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The Bride

By: WFEATHER



Dressed on this occasion as a beautiful young bride, amanda is led by a black leather leash through the dense mountainside forest, her white-gloved wrists bound with only a shiny red satin ribbon. Fortunately, the trail is wide enough that there is plenty of clearance from the underbrush to either side of the lightly-beaten path, so that nothing becomes entangled with the beautiful pristine white wedding dress as she walks quietly along, constantly wondering what is in store for her on this particular summer afternoon and knowing that her Master will certainly exceed her highest expectations as usual. 

The sound of running water grows louder as her Master leads the young "bride" through the forest. T/they definitely present a great contrast for any woodland creatures who happen to see T/them, as He wears only swim trunks and sandals. amanda does not know where she is being led, nor does she know what today's activities will entail; she only knows that T/they are going to where her Master was supposedly working the day before, meaning that He has probably concocted something elaborate for today's scenario, something she will almost certainly remember for many years to come. 

At last, the trail leads to a large, grassy clearing. To the left is a small lake at the base of a twenty-foot waterfall. amanda is silently led to the other side of the clearing, where her Master reaches into a large hole at the base of a tall tree and retrieves a large duffel bag He had obviously placed there previously. her wrists are freed, but just momentarily, only to have thick black leather cuffs from the duffel bag applied to each wrist. A short chain with a snap-hook on each end is added to each cuff. Yet the wrist cuffs are not connected, giving amanda free use of her hands... at least, for the moment. 

her Master discards His footwear and prompts amanda to do likewise. Once she has kicked off her half-inch white heels, she is led toward the water, and then toward the waterfall itself. 

The small lake is not very deep; at the waterfall itself, the level of the lake barely comes up to amanda's lower ribs. Yet the chill of the water does have her shivering somewhat despite the "extra" clothing compared to what her Master is currently wearing. As T/they stand before the waterfall, her Master pulls her close, and T/they share a long hug, warming E/each O/other with T/their loving, respectful caresses. 

At last, her Master gently nudges amanda backward, toward the waterfall. she barely holds back a loud yelp as the swift-flowing chilly water cascades down her back. her Master keeps nudging her until her back is flat against the face of the stone cliff, the water from above pouring continually upon her and chilling her to the bone, hardening her nipples to the point of being nearly painful. 

In turn, each wrist is lifted up and to the side, its associated chain connected with the snap to an eyebolt driven into the stone; this is apparently what her Master had been working on here the previous day. Once both water-hidden eyebolts have been put to use, amanda is truly helpless, unable to flee the incessant cold shower in eager favor of the warmth of the sunny clearing. It does help a little, however, that her Master remains with her for a few minutes, warming her as much as He possibly can with His mouth and His hands. 

But, her Master ultimately lowers the veil and leaves the submissive and returns to the grassy shore, taking the leash with Him. amanda watches through the veil as He returns to the duffel bag and removes several small cameras. He then spends a long time taking pictures of her from the shore, from various points in the water, and even from the opposite shore, where the tree line of the hearty forest comes right up to the water's edge. 

That evening, amanda sits by the fire, wrapped in a favorite large and heavy blanket, when she is called into the den. There, her Master shows her the results of the day's modeling session as a musical slide show on the laptop. Except for the close-up shots permitting the barest hints of her facial features through the veil, the images could easily be those of some anonymous bride... if not for amanda's cold due to the length of time she had spent in the chilly water. her Master certainly seems proud of the images, and together T/they select those which T/they wish to post on the Internet for the entire world to enjoy........  

The Bride



I hear the tapping at the door and call out that it is open, knowing it is him. As he comes in... I see the look on his face change as he takes me in with his eyes, standing before him in my wedding dress. I feel the heat rise quickly to my face at the way he is looking at me.

"You wanted to see me?" he asks.

I look to the floor, seeing the tips of my heels peek out from the white floor length dress and while it seems as if I'm focused on something else, I ask: "Well I wanted to make sure we were okay before I walk down the aisle. There is no way I can get married if I don't think we will be fine."

Hearing the click of the door lock, I look up and he is walking quickly towards me. Soon I feel his hands move about my waist and he pulls me close to him. His lips search for mine and before I can let his kiss sweep me away, I remember what I'm wearing and place my hands against his chest, trying to push him from me.

I begged: "Please we can't do this now. It took me forever to get into this thing... my hair... the veil and my makeup. There is just no time for kisses or anything else that might be in that wicked mind of yours. So please, just tell me we are going to be okay and then you can go ask my sister to come in so she can do the finishing touches." Slowly I slip from his hands and take a few steps back.

He shakes his head back and forth, smiling like he had won the lottery. "You are so beautiful and all I want is a taste before you become an ole married woman. Also you said you still had a few finishing touches left... so how about at least.... hmmm..."

I start to get nervous as I see that look on his face that normally makes me weak in the knees.

Watching him take a step closer and I mirror him taking one back, he laughs at me. Holding up his hands he stops and says: "Okay, okay... I get it. To make sure all is well between us, I ask for two things from you. Then I will leave and head out."

My heart jumps to my throat.... and I cry out: "Oh... No, I said I was sorry about our fight last night. Please don't leave. I know we can work this out..." fresh tears start to roll down my face as fear grips my heart and I think I have messed up beyond repair.

Moving quickly before I can step away, I feel his arms wrap about me again and he comforts me with small kisses... His laugh is soft and soothing: "No, my dear.... all if forgiven, I only wanted to one; ask you if you still loved me and two; if I could have three very... very small kisses?"

"Oh yes" stepping up on my toes to give him a hug, I happily tossing my arms about his neck; "I love you so much, you mean the world to me and you can have your three kisses.... Here, here is one..." I move my hands to cup his face and lean forward to give him his first kiss. However his hands move up and grab my wrists to stop mine and he shakes his head slowly.

He moves my hands to go behind me, which brings me closer to him. His mouth finds mine and I feel his tongue trace across my lower lip. I love the way he kisses me and soon I'm pressed up against him, returning his kiss. Our mouths open and our tongues playing cat and mouse with each other. Soon I am panting and he pulls away. He starts to laugh and I see my lipstick smeared across his mouth.

"Soooo... two more kisses, Ready?" he asks me

My face flushed, my heart beating and before I have a chance to say anything, I am pulled back into a tense lip-lock and before I know it... We are trying to pull my wedding dress out of the way... I'm reaching up to un-clip the veil, since I keep feeling it pull my head back as our feet keep stepping on it. I toss it somewhere away from us... and concentrate back on his kiss forgetting everything else.

Now breathless, he leans back and asks if I am ready for my last kiss. I move towards him again, enjoying what he has been doing so far and I watch as he shakes his head. Puzzled I see a smug smile on his face and he is scoping out the bridal suite. There is a love seat nearby and taking me by the hand he leads me towards it.

"Okay for your last kiss, you need to sit down" he tells me. Thinking he is being considerate, since I didn't think I was going to stand through the last one. I happily sit down.

Watching him kneel near my feet, he starts to lift my skirts and quickly I am scrambling to snatch his hands but they are wrapped up the material of all the layers.

Quickly I exclaim: "Hey now... None of that, You said kisses and we are not going there, seriously there is no time." frantically looking about to find the clock.

Hearing his voice now under my skirt somewhere: "Well it is going to take longer if you keep fighting me, you already promised me three kisses and I get one more and I want to put it under here...."

Feeling his hands now on my legs, I quickly squeeze them together. His fingers slip between my knees trying to spread them. "Come on my little bride, let's get this last kiss over with so you can make it down the aisle on time." I hear him laugh as he knows I will give in.

Reluctantly I let my legs fall apart and I hear him give me a tsk... tsk... Beneath the billows of slip, satin and chiffon he gives an appreciative sound.

"What?" I ask him, now guessing he had found me out.

"Well it seems you were expecting me already my pure sweet bride" I hear him say a bit sarcastically, "I see the corset, the garters and the stockings but where are your panties my dear... hmmmm?"

"Someone wasn't suppose to be so late and wait till like 5 minutes before I had to walk down the aisle to come see me." I tell him with a sigh. All of a sudden I give a squeak as I feel his warm lips on the inside of my right knee. I try to close my legs, but with his arms wrapped around each one, holding them apart... he starts to lay little kisses going up along on one side of my inner thigh.

Reaching near the top where one of the straps of my corset connects to my stocking. I feel his teeth nibble on my soft skin and it makes me jump and squirm.

He has stopped for a moment and I feel his breath blowing gently across my pussy. I know he can see how wet he has made from his earlier kisses.

Waiting in anticipation, I soon feel his tongue start to tease my lips, tracing each side. My legs start to shake and I am soon squirming...

"Oh... God! That feels so awesome... oh.. please, don't stop"; I cry out and as his tongue starts to run up and down my cunt, I begin to make small moaning noises. My hips moving up to reach his mouth so he can delve deeper. Then I feel him find my clit and then a finger enters my pussy and I cry out... "Oh ... oh... if only we had more time... I wish you time to fuck me... oh.. damn... Please don't stop..."

Then I hear it, I hear his zipper and my legs slam shut as I try to wiggle out from underneath him. 'Oh no... we don't have time... "I cry out, trying to scrambling up and away from him on the couch. My hand moves the layers of my skirt and I am trying to smooth them back down and about me as I try to cover myself and get around him so I can stand.

Now that I can see him, his jacket is off, when he removed it, I don't' remember. His shirt is un-tucked and his pants are down near his ankles. I see the lustful smile on his face and his hard cock standing at attention that is only for me. he reaches out for me. "You want this.. I know you want this or else you wouldn't have asked me to come see you and you wouldn't be running about with no underwear. So we can either do this the easy way or the hard way... The easy way would be for you to come over here... turn around so I can lift that pretty skirt, toss it over your head and fuck that sweet pussy of yours. Or... I am going grab you by the nicely arranged hair, pull you near me... rip that dress up and still fuck you. So either way your going to let me do it but it is your choice how we are going to ... tick tock, time is running out."

I see him look over his shoulder to the clock that I can't see and he turns back towards me and says: "Tick... Tock again"

"Fine... Help with this thing and lets get it over with..." I say flatly as I start to get mad cause he is not giving me any choice.

"Now don't be that way" he says: "you know you want this... here let me help."

He holds out his hand to me and feeling that if I am to get down the aisle on time, I couldn't dilly dally and take his hand. Pulling me closer to him, he pulls at the top of my dress and seeing that it will not budge a bit, I hear him sigh; "I guess I won't be playing with those but I will get to fill you."

Soon I'm turned about, with my knees on the seat, my dress practically tossed completely up and over my head as I am grabbing the back of the love seat for support.

One hand on my hip, his other reaching around me to run his fingers across my pussy... I feel him flick my tender nub and still being very wet. It makes me shudder and a small moan escapes my lips. I feel his fingers dip into my pussy and I'm spreading my legs a bit wider to give him better access.

Then releasing my pussy, I feel his hand move back behind me and he is positioning himself to enter me. I feel his cock at the entrance of my cunt. Then it starts to fill me.... I gasp at his size and move my hips back onto him... wanting all of him inside me. Skin finally meeting skin, he moves his hips from side to side to bury his cock as deep into me as he can. I move to stand up straight and his hand pushes me back down.

"No... Don't stand or else you will dirty your dress" I hear him say as he starts to move in and out of me.

Soon his thrusts become harder and faster... I am making small moans of desire and beginning to meet his thrusts, when all of a sudden we hear a knock on the door. I"m surprised we haven't been interrupted before now and we hear them call out that I got 10 minutes. He doesn't even miss a thrust. Hands on my hips he pulls me toward him harder... I cry out... trying to muffle it and the voice at the door asks if I'm okay. I try to focus for a moment as I tell them I'm fine, just stubbed my toe and will be ready.

He laughs as he can see how hard it is for me to do just that and I feel his hand slip down between my legs as he searches for my clit and I feel his thumb rub across it a few times and soon... you can hear the beginning cries of my orgasm... and with that, his groans as we both begin to climax together.

Panting, him leaning over my back... I feel him pull back some of my skirt to see me and I see the shit eating grin on his face... I hope your walk down the aisle is a very wet one... Now let's get you ready. He pulls himself out of me and reaches over for something to help clean him up a bit. I turn about and carefully try to sit so I don't get my dress wet and wait for him to hand me something as well.

As he is done, he tosses the cloth over my shoulder to have it go behind the couch and I watch him fix his pants and shirt. He then reaches a hand out to me to help me stand.

"Wait, I need to clean up. I can't go down the aisle like this... I will leak out and down my stockings." I tell him

He smiles at me and kneels down near my feet. I feel him reach and start to pull the layers of my skirt straight and hear him say; "But my love that is what I want to have happen. Let me go get your sister and have her help fix your veil. I will see you at the end of the aisle." Then he stands and moves towards the door, unlocking it and within a few minutes my sister walks in... Telling me I look so flush and beautiful. 

Within in seconds my veil is back on, my father is in the doorway and I am being rushed out the bridal area to walk down the aisle. As I wait for my turn to come, sure as the sun is shining... there he is. I wait for the music to start and as I slowly walk down the aisle with my arm on my father's. I begin to feel the wetness between my legs. I hear quiet comments on how beautiful I look and rosy my cheeks are. If they only knew... Then at the end we stand with the minister asking who is to give the bride away. My father gives his proper response and places my hand into my future husbands. My groom leans close to me so he can whisper, just for only us two to hear: "You are so beautiful."

In return, I lean towards him as well to reply but gaze over his shoulder to my lover and quietly say: "Your best man just filled my pussy, would you like to feel how wet I am?"

Standing back and with love in his eyes, he says calmly; "I do."

You can hear the chuckle in the crowd and the minister clears his throat as he tells us both that he has not gotten to that part yet...

*** I can't wait for the honeymoon...***



The Bride



Julie sat nervously in the dressing room of the church putting the finishing touches on her bridal outfit. In less than an hour she was getting married to a smart, gentle, kind and caring man. In fact John was everything most women could want in a husband. There was only one problem. Julie wasn't most women. She had a secret. 

John thought he was marring a sweet and innocent girl. He wasn't. Julie was the opposite of innocent. She loved cock. She liked it down the throat and up the ass. She got off on the taste of cum. She enjoyed getting fucked by multiple partners at the same time. By age 21 she had fucked more than 100 men. There was only one word to describe her. Julie was a slut - and her husband to be didn't have a clue.

Julie looked in the mirror. She didn't see a slut looking back at her. She looked more like a Barbie doll with big tits. Her long blond hair framed a pretty innocent-looking face with big blue eyes and full lips. She was tall for a girl -- almost 5'8' -- and had a model's body with long legs and a firm ass that filled a pair of tight jeans to perfection. She had been described as a walking wet dream -- one that loved to fuck. Now she was getting married.

Julie did love John. That wasn't the problem. She was worried that he might find out about her past. She was also worried that sex with John wouldn't be enough to satisfy her sexual cravings. Could she really remain devoted to just one man for the rest of her life? Yes, she told herself looking in the mirror. I can. I will. I must.

