Wedding Time Stop

Wedding Time Stop

The groom stood next to his bride, his champagne flute raised for a triumphant toast. He had done it, the woman of his dreams was seated next to him, dressed immaculately in her wedding dress as his beautiful bride. He had a proclivity toward the braggadocio that had tended to generate eye rolls from those who had to witness, but today it would be suffered out of obligation by his guests. Today it would pass as endearing or irritatingly admirable, because his smug boasting gave praise, in his own way, to his adorably charming and fully worthy new bride.

"I won!" He proclaimed with his glass held high. It wasn't the toast that suggested his deep appreciation for his partner and marriage, instead it was one that made it clear, he had won a prize. In this moment, it was forgivable, and a bit expected. For many in the room, he was tolerated, out of respect for her.

Morgan looked up at her haughty groom. His overflowing pride made her feel special. She liked feeling so valued and at this moment, she was coveted. Her guests seemed captive by her new husbands "victory speech" as they looked upon the couple at their sweetheart table perched on risers. This gave her a feeling of being royalty.

Her mind drifted for a moment, wondering if what she felt was bliss, pondering her future as Mrs. Ryan Strong. For a moment time seemed to hold its breath. She looked out at her invited guests, they seemed held in a silent moment. In the same moment, she noticed a strange silence, louder than sound, over the room. She shook her head to shake her daydreaming thoughts. Something was very strange, as if reality forgot to move.

She looked up at Ryan, glass still raised, but motionless. She could not make sense of the eerie tableau she was suddenly immersed in. A survey of the room didn't bring her any clarity. Reality had paused, mid-step, mid-breath, everyone paused.

"What was happening?" She thought to herself. A nervous laugh escaped her, hoping to provoke an answer to the riddle she had found herself in. Perhaps an elaborate prank?

Motion from a side door caught her attention, someone was walking towards her. She stood from her chair trying to make sense of her surroundings, not sure if she was dreaming or if the world was somehow ending in a strange "paused" manner.

"Hello Morgan", that someone who was walking towards her said. She recognized him, but could not remember from where. Certainly, there was no context in this moment to help her recall. As he stepped closer, she became more certain she was in some sort of dream. It was an old coworker of hers, someone she used to lifeguard with several years ago. She couldn't snap out of her confused daze enough to respond.

As he walked towards her he explained to her that everyone was "frozen in time." They would remain so, until he released them. None of this made sense to her. Someone she knew, not too long ago, but also a lifetime ago was monologuing to her as he stepped out from the crowd that was her wedding guests.

"What was happening?" Her thoughts were racing. He went on to explain that he wouldn't overwhelm her on her special day, with a long explanation of stunting neuro-response in mass groups, and how the drink she had earlier tonight was an antidote of sorts. As he approached her sweetheart table he made his appeal, that the real question she should be asking is, why?

The shock made her feel frozen as well, but it wasn't the same. She could move, and talk, unlike her groom, who was currently a sculpture next to her.

"Mikey!" She blurted out. His name somehow coming to her. That was the wedding crashers' name. A lifeguard, who she had trained when he first began working at her resort, years ago. Upon recognizing him he reminded her how they had quite a flirtatious past. In fact, they had even "made out" in the storage room back in the day. He explained that they were well on their way to a steamy work romance, until she met her future groom. She had met Ryan around the same time, and now that Mikey was refreshing her memory, she supposed that was fairly true, if not irrelevant.

He reminded her about a time when she knew that no one else was going to be on duty for an hour, so she called Mikey on the radio; "10-44 in A14". This meant she had a message for him in building A14, which was the shower. When he arrived, she was just finishing up a shower, fully nude, she smiled at him and asked for a towel. That type of suggestive banter continued between the two of them for the entire season. It was leading to an inevitable steamy end until it instead ended abruptly when her attention shifted to Ryan Strong.

"I couldn't gain back your attention back then, but I certainly can now" he told her with a sly smirk on his face.

The shock of the "time freeze" has subsided in her, and she was heading down this detour of a trip down memory lane, with a jealous fling from her past.

"So, you show up at my wedding, and freeze everyone, so what?... you are going to try and convince me that I should have picked you or something?"

He laughed and explained that he had no interest in changing her future or swaying her away from her husband. His request was a bit simpler.

"Of course, this would have been much less invasive, if I approached you at your bachelorette party. Perhaps I could have made an appeal to you that you could claim one final transgression before your marriage vows, and of course, I would have suggested myself as that one transgression. My timing is not great for you, but I am hoping you come around my thinking that this way is much more exciting."

She was aghast thinking that he was expecting to take her up to her bridal sweet while everyone at her wedding waited, frozen in time for her to be deflowered by some random guy.

She demanded that he unfreeze everyone immediately, but as she tried to think of the "or else" part of the ultimatum, she couldn't overcome that he had frozen everyone.

Morgan asked Mikey what he had hoped to get out of this.... intrusion. Mikey confessed that "all he wanted...." was to get the girl just once. He wanted the girl that had excited him so much several summers ago, to be his, just once. She quickly informed him that he would in no way be "getting the girl". He responded with a word of caution about not knowing how long her groom and guests could stay frozen without causing some permanent side effects. This scared her into "negotiating."

"Will you settle for a kiss? She optimistically pleaded, barely containing her eye rolls.

"A kiss would be a start, but I'll tell you when we are done."

