The Wedding Present

The lift ascends with the bride inside, alone. Alone with her thoughts, all of her doubts and fears, her anticipation, all condensed into this brief trip up the stairs.

It clears the second floor and continues on up to the third. She takes her left hand and feels her breasts as if trying to prepare her body and shake off her nerves. Suddenly it slows, she does a quick check again in the mirror and composes herself. Amelia is waiting for her as the floor of the lift aligns with the floor outside, then they are re-united.

They hug and smile at one another and Amelia takes Tamara's hands. "Come on in here!" She says. They turn right and head over to the room next to the bridal suite.

"I've swapped rooms with your aunty Pam and uncle Joe." She hushes her voice. "They're downstairs now, so you don't have to worry about makin' a noise." She says, a sudden wicked smile comes across her face.

Tamara leans in closer. "So why are y' whisperin'?"

"Oh, I don't know." Comes Amelia and they quickly walk in out of site.

Tamara sits on the nearest bed, jangling with nerves.

"Don't be having second thoughts you!" Pips Amelia trying to stir up her courage.

"I'm not I'm just....a bit apprehensive that's all." Then she gets something off her chest.

"Have you ever done this Amelia?" "Had two men at once?"

"Not on my wedding night, no."

Tamara cracks a smile, gesturing with an elbow to Amelia's side.

"Jus' be yourself and take your time, communicate, ok?" She says suddenly softening her tone. "And make sure they know what your needs are!" "Slow it down, stop, if you want to stop."

"Yea I know all that." Tamara looks at her and smiles. "Can't believe you've set this up for us."

"Would never have done it otherwise."

"Are you excited?" Amelia throws in, knowing full well she is.

"Yea, I'm just....once I'm in the room I'll be fine." She smiles back.

Amelia can tell, it's time to go in.

"Come on then." She tells her reaching for her hand and smiling. "Let's get this party rockin'! " She says with a laugh.

"Let's get the bed rockin'!" Tamara adds, then biting her lower lip in anticipation.

"You look good Tamara."

She smiles, trying to show confidence.

"And you've got those slutty knickers on!" "You ready for another cock that's not your husbands?"

"I'm ready for two cocks!" Says Tamara.

Amelia opens the door and checks the coast is clear, then leaving it ajar goes the few paces to the next room then knocks softly at the hard wooden door.

She turns back and gestures to Tamara with her hand and as she clears the threshold, steps back and takes her arm. The petite and lithe Amelia leading the curvaceous, beautiful bride.

The door swings open just as they approach arm in arm. The dark haired one is there in the doorway, he smiles and gestures the women inside.

They enter the room, Amelia leads. The other man who'd been sitting on a chair, stands to greet them both.

"Hi Tamara." He says, the guy with the longish hair comes forward to kiss her on the cheek before stepping back, smiling at her and greeting the bride with a light and easy tone.

Would you like a drink, both of you?" He asks. He has an Irish accent, from the south somewhere, Dublin probably? Thinks Tamara. He maintains his focus on the her. "We've got some vodka oranges, some fancy gin and tonics and oh, Chardonnay. He adds.

"Yea, yea I'll 'ave a drink." Says Tamara. "Calm mi nerves." She adds.

"Now don't be nervous, I'm sure we'll all have a great time." He says in a soft and soothing tone. "And this is Celso." He introduces his friend. "Portu-gal." He says, pointing to his chest as if trying to account for his foreignness, his thick accent.

Tamara nods. "Oh, never b'in there, been Spain loads!"

"Well you should, is better than Spain." He replies with a hand curled over the edge of his mouth as if passing her a secret tip. He smiles broadly, handsomely with a quiet lived in confidence and easy manner.

Tamara smiles back, begining to feel relaxed and feeling attracted to these handsome guys. There's a moment's pause in conversation then the long haired one resumes. "So what'll you be havin' Tamara?"

"Oh err....I'll 'ave a wine me, can't 'ave too many spirits." She adds, her northern accent after being around her's and Simon's relatives seems to have really come to life.

"That's not a problem." He replies softly. "So I'm Brennan." He comes in. "It's Irish as I'm sure you're aware." He says as he hands her the glass. Watching him momentarily glancing at the gold band on her wedding finger she notices the veins on his sun kissed and capable looking hand. He's not nearly as dark as the other guy, as Celso's she thinks to her self.

She'd seen their pictures before but an image was an image and only part of the story. She liked them both for their soft manner, their relaxed demeanour and easy smiles.

