18) Bride's Chain of Tongues...

18) Bride's Chain of Tongues at the Velvet Veil.

The Skoda station wagon hums softly as Anne eases it through the quiet suburban streets, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the pavement.

Megan sits beside her in the passenger seat, her fingers tracing the smooth leather of her cane, the gold watch on her wrist glinting every time she adjusts her grip.

The scent of Anne's perfume something floral with a hint of vanilla fills the car, mingling with the faint leather aroma of the seats.

It is an aroma and layout Megan is familiar with, every seam, every scent is familiar to her. It is the same as in Jon's car/ cab. The cars are the same, same model, same year, the only differences are Jon has the long wheelbase sedan, Megan's parents John and Anne have the station wagon.

Because has Megan will tell anybody, her father purchased the wagon because it is All Wheel drive for safety and a wagon because he still secretly hopes that Megan will stop all this give up her independence that her parents have instilled in them, move back in with them and rent or sell her house. And the wagon is because in case ever gets a guide dog.

It is an idea that Megan refuses to consider.

Behind them, Helen, Ryaan, and Stacey chatter in the back, their voices a mix of excitement and laughter, the occasional rustle of fabric or shift of weight making the suspension creak slightly. Buddy, Helen's golden retriever, lies quietly in the boot, his tags and harness jingling whenever the car hits a bump.

Megan tilts her head toward the open window, letting the warm breeze brush against her cheek. "We're nearly there, aren't we?" she asks, her voice soft but carrying the edge of anticipation.

Anne glances at her, a small smile playing on her lips. As she lowers the volume of the stereo.

"Just around the corner, love. You'll hear the bell above the door when we walk in." Anne replies

Megan exhales, her fingers tightening around her cane.

"I can't believe this is happening. It feels like yesterday we were playing dress-up in your old clothes." Megan says back to her mother.

Anne laughs and smiles in reply.

Anne's laugh is warm, her green eyes crinkling at the corners.

"God, you were always stealing my scarves. And that one time you tried to wear my heels and nearly broke your neck." Anne recalls.

Stacey leans forward from the backseat, her red hair catching the light.

"She was a menace. Still is, if we're being honest." Stacey states light heartedly

Helen's fingers find the edge of the seat, her dark blonde waves catching the sunlight as she turns her head toward the sound of Stacey's voice.

"At least she's got better taste now. Mostly." Helen says with a small light-hearted giggle.

Ryaan, ever the peacemaker, chimes in, her voice smooth and amused.

"I, for one, am just excited to see Megan in something that isn't jeans and a blouse for once. If you'll pardon the pun." Ryann states. The pun being 'see.'

Megan rolls her eyes, though the gesture is lost on her blind companions.

"Oh, shut up. You all know I clean up nicely." Megan says back to Anne, Helen, Ryann and Stacey, though not in a defensive tone.

"Yes you looked absolutely adorable the night of your engagement party, dear. And it was somewhat provocative, with the bra made out of shells." Anne says back.

"Yes Sis, I bet Jon couldn't wait to get you home and de-shell you, or did the tail get in the way?" Stacey teases.

"Yes Meg. Did the tail get in the way of you giving Jon hell when you got home. Helen chimes in.

"Hmm did he slide the tail off you as he kissed you all the way down to your feet? To be perfectly honest I often wonder what intimate moments are like for the sighted." Ryann states matter of factly.

"Yes so have I. I don't know about Megan. But Anne and Stacey, you're the sighted here amongst us. What did Jon look like or that matter. Or for that matter, Mike, Adam or Stephen." Helen says the effect of the pre-trip wine beginning to show its effects.

"Girls! Quieten down. Lets have some decorum for today." Anne says delicately.

"Mum! It was you who brought the wine and encouraged us to drink it before we left." Stacey chimes in.

"Yes mum, this is all on you." Megan chimes in.

"Okay well if must know Jon was dressed as Prince and he had on a very tight pair of pantaloon things that left nothing to the imagination." Anne states.

"And?" Ryann asks.

"And? And what?" Megan asks back.

"And what was on show?" Ryann asks in a prodding manner.

"Ah, Ah.": Anne stammers.

"Oh mum! If you describe it to them I will." Stacey says sharply.

"Ah." Megan stammers.

"Okay Ryann and Helen. Jon had on tight white pantaloons almost like what a male ballerina wears and he had on a blue couplet. But lets say he is well hung in it. And he was soft, so I shudder to think what he is like when he is hard. But he must be a good what six inches." Stacey says to Helen and Ryann teasingly.

"Stace!" Anne and Megan both say.

"Well I'm not lying am I?" Stacey asks.

"Well if you must know when he gets hard and shall we say excited. He is twelve inches long and about four to six round. You cows happy now?" Megan spurts out.

Stacey smiles as if she almost already knows.

"Jesus." Helen says after Jon's dimensions have sunk in.

"Holy Mary mother of god. And you can take him in?" Ryann says shocked.

"Yes all the way." Megan says almost as if she is proud of the fact.

"I, I didn't know guys could get that big." Helen says.

"Ah girls, sorry to interrupt you girls discussing the dimensions of my future son in laws equipment. But we are nearly there. And Megan is bright red." Anne interrupts.

Anne slows the car as they approach, the wedding dress boutique.

The Vintage Veil, the boutique's elegant signage is visible even from a distance.

The building sits conveniently some might say too conveniently between a florist, its window display bursting with roses and peonies, and a jeweller, its cases glittering under the soft afternoon light.

The Skoda comes to a stop, the engine idling as Anne shifts into park.

"Right. Let's get this show on the road." Anne says.

Anne steps out first, her black leather shoes clicking against the pavement. As Anne moves around and opens the boot so Buddy can get out.

Megan gets out and waits, her hand resting on the door handle, listening to the sounds of the others exiting.

Stacey's confident stride, Ryaan's cane tapping lightly, Helen's softer footsteps as she reaches for Buddy's harness. The boot pops open, and Buddy's tail thumps against the metal as Anne unclips his lead.

"Come on, boy," Anne murmurs, guiding him to Helen's side.

His nails click against the pavement as he falls into step beside her, his body brushing against her leg.

Anne offers Megan her arm, and Megan takes it, her fingers curling around the crook of her mother's elbow. The warmth of Anne's skin seeps through the fabric of her green dress, grounding her.

"Stacey, love, can you take Ryaan?" Anne calls over her shoulder.

"On it," Stacey replies, her voice bright.

A moment later, Ryaan's cane taps closer, and Stacey's hand finds her elbow, guiding her forward.

Helen gives Buddy the command to follow, and the golden retriever moves with practiced ease, his harness light in her grip.

The group falls into a loose formation, Anne and Megan at the front, Stacey and Ryaan just behind, Helen and Buddy bringing up the rear as Buddy follows the pair in front of him.

The scent of roses from the florist grows stronger as they approach the boutique, the sweetness of it mixing with the faint metallic tang of the jeweller's polished cases.

