The Wedding

I gagged as Kev slid his cock down into my throat. I had had enough training from Peter in the last few months to be able to take it now without too much difficulty, but the setting disgusted me, in a small back room in the church and just before my wedding! Kev held my head in his hands and tipped it back so that I was looking up at him through my tears. He grinned down at me and spat, a gob of his spit landing on my forehead, so appropriately showing how the two men using me saw me, as nothing but a cum dump for their pleasure. He sneered, revealing fine teeth and took a finger and gently rubbed the spit over my forehead as if telling me that although he might not have access to my womanhood, he was still going to brand me in his way. Even worse for me was the fact that I could feel you behind me, my wedding dress pushed up and that big cock of yours at the gateway to my womanhood. The bastard, I thought, you knew full well I was not on the pill, as my future husband and I had been planning to start our married life by creating our own family. Little did my Andrew know that his best man, the man who had ingratiated himself into his life, was enjoying his bride to be behind his back and had even been whoring her out before the wedding! I was only relieved he had insisted on my "clients" wearing protection!

I mumbled and spluttered trying to protest as I was so scared someone might have a key and manage to get in. I froze in horror as I felt you rub the tip of your hard cock against my pussy and tease my bud, rubbing it and pressing the head of your cock against it. I tried to shout out, as I could tell you were wearing no condom and your cock was already wet and leaking in your excitement. I stupidly took in a breath to speak but chocked on the cock in my mouth, spluttering, sending a few flecks of saliva flying onto Kev's dark trousers. He grabbed my hair and tipped back my head again, looking down at me and shaking his head sadly, mocking me.

"Haven't you been taught not to speak with your mouth full, slut?"

I squirmed, somehow trying to escape, but knowing there was none and Kev smiled as he saw his friend slowly ease his cock into me, and thrust with his hips forward with a sharp jab, making me squeal and buck in horror at being fucked bareback without any protection whatsoever. My mind was racing, surely he would just pull out when he was close and then humiliate me by ejaculating over my backside.

The small wooden table on which I had been bent over rocked and creaked a little as you slammed into me, holding my hips and thrusting your big cock in and out of me. I gripped the sides of the table tightly. It hurt still as I was keeping myself as tight down there as I possibly could with special exercises, as I know you enjoyed spearing me and liked "a nice juicy tight cunt" as you put it.

"Bet Andrew doesn't give you a porking like this, eh?"

you almost groaned in my ear as you bent over and kissed the back of my neck. I felt a sudden hard smack on my buttocks and a curse from you.

"Lift up your arse, you stupid whore. I want good access to that cunt of yours."

I tried pushing my backside up and felt you hold my hips and drive down into me further accompanied by a gasp of pleasure from you.

"Fucking better, you slut!"

You turned to Kev and with a sneer on your face added,

"You may have lost your blue knickers, but I will make sure you are a bit blue down there."

And with that you slammed violently into me making me scream as your pelvic bone came into contact with me, hitting my body hard and hurting me with the force of impact. Again and again you did it, holding my hips and hauling me back violently onto your rutting cock, forcing it up deep into me, uncaring for the discomfort and pain I was in, even enjoying my moans and sobs, muffled as they were by the slobbering on Kev's cock as it worked my mouth.

"Fuck, Pete,"

Kev grunted,

"You mean to say that from tonight and from now on that stupid wimp is getting this piece of fuck meat to enjoy?"

You looked at him and saw his eyes roll in ecstasy as he pushed to and fro in my face, the slurping slobbering sucking making your own cock twitch and tingle in pleasure.

You grinned and looked down at my back and at your cock as it ploughed in and out of my pussy, wetly glistening in our pre cum, your balls hot and heavy swaying and slapping against my body.

"Wait and see, Kev,"

you smirked, panting at the exertion, continuing,

"fucking wimp boy's weener will probably be too tired after the excitement of his wedding today!"

You gave an evil laugh and ground against my body, pushing me forward as I tried to understand what you meant by that, but uncomfortably pushing my face right up into Kev's sweaty crotch, his wiry pubic hairs scratching my nose, his cock distending my throat, which fought to expel the intruder and only succeeded in massaging it, causing him to stifle a moan of delight.

You slapped my arse again hard and painfully, as you eased your cock from my hole and slammed back in, seeing in delight my body tensing, as you two men shunted it to and fro between you. You sneered in delight as you saw me shudder, my body shaking, shivering as it told you of my approaching orgasm, then a wail, muffled and long as I climaxed. I almost blacked out as my whole body seemed to flow out of me, my mind just feeling my womanhood excited and ravished by my master's manhood. Sobbing wildly, my juices flowing down over his rutting cock as Kev also reached his climax and holding my head, started spasming in my mouth his cock suddenly twitching and swelling, sending a thick creamy load spurting down my throat. He pulled back and started jacking in it as he squirted another heavy rope of cum over my tongue, splattering against the back of my mouth, followed by another.

