3 comments/ 127914 views/ 42 favorites The Bride Wore Pink By: Yuu Sakagami The mood in the bridal chamber of Tanya MacPhee was thick and awkward. The ravishing 28 year old's gown had been ruined by a guest mere minutes ago, by her own younger klutz of a cousin. 20 year old Jerry MacPhee the virginal college student had spilled a tall glass of red wine all over her virginal White gown...with less than an hour before the vows were to commence! "You MOTHERFUCKING ASSHOLE! Get OUT of here!" Tanya screeched, grabbing her headdress like a softball and whipping it at the cowering young lad. It smacked him square out the face and he scampered out the room. The door slammed behind him, leaving Tanya staring at it sullenly. The whole wedding was ruined now. What was she supposed to do without a dress? The stain was spread all the way down the front, soaking the fabric clean through and making her look like the winner of a Spring break wet t-shirt contest. Her nipples were almost as big as thimbles, even when unerect, and their protrusions were now clearly visible. Tanya detested her 34-C bustline. All her life people had assumed that those big breasts made her some kind of floozy, and she'd chosen to get married as soon as possible for the sake of respectability. Dennis Rogers was a good find - 35, handsome, and a respectable opthamologist. Every other man she'd ever been with merely wanted to fuck her enormous rack and cum all over her pretty face, before moving onto her other delightful attributes: full round buttocks, shapely thighs and calves, a flat tummy, and silky hair which framed the pixie cheeks and pouty lips of her tiny face. Tanya's body made her such an effortlessly amazing fuck that she'd always made men wait as long as possible for it, to prove their mettle. But for Tanya's amazing figure they'd wait as long as it took, say whatever she wanted to hear about their careers and accomplishments, and not stick around much longer after the first couple screws. She was a gold digger, pure and simple, and no man until Dennis had fit her bill of criteria for wedlock. Now what was she to do? Postponing the wedding with less than an hour to go? Impossible. The seaside resort had to be booked months in advance. Hundreds of guests were waiting in the chapel nearby. The weather along the beach outside was warm, sunny and picture perfect. The most important day of her life, and that little shit had to spill his drink on her! Tanya's eyes darted around the room. Was there ANYTHING that could be done? Some accessory to cover her chest and not expose her see-through cleavage to the bride and groom's entire families? Sweating bullets, she ran to the only closet the room had to offer. The tiny walk-in was nearly empty except for two boxes left by previous tenants. One had an old pair of silk evening gloves. Fat lot of good those would do... The other had a pink wedding dress. Pink? Tanya momentarily forgot her dire predicament in sheer disbelief that such an item existed. Who in their right mind would wear such a thing? If those tacky low-class Vegas wedding chapels offered a complimentary dress, this would be it. Holding the garment to her chest, she figured the low cut hemline would barely cover half of her aureolas, showing off than the wine stain. The bottom hemline would probably show more of her legs than a hooker's miniskirt. Even more ridiculous were the red tasseled ribbons which dangled from the nipple points, and the red heart embroidered and puffing out over the crotch. It bore the word "MRS" on it in cursive lettering. This had to be a novelty, either a Halloween costume or a bachelor party entertainer's getup. Aside from those red accessories, the shade of pink colored all else. A pink that was blindingly neon, brighter than she'd ever seen. Tanya couldn't look away, hideous as the dress itself was. The pink was like a blanket enveloping her brain. Against all better judgement, Tanya decided to had to know how it looked. The state of emergency she was in felt a lot less important, as if time would stand still for her alone, for as long as it would take to satisfy her private curiosities about the depths of low class titillation. Getting it on was tough. The tight fabric definitely had some lycra in it, and her enormous breasts and buttocks barely squeezed inside. The slightest movement sent both pairs of flesh globes wobbling up and down with the elasticity of party balloons. Minutes later she stepped before her full-length mirror. She...liked what she saw. It was tacky, but somehow charming. Part of her felt like