11 comments/ 109473 views/ 15 favorites My Honeymoon By: JamieC2003 We staggered into the hotel room, him laughing his head off, and me trying to regain a bit of dignity while rubbing my sore ass at the same time. He had tried to carry me over the threshold, of course, but had dropped me before even reaching the door. Stupid lunk obviously couldn't handle his drink. I, on the other hand, had managed to ration myself a bit. I hadn't needed to go through the stupid ritual of two couples taking three tequila shots before the first dance (at least, I've always been told it was a tradition), and had managed to avoid him most of the evening, with not too much difficulty, thankfully, since his crowd of buddies managed to keep him occupied most of the time, the only time I've been glad of their presence. I guess you want the backstory now? My name's Sylvia, and I prefer to keep my real last name to myself. I'm 35, almost 36, and I've had an extremely 'eventful' life, I you know what I mean. I was a cheerleader from almost the beginning of high school, right through to the end of college. My good looks and my body always got me high up in a social standing. Never really learned much in school, since my favourite place was the boy's locker rooms, especially after a game, which is where I get most of my experience, as you may have guessed. Even had few high school and college Coaches in my time; there was this Coach one year, he had the greatest ass, and a cock thicker than a... But you probably aren't interested in my younger, debauchery days. Let's get a bit closer to the present. I'm a stripper at a local club in Las Vegas, my dream job, no writing, no meeting, no paperwork, all you need to do is go out on stage, take a few clothes off, twirl around a pole a few times, and just watch the cash flow in! I'm always the star attraction, because of the size of my breasts (couldn't tell you my bra size, since I don't normally wear one! Let's just say I'm blessed), and on an average night, I'd get in about $50 an hour, and the club normally stayed on until 2am, so I'd get around $200 a night, and an average night, that is! So you can probably tell that I have almost no financial problems at all, since I'm not like those girls who get given their nightly dole, and then go straight out to the first dealer they see and put it all up their nose or on a vein, stupid cows. I've been married four times. The first time was probably true love, but, as the old saying goes, men are pigs! So ever since then, it's always been in my own interests. The guy had to have money, and he had to have a good body, and over-average in the crotch area. I'd been lucky once, and got a man who had it all, but the other two guys, they both had it in the wallet, but one was monstrously fat (he had a big dick though), and the other must've been Bill Gates' brother or something, cause I've never seen a skinnier guy in my life, and I wouldn't be surprised if a had been his first time! But I got a cool $15,000,000 from each of them with the divorce, and since I've been proven theoretically sterile from a car accident when I was 16, there were no children involved, which makes everything so much easier. This latest guy, his name's Bobby. He's 25, and he used to play professional football, but he's been cut over a leg injury, and now he's signed as the face of a brand new clothing brand. He's just my type of guy, fit and tall with lots of stamina, and with a yearly value of over $500,000,000! I met him, well; saw him, at the club one night. He was dressed in a white tank top, and I could see every definition line of his chest and abs. I made a beeline right in front of him as soon as my music started, and immediately started waving my tits in his face and showing him my ass through my miniskirt and fishnets. Seems my tactics worked, because he popped a nice tent in his shorts after less than a minute. I didn't really care that he was ten years younger than me, since it obviously didn't bother him too much. But I couldn't do anything with him there in the bar space, one, because penetration isn't really allowed in the bar (hygiene standards), and two, because he had a large gangs of guys hanging round him. He was obviously the ringleader, so wherever he went, they would likely follow, and I wasn't in the mood for a gangbang that night. I jumped down off the stage once I was down to my panties, my breasts wobbling as I walked towards him, drawing a lot of irritating whoops and whistles from his jock buddies (I had to resist giving them a kick with my stilettos), and started rubbing myself up and down this guy, sitting on his lap, lap dancing my ass off, and he just sits