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Honeymoon

By: English Bob



Tom lay on the bed in the holiday apartment looking up at the whirling ceiling fan as it slowly rotated the hot air around the room. He could hear the mystical sounds from the Moroccan street outside the window, and the aroma of exotic meats and fruits filled his nostrils. The early evening air was warm and muggy as it had been the whole week of the vacation and Tom wore only a pair of loose shorts as he stretched out and tried to get as much cool air as he could from the ceiling fan. Moving on to his side, he looked out onto the balcony where his wife Darla was leaning on the rail and watching the street. 

Tom and Darla had been married only the previous week and although it was his idea to honeymoon in Morocco, Darla found the country totally fascinating. Tom watched his new wife from behind and again marveled at her superb body. The last of the African sun was in front of her, and as it shone through her thin sun dress, silhouetting her figure, Tom could make out the tiny bikini panties she wore. He let his eyes scan up and down the back of her body noting the smooth curve of the side of her breasts, her pert tight ass and her long slim legs as she stood barefoot watching the locals set up the evening market. Tom never tired of looking at Darla's body and even now realised that he had started to develop an uncomfortable erection. He stretched again, slid his hand into his shorts to rearrange his penis into a more comfortable position, and swung his legs off the bed. He padded softly up to his wife, and stood behind her wrapping his long arms around her trim waist. Darla acknowledged her husband's presence by leaning her head back onto his shoulder and looking up into his eyes. Tom lowered his face to hers and gently kissed her lips, a loving sensual embrace. As their lips met and parted, Darla slipped her tongue into Tom's mouth. He returned the deep kiss and their tongues entwined in a dance of love.

Unable to help himself, Tom let his hands slowly move from her waist up the smooth contours of her body to her breasts. Darla broke the kiss. She was slightly breathless as she spoke.

"Tom, please," she giggled "we are only one floor up. Someone could see us."

But her actions defied her words as Tom realised that her nipples had started to harden under the thin dress. Encouraged by the reaction of her body he tilted her head back to his and continued with the deep kiss while slowly and gently massaging her breasts through the thin material. Tom knew his wife to be daring and a little on the exhibitionist side, so as her tongue began darting in and out of his mouth he slowly slid the thin straps of her dress down over her shoulders. Darla moaned slightly into his mouth as his fingers found her hard nipples and gently rotated them between his fingers and thumbs. He knew she always responded well to this and continued to tease and stimulate the hard buds. 

Again Darla broke their kiss, this time with a sigh and a louder moan. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back to her husbands shoulder enjoying his touch and the early evening air playing on her breasts. Still standing behind his wife, Tom was now kissing her neck and shoulders as he continued to play with her breasts. As he moved his head slightly to lick her earlobe, he caught something moving from the corner of his eye. He stopped for a moment as he gazed out into the front garden of the apartment trying to pinpoint where the movement had come from, but the increasing darkness made it difficult to see. He felt Darla's hand on his head as she pulled his lips back into contact with her neck, slightly irritated at the pause in his ministrations. Tom continued to kiss and nibble her neck again but kept his eyes open for the movement in the shadows. 

Again he saw it. More clearly now. A dark figure behind the bushes. He could see now that it was a young, dark skinned man. He guessed around 18 years old and obviously of local origin. The man was hiding and quite obviously watching Tom play with his wife's breasts. A wicked thought entered Tom's mind. Briefly letting go of Darla's left breast, he beckoned with his hand towards the boy. Again Darla moaned a breathless protest and Tom quickly returned his hand to her breast.

Tom looked at his wife's face. Her eyes were still closed, enjoying the erotic stimulation, and then returned his gaze to the boy. The boy had now crept a little closer on Tom's invitation and was closely eyeing Darla's large breasts and was trying to cover an obvious erection. Tom decided to give the boy something more to look at and slowly let the straps of the dress fall to Darla's waist. With little effort the dress fell away completely and pooled around her bare feet. Darla's nipples were now as hard as pebbles as she moaned further encouragement into her husband's shoulder. Without taking his eyes from his one man audience, Tom scooped up both breasts in his hands and squeezed them together. Darla moaned a little louder this time as she felt the warm air play over her body naked but for her panties.

Tom decided that it was about time that his wife was made aware of their audience.

"Hey honey," he whispered "Don't move now..."

"Oh god, there is no way I'm gonna move now," she replied, her voice soft. "You have me close baby, so close."

"I think you should know that we are being watched. He's only a boy, are you okay with that?"

"I don't care baby, just don't stop now...please"

Smiling wickedly at his wife's lack of concern, Tom once more beckoned the boy closer. Slowly the youngster crept towards the balcony keeping his eyes on the near naked woman in front of him and squatted beside a large tree. Tom could tell that he was breathing quite hard and that the bulge in his jeans was still very evident. Still smiling Tom let his hands wander down Darla's sides to the waistband of her panties. Her eyes were still closed as he hooked his thumbs into the top of the garment and pulled them down her legs letting them fall in a heap at her feet with her dress. As Darla stepped out of her panties, Tom encouraged her to stand with her legs apart holding on to the balcony rail.

Tom could now see the boy quite clearly and realised that he had undone his zipper and released a large stiff penis. Still standing behind his wife, Tom could imagine the view the boy had of his wife's shaved pussy, large breasts and erect nipples. The boy was clearly becoming more excited as every now and then he would give his large cock a few swift rubs up and down the length of his shaft. Darla too was becoming more vocal as she moaned louder and began to grind her ass back into Toms crotch.

Wanting to continue with the show, Tom moved one hand down to his wife's ass and between her legs from behind. She gasped as his fingers found the smooth wet folds of her pussy lips and she drew a sharp breath as he touched her distended clitoris.

"Open your eyes, honey," he whispered in her ear. "He's taken his cock out for you to see."

Legs trembling, Darla slowly opened her eyes to see the boy not fifteen feet in front of her with his erection sticking out through his zipper and avidly watching her. It was now Tom's turn to close his eyes as he carefully worked two fingers inside her pussy from behind.

"Tell me what it looks like to you baby - describe it" he breathed as he continued to finger her.

Darla was now fast approaching her orgasm as she felt Tom's fingers seek out her most sensitive areas.

"Mmmmm he's big. Very big. Long and wide around with a large mushroom shaped head"

"Wold it feel good in you mouth? Would you like to slide your tongue along the underside? Suck the head? Taste the pre-cum?"

Darla could hardly speak as her orgasm began. Tom's fingers were buried deep inside her vagina his thumb rotating over her clitoris.

"Aaaahhhhhhh ooooooohhhhhhhh yessssss, I would suck it...mmmmmmmmm suck it deep...taste the cum..."

Tom felt her vaginal muscles contract around his fingers in orgasm as he brought his other hand to her face. He slipped a finger into her warm wet mouth, pushed it gently in and out simulating the act of oral sex.

"Or would you prefer it inside your pussy?" he continued, bringing his finger now wet from her mouth down over her tight stomach to the front of her shaved mound. Tom pumped two fingers into her from behind as he slowly rotated his finger wet with her saliva over her clitoris from the front. Darla could now only manage moans and sighs as she felt her nether regions being stimulated over and over again.

"Can you imagine his cock going in and out of your shaved pussy baby? Filling you up?

Tom felt incredibly stimulated himself now as his wife, unable to form complete words, moaned her encouragement. His penis was throbbing uncontrollably inside his shorts and he needed relief badly. He now had three fingers deep inside her vagina from behind and was still flicking and teasing her protruding clitoris with his other hand from the front.

"What about in your ass baby?" he whispered. Tom and Darla had been together for two years before they married but had never tried anal sex. Darla was curious but Tom had never felt the need to put his penis in that hole, contenting himself with her velvet lips and sweet shaved vagina.

"How would that big cock feel in your ass?"

"Oh god yes... my ass... big cock...fucking me...mmmmm yes...I need it..."

Now was the time, thought Tom. Pulling his fingers from deep within her wet pussy he slid them backwards and found her puckered little anus. Darla moaned as she felt his fingers leave her vagina but gasped aloud as she encountered the unusual feeling of her asshole being slowly massaged. Tom's fingers were soaked with her juice as he slowly rotated a single digit over her tight rear hole. He could feel her tense and relax as he slid the finger slowly and gently inside her. She felt so tight he wondered how on earth her would ever get anything larger in there. As these thoughts raced through his mind he felt his wife's body push back and realised that she wanted more, needed his finger in deeper. Encouraged by her reactions, Tom pushed another finger in to join the first and slowly rotated them, gently widening her tight opening. He looked over her shoulder and could see the boy openly masturbating his penis. He was kneeling now with his hand wrapped tightly around his thick shaft, pulling the heavy foreskin back and forth.

Tom was going insane with excitement now. His wife was bucking her hips wildly back onto his hand as he finger-fucked her asshole and a young male stranger was openly masturbating in front of him. Swiftly he pulled his hand from his wife's clitoris, and tugging at his shorts released his penis. He took his fingers from her asshole and squeezed her butt cheeks, whispering into her ear.

"Look at him again honey. He's jerking himself off just for you. He must be close now I think. What do you think his cum would feel like in your ass?"

Darla, both holes now empty, was pushing her ass back onto her husbands groin as he pulled her cheeks apart.

"Oh baby...it would feel so good...in my ass... I need it in my ass now"

Needing now further invitation, Tom slid his erect penis between her legs using his hand to coat the cock head with her juice. He held her cheeks apart and placed the head at the entrance to her tight puckered hole. He was about to start pushing in slowly when he felt he wife lurch backwards. The sensation was incredible as half of his cock disappeared into her anus. She was so tight, all the feelings that he usually encountered when they made love were compounded ten fold. He reached around her body and took her nipples between his fingers again resting his chin on her shoulder as he slowly began to fuck in and out of her ass. As he looked over her shoulder her could see the boy masturbating in front of them. He had moved closer and Tom could clearly make out the size of his huge member as it went in and out of his hand. Both men were in heaven as they fucked; Tom, his wife's ass and the boy, his hand. Darla was also ecstatic. She had finally got Tom's cock in her ass and his hands were back on her nipples, her most sensitive body parts. She had lost count of her orgasm's, they seemed to be almost constant now as she enjoyed the feeling of the anal sex that she had secretly always craved. She too was closely watching the boy jerking himself off and was surprised at how long he had been able to last so far. 

Tom was pounding her ass now. He had been surprised at how easily she had accepted his penis with seemingly no pain and little discomfort. He was going to make the most of it. His balls slapped between her legs every time he thrust forward and he could see that her knuckles were white as she gripped the balcony rail to support herself. He could feel his balls start to tighten and his cock twitch and swell. He knew he would not be able to hold out much longer. He heard a noise from in front and, looking up, saw the boy, eyes tight closed, shoot a stream of cum on to their terrace. Darla must have seen it too as she groaned and tensed her anal muscles. Tom felt her nipples swell beneath his touch and as her ass tightened around his penis he let out a low guttural moan and pulled his cock out of her asshole. He pulled out just in time as his cock exploded a huge stream of cum against her ass cheeks and upper legs. Tom felt his wife's hand sneak back and cup his balls, massaging and gently squeezing his cum from them. Spurt after spurt hit her ass and legs as Tom stood back and looked at her open and used asshole.

As they both regained their composure they dressed and walked into their front garden. There was no sign of the boy that had spurred on their first anal session. They searched the garden but found no trace. As they walked back towards the door Darla spotted a small scrap of paper. As she bent to retrieve it she noticed with a smile that it was resting next to a small pool of cum. As she picked up the note and opened it her smile broadened. The note simply read "Thank You".

As Tom and Darla returned to their apartment and showered together, they talked about their exhibitionist and anal experience. They both admitted that they had thoroughly enjoyed exposing themselves to a third party, and Tom raved enthusiastically about the virtues of anal sex. They both knew that to keep their loving marriage together they would have to experiment further, but agreed that they would not try to encourage each other to do anything that either of them felt uncertain about.

As Darla washed her husbands penis, he started to rise once more. She led him back to the balcony and wondered if anyone would be watching...

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Honeymoon



I

Barton had been treating the kid with contempt from the moment they met. And no one knew how to show contempt better than Barton. John Barton. The terror of Wall Street. Thirty-eight years old, and officially worth three billion dollars. Some people said it was more like twenty times that, that he could buy and sell Bill Gates and Warren Buffett with his spare change any time he wanted to.

And he had made every penny of it himself, by out-toughing the other tough sons of bitches on Wall Street. Hundreds of mergers he had forced down their unwilling throats. And he made them wallow in their defeats. Hundreds of former top bananas had been forced to accept Barton's deals on Barton's terms. And Barton's terms always included two things: enormous profits for John Barton, and the loser kissed John Barton's ass. Literally. And not just on the buns. The former CEO's on Barton's payroll had two things in common. They had tasted Barton's shit-lined rectum. And they had begged for the privilege. They had seen plenty of execs just like themselves go down to ruin for displeasing Barton in the slightest way.

Now John Barton was starting on his honeymoon. It was his second marriage. He had dropped his first wife, Fran, who had begun showing signs of middle age. Fran had hired one of the best known divorce lawyers in the country. Barton had toughed him out the same as he toughed out every other son of a bitch who tried to cross him. Now the lawyer was nursing his wounds, Fran was living on $30,000 a year, and Barton was enjoying his billions.

He had married a babe. An incredibly beautiful Asian girl named Kim. Just looking at her straight black hair, her incredibly soft, smooth skin, her beautiful features, her willowy body, drove him crazy. She was 22 years old, sixteen years younger than him. And it wasn't just that she was a babe. She had brains. She had graduated first in her class at a top university. She had been engaged to an Asian American boy who graduated a year ahead of her, the only boy friend she had ever had. Then she had received an internship to work one summer in the executive offices at Barton's Wall Street headquarters.

After one look and a few conversations, Barton knew he had to have this girl. He went ahead and got his divorce from Fran, something he had already decided to do anyway. He just blew away Kim's fiance, dazzling her with what he could buy for her, the places he could take her, the people he could introduce her to. What impressed her more than anything was the force of his character. She could see his strength in his every movement. And she saw that the most powerful people in the world cowered before him. John Barton always got what he wanted, and Kim loved him for that. The fiance was history, and John Barton and Kim were man and wife.

There was just one fly in Barton's ointment, one that he could never completely put out of his mind, though almost no one knew of it and no one knew how much it preyed on him. Sexually, the great John Barton was a grade A wimp. Maybe that was what drove him to outcompete everyone who crossed him, to prove that he had more balls than everyone else. Because in fact, he had less. Much less. His tiny prick could hardly be seen in his pubic hair when it was soft. When it was "hard," it was barely three inches long, was thinner than his index finger, and, in truth, was not very hard at all. His balls were tinier than marbles. He had trouble coming more than two or three times in a week, and when he came, only a few drops of thin, almost water-like cum was ejected. Whether it was Fran or Kim or any of the other women who were attracted by his money and his power, whenever he fucked them they always had to ask if it was "in" and whether he had cum.

Barton wanted an heir and Kim wanted a baby. But he had tried to get Fran pregnant for years, with no success. The best medical specialists in the world had been consulted. There was nothing wrong with Fran. It was just that Barton's undersized testicles produced such little sperm, the odds were against him. Following his doctors' advice, Barton had abstained from all sex for over a month prior to this honeymoon. The wedding had been timed so that Kim would be at the peak of her fertility cycle. And she was taking fertility drugs. The doctors told them that with these steps, Barton had a reasonable chance of making Kim pregnant. But things weren't fated to turn out that way.

