"That's your cherry," he told her. "The mark of your virginity. A thin web of flesh that I'm about to rip!"
"No, no, no!"
Rob, savored her distress. It was going to make rupturing her virgin seal all the more exciting. He pushed down slowly, straining her even more. Dawn held her breath, too pained and frightened to think clearly. Her eyes stared blankly at him, her soft lips quivering.
"Hungh!" he roared. Her cherry broke suddenly and his cock sank into her.
Dawn screamed a blood-curdling cry. The hot ram of his cock filled Dawn's buttery cunt and made it burn. She gaped wide-eyed and stricken with horror. Then he began to fuck her, pumping anxiously in and out. Each time his cock moved, it grated on the frayed rim of her cherry and sparked eerie tingles.
Dawn arched her back, creaking the ropes that bound her wrists. Her torn white gown rustled beneath her. Rob's fierce thrusting pressed her down. He reamed deep into her seething cunt. It slithered and squirmed around him.
"It hurts," she moaned. "You're killing me!" Dawn looked down between them, horrified and fascinated by what she saw – his cock plunging in and out, the shaft glossy with sleek oils and smeared with traces of blood.
"I'm bleeding!" she screamed.
"Most virgins do a little at first."
"I might die!"
"No, you'll only think you've gone to heaven when your climax begins."
Rob fucked hard and deep, twisting the hilt of his cock as he thrust in. He lunged forward to grate on her swollen cunt. Dawn sobbed, but the sound of stark fear had faded, replaced by moans of pleasure.
She couldn't understand it. Her pussy was responding to him, pulling on the hot cockshaft when he pushed it into her, clinging when he drew back. She'd wanted its heat and throbbing pulse. It made her gasp and cry.
"Oooh, Rob! How can I enjoy something that hurts so much?"
"Because it will only hurt for a little while. Then you'll feel nothing but lewd pleasure. Your body knows that. It wants to fuck!"
"Yes, it does! I want to fuck! I want to feel your big cock in me!"
Frank laughed and whispered to his brother, "She don't even know what a big cock is."
"Not yet," Cole agreed. "But soon, Brother. Very soon."
Dawn's ripe curved body lashed into a frenzy of lewd writhing. She pumped and twisted her hips, wanting to feel the thrust of his cock from every possible angle. Her climax was starting, a rumbling pulse in the depths of her pussy – a frantic tension that made her eyes bulge.
"Oooh, Rob! Oooh, do it harder! Drive it into me! Make me feel more of this insane pleasure. I love your cock! I love what it does to me!"
"Yeah!" He leered and started shooting his load. And at that moment his young bride walked in the door.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jesse had brought Colette to the other cabin to see what was going on and maybe get a piece of the luscious little strawberry blonde for himself. They'd heard the loudest of Dawn's lewd wails and both knew that someone was fucking her. But Colette had expected to see Frank or Cole with a big bloody cock – not her young husband.
Rob was still cuming, grunting fiercely each time his cock gushed another jet of silver white liquid fire into Dawn's lusciously ripe body. She screamed ecstatically, kicking her heels and writhing in delight in the ruins of her antique wedding gown.
The other voice she heard was just as distressing. Her own mother bucked beneath Dawn's groom Tom, pumping her hips and begging for his hot young prick to fire.
"I want to cum along with your wife!" she cried. "Fuck me, Tom! Fuck me hard!"
[missing text] stood gaping, clutching Jesse's arm for support. "My husband is cumming with my cousin," she moaned. "And my mother is cumming with her husband!"
"She must have came up here to console both disappointed grooms," he said. "That is one very sexy lady! Guess who I'm going to fuck next?"
"Not my mother!"
"Yeah, I've never done a mother-daughter duo before, and it looks to me like she likes cock even better than you!"
"You bastard!" Colette whirled and slapped him hard across the face.
Rob heard her raging voice. He'd finished his great orgasm with Dawn and had recovered just enough to think clearly.
"Colette!" he gasped, rushing to her side. His dangling cock was still dripping, smeared red with cherry stain.
She glared and snarled at him. "Don't touch me! You're even worse!" Her hand flew in another vicious arc and stung his cheek.
"Looks like that young bride of yours ain't learned good manners yet," Jesse said to Rob.
"You're right about that." He was angry with Colette for letting him think she was a virgin, and madder still now that she slapped him. "Let's tie her up with the others."
"O.K. You take her wrists. I'll grab the end that kicks."
"Bastards! Both of you!" She lashed out at both of them, her hands like claws.
Rob grabbed her arms, straining to hold her – a hundred and some pounds of fighting fury in a rumpled white wedding dress. Jesse blocked a kick and caught her leg, lifting it high.
Colette gave an angry cry of frustration and pitched backward across the bed on the far side of Dawn. Her mother was still gasping in the throes of orgasm with Tom on the other.
"Tie her wrists, to the bed frame like the others," Jesse said to Rob. "There should still be plenty of rope."
"There is!" Rob chuckled wickedly and knotted a tight loop around one wrist. "My sweet virgin bride," he sneered.
"Rob, these men kidnapped me! I was raped!"
"Not before you had the hots for the guy next door. Your mother told me all, about it – and some of the others since. You're nothing but a slut, a fucking whore in a white wedding gown!"
Colette hissed in rage. "You're no God damn better… coming to our honeymoon cottage to fuck my mother on our wedding night!"
"It's your loving mother who seduced me! Being crazy-hot to fuck must run in your family. Even innocent little Dawn likes it now," he said, grunting and cinching another knot so tight that the rough hemp abraded her wrist. "You can't imagine what her little cherry cunt did to my cock!"
"You son of a bitch! Your cock isn't half what I've had inside of me. Jesse's is huge and I've heard Cole's is even bigger. Over a foot long! I hope he's the next to fuck me and I hope they tie you in a chair by my feet so that you have to watch!"
Cole nudged Frank in the ribs with the point of his elbow. "How do you suppose she knew exactly what we had in mind?" he asked.
Frank laughed and the two of them grabbed Rob when he'd completed binding his bride's arms to the bed frame.
"Hey!" he protested.
"Your part of the honeymoon is over for a while," Frank told him, lifting him right off the floor.
"Now just a damn minute! Put me down!" They slammed him into a satin upholstered chair. Cole dragged up a length of chain and looped it around the naked groom. When a lock clicked shut, he was chained in the chair and turned to face Colette's feet. She was bound hand and foot with arms and legs spread. She still struggled furiously, tossing her head in long waves of silver hair.
Jesse whispered to her fuming husband. "Did you know her cunt hair is the same color? Damnedest thing I ever saw! And hot? Hhhooowheee!"
Rob's face flushed. "No, I didn't know any of that. She played the timid virgin act real well with me. I've never, seen or touched her cheating cunt!"
"Oh, well take a look!" Jesse hoisted the long skirt of her white gown. Colette's silvery pussy gleamed. It was wet and sheening with cum.
"Gonna be a rare treat watching your bride get fucked on her wedding night," Frank told him.
Fabrianne's long, grinding second climax with Tom had just ended. The two of them gasped in weary delight. He lay on top of her, his cock shrinking slowly in the wringing sleeve of her cunt. He stroked her silvery hair with one hand and the silky fur of her stole with the other, unable to tell the two apart.