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Unholy Desires - III (m/f, i/r, n/c)
by
Black Demon
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Standard Disclaimer!
This is a fictional story intended for Adults only!
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The long awaited day had arrived with sunshine and a cool breeze.
Jenny Little, was twenty-one and a gorgeous blue-eyed blonde. She
looked absolutely stunning in her white lace wedding gown. In less than
an hour she'd be marching down the aisle, radiant in the knowledge she'd
soon be Mrs. Steve Cornell.
The stress of the wedding had gotten to her just a bit from early in
the morning. Her mother had been assisting her in the morning shortly
after breakfast and when she needed to take her medication, Jenny helped
get her medication from her purse. As her mother took the medication,
she indicated to Jenny that the tranquilizer would serve to calm her
nerves. Taking the capsules back to her mother's purse, she reopened
the bottle and decided she could calm her nerves also. She took one
tranquilizer then and kept another for later if needed. But she was
just too nervous to eat. That did not set well for the tranquilizer on
an empty stomach caused her to feel woozy.
As the wedding approached, Jenny decided to take the second pill.
Too nervous to eat, the side-effects of the tranquilizers had her
feeling quite dizzy. Roz Austin, her maid of honor, asked the church's
caretaker if there was a room where the bride could lay down and rest as
there was just over an hour before the wedding. The elderly caretaker
was kind enough to lead the way to a small room with a bed and locked
the side-door for them, telling them that Roz could lock the front door
if she wanted to leave the bride alone in the room.
At the age of 70, old Ike Tarver felt his shriveled old cock come to
life as he had stared at the lovely bride-to-be, woozy from the
medication. `God, this little beauty looks so damned na ve and
innocent! Man, I sure as hell wish I was the lucky young punk tonight!'
he thought. His cock began to twitch madly, something he had not felt
in many a year. `If I can only get my hands on this beautiful bitch,
I'd show her just what fucking is all about! She'd never be satisfied
by her young punk husband!' he added.
As he exited the room, he turned to see the helpful maid of honor
assist the bride onto the bed, brushing the wedding gown down so it
would not wrinkle. Ike decided to hang around and keep an eye out. A
few moments later, he observed the maid of honor exit the room and
quietly close the door and watched her twist the doorknob to be certain
it was locked. Then the other bridesmaids came by to join the maid of
honor and they all chatted nearby. He overheard the maid of honor
telling the others of Jenny's need to rest and that she was laying down
for awhile.
Rushing out and going from the back way, along the side of the room
that the lovely bride lay resting, Ike got out the key to the side door
that he had locked from the inside. He could hear the giggling of the
bridesmaids and smiled as he inserted the key. Seconds later, he
slipped into to the room, smiling down at the dozing young bride. He
stared longingly at the sleeping beauty as he quickly shucked off his
clothing. By the time Jenny awoke and cleared her head enough to
realize what was happening to her, Ike had hiked up her wedding gown,
stripped off her lace panties and was about to mount her.
Jenny struggled but it was no use as her attacker was surprisingly
strong for a man his age. Ike's hand was clamped tightly over her
mouth, then he taunted her "Got a wedding gift for the beautiful little
bride! Something your husband will never be able to beat!" With that,
Ike lunged forward with all his might, driving his thick black cock into
her. "Argggghhhhhhh ............ohhhhhhhh, pleaseeeee ......noooooooooooooooo
.......aieeeeeeeeeeeee!!" her screams muffled by his large hand, as she
begged, trying to convince him to stop. But it was obvious that Ike was
not about to relinquish his prize.
Ike whispered into her ear, jabbing his cock into her, taunting her
"My God, you're fucking cherry! Anyway, there went your fucking
precious cherry! What will your punk say if he knew that his precious
little bride was being `niggered' by a 70 year old stud, huh bitch? Bet
your husband-to-be wouldn't want to even touch you, if he knew you got
`niggered' just moments before the wedding ceremony! He'll be pissed
knowing the lowly old black janitor beat him out of his precious prize!"
Jenny continued her efforts to scream for help and to get this awful
rapist off her. But her screams were totally muffled by the large black
hand. Then she felt her rapist nuzzling at the ear, tonguing her inner
ear, sobbing at the shameful taunting of her being `niggered' on her
wedding day. What her rapist was now taunting her with began to sink in
"Wanna call for help? Gonna take my hand from your mouth and let you
call for help. Gonna let them break this door down and let them come to
your aid. But imagine the view they'll get when they see my black cock
fucking your precious little cunt. Maybe the punk groom will be the
first one in!"
