John Friday: Raped and kidnapped brides

Her mouth was instantly stuffed full of thick, foul-tasting cock, rank with sweat and the heat of lust. The padded tip of it pressed against the soft back of her mouth, burrowing deeper still.

It made her want to retch. Colette's stomach was upset already from riding in a speeding car on a twisting mountain road. Dawn's distressed moans coming from the rear seat added to her torment.

Jesse made graft rasping sounds as he pumped his cock at her, forcing it into her throat. Pained wet noises came from tier gorged lips. She could feel the warm veins that webbed his long shaft pulse with lewd vigor.

He pushed roughly on the back of her head. His cock filled and strained the sleek hollow of her throat. "Suck it, you bitch! I want to shoot off in your mouth. Eating your cunt got me too horny to wait."

She moaned, tears leaking out though her eyes were tightly shut. Some honeymoon, she thought bleakly. In less than an hour, all her romantic visions bad turned hideous.

"Lick my big cock," he commanded her. "Stroke it with your tongue!"

Colette tried to do as he asked only because she was afraid he might do worse things if she refused. But she could hardly move her tongue. Her mouth was strained full. Her jaw ached and her tied wrists burned.

Her throat heaved silent, wracking sobs. Jesse drove his cock deeper each time the wringing tube of damp warmth expanded slightly. She clamped harder on him then, choking on his foot-long prick already.

The wrenching spasms were more than his anxious prick could stand. Jesse roared like a wounded bear and let his cock fire. His balls fired one creamy blast after another, shooting his cum deep into her throat.

Slick jism glossed his bulging cockhead and ran warmly down the prickshaft. Colette could taste it as it coated her tongue and flowed around her teeth and gums. It ran down her lips and still he kept cumming, pumping in more and more.

She gulped but could not swallow well with her throat stuffed so full. Cum filled every little cranny of her mouth and then it leak out around her lips. It was awful, the most agonizing experience of her young life. Her mouth was being raped, and on her wedding day, when she should have been at the reception with her new husband and their families and friends.

When Jesse had finally pumped himself dry, he let her lift her head up.

She made an ugly face and said, "Yuck! Where can I spit this out?"

"You can't. You're supposed to swallow it."

"Yuck! I'm supposed to be sipping champagne and eating wedding cake."

"You'll like cum even better once you get used to the taste."

"Never!"

"Best you try," Jesse said with a taut little grin. "There's a lot more where that came from."

Colette sobbed and forced herself to swallow, wondering if anything normal would ever taste good to her again. Cole uncorked a bottle of chilled champagne he had lying on the seat beside him. It gushed white foam and made Colette think of Jesse's spurting cock.

"Wash it down with a swig of this," he said. "Wouldn't be much of a wedding without champagne!"

The reception hall was a shambles. Someone had broken in during the ceremony. The top tiers of twin wedding cakes had been taken off, the figures of bride and groom broken apart. The decorative brides were missing too, the grooms left sprawled face down in thick frosting.

"And someone has stolen six cases of champagne from behind the bar," Dawn's father observed.

"Who would do such an awful thing?" her mother sobbed. "Who would want to ruin my daughter's beautiful wedding?"

"It's ruining our daughter you should be worried about," he snapped impatiently.

"Oooh," the woman moaned. "And I never even told her about the birds and the bees."

"I wouldn't worry, she's probably been stung a dozen times by now," Colette's mother said in a slightly slurred voice.

Her name was Fabrianne, and she was more than slightly drunk by now. "You might as well start serving the champagne we have left," she said.

She was a stunning woman, an older and more polished version of her missing daughter, sleek and silver-haired. Three times married and three times divorced, Fabrianne led the kind of life most of the more staid wedding guests publicly despised, but privately envied.

Fabrianne walked unsteady toward the bandstand, sipping and spilling champagne on the way. The musicians hired to play for the reception were milling about, not knowing what to do.

"Play!" she told them. "That's what we paid you for."

They did, and Fabrianne asked her daughter's worried groom to dance. He agreed, still in a daze. She pressed close to him, at first only because she needed to steady herself, then because she could feel his cock getting hard.

"Naughty, naughty!" she teased playfully.

"Oooh, Jesus," he moaned. "What am I doing?"

"Don't you know?" she giggled. "You're getting a hard-on!"

"But why? My wife has been kidnapped!"

"Yes, but I look a lot like her, don't I?"

"Some, I guess." The troubled groom had never paid much attention to older women.

"And I'm even sexier than she is," Fabrianne said in a low and breathy voice. She worked her jutting tits across his chest to let him feet how from and lush they were. That made his cock throb with unseemly desire.

"We've got to stop this," he said. But he made an effort to break away.

"Why, Rob? You want to fuck me. I can feel it."

"It's Colette I want," he moaned.

"Yes, but someone else must be fucking her by now. I'm quite sure those men didn't kidnap the girls for ransom."

"How can you be sure of that?"

"Because, they came here to take the top of the two wedding cakes and enough champagne to have one hell of a party. I think the honeymoon is going on right now without you."

He winced, not wanting to even think about that.

"Would tonight have been your first time?" she asked boldly.

"You mean with. Colette?"

"I mean with anyone." Their dancing had become a lewd parody. Her body writhed shamelessly against his.

"No, there was a girl in high school."

"A girl," she sniffed. "A young man needs a real woman to learn about sex. I could teach you lots of things, Rob."

Two police detectives there to investigate the reception hall break-in watched and then turned away shaking their heads. "This is the craziest case we've ever worked," one said. "What do you want to bet, that silver minx will have the groom in bed before we can find his missing wife?"

The other cop shrugged. "What the hell?"

The wedding reception without brides became even stranger as the evening wore on.

Champagne flowed freely, what Cole had taken hardly made a dent in the supply. The band played livelier music, hoping to cheer the worried gathering of family and friends.

Several couples were dancing to pass the time while waiting for news. The limo had been found by the police, but there was no trace of Colette or Dawn. They had no idea where they'd been taken, but an All Points Bulletin was being broadcast in three states.

Colette's mother, Fabrianne, was dancing with Dawn's groom, teasing his poor confused prick even more blatantly than she had Rob's. It was making Rob jealous, which was exactly what she intended. He had righteously refused to fuck his wife's mother on his wedding night.

"I know how upset you must be," she whispered, her hot breath filling his ear. "Let me comfort you."

"Making my cock hard at a time like this is no comfort," he complained.

"I could make you and your hot prick feel much better if we were alone somewhere," she said suggestively, grinding her anxious pussy against his hard-on while they danced.

"Alone? Us? Together? Where?"

"Well," she began, "I know of two honeymoon cottages that aren't being used."