Julie thought back to the night she met John. His parents had just moved from the west coast where he was in his last year of law school. He was visiting them and attended a party her parents had thrown during Christmas break. He was tall and a little "geeky" but Julie found him funny and witty. He made her laugh. He made her feel like a real person. He liked her for who she was and not just for her body.

They went out on a date. He treated her like a lady opening doors and saying "thank you" and "please". At the movies they held hands. She invited him in when they returned to her house. She was planning to fuck him. That's what Julie always did with the men she dated. Instead he kissed her goodnight on the front steps and left. She felt different when she crawled into bed -- almost like she was a virgin again.

They dated every night until they both had to return to school. Julie was frustrated by the slow progress of their sexual explorations. She coaxed him along trying not to scare him off. He eventually felt her breasts then touched her between the legs. When Julie finally slid her hand over his bulge he came in his pants. Julie thought it was sweet and pretended not to notice. 

The first time Julie pulled John's cock from his pants she was disappointed at how small he was. It wasn't that she was hung up on size. She had sucked and fucked cocks of all types and enjoyed it. She was just hoping for more from a man she really liked. Julie quickly jerked him off with two fingers. He didn't last two minutes. She was amazed at how much cum his small cock could generate. 

On the next date Julie leaned over and gave him a blowjob. He unloaded into her mouth seconds after her lips cleared his knob. When he was finished Julie spit it out into a handkerchief. She was afraid that he might think she was a slut if she swallowed. He apologized profusely for having shot in her mouth. Julie let him know that she didn't mind but he was clearly upset about it.

The night before she left for school Julie asked him to make love to her. She made it sound like this was something special -- not something she would do with just anybody. They checked into a hotel. He was gentle. They got naked and spent a long time exploring each other. He ate her pussy for the first time. Then he mounted her. It was too much for his poor cock. In less than a minute he pumped her pussy full of cum -- a lot of cum.

They held each other and enjoyed the afterglow. Eventually Julie slid down his body and sucked his cock into her mouth. She looked up at him and told him she wanted to taste him. He didn't object. This time she swallowed the huge load. His cock was still hard. She mounted him. He lasted much longer. She faked several orgasms before he filled her pussy with another huge load. She went into the bathroom to pee and fingered her clit to a real orgasm.

When she returned to the bed they kissed and held each other. Julie was amazed at how quickly John's cock grew back to full hardness. He mounted her and fucked her. She faked another orgasm. They rolled over. Julie discovered that she could stimulate her clit by grinding it against the wiry pubes at the base of John's cock. She had a real orgasm just before he pumped another big load of cum into her pussy.

They showered together and returned to the bed. He fucked her one more time. It lasted much longer. Julie had two real orgasms before John filled her again. She was impressed by how much cum he could still generate. Afterwards they held each other for a long time before dressing to leave. John told her he loved her. Julie told John that she loved him too.

Julie returned to school confused. She wasn't sure that she really loved John. She had told him that because she didn't want to hurt his feelings. She did like him a lot, but he was thousands of miles away. Besides, it wasn't like they were engaged. She had a life to live. She had needs. Her hormones were in overdrive and he wasn't there to satisfy her cravings.

Julie quickly fell back into her old ways. She and her roommate shared a football player on her first night back. That weekend she was gang-banged in a basement during a frat party. After that she fucked anyone with a cock including two of her teachers in exchange for passing grades. During spring break she went to Padre Island with her roommate and participated in one orgy after the next doing three and four guys at a time. 

Through all this she was in touch with John on a regular basis. He called several times a week and sent her flowers and presents. Julie felt a little guilty about her secret sex life but she wasn't about to stop. When she returned home after graduation John was back from law school. They dated every night. He made love to her but Julie needed more. She needed to get fucked -- really fucked. Her vibrator provided some relief but it wasn't enough. 

Her downfall came one afternoon while she was sunbathing at the club pool. Tim and Tom were twin lifeguards with bodies that looked like they were sculpted by Greek gods. Julie couldn't help herself. She shamelessly flirted with them. She ended up in the pump room sucking their cocks. Then the twins fucked her in every way imaginable -- and in every hole. This was repeated on a daily basis. At night John still made love to her.

Julie considered breaking up with John. He deserved better, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Besides, she really was falling in love with him -- real love, just not the kind you get from a hard cock. At the end of June John proposed to her. She accepted. A date was set for September. Her parents and everyone around her were ecstatic. Julie was conflicted about what she had agreed to do but she couldn't back out. It was too late. 

Julie vowed to put her past behind and to be faithful to John. She didn't count the time John had to go away for a training course with the law firm he was joining. Her daily sessions with Tim and Tom during those two weeks were like a time out. So was the week at the beach with her college roommate. Julie convinced herself that it was okay to sew a few last wild oats when John wasn't around. She was really doing him a favor by getting it out of her system.

Julie promised herself that the bachelorette party would be the last time ever she would be with another man. John had told her to enjoy herself and surely he knew what went on at bachelorette parties. It was like he was giving her permission. Besides, technically she wasn't unfaithful. Two of the male strippers fucked her in the ass and she did suck their cocks, but no one touched her pussy. That belonged to John. They were going to make a baby together.

Now that the day of her wedding had arrived Julie was nervous. She paced back and forth in the dressing room. She needed to be alone to calm her nerves and excused herself to go to the ladies room. There was a small sitting area inside the door with a big comfortable arm chair. She sat down and took a deep breath. The door opened. Tim and Tom, the twin lifeguards from the pool, walked into the ladies room and locked the door.

"Get the fuck out of here," Julie shouted in a voice filled with anger. "This is the girl's bathroom. And what are you doing at my wedding?"

"Julie, don't be like that. Our mom is good friends with your mom. We were invited. We thought you'd be happy to see us. After all, we did have some good times this summer."

"Those days are over," Julie said emphatically. "Now get the fuck out."

"Come on, Julie. Don't be like that. We just came to wish you well, but if you're going to be like that then we'll leave. Just show us your tits first - just a peek to remember you by. You owe us at least that."

Julie couldn't believe her ears. Did they really ask her to show them her tits? What nerve, she thought. She wanted to be angry. And she was. But then why were her nipples getting hard? Julie shook her head to clear it. No, she wasn't going there. Not on her wedding day. She covered her sizeable breasts with her hands and tried to sound angry.

"Don't be ridiculous. The wedding is going to start soon. Get the fuck out of here right now."

Instead of leaving, the twins proceeded to drop their pants. Their huge members hung proudly between their legs. Julie glanced at them. Her heart was racing. Her head was throbbing. She tried to fight her feelings of desire. Moisture gathered in her pussy. She needed to regain control and get them out of there. She said the first thing that popped into her mind and then regretted it. 

"Okay, I'll show you my tits if you promise to put those things away and leave."

"Of course Julie," Tim replied without making any effort to pull up his pants.

It was too late to take it back. Besides, it wasn't something that they hadn't already seen and she needed to get them out. Julie unzipped the back of her white dress. She pulled it down and unfastened the front clasp of her bra. Two large pear-shaped breasts capped with swollen pink nipples bounced onto her chest. The tips were hard and bursting with excitement. Julie tried to control her breathing. 

"Okay," she said in what came out as a gasp. "Now leave."

When Julie looked up she realized that their cocks were growing bigger. Her pussy twitched. She was losing control. They made no attempt to move. Julie's eyes feasted on the swollen protrusions in front of her. She involuntarily licked her lips. She felt a trickle of cunt juice seep into her panties. This was insane. She was getting married in a few minutes.

"Your tits are spectacular, Julie. I know we said we'd leave, and we will, but how about a peek at your pussy first? It's not like we haven't seen it before. Then we'll leave. We promise."

They stepped closer. Julie stared at their hard cocks. Maybe if she showed them her pussy they really would leave. Or maybe she just wanted to show them her pussy. She was confused. Slowly she pulled the white gown up her legs and over her thighs. A pair of white lace panties clung tightly to her pussy beneath the garter holding up two white silk stockings. A tiny wet spot had formed in the crotch.

Tom dropped to his knees and pulled the crotch of her panties to the side. She gasped when he pushed two fingers into her pussy. He pumped them in and out of her juicy hole twisting them deep inside her. Tim stepped closer and dangled his cock near her face. She looked at his throbbing hardness. Julie couldn't help the feelings of desire pulsing through her body. 

"Go ahead, Julie. You know you want it." 

Tim pressed his knob against her lips. Her mouth opened. His hard flesh slid over her tongue. God how she loved the feel of a hard cock in her mouth. Julie moaned as she tightened her lips around him. He grabbed her head and slowly fucked her face. Her tongue swirled around his swollen meat exploring the ridges and texture of his hard flesh. Tom's fingers continued to punish her pussy. Her moans were muffled by the cock in her mouth.

Tom pulled his fingers from her pussy. Julie lifted her legs knowing what was going to come next. He clamped his lips around her freshly shaved mound and pushed his tongue into her steamy hole. Juices flowed from her cunt and poured into his mouth. She squirmed against his face while she continued to suck and gag on Tim's cock. Julie opened her throat and felt his hard meat go deeper. His pubes brushed against her lips.

Tom shoved two fingers back up her cunt and nibbled on her clit. Her orgasm hit hard. Juices gushed out from her body. Julie's moans and gasps were muffled by the cock down her throat. Tom wiped his chin and slid up between her legs. He pushed his hard meat into her dripping pussy. She choked on a scream as she felt it plow deep into her belly.

Tom fucked her to another orgasm. When Tim finally pulled out of her mouth she gasped for air. Spit drooled down her chin and over her tits. Tom slipped his cock from her pussy and pulled her up from the chair. Tim sat down and lifted the back of her wedding gown. He pulled her into his lap and pushed her panties to the side. She felt his cock press against her sphincter.

Julie didn't resist. She loved it up the ass. John had never taken her that way. She had hinted that she would let him if he wanted but he never did. She squealed when Tim's knob punched through her sphincter. She squirmed against him. He went deeper and deeper. Tom guided his cock to her lips. Julie sucked him into her mouth. She felt the last inch of Tim's hard meat disappear into her asshole.

Tom fucked her face hard ramming his cock into her throat again and again. Julie gagged and choked. Spit drooled down her chin and dripped onto her tits. She could hardly breathe. Tim continued to pound his cock into her asshole. Julie slammed down on his hard shaft each time he thrust it up into her driving him deeper and deeper into her bowels.

Tom finally pulled his cock from her battered mouth. She coughed and gasped for air. A flood of spit poured from her lips. Julie looked at Tom with wild lust in her eyes. She lifted her legs in the air. Tom knew what she wanted. He guided his cock to the entrance of her pussy. It plunged deep into her body. Julie gasped. She had two cocks inside her. She loved being fucked that way. 

The twins quickly found the rhythm they had used on her many times. They pounded into her faster and faster as they alternately hammered her pussy and ass. Tom reached down and tugged on her nipples sending Julie into a series of convulsions. Her moans and squeals became desperate. Julie bit her lip to contain the noise she was making. Another orgasm exploded from her pussy and then another. 

Tom thrust his cock deep inside her and grunted. Jets of hot cum spewed into Julie's twitching cunt. His seed continued to fill her until she could feel it sloshing around inside her quivering chamber. Before he was finished Tim grunted and buried his cock deep into her asshole. A powerful stream of hot cum splashed against her bowels. He slammed into her again and again flooding her dark passage until it was overflowing.

Julie's next orgasm hit her like a thunderbolt. It went on and on until she was barely conscious. They pulled out and flung her limp body into the chair. When she finally caught her breath, the twins were gone. It dawned on her that Tom hadn't used a rubber and she was off birth control. She didn't have time to think about it. The wedding was about to begin.

Julie quickly pulled her dress in place and fixed her make-up. Kathy, her Maid of Honor, walked in and said it was time. Her dad took her arm and led her down the aisle. Her panties were soaked with cum. It was running down her thighs and over her stockings. She could feel it sloshing around inside her as she approached John. 

Julie was ashamed of what she had done. She turned red when the preacher read the "faithful" part of the vows. They kissed and sealed their union. Julie felt a little better. This would be a new beginning. Now she and John could concentrate on making their first baby... if she wasn't already pregnant.

........................

They were leaving the next day for their honeymoon in Hawaii. They had spent the night of the wedding at a local hotel where they fucked all evening until they fell asleep. He fucked her two more times in the morning. She was amazed at how quickly he could regenerate cum. When they checked out John had some personal matters to attend to before they departed. Julie decided to have lunch with Kathy, her best friend from high school and Maid of Honor. 

"You're kidding, right?" Kathy asked. "You fucked Tim and Tom in the ladies room? I saw them coming out and thought it was a little strange but assumed they were just paying their respects. Jesus, Julie - you can't do that shit anymore. You're married. John will leave you."

Julie began to sob. She knew Kathy was right. She deserved the lecture. Kathy reached over and put her hand on her friend's arm to comfort her. 

"Hey baby, don't worry about it. I mean the twins are pretty hot and you weren't married yet. Look at it as a last fling."

"But..." Julie tried to speak between sobs, "But what if I can't help myself. I mean I did it on my wedding day -- in my wedding dress -- that's as bad as it gets." 

Julie threw her head down on the table and was shaking. Her sobs got louder. A waitress came over and asked if everything was okay. Kathy assured her that it was.

"Look at it this way Julie -- you've lived every girl's dream. There's a slut hiding in all of us. We want to let go. We want to fuck every good looking guy we meet. You've done it. You got it out of your system before you got married."

"I hope so," Julie sniffed, "But you're right. I'm nothing but a slut. I've been a slut since high school. What if John finds out."

"Don't tell him a thing," Kathy said shaking her head. "Guys like their women to be pure except of course when they are with them. Then they want the raging nymphomaniac."

"Am I a nymphomaniac? Does that mean I can't help myself? What if I can't be faithful?"

"Sure you can, Julie." Kathy told her friend. "And if you do slip just don't tell John. He's a good man. You don't want to lose him. Get a good vibrator. That should keep your hormones in check. I'm sure that once you get pregnant and have kids things will be different."

.....................

The honeymoon was almost perfect. They fucked in the morning. They fucked in the afternoon. They fucked at night. Most of their meals were delivered by room service. She was surely pregnant by now, Julie thought. If so, it had to be John's baby. Tom had only cum in her pussy once. John had filled her again and again all week long.

It was almost perfect but not quite. On their last day John was in the room studying for his bar exam while Julie sunned herself on the white sands of the Hawaiian beach. Two really gorgeous dark skinned surfers walked out of the ocean and over to where she was lying. They began flirting with her. Julie didn't mind. It was harmless. She liked the attention and John was nearby. Nothing was going to happen.

Julie noticed their eyes glancing at her bikini-clad body. She couldn't blame them. Her top had just enough material to hold up her tits and cover her nipples. The bottom of her bikini wasn't anything more than a small triangle held together by strings that covered her pussy. Besides, they weren't the only one taking glances. Julie found her eyes roaming shamelessly over their trim and muscular bodies. Nothing wrong with looking she thought.