"Swallow, bitch,"

he croaked, his eyes shut as his face screwed up as if in pain. His mouth open, teeth clenched, cumming hard. You looked on amused as your best friend's face relaxed and he slowly opened his eyes, his breath short sharp but slowing.

"Fuck that was good!"

he gasped, grinning at you, slowly pulling his cock from my mouth and looking down at me, ordering me to clean him up. A dribble of cum slowly started running down my chin as I slowly lapped weakly at Kev's slowly deflating cock, all the time being fucked by you, the table rocking and skidding sometimes on the floor. I could not hold his cock as I needed both hands to steady myself by holding the table, but Kev held it and made me lick around the head and down the shaft, until all that could be seen was a wet cock, glistening with my saliva.

Suddenly a knock at the door startled us and the latch lifted, but unable to get in the person on the other side called out,

"Alright, darling?"

a female voice called out. I felt a wave of cold terror course through my body and then felt your breath hot in my ear as you whispered to me to call out I would be ready in a minute.

"Fine thanks, Mum,"

I gasped, desperately trying to steady my breathing,

"just going to finish getting ready now,"

I stifled a groan as a wave of pleasure ran through my body as you continued to fuck me. I was terrified that the sweaty slap, slap of our rutting bodies would be audible to anyone behind the door!

"I will open the door in a minute,"

I fought hard to keep my breathless voice as normal as possible,

"when I am ready."

I continued,

"I want to surprise you all."

"We'll fucking make sure of that, cunt!"

Kev sniggered and stuck a finger in my mouth and I closed my lips around it suckling on it, fighting to control myself and not scream at all..

"Better get a move on then slut,"

I heard you snort as you grunted and ground hard into me.

"Here's my wedding gift, bitch, a nice load of cum from a real man's cock -- and maybe even a little Peter in nine months."

I almost screamed as I felt you stab up into me hard and hold your cock hard in me, pushing, twitching as I felt a warm wet load spurt into me, filling me, flooding me. I heard you moan and pump, emptying another heavy wave of cum into me, squirting and humping, enjoying my defencelessness. You collapsed over me, the table creaking and causing Kev to raise his eyebrows in concern in case it collapsed under us. You stayed there for a minute, enjoying the tight wetness of your conquest before pulling out and hurriedly standing in front of me so that you could be cleaned up in your turn.

But you had not done with me yet. Before making me lick off your cock you quickly opened a little blue box in which nestled the lovely wedding ring which my future husband was to place on my finger. Holding it right in front of my eyes you proceeded to stroke your cock and milk out a dollop of sperm which dripped down over the golden ring and formed a pool in hollow, where it lay, coating the ring in a creamy mess. I stupidly opened my mouth to protest at this and you stuffed your cock in, telling me to get a fuck on and clean you up as you had to get out to Andrew.

I lapped on the head and was made to slurp up the creamy deposit before licking down the shaft and making sure your manhood was glistening in my saliva.

Quickly zipping up, you beckoned to Kev to follow you and you both left the way we had come in, leaving me to clean up as best I could. I slowly stood up holding my dress up so that it would not get into contact with the sperm which was already oozing from my wet gash. I shuddered to think that I was no longer protected and that actually my most fertile time was due around the wedding. I wondered if there was any chance of getting to a chemists and getting that pill for the day after or whatever it was. I had no idea about it but had heard something like that was on the market. I fought down a wave of panic and looked around for something to clean myself. I cursed as you had only left one single paper tissue lying on the small "make-up" table and I knew looking at myself in the mirror that my make up would have to take priority. I couldn't go down the aisle looking like this!

I spat on the paper tissue and did my best to repair the smudged mascara and put on some fresh and some eye make up covering the tears and havoc wrought earlier. I don't know how I did it but looking at myself in the little mirror I had done a reasonable job but not perfect. I looked at the grimy tissue and was just about to wipe between my legs when another knock at the door, this time more urgent, made me go over and unlock it, opening it just wanting to say hang on I will be ready in a minute, but I was being fetched and didn't have any more time to clean up. Feeling so uncomfortable and sticky between my legs I hoped that nobody would get too close to me to smell my breath and that the sperm would not soak through the dress in any way. I would have to hold my breath when I kissed my husband and just hope that he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. I heard the wedding march start and I was slowly lead down to the altar and to my awaiting new husband.

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