My Bride

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This is a naughty story, though it happened quite a few years ago. It's
a story of how my best friend managed to get into the pants of my
conservative bride with my unwitting help. He took full advantage of
the situation and wound up doing many a kinky thing with her. At first
I did not know what was going on, but eventually found out, or rather
was told - no more correctly, shown - that my conservative uptight
wife was in fact a slut.

In the 1970s the sexual revolution was in full swing and worry about
AIDs did not exist. I had just graduated from college and had gotten a
pretty good job with a company car and all. In my last year of college
I had hooked up with a beautiful Asian girl. We were getting married.
She had been dating a friend of mine when we first met but they broke
up. We met during a campaign for the student government. Her boyfriend
and I were running for student Senator on the same party ticker.

Frank, her boyfriend, was quite the dog. He was short but had a way
with the ladies. Well Jean didn't go for his philandering. After we
had been going out for awhile she told me that he did get her cherry
(though not in those words). He was apparently a kinky little dude as
she told me of one of her most embarrassing experiences. They were at
a party and he was horny. So he took her out into the backyard,
started to feel her up in the dark. He managed to pull her dress up so
he could touch her pussy. He managed to do her right there on a table
in the dark. She said that she was sure that some of the other people
attending the party saw them. She wasn't really sure about it, but I
could tell that the very thought shocked and embarrassed her (though I
was not sure that it didn't turn her on a little. After all why did
she focus on that particular event?).

Jean was a very attractive 20 year college student when we met. We
were married only 2 years later. About 5'2", 95 pounds, long black
hair, very cute face, and a typical deadly Asian body. Not big tits
(about 33) but very well proportioned with fantastic legs and a great
bubble butt. She was fairly conservative in those swinging days. She
never even wore mini-skirts. She might wear a skirt above the knee but
not by very much. Generally, she wore jeans as did most college
students in those days, just like now. Some things never change.

We went out for about a month before I ever got in her pants. She had
consented to giving me the occasional hand job, but this was to deter
me from the primary target.

One night we were fooling around in my apartment - my two roommates
were out. That was when I found out the secret that would lead to a
pretty kinky lifestyle. As we were kissing we got more and more turned
on and hands would wander. As usual I went for the tits, managing to
get her bra unsnapped. As I was sucking her cute little tits old Roman
hands and Russian fingers (I was an international kind of guy!) went
between her legs as I had done often before. But this time she was
wearing a skirt rather than the usual jeans.

She had always shaken me off before by stopping my hand with her hand,
or simply moving it. But this time with a skirt on, I was able to get
my hand under her skirt and on her panty-covered pussy much quicker
and with more touch than was possible through jeans. Almost as soon as
I managed to touch her clit her legs just flopped open like I hit an
"open" button. It was unbelievable. I have never run into anything
like it since but there it was.

What I learned that night was that all I needed to do was touch her
clit through her panties or less, and she was in automatic leg spread
mode. It was like she went into a trance. From hesitant, having to be
convinced, to "do me" "do me" "do me"- mode in a matter of seconds. As
I massaged her clit she became very wet and her panties were soaked.
For the first time I was able to get my index finger into her hot
tight little pussy. I slipped my fingers under her panty leg at first.
Man when I hit home it was great. She started moaning and twisting and
turning. I was no dummy. I went immediately to sliding those sexy
little bikini panties off. This same girl who before had never let me
get any closer than rubbing her through her jeans-covered pussy,
actually lifted her delicious little ass to assist my sliding her
panties off.

Soon I had two and then three fingers up her twat. I was stretching
her out in fine fashion and she was getting hotter all the time. But I
noticed when I pulled my hand away she started to regain control. I
figured if I was going to get what I wanted I had to get my own pants
unzipped and my underwear pulled down with one hand. Not to bore you
with details that are of little interest, but it was awkward and upon
reflection more than a little embarrassing trying to get my pants off
without her catching on. At least for me in the real world, it never
works quite as smoothly and sensually as most of the stories here seem
to suggest. Ah the painful difference between fantasy and reality.

I finally got my pants down around my ankles. As you would expect from
a 20 year old, I was hard as a rock. I am adequately endowed - 7
inches, medium girth, but certainly no monster cock. I know that
doesn't sound as sexy as the 12 inch cocks thick as coke cans but it
is the unfortunate reality. I slid between her legs which were
conveniently spread wide. I rubbed the head of my cock around her
pussy lips, but only for a few seconds. This was my first lay, and
needless to say control was beginning to be a problem. Before she knew
it I slid my cock deep in her wet warm cunt. Since I had stretched her
out more than adequately with my fingers, this was a quick painless
entry. But by the time I was pumping her, she didn't have any
complaints anyway. I started slow, deep stroking her but soon shifted
to pounding her for all I was worth. We had not taken any precautions
but man by that time I was not thinking logically. I came in her like
a race horse. Not surprisingly at that age I stayed hard as a rock
ready to go again. But when I came it broke the trance and she
panicked with thoughts of pregnancy. She sat up and ended the action
right there as she chastised me, rightly, for not taking precautions.

That ended the night but what I learned was going to make a big
difference in our sex life, and shortly, a much bigger difference in
her sex life. Remember, I said she had had only one lover before me.
He was described to me as small. She was impressed with my size. Boy
was she in for a surprise. She did get on the pill shortly thereafter.

