CHAPTER FOUR
Stacey
The wedding planning had been seriously weird. First of all, my mom didn’t know the name of her future stepsons.
“What do you mean, you don’t know?” I asked, puzzled. “They’re going to be related to you, how could you not know?”
My mom sat back at her desk. As usual, she was working again and her face was weary with a grayish cast. This was bad, considering that her wedding was in three days.
“Ana, I just can’t remember at this moment,” she said with a sigh. “I’ve been so busy and Gordon told me, but I can’t remember.”
“How many conversations have you had with Gordon?” I asked, my eyes disbelieving, still unable to accept that my mom was so disconnected from what should be the biggest day of her life. “How could you not know? Has he never mentioned them?”
“Of course he’s mentioned them, we talk about you guys a lot,” she said with another sigh. “Stacey, you’ll never understand, this deal has taken so much of my time lately, I haven’t been able to focus on much else recently.”
And that was definitely true because instead of my mom planning her wedding, I was doing it for her. I’d called the Union League Club out on Long Island and asked for a rush job, could they spare their ballroom and outdoor space this weekend? We’d been lucky. No one had booked the venue and we were good to go. Of course, this was costing a ton of money, you always pay through the nose for last minute deals, but that was fine. Virginia could afford it.
“But Mom,” I said. “We’re printing the materials for the ceremony, what am I supposed to put down for the boys? Just say “Gordon’s sons”? This is so awkward.”
My mom shrugged.
“Just leave it out,” she replied. “Mr. Gordon Jones, groom, and his sons. No need for names.”
This was going to be the weirdest wedding program ever, but okay. Maybe if we got gold leaf for the paper, no one would notice the lack of detail on the program.
But this was seriously inconvenient. Because not only were we missing significant information, but I wouldn’t be able to google my new brothers, stalk them on-line. Everyone’s connected with Facebook and LinkedIn these days, but you have to at least know their names. It’s pretty tough to randomly google around and hit the jackpot.
Suddenly, my mom piped up.
“I do remember one thing,” she said slowly, cocking her head to the side as if thinking hard. “His sons are twins.”
Hmm, identical or fraternal? My mom probably had no idea so I immediately began googling again. Damn it. “Jones” and “twins” and “White Plains” still turned up nothing. I needed first names.
But my mom was useless.
“I’m sorry honey,” she sighed. “I just can’t remember. But they’re nice boys, Gordy said they were really athletic, maybe wrestlers? Or soccer players? I’m sorry baby, this deal has drained me.”
I shook my head silently from my seat on the bed, the laptop glare reflecting on my face. Well, at least Virginia brought in the big bucks for how hard she worked.
“How about my new school?” I asked. “Do you know the name of that?”
My mom shook her head miserably.
“Ana, right now I just can’t. This transaction is about to close, it’s a six billion dollar deal. Could you ask me in the morning?”
I heaved a sigh of exasperation but let it slide. It was just Mom being Mom again. With a sigh I got up, snapping my laptop shut, picking up the cord.
“Remember we have the wedding dress fitting tomorrow, you need to be there,” I warned.
“Oh don’t worry honey,” she said, looking up quickly. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I asked the tailor to come to my office, it’s easier that way, we can do it right in my office.”
That was smart actually, otherwise my busy mom would probably blow-off her own appointment. And in fact, I had an idea.
Running into my room, I came back with a long garment bag.
“Mom, do you think you could ask the tailor to hem this dress tomorrow?” I asked, pulling off the cover to reveal a long, pink gown. It was gorgeous, floor length, made of a filmy chiffon with a strapless bodice and demure waist sash.
“Oh honey, it’s beautiful,” praised Virginia. “Is this your maid of honor dress?”
“It is,” I said, pleased with myself while looking it over again. It was modest with just a hint of sexiness, perfect for a daytime event. “It’s just a little too long, so if you could ask them to take off three inches at the bottom, that’d be perfect.”
“Sure baby, I’ll ask them tomorrow,” said Virginia.
But that was the problem. When I pulled out the dress the next day, it’d been transformed into a mini-dress.
“What happened?” I gasped. “I said take off three inches, not three feet!” I wailed.
“Honey, I’m so sorry,” apologized Virginia. “I think it still looks okay,” she added hesitantly.
