Bridal Cum Showers
(M+/F+, inc, oral, anal)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

The tall, muscular boy got out of the car and stood in the light from the open door. The girl leaned heavily against the opposite door and watched him slowly unzip, ceremoniously take out his cock, and start to piss. She saw the stream arch into the darkness and heard it splash in the dirt. She didn't know why but the sight always excited her. The boy finished and gave his prick several healthy shakes and climbed back into the car, leaving the door standing open. He looked at the girl huddled in the seat and palmed himself. His prick looked white and delicate against his big hand.

"Tonight, Hannah?" he asked, "You said we would do it tonight."

"I said, maybe," Hannah answered softly.

"Come on, honey, you promised." He looked at her longingly. "I have a strange feeling that if we don't do it tonight, we never will."

Hannah felt a pang of fear at his subtle threat. "Play with it a little and get it hard while I think," she said.

With growing excitement, she watched his cock swell in his slowly moving hand. Many times before she had watched him masturbate, but tonight, it somehow seemed different. For many months she had implied, without actually saying so, that when he graduated, she would give him a present that he would never forget. Less than an hour ago, he had become a high school graduate. Hannah Sizemore and Mark Drucker had been going steady since she was a sophomore and Mark a junior. Their love play had progressed from necking to groping each other through their clothes until one night Mark got a little tight and showed his prick to her. She was both shocked and excited. After this, he always exposed himself to her on their dates, and finally jacked off in front of her. Her eyes had widened with amazement when the cum had spurted from the end of his cock. It became ritual for him to stand where she could watch while he pissed, and then get back in the car and jerk off.

For a long time Hannah wouldn't reciprocate. She let him feel her up through her clothing, and would lay her hand on his hardon when it was inside his pants, but was afraid to go any further. Then one night when she was particularly passionate, she let him take her hand and put it around his bare prick. She grew very excited and was soon moving her hand up and down, continuing until he poured out over her shaking hand. Things picked up after that, and on their next date she let him feel inside her panties. She guided his fingers with her hand and it felt so much better than when she played with herself that she let him continue until she climaxed. From then on, she would remove her panties, and as he moved his hand under her skirt, she would reach over and grasp his cock. The mutual orgasms were fantastic.

Still, Hannah had refused to let him fuck her, or even to look at her pussy. She let him open her blouse and remove her bra and gaze at and even kiss her titties, but below the waist was feel only. Hannah had intended to let him raise her skirt and remove her panties himself and gaze to his heart's content at her pussy; that was the present she had hinted at, but now she was afraid that it wouldn't stop there. Immediately after graduation they had driven to their secret hiding place and started drinking beer. Hannah wasn't used to so much beer and she got drunk quickly. She stared longingly at Mark's prick, now standing tall and hard in his hand. She felt giddy and lightheaded, her panties were wet. She knew what she wanted and fought against it.

"Do you want me to hold it?" she said, reaching towards him.

"I want you to kiss it." he said.

"You know I won't do that... ever. Not even when I'm drunk."

"You're not drunk."

"I am a little, but I won't do that."

Mark went into an immediate sulk, slouching down in the seat, his hand leaving his cock. "Shit." he said.

Hannah felt a panic in her breast. She could see their beautiful evening going down the drain. "Would you like to take off my panties?"

Mark straightened up a little. "You mean me take them off?"

"Yes." she said, "and my skirt, too."

"Boy, would I."

Hannah stretched her legs out towards him and let her head fall back against the seat. "Then do it." she said softly. "Take all my clothes off if you want."

Mark's fingers trembled as he fumbled at the catch on her skirt; he was all thumbs, but he got it undone. She raised up and let him push it over her thighs and down to the floor. Her pussy bulged under her tiny panties, wisps of brown hair curling out around the edges.

She opened her legs wide for him.

"Take them off, Mark, and get a good look at my cunt-you've wanted to for a long time."

She raised up again and let him pull them down her legs. When they were off, she settled back onto the seat and opened her thighs. "Do you like me?" she said.

"Oh, God, honey, you're beautiful!" he gasped.

It didn't embarrass her like she thought it would; it thrilled her. She liked having him look at her, and while he struggled with the buttons on her blouse, she took his cock in her hand. When she was completely naked, he started kissing her. First on the mouth, then her neck and down over her tits. She had large breasts for a seventeen year old, and the nipples grew hard under his mouth. When both nipples were standing at rigid attention, he moved his lips to the undersides of her tits, and after a short stay, slipped wetly down her belly to her deep navel.

Hannah was moaning softly, her desire growing heavy in her belly. "Oh, Mark, you're making me so hot!" she cried.

He resumed his course downward until he was at the fringe of her soft pubic curls. She twisted and jerked at the feel of his warm breath so close to her cunt. He moved into the hair and his tongue snaked out, probing warily at the puffy beginning of her cuntlips.

"No, Mark, no... you mustn't." she moaned. Still, her legs opened and her hands dropped softly to the back of his neck, gently urging his face deeper into her crotch. "Stop honey, stop before it's too late."

It was too late. His mouth was over her cunt and his tongue dipped into the sweltering hole. She grunted like a bitch in heat, hunching her crotch roughly against his face. His tongue found her clit and laved it.

"Lick it, lick it!" she screamed. "It's good, honey, it's so damn good... don't stop!" She jerked her head from side to side and rolled her hips in an effort to increase the stimulation. "I'm going to cum... darlingggg!"

She fell limp after the orgasm subsided, one hand still stroking the back of his head. "Oh, honey, I love you for that." she said. She knew she couldn't refuse him now, and besides, what she had just had seemed like only a taste of better things to come, and she wanted more. "Do you have a blanket in the car?" she asked softly.

"Yes." he said, raising his face from her moist cunt.

"Take your clothes off first, and-and I'll let you fuck me." She blushed in spite of her lust and opened the door and got out.

It was a warm spring night, brightly moonlit with not a breath of stirring air. She stood and watched him frantically tearing off his clothes, and then reach over the seat to retrieve the blanket in the back. She felt a familiar urge and moved out a few feet and squatted. When she finished and looked up, Mark had the blanket spread and was sitting watching her.

"That's a beautiful sight." he said, "sitting there with a hardon watching a girl take a piss."

"I'll bet." she retorted, her skin still wanting to blush."Come over here and lay down. I want you, baby."

"I want you, too." Hannah said. She lay down on the blanket on her back and opened her legs wide. "Do you really want to fuck me, Mark?"

"Oh, God, do I ever!" he snorted, rolling over on top of her.

She pulled him down onto her, the insides of her thighs snuggling softly against his hip. "Be gentle, honey. I'm a virgin."

Mark jabbed awkwardly at the wet slit between her legs and cursed softly. "I can't get it in." he said.

"Oh, you boys are so helpless." she sighed, her hand sliding down between their bodies. She grasped his cock and guided the throbbing gristle into her cunt. The head went in easily and then stopped. "Unghhh!" she cried, "easy, honey, easy." The virginal membrane was a thin one and broke easily. She let out a sharp little cry of pain and felt him sliding smoothly into her pussy. It was done; she was no longer a virgin. She was being fucked - only seventeen and being fucked.

The discomfort passed quickly and she pulled him closer, his cock sliding in deeper. It felt better than anything she had imagined, and she wondered why she had held him off so long. When he was completely imbedded, she wanted more, but there wasn't more.

"Fuck me, you son-of-a-bitch!" she cried lustily, "fuck me hard!"

He fucked her ruthlessly, knowing he could only last minutes, anyway. The minutes went all too quickly and he felt himself emptying gobs of cum inside her. He had a lot stored up, and he gave her all of it, milking himself sensuously against the slick-tight walls of her grasping pussy.

Hannah knew that girls weren't supposed to cum their first time out, but she came anyway, grunting and groaning and jerking. She was glad she wasn't a compulsive masturbator like some of her girl friends, because it made fucking so much better. She was glad, too, that she had held him off until tonight, because everything had its right moment, and this just had to be the exact right moment for her to lose her cherry. The subsiding ecstasy in her belly told her that.

Mark finally let his cock fall free and rolled off her onto her back. "Jesus, that was good." he said.

"Yes, I loved it." Hannah said.

"You shouldn't have held out so long, honey. We could have been fucking all this time."

"I enjoyed it enough tonight to make up for all the times we didn't." she said. She sat up and drew her knees to her chest, hugging her legs. "Why don't you get us a cigarette."

Mark grumbled good-naturedly and went to the car. He returned with two lighted cigarettes. Hannah took one and sat puffing contentedly.

"My folks aren't expecting me home early tonight, do you think we could do it again?" she said.

"You really liked it, didn't you, baby?"

"Yes, I really liked it." She rolled over against him and took his cock in her hand. "You're all sticky." she said.

"I'm all sticky from you." Mark grinned.

"And you'll be even stickier before I finish with you, mister." she said with a giggle, her hand pumping at his flaccid prick.

They drank the rest of the beer and smoked another cigarette before Mark decided that he could do it again. He stood on the edge of the blanket and took a much needed piss. Hannah came up and slipped her arms around him and held his cock while his piss arched out into the darkness. When he finished, she pressed her pussy against his back and caressed his cock until he was hard.

"I want that hard cock in my cunt." she said.

They fell back onto the blanket and he moved between her open legs, getting inside her without any help. His hard cock sailed easily into her depths. She was a little sore at first, but the deep, gut feeling of a cock in her cunt soon made her forget any pain. She moaned and undulated with his eager thrusts.

"Take it easy, honey." she said, "make it last the rest of the night." Her legs went up around his back. " Oooooh, that's good... don't stop ... do it, do it... fuck me, baby, fuck me and make me squeal. I love it, I love it!"

Mark lasted longer this time, and they were both covered with sweat when he began to cum. Hannah had already made it and lay grunting and panting when his cum started squirting. She came again when she felt his cum filling her and somehow knew that her desires would not be easy to fulfill. Her pussy was beginning to sting, and yet she didn't want him to stop.

"I'm a wanton." she moaned unintelligibly, "and I'll never get enough. Fuck me, Mark, and never stop!"

But he did stop. He stopped and pulled out. "God, Hannah, I'm all fucked out." he groaned, falling limply onto the blanket beside her.

Hannah lay back and let the tingly feeling seep out through her pores. She knew her mother would scream and rant and rave if she ever found out and probably get hysterical, but she had liked it, more than liked it, and knew that she could no longer control herself now that she had screwed. They would fuck again, and she knew it. But so what, she thought, we're in love, we'll be getting married in a year or so.

But they didn't get married in a year or so. Mark went to college in the fall and when he returned for Christmas vacation it was over. Hannah didn't know it but Mark did. She had remained faithful, a high school girl in love with her first boy friend, while Mark had moved on. He had outgrown her.

Hannah was heartbroken. She nursed her heartbreak with a vengeance, avoiding dates with boys like the plague. Her senior year in high school was a misery. She didn't date and she didn't get fucked. She wanted very much to get fucked, but it took a boy to fuck her, and she hated boys. Mark had taken her cherry and spent three idyllic months fucking her almost nightly. She wished now she hadn't taken the pill and had gotten pregnant; he'd have had to marry her then.

She never admitted that during that wonderful summer she had looked at other boys and wondered what their cocks looked like and how they would feel rammed inside her tight, cock-loving cunt. No, that was a memory erased by the thought of how Mark had stolen her virginity and then cheated her, dumped her on the ash heap of love after he had gotten what he wanted. Of course what he had wanted was also what she had wanted. She dreamed all day of when it would get dark and she could engulf his cock, suck it up into her cunt and devour it with greed and lust. Of course, she conveniently forgot all this when the rotten bastard jilted her.

Her mother worried but her father was relieved when she wouldn't go out. He knew what young men were after, and his daughter was a beautiful, over-developed girl. Even he could see that, and if she didn't go out with boys, it stood to reason that they couldn't get in her pants. Her mother was sure she would be an old maid, a miserable old maid.

And then during the summer vacation after she graduated, while trying to decide on a college, she met Brian. He was just right for her: ten years her senior, a, solid citizen, already established, and ready to settle down. Her parents were delighted.

And when she married, she never admitted she was still on the rebound.

Hannah Sizemore was the talk of the town. Though not from a poor family, she was definitely not of the social register, and to land Brian Breedan was a fantastic stroke of luck. Brian, at twenty-nine, was a junior partner in his father's prestigious law firm. They were wealthy upper crust people, not usually given to mingling with common folk, yet Hannah's marriage to this man of substance was now less than two weeks away.

