My Wedding Night ( 1 )


It was my wedding day. I had planned this day for months. I couldn't keep my nub from racing from the moment I got out of bed to the moment my full cousin walked me down the gangway. Our don was gone so I asked my cousin Zachary to pay me away to Greg, my finance ’, my love, my lifetime.

Zachary is seven years old than me and ever since my father died he has been cousin big brother, and beginner to me. I love my cousin-german dearly, More than anyone else in the world, except Greg. I chose July 16th for my wedding because it was Zach's 30th birthday.

Zachary didn't like Greg much, he told me more than once that Greg was a effeminize asshole and he was only using me. I didn't want to hear that, I loved Greg deeply and I knew without a doubt he loved me as much. I fought often with my cousin-german about Greg but in the end I won out. Zachary agreed to walk me down the aisle, not for Greg, but for me.

The day dawned with a hopeful sunlit sky ; the human race was smiling for my wedding. My Maid of purity and best ally Carolyn was up with me, coaching me, helping me get my pilus and constitution done. My mother helped me get dressed while Carolyn went to get gear up with the rest of my bridesmaids. The hymeneals and reception were going to be deluxe but I was looking forward to the foremost night as Mrs. Greg Butler. He and I hadn't had sex in five week. We agreed to abstain for a month before this Nox so that we would be even blistering and more ready for our wedding dark. My clit was on wax qui vive, ready for close, informal stimulation and married satisfaction. I could hardly await to get laid on my special day.

He was tall, broodingly liberal ; his optic sparkled with delight as he watched me come to him on the arm of my cousin. He looked into my eyes and said"I do."My man was perfect. It was during the receipt that hassle thundered over the skyline and drastically changed the quietus of my life sentence.

I couldn't rule my amah of Honor. Carolyn was gone ; no one I asked knew where she was. At first I wasn't troubled but as the moment stretched I grew concerned. I looked for the eligible men in the room and they were all there. She wasn't in a quoin somewhere getting a quickie. I asked my brand new married man if he knew where she was but he claimed to not know. My full cousin hadn't a clew, our acquaintance did n't know. Greg volunteered to look for her ; I was relieved that he would. My hubby took the Charles Herbert Best Man, his lifelong friend and went into the depth of the building to search for Carolyn.

They were gone too long. It had been 15 minutes and the construction wasn't that big. I grabbed Zachary and begged him to go with me, to find my friend and my blade new married man. We searched the kitchen, the restrooms, outside and the basement. None of the staff or caterers had seen any of the three missing people. There was a second floor to the reception hall ; one staff phallus told me there were four rooms up there, used for entrepot. My cousin and I climbed the step to investigate.

The first two suite were full-of-the-moon of cartonful, dusty old cardboard boxes full faded memory, lost ambition. It was when Zach opened the door to the thirdly way that my own dreams shattered.

There was an old twin bed mattress on the flooring ; Carolyn was sprawled across it with her clothes pulled up over her pep pill body and face. She was naked from the waist down and my new husband, my lifetime partner Greg had his rooster buried deeply between her legs while the C. H. Best Man stood to the position jerking on his hard-on. Neither of them had their pants on. I screamed ! Zach flew across the elbow room and hit Greg on the head with his hard closed fist. Greg yelped and fell to his side on the flooring just as Zack kicked the best man in the nuts, folding him over in a mound, groaning and holding his bollock. Zach turned back to Greg and kicked him in the dorsum and was ready to stomp his oral sex when I stopped him. I was too stunned to infer what I was looking at but I couldn't let my cousin kill my hubby. Carolyn never moved. Zach hang over her and pulled her apparel over her nakedness, uncovering her font, she was breathing but unconscious mind.

We heard a crowd of footsteps banging up the stairs and in moments the elbow room filled with wedding Guest, mostly men, my scream had brought the party to us. Greg sat up ; trying to extract his knickers up, his admirer was still clutching his spite jewels. One of my uncles is a cop so he took over, foremost ordering everyone out of the room except me and Zach. Even though it was obvious he asked me"What happened ?"

Zach spoke up"They were having sex. At first it looked like she was division of it but bet at her, she's gone. She has no estimation what's going on."He jerked his thumb toward the two sitting against the rampart"Those two were raping her."

Greg started to protest but my uncle told him to shut up. He recited Miranda to both then advised them they were under arrest. He took his phone out and called for more cops and an ambulance for Carolyn. The stunning shock had passed and I started to cry with shame for my just acquaintance, rage for my new hubby, and sorrow for my short lived spousal relationship.

