The Abbotts Ch. 04

"Nervous baby?" my daddy asked me.

"Isn't every girl before she takes the long walk down the aisle?"

"Not being a girl I can't answer that. I was nervous when I married your mother, but it was different with me. I had to stand there with the minister and my best man and hope and pray that your mother would really walk down that aisle to me. I was scared to death that she would change her mind and not show up. You at least get to peek through the curtain and see Jason standing there waiting."

I had no reason to worry. I already knew that Jason was a perfect fit for me and I was crazy in love with him. And I didn't need to be nervous about our wedding night since Jason and I had been bed buddies for months (although my daddy - bless his heart - thought that his little girl was still a virgin). No, the real reason I was nervous is that I was scared to death that the wedding would be called off. I was terrified that when the ceremony reached the part where the minister asked if anyone knew of a reason why Jason and I should not be joined in holy matrimony some one would leap up and say that the wedding shouldn't take place because I was a slut! And why would they do that? Because it was true. I was a slut.

The music started and daddy offered me his arm. I took it and we started down the aisle. As we moved toward a smiling Jason I scanned the assembled guests and saw a good half dozen faces who could do just what I was afraid of. Just as we reached the end of the aisle I glanced at my mother hoping for a reassuring smile and I saw her looking at me and frowning and then my attention was taken up by the minister as he began the ceremony.

As the minister droned on I thought back over the past few years, actually the four since my eighteenth birthday, and the things that I had done that had me in so much of a sweat.

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I had promised myself that I was going to be a "good girl" and walk down the aisle at my wedding a virgin. I promised and I meant it. I fought hard from the time I was fifteen to hold the boys in check and it wasn't at all easy. I liked to kiss and I got into some pretty hot necking sessions where I almost let things get away from me, but I always managed to regain control.

All my good intentions went up in smoke on my eighteenth birthday. It was on a Friday. I was already in college and my sorority sisters took me out to a party to celebrate my birthday. We hit half a dozen parties and ended up at the Pi Kappa Alpha house where they had a kegger going. I wasn't used to drinking, but the girls told me not to worry, that we had a designated driver and what the hell, you only turn eighteen and legally become an adult once in your life. I placed myself in their hands and by the time we got to the kegger at the Pi Kappa house I was feeling no pain.

I had more beer at the frat house and the last thing that I remember with any clarity was dancing on the make-shift dance floor with a couple of Pi Kaps. The rest of the evening was a bit murky. I have vague recollections of pushing a guys hands away from my naked breasts and a guy picking me up and carrying me. I remember bits and pieces of dialog like "...hot assed bitch" and "I'll flip you to see who goes...." I remember a sharp pain and I remember loud moaning, but not much else.

I woke up in the morning naked on a bed between two guys and when they saw that I was awake one of them said:

"Good morning Sunshine. Happy day after your birthday" and before I could say "Who are you?" and "Where am I" and "How did I get here?" he rolled over on top of me and pushed his cock into me. I started to protest but as soon as I opened my mouth to speak the other guy on the bed with us pushed his cock into the open hole. I struggled against them for a bit and then I became aware that my body liked what was happening to it. The urge to fight disappeared and I became a willing participant. The first guy came and pulled out and the second guy moved down and took his place in my pussy. The first guy left the room and was back a few minutes later with two more guys. Another guy stepped forward and pushed his cock in my mouth and after that it seemed like cocks came at me from everywhere. I always had two cocks in me at a time and I didn't even fight it when one guy said:

"Hey! She's got a hole that ain't being used."

My first anal hurt like hell at the beginning, but before the first load was deposited there I was pushing back and loving it and that led to my being what the guys called "air tight" - a cock in all three holes!

By the time they were finished with me I was a dyed in the wool cock loving slut. I remember asking them how many of them did me and when I was told "six" I said:

"If you guys can keep it quiet so that my reputation doesn't get trashed we can do it again."

And they did keep it quiet and we did do it again. We did it at least two times a week until the end of my freshman year and only stopped because we all left school for summer break.

