Chapter 9
At first both women were too astounded to react. Harvey kicked off his shorts, jerked away his grubby T-shirt and stood naked before them. His abnormally huge cock was long and hard, wagging its big inflamed head at their soaked cunts as he approached the bed, licking his lips.
"Now, I think it's time for some real fun. And I can promise you, girls," he patted his hard throbbing pecker lovingly, "old Harve is going to show you ladies one hell of a good time."
Furiously Irene rose to her knees, glaring at him. "Forget it, Harve. You can do what you want with me . . . you do that anyway! But not Connie. Do you hear me? Not Connie!"
Harvey was grinning widely at her anger, his eyes feasting on her dribbling cunt. "Well now, maybe we ought to just ask her and see."
He turned to Connie, and the horny look on his face suddenly made her want to wriggle under the covers in shame. Before, she'd secretly enjoyed that horny look of his. But those times she had been playing a game, testing her power. This time the power was in Harvey's hands, and this time she was helpless. This time he was in control, not her.
"What do you say, Missy?" His greedy eyes traveled over her body, and only sheer force of effort kept her from trying to cover herself. "Do you want to give old Harve a good time, or do I tell Paul about this little scene of yours? He may not be quite as understanding as I am." He laughed evilly.
"Don't listen to this fat cocksucker, Connie," Irene retorted. "He won't do a goddamned thing, if he ever wants to see a pussy again in his lifetime! And I mean that, Harve."
Harvey laughed again, making his giant bulging cock joggle. "Honey, you couldn't go a week without sliding that sweet ass on this pole, and you know it. Now, what's it going to be, Missy? Does our little conversation end right here, or do I include Paul?"
Connie was staring fearfully at his waving red cock. The enormity of it chilled her, made her entire body shiver just at the thought of being fucked by it. But at the same time, a cock that size could tear and rip, could fill her young pussy to bursting and beyond . . .
"No," she heard herself say, unable to tear her eyes from it. "No, please don't tell Paul. I'll do anything you say, Harvey. Anything. But please, don't tell Paul."
"Connie!" Irene stared at her with shock, then gave a small fatalistic shrug and made a sound of exasperation in her throat.
"Good," Harvey said, pleased. "Yeah, that's good. You just do as old Harve says, and it'll be all right. Now, let's see ..." He looked from one to the other of them, and his grin widened. "You ladies seemed to be doing all right before I showed up, but I missed some of it, so let's have ourselves a little instant replay. Missy, you just slide back and let Irene do the work for a while. Yeah, that's my girl. Just lie back and spread those milky legs. I want a good long look at that cute little gash."
Numbly Connie followed his instructions. She lay down and opened her legs wide, closing her eyes in humiliation as he rounded the bed and stared down at her sopping young cunt.
"Wider, honey, yeah, stretch those legs until it hurts. I want to see every inch, right up into that beautiful pink hole." He chuckled as Connie's legs opened wide, until her feet dangled over the edges of the bed and her cunt gaped open.
Never before, not even on her wedding night, had Connie felt so utterly naked and exposed. Harvey's hungry stare burned into her pussy.
"That's good, real good. Now let's get some action. Irene?"
"You filthy cocksucking motherfucking bastard!" Irene blurted, making Harvey chuckle even louder. "Don't you think for one minute that I'll forget this!" Then, unwillingly, she knelt at the foot of the bed and began to kiss Connie's open cunt.
Connie shuddered at the familiar touch of Irene's lips. Still fresh with the memory of coming beneath those lips, she twitched despite herself as Irene kissed and nibbled.
"Stick that lovely tongue out, Bubs. I want to see you lick all that sweet juice up and swallow it.
Come on, you were doing so good before, you shouldn't mind an audience."
Obediently Irene's tongue flicked out, and Connie shivered as it slid up and down her open slit. She couldn't help creaming on Irene's face, and that made Harvey laugh. "Oh, yeah, that's what I want to see. Just go at it like it was sweet, sweet honey and you want to dip into that honey pot . . . yeah, yeah."
Irene's tongue slid up Connie's twat once again, and again her hips were drawn up to meet that fat, wet, soft prick that slipped in and out, making her gush even harder.