the "My Size" Barbie doll her mother had purchased for her eighth birthday. She could never admit it to her feminist friends, many of whom had refused to attend the reception on anti-patriarchal principle, but pink had always been one of her favorite colors. Putting on this dress made her feel as though she'd slipped into the warm water of her old kiddie wading pool on a hot Summer day. It didn't look bad. Nope, not bad at all. Tight as the dress was, she practically felt naked. Tanya giggled. She placed one hand on her ass and stuck it out. She turned to one side and pushed out her chest as far as it would go without throwing off her balance. Was a bra even necessary? It would be tacky to have the straps showing. The dress would leave her shoulders completely bare. She reached behind, undid the undergarment and let it drop to the floor. Why not let her hair down, as well? Tanya undid the knot holding her long Blonde hair in a bun. It cascaded down onto. Not bad, but not good, either. She walked across the room and picked up her headdress. Placing it back atop her forehead, she checked her reflection again. The white actually went with the pink! But there was still something missing. She almost felt like the princess she'd always aspired to be, a princess about to be wed to a handsome prince. Wow, maybe the day wasn't ruined! She was feeling as excited as she'd ever been about the prospect of marriage, in fact. SHIT! Wasn't it almost time to GET married? Tanya looked up at the wall. She stared at it. Something felt off. The big hand was on the Five. The little hand was at three-zero... Tanya shook her head and giggled. She was so excited, she'd nearly forgotten how to tell time! It was 5:30. The ceremony started at 6. Of course, of course. Now that she had her dress she needed to finish getting dressed. She found her shoes right by the mirror and frowned. Really? Those little things? Somehow, the way she'd remembered the princesses from the animated movies of her childhood were different. They wore HIGH heels. The kind that stuck her rear end and chest out... Thankfully, her bridesmaid nieces Mindy and Katrina had been playing dolls earlier and left a pair of pink(!) scrunchies in a pile with their Barbies and suitcases. Those girls were just the best. Tanya's sister had let them see the bride in full dress before it was time to "go on," and it had warmed her heart to see the little ones so enamored of the future prospect of marriage. Tanya was beginning to feel that young again, with all the fanciful romance of marriage coming back like a long-lost memory. It wasn't just about security, it was all about prick charming! "Prick" charming? "Prince" charming? She tried to remember which was which while pushing the scrunchies up into her hair, making two long pigtailed locks just like 6-year-old Mindy had. They felt more appropriate for a royal princess wedding. Tanya was feeling a lot better about her circumstances. If she'd had a stroke of luck finding the perfect dress by accident, and then the perfect hairstyle, maybe the perfect pair of shoes were right around the corner. Tanya dashed across the room in her stockings and exited the private suite. The hotel hall was empty. Everyone was waiting in the chapel, including good old Dennis. Wow! She was going to be MRS Dennis soon if she could only find a cool pair of high heeled shoes! Maybe even STILETTOS! Looking down the plush corridor, Tanya felt a little lost. Almost like a child again, when separated from her mother in the department store. She knew she couldn't just knock on some stranger's door, asking for shoes, right? On the other hand, this WAS her special day. People HAD to help her out, right? Tanya approached the first door she saw and knocked on it. Within a few seconds, someone answered. It was a man. He looked at her funny. He must've really liked the dress, because she noticed he had a hard-on. It was pretty big. That wasn't funny in of itself, but Tanya giggled anyway. "Hi!" she chirped. "I'm Tanya, and today's my wedding!" The man gulped and licked his lips, sizing her up and down. "No kidding" croaked the man. "Yeah! I know, right? Only the thing is, I don't have any SHOES! Can you believe it??" Tanya exclaimed, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. "Do you, like, have a wife?" "Huh?" said the man, only starting to realize this living fetish costume was speaking English to him. "Does she wear shoes? Does she have high heels?" "I'm...not married." Tanya's heart sank. The poor man! Hadn't he met the right woman yet? Had he ever even