The brides fucked the pastor at their gay wedding [public] - Sex Stories

The brides fucked the pastor at their gay wedding [public]

... way you like it." I didn't remember her fisting me, but last night my holes were both probed by dozens of fingers and sore all around, so it was possible. And she was right, that was just the way a kinky lesbian musician like me would want to get treated by her fans. She grabbed another bottle and pressed it on my pelvis, squeezing my clit between the hard glass surfaces as the thick flask slid in and out. I came quickly and intensely, releasing even more liquid as she pulled the bottle out, squirting it against her face. I lay back for a moment, catching my breath as she caressed my pussy, but eventually got up. I picked up my orange suit from a corner of the stage and dug out my phone. The time was 10:30, the wedding was at 12:00. "Fuck," I said and hurriedly shook my bandmates, waking them up. "Get up!" I told Nadia and Taz, "you need to get married!" They scrambled to get dressed in their wedding gowns again as I untied Stef and woke her up as well, helping her find her purple pants. Then I went to Bibi, slapping her when shaking and yelling wouldn't help until she finally yawned and stretched. It took her a while to realize where she was and what she was supposed to do, but when she finally did, she was the first to get up and get ready, dragging Taz and Nadia along as we ran out of the club to find a cab. Luckily, yellow cabs were ubiquitous in San Francisco. Unluckily, finding one that would pick up five ragged looking girls was more difficult. We finally managed to ...

... convince a middle aged driver with dread locks to get us to the church we were supposed to be, and arrived there at barely 11:30. I paid the cabbie as the others ran inside, and followed after them. It was supposed to be a private ceremony, so we were greeted only by the pastor who would conduct it, a pale, black haired woman in her 30s, with a long, beautiful face and full lips, slightly narrow eyes and a tall, slender figure, much of which was hidden underneath a purple robe she was wearing. "Hello," she said, greeting us. "I am Chris." She shook all of our hands, and did her best to ignore the dirty, crumpled clothes, messy hair and sleepless eyes we all sported. The brides introduced us and she spoke a little with Nadia and Taz while the other three of us were taking up positions. We wore our colourful suits, orange for me, pink for Bibi and purple for Stef. The night at the club showed its signs on us, as much of Bibi's blouse was stained in something I assumed was Nadia's piss, and much of my suit was covered in dirty spots and something that upon closer inspection looked suspiciously like dried pussy slime. Stef made it through best, I think, as the dark material didn't show many stains. The ceremony itself was rather short. Chris talked a little about the love of god, and how beautiful his creation is, how beautiful we are and how the greatest beauty of all was the commitment of two people towards one another. There was a little bit of singing, and then Taz and Nadia ...