Harvey could no longer stand to be left out. Rounding the bed, he approached Irene. "Now, Bubs, we're going to show Missy here what it's really like to get a big cock. Just ease that beautiful ass of yours up and let me see that cunt. Ah, yeah, look at that leaking gash! Guess I'd better just plug the leak!" And without warning he rammed his huge rigid prick straight into Irene's pussy.
She sobbed as his cock surged into her, and Connie's eyes flew open to watch as Irene returned to Connie's soft cunt with trembling lips while Harvey rammed in and out of Irene's pussy to the full length of his oversized cock, making her choke back a fresh sob with each thrust.
Connie felt herself coming at the sight of the three of them-herself wriggling with pleasure under Irene's tongue, Irene gasping and heaving as Harve pumped his monstrous cock into her hole. A small part of her wanted to resist, but was overwhelmed in a rushing wave of creamy satiation as Irene's tongue dug in.
Connie clenched her hair, her hips jerked in spasms of sheer ecstasy, and she cried, "Oh, harder, harder! Ohhh!"
As she writhed, Harvey's fucking grew more and more frantic, until Irene sobbed out loud and his prick shot its heavy hot load of cum into her. Harvey jerked and twisted, gasping, then pulled his prick out with a groan.
In the throes of her orgasm, Connie knew that she was safe. Now, with his horny jism in Irene's pussy, she was safe. But then, why was Harvey still grinning?
Then she saw as he came around into her view- his fat ugly cock was just as hard and big as before. It hadn't lessened an inch!
"Now, ladies, now that we've enjoyed the preliminaries, let's really get this show off. See how wet and slick my pecker is from cum and pussy cream? It needs cleaning, and it's so big that it needs both of you to do the job. That's right, ladies. Lick it clean. Just the way old Harve likes."
He stuck his enormous cock between them, and both Connie and Irene bent to do his bidding. They licked and sucked, their mouths dwarfed by its incredible size. Harvey ran his hands through their hair, clutching a handful of black on one side and blonde on the other as the two women worked their tongues up and down his huge prick.
"Don't forget the balls," he chuckled. "One for each of you. Nice arrangement, eh?"
Connie and Irene sucked and licked his huge hairy balls until he sighed and drew away, satisfied. "Now, didn't that taste good? Ah, I see that some of my delicious cum is leaking out that terrible gash of yours, Bubs. Maybe you better just let Connie lap it up. Connie, you just lie back and let Bubs plant that sweet ass on your face, because I think it's time for you to have the treat of your life."
"Harve, no!" Irene retaliated. "You can't ..."
"Oh, yes, I can!" Harvey turned to Connie, leering. "Can't I, Missy?"
Connie knew what was coming. This was the moment she'd dreaded with mixed fear and curiosity. And now that it was here, she couldn't bring herself to speak. She merely gave a quick nod.
Fuming with frustrated anger, Irene climbed on top of Connie, spread her legs over the young blonde's face and slowly lowered her wet ass until Connie's tongue darted up to catch the white drool of Harvey's jism.
Still grinning, Harvey made the bed squeak with his weight, and Connie felt his thick hands lift her knees and bend them back, once more exposing her wet slit. Her burst of initial terror made her work her tongue feverishly on Irene's hard clit, and the black-haired beauty moaned and began to rotate her hips.
"Now this won't hurt but a second," Harve said softly, "and then you're going to find out what a real fuck can be like. Just relax, Missy, and enjoy."
She felt the huge head of his horrible cock rubbing the outer lips of her pussy, and Connie's tongue worked even harder in sudden tremoring fear. That monstrous reddened tip slid up and down her trembling twat, moistening itself with her juices and began to drive into her, inexorably. Her pussylips expanded, pushed outward to receive it, and she groaned.
Harvey's cock was inside her! She could feel it, hot and throbbing, filling her completely.
"Now, that didn't hurt, did it?" Harve chuckled. "And now that I've got the head in ... "
His cock moved into her deeper and deeper, and Connie fought down an instinctive scream. The walls of her cunt were pushed farther apart, until it felt that she was splitting in two. And on he came, more and more of him, as though it could never stop. So huge that it forced her legs wide in a spasm of forced acceptance, it surged into her, more and more and more of it . . .
