"That reminds me, Brother. I saw her first. I get that honor, and my cock is hard enough to do it right now!"
"But I'm the one who talked her out of the hands of the security guards, Cole. The right to draw first blood belongs to me!"
Dawn sobbed fearfully, not even knowing what it was they were trying to decide. She only knew that married people slept together, not what they did under the covers.
"We'll let her decide," Cole suggested.
"No way!" Frank snarled. "That boyishly handsome face of yours makes mine look like something carved out of granite rock."
Dawn's frantic kicking had exposed the lacy true garter she wore around one softly tapered thigh. Her groom was to have thrown that to their young male friends. According to superstition, the one that catch it would be the next to marry.
Frank said, "Why not let her toss that garter up in the air? The one who catches it will fuck her first."
"That's not fair! You're damn near a foot taller than me."
"Yeah, but she might not throw it high. We'll drape it over her left foot and let her kick it off."
"That sounds fair. She won't have enough control to favor either one of us."
Frank slipped the garter down her leg, fingering its supple curves. "God damn, she is a gorgeous little creature! I sure hope I'm the first to fuck her tawny pussy!"
"You have to catch the garter," Cole said. "Yeah, yeah. Lift your knee up, Dawn. I want you to kick this garter off the end of your toe. Kick it as high and hard as you can!"
"Damn it, Frank. Don't be telling her what to do! Kick it toward me, baby. My cock is the biggest and best of the three."
Dawn shuddered in hopeless confusion, but she did as she was told. The frilly garter dangled from her toes, her pretty leg poised to kick.
Cole and Frank backed toward the door, each on one side of it. "On the count of three," Frank said. "One. Two. Three!"
Dawn kicked hard and the lacy garter arched high, heading right between them. Cole made a frantic grab for it but was distracted by the rattle of the doorknob behind him.
Frank was reaching out when the door swung open and knocked him back against the wall. Rob entered the room and the garter fell right into his hands.
CHAPTER SIX
Rob caught the garter and stared at it in a state of complete shock. He'd expected to find the honeymoon cottage empty. He'd been in such a rush to get inside, he hadn't even put his cock back into his formal wedding pants. It was dangling limp and wet from the furious sucking that Fabrianne had treated him to in the car.
Then he saw his new bride's cousin sprawled across the bed, her wrists cruelly bound, her beautiful wedding gown torn and rumpled in disarray. Her beautiful big tits loomed before his eyes, nipples taut and wet.
He gasped, "Dawn… what are you doing here?"
Before she could answer, Tom entered the room. He was grinning lewdly and carrying Colette's mother across the threshold, delighted that his cock hadn't fired and he would get to fuck Fabrianne first.
Tom had one hand under her ass to support the bulk of her weight. It was under the sheer fabric of her dress too and his fingers teased her crotch. His other arm looped around her, and his hand was clasped deep into the fur of her stole to squeeze the jutting tit underneath.
Distracted by Fabrianne's anxious writhing, a full second passed before he noticed his beautiful bride bound to the bed. "Oh, Jesus!" he said when their eyes met. He hadn't put his cock back in his pants either. It stuck out hard and twitched with desire for the sultry, silver-haired bitch in his arms. But the shock of seeing Dawn made him drop Fabrianne.
She fell on her ass at his feet with a thump.
"Tom! Wh-what were you holding Colette's mother like that for?" Dawn asked with a tearful sob.
"I-I – oh, shit!"
Cole kicked the door shut and leaned against it with a knowing grin on his lips. "I think your loving husband was about to fuck this pretty bitch."
"Do you mean sleep with her?" Dawn moaned.
"No, he means fuck her. Stick his hot young cock into her pussyhole," Frank said, still leaning against the wall.
Rob was trying to stuff his cock back into his pants. "You must be the kidnappers! Isis my wife Colette here too?"
"In the other cottage with my brother Jesse," Frank said. "Her honeymoon has already started."
Rob winced. He was tall and strongly built but looked small standing beside the hulking Frank James.
"I wouldn't be in a rush to put my cock away if I was you," Frank said with a strangely warped smile. "Cole and me had a deal. The one to catch the garter gets first crack at the tawny little virgin we got tied to the bed."
"No!" Tom shouted. "She's my wife!"
"Looks to me like you got all you can handle with that foxy lady you just carried over the threshold," Cole said with a leering hot, glance at Fabrianne.
She shivered and snuggled deeper into her luxurious stole.
"Put her on the bed right there beside your bride," Frank said. "We'll make this a double ceremony, just like your wedding."
"But I want to be with Dawn!" Tom said.
"Didn't look like that to me when you walked in," Frank said. "You had one hand full of tit, the other feeling her cunt. I don't think it would be right to make the lady wait after what you warmed her up for."
Fabrianne's lewd desires had been chilled by the shock. She blushed with shame and shivered violently, feeling hot and cold at the same moment.
"Push her down on the bed," Cole said. "I'll get some rope and we'll tie her right next to your wife."
"No!" Tom and Fabrianne both screamed.
Frank grabbed the struggling woman. Cole grabbed Dawn's reluctant groom. Rob just sank into a chair, too weak with shock to say or do anything.
Frank threw Fabrianne across the bed and bound her with her arms spread. She was so close to the young bride that her right hand could touch Dawn's left. Fabrianne could feel Dawn's golden wedding band. Touching, it made the horror of their desperate situation even worse. They both sobbed in despair.
Tom stood firm and defiant. "You can tie up the woman if you want, but nothing will make me fuck her."
"I'm only telling you to do what you obviously had in mind when you walked in," Frank said coldly.
He grabbed the turned wooden leg of a table near the wall and broke it off as easily as someone snapping a matchstick. He smacked the three-inch thick table leg into his left palm like a club. "I'll use this on you if you don't fuck that woman while we all watch."
"Beat me, I don't care! I can't subject Dawn to anything so depraved," Tom said.
Frank shot him a chilly grin. "It ain't you I'm gonna beat. It's your tawny little bride."
"You bastard!" Tom looked around, but Cole was watching him too closely to think of escape. "You're both bastards!"
"Hey, just be glad you get to fuck somebody. This is your wedding night!" Frank said with a peal of laughter.
Fabrianne felt numbing fear. What they had planned for her made her skin crawl. She kicked her feet in a frantic effort to break free. But that only hiked up her dress, exposing her long, shapely legs and the inviting hump of her pussy mound sheathed in shimmering black bikini panties with a sheer lace inset that let the silvery sheen of her cunt hair show through.
"Get outta that monkey suit," Cole said firmly.
Tom stripped off the swallow-tailed coat, loosened his tie and began to unbutton his formal shirt. He felt an odd mix of emotions, desire blended with shame. He'd been anxious to fuck Fabrianne since they first danced at the reception hall. The way she worked her luscious pussy mound against his anxious cock was more than any healthy young male could resist.
And if they'd found the cottage empty as expected, he knew he'd be in her silvery pussy already, firing his virgin load of cum into her.