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Subject: {ASSM} "Bridesmaid"  (ff, ds, sm) by deirdre -- reposted by H. Jekyll and PleaseCain
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"Bridesmaid"  (ff, ds, sm)

by deirdre


*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story.  "deirdre" was the
enigmatic queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s.  She posted 156
stories in just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and
apparently *never* corresponding with anyone.  She was last heard from
in late April 1996.  We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by
her, in alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." In the coming months, we will announce a "deirdre-fest"
for next Spring.  Meanwhile, enjoy!

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com.


*****

Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
often depict "breaking some rules." Do not read this story if you
believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in
real life.  Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual
situations.  Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of
age.

Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM
archives of alt groups.  Permission granted to publish in periodicals
and anthologies of this type of material if attributed to deirdre and
an author's payment is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre.
-- deirdre

I guess I have a thing about wedding days.  Imagine going through your
wedding...  -- deirdre


Bridesmaid

by deirdre


I was forced to arrange my own engagement: I have no family left and my
fiance, Davy, didn't know how to handle an engagement.  He was lucky to
have me guide him through it.

However, Davy's mother was happy to arrange the wedding, just as if I
were her own daughter.  One result of this is that she chose Davy's
sister, Selene, to be my maid of honor.  This was a little weird
because I had never met Selene--she lives on the other side of the
country and seldom has anything to do with her family.

The result of all this is that I met my maid of honor the night before
our wedding.  Selene was flying in that evening and was not going to
stay with her parents, but using her own lodging arrangements.  Through
Davy, she arranged to meet me for a drink right after her flight
arrived so we could get to know each other.

So I found myself alone in this bar, waiting for someone I had never
seen before and I wasn't even sure she had made it into town.  The bar
was a bit wild--not the type of place I ever go to (not that I spend
much time in bars!), and I was more than a little nervous.  The guys
were all leering and two guys offered to buy me drinks.  I refused.  I
think some of the guys were homosexual.  All the girls were wearing
some of the sleaziest outfits I had ever seen--one girl wore nothing
below her waist but black tights.  Another wore a transparent blouse.
And another was wearing this little black dress completely made of
latex, I think.  She was blonde and with a body like I'd never seen
before and every guy in the place was staring at her.  A lot of the
girls were too.  No one approached her though--it was like they were
intimidated by her looks.  She just walked through the middle of the
crowd, looked around, then looked directly at me!

I froze like a bird hypnotized by a snake--she was definitely looking
at me!  I had a queasy feeling about some of the girls in this place.
Then she walked right up to me so she was only inches away.  It was
weird being so close to that body.  It's kind of funny, but a part of
me felt smug that of all the people in the bar, she came up to me.
Such thoughts!  She smiled a sly smile, and I felt like she was reading
my mind.  Then she said "You must be Sherry." I stared at her in
confusion for a moment, wondering how she knew my name.  It was like a
dream.  "I'm Selene," she continued after I stood there mute for twenty
seconds.  I'm sure my jaw dropped.  Then I saw it: she had the same
eyes as Davy.  I never said anything--I just stood there looking stupid
as we stood at the bar.  She ordered us drinks "I hope Davy won't wimp
out and let you walk all over him," she said.

I was out of my element.  This was too much for me.  I stared
open-mouthed for a second, then started to protest.

"Do you swallow his cum?"

I couldn't take this.  It was too much for me.  I blurted "I think
that's kind of personal." Those were the first words I managed to get
out.

"Do you take his cock in your ass?" She had this evil smile.  I started
to stammer again.  "It's short notice for me to make sure you're
trained by your wedding night." And she walked away!  I sat there
staring at her as she walked away.  Something made me stare at her
rear.  As she walked out, I saw her stop at a table with two girls.
She looked down at one and took the girl's chin in her hand, raising
the girl's face toward her own.  She smiled down at the girl, said
something to her and left.  Both the girls at the table quickly got up
and followed her out.

That was it--my visit with my maid-of-honor and future sister-in-law.
I finished my drink, trying to recover from the shock, and went home.

I awoke to our big day, but still couldn't help thinking about that
encounter.  I didn't see her again all morning, for which I was
thankful.  Everything went smoothly, though naturally I was more than a
little nervous and excited.  We got to the church and my
mother-in-law-to-be helped me into my dress.  She went off to oversee
things and I sat and waited, trying to remain calm.  Then Selene came
in the room, closing the door behind her.  She was wearing the
maid-of-honor dress, but she still looked absolutely stunning--the
seemingly-innocent dress looked so sexy on her and I'm sure any guy who
saw her would be drooling.

