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The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for
adults in locations in which it is legal.  If it is illegal in your
location, DO NOT read.  This is a copyrighted work.   Reposting or any
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of the copyright holder, except may by posted as part of a  review or
posted to free-access, non-commercial archive sights.

Copyright 1998 by E. Z. Riter.

Email address: ezriter@hotmail.com     

Please! Give me your comments!

This story introduces a new story code to Uther Pendragon's list which
indicate the type of story being posted.  This is classified at "TTT"
- Texas tall tale.


SUELLEN'S WEDDING

When Jefferson Tolliver Winterbottom left the farm he was only twelve.
Like so many farm kids, he headed for the big city to make his
fortune. In this case, the city was Houston. 

Houston was bustling.  While J.T. looked like a frog, he was strong as
a mule, smart as a fox, and, worked hard as an ox.  He also was hung
like a horse, a champion stallion, to be exact.  While J.T. appeared
on the surface to be among the ugliest of men, he had a magnetic
personality which brought him many male friends and unprecedented
success with women.

Perhaps I should describe him.  About five five, he weighted two
hundred pounds, looked like a frog with bug eyes and big lips, had
huge ham-like hands and a high pitched voice I swear could shatter
glass. His frog eyes looked evil, and, their placement on either side
of a bulbous nose below a bald head and low forehead, did nothing to
enhance his looks.

By the time, he was eighteen, J.T. had amassed a small fortune. One
day, he decided to invest that fortune in an oil well being drilled by
Donovan Oil and Gas Company, owned by the Donovan family.  Unbeknownst
to J.T., the deal was already a dry hole.  In essence, the Donovan
family cheated him out of the product of four long and difficult
years.  

J.T. may not have been the man who originated the saying, "Don't get
mad, get even." Whether he started it, he certainly believed it.

William Robert Donovan, Jr., was twenty-two, recently graduated from
Rice University with an engineering degree, and newly joined the
family oil company.  He was a self- righteous, pompous young man,
filled with himself and his overvalued apprisal of his own worth and
abilities. William, as his family called him, was an All-American
quarterback as well as being a Rhodes scholar. Looking like a Nordic
god, he was tall and muscular, with a huge shock of blonde hair and
blue eyes. 

He hated it but most people called him Billy Bob.

Needless to say, these good looks, coupled with his daddy's money,
made him irresistible to the ladies. To avoid some tramp getting her
hooks into the family heir, Big Bill (William's father), had arranged
a marriage for William with Suellen Marcus, whose family was every bit
as rich and more socially prominent.

While Billy Bob was an ass, Suellen was a goddess.  

She was so pretty the year she entered the Miss Texas contest, they
just canceled the contest and gave her the crown, on the condition she
never enter again. The Miss America contest that year was really a
contest for runner-up because the judges all declared for Suellen when
the event opened.  

Besides being unbelievably beautiful, Suellen was sweet and kind, a
true and classy lady in the greatest sense of the word. 

Suellen was only nineteen and a virgin when the morning of her wedding
to William Robert Donovan, Junior, dawned bright and clear. The Fourth
Baptist Church was filled to the brim with every important person in
town at seven on that lovely Saturday evening.  Suellen's bridesmaids
slowly marched down the aisle to the sound of the music from the
Church's grand organ.  The groomsman were all polished and ramrod
straight. The groom-to-be shifted nervously from foot to foot as all
grooms do when they stand at the alter.   

When the organist began The Wedding March, the congregation arose and
turned to the back as the big doors to the center aisle swung open. 

What they saw was Suellen Marcus on her back, her legs wide and
straight up in the air, as J.T. Winterbottom fucked her to oblivion. 

First, let me point out, when I said J.T. had unprecedented success
with the ladies, I understated a bit.  J.T. had never met a woman he
could not fuck within five minutes of first laying eyes on them.
"Laying eyes on" is the proper expression. He would focus those frog
eyes on a woman and she would began to quiver as her eyes glazed over
and her legs spread.  When J.T. could smell her pussy juices running
down her legs, he would grin and reel her in. 

It had never failed.  

The rumor was J.T. started very early in life seducing his second
grade teacher when he was only eight. That poor woman apparently fell
under his spell at recess, somewhere between the merry-go-round and
the slide.  Story is she started following him around just so she
would be available whenever he wanted to fuck.  It did take a load off
J.T.'s mother when the teacher moved in with them and helped with the
cooking and cleaning.

