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Part 22 – The
Wedding
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Starring:
Deep breath:
Allie, Lauren, Alex, Coquette, Miranda,
Susan, Nicole,
Isis, Tawnee, Elizabeth, Aurora.
If I missed
someone then too bad.
The beautiful
day. Wed, bred and fed. What a day.
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It was the
wedding day.
Coquette knew she
had to provide extra special service to her mistress. She snuck into her room at 5:30 to begin
getting everything ready. As soon as she
had the bathroom already for Lauren she stripped off her maid uniform and knelt
by the bed.
“Miss Lauren,
it’s time to wake up, it’s your wedding day.”
Lauren rolled over facing away from Coquette. Coquette knew this as part of the game,
they’d been playing for months now, ever since Lauren’s mom had made her
Lauren’s bedroom maid.
Coquette
carefully lifted the covers up and crawled into bed with the other girl, it was
why she had come in so early she wanted enough time to fully enjoy Lauren’s
teen body for the last time. Tomorrow it
would be different, Lauren would belong to Tawnee and Coquette was unsure if
her services would still be required.
She spooned up
next to Lauren, “What would Mademoiselle like this morning?” She whispered.
“You know what I
want, lick me like Allie, I want to dream of her again.”
Coquette smiled,
Lauren had been fixated on her ass ever since Allie had been here earlier in
the week. Coquette had been licking more
anus than pussy as of late. She crawled
under the covers and made her way to Lauren’s privates.
Lauren sighed as
she woke to her fantasy of her lover.
She felt her blood rise as her bedroom maid’s tongue explored her anus.
****
After her shower,
Coquette led the naked Lauren from the bathroom and out into the bedroom
proper. She led her to the center and
then let go of her hand. Lauren stood
there and waited.
She first helped
Lauren into some silk stockings. Rolling
them up her legs slowly, both girls enjoying the feeling of the silk on the
finely shaped legs.
Coquette opened
the closet and brought out the wedding dress.
It shown in the dawn light like pearls.
It hung flimsy like it was made of spider silk. Coquette brought it over and held it up in
front of Lauren.
“You will look
spectacular in this dress.” With that
she began to help the bride into it.
It was a delicate
task, the dress was cut so as to accentuate Lauren’s form. It was form fitting and unforgiving in a few
locations. The hips and waist were
tight. The back was cut open in a large
oval, synched together at the neck and just above her ass and open
between. The front fit her like a body
suit, her breasts showing their full shape the curves fully exposed, the
nipples poking sharp points.
It looked like it
was painted on.
Coquette couldn’t
resist, she reached up and pinched Lauren’s nipple through the lacy fabric.
Coquette knelt
and helped Lauren with her white patent leather pumps, caressing the stocking
covered legs. She reached up the dress
from her position on the floor, all the way to the top of her stockings. Lauren started breathing a bit heavier.
Her hand snaked
up the girl’s inner thigh and touched the moist pussy lips.
“Does
Mademoiselle desire something more?”
With that she gently entered the bride to be with just a fingertip of
one slender finger. Gently and barely
splitting Lauren’s dripping labia.
“Yesssss!”
Coquette, pushed
further, two knuckles deep. Then back
out to barely touching.
“More still?”
“Yesss! Oh
goddammit Coquette, yess!”
Coquette sank her
finger fully into Lauren’s pussy and wiggled it gently. Lauren moaned.
“Mademoiselle is
quite wet.” She pulled the finger out
and re-entered Lauren with a two fingers and started to finger fuck the
girl. She thrust her two fingers deep
inside, stopped and held them there for a few seconds and then pulled out,
leaving the girl flustered and craving.
“I’m sorry
Mademoiselle, I don’t have time to continue.”
Lauren rubbed her
thighs together trying to get off as Coquette stood and put the veil on
her. She then stood back to survey her
handiwork. Before her stood a work of
art to rival any statue of the renaissance.
A Botticelli encased in pearl white lace.
“Mon due! Miss Lauren!”
She brought her hands to her face, “you are the most beautiful girl I
have ever seen.” She was overcome with
emotion as she saw this bride-to-be in front of her. Smiling and almost crying she hugged her, an
honest emotional reaction to Lauren’s stunning beauty.
“I must go. You must come down and present yourself to
your Mother.” With that she ran out of
the room.
****
Lauren came down
the main staircase in resplendent perfection.
