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Subject: {ASSM} My Best Friend's Wedding 2/4
Date: Sat, 25 May 2002 06:10:03 -0400
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My Best Friend's Wedding
Day 2:  
Jules dressed carefully, making sure Just before
leaving the party, that her bathing suit put her body
on full display. The bottom was a tiny triangle of
fabric that was so tight that her full pussy lips were
clearly evident. The top was equally minimal, being
two small triangles that barely covered her nipples.
Iris was coming to sunbathe and chat. Jules wondered
how far they'd go in between the rehearsals and
dinners.

"I'm so glad you decided to come over," Jules said as
she led Iris to a quiet part of the pool deck. She
felt Iris' eyes devouring her ass as she walked. "We
haven't had the time to sit and just chat." Jules
stopped and turned quickly, bumping into Iris. They
stood in each others' arms while Jules excused herself
but when they parted, she saw that Iris' nipples were
already visible through her bikini top.

Using her sunglasses to mask her eyes, Jules carefully
surveyed Iris' small, slender body. Iris was lean and
tan, her tits standing firm on her ribs like ripe
apples. As if she could sense Jules' interest, Iris
rolled over to tan her back. Jules grabbed the tanning
oil and started to rub it on Iris' shoulders. 

Jules admired the girl's firm, almost boyish, ass as
it tapered to her thin muscular legs. She realized
that Michael couldn't have found a woman more
different from her if he had tried. As she rubbed the
oil into Iris' skin Jules felt the younger woman
relax. Without warning, Jules untied Iris' top.

"So tell me about your honeymoon plans," Jules said
smoothly, using her hands to spread the oil over Iris'
ribs.

"We're going to a resort in the Caribbean."

"It wouldn't be Halea's Island, would it?"

"Why yes. Michael was really excited about going
there."

Jules' hands moved lower on the blonde's back. "You
better go into training before you get there."

Remembering the changing room, Iris knew that the
redhead's hands wouldn't stop at her back. She spread
her legs slightly.

"What kind of training?"

Jules smiled. Michael had obviously not told his
fianc e about Halea's Island. 

"The Island's known for it friendly staff and
friendlier guests. The evening entertainment is called
Running the Gauntlet," Jules explained. "It's what the
resort is known for. You go down to the terrace and
there will be a line of twelve people, men and women.
And you have to make them all cum."

Jules' fingers brushed along the top of Iris' bikini
bottom. Her oily fingertips played across Iris' firm
backside.

"Twelve people doesn't sound like much maybe," Jules
cupped Iris' ass and dipped in between her thighs. "It
didn't to me when we went. But, between the gal with
the pierced clit and the stud with the anal fetish, I
didn't think I'd finish."

Iris flinched. Jules' hands held Iris firmly on the
chaise lounge.

Iris craned her neck to look at Jules. "You've. . .
and Michael. . .anal fetish?"

"Yeah, this guy's cock felt like it was as thick as a
Coke bottle. I don't think I've ever had anything that
big inside me."

"But Michael wouldn't. . ."

"He got the whole thing on film."

Iris rolled over, looking indignant. "My Michael would
never. . . Film"

"Sure he would," Jules shot back, her voice sinking to
a venomous purr. "Hasn't he shown you his studio above
the garage?"

"His studio?"

"The one in his apartment above his parent's garage.
He makes movies. Ones that he stars in." 

Jules felt a wicked thrill run through her as she ran
her fingertips along Iris' arm. "The ones where he's
showing off his magnificent cock."

Iris flushed. "Why are you telling me this?" 

She couldn't meet Jules' eyes and tried to leave.
Jules caught the smaller woman's arm. Standing, Iris
looked straight into the deep cleft between Jules'
cantaloupe sized breasts.

"I'll take you there. I'll show them to you," Jules
said. "He always kept them in a cabinet in his
bedroom. Does he still keep the spare key under the
flowerpot in the window?"

Iris' mouth worked, but in her confusion, no words
came out. Jules saw the turmoil that churned inside
the bride to be. 

"Poor little Iris," Jules said. "Her brain says no." 

Jules placed her hand under Iris' breast, her thumb
slowly rotating on top of the blonde's erect nipple. 

"But her body is definitely saying yes." 

Jules stepped closer and took a deep breath. Iris
smelled of hot coconut oil and tangy musk. Jules
looked down on the trembling, wide-eyed girl.

"Don't you want to know if you're co-starring in any
of Michael's movies?" 

