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Subject: {ASSM} Bride gets it from many 1/2 (MMMF, reluc, wedding, true) reformatted
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(copyright 2001, Jay Jons)

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Bride gets it from many 1/2(MMMF, reluc, wedding, true, cheat) REFORMATTED


This is a true story, though it happened quite a few years ago. It's a story
of how my best friend managed to get into the pants of my conservative bride
with my unwitting help. He took full advantage of the situation and wound up
doing many a kinky thing with her. At first I did not know what was going
on, but eventually found out, or rather was told - no more correctly, shown
- that my conservative uptight wife was in fact a slut.

In the 1970s the sexual revolution was in full swing and worry about AIDs
did not exist. I had just graduated from college and had gotten a pretty
good job with a company car and all. In my last year of college I had hooked
up with a beautiful Asian girl. We were getting married. She had been dating
a friend of mine when we first met but they broke up. We met during a
campaign for the student government. Her boyfriend and I were running for
student Senator on the same party ticker.

Frank, her boy friend was quite the dog. He was short but had a way with the
ladies. Well Jean, didn't go for his philandering. After we had been going
out for awhile she told me that he did get her cherry (though not in those
words). He was apparently a kinky little dude as she told me of one of her
most embarrassing experiences. They were at a party and he was horny. So he
took her out into the backyard, started to feel her up in the dark. He
managed to pull her dress up so he could touch her pussy. He managed to do
her right there on a table in the dark. She said that she was sure that some
of the other people attending the party saw them. She wasn't really sure
about it, but I could tell that the very thought shocked and embarrassed her
(though I was not sure that it didn't turn her on a little. After all why
did she focus on that particular event?).

Jean was a very attractive 20 year college student when we met. We were
married only 2 years later. About 5'2", 95 pounds, long black hair, very
cute face, and a typical deadly Asian body. Not big tits (about 33) but very
well proportioned with fantastic legs and a great bubble butt. She was
fairly conservative in those swinging days. She never even wore mini-skirts.
She might wear a skirt above the knee but not by very much. Generally, she
wore jeans as did most college students in those days, just like now. Some
things never change.

We went out for about a month before I ever got in her pants. She had
consented to giving me the occasional hand job, but this was to deter me
from the primary target.

One night we were fooling around in my apartment - my two roommates were
out. That was when I found out the secret that would lead to a pretty kinky
lifestyle. As we were kissing we got more and more turned on and hands would
wander. As usual I went for the tits, managing to get her bra unsnapped. As
I was sucking her cute little tits old Roman hands and Russian fingers (I
was an international kind of guy!) went between her legs as I had done often
before. But this time she was wearing a skirt rather than the usual jeans.

She had always shaken me off before by stopping my hand with her hand, or
simply moving it. But this time with a skirt on, I was able to get my hand
under her skirt and on her panty covered pussy much quicker and with more
touch than was possible through jeans. Almost as soon as I managed to touch
her clit her legs just flopped open like I hit an "open" button. It was
unbelievable. I have never run into anything like it since but there it was.


What I learned that night was that all I needed to do was touch her clit
through her panties or less, and she was in automatic leg spread mode. It
was like she went into a trance. From hesitant, having to be convinced, to
"do me" "do me" "do me"- mode in a matter of seconds. As I massaged her clit
she became very wet and her panties were soaked. For the first time I was
able to get my index finger into her hot tight little pussy. I slipped my
fingers under her panty leg at first. Man when I hit home it was great. She
started moaning and twisting and turning. I was no dummy. I went immediately
to sliding those sexy little bikini panties off. This same girl who before
had never let me get any closer than rubbing her through her jeans covered
pussy, actually lifted her delicious little ass to assist my sliding her
panties off.

Soon I had two and then three fingers up her twat. I was stretching her out
in fine fashion and she was getting hotter all the time. But I noticed when
I pulled my hand away she started to regain control. I figured if I was
going to get what I wanted I had to get my own pants unzipped and my
underwear pulled down with one hand. Not to bore you with details that are
of little interest, but it was awkward and upon reflection more than a
little embarrassing trying to get my pants off without her catching on. At
least for me in the real world, it never works quite as smoothly and
sensually as most of the stories here seem to suggest. Ah the painful
difference between fantasy and reality.

I finally got my pants down around my ankles. As you would expect from a 20
year old, I was hard as a rock. I am adequately endowed - 7 inches, medium
girth, but certainly no monster cock. I know that doesn't sound as sexy as
the 12 inch cocks thick as coke cans but it is the unfortunate reality. I
slid between her legs which were conveniently spread wide. I rubbed the head
of my cock around her pussy lips, but only for a few seconds. This was my
first lay, and needless to say control was beginning to be a problem. 
Before she knew it I slid my cock deep in her wet warm cunt. Since I had
stretched her out more than adequately with my fingers, this was a quick
painless entry. But by the time I was pumping her, she didn't have any
complaints anyway. I started slow, deep stroking her but soon shifted to
pounding her for all I was worth. We had not taken any precautions but man
by that time I was not thinking logically. I came in her like a race horse.
Not surprisingly at that age I stayed hard as a rock ready to go again. But
when I came it broke the trance and she panicked with thoughts of pregnancy.
She sat up and ended the action right there as she chastised me, rightly,
for not taking precautions.

