Feeling her tit and the sultry dampness of her pussy while carrying her in had made his anxious horniness rage even more. Now with his young bride watching him undress the woman lying beside her. Tom in unbearable shame. He wondered if he could even get his cock up with his bound virgin wife watching.
Naked, he stood with his cock hanging limp. "Even threatening to beat my bride won't make my prick hard," Tom said. "There's no way you can force a man to get a hard-on when he's sick with shame."
Frank began to fondle Dawn's luscious tits from the far side of the bed. His powerful arms reached over her shoulders, hands clasped so that her large nipples bulged invitingly between his thumbs and first fingers.
"I'll bet you'd like to be feeling her tits instead of me," he said.
"Yes," Tom's voice rasped.
"Then do it."
Dawn breathed a thankful little sigh and almost managed a smile when Frank drew away and her young husband crouched on his knees between her spread legs. The antique satin of her white gown rustled under his weight.
"Hi, sweetheart," he whispered softly.
"Oooh, Tom!" Her chest heaved with a wracking sob. "It's been so awful!"
"I know, darling. I know!" His hands reached out, so tense with anticipation that his fingers trembled.
Her lips quivered and Dawn winced when he touched her. His hands tightened, fingers molding her creamy mounds.
"They're even better than I thought!" he panted.
Dawn winced. Tom was mauling her as roughly as the others, fondling her crudely, stroking her nipples hard. They swelled and tingled beneath his whirling fingers. Then he bent down with his drooling lips in a wicked grin.
The tawny young virgin shivered. Frank and Cole had been right. Her husband wasn't much different from them. He kissed and sucked her tits, one after the other, swaying his head back and forth.
He pushed her two gorged nipples together and sucked them both at once. Dawn thought that was an awful thing for even her husband to do.
"Stop it, Tom! This isn't right," she whined.
"Of course it is. You're my wife and this is our wedding night. Everything is all right now!"
His cock had stiffened and straightened itself. Dawn could see it through tear-streaked eyes. It throbbed obscenely between his legs.
She felt a similar throbbing in her, a restless and unfamiliar pulses writhed in her pussyhole. It churned in fury, dripping wet with sweet scented musk. She sighed.
The scent of his bride's virgin pussy made Tom's cock swell even more. Bulged veins looked like blue cables taut and surging with life. Sucking Dawn's glorious big tits and tonguing her nipples had given him the biggest and best hard-on ever!
"God, I want to fuck you!" he groaned. "I want to put my cock inside of you."
"Inside where?"
"In your tawny little pussy, of course."
"But why?" Dawn's eyes looked vacant and afraid. Her own dear husband was talking about the same strange and awful things the kidnappers had.
"To rip your cherry and make it bleed. To fuck my cock deep and feel you cum. To fill your sweet pussy with my hot jism!"
"Oooh, no! Not you, Tom!"
"Not yet, anyway," Frank agreed. "The lady is waiting right next to your wife, and your cock is plenty hard enough to fuck her now."
Fabrianne gave an excited little gasp. Hearing Tom's horny tit-sucking and watching his hot young prick swell made her pussy stir with fiery heat. Her breath came in short gasps. Her body seethed restlessly.
Tom hesitated, then saw Frank pick up the heavy table leg. "All right!" he said quickly.
His cock was so aching hot to fuck that he didn't care much who got the pleasure anymore.
He threw back the front of Fabrianne's luxurious stole and ripped open the front of her dress. She cried out, stunned by his sudden violence.
"I haven't sucked enough tit to satisfy me yet," he said. He clawed at her lacy black under-wire bra and tore that away too. Rasping and grunting, he pulled her dress off and dropped her panties around her knees.
"Oooh, Tom!" she cried. Fabrianne had always liked virile, forceful males, but she had never been treated like this in her whole life. It made her whole lithe body tingle.
"I was going to suck Dawn's pussy before I put my cock in her," he said, giving voice to the visions of his wedding night as planned. "But I don't care now. Yours looks just as good to me!"
He crouched between Fabrianne's trembling legs and bowed his head down.
"You're going to put your mouth there?" Dawn said in shocked dismay.
"Women love to have their cunts eaten, don't they, Fabrianne?"
"Yes!" she cried. "Oh, God, yes!" She bucked and thrust her silvery cunt toward his hungry lips.
Tom burrowed into her pussy making wet animal sounds that disgusted his innocent young bride. But Dawn's own pussy squirmed when she saw what he was doing to her aunt – putting his tongue right into her wet pussyslit.
Fabrianne shrilled cries of pleasure. Tom wasn't a skilled cunt-sucker but the fury of his hunger made it exciting enough. Her clit wasn't just being eaten, it was being devoured!
"Aaaghh!" she groaned. "Ungh! Oooh, Tom! Eat my cunt! Lash it with your tongue. Hhhmmm, yes! That feels so good!"
Dawn thought surely the woman was in terrible pain. She made ragged, gasping sounds and thrashed her lower body in tortured ways. But she kept screaming to encourage him.
"Fuck with your tongue now, Tom! Drive it deep. Wiggle it inside of me! Hhhooo, yes!"
The tawny young redhead craned her neck and raised her head to watch it all, still not wanting to believe that her dear husband could be so lewdly depraved as to kiss another woman's pussy on their wedding night.
Frank saw her rapt and shocked curiosity, and he put a pillow beneath her head so that she wouldn't have to strain to watch. "You watch real good," he told her. "We got another young groom who's real anxious for you."
Rob, was still holding the garter, his cock half out of his pants. Dawn's beautiful big tits entranced him. They always had, even though he had married her cousin. And Dawn was still a virgin, Colette wasn't.
Hearing that, from her own mother's lips had shocked him to the depths of his soul. Colette had lied to him, pretending to be so sweet and innocent. The bitch! He hoped, the kidnappers made her watch when he collected his prize for catching the garter. He wanted her to see him fuck Dawn. He wanted her to watch him fuck her mother too. Then he would think things were about even.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tom gripped his anxious cock in a hand so tense that his fingers trembled. He couldn't believe it. He was about to fuck for the first time in his life. He was about to sink his hot cock into a beautiful woman and feel her pliant cunt surround him!
It seemed that he had been waiting all his life for this wonderful moment. Just thinking about it was almost enough to make his cock cream. He aimed it unsteadily at the slim, taut lips of Fabrianne's wet cunt.
He could see them quivering in their dense bush of silvery hair. He could feel the radiating warmth of her sleek cunthole and smell its tangy scent.
Tent pushed in and felt something like an electric shock. His cockhead had touched pussy flesh! He felt it soft and slithering smooth. Her narrow cunt seemed to swell, widening just enough to welcome in the blood-gorged knob of his cock. Then it shrinking shut, to grip the slightly smaller shaft beyond.
He roared, certain that his balls would heave and drain themselves any second. Tom wanted to be deep inside her quaking body when the great moment of orgasm came. He rammed down hard, sinking in to the hilt of his prick.
Dawn gasped, "Oooh, dear God! Tom, what are you doing? What are you doing to my aunt?"
"I'm fucking her, you stupid little bitch. Jesus, don't you know anything?"