there, grinning like a hyena, nodding confidently to his surrounding jock-pack. When I felt I had him turned on enough, I leaned forward and whispered in his ear "Meet me in the back alley at 2:15am. Bring money." He was obviously a bit drunk, so I couldn't be sure if he'd understood or not, but when I got off my shift at 2:15, he was there already, leaning against the brick wall, smoking a cigarette. It looked a bit like a 'Jack-the-Ripper' scene, but I didn't care. This guy was just business to me, and business requires a bit of risk at times. I didn't wait for him to speak, just got to my knees, opened his fly, got his jock out of the way, and was faced by a nice big dick, about 10 inches long and about 3 inches wide, just how I like them, though I always prefer longer cocks than I get, but I couldn't complain. I went down on him like I meant it, taking about three inches of his cock into my mouth, licking and sucking on his cut head. He was obviously enjoying it, because I was getting a throat-full of precum, and he was trying to stifle his moans. I wasn't ready for him to cum just yet, so I pulled a condom out of my pocket, rolled it over his dick, lifted up my skirt and pulled down my panties, and leaned against the wall with my legs open. He got the message quickly enough, even though he was still a bit buzzed. He swaggered confidently up to me, his big dick waving as he walked. I loved the cocky look in his eye, and even though he was 'just business', he was actually making me kinda wet between the thighs. I took a good hold of his dick, and guided it into my pussy, where, once his head was inside, he rammed it in like a jackhammer, making me yelp as his thick shaft stretched my lips apart, grazing my clit as he went. He then started to fuck me, harder and harder, and he actually almost made me cum myself, before he yelled out, and I felt him unloading into the condom. I then asked him for money, he paid me $300, and I left to get a cab. Anyway, you know how the story goes, intended to have him just once, but kept getting calls, finally agreed, happened again and again, finally got a look at his bank statement, gave him the message that I wanted him to propose, and voila! Here I am. Happily married for a fifth time, to a guy who's 190lbs of pure muscle, with a yearly income of $5 million, and a cock that fits me! Plus, between you and me, I don't think he showers that often, and he's got that 'locker-room' smell about him, that really gets my pussy dripping. Now back to the present. We were in the large hotel suite, which must've cost a packet, but I didn't really care by that time, and I'm boiling hot in my wedding dress in this fucking Hawaii heat, and he's just standing there, grinning again, like the first night we met. "So," a said, removing my black jacket that I had worn of the flight, to deflect all the interested eyes to my white dress, and therefore avoid pointless questions and comments of congratulations "What do we do now?" "Well," he said, in that deep southern drawl of his that makes him sound so attractively primitive "If I remember the custom, we can't do the next part while we're clothed!" I smiled at his dry attempt at humour, and unhooked my dress straps, while he unbuttoned his dress shirt, revealing his hugely muscular chest and arms, with that gorgeous fantasy tattoo over the left pec and shoulder. Finally, I stood naked in front of him, with my long dark blonde hair draped over my breasts, hiding my nipples slightly. But I was surprised to see that he was still in his boxers, a large bulge developing, as he looked me up and down in with animal lust. "Well?" I asked, slightly impatiently "What are you waiting for?" "Who said I'm going to do anything?" he replied, grinning even wider. Then he took a deep breath and yelled, scaring me out of my skin. "Open floor, guys!!" I heard a loud scrambling behind me, and before I could turn around, I had been grabbed from behind by several pars of strong arms. I began to scream, but a large hand clapped over my mouth, shutting out my scream before it had had a chance to get started. I was forcefully carried over to the bed, laid down on my back, and my hands tied strongly to the bedposts with bandannas. I finally allowed myself a look at my attackers, and I nearly fainted. Every single member of Bobby's jock pack was standing around the four-poster bed, all wearing jockstraps, arms folded across their massive chests, and a guy with a videocamera moving around behind them, getting my reaction on tape as I looked back with disgust. Then I noticed Bobby appear at the end of the bed. He pushed through the line of studs, his own massive hard-on clear