A Wedding Day To Remember Ch. 03 free porn video

She walks down aisle dripping with others men's cum.

Terry (on TV) said to me, "Get me hard again, baby, I'm want to fuck you one more time before I take you to the church to marry your new husband. If you want me to fuck you one more time, all you have to do is begin sucking my cock. Don't worry if you don't want to do it, it is OK. In fact if you want to stop with just Charlie here fucking you in your asshole, drop your head close your eyes and enjoy it as he fucks you, baby. You will get the pictures; either way they are yours."

I looked up at him, and then I looked into the mirror at Charlie as he was fucking me, his ass bouncing back and forth. I looked back up at Terry and his limp dick in front of my face, and I opened my mouth, moved forward to capture his dick and I took him between my lips. Anyone watching this video could tell that I wanted him to fuck me one more time before I left for the church to get married. Charlie kept fucking me in my asshole like a crazed man. As he did, I sucked on Terry's limp dick and it began to grow in my mouth.

He grew to the point that I had to grab hold of it again with both hands. Charlie was slamming into me hard and fast, I watched him on the TV climax as he stopped and at the same time crammed as much of himself into my ass as he could. I saw him shake as he emptied his nuts into me. When he pulled out of my asshole, Terry pulled his half-hard cock out of my mouth and moved behind me. I watched on the TV as he put the head of his dick against my asshole and slowly pushed it in. What surprised me was watching myself pushing back against him, obviously trying to get him to give it to me deeper.

While watching all this on the TV, I felt the fingers pull out of my ass as I was still bent over the back of the couch, I watched myself on the TV as I felt the head of a man's dick pushing into my ass replacing the fingers that had been driving me fucking crazy because of the feelings they gave me. I know this sounds sick but to watch myself being fucked in my ass on TV AND to feel it happening again at the same time only added to this sick, nasty, overpowering lust racing through my body and mind. The man behind me who had been finger-fucking my asshole wasted no time; once he had the head of his dick in me, he instantly began fucking me very hard and fast.

I watched on the TV as I reached under myself fighting my wedding dress to finger myself as Terry fucked me on the TV while the man behind me fucked me. I reached down under myself cramming my hand and arm under my tummy and the back of the couch to get my fingers on my clit one more time. I looked back up at the TV and I saw just how crazy I was as Terry fucked my asshole. Terry was fucking faster and faster, driving me crazy.

Feeling the man behind me fucking me in my asshole at the same time that I was watching myself on TV being fucked by Terry -- and add to that the feeling I was giving myself on my clit and fingering my hole -- took me way beyond any kind of reality, I was lost to this feeling of lust and a****l desire for the pleasure to never stop and I wanted it all. While I was focused on the TV screen watching Terry's ass moving, I saw a pair of legs walk in front of me and a black dick stop right in front of my face. I can't honestly tell you if I leaned forward to take him in my mouth or if he stepped closer to my face. I can tell you that I opened my mouth and took him inside. I had only one hand on the cushion because my right hand was still under me adding to my pleasure, between my belly and the couch back, my fingers were still fingering my clit and hole.

My throat had no protection against the assault he began to give me. I adjusted my head so I could breathe as he began to fuck me in my face and his cock plunged in and out of my throat. I had never seen any black man's cock before, however, I had heard that they had big dicks. His dick was as black as coal, but Terry had a larger and fatter dick than the man in my mouth did. The black man fucking my face did not take long before he came and when he did he kept moving his dick in and out of my throat depositing his sperm inside my mouth and a little down my throat, then back again all over my tongue, filling my cheeks. He kept moving in and out making his sperm fill every inch of my mouth and when he finally was finished, he slowly began to pull his dock out while telling me, "Clean it good, baby. I don't want to put a sticky dick back in my pants."

I wrapped my lips tight around him as he very slowly pulled back out of my mouth. His sperm felt very slimy in my mouth (that is the only way that I can describe it). It had a tiny bit of a salty taste; I had had others that were very salty for some reason. I moved his sperm around in my mouth (I don't know why, I just did) and then I swallowed what was in there down my throat. Just as he stepped away another man stepped in front of me. Terry said, "This is the last two, Tracy, hurry up and get them off." I guess he was referring to the man in my ass as well as the man putting his cock against the open lips of my mouth.

The man sticking his dick in my mouth must have really been turned on because he only got his dick halfway in my mouth when he began to climax and empty his balls. His sperm wasn't salty at all, and he was full of it, I don't know his age, but he sure matched that saying my father had about young men: "Young, dumb and full of cum" This man was squirting lots of sperm and with lots of force. He finished and pulled out, letting me catch my breath. I looked back up at the TV to see Terry pull out of my asshole and when he did I could see this huge gaping hole that was my asshole, wide open as I laid there with my face on the floor and my ass in the air while, all the time I kept rubbing my clit and finger fucking myself so I could get something from it all. I saw Terry pick up a camera and I watched as he took five fast pictures of my slowly closing asshole. I could not stop fingering myself then and the feeling the dick in my ass was giving me as well as my own fingers it was almost like being there again living it again. On the TV, Charlie pulled his pants up and left, and Terry said, "Come on, Tracy, we need to get going. I need to get you to the church. Come on, get up." And the video went blank.

The man behind me was ramming himself hard into me and I was rubbing my clit just as fast and hard. He came and quickly pulled out so another man with a hard dick could replace him. I came again just as the new man slid his cock in my ass; I kept coming over and over again as he pounded me in and out. He came and pulled out. I could feel on my fingers all of the men's stuff that must have ran out of my ass and pussy. My fingers felt slick and, of course, I am sure some of it was my own juices. I lay there bent over the couch, coming back down to earth very slowly.

I heard a lot of commotion behind me after the man fucking me had pulled out. I felt something on my inner legs going up and down my stockings and inner thighs. Some one was wiping the dripping sperm from them. When I felt the wiping finish I pushed myself up, turned and I saw I don't know how many men behind me all dressed in black pants, white shirt and red vest. Terry said, "I told the boys that you wanted to give them all a tip for taking time out of their day to come over here and work in the hot sun." I had no idea what to say, I felt ****d again. I mean, what else could you call it? Terry had me in a position that I had to do what he wanted so Peter would never find out just what a stupid wife he had. Only a very stupid woman would allow herself to get into a position like this.

I watched as they all filed out the slider and Terry walked over to the two video cameras that he had set up earlier. He opened them up and took out the tapes. He said as he walked to the slider. "You might want to fix your hair; you look like you just fucked an army. I'll have my sister come in and help you – and remember, I want you dripping cum as you walk down the aisle. I better see fresh drops of it on the carpet as I film you."