II

So now he and Kim were on their honeymoon. The island resort in the Caribbean she had selected was probably the most exclusive and the most expensive in the world. They had the most expensive villa--$40,000 a night it would cost him. The resort consisted of the whole island. Each villa was isolated. Theirs was more than two miles from any other habitation. It was huge and breathtaking, spectacularly furnished, and located on their own private pearl of a beach. There was a whole staff of servants and cooks assigned to their villa alone, but the layout was cleverly designed so that only the Guest Services Officer assigned to them would have any contact with them. He would deal with the rest of the staff. They would have complete privacy in unparalleled luxury.

The Guest Services Officer was a twenty-year-old named Rod Powers. Rod was as perfect a specimen of the male of the human species as Kim was of the female. Short blonde hair; a face that had classic, masculine beauty; a broad, strong chest that was muscular but not muscle-bound; narrow hips; a perfectly trim ass; long, powerful legs--he had the whole package People said he had movie star looks, but no one could ever think of a movie star who looked as good as he did. And he had an enormous bulge at the crotch of his faded jeans. Barton noticed that bulge immediately, and was stung with envy. But he figured the kid must have some cloth stuffed in there. He must have!

Rod greeted them at the airport. The men who could afford to stay at this resort were the richest and most powerful in the world, and they brought with them the most stunningly beautiful and most pampered women in the world. Rod had seen hundreds of them, but he had never seen the equal of Kim. For her part, Kim didn't miss any aspect of Rod's manly attraction. When he shook her hand, she looked in his strong, clear eyes, caught a whiff of his male scent, and became dizzy with a sensation she had never felt before. But Kim had been strictly brought up as a Catholic and adhered to a strong moral code. The idea of being unfaithful to her husband could never have entered her head. She could be interested in a man as hunky as Rod, but she could not be tempted. But to Barton, any decent-looking man was a rival and a stud like Rod was dangerous. Barton was painfully aware that his beautiful trophy of a wife was much closer in age to Rod--the "kid" was what Barton insisted on calling him--than she was to himself. Barton's reaction was instinctive. Confronted with any kind of a rival, Barton set out to humiliate him, to emasculate him. This kid was going to be the only person he and Kim would see for the next two weeks. Barton was going to show him who was boss. He'd have Rod kissing the famous Barton ass early and often--figuratively at least, and maybe even literally. Kim wouldn't be attracted to a kid, no matter how much of a stud he looked, once she saw him kowtowing to her all-powerful husband. Just the opposite. Once she saw him subjugate this handsome kid, his own god-like power would be more firmly established in her adoring eyes, the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.

He looked into those eyes as they drove in the limousine to the villa. God, he loved her. He actually thought he might be able to fuck her twice today, something he had never before accomplished.

III

Rod was pissed. He'd dealt with assholes like this before, guys who thought they could use their money to put him down. But Rod always had his revenge. He loved this job. The most beautiful women in the world came here, and he fucked them at will.

He particularly loved honeymooners. There was nothing like seducing a woman on her honeymoon. Rod had plucked plenty of cherries, and there's no doubt about it, he thought, fucking a virgin is sweet. But that other virginity--the wife who's never given her cunt to a man other than her husband since she's been married--plucking that cherry was an even greater thrill. And the crème de la crème was getting them on their honeymoons. Especially when they were as gorgeous and sophisticated as the brides who came to this posh resort.

The job of "Guest Services Officer" at this resort was a coveted one. While the guests were on the island, the GSO arranged everything for them. He was the only human contact the guests had with the resort while they were here, unless they wanted specialized services such as a tennis coach. The reputation of the resort--and its ability to charge sky-high prices--depended on the flawless service the Guest Services Officers could provide. Their salaries started at $250,000 a year, and they made at least that much in tips.

Rod Powers had only been on the staff two years, but he was already the top-ranked assistant on the staff. He was permanently assigned to the most expensive villa, catering to the most extravagant guests. His salary was $750,000. He made many times that much in tips. He was invaluable to the management of the resort. Did they know that his enormous popularity with the guests derived from the special service he was able to provide between the outspread legs of the wives? Probably. So what? So long as the customers were happy....

Usually, it was no problem for Rod to seduce the brides on honeymoon. His sexual power was too much for the human female to resist. But sometimes, if he got annoyed by their snooty attitudes, he raped them. He might force them the first time, but they always begged for it the second time. And the third. And the fourth. And so on.

John Barton was getting Rod angry. Ordering him around in an arrogant way, finding the most degrading things for him to do. Three times before they had reached the villa, Barton had found some task for Rod to do that required him to kneel down on the ground. And then Barton had always positioned himself so that Rod was staring right into Barton's ass, just inches away. And there was always a suppressed smile on Kim's face. It was Barton's ability to dominate others that made her love him.

When Rod got mad, he got even. He was going to fuck Barton's trophy bride all right. And he wasn't going to seduce her. He was going to rape her. He'd do it right in front of Barton's eyes. He'd use the Asian babe to humiliate Barton. Rod could see that Barton really did love her. Good. Barton would get paid back for his little stunts. With interest.

Rod wasn't worried about getting into trouble with his employers. Once he fucked Kim, she'd be so attached to him that she wouldn't let Barton harm him in any way. And she could control Barton, that was obvious. The bosses would never find out about what he did.

IV

When they got to the villa, there was plenty of luggage for Rod to carry inside. Barton found as many tasks for him to perform, as many things for him to move around, as he could think of. Then he dismissed him:

"Look, kid, if you want a tip at the end of this gig, stay out of our hair. You do what you're told and you show respect, you understand? You can start by calling me sir, and thank us when either one of us gives you an order."

They were in the living room of the villa when Barton said this, a room the size of a football field. But Barton did not get the groveling response he expected. Moving suddenly, Rod smashed his fist into Barton's stomach. Barton doubled over, gasping for breath.

"No, you arrogant son of a bitch, you're going to do what I say."

Rod said these words with an icy determination that was more impressive than anger would have been. Barton was in greater pain than he had ever experienced, still trying desperately to find his breath. Barton had done some boxing, and he had done it as competitively as he did everything else in life. He had been a semi-finalist in the intercollegiate boxing tournament in his weight range, and had competed against talented competitors who could hit hard. But he had never experienced anything remotely comparable to the blow he had just received. Rod had moved as fast as a cheetah and with the power of a jet engine.

"Let's see if you understand, bozo," Rod continued, after several minutes, when Barton finally seemed to be able to breathe. "Take off all your clothes."

"You must be crazy," Barton murmured through his rasping gasps.

The second blow to the stomach was even harder than the first. Barton was on the floor, doubled up in incredible pain. His internal organs! Barton didn't think he could survive another blow like that. He was on the ground in agony for ten minutes. Kim, cowering in a corner, was terrified.

When Rod judged that Barton finally could move, he said, "I'll give you one more chance. Get up and get all your clothes off."

Slowly and in great pain, Barton got up. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, then his undershirt. He removed his shoes and socks, then his trousers. He was left in a pair of jockey shorts. He paused, but Rod gestured for him to go on. Barton blushed. He hated to expose his undersized cock to another man, especially this young stud. Plenty of men had seen Barton's rosy asshole, a lot closer up than they wanted to. No man other than a doctor had seen his dick.

The jockey shorts went down, and Rod let out an explosion of laughter.

"You call that a dick! Oh, man, I've seen women with nipples bigger than that."

Barton was burning with humiliation. That he should have to suffer this, and with Kim watching!

"All right, Nipple-dick, carry that wooden chair into the bedroom. Put it down facing the bed, nice and close."

Whether because of the humiliation of being naked before Kim and this stud, or because he could still feel the injury Rod had inflicted with those two sledgehammer blows from his fist, Barton had no thought of resisting. He picked up the chair. The blow to his chin came lightning fast. This time, Rod had pulled his punch, but it was enough to make Barton see stars.

"You call me SIR when I give you an order, and thank me," he bellowed.

Humbly, softly, Barton replied: "Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!".

"That's better. Now carry that chair over to the bed and sit down." Barton did as he was told. Rod signaled to the petrified Kim to follow. She did, and Rod followed her into the bedroom. Barton was seated, close to the bed and facing it. The bed was enormous, more than half again the size of a king-sized bed.

Earlier, when all the moving of luggage was going on, Rod had brought into the bedroom unnoticed a bag of his own. He now opened it and handed Kim some lengths of rope.

"Here lady, tie your limp dick of a husband to the chair. Tie his ankles and his wrists."

Kim was in tears. "No, please don't make me," she whimpered.

He slapped her face. Hard enough to cause serious pain.

"Look, bitch," said Rod, "if I have to hit you as hard as the old fart, I'll do it."

Barton almost panicked. Rod would kill Kim if he hit her nearly that hard. "Do as he says, darling," he said softly.

So Kim tied her new husband to the chair.

"Now, you get your clothes off and get on the bed," Rod said to her.

"NO," screamed both Kim and Barton simultaneously, as they suddenly saw where this was going.

Rod removed a knife from his belt and held it to Barton's neck. "Do you want me to cut your husband's throat," he said.

Kim immediately began to undress. Her fingers were shaking, but with difficulty she got her dress off. Then her bra. Her breasts were a little bigger than average for an Asian girl, and perfectly shaped. She saw there was no chance of Rod's relenting, so she went right to her panties, pulling them down and stepping out of them.

God, she was magnificent! Both men felt it. Her skin was so perfectly soft and smooth. Her body so firm and perfectly shaped. Her waist was tiny, but her hips curved out gracefully. Her cunt was covered with a large, thick triangle of jet black fleece. Barton couldn't help himself. His dick was enlarging.

Rod was dazzled by Kim's naked perfection, but he noticed Barton's loins stirring. Another bellow of laughter.

"That's your hard-on? I've seen six year old boys with more than that, Nipple-dick. Come here bitch!"

Fearfully, Kim went over to the chair. Rod gave her face another hard slap.

"Thank me when I give you an order, bitch!"

"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!"

"Hold that tiny thing and wiggle it around," Rod told her.

"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!"

With her thumb and index finger, she held her husband's tiny hard-on, which was thinner than either of her fingers holding it. She wiggled it around. There was only a little stiffness.

Rod couldn't contain his laughter. Finally, he said to Kim, "Seriously, bitch, no matter how much money he's got, how could a babe like you marry this limp dick?"

Kim said nothing. She was burning with humiliation. For herself and for her husband. Physical paragon or not, she hated this young man as she had never hated anyone in her life.

Rod shoved her to the bed, sitting her down on the edge, facing him. He told her to open her knees wide, giving him a clear view of her luscious cunt.

"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!"

She obeyed. Barton gritted his teeth, helplessly, not willing to object and risk another blow.

"Fortunately, for both of you, there's a man here who can consummate this marriage for you," he said. He began removing his shirt.

Kim was panicking with fear. "Please, please don't do this to me!" she pleaded.

Rod gave her another slap, harder than before. Kim was burning with pain. She couldn't take another blow like that!

Rod had his shirt off. Kim was in a turmoil. She had very conservative views of sex, and the idea of being raped was absolutely horrible to her. She'd rather die. But the pain in her jaw was making it hard for her to think clearly. And her body was reacting to the sight of Rod disrobing. That chest! His eyes! She had fallen in love with Barton's power. It seemed to her so manly. But Rod was showing power--raw, physical power--that put Barton to shame. He was manliness in the flesh. She had never been so affected. He was close to her, and with every breath, unknowingly, she was inhaling his pheromones. Invisible hormones that slipped beneath her consciousness, and caused electricity to flow out from her cunt and her tits to her whole body. She was in panic over the prospect of being raped, and yet she could feel the liquids flowing in her cunt.

Rod quickly removed his sandals and was unbuckling and dropping his jeans. He stepped out of them, covered only by an oversized pair of boxer shorts. Despite their looseness, they were tented out by an enormous bulge. Slowly, Rod lowered his shorts, exposing first a thick cloud of fluffy, light brown pubes. Then the root of his manhood became visible. It was incredibly thick, stretching four inches across.

Rod was standing so that both Kim and Barton had their faces within a foot of his crotch. Barton's own dick was in plain view. None of them could miss seeing the contrast. Rod's soft dick was thicker than Barton's hard-on was long. The difference in their manhood was a painfully obvious fact for Barton and for Kim. Rod enjoyed the sensation as he could see their faces, seeing them looking at the two dicks and at each other..

Then he resumed peeling down his shorts. The enormous length of his soft penis went on and on. Finally, when the top of the shorts had almost reached Rod's knees, the ridge came into view betokening the appearance of the enormous, circumcised head. The head mushroomed out, and added another two inches of length. Rod dropped his jeans to the floor. His dick softly swayed, all twelve incredibly thick inches of it.




Honeymoon



The huge dick did not hang straight down, because it was projected out away from his body by the equally incredible testicles that supported it. Half again as large as jumbo eggs, they sat tightly in an enormous, downy sac. The seat of his manhood, these giant testicles produced a surplus of hormones. From their close proximity, Kim and Barton were hit with a blast of pheromones. These hormones worked with irresistible power on both sexes. Neither Kim nor Barton had ever been hit by such raw eroticism. For the first time in his life, Barton's hard-on, still microscopic, was actually hard!. Kim's cunt was sopping wet.

Involuntarily, the words came out of Barton's mouth: "It's unbelievable! You're enormous!"

Ever since adolescence, Barton had envied men who were well-hung. His dream, his wish, was to have the man's equipment that would make him as dominant inside women's cunts as he was in the business world. But in his wildest dreams, he had never imagined being hung like this. Despite his humiliation, Barton could not stifle a feeling of the profoundest awe.

Kim was not consciously aware of the pheromones that were playing with her brain, but she was acutely aware of the visual shock. Her fiance had been possessed of a five-and-a-half inch dick. His and Barton's were the only two penises she had seen in her life. She knew Barton was small, but she hadn't thought it made any difference. She had supposed her fiance had been exceptionally large. And she didn't think the size of a penis mattered at all, except that men seemed to get all excited about it.

That was then, this was now. The sight of Rod's dick took her breath away. She was incredibly turned on. She was also frightened. That monster would tear up her insides! And she had not lost her morals. She did not want to be raped, she did not want to have sex with anyone but her husband!

She begged again. "Please, please, let me go. We'll give you anything, more money than you ever dreamed of. Don't rape me. PLEASE DON"T RAPE ME!"

"Shut up, bitch, and lie back," was his only response.

She tried to roll up in a ball and protect herself, but it was no use. He enjoyed her struggles. He laid her out on her back, so that her hip was at the side of the bed, only inches from Barton's chair. He wanted Barton to have a good close-up look when his own manhood--manhood that Barton could only envy--penetrated Barton's gorgeous bride. He slapped her again, not as hard as before, but painful enough to keep her still.

Barton was desperate. He couldn't move his arms or legs, which were tied to the chair. Even if he could, he knew from bitter experience that he was no match for this virile young athlete.

"Please, he said, I'll give you anything. You can be a billionaire. You can have all the women in the world. Please, please don't touch my wife."

The last sentence was a wail. Tears were washing his cheek

Tears were also running down Kim's beautiful cheeks. But her cunt was even wetter than her eyes. Rod laughed as he spread her legs and inserted two long fingers through the soft, ebony fur and into her beautiful vagina.

"Listen, Barton," he said. "Can you hear how wet your wife is, Listen to the slurp as I move my fingers in and out of her pretty swamp."

Every word was like a whiplash across Barton's back.

Rod removed his soaking fingers and put them under Barton's nose. "Smell that, Nipple-dick," he said. "I'll bet you've never seen your wife this excited. I'll bet you've never smelled so much cuntjuice in your life."

Barton's tears flowed. It was true. He had never seen Kim nearly this aroused.

By now, the sight and feel and fragrance of Kim's cunt had been more than enough to make Rod hard. His dick had grown even thicker and longer. He stood up.

"Here, Nipple-dick, I'll loosen your hand. You want to feel what a real dick feels like?"