through his boxers, and began to crawl up to me over the sheets, still with that shit-eating grin on his face. I tried to kick him away with my bare feet, but he just signalled to two of his guys, and they held my legs down, while another two tied them up with two more bandannas. "I hoped you wouldn't do that," he said, matter-of-factly "I would've been better if you'd gone along with it!" "You BASTARD!" I yelled at him, and spit in his face, trying to break free desperately. It wasn't so much out of fear, but out of disgust that he'd gone behind my back, and tied me down! NOBODY tied me down! Ever! But Bobby just sat there, still smiling, while he wiped my spit off his cheek, looking monumentally pleased with himself. "Look, stop that." He said, still in that same tone of voice "We both know you're gonna enjoy this, maybe even more than we are!" And, not letting me say another word, he shoved two of his fingers far into my pussy. I was vaguely aware of the camera-guy pushing through to get a good shot of this, as my mind reeled. He'd proved to me before that he had more than enough sexual prowess to know exactly where my clit was, and just now he'd hit it first time. In no time, I was dripping wet, my pussy gripping his fingers, as he stroked me harder and harder, massaging my clit like he'd never done before. My body started jerking involuntarily, and I heard myself moan at the feelings. I could also hear those cocksuckers around the bed laughing among themselves at their leader's ability. A few of them were fondling their cups, and panting, like dogs. It took just a few minutes, but Bobby's fingers were eventually too much, and I came, screaming out my orgasm to the room, as I felt my body jerk around as though I was having a fit. Bobby pulled both his fingers out of me, beaming at the applause he was getting from his gang, and wiped them on the bed. I was just laying on my back, panting hard, my knees waving around, as though feeling an imaginary cock inside me, and trying to give it space to go further. But then, I felt two strong hands grip my knees and hold them still, about three feet apart. It wasn't Bobby, so I looked down. Kneeling between my legs was one of his jocks, a huge black thuggish fullback with a shaved head and a neck wider than his jaw, and he was fishing his dick out of his jock. It wasn't much bigger than Bobby's, maybe about a centimetre or two, but it's darker colour made it look much bigger. I felt myself grow wetter, as I watched him line himself up with my cunt. I tried to open my legs even wider, when he lunged forward, and penetrated me hard and deep. I wailed in pleasure as he began to pound me instantly, going faster and faster, and suddenly slowing down, only to go faster and harder again. I felt a tingling deep within me, and I let out a high-pitched squeal as I came again around his cock. He kept going though, and after two minutes, screwed up his face and I felt him shooting inside me, his thick cum hitting me in places I didn't know existed. I once again lay there panting, trying to regain my breath, when I felt another body between my legs. I once again made the effort to look down, and I saw a thickset Latin guy with dark features and gorgeous brown eyes smiling up at me. I looked down between my legs, and almost squealed in delight. It seemed that the guys were going from smallest upwards, and though this guy was almost the same size as the big black guy before, maybe even a little bit smaller in length, he was a lot thicker, about four inches wide at the most. I smiled back at him, as he pushed his way inside me, the camera guy still hovering around, zooming in on my pussy as the guy pushed further and further into me. He had hit my clit more than six times before he was fully in, and I could feel my already loose pussy lips stretching to take him. I had taken bigger guys before (I've been to Australia, take my word for it!), but it had been a while, a few years maybe, and I was a bit out of practice. But this guy didn't seem to get any trouble, because he started to slide it slowly in and out, as the guys around him started growling verbal encouragement. He pounded me for a good three minutes, before I heard him begin to groan louder and louder, until he finally pulled his cock out of my pussy and shot all over my face and stomach. I hadn't come while this guy had been fucking me, and my pussy was now sopping wet, and I was trying to get my legs open even wider, to accommodate possibly more cock. The next guy to position himself between my legs was kinda skinny, like a swimmer, and didn't exactly look like a football jock, but he was well defined with big pecs and a 6-pack, and