

Anyway the next few days are filled with different activities and preparations and the wedding rolls around pretty quickly.

At the reception the usual festivities are observed and the happy couple retire for the evening. Beth claims tiredness and goes off to her hotel room and Jacki, myself, the best man and other groomsman head out to the hotel bar to continue the festivities. We're all staying in the hotel so party on. Jacki and I get pretty drunk and grind some more on the dancefloor. There's definitely chemistry there and hands stray to places they ordinarily wouldn't but nothing more than furtive brushing of boobs and bulges occurs. Eventually Jacki heads off to bed and I decide it's time to go myself.

As it happens on my way to my room I run into one of the groom's cousins who has been locked out of her room by her sister who has dragged some guy back with her - I love what weddings do to girls. Anyway we get to chatting and before too long were fucking in my room. Different story for another time.

After the wedding and the reception the relatives start departing for destinations interstate and overseas and Jacki and Beth are left to house sit while the happy couple are on their honeymoon. My mate, the groom and his new bride, have asked if I would mind popping in and making sure Jacki and Beth are OK and don't feel too isolated in a strange city. No worries.

On the Monday night after the wedding I give the girls a call and suggest I pop round and pick up some takeaway for dinner. Jacki tells me that Beth has to unexpectedly go back home because of something coming up at work so could I give them a lift to the airport and we can get some dinner and maybe a drink or something after. No problem. Driver duties managed Jacki and I are trying to decide what to get to eat when she says - "You know what I'm not hungry how about we just go back home open a bottle and see what there is in the fridge?" No problem sounds like my kind of cooking.

A couple of bottles of Shiraz later and we're going through the bride and groom's CD collection finding the cheesiest songs we can and trying to beat each other for cheese factor in the music. I think that came about because we had decided that a good dinner would be a couple of different varieties of cheese and wine to go with it. Why Not!

Anyway between Air Supply's greatest hits and the very best of Neil Diamond we got enough cheese between us to clog many an artery.

So we're drinking and lip syncing to the cheesiest songs we can find and that turns into interpretive dance and serenading and before long slightly drunken slow dancing. As we're dancing things start to get a little more electric between us as the silliness subsides and the palpable sexual tension starts to make itself felt.

Now Air Supply are quite the balladeers and some of their stuff is really quite adapted to the slow close shuffle and so it was that somewhere between "Making Love Out of Nothing At All" and "Every Woman in the World" the dancing turned to shuffling and the shuffling became holding and kissing and making out.

Now I mentioned Jacki's legs earlier and they were truly spectacular. Long and muscular and shapely with a killer ass and wide hips. She was tall, maybe 5'10" and I was 6'5".

So were standing in the longeroom having just realised the energy between us is electric and we kiss eachother and it's beautiful and terrifying and urgent and insatiable all at once. It must have looked like a Tasmanian Devil Cartoon - a flurry of blurred activity and clothes flying to all points of the compass but before long we're both standing there in nothing but our underpants and trying to eat eachother face first, hands roving all over each other's bodies squeezing and kneading and teasing as we go.

I back Jacki up to the couch and she drops backwards onto it and her beautiful legs splay. I'm on her like a rash kneeling before her I start kissing my way up from her knee up the inside of her thigh as she reclines into the couch. I reach up and grab her beautiful full firm tits and start to squeeze and palm them as she starts to moan. As I move my mouth higher I can feel the heat coming from her crotch and as I kiss up the inside of her thigh I can taste her juices as I approach her pussy covered in a saturated lacy thong. As I move the flimsy material aside to grant access to her luscious lips she tilts her hips towards me to grant more direct access. I plunge in with my tongue lapping at her swollen lips and swirling my tongue up towards her clit. She’s moaning and starting to buck her hips as I swirl my tongue around her clit and move one of my hands from her breast to insert first one then two fingers into her hungry steaming cunt. She clenches down as I insert the second of my fingers and grabs the back of my head with both hands as she squeezes her thighs together almost removing my head in the process.

She's panting now and when her orgasm subsides she pushes me back onto the lounge room floor standing up in the same movement. As she stands up straight she almost rips her thong from her body and she's standing there with fire in her eyes, her long hair framing her beautiful face and her pussy dripping and she says "I need to fuck!" With that She pulls down my boxers and starts crawling up my body stopping only briefly to give my cock a lick on the way up. She kisses me as she straddles me and guides my cock into her hot wet pussy.

Jacki sinks down onto my cock. She stops about half way down and squeezes me with her pussy waiting to get used to the feeling of me inside her. After a moment or two she starts to ease her way the rest of the way down. The look on her face is fabulous. Part pain, part ecstasy, part abandon and pure lust! Glorious!

She sits on my cock for about 10 seconds breathing heavily her body trembling slightly and she starts to grind her clit into my pubes as I reach for her hips. Within a few seconds we're moving together in a rhythm. and I start to fuck her from underneath - meeting her downward motion with my upstroke. As she gets wetter and wider we pick up the pace as short screams escape her lips with each upstroke.

I push her upwards and she climbs over my head. I give her pussy a lick as it goes past my mouth. She gets on all fours bracing her hands up against the couch as I move in behind to plough her doggie style.

My cock slides home without resistance and she gasps as I go in all the ay up to my balls. I start to pick up the pace slowly at first as she starts to look back over her shoulder and tells me to fuck her harder. I fuck harder. She starts to yell "I'm cumming again!" I start to really pick up the pace now slamming my cock into her as hard and as fast as I can manage the slapping of our bodies together sounds like applause. I move one of my hands from her hip to reach around and rub her clit as I fuck her. As I touch her clit she cums and clenches down on my cock screaming almost sobbing. This just about sends me over the edge and I pull out and rope after rope of cum spray over her ass and back onto her shoulder and into her hair.

We collapsed together a sweaty cumsoaked mess. After a few minutes recovering our composure we picked ourselves up and headed for the shower. We fucked in the shower and went to bed where we fucked and fucked some more. By dawn we had barely slept. Jacki's body was covered in whisker burn and my cock was shredded. We slept until midday and got up to make some lunch and then back to bed for more fucking. Her juices felt like acid on the head of my battered cock but we powered through undeterred.

By the end of the week there wasn't a surface in that house we hadn't desecrated.

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