by Anya Aurelie
“Take it,” I said. “It’s all yours. I want to walk down the aisle with your cum dripping out of me.”
His cock slid deeper, and I could tell he liked the idea of that. After a few minutes, he pulled out of me and again moved to stand beside me.
“Lick me clean,” he said, and I licked his honey-scented cock, taking it into my mouth until my lips were painted with my own moisture.
“You like the taste of your own cunt?” he asked, and again I nodded in agreement up at him. He grabbed my hair and held me still while he fucked my face, and I cleaned off the last of my pussy juice from his cock. Then he moved back between my legs and pushed back inside my delightfully sore pussy.
My cunt felt so full when he penetrated me, and I never wanted it to stop. Chase reached a hand down between my legs and began rubbing at my swollen clit while he fucked me, and a moment later my breath was catching in my throat as my body started in on the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had. The waves of pleasure wracked my whole body, emanating outward from his cock, and I gave myself over to him completely.
“Oh Chase, fuck me, fuck me!” I yelled, just like in my fantasies. “You’re making me come!”
My pussy clenched at him as it spasmed, and it seemed that it was too much for Chase. “Oh god, I’m going to come too,” he said, and I felt him start to pull out of me.
“No!” I yelped, both because I wasn’t finished coming and I couldn’t bare to release his cock from my pussy yet, and also because I wanted to feel the power of his orgasm inside of me, wanted to feel his spurting his hot cum deep into my virgin pussy. “Fill me up.”
And he did. As my orgasm died down, Chase began to pulse inside of me, and then released his stream of cum. I loved the feeling of it, loved the wetness of him pouring into my unprotected hole, and I wanted every drop inside of me.
“Yes!” I moaned. “Give it all to me. Fill my virgin cunt with your cum.”
He groaned as the last throbs of semen poured out of him and into me, and then finally pulled out. I felt a gush of cum leaving my pussy and dripping down over my asshole. He stared at my gaping hole filled with his cum as he caught his breath, and then he smoothed the layers of fabric of my huge skirt back over my legs and helped me up. As I stood, another rivulet of cum dripped out of me. Chase was already pulling his pants back on.
“I’ll keep these,” he said, holding up my discarded panties and giving me a wink. He stuffed them into his jeans pocket, and I watched his muscular back as he leaned over to pick up his shirt.
I glanced around the room and saw the clock. “Shit!” I said. “I have to get back to the hotel. My wedding is going to start soon!”
Chase lazily pulled his shirt on and then pulled me close for a kiss. “I’ll see you at the church,” he said.
I blushed. “See you soon,” I said. I waved a quick goodbye at the other players as I raced through the living room and out the front door. They had surely wondered where the two of us had disappeared to, and I hoped they hadn’t guessed correctly.
But even if they had, I didn’t really care. All that mattered to me in that moment was that my aching pussy was full of Chase Kilroy’s cum. All that mattered was that he’d taken my virginity, popped my cherry, and filled me up with his semen.
And that I was about to get married, of course. That was important too.
I raced back to the hotel and found Kaylie and the hair and makeup artists, who had finally made it. My mom was back now too, and all four of them looked shocked when I ran in. I guessed with a guilty twinge that they’d been frantically searching for me, and a glance at my cell phone confirmed this. Nine missed calls. Shit.
I glanced down at myself, hoping my hair wasn’t too much of a mess, and quickly covered with my hand the now light pink splotch on my wedding dress where the cocktail had spilled on me.
“I’m so sorry,” I said. “But I’m ready now. I’m ready to get married.”
#2: Taken by the Tight Ends
Here it is, I thought, my heart fluttering nervously. The moment I’ve been waiting for my whole life.
I began my walk down the aisle on my father’s arm toward Johnny, the man I was about to marry, and I felt a drip of cum make its way out of my wet hole and begin its descent down my leg.
Chase’s cum. The brother of the man I was about to promise a lifetime commitment to had cum inside of my tight virgin cunt only an hour earlier. I had been saving myself for marriage for so long, and just a few minutes with Chase had persuaded me to throw it all away and open my legs wide. He had spread my virgin pussy wide open and plunged his unprotected cock deep inside until he had filled me with his cream — and I didn’t regret a single moment of it.
I was so glad my cum-covered thighs were hidden by my wedding dress, and so glad the dress went all the way down to the floor.
But this is it, I thought. That was a one-time thing, and now I know what it’s like to fuck someone else and I can remain committed to my husband without always wondering what other cocks are like.
