Twisted Nuptials

Cheryl's a filthy pig and her 'wedding' is the 'best' ever.

I

Cheryl, a 23-y/o literature major at the university in Tuscaloosa, Ala., was the only person occupying a trailor in a rural area several miles from town.

And one Wednesday in May, other students had barely left class when Steward, her white, 37-y/o professor, asked, 'Cheryl, can you wait a minute?'

'Sure,' - and she turned toward his desk as he handed her a book titled 'Memoirs of a Victorian Rake' and said, 'Keep it a secret, but I thought this might interest you.'

Cheryl hesitated before she answered, 'Are you a rake?'

'A better question is why you've never tried seducing me,' he responded.

'Come to the Eagle Bar Friday night and I'll tell you,' she replied before she drove to her trailer, had dinner, undressed, cimbed into bed and started reading Count Lorenzo's adventures in London where his butler found anonymous tarts to satisfy the count's lust.

As well, Lorenzo forced postitutes.

'Yes, yes, yes!' Cheryl whispered while she masturbated to an orgasm and began remembering Tina, her single mom, an uptight puritan warning her daugther to 'be a nice girl.'

Because she'd long felt rebellious, however, the vixen protested, 'I don't want to.'

'Stop saying that!' - and Tina slapped her face.

Nonetheless, she resented that Cheryl was a sexy light-brunette, for whom life changed the October, Saturday in Tuscaloosa when she got off a city bus near the Fantasyland Emporium. She'd always been curious about it and ventured inside.

'May I help you?' the handsome, white clerk greeted her.

'I don't know.'

'Not a problem. I'll just check your ID,',' he said, then introduced himself', 'I'm Graham,'

'I'm Cheryl.'

'Your name's almost as lovely as you,' he complimented her.

'You aren't so bad yourself,' she smiled as she wandered into the arcade, peered into an open booth and was startled to see the infamous the smut-queen, Belladonna, rimming her 12 male co-stars in a racy video.

But not before she'd lowered her panties and begun fingering her vag did she realize that Graham had walked up to her with his 12-inched prick exposed.

'You're a dirty, fucking little bitch, aren't you, whore?' he growled.

'Uh-uh!' Cheryl panted as he knocked her hand away and drilled his cock into her virgin pussy.

'My god!' she gasped.

'Quiet!' he snarled

In a bit, he shoved her off his pecker, cum-soiled her panties, zipped up and disappeared.

Cheryl next drew her underwear into place and departed.

'Fuck you, mom! I'm not a nice girl and never will be!' she gloated

Upon vowing to further prove that, she learned that she
relished objectification while 113 men assaulted her
her dignity throughout 5 years, at which point she'd become
a waitress serving drinks 2 nights after she'd urged Steward
to visit her.

'How's the other rake?' hc chuckled as he and 3 white friends entered the Eagle Bar.

'Hi, professor.'

'Jim, Troy and Dan, this is Cheryl. She studies literature,' Steward said.

'A pleasure meetin' ya',' Troy drawled.

'Aren't you a polite hillbilly?' Jim teased him.

'Hey, boys, I'm buying you some beer,' Dan announced, then: - 'Isn't your subject boring, Cheryl?'

'Certain things can be exciting,' she winked.

'I suppose so,' Dan replied.

'I haven't had my break, yet, so follow me,' Cheryl answered while
Steward, Dan, Troy and Jim carried their beverages out to the deserted patio.

They and Cheryl sat around a table and Steward remarked, 'The weather's unusually warm.'

'Yeah. Are you fellows married?' Cheryl inquired.

'Our batting average is 50.50. Steward and Jim are divorced; Dan and I are bachelors,' Troy replied.

'Explain you not having seduced me, Cheryl,' Steward commanded her.

'Could you've handled an extremely promicuous slut? That's the reason I'm not married, though I wish I'd gotten raped during my wedding if I was.'

'You're actually admitting that?' Troy exclaimed.

I mean it,' she confirmed her sincerity.

'Well, I have a perverted idea. Marriage isn't sacred and I'll pretend I'm your husband,' Steward suggested.

'Okay, let's plan the ceremony. First, when,' Jim answered.

'Tomorrow evening at 7,' she said.

'Where?' Jim continued.

'I live deep in the woods. Naturally, I'll expect guys to avoid damaging me in any way. Otherwise, you can abuse and degrade me.'

'Being we're non-violent misogynists, we definitely will,' Dan promised her.

'You bet, whore!' Troy interjected.

'Oh, I nearly forgot. I'll wear a bridal gown,' Cheryl
responded.

'It won't represent virtue or purity!' Steward grinned as she provided directions to her trailer.

Part 2

Despite the caution she'd requested, she instinctively trusted Dan, Steward, Jim and Troy, though she was on pins and needles until the next day, having scarcely donned high-heeled shoes, fishnets and the gown when – wearing boots and leather duds – they rode their motorcycles up to her standing next to a bathtub in her yard.

And she sensed their disdain even before Troy kicked her feet apart and cruelly kneed her in the crotch.

'UUUGGGHHH!' she grunted.

'You deserve my wrath!' he scoffed, then jeered, 'Is this thang a female?'

'Yeah, except 'it' belongs to a lower species!' Dan sniggered.

'Don't be so rude!' Jim laughed, before he straddled her and
slugged his 9-inched cock down her throat.

'Suck - my - dick, you despicable whore!' he bellowed while Steward shoved her to her bottom, knelt and smashed his 7-inched rod into her dripping snatch.

'Eeeeem!' she released a muffled yelp.

'Hell, I should add that you're contemptible beneath all contempt!' Dan told her.

'Uh-hmmm,' - and she nodded, to Jim, Steward, Dan and Troy's disbelief.

'It's impossible to offend her!' Dan expressed his dissapointment.

'Skanks usually are bimbos,' Steward reminded him as he and Jim unplugged Cheryl and dowsed her tresses in sperm.

After that, Dan rolled her to her stomach, stretched-out above her and viciously gouged his 10-inched weapon into her anus.

'OOOOOOH MYYYYYY GAWWWWWD!' Cheryl screamed.

'Suffer!' Troy yelled while stroking his 8-inched penis, with Dan mercilessly pounding her guts until he spilled his seed into and withdrew from them.

Once Troy had flipped her over, he ejaculated into her mouth.

'Swallow that, you stinking piece of swine-shit!' he disparaged her as arousal flooded her loins.

However, Steward dismayed her when he shredded her gown, followed by him, Dan, Troy and Jim repeatedly spitting on her firm, medium-sized tits.

'Shall we hate my sweet wife?' Steward mirthfully asked his cohorts.

'She's too disgusting!' Dan sneered, as the guys laid her in the tub, drenched her in piss, mounted their vehicles and roared off into the dusk before she went to her trailer, kissed the memoirs and ended the evening by saying, 'Thank you so very, very much, Count Lorenzo.'