The next week or so was rather uneventful. With the wedding coming up fast, Angie was unavailable to me most of the time as she was off arranging things and getting ready. If she wasn't working or making arrangements, she was at home, tired and asleep. We managed to squeeze in a date or two but our time together was pretty limited. We went to a movie one night but afterwards she said she was exhausted so I dropped her off at her apartment after a steamy good night kiss. Another night we actually had a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant and then returned to my place. We made out on the couch a little but she wouldn't even let me get beyond that. She said she wanted to keep the anticipation high for our wedding night. If I even tried to mention or discuss the events of the previous week, she'd just smile and change the subject. I was really hoping that it was a one time thing and that all would continue to be normal for the rest of our lives.
Her cousin Sandra dropped by the house a time or two, looking as hot as ever, to pick something up or drop something off that Angie needed but she was never there long. Oddly, she acted as if nothing had ever happened. I wasn't going to bring it up with her, especially without Angie there but I really wanted to. I wanted to beg Sandra to try and talk to Angie to make sure that this sort of thing wouldn't happen again but I just couldn't muster the courage so life went on as though all was normal.
Our wedding was scheduled for the upcoming Saturday at 2 pm. After the wedding, the reception was to be held at our church because Angie said she didn't want people getting drunk and getting out of hand and she knew there'd be no alcohol allowed at the church. Once the reception was over, we were going to leave the church amid the usual rice throwing, etc. and drive several hours away to a beautiful, secluded little beach house we'd rented for the week. I couldn't wait to have a whole week, just Angie and me, on the beach. I could imagine the romantic, hand-in-hand walks along the water's edge at night. I pictured the beautiful moonlight streaming down on her hair and glistening in her eyes as we held each other in the cool ocean breeze. Yes, I'm a romantic and I really wanted her to belong to me. I loved her and was willing to forgive and forget. I'm also a normal man. I have to admit that I was looking forward to finally getting to actually have intercourse with her, to feel myself deep inside her. I was a happy man!
She had forbidden me to have a bachelor party, and being a bit of a wimp at times when it came to her wishes, I agreed. She told me that, out of respect for me, that she wasn't going to have a wild bachelorette party either. She and two of her friends were going to go to a quiet dinner and then she'd call me when she got home. I wondered if it was really possible. Was she really going to just go to dinner? I had to believe her. I WANTED to believe her!
Friday night, the night before our wedding had finally arrived. I have to admit I was a bit nervous about it all. I came home from work and called my best man, Jarrod. I had already told my buddies that I wasn't going to have a bachelor party which was okay with them because they were all married and pretty well forbidden by their wives to go anyway. Jarrod was the only single one in the group. He had tried to talk me into at least going to a strip club with him or possibly hiring a hooker for the evening but I declined. I know he thought I was being silly when I explained to him that I had made a promise to Angie and intended to keep it but he said he understood.
Jarrod was the only one of my friends in the wedding that I hadn't known for years. I met him just a few months prior when he was doing some contract work for my company. We seemed to click and became fast friends. He was about my age, a little taller and definitely in better shape than I was. He always kidded me, telling me I needed to work out with him sometime but I could never find the time. Mind you, he wasn't a muscle-bound bodybuilder, but he WAS in good shape, tanned, no apparent body fat, the typical wash-board abdomen sort of guy. I had caught Angie looking him up and down a few times when he stopped by the house for one reason or another but never thought anything of it. The only thing she ever said was something about introducing him to one of her friends or possibly to Sandra. She seemed to always be trying to do some matchmaking. Jarrod however, being quite the ladies man in his own right, always politely turned down her offer of introductions.
Being a bit nervous about the whole thing and also feeling a bit sorry for myself since I was going to be home alone on a Friday night, I called Jarrod and asked if he'd like to come over and at least have a beer or two. He said he'd love to and headed right over.
