0 comments/ 15140 views/ 6 favorites A Wedding Trilogy Ch. 01 By: Professori13 Part I The Traffic Stop The road was dark and unlit. The moon was dodging in and out of the puffy white clouds that looked like a flock of sheep running across the sky. She had been at a bachelorette party for one of her girlfriends. Several beers and three "Jaeger-bombs" later she was cruising along lost and trying to find her way back to the Interstate and then to her hotel. She never saw the Stop Sign at the intersection. In fact, she didn't even see the cross street. From out of nowhere, in the fashion of a children's cartoon the blue lights appeared and she heard the wail of the siren. Her mind was racing. Where was the registration? This is a rental car. How much trouble will she be in? Is it going to make the national news? Will it affect her job? What if she doesn't have money for the fine? She can't afford to go to jail the night before the wedding. She had flown 1,000 miles to be a bridesmaid in her sister's wedding. Now everything was in jeopardy because of a few extra drinks. Sobriety was a near instant response, or so it seemed. She coasted to a stop and waited. A tall uniformed patrolman approached the car and asked for her license and registration. She tried to conceal her intoxicated state but her distinctly affective speech pattern betrayed her as the officer asked for her license and registration and proof of insurance. She looked up at him as she fumbled for her papers. He was medium height and build with a thin mustache, blonde hair and blue eyes which were seemed even deeper because of his dark blue uniform. There was a noticeable bulge in his crotch which was close to eye level from her seated position in the car. She couldn't help but notice his gaze was not on her license but rather on her legs and cleavage. Her short skirt had rolled up slightly revealing the upper thighs of her bronzed and toned legs and the slightest hint of color from her thong that barely covered her crotch. His eyes traced down the shapely calf to her ankles and spike heels. She spoke and his attention went back to her face. She had flawless skin with the smooth texture and patina of a porcelain doll. Her lips were naturally full and inviting, the pale iridescent lipstick she wore gave highlight and blended accent to her pastel eye shadow and her dark blond hair. Her crystalline blue eyes were so enchanting that he totally lost his concentration. His partner, standing at the rear of the car, called his name and asked if everything was okay. He muttered a nearly inaudible affirmative response as he now was visually engaged with the gentle curve of her ample breasts. Her cleavage opened the valley of delight and a pathway to reveal erect nipples that screamed for attention. He was totally transfixed and barely heard her as she slurred her words and asked: "Wha' d I do Occifer?" His partner now intervened and asked her to step out of the car. She began to open the door as the first officer jerked back from his reverie and attempted to regain his composure. As the door opened and one shapely leg and slender ankle came out followed by the second to place her spike heels onto the pavement. His partner was now aware of the reason for the first officer's distraction and non-responsive manner. The first officer asked if she had been drinking. She laughed. "I was at a bachelorette party." "There was a male stripper dressed like a cop. Was that you? Because, I got really horny." "No ma'am", The officer replied. "Ma'am, I am afraid we may have to take you in." She smiled, "Will you put me in handcuffs?" "Yes ma'am", he replied. "Oh good I like it when my hands are cuffed." "But I can't really go to jail because I would lose my job and the wedding is tomorrow and I am a bridesmaid and..." She went on and on about her flight and dress fitting and the party etc.. She began laughing uncontrollably and both officers asked what was funny? She flashed those magical blue eyes at them, those eyes that would melt the resolve of any man, and she said: "I read the side of your car." "It says, To protect and swerve, I mean serve." "How about you protect and I serve?" At first they didn't understand what she was implying. Then she said: "Come on guys I can't go to jail." "Just put me in handcuffs and take me to my hotel." "You will be protecting me and I will serve you." "I will do whatever you command." "You can use me any way you want." "I can see by the bulges in your pants that you would rather fuck me than arrest me." "Command me please." "It turns me on." "I'm kinda kinky that way." The two officers stepped back and conferred for a minute. The partner stepped forward, grabbed her sharply by the arm, spun her around, slammed her against the car, pulled her arms behind her back and placed her in handcuffs. He roughly pulled her arm and ushered her to the back of the car, bent her over and pressed her head against the trunk lid. He stepped back and pulled his gun, training it on her. The first officer now stepped forward and began to frisk her. His hands were hot on her cool skin as he ran them down the length of her body. When he reached her legs he ran both hands down her left leg from her thighs to her ankles and back up, disappearing under her skirt and brushing against her crotch and thong. He asked:"What's this?" as he pulled harshly on the cloth covering her crotch until it broke. "What are you hiding in