Jules' accusation was rewarded with a look of terror
on Iris' face. Iris pushed Jules' hand away as if in a
trance, the realization of what she'd just been told
slowly sinking in. 

"I've got to go. Go to the bathroom." Iris stumbled
against her chaise lounge on her way to the stairs.

"Just think about his big cock in pure digital video,"
Jules taunted the girl as Iris careened toward the
locker room. "How many nights have you spent there?"
she called as Iris disappeared down the stairs.

Feeling victorious, Jules ran her eyes around the
growing pool crowd. Manny and Fanny Ball were by the
bar. Jules thought quickly. Showing Iris the movies
might be too big a gamble, she decided. After all
Michael might have shown Iris the videos already. That
wouldn't be enough to get her to call the wedding off.
But a live show with the twins might provide another,
even more shocking event to show Iris.

Jules dug her mobile phone out of her bag and quickly
punched a number. "Parker. Oh good. This is Jules."
Jules watched the Ball sisters smear lotion over each
other.

"I'm calling about Michael's bachelor party. Yes, I
know that you're planning it, but I had some ideas
that might make it really memorable." She only half
listened to Parker's response, her mind considering a
celebratory orgy with the Ball twins after this
wedding was torpedoed once and for all.

"Listen Parker," Jules cut him off, "meet me in
Michael's old apartment. Yes. The one over the garage.
Just meet me there in one hour. We'll find some old
stuff for you to take to the party. I can give you
plenty of dirty little stories to roast him with."

Jules tucked the phone back into her bag and sauntered
over to where the Ball sisters were sitting. It was
time to put the second part of her plan into action.
She made sure that they got a good look at her suit
before she sat on the end of Fanny's deck chair.

"Hey girls."

"My, don't you look tasty." Manny practically drooled
as her eyes took in Jules' bikini.

Jules looked around and leaned in between them. "Girls
I need to ask you for a big favor," she said
conspiratorially. 

Manny's eyes lingered on Jules' breasts before she
looked up and said, "Anything. For you."

"Us?  Why we'd do anything to help out the Maid of
Honor." Fanny tried to sound sincere but it only made
her Texan drawl sound bitter and cynical.

"Well, I've known Michael for many years and tonight
is his bachelor party."

Manny slapped her sister on the thigh. "We could jump
out of the cake!  I'd like to see what Iris is going
to get on her honeymoon."

Fanny placed her hand high on Jules' thigh. "Why sure
darlin'." Fanny batted her eyelashes in her best
southern belle imitation. "What my hormonally charged
sister is trying to say is that we'd love to help."

Jules smiled indulgently. "No. No. The one I need help
with is Michael's brother, Parker."

Fanny's eyebrows arched. "And what kind of help are we
talking about here?"

"Well, you see. How do I put it delicately? Well,
Parker's never been with a woman and. . ."

"You mean that strapping young stud muffin's a
virgin?" Manny shrieked and clapped her hands
gleefully. 

Fanny got a sly look on her face. "And you want us to
pop his cherry?"

Jules shared Fanny's smile. "With all of the attention
on Michael this week, I'd like to do something special
for the Best Man."

"We're in."  The twins looked at each other and
laughed. "What's the plan?"

Jules kept an eye on the locker room entrance as she
told them about her meeting with Parker in the garage
apartment. The Ball twins acted like children looking
forward to playing with a new toy as they gathered
their towels and scampered back to their rooms to
prepare for their meeting with Parker. Jules leaned
back and let the sun warm her throat. In twenty
minutes, Iris would get the shock of her young life
and the wedding would be half sunk. Looking around,
Jules noticed that Iris hadn't returned from the
locker room.

It didn't take Jules long to find the lost bride.
She'd only taken a few steps into the locker room when
she saw a pair of teenagers standing outside the
bathroom, chewing on their fists to keep from laughing
out loud. Another few steps and Jules discovered why
the teens were laughing.

Moans were coming from one of the stalls, moans that
were obviously coming from someone nearing orgasm.

"Iris. Iris is that you? Are you OK?" 

Jules had to hide her smirk when the blonde emerged
from the stall, her face flushed, panties askew, and
nipples erect. 

"Iris, are you alright? Why don't we go and get
something to drink. You look like you might have had
too much sun." 

Jules carefully put her arm around Iris' shoulders and
led the confused bride toward the door. 

"You must not let Michael's appetites scare you," she
cautioned. "He can be insatiable at times. I've never
known a man who could stay hard for so long and cum so
much."