She sighed "ok fine, it will be a good kiss" but then you will leave and put everyone back to normal?! She still believed she must be experiencing some strange hallucination.

"I promise, I will unfreeze everyone, when we are done."

She reluctantly stepped towards him, looked back at her husband with his hand raised in triumph in seeming perpetuity, and then turned back to Mikey. She closed her eyes and puckered her lips as she leaned into him. When their lips touched she pulled back instinctually at first before pressing back forward. She had promised it would be good. Her simple peck gave way as she softened her lips to deliver the kiss that would free her wedding from his pause.

After a generous, long, soft kiss she gently pulled back. She looked into his eyes, optimistically waiting for a word or facial expression that would confirm he got what he wanted. His gaze showed no sign of such a feeling. The immediate feeling of disappointment and impatience filled her and manifested in a hard slap across his face. Mikey absorbed the slap as a fair reaction. He conceded that she may feel that he deserved it, and likely more, but he knew that he would certainly earn every ounce of that slap and much more before he relented. If ever there was a smug look that rivaled her new husbands, Mikey just delivered it.

Morgan looked back at him, un phased by her slap, which was certainly a powerful smack. She looked over at her husband, and back over her guests still looking more like a painting than a party. Frustration began to stew in he, she begrudgingly recognized a simple kiss was not going to be enough. She threw herself back into Mikey and laid her lips upon him again. This time she opened her mouth to him. She let her tongue aggressively enter his mouth. The energy of her delivery made it passionate if not sloppy. Dressed in her stunning white gown, she was now tongue dancing with an old fling.

Mikey accepted her frantic attempt to pacify him with a steamy kiss. While she kissed him he grabbed hold of the clasp on the back of her dress. She swatted at his arm in protest. His overzealous audacity was absurd and puzzling. He persisted, which led her to turn up intensity to keep him at bay. She had no intention of feigning anymore false passion for him, but his delusional assumption that he could get away with undressing her called for a certain defense. She pulled back to catch her breath, his hands had a firm grip on the zipper of her dress.

"You can't!" She demanded, still befuddled that she would even have to tell him that.

His sinisterly smile let her know that he in fact "could."

Although unzipped, the dress still clung to her, protecting the bride's dignity. She became overwhelmed. A moment ago his nonsensical advance seemed laughable. Undressing a bride at her own wedding was unfathomable and she believed she would chastise him for the very thought, but now, a line was crossed.

She knew she would stop him, or at least confident she was confident she could if she had to. Morgan hesitated, unsure what her plan would be if she fought him off and then had to deal with a statued wedding party alone. It did seem simpler, to play into his desires for a moment while she came up with a better plan to make him agree to return everyone back to normal.

The zipper came down, freeing her from its tight grasp. She let out an involuntary gasp. The pressure from the binding dress had held her tight and now felt her blood rushing unabated.

The second option was much easier especially since it had a certain momentum already. He motioned for her to turn around. Morgan did so and she looked directly into the blank eyes of her new groom. She felt Mikey's hands touch her back that was now exposed from the lowered zipper. In one motion her strapless, beautiful dress fell to the floor. What remained was a white lace thong and a garter around her thigh.

"I remember these sweet cheeks" referring to that time he saw her in the showers, or the countless times her bathing suite revealed a little extra, likely intentionally from her. He returned a slap of his own to her exposed ass which made her cry out in surprise. Mikey walked around her, checking her out from every angle. She was lost in her thoughts, trying to weave a plan while was already being unraveled.

The front of her panties read "bride." He raised his gaze up past her panties to settle upon her breasts that hung deliciously free. Her nipples were noticeably erect which forced a smile across his face. He let his finger graze the hard tip and stared her in the eyes letting her know that he knew, deep down, an insuppressible arousal was stirring.

Morgan was lost in what seemed like a dreamlike moment. Although she was not frozen like the rest, she stood exposed. Not just her body, but her desires. Ticking from his wristwatch was the only sound in the room, a ticking that only she could here, as the sound stood still for everyone else in the room.

She hadn't thought of Mikey since the days they used to flirt on the pool deck. She just got married only an hour ago. In this moment, a combination of her manufactured passion to originally ward him off with a kiss, her exposure, and the godlike power that he somehow yielded had compromised her. She did detect the slightest hint of arousal. His advance on her was delicately brutal. A heroic idea of saving everyone at her wedding was plowing the path to overcome this moral conflict. Her thoughts of justification, and forgiving her own future guilt was suppressing an outright resistance to his unthinkable advance.

He stood in front of her staring into her soul, seeing that her inner demons were winning this thought trial. He reached for his belt and flung it out from his waist like he was wielding a whip.

"Sorry I'm a bit late, but out of curiosity, did you take any particular advantage of your last night of freedom? Please indulge me, I have spent a lot of time fantasizing about his."

His question inadvertently struck a chord with Morgan. She had not. Her bachelorette party had taken a very vanilla turn, at her own request and she was practically grieving about it this very morning. She had regretted that she had, chickened out that night, on account of her feeling of virtue. When she woke this morning she was sad, knowing she had lost an opportunity to be promiscuous one last time as a single woman. His question burned straight through to the core of her darkest desires and would lead to a divinely tragic concession.

"Take off my pants" he directed Morgan. She stepped out of her dress and squatted in her heels in front of him. Any thoughts of resistance were now drowned out by the sound of his voice and the tick-tocking of his watch. She responded well to him being direct. She didn't know what to do, so the easiest thing for her to do was to follow his lead at this point.