My roommates at the time were two high school friends, JB and Jack.
They had come from the Midwest to join me in Hawaii. While none of us
were exactly Don Juans, I did manage to succeed quite a bit better
than my close friends with the ladies. In fact, after this night it
was a fairly regular procedure for Jean and I to retire to my bedroom
in the apartment while the boys were watching TV. It never occurred to
me at the time, but it was pretty difficult for these guys to see me
go screwing for hours in my bedroom with a beautiful girl when all
they had was five finger Mary to help out.

After graduation, the three of us moved to our own apartments as we
pursued our careers, such as they were. We did stay in contact,
particularly JB and I. When Jean and I didn't get together (which
wasn't often) JB and I would go out to bars. In Hawaii their version
of the girly bar at the time was what we called Korean bars (not
necessarily Korean hostesses though often they were). Hostesses would
sit with you and try to manipulate you into buying them grossly
overpriced drinks. Depending on the bar, the night and the atmosphere,
customers would get a little titty feel, maybe even a little feel of
the pussy or a hand job if you were a big spender and so on. All in
exchange for dollars.

As plans for the wedding went forward, JB decided he would make
arrangements for my bachelor party. He contacted my working buddies
and they decided to take me on a tour of Korean bars. What I didn't
know at the time was that JB had lusted after Jean from the first time
he met her. JB was a big guy - 6'4", 250 pounds, a former football
defensive lineman. I am 6'5" but much slimmer at about 195. He also
was a bit crude. He barely made it through college and worked in a
blue collar job. But he was my best friend. He was to be my best man.

As we went from bar to bar I was getting progressively drunker. I was
not that big a drinker, and usually wound up as what is now called the
designated driver. But not that night. We started out about 7 pm and
went until they closed the bars at 2 am. I was introduced as the
groom- to-be at all the bars and got a few lap dances and feelies etc
but nothing very serious. But as I got drunk I tended to talk much
more than I usually did.

By the last bar the group was down to me and JB. By this time he was
asking very personal intimate questions about Jean and me. He wanted
to know if she was multi-orgasmic, whether she sucked cock, did she
swallow, how long did we screw, did she fantasize about large cocks,
how many lovers had she had and so on. Well during this grilling he
got around to asking about how I got her turned on. I had never really
spoken quite this openly or this crudely with JB or anyone else for
that matter about Jean.

But I was drunk and answering questions with nary a thought. So
naturally I went into great detail about Jean's big turn-on. I told JB
about how difficult she was, playing hard to get all the time, and
never initiating the action. But then I found her secret. If I could
get my hand on her panty-covered pussy, particularly touch her clit,
it was an automatic go button. Her legs flopped open, her resistance
not only left, but turned into aggressive heat. I revealed that for
quite awhile when we were first going out I never fucked her. But when
I found the secret I managed to do her whenever I wanted.

At the time it seemed just innocent man talk. But JB was listening
very carefully. He wanted Jean, and didn't really care if she was my
fiancée or wife. He now had the information that he needed to succeed.
I found out later that from that very minute of the conversation he
devised his plan to get into Jean's panties as soon as possible. He
was a kinky dude, and now had the information to act out those
fantasies that most young men, hell most old men, have.

He always bragged about his "big dick" and how he loved to stretch out
the chicks. I knew this was mostly talk about "stretching out chicks"
as he had few dates while we were in college and not much more
afterward. Truthfully I didn't ever notice his cock size. We played
sports together and showered in the gym but most guys don't really
ever check out other guys. But I was to learn more than I really ever
thought I would very soon.

As the Best Man, JB's job was to get me to the church on time the next
day. He dropped me off at my apartment that night. Jean and I did not
live together. We would be moving into our apartment together the day
after the wedding. We had the apartment though, and that was where I
was living for about 2 weeks before the wedding. But no, Jean did not
think it right that we have sex in the apartment before she moved in.
Screwing in a car when you are 6'5" at the drive-in loses a lot of its
appeal when you are used to a bed.

Anyway the next day JB picked me up about noon and took me to the
church. We were getting married at a fine large church not far from
downtown Honolulu. The night before I had told JB about the room off
on one side and at the back of the church where Jean would be putting
on the final touches before walking down the aisle. As you may be able
to tell, I was giving out a lot of information that wasn't really
anybody's business, but JB was my best friend.

I got the balance of the story on what happened that day only later
from JB. When we got to the church I was immediately taken up with
family business, talking to my in-laws, my own family, and others. I
didn't really notice it but JB disappeared at the time.

It turned out that he moved slyly to the back of the church to scout
out the bride's waiting room. He watched as the bride's maids came out
giggling and talking with Jean. Then finally my mother in-law left the
room. JB made his move. He knocked on the door. When Jean asked "Who
is it?" he told her it was him, and he wanted to talk very quickly
with her about her big day. He made like he was a big brother wanting
to wish her well on the biggest day of her life.

She let him in the room. By the time he got in the room he later told
me, she was in full bridal regalia. He went over to her and put his
arm around her and spoke softly to her as they sat down on a small
divan in the room. He sat down with her on his left. She was sitting
upright away from the back of the couch which he said played exactly
into his plans. He leaned back and pulled her back all the time
telling her how close he felt to her and me, and how we were going to
be best friends for all our lives. As she fell back with an "Oh!", her
dress puffed up a little giving him the opening he was looking for.

He shot his right hand under her dress and went straight to her panty
covered pussy. He immediately massaged her clit with his fingers, and
as he later said, like magic, her legs spread wide immediately. She
tried to scold him and push him off, but her juices were already
flowing and she wound up slumping back on the couch hunching her
moistening pussy upward.

