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It seemed like a good idea at the time... which is what I told my fiancé four hours later.
The wedding was in two weeks, on December 30th (a strange date I agree, but with lots of family coming from great distances, it was the best choice...plus leaving all the snow behind for Hawaii was a great honeymoon choice).
I had no doubt become bridezilla with all the problems and complications thrown at me the past month. I won't get into the details, but that old Murphy adage 'anything that can go wrong, will' had been proving itself nonstop right before my eyes. To make things worse (now I see in retrospect), I had decided our wedding night would be lots hotter if we both gave up sex after fucking each other's brains out on November 30, and not having any at all during December until we'd tied the knot. By this time our abstinence was really getting on my nerves, but I had been reluctant to back down since I'd made such a big deal about it when I had imposed it on my fiancé Dwayne.
My bitchiness in addition to our abstinence had taken its toll on Dwayne, and I'd decided to make it up to him.
I decided that tonight I would give myself to him completely, including my anal virginity, which I had adamantly refused him many times in the past. But now I had been prepping my ass for his smaller-than-most five-inch cock for the past week with three increasingly larger butt plugs.
I told him I was going to my maid-of-honour Amy's place for some more wedding planning, and would spend the night there. Instead I remained home and with Amy's help, I climbed inside a large box, naked except for some sexy lingerie and thigh highs (I mean really sexy lingerie, with cut-outs for my cunt, ass and tits), and then Amy wrapped the box to make it look like an elaborate Christmas gift, which it certainly was!
Amy had created a few holes for breathing and access, so I would have air to breathe and to give Dwayne access to my three pleasure holes and my breasts.
As Amy was about to close me up inside the box, she asked, still surprised by this idea, which was so out of character for me, and more like something she would do, "Last chance. You still sure about this?"
I laughed, "I'm already in the box, plus he has been so incredibly patient with my going over to the dark side in addition to my cock-blocking him that he deserves a treat!"
"It is one kinky idea," Amy laughed.
"Apparently you're finally wearing off on me," I quipped.
"You calling me a slut?" she asked, pretending to take offense.
"No, you're just a very liberal connoisseur of cock," I quipped.
"Bitch," she quipped, surprising me by sliding a finger inside the box and poking it at my pussy lips.
"Amy!" I gasped, helpless to stop her. She had tried to coax me into exploring the other side many times, but I had always rejected the temptation...women just never doing anything for me sexually. Although if I ever was going to 'munch cunt', as she so eloquently put it, she would be the perfect choice. She is a beautiful redhead who makes gay guys question their sexuality (she had actually fucked three gay guys).
She quipped, "I'm just playing with your box," as her finger parted my pussy lips and slid inside me.
The idea that I was about to get ass-fucked for the first time both had me incredibly excited, as prepping myself with three different butt plugs had been pleasantly arousing, but also nervous: would a real cock hurt? I involuntarily moaned at the surprise violation by my best friend: "Amyyy!!"
Pulling her finger out, she quipped, "Sorry, I couldn't resist." After a moment she added, "Damn, you taste yummy."
Her finger gone, I suddenly wished it was back, it being almost a month since Dwayne and I had fucked. Plus, hearing her tell me how good I tasted was both surreal and flattering. I quipped, "Be careful, I may make you my full service maid-of-honour."
"Challenge accepted," she quipped, before asking, "You sure you're comfortable in there?"
Although the box was long and thin it was tall enough for me to be on hands and knees, and I was relatively comfortable that way. "As long as he isn't an hour late getting home from work," I joked, Dwayne being a man of habit; he was never late.
"I'm going to write a little note for him," she added.
"What are you going to write?" I asked, knowing she was devious enough to write almost anything.
"That is for me to know and you to find out," she quipped, before adding, "literally."
Suddenly there was a door handle sound. "Shit, he's early," Amy gasped. "I'll sneak out the back."
"Kkkkk," I said, giddy with anticipation.
A few seconds later I heard the door open and him rustling around. Then I heard footsteps as he approached me.
I was full of giddy trepidation as his finger touched my pussy lips. I let out a soft moan, my pussy already wet from both the anticipation and Amy's brief tease.
