Chapter 1
The wedding reception was in full swing and everybody was having a grand time laughing and talking, drinking and dancing. Especially Linda Price. She was the bride.
She looked good enough to eat in her white wedding dress, cut low across her jutting young tits and high on her curvy young legs. At the tender age of eighteen, she was a mouth-watering beauty, with rich blonde hair, soft sexy eyes, full ripe lips, a creamy complexion, and lovely throat. She had high pointed tits, a sleek narrow waist and a round curvy ass tapering into long lovely legs. And between them, an adorable golden-haired pussy. In short, Linda Price was luscious from head to toe.
But she didn't know what she was getting into when she married Ted Price. In fact, there were a lot of things Linda didn't know.
She thought Ted married her because he was madly in love with her. She didn't know he would have preferred to go on banging her little sex-box without marrying her, like he had been doing in high school.
Linda thought Ted's father, Ben, was a nice old guy with clear blue eyes and graying hair. She didn't know Ben had forced his weakling son to marry her. Why? Because Ben had always wanted a cute little doll to play with.
Linda thought Ted's twenty-year-old brother, Greg, was a good-looking devil who would some day marry a beautiful woman. She didn't know Greg was waiting for the chance to shove his big hard-on into her soft sexy mouth.
Linda thought the oldest of the Price males, twenty-four-year-old Ron, was a good husband to his pretty wife Jean. She didn't know Ron was ruled by his father's iron will just like the other Price males and that he would do to Linda anything his father ordered.
Sweet, innocent, and in the dark, Linda moved happily about the noisy living room. She paused to chit-chat with one of the guests. She got Mrs. Price a fresh drink. She thanked another guest for her good wishes. Little did she know that hot male eyes burned into her half-naked tits when she leaned over, and caressed her cute little ass when she moved.
She knew she'd be glad when this party was over. Then she would be in her husband's loving arms. Then she could do all the sexy things she'd dreamed of for years. A tremor of excitement rippled through her as she thought of tonight, her wedding night. Oh, Ted, she thought, take me home.
As a lady talked on and on about the joys of marriage and the horrors of young girls who had sex relations outside of marriage these days, Linda thought about her new home. It was a real farm with a small house and big barn. It was a generous wedding present from her nice father in-law, an out-of-the-way spot in the boondocks. He'd even gotten his son a job in the town about ten miles from the farm. Such a nice man.
Linda jumped when a male hand crept along the flesh of her arm. "Oh, Dad," she laughed, seeing her father-in-law. "You scared me."
"How about another dance?" he grinned.
"Well ... sure," she said.
She had hesitated only because dancing with Ben Price was very disturbing to a young girl hot for her wedding night.
As he had been doing all evening, Ben pulled Linda's lithe young body tight against him. This is what made her nervous. All she had on beneath her little dress was a slight bikini bra and teeny-weeny panties, and the way Ben crushed her firm young tits against his hard chest made her little pink nipples stiffen and tingle.
Linda distracted herself by thinking about later tonight when Ted would be sucking her naughty nipples. But then she had to think other things, too, because a big hard thing started poking at her right thigh. Like a seeing-eye dog, Ben's rigid cock found the space between Linda's nice legs and filled it with hot throbbing meat.
Linda could understand this even if it was disturbing. After all, he was a very vigorous male and she was a very sexy girl. Her mirror told her that every day. What bothered her was that the gigantic cock between her legs felt good.
Ben was much taller than Linda, so his crotch was higher. This made his stiff poker press tightly up against her pussy. Since Linda couldn't very well dance with her legs open, her curvy young thighs were sort of milking his big dick as her little cunt rode on it. Linda was soon breathless. Her ripe pink nipples were erect in her little bra, and her wedding-night pussy was hot.
Oh, Ted, she was thinking hotly, why aren't you dancing with me like this? It should be your prick getting me so horny. And, ohhh, am I horny! Ohh, Ted, take me home and rape me!
As Ben whirled her around, Linda saw her husband across the room, talking and laughing with his old buddies. He looked awfully drunk. Linda's heart fell. What if he gets too drunk for our wedding night!
"Dad," she said near her father-in-law's ear.
"Yes, kitten?"
"Ted seems to be drinking an awful lot. He looks drunk."
"Nahhh," Ben said. "He's just having a good time." He felt her sigh, and added, "I'll talk to him about it."
"Oh, thank you," Linda breathed. "He'll listen to you."
"Leave it to me," Ben said, and tightened his hold around her slim waist so he could feel her nice tits on his chest.
Linda relaxed, trusting him completely. She just didn't know that he had ordered his two older boys to slip double shots of whiskey into Ted's drinks. "Operation Price" was in full swing.
When the dance was ending, Ben caught his son Greg's eye and nodded his head.
No sooner did the dance end than a breathless Linda found herself in the arms of Greg. His young prick wasn't as dangerous as his father's monstrous cock, but it was no less tantalizing. Linda's poor little pussy was so hot by this time that anything between her legs was disturbing. In fact, the wild tickle in her belly got so frantic that she wanted the dance to end before she had an accident.
But when the dance ended, there was Ron Price, pulling her against him, crushing her excited young tits to his big chest, filling the hot spot between her thighs with his huge hard-on.
Linda was beside herself with passion now. Oh, Ted, she thought hotly, take me away from here. Carry me to our wedding bed and ravish me! Ohhh, my pussy's so hot!
Ron was saying something about the weather, but he was saying it low, close to her cute little ear. His breath was hot. His cock was throbbing up against Linda's twat. Linda was softly panting.
She panicked when she knew it was going to happen. There was no escape. The dance was only half over. Her jutting young tits were tingling like crazy. Her pussy was on fire. The cock she was riding was divine.