My father and I stopped at the altar right as the music ended, and I stared at Johnny. He looked beautiful in his tuxedo, but I couldn’t help but sneak a quick glance at Chase, his best man, standing beside him just a few inches taller, chest a few inches wider.
He winked at me with a broad smile on his face, and I felt my pussy begin to get wet all over again.
“Dearly beloved,” began the minister, “we are gathered here to today to join Holly Masterson and Jonathan Kilroy in holy matrimony….”
My eyes roamed over the other groomsmen, all also professional football players on the Cougars team. These men had been something like my coworkers for the five years I’d worked as a professional cheerleader for the team, and I’d lusted after them all at some point in my career. I could’ve had them too, I knew, but I’d given up the opportunities over and over in my quest to stay virtuous for my husband-to-be, once I finally met him.
Well, I’d met him all right, and after all those years of not fucking anyone, I’d given to someone else the same day as my wedding.
I should feel guilty, I knew, but what I actually felt as I stood there in front of the altar, the minister reading his sermon to all my friends and family, with Johnny and Chase and several of the others up there with me and most of the rest of the team in the crowd — what I actually felt at that moment was not guilt at all.
I felt horny.
Fucking Chase had stirred up an insatiable lust in me that only moments earlier I’d thought I could contain now that I’d indulged it once. But now I saw that giving in had only broken the seal, started the cascade, and my lust for these men was stronger than ever.
I gulped. I could feel Chase’s eyes on my body as well as those of Steve and Devon, in particular. Steve and Devon were both tight ends. They were both known within the team for sleeping around, and both had tried to get into my panties more than once over the years. I’d had more than a few fantasies about them when my mind wasn’t on Chase, and now they were examining my curves in my wedding dress as though undressing me with their eyes.
I mentally undressed them too, envisioning their broad, muscular chests and wondering how big their cocks were.
Suddenly I snapped back to attention when I heard Johnny say, “I do.”
The minister turned to me and asked, “And do you, Holly, take Johnny to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, until death do you part?”
Forsaking all others. I glanced around at the line of men behind Johnny, all those broad chests and all that muscle and testosterone, all those huge cocks, and said, “I do.”
Even as I said it, I wondered if it was the truth.
Somehow, I made it through the ceremony, and then everyone headed out for the reception venue, the hotel where I’d gotten ready to go that afternoon.
“We did it!” Johnny said to me. “We’re
married!” I smiled at him, trying to feel the excitement he had plastered all over his face.
When we got to the hotel, the photographer took photos of us on our own and with the wedding party. I couldn’t wait to get away from the football players and mingle with the rest of my guests — to try to get my mind off my lust until I was away from the guys from the team.
You just have to make it until tomorrow, I told myself. The next day was when Johnny and I were leaving on our honeymoon, and after that I was moving across the country into Johnny’s massive house. I wasn’t even sure I’d see any of the guys again, aside from watching their games on TV, and at the moment, with my heart full of lust — not to mention my pussy — that seemed like a good thing.
Finally, the photos were over, and Johnny and Chase immediately swept away by a great aunt they hadn’t seen in years. Based on the backs of their nodding heads, it looked like she was a talker, and I was grateful she cared more about catching up with her grand-nephews than meeting me.
I strode across the well-manicured lawn toward the ballroom where my guests were having cocktail hour, but Steve and Devon, the two groomsmen and football players who’d been looking me up and down most obviously, caught me before I’d made it very far.
“Hey Holly,” Devon said with a twinkle in his eye. Both the guys were huge, at least six-five, and even though their tuxedos it was obvious how well-built their bodies were. Devon was black, slim with rippling muscles in his arms, and a couple of inches taller than Steve, the brown-haired, green-eyed man with a square jaw and close-cut hair.
“Hey Devon, what’s up?” I asked.
Steve looked me up and down. “What were you doing with Chase in the guest room earlier?” he asked.
“Oh, I…” I faltered, caught off-guard. I’d known that some of the guys probably would’ve noticed us disappearing, but I hoped they’d assume we were just talking. We were about to become family, after all.
Based on the look on Steve’s face, it was clear that Steve and Devon didn’t think Chase and I had been talking.
Still, I tried. “He had some stuff he wanted to tell me,” I said, trying to brush off the implied accusation.
“Oh yeah?” asked Devon. “With his cock?”
The two snorted with laughter. “What are you talking about?” I asked, still trying to feign ignorance.
“We heard some odd sounds coming out of that room,” Devon said. “It didn’t sound like talking.”
