My Wedding Night, a short story by Mystery Writer. Date added: 2006-09-09. Times viewed: 52430.

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Intro: My new husband was fast asleeep but marraige still started with a bang. (slutwife)

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"I LOVE YOU!" My husband, of 9 hours, slurred, as he proceeded to
drunkenly slide down the hotel sofa, and fall asleep. My wedding day
had been everything that I had ever wished for; it was my 19th
birthday, the weather was warm and dry, my dress made me feel like a
princess, and the flowers in the church looked absolutely wonderful.
Pete's dad, Roger, said, "we'll take him to bed, for you." "Keith,
grab an arm!" he shouted to his brother. They then dragged my husband
through the hotel lounge, leaving me to say goodnight, and apologise,
to the last few of our guests. Pete had been drinking since breakfast,
and the champagne, wine and beer had finally taken its toll. When he
was this drunk, Peter, would sleep like a baby, until 10 or 11 o'clock
in the morning.

"Where do you want him?" Roger asked, as the four of us, entered the
bridal suite. "On the bed, I suppose," I replied. After they had,
unceremoniously, dropped him onto the bed, Keith asked, "should I
undress him?" "I suppose so." I replied.

Roger was divorced from Peters' mum. Leaving Peter to be brought up by
his domineering mother, Linda. Peters' dad and uncle are both six feet
tall, with rugged good looks. Peter looks more, like his mother, small,
thin and very pretty. I was sitting on the sofa, feeling very sorry for
myself, when Roger said, smiling, "I'm sorry, my dear, but, you're
going to be disappointed, on your wedding night." He handed me a glass
of champagne, from our bottle, next to the bed. "Looking at the size of
this cock, she's going to be disappointed every night!" Keith shouted,
as he undressed his nephew. "Jesus Christ! My balls are bigger than
that!" Roger laughed, as he bent over the bed for a closer look, at his
son's private parts. Keith was; now, flicking Peters cock, from side to
side, with his middle finger. I chuckled at the sight. "I hope that
he's good with his tongue, 'cos a little thing like that won't satisfy
a beautiful girl like you." Roger said, looking me straight in the eye,
smiling. Shrugging my shoulders, I asked, "What do you mean?" "You
know..." and he wiggled his tongue. "Oh, my God no!" I gasped, and held
my hand up to my face to hide my embarrassment. By now Roger was
sitting next to me. "You mean he's never tasted your nectar, and made
you scream like a banshee?" he quizzed me. I shook my head, as I gulped
down a mouthful of champagne. "Never?" Again I shook my head. "I don't
believe it," he addressed Keith, "If he doesn't go down, on a gorgeous
young girl like this, and that's all he has," pointing to Peters sad
little cock, " she'll be fucking anything that moves, before
Christmas."

Turning to me, he whispered, "Next, you'll be telling us that he's the
only man that you've ever been fucked by." I couldn't believe what I
was hearing, and was beginning to feel very uncomfortable, as I took
another gulp of champagne. I nodded. "You don't think that all men are
that size, do you?" They both laughed. Beginning to relax, I shrugged
my shoulders. It was true, Peter was my first real boyfriend, I had met
him four years previously, when I was 15 and he was 19. We had, had
sex a few times, during the last year, which I seemed to enjoy more
than Pete.