been in love? She suddenly felt very sorry for him. It wasn't fair that any man should be alone on her special day. Tanya had an idea. She walked towards the man, and he stepped backwards instinctively. Then he held still, and she continued walking into him, clasping her arms around his back and pushing her tongue into his mouth. The man's hands responded on their own, reaching around Tanya and grabbing a full handful of her rubber ass cheeks each. She felt no guilt, as she was not yet married. That made sense. She was a "bachelorette," like the one she'd watched on television. That bachelorette had a house full of men who all wanted to fuck her, and she could fuck every one of them as long as she wasn't married. That was fair. One woman in a house full of men, searching for the perfect one, just like in a fairy tale. This whole hotel is full of men, thought Tanya. And somewhere are my magic slippers. The man had swung her behind him and locked his door. She dropped to her knees and undid his pants buckle and fly, causing the man's hard-on to spring out in front of her face like a jack-in-the-box. Tanya daintily kissed the swollen purple head, and smiled up at the man. "We have to hurry. I'm getting married in less than an hour." "Jesus Christ" the man said, looking around the room as if meeting the stares of equally disbelieving friends. Tanya abruptly stood up and pointed to the man's hotel bed. "Go sit down! Go on!" The man did as he was told, like a frightened child too confused to disobey orders. "Lay down on your back!" The man did so, his erect prick sticking straight up in the cool air as he stared at the white ceiling. Before he could look back down toward the insane woman, he felt the bedsprings sink around him as his cock was enveloped in a wet spongy vise that slammed down upon him forcefully. The man looked up now and saw his mystery woman desperately impaling herself on his rigid member. Clad in her pink bridal gown, Tanya outstretched both arms and pulled at both pigtails in opposite directions. Her teeth were gritted in intense concentration on the stranger's prickmeat inside her, and her eyes were squeezed shut. The man closed his eyes too, focusing on the hot wet flesh squeezing his bare dick - "Hey wait! WAIT!!" Tanya opened her eyes and paused her bucking. "Huh?...Wha-?" "I gotta put on a condom!" Tanya giggled and resumed riding the man. "I'm not MARRIED yet, silly. Remember?" The man shrugged inside, giving up without a fight. He thrust his hips feebly upwards, which prompted Tanya to rock even faster and rougher. The intense friction set his cock on fire and nearly made him black out, and he was mentally prepared to awake from what surely had to be a dream when Tanya suddenly pumped both arms in the air and screamed as if home team had just scored the winning goal. "WHOOOHOOOO!!!!" From the moment she'd walked into his room, the man had never encountered Tanya's behavior from any other female in his entire life. This additional outburst was probably the most normal thing she'd done or said in the past five minutes. And because it was a cry of exaltation, as if his very own cock were the most thrilling roller coaster the buxom trollop had ever been on, the man lost control and quickly came deep inside her wet cunt. Tanya felt the man's warm seed shoot into her womb and spread through her insides. She felt his member pulsate and swell with each spurt. She fell forward onto the fabric of the man's shirt and breathed heavily. Tanya felt better than she'd felt in a long time. Why had it been so satisfying, making a total stranger cum inside her? For years it had been like a chore. Was it because she was getting married? Shit! She was getting married! Tanya looked down at her pink bridal gown and thought of the sperm swimming around inside her. She glanced to the man who'd been so nice to come inside her and frowned apologetically. "I gotta go, mmkay?" She kissed his cheek and rolled off the bed, making a slurping POP as she detached from his deflating prick. Their co-mingled juices dripped onto the bedspread and rolled down Tanya's legs, soaking her white stockings. Feeling the floor through the thin fabric reminded her of her mission: perfect shoes for an ab-so-LUTELY perfect day! Tanya noticed the man had gum on his dresser. It was Doublemint, and not Bubblicious, which would have been the perfect choice for reasons she couldn't quite pinpoint. She knew that she needed gum, and for a moment considered her craving the onset of pregnancy from that nice man's see. She might want a big bowl of ice