horny sis-in-law

[mmercury]

I've always thought my sister in law was hot and sexy; fantasized about her for many years now. I'm looking for a lady out there who perhaps has had a similar secret lust (for her brother in law) to share some naughty fun. pm if you like if interested or simply post. This isn't exotic or really "out there" I know, but we can turn it into just about anything.

 

[little_golden]

Tasha was a beautiful woman of 26 years of age. Her hair was an unnatural bleach blonde color and she didn't care. He liked attention - lots of it. She was the opposite of her older sister Elizabeth.

Tasha had big breasts that commanded a lot of attention since she was into showing off as much cleavage as possible. Her rear-end was sweet and her tall body allowed her legs to appear never ending. All in all, she had the look of a runway model, except for her huge breasts......

Elizabeth, at 30 years of age was the opposite of Tasha. She was sweet and conservation and now about to be happliy married to the man of her dreams. It was a match made in heaven since the man of her dreams had eyes only for her. She was an intellect and they were "soul mates" as he had once explained to her. Elizabeth was 5'4", and had a petite frame. Although she was curvy for a slight woman, she didn't compare to her sister fullness. Elizabeth or Liz as she was sometimes called had short cropped black hair, and commanded a school girl image.

People who knew the family, had the secrets that Tasha was a shit disturbed who had been kicked out of several boarding schools and was rumored to be a slut. Liz on the other hand was known to be a blushing bride to be.......

 

[mmercury]

God, how David loved his Lizzie. She was all he'd ever dreamed of finding in a wife. Devoted to him to be sure, and most certainly would make an excellent mother someday. Their romance had been a swift one, but he carried no doubts at all that he had indeed met his soulmate. There was only one dynamic that bothered him.
Tasha, Lizzie's sister. A body built for speed that seemed to have been made for the soul reason of driving men crazy. And a few women in her time, too. Why was he so preoccupied with thoughts of her? He had everything he dreamed of with Liz. Maybe the sex was a little bland, a little vanilla. So what? There was more to a loving relationship than the physical, and besides, all couples went through this phase. He was certain that after their marriage, things in the bedroom would again heat up as when they'd first met.
It did bother him though. Leaving Liz and returning to his apartment only to lie in bed fantasizing about Tasha while jerking off like a schoolboy. Were her legs as smooth and silky as they looked? Would she enjoy if he probed her ass with his tongue? Maybe his cock? When she was leaning forward bracing on the kitchen counter with long legs apart, him behind her pulling down her panties to just below her magnificent ass was when he would lose control. What would it feel like to slide his hard meat into her boiling, moist fuck hole?

 

[little_golden]

Lizzie had spent a lot of time on the wedding preparations. The invitations were a fancy two toned white and they were expecting some 300 guests. There was an open bar at the reception and lots of great food too. It would be an old fashion church service with a minister to it right the first time.

The next day the wedding ceremony had gone perfect. The vows were perfect. They were now married. Lizzie's dream had come true.......

The reception was another story altogether.

"Oh my God... everyone is loaded" explained Lizzie to her new husband.

"Look at my sister - Tasha has been dancing up a storm......" explained Lizzie.

Tasha looked aboslutely sexy in the pink bridesmaid dress. It scooped out the back and was high in the front. Although Lizzie looked fabulous in her fairty tale wedding gown, Tasha looked more like the temptress.......

OCC Tell more about the receptions... What about the cake... and the garter toss......

 

[mmercury]

David and his new bride sat at the front of the reception hall like king and queen looking out upon their faithful subjects. Perhaps the booze had flown a little bit too freely, but everyone seemed to be having a really good time and thats what counted. Knives clinked repeatedly against crystal and they kissed once more for the umpteenth time that evening. Sweet.
And then there was Tasha. Spinning, twirling, bumping and grinding like a slave girl putting on a show for her imaginary shiek. The wispy chiffon hem wrapping and unwrapping around her creamy thighs revealing a peek at her g-string from time to time. The groom realized after a bit her wasn't just staring, he was leering.
When the time came for the gater toss, Liz was more than a good sport and sat in the center of the dancefloor with her full gown hiked up to expose her sexy legs. They were too, but she just didn't wear them the same as Tasha. As best man Joe grinned and started to move to take his place before her, he was abruptly bumped out of the way by none other than the bride's sister herself. She was drunk, but still very aware of what she was doing. Kneeling in front Liz, she ran her hands up and around her shapley leg and found the frilly garter. Liz was giggleing and trying to maintain her composure as her sister slowly and seductively began to remove it. As the audience of
family and friends hooted and cheered, David was almost sure he saw Tasha look right at him and smile. Or had he?

 

[little_golden]

It was a whirlwind to Lizzie. The white wedding dress was so perfect and fitted her like a glove. The top was tight on her breasts and hung without straps. The back was open and showed off her smooth soft white skin. She felt radiant but a bit tipsy from the expensive champagne. Everything was so romantic and she loved that. Her man looked so handsome and charming. Each and everytime the crystal champagne glasses tinkled she took delight in kissing her man to the thunderous applause and cheering of their guests. In the back of her mind she was thinking about the limo ride to the hotel for the honeymoon night and then the planned trip to Niagara Falls.

After the speeches the early dancing had begin. She only half heard the speeches though she nervously laughed at the jokes and smiled. She was so nervous she only ate half of the delicious food.

Their first dance had been perfect. "You're My Hero" pounding across the dance floor. First she danced with her man, then with his father. Her new father-in-law seemed a little drunk, but she brushed off the fact he seemed to be waltzing a little too close and his hand had "accidently" brushed across her rear-end. He felt hot when he hugged her close.

Just my imagination she thought to herself.

When the real dancing music started to pulsa with a quick beat, the guests began to party in earnest. From the corner of eye she caught sight of Tasha putting on a real show for the boys and the crowd.

My sister just loves the attention. Wow! What a dancer!

Lizzie wasn't like Tasha. Instead, she was a private person and still blushed everytime she kissed her new husband in front of the crowd of guests. When guests teased her about the honeymoon she actually blushed as the blushing virgin.

Tasha loved the attention. The men were lining up to dance with her and to get her more and more drinks. She had a lot of experience with boys and men alike.

Maybe someone is going to get lucky tonight Tasha thought.

The DJ stopped the music and announced the toss of the bouquet. The single women were lined up. With several practice swings, Lizzie sent the flowers flying through the air. Tasha had actually caught the bouquet. She get the first toss with the man who caught the garter.

Lizzie was nervous about the garter toss. Normally the groom took it off with his teeth. It was tricky at the best of times. After some drinks it would be even trickier.

In the centre of the dancefloor she lifted her right leg which allowed the men in the room more than a brief glance at her shapely legs. She had been expecting her new husband to remove the garter, and was a little embarassed when the bestman positioned himself under her ready to slip his hands under her bridal gown toward the garter. Of course if he missed, he might feel her legs, or sweet pussy or pubic bush. The little frilly undergarment didn't hide very much.

Oh no...

Lizzie looked to her husband for help, but he simply grinned at the spectacle. He seemed to know that Lizzie would go through with it just not to make a scene. She felt like a fly stuck - glued to the spider's web - trapped.

Relief flooded through her as Tasha arrived to save the day, or so Lizzie thought.

"Don't worry Lizzie baby" teased Tasha as she bumped away the best man.

"This is a job for a woman... not a rough man... this gal is a real lady!" announced Tasha as she toyed with her hands under the bridal dress. No so accidently, she hiked up the hem of the bridal dress so the men got a much better look at what Lizzie was trying to keep hidden for her new husband.

A few men murmured in appreciation and a few gasps came from the women. But the show was brief as Tasha slid her hands across Lizzie's legs and across her pussy. Lizzie's nipples started to tingle and she knew they were getting hard much to her annoyance and humiliation.

Oh my God..she's drunk... and out of control thought Lizzie nervously.

Liz was giggling nervously as the men in the room were chanting.


Tasha stopped suddenly and pushed the garter further up Lizzie leg. The men started to boo as they felt cheated.

"Okay let's make some money for the lovely bridal couple. Who here wants to pay... say $100 to remove the garter with his teeth? ... Who wants to bid?" shouted out Tasha to the crowd of horny looking men.

Oh no...no thought Lizzie secretly though she was able to maintain a smile.

"Please no" whispered Lizzie but her voice was lost in the crowd.

Tasha gave her new brother-in-law a wink and a smile. She felt he was enjoying the show. Heck, he was probably enjoying seeing his new bride squirm before the swarm of men.