That ended the night but what I learned was going to make a big difference
in our sex life, and shortly, a much bigger difference in her sex life.
Remember, I said she had had only one lover before me. He was described to
me as small. She was impressed with my size. Boy was she in for a surprise.
She did get on the pill shortly thereafter.

My roommates at the time were two high school friends, JB and Jack. They had
come from the Midwest to join me in Hawaii. While none of us were exactly
Don Juans, I did manage to succeed quite a bit better than my close friends
with the ladies. In fact, after this night it was a fairly regular procedure
for Jean and I to retire to my bedroom in the apartment while the boys were
watching TV. It never occurred to me at the time, but it was pretty
difficult for these guys to see me go screwing for hours in my bedroom with
a beautiful girl when all they had was five finger Mary to help out.

After graduation, the three of us moved to our own apartments as we pursued
our careers, such as they were. We did stay in contact, particularly JB and
I. When Jean and I didn't get together (which wasn't often) JB and I would
go out to bars. In Hawaii their version of the girly bar at the time was
what we called Korean bars (not necessarily Korean hostesses though often
they were). Hostesses would sit with you and try to manipulate you into
buying them grossly overpriced drinks. Depending on the bar, the night and
the atmosphere, customers would get a little titty feel, maybe even a little
feel of the pussy or a hand job if you were a big spender and so on. All in
exchange for dollars.

As plans for the wedding went forward, JB decided he would make arrangements
for my bachelor party. He contacted my working buddies and they decided to
take me on a tour of Korean bars. What I didn't know at the time was that JB
had lusted after Jean from the first time he met her. JB was a big guy -
6'4", 250 pounds, a former football defensive lineman. I am 6'5" but much
slimmer at about 195. He also was a bit crude. He barely made it through
college and worked in a blue collar job. But he was my best friend. He was
to be my best man.

As we went from bar to bar I was getting progressively drunker. I was not
that big a drinker, and usually wound up as what is now called the
designated driver. But not that night. We started out about 7 pm and went
until they closed the bars at 2 am. I was introduced as the groom- to-be at
all the bars and got a few lap dances and feelies etc but nothing very
serious. But as I got drunk I tended to talk much more than I usually did.

By the last bar the group was down to me and JB. By this time he was asking
very personal intimate questions about Jean and me. He wanted to know if she
was multi-orgasmic, whether she sucked cock, did she swallow, how long did
we screw, did she fantasize about large cocks, how many lovers had she had
and so on. Well during this grilling he got around to asking about how I got
her turned on. I had never really spoken quite this openly or this crudely
with JB or anyone else for that matter about Jean.

But I was drunk and answering questions with nary a thought. So naturally I
went into great detail about Jean's big turn-on. I told JB about how
difficult she was, playing hard to get all the time, and never initiating
the action. But then I found her secret. If I could get my hand on her panty
covered pussy, particularly touch her clit, it was an automatic go button.
Her legs flopped open, her resistance not only left, but turned into
aggressive heat. I revealed that for quite awhile when we were first going
out I never fucked her. But when I found the secret I managed to do her
whenever I wanted.

At the time it seemed just innocent man talk. But JB was listening very
carefully. He wanted Jean, and didn't really care if she was my fianc  or
wife. He now had the information that he needed to succeed. I found out
later that from that very minute of the conversation he devised his plan to
get into Jean's panties as soon as possible. He was a kinky dude, and now
had the information to act out those fantasies that most young men, hell
most old men, have.

He always bragged about his "big dick" and how he loved to stretch out the
chicks. I knew this was mostly talk about "stretching out chicks" as he had
few dates while we were in college and not much more afterward. Truthfully I
didn't ever notice his cock size. We played sports together and showered in
the gym but most guys don't really ever check out other guys. But I was to
learn more than I really ever thought I would very soon.

As the Best Man, JB's job was to get me to the church on time the next day.
He dropped me off at my apartment that night. Jean and I did not live
together. We would be moving into our apartment together the day after the
wedding. We had the apartment though, and that was where I was living for
about 2 weeks before the wedding. But no, Jean did not think it right that
we have sex in the apartment before she moved in. Screwing in a car when you
are 6'5" at the drive-in loses a lot of its appeal when you are used to a
bed.