Barton could not resist. He put his large hand on Rod's penis, the first time he had ever felt another man. His fingers were outstretched. Thumb and fingers could stretch no more than two-thirds of the way around Rod's girth. The penis was as hard as stone and incredibly hot to the touch. Barton tried to wiggle it. It was too hard. He couldn't move it the slightest bit.

Kim saw this. "Oh, God, you're much too big for me. You'll kill me. Please let me go, please!"

"Don't' worry, bitch," Rod replied, as he got back down on top of her. "You'll take what I've got, and you'll thank God for every inch of it. You're about to find out what a real man can do for a woman. And look at your excuse for a husband. He's harder than he was before. It looks like it takes the sight of a real man to turn him on. All right, Nipple-dick, jack yourself off while I give your wife the kind of fucking she'll never get from you."

With that, he lined up the head of his dick against the fleecy exterior of Kim's beautiful cunt. It seemed like an oak log lined up against a key hole. But he pushed forward. Thanks to the overflowing liquids in Kim's vagina, he was able to get the head in. Then, with slow, easy strokes, he gradually went in an inch at a time.

At first, Kim panicked, as she felt herself being stretched beyond imagination. But her cunt quickly accustomed itself to a stimulation she had never known. Neither her earlier fiance or Barton had ever been able to turn her on with their penises. She had thought she had just been born frigid. At best she had experienced a few mild orgasms from their fingers or tongues.

But what she was experiencing now was bringing her into a new world. Pleasure nerves she never knew existed were being stimulated as her cunt was stretched for the first time. Only a couple of strokes after Rod inserted the head of his cock, when only about four inches were in, Kim experienced an orgasm far more intense than anything she had ever known. But Rod was going deeper.

Rod looked at Barton. "Oh, your bitch's cunt is hot, man," he said. "I'm already in deeper than you'll ever be, Nipple-dick. So take my word for it, this is world-class cunt."

Barton's humiliation was indescribable, as he watched another man fucking his wife as he would never be able to. Then a thought flashed through his mind. This rapist wasn't using protection!

"Look, please!" he said. "At least pull out before you come. We timed this honeymoon so she'd be at peak of her fertility cycle. And she's been taking fertility drugs. Please don't make her pregnant! You can give us that much of a break."

Rod smiled at Barton, still probing deeper into Barton's wife, never missing a stroke. He was about eight inches in, now, almost halfway.

"I can see why your wife would have to take fertility drugs, limp-dick. And if she had to rely on her husband, I doubt if they would work. But she doesn't need to worry. She'll be carrying a real man's child in her belly when she leaves this island." Rod knew he had fathered dozens of children in this very bed, many of them planted in the bellies of pretty, young honeymooners. But none as beautiful as this one. And he had two weeks! There was no way she'd get away from here without carrying his baby.

Barton thought he had already descended as low as he could, but this comment just deflated him. His wife--the great John Barton's wife--would be carrying another man's child. And he knew that with Kim's religious convictions, there was no point in even suggesting an abortion.

Rod had gone back to full concentration on raping Barton's wife. Barton wanted to look away, but he couldn't. He was hypnotized by the sight, only inches from his eyes, of Rod's enormous piston going deeper and deeper into his own wife's cunt. He could smell the strong fragrance of sweat and sex from their steaming crotches. With each thrust, more of Rod's enormous shaft disappeared beneath the thick dark curls that marked the portal to Kim's love channel. Then Rod would pull out almost to the limit, and then slowly plunge back in, descending another inch. Eleven inches! Twelve inches! Thirteen!

There were still several inches of hard cock to go, but Kim was going crazy. She had never dreamed of being penetrated this deeply, she had no idea of the pleasure centers inside her that had never before been plumbed. Now these pleasure nerves were all going off, and Kim thought she was losing her sanity. Orgasm after orgasm hit her, each one bigger than before.

Finally, one more plunge, and Rod's hot iron penis was fully lodged inside Kim's stretched vagina. At thirteen inches, Rod had felt his tip touch her cervix. The next several strokes had stretched it back. Finally, he had penetrated the last barrier. His shaft filled her love canal to its stretched out capacity. The head of his cock was in her womb itself.

Now Rod began fucking Kim in earnest. Her orgasms continued to build, each one coming on the heels of the one before with greater and greater intensity. This went on for ten, fifteen, twenty minutes. Barton, tied to his chair, sat absorbed in the close-up view of the spoliation of his bride. Unconsciously, his thumb and index figure were rapidly stroking his own pathetic weenie. He came. Just a few drops of nearly clear fluid oozed from the tiny hole at the tip, which quickly receded beneath its nest of public hair.

That left Barton free to concentrate solely on the humiliating sight of his wife being fucked by this stud. And by now, her orgasms were so intense and coming so close together that they had run into each other. She was in a continuous state of orgasm, electricity running at unimaginable voltage through her frame. She thought she would die, she had no control of herself. Perhaps without realizing it, she was moaning, "Oh God, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Take me! Fill me! I can't stand it, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Never stop! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Kim may not have known she was saying these words, non-stop. But Rod heard, and relished every word. And Rod knew that Barton was hearing every word. Hearing his own trophy wife expressing the uncontrollable urge to be fucked by her rapist! This was just the beginning of payback! Rod loved it.

The sight of Kim's fierce passion as this most beautiful of women was utterly overcome by Rod's own sexual power, and the thought of the humiliation Barton was suffering, finally became too intense. Rod felt his climax coming on. He thrust faster and harder, and brought Kim to an even higher pitch. She was screaming now, a piercing scream that knifed right into Barton's heart.

Then the moment came. Rod's mammoth engine began bucking with incredible force. Kim's pelvis was whipped violently around by the first bursts. Then she felt the red-hot pellets, fired directly into her womb. Rod and Kim held each other closely, lips locked and tongues entwined in a passionate kiss, each simply overcome by the force of what they were feeling.

Barton watched. He had never felt this forlorn, this abandoned, in his life.

As they descended, Kim was in a new state. After the fierceness of her innumerable orgasms, she now felt a tranquility and contentment that she had never known. She held tightly to Rod. He was her rapist. He had violated her person, stolen her dignity, trampled on her most deeply felt moral beliefs.

And it didn't matter. She hated him, fiercely. But so what. She would do absolutely anything for him. He was her master. He was her man. He and only he could give her what she now knew she needed as a woman. No love for her husband, no moral beliefs, no belief in her own self meant a thing compared to-- well, she might as well be truthful with herself. Compared to his penis. She lived for this man's phallus. She would do anything for it, and for what it could do to her.

When Rod finally pulled out, his penis was "shrunken" to its soft state of eight inches long and four inches wide. He got up and thrust it in Barton's face.

"Clean me off," he said abruptly.

Barton had no resistance left.

"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!"

Meekly, he used his tongue and his lips to clean every bit of cum and sweat from Rod's crotch. Seeing that Barton was defeated, Rod untied him. He then ordered Barton to get down on the bed and lick every bit of Rod's cum from his wife's cunt. Barton obeyed. The quantity was enormous. Those enormous testicles had blasted a cupful of potent sperm juice into Kim's cunt. Barton swallowed every drop. He had never tasted cum before, and almost vomited.

But he quickly got used to the taste of Barton's sperm. The two-week honeymoon was sheer humiliation for Barton. He had to watch Rod and Kim fuck almost continuously. Rod shot load after load into her cunt, her mouth, and even her bowels, several times a day. Barton had to swallow every drop. He also became their toilet. They didn't want to bother walking to the bathroom to pee, so they just used Barton's mouth. He had to swallow all of it. Rod took a little mercy on Rod and decided they wouldn't shit into his mouth. They used the toilet for that. But Barton had to clean their assholes with his tongue.

As the two weeks went on, Barton grew accustomed to his role as a sex servant, thoroughly subordinate to his wife and to their joint master. He began to like the taste of Rod's sperm, and did not even mind drinking their piss and licking their shitty assholes.

At the end of the two weeks, Rod gave a little surprise to Barton. He, Rod, was going back to New York with them. He was going to live with them as the head of the house. Gradually, there would be property transfers from Barton to Kim. When everything belonged to Kim, she would divorce Barton and marry Rod, at which time the property would be transferred to Rod.

Rod is now the terror of Wall Street. Kim is his main woman, though of course there is rarely a day when he does not fuck at least half a dozen others as well. And Barton is on welfare. He spends most of his time skulking around adult movie theaters, looking for guys who will let him suck their cocks. He'll do anything for a big one, but he's never found one remotely as large as the one he craves.



Honeymoon



I stared out the open French doors, watching the sunrise over the deep blue ocean. A crisp warm breeze wrapped around my bare flesh and teased my senses with the scent of sand and salt water. The sounds of crashing waves and seagulls almost drowned out the faint breathing of the man in the bed behind me. The sky was still a dark blue only lightened by a touch of brightness on the horizon. It looked like it would be another beautiful summer day spent with my brand new husband, Keith.

I walked slowly back to the bed where he slept. His chest rose and fell as he took in the warm Florida air. It was tanned and covered with strands of dark hair. His shoulders were broad and strong. He was perfect in my eyes. He loved me like no one ever had, for all of me, even my soft tummy and full hips, which allot of men couldn't seem to accept as part of me. But Keith saw them as part of my beauty.

He opened his eyes and looked up at me. A smile came over his face as he took my hand and guided me down beside him. His fingers traced my nipples, teasing them slightly. A shiver ran over my body from his gentle touch. Keith pulled me over on top of him so my breasts were pressed against his chest and my legs were between his. I could feel him getting excited against my tummy. He pulled me closer to him so he could kiss me. His lips were soft against mine, his tongue searching for a response from my own. His big strong hands found the roundness of my ass, caressing and squeezing, lifting me so he could move in between my legs.

Desire took over and my hips began to move, pressing my wet swollen lips against his hard cock. His kisses deepened and his groping became more intense. His eyes pleaded with me to let him enter the softness of my pussy. I moved with purpose allowing him to slide inside, filling me with all of his manhood. I gasped softly as he reached the point I couldn't take anymore of him.

I moved slowly above him. His hands on my hips and his eyes watching my tits bounce and bare lips wrapped around his cock. His thumb found my clit and rubbed it with precision. I rose quickly to climax, letting my moans grow louder; my body quiver and my pussy pulsate around him.

He quickly rolled me over and moved down between my legs. He flicked my clit with his tongue. I flinched from the sensitivity left by my orgasm. He tasted my juices, sliding his tongue deep between the folds. Gently he began to suck my clit bringing me on a rise to another peak. His fingers slid inside finding that perfect spot that made me squirm from pleasure. My hips involuntarily lifted to him pushing his face into my aching to cum again pussy. He increased his actions knowing I was growing closer. When I reached my pinnacle my juiced gushed over his fingers.

He kissed his way up my body, finding my lips and sharing my taste with me. Lifting my legs and wrapping them around his waist he entered me again. He began his movements slow and steady. Increasing his thrusts with his excitement. I could feel his cock growing as he got closer to letting go deep inside me. He began to groan with pleasure as his cock started to throb and he spilled himself inside my pink abyss.

We lay there, together, his arms wrapped tightly around me. His cock quickly began to stiffen against my ass. He lifted my leg and lay it over him, giving access for another round of pleasure. He entered me from behind as we lay on our sides. He moved with enthusiasm. His thrusts were deep and fast. Pleasure shot through my body as he rubbed against my g-spot, sending me into a chorus of moans echoing the satisfaction he was giving me. I was beginning to ache with the need to cum around his cock. The desire was growing inside me, filling me with the sensation I was going to literally burst all over him. I held on to him and he pushed himself into me over and over again. My nails dug into his arm as I convulsed and quivered. The feeling of my satisfaction sent him into his own climax. 

I lay quietly beside him breathless, recovering from our intense lovemaking. I could only hope every time we made love it would be as breathtaking.



Honeymoon



Leann and Jason Moore were looking out the window of the jet as it circled to land in Jamaica. They were to spend the next three weeks aboard a diving boat exploring the wrecks and reefs around the islands. Her father gave the trip to them as a wedding present. They both were looking forward to the trip. Both like to dive and they would take this time to really get to know each other. 

They had been married the day before and spent their wedding night at the Airport hotel in Atlanta. An early wake up call had them aboard on time. They had not even had time to enjoy being married. This was a problem that they both were more than ready to remedy as soon as possible.

Luann was her parent’s pride and joy. She had just graduated from high school a month before the wedding. Although they didn’t like the thought of her marrying so young they both did like Jason. He was a smart young man and a good catch for their daughter. He had graduated from college and now worked for her father.

She had been Miss everything in school; cheer leader, class president, first in her class, veoted most popular, and most any other award that could be given. She was a tiny girl, standing just slightly over 5 feet tall and weighted 105 pounds. Long silky blond hair that was so fine that a breeze would blow it out of place. Her breasts were large for such a small girl and her legs were perfectly shaped. She was the whole package rolled into one. Men and boys had been after her since her early teens. Because of her religious up bring she was still a virgin her wedding night.

Jason was a lot like her. He had been a good athlete in high school and college. He graduated with honors and went right to work with his father to be. He was tall with wavy black hair, and dark eyes. Unlike Luann he was far from being a virgin. He had his choice from many girls while he was in school. He constantly tried to convince her that she should go all the way but she wouldn’t give in. He finally decided if he were going to crawl between her lovely legs then it would be as her husband.

The wedding night was a success even though they were limited on time. She may have been a virgin but she didn’t hesitate once they were in their room. She wasn’t shy about undressing and letting him see what he had been trying to see for the last year. She also was pleased to see what a large cock he was blessed with. She had heard about men with small cocks and she was glad that he was so well endowed.

Jason used his experience with her. He was very gentle and the pain was soon over. She was already on the pill and didn’t have that worry. He brought her to her first ever climax before climaxing himself. Twice more during the short night he brought her off again. The wake up call put a stop to their night. 

The plane landed and they met Lois who was from the boat. She helped them clear customs and soon had them loaded and on their way. 

Jason’s eyes liked to have fallen out of his head when he saw her. She was a tall Black woman, nearly six feet tall, with long black hair that came down to her waist. Her shin was the color of milk chocolate. She had on white shorts and a tank top. It was plain to see that she didn’t wear a bra, as her nipples were easy to see through the top. The white shorts highlighted her long legs.

It was a good thing that Luann wasn’t the jealous type. She had to punch Jason in the ribs to get him back to earth. He turned red at the idea he had been caught looking.

Lois explained on the ride that Juan, her husband, and his brother, along with her made up the crew on the boat. Another couple had been scheduled but something came up and they would come later. They would leave as soon as they could get loaded and would be out to sea most of the three weeks. Coming in only to get supplies when they needed them.

Both men met them at the dock and helped them get their gear aboard. Juan was a tall light skinned man and Lupe was larger and darker than his brother was. Luann thought that Juan was the nicest looking man she had ever seen. When he greeted her with a hard hug she could feel his hard body against hers. Lupe greeted her the same way before they both shook Jason’s hand. 

Juan had the same effect on Luann that Lois had on Jason. Although there were a lot of blacks in Savannah she had never come in contact with them. She had felt a stirring in her stomach when he had pulled her tight against him when he hug her. She could not believe how good it felt to have his hard body touching hers. He held the hug a second longer than nessary before releasing her to Lupe. He quickly did the same way as his brother. When Lupe turned her lose she was slightly flushed.

Juan hurried them aboard the boat. He wanted to get out of the harbor before the fishing boats started returning. 

They helped Luann and Jason store their luggage before casting off. They went back topside and watched as the boat left the harbor. It was a beautiful sight with the clear blue water. They stood at the bow of the boat each thinking how much fun the next three weeks would be.

