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The Failed Wedding

By: TxRad



"What do you mean he ran off with Karen? She's my fucking Maid of Honor," Betty yelled hysterically. "The wedding is in an hour."

"Uh, I saw them getting into the limo about nine this morning and driving off," Betty's mom said softly, trying to stay calm herself. "They haven't come back and the limo service said the car was back on their lot after dropping the couple off at the airport."

Betty staggered back and sat down hard on the bed. "I'll kill both of them."

"Now dear...."

"Fuck you! Fuck you and the rest of this one horse, petty little town. I should have followed my instincts and left right after high school but no, I had to hang around waiting for the only decent guy in town to ask me to marry him. That sure worked out great."

"But dear...."

Betty gave her mother a hard look, which shut her up. "Go tell everyone there won't be a wedding today or ever as far as I'm concerned." 

As her mother started to turn toward the door, Betty said coldly, "No, wait. I want to do it."

"Don't be rash," her mother cautioned. "You're upset now but that will pass, so don't do anything you'll regret."

"The only thing I regret is wasting three years on an asshole and trusting someone like she was a sister," Betty whispered as she stood up. Kicking her high heels violently across the room she added, "Now it's my turn to fuck over some people."

"Now wait a minute..." Her mother started to say.

Betty laughed and hiked her wedding dress up above her knees. White stockings encased her legs. She took three steps to the door and looked around at her mother, with fire in her eyes.

Her mother scrambled to open the door and Betty calmly walked out into the hall. She was calm on the outside but rage burned deep inside. Rage at being made a fool of and rage at herself for not seeing it coming.

Karen was a slut and had always been a slut, so why did it surprise Betty that she had stolen the only good man in town and on the day of the wedding. As for Brad, he was a hunk and headed places but he was too easy going and controllable. 

Betty frowned. He was so easy going and controllable that he had bolted with the first bitch in heat that came to hand when the chips were down. So much for knowing people your whole life. They still surprised you in the end with the things they did.

A door opened and Betty's dad step out into the hall. 

"Where are you going?" He asked with a smile. "You aren't getting cold feet are you?"

Betty stopped and looked at him hard. "Where is Brad?"

"Uh, he had an errand to run. Why do you ask?"

Betty looked over her shoulder at her mother. "Mom can fill you in," she said as she continued down the hall.

*****

The organist started to play the wedding march but stopped in mid note as it dawned on her that the bride was barefooted and had her dress hiked up to mid thigh. The dark glare that Betty was giving her was a second clue that something was wrong.

Betty marched down toward the front of the church, her eyes locked dead ahead. The brides maids were there, the best man was there but Brad and Karen were not there. Her eyes locked onto Glen, the best man and Brad's younger brother. A grin came to her lips as she came up with a plan for both revenge and self-gratification all in one person.

She mounted the three steps to join the rest of the bridal party. Turning, she looked out over the hundred or so guests. A hush descended over the crowd. Suddenly Betty felt embarrassed and at a lose for words. She turned and took two steps over to where Glen stood with her back to the crowd.

Hiking her dress up even higher, she gave Glen a good view as to what she wore under her wedding dress, thigh high stockings and a garter on her right upper thigh. Glen's eyes dropped to what she was showing and his mouth dropped open.

She leaned close and asked, "Feel like getting your brains fucked out?"

"Uh..." was his witty shocked reply.

"I'll take that as a yes," Betty said as she dropped the front of her dress and turned toward the people who had come to her wedding.

In a loud steady voice she said, "There will not be a wedding today. It seems the groom has eloped with the Maid of Honor. As for me, I'm out of here also. I have plans for the rest of the weekend."

"I'll get the car," Betty's dad said from the back of the church.

"No need for that, I already have a ride, right Glen," Betty said looking over her shoulder.

"Uh, uh, yeah," Glen said softly.

Betty stuck out her arm and said, "Shall we go?"

Glen seemed to shiver and then he finally moved forward to take Betty's arm. Together they walked down the steps and up the aisle toward the exit. 

As they passed Betty's father, he asked, "Where are you going?"

Without pausing, Betty replied, "To do the same thing the groom is going to do."

"What?"

Betty stopped at the door to the church and turned toward her father. She smiled at him and then said, "Since Brad took Karen on my honeymoon, I'm taking Glen somewhere and fucking his brains out. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Uh...." Her father said with a shocked look on his face.

"Now that we have that settled," Betty said with a grin as she turned and opened the door. Looking at Glen, she said, "Shall we."

For the first time Glen smiled and led the way out of the church.

*****

As Glen helped her up into his truck, Betty realized that she didn't have a change of clothing, shoes, her purse, her ID, or money for that matter. As she settled in the seat, she whispered, "Fuck it."

Glen got in the truck on the drivers side and closed the door. He paused with the key in the ignition. Looking over at Betty, he asked, "Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

Betty frowned. "I had intended to get married, eat a little cake, drink some champagne, get on a cruise ship, and spend four days and three nights getting my brains fucked out. As it is, there is no wedding, fuck the cake and champagne, and Brad and Karen are on the cruise ship. So, what's left?"

"Uh, I could take you home."

Betty's frown grew deeper. "Are you gay or something?"

"Well no, but...."

Betty blew out a deep breath and whispered, "Well fuck, you're worse than your brother." Opening the truck door, she asked, "Does anyone in your family have balls besides your mother?"

Glen said, "Huh?"

Betty laughed and got out of the truck, slamming the door as hard as she could. Shaking her head at her luck with men, she started walking down the sidewalk.

She hadn't gone a dozen steps when she heard a motorcycle start up behind her. She glanced over her shoulder but didn't see the bike. The sound came from behind the car next to Glen's truck. With a shrug, she looked back forward and continued to walk.

The sound of the motorcycle grew louder and then it revved up and backfired right behind her. Betty jump to the side quickly and whirled around. The bike slowly rolled to a stop in front of her. 

The guy on the motorcycle looked familiar but from where Betty could not remember. He was big and somewhat handsome in a rugged outdoorsy way. The bandana on his head and the black leather jacket he wore gave him a sinister look.

"Who are you and what do you want?" Betty asked sharply.

"I'm the set of balls you ordered and I'm going to spend the next three days fucking you every way imaginable. That is, if you get on the back of this bike."

"I, uh, I..." Betty stammered.

The guy grinned and shook his head. "No balls in your family either, I take it."

"Fuck you!" Betty yelled.

Still grinning the guy replied, "That was the plan, now get your ass on the bike. You've got about three seconds to make up your mind. One.... Two.... Three...."

When Betty didn't move, the guy looked forward, eased the throttle up and started to let out the clutch. As the motorcycle started to roll, Betty yelled, "Wait!"

The motorcycle stopped and the guy looked around at Betty expectantly.

"What's your name?"

"Frank, Frank York."

"Brad works with you."

"No, Brad works for me. I own the company. Are you getting on or am I leaving?"

"I can't ride that with this dress."

"Gather it up, come around to the left side and step across. I'll guide your foot to the peg. Then just use my shoulder for balance to get on. The left foot goes on the peg on that side."

Betty followed his direction and awkwardly ended up sitting on the seat behind Frank. The wedding dress with its full skirt and stiff petty coat made a wad in her lap. She was still trying to get it adjusted when Frank let out the clutch and hammered the gas. 

"Hang onto me," Frank yelled over the roar of the engine as Betty gave a shriek as she slid back against the sissy bar.

Betty grabbed a hold of Frank around his waist and wiggled herself forward against him. She heard Frank laugh as they jump off the curb into the street. She wondered just how big of a mistake she had made by getting on this motorcycle as they roared off down the street.

*****

Four turns, three stop signs, and two red lights later, they turned into an apartment complex. At the very end of the driveway, Frank stopped and backed into a covered carport. When he shut off the motor, he said, "You can get off now."

Betty groaned and dismounted as awkwardly as she had gotten on. "Where are we?"

"My place or at least the place I use when I'm in town," Frank said as he got off the bike.

Betty had to look up, way up to see the big man's face. He was huge, even bigger looking standing up than when he was on the bike. "Holy shit," Betty whispered with a little fear in her voice.

"Is there a problem?" Frank asked with a grin.

"Uh.... Well, uh.... You're a big guy."

"So I've been told a time or two."

"I'm not sure this is such a good idea," Betty whispered softly. She was having second thoughts now that her temper had cooled off and she had time to think. Not to mention, she was a little scared now that she was alone with this big guy.

Frank nodded. "Cold feet on the sex now that you've cooled off. Decisions made in the heat of the moment are never good."