cream next, but that could make her fat. At this moment she wanted only gum. She didn't ask the man if she could have some, grabbing at it so quickly as to knock it on floor. Tanya leaned over to pick it up without bending her knees, and her long legs made the gum's recovery take a long time. She unwrapped the sticks and shoved them all in her mouth one by one, bent over the entire time. Subconsciously, it pleased her to know her ass was being exposed and pointed skyward. Each stick of gum was like a potato chip or a piece of chocolate that demanded another, and she fed off the floor until there were none left. In a daze, the man watched Tanya's peach-shaped behind shift around, no longer covered by the pink dress now hiked up around her midriff. Her labia lips were also visible - swollen and ravaged in his fluids. She finally stood up and tilted her head backwards, chomping at the massive gob of gum which left her barely able to close her mouth. She turned to the man and smiled, then closed her mouth and puffed up a gigantic bubble. Tanya was surprised. She'd never been able to blow bubblegum bubbles her entire life until this moment, and now it felt as natural as breathing. When it popped, she pivoted on her heels and trotted out the door slamming it behind her. The man pulled himself upright against the bedside wall and stared at his half-hard cock, slicked with the mystery bride-to-be's secretions. The stench wafted up into his nostrils and his eyes absently followed the trail of drips Tanya's well-fucked pussy had left on his carpet. They led from the doorway to his bed, and between those two points was a pair of frilly lace panties. White panties. Attempting to reconcile what had just happened with reality, he realized could scarcely remember the woman's face. Only her pendulous pink-clad melons bouncing up and down in time with her bubble butt pressing against his ball sack stood out in his memory. Would he ever see her again? What was he supposed to do, check the panties with every woman in the hotel until he found the bubble butt that fit? Tanya's lips chewed and smacked her gum wad as she walked on her tiptoes down the hall. Until she found some heels, it felt unnatural merely to be walking flat on her feet. The sounds of her bubble blowing echoed up into the high ceiling. Passing a mirror, she realized her dress was hiked up to her hips and left her pussy exposed. She pulled it back down. Just then, the elevator doors further down the hallway slid open. A boy no younger than 18 stepped out, ogled Tanya incredulously, and turned beet red. He started to walk quickly down a connecting hallway, then sped up to a full run. By force of habit, Tanya ran to the elevator doors that were now about to close. She didn't even know where she was going, but was happy she ran close enough in time for someone inside to hold those doors open. There were two young people inside the elevator with Tanya, a young couple. The young man, Mike, had held the door open for her and was being rewarded for his trouble with the sight of a breathless wet dream. Wide eyed, breathing heavily and frantically chewing a baseball sized pink mush of chewing gum, the stacked babe's tits nearly squashed him between her and the wall behind him. Standing beside those tits was the young man's girlfriend, Nancy, a shortish and thin whisp of a thing who didn't appreciate being pushed away by the incredible body now taking up most of the narrow elevator space. Nancy had never seen such a skank outside of the red light district. The only explanation was that she'd been last night's entertainment for the bachelor party of that big wedding reception outside...and had just woken up. Shouldn't she be gone yet? If the bride saw this walking porno fantasy her groom had been ogling, she'd probably rip his balls off on the spot. Just like she felt towards her boyfriend, who was letting his eyeballs do a full cavity search of the curvaceous white-clad babe. Mike fidgeted with his pants as Tanya pushed her conical tits up into his face. "Hi! My name's Tanya! What's yours??" Mike looked to Nancy as if for approval. She shot him a glare that would stop a clock. He looked back at Tanya, whose smile was so wide it resembled a toothpaste commercial. Combined with pigtails that drooped down over her breasts, the vacancy in her dumb grin gave the impression of a loopy five year old who'd aged 20 years instantaneously. Nancy would probably have some words for Mike later, but he couldn't just ignore someone directly addressing him in an elevator. "Name's Mike" he