If you don’t believe me you can look at the tape: I clearly have no idea what is going on behind me. I swayed on my feet and closed my eyes as what had felt good began to feel great, but I still thought Mandy was fingering me. Her face is buried in my pubes, her hands are scratching my ass cheeks, and Chuck is sliding a boner and a half gently up my rectum. On the third or fourth stroke he brought his arms up from his sides and reached around me to circle my waist; that’s when my eyes popped open and I knew what I was feeling.
Jack had never stopped screwing Mandy and watching my humiliation. He had a big smile on his face as he dumped a quart or two of cum into Mandy’s well-fucked gash at the sight of me losing my cherry to Chuck. He was right behind Mandy, of course, and easily reached up with his hands to pinch my nipples as he taunted me: “O.K., Billy, now we know what kind of fucking you like!”
While Chuck held me from behind and Jack squeezed my breasts from the front I shouted something about them letting go of me immediately before I punched their lights out. Wash came close to me and gently held my wrists in his one hand while telling me to relax and “enjoy your party, Billy.” Then Jack dropped his left hand to my pecker and pumped it firmly as he taunted me again — “we could have saved the money on Mandy and had you strip for us instead, Billy!”
I was both madder and more sexually excited than I had ever been, and both at the same time. I jerked ineffectively a few times to free my arms, but Wash held me tight and kept me from escaping Chuck’s embrace. I was still thinking about how to get an arm free for a roundhouse punch at somebody when Chuck hit the magic button, Jack squeezed my erection just right, and my poor little cock exploded cum all over Mandy’s shoulders.
You can see on the tape that Chuck had a tremendous orgasm just a few seconds later as he ground his hips against my ass and gave my bowels a tremendous squirt of sperm juice.
You can also see that Steve finally got to screw Mandy, too. After Chuck let me slip from his grasp I slumped onto the rug and laid on the floor alone for a little while, humiliated and ashamed. Then after Steve unloaded in Mandy 5 minutes later, she squatted over my face and told me loudly to clean her out so she could screw Chuck. Eager to wipe the slate clean by doing something — anything — with a woman, I pretended to enjoy eating her crotch even while she made fun of me. She told the guys that I was the first bridegroom she’d ever known who “drank more sperm than I did at his Bachelor Party”. She added that she was going to have to give Chuck her best effort when she fucked him at last: “After all,” she said, “how would it sound if word got out that the groom had been a better lay than I had?”
This absolutely cracked Chuck up. I thought he was going to choke, he was laughing so hard. When he caught his breath he made everyone in the room except me laugh with him when he said: “Might be. I fucked Katherine two or three times a few months ago, and she was a pretty poor lay. You think I should tell her next Saturday that I’ve now fucked both the bride and the groom — and the groom was tighter?”
Everybody else kept drinking and fucking for another hour, but I slipped into a drunken sleep before I could find out how I compared in Chuck’s book to Mandy. The tape makes it clear that Chuck had a ball with her several times while I snored in an alcoholic fog on the floor, so I’m pretty sure I was only the second-best piece of ass he’d ever had.
Jack SWEARS I have the only copy of the tape. I really, really hope so.
This is going to be one hell of a wedding if Chuck doesn’t keep his mouth shut.
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