 

[mmercury]

"What is she doing?" David murmered under his breath. No; he had actually stopped breathing and had to force himself to inhale. "Is Tasha auctioning off LIz? Did I hear her right?" he wondered, but he had. There in the middle of the dance floor was his beautiful bride, her wedding dress gathered and bunched far too high up around her waist and the honor of removing her garter being given to the highest bidder by her own sister. Tasha seemed to be enjoying the attention too, as well as putting Liz in an embarrassing and uncomfortable situation. David knew that his new wife was reserved and shy; in fact that was much of what had attracted him to her. "Excellent wife and mother material" he'd thought. But now, seeing her like this. Exposed and most of the men in the hall howling and cheering to kneel between her curvy legs...well, he was ashamed to admit he was more than a little turned on. Maybe it was the drinking.
Tasha was whipping the crowd into quite a frenzy, and he could tell that Liz wanted to be a good sport and a good hostess so was sitting quietly and forcing herself to laugh at all the appropriate places. David knew his bride, and it was clear she was humiliated to be sitting like this in front of her baby sister and all of their family and friends.
"Thank God..dad's going to rescue her" the groom thought as his father stepped up to Tasha and held out three $100 bills. The bleach blonde took the money, folded it and nestled it down between Liz's cleavege. Her breasts were damp with perspiration. Then making an exaggerated gesture as if to say 'she's all yours', Tasha stepped aside and allowed Mr. Connors to take his prize. Liz was relieved and relaxed a bit when her new father in law stooped in front of her. "Honey, we're really glad to have you as part of our family now" the much older man whispered, and Liz smiled. "I hope I'll be seeing 'much more' of you soon. And often..." and with that he leaned in to remove the garter with his teeth. The demure bride gasped as her father in law's tongue took a swipe across her silk panties over the outline of her labia. "mmm" he hissed, then bit into the frilly fabric of the garter and started to pull. Across the hall, she saw David looking on and smiling proudly as well as relieved that his dad had gotten the task. Liz felt cheap and dazed but kept smiling as the DJ played "Legs" by ZZ top. Everyone was now cheering and hooting uproariously as Mr. Connors held her leg high in the air and slipped off the garter with a proud snap.

 

[little_golden]

Lizzie felt the perspiration flowing under the bridal gown. Suddenly the lights seemed that much brighter as everyone was riveted to her.

What happens if no one bids Lizzie worried nervously. But the men continued their hooting and looking down she realized much more was showing than she wanted and she tried to pull her hemline down but Tasha was holding on too tight.

"I want some high bids... and they have to have a good peek" whispered Tasha to Lizzie.

The nervousness was short lived as her new father-in-law emerged from the crowd with three - one hundred dollar bills and waving them furiously to cut down the competition.

"Oh no..." complained one man who figured the show was now over.

Her father-in-law was a big man with a bald head. For a man in his late fifties he was fit as a fiddle and very muscled. He'd worked a hard life and had that weather beaten look of someone who has a lot of life experience. Easily, he pushed his way through the throng of men and Tasha lit up as she accepted the auction money and no no graciously stuffed it in between Lizzie's breasts.

At that moment Lizzie felt her humiliation was complete. She imagined herself to be like some cheap stripper working a private room at the back of a club. Her family, her guests and her husband could see only the top of the money.

Tasha, ever the crowd pleaser and actress made a show of it and announced "she's all yours" as she stepped aside. Lizzie was appreciative of her father-in-laws' gesture.

"Thank you Mr. Connor... You didn't have to do that.... But I really appreciate it" Lizzie secretly whispered in his ear.

Her father-in-law now stooped in front of her. She could smell whiskey on his breath he was so close. Yet, he reassuringly told her:
"Honey, we're really glad to have you as part of our family now"

He's so kind and nice Lizzie decided at that moment.

I'm so luck to gave him as my father-in-law.

To Lizzie's surprise he kept talking:
"I hope I'll be seeing 'much more' of you soon. And often..."

Lizzie took it innocently and then to her shock he made a big grin to the crowd that began chanting and he dove in to the task at hand.

"Go! Go!.. Go! Higher... Higher!" the crowd of men chanted in unison. Lizzie felt that nervous panicky feeling coming back.

It'll be over soon.... Lizzie wished.

Lizzie gasped as her father-in-law, without the assistance of his hands, move his head up her leg. She could feel a light scratching from his shaved whiskers and she shivered nervously.

Please be careful.... Lizzie prayed.

"Higher! Higher!" the men chanted.

Lizzie turned white as a ghost and then red as a beet, as her father-in'law's tongue swiped across her silk panties and his warm breath flooded across her labia.

"Ooo" Lizzie moaned out softly but it was lost in the chanting.

Loudly, the father-in-law had spoken "mmmmm" Instinctively she tried to pull back and almost toppled herself over before one of the men steaded her by pushing on her rear end as the other hooted. Mr. Connors nimbly with three or four attempts pulled the frilly little white garter down using his teeth all the way to her ankle.

He didn't... No he didn't do what I think he did... That wasn't a mmmmmm..... thought Lizzie in a confused fashion as she tried to deny what had happened. Her own parents were still watching.

Did her parents see? Did David see? Did the guests see?

The men and their chanting ended as he proudly gave a little snap of the garter and in response Lizzie lifted her foot off the chair so he could pull it off. Needless, he lifted Lizzie leg higher than necessary to again give the men a little extra peak.

Not again Lizzie thought as she was just so anxious for it to be over. Lizzie blushed again as Mr. Connors handed it to her. Lizzie looked to David who seemed happy and smiling as if he too was in on the joke.

Lizzie saw David walking towards her for the garter toss. The tradition was that the woman who caught the bouquet danced with the man who caught the garter. Somehow Lizzie wasn't so sure about these wedding games and the plans that the ushers and bridesmaids had in mind for the night. With the men moving towards David, Tasha appeared and handed Lizzie a drink.
Lizzie foolishly popped it back to relieve her nervous anxious. It was a double whisky, something she never drank. All the way down her throat and into her stomache it burned.

Wow! That was strong! she told herself as she half stumbled away from the men.

"No...no... not so fast... we toast to your marriage....." announced Mr. Connor from nowhere.

Feeling obliged and with no relief from her husband, Lizzie drank first a toast to their new marriage, then a toast to joining the family and then a toast to grandchildren. With each toast the fire in the drink burned a little less and she became more relaxed, mellow and tired.

Why is he hovering around me all the time. He seems to be watching me a lot. He's been telling me how beautiful I look all night. He's told me he wants to dance with me for a waltz. I'm just being silly. He's David's dad and probably just being nice were all thoughts racing through Lizzie mind.

Tasha appeared from nowhere.
"Everything is set. We doing a few dance. Cut the cake. You feed a piece to each other. Some more photographs and dancing... Then your off to the honeymoonsuite upstairs in the hotel.....".

"You look a little uptight, I'll get you a drink. You only get married once so enjoy the party sister....." Tasha went on.

"By the way sis that was quite a show you put on....." grinned Tasha wickedly.

As Tasha walked to the open bar, she saw David and smiled at him seductively. Oh how she liked him and decided she would have loved to be banged by him just once before the wedding.

Oh well... I'll never know.... Tasha thought as she wiggled her ass to the bar knowing that David might still be watching.
As she returned with her drink, she had a plan worked out. Once the bridal couple got to their honeymoon suite, she'd call up and act really drunk. She'd get David to help her to her own hotel room and then she'd make a play. Her own sister would be so drunk and tired she'd probably be passed out herself by then. No one would be the wiser......

If she isn't out of it, maybe I should send the photographer up to her suite for a little boudoir shot on her honeymoon. Normally, she'd never agree but with enough booze in her.... maybe. I think Mr. Connors offered to take some pictures....... Tasha decided evilly.

 

[mmercury]

"Honey, are you feeling okay?" David was concerned as his new bride was really throwing back the drinks. Well, for her anyway. Normally a ginger ale type of girl, it was unusual to see her this way.
He was glad his dad was taking a real interest in Liz. Getting to know her as a person and making her fell like one of the family. The daughter he'd never known. Since the death of Mrs. Connors he spent most of his time alone watching movies and working on 'his books', whatever that meant. Their suburban home was huge and far removed from the nearest neighbor. He worried that something could happen and it would be days or weeks before someone might know. Well, no need to be concerned. His father was strong and in good shape for his age, just a shame he didn't try to meet someone.
Hating to admit it, he was hugely turned on by the show that Tasha and Liz (unwilling though she was) had put on earlier. It made him think of a stag film he'd seen long ago, where a dominatrix was having her way with a catholic school girl. "Stop it Dave. You shouldn't think that way" he stifled himself, trying to rub down the awakening hard on in his pants.
'Wow. That ass..'
Tahsa walked by him at that moment and gave him one of her most devilish smiles. She was definately adorable. In less than a second he pictured her naked, in a thong, dressed as Batgirl, in pig tails, and covered in oil.
Was it normal to think of his sister in law this way??
He caught a whiff of her perfume on the breeze she left swirling behind her and felt his dick try to harden again. 'Well, I have my fantasies' he thought, then turned his attention back to where it should be; on his bride.
The rest of the evening went fine and without a hitch, despite Liz's hightening consumption of champagne and whiskey sours.
'I'd better get her upstairs fast or I won't get any tonight'
The cake was cut and they ate it delicately from each others fingertips. David was growing hornier by the moment. He waited a long time for this evening, and watching his brides tongue glide up and around his fingers was maddening.
His dad seemed to be enjoying the show too. He was right there, as he'd been for most of the evening. David attributed it to loneliness, and thought it kind of sweet.
"Okay darling, time to 'retire' for the evening" he whispered in her ear, and Liz made a purring yummy sound. It was all he could do to manage her to the elevator.

