Synopsis: A wife-to-be dresses up as a prostitute at her fiancé’s bachelorette party.
Note 1: This is a story from the 2014 Holiday Contest.
Note 2: Thanks to goamz86 and Robert for editing.
Note 3: Written and edited with new editors in March 2018 (by Tex Beethoven).
NOTE 4: Thanks to ender27, who first proposed this idea in the “Merry Christmas Story Ideas” thread. Additionally, Hypoxia’s Gift Box uses the same plot suggestion as my original story, which was posted a few weeks before it was published, though you’ll notice that the stories are very different (but also have some similarities since we both used some ideas from ender27).
Note 5: Although there is a brief incest interlude, this is primarily a group sex story.
Accidental gangbang
It seemed like a good idea at the time…and that’s what I told my fiancée four hours later.
Two weeks later, on December 30th, the wedding took place (I admit it was a weird date, but since we had so many families from everywhere, it seemed like the best option… plus all the money went to Hawaii.
Considering all the issues and complications that have arisen over the past month, I have definitely become a bridezilla. I won’t go into detail, but Murphy’s old saying “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong” continues to prove itself before my eyes. To make matters worse (looking back now), I decided that if we were to stop having sex after we got married on November 30th, and not have sex at all until the wedding in December. Our abstinence at this point was really bothering me, but I was not willing to back down because I had made it a big deal after forcing myself on my fiancé Dwayne.
My impulsiveness and our abstinence took a toll on Dwayne and I decided to get over it.
I decided that tonight I would give myself over completely to him, including my anal virginity, which I had denied him so many times before. But now I have spent the past week crafting three huge butt plugs for his tiny five-inch cock.
I told her I was going to my bridesmaid Amy’s house to do some wedding planning and spend the night there. Instead I stayed home and with Amy’s help I got into a big box and was naked except for some sexy lingerie and stockings (I mean real sexy lingerie that covered most of my vagina, butt and breasts).
Amy made a few holes for breathing and entry so I could breathe air and Dwayne could have access to my three pleasure holes and my breasts.
Just as Amy was about to put me in the box she was surprised by this idea which was so unlike my nature and started saying, “Last chance, are you still interested?” “Are you sure?”
I smiled and said, “I have already entered the box. He very patiently allowed me to explore the dark side and asked me to stop him. He deserves a gift!”
“That ‘s a weird idea ,” Amy said, laughing.
I quipped, “Looks like you’ve finally lost your power over me.”
“You called me a slut?” she asked, pretending to be angry.
I quipped, “No, you’re a very generous cock expert.”
“Bitch,” he quipped, and I was surprised when he inserted his fingers into the box and placed them on my labia.
“Amy!” I gasped, unable to stop her. She had tried many times to convince me to find a partner but I always resisted the temptation…women never did anything for me sexually. Although if I had to “ chew pussy” , as she so eloquently put it, she would be the perfect choice. She was a beautiful redhead who made gay men question their sexuality (she had actually slept with three gay men).
“I’m just playing with your box,” he joked, his fingers parting my labia and entering me.
The idea that I was about to be fucked in my ass for the first time excited me greatly, as preparing myself with three different butt plugs was pleasantly exciting, but also nerve-wracking: would a real cock hurt? I couldn’t stop myself from moaning at this surprising intrusion on my best friend: “Amy!!”
She pulled her finger out and joked, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t control myself.” After a moment, she added, “Wow, you taste so good.”
His finger disappeared and I suddenly felt the urge come back, it had been almost a month since Dwayne and I had sex. Plus, hearing him talk about how good my taste was was both surreal and flattering. I joked, “Be careful, I might make you my full-time maid.”
“Challenge accepted,” he joked, then asked, “Are you sure you’re comfortable there?”
Even though the box is long and skinny, it’s long enough for me to sit on my hands and knees, which makes me more comfortable. I joked, “He was never late unless he was an hour late getting home from work.”
“I’m going to write him a little note,” she said.
“What are you going to write about?” I asked, because I knew she was smart enough to write about anything.
He joked, “That’s what I know and that’s what you’ve discovered.” He then added: “That’s true.”
