Wedding Night

“I LOVE YOU!” My husband, of 9 hours, slurred, as he proceeded to drunkenly slide down the hotel sofa, and fall asleep.
My wedding day had been everything that I had ever wished for; it was my 19th birthday, the weather was warm and dry, my dress made me feel like a princess, and the flowers in the church looked absolutely wonderful.

Pete’s dad, Roger, said, “we’ll take him to bed, for you.” “Keith, grab an arm!” he shouted to his brother. They then dragged my husband through the hotel lounge, leaving me to say goodnight, and apologise, to the last few of our guests.

Pete had been drinking since breakfast, and the champagne, wine and beer had finally taken its toll. When he was this drunk, Peter, would sleep like a baby, until 10 or 11 o’clock in the morning.

“Where do you want him?” Roger asked, as the four of us, entered the bridal suite. “On the bed, I suppose,” I replied.
After they had, unceremoniously, dropped him onto the bed, Keith asked, “should I undress him?” 
“I suppose so.” I replied.

Roger was divorced from Peters’ mum. Leaving Peter to be brought up by his domineering mother, Linda. Peters’ dad and uncle are both six feet tall, with rugged good looks. Peter looks more, like his mother, small, thin and very pretty. 

I was sitting on the sofa, feeling very sorry for myself, when Roger said, smiling, “I’m sorry, my dear, but, you’re going to be disappointed, on your wedding night.” He handed me a glass of champagne, from our bottle, next to the bed.

“Looking at the size of this cock, she’s going to be disappointed every night!” Keith shouted, as he undressed his nephew.
“Jesus Christ! My balls are bigger than that!” Roger laughed, as he bent over the bed for a closer look, at his son’s private parts.
Keith was; now, flicking Peters cock, from side to side, with his middle finger. I chuckled at the sight.
“I hope that he’s good with his tongue, ‘cos a little thing like that won’t satisfy a beautiful girl like you.” Roger said, looking me straight in the eye, smiling. 

Shrugging my shoulders, I asked, “What do you mean?” 
“You know…” and he wiggled his tongue. 
“Oh, my God no!” I gasped, and held my hand up to my face to hide my embarrassment. By now Roger was sitting next to me. “You mean he’s never tasted your nectar, and made you scream like a banshee?” he quizzed me. 

I shook my head, as I gulped down a mouthful of champagne. 
“Never?” 
Again I shook my head.

“I don’t believe it,” he addressed Keith, “If he doesn’t go down, on a gorgeous young girl like this, and that’s all he has,” pointing to Peters sad little cock, “ she’ll be fucking anything that moves, before Christmas.”

Turning to me, he whispered, “Next, you’ll be telling us that he’s the only man that you’ve ever been fucked by.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, and was beginning to feel very uncomfortable, as I took another gulp of champagne. I nodded. 

“You don’t think that all men are that size, do you?” They both laughed. Beginning to relax, I shrugged my shoulders.
It was true, Peter was my first real boyfriend, I had met him four years previously, when I was 15 and he was 19. We had, had sex a few times, during the last year, which I seemed to enjoy more than Pete.

When I first met Roger, I knew that he had a reputation with women, usually with young barmaids, which had caused the breakdown of his marriage. 10 years ago, he had one, too many affairs. 

Unusually, his ex-wife, Linda, still had a soft spot for him, occasionally, letting him stay at her house, for long weekends. I’d only met him four times before today, as he lived at the other end of the country, and had always found him to be very friendly, but a little bit flirtatious. 
Winking at his brother, he turned to face me. Suddenly, he started to unzip his fly, and pulled out his penis, it was about 7 inches long and as thick as my wrist. My eyes nearly popped out of my head, and my jaw fell open.
Laughing, out loud, he told me, “You can touch it, if you like.”
Tentatively I stroked it with one finger. When it jerked, I pulled my hand away. As I was staring at this magnificent object, it grew larger and harder, before my very eyes, until it was about 9 inches long, perhaps twice the size of my, new husbands. “Get a proper hold,” he whispered as he placed my hand back onto it. Again, I gently stroked it. The feeling was wonderful, as I wrapped my whole hand around the shaft. 

“Grip it tighter and rub it faster,” he commanded, I did as I was told.
“What do you think?” Roger asked. 
I couldn’t stop myself, “It’s so big, it’s wonderful.” I continued wanking him. I was in awe of this magnificent thing. 
“If you think this is big, you should see his!” Both men laughed. 

When I looked up Keith had removed his trousers, and was walking towards me, his cock was jutting out like a large cigar, dark in colour, and about 10 inches long, instinctively, I put my other hand out to hold it. Keith was longer, but slimmer than his brother was, and I immediately began wanking him, too.
My head was spinning, it was my wedding night, my new husband was naked, snoring and farting on our bed, but here I was wanking my father in law and one of his uncles.

