The Wedding

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Kev sat in he driving seat and you nodded towards the back seat and got in next to me. I could feel the sperm of your ejaculations slowly drying on my breasts and shuddered involuntarily. Kev started the engine and we moved off. I sat uncomfortably looking out of the window sitting immediately behind the driver's seat, wondering what you had planned for my big day!

I suddenly heard a loud fart as Kev raised himself and let one rip. You both laughed and I looked at him in disgust and then at you as you lifted yourself to the left and also dropped a loud rumbling fart , in my direction.

"Oh please!"

I cried out in disgust.

"Do you always act like animals when there are ladies present?"

You laughed loudly and asked,

"Heh, Kev, you hear that. See any ladies?"

Kev turned slightly and grinning at you and sniggered,

"Can't see any lady, just a dirty little cunt!" You looked at me with an evil grin and ran your hand up between my legs.

"Let's feel if the cunt is wet!"

you snarled and grinned as you heard me gasp as your fingers started probing under my panties. Kev laughed and started glancing in the driving mirror enjoying my reaction as your fingers found the spot and my body started trembling in reaction.

"Fuck, bet that snatch is wet and needs some attention,"

he said.

"It's still nice and fucking tight!"

you countered and gave a snort,

"but then bet it doesn't get much of a workout with that wimp of a bridegroom of yours. You know what Kev?"

Kev looked in the mirror at us and you continued, "the wimp has only been fucking her with a condom!"

Kev gave a laugh of contempt.

"He stopped fucking her bareback so that they can consumate their wedding tonight! And maybe even start a family right from the first day of married life. Isn't that right, bitch?" You laughed, pulling your hand from under my dress and holding my chin tipped my head back so I was looking directly into your eyes. I felt a wave of shame rush through my body and my face grow red and hot in the embarrassment of this revelation.

"That's fucking cute, but how the fuck do you know that?"

Kev began.

"'Cos I had some mates over for a footie match on tv and needed my cunt to entertain us a bit. She had to tell me then or she could have been knocked up. Not that her wimp husband would be much use for that. Well, we were the perfect gentlemen, not blowing I her but giving her a nice facial to help keep her good complexion."

I shuddered as I remember the embarrassment of having to tell you that evening and how you had told them all and how they had laughed. You had made me bring in the beer and then kneel before each one and suck each cock and massage their balls. There had been five altogether and one had ejaculated prematurely in my mouth. I couldn't stop him and you could all see as he grabbed my head and just face fucked me, sending a surprisingly big load spurting into my mouth, making me swallow it, but some still dribbled down my chin You had slapped me and told me off for allowing it, telling me a whore should control herself and not drain the first customer she had. I was so busy sucking and bring beers after that, that I can't remember how long it was before the match was over and you all stood around me in a circle jacking off, calling me a filthy whore who was only good for one thing -- use as a cum bucket! I felt you spurt out first, splashing so thickly over my right eye and cheek and then I couldn't see who was next, but suffice it to say, you all emptied your balls over me groaning and grunting like animals, each spurting over my face and hair. Andrew had been away on business that weekend and I had to stay the night with you. I remembered how after your friends had left, you let me shower and then spent what seemed like half the night fucking me in your bed, fortunately wearing a condom.

I felt a wave of disgust as I remembered our breakfast the next morning and how you had taken the three used condoms from our night of lust and upended them over my bowl of cereal, telling me that I should be grateful you looked after me so well. I almost threw up when you made me lick them out, telling me you liked saving money and they should be recycled! You took a short film of that on your mobile phone saying Kev would enjoy seeing that.

I was suddenly brought back to reality when I felt you lift the necklace and look at it. . "Please be careful!"

I cried out startled.

"I don't want anything to happen to it, it isn't mine."

Kev looked up and smiling said,

"Heh, something old, something new, something borrowed something blue! Guess the bitch likes her tradition!"

I saw your eyes light up as you started looking me over. Your face broke out into an evil grin again as you fingered the necklace lightly musing as you did so.

"Yeah you could be right there mate!"

You looked down at me and suddenly lifted up my skirt revealing the blue panties I had put on that morning.

"As the dress is new the panties are blue. That leaves something old. Well not your body or shoes, so only leaves.."

You took my small purse like bag and looked inside but shook your head.

"Nah, nothing here, so....!"

You looked me over for a time and then as I tried looking away you slapped my face and snarled, "Well, cunt?"

"My bra, "

I blurted out tearfully, afraid that you would leave a red mark on my face that I could not explain away easily at the church. Carefully you slide my dress down revealing my bra and fingered the material.

"Heh, Kev, you know the only problem with old things is, they tend to break!"

I looked at you and suddenly taking hold of each cup in your fingers gave a tremendous tug, snapping the thin connecting strap between them. I let out a shriek as I felt the bra give and break and Kev sniggered from the front as he glimpsed what was happening. I felt tears welling up as I felt you bend me forward and from the back unclip my bra and slip it off me, by yanking at the straps to make it totally unwearable.