Suddenly there was the sound of a door latch. “Oh, that’s early,” Amy said, startled. “I jumped out from behind.”
“Kkkk,” I said eagerly.
A few seconds later, I heard the door open and some rustling inside. Then I heard his footsteps coming towards me.
When her fingers touched my labia, I went completely awry. I let out a slight moan, my pussy already wet from anticipation and Amy’s brief teasing.
The fingers slowly opened my labia, causing involuntary vibrations. I was ready to be fucked.
Like Amy, as soon as her fingers started poking me, she pulled away.
I thought he was going to fuck me or open the box, but he reached into the hole next to me and started fondling my breasts, reaching my hard nipples and squeezing them hard, making me moan again.
I wanted to scream, “Fuck me now,” but I also wanted him to enjoy this gift to the fullest, so I kept quiet and waited for the inevitable.
Then he freed his hand and moved towards my front hole and put his fingers in my mouth.
I swirled my tongue around her fingers like they were a cock, trying to entice her to replace her fingers with real ones.
Frustrated, she again removed her fingers and started moving them around, this time reaching my ass.
He moved his fingers between my ass cheeks and slowly pushed it in. Even though I was completely ready for this first trip, I was still scared.
After fingering my ass for a while the fingers came out again and went back into my vagina.
He hit my clit, which made me shiver and my pussy leak a little and I wanted to yell, “CAN YOU OPEN YOUR PRESENT NOW?!?!”
Suddenly I heard the door open again. When the man teasing my pussy finally spoke, I was instantly stunned, realizing it wasn’t my fiancé who was teasing me, but his best friend Joey, “Did you find a stripper?”
The footsteps got closer and a voice (not my fiancé’s) answered, “No, Dwayne didn’t insist on strippers, but Mike apparently ignored him.”
Joey smiled and said: “It seems that Mike really did what he said. I think she is not a stripper, but a prostitute. Look at the words written on her butt.”
Another person laughed and said: “This is so delicious!”
I am mesmerized. This is what Amy wrote! What are these people doing here? Dwayne planned a bachelor party without telling me? I sincerely hope he doesn’t do that here!
While I was trying to find a way out of this difficult situation the new boy groped my vaginal lips.
He asked me: “What’s the plan?”
“I thought we were going to the bar,” Joey replied, “but now I’m not so sure.”
“Do you think I can fuck her?” he asked making my whole body tense.
“Not sure, we should wait until Mike gets here,” Joey replied.
“You’re probably right, but hey, she’s wet,” he corrected.
I don’t know why my whole body was wet and I felt very embarrassed at that time, but my body betrayed my morals.
The door opened again with a touch of my finger, and Joey greeted me, saying, “Mike, this is good.”
“What is it?” Mike asked as soon as someone removed their fingers from my pussy.
After a pause, Mike asked, “What is this?”
“Isn’t that your job?” Joey asked.
“No, Dwayne made it very clear, there are no strippers. That bitch wife has him under control,” Mike replied.
Is that what they think of me? I mean I can definitely be a bitch, but I didn’t know Dwayne’s friends saw me that way. And other bad news: This is starting to look like a bachelor party, what should I do? Everyone, please go to the bar and enjoy yourself!
“I know,” Joey said, smiling, “that tonight might be his last chance to calm down.”
Joey has always loved me, so I was shocked to hear him disparage me like that. (Though even men would be shocked if they knew how women introduce themselves to each other.)
“Did he talk?” Mike asked.
“No, he didn’t make any noise,” said Joey.
Mike asked: “Hey, we’re not going to untie you until the groom comes, but what’s your name inside?”
I stayed quiet because I knew Joey and Mike would recognize my voice too. No, my best plan was to stay completely quiet and pray they would make it to the bar without opening my box.
“That’s okay; at least let us feel what we have,” Mike said, then reached into the box and fondled my breasts. “Nice breasts, prominent nipples.”
A man I don’t recognize commented: “This bitch is primed and ready for action.”
Soon the other hand was touching my pussy. I wanted to scream at them to stop, but I couldn’t do it without revealing that it was me. The only way out of this awkward situation is to stay quiet and hope they actually go to the bar. And right now, I let three of my fiancé’s friends caress me… how do I explain this to him ?