The Bride



Julie rolled over onto her stomach and gave the surfers a bird's-eye view of her naked ass cheeks shamelessly exposed by the tiny bikini she was wearing. She spread her thighs just enough so they could see the swell of her pussy through the tiny patch of material covering it. She liked showing off her body. It turned her on. Julie felt her pussy twitch. She would let them look a little longer then go back to the room and fuck John.

"Your husband is a lucky man," one of the surfers finally said after taking in the spectacular view. "I hope he doesn't mind us looking at his beautiful wife and her incredible body." 

"You can look all you want. Just don't touch."

The throbbing in her loins was getting stronger. She felt a trickle of cunt juice run down her gash. She needed to leave soon. Just a little longer, she thought. Looking was harmless. She shifted her ass and spread her thighs a little wider. More juices leaked from her pussy. The surfers watched a tiny wet spot form on the crotch of her bikini bottoms.

"It's getting kind of hot out here," one of them said. "Why don't you join us for a beer? We have some in a cooler in our van which is parked just over there behind those bushes."

"I... um," Julie found herself stuttering as she resisted the temptation to say yes. "I should probably get back to my husband."

"Sure, if that's what you want. Look, we're not going to try anything if that's what you're worried about. We were just being friendly. It's hot out here. We thought you might like a beer."

Julie closed her eyes and tried to think. It wasn't them she was worried about. She had never been able to control her sexual urges and right now they were screaming. She should go back to John. On the other hand, hadn't Kathy told Julie that she needed to learn how to control her hormones? This would be a good test. With John so close she could leave anytime she wanted.

"Okay," she heard a voice betraying her better judgment. "I... I guess just one wouldn't hurt."

They made small talk. She sat across from them on a cushion and could see them staring at her tits. Her hard nipples poked two big dents through her tiny top. She had her legs crossed Indian style and saw them occasionally glance down at her throbbing pussy puffing out from the small triangle of her bikini bottoms. They offered her a second beer. Everything was under control. She could stay a little longer. She accepted.

"Do you ever go topless?" One of the surfers asked. "I mean on the beach. A lot of girls do. They like showing off their bodies."

"Well... um... yeah," Julie replied. "I've done it a few times."

"I wish I had been there. I would give almost anything to see that. Any man would."

Julie was feeling a slight buzz from the beer. She didn't see the harm in letting them look. It wasn't cheating and she was proud of her tits. Besides, hundreds of men had already seen them. What were two more? She could always leave if things got heated. Julie reached back and unsnapped her top. She let it fall from her shoulders onto the floor of the van.

"Wow," said one of the surfers. "Those are -- I mean you are - magnificent." 

"Thank you," Julie responded pushing out her chest. "As I said before, you can look but no touching or I'm going to leave."

"Of course not. We already promised. No touching. We were wondering, though, and you can say no, but when we go to nude beaches we always take off our swim trunks. Do you mind if we do that? We won't if you don't want us to."

Julie took another big swig of beer. The buzz in her head grew stronger. What was the harm in letting them take off their swim trunks? They promised not to touch -- and she could always leave if she felt uncomfortable. It wasn't like she was their prisoner. Besides, she was curious about what they were packing under their trunks. Not that it mattered. She was going back to John as soon as she finished her beer. 

"If you want to," Julie told them shrugging her shoulders. "I don't care."

She watched one of the surfers untie his swim trunks and push them down his legs. Her eyes got big. His cock was huge and it wasn't even hard. The other surfer removed his trunks. His cock was just as impressive. Julie fidgeted nervously. She felt her pussy twitch with excitement. The throbbing in her loins was getting more and more intense. She had to get out of there.

"Um... maybe I should go now," Julie said with a slight slur as she finished her second beer.

"Sure -- anytime you want but we really are enjoying your company. Why don't you stay and have another beer? Look, we'll put our trunks back on if that's making you uncomfortable." 

"No, you don't have to. It's getting late, that's all," Julie replied and then heard words come out of her mouth that she hadn't intended to say. "I... I guess I could have one more but then I really have to go." 

"Great," one of them replied pulling three more beers out of the cooler. "Look, if it would make you feel more comfortable you could take off your bottoms. I mean, since we already have ours off. It would be like being on a nude beach. Of course you don't have to. It was just a thought." 

Julie took another long swig of beer. The buzz in her head was clouding her judgment. What was the harm in letting them see her pussy she wondered? She could see their cocks, so wasn't it only fair? She noticed that their eyes were focused between her legs. Julie looked down and realized that there was a small wet spot in the crotch of her bikini bottoms. Maybe she should take them off. 

"If I do you need to understand that I'm not going to cheat on my husband. You can look but you can't touch."

"Of course not," one of them replied. "We already told you - we would never do anything like that."

Julie peeled the bottoms down her legs and kicked them off. She sat across from the two surfers with her back against the side of the van and her feet on the cushion. Her knees were raised in the air. She spread her thighs. They stared at her naked pussy shaved of all hair. Her hard clit poked out from the top of her slit. Glistening pink folds peeked out from her gash. The throbbing between her legs was intense. A bead of cunt juice dribbled down her slit.

Julie watched their cocks grow harder. Her nipples felt like they were going to burst. He pussy throbbed. She closed her eyes and mustered all her willpower to resist the temptation to lean forward and suck one of those beautiful cocks into her mouth. Julie was determined to conquer her feelings of lust. She had to learn how to do that for John.

The three of them sat there naked sipping their beers and staring at each other. Without asking one of the surfers wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke it up and down. She watched the other do the same thing. They had promised not to touch her but no one said anything about touching your own body. What they were doing was still within the boundaries that they had agreed to -- or was it?

Julie's eyes feasted on the two hard cocks. Her mouth watered. She wanted them so badly. She closed her eyes and struggled to resist the urges racing through her body. If they could touch themselves then so could she. Maybe that would satisfy her cravings. Julie slid down on the cushion and pulled her knees back. Her hand moved between her legs. A finger parted her folds and found her clit. She rubbed it desperately.

"Oh... oh god... uuunnnggghhhh..."

Julie plunged two fingers deep into her pussy. Wet squishing sounds filled the van as cunt juice streamed down across her exposed asshole. One of the surfers sat up on his knees right in front of her. His hand went faster and faster. Julie moved her fingers back to her clit. She was so close. The cock in front of her swelled. Cum sprayed against the back of her thighs. More splashed against her pussy and streamed down her ass. 

Julie screamed. Her pussy clenched in a series of powerful spasms. Juices poured from her gash. Cum continued to spit onto her pussy, ass, thighs and hand. He fell away. The other surfer stood over her. Julie looked up at him. Her fingers flew across her clit. She watched his cock swell and heard him grunt.

Cum sprayed across her nose and over her upper lip. More landed on her forehead and in her eye. Spurt after spurt continued to drench her face. Julie opened her mouth and received a blast directly onto her tongue. He aimed his cock at her tits where he deposited the last few drops. Julie felt her body stiffen. She put her feet on the floor of the van and lifted her ass into the air. Cunt juice shot out from her gash like a spray of pee and hit one of the surfers.

Julie fell back against the side of the van to catch her breath. She finally opened her eyes and looked at her two drinking mates sitting calmly across from her. Cum was drooling down her face. Blotches of white goo were splattered across her tits. A bead fell from one of her nipples. Her body still tingled with excitement. She knew that she had crossed a dangerous line. She needed to get out of there.

"Look, we're sorry about what just happened," one of the surfers finally said. "It's just that looking at your beautiful body was too much. We couldn't help ourselves. We never touched you though. We hope you don't hate us."

Julie barely heard what they said. She was feeling dizzy and her bladder was about to explode. She looked up at them with glazed over eyes.

"I have to pee." 

"So do we. Follow us. We have our own private bathroom."

The van was parked in a private spot surrounded by foliage on three sides. Julie squatted in a small clearing and felt the hot spray squirt from her pussy onto the sand below. She looked up at the two surfers watching her. Another urge suddenly popped into her head. It was something dirty and nasty that she had only done a few times -- always when she was drunk. She heard the forbidden words come out of her mouth.

"You can pee on me if you want."

The two surfers looked at each other like they had just met an alien from outer space. One of them grabbed his limp cock. He pointed it at Julie's body. She looked at the little slit on the tip. A spurt of golden liquid shot out and splattered onto her thighs. Then it opened up. A steady spray of hot pee splashed across her tits and streamed down her stomach dripping from her pussy onto the sand.

The other surfer grabbed his cock and let loose with another stream that splattered against her neck and over her tits. Julie turned her head, closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Pee shot directly into it and came pouring back out over her lower lip. Julie gagged and coughed. The spray of pee moved up her nose and splashed against her forehead.

One of the surfers aimed his stream directly against her nipple. Pee from the other cock continued to douse her face and hair. Julie slid a hand between her legs and rubbed her clit. Her pussy exploded. She felt the stream against her nipple slow to a trickle. Julie had lost all sense of shame. She didn't care anymore. She fell to her knees and took him between her lips.

He quickly grew hard in her mouth. Pee from the other cock was shooting into her ear. It finally slowed to a trickle as well. Julie pulled her lips off the cock she was sucking and took the other one into her mouth. When he grew hard she took it down her throat. Her mouth went back to the first cock. She alternately sucked and slurped the two cocks until spit was running down her neck and mixing with the pee coating her body. 

Julie's whole being was wired. Getting peed on was exciting beyond anything she could have imagined. Now she was sucking the cocks of two strangers she had just met. She knew this was terribly wrong -- but was it more wrong than letting them cum and pee all over her? Was sucking cock was really cheating? They hadn't touched her body. Besides, there was no taking it back now.

She took each of them all the way down her throat holding them deep and licking their balls with her tongue. Her hand continued to pump the one she wasn't sucking. She went back and forth fucking them hard and aggressively with her mouth while gagging and choking. Spit drooled in strands from her lips. She looked up at them with lust filled eyes. Her pussy clenched with excitement.

"Cum in my mouth," she demanded.

A few moments later the first surfer swelled between her lips. A blast of hot cum bounced off the roof of her mouth and flowed down over her tongue. She swallowed. More came pouring into her mouth. She continued to swallow until he was drained. She squeezed the last drop of cum from his cock and licked it off his knob.

Julie moved her mouth to the other surfer. She grabbed his ass cheeks and took him into her throat. She slammed her mouth up and down his length driving him deep on each thrust. Julie went faster and faster gagging and choking on his hard meat. Spit drooled down his balls. He rammed his cock between her lips and buried it all the way into her mouth until his pubes were pressed against her lips. 

"AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH..."

Cum blasted directly into Julie's throat causing her to gag. It came shooting out of her nose. He continued to pump cum into her mouth in a series of powerful spurts. Julie did her best to swallow it all but some still escaped her lips. When he was finished Julie dropped a hand between her legs and rubbed her clit. Seconds later she fell forward and gasped as a series of spasms gripped her body.

Somehow Julie got away without any further damaged. She pulled on her bikini and jumped in the ocean to wash the away the sins clinging to her body. Her head was still spinning from the beers. She tried to sort out what had happened. She hadn't technically cheated on John. They hadn't fucked her. Sure, things got a little out of hand but she had resisted the worst.

"Hi baby," John greeted her when she walked into the bungalow. "Did you have a nice time out on the beach?"

"It was okay. Two surfers walked up and flirted with me. I might have even encouraged them a little. The way they were looking at my body -- well it did turn me on. Is that wrong?"

"Not at all, sweetheart. I'm glad men find you attractive and sexy. Let them look all they want as long as they keep their hands to themselves. And by the way - just how turned on are you?"

John's words made Julie feel much better. They hadn't put their hands on her. She unfastened her top and let it fall to the floor. Then she stepped out of her bottoms. John followed Julie into the shower. They fucked six times before morning and were both exhausted when they headed for the airport. In the plane Julie put her head on John's shoulder and fell asleep with a smile on her face. She was no longer a slut. She was a loving wife -- and she was pregnant.



The Bride



From my earliest days, I have known that the horror would come for me. My mother whispered tales of it into the shell of my ear while I was in my very cradle, and as I grew my terror-filled imagination grew with me, my budding mind producing a being so real that it seemed it might slither from her stories and strangle me with its slime-slick, moss-covered tentacles as soon as she left my room, leaving me with the protection of only a single, flickering wick.

It was not that my mother meant to frighten me. Instead, she meant to forewarn me, to arm my intellect and soul against the inevitable plight that would seize me on my wedding day, at the instant my chosen groom pressed his lips to mine. I could almost understand it in some way, the jealousy that would be roused in the unholy beast she told me of, the envy that would cause the great, slouched monster to drag itself from the depths in protest of my nuptials. It would only want its rightful property, for any husband I chose would be a false one. The Many-Legged One has always been my true mate, the mate of all the women in my family, both my sire and-according to my mother-the only spouse I will ever have, no matter what I might try to do to escape this fate.

Time and again, she murmured this prophecy to me in the night, as far back as I can recall, the susurration of her lips close to my cheek, her eyes glowing faintly in the velvet darkness, her slitted pupils those of a cold-blooded reptile, right up to the evening she drew a razor down her wrists and pooled ruby across her sheets. As she lay dying, she mouthed the story at me to the last, until her voice stopped forever.

I watched, my own eyes paper dry, as they lowered her in the ground two days later, and fled that same afternoon, still in my best mourning dress. I had sent letters in secret for months, each page filled with the torrid promises, working my way into the hearts of a handful of men, hoping one might take a chance on me. I had aimed at gentlemen of some fortune, though the size of their accounts mattered little compared to their home's distance from the estate of my birth. As I traveled by carriage to the waiting arms of my best prospect, I knew I risked all, and yet I hoped that a delicate show of grief and a less delicate show of ankle might place me beyond my mother's prophecies.

When I finally writhed beneath Edgar Humboldt, I vowed all I owned, both financial and flesh, if only he would take me to wife. Within the week, I stood at his side in a modest ceremony, his doubting friends gathered around us. I beamed as the priest bound us together, ignoring the contemptuous smiles of his peers. They were no worry to me, now that I was free.

It was when I quivered beneath Edgar again, in the quiet of the manse, that I heard it: the bump upon the stair, too heavy for the step of any maid or manservant. It came again, thump and glide, thump and glide, the wretched sound an enormous body landing on each riser and then dragging up the hideous weight of its limbs. I covered my mouth to smother a scream. How foolish I had been to think such a simple plan might outwit the Lord of the Depths!

My husband lifted high the lamp. "What is it?" he asked.

I gathered my nightdress about me and made haste for the balcony doors. "We must run!"

"My darling, surely you cannot climb the trellis in such a state! Your poor skin will be torn by the thorns!"

How right he was, for all about the house grew the most gorgeous of roses, their briars thick against the walls, their blooms heavy in the rain. I had walked about the mansion admiring them earlier than morning, vain in my brief freedom, thinking how well they befitted me as Lady Humboldt. I could hear the Many-Legged One now, its rattling and wet breath wheezing heavily as the thing struggled up the stairs, and God help me, it had begun to call my name.

"Vir-gin-i-a... Vir-gin-i-a..."

"Who is that?" Edgar bellowed. "Who has come for you?"