He massaged her clit for a few minutes then slipped his hand under the
leg hole and slipped a finger right onto her pussy. He continued
massaging her clit with his thumb and then slipped two fingers into
her rapidly moistening cunt. His fingers were quite a bit thicker than
mine, and he said she complained at first but soon was lost in the
trance-like state I had told him about. Her legs simply went wider and
she hunched her hips on his fingers moaning and at the same time
telling him to stop. Like that was going to slow him down!

He pushed her white long wedding up so much that he later told me he
couldn't see her face. She had on very sexy silk white bikini panties.
He shifted to his left hand to rub her wet and getting wetter pussy,
while he used his right hand to grab the top of panties and pull them
off. He said that as they got close to her ass, he thrust three
fingers into her and just lifted her up a little. After getting her
panties off, he wisely had his right hand free to unbuckle his own
pants and take them off. He said he was so excited that he just
managed to push his pants (which I was paying for as rental of his tux
for the wedding party) in a rough fashion to his knees.

He then rolled over her, between her widespread legs. He had been
working on her pussy for a few minutes and it was wet, and stretched
from finger action. He said he when he was on his knees, his cock was
about level with her pussy hanging off the front of the couch. He
slipped the head in quite quickly, but he was indeed quite a bit
bigger than she had ever had. He said it took it little awhile,
pushing and pulling his cock to finally get it fully embedded in her.

He then began giving her the fucking of her life (his description) . He
said that he started slow with long strokes and talked dirty to her.
He was telling her how wet and tight she was. Then he told her how
easy she was, what with her getting married in an hour or so and here
she was getting fucked by the best man. "So tell me now Jean, who is
the BEST man?" he asked her as he rammed it in.

Jean alternately tried to push him off and tell him to get off, but he
said it was a bit half-hearted. As she began to moan and get into the
rhythm he started slamming his big cock into her with some vengeance.
He was telling her that he felt it was his duty as best man to ensure
that she had all the elements she needed for a successful wedding: she
would have something borrowed (his cock), used (her pussy), and blue
(her well fucked black and blue pussy) when he was done.

He had no intention of pulling out as he later told me. He was kinked
out by the idea of the bride walking down the aisle with his cum
dripping down her legs. He was certainly reaching spots in her pussy
that I had never hit and he said that Jean was doing everything in her
power to stay quiet. He then told her he was going to cum in her, and
then pumped extra deep and held his pelvis to her pussy very tightly.
He said as he spurted he could tell she was feeling him as she wiggled
a little each spurt. He was convinced that she was orgasming as he
pumped a big load into her sweet little pussy. When he was done, he
just stayed on top of her for awhile savoring the great and kinky fuck.

Jean got more and more frantic trying to push him off. Finally he
pulled out, and said that there was a real gusher of cum that trailed
out with a string hanging from his cock to her pussy. Jean by this
time was scolding him in a very low soft voice but she was visibly
upset. "Oh God, JB what have you done?" she sniffled.

"Well I gave you the fucking of your life, you little slut. Man you
are tight as a 16 year old virgin. What's the matter, doesn't Doug
fuck you enough or is he a pencil dick? You liked having a big dick
shoved up your hot cunt didn't you?"

"Don't talk to me like that. You shouldn't have done that. Doug really
turns me on because he knows what he is doing. You're just an animal."

"Bullshit you little bitch. Don't try to lie to someone who just
plowed you deeper and harder than you have ever been screwed before.
You got wetter and started cumming when I pumped my cum into you. Too
bad you're on the pill or I am sure that deep plowing would have left
a junior JB in you."

"How did you know I am on the pill?"

"How do you think? Doug told me when I got him good and drunk last
night and pumped him for information. I knew that all I needed to do
was get my hand on your pussy and you were mine. Your true love told
me exactly how to seduce and fuck you. You loved it, you little whore.
You know that I was hitting places that your hubby-to-be never got
close to."

JB didn't really care about her complaints at the time. He called her
she a whore because she was so easy. Even as the cum was dripping out
of her onto the back of her wedding gown, he wasn't done. He stood up,
grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face down toward his cock.
He told her to clean him up so that he didn't smell up in his new tux.
At first she resisted, but as he pulled her hair back it forced her
mouth open. He jammed his cock in and told her to suck it all clean. I
guess by this time she had little choice, and cleaned him with her
tongue. He made her drink it down rather than try to spit it out.

Then just as he was pulling his cock out of her mouth, her mother
knocked on the door to ask if she was ready. He slipped into a small
closet, almost too small for him to fit, and Jean opened the door and
told her mother she was fine. Her mother said they would be starting
in about 15-20 minutes and needed to find JB. Then Jean closed the door.

JB laughed and said "Why didn't you invite your mom in? Maybe she'd
like to see the big cock that was the first to score with you on your
wedding day."

Jean was distraught about someone finding out. JB was more concerned
about humiliating her it seemed. He was going to take her panties as a
trophy but she begged him to let her wear them. Otherwise she would
have been dripping all down her legs onto her nice new garter that we
would later be throwing out at the reception. So he relented but
insisted on putting the panties back on her. He made her lift her legs
one at a time as he put the panties on. Then he pulled them up and
patted them over her pussy. He said that there was so much cum that
they were slightly damp even as he patted her.

Getting JB out of the room without anyone seeing him became her
all-consuming challenge. She had to open the door and check the
outside four times before she gave JB an all clear. As he was leaving,
JB kissed her and asked her if she liked being stretched out by a real
cock. He told her there would be a lot more where that came from. She
spit back at him "No there won't." Little did she know.

At the time of course I didn't have a clue about what had happened.
About 10 minutes before things were to start, I found JB walking up on
a sidewalk on the side of the church.

