The Sex Rehab Diaries: Kylie

"Damn, that looked practically orgasmic," Devon said with amazement. "You may be just enjoying the hot tub, but you're giving us all some seriously dirty thoughts right now."

I laughed and stretched out my legs between him and Greg.

"Dirty thoughts, huh. Welcome to my world. I've been having dirty thoughts all night."

"You get pretty horny when you're high, huh..."

"Yup."

I felt the hand on my leg a few moments later, as the warm water swirled around me, and the three tanned, athletic guys in the hot tub. A few of the others guys were learning on the railing of the deck, but they were all transfixed on the sexual tension that was obvious among all of us. It was Devon's hand on my leg first. He was one of the groomsmen at the wedding, and had gone to school with Justin. I didn't know him as well as the others, other than having partied casually with him at various events over the past several years, when our group of mutual friends were out.

"Skin against skin is always so hot when you're rolling on ecstasy," he said to nobody in particular.

I could feel my pussy tingling madly, just feeling his hand absently moving up and down my leg.

"Mmm hmmm...." I agreed, closing my eyes again. "It feels amazing."

I couldn't tell if Devon's first move had encouraged the others, but it seemed to open the door to allowing more hands on me.

"Hey Kylie, slide over here, and I'll massage your shoulders," Brad offered. "Massages are the best when you're high."

I smiled, and wasn't really thinking as I shifted in the tub. I hadn't really considered where to sit, but Brad ended up pulling me onto him so that I was using his lap as a seat, half floating in the water. Devon kept hold of my legs and I giggled as I tried to find my balance. Brad pulled me back against him and I could feel the unmistakable hardness of his dick against my ass. My breath caught in my throat, but I tried to pretend that I hadn't noticed his erection. His hands sought my slippery wet shoulders and began giving me a deep tissue massage.

"How does that feel?" he whispered into my ear.

"It feels good," I admitted softly. Despite my best intentions, I knew I was pushing back against his cock. It felt instinctive. I was so horny, and sitting in the lap of this hot guy that was already obviously aroused was overwhelming. My pussy was throbbing. I don't know if anyone else was aware of what was happening, or what they might have been thinking about how inappropriately I was acting, but everyone seemed so high and so visually involved in the moment. I am certain, looking back, that nobody was really considering the reality of the situation. We all seemed to just get caught up in things.

Before I could stop myself, my hand slipped down to his swim trunks and moved over his hard dick. I started stroking his shaft through his shorts as he massaged my shoulders, my breath starting to quicken.

"And how does that feel," he murmured, daring to kiss my neck quickly.

"Good," I whispered almost inaudibly. "Really fucking good."

His dick was huge and pulsing in my hand. I pushed my ass down against it, just as his hands slipped under the water and went to my hips to hold them and move me against his hard-on while he slowly began to grind himself into my ass. I half closed my eyes, feeling my nipples rise like hard stones under the flimsy fabric of my bikini. I wasn't even aware of what I was doing. I was just moving against him, and it felt so natural. We were all so horny. So horny. Devon had hold of one of my feet and guided it to his crotch and I felt his dick against the sole of my foot. He rubbed himself against me, and I groaned.

My actions in the hot tub, gyrating on Brad's lab, and massaging Devon's hard-on with my foot seemed to open the gateway of lust for every other guy there. Before I knew it, Greg reached for my other free foot and began masturbating himself against it as I turned my head to the side and found Brad's lips. He kissed me deeply, sliding his warm tongue into my mouth.

Someone else reached into the hot tub and pushed the triangles of my bikini top over, so that my breasts spilled out. The warm water bubbled over my nipples as I felt various hands groping me and feeling me up.

I felt Brad's hand on my ass under the water, and when I didn't object, he slipped his fingers under my bikini bottoms and began to run them along the length of my slit. I moaned into Brad's mouth, and kiss him back harder, especially when he found my clit and began to massage it.

"Oh my god," I heard myself moan. I felt like I was outside of the situation, looking in and watching myself react without any further thought processing of right and wrong.

"So... Kylie," Brad murmured, daring to slide a finger into my slippery pussy. I instinctively burrowed down onto it, and he smothered a laugh at my eagerness. He immediately began to slide it in and out of me, eliciting further moans. "Can we fuck you?"

"Uhmm... I don't know...maybe. I mean..."