Anne pushes open the door to The Vintage Veil, a delicate chime ringing overhead.

The air inside is cool and fragrant, the scent of champagne and lavender hanging thickly.

Plush leather couches sit in a semi-circle around a low coffee table, its surface polished to a mirror shine.

Racks of dresses line the walls, their fabrics shimmering under the soft, warm lighting.

A woman with wavy blonde hair and a Liverpudlian accent steps forward, her white blouse tucked neatly into a black pencil skirt, her black stockings seamless against her fair skin.

The red tattoo of a liverbird peeks out from the neckline of her blouse, vibrant against her skin.

"Well, hello there! You must be the Bath party. I'm Tanya Tate, the owner. Welcome to The Vintage Veil." she says, her voice rich and warm.

Megan turns her head toward the sound of Tanya's voice, her lips curving into a smile.

"Megan Bath. And this is my mother, Anne, my sister Stacey, and my best friends Helen and Ryaan." Megan replies the excitement apparent in her voice.

Tanya's gaze sweeps over them, lingering for a moment on Helen's cane and Megan's dark glasses. And then on Helen with same dark glasses and Dog, and Ryann who is almost identically equipped as Megan.

"Lovely to meet you all. I can definitely see the family resemblance. Right, let's get you settled. Champagne?" Tany says happily referring to the three ginger girls all looking at her.

She doesn't wait for an answer before turning to a small bar at the side of the room, pouring five flutes of golden liquid.

The bubbles rise in delicate streams, the sound of the fizz almost audible in the quiet boutique. Anne takes a glass, the cool stem pressing into her palm, and passes another to Megan, guiding her fingers to the right place. Megan's lips brush the rim, the first sip sharp and crisp, the alcohol warming her throat.

Tanya hands out the rest of the glasses before settling onto one of the couches, her skirt riding up just enough to show the lace trim of her black stockings.

"Now, who's the lucky bride?" Tanya asks which is slightly rhetorical.

Megan raises her hand slightly, her engagement ring catching the light.

"That'd be me." Megan answers like an excited little girl.

Tanya's blue eyes sparkle.

"Wonderful! Right, let's talk details. What are we thinking for the big day? Colours, styles, themes lay it on me." Tanya says treating Megan the same as she would any other excited bride to be.

Megan takes another sip of champagne, the bubbles tickling her nose.

"I want the bridesmaids in floor-length, light pink, empire-waisted dresses. Sleeve-less. And I'd like them to wear pink lipstick, eyeshadow, and nails to match. Pink high heels, too. They'll carry bouquets of red, white, and pink roses." Megan explains.

A beat of silence. Tanya blinks.

"You've got this all planned out, haven't you?" Tanya says.

Megan's smile widens.

"I might be blind, but I know what I like. And I remember colours just fine." Megan replies back.

Tanya scribbles something onto a notepad, her pen scratching against the paper.

"Impressive. And for you, love? What's the vision? Something to make that porcelain skin and copper hair come alive? Something that will make your man tremble with anticipation? And I have to say Megan you and your family have a lovely shade of ginger, and It's natural. But your hair it's just lovely. I have to resist the urge to touch it." Tanya says.

Stacey runs her fingers through her own long ginger hair, Anne strokes her own hair. Megan smiles and runs her fingers through her own copper cascade.

Megan's fingers tighten around her glass.

"Long white wedding dress. Plunging neckline, just a hint of cleavage. Enough to tease and titillate but not show the whole package. A veil. White corset and panties underneath, white stockings, white high heels. I'll carry a large bouquet of red, pink, and white roses. Pearl necklace and bracelet." Megan explains with enthusiasm.

Tanya's pen pauses.

"You've really thought of everything. I'm impressed." Tanya says obviously impressed.

"Almost," Megan admits.

"I still need to pick the exact dress. And the bridesmaids' dresses, of course." Megan explains.

Tanya sets her notepad aside and stands, smoothing her skirt.

"Right. Let's start with the bridesmaids, then. I've got a few samples that might fit the bill."

She disappears into the back, her heels clicking against the wooden floor. The women sip their champagne, the silence broken only by the occasional clink of glass or the rustle of fabric. Stacey leans back into the couch, her green blouse stretching slightly over her athletic frame. "She seems efficient." Stacey says.

Helen nods, her dark blonde bun catching the light.

"I like her. She's got that no-nonsense energy." Helen says.

Ryaan swirls her champagne, the liquid catching the light.

"I wonder if she's single." Ryann queries.

Anne snorts, nearly choking on her drink.

"Christ, Ryaan, we're here for dresses, not to scope out the talent." Anne snorts.

"Can't a girl multitask?" Ryaan grins, unrepentant.

Tanya returns with an armful of dresses, the light pink fabric spilling over her arms like liquid silk. "Right, let's see what we've got." Tanya says.

She lays them out on the couch, the fabric catching the light.

Megan reaches out, her fingers brushing against the different textures smooth satin, delicate lace, soft chiffon.

Stacey takes her hand, guiding it along the empire waist of one dress, the boning stiff beneath the fabric.

"This one's got a nice structure," she murmurs.

"The neckline is simple, but the skirt flares out beautifully." Stacey explains patiently to her sister.

Helen runs her fingers over another, her touch light.

"This one's got lace sleeves. Not what you asked for, but the detail is gorgeous. I can feel it." Helen says.

Megan shakes her head.

"No sleeves. I want their arms bare." Megan says.

Tanya watches them, her gaze sharp.

"You've got a good eye for this, Megan. Or, well. A good hand." Tanya compliments Megan.

"I've had a lot of practice imagining things." Megan laughs, the sound bright and genuine.

They spend twenty minutes poring over the dresses, Megan's fingers tracing every seam, every embellishment.

Stacey and Anne describe the colours, the cuts, the way the light plays off the fabric. Helen and Ryaan add their thoughts, their voices weaving together in a tapestry of opinions and laughter. Finally, Megan nods.

"This one. The satin. It's perfect." Megan confirms as she holds the dress in her hand.

Tanya claps her hands.

"Brilliant. Right, let's get measurements, then." Tanya says gleefully as she steps forward.

She produces a tape measure from her pocket, the metal cool against skin as she takes Helen's measurements first.

Helen stands still, her breath hitching slightly as the tape brushes against her waist, her hips, the swell of her breasts.

"Arms up, love," Tanya murmurs, her voice low and professional.

Helen obeys, the movement lifting her dark blonde bun slightly. Tanya's fingers are quick, efficient, the tape measure slipping around her ribs, her bust, her thighs.

"You're a perfect ten in the bust, We've got this in stock." she notes, scribbling on her notepad. Lingering a little longer than is practically necessary. One could surmise that the 'perfect ten' has another meaning besides sizing.

Ryaan goes next, then Stacey, their measurements taken with the same clinical precision. Tanya disappears into the back again, returning with three garment bags slung over her arm.

"Right, let's see these on you, then. And then mum here can describe them and we can hear opinions from everyone." Tanya explains.