Once in their suite, he delicately lay her back on the king size bed and smiled. He would be her first. She'd saved herself for her soulmate, as a gesture of true love. That made the situation even sexier to him.
He took off her heels and hose while she giggled and cooed. Her eyes fluttered a bit than rested closed as she relaxed and invited her groom to do as he wished. Just as he loosened his tie, the room phone rang.
'Who could that be?' he wondered, and decided to take the call in the parlor so as not to disturb his wife. Tonight would be a night that neither of them would ever forget.

 

[little_golden]

Lizzie found the reception flew by. To her relief, as everyone watched the garter toss went great. David had launched the garter into the crowd of men and they politely fought for it and the first dance with Tasha.

With the lights lowered and the music again pounding, the first dance went to the bridal couple. Lizzie enjoyed the time with her new husband as he held her and she snuggled her head against his chest. Her felt light from the drinking and she waltzed glad that David was leading. After they were mid-way though the dance, when Tasha and the best man joined in. He was simply glowing glad to have caught the garter and earned the dance with the woman who caught the bouquet - Tasha. Tasha had even been a lady for the dance.

The next dance was a very slow waltch. Lizzie’s mother had maneuvered her way onto the dance floor to get a dance with David. As Lizzie turned around Mr. Connors caught her arms and pulled Lizzie into his arms for a slow dance. Most of the guests were now lost in discussion and the bottom of their glasses as the formal reception was over and the “party hardy” phase began. Lizzie felt al little trapped as her father-in-law wrapped his strong arms around her waist.

“You look so delicious Elizabeth” he whispered in her ear.
“Oh your too kind Mr. Connors” Lizzie replied unsure of how to take his compliment. But she could smell the whiskey on his breath and figured he was harmless.

A minute of the dance went by, and Mr. Connors was successful in moving Lizzie towards a corner of the dance floor closest to the DJ and away from the eyes of the other guests. Then Liz blurted out “ooo” as she felt Mr. Connors big hands cupping her rear end and squeezing.

“Mr. Connors……” Lizzie whispered as she moved her hands off of his shoulders and upper back.

Mr. Connors made a show of pretending to have fallen asleep and before he opened his eyes, he slipped his hands back to Lizzie’s waist.

“I must have dozed” he mumbled but Liz wondered why he had such a grin on his face.

“I was dreaming of Mrs. Connors… she was a …. A well built woman too” he told her with a sly smile.

As the song ended Lizzie took her cue: “Thanks for the dance” she lied as she headed away.

Lizzie herself felt exhausted. After several more fast dances, she was ready to cut the cake and get on with the late night snacks so the bridal couple could make their get-a-way to the honey moon suite upstairs.

Mr. Connor was quick to set up his camera and position them as they jointly cut the three tier white spice cake. The guests though fewer in number now as the thinned out still cheered and clapped. Lizzie laughed as she carefully fed her husband a piece of cake with her fingers. It was a perfect job. David on the other hand seemed to enjoy the feeding Lizzie as he deliberately smeared the white icing on her face to the delight of the guests.

“Looks like cum to me” laughed Tasha to David. Lizzie again blushed as she quickly tried to lick it off unceremoniously.

With the cake over, they started their rounds of the tables thanking the guests that were left for the gifts and cash. At the exit they made their final good byes and then David swept Lizzie off her feet and carried her to the elevator for the trip to the penthouse honeymoon suite.

“Oh David I’m ready” whispered Lizzie. She was nervous yet excited tonight would be the night she’d lose her virginity to the man of her dreams. It felt like a dream in slow motion for Lizzie.

This is really it! thought Lizzie as the elevator rushed upwards.

An older couple got on the elevator and just grinned as they watched the young couple. The man proudly holding his new wife. She on the other hand looking demure and nervous. The congratulated the couple and got off the elevator a few floors later.

Arriving at the penthouse floor, they exited the elevator and after a short trip down the hall, Lizzie giggled as David carried his new bride across the threshold into the bridal suite.

“It’s absolutely beautiful!” declared Lizzie.

“Look at all those flowers! The bed looks like it could hold three couples too. And that jacuzzi with the bubbles - wow” added Lizzie. The room was spectacular and there were lit candles everywhere adding a romantic flavor.

“This is so perfect!” Lizzie told David as she wiped off a tear of joy.

"Now I'm ready. Thank you for being so patient and waiting" Lizzie began.

Slipping out of her high heels with the help of David she almost tumbled on her butt as she realized that the booze had taken more of a toll than she had thought.

"You don't think ... I'm drunk do you" she asked David seriously.

Now that the music had stopped.......

"That's silly ...I'm fine... "she told him as she unzipped the back of her dress and slipped out of the wedding dress.

"How do you like this?" Lizzie smiled at her love. There she stood in a lacy lacy demi bra that daintily displayer her perky little breasts. The little white silk thong panties with the frilly lace trim could barely hid her pubic bush. The panties sat on top the garter set that held up the thigh high expensive white silk stockings.

"Do you want to help me take the stockings off?" Lizzie teased nervously. She saw David smiling as she sat on the bed and he moved in to help pull them off. Lizzie backed onto the bed. The champagne was nestled on a table and she looked to David to pour them one last drink before they made love.

"RING! RINGS" the sound of the phone made Lizzie jump. The intimacy of the moment was lost as that sound intruded their privacy. She could only half hear .....

"This is Tasha ... Look I'm a little drunk.... This man is following me in the lobby... I'm afraid to take the elevator alone... Can you escort me up to my room... I'm so sorry to bother you two...."

Lizzie recognized the voice and rolled her eyes.

"Please help her...." Lizzie spoke reassuring as if he was doing her a personal favor.

"I'll have a glass of champagne and freshen up" Lizzie told him as she sauntered to the bottle and poured a tall goblet of the bubbly gold colored liquid.

"Ohh so bubbly" Lizzie teased as she sauntered sexily to the bathroom. There she checked her make-up, adding some more lipstick, brushed back her hair and made some minor adjustments to her undergarments.

I don't want to appear to eager but I want to appear ready and willing she thought.

As she left the bathroom a few minutes later she knew David was gone. She headed to the bed and started sipping her champagne... her eyelids were heavy as she rested... the bed felt so warm and cozy. The candles sent flickering shadows across the room in an enchanting effect....

 

[mmercury]

As David left the room more than a little frustrated, he didn't notice his father in the shadows at the far end of the long hallway. Once the elevator doors closed behind him, the burly man strode out towards the bridal suite.

"She was so drunk" he mumbled to himself. "She must have passed out by now" and then he was outside the door. He tapped, lightly at first. Then more firmly calling her name in a sinister whisper.

"Liz...LIZ" but she didn't answer.

It was an old fashioned (and extreemly elegant) hotel and to keep it's charm they hadn't made the switch to electronic locks. As it happened, Mr. Connors (or 'Bull' as his friends called him) had taken on part time jobs as a handiman and the lock provided no challange as he quickly picked it and cautiously entered.

"Good God" he thought. There she was laying sprawled out on the bed as if having just been gangbanged. His new daughter in law almost naked. He smiled knowing that he would take care of the 'almost' part. He sat on the bed next to her and except for a soft sigh made no sign that she was aware of his presence. Good, Very good.

He stood and moved back a few feet, then whipped out his professional, digital 35mm as if taking out his hardening penis. It armed quickly, and he aimed it at the helpless girl and began firing. He took pictures of her from every side and angle, then decided the lingere she wore was something he could do without. He cradled her delicate upper body in his strong arms and carefully unhooked the back of her lacy bra. The elastic 'snapped' free and he feared she might awaken, but to his pleasure she continued to doze. He pulled it off the new bride and carelessly tossed it to the floor.

Her breasts were scrumptious. Possibly the most suckable he'd ever seen. David's father guessed she was around a 36C and firm. He closed his huge paws around them and squeezed; Lizzie's fullness oozing out between his thick fingers. Laying her back on the bed he slurped a pink nipple into his mouth, tasting and teasing like a hungry child. He did the same to the other, and soon his cock was screaming to be set free. "soon".