I pulled at his arm. "Please, it will kill you! You must jump!"

I knew well that I could not follow him. Though we were only on the second floor of the house, the ground below me swayed like a storm tossed sea as I peered down at it. The cobbles seemed to leap up at me with each flash of lighting, ready to dash open my brow and spill my brains. Oh! If only I wasn't so afraid of heights! If only I wasn't such a coward! I would throw myself over the railing and rush down the trellis, letting thorn and briar tear at my skin rather than endure the dreaded kisses my mother had foretold for me.

"Please, Edgar! At least you can make it to the horses!"

The door began to give. The creature's arms slid and spiraled against the wood, pushing and pushing, and a thick flow of green slipped under the door and towards our feet as the oak buckled. The viscous liquid glowed in the light of the single, discarded lamp, casting strange, almost shadows about the chamber. In an explosion of splinters, my true husband burst through the portal, tentacles dancing, his dozen mouths alternating gasping and calling my name, its hundred serpent eyes rolling towards me at once. Edgar flung himself off the balcony with a single cry even as the first of the beast's many legs wrapped around my waist. His scream was mercifully cut short as another arm tore free my nightdress.

Edgar would never know what had happened to his wife, not that I had truly been Edgar's wife at all. In the pitch-black of my heart, had I ever wanted to serve any husband but the Many-Legged One? Had I ever feared anything but my own vile yearnings?

Trembling, swooning, I gave myself to the start of its probing, thrusting tongues.

"Vir-gin-i-a... my bride..."



The Bride & the Black Bartenders



Pamela sighed as her fiancé kissed and licked around her big nipples. She could feel the wetness between her thighs. God, she wanted him inside her, but she had vowed to wait until they were married and not for the first time since they had met, she considered breaking that vow. 

Pamela was a typical "spoiled" little Southern Belle. She had attended only the most exclusive private schools and had just graduated fourth in her class from Princeton. It was at Princeton that she had her first and only sexual experience. She had been seduced by one of her professors, a snobbish, uptight, older man whom she had foolishly thought she had loved. He had slobbered all over her big breasts as he took her virginity and he ejaculated inside his condom minutes after penetrating her vagina. It had hurt and not been the least bit enjoyable, but she had loved him. Days later she had caught him with another student and she had fled crying from his office. She had vowed never to have sex again until the "I do's" had been said between her and a man she was sure loved her and wasn't just after her body. 

Michael tried to unbutton her blouse further down past her navel. He had kissed down her belly to her navel when she stopped him. "Only two more days stud," she told him as she stared at him seductively. "Then this bodies all yours." 

And what a body it was. Michael had never seen as perfect a figure as his future wife had. He had been waiting with her parents when Pamela had returned from college. Michael Winfeild Scott, a descendant of the general by the same name, had been set up to meet Pamela by their parents. He hadn't been thrilled with the idea of an arranged date, but had given in, when he had been shown a picture of the beautiful young woman. Michael had felt his penis stir in his pants the moment she had walked into the room. 

Pamela had been angry with her parents at first since she was just getting over the professor, but she had conceded to have dinner with the dashing young med student. He had quickly charmed her and she had agreed to another date. They had been dating eight months when he asked her to marry him. 

Michael could swear that his penis hurt, when she stopped him. "Come on honey, you can't leave me like this," he said despairingly as he stood up to show her his bulge. "I know you started taking the pill, so why wait?" 

"I want it too, but It's only two days honey," she said. "Then you get to be the first person to put his bare penis inside me." 

Michael knew about the professor and how the experience had hurt her so much. 

Pamela suddenly had a naughty thought, and said,"Wait here." She ran to the bathroom, put a glob of vaseline on her hand and returned to her fiancé. He was still standing there with a curious look on his face when she sat down facing is crotch. Pamela looked up at Michael seductively as she slowly unzipped his shorts with her empty hand. 

Michael couldn't believe it, Pamela was going to give him a blow job. He had dreamed about this all year. Some of Michael's cruder friends had told him she had DSL (dick sucking lips), when they had first seen her. He watched his fiancé take out his penis and began stroking it with her vaseline covered hand. He was disappointed when he realized all she was doing was jacking him off, but he started enjoying the sensations. Anyway, this was a step in the right direction. 

He smiled at the thought of breaking in this practically virginal woman. He had fucked around with lots of women and fantasized about all the new experiences he could teach his fiancé. He smiled down at the expression on her face, it was a cross between disgust and fascination. His mind kept screaming SUCK IT, SUCK IT. Yeah baby, get to know the cock that your going to worship with your mouth, the cock that's going to give you your first orgasm, the cock that's going to fuck your hot ass. Yeah, that tight pussy's all mine.This was the farthest he had ever gotten Pamela and the excitement caused him to shoot his load after a few minutes. 

Pamela found jacking off Michael to be disgusting, but she had never gotten this close of a look at a penis before. She had briefly seen the professor's penis, nearly hidden by his paunch and she hadn't been all that impressed. Michael's was bigger, just over six inches she guessed and slightly thicker. It was beautiful, erotic in a way, as it jumped beneath her stroking hands all shiny with vaseline. It twitched and Pamela jumped back as a strand of semen flew out of the flared head of his cock, it was quickly followed by a couple of smaller gobs. Yuck, she thought as she ran to clean up. Michael yelled through the bathroom door that he'd meet her out on the beach. 

Her parents had rented out a old Colonial era inn for the wedding. It sat right on the beach. Tonight and tomorrow wedding guests would be staying there until the reception downstairs. Then everyone, including the owners were leaving so that the newly married couple would have the large house all to themselves. 

Pamela slipped on one of her more daring bikinis. The cups were small and revealed a lot of her breasts out the bottoms and sides. The panties barely covered her firm behind and it was a leopard-skin pattern that made her feel like a wild animal. She wouldn't have dared where the bikini in front of her parents and the other guests, but most wouldn't be arriving until tomorrow night. She liked what she saw in the bathroom mirror. "Make way for Pamela, Queen of the Jungle," she said. "Reorrwrrr." 

She threw a towel over her shoulder and walked down the steps. She turned the corner towards the beach exit and nearly got knocked down as she bumped into chest of a large man. He grabbed her and held her steady. She found herself completely engulfed within his arms and was staring at a large barrel chest. When he started caressing her sides, she looked up at a large handsome black face staring down at her. She jumped back angrily. 

"Well, well," he chuckled. "The jungle Queen isn't ready to submit to the Strong Nubian warrior before her." He then added "Yet." 

Pamela noticed another large black man watching them from the corner of the room. She had never been around a lot of black people, nor had anyone ever spoken to her like that before. She was suddenly very conscious of her near nudity and felt intimidated and a little frightened. 

"Y..you just keep your hands off me," she managed to stutter. "Get out of my way." 

The man she had bumped into, held his hands up in a gesture of submission and motioned for her to pass. She angrily stomped past the two black men and out the door towards the beach. 

Will and Mark smiled at each other as they watched the angry woman marching down to the beach. Their tongues were practically hanging out of their mouths as they watched her ass shake as she walked over the sand. 

"Bro, that had to have been the hottest piece of white ass, I ever seen. said Mark in awe. 

He was the bigger of the two at 6'6" to Will's 6'3". The two men worked as bartenders at a male strip bar, usually wearing nothing but bow ties and tight briefs to show off their abnormally large bulges. They both were weight lifters and had fucked many a married white woman from both the gym and the bar. They had taken the bartending job at the reception because Pamela's father was offering $500 cash for three hours work. 

"You gonna fuck her?" asked Will. 

"Yeah, I think I am," said Mark confidently. "How 'bout you?" 

"I don't think we can." answered Will 

"Why Not?" asked Mark 

"Cause here comes her husband." answered Mark as he pointed towards the beach. 

Michael was furious, Pam had been a nervous wreck as she told him of her encounter with the black men and he wanted to know what a couple black guys were doing at their inn. He burst into he room and slammed the door. 

"Which one of you "boys" touched my fiancé." screamed Michael angrily. He stopped when he saw the size of the two men standing before him. They actually seemed amused at his indignation. 

"It was an accident, Suh" said Mark in his most subservient voice. "Yo Missus, jus bumped inta me and I caught her." 

"What are you "boys" doing here anyways?" asked Michael a little more confidant now with their submissive behaviour. 

"Sorry Mistuh," Will chimed in. "We just be here settin up the bar fo duh recepcion. 

Stupid Negroes with their bad English thought Michael, No wonder they never amount to anything. "You just keep your dirty black hands off my fiancé," he said. "Or I'll find another couple of bartenders for my wedding." Michael saw their eyes narrow at that comment and sensing he had gone too far he backed off and returned to his wife. 

Mark and Will cracked up laughing as they watched the man fleeing down the beach. "Settin up da bar fo the recepsion," Mark laughed clapping his friend on the back. "That was classic." "You weren't so bad yourself, bro" said Will. "So that hot bitch is marrying that asshole." he nodded out the window. Pamela was modeling her bikini for her husband. 

Mark watched as she did a little pirouette before her husband a couple hundred feet from the Inn. He remembered the way she felt in his arms when she had bumped into him. He had grabbed her up by her breasts and slowly moved his hands down over her full hips. His cock stirred as he watched her out on the beach. Doubtless that little prick was bragging about how he had put the two "boys" in their place. 

"Well, there goes all hope of fucking that bitch," sighed Will. 

"I don't think so bro," said Mark still staring at the bride-to-be. 

"I don't care how hot you think you are, Mark, you can't fuck no woman just when she's getting married," argued Will. "A few years from now, sure, no problem." 

"Remember our little trip to Mexico?" Mark asked. 

"Yeah so," replied Will a little perplexed. 

"I picked up some knock out drops, when we were there," Mark told him, a big smile on his face. 

Ah, the date rape drug, thought Will. "So we beat up his white ass and drug his wife." he said. "Not me, that's rape." 

"I ain't never had to rape no woman and I'm not going to start now." said Mark a little indignantly. "Here's what I had in mind...." 

Will nodded as Mark filled him in on the plan. It just might work he thought. 

****************** 

Mark and Will were busy mixing drinks for all the guests at the reception. It was what they called the post-wedding rush, when all the bored guests filed out of the church and headed straight to the bar. Mark was on the inside, in the dining area and Will was stationed outside on the large deck that ran around the Inn overlooking the beach. 

People were talking about what a handsome couple, the bride and groom were, when Will overheard someone say, that the newlyweds had the big old inn all to themselves this evening. His ears perked up at that, and the first chance he got he ran inside to tell Mark. Mark had heard the news already, and said "That's perfect, we'll sneak back after everyone;s gone and if we get caught, we'll just say we were picking up some of our things." 

They were interrupted by someone announcing, "Ladies and gentleman, may I present Mr and Mrs Michael Winfeild Scott." 

Michael entered the room looking all handsome and dapper in his black tuxedo, but all eyes were on Pamela as she entered behind him. She was absolutely stunning in her long white wedding gown. It hugged her lean figure perfectly and it had a plunging neckline that showed off a nice amount of cleavage. There was a spattering of applause and Mark felt his cock become fully erect at the sight of the blushing bride. He had always found white lace to be very sexy and he shifted the cock in his pants to get more comfortable. 

There was another rush for drinks and Will returned outside to his bar. Mark and Will were busy serving drinks the rest of the reception and during the buffet dinner out on the deck. Mark tried to catch the brides eye all afternoon, but she wouldn't have anyhting to do with him. Her husband kept getting her drinks and they both appeard to be getting a little drunk. 

"You want a refill Mrs. Scott," Michael asked his wife as she finished her wine. "Why Mr. Scott, are you trying to get me drunk?" she replied. "I think its a pretty safe bet that your going to get laid tonight." They laughed and kissed each other. 

Actually, Michael was trying to get her drunk. He wanted her to loosen up so that tonight he could pretty much do as he pleased with her body. Michael felt a little light headed himself and figured he should slow down on the booze himself. Motioning for some friends to join him. He headed over to the big black guys bar. 

"Well, well, Don't you look good all dressed up in those fancy duds, boy" Michael said. 

"What'll it be Mr Scott," Mark replied, his patience was almost at the breaking point. The jerk had been making snide comments to him all afternoon and they had gotten worse the more he had drank. Mark noticed a couple of big guys standing behind the groom. The wimp actually brought some of his frat brothers to back him up, he thought. 

"Just one glass of wine, I think I had enough this evening," he slurred, then turned to his buddies. "I don't want to miss out on anything tonight". His buddies grinned and clapped him on the back. 

Shit, thought Mark, I missed my chance. He listened to the rich white boys banter back and forth. He swore he heard them say that the bride and groom hadn't had sex yet. He looked over at the bride getting her picture taken with the guests. How can anyone be around that sexy bitch and not fuck her? He had already picked up on the fact that they had started dating over a year ago. Mark grinned, she must be ready to explode in frustration without having sex for over a year. He handed over the glass of wine. 

"You boys, just be sure not to steal anything you hear," warned Michael. 

"We're not going to steal nothing, suh" replied Mark demurely. Nothing but your wife that is. 

Mark watched the groom take the wine over to his wife. He was thinking they might have to drug her after all, when Will came in from outside. Mark informed him that the plan was in jeopardy because the groom wasn't drinking anymore, he also filled his buddy in on the conversations he had overheard. 

"We got one more chance," Will reminded him. 

******************** 

"May I have your attention everyone," said the DJ. "Please gather around for the champagne toast." 

Michael looked around for a drink and saw the large black bartender standing before him holding two glasses of champagne. The bartender was showing them the proper respect as he handed a glass to his wife with a little bow, and then one to him with a grin on his black face. 

Michael was staring into his beautiful wifes eyes, imagining all the things he was going to teach this inexperienced young woman tonight and over the rest of their lives. He had wasted a years worth of sex waiting for this day, and she was going to pay for every minute of it. He missed most of his brother's speech as he fantsized about tonight. He caught the usual B.S. found true love, happines, eternity,blah, blah, blah. The large wedding party, cheered for the couple as they downed their champagne. 

Michael frowned a little, at the taste of his. His father- in -law must of skimped on the good stuff, he thought. 

**************** 

Michael pecked at some of the left over food as Pamela hugged her parents goodbye. The caterers were returning in the morning to clean up everything so that the couple might get something to eat if they got hungry later on. Michael was a lot drunker then he had planned on and he stifled a yawn. This past week had really worn him out. 

Pamela waved to her parents and shut the door with a sigh. "Finally we're alone" she said as she walked into her husbands arms. She felt his penis harden in his pants and playfully gave it a little squeeze. Michael bent over and lifted her into his arms and with a groan he struggled to carry her up the stairs. He entered the honeymoon room and dropped her on the bed, breathing heavily. He began to undress as she watched. 

"Wait, honey," she said in excitement. "I have a surprise for you." Pamela lifted up her long gown and ran out to the room she had spent her last night as a single woman in. She stood before the mirror and unzipped the back of her dress. She struggled out of the dress and looked at herself in the mirror. She wore a small lacy white bra that pushed her large breasts up and revealed the tops of her half dollar sized nipples. Just under her navel she wore a white garter belt that supported her white nylons. Her panties were see through and revealed her well trimmed bush. She ran a hand down her belly and into her panties, she was already wet with anticipation. Then clad only in her lingerie and heels, she walked back to her and Michaels room. 

