John Friday - Raped and kidnapped brides

"I know, dear." Colette had never known how strong her young husband could be.

His cock had an eye-smarting scent and a rank taste that made Colette cringe. She trembled, fearful and ashamed, wishing there were some way she could begin her relationship with Rob again, and this time do it honestly.

She sucked his cock and swallowed the bitter taste, wincing as it went down. He made sounds of mild pleasure, partly satisfied because she'd humbled herself.

"Suck it all in, bitch. You've done so much bragging about bigger cocks, mine should be no problem at all!"

Colette tried, but bringing shame had clamped her velvety throat tight. Rob's angry cock was as hard to swallow as any of the others. She gulped and her throat heaved.

Cords bulged along the sides of her neck.

"Not good enough," Rob said with a yawn. "Your mother does better."

Colette's breath was like steam hot enough to scald his cock. She sucked harder, trying to ignore the taste and smell.

Rob clamped his hands back of her head and pushed all the way in, not easing the pressure even when her lips pressed into the scruff of hair around the root of his cock. He kept his prick jammed deep in her throat and felt her tongue working on the underside. He let her slide back to grab a breath, then snarled his hands in her hair and rammed into her again.

"Looks like he has that one under control," Jesse said after a moment of watching Rob forcing his silver-haired bride to swallow all his cock. "Now let's see about the other one."

Frank nodded. Cole was finished with her for the moment and had released her bound wrists. Dawn was sitting up with a dazed look on her face, rubbing the raw marks where the ropes had been.

Fabrianne was still dangling, swinging around in ever smaller circles, her head still draped and her mind dizzy. That strange sight didn't even register in her mind. Dawn was looking at her husband Tom. Jesse was shaking off the chains that had bound him in his chair.

Tom stood up slowly, his eyes narrowed and flashing with an evil gleam. "So, I'll never, never ever get to touch your sweet cunt," he hissed, mocking the sharp words she'd said to him.

"I didn't mean that, Tom. I didn't know what I was saying!"

"That's fair enough. Right now, I don't know what I'm doing." He pushed her back flat on the bed again. Dawn gasped and begged him not to tie her.

Tom climbed up on the bed, straddling her lush body, walking forward on his knees.

"Bring your hands up," he said. "Push your big tits together."

"Why, Tom?"

"Just do it!"

Dawn shivered and put one hand on the outside slope of her pillow soft tits. She pressed them together until the cleft between them narrowed to something like a hairless pussyslit.

Tom eased forward and pushed his cockhead into the slender gap. Dawn groaned, relaxing her grasp.

"Keep them together. I'm going to fuck your tits and pretend they're a virgin pussy."

"No, Tom… that's sick!"

"It's what I want to do! And I don't want to hear any more of your babbling innocent bullshit! I've seen enough to know that you like cock as much, or more than the others!"

"I can't help that, Tom. Something happened when they did those awful things to me."

"Don't say it's awful, I had to sit there in a chair and listen to my sweet little wife beg for more!"

"Yes, I did that, and I'm sorry," Tears welled, up in her eyes.

"Sorry isn't good enough! This time you're going to beg me!"

Dawn's jaw clenched. She didn't want to do that. She hated losing control of herself that way, being forced by powerful emotions to beg for things her conscience said were wrong – some thought were shamefully obscene even with her own husband.

He was rocking his hips, pumping his cock back and forth in the narrowed cleft between her luscious tits. It was as soft and warm as pussy, just not as wet. But his raging cock was still slick enough with damp cum to glide smoothly.

It caused an eerie kind of warm friction. Dawn's tits were more pliant than a cunt and they lacked the muscle and could only shiver like warm pudding.

"Turn your nipples toward the center so they rub on the sides of my cock," he told her.

"Tom, I don't think I can."

"Do it, bitch!"

Dawn adjusted her hands, spreading her fingers and pressing down until her budding nipples vanished into the slot Tom had decided to fuck.

His tawny bride moaned, refusing to believe that her husband would say or do such things. He thrust harder with his cock until the knob emerged beneath her chin. Tom pushed harder and drove until his cock hair ground on her milky white tit mounds.

That made the knob of his cock bump the soft underside of her chin. "Hhhmmm, that must be your cherry!"

Dawn groaned but the thrusting of his cock made her head nod as if to agree. He rammed harder, shaking her head even more.

"Damn, it's a stubborn little thing. I can't break through." She shuddered and moaned. The way his cock teased her nipples made them bulge and tingle as never before. It packed more warmth than fingers or thumbs and it throbbed with a pulse so vibrant that she could feel it just like the frantic beating of her own heart.

"Tilt your head and open your mouth," Tom said. "I want to fuck your mouth."

"No, Tom. I've never done anything like that."

"Good, I'll get part of you that's still cherry."

His bulbous cockhead battered her lips. Whipping back and forth between her soft tits, grating on her budding nipples, it sent fiery shocks of lewd pleasure into her cunt.

Dawn could feel it happening again, the powerful tremors of emotions beyond her control. She moaned softly and let her mouth open. Tom pushed the head of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue humped and thrust to push him away, slithering all over the glossy slick cock-knob.

She groaned. The strange taste intrigued her. Dawn sealed her lips and began to suck. Tom pulled back and lost his cock in the soft valley of tit-flesh. His nerves tingled delightfully. Her nipples tensed hard and sent new shocks of lewd pleasure down to her pussy.

Lunging back, Tom found her mouth waiting, eager to suck this time. Her tongue lapped and swirled. Dawn wanted him to love her, to forget the terrible things she'd said. Pleasing him now and in the future was the only way. Even her innocent mind knew that.

He moaned and pushed farther into her mouth. His padded cockhead hit the soft back of it and trembled.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth," he told her. "I'm going to fill your bitchy throat with cum."

"Uh," she groaned. Dawn didn't want that, but knew it would have to be.

Tam's breathing became rapid, matching the speed of his plunging cock. The way her swollen nipples tingled against the sides of his cockshaft was exquisite. He shivered as hot waves of pleasure sank into his ball-sac.

Dawn sucked on his cock when he thrust forward and sighed anxiously as it sank back into soft folds of lush tit. Her body shook as her desire swelled. She arched beneath him and humped her yearning pussy up at down.

Cole was watching and he couldn't resist. He dropped on his knees by the edge of the bed and stuck his tongue into the luscious young cunt he'd just fucked. The tawny furred pussyslit was tart but he lapped and sucked and swirled his tongue on her cunt.

Dawn cried. The added stimulation was almost more than she could stand. She sucked Tom's cock with fierce passion and slithered her tongue all around it. At the same time Cole's tongue gave her cunt the same treatment.

With the lewd heat of two men flowing into her, Dawn felt every nerve twang with deliciously obscene pulses of joy. She loved it! And another climax was starting, a double one this time. Surges from her mouth and pussy clashed and made her writhe.

Tom lunged forward and rammed his cock into her throat, fucking her pretty face with fast, deep strokes. His balls were throbbing and about to fire.