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Raped by the Groomsmen, by Jezebel Rose

“Jill! You need to go finish getting ready! I don’t know where the groomsmen went off to. I’m guessing they are getting ready too.”

My friend Jamie was one of my bridesmaids. She was just heading out to go help decorating somewhere else. I had too much on my mind to try to coordinate the groomsmen as well. They would have to figure things out themselves. I just hoped to god they weren’t going to fuck it all up.

I slipped on my white dress. It looked absolutely stunning. Everything was going to go just fine.

Reaching behind my back, I zipped up the zipper and turned in the mirror. The dress looked just like it did when I tried it on in the store. Good. I didn’t gain any weight.

My white dress was perfect. Little frills ran down the sides with a long trail behind it. Everything was absolutely stunning.

I couldn’t wait to see Jack’s face as I tightened my bra strap behind my back.

All my friends were finishing up the decorations over at the after party for when the ceremony was over. Now all I had to do was walk down the aisle…

Smiling and humming to myself I bounced my curly hair in the mirror just to make sure everything was absolutely perfect. It was. I was finally ready.

I heard footsteps in the hall. Nobody was supposed to be here.

“H… hello?” I called out nervously.

I saw a face peek around the corner – It was Jack.

“Get out! You aren’t supposed to see the dress before the ceremony!”

A grin spread across his face, “I told you the ceremony starts in an hour, but I lied. It starts in several hours. That means we have some time to have a bit of fun before…”—

I cut Jack off, “We can’t do that! Jack! We need to wait until the honeymoon! We’ve been waiting years to have sex… we can’t do it now… we are so close to actually being married…”

Jack’s smile caught me off guard. He normally wasn’t like this, but I guess he is a guy. Guys are like that at the weirdest times.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if I fucked him right here in the Church.

No. I can’t do it! Not now. We’ve waited too long.

“No. I won’t do it Jack. Let’s wait.”

The massive bulge in his pants went down as did his smile, “Alright… I guess I can wait until tonight.”

I nodded in reply.

Jack turned as he started to walk out of the room, “I’ll be waiting in the sanctuary. See you in a bit. Sorry…”

I didn’t say anything as he left the room. He should have known better.

What am I going to do now? I have several hours to burn. Go figure I actually am horny now.

Sitting down on a bench I slid my finger up underneath the dress and pulled my white frilled lingerie to the side. I was prepared for tonight.

I slid my finger up my slit from the bottom up to the top and leaned my back up against the wall. Raising my foot up on the bench I was able to spread and easily reach my pussy.

If anyone would have walked in the door I would have been caught. Good thing only Jack was here and he was in the other room. No way would he venture back in here after all that grief I gave him.

I pressed my finger up inside my pussy, running it along the top of my walls. Moaning softly to myself in pleasure, I tried my best to keep quiet. I couldn’t let him know I was in here fingering myself.

Listening intently while I twirled my fingers around my clit and my other hand inside my pussy, I felt my climax approaching. Yes… this will start my wedding day off right…

I heard something coming from the closet on the far side of the room. A rustle followed by a grunt.

The door swung open just as I came. My juices drizzled down my leg as I released a deep sigh of relief.

Out came the three groomsmen. Each larger than the last.

They were standing there, each with their hands on their package. I didn’t know their names. They were Jack’s friends.

“What the…”

That’s all I could muster as I watched the three men step out of the closet and start walking towards me.

I completely forgot about both of my hands playing with my pussy as I saw their massive cocks hanging between their legs out of their pants.

With a grunt, I watched as the first man walked up to me and held out its cock. I looked at the man quizzically as he came closer and closer.

The thought of screaming crossed my mind as the man grabbed my hips and immediately pushed his thick warm cock into my pussy.

It was my wedding day, and things were going to go my way. So I let them have their way with me as I watched the second man step beside me and grabbed my hand. Immediately my hand went to work on the second man as the third stood behind the two and stroked himself.

The man withdrew his cock after a moment and stepped backwards then went down on all fours in front of me.

My legs were still open from when I was fingering myself.

Almost immediately his tongue slithered out of his mouth and licked all the way from the bottom to the top. Oh. My. God. No. Fucking. Way.

One of the other men walked over and stood me up in front of him. Much like the first, the man sniffed at my body with a grin, then went behind me. I felt warm air hit my anus as his mouth went between my cheeks.

What can I do!? If I run – I’m dead. If I scream – god knows what would happen… I’ll just wait. Hopefully they don’t kill me.

I ran my hand over the man’s thick hair on his head in an attempt to keep him calm. He looked up at me and locked eyes before going back to my pussy. Licking over and over, the man seemed content.

Feeling a long tongue slide up between my cheeks, the man behind me must be content as well.

The man grinned at me, or at least what I thought was a grin. His mouth spread wide, baring his white teeth and stood up then wrapped his arms around me. The man behind me walked out of the way as the man pushed me backwards onto my back slowly.

Something warm ran against my wet slit. Jesus, the man is turned on by me. I’ll go along with this for now. It’s better than being dead I suppose.

I reached down and grabbed the man’s thick shaft and ran my thumb along the large vein on the bottom.

Jesus – this is like something out of an odd erotica story you would read online!

Stroking the man’s hair with my hand, I figured it would be best to just get him off, and then try to get away somehow. Most men sleep right after they get off, maybe if I were to just keep stroking him…

The man’s cock hardened in my fingers as I twisted and pulled at the long shaft. Making long motions with my hand, I felt his breath quicken in front of my face. His hips grinded against mine as I felt the man push his hard cock up against my pussy while I stroked him as fast as I could.

My pussy was still wet from when I was fingering myself. How can I still be wet?! Are these men turning me on as well?

I felt the hard cock press harder on my panties as it grinded on me. Unable to control myself any longer, I pulled my panties to the side and allowed the thick shaft to slide inside. I felt every ridge; bump and area on the cock enter inside me as my walls tightened around the dick.

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