A princess in white. Each step a
precise placement as if she was born for this act, this farce of a comedy.
She played her
part well; she kept repeating to herself Allie’s promise of freedom after the
reception. Only those thoughts kept her
sane. Only the promise of redemption
allowed her to place each foot in front of the other.
Alex and the
entire house staff waited in the foyer as the bride to be made her way down the
grand staircase. She looked like an
angel; the dress hugged her body and wrapped Lauren’s beauty in white lace like
fine porcelain. The veil was cut to come
down just above her breasts, hiding her face demurely behind it.
The women gathered
at her feet were stunned by her presence.
Even Alex was momentarily struck to insignificance by the majesty on
display.
As she approached
the illusion changed. It was as if
Lauren walked through a fog into the clear, the soft focus of the dress
sharpened.
The dress was a
trick of genius, made to look demure but only from a distance. As Lauren approached it faded into
nothingness. The lace became that,
merely lace. Hiding nothing, enticing
the onlooker to imagine things, naughty things, moist and wonderful
things. Drawing sexual thoughts upon the
bride like oil. The light shone through
it, skin was clearly seen, a nipple here, her peach fuzz covered mons, no bra. Nakedness would be more naked.
Lauren reached
the group gathered at the foot of the staircase and they remained stunned,
although now it was a ravenous shock of fantasy that held them still. Here she was now transformed into a sexual
goddess to satisfy all their wishes.
Finally Alex
broke the silence, “My god!”
I am going to pay
that seamstress double. She thought to herself.
“Bring her.” Said Alex, she needed satisfaction and they
didn’t have much time.
Miranda grabbed
one of Lauren’s arms. Coquette looked
torn but one stern look by Alex and she grabbed Lauren’s other arm. Lauren snapped out of her princess daze and
started to struggle against the two maids.
“No, NO GOD
DAMMIT!” she turned to Coquette,
“Coquette stop this, not you too, please stop!”
Coquette started
crying softly but shook her head and together with Miranda they dragged her
into the living room. Susan removed Alex
pants. Alex sat down in her cane backed
chair.
“Bring the little
slut bride to me.” And she spread her
legs, casually putting one leg over the arm of the chair. “And girls…don’t damage that glorious dress.”
Coquette and
Miranda brought Lauren forward and placed the girl on her knees in front of
Alex’s spread thighs.
“Now girl, I have
refrained from using you as I felt it not proper given our relationship as
mother and daughter.” She smiled
wickedly, “But on this occasion, the occasion of your wedding where your
obedience is being transferred to Tawnee, I feel you owe it to me.”
She waved at the
two maids. They lifted her veil out of
the way and pushed Lauren’s face down until her lips were in contact with her
step-mom’s pussy. “God Lauren, I’ve been
dreaming of this since the day your father died.”
Lauren did
nothing, she kept her lips tightly closed.
“Come on girl
begin licking, I don’t want to have to whip you, it would be a bothersome task
without hurting your spectacular dress.”
Lauren shook her
head side to side.
“Very well.” Grimaced Alex, “Susan can you carefully pull
her dress up so it doesn’t become damaged.
If she wants to go to her wedding with visible welts on her ass so be
it. It will only prove to those
attending that she is a disobedient little trollop and that her future wife
will have to beat her as well. Nothing
but the truth I suppose.”
Lauren felt the
dress being slid up and out of the way, exposing her ass for whipping. Susan brought a four foot cane down gently to
touch the superbly shaped ass cheeks.
“You have one
last chance here Lauren, these welts which you will receive will be completely
viewable by everyone at the wedding. You
will lick my pussy, whether it is before getting a beating or after, is no
concern of mine.”
Lauren shook her
head again, her lips sliding back and forth across Alex’s pussy as she did
so. Alex raised her hand and Susan drew
back the cane, an evil glint was in Alex’s eye.
Lauren looked up, their eyes locked, her lips still tightly closed.
“Three,” Alex
said and smiled down at the girl with her closed mouth pressed against her
quim.
“Two…come girl
this is pointless…but in the end so enjoyable,” Alex rubbed her pussy against
Lauren’s closed mouth.
“One…” Just as Alex was beginning the motion to drop
her hand, Lauren’s lips parted and her tongue snaked out, Alex held her palm
out to Susan and the cane stayed put in the ready position.