Mark and Will were hiding behind the outdoor hot tub, just off the beach. They had left the inn, parked their van around the next block and had hurried back down the beach. The ony light on in the old inn was upstairs in the bride and grooms room. They snuck up onto the deck and entered through the large sliding glass door, which Will had made sure was unlocked ealier. Mark had brought a flashlght and he shined it before them as they crept throught the dining area towards the steps. 

Pamela walked down the dark hall to their room, She opened the door and stood before her husband. "See anything you like," she purred. He didn't respond. Michael had stripped to his boxers and was lying on the bed fast asleep. That insensitive bastard, she thought. What kind of a man passes out on his wedding night? 

She climbed up on bed and throwing one nylon clad leg over his body, she straddled her husband. Pamela began rubbing her crotch against his moaning. "Please honey, wake up, I need it so bad," she sighed as she tried to shake him awake to no avail. Angrily she dismounted and stormed out of the room. 

Mark and Will we're about to climb the stairs when the hallway light on the second floor came on. They scrambled for cover, and hid under one of the dining room tables. They heard the click, click of high heels coming down the stairs and peeked out. 

Mark couldn't beleve his eyes at the vision that presented itself before him. He looked up the stairs at her white high heel then he let his eyes travel up her fit lean legs to her panties and garters. He slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his 12" cock and began stroking it as his gaze traveled up her flat stomach to the breasts that were way to large for someone so thin. He hadn't gotten the leopard bikini out of his mind for two days and, the slut-bride look was about to put him over the edge. Her blonde hair was still done up so that she looked every bit the conservative, elegant woman from the neck up, but from the neck down she had a body built for big cock. 

Will looked down at his buddies foot-long monster, "Watch where you point that thing," he whispered. When they had first met, Will had been a little intimidated by the size of his friends cock, he had always been proud of his own 9" rod and he wasn't used to being outdone in the cock department. The feeling of intimidation had turned to sympathy when he realized that none of the women they had fucked had been able to take all twelve inches. Most found his own monster a little uncomfortable at first. They always came back for more though. 

They watched the sexy bride, walk around picking at leftovers. She was sobbing a little in frustration when she fixed herself a drink. They heard her mutter to herself, "I can't believe how horny I am. That bastard," They grinned at each other as she walked past their hiding spot and into the living room. Pamela sat down on the couch and turned the tv on. Her state of arousal overwhelmed the horny woman and she found herself rubbing her clit as she sat there. 




The Bride & the Black Bartenders



Will had to physically restrain Mark as the larger man was practicaly ready to attack her right there. "Don't fuck up the plan," he whispered. Mark calmed down and they slipped quitely up the stairs. Mark and Will quietly pushed open the door to the honeymoon suite. Will fumbled around for the light switch, found it, and flipped it on. The two black men smiled at each other when they saw Michael snoring contentedly on the bed. Mark easily threw the comatose man over his shoulder and left the room, while Will began stripping. Mark roughly dropped Michael on the floor in another room and returned to Will. Will was lying on the bed naked stroking his cock to erection. 

"Alright, I'll keep watch," said Mark as he unscrewed the light bulb until it went out. "Loosen her up for me buddy." 

"I'll do my best," said Will as Mark left the room. 

Pamela had been rubbing her clit hard for ten minutes. Finally, in frustration, she gave up. The more she thought about Michael the more pissed off she got. She wanted to feel his large penis inside her. She wanted to experience an orgasm. How could he do this to her? Pamela got up and headed back upstairs. 

Mark was watching at the top of the stairs. He saw her coming and ran to another room tapping Will's door quietly as he passed. 

Pamela entered her room and flipped the light switch. CLICK, nothing happened and the room remained pitch black. The lightbulb like her husband was burnt-out she reasoned. She sat down on the bed and was removing her heels when a strong hand closed around her arm, startling her. "Michael you bastard, how dare you fall asleep on me," she yelled at him. Michael didn't say anything, he just took her hand and put it on his penis. Her fingers closed around it automatically and she began stroking it like she had done the other night. 

The darkness must have been playing tricks on her because it felt a lot bigger and a lot thicker. The monster was as hard as a rock. She pushed her husband down on his back and straddled him. Pamela began rubbing his penis along her soaking wet panty covered crotch. Will could barely contain himself. He wanted nothing more at that moment then to rip off those panties and fuck her hard. His senses seemed more acute in the dark and his mind easily pictured the elegant looking woman in the slutty lingerie straddling him. 

Pamela sat up long enough to pull her panties off and she quickly straddled her husband again. She could feel his long penis twitching between her legs as she unhooked her bra. She wanted to remove the garters and stockings also, but he couldn't wait any longer. The horny young bride sat up and inserted the large head of her husband's penis into her vagina. She moaned a she lowered herself down slowly on it. It did feel a lot bigger then it had the other day. She figured he must not have been fully erect when she had jerked him off the other day. She had taken about half of his fat penis when it started to hurt a little and she paused. 

Will was in shock. Never had he felt a pussy as tight and as hot as this horny bitch's. She had practically jumped on his cock in an effort to get it inside of her. He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands, feeling their weight and how firm they were. He grabbed her nipples and began squeezing them between his thumbs and forefingers. 

The discomfort was being replaced by waves of pleasure and Pamela lowered herself a few more inches. Michael was squeezing her nipples a lot more roughly then he had in the past and she found she liked the sensations. She moaned in pleasure as he pinched them hard. Pamela estimated there was about two inches to go until she was fully impaled and she decided to go for it. She dropped down the remaining inches and gasped as his penis penetrated her fully. 

"Oh Michael, I love how your penis feels inside me," she cried as she collapsed on is hard chest. "Promise me we'll do this every night." 

Pamela caressed her husbands firm chest. Michaels muscles seemed more pronounced in the dark then they had appeared on the beach. Here was a strong man that could protect her and someday give her many children. 

"Michael, your the only man to ever have his naked penis inside me." She moaned as she slowly slid up and down is hard rod. Will's eyebrows shot up when she said that. So, she had never been fucked by an unprotected cock. 

She leaned down to kiss him and he grabbed her ass with his hands as they tentatively felt each others tongues. He held her tightly and rolled over. Pamela gasped as the full weight of her husbands body seemed to crush her. He started kissing down her neck and started licking around her nipples. She ran her hands up his strong muscular back and grabbed his hair moaning as he bit one of her nipples. His hair must have been really mussed, because it felt kind of kinky. He roughly pulled her hands off his hair and had her grab onto the rails of the bed, causing her breasts to thrust out as her back was arched. She felt like a doll in his strong arms and found she liked the feeling of being used for his pleasure. 

Will kept his cock in her as he sat up kneeling. He held her knees in his arms and began fucking her hard. He was very impressed with her. She had taken all nine inches of his cock with little difficulty. He wished he could see her hot body as he rammed her with his cock. He imagined her big breasts shaking as he pumped her and he could picture her belly having convolutions with each thrust of his cock. He was fucking her with all nine inches repeatedly, when she started screaming in pleasure. "Oh my god, oh my god, Michael" she screamed. "It's happening, I"m cummmmming" 

Will smiled as the girl thrashed about in the throes of her first orgasm beneath the relentless pounding he was giving her. He was getting close and his rhythm was starting to suffer. He jerked a couple of times and then grunted as his cum erupted from his cock. Pamela felt his hot seed spray the insides of her vagina and moaned as another orgasm exploded from her body. His penis sprayed what had felt like a gallon of semen inside her before he pulled it out and she felt another glob land on her belly. She felt empty without him inside her. Her husband had collapsed panting beside her and she snuggled into his arms. "Oh Michael, I never imagined sex could be that good," she sighed contentedly. "I love you." Instead of answering he just leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Pamela felt his sperm leaking from her vagina and whispered that she'd be right back and yelped as he smacked her ass playfully."

Mark had turned on the light, to investigate the room he was hiding in. He knew from previous experience that he had about an hour until his friend was done breaking in the pretty young bride. Michael was still snoring on the floor a dumb look on his face. Mark looked around and realized this must have been Pamela's room by all the womans clothing strewn about. He noticed the leopard print bikini lying on a drawer and picked it up. He lifted the panties up to his nose and sniffed. Mark had turned out the light and was running the bikini panties up and down his massive shaft as he pictured the bikini clad girl he had seen two days ago. 

He heard the door to the honeymoon suite open and watched as Pamela ran to the bathroom. She seemed to be so happy, and she was glowing as she ran by him clad only in her garters and nylons. He crept out as she went into the bathroom. She hadn't closed the door completely and he peered through the crack. He could see her reflection in the mirror, and she was bent over with a tissue cleaning up Will's large deposit of semen from her pussy. As he watched the beautiful woman scooped up a large glob of semen off her belly with her finger tip. She seemed to study it for a bit and then plopped it into her mouth. Marks foot long cock was pointing right at the unsuspecting girl and it seemed to be pulling him towards her as Mark watched Pamela lick up his buddies sperm. If she wants to taste sperm, he'll let her taste sperm, thought Mark. She sat down on the toilet and began removing her stockings as she urinated, so Mark headed to her room. He met Will at the doorway and Will gave him the thumbs up as he headed down the stairs.

Mark heard Pamela leave the bathroom and head back down the hall. He grabbed her and held her in his arms when she entered the room. She hugged him back, a moment before he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down. She resisted at first then dropped to her knees before his massive cock. 

Pamela sighed in her husbands strong arms. She felt his once more erect penis, rubbing against her leg. His big hands were forcing her to her knees and she gave in and dropped down. She could sense his giant penis swaying before her face in the darkness, like a wild animal waiting to pounce. Michael's large hands grabbed the sides of her head and began pulling her forward. "Michael No, I'm not going to do this," she said firmly. 

His hands kept pulling her forward, they were so strong, they felt like they could crush her if she resisted. "Michael, please don't, it's disgusting." she pleaded again. 

He just relentlessly pulled her forward so that the fat head of his large penis was pushing at her lips. Her heart was beating rapidly and she could feel the wetness dripping from her legs. She loved the feeling of being helpless and forced to serve her husband's every need. She had no idea Michael was this strong and dominant and she knew that she would be a satisfied woman for the rest of her life. She relented and opened her mouth to the monster trying to get inside. She took the fat head in her mouth and sucked on it for awhile. Pamela removed it from her mouth and began to lick all around the tip of his penis, then down the sides. She licked over a large vein on the underside and felt his pulse with her lips. Her husband had seemed to grow in size when she had submitted to him and now his body and his penis seemed absolutley gigantic. She couldn't believe that she had taken all that monster inside of her and felt proud that she had. She was new at pleasing a man in this fasion and Michael's hands helped her as they guided her face all over his large penis. His hands had her taking about six inches down her throat. He was pumping her face when she removed it gasping for air. 

"Oh Michael, I love you, I love your big penis," She stuttered out as she breathed heavily. 

He pulled her back down on him and she began sucking again. Her mouth was so full of his penis that it clogged her ears and she barely heard him grunt out "Call it a cock," 

She felt so slutty as she worshipped his monster "cock". She relaxed her throat muscles and was able to get another inch and a half inside. She had been bobbing her head up and down for about 15 minutes when she felt his penis swell up. It grew so big that she thought her jaw would break as the big head swelled up and began releasing his load. 

It reminded her of a time at college when she had shotgunned a beer. At first the beer had poured smoothly down her throat, then she had gagged and the overflow had spilled out of her mouth. 

His hot semen filled her belly, then her mouth and then it poured out the sides of her mouth around his cock and spilled down her chin. His cock jumped again and another stream filled her mouth. She liked the taste and hoped that in the future, she'd be able to swallow al of it. She removed her mouth from the head of his cock and was caught by surprise when another stream hit her in the face. She kissed his big head worshipfully. 

Mark was surprised by Pamela's cock sucking ability. What she had lacked in skill she had made up for with enthusiasm. He needed a few minutes to recharge and he picked his new cock-slut up and roughly pushed her onto the bed so that her legs were dangling off the edge. 

Pamela was caught off guard, as her husband tossed her onto the bed. Was he trying to make up for a years worth of lost sex in one night? She felt her legs pulled aside and his faced pressed against her vagina. Before she even had time to protest, Michael was thrusting his tongue in and out of her vagina. No, not her vagina, her pussy, he was thrusting his tongue in and out of her pussy. And it felt incredible. Her friends at school had told her about this and she had called them sluts and had stormed off to their laughter. Her belly was undulating uncontrollably and she was throwing her head back and forth when the third orgasm of her life erupted from the depths of her body. 

Mark had been tugging on his cock as he ate her, and it was rock hard again by the time she orgasmed in his face. He stood and flipped the near comatose woman over onto her stomach. He pulled up her hips so that her pussy was level with his cock as he stood on the side of the bed. Her head was buried in the blankets and she moaned when he pushed the head between her vagina lips. "Oh Michael, please fuck me again," she screamed. "fuck meeee with that big cock." 

Mark had pushed about eight inches into her before he met resistance. Will had done a good job stretching her out. He pushed in another inch and heard her moan in pleasure. her pussy was so tight and hot it was milking his cock, tryinhg to pull it in deeper. He was surprised that she was thrusting her ass back into him like she wanted more. He was fucking her hard with nine inches now and decided to slip in another, She screamed in orgasm when he reached ten inchs. Out of the hundreds of woman he had fucked, none had been able to take more then ten inches of his cock and most found ten uncomfortable. Mark knew instinctively that here was the bitch who could take it all. He fed another inch inside her as he fucked her hard. She screamed in pain at the eleven inch mark. 

"Nooo Michael it hurts," she sobbed 

Mark could hear her crying. He needed to take her mind off her pussy for a minute. He put two of his big fingers in his mouth to wet them and started working one around her anus. Pamela was shocked when she realized what her husband was doing. Her pussy still ached from the relentless pounding of his unsatiable monster and now he was working a finger into her ass. 

"N..o M..ichael, d.. on't" she stuttered out, and cried "Aaaghh" as his finger pushed in deep. Pamela forgot about the pain in her pussy as it was replaced by the pain from the finger in her ass. Mark worked his other finger inside her ass, causing her to scream again. He knew Will would want a crack at her ass later and he was helping stretch her out as both his fingers combined were about the size of a white boys penis. She seemed adequately distracted now and he fed her all twelve inches of his fat cock. She didn't scream this time, just moaned and he felt the sheets slide up the bed as she must have been gripping them tightly. 

Will had been wandering around downstairs. He fixed himself a drink and then walked outside, still naked, to get a breath of fresh air. He walked by the hot tub and decided to fire it up for later. He finished with the hot tub and walked inside. In the living room he looked up in surprise, he could hear the bed upstairs jumping every time his friend fed Pamela his cock. His own cock stirred as he imagined the fucking the white girl was getting from Mark. She'd never go back to white dick after this night. He sensed Mark was close to finishing and worked his way upstairs. 