The stockings and garter belt were the next to go, leaving the young bride dressed only in her bridal thong. It was white and frilly, and he smiled knowing that she had chosen it specifically for his son to be the first and only person to see them. Her legs were shapley and shimmered with that freshly shaven glow. He ran his hands all over them; up and down enjoying her smooth softness. She smelled of sweet flowers, champagne, baby powder and sweat. Looking at the crotch of her panties, he noticed there was something else. She was beginning to get wet.

Curling his big, stubby thumbs around the waistband he carefully lifted her ass (lingering there for a bit to enjoy) and pulled them down to her ankles. Liz squirmed a little then nestled herself into the pillow a bit more. Bull decided this would make for some great [photos for his books and snapped off a few before disgarding the panties to the floor with the rest. His son's new wife was now naked except for her wedding and engagement rings.

After undoing his pants, Bull tugged them down to his knees then climbed onto the bed between Liz's legs. The much older mans cock was a respectable length (about 7 inches), but his girth is what was really impressive. He had been compared by lovers in the past to a Pepsi can. As gently as he could, he pushed her knees apart and leaned forward. He pussy was very moist now, and mad a soft 'squishing' noise as he parted her labia and found her clit with his tongue. The young brides cunt was so delicious that he actually found that his mouth was watering while he ate her. Liz was squirming a little and making quiet groaning noises. Bull used all his years of expirence; he massaged her ass hole with his thumb. Licked the length of her lips while dipping into her opening ever so slightly. Made swirling and sucking combine when focusing on her clit until at last the sleeping bride orgasmed and gushed her warm fluids all over her father in law's mouth and chin. he sat up and looked at her. Nipples hard and pointing up; her pussy soaked and lips parted as if inviting him to enter.

Bull seized that moment to add a few more photos to the camera's disc space, then decided it was time for the second act to begin...

 

[Jacobo_Curious]

Tasha smirked teasingly and wriggled her bottom slightly as she placed her palms against the wall. "Are you sure about this, big boy?" she whispered breathily, her eyes wide and almost innocent, though she was obviously putting on a show.

"It's standard procedure," rumbled the security guard, lying smoothly. "We have to search all entrants without registered rooms for weapons. Important people stay here, you know."

Tasha also knew that the security guard had taken her out of sight, but she didn't care. And he knew that she wouldn't care. The slutty way her dress tilted off one shoulder and the manner in which her uplifted cleavage threatened to pop out of her dress made her desires quite obvious. Despite her amazingly curvy body, she showed no effects of aging yet -- and she planned to have as much fun as possible before anything like that happened.

Almost a 38DD in bust size and with wide, inviting hips and a firm, round ass, Tasha was the wet dream of anybody and the prize of a surprising amount of men (and women, though she was more quiet about that fact). Her hair was an unnatural color, but it looked good on her -- her breasts only sagged enough to show they were actually natural, and she was surprisingly perky and incredibly firm, as if some Mother Goddess had blessed her to be perfect for childbearing. Of course, she didn't want any children. Not yet, anyway. Just sex.

The security guard ran his hands up her bare legs -- the most obvious indication yet that he wasn't searching for weapons. He reached until her short dress, reaching up to pat around and then, finding she was wearing small thong panties, squeezed the bare flesh of her bottom tightly. Tasha let out a small, innocent gasp, and squirmed delightfully in the guard's hands, putting on as much of a show as she good. Grunting with admiration, the guard reached forward to stroke the front of her panties, and then slid his hands up and out from under her dress, reaching up to cup her large breasts hungrily, lifting them up as if testing melons at a market.

Tasha moaned in approval as the guard began to rub circles around the front of her breasts, and she wiggled her ass against his groin while keeping her palms flat against the wall, feeling his hard cock behind his pants. The security guard, breathing heavily, reached back to undo the snaps keeping Tasha's dress together in the back, and then undid her push-up bra skillfully, causing it to drop to the ground. He slid his hands down her low, low top, squeezing her firm tits hungrily and rubbing on the nipples with his rough thumbs.

Hearing footsteps, however, the security guard swore quietly and stepped back, giving Tasha a firm, muffled slap on the ass and a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be back for you, baby," he growled hungrily, and then jogged off, leaving her there, panting. The footsteps grew louder, until much to her pleasure, David rounded the corner and saw her there, panting and blushing, with her breasts nearly popping out of her dress (which was mostly undone in the back still) and her bra lying on the floor.

Ah, my sister is so lucky... he's very handsome. I'd do him just for fun. I've always wanted my sister to loosen up a little... too bad I never told her what I've REALLY always wanted from her...

"Ooh, David," she whispered, stumbling towards him and collapsing in his arms, pressing her hard nipples against his chest and resting her head on his shoulder, "you came just in time... I didn't see his face... I was so frightened... I'm so, SO glad you're here..." She lowered one hand casually yet stealthily to his lower back. "Oh, David..."

 

[mmercury]

"Tasha...what happend? Are you alright?" The centerfold blonde all but collapsed into David's arms curling her face into crook of his neck. With the necktie gone and collar askew, his wifes sister's nose and mouth tickled his overly sensitive skin in a very good way. He could feel her panting; her warm breath caressing and intoxicating. He gathered her covering what he could while reassuring her that everything would be okay.

After getting her a room (which he kindly put on his credit card), they made their way to the elevators and Tasha now seemed to be much more relaxed. Almost too much so, as if she hadn't been nearly raped. Still, she clung to the new groom tightly and in all honesty David didn't mind a bit. He had thought of Lizzies sister often since they'd met. Always sexually. Always when he masturbated.

"Are you sure you don't want to call the police and report this?" he asked concerned. That was David. Do the right thing and follow all the rules, even if it hurt.

His sister in law tilted her face upwards to him and fluttered her long eylashes. Her lips, adorned in a lucious shade of shimmering, frosted peach curled in a surprisingly girlish smile. Only inches from him, he could smell her perfume and the alcohol on her breath. There was something else too, that he couldn't identify. He averted his gaze to stare at the floor, only to see Tasha had kicked off her strappy heels and was now barefoot.

'God' he thought. 'Even her feet are sexy.'

Just then the elevator door opened to the floor where her room would be. David thought that perhaps he would call up to their room once inside just to let Liz know what was going on. As they walked down the corridor, he couldn't help but notice how Tasha's swelling breasts bobbed and moved with her every step. Threatening to spill out at any minute. In the new groom's mind, they already had.

'Stop it Dave. She's your wife's sister for chrissake! Just get her in her room and go!' and then they were at her door. In a flirty way reminicent of old Doris Day movies, Tasha delicately held the key out to him. Holding her heels in one hand, he took the key with the other and slowly inserted it into the lock. As the door swung open, she fell forward and into is arms.

'She's finally passed out.'

Scooping her up in his embrace, he carried her in and gently laid her back on the queen size bed. 'Second time tonight' he grinned.

The door automatically shut and locked behind them, and he took this opportunity to call Lizzie upstairs.

'That's strange...she doesn't answer..' and as he hung up the phone felt a feminine hand curl around his waist and take hold of his hardening member...

 

[little_golden]

Hot Slumber On Honeymoon Night....

Within seconds after finishing the last glass of champagne in the bedroom, Lizzie was asleep in a half-sitting position on the bed King sized bed. Her small framed body, though small and short and so sexy, looked tiny against the immense bed and opulence of the bridal suite. Lizzie was a heavy sleeper under normal circumstances but the excitement of the day, the dancing and the alcohol put her into a deep dreamy sleep.

"Click! Click! Click....Click! Click! Click!......" went on and on in the room around her and Lizzie didn't hear a thing. The room lit up over and over again as the camera flashed.

Then at last, she felt the strong arms of David moving her about in the bed. She simply whispered "okay dear" and she felt her body shuffled slightly on the big King sized bed. Then she felt a comfortable feeling of relief as her lovely white large grape-fruit sized breasts (36C) tumbled free of their constraints. She didn't know why they were free or when they were free, but it just felt comfortable and good.

"Oh" she moaned softly The elastic 'snapped' free, sending a tingly pleasurable feeling across her nipples which she loved. She didn't know she was being positioned for a little naughty boudoir or centrefold session.

"Oh yes.... aaaaa" Lizzie moaned as unknown finger started to play with her breasts -massaging them and then teasing her nipples. Such sensitive and delicate nipples were ever so quick to respond to the male touch.

"Click! Click! Click!" the camera flashed away.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" Lizzie moaned unconciously as a pair of lips started to suck first gently and then more firmly on her nipples. Her mind drifted in her dream she imagined she was nursing her new baby. It felt so great as the baby hungrily sucked on her breasts. But they felt so full too, so rigid, so hot and wet. Then it stopped to her disappointment....

But again unknown to her the room lit up to a series of flashes and "click! click! click!"

