Outside the church there was similar confusion. Women were screaming frantically and wringing their hands. Men were scrambling into the line of decorated cars that were to have followed the limo to the reception hall.
The two angry grooms burned rubber for half a block, their horn blaring.
"It's got to be my God damned fraternity brothers," Colette's new husband said. "They're famous on campus for pulling practical jokes."
"They're going to be in deep shit for this one," Dawn's disappointed groom said darkly.
They'd just passed the wrecked pickup and the farmer who was chasing chickens all over the street.
"You're not kidding! Those sons of bitches, look at that!"
They splashed through the flood caused by the broken fire hydrant, skidding almost out of control.
They could see the limo two blocks ahead, stopped at a red light and heavy cross traffic.
And then a police car speeding the other way with its lights ablaze. The grooms waved frantically and beeped the born as the cops passed.
"Our brides have been kidnapped!" the driver shouted.
The two cops were used to seeing wedding processions driven by damn fools with one hand on the horn. They waved back at what seemed like a normal bridal party and wait on to the scene of the first accident.
When the light turned green, the limo sped off again, blowing smoke from its rear wheels.
Frank said, "You best step on it, Jesse. I think the grooms are catching up."
"They never ran moonshine like we used to do," he laughed. Pushing the gas pedal clear to the floor.
There was a railroad crossing a block ahead and the afternoon freight was coming into town, the signals flashed and the arm came down to block the street. Jesse kept his foot down hard on the gas and crashed right through it, snapping off the black and white painted wooden barricade.
The train engineer said, "Shit, we almost hit that limo!"
"God damn fool sure is in a hell of a hurry to get off on his honeymoon," the fireman said with a shake of his head.
They passed so close that wind from the rushing train engine tore the "Just Married" sign off the back of the car. It fluttered and fell under the train wheels which shredded it to a pulp. The pursuing cars were all stopped by the long train. When the caboose finally passed, the limo was nowhere in sight.
Jesse had turned off on a dirt road where they had another car waiting, an old, nondescript station wagon. "We gotta leave this fancy set of wheels," he said to the two terrified young brides.
His brother pulled Dawn out of the limo and pushed her ahead, pinching her ripe curved ass. Jesse grabbed Colette and kissed her, thrusting his rank-tasting tongue into her mouth.
"I been wanting, to kiss the bride ever since we picked you up," he said, pushing his stiff cock against the sleek dome of her satin covered cunt.
"You bastard!" She hissed, slapping him hard across the face. It left a tingling red welt in the shape of her hand.
"Damn you! I was hoping we could do this nice and easy, but if you wanna play rough…"
He ripped the long veil from the little crown pinned to her silver hair. Jesse twisted the act fabric like a rope and used it to tie Colette's hands behind her back.
"Ungh!" she groaned. "You're hurting my arms!"
"That's what you get for slapping me," he snarled, bending down to pull up her long white gown. He reached beneath the sleek white satin folds he pulled her panties down around her knees.
Ducking under her dress, he clamped his rough hands on her naked ass cheeks and pulled her silver-furred pussy to his lips. For all the times she'd been fucked, Colette had never had her cunt eaten. The young boys she'd known didn't want to do that.
Jesse attacked her wolfishly, spearing her with his wet tongue. Her white gown with its flowing train covered him completely. Anyone watching from a distance would not have known that a man had his face buried in the bride's crotch.
He sucked on her cunt and made Colette scream, it was the most extreme stimulation she'd ever felt. Sweet honey gushed from her anxious cunt, wetting Jesse's chin as he burrowed into her silvery pussy, fucking her with his whipping tongue.
Jesse kept slurping as he teased a long middle finger around the rim of her ass. Being touched in such a sensitive place made Colette scream and squirm even more.
Being forced to a climax by a stranger on her wedding day was more degrading than anything the girl could imagine. But that didn't stop the anguished spasms of her climax from increasing.
Her sleek pussy writhed around his thrusting tongue. She began to gasp roughly, panting for breath. And she couldn't stop her lithe body from quaking. Colette thrust her cunt to meet each jab of his tongue.
Jesse wormed his finger into her ass while she wailed lewd cries of tormented delight and fucked her sweet pussy all over his face. The spearing tingle of the finger in her ass was a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Gumming!" she cried. "Oooh, God! I'm cumming harder than ever before!"
No quick-to-fire young cock had ever excited her so wildly. And Jesse wasn't content giving her just one grinding climax, he tongued her to three, hunched under, her long white gown right there by the side of the road.
There was another man waiting behind the wheel of the station wagon. Frank pushed Dawn into the rear seat and climbed in behind her.
"This here is Cole," be said, introducing the driver. "We call him that because he's our younger brother. You get it? Our Younger brother?"