The finger slowly parted my pussy lips, creating an involuntarily trembling. I was ready to be fucked.
Like Amy's, as quickly as the finger had begun teasing me, it was gone.
I expected him to either fuck me or unwrap the box, yet he went to the side hole and began cupping my breast, reaching for my stiff nipple and giving it a firm squeeze, again making me moan.
I wanted to scream 'fuck me already', but I also wanted him to enjoy this gift entirely, so I remained quiet and waited for the inevitable.
He again moved his hand away, before moving to the hole in front of my face and putting his fingers in my mouth.
I swirled my tongue around his fingers as if they were a cock, trying to entice him to replace his fingers with the real thing.
Frustratingly, he again withdrew his fingers and walked around, this time going to my ass.
He moved his finger between my ass cheeks before slowly poking it inside. I stiffened even though I'd thoroughly prepared for my ass's virgin voyage.
After briefly fingering my ass, the fingers again pulled out and returned to my cunt.
He tapped on my clit, making my whole body tremble, and my pussy leaked slightly as I wanted to scream, "Will you open your present already!?!?!"
Suddenly I heard the door open again. I instantly stiffened as the guy teasing my clit finally spoke and I realized it hadn't been my fiancé molesting me, but his best friend Joey, "Did you get the stripper?"
Footsteps coming closer, a voice, also not my fiancé's, answered, "No, Dwayne stressed no strippers, but Mike obviously ignored that."
Joey laughed, "Looks like Mike technically kept his word. I assume this isn't a stripper but a prostitute; look at the words above her ass.
The other guy laughed, "'Pick a hole', delicious!"
I gasped. So that's what Amy had written! And what were these guys doing here? Had Dwayne scheduled a bachelor party without telling me about it? I sure hoped he wasn't having it here!
The new guy probed my pussy lips as I tried to figure some way out of this predicament.
As he probed me, he asked, "What's the plan?"
"I thought we were going to the bar," Joey answered, "but now I'm not so sure."
"Think I can fuck her?" he asked, making my whole body tense up.
"Not sure, we should probably wait until Mike gets here," Joey replied.
"You're probably right, but fuck, she's soaked," he declared accurately.
I wasn't sure why I was so wet, my feelings right now were utter shame, yet my body was betraying my morals.
As I was fingered, the door opened again and Joey greeted, "Mike, this is a good one."
"What is?" Mike asked, as somebody's fingers left my cunt.
After a pause, Mike asked, "What's this?"
"This isn't your work?" Joey asked.
"Nope. Dwayne made it pretty clear, no strippers. That bitch wife-to-be already has him domesticated," Mike answered.
Was that what they thought of me? I mean I could definitely be a bitch, but I had no idea that was how Dwayne's friends basically saw me. And the other bad news: this was looking more and more like a bachelor party and what the hell was I going to do about it? Please, guys, go to the bar and have a blast!
"I know," Joey laughed, "his last chance ever to get any head will probably be tonight."
Joey was always a sweetheart around me, so hearing him diss me like this was very shocking. (Although men would be shocked too if they knew how women described them to each other.)
"Has she spoken?" Mike asked.
"No, she hasn't made a sound," Joey said.
Mike asked, "Hey, we won't open you until the groom arrives, but what's your name in there?"
I remained silent, knowing Joey for sure and likely Mike too would recognize my voice. No, my best plan of action was utter silence and praying they would leave for the bar without unwrapping my box.
"No speaking; well, let's feel what we have at least," Mike said, before putting his hand in the box and cupping my breasts. "Nice tits, erect nipples."
"This bitch is revved up and ready for action," the guy I didn't recognize commented.
Soon another hand was touching my cunt. I wanted to shout for them to stop, but I couldn't without revealing it was me. The only possible way out of this without total embarrassment was to remain silent and hope they did indeed leave for the bar. And, at this point, I'd already let three of my fiancé's friends fondle me...how would I explain that to him?
Other men arrived over the next twenty minutes, each of them fingering me, making crude comments and yet, of course, no one taking credit for arranging for my presence here.
I continued to hear comments like "I don't know... his fiancée seems like a bit of a prude... I heard that strippers would be off limits for this party...he might get really pissed once he gets here."