Lizzie rested her head against a big feathery pillow. She rolled to her side momentarily before rolling back trying to get comfortable. She was feeling warm and was glad not to have covers on her, but her body was hot and perspiring. How she wished she had turned on the A/C higher.

The gentle tugging on her stockings were even noticed at all. They came off one after the other and with such ease given the sheerness and smoothness of her freshly shaved legs. Similarly, the garter belt was removed without her even knowing it and without her even stirring.

Lizzie moaned softly as a hand ran across her smooth legs. It sent goosebumps across her legs and neck. In response, she moved her legs slightly as if in a nervous twitch, but it never dawned on the sleeping bride that someone was actually touching her legs.

The attention to her body, had a cummulative effect on her pussy. She was getting hotter by the minute and her breasts were excited as demonstrated by her rock hard nipples that stood erect and pointy. A pair of finger touched her nipples simultaneosuly and a deep throat moan escaped Lizzie's lips.
Without realizing it, she slipped her fingers into her panties and touched herself on impulse.

"Click! Click" went the opportunist with the camera.

Next a big pair of hands lifted her bum off the bed. Her body enjoyed the touch and now she was become more and more aroused by the nearness of the unknown male. Then the lightest brushing of her panties against her skin as they were slid down to her ankles and then slipped off completely. The warm air of the room flooded onto her steam hot pussy..... She shuddered as her thich pubic bush was touched by a strange hand.

"Ohhhhh" she moaned softly. She was ready. She was naked. Her own fingers now touched her nipple with one hand. The other hand strode across her flat tummy, across her black forest like bush, and then to touch her own wet pussy.

Lizzie was naked. Lizzie was a beautiful sight with her short black hair gently tussled. Her white white skin glowing with perspiration. Her ample breasts free and available and lastly a surprisingly "natural" hairy pussy that seemed endless compared to such a small body.

"Click! Click! Click!" went the camera as it flashed.

Lizzie's knees parted easily without resistance. Her body was eager to be touched and taken. She was hot, very wet, very excited and in a virgin's gentle heat. A soft firm object explored inside her and teased her pussy and toyed with her erect clit. Her mind, still asleep had no idea of the cause of the wonderful feelings flooding her body and driving her crazy with lustful needs.

As the tonguing continued and the tempo increased, Lizzie was now moaning with each stroke and gasping for breath. She was panting as sucking and tonguing went on and on. She almost woke as she gasped when a big finger founds its way into her tight asshole. Then the tonguing pleasurably punished her clit and forced her to lose control completely as she bucked on the bed like a whore in a brothel.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSS---oooooOOOOOO!" she moaned out loudly as her body orgasmed and the her hot love fluids rushed out for the first time.

"Click! Click! Click!"

Oh what a wonderful dream thought Lizzie sleepily as her body was in a state of peaceful sexually fulfilled bliss. In her dream, it had been David who had near.....

Lizzie felt hands touching her and she was now half awake. She assumed it was David back at last and probably eager to take her as his honeymoom prize. As the hands guided her to her tummy, she felt her legs being parted.......

"Click!"

A sound had brought her one step closer to being awake. But at that instant.....

 

[mmercury]

With his son's wife now lying face down on her tummy, the beefy older man opened her legs wider with an effortless heave. Liz squirmed but only a little to make her posisition and her doze a bit more comfortable. The wonderful dream she was having was starting to cross over in her mind to reality.

"Now.." slithered Mr. Connors in a raspy, cigarette colored voice. He pulled out all of his cock at once and it felt hot in his meaty hand. It was swollen and veiny and the larger head was a deep purple. From it's opening slimey droplets of precum were announcing that everything was ready and he smiled down at the helpless bride. The first time his son had brought her home he'd wanted her. Wanted to fuck her hard and hurt her. There was something about her gentle spirit; her demureness that he wanted to pervert and break. At a family cookout many months ago he'd managed to sneak a few pictures of her from the upstairs bathroom window. Liz was wearing a bikini top and cut off shorts and was compleatly unaware of what she was doing to him. Of just how sexy and desireable she was.

He'd jerked off over those pictures more times that he could count.

"I don't know about you, but I'll certainly always remember your first time" he hissed, and brought his penis up to and against her moist girl hole. He could feel her warmth and without any consideration whatsoever, plowed his lenght into her until his hips were slapping against the round, fleshy mounds of her ass. Her father in laws cock was thick and long and filled her virgin entrance like a finger in a glove. He felt her hyman break quickly and began slamming in and out of her like he was fucking for the last time ever.

"Such a sweet, innocent little girl aren't you Liz? So pure and wholesome...nnnggghhhh...nfnfnf..or maybe you're really just a little cum sucking slut..."

The bridal bed was creaking and banging furiously now, and Liz's blood and pussy juice soaked the bed covers as well as her inner thighs. Her ass was bouncing and quivering like a bowl of butterscotch pudding.

"Such a tease...ngh ngh..such a fucking slut tease you are...so now you get fucked like a slut tease..mmf mnf.. NNGRHF..."

Bull's cock was now sliding in and out of the former virgin reasonably easilly, much like an oiled piston in a cylinder. If he was causing her pain or discomfort of any kind he didn't care. Her eyelashes began to flutter and his daughter in law was smiling as his hardened dick exploded; shooting thick, hot gobs of his milk seed deep into her deflowered womb.

"A slut gets what a slut deserves.." he whispered in her ear, and Liz realized that the man lying on top of her was not her husband...

 

[little_golden]

Shocked Confusion... A nightmare!

Lizzie was enjoying the pumping action inside her. She felt hot, excited and very horny. In her subconcious mind, the man of her dreams was consumating their marriage vows and was lovingly enjoying their honeymoon night.

Oh how it was worth the wait....she thought as her mind drifted through its slumber.

Slowly she continued to become more and more concious.... the hard action driving her to blissful pleasure.

I wish I didn't drink so much......

She heard a male voice:
"Now.."
The pumping continued and the tempo went faster and faster. She knew there was some tearing going on in her vagina but it felt wonderful despite the minor pain. She was wet, slick and ready and her body naturally met his tempo and she arched her back trying to push back to maximize his penetration and their mutual pleasure.

"oooooooo---eeee-----ooo" she moaned softly in response.

The male voice spoke again:

"I don't know about you, but I'll certainly always remember your first time"

"Ooooooooooooooo!" moaned Lizzie at each deep penetration. He seemed to be slowing down and her body wanted to speed up. The frustration in her body was driving her crazy. This continued and her senses slowly started to awaken further.

Who is that voice? That doesn't sound like my David....Lizzie started to realize.....

"Such a sweet, innocent little girl aren't you Liz? So pure and wholesome...nnnggghhhh...nfnfnf..or maybe you're really just a little cum sucking slut..."

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Lizzie screamed out. Her body racked with pleasure as she squirmed and panted like an animal under the furious pounding that had recommenced. The big cock was sliding fast a free within her driving her body into a sexual frenzy. The bed was creaking and the headboard must have been loose for it banged in rapid machine gun like pounding against the nearby wall.

"bang-bang-bang.... bang-bang-bang....bang-bang-bang!"

Someone is going to hear us....panicked Lizzie.

"Slut!" Lizzie knew David would never call her that..... She spoke the word in q questioning fashion.... Something was dreadfully wrong..... her senses were on fire..... her body was acting strangely in a new and confusing way. Oh it felt so good... yet....

The voice spoke again:
"Such a tease...ngh ngh..such a fucking slut tease you are...so now you get fucked like a slut tease..mmf mnf.. NNGRHF..."

"Oh my...oh...ooooooooooooooooo.....aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" Lizzie screamed out as she climaxed at the same time as the man fucking her. Her body was rewarded with an exchange of wet hot sticky liquids. She was panting. Lizzie was on fire.

"ooooooooooaaaaaaaaaa....aaaaaa" Lizzie had moaned in final glee.

Slowly Lizzie pulled the big dick out.

Who is there? What is going on? Must be my imagination...Maybe a bad dream....

"Ooooooo!" she moaned one last time as the big dick popped out and warm cum dripped down in consequence. She could feel big hands holding her hips.

"yuk!" she mumbled as the flow dripped out.

As she turned, she was stunned to see Mr. Connor. She looked white as a ghost and panicky.

"Mr. Connors!!!??? " she spoke in almost a whisper.

"Why..?" was the second word to escape her lips as she lay before him naked and dripping of cum, in stunned disbelief. Her mind was in shock. She didin't even have the good sense to grab a towel. Her breasts lay open to his view and even now her nipples were still hard and excited.

His reply devasted her:
"A slut gets what a slut deserves.."

"I'm no slut...." Lizzie started to explain....

"What about your son.... Where is he....?" Lizzie started to panic as if David would enter the room shortly. She had no idea where he was or how long he had been gone.

 

[little_golden]

There was a knock on the door.....