About 15 minutes later, Jarrod knocked on the door. I let him in and offered him a beer, which he readily took and then plopped down on the couch. Before we could even begin to talk about what we wanted to do, Angie called and said she wanted to drop by see me before she went out to dinner. She said that she had a new dress and she wanted me to see it. I was glad I was going to see her because she'd been so busy, I hadn't seen her in three days. We talked on the phone every night before bed but I'd been alone and it was starting to weigh on me, not even being able to see her. I just wanted to see her sweet face and smell her wonderful aroma and feel her luscious lips on mine. I knew we couldn't make out in front of Jarrod but at least I'd get a kiss.
Jarrod and I talked a few minutes and decided we were going to watch the old movie channel and make fun of some of the characters, presumably made funnier by the consumption of alcohol. As we were looking through the channel guide, I heard Angie's car pull into the driveway. I got up and opened the door for her before she even knocked.
"Well, that's gentlemanly of you," she said with a smile.
"Baby! I've really missed seeing you," I said.
I hugged her and got a wonderful, but short kiss. Damn, she smelled good! She came in and said hello to Jarrod. He commented about how good she looked and she acted rather demurely, saying thank you and appearing to almost blush.
She turned to me. "Well, what do you think?" she asked as she struck a pose for me to admire her dress.
"Wow!" I exclaimed as I took her in. It was a very short, almost silky aqua dress with some sort of sequins or jewels or something (you know how much we guys know about these things) around the neckline. It looked a bit more like a clubbing outfit than a going-out-to-dinner-with-your-friends type of dress but I didn't say anything. After all, what do I know about fashion and what's acceptable?
"Do you like it?" she asked.
"Yes, I do" I answered, looking her up and down. It was a bit shorter than I would have liked but I was overwhelmed at the sight of her gorgeous tanned thighs and just stood staring for a second. I couldn't believe the stunning woman was soon to be my wife. As we chatted a minute, I also noticed something rather disturbing to me. The dress was rather tight and after watching her turn, I noticed two things. First it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. The shape of her nipples was clearly visible under the dress. Also, it was obvious she had no panty lines, which according to my experience, meant she wasn't wearing panties either. She said she was glad I liked it but now she had to go. She said she was running late to meet the girls. As I walked her to her car, I pointed out that her nipples were visible and she should probably wear a bra.
"Why?" she asked "We're not going anywhere that anybody from church will see me."
"But Honey, there will be other men there, I'm sure and being a man, I know they'll be looking at you." I said.
"Mmmm," she said, pausing as if she was giving serious consideration to my suggestion of wearing a bra. "You're probably right. I hope they don't get too turned on," she laughed, "in fact I think I'll turn on the AC in the car and get them really showing before I get out at the restaurant."
"Funny," I said. What a great sense of humor she had.
She gave that sexy, mischeivous grin of hers and said, "I'm not joking. I'm going to have fun tonight! I'll call you later!"
Before I could respond, she sat down in the car and closed the door. She blew me a kiss and pulled out of the driveway. I just shook my head but decided I wanted to impress on her that I was serious and also to give me some peace of mind, I wanted to know for sure that she was kidding. I quickly called her cell phone. As she sat at the end of the driveway, waiting for the traffic to clear, I saw her look at her cell phone and then lay it down on the seat. I tried her several more times after she left but she didn't answer. Now I was beginning to worry.
I went back in the house and Jarrod was already on his second beer.
"Everything ok?" he asked, "you look a little distraught."
"Yes, everything's fine. I just don't understand her sometimes," I answered.
Jarrod laughed. "Now you see why I'm not getting involved with any women anytime soon. I don't want to put up with their whims and moods and bullshit. I like to meet a woman, woo her a bit, fuck her a few times, then move on when she starts talking about the future, love, etc. I know you love her but to me, women are good for sex and that's all. A lot of them aren't even good for that!"
"Ha, " I laughed. "You may have a point there."
"You've got yourself a gorgeous one though. If you can put up with her female shit, you're probably in for a lifetime of good pussy," he paused, "I'm sorry, I hope that was ok to say. I guess the beer's kicking in and I should watch what I say."