"Where have you been? Janet(my mother in law) is frantic looking for you."

"Oh I just wanted to take a little private time with Jean and tell her
what a lucky guy you were and how I would be there if she ever needed
anything. I really gave her a serious insight into what our lifelong
relationship will be like."

"Thanks bud. That was real nice of you." Or so I thought.

Interestingly enough I never noticed anything amiss during the
ceremony or even with the first kiss of the bride. Don't know how she
got the smell of all that sperm off her breath. After the wedding we
piled into a limousine and headed for the hotel where the reception
was being held. At the hotel Jean and I were in the reception line
greeting the guests. JB did manage to kiss the bride in a quite
friendly way I thought. But he was getting drunk and was exercising
"Best Man privileges" on every female in the place. I know that he
managed to get Jean's best friend, Gwen, the maid of honor, into quite
a kissing match because Jean remarked how shocked her mother was when
she saw it.

It turned out that JB got more than a bit of French kissing with Gwen.
He conned her into going out on a balcony and worked her over pretty
good. He got his hand under her dress and felt her pussy up for an
extended time. He later told me that she did not swoon like Jean, but
eventually did get very turned on. Her boyfriend was otherwise
occupied with friends in the reception while JB was taking full
advantage. He pulled her down the stairs into bushes which were up
against the wall of the hotel just outside the ballroom. He got her
panties off, bent her over and fucked her right there outside. She was
also a tiny girl (about 5' 90 pounds) and he said she was tight as
hell but as he described it:

"I loosened her up but good. Her boyfriend wasn't going to get much
feeling that night when he fucked her, because I stretched her little
hole out with a man-sized cock and filled her with a big load of cum."
He made her clean his cock off with her mouth before they came back
into the reception. He thought it was funny because if you looked
carefully you could tell that her bride's maid dress was soiled where
her knees rested on it while on her knees in the bushes both getting
fucked and licking his dick clean. She had tried to clean the dress
off, but where the dirt had been ground into the dress it was still
obvious. I noticed only because JB told me and pointed it out. He was
not entirely forthcoming about the day's events but was proud of doing
the maid of honor even as her boyfriend was at the reception. I
suspect that he was even prouder of doing the bride but at the time he
didn't mention that!

While at the reception the JB got to talking with the events manager
who coordinated the whole affair. It was actually a pretty big event
with over 300 guests, a 9 course Chinese dinner, band, etc. In
conversation it turned out that Jeff, the manager, was very taken with
my new bride. Jean was friendly but a bit standoffish. Some people
interpreted it as arrogance. It wasn't really but that impression
motivated people to try to get back at her in someway, especially men.
She was the kind of beautiful girl who unknowingly flirted a little by
being friendly but then made it clear that that was a far as it went.
Men tend to think about such women, "Man I would love to give her a
good fucking just to show her."

Well JB understood that while he had banged her but good, he still
didn't have anything he could hold over her to ensure repeat business.
He asked Jeff if he had a Polaroid camera. Of course he did as they
liked to take pictures of various functions. That was enough to
trigger another devious plan. He asked Jeff if he would like to fuck
the bride in her wedding dress. Naturally Jeff jumped at that chance.
So they hatched a plan taking advantage of Jeff's knowledge of the
facilities.

Jeff went up to Jean and told her that he needed to see her when she
had a spare moment. He directed her to a room off the side of the
ballroom. The room was usually locked up as a storage room, but Jeff
had unlocked it and JB and Jeff had arranged some of the boxes and a
table.

Jean came into the room only to find JB there. He cut off her exit to
the door and grabbed her up in a bear hug/kiss. While she struggled
mightily, he slipped his hand under her dress once again and went
straight for the panty covered pussy. As he began to massage her clit
through her thin panties she once again went into leg spread mode. He
maneuvered her over to a table they had set up inside the room. He
pushed her down on her back onto the table while massaging her clit.

Jean was quite upset and scolded JB without raising her voice. She
didn't want to alert anyone who might come in and catch her
inflagrante indelicto.

"Don't do this again JB. Damn you, someone might come in or hear us.
Please I couldn't stand that."

But the complaints soon turned into moans as her legs spread wider and
wider under her bride's dress. JB pushed her dress up over her head
but not just to gain better access to her pussy. Jeff stepped out with
his Polaroid camera (this was well before video or digital cameras
were available) and started taking rather incriminating pictures of JB
playing with the bride's pussy in a storage room on a plain table. JB
played the whole game - pulling her panty leg aside while he shoved
fingers in her cunt, finally pulling the panties down and spreading
her legs for the photos while manipulating her wet little pussy with
his fingers. But they realized that the pictures wouldn't do much good
without her face, so JB pulled her to a sitting position even as he
was working her pussy over with his fingers. Jeff got a number of
shots clearly showing who the bride was, what was happening, and who
the guy was who was taking liberties.

Jean was shocked and JB said it seemed she came close to crying (Jean
never cried. She was a tough, very in control person (at least when no
one was playing with her clit).

"What the hell are you guys doing? Don't take any pictures!! Please,
oh God what is happening? JB, please you can't let anyone ever know
what we did today. It's not fair. I didn't mean for it to happen. I
don't want to hurt Doug. Please."

JB tired of the talk though as pushed her back down to take care of
business. He pushed his pants down and started rubbing his big fat
cock on her pussy. He told me later that he was surprised that she was
not simply soaking after having cum in her only hours before. She was
wet but not as wet as he expected. We figured her body must have
absorbed most of the cum from before. As he started to slide his cock
in he directed Jeff in taking pictures. (I eventually did see the
pictures some time later. They were kinky, detailed, very sexy, and
surprisingly good quality. Close-ups of her pussy getting massaged,
then 1,2,3, and even 4 fingers ramming in and out, and finally a
number of pictures of a large cock rubbing on her pussy lips, and then
a series of the cock sliding into her.)