Tanya gives a dress each to Helen, Ryann and Stacey and leads them to a fitting room.

The fitting room is spacious, the mirrors lined with soft lighting that flatters every curve.

Helen steps inside first, the door clicking shut behind her. The satin dress slides over her skin like a whisper, the empire waist cinching just below her breasts, the skirt flaring out around her legs.

She runs her hands down the fabric, her fingers trembling slightly. The neckline is modest but elegant, the light pink colour warm against her ivory skin.

She steps out, Buddy padding beside her, his harness jingling softly.

"Helen, you look stunning." Stacey gasps.

Helen's cheeks flush, her fingers twisting in the fabric.

"It's a lot." Helen says.

Ryaan is next, the dress hugging her olive skin, the pink a striking contrast against her dark hair. She turns in front of the mirror, the skirt swishing around her legs.

"Fuck, Do I look as good, as I feel?" Ryann exclaims.

"Yes you do Ryann." Anne says.

"It hangs off you lovely. It really shows off your tits." Stacey says rather coarsely.

"Yes it does love, I could just eat you up." Tanya adds.

Stacey goes last, the dress clinging to her athletic frame, the neckline dipping just enough to hint at the swell of her breasts. She grins, striking a somewhat teasing pose.

"Not bad for a last-minute addition." Stacey says.

Megan reaches out, her fingers finding the fabric of Helen's dress.

"It's perfect, You all look perfect." she breathes.

Tanya beams.

"I'll get these wrapped up, then. And now, for the main event." Tanya says.

"Hey do any of you know she has the same name and similar look to a pornstar?" Stacey saucily says. As Tanya disappears again.

"Does she?" Anne replies.

"Yes there is pornstar big in milf genres, called Tanya Tate and they would pass for sisters, only the other one doesn't have the tat." Stacey explains.

Tanya comes back just then, returning with two garment bags draped over her arm.

"I pulled a couple of options for you, Megan. Let's see what you think." Tanya explains.

The first dress is simple, elegant, but not quite right. The neckline isn't deep enough, the fabric too stiff.

"No. It's not me." Megan says as she shakes her head.

The second dress is different. The moment her fingers brush against the fabric, she knows. The neckline plunges, just as she asked, the satin smooth and cool beneath her touch.

The skirt is full, the train long enough to be dramatic without being cumbersome.

She doesn't even need to try it on to know it's the one.

But she does try it on.

The fitting room is quiet as she steps into the dress, the fabric sliding over her skin like a lover's touch. The corset cinches her waist, the boning pressing against her ribs, the satin cupping her breasts. The neckline dips just enough, the swell of her cleavage visible but tasteful. She runs her hands down the skirt, the fabric pooling around her feet. The veil is last, the fine tulle settling over her red hair, the pearl-encrusted comb holding it in place.

She steps out, her cane tapping lightly against the floor.

Silence.

Then Stacey exclaims.

"Fuck!" Stacey says louder than she intended.

Anne's hand flies to her mouth, her green eyes glistening.

"Megan you're breathtaking." Anne says as her hand goes to her eye.

Helen reaches out, her fingers finding Megan's arm.

"You look like a princess." Helen says, the blind girls using the word 'look' like anybody else does.

Megan's cheeks warm, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her skirt.

"It's perfect." Megan says almost choked up.

Tanya clears her throat, her voice slightly rough.

"Right. Well. I'll get this all sorted, then. Payments, alterations, the works." Tanya says and she disappears again, leaving the women to admire the dresses, to sip their champagne, to bask in the warmth of the moment.

The alcohol has loosened them, their laughter easier, their touches lingering. Stacey's hand brushes against Ryaan's arm as she reaches for her glass, their fingers intertwining for a second longer than necessary.

Helen's thigh presses against Megan's as they sit side by side on the couch, the heat of her skin seeping through the fabric of her dress.

Tanya returns with a clipboard, her pen poised.

"Right, let's get the details sorted, and then we can." Tanya says before stopping abruptly.

She stops.

The air in the boutique has shifted. The champagne has done its work, the warmth of the alcohol pooling low in their bellies, their skin flushed, their lips parted.

Megan's fingers trace the neckline of her dress, her breath coming faster.

Stacey's gaze is dark, her green eyes locked onto Ryaan's olive skin, the way her dark hair curls against her neck.

Helen's lips are slightly parted, her chest rising and falling with each breath, the satin of her dress clinging to her curves.

Tanya swallows, her own skin prickling with heat.

"Right. Well." Tanya says.

The clipboard hits the coffee table with a dull thud.

Anne is the first to move.

She sets her champagne flute down, the glass clicking against the table.

Her fingers find the hem of her green dress, the fabric sliding up her thighs as she shifts closer to Helen.

"You look beautiful, Helen," she murmurs, her voice low, softening the words.

Helen turns her head toward the sound, her breath hitching.

"An, Anne." Helen stammers softly as Anne touches her leg.

Anne's fingers brush against Helen's knee, her touch light, questioning.

"May I?" Anne asks Helen.

Helen's throat works, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her dress.

"Yes." Helen replies.

Anne's hand slides higher, her fingers tracing the inside of Helen's thigh, the satin smooth beneath her touch. Helen's breath catches, her back arching slightly, her lips parting.

"Anne." Helen softly breathes.

"Shh," Anne murmurs, her fingers inching closer, closer, until they brush against the lace of Helen's panties.

The fabric of Helen's panties is damp, the heat of Helen's arousal evident even through the thin material.

Anne's thumb presses against her, a slow, deliberate circle that makes Helen gasp.

"You're soaked, love." Anne says her voice equal parts, happy, excited and tease.

Helen's fingers grip the arm of the couch, her knuckles white.

"I, I can't. No I can't." Helen murmurs almost whimpering as she seemingly fights against herself.

"You can," Anne whispers, her lips brushing against Helen's ear.

"Let me." Anne says as her hand runs down Helen's chest. Her other hand moving up the inside of Helen's thigh probing, searching.

Her fingers slip beneath the lace, finding the slick heat of Helen's cunt.

Helen moans, the sound raw, her body trembling as Anne's fingers slide inside her, two at first, then three, stretching her, filling her.

Anne's thumb finds her clit, rubbing in slow, tight circles, her touch expert, unhurried.

Across the room, Stacey has turned to Ryaan, her hand finding the olive skin of Ryaan's thigh, her fingers tracing patterns against the satin of her dress. Ryaan's breath is ragged, her dark sightless eyes locked onto Stacey's face, her lips parted. The eyes that although sightless never turned opaque white like Megan's.

"Stacey," Ryann softly murmurs.

Stacey doesn't answer. Instead, she leans in, her lips finding Ryaan's, the kiss is hungry, desperate.

Ryaan moans into her mouth, her hands flying to Stacey's hair, pulling her closer.

Their bodies press together, the satin of their dresses sliding against each other, the friction delicious, maddening.