She said a quick "Hi" and came in, looking happy.  For a second, some
of my nervousness about her left me.  But she moved in real close to
me, and having my face inches away from her body made me nervous.  She
said something about training again.  My face was almost in her chest.
Her breasts were so perfect!  I was aware of her perfume--a scent I was
not familiar with.  She was looking down at me, still smiling.  She
started slowly moving her body, as if she were dancing some sleazy
dance.  Then she sat next to me and brought her face inches away from
mine.  Our eyes were locked.  She was still smiling.  She brought her
face even closer to mine, and licked her lips.  My lips opened as hers
approached.

Then suddenly, there was something in my mouth--cloth.  She had stuffed
a towel into my mouth!  She grabbed me and rolled me over and pushed me
down so I was kneeling on the couch backward, leaning over the
back...then I felt my hands tied behind me!  Handcuffs!  Then I felt my
skirt being raised behind me and I felt her drawing my panties down!

Immediately, her fingers were caressing my sex.  I struggled for a
moment, but she was strong and I was tied up.  Soon I was breathing
hard.  I couldn't believe this was happening.  She continued softly
rubbing and said quietly "Come on." She sounded amused.  Then she
slipped a finger into my vagina.

I was so embarrassed.  I heard her say "That-a-girl," then I felt a
sharp sting--she slapped my rear!  As the sting died away, I realized
that she had put a finger in my rear hole!  She slid the fingers in and
out, continuing to rub me, and my body continued to shudder.  She told
me to "relax it" in a no-nonsense voice, and I felt her pushing more
fingers into my rear!  My body felt like it was on fire!

Just when I thought I couldn't stand it any more, she pulled out her
fingers.  Then I felt something against my rear, and she was ordering
me to relax it again.  Then I felt something huge entering my rear!  A
dildo or something!  She kept pushing it in, and I couldn't believe how
full my rear end felt!  Soon she was putting my panties back in place
and she took off the handcuffs and took the towel out of my mouth.  I
just stood there in a daze able to think of nothing but that dildo
filling up my rear.

She told me it was time to go.  I went, and walked up the aisle.  I was
like a zombie throughout the whole ceremony, my mouth hanging open.  I
was lucky to get all the words right.  I couldn't think of anything but
that feeling.  After the ceremony, I had to force myself to greet all
the guests.  Before the guests came by, the members of the wedding
party kissed me.  When Selene kissed me, she had that smile and I knew
what she was thinking.  Somehow, she got a hand around on my rear just
for a second.  Her kiss was just a second longer than necessary and she
managed to get her tongue into my mouth.  My heart was racing.  I could
have died.

Selene followed me everywhere until I was at the reception.  She made
sure the dildo remained.  Sitting on it made it twice as hard to think
about anything else!  I had to concentrate so hard to follow what was
going on.  And any time I lost concentration, I was a zombie again,
contemplating that full feeling in my rear.  I don't know how I got
through everything.

Finally, at the end of the evening, Davy and I went up to our room in
the hotel.  But before we shut the door, Selene had slipped in.  She
was carrying bottles of champagne.  Davy didn't know what was going on.
 Selene opened a bottle, took a swig right from the bottle, and passed
it around.  I had already had had some champagne, but I drank more.
Davy still looked confused, but Selene smiled that dirty little smile.
She whispered something in Davy's ear and he smiled--and I saw a gleam
in his eye I'd never seen before.

Davy and I were sitting on the side of the bed, still in our wedding
clothes.  Selene stood up in front of us.  She locked eyes with me and
I couldn't look away.  What had she told Davy?  I was still feeling the
dildo in my ass.  She put one foot out in front of her.  It was a
purposeful gesture and she looked at me, significantly.  I wondered
what she wanted me to do?  Something with her high-heeled foot?

I knew some of the things she had planned.  I knew she was in charge
here and I had to do what she wanted.  What did she want?  She wanted
something.  She wanted my submission.  Davy was still looking at me in
an interested way.  I could see our marriage wasn't going to be as
conventional as I had planned.

What did she want?  I knew she wanted me to show her my submission.  I
had to think.  I got down on my hands and knees, right there in my
wedding dress.  I felt so turned on.  I lowered my head and kissed her
shoe.  I looked up at her.  Davy was standing next to her.  I could see
she wanted me to do something with Davy.  I got up on my knees in front
of him and unzipped his fly.  My rear felt so full.

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