Phil and I had barely got our arms around each other again and I’d only just registered his rock hard cock against me once more before a crashing sound had all eyes turning towards the bar. Face down on the floor and spread out like a starfish surrounded by broken glass was my new husband, Mike. Roaring laughter erupted from his friends, who had no doubt kept the tequila supply up while I danced with Phil.
We rushed over and turned Mike’s head to the side. He had a stupid grin on his face but was unresponsive aside from occasional spouts of gibberish. I looked around the gathered crowd for help to get him to our room. His friends thought he was fine where he was but thankfully Phil and the table of step-dads, who had come over to watch events unfold, were able to carry Mike by a limb each out of the room and to the elevator.
I walked ahead of the paternal-husband-carrying-crew out of the elevator and down the hallway to the so-called bridal suite and opened the door to enter the room. I had thought that they could just throw Mike directly on to the bed but then remembered we had just dumped all our suitcases on the bed when we arrived so there was no space for him. I turned to address the group.
“Just put him on the floor for now, we’ll have to clear the bed. Do you think we can find a bucket from somewhere in case he’s sick?”
“I’ll have a hunt around.” Trent said as they gently placed Mike on the carpet before walking back out the door and into the hallway in his search.
“You going to head back downstairs?” Roy asked.
I looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table, to my comatose husband and then back to Roy.
“No, I don’t think so, we’ve got a pretty early start tomorrow.”
“Oh, fair enough.”
I was extremely disappointed to say the least. I’d waited my whole life for my wedding night sex, my Mother was in the very next room and now it looked like my husband wouldn’t be performing any time in the next several hours. That’s when I remembered Phil’s erection pushing into my belly on the dance floor and the world’s most daring and foolish plan was hatched, fully grown, in my head.
“Can anybody help me with this dress? It’s got laces up the back that I can’t reach.”
I turned around as Shane volunteered and stepped forward. After much fumbling I finally felt the restrictive embrace of my wedding dress slacken as Shane figured out the knot and pulled the laces loose. With a sigh of relief I turned around, my arms crossed in front of me partly to hold the dress on and partly to push my ample breasts together and upwards, highlighting my already eye-catching cleavage for all the (conscious) men in the room.
I had fantasised deeply at some time in the past about every man who then stood in front of me except for Phil who I hadn’t really known for that long but who had been discreetly rubbing his cock on me when we danced earlier. They were each sheepishly trying to sneak downward glances at my cleavage and the thought that all that time being jealous of my Mom would be paid back if my plan worked was my final incentive to go through with it. With a slow and deliberate movement I uncrossed my arms and let my wedding dress fall around my ankles in a frilly white heap, leaving me in my lingerie.
“Do you think Mike would have liked this?” I asked.
Three jaws dropped in unison as six eyes surveyed me from head to toe. At that moment Trent appeared in the doorway with a plastic bucket he’d procured from god only knows where and his jaw and eyes joined the others in the stunned silence. For a moment all was still and then the only sounds in the room were the nervous shuffles of men trying to make room in their pants for growing erections without using their hands.
“Maybe you should put that bucket by Mike and close the door, Trent. I’m going to have a look in my suitcase for something. I’ll let you guys decide what you want to do.”
With that I strolled over to the bed, noting with satisfaction that all eyes were trained on me, and bent at the waist to open my suitcase. I knew full well that the pristine white of my G-string would be showing between my legs and practically shining like a beacon, directing my step-fathers’ and father-in-law’s attention to the thin material separating their collective gaze from my eager pussy. As I fished around through my clothes I heard the bucket set down beside Mike and the door click. The only question was whether all my daddies were still in the room with me or if they had left.
The question was answered when I felt the warmth of one of them pressing against my ass, their entrapped cock pushing between my cheeks so hard I could almost feel a pulse. I found what I was looking for in my suitcase and wrapped my hand around my shiny silver vibrator. It wasn’t huge but it was powerful and I thought a little show might have been required to convince my audience. The fact that somebody was already dry humping me probably meant that was an incorrect assumption.
