"You better hope she wants it a lot, asshole, because I sure don't. I want Frank's big cock. My God, look at the way those veins bulge. Look how long and thick and hard it is!"
Rob closed his eyes. He'd already seen more of it than he wanted to. Frank hunched between her legs, rustling the white satin of her rumpled gown. Still holding his cock like a whip handle, he worked it around on the nub of her cunt.
Colette gasped sounds of rapture that made Rob's heart ache. Though it had shocked him to learn she'd fucked other men before him, he did still love her. In fact, it wouldn't have mattered at all what she'd done – only that she lied to him. He wondered if he would ever trust her again. Maybe their marriage was over before it had really even begun.
She seemed not to know that he was even the room. Colette sighed and moaned, arching her back to feel even greater pleasure spark from the tip of Frank's cock. But she knew that Rob was watching through thin-slit eyes he pretended to have closed.
By the strange look of eerie enchantment on his face she knew that be was fascinated by the sight of watching his young bride get fucked. He was both appalling and exciting. Her cunt was so anxious, bobbing up and down, begging silently for Frank to fuck her.
Odd visions of a thrilling life together flashed through Rob's mind. All that bullshit in the wedding vows about keeping himself only for her and being faithful until death do us part. That had bothered him, but he said the words, thinking that she expected and would require him to honor that vow. In a way it was a relief to learn that she wasn't that way at all.
Cole cupped his bands over Dawn's big tits and kneaded them fondly while he filled her with cock. "You've got a great body!" he said.
"So I've heard. Tom was practically drooling for me when I walked down the aisle. But now I'll never let him touch me! He can spend his whole life fucking tired old whores!"
"Who are you calling a tired old whore?" Fabrianne snapped. "I'm more woman than you'll ever be!"
"Now, ladies… let's not fight," Jesse said, still pressing Tom's head into the soft valley of Fabrianne's cunt. "You be nice to your young niece, or I'll yank her husband off your pussy."
Fabrianne seethed and said nothing. Dawn glared at the ceiling. Colette grinned and winked at her husband as Frank's cock sank to the hilt in her silver-fringed cunthole. Rob wondered if any of them would ever be the same again. And if not, would it be better or worse?
Colette could think of nothing but the big cock that was plunging in and out, making her eyes bulge. Frank was a huge man with weight so crushing that it made breathing almost impossible when he pressed down on her.
Her eyes bulged each time she took a thrust. Frank wasn't one to concern himself with pleasing a woman's cunt. He simply liked to fuck long and hard because that's what his cock liked best. Grunting and grinding his teeth, he rammed straight into her and drew straight back, arching high above the anguished bride he'd already fucked out of breath.
"Aaagggh," she gasped. "Go easy!"
"You don't, really want it that way," he growled. "You like having your cunt pulverized."
"Huh, yes… but…"
His hard-muscled frame slapped down on her like a blacksmith's hammer beating on an anvil. It made a sharp, clapping sound that came faster and faster. The cottage rang with the sound of it.
Colette gulped and groaned, never having been fucked so brutally in bet whole life. With hands and feet bound to the bed, she could do nothing to ease the wrath of his cock. She wrenched her pussy and teased his stabbing hot length with every enticing move she could remember.
Frank grunted sounds of pleasure and fucked still harder, loving the way her shocked and strained pussy had suddenly come to life.
"That's it, girl. Milk my big old cock. Clamp your cunt around it."
"I am! Jesus, I am!"
"More," he demanded. "A little quivering inside might please your groom, but it ain't near enough for inc. I want you to fuck like the bitch-slut he says you are!"
Colette tried harder, hissing as she strained to make her pussy throbbing even more exciting. She had to make him cum before he fucked her to death. And already she was starting to regret things she'd said to her young husband. It would have been so much easier to satisfy him.
Rob watched mute, with shock. He'd never seen a woman take such a viciously lewd pounding, and he'd never imagined that one might enjoy it. But Colette obviously did. She arched to meet Frank's stabbing cock, curving her lithe body upward as much as the binding ropes would allow.
"Oooooh, God!" she moaned. "Oooooh, God!"
"That's better. But you can do more," Frank insisted. "Show the groom how much you love my cock. Show him how hard he's going to have to fuck to even get your attention after this."
"Bastard!" she snarled. "You're beating me with your cock! I'd rather feel a whip!"
"If you think that it's because you ain't ever been whipped, girl. That would really make your pussy smoke!"
"It's steaming now! I'm going to cum!"
"But I'm not! I can fuck for an hour like this!"
"Nnnnooo!"
"Maybe two if you don't keep your pussy humping!"
"Hungh, I will!" Colette lunged and twisted desperately. The sleek hollow of her pussy squeezed with vibrant motions.
Her groin tensed and shivered with spasms of anguished joy. Colette screamed one high, shrill note of delight, but Frank's lunging jarred her and broke it into a clattering sound.
Colette's eyes gaped up at him. He was leering, drooling. "Cum," she begged with a painted grunt. "Cum now, please. I can't stand another climax like that."
"You'll take three or four, and every one of them will get better!"
They did. The second began even before the rippled convulsions of the first had passed. Colette screamed again and Rob's ears were rattled by the sound. The lewd depravity of her cries would live in his mind a long time.
"Cumming again!" she shrilled. "Better! Much better!"
"But not the best yet!" Frank's cock kept working. Her pussy was too weary to clamp hard each time he rammed it in. Sometimes he met only buttery soft writhing. Others she clenched hard enough to make her pussy wringing tight. He liked the varied rhythm, but his cock never slowed.
Colette felt another orgasmic wave start to swell and this time it wasn't just her pussy that felt the rising heat. Her whole lithe body glazed with the sweat of excitement, a thin film.
The whole cottage filled with the rich and rank smell of hot pussy. Poor Rob was half out of his mind. His cock had swelled aching hard while watching his wife fuck her brains out. He never would have thought that could be exciting, but it was. Rob wanted to fuck her more now than ever. He wanted to abuse his own wife in ways that he knew now she adored.
Jesse's cock also twitched rigidly hard. It was like a long snake flicking its tongue, scenting fresh pussy and the sweaty tang of raw lust. He tipped Tom's chair up straight. His lips popped off of Fabrianne's cunt with a smacking sound.
"Nungh, don't stop!" she moaned.
"You'll get more, lady," Jesse said. He dragged Tom and the chair away from him, positioning it so the groom had a good view of his wife underneath Cole.
"I've never been able to get enough," she said smugly. "I wore out three husbands. I fucked their best friends. I fucked the milkman. I fucked everybody but my neighbor's dog!"
"You're some hot number," Jesse remarked, not too impressed.
"You bet I am! When I'm through with your cock, it'll look like it went through a meat tenderizer."
Jesse chuckled doubtfully, bending down to untie her wrists. "We'll see. But I'm thinking a lady with a mouth big as yours should be able to suck cock real good!"
"Hhhmmm," she purred, thankful to have her arms free.
"Ever suck one as big as mine?" he asked, facing her as she sat up.