So this is a real life story of what I would describe as "light conversion." It started at my brother's wedding. His best man was a lesbian named Shannon, and we got along right away and super well. Part of it, for me at least, was knowing Shannon was a lesbian. The "should we hook up at a wedding" question was never being asked directly or indirectly. I watched her stand up for my brother, and I had to admit she looked slick in a suit. Small in her chest, especially buttoned into her vest. But she clearly had to let the grey slacks out a fair bit to fit around her thick thighs and ass. She had brown hair cropped short in a boy cut, and she was somewhat short. The top of her head hitting about the middle of my chest.

The ceremony ended and the reception started. We kind of latched onto one another and bounced around the night together. We danced a little (but in a circle, not grinding). We played some wedding games, and we took some shots. It all felt like pretty normal wedding stuff until the night started coming to a close.

I noticed as the night wound down that she was holding herself a little closer to me. She'd throw her hand around my waist as we walked around. Everybody was drunk and nobody really noticed (I don't think). I have a bit of a reputation as a slut, but nobody thought Shannon was susceptible to it, including me. But I'm always down to give it the old college try. So I started to physically flirt back. Putting my arm around her. Leaning in a little to close to smirkily judge another wedding guest across the dance floor -- whispering into her ear so she could feel my breathy proximity.

Finally, the lights flashed and the venue was kicking everybody out. Shannon and I looked at one another and knew our night wasn't over. It wasn't clear to me what was happening, yet, but we hustled to the bar and bought a bottle of red wine for the two of us. "We can take it back to my room," she said. I agreed.

We carried ourselves off to her room, and at that point, it was super clear what was about to go down. I had the bottle of wine in one hand, and her ass cheek in the other. We giggled and stumbled the whole way to her door. She let me in, I put the wine bottle on a little table and immediately turned to her. I started undoing her vest and she went up on her tippy toes, kissing me. I was struck by how *hungry* she felt. Something beyond eager but not quite desperate. Dick drunk and driven.

I got her vest and shirt off, and started to work on her jeans. She removed my shirt, too, and was groping and grabbing at my dick. It was...unpracticed. But that was expected. Even kind of hot. I remember smiling and grabbing her hand. Showing her the pace and pressure of how to slide up and down my cock. She was so eager to play with her new toy, I had to make sure and yank her figurative bridle to keep her in line.

I got her slacks off and she had on high-coverage black satin panties. Not the sexiest thing in the world, but I remember going down on my knees to peel them off. Both hands on her thick ass and I pulled her pussy toward me, pushing my lips and tongue into her slit. Her body unbuckled in relief and she fell back onto the floor. I lapped and licked her up briefly, but I could tell she was more excited about experiencing the more masculine parts of my anatomy.

I pulled myself up off the ground and walked to her bed. I sat down on it and motioned for her to come closer. I stroked my cock to make sure she knew what I meant. And she rolled herself forward on her thick ass, then scurried across the carpet, never taking her smiling eyes off the dick in my hand. She got closer and I instructed her: "You know how to suck one of these?" And I gave it a little waggle. "Show me," she said half smiling.

I put my hand on the side of her face with my finger tips feeling the soft fuzzies of her closely-cropped hair. I let my thumb trace across her lips, then slip between them. She closed her eyes and sensually serviced it. A good practice round. I watched her hungrily lick and suck, and then I pulled her closer to me and said, "Open wide." She did as instructed but couldn't help but half-smile with her mouth as she did. I took my hand from the side of her face and guided my head into her mouth. A muffled sound of satisfaction vibrated out around her lips, and I leaned back as she took me in.

She wasn't taking me very deep, mostly playing with the head. It felt great, and she was sexy to watch, working her bobbing head between my legs. But I wanted to give her a little more guidance. "See if you can go a little deeper, babe." I put my hand back on her head, and pushed down. But I could feel I didn't need to push. She was happy to follow instructions, especially if those instructions involved throating a big dick. So I pushed a little further. "Good girl. Now choke on it for me..."

I pushed down harder this time, and she complied. I felt it hit the back of her throat, and she coughed wetly, but refused to give up. "That's a good little cocksucker," I told her. And I'll always remember her looking up at me in that moment. At first a little offended or surprised. But I smiled at her and pushed down on her head, and I saw her eyes turn, her lids half close, and her body arched as she filled her hungry mouth with my hard dick. She was leaning into it.

I watched her work me up and down for what could have been 3 minutes or 30. It's all a little hazy. She licked the length and, after I gave her more instruction, even played with my balls. Finally she pulled up and said, "I really need you to fuck me." I was all to happy to oblige. I pulled her up and threw her on the bed. I wanted to fuck her face to face so I could watch her expression as I taught her how good it could feel to be taken by a man and turned out. Her legs splayed and moved up between them. My slobbery cock touched her lips and she smiled, and I moved forward, sliding up inside her inch by inch. It was like watching her discover a new flavor, a new color, or a new emotion. Her eyes darted around the room and then into mine. She couldn't figure out what do with her hands, so I used one of mine to pin them above her head. With the other I groped at her cute little titties as I slowly began stroking her.

Honestly, neither of us lasted that long. It was basically just one crescendo until I felt a gush and the cool air on my balls which she had just soaked. That was enough to bring me to the edge, and a few more strokes and I was ready. I pulled out, assuming she wasn't on birth control, and blew rope after rope across her belly and boobs. She smiled the whole time, watching it splash across her.

I fell off her, exhausted and drunk. And we groped lazily at eachother a few minutes until finally passing out.

In the morning, we got in the shower together to rinse off and had one more round where I fucked her from behind clapping against her wet cheeks, but I was in a rush to get back to my family. Neither of us wanted them to find out. So after busting on her ass, I gave it a spank and we said our goodbyes. All in all...a very fun wedding. And a tipping point for Shannon for sure.

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Epilogue:

We stayed in contact on Facebook. Every now and then I'd see a picture of her with her new girlfriend up. I'd like it and send her a little chat. Nothing too inappropriate. But I wanted her to feel that little tingle and think about how I turned her out the night of the wedding. She flirted back but we never went any further than that. Then, randomly, I was visiting a booty call from college in Shannon's home town. We all agreed to go out for drinks, and toward the end of the night, Shannon ushered me off toward a dark corner of the dive bar we were in. She leaned in close and ran her hand up my leg then grabbed my bulge. She told me "I want to go home with you tonight." I asked about her girlfriend and she said "I'll ditch her. I want you." I told her that sounded fun but my hookup already had me booked. But I still think about the look in her eyes that night. Desperate for another round of dick that would do to her what her girlfriend simply could not.