Hannah steered her car into half a parking space in front of Janice's house. Janice was her best friend and Hannah knew that when the girl called and asked her to drop by her house, that it was for a surprise bridal shower. On the way to the door, she practiced her best actress's face, knowing there was no way she could feign surprise.

The surprise that Hannah was so sure she could never carry off was there, nonetheless, written all over her beautiful young face. It came from the sight of her future sister-in-law, because her presence at a gathering of the common people was a shock, but her condition was an even greater shock. No one in their right mind would ever expect to see Natalie Breedan Lewis in this condition. She was pregnant. God, was she pregnant; she looked like she had a basketball under her dress. The last time Hannah had seen Natalie was almost six months ago, the night she had been invited to Brian's parents' house to break the news of their engagement. She had looked so tall and slim and athletic that night, and now she looked so... so like she had swallowed a balloon. She was still beautiful, though, probably even more so, Hannah grudgingly admitted.

Natalie Breedan Lewis - she had insisted on retaining the Breedan - was two years younger than her brother, and very protective of him. She was a beautiful woman; tall, brunette, and very athletic-looking. And she was very athletic, an excellent tennis player, horserider, scratch golfer. Also rich. She had married Cedric Lewis when she was twenty, a man twelve years older, also a lawyer and descendant of a wealthy legal family. He was a big man, not handsome, but quite sensual-looking. Hannah had been around Natalie only half a dozen times, and wasn't yet sure how to take the woman. She was sure that Natalie didn't like her. She had met Cedric only once, at the family dinner, and was sure that he did like her. He had literally devoured her with his eyes. Hannah suspected that he was a lewd man.

"It's a pleasant surprise to see you, Natalie." Hannah said, almost sputtering. "I didn't know."

"That I was pregnant." Natalie finished for her. "Well, it's rather obvious that I'm knocked-up higher than a kite." she added crudely.

Hannah almost shivered from the cold waves. Natalie was as rude and aloof as always. Hannah decided she didn't like her. Being an expectant mother hadn't warmed her up a bit. She wondered why they had waited seven years.

The shower lasted almost two hours with Hannah receiving the usual booty of a bride-to-be. They were all Hannah's friends with the exception of Natalie, who spent the evening sitting in an easy chair chain-smoking and drinking Janice's father's Scotch. She was obviously bored.

"I was sure surprised to see Natalie here. How did you happen to invite her?" Hannah whispered to Janice.

"Since she is Brian's only sister, I thought it the proper thing to do." Janice said with a shrug.

"I'll bet you were surprised when she accepted."

"Was I ever. If I'd have thought for a minute she'd come, I wouldn't have invited her."

Just before the party ended, Janice poured small brandy glasses full of whiskey and all but Natalie toasted the bride. As Hannah was about to leave, Natalie called her aside.

"Daddy is having a little pre-wedding party and asked me to tell you to drop by. It will just be some of 'Our' friends. You don't have to come if you're tired."

"I'm not tired. I'd love to come." Hannah said.

Hannah could see the anguish on Natalie's face. "Do you have a way." she said coolly.

"Yes, I have my car. Do you need a lift?"

"No. Someone is picking me up."

"Your husband? It's been ages since I saw him."

"No, a friend. Cedric is working tonight." she said.

The doorbell rang and Hannah saw a tall, very handsome young man step inside. He looked to be twenty-four or twenty-five.

"It's my ride." Natalie said, and went to the door and took the man's arm.

Janice's eyebrows went up as she looked at Hannah. "I'll bet he's younger than she is." she whispered to her friend.

"No doubt." Hannah said, stifling a giggle. "Look how she walks. Graceful Natalie waddling like a duck." Both girls laughed. "I have to get, Janice. I'll see you tomorrow and gather up the loot. And thanks for the swell party."

As Hannah started to open her car door, she noticed the couple two cars up the street. It was Natalie and her "ride" and they were kissing. She could see them plainly in the pale moonlight; the man had his hands around her ass, and he was pulling her bulging tummy tightly to him. Hannah covered her mouth to keep from making any sound. She saw them get into the car and kiss again. The man hadn't pulled the door completely shut and the dome light bathed them for all to see. They necked for several minutes and then drove off.

Hannah got into her car, shaking with excitement. "The slut, the shameless slut." Hannah said, yet the thought of a married woman, and pregnant at that, making love with a man other than her husband excited her terribly. She wondered how far Natalie would go with the man, not imagining for a minute that it would go beyond a few innocent kisses. "Surely she wouldn't let him fuck her, not in that condition." she said to her car. The goose bumps rose up on the insides of her thighs. It had been a long time since she'd had goose bumps on the insides of her thighs; Brian didn't believe in any pre-marital foolishness. Good breeding ruled such nonsense out.

She was still tingling when she pulled into the long circular drive leading to the Breedan mansion, and it was indeed a mansion. The butler met her at the door and led her down a long hall to a three-steps-down, low-slung game room. It was a paneled room, complete with billiard table, trophies on the wall, and a fireplace with logs ablazing. Claude Breedan, Brian's father, saw her at the door and jumped up and came over and took her hand.

"Hannah, darling!" he exclaimed, "I've been waiting for you. Come in and I'll introduce you around."

Claude Breedan was not a large man, yet exuded the impression of towering strength. At sixty-four he was energetic and had a full head of hair, all of it white. In his part of the state, he was a power to be reckoned with in business and politics, both church and state.

"Where is Brian?" Hannah asked demurely.

Claude slipped his arm around her slim waist. "He's working. We have a brief that must be ready in the morning, and he is low man on the totem pole." He held her tighter and flicked a quick wink. "He'll be along later, but let's sit on the divan. I'll get you a highball."

Hannah could tell that her future father-in-law had been at the highballs himself, and she was surprised. He was an active elder in the city's largest church, and had always acted so pious in the past, yet here he was almost drunk.

Four other couples were there and she was dutifully introduced to each and every one of the rich snobs. She wanted Brian there and wanted to pout, but her boozed-up host wouldn't allow it. He plied her with drinks until she felt giddy and no longer out of place. By midnight, everyone was drunk, and she no longer noticed when the old man hugged her tight after a ribald story or kissed her on the cheek or patted her gently on her leg.

"I just realized, that Natalie isn't here." Hannah said to the old man. "Where in the world can she be? She left the shower ahead of me."

"She called and said she would be detained. She'll be along presently." Claude said.

"I'll bet she was detained, and how." Hannah said, and broke into a series of foolish giggles.

"You're getting silly, my dear." he said, and kissed her, this time full on the lips.

Hannah stopped giggling and sat up straight. It unnerved her for the old man to kiss her like that. She didn't know whether to scream or kiss him back. She did neither.

He jumped gingerly to his feet and took her hand. "Come with me, Hannah. I have something to show you."

He guided her down the long hall, his arm once again around her waist, his nervous hand resting just below her breast. They passed through a heavy, carved doorway into what appeared to be a plush office.

"This is my office away from the office." he said, pushing the door closed behind them. "This is where I make all my money. I don't show everyone this room. See that lion's head over there? I shot him myself." Actually his guide had shot the lion while he was sleeping off a bender in his tent, but it made a good story.

"My, you must be very brave." Hannah exclaimed.

"Yes, very brave." he said, and sat down in a huge stuffed chair. "Very brave, indeed." He still held Hannah by the hand and pulled her down onto his lap, then kissed her on the mouth. She wanted to protest, but his tongue was in her mouth.

Hannah knew the old man was way out of line, but was afraid to make waves; he was a powerful influence in Brian's life and she feared repercussions either way she went. She felt nothing when he kissed her, and decided to let him have his way. Besides, he was drunk and couldn't be completely responsible. She was drunk, too, and kissed him back.

"You'll make an excellent addition to this stuffy old clan. Put a little youth and class in the old place. You're a mighty beautiful young girl, Hannah." Claude said.

She was sorely touched by his compliment, and said nothing when she felt his hand slide to mid-thigh under her skirt. Her head was spinning from all the booze and she felt excited, a feeling she knew she had to fight.

His hand stopped a few inches from her crotch, and when she made no effort to push his hand away, he moved on up to the edge of her panties. He was glad she wasn't wearing panty hose; warm, soft flesh was so much nicer, especially when it was so young and tender.

Hannah trembled as his fingers neared her cunt and she involuntarily opened her thighs.

His hand moved to her crotch and he gently cupped her cunt, watching her face all the while. The light was dim, but he could see that she looked pale and was biting at her lower lip, yet she made no effort to get away. He kissed her again then, and was amazed at the frenzy of her mouth. She grunted into his mouth and hunched against his palm. Claude was surprised at the ease of the whole thing. She had seemed so shy and prim when she was with Brian. But it was obvious now - get a few drinks in her and turn her on and she was a push over, an easy lay. Yes indeed, a quick fuck for an old man who lusted for tight young cunts. His son's young wife would add much to his reclining years.

He took his hand from her cunt and with both hands grasped the bottom of her sweater. She instinctively raised both her arms to let him pull the fuzzy garment up and over her head. She looked maddeningly-erotic with her blonde hair rumpled and her bulging tits trying to squeeze out of a tiny bra that did little more than cover her nipples. He jerked the loops off her shoulders and pulled the bra down to her waist without unhooking it.

"Lovely, lovely." he gasped and dropped his face into the hills of soft flesh. Her nipples rose large and hard inside his mouth, first one and then the other.

While he suckled on her tits, his hand opened the side of her skirt. "Stand up." he said, raising his face from her tits.

Without a word she got to her feet, and he quickly pulled her skirt down her legs. Her panties were nothing more than a silken strand around her hips holding up a tiny patch of sheer nylon that barely covered her pouty cuntlips. The hair was abundant, especially so for a blonde, and stuck out in profusion around the edges. The filmy garment plainly revealed that her bush was darker than the locks on her head, but grew blonder as it crept up her belly in a thinning line toward her navel. He gasped at her loveliness and reached out, one hand gripping her ass, the other sliding between her legs. She stood motionless while he caressed the nylon tightly into her groove. He quickly tired of this and yanked the panties down her thighs. She let them fall to her feet and stepped free. Hannah felt a thrill as the old man's eyes devoured her naked body. She had forgotten how much she enjoyed it when Mark had looked at her, and revelled in the excitement now. She was drunk and excited and knew her resistance was only a blur somewhere in her subconscious. Her hands went to her hips and her legs opened in a brazen display of exhibitionism. She hoped he would come out of his chair and bury his face in her cunt because she remembered now how much she had loved it when Mark went down on her. Instead, the old man opened his fly and took out his cock. It was Hannah's turn to gasp - his cock was huge, completely out of proportion for a small man, and it was rock-hard, the thick foreskin already rolled a third of the way off the angry red g1ans. The hole in the end gaped open and a clear ooze stood in a heavy bubble and then broke and slid down the groove on the underside.

"Straddle me." he said, "and take it in your hand."

She stepped up to the chair and put a knee on each side of his hips, raising herself to hover over his huge cock. Her tiny hand reached down and grasped it.

"Guide it to your hole." She lowered a little, nuzzling the slick prick into her thick, wet cuntlips. "Jesus Christ, ease down and let your cunt skin it back." he groaned.

His cock was much larger than Mark's had been, and she was afraid it would hurt, yet she did as he said. She was thrilled by its throbbing hardness, and sobbed with a mixture of pain and pleasure as the fat knob spread her open. The tip went into her cunt, and as her weight forced the massive cock into her pussy, she felt the lips of her cunt slowly peeling back the thick foreskin.

"Oh!" she cried out, not sure she could take it all. But still it went deeper until she felt his trousers with the fleshy part of her rump. It was in to the hilt. Still she hunched against him until she felt the cold zipper cut into her soft cuntlips. She grunted like a bitch in heat, her arms around his neck, and found his mouth, her hips rutting against him in an effort to get more. "It's good, it's good!" she moaned, "Don't cum for a long, long time."

He felt the youthful tightness of her pussy and knew he couldn't last as long as she wanted - he knew he couldn't last at all when he felt the tightening in his groin. He prided himself in his lasting power, yet here he was, about to shoot off like a simple teen-ager. He wanted to tell her to stop all motion, but it felt too damn good. The cum rallied in his balls and a gusher of cum spurted into her belly. He grunted and hunched wildly.