"I get it," Dawn said in a state of near collapse. "Cole Younger rode with the outlaws Frank and Jesse James. But they robbed banks, they never abused women."
"Ah, a student of history," Cole said.
He was about twenty, blond and blue eyed. Under other circumstances, Dawn would have thought, him to be quite handsome, but now she could see only menace in his eyes.
"What the hell is Jesse doing?" Frank asked.
"What's he like to do best?" Cole grinned lewdly.
"Eat pussy," Frank said.
"Yeah, I saw him hunch down under the other bride's dress."
"Well, God damn it, we gotta get out of here. Soon as that fucking freight rolls by, this place will be swarming with people." He rolled down the window and shouted, "Come on, Jess! Get your face out of her pussy, the fucking posse will be here soon."
He pushed Colette into the front seat and sat down beside her. "Let's go," he said. "Our beautiful brides are anxious to start their honeymoon!"
The station wagon took off in a swirling cloud of dust.
"Where are you taking us?" Dawn asked nervously.
"Where's the last place anybody would think to look for you?" Cole asked back over his broad shoulder.
"I-I don't know," she said faintly, her ripe body shivering with fear.
"Right where you're supposed to be!" Jesse said with a hoot of laughter. "At the secluded little honeymoon cottages you have reserved hp at Mirror Lake."
"How do you know where we planned to spend our honeymoon?" Colette asked.
"It was all in the paper, a big story about the double wedding and all that," Frank said. "Sounded so damn exciting, we decided to invite ourselves."
Cole said to Dawn, "When I saw the picture of your pretty face on the society page I had to jack oft right then."
"Yeah, and you shot cream all over the page," Jess. "Damn near ruined the picture."
"Was no good anyway," Cole said. "I didn't know her long hair would be that pretty soft red color."
"I'll bet her little pussy is the same shade," Jesse said. "Is that right, sweetheart? Have you got a foxy little red muff?"
Dawn gave a stricken sob. "I don't even know what you're talking about!"
"Hot damn!" Cole said. "We got us a real innocent!"
"Well, you just holster your gun, Little Brother. I get her first," Frank said.
"Leave her alone," Colette snapped. "Do what you want to me, but leave my cousin alone."
"We're gonna do what we want with both of you," Jesse said firmly.
"You bastards!" Colette seethed in helpless frustration.
Jesse laughed. "Relax," he said. "Be happy! You're on your honeymoon!" He opened his fly and pulled out a long, thick cock that was fully hard from the pleasure of eating cunt.
"Ain't that the most beautiful big prick you ever saw?"
She winced. "It's frightening," she moaned.
"And we got two more just as good," Cole said. "Guns with long barrels run in our family. Shoulda seen our Pa. He fucked the local school teacher when we was all kids, and that poor bitch is still walking bow-legged."
"You're awful!" Colette said in disgust.
"Teacher didn't think so. She fucked us all three times, and after the first couple we didn't need to hold her down no more," Frank said.
"She was kicking and screaming and begging for more," Jesse agreed.
"I don't believe you!" Colette cried.
"You'll see, sweetheart. When we're done with you, you won't want to go back to the little twerp you married," Frank said. "Or you either."
He started feeling Dawn's luscious big tits again. She was almost used to that now, but dreaded all the unknown horrors that lay ahead. She closed her eyes and tried not to think.
Jesse snarled a hand in Colette's silver tresses and pulled her head down to the tip of his rigid cock. "Suck it!" he said.
She would not have wanted to suck her husband this way, but he forced her mouth on an eager prick.
He pressed on the back of her head, bringing her lips down. The padded knob of his cock kept prodding her soft lips. Jesse clamped his other hand on the jutting tit nearest to him and pinch her nipple. Colette opened her mouth to scream and he shoved her head down.
Her mouth was instantly stuffed full of thick, foul-tasting cock, rank with sweat and the heat of lust. The padded tip of it pressed against the soft back of her mouth, burrowing deeper still.
It made her want to retch. Colette's stomach was upset already from riding in a speeding car on a twisting mountain road. Dawn's distressed moans coming from the rear seat added to her torment.
Jesse made graft rasping sounds as he pumped his cock at her, forcing it into her throat. Pained wet noises came from tier gorged lips. She could feel the warm veins that webbed his long shaft pulse with lewd vigor.
He pushed roughly on the back of her head. His cock filled and strained the sleek hollow of her throat. "Suck it, you bitch! I want to shoot off in your mouth. Eating your cunt got me too horny to wait."
She moaned, tears leaking out though her eyes were tightly shut. Some honeymoon, she thought bleakly. In less than an hour, all her romantic visions bad turned hideous.
