The Wedding Invitation Pt. 04

The Wedding Invitation Part 4

“Steve, do you think that you could get me a beer, please?” I sweetly asked my uncle.

“Of course, Julie, coming up,” he replied as he headed to the fridge.

I swam up to the edge of the pool and waited for him to return. He came back carrying two beers, handing me one and he sat down on the edge of the pool and took a big sip from his own.

“Well, Steve, this has been something of a revelation for me, mind you I’m not complaining, but I’m still surprised by the sexual openness of your family and mine too for that matter.” I said. “I mean, I’ve been to the farm a lot and there was always the nudity, which I was fine with and there were erections, which again seemed perfectly natural, nobody was flaunting them, so I just got used to them. But I guess I must have been naive not to think that there was there was some sexual activity going on.”

“Well Julie, when you visited, we were on our best behaviour. The last thing that we wanted to do was scare you away. We loved having you stay with us,” Steve explained. “Nudity is one thing as you say, many people indulge in social nudity and usually, there is no crossing over to sexuality. It was something that just developed over time. The whole family is just so comfortable around each other, touching, hugging, kissing was just so natural.”

“The whole family? So I guess Nicole was involved too and what, Rob too?” I asked somewhat incredulously.

“Yes Julie, Nicole was a willing participant with me and the boys and her mother for that matter. And, over time, Rob seemed to accept what we did and cheerfully, even enthusiastically joined in,” Steve explained.

I stood silently in the water and took a big sip of my beer. I was surprised, but strangely titillated. The thought of Steve and the boys fucking Nicole had my pussy tingling.

Steve was sitting on the edge of the pool and I was in the water, my face only inches away from his now flaccid cock. I reached up and began to gently caress it.

“You know Steve how much I loved visiting the farm and it was there that I got my love of nudity,” I admitted, “and you said that you were always on your best behaviour around me. But I have to tell you that I did get a sexual buzz out of seeing you and the boys naked, especially when there was the occasional hard on. Especially yours Steve, the thought that your cock helped make the boys and of course Nicole. That cock seemed to have a special aura for that reason. And your body, so strong from work on the farm. I really had to battle my sexual thoughts. Then it felt so wrong, but now it feels so right.”

Steve’s cock was firming to my playful touch.

“I was watching you fuck mum earlier and I was getting flashbacks to seeing you naked at the farm, seeing your hard cock and admiring it so. Back then, I denied my natural urges, but not now Steve, I want you to fuck me so bad,” I admitted with open honesty.

With that Steve slipped into the pool. He moved behind me as I spread my legs wide. His fingers gently parted my labia and he probed deeply with them, as if to assure himself that I was wet and ready to receive him. He would have discovered instantly that I was hot and soaking wet down there.

He took his fingers out and I could next feel the knob of his shaft pushing gently against my cunt. Slowly he eased himself inside me. His massive cock was filling me up. The sensation was divine as he began to pump slowly and rhythmically, displaying a tenderness that I had so admired in him. He held my shoulders firmly, bracing himself as he thrust, now a little more forcefully, his tempo quickening. My nipples were hardening, and I rubbed them, pinched them as I sensed a deep orgasm growing.

“Oh fuck yeah Steve, that is so good, fuck me hard.” I begged.

Steve moved his hands from my shoulders and reached around and cupped my breasts. Feeling my rock hard nips pushed him towards his own orgasm.

“I’m cumming baby, oh yes, I’m cumming,” he cried breathlessly as an explosion of hot, thick cum erupted inside me. He continued pumping as load after load of spunk filled me.

My legs felt weak under me as a violent climax coursed through my body. I shook uncontrollably and was grateful that Steve was there holding me tight, supporting me against the pool wall. He now stroked slowly, yet his cock was still hard, but there was the sensation that it was gradually softening. The feeling in my pussy was still intense, but now, more tender, a loving gesture of maintaining my pleasure as nature took its course as his cock relaxed. I felt safe and loved in his arms.

From my position in the pool, I could see that the rest of the family were sitting around the table, chatting and drinking, with much laughter punctuating the conversation.

“Better go join them,” I said to Steve as we both exited the pool.

Steve went and sat next to Carol, who gave him a reassuring pat on his thigh as she looked lovingly into his eyes. Carol reached for the bottle of wine and poured herself a generous glass. She was certainly in the best off moods, alcohol clearly agreed with her. Even sober, Carol was so much fun, she was outrageous, and delighted in shocking the straight laced.