I stood, my knees shaking and my eyes teared up again, and I was sick with myself. I was sick that I had been so careful these last two years to not have real sex until my wedding day and now the very day that I have waited for, I end up being ****d and against my own will I end up enjoying what is happening to me. My best friend's brother is responsible for it all, here I am getting married and he not only ****s me but he blackmails me. I get ****d once before coming to church, then I get ****d by the hired help in my bride's waiting room. I heard a knock at the door, I saw my veil on the couch so I picked it up as I walked to the door, I unlocked it and Peter's mother and my mother were there. Sandy and the other bridesmaids also stood in the hallway. Peter's mom, Sandy and my mother came in and Mom shut the door telling the others to wait.

My mother asked, "Why are you crying, dear? Are you changing your mind?" She said that and Terry's words popped up in my brain about canceling the wedding. I said, "No, I'm just a little scared, that's all." Peter's mother said, "Poor dear, your hair is a mess. Lets dry those eyes and see what we can do. Being married is going to be wonderful. If you are fretting about tonight, don't. I have spoken to Peter about what and how to begin relations with a virgin. If he hurts you, I'll break his neck and he knows it, so it will be fine"

There was another knock at the door and it popped open. Terry came in and just stood there, camera in hand. He said, "Any idea how much longer? The people are becoming restless." My mother said, "That's tough. It is Tracy's wedding day; we will wait on her." Sandy was working on my face, Peter's mother was brushing my hair and my mother worked on my veil. While my mother was working on my veil her face was very close to mine and I know she was able to smell my breath.

I saw a puzzled look come over her and she whispered in my ear, "Honey, you need a breath mint." Again I remembered what Terry had told me about that. I said, "I know, I plan to put a breath mint in my mouth before I walk down the aisle. Terry has some Tic-Tacs for me, don't you, Terry?" He said, "Yes. My, you look so lovely in white, all pure and clean. I have to tell you, Tracy, you are filming very well. Everything we have shot so far has come across crystal clear. I am getting all of your expressions. You are going to look back on this day and I know you will never forget it."

My mother said, "He's right, you know, dear. A woman never forgets her wedding day, it is etched in her memory forever." That was not comforting at all for me, this was one day I think I wanted to forget. I knew that Terry was not about to let that happen and I was afraid what Peter was going to do when we make love tonight and he finds that I am not the virgin that I made him to believe that I was. Sandy finished with my face, my veil was in place and I could not think of anything to stop my going out. Mother asked, "Are you ready, dear? Do you want to get started and show Peter his lovely bride?" I gave her a weak smile and said, "Yeah, I'm ready."

Terry aimed his camera and as Mom opened the door she called the rest of the wedding party in, the girls all gathered around me giving me support, my mother and mother-in-law went back to their seats. Terry stood there videotaping as we all readied ourselves for the procession Sandy handed me my bouquet and we lined up at the door. From the moment I stood up, I had felt all the sperm in me wanting to come out. I did not want it to because I did not want anything dripping on the carpet so I clenched myself as tight as I can but even doing that I could still feel the stuff coming out as I walked. I just prayed that the stuff coming out my rear did not have any color to it. I could just imagine that happening and staining my white stockings or worse yet drip on the light tan carpet that would show up like a sore thumb.

Being a woman I have learned how to "hold it," but even though I can "hold it" I could still feel some of it slowly dripping out. I also worried about passing gas; as good as I am in clenching my butt, sometimes it just happens. I had all of this racing through my mind as I took step after step. My father met me at the doorway before we walked down the aisle. I wanted to climb in his arms and have him protect me from Terry. I knew that he could not without my being shown to be a whore.

I took his arm and he said, "You look lovely, dear. Peter is a very lucky man to get you as his wife. Treat him right and he will treat you right." He kissed me and down the aisle we walked. I was conscious of the fact that Terry was behind us at a distance videotaping me walking. My father turned me over to Peter and we stood there and said our vows. I could feel myself losing the battle holding it all in. I could feel the accumulated cum of all those men sliding down my inner thighs. When Peter kissed me I held my breath so he would not smell the men's sperm on it. And the minister introduced us as Mr. and Mrs. We began to walk out. Peter walked faster than I did coming in and I knew stuff was dropping out of me faster than I could stop it. All I could do was hope and pray that no one would look down at the floor. I did not want to look down just in case someone saw me and they would look down, too.

Today I was supposed to be happy, yet all I could think about was what had happened to me sexually, how I had responded and, of course, the hold Terry had over me now. I could not think of any way out of it all. I could not kill myself, I could kill Terry but then I would go to prison or worse. I could not tell my parents or my husband. It was a no-win situation for me. I had to live my life and do whatever Terry wanted while trying to keep it all from my new husband.

We got into the limo and it was then that Peter gave me a long deep kiss. When he broke the kiss. He said, "Do you have any mints? I could use one." I know Peter; he would never tell me I had bad breath, he would ask me for a mint, which I would always give him, and of course take one myself.

The limo took us for a long drive so the people could make it the two miles to the large hall that my parents rented for us at the Hilton. We had the honeymoon suite and over half of our guests were staying the night there in the same hotel. They wanted 30 minutes to get there ahead of us. In the limo Peter was all over me. He made it very clear what was on his mind. Every time he would try and put his hand and try to pull up my dress I would stop him. There was no way on this earth that he was going to be touching me under my dress as messy as I was. I said, "I don't want to ruin my wedding night. I have waited too long to do it here in a car. If you can't wait till tonight, I'll give you a blow-job but nothing else until tonight." Peter did not like what I told him but he knew he had no choice. I knew it and I wanted to take the edge off for him. I said real hot and sexy as I grabbed for his dick through his pants squeezing it feeling him hard as a rock. "Can you close the drivers window? If you do, I want to suck you off. This will be just the first of many times as your wife."

Peter pushed the button and the window went up. I moved and knelt in front of him on the floor. I helped him get his pants down and I went to work on his hard cock. As I knelt there holding it and running my mouth up and down his shaft I found myself thinking of the different men I had sucked off in the last two, maybe three hours. My new husband's cock seemed to be on the lowest end of the scale as for size. I say that because when I brought his cock far inside of my mouth I did not have to relax my throat because he wasn't big enough that I had to do that. There was a part of me that already knew that but I guess all day I had hoped that when I did get to Peter today that I would have been wrong.