“Unless you count ‘Fuck me, Chase,’ as having a nice, friendly conversation,” Steve added.
Shit. Shit shit shit. I must’ve had a look of horror on my face because Devon patted my back. “Don’t worry,” he said. “We won’t tell Johnny.”
I relaxed, letting out a sigh of relief. I was mentally kicking myself for not being more careful with Chase.
“…At least, we won’t tell him if you do to us everything you did to Chase earlier,” he continued.
I froze. “What?” I asked. I looked from one face to the other. My pussy pulsed out its acceptance of their proposal, but my brain wasn’t so sure.
“I’ve seen how you look at us,” Steve said. “You obviously want us. And we’d do good things to you.” He leaned down whispered the last line in my ear, his breath tickling my skin. “Really good things.”
I felt my nipples hardening, but I pulled away from him, which took all my willpower. “I can’t,” I said. “I just got married.”
“No problem,” Steve said. “I’ll just do a little improvised speech when it’s time for toasts.”
“You wouldn’t,” I said. I stared up at him.
“I would.” I wasn’t sure whether he was bluffing, but I couldn’t risk it. And I wanted them so badly….
“There’s no time, anyway,” I told them. “Johnny and I leave in the morning for Cozumel.”
“Then we won’t be able to wait until the morning, now will we?” Devon chimed in, looking steadily down at me.
“But when —” I persisted, when he cut me off.
“Right now,” Devon said in a firm, low voice that I found unbelievably sexy. “Before you go back to your guests. You just tell them you were doing a few more photos. Or you were catching up with an old friend. Or…you tell them whatever you want. But we’re doing this right now.”
I shivered. My pussy clenched, begging to be filled.
“Okay,” I said simply.
I led them around the back of the hotel, where my guests wouldn’t spot us. My heart pounded. Was I really doing this? Was I really cheating on my husband for the second time that day, immediately after getting married? Was I really going to allow my near-virginal cunt to be filled by two men at once, neither of whom was my unsuspecting husband?
I put my concerns out of my mind and led Steve and Devon into the elevator and up to the honeymoon suite where Johnny and I were staying. I’d been there earlier in the day, when I’d heard the Cougars on the radio winning the game that sent them to the playoffs, but Johnny hadn’t been up to the room yet.
What could I do? I told myself. They’d tell Johnny if I didn’t let them fuck me. They’d tell everyone. Right in the middle of my wedding.
And, whispered a little voice inside my head, you want them.
Shut up, shut up! I told the voice, as Devon shoved me down on the bed and Steve began ravishing my mouth with his soft lips.
“How many of the players have you fucked?” Devon asked.
“Just Chase,” I whispered. “He’s the only person I’ve ever fucked.”
Steve pulled back and looked at me in shock. “You were a virgin?” he asked. “Until today?”
“Yes,” I said, my eyes darting around his face to try to determine whether he thought I was a horrible person.
Instead, I saw the bulge in his pants grow, and he rearranged himself to give his hardening cock more room. “So you’re practically still a virgin,” he said, almost to himself. “I’m going to fuck a virgin. Right after she got married.” The thought obviously turned him on. He reached up to rub my breasts through the wedding dress.
“Is your pussy ready for us, virgin?” Devon asked, and as though on command my pussy throbbed in anticipation. I could tell I was unbelievably wet.
“I want to come deep inside your virgin cunt,” he told me, and I spread my legs open without even meaning to.
“All those times I tried to get you to fuck me at parties,” he continued, “I never knew you were saving yourself for marriage. Or at least for Chase,” he added with a smirk. “You were always the sexiest of all the cheerleaders. I wanted to strip that tight little cheerleader uniform right off you and shove my cock into your mouth.” As he spoke, he was unbuckling his belt, and a moment later his fat, dark cock appeared. He stroked it, staring at me, still not touching me.
I’d thought Chase was huge, but Devon was enormous. I wasn’t sure how I’d even fit his cock into my tight hole, and was grateful that Chase had started stretching it out for me earlier.
“Open up,” Devon told me, and that massive beast came toward me. I was lying on my back on the bed with Steve beside me still stroking my breasts, and I opened my mouth obediently as Devon slipped his cock inside it. He felt huge in my mouth, and I watched his dark body move toward me and away from me as his thrust in and out of my near-virgin mouth.
“How do you like that, you little slut?” Devon asked, and all I could do was nod around his cock.
Steve stood up and began unbuckling his own belt, taking in the scene in front of him: huge black tight end fucking the mouth of a young bride all in white.