8 comments/ 226667 views/ 46 favorites The Mother of the Bride By: Tiberius58 The organ struck up "Here comes the Bride" and my daughter walked down the aisle on her father's arm, up to where the vicar, groom and best man were waiting. The best man smiled and winked at me as the vicar began to speak. I was sitting in the front pew, painfully aware that I was not wearing any knickers, that my vagina was very sore with the fucking that it had endured, that my nipples had been sucked raw, and that dried cum was splashed across my thighs and stocking tops. As well as that, I could still taste the jism that had been shot into my mouth. I had just experienced the most relentless fucking in my life, and this from the man who was about to marry my daughter, and his perverted best man. The wedding plans had started to become unraveled when my daughter decided to stay at her bridesmaid's house on the night before the service, so that they could both get their hair and make up done by the bridesmaid's sister. Steve the groom and Tony the best man would be staying at our house with me and my husband. At the last moment my husband's sister, who lives over three hour's drive away, broke her leg, and my husband had to drive over to her the evening before then bring her back on the morning of the wedding. This left me alone with the two young men, a situation which became something of a problem. I thought that the guys were all set for an evening in with a few beers; imagine my surprise when they informed me that the were going out clubbing. Tony was an extremely horny guy who was bound to lead Steve astray, he even whispered that he had fixed them up with a couple of girls who fancied shagging a guy on the eve of his wedding day. When I heard this I was terrified, suppose he caught some disease or the girl covered him in love bites, or got so drunk that he couldn't make it to the church. I begged them to stay in, but to no avail. Tony, who was a complete pervert, suggested that they would stay in if I made it worth their while. My mind was in turmoil; I was 43 years old and had never cheated on my husband. I keep my body in good trim and have always been aware the some young men lusted after me. Even my daughter let on that Steve had told her that he found me attractive. I did not know what to do, but was determined to stop them going out and putting the marriage in danger before it had even started. The two guys looked at me with smirks on their faces, then the errant bridegroom said, "I have always wondered what you look like with your kit off. Do you want to strip yourself, or do you want us to help you?" One part of me was saying, "You can't go along with this disgusting idea," whilst another part of me was saying, "Whatever it takes, whatever degradations these two bastards put me through is the lesser of two evils." They just stood there smiling as I started to undress in front of them. I undid my blouse and took it off; their eyes were glued to my bra and what was underneath. I couldn't bring myself to go any further, so the best man unhooked my bra and took it off my shoulders. I have always had large breasts, which are still fairly firm; the two men stared at my nipples, which started to go hard as my body began to betray me. My skirt was unzipped and pulled down to my ankles, leaving me dressed only in a pair of silk panties. The next move belonged to the Bridegroom who kissed me on the lips, then suddenly pulled my knickers down to join my skirt on the floor. I tried to cover my breasts and pussy but they held my arms to my side as they feasted on my nudity. The next few minutes were a haze as the horny duo stripped themselves, both of them possessing cocks that were far bigger than my husband of twenty-six years. I have to say that at this stage I was getting very hot and very wet, even before their hands started to explore my quivering body. I was disgusted with myself for letting these young men use me like a whore but the sheer excitement about what was about to happen over ruled my scruples. I forgot about cheating on my husband, who was ten years older than me and had lost most of his interest in sex. We fucked each other on a Saturday night and it lasted about five minutes, I am sure that he only took part because he thought that it was his duty to do it. They got me down on the sofa and Steve pulled my legs apart, I realised that he was going to go down on me. As his tongue lashed my pussy lips, I gave out a long, low growl, I had never ever had a guy eat my pussy before and it totally blew my mind. I even grabbed his head and pushed it further between my gaping vagina. After a few minutes of this treatment I orgasmed, much to the delight of Steve and Tony. Steve then replaced his mouth with his large cock, which I have to say slid into me without any effort. As he started to fuck me Tony pushed his even bigger dick against my mouth. I didn't struggle, didn't protest, just opened my mouth and started sucking the giant tool. The Best Man came first, filling my mouth with jet after jet of hot cum, some of which went up my nose. The Groom fucked me for about ten minutes before emptying his cock deep inside my red-hot snatch. I went to the kitchen and got them a beer and in no time flat they were ready to go again, this time they took opposite ends, and I had to contend with taking Tony's huge weapon thrusting into my womanhood, whilst I gave Steve the blow job of his life. I thought that would be the end of it, but I was very, very wrong.. We all slept in my marriage bed and time after time I woke up to find that one of them was riding me. Next morning I felt stretched and sore, and was extremely glad when my husband's car pulled up on the drive with him and his sister. About an hour before the service we were all dressed up and my husband left us to meet up with my daughter and the bridesmaids. I was up in the bedroom putting the last touches to my make up, when the groom and best man walked in wearing the wedding suits. "I think that we have just got time," said Steve and pushed me onto the bed. "You are mad," I replied. "I'm all dressed up and ready to go." They lifted the skirt of my dress, ripped off my panties and took me doggy fashion, first Steve then Tony. I was more worried about messing up my hair and make up, as time was getting short. Eventually they finished abusing