Once in open water Juan set the boat on automatic pilot and called them all together. “I like to go over all the do’s and don’ts as soon as we get underway. First off we are here to have a good time. When diving you must dive in pairs at all times. If one of you want to dive then one of us will go with you. You have free run of the boat, including the galley. We will prepare the regular meals but you are welcome to help anytime. Once we leave land you may dress with as little are as much as you desire. The only time this will change is if we put in to port. You must be dressed when we dock. The crew will follow your lead. We don’t want anyone feeling uncomfortable during the trip. This is to be a fun filled three weeks, one you can remember for years to come.

When he finished, and after a little small talk, Jason and Luann excused themselves to go to their cabin and get out of their traveling clothes. Luann said, “Can you believe he said that we could go nude?”

“I am surprised but I guess they do things a little different down here. I wouldn’t mind seeing Lois without her suit on.”

Luann said, “Just remember, both can play that game. You men are all alike, a beautiful woman walks by and you are ready to drop your pants.”

He pulled her to him, “If you will get out of that dress I’ll do more than drop my pants.”

She quickly stripped and bounced up on the bed. She may have been a virgin yesterday but after last night she was ready for him again. She liked the sex and wanted more from him. “Come on, what are you waiting for,” as she spread her legs and reached her arms up toward him.

He wasn’t far behind her getting naked. He was on his knees between her outstretched legs. Her cunt was so young and fresh that he could not resist trailing his tongue across the lips and onto her clit.

When his tongue touched her clit her eyes flew wide open, “Don’t do that, I don’t like it.”

“How do you know you don’t like it? You haven’t let me touch you yet.”

“I just don’t like the idea of your mouth touching me down there.”

He didn’t argue with her, he would take care of that another day. He moved up over her and kissed her breasts as his cock found the entrance to her young cunt. She liked the way his cock filled her up as he sunk deeper and deeper in her. Before she knew it she was climaxing. She never stopped moving. Soon her cunt was leaking juice down her legs. Her cunt was tight around his cock and it wasn’t long before he was moving faster and faster.

Luann knew that she was going to cum again. She used her legs to pull her cunt tight against his thrusting body. She had never known that sex could be so good. Suddenly she worked her cunt faster and faster. He had never had a woman move like she was on his cock. All to soon they both climaxed again.

“What came over you, he asked?”

She turned her head so he couldn’t look into her eyes. “I don’t know, it just felt so good I couldn’t stop.” The truth was at the time he was pounding his cock in her cunt she had a vision of Juan fucking her. It was the biggest turn on of her life. 

They showered and put on their swimsuits. The one Luann finally chose was the most conservative one she owned. It still had trouble containing her large breasts and showed off her nice round ass. “They are going to know what we have been doing, she said.”

“So what if they do know? After all we are newly weds, we are supposed to fuck. They said we could even go nude if we wanted too. Wonder how they would dress if we did go nude?”

“Well I am not going to find out.”

Unknown to them the three above already knew what they were doing. They had watched on the closed circuit TV camera hidden in each room. Lupe had watched as Luann stripped and her big breasts bounced into view. “Man, look at those tits. I can’t wait to get my mouth around those.” When she wouldn’t let Jason lick her cunt Juan said, I guess it will be left up to me to show that little white wife how it feels to have her cunt licked.”

Lois was watching Jason. Actually she was watching his cock. She was glad to see that he was very well endowed. A lot of the time she was left with the short end of the stick. She was going to enjoy giving this young husband a cunt to kiss. All three knew that it would only be a short time before they both would be available to them. On these long trips the guest were usually a little shy at first, but it didn’t take long before they wanted to try something that they never would try back home.

When they entered the deck, both guys gave a whistle at Luann. This brought a blush to her face. She was use to guys noticing her but not with the same looks that Juan and Lupe had. 

Lois said, “Don’t pay any attention to them. Those two never get enough of looking at women in swimsuits. I must say that you certainly look good in that one.”

The three of them had taken the time to change while they had been below. Lois’s suit hardly had any material in it at all. It only covered the tips of her tits and the sides and top was completely exposed. She didn’t have a problem with the guys looking her over.

The guy’s suits weren’t much more than jockey straps. The out line of their cocks was plain to see. Try as she might, Luann could not tear her eyes away from them. Juan had a large bulge in his suit but Lupe’s suit could not hold the bulge that it tried to contain. She had never seen a man with so much between his legs. She wondered just how big it would be once it was out and hard. She blushed at her own thoughts.

Watching the little blond haired beauty cause both guys’ cock to start to harden. Unknown to Luann and Jason, this was on purpose. They liked to shock the guest as soon as they got on board. From past experience they knew that this would go a long way toward getting the new guest to loosen up. It was going to only be a short time before they had their black cocks buried in her newly married white cunt.

When Luann saw the hardening cocks she thought about thinking of Juan fucking her. Again she blushed as her nipples harden so they were plain to see through her top. She quickly looked away so Jason wouldn’t see her looking at the other men. She shouldn’t have worried. His eyes had not left Lois since he came on deck. She was also letting him get an eye full of what he could have later.

Juan was the first to speak, “We will just cruise the rest of today and get acquainted. We will spend the night anchored off an island. By tomorrow you will be more at ease around us. We have three full weeks to just cruise, dive, and just do what you like.”

They spent the afternoon just sunning on the deck and having a few drinks. Luann and Jason didn’t know what was in the drinks but it sure put them at ease. Soon the drinks did what they were supposed to do, loosen them up.

Lois left to fix dinner and Luann went to help. What a sight they made as they moved about the galley. One short and blond, the other tall and brown, no man in his right mine could resist either one of them.

Luann finally got up the nerve to ask, “Do you really go around naked on these trips?”

“It depends on the guest, if they like to then we do also. No one will ever be made to do something they don’t want.”

“How can you just undress around people you just meet?”

“It is not a problem for me. I know I have a good body and I like to show it off. After you get use to being naked in front of others it is nice not to be bothered with clothes. After a day or two the guy’s cocks quit getting hard every time you walk by. “

“I don’t think I could do that. Jason would never let other guys see me naked.”

“Don’t be to sure. Most men that have a wife like you want others to see her. It must be some kind of status symbol.”

Dinner was over and they set on deck drinking more of Juan’s concoctions. The soft southern breeze blew across the boat, driving the hot afternoon sun. They no longer had on their swimsuits; they had changed before dinner. The shorts and tops the ladies had on only covered their breasts it didn’t hide them. Both made it hard for the men to take their eyes off them. 

As darkness rolled around Lois put on some music. She and Lupe got up to dance. It was island music with a lot of drums and the beat was nearly as intoxicating as the drinks. The dance was very sexual and the three watching was as exciting as the two dancing. That song ended and another started. Juan asked Luann if she would like to dance. She really wanted to but she was afraid of what she may do in front of Jason. She declined, “I will take a rain check on that. I think I will turn in early. It has been a long day. 

She took Jason by the hand and pulled him along with her. Once in the room she was all over him. She striped off her clothes and jumped on the bed. Jason was right behind her. She spread her legs and pulled him down on top of her. She wanted his cock in her cunt and she didn’t want to wait. 

As he dropped down his cock was at the opening of her cunt. The heat from her body was pulling his cock like a magnet into her. His cock found her and he couldn’t hold back. He drove his cock all the way until his balls were resting against her ass. He didn’t hesitate before pulling out and plunging in again. Luann was already cumin before he got started well.

He slowed down so she could regain her breath. “What made you so hot tonight?”

She said, “Watching all these near naked bodies has been more than I can stand.”

“I know what you mean. I feel the same way myself.” He once again began to move his cock in her cunt. She had wanted him all evening and his cock in her hot cunt quickly brought her to another climax. It was hard to believe that she had been a virgin only two days before.

Luann loved the way his big cock felt as he moved in her. Each time they had sex it was better than before. She suddenly felt a large climax building in her. She couldn’t hold back and this time he went with her. Before she could calm down she had a mental picture of Juan and Lupe big black cocks sticking out of their pants. Jason was thinking of Lois at the same time. 

Something happened that hadn’t before. His cock didn’t get soft, it got harder. Then they were fucking as hard and fast as their young bodies could move. Both using the others body to fuck while thinking of someone else. They both came at the same time. As he pumped his hot juice into her she came her last time. Both were asleep within minutes with his cum running out of her cunt and soaking the sheets.

Once again they had been the center of attention. Juan said, “That is one hot little women. I am looking forward to trying out that pretty cunt.”

Lois said, “Jason is more than holding his own.”

Juan was sitting on the edge of his chair and Lois moved between his legs. She took his large cock out of his shorts and quickly covered it with her mouth. Lupe moved behind her and pushed her shorts down her legs. As she sucked Juan’s cock Lupe slide his cock in her hot cunt. One thing he could always count on was her cunt being ready for his giant cock. She was always ready to fuck.

Juan played with her tits while his brother fucked her. They had been having sex together for years. Often Lupe would spend the night with her even when Juan wasn’t around. She was one of the few woman that could take all his cock and be ready for more. The three could make the three way fucking last for hours. This was what Luann saw, as she was about to come up on deck.

She had woken up after a nap. Jason was still asleep and it looked like he may be out for the night. She had regained her strength and was ready to be fucked again. She was thirsty and headed to the galley to get a glass of water. Once she had her water she thought she would go up on deck while the others were in bed. 

The sight that greeted her eyes as her head move up the stairs brought her to a sudden stop. Lois had told her what to expect but now she was seeing it with her own eyes. She could not make herself leave as she watched Lois swallowing Juan’s cock and Lupe pushing the largest cock she had ever heard of in her cunt. 

Juan had his eyes closed as Lois sucked him. When he opened them the first one he saw was Luann standing on the stairs watching them. Her fingers were in her cunt. She was moving them in the same rhythm as the fucking she was watching. It was several moments before she realized Juan was looking at her. He motioned for her to come forward but she shook her head and left, her face red with shame. She lay beside Jason and used her fingers to bring herself off again, Juan watched her on the TV and smiled knowing it was just a matter of time.

The next morning the sun was shining when they woke. Luann couldn’t wait to tell Jason what she had seen the night before. After telling him they were both so hot that they fucked again before getting a shower.

They started to dress for the day. Swimsuits would be the dress of the day. Luann looked in the drawer for her suit. Today she was going to wear the more reveling one. She couldn’t find it where she had left it. In its place was a suit like the one Lois had on the day before. Only this one was blue to match the color of her eyes. She looked around and found Jason holding up a suit like Juan and Lupe wore. 

“Are you going to wear that,” she asked?

“I don’t know, are you going to wear yours?”

“I think I will try it on before deciding?” They both pulled on what there was of the suits. They stood looking at each other. Luann was the first to speak. “You look pretty good in it. I think you should wear it.”

Jason was looking at his new wife in a different light. The suit made her look more naked than she would have with nothing on. His cock started rising again. “You sure do look good in that suit, I think we should wear them since the others will.”

Luann stood before him with her feet spread, looking to the entire world like she was ready to be fucked. Her tits were barely covered on the nipples and the sides and tops open to anyone looking. The bottom only had a patch to cover her cunt and the string running between her ass cheeks was the only thing that covering her backside. 

“I think it is your cock doing the talking. You do know that you are not the only man that will be getting an eye full of me? What are you going to do if they make a pass at me? If I go out there like this I don’t want you acting jealous. I saw the way you were looking at Lois and I know the other men are going to be looking at me. I can do it if you can, it is your decision.”

Jason’s cock was hard and she was right part of it was his cock talking. At the same time he wanted to see the faces of the men when they saw his wife. “I will behave, let’s go.”

The others were at breakfast when they reached the galley. It was plain to see that the men liked what they saw when Luann walked into the room. For a while both Luann and Jason was self-conscious in their suits. The others put them at easy by not making any comments. The only thing said was by Lois. “I see you found the suits I left for you.”




Honeymoon



They anchored off a reef where they were going to dive the first morning. It would be an easy dive to start with. Juan wanted to see just how much they knew before doing any harder dives. It was a beautiful dive over the colorful reef. Juan picked up a tank for Luann and handed one to Jason. He helped her put hers on while Lupe helped Lois slide her arms in the straps. Someone much larger last used Luann’s tank and her straps had to be adjusted. Juan did the adjusting for her. As he fixed the strap across her chest he make sure to touch her breast. When he adjusted the legs straps he let his fingers touch the soft skin on the inside of her thighs. He seemed to have a lot of trouble getting the straps just right. Each time he adjusted them he found so way to touch her. When he finished and stood up the back of his hand moved over her cunt as if by accident. Luann knew better, but she wasn’t going to stop him, it felt to good.

All three swam among the many fish that called the reef home. All to soon the time was up and they headed back to the boat. Morning was almost over and they set down to have lunch. Juan moved the boat a short way to another reef that was a little deeper and had more marine life. After watching them dive that morning he knew that they knew how to handle themselves.

Luann and Jason were getting more comfortable being around them in such skimpy suits. When they came out of the water after the morning dive their suits were almost transparent. Luann’s tits were on display for all to see, as were Lois’s. The men had a good view of what each lady had to offer. 

They afternoon they dove again. The reef was even more beautiful than the one that morning. Luann followed Juan and he would show her the diferent shells and the different type of fish. He took every opportunity to touch her when they were away from Jason and the other three. She didn’t act like she knew what he was doing but her mind was very much on his hands as he touched her body.

Once the afternoon dive was over they pulled up anchor and move over to an island that had a small lagoon that was big enough anchor the boat for the night. Lois and Luann fixed dinner again while the guys cleaned up the boat. After dinner they once again sat around drinking and listing to the music. They had changed clothes after coming out of the water but the new clothes didn’t hide much of anything. 

Once again Lois and Lupe were dancing to the same type music as the night before. Juan asked Luann if she would like to dance. She didn’t know what Jason would think but when she looked at him he told her to go ahead. He was busy watching Lois as she moved around with Lupe. He remembered what Luann had said about seeing them fucking and it made his cock hard just to think he may get the opportunity to try a little of her himself.

Juan took her by the hand and pulled her to him. Her small body just came up to his chest. He was a good twelve inches taller than she was. He moved her to the music until she got the rhythm of what they were doing. The music slowed to a slow song and she felt him pull her tight against his body. Her head rested on his chest and her arms were around his neck. She knew that he could feel her nipples through the thin shirt she had on. She could feel his cock getting harder as it touched her stomach just above her cunt. Juan didn’t make any attempt to back away from her. He let his leg slip between hers and her cunt would rub on it each time they moved. Luann knew that she should be calling a halt to what he was doing but when she looked at Jason she found him watching her and grinning. It was turning him on to see the black arms of Juan holding his little white wife.

Lupe swapped places with Juan and Lois pulled Jason up to dance with her. She had Jason’s cock hard in no time. Lupe was shorter than Juan was and his cock almost touched her cunt. He wasn’t shy about feeling her body all over. His hands were holding the cheeks of her ass as he pulled her cunt tight against his cock. It was almost more than she could take. His cock was so big that it frightened her. It was this that makes her finally pull away. 

When that dance was over she told Jason that they needed to call it a night. He was more than ready. He had to get his cock in her cunt and get some release. Saying good night they headed to their room. The others headed to the TV.

Just as the night before they couldn’t wait to get undressed. Time after time he brought her to a climax. He came twice himself with out ever losing his hard. Exhausted they finally went to sleep. The others were watching as they once again had sex. “Tomorrow will be the day,” said Juan. 

The next morning they moved out and anchored over a sunken ship. All three put on their tanks with Juan once again helping Luann. He was more aggressive today than before. He touched her breasts as he slid the straps over shoulders and her legs and cunt as he fastened the leg straps. Luann didn’t quite know what to do are say. She liked him touching her but she didn’t want to make Jason mad.