Stacey's hand slides up, her fingers finding the neckline of Ryaan's dress, pushing it aside to cup her breast, her thumb brushing against Ryann's dark nipple.

Ryaan arches into the touch, her back pressing against the couch, her legs parting slightly. Stacey's fingers trail down, slipping beneath the fabric of Ryaan's dress, finding the lace of her panties, the heat of her cunt.

Stacey, She doesn't hesitate. Her fingers slide inside, curling, stroking, her palm pressing against Ryaan's clit.

Ryaan's moans grow louder, her hips bucking against Stacey's hand, her fingers twisting in Stacey's hair. As they try to find some purchase in Stacey's long red hair.

Megan is watching or would be, if she could see.

But she feels it, the shift in the air, the way the energy has changed, grown heavier, thicker.

Her own body is alight, her skin hypersensitive, the satin of her dress suddenly too much, too little.

She reaches out, her fingers finding Tanya's arm, the fabric of her blouse soft beneath her touch. "Tanya?" Megan asks.

Tanya's breath catches, her body tensing beneath Megan's touch.

"Megan." Tanya softly replies taking Megan's hand and gently kissing it.

Megan's fingers slide higher, finding the collar of Tanya's blouse, the skin of her neck warm, flushed.

Megan pulls Tanya closer, her lips finding Tanya's in a kiss that's all teeth and tongue, desperate and hungry.

Tanya melts into it, her hands flying to Megan's waist, pulling her and flipping her onto her lap as Tanya slides down next to Megan.

The skirt of Megan's dress rides up, the satin pooling around her thighs as she straddles Tanya, her knees pressing into the couch.

Tanya's hands find the zipper at the back of Megan's dress, the metal teeth parting with a soft hiss.

The corset is next, the laces loosening, the fabric falling away to reveal Megan's bare breasts, her pale nipples are hard, aching and wanting.

Tanya's mouth finds one, her tongue swirling around the stiff peak, her teeth grazing lightly. Megan moans, her head falling back, her fingers twisting in Tanya's blonde hair.

Tanya's hands slide lower, finding the waistband of Megan's panties, pushing them down, down, until they're pooled around her ankles. Her fingers slide between Megan's thighs, finding her cunt, Tanya's touch is sure, confident.

Megan is soaked, her arousal dripping down her thighs, her hips bucking against Tanya's hand.

Surprisingly this is the first time Megan has been with another woman and she is the dominant one, the active one.

Rocking and bucking against Tanya's digits which are fully embedded almost knuckle deep in Megan's womanhood.

"Fu, Fu, Fuck." Megan cries, stammering as she builds the pressure and the heat up inside her ginger pussy.

Tanya's fingers slide inside her, two, then three, stretching her, filling her.

Her thumb finds Megan's clit, rubbing in tight, fast circles that make Megan's breath stutter, her body trembling.

"Fuck, Megan You're so tight, So wet" Tanya murmurs against Megan's breast, her voice rough.

Megan's hands find Tanya's blouse, her fingers fumbling with the buttons, pushing the fabric aside to reveal Tanya's black bra, the lace barely containing her DD cups.

The red liverbird tattoo on her left breast is vibrant, stark against her fair skin. Not that Megan can see or appreciate it.

In the scramble over Tanya's chest, Megan's fingers inadvertently trace it, her touch light, reverent, before she pushes the bra aside, her mouth finding Tanya's nipple, her tongue swirling around the stiff peak, of the older woman's nipple.

Tanya groans, her hips bucking up against Megan's, her fingers driving deeper inside Megan. Megan's moans grow louder, her body tightening, coiling, her orgasm building, building, building up to levels that the redhead can't contain.

And then she's cumming, her back arching, her cunt clenching around Tanya's fingers, her breath a ragged gasp.

"Fuck, fuck, Tanya, oh god fuck. Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk." Megan cries as she cums over Tanya's skilful fingers buried knuckle deep inside Megan's gingerness.

But Tanya doesn't stop. Her fingers keep moving, her thumb pressing harder against Megan's clit, drawing out her orgasm until Megan is a trembling, gasping mess in her arms. Only then does she slow, her touch gentling, her lips pressing soft kisses against Megan's collarbone, her breasts, her mouth.

Megan collapses against her, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body boneless, soft and floppy.

Tanya's arms wrap around her, holding her close, her own breath uneven. It is a tender, romantic embrace.

Across the room, Anne has Helen on her back on the couch, her dress rucked up around her waist, her panties long gone.

Anne's mouth is between Helen's thighs, her tongue working in slow, deliberate circles around Helen's clit, her fingers buried deep inside Helen's pussy.

Helen's hands grip the arm of the couch, her back arched, her moans loud, desperate.

"Anne, oh, ah, fuck, Anne." Helen cries amongst other nonsensical burbling sounds.

Anne's tongue flicks faster, her fingers curling inside Helen, finding that spot, that perfect spot that makes Helen's body jerk, her cunt clenching around Anne's fingers.

Helen cums with a cry, her body trembling, her thighs clamping around Anne's head. Yet oddly enough she doesn't cry or scream out in orgasm.

Helen's orgasm is soft, quiet as she bites down on her lower lip and cums, her juices flowing filling Anne's mouth and nose in her orgasm juices and coating her own thighs and Anne's face in delicious juice. Anne raises her face slightly and wipes some juice off onto Helen's pubic mound coating Helen's pubic hair in her juice.

Stacey and Ryaan are a tangle of limbs on the other couch, their dresses discarded, their bodies slick with sweat.

Stacey is on top, her thighs spread wide as she rides Ryaan's face, her fingers buried in Ryaan's dark hair holding Ryaan in place.

Ryaan's tongue is buried deep inside Stacey's cunt, her moans muffled against Stacey's thigh. Stacey's hips roll, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body tightening, coiling, as her orgasm grows.

And then Stacey's cumming, her back arching, her cunt flooding Ryaan's mouth, her moans loud, desperate.

Ryaan doesn't stop, her tongue working faster, her fingers digging into Stacey's hips, drawing out her orgasm until Stacey collapses against her, her body boneless, her breath uneven.

Stacey falls forward her chest connecting with the back of the couch, her knees straddling Ryaan's ears. Stacey's pubic hair is covered in a sprinkling of her juices. Stacey leans forward the back of the couch taking her weight as she pants.

The air is thick with the scent of sex, of sweat and arousal, the sound of ragged breathing filling the boutique.

Across the room from Stacey and Ryaan, and on the couch next to Anne and Helen.

Megan shifts in Tanya's lap, her body still humming, her skin hypersensitive.

She turns her head, her lips finding Tanya's again, the kiss slower deeper this time.

"More, I want more." Megan murmurs against Tanya's mouth.

Tanya groans, her hands sliding to Megan's hips, lifting her slightly before pulling her back down, grinding her against the hard ridge of her thigh.

Megan moans, her body arching, her cunt dripping onto Tanya's stockings.

"Fuck, yes." Megan cries.