“No it doesn’t!” I cried, looking at myself in the mirror. What had previously been classy and elegant was now indecently short, the hem at the tops of my thighs. If I bent over, you could even see the tiniest bit of underwear.
But my mom just tsked.
“Baby, don’t worry, the dress looks better this way,” she soothed. “You’re so tall, no one will notice.”
“What are you talking about?” I said plaintively. “The problem is that I’m so tall. All you see are miles of skin now, if I were shorter, this dress would still be a decent length,” I wailed. “I’m going to be humiliated. I can’t wear this.”
My mom stood by, her mouth pursed, looking miserable.
“Here,” she said, taking the veil off her head. “Maybe if we drape this material around your waist, it’ll cover a little more,” she began.
“Mom no!” I said pitifully. “That’s your wedding veil, I can’t steal your veil on your wedding day, that’s so inappropriate.”
“Honey, I don’t mind,” she rushed. “Here, doesn’t that look nice?” she asked hopefully, turning me to look in the mirror.
And I looked at myself with dismay. Virginia was no artist and the gauzy veil was wrapped around my legs awkwardly, looking like a giant filmy band-aid.
“No Mom,” I said miserably, unwinding it from my lower half. “Here, it’s yours, I’m just going to have to walk down the aisle in this outfit.”
“I swear honey, you look good, no one will even notice anything’s wrong,” she said. “No one knew that it was supposed to be long,” she called after me as I ran off.
But I couldn’t be consoled. It was so embarrassing, practically looking like a hooker at my own mom’s wedding, and I ducked out the service door to get outside. I didn’t want anyone seeing me and figured I’d make a last minute entrance, stepping out onto the grass when the wedding march began. No sense in going out a second sooner, it was better to avoid as much humiliation as possible.
In the meantime, out in the parking lot the sun beat down on my head, stray cigarette butts under my heels. Gross. Instead, I moved towards the woods on the side, resolving I’d stand in the shade and hide out until the ceremony began.
Furtively, I spied on the guests. The country club was filled with people, no one whom I recognized. There wasn’t much to say about the crowd except that they looked rich. Like dripping with dollars rich, fur stoles, expensive watches, swilling liquor like there was no tomorrow. Definitely my mom’s clients.
But two guys did catch my eye. In fact they caught every woman’s eye, our bodies running with heat, cunnies growing damp. The men were identical twins, visible even from a distance, tall and dominant. Six four at least, with black hair that seemed to absorb light and imposing builds, pure male animals moving with athletic grace.
I watched, blushing, as they came closer to my edge of the woods, shrinking further behind a tree. Damn, these leaves were loud and I cursed the fall foliage for making leaves crispy, crackling static. My shoes weren’t helping either as I tried to step gingerly, stay as silent as a mouse.
But the men drew nearer, oblivious to my secret place. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but the rumble of their voices was audible, a low growl that set my female instincts on fire. Damn, having those voices murmuring dirty words in my ear? In my dreams, I sighed.
The men moved closer and closer, drinks in their hands, and I saw that they had deep blue eyes and identical clefts in their chins. They almost caught a glimpse of me and I ducked behind a tree again, my breath catching. Oh shit. The crackle of twigs under my stupid heels was ridiculously loud and the men turned my way, heads swiveling, blue eyes taking in everything.
That was it. In a panic, I made a dash for it deeper into the woods. I’m not sure what came over me, but like a wild animal I began crashing through the trees, my dress catching on brambles, tromping through spiderwebs, a rain of leaves cascading into my hair.
Not knowing which direction I was headed, I stumbled along, falling to the floor more than once, gasping, picking myself up and then running again, only to trip and fall. My dress was soiled, but I wasn’t thinking straight and finally, I burst into a meadow, the sun shining brightly overhead, the green grass alluringly soft.
With a relieved gasp, I collapsed into a mess on the ground. Surely I’d lost my pursuers. I was just about to pick myself off the ground when soundlessly, the two men appeared at the edge of the glen, their tall, silent forms materializing seemingly out of nowhere. I was the prey … and caught.
About to scream, I was already inhaling for a piercing shriek when suddenly the men made eye contact and warmth flooded my chest, lulling me into a sense of calm. Isn’t this what predators did with their prey? Stun them, because the end is near?