"Come on," he urged. "Just let us fuck you a little. Let's have some fun while we're all here."

I felt light headed in the moment, lost in my own desires. "Uhmm... ok...maybe just a little ."

I was certain that the others were eagerly listening to the exchange, because they all seemed to be aware of the exact moment I Okayed things to proceed.

From there, Brad lifted me up with him, as he stood in the hot tub, the water draining off of us. My bikini top was all pushed to the side, and my breasts jiggled as he stepped out of the tub with me in his arms. He was so much bigger than I was, and I felt like a doll in his grip.

"We should go inside, just incase anyone ends up seeing us from the main house," he said loud enough for everyone to hear, as though he was directing the event.

The guys filed into the house behind us, and I was suddenly aware of how much tanned, muscular testosterone I was surrounded by. Oh my god. What had I gotten myself into? But before I could really think about it, I felt hands pulling at the strings of my bikini, as my top and bottoms ended up falling away to the floor, leaving me naked, and glistening wet. There were eight guys in the boat house, and most of them began untying the strings on their swim trunks and taking them off, setting beer bottles aside, their eyes unfocused with the high from the ecstasy and the lust at what was about to happen.

Someone seemed to turn the music up, and before I could say anything, I felt hands on me, tugging at my nipples, and running over my thighs. I was overwhelmed with the sensations of being touched, squeezed and massaged everywhere. Every guy wanted a little piece of the action, while they all rhythmically stroked their hard-ons. Suddenly I felt Brad lift me up again and lay me down across the bar counter, naked and still wet from the hot tub. I felt like I had just been served up on a platter. I felt his hands on my legs, lifting them and spreading them apart and hanging them over his shoulders. His tongue dove into my pussy and I moaned and bucked against his mouth. My cunt was throbbing, and his tongue had me desperate for more.

I felt a warm mouth close around each of my nipples at the same time a hand clasped each of my wrists guiding my hands to two rigid hard cocks on either side of the counter-top bar. Without really even thinking about what I was doing, I immediately began stroking their shafts and jerking each guy off. I could feel each dick pulsing in my hand and heard the appreciative moans and murmured amazement among the guys over what was happening. Brad was eating my pussy with skill and enthusiasm, and my head lolled back and forth as my pussy drooled around his tongue. I felt a shadow near my face and when I opened my eyes, I saw Greg's heavy balls and bobbing dick. It hovered near my lips and like a true cum slut, I arched my neck back and my mouth opened. He wasted no time sliding it in, watching me as I sucked inch after inch of his cock into my mouth.

"Don't worry Kylie," he murmured. "Nobody will find out about any of this."

I gurgled my reply. There was no opportunity to really register the reality of everything that was happening, or consider the fact that my fiancé was sleeping at the main cottage only a few hundred yards away from the boathouse. I was surrounded by his groomsmen, all naked and pawing at my body while I jerked them off and sucked their dicks. Positions were exchanged while I lay on the bar counter as every guy had a turn at the various pleasure stations set up around my body. My mouth was used over and over, throat fucked by what seemed like an endless assortment of dicks. My hands were busily jerking off cocks that were placed in them, all the while my pussy and ass were being sucked and eaten by a series of talented tongues. Random hands continued to swirl around my taut stomach and full breasts. My nipples were sucked and nibbled by mouths I didn't recognize. It was like a sensory overload. I must have creamed the bar with juices. The ecstasy I was still high on had made my body extra sensitive to everything that was happening, and I felt like I was in a parallel sexual universe.

I heard the guys negotiating among themselves about who wanted to do what to me and where. It was like I was their personal fuck slut, ready to be used and enjoyed to whatever orchestrations they preferred, and it made me feel deliciously dirty. I was a sexual object to them, to pleasure them, and entertain them, all the while their friend slept nearby, obvious to the fact that all his friends were about to mercilessly fuck his future wife.

Finally someone lifted me off the counter. In my haze, I realized that it was Brad, my original masseur from the hot tub, and I clung to him while he carried me to the sofa. He sat down, positioning me until I was straddling him.

"You're on the pill, right Kylie?" he muttered quickly, almost as an afterthought.

"Uh huh... yeah... don't worry," I heard myself saying. "Just fuck me."