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My new found love of cock did not go away just because I left college for the summer. I tried to be discrete about it and I think I was fairly successful about it as I fucked my way through a good dozen or so men over the summer.

The first one was an accident of sorts. My dad had volunteered me to work in the office of a friend of his as a summer intern. On my second day there I'd stayed late to finish something and had gone to use the conference room table since I didn't have a desk of my own. I opened the conference room door and saw Harvey, my dad's friend, fucking his secretary on the conference room table. Both of them were married only not to each other. As soon as I opened the door both of them looked over and saw me before I quickly closed the door. I ran and got my purse and hurried out of the building.

The next morning when I got to work my section supervisor told me that I was wanted in Harvey's office as soon as I got to work. When I got there Stella, his secretary, gave me a long appraising look and then told me to go right in. Harvey pointed to a chair and I sat down. He asked me if I had told anyone of what I had seen the night before and I told him no. Then he asked me if I was going to tell anyone. I might have been young, but I wasn't stupid. I knew I was in the driver's seat and I also was smart enough to know that I had an opportunity to get what I wanted and still hang onto my untarnished reputation. I told Harvey that I wouldn't tell a soul what I'd seen as long as he made it worth my while. He looked at me for a moment or two and then asked me how much I wanted. I smiled and told him that I wanted some of what Stella was getting. He smiled at me and told me to plan on a long lunch hour. As I left his office Stella looked at me and I saw the question in her eyes and I just smiled at her and got to work.

My "long lunch" with Harvey took place in room 407 of the downtown Hyatt-Regency. We were no sooner in the room than he took me in his arms and kissed me. I let my hand slide down until I got to his zipper and I tugged it down. I reached inside and grasped his already hard cock and started to work it out into the open. We broke the kiss and I knelt in front of him and while he was busy shedding his suit coat, shirt and tie I was sucking his cock. He reached down and pushed me away and told me to get my clothes off and:

"Get your marvelous ass over onto the bed."

After that it was a straight suck and fuck afternoon. He ate me and then fucked me. I sucked him hard and then I climbed on top of him and fucked him. We went sixty-nine and then fucked each other. A shower together put us right back on the bed and we started over. We never did make it back to the office that afternoon.

Over the next two weeks I became intimately acquainted with Harvey's desk, the conference room table, and various rooms at the downtown Hyatt. Then one day Harvey told me that he needed to entertain an out of town visitor and he asked me to go along to make up a foursome for dinner. There was Harvey, Stella, Tom (the out of towner) and me. After dinner, drinks and some dancing the four of us ended up in a hotel room.

There was one large king sized bed and within minutes the four of us were naked and on it. Tom was fucking me and Stella was fucking Harvey right next to me. Tom came first and Harvey only seconds later and as Tom pulled out of me Stella said, "I want me some of that" and she climbed off Harvey and started sucking Tom's cock so I went over and started working on Harvey's limp pecker. After that we swapped back and forth until Stella looked at her watch and said that she needed to get home to her husband and kids. Harvey left to take her back to the office so she could pick up her car. Tom asked me how long before I would have to leave and I giggled and said:

"About one minute after you can't get it up any more."

That proved to be about two hours later.

After that night I "entertained" several of Harvey's customers, clients and suppliers. One extremely memorable evening Stella and I entertained seven of them while lying side by side on a king size bed.

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When I returned to school in the fall I found that my six Pi Kaps were gone. Two had gotten married over the summer, two had gotten engaged, one dropped out of school and the sixth was in jail for trying to sell coke to an undercover cop. I remembered thinking "Thank God he didn't try to get me to use that stuff." There were a couple of cute Pi Kaps that I would have liked to try out, but I decided that if I kept putting out for frat rats and pulling the occasional frat house train the word would get out that I was a slut. I was, but that didn't mean that I wanted it to become common knowledge.

I needed a sex life, but I needed to stay away from college boys. The solution to my problem was simple. I called Harvey and let him know that I was available. All through my sophomore year and the summer that followed I took care of Harvey and whomever he asked me to and that gave me enough of a sex life to keep me happy.

