5 comments/ 325700 views/ 85 favorites A Wedding Day to Remember By: Linda Jean It was a day I had looked forward to ever since I was a little girl. Today is my wedding day and to tell you that I am excited is an understatement. I could sleep hardly at all last night. Sandy (my maid of honor) and I talked till early in the morning about our lives. We spoke about our childhoods as well as how we learned about life. I had once dated her brother Terry, and I grew to like Sandy over the years. Even when Terry and I broke up two years ago, Sandy and I stayed close. I am not telling you that she is my best friend because that would not be correct, but Sandy and I liked a lot of the same things and I guess she is as close to a best friend as I could ask for. We still had plenty of time before we had to leave the house (her house) to get to the church. The wedding is scheduled for 11:30 and the reception is at 1. It was 8:50 and I was wanting to get in my wedding dress and wear it over to the church instead of taking it and putting it on there at the church. Sandy seemed to be as anxious as I was for me to get into my dress. Terry was nice enough to let us use his room for changing and getting ready. His room had one wall that was nothing but floor-length mirror on his closet door (that is why we used his room). I stood there looking at the beautiful woman looking back at me in the mirror. Sandy and I were talking about how happy Peter is going to be seeing me walk down the isle. There was a knock on the door and Terry asked if he could come in a moment. Sandy and I said sure and the door opened and in walked Terry with a big grin on his face. Sandy said, “I need to go check on the food for the reception, I want to make sure the caterer get everything there on time.” Terry waited for his sister to walk out the door and when it was shut, he said, “I have an early wedding present for you.” And he handed me an envelope. I said, “Oh, Terry, you shouldn’t have, you have been way too kind already, letting us use your room and driving us over to the church. This is way to much.” Terry said, “Look in it and then tell me that.” I opened the envelope and inside I could tell it was pictures, I then said, “What’s this, Terr, you’re giving us pictures?” I said that as I pulled them out but the moment I saw them my stomach turned upside down. And I dropped them on to the floor. I could not believe the pictures that he had shown me. They were dirty pictures of a woman sucking his dick. I saw that and did not look any closer before I dropped them on the floor. When they hit the floor they spread all over and as I looked down, I saw that I was the woman/girl in the pictures doing all those nasty things, and there were so many. I could not believe my eyes; my mind was racing and my eyes swelled with tears. I managed to say as Terry knelt down, picking them up, “Why? How? When?” Terry stood up and handed me the pictures and as he did he said, “Look at them close. I want to give you these pictures and the developed film. I made these when we were together and it is just my way of finally letting go of you, so to speak.” I began to feel a little comfortable, however, “shook” might be a better way to describe what was running through me. Part of me was glad that Terry was giving me these pictures because I did not want Peter to know that I had been sexually active before we got together. Again I asked, “Why did you take these? When did you take these? Why are you giving them to me now on my wedding day?” Terry smiled and said, “Well, to tell you the truth, I want something from you. In fact, I want three things from you. First of all, ever since we broke up, I can’t get you and the way that you sucked my cock out of my mind, so I want one last blowjob right now.” I almost screamed but I did not want Sandy to know what kind of an asshole that her brother was. I said, “Are fucking crazy? Are you on drugs? Get the fuck out of here!” Terry stood there smiled and said, “Sure, no problem. I’ll just give the other stuff to Peter when we get to the church. I’m sure he will appreciate these. I’m sure he already knows how great a mouth you have.” Terry walked to the door and as he reached for the door knob I said “Wait, wait a minute.” Terry stopped and turned and said, “That’s more like it, but since you were such a fucking bitch about it, I want more than just a fucking blowjob; you now have to convince me that you not only will suck me off, now I have to feel as if it is your idea and not mine. Even if you just suck me off and I don’t feel that you enjoyed it, I’ll still give Peter the other set of pictures and the film. Do it right and all this will be our little secret.” Here I was in my wedding dress with my veil and everything. I said, “Let me get out of this dress first.” I did not want to do such a disgusting thing while I was in my snow white wedding dress. Terry said, “Oh, no, you stay dressed just like that and come over here. I want to watch you in the mirror.” He walked over to the mirror and stood there waiting for me to move. I guess I waited too long because he then said as he started walking to the door again. “I ain’t got all day, you either do it or not.” Again I said, “Wait” and then, “OK, OK, let’s get it over with before Sandy gets back.” Terry said, “Oh, no, it ain’t going to happen like that. If you don’t make me feel as if you are into this heart and soul, I don’t care if I get off or not, Peter still gets the pictures and negatives. Got it? Make me feel as if you want to suck my cock and I fucking mean it. If this is the last time I get those fucking lips wrapped my cock, I want it to be the best fucking blowjob on this earth. Now I am going to stand right here in front on my mirror sideways so I can watch you sucking and working my cock as if you worshiped it. Got that, Tracy?” My God, I could not believe Terry. He never spoke to me like this, he was always so nice, in fact that is why we broke up, he was just so average, so mundane. Now he’s a fucking asshole. I knew what he wanted me to do, but how could I make him feel as if I wanted to do this when I didn’t. I just know that if I don’t what Terry wants me to do Peter will see those dirty pictures. I slowly walked up to Terry and I saw that he was watching me through the mirror so I looked at him took a big gulp of air and giving Terry as sexy a smile as I could I said “How would like your big dick sucked before we head to the church, just for old times sake? What’s it been, Terry, two years?” He said, “I don’t know, Tracy, I mean you’re getting married to Peter in a couple hours. You sure you want to get on your knees in your wedding dress and suck my cock, Tracy? Hell, I’m game if you are. Hell, yeah, baby, come here and go for it.” I kept looking at him in the mirror as I stood in front of him unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. I slowly knelt down and as I did I pulled his trousers and underpants down. It has been two years since I last saw Terry’s dick. It seemed as if had grown to double the size that it was the last time I touched it or had it in my mouth. He was half hard and he seemed so big around, I was glad that he did not want to put in between my legs, I know it would hurt like hell, I remember when we did have sex that he was very quick and even then it hurt a little. I knelt there and I reached for his cock, I grabbed hold of it and with in a minute it was stiff and hard. God, he was so fucking big, my tiny little hand seemed too small to hold it. I leaned forward and I saw the liquid coming from the head of his dick before my lips stretched around it, Shit, he had to be twice as big as he use to be. Terry put his hands on top of my veil and he began fucking my mouth. Before (two years ago), Terry would like to do that and it was then that I had learned how to take his dick down my throat. I knew that he wanted me to do that but he was way too big. I brought up my other hand and grabbed his cock with both of them and held on so he would not suffocate me. I heard him talking but I was so wrapped up in what I was doing I did not understand him. I felt him pushing my head back and when he did I held onto his dick stroking it and trying to get him off. I knew that once I did Terry would be satisfied and this ordeal would be over. I was not looking at myself in the mirror, but I heard Terry say as he finally pushed my mouth off him, “Slow down, Tracy, I know you love sucking cock, but not so fast, baby. Hell, you don’t know what the other two things I want you to do yet, honey.” I kept stroking his fat cock as I looked up at him in the mirror as he was looking at me and trying to pull him back into my mouth. I knew that he was close and I know Terry, I just know that if I can just get him to climax he would let this thing go and this would be over. I also knew that his sister would be back any moment and I could not be giving her brother a blowjob when she walked in. I looked up at him and said as hot as I could muster, “Please, Terry, let me have it, baby, come on, give it to me, come on, baby.” Terry smiled into the mirror and said, “God, Tracy, you are a horny hot fucking little cocksucker. I bet your little cunt is all wet right now. I bet you’re so fucking hot right now, Tracy, that your little panties are soaking wet. I want you to take them off and show me. If they are dry, we can stop all of this right now and I’ll give you the pictures and the negatives. Stand up and take them off. If they are wet, then you will do two things more for me.” I stood up and asked, “What two other things?” Hoping to God he did not want to change his mind and want to fuck me with his monster dick that he now had. Terry said, “First of all, lets see the panties, then I’ll tell you.” I stood up and I watched myself in the mirror as reached under my wedding dress and I grabbed hold of my panties and as I pulled them down, I was so surprised when the crotch clung to me the way they did, they finally let go and snapped down. I stepped out of them and as I held them up to Terry I could see that the crotch was soaked, I mean they were so soaked they looked like I had worn them into a swimming pool or something. I knew that my body had betrayed me. I could not help it, I did love sucking Peter, and yes, even Terry when we were together. After I left Terry I had made a vow never to have sex with another man until my wedding night. So when it came to sex I would go so far and then get them off. Once they climax they are always easy to control then. And I am always so turned on I either masturbate while I suck off a guy or as soon as I can get alone I'll masturbate. Terry brought my panties to his nose and took in a long smell of my wet crotch. He said, “Tracy, Tracy, you are so fucking wet right now I bet you are actually dripping onto the carpet. So the second thing I want you to do is, you are not to put any panties the rest of the day. Can you do that, my dear?” I thought for a tiny moment and said, “Sure, OK, yeah, I can do that, that’s all you want is for me to be naked under my wedding dress and after today when I leave on my honeymoon with Peter, you will give me the rest of the pictures and the negatives?” Terry still holding my panties to his nose said, “That’s right, Tracy, but the is just one more thing. You see, dear, it has been so long since I last had you that I will be the first person that you fuck today. I’m going to fuck you with my log before we leave for the church.” Immediately I said, “No, please, not that, please, Terry, I’ll do what you want, I’ll suck you off, you know I will, and you know I love doing that, I’ll go without panties all day, hell, all next week if you want, but please, anything but that.” Terry looked at me and with a nasty smile on his face, he said, “Anything, Tracy?” I said, “Yes, please, I’ll do anything but please don’t fuck my pussy with that thing. Please, I’ve saved myself for tonight; I’ll do anything but that. If you fuck me Peter will know I am not a virgin and he thinks that I am, please, I’ll do anything you want.” Terry said, “OK, tell you what. I can live without fucking your pussy. Hell, I fucked it before, and pussy is pussy, but fucking your ass is a whole other thing altogether. I have never fucked a girl in her asshole; you’re going to be my very first.” My mind was screaming, “NO, NO, NO.” I just knew that his dick would rip me if he tried to fuck me there. My only hope was to go along and get him off with my mouth. I know men; they always talk like that when they are hot and wanting to fuck. Peter even talked like that when I would refuse to let him fuck my pussy. Every man I have known talks like that all the time when they want sex. Jimmy did (he was between Terry and Peter). I know that if I can just get him off this will all be over. I knelt down and literally pulled his cock into my mouth as I began to stroke him and suck him like a lollypop. Terry grabbed my head again and was holding me tight as he fucked my face. I could tell he was getting close. Knowing that made me work harder. I heard the door open and a man’s voice. “Terry, your sister said to tell … What the fuck? Man, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to just bust in like this, I mean, your sister said you were up here talking and I was to tell you she had to run to Wal-Mart and if she did not get back in 45 minutes you were to take the bride to the church and she would meet you both there.” All the time he was talking I was fighting to pull back from Terry’s cock ramming in and out my mouth. I tried to push him back with my hands on his dick but he only held me tighter with his hands around the back of my head. Terry said, “Come in here, Charlie. How would you like a blowjob? Tracy here loves sucking off guys; shit, she is the hottest cocksucker in town; this bitch has a mouth that loves the taste of cum and is hotter than a fucking firecracker. I bet if you ask her she would tell you just how much she would love to suck you dick. Now wouldn’t you, Tracy?” with that he let the back of my head go and I pushed off of his dick. I had to hold on to it to keep from pushing myself over. Terry again said in a very strict tone, “I said, ‘Wouldn’t you, Tracy?’ Tell Charlie here just how much you want to suck him off and you will get what you want sooner. “Tell you what, Tracy, lets do this: Lets have a cocksucking contest and see who you can get off first. The loser fucks you in your ass. How’s that sound to you, Charlie, want to have a cocksucking contest and the winner fucks Tracy here in her ass?” Charlie closed the door and walked up to us undoing his pants and dropping them, showing me his hard-on. Instantly I knew if I had to get fucked in my ass to keep those pictures from Peter I wanted Charlie to fuck me he was one-third the size of Terry. Of course being a few years younger helped and yet I thought it could also hurt me. I mean the way he was so hard so fast I sure as hell did not want him to climax the minute I put my mouth on him. I turned my head to Terry and went after him like a woman possessed. Terry told Charlie to move a little so they both could watch me work. Terry said to Charlie, “Get down there, pull her ass up and finger her.” I heard that and I looked to the mirror as I watched Charlie lifting the back of my wedding dress and placing it on the small of my back I could see my white stockings and my white flower garters that I was to throw at the reception. I watched as he brought his hand up between my legs and his fingers touched me. I hard Charlie say as I moaned at his touch, “Jesus, she is so wet, I think she peed herself.” Terry kept pumping in my face as he said, “No, she just gets that way when she is hot, wanting cock. You love cock, don’t you, Tracy?” I knew what he wanted me to say, I was trapped and I had to play his fucking game. I had to get this over with. I pulled back from his cock to give my aching jaw a break and to say as hot and as nasty as I could because I knew that is what men like at times like this, “Yes, I love cock, I love big fat cocks.” I said that and went back to sucking his fat cock. Then he said “When you walk down the aisle this afternoon will you be thinking about my cock in your mouth sweetheart?” he pushed me back expecting an answer. I said, “You know I will, Terry, you know I will.” I dove back for his cock to suck and get him off. All I could think of was making him come so he would leave me alone. He then said, “I bet while you are walking down that aisle you will be remembering how Charlie and I both fucked you and how much you wanted us to fuck you, won’t you, bitch?” I let go of his dick pulled back and said, “Yes, God-Dam-it, yes, now stop talking and come for me, come for me, baby.” I felt Charlie fingering me and it was driving me crazy, I was lost to my own lust. My body wanted sex in the worst way. And I knew that if I did not get these two guys off soon I would not be able to stop anything that they would want to do to me. I heard Terry talking softly and so tender as he kept pumping into my fist and face. “That’s it, Tracy, that’s it yeah, suck it baby. Yeah, Charlie, that’s it yeah, put it in her. Fuck her, Charlie.” I felt Charlie move in between my legs and I felt his dick against my cunt. I felt as if I was on fire, and the only thing to put out the fire was Charlie. I felt him slide inside of me and I gave out a very loud, very hot, very horny moan. I could feel myself being invaded at both ends at the same time. My mind was going crazy. One moment I was shouting at myself “yea, yea, fuck me” while at the same time I could hear myself also screaming “NO, NO, NO, you can’t enjoy this, you can’t you can’t enjoy this, they are forcing you to do this, stop liking it, stop it, stop loving the feeling.” I gave into my sick naked lust. Terry had me to a place that I could not escape. I felt him begin to ejaculate and I took a great big gulp of air before I pulled him into my throat as far as I could without pain. I felt his cock pulse as he emptied his balls into me one more time as he had so many times before when we were together. I was so wrapped up in sucking Terry off that I forgot about Charlie fucking me. When Terry pulled out of my mouth I just dropped my face to the floor and closed my eyes facing the mirror as I captured every moment of pleasure coming into my brain from his dick in my cunt. I barely heard Terry say something to him because I was lost in that place of pleasure. I felt him pull out and I opened my eyes to see him pulling back. I said, “NO, don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck me, fuck me.” I heard Terry say, “I want to watch you suck him off Tracy, suck the kid off, come on, honey you know you want to, you can play with yourself the way you like to as you suck him, baby.” I pushed myself up with my tired arms and kneeling in front of Charlie as he came in front of me I sucked him in my mouth. I did not have to hold his dick. He was small enough (about the size of Peter) that I could take him all the way in my mouth and down my throat without any trouble at all. I began working my head bobbing it back and fourth working his dick wanting to feel it explode in my mouth. I reached under my dress and found my clit and my hole, I began to rub it as I held my eyes closed fucking Charlie’s dick with my mouth. The more I sucked the more I rubbed myself the more I rubbed myself the more I wanted him to come. I felt something pushing against my opening and I touched it with my fingers. When I realized I was touching the end of Terry’s cock I moaned knowing that he was going to try and fuck me with it. As Terry slowly entered me I thought I would be ripped open but just the opposite happen, he went in so perfect, and I felt like his whole body was inside of me. I guess what surprised me so much was feeling him like that gave me pleasure like I had never felt before in my life. I felt Charlie begin to ejaculate and I milked his dick for every drop. I kept milking him so hard that when he finally did manage to pull out of my mouth there was a large popping sound as he broke the suction. Again I dropped my face to the floor leaving my ass in the air for Terry to keep fucking. I just laid there moaning and moaning as Terry fucked me. I was lost; I was so out of it with pleasure that when Terry asked me a question I did not hear it. He stopped fucking me and I cried out “No, don’t stop, keep fucking me.” A Wedding Day to Remember Ch. 02 I could not shake that feeling that they had taken me to yet, because of either damn luck or maybe on purpose; they would not take me to that climax, that big one that I had felt building and building as they used me. They came several times, and I only had that one small climax. Needless to say, I felt that I had been cheated, not being able to achieve that climax that I had wanted and at the time felt that I needed so bad. I was glad that Sandy and Terry did not want to talk in the van; I had to sort this all out in my mind before I could say, “I do” to Peter. I kept wondering what that climax would have felt like and if Peter would be able to make me feel that way tonight on our honeymoon. Thinking about it again, I was not happy that I had to settle for my own manipulation of myself with my fingers just to get myself off. Yes, it worked (as it always does), and I did climax, but it was far from being the climax that I thought I was getting ready to have and that I knew that my mind and body honestly craved. I was so fucking keyed up going over this in my mind over and over again on the way to the church that I felt myself fighting my own feelings, then on top of all that, knowing and feeling so damn wet between my legs did not help a bit. I’m no different that any other girl or bride, I thought of sex, but before right now it had always been with and about my boyfriend or, in this case, my husband-to-be. I really never dwelled on it like boys did; I had my moments, but today, right here, right now, my mind kept visualizing Terry and Charlie fucking me and how much I enjoyed sucking them off. When I admitted to myself that I had enjoyed sucking them off, I felt a shiver run through me as I guess I finally realized my honest feelings. Now, to top that off, I could feel and visualizes Terry’s and Charlie’s sperm slowly oozing out of me, which then made me hope that I did not stain my wedding dress. Oh no, thinking about all this was making my head spin and I am ashamed to admit it, was making me think of sex in ways that I had never thought of in the past. I could clearly smell my own breath and I could smell the sperm on it. I could only hope everyone else would not realize what that odor was and they would just think that it was bad breath. I thought it was a small price to pay to get those pictures from Terry. I also realized that I sort of had to keep kissing his ass (so to speak) until I had my hands on that envelope again. I found myself now fighting to keep my mind on Peter and my wedding day. When we arrived at the church, the large parking lot was being filled. My father had hired valet service and there were these men hopping into a car as soon as it pulled up and emptied. They looked real classy, dressed in black pants, white shirts and red vests. It looked like Daddy hired a little army. Because I was wearing my wedding dress, I did not wish to be seen just yet, so we drove around to the back and parked. We had to walk through the courtyard to get the bride’s dressing room. As we walked up to it, I was seeing it for the first time from the courtyard, I saw that the sliding glass door and picture windows from the outside. They looked like a big mirror, I said to Sandy, “Is that the bride’s dressing room? It’s a good thing I got dressed before we got here!” Sandy said, “Yes, it is, but don’t worry. You could have run around in there naked and no one could see inside.” When we got to the church, Terry brought his camera and stuff into the bride’s room where he set two cameras up in the back in the corners out of the way. Once he started them, he told us they would record the preparation and that we better not say anything that we did not want recorded. He told us that he could edit some things out, but to be safe remind the other girls about it also. He then told us he had to run back to the studio for a few minutes but he would be back before I had to walk down the aisle because he had to film that also. The bride’s room was set up rather nice; it was a big room with two couches, hassocks, three tables and four straight-back chairs, as well as some lounge chairs. It had everything that a waiting bride could want or need -- including a TV and VCR to help pass the time. There wasn’t much for us to do since I was already dressed, Sandy did fix my hair again; I knew I should have put more hairspray on it, but Peter likes my hair this way (long and soft). Sandy told me I don’t know how many times that she didn’t understand how I could manage to get my hair all messed up in less than an hour. I wondered what she would have said if I told her that her brother had just raped me in his room. Well, it was rape, you know. I sure as hell did not want him or his friend to fuck me. The more I thought about it, I knew that it was a rape. Terry fucking took me against my will. Maybe I should call the police and make a report? Sandy and the rest of my bridesmaids kept coming and going as I sat there lost in my thoughts sitting in on the couch with my feet up on one of the hassocks in front of the TV. Terry got back rather quickly and when he came into the room to set his cameras up, he handed me the envelope that he had promised. He whispered in my ear, “I trust you to keep your promise. All the pictures are here, including the ones I took an hour ago. No tricks; they are all yours. Peter will never see them unless, of course, you decide to show them to him.” He kissed me on the cheek and walked out. I looked at the clock and I still had 38 minutes to sit and wait. Sandy was popping in and out; the rest of the girls were doing the same. My parents came in and left, every one could tell that I was deep in thought. I am sure they thought it was the wedding and not what I was really thinking about. Peter’s parents came in, his mother could see I was thinking and she asked me if I was all right and I said yes, however she seemed to know something was wrong. I was glad when she asked everyone to leave so we could talk a moment. Once the room cleared she sat down and asked, “Honey, you aren’t having second thoughts, are you?” Her question hit me hard. I was not even thinking about the wedding, I was so wrapped up in my mixed-up mind that Peter and the wedding just did not seem to rate what I was thinking about. I know that sounds crazy but now you can see just how screwed up my mind is. I told her, “Oh, no, I just need to be alone a bit. I’m fine. This is just a very big day and I am trying to just it all in. Could you ask everyone to leave me alone? I’ll come out when I am ready.” Mrs. Casey said, “You take your time, dear. Don’t worry about starting on time, in fact, it is customary for the bride to make everyone wait a bit, so you come out when you are ready.” Peter’s mother went to the door and before she opened it she said, “Honey, the door has a lock on it. Would you like me to lock it so you can be alone, dear?” I turned, looked at her and said, “Yes, please. I won’t be long. Tell my dad it will be a little bit yet.” Mrs. Casey said, “Sure, take your time and don’t come out of here until you are ready.” She opened the door and the long hall was full of my bridesmaids and friends. Mrs. Casey locked and shut the door. Almost instantly I heard a tapping on the sliding glass door behind me, I could see that Terry standing there holding a briefcase. I motioned for him to go away, but he kept tapping. I finally got up, unlocked the slider and said, “I want to be alone right now. Haven’t you done enough damage to me today? Can’t you just leave me alone?” Terry pushed the slider open and stepped inside. Without a word he walked over to the VCR, opened his briefcase and pulled out a videotape, putting it in the VCR. He then said, “Come over here and watch this.” I did not move. I stood there puzzled why he thought he could just come in and tell me what to do. I did not move. He said, “Fine, then, watch from over there but if you know what is good for you, bitch, you’ll watch this fucking video that we both made or your new fucking husband is going to know what kind of a fucking slut that you are and he is marrying.” He pushed play and after a moment the TV began to show what was on his important videotape. I saw him standing (or sitting) in front of the camera and he began speak into the camera; I had a sick feeling in my stomach as he began. He looked straight into the lens and said, “Before think that there is a way out of this, Tracy baby, let me say that there is not. You may be getting married to Peter, but from this day forward you fucking belong to me -- heart, body and soul. What you are about to see right now is an edited version of your little gang-bang less than an hour ago before we left for the church. Right now I have the master videotape and three copies made. If you do not do as you are told, trust me, Peter gets the first copy, your parents get the second one and, of course, Peter's folks get the last copy. From this moment you can never, and I mean never, say no to anything that I fucking tell you to do. And most of all, when I tell you to fuck or suck, you better give me a great acting performance like you did today. Oh, I forgot, you weren’t acting, were you? You know what I fucking mean. Don’t even think that you have a fucking choice because you don’t. Now watch the biggest whore in town fucking and sucking two men an hour before she gets married. Oh, yes, my love, you are a fucking whore. You do know what a whore is, don’t you, Tracy? It is a woman that will fuck any man with a dick, and, oh yes, you are a whore all right, and you know why I know that? “You see, Tracy, from this moment on, you are my fucking whore; you are going to be fucking so many guys your cunt is going to be known by all the men in town as the town’s ‘cum dump.’ Yea, you heard that right baby, you are nothing more but a fucking cum dump.’ You know what that is, don’t you? Well, let me tell you, that is a place men dump their cum into. You, my dear, will be having cum placed in you in all three holes from now on from this day forward. Oh, don’t even think about trying to cancel the fucking wedding. If you do, I will still give everyone the video and your life will be ruined. Don’t even think of doing something stupid like killing yourself or I’ll get the video out for everyone in your family that you love or that loves you. You are mine, doll, and you do what the fuck I say, when I say it and you will show me that you fucking love doing whatever it is I have you do. Got that, bitch? Now watch the show.” I looked at Terry with tears in my eyes and as I began to cry Terry said, ”What’s the matter, Tracy, did you lose your understanding of the fucking English language? Did you forget already? Get your ass over there, sit your naked ass down on the hassock and do what you’re fucking told.” I walked over in a daze, sobbing. I wanted to scream at him, but something told me not to. As I got to the hassock Terry said, “Knock that fucking crying off.” I lifted the back of my dress up and sat with my bare ass on the hassock. The videotape went black and then it came back on again showing me as I was walking into Terry’s bedroom door. I watched as I slowly walked up to Terry and I looked into the mirror at him and said in a very sexy hot voice. “How would like your big cock sucked right now before we head over to the church just for old times sake, baby? What’s it been, Terry, two years?” He said, “I don’t know, Tracy, I mean you’re getting married to Peter in a couple hours. You sure you want to get on your knees in your wedding dress and suck my big fat cock, Tracy? Hell, yes, I’m game if you are, hell, yeah, baby, come here and go for it.” I watched as I stood in front of him unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. I slowly knelt down and as I did I pulled his trousers and underpants down. As his dick came into view I heard myself give a slight moan. He was half hard and he was big. I knelt there and I reached for his cock. I grabbed hold of it and with in a minute it was stiff and hard. I remembered what I thought at the time, that he was so fucking big, I had stopped my crying and I sat there sniffling as I watched. I felt mad, betrayed, hurt and a tiny bit excited watching myself like this. Remembering the mirrored glass and sliding door here at the bride’s room I realized that his closet doors must be like that, he had a camera set up behind the mirror and he videotaped everything. Then with his high-speed equipment that he always brags about he must have gone back and made the copies. I didn’t mean to but I leaned forward a little and I discovered that in doing so, my pussy that was still wet and oozing his and Charlie’s cum allowed it to move on the leather. In doing so, it sent an unwanted feeling of pleasure running through me. I heard myself moan again on the TV right before my lips stretched open and then closed around Terry’s cock. I began making love to his cock, my eyes were closed and my face while full of his cock. It clearly showed anyone that would see this video that I really loved what I was doing to Terry. No one would ever believe that I had been forced to do it and that I was only acting out the part as Terry made me. I watched as Terry put his hands on top of my veil and he began fucking my mouth. I watched his hips moved back and forth as he was fucking my face and I kept hearing myself moaning over and over with pleasure. I watched as I brought up my other hand and grabbed his cock so I had both of them holding his big dick and held on as he pounded into my face. I heard Terry say on the TV, “Slow down, Tracy, there ain’t no hurry. Don’t worry, honey, I’ll give you my cum, slow down, Trace.” I watched him pushing my head back and when he did manage to get my mouth off of him, I just held onto his dick stroking it and trying to get him off. Terry said it again to me as he finally pushed my mouth off of him, “Slow down, Tracy. I know you love sucking cock, but not so fast baby, hell, you don’t know what the other two things I want you to do yet honey.” I sat there on the hassock and I was shocked at what I was watching, I could see my own eyes on the video and my own lust clearly showed as I knelt there in front of him in his room on my knees stroking his big fat cock with both of my hands waiting to be told what else that he wanted me to do for him today before I took my wedding vows. I kept stroking his fat cock as I looked up at him and he was looking down at me. The video clearly showed that I was fighting to get his dick back into my mouth, that I was trying to pull him back to keep sucking him Then when I heard myself saying “Please, Terry, let me have it baby, come on, give it to me, come on, baby” I don’t know why I was so surprised; I did not recall it happening that way at all. I looked back at it all in my mind and I still felt that I was forced to do what he wanted when the video clearly showed that I was the one to start the sex in his room and that it even looked as though I had done the forcing for sex. Terry looked like he was fighting me off. Terry smiled and said, “God, Tracy, you are one hot horny fucking little cocksucker. I bet your little cunt is all wet right now. I bet you’re so fucking hot right now that your little panties are soaking wet. I want you to take them off and show them to me.” I watched as I stood up to reach under my full wedding dress and pulled my panties off. I stepped out of them and as I held them up to Terry I could clearly see on the TV that the crotch was wet; it clearly showed that they were soaked. Terry brought my panties to his nose and took in a long smell of my wet crotch. He said, “Tracy, Tracy, you are so fucking wet right now I bet you are actually dripping onto the carpet. So the second thing I want you to do for me is, I do not want you to put any panties back on for the rest of the day, can you do that, my dear?” I heard my voice and I sounded way to eager to please Terry. I could hear the excitement in my voice I said, “Sure, OK, yeah, I can do that, that’s all you want is for me to be naked under my wedding dress. What else do you want me to do for you, Terry?” “Well, baby, it has been so long since I last had you I want to be the first person that you fuck today, I’m going to fuck you with my log before we leave for the church. Would you like that, Tracy?” Again I heard myself as I moaned on the TV and I knelt back down in front of him and literally pulled his cock into my mouth as I began to stroke him and suck him like a lollypop. Terry grabbed my head again and was holding me tight as he fucked my face again. I watched and I could tell that he was getting close to a climax even on the video. God, watching it happening all over again was getting to me. I just sat there and I can’t explain what I was feeling. I guess the best word would be “numb” yet watching myself was having an effect on me. I saw Terry’s bedroom door open and a young man came in talking. “Terry, your sister said to tell … What the fuck, Oh man, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to just bust in like this, I mean your sister said you were up here talking and I was to tell you she had to run to Wal-Mart and if she did not get back in 45 minutes you were to take the bride to the church and she would meet you both there.” I watched as he talked and I was surprised to see that I did not struggle to pull away from Terry as I thought I had tried to do, or thought that I had. I watched as Terry kept ramming in and out my mouth as I held on tight to his dick. I had thought that he held me tight against himself by holding the back of my head and that he forced me to keep sucking him. I thought that he put both of his hands behind my head and held me tight so I could not get away and stop sucking his cock. Yet here it was, right in front of my eyes that it did not happen like that at all. I was amazed at my reaction; the video clearly showed that it was all in my mind. Terry had actually just placed his fingers on the top of my head. It looked more like he was holding on so I did not knock him over; his fingertips were just touching the top of my head. Terry said to the young man that walked in, “Come in here, Charlie. How would you like a blowjob, Tracy here loves sucking guys hard cocks, shit, she is the hottest cocksucker in town. This bitch has a mouth that love the taste of cum. and is hotter than a fucking firecracker.” I then heard myself moan loud on the TV and I moaned right after that, as he talked to his friend Charlie, then I heard him say to him on the TV, “I bet if you ask her, she would tell you just how much she would love to suck you dick, now wouldn’t you, Tracy?” I never stopped sucking Terry I just stroked him and made my sexy moaning sounds, he then said, “Tell you what, Tracy, lets do this, lets have a cocksucking contest and see who you can get off first. The loser fucks you in your ass. How’s that sound to you, Charlie? Want to have a cocksucking contest, the first one to come loses and the winner fucks Tracy here in her ass?” Charlie said, “Fuck, yeah, lets do it,” as he closed the door and walked up to us undoing his pants and dropping them showing me his hard-on. I watched myself pull back from Terry’s cock and I said, “Yeah, lets do it.” I then turned my head back to Terry and went after him like a woman possessed. Terry told Charlie to move a little so they both could watch me work through the mirror. I now understood why he said that because it was obvious he had a camera filming us through the mirror. Terry told Charlie to get behind me and pull my ass up and to finger-fuck me. I heard that and I looked at myself looking into the mirror. I watched on the TV as Charlie lifted the back of my full wedding dress and placed it on the small of my back I could see my white stockings and my white flower garters that I was to throw at the reception. I watched as he brought his hand up between my legs and his fingers touched me. I could almost feel his fingers again as I watched him finger-fucking me A Wedding Day to Remember Ch. 02 I heard Charlie say as I moaned at his touch, “Jesus, she is so fucking wet. I think she peed herself.” Terry kept pumping in my face as he said, “No, she just gets that way when she is hot wanting cock. You love cock, don’t you, Tracy?” I watched and waited for my response, I pulled back from Terry’s cock and I said in a hot and as nasty voice, “Yes, I love cock, I love big fat cocks.” I said that and went back to sucking Terry’s fat cock. Then Terry said, “When you walk down the aisle this afternoon, Tracy, you will be thinking about my cock in your mouth won’t you sweetheart?” I saw myself pull back from his cock and looking up at him I said, “You know I will Terry, you know I will.” I was mesmerized sitting there on the hassock like that, watching myself dive back for his cock to suck and get him off. He then said “I bet while you are walking down that isle you will be remembering how Charlie and I both fucked you and how much you wanted us to fuck you, won’t you, bitch?” I sat there watching and waiting for my answer. Again I pulled back and I said, “Yes, yes, Goddammit, yes, now stop talking and come for me, come for me, baby.” I felt Charlie fingering me and I could tell that it was driving me crazy. I was lost to both of them, I was telling them with my mouth and my body that I wanted sex right then in the worst way. I watched as Charlie kept finger fucking me but he was changing position and he moved in between my wide-open legs aiming his cock into me. I closed my eyes for a moment recalling the feeling of his cock sliding into my pussy. I opened my eyes them as I heard Terry say softly as he kept fucking into my fist and face, “That’s it, Tracy, that’s it, yeah, suck it, baby. Yeah, Charlie, that’s it, yeah, put it in her, fuck her, Charlie.” I gave out a very loud, very hot, very horny moan and I told both of them that I loved his cock in me as I sucked on the other. Terry said, “I’m coming, Tracy, here it comes, baby, take it honey, take all of it.” I sat there in front of the TV and my groin, my pussy, my fucking cunt ached, I was so turned on watching this all over again I could not believe my eyes. I watched as Terry came in my mouth and I watched as I let go of his cock with my two hands and that reached up with both of them and I watched as I wrapped both arms around his ass pulling him tight into myself while he had his hands behind my head holding me tight. It seemed like we stayed like that for a long time, I did not remember it happening that way, but it did. As I sat there watching myself, I realized that I was moving my hips back and forth sitting there with the leather between my crack. I felt so sexually turned on I knew I had to do something or I would just scream. I lifted the front of my dress up and bunched it up in front of me with my left arm and, using my free right hand, I found the center of my need and masturbated like crazy, hoping no one would try to open the locked door. I was so focused on the TV and my own sexual hunger that I had forgotten all about Terry being in the room with me. All that I could think of was, I had to get off, that I needed a climax right now. I sat there with my hand between my legs and I focused my attention on the lewd action on the TV. I watched as Terry pulled out of my mouth and I dropped my face to the floor. I had my eyes open and there was pure lust and bliss all over my face. Terry said, “Charlie, you got to feel her mouth, come around here and let her suck you off while I fuck her.” I watched as Charlie pulled back and I could see the need in my eyes as I shouted at him. “NO, don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck me, fuck me.” Terry then said, “I want to watch you suck him off, Tracy. Suck the kid off, come on, honey, you know you want to, you can play with yourself the way you like to as you suck him, baby.” I saw my eyes light up as I pushed myself up front of Charlie as he came in front of me and I sucked him into my mouth. Once he was in my mouth I wrapped my arms around him and held on to his ass as he fucked my mouth. I then watched as I began working my head, bobbing it back and forth, working his dick like my face was a milking machine. I watched as I knelt there on the floor and letting go of Charlie with my right hand I reached back and began working my clit and my hole. I sat there masturbating like a crazy woman watching myself being fucked in my face masturbating. I was fixed on the TV as I watched myself work my own crotch with my eyes closed fucking Charlie’s dick with my mouth. The more I sucked him the more I rubbed myself the more I rubbed myself the harder I sucked him. I saw Terry standing there with his huge cock in his fist slowly stroking it and making it hard again. I watched as he knelt down behind me and aimed his cock in me. I worked two fingers into my hole sitting on the edge of the hassock trying to re-live that moment but my two fingers just were not enough. I had to put one more finger inside. I sat there with my legs wide apart as I watched Terry’s cock disappear completely from view on the TV. I could hear myself moaning and moaning as he fucked me I watched as I completely lost it on the TV I watched as I brought my right hand and arm back up and wrapped them around Charlie as he kept fucking my face I watched him come and I kept hold of him. I watched as I sucked and sucked every drop of sperm from his balls. Watching the video I could see him pushing my head back as he tried to get free from me and when he did manage to break free it came with a very loud popping sound as his cock broke suction with my mouth and lips. When Charlie broke free, I just I dropped my face to the floor leaving my ass in the air for Terry to keep fucking me. I just lay there moaning and moaning as he kept giving me his meat. I had my three fingers fucking myself and I was moaning with pleasure, I had forgotten all about Terry being in the room until he came over to me and said softly in my ear, “Sandy said you have 15 minutes. I think that’s enough time for me to fill that hole of yours again, don’t you Tracy? You can’t be dripping my cum out of you if I don’t put some more inside, you know.” All of a sudden I realized what was going on and how I got to this point. Yes, I was turned on but I sure as hell did not want to fuck that son of a bitch Terry. I knew that I did not have a choice, that he was