A man's voice came through the door...

"Room service...."

 

[mmercury]

"Let me make something VERY clear to you, daughter.." Mr. Connors tone was stern now, almost commanding as he addressed her. "I could tell from the moment David brought you home how much you loved to fuck...you just didn't know it yet." Liz was wimpering a bit like a lost kitten and was at last tugging on the bedcovers in a frantic attempt to cover herself. Again there was an urgent knock and the announcement of 'room service'. David must have ordered something as a surprise for them both. A romantic addition for what should have been their magical first time.

"No no, my dear. Stay just as you are. I'm going to let our guest in and I want you to proudly show him what a dirty girl you've been. As far as he knows we're the happy couple.." Davids father now had a different look about him; almost as if posessed by a demon. His eyes were no longer kind and the terrified bride could tell he was very serious. He walked over to the door.

"Legs open Lizzie..let him see my cum dripping out of your naughty pussy" and with that Bull opened the door and invited the busboy in with his cart. On it was champagne, strawberries, melted warm chocolate, and fresh whipped cream. The young latin man tried to avert his eyes from the naked woman laying on the bed. "Put it there please" the man known as Bull said, gesturing to the side of the bed where his daughter in law lay sprawled.

"It's fine if you want to look at my wife..she wants you to, don't you Liz?" Lizzie squirmed a little and instinctively tried to close her legs then remembered her rapist's command. She did not wish to be hurt or objectified any further. "Don't YOU?" This time the words were clearly an order, not an actual question. She felt tears well in the corners of her eyes. She reached up and touched the young servers sleve, gaining his attention. He turned and looked directly at her. Ashamedly, Liz parted her thighs and allowed the strange man full view of her no longer secret charms.

"If you don't mind, my good man" Bull took out his camera and snapped off a dozen shots or so of the waiter sitting and standing by Liz, cupping her breasts and even pointing at her freshly fucked cunt. Handing him a $50 bill, her husband's father dismissed him and turned his full attention back to the new bride.

"I'm ready again Liz" he smiled, and taking out his engorged, thick cock and climbing up onto the king sized bed. Reaching for a strawberry, he dipped it in chocolate and then in cream before placing it at his daughter in law's lips. "Bite" he comanded, and hesitantly she did as the large penis again began it's journey into the warm, wet folds of her newly deflowered girlhole.

"That's my good little slut.." he complimented..

 

[little_golden]

Mr. Connors suddenly because serious and mean, Lizzie was forced to listen as he spoke in a commanding like fashion:

"Let me make something VERY clear to you, daughter. I could tell from the moment David brought you home how much you loved to fuck...you just didn't know it yet."

"What!?" What?" Liz mumbled as wimpered before the big man. Realizing that he was still eyeballing her she quickly pulled at the silky white bedsheet. Though semi-transparent she had least something between them, some form of protection from her rapist.

"You raped me! You bastard!" Liz started to scream out but the knocking and voice outside the door made her stop quickly as she didn't want to make a scene.

It's David... Here to save me.. Was her first thought...But he wouldn't be knocking....

The voice was unfamiliar but she wasn't surprised about room service. Probably part of her new husband's soft, gentle, compassinate and loving side.

Lizzie made a motion as if to run to the bathroom to hide but Mr. Connors seemed ready to intercept and close down any such ideas as he spoke firmly, as if, sensing Lizzie's nervousness and lack of comfort with the situation. Mr. Connors as a cruel and vicious look, Lizzie wasn't sure if he'd actually hit her or just expose her to the stranger, he spoke menacingly:

"No no, my dear. Stay just as you are. I'm going to let our guest in and I want you to proudly show him what a dirty girl you've been. As far as he knows we're the happy couple."

Lizzie sat terrified in the big king size bed looking beautiful but tiny and helpless. She pulled at the sheets to try to her not only her body but her face as well.

Mr. Connors wouldn't let up as he commanded her:

"Legs open Lizzie..let him see my cum dripping out of your naughty pussy"

Lizzie didn't know what to do, so she turned her head sideways trying to avoid the waiter, and dropping the bedsheet. Quickly she spread her legs wide and looked away.

The door creaked slightly as it opened. Lizzie didn't dare look over.

Maybe he'll just take the tray at the door. He might not see me thought Lizzie.

But her hopes were dashed as Mr. Connors directed the server: "Put it there please".

Lizzie could sense the man approaching her, no doubt he was confused and staring. Her hairy pussy was fully exposed as where her legs and breasts. She did her best to hide her face, and even raised her elbows in the air in a foolish effort to hide her face. This action allowed her breasts to jiggle and bounce before the server in a teasing fashion.

Time stopped for Lizzie. It took forever for she felt the man watching and staring at her. She could feel the cum dripping from her as she lay spread before him like common whore. She tried to avoid eye contact.

The silence was shattered when Mr. Connors spoke again:

"It's fine if you want to look at my wife..she wants you to, don't you Liz?"

Don't use my real name... Don't do this... Please don't do this! Lizzie mentally begged to no avail.

She started to close her legs but sensing Mr. Connors approaching, she opened them further causing a gush of cum to drip further down her pussy.

This isn't happening..... this isn't happening... it's a nightmare... I'll wake up Lizzie tried to reassure herself as she now squirmed nervously on the bed.

Mr. Connor's voice spoke again with a certain threat in it:"Don't YOU?"

Lizzie knew what Mr. Connors wanted and turned to face the server. The tears she held back with great effort and tried to smile though it was obviously forced.

"yes dear" Lizzie spoke for the first time.

Looking into the servers eyes, she blushed and blushed as she pulled his hands closer to her body invitingly. She rubbed his finger across her flat tummy, then across her firm breasts to linger momentarily and her erect nipples. She allowed his hand to traverse down her arms and back to her hair bush. The young latino took his own liberties as she brushed her soft lips and then moved his fingers gently in and out as if pushing the dripping cum back in.

"oooooo" Lizzie coed softly unable to hold in the feelings that were overcoming her again.

While the server started to touch Lizzie and his own initiative Lizze was surprised when Mr. Connors interrupted:
"If you don't mind, my good man. Click! Click! Click!"

The flash and the clicking sound forced Lizzie into the realization that the camera was again working.

"Please no" she whispered to Mr. Connors but he seemed to ignore her plea.

Lizzie looked away, as Mr. Connors started to encourage the boy to take liberties, while they both grinned and the camera kept clicking away to Lizzie's humiliation.

Lizzie eyes gave him a pleading desperate look but he had a heart of stone.

She felt the young man cupping her breasts. He was grinning with pride as Lizzie held in her rage and anger.

The young man was pointing and probing her pussy first with one finger, then two and to Lizzie's discomfort then three fingers. She could feel the hot sensation burning within her.

No! no! no! This isn't real Lizzie tried to assure herself.

It's not Mr. Connor's cum in me. He didn't fuck me. That server isn't here. It's my wedding day.. I'm about to wake up... Okay... Wake up Lizzie she told herself.

To her surprise the young man crawled into the sheets with her and wrapped his arm around her waist and waited for the camera to click.

He's acting like I'm some hooker or stripper or something thought Lizzie.

There is no way he'd believe I'd marry a ruffian like that.... she tried to reassure herself and maintain some shred of dignity.

The server's eyes lit up as Mr. Connor handing him z crisp $50 bill. The server just stared as Mr. Connor ignored him and returned his attenther to Lizzie. She had a bad feeling....

He spoke with a soft but aggressive tone:
"I'm ready again Liz".

To her shock he pulled out his engorged and thick cock which he stroked several times before climbing onto the bed.

Lizzie looked nervously to the door for the young latino was still watching them as if in his own trance.

She watched as Mr. Connors started to grab at the food. He dipped a strawberry in chocolate and French Vanilla ice cream and brought it to Lizzie's lips

Mr. Connors ordered: "Bite"

Lizzie bite the strawberry in small pieces as he seemed to enjy smeaking the chocolate sauce and melting ice cream around her lips.

Distracted by the food, and eating, she could only grunt "aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" as he inserted the tip of his erect penis back into her pussy.

Lizzie pushed herself onto him.....

He spoke again: "That's my good little slut.."

"He's still here..."whispered Lizzie as her eyes remained locked on the server.

 

[mmercury]

His thick cock slid inside Liz much easier this time; her opening was slick with their mixing fluids and seemed eager to open as if a hungry mouth.

"Aaahhhhhhh...nnnnnn..." her father in law grunted as his meat quickly dissappeared inside her. "You're just like all the others, Lizzie..nnngggg...miss goody two shoes on the outside, and a whore through and through on the inside. I can tell.." He was pistoning now at a steady clip and again the large bed began to squeak and thump.

"Wrap your legs around me honey..this will all get much easier the more we do it." His son's new bride did as he instructed, even though she wanted nothing more than to flee or turn back the hands of time to yesterday or both.