Once in the water Lupe led the way with Luann following and Juan behind her. Lois was next and Jason brought up the rear. It was fairly large ship that was still mostly intact. Lupe led them through a hole in the side and they needed their underwater lights to see where they were going. The passageways were narrow and dark as Luann followed Lupe through them. 

In one of the long dark corridors she felt Juan’s hands on her legs. She thought it was an accident until he caught her foot and pulled her back toward him. He ran his hand up her legs until he was touching the suit where it covered her cunt. The suit being so loose and not much of it didn’t stop his fingers from caressing her cunt. She grabbed his hand to stop him but he wouldn’t take his hand from her cunt. His fingers were really busy as she tried to stop him. The problem was that she really didn’t put up much of a fight. She had her first underwater climax on his fingers with her husband right behind her and didn’t know what was going on.

Jason could have cared less if he had known what she was doing. Lois had his cock out of his suit and he had his fingers up her cunt. He was too busy to care what happened to Luann. Lois climaxed on his fingers and she finished bringing him off with her hand. By the time they had move out of the dark passage they were all buttoned back up.

The rest of that morning Lupe and Juan took every opportunity to feel Luann. She couldn’t have stopped them if she had wanted to and it was a fact that she didn’t want too. Once the dive was over and they were back on the deck each one acted as if nothing had happened. 

After lunch they were going to go back down on the same ship. This time they were going down on the other end where they didn’t get to that morning. Lupe said that he needed to do some work on the electrical unit and would not dive with them. Lois had got close to Jason and told him to turn down the dive also. He didn’t know what she had in mind but he was sure going to find out. That left Luann and Juan to dive alone. 

Luann didn’t feel right about going back down with just him. After what had happened that morning she knew that she was in for more of the same. She didn’t mind the touching and she figured that nothing much could happen 50 feet underwater. 

Juan helped her with her tank and once again took liberty with her body. She had come to expect that from him. They slid off the diving platform and she followed him down to the ship. He carried with him an extra air tank and she wondered what for. As they got to the end of the boat he motioned for her to wait and he disappeared under the edge of the boat. Only a second later he reappeared without the spare tank. 

They went through this end of the boat the same as that morning. He would touch her each time they got close. She had come to expect it and now looked forward to his secret touches.

Back outside he motioned her to follow him and he went under a small ledge that he had gone under before with the extra air tank. She followed him through a tight place she would never have gone if he had not been ahead of her.

Once they were under the ledge he turned upward. She followed and to her surprise she came up out of the water. It was dark except for their lights. It was a room about the size of a closet. He stepped on a ledge and pulled her up with him. “What is this?”

“It is an air pocket that my father found a long time ago. No one has ever found it but us. Each time we come in here we bring an extra tank to replace the air that we use up.” He took off his tank and helped her get hers off. “I like to bring our guess down here and show them the place. It also give us a little time alone.” He pulled her to him and brought his lips down to hers and kissed her.

Luann could not believe how easy she was to be led along by him. Never in her life would she have even dated a black man at home. Now she was letting one kiss her and liking it. She returned his kiss and found herself letting her tongue enter his mouth. His hands went to her tits and her top came off. As he continued to kiss her his hands were all over her white breasts. Even in the dim light she could se his black finger covering her white tits. It was such a turn on that when he reached for her bottoms she let him pull them from her. 

She stood naked with him running his hands all over her white body from her head to her cunt. He pushed his suit off and took one of her hands and put on his cock. He was hard and very big. but it was soft to her touch. She had just learned what Jason’s cock felt like and now she was touching a big black cock. 

He was bringing her to the point that she was about to climax just from him touching her. He stepped off the ledge and his head was even with her cunt. He pulled her to him and touched the opening to her cunt with his tongue. She tried to pull back and told him to stop as she had Jason. He wasn’t listening; he pulled her cunt to his mouth with his hands on her naked ass. Before she knew it his tongue was buried in her cunt. Never had she felt anything like it. He was sucking and licking her clit at the same time. If she had known it would feel this good Jason could have had his way earlier. 

She was climaxing in seconds after he started. He licked her clean. He liked tasting the fresh juice that came from a hot cunt. He stepped back up on the ledge and kissed her again. She could taste her juice on his lips, and it didn’t taste that bad. He told her to step back down in the water. She did as he said not knowing what he had in mind. 

She found her face even with his cock. The black head was just inches from her mouth. “Suck it.”

She wanted to resist since she had never even had her husbands cock in her mouth. She knew that a lot of girls at school had sucked their boyfriends but she never had. Juan reached for her head and pulled her head up to his cock. It was resting against her lips and before she realized it her mouth was open and his cock had made its way in. He told her what to do to please him and she found out that the taste wasn’t that bad. She worked her tongue around him like he told her. She could feel his cock swell and knew that he was about to cum. She tried to pull back but he wouldn’t turn her a loose. 

Suddenly he exploded. His cum shot to the back of her throat. She thought that she was going to choke and started to gag. “Swallow,” he said. She had no other choice but to do what he said. She swallowed and found out that she liked making him feel as good as he had made her feel. 

The moment Luann and Juan slid under the water Jason said, “I don’t know if I should let her go down with out me.”

“Don’t worry Juan will take good care of her. Now why don’t you take care of me?”

He turned and she stood before him completely naked. She had stripped of her suit while his back was turned. Even though he had seen most of her body with the suit on, it was something else to see it without a stitch covering it. Her milk chocolate colored body was a sight to behold. Her breasts stood high on her chest and her nipples were hard and the size of his thumb. As pretty as Luann's big tits were they were no match for Lois’s. 

Her cunt was clean-shaven and he could see the moisture at the entrance of her sex. He knew that he was going to cheat on his wife and there wasn’t anything he could do to stop it. He had to feel what her beautiful cunt would feel like to his cock. 

He was speechless when she moved up to him and pushed his suit down and off. His cock was already rock hard from seeing her naked. She pushed him back in a chair with his cock sticking straight up in the air. She moved over him. She spread her legs on each side of his and lowered her cunt down until the head of his hard cock was at her opening. She took his cock in her hand and moved it to her opening. When it touched her cunt she lowered her body down until his cock was completely embedded in her cunt. 

“Don’t move, just let it rest in me a while.” It was almost more than he could stand. He had wanted to fuck her since she met the airplane. He wanted to work his cock around the inside of her cunt until she climaxed. Instead she was using the muscles in her cunt to fuck him without even moving. He had never felt anything like it. Soon he was cumin and he hadn’t even moved.

His cum was running out of her cunt and he had one of her nipples in his mouth. His cock didn’t even start to go soft. He watched as she started moving her perfect chocolate colored ass up and down on his shaft. Soon she was speeding up as she bounce up and down. Her breasts were in his face and he had her naked ass in his hands. It was feeling so good that he couldn’t have stopped even if Luann was to come up. He was looking forward to taking her cunt in his mouth and sucking and licking her to another cum. He like to taste the fresh juice that poured from a woman’s cunt. If only Luann would let him eat her cunt their sex life would be perfect. As they fucked all thoughts of Luann was gone.

Lois finally climaxed along with Jason again. She slid off his lap and unto her knees. She took his still cum covered cock in her mouth and tried to suck him until his cock was hard again. As she was on her knees Lupe came up from below. Seeing her naked ass he stripped off his suit and joined them. From behind he slid his huge cock in her wet cunt. 

Jason had his eyes closed as she sucked him and didn’t see Lupe until after he had his cock in Lois. He couldn’t believe it when he opened his eyes and found out that he was taking part in threesome. Lois's mouth and the erotic thought of both of them in her at the same time drove him over the edge again. He filled her mouth with his cum. She took all he offered and sucked hard for more.

They had only just finished when Juan and Luann surfaced. If he hadn’t been so guilty about fucking Lois he would have noticed that something was different about Luann. The young wife had just finished giving a blowjob to another man and she had loved it. She wanted to do the same now for her husband but didn’t know how to bring it up.

It was late afternoon and Lois and Luann once again fixed dinner. While they were cooking Lois asked her, “How did you like the air pocked?”

The blush that came on Luann’s face told her more than any words ever would. “Don’t worry, You are not the first woman Juan has shown it to and you want be the last. I told you he is good and that you would finally give in. Don’t feel bad I managed to take care of Jason while you were gone.”

Luann didn’t know where to be glad that Jason had cheated as well as she or be mad at him. She knew that he had nothing to do with the things she and Juan did. Finally she decided that she hoped he had as much fun as she had.

After dinner as they all set around drinking and talking they decided to take a stroll on the island where they were anchored. It was night but the moon lit the beach nearly as bright as day. Juan said there was fresh water pool that they could reach without a lot of trouble. 

They swam the short distantance to shore and climbed out on the beach. They all followed Juan as he led them through the grassy trail to the pool. 

The moon shining on the water made it look more inviting. They all dove in and before long the horse play started. The three men were taking every opportunity to feel up the women. On the women’s part they didn’t try to hard to stop them. 

Luann felt a hand on her leg that quickly moved up to her cunt. She didn’t know just whose hand it could be. She caught it and pulled it away. She was surprised to find that it was Jason’s. She splashed water in his face and turned away. The next hand that found her cunt wasn’t Jason’s; his was in Lois’s pussy. This went on for several minutes with everyone playing grab ass with each other.

Finally Luann said, “I need to call it a night. It has been busy day.” She couldn’t help but look at Juan when she said that. Lois saw her and laughed. 

They swam back to the boat. As Luann was climbing up on the dive platform Lupe caught the tie to her swim suit bottom and gave it a pull. She was standing on the platform before she realized she was naked below the waist. She tried to cover her cunt with her hand but didn’t have much luck. She turned and ran for the cabin while the other had a good laugh. Even Jason was glad to see her naked cunt.

In the cabin she was already striped when he got to the door. She was on the bed waiting for him to take care of the problem she had since the episode she had in the sunken ship with Juan. 

Jason was pretty well fucked out from his afternoon with Lois. Seeing his naked wife spread out on the bed revived him with his cock coming up hard once again. This was the most sex he had ever had in such a short time. 

He mounted her and sunk his cock in her cunt. No preliminaries, Just a quick hard fuck. She soon came and he finished right behind her. Exhausted he quickly fell asleep. Luann dozed a few minutes but soon woke. She was not ready for the night to be over. Looking over at Jason she knew that he was through for the night. She wondered if the others were back doing what she saw them doing the first night. She decided to take a look.

She put on one of Jason’s shirts that button down the front. It provided her with more covering that the suit she wore all day, even without panties.

She eased the door open and started for the stairs. She didn’t make it before she heard the sound of fucking. The door to Juan and Lois’s room was cracked open. She peaked around the corner and saw Lois and Lupe fucking. He had her legs over his shoulders and his big cock was working over her cunt. Luann stopped and stared until they started climaxing. She moved away from the door before they knew she had been watching them. Her cunt was now wet again. She wondered where Juan was and why he wasn’t taking part with them.

Juan was watching it all setting in a chair in the pilothouse. He had first watched Luann and Jason and when they finished he switched to watch his brother fuck his wife. It was a sight he never tired of. He liked to see her being fucked almost as much as he like to fuck her. He watched as Luann looked in the door and followed her as she came up on top. He hoped she was looking for him.

He wasn’t on deck when she came up. He must be in the pilothouse and she climbed the latter leading up to it. As she entered the room she saw him setting in the chair. He motioned for her to come to him, which she did. She was right in front of him when she realized that he was naked and his cock was standing up hard in his lap. “Looks like you have been busy,” she said. “What causes you to be setting here with your cock in your hand?”

He just motioned to the screen behind her. She turned and looked at the scene with Lupe and Lois. They were now doing a 69 on each other. She was blushing as she turned back to face him. “Oh, I see.”




Honeymoon



He reached out and took her by the hand and pulled her toward him. She didn’t bother to resist. When she was standing in front of him he turned her hands loose and put a hand on each of her hips. He moved his hand up taking the shirt with them. When his hands reached her waist her cunt was complete exposed to him. She knew that he could see her blond cunt but didn’t try to pull the shirt down. 

She was looking in his eyes as he pulled her closer toward him. Soon she was standing with her legs on each side of his. His hard cock was almost touching the opening of her pussy. She reached down and grasped his cock. She held it steady as she lowered her body down to it. Her pussy was so hot and wet that the juice was dripping from it. She wanted to feel his big cock as it filled her cunt. She lowered on down until the head was inside before she turned his cock loose. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward and met his lips with hers. As their lips touched she sunk the rest of her cunt on his big black cock. It felt so good to have his cock finally planted in her that she didn’t want to move and spoil the feeling.

He broke the kiss and push her back far enough that he could unbutton the shirt. He slowly unbuttoned each button. He took his time as if he was opening a gift that he knew what it was but had wanted it so long that he didn’t think he would ever get it. 


Finally the last button was open and he pulled the shirt off her shoulders and dropped it on the deck. Her beautiful breast was there before his eyes to look at and touch. He could do anything he wanted to her. She was his for the moment, maybe for the rest of the trip. He reached up and took a breast in each hand. They were young and firm. The nipples hard as pencil erasers. Her hot cunt had his big cock enveloped.

Luann never took her eyes from him. She could feel his cock in her cunt and she wanted to keep it there forever. His hands on her tits and his thumbs rubbing her nipples were causing a feeling in her stomach that even Jason hadn’t caused. His lips were thick and soft as they move over her lips and face. His thick tongue had claimed her mouth for his. She was as close to this man as it is humanly possible. Her cunt and his cock were claiming each other and their mouths were locked together in a kiss that neither wanted to break.

Finally she had to catch her breath and leaned back. She watched as his black fingers caressed her white tits. It was the contrast that sent a shiver all the way to her cunt. She looked down and all she could see was his black curly hair where his cock was buried in her white cunt. She had never even thought she would date a black man, but now she knew that it was going to be a long time before she grew tired of this one.

Juan had fucked many women, both white and black. Never had he had one that turned him on so. He looked at her breast as his hands ran over them. He could feel her tremble as his fingers touched her hard nipples. The tremble ran all the way to her cunt. He could feel each breath through her hot cunt. He wanted this to last as long as it could. If Lois had her way with Jason then he could take his time and enjoy the best fuck that ever came his way. He knew that he would have to share her with her husband and Lupe, but Lupe would rather be with Lois than anyone and Jason was just as trilled to be getting his first black pussy.

He moved his lips back to hers and she kissed him again with all she had. Her mouth and tongue, like her cunt, wanted to touch all of him. She wanted to get closer to him but it was impossible. As she set on his lap with his cock still buried in her cunt she never thought of Jason one time.

Juan released her tits and moved his hands to her ass. He stood up and held her on his cock with both hands on her naked ass. He moved across the room to a cot in the corner. He lay her back on the cot and moved over her. His cock never left the velvet sheath of her cunt. 

Once he had her stretched out under him he went back to kissing her tits and lips. He started moving his cock slowly in and out. The motion was so slow that it was like a gentle caress of her cunt with each stroke. Her legs wrapped around his back and she lifted her cunt up to him each time he moved back in. She may not have had the muscle control that Lois had used on Jason, but she more than made up for it with her youth and total commitment she gave to him. He knew that she was totally his to do as he pleased. He wanted this fuck to be the best that she ever had. When the trip was over and back home he wanted her to remember him each time Jason had sex with her. 

Juan could feel her cunt start to quiver and he knew that she was about to cum. Still he didn’t speed up. When the climax hit her she nearly passed out from the shear pleasure of it. 

He stopped moving until she could recover. Once she had recovered he started again with the same slow deliberate movement. Again she climaxed, even harder than before. Again he waited until she was ready before proceeding. 

For nearly two hours he brought her slowly to one climax after another. He had to use all the self control that he had acquired over many years of bring pleasure to women. Now he was going to have finish for himself. His balls were so full that they were starting to hurt. He was going to fill Luann young cunt with more cum this one time than she had in all her other times put together.