Mogan was not fully certain that any of this was even real. She didn't know what to make of it, but something about it was awakening something exciting inside of her. Her willing suspension of belief allowed her to submit to his early demands.

She pulled his pants down to the floor, leaving him standing in his red, Speedo-like briefs. She looked up at him, and then at the bulge behind the red fabric. There was no question as to where this was going. Morgan looked back at Ryan; she was hesitant.

"Can he see?" She meekly asked Mikey with a malevolent innocence.

Mikey assured her that no one could process any new information while they were in this suspended state, which was true. They wouldn't register anything their eyes saw while they were frozen.

She looked back at the red bulge. He looked down at her squatting in her heels, with the garter wrapped tightly around her thigh and her tits swinging ever so slightly as she looked back and forth as she gathered the courage. Mikey led her up from her knees. For a moment she was confused. Was it all over? Was this it? She felt some shame for feeling even the slightest bit disappointed. The feeling was short lived, but long enough to seal her fate. He wanted her on the table.

He guided her until she was on her hands and knees on the sweetheart table, her ass facing the posing Ryan, and her mouth, perfectly positioned for a wedding day invasion. Her attention was redirected to his red bulge once again. Her inner desires had revealed themselves to her a moment ago. She was ready, and a bit more excited than she would like to admit. She pulled down the red briefs, unleashing a cock that came springing from its fabric restraint.

She couldn't help but take another look around the room, everyone staring, but empty. Their eyes locked on her profane posture, but vacant and unjudging. She looked back over her shoulder at Ryan, his triumphant pose now seemed as if he was almost cheering her on. At least that is what she told herself. Morgan looked back up at Mikey, who had stripped off his shirt. The power he had wielded over the room made him like a god to her. She took him into her mouth. The opportunity she felt she had squandered at her bachelorette party; she was now going to experience tenfold. His cock, felt jagged and unwelcome in her mouth, but past the bitter sting of it, she felt a strange exhilaration.

Feeling him on her tongue she felt like she had absorbed some of that power. She felt amazing. All the fright that should accompany such a taboo public display melted. She was on stage and the fever dream took hold. To maintain some balance, she reached around and grabbed hold of Mikeys ass cheeks. Two handfuls gave her leverage to take him deep into her throat.

The youthful, sneaky feeling she had when they used to causally seduce each other during their lifeguard days gave her a nostalgic exuberance. She grabbed hold as she worked him along her pursed lips. This was the culmination of their luring game of pursuit that never reached its climax years ago.

For Mikey, he finally had what he had wanted for so long. He had dreamed of this for several years. Ever since he had first laid eyes on her in the shower. She was the girl who got away. Now, she was on her knees before him, a bridal updo gave him full view of her lipstick smearing along the shaft of his cock. Her tush raised to her new hubby while she indulged in the fantasy trap he had set for her.

Her enthusiasm was unexpected. He was reaching his end much more rapidly than he anticipated. Her vigor was going to make quick work of his highly anticipated moment. The view from above and the masterful skills Morgan had with her mouth left him in a bit of a panic himself. The moment he had dreamed of was going to burst away in an instant. He feared she would be wildly disappointed as well if it met an untimely end.

She felt him swell inside her mouth. She knew she was good at what she was doing, and she loved making quick work of a throbbing member. She was in pursuit of a victory of her own. In her rocking back and forth she had felt her bare ass graze upon the dangling hand of her husband. Releasing her grasp of Mikeys butt with her right hand she pulled Ryans hand between her legs. Mikey grabbed his hand around the back of her neck to try and gain back some control.

His swell began to reach a breaking point. He had to do something. He pressed the dial around his watch to the side of her Morgans face, just enough for her rocking to rotate the beveled edge one click. She took no notice, but the next sound she heard was impossible to go unnoticed.

"What the?!" bellowed a hauntingly familiar voice to Morgan. She shuttered. With her mouth full and Mikeys hand holding her in place she bucked spastically. The voice she had heard was Ryans. The sobering reality of her current position sent her into a frenzy, in which Mikey enjoyed denying her retreat. She remained mouth filled.

The horror and confusion on Ryans face gave Mikey the moment of redemption he had lusted for. The man who stole the girl of his dreams now being treated to the back end of his new bride while she stuffed his cock down her throat. He let her pull away and as she did he rotated the bevel on his watch back one click.

Morgan turned to face her nightmare. What she saw was Ryan, once again frozen in time with the facial expression that would accompany the shock of a lifetime. She looked into his eyes amidst her hysteria, trying to gain some sort of composure amongst the total confusion. She looked out at the guests, her own parents, they all shared the same look they had the entire time. Nothing had changed, just Ryan.

***PART TWO***

When Morgan looked back at Mikey she desperately needed an answer. Had he betrayed her? He met her gaze with a calming expression. She couldn't fathom why he was calm, or what had actually transpired.

"No need to worry Morgan, I just wanted to treat you to a little surprise, if you will. Yes, your worry is true, for a moment, Ryan saw what was happening. Although it seemed like an eternity to you, it was only a single moment. When he is retuned from this state again, to fins you lovingly sitting next to him, dressed in your beautiful gown, the memory will make no sense and his mind will have no choice to dismiss it as it will not be able to reconcile with the world around him. In essence, it will be like a subliminal message. He won't even realize he has seen it. However, I can tell you have been turned on by this real-life fantasy I have created just for us, and I want to offer you a chance to play in a way of your choosing."