"Uh, well, yes and no." she replied as she noted how close what he said mirrored what she thought. "You're a reasonable guy and you understand, right."

With a grin and then a wild laugh, Frank bent suddenly and tossed Betty over his shoulder. She gave a loud grunt and struggled, kicking her legs and hitting him on the back. "Put me down!" His big hand landed solidly on her ass with a popping sound. 

"Hey, that hurt," Betty yelled, only to be smacked on the ass a second and third time.

"Then be still while I carry you up stairs. This was supposed to be your wedding night, right."

"Yeah, but...." Betty was cut off by his hand landing solidly on her ass again.

"Damn it!" Betty yelled even louder but no blow landed. "Put me down!"

"You sure are bossy for someone who is so short and tiny."

Betty hammered on his back as hard as she could with her fists.

"A little lower and to the left. I love a nice gentle massage," Frank said with a laugh as he started up the stairs.

"Put me down!" Betty yelled and struggled even harder than before. That was the wrong thing to do as she found herself flipped over and spun around. The next thing she knew, he was sitting on the steps with her draped over his left thigh. His right leg was across her calves and her dress was up over her head.

As his hand gently caressed her bare ass cheeks he growled, "The next yell will get you a spanking right here and right now."

"You wouldn't dare!" Betty said but she did keep her voice down. Deep down inside she knew he would dare.

Frank chuckled and patted her ass. "You invited yourself to this party. Now, we can do this the easy way or the rough way. Myself, I like the rough way but it's your choice. We can go on up to my place, sit around, have a few drinks and mellow out, get to know each other. Or...." He patted her ass a little harder.

Before Betty could say anything, she heard footsteps on the stairs above her. She twisted under Frank's arm and saw a man coming down the stairs toward them. Frank's hand caressing her bare ass made her struggle.

As Frank's hand landed solidly on bare skin, Betty jerked hard and lay still. Frank turned his head and smiled at the guy above him. "Hello Gary, how's it going?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing," the guy answered with a grin, his eyes on the bare ass in Frank's lap.

Frank chuckled and caressed Betty's ass. "I found this bride and we were having a, uh, family discussion, if you understand what I mean."

"Yeah, I understand that you mean to have the last word, if that pink handprint is any indication."

"As a matter of fact, I was just explaining that to the young lady when you showed up."

"Uh, huh. Well, in that case, I'll be on my way so you two can get back to your discussion," Greg said as he stepped around Frank. He paused once he was passed and looked down at Betty's bare ass. "Not to be crude or anything but that is one fine ass."

Frank nodded and replied, "My exact thoughts." He patted Betty lightly and then added, "It's going to be one hot stinging red ass if the young lady doesn't calm down."

Greg chuckled and turned to head on down the stairs. "Ya'll have fun, now."

Betty started to yell help but only the, "Hel..." part got out of her mouth before Frank's hand landed with a solid stinging blow to her right ass cheek that took her breath away.

"That's going to leave a mark," Greg said with a laugh from the bottom of the stairs.

Frank chuckled and nodded in Greg's direction as he said to Betty, "He's right, there is a solid red hand print on your ass cheek. If you want more just yell again."

Betty groaned deep in her chest and wiggled in frustration. 

"Now, which will it be, the easy way or the hard way?" Frank asked as he caressed her ass gently.

"Easy," Betty said softly as all the fight went out of her.

Frank sighed deeply and then chuckled. "I was hoping you had more fight in you than that," he said as he stood up.

Betty found herself in his arms as if she were a small child as he continued to carry her up stairs. "That guy saw my naked ass," she whispered. The thought had been floating around in the back of her mind but the hard slap on her ass had made her forget until now.

"You should have behaved or at least wore panties."

Betty shivered and replied, "I had planned on a honeymoon, not a spanking on a stairway."

"Plans do change quickly sometimes," Frank said with a grin as he stopped in front of a door. "Grab my neck and hold on tight while I unlock the door."

Betty grabbed his neck as he let go of her with his left arm. She heard keys rattle and then the door opened and Frank carried her inside. He kicked the door closed with his foot as he lowered her feet to the carpet.

"Welcome to my place," he said softly as he straightened up.

Betty looked around expecting the typical badass motorcycle rider's bachelor pad with junk furniture and scattered beer cans. What she found was something out of a fancy modern uptown magazine. A leather sectional against the corner by the window, two deep swivel chairs also in leather, chrome and glass coffee and end tables. Deep pile carpet and silk drapes.

"Not what you expected, right."

"Uh, no. Not at all what I expected," Betty said as her eyes hit on little details of color and style. The kitchen was across a wide marble counter and neat as a pen. Stainless steel appliances and deep dark hardwood cabinets pulled her eyes one way and then another.

"You have good tastes if you decorated this place yourself," she finally added.

"Decorated, designed, built, and own, the whole apartment complex that is." Frank replied as he took off his leather jacket.

"Huh?" Betty said turning toward the big man behind her.

"I own the construction company Brad worked for, remember. I also build stuff for myself, although most of it is office space. This is my first try at apartments and condominiums. I like to think I did a pretty fair job."

"Worked? You said worked. Does that mean you're going to fire him?"

Frank chuckled. "If the guy is dumb enough to leave you at the alter then he's too dumb to work for me. Although I do have to admit that I don't know the young lady he ran off with."

"She's a slut and always has been," Betty said without thinking, her temper flaring up again.

"Now, that's more what I had expected out of a lady with hair as red as yours," Frank said with a laugh.

Betty looked up at him as her hand found the sore spot on her right ass cheek. "I've never been spanked before, bare assed or otherwise," she said pointedly.

"Maybe that's part of your problem. That and you seem to like weak milk toast guys. I knew it wouldn't work with you and Brad the first time I saw the two of you together. You have fire and he has no spine."

"Where did you see us? I don't remember you."

"The company picnic, two years ago, the one at the park out by the lake. I was the guy driving the speedboat all day and towing skiers until dark. The guy with the big hat, sunglasses, and lots of sunscreen."

"Brad didn't tell me there was a lake and we could water ski. So, I didn't bring my bathing suit. He knows I love to water ski."

"I saw you watching the boat and skiers all day and wondered why you didn't come down. Now I know."

Betty laughed. "I contemplated trying to ski in that yellow sundress but figured it might not work so well."

"Were you wearing panties that day?" Frank asked with a grin.

Betty looked away as she felt her face getting warm. "Uh, no. No, I wasn't as a matter of fact. No bra either, come to think of it."

"Would you like a beer or maybe you would prefer something stronger considering how your day has gone." Frank asked.

"A beer would be fine. I just wish I had grabbed a change of clothes on the way out of the church."

As Frank rounded the counter in the kitchen he said, "At the time, I don't think you had wearing clothes on your mind. I think it was more getting down and dirty naked with Brad's brother."

"That was a bad idea, a very bad idea but my temper was up and I wasn't thinking straight," Betty said as she walked over to the counter and leaned on her elbows, resting her chin on her palms.

Frank turned with two cold beers in his hand and stopped. His eyes were on the top of Betty's dress where the front had fallen open with the way she was leaning forward. He stared openly, not even trying to hide where he was looking.

Betty started to straighten up but didn't. For some reason his open and unapologetic stare made her shiver. She could feel her nipples harden under his gaze. She was suddenly very aware of them rubbing on the course inner fabric of her wedding dress as she breathed in and out.

After a moment, Frank continued over to the counter and handed Betty a beer. "Nice ass, nice breasts, it'll be interesting to see what the whole package looks like without that dress."

Betty downed a large gulp of beer and sat the bottle down on the counter. "And what makes you think you'll ever see the whole package as you called it?"

Frank shrugged and sipped his beer. "I have confidence in myself and time is on my side," he said as he sat his beer down next to hers.

"I could walk out that door and leave."

"Yeah, you could but it's a long walk barefooted back to the church and I figure everyone's left there already. You don't have any money, so a cab is out of the question. You could call someone to come get you but you don't have your phone with you."

Betty picked up her beer and sipped it as she eyed the man across the counter from her. After a few sips she said, "I could ask you to take me home."

Frank nodded. "That might work but you'd have to ride on the back of the bike again."

"Yeah, there is that," Betty replied thoughtfully.


The Failed Wedding



"Or we could take my truck," Frank said with a grin.

"Uh, huh," Betty said and then sipped her beer. After a moment of silence, she asked, "Are you trying to get rid of me now that I've come to my senses and decided not to spend the next three days having sex?"