On the couch next to Megan and Tanya. Anne looks up from Helen's exposed pussy. Anne's face is shiny with a thick coating of Helen's pleasure juices.

Anne sees Tanya continuing to pleasure her daughter. But she doesn't feel any urge to stop it. She watches them as the blond middle aged wedding dress owner grinds Anne's daughter against her thigh. Megan is almost naked, her white corset hanging open is the only thing on her. Megan's red hair lays sprawled, messy against her back.

Anne shifts, her body pressing against Helen's, her fingers finding Helen's breast, her nipple hard beneath her touch.

"You're so beautiful," Anne murmurs, her lips finding Helen's again, the kiss slow, deep.

Helen moans into her mouth, her hands sliding down, finding the hem of Anne's dress, pushing it up, up, until her fingers find the lace of Anne's panties, and the heat of her cunt.

Stacey rolls off Ryaan, her body collapsing beside her on the couch.

Ryaan turns her head, her dark eyes locking onto Stacey's, her lips parted.

"Your turn," Ryann murmurs, her voice rough.

Stacey doesn't hesitate.

She shifts, her body pressing against Ryaan's, her mouth finding Ryaan's in a kiss that's all tongue, hungry, desperate.

Her fingers slide between Ryaan's thighs, finding Ryann's cunt, her touch sure, confident.

Ryaan moans into her mouth, her hips bucking against Stacey's hand, her fingers twisting in Stacey's hair.

Megan shifts again, her body sliding off Tanya's lap, her knees pressing into the plush carpet. Her fingers find the waistband of Tanya's skirt, pushing it up, up, until she finds the lace of Tanya's panties, and the wet heat of her cunt. Guided by touch and smell.

"Tanya, don't take this as weird. But I need to smell your pussy." Megan says softly.

Megan then closes in to Tanya's blond pussy, it is wet with a matting of blond pubes on top.

Megan closes to within smelling distance and she inhales Tanya sweet aroma. Megan also does it with Jon's firm hard cock. Smell, taste, touch, hearing all taking more importance in her absence of sight.

Megan sniffs, softly gently.

"Hmm, you smell sweet and slightly salty." Megan says.

Then Megan leans forward and extends her tongue eager to taste the mature pussy that is on display in front of her.

Tanya's breath hitches, as the tip of Megan's tongue licks the lips of Tanya's pussy. Tanya's hands fly to Megan's hair, pulling her closer.

Megan's tongue finds Tanya's clit, swirling slow, deliberate circles around the stiff peak. Tanya moans, her hips bucking against Megan's mouth, her fingers twisting in Megan's hair. Holding the blind customer with the flowing copper hair in place.

The boutique is a symphony of moans, of ragged breathing, of skin slapping against skin, of wet, messy sounds of fingers sliding in and out of dripping cunts.

The air is thick and heavy with the scent of sex overwhelming and intoxicating.

Anne's fingers slide inside Helen again, her thumb pressing against her clit, her touch expert, unhurried.

Helen's moans grow louder, her body trembling, her cunt clenching around Anne's fingers. "Anne, Oh Anne, fuck, Anne, I'm gonna, I'm gonna." Helen says gasping.

"Cum for me, love," Anne says her voice low, commanding. As she briefly raises her face off of Helen's quivering pussy.

"Let me feel you. Cum for me. You are like a daughter to me. Cum for me, Hel." Anne says enticing, encouragingly.

Helen cums with a cry, her body arching, her cunt flooding Anne's fingers, her thighs clamping around Anne's hand. Anne doesn't stop, her fingers keeping moving, her thumb pressing harder against Helen's clit, drawing out her orgasm until Helen is a trembling, gasping mess beneath her.

Again Helen's cums quietly with nothing more than an audible gasp.

Stacey's fingers slide inside Ryaan, her thumb pressing against her clit, her touch rough and demanding.

Ryaan's moans grow louder, her body trembling, her cunt clenching around Stacey's fingers. "Stacey, fuck, Stacey I'm gonna." Ryann cries out plainly

"Come for me," Stacey growls against her mouth, her voice rough. "Now."

Ryaan cums with a loud cry, a cry of "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.' So loud it echoes around the empty bridal salon, causing the other women, Anne, Helen, Megan and Tanya to momentarily stop and look. It is similar to a tooth being pulled with no pain relief in an empty cave.

Ryaan cries her back arches against the couch, her hips raising slightly, her cunt flooding Stacey's fingers, her thighs clamping around Stacey's hand.

Stacey doesn't stop, her fingers keep moving, her thumb pressing harder against Ryaan's clit, drawing out her orgasm until Ryaan is a trembling, sweating, gasping mess beneath her.

Megan's tongue works faster, her fingers sliding inside Tanya, curling, stroking, her fingertip simultaneously pressing against Tanya's clit.

Tanya's moans grow louder, her body trembling, her cunt clenching around Megan's fingers. "MEGAN, FUCK, OH MEGAN, I'M GONNA, GONNA." Tanya loudly moans.

"Cum for me, Let me taste you." Megan murmurs against Tanya's cunt, her voice rough, dry.

Tanya cums with a cry, a loud screeching cry, her back arching, her cunt flooding Megan's mouth, her thighs clamping around Megan's head.

Megan doesn't stop, her tongue works faster, her fingers curling inside Tanya, drawing out her orgasm until Tanya is a trembling, breathless mess beneath her.

The boutique is a wreck dresses discarded, champagne flutes overturned, the couches askew. The women are a tangle of limbs, their bodies slick with sweat, their skin flushed, their breath ragged.

Anne shifts, her body pressing against Helen's, her lips finding Helen's again, the kiss slow, deep.

"Helen, You're incredible," Anne murmurs as they kiss.

Helen's fingers find Anne's breast, her nipple hard beneath her touch.

"You're not so bad yourself." Helen replies smiling as she feels Anne nipple.

Stacey collapses against Ryaan, her body boneless, her breath uneven. Ryaan turns her head, her lips finding Stacey's again, the kiss slow, deep.

"We're not done yet," Ryann murmurs.

Stacey grins, her green eyes dark with desire.

"Good." Stacey replies.

Megan shifts, her body pressing against Tanya's, her lips finding Tanya's again, the kiss slow, deep.

"Round two?" Megan murmurs against Tanya's mouth.

Tanya's hands slide to Megan's hips, pulling her closer.

"Fuck yes." Tanya says as she passionately kisses Megan.

The air is thick with the scent of sex, of sweat and arousal, the sound of ragged breathing filling the boutique. The women shift, their bodies pressing together, their hands roaming, their lips finding skin, mouths, breasts, cunts. The boutique becomes a blur of flesh and moans, of fingers and tongues and dripping arousal, of bodies tangled together in a mess of satin and lace and desire.