"That's it..my good girl. I have to say, you're a much better fuck than David's last fiancee. Although, I'd have to say the best was the girlfriend he had first year of college. Cindy. She was a piece of ass. Put up a bit of a struggle too...unlike you, my little slut. In a few months, I think you could become the best fuck out of all of them..." Mr. Connors was pounding into her gaping, wet pussy now, and the room filled with the slurping sounds she was making. His nostrils fill with the intertwining aromas of her perfume, powder, cunt and his own spunk. The fragrance was familiar yet just a little different as tey all were, and he liked it. Liz would be his swan song. His prize. He would mold her into the perfect sex toy.

"Daddy's going to cum again, my sweet. I'm going to fill your naughty pussy with the cum it needs..what it was made for.. AAAAARRRGGGHHHHHNNNNNNnnnnnnn....." Ang pushing into her searing, streaching opening as far as he could, her husband's father again pumped his warm, milky seed deep inside her belly. Gazing at her face he noticed that her cheeks were flushed and her eyes mostly closed. He smiled a wicked smile.

"Would you like to cum again Lizzie? Or have you already...?"

 

[little_golden]

Lizzie was angry and bitter that Mr. Connor had readied himself for another round of forced love making. This wasn't what she wanted and certainly not how she expected to lose her virginity. She had waited so long for the perfect man and now it had been her father-in-law that had been the first to make love to her.

"This is a nightmare!" she whispered softly as she could feel Mr. Connor shifted his weight on the bed and readying his thick cock and sliding it all too easily in her wet pussy. The insert was quick enough and Lizzie responsed with a muffled grunt:

"Ughhh"

It has to be worth a try to stop him.

"No...no again Mr. Connor!" she begged him in a whiny whimpering voice.

He just seemed to ignore her and his pushed his penis to its full length within her. Lizzie was amazed at how easily it entered and went to its depth within her. Only hours before she wouldn't have expected that her body could be molded to a man so quickly. She wouldn't have imagined her body responding to the touch of any man other than her husband David.

Mr. Connor's big cock waisted no time as it started to slid in her. The strokes were long and powerful. At first Lizzie resisted the urge to moan but as she felt the powerful pumping, her body again began its natural excitement and response to his touch. She couldn't help it. She knew she was being watched but just had to let it out.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooo" she moaned softly and then louder and louder as Mr. Connor seemed to be taking her for a test drive as he picked up the pace.

"Please...please...use a condom..Mr. Connor" she begged.
Instead of a reply, she heard Mr. Connor make an animal like sound:

"Aaahhhhhhh...nnnnnn..."

"This is wrong..." Lizzie tried to explain between her own moans which were increasing in frequency and volume.

"He's your son...I'm your daughterlaw... the future mother to your own grandchildren...." Lizzie tried to tell him.

Mr. Connor didn't seem to hear. He looked like he was in depth concentration in a fucking frenzy. He spoke candidly and gruffly:

"You're just like all the others, Lizzie..nnngggg...Miss Goody-Two- Shoes on the outside, and a whore through and through on the inside. I can tell.."

"ooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Oh no Mr.... Mr. Connor..... oooooooaaa!!! You're so... so big... I mean your mean!" Lizzie screamed out as now the big cock was buried deep and driving fast and furious in her now drenched and burning hot pussy. The bed itself was again thumping against the wall to her embarassment. The very bed springs were creaking!

"This isn't right..." Lizzie whispered aloud. But Mr. Connor seemed lost in the fucking. It wasn't lovemaking. There was no kissing, or caressing or tenderness. It was fast, raw, and energy charged.

He's just fucking me... like he would anyone... he's just a pervert... a fucking bastard that pries young women.... Lizzie tried to comfort herself.

Mr. Connor spoke authoritatively, if this was a performance for the server that they were a honeymoon couple... well the server would be be convinced:

"Wrap your legs around me honey..this will all get much easier the more we do it."

"I can't...I won't" Lizzie started to protest but she could feel him using his strength to pull her legs around his back. Realizing it was a losing cause and not wanting to incur his wrath she obediently, started to wrap her legs around the big man's back. To her surprised he seemed to pull her closer and closer, his big cock seemed to enter deeper and deeper forcing her to grunt and moan as the waves of pleasure crashed over her body. Somehow it seemed bigger and everything a little tighter.

"ooooo....no...aaaaaaa" Lizzie gasped in response to his new deeper thrusting. She was despertae to slow down her body and the pleasure. She wanted to turn herself cold and frigid to his touch but it was too late. Her own body was betraying her.

Mr. Connor resumed his bossy coaching:

"That's it..my good girl. I have to say, you're a much better fuck than David's last fiancee. Although, I'd have to say the best was the girlfriend he had first year of college. Cindy. She was a piece of ass. Put up a bit of a struggle too...unlike you, my little slut. In a few months, I think you could become the best fuck out of all of them..."

His last girlfiriend? He's done this before... Oh God what type of family have I married into.....

Lizzie was shaking uncontrollably as Mr. Connor continued his furious deep fucking. Her body was exploding in sweet sexual arousal. It felt primitive and raw. She felt like an object - like a big blow up doll used by some pervert. Though dark she felt sexy and exhilerated and the same time though she would never admit it.

"Oh no... oh no... oh no" Lizzie grunted fearing she would climax under Mr. Connor hot touch and probing. She had to get her body under control. She didn't want Mr. Connor to know he had almost set her off. But Mr. Connor beat her to his climax.

Her concentration was broken as Mr. Connor declared with pride:

"Daddy's going to cum again, my sweet. I'm going to fill your naughty pussy with the cum it needs..what it was made for.. AAAAARRRGGGHHHHHNNNNNNnnnnnnn....."

"Noooooooooooooo!" moaned Lizzie for she half closed her eyes blotting it out as she could feel his wet sensation in, dumped into her furthest reaches.

"Oh no!" she whispered as she used her left hand to wipe the perspiration off her forehead. She was hot. Her body was drenched. Mr. Connor on top of her felt like a burning candle.

Oh God what if he gets me pregnant? What am I going to do? What am I going to say to David? I have to tell him. I have to involve the police Lizzie tried to reason as her body started to slow down as Mr. Connor stopped his pumping action.

Lizzie panicked.

I'm full.... His cum must be everywhere ... inside there... she imagined.

Mr. Connors spoke again in a slightly lower voice:

"Would you like to cum again Lizzie? Or have you already...?"

At that moment, Lizzie heard a voice. A man was clearing his throat.

That can't be David Lizzie prayed.

As she looked over she could see the latino server staring with wide eyes. At the front of his black uniform pants was a small bulge and a big wet spot!

"Please no Mr. Connor.... David is coming... Get rid of that server too..... " Lizzie begged.

"Please pull yourself out..... I want to wash you out!" she told him in a whining desperate voice.

"Please get out of here... When I tell David what happened... You'll be sorry for raping me....." she whispered to him.

 

[Jacobo_Curious]

Tasha smiled slyly as David laid her down on the bed, her breasts jiggling healthily as she collasped dramatically. He turned to make a call, and while he wasn't looking, she began to execute her plan.

Oh, yes. THIS will make sis jealous of me. Then she'll have to do it... I'll finally be better! I'll steal her husband! I know he wants me... everyone does.

Loosening her clothes even more, she fully unbuttoned the back of her dress and let it slip to the floor, leaving her in all her mostly-naked glory, only tiny thong panties protecting her now. Taking up her bra in one hand, she staggered forward dramatically and collasped against David's back, pressing her big breasts up against him tightly. She felt his back stiffen, and then felt something else stiffen as her hand oh-so-clumsily slipped forward toward the groin of his pants and landed on the growing bulge there.

"Ah, David," she whispered throatily, "will you help me with my bra? I don't know if I can handle it, but I want to have it on in case somebody comes in... oh...!" Acting as if she just noticed the bulge, she squeezed experimentally, stroking up and down curiously before gasping dramatically. "D-David! What on Earth?"

She turned him around, her breasts pressing against his chest and hiding her nipples, but her cleavage well-displayed for his leisurely perusal. Her expression was shocked, but her hand stayed clasped around his cock. She moved even closer forward to look into his eyes critically, and placed her other hand on his ass, pushing him close and causing him to almost stumble, forcing him to put both his own hands on her bottom. As he realized belatedly that her juicy and ripe ass was almost completely bare, she squeezed his cock firmly and began to rub the tip through his pants -- yet in a practiced oblivious manner, as if she didn't even realize that she was doing it.

"David," she said sternly, though still affecting a drunken voice, "is there something wrong? Is there something you aren't telling me?"

Her full, bow-shaped ruby lips moved as she spoke, and every moment reminded David how perfect they would be pressed against his own lips, how better-than-perfect they would be wrapped obediently around his shaft... and looking at the squashed cleavage of her bare breasts pressed against his chest sent whirls of imagination flowing through his confused mind....