As JB pushed her back down onto the table and Jeff finished with his
picture taking, he went around to her head which she was holding up
from hanging off the end of the table. He grabbed her head and waved
his cock in her face. At first she resisted, saying no way. But JB
told her to loosen up."

"Open your mouth slut. Your may talking like you don't want it, but
your pussy is telling a different story. It is squeezing my big dick
harder than any whore I've ever bonked. I know you like getting it
especially from big dicks. I can feel you hot tight little box milking
my cock. Take good care of my friend. Besides just consider this an
additional tip over an above the cash your husband will be giving him."

Finally Jeff grabbed a handful of hair and she opened her mouth as her
head hung over the edge of the table. He rammed his cock into her
mouth and told her to suck. Jean had never deep throated anyone or
anything. I'm not even sure she had experience sucking much cock up to
that point. But the boys were determined to teach her. Jeff took some
very graphic pictures of her face with his cock jammed between her
lips. Her lipstick was visible on his cock in some of the pictures. He
moved her head around with his hands trying to find the right angle to
get his cock down her throat. He was not as big as JB. What I would
call "normal" sized, about 6-7 inches, normal width.

Jean was resisting his efforts to locate a good angle to get his cock
entirely down her throat. You have to remember this was about the time
of Deep Throat, and that was that was the goal of most guys.

JB finally said: "Don't worry about her. Just jam it in her face and
down her throat. She can take it. She is a cock loving slut and this
is just the beginning of what is going to be a cock filled life from
now on."

Jean winced when she heard JB talking about her in that way but it
would get worse. Jeff finally just grabbed her head and crammed his
cock down her throat. JB later told me that Jean's eyes bulged out and
she gagged a little as Jeff pushed more and more of his cock into her
mouth. He was telling her to relax her throat or it was going to be
painful. Apparently she did as instructed though because Jeff was able
to get his entire cock down her throat without her gagging much or
throwing up. He then just proceeded to fuck her face with what JB
described as a vicious slamming action. His pelvic bone was actually
hitting her on the nose with each thrust. He didn't last long though
and filled her stomach, throat, and mouth with a big load of cum.

When Jean tried to spit some out, Jeff grabbed her and said "Swallow
it all bitch. We are going to fill your little stomach so you won't be
hungry for any of that Chinese food tonight. He held her head straight
so she couldn't turn it to the side to spit anything out to clear her
mouth." When he pulled his cock out of her mouth, he grabbed it and
squeezed cum onto her face telling her she better lick it clean or he
would drip it on her wedding dress. He got a number of pictures of her
tongue stretching out to lick the end of his cock of all the cum. It
may have helped Jean somewhat that just about the time that Jeff was
cumming in her mouth, JB slammed full length into her pussy, pushing
her legs back till her knees were at her ears, and came in her at the
same time. He swears that when he deep strokes her and slams it as far
as it will go up her, that she cums. He can feel her pussy walls
squeezing his fat cock.

He waited for Jeff to pull out of her mouth and get the camera again
before he pulled out. He wanted Jeff to get pictures of him slowly
sliding out of her, then get a closeup of her cum filled pussy. Jeff
got some great graphic shots once again. As JB pulled out, there was a
little gusher of cum that surged out of her pussy and down the crack
of her ass onto her wedding dress. Once again though JB's cock was
soaked and he wanted Jean to clean it up.

He went around the table and slapped her face with his large cock. I
did subsequently see that cock in action, but it was pretty clear from
the pictures that he was well endowed. About 10 inches long, and what
was most impressive was its girth. It was much wider than most cocks I
have ever seen. And he was proud of it. He liked to talk about the
damage he could do to pussies.

He held his cock away from her mouth, making her lick it with an
extended tongue. It made for great pictures. Meanwhile Jeff was not
losing time as he went for his chance at sloppy seconds. Jean's legs
were still spread but as he moved between them she tried to close
them. He roughly grabbed both thighs and pushed them apart, telling her:

"Listen you little slut. You are never to try to close your legs when
someone wants to fuck you. Keep your legs spread wide at every
opportunity. We don't want to ever hear that you refused to fuck
someone. You are a slut and a whore."

When he said that, he gave JB a $20 bill saying "Thanks JB. She was
worth it. Now I'm going to drop another load in her." And he did.

While in describing it, it seems like a long time, all this actually
took only about 10 or 15 minutes. They had locked the door when Jean
came in, but did monitor the reception noise. Just as Jeff was dumping
his load in her, they heard some girls outside the door talking about
the pending toss of the brides bouquet. It is tradition to throw the
flowers to the single women. Tradition holds that the one who catches
the bouquet will be the next one to get married.

After the bouquet toss for the women, there is a ceremonial garter
toss for the men. The garter has money pinned to it and there is
generally quite a struggle to catch it. JB and Jeff thought that the
garter toss would be a lot of fun this time, because the bride was so
full of cum that it was likely to drip down her legs onto the garter.

The way it works is that the bride sits on a chair while the new
husband reaches up under the skirt to pull the garter off before
throwing it. JB and Jeff were kidding around with Jean held down
between them:

"Imagine ole Doug slipping his hands up her legs only to find that
they are very sticky. If he pulls the garter off and it is covered in
cum how do you think he'll react?! Just think if he throws it and cum
flies off it in flight. Hate to get hit in the eye with a load of cum
at a wedding!!"