Shortly after the start of my junior year my bother Deuce (his real name is Robert Courtney Abbott., Junior but we started calling him Robert the Second and then Deuce) brought his girlfriend Amber home to meet the family. She was a student, like me, and I liked her. We did a sort of pre-sister in law bonding and this led to us spending some time together when we went back to school. It was because of Amber that my life changed.

One day Amber asked me to have lunch with her between classes. We ate and talked about everything under the sun and when it was time to leave we found that her car had a flat tire. As Amber was getting her spare out of the trunk of her car and absolute 'hunk' walked up and said:

"Let me help you with that."

I'd never in my life believed in that "love at first sight" stuff, but love, lust or whatever I took one look at him and I wanted him. He was gorgeous! While he was changing Amber's tire for her I was trying to think of some way I could hook up with him. He finished changing the tire and then he introduced himself (his name was Jason) and then he asked us if he could buy us a cup of coffee. Amber - God bless her - said she had a class to get to and she took off and left me with Jason. We went inside the restaurant and for the next half hour we sipped coffee and chatted. I told him about myself and then hung on every word as he told me about himself. I was praying that he would ask to see me again and it was all I could do to keep from leaping up and shouting "YES!" when he asked me to have dinner with him.

We went on three dates and he treated me like a virginal princess. He behaved like he was afraid he would scare me off. Outside of some kissing (and he was a damned good kisser) he behaved himself. So I took the bull by the horns. On our fourth date he asked me what I wanted to do and I said:

"I'd like to see your apartment."

"That doesn't sound like much of a date."

"Can you think of a better way to get some insight on a guy than to take a look at his cave?"

As soon as we walked in the door I asked for a tour and after seeing the kitchen/dinning room area (surprisingly neat for a bachelor) and the second bedroom that he had turned into a home office and den he showed me to his bedroom. He opened the door and then stood there as if expecting me to glance inside and move on to the living room and start digging through his CDs. I think I caught him by surprise when I walked into the room, turned to face him and asked as I started to take off my blouse:

"Is the bed comfortable?"

"Are you sure about this?" ha asked.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

As he moved toward me I lied to him and said, "I'm not a virgin, but I have only done it twice. Be patient with me."

He stepped forward and said, "Here, let me" and then he undressed me. When he was done I said, "My turn" and I undressed him. I was on my knees in front of him and I'd taken his trousers off and my eyes were on the same level as his groin. I was looking at the huge bulge in his boxers and thinking "Is he deformed in some way?" I pulled his boxers down and almost fainted. His cock was huge! Not just big, but huge! I'd had dozens and dozens of cocks, but I had never seen one that big and I gulped and said:

"I had no idea. I don't know if I can take it."

He lifted me to my feet, kissed me and said, "You can. I'll be gentle and go slow, but you will take it. You have to because I don't ever intend to let you go and it would be very difficult to be married to a woman I couldn't make love to."

"I've never been proposed to by a naked man before."

"I mean to see to it that no other naked man will ever get the chance."

Bending forward at the waist he tongued my erect nipples and my hand moved down his body and took hold of his huge cock. It was by far the biggest I had ever seen and it was as stiff as an iron bar. I laid back and spread my legs wide and said:

"I need you lover and I need you now."

He moved over me and held me tight as he started to slowly work his hard cock into my already dripping pussy.

"Oh God" I moaned, "You feel so fucking good."

He pushed my legs back to where they almost touched my shoulders and then after several slow and easy strokes he pushed himself in as deep as he could. His strokes started out nice and easy and then they began to get faster as he drove himself into me. I was gasping and moaning and pushing up at him and I had several very strong orgasms - almost like they were one long continuous one - until finally I heard him say that he was about to cum and I felt him start to pull out.

"No" I cried as I clutched him to me, "In me, I want you in me."

He grunted and I felt his hot wetness coat my insides. My pussy clamped on his still rock hard cock as I exploded into one final massive orgasm. When he was soft he pulled out of me and I pulled him down and we kissed.