"Ooooh, you came too soon... I felt it." she cried.

"Just shut up and keep humping." he said.

If she kept him hard, kept fucking, the sick feeling in his belly would pass and he could make it again, he knew, he had done it before. She bounced against him; he stayed hard.

"Get off and lay down on the floor." he said.

She reluctantly pulled herself off and quickly spread out on the carpet. The old man stood and pushed his pants and shorts down to his knees got between her legs. His hard cock went into her easily.

She moaned and flailed about beneath him. "I'm cumming... it's so good... I'm cumming! Fuck me you old bastard, fuck me!"

The old bastard pushed all the way in and fucked her. Her orgasm subsided and her legs went up around his back, her hips rotating slowly as his shaft plunged hungrily in and out.

"Where is Brian's mother?" Hannah asked, knowing the moment she said it, that it was stupid.

"She's at her sister's. I didn't want her here tonight."

"You planned this, didn't you? You had Natalie ask me over here tonight so you could fuck me."

They fucked slowly, easily, both enjoying the mounting excitement. "Yes." he said, "just so I could fuck you. You're a good fuck, Hannah. Have many men had you?"

"Only one." she said.

"Was it Brian?"

His questions embarrassed her, still she hunched to his thrusts and grunted with pleasure, marveling at the delicious feeling his cock gave her. "No, it wasn't Brian. He doesn't believe in pre-marital sex." she said.

"He's a fool. I believe in pre-marital sex, especially between you and me. And I believe in post-marital sex between you and me."

"I do too... now." Hannah said. She wished he would shut up and just fuck.

He liked talking with her while they fucked; it made it last longer, and added to the excitement. "You didn't want me to fuck you, did you?"

"Not before you did it... now I'm glad. I'm getting close again, speed up... I'm almost there, honey... make me cum hard."

She felt the fantastic thrill of another orgasm and wondered how she had held out so long, and more important, why? So Mark had jilted her - in a manner of speaking - he didn't have the only prick in the world. She was feeling one now, and it felt good, so very good.

"Oh, goddamn! I'm cumming again!" she screamed, and came for the third time.

Claude Breedan felt the exquisite cunt muscles of his future daughter-in-law tighten around his cock and spurted his cum into her belly again. The Breedan seed, he thought with satisfaction, as his balls emptied.

They got up from the floor and moved to the huge leather couch and she sat on his lap and held his limp prick tightly between her soft thighs while they necked. Hannah finally slid off his lap and took his sagging cock into her hand. It felt soft and squishy and was still sticky from her cunt. It excited her to squeeze his flabby prick in her fist.

"Will you fuck me again?" she asked.

"If you can get it hard."

"Will it get hard if I jack you?"

"I doubt it now, but it will if you suck it."

She let go of his prick as if it were a snake. "Oh, no, I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Well... I just can't. I never have."

"You'll never hold your man if you won't suck his cock." the old man said calmly.

She looked down at his prick; it had risen a little just from talking about it. She lowered her head and looked closer. "I just can't... I can't." she said softly, and then it was in her mouth.

The old man pushed against her face, his cock swelling inside her mouth. "Suck it easy, honey, make it good and hard."

Hannah felt her stomach tumble and wanted to gag, but she repressed the sensation until it passed. It really didn't taste bad once she got the slime off and it felt so alive and pulsing there inside her mouth. She wasn't aware when her feelings changed, but she rather liked it all of a sudden, and it made the desire grow in her loins like nothing had before. She closed her eyes and imagined how it had looked when Mark's cum had spurted up into the air, how milky it had looked, how slippery it had been on her fingers. She wondered now what it tasted like and started jacking him off while she sucked.

"Hold it, girl!" the old man cried, pushing her face away. She looked like a baby about to cry when his prick pulled free of her lips. "I want it in your belly where it belongs." he said.

The old man moved up onto the couch and stretched out on his back. "Get on top of me, fuck me, make me spill inside you again."

Hannah obediently crawled on top of him, reached down between their bodies and found his cock. It was good and hard again, and she easily slid the fat prick inside her cunt. Her sense of loss faded as her cunt took him in.

"Oh, oh, oh." she gasped. "It's so big and it feels so good!"

She knew immediately that she would cum and started moving faster and faster until only the thick head was in her cunt and bobbing wildly between her puffed-out pussylips. She clutched tightly to him, her orgasm tearing hungrily at her insides. And she didn't stop, but kept jerking wildly. "I'm cumming!" she grunted, "I'm cumming again!" And she came again.

She let her weight down against him, yet continued moving, and his cock pushed in deep. "Ahhhh, Jesus, that's good!" she moaned.

The old man lay still and let her do the work. Her young pussy was so tight, so vibrant. It was exhilarating to feel her working so lustily on top of him, grunting and groaning like a bitch in heat. She was a hot little piece, all right, and would give him lots of good fucking in the years to come.

And then she was cumming yet again. She sat upright on his crotch, slamming his hard cock into her cunt, and bounced against him like a creature gone mad. Her face was contorted with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

When Claude came, he was in so deep he swore she could taste it. His cum spurted into her for the third time and she fell limp on top of him, sobbing softly.

He showed her the bathroom where she dressed and freshened up as best she could. Her golden hair was wet with perspiration so she pulled it back into a pony tail. When she stepped from the toilet, the old man was dressed and looked as spry as ever. She thought she had probably fucked him out, but it was the other way around; she felt strung out, and the guilt of what she had done was inside her. How could she face Brian after wildly fucking his father? It frightened her to think how wanton she had been, how completely she had lost all self control. It must never happen again.

They walked down the hall to the den, the old man's step bouncy and light. Hannah felt like her legs were filled with lead. The party had broken up in their absence and everyone had gone. Hannah blushed at the thought that they all knew the old man's habits, knew that he was in another room balling his son's fianc‚. She decided the upper crust of society was composed of depraved people, not the cream.

Then she noticed that Natalie had returned. The young society matron was sprawled awkwardly in a chair in the corner, obviously dead drunk. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back.

"Ah, you're back, Natalie." the old man said, as they stepped into the dimly lit room. "Can I mix you a cocktail?"

Natalie roused for a moment, her bleary eyes half-open. "Where's Cedric? Where's goddamn husband?"

"Cedric called before you returned, said he would be detained quite late. You can spend the night here and he'll pick you up in the morning." her father said.

"Dirty sombitch, fuckin' bastard." she mumbled, and passed out again.

Hannah and Claude approached the girl. "She's a good girl, drinks a spot too much from time to time, but a good girl." Claude said of his daughter. He reached down and patted her bulging tummy. "A little Breedan in there. A Breedan to the core." He looked at Hannah and gave her a knowing wink. "All Breedan." he said.

Hannah blanched at the inference. Could he possibly mean... could her own father... no, it was out of the question. Hannah looked at the lovely young woman. Her long, slim legs were bare, now devoid of the panty hose she had worn at the shower. Her skirt was bunched up high on her thighs, revealing the whiteness of her fine skin almost to her crotch.

Her father took the hem of her skirt in his hand and lifted it up, displaying her naked cunt. It was covered with a fine, light brown hair that formed a perfect triangle as it crept up her fat belly. "She's a splendid-looking young woman, isn't she?" he said proudly.

Hannah gasped at the man's unnatural audacity. "Yes, she's beautiful." she said, almost breathless at the sight.

He lifted the skirt higher. Her stomach rose bulging and majestic from her hairy pussy. She moaned softly and her legs spread wide, opening her wet and inviting pussylips.

"Need 'nother fuckin' dring." she mumbled.

The old man dropped her skirt and went to the bar. He returned with a tall glass, something she certainly did not need. He held the glass to her lips. Her mouth opened and she gulped convulsively at its contents. He reached down and lifted her skirt again and let his hand slide into the large hairy bush between her legs. She swallowed hungrily as he tipped the glass and moaned and rolled her hips gently while his fingers nuzzled at her gaping cunt. Hannah stood rooted to the spot, her mind trying to disbelieve what her eyes were seeing. Her cunt, raw and sore from the old man's ravage, started to tingle. The sight was obscene beyond imagination and made her hot all over again. Claude had two fingers in his daughter's cunt and was slowly finger-fucking her. She hunched lewdly against his hand, little gasps and moans escaping her lips between swallows.

"Good, Daddy, so good... make me cum." she cooed.

Hannah closed her eyes. The sight of the pregnant woman hunching against her own father's hand was almost too much, still it turned her on like she would never have believed. She wanted desperately to reach under her own skirt and play with herself, but her clit was so tender now and she knew it would just make it hurt more tomorrow and controlled her urges.

Natalie came with a scream of divine pleasure and knocked the glass from her father's hand. "I'm so horny, Daddy, I'm so horny all the time now." she cried.

At the sound of the front door opening, the old man jerked his hand from her cunt and pulled down her dress. He bent down and picked up the glass and went to the bar in the corner of the room.

Brian Breedan stepped into the room. "Father, Hannah!" he said, looking perplexed. "What are you doing here, Hannah?"

"Your father invited... a party... I thought you." she stammered.

"I thought you had a shower tonight." Brian said.

"I did. I dropped over afterwards." Brian shrugged. Then he saw his sister. "What in the hell!" he shouted.

"She came home drunk." Claude said.

"Where is her confounded husband?"

"He's working. He'll pick her up in the morning."

"Well, for God's sake, rouse the maid, get her in bed." Brian shouted. He looked again at his precious sister. "No, better not. She looks like a whore sprawled out in that chair. You put her to bed, father."

Hannah watched with horror at the confrontation between the two prominent men in her life, the father more in her life than she had ever imagined possible. And to her surprise, the old man went meekly to his daughter and tried to rouse her. She had never seen Claude Breedan meek before.

"Drunk in her condition." Brian snorted with disgust. He watched his father try to get Natalie to her feet. "Here, I'll do it." he said curtly, and went her the limp girl and lifted her from the chair.

Holding his sister in his arms, he turned to Hannah. "You wait here. I'll put her to bed and then drive you home. You look terrible, Hannah. You should be more careful of your appearance."

"I have my car. I can drive home." Hannah said.

"I said I'll drive you home. You can get your stupid car tomorrow." He stomped from the room, carefully cradling Natalie in his arms.

Hannah watched him leave, shrugged her shoulders and sat down.

"The boy can be a real bearcat when he wants to." the old man said. He grinned at Hannah and rubbed his crotch. It bulged obscenely.

The week following Hannah's orgy with old man Breedan passed quickly and without further incident. She pondered the evening with a mixture of misgivings and exciting fantasy. They were a bizarre family, to say the least; Brian was a Victorian if ever one lived, and his old man was a lecher, and a hypocritical lecher at that, and Natalie... God, what about Natalie? She was knocked up higher than a kite, possibly by her own father, and out drinking and fucking with a young man who was not her husband.

The idea of Natalie out fucking, bulging belly and all, sent tremors of lewd excitement racing down Hannah's spine. She didn't know why, but it did. Hannah chain-smoked, lighting one cigarette from another, and finally went to the kitchen for her father's jug. A snort or two would calm her down, not get her drunk, heaven forbid. Tomorrow was her wedding day and a hangover was not in her plans, but just a nip to settle the nerves. She tipped up the bottle and drank it straight. At her suggestion, her parents had gone to the movie. She wanted the evening alone to brood and cry and rant and rave like all pending brides do. She had the jitters and nagging doubts of pre-marriage and she wanted to wrestle with them alone. And God, was she alone; it was driving her mad. She took another slug from the jug and sat down in one of the stiff-backed kitchen chairs. After her third jolt, she decided she felt better, calmer, more relaxed, and maybe even a bit tipsy. It was a good feeling. The good feeling was interrupted by the insane jingling of the door bell. She got to her feet with remorse for her lost mood and stumbled through the house to the front door. She pulled the door open to a young man standing there with his hands in his pockets.

"Hi, Hannah!" Mark Drucker said.

She stared at him standing in the eerie glow of the little yellow bug light her father had installed. Her hand went to her mouth. "I thought you were away at school." she said.

"I'm home between quarters." the young man said. "Aren't you going to ask me in?"

"Go away. Leave me alone." Hannah said.

"Aw, come on, don't be a sorehead. I just came over to congratulate you on getting married."

Hannah looked at her old lover cryptically, her eyes not quite focusing like they should.

"I really shouldn't. I hate you, you know. Well, okay, but just for a few minutes."