going to fuck me and I could not do anything whatsoever to stop him. I did not want to look at him so I said, “Do it from behind. Do me from behind and make sure you don’t mess up the dress.” I pulled my fingers out and I stood up. I did not want to take a chance of messing up my dress, so, seeing the couch behind me between the sliding glass door and the TV, I walked around the couch and leaned forward trying to reach behind myself and pull the back of my dress up. Terry moved in behind me and finished lifting up the back of my dress. When he flung it up, it covered me so much that I had to reach up and move it a little to finish watching the videotape of Terry and myself. Using his feet, Terry kicked my legs wide open, I felt his lovely fat cock touch me and then I felt it slide inside, filling me and making my head spin. Terry began pumping in and out slowly at first, then he began to pick up speed. It wasn’t long before he had stirred that feeling and desire for that climax that I was cheated out of. Terry picked up speed and I knew that it would not be long before I would get there. I felt him grab hold of my hips and then cram his cock as far in me as he could. He did it again -- he came before I did and again I was cheated from having that huge climax that was just beyond my reach. Terry pulled his log out of me and then said, “Stay just like that. Charlie is here and he gets another turn. Don’t fucking move.” I heard the sliding glass door open and I heard Terry say, “Hurry, get your ass in here. Don’t say a fucking word and fuck the bitch.” I should have screamed, I should have cried, I should have done something but I didn’t. I just lifted my eyes up to see the TV and I kept watching Terry on the video make me crazy with his cock. I then felt Charlie get behind me and insert himself inside of me, only this time he felt smaller. It still felt wonderful, being fucked like this while watching him fucking me on the TV. He was like a fucking rabbit; he fucked me so hard that the couch shook. I felt him ejaculate and he pulled out. Terry said to me, “Don’t move, stay like that.” I then felt him re-enter me and this time Terry felt a little bigger. It was feeling so good I just closed my eyes and listened to the TV as he kept fucking me. He came again, and he pulled out just as I was going to climax. I felt him re-entered me only this time he felt more like himself, nice and big and nice and fat. I had finally reached it and this time I came, I closed my eyes so tight that I saw stars, felt the hardest, the best and the longest climax of my whole life. The way he kept fucking me made me feel that my climax would never end. I heard the TV louder as Terry asked me, “When your new husband is fucking you tonight on your honeymoon, while he has his small dick in you, will you be thinking of him and his small dick or will you have your eyes closed fantasizing that it is me with my big fat cock fucking you tonight?” I kept my eyes closed as I kept climaxing. I already knew what I had told him; I heard my voice say, ““You, you know that I’ll be thinking of you and your lovely big fat cock fucking me, I love your cock, baby, now fuck me with it, baby, fuck me and make me come, please make me come, Terry, make me come, baby.” I heard Terry grunt on the TV at the same time I heard him breathing hard and loud fucking me like crazy as he was beginning his climax one more time. All over again. I felt him pull out of me, I started to move to get up when he said “just one more time Tracy, one more time, want me to fuck you one more time before you walk down the isle honey?” I had my eyes closed and I managed to say softly “yes, just one more time.” I could feel the slimy sperm coming out of my hole and running down my inner thighs. I felt him move in again behind me, he was lots smaller this time I figured it was because he just came again for the fourth time, his dick just did not have time to get hard and big again. He gripped my sides and fucked me like crazy. He came again and pulled out. I started to move again but Terry said, “Wait a minute. You got one more fucking coming. Hold on to your teeth; this one is really big.” I don’t know what or how he managed to do it but this time his cock felt even bigger than before. He slid into me and as he fucked me I could hear the nasty sound that my pussy was making and all the squishing as his monster cock would fill me and then he would pull back until his fat cock was completely out then he would shove it back in all the way to the bottom of my hole. I kept moaning and moaning, as I could not stop my climax even if I wanted to and right now I sure as hell didn’t want to. He finally picked up speed and the faster he went the harder he drove his cock into me. Soon he was like a piston ramming in and out of me. I could hardly breathe as he fucked me. I felt him flexing his body against my asscheeks. I knew that he was coming. He came and pulled out of me. I heard Terry ask, “Is that all of them, Pete? Any others want a piece of the bride?” I was still dazed from my climax, but somehow what he said made sense. I mean, how could one man have a dick that would one minute be small and hard, skinny and hard, short and fat, long and fat or be so big that it felt like a horse fucking me? Again I started to move to get up when Terry said, “You are so full of cum, baby, it is running down your legs. Let me get something to wipe it up with. Stay just like that so nothing gets on your wedding dress.” I heard the TV again as I came back down to earth. It was Terry’s voice (on the TV) as he said, “Hey, Charlie, no need to jack off. Come over here and fuck the bitch. You do want him to fuck you, don’t you, Tracy?” I heard myself say in my soft voice, “Yes, oh yes, please do it, I want to come.” I looked up at the TV to see Terry move away from behind me. I watched as Terry spit on his fingers then place them behind me. I watched as he slowly began to slide first one finger inside my ass and then soon another. I watched as he worked my asshole and then he began working my pussy. I watch amazed as I saw him work one, then two and finally three into my asshole, finger-fucking it faster and faster. I was amazed as I watched myself pushing back against his fingers in my pussy and my ass trying to get them in deeper inside of me. I watched as he pulled his fingers from both holes. I saw myself turn my head, open my eyes and look into the mirror as Charlie moved in with his stiff dick and he began shoving his cock into my asshole. I heard myself give out a long low moan of pleasure as Charlie buried his dick in me and began to fuck me. I watched as Terry moved around in front of me again and pulled my shoulders up bringing me off of the floor so I could suck him again. While I was watching all this on the TV, I felt someone behind me again and I felt fingers begin to work into my asshole just as Terry had done working in a finger at a time, just like he did it to me on the video. On the TV, I was being fucked in my ass with Terry’s half hard cock in front of my face. A Wedding Day to Remember Ch. 03 Terry (on TV) said to me, "Get me hard again, baby, I'm want to fuck you one more time before I take you to the church to marry your new husband. If you want me to fuck you one more time, all you have to do is begin sucking my cock. Don't worry if you don't want to do it, it is OK. In fact if you want to stop with just Charlie here fucking you in your asshole, drop your head close your eyes and enjoy it as he fucks you, baby. You will get the pictures; either way they are yours." I looked up at him, and then I looked into the mirror at Charlie as he was fucking me, his ass bouncing back and forth. I looked back up at Terry and his limp dick in front of my face, and I opened my mouth, moved forward to capture his dick and I took him between my lips. Anyone watching this video could tell that I wanted him to fuck me one more time before I left for the church to get married. Charlie kept fucking me in my asshole like a crazed man. As he did, I sucked on Terry's limp dick and it began to grow in my mouth. He grew to the point that I had to grab hold of it again with both hands. Charlie was slamming into me hard and fast, I watched him on the TV climax as he stopped and at the same time crammed as much of himself into my ass as he could. I saw him shake as he emptied his nuts into me. When he pulled out of my asshole, Terry pulled his half-hard cock out of my mouth and moved behind me. I watched on the TV as he put the head of his dick against my asshole and slowly pushed it in. What surprised me was watching myself pushing back against him, obviously trying to get him to give it to me deeper. While watching all this on the TV, I felt the fingers pull out of my ass as I was still bent over the back of the couch, I watched myself on the TV as I felt the head of a man's dick pushing into my ass replacing the fingers that had been driving me fucking crazy because of the feelings they gave me. I know this sounds sick but to watch myself being fucked in my ass on TV AND to feel it happening again at the same time only added to this sick, nasty, overpowering lust racing through my body and mind. The man behind me who had been finger-fucking my asshole wasted no time; once he had the head of his dick in me, he instantly began fucking me very hard and fast. I watched on the TV as I reached under myself fighting my wedding dress to finger myself as Terry fucked me on the TV while the man behind me fucked me. I reached down under myself cramming my hand and arm under my tummy and the back of the couch to get my fingers on my clit one more time. I looked back up at the TV and I saw just how crazy I was as Terry fucked my asshole. Terry was fucking faster and faster, driving me crazy. Feeling the man behind me fucking me in my asshole at the same time that I was watching myself on TV being fucked by Terry -- and add to that the feeling I was giving myself on my clit and fingering my hole -- took me way beyond any kind of reality, I was lost to this feeling of lust and animal desire for the pleasure to never stop and I wanted it all. While I was focused on the TV screen watching Terry's ass moving, I saw a pair of legs walk in front of me and a black dick stop right in front of my face. I can't honestly tell you if I leaned forward to take him in my mouth or if he stepped closer to my face. I can tell you that I opened my mouth and took him inside. I had only one hand on the cushion because my right hand was still under me adding to my pleasure, between my belly and the couch back, my fingers were still fingering my clit and hole. My throat had no protection against the assault he began to give me. I adjusted my head so I could breathe as he began to fuck me in my face and his cock plunged in and out of my throat. I had never seen any black man's cock before, however, I had heard that they had big dicks. His dick was as black as coal, but Terry had a larger and fatter dick than the man in my mouth did. The black man fucking my face did not take long before he came and when he did he kept moving his dick in and out of my throat depositing his sperm inside my mouth and a little down my throat, then back again all over my tongue, filling my cheeks. He kept moving in and out making his sperm fill every inch of my mouth and when he finally was finished, he slowly began to pull his dock out while telling me, "Clean it good, baby. I don't want to put a sticky dick back in my pants." I wrapped my lips tight around him as he very slowly pulled back out of my mouth. His sperm felt very slimy in my mouth (that is the only way that I can describe it). It had a tiny bit of a salty taste; I had had others that were very salty for some reason. I moved his sperm around in my mouth (I don't know why, I just did) and then I swallowed what was in there down my throat. Just as he stepped away another man stepped in front of me. Terry said, "This is the last two, Tracy, hurry up and get them off." I guess he was referring to the man in my ass as well as the man putting his cock against the open lips of my mouth. The man sticking his dick in my mouth must have really been turned on because he only got his dick halfway in my mouth when he began to climax and empty his balls. His sperm wasn't salty at all, and he was full of it, I don't know his age, but he sure matched that saying my father had about young men: "Young, dumb and full of cum" This man was squirting lots of sperm and with lots of force. He finished and pulled out, letting me catch my breath. I looked back up at the TV to see Terry pull out of my asshole and when he did I could see this huge gaping hole that was my asshole, wide open as I laid there with my face on the floor and my ass in the air while, all the time I kept rubbing my clit and finger fucking myself so I could get something from it all. I saw Terry pick up a camera and I watched as he took five fast pictures of my slowly closing asshole. I could not stop fingering myself then and the feeling the dick in my ass was giving me as well as my own fingers it was almost like being there again living it again. On the TV, Charlie pulled his pants up and left, and Terry said, "Come on, Tracy, we need to get going. I need to get you to the church. Come on, get up." And the video went blank. The man behind me was ramming himself hard into me and I was rubbing my clit just as fast and hard. He came and quickly pulled out so another man with a hard dick could replace him. I came again just as the new man slid his cock in my ass; I kept coming over and over again as he pounded me in and out. He came and pulled out. I could feel on my fingers all of the men's stuff that must have ran out of my ass and pussy. My fingers felt slick and, of course, I am sure some of it was my own juices. I lay there bent over the couch, coming back down to earth very slowly. I heard a lot of commotion behind me after the man fucking me had pulled out. I felt something on my inner legs going up and down my stockings and inner thighs. Some one was wiping the dripping sperm from them. When I felt the wiping finish I pushed myself up, turned and I saw I don't know how many men behind me all dressed in black pants, white shirt and red vest. Terry said, "I told the boys that you wanted to give them all a tip for taking time out of their day to come over here and work in the hot sun." I had no idea what to say, I felt raped again. I mean, what else could you call it? Terry had me in a position that I had to do what he wanted so Peter would never find out just what a stupid wife he had. Only a very stupid woman would allow herself to get into a position like this. I watched as they all filed out the slider and Terry walked over to the two video cameras that he had set up earlier. He opened them up and took out the tapes. He said as he walked to the slider. "You might want to fix your hair; you look like you just fucked an army. I'll have my sister come in and help you – and remember, I want you dripping cum as you walk down the aisle. I better see fresh drops of it on the carpet as I film you." I stood, my knees shaking and my eyes teared up again, and I was sick with myself. I was sick that I had been so careful these last two years to not have real sex until my wedding day and now the very day that I have waited for, I end up being raped and against my own will I end up enjoying what is happening to me. My best friend's brother is responsible for it all, here I am getting married and he not only rapes me but he blackmails me. I get raped once before coming to church, then I get raped by the