 

[mmercury]

Without even realizing he leaned in and kissed her. Any rational thinking he might have done previously was now being done by the "little brain", and those thoughts were of one thing only.

Tasha's lips were wet and silky soft, as he knew they'd be. They parted easilly and her warm tongue danced in his mouth like a worm wriggeling on a hook. David had most definately been caught, and was now being lazily reeled in.

"Tasha..I'm sorry. I..I don't know what I ..." but she answered his concerns by pressing harder against him and causing them both to tumble backward onto the queen size bed. The mattress was extra pillowy and cradled them as they fell. Liz's younger sister was on top of David now; straddeling him while tosseling her hair and flinging her bra far across the small room. As she bent forward ignoring his protests her crotch pressed hard against his enlarged cock and even through the slacks he wore he could tell she was wet. And ready, but was he?

Fucking his wife's sister at this moment would be a life altering expirence, but could he live with the concequences? He'd fantasized about her and how it might happen hundreds of times, but only because he knew it would never happen. Yet, here they were, on his and Liz's wedding night no less, and Tasha was all but naked on top of him. When she started grinding her mushy pussy against him, tracing the length of his hardened shaft while purring like a kitten his deciscion was made.

"Forgive me Liz.." he whispered to himself and surrendered to the needs of the here and now and his penis. He pulled her in and forward and crushed her mouth to his. Her tussle of bleach blonde hair surrounded then both like a tangle of golden spiderwebs. He was caught like prey.

In a forceful effort he rolled her over so that she was under him on her back (later he would wonder if it hadn't been her who made this move) and he knelt between her open legs. 'God she's beautiful' he thought, mesmerized by how perfect and sexy his wifes sister was and began to franticly remove the vestiges of his tuxedo. Tasha was squirming and playing with her wobbling breasts, pinching and twisting the hardened nipples while cooing and fluttering her long, smoky lashes. Soon David was naked, and his hungry, desperate mouth took over for her expirenced fingers. Her nipples felt good wrapped in his tongue, and her tits were bigger than her clothes led on to believe. He squeezed and suckled like a newborn, and Tasha did nothing to stop him. If anything, she was encouraging.

When he could no longer wait; long, syrupy drips of precum hanging from his aching dick, David at last hooked his fingers in the band of her gstring and began to yank. His sister in law was smiling, and hadn't seemed intoxicated for quite a while now. He didn't notice, nor did he care. He gazed at her beautiful pussy, slick with nectar and his mouth began to water...

 

[mmercury]

The cum oozing out of Lizzies no longer virgin slit was thick and syrupy, and the sight of it made the man call bull smile. It was his. Planted deep inside his new daughter in law and perhaps even finding an egg or two to fertilize. He laughed gruffly.

" I'll tell you what, honey" he offered the helpless, naked bride. "Give poor, horny Jose here a hand job and I'll let you and my son get back to your magic evening ...your first night of lovemaking. Ahhhhh...young love". He was making fun of her now, and David too. The room servent didn't care however, and moved quickly by her side with his long, dark cock at full attention. He presented it to her proudly. Mr. Connors could see her hesitation (or maybe fear?), but gave her no alternatives.

"Liz honey, If you just give the man what he needs I'll bet he blows his load in no time. Hell, just look at yourself..what red blooded man wouldn't? Then you'll have plenty of time to clean up and put on something really pretty for my son. I'll bet you've got something lacy and feminine...something for you two's first time..go on. You're only giving the man your hand. Justthink of it as one more in the reception line.."

Bull was dressing himself now but making sure that Liz did everything as he instructed her. Turning her face away from the latin server she held his stiff meat much like she might have held a hot dog in a bun. Tightening her delicate grasp around it, the young bride began to pull and stroke. It took less than 3 minutes for his body to tighten and he came like an erupting cannon. His hot, milky jiz launched high and far splattering all over her face and wedding veil. One sticky glob hit her right in the eye, gluing her long lashes shut. Liz felt used and ashamed.

"Now, I suggest you don't say anything to my son Liz. At least not until you and I have had a chance to discuss what's happened here tonight a little bit further. Until then, I suggest you get all nice and pretty again and try to enjoy your first night as man and wife. If you don't mind me saying so, you really do look like a whore. And that's a good thing."

Mr. Connors bent and kiss ed his daughter in law full and deep while shoving his beefy fingers inside her sloppy cunt, driving his cum far up inside her. Then swiftly and quietly he dissappeared out of the room, but not out of Liz's nightmares...

 

[little_golden]

Lizzie was felt cheap and used as Mr. Connor pulled his dripping cock out of her. She was wet and dripping and that server boy was watching the whole thing and just smirking like a cat that has a mouse in its mouth!

As she repositioned herself on the bed she knew Mr. Connor had planted his cum deep in her. Now she was worried about his two rounds of lovemaking with her. How she hoped he wouldn't get her pregant.

David alway's like to have safe sex... with a condom until Lizzie got on the pill.... were thoughts racing through Lizzie's head.

What are the odds? No it won't happen.... He only fucked me twice....

Mr. Connor seemed to think the whole thing was a joke and Lizzie felt that he was mocking her as he spoke:

"I'll tell you what, honey. Give poor, horny Jose here a hand job and I'll let you and my son get back to your magic evening ...your first night of lovemaking. Ahhhhh...young love".

"No" she whispered but the young server was fast approaching with his dick at the ready. Mr. Connor must have sensed her resistance for he placed the server's cock in her hands.

In a more aggressive tone his message was clear:

"Liz honey, If you just give the man what he needs I'll bet he blows his load in no time. Hell, just look at yourself..what red blooded man wouldn't? Then you'll have plenty of time to clean up and put on something really pretty for my son. I'll bet you've got something lacy and feminine...something for you two's first time..go on. You're only giving the man your hand. Just think of it as one more in the reception line.."

"Bastard!" Lizzie whispered to Mr. Connor.

How dare he equate it to a wedding reception line. On my wedding day, how dare he do this... To his son and daughter-in-law... What a low-down prick!

"You get yours Mr. Connor!" she mumbled under breath as she started to stroke the young Latino up and down, over and over, feeling the friction, the heat, and the movement. Every vein and pulsation in the young man's penis she could feel as she moaned in pleasure while Mr. Connor watched on enjoying the show.

Lizzie was shocked as suddenly, to her surprised, the young man's dick erupted like a volcano spraying her face and dripping down on her hands.

"Ohhh gross!!!!!" blurted out Lizzie without thinking.

Oh no.. It's on my face,,, It's everywhere... yuk.... gross....

"Oh ya...Thanks honey.... You look me anytime you're working this hotel...." the server grinned as he made his exit.

Turning to Mr. Connor....

"Get out of here!" she told Mr. Connor. She wanted to shower and clean up the mess before her husband returned.

Mr. Connor came back with his dominating tone:
"Now, I suggest you don't say anything to my son Liz. At least not until you and I have had a chance to discuss what's happened here tonight a little bit further. Until then, I suggest you get all nice and pretty again and try to enjoy your first night as man and wife. If you don't mind me saying so, you really do look like a whore. And that's a good thing."

"Bastard!" Liz hissed. At her comment, Mr. Connor wiped some of the cum off Lizzie's face. Lizzie thought maybe he was being nice and felt bad after the fact. To her outrage he wiped the latino's cum into her pussy as he planted a deep kiss.

Lizzie pushed away but by then the kiss was broken and he making his way out of the room while Lizzie was crying.

In a frenzy Lizzie began to clean up the hotel room. First her clothes, she scrambled to put them into her suitcase. Then she grabbed a towel and tried to clean up the cum that had dripped onto the bed or on the floor.

Then she grabbed some of her perfume and generously applied it to the air, trying to hide the smell of raw sex and sweat.

Then fishing in her suitcase, she grabbed a new outfit, something she had planned for later on the honeymoon. It was a gift from the gals in the office and she pulled out the box and headed for the bathroom. In the bathroom she first washed off her face and brushed back her hair. Using a face cloth she took a quick wipe at her pussy trying to get the cum of the outside and to remove the sticky feeling in her thick hairy pubic bush.

She had planned a shower and a scrubbing but as she entered she heard someone at the door and changed her plans. Quickly in the bathroom, she pulled on a little black leather outfit. It barely contained her breasts and the panties were crotchless. Then she pulled up the pair of thigh high black fishnet stockings.

Pretending that she was going pee, she flushed the toilet, ran the water in the sink and headed to the bed.....

"Is that you David?" she asked politely and as lovingly as possible.

"I was waiting and fell asleep..."

"Maybe we should wait for the cruise tommorrow night... It's really late... and I want the first time to be the best....." she told him desperate for an excuse.....