"Nope." Frank replied with a grin. "All I'd have to do to change your mind about the sex is mention the fact that your groom and maid of honor are on a love boat right now doing just that, making love every which way they can."

Betty growled and said, "Asshole!"

"Yeah, I can be when I want to be but right now ain't one of those times. Right now, it's time to drink a few beers and mellow out. Tomorrow will be another day and soon enough to worry about the future or the past."

Betty grinned. "Are you planning to get me drunk and take advantage of me?"

"Only if you want me too."

Betty laughed in spite of herself.

They finished that beer and half of another in silence. Their eyes were the only contact between them until Betty asked, "Where is your bathroom?"

"Down the hall and to the left."

Betty sat her beer down and followed his directions. In the hall, she realized that he was following her. She opened the bathroom door and said, "I don't really need any help, thank you."

"I wasn't offering any. I'm going to my room to get out of these monkey clothes I only wear to funerals and weddings."

"Oh," Betty whispered as she entered the bathroom and closed the door. She heard Frank laugh as he went on down the hall.

She raised the commode lid, hiked up her dress, and started to sit down. Changing her mind and curious, she turned and backed up to a full length wall mirror. The outline of a perfect hand print covered most of her right ass cheek. She shivered for a second and then returned to the commode to pee.

"The guy was right, it did leave a mark," she whispered to herself. She wasn't sure if the accompanying shiver was from the thought of being marked or from peeing.

When she used several folded sheets of toilet paper to pat herself dry, she realized that her clit was sticking up above the folds of her inner lips. It shouldn't have been that way after all that had went on but....

Betty bit her lower lip gently as a finger explored her clit, rolling it around several times. The soft murmur of pleasure that crossed her lips and the shuttering jerk of her hips told her just how turned on she was. Little jolts of electric energy made her stomach muscles twitch.

She jerked her hand away from her sex and stood up quickly. "I'm not going to go there," she told herself firmly.

Flushing the commode, she went to wash her hands. She studied herself in the mirror as she did. Her hair was a mess from the wind on the bike. Her eye makeup was a mess from her eyes watering when Frank had spanked her ass that last time.

With a sigh, she looked in the medicine cabinet for a comb or a brush. Nothing there, so she looked in the linen closet. There was a comb and a brush. She also got a washcloth. She washed her face twice to get off as much of the makeup as possible. With her hair combed and brushed, she felt like a new woman.

Looking in the mirror, she grinned. "Things sure went to hell in a heartbeat, didn't it?" she said aloud.

With a sigh, she laid the brush and comb on the vanity and hung up the damp washrag. "There's always tomorrow," she whispered as she turned toward the door.

She paused with her hand on the knob and then turned to sit back on the commode. She lifted her dress and removed her stockings and the garter. She looked at the garter and frowned. Brad was supposed to take it off her thigh and see she was naked under her dress. That was supposed to turn him on and get him ready for the honeymoon. 

"Well, that was the plan anyway," She whispered to herself as she rolled the garter up in the stockings. She left them on the vanity next to the sink. No need to ruin a good pair of stockings.

*****

Frank was relaxed on the couch when Betty returned to the living room. He had his bare feet up on the coffee table, his legs bare to mid thigh. The soft dark blue shorts he wore were baggy and comfortable looking. The light gray t-shirt was also loose fitting.

"I'm glad one of us has a change of clothes," she said with a grin.

"I'd loan you a pair of my shorts but you would have to wear a belt or suspenders with them. One of my t-shirts might work for a dress."

"Out of one dress and into another," Betty said with a roll of her eyes. "Ok, where do I find a t-shirt?"

"Second draw from the bottom in the dresser in my bedroom."

Betty turned back toward the hall. At the kitchen counter she stopped and asked, "Any more beer?"

"Plenty so help yourself. Consider my place, your place."

Betty went to the fridge and got another beer. Opening it, she took a long pull and then tossed the cap in the trashcan under the counter. "Getting drunk might be just the thing," she said as she headed down the hall to find a t-shirt.

A massive four poster bed with a wood framed canopy dominated the master bedroom. A large wingback chair was in one corner and a long low dresser with a three piece mirror was against the wall opposite the bed. A sliding glass door led out to a walled patio.

"Nice place," she muttered as she opened the second draw from the bottom on the right hand side of the dresser. Underwear and socks. With a frown, she opened the drawer next to it. It took her brain a few seconds to sort out what she was seeing.

"Holy shit!" she whispered as her eyes took in the handcuffs, leather cuffs, rope, straps, paddles, and floggers. "That's some toy drawer," she muttered as she slowly closed it.

The second drawer on the left held neatly folded t-shirts and shorts. Betty looked through the t-shirts and pulled out a black one. Slipping off the wedding dress, she tossed it on the chair in the corner. She shivered slightly as her hands ran over her breasts and nipples, her eyes watching her hands in the three mirrors.

With a quivering sigh, she picked up the t-shirt and slipped it on over her head. She grinned at herself in the mirror as the hem of the shirt reached below her knees and she could wrap the shirt around herself half again. 

"Yeah, he's a big boy," she whispered as a shiver ran up and down her spine as thoughts of what was in the middle drawer came back to mind. "A kinky big boy with lots of kinky toys." She giggled at that and then sobered as she remembered the handprint on her ass. She picked up her beer bottle and drained half of it.

Turning suddenly, she headed for the living room with long strides. Rounding the corner into the living room, she stopped and said, "I think I need to go home now."

Frank looked up at her with a questioning look on his face. That look suddenly became a grin. "Ah, you looked in the middle drawer."

"Uh, yeah, I did and there's some kinky stuff in there."

With a laugh, Frank sat up. "My ex wife was a kinky bitch so it follows that she would have kinky stuff."

"Since I haven't seen anything even remotely feminine around, I have to ask why she didn't take her kinky stuff with her?"

Frank chuckled and leaned back on the couch. "It was my one fit of revenge for her cheating ways. I kept the kinky bitch's kinky shit." He took a swallow of his beer. "Just call it a gesture, a one finger salute type thing on my part."

Betty took a swallow of beer as she thought about what he had said. After a moment and another swallow, she asked, "She liked handcuffs and spankings with paddles?"

"She loved being tied up or tied down in any way, shape, or form. She loved to be spanked with anything and everything, anytime and anyplace and she had the ass for it believe me."

"And you liked doing it to her?"

"Anytime and anyplace. Spankings also," he answered with a grin. Sobering he went on, "Sex wasn't our problem. Her not being able to keep her legs closed with other guys was our problem or at least my problem. She was fine with it."

"That sounds like Karen, although I'm not sure about the spanking part in her case."

Frank nodded. "Brad's going to be a very unlucky man in the not too distant future."

Betty had finished her beer. She turned toward the kitchen. "Want another beer?"

"Sure, why not. Since you seem to be on your way to getting shit faced, you'll need a little company along the way."

Betty laughed as she opened two fresh beers. "I'm that obvious, huh."

"Been there, done that, and you're wearing the t-shirt," Frank replied with a chuckle.

Betty walked over to the couch, handed Frank a beer, sat down and tried to prop her feet up next to his. Her feet lacked a foot reaching the edge of the coffee table. Turning slightly, she propped her feet up on his thigh. 

She downed a swallow of beer and sighed. "I can't help it if the city built the sidewalks to close to my ass."

Frank took a swallow of beer and replied, "And a mighty fine ass it is, I might add."

"Thank you but next time try and not leave marks," Betty said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

Frank looked at her for a second and then asked, "Next time? As in, you want another spanking?"

"I didn't say that."

"Uh, yes you did, as a matter of fact. Anyway, if marks aren't left, then how would you know how much you enjoyed it later on?"

Betty looked at the big man sitting down the couch from her and frowned. "I didn't enjoy it the first time so why should a second time be any different?"

Frank's smile became a grin. "You enjoyed it, only you haven't fully realized it yet."

Betty's mind went back to the bathroom, her swollen clit and very damp sex. Had she enjoyed the spanking or was it the fact that someone, a total stranger, had been staring at her naked butt. Was it the thought of having sex with the big man on the couch with her? The last scared and excited her both. 

When Betty didn't say anything for a while, Frank asked, "Having to think it over, huh."

Betty gave a little jerk and said, "Quit trying to get into my head. It's crazy enough in there without company."

Frank chuckled and shifted on the couch. "Do you still live at home or do you have your own place?" He asked, changing the subject.

"I live at home. No reason to waste money on a place when I can live rent free."

"So, where did you and Brad get it on at? He has a place but he shares it with his brother."