He grabbed hold of my ass and guided my pussy down onto his cock. I sank down onto it, gloriously impaled and let out a long moan of pleasure. I hadn't had a dick of his size in quite a long time, and it filled my cunt to perfection. Holding roughly onto my hips, he moved me up and down on it, until I could build a decent rhythm, riding him as my head lolled back. I knew everyone was watching the first guy fuck me, and I'm sure they were all anticipating their turn.

"Hey man, don't hog all the action," Greg called finally.

I felt a warm body pressing against my back and soon a finger was pushing against my tight asshole. When I had been laying on the bar counter, my juices had dripped down my ass crack and I was incredibly wet and lubed. This served Greg well, as he began to slide a finger into my ass, as I rode Brad's cock. I knew what he was after, and while I had enjoyed a few threesomes in college, I had never done any double penetrations. But in the haze of the drugs and the warm steam of the hot tub, and the slick layer of sweat from all the sucking and fucking I was doing, my body felt loose and ready for anything. I didn't have time to think or consider protesting. Before I knew it, Brad paused in his fucking, keeping his cock in me to the hilt, and I felt the spongy head of Greg's dick press against my ass.

He eased it in, while I let out a long moan. The muscles contracted around the head of his shaft. My pussy, already so full, was forced to give way to the cock that was sliding deeply inside my ass, separated by just a thin wall of tissue. The process of both of them penetrating me took some time to perfect. I was a small blonde, and both of them were quite well endowed. I panted, while sandwiched in between them, as little by little, their cocks filled both of my holes.

"Oh my god," I moaned finally, still trying to catch my breath. Slowly each of them began to find their rhythm, sawing back and forth into my pussy and ass, while I fell forward on Brad's chest, clutching his shoulders.

"Does that feel good, babydoll?"

"Oh yesss.... It feels so good," I cried.

"You like being our little slut, don't you," Greg groaned into my ear, keeping up the steady rhythm of fucking my ass.

"Yeah, I love being your little cum slut. Fuck, I want all of you to wreck my little pussy and take turns fucking my ass." I said it for all their benefit, as I eyed the room, my eyes glazed and half open, watching the other six guys stroking their cocks with anticipation.

"You look so sexy," I kept hearing them say. "What an unbelievable fucking bride... so hot!"

Brad and Greg continued to have their way with me. Back and forth they kept thrusting, while I kept moaning with pleasure, until Devon stepped up, and grabbed me by the hair, shoving his dick into my mouth to silence me.

"Mmm..." I gurgled around it, as he slowly fucked my face. I was entirely filled by cock, and I had never felt as sexually alive as I did in that moment. I was simultaneously pleasuring all of them in some way or another, and their focus was all on me, their desires dependent on my every action and move.

Devon was the first to cum, letting his load flood my mouth, until it was dripping down my chin. I swallowed as much as I could as I watched him back away so that my mouth could be replaced by another cock, almost without missing a beat. My mouth was still partially filled with cum, when another dick was pushing at my slippery lips. I opened my mouth, taking him inside as I struggled to swallow what I could. I felt depraved, and filthy, and oh so turned on. My pussy spasmed as I came all over Brad's cock, almost pushing Greg's dick out of my ass with the force of my orgasm.

"Mmm, you're really getting off on this," Greg laughed, playfully slapping my ass, as I recovered from my climax. "You want more ass fucking?"

"Yes, please!" I cried shamelessly.

"I'll be back for more later, but everyone gets to take a turn," he said, moving off the sofa for the next guy to assume his position.

And so on the sexual merry-go-round went, while I sucked, fucked and jerked off groomsman after groomsman like the whore bride that I was.

The guys stayed hard for what seemed like forever, their orgasms held back by the drugs still coursing through our bodies. Inexplicably, I never lost the energy for more and more pleasure. Eventually each guy had at least one orgasm, a few of them managing two, and one guy shooting off three times. They came in my pussy, my ass, my mouth, and all over my tits and face. I felt soaked in cum, as the hours ticked by. It was daylight outside the big bay windows that overlooked the lake, but it felt like the twilight of depravity in that boathouse.

Eventually, most of the guys were sitting in a row along the extra long sofa, jerking their still hard dicks and watching the action as I was passed from lap to lap, taking turns riding each of their cocks in succession. The smell of sex and semen hung heavily in the air, and indeed, I must have looked like a cum covered mess. It stained my face, was in my hair, and was drying on my breasts and stomach. I was wet with sweat, getting the workout of my life, as I continued to energetically fuck each of them over and over again. I had lost track of my orgasms, but my pussy was still soaked with juices and cum. None of them minded fucking my cum soaked pussy or ass as I was passed around for their pleasure. We had all melted into one insatiable and filthy sexual mélange. All the rules and decorum had long gone out the window.

