9 comments/ 28831 views/ 14 favorites Renewing Vows By: TripleL This story was inspired by one of my filthy muses. It's romantic. ----- "FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!" Lisa Baker threw the glass against the closed door. It struck and shattered with a satisfying crash. But she was still angry. It was February 14th--Valentine's Day. Lisa and her husband Alan were supposed to renew their vows that afternoon. When they had gotten married, him an up-and-coming executive in his daddy's business, her a young aspiring actress fresh out of college, they had been in love. Or at least there had been a spark between them, which they hoped to fan into a bright flame. Sadly that hadn't happened, and over the years things had grown cold. Alan ran his daddy's company now. Lisa's acting career never got off the ground; she had let it go by the wayside while Alan worked his way up the corporate ladder. Daddy never believed in nepotism—Lisa hadn't liked her father much, but the old man had principles. Alan was always working, and while he regularly took Lisa out it was always to further his climb to the top. Lisa had come to realize that she was little more than an accessory for Alan. She wasn't even a trophy wife or a status symbol. Lisa hired personal trainers and sculpted her body into something as close to perfection as could be achieved on Earth. He didn't bat an eyelash. went back to school, earning an MBA in the hopes that would make her husband take her more seriously. It didn't work. But somewhere during this process she found out that she had a knack for business and finance. When she asked Alan for a bit of money to invest, he had laughed. So she took her monthly allowance and did it anyway, and soon she was making plenty of money on her own. When Alan stepped into his father's shoes and took over the company, she thought things might change. And indeed for a while they did—Alan started sleeping with her again (something he was never particularly good at) and made it a point to go down on her every day (something he was very good at). But at the same time, Alan seemed to lose his drive. Having accomplished his goals, he started to drift. Alan stopped working out and started delegating more work to his underlings. Lisa saw an opportunity, and starting buying up company stock using the money Alan gave her every month (she could have used her own money, but doing it this way appealed to her sense of irony). Alan didn't seem to notice as she accumulated more and more power. And when their renewal ceremony rolled around, she was, in fact, the majority shareholder. it gave her a little thrill to know that she could force the company to fire her husband if she wanted to. On New Year's Eve, after a screaming public row, she gave him an ultimatum: either he would take her more seriously and treat her like a wife instead of as an accessory, or it was over. Alan promised to do just that and proposed that they renew their vows on Valentine's Day as a symbol of his new commitment to her. Lisa was mollified by his promise, and Alan did improve over the next six weeks. They started sleeping together again (once a week on Thursdays) he made a number of little romantic gestures, like coming home with flowers or sending her loving texts and voice mails. And on the morning of the 14th, he decided to prepare for the first night of their second honeymoon. He scattered rose petals on and around the bed they shared, set aside an expensive bottle of champagne, and wrote a heartfelt note on a card, which he lay down on her pillow. When Lisa saw all this, at around 10 in the morning, she melted a bit and decided to give Alan a treat of her own. Her own preparations took far less time to set up, and within a quarter-hour she called Alan to their bedroom to give him his gift. What greeted Alan was something that should have made him fall on her like a rampaging beast. Lisa was always pretty, but years of effort had made her gorgeous. She stood before him, wearing only her veil and her bridal lingerie. Her brown hair hung down to the small of her back in an elaborate braid. Her aristocratic face was worthy of a portrait—her eyes wide and framed by long lush lashes, her elegant nose just so above her full red lips. Her body was worthy of a sculpture—her breasts were large and full and firm, without a hint of sag. Her waist was slender, and her hips flared out, giving her the classic hourglass figure. Her ass alone was the sort of thing that makes men write poetry, two luscious half-moons that simply begged to be kissed, bit, and spanked. And her legs were long and toned. Lisa didn't need makeup to be gorgeous, and she was wearing very little—just some lipstick, painting her lips a deep inviting crimson. Her bridal lingerie had been chosen to enhance the effect. It was pure, pristine, virginal white, and it contrasted pleasantly with her dusky, olive skin. She was wearing a lacy half-bra that cupped her breasts like a lover's hands, pushing them up and together as if offering them up to be kissed and sucked and squeezed. Below that was an underbust corset that cinched her waist down even more, accentuating the dramatic curves of her hips and ass. Her hands and arms were covered up to the elbow in white lace gloves. A pair of thigh-high stockings and some tall stiletto heels highlighted her legs. Completing the look was a tiny white thong covering her pussy. It split