there?", he asked as his hand went back to her mound. He could feel her heat and the moistness of her succulent pussy. He declared that he would need to search further as his fingers explored her labia and then dove deeply into her warm moist heaven. She moaned first with surprise and then with delight as he probed her with his fingers as she was bent over the trunk of the car on the side of the road. A car passed, then a second. She knew her pussy was exposed and the drivers could see she was being fingered in public. Not only did she not care, she actually found it exciting and her arousal was increasing with each passing car. The officer was lingering with his fingers playing in and out of her, tweaking her clit and probing her deeper and deeper. She was almost there. She could feel the volcanic energy welling up inside her, ready to explode. He withdrew his fingers and she nearly fainted. "No!", she screamed. "Don't stop now." "Please?" He backed away as his partner holstered his weapon and approached her. He grabbed her by the hair dragged her to the side of the car and onto the soft grassy area. He forced her to her knees. "Now, Bitch," he shouted. "Unzip my pants and take out my cock and ask permission to suck it good." She could feel her juices flowing again. They were beginning to seep from her pussy and roll down her tanned thighs. His cock was thick, not especially long but not small either, about average in length but the girth was about half again larger than anything she had ever seen. She could only imagine how it would feel inside her. She looked up at him and asked as she had been told: "May I please suck you and make you cum, Sir?" "No!", he said, "you may not make me cum." The first officer had now joined them. The partner gave her more instruction. "You said you want to serve, well now you are going to serve us both." "Unzip his pants and take out his cock." "Begin stroking it but don't you dare make him cum." The throbbing between her legs was now nearly unbearable. She needed to be filled with a hard pulsating penis. She wanted so badly to feel a shaft inside her. It was all she could do to maintain her focus on her assignment. She was sucking and stroking one bulging cock as she moved her other hand rhythmically up and down the shaft of the other. The thought of serving these two cocks was overwhelming. Kneeling in the grass she sucked and massaged the balls of one as she stroked the other. Cars were passing. Headlights flicked by in a regular stream and flow. No one stopped but obviously they could see this servant performing her duty as directed. An occasional honk of a horn indicated as much. Again her pleasure was growing. Her moans were now audible and increasing in their frequency and intensity. Once more she felt the strong hands on her and the fingers gripping her hair. The partner again commanding her as he pulled her head back from his cock. She could see the glistening monster as the lights of the cars reflected off its shiny surface. She ached to feel it. She stretched her neck and pursed her lips attempting in vain to maintain contact with her prize. The partner jerked her head around and forced her face to the grass. "Keep your ass up", he shouted. The first officer still had not spoken. It was obvious that he was simply going to use her as the partner directed. It was her job to comply and serve their carnal desires. She felt, first one hand and then another on her ass, gliding gently across both cheeks as one might due to a piece of marble looking for imperfection, there was none. Then the fingers to her pussy again and she nearly came instantly. She was now so aroused that her mind was beginning to blur with desire and anticipation. She was fulfilling her most primal desire and need, to serve and be used for the pleasure of another. The first officer was now kneeling near her head. The partner instructed her to take the first officer's cock in her mouth and suck him off. She looked ahead and saw the mushroom form at the end of the finely veined shaft. The dimensions were unremarkable but the shape and form were exquisitely beautiful, reminiscent of a Renaissance sculptor. A work of marble art embodied in flesh. She moved her head forward, opened her mouth and his perfect penis disappeared between her perfect lips. She began her head and lip movement synchronized with her superbly delicate and erotic suction. Meanwhile, as the hands on her ass grasped her hips from both sides. She felt the power. She felt the girth. She felt her body nearly collapse in rapture as the partners cock found its target. He thrust hard into her aching, tight, and dripping pussy. Her juices flowed freely. Her body was in spasm. Her orgasm was building with each crashing thrust of his exquisite hardness. She could feel the first officer's cock beginning to jerk and pulsate in her mouth. She heard him let out the only words he had uttered thus far. "Oh My God!" he screamed. "I'm cumming." And he released a torrent of white hot semen into her mouth. It shot down her throat, causing her to cough slightly. The Partner yelled at her. "Don't you dare spit that out." "Swallow every drop of his cum." She had no choice but to comply. It was her duty and her place. Her own forces were reaching a crescendo. It was all she could do to maintain her balance and not collapse. The Partner pounded her harder and harder. With each stroke she felt the wonderful thickness of his