"No, that's ok. I take it as a compliment to her."
"Well, then let's talk man to man. Is she a good fuck?"
I paused. How could I tell him I hadn't fucked her yet? "Oh, yeah. She's great!" I lied. I waited a minute then decided to tell him the truth. After all, he was a trusted friend.
"Actually, that's not true," I said, "I haven't fucked her yet."
"What???? Are you kidding? A fine piece of ass like that and you haven't tapped it yet? What the hell's wrong with you? "
"She says she wants to save it for marriage and I'm respecting her wishes."
"Man, you're pussy whipped already and you're not even married yet. It's not to late to back out, you know."
Before I could answer, I heard a car pull into the driveway. I didn't get up. I figured it was Angie coming back to apologize. A few minutes later, someone knocked. I got up and opened the door and was quite surprised to see Sandra.
"Hey, Big Boy," she said, "Angie wanted me to come hang with you a while to make sure you didn't get into any trouble."
"Very funny. I don't think we're going to get into any trouble tonight. We're staying here."
When she saw Jarrod, she looked a bit surprised. I think she expected me to be alone.
"Jarrod! I haven't seen you in weeks! I heard you're the best man and I'm pretty sure the title fits!" she said.
"What does THAT mean?" I asked a bit angrily.
"Well, Jarrod and I know each other pretty well, if you know what I mean. I also know enough about you to make a fair comparison. At least where it counts and I think you KNOW what I mean by that."
Jarrod looked a little puzzled then shot a quick glance at me as if to ask "You've fucked Sandra? Does Angie know?"
"It's not what you think, Jarrod. No, Sandra and I haven't 'done anything', so to speak."
"Oh, ok. Just checking," he said, "Well then, how does she know enough to compare us?"
"Never mind. Just have another beer."
"Dude, it's ok with me. I'm not her boyfriend, I'm just curious about what you've been up to. I thought you were a good boy, " he said jokingly.
"Oh, he is," said Sandra, slyly eyeing me, "So, why don't you and me catch up a bit? What have you been up to since I last saw you? Getting any good pussy? None better than mine, I'm sure."
She sat down next to him on the couch and snuggled up to him, rubbing her hand across his chest. She threw her tanned thigh across him as they talked. It seems as though I was out of the picture at the moment.
"Jeff, bring a beer would you, please?" she asked in a particularly condescending way. I really wanted to tell her off but I was afraid she'd tell Jarrod about the other night so I kept my mouth shut.
I brought her a beer and sat down next to them and began watching TV while they snuggled and giggled. After a little while, I felt a rhythmic movement on the couch and I glanced over at them to see what they were doing. I was quite surprised to see Jarrod's cock out of his pants and Sandra's hungry mouth going up and down on it. She was giving him a blow job right in front of me! I looked at Jarrod's face. He looked at me and was all smiles.
"Sorry man. I just take it as it comes. I hope you don't mind. I'm sure you've seen another guy's cock before."
I wasn't sure exactly what he meant but I let it slide. I turned away and tried to watch TV but my cock was growing as well. In spite of the fact that I didn't like Sandra very much, she was still very, very hot to look at. At least I'd seen her naked.
In a few minutes, they began to stir and they both got up from the couch. Jarrod was removing the rest of his clothes as he stumbled toward my spare bedroom.
"We're going in here for a little while. Hope you don't mind that either."
I waved him on. Sandra turned to him and said, "I'll be there in just a minute."
He went in the bedroom and I heard the old bed squeak as he laid down on it. Sandra walked over and stood in front of me. She began a slow and deliberate strip tease. First her top, then her bra, followed by a little rubbing of her boobs. Next came her denim shorts and finally her panties. She stood naked in front of me and smiled as she ran her hands up and down her body.
"Don't you wish you could be going in the bedroom with me instead of Jarrod?" She laughed. "Don't worry, I have some fun for you after he leaves. Right now I'm going to go take care of a real man's needs. With that she headed for the bedroom. It was turning out to be a rotten evening. My fiance was out somewhere in a sexy dress and now her hot cousin was fucking my best man in my house and all I could do was sit there with a hardon, watching a sitcom. Terrible!