The pain was a fading memory and was quickly being overshadowed by waves of pleasure. Pamela thought that she had died and gone to heaven or maybe hell and the devil himself had decided to make her his fuck toy. That was it, only the devil could have a cock this large, no two cocks, one fucking her ass and one fucking her pussy. 

She was now a complete slut for his cock. Her husband had invaded every orifice in her body and she would willingly submit to his every desire from now on. She wanted to scream for him to never stop fucking her, she wanted to tell him how much she loved his big cock, she wanted to tell him she loved having his dick in her mouth and that she loved the taste of his semen, but all she could get out was a long moan. 

She felt it getting closer now. It had started deep in her body the minute the pain had gone. She was about to have the mother of all orgasms and the intensity of her feelings frightened her. Mark heard Will come into the room and pat him on the back. He grunted in reply. 

"I'm going to c..cum, M..m.aster" she screamed. 

Will reached over and screwed the light bulb back in until the light flickered on. Pamela buried her head in the blankets until her eyes got used to the light. 

"I'm going to c..um all over your b..big c..cock again." she loudly moaned as she got up on her hands and knees thrusting back into him hard. Pamela could feel the waves of pleasure spreading out through her body and she turned to smile at her husband. The first thing she saw was a giant naked black man standing by the lamp, grinning at her. The image seemed somehow surreal and she turned to look at Michael. Her eyes opened wide in horror at the sight of the black giant fucking her. Sweat was pouring down his face and his massive muscles were rippling on his chest. His eyes were closed in concentration and he bellowed as he sprayed his load into her pussy. His cum hit places she didn't know she had and the feeling put her over the edge as the super orgasm erupted from her body. She let out a scream so loud that the other black man covered his ears with his hands. Pamela's eyes rolled up in her head and she passed out from the pleasure. 

Will looked over at the collapsed woman. She was covered in dried sperm around her mouth and chest. Her pussy ws gaping wide and fresh sperm was pouring out in waves. It made her look even more beautiful. 

"I've never seen anything like that in my life," Will said in awe. Mark's eyes were still closed and he just grunted as he gasped for air. The sweat glistened off his heaving chest. "Hey buddy, you look a sight, I fired up the hot tub. Lets go soak" Will said. Mark opened his eyes and grinned at his friend. He threw the comatose Pamela over his shoulder and they headed out the door. 

"She took it all Will," said Mark still in a state of shock. 

Will just shook his head. he was as surprised as Mark. "Just what was all that "Master" shit about.?" he asked. 

"I don't know," replied Mark swelling up with pride. "but I liked it." They made it downstairs and Will went to mix them some drinks. Mark climbed the ladder to the hot tub and sat Pamela down. He lowered himself in and sighed with pleasure as the heat penetrated through to his joints. Will soon joined him and they were laughing as they exchanged stories about the evening. They heard Pamela stirring. 

She awoke form a fantastic dream. She was at her wedding, but instead of a wedding gown she was wearing her leopard print bikini as she married Michael. Then after they has said their "I do's" and kissed, she hurried through the crowd towards the beach. Only to bump into the arms of a giant black African warrior.The Black man had told her, "Now my jungle queen, you are ready to submit to the Nubian warrior." He had forced her to her knees and she was surprised to see that he had two cocks, one was a beautiful shiny foot long black monster,and the one above it was white, half the size of the black one and it was covered in vaseline. "Choose" he had demanded and she had began sucking on the black cock as her parents, husband, and all the wedding guests applauded in the background. 

Pamela opened her eyes and lazily looked around the tub she was soaking in. She jumped in shock when she saw the black men staring at her intently. Tears burst from her eyes as she struggled towards the ladder. "No, no, this can't be happening," she cried in agony when two strong hands grabbed her ankles and pulled her back into the tub. They sat her up and sandwiched her between their two strong bodies. Her nipples were right at the water level and the fear and the heat had caused them to become erect. The two black men began playing with her breasts as she sat there crying and feeling helpless. She felt herself becoming aroused again as they explored her body. 




The Bride & the Black Bartenders



The bigger black man on her right, she now recognized him as the bartender from her wedding, looked so handsome, so diferent from the intense animal she had seen fucking her a short time ago. She shivered at the memory of the massive orgasm his monster cock had given her. The size differences, the kinky hair, and the hard chests, they all made sense now. 

"W..what have you d.one with my husand?" she asked. 

They just grinned at her and filled her in on the whole sordid story. At least Michael was alright, she thought and she smiled when they told her that her husband never had to know about her infideliy and that she now knew how to please him better. They were both rubbing her legs and one had slipped a finger into her pussy causing her to sigh with pleasure. She could see the fat heads of their giant cocks, hard again, and bobbing in the water. 

"P.please stand up," she begged. "I want to see you." 

Mark and Will grinned at each other and stood up. 

Pamela gazed in awe, as the water cascaded down the two perfect bodies before her. Every muscle in their bodies was well defined from their necks to their washboard abs and the monster cocks jutting out before them. She examined Will's cock first. It was a beautiful black cucumber that stood out about nine inches. This wonderful thing had given her, her first orgasm. "Thank you," she said and she kissed the head of his cock. 

She then turned her attention to Mark's cock. She still didn't know how she had gotten that shiny black monster all the way inside her. As if he could read her mind, Mark said, "No bitch has ever taken it all before you did." She flushed with pride at the compliment as she stared at the black beauty dangling before her eyes. This thing had taken control of her body and mind. It had changed the way she thought about sex and about herself. She thought of herself as a cock-slut now. Just a tool to serve the needs of any dominant male. This was the thing that she had submitted to completely. "Master," she said out loud just before she started slurping on it lovingly. 

Will looked at his friend in surprise as the beautiful white woman worshipped his cock. Mark looked down at his slave. "Bitch, our drinks are empty." She looked up startled, then scrambled to go fix them some drinks. "And go put that jungle bikini on for me," Mark yelled down at her. 

She fixed them all some drinks and ran upstairs to throw her bikini on. She looked at herself in the mirror of the bathroom. She was a mess and quickly cleaned herself off and touched up her make up. Pamla looked at the bikini and folded the bra edges inwards a little making it even smaller. She then pulled the back of her panties up into her ass, making it look lke a thong. She wanted to please these two black gods, so that they'd fuck her again. She paused and looked in on Michael, still lying on the floor. She kissed him on the forehead. "I'm sorry honey," she said."Everything will be back to normal in a few hours, and I've learned a lot about how to please you." 

She hurried downstairs, grabbed the drinks and handed them up to Will and Mark. "Good, now go get us something to eat," Mark ordered her again. It felt good to please her men as she fixed them up some platters of leftovers. 

They had her stand in the center of the hot tub and model her bikini for them, while they ate. Mark told her to suck on Wills cock and she squeeled with delight as she dropped down to her knees and plopped his cock into her mouth. Pamela sucked on him for a while and then sat up and nestled his long cock between her breasts and began squeezing them around his shaft. He sighed when she put the head into her mouth and bean sucking on it contentedly as she ran her tits up and down his shaft. 

"Enough," ordered Mark. "Come here." 

Pamela let out a sigh of despair when she released Will's cock. She really wanted to have him cum in her mouth. Her disappointment was quickly replaced with pleasure when Mark pulled her down onto his fat cock again. He groaned as he slid into her. She took all 12" easily this time and she moaned as she rode up and down his shaft. Mark grabbed her ass with his hands and held her still. Her anus was right at the water level and filled with water as he pulled her cheeks apart. Mark looked over her shoulder at WIll invitingly. 

Will positioned his cock head on her rosebud and pushed in. She was still stretched out and the wetness helped her take most of his cock all the way inside her ass before she started squirming in pain. Pamela had never felt so full in her life. She ignored the pain and started cocncentrating on pleasing the men. Soon she was screaming as another orgasm permeated her body. "Fuck my ass, fuck my pussy, never stop fucking meee," she screamed in pleasure. 

The orgasms just kept coming like a rapid series of machine gun bursts and she felt like she was going to pass out again. "Ooooh, you guys are good at this," she moaned. 

"We've had plenty of practice," Mark grunted in her ear. Their rhythm was perfect as she rode their cocks. They had been fucking her like this for about half an hour when she felt them cum again, filling her pussy and ass. Their orgasms triggered another big one and she passed out again from the pleasure. 

***************** 

She awoke the next morning in her bed. Michael was stiring next to her. Briefly she thought it had all been a dream, but her whole body was sore as she stretched and the sheet was wet from where al their semen had leaked out of her ass and pussy. 

"W..what happened," groaned Michael as he held his head. 

He couldn't remember a thing. His wife would be furious at him for passing out on her. He glanced over at Pamela and he saw the red marks all over her gorgeous body and the dried sperm crusted on her mouth and crotch area. He must of really fucked the shit out of her. He smiled she was absolutely stunning and seemed to be glowing with an inner beauty. His six inch cock was the hardest its ever been as he looked at her. 

"How was it," he asked. Startled she looked over at her husband. "It was better then I ever imagined it could be," she replied. He swelled up with pride at the compliment and heard her moan with pleasure as he pulled her on top of him for round two. His penis slid in easily. He was surprised and disappointed at her looseness. Where was the tight virginal woman he thought he had married? He couldn't believe that he hadn't had sex in a year for this. 

Pamela moaned with pleasure when she felt Michaels cock head penetrate her pussy. Finally, she was going to have sex with the man she loved. She felt very little once the head was in. 

"Oooh lover, let me have the rest of your cock," she begged. 

Michael looked down at his penis buried inside her to the hilt and then up at his wife. They just sat there and stared at each other. 

The women were going wild at the club as the hunk cowboy slowly stripped before them. Mark was behind the bar, his chest was bare except for a bow tie. It was a busy night and he was taking advantage of a brief lull to catch up on the dishes behind the bar. The cowboy, Stallion, was a favorite amongst the regulars and always drew the crowd away from the bar and towards the stage. He was bending over when someone said. 

"Whats a girl gotta do to get a drink around here"

Mark looked up into the grinning face of the beautiful Pamela Scott. He knew she would be tracking him down sooner or later.

"I said whats a girl gotta do to get a drink around here?" Pamela repeated. 

Mark grinned and replied, "Whatever I tell her to do."



The Bride and the Camcorder



For many years I had worked as a travel writer, selling articles to magazines and newspapers. But when I realized there was more money to be made in travel pieces for TV, I studied video techniques and switched to that. I had filmed travel pieces in many countries around the world and this time was just finishing up on one to be called "Hiking the Grand Canyon." But it had been a tough and grueling job, and I was glad to see it come to end.

When I got ready to leave the Canyon area, more than anything else, I wanted to stay in a luxury hotel with a lot of hot shower water, a good restaurant, a good lounge, and I didn't want to have to drive very far to do it. The nearest town to the Grand Canyon of any size was Flagstaff, Arizona, about 75 miles away, so I drove there. I would start heading back to New York the next day. I had a phobia about planes, so I never flew, only drove.

I picked out the most luxurious-looking hotel in Flagstaff and checked in. The room was quite nice, and yes, it provided a lot of hot water. I took a long shower, put some clean clothes on and prepared to go down to the lounge for a nice cold and wet beer. I decided to take the video camera with me in case I wanted to get any shots of "the nearest luxury accommodation," other than the lodge actually in the park of course. That was often booked up.

The lounge also was large and luxurious-looking. I ordered a draft beer but was only there for about fifteen minutes when a young couple came in. It was pretty easy to tell what they had been up to. He was dressed in one of those silly-looking pearl-gray tuxedos, and she was dressed in a white satin bridal gown.

But what a looker she was! About five-foot-eight, I guessed, with long and curly blonde hair and a face more beautiful than I had ever seen in Playboy.

They sat down at the table next to mine. When the waitress came over, he ordered a double Jack Daniels on the rocks, and she ordered a white wine.

"Don't you think you've had enough for one day?" she whispered to him after the waitress left. "You had a lot to drink at the reception."

"Ish my wedding day," he said, slurring his words and winking over at me.

I tried to ignore them, but I could not help overhearing some of the subsequent conversation.

He was talking to her in a whisper, but she leaned back and said: "No way!" 

"It would be a keepshake, a memento," he said.

"I'm not going to do that in front of a complete stranger."

"Please? Pretty please with sugar on it," he whined. "Just for me?"

"He wouldn't do it anyway."

"Let me ask him."

"You can ask him, but I'm not saying I'll do it."

"Okay!" He got up, crossed over and sat down at the chair next to mine. "Can I ask you something?" he said.

"Sure."

"We jus got married."

"No kidding."

"My wife's shister took a lot of video of the wedding, but the video I would really like to have would be of the wedding night. You know what I mean?" He winked again.

"I think I know what you mean."

"Are you staying here at the hotel?"

"Yes, for the night. Then I'm heading east."

"We're staying here too. We have the bridal suite."

"Good for you."

"Are you a pretty good photographer?"

"I'm very good. I do it as a profession."

"Fantashtick! Would you be willing to take pictures of our wedding night if I paid you for your time?"

I looked over his shoulder at the bride. She just lifted her hands in the air to indicate a "whatever." But that was not a "No way." And I must admit the idea intrigued—and aroused—me. As I said: She was a real looker.

"Well, I'll tell you what," I said, "I'm not doing anything tonight, and I'm sure whatever's on TV would be boring. So why don't I do what you ask—and give it to the two of you as a wedding present?" I looked over at her and spoke loud enough for her to hear. "And as a professional, I can promise you that it will be beautiful and not obscene." Actually, I did not give a rat's ass what it was; I just wanted to see her naked and watch her get fucked. And I wanted to figure out a way to get the tape back to my room and make a quick copy of it before turning it over to them.

"Great!" he said. "Just a minute."

He went back to his own table and talked to her in whispers. To my delight, I could see that it was not taking much persuasion to get her to agree. Perhaps she was a bit of an exhibitionist. Most pretty girls are. Then he came back.

"Okay, we're not gonna have any dinner cause we had enough to eat at the reception. So how would seven o'clock be?" 

"Works for me. Where are you?"

"What room are we?" he asked her.

"Two forty six."

"Two forty six," her repeated.

"I'll be there." I tried to give his bride what I thought was a reassuring smile. She still looked a little uneasy about the idea.

II

Carrying my trusty camcorder and gear bag, I knocked on their door at seven. The groom, who was still dressed in his pearl-gray tux minus the jacket, answered it. Behind him was his bride, still in her white satin gown.

"I guess we should know each other's names," I said, offering my hand. "My name's Donald Baker, travel photographer."

"Well, my name's Chuck, and this here is Christine," he said. 

I nodded to her, but I could tell from his breath that he had not sobered up a lot. I wondered if he actually would be able to perform. I hoped so.

"We kept our stuff on so we could start just like we came in," he said. "So if you just tell us what to do to make a good video, we'll do it."

"Sounds fine to me." I put the gear bag down. "This is going to be all handheld," I said, "I'll have more mobility that way and get you a better tape." With the kind of camera I had, no additional lighting was needed. The camera adjusted the lighting itself. 

