Suellen's Wedding (Humor, TTT) 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.