his cock! I could see with delight as I looked down once more, that the size had gone up again. This guy was had the thinnest cock so far, about and inch and a half wide at most, but it was about 10.5" long, and dripping with pre-cum. He had a boyish face, with a cocky attitude I guessed, since he was grinning at me with great confidence, as he rammed his skinny cock inside my pussy. I came to the conclusion that this must have been the youngest of them all as well, since he came fastest, only pounding me for about 2 minutes before I felt him shudder and coat the inside of my pussy with his hot cream, and then almost fell off the bed in post orgasmic pleasure. This kid had also failed to get me off, and I was beginning to get irritated, moaning loudly for another cock. I was not disappointed. The next guy was short, but very muscular with big legs and a broad stacked chest with what looked like and 8-pack. His cock was almost completely out of proportion with his body, since it was about 11 inches in length, and almost 4 inches wide again, making it look even bigger on his stumpy frame. He caressed my legs and breasts as he climbed up towards me, making me shudder and coo with pleasure, his mere touch brining my release ever nearer. I couldn't wait fore this. I found I was right, since, when he was about halfway inside me, I suddenly felt myself cumming! He was so big that his cock was sliding against my clit the whole time! I screamed, my pussy undulating around him, as he held still for a moment while I got my breath back, slowly coming down from my rain of fiery joy. He started pushing back in, still grinding my clit with his big dick, and then started fucking me as soon as he was fully in, pounding harder and harder, stoking a fire in my body as he plowed me. He was good! Really good! I could tell he had lots of experience, and I came again, before he was even half finished! Finally, with a great bout of yelling (I wondered for a moment about the others in the hotel), he slammed himself into me as far and as hard as he could, and pumped me full of spunk again. He got off me immediately, to be replaced by a somewhat average dude, muscled, like the others, but didn't have a very big dick. I looked at my husband in surprise, but he just grinned some more, and clapped the new guy ion the back, as he knelt down on the bed between my legs. Then, to my surprise, he bent down, and began to lick my pussy! I could feel he had a big tongue, and when it started swabbing at my throbbing clit, I screamed again, and locked my thighs around his head to prevent him from getting away. He kept this up for about six minutes, focussing completely on my clit, until, at last, my body let go, and I screamed as I came for a fifth time. It suddenly dawned on me that my orgasm must be pushing the three loads of cum I had inside me into this guys mouth, but I could still feel him licking desperately, keeping me on an orgasmic high for a few moments longer than usual, almost causing me to faint, when I felt him pull back. I looked up at him, and saw his face covered with cum and my pussy juices, which he licked up from around his face greedily. He got applause as well, as he backed off into the crowd again, stroking himself slowly. I quickly realised that I probably wasn't going to get dicked by this guy, since he was probably queer, but oddly enough, none of the guys around him seemed to care, all still stroking their dicks through their jocks, some even playing with them completely naked. Then all thought was erased from my mind as I felt another cock go in me. My eyes rolled again, and I looked forward. A huge guy was on top of me, about 6'5" tall, probably about 250lbs of pure muscle, and he had a massive dick, all of 12 inches long, and 4 inches thick again. He thrust all the way inside me, almost miraculously getting me to cum again, but he stopped for a moment when he bottomed out inside me. I gripped his prick with my pussy, oohing and ahing as his length and girth. He flashed me a cocky smile, pulled out almost all the way, and then rammed it back home so hard I swore I felt it in my stomach. He did this again, and again, and again, and I must have come three times, before he let out an animalistic roar, and shot inside me. I felt my violated pussy filling up, as his load began to spurt out of me like a burst pipe. This guy must have had a massive set of balls on him, because he was shooting for about 20 seconds, before he pulled out of me, and took his place in the circle. The rest of my gangbang was much the same. None of the guy's dicks got any bigger than twelve inches, differing only in girth and the amount of spunk they