Betty looked at the big man sharply. "How is that any of your business?"

Frank shrugged. "None really, but I was trying to see things from Brad's side. It's a man thing and I want to make sure he really is too crazy to work for me."

With a deep sigh, Betty said, "You don't have to fire Brad on my account."

"It has nothing to do with you per say. I do a lot of business on verbal agreements and a handshake. To me, a man is only as good as his word. Brad bailed on a wedding, at the alter, no less. It makes me wonder how good his word can be."

Betty sighed again, sat up and put her feet on the floor. Standing up, she asked, "You ready?"

Frank grinned up at her and replied, "I'm ready for a lot of things. What have you got in mind?"

Betty wiggled her empty beer bottle back and forth. 

Frank shook his head. "Just my luck," he said as he held his empty bottle out toward her.

"Hey, if it wasn't for all that kinky stuff in that drawer, you might have had a chance," Betty said as she rounded the counter and dropped the empty bottles in the trash.

"Don't knock what you've never tried," Frank said with a grin.

"Who says I haven't tried it?" Betty asked with a bluffing grin of her own.

"I do," Frank said sharply. "Don't even try to play a game you know nothing about. You might not get hurt but you sure could find yourself in a bind." Frank laughed at his own pun as he got up from the couch.

Betty stood at the counter unsure of what would happen next as Frank walked in her direction. She wondered if she could outrun him and then wondered where she would go. As he stopped by the end of the counter, she said hastily, "Ok! Ok, I've never tried any of that stuff."

Frank grinned at her before he turned and walked down the hall to the bathroom. At the bathroom door, he paused and looked her way. "Want too?" He asked softly.

Betty looked at him in confusion and he added, "Try the kinky stuff. Who knows, you might enjoy it more than you think."

"I think I'll pass," Betty said with a shiver as her mind played a little movie of her tied to the bed, spread eagled and naked.

Frank shrugged and went in the bathroom and shut the door.

Betty stood stock still in the kitchen with a beer in each hand as the movie looped around and round. In her mind, there were so many possibilities of what Frank could do to her and nothing she could do to prevent any of it. That though alone made her groan softly and squeeze her thighs tightly together.

*****

Frank taking a beer out of her hand made Betty jump. That was just how lost she was in the movie in her mind.

"Are you alright?" Frank asked as he opened his beer and leaned on the living room side of the counter.

"Well, uh, well.... Uh, yeah. I was just lost in thought."

"Those must have been some major thoughts from the way your hips and thighs were moving," Frank said with a big grin.

Betty felt herself blush hotly.

"Oh, the kinky stuff does intrigue you after all."

Betty felt her face grow even warmer. She turned her back on the big grinning man and downed half her ice cold beer. 

Frank chuckled. "I'd say, spread eagled on the bed, naked, with me doing all sorts of nasty things to you while you can't stop me. Is that about right?"

Betty stiffened at the accuracy of what he said and then shivered hard. "Close enough," she heard herself whisper.

"Believe it or not, that's most women's fantasy when it comes to kinky."

Betty looked at him over her shoulder. "It is?"

Frank nodded. "That's my experience anyway."

"Uh, how much experience are we talking about here?"

Frank laughed. "I'm a gentleman for the most part so I'll never tell. Anyway, I wouldn't want too look like I'm bragging or anything. How much experience do you have?"

Betty slowly turned around and leaned on the counter. She thought about making a joking remark but decided on the truth at the last minute. "Not very much, I'm sorry to say. Up until Brad asked me to marry him it was none at all."

"Oh, so Mr. Bradley got the cherries did he?"

"Cherries? I thought there was only one."

Frank laughed and shook his head. "No little darling, there are far more than one. There's the biblical one and then.... Let's just say it'll be more fun for you to learn about them directly than for me to tell you about them."

"Hey, I've got a good imagination. I can probably figure out most of them on my own."

"Only the vanilla ones," Frank said with a laugh.

"Vanilla?" Betty asked in confusion.

"That's what the kinky set calls the straight non kinky side. Plain vanilla ice cream without whipped cream or chocolate sauce or even a cherry on top. Non imaginative, at the very least."

Betty nodded slowly. "Yeah, that would probably be me alright."

"Oral sex, both giving and receiving?" Frank asked.

Betty nodded as a blush crept up her neck.

"Anal sex?"

"No!" Betty said sharply as her ass cheeks tightened up.

Frank laughed and shook his head. "Shove a butt plug up my ex's ass and she would prance around for hours with this glassy eyed look on her face. Put her in a pair of high heels with that plug in place and she could come just walking across a room."

"Bull shit," Betty whispered in disbelief.

"Honest truth," Frank told her. 

"I'm sensitive back there but not to the point of orgasm."

"So you have played with your own ass then?"

"Uh, well...."

"Hey, you're not going to shock me. I'm the kinky pervert, remember, and I was married to an even kinkier pervert. Perverts are some of the best people I know."

Betty grinned in spite of herself. "I wasn't worried about shocking you. I was more worried about embarrassing myself."

"Always remember one thing about me."

"What's that?"

"I'm the guy everyone in town thinks you are fucking the ears off of this weekend, whether you do or not. You left the church with Brad's brother and announced that plan to anyone within fifty feet at the door. That you left on my bike only changes the who, not the what."

Betty's eyes got wide. "Oh, shit, I forgot about that."

Frank chuckled. "If you're going to talk the talk, you need to be able to walk the walk because you've already got the reputation one way or the other. Small town gossip travels far and fast."

Betty sighed and rubbed her forehead. "I was leaving town anyway, so who gives a flying fuck."

"You do, your parents do." He paused a second and then added, "I was going to say your friends do but since your best friend ran off with the groom... maybe not."

"Thanks for reminding me," Betty said still rubbing her forehead.

Frank sat his beer down and walked around the counter. He placed a hand on each of Betty's shoulders. "The pain is in your head but it coming from your neck and shoulders so bend over and relax."

Betty giggled at the thought of the man who had talked about anal sex and butt plugs earlier was now telling her to bend over and relax.

"What's so funny?" Frank asked as he began to massage the muscles along the tops of Betty's shoulders.

All Betty could do for nearly a minute was to moan and groan as tight muscles slowly loosened. Then Frank pushed her shoulders over more and started in on her upper back. This brought more and louder moans and groans.

Finally, Betty said, "Oh God, this is almost as good as sex."

"Ummm, I don't think Brad was very good in the sack if you can say that," Frank said with a laugh.

"And I have what to compare him too?" Betty asked as she leaned over to lie flat on the counter top. Frank's big hands found tight spot after tight spot. Between moans Betty asked, "Can women have orgasms from a back rub?"

"It's all according to who is rubbing their back and with what," Frank replied with a chuckle as his hands moved lower along her spine.

"Oh, God, I didn't know a back could have this many knots."

"You are a mess, to say the least. I need to put you in the Jacuzzi tub for a little while and then do this again."

"I'd be asleep in the tub before you know it and probably drown the way my day has been going."

"I could play lifeguard. Mouth to mouth resuscitation might be fun," Frank replied with a laugh as he moved lower to Betty's tailbone and the big bundles of nerves on each side.

Betty groaned loudly and then sighed. "I've died and gone to heaven."

Frank's big hand landing solidly on her left ass cheek made Betty jump and yell. Frank laughed again and said, "Nope, you're not dead."

"Asshole! I was so enjoying that and I'm not talking about the slap on the ass either," Betty said loudly as she straightened and turned around.

The next thing she knew, she was in Frank's arms and being soundly kissed with her feet a foot off the floor. With a moan, she kissed him back, her legs coming up to wrap around his waist. Her head was swimming by the time he broke the kiss.

"I've wanted to do that since you got on my motorcycle," he whispered softly.

This time, Betty kissed him, her arms around his neck. 

The kiss was long and drawn out, passion filled that soon grew toward lust. Betty was moaning as Frank's big hands caressed her from her ass to her shoulders under the long t-shirt. His hands were rough on her skin but gentle of touch. They lit a fire inside her that blazed higher and higher.

She broke the kiss long enough to whisper, "Bedroom, bed, now," and then she was kissing him again as he carried her down the hall. He never broke the kiss until she was flat on her back under him on the big bed.




The Failed Wedding



Betty groaned deeply from his weight on her and then as he lifted up on his arms and knees, she was trying to rip the t-shirt off over his head and get his shorts down off his hips at the same time.

