Allie and Nicole (22)

F/f F+/f F+/f+ exhibition teen WaterSport BDSM slavery bondage HighSchool humiliation nc Serious

Foreword : This tale is from the author Annie the slick.
She wrote two other stories : "Modern Maid" et "L.E.Z. – The Lesbian Sorority".
Some month ago, after email contact, Annie gave me the permission to translate this story in french.

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Synopsis: Allie is a 15 year old girl that loses both her parents in an auto accident. She is taken in by her one time babysitter, Nicole, who has always lusted after her. Poor Allie is humiliated and forced to satisfy her new Mistress in many inventive ways.

Part 22 – The Wedding
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Starring:

Deep breath: Allie, Lauren, Alex, Coquette, Miranda,
Susan, Nicole, Isis, Tawnee, Elizabeth, Aurora.
If I missed someone then too bad.

The beautiful day.  Wed, bred and fed.  What a day.
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It was the wedding day.

Coquette knew she had to provide extra special service to her mistress.  She snuck into her room at 5:30 to begin getting everything ready.  As soon as she had the bathroom already for Lauren she stripped off her maid uniform and knelt by the bed.

“Miss Lauren, it’s time to wake up, it’s your wedding day.”  Lauren rolled over facing away from Coquette.  Coquette knew this as part of the game, they’d been playing for months now, ever since Lauren’s mom had made her Lauren’s bedroom maid.

Coquette carefully lifted the covers up and crawled into bed with the other girl, it was why she had come in so early she wanted enough time to fully enjoy Lauren’s teen body for the last time.  Tomorrow it would be different, Lauren would belong to Tawnee and Coquette was unsure if her services would still be required.

She spooned up next to Lauren, “What would Mademoiselle like this morning?”  She whispered.

“You know what I want, lick me like Allie, I want to dream of her again.”

Coquette smiled, Lauren had been fixated on her ass ever since Allie had been here earlier in the week.  Coquette had been licking more anus than pussy as of late.  She crawled under the covers and made her way to Lauren’s privates.

Lauren sighed as she woke to her fantasy of her lover.  She felt her blood rise as her bedroom maid’s tongue explored her anus.

****

After her shower, Coquette led the naked Lauren from the bathroom and out into the bedroom proper.  She led her to the center and then let go of her hand.  Lauren stood there and waited.

She first helped Lauren into some silk stockings.  Rolling them up her legs slowly, both girls enjoying the feeling of the silk on the finely shaped legs. 

Coquette opened the closet and brought out the wedding dress.  It shown in the dawn light like pearls.  It hung flimsy like it was made of spider silk.  Coquette brought it over and held it up in front of Lauren.

“You will look spectacular in this dress.”  With that she began to help the bride into it. 

It was a delicate task, the dress was cut so as to accentuate Lauren’s form.  It was form fitting and unforgiving in a few locations.  The hips and waist were tight.  The back was cut open in a large oval, synched together at the neck and just above her ass and open between.  The front fit her like a body suit, her breasts showing their full shape the curves fully exposed, the nipples poking sharp points.

It looked like it was painted on.

Coquette couldn’t resist, she reached up and pinched Lauren’s nipple through the lacy fabric.

Coquette knelt and helped Lauren with her white patent leather pumps, caressing the stocking covered legs.  She reached up the dress from her position on the floor, all the way to the top of her stockings.  Lauren started breathing a bit heavier.

Her hand snaked up the girl’s inner thigh and touched the moist pussy lips.

“Does Mademoiselle desire something more?”  With that she gently entered the bride to be with just a fingertip of one slender finger.  Gently and barely splitting Lauren’s dripping labia.

“Yesssss!”

Coquette, pushed further, two knuckles deep.  Then back out to barely touching.

“More still?”

“Yesss! Oh goddammit Coquette, yess!”

Coquette sank her finger fully into Lauren’s pussy and wiggled it gently.  Lauren moaned.

“Mademoiselle is quite wet.”  She pulled the finger out and re-entered Lauren with a two fingers and started to finger fuck the girl.  She thrust her two fingers deep inside, stopped and held them there for a few seconds and then pulled out, leaving the girl flustered and craving. 

“I’m sorry Mademoiselle, I don’t have time to continue.”

Lauren rubbed her thighs together trying to get off as Coquette stood and put the veil on her.  She then stood back to survey her handiwork.  Before her stood a work of art to rival any statue of the renaissance.  A Botticelli encased in pearl white lace.