“I can’t tell you how much fun I am having,” Carol piped up, surprising nobody.

“Really Carol?” mum replied sarcastically to laughs all round.

“Well, how could a girl go wrong, with this smorgasbord of cocks to choose from,” she replied with mock indignation.

“Oh, you are the connoisseur of cocks Carol,” Steve added perhaps unhelpfully, “but I have a challenge for you. I defy you to lean up against the wall there while each of the men enter you from behind and you have to identify whose cock is whose!”

“You are on smartarse, bring it on,’ Carol boomed with much assurance in her voice, “now let’s make sure you are all nice and hard.”

With that Carol went to each of the men, grabbing hold of their dicks and rubbing where required to bring them to the necessary hardness. Soon the job was accomplished to her satisfaction, and she went and took her place against the wall.

“OK, ground rules.” Steve declared, “when you think you know who it is, call their name. We won’t tell you if you are right or wrong, but you will get the results when we are all finished.”

“This will be a piece of cake,” Carol declared with supreme confidence.

We all laughed at Carol’s self-assurance, not entirely convinced that the task was as easy as it looked. Time would tell.

The boys milled behind Carol and quietly discussed tactics. First up was Peter.

Peter moved behind his mother who was bending forward, her pussy thrust out for easy entry. Peter slid his cock in and thrusted gently. After a short period, Carol declared “Dave.”

It was difficult not to snigger at Carol’s first miscall, but we contained ourselves as the next “contestant” stepped up, that being Adrian. He dutifully entered Carol’s gaping pussy and pumped away. Carol had decided, “Steve.”

Hmmm, I thought to myself, Carol’s bravado was misplaced. Next up with the score 2-0 was Dave. Slipping his cock in, he probed expertly. Carol’s guess, “Peter.”

This was too much for all concerned as we burst out laughing. Carol of course did not know the reason why, but there was still one to go. Husband Steve had saved himself for last and completed the contest by gently slipping his cock into his wife’s eager pussy.

At this stage, Carol was 3-0 down and since she had nominated the other three, the last remaining cock, in her mind, had to be Adrian. As she incorrectly asserted “Adrian” all of us erupted in uncontrollable laughter.

“What is so funny?” Carol asked as she turned around to face the family who were doubled up laughing.

‘Well so called cock expert, you got four of four…. WRONG!” mum declared, much to Carol’s embarrassment.

“Gees honey, I thought you would at least get me right!” Steve declared with mock indignation.

Carol, blushed and hung her head. “I must just be out of practice,” she muttered in her defence, only bringing more chuckles. “Well, you try it then and see how you go.”

Mum threw her hands up in resignation. She reasoned that she would fail just as miserably.

But to me, it looked like fun, but I had a slightly different idea.

“I will give it a go, but this time it’s a cock sucking challenge. I will sit on the chair and each guy has to stick their dick in my mouth and I will guess their name,” I declared confidently.

“Agreed,” Carol said, no doubt hoping for a failure to somehow ease her own embarrassment.

“Honey, I have a face mask from our last plane trip, I’ll get it,” said mum as she disappeared inside and soon arrived back with the mask and fitted it over my eyes.

I immediately regretted my idea for this challenge. Not that I didn’t want four cocks in my mouth, but in reality, I doubted my ability to do any better than Carol. The truth was that all four boys had magnificent cocks, the only hope that I had was that dad certainly had the biggest one. My work was going to be cut out for me, but I reasoned that I was in a win win situation; I get to suck four delicious cocks.

So, first up was Adrian. The rule was no touching so all I could go by was the feeling of cock in mouth. Adrian stood still as I gobbled his rock hard dick. Hmm, I thought to myself, this is nice and big, it could be dad, but I had no reference. I lingered over my decision, no hurry I thought, then declared “Peter”. Wrong!

Next up was indeed Peter, and after due consideration I declared “Dave.” Wrong again. Unknown to me I’m 2-0 as Dave steps up to the plate. Placing his magnificent cock into my mouth I suck languidly as I pondered my decision. By reason of deduction, in my mind it had to be Adrian or dad. My rationale was that so far, I had sucked three big cocks, but I was sure that I had not had dad’s massive cock in my mouth yet. My mind raced back to the other night when I tried to match mum’s cock sucking prowess. I know I struggled but this cock was not filling my mouth as dad’s did that night.