“Ahh yessss, give
it to your mommy, that’s what she wants,” Alex leaned back a bit more
comfortably in the chair and pressed her pussy into the girl’s licking tongue
more.
“With enthusiasm
girl,” said Susan as she tapped Lauren’s bare ass with the cane as a
reminder. Lauren tried to forget
herself, tried to imagine she was licking Allie’s pussy and not her
step-mom’s. Coquette and Miranda held
her face tightly to Alex’s vagina and she went about her business with an
expert tongue.
Soon she had her
step-mom moaning and Alex added her hand to the back of Lauren’s head.
“FUCK, gawd your
good.” And she started to hump on the
girl’s tongue, ramming her mound into the girl’s nose. “Ahhh,
OOOh, fuck yeah, eat me you
little cunt! Ahhhh!”
Lauren tried to
continue her licking but Alex’s humping of her face made it impossible. Alex was rubbing her pussy all over her face
as she approached her orgasm.
“AAAahh I’m
Cumming you BITCH!” And Lauren felt
Alex’s pussy squirt juice over her face.
“Yeah! Oh god…” Alex slowed her
grind until she was just rubbing her cunt against the girl’s chin and
mouth. “God that was great.” And she released the back of Lauren’s head.
Coquette and
Miranda pulled Lauren back away from their Mistress’s pussy. Lauren coughed and heaved in a deep
breath. Her face was wet with Alex’s
pussy juice.
“Oh my dear, I’m
sorry I smeared all your fine makeup.”
She turned and spoke to Coquette, “Fix her, but do not wash any of my
pussy juice off her face, I want her to remember me as she says her vows to her
new Mistress.” She smiled down at
Lauren, “Think of it as an early wedding present.”
Coquette helped
Lauren to stand and then did as she was told, she didn’t know what to say, she
felt as if she had betrayed Lauren. Did
she have feelings for her?
****
When Coquette and
Miranda had Lauren put back together they brought her back before her step-mom.
Lauren saw that
Alex had another girl naked and kneeling in front of her, her wrists tied
behind her, tightly bound to her ankles.
She wore a hood but Lauren knew immediately who it was, she would
recognize the body of her lover anywhere.
It was Allie.
“Ahh I see I
can’t hide the identity of our guest from you.”
She pulled off the hood and Lauren could see the ballgag in Allie’s
mouth preventing her from speaking.
Allie looked around the room and spotted Lauren and shook her head
slightly.
“Allie..” said
Alex as she jerked the chain leading to the collar around the girl’s throat,
“Allie did you know that my daughter loovess you?” And with that Alex smiled.
The smile left,
“It will be her undoing.” Alex pushed
Allie with her foot until she fell, unable to balance.
Alex stood up
over the hogtied girl, still holding the leash, one foot on each side of her
bought whore.
“Do you know what
I have here Lauren?” said Alex as she pointed down at Allie below her.
Lauren shook her
head.
“I have your
cooperation.” Alex smiled and lifted one
of her dress shoes and started to gently rub the toe into Allie’s pussy. The shiny toe of the impeccable shoe split
the girl’s bare vulva and almost entered her vagina.
“I…I…don’t
understand.” Said Lauren.
“Lauren. You know me to be a serious woman
correct?” She said almost casually while
looking down at Allie as she started to grind her toe forcefully into the
teen’s sex.
Lauren just
nodded.
“You know this
deal, of which you are the sweetener, is the most important one I have ever
done.”
Lauren started to
understand and shook her head slightly.
“If you don’t go
through with the marriage today…” She
was still rubbing her toe rhythmically into Allie’s cunt. Allie was starting to get wet, she couldn’t
help herself.
Lauren shook her
head more vigourously, “No, you can’t.” she whispered, now seeing how evil Alex
truly was.
“If you don’t do
as I demand and marry Tawnee than…I shall KILL Allie.” With that she pushed her toe firmly and
forcefully down on the girl’s mons eliciting a moan, part in pain part in
pleasure.
“No, no no, you
can’t.”
“Don’t argue with
me you piece of fuck!” Alex stepped over
Allie removing her toe from the girl’s vagina.
“I’ve worked hard for this and you will do what is required!” She added emphasis by poking Lauren between
her lace covered breasts with her finger.
Lauren started
crying.
“You know me to
be serious. You now understand that you
must go through with it, you know this is not an idle threat.”
Lauren just
continued crying.
Alex turned to
Susan, “Put the whore in the trunk of my Jag.”