Celso puts his glass down and comes to her side. His masculine hand glides gently down her arm to take her hand in his for just a brief touch, the slightest squeeze.

She looks up at him and this time, a horny, wanton smile begins to break out from beneath her composed if slightly tense face, her chestnut brown eyes betray a sheen of lustful anticipation.

Then Brennan says to her calmly and very matter of factly as she feels his weight shift on the bed.

"So I've been told, you have a little fantasy you'd like to fulfill is that right?"

Tamara feels her face blush at his words, and drops her head into her hands, shying suddenly from the presence of the two men and the growing sense of imminence at what is unfurling in the room. "Err...yes!" She manages to admit to them, looking up at Amelia for reassurance who, sat quietly on her chair across the room has the manner of a mother who's near grown up child can't quite manage the trip to the doctor's alone. Except she remains impassive, only faintly smiling back encouragingly to her friend.

"Yes, it's been a fantasy of mine fer a while. She adds, finding a little more courage to open up and to breathe.

"And what is that exactly,Tamara?"

There is no escape here.

"To be with two guys...."

She looks up at him, then looks over to Celso too.

"I wanna have two guys, same time." "There, I've said it."

"Ah well you've come to the right place now." He chimes in swiftly, positively, and leans forward, his forearms across his thighs.

Tamara is beginning to smoulder in anticipation despite her relative discomfort and bites her lower lip, then takes another mouthful of wine.

Celso turns to her slightly. "Shall I take your glass for you Tamara?"

She tries to relax, they are both so considerate and charming men thinks Tamara.

"Oh, yes please." She returns and as his hand comes up, his fingers curl over the lip of the glass as she passes it by the stem, his blue/grey eyes flashing a quiet smile. Slightly caught off guard, Tamara feels the touch of another hand moving across to her right side as it runs up her back. She instinctively turns to her left, his face closer now, rugged and handsome looking but not rough, though he has some stubble on his chin. He is more like a sculptured piece of ocean art, like a rock that's been chiselled and worn by the spray and the wind, the many currents. Her chest heaves, she leans into him. Meanwhile Celso gets up and puts down the half drained glass then he wipes his mouth before seating himself back down on the bed next to her. She is feeling the close presence of the two men and with that hand caressing her back she gives in to the warmth of his touch.

Her left hand moves up to his shoulders and glides down his arm, all the way down to his hand. Their skin touches for the first time. Feeling, grasping, they look one another in the eye. Recognition, smiles fire off a synapse between each others minds, a spark that connects them.

But even as she feels the need to kiss and climb, there is a firmness at her right knee, a gentle squeezing that snakes its way slowly up her thigh and she pulls away to her right, quickly looking. Then her hand almost involuntarily finds the inside of his knee and glides up...all the way. She feels him, she feels the package beneath the material of his trouser, fingers head off exploring, drawing beneath his balls a hand, eager to palm against the swelling cock.

He kisses her forehead, down her cheek and onto her neck. Smooth shaved against the bareness of her sensitive skin.

Brennan kisses and strokes her hair and then finding her zip, slowly takes it down in his fingers, all the way to her lower back and his warm hand slips inside.

"Jesus!" Exclaims Tamara as he feels and caresses her, there's a shuddering kiss at her neck, the manhood against her wanton palm, rubbing first one breast then changing to the other and back.

She rolls her tongue in Brennan's mouth, pushing against him, into him.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she thinks of Simon, that she is his wife, a new wife, it comes to her more now. She has not yet lain with him and she is here! About to lie with two men on her wedding night. A flush of intense arousal fills her body. Her mouth gapes submissively as she caves to desire. Smiling inside, her red lips consuming the thick manly tongue that is coming through the opening. Her legs widen further, more accessible and as they open, this time a hand comes underneath her dress on the left and about her stockinged thigh, the hand that caressed her back, drawing fingers in her hair and as he kisses her face, Celso kisses her neck then her cheek and then to her lips with his, thicker, more luscious on hers, while Brennan slides his mouth down her neck until she is pushed back onto the bed, each man, a hand on her lower dress and pulling it up over her thighs till it slips up over her waist, she....open, her plump thighs on display, straining inside the red fishnet of the stockings.