When I first met Roger, I knew that he had a reputation with women,
usually with young barmaids, which had caused the breakdown of his
marriage. 10 years ago, he had one, too many affairs. Unusually, his
ex-wife, Linda, still had a soft spot for him, occasionally, letting
him stay at her house, for long weekends. I'd only met him four times
before today, as he lived at the other end of the country, and had
always found him to be very friendly, but a little bit flirtatious.
Winking at his brother, he turned to face me. Suddenly, he started to
unzip his fly, and pulled out his penis, it was about 7 inches long and
as thick as my wrist. My eyes nearly popped out of my head, and my jaw
fell open. Laughing, out loud, he told me, "You can touch it, if you
like." Tentatively I stroked it with one finger. When it jerked, I
pulled my hand away. As I was staring at this magnificent object, it
grew larger and harder, before my very eyes, until it was about 9
inches long, perhaps twice the size of my, new husbands. "Get a proper
hold," he whispered as he placed my hand back onto it. Again, I gently
stroked it. The feeling was wonderful, as I wrapped my whole hand
around the shaft. "Grip it tighter and rub it faster," he commanded, I
did as I was told. "What do you think?" Roger asked. I couldn't stop
myself, "It's so big, it's wonderful." I continued wanking him. I was
in awe of this magnificent thing. "If you think this is big, you should
see his!" Both men laughed.

When I looked up Keith had removed his trousers, and was walking towards
me, his cock was jutting out like a large cigar, dark in colour, and
about 10 inches long, instinctively, I put my other hand out to hold
it. Keith was longer, but slimmer than his brother was, and I
immediately began wanking him, too. My head was spinning, it was my
wedding night, my new husband was naked, snoring and farting on our
bed, but here I was wanking my father in law and one of his uncles.
Keith moved closer, "Put you tongue out," I did, and he rubbed the tip
of his cock along it, then around my ruby red lips. "Open wide!" He
said, laughing. I would have been disgusted if Pete had suggested this,
but I complied and gently, he slid his cock into my mouth. I was
surprised that there was no taste or smell, but the action of having
his cock in my mouth, had my fanny tingling.

Keith put his hands along the side of my head, and stroked my hair, and
wedding veil, as he moved his hips, gently pushing himself in and out
of my mouth, "Suck it like a lollipop" he whispered, I did. Roger moved
my hand off his own cock, and began pulling the zip down, on my wedding
dress, and unclipped my bra. While I continued sucking Keith's massive
cock. Roger pulled my dress down to expose my breasts. With both hands
he began stroking my small tits and nipples, which, now, felt like
bullets. "That's enough," Keith said as he withdrew his cock, "any more
of that and I'll shoot!" "Stand up," Roger told me, as I did so, my
wedding dress fell to the floor, leaving me in my shoes, white, seamed
stockings and matching silk knickers and suspender belt, which had
small pink bows on. "Wow! She looks fucking lovely," Roger said to
Keith, "When was the last time that you saw tits that pointed up like
that?" I picked up my glass and smiled as I took a sip, revelling in my
sexiness, while the two men stared at my body, and discussed it in the
crudest of terms, as they undressed.

As both were in their fifties, their bodies were quite soft, but they
looked fantastic, as their long cocks pointed at me from their neatly
trimmed, grey pubic hair. Moving my dress to one side, Keith ushered me
back onto the sofa, were I sat between them. Roger kissed me, then
guided my head down to his thick and bulbous knob. I gripped onto the
shaft as I opened my mouth to take the first couple of inches in, I
felt like a whore as I began bobbing my head, forcing as much lovely
cock into my mouth as I could take, sucking like my life depended on
it. I felt Keith stroking my tits, then, my nylon clad legs. He pulled
my left leg onto his lap, which left my legs wide open, giving him
unhindered access between my legs.

His fingers gently stroked my crack, making me shiver, with excitement.
"Fucking hell, she's pissed herself!" He laughed, as my moisture had
saturated my silk knickers. "You'd better take them off, then," his
brother replied. Still sucking on Rogers thick cock, I moved my hips
and bottom, so he could slide them off. When they were off, I
immediately replaced my leg back onto his lap, I had never felt this
horny before, and my fanny was throbbing, to prove it. "Roger, look at
this, her cunt's winking at me!" Keith said as he slid one, then two
fingers into my dripping love box. Their dirty talk was turning me on,
as much as any of their other actions. His fingers were now going in
deeper than Peters cock had ever done. It felt so good I had to take
the cock out of my mouth, as I was struggling to breathe. As Keith
continued jamming his fingers into me, he moved his other hand through
my forest of pubic hair, until he found my 'special button', with only
two or three strokes, I was screaming 'like the banshee' that Roger had
promised.