But the men weren’t my demise … they were my saviors. Without saying a word, they moved to either side of me, their twin forms stealthy, swift, towering over me on each side and I saw what I needed. My deliverance. Two cocks, the material straining at their crotches, waiting to be kissed.
And immediately, my cunny started rushing, the warm, wet fluid coursing from my inner channel to wet my panties, my nips standing on end, my mouth hungry, desperate already. My g-string was soaked through, the pale pink material a sopping, dark satin.
If I’d been thinking like a rational person, I would have gotten up, brushed myself off and introduced myself before making an exit. It wouldn’t have been graceful, I was totally bedraggled, my clothing in tatters, but it was better than nothing.
Except I was nowhere near thinking straight. Instead, I’d been overcome by some sort of dazzle, completely overcome by the masculinity in front of me, the scent of male musk so close to my face, making my body gush, my boobs tremble, my insides quiver with need.
And like a woman in a trance, I got up on my knees and began stroking. Reaching to the twin on my right, I unzipped his fly and a massive piece of meat bounced off my cheek, that fifteen incher literally popping out like a gopher from its hole, enormous, the tip already dripping with arousal.
“Kiss it,” commanded the man, his blue eyes penetrating, compelling me to obey. And like a mesmerized doll, I did, reaching my hand to stroke it once, twice, savoring that meaty length before opening my mouth and depositing a sweet half-kiss, half-lick to his deep pink glans, the helmeted skin smooth and soft, coming away with a smear of cum on my lips.
Oh god it tasted good, salty and sweet at once, all man and totally satisfying.
Shutting my eyes, I went with it and blindly reached for more cock, my mouth questing, achingly desperate to take more. Sure enough, another pole came my way, bumping my cheek gently, and I opened my mouth to suck it into my warm, wet cavity, laving it with my tongue, tracing the hard ridges with my mouth, worshiping, like a priestess devouring her god.
It descended into a frenzy from there. I needed to taste those dicks, to explore where I’d never gone before, and I caressed those massive shafts, savoring every inch, tracing the seams of their ball sacs, massaging the secret space below, even reaching down and tickling the anus of one man, feathering him a bit before he grabbed my hair with a warning glance, tugging hard and putting my mouth back where it belonged.
But the best was coming yet. It was a shock, I admit, when they stuffed me with two. I’ve never even sucked one dick before, let alone double, but now I was like a woman on fire, tingles running from the tips of my boobs to jet down to my cunny, my womanly vee running like a stream, my juices pouring onto the ground below.
So when the men nudged my mouth with both their dicks, I did the only thing I could … open. And sure enough, but those fifteen inchers probed in, those massive glans pushed into my warm, wet cavern, stretching my lips, forcing me to open, wider than I ever thought possible, pre-cum dripping from my lips, my breathing labored even as I looked up at the men with dumbfounded delight.
“She’s good, isn’t she?” rumbled one, stroking my hair.
“Oh yeah,” replied the other. “Oh yeah.”
And that’s how I got off two men at once with my mouth. They pulled and pushed into my little lips in syncopated rhythm, their handsome faces hard with pleasure, eyes gleaming until with a grunt, simultaneous jerks of their hips, the men came, filling me with jet after jet of hot semen, sperm shooting down my throat, choking almost, that sticky fluid too precious to lose and I swallowed again and again, unwilling to waste a single drop.
I looked a mess as they pulled out, those long, veiny lengths leaving me feeling curiously empty, but the men merely laughed, reading the question in my eyes, stroking my hair again.
“It was good, wasn’t it, little girl?” they asked, their voices deep.
And I nodded. It’d been beyond good, amazing in fact, because I’d come like a volcano when they spurted, my little pussy down below clenching in pleasure, humping, spasming, leaking nectar as my mouth was drummed up above.
And the men, seeing the wet spot under me, chuckled deeply, their eyes sweeping over me with satisfaction, a sated wood nymph, nude for their gaze, filled with their seed.
“We’ll see you back at the wedding,” teased one, zipping himself back up.
“Oh yeah,” agreed the other, shaking off his dick before covering it up, the droplets hitting me, that special, warm jism a memento.
And suddenly they were gone, disappearing into the woods in a flash. Oh god, oh god. The men were guests at my mom’s wedding, and I was going to have to get up in front of them and read a poem about eternal bliss and the sanctity of marriage … with the taste of their sperm in my mouth.