in the back to reveal a diamond-studded plug in her ass. Lisa had wanted to make today special, and so she was going to let Alan take her last virgin hole before the ceremony—and after, on their second honeymoon, whenever he wanted. But when she called him, and stood before him, hands clasped in front of her, to tell him what she was offering, he didn't immediately set on her as he should have. Instead he sighed and said, "Not right now. I've got to make a few phone calls to check in at the office," before leaving the room. Hence the screamed profanity and the flying glassware. Hence the anger. Lisa kept yelling at him. He windows were open, so her outburst drew some attention from the guests who had arrived early and the staff setting up the pavilion outside. It also drew the attention of Erik Keller, one of her husband's old college buddies, now wealthy, mostly retired despite his relative youth, and married to one Emily Keller (formerly Emily Larson). No one quite knew what Erik did, but persistent rumors suggested that he had an unsavory past. Some people thought he was a banker who had made his fortune early and gotten out of the game. Others thought he was a fighter of some kind; his scarred and rough knuckles certainly suggested that he'd had a wild and exciting youth. After someone had found a mugshot online of a man who might have been a younger version of him, the rumor spread that he was an ex-con. The wildest rumors were that Erik Keller had been a porn star who invested wisely and left the business. Lisa and Erik had never officially met, though she'd seen him before. He was at her original wedding to Alan, but vanished early in the reception along with two of the bridesmaids. Alan sometimes told outlandish stories about Erik, and some of Lisa's girlfriends knew him, but they never quite crossed paths. Alan's stories suggested that Erik had been a ladies' man in college. Somehow—Alan never said how—he had met and married Emily Larson. Emily was sweet and kind, and she had great hair and a lovely personality. But she was also dumb as a post, a bit heavy, and more than a little prudish. Lisa's friends said he was handsome, with just a bit of roguish charm, and they speculated endlessly on why a man like him would marry a woman like Emily. Erik had arrived early for the ceremony, where Lisa and Alan were to renew their vows, with his wife Emily in tow. Emily was off somewhere getting her hair done, but Erik was at the Bakers' house early, chatting amiably with old friends and enjoying the day. When he heard the crash of the glassware against the wall, he did what any friend would do and went to find out what was the matter. As Erik ambled into the house and up the stairs, taking his time, Lisa looked at herself in the mirror. Lisa knew she was a walking wet dream, and if her husband has too wrapped up in himself to notice her, she'd just have to find someone else who could appreciate what she had to offer. She put on her wedding dress. It was, of course, the same one she wore when she first married Alan; Lisa took care of herself. The dress had a sweetheart neckline, with a lace panel covering her bountiful cleavage. It fell from her curves like a waterfall, draping her body suggestively while revealing very little. It had been in Alan's family for years, belonging to his mother and his grandmother; he had no siblings, so there were no daughters to bequeath it to, and when Alan got married he asked Lisa to wear it. When she was dressed, she shut the windows, realizing that the assembled guests and servants might have heard her outburst. Fuck them, she thought. She had just finished with the last window when she heard Erik's knock. She thought it was her husband, and she flung open the door, eyes flashing and cheeks flushed with anger as she planned to give him a piece of her mind. "Listen, asshole..." she started, before faltering. It wasn't her husband standing in the doorway. Instead, what confronted her was an impressive figure of a man. Erik was tall, with thick, wavy black hair just touched with gray at the temples. His chest was broad, and the exquisitely tailored charcoal grey suit he wore couldn't hide what was clearly an athletic body. His eyes almost matched his suit; they were grey, like the sky during a storm. Everything about him said that he was a man of wealth and power, a success in every area of life. But that wasn't all. Erik Keller wasn't just handsome; he was the sort of man who makes husbands and fathers get out their guns. Something about him—perhaps how he moved, perhaps how he carried himself, perhaps something about the set of his jaw—made him give off an air of dangerous mystery. He was like a coiled spring, taut and tense. And there was one other thing about him, something none of Lisa's girlfriends had mentioned. Oh, they had tittered and gossiped, but whenever Lisa asked what was so interesting no one told her. Erik Keller was hung. His dark grey pants were fairly loose, but they couldn't hide the bulge that ran down his leg to mid-thigh. It looked like he had an energy drink shoved down his pants. Lisa wasn't sure why he was already hard—she had just opened the door, and while she knew she could inspire erections in dead men it didn't generally happen before they had seen her. Erik gave her a wicked smile. "So, you've heard of me, Mrs. Baker" he said, in a resonant baritone. He looked her up and down, slowly, making