I really didn't care if he fucked her all night. She wasn't my fiance but I resented her doing it in my house and I resented her teasing me about it. After about 30 minutes of bed-squeaking and moaning, it seemed like they were finally finished. A short time later, Jarrod came out of the room, completely dressed and announced, "Well, my friend, I'm heading home. This turned out to be a better night than I thought it would be. I'll see you tomorrow at the wedding." He opened the door and left.
As soon as he was gone, Sandra came out of the bedroom, still completely nude and looking a bit disheveled.
"Damn! I'd forgotten how good Jarrod was! He's got a great dick and he can fuck for hours! I only wish he didn't have to leave so early."
"I really don't care about Jarrod's dick. And would you mind putting some clothes on? " I asked.
"Why? Are you getting horny? " She asked.
"If I have to answer you, then yes, I am." I said disgustedly. My mixed feelings for Sandra caused me a bit of mental gymnastics. I really didn't like her after the other day. I also felt like she was a bad influence on my previously sweet and innocent girlfriend. At the same time, she was so good-looking and so sexy I masturbated a lot while I thought of her, dreaming of what it would be like to have one good evening of fucking her.
Sandra's cell phone rang. She picked it up off the table and opened it to read a text message. She put the phone down and said, "That was Angie. She said she's calling it an early evening and she'll be home in about 45 minutes."
I looked at the clock. It was barely 11 pm. Obviously she felt bad about the picture and was rushing to me to apologize and beg my forgiveness. Sandra got up and went over to her purse on the table. I was about to ask her again to get dressed when she reached in her purse and pulled out a small vibrator. She turned it on and began using it. I was going crazy. She looked so hot! My fiance's gorgeous cousin, sitting on my couch naked, masturbating right in front of me! My cock was about to burst out of my pants but I knew not to try anything. I got up and started for my bedroom. At least I could shut the door and jack off before Angie got there.
"Whoa, fella!" Sandra said, "You're not going anywhere. Angie said for me not to take my eyes off of you."
"I can't sit in here and watch you play with yourself!" I said.
"Well, then I have an idea. It'll take Angie at least 45 minutes to get here. That means we have 45 minutes to play. Besides, I've been thinking about the other day and I really feel bad for you. Angie's my cousin and I love her but what she did with David wasn't right. I'm sorry for part, too. I think you deserve better. Here's my idea. I'm horny, you're horny. How about this? To make it up to you, why don't I let you fuck me? We can do it before Angie gets back and she'll never know. It'll be our little secret."
I mulled it over for a minute then decided she was right. If Angie could do that, then so could I. I was going to take advantage of the situation. I took off my shirt and dropped my pants to the floor. My cock was at full attention.
"Oooh! Now that's what I like!" she said, "put it here, Big Boy," she directed, and spread her beautiful legs.
I was feeling guilty and somewhat disgusted, knowing I was about to put my dick in her right after she'd been fucked by my best man but at that moment I didn't care. I was horny as hell and still had some smoldering resentment toward Angie and I was going to relieve myself of both, not to mention the fact that I'd had the hots for Sandra since Angie introduced me to her months ago.
Sandra was slouched down on the couch with her feet resting on the floor. Her beautiful legs were spread and her middle finger was turning slow circles on her clitoris. I knelt on the floor in front of her and moved forward. She looked so good I was afraid I was going to cum before I even got it in! I reached down and pressed my hardon down toward the entrance to her vagina. Just before I entered, she stopped me.
"Wait a second," she said, "let's make it really good. Don't rush it."
"Okay," I answered, "What do you want me to do?"
"Just rub your cock up and down on my clit for a few minutes. Let's build the anticipation."
"Ah...ok." I said and proceeded to do just that. I began slowly sliding the underside of my shaft up and down her pussy, rubbing against her clitoris. She put her hand on top of my cock and pressed it down, presumably to add more pressure. She was moving with me now and moaning a bit. A rather copious stream of pre-cum was slowly dribbling out the end of my cock.