hired help in my bride's waiting room. I heard a knock at the door, I saw my veil on the couch so I picked it up as I walked to the door, I unlocked it and Peter's mother and my mother were there. Sandy and the other bridesmaids also stood in the hallway. Peter's mom, Sandy and my mother came in and Mom shut the door telling the others to wait. My mother asked, "Why are you crying, dear? Are you changing your mind?" She said that and Terry's words popped up in my brain about canceling the wedding. I said, "No, I'm just a little scared, that's all." Peter's mother said, "Poor dear, your hair is a mess. Lets dry those eyes and see what we can do. Being married is going to be wonderful. If you are fretting about tonight, don't. I have spoken to Peter about what and how to begin relations with a virgin. If he hurts you, I'll break his neck and he knows it, so it will be fine" There was another knock at the door and it popped open. Terry came in and just stood there, camera in hand. He said, "Any idea how much longer? The people are becoming restless." My mother said, "That's tough. It is Tracy's wedding day; we will wait on her." Sandy was working on my face, Peter's mother was brushing my hair and my mother worked on my veil. While my mother was working on my veil her face was very close to mine and I know she was able to smell my breath. I saw a puzzled look come over her and she whispered in my ear, "Honey, you need a breath mint." Again I remembered what Terry had told me about that. I said, "I know, I plan to put a breath mint in my mouth before I walk down the aisle. Terry has some Tic-Tacs for me, don't you, Terry?" He said, "Yes. My, you look so lovely in white, all pure and clean. I have to tell you, Tracy, you are filming very well. Everything we have shot so far has come across crystal clear. I am getting all of your expressions. You are going to look back on this day and I know you will never forget it." My mother said, "He's right, you know, dear. A woman never forgets her wedding day, it is etched in her memory forever." That was not comforting at all for me, this was one day I think I wanted to forget. I knew that Terry was not about to let that happen and I was afraid what Peter was going to do when we make love tonight and he finds that I am not the virgin that I made him to believe that I was. Sandy finished with my face, my veil was in place and I could not think of anything to stop my going out. Mother asked, "Are you ready, dear? Do you want to get started and show Peter his lovely bride?" I gave her a weak smile and said, "Yeah, I'm ready." Terry aimed his camera and as Mom opened the door she called the rest of the wedding party in, the girls all gathered around me giving me support, my mother and mother went back to their seats. Terry stood there videotaping as we all readied ourselves for the procession Sandy handed me my bouquet and we lined up at the door. From the moment I stood up, I had felt all the sperm in me wanting to come out. I did not want it to because I did not want anything dripping on the carpet so I clenched myself as tight as I can but even doing that I could still feel the stuff coming out as I walked. I just prayed that the stuff coming out my rear did not have any color to it. I could just imagine that happening and staining my white stockings or worse yet drip on the light tan carpet that would show up like a sore thumb. Being a woman I have learned how to "hold it," but even though I can "hold it" I could still feel some of it slowly dripping out. I also worried about passing gas; as good as I am in clenching my butt, sometimes it just happens. I had all of this racing through my mind as I took step after step. My father met me at the doorway before we walked down the aisle. I wanted to climb in his arms and have him protect me from Terry. I knew that he could not without my being shown to be a whore. I took his arm and he said, "You look lovely, dear. Peter is a very lucky man to get you as his wife. Treat him right and he will treat you right." He kissed me and down the aisle we walked. I was conscious of the fact that Terry was behind us at a distance videotaping me walking. My father turned me over to Peter and we stood there and said our vows. I could feel myself losing the battle holding it all in. I could feel the accumulated cum of all those men sliding down my inner thighs. When Peter kissed me I held my breath so he would not smell the men's sperm on it. And the minister introduced us as Mr. and Mrs. We began to walk out. Peter walked faster than I did coming in and I knew stuff was dropping out of me faster than I could stop it. All I could do was hope and pray that no one would look down at the floor. I did not want to look down just in case someone saw me and they would look down, too. Today I was supposed to be happy, yet all I could think about was what had happened to me sexually, how I had responded and, of course, the hold Terry had over me now. I could not think of any way out of it all. I could not kill myself, I could kill Terry but then I would go to prison or worse. I could not tell my parents or my husband. It was a no-win situation for me. I had to live my life and do whatever Terry wanted while trying to keep it all from my new husband. We got into the limo and it was then that Peter gave me a long deep kiss. When he broke the kiss. He said, "Do you have any mints? I could use one." I know Peter; he would never tell me I had bad breath, he would ask me for a mint, which I would always give him, and of course take one myself. The limo took us for a long drive so the people could make it the two miles to the large hall that my parents rented for us at the Hilton. We had the honeymoon suite and over half of our guests were staying the night there in the same hotel. They wanted 30 minutes to get there ahead of us. In the limo Peter was all over me. He made it very clear what was on his mind. Every time he would try and put his hand and try to pull up my dress I would stop him. There was no way on this earth that he was going to be touching me under my dress as messy as I was. I said, "I don't want to ruin my wedding night. I have waited too long to do it here in a car. If you can't wait till tonight, I'll give you a blow-job but nothing else until tonight." Peter did not like what I told him but he knew he had no choice. I knew it and I wanted to take the edge off for him. I said real hot and sexy as I grabbed for his dick through his pants squeezing it feeling him hard as a rock. "Can you close the drivers window? If you do, I want to suck you off. This will be just the first of many times as your wife." Peter pushed the button and the window went up. I moved and knelt in front of him on the floor. I helped him get his pants down and I went to work on his hard cock. As I knelt there holding it and running my mouth up and down his shaft I found myself thinking of the different men I had sucked off in the last two, maybe three hours. My new husband's cock seemed to be on the lowest end of the scale as for size. I say that because when I brought his cock far inside of my mouth I did not have to relax my throat because he wasn't big enough that I had to do that. There was a part of me that already knew that but I guess all day I had hoped that when I did get to Peter today that I would have been wrong. It did not take Peter long before he shot his hot, slimy sperm in my mouth. I closed my eyes and this time I rolled it all around my mouth I guess in some way I was trying to use my husband's sperm to wash away all the other sperm that I had in it today. I milked Peter for every tiny drop that I could get from him. In the past I would get him off, swallow and pull away. Today I kept his little dick in my mouth and played with it. Peter just laid back and moaned in pleasure. I knelt there wanting to play with myself because I was so fucking hot. SHIT! Did I just say "my husband's little dick?" Gee, what am I thinking? God, I wanted to fuck so bad! I did not want to make love, I wanted to just fuck. I did not dare to take a chance that Peter would discover that I had men's cum coming out of my ass and pussy. I know how mad he gets and I am sure that if he did ever find out about my not being a virgin and that on our wedding day that I had been screwed over 10 times (maybe more) that he would never understand how or why and would hurt me for sure. My pussy felt on fire, wanting and needing a nice hard dick to fuck me. The limo came to a stop, I let go of Peter's little peter and sat back up on the seat. I watched as Peter scooted around and got his pants back on. The driver gave us some time and finally opened the door. When we got out everyone was there, including Terry with his camera. The first thing that I had to do was get into the bathroom and check my dress, stockings and finally clean myself up. I walked in and I felt a little crusty as the sperm had dried on my inside thighs. I kissed Peter on the cheek and told him I had to go potty. It was too early to go up to the suite, we had to do the reception first, so I went into the restroom and locked the door. I lifted my dress off over my head and spread it over the counter. I was wearing a bra and stockings held up by my garters. I laid it out and looked for spots; mainly I looked for brown spots. I was glad that I did not find anything major. I did find several small spots where sperm had ended up on it. There were many crusted spots but I wet some papers and wiped those spots away. I was so relieved that there were only three little spots that were a little dark. When I finished my dress, my stockings were next. I slipped off my shoes and brought my stockings down. My poor stockings were a mess, so I decided to take them both off and wash them. The inside of my stockings did have a lot of stains on them and they were covered in crusted sperm as well as brown spots and brown runs of sperm. I finished washing them and realized that I could not put them on wet. I used the hand blow dryer and tossed them up and down in my hand letting the warm air try and dry them. After a while I realized that even though it was working, it would take a long time this way. I decided to drape them over the back of a stall wall. I cleaned my bottom with the wet towels and I was so glad to finally be able to do it. I was tempted to masturbate a bit because I still was turned on by sucking my husband in the limo. While that was a turn-on itself, I had to admit that mostly I got so turned in the limo by remembering the other men's cocks that I had in my mouth today. I began to feel horny again. I thought I better get my dress back on and get out to my reception. I felt myself thinking and thinking and thinking about how I kept climaxing over and over again as all those anonymous men fucked me in the bride's room. I am ashamed to admit it to you but mostly to myself that as I kept thinking about it I wanted to experience it again. No, not the sex with more men, I mean the feeling of that climax. I'm sure that I can get it again with Peter. I love Peter and he loves me. I know that sex with him will be sweet, caring and fulfilling. I am sure it will be. It has to be. If it isn't, what am I going to do? A Wedding Day to Remember Ch. 03 I walked out back into the reception bare naked under my wedding dress. Peter was waiting for me as I came out; we went to our table and sat down. Dad hired two professional photographers and Terry was walking around videotaping. Many toasts were given to us, and the first dance came up. Then the dance, the money dance and on and on. The champagne was flowing freely. I knew that in all the dancing and relaxing and moving around relaxed my inner muscles and the rest of the sperm in me freely flowed out of me. Knowing that actually excited me, and the more excited I got, the more I relived the earlier events in my mind. The more I relived it all in my mind, the more I would wonder about the man I was dancing with. I would be dancing with one and I would be thinking or wondering just how big of a dick he had between his legs. Would he have a short skinny one or a nice big one like Terry's? After an hour or so, everyone was feeling no pain and we were all moving around talking to others. Terry came up to me and asked me to dance. I went with him to the dance floor and we danced a slow dance. He whispered in my ear to make an excuse to leave awhile and to meet him up in his room, He told me he had a hard-on and that he needed to fuck me. When the dance finished, Terry walked off and, I'll admit, I was excited. I was so fucking hot. Of course, I knew that I did not have a choice, but the problem was at that moment I was very glad I did not have to make that choice. Right now the way I was craving that feeling again, if I did have the choice, I knew I would make the wrong one. This way I can get what I want so bad and not feel guilty about Terry fucking me or, worse yet, my wanting to feel him inside of me again. I found Peter, who was feeling no pain, and said, "Hi, honey, all this dancing has made me hot (I wasn't lying; I was fucking hot and horny, so I was telling him the truth. But he took it the way I wanted him to). "I'm going to see if there is someplace in here that I can cool off. I won't be long." Peter said, "OK, honey, I'll see you when you come back. We still have to cut the cake and throw the garter and your bouquet." I said, "I won't be gone long." I made my way out and up to room 618. The door was open and I heard several voices talking and laughing inside. I felt like I had thousands of pins and needles all over me. I walked in and when Terry saw me, he walked over, closed the door and took my arm to walk me into the room. "Here she is, boys, this is the movie star. Doesn't she look lovely? Wait till she wraps her lips around your dicks." I expected Terry to have sex with me; I was not expecting him to have other men in his room. Then I saw the TV on and it was playing one of the videotapes he made in the bride's room. Terry said, "Tracy, baby, get that dress off and get on the bed. You're going to pull a train for the next half hour. I want you full of cum when you go up to your room with your husband." I looked around at the men in the room and asked, "What do you mean, I'm going to pull a train?" Terry said, "Well, Tracy, you know how when you sit at a railroad crossing and you see train car after train car go by, one after another? Well, 'pulling a train' means that you get fucked by one man after another after another just like this afternoon in the bride's room." I started to count the men in the room to see how many of them I was going to fuck. I got to eight when they all moved around and I lost track of who I had counted and who I hadn't. I recognized about half of them. I lifted my dress and I was about to get on the bed when Terry said, "Lose the bra. We want to see those lovely tits of yours." I undid my bra and got on the bed. I saw the men all begin to get undressed and get naked. I saw all different sizes of dicks. Not one of them was close to my husband's size. Maybe I should say that looking at all the different dicks that were in the room ready to fuck me my husband's dick was not anywhere as big as any of them. I lay there and Jack, a school friend of mine, got on the bed first. He said, "This sure beats the hell out of kissing the bride." I never lay on my back like this and I did not have any idea what to do, I opened my legs but I kept them flat on the bed. Jack pulled up my knees as he positioned his dick at my hole. As he slid into me he said, "Jesus, Tracy, you are fucking wet." Terry began