“Mon due!  Miss Lauren!”  She brought her hands to her face, “you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.”  She was overcome with emotion as she saw this bride-to-be in front of her.  Smiling and almost crying she hugged her, an honest emotional reaction to Lauren’s stunning beauty.

“I must go.  You must come down and present yourself to your Mother.”  With that she ran out of the room.

****

Lauren came down the main staircase in resplendent perfection.  A princess in white.  Each step a precise placement as if she was born for this act, this farce of a comedy.

She played her part well; she kept repeating to herself Allie’s promise of freedom after the reception.  Only those thoughts kept her sane.  Only the promise of redemption allowed her to place each foot in front of the other.

Alex and the entire house staff waited in the foyer as the bride to be made her way down the grand staircase.  She looked like an angel; the dress hugged her body and wrapped Lauren’s beauty in white lace like fine porcelain.  The veil was cut to come down just above her breasts, hiding her face demurely behind it.

The women gathered at her feet were stunned by her presence.  Even Alex was momentarily struck to insignificance by the majesty on display.

As she approached the illusion changed.  It was as if Lauren walked through a fog into the clear, the soft focus of the dress sharpened.

The dress was a trick of genius, made to look demure but only from a distance.  As Lauren approached it faded into nothingness.  The lace became that, merely lace.  Hiding nothing, enticing the onlooker to imagine things, naughty things, moist and wonderful things.  Drawing sexual thoughts upon the bride like oil.  The light shone through it, skin was clearly seen, a nipple here, her peach fuzz covered mons, no bra.  Nakedness would be more naked.

Lauren reached the group gathered at the foot of the staircase and they remained stunned, although now it was a ravenous shock of fantasy that held them still.  Here she was now transformed into a sexual goddess to satisfy all their wishes.

Finally Alex broke the silence, “My god!”  

I am going to pay that seamstress double. She thought to herself.

“Bring her.”  Said Alex, she needed satisfaction and they didn’t have much time.

Miranda grabbed one of Lauren’s arms.  Coquette looked torn but one stern look by Alex and she grabbed Lauren’s other arm.  Lauren snapped out of her princess daze and started to struggle against the two maids.

“No, NO GOD DAMMIT!”  she turned to Coquette, “Coquette stop this, not you too, please stop!” 

Coquette started crying softly but shook her head and together with Miranda they dragged her into the living room.  Susan removed Alex pants.  Alex sat down in her cane backed chair.

“Bring the little slut bride to me.”  And she spread her legs, casually putting one leg over the arm of the chair.  “And girls…don’t damage that glorious dress.”

Coquette and Miranda brought Lauren forward and placed the girl on her knees in front of Alex’s spread thighs.

“Now girl, I have refrained from using you as I felt it not proper given our relationship as mother and daughter.”  She smiled wickedly, “But on this occasion, the occasion of your wedding where your obedience is being transferred to Tawnee, I feel you owe it to me.”

She waved at the two maids.  They lifted her veil out of the way and pushed Lauren’s face down until her lips were in contact with her step-mom’s pussy.  “God Lauren, I’ve been dreaming of this since the day your father died.” 

Lauren did nothing, she kept her lips tightly closed.

“Come on girl begin licking, I don’t want to have to whip you, it would be a bothersome task without hurting your spectacular dress.”

Lauren shook her head side to side.

“Very well.”  Grimaced Alex, “Susan can you carefully pull her dress up so it doesn’t become damaged.  If she wants to go to her wedding with visible welts on her ass so be it.  It will only prove to those attending that she is a disobedient little trollop and that her future wife will have to beat her as well.  Nothing but the truth I suppose.”

Lauren felt the dress being slid up and out of the way, exposing her ass for whipping.  Susan brought a four foot cane down gently to touch the superbly shaped ass cheeks. 

“You have one last chance here Lauren, these welts which you will receive will be completely viewable by everyone at the wedding.  You will lick my pussy, whether it is before getting a beating or after, is no concern of mine.”

Lauren shook her head again, her lips sliding back and forth across Alex’s pussy as she did so.  Alex raised her hand and Susan drew back the cane, an evil glint was in Alex’s eye.  Lauren looked up, their eyes locked, her lips still tightly closed.

