Her hands were all over you as you made your way back to her apartment. The date had been good. She practically pulled you along after her with an outstretched arm showing off her pretty pink skin that stood out even against her frilly white dress to the bedroom. You thought the outfit with all its lace and layers was more than a bit much for dinner and a movie, but you couldn't deny she looked great in it. She pinned you against the doorframe with a kiss, her hands roving down over your chest. She bent down to her knees and undid your belt then playfully pawed at the band of your tented underwear before slipping your erection into the open air. An electric tingle flashed over you as she began by slow stroking that escalated to a lick of the tongue.
She was simply masterful at giving head. She used the gentlest teasing with the tips of her teeth, the play of her tongue swirling on its way down the shaft, easing back and forth, drenching you in warm saliva before using the perfect suction as she effortlessly took you deeper into her throat. With one hand, she fondled your sack while the other managed, somehow, to find its way under all the layers of her dress to play with herself, grinding against her fingers in time with the motions of her mouth around you. You steadied yourself with a grasp behind her ear, but letting her keep control of the pace, as she was clearly an expert, moving back and forth like a piston.
Her other hand returned out from under the dress. She made eye contact, holding up her palm to show you the thick strands of her arousal clinging to those thin fingers like a spider's web before smearing it at your base. She followed up by plunging down your length in a breathless go, her tongue lapping at where she had mixed in her own juices and holding you like that for seconds that passed like years. Just as you were at the peak, pulsing with your hips thrusting into her face of their own accord, at last she chose to retreat, panting and gasping, her tongue tracing the path of every bump and vein along the way.
She seemed to bask in her handiwork as she caught her breath, eyes rolling back slightly, nibbling on her lip and letting the mix of saliva and your copious precum dribble onto her cleavage and stain her dress. The power it took for you to keep from erupting right there was enormous.
"I know you need to cum, baby. You need it so badly, but I have to ask something first…" she said, looking directly into your eyes again. All you could do to hold back was twitch and groan.
"Oh, God, I love your cock so much, the taste, the smell, everything. I want it for the rest of my life."
Where was she going with this?
"Would you… would you marry me if I sucked your cock like that every day? Would you let me have it whenever I wanted?"
What? Marriage? You barely knew this girl, had only been on a handful of dates, and were frankly having trouble remembering her name in the gray haze of the moment. But she had brought you to this peak, and right now you were ready to agree to anything. Besides, it was just some harmless spur of the moment roleplay, right?
"Yeah, sure," you mumbled.
"Like you mean it," she said. "Say, 'I do.'"
"I… do…" you croaked. Immediately her smile became a mile wide.
"Try not to cum until the photographer is ready," she said as she dove back onto you, coaxing your dick into the wet confines of her mouth as if it were its natural habitat. Wait, what had she said? The challenge of keeping it together was now multiplied a thousandfold, but you were determined not to blow early as she worked once again to envelop you and swallow down every inch.
"I now pronounce you man and wife," the soft voice of a stranger suddenly said. Off guard you glanced up in horror to see a priest standing in the middle of her bedroom holding a bible and a small slip of paper. Who the hell was he! Where had he come from? The closet door slid open and the Wagnerian wedding march filled the room followed by a full brass quartet of musicians filing out. What was happening?
Her enthusiasm for the blowjob remained unbroken even as you tried in vain to pull away. More and more people emerged from the closet and the adjoining bathroom. The window opened and still more people clambered in, all impeccably dressed for a wedding. This apartment was on the fourth floor. Had they all been waiting on the fire escape? And for how long?
The procession of people continued. You recognized people you hadn't seen in years, high school classmates, friends old and new. How could she have possibly known these people to invite them? A massive multi-layered cake was carried out and placed on her bed.
Shuffling out from the closet came your parents. Awash with shame, it was impossible to cover yourself as she continued to bob on your shaft, sucking and slurping loudly enough to be heard above the music.
"Grandma? Oh, God, don't look!