Anyway the next day JB picked me up about noon and took me to the church. We
were getting married at a fine large church not far from downtown Honolulu.
The night before I had told JB about the room off on one side and at the
back of the church where Jean would be putting on the final touches before
walking down the aisle. As you may be able to tell, I was giving out a lot
of information that wasn't really anybody's business, but JB was my best
friend.

I got the balance of the story on what happened that day only later from JB.
When we got to the church I was immediately taken up with family business,
talking to my in-laws, my own family, and others. I didn't really notice it
but JB disappeared at the time.

It turned out that he moved slyly to the back of the church to scout out the
bride's waiting room. He watched as the bride's maids came out giggling and
talking with Jean. Then finally my mother in-law left the room. JB made his
move. He knocked on the door. When Jean asked "Who is it?" he told her it
was him, and he wanted to talk very quickly with her about her big day. He
made like he was a big brother wanting to wish her well on the biggest day
of her life.

She let him in the room. By the time he got in the room he later told me,
she was in full bridal regalia. He went over to her and put his arm around
her and spoke softly to her as they sat down on a small divan in the room.
He sat down with her on his left. She was sitting upright away from the back
of the couch which he said played exactly into his plans. He leaned back and
pulled her back all the time telling her how close he felt to her and me,
and how we were going to be best friends for all our lives. As she fell back
with an "Oh!", her dress puffed up a little giving him the opening he was
looking for.

He shot his right hand under her dress and went straight to her panty
covered pussy. He immediately massaged her clit with his fingers, and as he
later said, like magic, her legs spread wide immediately. She tried to scold
him and push him off, but her juices were already flowing and she wound up
slumping back on the couch hunching her moistening pussy upward.

He massaged her clit for a few minutes then slipped his hand under the leg
hole and slipped a finger right onto her pussy. He continued massaging her
clit with his thumb and then slipped two fingers into her rapidly moistening
cunt. His fingers were quite a bit thicker than mine, and he said she
complained at first but soon was lost in the trance-like state I had told
him about. Her legs simply went wider and she hunched her hips on his
fingers moaning and at the same time telling him to stop. Like that was
going to slow him down!

He pushed her white long wedding up so much that he later told me he
couldn't see her face. She had on very sexy silk white bikini panties. He
shifted to his left hand to rub her wet and getting wetter pussy, while he
used his right hand to grab the top of panties and pull them off. He said
that as they got close to her ass, he thrust three fingers into her and just
lifted her up a little. After getting her panties off, he wisely had his
right hand free to unbuckle his own pants and take them off. He said he was
so excited that he just managed to push his pants  (which I was paying for
as rental of his tux for the wedding party) in a rough fashion to his knees.

He then rolled over her, between her widespread legs.  He had been working
on her pussy for a few minutes and it was wet, and stretched from finger
action. He said he when he was on his knees, his cock was about level with
her pussy hanging off the front of the couch. He slipped the head in quite
quickly, but he was indeed quite a bit bigger than she had ever had. He said
it took it little awhile, pushing and pulling his cock to finally get it
fully embedded in her.

He then began giving her the fucking of her life (his description). He said
that he started slow with long strokes and talked dirty to her. He was
telling her how wet and tight she was. Then he told her how easy she was,
what with her getting married in an hour or so and here she was getting
fucked by the best man. "So tell me now Jean, who is the BEST man?" he asked
her as he rammed it in.

Jean alternately tried to push him off and tell him to get off, but he said
it was a bit half-hearted. As she began to moan and get into the rhythm he
started slamming his big cock into her with some vengeance. He was telling
her that he felt it was his duty as best man to ensure that she had all the
elements she needed for a successful wedding: she would have something
borrowed (his cock), used (her pussy), and blue (her well fucked black and
blue pussy) when he was done.

He had no intention of pulling out as he later told me. He was kinked out by
the idea of the bride walking down the aisle with his cum dripping down her
legs. He was certainly reaching spots in her pussy that I had never hit and
he said that Jean was doing everything in her power to stay quiet. He then
told her he was going to cum in her, and then pumped extra deep and held his
pelvis to her pussy very tightly. He said as he spurted he could tell she
was feeling him as she wiggled a little each spurt. He was convinced that
she was orgasming as he pumped a big load into her sweet little pussy. When
he was done, he just stayed on top of her for awhile savoring the great and
kinky fuck.

Jean got more and more frantic trying to push him off. Finally he pulled
out, and said that there was a real gusher of cum that trailed out with a
string hanging from his cock to her pussy. Jean by this time was scolding
him in a very low soft voice but she was visibly upset.
"Oh God, JB what have you done?" she sniffled.

"Well I gave you the fucking of your life you little slut. Man you are tight
as a 16 year old virgin. What's the matter doesn't Doug fuck you enough or
is he a pencil dick? You liked having a big dick shoved up your hot cunt
didn't you?"