I turned my head and looked over my shoulder to see Shane standing there with a look of hunger in his eyes. He noticed me watching and smiled with a shrug.
“I always hoped when I married your Mom that you would be ‘part of the deal’ so to speak.”
“Just for tonight, Shane.” I looked at the others “Whatever happens in this room, stays in this room. I want you all to use me.”
It was almost as if I had them all under a spell. It did my ego good to hear no complaints at all, the only response was for Shane to grasp me by hips and pull us together even harder while the other men began to slowly undress and watch the action unfold. I twisted the base of my vibrator and heard the little motor buzz into life like a beehive on a mission. I pressed it against my clit through the sheer material of my underwear and gasped at the familiar but still impressive power.
Moaning quietly I pushed back against Shane while my pussy responded to the twin sensations of the vibrator and his still clothed cock with a noticeable dampness. Looking forward once more my vision fell on the suitcases on the bed and I breathed out a request between waves of pleasure as I either pressed forward onto the vibrator or backwards against Shane.
“Need… bed… clear.”
Three naked men with rock hard dicks fulfilled my request efficiently and wordlessly and soon the bed was clear. Trent moved to my left hand side, reaching under me to run his fingers over the skin of the upper parts of my breasts and squeeze them through my bra. With his other hand he stroked his cock as if he was getting ready to cum across my back.
Roy climbed on to the bed and shuffled in front of me so his stiff dick was pointing straight up at my face. I didn’t need any further hints and bent over even further, thankful for my natural flexibility almost as much as I was thankful for the plentiful supply of cocks in the room. I descended on the faintly twitching erection and felt it glide over my moistened lips and into the wet confines of my mouth where I let my tongue swirl and flick over it.
In my peripheral vision I saw Phil sit on the bed and vigorously jerk his cock, which appeared to be slick with pre-cum perhaps from our earlier grinding session as well as the current show. It was a delicate balancing act to bob my head up and down on Roy’s dick while bent at the waist, being dry humped from behind by Shane, molested by Trent and holding my vibrator against my clit but god damn it felt good.
I had a brief reduction in my balancing burden as I felt Shane pull away from me and heard him undressing over the buzz of my vibrator. The air felt cool through the material of my G-string, I realised I must have been absolutely sopping wet down there. The sense of coolness only increased when I felt Shane’s hands return to my hips and begin to pull my underwear downwards over my ass. The material had been pressed deep between my cheeks by all Shane’s prodding and the crotch eventually sprung free with an elastic twang as Shane continued pulling them down. After only a few more inches of pulling I felt him let go and they fell to my ankles.
I knew then that my wet and eager pussy was only inches from my step-father’s face and wondered what he would do. The answer came to me in the form of two fingers plunged slowly into my tight slit and worked in and out while I maintained contact on my
clit with the metallic pleasure machine that was my vibrator. I moaned directly on to Roy’s cock in ecstasy and heard him grunt his pleasure in response, thrusting upwards to meet my mouth with each bobbing motion of my head.
Trent let go of his cock and reached between my breasts to unclasp my bra, as it was a brand that clasped at the front. Freed from the supporting garment they wobbled back and forth slightly as I bobbed and pushed backwards against Shane’s fingers. Trent reached under me with one hand and around my back with the other, cupping my swinging tits almost as if testing their weight. His cock pressed into my side as he squeezed my breasts and lightly pinched my nipples, wet with his own pre-cum.
My vibrator worked tirelessly at my clit, humming a growing pleasure into me with every passing second. I did think for a moment that with so many willing shafts in the room it was a bit redundant to be using it, but that thought was driven from my mind by the vibrations that seemed to echo around my body, rebounding and amplifying all the time. I knew then that I was not far away from the tipping point of an orgasm.