Keith moved closer, “Put you tongue out,” I did, and he rubbed the tip of his cock along it, then around my ruby red lips. “Open wide!” He said, laughing. I would have been disgusted if Pete had suggested this, but I complied and gently, he slid his cock into my mouth. I was surprised that there was no taste or smell, but the action of having his cock in my mouth, had my fanny tingling.

Keith put his hands along the side of my head, and stroked my hair, and wedding veil, as he moved his hips, gently pushing himself in and out of my mouth, “Suck it like a lollipop” he whispered, I did.

Roger moved my hand off his own cock, and began pulling the zip down, on my wedding dress, and unclipped my bra. While I continued sucking Keith’s massive cock.

Roger pulled my dress down to expose my breasts. With both hands he began stroking my small tits and nipples, which, now, felt like bullets. 
“That’s enough,” Keith said as he withdrew his cock, “any more of that and I’ll shoot!”
“Stand up,” Roger told me, as I did so, my wedding dress fell to the floor, leaving me in my shoes, white, seamed stockings and matching silk knickers and suspender belt, which had small pink bows on. 

“Wow! She looks fucking lovely,” Roger said to Keith, “When was the last time that you saw tits that pointed up like that?” I picked up my glass and smiled as I took a sip, revelling in my sexiness, while the two men stared at my body, and discussed it in the crudest of terms, as they undressed.

As both were in their fifties, their bodies were quite soft, but they looked fantastic, as their long cocks pointed at me from their neatly trimmed, grey pubic hair. 
Moving my dress to one side, Keith ushered me back onto the sofa, were I sat between them. Roger kissed me, then guided my head down to his thick and bulbous knob. I gripped onto the shaft as I opened my mouth to take the first couple of inches in, I felt like a whore as I began bobbing my head, forcing as much lovely cock into my mouth as I could take, sucking like my life depended on it. I felt Keith stroking my tits, then, my nylon clad legs. He pulled my left leg onto his lap, which left my legs wide open, giving him unhindered access between my legs.

His fingers gently stroked my crack, making me shiver, with excitement. “Fucking hell, she’s pissed herself!” He laughed, as my moisture had saturated my silk knickers. “You’d better take them off, then,” his brother replied. Still sucking on Rogers thick cock, I moved my hips and bottom, so he could slide them off. When they were off, I immediately replaced my leg back onto his lap, I had never felt this horny before, and my fanny was throbbing, to prove it.

“Roger, look at this, her cunt’s winking at me!” Keith said as he slid one, then two fingers into my dripping love box. Their dirty talk was turning me on, as much as any of their other actions. His fingers were now going in deeper than Peters cock had ever done. It felt so good I had to take the cock out of my mouth, as I was struggling to breathe. As Keith continued jamming his fingers into me, he moved his other hand through my forest of pubic hair, until he found my ‘special button’, with only two or three strokes, I was screaming ‘like the banshee’ that Roger had promised.

As I flopped across their laps, Roger and Keith took swigs from the champagne bottle. “Now it’s our turn,” Keith said, as he knelt at the end of the sofa, opening my legs, and aiming his monster at my entrance, “No, no, no, I shouldn’t,” I whimpered, but my fanny was screaming, “FUCKME! FUCKME! FUCKME!”
“It’s too late too worry about your reputation now!” Roger chuckled as he played with my tits, while I played with his heavy balls. Keith nudged his cock against my hole, then slid it inside, in one long movement. I groaned with pleasure, as it filled my body, like it had never been filled before. With my legs so wide apart, Keith was sliding in and out with the greatest of ease. Roger then turned my head and placed it back onto his lovely cock, “Don’t worry it won’t take long now,” he whispered as I began sucking and wanking like a woman possessed. With Keith increasing his speed, I could feel my tits shaking. Then he stopped, and with one final thrust, I felt my womb get hotter and hotter as his spunk flooded inside me, I immediately clasped my legs around him, so as not to lose a drop. 
Enjoying the moment, I stopped sucking on Rogers cock. So he took over, with a hand holding my head in place he wanked himself, firing jet after jet of hot spunk into my, open, mouth, I tried to pull away, but he held me in place, making sure every drop went inside. It was hot, sticky and very lumpy as it slid down my throat. 
Keith slowly withdrew from me, but kept my legs open, “I love to watch my spunk drip out of a freshly fucked cunt,” he told me. As I was savouring the taste of Rogers’s spunk, I felt two of Keith’s fingers touch my clitoris, slowly making circles, then he increased his speed, and again, I was panting and groaning as, only my second, ever, orgasm tore through my body.