Connie did scream then, but her scream was a muffled sob as Irene's cunt ground against her frantically working tongue.
Harve laughed, and jammed his cock in all the way. "Now that's what I call a nice, tight pussy. Just the way yours used to be, Bubs."
"Gggnnn," Irene answered, her eyes glazed as she came on Connie's wildly thrusting tongue.
"Let's let the bride see what a wedding night should really look like," Harvey said. "Besides, you've had your fun, Bubs."
Obediently Irene slid off Connie's face in a luxurious stupor, and then Connie did scream-a loud, piercing wail as she stared down to see Harvey completely inside her, his full twelve-plus inches of grotesque cockmeat jammed into her tight pussy. She screamed at the pain and the awful sight of Harvey's grinning face. Her screams became heaving pants as her tortured cunt-muscles grew used to his hugeness.
"Ah, beginning to like it, eh?" he laughed. "I knew you would, once we got through that cockteasing shit and down to business. Can Paul fill you up the way I can? Can he stick it in that beautiful little hole and do this?"
Then, to her complete horror, Harvey began to pull back on the bed, and fresh pain seared through her. "Oh, God!" she screamed in agony. "Oh, God, stop! You're killing me!"
Harvey just laughed again, pulling his fat body back with straining hands and knees, and Connie's entire body was pulled with him by the sheer brutal tug of his prick as though they were glued together. Her screams only made him tug harder, and small red bubbles of blood mingled with her cunt juice on the base of his massive cock.
Connie clutched at the sheets, screamed for Irene, Paul-anybody to stop the pain, but no one came to help her. "Oh, ohhh, God!" she shrieked.
Then Harve was standing at the foot of the bed, and Connie's tortured cunt hung obscenely from his gigantic cock. "Yeah, that's what it feels like, baby. Holler all you like, because once old Harve catches a fish with his big worm, he doesn't let go till he wants to. It's about time you got a taste of the cock you've been teasing, Missy."
He gave a small joggle, and Connie screamed again as her ass bobbed in the air, on the hook of his monstrous cock. "Oh ... oh, help me, help . . . ohhggg!"
"You sadistic bastard!" Irene spat as Connie's cried brought her back to reality.
Carried away by his newfound power over both women, Harvey crooked his finger at her. "Well, let's not forget you, love. Just step over here and join the party."
"Not a fat fucking chance, you filthy ..."
"Or would you rather that I talk to Paul? What do you think, Connie?"
"N-n-ohhh please noooo!" Connie gurgled, her little boobs heaving.
Wordless, her mouth set in a thin line, Irene went to Harvey, and he licked his lips.
"Now that that's settled, I want you to straddle Missy here and bend way over, so I can have both your yummy cunts rubbing together at my cock."
Irene did as he said, and Harvey pushed her over until her tits mashed against Connie's and her asshole winked up in his face while her black cunthairs entwined with Connie's blonde ones.
"Now isn't that pretty?" Harvey chuckled once again. "Two such- lovely pieces right smack together. It's too bad I've just got one cock. How about a finger for you, Bubs? Or a couple, even?" And even as he spoke, Harvey crammed two fingers into Irene's cunthole.
She moaned and jerked her body as they slipped in and out like a prick, quickly renewing her horniness. Connie lay lifeless beneath her, helplessly hung on Harvey's fat cock as he rammed his fingers in and out-first two, then three, then four of them-filling Irene totally. She writhed against them, sobbing with pleasure despite the situation.
"Ahh, you like that, huh?" Harvey said in a menacingly tender tone. "That's because old Harve slipped you some real meat, got you into prime fucking shape. But I've noticed a lot of your lip today, Bubs. Maybe you forgot how it felt to be in Connie's cunt right now. Maybe I can make you remember."
Then, without hesitating, he curled his fingers slowly, forcing them up into Irene until his entire fist was tearing between her spread pussylips, making her cry out. "Now, doesn't that bring back the memories?" Harvey chortled as he rammed his fist into her.
Now it was Irene's turn to scream. His fist was sunk wrist-deep into her cunt, and he began to pump. His other hand clutched Connie's stretched ass as he slowly started to ease his cock in and out of her cunt.