With each additional man touching me I felt more ashamed, more unable to come clean and get out, and surprisingly more wet and eager for the next man. I was being teased like crazy and desperately wanted to come.
Eventually, Dwayne arrived and didn't approach me, but just laughed when someone told him about 'the whore in the box' saying, "Feel free to play with the girl all you wish."
I couldn't believe he had just accidentally given all his friends permission to fondle his fiancée!
I was doubly horrified when they agreed to just stay there and drink, once Dwayne told them I wouldn't be coming home tonight.
The next hour was an eternity of teasing and humiliation. Men continually kept reaching into the box to play with my breasts, finger my pussy, and, occasionally, tease my ass.
So many things were said, like:
"Who hired the hooker?" (a term that made me want to cry)
"Can we fuck her?" (Which had me trembling with guilt, yet also excitement)
"Fuck, is she soaking wet." (Which also had me mortified with guilt, and more excitement)
"Even her ass is begging for it." (Ironically true, but not with these guys)
"Nice firm rack." (Which was flattering. considering my boobs were hanging down Ike a sow's)
Dwayne admitted, after a couple of drinks, and under pressure to unwrap the present, "Guys, if I went there Clarissa would kill me."
I was relieved to hear he was going to remain faithful to me, although my relief was short-lived as he increased the stakes offhandedly, "But so long as she doesn't object, you guys can use her however you wish."
Terrified of the idea of objecting and thereby outing myself, I knew I wouldn't say a word no matter what they did to me! So I endured (and honestly, enjoyed) a few more minutes of being groped, fondled and fingered, both my pussy and ass defiled as the drinking continued, and as the night went on, the violations became rougher.
Then the inevitable happened. I reached orgasm when someone pumped three fingers in me aggressively. I fought to not cum, but an hour of constant probing had been too much and I clenched my teeth so as not to scream out loud and give away my identity.
Unfortunately, once I reach orgasm I can come again and again, and that's what I did!
A minute later the fingers turned into a fist inside me and I could barely hold back from screaming as my cunt was widened unnaturally. Although there was a slight burn, the pleasure was intense and I knew I was in for a long night of humiliating ecstasy...feeling like a cheap slut and loving every minute of it!
Suddenly the hole in the front of the box darkened as a hard cock was poked into my cheek. As the hand continued fisting me, I opened my mouth and the cock slid in and I began sucking.
"The slut is sucking me," my fellatio recipient declared and soon I felt the fist pull out of my cunt to be replaced by a cock. A very big cock! Soon I was bouncing back and forth like a rocking horse, taking unidentified cock in both ends. Although the act was so slutty, especially with my fiancé somewhere in the room, it was also exhilarating, easily the most sexually satisfying moment of my life.
In only a couple of minutes, the guy fucking my mouth shot a load down my throat. As soon as he finished coming, he pulled out and another cock replaced his. "Get sucking, slut," Joey's voice demanded.
I had no choice but to suck Joey's cock. His was not long, but he was thick, and widened my lips.
Meanwhile I kept bouncing back on the cock in my cunt, wanting to cum again, yet at the same time fearful of the probability that this unknown cock would come inside me. My fear was made a reality a minute later when I heard a grunt and felt my cunt walls coated in cum. I always loved the feeling of cum filling my cunt, but not knowing whose it was, plus having an unprotected womb, got my adrenalin surging and twistedly brought me to another orgasm even as it shamed me.
"Fuck, is her cunt tight," my ejaculator praised me as he pulled out.
"Let me take a go at that," someone else said and my cunt was filled again.
This crazy accidental gangbang continued for another half an hour as I swallowed a half dozen loads of cum and felt a similar amount fill my well-fucked cunt, including about the same number of orgasms for myself.
Finally, my body aching, cum leaking out of my cunt, both my holes were finally empty. I thought I was done, but then things got even crazier! I heard my future father-in law's voice saying to someone, "Well, I have to admit my wife hasn't given me head in years."
A few guys pressured him to go for it; "It's not cheating if it's something your wife doesn't do," one guy said.
"Yeah, just shove it in there," another added.