shaft fill her. She could contain it no more. His cock was beginning to throb within her. Her muscles were starting to spasm. Her body trembled. Adrenaline flooded her system. Her eyes were nearly fully dilated and her skin was on fire. Her pussy tightened around the thick shaft and she let out her own squeal and gushing display. Juices flowed freely over his hard cock as she could no longer contain her mounting passion. Her rapturous shriek of release pierced the darkness like a knife and could be heard for miles. She came with such violence that she thought her heart might just seize up and she would die. Adding to her frenzy was the knowledge that she had fulfilled her purpose. She felt his hands tighten on her hips and pull her back toward him as he made his deepest and final thrust inside her. She could feel the Partners spasms and heard his quiet but intense guttural vociferations of pleasure as he released his monstrous blast of cum inside her. She felt the warmth of his fluid as it filled her. She felt him jerk uncontrollably within her pussy. She lost count of her orgasms as one flowed into the next until she was exhausted. She woke as the sun was breaching the horizon. It was morning. Her hands were no longer cuffed and the police car was gone. Her pussy was throbbing and the combined juices of her own orgasms along with the Partners cum were oozing out of her gushing pussy. She was lying face down in the grass on the side of the road. Her ass was bare and exposed as cars went by. One car pulled over and stopped. She thought someone was going to help her up and direct her to the hotel. Two young men approached her. One knelt in front and one behind. She felt two hands running across her ass. She felt a strong hand grasp her head by her hair and shout: "Good morning, bitch." "Time for breakfast and here's your sausage... "Suck on it good". A hard thick cock had found its target as she tilted her ass and her pussy opened to receive the new member. She was fulfilling her purpose. She was born to serve. A Wedding Trilogy Ch. 02 THE WEDDING DAY She was exhausted. The night before seemed like a dream. She had finally gotten back to her hotel this morning and stood in the shower for half an hour. The water washed over her in an attempt to revitalize every cell in her body. Her knees seemed weak and her muscles were sore. She felt as though she had run 5 miles. Her legs ached. Her jaw ached. She knew she had been used by at least eight different men in every orifice of her body. She normally did not let anyone use her ass but the alcohol had left her more accommodating and needy than usual. Besides, she thought, it actually felt good to be used and filled in so many ways. While she felt completely satisfied, she still had the desire to serve more. She was schedule for her hair at noon; her mani / pedi at 2:00, and aromatherapy massage at 3:00. The wedding was at 7:30 p.m., so that would still give her adequate time to get a nap, dress and arrive at the bride's house by 6:00 p.m. The Stylist, Raoul, was a fit specimen. Unlike many stylists, he was not gay. However, he used that assumed perception to avoid the suspicion of husbands and to open the doors to many bedrooms by women who initially viewed him as a "safe" flirtation. Once they had experienced his prowess, however, he was always welcomed for an encore. His olive complexion gave the appearance of a constant and healthy tan. His hair was black and wavy with just the hint of grey beginning to show at the temples. This gave him a look of distinction and a hint of his otherwise undetectable age. His upper arms were tight and well defined... his forearms strong. His well developed and divided pectorals peeked out from his open shirt through a mat of curled black hair. His calves and thighs and buttocks were all equally tight and toned and easily traced through the tight spandex and denim jeans he always wore. Likewise the package he carried between his legs was more than ample to stir the interest of even the most dedicated, faithful and committed wife. Paolo was Raoul's brother and the resident masseur at the salon. Like Raoul he was of medium height with the same Mediterranean complexion and exotic good looks. He too was muscularly well defined and anatomically gifted. She sat quietly in Raoul's styling chair trying to remember bits and pieces of the night before; the police car; the highway noises and car lights; the handcuffs; the police officers; the two college boys; the four African - American men; and the biker trio who had taken their pleasure with her and left her in a sticky heap by the side of the road. The thoughts raced through her head like a blurred highlight reel. She had trouble with the detail but obviously enjoyed herself because now as she attempted to recall the night, she felt herself getting wet and beginning to throb with desire. Under the salon styling apron her right hand slid up beneath her short skirt to seek out her moist nether region where at least eight men had taken her and where she now felt the returning desire to be used again. She was throbbing with anticipation and moved her fingers delicately but ever so aptly under the apron. Raoul pretended not to see the movement but could sense her tension and building climax. He was about to blow dry her hair and comb it out when she stopped him and asked if he could do a Brazilian Blowout. (This is where the client hangs her head upside