Frank laughed, came up on his knees, leaving the t-shirt in her hand. She tossed it aside. He grabbed an ankle in each hand and lifted her ass a foot off the bed. The overly large t-shirt slid down around her waist. He spread her ankles, bent her knees up by her ears, and then bent to plant his face in her burning sex.

Betty yelled as his tongue stabbed into her drenched sex to a depth she had never imagined before and then began to rotate and wiggle even deeper. Brad had timidly licked her outer lips, her slit, and her clit but this was like nothing she had ever felt. She was being fucked literally with a tongue.

The orgasm that washed over and through her body was a barnburner. It started in her sex and radiated out to her fingertips and her toes. Her eyes rolled back and fireworks like never before went off behind her eyelids. Her hips and stomach jerked. She rocked her hips upward to try and get the tongue even deeper in her spasming pussy.

*****

Betty awoke in a strange bed from a very strange dream. The bedspread was pulled over her where she lay on her side. Her knees were pulled up near her chest. Sunlight coming through the window told her it was mid afternoon. She rolled over and sat up suddenly as the thought that today was her wedding day.

Then she groaned and fell backwards on the bed and threw her arms over her head. Memories of Brad and Karen running off, of making a scene at the church, and being carried off by Frank floated through her mind. The first one made her mad, the second embarrassed her, and the third made her grin.

"It was that good huh?" Frank said from the door.

"Interesting to say the least," Betty replied as she spread her ankles wide like he had done earlier. Spread eagled on the bed her mind jumped to the cuffs and straps in the middle drawer of the dresser.

"That position brings fascinating things to mind," he said as he walked over to stand at the foot of the bed.

Betty giggled. "Yeah, the toy drawer crossed my mind about the same time it did yours but don't read anything into that, ok."

"You don't need nor are you ready for the things in that drawer. Maybe someday but that's a ways off," Frank said and then grinned. "Right now a tongue in that sweet pussy of yours is more than enough to get you to flying around the room backwards."

Betty squirmed on the bed and whispered, "I'd never had a tongue in there before."

Frank nodded. "From your reaction, I figured as much."

"Is that offer of a soak in the tub still open?"

"With or without the lifeguard. Your choice."

"Is there room for both of us in that little tub?" Betty was thinking about the tub in the bathroom she had used earlier.

Frank laughed. "You haven't seen the master bathroom, I take it. I'm a big guy, I need a big tub. Come on, I'll show you heaven in tile."

Betty rolled over to the side of the bed and sat up. Her head swam for a second and then with a grin, she whipped the overly large t-shirt off over her head. She tossed it to Frank and stood up. When he gave out with a soft wolf whistle, she nodded and walked over to where he stood staring at her.

"So what do you think of the complete package?"

"Brad's a total ass."

Betty giggled and nodded. "And a sexually uneducated ass to boot."

"So we're both finding out," Frank said and then sighed as he turned toward a door by the end of the bed. 

He opened the door and stepped back. "The master bath," he said with a bowing flourish.

Betty walked to the door and then stopped with her mouth open. The tub was huge and sunken in the floor in the middle of the room. A vanity with dual sinks was against the back wall. An alcove held the toilet and there was a floor to ceiling linen closet. A chrome rail surrounded the sunken tub except where the steps led down into it.

"Holy shit!" Betty whispered as she walked into the bathroom. "That's a miniature swimming pool. All it needs is a diving board."

"It has two levels, laying and sitting but it's not deep enough for diving, although you could probably swim in the deepest part. I had planned three levels but decided to raise the shower head instead."

Betty walked over to the rail and looked down. The steps led down between two contoured lounges. Below that was a flat area with the showerhead on the rail above. There were jets on the contoured part and all long the walls and floor and everywhere else.

"I'm going to need a lifejacket or water wings," Betty said with a giggle. Then she gasped as Frank stepped up behind her and reached around to cup a breast in each large hand. 

As he squeezed and massaged her breast, he whispered, "You already have a beautiful set of water wings."

Betty moaned softly at the feel of his rough hands and the thrill they sent throughout her body as he caressed her breasts and nipples. His lips on her neck made her shiver as he kissed his way up to her ear and nibbled on it.

A moment later, Frank said softly, "Ready for a swim?"

Betty sighed deeply and nodded. 

Frank stepped over to a control panel on the wall. He pushed a few button and Betty suddenly heard the sound of running water. She looked down to see all the jets spraying and two large cascades of water, one down each wall. The huge tub was filling quickly.

"Awesome," Betty whispered.

"Ain't it though," Frank said as he walked over to the steps and then held out his hand to her. "Come on and climb in. Check the water temp while I wait for the water to get high enough to start the massage jets in the lounge seats."

Betty started down the steps and then stopped and turned. "You are coming in, right?"

"I love water anytime and anyplace. Add a beautiful woman like you and you can't keep me out."

Betty felt herself blush at the compliment. She had never considered herself anywhere near beautiful. With a smile on her lips, she moved farther down the steps. The water was warm, as was the spray off the jets. The water was already at the base of the lounge seats and rising fast.

"Is it warm enough?" Frank asked. "Once the water reaches a certain point the heater will kick in and bring the temperature on up."

Betty moved farther down to the flat area. The water was knee deep. She sat on the bottom step and looked up for Frank but he wasn't in sight. The water was up over her breasts by the time the lounge chairs were covered enough for the jets there to come on.

"Now, it's ready," Frank said from above her.

Betty turned and looked up the steps as Frank started down. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open with a gasp. He was a gorgeous mass of muscles from his thick neck to his bulging calves but the thing that Betty's eyes locked onto was his manhood, which hung down long and thick.

"Holy shit!" she heard herself whisper.

Frank laughed. "I'll take that as a compliment or at least I hope it was."

"Oh yeah," whispered Betty as a shiver ran up and down her spine. Frank's dick looked twice as big soft as Brad's was hard. That scared her and excited her at the same time.

Frank stopped by the lounge chairs and asked, "Are you going to soak down there or come up here?"

"I... uh... I... uh... you...." Betty stammered.

Frank grinned as he came on down the steps. Betty scooted over as he towered above her. He stepped off into the deep water and then sat down next to her. He leaned back on his elbows and sighed deeply. 

"I love hot water."

Betty nodded but didn't say anything. Her mind was still locked up from the sight of his body and especially his dick. All kind of questions tumbled around in her brain. Some of which embarrassed her deeply. She had never really thought about the size of a man's dick before.

After a minute or two, Frank asked, "Are you alright?"

Betty nodded again and then shook her head. Then she nodded and then she shook her head again.

With a chuckle Frank asked, "Well, which is it?"

Betty shivered and whispered, "Uh, the water is fine, great in fact but you... uh... your... uh.... Oh, shit! You're so big."

"I was a state champion body builder in high school and moved to national honors in college," Frank said. "I've kept at it since then. It's fun and relaxes me after a stressful day. I even designed a weight room in this building so I didn't have to go to a gym."

A new thought crossed Betty's mind. "Was your ex crazy as well as kinky?"

Frank shrugged. "I don't understand the question."

"A guy built like you are, equipped the way you are, and a guy into her kinky shit, all in one, what the hell did she need to cheat for? It just doesn't make any sense."

"Ah," Frank said. "In the end it boiled down to the same problem your best friend has. She was a slut for anyone and anybody that paid her the least bit of attention. It was partially my fault as I was gone a lot trying to build a business."

Frank paused to shrug. "Shit happens."

Betty nodded and then shivered. "Houston, we may have a problem," she whispered softly.

"And that is?" Frank asked.

"Uh, well, uh, to be honest, it's a size problem. Not you yourself, uh, body wise but the other thing. Your, uh...." She ran out of steam about then and asked, "Uh, do you have any idea what I'm talking about?"

Frank grinned and nodded. "I'm pretty sure I do but I don't think it's as big a problem as your mind is trying to make it. My ex and the girlfriends I had before her never had much of a problem except maybe the first time with one girl."

Betty looked at him out of the corner of her eye and whispered, "But you're twice as big as Brad and you're not anywhere near hard. I don't think it will fit to tell the truth. Brad is, uh, was a tight fit."

"Think about it a moment. How big is a babies head?"

Betty looked at Frank and said, "Huh?"

"How big is a babies head? Hold up your hands and show me."

Betty held up her hands and made a six inch circle.

"I'm no where that big. Not even half that much, maybe a third at the biggest. Do you see where I'm going with this?"

"Stand up."

Frank grinned. "No way, you just want to ogle my body again. I saw you looking earlier."

"Stand up, please. I want to see something."

"Yeah, I know. All you women ever want is my body," Frank said still joking and then he did stand up.