sure she notice as he inventoried her features. Lisa was instantly drawn to this man, to his confidence bordering on arrogance. He was brazenly checking her out, even though he knew who she was and even though both of them were pledged to other people. But those other people weren't there. The only people there were Erik, the lion among men, and Lisa, the walking wet dream. "I have, Mr. Keller," she replied. "Come in, please. I'm sorry for yelling at you." He entered the room as if he owned it, his gaze sweeping across the rich furnishings, the rose petals on the bed, the card on the pillow, before returning to Lisa's. "Seems like you and Alan built quite the little love nest here." Lisa laughed sardonically at that. "Alan did all this, then walked out on me when I wanted to fuck him. He said he had important phone calls to make," she said, her voice dripping with scorn. Erik shook his head. "I wish I could say that's a surprise. Alan never did understand women. I always told him he had to learn how to recognize when a woman wants to be taken and thrown down and fucked"—the word rolled off his tongue deliciously, and Lisa felt a little thrill go through her—"and now it turns out that he falls short when someone like you explicitly tells him what she wants." As he spoke, he moved closer to her, until he was only inches away when he finished. He could smell her perfume, something light and floral. Lisa's breath quickened as he drew nearer and she backed up a step at a time, until she felt her back run up against the closed door. "But I bet you know when a woman wants it, don't you Mr. Keller?" she asked, fluttering her thick eyelashes at him ingenuously. "I do," he said, his voice dropping into a growl as he continued to advance. "And do I want it?" He closed the remaining distance between them, one hand coming up to her chest to grope for her mountainous tits. He squeezed, hard, feeling the firm flesh deform under her dress. "No," he said, "you fucking need it." Lisa melted against him as he mauled her breast. His other hand went to her ass, cupping one luscious globe and pulling her against him. She turned her face to his automatically, and he kissed her furiously. She immediately began moaning into his mouth as they kissed. Lisa forced one leg between his, feeling the heat of his cock even through his pants and her dress. She broke the kiss first. "God, yes, I need it. I need a man who can make me suck his cock and swallow his cum. Who'll fuck my tits and paint them with sperm. I need someone who will tear my panties off and fuck my pussy over and over." Lisa reached down to lay a hand on Erik's bulge. She expected to feel something firm and rigid under her palm. She was shocked to find instead a thick tube of meat, large and limp. It was all she could do to keep her jaw from dropping as she realized that this man—this god—standing beside her wasn't even hard, and that the bulge that had caught her eye before was merely a preview of coming attractions. "Oh, god, Erik... this is amazing," she said, squeezing him in one small hand. Erik didn't move or speak as she began to squeeze and stroke him through his pants; he let his cock speak for him, as it started to swell and throb in her hands. Lisa kept talking. "I need a man with a huge cock"—she reached down to squeeze him with both hands—"who can just use me up and ruin me for my husband. Who can fuck me so hard and so long I could barely walk. And then..." Her voice dropped lower, into a smoky contralto. "Then he'd bend me over and fuck my virgin ass right before I walk down the aisle to renew my vows with my fucking shithead husband." Erik's hand slid from her ass up her back to the back of her head. He grabbed her hair and pulled her down to her knees, her wedding dress rustling, silk whispering against skin. Her hands went to his belt, quickly undoing it and everything else that kept her from handling the hot, hard fuck-hose she had felt growing under her hands, through Erik's pants. As soon as she could, she released his monster from its prison of cloth. It was, if anything, even bigger than she had thought from feeling it. Over a foot of powerful pulsating prick-meat jutted up proudly from his groin. Lisa tried to get her hand around him, and failed; he was too thick for her fingers to meet. "Fuck God... This is what we should be worshiping," she said, her eyes wide. She reached back into his pants and cupped his balls; they were hot and heavy, and she couldn't get more than one in her palm at once. Lisa had to struggle to get them out of his pants, but she succeeded, then marveled at their size and heft. "Look how full and bloated these are, Mr. Keller. How could you let things go so long without finding a nasty slut to empty them for you?" Then she kissed them, leaving red lip-prints on his sack. The adulterous wife opened her mouth and practically inhaled one of his lemon-sized nuts, bathing it with her spit, her tongue moving frantically to cover every inch of skin. When she was done with that one, she did the same with the other, moaning all the while. Erik groaned as Lisa messily made out with his balls. "I couldn't find anyone up to the task of keeping those things drained. You think you're the filthy fuck-goddess to do it?" he asked. By way of an answer, Lisa nodded, Erik's balls still in her mouth, and reach up to start stroking his prodigious pussy-wrecker with her gloved hands. She worked