This time Jeff wanted to keep Jean's panties when they were done
working her over. But once again, Jean begged to keep them after
hearing their ribald taunting. While her panties were hardly clean,
they at least managed to hold back most of the cum from dripping down
her legs. The guys put the panties back on while holding her down on
the table. Naturally each managed to get in more feels as they slipped
the panties on. After patting her now very wet panty soaked pussy they
finally let her up. JB talked to her as she was going for the door.

"Jean you are an unbelievable slut. I have never found or heard of
anyone easier in my life."

"I am not easy. Oh please JB, don't tell anyone. I don't know what
happens when I get touched there. It's like I lose all control. Please
don't tell anyone. I am not really easy. I have never slept around.
Doug was only my second lover."

"You ARE too easy to believe. Shit here you have been married about 3
hours and already you have doubled the number of people who have
fucked your precious little pussy. I love banging your tight little
pussy. And you love my big cock driven deep inside. I think we may
just have to take your pills away from you and make a baby or two or
three or four!! I've got these pictures now. If you don't want anyone
else to see them, you will do what I want when I want. And don't
worry, I know from the feel of your hot little cunt that you are going
to like getting fucked regularly by my big cock. Maybe I'll find some
other big ones to stretch you out. In a couple years, Doug won't be
able to feel a thing when he fucks you. I am warning you, be careful
about putting guys down. I may just wind up letting those who are
scorned fuck the daylights out of you. You are going to make a great
little whore."

"How can you talk to me like that? How could you do these things to
me? Doug is your best friend. You have known each other for years.
Don't you know this will hurt him?"

"Well, that it may, but the feel of your tight pussy on my big cock
will help me forget that part! Ha ha ha By the way, its time you buy
some mini-skirts and very skimpy panties. I don't want to have any
trouble getting access to MY pussy when I want. I have gone through
blue balls hell the last couple of years watching Doug take you back
to his bedroom while Jim and I sat alone watching TV. Flaunting that
tight little body at me. Now you will pay the piper."
They let Jean out the door and then all went back into the ballroom
just in time. Jean's mother came running over asking her where she had
been. Jean told her she drank too much and had to go to the bathroom
for awhile. The bouquet toss went off without a hitch. The gal who
caught the bouquet worked with Jean at the store where she was a
manager. JB made every effort to get into her panties as well that
night. But he didn't succeed. She had the good sense not to get drunk.

About 10 minutes after the bouquet toss, there were shouts for the
garter toss. Traditionally the bride puts the garter fairly high up on
her thigh to afford her new hubby a little playing time and to
titillate the men at the wedding reception. While conservative, Jean
was not an uptight prude so I was surprised when I found the garter
just slightly above her knee. Oh well, there was plenty of time for
fooling around later. Besides I suspect now that I know what went on,
that if she put it too far up her leg that it would indeed have been
sticky!

As the reception wound down I was looking forward to getting my new
bride up in the wedding suite. The hotel gave us the suite for having
the reception there. First though we went to her parents house to sort
through the wedding gifts. Everything was well organized for keeping
records of who gave what so we could send intelligent thank you notes.
Jean was a fast rising manager for a major department store and used
her organizational skills to the utmost. JB and the wedding party came
up to the house with us.

As we readied to go back to the hotel, JB and the other male members
of the wedding party - George, Jack, and Blake - volunteered to drive
us back. I was a little tipsy and thought it was probably a good idea.
On the way back Jean and I were in the back seat and I was trying to
fool around. She was strangely distant, but I guess that was just
because she did not want me feeling her cum-filled pussy and getting
suspicious.

The bridal suite was fabulous. There was a large living room separate
from the master bedroom suite. The guest bathroom was accessible by a
short hallway that went beside the bedroom. The whole party came with
us up to the suite and immediately began drinking and talking in the
living area. At the time I didn't really notice it, but they made
special efforts to get me involved it the conversation with stories
etc. My bride excused herself and went off to the bedroom to clean up
(far more necessary than I suspected).

As we were drinking, JB stood up to go to the bathroom. By this time
the conversation was quite animated, a bit ribald, and a lot of
laughing. I learned later that this was all part of JB's plan. The
other wedding party participants had lusted after Jean as much as JB.
When he told them that he could arrange to have their fantasies
fulfilled, no one believed him. However, they were willing to go
along, "just in case he wasn't full of shit."

As we were talking, JB was letting himself into the bedroom. He said
that he caught Jean coming out of the shower drying her hair. Before
she had a chance to move he grabbed her bare pussy and began his
massage. By this time he knew exactly what she liked and what worked
and despite feeble protests had her in spread leg mode in a matter of
seconds. He carried her over to the bed and really started to work her
sore little pussy over with his fingers. She was soon moaning, tossing
and turning, unable to keep her legs together. He laid her down and
started sucking on her nice little titties while working on her pussy.
He moved down and licked her pussy getting her really hot because he
had yet another devious plan in mind.

About five minutes after JB left, Jack got up and walked toward the
bathroom. I should have figured out that something was going on. I
mean there was only one bathroom, but honestly it never occurred to
me. I was drunk and was playing the role of life-of-the- party. I
didn't notice that JB had been gone for awhile. I was drinking and
entertaining.

As he got to the bedroom, Jim peeked in and saw JB working my new
little bride over on the wedding bed. JB caught his eye, and signalled
him to come in. As Jim was coming in, JB climbed up on top of Jean,
straddling her with his cock at her mouth.