It did not take Peter long before he shot his hot, slimy sperm in my mouth. I closed my eyes and this time I rolled it all around my mouth I guess in some way I was trying to use my husband's sperm to wash away all the other sperm that I had in it today. I milked Peter for every tiny drop that I could get from him. In the past I would get him off, swallow and pull away. Today I kept his little dick in my mouth and played with it. Peter just laid back and moaned in pleasure. I knelt there wanting to play with myself because I was so fucking hot. SHIT! Did I just say "my husband's little dick?" Gee, what am I thinking? God, I wanted to fuck so bad! I did not want to make love, I wanted to just fuck. I did not dare to take a chance that Peter would discover that I had men's cum coming out of my ass and pussy. I know how mad he gets and I am sure that if he did ever find out about my not being a virgin and that on our wedding day that I had been screwed over 10 times (maybe more) that he would never understand how or why and would hurt me for sure.

My pussy felt on fire, wanting and needing a nice hard dick to fuck me. The limo came to a stop, I let go of Peter's little peter and sat back up on the seat. I watched as Peter scooted around and got his pants back on. The driver gave us some time and finally opened the door. When we got out everyone was there, including Terry with his camera. The first thing that I had to do was get into the bathroom and check my dress, stockings and finally clean myself up. I walked in and I felt a little crusty as the sperm had dried on my inside thighs. I kissed Peter on the cheek and told him I had to go potty.

It was too early to go up to the suite, we had to do the reception first, so I went into the restroom and locked the door. I lifted my dress off over my head and spread it over the counter. I was wearing a bra and stockings held up by my garters. I laid it out and looked for spots; mainly I looked for brown spots. I was glad that I did not find anything major. I did find several small spots where sperm had ended up on it. There were many crusted spots but I wet some papers and wiped those spots away. I was so relieved that there were only three little spots that were a little dark.

When I finished my dress, my stockings were next. I slipped off my shoes and brought my stockings down. My poor stockings were a mess, so I decided to take them both off and wash them. The inside of my stockings did have a lot of stains on them and they were covered in crusted sperm as well as brown spots and brown runs of sperm. I finished washing them and realized that I could not put them on wet. I used the hand blow dryer and tossed them up and down in my hand letting the warm air try and dry them. After a while I realized that even though it was working, it would take a long time this way. I decided to d**** them over the back of a stall wall. I cleaned my bottom with the wet towels and I was so glad to finally be able to do it.

I was tempted to masturbate a bit because I still was turned on by sucking my husband in the limo. While that was a turn-on itself, I had to admit that mostly I got so turned in the limo by remembering the other men's cocks that I had in my mouth today. I began to feel horny again. I thought I better get my dress back on and get out to my reception. I felt myself thinking and thinking and thinking about how I kept climaxing over and over again as all those anonymous men fucked me in the bride's room. I am ashamed to admit it to you but mostly to myself that as I kept thinking about it I wanted to experience it again. No, not the sex with more men, I mean the feeling of that climax. I'm sure that I can get it again with Peter. I love Peter and he loves me. I know that sex with him will be sweet, caring and fulfilling. I am sure it will be. It has to be. If it isn't, what am I going to do?

I walked out back into the reception bare naked under my wedding dress. Peter was waiting for me as I came out; we went to our table and sat down. Dad hired two professional photographers and Terry was walking around videotaping. Many toasts were given to us, and the first dance came up. Then the in-law dance, the money dance and on and on. The champagne was flowing freely. I knew that in all the dancing and relaxing and moving around relaxed my inner muscles and the rest of the sperm in me freely flowed out of me. Knowing that actually excited me, and the more excited I got, the more I relived the earlier events in my mind. The more I relived it all in my mind, the more I would wonder about the man I was dancing with. I would be dancing with one and I would be thinking or wondering just how big of a dick he had between his legs. Would he have a short skinny one or a nice big one like Terry's?

After an hour or so, everyone was feeling no pain and we were all moving around talking to others. Terry came up to me and asked me to dance. I went with him to the dance floor and we danced a slow dance. He whispered in my ear to make an excuse to leave awhile and to meet him up in his room, He told me he had a hard-on and that he needed to fuck me. When the dance finished, Terry walked off and, I'll admit, I was excited. I was so fucking hot. Of course, I knew that I did not have a choice, but the problem was at that moment I was very glad I did not have to make that choice. Right now the way I was craving that feeling again, if I did have the choice, I knew I would make the wrong one. This way I can get what I want so bad and not feel guilty about Terry fucking me or, worse yet, my wanting to feel him inside of me again.

I found Peter, who was feeling no pain, and said, "Hi, honey, all this dancing has made me hot (I wasn't lying; I was fucking hot and horny, so I was telling him the truth. But he took it the way I wanted him to). "I'm going to see if there is someplace in here that I can cool off. I won't be long." Peter said, "OK, honey, I'll see you when you come back. We still have to cut the cake and throw the garter and your bouquet." I said, "I won't be gone long." I made my way out and up to room 618. The door was open and I heard several voices talking and laughing inside. I felt like I had thousands of pins and needles all over me. I walked in and when Terry saw me, he walked over, closed the door and took my arm to walk me into the room.

"Here she is, boys, this is the movie star. Doesn't she look lovely? Wait till she wraps her lips around your dicks." I expected Terry to have sex with me; I was not expecting him to have other men in his room. Then I saw the TV on and it was playing one of the videotapes he made in the bride's room. Terry said, "Tracy, baby, get that dress off and get on the bed. You're going to pull a train for the next half hour. I want you full of cum when you go up to your room with your husband." I looked around at the men in the room and asked, "What do you mean, I'm going to pull a train?" Terry said, "Well, Tracy, you know how when you sit at a railroad crossing and you see train car after train car go by, one after another? Well, 'pulling a train' means that you get fucked by one man after another after another just like this afternoon in the bride's room." I started to count the men in the room to see how many of them I was going to fuck. I got to eight when they all moved around and I lost track of who I had counted and who I hadn't. I recognized about half of them. I lifted my dress and I was about to get on the bed when Terry said, "Lose the bra. We want to see those lovely tits of yours."

I undid my bra and got on the bed. I saw the men all begin to get undressed and get naked. I saw all different sizes of dicks. Not one of them was close to my husband's size. Maybe I should say that looking at all the different dicks that were in the room ready to fuck me my husband's dick was not anywhere as big as any of them. I lay there and Jack, a school friend of mine, got on the bed first. He said, "This sure beats the hell out of kissing the bride." I never lay on my back like this and I did not have any idea what to do, I opened my legs but I kept them flat on the bed. Jack pulled up my knees as he positioned his dick at my hole. As he slid into me he said, "Jesus, Tracy, you are fucking wet." Terry began giving directions to the men. Soon one was on the bed kneeling next to my head, I went for his cock as soon as it was close enough. That was the beginning.

I don't know how long I had man after man fuck me; I began to climax before Jack came and it never seemed to die down. I began getting that feeling just like I did before. I loved the way my pussy felt when I had a nice fat cock in it fucking me. Some I would lick clean after they did it while others I would suck to make them rock hard. I heard the door open and close so much it was a common thing. Finally, Terry said, "After this one, Tracy, you need to get back down stairs and finish the reception."