Jenny knew the old man was right. She just couldn't risk the
humiliation of family and friends knowing she'd been raped by this black
old man on her wedding day. Over and over, her mind flashed the thought
of being `Ruined' on her wedding day! As the hand was removed from her
mouth, Jenny continued to plead for him to stop but did not raise her
voice nor scream for help. She was able to rationalize despite her
terrifying situation, knowing that any scream would in fact bringing
attention to her shame of being `ruined' on her wedding day.
"Please, oh, pleaseeee .................please stop! Oh, God, pleaseeee
..........this is my wedding day .........please stop! Please ..............please pull it
out!" Jenny sobbed. Ike smiled as he continued to thrust in and out of
the sobbing beauty, pleased to know that she was afraid of anyone coming
in to witness her shameful rape. The only thing against him at this
moment was the time element but nothing could stop him now, no way he'd
be able to pull out until his shot his load into this beautiful bitch.
`God!' Ike thought, `What if I lay a little baby in this beautiful
bitch? Ain't that the shits for this little bitch!' Ike nipped at her
earlobe and licked her inner ear, "Gonna dump my nigger load deep in
your cunt, bitch!
"Please ......please ..........please, stop! Oh, please .............you'll go to
jail for this ......stop!" Jenny sobbed, trying desperately to push the
elderly rapist from her. Then her pushing hands stopped pushing and
instead grasped her rapist's shoulders tightly. Then she gasped as a
hand slipped between them and began to rub her sensitive clit, something
she had never felt before. "Oh, ohhhhhhh ........ohhhhhh, Goddddddd
..............ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned.
Then Jenny suddenly arched up from the thrusting and fingering
sensations. Wisely, Ike clamped a hand tightly over the bride's mouth,
stifling her uncontrolled moans as she reached a mind-shattering
orgasm. If anyone managed to enter the room at this very instant, they
would have been in for quite a shock seeing the na ve young bride
clutching the old black janitor with her arms wrapped around his
shoulders and her with nyloned legs wrapped tightly around the pumping
black ass.
As reality set back in, Jenny sobbed in shame, having reached an
orgasm with her rapist, something she had never experienced before. She
and Steve had come close to being intimate on a few occasions, having
let him have some liberties once he had proposed, but never allowing him
to go all the way telling him that she was saving it for the wedding
day. Steve had been the only man to pet and touch her, but now his
prize had been `ruined' by the filthy black janitor.
"Oh, please, no ..............get off me..........noooooooooo!" Jenny sobbed as
the body upon her began to shiver and quiver madly. Tears poured down
her eyes as the quivering black body shuddered and shook, the long thick
cock within her expanded and twitched madly, suddenly exploding deep in
her fertile womb. Jenny sighed and wept as the hot thick jism flooded
her womb, overflowing from the joined area and soiling the lining of her
wedding gown.
Ike pulled his long black shaft from the bride's raped slit, exiting
with a loud `pop'. He snickered as he watched a glob of his blood
streaked cum ooze from her gaping hole, drooling down her white inner
thigh and onto the thick lining of her wedding gown. He began to get
into his clothing as the lovely bride curled up into a fetal position,
sobbing in her shame and humiliation. Jenny began gagging, wanting to
vomit, laying dazed with her legs spread and the filth oozing out of her
cunt. Ike reminded her again of the shame and humiliation she'd bring
to herself, her husband and her family if she cried rape. Besides,
who'd believe her that a harmless old seventy year old janitor
overpowered and raped her? Before exiting the side door, Ike bent over
to pick up the bride's lacy white panties as a souvenir to remember her
by.
Dozing, the knock at the door snapped Jenny back to reality. It was
Roz Austin calling to her from behind the locked door. Even though Roz
Austin was her maid of honor and her most trusted friend, she couldn't
tell Roz what had just occurred. She felt her violated slit, feeling
the throbbing ache deep within her as globs of the filthy mucous oozed
onto her exploring fingers. Looking at her soiled fingers, Jenny sobbed
as she looked at the filth, streaked with blood from her torn hymen.
Desperately, Jenny looked about for her lace panties but they were no
where to be found. She yelled out to Roz that she'd be right out, not
wanting to let Roz into the room as the stench of raw sex was obvious to
the smell.