“Three,” Alex said and smiled down at the girl with her closed mouth pressed against her quim.

“Two…come girl this is pointless…but in the end so enjoyable,” Alex rubbed her pussy against Lauren’s closed mouth.

“One…”  Just as Alex was beginning the motion to drop her hand, Lauren’s lips parted and her tongue snaked out, Alex held her palm out to Susan and the cane stayed put in the ready position.

“Ahh yessss, give it to your mommy, that’s what she wants,” Alex leaned back a bit more comfortably in the chair and pressed her pussy into the girl’s licking tongue more.

“With enthusiasm girl,” said Susan as she tapped Lauren’s bare ass with the cane as a reminder.  Lauren tried to forget herself, tried to imagine she was licking Allie’s pussy and not her step-mom’s.  Coquette and Miranda held her face tightly to Alex’s vagina and she went about her business with an expert tongue.

Soon she had her step-mom moaning and Alex added her hand to the back of Lauren’s head.

“FUCK, gawd your good.”  And she started to hump on the girl’s tongue, ramming her mound into the girl’s nose.  “Ahhh,  OOOh,  fuck yeah, eat me you little cunt!  Ahhhh!”  

Lauren tried to continue her licking but Alex’s humping of her face made it impossible.  Alex was rubbing her pussy all over her face as she approached her orgasm.

“AAAahh I’m Cumming you BITCH!”  And Lauren felt Alex’s pussy squirt juice over her face.  “Yeah! Oh god…”  Alex slowed her grind until she was just rubbing her cunt against the girl’s chin and mouth.  “God that was great.”  And she released the back of Lauren’s head.

Coquette and Miranda pulled Lauren back away from their Mistress’s pussy.  Lauren coughed and heaved in a deep breath.  Her face was wet with Alex’s pussy juice.

“Oh my dear, I’m sorry I smeared all your fine makeup.”  She turned and spoke to Coquette, “Fix her, but do not wash any of my pussy juice off her face, I want her to remember me as she says her vows to her new Mistress.”  She smiled down at Lauren, “Think of it as an early wedding present.”

Coquette helped Lauren to stand and then did as she was told, she didn’t know what to say, she felt as if she had betrayed Lauren.  Did she have feelings for her?

****

When Coquette and Miranda had Lauren put back together they brought her back before her step-mom.

Lauren saw that Alex had another girl naked and kneeling in front of her, her wrists tied behind her, tightly bound to her ankles.  She wore a hood but Lauren knew immediately who it was, she would recognize the body of her lover anywhere.  It was Allie.

“Ahh I see I can’t hide the identity of our guest from you.”  She pulled off the hood and Lauren could see the ballgag in Allie’s mouth preventing her from speaking.  Allie looked around the room and spotted Lauren and shook her head slightly.

“Allie..” said Alex as she jerked the chain leading to the collar around the girl’s throat, “Allie did you know that my daughter loovess you?”  And with that Alex smiled.

The smile left, “It will be her undoing.”  Alex pushed Allie with her foot until she fell, unable to balance.

Alex stood up over the hogtied girl, still holding the leash, one foot on each side of her bought whore.

“Do you know what I have here Lauren?” said Alex as she pointed down at Allie below her.

Lauren shook her head.

“I have your cooperation.”  Alex smiled and lifted one of her dress shoes and started to gently rub the toe into Allie’s pussy.  The shiny toe of the impeccable shoe split the girl’s bare vulva and almost entered her vagina.

“I…I…don’t understand.” Said Lauren.

“Lauren.  You know me to be a serious woman correct?”  She said almost casually while looking down at Allie as she started to grind her toe forcefully into the teen’s sex.

Lauren just nodded.

“You know this deal, of which you are the sweetener, is the most important one I have ever done.”

Lauren started to understand and shook her head slightly.

“If you don’t go through with the marriage today…”  She was still rubbing her toe rhythmically into Allie’s cunt.  Allie was starting to get wet, she couldn’t help herself.

Lauren shook her head more vigourously, “No, you can’t.” she whispered, now seeing how evil Alex truly was.

“If you don’t do as I demand and marry Tawnee than…I shall KILL Allie.”  With that she pushed her toe firmly and forcefully down on the girl’s mons eliciting a moan, part in pain part in pleasure.

“No, no no, you can’t.”