Turning back to her daughter, she smiled a warm smile, “We’re going to
church for Lauren’s wedding day.”
****
The church was
full.
They watched as
the wedding party entered. In a
caricature of a groom, Tawnee entered first wearing a black tuxedo tailored for
a woman. Form fitting and flattering;
she pulled it off with a string of black pearls instead of a bow tie. She looked ravishing.
The audience
hushed and the organ began and everyone turned to watch as in came the Bride.
There was a
stunned intakes of breath as she was visible to the assembled crowd for the
first time. Lauren felt the power she
had over them, her beauty overpowering.
They were all of them insignificant to her goddess like beauty.
She stood still
for a moment actually relishing the feeling.
The perfection of the moment.
Then she began to
walk down the aisle towards her wife to be.
She was broken inside. With Allie
as a prisoner of her step-mom and she saw no other way out but forward.
As she made her way
down the flower peddle strewn aisle the illusion she presented to the gathered
crowd once again changed from awe to lust.
The women could all see through the charade of propriety into the truth
of whoredom.
Their lustful
gaze hit her like knives.
She continued her
slow wedding march, once again merely focusing on putting one step in front of
the other. She forced herself to walk through the wrongness of it all, hoping
against hope that at the other end she would be free.
When she approached
the dais, Alex stood and took her hand, the music stopped as Alex leaned in
closely, “Remember Allie.” She
whispered. Lauren shivered ever so
slightly from fear.
The female pastor
came forward.
“Who gives this
woman to be married?” She asked.
“I do.” Responded
Alex.
She placed
Lauren’s hand into the waiting hands of Tawnee and sat down.
As Lauren walked
up the three steps to the dais to stand with Tawnee, there was an audible gasp
that came from the crowd. A trick of the
lighting of the church made Lauren’s dress virtually transparent. For all those sitting in the pews of the
church, Lauren appeared naked.
They could see
all the curves of her body. They could
clearly see her nipples poking out and the crease of her ass cheeks. They could see the curve of the pert young
breasts, how they hung tight and proud from the bride’s chest. For some of the lucky ones on the right side
of the church, they could just make out the girl’s pubic hair, faint though it
was it was still obviously visible.
The only piece of
clothing that didn’t completely disappear in the light was her veil. Tawnee in her feminine cut tuxedo was
marrying a virtually nude Lauren. There
were more than a few moistening pussies in the audience and imaginations ran
wild with ravishing thoughts.
Click click went
the wedding photographer.
The Ceremony went
on with all the appropriate events.
Readings, homilies, the service contained all the necessary pieces and
through it all Lauren stood up in front of the assembled women, naked but for a
film of lace. Lauren participated as she
had to; all the while her thoughts were on Allie.
Finally the
priestess asked, “Do you have the rings?”
Tawnee pulled
them out of her pocket. She gave one to
Lauren. They were identical: one big
diamond in the center and several stringing down along the band. The priestess helped Lauren place the ring
over Tawnee’s ring finger.
“Lauren will you
please repeat after me.”
“I Lauren Jacobs”
“I Lauren
Jacobs.” She said with a slight tremble
in her voice as she continued to repeat the vow spoken by the priestess…
“Take thee Tawnee
Cantrell to be my wedded wife.” She
looked at the other girl through a light headed haze. This all seemed a dream to her. A nightmare.
The vow flowed from the priestess through her still.
“All that I am
and all that I have, I offer to you.”
All?!
“From this day
forward I will obey you, be devoted to you, prize you above all others and
remain faithful to you all the days of our lives.” ?!All the days of our
lives?!
The priestess
smiled and then turned to Tawnee. Tawnee
placed her ring on Lauren’s ring finger.
“Tawnee will you
please repeat after me”
“I Tawnee
Cantrell take thee Lauren Jacobs to be my wedded wife.” Tawnee smiled at this, a wicked grin of
satisfaction.
“From this day
forward I accept your obedience, your devotion, your faithfulness and promise
to guide you and lead you through all the days of our lives.”
“With the power
vested in me by the great state of New York, I now pronounce you woman and
wife.” Spoke the priestess triumphantly.
“You may kiss the
bride.”
Tawnee brought
Lauren against her and kissed her deeply.
As she did so she turned Lauren’s back to the audience and then snaked a
hand down the back of Lauren’s dress.
The crowd started clapping.
