*Every character in this short is 18+*
“You look beautiful,” Steven told the young bride whose eyes strained to look up at him through the white veil. His dick was to the hilt inside her mouth, a tight seal that even drool could not escape.
“She really does,” said Daniel, a second man behind the puffy train of the wedding dress. He was specifically talking about her round ass, which he was always absentmindedly slapping and groping. Today it looked bright red surrounded by pure white tulle. He had not seen her face in a while, barely remembered it, in fact. His dick was also to the hilt inside her.
“Thank you,” Stephanie replied. She didn’t actually say the words, more a throaty *gluck*, but Steven and Daniel had learned to understand her gags like the parents of a child using made-up words. They often had to translate for Stephanie’s fiancé since he didn’t spend nearly as much time with her as they did.
“Are you nervous?”
Before Stephanie had a chance to gag a response, the opening notes of *Here Comes The Bride* told the human pig-roast that it was time to shuffle awkwardly down the aisle. The two pantsless men made their way to the altar, Stephanie’s dangling limbs between them, under the accusatory glares of both the bride and groom’s families. Stephanie’s parents, who had already paid for the reception, were especially sour at having their daughter double-stuffed in front of hundreds of guests by older men they were never even introduced to.
The groom could not spot his bride in the procession, only the back of one of his “best man’s” tuxedo. Once they stepped up the stairs and rotated, he saw the radiant redhead he fell in love with… the left side of her face anyway.
The ceremony was as traditional as could be outside the fact that the bride was getting fucked in the mouth and ass while the priest spoke. Seeing that Daniel wasn’t shy about digging his fingers in Stephanie’s bare buttocks while the groom cried his vows, Steven couldn’t help himself popping one of her tits of the dress to massage and bounce around. It might have made him look like a pervert but if people knew of the tongue swiping the bottom of his shaft like a curler’s broom, they would understand that it’s mainly the slutty bride’s fault for keeping him hard and making him add more cum to the closed system.
When it came to Stephanie’s turn, instead of an “I do” in her throat language, there were 5 minutes of moaning from her and the “best men”. She could only breathe properly when Steven was flaccid so it was always a near-orgasmic relief to feel his cum rushing down her gullet. The tightening of her backside made Daniel cum, in turn, which always pushed her over the edge, too.
Her almost-husband had hoped this wouldn’t happen during the ceremony, especially not which such unfortunate timing but it’s not as if he could get angry at the love of his life finally breathing. Both sides of the church had to listen to a girl that some had watched grow-up squirm in pleasure, locked between two men. Now both tits were out, and the dress was just bunched-up white fabric on her midsection and a lace wedding garter on her bent leg.
Stephanie had made a mistake. It was a young and foolish impulse, but circumstances made it impossible to swoop it under the rug. Pregnant in her teens, she wanted one last taste of the crazy days and booty-called the two ex’s (of many) with the longest and thickest cocks she’d ever had by far. After this send-off, she thought she might feel better about settling with the presumed father of her unborn child at the insistence of her parents. And *that* would have been *that*; a one-time thing… if Steven wasn’t such a joker and such a moron.
Forever Glue™ had been banned in most countries but Steven still got his hands on a tube and squirted half of it around the base of his cock just before a certain ex-girlfriend he barely remembered went down on him. Daniel, a moron himself, wanted in on the prank and did the same before plunging his thick cock in Stephanie’s welcoming butthole. That was two months ago.
It was a tough pill for her fiancé to swallow, his girl permanently attached, ass and mouth, to the crotch of two jocks. After some soul-searching while his wife-to-be continued to get fucked and feed fluids round the clock, he decided to stay… for the kid. The wedding would happen as planned.
The honeymoon turned out to be a lot like the bachelorette party, which was a lot like any other Friday. The gangbang took place in a hotel room in Hawaii, but Stephanie could not enjoy the ocean view; everything she saw was through a thick filter of pubic hair. Though the glue prevented ins and outs, the fuck boys could still get their rocks off by squeezing the newlywed between themselves like a moaning accordion; they were stuck in this mess too and intended to make the best out of every minute.
Stephanie’s dress lay ripped in half on the floor. The girl’s soft breasts were mistreated in cusped, rough hands while on the other side of her body, the fingers of a contorted arm between her legs rubbed her pussy. Her husband was out enjoying a non-refundable tour of a Pineapple farm when the lipstick imbued Forever Glue betrayed its name. The same happened almost immediately behind too.
Both cocks stayed deep inside, afraid to release a month’s worth of cum and piss out of the young, overused body.
Stephanie was the one to break the ice. She slowly pulled her throat off of the meat like a tight glove and spoke with great difficulty her first words in months: “I’m not ready yet…”
Regardless of whether the girl was talking of monogamy or motherhood, Steven and Daniel shrugged. The dripping cocks were shoved back down Stephanie’s throat and ass, enjoying the freedom of proper hard thrusts as they resumed fucking the hell out of their ex. Perhaps they could continue to keep this a secret, but Steven ordered another tube of glue on his phone from a Russian website just in case.
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Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10smftp/unglued_making_the_best_of_a_sticky_situation_fmm