She pushed the screen door open and let him step inside. They stood in awkward silence for a minute before she went on into the living room and sat on the couch. Her mind was in a jumble. She didn't want to see Mark now... or ever. He started to sit beside her.

"Not so close!" she shouted.

"Gee, baby, you're really edgy." he said, and sat on the other end of the couch.

Several minutes of silence passed before Mark took a bottle from his pocket. "I brought a little something to toast the bride." he said, and took a drink. He then held it out to Hannah. "Your turn."

"You know I don't drink much." she snapped, hoping he hadn't smelled her breath.

"You must not be very proud of what you're doing, won't even toast your own marriage." He continued to hold the bottle at arm's length.

Hannah took the bait, even though she suspected he just wanted to get her drunk and have his way with her. "Oh shit!" she spat, and grabbed the bottle. The toast turned into a long drink. She needed it; her nerves were shot again. It warmed immediately in her belly and she burped, her face turned red.

Mark laughed. "Good stuff, huh? That was for good luck. Now let's have one in honor of Hannah's wedding night." he said, and took another nip.

"That's cute." Hannah said, giggling foolishly, and reaching out for the bottle.

Mark slid halfway across the couch to hand it to her. The bottle went quickly to her lips.

The small talk started then, about old times, things that had happened since, the bottle going steadily back and forth. They both talked inanely, knowing what the other was really thinking.

Finally the last swallow in the bottle arrived and Mark held it up to her lips. Her head tilted back and she drained the bottle. Mark was sitting very close to her now, and he had his arm tight around her shoulders. Hannah was drunk, and she knew she was drunk, and she liked his arm around her. What harm could there be in that? They had been lovers once.

Mark dropped the empty bottle to the floor and kissed her, kissed her hard on the lips. Hannah told herself that it meant nothing and let him kiss her again. Somehow, she couldn't imagine how, her arms went around him and her mouth was open receiving his tongue. She suckled hungrily on the meaty thing, a feeling of wetness creeping between her legs as if she needed to piss and couldn't quite hold it all.

"You mustn't, Mark, you mustn't, you mustn't." she moaned softly when she felt his hand cupping her sweating breasts through her blouse.

"God, honey, I love you, I really do. I don't want you marrying someone else." he said, sliding his hand up her thigh.

Hannah grabbed his hand and pushed it away. "No, Mark, no." she cried, taking his hand and laying it at her crotch outside her skirt. "Maybe outside my clothes, but that's the limit."

Mark felt her heavy E-cup tits with one hand and groped futilely at her cunt through her skirt. "Come on, honey. I love you so much. Let's do it for old time's sake."

Hannah knew it was bullshit. He didn't love her. He just wanted an easy piece of ass. "No!" she said firmly.

They continued kissing. Mark's hand was back under her blouse and he felt her mid section and then her tits, which hung loose and free under her blouse. He cupped the swelling globes and she wished she had a bra on. It excited her too much the way he fondled her bare tit and rolled the nipple into a peak of hardness. His other hand felt the wet crotch of her panties. She wondered how he'd sneaked under her skirt again. She opened her legs a little and let him feel, her own hand playing lightly over the hard lump in his trousers.

"Come on, honey, let's ball. I need you so bad, I'm starting to hurt." Mark pleaded.

"No! Goddamn you, I said no!" Hannah cried, jerking her hand off his erection.

"Christ, honey, at least take it out and jack me off. I'm starting to get the stone aches, and you know what they do to a guy. It ain't going to hurt your fucking fianc‚ any for you to do that."

Hannah bit at her lip until it hurt. She wanted very much to feel his prick in her hand and maybe make it squirt its gooey cum, up into the air. Besides, what Mark had said was true. It wouldn't hurt Brian any if all she did was hold it in her hand and play with it a little. It wasn't like she had never felt his cock before. She had jacked him off many, many times, and loved it.

She slowly pulled down the zipper. She hesitated for an instant, and then slid her hand inside. His cock came out long, and hard, just the way she remembered it. She started pumping up and down, the angry head bulging redly just above her fist.

Hannah's hand moved faster, and she wondered if she could go fast enough to make it squirt up to her face. She blushed, thinking if she leaned her head a little, the monster might spit right against her lips, and if she opened her mouth. Hannah thrilled to her lewd thoughts, thrilled to the feel of his wonderful throbbing cock in her hand again. It was so hot and so hard and so alive. She loved it. She knew she didn't love Mark anymore, but she loved his prick, and the thought crossed her mind that maybe she could love any man's prick. Her legs had spread wider as she masturbated him, and his hand had crept under her panties and was fondling her cunt, two of his fingers slowly moving in and out between the wet, puffy lips. Her cunt was on fire and she squirmed against his fingers, the rising sensation almost blurring her obligation to Brian. Almost. Mark could tell she was hot and wanted to fuck, but she still refused to let him screw her. Mark knew what would change her mind; it had worked when all else had failed that first time she spread her legs and let him fuck her, and it had worked every time she was reluctant for a whole summer, but go down on her and she would flip. It felt so good with her hand on his cock that he hated to stop her, but he didn't want to cum in her hand. He wanted to cum in her cunt and wanted to prove to himself that he could fuck her any time he wanted to, even now that she was engaged. He wanted her to get married so he could prove he was right and fuck her then, too. She squealed with disapproval when he jerked from her, pulling his throbbing flesh from her grasp. She felt giddy and light-headed and completely out of control of the situation when he quickly pushed her legs apart and dropped to his knees, his lips going to the soft, tender flesh of her thigh. She moaned in protest, her legs opening wider, as he kissed upwards.

"Oh, Jesus, Teddy, don't do that... it feels so good! I love it so much!" she cried when, his mouth met the soggy crotch of her panties.

She begged him to stop what he was doing and lifted her ass up so he could skin her panties down. Her legs closed to let them go over her knees and down her thighs, and sprung back open the instant they cleared her feet. She grasped his head and pulled him back between her legs. He pulled back to her knees, raining wet kisses on the inside of her thighs, his upward climb agonizingly slow.

"You bastard, you dirty bastard." she groaned, "kiss me there, way up high... suck me, suck me off!"

When he got to her succulent pussy, he lingered, kissing and tonguing the little hollows and grooves that were laden with perspiration and the slick juices from her cunt. He went from one leg to the other, tasting of her delicious flow.

"Eat me... eat me, Mark! I'll do anything you want if you make me cum!" she screamed.

Mark lifted his head. "Anything?" he said.

"Anything." she cried, pushing his head back into her crotch.

He parted the wet hair with his fingers and pushed his tongue into the deep cleft between her cuntlips, swabbing the length and then back again and finally curling it into her juicy cunt hole.

"Oh, Mark... Mark, it feels so good! Don't ever stop!" She hunched against his mouth each time his tongue probed in, her hands holding his head firmly in place. "I've missed this, honey, I really have. I didn't realize how much I need you."

Mark slid his tongue up to her clit. His mouth was getting tired and he wanted to get her off. She squealed and moaned, her breath coming in deep sobbing gasps as his coarse tongue moved back and forth across her sensitive button. She grunted like an animal and went stiff when her sensations peaked and sent the sexual thrill deep in her gut. It rocketed to her alcohol-fogged brain and she slipped into semi-consciousness and imagined she was in heaven. To be drunk and feeling good all over and then to cum, to orgasm, to get your gun like you never got it before was heaven, she decided. It must be one long drunken sexual orgy; to stay potted all the time while getting sucked or fucked or some such thing. God, that had to be heaven.

Mark knew she had had a good one and stood up, his cock jutting straight out of his pants. "Okay, baby, and now for that anything you promised." he said.

Hannah came down off her climax slowly, her eyes glassy and a stupid, satisfied grin on her lips. "Oh, Teddy darling, that was wonderful. You made me cum so hard." she said, her eyes fixed hungrily on his rearing prong. "As a reward, I'll do something you always wanted me to do, but I never would."

She placed her hands on his hips and her head moved forward, her precious lips opening in a perfect oval. His throbbing cock slid easily into her mouth. It was only her second time, and it thrilled her more than she thought it would, even though she had imagined it happening again ever since the old man. It felt all spongy and alive and hot and she took it deeper.

"Oh Christ!" Mark groaned, "You never would do this before." He had really wanted to fuck her, but this was too good, and he decided to hold her in place and shoot his cum all the way to her stomach. She had his cock all the way in her mouth, the head shoved deep into the confines of her throat and he knew he would be quick in cumming.

Hannah thought she would gag with him in so deep, but she didn't. It was too thrilling, too exciting. He was fucking her throat like it was her cunt, and she thought she might cum again. And then she felt him stiffen and ram deeper. She wanted to pull away - he was cumming! She let him hold her tight to his groin until his coarse pubic hair was plastered against her face. She wanted his cum in her mouth and down her throat. The throbbing prick exploded and a huge gob of wet, slick cum invaded her throat. More poured out as he fucked her face until his cock backed up into her mouth. It was hot-tasting and salty. She swallowed the cum and sucked for more until the last, long string oozed down her throat. When he pulled his fat cock from her throat, she came again, not violently like when he sucked her, but a slow, satisfying orgasm like she had never before experienced.

Mark stood gasping, his cock leaking onto her bare breasts. "You never did that before, baby. Goddamn, that was good!"

"Do you want to fuck me now?" Hannah said softly, wanting him to fuck her now.

"What with?" he giggled. "This piece of spaghetti?" His cock was hanging like an old inner tube.

The sound of footsteps on the porch sent Hannah to her feet. "My God, Mark, it's mom and dad home from the movies."

Mark stuffed himself in and fumbled hastily at the zipper on his pants.

"Mark, they can't find you in here with me alone. It won't look right, and you know my dad."

"Indeed I do." Mark cried. He had gotten more than one ass chewing from her old man just for bringing her home a little late. He was wild man when he was mad. "I better get out the back door."

"They'll see you in the hall. Quick, into my bedroom. We'll turn the lights out and they'll think I'm asleep. You can slip out after they go to bed."

Mark dashed for her room. Hannah followed, then stopped, went back and grabbed her panties from the floor, also the half-empty jug from the couch. She heard her father's voice in the hall. Her heart pounded wildly when at last she pushed the door to her room closed behind her. Mark lay down on the floor on the far side of the bed, his heart beating a tattoo against his chest. Her sonofabitchin' old man would kill him if he found him in here. Hannah crossed the room quietly and crawled onto her bed and under the covers. They heard quiet talking for a while, and then a soft rap on the door. The door opened and her father looked in. "She's sound asleep." he said, and closed the door. A gasp of relief dribbled wetly from Mark's trembling lips. With effort he calmed his shaking body and finally lay quietly in the darkness.

Hannah's hand crept over the edge of the bed and found his face.

"Come up in bed with me." she said.

"Are you out of your mind?" Mark hissed.

"He won't come back." she reassured him. "It's more comfortable up here with me."

Mark lay still for several minutes listening to her heavy breathing and finally got to his knees. His hands searched for her under the covers. They found her. She was naked, and she was playing with herself. She felt his hand on her belly and reached up and pulled it into her hairy crotch.

"Fuck me, Mark." she said softly, nuzzling his fingers into her cunt.

"Are you kidding?" he said. "I don't think I'll ever be able to get it up again, besides, I'm getting the hell out of here."

"You'd better wait a little while to be sure they're asleep. Come on up here with me."

He reluctantly got up and crawled under the covers, clothes, shoes and all. Her hand went immediately to his fly and unzipped. He was soft and limp, even in her warm, moving hand.

"Ouch! You got the hair caught in the goddamn zipper." he cried, pulling away from her.

"You talk a little different, now that you've had your way."

"You pulled it all out of me, baby."

"I sure did, didn't I?" she said proudly. "Kiss me."

"Not after what you did."

Hannah sat bolt upright. "After what I did?" she cried.

"You sucked me off, kid. You're a cocksucker."

"You dirty bastard. You said you'd never call me that when you used to beg me to do it to you."

"Well, you sucked my cock. Didn't you?"

"Yes, but."

"Then you're a cocksucker. Plain and simple."

"You rotten son-of-a-bitch." she cried, her voice getting shrill and loud.

"Shut up or you'll get your old man in here."

"Like hell I'll shut up."

He pulled her back down and kissed her, anything to close her yapping mouth. She relaxed immediately, her bare leg going over his hip. He felt a stirring in his loins.