I sat impaled on Devon's cock, straddling his body, and lustily riding him.

"You are one incredible little slut," he marveled. "Justin is one lucky guy."

I smiled mischievously, and started to kiss him, sliding my dirty little tongue into his mouth, which he greedily sucked on. His hands slid over my ass, until I could feel him slide two fingers into my insatiable little hole, feeling cum oozing around them. He finger fucked my ass, as I slammed my pussy up and down on his rigid cock.

"Dirty, dirty girl," he murmured. "Are you ever going to get enough of us?"

"Uh uh," I moaned. "I'm such a cheating little whore right now. There's no stopping me."

I was delirious with my efforts to indulge myself, and all of them in anything we could collectively think of. I didn't even feel like Kylie anymore. I had transformed into a sexual hedonist with no morals and no remorse.

With several well-timed deep thrusts, Devon filled my hot cunt with cum, moaning with exhaustion.

"I think you've worn me out," he laughed, kissing me one last time. He leaned back against the sofa, as I caught my breath for a moment. But it seemed like as soon as one guy had been spent, another one was ready to take over.

Like a fuck-doll, I was pulled off Devon, feeling his half-limp cock sliding out of my soaking wet pussy. I realized it was Brad who had been sitting next to him, stroking his cock in preparation for his next turn with me. He turned me around until I was sitting in his lap, much the way I had been in the hot tub earlier that day.

"I think I need to fuck that little ass," he whispered into my ear. Brad wrapped an arm around my waist to steady me, and then held his dick with his other hand, guiding it into my sore little hole that been so well abused that it opened up quite easily to accept the intrusion. My asshole sank down onto his cock until I could feel his balls against my pussy.

By then, Greg had appeared in front of me, running his hands through my wet, messy blonde hair and holding my head tight at the base of my neck as he guided my mouth onto his dick. I sucked his cock as I felt Brad continuing to thrust upwards into my ass, building a steady rhythm. Greg's heavy lidded gaze was focused on my eyes as I looked up at him, my mouth bobbing up and down on his shaft.

"Mmm... look at this slut," he murmured. "This beautiful bridal slut."

His cock briefly slipped out of my dripping mouth as I moaned.

"I want you to come all over my face," I heard myself demand. "Come on," I urged, "I want it all over me."

My filthy request caused him to start stroking his cock energetically as I heard him mutter further obscenities. I tilted my neck back, and stuck my tongue out, while still impaled on Brad's cock. Finally, I felt the warm spattering of fluids all over my cheeks, and tongue. It dripped from my chin, as he finished. I smiled at how depraved and filthy I felt, swallowing what had shot into my mouth, and using my fingers to slide the rest that had landed all over my face onto my tongue.

"Perfect," Greg announced. "You're absolutely fucking perfect."

The truth of it was that I had never felt so disgracefully perfect in all my life. I was still well aware of Brad's cock making short quick thrusts into my ass. I turned my attentions back to him, as his hands moved around me to squeeze my breasts, reminding me that he still had more to give. Obligingly, I leaned back against his muscular chest, while his hands slid down to grip my thighs, easily moving me up and down on his dick. I rode him gleefully, with my hand wrapped behind his head. My face was turned to the side so that we could make out at the same time. I was in the process of sucking on his tongue and feeling his dick thrusting deeply into my ass, when I heard the screen door open and slam. And then there were the incredulous words that shook me out of my fuck-fest fog.

"WHAT THE HELL?"

I looked to the doorway and saw Dave, who was Justin's best friend (and best man!), standing there, fully clothed, well rested from his hours of sleep in the quieter main cottage. He looked so normal, and so clean , compared to the rest of us. He looked around the room with bulging eyes, as though not quite believing what he had just walked in on.

"Oh my god," I cried. The look on his face somehow shook me to my senses, and I could feel the flames of guilt wash over me. I couldn't move. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me down. Inexplicably, I could still feel Brad's hard dick inside my ass, and it made me feel even more filthy to be sitting there seeing Dave openly condemning me with his eyes.