down and the stylist blows the hair dry from beneath causing an added perception of volume and thickness.) He of course agreed and suggested that he blow dry her hair while she was getting her massage since it was almost time for her appointment anyway and he knew Paolo was available. The brothers had "tag teamed" previously. She agreed and quietly removed her hand from her aching crotch as Raoul removed the apron and escorted her to the aromatherapy, massage spa area. It was a small but substantially constructed room. Because of the use as both an aromatherapy room and a massage room it was self contained and completely sound proof, an attribute she would learn to appreciate later. Paolo entered and handed her two towels. The room was prepared in advance with a tilting massage table, two pillows, a triangular support cushion, soft gentle instrumental music and candles that permeated the air with a blended scent of Lavender, Lemongrass and Sandalwood. There was also a hint of coconut since the massage oils had a coconut oil base combined with aloe and eucalyptus. The ambience was immediately soothing and relaxing. There was almost a surreal and ethereal quality to the room as though one had passed through a dimensional portal and entered an altered state of consciousness. Paolo instructed her to disrobe and lie on her back and to use the towels to cover her breasts and crotch if she felt uneasy with her naked exposure. He said he and Raoul would return shortly to begin the session. Her needs were welling up inside her again as the music, the scented air and the prospect of two men touching her body at the same time caused her juices to flow. She opted to use neither towel but rather to lay totally exposed to the two men who would enter the room shortly. Her tanned and toned body was exquisite in all its splendor as she lay motionless, hoping to be used again. As the two brothers entered the room and saw her flawless form they gasped in unison. Never in their many years in the salon had they seen anything to equal this display. She lay like a Michaelangelo sculptor, resplendent in her nudity and flawless in her beauty. Her natural olive complexion boosted the impact of her tan and seemed to give her skin a natural glow. One leg was bent at the knee subtly opening her crotch to a glancing view. Her breasts were substantial but not grossly augmented. They were all original equipment, round and pert with well defined nipples that stood erect in the breeze. Her abdomen was flat and slightly rippled from her daily workout regimen that included 100 sit ups and crunches. Her buttocks, likewise, was toned, tanned, round and firm. Her legs were shapely and muscular leading down to a perfect slender ankle and petite feet that sported a beautifully done pedicure and deep pink polish that matched that on her manicured fingers and would later add accent to her makeup foundation, eye shadow and iridescent lip gloss. Her beauty was beyond stunning it was transcendant. Paolo finally broke from his mesmerized stupor and shoved his brother to begin on her hair. With that, Raoul set about his task of brush and arranging her hair as a her head hung down from the table. Paolo also got to work warming the massage oils working them into his own hands in preparation of his exploration and manipulation of her body. Slowly his hands moved along the outline of her body. His touch went from being feather light to almost harsh as he practiced the art of shiatsu on her toned muscle groupings. He manipulated and rotated her ankles and feet and moved his hands from her ankle to her thigh, brushing ever so lightly against her neatly shaved triangle of pleasure. Each time he did, she moved involuntarily. Her legs would tighten and her hips thrust upward. His hand moved closer and closer with each trip along this route until finally his fingers were pressing against her labia. She was aching, throbbing with desire. Her juices were beginning to flow and glisten on her golden skin. Raoul was styling her hair with her head laid back and with each of Paolo's touches Raoul would hear her utter a deep almost inaudible moan. With each moan came an almost spasmodic reaction of her body. Her legs would tighten, her pelvis thrust upward and her back would arch dropping her head a little lower below the plane of the massage table. Raoul could resist no longer. He put down the blow dryer, unzipped his jeans and freed his captive monster in all its glory. Eight inches of thick hard manhood sprang forth and stood at attention inches from her face. Her eyes opened wide as she saw it for the first time. Her mouth followed suit and opened in automatic response to what stood before her. Raoul took her head in his hands and guided his cock into place. She tried to resist but it was a half-hearted effort at best and was not successful. His voice took on a commanding tone as he told her to open wide and suck him. Her lips and tongue immediately began to work as he had directed. Her oral skills were unsurpassed as she ran her tongue along the underside of his penis while sucking its length into her throat. Without realizing it she had moved her hands to his shaft and balls and began stroking and caressing them while continuing her oral magic. She felt Paolo's strong hands grasp her hips and flip her over on her belly. Raoul's cock was deep in her mouth and somehow she managed to keep it in place as her head rotated with the