By the time he was eleven, J.T. had made his mother his personal sex
slave, which bothered his father no little amount.  But, they were
poor farm folk, so sharing of the women was common. When J.T. was
twelve and captured his little sister, his father was irate because
Sis had been dear old dad's private stock.  That led to J.T. leaving
home, although his teacher, who shared his room, was pregnant at the
time.

Suellen was just another in a long series of conquests.  But, it was
the first in so public an arena.

"PLEASE... PLEASE, J.T., FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG COCK OF YOURS... I NEED
IT SO.."

"Want to have my baby, Suellen?" he asked, his high voice
reverberating off the walls of the sanctuary.

"YES. PLEASE... MAKE ME PREGNANT... FILL ME WITH YOUR SEED YOU BIG
COCKED STUD..."

Grunting like a wild pig and pounding like a steam-driven jackhammer,
J.T. filled Suellen up with his hot cum as she screeched "GOD HELP ME
I'MMM CUMMMMMINGGGGG".

Attendees collapsed in the pews when Suellen came, as if they too had
cum, just from watching this carnal vision. In fact, some of them had.
The groom, rather than destroyed by the open ravaging of his virgin
bride on his wedding day, had pulled out his cock, a fact noticed by
the maid-of-honor, Mary Jane Jamison, who was now sucking Billy Bob
was abandon. 

"J.T.," Suellen groaned.  "I'm too hot. Get this dress off me!"

J.T. quickly shredded the twenty thousand dollar, hand made, Vera Wang
wedding dress, leaving Suellen in all the naked splendor that had won
America's hearts. She wrapped those lovely legs around his waist and
her beautiful arms around his neck. 

"Play the goddamned music," J.T. shrieked. 

The Wedding March began again, as J.T. solemnly marched down the aisle
with Suellen impaled on his cock and hanging on like a leech.

"Dum, dum, da, dum.  Dum, dum, da, dum."

"Yes. Oh, yes, J.T." Suellen was moaning as she experienced a series
of multiple orgasms perfectly timed to the hard down beat at the last
"dum".  Her back was arching and relaxing, his perfect D breasts
moving in unison, as J.T. fucked her up the aisle, so to speak, and
the congregation stared at Suellen's impaled pussy and her juices
dripping like rain water on the red carpet.

When J.T. sat Suellen's ass down on the alter, she fell back with a
thump. Her head turned towards the attendees with a smile that could
only be described as holy.   J.T. laid his bald head on her perfect
breast and began gnawing a nipple as Suellen rubbed his pate gently.

There was a hurried business conference as Big Bill and Walter Marcus,
Suellen's father, met with Billy Bob. The men had already started
making big plans for the combined fortune. But, some might say Suellen
was damaged goods now, so the negotiations were serious.

When J.T. pulled his monster out of Suellen, it sounded like a stump
being pulled out of a mud hole, and, caused forty-seven women, two of
which were over ninety, to faint.  Within ten minutes over a million
dollars had been bet in the congregation on the sex and date of birth
of Suellen's first baby. Someone offered a hundred to one on the
paternity but no one would cover the bet.

With the whole congregation looking at her award winning body, Suellen
sat up on the alter, swinging her legs like an eight year old,
giggling and talking to the bridesmaids, all of whom were watching
J.T. out of the corner of their eyes.

The men had reached a decision, and, the Marcus family was going to
have to forfeit eight million dollars. But, Suellen was not only
beautiful and sweet, she had inherited her daddy's horse trading
ability.

"Now, look Billy Bob," she said.  "I know I am not a virgin any more
but I am still the best piece of pussy in the whole damned country.
Remember that blow job you got two nights ago? Well, my pussy is a
whole lot better than that! And, my ass is just quivering it wants
your cock so badly!"

Billy Bob started to twitch at that recollection and his cock, which
had been unloaded twice in Mary Jane's willing mouth, came to
attention. Of course, male groans came from the audience as they
contemplated what it might be like having their own peckers buried in
Suellen's heat.

"I want to marry you, Billy Bob," Suellen continued, "Except for J.T.,
I will be faithful. And, we will have plenty of children to raise: his
and yours. So, let's cut out the bullshit and get on with it!"

"But, the money..." Big Bill complained.

"Big Bill,  shut up! We will sell the wedding pictures to Penthouse
and make up any economic loss."

After Suellen's wedding picture sale argument, the men reached an
agreement, allowing both the wedding and the merger of Donovan Oil and
Gas with Marcus Holdings to proceed. 

J.T. was now trying to sneak out of the sanctuary which was difficult
since the bridesmaids had tackled him and were trying to get his jeans
off. 