mumbled, attempting to stare down at his shoes but unable to see past Tanya's torpedos. "What's YOUR name, little girl?" Nancy hissed with sour sarcasm from the corner of her mouth. Tanya tittered to herself, oblivious to the derision in Nancy's voice. "I'm not a little girl! My name's Tanya MacPhee, but today I'm getting married and then I'll have a whole new name!" Tanya swiveled her upper body side to side as she talked, knocking her breasts into both Mike and Nancy. Tanya noticed, but since her nipples were becoming erect again she didn't care too much. "My new name will be...uh...let's see..." Tanya trailed off, biting her lower lip and rolling her eyes. Thinking was hard. "You don't know your husband's name?" asked Mike. "You're getting MARRIED?" snorted Nancy. "Uh huh! My new name will be MRS Tanya!" Tanya bounced on her toes as if she'd just cured cancer. The whole elevator shook with her. Mike watched her jiggle. Nancy cleared her throat and began to speak, coolly and slowly so that the idiot would understand. "Well, MRS Tanya. What floor do you get off on?" "Get off?" chortled Tanya. Now it was Nancy's turn to roll her eyes. "Which FLOOR?!" Tanya stared blankly at the ugly girl, smacking the gum between her lips. "Whichever floor you want is fine, I guess!" she laughed. Nancy pushed the button for ground level and swallowed hard. Tanya was already blathering on and staring unselfconsciously at the tent in Mike's drawers. The Bride Wore Pink "When I get married, my husband's going to be SO good at helping me figure things out. He's some kind of doctor, so he'll know which neighborhood to live in and which car to drive, and what to name our kids..." Tanya heard herself describing future married life, yet it wasn't at all like the speech she'd often gave her girlfriends about busting hubby's balls when he got out of line, and eating chocolates on the couch all day. She'd never planned on having kids, but this new plan actually sounded a lot better, and she went with the flow. "...My husband is going to take care of me, and kiss me, and take me to bed at night, and stick his big dick in me, and pump me up with cum so I can have LOTS of babies! He's going to cum all over my face so I can taste his gooey sperm all day while I vacuum and dust and cook dinner...sperm will keep my face moisturized so I can look pretty when he comes home, and he'll be so happy to see me he'll push me down and fuck me on the doorstep!" Tanya looked at the couple expectantly, awaiting enthusiastic fawning. Nancy's jaw was hanging wide open. Tanya imagined it might look better with a nice fat cock in it, Mike's cock. HIS jaw was open too, and his erected pressed into her harder than ever. How impolite of her to put him in such a state, when his prudish girlfriend obviously wasn't about to do ANYTHING about it! "Ooops!" Tanya sheepishly exclaimed. "Did I make someone 'uncomfortable'? Here, let me handle that for you!" Tanya gracefully fell to her knees and began to unzip Mike's fly. "Going down!" she chuckled to herself. Before the stalk of meat revealed itself to her through Mike's boxers, Tanya felt sharp pain in the side of her head and fell to the floor. Nancy had let loose her mounting rage with the infantile seductress of her man through a vicious kick against Tanya's head. It knocked the gum right out of her mouth in a pool of saliva. Tanya's vision became a starry expanse of flickering lights as she convulsed at Mike and Nancy's feet. They were screaming at each other, and as her hearing and vision faded in and out she still caught snippets of what they were saying: "...Can't believe......psycho....poor girl...." "...........Your fucking pants.....slut....deserved....." "Look at her...........get sued...." Despite her dizziness and the throbbing in her skull, Tanya didn't really feel upset. She was surprised to discover that being hurt physically made her pussy throb as well. Had it been Mike who kicked her, she'd want to suck his dick more than ever. He could slap her around all day and she wouldn't mind. Maybe a few well laid punches to her face, before fucking it. Swollen cheeks would be great for giving head. That shoe had been awful pointy when it drove into her skull. Could they be -? YES! The skinny girl was wearing HEELS! Tanya stumbled forward onto Nancy's feet, pulling weakly at the 4-inch pumps. Nancy tried to kick her away without hurting her any further, but there was no way Tanya was leaving this big metal box without those shoes! She had a wedding to get to! ".........Fuck is she doing now..." ".........Brain