Celso makes his way around to her side and undoing his belt she reaches for him, to feel his girth beneath her hand, but he is already removing his belt, unzipping himself and pulling down his underwear which she only fingers before being confronted with his swelling cock, already the size of Simon's fully erect as it hangs like some suckable fruit. Her left hand takes him, up to her wet and eager lips. She feels him on her, the end of him against her. She licks and sucks at the underside, feeling him swell and jump at the touch of her face then takes him into her mouth, sucking the end of his cock, feeling him getting harder as she swirls her tongue, it's expanding girth in her mouth.

Brennan attending to her wanton thighs, instead stands up before her, dropping trousers to the ankles, his cock still flaccid but long, his hair paler, contrasting with the darkness of Celso. Pulling off of one she opens her mouth right up to another and salivating, takes him inside, surprising herself with how deep she gets him, and holds him there, gently milking his cock into firmness. Celso masturbates beside her, his cock touching her hair, she reaches over, handles him, feeling the weight of his warm meat against her weakening palm as she wanks him.

She pulls off of Brennan, catching her breath. "Ooh...I'd like to wank both of you all over my face!" She says sluttily. This excites them both as they each bring their cocks in front of her, she gets hold of Brennan too, spitting on him, getting him up to full hardness.

Je's he is big! Thinks Tamara. She looks at the two hard cocks in front of her, brings them together, covered in her spit, sliding them over her dirty, pouting face, her drooling tongue lapping against them. Brennan's cock grows even longer, arching up with his balls under her chin it towers against her face. She runs her wet slobbering tongue all the way up to the tip and takes him inside her, down, down....she pulls back, feeling him go almost too far, takes a couple of breaths while she wanks at them both and slaps them onto her cheeks, then Celso pushes himself inside of her and taking the back of her head begins to push her onto him, his veiny cock stretching her. She pulls back and gasps for air, then goes straight onto Brennan's who is a bit less wide.

"Mm...mm...gu!" Sucking and trying to breathe, then breaking off with a gasp.

"All this cock f' me!" She says with a hurried glance up at the two men, then resumes to feast herself all she can of them, until they both pull off. Hair clinging with her own spit to the side of her scarlet flushed face, she wipes it back out of the way.

"Turn over!" Gestures Celso with a finger and without hesitation she flips herself with her elbow digging into the bridal mattress, swinging her big arse over and onto her knees, her face going into her forearm, she pushes out her big round hips and her ass is exposed.

They maul her, roaming over her lower body, up under her wedding dress to feel the inside of her thighs and all the way up till the fingers tease her slobbering cunt over her slutty knickers, and around the back and up against the crease of her arse, first one and then two mens hands.

Oh my god she is a slutty bride! She thinks to herself. She is beyond anything now but this act, this evening with these two, hot men at her disposal.

"Oh, is that good Tamara?" Says Celso to her in his Portugese accent.

"Yeeyea....!"

"Is that good having two mens hands up under your dress like that?"

"Oh god yea!!" She mumbles breathlessly, one guy plays with her ass through her knickers, the other is rubbing her pussy. Simultaneously working together, they must have done this to women, perhaps lots of women before, sluts like Tamara who want and need to be taken in such a way that only two men can provide for. They are giving a service Tamara will not forget.

"Oh yea, get my knickers off and fuck me!"

Brennan takes a digit from up against her fanny and touches it to her mouth to see her reaction. She licks at it and sucks it. Celso reacts and grabs the slut knickers by the waist band and tears at them, ripping them open at the side before he tugs them down over her naked, horny arse and down her thighs. She lifts her knees to help him and he slips the knickers down and over her naked feet, they whizz off and land on the carpet.

He takes a face to her arse, biting her cheeks, sucking and licking at the great roundness then with a wet tongue finds his tip against her brown, wiggling it like an eel up against her delicious, dirty hole. Meanwhile Brennan's forearm comes around in front of her and with a middle finger is feeling her clit, sliding against the inside of her lips and dipping into her wet fanny, he rubs around the entrance while the tongue probes at her arse. Hands find her buttocks, pulling her onto that face as he writhes his way inside her.

Her fanny gets wetter and wetter, now she has two fingers sliding against her. But she wants more! So much more.

Tamara is already in heaven, as they rub and frig and lick at her sensitive areas, groaning with the pleasure of it.

"Y'yea!"

"Are you ready for some cock Tamara?" Brennan tells her more than asks her.

"Mmm...." "Give me your cock!" "Gimme both your cocks!!"

This is what she's been waiting for, what she's been dreaming of.