one hand up over the tip, catching his precum as it oozed out in heavy beads of pearly white and working it into his length, leaving dark spot on the pristine white lace in the process. Lisa let Erik's balls fall from her mouth and rose slightly. She stuck out her tongue and gave his shaft long lick from base to tip, flattening her tongue. When she got to the top, she swirled her tongue around the small slit at the tip. "Mmm, you taste so delicious, Mr. Keller." She wrapped both hands around him, interlacing her fingers, and started to stroke him quickly. "I can't wait until I'm eating your sperm. Are you going to feed me a nice big load? Or will I have to beg?" Erik canted his hips forward, so that his cock slid against her face and leaving shimmering streaks of precum on her cheeks. "Maybe I'd rather decorate your cheating face with my cum. Send you down the aisle wearing my load on instead of a veil." Lisa's stroking sped up as she envisioned herself walking past all her friends and family, head held high, her face drenched in the sperm of this paragon of masculinity. Her pussy fluttered and quivered at the thought. She could feel a trickle of her juices start to slid down the inside of her thigh, her panties having been drenched beyond capacity. "Oh, yes," she moaned. "And you'd be there waiting for me, and when we get to the kiss I'd drop down to my knees like I am now and do this..." She stared right at Erik's helmet, before planting a passionate kiss on it, leaving a red smear of lipstick on the end of his cock. "And then you'd cum again and I'd swallow every drop." Lisa never stopped stroking him as she spoke, and soon the wet sounds of her gloved hands sliding up and down his length filled the room. "Oh no," she said, sticking out her lower lip in an exaggerated pout. "You've ruined these gloves," she said, letting go of Erik's cock and showing him her palms. The fragile lace was dark and wet and the skin underneath was shiny with his precum. "Did you know that these gloves belonged to Alan's grandmother? And now you've gone and got them all covered in your... delicious... goo..." She trailed off at the end of the sentence, and with one exquisitely manicured fingernail made a small tear in the lace. She brought her hand up to her mouth and with her teeth tore it off, letting the cum-sodden garment drop to the floor. Then she did the same to the other glove. Once her hands were bare, she made a show of licking them clean, taking in every drop of his precum that she could find. Once that was done, her hands flew back to Erik's pole, and she resumed her handjob as if it had never stopped. "We can't have you ruining the dress too, Mr. Keller," she said. "I'll have to make sure that don't make any more messes like that." She opened her mouth wide and encircled the top of his cock. Just that small portion of his cock seemed like enough to fill her mouth and force her jaws wide. Erik looked down and saw Lisa looking back up at him, eyes wide, lips stretched in a thin red line around his cock, as she tried her best to engulf him. She kept moaning as more and more of his issue touched her tongue, as if she was sucking down the nectar of the gods. Each moan sent pleasing vibrations through his cock, which in turn made another gob of precum ooze out, making Lisa moan harder, in a vicious cycle. Lisa started to go deeper, pushing herself as Erik forced her to open up more any other man ever had. His battering ram of a cock breached the tight ring of her throat, and he growled down at her, "You perfect whore angel! You're going to get a bellyful of my cum if you keep doing that." Lisa started to bounce on her heels at the thought. She kept sucking, swirling her tongue around Erik's shaft, her hungry moans stifled by the massive mouthful of meat. Renewing Vows Erik took hold of her head then, shuffling forward and forcing her head against the door. He started to thrust, his fingers entwined in her hair and tugging her carefully-done hairstyle out of place. Lisa looked up at him through her long, thick eyelashes, tears glimmering at the corners of her eyes as he started to fuck her face. Sloppy, wet sounds came from her throat as she gagged and choked on him, and each thrust started to force bubbles of spit and precum out of her overstuffed mouth. It dripped messily down her chin, stained faintly red by her remaining lipstick, and dripped to her chest, leaving light red spots all over the lace covering her cleavage. "Looks like I'm making another mess anyway, slut," said Erik, in between deep breaths. "What would your husband say if he saw you down on your knees with another man's cock in your mouth? Drooling all over that pretty dress that's been in his family for years?" As Erik spoke, Lisa's pussy clenched at the thought of her husband walking in on them. She pawed at herself, fumbling at the long skirts under she managed to find the hemline and slip a hand under her dress. She wasted no further time in rubbing her pussy with two fingers, then three, through her white thong, which was already soaked through with her juices. More muffled moans came up through Erik's cock, which was rapidly pounding in and out of her mouth, and he added one of his own. As Erik face-fucked the kneeling bride, preparations for the ceremony continued outside and throughout the house. Cooks and caterers worked in the kitchen, musicians tested and tuned their instruments, workers