My hair, formerly pristine and styled for my wedding, had fallen around my face as I sucked on Roy’s dick and he began gathering it all up into a tight ponytail, wrapping the unified hair around his hand twice and effectively taking control of my head. Leaning back he began pushing me down harder and harder each time his cock disappeared into my mouth until he was hitting the back of my throat and for all intents and purposes fucking my face. I’d lost my gag reflex several boyfriends ago and all my blowjob experience was required for the rough treatment my mouth was receiving.
I was so preoccupied with my growing orgasm and the action in my mouth that I hadn’t noticed when Shane had extracted his fingers from my snatch. I did notice when he replaced them with his cock. His smooth and thick length slid into my willing slit to the hilt with ease and Trent pinched both my nipples at the same moment that I felt the first spurt of Roy’s cum hit the back of my throat. It was sensory overload and my body reacted by washing everything away with a kaleidoscopic explosion of ecstasy as my orgasm shuddered through my body.
I swallowed what I could but cum leaked from around the seal of my lips on Roy’s cock and down my chin while Shane wasted precisely zero time in building to a frantic jack hammering punishment of my pussy, causing a slapping sound akin to an enthusiastic fan clapping at the end of a theatre production. All of these were purely academic observations for me as my eyes rolled back in my head due to the sheer pleasure I was feeling. Sounds took on a quality as if I had pillows over my ears and my knees buckled, though my position remained basically unchanged due to Shane and Trent’s support.
I floated back down to reality as Roy’s cock popped out of my mouth and he shuffled backwards, reversing the movement that brought his wonderful erection to me in the first place. Shane was still pounding into me as if his life depended on it and Trent still had his hands exploring my fleshy mounds.
Shane’s shaft felt amazing sliding in and out of me and it was with no small sense of regret that I heard him grunt and felt an unwelcome emptiness in my pussy as he extracted himself and began to jack himself off over my ass and back. I felt his sticky cum land on my skin after a brief flight and wiggled my ass at him teasingly.
No sooner had the cum stopped flying then Trent pushed me on to the bed, turning me around so I was on my back with my legs hanging over the edge. He grabbed all the pillows from the top and stuffed them under my ass so my pussy was at the perfect height for what he had to give me. Phil took the opportunity to straddle my stomach, pushing his cock down until it rested between my large breasts. I remembered his lusty gaze at my cleavage from earlier and pushed my tits together, effectively wrapping them around his erection and creating a soft and fleshy channel in which he could thrust.
Trent’s manhood was not as thick as Shane’s but it was easily the longest I had ever had, thrusting deep into me where its head rubbed against effectively virgin pussy walls that had never been touched before. My hips writhed in time with his pumps, my clit sensitive from my recent orgasm and my pussy experiencing something I hadn’t felt since I lost my virginity all those years ago.
Meanwhile, Phil was obviously living out a fantasy his A-cup wife was unable to provide. He stared with a nearly animal lust as the engorged head of his cock repeatedly poked out from my tight cleavage. It was almost as if it was winking at me and each time it appeared it was pointing directly at my chin and face as if it was ready to deliver a thick creamy present. I stared up at my Father-in-Law as the first Step-Father I ever had rhythmically fucked my slit while my other Step-Fathers breathed heavily, recovering from having spent themselves in and on me already.
Phil placed his hands over mine, pushing my tits together even harder as he fucked my cleavage. I looked up at him and felt like I was looking into the future as I was once more struck by the family resemblance. His face contorted in ecstasy in just the same way Mike’s does when he’s about to cum and with only that and a grunt of release as warning I felt his hot and sticky seed splash on my neck and chin while also further lubricating his last few thrusts between my breasts before he rolled over to the side and lay on the bed.
I reached down and wrapped my hand around Phil’s cock, milking the last drops of semen from it as Trent continued his steady pounding. I absentmindedly raised my hand to my mouth to savour the cum that I had just extracted and heard Phil breathe ‘Holy fuck’ quietly as he watched me and my hand returned to between his legs to caress his balls as if in thanks for the gift I’d just been given.