giving directions to the men. Soon one was on the bed kneeling next to my head, I went for his cock as soon as it was close enough. That was the beginning. I don't know how long I had man after man fuck me; I began to climax before Jack came and it never seemed to die down. I began getting that feeling just like I did before. I loved the way my pussy felt when I had a nice fat cock in it fucking me. Some I would lick clean after they did it while others I would suck to make them rock hard. I heard the door open and close so much it was a common thing. Finally, Terry said, "After this one, Tracy, you need to get back down stairs and finish the reception." I was still loving every cock that entered me because even though the climaxes were less intense, they were still much better than when I masturbated. The last man fucking me came and pulled out; two of them helped me to my feet and they also helped me get my bra and dress on. All the time they were helping me I had my hands on their dicks. I was stroking any cock that I could get my hand on. I got a charge out of touching different men's cocks like that. Terry rode the elevator down with me and I went straight to the restroom where my stockings were. I put them on and I had to wipe all the cum discharging from me. I was about to leave when the door opened (I forgot to lock it this time) I looked up and it was one of the men from up in the room. He was, I think, the first black man who had fucked me up there. He locked the door behind him and said, "How 'bout another quickie, baby? Want some more black meat in ya?" I remembered what a great climax I had with him but I also knew I needed to get out to the reception soon. I said, "We have to make it real quick one." He walked up to me and said, "Just turn around and lean on the sink. I'll take you from behind." I turned around, bent over the counter and he moved in behind me. I said, "Lift the dress up and put it on my back." He did and he moved in behind me, inserting his lovely cock into my dripping pussy. He fucked me a few strokes and pulled out. He said, "Fuck, baby, you're too loose, I ain't getting any feeling. I'm gonna fuck you in your ass." It wasn't a question and he didn't wait for any answer, he just put it against my asshole and started shoving it in. I was surprised when I felt pain. In the bride's room there hadn't been any pain; Terry took the time to prepare me. This man didn't, and I let out a scream as he slammed his cock into of me. He covered my mouth with his hand. And he kept fucking me. The pain began to go away, and once it was gone I began to enjoy him fucking my ass. I moaned and ground my ass back against him. He let go of my mouth and I said, "Yeah, baby, that's it, fuck me, fuck me." He began to pick up speed and I was moaning and moaning as he kept fucking me. I felt him climax and shot more sperm into my asshole. He pulled out and as he pulled the back of my dress down he said, "I'm sorry, baby, I thought you were use to a fast entry. I watched you on the TV and the guys that fucked you in your ass you told them to slam into you. I should have gone easy. I'm sorry, baby, and next time I'll take it slow." He kissed my cheek and walked out. I waited a moment and walked out back to my husband. I kissed Peter with my cum-reeking mouth on his lips. For the next half hour or so the two hired cameramen kept taking the wedding party's pictures. I was glad we were inside because it was too hot to be outside at the lake pavilion as we came close to reserving. On top of the two photographers taking pictures, Terry was in there doing his job. Every now and then he would catch me looking at him. I was glad when all the formal things were done. (Well, almost, anyway) Peter was deep in conversation, I broke his train of thought with a kiss, and the look on his face was of surprise to say the least. Everyone was getting drunk, including Peter. I was glad that we decided to have the reception at the hotel so no one had to drive home. "I think it is getting time to cut the cake, honey," I said as I grabbed his hand and pulled him up. We cut the cake together and fed each other a small piece. We were having fun and for a moment, just one tiny moment, I had forgotten all about Terry, and all the men who had fucked me. I was happy, happy that I was married to Peter. There was another toast and then more dancing. The longer we stayed down in the ballroom, the drunker everyone was getting. We had our dinner and we kept dancing. Daddy had hired the band to play from until 9 p.m., when the reception was to end. By 8 Peter was so drunk that he fell asleep in his chair at the table. Peter's dad and my father were with him and they were just about as drunk as he was. And at 8:30 I went up to Terry's room as he told me to do. From about 3:30 on, I had been leaving and going up to Terry's room for fifteen minutes at a time. He wanted me there every hour and I was there right on time, every time. I have no idea where he got the men from. Some I would fuck twice; others were in me, then gone. The hotel was full of people and maybe Terry had something going to get the men up from the bar. I don't know but there were always four or five men in his room when I arrived. Every time when I put my dress back on, loads of sperm would come out of me. And when I walked I would let air escape from both of my holes. When that happened, it would shoot out some more sperm. It was almost 9 when I went back down and tried to get Peter to wake up and take him to our room. Finally, his dad and mine managed to get him to his drunken feet. They went with me and half-carried him to the elevator, then into our suite. Dad asked me if I wanted them to help undress him and get him bed. I told him "No, just to put him on the couch. He'll wake up and then we'll both go to bed." They left and I went in to take a shower. I was a little sore and I had worked up quite a sweat every time I went to Terry's room. I would walk in, lift up my dress, then get on the bed. The men were real fast and I had to work real hard to achieve that wonderful climax. Hell, I figured that if I'm going to be raped like this, I might as well get something out of it. I took off my ripped bra. Oh, I forgot to tell you about that, didn't I? Well, I didn't get it off quick enough for the third group, so one of the assholes pulled it and broke a strap. Terry grabbed him and kicked him out. I walked to the dresser and looked in the mirror. I looked and looked, but I could not tell that for the last six hours I have been fucking strangers in my best friend's brother's room. I heard a knock on the door, and when I opened it, I wasn't surprised that it was Terry standing there with four other men. Three of them I knew from our wedding. They worked with Peter at his company. I did not know their names. Terry said, "We thought we would come up and help you get your new hubby to bed" as he walked past me into the room. Terry said, "We'll put him to bed, and I want you to get something on. You're going downstairs with us to the bar. You know how you have always said to me you want your wedding night to be special? Well, I am making it one that you will never forget." I walked into the bedroom and picked out a nice dress. I put it on but Terry did not care for it. He said, "Sexy. I want it sexy. You want to try and tell me that you do not have anything sexy for tomorrow, Tracy? I know you. You know how to dress and turn on men. Try again. I want to see that hot sexy bitch that I know you are." A Wedding Day To remember Part 3 I turned and tears welled up in my eyes. Terry was being so mean; it seemed to me he was doing this to get back at me for only giving him blowjobs. I changed as my husband began to snore in the bed just behind me. Terry came in and stood behind me. He said, looking at me, "Now that is more like it. You know I love you in a miniskirt." I felt his hands on my ass and he moved them down and moved my leather skirt up. As he did, he reached under my crotch and felt me, then he pulled his hand away and, turning me around, he put his fingers to my lips and said, "Suck them, suck the cum from you that is on my fingers." I began sucking them when he stuck them in my mouth. I reached down and grabbed hold of his penis. Shit, did I just say the "P" word? I meant, I grabbed hold of his big cock. He was hard and ready. He said, "Lean on the bed. I'm going to fuck you right here, right now, while hubby sleeps." I felt so scared, and excited at the same time. Sick, huh? I said as I moved to the bed, "What if Peter wakes up?" Terry said, "If he wakes up, he'll see his new bride getting fucked on her wedding night, that's all. It is normal for a bride to fuck all night on her wedding night, isn't it, honey? And I have prepared exactly that. You, my dear, are going to be fucked all night; it's my turn again, that's all." I felt him lift up my little skirt from the back and I leaned on the bed with my face next to Peter's legs under the covers. I felt Terry push my legs open with his feet and he entered me. I closed my eyes and began to move my hips; if he was going to fuck me, I sure as hell was going to get something out of it. Terry reached under me and grabbed hold of my tits. He was fucking me so hard that the whole bed was shaking. I raised my head to see if Peter was still asleep. His head was bouncing around hard with every thrust Terry gave me. He saw mw looking up at Peter and said, "Look at him, he's so far out of it I bet if you laid down next to him and got fucked he would never wake up. Would you, Peter? WAKE UP PETER, WAKE UP AND WATCH A REAL MAN FUCK YOUR WIFE, WAKE UP, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Terry was yelling and fucking me harder, trying I think to shake the bed more. I closed my eyes and felt the rushing climax coming on me. I cried out "YES, YES, DO IT, YES DO IT, MORE FUCK ME, HARDER, HARDER, I'M COMING, I'M FUCKING COMING!" I said that and I felt Terry empty his balls one more time into me. He pulled out and I began to stand up. Terry said "No, stay there. I think you should give the boys a little since they helped get hubby into bed, don't you, Tracy?" "Yes, yes, fuck yes, I want them to fuck me, and keep fucking me." I felt a man enter me and he fucked like a rabbit (I've seen them have sex). He came as I was almost there. He pulled out and another man replaced him. I stayed like that as all of them fucked me as I bent over the front of the bed and I had not realized it but I had hold of my husbands legs holding on to him as they all fucked me. Two of them fucked me in my ass. When the last one finished, Terry tossed a dry washcloth in front of me and said, "Better wipe yourself off. Cum is pouring out of you." I took the cloth, stood up opened my legs, reached down and wiped between my legs. I had a washcloth full of cum when I finished. I tossed it on the floor and pulled down my leather skirt. I walked into the sitting room and only Terry was there. I asked, "Where did the boys go off to, Terry? Don't tell me those are fuck-me-and-then-run-off boys, are they"? Terry said, "No, Tracy, they went back down to the bar. We're going to meet them down there." We walked to the door and as we walked to the elevator, Terry said, "Here are the ground rules. You do everything that I want and old Peter boy will never be wiser. Fuck around and don't make me happy, you'll fucking be sorry. Got it, Tracy?" I said, "Yeah, I got it. You're the pimp and I'm to do as you say. What do you have going downstairs? Are they paying you to have sex with me?" Terry said, "No, I hadn't thought of that, but it sounds like a great idea. Yeah, you fuck them and I make money. Man, for a cunt, you're not so fucking dumb after all. "Tell you what, when we go in the bar, when anyone offers to buy you a drink, you are to tell them no thanks, that the only thing you are at the bar for tonight is to meet a man and take him to bed. I want you to say those exact words. When he asks you if you want to go to his room you tell him you have to first check with your boyfriend, and if he says yes, he needs to reimburse me for the room charge. Lets say $105 since that is the room cost for tonight. Yea, I like that, man you are fucking generous, Tracy. So tell me, bitch, what do you tell them if someone offers to buy you a drink? Pretend I just offered you a drink." I looked at him, batted my eyes and said, "I'm sorry, I did not come down here to the bar to drink, I came to find a man to take me to bed." "Good, real good. It wasn't exactly as I put it, but I liked it just as well. Now lets say he says something like this, 'Well, I'm finished down here want to come up to my room? What do you charge for sex?' Now, Tracy, what are you going to say?" he asked. I looked at him and said, "Oh, it is 100% free, no charge. But my boyfriend is pissed because the room cost so much, and I bet if you offer to pay for our room, it would cheer him up. The room cost us $105 a night. Lets go ask him if I can go to your room with you, so you can fuck me. You do want to fuck me, don't you? He likes it when I fuck other men, every one is different and that is what makes the world go round." The elevator stopped and we got off walking to the bar; it was full and it was loud. I panicked because I only then realized that over 75 percent of our wedding guests were staying here at the hotel and someone would recognize me for sure. Terry said, "Remember. You are to put out. Nothing coy. You meet a guy, take him to his room, fuck him, then come back and do it all over again." We walked in the door and we found where the men were. They had just one chair left and Terry sat down it in. When he did, he said, "I'm sure if you go to the bar, you'll find a stool or something." Then he said, turning to the men at the table, "I got $100 that says she gets a guy to his room in less than 15 minutes. Anyone want to take that bet?" I turned and walked to the bar. As I got there, a man I never met before came up alongside of me, put his arm around my waist and said, "Can I buy you a drink, love?" I turned to face him as he held onto me and I said into his ear (the music was blasting in there), "I didn't come down here for a drink, I came down here tonight for some dick. You got a dick? I bet you do and I bet you never got laid so fast in your life. Take me to your room and you can fuck my brains out." Just like Terry said he asked, "How much is it going to cost me?" I leaned against his ear again and said, "Nothing. I'm giving out freebies tonight. My boyf…, I mean, my husband loves knowing that I am off fucking men. We came down here to the bar just so I could meet a man like you who wants to get laid. You do want to get laid, now, don't you, baby?" He said with a catch in his voice, "Yeah, sure, OK, lets go then." I said, "Wait a moment. We need to go let my husband know I am leaving with you. He is pissed that the fucking room cost so much. It was supposed to be free for us tonight, but we had to pay for the room. Maybe if you offered to pay for our room he would be in a better mood." The man said, "Yeah, sure. Hey, my name is John; what's your name, doll?" I smiled and said, "My name is Easy. You're John. Lucky John and I'm Easy, who would have thought that this wasn't a match made in heaven?" I grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the table where Terry was sitting. I said so he and the others could hear me, "John wants to take me up to his room so he can fuck my brains out. You don't mind, do you, honey? He even offered to pay for our room tonight. Ain't that nice of him? I figure if he is willing to do that, the least