Anne's mouth finds Helen's cunt again, her tongue working slow, deliberate circles around her clit, her fingers buried deep inside her. Helen's moans grow louder, her body trembling, her cunt clenching around Anne's fingers. Stacey's fingers slide inside Ryaan again, her thumb pressing against her clit, her touch rough, demanding. Ryaan's moans grow louder, her body trembling, her cunt clenching around Stacey's fingers. Megan's tongue finds Tanya's cunt again, her fingers sliding inside her, curling, stroking, her palm pressing against her clit. Tanya's moans grow louder, her body trembling, her cunt clenching around Megan's fingers.

The boutique is a symphony of pleasure, of ragged breathing and moans and the wet, messy sounds of sex. The women come again, their bodies arching, their cunts flooding, their thighs clamping around fingers and tongues and thighs. They collapse together, a tangle of limbs and satin and sweat, their breath uneven, their skin flushed.

And then, slowly, they begin again.

Onion

The velvet curtains sway in the boutique's still, warm air as Tanya rises from the plush carpet, her wavy blonde hair clinging to her damp shoulders.

Her fair skin glistens with a sheen of sweat, the red liverbird tattoo on her left breast stretching as she reaches overhead, arching her back.

Six women lie scattered across the Vintage Veil's private fitting lounge it's a tangle of limbs, flushed skin, and the thick musk of sex hangs heavy in the room.

"Well, ladies," Tanya says, her Liverpool accent thick and warm, rolling her neck until it cracks.

She wipes her chin with the back of her hand, smearing a glistening trail of someone's juice across her wrist.

"I think the bride deserves our full attention now, don't you?" Tanya says in her heavy Liverpool accent.

Megan sits propped against the armrest of the cream-colored couch, her long red hair fanning across the upholstery in copper waves.

Her blind, all-white eyes stare at nothing her black glasses, are somewhere.

Her chest rises and falls in shallow hitches, her pale nipples still stiff and glistening, her full ginger bush dark and matted with wetness.

A fine tremor runs through her thighs.

"All attention on Megan," Tanya repeats, kneeling back down and placing both palms on Megan's pale knees.

She presses them apart, opening Megan's legs wide.

"Every tongue. Every finger. She's the bride." Tanya says excitedly.

Ryann shifts on Megan's right, her olive skin warm against Megan's hip.

Her straight black hair hangs loose past her shoulders, her dark brown areolas wide, soft, and large like two muddy headlights crown her DD breasts.

Her full, untrimmed black pubic bush sits with curls thick between her athletic thighs, still damp from the earlier round.

She reaches across Megan's body with her left hand, her pink-painted fingernails trailing across Megan's stomach, and then she cups Megan's right breast. The light pink nipple pressing into her palm.

Helen moves on Megan's left, her ivory skin contrasting against Megan's paler tone.

Her wavy dark blonde hair sticks to her neck and shoulders in a mixture of juice and sweat, her E-cup breasts heavy and flushed, with their small pink nipples peaking hard.

Her full, untrimmed blonde bush is soaked, matted flat against her mound.

She reaches across with her right hand, bright red fingernails dragging across Megan's ribs, and takes Megan's left breast in her hand almost simultaneously with Ryaans.

Her thumb finds the pale nipple and circles it, slow and deliberate. Before cinching Megan's erect nipple in between her two fingers.

Megan's mouth opens. A soft, broken breath escapes. Her hands grip the couch cushions on either side, her knuckles white.

Tanya moves to in front of Megan and kneels she looks at the sight of Megan's pussy, wet, sweet, ginger and after muttering to herself that it is a pretty pussy she lowers her face between Megan's spread thighs.

The scent of Megan's cunt, thick, coppery, and ripe fills her nose as she breathes in, her lips brushing through the damp ginger curls of Megan's bush.

She extends her tongue and drags it flat through Megan's slit, from the bottom of her folds to the hood of her clit, collecting the wetness there.

The taste is sharp and sweet, and Tanya groans against her, the vibration humming through Megan's swollen flesh.

"OH, OH GOD, OH GOD!" Megan cries at the first touch of Tanya's tongue on the flesh of her over sensitive pussy.

Megan's head drops back against the couch.

Her hips tilt forward, pushing her cunt up, out and into Tanya's mouth.

Ryann squeezes Megan's right breast, rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, tugging it gently.

Ryann's pink lips part, and she leans in, her mouth finding Megan's ear.

"You feel so good, Meg, So fucking good." Ryann whispers.

Helen mirrors her on Megan's left, her red fingernails tracing slow circles around Megan's pale areola before pinching the nipple.

Her long, wet tongue traces the shell of Megan's other ear, and Megan shudders between them, caught in the crossfire of hands and mouths.

Tanya works Megan's cunt with steady, deliberate strokes.

She parts Megan's ginger curls with her tongue, finding the swollen bud of her clit beneath the hood.

She wraps her lips around it and sucks, it is a soft, wet pull that makes Megan's thighs clamp against Tanya's ears before relaxing again.

Tanya's own cunt throbs, her blonde pubic hair damp, her inner thighs slick.

Tanya is not only slightly older than Megan, Ryann, Helen and Stacey and not as old as Anne. But she is clearly the more experienced pussy licker.

Stacey moves into position on the floor, her wavy red hair cascading over her freckled shoulders.

Her pale skin is flushed pink across her chest, her large light pink areolas swollen and pebbled. The trimmed landing strip of red hair between her legs is dark with wetness.

She kneels between Ryann's thighs first, pushing the olive-skinned woman's legs apart, and buries her face in Ryann's thick black bush.

Her tongue plunges through the coarse hair, finding Ryann's slit hot, swollen and dripping.

And Stacey licks it deep, her nose pressing into the wet curls. Slightly tickling Stacey.

Ryann gasps, her hand tightening on Megan's breast.

"Fu, Fuck! It feels good whoever you are." Ryann cries out in a mixture of pleasure and surprise.

Her hips buck forward, grinding her cunt into Stacey's face.

Her blind eyes stare at nothing, her mouth open, pink lipstick smeared.

Stacey breaks off momentarily.

"It's me Stacey." Stacey says to Ryann so she knows who it is. Before licking her lips and diving back into Ryann's juicy Mediterranean descended pussy.

Stacey spends a good ten minutes licking on Ryaan's pussy, just licking no fingers. Stacey sucks up the wetness that comes out of Ryann's pussy and keeps licking. Ryann's hands don't know where to go. Her right hand reaches down and holds Stacey's head and tongue in place, her left awkwardly maintains it's place on her BFF Megan's right boob.

Then Stacey pulls back, a string of Ryann's juice stretching from her lower lip, and shifts right, she stands and walks around Tanya, stopping briefly to smack Tanya's displayed ass

Then she kneels and moves between Helen's legs, spreading Helen's athletic thighs apart, and presses her mouth into Helen's blonde bush.

Stacey kisses Helen's succulent, blonde bush, She kisses the blonde hairs and the folds of Helen's pussy. The kiss is tender, succulent.

Stacey's tongue finds Helen's slit and licks upward from bottom to top in a long, slow stroke that makes Helen whimper against Megan's ear.