"Don't cum before we get a chance to fuck!" she said.
"I won't but we'd better hurry. Angie will be here soon, " I reminded her.
"Okay, " she said, "just keep rubbing a few more minutes until I cum, then you can enjoy this pussy. And it's okay if you cum inside me, too. I'd like that very much."
Oh my gosh! This was so hot! Watching my pre-cum dribbling, swollen cock rubbing on Sandra's clit and watching her get closer and closer to cumming was fantastic! She had one hand on my cock and the other hand on my ass, pulling me closer. I watched as her magnificent abdominal muscles tensed and relaxed over and over. I watched as her thighs squeezed and quivered and squeezed again. This was going to be a GREAT night after all!
Within seconds, she tensed up all over and completely stopped breathing. A light shudder coursed throughout her entire body. I have to admit that for a minute I thought she had died! Then she exhaled and became completely relaxed. She was breathing pretty heavily and she panted to me the words I was waiting to hear, "Okay, fuck me now! And you'd better fill me with cum, too, you son of a bitch!"
I backed up a bit as she spread her legs wide. I pushed my cock down to that wonderful opening between her legs and slowly pushed my cock in to the hilt with one continuous stroke. Sandra let out a sigh and said, "Go slow. I want to enjoy it for a few minutes before you cum."
I was torn between doing as she asked and fucking her all night if necessary but I also realized that I might hear Angie's car in the driveway any second. She was panting again and so I picked up the pace. The more I pounded into that sweet pussy, the more she moaned. She wrapped those goddess-like legs around me and pulled me in deeper. She was about to fall off the couch so I reached behind her and slowly lowered to the floor next to the couch. Damn, this was fantastic!
Another few minutes and I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer.
"I'm about to cum!" I whispered to her.
"Not yet, not yet," she said, "Just a few more minutes! Hold me down like I'm trying to get away. Hold me down like you're raping me! This is so good!"
While I was never one to even consider raping a woman it somehow felt good to do as she asked. She started to try and pull away and to get out from under me but I held her pinned to the floor as my cock pistoned in and out of her. She was struggling and moaning and carrying on like a crazy woman.
"I'm really close! ", she said, "don't stop!"
I continued pumping, hoping she would cum soon so I could too. I wanted to fill her pussy with my seed NOW!
She reached up to the coffee table and knocked a half-full beer bottle to the floor, spilling beer all over the carpet. I didn't care. I kept pumping.
Suddenly, I heard Angie's voice!
"What the hell are you doing????", she screamed.
Somehow I hadn't heard her drive up. She was standing in the living room staring at me as I plowed my cock into Sandra.
Just as suddenly, Sandra started yelling at Angie. "Please get him off of me! I tried to fend him off but I couldn't! He was too strong! He's raping me, Angie, please!" She started to cry as I quickly pulled out and stood up.
I was incredulous. I knew the game was over but I certainly had to defend myself. "I wasn't raping you! You asked me to fuck you!"
Sandra stood up and grabbed her shirt and covered the front of her body with it. She went to Angie and and Angie hugged her and held her closely. "I'm so sorry Angie, you know I'd never do anything with my own cousin's fiance. I don't know what happened. He had a few beers and started coming on to me. I told him no way of course but then he got more aggressive. He held me down and took my clothes off and raped me!"
I couldn't believe my ears! She seduced me, then when we were caught, she acted like I had forced her into it! Just another reason why I hated that lying bitch! The bad part was that it seemed like Angie actually believed her. Angie stood quietly for a minute or two, just glaring at me.
"Put your clothes on and sit down. I'm going in here to talk to Sandra for a minute and I'll be back."
Sandra and Angie went into my bedroom and closed the door. I put on my clothes and sat on the couch. There was something on TV and I stared at it but I don't remember anything about it. All I could think of was that my upcoming marriage was in the toilet and I was probably going to lose my job and might even get arrested, all for something I didn't even do!