Luann could feel when his cock had finally had all he could take. As big as he already was she could feel the swelling that came just before the climax. She wrapped her legs tighter around him and pulled his head back down to hers. She whispered in his ear, “It’s time for you to finish. Fill me up with all the hot juice you have.” 

She expected him to speed up and fuck her fast as all men did when they were ready to cum. Again she was surprised when he reached under her and pulled her ass up on his cock so tight that there wasn’t any room for movement. His cock was buried as deep in her as he could get when she felt the first shot of cum hit her womb. She held him tight as shot after shot poured from his shooting cock. She came again from the hot cum that he was dumping in her well-fucked cunt. 

Juan continued to pour cum in her. Never had he shot such a load and she certainly had never had so much. Luann didn’t know how many time his cum shot into her but she was full and it was being forced out around his still hard cock onto the cot. For over ten minutes they held each other without speaking as cum slowly quit flowing from his cock. It was another ten minutes before his cock started to soften.

Luann knew that she had just had a once in a life time experience. It would never be like that again. When he finally rolled from her his cock pulled out with a pop. They lay side by side on the narrow cot. She lay on his arm that he had around her neck. His cum was running free from her cunt. It soaked the bed and both of them. Still they didn’t move away from each other. She reached down and took his cock in her small hand. Even soft it filled her hand.

Finally she said, “I have got to get back. Jason may wake up and wonder where I am. He thinks it would be alright for me to fuck you but the reality may be more than he could take.”

She kissed him as she moved from the bed. As she passed Lois’s room she saw her and Lupe wrapped in each other’s arm, sound asleep. As she climbed back in bed Jason reached across and took one of her tits in his hand. He never woke up. 

The next morning Jason was up long before Luann. He showered and would have liked to have a little wake up sex to start the day. He finally got her to wake up after he felt the boat begin to move. They had missed breakfast. Jason went up on deck while she took her shower. 

In little while he was back. “They have headed out to another dive site. We should be ready to dive in about an hour.”

“I don’t think I will go down this morning. I am just going to lay around and get some sun. I’ll go with you this afternoon.”

“Do you feel ok?”

“Sure, I have never felt better. I am having a really great time, what about you?”

“Me too, I didn’t know about it that first day when they talked about doing what ever we wanted, but now I’m all for it.”

Luann hesitated for a minute before telling him what was on her mine. “Jason, I know about you and Lois yesterday.” She saw the look on his face and quickly said, “It’s ok, I’m fine with it. I think we should just do anything we like for the rest of the trip. Once we are back home it will never happen again.”

Jason could not believe what she was saying. He had really worried that she might find out about Lois and may even divorce him. He really loved her and wanted to spend his life with her, but Lois was something no man could pass up. “Do you mean that I can fuck Lois when ever I like?”

“Well it’s not going to be that one sided. I also have two other men that have made it plain that I am on their menu. Can you take seeing me naked with them?”

“I thank that will be fine. It is really a turn on to see them watching you.”

“It will be more than watching I’m going to fuck their cocks off. Just for starters, to day I leave my swim suit off.”

“You mean you are going naked in front of the others?”

“Yes, and so are you. Strip of that suit and you and I are going up top and let the others know that the fun has started.”

Jason did as he was told. He followed her up the steps to the deck. He watched her naked right in front of his face and thought that she may be enjoying this a little too much. 

He didn’t have time to get jealous as they stepped out on the deck. The others saw them and at once they all stripped off their suits. Lois came over to them, “Now we can really start having some fun.”

Juan, Lois and Jason put on their diving equipment and slid over board. The three naked divers slowly sunk into the deep blue water. 

Luann watched them go before getting a towel and spreading it out on the bow of the boat, She lay down on the towel and let the warm sun shine on her naked tits. A shadow moved over her and she opened her eyes. It was Lupe standing above her looking at her naked blond body. Without a word he dropped his shorts and Luann had a close look at a huge cock. He was so much bigger than either Juan or Jason that it frightened her. Only her pussy wasn’t afraid of him. It started to moisten and she spread her legs to let him know that she was ready to take him on. 

Lupe dropped down on the towel between her legs. His mouth covered her cunt as his hands lifted her ass up to his face. He buried his tongue between the folds of her young blond cunt. Luann looked down to see his black face as his tongue dove into her cunt. He didn’t take long before he wanted to feel her hot cunt wrapped around his huge black cock. He moved up over her. Holding her legs in each hand he spread her until her cunt was open to him. 

Lupe wasn’t one to take his time. His cock found her hot, wet opening and he entered her in one hard push. 

Luann would have screamed if his mouth hadn’t been covering hers. He was hurting her as he steadily pushed his huge cock to the bottom of her young cunt. When he hit bottom she could feel the head of his cock go where no one else had ever been. He didn’t move for a few seconds and in that time she had relaxed enough that it no longer hurt so much. 

Lupe had only one thought and that was to fuck her until he came. He started moving and the tight cunt felt so good that he just got faster and faster. He wasn’t going to last long in this young cunt.

Luann had begun to like the fullness of his cock when he started fucking faster. She knew he was about to cum. and she tried to finish with him. He was just to fast and his cum spilled into her before she was ready. She could feel each shot of cum as it coated her cunt. This was a first time for her not to be satisfied when the man was.

Lupe started to pull out but she wrapped her legs around him and hung on. “Where do you think you are going? You are not finished yet. If you are going to fuck me then you are going to do it right.”

Lupe was surprised that Luann wouldn’t let him go. Most of the time the women were glad to get his big cock out of their cunt. Only Lois could take all of him and still want more. Maybe this young white wife was like Lois and really did want more of him.


He was still hard and Luann told him, “Start moving, and this time don’t be in such a hurry.”

He started working his huge cock in and out of her cunt. She rode him on each stroke he made. Her cunt had grown accustom to his size and now she wanted to feel all of him as he fucked her. He was different from Jason and Juan. So much larger and deeper than either one of them could go. She could feel the head of his cock as it reached the opening to her womb and pushed beyond. It was a good thing her mother had insisted that she start on birth control pill several weeks before the wedding. When Lupe shot his cum the last time it went straight to her womb.

When he started cumin she was right with him. This time his huge cock started a climax that she could feel all the way in her stomach. 

As she lay with him still over her and his cock still buried in her she thought how much fun it was going to be for the rest of the trip. They were still at it when the others finished their dive.

The first thing Jason saw when he dropped his diving equipment was Luann as she moved up and down on Lupe’s cock. For a moment he was jealous of the big cock that his new wife was fucking. Lois took matters in her own hands and pulled him down between her legs. His hard cock found a home in her hot brown cunt.

Diving was put on hold for the rest of that day. Lois and Luann were left to take care of the three men. They did a good job of it. Luann for the first time had two men loving her. Jason and Juan took turns fucking her and having her suck them off. Lois was taking care of Lupe. Lupe was having the best time of his life. Now he had two women that wanted his big cock. They never told him to stop.

The rest of their time aboard the boat was taken up with sex and diving. Luann had taken several opportunities to be alone with Juan. Some nights after Jason was asleep she would meet him back on deck for more of his black cock. He had found a place in her that even Lupe with his giant cock couldn’t reach. She knew that once this trip was over that back in Savanna she would just be Jason’s wife. She wanted to get all of Juan that she could get before the trip was over.

The boat was back at the dock and Jason and Luann were unloading their luggage. They had already said their good byes before the boat docked. As they left the boat a young married couple was getting on the boat. The girl was a pretty red head and the guy was tall and dark. Luann looked at Juan and he was already giving the new girl the once over. She had to smile; the crew was ready for the next cruise.

When the plane landed in Atlanta her father was there to welcome them. Jason left to claim their luggage and Luann was standing beside her father. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to him. “How did you like the trip?”

She hugged him back; “It was great. Nothing like I thought it would be, but I wouldn’t take anything for going.”

“Do they still have that air pocket in the sunken ship?”

Luann looked at her father who had started to smile. “You knew about that air Pocket when you booked the cruise?”

“Yes, you see, your mother and I went on the same cruise with Juan’s mother and father for our honeymoon. It was a start to out marriage that neither one of us has ever regretted. We felt that it might be a good idea if you had the same opportunity. You have always been so protected that we thought it might do you good to find out what life is about.”

She was hugging her father and whispered in his ear how much she thanked him and her mother. When Jason came back with the luggage. “What going on,” he asked when he saw the smiles on their face. Luann took him by the hand. “Let’s get home and I will tell you a story.”



Honeymoon



Being a huge fan of the late, great American artist Bill Ward and his gorgeous girlie art, I decided to pay homage to him by interpreting a few of his suggestive cartoons onto paper. 

Therefore, the following filth below is what I'd like to imagine occurred before the punchline of the cartoon. For best results, please don't skip to the end!

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"All the way, God yes, suck it all the way!" Igor hissed through gritted teeth, gripping Christen's hair through clenched fingers as he drew her mouth deeper onto his rigid cock. She sucked noisily on the throbbing flesh, her tongue sliding beneath the smooth, saliva-coated erection, her full red lips greedily gripping his cock. His painted fingernails grazed the back of his naked ass, pulling him closer to him, as if she wanted to swallow him whole.

Igor stole glances at the kneeling, voluptuous woman who slurped upon his cock, and not for the first time thought himself lucky. Here was a truly stunning female slut of the highest caliber, a woman with curves in all the right places (God, he adored her big, firm breasts!) and who felt comfortable in revealing lingerie as she did in sneakers and pants. This afternoon Christen wore, for his pleasure, naturally, a black and red corset which barely contained her swollen cleavage, sheer black stockings with black elastic suspenders, high heels and a see-through, ankle-length black lace negligee. She had discarded her matching panties when Igor tongue-fucked her pussy as soon as he burst through her bedroom door. Her hair was tied upwards with bows, ringlets falling around her slightly touched-up face. Her lipstick was of that 'non-smear' variety advertised on TV, for his cock was relatively free of sticky lipstick. Her face glistened where she had taken him in hand and whacked his bulbous prick off her cheeks. 

"You suck cock so good, Christen," he groaned, withdrawing his cock from her mouth and pulling on his erection. She sucked his knob between her lips as he masturbated, she reaching up to cup his heavy balls with her fingers.

"I love sucking your cock," she breathed heavily, pressing her arms together that forced her globular globes to swell majestically. Igor was thrilled to see her nipples poke over the rim of the cups of the corset, and visions of their last encounter, when she licked his sticky cum from her breasts, came to mind.

"Get on the bed," he told her, helping Christen to her feet. Igor drew the horny woman next to him, kissing her, she squeezing his cock in her hand before she lay back on top of the immaculately made bed. Half-dressed in black, she wriggled erotically upon the boudoir-red bed sheet, her negligee spread out beneath her like blessed black wings, her fingers toying with her dripping puss.

"A little encore," he said, falling to his knees before her and once more burying his face at her honey-pot. Christen groaned aloud as she felt his tongue squirm its way inside her, licking, lapping, his fingers entering her silky smooth quim, two, and then three. He sought and found her clit behind its soft hood; fingering it, he scooped it into his mouth and sucked upon the tiny nipple, her honey oozing from her pulsating puss. Like a parched desert rat Igor filled his throat with her sweet, succulent spilling. 

"I'm gonna fuck you good, slut," he told her. Getting to his feet Igor gently whacked the tip of his cock off her pussy, Christen opening he lips to allow him access into her hot, wet haven.

"Fuck me, Igor," she commanded him, her fingertips clawing at his purple mushroomed knob that teased the sucking opening to her cunt. Holding his erection perfectly still, letting her squirm down the bed to impale her self on him, Igor then thrust home, filling Christen's puss with his concrete-hard cock. She let out a gasp of pleasure as his magnificent prick stuff her, his balls coming to a halt against her ass cheeks. Squeezing him with her well-oiled pussy muscles Christen relished the sensation of Igor's cock within her, my God; he had such a big cock! 

Drawing back, he thrust forward again, and then withdrew, so that the tip of his bulbous head rested just on the outside of her lips. Here he held still, not moving, his hips statuesque, Christen now twisting and turning on the bed sheets with absolute frustration.

"Fuck me, you bastard!" she told him, lashing out at him, lifting her self off the bed to slap him. "Fuck me, Goddamn it!"

"I love it when you talk dirty," he smiled at her, slowly entering her puss, centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch, until he was fully embedded in her once more. Withdrawing again, he repeated the process, this time a little faster.

"You like me talking dirty, do you?" she asked him, resting on her elbows, staring incorrigibly at him.

"You have such a filthy mouth," he returned. "You should use it more often."

"Does it make you hard?"

"Harder," he replied, winking.

"Then who am I to disappoint?" she said, lifting her hips to meet his thrust. "Fuck me, Igor," she began in earnest, "fuck my pussy with your big cock!"

"That's it, oh fuck, yeah, baby," he groaned, his thrust quickening.

"I love your big, hard cock fucking my pussy," she continued, "mmmm, yeah, it feels so big in my pussy, yeah, fuck me, oh Jesus, fuck me!"

Igor had now taken hold of her raised right stocking leg and was slamming home into her, his balls swinging precariously beneath. "Yeah, Christen, oh fuck, baby, yeah!"

Her running commentary was soon drowned out by her high-pitched squeals of pleasure as her body shook with the pounding from the grunting Igor. Her breasts wobbled and sprung free of her corset, Igor staring down gleefully at her melons that shook and rocked like jelly. He reached for one of them and squeezed the shaking breast, feeling the hardened nipple in his palm, between his probing fingers. He had a sudden urge to suck on them, both.

Still buried within her, Igor fell on top of her, cupping her breasts as he did so, scooping one of her ripe nipples into his mouth. He felt her cup his shaved head with her fingernails, heard her groan as he sucked hard on her engorged teat. Still thrusting into the panting, horny woman, Igor released her nipple before rolling his tongue around it, savoring its taste. Saliva dribbled from his mouth and oozed like treacle down her round breast.

"Don't stop, you fucker!" Christen warned him, she buckling beneath him as her orgasm raced towards her. "Oh yeah, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" she gasped, clawing his naked back, her mouth reaching for him and sinking her teeth into his broad shoulders. 

"Cum for me, baby, oh yeah, cum for me!" he groaned, his cock now jack-hammering into her tight, wet cunt, and with his rigid, pulsating-veined cock rubbing wondrously off her clit, Christen came screaming.

"Fuck! Oh fuck, yes, oh Jesus, yes!" she cried, thrashing beneath him, squeezing his cock within her spraying pussy. Igor bent his head forward and kissed her, catching the last of her climax in his mouth, loud at first, she soon murmuring her pleasure.

"Nice?" he asked her, caressing her ringlets, Christen's face flushed, spent. 

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, baby," she purred. "Your cock can work magic."

"Don't forget my balls," he smirked. "They're important too."

"Then let me lick your balls," Christen cooed, licking her lips.

"If you insist," Igor said, withdrawing from Christen's dripping pussy, he climbing to his knees as he squatted over her, giving her breasts a couple of playful smacks with his cock before positioning himself above her face. 

Steadying him by gripping his thighs, Christen readied herself as Igor lowered his undercarriage towards her, his great, heavy balls seemingly unloading via a crane. Soon he would unload his cum upon her, she thought, and this made her tingle.

"Lick my balls," he told her, as Christen lashed out at his testicles with her tongue, catching his recently shaved nuts. She could taste her honey on them, taste his pre-cum and the promise of a salty load. 

"Oh!" she cried, suddenly. Not being able to see, she shuddered with sensitive excitement as she felt his fingers caress and fiddle with her pussy. 