The two women heaved against each other in abandoned pain, their sweating bodies rubbing and straining to each other, their tits pressing hardened nipples together. Harvey's cock and fist pumped in rhythm and before long, sopping juices eased the pain. Connie and Irene began to groan with growing hunger.
Harvey jammed it to them, enjoying the way they pressed and surged in unison. He chuckled when Connie's arms flew up to hold Irene tight, and laughed out loud when both women dug their tongues down each other's throats as their bodies writhed wildly. Faster and faster he pumped away while Connie and Irene clutched and bit and fondled each other hungrily, and sweat mingled with drooling saliva as each woman got a fucking like she'd never had before. Harvey felt his load surging forward, and he plunged cock and fist into them with growing eagerness.
Irene sobbed, Connie screamed, and Harvey lunged forward, shooting load after load of hot jizz into the bride's aching cunt.
Sobbing, crying, heaving, twisting, all three came together in one drawn-out frenzy, and then fell, in a tumble of arms and legs and white cum to the bed.
"Oh, God," Irene moaned.
Hot fluid trickled down Connie's leg. Her ass twitched automatically in the throes of oblivion, even though Harvey's cock was no longer inside her.
He was panting with exertion. "Sheee-it, that was something else! I have to admit, that just about evens up the score. Just one more little duty to perform ..."
Slowly he rose from the bed, looked down at his dripping half-limp pecker, grinned and rolled Connie's unresisting body over onto her stomach. Then he propped her knees up, making her little asshole jut out, and began to rub his huge flabby cock against it.
"No, Harve," Irene croaked. Connie, barely comprehending what was happening, groaned, "Please ..."
"Just one more little thing I've been wanting," Harvey said, and he plunged his wet prick into her ass.
Connie moaned, too overwhelmed to cry out as his fat soft prick moved up into her asshole and began to slide in a fucking motion, making her hips grind to meet it. "Oh, please ..." she whimpered, suddenly tugged back to awareness as his cock began to grow.
"This is what I've really been wanting," panted Harvey. "Just to fuck the sweet little ass right off you, Missy. And now's my chance."
His cock grew, and it began to hurt. And it kept growing. Connie caught her breath; she sobbed; she cried out. Tears burned her eyes, and still the cock grew in her ass-chute.
Then she screamed.
"Don't, Harve," pleaded Irene, pulling at his arm.
Harvey shook her off. "You just wait for your turn, baby. You get it all the time. Let Missy have this one chance. If she liked it in that sweet cunt, she'll really love ..."
"What the fuck's going on here?"
All three of them turned at Paul's voice, and Harvey's half-rigid cock slid free.
Paul stared, his handsome young face turning white with rage. "Connie ..." he whispered as he stared at the three of them, all glistening with sweat and cum. Connie, her ass still propped up, watched him with tear-filled eyes as he took in their condition, his body quivering.
Then, with an effort of will, he forced his voice to calmness. "Harve, you and Irene had better go. This party's over."
Harve, his massive cock shriveled with sudden fear, started forward. "Listen, Paul, I . . ."
Completely beside himself, Paul was raising a fist when Irene hurried forward. "It's not really as bad as it looks, Paul. It's just that Harve and I stopped by to tell you that we'd decided to get married, and we had a few too many drinks in celebration."
"Married?" Paul said in a cold unbelieving voice, his hands still knotted into fists.
"Yeah . . . yeah, sure," Harvey agreed quickly, bobbing his head in fear. "We just . . . married . . . I . . . " He looked helplessly from Paul to Irene.
"That's right," Irene said. "Please, Paul, it was just such a total surprise to me when Harve asked, and then all those drinks ..."
"Married?" Paul said numbly.
"That's right, Paul," urged Irene, nudging Harvey.
"Uh . . . sure," he said, dismissing a wild impulse to take his beating instead.
"You'd better go." Paul heaved a breath, letting his fists drop.
"Sure, Paul, sure." Quickly they gathered their clothes and left, Irene darting Connie one last smile of satisfaction as she gripped Harvey's arm possessively.
Paul shut the door behind them, then turned to face his bride.
Connie couldn't stop the tears as she spoke quaveringly, "I . . . I'm so sorry. Oh, Paul, 1 didn't mean ..."