My mother took me out of the room ; my uncle took his two captive downstairs. Two bridesmaids stayed with Carolyn, waiting for the ambulance. It was only when the EMT's put her on the gurney that she began to inflame up."What ? What's going on ? Maggie ?"she called for me"What's wrong with me, why I can't motion anything ?"I went with her to the hospital, still in my wedding dress.

The best man spilled his guts. That Nox after I went home my uncle told us that Greg and the considerably man had planned on fucking Carolyn and that Greg had given her a unattackable roofie during the reception. His admirer managed to lure her upstairs where the drug hit her and she passed out. He went back down and that's when he and Greg went calling on my unconscious Maid of pureness.

My wedding day was the saddest, most tragic day I had ever experienced. I ran to the only individual in the public I needed to have near me. I raced to my cousin's apartment and fell into his arms in anguish for my destroyed life sentence.

He sat on the couch, I was lying across his lap, I clutched to him like drowning person clutches a life ring. I cried, my endless tears soaked the front of his shirt while he stroked my hair and said nothing. I needed his speciality ; I tried to pull it from him to crap myself stronger, to face the unimaginably horrifying reality of my marriage day.

We sat for an 60 minutes, he was silent, warm. Gradually I stopped sobbing and he pushed me up, off his chest."I'm sorry Maggie. No woman should go through what you are right now. How can I avail ?"
"I need to sleep."

He didn't have a Edgar Albert Guest room so Zach urged me to fend then beak me up and carried me to his sleeping accommodation. The symbolism of being carried over the room access of the way in my wedding dress hammered another spike of grief through my nerve. He set me on the floor and offered me his bed."contain your apparel off and get in, I'll get you some tea."

I pulled off my clothes and dug out one of Zach's jersey to put on then slipped into my cousin's bed in shirt and panties thinking this was not how I should be spending this night. Greg was supposed to be undressing me, kissing, fondling, holding and having sex with me. We had planned it, I dreamed about it but now that would never occur.

Zack came back carrying a tray with two cupful and a teapot, he had set out some high mallow and crackers. I was sitting up, leaning on the bed pillows ; the blankets pulled to my waist so he set the tray on my thighs and sat on the edge of the bed. It flashed through my mind that this wasn't the man to be catering to me but somewhere else in my head I was relieved and grateful that Zachary was sitting beside me.

"My shirt looks better on you than it does on me."

"Its way too big, I feel lost in here."

He gave me a cautious smile,"Are you going to be alright ?"

"How could he do that Zack ? How could he rape my ripe admirer at our wedding ? I don't understand what goes on in a man's head sometimes ? If he wanted sex with a knocked out woman I would done that for him, I would birth taken the drug willingly."I felt more teardrop welling in my eyes.

Zach took a tissue from a box on the Night stand and dabbed my heart, I could see the sinister stain of my mascara on the thin paper. I knew my face was a lot. The crying receded but the questions hung between us. I was fishing for answers but I knew my full cousin didn't have them. Only Greg would be able to tell me what he was thinking and feeling and I knew I could never let the cat out of the bag to him again.

The tea helped, my cousin's presence helped even more. We talked for over an hour, the tea was foresightful gone, I was feeling a little better but I was tired. Zach left me alone to sleep ; he would stay on the couch. I went pee then crawled back into the bed, isolated and forlorn on my wedding night. In the dark with no one around I began to sob again.

He heard me. He came back into the way wearing jammies and sat adjacent to me again."I thought we were over this"he said with a modest concerned smile.

"I hurt inside. Can you stay ?"

"I'm tired girl, I'd like to lie down but I'll stay here as long as you need me."

"Then lie down with me, I can't be alone right now. delight ?"

I wriggled from the middle of the bed to ready way for my full cousin. He stretched out beside me on his rear and I laid my head on his chest, I was under the cover, he was over. He put a comforting arm around my shoulders and I closed my eyes. That was better. His blink of an eye was firm ; I heard the pulse of it as I lay on his chest. His breathing quickly smoothed out and became the fixture rhythm of person legal asleep. Zach had conked out on me in moments, the day must bear stressed him too. I nestled against him and let my opinion run amok. Everything from the clock time I saw Greg fucking my passed out friend to this very moment.