Jenny was in shock, not knowing what to do. At twenty-one years
old, Jenny was a naive young bride and not on any birth control. It
never dawned on her that a seventy year old man could possibly get a
woman pregnant. She wanted desperately to wash his filth out of her
cunt but never considered the fact his potent black sperm could very
well be claiming her fertile egg at that very moment.
She reached into her small pocket to retrieve the silk kerchief that
her mother had given her that morning, stuffing it into her gaping cunt
to stop the goo from flowing down her thighs. Her rapist was right as
Jenny pondered what she could do or who she could confide in. Who'd
ever believe that the harmless old black janitor would've or could've
broken in and raped her in a church and on her wedding day? She didn't
want to believe it herself, but there was no denying her cunt was badly
stretched, sore and oozing his filth. Jenny had put off her
husband-to-be till after the wedding, and now an ugly old man had beaten
him to his prize. Getting up, Jenny thought she would die from taking
her first step, her thighs hurting so badly.
Opening the door, Jenny left the small room that bore her shame.
Roz immediately went to her, trying to comfort her when she observed
that she had been crying. When questioned, Jenny lied saying that it
was merely the stress of the wedding itself. Roz immediately assisted
her to the restroom where Jenny quickly touched up her make-up, spritzed
herself with some perfume and then Roz helped her with the veil.
Then it was time for the long walk down the aisle for the beautiful
young bride. No one would notice anything amiss and only the defiled
young bride and the wiley old janitor knew the truth as Jenny and Steve
were joined in marriage. After she and Steve were pronounced `Man and
Wife', they led the procession back down the aisle and out of the
church. Just as she and Steve exited the church, Jenny shivered as the
grinning old janitor reached out to shake Steve's hand with
"Congratulations young man! You've married a lovely young bride!"
At the reception, Jenny excused herself to the restroom. There she
withdrew the soiled kerchief from her raped slit and wiped off the
telltale crusted cum around her slit. She was relieved that the
bleeding had stopped and aching pain easing. Jenny's nightmare,
however, was far from over. She made it through the wedding &
reception, finally tossing the bouquet and heading for the honeymoon
suite hand-in-hand with her new husband. Her plan was to make a beeline
to the bathroom to wash the slimy filth out of her cunt before
consummating their marriage.
Unfortunately, Jenny had gotten drunker than she should have at the
reception, trying to drown her sorrow and humiliation. Her horny
husband had other ideas as he carried her over the threshold and
straight to large king-sized bed. Jenny tried to beg off to use the
bathroom, but Steve wanted her then and there. They kissed and cuddled
for a few minutes, but drunk, exhausted and still a bit dazed from the
tranquilizers she had stolen from her mother, Jenny soon drifted off to
sleep.
Steve was far too horny to sleep and soon shifted down into
position, hiking up Jenny's wedding dress. He was startled to find that
his na ve and innocent young Jenny had not worn any panties but
rationalized that she must he as horny as he was. He began lapping up
the thick nectar that was oozing between her legs. Jenny's eyes
fluttered open and she tried in vain to fend him off, but it was already
too late. Steve was a pretty inexperienced lover and this was his very
first time to gain access to Jenny's most private place. Though the
smell and taste was quite a bit gamier than he'd anticipated he was too
drunk and horny to care.
Finally, Steve stood and removed his pants. Jenny was surprised and
disappointed at what she saw. She was shocked to discover that the 70
year old cock that she had sampled earlier was so much more impressive
than Steve's slim six-incher. As Steve mounted his blushing bride and
buried his cock in his wife for the very first time, Jenny felt only
disgust and disappointment. Though drunk, she quickly remembered that
she was at her fertile time of the month and reminded Steve to put on a
condom. After a few more short, quick strokes he grudgingly donned the
condom and then quickly and clumsily consummated their marriage.
Jenny was totally stunned at how quickly Steve had grunted out his
climax and his rubber coated cock slipped out so easily. In another
moment, her drunken husband lay snoring loudly next to her. This was so
different from what she had expected and had hoped for. So different
from her introduction to what fucking was all about. Closing her eyes
in despair, Jenny reached down between her legs to touch the spot her
rapist had rubbed and gave her such an orgasm. Rubbing her clit while
reliving the vicious rape of that day, Jenny gasped and shuddered in a
mild climax.