pumped into my pussy. By the time the tenth guy had bred me and dumped his load in me, the bed was soaked. I was sure that there couldn't be any more, I was surprised enough that there were as many as ten around me. My pussy was slightly sore and dripping like a waterfall, but I ignored it, savouring the feeling of absolute exhaustion after being brought to orgasm so many times, until I felt the bed depress beneath me once more. "No!" I thought, too exhausted to form words "No more! There can't be!" But the jeering of the stupid jocks still around the bed proved me wrong. Fearing the worst, I opened my eyes. On the bed in front of me sat one of the biggest men I'd ever seen. He had to be several inches over seven feet tall, massive shoulders and muscles that looked as though he could tow the Titanic. At least 400 lbs, he sat in front of me, on his hands an knees, slowly pushing my cramped legs further apart, exposing my violated pussy. But if his height and weight had frightened me, it was nothing to what I was feeling after I caught a glimpse of his cock. My vocal chords found life again, and I shrieked, thrashing around, trying to get away from this horse hung Clydesdale, but the restraints on my ankles prevented this, and before I could even finish my first scream, Bobby was there, his big hand clamped over my mouth. My Honeymoon Ch. 00 I know it probably seems old fashioned, but Mark and I decided to wait until we were married before we had sex. We dated the whole time I was in high school, and my first year of college. He was three years ahead of me, so when he graduated, we got married. The plan was that he would go to work and I would be a housewife and a mother. I had never been so proud as I was on the day that I got married. I was never as sure of anything. The ceremony was beautiful, with our Pastor Richard giving a wonderful homily about the devotion of husband and wife being like the devotion of God to his children. As I listened, I knew I would always love, honor and obey my husband in all things. I knew we were meant for each other and that nothing would ever change that. I knew that we had done the right thing by waiting. The reception was everything I had wanted it to be, in the backyard of my parents house, with plenty of food, and dancing and everyone dressed up and having a good time. It seemed like the whole town came, and even a few people from out of town, Mark's uncle came down from Memphis, and even my friend John whose family had moved to Arkansas when we were twelve came. That night was the first time we were together, and we were both nervous. I pulled my nighty up to my waist and slid my panties down, and he lay on top of me, kissing me. I was so excited when I felt him pressing against me, I didn't have any idea what was happening to me, I just knew that I couldn't hold still, and I was dizzy, and this unbelievable heat was filling me up. I had felt that way before, but never that much, and everyone I had asked had told me that I should pray for the strength to wait until I was married and I could have sex without sinning. It had always worked, though I did seem to spend a lot of time praying. This time, though, I didn't have to wait. I didn't have to pray. I could do what my body wanted to. "Is this it?" he whispered. "Yessss," I moaned, as he pressed against me. I felt that part of me opening up for him, welcoming him into my body, and he slid in slowly, gasping and sweating as if he had been running. I felt a sting of pain as something ripped, and then there was a moment when I felt like I was in heaven. My arms and legs wrapped tight around my husband, and he pushed into me. Each time, it seemed like the light blazing in my belly was brighter, and I thought I might evaporate right there. Four times he pushed in, and four times I felt my body squeeze him, and then he jerked. I thought he was having a seizure, and I was starting to panic. If he collapsed on top of me, he was so big, I wasn't sure I'd be able to get out from under. After a minute, though, he rolled off of me, onto his back, panting for breath. "Are you alright?" I asked him. "Oh Amy," he said after a few minutes. "I've never felt anything like that in my life. That was amazing." It was, too. He fell asleep quickly, but I couldn't sleep. I could feel his seed inside me, and my whole body felt like it was burning with pleasure. I wanted to try again, but it had been a very long day, with the wedding and the reception, and his uncle Charlie getting drunk and proposing to all three of my bridesmaids, as if he weren't twice their age and divorced already. I knew I shouldn't wake him, so I went into the bathroom and took a