Frank said, "Suck it, cunt face! You seemed to like talking about all the fucking you've done. After this, you'll really have a story to tell. Damn few women in this world have ever taken in a yard of cock all at one time."
Jesse laughed wickedly, humping into her ass from behind. Cole echoed his sadistic glee and reamed her pussy from the front. Colette's lithe body rocked between them, driven first one way and then the other.
She muttered sounds of torment, all muted by the big head of Frank's cock. Her tongue flailed the padded tip, trying to make him cum before he got it all in. But that frenzied wet motion only made him want more. Ht jerked her head higher and rammed his cock to the soft back of her mouth.
Colette's body trembled, clanking her chains. When she sagged back, Jesse's big cock thrust painfully deep in her wringing asshole. When she thrust forward, Cole's monster cock threatened to rupture her pussyhole.
The taller guard whispered, "I can't remember there ever being a honeymoon quite like this."
"I can't either, and I can't wait until we go off-shift. God, what I'm going to do that bitch wife of mine tonight!"
"What do you mean?"
"I've got a hot cock from watching this and some chain in the garage."
"Want an even better idea?" his horny partner suggested. "Why don't we both go to your house, and then all go to mine?"
"Yeah, why not? Why should the damn honeymooners have all the fun?"
Colette had experienced multiple orgasms before, but always in sequence – one delightful purging rush of pleasure after another. Never three all at once as was happening now.
Jesse's cock drilled faster from behind beating her asshole. Cole's long cock rod heated and stirred her pussy into a seething frenzy. The twin sensations twined and fused in her groin. Both ends pulsed and heaved with wringing delight.
And Frank was fucking her mouth, pumping his stiff cock so hard that it jarred the back of her head. Thank God he was content with what her sucking lips and cheeks could do. Trying to ram all of that fierce hot cock down her throat might have broken her neck!
Colette's lean, sleek body undulated between them – rocking first back and forth, then up and down. The stunning silver-haired bride was no longer aware of the biting chains or the clanking sounds they made each time her body moved.
Only one thought obsessed her – to make the three well-hung kidnappers cum all at once. A full yard of cock! Three gushing fountainheads of pleasure. Even her lusty mother had never taken on that much at one time.
Colette writhed and twisted, reaching out and thrusting back, varying her moves to keep all three men at about the same level of delicious tension.
Jesse seemed the most anxious so she eased the gripping tension of her powerful ass muscles when she sat back on him. Frank's cock seemed to need the most attention. Not being completely encased in warm flesh, his urgency lagged behind the others.
Colette gave a grunt of frustration. She wanted all three at once. The highest thrill of her life would be lost if she failed to manage that. She wrenched her wrists back and forth, fighting the loops of chain that bound them.
Constant thrusting and jarring this way and that had loosened the loops around her left arm. She was able to wiggle it free and brought her hand up. Fingers half numb from the restraint of cold steel closed around the exposed base end of his cock.
Warmth from his big cock soon fired them with life. She circled and stroked Frank's exposed cockshaft, and she sucked and tongue licked the part in her mouth.
Jesse's cock wasn't twitching in pre-orgasmic delight anymore, but Cole's huge prick was throbbing tensely. Frank still trailed behind. Freeing her left wrist left slack that let her pull the right one loose too. She got both hands up, not caring at all about the pain where steel links had reddened her tender skin.
She lifted the silky right side of the stole and cupped Frank's egg-sized nuts in a nest of deep fur. Wavering fingers teased them to excite the full eruptive force Colette knew they must contain.
Frank gasped. Jesse grunted. Cole held his breath. Colette rocked and swayed deftly between them. And they did all fire at precisely the same moment! That was her thrilling reward.
Colette felt a jet of cum shoot up her ass, another down her throat and a third straight into the depths of her pussy. The three blazed like rockets all aimed at the base of her brain. They hit and exploded simultaneously, blasting her dizzy mind into a swirling cloud of ecstatic delight.
A blinding white glare swept across her widened eyes. Twirling red and blue lights flashed above that and there was a shrill, warbling cry like the scream she felt inside but could not get out because of Frank's cock stuffing her mouth full.
Not until the peak of her triple orgasm had been reached did Colette realize that her glorious climax and a police car had arrived at exactly the same moment.
And the meaning of that didn't sink in until Jesse hastily pulled his well-wrung cock from her ass. "Now would be a good time to beat a hasty retreat," he told the others.
"Amen, Brother! Amen!" And the three of them vanished naked into the darkness of that summer night.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Fabrianne was the first to notice the flashing lights of the police car when it stopped outside the cottage. She was just winding down from a grand climax with her young son-in-law, one of three they'd shared in rapid succession. It made her wish that she'd discovered the magic of a younger man's hot young cock long ago.
She muttered, "Oh, shit! The cops are [missing text]."
Fabrianne had been hoping the trio of stud kidnappers would return to share more pleasure with her. She gathered the long train of her daughter's wedding gown up and wrapped it around herself toga style.
In the mirror, she admired the final effect. "Quite a fetching outfit," Fabrianne said to herself. "I only wish that Colette hadn't run off with my stole. That would have been the final touch of elegance!"
As it was she looked glamorous enough to make any healthy man's eyes pop. Her long, sleek curves and proud jutting tits were softly sheathed in lace-trimmed white satin, never mind a still-damp cum stain here and there. They hardly showed.
A cop's gloved fist knocked on the doors. Fabrianne went to answer it, opening the door just a crack.
"Yes?" she inquired sweetly, recognizing the two detectives who had been at the reception hall.
"You're the mother of one of the brides," the senior officer said.
"Yes, and I'm pleased that you remember me."
Fabrianne thought that both of the rugged plain clothes men were quite handsome. The younger man was about her age, the other a bit older. Both were dark-haired, blue-eyed and built like bulls.
"Aahhh," the younger man said, unable to maintain a seasoned detective's usual calm. "We had a report this cabin was occupied."
"Yes, well…" Fabrianne slipped out the door and closed it behind her. "The missing brides have been found. It was all a harmless prank. My son-in-law's fraternity brothers, I think."
"We'd still like to nail them," the senior man said. "We've got a list of charges longer than my arm."
Fabrianne shrugged and one beautifully sculptured shoulder slipped out of the loose white satin wrap. "I'm afraid we can't help you. They – ungh – wore stocking masks," she improvised. "Not even my son-in-law can identify them."
"Did you hear any names?" the younger man asked, hardly able to take his eyes off the firm, jutting sharp tit that became half exposed as her improvised gown slipped even lower.
"Well, yes, but I don't think it will help. They called themselves the James brothers. You know, Frank and Jesse?"
Colette came up the stairs then, clutching her mother's blue fox stole around her otherwise naked body. Her grin was a strange one. Both cops were quick to notice that. The bride's lips were glossed with silvery cum that sheened brighter than her long hair. And more ran down the sleek tapers of her naked thighs, twin streams dripping from pussy and ass. She had obviously had herself one hell of a time!