"I'm getting the hell out of here. I'm too young to die." he said, struggling out of her grasp and onto his feet.

He eluded her lunge and went around the bed and gently opened the door. It looked clear so he tiptoed down the hall to the front door. It opened quietly and he was outside before he realized she was right behind him. She followed him across the porch and down the steps, where he finally stopped and turned.

"Christ, Hannah, get back in the house. You're bare-ass naked!"

She threw her arms around his neck. "Don't leave me now, Teddy. I need a fuck!" she cried.

"Get away from me, you nutty broad. You're drunk and all screwed up." He struggled to get away from her, but she clung to his neck. They were almost to the street when he finally went down in the grass, flat on his back with Hannah on top of him.

"Now I've got you, Mark Drucker, and I'm going to fuck you." she said, her hand tearing at his fly.

It was a bright, clear moonlit night with the crisp coldness of winter nearing. She looked like a sex goddess bathed in the pale yellow moonlight.

Mark looked at her heavy tits and then down at his crotch where his cock was rising from his open fly. It was hard as a iron bar.

"Okay, baby, fuck me." he said, "Fuck me right out here in the street where all your neighbors can watch."

She groaned, pointing his prick toward her cunt, and slowly let her weight down on him. His cock sunk to the hilt in her wet cunt. She lay across him and started humping, lifting up until he was almost out and then back down to engulf his cock all the way.

"God, Mark, it's so good, just like old times. Let's go all the way, even if I'm not on the pill now. Fill me up with your spunk and make me a baby. God, make me a baby! Shove it into me, Mark... style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  fuck me, fuck me, knock me up you bastard! It feels so damn good, honey!"

Mark agreed, it did feel damn good. Her cunt seemed to open and close around his cock without ever letting go. "Are you really going to marry this Brian guy? He's a jerk." Mark said.

Hannah wished for a minute that she had his cock in her mouth so she could bite it for saying such an ugly thing. "Yes." she moaned, "yes, he's my true love." She increased her speed, feeling her orgasm near, her whole body tingling at the expectation.

"You don't have a true love, unless it's a hard cock, any hard cock. You're a little slut, Hannah, a cock-hungry slut and you'll never be faithful to him." Mark said, feeling the jolt nearing in his own balls.

He's just trying to hurt me because I'm marrying someone else, she thought, his cock filling her with a thrilling excitement. And I will be faithful to my husband, I know I will. Mark is just jealous.

"Stop for a minute, Mark. I don't want you to cum yet." she said, lying perfectly still. "Let's roll over so you'll be on top. I want you to be fucking me hard when you cum, and I want it all inside me."

They rolled over, the cold grass sending chills up her spine. "Fuck me hard, honey, it's the last time for us." she said, throwing her legs up around him.

"Last time, my ass." Mark growled, ramming roughly into her. "I'll bet that the first time I see you after your marriage you'll open your legs to me."

"You'll lose, Mark. I won't ever cheat once I'm married." she said, rolling her hips to meet his thrusts. "What do you want to bet?"

"I'll bet... I'll bet a good cunt-lapping against a first class blowjob like you gave me earlier."

"You bastard, you can't lose a bet like that." she giggled, "But you're on, it's a bet. Oooooh, honey, fuck me.... faster, I'm about to cum!"

The thought of Mark mouthing her cunt after she was married was bringing her off, even though she knew she would never let him do such a thing. And she imagined she could still taste his stringy cum in her mouth and what it would taste like if she lost her bet, which she wouldn't, and started cumming. She jerked wildly, little grunts of pleasure slipping from her lips as the heavenly feeling that she needed so much now tore into her quivering belly. Mark felt her cunt tighten around his prick and started cumming, his cum splashing into her cunt. Hannah felt the wet stuff filling her and came again.

"Oh, Mark, that was wonderful. I love you, darling." she moaned, still hunching against him.

Mark jerked out. "Sure you do, baby. Like so much shit." he sneered. "You love my hard cock, that's what you love." He got to his feet and tucked himself away, carefully zipping up his pants.

"Next time I'm in town, I'll drop by when your husband is gone and fuck you again... for old times' sake. And if I feel up to it afterwards I'll collect my bet." He walked down the street to where his car was parked and drove away.

Hannah lay on the damp grass for several minutes before she felt the icy cold against her bare backside. She got to her feet and went back into the house.

In the safety of her room, she started to cry, deciding that Mark was a real bastard, a first class son-of-a-bitch. He had used her, used her for his own male gratification. She was an innocent pawn, raped and defiled, unfit to enter her marriage dressed in white. She found the half-empty jug and lay down on her bed and took a long drink. It was hot and raw, burning all the way down; she took another. Too much whiskey did strange things to her. Her mind seemed disjointed and fuzzy, unable to separate the real from the fantasy. She opened her legs and nudged the thick lip of the whiskey bottle into her cunt. She hunched eagerly against the cold, glass, prick-like thing and wondered what Brian was doing, certain that he hadn't spent the evening like she had. The bottle came from her cunt to her mouth and she took another long pull on its contents. She found her pussy again and pushed the long glass cock back into her cunt.

"Oh, honey, that's nice... feels so good." she moaned. Deeper and deeper it went.

The tears came back to her eyes and she wondered why a nice boy like Mark Drucker would force his way into her parents' home and rape her on the eve of her wedding, rape her like a wild beast, force her against her will to behave like a wanton slut.

Her hand was moving rapidly now, the bottle deep in her hairy cunt. "Oh, Teddy, darling, that feels so good. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me... never stop... make me cum!" she cried.

Her orgasm started hard and ended hard, sending her body into a spasm of pleasure. "Oh, goddamn, I love that feeling!" she screamed, the last of the whiskey draining from the bottle into her soggy cunt.

The wedding was small but lavish, a good deal more expensive than Art Sizemore could afford, but he only had one daughter to give and she was marrying a rich man. He had his pride.

The bride was beautiful, and she wore a gown cut low at the bodice and done in white lace. Her huge, innocent blue eyes proved her virginity; her sensuous, cherry-red lips told it was a lie. She was badly hungover, too, but that didn't show.

A select few attended the wedding, but the reception held at the Breedan mansion was a throng of sweating, talking bodies, most of them friends of the Richardsons. After all, Brian Breedan had finally taken a wife, a gorgeous young creature who was the picture of innocence and virginity. Of course, even pictures lie sometimes.

In the reception line, where Hannah was well kissed, she wished her gown hadn't been so low cut. Her ample tits squeezed up into the scoop neckline as though both boobies wanted out, and the homage paid by most of the men and even some of the women seemed directed to the deep valley lying between the smooth hills. Later, on the dance floor, she wished it was cut even lower. The look in a man's eye that was kindled by a fat, smooth pair of tits turned her on, and she was realizing more and more that she liked to be turned on. Hannah fantasized about the men as they kissed her. The best man kissed her lightly on the cheek, yet she was sure he would be fan-fucking-tastic in bed. The pretty boy who had taken Natalie home from the shower held her cheeks in his palms and kissed her hard on the mouth, but he was surely a phony gigolo, maybe even a queer. And then there was Cedric Lewis, Natalie's husband, a big, ugly brute of a man, yet excitingly masculine; he kissed her on the mouth, too, and had the audacity to use his tongue. She chided herself because it excited her. Yet the biggest surprise, was her newly acquired sister-in-law, Natalie, who took Hannah's hand and placed it on her swelling tummy and then kissed her on the lips, her tongue gliding softly softly out for an instant. "I think I like you, after all." Natalie whispered.

When the line ended, her mother-in-law patted her on the cheek and her father-in-law held her soft hands and kissed her lightly on the opposite cheek. The dirty, hypocritical old goat, Hannah thought, feeling his finger slide back and forth against her palm. With the preliminaries out of the way, the champagne flowed. Several brimming glassfuls did wonders for Hannah's hangover. It made her feel good, and sensual, and desirable, and she wished her bodice was even lower. She liked to be admired by male eyes. There was a grand march, and then the first dance with her husband. He held her tightly and told her he loved her. She told him she loved him, too, and would make him a good wife. And then she danced with her father-in-law Claude, who pinned a hundred-dollar bill to her snow white gown and kissed her, this time on the lips. After that, it was a mad whirl, a glass of champagne and a dance with another man and then another glass of bubbly. By the time Cedric Lewis got his turn, her gown was covered with green bills. She smiled foolishly and her lipstick was badly smeared.

He pinned a five-hundred-dollar bill on the swell of her left breast, his fingers drifting momentarily onto the soft skin and into the deep cleft. "I've been saving this for you, honey, ever since I first saw you. And you're going to be worth every cent." he said, pulling her into his arms.

Hannah was sure she knew what he meant and blushed, and then rejected the idea completely. As they danced she imagined she could feel his heavy cock against her thigh through the lace and many petticoats, and tried to reject that, too. But that was more difficult to reject, because she could feel his prick - it was long and it was hard, and it excited her. For some strange reason, not even known to herself, she had worn no panties or underwear of any kind under her wedding gown and she felt the moisture from her twitching cunt wetting the insides of her thighs. When the music stopped she curtsied low, and Cedric Lewis looked flagrantly down the front of her gown. She looked wickedly into his eyes and without thinking, said, "Do you like what you see?"

"Very much," he replied, "only I want to see more, much more."

"Perhaps... another time, another place." she said carelessly.

Hannah knew she was being foolish, but the champagne had made her feel so giddy, and besides, a little harmless flirting was a girl's right, even on her wedding day. He would know she was just teasing and meant nothing by it. She was a married woman now and off limits to all these drooling men. It did thrill her, though, to think that she could excite them so much.

And then it was time to go, time to change from her white gown and flee with her husband to consummate her marriage, a ritual that little Hannah was more than ready for. Natalie was to help her get ready, but Natalie was nowhere to be found.

"She went up to lie down. The poor darling was exhausted from all the excitement - her condition, you know," a fat, matronly aunt told her, giving her a good imitation of a bear hug. "She said she will be in your room and just to rouse her. Would you like for me to come with you?"

"No, thank you. I'll find her." Hannah said.

Hannah raced up the circular stairway and down the long hall to the room where her trousseau was waiting. Natalie wasn't there. Hannah bit at her lower lip; where could Natalie be? She knew she could never get ready in her condition, and then she heard the sounds from the adjoining room. The door was ajar. She stepped to the door and found Natalie. Natalie wasn't lying down. She was on all fours. And she certainly wasn't exhausted, not yet at least. She was getting fucked... bare-ass naked on all four getting fucked doggy-style. The pretty young gigolo that Hannah had thought might be gay, was also naked, and he was on his knees behind Natalie, sawing his long, hard cock slowly in and out of her juicy cunt. He lunged in to the hilt and then pulled out until only the head was lodged, only to slowly push all the way in again. Natalie moaned loudly each time he went in and then again when he pulled out. His cock was very long, stretching at least ten inches.

"My God." Hannah mumbled softly, "his prick is so long. It... it must feel wonderful." She swallowed hard, a tingly lump of excitement forming in her belly, and she felt wet and sticky between her thighs. "Oh, my God." she said again.

The gigolo was slumped over her now, fucking hard, his arms around her, a fat drooping tit in each hand. Natalie grunted and hunched back against his every thrust.

"Fuck me, Dougie, fuck me hard." Natalie cried. "Make me cum, honey, please make me cum... I want to cum so bad." She was rocking back and forth on her hands and knees like a wooden hobby horse in full tilt. "I love it so... I'm hot for it all the time now. The pregnanter I get, the hotter I get! Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me, make me cum! Oh, sweet Jesus Christ, do it faster, faster... I'm getting close!"

Hannah was so enthralled by the wild sight that she didn't hear Cedric Lewis come up behind her. He reached around her from behind and cupped her breasts in his big hands.

"Wild, huh?" Cedric said, forcing two fingers into the front of her gown. "The most exciting thing in the world is to watch a beautiful woman in rut."

Hannah couldn't turn, he held her too tightly, but she knew who it was. "She... she's your wife, and she's pregnant." Hannah gasped.

"Yes." Cedric said. His two fingers were caressing her nipple. It grew hard and hot.

She tried to jerk free and failed. "Cedric, please let me go. Brian will be waiting. I have to get ready for my honeymoon."

"Your honeymoon has already started, honey." Cedric said. He pushed her blonde locks to the side and pressed his mouth to her neck. Hannah gasped, her round little ass going back against his groin.