shower. It was one of those showers that detached from the wall, and I thought it would be a good idea to clean up down there, since Mark's stuff was dripping down my legs. When I did, though, something happened that made my legs so weak I had to lay down right there in the tub. I tried again, and the pressure of the water hitting me there made me feel like I was exploding with happiness. I didn't know it at the time, but I had just cum. If we had just moved into our new house the next day, everything would have been fine, but instead, we had wanted to go on a real honeymoon trip. With a lot of help from both our families, we were able to go on vacation for two weeks. The next morning, we got up early, and loaded our luggage into the car for the drive down to New Orleans. My Honeymoon Ch. 01 The next morning we drove down to New Orleans. We checked into our hotel, a little romantic place just outside of the French Quarter. I thought that since it was our honeymoon, we might do it again right when we got there, but Mark was excited to do some sight seeing, so we went and took a romantic carriage ride and went to a museum and spent the whole day sightseeing. After dinner, we went to listen to some old jazz, and danced a little bit, though I didn't feel like we were really in step with eachother. At ten, we went back to the room. I turned on the TV while Mark was in the bathroom, and I saw there were adult movies available. I had never seen anything like them, because our church taught that pornography was sinful, but I thought that we were married adults now. I was curious, I admit, so I picked one at random, and started to watch it. The guy in it looked a little plastic, but he was built. It was only after he took his shirt off that I realized he had no hair on his body. The girl in it was pretty and tan and had incredible hair, but her boobs were fake and looked a little silly, especially when she took her top off so quickly. The way she was dressed was incredible. Her skirt barely covered her ass and her top was practically transparent. Then she knelt down and began to take off his pants. I had never really seen a man's thing before. Mark had been under the covers last night, but I was sure it wasn't as big as the guy in the movie's. His looked like a monster, and I thought for sure the girl would run away screaming, but instead, she started kissing it. I stared as she began to suck it, sliding her head back and forth and moaning. It sounded like she was having a great time. Just then, Mark came out of the bathroom. "Kelli, what are you doing?" he said, sounding like my father when he got angry. He grabbed the remote control out of my hand and switched the TV off. "What's wrong with you?" "I just wanted to see," I said. "I was just curious. It wasn't so bad, was it?" I didn't think it was bad at all. In fact, I was fascinated by it. The image of that massive thing sliding into her mouth wouldn't leave me, and as I climbed into bed with Mark, I wondered. I knew I wasn't as big as that girl in the movie, but I had a nice body and everyone always said I was pretty. Even Mark's drunk uncle had talked about how lucky Mark was to land a hot piece like me. I wasn't quite sure what he mean at the time, but maybe it was what I had seen. Between wanting Mark all day long and the few moments I had seen of that movie had me turned on more than I could bear. I slid my nighty up and kissed him. He was still angry about the movie, I could tell, but he let me kiss him, and a few minutes later his arm came around me. I felt him getting hard and rubbed against him. "Do you want me to kiss it like that girl?" I whispered. As soon as I said it, I knew it was a mistake. His whole body tensed, and he pulled away with a look on his face that absolutely terrified me. "I thought I knew who you were," he said. He wasn't shouting, but his voice was hard and cold. "I thought I was marrying a decent, Christian girl, but here you are, watching porn and talking about disgusting perversions. Are you trying to tempt me into sin, like some kind of whore? Never mention that again, and I will forget this ever happened." He pushed me onto my back then, and pushed his thing into me. As scared as I was of how harsh he had been, I couldn't help moaning as he shoved into me. In just a few moments it was over. I had been so excited for this, all day, and it was over so quickly. I lay beside him as he fell asleep and began to snore softly. I felt like I was on fire down there, and what we had just done only made it worse. Besides that, I was confused and worried. Why had he been so upset? Could it really be that bad? I knew I wouldn't be able to get to sleep, and