Iris flushed a bright red. She swallowed hard before
she could choke out, "I'm OK."

Jules took a deep breath. She could smell the musky
scent of Iris' excitement. "Are you ready to go see
the truth?"

Iris was silently preoccupied with her own thoughts as
they made the short drive from the hotel to Michael's
house. Jules led the way up the stairs to the
apartment. Finding the door unlocked, Jules motioned
for Iris to stay quiet. 

"Nobody's supposed to be here. Be quiet. Stay behind
me," Jules whispered.

Jules led Iris into Michael's living room. They had
only taken a few steps when they heard the
unmistakable voices of the Ball sisters coming from
the bedroom. 

"Eat me. That's it. Lick it. Gahddamnit." 

Jules stayed in front of Iris as they stealthily
walked toward the hallway. Iris peered around Jules to
see what was going on. The bedroom door was wide open
and she easily saw a shock of sandy hair trapped
underneath Fanny's pussy. Fanny's hips rocked back and
forth as she rode Parker's face, effectively hiding
his identity from Iris' shocked gaze.

Jules, on the other hand, admired Parker's long, thick
cock that was being energetically sucked by Manny.
'Size must run in the family,' she mused before she
pulled Iris out of the doorway. It wouldn't do to have
Iris spoil everything by confronting the trio on the
bed.

Jules led the sobbing bride back to the car. "Let's go
back to my room," Jules said as she guided Iris down
the driveway. "We'll spend some time together. I'm
sure that we can work through this rough spot."

Iris was still sobbing as Jules led her to the hotel
room and sat her on the edge of the bed. Returning
from the mini-bar, Jules handed Iris a plastic cup
full of brown liquid. 

Jules playfully touched cups, toasting the other
woman. "To tomorrow."

Iris looked at her quizzically and took a tentative
sip but Jules pushed the bottom of the cup upwards,
forcing Iris to swallow the entire cupful. Iris
swallowed the cupful before sputtering the dregs.

"Southern Comfort," Jules said. "Auntie Jules' cure
for what ails you."

The women drank and shared stories about Michael
between hugs and sniffles. Continuing to try to shock
Iris with Michael's kinky escapades, Jules told Iris
how she and Michael had role played a rape. 

"You wouldn't believe how rough he got," Jules slid
closer to Iris, their thighs touching, as she told the
story. "He had me handcuffed and gagged. And then he
brought in this other girl and made me lick her pussy
while he fucked her."

Iris looked up at Jules, her wide eyes brimming with
tears. 

"I don't think. . . I mean, I couldn't. . ."

"Don't let his appetites scare you," Jules said as
Iris took another shot. "He just has larger needs than
most other people. You've got to be ready to accept
this if you're going to be his wife."

Iris' face betrayed the dismay she felt. She looked so
vulnerable. Jules leaned forward slightly and kissed
Iris' soft lips. Iris wilted into Jules' arms, giving
herself completely to the older woman's caresses.

Jules undressed Iris slowly. Iris smiled, suddenly
pleased when Jules murmured appreciatively at the
sight of her carefully trimmed pussy. Iris gently held
Jules' head as the redhead's lips pulled at her
engorged nipples. Jules reached up to give her another
kiss before shifting her attention to Iris' flat, tan
stomach.

Iris lay back on the couch, gasping softly when Jules'
soft kisses contacted her sensitive vulva. Jules'
skillful mouth and fingers brought Iris to the peak of
orgasm again and again. A blissful haze eclipsed Iris'
world. Just when she thought that she couldn't stand
any more pleasure, Jules stripped and crawled on top
of her.

Iris was captivated by the sight and smell of Jules'
pussy as it hovered inches from her face. Jules' pussy
looked like a dark pink gash in her creamy pale skin.
Iris tentatively stuck out her tongue, catching some
of the glistening dew from the older woman's coral
lips. Iris' probing fingers joined her tongue as the
blonde became more and more excited. 

Jules groaned as she felt Iris' resolve fade and give
way to lust. Jules knew that she had won this round.
She threw away her self-control and ground her hips
against Iris' chest, writhing with pleasure as the
bride's eager tongue tickled and probed her softest
regions. Jules' body shook violently. Her legs
scissored together, clamping Iris' head between them
like a vise as the waves of orgasm swept through her
body.

Spent, Jules rolled off Iris. The blonde's face was
covered in love juices, her body glistening with
sweat. Jules congratulated herself on how well her
plan was going. Now she needed to focus on Michael.


More on Day 3


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