"You didn't mean ..." he said, coming to stand over her. "You didn't mean to get drunk and wind up in an orgy. I should've known that you'd take some kind of spiteful revenge because of Irene and me. I should've expected it."
Then he pulled back his hand and slapped her. Connie fell back on the bed with a gasp, more from surprise than pain.
"Bitch!" Paul yelled, his face contorted. "Slut! So this is what I married, the girl I respected. You had to pay me back, didn't you? You disgusting ..." Roughly he grabbed her arms and shook her.
Connie couldn't believe that he was treating her this way. For the first time since she'd met him, Paul was really mad!
"You liked it, didn't you? The three of you, rolling around like filthy animals, screwing ..."
"Yes!" Connie blurted as though in anger, purposely egging him on. "Just the way you liked rolling around with Irene! That was all right with you! If you didn't mind a little extracurricular fucking, why should I?"
"You lousy, dirty ..."
Paul shook the taunting smile right off her. The glazed awful expression in his face almost frightened Connie. Now she was getting the man she wanted, but what if she got too much?
"You think you can pull this shit on me?" he demanded wildly. "You think you can wave that little cunt around just because of Irene?"
Suddenly he pushed her back on the bed and reached for his pants. They dropped to the floor, and Paul's lovely cock was standing out stiff and hard and throbbing. It was so much smaller than Harvey's that it seemed like a child's, but it was the cock Connie loved, and pussy juice surged between her thighs at the sight of it.
"Baby, you've given away your last free piece, because I'm going to fuck some sense right into you!"
And with that, he roughly jerked her legs apart and slid straight between them, burying his cock right to the hilt!
Connie cried out at the unexpected fierce plunge of his cock into her soaked sore cunt, and she writhed in protest and pleasure as he gouged his prick into her hot little cunt, and pumped and twisted.
Paul planted his hands on her little tits, squeezing and pulling them painfully, smiling at her cries. He took them in his mouth and bit and sucked them until they were wet and bright pink, and the buds of her nipples poked up for his eager mouth as his prick rammed into her.
"You love it, don't you, baby?" he grunted, enjoying Connie's moans. "You like it when I was nice, but now you really love it, don't you?"
"Yesss," Connie hissed, then cried out as he twisted his cock painfully in her much-tortured twat: "Yes . . . oh, yes, you fucking bastard! Fuck me . . . screw me . . . oh, yesss!"
Laughing cruelly, Paul grabbed her thighs and then, with strong rippling muscles, began to raise himself, pulling Connie's ass up with him. He stood up on the bed, bouncing up and down and making the bed jounce her body up to jam her hurting, sopping cunt even harder on his throbbing cock. "You love it, don't you?"
"Yes, I love it!" Connie screamed as her poor overworked little cuntlips ground against the base of his prick.
Paul forced her legs back then farther and farther, just the way he had Irene's last night, until Connie's back was bent in a ball and her asshole winked high in the air. His cock surged into her, pressed by the weight of his body, and Connie shrieked.
Dimly she heard her own voice: "Oh, fuck me . . . fuck me, Paul! It's you I love! Fuck me hard . . . oh . . . ohhh!"
Her expression was glazed, and climax after climax made her precious cunt-cream gush over Paul's balls. He rammed and twisted, gyrating his cock inside her. What Harvey had in pure size, Paul more than made up for with style. His beautiful seven-inch cock pumped out Connie's cuntjuice until she could no longer stand it and was writhing in pure abandon, making little animal noises in her throat.
Then Paul came in huge long spurts, his face wrenched as his cock spat load after load of jism deep in the pit of her cunt, draining him completely. He twisted, gasped out a long drawn moan and collapsed on Connie's worn-out body in a breathless heap.
The newlyweds lay together, hugging and kissing and stroking each other tenderly in the aftermath of their fuck. Paul was smiling gently as his fingers drifted across Connie's weary, filled body.
"You're mine, baby, all of you. Just remember that."
Connie smiled. "That works both ways, darling. Just see that you remember, too!"
The grin on Paul's face told her that he would.
But the fresh memory of Harvey and Irene made her giggle and think: Still, it wouldn't hurt if I reminded him just once in a while . . .