"What the hell, why not?" my father-in-law agreed, and soon my mouth was again full of cock, this one belonging to a future relative. As I began sucking on his cock, my father-in-law-to-be called out, "James, come over here and fuck this slut's cunt."
My eyes went wide as I heard James, who wasn't some future relative but my own father joking, "That would be the ultimate father-in-law bonding."
"What happens at the stag stays at the stag," Dwayne's father quipped, as I felt a cock slide inside my cunt.
I prayed it wasn't my father, but my prayers weren't answered as I heard him, his voice now right above me, say, "Shit, this is the first fresh cunt I've had in thirty years."
I couldn't believe it! I was getting fucked by my father! I also couldn't believe that even though I was mortified by the reality of it, my cunt was heating up again, the taboo of this act somehow turning me on. My body, acting on its own, began bouncing back to meet the strokes of my father's surprisingly long cock before deep-throating my father-in-law's much smaller cock.
Deciding to ignore whose cocks I had in me, I focused on the task at hand, getting them to come. My dad shocked me, being the first person to speak directly to me throughout the evening since someone had asked my name at the very start, as after a couple minutes of fucking he ordered me authoritatively, like he often spoke to me as a father, "Beg for my cock, slut."
I couldn't believe my father would say such words to anyone ever! Yet I also couldn't believe he would fuck a stranger in a box. Yet I knew I didn't dare speak, couldn't reveal my identity, since the only shred of dignity remaining in my weary soul was my secret identity being protected by this fragile cardboard box.
"The slut has a mouthful of cock," my father-in-law quipped.
My father laughed, "I guess that's true."
I got a brief reprieve as I continued to willingly submit to this act of incest. Another orgasm was undeniably rising in me as I bounced back on my dad's big cock, wishing the box wasn't in the way, yet thankful it was hiding my identity. What would he say if he knew he was fucking his daughter? What would Dwayne say if he knew I was not only sucking off his father, but fucking my own? The whole ordeal was fucked up, yet I couldn't deny the ultimate pleasure that was coursing through me.
"God, I forgot how great it was to get a blow job!" my father-in-law moaned.
Dwayne, who had been quiet for a long time, quipped, "Clarissa can give one hell of a blow job."
I would usually be mortified by such words about me, yet at the moment I thought, damn right! as I prepared to take yet another load down my throat.
"Your mother-in-law has a vacuum mouth too," my father grunted, as he kept fucking me.
"Like mother, like daughter," someone else quipped.
I couldn't believe the crudity of this conversation as I heard my father-in-law grunt and brag to me, "Here comes my load, slut."
I kept bobbing, all shame gone by now so long as I could remain anonymous, eager to swallow another load of cum.
"Mine too," my father grunted, as within seconds of each other they both deposited loads of cum in my two well-fucked holes.
Once they both pulled out, my father said, "Go ahead Dwayne, fuck this slut's ass, it's been waiting for you all night."
I couldn't believe my own father was telling my fiancé to cheat on me!
"I don't know," Dwayne said, "Clarissa would kill me."
"What she doesn't know won't hurt her," his father added.
"Still, I would know," Dwayne countered.
"Well, at least unwrap the present and let's take a look at what we've been fucking," someone else said. That comment really pissed me off as the ultimate in objectification! I wasn't even a 'who', I was just a 'what'!
"I guess we could do that," Dwayne agreed, my whole body stiffening as I realized everyone was about to discover who had been in the box fucking and sucking them.
"It's the least you can do," Mike quipped, "someone obviously went to a lot of work setting this up for you, even though they won't take credit for it."
"Probably doesn't want to be on my daughter's shit list: she can be quite a bitch," my father said.
It's crazy how one day can forever change who you are. Everyone who'd mentioned me tonight had made it clear they thought I was a cold bitch, and yet tonight I'd been anything but! Part of me longed to be unwrapped so they could all see I wasn't not some ice queen, yet a smarter side of me knew that was a terrible idea.
Suddenly my phone buzzed in the kitchen.
Dwayne said, "That's weird, that's Clarissa's phone."
"Shit, she isn't here, is she?" my dad gasped.
A moment later Dwayne reported, "Her purse is here."
"Shit," my dad repeated, clearly frantic.
Dwayne's tone suddenly shifted and he said, "Guys, it's time to leave! That was a text and my fiancée is on her way home."
"Shit, shit, shit," my father cursed.
"Guys, head for home, and do it NOW!" Dwayne ordered, even as I was curious what my text said. It was likely from Amy.
"What about the whore?" someone asked.
"I'll deal with her," Dwayne said.
"You sure?" Mike asked.
"Yes, now go before Clarissa gets here!" Dwayne ordered.
The men began to leave even as a couple paused to give me last-minute breast squeezes or fingerings.
Joey asked, his tone curious, "You sure you don't want help with the box?"
"No," Dwayne replied. "I think the text appearing when it did was a sign not to unwrap it. Once you're all gone, I'll unwrap the box just a bit and let her leave without anyone knowing her identity."
"Always the gentleman," Joey teased.
Soon everyone was gone, and I was thinking that maybe, just maybe, I was going to get out of this predicament without being revealed, if Dwayne kept to what he'd told his friends.
But Dwayne spoke to me saying, "Amy wants to know how I liked your surprise."
I wanted to speak, but I was speechless. He knew it was me! He knew I had sucked and fucked his friends, his father and my father!
He began to unwrap the box. "I mean I thought it was weird when no one took credit for it. Yet this is definitely not what I would ever have guessed."
"I'm so sorry," I said weakly, tears streaming from my eyes, my marriage over before it had even started!
He didn't say anything else as he ripped off some paper and broke the box open, but then said, "Stand up, your knees must be killing you."
"My shame is killing me," I countered, as I did indeed stand up, unable to look him in the eye as cum coated my face and leaked out of my cunt, visual reminders of my betrayal.
"Well, I have to admit, spontaneity isn't usually your thing," he said, his tone unreadable.
"Tell me about it," I laughed harshly at myself.
He took my hands and asked, "You didn't know I was having a party and were planning to give me anal sex as a Christmas present?"
"Yes," I admitted, finally looking into his eyes. "I figured I owed you for being so patient during my recent crossing to the dark side. It seemed like a good idea at the time."
"Weddings can do that," he smiled, always so patient, the ying to my yang.
"Do you hate me?" I asked, petrified of hearing the answer.
"I could never hate you," he replied, leaning in and kissing me.
When he broke the kiss, I gasped, "You're not mad?"
"What I actually am is surprised, and a little turned on," he answered,
"R-r-really?" I stammered, a glimmer of hope that my relationship with this wonderful man wasn't over.
"Yes, but I do think I need to fuck you, I'm not a big fan of the thought that the last two people inside you were my dad and yours," he said, taking charge by putting his hands on my shoulders and guiding me back onto my knees.
I fished his cock out of his pants and eagerly took it in my mouth, happy to see it was rock hard.
"I'm not sure I'll ever be able to look your father in the eye again without laughing," Dwayne said, as I bobbed on his cock. "If he only knew!"
Taking his cock out of my mouth, I asked, "Can we please never ever talk about this again?"
"Sure," he quipped, "I always knew you had daddy issues."
"Bastard," I shot back.
"Slut," he retaliated, as he pulled me to my feet and bent me over the couch and slid his cock in my cunt and added, "At least I'm the last one in this hole now, too."
"Why don't you make it three for three?" I moaned, desperately wanting to give him the last of my three holes, just as I had when this crazy night started.
"You sure?" he asked, always the gentleman.
"That's a hole you can not only be the last one in, but the first and only one, too! Fuck my ass, baby," I purred.
"Okay," he said, still unsure. He pulled out of my cunt and moved his cock to my ass.
"Just slam it in baby, I'm so fucking horny and I've been prepping my ass all week for your cock," I begged, dying to know what a real cock would feel like in my ass.
"Okay," he again agreed, although he started slow.
"That's it, fill your bitchy fiancée's ass," I moaned, quoting his friends.
"You probably heard a lot of things you were never supposed to hear," he admitted, as he continued sliding further inside my ass.
"It was a very blunt wake up call," I admitted, "obviously all your friends think I'm a bitch."
"I imagine they'd change their opinion if they knew who was in the box," he pointed out.
