by Anya Aurelie
Steve’s cock sprang free then too, and he stroked it with one hand while he watched us. I gagged on Devon’s cock and he pulled it out of my mouth, then grabbed me by the back of my head and began fucking my face again, faster and harder this time. He was using me like a true slut, and I loved it. This was how I’d always wanted to be touched, and I knew Johnny would never do it. Although my new husband had never touched me like this, he was always so gentle with his touch, so I knew that when we did have sex, it would be loving and soft.
I wanted to be used and manhandled roughly, and Devon knew how to do it. So did Steve, as it turned out. Still stroking his cock, he moved forward and dove into the skirt of my dress, moving aside layer after layer of tulle and silk as Chase had done only so recently.
Steve, though, found me without underwear, as Chase had kept them as a souvenir of our time together. I heard the sharp intake of his breath as he looked at my naked cunt beneath my wedding dress, and then he snapped the suspenders of my garter belt and I felt my stockings slump.
Steve slapped my inner thighs a few times, getting dangerously close to my exposed pussy without touching it.
“You want me to fuck your virgin cunt?” he asked.
“Yes,” I groaned. “Please. I want it.”
Devon pulled his thick cock out of my mouth and slapped it against my chest a few times, then slid it between my breasts beneath the sweetheart neckline of my wedding dress, as Chase had done earlier. I thought of how many hours it had taken me to find the perfect dress. I never could’ve expected that it would be Chase, Devon, and Steve who would fuck me in it before my own husband.
But I didn’t care. It was true what I’d said: I wanted it. I wanted it bad.
Devon put his cock back into my mouth and returned to thrusting into me, while Steve reached out a gentle finger and rubbed the engorged, slick nub of my clit with one finger. I moaned. It felt so good.
Then he slid the finger into me, and my sore cunt accepted him gratefully. I began moving my hips, trying to get his finger onto just the right spots inside of me. He leaned down and touched my pussy with the very tip of his tongue. I thought of Chase’s cum still inside of me, and wondered if Steve could taste it.
I spread my legs open wider as he continued to lick me, reaching deep inside with his finger as his warm tongue bathed my pussy, getting it wetter still. I wanted to open myself up to him entirely. While Steve licked me, Devon reached into my dress and squeezed my breasts with both hands, my lips still stretched around his cock. This was so, so wrong, but I felt so, so powerless to stop it.
More to the point, I desperately didn’t want to stop it. I loved feeling the thick cock in my mouth, loved the feel of it against my tongue, loved the way he shoved it down my throat. I loved the feel of Steve’s tongue against my pussy lips, and remembered seeing him running out on the field, wondered how many times I’d fantasized about this very moment.
The only difference was, although I’d fantasized about taking more than one of the football players at the same time, this was real. I never could’ve expected how incredible sex actually felt, and I wanted to open my body up to them further than it had ever opened.
Steve pulled away from my pussy and stood next to Devon on the bed. I kept my legs spread wide open, the skirt of my wedding dress up around my hips and my cunt exposed to the cool air in the room. Steve pushed his cock into my mouth, pushing Devon out at first. Then Devon pushed his cock back in alongside Steve, and I was sucking them both at once, Devon’s black cock alongside Steve’s almost as large tan one.
So many women had fantasized about this. I wondered how many, across the country. I bet that none of them expected that these two men actually shared women, but I knew. I’d seen them disappear behind closed doors with one or more women together in the past, sometimes even my fellow cheerleaders still in their uniforms. I thought of how horny it had made me to watch them, knowing that I could be one of those girls, if only I’d allowed myself to.
I remembered going into the bathroom at one of those parties, while I knew that Steve and Devon were fucking a cheerleader together, and I remembered pushing my panties aside beneath my uniform and rubbing my wet slit until I’d come, imagining them coming together inside of me, filling my mouth and my pussy with their hot cum.
And now it was happening. I wanted their cum all over me, inside of me, covering me. I wanted to drink it and rub it into my skin and feel it slipping down my leg the same way I’d felt Chase’s cum slipping down my leg while I walked down the aisle.
The two cocks vied for attention inside my mouth, and I licked and sucked them both as best I could, trying to give them equal attention. It was overwhelming, having the two inside my mouth at once, though it felt amazing. Eventually Devon moved away from my mouth, and my cunt tingled in anticipation, knowing what was coming.
He positioned himself between my legs, and I waited. I couldn’t see what he was doing through all the layers of fabric, and so I pushed the skirt of my wedding dress aside to watch him. Devon lined his hard black cock up against my pussy, and I felt him rubbing it on my delicate skin. I was so wet, I knew he would slip right in despite his size. I almost felt like I was about to explode without him even penetrating me.
He didn’t keep me waiting for long. Devon pushed into my pussy, little by little, waiting for it to open up to him before continuing. It was so tight. He could hardly fit. I moaned.