A few minutes later, they emerged, Angie looking rather pissed and Sandra looking uncharacteristically scared. Angie spoke first.
"Sandra wants to press charges. She wants to call the police right now. Of course, if she does, that changes everything. The wedding will be off of course...how embarassing! My fiance getting arrested the night before my wedding for raping the maid of honor!"
"I DIDN'T RAPE HER!" I protested.
Angie placed a finger against her lips and uttered a stern "Shhh! Listen to what I have to say!"
I sat silently. I knew I had no choice.
"In addition to the humiliation and disgrace, not just for you but for me and Sandra as well, you'll most likely lose your job and will quite possibly spend some time in jail. Is that what you want?" She asked hatefully.
"No, of course not," I answered weakly, "I'd like to forget this whole night!"
"Good. So would we. Sandra and I have talked it over and the only way she won't call the police is to know that you'll be punished somehow for your despicable actions. I still can't believe you're the kind of man that would actually rape a woman, much less my cousin!"
I started to assert my innocence once again but realized the futility.
"What we've decided is that if you'll let us punish you somehow then Sandra's willing to drop the whole thing. We can get married tomorrow as though everything is normal. What do you say to that?" she asked.
"What sort of punishment are you talking about?" I asked.
"You'll find out when it's delivered. You know, sweetie, you really don't have a choice. Accept punishment or lose your job, go to jail, lose your bride, and be forever publicly humiliated and known as a rapist, " she paused, "so what's it going to be?"
I paused, thinking it over for a second. She was right. I really had no other alternative.
"Okay, " I stammered, "I'll take the punishment if she won't call the police."
"Good! Then that's settled. You'll do whatever Sandra and I say, whenever we say until we decide you've been punished enough...Now, I need a beer!" She headed for the kitchen. Sandra stood still and I glanced at her as Angie left the room. Sandra looked at me and the scared look was gone. She smiled at me and gave her pussy a quick rub.
"Thanks for making me cum. It was great!" Sandra said as she went into the kitchen, too.
I started to protest but knew that Angie would never believe me.
A few minutes later, they both returned to the living room.
"We all need to go to bed! We have to get up pretty early tomorrow to get ready for the wedding," said Angie.
"I agree, " echoed Sandra, "I'm going to go home and try to sleep. I don't know if I can after tonight's horrible events but I'll try."
I SO wanted to jump off the couch and slap her and call her every name in the book but I didn't. I sat there like a little wimp.
"Okay. Goodnight dear. I'll see you bright and early in the morning." Angie said to Sandra.
After Sandra left, Angie turned to me and said, "I'm going to go too. I need a good night's sleep before tomorrow. I've been thinking though. I still have to punish you so you don't do this sort of thing again. Sandra and I will work up a good plan but for tonight I think you need a little punishment before I leave. Stand up and take your pants off," she ordered.
Not wanting to piss her off, I did as she said. She reached forward and grabbed my dick which was quickly hard. She slowly began stroking it.
"I guess you really need to get off, don't you?" She asked.
"Yes, please, I really do!"
"Well, let me administer a little punishment and then I'll jack you off, " she said.
"Thank you" I answered. At least I was going to get off. That alone would be a real relief, especially having my sweet Angie do it for me. She undressed and began to rub up against me while stroking me.
"Mmmm...does that feel good?" she teasingly asked, "Just think, tomorrow's our wedding night! You know what happens on the wedding night, don't you?"
"Yes, I certainly do, " I smiled. At least tomorrow night I'd be getting laid.
"Before I get you off, we have to punish this thing. I want you to stand up straight and hold it out for me. I'm going to smack it a few times for you."
"What?" I asked as I she moved away from me and grabbed a ruler off the desk.
"Hold it out, Sweetie. It's either this or jail. Your choice." Her hand moved between her legs and began to make slow movements up and down her vagina.
I stood up straight, pressing my dick down so that it no longer stood up but stood straight out.