set up the large pavilion, and the priest looked over the notes for his homily, all unaware of the sinful tryst happening in the bride's own bedroom. Erik and Lisa were little more than beasts now, as she opened her mouth and willingly—gratefully--accepted his massive tool into her throat. His dick was drooling strands of thick, rich precum, coating her throat and (when he pulled out far enough) her tongue with his salty-sweet deliciousness. "I'm going to give you some new makeup for your ceremony, Mrs. Baker," he said, emphasizing the "Mrs." in a way that made Lisa's pussy quiver. With her mouth almost overwhelmed by Erik's endowment, she couldn't give him the response she wanted to give, the response she knew he deserved. She wanted to beg for him to glaze her slutty face with his seed, to paint her elegant features with cum, to give her what she'd worked so hard for and let her feel each hot spurt as it rained down on her. But with Erik's effortless domination of her, she couldn't say anything. So instead, she gave a small nod, and begged him with her eyes to unleash himself on her however he pleased. Erik, looking down on her, saw and understood. With a roar, he pulled his length from her throat. Lisa's lips clung to his shaft as he extracted it from her sucking mouth. He started to cum before he could get free of her; he felt his cock flex and throb as the first mighty spurt erupted from it, hitting the back of her throat like a shot. Lisa moaned appreciatively as she tasted him. Her hand was a blur under her dress as her fingers danced across her clit and plunged in and out of her pussy. As Erik filled her mouth with his essence, she came too, her eyes fluttering closed as her cunt spasmed and her hips twitched. Then he pulled out of her sweet sucking mouth, his weapon still discharging. In a matter of seconds, he draped her aristocratic features with lines of sperm as wide as a finger, leaving white streams dangling from her lips, nose, and chin. Lisa held her mouth open, letting him fire at will, catching what she could in her hungry gullet. As she felt the hot lines of cum land on her, she felt herself reaching a new plateau of pleasure, as if she was having a second climax in the midst of her first. When he was done soaking her face, practically obliterating her features under a layer of cum, and when she finally pulled her fingers from her drenching slot with a slick sound, Lisa rose. She blinked her eyes open, ignoring the cords and streamers of cum dangling from her luscious lashes, and said, "I love my new veil, Mr. Keller." Erik smiled at her, revealing a row of even white teeth, and took her by the arm and dragged her over to the mirror. He spun her, so she could see how she looked as he stood behind her. He was close behind her, and he could feel his cock rest in the cleft of her ass and rub against the white silk of the wedding gown. Lisa started to grind against him, as if she was trying to jerk him off with her ass cheeks. "What do you see?" he asked her. "Mmmm, I see a very lovely bride... and I see the man who just mastered her... and I see that he just gave her a very pretty wedding present... and now I see that she needs to get fucked by his horse-cock before she goes mad." Erik pushed her forward and set to work undressing her. Lisa helped him where she could, but her attention was occupied by her efforts to gather up all of the cum he'd dumped on her and stuff it into her greedy maw; she ran her fingers across her face, scooping it up, and let it dangle in long strings to onto her outstretched tongue, all the while watching herself in the mirror. "You know, when I kiss my husband later today, I'm going to be thinking of your cock." The impatient Erik decided he'd spent enough time trying gently to undress her, and simply pulled the dress down off Lisa's shoulders, not caring as the delicate heirloom ripped in places as it came free of her and fell to the floor with a whisper of silk against skin. For the second time that day, she stood before a man clad only in her bridal lingerie—but unlike her husband, Erik was going to ravish her rather than let her slip away. Lisa finished cleaning her face and stepped back, pressing her body against Erik's, grinding her ass against his hips. "We need to get you out of that nice suit before it gets dirty," she said, and then she turned swiftly and raked her fingernails down his chest, leaving small rents and furrows in his expensive shirt. He sucked in a breath at the sudden sharp pain of her nails digging into him and seized her by the wrists before turning to face the bed, taking her with him. He tossed her back and she fell heavily onto the mattress, scattering the rose petals strewn about by her husband for their special romantic evening. She pushed herself up on her elbows and laughed a low smoky laugh. "There are people downstairs, Mr. Keller. They might hear if you get rough with me." She stretched her arms over her head, arching her back, and purred like a cat before rolling onto her stomach and revealing the glittering, diamond-studded plug currently filling her ass. She wriggled on the bet, looking back over her shoulder at Erik, who was disrobing. "You definitely shouldn't pull this plug out of my virgin ass and fuck it hard. That would be bad." Erik finished unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it off, revealing a muscular chest. It took him only a moment longer