He turned to face her. She groaned softly. His dick was right in front of her face. She held her hands up with the circle again and asked in a breathy voice, "How.... How much bigger does it get?"

"There's only one way to find out," Frank said with a grin and a wink in her direction.

"That's what I'm afraid of," she whispered back.

Frank turned and sat back down. "It doesn't get any longer but it does get a little larger in diameter."

Betty nodded and then shivered at the thought of that big dick trying to stretch her little pussy. She remembered the first time Brad had made love to her and how tight he had fit in her pussy. One or two of her fingers was all that had ever been in her pussy up until then. She also remembered the wild explosive orgasm she had had. 

Frank slipped off the bench and settled to the bottom of the basin to sit cross legged. The water was up to his neck. The water was up to the top of her breasts with her still sitting on the step. The water on each wall shut off suddenly.

Betty stretched out her legs and leaned back. The water was getting warmer. With a soft sigh, she whispered, "This feels great."

"I can make it even better," Frank said as he reached up and pushed a button on the wall. Air and water from the jets turned the lower section into bubbling caldron of swirling water. 

Betty laughed as her feet came up off the floor from the force of the air and water. "I can see where a lifeguard would come in handy."

Frank grinned and said, "Come on out here and get the full effect."

Betty had her eyes closed. She opened one and looked at the big man in the center of the tub. "We are talking about the jets, right?"

Frank grinned and replied, "I was, I don't know what you had in mind."

Sitting up, Betty slipped off the step and slowly moved toward the center of the tub and Frank. The swirling water enclosed her body and massaged it from all directions. As she crossed a jet in the floor, it hit her clit and then her opening. She gasped softly and flexed her hips.

"Hey, no sex with the tub, please," Frank said still grinning.

Betty laughed and moved forward until her knees bumped into his. Quickly so as not to allow herself time to think too much, she spread her knees and moved even farther forward to straddle his thighs. She put a hand on each of his shoulders for support.

"See, that wasn't so bad, now was it."

Betty shook her head and leaned in to kiss him softly on the lips. Frank put his hands on her back, pulled her tightly to him, and returned the kiss. Now they were naked body to naked body with hot swirling water all around. Both moaned softly as the intensity of the kiss increased.

At some point later, Betty realized his hard dick was standing up between them and she was slowly rubbing her slit and clit up and down along its length. Her arms were around his neck again. Her mind supplied a replay of him eating her pussy and the orgasm that followed. 

She moaned softly into his mouth, her head was swimming again. She wondered if he was going to fuck her here in the tub. The idea both excited and scared her at the same time. She broke the kiss and sat back, her eyes on his. His big hands sliding up and down her back, made her shiver deep inside.

Frank smiled and lifted her with a hand under each ass cheek. When her breasts were even with his mouth, he sucked her right nipple between his lips and flicked it with his tongue. Betty groaned loudly and pressed her breast tightly to his mouth. When he sucked most of her breast into his mouth and bathed it with his slick tongue, she arched her back and moaned.

A few moments later, she pulled back, her breast coming out of his mouth with a slurping, sucking sound. She offered him her other breast, a shiver running up and down her spine as he licked the hard nipple and flicked it with the tip of his tongue.

She groaned loudly and arched her back again as he sucked her whole breast into his mouth. As his tongue bathed it, she became aware of a pulsing throb in her clit as her inner muscles clenched and unclenched her vagina. She was so ready to be fucked, she realized with a shivering shake.

Frank slowly lowered her back to his lap. Her breast popping out of his mouth into the steamy cool air and then was covered with hot water. She groaned softly and laid her head against his chest as he hugged her tightly.

A few moments later she sighed and started to whisper, "I...." 

But Frank interrupted her as if he could read her mind. "It's not time yet or the place. It's a good place but not the right place for the first time we make love."

Betty whimpered softly and nodded against his chest. 

"Anyway, we have all weekend and anticipation is good for the soul," Frank whispered as he caressed her back and ass.

Betty nodded and then shook her head. "It may be good for the soul but the body has other ideas."

"Doesn't it always," Frank replied with a laugh as he stood up. Betty hurriedly locked her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck.

Frank waded over to the step and then laid Betty down on a lounge seat. His long thick dick was pressed tightly to her slit. He flexed his hips, rubbing the shaft against her. Betty whimpered softly and shivered deeply as the head bumped against her clit and then went past it.

When Betty moaned softly, Frank back away from her and said, "Move up and get comfortable. I'll turn the jets on for you."

Betty wiggled up to sit in the lounge seat as Frank took a seat in the one next to her. A moment later, jets of water and air mixed to massage her back from her shoulders to her ass. With a groan, she shifted to get the jets on just the right muscles and then she sighed deeply.

"That good?" Frank asked with a grin. 

Betty just nodded as she shifted ever so slightly. Then she gasped and shifted her hips to the side. A jet had suddenly come on and it was right in the crack of her ass. 

"Uh, maybe I need to reduce the pressure on that last jet. It was installed for my ex wife's amusement whether she was on her back or stomach." Frank played with the control panel next to him for a moment. 

"Move back over and see if that's a little better."

Betty looked at him for a second and then gingerly shifted her hips back to center. The jet now tickled and massaged her asshole. She flexed her hips and then shivered as it moved back and forth over the tight ring of muscles guarding her asshole.

A moment later, she whispered, "Interesting on this side and probably mind boggling on the other."

"That was the idea," Frank said as he relaxed and put his hands behind his head.

Betty's eyes wandered down from his face, across his massive chest, his flat washboard stomach, to his dick. It did not look as big and intimidating as it had earlier but it was still huge compared to her ex boyfriend. 

She grinned as she thought of Karen. Karen had the cocktail sausage and she had the whole damned meat store. If she had her phone, she would have taken a picture and sent it to Karen. That would put her in her place or at least make her jealous as hell.

"What's so funny?" Frank asked at her big grin all of a sudden.

Betty told him what she had been thinking and then laughed. "It would serve her right."

"I have a phone if you know her number."

"Oh, I've got her number alright. 1-800-Bitch," Betty said with anger creeping into her voice.

"She did you a favor, you know," Frank said softly. 

When Betty's eyes went to his dick, Frank laughed and shook his head. "No, I mean if she could steal him so easily, what do you think would happen after you were married a while."

"Yeah, that has been rattling around in my brain ever since I calmed down the first time."

"So, either forget about her and him or get a little revenge, whichever suits you best. I vote for forgetting them."

Betty did not reply, she just wiggled on the lounge chair and enjoyed the way the jets were loosening up her tight muscles. It would not take much to put her to sleep. She felt that much better even after the short time she had been in the hot water.

*****

"Hey, wake up, sleepyhead. You're starting to look like a prune."

Betty sighed and opened one eye. Frank was standing over her with a smile on his face. His dick hung down toward her, it was longer but a lot thinner in its flaccid state. She came up on her elbows, which put the head of his dick only inches from her face. For a brief moment, she had the urge to suck on it.

"I don't know about you but I'm hungry," Frank said.

Betty giggled and sat up. "I was contemplating eating something myself," she whispered softly. Softly enough that Frank did not hear what she said.

"What?" He asked.

"Uh, I could go for a meal myself," Betty said with a grin as she thought of how big of a meal Frank's dick could become.

"Well, come on then and I'll dry you off. I think there are a couple of steaks in the refrigerator. All this lusting about makes a person hungry."

Betty laughed as she got up off the lounge and followed Frank up the steps. He met her at the top with a big fluffy towel. He dried her from head to toes and back again before applying the towel to his own body.

"Now I know what a car feels like after those dozen guys dry it off at the car wash," she said with a big grin. 

"That was one of my summer jobs, way back when," Frank replied as he tossed the towel on a peg by the door. 




The Failed Wedding



"You haven't lost the touch," Betty whispered as she followed Frank out of the bathroom. In the bedroom, he handed her a soft silky robe that was long on her but fit better than his t-shirt.

"Is this also left over from the ex?" Betty asked.

"Uh.... No. You would be stepping on hers. She was the tall, leggy, showgirl type."

"I guess that makes me the short compact model."

Frank chuckled and nodded. "I've always been attracted to the tall, large breasted kind of lady all my life, but now.... I'm beginning to see the advantages to the short compact model, especially a redheaded model."

"Uh huh," Betty said and then grinned. "Do you think you'll get better gas mileage?"

Frank chuckled as he slipped on a black silk robe. "Go comb your hair while I go hunt down a steak for each of us."

