Colette's mother Fabrianne sobered up during the long drive to Mirror Lake. She'd worn her blue fox stole to the wedding even though it was a warm day. It was a present from her second husband and she liked to show it off.
In the cool mountain air it was a real comfort. She snuggled warmly in deep folds of dense fur, feeling smug and sexy as hell. She sat between the two bridegrooms, close enough to touch either one.
Rob was driving. Tom sat on the other side. Both of them were strangely distracted, still shocked by the loss of their young brides, and more by what they were doing now.
Fabrianne just couldn't wait until they got to the lake. She had to know what their anxious young cocks looked like. The sultry, silver-haired woman slid a hand into Tom's lap and pulled down the zipper of his fly.
He gasped and Rob looked over to see what was wrong. One long trailing end of her silky fox stole was draped across Tom's lap. Rob couldn't see what her hand was doing underneath – lifting Tom's cock out and stroking it fondly.
Tom was too astounded to say a word. He just gasped sounds of pleasure. He'd been eagerly anticipating his wedding night and now he knew he wouldn't be disappointed, even if his young bride had been stolen. In fact, it might even be more exciting with a sexy older woman who really knew how to fuck. He was glad Fabrianne had chosen his cock to feel in the car. Tom took that to mean that he would get to fuck her first.
But she had her other hand in Rob's lap, also operating under the cover of her silky fox stole. He gasped sharply when she pulled his zipper down and reached in to fondle his cock. The car almost swerved off the road.
Fabrianne had never felt more excited. With a hot young cock in each hand, she was in heaven. Both stout prick shafts were webbed with surging veins so thick and gorged that she could feel them, pulse beneath her teasing fingertips. There was only one obvious difference between them. Tom had been circumcised, Rob had not.
Tom's bulging cockhead stood fully exposed. Rob's was sheathed in folds of foreskin. She liked having one of each, and loved teasing them both while the two grooms strained to act as though nothing was happening.
She pumped her hands up and down beneath shimmering folds of dense fur. "I just can't decide which one of you I want to fuck first," she mused, not giving either Rob or Tom a clue as to what she was doing to the other one.
They both groaned, straining to keep their anxious cocks under some kind of control. The sleek satin lining of her stole tingled the heads of both upraised pricks and her warm fingers embraced the almost identical cockshafts.
"I know a way," she said brightly. "I'll jack you both off and the one who cums first will have to wait. I want the one of you who can show me the most control."
They both groaned again. "That's not fair, you've already started on me," they said as one.
"I've already started on both of you," she purred, tossing the covering ends of her long fur stole aside. "Now let's see which of you can last the longest."
Rob didn't like the idea of the lewd contest. It was bad enough having lost his young bride but now it seemed he might lose his sexy mother-in-law as well. His balls were already steaming and churning.
"The loser will shoot off all over that beautiful fur," he warned.
"Oh, no! I won't let him. The loser will get a kind of consolation prize. I'll suck his cock when I feel it about to cum."
Tom was even more excited now than before. He doubted that his shy, innocent young bride would have sucked his cock their first bight together. In fact, he'd wondered if she ever would. Dawn was so timid and prudish about sex. He doubted that she even knew what his prick was meant to do.
Fabrianne bunched downy soft blue fox around both straining pricks and pumped them with a maddening feather-light touch.
"Does that feel as silky and tingling soft as virgin pussy?" she asked them both.
"I don't know," Rob said through teeth clenched in cringing delight. "I've never fucked a virgin."
"You wouldn't have tonight either," Fabrianne said without thinking.
"What? Colette told me that…"
"That she'd been fucked a dozen times?"
"Oooh, Jesus!" Rob's cock almost wilted in her fur padded hand. Fabrianne had to hold and tease it with her wavering fingers to keep him erect.
"Dawn was a virgin, I know," she said. Fabrianne was enjoying her teasing game. "At least she was. Now who knows? With at least two men swarming all over her, feeling her beautiful big tits…"
Tom groaned. He didn't want to think about that. It made his cock weak and brought feelings of guilt for giving in so willingly to this seductive bitch.
"Never mind," she said to encourage them both. "Virginity is highly over-rated. In what other part of life is a complete lack of experience so highly prized?"
"I'm a virgin too," Tom said. "I've always thought that's the way it should be. Tonight with Dawn, that was to be the first time for both of us."
"And it would have been a disaster!" she assured him. "Talk about the blind leading the blind."
"I don't think it's anything to joke about," Tom said with a moan. His anxious, untried cock was getting hard again despite his mental distress.
Fabrianne cooed softly, stroking them both with the same seductive rhythm. It pleased her to watch a cock fire, and it gave the best of men more control later. She was a woman who liked to fuck long and hard. No one man's cock had ever satisfied her. That's why three husbands had divorced her.
Rob could hardly believe what a lewd bitch she was. It was going to make being married to her daughter very strange if he ever got Colette back. He thought about having mother and daughter in the same bed, fucking one and then the other.
His swollen cock twitched and tensed and his aching balls rumbled. He clenched a ring of muscles in his groin, but he couldn't hold his fiery load. The car swerved erratically.