Lifting himself above her, he moved forward, presenting his asshole to her. Sluttishly she devoured him, tongue-fucking his ass like the greedy whore she was. She could feel him squirming above her, hear him groan approvingly. Igor loved having his asshole licked and fingered, and she was just the woman to do it.

"You gorgeous slut!" he wheezed, lifting him off of her before sinking towards her mouth and tongue again. Taking his cock in hand he pulled upon it, tiny drops of pre-cum oozing from the tip onto her forehead. His fingers slid down the wet valley of Christen's pussy, her excitement also building. And when he felt her fingers tickle the soft mouth of his anus, Igor groaned excitedly. No one sucked cock or licked balls or fucked his ass the way this slut Christen did – if she kept this up he was gonna spew his load all over her fucking face.

With his balls rubbing off her nose as she lapped and prodded his asshole Christen was now lost to lustful abandonment. Her clit throbbed mercilessly to Igor's touch - the fucker was going to make her cum again! Violently she shoved her painted finger deep into his ass, causing him to cry out. She made it up to him by scooping his full balls into her mouth and sucking hard, running her tongue around the stubbly nuts. Through the corner of her eye she could see him pull frantically upon his shockingly big cock – my goodness, that thing was ready to explode!

"Yeah, oh fuck, Christen, I'm gonna, I'm gonna – " he gasped, twisting and squirming above her as he broke free of her salacious grasp and crouched to her left side, his hand gripping and shafting his erection. Christen took over where Igor's hand was, and continued to finger her glistening clit, her second orgasm imminent. She prayed she'd cum when he did.

"On my face, baby," she cooed, stretching out her tongue, "oh yeah, baby ..." 

"Fuck!" Igor groaned, releasing a silver shower of white-hot salty cum onto her face, splattering across her cheeks, splashing her tongue, plopping in her eye. His orgasm was immense, a one-man bukkake, smothering her groaning face with his creamy climax. And as soon as the first jets hit her, her second orgasm ripped through her, not as electrifying as her first, but intense nonetheless, she coming in sympathy as her lover emptied his balls into her mouth, almost blinding her in the process. Through half-closed, sticky eyes she saw him pull on his cock before she felt him penetrate her lips, she sucking his floppy prick to the back of her throat, swallowing his thick, salty seed ...

* * *

"Are you sure, Igor?" Felicia asked him.

"Of course, baby," he said, wrapping his arm around her waist, drawing her closer to him and planting a kiss on her lips, "Anything for you."

"Oh, that's fantastic! I can't wait to tell her!"

"Neither can I," he grinned knowingly, as they approached the same bedroom door where Igor had visited a couple of hours before.

Felicia knocked once, impatiently opening the door, not waiting for an answer. Inside was Christen, sitting by a vanity mirror, brushing her hair, her curvaceous body hidden, she dressed in a non-flattering, red bathrobe.

"Hello, you two," she smiled.

"Oh, Mother!" Felicia exclaimed excitedly. "Igor and I are to be married! And guess what? He's so wonderful that he wants you to come along on our honeymoon!"



Honeymoon



The wedding ceremonies had drawn to a close. All the guests were safely in their own homes and it seemed as if Greece itself sighed happily in a drunken stupor. But the night had just begun for the two newlyweds.

Ares, still dressed in his white suit put his arms around his golden bride. He rest his head on top of hers as she looked silently out the window, her eyes fixed on the cosmos outside. Shawn smiled and relaxed her body into his, at last feeling like his other half. She sighed happily and closed her eyes as she felt his light kisses grace upon her skin. With a slight turn of her neck, she found herself pressed against her husband as he delivered more kisses onto her offered neck.

Seeing the opportunity, Ares took Shawn into his arms and swept her off her feet. He looked into her eyes and saw only pools of passion gazing back at him. With a victorious grin, he kissed her passionately and walked over to the bed. He placed her down softly and stepped back to take her in. The instant his hands left her body she let out a disappointed sigh. He smiled as he saw his bride staring at him with undisguised want. 

He crawled into bed and laid on top of her. He smiled mischievously before kissing along the plunging neckline of her black wedding dress. She arched her back gracefully, allowing more of her skin to be accessed. Ares allowed his hands to go to her back, but he stopped as he heard her excited sigh.

"What is it, Shawn? Is that what you want?" he asked softly.

She nodded, her mind flooded with heated thoughts.

He smiled once again and said, "I want to hear what you want, my love."

Shawn shook her head and tried to find her voice.

"Tell me what you want or I will stop all together."

She whispered, "I want you to make me your wife."

A dark chuckle came out of his body. "How will I make you my wife?"

She looked into his eyes, passion and excitement clouding her vision. She opened her mouth to speak, but found no words could come out.

His hands proceeded to unbutton her very simple back, allowing her dress to fall off perfectly. He pulled it off and for the first time saw her naked form -- as perfect and beautiful as he thought it would be. Expertly, he kissed each of her nipples, just letting a soft moan come out of her body. He ran his fingers down her sides, making her squirm in excitement. 

Ares, much to Shawn's disappointment, stood up and backed away from the bed. Much to her amazement, his clothing just disappeared off his body and he stood before her, baring his manhood. Suddenly, she was nervous at the sight of his naked body. The artists had rightly shown a god's endowment, but she wasn't sure how to take it.

As if he knew what she was thinking, he climbed on top of her once again, drinking in the feeling of his skin pressed against hers. "I promise you will be fine, my queen." He kissed her on the lips lovingly and felt her body relax under him. He smiled and slowly spread her legs for his entrance.

Ares positioned himself, but stopped and looked at his wife once more. He had many women in his life, but none looked like her, save the unconquerable Aphrodite. She looked up at him and smiled through her nervousness and said, "I love you."

With one sigh, he slowly entered her, loving her sounds of pleasure. When at last he was completely inside her, he paused and kissed her with love. Then, just as slowly, he pulled out, only to go back in once more. Shawn never showed a sign of pain, only sheer pleasure. Ares took this as a sign to keep going, and so he did.

He had been with many women, but not like this. She seemed to be made for him, her moans only exciting him even more. Her movements instinctively what he craved. He found himself in the world that he only imagined he put his lovers into. Looking down from his pleasure, he saw Shawn writhing underneath him, crying out in joy.

Suddenly, his vision clouded and he let out a cry of pleasure. Underneath him, she was also letting out screams of joy. He felt his climax coming and embraced it to share with his wife. When it hit, he filled her with his wedding gift as her body squeezed him dry. He kissed her without abandon, giving himself entirely to this woman that he had only known for a year of his eternal life.

Lost in the pleasure, Shawn allowed him to lovingly throw himself at her. She sat in amazement and pleasure at that fact that he did not go soft inside her like Hercules had not long ago. She wrapped her legs around him in a hug that held them as one perfect being.

She looked into his eyes, reason slowly returning. She smiled and said, "Ares, I know we promised each other a lot of things today, but there is one more thing that I would like to offer."

After slowly sliding out of her, he lay beside her and nodded. "What is it?"

Shawn crawled out of the bed and knelt at the foot, in front of him with nothing to hide. "My King, you have chosen me to be your Queen and there is only one way that I can repay you."

Liking where this was going, Ares smiled and said, "Continue."

She bowed her head and said proudly, "I would like to serve you in any way that your other slaves cannot. I wish to be the slave of your will and your heart."

He sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to put his hand under her chin. He raised her head so she could see the excited grin on his face. "I accept your offer, my little one." In an instant, a collar appeared around her neck with a chain holding her to Ares. "You are now mine and mine alone through the chains of marriage and devotion forever."

He stood up and brought her to her feet as well. He took her left hand into his and held the chain with his right hand. "No opposition or temptation will ever come between us again." With one last devious smile, he kissed her passionately once more and laid her back down onto the bed. This would be one vacation he would never forget. One vacation he would never allow to end!



Honeymoon



Amity and her husband had just arrived in Europe for their honeymoon. They were going to a small Greek island.

John had told Amity that it was hard to get a place there, as it was rather old fashioned. He hoped that his new wife wouldn't think it was too old fashioned. It was an old castle surrounded by rocks along the southern side and had a crescent beach at the front.

A ferry took them to the island, and Amity jumped up and down with glee at the sight of the castle. John was happy that she liked it.

She noticed another slim young girl jumping up and down as well. She remembered that her name was Melanie. They had spoken before, and found that they were both fit and sporty.

Amity gazed at the big, grey, stone castle. She thought it looked so romantic and she felt a thrill with the thought that John was finally going to make love to her after waiting so long. She had held him off for a long time, and felt as keen as he probably did.

The ferry docked and several couples strolled down the gangplank. Amity looked around at the others and realized they were all honeymooning couples.

The couples were met by two old women of indeterminate age. They greeted the couples warmly and everybody was soon settled in.

After an evening meal, the two ladies told the couples that they were on their own for their first night. They wished them a good night and disappeared up the stone staircase.

Amity noticed that they stopped at the top of the stairs and looked back. One was staring intently at her and her eyes seemed to glow red. She thought it must be a trick of the light. The other woman was staring intently at the gorgeous young Melanie and her eyes seemed to glow red as well.

Amity felt a strange thrall for a moment, and then the women turned and disappeared from view into the darkness of the stone corridors.

She shook her head and looked at John. He was standing up and holding out his hand. He asked "What is the matter, Darling?"

She blinked a few times and shook her head. "Nothing" she answered as he took his hand and led her up the stairs.

Their room was a typical stone room with an open window just as it would have been centuries ago. The bed was a canopied four poster and Amity thrilled at the thought of what was soon to take place on those lovely white sheets. She was thrilled, but also nervous, as she'd saved herself for her husband until she was married to him. She was a virgin. And tonight she was to lose her virginity.

She opened her bag and took out a transparent white silk chemise that she'd secretly packed for her first ever night with her new husband. She was beautiful and didn't really need any dressing up, but when John went off to the bathroom, she stripped and slid it on, over her beautiful nakedness. Glancing down at herself she saw how her pink nipples pressed visibly against the material and he love-hair showed through it as well.

She climbed onto the bed and lay back in the middle of the white sheets. She started to feel sexy! Amity smiled to herself and wondered if her husband was feeling sexy also. He seemed to be taking a long time in the bathroom.

Amity heard the big oak door creaking and glanced at it. It was slowly closing and she wondered if a breeze was making it close.

It closed then, with a solid thunk, and Amity suddenly felt a soft breeze blow on her thighs. The breeze lifted the hem of her chemise and blew it up over her waist.

She felt the breeze stir the silky hair of her love and gave a shudder of delight. Her sex was getting more and more aroused as she waited for John.

Amity brushed the hem down to cover her love-mound and almost immediately the breeze blew the hem up again, exposing her moistening love.

She brushed the hem down a third time, but once more, the breeze blew the hem up again. This time, she felt the breeze blow stronger, not only stirring her silky love-hair again, but blowing the gauzy material till it rubbed over her nipples, making them jut up stiffly.

Amity closed her eyes and thrust her hips up, making her sex pout as she became more aroused. She was about to brush the hem of the gauzy chemise down again, but couldn't move her arms. It was as if she couldn't move her body.

She moaned as her arousal became more intense. She tried to call out to John, but she couldn't make a sound. And it was getting harder to think because of the tingling between her thighs.

Amity wondered what her new husband was doing while this was happening to her. She wanted him to take her so very much. She was surprised that she was aroused and not so nervous.

Meanwhile, John had come out of the bathroom and suddenly felt dizzy. He put his hands to his head as he staggered down the stone corridor.

He didn't know where he was going and rambled along this corridor and that corridor, thinking that he couldn't call out as there were other couples here.

Then his mind began to blur and he wound up on a balcony, slipping sleepily onto the stone floor. He hadn't noticed that there was another young man there already sleeping the sleep of the hypnotized. Nor had he noticed two large sinuous shapes perched high upon the rocks up near the back of the castle.

As the two young men slipped into sleep the two shapes spread leathery wings and glided towards two of the big stone openings that served as windows.

Behind one of those windows lay Amity, wondering where her new husband was, and behind the other lay another beautiful young virgin bride waiting for her husband as well. Melanie was the gorgeous 20-year old with red hair and pale skin. Three more reasons that she had also been picked for a night of magical lust by the two eternal residents of the ancient castle.

Moments later in Amity's room she thought she saw a movement over by the window, but could only turn her eyes. She couldn't move her head any more than she could move any other part of her body.

She gave a silent gasp at what she saw sliding through the big stone opening. At first she thought it was a huge snake until she saw its legs and claws.

The head was short and large, a bit bigger than a man's head. Its body was sinuous and long. Its eyes glowed red and mesmerized her.

She saw that it glanced down at her exposed sex and she felt a tingling thrill run through her pelvis.

Amity realized that this thing, this dragon was what controlled her. The breeze came from its mouth and rippled her chemise again. Then it moved towards the bed, its wings rustling softly as it moved sinuously.

The dragon reached out and touched the top of her thigh, rubbing its hand up till its claws pressed the side of her love-mound.

Amity gave a gasp of pure delight at its touch. Her sex felt fully aroused and her breasts ached to be touched.

Even though she couldn't seem to move her body, her legs opened wide, surprising her. She felt as if she was inviting this dragon to ravish her, to fuck her.

The sinuous beast rose over her as its red eyes bore into hers, charming her into complete submission. As the dragon removed her chemise, leaving her completely naked, Amity glanced down at the lower half of the dragon's body and saw that it was aroused. A huge, slick erection jutted out, ready to ravish her. Its tip was a thick purplish glans that the sight of made her pelvis tingle.

As the dragon pressed the thick glans against her moist love-lips, Amity felt a throb of pleasure ready her sex for the dragon's use.

He pressed slowly into her, stretching her love as he took her. His thick scaly body pressed tightly between her thighs as he worked the thick length of his huge erection deeper and deeper into her love.

Amity writhed her hips, giving him easier access to her moist love-flesh. And as she felt her love-sheath stretching deliciously to accommodate his thick maleness, she noticed his scales were soft and smooth like a snakes.

Slowly he penetrated her love with his thick hard cock till the thick glans pressed against her cervix. He let his weight press down on her pelvis a bit more before starting a slow thrusting fuck that moved her body up and down on the bed.

As Amity was fucked, she came two or three times. After a while the dragon had started to fuck her faster, and his penis seemed to be even stiffer and longer for a moment, and then he came, gushing hotly into her love.

His cum was tingling deep within her as he withdrew and started to lick her body with his long tongue. His tongue did wonderful things to her breasts and nipples, making Amity want to cry out, but she was still under his spell.

He moved lower on the bed and his tongue laved over her sex, licking all the juices off her thrilled flesh.

After that he moved off the bed and stood up, watching her. Amity wanted him again. She had forgotten all about her husband during the ecstatic fucking that she had received from the dragon's huge cock.

The dragon seemed to read her mind and quickly climbed onto the bed again. He mounted her roughly this time, thrusting the hard length of his maleness deep into her love. As his cock thrust into her, her hips arched up to meet his thrust.

His weight crushed her into the sheets as he vigorously fucked her, pleasuring his maleness deep within her love.

Amity came again and again as he pleasured her love with the thick length of his hard maleness. She felt the thrill of being fucked between each orgasm, and this made her very receptive to his lusting of her sex.

The night of lust seemed to go on and on, but after what seemed like hours, Amity felt the dragon's penis finally grow soft after his last gush of tingling semen.

He withdrew and licked her breasts and nipples before quickly exiting through the big stone window.

Amity was able to sit up then and was surprised as the door swung open. She stood up and went out to the hallway but found no sign of her husband. She smiled and headed for the bathroom.

When in there, she met Melanie and she smiled at Amity as she said "You wouldn't guess what just happened to me."

Amity chuckled and replied "I think the same thing just happened to me to."

The girls showered, washing the traces of lust from their beautiful naked bodies and returned to their rooms, vowing to never tell their husbands.