Over the next twenty minutes other men arrived, each of them fingering me and making lewd comments, but of course, no one took credit for bringing me here.
I keep hearing comments like “I don’t know…his fiancée seems a little conservative…I heard strippers aren’t allowed at this party…he’ll probably be really upset when he gets here”
Every time a guy touched me, I felt more and more embarrassed to open up, and unexpectedly, I became wetter and more eager for the next guy. I was being teased like crazy and I wanted to cum so badly.
Dwayne finally came around and didn’t come near me, but when someone told him about the “whore in the box,” he laughed and said, “You can play with that girl anytime you want.”
I can’t believe he accidentally allowed all of his friends to harass his fiancée!
I was doubly shocked when they agreed to stay and have a drink because Dwayne told them I wouldn’t be home tonight.
The next hour was an eternity of mockery and humiliation. The men kept reaching into the compartment and playing with my breasts, fingering my vagina and occasionally teasing my ass.
A lot of things were said like:
“Who hired that whore?” (a sentence that made me cry)
“Can we fuck her?” (this made me quiver with guilt and get excited at the same time)
“Fuck, she’s wet?” (this made me quiver with guilt and even more excitement)
“Even her ass was begging for it” (the irony is true, but not with these guys)
“Nice solid tits.” (this is very flattering. My tits hang like pigs)
After a few drinks and under the pressure of opening his gifts, Dwayne admitted, “Guys, Clarissa would kill me if I went in there.”
I was relieved to hear that she was still loyal to me, but it didn’t last long. He suddenly added, “But as long as she doesn’t object, you can use her as you wish.”
I was terrified at the thought of resisting and exposing myself, and I knew that no matter what they did to me, I would never say a word! So I endured it for a few more minutes (and honestly enjoyed it) as I was touched, fondled, fingered, had my pussy and ass fucked while drinking, and as the night went on, these violations only got worse.
Then the inevitable happened. I climaxed when someone violently thrust three fingers inside me. I tried not to ejaculate, but an hour of continuous testing was too much and I clenched my teeth to keep from screaming loudly and exposing myself.
Unfortunately once I reached climax I kept climaxing over and over again and this is what happened to me!
After a minute the fingers turned into fists inside me and I could barely stop myself from screaming as my vagina was stretched unnaturally wide. Although there was a slight burning sensation, the pleasure was intense and I knew I was in for a long night of staggering pleasure… feeling like a cheap whore and loving every minute of it!
Suddenly, the hole in the front of the box turned black and a hard penis entered my cheek. As my hand continued masturbating, I opened my mouth, the penis went in, and I started sucking.
“Whore is sucking me off,” my blowjob recipient announced, and soon I felt the fist removed from my pussy and replaced by a cock. A very big cock! Soon I was bouncing back and forth like a rocking horse with unknown cocks on either end. While the act was extremely slutty, especially with my fiancé somewhere in the room, it was also exciting and easily the most sexually satisfying moment of my life.
In a matter of minutes, the guy was cumming down my throat while fucking my mouth. As soon as he cummed, he pulled out and another cock took his place. “Start sucking, slut,” Joey’s voice demanded.
I had no choice but to suck Joey’s cock. His cock was not long but it was thick and it opened my lips.
Meanwhile, I kept bouncing on the cock in my pussy, wanting to cum again but also worried that this unknown cock might penetrate me. A minute later, my fears came true when I heard a grunt and felt my vaginal walls get wet with cum. I always loved the feeling of cum filling my pussy, but not knowing whose it was, combined with the unprotected uterus, increased my adrenaline and brought me to another orgasm, even though it was embarrassing for me.
“Oh my god, her pussy is so tight,” my ejaculator said in appreciation as I pulled out.
“Let me try it too,” the other one said, when my vagina was filled again.
This crazy random gangbang continued for another half hour, I swallowed six drops of cum and felt the same amount fill my pussy, giving me almost the same number of orgasms.