“Don’t argue with me you piece of fuck!”  Alex stepped over Allie removing her toe from the girl’s vagina.  “I’ve worked hard for this and you will do what is required!”  She added emphasis by poking Lauren between her lace covered breasts with her finger.

Lauren started crying.

“You know me to be serious.  You now understand that you must go through with it, you know this is not an idle threat.”

Lauren just continued crying.

Alex turned to Susan, “Put the whore in the trunk of my Jag.”  Turning back to her daughter, she smiled a warm smile, “We’re going to church for Lauren’s wedding day.”

****

The church was full.

They watched as the wedding party entered.  In a caricature of a groom, Tawnee entered first wearing a black tuxedo tailored for a woman.  Form fitting and flattering; she pulled it off with a string of black pearls instead of a bow tie.  She looked ravishing.

The audience hushed and the organ began and everyone turned to watch as in came the Bride.

There was a stunned intakes of breath as she was visible to the assembled crowd for the first time.  Lauren felt the power she had over them, her beauty overpowering.  They were all of them insignificant to her goddess like beauty.

She stood still for a moment actually relishing the feeling.  The perfection of the moment.

Then she began to walk down the aisle towards her wife to be.  She was broken inside.  With Allie as a prisoner of her step-mom and she saw no other way out but forward.

As she made her way down the flower peddle strewn aisle the illusion she presented to the gathered crowd once again changed from awe to lust.  The women could all see through the charade of propriety into the truth of whoredom. 

Their lustful gaze hit her like knives.    

She continued her slow wedding march, once again merely focusing on putting one step in front of the other. She forced herself to walk through the wrongness of it all, hoping against hope that at the other end she would be free.

When she approached the dais, Alex stood and took her hand, the music stopped as Alex leaned in closely, “Remember Allie.”  She whispered.  Lauren shivered ever so slightly from fear.

The female pastor came forward.

“Who gives this woman to be married?”  She asked.

“I do.” Responded Alex.

She placed Lauren’s hand into the waiting hands of Tawnee and sat down.

As Lauren walked up the three steps to the dais to stand with Tawnee, there was an audible gasp that came from the crowd.  A trick of the lighting of the church made Lauren’s dress virtually transparent.  For all those sitting in the pews of the church, Lauren appeared naked. 

They could see all the curves of her body.  They could clearly see her nipples poking out and the crease of her ass cheeks.  They could see the curve of the pert young breasts, how they hung tight and proud from the bride’s chest.  For some of the lucky ones on the right side of the church, they could just make out the girl’s pubic hair, faint though it was it was still obviously visible.

The only piece of clothing that didn’t completely disappear in the light was her veil.  Tawnee in her feminine cut tuxedo was marrying a virtually nude Lauren.  There were more than a few moistening pussies in the audience and imaginations ran wild with ravishing thoughts.

Click click went the wedding photographer.

The Ceremony went on with all the appropriate events.  Readings, homilies, the service contained all the necessary pieces and through it all Lauren stood up in front of the assembled women, naked but for a film of lace.  Lauren participated as she had to; all the while her thoughts were on Allie.

Finally the priestess asked, “Do you have the rings?”

Tawnee pulled them out of her pocket.  She gave one to Lauren.  They were identical: one big diamond in the center and several stringing down along the band.  The priestess helped Lauren place the ring over Tawnee’s ring finger.

“Lauren will you please repeat after me.”

“I Lauren Jacobs”

“I Lauren Jacobs.”  She said with a slight tremble in her voice as she continued to repeat the vow spoken by the priestess…

“Take thee Tawnee Cantrell to be my wedded wife.”  She looked at the other girl through a light headed haze.  This all seemed a dream to her.  A nightmare.  The vow flowed from the priestess through her still.

“All that I am and all that I have, I offer to you.”  All?!

“From this day forward I will obey you, be devoted to you, prize you above all others and remain faithful to you all the days of our lives.” ?!All the days of our lives?!

The priestess smiled and then turned to Tawnee.  Tawnee placed her ring on Lauren’s ring finger.

“Tawnee will you please repeat after me”

“I Tawnee Cantrell take thee Lauren Jacobs to be my wedded wife.”  Tawnee smiled at this, a wicked grin of satisfaction.

“From this day forward I accept your obedience, your devotion, your faithfulness and promise to guide you and lead you through all the days of our lives.”

“With the power vested in me by the great state of New York, I now pronounce you woman and wife.” Spoke the priestess triumphantly.