"Oh oh, Stacey, yes" Helen's red fingernails dig into Megan's breast. Her back arches, her E-cup tits pressing forward, nipples dragging across Megan's arm. As she arches her back.

Stacey stays nestled inside Helen's thighs for another ten minutes before moving off again to the other blind girl sitting on the other side of her younger sister.

Before slapping Helen on the inside of her thigh, Helens jumps and then Stacey stands and moves back to Ryann.

Stacey pauses behind Tanya again, she looks at her sister's juicy ginger pussy glistening with juice and saliva from Tanya's attentions.

She looks at it almost studying comparing it to her own. And she has a fleeting thought.

Megan her sister is blind, in effect she lives with a blindfold on. Would Megan notice is she swapped places with Tanya? Could she actually taste her own sister's pussy?

Stacey ponders it for a second or two and then moves on, back to Ryann.

Stacey alternates Ryann, then Helen, then Ryann again, back to Helen, Ryann, Helen, Ryann, Helen.

Stacey's mouth and chin glistens, her tongue working each woman's cunt with deep, sloppy strokes.

The sounds are obscene: wet, slurping licks, the squelch of tongue pressing into soaked cunts, the sharp intake of breath each time she hits a clit.

Anne watches from behind Tanya, her green eyes dark with arousal.

Her bob-cut red hair is tousled, her pale skin marked with a faint flush across her freckled décolletage.

Her C-cup breasts hang forward as she positions herself on her hands and knees, her full, untrimmed ginger pubic hair visible between her slim thighs.

She leans forward, her face pressing between Tanya's spread legs from behind, and her tongue finds Tanya's cunt.

Tanya jolts.

Her mouth pulls away from Megan's clit for a moment, a groan tearing from her throat.

"Oh, Anne fuck, yes." Tanya gasps.

Anne takes a brief pause.

"Don't mind me, just keep licking my daughter." Anne says firmly yet teasingly.

Tanya pushes her hips back, grinding her soaked pussy against Anne's face.

Anne's flexible tongue works deep, curling inside Tanya's entrance, lapping at her walls before dragging upward to her clit. The taste of Tanya's pussy, salty, musky, sharp, wet fills Anne's mouth.

Her gold wedding ring glints on her left hand as she grips Tanya's hip, holding her steady.

Tanya returns to Megan's cunt, her tongue diving back through the ginger curls, finding the swollen clit and sucking it hard.

Megan screams a raw, ragged sound that bounces off the boutique walls.

The room fills with the wet symphony of cunnilingus: Tanya's mouth working Megan's cunt, Stacey's tongue plunging between Ryann's and Helen's thighs in turn, Anne's flexible tongue buried deep in Tanya's pussy from behind. Six women, three pairs, a chain of mouths and cunts and hands. Friends, and Family and a shop owner.

Then Anne and Stacey swap.

Stacey pulls her face from Helen's soaked bush, her chin dripping, and moves behind Tanya.

She replaces Anne's mouth with her own, her tongue sliding through Tanya's blonde pubic hair and into her swollen slit. Tanya shudders, her groan muffled against Megan's cunt.

As she experiences the differences between Stacey and Anne's pussy licking.

Anne's technique is softer, gentler using smaller strokes, while Stacey's technique is more aggressive with longer, harder, quicker strokes of her tongue coupled with fingering Tanya's clit.

Anne shifts to the couch, replacing her elder daughter.

Anne takes position kneeling between Ryann's thighs first.

Her face presses into Ryann's thick black bush, her tongue finding the dark, swollen lips beneath.

Ryann cries out, her olive-skinned thighs trembling, her hand still kneading Megan's tit. Anne's tongue works deep -- curling, licking, sucking -- her lips pressed flush against Ryann's cunt.

Then Anne moves to Helen. Her mouth replaces the absence Stacey left, pressing into Helen's blonde curls, her tongue sliding through Helen's soaked folds. Helen bucks, her red fingernails raking across Megan's breast.

"Oh Anne oh, fuck--" Helen's voice breaks. Her athletic body tenses, her thighs clamping around Anne's head.

Anne doesn't stop. Her tongue flicks Helen's clit fast, relentless and Helen's back arches off the couch.

Megan, pinned between Ryann and Helen, reaches out on either side.

Her right hand finds Ryann's left breast, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh, her thumb pressing into the large dark brown nipple.

Her left hand slides down Helen's stomach, through the wet blonde curls of her bush, and her fingers find Helen's slick slit. She pushes two fingers inside, curling them upward.

Helen being sexually molested by the Bath Mother/ Daughter combo screams.

Her cunt clenches around Megan's fingers, her juice spurting across Megan's knuckles and palm. As well as Megan's mother's face.

Her whole body shakes her thighs snapping together, her back bowing, her blind eyes wide.

She cums hard on Anne's face, her hips grinding forward, her clit pulsing against Anne's tongue. Anne's mouth fills with Helen's cum -- thick, sweet, copious -- and she swallows, licking through every spasm until Helen goes limp against the couch.

Stacey leans back from Tanya and Anne kneels behind Tanya.

Tanya's turn comes next. Anne's tongue that gifted, flexible tongue works her clit in tight circles from behind, and Tanya's hips stutter.

Her mouth pulls away from Megan's cunt, a long groan ripping from her chest.

"Oh Oh, fuck Anne, yes, right there, Oh Jesus Mother and Daughter." Tanya groans.

Then Stacey kneeling next to Tanya, reaches out and plays with Tanya tits hanging, and plays with Tanya's hypersensitive nipples.

Anne's tongue is penetrating Tanya's wet quim, and Stacey has one hand on each of Tanya's tits, squeezing, rubbing both Tanyas tits and her nipples. Between them they drive Tanya increasingly closer to orgasm.

Tanya momentarily lifts her head from Megan's juicy ginger pussy.

Stacey kneeling on Tanya's left side, sees it and Smacks Tanya's ass with her right hand. And squeezes Tanya's left nipple with her left hand, giving Tanya a smack and a nipple gripple at the sametime.

Tanya cries in pain.

"You keep licking my sister's pussy, English whore." Stacey says her tone broaching no argument.

Tanya's face returns to Megan's pussy.

Meanwhile Helen has started to slowly rub her pussy as her orgasm subsides, Megan is tenderly stroking Helen's pubic mound, feeling her BFF's pubic hair.

Ryann has turned and is now facing Megan. Megan and Ryann are kissing each other. In long slow passionate kisses. As Ryann's hands go to her BFF Megan's chest and playfully dance over Megan's Nipples.

All the while Tanya remains in place, licking Megan and Having her cunt eaten out by Anne, Megan's mum and her tits played with and stimulated by Stacey, Megan's older sister.

Tanya's blonde hair whips as her head drops, her thighs trembling.

Tanya lets out a long, loud cry of "Ah! Godddddddd!" As she orgasm's.

Her cunt convulses, and she cums thick, sticky juice flooding over Anne's chin, her cheeks, her lips.