Cedric pushed the strap off one of her shoulders and forced the front of her gown over her breast. The scanty uplift bra offered little restraint and the soft globe popped free. The nipple stood out dark and hard.

"Cedric, stop... stop. You'll tear my gown." Hannah cried.

"Not if you stop struggling." he answered, one hand cupping her free tit, the other pushing the opposite strap off her shoulder.

She had stopped struggling the moment his big hand had cupped her breast.

He had both of her tits free now, her gown and bra pushed down to her waist, her hands pinned to her sides by the straps. He nuzzled at her neck and shoulder, both of his hands gently massaging her heaving breasts.

"You're so lovely, Hannah. I've wanted you from the instant Brian brought you into this house. We've got to do it. I have to be the first of your married life."

Hannah turned her head and Cedric's lips met hers. It was awkward, yet a deep and satisfying kiss. She jerked her mouth free. "No, Cedric, no! We mustn't!" she cried, knowing her resistance was all but gone.

She tried to drown the consuming fire between her legs by looking into the next room. It didn't help; Natalie was obviously cumming. She was jerking wildly and crying out and the drool was running from her mouth.

"She's cumming, Hannah. Look at her! She loves it, and you will, too." Cedric whispered, hunching against her ass. "Look at that long-cocked bastard fuck her. Watch it, Hannah. Watch him push that prick up her pussy until you're so hot you can't stand it to have yours empty."

"I can't stand it now." she blurted. Her hands, pinned to her sides, had inched backwards until both were on his thighs, and then she held his rigid cock through his trousers. It was massive, a long, thick gristle like she had never imagined. It was the biggest cock her hands had ever felt.

Cedric released one of her tits and reached down and opened his pants. He got his cock out and let fall into her waiting hand. "Watch them, Hannah. He's about to cum, too." he said, the feel of her so hand marvelous as she pushed the thick foreskin over the knob of his g1ans.

In the next room, Doug stopped just before he came and jerked out. He pushed Natalie off her knees and rolled her over. Moving quickly over her body, he straddled her, pulled on his prick, and started spurting onto her face. Natalie opened her mouth and grabbed at his jerking prick. She got it in after only two spurts and drank hungrily of his slippery cum.

"Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God!" Hannah gasped, her hand moving up and down on Cedric's cock.

"Are you ready for my cock, Hannah?" Cedric asked.

"Oh, yes, yes, I want it. fuck me, Cedric! " Hannah cried.

He released her and turned her to face him. "Pull your arms free and put them around me. Your honeymoon is about to begin."

She did as he said, her arms going around his neck to pull his mouth down to hers. She suckled hungrily on his tongue, which was long and thick, and hunched herself against his groin, imagining his cock going right through her wedding gown. She had only felt it and wanted to see it and kiss it and suck it.

"Undress me, Cedric! Bare my body and then fuck me!" she cried.

Cedric led her to the bed and then bent over to grasp the hem of her gown. "No, Hannah, I'll just lift it up. I want to fuck you in your wedding dress, then when you take it out a hundred years from now for old times' sake, you'll remember your first wedded fuck... and me." He straightened, bringing the dress up with him. He gasped. "My God, you're naked under there! You got married to Brian Breedan without any pants." He held the dress high, laughing, crisp bills falling to the floor, and pushed her back onto the bed.

She was hidden by the full skirt, except for her long legs, wide apart, and her furry cunt, shining wet and open for action.

"First a kiss." he said, kneeling, "but only a short one - we haven't much time." His face went between her open legs and his mouth to her cunt.

Hannah cried out as his tongue entered her pussy. She then pushed against him, her legs spreading even wider. But he stopped and lifted up. "Don't stop, please, do it some more." she moaned.

"No. Now I fuck the little bride." he said, and came down on top of her.

He fitted his cock into the mouth of her cunt and pushed in. The fat g1ans spread her pussy lips and plopped inside. He pushed on into the slippery tunnel until there was ten inches of fat, hard prick inside her cunt.

"You weren't a virgin, little bride, you weren't a virgin." he chuckled.

"Oh, Cedric, that's good... so good." she moaned softly, her hips moving in time with his slow thrusting.

She hadn't gotten to see it, and she had wanted to see it, but she was feeling it. Oh, was she feeling it, and that was what it was all about. It felt so good it almost hurt, and she enjoyed that, too. Her pussy was made for a prick; she knew that now, and lay back and let the good feeling consume her. Her eyes were closed and she imagined his huge cock, long and hard, the huge veins standing out in relief and the head all red and shining and monstrous looking, the big hole in the end covered with its cum, sticky and wet. She could almost taste it and wanted it against her lips spitting its awful cum into her slavering mouth. Her first orgasm left her with a hollow and empty feeling, and the second, cumming very quickly, left her tingly and excited and anticipating the third. The third one held off, lingering hungrily in the pit of her stomach until she was screaming for its release. She jerked wildly, trying to get him deeper, until his zipper cut cruelly into her soft thighs. The greedy bastard didn't even take down his pants, she thought, but soon forgot about it as her third and most satisfying orgasm split her open. Her legs went around his back and she hunched into him like a wild mare fighting the bit - only she wanted it in, not out. His ten inches only made her want more.

Cedric felt the charge from his balls and grunted. The thick cum spurted into her cunt in huge white gobs. He pulled out until only the cockhead was still buried. "You get every drop, baby, every last drop goes in your tight little cunt." he gasped, milking the thick knob back and forth in her pussy. Her puffy pussylips clung to his cock and sucked at the few remaining strands of cum, drawing them out and swallowing them up deep into her belly.

"You're one fine fuck, little Hannah! That Brian is a lucky man." he said, rising to his feet. "We'll have to do this again sometime."

Hannah sat up and stared at his prick. it was still huge, though shriveling fast. "Anytime you say." she said, still under the hypnosis of sex. She reached out and encircled his pecker. "It was good, Cedric, God, but it was good."

He reknotted his tie while she fondled his prick. "You're a hot little cunt, baby. I really think you could get me up again, but your husband is going to start wondering where you are, so I think I'll split."

Hannah sat on the edge of the bed and watched him walk from the room. She sat silently for several minutes, trying to remember just how it had happened. "Well, Hannah, you did it again." she finally said aloud, a feeling of repugnance making her shiver. "And this time on your wedding day, before you even got out of your wedding gown. I didn't want him to do it, but I actually enjoyed it, thrilled to it. Is there no end to this insanity?"

Hannah continued to sit, slowly rationalizing her most recent infidelity. Cedric had attacked and seduced her. It wasn't her fault. Actually, it was really quite harmless. She hadn't instigated it, and it didn't hurt Brian; she wasn't a virgin, anyway. Maybe she couldn't have enjoyed it so much, but hell, fucking was fun. Besides, the harm was already done, if there was any harm, and she certainly wasn't going to make a practice of it. It was a one-time accident, just one of those innocent things that seem to happen. She wasn't loose. Not really, and she was determined to be a good wife. Wasn't she? She got to her feet then, feeling better, but her legs felt wobbly and she almost fell. She leaned against the wall and let her wedding gown fall back in place. The slimy cum of Cedric Lewis slowly leaked from her cunt, wetting the insides of her thighs. She knew she should wash, but decided not to; she liked the wet feel between her legs with the hair all curly and moist.

She stripped the gown from her body and left it in a heap beside the bed. Luckily, the clothes for her wedding trip had been laid out across the foot of the bed and were not mussed up from her recent fucking. She pulled on the brief panties and let the waist band snap against her flat belly. The crotch soaked up immediately. What a marvelous feeling, she thought. She was sitting at the mirror brushing her hair when Natalie came into the room. Natalie's eyes opened wide. Hannah was still wearing only her panties.

Natalie was once again dressed in her fantastically chic maternity suit and walked over to Hannah as if nothing had happened. "My, you have a marvelous figure, Hannah." she said, her eyes slits of jealousy, or perhaps of lust.

Hannah looked up at her new sister-in-law and wondered if she knew, wondered if she and her gigolo had stood and watched like she and Cedric had done. She felt very nervous and started to blush.

"Here, let me do that." Natalie said, taking the brush from Hannah's hand. "You'd better hurry. Brian will be wondering where you are."

Hannah decided that she liked her new sister-in-law after all.

When she was ready and found her husband, he was chattering with a group of older men. He noticed her after she had been standing at his side for several minutes. "You ready already, dear? Looks like I married myself a fast little gal." he said.

Natalie, who was standing beside Hannah, covered a gagging sound with a cough.

"We'll have a toast to the newlyweds before you go." old man Breedan said, summoning a servant to bring the champagne.

The toast turned into two and three and then four. Hannah felt the drink revitalizing her urges. She snuggled up to her husband and pulled his head down to her lips. "I'm getting drunk, Brian, and I feel passionate. Take me to bed." she whispered.

"We'd better wait until we get to the hotel." he said with a laugh. He turned to the men standing with champagne glasses in their hands. "And now, gentlemen, we must go." he said.

He took his bride by the arm and ushered her from the room. He was feeling his urges, too.

The newlyweds got into their car, which had been carefully hidden, and roared from the garage, making a clean getaway. Hannah watched him gear the powerful machine down to drive carefully through the heavy city traffic, but once on the freeway he mashed his foot to the floor. The sleek automobile went quickly to ninety. They were to spend their honeymoon at a posh, very selective resort hotel in the mountains a hundred or so miles from the city, and Brian was in a hurry. He had bottled his urges long enough, and now that she was his, the bed that awaited them seemed much too far away. The low slung sports car was made for speed, and at a hundred and ten, the outside world was nothing more than a blur. Brian seemed like a different man behind the wheel, no longer the conservative, intense young lawyer. The combination of too much champagne and too much speed excited Hannah terribly and she felt isolated belted to her bucket seat by herself.

"If that damn console wasn't in the way, I'd be all over you, Brian Breedan." she cried, reaching out to grip his thigh.

"If I had known that, I'd have ripped it out before we left." he said. He noticed the flushed look on her face and knew the speed was exciting her; it had always worked on other girls, why not Hannah? He took his foot from the accelerator. "I'll stop and take the top off. It's more exciting that way.

Brian steered onto the soft shoulder and slammed on the brakes, the car fishtailing and chewing dirt for fifty feet. Hannah's heart pounded; she had never ridden in a car so fast or stopped so recklessly.

"Unbuckle and stretch your legs, honey. This will take a few minutes." he said.

Brian was not quite the prim, mousy creature that he had led Hannah to believe. He had used his money and manners and good looks to lay quite a few chicks along the way, usually when he was out of town. But none of them had affected him like Hannah. She seemed so pure and sweet, so damn untouchable. It had only been in the past few days that he had begun to suspect any differently. Things he had heard - which he refused to listen to - and then little mannerisms and things she said herself. Perhaps she wasn't quite the pure little cherry that he had been holding up there on that pedestal. So what? He still loved her and could forgive and forget any foolish transgressions she had committed before they met. After all, he hadn't been perfect himself.

He finished with the top and got in his seat. Hannah crawled into her seat on her knees and, leaning across the inhibiting console, put her arms around his neck and started kissing the side of his face. The gear shift pressed into her just below her belly button and felt like a hard cock with a massive head. The knob ground into her belly, making her hotter. She let one hand slide down his chest and over his stomach to his crotch. "I want you, mister." she said.

"I want you, too, but we're less than an hour from the hotel. We can wait until then." Brian said.

They kissed passionately, and somehow the knob on the gear shift got under Hannah's dress between her thighs. She pressed herself against the hard intruder, moaning into her husband's mouth. The knob spread her cuntlips and pushed the thin panties deep into her slit.

"Oh, darling, I'm so hot. I want you so much." she hissed.

Brian was hot too, his hardon pressing against her hand. He wanted her so bad he was beginning to hurt, yet he held back, afraid to discover too soon that she wasn't the virgin he had once thought. And if she knew how to get into a position to take his cock in a car this small, well... she knew too damn much, and he didn't want to know.

"Sit back down and buckle up." he snapped.

She gulped and pulled away, letting the gear shift knob slide through her wet slit. Breathing hard and within inches of an orgasm, she settled into her seat and hooked the buckle on her safety belt. Damn him, she thought, if he doesn't want it, he could have at least let me finish myself off on his car.