"Lick my big cock," he commanded her. "Stroke it with your tongue!"
Colette tried to do as he asked only because she was afraid he might do worse things if she refused. But she could hardly move her tongue. Her mouth was strained full. Her jaw ached and her tied wrists burned.
Her throat heaved silent, wracking sobs. Jesse drove his cock deeper each time the wringing tube of damp warmth expanded slightly. She clamped harder on him then, choking on his foot-long prick already.
The wrenching spasms were more than his anxious prick could stand. Jesse roared like a wounded bear and let his cock fire. His balls fired one creamy blast after another, shooting his cum deep into her throat.
Slick jism glossed his bulging cockhead and ran warmly down the prickshaft. Colette could taste it as it coated her tongue and flowed around her teeth and gums. It ran down her lips and still he kept cumming, pumping in more and more.
She gulped but could not swallow well with her throat stuffed so full. Cum filled every little cranny of her mouth and then it leak out around her lips. It was awful, the most agonizing experience of her young life. Her mouth was being raped, and on her wedding day, when she should have been at the reception with her new husband and their families and friends.
When Jesse had finally pumped himself dry, he let her lift her head up.
She made an ugly face and said, "Yuck! Where can I spit this out?"
"You can't. You're supposed to swallow it."
"Yuck! I'm supposed to be sipping champagne and eating wedding cake."
"You'll like cum even better once you get used to the taste."
"Never!"
"Best you try," Jesse said with a taut little grin. "There's a lot more where that came from."
Colette sobbed and forced herself to swallow, wondering if anything normal would ever taste good to her again. Cole uncorked a bottle of chilled champagne he had lying on the seat beside him. It gushed white foam and made Colette think of Jesse's spurting cock.
"Wash it down with a swig of this," he said. "Wouldn't be much of a wedding without champagne!"
The reception hall was a shambles. Someone had broken in during the ceremony. The top tiers of twin wedding cakes had been taken off, the figures of bride and groom broken apart. The decorative brides were missing too, the grooms left sprawled face down in thick frosting.
"And someone has stolen six cases of champagne from behind the bar," Dawn's father observed.
"Who would do such an awful thing?" her mother sobbed. "Who would want to ruin my daughter's beautiful wedding?"
"It's ruining our daughter you should be worried about," he snapped impatiently.
"Oooh," the woman moaned. "And I never even told her about the birds and the bees."
"I wouldn't worry, she's probably been stung a dozen times by now," Colette's mother said in a slightly slurred voice.
Her name was Fabrianne, and she was more than slightly drunk by now. "You might as well start serving the champagne we have left," she said.
She was a stunning woman, an older and more polished version of her missing daughter, sleek and silver-haired. Three times married and three times divorced, Fabrianne led the kind of life most of the more staid wedding guests publicly despised, but privately envied.
Fabrianne walked unsteady toward the bandstand, sipping and spilling champagne on the way. The musicians hired to play for the reception were milling about, not knowing what to do.
"Play!" she told them. "That's what we paid you for."
They did, and Fabrianne asked her daughter's worried groom to dance. He agreed, still in a daze. She pressed close to him, at first only because she needed to steady herself, then because she could feel his cock getting hard.
"Naughty, naughty!" she teased playfully.
"Oooh, Jesus," he moaned. "What am I doing?"
"Don't you know?" she giggled. "You're getting a hard-on!"
"But why? My wife has been kidnapped!"
"Yes, but I look a lot like her, don't I?"
"Some, I guess." The troubled groom had never paid much attention to older women.
"And I'm even sexier than she is," Fabrianne said in a low and breathy voice. She worked her jutting tits across his chest to let him feet how from and lush they were. That made his cock throb with unseemly desire.
"We've got to stop this," he said. But he made an effort to break away.
"Why, Rob? You want to fuck me. I can feel it."
"It's Colette I want," he moaned.
"Yes, but someone else must be fucking her by now. I'm quite sure those men didn't kidnap the girls for ransom."
"How can you be sure of that?"
"Because, they came here to take the top of the two wedding cakes and enough champagne to have one hell of a party. I think the honeymoon is going on right now without you."
He winced, not wanting to even think about that.
"Would tonight have been your first time?" she asked boldly.
"You mean with. Colette?"
"I mean with anyone." Their dancing had become a lewd parody. Her body writhed shamelessly against his.
"No, there was a girl in high school."
"A girl," she sniffed. "A young man needs a real woman to learn about sex. I could teach you lots of things, Rob."
Two police detectives there to investigate the reception hall break-in watched and then turned away shaking their heads. "This is the craziest case we've ever worked," one said. "What do you want to bet, that silver minx will have the groom in bed before we can find his missing wife?"
The other cop shrugged. "What the hell?"