"That's better!"

you said softly as my breasts hung over the top of my dress.

"Shouldn't keep tits like those hidden away, love."

Kev ventured from the front. I wiped away my tears saying nothing as you let the window down and threw the tattered garment out, closing it again.

"Heh, Kev, I'd like you to have a special present for driving us to the church and then on to the reception afterwards."

I suddenly felt your hands under my skirt again and tugging down my panties.

"Oh no please you mustn't!"

I sobbed as you tugged them down and over my feet. You tossed them into Kev's lap. He picked them up.

"Nice and warm,"

he smiled appreciatively as he sniffed them, his eyebrows raised in mock surprise.

"Pete, they smell as if they have been taken off a bitch in heat!"

"and needing a good fuck!" You retorted.

"Yeah, by a real man. Guess that wimp husband has a small dick which isn't up to much. Fancy not fucking that for a few weeks! Must be fucking gay or impotent!"

He continued and laughed nastily. I tried to block out the conversation as you talked about me being a hot piece of ass that should be given a good hard fucking every day and how my poor Andy was not a real man, because of this and that. Either you didn't notice or didn't care, but I smoothed down my dress, and carefully adjusted it so that it was not too obvious I was not wearing any underwear. Feeling humiliated and very aware of my nakedness under the dress I looked out miserably at the countryside as it flashed by. It was not long after that the we turned onto a small road and drove up to the old church. Some cars were already parked there and fortunately nobody was getting out, although three guests were heading up the path and going in through the door.

"This way,"

you snapped, getting out of the car and we headed up another little path towards the other end of the building. We arrived at a door and you inserted a big old key into a lock and lifting the latch we went in. The room was quite small, with a table in the middle of the room and two chairs either side. Several dark wooden book cases lined the walls with books on a few shelves, the others empty. On a small table against the wall was a small bunch of flowers in a vase, a small cosmetic type mirror on a stand, mascara and perfume for the bride to add the finishing touches to her toilet before the ceremony.

"The best man thinks of everything!"

Kev grinned as he picked up the bottle of perfume and sniffed it. I saw you close the door behind you and go and lock the door opposite.

"Don't want any interruptions when the bride is preparing for her big moment."

You said slowly turning and walking back.

I suddenly felt a wave of fear flow through my body, my stomach turn and I looked at my watch. "Plenty of time before the bride has to make an appearance,"

you said in a sinister way and came over to me standing before me.

"Guess it is time for the best man to live up to his name and show he is the best man, don't you think, Kev?"

Kev grinned and nodded. I felt your hands on my shoulders as you turned me around and slowly pushed my back to the table. I let out a little cry of surprise as you bent me back over it, my head just inches away from Kev's crotch as he stood on the other side.

I looked up at you realizing what you were about to do and blurted out in surprise,

"O my god, not here!"

I turned and looked at you and then at Kev, realizing I couldn't shout out, couldn't get any help at all as you slowly pushed up my dress again, revealing my naked thighs and womanhood. Kev leaned down and slid his finger up me and nodded in approval.

"Good and tight."

"Yeah, the cunt does exercises to keep it as tight as possible."

I let out a moan as Kev fingered inside me, teasing and coaxing making my body shudder. He wriggled his finger inside me and started stimulating my clitoris with his thumb, making me gasp and writhe. I looked up at you, panting weakly as you put a hand in your trouser pocket and then the other and grinned,

"Oh dear, I don't seem to have a condom. You got one Kev?"

I watched as Kev grinned back and didn't even make a show of looking, just shaking his head and feigning regret.

"Can't help you out there mate. Don't believe in 'em!"

Then I realized my real predicament and froze in fear.

"Peter, oh my god, no! You just can't do that to me not here, not without a condom."

I gasped as Kev pulled his finger from me and rolled my bud between finger and thumb making me moan and writhe as he scraped a finger nail over my hard bud. I heard the rasp of your fly and the fingers vanished only to be replaced with the warm wet hardness of the head of your cock. I turned back looking at you in sheer terror now. "I am not on the pill!"

I sobbed and you just grinned back at me as I heard a second zip being opened and saw a big semi erect cock waving in front of me as Kev slowly started jacking on it in a lazy way,the slit opening a little and oozing out some pre cum.

"That's the way things work out, baby,"

you said in a low voice.

"The best person to fuck the bride to be while she is still single and just before her wedding is the best man. Just think of it as bringing you luck!"

"Yeah, she is a very lucky girl,"

Kev added and as if you had rehearsed you stabbed in unison, your big cock sliding up my aroused pussy my cry stifled by Kev plugging my mouth with his magnificent cock.

"Don't want to disturb the congregation now, do we?"

He almost whispered as he held my head and thrust his hips forward.