"Why did you do that?! How did you do that?! She was dumbfounded, looking back at Ryan and then back at Mikey again.

"Well, Mrs. Ryan Strong, I want you to live out your deepest fantasy in this world I have staged for you. I think you responded well to having, "no choice." So let me entice you to make some choices of your own.

He told her to look out among the wedding party and guests. In their frozen state, he wanted her to live out a dark fantasy she must have with someone else in the room. He wanted her to give others the same treatment she had just given him, and he was certain that once the suggestion reaches that deep core of dark desire that he had already burned a hole to, she would enthusiastically comply.

She stared at Mikey, still nude, his cock involuntarily pulsating. She could not deny how turned on she was by what had just transpired. Somehow Mikey knew this and exposed this. She had no choice but to hope that his explanation of how Ryan will process his momentary clarity.

She looked around the room. In her mind she was trying to wrap her head around the absolute lunacy of what was transpiring. When her eyes met Mikeys again, his grin seemed to call out her scanning of the room, as a searching for her prey.

With a hint of defeat and a touch of erotic exhilaration she asked.

"Who?"

"Well, you will pick anyone you want, and all it will cost you is, anyone I want."

Morgan was quick to respond to get it over with, or perhaps eager to get started. She picked her hubby Ryan. The safest choice possible. Mikey nodded in agreement with her choice and motioned for her to commence.

She looked cautiously around the room as she approached Ryan. She made a plea to Mikey that there were no more "un-pauses", no matter what he thought of the unconscious deleting it or whatever.

She felt the heat between her legs as she lowered herself in front of her groom. Of course, there was nothing wrong with this right? It was the most dignified choice right? And besides the audience of mannequins, and Mikey, this wasn't too wild. As she unbuckled the clasps on Ryans tuxedo pants she couldn't deny that it was the audience that made this embarrassingly arousing for her.

Morgan pulled out an unready cock from her husbands' tuxedo pants and looked over to Mikey. He was the triumphant one now. She had left him for Ryan all those years ago, and now she was going to suck Ryans cock for his viewing pleasure at her own wedding.

She took him in her mouth, the first time in her life she had had more than one in the same day. The comparison was unfavorable for Ryan, but he wasn't expecting this, so it wasn't a fair comparison. She was confident she would bring life to this familiar cock. It was hard for her to see Mikeys fully deployed cock out of the corner of her eye as she coaxed the dormant beast of Ryans to life. It was taking longer than she was comfortable with and she was growing a bit embarrassed.

Just as she was about to give up she felt it come to life. An inadvertent quick glance over at Mikey hoping he noticed that her work was paying off didn't go undetected. Her hint of approval seeking drove him wild. Her grooms cock began to take shape in her mouth, and it brought her a rush of excitement.

She felt a drip on her head. She was jostling Ryan just enough, the drink he still held spilled from his flute and onto her face. The sweet champagne dripped to her lips, and she slurped it up while she moistened his member. Mikey looked on and fondled his cock as he watched this personal show.

She was used to Ryan grabbing hold of her, pulling her hair and taking control, but this time she had all of the control. She missed the hair pulling, but she loved the control. Ryan was motionless, except for his cock that had now grown to its full glory. Having two cocks in such a short period of time lent itself to a bit of comparison. She wanted to claim her new dear husband as superior in every way, but just to herself, Mikey had a pristine body. He still had that lifeguard body and muscle definition. Ryan did too, he occupied more space than Mikey, but the definition was just a step below. She liked the familiar mouthfeel of Ryan's, but she couldn't deny also enjoying the precision instrument of Mikey and the taste of nostalgia. She thought that with the hint of champagne, she did, prefer Ryan.

Also familiar, was the way Ryan swelled right before he was going to cum. She felt it now, but this time it came without the moaning and the announcement. So as familiar as the feeling was, without the other signs to accompany, his climax caught her off guard. It choked her a bit since she wasn't sure what to do in this situation.

Mikey informed her that if she as going to make someone cum while they were "stopped", she would have to dispose of All of the evidence. It made sense. For this time, he handed her a linen napkin from her table. This will have to do this time. She looked for Mikey for direction. Was she done?

He informed her that the fun was just beginning and that she should probably clean up hubby and pull his pants back up. She did so and nervously awaited Mikeys next instruction She knew his choice awaited and she found herself secretly hoping it was him. She knew it was wrong to be hoping to get to suck Mikeys cock again, but it was by far the most comfortable choice. Morgan was actually quite confident that Mikey would pick himself, because of course he would. Guys are so predictable.

Mikey walked towards her. Applauding the performance he just witnessed. She nodded in acceptance of his appreciation. He then began explaining that he knew that there was someone in this room, whose cock she desperately wants to try. The desire may be buried deep enough that it has gone unnoticed, as these desires usually do for the well behaved and virtuous.

Morgan rolled her eyes. It was like they were back in their flirting days. She acted like she didn't know who he was talking about as she reached out and caressed her hand on his thigh before stroking the underside of his tent pole of a cock. She gazed on him, titillating him with her nads until he admitted that he was talking about himself. He let her take hold of the moment and truly enjoyed her grasp of it. She leaned in and kissed him, this time, not as a desperate appeal, but as a seductress. She was taking control again and that kept her very aroused. Admittedly, taking a naughty romp with an old fling was quite exciting.

