John Clayton - Practice does it

Dr. Kempler watched with eyes that glistened with intense interest. He stripped off his coat and flung it on the floor. Hurriedly, he undid his fly and let his pants fall. One leg was pulled inside out in his eagerness to get out of them. His tie was already flying through the air and his shirt was coming undone so quickly a button popped off. His belly was slightly large but not unattractive even though his shorts were draped under it. They came off in a swipe.

His cock was stubby and hot. He quickly sank to his knees for a closer view of the action. Barn! Barn! Barn! Morris' thick cock was pounding the living shit out of the cunt on the couch. The doctor's hand encircled his organ and he rapidly jacked himself off. Morris and Kay were so engrossed in their passionate copulation they were unaware he was there.

Morris' balls were tightening up, and he knew he'd come any minute. Kay knew it, too, and started moving her hips in a circular motion to increase the delightful friction. Her clit was being rubbed from side to side. His hands were rubbing up and down her arms and her knees bounced in the air.

Morris indicated the high point of his passion with a low guttural growl which grew in intensity and pitch as he pushed his cock deep into her soft flesh and held it there. His body began to shake involuntarily as the cum sped through his cock and flooded her inflamed pussy. His hands were making marks on her upper arms, but he was unaware of it. Kay clenched the muscles of her cunt and pushed her hips against his body to get the full thrill of his rock-hard cock's climax.

Morris relaxed. His body went limp. Kay was still shuddering from the excitement of his coming. Her own body oozed its juices and they freely mixed with his. Each of them had beads of perspiration across the forehead.

"Move over, get off."

They were both surprised to hear Kempler's voice. There he was – banjo-eyed, kneeling at their side.

"My turn."

Morris was shocked, Kay stunned. She gasped.

Kempler was pulling Morris' leg to hurry him up. A little dazed from the fucking, Morris rolled onto the floor. The doctor stepped over him and stood on the couch gazing down at the voluptuous bride-to-be spread out below him. His cock was stiff and red at the end. The opening in it seemed gigantic. The dark hair on his body gave him the appearance of an animal. The fire in his eyes reinforced that image.

All of a sudden, he was on his knees and he was lifting Kay's legs up over his shoulders. Before she knew what was happening he'd slammed his pecker into her pink body. The weight of his body knocked the wind out of her. He didn't stop to notice. Grunting and gripping at anything he could get, he flicked fiercely. It was a totally different thrust than the civilized strokes of all her other partners.

He banged into Kay not caring where the head of his cock penetrated. She'd been high on Morris' considerate strokes, but now she was coming down with the brutal pumping of the man who of all men who should know how to be gentle.

His stout cock was entering her and pulling all the way out with each stroke. The accumulated juices began rolling out and down her crotch. Kay was groaning again, but not with pleasure. She couldn't wait for it to end. It wasn't long in coming because he'd been so excited by the display of beautiful bodies copulating that in a few strokes his grubby cock was spewing his cum into the abused cunt. She thought he'd let out a repulsive grunt when his climax was at its peak. To her surprise, he did it silently.

If he was quick to come, he was even quicker to recover. In a second his breathing was normal, and he was drawing his spent organ from the delicate sheath.

He got to his feet and offered his hand to Kay to draw her upright.

"I don't want either of you to think that this is an old-fashioned casting couch. I'm no fool. If, because of circumstances, two of the most beautiful people in the country are fucking in my office, I can hardly be criticized for becoming aroused. Miss Ruby, I apologize for fucking you uninvited. I respect your freedom of choice. The power of passion must be respected, too, however. I congratulate you both on your ability."

The day of the wedding dawned bright and clear. The house was in a chaotic bustle. Evelyn had patched up things with her husband, at least on the surface, and played her part with aplomb. The flowers looked beautiful and all the older women agreed Mrs. Ruby had done her daughter proud; this was one of the nicest weddings in a long time.

Kay made her entrance on her father's arm, walked with dignity down the aisle, kissed him on the cheek and entrusted herself to Davey. He smiled at her.

During the ceremony Davey dropped the ring but was quick enough to catch it before it hit the carpeting so practically no one knew what had happened. He spoke up loud and clear when it came time to say "I do."

Mrs. Endicott had prepared herself almost more rigorously than Kay had and was in what was for her, fine voice.

"She's one of the bride's mother's oldest friends and has been planning since Kay was born to sing at her wedding," was the explanation whispered through the church. Everyone was satisfied then that it was truly one of the loveliest weddings in many a year.

To the triumphal strains of Mendelssohn, the newlyweds turned, and arm in arm went down the center aisle of the church. The somber serious part was over and happy smiles beamed on every face. Kay and Davey nodded to friends and relatives they had not seen in years. It was about halfway down the aisle that Kay lost her breath.

There, on the groom's side, was the man who had the boat rental place. She turned beet red and barely retained her smile. The man who had fucked her while the ice cream melted in his car seemed not to recognize her. His face never changed expression.

"Davey," Kay whispered through a permanent smile, "who is that good-sized man in the brown suit with the yellow tie next to the lady in the big hat?"

"That's my Uncle Gene… He has the boat concession out at the lake. Why?"

All through the reception Kay was miserable. She knew how much the wedding meant to her folks and their guests so she went through the motions, everyone making the excuse that she must be nervous and excited and it was only natural she seemed to be dazed. Her smile turned plastic and never came off.

"Gosh, honey, what's wrong?"

"Kay, dear, it's time for you to lead the dancing."

"What's the matter with you?"

"You're the most beautiful bride I've ever seen."

"Thank you, Aunt Sarah."

"Kay, what is bugging you?"

"I want to be as beautiful a bride as you when I grow up, cousin Kay."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you."

"Children, you'll have to start the dancing."

While Davey moved her into the center of the floor and held her in his arms to the music the guests broke into applause. Kay broke, too, and cried uncontrollably on Davey's chest. Everyone thought it was just too sweet for words. Kay, however, felt her heart breaking and the world, her world, coming to an ignominious end.

"Davey, oh, Davey! I lied to you. I wasn't experienced. I was a virgin."

This was a bolt out of the blue to Davey and he missed the beat of the music. Conscious of all the eyes on them he manfully continued dancing and smiling even though his eyes changed from happy to concerned. He turned them a lot so no one would get a chance to see their faces for too long at a time.

Through his now plastered-on smile he asked her why she'd said, "'Was a virgin?' What had happened in the few days since then?"

"I practiced, Davey, I practiced so I'd be the kind of wife you wanted."

"Stop crying, people will notice. Why are you telling me all this now? You kept it a secret, you could have gone on keeping it a secret."