me and we headed for the church, we were so late that I didn't have time to clean myself up or put my knickers back on. We just got to the church in time and the wedding went off like a dream. After the service as we all posed for photographs when the best man whispered in my ear, "It's a shame that you have not got any more daughters, we'd do this again." The Mother of the Bride Ch. 02 The photographer took ages snapping every conceivable grouping of friends and family. His last shots were of the happy couple getting into the bridal car, which would take them from the church to the hotel, where the reception was being held. My husband followed close behind them as he had some last minute arrangements to make with the hotel management. I stayed behind at the church to ensure that all the guests knew their way to the hotel, and to check that nobody had left anything behind. Soon there was only me, Tony the best man, and Frank and Dave the two ushers left in the churchyard. Frank was the groom's younger brother who was just eighteen, whilst Dave was a friend of the groom. As we walked around the back of the church to get to the car, Tony got out one of those mobile phones that doubles as a camera, and suggested that I pose with the two ushers. I should have suspected something after what he had put me through, but I just stood there with Frank on one side of me and Dave on the other. "OK lads," said Tony, and with that each of the ushers grabbed hold of one of my arms, whilst pulling the hem of my skirt and slip up above my waist. The best man then started taking pictures of me without my knickers on. I tried to struggle, but against two strong young men it was hopeless. I tried to keep my legs together but they paraded me about like a puppet, so that Tony could take close ups of my naked and reddened pussy, as well as my bare ass. He then told me to stop struggling and let the two ushers have their evil way with me, or else he would tell all the wedding guests that I was so horny I had seduced him and the bridegroom on the night before the wedding. He of course could back up those lies with photo's of me with no panties on. "We don't want one marriage ending just as another one is starting," he leered. What could I do? I had been tricked into letting the groom and the best man use me , now I had to put out to the ushers to save my own marriage. I had never cheated on my husband in all the years that we had been married, and now I was a sex toy to a group of men, young enough to be my sons. The three guys took it in turns to take off their tail coats and drape them over nearby gravestones. Then they took off my jacket and started to unbutton my silk blouse. If I tried to stop them, then the blouse would get torn, which would be difficult to explain. So I just stood against the church wall as my blouse was taken off,followed quickly by my bra. Hands were all over my breasts, lips started sucking on my already sore nipples and fingers found their way into my already sore cunt.All the time Tony taking shot after shot of my humiliation. Then he used his mobile phone to call my husband,telling him that his car wouldn't start ,but that the Automobile Association were on their way. The bastard then passed the phone to me,forcing me to discuss wedding breakfast details with my husband, whilst my boobs, pussy and ass were being groped by Frank and Dave. As soon as the call ended Frank dropped his trousers and pants, grabbed me by the waist and pushed his cock into me. There I was, a decent middle aged lady, naked from the waist up, skirt pushed right up, being fucked against a church wall like a cheap hooker. Luckily, the young man only had a normal sized cock and little self control, because after only five minutes solid shagging I felt him empty his cock deep inside me. I knew that Dave was nicknamed "Donkey Dave" but I never knew why, until he dropped his pants to reveal a cock of gigantic proportions. Even as the huge helmet forced it's way between the lips of my labia I knew that I was in for a fucking of a lifetime. Donkey Dave held me by the cheeks of my bum as he started to thrust into me. I didn't cum when Frank shafted me, but "The Donkey" was a different story entirely. Every time he hammered into me, every time his pubic hair crashed against my hairless pussy lips I was driven on towards a shuddering orgasm. He lasted for about fifteen minutes before shooting his load, by which time I had cum loudly no less than three times. All the time my agony was being caught on camera by the perverted best man. When he pulled out of me I thought that my ordeal was over, but the evil Tony had other ideas. He got the two ushers to hold me bent over a gravestone, and then entered me with great force. I begged him to stop because I was so stretched and sore, my vagina felt like it would never feel normal again. I was surprised when he pulled his slime covered cock out of my dripping snatch, but horrified when I felt it force it's way between the cheeks of my bottom. I was moved away from the gravestone and held in a bent over position while he held me tightly round the waist. I tried to dislodge the invading cock, but I wasn't strong enough. Every time I struggled, the cock moved inside me and he only had to stand still to get off. It was like an American rodeo where the bronco tries to unseat the rider. eventually, I gave up and let him fuck my ass. I have to admit that before I met my husband I went out one night with some girlfriends, got drunk and let some guys fuck me,in my ass as well as my cunt, but that was a long time ago. Eventually, I heard Tony gasp as he flooded my back passage with his filthy seed. It was all over, Tony was grinning like a Cheshire cat, the two young ushers were looking very shamefaced and I felt like hell. I was helped to dress, still without panties, then we drove to the hotel. During the car journey I tried to clean myself up with some paper towels, but the men's jism was still oozing out of my swollen pussy and ass. We arrived at the hotel just as the meal was about to start, so I didn't get a chance to go to our room, clean up properly and put on a fresh pair of knickers. I sat there at the top table reeking of sex, leaking cum, feeling like the biggest slut on earth and praying that the pervert of a best man would not think up any more ways to humiliate me.