I can do is make him happy." The man was standing behind me and he said, "Yeah, that's right. Here I'll give you a $105 to pay for your room. Do you have change for a twenty?" A Wedding Day to Remember Ch. 03 Terry said, "what the fuck you think I am, a fucking bank or something?" The man "John" reached around me and handed Terry six $20 bills and then said, "Keep the change, man. Buy a round for the boys on me." I turned around and said, "Lets go, doll. I'm hot as hell for you. Here, feel this." It was packed and crowed in there, but I grabbed his hand and pulled it to my short skirt, which I pulled up so his fingers would come in contact with my dripping pussy. I said, "Does that feel good to you, doll? Now lets get to the room before I take you in the corner and fuck you." We went up to his room, and I wasted no time getting my clothes off. Of course, I was only wearing a blouse and leather skirt. Hell, I was on the bed legs open and ready and waiting for him while he was still trying to get his pants off of his feet. I reached down and touched myself; my pussy was nice and soft, and it was so wet and warm. I rubbed my clit and slowly slid two fingers in and out of my hole. My clit was very sensitive and right at the verge of being sore. I can only imagine that if I had not been masturbated so much over the last three years my bottom would be raw. I was glad as I lay there that I used my doll's leg all these years. I found that the little foot touched me just right on the inside so the movement in and out not only felt good but the foot it self drove me crazy as it always touched this one certain place. Laying there watching him with his dick sticking straight out made me glad that over the years I had prepared myself for all this sex that I have been having today. I guess that is putting it very mildly, I mean, preparing myself for my husband on our wedding night. I have lain in bed so many nights thinking about how we would be having sex all night into the early morning hours. I was half right; I was going to have sex all night and into the early morning hours. The difference was I was being forced to do it by Terry and my husband was passed out in our wedding bed while I'm five floors below him getting ready for some stranger to put his big cock where his was supposed to be right now. I watched as the man got up the bed, and moved between my legs. I kept rubbing my clit waiting to feel the head of his big cock against me. I had also been playing with my nipples, working one then the other. I loved the feeling that my nipples gave me when I was this turned on. I felt his cock between my legs as he brought his mouth to my breasts and began nipping and tugging at one nipple then the other replacing my fingers. I kept rubbing my clit and I moaned as his wet mouth worked my breast. I felt him hard as a rock. I tried to scoot my ass forward to get him inside of me but he wanted to kiss my breast and he moved down kissing my belly. Every touch of his lips sent pleasure through me. My breathing was erratic I loved the feeling I was having. He kept going lower and lower. He was kissing my belly button and he slowly moved down to my bare right leg kissing and kissing. I felt w relaxing slow building orgasm building inside. I rubbed myself faster and he worked his way up on the inside of my thighs. I felt his lips and mouth getting closer to my hand and fingers. I felt his mouth touch them and he pulled my wet fingers inside of his mouth and he sucked them. I was lost in the pleasure of his attention. He released my fingers and moved his mouth to the outside of my left leg. He worked his way down so slowly to my feet and other toes, driving me crazy with pleasure. After a long time he again began his way up on the inside of my leg and thigh. I began c lovely climax that just seem to hang there, not getting stronger or going away in anyway. I stopped rubbing myself and brought both hands up to work my nipples and the closer his mouth got to my bottom I could not keep still. I was losing it; I was sure my mind would explode. I lifted my knees and opened my legs as far as I could, praying as I laid there, "Oh God, don't let him stop, let him go closer, please God, don't let him stop." I guess God was listening because I felt his hot lips and mouth touch my bush and then finally he put his lips on my swollen clit. I shook and shook as I screamed out in climax. I let go of my breasts and placed my hands on his head, I could not keep my hips from moving as he sucked, then boxed my clit with his lips and tongue. He began moving down and putting his mouth on my pussy he began to lick it and I could hear sucking noise's. He really became excited he was holding my ass cheeks with his hands as he attempted to get his mouth into my cunt. The bed was shaking and he was moaning like crazy. I felt the bed jerk and I could tell by the sounds that he made that he must have climaxed. The son-of-a-bitch came without putting his dick in me. The motherfucker came without fucking me. I thrashed on the bed as he kept licking and sucking all the cum from me. He stopped and began to slowly move back up my tummy. He never stopped kissing me as he moved up. He got to my breast and again worked my nipples he moved up to my neck and I love being kissed around my neck. I brought my right hand back to my clit and began to rub myself again. He moved up to my face and he kissed my cheeks, my eyes, my nose and my ears but not once did he move to kiss my lips. I was insane at this point. I wanted to feel his lips on mine. I could feel his limp dick between my legs; I moved my legs closer together to capture his cock between them. I expected him to shrink down as most men do after that climax, he did go soft, but he was not shrinking down in size. I felt his lips on mine and he kissed me so soft and tender I loved it. I moved my legs to give him stimulation and I think it was working. He broke the kiss and said, "I'm sorry I came. It was just so exciting to eat you and to find out you were full of cum. How many men have you screwed tonight?" I kissed him on his cheek trying to decide if I should tell him the truth or lie. I said, "What makes you think that I had sex earlier?" He kept kissing my face and said, "Look, I get turned on knowing I am with a woman that loves to fuck and fuck and fuck. I love it knowing that my lover is full of other men's cum. Nothing and I mean nothing excites me more that that. Now tell me, has it been one or two men earlier tonight?" I said, "Well, actually, it has been almost non-stop since about 10 this morning. I have no idea exactly how many men I have had sex with today. For the last few hours I have been with at least five different men at once every hour or I should say every half hour to be honest. I have fucked so much today I am surprised that I can still climax." I could feel his cock between my legs and it was stirring, I guess he was telling me the truth, because it was obvious that he did get extremely turned on knowing I was such a slut. I said, "Hmmmmmmmm, it looks as if someone has come back for seconds. Tell me something, honey. The way you ate my cunt and sucked out all the sperm from me -- are you bisexual?" He said, "No, I just love eating out a woman who has had sex earlier, that's all." I said, "Too bad. I was hoping that you were bi. I mean, I know how you men love watching two women have sex. Well, us girls like to watch too, you know. I can picture you with a man. I can picture you right now sucking a man's dick while I watch underneath you and him. I would be sucking his balls as you got him off, you know, getting the hot sperm right from the well, so to speak." I realized that the way I was talking was making him harder. I then said, "How long has it been since you last had a man's cock in your mouth? Can you take him all the way inside of you like I can?" His cock was really getting stiff, he said, "I, ah, what makes you think I ever sucked a man's cock?" I chuckled and said, "Honey, the way you love eating men's cum from my cunt I know you love cum, so when was the last time, baby?" He said, "Well if you must know it was three days ago. I did it in a bookstore." I said, "Shit, I bet it was hot. Can you take it down your throat like I can?" He said, "It depends on the man." I said, "I have this real sick idea. What would you say if I told you I wanted to watch you suck off my husband upstairs in our room? He is passed out but I would love to watch you try and get him hard. What do you say?" He was rock hard now and he began to fuck me nice and slow. He said, "You want to watch me suck off your new husband up in your room in your wedding bed and what will you be doing while this is going on?" I said, "Are you kidding? I'll be watching and masturbating like hell, that's what I'll be doing. Now, care to place that thing of yours in something hot and wet?" I lifted my knees and as I did he adjusted himself and I felt his stiff cock enter me. We began kissing and he fucked me hard and fast. He broke the kiss and said, "Tell me, honey, tell me how many men you fucked this last hour, tell me." I said, "I had eight complete strangers fuck me. They fucked me in my cunt, they fucked me in my asshole, and I loved it. I sucked them all and they came in my mouth, the same mouth that you have been kissing. I have been fucking all day and today is my wedding day. My husband is up in our room passed out and I am down here fucking you." I could tell that my telling him all this excited him even more. He was ramming himself in fast and hard, grunting as I talked. "When I finish fucking you, I'm going back down to the bar and pick up another man and fuck his brains out. He's going to feel your cum that you are going to give me. He might fuck my ass, or I might just suck him off. I don't care, I just want cock. Give me that great big cock of yours, fuck me, fuck me, I'm a whore, I'm a slut, I love men to fuck me, make me come, yea, yea, that's it yea, now, NOW, NOWWWWW!!!!" My whole body shook as he buried his cock deep inside of me. He jerked as he emptied his balls again only this time instead of on the sheets I had it inside of me. He came and after awhile he pulled out of me and rolled over onto his back. I changed positions and took his very wet going limp dick in my mouth. I slowly worked it attempting to make him hard one more time. His cock kept getting softer and softer. I finally stopped and sat up, I looked at him and said, "Well, what do you think, are you game to go to my room with me and do my husband for me, so I can watch?" He said, "Are you fucking serious? You got married today, your husband is upstairs in the honeymoon suite passed out and you want me to go up with you so you can watch me go down on him -- is that right?" I looked at him and pulled away from his limp dick. I said, "Yes, I want to watch you get him hard. I know he's asleep and he isn't going to wake up; he had enough booze to sleep all night." I stood up and reached for my blouse and skirt. I did not button my blouse I just tied it at the bottom. I went into the bathroom and I watched him as he got dressed. I waited and when he finished I got up and came out. I said, "Well, honey, what do you want to do? Want to make me happy and suck off my husband for me?" Fuck, I listened to myself as I spoke with him, how could I ever say such a thing, let alone desire it as much as I did. He said, "If you're serious, I'll go with you, but this better not be some sort of trick. I mean there better not be anything up your sleeve to get me in your room and I get beat up or something." I said, "No way. I have always wondered what it looked like to watch a man get off another man. This way you are taking the middle man out of the picture, you know eating men's cum from my pussy." "OK," he said, "I have never did this with someone watching. I feel funny about doing it like that, I mean, with you watching." I took his hand and said, "Come on, honey, lets go suck some cock." I opened our suite and my stomach was turning flips. Was peter still asleep? Would he wake up? If he did wake up how would he respond? We walked slowly into the bedroom; there he was, fast asleep, snoring very loud. I walked over to the side of the bed and pulled back the covers; he was naked just the way that we put him to bed. I turned on one of the room lights so I could watch better. Peter never stirred as my new friend knelt down next to the bed, bent over and, grabbing Peter's dick in his hand, he began to stroke it and very slowly he bent forward and took Peter's cock into his mouth. I watched as Peter just lay there snoring. My friend kept bobbing his head and I moved to one of the chairs in the bedroom and sat down opening my legs so I could play with myself as I watched. I could tell that Peter's dick was getting hard and pretty soon the snoring stopped and I could see his hips moving up and down as my new friend held his balls and he was moaning as he worked on my husband. I sat there masturbating like crazy; I loved watching him suck my husband. It did not take long before Peter began calling out my name, "Tracy, Oh, yeah, Tracy, Tracy, oh, Yeah, Tracy." I saw him go stiff and I watched as my new friend began to swallow my husband's cum as Peter emptied himself into his mouth. I climaxed at the exact same time. I decided I had seen enough and I got up, went over to my new friend still on his knees and said, "Let yourself out. I'm going back down to the bar." I left and went back downstairs. I saw Terry and his friends at a table. When he saw me walk in, he motioned for me to come over to him. I did and he asked, "What took you so long, doll? Did he take seconds and thirds?" I said, "No, I just rode him hard and put him away wet. I'm getting tired; I want to go up to bed." Terry chuckled and said, "It's too early yet, babe. Waaay too early. But I'll tell you what. I want to watch you do five guys. I mean, I want you to take five different men up to their rooms, fuck them, come back down and get another. Taking two or three up at one time doesn't count. I want you to become accustomed to being fucked over and over by strangers, Now go over and pick someone up. Forget about the money, just tell them that you have to tell your boyfriend that you are going up to our room to take a nap or something. Hell, I don't care, tell him anything." I stood up and walked to the bar, I stood there for maybe only a minute before another man offered to buy me a drink. I said, "I didn't come down here to drink. I came down here to find a man with a hard dick and I hope he knows how to use it. Do you have a hard cock, honey, and most of all, do you know how to use it?" His eyes got as big a saucers and he said almost choking as he began to speak. "I, ah, yeah, sure I do and I sure as hell know how to use it. Lets go to my room and I'll show you just how much I do know." I said, "Wait a minute, I have to let my boyfriend know that I am going upstairs to lay down because I have a headache. I ache for a cock so bad I want to give you head." I walked to Terry's table and said, "I'll be back soon." I walked out of the bar and the stranger from the bar was waiting for me. He said, "I wasn't sure if you were kidding or what. I almost didn't expect you to come out. I'm on the 11th floor. If we don't hurry, I'll fucking do you right here." The elevator door opened and we went inside. The doors closed and as soon as they did, I got on my knees, unzipped his trousers and pulled out his hard cock. I have always fantasized about having sex in an elevator. I worked his cock hard and fast, he came so quick that be the time we arrived on