John Friday - Raped and kidnapped brides

Rob felt the same kind of rumbling urgency. He tensed and held his bride's head. Both grooms fired at the same moment. Their cocks twitched in unison, gushing cream that made their wives gulp and moan.

Dawn's climax hit her ripe body like a thunder-clap. Explosive bursts of energy made her twist and squirm in lewd rapture as hot jism filled her throat. Her cunt bulged into Cole's mouth and he sucked it hard, making her spirits soar.

Colette's orgasm began more slowly. As desire for her young husband overcame the disgust of being forced to suck his rank cock, she attacked him hungrily. Sucking his rigid prick created a wonderful tension in her pussy. It heated and spread, and then it exploded.

Gulping and sucking sounds came from the kidnapped brides' lips and lasted for a full minute while their grooms thrust fiercely, fucking their angry frustrations away.

"Oooooh, Tom!" Dawn cried as the convulsive shocks faded into lingering tremors of warmth. "Fuck me now, please. My pussy is so hot and wet. I just have to have you!"

"Not yet. I want your ass first," he said with a smug grin.

"Nnnooo!" Dawn shuddered at the thought. He glared hotly and she reconsidered. "I mean, nnnooowww! Fuck my ass now, Tom! I'll do anything to please you!"

Ignored by the others, Fabrianne had swayed to a stop, dangling grotesquely in the middle of the room. The numbing chill of pain from her bound wrists and wrenched shoulders had spread. She was hanging limp and moaning anguished desperation.

Hearing her daughter Colette and niece Dawn both climax with their husbands added to her feelings of lonely despair. Her lithe body trembled, sleek muscles strained the full length of her form.

Frank walked up to her and kissed one jutting tit, sucking with such force that she started to sway again. She groaned, tormented by the additional strain that put on her arms bound high overhead.

As she swung away from Frank, Fabrianne did an obscene pirouette, dangling on the rope looped over the ceiling beam. Cole kissed and tongued her taut ass as she came spinning slowly toward him. That thrust pushed her toward Jesse.

He nipped at her silvery cunt-hair and just managed to lick her cunt once before he carried her swaying body out of reach. Colette sighed as she watched. Dawn was too pained by the cock up her ass to think of anything else.

Fabrianne went around in a circle, propelled by the lips and hands of three men reaching for her tits, pussy and ass. Their touch was all too brief, just as she felt a warm tingle in one place, the momentum carried her away.

Rob said to Colette, "Let's join them. I'd like to get another taste of my sexy mother-in-law."

"You can if you want," she said grudgingly. "Oh, come on… haven't you ever been tempted to try sex with another woman?"

"Well, yes. Dawn excites the hell out of me, in fact. I was hoping that sometime on our honeymoon she'd loosen up enough so that maybe I'd have a chance to suck her big tits and eat her sweet cunt."

That frank confession would have shocked her groom just a little while before. But now Rob just smiled. "Fabrianne is just as sexy as in her own way, and she's ready right now."

"But she's my mother, for God's sake!"

"She won't know who's doing what. With that stole draped over her head, she can't see a thing."

"I can't," Colette said flatly. "Maybe when Tom is through fucking Dawn's ass I'll be able to eat her. But I can't touch my own mother."

"Wouldn't it be a thrill to kiss and suck the cunt you came out of?" Rob said.

Colette eyed him strangely, her lips curling slowly into a lewd grin. "Yes, I guess it would. And she'll never know," she rationalized.

She still wasn't completely thrilled with the idea, but Colette felt a strong need to join in anything Rob wanted to do. She didn't want anything to ever come between them again.

They joined the circle of lewd grins around the swaying, silver-haired beauty. Rob got a quick taste of his wife's mother's cunt when Jesse obligingly nudged her his way. He pushed her to his left and she twirled so that Colette first licked the crack of her mother's trim ass.

Frank sucked hard on a tit. He was the only one tall enough to reach them the way she was bound. As she swung away, the firm cone popped out of his mouth with a sound like uncorking a bottle of champagne.

Fabrianne's dangling body was pushed from one mouth to another. Cole wanted more than a fleeting taste of cunt when his turn came. He clasped his hands on the cheeks of her ass and held her while burying his face in her silvery pussy.

"Hmm," Fabrianne purred. Warmth flowed back into her body.

Rob caught, one of Fabrianne's sleekly tapered thighs and held her sideways. Her fit ass faced him so he kissed the taut cheeks and wiggled his tongue around the dark rim bidden in the tender cleft.

Colette thought a moment, wrestling with uncertainty. Then she kissed her mother's furry cunt-mound and nibbled at the curls of her silver hair. Fabrianne's rich woman scent made her daughter's mouth yearn, but Rob released her and she swayed out of reach just as Colette was timidly extending her tongue.

Jesse squeezed her tits from behind and held her, wiggling into the crimped little round mouth of her ass.

Fabrianne sighed. It was so strangely exciting to be tossed swaying and spinning from one to the other. She felt tingling pleasure in her pussy, her ass and both tits, but never enough to fully satisfy any one place.

It was tantalizing frustration to feel the start of joyous tremors in her pussy and then have them shift suddenly to her ass. She soon forgot the pain of hanging suspended and the queasy feeling faded as she became used to the swaying rhythm of her swing.

The woman recognized Frank's rasping tongue when he sucked and lashed her sharp tits. Once he held her dangling body with hands on her ass and a finger fucking her asshole. She gave a muffled scream of lewd delight.

Rob caught the rope that hobbled her ankles and held her with legs spread for his wife to suck cunt. "You can eat her good now," he said.

Fabrianne recognized her son-in-law's voice, but not the gentle tongue that stroked her simmering pussyslit.

Colette kept as silent as she could, not wanting her voice to give her away. She lapped with her tongue, found her mother's cunt and sucked it between her soft lips.

Fabrianne sighed joyously.

Rob let her swing over to Jesse next, lurching her swollen cunt from the suction of her daughter's lips. Jesse caught her with one hand on her ass, the other on her silver-fringed cunt. He worked a wiggling finger into each fuckhole and held her long enough to make Fabrianne sob with delight. She remembered the animal-like grunting noises he made and recognized him.

Cole bent down as she came swinging his way. She passed over his head and he came up behind her. Swaying back as yet untouched, Fabrianne breathed a questioning sigh. Then her wet cunt collided with his waiting mouth. She groaned, jarred by the impact, delighted by the way her dangling weight increased the pressure of his sucking lips on her cunt.

"Your pussy tastes better than vintage champagne to me," Cole said.

The sound of his voice placed him in her mind. But there was one other she hadn't yet identified – a pair of soft hands and a strangely exciting tongue more timid and yet more tantalizing than the others.

She knew it couldn't be Dawn. Fabrianne could hear her wailing on the bed. And Tom was with her, grunting fiercely while fucking her ass hard enough to make his bridge beg for relief. That only left one other person it could be!

She gasped. "Colette… it's got to be you!" the next time she felt the tingling stroke of her daughter's tongue.

"You guessed it!" Rob said, yanking the silver-blue stole off her head.