Fabrianne felt the tell-tale shiver, in his cock and knew Rob was about to cum. She let go of Tom's cock and threw her head into her son-in-law's lap. Her lips snuggled around his throbbing prick, her head bobbing frantically as she made wet, slurping noises.
The car careened from one shoulder of the road to the other, swerving each time Rob's cock fired. His cock had never been sucked before, it was something he'd only dreamed about. He roared with pleasure and fucked hard into her anxious mouth.
Tom had to reach across and grab the steering wheel to keep the car from crashing. Rob's whole being concentrated on the fury of his orgasm and he could do nothing else. He gushed one creamy spurt after another into her throat, hot cream making her suck even more wildly.
Dawn's new husband watched with envy. He saw Rob's lap full of sheening silver hair and luxurious fur. Tom's mind filled with erotic fantasies as he thought of the night ahead, but his timid virgin bride was among them. This was his wedding night, and the sexy older woman had made him forget Dawn completely.
Frank and Cole took Dawn to the unoccupied honeymoon cottage that had been reserved for her. She struggled between them, sobbing hysterically. The sight of two armed security guards had given her hope, and now that had been dashed away.
They hauled her up the front steps kicking and screaming. Her other white high heeled shoe came off on the porch and her treasured antique wedding dress was torn by the fury of her struggles and the strain of her lush tits.
One glorious big tit cone peaked out through the tear, its large, dusky pink nipple already erect from the hammering blood of fear. They threw her across the bed and the rip in her bodice grew wider. Both bulging nipples were in full view now. She sobbed and tried to cover her tits with her hands, but Frank and Cole bound her arms with rope to the bed frame on the far side.
Dawn's stockinged legs were still free. She kicked violently, but Cole and Frank were both too anxious to suck tit to bother with restraining her. Frank, the oldest and largest of the three brothers, sprawled on one side. Cole, the youngest and best-looking, stretched out on the other.
Each one took a beautiful big mound of creamy tit into his anxious hands. Frank's were rough, his touch demanding. Cole was more gentle, almost tender. He'd never seen such gorgeous big tits before and his cock raged when he sucked the large nipple into his mouth.
Dawn felt two rhythms of throbbing disgust. Cole's tongue teased softly around her nipple while Frank's grated like a rasp. She kicked and cried out sounds of pleasure and pain.
Dawn had known for a long time that her abnormally large tits made men want to touch her. A lot of boys had tried to sneak a feel, but she had always slapped their hands away. She'd never imagined a man would want to suck on them. She thought they were only made to feed babies.
She gasped, unable to understand the pulses of sharp pleasure that shot clear down to her toes.
"Don't do this to me!" she cried, tensed so that her softly curved body trembled.
"Your husband would be doing the same thing right now if he could," Frank said. "But he could only suck one magnificent big tit at a time. This way you get to feel pleasure on both sides at once."
"It isn't pleasure! I hate it! And my husband would never have done anything like this to me."
Cole laughed, bobbing his blond head up. "He's had his hands inside your wedding dress before you ever got to the reception hall!"
"Never! He's not like that. He's a virgin like me."
"Yeah, but this is your wedding night, and he would be popping your cherry right about now!" Frank said with a lewd grin.
"That reminds me, Brother. I saw her first. I get that honor, and my cock is hard enough to do it right now!"
"But I'm the one who talked her out of the hands of the security guards, Cole. The right to draw first blood belongs to me!"
Dawn sobbed fearfully, not even knowing what it was they were trying to decide. She only knew that married people slept together, not what they did under the covers.
"We'll let her decide," Cole suggested.
"No way!" Frank snarled. "That boyishly handsome face of yours makes mine look like something carved out of granite rock."
Dawn's frantic kicking had exposed the lacy true garter she wore around one softly tapered thigh. Her groom was to have thrown that to their young male friends. According to superstition, the one that catch it would be the next to marry.
Frank said, "Why not let her toss that garter up in the air? The one who catches it will fuck her first."
"That's not fair! You're damn near a foot taller than me."
"Yeah, but she might not throw it high. We'll drape it over her left foot and let her kick it off."
"That sounds fair. She won't have enough control to favor either one of us."
Frank slipped the garter down her leg, fingering its supple curves. "God damn, she is a gorgeous little creature! I sure hope I'm the first to fuck her tawny pussy!"
"You have to catch the garter," Cole said. "Yeah, yeah. Lift your knee up, Dawn. I want you to kick this garter off the end of your toe. Kick it as high and hard as you can!"
"Damn it, Frank. Don't be telling her what to do! Kick it toward me, baby. My cock is the biggest and best of the three."
Dawn shuddered in hopeless confusion, but she did as she was told. The frilly garter dangled from her toes, her pretty leg poised to kick.
Cole and Frank backed toward the door, each on one side of it. "On the count of three," Frank said. "One. Two. Three!"
Dawn kicked hard and the lacy garter arched high, heading right between them. Cole made a frantic grab for it but was distracted by the rattle of the doorknob behind him.
Frank was reaching out when the door swung open and knocked him back against the wall. Rob entered the room and the garter fell right into his hands.