“You may kiss the bride.”

Tawnee brought Lauren against her and kissed her deeply.  As she did so she turned Lauren’s back to the audience and then snaked a hand down the back of Lauren’s dress.  The crowd started clapping.

“It is my pleasure to introduce to you all for the first time.  Mrs. and Mrs.Tawnee Cantrell.”

And with that the two girls walked down the aisle and out of the church.

****

The doors to the limo closed as they said goodbye to the crowd and as it pulled away Tawnee tackled Lauren and the two girls started wrestling.  They knew what was at stake.

Lauren’s virginity.

Lauren scrambled to the back of the limo as Tawnee grabbed her by her waist, she reached up her dress, pushing it up out of the way.

“Can’t we talk about this Tawnee?” 

“Sure Lauren, Let’s fuck, what do you say.” As she let her reluctant lover escape momentarily.

She knelt in the front of the limo and unzipped the fly to her tuxedo and pulled a black cock out.  It protruded 8 inches out into the air, looking mean and ready to penetrate Lauren’s vagina.

Lauren shook her head, “What is it about you and strap-ons anyways?”

Tawnee laughed and dove into the wrestling match again, trying to pin Lauren against the back of the car, Lauren fought valiantly, but soon found herself pressed between Tawnee and the back seat.  Her legs spread forcefully now to either side of the other girl, she tried to hit her, but Tawnee caught her hand.

Lauren tried to push back against Tawnee, but the other girl was stronger.  The head of Tawnee’s cock was searching for her defenseless quim, trying to find its home.  Poking, poking, it pressed under her ass, then briefly at her vagina opening but Lauren gasped and shifted quickly popping the plastic cock on top of her mons. Lauren struggled, until finally Tawnee had her pinned securely against the back seat, her two wrists caught, her legs splayed to either side of Tawnee’s crotch and her black dildo lying on the peach fuzz mound, waiting menacingly.

Lauren was helpless.  She stopped struggling and looked Tawnee in the eyes.

“Please Tawnee, be gentle with me.”  She couldn’t think of a way to fight anymore, she just didn’t want to be brutalized.

“You want me to be gentle?  I’ve fucked you in the ass a dozen times as hard as I want, you know I can take you.  Why should I be gentle now?”

“Because I will be a good wife and fuck you back if you do.”

“Oh you will, will you?”  Tawnee thought for a moment, “If that’s the case then prove it.  I want you to take my cock in your own hands and guide it into your vagina.”  She let go of Lauren’s hands but still pressed down on the girl’s legs.

Lauren reached down and felt the large shaft of the plastic cock resting on her tummy.  It felt huge, she glanced down.  What would if feel like in her pussy?  Would it feel like it does in her ass?  It looked so big.  She bit her lower lip in apprehension.

“Back up a little.”  She said finally as she grabbed the shaft in her hand, it felt so big.

Tawnee leaned off Lauren a bit, a little gap opened up between them.  Lauren bent the fake cock a bit and positioned it at the entrance to her quim.

“Remember Tawnee, gentle.”

Tawnee leaned in a little, the head of her cock pressed into Lauren’s lips.

“Slowly.”  Lauren closed her eyes and leaned her head back as the cockhead of her wife penetrated her vagina. 

“Oohhh ooooh, yeah, slowly…ooh… back out now.”  Lauren placed her hands in the small of Tawnee’s back as her wife pulled back and then leaned down on Lauren again.  Three inches were inside her.  Back out and back in slowly four inches and Lauren felt the tip against her hymen.

“You’re there Tawnee, I can feel you at my hymen.”

“I’m going to take your virginity now Lauren and make you my wife.”  With that she pulled back again and pressed in against the small flap of skin.  Lauren scrunched her eyes together as the skin ripped, “AAHHHHEEE!”  And with that Tawnee was through and her cock pressed in deeper.

“ahha  haaeeee, owweee. Oweeeeee! ”  Lauren cried as Tawnee started to fuck her virgin wife in slow strokes that got deeper with each thrust.  She kept up slow long strokes until the pain began to leave Lauren’s vagina.

“Feeling better now?”

“a bit.”

She began to enjoy the feeling of vaginal sex, it was definitely different than anal.  It felt weird to her in a way after getting used for weeks in the ass.  She was so used to being ass-fucked this was a totally new experience; she might like it better even.