damaged....." "...Don't hurt her again...." " Just give them.........out of here, fast....." Tanya began to whine, since that usually worked when she needed something...from men, at least. "Pleeeeaase can I have these, mommy? They're so pretty...I need them, mommy!" Her pleading must have done the trick because the skinny lady took off her shoes just as the metal box doors opened. Before Tanya could thank the couple by letting Mike cum in her mouth, he and Nancy were running, Nancy in her bare feet. Mike was dragged behind, and with his fly still open! They were both bright red with embarrassment and panic. Oh well. Tanya giggled as she sat on the elevator floor and strapped the high heeled shoes on. NOW who was shoeless and stupid? Meanwhile... Jerry listened to the ocean waves crash ashore. He flicked his cigarette butt into the sand and reached into his shirt pocket for another, hoping the sea breeze would keep the smell off his good formal suit. Mom would kill him if she knew he smoked. At least his clothes were cleaner than cousin Tanya's. Man, what was he thinking? Jerry's longtime cousin lust had almost been a lifelong secret until earlier today. The way he'd liquored himself up and hit on her just before the wedding wouldn't leave much room for interpretation amongst the family as to whether or not he was sick in the head. First, Tanya would explain how he'd stained her dress. Then they'd ask what Jerry was doing in her dressing chamber with alcohol. His goose was cooked. At the end of this next cig he'd have to walk back down the shoreline and find his seat under the canopy on the bride's side of the aisle. Then at the after party, word would spread. He'd suffer strange looks from one relative, then another, and another...And then wham, mandatory therapy ordered by mom and dad. Or they'd just shun him the rest of his life. If only he weren't so shy, maybe he could've tried the awkward flirtations WITHOUT the aid of a martini. Maybe then he and Tanya could both forget the whole thing, without that Monica Lewinsky moment. Inhaling a long drag from the next menthol, Jerry squinted through the bright midday sun at the hotel on the hill, the scene of the crime. Beneath the spread of the beautiful old building was a mobile speck. The speck was coming closer and growing larger. It didn't come closer in a straight line, but was drifting from side to side with sudden starts and stops. Jerry's cigarette drooped in his lips. It was a naked woman - no, not naked, just scantily dressed. A babe, in fact. And in PINK, yet. Long Yellow pigtails whipped around her shoulders in the tidal winds. The skintight mini-dress wrapped around her bouncing breasts and swaying hips so tightly that in the glare of sun, it melded with the rest of her and was virtually invisible. Jerry stood paralyzed. The moment was too surreal for him to be aroused. He was more curious as to why the woman walking across the beach in 4-inch heels, making each step a wobbly and undignified struggle not to fall flat on her face. She was probably drunk, but what was she doing out here? Looking for a place to puke? She must be seriously smashed to be walking around outside in THAT. As Jerry finished his thought, the Blonde's pointed shoes finally dug too deeply into the sand and she hit the ground like a circus clown. Jerry couldn't help but laugh. Her legs were kicking helplessly in the air behind her like a Rockette wind-up toy. She was probably going to suffocate if he didn't do something. Why didn't she just roll over? Jerry threw his cigarette into the ocean and ran to her. The Blonde coughs and sputters became more audible as Jerry got closer. He felt guilty he had laughed moments before, but the situation was so absurd. Even now as he came to her aide, the facts felt as illogical as a dream. Jerry grabbed the woman's shoulders and pulled her head up from the beach like an ostrich. She grabbed his legs for support, barely able to sit upright, and looked up to him with a smile of recognition. "Hey, honey! Hey, Jerry-bear!" she wheezed. Jerry's blood froze. This was not right. Not at all. He immediately looked across the beach in all directions. Good, still no one around. His eyes refocused on Tanya, his ball-busting babe cousin, who was for reasons unknown now completely and utterly out of it. Something was definitely wrong. Jerry dropped to his knees, shook Tanya's shoulders and shouted in her face. "Hey. Hey, Tanya!" She smiled dopily. "Hey! What are you doing out here?" "Tanya, are you...are you drunk?" She giggled. "Nahhh! I'm just a little lost. I'll bet that