Maybe he won't know, she thought desperately. She closed her thighs on his pulsing prick. Her clit squeezed down on it. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders. Then, as calmly as she could, she came into her little panties. She held her breath to keep from moaning or gasping as pleasure flooded her belly and poured throughout her hot little twat.
Ohhh, Ted, she thought, if you don't take me home and fuck me, I'll scream!
A commotion across the room brought her orgasm to a swift end. Ted Price had fallen down drunk.
When Linda reached the scene she heard her father-in-law saying, "He never could hold his liquor."
Linda gazed down at her unconscious husband and she groaned in despair.
"Nothing to worry about, kitten," her father-in-law assured her. "He'll be all right." He turned to his other sons and said, "Greg. Ron. Get him into my car."
He slipped his arm around Linda's waist and guided her to his car as the Price boys dumped their brother into the back seat.
Ben helped Linda into the front seat and waved the guests back. "Go back to the party, folks. Enjoy yourselves. I'll just take my son home."
When he got behind the wheel, Linda was sitting sadly with her lower lip between her teeth. She heaved a sigh as the car started down the road.
Ben reached across the seat and gave her lovely naked thigh a squeeze. "He'll be all right, he'll be all right," he kept telling her.
Linda couldn't hold back her pent-up feelings any longer. "I know he'll be all right," she said. "But when?"
Ben's hand returned to the steering wheel and Linda twisted to look into the rear seat. Her left knee came up onto the seat, but her right leg was stretched out beside Ben, her foot on the floor.
Peering into the back seat, she said, "He looks dead. God, what a mess. And tonight of all nights! You don't know how I've looked forward to my wedding night. I mean for years! A girl's wedding night should be special, something she'll never forget. I've dreamed of a man making me his wife. I don't mean Ted. I mean, even as a little girl I dreamed of some man giving me happiness." She sighed and said, "I guess I sound like a silly female to, you."
"Not at all," Ben said soothingly. "Not at all." His hand stole up along her thigh, stroking gently. "A girl should have dreams and desires."
"But now they're ruined," Linda said.
"Maybe not," Ben said. His hand rose higher.
Linda looked with heavy heart at her snoring husband. The fingers on her thigh were driving her crazy. She had been so worked up all day. And those dances had turned her pussy into a hungry little mouth!
She glanced at her father-in-law. He was such a nice man. So what if he touched her? It can't do any harm. Besides, it was Ted's fault that she was in this helpless condition.
"God, he stinks like whiskey," Linda said. She moved a little, as if to see better. The movement put Ben's fingertips at the edge of her little panties. A shiver ran through her as two conflicting emotions battled in her aroused young pussy.
"All I wanted was his love," she said weakly. "If he only knew how I need it."
"I'm sure he does," Ben said kindly. His fingers moved and gently smoothed over the crotch of her panties. They were pleasantly moist. And through them he could feel the sharp outline of her perfect little pussy lips. He stroked them.
"Ohhh, I hope he wakes up," Linda said breathlessly. "I'd hate this night to go by just like any other night."
"I don't think it will," Ben said. The tips of his surprisingly gentle fingers curled into the crotch of her panties and slowly eased it aside. Holding it with his ring finger and pinky, he smoothed the end of his middle finger along the nice crack of her hot little cunt.
Linda sucked in her breath when his fingertip touched her stiff and swollen little clit. He was rubbing it. She tried to act as if nothing was happening, but inside her belly a tremendous fuck-urge was growing. How could she stop him? She couldn't even think! This was her wedding night and her twat was primed for male attention. It needed sex!
Ohhh, Ted, she thought hotly, how could you do this to me? You stupid, stupid man! Ohhh, how I need it!
Ben's fingers eased down her wet slit and slowly slipped into her soaked little fuck-hole. Linda gasped. His finger was so big! She shivered as it came up into her.
Ah, yes, Ben was thinking, just as I thought. Like sticking your finger in the end of a garden hose!
Linda shuddered and Ben said, "Don't cry, kitten."
She started to say she wasn't crying, but bit her tongue and let some tears roll down her pretty face.
"Ohh, Dad," she sniffled as all of his big finger got up into her wet sex-box. "I've longed for this night."
"Of course, you have," Ben said. "A pretty girl like you deserves the best wedding night. A full night of tender love and passionate kisses and complete surrender."
His poetic words were like salve on her wound. "Ohh, Dad," she breathed. "You're so understanding." Her passion overwhelmed her common sense. She turned to him on the seat with knees parted.
Slipping her arms around his neck, she pressed her warm lips to his ear and whispered, "You're so nice to me." And she lowered her ass till her furry little cunt was impaled on his marvelous finger.
"Cry it out," Ben murmured.
So Linda "cried it out." Her pussy never shed so many tears before! She clung to Ben's neck, breathing heavily, and humped her fuck-urge on his finger. Her sweet young cunt drenched it.
When the flood waters subsided, Linda sat beside him, panting. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. But with the taming of her fuck-urge came cool reasoning.
Oh, my God, she thought, did I let him do that? Oh, I don't know what got into me! Yes, I do. His finger! My own father-in-law! Oh, God!
Overwhelming embarrassment replaced her earlier overwhelming fuck-urge. She looked over at Ben. He seemed normal enough. What was he thinking of her? That she wasn't a good girl?
In a panic, she blurted, "Dad, please, forgive me for ... crying. I don't know what came over me."
"Don't give it a thought," Ben said.
"But I wouldn't want you to think I'm like that," she said. "I mean, I was just upset. All the excitement and everything. I mean..."
"It's all right, kitten," Ben said. "No one will ever know. It's between you and me."
Relieved, Linda sighed and said, "Thank you, Dad."
She was feeling quite relaxed when Ben drove into the yard in front of the old farmhouse. She didn't know that her unforgettable wedding night was only beginning.