As she increases the vigor of her stroking, Mikey whispered in her ear.

"The best man."

She giggled, purringly before what he was saying truly registered. When it did, she pulled back, but not before Mikeys hand had gotten a feel of her excitement down below. She stuttered in response, taking a moment to adjust to her miscalculation. A brazen miscalculation that caught her in a moment of her acting not by strict direction, but on her own accord. She had offered herself up to Mikey and that that was overwhelming.

She implored him to change his choice, to himself, and promised she would make it worth it.

"I'm sure you would make it very worthwhile Morgan, but unfortunately, it is not your turn. If you desire me, you may choose me when it is your turn. "

Morgan didn't understand.

"How many turns were there going to be."

"There will be as many as you want there to be" He answered. He knew she would appreciate having a little bit of control.

She did, and then she turned her attention to the man, conveniently standing at the open bar, the best man.

***PART THREE***

"Why did you pick him?" she asked.

Mikey responded with an offer. He let her know that if she didn't want to play the game she would call the whole thing off now. She had been a great sport, and he was willing to call a halt to the "fantasy."

She was caught completely off guard by the offer. What a relief she thought. Despite thinking this she looked back over at Ted, the best man. She was drawn to him still. Morgan knew she should accept the offer from Mikey and call this off. Return to her wedding and forget the entire charade. Mikey had untapped a hidden reserve of forbidden desire in Morgan, and it was free flowing at this point.

The words to accept his offer and call off this strange happening were on the tip of her tongue, but still she continued towards Ted. She felt confident she just wanted to get close to him, see what it felt like to get close to collecting her own dirty little secret with Ted, just to feel the exhilaration of the anticipation. At the last moment she would take the offer.

She approached Ted and felt him through his pants, then looked back at Mikey to end the "game." The exhilaration she was hoping to feel, being so close to temptation. Before just moments ago, she never would have even considered Ted a temptation. Sure, he was handsome, strong and funny, but she had never thought of him that way. At this moment, it was different. The idea of helping herself to the best man at her wedding was intoxicating. His cock was the forbidden fruit and as much as she may have known she must resist, when she opened her mouth to tell Mikey it was all over, she was already tasting the temptation.

She truly did plan on calling it off but must have taken his pants down and lowered to her knees before him while her thoughts were conflicted. Now with her mouth full of the best man's staff, she knew that was what she wanted. It must be, otherwise she would have declined, right?

Sealing her own fate, she devoured Ted's rapidly growing cock. Feeling him grow so fast in her mouth only invigorated her. She would never look at Ted the same way anymore after today, as she would have this dirty little secret that only she would know, and Mikey of course.

She pictured one of the many times he "bragged" about not letting a woman get "treated" to his cock on a first date. It was kind of his thing, always talking about it "having to be earned." She delighted thinking that she was treating herself. Morgan admitted to herself that it was quite a treat.

Ted was clean shaven down there. Well maintained and even smelled quite nice. Very nice. She pressed her nose into his smooth sack to breathe in a cologne like aroma. With every whiff she drew in, the somehow savory scent was mouthwatering and enticing.

Mikey looked on dubious as she breathed in Teds aroma and began touching herself. She was really enjoying herself now. He was delighted in the view of Ted leaning casually on the bar, paused, laughing at his friend Ryans speech, while his best friend's bride raided him down below. It would be hard to tell that Ted wasn't Morgans pick from the enjoyment she was obviously feeling.

If the act itself wasn't intoxicating enough, his scent was pushing her over the edge. Mikey watched as Morgan was clearly reacting to a pheromonal scent that had instinctively triggered her. She was barely able to focus as she wrestled an almost animalistic reaction. Mikey noticed her stance droop as she was clearly becoming a bit intoxicated by it.

She felt the swell. The excitement of what it was going to bring was spell binding for Morgan. She shook herself from the indulging of his scent to drawing the nectar from him. She planned to leave no mess this time. She was going to consume every last drop that she had now "earned." If his scent had made her feel this savage, his nectar should be orgasmic.

The first explosion was captured deep in her throat. He wildly pumped him along to fully drain him. Morgan wanted all of it. Burst after burst she accepted greedily. When they subsided, she puckered her checks on his deflating cock to coax out the final bits of her dessert.

This had left her panting. An unease came over her. It couldn't be over, she needed more. She had never felt this way, but she wasted no time. She knew it was her pick now if she wanted to continue, and she was in no state to be able to stop now.

Not too far from the best man was the second groomsman. She had one, now she wanted another. She imagined she was a queen and her male subjects must all give themselves to her as tribute on her wedding day. Morgan wasted almost no descending upon Jake, groomsman number two.

Jake was a younger than her husband and the best man. He became close with Ryan from work and Ted through work. He started working with them after he got out of the Army, where he was a paratrooper and served for seven years.

As she kneeled before him she jokingly remarked.

"Thank you for your service."

She lowered his pants aggressively, matched her current pheromone induced canal spirit. She had recalled some stories he had told about his time deployed. To Morgan, now, he was a warrior. A stoic gladiator that she was going to conquer and fill herself up with his natural spartan nectar.

Morgan had completely succumbed to this moment and was letting primal desires run rampant. She lowered herself below him, approaching him differently than the previous cocks. Ready to devour her fourth cock she first wrapped her mouth around his balls. She hummed in delight.