"I'm going to smack you 5 times so be ready." she said.
I waited, kind of half-smirking, thinking she'd give me 5 little love taps, and then jack me off. Obviously, she was quite turned on, too. This could be fun, I thought.
She held the ruler and brought the flat side of it up hard against the bottom of my shaft. It stung. In fact, it hurt like hell. I yelped and grabbed it and danced around a few seconds.
"OWWW! That really hurt! Not so hard!" I yelled. Angie stood there smiling, ruler in hand. She was beginning to rub herself a bit more vigorously with her free hand.
"4 more to go," she said with a wicked grin. She was practically drooling.
"Not so hard this time, baby! It's supposed to be at least a little fun!" In spite of the pain, I remained hard. I stood straight again and positioned my dick according to her orders.
Whap! She hit it again, just as hard. I practically screamed. My cock was on fire and I danced around again.
"I'm sorry it hurts, honey, but this is what you get for raping Sandra!"
"I didn't...." I started to protest again when she brought the ruler down hard across the head. I cringed and grabbed my swollen dick. I bent forward and squeezed myself tightly. Damn, it hurt!
"Stand up and stick it out for me!" I'd never heard Angie's voice quite like this. It was angry and sultry all at the same time. One I'd caught my breath, I stood up and looked at her. She had almost a glazed look on her face. She wasn't looking at my face. She was staring at my cock! She had an evil grin on her face and was working her pussy furiously with her other hand. She was getting off on this! What was wrong with her????
She reached forward and put her fingers around my dick. I couldn't believe she was doing this to me AND enjoying it! I also couldn't believe I was still hard! She gently and seductively stroked me up and down for a few minutes.
"Only 2 more to go. Stick it out!"
I did as she commanded and waited for the pain. Whap! She struck the underside again! I moaned and hunched forward. I could barely stand it.
"Well, at least maybe I've found SOMETHING fun I can do with your worthless dick after we're married. It'll be good for some entertainment. Stick it out!"
Once more I reluctantly offered my poor penis to her. Whap! She struck downward this time, once again landing a solid blow across the head. Gawd, it hurt! I bent forward until the pain subsided. Once it had I stood up and practically begged, "Can you jack me off now? Please?"
She smiled and continued to play with her pussy. "Get down on your knees, honey, and lick me 'til I cum, then I'll jack you off, " she said.
I did just that. I dropped to my knees and begin to work my tongue around her clit. She moaned and pulled my head tighter to her pussy. After a few minutes of her wildly grinding her pussy on my face, she had what appeared to be a fabulous orgasm. Once again, she'd gotten off, and at my expense, too! I stood up as she fell back against the wall, breathing hard. She was now running her hands up and down her body. She looked so hot! I couldn't wait. I pressed against her and guided her hand to my cock. She came down from her cloud and began stroking me. She leaned forward and before I knew it, her tongue was exploring the inside of my mouth. I was hunching and getting close to cumming.
She pulled back and whispered, "Did you like getting your worthless cock whipped?"
"No," I panted, "Go a little faster"
"Get used to it. I'm sure you're going to get it whipped more. Remember, your punishment isn't over until Sandra and I say it is."
With that, she abruptly stopped stroking me.
"Let me have one more look at you before you cum," she said as she stepped back a step. She glared at my penis for a second and began rubbing herself again. Suddenly, she brought her leg up very quickly and kicked me very hard in the balls. I saw stars and felt like I was going to vomit. I fell to the floor in agony. I thought I was going to pass out. I heard her moaning too. I rolled over and looked up at my sweet Angie. She was cumming! She was looking at me lying on the floor in pain and she was masturbating and cumming as she stared down at me.
After I caught my breath and she had had her orgasm, she picked up clothes and began to get dressed.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm going home. I'm getting married tomorrow, silly! Don't you remember? I'll see you there. And don't even think about not showing up or you'll be in jail before you know it."
She squatted down and kissed me gently on the forehead.
"I love you." she said as she stood up and walked to the door.
To be continued.
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