"Suck it slut. You need another load of healthy cum. Do it quickly and
no one will ever suspect a thing."

Meanwhile Jim was dropping his pants and pulling out his cock. Not as
big as JB's but a healthy 6-7 inch piece of meat. He was jacking it
off as he approached the bed where Jean's widely spread leg faced him.
JB realized that in his position it was not easy for Jim to get access
to his target area so he slipped off to the side, laying on his side
with his cock still in Jean's mouth. Jack didn't waste any time as
they had previously discussed the need for speed. He crawled between
Jean's legs and pulled her legs up over his shoulders. As he held his
cock, he rubbed it around Jean's pussy getting it in place. As soon as
he got the head lodged, he rammed his cock in hard and fast.

Jean just about jumped through the ceiling when she felt someone else
touching her. She couldn't see what was going on, but could tell that
it couldn't be JB. But soon Jack was deep in her, and as he laid down
on top of her he began talking in her ear.

"I've been wanting to do this since the first time I saw you. You are
an incredibly sexy woman with a great body. I never thought I would
get to fuck anyone as nice as you in my life. Who would ever have
guessed that you were so easy? JB tells me that you are the easiest
piece of ass he ever tried to bed. Jean the slut. What a great
development. JB says you like big cocks. How to you like mine jammed
in your hot pussy. JB said you were tight, but you don't feel all that
tight right now. Guess JB has been pumping you all day, huh? What a
slut. Who ever would have guessed that Jean would be a leg-spreading
cock sucking cum swallowing slut? I love it. Me and the boys are going
to leave you with some presents for your husband. After we fill you
full, I want you to convince your husband to eat you out."

Jack didn't last long. Just as he was finishing his little talk, he
slammed into her very hard, actually banging her head on the
headboard, just a he came in her. He had not been laid for weeks, and
it was a big load. Naturally he wanted to make as big a mess as
possible. After squirming his dick in her with a few more thrusts, he
suddenly pulled out causing a gusher of cum to spill out onto the bed
as his cock pulled out.

"So who is going to get the wet spot tonight, slut. Of course,
normally the wet spot only occurs AFTER you've had sex. How are you
going to explain this to Doug? Ha ha ha"

But before he left, Jack also wanted his cock cleaned. JB vacated her
mouth to allow Jack to jam his sperm covered cock in her mouth telling
her to clean it up nice. He didn't want to get his pants sticky when
he had a nice wet mouth to clean his dirty cock with.

They realized that they were running a little long, so JB pulled
Jean's legs up and pushed them back to her ears and he jammed his
monster cock into her yet again. He had already cum quite a bit that
day and had a hard time cumming again until he started to talk real
dirty to her, telling her what he was going to do to her. Jack left to
signal Blake and George that their time was coming up.

As he was slamming his huge cock into her, JB was telling Jean: "I
know you like this big cock. You were creaming over Jack's cock too,
you two bit slut. When I told the boys I could arrange for them to
fuck the daylights out of you, they jumped at the chance. Nobody
thought that ice queen Jean would ever give it up. Well ice queen,
your new name is microwave slut! You know that Jim will be back in the
days, week, and months ahead to get some of this sweet pussy. But in
the interim you sweet little slut, you are going to be helping me out
in business. You know those gamblers I let use my apartment? Well I
owe them money that I don't have. Guess who is going to pay them with
what? Your hot little pussy is going to be working double time with
those lowlives. But don't worry I am sure they have nice big cocks and
lots of cum for you. And oh yes, I have a big black dude in my
cleaning crew at night. I would love to see his black cock sliding
into you. Your soft light skin and his big dark black body will be a
great contrast. All these blue collar guys are going to love fucking
little Miss Chaste upper class snooty booty."

Then just as he slammed full length and started cumming, Blake stepped
in the room. Blake was shocked and didn't know quite what to do at
first. JB saw him and waved him over the head of the bed.

"Take her head and stuff your cock in her mouth. She's a cocksucking
little slut who will give you a blow job for the ages. And don't worry
she'll swallow every drop, won't you bitch?"

Blake didn't waste a minute as he grabbed her head and rammed his cock
home. He also had dreamed of deep-throating (that damned movie) and
since he had a slut he could do with as he pleased it was going to be
her job to do it. JB told him to grab her ears and force his cock down
her throat if she gave him any trouble. So he did.

He didn't last long either, but as he was pumping her mouth, JB
figured he better scram as he had already been gone almost 20 minutes.
When he came back into the room, I noticed and said, "What happened,
you fall in?" He replied that in a manner of speaking, yes he did fall
in. We all had a good laugh, though only later I found out it was a
laugh at my expense.

As Blake was cumming virtually straight into Jean's stomach he began
moaning and talking:

"Oh god you little slut. What a great mouth you have. My wife won't
give me a blow job. You won't mind if I come by and get them from you
will you.? Take it all you little whore, here it comes."

He held her head steady as he pumped her throat with his stiff cock.
He never dreamed he would be getting a piece of this fine Asian ass,
and was ecstatic. Blake's wife was fat and a bitch. And here he was
ramming the mouth of a beautiful new bride, before her husband even
got a shot at her that day.

By this time Jean was dirty and covered in cum. The bed was soaked
with cum stains. Blake grabbed her by the hair and yanked her out of
bed. He loved having power over a women since his wife basically ran
his life.

"Get cleaned up bitch. You stink. You expect me to put my nice clean
dick in a dirty slut like you. Not until you are squeaky clean. Take a
shower." He pushed her back to the bathroom that was in the bedroom
suite. All this time, the bathroom in the hall had not been used at
all while my bride was being used and abused repeatedly.