Mikey enjoyed watching Morgan sitting below Jake. Her back arched and her head tossed back, taking in Jake from below. Her legs were spread on the floor facing Mikey. She worked his shaft while she lapped at his balls. From Mikeys angle, Morgan looked like she was holding a bung of grapes and feeding herself. His shaft was the stem and the grapes, well... She fed herself like the queen she was envisioning herself to be.

She did want to treat herself to the warrior above her. Her tongue wandered to places she had never even tasted on her husband. He felt solid in her hand. The firmest cock so far. In this moment she truly understood the fear of having only one cock for the rest of her life. Having just had several, the comparison and exploring of each one was thrilling. The feeling of dominating each one and bringing it to climax was empowering.

The only thing left was to taste the sweet nectar that would flow from her once she brought him to his inevitable climax. She basked in the glory of knowing that she that there is no way she would fail in climaxing her prey. They were all hers and she was going to taste the glory of her pursuit.

Jakes came different. She felt the pulse while she sucked on his balls. She knew this would usually leave Ryan writhing uncontrollably. Just because Jake couldn't writhe due to his frozen condition, she knew she was doing the trick. She felt ooze running down his shaft, so she repositioned herself to lick it all up.

From the champagne mixed cum of her new husband, the pheromone enhanced craze inducing cum from Ted, she was desperate to fully experience the fruit of the warrior, Jake. On her tongue she felt it; "to the victor goes the spoils." The warriors' juice would give her undeniable strength. She hunted down every bit.

When she finished she let herself collapse on the floor. The euphoric episode was not over, and she knew she had another go in her. Panting on the floor, letting her new claimed power flow through her, she awaited Mikeys' chosen tribute.

***PART FOUR***

Morgan felt her desire for Mikey spike. Having just indulged in a wild fantasy she knew what she wanted now. She wanted him to take what he had come to take. The conquering bride wanted to be conquered.

"Isn't there one more groomsman?" She heard him ask into the silent room.

Morgan, still sprawled on the floor, her eyes opened wide.

"No!" she quickly answered. But Mikey was right, but the suggestion should be off limits. There was another groomsman. He wasn't standing next to the other two at the moment because he was standing by his wife. Her sister's husband was the final groomsman.

Ted and Jake were just taboo enough to exhilarate her beyond her wildest imaginations. They were both single and hot. Harboring this dirty little secret was something that seemed exciting for her to do after today. But Marcos, her brother-in-law was completely different.

Her wildly jealous sisters' adonis of a partner was off limits to even compliment. She had listened to countless storied from her sister, and witnessed several instances where her sister became extremely angry if she thought someone was "looking at her man" a certain way. Marcos was not the type to ever stray, especially from her beautiful, albeit insecure sister. He was as wholesome as they came. Sure, he was dreamy, but she would never imagine even pointing that out, let alone crossing a line, before today.

The protest that she was prepared to deliver to Mikey, the plea for him to make a different selection, like Himself, never came. She fumbled with the words as she crawled over to Marcos. She knew this was something she had to put a stop to.

Marcos was standing kissing her sister. They were frozen while sharing in their own little personal toast. She shook her head knowing how wrong this would be. Her dear sister, and loving husband. A passing memory of a conversation she had with her sister the day Marcos proposed to her reminded her of a sour taste she had for a while after.

On the day Marcos proposed, in her sister's delight, she managed to suggest to Morgan that Marcos was the kind of guy that only her sister could attract. At the time, Morgan was not having the best luck with guys, before she met Ryan. The words reverberated through her like a challenge now.

In defiance for her sisters remarks years ago, she accepted Mikeys choice. While she stood next to her sister, she unfastened Marcos's belt. She looked into the vacant eyes of her sister Marissa, as her husband's pants fell to the floor. Not far from them, Ryan, of course, still stood with his hands raised in a toast. His face still one of shock from the temporary un-pausing incident.

Marcos was a burly man, but exquisite. His tree trunk thighs were as hard as they looked. He was wearing boxer briefs that were certainly a gift from Marissa. They had her face on them after all. It wasn't too late for her to refuse, but she felt excitement between her legs that would certainly make it hard for her.

She lowered Marcos "wifey printed" undershorts and gasped at the site of her hung brother in-law. He was massive. The reverberating words of her sister, taunting her that she could not get a man like Marcos grew louder and she lowered herself down to take him in her mouth.

The size of his cock excited her. Not only would it be the biggest of the night, but it would also be the biggest she ever had. Despite its intimidating size she was confident she would handily evoke the response she was accustomed to after a short oral performance.

This secret would drive her wild after today. Her sister, who always found a way to one-up her or at least act as such would never have the upper hand again. Not only did she have her sisters' husbands' cock, growing rapidly in her mouth, she was going to receive his forbidden sperm while she cluelessly locked lips with her loving Marcos.

Mikey stood over her, next to the statue Marissa, watching Morgan fall deeper and deeper into a taboo kink that would change her. He watched her hungrily take cock after cock knowing she would be insatiable after today. He had unleashed a sexual beastess bride.

Every suck from the Marcos cock was for a time that Marissa made her feel that she wasn't good enough. She should feel awful for enjoying the feel of Marcos cock filling her mouth, but it only invigorated her. She took him deeper every time, slowly easing herself into being able to take all of him. Mikey adored watching her choke herself on Marcos's giant cock.