to shed his pants and everything else, allowing Lisa to get a good look at his nude form for the first time. He was a swimmer, and he had a swimmer's body, all lean, dense muscle, but not too much of a good thing. His body was mostly hairless, to improve his swimming speed, and as he advanced on Lisa he looked like a Greek statue come to life. Lisa, still lying on her stomach, arched her back, pushing out her ass toward him. He stared at it, envisioning his shaft splitting it like cordwood, but decided to wait. "No." Lisa was shocked, but he continued: "I want to master your cunt first. Then once you've been fucked good that way, I'll give you what you need in that adulterous ass." He bent over her, pinning her to the mattress with one powerful hand, and slapped his cock wetly against her pussy, before doing the same to the plug in her ass. Lisa gasped, and heard his voice in her ear, low and gravelly: "Do you want my cock in your holes, baby? Do you want me to stretch out that little married cunt? Ruin that ass, the one you promised to your husband?" Erik listened as Lisa whined and whimpered. She squirmed beneath him, trying desperately to force her hips back so she could engulf his cock in one of her holes—right now, she clearly didn't care which, and she probably would cum like a banshee if he slipped into her ass, even with the plug in place as well. Her plaintive cries were music to his ears, stirring up his primal drives to conquer, to master, to claim, and to own. Finally, Lisa managed to get enough control over herself to say one word. "Please." It came out somewhere between a whisper and a moan, but Erik heard it and thrust forward, burying himself in one stroke. Lisa let loose an ear-splitting scream. "Fuck yes! Your cock is my new god! I want to marry it today instead of Alan!" Erik smiled down at her, and fucked her harder. Lisa's fingers clutched at the covers. Some of the scattered rose petals poked out through her clenched fists, while the others bounced and fluttered as Erik nailed her to the bed. She tossed her head from side to side, her elaborate braid coming loose. Her back arched, and her hips bucked back, pushing her ass against his groin, her legs kicking wildly. They both gasped and groaned in ecstasy. Erik gave Lisa's ass a powerful open-handed slap. She cried out, "Spank me, baby! Spank this bad wife!" After another mighty slap, and another, and another, Erik stopped and grabbed Lisa by her long dark braid, his fingers digging in to the crevices between the cables of hair. He pulled back, until Lisa was looking up at the ceiling, her back and neck strained. The pain was a grace note added to the song of pleasure he was playing with her body. "You like being a bad wife, don't you?" he asked, his voice gravelly. "Oh, god, yes!" answered Lisa. "Why?" "Because good wives don't get fucked like this! Because good wives don't have studs like you to make them cum-addled little cunts!" "That's right. Good wives get fucked once a week by their lame husbands." Erik spanked Lisa one more time, leaving a red handprint on her dusky skin, and pushed her face back down into the mattress. She cried out once more, this time muffled by the bedding, and came, her cunny juices practically gushing from her as her pussy clutched his cock and she pawed at the covers. "Gonna fill you up with another load," Erik said between thrusts. Lisa could make no reply as she was still lost in her own climax. Erik didn't notice, or didn't care, as a torrent of muttered profanity spilled from his lips. "Gonna shoot you full of my babies, you cheating bitch... make you walk up the aisle with my seed dripping down your thighs. You're going to feel me oozing out of you for weeks. Gonna unload in your married slut pussy, Mrs. Baker. Fuck!" Erik's last verbal ejaculation coincided with the start of his actual ejaculation. He had to close his eyes as he came, harder than he could remember cumming ever before. It felt like Lisa's pussy was drawing out every bit of his essence, perhaps his soul itself, in that first shot. It seemed to go on forever, one continuous stream of jizz and ecstasy. And when it ended, another quickly followed, seeming to last even longer and feel even better, until Erik came back to himself and realized he was laying on top of the prone Lisa, still pumping his hips as he filled her with the last dregs of his orgasm. She bore his weight gladly, and he could hear her whispering, "You fill me so good, Erik... I need all your sperm from now on. Only yours. And none for your wife; it's all mine. Every last drop is going to end up in or on me." He could only nod and say, "You'll get all that and more." Both of them needed a moment to recover. Erik and Lisa rolled into their sides, spooning each other, with his cock still inside her and having lost none of its steel. She rocked against him gently, enjoying the full feeling he gave her—even more pronounced, now that he'd gifted her with what felt like pints of hot spunk from his endlessly productive nuts. Erik started to rock back and forth as well, sliding in and out of Lisa's overstuffed cunt once more. He wanted to rip Lisa's bridal lingerie from her and savage her again and again. Lisa purred like a cat and arched her back languidly, pushing her ass back against him as she did. Before long, they had progressed from enjoying the afterglow to slow, romantic fucking. But neither of them would be satisfied