"Well, I think the first thing we would want would be for your beautiful bride to slowly get undressed—with you watching," I suggested.

"Yes!"

"Do you want to close the blinds first?" I asked.

"Hell no! Anybody wants to watch our wedding night, they're welcome to it."

Apparently both of them were exhibitionists.

"I hope you realize that I've never done anything like this before," Christine said to me.

"I realize that. I'll make sure you like the tape. It will be beautiful." 

"You have to unzip me," she said to her husband.

"All right!" He went behind her as I started shooting, took the zipper at the back of her dress and slowly pulled it down to the top of her hips. She was easily able to shuck out of the dress and laid it on the bench at the end of the bed. Now she was clad in obviously new white lace panties, a white lace bra, a white garter belt, white stockings, and white satin shoes. She pushed off the shoes. Now I guessed her actual height was more like five-seven.

"Ain't she the most beautiful thing you ever saw?" Chuck asked.

"She sure is." I continued shooting as she put one foot up on the bench, unfastened a stocking and peeled it down. Then, she did the same with the other one. Then, with a sigh, she turned to us, reached her hands behind her back, unfastened the hook, and dropped her bra on top of the dress. God, what a beautiful pair of breasts she had! Not huge, but perfectly formed, with little maroon nipples. 

Finally, with a bigger sigh, she hooked her thumbs in the sides of her panties and slowly pushed them down. What a sight! She had the most beautiful little spun-gold muff I had ever seen, and she had apparently trimmed it to one inch and perhaps even dyed it more blonde for the occasion. She also had trimmed the bottom close so it looked like a fuzz-covered peach. Shyly, she crossed her hands in front of her.

"No, don't do that!" Chuck cried, "Show us what you got."

Looking up in exasperation, she put her hands to her sides. 

Wow, I thought.

"Isn't that the prettiest pussy you ever saw?" Chuck asked.

"It sure is."

"So what's next?" he asked.

"Well, I think this is the point where she would perform oral sex. Give you a blowjob."

"All right!"

"Shouldn't he get undressed first?" she asked.

"Oh yeah, I guess that's right. Chuck, you should get undressed first."

"Okay!" He turned, quickly sat down on the bed and started to pull his shoes off. Then he stopped.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

He looked up at her. His face was nearly white. "I don't feel well," he muttered. Then he jumped up, ran for the bathroom, and closed the door.

"You---," she began to say to him. But he was gone. She looked at me. "He's been drinking all day. I should have known this would happen."

I shut the camera off. "I'm really sorry about that," I said. "What do you want to do?"

She sat on the bench. "See if he comes out."

I put the camera down.

"There's still some champagne on that table over there," she said. "Would you like one?"

"Sure."

"Bring me one too."

I carried it over to her, and she stood. "You really are quite beautiful," I said.

"Thank you."

I toasted her, and we clinked glasses. "It's a shame that your beauty might be going to waste tonight."

"Yes, standing here stark naked and drinking champagne with a total stranger is not what I had in mind for my wedding night."

I laughed. "Let me go check on him." 

It was worse than I thought. The toilet was full of vomit, and Chuck was stretched out beside it, passed out. I flushed the toilet and returned. "I guess that's the end of the picture-taking," I said. "He's passed out."

"He'll be out the rest of the night then. I know him." She sighed and sat down on the bench again. "I knew this would happen." She looked up. "What do we owe you?"

"Nothing. I told him that this would be my wedding present to you. I'm just sorry we can't complete it."

She thought about it for awhile. "We should give you something for your trouble," she said. "....Is there anything from me you would like?"

"She said as she sat there naked. Like what?"

"That thing you just mentioned."

"A blow job?"

"Yes, a blow job."

"You're kidding, right?"

"No, I'm not kidding. I would like to pay him back for ruining my wedding night."

That's not something you should do, I thought. But that was not what I said. "I would love a blow job from you," I said.

"Then drop your pants."

"Can I tape it?" I asked.

"Of course."

I propped the camera up on the dresser and turned it on. Then I unfastened my belt and pushed my pants and shorts down to my ankles. She dropped to her knees from the bench and crawled over. She took my cock in both hands, looked at it, then covered it with her mouth and started swirling her tongue around. For the next ten minutes she gave me the most delicious slurping blowjob I had ever had in my life, murmuring "mmmmmm" all the time. I was hoping now that someone was watching us.

Finally, she took it out. "Do you want to come in my mouth or would you rather fuck me?" she asked, and I could tell from the sound of her voice that she had consumed more than a few glasses of the champagne.

"I don't think I could resist an offer like that," I said. "I definitely would rather fuck you. Let me reposition the camera." I didn't even ask her permission to tape it this time. I repositioned the camera so it was trained on the bed. Then I picked her up in my arms—it seemed the right thing to do—and carried her to the bed. I laid her down, and she spread her thighs. I definitely wanted to fuck her, but I also could not resist that delicious-looking fuzzy peach.

"Is it okay if I go down on you?" I asked.

"Oh God, would you? Chuck won't do it because he says it's unmanly—but it's okay for me to do it to him."

"He doesn't know what he's missing." I took off the rest of my clothes and laid down between her thighs. Then I spent at least the next fifteen minutes eating the most delicious peach I had ever tasted, while she moaned so loud, I thought it would wake the groom.

Finally, neither one of us could resist it any longer. I kneeled between her thighs, lifted up her hips and plunged my cock into her wet pussy. I fucked her hard and fast, but both of us were so excited that we came quickly—and at the same time.

"AGGGGHH!" she cried.

I thought that was going to be it for the night, but after assuring me that Chuck would not wake up until morning, she used that magic tongue of hers to bring me up again, and we fucked more slowly and tenderly this time. And this time, I flipped her over so that she was on the top and facing the camera instead of me. She seemed to enjoy the idea of performing for the camera.

Neither one of us got any sleep. I wanted to leave early in the morning—especially before Chuck woke up—so I fucked her one more time around four a.m. 

"I've got to leave," I said, getting out of the bed. "I want to get an early start." Actually, I just wanted to get away before Chuck woke up.

"Okay." When I was all dressed, she said "Wait." She climbed out of the bed, crossed to me, stood on her tiptoes and naked as a jaybird gave me a deep kiss with a lot of tongue. "Thank you so much for my wedding night," she said.

"I'm the one who should thank you. You're the greatest little fuck I've ever had."

"That's the nicest thing that's ever been said to me," she said with a laugh. "I'll remember you."

"What are you going to tell Chuck?"

"That I had to watch TV all night—and that he owes me."

"Good for you." I kissed her once again, then picked up my gear and left. I went back to my room, packed up, and checked out. Chuck was after all quite a bit bigger than me, and some guys don't take too kindly to your fucking their bride on their wedding night. 

But I had something to look forward to when I got home. I understand they have some good shows on video.

The End



The Bride and the Imposter



There lived once a queen whose husband had been dead many years. She was very horny, and had big tits and liked to rub herself on everything she could find, such as columns, statues and servants. She also enjoyed going out of the castle dressed in strategically torn rags and pretending to be a cheap prostitute.

Now this queen had a beautiful daughter named Gabrielle with even bigger tits, who was promised in marriage to a king's son living a great way off. When the time appointed for the wedding drew near and the queen had to send her daughter into a foreign land she took care to make the proper arrangements. She gave her daughter many costly things: garter belts, crotch less panties, two-ended dildoes, strap-ons, handcuffs, whips and chains, everything proper for the dowry of a royal princess.

Now Gabrielle was very frightened of getting married, because she was a virgin and never even touched a man's cock before. She knew her husband would judge her based on her performance on their wedding night, whether or not she was a virgin, and was horrified at the prospect of disappointing him.

Gabrielle's best friend was her handmaiden Ginger, who was to attend her and give her into her bridegroom's hands. Leaving her mother's chamber with her dowry, Gabrielle rushed to Ginger's quarters and threw herself down at her feet, crying.

"Now, now, Princess Gabrielle, what's the problem?" asked Ginger, becoming quite aroused at the princess's distress.

"I am afraid of getting married," replied Gabrielle.

"There's no reason to be worried. Men are easy to control!" said Ginger. "All you need to do is get them horny, and they'll grovel at your feet, begging for more."

"But I don't know how to do that! I've never even touched a man's cock before!" said Gabrielle.

"What you need is a little bit of practice," continued Ginger. "When I'm done with you, you'll bring any prince to his knees. Go down on me for three hours, and then I'll show you how to fuck."

Now, even though Gabrielle has never touched a man's cock, she was very well acquainted with pussy, being, after all, her mother's daughter. Her tongue immediately slipped underneath Ginger's short skirt, and, with no undergarments to bar its way, instantly found Ginger's juicy slit. Gabrielle licked and licked and swallowed mouthful after mouthful of pussy juice while Ginger writhed in pleasure. After the three hours were up, Ginger pulled a strap-on out of Gabrielle's dowry bag and began to remove the princess's clothing.

"You can't fuck me with that!" protested Gabrielle, wiping copious amounts of Ginger's juices off her face. "I must be a virgin for my prince!"

"Let me teach you a little secret my mother taught me," said Ginger. She lay a white napkin across her bed and put the princess over it. "When the strap-on enters you for the first time, the blood will land on the napkin, and then you can keep it with you in your bosom. As long as you have the napkin securely in place, you will always be a virgin." Saying this, Ginger pulled another napkin out from between her breasts. "See? I still have mine, and even though I've fucked three hundred men and three thousand women, I'm still a virgin."

"Sounds good to me!" said Gabrielle, spreading her legs wide, exposing her sopping wet pussy. Ginger climbed on top of her, briefly stopping at each of Gabrielle's feet to tie them to the bed frame, spread wide apart, and with her hand, maneuvered the tool slowly into Gabrielle's tight pussy. When she felt the large strap-on stretch her hole for the first time, Gabrielle immediately had the biggest orgasm of her life and moaned and gasped so loudly that her mother, who was on the other side of the castle, fucking the statue of a satyr with an enormous cock, heard it, and was so delighted that she came again and again, before ordering the nearest guard to fuck her up the ass.

After a few minutes, Gabrielle's orgasm subsided. Ginger was now pumping in and out of her pussy, also on the verge of climax. When both women had come several times, Ginger pulled out, ignoring Gabrielle's pleas, and collected the napkin, which had three small droplets of blood and a large puddle of Gabrielle's juices on it. She quickly stuffed the sopping wet napkin into Gabrielle's mouth to stifle her moans, and positioned the head of the strap-on at Gabrielle's anus.

Slowly, she pushed in past the resistance, which wasn't much. At first, Gabrielle struggled a bit against the ropes binding her ankles to the bed, but soon she began to moan softly through her gag and completely relaxed. Ginger now began to pump in and out of Gabrielle's ass at a quickening pace. Before long, Ginger came, and soon after, so did Gabrielle. The queen, who was watching through a crack in the door, also came, and afterwards was obliged to gather all the guards of the castle in her bedchamber so that she could be fucked by several at a time all through the night. Ginger continued fucking Gabrielle's rear for several hours, until they both became so exhausted that they fell asleep, Ginger's strap-on still jammed far up Gabrielle's ass.

In the morning, the queen came in, and finding them still in this position, became quite aroused and told them that it was time for them to be on their way. Reluctantly, Ginger pulled her strap-on out of Gabrielle's ass, took it off and placed it with the rest of the dowry, after making Gabrielle suck on it to clean it off. She untied the princess, removed the napkin from her mouth, and the two of them went to the stables.

Ginger led Gabrielle to her horse, and said, "This horse has a special saddle that I designed just for you. I think you will enjoy it. Anyway, you'd better. I had to special order this from the nymphs of the forest, and you wouldn't believe how much pussy I had to eat to pay for it." 

Gabrielle looked at the saddle and saw that it had two large dildoes mounted on it, and that it had no stirrups. Being adept with mechanical devices, she immediately realized the purpose of this contraption, and became very damp.

"I can't be seen riding around like this! It's not becoming of a maiden!" she protested.

But Ginger said, "Very few things are becoming of a maiden. If you do not always play by the rules, you will enjoy yourself more, and the prince will be more satisfied to have you for a wife." With these words, Ginger helped Gabrielle mount her horse, the dildoes sliding deep into Gabrielle's pussy and ass. Apparently, they were truly magical, because Gabrielle instantly felt her horniness rise to a whole new level, her pussy juice dripping all over the saddle and the horse. Ginger then jumped onto her own steed and the two of them set out to go to the bridegroom, the queen waving goodbye before changing into her best rags and running off into the city to sell herself for three copper pieces a pop.

Ginger was in charge of controlling the speed of the journey, and took special care to ensure that they were always going at a trot, so that Gabrielle was forced to bounce up and down constantly on her dildoes. After she had ridden for an hour, Gabrielle was hornier than she had ever been, her soaking pussy making a loud sloshing sound as it descended on the dildo before bouncing up again. So she said to the waiting-woman, "These dildoes are getting me so horny, but I can't cum! Please, Ginger, do me so that I might have some relief!"

"If you're so horny, get down from your horse and masturbate. I will fuck you when I choose," replied Ginger.

And her hunger was so great that the princess had to get down and expose her wet, gaping pussy to the air, even though there were many travelers on the road, who regarded her with no small curiosity. 

"Oh, dear!" thought the princess as she began to pleasure herself.

"You make a fine virgin," said Ginger as the princess moaned and writhed under her own touch.

But as Gabrielle was about to cum, Ginger knocked her hand away from the princess's hungry pussy.

"You haven't yet earned the right to cum," said Ginger, hiking up her own skirt to expose her shaved pussy. "Lick me until I cum, and then I might let you finish."

So, Gabrielle, moaning from frustration, juices running down her legs all the way to her ankles, began to pleasure Ginger, to the delight of all on-lookers. After a few minutes, Ginger came, but wouldn't let Gabrielle up until she had come several more times. Finally, Ginger let the princess pleasure herself. Gabrielle quickly reached her climax and continued masturbating, but when she was on the verge of her second orgasm, Ginger again slapped her hand away.

"You've had enough for now," said Ginger. "Now get back in that saddle, and we shall continue on our way."

So, the princess got back on the saddle, even hornier than before, and the two of them rode on for some miles further, the dildoes in the princess's ass and pussy pumping in and out. The princess moaned and whined and writhed on the dildoes, but could not have an orgasm, until she became hornier than she could ever imagine. And when they came to a comfortable patch of grass, she called again to the waiting lady, "Oh, please, pleasure me, so that I might get some relief!"

But the waiting-woman spoke, with an evil grin, and said, "If you want to cum, get off and masturbate. I will fuck you only when I choose."

And so her need was so great that the princess had to get off her horse, lie on the grass, and expose her pussy to the air, quite in view of the other travelers. She inserted the fingers of one hand into her pussy while pleasuring her clit with the other hand.

"Oh, dear!" thought the princess, thrusting her fingers in and out of her pussy while the onlookers cheered.

"Hah, a fine virgin you make," said Ginger, watching the writhing princess.

But as the princess was about to explode in orgasm, Ginger knocked her hands away.