I don't know when I fell asleep but I woke up disoriented, confused. It was still dingy in the elbow room and there was a man lying with me. It took several here and now to remember where I was and who I was with. Zack had rolled to his side, facing me and put a hand on my tit. Somehow the cover was pushed away, tangled at our feet. I looked into his face but he wasn't awake. He shifted a leg, pulling it up until it was resting on my thigh and that's when I felt something associate. My cousin had an erecting and it was poking the pep pill part of my leg. He was aroused in his sopor and feeling my tit, pushing his boner on me. I burned with embarrassment and tried to pull away from him but he put his arm over my stomach and pulled me closer. His helping hand wasn't on my tit any More but his stiff stopcock was now pressed wide-cut distance on my hip.

I held still, hoping he would roll back the other way but he settled a piddling deeper into his pillow and held me tight. I studied his cheek as he flexed his hips once which slid his cock on my leg. The pajamas he was wearing offered only the thinnest veneer of textile between us and I felt that thin cover getting wet. He is erection was leaking to my tegument. My heart picked up its pace as I realized that my somnolent full cousin was trying to get laid in his dreaming.

I reached down my position to proceed his unshakable prick. I thought if I could facilitate it off my leg he would move back from me. I slowly wrapped my fingers around it through the pajamas and pushed it away. As I tried to travel the hard-on, it twitched and grew thicker in my hand. Zach puffed a soft groan and flexed his hip joint again. His erection pumped through my fingerbreadth as if I were masturbating him. I pulled my hip away from him which caused him to move his arm off my stomach. It went from my belly to the junction of my legs. Zach put the palm of his hot hand over my panty covered privates which sent a tingle of dread through me ; at least I thought it was dread. My clenched fist squeezed his peter involuntarily as I moved my rightfulness leg which gave him more room to fondle me. I didn't mean value to, it was a unconditioned reflex reaction to a man's hand on my consistency. He slipped his bridge player between my legs, resting the edge of his digit along the crevice between my thighs.

I was afraid to run again so I stayed very still. When his fingerbreadth began to affect, sliding softly along the silk wedding day scanty ; I knew I had to get out of bed. I moved my unfreeze leg to the incline but paused when he took advantage of the wider gap between my thighs and pressed against my puss even harder. The smell of his bridge player sent a saccade of electricity though me, my body jerked and I stopped moving again. All of a sudden I was in no hurry to get away from the caress between my legs. I bumped my rosehip lightly and got a gratifying twitch from Zack's fingers.

I was lost. That small caress teased my body and I wanted another, even firmer, stronger. I bumped my hips again with a little More leaping and my first cousin responded by stroking my sex. My cunt warmed to the attention, I could feel my snatch fop with heating plant. I arched my back, turn my pelvic arch and closed my thighs, capturing his hand between them. I wrapped my fingers around his erection again and started stroking it with finding. My temperature flared, my loins began to smolder with a need for sex and I could opine of no one better than my first cousin who I loved and trusted and was feeling me up at the moment.

I quit being stealthy and sneaky, my craving overpowered all thinking and rationality. I rolled to face him and put my hand down his pajamas and gripped his swollen scape. I pushed and pulled on it with one hand while I struggled out of my scanty with the other. In indorsement my sex was bare and he was waking up.

Maybe he knew who I was, maybe he thought he woke up in the weapon of some early hot woman but he wrapped his arms around me and put his warm needy lips on mine and began to seduce me with his mouth. A hand eased under the shirt to my knocker, finger's breadth pinched the nipple, I groaned past his spit. He pushed me to my back then got between my legs and pulled his pjs to his articulatio genus, the object of my lust hung from his torso like a long blunt fizgig. I opened my legs as far as I could get them, grabbed his ass and pulled him down. He penetrated me with ease and we started fucking in a frenzy of overheated fervidness.

I had my outset orgasm almost as soon as his glob slapped my ass the 1st time. It was a small palpitation in my womb which rapidly gave way to the immense boot of feeling my cousin's turncock sliding in and out of me. He quickly pumped me to higher levels of motivation and heat. He pulled up the shirt, bent his head to my breast and suckled my teat then moved his oral cavity to my neck. He rested on one elbow while fucking me and played with my white meat while caressing my neck with his lips. My sec orgasm was stronger, wilder.

Zack didn't let up. He fucked me through the second sexual climax which kept the fire in me growing. He pushed up on his arms, looked down into my centre then uttered"God, Maggie, I've wanted to do this for so long."

I dug a trench in his back with my decorated nails when my third orgasm broke loose and rampaged across my nerves. He arched his binding, slammed his erection deep into me then roared out his release. His shoulder and neck muscles knotted and strained as he pumped me full phase of the moon, saturating my womb. I clung to him with arms and legs and let him take everything I could give ; my passionateness, my body, my love.

My wedding night, his birthday, would be one we would never draw a blank .
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