The next morning, Steve awoke with a mean hangover, his head
pounding badly. He looked over at his lovely wife wondering just how he
had performed. He recalled bits and pieces, remembering that he went
down on Jenny with her wedding gown still on and mounted her before she
could remove her gown. He looked over as the wedding gown strewn about
on the sofa. Then the dark red spot on the inner lining of the gown
caught his attention. Staggering out of bed, he went to look at the
dark red stains. It was definitely blood, Jenny's blood from her
ruptured hymen. Steve beamed a wide smile at the fact that he had been
the first to claim Jenny's precious gem, the gem that she had been
promising for their wedding night. He saw the dried white splotches
nearby and hoped that he had not let the rubber slip off in their
lovemaking, having no recollection when he had taken it off. But he
thought `Boy, I must have cum a hell of a lot as there's globs and globs
of my cum on her gown.'
Steve was beaming with pride as Jenny finally awoke, proud to be the
`man' that took Jenny's precious cherry. When Steve prodded Jenny with
questions on his performance, Jenny forced herself to lie and called him
her `stud', hoping that the first night's poor performance was due to
his drunken condition. But, the week-long honeymoon on the coast left
much to be desired by the lovely young bride. Though she was madly in
love with her handsome young husband, with the great looks of a stud, he
was nothing but a mere dud in bed. Every attempt at lovemaking proved
futile for Jenny, with Steve quickly flooding his protective condom and
dozing a moment later.
On the last day of their honeymoon, as they lunched at poolside,
Jenny's thoughts were not on her husband sitting next to her. Instead,
she swallowed hard as she gazed at the two elderly black caretakers as
they pruned the nearby bushes. She chastised herself for the wicked
thoughts going through her mind, wondering if either of the old men
could put out the fire between her thighs. She was ashamed at her
thoughts and the fact that her love juices began flowing, dampening the
crotch of her panties.
Three weeks later, the church's secretary called the holy father to
the phone, telling him a member of the congregation sounded to be in
need of his help. Picking up the phone, Father Riley was surprised to
hear the lovely Mrs. Jenny Cornell on the line. He could still picture
the lovely young woman, whom he had recently married just a few weeks
ago, wondering just would could be distressing this lovely newlywed.
How he had wished that he had been the lucky groom on the wedding day,
marrying such a na ve and innocent young beauty. He was surprised to
hear her sounding so distressed saying she was so ashamed and just had
to confess something to him.
Getting into his car, Father Riley again wondered just what could be
so distressful for the young beauty. He had seen the young couple the
past weekend in church and all seemed well when they chatted for a bit
after the services were over. He had asked the young wife to meet him
at the church but upon learning she had taken some tranquilizers to calm
her nerves, he did not want her driving at all. Getting her address
from her, he advised that he would call upon her at her home.
Arriving at the Cornell's home, he was greeted by the lovely young
wife, the teary eyes obviously betraying her condition. Father Riley
could tell that she was drowsy from the tranquilizers that she had taken
and was glad he had instructed her not to drive to the church. As he
closed the door and followed the lovely young wife, he could not help
but stare at her long bare white legs. He took in how this beauty was
simply dressed in a white blouse and shorts. He could not help but feel
the reaction of the flesh, feeling his cock twitch under his dark
trousers.
As they sat on the sofa, Jenny began to sob and tears flowed down
her lovely face. Father Riley moved next to the young beauty,
comforting her by drawing her close to let her cry on his shoulder.
Then Jenny began to spew out the horrible rape that had taken place on
the premises of the church. Jenny was so relieved to finally be able to
tell someone who could understand the horrors that she had recently gone
through. It felt so good to have someone hold her as she revealed the
horrible events but Jenny was oblivious that the pudgy hands stroking
her were giving wicked thoughts to the very priest beside her.
Hearing of the lovely young wife's vicious rape on her wedding day,
the Good Father was nearly panting at the end with his cock twitching
madly in his pants. He couldn't stop stroking the soft skin of the
young beauty, wanting desperately to slip his stroking hands under her
blouse to feel her lovely breasts. Wanting desperately to slip his
hands down to caress her soft white thighs, Father Riley had to use all
his willpower to restrain himself. The Good Father expressed his dismay
to the bride that such a brutal assault was committed by the trusted
church janitor and on the church premises at that. But Father Riley was
only dismayed that Ike had not shared with him the prize he had defiled
on the church grounds.
Afraid that he could not keep his hands from wandering further,
Father Riley got up to get the distressed young bride some water. Going
to the kitchen, he observed a small wine rack filled with bottles of
wine. Then the Good Father's mind raced into overdrive, knowing that
the distressed beauty had already taken some tranquilizers, he decided
to open a bottle of red wine. Taking it back to the sniffling beauty,
he told her the wine would be better and would serve to calm her
further.