The dirt and gravel flew for a hundred yards as the machine ripped back onto the I pavement. It snapped Hannah's head back like a solid punch on the jaw. When they entered the foothills that would soon turn to ragged mountains they were going over a hundred miles an hour. Hannah sobbed with excitement as the powerful racer cornered the ever increasing curves.

Brian looked at his bride and grinned knowingly. He was beginning to like the idea that maybe she wasn't the prudish little cherry that he had thought. "If you want a real kick, open the little vent there in front of you and then slide down a little and pull your pants off. At this speed, it really feels good." he shouted above the howling wind.

Hannah looked at him as if wondering if he was testing her, then pulled open the vent. The wind blew her thick blonde hair straight back as she unhooked the belt. Without a glance in his direction, she reached under her skirt and jerked her panties down her legs. She slid down and her skirt flew up. She drew in a gasp of air, her feet pushing to get the restricting panties down her legs. She slid down and her skirt flew up. She drew in a gasp of air, her feet pushing to get the restricting panties off, and then opened her knees. Brian got his first look at his wife's delicious muff.

She's no prude, he thought. He reached over and laid his hand on the fluffy mess of soft hair.

"I like that, Brian, but you'd better keep both hands on the wheel at this speed." she yelled, lifting herself against his hand.

"A hundred and eighteen." he corrected.

They hit a hairpin curve at that instant. Brian hit the brakes and jerked the wheel. The car went into a spin, sliding into soft dirt, inches from the tiny barricade separating them from a hundred foot drop, then back onto the asphalt. They spun around three times, the tires screaming in protest, white smoke billowing behind them. On the last spin he hit the gas and the car lurched straight ahead.

"That was a close one!" Brian said, softly, gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles were bone white.

Hannah had her head thrown back, her eyes closed, and she was gasping through clenched teeth. "Oh, Brian!" she cried, "I'm... I'm wetting myself!"

He looked over. She had slid forward, her ass completely off the seat, and she was pissing. He had never seen a girl pee before, in any situation, and it excited him. He erected immediately.

"Don't hold it back, let it go." he cried.

She let the air out of her lungs and sat up. "I'm done now. My legs are all wet and I made a mess of the car." she said.

"Hannah, you're marvelous." he said.

They topped a crest then and saw the hotel. It stood grandly in a fine haze just a couple of miles away. Brian slowed to seventy-five and banked the vehicle into the long, curved drive. He hit the brakes and slid the last seventy feet to the main entrance.

The doorman stood aghast. Brian got out calmly, walked around the car, and opened Hannah's door. The doorman stared. "Pull down your skirt, dear." Brian said. He turned to the doorman. "Send our baggage to our rooms and have the car washed out. We spilled a can of beer on that last turn." he said, then taking Hannah's hand, "Come along, dear."

The hotel was sumptuous beyond anything Hannah had ever imagined. She gawked open-mouthed.

"Close your mouth, dear." Brian said, and went up to the desk. "Brian Breedan here. My key, please." he said to the clerk. The clerk, his mouth open, handed Brian his key. Brian took Hannah's hand and led her to the elevator.

The hotel was sprawling. They had a suite of four rooms on the fourth and top floor. Their suite had a large living room with one wall entirely window, a dining room, a dressing room and bath, and an elegant bedroom with a huge four poster bed and a balcony. The balcony was directly over the swimming pool, which was carved out of a huge shelf of granite almost level with the third floor. A good diver could plunge into the pool directly from their balcony.

Hannah took a quick, breathless tour of the suite, her eyes wide with awe. She stopped in the bathroom and stared at the massive, sunken bath tub.

"Maybe I'd better take a bath first thing." she said, turning to her husband, who was standing in the door grinning. "I feel all sticky... you know where."

"No, I want to go to bed first. You can bathe later." he said.

"But Brian, it's only four o'clock. I'm not sleepy." she giggled.

Brian stepped into the bathroom and pulled her into his arms. He unzipped the back of her dress while he kissed her hard on the mouth. "I'm going to take off all your clothes and throw you on the bed and fuck you." he said.

Hannah pulled free of his grasp. "Brian! You're awful." she cried, and blushed. She was delighted that she could still blush; a bride was supposed to blush. "You'll have to catch me first." she squealed, and rushed past him and out the door.

He caught her two steps from the bed and yanked her dress down over her shoulders, pinning her arms to her sides. She remembered the same thing had happened with Cedric earlier, and felt a thrill. She was wearing the same tiny uplift bra, too.

Brian buried his face between her bulged-up breasts. They were hot and firm and tasted of sweat. He curled his tongue down into the cups in an effort to get at her nipples.

"Take it off, Brian, take off my bra." she moaned.

After a minute of fumbling, he released the catch and her tits popped free. His mouth closed over a nipple while his hand moved up under her dress to cup her bare pussy. Feeling his fingers on her cunt, she remembered that her panties were on the floor in their car, probably in a pool of piss. She blushed again, wondering what they would think at the garage. He slowly pushed her dress over her hips until it was at her knees, and then pushed her backwards onto the bed. She lay motionless, staring at him.

"I can't open my legs like this." she said.

He grabbed the rumpled skirt and pulled it off and threw it to the floor. "You can now!"

She was completely naked now and slowly opened her legs, trying desperately to look shy and inexperienced. Brian stared at her luxuriant muff and then at the red, velvety lips slowly spreading as her legs went farther apart. He dropped to the bed beside her and took her in his arms.

"Hannah, Hannah, you're so beautiful, so sexy and beautiful." he gasped, pressing his mouth to hers. "I've waited so long for this."

"I know." she said softly, her fingers working on the buttons of his shirt.

Her hand went inside his shirt, into the thick hair on his chest. Her other hand rested softly against the bulge in his pants. She wanted to reach in, to feel its hot life in her hand, but she didn't want to appear too forward, too experienced.

He felt her hand resting softly on his cock and the desire hammered at his temples. The need for her, for the use of her body, was stronger than anything he had ever experienced. He knew without ever entering her that she wasn't a virgin, and he was glad; there would be no need to be gentle. He could ram into her cunt and ejaculate with one wild lunge if he felt like it, and he felt like it.

"Take it out," he said curtly, "take it out and feel it."

Hannah buried her face against his neck and pulled at his zipper. The blood pounded in her temple, too, then she slipped her hand inside and wrapped around the rigid cock. She drew in a quick breath of air. It was bigger than she thought it would be. With proper exercise, she thought, it will be as big as his father's; it's harder right now. She held his cock firmly there inside his trousers and, in spite of her resolve to play with it innocently, started to slowly masturbate him.

He gasped with pleasure as her delicate hand caressed him. "Pull it out, baby, I need you now!" he cried.

She tugged his cock out. "Take off your pants. I need you, too!" she exclaimed.

"I can't wait that long. This one will have to be for me; your turn will come later."

And then he was on top of her. He found her slit and pushed in, her cunt peeling back his unusually long foreskin. Hannah moaned and lifted to meet his thrust, eager to get his prick all the way inside her. This one was for her, too, even if he didn't know it. They were all for her. As he sunk deeper, Cedric and his huge cock were forgotten; the cock at hand was the important one. "A prick is a prick is a... and oh, God, I love it so." she mumbled incoherently. zzz She had his shirt open and he liked the feel of her big, soft tits flattened against his hairy chest, and she was so sweaty, even in this air-conditioned room. He pounded into her savagely, and quickly felt the urge start in his nuts. He stopped, halfway pulled out.

"Go ahead, cum. I want to feel it." she gasped, already near her own orgasm.

"No! I don't want to..."

She locked her legs behind his thighs and pulled him back in. "Cum, dammit, cum!" she rasped.

He came with a grunt, his cum spurting into her cunt in wild, uncontrolled gobs. She felt the wetness and humped against him, but he was wiped out and she didn't quite make it. Brian knew she didn't make it. After all, it's the first time for us together, not separately, he thought. What does she expect? He rolled off of her and lay on his back, inhaling huge gulps of air, afraid to look at her, not wanting to see the look of disappointment he was sure was on her face. Unless a man is sure of himself, he shouldn't marry a slut, he thought. Already she was a slut, and he knew nothing of her past.

Hannah snuggled close to him, her hand sliding across his belly. "I love you, Brian." she said.

"What? " he muttered.

Her hand went to his crotch. She grasped his slippery, still half-hard prick. "You're cock is so big, honey. It felt so good in there."

He rolled to his side and took her in his arms. "Oh, baby, I love you." he said. "I'm sorry I came so quick. I just couldn't hold it. I've wanted you so long I'm just glad you don't mind my size."

"I know. And it's all right. I almost made it, and we have so many times ahead of us. And by the way, I love your size... you've got a 'real man's' cock!" She looked at him and wondered if she should say it. "You're a good fucker, Johnny, a really good fucker." she said.

He kissed her hard, forgetting that she was a slut. She made him feel ten feet tall, and he was a good fucker. He was just over anxious this time.

"I have to take a leak." he said.

She held his cock so it pointed straight up. Go ahead." she said.

"You mean right here?" he said.

"Right here. You watched me, now it's my turn to watch you."

Brian relaxed and let it go. The heavy stream arched up into the air and fell back onto his belly, onto her hand, onto the bed. They started laughing and he pissed some more. It excited Hannah to watch a man piss, and even more so when she held his dong while he did it.

They took a bath together and dressed and went down to dinner. They followed dessert with a couple of drinks. "Should I have some champagne sent up to our room?" Brian asked.

"No, I think... I think I'd rather have Scotch. Champagne makes me pee." she said.

They went into fits of giggling and everyone in the dining room stared.

"I'm glad we didn't get killed back there on that curve. We'd have missed all this." Brian said.

"Me, too." Hannah said.

When they got back to their suite, it was only seven o'clock. An elaborate bar had already been set up with liquor of all kinds, especially lots of expensive Scotch.

They had a drink and then Brian got restless. "Let's go for a walk. I need to work that big meal down. I'm not used to eating so heavily at night." Brian said.

"I am." Hannah said. "I like the heavy, drowsy feeling it gives me. You go ahead and take your walk. Maybe I'll take a little nap while you're gone.

"You're sure you don't mind?" he asked.

"Mind? I insist." she answered.

After he had gone, Hannah looked at the bed and saw the stained spread. She grabbed it by one corner and gave it a jerk, letting it fall in a heap on the floor. "We don't need this thing, anyway. He'll find a way to keep me warm." She flopped onto the bed.

She tried, but couldn't sleep and finally got up and went to the bar and mixed herself a strong Scotch and water with no ice. The liquor warmed her immediately. She liked the feeling and quickly finished the drink. She made herself another and stepped onto the balcony.

Sounds from the pool drifted in the thin mountain air. She went to the edge and looked down at the dozen or so people in and around the pool. It struck her how safe and secure she was in her ivory tower above them all, and then she took off her blouse, and then her bra. It thrilled her to think that if anyone looked up they could see her. She removed her panties and lifted her skirt to the cool evening air. It was very exciting.

She went back inside and mixed her third drink, leaving her skirt on the floor behind the bar. She slipped into a pair of heels and put on a short, frilly dressing gown. It was sheer and very close to see-through. She was pleasantly drunk now, and wondered when Brian would return.

There was a knock at the door and she giggled. "The silly boy forgot his key." she said. She quickly downed her drink and went to the door, swaying slightly.

It was a bellboy.

"What-what do you want?" she said, a blush burning her cheeks.

"I-I-I," the boy stammered.

Hannah felt the excitement churning inside her body. "Well?" she said, trying to sound stern.

"I-I was just checking to see if there was anything you needed." he said.

"No." Hannah said, "not right now, anyway."

The boy stood and looked at her. Hannah knew her cherry nipples were plainly in view, especially the way they were thrusting out all hard and excited. And her precious hairy mound was there for him to look at, too; maybe a little indistinct and wispy, but it was there.

"You're staring." she said.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I... well." he sputtered.

He called her ma'am. She giggled. He was only eighteen or nineteen, the same as she, and he called her ma'am. "You'll have to go. My husband will be back soon." she said.

The boy's face was red, and he turned to leave.

"Wait!" Hannah cried.

The boy turned back to face the door. Hannah took the bottom of her gown and lifted it up above her navel. He stared at her displayed cunt. She slammed the door shut, her heart pounding with wild excitement.

She went to the bar and poured some Scotch into her glass, her hand shaking, and then went to the bed and sat down.

