John Friday: Raped and kidnapped brides

"I don't want there to be anymore competition between us," he said. "Love and pleasure are things to be shared, not battled over. Tom, why don't you fuck my wife while I'm fucking yours? Then we'll trade."

Tom took no further encouragement, but his cock had been weakened by his recent orgasm. Colette took it in her soft hands and stroked it hard again, twisting around to suck on it and swallow a bead of jism still dangling from the tip.

Rob pushed into Dawn's tawny slit, so sleek and velvety smooth. Wrenching contractions swirled around him at once.

"Oh, I love it!" she said with a moan. "Having two men will be much nicer than one!"

"Yeah," Tom agreed. "And having two brides on a honeymoon is almost more pleasure than I can stand." Colette had his cock hard again already. Her shapely legs were spread and she was anxiously guiding him in. "And this is just the start of our marriages," the silvery-blonde reminded them all.

Tom and Rob exchanged quick glances and then looked fondly at his own bride while fucking the other. "What a life!" they both said. Rob went on, "Like a honeymoon that will never end!"