I saw Roy pick something up off the floor and recognised it as my vibrator, I must have dropped it when I came. The buzzing sound had been in the background ever since then but with so much else going on it hadn’t really registered. Before I knew what was going on Roy had reached between Trent’s legs and was pressing the vibrator at my exposed asshole.
I’d never tried to put it up my back passage before and my already tight star clenched against the unexpected, cold and powerfully vibrating invader. Clenched though I may have been, the vibrator was as smooth as silk and still covered in my pussy juices from earlier. With increasing pressure from Roy it forced its way inside me and the vibrations once more seemed to fill my whole body.
In a surprisingly short amount of time I felt the stirrings of my second orgasm emanating from the thrusting, vibrating and downright full area between my legs and squeezed my pussy muscles on Trent’s shaft. However, regardless of how the insertion of the vibrator was affecting me, the impact on Trent was even more extreme as the tremors transferred from my ass, through my flesh and on to his cock. He started breathing heavily and went slightly red before pulling out and kneeling on the bed beside my face.
I was almost crestfallen, close as I was to my orgasm but I dutifully opened my mouth and readied myself for the sperm about to be deposited on my face. What happened next seemed to play out in slow motion. I heard Trent let out an ‘Uhhh’ of release and saw the head of his erection visibly swell before a giant stream of cum erupted from the end. It flew through the air and landed across both cheeks and the bridge of my nose.
At the very same instant I saw the door to the bedroom swing open and standing there with a stern look on his face was none other than my very own father, Blair. All the colour seemed to drain out of the world as I lay on the bed with my former step-dad shooting cum across my face, my pussy exposed to my Dad and a powerful vibrator humming away in my ass. Trent’s hand was jerking his cock almost on auto-pilot but aside from that there was no movement whatsoever in the room and when Trent finally stopped jacking off on me the only sound was the constant thrumming of the vibrator, which had no concern for inappropriate situations.
“Daddy, I can exp…” I began.
“Thanks for the text, Roy.” My Dad said.
“Roy? I don’t understand.” I said, beginning to sit up.
“Stay right there, pumpkin.” My Dad said “Your mother and I have been trying to bring ourselves t
o tell you something for quite a while now. You see, the thing is, you’re adopted.”
I certainly hadn’t been expecting that but what my Dad… adopted Dad did next was completely out of left field. He kicked off his shoes, unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down along with his underwear in one swift motion.
“Daddy! What are you doing?”
“I’ve wanted to fuck you since you came home from college, all grown up. Don’t tell me you’re not interested.”
“But Daddy… it’s wrong…”
I began a weak protest but then I caught sight of his hardening dick still swinging between his legs and I was torn. Fucking all my step-fathers and my father-in-law was one thing but the man striding towards me with a swelling erection was someone who I had grown up with thinking of as my real Dad. It was absolutely forbidden… but my God his cock looked big and I was right on the edge of my orgasm when the last father figure ran out of steam. I spread my legs wider as he got to the edge of the bed.
He leaned over me and grasped his still hardening cock with one hand. It was already intimidating but I could see it wasn’t at full mast yet. He rubbed it up and down my slit as if it was a paint brush, slathering it with my plentiful pussy juices before pushing forward into my tight depths. I gripped the blankets with both hands as I was filled with a dick as long as Trent’s and as thick as Shane’s. With the vibrator still in my ass I felt full to bursting point before Blair pulled backwards, giving me a fleeting reprieve from the feeling of being at my absolute limit of capacity.
Of course, that relief was short lived as Blair began fucking me at a furious pace. Stretched to my maximum or not I was wet enough to accommodate him and after a few dozen thrusts punctuated by his balls slapping on my ass I was right back on that precipice, leaning over the edge of a cliff and ready to drop into my second orgasm. I gasped out a final request between pumps.
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