“Oh god, Devon, that feels so good!” I wailed, pushing Steve’s cock out of my mouth for a moment to say it, then letting it back in. He rubbed my breasts while Devon continued to work his way inside of me.
He seemed to catch a couple of inches in, and I wondered whether Chase hadn’t succeeded in tearing my hymen all the way. Was a part of it still intact?
Indeed, a moment later I felt my pussy giving way as Devon made a final thrust and penetrated me fully, and the jolt of pain shot through my body before being replaced fully by pleasure.
“Oh,” he grunted. “Holly, I did just take your virginity. Chase may have started, but I finished it. Your cunt is mine.”
I moaned again at the thought of this enormous tight end fucking my virgin cunt until it was all the way open to him. He began to move in and out of me, the friction incredible. I loved the feel of him inside of me with no protection, nothing between my pussy and his cock, while Steve continued to thrust into my mouth. I felt so opened up to them both, and I struggled to push my legs open wide to accept Devon even deeper, and to let Steve push even further down my throat.
After a few minutes, Steve moved away from my mouth and joined Devon at the end of the bed. Devon pulled his thick cock out of me, and I saw that it was slick with my juices. Then Steve pushed inside of me, drawing moisture up from my hole to lubricate his cock as he pushed. It felt incredible, different from Devon’s, and it hit different spots inside of me too. I never wanted this moment to end, never wanted to return to my wedding still taking place without me downstairs at this very moment.
If Johnny wanted a virgin bride, he was getting a slut instead. I wasn’t sure I could ever be satisfied with him, not after this. I thirsted for cock, I needed it, and the bigger the better, the harder it pounded me the better. I realized I didn’t even know what Johnny’s cock looked like, though if it was anything like his brother’s it would be big enough to satisfy me. I just didn’t know if he would use it on me the way I needed.
While these doubts flew through my mind, Steve continued to pound my cunt, and Devon began wiping his dripping cock off on me, first on my legs and then on my arms, then on my wedding dress itself and all over my breasts. Finally, he shoved the beast into my mouth once again, and I licked him clean, sucked all my juices off of him.
The dirtiness of it all was too much. As I sucked Devon’s cock once again to clean myself off of him, as Steve thrust in and out of my sore pussy, spreading my legs wide with both hands, my cunt began to convulse. Slowly at first and then gathering speed, my pussy throbbed and clenched on
his cock, and soon I was belting out an orgasm that made the whole world disappear. In that moment, I didn’t care if all of my wedding guests and Johnny himself heard me screaming out my orgasm, it was that good. Everything else was gone.
I thrashed around on the bed as Devon tried to hold me down and fuck my face, and the feeling of his thick cock in my throat only made me come harder. Steve quickened his pace and began to rub my clit with one finger as he continued to pound into me, and all the blood in my body felt like it was rushing to my pussy to throb along to my orgasm. The feeling was incredible, and I let it sweep me up and whoosh me away from that room, from that hotel, from that world.
Finally, I felt myself returning to earth as the feeling in my pussy began to subside. Steve was fucking me more slowly as I came down from the orgasm, and Devon was still holding my head tight.
Steve pulled out then and they switched places one last time, with Devon now positioning himself between my legs. The huge man towered over me as he thrust into my body, stretching my pussy wide around his cock with every stroke. Steve stood over me and stroked his own cock, and I reached up to try to grab it with my mouth. He pulled away and out of my reach, then once I lay back down he let me have it, shoving it deep into my mouth.
As I continued to suck Steve’s cock, Devon pulled out of me and licked my pussy for a minute, then eased himself back in.
His breathing got shallower and his thrusts got more fierce. I loved every second of it.
“Holly,” he finally panted, “I’m going to come.”
“Fill me up,” I begged. “I want your cum inside of me.” For a moment he seemed to hesitate and I thought he was going to pull out of me, but then he seemed to have missed the point of no return and pushed even deep inside of my tight hole. His face contorted in pleasure and I felt his huge cock throb as he poured the first wave of his cum into my unprotected pussy.
“Oh,” I groaned, “yes, yes, please, Devon, fill me up with your cum.” I felt the massive member continue to pulse inside of me, and I knew that he was going to empty every last drop deep inside of me. It felt amazing. I wished I could have this every day. I wanted him to gape my pussy with his enormous black cock, fill me with his cream, and not pull out until there was nothing left.
Steve, watching him, seemed to react to Devon’s pleasure, and soon I felt his cock tense as well. He moaned. “I’m going to come too,” he said, and a moment later I felt the first spurt of his hot cum trickle down my throat. He pulled his cock out of my mouth then and spurted the next stream on the exposed part of my breasts, some of his cum spraying onto my wedding dress as well.