Morgan gagging herself on her sisters' husbands' cock had opened the way for her to become completely cum drunk. Desperate to make Marcos cum, taste it and feel it roll down the back of her throat drover her into a frenzy. Drool and Marco's precum ran down her chin.

He was taking longer than the others, but she would not be denied. Morgan finally felt him reach a depth of her throat where no cock has gone before. She held it there for as long as she could before needing to gasp for air. After one last gasp she took him again and that's when she felt it. The forbidden cum of her sister's husband erupted into the back of her throat. She felt a rush or euphoria. Victory was hers!

The gushing quickly filled her throat and overflowed into her mouth. She enjoyed the taste in a way she never has before. She had been transformed into a wild animal with a ravaging desire for cum. She looked up and was surrounded, but the frozen Marcos and Marissa, and the puppet master Mikey.

As she recovered she came to realize that her sister's dress had fallen to the floor. Mikey, watching on as Morgan filled her new cock addiction through Marco, had undressed her sister and had his hand down her panties.

With Marcos cum still dripping down her chin she looked up in awe of Mikeys audacity. It wasn't enough that he had open access to Morgan and the show of a lifetime, but he had to help himself to her sister too?!

Seeing Mikey grope at her married sister drove her crazy. She stood up and let him have a haymaker of a slap across his face. She quickly gathered her sister's dress from around her ankles and re-dressed her.

That was not a part of the deal. To Morgans surprise, Mikey apologized. He admitted that he had let the moment get away from him. He was so turned on watching the girl of his dreams with all of these other men, he couldn't help himself. He conceded that she had fulfilled his wildest fantasy, fulfilled the rules and he was going to leave her and un-pause her party.

Morgan, having been momentarily distracted by Mikeys attention shift to her sister, couldn't deny how horny she still was. She had brought four men to orgasm, and although it was wildly arousing, she had not yet had hers. She knew that Mikey was the only one that would be able to give it to her at the moment. She also knew that he would certainly want to take the bride "all the way," before he departed.

She asked him why he didn't pick himself at all. She wondered why, when he could have chosen himself twice, did he give away the opportunity. His answer was simple, he had hoped that she would be the one to pick him. He told her to get dressed and he would return everyone back to normal.

***PART FIVE***

Morgan walked over to the DJ booth and switched on the spotlights for the dance floor. Instead of dressing and returning to her place at the sweetheart table, she asked Mikey to join her on the floor. She stood nude, her skin glistening and her leg muscles hardened from her workouts and waited for him to join her.

The two met under the lights of the dance floor. The audience was no longer visible as the rest of the ballroom was dark. She was not going to let Mikey leave so easily. She had gotten all worked up and now it was her turn to get the release that could no longer be denied.

"I'm sure you won't be opposed to us breaking your own rules right? I earned my climax, and I want you to give it to me."

Mikey was quite pleased with her proposition, and he was more than willing to comply.

"Oh, so you do choose me after all?" He quipped, revealing a trace of hurt feelings.

The bride grabbed hold of his cock, lit up from the spotlight.

"I do. Now you may kiss the bride," she answered him with a smirk.

The heat from the light slowly transformed her steamy glisten to tiny beads of sweat forming and slowly rolling down the small of her back.. She practically sparkled. Mikey kissed the bride, not minding her slightly sticky lips. Just an hour ago, Morgan was pristine, now lipstick had been wiped away and her hair was disheveled. Her dress that had made her look like an elegant queen had been shed a long time ago.

She slowly turned away from him, baring her ass to him. She bent over seductively and wiggled back and forth for him. Beckoning him "come and get it;"

"Mr. Blast from the Past, not you get to blast this ass..."

It was the type of lurid playfulness that had always drew him in the first place. He positioned himself behind her. The blowjobs were over, and now he was going to deliver he the blast she desperately needed.

Being in the light was a new sensation. Instead of seeing a room full of statuesque, vacant guests, she saw nothing. It introduced a level of vulnerability and intrigue. She couldn't tell anymore if they were lucid or not. The mystery only drove her desire to previously unseen heights.

She quivered with just his tip parked inside her parted lips. She couldn't remember feeling so desperate to get pummeled. She wanted so much for him to thrust himself deep inside of her. He had already taken hold of her hands and with a swift pull, he would bury himself deep inside of her.

Mikey felt her wet lips envelope the tip of his penis as he pressed into her from behind. He grabbed hold of her waist and slowly let himself enter the bride. Morgan sobbed at the intense emotion, louder with every slow inch. Never had she been so aroused for so long without receiving penetration in return. The intensity of the willing surrender produced a tear that was now rolling down her cheek.

"Are there any objections to the bride getting fucked in front of everyone? Speak now or forever hold your peace." Mikey announced to the captive crowd. There was obviously no response. With that, he pulled back on her arms, sinking himself deep into the exhausted, but desperately horny bride. Morgan yelped under the spotlight and into the dark ballroom.

With each thrust she felt less like the conquering queen from before, and more like a concubine brought to the wedding to entertain the royal guests. Now she was being pummeled under the spotlight. Her empty new husband goofily standing in the darkness while his bride was being brought to a knee buckling orgasm on the very dance floor where he would soon be sharing the first dance with her.

Suddenly the lights came on. Morgan was disoriented, on the verge of the ultimate climax. Wanting to be taken over the edge at all costs. She was held firmly in place by Mikey in the center of the dance floor, but her shock and impending erotic quake, made it superfluous. The look on the faces of her guests had changed but only slightly. Something had happened.

