"You little bitch! Let's see how far you can run with this around your neck." Jesse pulled a stout length of chain from one of the boxes they'd brought in. He locked one end around her neck, the other around a bedpost supporting the canopy.
"I'm going to scream!" she warned as the second lock clicked shut.
"Do that and I'll stuff your panties and bra down your throat. You want that?"
"All right, then keep your mouth shut except to eat and tell me how great my cock is." He offered her a tray of food.
"I can't eat, my hands are still tied."
"Oh, yeah. Guess I'll have to feed you. Want some wedding cake?"
"No, I'm not hungry."
"But it's a tradition. The groom always gives the bride the first bite."
Jesse picked up the small top layer of one cake. The figure of a bride stood all alone. "Looks like the groom got lost along the way."
Colette was trying to keep her head together, but she was on the verge of tears. Jesse grinned and dropped the little plaster bride on the floor. Then he crushed it under his boot heel.
"I could do the same to you," he said.
"I know that."
"Then eat your cake." He shoved the whole thing into her face and smeared it around.
She moaned, sputtering and spitting in disgust. The creamy frosting tasted like cum to her. She hated it.
Jesse sat down on the bed and began unbuttoning her dress. It had a row of buttons running down from neck to waist – a dozen in all. "What's that for? A pearl button for every prick you fucked before you got married?"
"No, there aren't enough," she answered coldly. "I'd need buttons like that all the way down to my knees. I've had the clap more times than that. I've got it now, in fact."
"Don't try to shit me, girl. You had to pass a blood test to get a marriage license. You ain't got nothing but a pussy what is about to pleasure me greatly!"
"Well, I'm not a virgin, if that's what you're thinking."
"Didn't figure you was. Who you do the first time?" he asked curiously.
"The boy next door. He taught me a new way to play house."
"Your mother let you do that?"
"My mother wasn't home much. She fucking like a mink."
"Well, shit… maybe we shoulda grabbed her!"
"She'd love it," she said scornfully.
"So will you." He splayed the front of her gown open and reached back to take off her bra.
"I'm not going to move a muscle," she said. He pushed Colette down on her back and kissed her budding nipples one after the other. They were small and pink and firm. Jesse tongued them hard and made her moan.
He scooped up globs of frosting and smeared that on her tits, then he laughed and licked it off. Then he lifted the skirt of her long gown and put a white rose of icing on her silvery pussy. He smeared more frosting around her pussy slit.
"You're like a pig in a garbage pit," she said when he started to nibble hungrily at his handiwork.
"And your mother's an old whore," he shot back.
"She's not all that old!" Talking helped take her mind off what Jesse was doing to her. His tongue was so intensely stimulating that it made her want to scream.
With the frosting all licked away, he dipped into her dripping cunt. No amount of loathing or self-control could still the natural flow. Jesse chuckled deep, in his throat. Before long she would beg for his cock and that's what he wanted.
He swirled his tongue around her clit. Colette gasped sharply. Tears of anguished restraint watered her eyes. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her cry out, but she couldn't help it.
"Oooh, God! Hungh! You're making me cum again!"
"Not all the way this time, baby. Not with my tongue." He raised his head and leered at her. "This time you climax on my big cock!"
"Then do it, for God's sake!"
"What do you want me to do?" he taunted her.
"Fuck me, you son of a bitch! Make me cum!"
Jesse began stripping off the stolen uniform slowly, smiling. Getting sucked off three times in the car had eased his usual rampant horniness and he enjoyed tormenting her this way.
"Hurry up, damn it! My cunt is going crazy! Fuck me, you miserable bastard! Fill my pussy!"
Jesse smiled and stroked his long prick. "Is this what your tiny little coat wants?" he teased.
"You know it is. If my hands weren't tied, I would have grabbed it already. I'd make you fuck me!"
"Now all you can do is beg."
"I'm begging, I'm pleading. I want your big cock. I have to know what a real big one is like."
"You'll never settle for anything less," be assured her. "You won't be worth shit to that husband of yours. You'll yawn and fall asleep when he fucks you with his wimpy little prick."
So he did plan to let her go eventually! That eased her mind some, but she wouldn't have left right then even if he'd turned her loose.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she chanted over and over.
He crouched between her spread legs. Sleek satin rustled as she squirmed anxiously, half in and half out of her beautiful wedding gown. Jesse bent down and swiped his cock up and down between the puffed outer lips of her pussy.
Colette bucked wildly. "Put it in! I want to feel it. I need to fuck!"
Jesse circled the bulged cockhead around her hole instead.
She babbled furiously. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me, you asshole, or don't you know how? I'll bet you're a fucking fruitcake that doesn't even know what a woman is for!"
That did it; Jesse lunged and sank his cock to the hilt with one mighty thrust.
Colette's wild cry rattled the walls. Her body convulsed into undulating waves. But he wasn't thrusting fast enough to suit her, she had to heave her cunt at him and wring his big cock with all the heated fury boiling in her sultry cunt.
She groaned. "Good, I just can't get enough. It's better than any cock I ever had before. Rip my cunt with it. Ruin my pussy, I don't care. God, I love it. I want your hot prick in me forever!"
Then her first great climax of the long night began and Colette could only scream in frantic ecstasy.
CHAPTER FIVE
Colette's mother Fabrianne sobered up during the long drive to Mirror Lake. She'd worn her blue fox stole to the wedding even though it was a warm day. It was a present from her second husband and she liked to show it off.
In the cool mountain air it was a real comfort. She snuggled warmly in deep folds of dense fur, feeling smug and sexy as hell. She sat between the two bridegrooms, close enough to touch either one.
Rob was driving. Tom sat on the other side. Both of them were strangely distracted, still shocked by the loss of their young brides, and more by what they were doing now.
Fabrianne just couldn't wait until they got to the lake. She had to know what their anxious young cocks looked like. The sultry, silver-haired woman slid a hand into Tom's lap and pulled down the zipper of his fly.
He gasped and Rob looked over to see what was wrong. One long trailing end of her silky fox stole was draped across Tom's lap. Rob couldn't see what her hand was doing underneath – lifting Tom's cock out and stroking it fondly.
Tom was too astounded to say a word. He just gasped sounds of pleasure. He'd been eagerly anticipating his wedding night and now he knew he wouldn't be disappointed, even if his young bride had been stolen. In fact, it might even be more exciting with a sexy older woman who really knew how to fuck. He was glad Fabrianne had chosen his cock to feel in the car. Tom took that to mean that he would get to fuck her first.
But she had her other hand in Rob's lap, also operating under the cover of her silky fox stole. He gasped sharply when she pulled his zipper down and reached in to fondle his cock. The car almost swerved off the road.
Fabrianne had never felt more excited. With a hot young cock in each hand, she was in heaven. Both stout prick shafts were webbed with surging veins so thick and gorged that she could feel them, pulse beneath her teasing fingertips. There was only one obvious difference between them. Tom had been circumcised, Rob had not.