the 11th floor when the door opened he was holding the back of my head as he squirted his sperm down my throat. I had my back to the doors, so I did not see the men standing there waiting to get on. I immediately recognized my husband's boss's voice as he said, "My, look at her. I haven't seen a bitch that fucking horny in years. Hey, buddy, mind if we get some of that action?" Now I had been drinking but I was not drunk, I knew that the moment that Carl (my husband's boss) saw that it was me I would be at his mercy as well as Terry's. The man said as I held his now limp cock in my mouth, "We were coming up to my room, but she couldn't wait. I'm going to go back down to the bar. You two take the bitch; she is one hot fucking piece of ass." He shoved hard against my forehead and I could not stop him from pulling out of my mouth. I heard Carl say, "Come on, honey, come on to my room, I got just the thing for a hot woman like you." I slowly got up and turned around and the look on the faces of Carl and Jason, his 17-year-old son, said it all. I said, "Hi, Carl, I can't help it." Carl quickly said, "Fuck, Tracy, where is Peter? What the fuck are you doing?" Jason and Carl helped me walk out onto the floor and Carl said, "You better come with us before someone else sees you." They took me to their room. Carl's wife was out of town on business so it was just he and his son. Once inside their room I sat on the bed with my short leather skirt, I was giving them a free show without realizing it. "Now, Tracy, tell me what you were doing in the elevator with that man. I mean, I know what you were doing, I just don't know why. Does Peter know about this?" I looked over at his son who was staring hard at my crotch, I looked down and that is when I saw I was sitting there on the bed with my legs spread wide open and that he as well as Carl had a very clear view of my naked pussy. I said, "I can't explain why I was doing that. I know I shouldn't, but Peter is asleep and he can't do his duty tonight. I needed some action or I would have gone crazy." Carl's expression changed as he looked at me, then he said, "Well, you're in luck then, Tracy. We were just going down to the bar to see if we could pick up some woman and bring her back up here for a good fucking. If you're game and you can keep your mouth shut, I guess we could both help each other out tonight." I gave him a very sexy smile and I said softly, "I won't tell if you won't tell." Carl stood up, dropped his trousers and moved his underpants down, exposing his half-hard dick. I did not say a word, just slid off the bed onto my knees and began to suck his cock. Jason got behind me raised up my butt and lifted my leather skirt up exposing my ass to him. I heard a zipper un-zip and I felt his dick against my hole; I wanted him in my asshole so I adjusted my hips so he could slide into my ass. He shoved in and I felt his cock go deep inside of me. I worked my husband's boss's cock like it was pure sugar. Carl and his son both came almost at the exact same time. When they came I shot off into space with a wonderful climax. Carl and his son both pulled out of me and I just knelt there with my eyes closed enjoying the afterglow. Carl said, "Well, that took care of that. You better get going, Tracy, before Peter comes looking for you. And you better keep your mouth shut about this; if I find out you told anyone your husband is going to be out of a fucking job." I said, "Don't worry, Carl, he will never find it out from me and unless you tell Jackie yourself she will never find out either." I stood up and pulled my skirt down from my hips where it had gathered. I walked out and got on the elevator. I went back into the bar and picked up four more men, one at a time as ordered. I fucked one in the men's room, one in the soda-machine room because his wife was asleep in their room. The others I just took to our suite and fucked them on the couch while Peter sawed logs in the bedroom. I felt that my pussy was just too sore to keep doing it, I looked at the time and it was 2:30 am. I shut and locked the door after the last man left. I went into the bathroom and took a long overdue bath and, of course, before I did, I sat on the pot forever, releasing air and pee as well as shit. I got all nice and clean. I lay down next to my snoring husband and I just could not go to sleep. I lay there re-living each and every man that had me today, starting with Terry and Charlie right up to the last man that I brought to our room. I counted 88 men and one boy. No wonder my legs hurt. I laid my hand on Peter's crotch and I felt his dick stir, I wondered if I could get him hard again, I felt I owed it to him. I know that the man got him off, but it was my duty, not his. A Wedding Day to Remember Terry said, “No, not until you tell me,” and he started to pull back away from me and I could feel his lovely fat cock slowly coming out of me. I said, “WAIT, wait what was the question? I’ll answer it.” Terry said, “When your new husband is fucking you tonight will you be thinking of him and his small dick or will you have your eyes closed fantasizing it is me with my log fucking you tonight?” His question cut me straight to the bone; he knew just what to say to make me think. I knew what he wanted to hear, I knew how sick his mind was, I knew that he wanted to hear that I would be thinking of him. I opened my mouth and said, “You, you know I’ll be thinking of you, I love your cock, now fuck me baby, fuck me and make me come, please make me come Terry, make me come.” Terry began pounding in and out fast, so fast my cheek was rubbing the carpet floor. I felt myself racing to a climax like I had never experienced before. Oh I have had many, many climaxes, but they have all been with my fingers and Peter’s fingers. This was so much more; I was feeling every fiber of my body screaming out to my brain to hold on that this climax was going to be the best one of all. I was getting ready when I heard Terry grunt and I felt him flexing his body against my ass-cheeks. I knew that he was coming, I was almost there, I mean I was right there ready to have the hardest climax of my life and Terry was slowing down and as hard as I moved my ass around I could not capture that climax. Terry said, “Hey, Charlie, no need to jack off, come over here and fuck the bitch. You want him to fuck you, don’t you, Tracy?” I said in my soft voice, “Yes, oh yes, please do it. I want to come.” I felt Terry move away from me and I hoped that if Charlie could hurry up I just might be able to capture that feeling Terry almost gave me. I felt fingers at my asshole and I felt one push in. It felt good; I also felt fingers working my pussy sliding in and out. I felt more pressure as I think two or three fingers worked into my asshole. I was surprised that it felt so good. I found myself pushing back against them as they now freely moved in and out of my asshole as the fingers in my pussy. I felt myself again begin to climb that wall of pleasure. I felt the fingers pull out and I opened my eyes to see Charlie pushing forward as I felt his dick slide into my asshole. I gave them both a moan of pleasure as Charlie buried his dick in me and began to fuck me. I thought there would be some kind of pain, but there was none. There was nothing but pure pleasure covered with my lust to climax. Terry moved around in front of me again and pulled my shoulders up so I would suck him some more. He said, “Get me hard again, baby. I’m going to fuck you one more time before we leave and I take you to the church to marry your new husband. If you want me to fuck you one more time just begin sucking my cock. Don’t worry, you already have the other stuff they are yours, if you want to stop now just drop your head and enjoy Charlie as he fucks you, Tracy.” I looked up at him, and then I looked into the mirror at Charlie fucking me. I looked back up at Terry and I opened my mouth, moved forward to capture his dick and I took his limp dick between my lips, I wanted him to fuck me one last time before I married Peter. Charlie kept fucking me like a crazed man and as he did and as I sucked on Terry’s limp dick, he began to grow in my mouth. He grew to the point that I had to grab hold of it again with both hands. Charlie was slamming into me hard and fast, I felt him explode in my ass. I flexed my asshole tight milking him for every drop. He pulled out and so did Terry. Terry moved behind me and put the head of his dick against my asshole. I did not know what to expect, I felt him push in and there was pain, not much, but I found myself doing the pushing back. I felt us both fucking each other I was fighting to catch my breath as Terry pounded deep inside of my asshole. I found myself again racing one more time to that climax that eluded me before. I was bound a determined to get it this time. I worked my ass, up and down, back and fourth and I shoved hard back against Terry racing to that climax. I heard Terry moan again and he grabbed my hips as he ground himself into me. He came, he came and I was there, I was right there. I reached down and began fingering my hole and my clit. It wasn’t the same thing but I did manage to climax. I knew that if he could have managed just a little longer I would have experienced something like never before. I felt Terry pull out as I laid there with my face on the floor my ass in the air and my hand rubbing and fingers fucking myself I saw a flash and opened my eyes to see Terry taking pictures of me from the rear. Charlie said, “God look at the size of that hole. Look at all the stuff coming out of her holes.” This all happen as I was in the middle of my climax that I lusted for and needed so bad. I could not stop fingering myself I did manage to mumble a slight “No” but it was more for my benefit than to stop Terry. I simply fell over on my dress and I heard Terry say, “Don’t worry, Tracy, these are for me. No one will ever see these pictures, I promise.” I lay there and began to cry. I had saved myself for over two years just for my husband on our wedding night and here I was hours from taking my wedding vows and I had allowed two men, one of which was a complete stranger to me, use me and fuck me in my mouth, my cunt and my asshole. What made me so sick was the fact that I received so much pleasure from it all. Charlie left and Terry said, “Come on, Tracy, we need to get going. I need to get you to the church. Come on, get up.” I did and I brushed down my lovely white dress. I looked for some sign of what happen, maybe a stain or something, because my dress was so full, it did not appear wrinkled whatsoever. I looked into the mirror and straightened my veil that was way out of whack. I turned as Terry handed me another envelope. He said, “They are all there, all the pictures, all the negatives. You kept your part of the bargain, I’m keeping mine.” I said, “I have to go to the bathroom. I need to clean myself up.” Terry said, “No, you just leave yourself alone. I don’t want you cleaning up your cunt or your ass.” I said, “but I have to, I have to pee.” I felt him rip the envelope from my hand and he said, “I said no. Now go ahead and pee, but you better not wipe up any cum from your cunt or your ass. I want cum dripping out of you as you are walking the aisle down to your husband. I want cum dripping out of you as you stand there taking your vows and I want cum dripping out of you when you dance at the reception. If you don’t, so help me I will give this to Peter.” I could not believe Terry was being such an asshole. He just had his way with me and he still wanted more. I said, “OK, OK, but when will you give me the pictures, I want them all and I mean the other ones you took just now.” Terry said as he came close to my mouth “I will give you all of them after I have my dance with you and I know you are still wet from my cum.” He kissed me on my mouth sticking his tongue in my mouth I had forgotten what a great kisser that he was. It was not forceful; it was one of those hot horny types that he was telling me that he had sex on his mind. I have always been a good kisser and I felt my body responding to his kiss and, I am ashamed to say, I returned his kiss. I want to tell you I did it out of fear that I would piss him off, but I honestly think that if I said that it would be lying to you but most of all, I guess in all honesty, I would be lying to myself. Terry pulled back and I still had my eyes closed as he said, “I don’t want you chewing any gum or breathe mints. Your mouth smells like cum right now, and I want that your breath to smell exactly like that later this afternoon when I kiss you at the reception. I want to watch you kissing Peter with that cum still on your breath like it is right now.” I felt so helpless. How had I allowed Sandy’s brother to get this kind of control over me like this, and what could I do to stop him? I knew that once I had those pictures I could tell him to go fuck himself and Peter would never believe him. After all Peter loved me, and he knows just what kind of an asshole Terry is. I went to the bathroom and peed. I reached for the toilet paper then decided not to wipe myself for fear that I may wipe some of his and Charlie’s cum away. Part of me felt filthy dirty and the other part of me felt nasty and excited, dirty and excited. My mind was splitting in two. Terry had done something to me in just 45 minutes. I walked out and at the front door before we walked out Terry reached under my dress and felt my pussy and my ass. He pulled his hand out and said, “That’s my girl. Keep it that way and everything will be all right.” Just as he went to open the door, Sandy burst in. “Good, you didn’t leave without me. Give me a minute and we can go.” Terry said, “Oh, shit! I almost forgot something. I’ll be right back.” Sandy asked, “What you forgetting, Terr?” He said, “My video cameras and the tapes.” Peter was paying Terry to videotape the wedding from the preparation to the time we took off on our honeymoon after the reception. Terry had a little studio in his place set up in an empty bedroom ever since Sandy, Terry and I entered high school and over the years he had turned his hobby into a little business. Sandy said, “Hurry up, we don’t have much time. I thought you already had all your stuff set up.” That 15 minutes I sat waiting for Sandy and Terry to get everything into the van seemed to take forever. All I wanted to do was get out of here and get to the church. Terry drove us over as planned, and we arrived right at 10:30. I had a whole hour to primp and get ready. Because this is my wedding day I should have been happy and excited about Peter and I, however, with what happened to me at Sandy’s house with Terry and his friend, who I had never met until today, all I could think about was what he put me through in his bedroom. On top of that, instead of thinking about Peter and the wedding, I was sitting there running over in my mind everything that had happened to me so far today. I kept picturing Terry’s cock and how big he had become when he got hard. But what really stuck in my brain most of all was just how long he lasted before he came. I remembered the times that he would climax so quick, that it was like he was trying to set some sort of record to see how fast he could climax years ago when we did have sex. Yet today he seemed to have such great control over himself. Charlie was the one that kept coming right away. I was lost in my thoughts of Peter, Jimmy, Charlie and Terry, I began to compare the size of all four and while Peter and Charlie were about the same size, Jimmy was a little bigger but nothing like Terry was today.