I saw the stars and the exploding fireworks, heard the bells and whistles as I had orgasm after orgasm and I knew in my heart that I had found my perfect man. I had somehow managed to find the man I was supposed to have.

As we cuddled he murmured in my ear, "Why?"

I knew what he was asking and I answered, "Because you were treating me like a fragile glass figurine or porcelain doll. I've known from the moment you offered to help Amber with her tire that you were the one for me. But the way you were behaving toward me made me think that it would be months and months before you made a move and I decided that I just couldn't wait that long."

My fingers toyed with his cock and I felt it twitch. "Again? Can we do it again?"

I was catching my breath after the second time we made love and I was thinking that I had indeed found my perfect man, but the question was could I keep him? I didn't think that I could if he found out what a slut I was and that meant that I had to tone back on some things. Until we were married I would have to keep things low key. All I would do is make love - have regular intercourse - with Jason. No letting him eat my pussy. No giving him head and no anal, not that I might ever go there anyway because of his size. I didn't believe there was any way in the world that I could accommodate his huge cock in my butt. After the wedding, maybe on the honeymoon, I would tentatively try to suck his cock. I'd make sure to do a poor job of it, but I would gamely keep trying and slowly get better at it and then I might let him talk me into letting him eat my pussy. Slow and easy would be the way and I would let him think that he was the one turning me into a slut for his cock.

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I saw Jason two or three times a week for the next two months and the love making was fantastic. It damned near killed me to keep pushing him away when he wanted to try oral sex and I resisted him trying to get me to do doggie or cowgirl. Several times I had to tell him to slow down and just make love to me and not try to bang the shit out of me like some cheap whore when getting banged is what I really wanted.

But I missed getting my pussy eaten, my butt fucked and swallowing a delicious load so I usually said yes when Harvey called me and asked me to take care of him or one of his friends.

One night after a fantastic love making session Jason handed me a small velvet covered box.

"I sort of proposed the first night we did this, but I thought that it was time to make it official."

The box held a beautiful sapphire cut diamond engagement ring. I put it on my finger and held up my hand and looked at the ring sparkle in the light.

"I guess this means that I have to take you home to meet my parents."

Now that was an interesting night. Mom and dad were there and Deuce had Amber over. The way that Amber looked at Jason made me want to scratch her eyes out even though I knew that she was hooked on my brother. I knew she was teasing, but it still pissed me off when she said that it was a good thing she had already met Deuce when Jason came on the scene or she would have gone after him herself.

Dad and Deuce seemed to like him, but for some reason my mother seemed cool towards him. I got the distinct impression that she did not approve of him and I couldn't for the life of me think why. All I could think was "Too bad mom. He's mine and you have no say in the matter."

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I'd signed up for a school sponsored tour of Europe before I met Jason and the departure date for the trip was fast approaching. I was trying to find some way to get out of going and still get my deposit refunded when Jason told me that I should go. He told me that it might be my only chance to visit foreign countries and that he would probably be busy doing location work and I wouldn't see much of him anyway.

There were sixteen of us in the group that had signed up for the tour; nine guys and three girls. I knew what was in store for me when we all assembled at the airport. One of the guys was Stan. Stan was one of the six Pi Kaps that I'd spent so much time in bed with. I asked him which one of the other five girls was his fiancée and he told me none of them. It seems he and his fiancée had had a falling out and had broken up and then he said:

"I'll be able to devote all my time to you sugar. This is going to be a real fun trip."

I hadn't been looking forward to three weeks without sex anyway and we would be on the other side of the world so what the hell.

Stan screwed me three times in London, four times in Belfast and twice on our first night in Edinburgh. It was in Edinburgh that things changed. When I heard the soft knock at the door I opened it to let Stan come in and saw that he had Rick, another guy on the tour, with him. Before I could say "What the hell?" Stan moved into the room followed by Rick. Stan told me that Rick had been bugging him to set me up with him and Stan told me he knew how much I had loved the gangbangs at the Pi Kappa Alpha house so he decided to bring him along. When I asked how Rick knew to ask, Stan broke out laughing and said: