The afterparty

As soon as Kurt pulled out after the ceremonial first fuck, the tradition kicked in.

Every male guest lined up behind the altar. One after another they stepped up and buried their cocks into the freshly married bride. Lena’s moans quickly turned into constant, broken screams of pleasure as cock after cock stretched her pussy, her ass, her mouth — sometimes all three at once.

Kurt stood right beside her the entire time, holding her hand tightly. Every time a new man slammed into her, Lena squeezed his fingers hard, her eyes finding his through the haze of endless orgasms.

They’re all using me… but he’s the one who matters. He’s holding my hand.

While Lena was getting gangbanged senseless — cum already leaking from every hole, body covered in fresh loads — Kurt never let go. To keep himself occupied, two of the bridesmaids took turns on their knees in front of him. One would deepthroat him while the other licked his balls, swapping every few minutes so he stayed hard and happy the whole night.

Lena looked over at him during a brief moment when her mouth wasn’t stuffed, cum dripping from her chin, and smiled weakly.

“I love you…” she gasped, right before another cock shoved down her throat.

Kurt smiled back, stroking her hair with his free hand while a bridesmaid bobbed eagerly on his dick.

“I love you too, Mrs. Wrecker.”

The gangbang lasted until early morning. By the time the last guest stumbled away, Lena was a quivering, cum-soaked wreck — covered head to toe in semen, bruises already fading, voice hoarse from screaming.

Kurt gently scooped her exhausted body into his arms and carried her out of the chapel.

“Ready to go home, wife?” he whispered.

Lena could barely speak, but she managed a tiny, blissful nod against his chest and thought:

Home… with my husband… finally.