showering didn't help, so I dried my hair and got dressed. I would take a walk and try to think things through. I went out through the lobby and started walking. I could hear the noise of people screaming and bright lights in one direction, but I didn't want to see a crowd, so I went the other way. The streets were dark and quiet, and the narrow little houses were hunched close together. I couldn't help thinking of what Mark had said. Was I really a whore? I had never wanted to be a whore, but when I saw just a few moments of that movie, it had stirred something up in me. Maybe that was what it meant to be a whore. Could you be something so awful without meaning to be? I had always wanted to be a good wife, but if I couldn't stop thinking of those things, those perversions, could I be? And I couldn't seem to shake the image of that giant thing, and the girl stretching her mouth open wide to suck on it. "Hey girl," a voice said. I looked around, frightened. The guidebook had said that crime was a problem in New Orleans, and suddenly I realized that I was lost, wandering around some neighborhood I knew nothing about. The man who had spoke was black, very dark, so at first I could just see the gold tooth glistening in the street light, but as he walked out of the shadows I got a better look. He was taller than Mark, and all muscles like a body builder. He had loose jeans on and a sleeveless undershirt, and he wore an old fashioned hat pulled down low so I couldn't see his eyes. He carried a strangely shaped black case of some sort, and he walked like a lion, afraid of nothing and proud. "What you doing down this part of town?" he asked. At least, I think that's what he said. His accent was so strong I could barely understand him. "I was just taking a walk," I said. My voice was so small and scared. He could rob me, or kill me, or rape me, and nobody was around to stop him. "You looking for something? You trying to get some kind of trouble?" "No! I was just trying to think." He frowned at me a moment. "You not from here," he said. "What you doing?" "No, I just came here for my honeymoon," I said. "Please, I don't want any trouble." "Pretty white girl gonna get trouble walking around here. Your honeymoon?" "Yes." He laughed. Deep down, from his belly, and tipped his hat back. His eyes were softer than I expected, with lines from smiling. "Where your husband at?" "He's at the hotel. He went to sleep." "And poor little pussy want some milk, right?" He grinned when he said it. "What does that mean?" I was pretty sure he was saying something naughty, but the whole thing was confusing. I was still scared, but he didn't act like a criminal, even if he looked like one. "You serious?" he looked at me, his laugh drying up. "You got no idea what's up?" "I don't know what you're talking about." He reached around me. His arms were so long, I had thought I was out of reach, but he pulled me closer to him, setting down his case. His hand was on my bottom, fingers squeezing it, and I knew it was wrong, but I was too afraid to tell him to stop. And I wanted to see what he would do next. "He ain't taking care of business, is what I'm talking about. He made love to you tonight?" I blushed, and stammered. "That's none of your business." "You can tell me, baby," he whispered. His hand reached under my bottom, and I could feel his fingers probing between my legs. "Just nod your head. He made love to you?" I nodded. "But he didn't ring your bell, did he?" I shook my head. I wasn't quite sure what he meant, but I knew there were no bells. "You can't stop thinking about it, can you?" I shook my head. I wondered if he was a voodoo man, since he seemed to know exactly what was on my mind. I knew that there was voodoo down here, there was even a museum about it, but Mark had said we shouldn't go in. He took my hand and put it on his leg. Except it wasn't his leg, it was something else. I thought about the man in the movie, and his monstrous thing. I stared up at the man. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. "You want that cock, don't you baby?" I nodded. Mark was right about me. The man led me down a dark walkway between two of the narrow houses. He opened a gate, and we were in the darkness. I could barely see him, but I felt his hands, pulling my sweater up over my breasts and squeezing them. He pinched the tips and I heard a soft gasp of pleasure. It had come from me. He pinched them again and it was better than anything I had ever felt. He opened my jeans and slid them down to my knees, then he slid his finger between my legs. When he put it in me, it felt bigger than Mark's cock had, and I heard myself moaning. Then he turned me around. He made me bend at the waist til my breasts were brushing against my knees, and I felt his cock pressing against me. I felt it pushing, and sliding in my slippery gash, and then it started to go in. It was so big that I started to scream. It was stretching me, so wide. His hand covered my mouth, and then with another push, it was in me. At least, the head was past the tight entrance of my pussy. I felt like I was exploding as he began to slide back and forth inside me, pushing a little deeper with each stroke. I couldn't stop howling with pain and pleasure, but his hand over my mouth kept it quiet. I don't know how long he was fucking me, but I knew what he meant by ringing my bell. It seemed like an explosion in me each time he pushed his cock in, and I was only standing because he was holding me up. When he came, I could feel his cock swell, and the flood of his cum filling me and spilling out to run down my thighs. My whole body shook with pleasure, and when he let me go, I fell down on the ground, sobbing with pleasure. After a minute, he helped my to my feet. He straightened my clothes out and put me in a car. We were at the hotel before I could even speak. "Thank you," I said. "Alright," he said. Then he handed me a card. "You call if you need some more, OK baby?" "OK." I went up to my room and fell into bed. Mark didn't budge, and soon I fell into a beautiful sleep. My Honeymoon "Shhhh!" He said, teasingly "We don't want anyone walking in on us, do we now? Munro doesn't normally get to fuck pussy, but lets be honest, what kind of sane woman would willing give up their pussy to a 18 inch cock?!" My eyes rolled in my head. I couldn't do anything! I was trapped, at this guy's mercy. He flashed me a burning smile, like the rest had, and worked his cock head in, which had to be about five inches across. I moaned, preparing for the searing pain that would signal my doom. But it never came. The guy popped his head inside, and let it rest there. I opened my eyes, and looked down at myself. It really was in! The bastard grinned even wider, and began forcing more of his python into me. It was just second before he impacted my clit, when he was only three inches in. I opened my mouth to scream again, in pleasure this time, but I couldn't. I couldn't make a sound. My mind had overloaded at the feeling of five million volt of orgasmic electricity coursing through my nervous system. Deeper and deeper this guy pushed me, and I took every inch. Five inches, seven inches, ten, twelve, fourteen; my pussy began to stretch, and I started to panic, but I was helpless; fifteen, sixteen... then finally, I felt him bottom out in me, buried to his nuts, the six inch thick root of his cock pushing my pussy lips impossibly far apart. I suddenly found that I didn't care how deep he was in me, how much it was killing me, if it was at all. All I cared about was that he stayed in me, massaging my clit with every single heartbeat, sending me to heaven and beyond. I wasn't to be disappointed. The fucker groaned, and began to ease himself out of me, and then slowly back in. Then he did it again, only faster. I began wailing like a banshee, unable to think, as I felt a second cock pushed into my mouth, and a third into my ass. I'd never done anal before, but I couldn't even feel it over the shafting this guy was giving me. He pounded me for over an hour, the cocks in my ass and mouth popping off their loads and being replaced from time to time, as the monster kept me in continual orgasm. It seemed to me like days before he finally roared out, making the glass in the window rattle, and started to unload. This caught my attention finally. He had shot twelve times already, but he wasn't stopping. None of his cum could escape my drum tight pussy, so the only place it could go was upward and inward! I felt my insides filling up, as though his spunk was replacing my blood, until finally, he collapsed on top of me, crushing me into the mattress with his awesome weight, as his cock began to shrink slowly, letting some of his cum out of me. Utterly satisfied and stretched to beyond my limit, I passed out and slept, with hardly a care in the world. Three months afterwards, about a month after I had finally split up with Bobby, after standing four weeks of being married to the bastard and getting a massive alimony check from his lawyer, I found out I was pregnant. Nine months later, I gave birth to a boy. I had been musing the whole pregnancy away wondering who the fuck the father was, but when I finally held the screaming little bundle in my arms, and saw his massive endowment, about five inches long, just newborn, I had no doubts whatsoever.