People never have given J.T. enough credit for trying to do the right
thing. While the negotiations were in progress, he kept his back to
the audience, and, he put on his heavy sunglasses which he often wore
so women could not see his eyes. He was not trying to cause a panic as
he easily could have done. 

But, some folks can not leave well enough alone. 

Mrs. Annamae Marcus, Suellen's mother, who had only one daughter to
marry off in the pompous and sophisticated fashion she herself had
been wed to Suellen's father many years ago, cared one whole hell of a
lot that this ceremony was not going as planned.   She rose to her
full height of five feet and glared at J.T. just as he was released by
the bridesmaids, all of whom he had promised to fuck after the
reception.

"Young man," she said pompously, "What have you to say for yourself."

J.T. smiled but did not answer. 

"Take off those sunglasses when I am talking to you, boy!" Annamae
shrieked.   

J.T. did as he was told.

Slowly, evenly, J.T.'s frog eyes moved across the congregation. Women
began whimpering. You could hear the sounds of zippers going down and
the whispered battles between husbands and wives over the wives desire
to spread 'em for J.T.  

Then, J.T. focused on Annamae, whose knees failed her as she dropped
to kneel.  He patted the alter.

"Annamae, get naked and on your back right here so I can fuck you."

It was Suellen herself who stopped the whole damn incident.

"J.T., mama is a slut and you can fuck her anytime. This is my wedding
and I want to get on with it!"

"I am sorry, Suellen. Please.  Forgive me," J.T. said humbly. He put
on his glasses and quickly exited.  

"Alright, Billy Bob. You want me still?"

"Yes, Suellen. But, don't call me Billy Bob."

"Billy Bob it is," she snapped. 

"Yes, hurry up with this wedding,"  Annamae said, thinking she would
fuck J.T. after the ceremony and being unwilling to wait much longer. 

Suellen stood, the bridesmaids tried to get their dresses in order,
and the proceedings resumed.

Suellen was naked as the day she was born, with the inside of her
thighs covered in white as if Huck Finn himself has whitewashed them.
Just before she said "I do", Suellen raised one leg and shimmed,
releasing a glob of J.T's cum which landed on the brick floor with a
plop that sounded like a cow patty hitting a hot rock.

Billy Bob was all grins in spite of Suellen's indiscretion. He never
did stick his cock back in his pants and it stood at attention the
whole ceremony, a fact not lost of any of the females present. It
should be noted that while Billy Bob was not in J.T.'s class as a
cocksman, his nine and one half inches still could be appreciated by
the ladies.  

A disinterested observer might have noted that the entire wedding
party and most of the congregation was in one state of sexual arousal
or another throughout the ceremony. The preacher had to turn the PA
system to high to overcome groans and other random noises from the
attendees and the whimpers from the bridesmaids. 

When the preacher said "You may now kiss the bride", Suellen said, "I
want to be fucked, not kissed," grabbed Billy Bob around the neck,
threw her legs around him and impaled herself on his cock, screaming
like a banshee as Billy Bob slid into home on a sea of J.T.'s making. 

The groomsmen lost it and assaulted the bridesmaids, or, visa versa.
Witnesses were not sure who was assaulting whom. 

The preacher, minding his own business as he stood behind the alter
petrified by the sights around him, never had a chance.   Mary Jane
Jamison, Mary Elizabeth Easterwood and Mary Sue Sherman charged the
groomsmen like the Denver Broncos on a Super Bowl blitz, taking out
the preacher, knocking him asshole over teacup into the baptismal
well.  The church organist, fearing for the preacher's life, dove in
after him, where they could be heard reverently calling the lord's
name together.

Nine months to the day from that date, Suellen gave birth to three
adorable little girls, all spitting images of their mother, which she
named, Billy Ann, Billy Beth, and Billy Jean, although no one ever
believed Billy Bob was the father.  Many other children were born
about the same time but space requirements prevents me listing all
that here. Suffice to say, the child birth section of the Houston
newspaper was four pages longer than usual.

The pictures were sold to Penthouse for four million dollars with an
extra two million for the video that went on the Internet. Penthouse
had the largest single issue sales record of any magazine in the
history of publishing. And, the Donovan-Marcus Corporation grew in
leaps and bounds.

J.T. may have really loved Suellen. He did his best to make her life
happy, even lying low to avoid further scandal, although from that
time own, he spent at least one weekend a month with her without
further issue resulting.

This is not the end of J.T. or of Suellen and Billy Bob.  

But, you knew that, didn't you.



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