“It is my
pleasure to introduce to you all for the first time. Mrs. and Mrs.Tawnee Cantrell.”
And with that the
two girls walked down the aisle and out of the church.
****
The doors to the
limo closed as they said goodbye to the crowd and as it pulled away Tawnee
tackled Lauren and the two girls started wrestling. They knew what was at stake.
Lauren’s
virginity.
Lauren scrambled
to the back of the limo as Tawnee grabbed her by her waist, she reached up her
dress, pushing it up out of the way.
“Can’t we talk
about this Tawnee?”
“Sure Lauren,
Let’s fuck, what do you say.” As she let her reluctant lover escape
momentarily.
She knelt in the
front of the limo and unzipped the fly to her tuxedo and pulled a black cock
out. It protruded 8 inches out into the
air, looking mean and ready to penetrate Lauren’s vagina.
Lauren shook her
head, “What is it about you and strap-ons anyways?”
Tawnee laughed
and dove into the wrestling match again, trying to pin Lauren against the back
of the car, Lauren fought valiantly, but soon found herself pressed between
Tawnee and the back seat. Her legs
spread forcefully now to either side of the other girl, she tried to hit her,
but Tawnee caught her hand.
Lauren tried to
push back against Tawnee, but the other girl was stronger. The head of Tawnee’s cock was searching for
her defenseless quim, trying to find its home.
Poking, poking, it pressed under her ass, then briefly at her vagina opening
but Lauren gasped and shifted quickly popping the plastic cock on top of her
mons. Lauren struggled, until finally Tawnee had her pinned securely against
the back seat, her two wrists caught, her legs splayed to either side of
Tawnee’s crotch and her black dildo lying on the peach fuzz mound, waiting
menacingly.
Lauren was
helpless. She stopped struggling and
looked Tawnee in the eyes.
“Please Tawnee,
be gentle with me.” She couldn’t think
of a way to fight anymore, she just didn’t want to be brutalized.
“You want me to
be gentle? I’ve fucked you in the ass a
dozen times as hard as I want, you know I can take you. Why should I be gentle now?”
“Because I will
be a good wife and fuck you back if you do.”
“Oh you will,
will you?” Tawnee thought for a moment,
“If that’s the case then prove it. I
want you to take my cock in your own hands and guide it into your vagina.” She let go of Lauren’s hands but still pressed
down on the girl’s legs.
Lauren reached
down and felt the large shaft of the plastic cock resting on her tummy. It felt huge, she glanced down. What would if feel like in her pussy? Would it feel like it does in her ass? It looked so big. She bit her lower lip in apprehension.
“Back up a
little.” She said finally as she grabbed
the shaft in her hand, it felt so big.
Tawnee leaned off
Lauren a bit, a little gap opened up between them. Lauren bent the fake cock a bit and
positioned it at the entrance to her quim.
“Remember Tawnee,
gentle.”
Tawnee leaned in a
little, the head of her cock pressed into Lauren’s lips.
“Slowly.” Lauren closed her eyes and leaned her head
back as the cockhead of her wife penetrated her vagina.
“Oohhh ooooh,
yeah, slowly…ooh… back out now.” Lauren
placed her hands in the small of Tawnee’s back as her wife pulled back and then
leaned down on Lauren again. Three
inches were inside her. Back out and
back in slowly four inches and Lauren felt the tip against her hymen.
“You’re there
Tawnee, I can feel you at my hymen.”
“I’m going to
take your virginity now Lauren and make you my wife.” With that she pulled back again and pressed
in against the small flap of skin.
Lauren scrunched her eyes together as the skin ripped, “AAHHHHEEE!” And with that Tawnee was through and her cock
pressed in deeper.
“ahha haaeeee, owweee. Oweeeeee! ” Lauren cried as Tawnee started to fuck her
virgin wife in slow strokes that got deeper with each thrust. She kept up slow long strokes until the pain
began to leave Lauren’s vagina.
“Feeling better
now?”
“a bit.”
She began to
enjoy the feeling of vaginal sex, it was definitely different than anal. It felt weird to her in a way after getting
used for weeks in the ass. She was so
used to being ass-fucked this was a totally new experience; she might like it
better even.
“I’ve got a
surprise for you.” Said Tawnee as she began to increase her pace.
“What is it
Tawnee?” Said Lauren as she cupped
Tawnee’s tight ass through the tuxedo pants.