"Don't talk to me like that. You shouldn't have done that. Doug really turns
me on because he knows what he is doing. You're just an animal."

"Bullshit you little bitch. Don't try to lie to someone who just plowed you
deeper and harder than you have ever been screwed before. You got wetter and
started cumming when I pumped my cum into you. Too bad you're on the pill or
I am sure that deep plowing would have left a junior JB in you."

"How did you know I am on the pill?"

"How do you think? Doug told me when I got him good and drunk last night and
pumped him for information. I knew that all I needed to do was get my hand
on your pussy and you were mine. Your true love told me exactly how to
seduce and fuck you. You loved it you little whore. You know that I was
hitting places that your hubby-to-be never got close to."

JB didn't really care about her complaints at the time. He called her she a
whore because she was so easy. Even as the cum was dripping out of her onto
the back of her wedding gown, he wasn't done. He stood up, grabbed the back
of her head and pulled her face down toward his cock. He told her to clean
him up so that he didn't smell up in his new tux. At first she resisted, but
as he pulled her hair back it forced her mouth open. He jammed his cock in
and told her to suck it all clean. I guess by this time she had little
choice, and cleaned him with her tongue. He made her drink it down rather
than try to spit it out.

Then just as he was pulling his cock out of her mouth, her mother knocked on
the door to ask if she was ready. He slipped into a small closet, almost too
small for him to fit, and Jean opened the door and told her mother she was
fine. Her mother said they would be starting in about 15-20 minutes and
needed to find JB. Then Jean closed the door.

JB laughed and said "Why didn't you invite your mom in? Maybe she'd like to
see the big cock that was the first to score with you on your wedding day."

Jean was distraught about someone finding out. JB was more concerned about
humiliating her it seemed. He was going to take her panties as a trophy but
she begged him to let her wear them. Otherwise she would have been dripping
all down her legs onto her nice new garter that we would later be throwing
out at the reception. So he relented but insisted on putting the panties
back on her. He made her lift her legs one at a time as he put the panties
on. Then he pulled them up and patted them over her pussy. He said that
there was so much cum that they were slightly damp even as he patted her.

Getting JB out of the room without anyone seeing him became her
all-consuming challenge. She had to open the door and check the outside four
times before she gave JB an all clear. As he was leaving, JB kissed her and
asked her if she liked being stretched out by a real cock. He told her there
would be a lot more where that came from. She spit back at him "No there
won't." Little did she know.

At the time of course I didn't have a clue about what had happened. About 10
minutes before things were to start, I found JB walking up on a sidewalk on
the side of the church.

"Where have you been? Janet(my mother in law) is frantic looking for you."

"Oh I just wanted to take a little private time with Jean and tell her what
a lucky guy you were and how I would be there if she ever needed anything. I
really gave her a serious insight into what our lifelong relationship will
be like."

"Thanks bud. That was real nice of you." Or so I thought.

Interestingly enough I never noticed anything amiss during the ceremony or
even with the first kiss of the bride. Don't know how she got the smell of
all that sperm off her breath. After the wedding we piled into a limousine
and headed for the hotel where the reception was being held. At the hotel
Jean and I were in the reception line greeting the guests. JB did manage to
kiss the bride in a quite friendly way I thought. But he was getting drunk
and was exercising "Best Man privileges" on every female in the place. I
know that he managed to get Jean's best friend, Gwen, the maid of honor,
into quite a kissing match because Jean remarked how shocked her mother was
when she saw it.

It turned out that JB got more than a bit of French kissing with Gwen. He
conned her into going out on a balcony and worked her over pretty good. He
got his hand under her dress and felt her pussy up for an extended time. He
later told me that she did not swoon like Jean, but eventually did get very
turned on. Her boyfriend was otherwise occupied with friends in the
reception while JB was taking full advantage. He pulled her down the stairs
into bushes which were up against the wall of the hotel just outside the
ballroom. He got her panties off, bent her over and fucked her right there
outside. She was also a tiny girl (about 5' 90 pounds) and he said she was
tight as hell but as he described it:

"I loosened her up but good. Her boyfriend wasn't going to get much feeling
that night when he fucked her, because I stretched her little hole out with
a man-sized cock and filled her with a big load of cum." He made her clean
his cock off with her mouth before they came back into the reception. He
thought it was funny because if you looked carefully you could tell that her
bride's maid dress was soiled where her knees rested on it while on her
knees in the bushes both getting fucked and licking his dick clean. She had
tried to clean the dress off, but where the dirt had been ground into the
dress it was still obvious. I noticed only because JB told me and pointed it
out. He was not entirely forthcoming about the day's events but was proud of
doing the maid of honor even as her boyfriend was at the reception. I
suspect that he was even prouder of doing the bride but at the time he
didn't mention that!

End of Part 1 Continued Part 2

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