Putting his arm around her, the Good Father lightly caressed the
young wife, soothing her nerves but exciting his. He encouraged her to
drink the wine, knowing full well what the mixture with the drugs would
do to this innocent young beauty. He listened intently as the young
bride told him of her honeymoon and confessed her wicked thoughts when
she had gazed upon the black caretakers while dining with her husband.
Stroking her arm and shoulder, he reassured her that it was only natural
after what had happened to her and since her honeymoon had been a
disappointment to her.
Father Riley was speechless and his cock rock-hard thinking Ike
defiling this pretty little thing. He sat there flabbergasted as the
young wife advised that she was so ashamed but must confess her sins of
the day before. He caressed her gently and encouraged her to confess
her sins as it would do her good and that he would certainly absolve her
of her sins, no matter what they were. But he was totally unprepared
for what the lovely Mrs. Cornell would blurt out next.
"Father .......I .........I ...........I sinned yesterday and am so ashamed of
myself!" Jenny sobbed. "Shortly ......shortly after Steve left for work, I
answered the doorbell. When I opened the door, it was the old man who
raped me at the church! Father .........Father .......I let him in ......I ......I let
him make love to me on the bed I share with Steve!" "Oh, Father, I'm so
ashamed of myself! I did nothing to discourage him but instead begged
him to make love to me throughout the day. I didn't tell him to leave
till it was about time for Steve to come home! Oh, Father, I did some
despicable things .......things I haven't even done with Steve!" she sobbed,
burying her face into the chest of the Good Father.
At the urging of the Good Father to confess all her sins, she
blurted out all the details "Father ......I refused Steve when he wanted to
put his penis in my mouth .......but ...........but I sucked ........I sucked this man
when he asked me to .........and ...........and I let him shoot his filth into my
mouth .......I ......I could have pulled my mouth away ........but .....I didn't
.........then ..........I swallowed all his filth, Father! I feel so ashamed at
what I did.
Comforting the young wife, Father Riley poured her another glass of
wine. As the second glass of wine was consumed, he gave her absolution
as he saw her eyelids fluttering to stay open. "You should now get some
sleep and rest, my child!" he instructed. "Come, my child, let me help
you to your bedroom! Once you're okay, I'll let myself out and lock
up!" he advised. He then had an arm around the young wife's trim waist,
the hand slipping up under her open blouse to touch her soft smooth skin
but going unnoticed to the drugged young wife. He helped her to bed and
covered her with a thin sheet. Then the Good Father went out to the
living room and poured himself the final glass of wine, which he sipped
while allowing the young beauty to fall into a deep drug induced sleep.
Finishing his glass of wine, Father Riley made his way back to the
master bedroom. He looked in to see the lovely beauty sleeping soundly,
knowing that she would not awaken with the tranquilizers and wine
consumed. With a devious smile, the Good Father began to disrobe,
shedding all his clothing off his pudgy frame.
Moving up to the bed, Father Riley took a deep breath as gazed upon
a true angel as he drew the sheet away from her. Reaching down, he
slowly unbuttoned the front of her blouse. Panting in anticipation, he
slipped a pudgy hand into the blouse and caressed the beauty's soft
breasts through her lacy bra. Then he spread the blouse open wide and
pushed the lacy bra up to reveal two perfectly shaped breasts, capped
with lovely pink nipples. Bending over, he tongued each nipple to
arousal, sucking each nipple into his slurping mouth, nipping at each
bud with his sharp teeth.
Reaching down, he unbuttoned her shorts and pulled the zipper down.
Then he pulled down the shorts along with the protective lacy white
panties. He gazed upon the soft golden fleece and the long trim white
legs of this lovely young wife. He knew he did not have to rush as the
young bride was totally at his disposal and her young husband was at
work. He moved to the foot of the bed and rubbed her dainty soles over
his puffy and oily face. He began to lick her tender soles, darting his
tongue between her lovely toes. Then he began his journey up the long
trim legs and bent over to taste the sweet nectar of this lovely young
beauty.
His cock was pulsing madly as he continued to lap at the sweet
honey. He then recalled what this innocent beauty did for Ike and also
he wanted to feel the thrill of having her lips around him. His cock
would not be the first between her innocent lips but he took pride that
his cock would have that pleasure before her wedded husband. He had
heard of the sexual `69' position and felt this would be the opportune
time for him to experience it.