Brennan lies on the bed now naked and Tamara climbs onto him, her mouth exploring his chest, up his neck and kissing his mouth, licking his tongue.

The cold, fresh air caressing her wanton opening, she wiggles her bum.

It isn't long before there is a man kneeling behind her. Brennans cock sticks up against her pussy, sliding against and rubbing her swollen nub. Coated in her wet juices she looks at him intently as he finds her, her hole opens to him. The rushing wetness as his velvety smooth cock goes through her wet opening that gapes in longing, the intensity in his eyes as she pushes down onto him, her hips splaying to take him in. Oh the length of him!" God he is going deep, Tamara registers as his cock glides inside to fill up her gorgeous wet hole.

He pulls her head onto him as she turns to the side against his neck, then feels Celso's warm cock up against the crevice of her arse. He feels big already she notes and tries to take a look as a cold wetness suddenly sticks to her arse. Then he rubs so teasingly against her, her dress pulled high up her back.

And then he takes it there, the tip of his broad bulbous cock, the opening flared to greet her now greedy arsehole as she yearns to feel him. He pushes it against her and the cockhead sinks against her dirty hole. She opens for him even while her minge is filled up, arching her hips as far as she can, her bum exposed for him to take this girthy cock within her. It's veiny hardness, stout and proud against her vulnerability as she relaxes. The cock in her pussy rocking almost imperceptibly against her allowing the stretch of her arse and welcoming this new neighbour of theirs.

"Oh god!!!" She lets out a deep gutteral cry as a small push takes him beyond the point of rejection. But oh my god is he big, oh god he is BIG!

She is moaning like an animal as he takes it beyond the first hurdle and the whole of his cockhead stretches her out and pushes her tight against Brennan's cock.

"Oh, arh!" "God!" "More....gimme more!" She pants out between breaths and Celso responds, gripping her backside by the hips, he slowly pushes into her and her arse gives way to absolute pleasure.

"Oh that's so fuckin' wide!" "Oh's so fucking wiiyeed....oh!" A slight pain is overridden by the sheer ecstatic, mind blowing pleasure of his cock filling her ass as it expands against her humming pussy.

"So big!" "Oh fu...me wi...your cocks!!!""Fuck, me! "Oooharrr." "Fuc...!!!"

Celso pushes all of himself deep inside her, then pulls backs and then slowly thrusts again, till it's all the way up, right the way! Deep up to the hilt.

"Ooooarrrh" "Fucking....god!" Shouts Tamara as she suddenly orgasms from the stretching thrust of the meat in her openings. He slides back again and as he does, he is rubbing against a cock, that rock hard thing in her cunt. The motion of the pair above him getting him off, Brennan kisses her neck, sucking and biting her, he tries to tongue and probe her mouth between her shouts and cries.

Now Celso really starts to fuck, the goo oozes out over his balls as he grips her tight and pulls her onto him. He fucks her from behind, thrusting deep into her arse as he fucks her. She cries out the most gutteral cries, like only some deranged animal could create, or only a woman, being stuffed and stretched by two, big cocks.

Her eyes roll somewhere in the back of her head, her groin is possessed by something else. So fast he fucks her, he pounds up against her, an angry, building climax as he stretches her. The cock inside of her cunt being rubbed against, squashed, by the one in her ass, begins to tip over inside of her. Hands grip the sides of her head as he presses her down into him. Tamara just cannot handle what is going on inside of her, she is no longer her but a host to some kind of creature as distinctions and identities blur, merge and fuse. The mad groaning threesome, fizzing knockouts like so much champagne corks going off, the bongs come out the bottles, the groaning gutteral cries. She is possessed by men as she comes over their thrusting manhoods, unleashing herself, opening herself to her deepest core as their spasming members throw up their bollox inside of her as deep as they can go, and they slide and pulse simultaneously in her holes, bumping and spunking into her sputumy tunnels.

"Fucking hell." Calls out the Irishman as he unloads his last inside the bride, so open to receive his lovely, gooey spunk on her wedding night. She wants his load deep in her bridal pussy.

Celso, empty having held the last pumps of liquid in the tank, slowly oozes and eases himself out from inside her beautiful begging arse. He shuffles spent on knee, coming round to the bride's tortured face with his dirty cock, she licks and drools over that stout intruder, tongue like a beast upon him, sucking at the used meat, tasting herself on him but not caring, not now. He slides himself over her face, his cock, his balls, she licks them too.