rest of her body. She felt Paolo lift her pelvis and place the wedge cushion under her so that her ass was in the air and her pussy was made readily available. He smacked her ass. Gently at first but with each slap the strength and intensity grew harder and more forceful. They were hard enough that the vibration went through her body and caused her clit to quiver and engorge. Her desire was getting stronger as the realization grew within her that she was again being used as a conveyance of pleasure to these two strangers. Her body was being used and violated. She was serving her ultimate purpose, to pleasure others. She saw no greater calling and she was delighted to surrender to them. Paolo now had climbed onto the massage table and knelt above her with his legs outside of hers and pressing her legs together. She felt his hand on her ass, then his thumb exploring her pussy and the wetness leaking from it. Then she felt something else. His cock must have been six or eight inches in circumference. It plowed into her waiting hot pussy from behind and stretched her beyond anything she had felt before. Her position with her ass in the air and her legs pushed together made the thickness of his meat and the power of his thrust seem even more intense. She heard herself scream. With each thrust she would scream again. As he plowed her deep and hard she tried to also maintain her concentration on Raoul's massive cock in her mouth. He was shouting at her to suck harder and stroke faster. Finally, he grabbed her head on both sides and began a rocking, thrusting motion of his hips as he growled out that he was going to mouth fuck her until she choked on his enormous cock. She trembled as wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her systems. Paolo's cock slamming her so hard she thought he was going to split her in two while Raoul's cock was rammed down her throat so far she began to gag and sputter as shrieks of joy and pleasure somehow found their way out of her throat. She was being banged front and back, to and fro, stem to stern. Their intensity increased as did hers. Paolo was literally growing inside her. She could feel his girth increase and she was delighted. Raoul came first. Cradling his balls in her hand she could feel the tightening and the pulsating shaft of his cock in her mouth. She could taste the pre-cum. Then a torrent of white hot semen blasted down her throat and in her mouth. She swallowed and he kept coming and she swallowed again and again, the salty sweet taste resonating in her mouth as his cum dripped out of her mouth and down her chin. A minute later Paolo let out with a raspy growl and launched his rocket of cum deep in her throbbing cunt. Her muscles tightened. She was about to faint from the flood of adrenaline coursing through her veins... eyes dilated... respirations quickening... her tight pussy gripped the huge cock and squeezed in a spasm of titanic dimensions. Her own orgasm practically ripped her apart. She had never felt such a cosmic experience. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure poured over her for what seemed like an hour. She collapsed on the table exhausted and filled with the hot cum of two men she had only met two hours earlier. She was in heaven. The wedding was in three hours and then the reception where the champagne flows freely and the groomsmen will be young, handsome, fit, drunk and horny. Hmmm. Maybe, just maybe there was more on the horizon... A Wedding Trilogy Ch. 03 THE RECEPTION The wedding had been a spectacular Gala. The Wedding Party consisted of six groomsmen and Bridesmaids, Best Man and Matron of Honor, Flower Girl, Ring Bearer and of course the Bride and Groom. The Bride was resplendent in her white off the shoulder satin Grecian Gown with a 5 foot train and a tiara attached veil woven into her flower enhanced French braided hair. The body hugging gown accentuated her slender frame and hourglass curves. The Matron of Honor and Bridesmaids wore similar Grecian gowns in alternating pastel colors of pale lavender and sage green. The groom wore a period specific white tuxedo with tails and spats reminiscent of Fitzgerald's Gatsby. The groomsmen all wore white tuxedos with gardenia boutonnieres, bow ties and cummerbunds that matched the dresses of their corresponding bridesmaid. The rice paper aisle runner was adorned with a mixture of gardenia and rose petals. The lighting was subdued and supplied primarily by an array of 200 sandalwood scented candles that added to both the lighting ambience as well as the aromatic aesthetics of the venue. To complete the sensory grandeur of the experience music was provided by a chamber quartet, two vocalists and a French horn player. There was the obligatory performance of Pachabel's Canon in D, an upbeat arrangement of Fogelberg's "Longer" and of course the traditional "Wedding March" with the rather ethereal accompaniment of the French Horn. In addition Shania Twain's "From This Moment" and Brad Paisley's "Then", were woven into the tapestry of the ceremony as a tribute to the rural roots of the bride and groom and an homage to their courtship, personal commitment and respect for one another. She sat through the ceremony, the cake cutting and the obligatory toasts all the while her crotch was throbbing with desire. Now dancing with one groomsman after another, she could feel her desire rising and her fantasies running rampant. The groomsmen were dashing