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With Ida Mae's bridesmaids pushing her toward me, and my groomsmen pushing me toward her, it was clear that we were not going to escape this. So as we were pushed together I whispered -- actually it was probably a yell to be heard over the din -- "There is no getting out of this. We might as well give them a show."
A devilish smile came over her face as she whispered/yelled back "Okay -- a real show it is!"
If it was pandemonium before, then I guess you'd call it "over the top" when we started kissing. We both put everything we had into it and stayed clinched for a good 30-45 seconds. When we finally broke we both smiled and waved to the crowd, and I picked her up and carried her down the aisle while the band played the worst rendition of "It Had To Be You" I've ever heard.
By the time we got out of Shindig Hall we both were laughing almost uncontrollably. After one last cheer from the crowd, we heard the band start playing "Shout," and no one bothered to follow us out, as virtually everyone in the hall was gyrating and singing along. I plopped Ida Mae down on a couch in the general reception area for all of the party rooms. Even many years later I remember our initial conversation almost exactly:
"I see we both have truly demented friends Ida Mae."
"My friends are wacky even when not drinking. You put a few ounces of booze in them and that is what you get."
"Well I was as embarrassed as hell and not liking it -- until the kiss that is. We really put on a show, didn't we?"
"Hell yes we did. Course it helped that I'm a great kisser."
"Hey! I'm supposed to be the one saying that, not you. 'It helped that you're a great kisser.'" [We both laughed again.]
"Thanks."
"So listen Ida Mae, I don't want to get personal, but since you're wearing my priceless ring, I will. I now understand why you were crying at the wedding reception -- it's the same reason I was almost crying there."
"You got it figured out, do you Beau?"
"Yeah. You're afraid -- just like I am -- that you're not making the right decision. You're definitely not ready to get married at all, let alone to the guy you're committed to marry because you don't see yourself being as happy with him as the bride and groom at the reception obviously were with each other."
After that exchange, while occasionally throwing good natured barbs at one another, we did have a frank discussion about our mutual apprehension. I never warmed up to anyone faster in my entire life, and I don't ever remember baring my soul to anyone else the way I did to Ida Mae. And she was as shockingly candid with me as I was with her, at one point saying:
"My fiance can't fuck worth a damn; he can barely fit a condom on that limp dick. And he won't ever eat me out -- he thinks it's dirty and he might get some disease or something."
"You're kidding! I love, absolutely love, to eat pussy. And in my case it's the female who doesn't like it. I tried to just lick Sybil a few times and she got upset and cold: 'Na-ice Sothen Laddess donn do that.'"
"She's crazy Beau. I'm a nice southern girl and I'd give anything to get a tongue up my slit."
After a pregnant pause I got as bold as I ever have in my life.
"Listen -- I know you're going to slap me silly for this but I'm going to ask it anyway Ida Mae. How about we go somewhere and I eat you through three orgasms."
I likely flinched after I said that. But I needn't have because without even so much as a raised eyebrow, let alone hand, Ida Mae immediately shot back "So you think you can give me three oral orgasms huh, Hot Shit? You won't, but let's try."
There was a hotel a few notches above a flop house just down the street. I was as excited as a kid trick-or-treating on his first Halloween as we literally skipped and giggled our way to our room, having paid cash in advance. We didn't waste any time. We Frenched even more passionately than when we were putting on the show in Shindig Hall as we clawed each other's clothes off.
Once we were both naked I lay Ida Mae down on the bed, and with one bedside light on to help show the way, went after her lunch box. Her kitty had sparse reddish-brown hair, a shade lighter than on her head. Her pussy was a long prominent slit with puffy well-defined lips, and a pronounced clitoris jutting out from near the top of the slit.
I was like a man dying of hunger as I dove into that glorious gash. I parted her lips like the Red Sea, then drove my tongue up her slit as far as it would go and flicked, wiggled, and twisted it with as much intensity as I could muster. It must have been enough, because virtually without even touching her clit I drove her to her first orgasm within two minutes flat!
As I gently massaged her pussy lips with my fingers, I allowed Ida Mae to come down from her high before I pounced on her clitoris. I sucked that engorged prominence into my mouth then released it, dozens of times while simultaneously finger fucking her with two fingers from one hand and massaging and lightly twisting a nipple with the other. Again her climax came quickly, more powerful than the first one, as she screamed, writhed, and bucked virtually uncontrollably.
The best was yet to come. After I again gave her time to recover as I sucked one tit, felt up the other, and kneaded her ass, I went all out in my assault. While flicking the tip of her now seemingly inch long clit with my tongue, I massaged its base with fingers of my left hand, and with the fingers of my right hand went in search of a G-spot. I was sure she had one when I encountered a rough patch about a finger's length into her snatch and she let out a long pleasure moan when I started stroking it with two fingers.
I vigorously continued all three actions until she started begging me to stop as she squirmed and thrashed about the bed. That only spurred me on to greater activity and soon she had her third orgasm, so intense that I think every muscle in her body went rigid, including her pussy clamping on my fingers so tightly I thought she might crush them.
Ida Mae was almost incoherent for the ten minutes following her third massive climax. She kept repeating words to the effect of "Oh God what a feeling," "I never want this to pass," "Shit I never thought it could be this good," etc.
Of course by this time my dick was rock hard and my balls aching. I never needed a fuck worse in my life. Once Ida Mae rallied from her sex-induced stupor she recognized this.
"Do you have a condom Beau?"