wedding of mine is starting any minute..." Jerry checked his watch. "Yeah, about ten minutes. What...what happened? I mean, from the time I saw you?" Tanya stared blankly and cocked her head to one side. "Huh?" "Do you remember, I, uh, accidentally got your dress dirty?" "Oooh! Oh yeah! Oh, it's a good thing you DID, Jerry! I found a new dress, see?" Jerry ogled his cousin's nearly-naked proportions, reflecting shiny hot pink in the sun. Her tits seemed even bigger than usual, or maybe they were just getting more exposure than ever before. Her luscious legs were spread wide apart and the lycra of her new dress revealed the camel toe outline of her vagina. Her ass was as firm and round as a basketball. Tanya could feel her younger cousin's eyes running all over her. It made her feel kind of sexy, knowing that even family members found her fuckable in this mini-dress hugging her big boobs. "Hey Jerry boy, don't wear yourself out! Your eyes are gonna pop out of your head!" Jerry had an out-of-body experience. Either Tanya was messing with his head, or she had completely lost her marbles. He didn't know which way was up. Anything was better than this uncertain insanity. He could be in even bigger trouble than he'd thought, if anyone found them like this. Jerry drew back an open hand. "SNAP OUT OF IT!!" He slapped Tanya hard across the face. She fell to one side, and Jerry prepared himself for the sobering rage that was sure to follow. It didn't. Instead Tanya pulled herself up, still smiles and sunshine, still giggling like a moron. "Aww, how'd you know I like the rough stuff?" Jerry felt rage bubbling up from deep in his guts. Okay, fine, he thought. You were a fucking bitch, now you're a stupid slut. You think that's funny? Jerry wanted to hit her again. He also still wanted to fuck her. The part of his brain that convinced him not to think, to try his come-on in Tanya's boudoir, was acting up again. Mixing with the rage that swelled in his temples. Why shouldn't he take a chance right now? Whatever was wrong with her, he'd be crazy not to take advantage of it. The sound left Jerry's ears for a moment as blood flowed through his head. He began to unzip his fly. If nothing else, the sight of his bare cock might be the only thing to shock or disgust his cousin out of this stupor. As Jerry half-hoped, the opposite effect occurred. Tanya's eyes widened in awe at Jerry's meat. It was possibly the biggest she'd ever seen. "Ooohhh. I like your dick, Jerry." Jerry's dick twitched. "It's like, big! Seriously! I shouldn't be so mean to you so much, when you've got a big dick like that." Jerry looked around for people once again as he felt the ocean wind on his member. The moment of truth was here. He stared Tanya straight in the eyes and spoke in his lowest octave, quavering at first, but finding the crazy bravery within himself. "Oh y-yeah? Why don't you suck it?" Tanya giggled. "I guess that's okay. We're cousins, but I'm not, like, married YET, right?" She extended a hand and began fondling him, expanding his size to full length. Jerry drew a sharp intake of breath as he felt her manicured nails gently scratch the underside. "I read this article in Cosmo," Tanya rambled, "That guys are, like, twenty or thirty or forty percent less likely to get blowjobs after they get married. Isn't that sad? It's like, you gotta get all your blowjobs in when you're young, right? And I probably won't get to suck my husband's dick as much as other guys..." Time was running short. Jerry put both hands behind Tanya's head and drew her closer. "OOH!" squealed Tanya. Her open mouth squashed against Jerry's crotch. It was a start. Further than he'd ever thought he'd be. Not letting go of her skull, Jerry shifted his pelvis down and forwards, dragging his penis head over her nose and the left side of her face until it found it's way into the jackpot of her warm wet face hole. Tanya hadn't closed the suction around his shaft for more than a couple seconds before pushing it out with her tongue. Jerry momentarily panicked that she had snapped out of it too late, and that his family stigma was about to become a rape charge. But Tanya merely looked up to her newly-hunky young cousin with batting eyelashes and a concerned tone in her voice. "Hey stud, that wedding of mine is happening any minute! You'd better do me quick, right? How about you use my handlebars, hmmm?" "H-handlebars?" said Jerry as his hands fell to his sides. "Handlebars!" Tanya's eyes darted to the left corner, and the right. She shook her head from side to side, and her fat Blonde