Next morning, at breakfast, Melanie sat beside Amity. The two old women who had met the honeymooners and got them settled in, saw them sitting together and came over to ask "Did you two sleep well last night?"

Then they both smiled a knowing smile, and not being able to completely hide the red glow of their eyes, they chuckled at the Amity's reply.

"If we can have another night like that, we'll have to come back every year. Just the two of us." And Melanie leaned over and gave Amity a kiss on the cheek.

That wasn't the only night of sensual magic Amity and Melanie had on their honeymoon, but both of them agreed that their husbands came a poor second to magical lust.



Honeymoon After Suhaag Rath



From the summit you could see the lake and the small town of Simla. The entire stretch of the lake looked sleepy in the sun, its color changing from dark green to blue, then to a lighter shade of blue. Hills surrounded the lake, and about midway between the peak of the hill and the lake, sprawled the big stone building of Honeymoon Lodge. The hotel complex consisted of cottages and a main two story building, nestled back in tall trees with its collection of carpeted rooms and discreet servants. During the season, the hotel is always full, and the newly married young couples who enthusiastically filled the dining room usually had a very early dinner even before it was time for bed. Bedtime was singularly early, for Honeymoon Lodge as the name denotes, was renowned as a "honeymoon" hotel - whether you were married or not.

Most of the young men and women who eagerly sought reservations here during the summer months were married, but there were also the romantics who considered themselves enough in love to pay the exorbitant rates. There were also the older couples who wished to "get away from city life" for a while, though that often included getting away from respective husbands and wives as well. But however it was defined; whoever stayed in the Honeymoon Lodge was for passion . . . for passion, love, and lust.

The path connecting the cottages ran along well laid garden, and on this warm September evening, it was young Sheela Rohith who was thrilling to the panoramic view spread out before her. She walked languidly alongside her husband of a few days (they were married last Sunday), her arm tightly pressed to his, unable to stifle the blissful grin on her fresh, roundly pert and freckled face. The new Mrs.Rohith was utterly delectable, totally irresistible and very sexy. Her nose was faultless, the face sweetly rounded, always alive with joy and laughter, the rosebud lips soft and inviting. Her teeth were perfectly even and very white. Her eyes were black, sparkling, and her voice was gentle and soft. Her hair was short, hanging just below her shoulders, now bound behind her head with a broad clip in a high pony-tail. Her breasts were full and firm, not the sickening cones that marred so many women, but full and firm and ripe so that they filled her clothing and strained at every seam. She had stubby nipples in dense, bright aureoles. The belly was firm and flat, and her buttocks were firm and neatly curved, leading to shapely legs. Her arms and legs were slender, the fingers and toes smooth. Her skin was smooth and fair and flawless, with the texture of cream, soft, silken, with no trace of the fine furry hair that blemished so many women.

She wore a gold wedding ring on one finger, and a long mangalsutra, signifying her marital status. It dangled low, of gold and black beads with a twin-cupped pendant that rested against her naked midriff. Her ear lobes bore delicate earrings, and she had a small bindi on her forehead and the traditional sindhoor. Sheela wore a chiffon sari which slung high on her hips and dipping precariously under her belly and back so that it was just above her pubis and buttocks, so that the garment clung to her every curve. Her blouses were provocatively cut, scooped deep and wide to reveal a tempting cleavage, the lower hem very high so that it ran hard under her breasts, which jutted out on all sides like heavy, over-ripe melons. The blouse was very taut and her breasts strained at the confines, threatening to burst free.

She was twenty-four, a little late for marriage, but in love with a perfect man, and married to him. What more could a woman ask? The diamond of her newly acquired wedding ring sparkled magically in the crimson rays of the setting sun, as if mirroring the radiant happiness that threatened to burst her heart.Sheela snuggled her head against Rohith's bare shoulder, feeling the warmth of his brown, masculine flesh. Rohih was lean and good-looking with a square-jawed, strong-nosed face, a slim mouth, deep-set, dark eyes, and a hard, muscular body. He was dressed only in baggy shorts and a close-fitting T-shirt that showed off the contours of his muscular body. His torso was hairless, which she found sexy since she had never liked hairy men.The young bride felt a small, reflexive shiver of fascination move briefly along her spine. 

God, but he was a handsome catch as her friends say, Sheela thought so when she'd first seen him during her cousins' marriage. He had a certain roguish allure which had immediately captivated her, which made her irrationally avert her gaze and blush girlishly when he looked at her repeatedly. It was almost as if Rohith mentally undressed her and left her naked and defenseless in the big marriage hall with all others present. Yes, and tonight also, like their wedding night, Rohith would undress her and lead her naked and defenseless into the secret mysteries of sex. Sheela had remained true to the Indian belief of being pure, virgin and unspoiled for her husband till her Suhaag Rath!

Sheela studied her new husband as they walked together along the graveled path. She watched the way he moved easily, with almost leonine fluidity, the strong muscles rippling along his thighs and chest, the hard bas-relief outline of his manhood straining the thin material of shorts. She'd never seen a man's penis before her first night, and the tantalizing thought of Rohith's long and hard, bulging contour of its manly shaft seemed to hold a strange, awesome fascination for the orthodox young girl, and for one quick moment she was filled with a weird desire to reach across and run her fingers down over the stimulating outline, and trace the curve of his cock as it nestled gently in the softness of his scrotum.Then, abruptly shamed, Sheela averted her gaze and stared mortified out over the summit. Self-deprecatingly, she thought: My God, what a way to be carrying on! Rohith would never respect me if he knew I was harboring such indecent, sinful ideas! I'm so ashamed . . .!

Sheela quickly banished her straying thoughts as she and Rohith made the final turn and entered the clearing of the next cottage. Yet while stepping daintily along the graveled trail, she couldn't stop that lingering curiosity as to whether Rohih was as excited and anxiously eager for tonight as she . . .

The small clearing ended at the porch of the cottage, which was now shadowed in the twilight. But the clearing itself was still bathed in hot tangerine sunlight, and the redwood picnic table and chairs seemed to gleam as if waxed with burgundy polish.

With arms encircling each other's waist, they climbed the steps of their porch and entered large honeymoon cottage. It was nicely decorated with large bed and attached bathroom with extra large bathtub and shower.

Once inside and with the door shut, Rohith drew his young sexy bride to him before she could reach the light switch. His lips found hers and he pressed his mouth wetly down, grinding tightly against her lips. She felt herself go limp, then the soft eagerness of his tongue bid for entry and she gently pushed him free.

"Darling, darling, I love you," she heard herself whisper breathlessly. She fumbled for the light switch, turning on the overhead fixture that was shaped like a miniature wagon wheel, and then turning to her new husband again, she hugged him like a little girl. "I want to be yours, all yours, forever and ever."

Her lips pressed hard against his, open and willing to take his tongue as it probed the depths of her unresisting mouth. Small moans of erotic stimulation gurgled from deep in her throat, and his touch seem godlike. They stood motionless as Rohith pulled his lips from hers and gazed momentarily into her eyes. He knew his young bride was ready, but she surprised him by how ready she was.

"Oh, please," she cried, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind. "Let's make love, Rohith." Her words were those of a woman who hungered for sex and wild sex. Rohith could feel the taut nipples of her voluptuous breasts pulsating eagerly beneath the thin material of her blouse. The cool air and the excitement of honeymoon had kept them almost hard since they had been walking side by side, and his expert ministrations urged them on.

Shela felt her body tingle with excitement as she sank down onto the soft bed and lay gently back trembling, her legs slightly parted and waiting to be taken. And, in spite of her desire, she was somewhat afraid: it was all new to her and for all practical purposes, she felt like a virgin again. No man had ever touched her except her husband, but now the Suhag Raath seemed like only a dream. Everything was so unreal. She couldn't stop her brain from whirling around crazily, and each movement of arms and legs and bodies as the couple came together in a fiery embrace was slow motion, preplanned, unhindered by inhibition.

Sheela felt her hubby's legs tangle in hers, pressing hard against her velvety thighs as his moist tongue pursued a course under her throat and down her bare chest to the voluptuous valley between her youthfully firm breasts, and she reveled in his touch. She felt him slip the straps of her velvet lacy bra over her shoulders and pull the small clothing away until suddenly her quivering erect nipples were free in the air, free to be touched and tantalized.

"Oooooooh, yes," she whispered. "That feels so good." The young wife spread her well-shaped thighs farther apart so that she could feel the fullness of his strong body pressing heavily against the wetness between her legs. She felt him grasp her wrist as he pulled her hand down to his throbbing erect penis, and she voluntarily stroked the incredibly massive muscle that was trying to free itself from the imprisonment of his clothing. She rubbed softly at first, then harder, hearing Rohith groan in appreciation. For a moment she stopped as he half rose and stripped her saree, and petticoat from her body.

Rohith halted long enough to look down in the bright light at the sleekly sensuous curves of the woman who lay beneath him. There was no flaw, no blemish. He could see the shadowy triangle of soft dark pubic hair beneath the white silk of the small panties she wore, and he tugged at them until she lifted her hips to ease their removal.

While he hurriedly undressed himself, Sheela lay hypnotically back, watching, waiting as his straining cock sprang free from his underwear. It was as large as any she had ever imagined--even when she had been stroking it she had not thought it would be as large as this. A shiver of lewd anticipation rippled through the young woman again as she thought of his erect cock's pleasure-giving thickness grinding around deep up inside her warm moist belly.

For a long moment, Rohith knelt about the young wife's trembling form, his breath coming in quick and excited gasps. Then he fell upon her, ravaging the softness of her naked flesh with passionate kisses, his massive cock pressed hard against the outside of her squirming thigh, its heated length searing into her tortured nerves. She writhed against him, trying to get him to change his position, but he was the leader, and ran his hand quickly down her sides and across the soft silken mound at the base of her helpless belly. She could feel his fingers grope for a moment, spreading the softness of her silken pubic hair, and then, finding the smooth fleshy slit between her legs, suddenly slip into place and begin gently massaging her already swollen clitoris. 

"Oh, oh, oh," she gasped. Feeling more and more excited , she lifted her hips to meet his lewdly insinuating finger and increase the pressure against her womanhood.

"Put it in," she begged. "Please put it in."

Rohith responded by swiftly slipping his middle finger into her hungrily open vagina, and pushing deeply, expertly.

"Ooooooohhhhh," she sighed as he began to rotate it around up inside her warmly seeping passage in large circles, caressing the softly fleshy walls of her burning cunt with a maddening thoroughness she had never known before.

"Ooooooh, Rohith ..." she groaned through her tightly pressed lips.

"How do you like that?" he asked gently, knowing he was driving the new young bride out of her mind.

"Oh, yes, please, more!" she sighed, sucking in her breath from the excruciating pleasure he was giving her.

Rohith moved his finger back and forth inside her, like a small child walking with his fingers. Sheela closed her eyes and pumped her aching loins upward again and again. Her vaginal opening was tight as she was a virgin, but now it seemed to flower open farther and farther as his obscenely probing finger excited her to greater and greater heights . "Please," she murmured, tiny beads of sweat forming on her forehead. "Take me now, Rohith, please! I can't stand it any more!"

"Yes, now!" the masculine built hubby hissed, then guided his massive cock up between the young bride's widespread legs and against the tightly pleading opening of her desire-inflamed cunt. He probed for a moment, teasing the softly hair-lined lips and feeling the enticingly tender flesh beneath him open wider. "Oooooooh, ooooo!" Sheela cried as she felt the bulbous head slip wetly inside her sexy vagina, worming slowly into her yearning passage and filling her with all the hardened male flesh she could stand. Her lust-incited senses completely controlled her as her hubby thrust his pulsating cock deeper and deeper up into her spastically heaving belly. "Oh, more, more!" she cried aloud, kicking her legs open wider around his pistoning body to take him as deep as she could up between them.

Rohith was surprised at her energy, and her lust-abandoned moans excited him further. He stopped for a moment, his great shaft of blood-engorged flesh sunk inside her to the hilt, his sperm-filled balls brushing lightly against the softly rounded moons of her smooth buttocks. He watched as she thrashed her head from side to side, her mouth open, tears of wild, erotic pleasure in her eyes.

"Please, Rohith, please, give it to me!!"

And the lust-swollen member inside her began to stroke slowly in and out between her helplessly trembling thighs, a few inches only at first: Out for an inch or two then slipping wetly back inside again as Rohith took control of himself. He wanted this to last; he wanted his young wife to remember this for the rest of her life!

Sheela groaned as she felt the maddening movement caressing the moistened walls of her fully dilated cunt. She lifted her trembling knees higher and her tensed buttocks strained up off the bed, her hungrily throbbing vagina reaching violently up for Rohith's long hot rod of flesh as it began to increase its maddening pitch. In perfect control, Rohith guided his massively straining cock, with perfect precision, lengthening each stroke a fraction of an inch more with each grinding thrust. The young newly married wife groaned beneath him and settled into the rhythm, meeting his driving pelvis with her own moistly contracting cunt, tormented beyond her wildest dreams.

Her insides felt as though they were about to burst. With each stroke the brilliant strobe-like flashes in her mind intensified. She thrust upward, harder and harder, trying to fill herself completely with his licentiously pulsing hardness. 

Sheela dug her nails into his hard-driving buttocks, and her lover's hands grasped at her soft flesh, nearly pulling it from her. The pain of his strong grip heightened her torturous pleasure, and every inch of her body caught on fire with dancing electric shocks snaking their way at the speed of light through her helplessly writhing young body, throwing her into a nether world beyond the reality of the world outside, concentrating her entire being on the unbelievable sensations the man above her was giving her.

Her buttocks began to tighten orgasmically, the muscles grasping at the monstrous cock driving into her and flexing desperately around it. Her tiny anus puckered again and again, and she tried to hold back for a moment longer, making the seconds last. Even in her wild, untamed fury everything was slow motion ... each seemed like a minute... the muscles in her cock-filled belly were responding to the call of her clasping buttocks and tingling anus... she was almost there ... almost...

A great wave welled up inside her and the first convulsions started lazily, far down in the hidden depths of her quivering belly, and rolled downward like the sea with increasing power until it hit the bottom of her grinding pelvis at her cuntal opening, crashing against her just as Rohith's pelvic bone crushed into her. The next came faster, snapping like a whip.

"Aaaarrggggghhhhhh! Now! God, I'm cumming now, oh, oh, I'm cummmmmiiinnnnng! Aaaarrrrggghhhhh!!" she moaned out adulterously into the night air.

The twisting young woman jerked up again as her entire being seemed to snap again and again the violent waves of her orgasm crashed through her and she rebounded with them, jerking upward again and again. Her orgasmic juices filled her desperately sucking vaginal passage, lubricating it more and more until the warm liquid sensation was too much for Rohith to bear. Unable to prolong the delicious sensation, he rose up, throwing his head in circles from side to side.

"Aaaaaaarrrrggghhhhhh!" he roared, like an animal about to attack, and the pressure in his heavily swinging balls burst as his white-hot cum erupted from his straining testicles and spurted from his cock-head deep up into her desperately flowering cunt.

Sheela was still cumming when she felt his semen hotly filling her naked belly, adding more fuel to the already unbearable fires of her lust.

"Oh ... OOOOooohhh, God ... OOOOhhhhhh!" she cried out and her head rolled helplessly from side to side on the squeaking bed as Rohith fell on top of her completely spent, crushing her with his weight. Her eyes were closed, but her attention was still focused on the furnace within her, still smoldering in the aftermath of her spent passions. Her legs dropped limply as she felt Rohith's cock soften inside her, and then slip from her wetly satiated cunt with a satisfying plop. She lay still for a while, relishing the pleasure she had just experienced, on Rohith's heavy breathing as he still lay on top of her.