in their tuxedos, each one reminded her of last night and the joy of being used by multiple men. Never though had she even in her wildest fantasy believed she would have access to six men at once. The thought caused the blood to rush from her head and she nearly fainted. Lightheaded she stumbled slightly and her dance partner and one of the bridesmaids grabbed her before she fell. "Come on, honey, let's sit you down a minute.", the Bridesmaid said. She complied. After sitting for a few minutes and a couple of glasses of champagne, she began confiding in to the Bridesmaid about the events of last night and this afternoon with Raoul and Paolo and her continued seemingly insatiable desire to be used again and again. The other woman seemed very interested in her ribald tale of depravity. In fact, she asked numerous questions and added some tales of her own. She felt her juices beginning to flow as she listened to the other. As is the female custom, the Bridesmaid asked her to accompany her to the ladies room. On the way back to the reception, the Bridesmaid, Amie was her name, told her that her bra seemed twisted in the back and made an unsightly lump in the back of her dress. Amie suggested that they slip into one of the suites reserved for the bridal party as dressing rooms and she will help her adjust bra and correct the problem. They turned right at the next corridor and entered the suite. There were several suitcases belonging to members of the Bridal Party. There were small bags of rice tied with ribbons of sage green and lavender... balloons of the same colors... a box of tin cans, some rope and a "Just Married" sign standing in the corner. There was no one else in the room. She allowed Amie to unzip the dress and unfasten the bra in order ro make the adjustment. In the process Amie's hand brushed across her erect nipple and a sent a shudder of delight up her spine. She blushed at her own reaction. Amie saw the red fill her cheeks and knew the cause. Amie then intentionally brushed the nipple again and yet a third time. The actions of the bridesmaid Amie was causing her to flush with excitement and anticipation of the next touch. Amie stepped behind her, grasped one nipple between her fingers and cupped the other breast entirely in her hand. She was again in uncharted waters. She had never been with a woman before but now the craving was intense. She did what she had never before done. She spun around grabbed the back of Amie's head and locked her lips to hers, her tongue prodding and exploring. Suddenly they were on the floor, their dresses lying in a rumpled pile next to them. Hands grasping, tongues flashing and hips pressing and gyrating against one another, she had never done this but now her body yearned for more. The Groomsmen entered the room as a group to gather the "Just Married" sign and cans to tie to the back of the newlyweds' car. What they saw were two women naked on the floor, legs entwined and grinding their groins against one another as Amie sucked and pulled at the other's nipples. Her head was thrown back and groans of delight were coming from her. The two women were so engaged that they did not here the groomsmen enter the room. The boys stood stunned for several minutes, staring in awe at the two beauties before them. The erotic gauge of these two writhing bodies in the throes of passion was off the scale and sent the hormones of the groomsmen into overdrive. After several moments during which time stood still, the women noticed the six slack jawed observers with bulges in their pants. Alcohol was originally used as a medication to lessen pain and later as a sterilizing method. It is, as most people know, a depressant. It reduces respirations, slows the heart rate and confuses the senses. However, it also clouds the judgment and lowers the psychic inhibitions of the user. The wedding party had engaged in a number of toasts and she now had no inhibitions as evidenced by her lesbian experimentations with Amie. The Groomsmen and Amie also were without restraint. The men suddenly broke from their stupor and began to move in unison toward the grinding bodies on the floor. She looked up at each of the men's faces as they approached. She had known only two before the rehearsal dinner and even they were only passing acquaintances. Now as she looked at their faces she ran through their names in her mind. She had employed a simple mnemonic technique the night of the rehearsal dinner in order to remember their names. By simply recalling the words F-U-C-K-M-E she could remember the names of all six: Frank Ulysses Charlie Kevin Michael and Edward Her gaze drifted to the crotch of each has they approached. She could feel herself shrinking and opening up to what was to come. The thought of being used again, this time by all six men and Amie, was overwhelming her. Her senses went on high alert. The testosterone in the room was like a fog of aphrodisiac engulfing them all. The gang of six began disrobing as they approached. They moved in and grabbed the two women, tossing each on a separate bed. At first the numbers were even, three men on each. Frank, Charlie and Edward moved toward her while Ulysses, Kevin and Michael moved in on Amie. She lay there as they came to her, her tongue licking her lips, her pelvis engorged with blood as her heart began to race with anticipation. Her nipples were erect, pupils dilated and her clitoris throbbing. She was about