Betty ran her hands over the hair on her head and then dropped one hand down to comb her nails through the short trimmed red hair on her mound. "Ya know, I was going to trim this into a heart shape but now... I'm kind of glad I didn't. For Brad it might have been perfect but for you... not so much."

Frank squatted down, studied the neatly trimmed V of flaming red hair, and then shook his head. "No, that would be too cutesy, especially for you. You have more fire than that."

Betty laughed. "Flames would be too hard to shave, I'm afraid."

Standing up, Frank grinned and said, "I have this friend that does tattoos. Him and his wife would just eat you up. They both have a thing about redheaded women."

Betty started to laugh and then sobered as she realized he probably was not kidding. "Uh.... No!" she said sharply.

With a chuckle, Frank turned for the hallway door. "It was just a thought."

Frank headed for the kitchen while Betty went to the bathroom for the comb and brush.

*****

Betty sat on the living room side of the kitchen counter watching Frank prepare supper. She had offered to help but he handed her a beer and pointed to a stool. "I've got this down to a science," he told her and it seems he did. The steaks were ready for the grill and so were the baked potatoes. He now had the salad ready.

"Time to grill," he said, picking up the plate with the steaks on it and a pan with the other stuff he needed. "Grab us a couple more beers, and we're all set."

With a beer in each hand, Betty followed him into the bedroom and opened the patio door for him. The patio had walls higher than Frank's head and there was a gas grill, two large lounge chairs, and a patio table with four chairs and an umbrella. Tall plants broke up the walls and a small fountain made happy noises in the far corner.

"Hey I like this. It's a very nice touch. Does every apartment have one?"

"Yeah, I always figured an inside place also needs an outside place to balance everything out. Anyway, I like to lay around in the sun naked so...." Frank said as he fired up the gas grill.

Betty cocked her head sideways for a moment in thought and then said, "Hey, that's right, you didn't have any tan lines." The sun was down behind the wall but Betty walked over to a lounge chair and sat down. She turned and lay back in the chair, her robe falling open as she did.

Frank looked her way and smiled. "I like the way you never closed and belted the robe. It looks so sexy and natural the way your body flashes in and out of it. And now... with it open, you are breathtaking."

Betty felt herself blush at his words. She lifted a knee to hide behind and then wondered why. Then she saw where Frank's eyes were, under her raised leg, and realized she was showing more by trying to hide. She lowered the leg and grinned at him. He dick had been soft but it was now making a tent in his robe.

"Sexy, just totally sexy and you don't even realize it most of the time," he said and turned back to the steaks.

"I've never thought of myself as anywhere near sexy or beautiful. I'm just an ordinary girl who works in a law office and lives at home at the present."

"Well, you are both beautiful and sexy, so get used to it. As far as living at home, I know where you can rent a luxurious apartment at a very reasonable rate. I have an in with the owner."

Betty laughed. "I just bet you do."

"You work in a legal office? I didn't know that. Have you ever considered becoming a lawyer?" Frank asked as he came over and sat down on the edge of the other lounge facing Betty.

"That was always the plan but the money wasn't there when I graduated high school and I don't see it being there anytime soon," Betty replied with a sigh.

"Never say never," Frank said looking thoughtful as he stood up and went to check the steaks and the potatoes.

Betty took a deep breath through her nose. "Those smell delicious." Then she grinned and shook her head. "If I eat half of what you fixed for me on top of the soak in the hot tub and the beers I've had, I'll be asleep before the dishes are done."

"My bed or the guest room?" Frank asked softly.

Betty chuckled. "Now there is a question for the ages, sleep next door to the dragon or sleep in his bed. Decisions, decisions."

Frank grinned at her and moved the steaks to a warming shelf as he rolled the potatoes around. "First I'm a mountain and now I'm a dragon. Is that a promotion or another facet of the same person, in your view?"

Betty looked thoughtful for a moment and then shrugged. "Just a figure of speech. Actually, you're a very nice guy I've found out after a rocky start."

"Ouch! There goes my badboy reputation down the drain," Frank said as he moved the potatoes and steaks to the platter. "Time to eat."

*****

Supper was delicious and very filling. By the time Frank had the kitchen cleaned up, Betty was curled up on the couch asleep. With a grin, he picked her up and carried her down the hall to his bedroom. He put her to bed and covered her up. He had a big smile on his face as he walked down the hall toward the living room.

*****

Betty woke up slowly and stretched as she rolled over onto her back. Her hands were high above her head and her toes were pointed in the opposite direction as she squirmed and wiggled. She felt wonderful and her muscles stretched and loosened up quickly.

Her eyes focused on the overhead canopy and she saw herself grinning back. Her arms, shoulders, and head were all that were showing. The comforter and sheet covered everything else. The covers on the other side of the bed were thrown back. She was still grinning as she threw the covers back with one hand and then returned it above her head.

She still had on the short black robe and it was open, outlining her naked body. Spreading her arms and legs wide she sighed deeply and arched her back, thrusting her chest out. Then she relaxed only to lift her hips a moment later.

"Now that is a glorious sight to see early in the morning," Frank said softly with a smile from the bathroom door.

Betty's eyes jumped to him as her legs jerked closed and she shivered. He was leaning on the doorframe naked. His muscular body looking gorgeous and his manhood was slowly rising as he looked at her. She shivered even harder and whimpered softly. 

"Good morning," she whispered as she slowly lowered her hips.

"Those mirrors are kinky, right?" Frank asked as he walked to the foot of the bed.

Betty looked away from him and up at the mirrors. Her back arched, pushing her breasts up again. She took a shuddery breath and whispered, "They would be even more kinky with two people."

Frank grinned and climbed on the bed straddling her feet. Betty watched him, expecting her feet to be raised in the air again and her legs spread. She shivered hard as memories of his tongue in her pussy swept across her mind. When that did not happen, her eyes moved to his dick. It looked even bigger the way he was sitting with his knees spread.

He leaned forward and planted a kiss on her belly just above her navel. He kissed and licked his way up to her breasts. When he sucked her right breast into his warm wet mouth, Betty groaned softly and arched her back. His mouth felt wonderful and his tongue was driving her nuts as it flicked and flutter against her sensitive nipple.

When he switched breasts, she whimpered and then moaned loudly. Her knees came up and her legs wrapped around his hips. She tried to pull them down but only succeeded in lifting her hips off the bed. She moaned again and relaxed her legs. Frank lifted his head, holding suction on her breast. It popped out of his mouth with a slurping sound.

Betty moaned again and then whimpered as he moved up to kiss her gently on the lips. Her mind was spinning and she had forgotten all about the mirrors. One part of her wanted him to fuck her until she could not breath and another part was scared to death that he would. The war in her mind was still raging as he rolled sideways and took her with him.

She ended up on top of him, her legs straddling his waist. The head of his dick was hot where it pressed against her sex. She wiggled her hips and felt it make contact with the sensitive skin of her slit as her outer lips parted. She moaned into his mouth and rocked her hips down and then up. Her hot wet opening made contact with the head and they both groaned.

Betty broke the kiss and pushed up on her arms, the large head pressing even tighter to her sex. She chewed on her bottom lip and looked into Frank's eyes. A moment later, she whispered, "I... I... I," and then moaned loudly as Frank shifted his hips up slowly and the pressure on her opening increased.

When Frank lowered his hips, Betty whimpered and shook her head. "I want to but I don't know if I can," Betty whispered quickly and then gasped as his hips came up again. The head was centered on her wet slippery opening and stretched it slightly. 

Frank lowered his hips and lay still. Betty groaned but she was not sure if it was relief or frustration. She sat up quickly, the large head now under her sex. Frank groaned as she did, from the heat of her sex. Betty leaned forward and placed her hands on his muscular chest. She flexed her hips moving her sex against the head. They both moaned.

With a grin, Frank placed his hands under her thighs up near her ass and lifted. Betty found herself sitting on his upper chest a second later. "Have you ever sat on someone's face?" Frank asked softly.

Betty's eyes grew wide as she shook her head. Memories of his long, strong tongue so deep in her pussy filled her mind. She whimpered and then moaned loudly as Frank lifted her to her knees. "I... I'll... die if I do," she said as she lifted one knee and moved it above his shoulder.

Frank grinned and shook his head. "Nope, but you will come your brains out again," he said as he used his hands to urge her to move her other knee. 

Betty moved her other knee and found she was holding onto the headboard of the bed, her sex right over his face. "I.... I.... I," she whispered as she slowly lowered her pussy toward his mouth. She could not help herself as the memories of the orgasms she had had with his tongue in her increased.