with that for long. Erik pulled Lisa back onto him, reaching around her as he did to free one of her full, firm breasts from the virginal white bra. He groped her, squeezing her fleshy orb roughly, her nipple achingly hard beneath his palm. Erik tugged on her hair, and hissed in her ear: "I hope that plug in your ass was enough training." Lisa shuddered, knowing what was to come and wanting him to claim her last unfucked hole for his own. Erik felt her quiver against him and it was all he could do not to roll over, trapping her beneath him and using her like a toy to get off a second time. But he forced himself to stop their slow, gentle fuck, pulling out with a wet sound as great gobs of their combined juices leaked from Lisa's well-fucked cunny and left dark stains on her marital bed. He rose, and Lisa rolled onto her back as he did, spreading her legs for him. The pristine, elegant woman who he'd encountered when he came into the room was gone, subsumed by the lust-drunk maenad he saw before him. Her elegant braid was gone, pulled loose by their ecstatic copulation. The deep red lipstick she'd worn had been smeared onto his cock and only the slightest traces of it remained. Her eyes were wide with desire, and her dusky skin practically glowed. The bridal lingerie she'd worn for her husband was askew—one breast hung from the bra and the stockings were laddered. Her panties were pulled aside, revealing her puffy, just-fucked pussy, a river of white cream flowing from it. Lisa saw Erik drink her in, and her hand went down between her legs. She started to rub her clit, but Erik was faster; his hand darted out like a striking snake, catching her by the wrist and keeping her from toying with her love button. She whined and whimpered. "Please, master, please let me play with myself." Erik shook his head and took his titanic endowment in his other hand. Lisa smiled widely, and when she spoke it was in a dreamy voice, "Oh, thank you master... you're going to fuck me again, aren't you?" But he didn't give her what she desperately craved. Instead, he teased her—he let the fist-sized head rest on her pussy, probing her entrance without going inside, and smoothly slid his hips forward, dragging the length of his veiny shaft across her nether lips and her clit like a bow across the strings of a violin. And Lisa quivered and vibrated and made beautiful sounds as he played with her masterfully. Lisa's begging and pleading grew more desperate and less coherent, until she was practically babbling. That's when Erik withdrew just slightly, making enough space for him to reach down and grasp the flared, diamond-studded end of the butt plug gleaming in between Lisa's dusky cheeks. He gave her no time to prepare before swiftly ripping it free of that tight, virginal hole. When he did, Lisa's eyes went wide, and her mouth opened in a soundless scream. Her back arched, coming off the bed entirely, and Erik let go of her hand, which traveled immediately to her cunt where she plunged three fingers inside herself. She came wildly at the sudden flash of pain, and Erik merely watched and smirked at her until she collapsed back onto the bed, scattering many of the remaining rose petals as she did. Erik didn't give her a chance to recover. He simply lined up his enormous, hole-breaking tool with Lisa's tender, tiny rosebud and bulled his way in. She gasped, her body wracked with spasms of agonizing pain and euphoric pleasure until she lost the ability to distinguish the two. And Erik never stopped forcing his way up her untouched channel. He was determined to drive every inch of his weapon up inside her, planting his flag as deep in her as he could. Lisa let out something that was half moan, half squeal as she herself stretch around him. "Oh, god," she said, panting. "You're going to break me. You're going to break me with your dick. Don't you feel guilty, ruining my holes? No one but you is going to be able to fuck me once you're done, master." She reached up and wrapped her hands around his head, interlacing her fingers behind Erik's neck, rolling her hips to afford him deeper entry. "You were broken as soon as you saw me," Erik replied, his voice rough. "You just didn't know it yet." He straightened up, breaking her hold on him; Lisa tried futilely to catch him, but he snared her arms first and pinned them to the mattress above her her, holding both wrists in one powerful hand as his free hand tugged at her throbbing nipples, pinching them, rolling them between his fingers, pulling them away from her body until her perfect breasts were distended cones and then letting them snap back. Lisa could only whimper as this stallion of a man used her like a plaything; he continued fucking her ass all the while, driving in deeper and deeper with each thrust, until finally Lisa's last bastions of resistance crumbled and he hilted himself in her no-longer-virginal ass. If Lisa's husband Alan had come in then, he'd have seen his wife, on her back in bed they shared, the same bed he'd scattered rose petals on earlier that day in preparation for their special night together. Her back was arched and her arms arms stretched were above her head, thrusting her glorious tits out to his old friend Erik for him to use and abuse as he pleased. He'd have seen Erik taking his pleasure from Lisa's body, pummeling her asshole with mighty strokes from his oversized bitch-breaker, manhandling her breasts, pinning