to be used by three men but she wanted more. She looked at Kevin and their eyes locked. A lick of her lips a nod of her head and a simple outreached hand was all it took. Kevin shifted his direction and moved toward her. Ulysses and Michael had already begun their invasion of Amie and Amie was totally engaged. She watched as Amie took one in her mouth and guided the other between her legs. This act of voyeurism only served to arouse her further. She wanted them all. But, there was time. From her perspective on the bed she watched as four blood engorged, rock hard erect penises moved toward her like a platoon of purple helmeted warriors parading before the general. She reached out and took Edward first in her hand and then to her mouth. She wrapped her hand around the pride of the fleet, Kevin's cock was at least nine inches of menacing monster, and she guided him between her legs. The other two took up positions on either side of her as though in a practiced flanking maneuver. Her hands found each of them and began to stroke gently, slowly but deliberately. Eight hands were palpating her body in almost a syncopated rhythm. Her breasts were being groped and licked and the large nipples sucked in a delicate but aggressive manner, causing her to gasp and arch her back to press the breast more firmly in the mouth of her assailant. Her throbbing cunt was pierced by Kevin's spear like member. She felt the depth of his penetration as the head of his penis banged against her cervix. What most women don't realize is that the vaginal canal is between six and nine inches deep. Therefore, any penis over nine inches is wasted length. To engage completely would result in painful intercourse and possibly cause serious injury. Of course, as with men, some women have a deeper canal. She was not one of them. Kevin's ramming of her cervix was causing her some degree of discomfort although the activities of the other three distracted her enough that it was not a concern. She heard Amie's muted scream as she had Ulysses pounding her pussy like the energizer bunny while her mouth and jaw strained to accommodate the grand girth that was Michael. Amie was already in the midst of her orgasm and surprised her two paramours by squirting like a spasmodic fountain of opaque liquid. Her eruptions continued for several minutes. Then Ulysses gave out a growling howl as he pulled out. Amie released Michael and sat up just in time to receive the full force of Ulysses' cannon like ejection as he blew his load Amie. The white cum splashed against Amie's belly and breasts but the main force hit her square in the face. She had never seen such a massive ejection. She watched Amie and Ulysses and his volcanic eruption and marveled at the quantity of his load. Her attention was only slightly diverted as Kevin moved from her pussy to her mouth. She was lying on her back with her head dropped from the bed to allow a straight channel down her throat for Kevin's lengthy cock. Some would call it deep throating but she preferred the term throat fucking. She gulped and swallowed as he entered her mouth and throat. It took some control, concentration and effort to not yield to her gag reflex. She was like a sword swallower in a circus as he moved in and out past her full lips. She sucked and licked his cock with her tongue while continuing to stroke the two shafts in her hands. She was getting that wonderful feeling. Her body was engaged and she was being penetrated by four men. Edward who had been in her mouth was now drilling her pussy like a pneumatic jack hammer. She could feel his well hung balls slapping against her ass. She felt his cock inside her beginning to throb and pulsate. Suddenly he withdrew. He sat astride her belly and laid his cock between her ample breasts. His hands pressed her breasts together as his cocked moved back and forth between them. His adept fingers tugged at her nipples causing her to gasp with delight. She felt her legs being forced apart and something being wrapped around her slender ankles. Amie had taken her stockings and was wrapping them around her feet and ankles. Amie then tied each stocking in turn to a post of the bed. Now she was lying across the bed with a cock in each hand, Edward astride her fucking her tits and Kevin mouth fucking her with renewed vigor. Her pussy was momentarily empty as Amie took the opportunity to run her tongue along her labia and begin to lick and suck her clit. It was a new sensation but it drove her wild. She couldn't help herself as she began to buck and squirm with her first orgasm. Amie stopped and moved in position to suck on her nipples as Edward continued his titty fuck. It was then that she felt her pussy again being used. This time it was Michael. His cock had to be seven inches around. It was like a log being pressed into her. The pressure against her inner walls was profoundly and delightfully intense. She arched her back and pelvis, using her stocking bound legs as a fulcrum and the bed posts as anchors. She heard herself squeal and shout "Oh My God!" as she released Kevin's cock from her mouth and tilted to receive Michael. As he pressed forward Michael's tool stretched her open and pushed deep within. She groaned with amazement and pleasure. Her juices were flowing out of her. Her heart raced and her breathing was rapid as she tried to suck in air around Kevin's cock in her mouth while working her lips and tongue. She had that feeling