Spinning about, he looked down at the face of the sleeping beauty.
Father Riley guided his pulsing cock and rubbed it over the soft pink
lips, his cock threatening to explode right then as he looked to see the
bride's sweet lips upon him. He held still for fear that he would lose
it prematurely at that very moment. Looking down he saw a large glob of
precum about to drip from his pulsating tube. Leaning down, he glossed
over the lipstick on the soft pink lips of the sleeping bride. Pushing
forward a bit, he parted the beautiful pink lips. He groaned as his
cockhead was admitted into the warm snug mouth. Burying his face into
the soft golden fleece, he tongued the stiff clit that seemed to cause
the lovely bride to begin nursing on his pulsating cock. "Ohhhhh,
Godddddddd, yesssss ...............ahhhhhhhhhh!" he groaned into her muff, his
cock twitching from the excitement and spurting out the thick holy
fluid.
The excitement was too much for the Good Father, causing him to doze
for twenty minutes or so. Opening his eyes, he smiled as he gazed at
the lovely beauty, her pink lips glistening with his holy cum.
Spreading the trim white legs apart, he gently lay his portly body onto
the soft young beauty. Slowly, Father Riley pushed his fat cockhead
into the unconscious beauty. The mere thought of possessing this lovely
young bride was enough to set him off. It was but a dozen strokes when
the Good Father began wheezing, his body shuddering as he lost control,
his fat old cock twitched and spurted out the holy seed deep into the
young woman whom he had recently given the vows of holy matrimony.
Father Riley lay exhausted on the lovely young bride, his cock still
encased in her precious slit. Then he felt his cock give a twitch of
life, something he thought he would not be capable of especially after
unleashing his entire load twice within the past hour. He then began to
rock back and forth, thrusting his old cock into the sleeping beauty.
Having cum twice already, his cock was not nearly as sensitive as
before, allowing him to pump madly into the young wife. This was the
fuck of a lifetime for the Good Father, fucking a lovely beauty in her
marital bed. This fuck lasted a good fifteen minutes before the holy
seed was again injected deep into the young beauty's womb.
Getting up from the bed, Father Riley was totally drained and
exhausted. After dressing, he picked up the lacy white panties and
stuffed them into his pocket. Going to the dresser, he found a similar
pair of panties and drew them up the long trim legs, followed by her
shorts. Once the beauty was dressed properly, he pulled the sheet back
over her and made his way out of the room. He cleaned up the glasses so
her husband would not see them and then took the empty wine bottle to
dispose of later. Then he left, being sure to lock the front door
behind him. He certainly did not want some thug coming in through an
open front door and attacking such an innocent young beauty.
That afternoon, Steve arrived home to find his lovely bride sound
asleep in their bed. He was glad she was getting some rest for she had
tossed and turned throughout the night, seemingly upset for some reason
which she had refused to discuss with him. As it had gotten warm during
the day, Jenny had kicked the sheet off, thus revealing her trim white
legs for her admiring young husband. Steve licked his lips, wanting
desperately to nuzzle his face between his lovely wife's thighs,
something she had only allowed him to do when they were both drunk on
their wedding night. Since then, he repeatedly tried to put his face
between her thighs but was rebuffed each time.
Moaning, Jenny arched up toward the licking tongue between her
thighs. "Ohhhh ......ohhhhhhh ......ahhhhhhh!" she groaned as her cunt muscles
contracted, forcing out the love juices between her thighs. Lapping up
all the thick nectar, Steve remembered the similar smell and gamey taste
of his lovely bride from the wedding night.
Several weeks later, after several days of nausea, Steve took Jenny
in to the doctor for fear of a bad case of the flu or some virus. After
many tests were taken and they sat in the doctor's office awaiting the
results, a smiling Dr. Martin entered. "Just got the results and had it
reconfirmed. It's not the case of the flu or a virus as you had
thought. I see you two got married about six weeks ago. Well,
congratulations are in order! In about seven and a half months you two
will the proud parents of a beautiful little baby! The tests are
positive and looks like Mrs. Cornell conceived near the wedding date!"
the doctor advised. The young husband beamed in delight at the thought
of being a father, thinking that the condom failed that first night or
in their drunken state had let it slip off in their lovemaking.
Meanwhile, the young bride felt and looked sicker than ever, realizing
that the spunk of a 70 year old did not lose its potency as she had
thought.
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