her in place as he devastated and defiled her holes. And he'd have heard her cries of elation every time Erik reared back and delivered another punishing, ass-splitting, agonizing, orgasmic thrust. Erik was implacable; Lisa moaned and pushed back against him, and he denied her, fucking her like a machine no matter what she did. When he grew tired of her pleading, plaintive cries, he picked up the diamond-studded plug that he'd torn from her ass earlier. Lisa started to speak: "What are you—"but he cut her off, stuffing the silver toy into her mouth. "Clean this off, you fucking slut. You'll be doing the same to my cock when I'm finished opening up your married asshole." Lisa eagerly and enthusiastically complied, moaning appreciatively as her tongue swirled around the still-warm toy. She could taste herself on it—she was earthy, musky, a bit bitter, but not unpleasant. Some of her cunt-honey and Erik's rich seed had dripped down and coated the toy as well, and she could taste those flavors as well. "How do you taste, Mrs. Baker?" Erik asked, pulling the toy from her sucking mouth. Lisa grinned devilishly. "Mmmm, delicious, baby... But not as good as your cum. That tastes like ambrosia." "Maybe if you're good I'll give you a bit more before you have to go renew your vows." "I promise, I'll be good, master. I'll do anything for another taste of you." "I'm going to fill your ass soon," Erik said, "and when I do, I want you to hold it inside as long as you can." Lisa nodded, eager to please. Erik kept violating her with his tool, and Lisa felt her cunny quiver with each and every thrust. Somehow, Erik had found the perfect angle for his pistonlike strokes, and the thick helmet prodded against her g-spot through her pussy walls every time he entered her. His pubic bone ground against her clit whenever he bottomed out inside her. And his thick shaft spread her open so well, splitting her in two, driving her mad with pleasure and lust. His cock had been well-lubricated by their combined juices, and it slid in and out of her easily, even though she could feel her ass clenching around it whenever it withdrew as if it were reluctant to give up its grasp on that slut-taming, wife-despoiling instrument. Renewing Vows Erik let go of Lisa's hands. She instantly started to cup her breasts, offering them up to him. He suckled and nibbled, bit and kissed, teased and tweaked; Lisa cried out, "Use me up, master! Don't leave anything for my husband!" And with that cry, Erik sped up, making the bed rattle and creak as the stresses imposed by their Olympian fuck started to strain its construction. They both found themselves unable to speak coherently, their brains scrambled and made useless by the animal fuck-lust that overwhelmed them. Erik and Lisa moaned and rutted like beasts; she raked her fingernails down his back, carving bloody furrows in his skin. He groped and manhandled her perfect, luscious body, leaving red marks on her dusky olive complexion where his long, powerful fingers gripped her. They both shined with perspiration as they panted and moaned together, their voices joining together just as their bodies did likewise. Lisa's eyes started to flutter shut as her climax began. But they suddenly snapped open when Erik hilted himself in her and she felt a burst of white heat deep inside. His face was twisted into a grimace as he exploded within her, her tight ass milking him, extracting every drop of his rich, thick, cream. Lisa's pussy gushed, spasming in time with Erik's eruptions, as their simultaneous orgasms fed and heightened each other. Erik throbbed and pulsed as Lisa clenched and shook and both of them gasped and grunted. Lisa bucked against him, and Erik held himself deep inside her, painting her innards with rope after rope of spunk. Then it was over, and Erik dropped to his elbows and kissed Lisa, passionately and intensely. She melted against him, feeling the gift of his warmth deep inside both of her lower holes. ----- The music started playing. Lisa, once again dressed in her wedding gown, her hair back in its braid and her lipstick freshly reapplied, started to walk down the aisle. The veil concealed her small wince when she took the first step, the pleasant ache from her abused holes making her walk a bit stiffly. She could feel Erik's seed dripping down her thighs and soaking into the tops of her ruined stockings. Lisa licked her swollen lips, tasting the sweet saltiness of Erik's final gift to her. Her husband was waiting for her at the end of the aisle, her wedding ring resting on a pillow nearby, not catching the light as it should thanks to the coating of sperm Erik had provided after she jacked him off. She was halfway down the aisle. In a moment, she'd say her vows anew, and then there would be a toast. Her champagne was sitting on the table, slightly cloudy with the cum that had drained from her ass into the flute. When the time came, she'd swear to love, honor, and obey her husband. Then he'd kiss her lips, just after they'd been glazed by her master's cum, and she'd drink down her spiked champagne and do her best to conceal the little flutter in her pussy when Erik's seed lay heavy on her tongue. Just as Lisa reached the end of the aisle, she caught sight of Erik, her master, her god, her lover. He looked at her possessively, and she shivered as the priest began to speak. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today..."