Anne laps at it, her tongue catching what it can, but Tanya's orgasm is messy, her juice running down Anne's neck and dripping onto the carpet.

Ryann cums third.

Megan's fingers still buried in Helen's pussy withdraws and finds Ryann's cunt instead.

She pushes three fingers deep into Ryann's soaked pussy, her thumb grinding against Ryann's clit.

Ryann's olive skin flushes dark, her mouth falling open, her blind eyes squeezing shut.

"Fuck Meg yes, fuck me with your fingers, you hussy." Ryann cries out.

Ryann's hips buck wildly, her black hair whipping.

Her cunt grips Megan's fingers, squeezing and releasing in rapid pulses. She cums loud a sharp, broken scream echoing through the boutique her juice runs down Megan's hand, her wrist, dripping onto the couch cushion.

Her large dark nipples are rock hard, her chest heaving. As she pants.

And then, Megan.

Tanya's mouth seals around Megan's clit.

Her tongue flicks, lizard like fast, relentless, precise.

Ryann pinches Megan's right nipple hard, twisting.

Helen's red fingernails drag across Megan's left nipple, pulling.

Ryann's lips and tongue on Megan's right nipple.

Three women, three points of contact, all focused on the bride.

Megan's body locks.

Her thighs clamp around Tanya's head, her back arching off the couch, her copper hair cascading behind her.

Her eyes water.

Her hands grip the cushions so hard the fabric tears beneath her nails.

"Oh! Oh! OH FUCK! I'm! I'm!" She screams.

The sound rips from her throat like a raw, primal, animal.

Her cunt convulses against Tanya's face, her clit pulsing, and she cums violently.

Her juice spurts across Tanya's chin, her cheeks, her lips, running in thick streams down Tanya's neck and between her breasts.

Tanya keeps her mouth pressed to Megan's cunt, swallowing what she can, her tongue working through every spasm.

Megan's hips buck uncontrollably, her blind eyes wide, her mouth open in a silent scream that gives way to gasping, ragged breaths.

Then Megan collapses.

Her body goes slack against the couch, her head lolls to one side, her hands falling limp at her sides.

Her chest heaves, her pale nipples still hard, her ginger bush is soaked and matted.

A thin sheen of sweat covers her entire body.

She lies there, trembling, her breath coming in shallow hitches, her thighs still spread, her cunt twitching through the aftershocks.

The room falls quiet. Just breathing. Just the wet sounds of bodies shifting on leather. That is all the sounds in the room.

Then Anne moves.

She positions herself on the floor, on her back, and Tanya crawls over her, cunt to mouth.

Tanya lowers her blonde bush to Anne's waiting tongue while Anne's ginger bush presses against Tanya's mouth.

They move together in a slow, wet 69, their tongues working each other's clits in a synchronized rhythm.

Anne's flexible tongue curls deep inside Tanya, and Tanya's mouth sucks hard on Anne's pale pink clit.

Anne cums first. Her back arches off the floor, her small areolas tightening, her freckled skin flushing red from her chest to her cheeks.

She groans into Tanya's cunt, her mouth filling with her own moans, and her juice floods Tanya's face thick and sticky, running down Tanya's chin and dripping onto the carpet. Tanya laps at her through every spasm of Anne's orgasm.

Helen and Ryann, still recovering on the couch, turn their attention to Stacey.

Helen slides off the couch first, kneeling between Stacey's spread legs. Her long, wet tongue drags through Stacey's trimmed landing strip, finding her swollen pinkness beneath.

She licks Stacey in deep slow, deliberate strokes and Stacey's head drops back, her red hair spilling behind her, her large light pink nipples jutting upward.

Helen works her for a long, aching minute, then pulls back.

Ryann takes her place, her olive-skinned face pressing into Stacey's cunt, her tongue replacing Helen's.

She licks faster, harder, her mouth sealed against Stacey's clit, sucking in rhythm. Helen returns, taking over, her tongue flicking rapidly.

They trade back and forth Helen, Ryann, Helen, Ryann their mouths alternating on Stacey's swollen cunt.

The two blind women, quickly surely drive Stacey to orgasm.

Stacey's thighs begin to shake.

Her freckled tits bounce with each heaving breath.

"OH! OH! FUCK! YES RIGHT THERE!" Stacey screams.

Her voice climbing, her hips grinding upward.

Helen's tongue is on Stacey's clit when she breaks Stacey's body seizing, her cunt clenching, and she cums hard over Helen's face.

Her juice spurts across Helen's chin, her cheeks, her wavy dark blonde hair.

Helen keeps licking, her mouth working through every pulse, until Stacey pushes her head away, oversensitive, breathless and gasping.

Then silence.

Just breathing. Just the smell of sex thick, heavy, everywhere.

Tanya is the first to rise.

She stretches, her blonde hair wild, her body glistening with sweat and cum, the liverbird tattoo on her breast stretched tight.

She pads barefoot across the carpet to the boutique's small bar counter and retrieves the open bottle of red wine.

She pours six glasses and carries them back on a silver tray.

"Wine, ladies, On the house." she says, her voice warm and easy.

Megan sits up slowly, her body still trembling.

She takes the glass with shaking fingers, the gold bracelet on her wrist clinking against it.

She drinks it in deep, the wine staining her lips.

One by one, they rise.

Ryann finds her white cane propped against the wall, her olive skin still flushed.

Helen retrieves her guide dog's harness from the corner, her red lipstick smeared across her chin.

Anne smooths her bob-cut red hair, her green eyes bright, her gold wedding ring catching the light as she reaches for her green dress.

Stacey pulls on her black jeans, her freckled tits disappearing beneath her light green blouse.

Megan dresses last in her green blouse, blue jeans, black leather belt, ankle boots.

Her gold watch, her gold bracelet, her diamond teardrop earrings catching the light.

She picks up her cane, and black glasses, her movements slow and deliberate, her blind all-white eyes hiding behind her black glasses.

Tanya stays naked.

She stands behind the boutique counter, her bare breasts visible above the glass, the liverbird tattoo perched on her left breast, her blonde pubic hair on full display.

She processes their order dresses, lingerie sets, stockings, a veil and rings up the payment on the antique brass register.

Anne hands over her credit card, her gold necklace catching the light.

"Thank you, Anne," Tanya says, sliding the receipt across the counter.

Megan guided by the sound of Annes and Tanya's conversation joins them.

"And congratulations to the bride." Tanya says reaching out touching Megan's hand.

They file toward the door.

Megan walks guided by Anne

Ryann and Helen, guided by Helen's guide dog follow, their canes tapping in a staggered rhythm on the hardwood floor.

Stacey holds the door open, the evening air rushing in, cool against their flushed skin.

Tanya stands in the doorway of the Velvet Veil, completely naked, her body silhouetted against the boutique's warm interior light.

She lifts one hand and waves, her blonde hair catching the breeze.

"Please cum again," she says, her Liverpool accent carrying down the street.

The door closes behind them. The bell above it chimes once, soft and clear, and the night swallows the sound whole.