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 Stephanie's Dilemma

   The Marriage

   "I do" Stephanie replied to the priest's final question.  As she turned
to Charles so he could plant the customary kiss, she couldn't help but
notice her brother-in-law Richard who was standing behind his brother.  She
felt Charles' lips meet hers, her lips parted automatically, Charles would,
should, never know that at that moment it was fear for his younger that
filled his pretty bride's mind instead of love for him.

   Stephanie went through the motions at the church on automatic.  She
couldn't wait to get out of the glare of their friends and relatives.  She
had imagined this day a million times since her childhood.  This marriage
was a childhood dream come true.  But over the past year, the dream had
turned into a nightmare.

   Once back at the mansion, Cathy, her sister-in-law, escorted her to her
room.  She would have an hour in which to change and get ready for the
reception.  In that hour, she would not only ready herself for the
reception, she would also commit adultery.  A hour into her married life,
even before she slept with her husband another man would know her.

   "Okay!  Do you want to take a bath?  I'll run it for you", Cathy
offered.

   Stephanie had to get rid of her before her lover came.

   "Cathy, I'd like some time alone.  The day has been so", she paused for
the right word, "exacting".

   Cathy looked at her with a worried expression on her face.

   "Are you okay?" she asked.

   "I'm fine.  I just need some time.  Please" Stephanie pleaded.

   "Sure", Cathy left the room.

   Stephanie sat on the bed.  It would be more apt to say, collapsed.  Her
breathing was heavy.  She was to wait for him in her bridal clothes.  So
she waited.

   She didn't have to wait long.  There was a tapping on the balcony door
before long.  She turned and looked at her brother-in-law.  She quickly
locked her door and then went and opened the balcony door to let him in.

   "Did anybody see you?" she asked anxiously.

   "Do you care?" he threw the question at her.

   He unzipped his fly and pulled out his huge organ.

   "Isn't this all that you care for love?" he sneered.

   She was mesmerized, as usual, by his member.  He had been fucking her
for a year now, but every time her eyes fell on the monster her cunt
responded.

   She knelt down.  She knew what was expected of her.  This was Richard's
revenge on his brother.  A brother who was everything he detested.  A
brother who was the family's darling as Richard was its black sheep.

   Today, like every time in the past year, he would demean her and make
her behave like the slut only the two of them knew she was.

   He walked to where she was.  Her tongue hungrily reached out for his
penis.  She couldn't hold it in her hands, that was a rule.  She held the
entire length of her tongue out.  He rested his organ on it.  She spread
her lips wide and began to let it slip into her mouth.  Her arms went
around his thighs, holding his ass cheeks as her mouth moved too and fro on
his penis.

   "Rub it all over your face slut" he commanded.

   She pulled the organ out of her mouth and let it trail all over her
face. The action left a trail of fluid, a mixture of her spit and his
pre-cum.  The aroma of his manhood filled her nostrils.  She grabbed the
base of his penis and directed the tip so every inch of her face was
coated. Then she let it back into her mouth and began to work on it
earnestly.  She had to get him to shoot his load as soon as possible.  She
didn't have much time.

   He pulled out of her mouth again and this time let it roam in her hair.
She knew she was done far.  She would have been able wash away the smell
from her face but now the smell would linger.

   She looked at him and his eyes betrayed the wickedness that she knew lay
within him.

   "On the bed slut.  She gathered herself and lay on her back and raised
her legs.  She knew he liked to see her in this position.  She held her
thighs with her hands and spread them.  He climbed on her and she felt his
organ slide into her.  Even though he was so huge he slid in easily and
that made her shame even greater.

   "Slut, wet slut" he whispered in her eyes.

   She moaned, oblivious to the insult.  She was filled with the pleasure
of having a penis inside her and that took care of any conscience that she
might had had.  She bucked along with him, meeting him stroke for stroke.

   "Ask me for it" he hissed.

   "Give me your cum" she pleaded.

   "Not enough."

   "Please, I want to feel your warm cum fill my hole.  I was to feel the
torrent of your seed.  Give it to me."

   "What do I get in exchange?"

   "My body, all of it.  Whenever you want.  I shall never refuse you.  I
will even get off my husband's bed and come to you should you demand it of
me."

   She felt him tensing.  That vow always got him going.

   The warm seed filled her cavity.  She felt it rushing out into her like
a sluice had been opened in a dam.  Her orgasm followed, it always did. 
She grabbed him and pushed him into her, deeper.

   Then as suddenly as it had started, it stopped.

   He rolled off her and stood in front of the bed.  She sat up and sucked
him clean.  She couldn't believe what she had just done.  Her thoughts
wandered to Charles as she cleaned Richard's penis with her mouth.  Charles
was the opposite to his younger brother.  He was an upright citizen, sweet,
caring, hardworking.  While Richard was constantly being bailed out of one
situation or the other by his brother.  He was uncouth and was forever in
the news for all the wrong reasons.

   When he was satisfied with her cleaning he pulled out.

   "Don't wash your cunt.  I want my seed to be a part of my brother's
marriage night ceremonies.  And believe me I'll check."

   She didn't doubt him.  Her eyes followed his back and he disappeared
through the balcony.  She pulled up her panties, the fresh cum wet the
panties and she knew she would be uncomfortable the entire evening.

   There was a knock on the door.  It was Cathy.  She was worried that
Stephanie was not yet ready.  She began to help her prepare for the
reception.

   "What's that smell?  I hope its not your perfume because it sucks. 
Almost smells like a man's cum" Cathy remarked.

   Stephanie felt her heart go cold with fear.  She ignored the remarks and
continued to apply her make up.

   Her mind wandered as she combed her hair to the first time she submitted
to Richard.

   To be continued...