I was still loving every cock that entered me because even though the climaxes were less intense, they were still much better than when I masturbated. The last man fucking me came and pulled out; two of them helped me to my feet and they also helped me get my bra and dress on. All the time they were helping me I had my hands on their dicks. I was stroking any cock that I could get my hand on. I got a charge out of touching different men's cocks like that. Terry rode the elevator down with me and I went straight to the restroom where my stockings were. I put them on and I had to wipe all the cum discharging from me.

I was about to leave when the door opened (I forgot to lock it this time) I looked up and it was one of the men from up in the room. He was, I think, the first black man who had fucked me up there. He locked the door behind him and said, "How 'bout another quickie, baby? Want some more black meat in ya?" I remembered what a great climax I had with him but I also knew I needed to get out to the reception soon. I said, "We have to make it real quick one." He walked up to me and said, "Just turn around and lean on the sink. I'll take you from behind."

I turned around, bent over the counter and he moved in behind me. I said, "Lift the dress up and put it on my back." He did and he moved in behind me, inserting his lovely cock into my dripping pussy. He fucked me a few strokes and pulled out. He said, "Fuck, baby, you're too loose, I ain't getting any feeling. I'm gonna fuck you in your ass." It wasn't a question and he didn't wait for any answer, he just put it against my asshole and started shoving it in. I was surprised when I felt pain. In the bride's room there hadn't been any pain; Terry took the time to prepare me. This man didn't, and I let out a scream as he slammed his cock into of me. He covered my mouth with his hand. And he kept fucking me. The pain began to go away, and once it was gone I began to enjoy him fucking my ass. I moaned and ground my ass back against him. He let go of my mouth and I said, "Yeah, baby, that's it, fuck me, fuck me."

He began to pick up speed and I was moaning and moaning as he kept fucking me. I felt him climax and shot more sperm into my asshole. He pulled out and as he pulled the back of my dress down he said, "I'm sorry, baby, I thought you were use to a fast entry. I watched you on the TV and the guys that fucked you in your ass you told them to slam into you. I should have gone easy. I'm sorry, baby, and next time I'll take it slow." He kissed my cheek and walked out. I waited a moment and walked out back to my husband. I kissed Peter with my cum-reeking mouth on his lips.

For the next half hour or so the two hired cameramen kept taking the wedding party's pictures. I was glad we were inside because it was too hot to be outside at the lake pavilion as we came close to reserving. On top of the two photographers taking pictures, Terry was in there doing his job. Every now and then he would catch me looking at him. I was glad when all the formal things were done. (Well, almost, anyway)

Peter was deep in conversation, I broke his train of thought with a kiss, and the look on his face was of surprise to say the least. Everyone was getting drunk, including Peter. I was glad that we decided to have the reception at the hotel so no one had to drive home. "I think it is getting time to cut the cake, honey," I said as I grabbed his hand and pulled him up.

We cut the cake together and fed each other a small piece. We were having fun and for a moment, just one tiny moment, I had forgotten all about Terry, and all the men who had fucked me. I was happy, happy that I was married to Peter. There was another toast and then more dancing. The longer we stayed down in the ballroom, the drunker everyone was getting. We had our dinner and we kept dancing. Daddy had hired the band to play from until 9 p.m., when the reception was to end.

By 8 Peter was so drunk that he fell asleep in his chair at the table. Peter's dad and my father in-law were with him and they were just about as drunk as he was. And at 8:30 I went up to Terry's room as he told me to do. From about 3:30 on, I had been leaving and going up to Terry's room for fifteen minutes at a time. He wanted me there every hour and I was there right on time, every time. I have no idea where he got the men from. Some I would fuck twice; others were in me, then gone. The hotel was full of people and maybe Terry had something going to get the men up from the bar. I don't know but there were always four or five men in his room when I arrived.

Every time when I put my dress back on, loads of sperm would come out of me. And when I walked I would let air escape from both of my holes. When that happened, it would shoot out some more sperm. It was almost 9 when I went back down and tried to get Peter to wake up and take him to our room. Finally, his dad and mine managed to get him to his drunken feet. They went with me and half-carried him to the elevator, then into our suite. Dad asked me if I wanted them to help undress him and get him bed. I told him "No, just to put him on the couch. He'll wake up and then we'll both go to bed."

They left and I went in to take a shower. I was a little sore and I had worked up quite a sweat every time I went to Terry's room. I would walk in, lift up my dress, then get on the bed. The men were real fast and I had to work real hard to achieve that wonderful climax. Hell, I figured that if I'm going to be ****d like this, I might as well get something out of it. I took off my ripped bra. Oh, I forgot to tell you about that, didn't I? Well, I didn't get it off quick enough for the third group, so one of the assholes pulled it and broke a strap. Terry grabbed him and kicked him out.

I walked to the dresser and looked in the mirror. I looked and looked, but I could not tell that for the last six hours I have been fucking strangers in my best friend's brother's room. I heard a knock on the door, and when I opened it, I wasn't surprised that it was Terry standing there with four other men. Three of them I knew from our wedding. They worked with Peter at his company. I did not know their names. Terry said, "We thought we would come up and help you get your new hubby to bed" as he walked past me into the room.

Terry said, "We'll put him to bed, and I want you to get something on. You're going downstairs with us to the bar. You know how you have always said to me you want your wedding night to be special? Well, I am making it one that you will never forget." I walked into the bedroom and picked out a nice dress. I put it on but Terry did not care for it. He said, "Sexy. I want it sexy. You want to try and tell me that you do not have anything sexy for tomorrow, Tracy? I know you. You know how to dress and turn on men. Try again. I want to see that hot sexy bitch that I know you are."

A Wedding Day To remember Part 3

I turned and tears welled up in my eyes. Terry was being so mean; it seemed to me he was doing this to get back at me for only giving him blowjobs. I changed as my husband began to snore in the bed just behind me. Terry came in and stood behind me. He said, looking at me, "Now that is more like it. You know I love you in a miniskirt." I felt his hands on my ass and he moved them down and moved my leather skirt up. As he did, he reached under my crotch and felt me, then he pulled his hand away and, turning me around, he put his fingers to my lips and said, "Suck them, suck the cum from you that is on my fingers."

I began sucking them when he stuck them in my mouth. I reached down and grabbed hold of his penis. Shit, did I just say the "P" word? I meant, I grabbed hold of his big cock. He was hard and ready. He said, "Lean on the bed. I'm going to fuck you right here, right now, while hubby sleeps." I felt so scared, and excited at the same time. Sick, huh? I said as I moved to the bed, "What if Peter wakes up?" Terry said, "If he wakes up, he'll see his new bride getting fucked on her wedding night, that's all. It is normal for a bride to fuck all night on her wedding night, isn't it, honey? And I have prepared exactly that. You, my dear, are going to be fucked all night; it's my turn again, that's all."

I felt him lift up my little skirt from the back and I leaned on the bed with my face next to Peter's legs under the covers. I felt Terry push my legs open with his feet and he entered me. I closed my eyes and began to move my hips; if he was going to fuck me, I sure as hell was going to get something out of it. Terry reached under me and grabbed hold of my tits. He was fucking me so hard that the whole bed was shaking. I raised my head to see if Peter was still asleep. His head was bouncing around hard with every thrust Terry gave me. He saw mw looking up at Peter and said, "Look at him, he's so far out of it I bet if you laid down next to him and got fucked he would never wake up. Would you, Peter? WAKE UP PETER, WAKE UP AND WATCH A REAL MAN FUCK YOUR WIFE, WAKE UP, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

Terry was yelling and fucking me harder, trying I think to shake the bed more. I closed my eyes and felt the rushing climax coming on me. I cried out "YES, YES, DO IT, YES DO IT, MORE FUCK ME, HARDER, HARDER, I'M COMING, I'M FUCKING COMING!" I said that and I felt Terry empty his balls one more time into me. He pulled out and I began to stand up. Terry said "No, stay there. I think you should give the boys a little since they helped get hubby into bed, don't you, Tracy?"

"Yes, yes, fuck yes, I want them to fuck me, and keep fucking me." I felt a man enter me and he fucked like a rabbit (I've seen them have sex). He came as I was almost there. He pulled out and another man replaced him. I stayed like that as all of them fucked me as I bent over the front of the bed and I had not realized it but I had hold of my husbands legs holding on to him as they all fucked me. Two of them fucked me in my ass. When the last one finished, Terry tossed a dry washcloth in front of me and said, "Better wipe yourself off. Cum is pouring out of you."

I took the cloth, stood up opened my legs, reached down and wiped between my legs. I had a washcloth full of cum when I finished. I tossed it on the floor and pulled down my leather skirt. I walked into the sitting room and only Terry was there. I asked, "Where did the boys go off to, Terry? Don't tell me those are fuck-me-and-then-run-off boys, are they"? Terry said, "No, Tracy, they went back down to the bar. We're going to meet them down there." We walked to the door and as we walked to the elevator, Terry said, "Here are the ground rules. You do everything that I want and old Peter boy will never be wiser. Fuck around and don't make me happy, you'll fucking be sorry. Got it, Tracy?"

I said, "Yeah, I got it. You're the pimp and I'm to do as you say. What do you have going downstairs? Are they paying you to have sex with me?" Terry said, "No, I hadn't thought of that, but it sounds like a great idea. Yeah, you fuck them and I make money. Man, for a cunt, you're not so fucking dumb after all.

"Tell you what, when we go in the bar, when anyone offers to buy you a drink, you are to tell them no thanks, that the only thing you are at the bar for tonight is to meet a man and take him to bed. I want you to say those exact words. When he asks you if you want to go to his room you tell him you have to first check with your boyfriend, and if he says yes, he needs to reimburse me for the room charge. Lets say $105 since that is the room cost for tonight. Yea, I like that, man you are fucking generous, Tracy. So tell me, bitch, what do you tell them if someone offers to buy you a drink? Pretend I just offered you a drink."

I looked at him, batted my eyes and said, "I'm sorry, I did not come down here to the bar to drink, I came to find a man to take me to bed."

"Good, real good. It wasn't exactly as I put it, but I liked it just as well. Now lets say he says something like this, 'Well, I'm finished down here want to come up to my room? What do you charge for sex?' Now, Tracy, what are you going to say?" he asked. I looked at him and said, "Oh, it is 100% free, no charge. But my boyfriend is pissed because the room cost so much, and I bet if you offer to pay for our room, it would cheer him up. The room cost us $105 a night. Lets go ask him if I can go to your room with you, so you can fuck me. You do want to fuck me, don't you? He likes it when I fuck other men, every one is different and that is what makes the world go round."

The elevator stopped and we got off walking to the bar; it was full and it was loud. I panicked because I only then realized that over 75 percent of our wedding guests were staying here at the hotel and someone would recognize me for sure. Terry said, "Remember. You are to put out. Nothing coy. You meet a guy, take him to his room, fuck him, then come back and do it all over again."

We walked in the door and we found where the men were. They had just one chair left and Terry sat down it in. When he did, he said, "I'm sure if you go to the bar, you'll find a stool or something." Then he said, turning to the men at the table, "I got $100 that says she gets a guy to his room in less than 15 minutes. Anyone want to take that bet?" I turned and walked to the bar. As I got there, a man I never met before came up alongside of me, put his arm around my waist and said, "Can I buy you a drink, love?"

I turned to face him as he held onto me and I said into his ear (the music was blasting in there), "I didn't come down here for a drink, I came down here tonight for some dick. You got a dick? I bet you do and I bet you never got laid so fast in your life. Take me to your room and you can fuck my brains out."

Just like Terry said he asked, "How much is it going to cost me?" I leaned against his ear again and said, "Nothing. I'm giving out freebies tonight. My boyf…, I mean, my husband loves knowing that I am off fucking men. We came down here to the bar just so I could meet a man like you who wants to get laid. You do want to get laid, now, don't you, baby?"

He said with a catch in his voice, "Yeah, sure, OK, lets go then." I said, "Wait a moment. We need to go let my husband know I am leaving with you. He is pissed that the fucking room cost so much. It was supposed to be free for us tonight, but we had to pay for the room. Maybe if you offered to pay for our room he would be in a better mood." The man said, "Yeah, sure. Hey, my name is John; what's your name, doll?" I smiled and said, "My name is Easy. You're John. Lucky John and I'm Easy, who would have thought that this wasn't a match made in heaven?"

I grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the table where Terry was sitting. I said so he and the others could hear me, "John wants to take me up to his room so he can fuck my brains out. You don't mind, do you, honey? He even offered to pay for our room tonight. Ain't that nice of him? I figure if he is willing to do that, the least I can do is make him happy." The man was standing behind me and he said, "Yeah, that's right. Here I'll give you a $105 to pay for your room. Do you have change for a twenty?"

Terry said, "what the fuck you think I am, a fucking bank or something?" The man "John" reached around me and handed Terry six $20 bills and then said, "Keep the change, man. Buy a round for the boys on me." I turned around and said, "Lets go, doll. I'm hot as hell for you. Here, feel this." It was packed and crowed in there, but I grabbed his hand and pulled it to my short skirt, which I pulled up so his fingers would come in contact with my dripping pussy. I said, "Does that feel good to you, doll? Now lets get to the room before I take you in the corner and fuck you."

We went up to his room, and I wasted no time getting my clothes off. Of course, I was only wearing a blouse and leather skirt. Hell, I was on the bed legs open and ready and waiting for him while he was still trying to get his pants off of his feet. I reached down and touched myself; my pussy was nice and soft, and it was so wet and warm. I rubbed my clit and slowly slid two fingers in and out of my hole. My clit was very sensitive and right at the verge of being sore. I can only imagine that if I had not been masturbated so much over the last three years my bottom would be raw. I was glad as I lay there that I used my doll's leg all these years. I found that the little foot touched me just right on the inside so the movement in and out not only felt good but the foot it self drove me crazy as it always touched this one certain place.

Laying there watching him with his dick sticking straight out made me glad that over the years I had prepared myself for all this sex that I have been having today. I guess that is putting it very mildly, I mean, preparing myself for my husband on our wedding night. I have lain in bed so many nights thinking about how we would be having sex all night into the early morning hours. I was half right; I was going to have sex all night and into the early morning hours. The difference was I was being forced to do it by Terry and my husband was passed out in our wedding bed while I'm five floors below him getting ready for some stranger to put his big cock where his was supposed to be right now.

I watched as the man got up the bed, and moved between my legs. I kept rubbing my clit waiting to feel the head of his big cock against me. I had also been playing with my nipples, working one then the other. I loved the feeling that my nipples gave me when I was this turned on. I felt his cock between my legs as he brought his mouth to my breasts and began nipping and tugging at one nipple then the other replacing my fingers. I kept rubbing my clit and I moaned as his wet mouth worked my breast. I felt him hard as a rock. I tried to scoot my ass forward to get him inside of me but he wanted to kiss my breast and he moved down kissing my belly. Every touch of his lips sent pleasure through me. My breathing was erratic I loved the feeling I was having. He kept going lower and lower. He was kissing my belly button and he slowly moved down to my bare right leg kissing and kissing. I felt w relaxing slow building orgasm building inside.

I rubbed myself faster and he worked his way up on the inside of my thighs. I felt his lips and mouth getting closer to my hand and fingers. I felt his mouth touch them and he pulled my wet fingers inside of his mouth and he sucked them. I was lost in the pleasure of his attention. He released my fingers and moved his mouth to the outside of my left leg. He worked his way down so slowly to my feet and other toes, driving me crazy with pleasure. After a long time he again began his way up on the inside of my leg and thigh. I began c lovely climax that just seem to hang there, not getting stronger or going away in anyway.

I stopped rubbing myself and brought both hands up to work my nipples and the closer his mouth got to my bottom I could not keep still. I was losing it; I was sure my mind would explode. I lifted my knees and opened my legs as far as I could, praying as I laid there, "Oh God, don't let him stop, let him go closer, please God, don't let him stop." I guess God was listening because I felt his hot lips and mouth touch my bush and then finally he put his lips on my swollen clit. I shook and shook as I screamed out in climax.

I let go of my breasts and placed my hands on his head, I could not keep my hips from moving as he sucked, then boxed my clit with his lips and tongue. He began moving down and putting his mouth on my pussy he began to lick it and I could hear sucking noise's. He really became excited he was holding my ass cheeks with his hands as he attempted to get his mouth into my cunt. The bed was shaking and he was moaning like crazy. I felt the bed jerk and I could tell by the sounds that he made that he must have climaxed. The son-of-a-bitch came without putting his dick in me. The motherfucker came without fucking me. I thrashed on the bed as he kept licking and sucking all the cum from me.

He stopped and began to slowly move back up my tummy. He never stopped kissing me as he moved up. He got to my breast and again worked my nipples he moved up to my neck and I love being kissed around my neck. I brought my right hand back to my clit and began to rub myself again. He moved up to my face and he kissed my cheeks, my eyes, my nose and my ears but not once did he move to kiss my lips. I was insane at this point. I wanted to feel his lips on mine. I could feel his limp dick between my legs; I moved my legs closer together to capture his cock between them.

I expected him to shrink down as most men do after that climax, he did go soft, but he was not shrinking down in size. I felt his lips on mine and he kissed me so soft and tender I loved it. I moved my legs to give him stimulation and I think it was working. He broke the kiss and said, "I'm sorry I came. It was just so exciting to eat you and to find out you were full of cum. How many men have you screwed tonight?" I kissed him on his cheek trying to decide if I should tell him the truth or lie. I said, "What makes you think that I had sex earlier?" He kept kissing my face and said, "Look, I get turned on knowing I am with a woman that loves to fuck and fuck and fuck. I love it knowing that my lover is full of other men's cum. Nothing and I mean nothing excites me more that that. Now tell me, has it been one or two men earlier tonight?"

I said, "Well, actually, it has been almost non-stop since about 10 this morning. I have no idea exactly how many men I have had sex with today. For the last few hours I have been with at least five different men at once every hour or I should say every half hour to be honest. I have fucked so much today I am surprised that I can still climax." I could feel his cock between my legs and it was stirring, I guess he was telling me the truth, because it was obvious that he did get extremely turned on knowing I was such a slut. I said, "Hmmmmmmmm, it looks as if someone has come back for seconds. Tell me something, honey. The way you ate my cunt and sucked out all the sperm from me -- are you bisexual?" He said, "No, I just love eating out a woman who has had sex earlier, that's all." I said, "Too bad. I was hoping that you were bi. I mean, I know how you men love watching two women have sex. Well, us girls like to watch too, you know. I can picture you with a man. I can picture you right now sucking a man's dick while I watch underneath you and him. I would be sucking his balls as you got him off, you know, getting the hot sperm right from the well, so to speak."

I realized that the way I was talking was making him harder. I then said, "How long has it been since you last had a man's cock in your mouth? Can you take him all the way inside of you like I can?" His cock was really getting stiff, he said, "I, ah, what makes you think I ever sucked a man's cock?" I chuckled and said, "Honey, the way you love eating men's cum from my cunt I know you love cum, so when was the last time, baby?"

He said, "Well if you must know it was three days ago. I did it in a bookstore." I said, "Shit, I bet it was hot. Can you take it down your throat like I can?" He said, "It depends on the man." I said, "I have this real sick idea. What would you say if I told you I wanted to watch you suck off my husband upstairs in our room? He is passed out but I would love to watch you try and get him hard. What do you say?"

He was rock hard now and he began to fuck me nice and slow. He said, "You want to watch me suck off your new husband up in your room in your wedding bed and what will you be doing while this is going on?" I said, "Are you k**ding? I'll be watching and masturbating like hell, that's what I'll be doing. Now, care to place that thing of yours in something hot and wet?" I lifted my knees and as I did he adjusted himself and I felt his stiff cock enter me. We began kissing and he fucked me hard and fast. He broke the kiss and said, "Tell me, honey, tell me how many men you fucked this last hour, tell me."

I said, "I had eight complete strangers fuck me. They fucked me in my cunt, they fucked me in my asshole, and I loved it. I sucked them all and they came in my mouth, the same mouth that you have been kissing. I have been fucking all day and today is my wedding day. My husband is up in our room passed out and I am down here fucking you." I could tell that my telling him all this excited him even more. He was ramming himself in fast and hard, grunting as I talked. "When I finish fucking you, I'm going back down to the bar and pick up another man and fuck his brains out. He's going to feel your cum that you are going to give me. He might fuck my ass, or I might just suck him off. I don't care, I just want cock. Give me that great big cock of yours, fuck me, fuck me, I'm a whore, I'm a slut, I love men to fuck me, make me come, yea, yea, that's it yea, now, NOW, NOWWWWW!!!!"

My whole body shook as he buried his cock deep inside of me. He jerked as he emptied his balls again only this time instead of on the sheets I had it inside of me. He came and after awhile he pulled out of me and rolled over onto his back. I changed positions and took his very wet going limp dick in my mouth. I slowly worked it attempting to make him hard one more time. His cock kept getting softer and softer. I finally stopped and sat up, I looked at him and said, "Well, what do you think, are you game to go to my room with me and do my husband for me, so I can watch?"

He said, "Are you fucking serious? You got married today, your husband is upstairs in the honeymoon suite passed out and you want me to go up with you so you can watch me go down on him -- is that right?" I looked at him and pulled away from his limp dick. I said, "Yes, I want to watch you get him hard. I know he's asleep and he isn't going to wake up; he had enough booze to sleep all night." I stood up and reached for my blouse and skirt. I did not button my blouse I just tied it at the bottom. I went into the bathroom and I watched him as he got dressed. I waited and when he finished I got up and came out. I said, "Well, honey, what do you want to do? Want to make me happy and suck off my husband for me?"

Fuck, I listened to myself as I spoke with him, how could I ever say such a thing, let alone desire it as much as I did. He said, "If you're serious, I'll go with you, but this better not be some sort of trick. I mean there better not be anything up your sleeve to get me in your room and I get beat up or something."

I said, "No way. I have always wondered what it looked like to watch a man get off another man. This way you are taking the middle man out of the picture, you know eating men's cum from my pussy."

"OK," he said, "I have never did this with someone watching. I feel funny about doing it like that, I mean, with you watching." I took his hand and said, "Come on, honey, lets go suck some cock."

I opened our suite and my stomach was turning flips. Was peter still asleep? Would he wake up? If he did wake up how would he respond? We walked slowly into the bedroom; there he was, fast asleep, snoring very loud. I walked over to the side of the bed and pulled back the covers; he was naked just the way that we put him to bed. I turned on one of the room lights so I could watch better. Peter never stirred as my new friend knelt down next to the bed, bent over and, grabbing Peter's dick in his hand, he began to stroke it and very slowly he bent forward and took Peter's cock into his mouth. I watched as Peter just lay there snoring. My friend kept bobbing his head and I moved to one of the chairs in the bedroom and sat down opening my legs so I could play with myself as I watched.

I could tell that Peter's dick was getting hard and pretty soon the snoring stopped and I could see his hips moving up and down as my new friend held his balls and he was moaning as he worked on my husband. I sat there masturbating like crazy; I loved watching him suck my husband. It did not take long before Peter began calling out my name, "Tracy, Oh, yeah, Tracy, Tracy, oh, Yeah, Tracy." I saw him go stiff and I watched as my new friend began to swallow my husband's cum as Peter emptied himself into his mouth.

I climaxed at the exact same time. I decided I had seen enough and I got up, went over to my new friend still on his knees and said, "Let yourself out. I'm going back down to the bar." I left and went back downstairs. I saw Terry and his friends at a table. When he saw me walk in, he motioned for me to come over to him. I did and he asked, "What took you so long, doll? Did he take seconds and thirds?" I said, "No, I just rode him hard and put him away wet. I'm getting tired; I want to go up to bed."

Terry chuckled and said, "It's too early yet, babe. Waaay too early. But I'll tell you what. I want to watch you do five guys. I mean, I want you to take five different men up to their rooms, fuck them, come back down and get another. Taking two or three up at one time doesn't count. I want you to become accustomed to being fucked over and over by strangers, Now go over and pick someone up. Forget about the money, just tell them that you have to tell your boyfriend that you are going up to our room to take a nap or something. Hell, I don't care, tell him anything."

I stood up and walked to the bar, I stood there for maybe only a minute before another man offered to buy me a drink. I said, "I didn't come down here to drink. I came down here to find a man with a hard dick and I hope he knows how to use it. Do you have a hard cock, honey, and most of all, do you know how to use it?"

His eyes got as big a saucers and he said almost choking as he began to speak. "I, ah, yeah, sure I do and I sure as hell know how to use it. Lets go to my room and I'll show you just how much I do know." I said, "Wait a minute, I have to let my boyfriend know that I am going upstairs to lay down because I have a headache. I ache for a cock so bad I want to give you head." I walked to Terry's table and said, "I'll be back soon."

I walked out of the bar and the stranger from the bar was waiting for me. He said, "I wasn't sure if you were k**ding or what. I almost didn't expect you to come out. I'm on the 11th floor. If we don't hurry, I'll fucking do you right here." The elevator door opened and we went inside. The doors closed and as soon as they did, I got on my knees, unzipped his trousers and pulled out his hard cock. I have always fantasized about having sex in an elevator. I worked his cock hard and fast, he came so quick that be the time we arrived on the 11th floor when the door opened he was holding the back of my head as he squirted his sperm down my throat. I had my back to the doors, so I did not see the men standing there waiting to get on.

I immediately recognized my husband's boss's voice as he said, "My, look at her. I haven't seen a bitch that fucking horny in years. Hey, buddy, mind if we get some of that action?" Now I had been drinking but I was not drunk, I knew that the moment that Carl (my husband's boss) saw that it was me I would be at his mercy as well as Terry's. The man said as I held his now limp cock in my mouth, "We were coming up to my room, but she couldn't wait. I'm going to go back down to the bar. You two take the bitch; she is one hot fucking piece of ass." He shoved hard against my forehead and I could not stop him from pulling out of my mouth. I heard Carl say, "Come on, honey, come on to my room, I got just the thing for a hot woman like you."

I slowly got up and turned around and the look on the faces of Carl and Jason, his 17-year-old son, said it all. I said, "Hi, Carl, I can't help it." Carl quickly said, "Fuck, Tracy, where is Peter? What the fuck are you doing?" Jason and Carl helped me walk out onto the floor and Carl said, "You better come with us before someone else sees you." They took me to their room. Carl's wife was out of town on business so it was just he and his son. Once inside their room I sat on the bed with my short leather skirt, I was giving them a free show without realizing it. "Now, Tracy, tell me what you were doing in the elevator with that man. I mean, I know what you were doing, I just don't know why. Does Peter know about this?"

I looked over at his son who was staring hard at my crotch, I looked down and that is when I saw I was sitting there on the bed with my legs spread wide open and that he as well as Carl had a very clear view of my naked pussy. I said, "I can't explain why I was doing that. I know I shouldn't, but Peter is asleep and he can't do his duty tonight. I needed some action or I would have gone crazy."

Carl's expression changed as he looked at me, then he said, "Well, you're in luck then, Tracy. We were just going down to the bar to see if we could pick up some woman and bring her back up here for a good fucking. If you're game and you can keep your mouth shut, I guess we could both help each other out tonight." I gave him a very sexy smile and I said softly, "I won't tell if you won't tell." Carl stood up, dropped his trousers and moved his underpants down, exposing his half-hard dick. I did not say a word, just slid off the bed onto my knees and began to suck his cock. Jason got behind me raised up my butt and lifted my leather skirt up exposing my ass to him.

I heard a zipper un-zip and I felt his dick against my hole; I wanted him in my asshole so I adjusted my hips so he could slide into my ass. He shoved in and I felt his cock go deep inside of me. I worked my husband's boss's cock like it was pure sugar. Carl and his son both came almost at the exact same time. When they came I shot off into space with a wonderful climax. Carl and his son both pulled out of me and I just knelt there with my eyes closed enjoying the afterglow.

Carl said, "Well, that took care of that. You better get going, Tracy, before Peter comes looking for you. And you better keep your mouth shut about this; if I find out you told anyone your husband is going to be out of a fucking job." I said, "Don't worry, Carl, he will never find it out from me and unless you tell Jackie yourself she will never find out either."

I stood up and pulled my skirt down from my hips where it had gathered. I walked out and got on the elevator. I went back into the bar and picked up four more men, one at a time as ordered. I fucked one in the men's room, one in the soda-machine room because his wife was asleep in their room. The others I just took to our suite and fucked them on the couch while Peter sawed logs in the bedroom.

I felt that my pussy was just too sore to keep doing it, I looked at the time and it was 2:30 am. I shut and locked the door after the last man left. I went into the bathroom and took a long overdue bath and, of course, before I did, I sat on the pot forever, releasing air and pee as well as shit. I got all nice and clean. I lay down next to my snoring husband and I just could not go to sleep. I lay there re-living each and every man that had me today, starting with Terry and Charlie right up to the last man that I brought to our room. I counted 88 men and one boy. No wonder my legs hurt. I laid my hand on Peter's crotch and I felt his dick stir, I wondered if I could get him hard again, I felt I owed it to him. I know that the man got him off, but it was my duty, not his.

I grabbed hold of Peter's peter and help it as I softly played with it. I felt it getting hard and as I did I increased my movement of my hand and fingers. Soon Peter was stiff as a board. I sat up, then leaned over taking him in my mouth. I felt him bucking his hips up and down as he called out my name, "Tracy, Tracy, Tracy, Oh, Tracy." I felt this cock twitch and out poured his cum. I swallowed it and I knew that now I could sleep.

I woke up the next morning with one hell of a hangover; I guess that I drank more than I thought I had. I heard Peter in the living room talking on the phone, when he finished he came back to the bedroom and bounced back into bed. He saw that I was awake and he said, "Wow, what was some honeymoon last night, wasn't it? I don't remember much but I sure as hell remember taking your cherry last night. What did we do it, three maybe four times?"

I looked at him wondering just how many time that man sucked peter off, then said, "Three, honey, we did it three times and you were so terrific. You are a great lover. I just could not get enough dick last night to save my life. You are an amazing lover." Peter was happy and I was glad he was. I got up, slipped on my robe and walked out into the living room. Peter said, "I ordered breakfast, and I made this for you to help with your hangover." He handed me a bloody mary; I drank it down fast and just as I finished the doorbell rang. Peter opened the door and standing there were Carl and Jason. Peter invited them in to join us for breakfast. They did. After breakfast, Peter finished his coffee and announced that he was going to take his shower; he got up and went into the bedroom, leaving the door open, he got in the shower and began to sing and clean himself. The moment Peter was out of earshot Carl said, "Tracy, darling, Jason here wanted another piece of ass, and since I didn't get any last night I figured this morning would be fine."

I said, "I can't. Peter is in the other room; he might catch us. I just can't.' Jason said, "Oh, yes, you can. You can hurry up and fuck Dad and me right now or when Peter does get out of the shower, I will tell him everything. We decided that it would hurt you much more that it could hurt us, right, Dad?" "Right, son," Carl said

Carl said, "You better hurry. How long does Peter take a shower?" I said, "I don't know." He stood up dropped his pants and shorts, and said, "Then hurry up, stand up, bend over the couch. I get first crack at you today." I stood and walked over to the couch. Carl said, "Jason, watch for Peter. If he turns off the water, tell me." Jason said, "Sure, Dad, but hurry up. I want some too, you know." I felt Carl move in behind me and he lifted the back of my robe up exposing my naked bottom. He positioned himself and easily slid into me. He began fucking me and the thought of doing something so nasty -- being married only one day and having never had sex with my husband, but I was fucking his boss and son while he was in the shower – had me in total bliss, loving every fucking stroke of his boss's cock as it slid in and out of my fucking hot pussy.

I climaxed so hard I had to bite my lips to keep from screaming out. Soon I felt Carl climax. He pulled out and said, "Jason, hurry, get over here, she's ready for you. Is he still in the shower?" Jason said as he walked over to me, "Yeah, he's still in there."

Jason dropped his pants and this time I think he wanted to fuck me in my ass because I heard him spit and then felt wetness on my asshole. He pushed in too hard and I had to bring my hand up to my mouth to muffle my screams. Jason fucked me hard again and fast as hell. The hurt quickly went away and pleasure began spreading throughout my body. We all heard the shower stop at the same time. Jason did not pull out of me; he kept pounding away at my ass. Carl came over and said, "Hurry up, k**, he's about to come out of the bathroom." Jason did not pay any attention to his dad; he just kept pounding