A moment of clarity made its way to her consciousness and a panic set in as she let out a shriek. Mikey drew her close. Naked and lustrous and held firm, she was too weak to pull away. He told her not to worry, only another momentary lapse of time-stop. He in- genuinely begged forgiveness for wanting to experience just a single moment of having everyone here, watching him take the stripped bride in front of them. But just as before, it was only a single instant, and when they are returned to their waking life, their conscious will reject what they saw and only make sense of what is currently in front of them, which will be the reception as it was before the pause. Terror of the potential reality of the moment, paired with an undeniable but unmentionable arousal the same reality posed incapacitated the bride.

She felt a warm drip run down her leg. Mikey had cum. She was on the edge. Shocked that he had cum inside of her, but desperate to get her finish, she pressed herself back onto his shaft. Her movement to reengage him inside of her revealed too much of her own carnality, but he had already begun to deflate. She felt an unnerving necessity to beg him for more. She could not be denied after all of this.

"I guess it is my turn to pick."

Morgan was confused. What did he mean? She thought they were done with the game. He reminded her of the rules of the game they were playing. For every pick she makes, he makes one too. She stuttered in confusion. Her mind was wrapping into a complex knot that would not be undone anytime soon.

"You want to finish don't you?"

She did. She needed to finish. She nodded absently, weak to her own thoughts and tethered to his whim. Mikey made his final selection known to her. He pointed to a man sitting at the front table. This time he had asked too much. There was no way she could, no matter how bad she needed a cock inside her to take her over the edge she was currently stuck on.

She was entranced, her knees were weak, she was obsessed with the latent, monolithic orgasm primed inside of her. The man Mikey pointed out was the groom's dad. The man who had just earlier today become her new father-in-law.

She frantically grinded her hips on Mikeys now drained cock to try and take herself to the finish line. There was no way he could make her fuck her father-in-law. Her only hope was to force Mikeys flaccid penis to unlock her wonder. She frantically pounded herself back onto him.

Suddenly she felt it. She was once again filled with a cock that could take her where she so desperately needed. She cried out loud as it felt so sudden. The eruption she had breed sent shivers through her body. She was no longer standing, but sitting, on a rock-hard cock. She looked up and saw Mikey in front of her and a nightmarish reality became clear. Realizing who was now deep inside of her was not enough to slow the waves of orgasm crash over her, it couldn't even make her stop pumping up and down on his lap. She passed the point of no return.

She was riding her "new daddy." How did this happen? She had refused, yet somehow here she was, Mikey in front of her looking on as she bounced up and down on Ryans dad's lap. He had rather enjoyed carrying a stopped-in-time Morgan over to the older gentleman at the front table only to un-stop her when she as securely pinned to his lap.

In this moment, her orgasm took on a life of its own and it would not be denied. It took control of her and wouldn't release her.. She bounced up and down on his shaft that felt otherworldly. In her sexed-up state, it was the most orgasmic feeling she had ever experienced. Her rush kept coming, so powerful that it brought her to tears as she teetered on his lap. The amazing feeling terrified her. How could she feel something so amazing and not want it again?

She collapsed in his lap. Finally, the culmination of all her sexual endeavors of the night came to full eruption. As she lay, panting in his lap she felt the familiar swell followed by a rhythmic pumping. Her father-in-law just finished inside of her as well. The second man that wasn't her husband to unload in her pussy tonight, the sixth man to get their cum inside her in some way tonight. (but who is counting?)

Mikey helped her off of his lap. She barely had the strength to stand herself up. He certainly didn't deserve a hug at this moment, but she was dripping with emotion. The moments had unlocked a flurry of feelings that should not have been, yet they had been, she was overwhelmed. As she sobbed in Mikeys arms, He helped her back into her dress. He tried his best to fix her hair and had even grabbed lipstick from a purse on the table to reapply for her. As he helped the bride back to her table he marveled at her complete satisfaction. Morgan was riding a euphoric high.

Seated back in her seat she looked up at her husband. His hand raised high and suddenly the whole room came back to life. For barely an instant he seemed to lose his train of thought. He looked at his bride with the slightest look of confusion but then turned back to the guests to finish toast.

Morgan looked out at the ballroom and saw her recent conquests double over, having just had the cum sucked from them, but having no clue. They privately wrestled to regain their composure amidst some brief confusion. Her father-in-law seated held a very satisfied smile.

Her Sisters brothers and the best man's pants both fell to the ground at the same time. A mix of gasps and laughter spread disruption through the crowd. The men, embarrassed quickly reached to pull their pants back up. Morgan realized that she didn't do a great job re-fastening their belts. The blushing looks on their faces reminiscent of men having just been caught in an affair. Her sister looking in embarrassment at Marcos. She had just caught him with his pants down, after getting a very satisfying oral treatment from her sister, but alas, she just missed it. After the excitement from the dropped pants episode subsided, her reception continued on as if nothing had happened, just like Mikey said would happen.

Her groom tried to discreetly adjust his own package, not quite sure what it was that made him feel a little funny. Then the sound of clinking glasses filled the room, as a sign that the guests wanted the newlyweds to kiss. She stood and kissed her groom, tasting the champagne on his lips, and excited to celebrate the evening with her guests and her new secret.