Eventually, my body ached, cum started leaking out of my pussy, and both of my holes were finally empty. I thought I was done, but things got even weirder! I heard my future father-in-law’s voice say to someone, “Well, I have to admit that my wife hasn’t given me a head start in years.”
Some people pressured him to do so; one netizen said: “If your wife doesn’t do it, it’s not cheating.”
“Yeah just put it out there,” said another.
“What the heck, why not?” my father-in-law agreed and soon my mouth was filled with another cock, my future relative’s cock. As soon as I started sucking his cock, my future father-in-law shouted, “James, come here and fuck this slut.”
My eyes widened when I heard James (not any future relative, but my own father ) joke, “This would be a perfect father-in-law-daughter-in-law relationship. ”
“Whatever happens to the buck stays on the buck,” Dwayne’s dad quipped as I felt a cock sliding into my pussy.
I prayed it wasn’t my father, but my prayers went unanswered when I heard his voice, now above me, saying, “Hey, this is my first fresh vagina in thirty years.”
I can’t believe it! I got fucked by my dad! I couldn’t believe it, despite the embarrassment of the reality, my pussy was heating up again, the taboo of the act was somehow turning me on. My body automatically rebounded to withstand the thrusts of my father’s surprisingly long cock before I started sucking deeply on my father-in-law’s much smaller cock.
I didn’t pay attention to whose cock was inside me and focused on my work, which turned her on. My dad surprised me by being the first person to talk to me directly all night after asking me my name in the beginning, because after a few minutes of sex he ordered me around authoritatively, just like my dad always did.
I couldn’t believe my dad would say something like that to anyone! Still, I couldn’t believe he was having sex with a stranger in a box. But I knew I was afraid to speak up, to reveal my identity, because the only dignity left in my exhausted soul was the secret identity protected by this fragile cardboard box.
My father-in-law quipped, “This slut’s mouth is full of cock.”
The father laughed and said, “I think so.”
I felt relieved that I had willingly accepted this act of incest. Another orgasm was definitely building up inside me as I bounced on my dad’s big cock, I wished the box wasn’t in the way, but luckily it hid my identity. What would he say if he found out he fucked his daughter? What would Dwayne say if he found out I wasn’t just sucking his daddy, but fucking my daddy? The whole ordeal was messy, but I couldn’t deny the pure pleasure that was flowing through me.
“Oh my god, I forgot how good a blowjob feels!” my father-in-law said.
Dwayne, who had been silent for quite some time, joked: “Clarissa gave a great blowjob.”
I would normally be embarrassed by such self-judgment, but in that moment I thought, Great! Because I’m ready to take it again.
“Your mother-in-law has a vacuum mouth too,” my dad whispered before he continued to fuck me.
Some people jokingly say: “Like mother, like daughter.”
I couldn’t believe the obscenity of this conversation as I heard my father-in-law boast to me in a low voice: “Here comes my dick, slut.”
I kept going as long as I could remain anonymous, eager to swallow another load of cum, all shame gone.
“Mine too,” my dad whispered, and in a matter of seconds he shot a massive load of cum into both my holes.
As they both walked out, my dad said, “Go ahead, Dwayne, fuck this whore, she’s been waiting for you all night.”
I can’t believe my own father told my fiancée to cheat on me!
“I had no idea,” Dwayne said, “that Clarissa was going to kill me.”
“What she doesn’t know won’t harm her,” her father said.
” I ‘ll find out , though ,” Dwayne replied.
“Well, at least open the presents and let’s see what we’re doing,” another said. This comment really bothers me because it’s the height of objectification! I’m not even “who,” I’m just “what”!
“I think we can do that,” Dwayne agreed, and my whole body went stiff as I realized everyone was about to find out who was sucking them off in the box.
“It’s the least you can do,” Mike quipped, “Someone has put a lot of effort into arranging this for you, even if they don’t get the credit for it.”
My dad said, “She probably doesn’t want to be added to my daughter’s list of worthless things: she’s probably a slut.”
It’s crazy how one day can change who you are forever. Everyone who mentioned me tonight made it clear they thought I was a cold bitch, but tonight I definitely was not! Part of me wants me to break free so they can see I’m not an ice queen, but the sensible side of me knows that’s a terrible idea.