"I have a proposition for you," said Ginger, as the princess whimpered in protest. "I will marry the prince in your place, and you will be my servant. If you agree to this, and change clothes with me, I might let you cum. Of course, if you don't want to, I won't force you, but you will not have a single orgasm until we arrive at the castle."

At first the princess could not agree to this, so they got back on their horses and continued to ride at a trot, the princess bouncing up and down on her dildoes. Before long, however, the princess was overcome by her horniness and began to fantasize about Ginger's proposition. She imagined herself tied to a post, watching as Ginger and the prince engaged in kinky sex on what was supposed to be her wedding night. Finally, she could take no more and begged Ginger to take her place as the prince's wife, nearly ripping her clothes off in her eagerness to enact the exchange.

Then, Ginger said, "Since I am now the prince's future wife, you have no need of your virginity." With these words, she took Gabrielle's napkin with the three drops of blood and put it in her own bosom, next to her own, saying, "Now, I'm twice the virgin you were!" She put on Gabrielle's clothes, but declaring that her own clothes were too good for the princess, forced her to go naked.

"Please, Ginger, can I cum now?" begged Gabrielle.

"Not yet," replied Ginger. "I know a way to satisfy you, and get ourselves some spending money at the same time. Not far from here, there is a town with a tavern which I used to frequent. Your mother goes there all the time. We will go to this tavern, and then I'll see to you getting your wish."

And so the two set off towards the town, Gabrielle bouncing on her very damp saddle, completely naked, the two dildoes working in and out of her orifices. Before long, they arrived at the tavern, which was set back a ways from the road and crowded with weary travelers, many of whom had already seen Gabrielle pleasuring herself on the side of the road, and were eager to see what else she might be up to. One of the travelers, a young soldier, stepped forward and helped Gabrielle to dismount, taking the opportunity to fondle her supple breasts and wet pussy, causing her to shiver uncontrollably as she nearly came.

Ginger quickly stepped between the princess and the soldier, grabbing the soldier's ass and pulling the uniform open to reveal that the soldier had large breasts. "It's been a while since I've seen you here, Sophia! I see that you still enjoy wearing that outfit!"

"Well, it always gets me laid!" Sophia replied, taking off her hat to reveal her long dark curls. "The ladies really love a girl in uniform!" As she said this, she gave Gabrielle's crotch another squeeze, causing the princess to moan in pleasure.

"You liked that too much, Gabrielle," Ginger said, turning to the princess. "I won't have you getting off before I've had my way with you. Now, get into the tavern before I have you tied up and flogged."

"Ooh, kinky!" said Sophia, slapping Gabrielle on the ass.

And saying this, Ginger and Sophia led the naked princess into the tavern, Ginger carrying the dowry bag of sex toys. Once inside, Ginger pulled a long leather rope out of the bag and tied the princess's hands securely, rubbing the rope along Gabrielle's pussy as she tightened it, causing Gabrielle to moan loudly and almost cum. She threw the free end of the rope over a wooden beam and pulled until Gabrielle was forced to stand on the tips of her toes, the rope pulling her arms upward. Ginger then tied the rope to a post, leaving the princess most indecently and uncomfortably exposed.

A crowd immediately formed around Gabrielle. Ginger said, "You can grope her, lick her, rub yourself on her, but don't fuck her or let her cum. If you do, I'll have you strung up by the balls, or if you don't have any, by the clit!"

"You'd better listen to her, fellows," said the bartender, grimacing as though he recalled something painful and unpleasant. "She means business."

"She sure does," added Sophia dreamily, rubbing the crotch of her pants.

The crowd, about thirty men and women all, moved closer to Gabrielle, and some of the women began to fondle and lick her breasts and ass as she squirmed and moaned. After a few minutes, Ginger returned with three young women, all dressed in skimpy black outfits and wearing far too much eye-liner. She handed them each a large dildo, and they went to Gabrielle, one working a dildo in her desperate pussy, another inserting hers into the princess's ass, and the last one pushing hers into Gabrielle's mouth. Ginger made the audience step back as the three girls began to pump the dildoes in and out. A few minutes later, every man and woman was masturbating, watching the three girls fuck Gabrielle mercilessly with the dildoes.

"OK, ladies, anyone who wants to rub your pussy all over my servant must pay me five copper pieces!" announced Ginger.

So the women all promptly lined up, and each thrust five copper pieces into Ginger's hands before rubbing themselves to orgasm all over the poor, helpless princess. Gabrielle writhed in pleasure, but whenever she was on the verge of climax, the three girls who were fucking her with dildoes eased their efforts, so that she did not cum. After all the women had satisfied themselves all over Gabrielle's face and body, they still were quite aroused, and again formed a line, until, hours later, Ginger's money bag was so full that it was threatening to explode and spill its contents all over the floor of the tavern. When the women still continued to thrust coins at her, Ginger declared that from now on, the entertainment would be free of charge.

This continued until dawn. The news of the free entertainment spread through the town, and more ladies appeared at the tavern, using Gabrielle's body like an oversized dildo as the male audience cheered and blew their loads. By this time, Gabrielle was one dripping mess of pussy juice. Finally, Ginger got the three girls' attention, licking the tip of her pinky finger suggestively. One of the girls grabbed a hold of Gabrielle's left leg and hoisted it up into the air, while the other one put her mouth between the princess's legs and began to suck. Ginger kneeled down in front of the third girl and began to lick her clit.

Gabrielle moaned and writhed against the leather rope, until finally she exploded in the biggest orgasm of her life. Soon afterwards, the woman Ginger was pleasuring also climaxed. When Gabrielle was about to cum again, Ginger made the other woman stop and cut the princess down. After making Gabrielle return the favor to the three girls by licking them to climax, Ginger took the princess outside and set her upon her saddle, the dildoes again penetrating her pussy and ass, pussy juice dripping off her body and pooling on the saddle. They journeyed on until they reached the royal castle.

There was great joy at their coming, and the king's son hastened to meet them, and lifted the waiting-woman from her horse, thinking she was his bride, and he led her up the stairs while the real princess had to remain below, hornier than ever before. But the king's young wife, who was looking out the window, saw the princess standing in the yard, noticed how delicate and devoid of clothes and glistening with juices she was, and then she went down and asked the seeming bride who it was that she had brought with her that was now standing in the courtyard.

"Oh!" answered Ginger. "I brought that slut with me for company. Give her something to put between her legs so that she might not be forever standing there and masturbating."

The king's wife though for a moment, then said, "The ladies of the castle are much in need of a new form of entertainment, for their husbands cannot fully satisfy their desire. Perhaps your servant can fulfill their urges."

And saying this, she went to Gabrielle and, pinching her ass and breasts, brought her upstairs to the women's quarters, where Gabrielle went to work. She began with the king's young wife, eagerly licking her slit and sucking on her clit until she came. The king's other wives came next, followed by an endless procession of princesses and other noblewomen, their pussies dripping with anticipation.

After much work, the ladies were all satisfied and lay on the floor with their legs spread, their weary pussies dripping with juices. Then the king's wife called for her servant, Conrad, who soon appeared in the doorway wearing the stupidest hat anyone had ever seen. It was shaped like a cross between a small squirrel and a humongous cock, and it squirted cum as he walked, which dribbled down his nose.

At the queen's urging, Conrad approached Gabrielle as she narrowly dodged a spurt of cum from his hat. He removed his pants, revealing his penis, which was much smaller than any dildo Gabrielle had ever seen. Desperate to please the queen, she knelt to take it into her mouth, but then there was a sudden gust of wind, and the ugly hat was blown out of the window, landing below with a wet splat. Conrad squealed in horror and chased down the stairs after it.

By this time, the ladies had recovered, and were again crowded around Gabrielle, begging to be pleasured.

But Gabrielle, immensely horny and emboldened by Conrad's hat accident, said, "I want to get off. I won't pleasure anybody else until someone gives me an orgasm."

At these words, all the ladies pounced upon Gabrielle, delving their tongues into her pussy, against her clit, into her mouth, along her breasts and into her ass. They desperately pleasured her until she came over and over again, and decided that it was time to return the favor.

That night, after repeatedly getting laid and reaching climax at least fifty times, the false bride said to the prince, "Dearest husband, I pray thee do me a pleasure."

"With all my heart," answered the prince.

"Then arrange a great orgy for me. Invite my mother, and all the ladies of the land, so that we might have ample entertainment, for I have become very horny on my journey."




The Bride and the Imposter



The prince rang for a servant who came in, wearing an exceptionally ugly hat. "Make arrangements for the greatest orgy this castle has ever seen!" commanded the prince, trying not to look at the servant's headwear, which was far too ugly to describe. "Call for all the ladies and all the whores of the land, and invite the satyrs, for the men of this kingdom are poorly equipped, and have too bad a taste in hats."

And Gabrielle, having heard of this orgy, met Ginger in secret and begged to be invited. "Very well," said Ginger, "I have a special job for you. I want you under the table eating the pussies of my guests while they feast."

So on the night of the orgy, Gabrielle climbed under the table, and when the ladies sat down, she set about pleasuring them with her tongue and lips. Thus positioned, she could not see the flocks of satyrs milling about in the corners, drinking wine and becoming substantially erect as they waited for the occasion to use their enormous tools. Gabrielle moved aside the very short rags of the first guest, who was a cheap prostitute and delved into her shaved crotch. The whore moaned and writhed as though she had never been pleasured so much in her life, and as Gabrielle continued to flick her tongue across her large clit, the hooker exploded in a momentous orgasm, which coursed through her, making her shiver from head to toe and emit such noises that it drew the attention of all the other guests. In the corner, the satyrs began to pump frantically at their cocks, which expanded to even greater size.

Next, Gabrielle crawled over to a peasant woman, whose skirt was so short that she would be better off wearing nothing at all. She put her tongue on the woman's bare foot and licked all the way up her leg to her crotch, thrusting her tongue in and out of the woman's wet pussy, before sucking her clit into her mouth and nibbling on it vigorously. Before long, the woman erupted, shooting copious amounts of pussy juice into Gabrielle's mouth and onto her face, tearing off her skimpy clothes in the throes of orgasm, much to the delight of the satyrs.

Gabrielle then went to the next woman, a lady of high rank, whose pussy was drooling in anticipation, juices pooling on her chair and dripping onto the floor. Gabrielle teased the lady by rubbing her cheek against her sopping wet slit as she ravenously licked the pussy juices off the chair, and when the lady finally begged for release, dove onto her pussy, nibbling on her lips, licking her clit and fucking her hole with her tongue. Soon, the lady was writhing in a continuous orgasm, her body twitching in pleasure for at least fifteen minutes before her climax subsided.

Gabrielle, her face and breasts coated with juices, turned to the next woman, who was wearing nothing but a garter belt and stiletto heels. Gabrielle immediately recognized her mother's shaved pussy, with its large tattoo of a spurting cock on the mound. She dove between her mother's legs and lashed at her bald pussy, her tongue circling her clit and hole in motions that she knew would please her.

"Oh, yes, Gabrielle! You always make me feel so good!" moaned the queen.

"Oh, mother, how did you know it was me?" exclaimed Gabrielle.

"There are only two people in the world who can eat pussy like that, and I'm one of them," replied the queen as Gabrielle resumed pleasuring her. Before long, the queen came, and when her orgasm subsided, she said, "That orgasm made me so horny! I need to eat some pussy now." And saying this, she joined Gabrielle under the table, going over to pleasure another prostitute who had copious amounts of cum dripping out of her pussy and ass.

It was not much later when the feast ended, and the orgy that was to be the main event commenced. The satyrs stepped forward, the sight of their enormous cocks making the ladies drool in desire. Gabrielle became very excited, for she had never touched a cock before, and now thought she might be able to get her chance.

But then, as the satyrs began to grab the women and fuck them on the floor, on the tables and against the walls, Ginger came up to Gabrielle and said, "I would like to change our game a bit. Ever since I got to the castle, I was desperate for a good ass-fucking and whipping, but the prince is such a pussy, and will not even tie me up as satyrs fuck me up the ass. All the prince wants is to eat my pussy and get spanked! I am becoming bored and cannot take it any longer, for it is too much of the same thing."

And Gabrielle said, "Well, maybe it wouldn't be bad to change positions every once in a while. I'd like to try spanking someone while having my pussy eaten, and the prince has a really nice ass. But I'm having so much fun now! If you eat my pussy, maybe I'll let you have your way."

Ginger immediately dove between Gabrielle's legs, expertly eating her pussy. Soon after, a satyr came up behind Ginger and slid his huge cock up her ass. Ginger's face was pushed into Gabrielle's pussy again and again as the satyr fucked her, until Gabrielle exploded in the biggest orgasm of her life, and consented to Ginger's request.

And as the satyr blew his load deep into her ass, Ginger said, "Then let our secret become known to the prince. Your mother already knows about it, but she will not tell the king unless we ask her, for she thinks the situation very kinky."

"Let us ask her, then," said Gabrielle, and they went over to her mother, who was being fucked by two satyrs up her ass and two more up her pussy.

"Mother, we decided that we wish to again exchange places, but we want to make it seem like it is all Ginger's doing, so that she might be punished."

"Ooh, kinky!" gasped the queen, instantly cumming at this idea. "I'll speak to the prince after I've exhausted all the satyrs."

Two days later, the queen staggered up to the prince's chamber, satyr cum dripping down her legs onto the parquet floor, and as the prince ate her pussy, told the story of Ginger and Gabrielle.

That night after dinner, when all the company had eaten and drunk and were merry, the prince gave Ginger a question to answer, as to what such a one deserved who had deceived her masters in such and such a manner, telling the whole story and ending by asking, "Now what doom does such a one deserve?"

"No better than this," answered the false bride, "That she be tied up in the dungeon, naked except for a chastity belt that exposes her ass, and constantly fucked in the ass by satyr after satyr, and given nothing but cum to eat, for three months." It was obvious to everyone that Ginger was quite aroused as she said this.

"You have spoken your own doom," said the prince. "As you have said, so it shall be done."

And after Ginger was carted off to the dungeon, the prince married the true bride, and they snuck away to their bedchamber to consummate their marriage. The prince tore off his clothing, revealing that he was in fact a very beautiful woman with very large tits and a very wet shaved pussy. Though Gabrielle was slightly disappointed that she would not get any cock after all, the prince was so hot that her disappointment could not possibly last, and they ended up fucking in every conceivable way for a week straight. 

Afterwards, Gabrielle went down to the dungeon to see how Ginger was faring with her punishment. She found her friend covered in cum, her ass riding up and down on a satyr's humongous cock as another satyr fed his load into her mouth. In between swallows of cum, Ginger asked the princess how things were with the prince.

"Oh, the prince is so hot! I could fuck her forever! But since the prince turned out to be a woman, it doesn't seem like I'll ever get any cock, and I would really like to try it."

So Ginger suggested, "When my three months are up, why don't you take my place in the dungeon for a while? Then you will get all the cock you can eat, for they will feed you very well here."

To this, Gabrielle joyfully consented, and ever after, Gabrielle, Ginger and the prince ruled the kingdom in peace and horniness, each of them occasionally taking a turn in the dungeon.