“I can cum with
this cock.” Tawnee stopped for a minute
and held four inches of her cock inside Lauren as she pulled something from her
pocket. It looked like a plastic ball,
about the size of a tennis ball.
“See this? This
is full of cum, when I squeeze it, it comes out of my dick just like a real
one.” She put it back in her pocked and
started fucking Lauren again. Lauren was
in shock and tried to think what to do.
“But it isn’t
real is it Tawnee? The semen, it’s just
fake, like the cock right?” She put her
hands up against the stronger girl’s shoulders.
“You’re right
Lauren you can make fake semen pretty easily, but I found something better.”
Lauren’s stomach
did a flip flop, “What did you find?”
“Well it turns
out my dad had a bunch of his semen frozen before he died, so I filled it with
that. I’m gonna be cumming inside you with my dad’s seed. I am going to impregnate you with as close as
I can come to my own semen.”
“No, Tawnee,
don’t do this. This wasn’t part of the
bargain.”
“What do you mean
Lauren? You’re my wife. I can fuck you
anytime I want. And what do you think
‘consummate’ means. Just fucking with a shaft of plastic?” She started to speed up and really fuck the
other girl.
“Consummate means
ejaculate, and to be official it needs to be REAL. I am going to consummate
this marriage before we get to the reception, you are going to have my seed
inside you for the whole reception, you are going to feel my cum inside you and
know me for your wife and Mistress and yes HUSBAND. You are mine to do with as I wish.” Her speed increased even more until Lauren
was getting pounded against the back seat relentlessly.
Lauren was
shaking her head helplessly as she was getting fucked. The rapid fire fuck was bringing her closer
to an orgasm against her wishes, she fought against the rising wave of
pleasure, but it continued its rise.
Then Tawnee
pressed fully into her and stopped.
“Are you ready my
whore-wife?”
Tawnee held
Lauren firmly too her with her cock fully embedded in Lauren’s deflowered vagina. Her black tuxedo pants pressing against the
naked crotch of her wife, her fake cock poking out of the fly and straight into
Lauren.
“Here I cum”
She held the cum
bladder up for Lauren to see it and then squeezed it. Lauren felt the true-jism ejaculate inside
her. Tawnee deposited her semen inside
her bride, she had her own mini-orgasm at the mere thought of impregnating
Lauren with her seed.
She stayed buried
inside the girl as she squeezed the sac in slow forceful presses. As Tawnee finished squirting her seed deep
into Lauren’s womb, Lauren felt her orgasm grow nearer despite her best efforts
to fight it. She shivered and gave out a
quiet moan, as she reached around to Tawnee’s ass and pulled her girl-husband
as deep as she could into her.
“eee” squeaked Lauren, still fighting against
ecstacy. “mmmmmmm” She tried to bite her lip and hold the orgasm
at bay, but it was useless, it washed over her as her marriage to Tawnee was
completely consummated. She felt each
spurt of cum into her and with each one her orgasm jolted a bit stronger. Tawnee drove on Lauren’s pubic mons, staying
fully embedded but rocking, and driving her wife against the back seat,
lengthening and strengthening her bride’s orgasm.
“Yes my slutty
wife, you loved getting fucked on the way to the reception.”
Lauren continued
to cum as the limo pulled up at the reception. Tawnee started to move inside
her wife with a few final strong strokes.
Then she pulled out and leaned back, leaving her wife exposed and shaking. She pulled out a white kerchief from her
tuxedo pocket and wiped the extra semen and drips of blood off her strap-on
dildo with it, then handed it, semen and blood stained now, to Lauren and
zipped her cock back in her pants.
“You may want
that to wipe off before we have to go.”
Lauren absent
mindedly took it from Tawnee, she stayed sprawled against the back seat with
her legs completely spread, her pussy completely exposed and Tawnee’s seed
mixed with a few drips of blood from her deflowering, dribbling out of her
cunt. She was in a sexual haze and still
shaking slightly from the forceful fuck she had just received.
Her virginity had
been taken. She had been made a woman by
Tawnee, her girl-husband / wife / mistress.
“You’d better
cover up wife, we’re here, we need to get to the receiving line.”
The limo door
opened and Lauren quickly put her dress down hiding her nakedness.
It wasn’t until
she was halfway up the path to the receiving line that she realized she was
still holding the semen and blood soaked kerchief in her hand.
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