again. The sense of being overwhelmed by six men and a woman at the same time made her feel both important and insignificant at the same time. She had the power of controlling their pleasure while at the same time she was serving them and being used by each. She was a powerful woman and a slut at the same time. The paradox was intriguingly beautiful in her mind. She stroked and sucked and gyrated and relished in her role as a sex toy, a cock sucker and a cum dump. Suddenly she felt her one leg being loosened. It was Frank. He rolled her hips to the side and she rotated on Michaels cock like a pig on a barbecue spit. Edward shifted slightly with his concentration of attention still on her beautiful and bountiful breasts. Amie had moved to the other side and continued to suck on her nipples. Kevin continued to pump his piston like cock in and out of her mouth and throat. She now had Charlie in one hand and Ulysses' revived cock in her other. It was then that she experienced another first. She had always wanted it but never had the courage to request it. She felt the cool sensation of lubricant, most likely K-Y or Vaseline being gently massaged into her asshole. Frank's modest cock followed. He slowly, gently but deliberately made his invasion of her forbidden space. She was a tiny speck. She felt herself withdraw and allow herself to be used by six men and a woman all at the same time. Charlie and Ulysses ready to explode in her hand. Amie sucking her tits while Edward fucked them. Kevin pumping her mouth with his long rod and groaning as his moment approached. Michael with his monster cock in her cunt was ramming and slamming her clit. And, finally Frank penetrating deep up her ass and bringing her a new experience and a new pleasure that she had never known. It wasn't that this new anal experience was so pleasurable by itself. It was the total complete and ultimate objectification and subjugation of her and her complete surrender to this ultimate submission to seven strangers at one time. All of her holes were filled and she could feel the collective cocks throbbing inside her as well as the pulsations of the two on her hand and between her breasts. She was writhing and squirming with unbridled lust and passion. Her body screamed for release. The tension was building. She arched. She pressed her ass back hard against Frank as plunged deep into her bunghole. His thrusts were getting stronger and deeper. He moaned and grunted. Her hands were moving faster on Charlie as she felt his cock begin to throb and his body shake. She was being pounded from every angle. She knew it was near. Her own anticipation was growing as her pussy tightened and released and tightened again around Michael. Her mouth was sucking and licking and taking as much of Kevin down her throat as possible. Edward was first. His cock exploded between her breasts and the cum shot onto her neck and throat. Amie began lapping it up. Charlie blew his load next. She felt him throb and the semen splash off her right breast. Next Ulysses unloaded onto her left breast as Amie vacuumed up the warm white gooey liquid. Kevin groaned, thrust his hips forward and yelled inaudible syllables of pleasure. Frank screamed at her and called her a fucking bitch as he and blew his load up her as at the same time Kevin's pulsating cock spurted a torrent of spunk down her throat. She jerked and swallowed as she reveled in her debasement. She was a cum dump. She was fulfilling her destiny. She was being used like never before. She both a powerful woman and a small child all at the same time. Her third or fourth orgasm, she had lost count after the second, was building. She could feel her cheeks flush... her pussy and ass contract... her pulse race and her breathing intensify. She was climbing the mountain and Michael was about to send her over the top. His thick meat rammed her harder and faster. He was calling her name and invoking the spirits of the Universe for help. He was holding back as long as he could. He would pull out and re-enter for several minutes and then began his rapid accelerated assault on her cunt. Harder... Faster... Deeper... Faster and Harder still. He let out a yell like Tarzan swinging through the trees. She joined him with her own screams and writhing passion as his cannon went off inside her she could feel the white hot cum filling her. The sensory input was overwhelming with intense sensations inside and out. Amie licking the cum from her skin... juices dripping from her ass and running out of her mouth and now Michael's triumphant blast that could only be described as magnificent filled her. She was bathed in man juice... swimming in a sea of semen. She lost it. She bucked like a mustang and twisted and squealed and her body went into spasmodic tremors which she could not control. The penetration, the joy, the pleasure were so intense it was almost painful. She gasped and groaned and sensed tears welling up in her eyes. They were tears of joy and happiness. She had never felt so used and so happy. She lay there in a near stupor as each the men in turn brought their cocks to her face and squeezed the last drops onto her and she opened her mouth to receive and clean them. The last she remembered was Michael's beautiful member in her face. She woke several hours later. She was alone and felt dirty and sticky and oh so used and oh so delighted. "Oh my God!" she thought I can't wait til the next wedding.