"They called the third one Cole," she said, smiling. "Because he was their younger brother."
"Oh, shit!" the older cop said. "One of them must be a western history major. Well, I guess there's nothing more we can do here." He nudged his partner and turned to go.
Fabrianne said quickly. "There is one little thing."
They both stopped and turned. "What?" the young man asked.
"You two kind gentleman could give me a ride home. I only came out here to make sure that my daughter and niece were all right. I don't want to stay and intrude on their honeymoons."
"Yeah, sure. Come on!" The senior detective nodded his head toward the car.
"Colette, would you please give Mommy back her stole?"
"Oh, sure." She shrugged it off with a smile. "Have a nice trip back."
Fabrianne felt elegant once again. She basked in the leering heat of the detectives' lewd glances.
"I still don't think you've told us the whole truth," the senior man said as they drove away.
She grinned, tossed her enticing silver hair and stroked the deep fur covering her sharp tits. "Well then, I guess the two of you will just have to beat it out of me."
They caught up with a non-descript station wagon a few miles down the road, but neither cop noticed. Fabrianne was jacking them both off, and the last to cum would be the first to fuck her. Both of them had beautiful big cocks and she didn't mind at all knowing the kidnappers were getting away.
The two newlywed young couples all sat naked on the same large bed. Sitting cross legged in a circle, they nibbled hors d'oeuvres and sipped champagne intended for their wedding reception. They had, all but resolved their differences. Rob had his free hand resting on Colette's silvery cunt mound and was fondly teasing her cunt. Tom hugged Dawn and squeezed one of her luscious big tits with the hand draped over her shoulder.
Both of their snug, pink-lipped pussyslits were exposed by the cross-legged position they'd all assumed. Not even Dawn seemed to mind that now. In fact, she was fingering her own clit.
"It's a strange way to start married life," she remarked, a finger now deep in her pussyslit.
"But maybe not so bad," Colette said, briefly restraining the urge to gasp cries of delight because of the way Rob was expertly teasing her clit. "Alt of the older married couples I know have had problems sooner or later because of infidelity. One gets hot and fucks somebody else and everything goes to hell. We've been through it all already and we have it worked out while we're still on our honeymoons."
"Colette is right," Rob had to agree.
He was eyeing Dawn's strawberry blonde pussy and remembering the thrill of popping her cherry. Traces of virgin blood could still be seen in her tawny pussy-hair.
Dawn shivered, part from the way her husband was twirling her nipple, part from the way both her cousin Colette and Rob were hungrily studying the soft mound of her pussy-slit.
"My parents would never understand this!" she said with absolute certainty.
"So?" Colette said with a shrug. "Let them lead the kind of life that pleases them and you lead the kind of life that pleases you. You're a married woman now, free to make up your own mind."
"Yes, but my mind is still so confused. It was so much easier for me to submit when I was being forced."
"Oooo, well!" Rob reared up with an anxious gleam in his eyes. Colette was right behind him. They both bulled into the gasping strawberry-blonde and pushed her down flat on her back.
Dawn cried, "No, don't do this to me! Not again!"
She looked to her husband Tom for protection, but he only grinned and began sucking on one of her gorgeous big tits. She rasped sharply.
Rob had his mouth on her other tit, his whirling around her budding nipples in different rhythm. Colette dropped her head with a flowing mantle of silver hair, and she began to whirl Dawn's cunt.
Dawn felt a different wild rhythm at each point of contact. Left nipple. Right nipple. Cunt! Each fired its own urgent message on its own wave length, but on the way to her brain they all became scrambled and arrived as one convulsive shock.
Three people loved and sexually desire her, each in their own way. Dawn shuddered, first trying to understand, then only able to enjoy. Her husband, her cousin and her cousin's husband were all working to excite her and bring pleasure on this her wedding night.
"I think it's the best honeymoon a girl could ask for," she moaned.
Both her tits were being sucked and her clit was being tongue-whipped by a female who knew all the right moves. What young bride had ever experienced more pleasure? Dawn had to ask herself. Sighing joyously, she arched her back and refuse to think how sinful her joy might be.
She arched her lush body, glad that it was no longer an object of hidden desire. Dawn felt free for perhaps the first time in her life. There was no need to protect forbidden treasures. She wanted those who honestly desired her to have them and share the pleasure of lewd request with her.
Colette had long felt exactly the same way.
She simply liked to fuck. There had never been a bad one, not even the first one. She'd known only good and better, and she wanted to continue her quest for the best.
She curled one hand around Rob's cock, the other around Tom's. They were the same except for the small matter of foreskin. Her husband Ron had it, Tom did not. The lewd silver-blonde pumped them both and never missed a twirling swipe around her cousin's sweet cunt. A copper-sweet tang of virgin blood added to her obscene delight.
"First one to cum only gets to watch," she said, gripping and milking both steel-hard cockshafts. "The one who can hold out gets Dawn and me side-by-side."
Rob and Tom both groaned, straining to hold back. Colette's hand jacking was delightful, but nothing like two beautiful cunts one beside the other.
Tom had won a similar contest conducted by Fabrianne and he felt confident again. He imagined bounding back and forth, first plunging into his wife's tawny cunt and then that of her silver-furred cousin. That proved to be his undoing.
Rob could only think how his cock had shot off too soon the other time. The stroke of his mother-in-law's hand had been so bewitching, so delightfully forbidden. Colette wasn't quite that clever yet, and she was his wife. And she was holding another man's cock in her ether hand, teasing them both. That was an idea that would take some getting used to.
Colette was also playing favorites. She wanted her husband Rob to win. She wanted him to fuck her and Dawn together as an exciting start for their new life. She curled her fingers and stroked Tom's balls every time she pushed her hand to the root of his anxious cock.
He moaned and trembled and she could feel the surging pressure in his nuts. Tom gasped, sucking harder on Dawn's luscious tit, not wanting to lose the chance to fuck her sweet cunt first. He strained to hold back his fiery stream but Colette's enticing hand stroked faster.
"Aagggh, shit!" Tom said with a scowl wrenching his face. Cum spit from his cock into the tattered ruins of a white satin wedding gown. Gush after gush jetted out, repeated signals of his defeat.
Rob grinned in victory, watching his wife lie down next to Dawn. They snuggled close, their thighs touching. He straddled the two legs they had pressed together and leaned over them. He cupped a firm, sharp-peaked tit in one hand and a luscious big globe in the other.
"Both different, both beautiful," he said.
"I love the variety. Our lives will never be boring like so many."
Both brides cooed, wondering which of them he would choose to fuck first. Rob looked back and forth between them. Both pairs of soft, feminine eyes were pleading. They smiled invitingly. Then Rob did something that surprised them all. He moved aside and positioned himself between Dawn's legs.