“I’ve got a surprise for you.” Said Tawnee as she began to increase her pace.

“What is it Tawnee?”  Said Lauren as she cupped Tawnee’s tight ass through the tuxedo pants.

“I can cum with this cock.”  Tawnee stopped for a minute and held four inches of her cock inside Lauren as she pulled something from her pocket.  It looked like a plastic ball, about the size of a tennis ball.

“See this? This is full of cum, when I squeeze it, it comes out of my dick just like a real one.”  She put it back in her pocked and started fucking Lauren again.  Lauren was in shock and tried to think what to do.

“But it isn’t real is it Tawnee?  The semen, it’s just fake, like the cock right?”  She put her hands up against the stronger girl’s shoulders.

“You’re right Lauren you can make fake semen pretty easily, but I found something better.”

Lauren’s stomach did a flip flop, “What did you find?”

“Well it turns out my dad had a bunch of his semen frozen before he died, so I filled it with that. I’m gonna be cumming inside you with my dad’s seed.  I am going to impregnate you with as close as I can come to my own semen.”

“No, Tawnee, don’t do this.  This wasn’t part of the bargain.”

“What do you mean Lauren?  You’re my wife. I can fuck you anytime I want.  And what do you think ‘consummate’ means. Just fucking with a shaft of plastic?”  She started to speed up and really fuck the other girl.

“Consummate means ejaculate, and to be official it needs to be REAL. I am going to consummate this marriage before we get to the reception, you are going to have my seed inside you for the whole reception, you are going to feel my cum inside you and know me for your wife and Mistress and yes HUSBAND.  You are mine to do with as I wish.”  Her speed increased even more until Lauren was getting pounded against the back seat relentlessly.

Lauren was shaking her head helplessly as she was getting fucked.  The rapid fire fuck was bringing her closer to an orgasm against her wishes, she fought against the rising wave of pleasure, but it continued its rise. 

Then Tawnee pressed fully into her and stopped.

“Are you ready my whore-wife?”

Tawnee held Lauren firmly too her with her cock fully embedded in Lauren’s deflowered vagina.  Her black tuxedo pants pressing against the naked crotch of her wife, her fake cock poking out of the fly and straight into Lauren. 

“Here I cum”

She held the cum bladder up for Lauren to see it and then squeezed it.  Lauren felt the true-jism ejaculate inside her.  Tawnee deposited her semen inside her bride, she had her own mini-orgasm at the mere thought of impregnating Lauren with her seed.

She stayed buried inside the girl as she squeezed the sac in slow forceful presses.  As Tawnee finished squirting her seed deep into Lauren’s womb, Lauren felt her orgasm grow nearer despite her best efforts to fight it.  She shivered and gave out a quiet moan, as she reached around to Tawnee’s ass and pulled her girl-husband as deep as she could into her.

“eee”  squeaked Lauren, still fighting against ecstacy.  “mmmmmmm”  She tried to bite her lip and hold the orgasm at bay, but it was useless, it washed over her as her marriage to Tawnee was completely consummated.  She felt each spurt of cum into her and with each one her orgasm jolted a bit stronger.  Tawnee drove on Lauren’s pubic mons, staying fully embedded but rocking, and driving her wife against the back seat, lengthening and strengthening her bride’s orgasm.

“Yes my slutty wife, you loved getting fucked on the way to the reception.”

Lauren continued to cum as the limo pulled up at the reception. Tawnee started to move inside her wife with a few final strong strokes.  Then she pulled out and leaned back, leaving her wife exposed and shaking.  She pulled out a white kerchief from her tuxedo pocket and wiped the extra semen and drips of blood off her strap-on dildo with it, then handed it, semen and blood stained now, to Lauren and zipped her cock back in her pants.

“You may want that to wipe off before we have to go.”

Lauren absent mindedly took it from Tawnee, she stayed sprawled against the back seat with her legs completely spread, her pussy completely exposed and Tawnee’s seed mixed with a few drips of blood from her deflowering, dribbling out of her cunt.  She was in a sexual haze and still shaking slightly from the forceful fuck she had just received.

Her virginity had been taken.  She had been made a woman by Tawnee, her girl-husband / wife / mistress.

“You’d better cover up wife, we’re here, we need to get to the receiving line.”

The limo door opened and Lauren quickly put her dress down hiding her nakedness.

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