Fuck Nadine. I mean that literally.

'Twas a sight to behold. The whole town of Rockton, at least the elites and their wives and daughters, were mingling at the fanciful picnic tables prepared for this occasion. The women had all undressed, flagrantly exposing themselves in a way only God had seen, yet no one acknowledged this.

Nadine had cleared a spot for you to ravish her, and the crowd had subconsciously gathered at all sides, ignoring the presence of the one nude woman who was now lying down on the table as your erect penis nestled precariously at the entrance of her nethers.

She smiled bewitchingly at you as you prepared to impale your fifth woman of the day. Three of those women were nearby. Your sister Eleanor, who you had ravished mere minutes ago, was laughing with her old schoolmates as she ate into a watermelon slice, spilling some on her exposed breasts, to more delight. Your mother, Mrs. Eliza Mason, demurely sitting next to your important father as he discussed business. Her hair loose and her large breasts showcasing erect nipples that were somehow not the topic of conversation. The Mayor's wife, Mrs. Margaret Dugan, chastising her daughter, Henrietta, once more for not ignoring you properly as when you dove deep within her rear entrance.

The scene was almost perfection. And it reached perfection when he arrived. "Sorry, I'm late everyone," said Stephen Granholm of nearby Chambersville, in a posh, upper class accent that betrayed his New England upbringing. He paused, having somehow neglected to notice the debauchery in front of him. "I see the festivities have begun without me," he said with a laugh.

He sat next to his betrothed, Nadine, as she continued to lie on her back on the picnic table awaiting your impalement. "Darling," he smiled as he lifted up Nadine's hand and kissed it. In the faintest whisper, you could make out his question, "I suppose this is the man we are to ignore?"

"You can acknowledge me," you say. He arises and extends his right hand. "Mr. Mason, I presume. I'm Stephen Granholm, a staunch supporter of your father's."

You nod at him rather than taking his hand. "Hold her shoulders while I fuck her." You surprise yourself with such an obscenity, but he reacts with bemusement, if at all. As Stephen Granholm holds down the woman he is to wed, you plough into her. The tightness matches that of Eleanor, but the anticipation of the event has lubicrated her entrance.

Surreptitious glances all around as you and Nadine make the beast with two backs. Stephen kisses her forehead in adoration, but her attention is focused elsewhere, as you lift her up and begin passionately making out with your announced whore.

Mr. Granholm watched curiously as you defiled his fiancée and she responded with animalistic acoustics. You finished your penetrations, as she readily accepted your seed. "Oh my," she said inbetween breaths, "that was quite an experience."

"Are you well, my love?" asked Stephen with a look of concern. She looked towards him only momentarily before you grabbed her face and pointed it toward you.

"You and I, we're going to get married," you announced to Nadine who responded with a look of befuddlement followed quickly by a demure smile.

"Oh my," said Stephen Granholm, upon hearing that his former bride-to-be would be taken by another.