As I flopped across their laps, Roger and Keith took swigs from the
champagne bottle. "Now it's our turn," Keith said, as he knelt at the
end of the sofa, opening my legs, and aiming his monster at my
entrance, "No, no, no, I shouldn't," I whimpered, but my fanny was
screaming, "FUCKME! FUCKME! FUCKME!" "It's too late too worry about
your reputation now!" Roger chuckled as he played with my tits, while I
played with his heavy balls. Keith nudged his cock against my hole,
then slid it inside, in one long movement. I groaned with pleasure, as
it filled my body, like it had never been filled before. With my legs
so wide apart, Keith was sliding in and out with the greatest of ease.
Roger then turned my head and placed it back onto his lovely cock,
"Don't worry it won't take long now," he whispered as I began sucking
and wanking like a woman possessed. With Keith increasing his speed, I
could feel my tits shaking. Then he stopped, and with one final thrust,
I felt my womb get hotter and hotter as his spunk flooded inside me, I
immediately clasped my legs around him, so as not to lose a drop.

Enjoying the moment, I stopped sucking on Rogers cock. So he took over,
with a hand holding my head in place he wanked himself, firing jet
after jet of hot spunk into my, open, mouth, I tried to pull away, but
he held me in place, making sure every drop went inside. It was hot,
sticky and very lumpy as it slid down my throat. Keith slowly withdrew
from me, but kept my legs open, "I love to watch my spunk drip out of a
freshly fucked cunt," he told me. As I was savouring the taste of
Rogers's spunk, I felt two of Keith's fingers touch my clitoris, slowly
making circles, then he increased his speed, and again, I was panting
and groaning as, only my second, ever, orgasm tore through my body.
Roger and Keith, gathered their clothes, and got dressed, as I lay
curled up on the leather sofa, glowing with sexual satisfaction, as I
looked at my husband snoring on our bed. As they left, they gave me
deep and sensual kisses, fingering me at the same time. While I was
kissing Keith, Roger ran his hand through my pubes, " When we fuck you,
next time, this will have to go," He whispered into my ear and winked.
I was constantly, on heat for the whole week of my honeymoon. All I
could think about was my wedding night with Roger and Keith. Every time
Pete and I had sex, I was thinking of his father and uncle. Sadly, Pete
being Pete, we only had sex three times, each time, very quickly, with
him on top. I was desperate to show him my 'new skills', but never had
the courage to try, so I had to content myself with masturbation in the
bathroom.

I couldn't stop thinking about Rogers 'goodbye' -"When we fuck you, next
time", what did that mean?

I got the answer the day after we arrived home, the phone rang, I
answered, "Did you have a nice time?" I recognised the voice, it was
Roger, my legs turned to jelly, and my heart started thumping, "Yes
thanks," I stammered. "Does he know?" He asked, "No, of course not," I
whispered. "Has it gone?" was his next question. "Has what gone?" I
returned the question, he laughed, "Never mind that, Keith and I want
to visit this weekend, have you got room for two little ones?" I got
the giggles. "Yes, of course." We made arrangements for their arrival,
for the Friday night, his last words were, "Wear stockings." Then he
put the phone down.

Pete was pleased that his dad was coming to visit, but I spent my time
planning to get rid of him for a couple of hours! At 7.30, the door-
bell rang. Pete answered; it was his Dad and Uncle Keith. The men shook
hands, but Roger and Keith both kissed me on the lips, and Roger
squeezed my arse, " Good girl, you've got them on!" he commented. I had
put my wedding stockings on, under a loose skirt, with a nice fitted
blouse, that emphasised my small breasts. When Pete had commented, on
my stockings, earlier, I told him that I had a special treat for him
later.

After a nice meal and a few drinks, we went into the living room, "Come
here and sit next to your father in law," Roger patted the middle
cushion on the sofa. I felt my nipples stiffen as I sat between him and
Keith. Pete brought more wine and beer. "Son, you were a bit of a
disappointment, on your wedding night," his father told him bluntly.
Pete started to make excuses, but his dad stopped him. "It's a good
job, your Uncle and I were there to uphold the family reputation." I
blushed, madly, as Pete looked confused, as his Uncle Keith put his arm
around me, and stroked my tit, while his dad, lifted my skirt, exposing
the lace top, and stroked my leg, I was helpless, to stop them. "After
seeing your small cock, and young Katie here, telling us what a boring
bastard you are in bed, your Uncle and I have decided to service her,
to stop her fucking about and being unfaithful, to you. Keeping it in
the family, if you like. It's for your own good." Pete began to speak,
but his dad continued. "When you fell asleep, pissed, we had to give
her the fucking that a bride deserves on her wedding night." Pete
looked shocked, "No, don't thank us, son, it's what families are for."
Keith told him firmly.

Pete sat, on the floor, against an armchair, unable to speak. Pushing me
by the arm, Roger commanded me, "Stand up, and show us your knickers."
Unable to wipe the grin from my face, I jumped up, stood in front of
them, lifting my skirt, showing my stockings and transparent, black,
knickers. Like connoisseurs, they studied me,

"Now, take your skirt and top off," was the next command. Laughing, I
unbuttoned the skirt, and kicked it towards Pete. I slowly lifted the
blouse over my head, and threw this at Pete, too, who was now smiling,
and I could see his hard on straining against his jeans. "Come here,"
Roger said, as he curled his finger, in my direction.

Sexily, I moved toward my father in law. When I stood in front of him,
he ran his fingers over the front of my pants, scratching at my pubes,
" I thought so, it's still there. I told you it would have to go,
before we would fuck you again." Just like my wedding night the 'dirty
talk' was turning me on. "Peter, get me a towel and hot water, some
scissors and your shaving tackle." Roger sent his son out of the room.

My God, they wanted me to shave my pubes! When Pete returned, I was made
to take my bra and knickers off, and lie back, over the sofa arm, where
they had spread the towel, with my legs wide apart.

The three gathered around, Roger and Pete, swigging from their cans of
beer. Keith combed my pubes, making them stand proud, then gently began
cutting the hair, brushing the loose curls into a dish, "Open wide, we
don't want any accidents," he joked. I spread my legs as wide as they
would go, exposing my steaming fanny to them. As he trimmed between my
legs, he kept telling me 'what a pretty little cunt I had', and 'how
stretched it now looked, since he had fucked me'. I was on fire and
needed some cock urgently.

When he was satisfied, he produced the shaving brush and after lathering
it, rubbed the warm soap all over my private parts, I was squirming,
with desire now. Then, with short, careful strokes he glided the razor
over the wet stubble, paying special attention, between my legs,
slowly, gently, cutting the last of my pubic hair, only leaving a two
inch strip, above my clit, it was, to be, my 'porno strip', he said.

"Now, isn't that the cutest cunt that you've ever seen," he asked the
others, they agreed, even Pete, who looked like his cock might explode
any moment. Keeping me in this position, Roger knelt before me, "Watch
and learn, this is how you pleasure a woman." He told Pete. He buried
his face into my sopping wet hole, and I let out a loud moan, as he ran
his tongue along the lips, this was the most fantastic feeling that I
had ever experienced. Even better than being fucked. Roger was lapping
at my fanny like a puppy, flicking my clit, with the tip of his tongue.
I was going wild. When he slipped some fingers in, and licked my button
at the same time, I howled, as the orgasm ripped through my entire
body.

Panting for breath, they pulled me onto the sofa. Roger pushed his fat
cock into my pulsating fanny, stretching it, just like my wedding
night. I wrapped my legs around his back, and met each of his thrusts
with one of my own. Our bodies were squashed together, as I hung on
while he fucked me. Within a couple of minutes, he was unloading his
come into my belly; shaking like a leaf, I needed more cock.

As they changed over, I looked down at the strip of hair on my fanny, to
see a stream of spunk running out of my hole, and onto the sofa.
Without any ceremony Keith lifted my ankles onto his shoulders and slid
his cock in, the length took my breath away; the angle that he was
kneeling at was fantastic, for me, as his long thrusts, again filled my
belly. Roger knelt beside me, and offered his sticky, spunk-covered
cock, for me to suck, I took it willingly. The smell and taste were
wonderful, pure sex, obviously he was only semi-hard now, which meant
that I could get more into my mouth, and he knew it, as he tried to get
it into my throat, as I caressed his big balls.

"Look what you've been missing, son." Roger laughed at Pete who was now
wanking onto my tits for the third time, watching me suck his dad's
cock as his uncle fucked me. "Fucking hell Roger, you've stretched her
cunt so much, I'm not touching the sides," Keith, light-heartedly
moaned, "if I'm going to come I need something tighter than this." Both
men pulled their cocks out, and Keith told me to get on my knees. I
complied, holding onto the top of the sofa, and spread my legs, for
better access (or so I thought). Keith roughly shoved two fingers into
my fanny, which was soaked with my love juice and Rogers come, and
pulled out some goo. He smeared this between my bum cheeks,
concentrating on my other hole. The feeling was quite sensual, as it
was the first time that I had ever had this touched. Suddenly, he
pushed a finger into my tiny, arse hole!

The sharp pain was wonderful, but it didn't prepare me for what came
next. He gently probed the hole with the tip of his cock, then slowly
pushed it in. "No! No! No!" I screamed, as the first inch penetrated
me, he then pulled it back a little bit, which was just as painful,
then in a couple of inches, repeating the exercise, until most of his
cock was in my tight, virgin, arsehole. After a couple of minutes the
pain subsided, my hole was still stinging, but I was stretching to
accommodate this long thin cock. His fingers slid underneath, sliding
unaided into my fanny, "Come and feel her cunt, she loves it, she's
soaking!" He shouted to Roger, who joined him, inserting a second set
of fingers inside me. I was, now, rocking backwards and forwards with
each stroke, in my arse, as he increased his speed.

As they fingered me a thumb brushed against my clit, sending me into
orbit again. As I did this, Keith picked up speed, again, as he was now
sliding into my arse hole with ease. With a huge groan, he gripped my
hips, and rammed into me, filling my arse with spunk. When he pulled
out, my hole felt as if it was on fire, but it was a wonderful feeling
as I felt his come ooze out, onto the sofa.

I lay down, getting my breath back as the three men, sat opposite,
drinking beer, telling me how good I looked, and 'what a good fuck' I
was. For their entertainment, I stroked my freshly shaved pussy, it
felt soft, smooth and silky, and was covered with sticky spunk.
Theatrically, I stuck two fingers into my stretched bum hole, and
scooped out a load of goo and then licked it off like an ice cream.

We sat around, for the next hour, or so, drinking beer and wine. The
rest of the weekend continued in the same vein, with me fucking and
sucking, Roger and Keith, together and separately, whenever they wanted
me. When we went for dinner, on the Saturday evening, Roger insisted
that I couldn't wear my knickers, which gave them loads of
opportunities to feel my fanny and finger me, in taxis and pubs.

On the Sunday afternoon, while I was sucking his cock one last time,
Roger told his son, that, in future, he couldn't have sex with me in
the week leading up to their visits, and the night before their
arrival, he must shave my pubes, so that I would be 'ready for action'!
After all, it was for his own good, because with out his father and
uncle 'servicing me', I would be out 'fucking strangers', and they
couldn't have that - could they? Katie

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