John Friday: Raped and kidnapped brides

The train engineer said, "Shit, we almost hit that limo!"

"God damn fool sure is in a hell of a hurry to get off on his honeymoon," the fireman said with a shake of his head.

They passed so close that wind from the rushing train engine tore the "Just Married" sign off the back of the car. It fluttered and fell under the train wheels which shredded it to a pulp. The pursuing cars were all stopped by the long train. When the caboose finally passed, the limo was nowhere in sight.

Jesse had turned off on a dirt road where they had another car waiting, an old, nondescript station wagon. "We gotta leave this fancy set of wheels," he said to the two terrified young brides.

His brother pulled Dawn out of the limo and pushed her ahead, pinching her ripe curved ass. Jesse grabbed Colette and kissed her, thrusting his rank-tasting tongue into her mouth.

"I been wanting, to kiss the bride ever since we picked you up," he said, pushing his stiff cock against the sleek dome of her satin covered cunt.

"You bastard!" She hissed, slapping him hard across the face. It left a tingling red welt in the shape of her hand.

"Damn you! I was hoping we could do this nice and easy, but if you wanna play rough…"

He ripped the long veil from the little crown pinned to her silver hair. Jesse twisted the act fabric like a rope and used it to tie Colette's hands behind her back.

"Ungh!" she groaned. "You're hurting my arms!"

"That's what you get for slapping me," he snarled, bending down to pull up her long white gown. He reached beneath the sleek white satin folds he pulled her panties down around her knees.

Ducking under her dress, he clamped his rough hands on her naked ass cheeks and pulled her silver-furred pussy to his lips. For all the times she'd been fucked, Colette had never had her cunt eaten. The young boys she'd known didn't want to do that.

Jesse attacked her wolfishly, spearing her with his wet tongue. Her white gown with its flowing train covered him completely. Anyone watching from a distance would not have known that a man had his face buried in the bride's crotch.

He sucked on her cunt and made Colette scream, it was the most extreme stimulation she'd ever felt. Sweet honey gushed from her anxious cunt, wetting Jesse's chin as he burrowed into her silvery pussy, fucking her with his whipping tongue.

Jesse kept slurping as he teased a long middle finger around the rim of her ass. Being touched in such a sensitive place made Colette scream and squirm even more.

Being forced to a climax by a stranger on her wedding day was more degrading than anything the girl could imagine. But that didn't stop the anguished spasms of her climax from increasing.

Her sleek pussy writhed around his thrusting tongue. She began to gasp roughly, panting for breath. And she couldn't stop her lithe body from quaking. Colette thrust her cunt to meet each jab of his tongue.

Jesse wormed his finger into her ass while she wailed lewd cries of tormented delight and fucked her sweet pussy all over his face. The spearing tingle of the finger in her ass was a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Gumming!" she cried. "Oooh, God! I'm cumming harder than ever before!"

No quick-to-fire young cock had ever excited her so wildly. And Jesse wasn't content giving her just one grinding climax, he tongued her to three, hunched under, her long white gown right there by the side of the road.

There was another man waiting behind the wheel of the station wagon. Frank pushed Dawn into the rear seat and climbed in behind her.

"This here is Cole," be said, introducing the driver. "We call him that because he's our younger brother. You get it? Our Younger brother?"

"I get it," Dawn said in a state of near collapse. "Cole Younger rode with the outlaws Frank and Jesse James. But they robbed banks, they never abused women."

"Ah, a student of history," Cole said.

He was about twenty, blond and blue eyed. Under other circumstances, Dawn would have thought, him to be quite handsome, but now she could see only menace in his eyes.

"What the hell is Jesse doing?" Frank asked.

"What's he like to do best?" Cole grinned lewdly.

"Eat pussy," Frank said.

"Yeah, I saw him hunch down under the other bride's dress."

"Well, God damn it, we gotta get out of here. Soon as that fucking freight rolls by, this place will be swarming with people." He rolled down the window and shouted, "Come on, Jess! Get your face out of her pussy, the fucking posse will be here soon."

He pushed Colette into the front seat and sat down beside her. "Let's go," he said. "Our beautiful brides are anxious to start their honeymoon!"

The station wagon took off in a swirling cloud of dust.

"Where are you taking us?" Dawn asked nervously.

"Where's the last place anybody would think to look for you?" Cole asked back over his broad shoulder.

"I-I don't know," she said faintly, her ripe body shivering with fear.

"Right where you're supposed to be!" Jesse said with a hoot of laughter. "At the secluded little honeymoon cottages you have reserved hp at Mirror Lake."

"How do you know where we planned to spend our honeymoon?" Colette asked.

"It was all in the paper, a big story about the double wedding and all that," Frank said. "Sounded so damn exciting, we decided to invite ourselves."

Cole said to Dawn, "When I saw the picture of your pretty face on the society page I had to jack oft right then."

"Yeah, and you shot cream all over the page," Jess. "Damn near ruined the picture."

"Was no good anyway," Cole said. "I didn't know her long hair would be that pretty soft red color."

"I'll bet her little pussy is the same shade," Jesse said. "Is that right, sweetheart? Have you got a foxy little red muff?"

Dawn gave a stricken sob. "I don't even know what you're talking about!"

"Hot damn!" Cole said. "We got us a real innocent!"

"Well, you just holster your gun, Little Brother. I get her first," Frank said.

"Leave her alone," Colette snapped. "Do what you want to me, but leave my cousin alone."

"We're gonna do what we want with both of you," Jesse said firmly.

"You bastards!" Colette seethed in helpless frustration.

Jesse laughed. "Relax," he said. "Be happy! You're on your honeymoon!" He opened his fly and pulled out a long, thick cock that was fully hard from the pleasure of eating cunt.

"Ain't that the most beautiful big prick you ever saw?"

She winced. "It's frightening," she moaned.

"And we got two more just as good," Cole said. "Guns with long barrels run in our family. Shoulda seen our Pa. He fucked the local school teacher when we was all kids, and that poor bitch is still walking bow-legged."

"You're awful!" Colette said in disgust.

"Teacher didn't think so. She fucked us all three times, and after the first couple we didn't need to hold her down no more," Frank said.

"She was kicking and screaming and begging for more," Jesse agreed.

"I don't believe you!" Colette cried.

"You'll see, sweetheart. When we're done with you, you won't want to go back to the little twerp you married," Frank said. "Or you either."

He started feeling Dawn's luscious big tits again. She was almost used to that now, but dreaded all the unknown horrors that lay ahead. She closed her eyes and tried not to think.

Jesse snarled a hand in Colette's silver tresses and pulled her head down to the tip of his rigid cock. "Suck it!" he said.

She would not have wanted to suck her husband this way, but he forced her mouth on an eager prick.

He pressed on the back of her head, bringing her lips down. The padded knob of his cock kept prodding her soft lips. Jesse clamped his other hand on the jutting tit nearest to him and pinch her nipple. Colette opened her mouth to scream and he shoved her head down.