pigtails bounced around like bicycle streamers. Jerry got it. His hands sprung back around her Tanya's head and gripped hard into her hair extremities. He plunged himself back inside and bucked into her throat furiously. Tanya gagged around his girth. It was like trying to swallow a pepperoni sausage in one bite. The lack of oxygen made her gasp and constrict the entrance to her windpipe, but Jerry's cockhead had no trouble ramming through that. The bugeyed look on her face was absolutely priceless. Jerry wished the wedding photographer could be here with the bride now. He was feeling something akin to temporary insanity with this new power. Jerry felt so good humiliating her as he got his rocks off. The thrill of the sexually unthinkable was almost nothing compared to the raw power he felt over this once haughty ice queen. He was slamming her face in like a piston and it felt like the tightest, wettest pussy of his life. He was coming already. The wad shot down her choking throat, triggering her esophageal reflex and backing up Jerry's seed straight out her nose, mixed with snot. On the second and third spurts Jerry half expected it to shoot out her ears. Still refusing to release her pigtails, he withdrew himself from Tanya's puffy lips with a palpable pop, smearing lipstick across his deflated member. He took a deep breath, staring down at her and admiring the Jackson Pollock painting her features had become, adorned by a disarrayed bimbo hair. Jerry pulled back at the handlebars, forcing Tanya's neck to crane upwards so their eyes would meet. She could barely speak and was seeing glittering stars in a halo around cousin Jerry's rugged good looks. Smiling wearily, she sought his approval. It felt diving to have been his personal toilet. Seeing this contentment in abuse made Jerry grow again. This was not real. He had died and gone to heaven. Tanya felt the elongating meat stick brush against her lips and cheek. She licked at it quickly and eagerly, like a dog with an ice popsicle. Jerry grinned and dropped her hair from his fists, then drew his right hand back with an open palm that quickly came forward in a squeezing shove that threw Tanya to the ground by her face. Undoing his belt buckle, Jerry stood up and walked atop her body, sandy shoes pressing into her hips and torso. "Like, ouch! Heeheehee." Jerry stood with his feet on either side of her head, facing her feet, and half-squatting as if about to take a dump. "Tilt your head back, slut" Tanya gladly did as she was told, and opened her mouth in anticipation of whatever may come. Jerry laid flat upon the ground and inserted himself down her throat once more, into a 69. Being shorter than his older cousin, Jerry's head only rested midway on her hourglass torso. That was all right by him. His face nuzzled into the hot pink lycra like a baby's blanket, and began to hump Tanya's head like a hole in the ground. Lewd slurping noises were drowned out by the ocean roar. Jerry was surprised to see Tanya's lovely legs in front of him treading the air once more, this time in helpless ecstasy rather than sheer helplessness. Face glazed in makeup and semen, uterus and stomach full of different men's spunk, and hot young family boy meat pistoning inside her, Tanya had a waking dream. In this dream, she'd made it to the church on time. Sea air filled the pulpit. Sunlight poured through the painted glass windows. The bride and groom's families were dressed nicely and seated neatly in the pews. They smiled for Tanya on her special day as she walked down the aisle, flowers in hand, to her big handsome man waiting in tuxedo beside the kindly old priest. No one cared that she wore a tiny form-hugging low-cut neon pink dress, or that her hair has in girlish pigtails, or that the spiked heels click-clacked along the floor made her walk like a street prostitute. And when the preacher delivered his sermon, the big hunk she was about to get an expensive ring from smiled right at her. All she could think about was the thousands of meals she'd cook HIM, the dozens of children she'd bear HIM, and every centimeter of HIS cock that she'd worship for the rest of her life. Wouldn't you know it, though? When the priest asked the congregation if there was any reason these two should not be joined in holy matrimony, someone spoke. It was her aunt Wendy, that uptight frigid bitch, mother of her way cooler cousin, Jerry. "This woman raped my son! She's a depraved BIMBO! Don't you see how she's DRESSED?" Tanya just rolled her eyes. "Um, take a chill pill, Wendy. That's, like, MRS bimbo to you."