Devon had finished by then and now pulled out of my sore pussy, and Steve, still throbbing as the jizz sprayed out of him, rushed to take his place. He thrust into me for the last few spurts, and I felt his cum land deep inside my married, near-virginal pussy.
“Yes, give me every drop!” I said, and the huge man began to pant as the last of the semen flew out of him. Finally having expended himself, he pulled out of me, and I felt the mixture of the three men’s cum drip out of my sore hole as I slowly moved my legs back together.
I sat up, my head spinning. I felt lightheaded and fully used up. And wonderful. I loved being a slut to these athletic gods, and wished I could be their whore every single day.
“Glad you took our deal,” Devon said with a grin, and it took me a minute to remember what he was talking about. Right, the blackmail. The reason I’d fucked them had ostensibly been so that they wouldn’t tell everyone at my wedding that I’d fucked my new brother-in-law.
And speaking of which…the wedding.
“I have to get back!” I said, suddenly worried. I stood up and almost fell over. My body had been used so hard and my blood had been so centered on my pussy that it took a moment for my system to regain control over itself.
“That was fun,” I whispered, smoothing my wedding dress back into place and refastening my garter belt.
“See you downstairs,” Steve said with a wink, and squeezed my breast fondly before the two of them left. I went into the bathroom to check my appearance before heading back to the wedding, and was glad I did. I had two big drizzles of cum on the front of my wedding dress, right over my breasts.
I giggled and grabbed a towel. This dress had certainly taken a beating. Much like my poor pussy, I thought with a smile. I leaned over and searched for the pink stain I’d made earlier from the cocktail, the stain that had led me to fucking Chase at the post-game party that afternoon. Yep, there it was, still obvious against the stark white of the dress.
I wiped as much of the cum off my dress as I could and called it good enough. The sun was already starting to go down, and soon it would be too dark and everyone would be too drunk to notice a few little stains on my dress. And I didn’t mind a bit having evidence of my flings. I should’ve minded, I thought, but instead I found it sexy. I liked the reminder of my having gotten pounded hard on my wedding day by men who were forbidden to me.
I fixed my hair, smoothed my hands over my dress one last time, and headed back downstairs to rejoin my wedding.
“Where have you been?” hissed Johnny as I approached the doors to the ballroom. “They were supposed to announce us as Mr. and Mrs. Kilroy twenty minutes ago!”
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I said. I had totally forgotten that that was part of the reception. I ad-libbed, “I got something on my dress, and I had to try to clean up….”
“Okay, it doesn’t matter,” Johnny said, waving a hand dismissively. “You’re here now.” He linked an arm through mine, nodded to our wedding planner, who was rushing up to us anxiously, and we got in place behind the doors to the ballroom.
Cum began dripping down my leg, as it had during the ceremony. I smiled to myself, then prepared for our entrance.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” said a voice over a loudspeaker, “I am now proud to present you with…Mr. Johnny Kilroy and Mrs. Holly Masterson Kilroy!” We entered the room, and I looked around at all my guests, immediately spotting Chase, Steve, and Devon. No one but those three knew how many cocks had pounded my pussy and my mouth today.
I liked my little secret.
#3: Too Tight for the Team
When Johnny looked at me, I could tell he wanted me. I stared straight into his eyes as I unbuttoned the top button of his tuxedo pants. I pulled the zipper down one tooth at a time, knowing it would drive him crazy. I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on my new husband’s cock, couldn’t wait to feel it inside of me, stretching me out.
I may have lost my virginity earlier that day to men who were not my husband, but I still hadn’t gotten enough. I wanted more cock.
The wedding was over, and we were back up in our honeymoon suite, finally ready to consummate our marriage. Johnny had no idea that my pussy was dripping with the cum of three men, including his brother. But he didn’t need to know that. All he needed to know was that I was still horny, almost trembling with anticipation.
I got on my knees in front of him, and gently reached inside his boxers.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Oh Holly, I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.”
For the very first time, I touched the hard cock I’d been dreaming about for all these months. I pulled it out between the flap in the front of his boxers. It was smaller than the other three I’d seen earlier that day, smaller than his own brother’s. I tried to put the thought out of my mind.
I leaned in close, my breath grazing his hard cock. He shivered and I felt his body move wordlessly toward mine. I reached out the tip of my tongue to touch him, my new husband, for the very first time.
Johnny groaned and pushed his cock into my mouth, and I took him in, allowing him to plunge the rock-hard member down my throat. I could feel my pussy getting wet with anticipation at what was to come, and I couldn’t wait for him to spread me open and fuck me.
He touched the back of my head delicately. I wanted him to grab me by the hair and shove me onto his cock.
I wanted him to use my mouth like a cunt. But he just ran his fingers through my hair, and I licked and sucked him, wishing he would take me hard the way his brother had this afternoon and the way the two tight ends on the team had during our wedding reception, when we had slipped away upstairs to this very bed.