"How wonderful: I'd go from the bitch to the slut," I moaned, as his cock filled me.
"The ass slut," he grunted, as he began moving in and out of my ass.
"Your own personal ass slut," I moaned, loving when he called me names.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned.
I imagined my cunt wasn't so tight after the plethora of cocks that had fucked me tonight, many of them bigger than his. I begged, "Well, then fuck me hard and gape my ass."
"What's gotten into you?" he asked.
"Over a dozen cocks," I quipped.
Suddenly the door opened and Joey walked back in. "Sorry, I forgot my wall...."
Dwayne didn't stop fucking my ass as he ordered Joey, "Don't you say a fucking word."
"My lips are sealed," he promised, clearly stunned by seeing me and since I still had who knows how many loads of cum coating my face, it wasn't a stretch for him to realize it had been me in the box.
Feeling so slutty, so horny, and wanting to break the myth that I was a bitch, I ordered, "Well, don't just sit there, come fuck this mean bitch's face with that big cock of yours. Again."
Dwayne gasped from behind, but went along with it, "Yes, my gal is making amends for being such a fucking bitch lately."
Joey, like most guys, didn't need to be asked twice when such an offer was made. He walked over to me, stood up on the couch, pulled his pants down and shoved his cock in my mouth. "I can't believe it was her the whole time."
"Me neither," Dwayne nodded, as he began really slamming his cock in my ass.
I slobbered all over Joey's cock, moaning like a slut, as my ass got reamed.
Wondering what it would be like to get double penetrated, I said, "Change positions."
Dwayne slid out of my ass and I ordered, "Lie down, Joey."
Joey did and I quickly faced him and dropped my wet cunt onto his big cock.
I looked up at my fiancé and ordered, "Come DP your wife-to-be."
"Fuuuuck," he said, disbelieving, as he moved behind me and slid his cock back in my ass.
"Fuuuuuuck yes," I moaned, the sensations of being DP'd even better than I'd imagined.
Joey leaned forward and began sucking on my breasts, which only enhanced the pleasure.
Dwayne slammed into me, making my tits slap Joey in the face.
"Oh yes, fuck my ass baby, ram that cock in my rear," I moaned, wanting to feel his cum in my ass.
"I'm close," he groaned.
"Come in my ass, baby," I demanded, "fill my ass with your cum."
"Kkkkkk," he grunted, a couple of strokes later.
"Yessssss," I moaned, the feeling of something spraying in my ass a new turn-on and bringing me close to my own orgasm.
As he pulled out, I began riding Joey's cock, wanting to come again myself.
After a couple minutes, Joey ordered me, "Ride my cock with that ass of yours, slut."
I was surprised by his order and his name calling, yet so horny and definitely a slut tonight, I obeyed. I awkwardly stood up, and slowly lowered myself onto his big cock.
"Oh fuuuuuuck," I groaned, as my asshole was widened by his girth.
"That's it slut, take it all up your shit hole," he ordered.
The language was so nasty, it only made me hotter. "Yes, sirrrrr," I groaned, feeling so submissive.
"It's Master, bitch," Joey scolded, this domineering side of him so shocking and hot.
"Yesss, Master," I moaned, almost forgetting Dwayne was there.
Finally I had taken all his cock in my ass. He grabbed my hips, held me down and began bucking up.
"Mother fuuuuuucker," I screamed, as his cock reached depths deeper than any toy ever had. The pleasure-pain principle was definitely at work as my orgasm cascaded through me in mere seconds.
"That's it, ass slut," he said, holding me in place, "cum like a dirty little slut."
"Yesssss, Master," I weakly got out, squeezing my tits while my orgasm rushed through me.
His own orgasm wasn't far behind as I felt a second load of cum fill my ass.
"Yes, fill my asssssssss," I screamed.
Finally, my legs cramping, I stood up and felt two loads of cum leaking out of my ass.
My fiancé, his cock still hard, was filming me.
I asked, "You like watching me get fucked by another man?"
He nodded.
"Well, Merry Christmas then, Joey is staying the night," I smiled as I walked over to him, dropped to my knees and took his cock, which had last been in my ass, back in my mouth.