Page 35 of Her Shameful Wedding Night (Corporate Correction)

I need it. I need more. More. More.

“Wow,” she heard John say. “She’s coming hard, isn’t she?”

Zoe realized then that the sounds that had seemed like they must be coming through the door, an integral part of the thumping, hip-hop-inflected rock that she loved to dance to, the moans and cries, had all come from her. Under her husband’s pounding cock, still encased in her wedding gown and her lacy wedding lingerie, her body responded desperately to every motion of the hardness inside her, trying to writhe against Bradley’s strength so that she could enjoy the way he held her in place for his manhood’s driving thrusts.

She felt the pleasure turn into a shout, a scream of ecstasy that made her worry for just an instant that she would simply tear the gown apart at the seams. The fabric’s constriction of her chest, though, joined together in her senses with Bradley’s hands on the lacy garter belt that she couldn’t help thinking terribly naughty because of how it seemed to frame her pussy and her bottom: together those feelings of bondage, and the vision behind her closed eyelids of the way she had looked with her panties down, her pussy presented to the groomsmen, seemed to make the ecstasy explode deep inside her.

Zoe came, and came, and came, pushing back against Bradley, trying to get him deeper, throwing her hands behind her so that she could touch his hairy thighs and feel the strength there.

“Good girl,” he said. “You feel so good on my cock.”

By the time he stepped back, and his hardness left her to be replaced by Tony’s thicker cock, Zoe felt herself in some other realm of existence, where brides who didn’t get to have more than one man fuck them on their wedding nights were seriously missing out.

“That’s it,” Tony said, as her body moved in response to his quick thrusts, not as long as Bradley’s but powerful, as if Zoe had a massive tree trunk behind her. “Oh, bro. She’s good. I’m going to come in here.”

Somehow that broke through the haze. Zoe spoke, from somewhere so deep within her mind that the word came without her even thinking it.

“No...” she said, “no, please.”

Tony stopped moving inside her. Pulled out. She hadn’t meant that, exactly, though, and the withdrawal of the big, hard penis made her whimper with need and frustration.

“Zo?” Bradley asked, coming to her side and bending down, his hand on her back.

“No... in... in...”

But she couldn’t say it. She couldn’t even open her eyes.

Her body managed to accomplish what her voice couldn’t, though. Her hands decided to show her husband the shameful, wicked thing she needed: the dirty thing she had thought of in the church bathroom, the filthy idea to which she had masturbated and earned her wedding-night paddling.

Zoe’s fingers took hold of her bottom-cheeks, arms reaching around the gathered fabric of her beautiful white wedding gown. They spread the round globes, which felt so warm from the paddle, so that she could feel the air moving on the little ring where she needed her husband to claim her, in front of his groomsmen, and then to share her with them.

Bradley’s voice, when he spoke again, sounded so authoritative, so husbandly, that it made her clench down there, where two men had already fucked her, so hard that it shot a thrill up her back and made her buck in need over the cushion on the table. As she listened to his decree, she pulled her bottom apart harder, pushed her pussy out further, wanting urgently to show them how badly she needed cock, despite all the modesty of which she had once thought herself mistress.

“Not yet, Zoe,” her husband said. “But soon. John, I’ll take the phone, and you go ahead and fuck her pussy. After that, I think we’ll give the bride what she really has coming. I’ll lube that little bottom, and then I’ll open it up with my cock. We’ll all come in her ass.”

A sob burst from Zoe’s chest, when the final pronouncement had been made, and then a whisper. “Yes, sir.”

“Take your hands off your bottom for now, babe, while John fucks you,” he commanded, and Zoe obeyed with a little whimper, laying them along her sides, fingers trailing along the silk of her white gown as John stepped up behind her and put the head of his penis against her already sore pussy. Her bottom closed, but somehow the feeling of exposure, of having demonstrated that her anus needed fucking, remained and made her cheeks burn with humiliation.

She started to lose track, after that, of all the things that happened. She knew that later she would remember certain very important things, though. John’s cock seemed like the longest one, to fit his height. Zoe screamed with the pleasure it forced deep into her, the discomfort seeming to make her come all the harder, her breath taken away by the deep thrusts of Bradley’s tall stepbrother.

John fucked slowly, seeming to revel most in the moment when he had almost pulled his enormous manhood all the way out. Sometimes he kept her that way, just moving the head of his erection in and out, before sliding himself all the way back in. Zoe moaned under his huge hands, his grip almost all the way around the garter belt as he enjoyed her: the third man to fuck her, and all of them just in a few minutes, while the pulsing music continued at her wedding reception.

Then Bradley said, “Alright, Zoe. You can hold your ass open again while I get you ready.”

She realized that John had stepped back, that he must have taken the phone again, that her husband must have brought lube along with the paddle, to the wedding... to the reception. Lube, for getting a bride’s bottom ready. For making her anus a pleasant place to fuck.

“Oh, God,” she whispered, as she obeyed him, again opening her bottom and wondering how she had ever had the courage to do it earlier, when she had asked, wordlessly but very, very shamefully, for ass-fucking. Then she breathed it again and again, almost soundlessly...oh, God... oh, God...as his fingers rubbed the cool, slick stuff on the outside, as one of them wentinthere.

“So naughty,” Bradley said. “She’s a very naughty girl, isn’t she, guys?”

“Oh, God,” Zoe cried, because she felt something on the little bud, the little flower that must now open. Something bigger, but softer than his finger... butbigger. “Oh, please... please, sir... please, sir...”

“Shh, babe. Relax. Let me have my way.”

“Jesus, that’s hot,” Tony said.

“Yeah.” John’s voice, from close by, to her right and only just behind her. Because he had gotten it all on video. Zoe sobbed, and she felt her bottom surge as she let herself do what she really wanted to do, let herself move her muscles that filthy way, and she felt Bradley’s cock enter her smallest hole.

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