"The nervy little bastard! He just stood there and stared at me." she said. One of her hands had crept between her thighs. She felt the wetness and pushed a finger into her cunt. "He was kind of cute, though."

She finished the Scotch and took off the gown and lay back on the bed. She lay on her back with her knees up and her feet squarely on the bed and masturbated slowly. As the delicious tendrils of sexual excitement moved through her belly, she decided not to tell Brian what had happened; he might not understand. When Brian returned she was lying naked on the bed. He looked at her all spread out and felt a thrill. The urge to do something he never had, but had wanted to, hit him. He wanted to kiss her pussy. She was asleep and would never know. It was a perverted thing to do, but he wanted to desperately, and she would be none the wiser. He eased to his knees at the foot of the bed. Creeping up over the bed, he gently opened her legs and lowered his lips to her thigh. It was terribly thrilling and he started kissing first one thigh and then the other, pushing her legs farther apart as he moved upwards.

"Ummmm." Hannah moaned, instinctively lifting her ass from the bed. She had passed out, but the feel of a man's lips near her pussy started her juices flowing. Her cunt came open like the petals of a flower, ready to receive his tongue.

Brian smelled the delicious aroma of sex and slid his tongue into the narrow groove where her legs joined her torso. He wetted it freely and then moved across her puffy cuntlips to the groove on the other side. Hannah's cuntlips were already open and waiting when he finally slid his tongue into the deep cleft. It was wet and slippery in there and strong to the taste. Hannah's hips started moving with his licking and she was moaning softly, her hands coming down to tangle in his thick head of hair. My God, she likes it; the little slut likes it, Brian thought. Nice girls aren't supposed to even know about things like this, let alone enjoy it. He disregarded the fact that he was enjoying it, too, and that he was the one who had his mouth glued to her cunt. And then she was cumming. He knew she was cumming - her ass lifted from the bed, her legs clamped against his face, she was moaning and crying out. Hannah was cumming from the stimulation of his tongue, and she was cumming hard. He pushed his tongue deeper into her pussy and sucked in the juices flowing from her cunt.

When she went limp, he raised to his feet. He stood beside the bed, grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her face up to his. "Kiss me, you cunt." he said, pressing his slime covered mouth against hers. Her eyes remained closed, her body limp.

"You're drunk, dead drunk." he cried. "You got loaded while I was gone!"

Her eyes fluttered open. "Loaded, got loaded, she muttered. "Need 'nother drink, honey. Get Hannah 'nother drink."

"I'll give you a drink, you bitch." Brian snarled, tearing open his fly. His prick was hard and rearing. He looked down, almost surprised that he was stiff. "If you want something to drink, take this and maybe it will give you something." He held her up by her hair and prodded at her lips with his cock.

Her mouth opened to his cock, her arms closing around his thighs. The head of his cock slipped easily into her mouth, and she instinctively started sucking, her tongue pulling his foreskin back off the head. It seemed a rich man like Brian Breedan could afford to be circumcised, she thought, although she liked it this way. His cock had such a strong taste and it was so pleasurable to push his foreskin back and reveal the crimson head all naked and alive. Hannah's numbed brain knew she was sucking a cock and she knew the reward for sucking a cock was what she wanted - the hot, sometimes salty, taste of cum. One arm released its grip on his leg and her hand found his prick. She started masturbating the portion of his prick that wasn't in her mouth.

"You filthy bitch," Brian stormed, "you want me to cum in your mouth, you filthy, drunken bitch!" He had intended to piss in her mouth, but his hardon wouldn't let him. And then he wanted to cum in her mouth, wanted to cum in her mouth, wanted to look down on her and watch her swallow the cum that poured from the end of his cock, wanted to see her degrade herself by drinking his sexual juice.

Hannah felt his cock grow rigid and push deeper into her mouth; her reward was at hand. And then his cum filled her mouth, gob after gob spurting wildly into her precious gullet. She swallowed and sucked for more while he scoffed at her with filthy words and fucked into her mouth like it was the cunt of a whore.

He pulled free of her suctioning mouth and looked down at his prick. It was still standing erect from his trousers. Hannah fell back on the bed, her mouth opening and closing. He wanted to smash his fist into her face, but he went to the bar instead and poured whiskey into a glass.

"Here's your drink, you slut, you filthy cocksucker." he said, again lifting her by her hair. He put the glass to her lips and she gulped convulsively, her hands coming up to grip the glass.

"Fuck me, Brian. I'm so hot. Fuck me now and make me cum." she said over the rim of the glass.

She remained upright when he let go of her hair, holding the glass to her lips, gulping at its fiery contents. When it was empty she fell back, the glass falling to her belly and rolling off onto the bed and then to the floor.

Brian had his pants and shorts off by then and he looked down at her spread-eagled and ready. He felt the urge to urinate and pissed onto her golden, body. He directed the stream ' over her belly, her tits, and then onto her face. "You whore, you wanton, cock-hungry whore, you piece of shit." he yelled, his eyes full of tears, "I love you."

He fell on top of her, his fingers finding her cunt. He was hard again and his prick went into her gash. It was wet and ready and swallowed all he had to offer. He hated her because he hadn't made her cum the first time he had his cock in her belly, and a man is supposed to make his woman cum with his cock.

"I'll fuck you, Hannah, fuck you until you scream for mercy!" he cried, although he knew he couldn't.

"Yes, fuck me, Brian. I love you... now fuck me."

What a marvelous day it has been, she thought, feeling his stiff prick deep inside her. It was a beautiful wedding, her wedding, and then an exquisite fuck before she even got out of her gown, and not with her husband, but with his brother-in-law while his pregnant sister got it doggy-fashion in the next room. And the wild ride up the mountain side. What a thrill to go over a hundred miles an hour. She had to try it with herself behind the wheel sometime... soon. Even the pleasant little screw, though unfulfilling after they arrived here had been good. And now he was on top of her again, his prick throbbing in her cunt, her Brian, her own private fucker. He was fucking her and it felt good, so very good.

Her eyes were closed and she imagined it was the cute bellboy fucking her. It didn't do any harm to fantasize while her husband fucked her; he didn't know, and it made her a more excited fuck for him. The whole idea was to stimulate him and make him cum.

Her passions were aflame. Drunk as she was, she could coast like this for hours, always on the crest of a shattering orgasm. And if she slipped over the edge into the never-never land of sexual bliss, it was never quite the peak she wanted and would start the climb to the top all over again.

"Brian, Brian, Brian," she moaned, almost incoherently. "Fuck me some more, make me cum again! Oh, Christ... I'm there! Do it, do it, don't stop!"

Brian knew she was cumming and felt a sense of pride, yet he was having difficulty making it himself. He felt the contractions in her cunt when she made it.

"Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn... never came so many times before!" she wailed, easing into still another and stronger orgasm. "Love cock, love fucking!"

Brian raised up and jerked out. He rolled her over onto her stomach. She went limp like a soggy washrag. Lust twisting his face, he spread her tender ass-cheeks apart and pushed his slimy cock against her tight ass. He didn't know it, but he was finally getting his cherry - the only one she had left - her virgin ass. The pucker string was tight, but he pressed savagely until his fat cock burst inside. He grimaced with pleasure; it was so tight, so excruciatingly tight. Hannah moaned with pain, yet lifted her ass to meet his insistent pressure. A perverse pleasure accompanied the pain that cried at her tender ass, and she knew she could cum even like this. Brian knew he would come, too, but he wanted his cock all the way in first and lunged into her. When he knew he was in to his balls, he started fucking, long hard strokes, and then he was cumming, cumming like he never had before.

Hannah felt his warm cum spurting inside her ass and raised up to deepen her impalement. She giggled into the pillow, feeling like a cherry on a skewer, even though she wasn't a cherry any more, anywhere. "Come some more," she moaned, "it feels so good." She didn't know if there was any difference between an anal orgasm and a pussy orgasm, but thought there must be because it felt different. Good, but different. It didn't peak and then taper off. It made her feel good all over, warm and tingly. "Don't stop now... do it some more," she said.

But he did stop. Brian had drained his balls and all he felt now was disgust, good old Midwestern Puritan disgust. It felt so good while he was doing it. Why did it feel so bad after he was done?

"Sock it to me, baby," Hannah said. "My ass wants some more."

Brian thought he would get sick. He pulled out. He got to his feet and went out on the balcony. "Don't leave me, darling. Fuck me some more." he heard Hannah say.

He sat in a big chair. She wasn't a virgin when they got married. She was one well-fucked broad. Only nineteen and probably fucked more times than he had. He still wore his shirt and fished for a cigarette, the vision of his virginal bride fading into nothingness. He lit the cigarette and imagined a man, any man, lying on top of Hannah, his stiff cock thrust up inside her. She moaned and wriggled with pleasure, trying to get the man's prick deeper, and then all of a sudden he had pulled out and she was sucking it, sucking another man's cock. The man grunted and hunched against her beautiful face and came, pouring his filthy slime into her mouth. Hannah moaned with desire and swallowed it.

Brian drug deeply on his cigarette and looked down at his crotch. He was surprised to see that he was erected. His hand wrapped around his turgid meat. God, he thought, I haven't jerked off since I was sixteen. His hand, slid slowly, lovingly up and down on his prick. He imagined Hannah when she was nine-years old... yes, she was beautiful even then - she was at a dance class in tight, red leotards, her tits straining in the thin fabric. Girls of nine don't have tits, he thought. She was standing in a corner with a little boy; she had his cock out in her tiny hand and she was masturbating him. The little boy squirted his white stuff onto her red leotards at the same instant that Brian squirted his cum onto his hand.

He heard a noise and turned. Hannah was at the bar. She's a drunk as well as a whore, he thought. He saw her drinking straight from the bottle and then she fell down. She didn't get up. He sat for a long time before he got up and went in to where she lay.

Brian pushed his wife over with his foot. She was so lovely, so desirable, even passed out cold, maybe even dead - he didn't really care which.

She lay motionless, totally inert, while he fucked her there on the floor. It was impossible, once a night had been his best, yet he was hard and throbbing inside her juiced-up pussy. He imagined he was someone else, maybe a stupid, worthless bellboy, and ejaculated inside her. He was in a state of shock and fucked her until he came again. This time he was a pony; no, a stallion with a huge red and purple cock that split her wide open. Afterwards, he got to his knees and hit her in the face with his fist. When he laid her gently on the bed her nose was bleeding. He hit her again. He went back to the balcony and sat down. The tears wouldn't stop; he cried like a baby. He decided that he was a monster. He had used his fists on a woman, his own wife, beaten her up because she liked his prick. It was natural for a woman to like a man's prick; that's what it was all about. He had taken his little virgin bride and broken her cherry and when she liked it, he hated her for it. She was much too good for him, he decided, and fell asleep. When Hannah awakened the next morning, Brian was already up and gone. She tried to roll over and cried out. The slightest movement hurt, and her mouth was dry and her head was splitting and she needed to piss. It took several minutes to get enough courage to raise herself to a standing position. She wasn't sure what all had happened to her, but her cunt felt like hamburger and walking was a royal pain - a royal pain in the ass. After relieving herself, she went to the mirror and cried out again at what she saw. Her upper lip was crusted with dry blood and she had a black eye to end all black eyes. She washed away the blood, careful not to touch her shiner because it was badly swollen and hurt even without touching it.

Bewildered and disillusioned, she filled the huge sunken tub with hot water and let her aching body down into the soothing warmth. She was immersed, her eyes closed, when Brian returned to the suite.

He was standing beside the tub when she heard him. Her eyes flew open. "Brian! What happened to me? Look at my eye. It hurts! I'm hurt!" she cried. "You, uh... you got terribly drunk last night, darling. You fell and hit your face against the arm of a chair."

She felt confused. Why hadn't he cleaned her up and taken care of her. Why was he gone when she woke up? "And my head is splitting." she said.

"I said you got drunk. Are you too stupid to figure out that you have a hangover?" he said curtly.

That's it. He's angry with me for getting drunk on our wedding night. He hates me. "I'm so ashamed of myself." she said.

Brian turned so he wouldn't have to look at her. He was ashamed, too, but he had started the charade of what happened and he would have to carry it through.

"Would you get me an aspirin or something?" she asked timidly.

"Of course, darling." he said, and then looked at her coldly.

"You're sorry, aren't you?"

"Yes. I'm sorry, darling."

"Never again." she said softly, looking down at the water to avoid his glaring eyes.

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