Frank's big hands on her ass moved her forward slightly and then his tongue was in the crease of her ass and moving forward. It flicked at her anus in passing and then slowly snaked its way into her pussy. Betty lost her breath for a second and then moaned long and loud as it went deeper and deeper. 

He swirled it around inside her and then pulled it out just as slowly as he had put it in. Betty whimpered and tried to lower her hips but Frank's hands held her up. He fucked her pussy with his tongue slowly. She went from being empty to being full, time and time again. An orgasm was building slowly in her belly, as she tried to rock her hips and speed up the tongue.

A few minutes later, she started to shake, as the orgasm grew higher. Briefly, she wondered just how big a mess she was going to make on Frank's face. Then the tongue was gone from her pussy and so was Frank from under her. This confused her for a moment and the she looked around to see him rummaging in the bedside table drawer.

He pulled a small bottle out and shut the drawer. Betty felt like she was in a dream as he opened the bottle and squirted some of the contents on his manhood. He used the other hand to spread the lube over his member. The words lube and member in the same sentence snapped Betty out of her dream like state.

"You're going to fuck me," she heard herself say.

"You don't want me to?" Frank asked softly as he ran his hand up and down his shaft.

Betty shook her head and then she nodded with a groan as her eyes followed his hand. His dick was shiny and slippery looking. She groaned again and backed away from the headboard slowly. She went down on her hands and knees as she backed up farther. When she stopped moving, she lowered her chest to the bed, her ass sticking up in the air and shifted her knees out farther to each side.

Frank smiled as he climbed on the bed behind her. His hand between her legs spreading the lube over her sex made Betty jerk and moan. A single finger touched her opening and slowly sank inside. Betty groaned and shivered as it did. He finger fucked her slowly and then added a second finger.

Betty gasped as the slippery digits entered her sex. As he slowly fucked her with the two large fingers, Betty pushed up with her arms until she was on her hands and knees. Her back arched down as he pulled the fingers out and it arched upward as they went back in. They felt so good. 

He continued to finger her as he reached up, pulled a large pillow down, and pushed it under her. Betty groaned as she lay down across the pillow. Frank's fingers moved a little faster and firmer in her pussy. Betty suddenly wonder why she was not coming for all she was worth. The orgasm from earlier had subsided but it was growing again, now.

The fingers came out of her pussy and Betty whimpered loudly as she felt Frank moving around behind her. Suddenly, there was something wide, hot, and slippery moving up and down in her slit. When it bumped into and then over her clit she gasped as her hips jerked.

On the next stroke, as the head of his dick came close to Betty's opening, Frank center it up and held it in place. Betty's hips shook and then she groaned loudly as she pushed back against him, her opening stretching around the head of his dick. As it slowly entered her, they both moaned loudly.

Frank put a hand on her hip as he pushed forward gently. His dick moved deeper into her hot tight pussy. Betty was strangely silent and still except for a quivering in her hips. Frank held still and savored the feeling of his dick in her tight pussy. It would clamp down even tighter and then relax for a second, only to clamp down again.

He knew that if he went in deeper, she would come. He was not ready for that. He eased his hips back and pulled his dick out of her. Betty yelled, "No!" loudly, her hips moving around trying to find his dick. 

Frank grinned and pressed his shaft to the crease of her ass. Betty groaned as he worked his hips, rubbing the wide slippery shaft between her ass cheeks. "Relax and leave the driving to me," he whispered. "Uh, no pun intended."

Betty moaned softly and took several deep breaths. She whimpered softly as she slowly relaxed. Frank ran his big rough hands up and down her back from her tailbone to her shoulders, which made her push back against his slow moving shaft. 

When she sighed, he pulled his hips back and once again centered the head of his dick up in her opening. He pushed forward gently but Betty had other ideas and rammed her ass back hard. As his dick entered her pussy, Betty gasped loudly and froze. Frank groaned long and loud as half his dick entered her hot tightness.

A moment later, he grinned and whispered, "That'll work also," as he got a grip on her trembling hips. 

He eased his hips back until just the head of his dick was in her pussy. Betty groaned the whole time his hips moved outward. When he pressed back forward, she moaned even louder. He had made about four half strokes like that when she started to shake. He stopped moving again but did not pull out.

Betty groaned and flexed her hips. Frank could feel her hot tight sex moving slightly around his dick as it grabbed at it from time to time. It was the most exquisite feeling he had felt in a long while. He knew she was going to come any second but there was nothing he could do about it.

Her hips moved faster and he pressed forward gently. His dick was slowly moving deeper and deeper and then there was a yell from Betty and a hot surging sensation around the head and upper portion of his dick. She was coming and her hips were jerking up, down, and sideways. This allowed his dick to go even deeper.

Betty was coming harder than she ever had in her whole life. That full one second and empty the next feeling had blown her away even more than his tongue had. She felt like her pussy had a death grip on that big hard shaft and did not want to let go as fireworks went off behind her eyes and throughout her body.

Even with the death grip and the fireworks, her hips would not remain still. They jerked and flexed, jerked and flexed, even as Frank held them in place. Each little movement just fed more fuel to the fire in the pit of her sex. She just kept on coming even as Frank slowly eased his hips back and pulled his dick out.

When it came free, Betty heard herself yell, "No!" But by then, it was too late. She collapsed onto the pillow in a moaning whimpering heap as her hips continued to jerk and twitch. It felt like a lifetime before they stopped moving and the orgasm started to slack off.

*****

Frank was lying on his side with his head propped up on his hand looking at Betty's face when her eyes fluttered open. "Hello," he said and then smiled. "That was one monster of an orgasm."

Betty's eyes seemed to focus more, then she looked at his face, and she nodded. She wanted to tell him there were still twitches going on but her mouth didn't seem to be connected at the present to her brain. In fact, her brain did not seem to be working very well at all as her eyes moved down his body to his semi hard dick. 

She licked her lips and then heard herself giggle as the thought of trying to suck on that big head crossed her mind. It did fit her pussy after all, so it might fit her mouth also. She gave a little shiver at the thought and licked her lips again. They were dry and she was suddenly thirsty. 

"That would be one hot drink," she heard herself whisper as she said what she was thinking.

Frank gave her a funny look for a second and then grinned as he noticed where her eyes were. "Maybe water would be better at the moment," he said softly.

Betty's eyes came back up to his face and she nodded.

With a smile, Frank said, "In that case, I'll be right back." He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek before he rolled off the bed.

*****

When Frank returned carrying a glass of water, Betty had rolled off the pillow and now laid on her back with the pillow under her head. She smiled as she watched his big muscular body move. It was so beautiful to her, so fluid and powerful looking. She sat up and pulled her feet up to sit Indian fashion as he handed her the glass. She took a big swallow and sighed. "Thank you."

He nodded and sat down on the side of the bed. "I should be thanking you."

Betty grinned and shook her head. "I think we should thank each other like that as often as possible."

Frank laughed softly and leaned over to kiss Betty softly. He leaned back and whispered, "That can be arranged you know."

"Oh?" Betty asked with a smile on her face.

"Well, you do have that wedding gown over there," he said indicating the dress on the chair in the corner.

Betty's eyes grew wide but before she could say anything, he went on, "I don't know about a church wedding but I do know this guy at city hall who is good at cutting through red tape."




The Failed Wedding



"Are... are you asking me to marry you?" Betty asked quickly.

"Well, yes I am in a round about way," Frank said with a big grin. 

Betty just sat there with her mouth wide open as she stared at the big man sitting on the side of the bed in disbelief.

"I know we don't know each other very well, but I have a feeling we would be great together."

Betty closed her mouth and hurriedly downed the rest of the water. She handed Frank the glass. "Put that on the nightstand," she said softly.

When he did and turned back toward her, Betty was grinning from ear to ear. "Hell yes I'll marry you but the courthouse won't be open until tomorrow morning, so...."

Frank grinned back at her and then whispered, "So...."

Betty laughed as she flung herself against him. "We still have all day to practice for the honeymoon."

"I knew it, you're just like all the rest, after my body and nothing more," Frank said in mock protest.

Betty grinned and shook her head. "Nope, I'm after the whole thing, mind, body, and spirit. It's all or nothing with me."

Frank laughed as he pushed her down onto her back and laid down on top of her. "You got it baby," he whispered and then kissed her long and hard.

*****

The wedding took place the following weekend at the same church as the failed one. There were only a few friends and family there and no bride's maids or groomsmen. Betty wasn't taking any chances this time.