As Blake came back out, he sat next to George, my Japanese buddy who
had come back from Japan, where he was stationed in the military to be
in the wedding party. He whispered to George that it was all true.
That Jean was sucking and fucking them all. He told George to wait a
couple minutes as he had thrown her in the shower to clean up a little.

"When you go in, just grab her and do with her as you will. No sense
talking or asking. JB has reamed her out today and her will is gone.
Her mouth was great and I came a load down her throat."

George couldn't believe it. He had known Jean longer than I, and knew
her as conservative at best, uptight at worst. JB slipped over and
told George that if there was any resistance, just grab her pussy and
rub her clit softly.

"Do what you have to get to her clit. But once there the battle is
over. She has taken quite a few loads in her cunt and mouth today, but
I'm sure another load or two from you will not hurt anyone!"

As George excused himself to go to the bathroom, the talk went from
ribald to downright crude. Suddenly everyone was talking about their
sexiest experiences. The talk went from blow jobs to "ramming my cock
down her throat and filling her stomach with cum." And so on. A funny
theme began to develop given that this was my wedding day. It seemed
they all fantasized about fucking a bride on her wedding day. We
talked about the Michael Caine movies, Alfie I think, where he did
some bride in the church just before she walked down the aisle. I
thought that seemed pretty kinky and basically a bit unrealistic.

About that time though everyone had a story about doing a bride on her
wedding day. I was worried that Jean would hear the talk and told them
to keep it down. I didn't want her to get mad on our wedding day.

Meanwhile as George stepped into the bedroom Jean was just starting to
put some clothes on. He said "Don't bother with that. You won't be
needing anything."

Jean scolded him, "George, get out of here. What do you think you are
doing?"

"Actually I'm getting ready to fuck you like everyone else has tonight."

"George, not you too. We've been friends for a long time. JB took
advantage of me. This is my wedding night. You don't want to do that."

George, who was actually a pretty mild character, rarely got laid. He
was very horny after hearing the stories and stepped up to Jean,
grabbing her by the shoulders and propelling her back to the bed. He
immediately grabbed for her pussy, which was naked, and began to
massage her clit. Just like clockwork, her legs fell apart and she
began to hump his hand.

He pulled her towel away and leaned down to kiss and suck her
stiffening nipples. But George had come for one purpose. He needed to
get laid. He pushed his pants down as he was kissing her boobs, and
quickly brought his cock up to her wet pussy. Even though she had
tried to clean things out in the shower, she was still very wet.
George was not exactly John Holmes in the cock department. He slid in
easily and pumped away for all he was worth. I doubt that Jean even
felt very much after the 3 reaming by much larger cocks she had just
gotten that night. Nonetheless, as men will attest, it was enough to
get George off. He came hard, while pulling her legs up over his
shoulders.

He had never had a blow job and wasn't going to miss out. He actually
stayed fairly hard even after cumming. He quickly moved up straddling
Jean on the bed and rubbed his cock on her lips. He was not about to
be denied when she shook her head no. He grabbed her by the hair and
jerked her head up. She opened her mouth and his cock soon found its
nice warm moist new home.

"God you are such a slut, Jean. Who would have ever guessed? Now that
we know, you know we will be banging you every chance we get. I am
bummed that I have to go back to Japan but will tell my buddies here
about the easiest slut in Hawaii. You were always so arrogant. Talking
nice but keeping your distance. I guess I know why now. You were
afraid someone would find out that you loved cock! Man I love looking
at your face with my cock buried in your mouth. Now you don't look so
high and mighty. JB showed me pictures of you getting it in your
wedding dress. I am going to take some copies and jack off to them
everyday. Can't wait to get back to get more of the real thing."

Jean tried talking around the cock in her mouth "Oh George, please
don't talk like that. Don't tell anyone else. We're friends. I was
manipulated into this despicable situation. I couldn't help it. My
body betrayed my mind. Please Please Please don't tell anyone."

George wasn't listening. He was living one of his greatest fantasies.
And he listened less and less as he came closer to dropping a load in
Jean's pretty little mouth. He grabbed her hair and jammed his little
dick as far into mouth as possible when he came.

"How do you like that taste bitch? I won't be leaving for a couple
days. I'll be in touch. Get it, be in "touch. Ha ha ha"

He pulled his cock out of her mouth, and wiped it off on her face
before getting off the bed. As he pulled on his pants he told her that
she was a great fuck and it was great to have a close friend who was a
total easy slut. He then walked out to join the rest of us, with his
own story of doing a bride on her wedding day.

I told them that I thought they were being a bit rude under the
circumstances. I didn't believe a word of their depraved stories of
doing a newlywed on her wedding day. They all claimed it was
absolutely true as they filed out the door, calling out to Jean their
congratulations on her marriage and that they would be seeing her
soon. At the time I thought it surprising that Jean did not come back
out of the bedroom to see our guests leave. She told me that she just
wanted them to go so we could be together.

Strangely when I went in to the bedroom, she was just getting out of
the shower. I asked her what took so long to get in the shower and she
said she fell asleep for a little while. We made love that night. She
seemed particularly interested in having me eat her out. She kept her
hands on my head for the longest time urging me to go deeper with my
tongue. Now that was unusual, as she rarely was forceful when it came
to sex.

And yes, I could tell that she was excited about getting married. She
was very wet. Her pussy seemed sloppy and looser than usual. I chalked
it up to the long waiting period from the wedding till we could
actually get to bed. Only later I learned just how naive I was that day.