4 comments/ 30157 views/ 7 favorites The Honeymooners By: lolaenglish As the train pulled into Earls Court I counted the stops and calculated that we were far enough away from home and uni and everyone we knew to risk a kiss. Clearly Steve was thinking a similar thing, because as I moved in to kiss him he said, "I know I've said this already but... you really do look beautiful." I blushed. I kissed him softly and he kissed me back. We sprung apart guiltily but nobody in the carriage was taking any notice of us. This might have been a big day for us, our wedding day, but it was just an average Tuesday on the District Line to the commuters, nutters, students and post-Christmas tourists that surrounded us. He put his mouth near my ear and whispered, "I can't wait to see what's underneath that dress either." We were travelling east towards Tower Hill where we were then due to get off the tube and walk to an inconspicuous and unremarkable touristy hotel that Steve had booked us into for a one-night honeymoon. We were students, we had married in secret and we had no money, but I couldn't have been more excited or more happy if he had been taking me to Mauritius. Despite having no money, I had blown a foolish amount of student loan on what I was currently wearing. It was fortunate, or unfortunate, depending on your point of view, that January was the month that the loan came in. I had brought a 50s style halter-neck cream dress, which served as a wedding dress and wore bright red stilettos on my feet. What had really blown the budget was the underwear that the clothes were concealing. Underneath the dress I was wearing a cream halter-tie corset from a specialist corset maker in Spitlefields. It was cream with a lace overlay, and tying myself into it that morning I had admired how the boning and lacing pulled in my waist and pushed up my large, full breasts. The sweetheart neckline of the corset meant that the swell of my breasts rose above the neckline, creating a hint of cleavage which was classy but sexy. Around my waist I had fastened a lacy cream suspender belt and to the suspenders had attached the nude stockings that clad my long, pale legs. The lace tops of the stockings were especially sexy, framing my neatly trimmed pussy, which I hoped Steve would shave bald for me later. I had considered not wearing any knickers at all, but the thong I had brought was so pretty that I couldn't resist wearing it. It was a matching cream number, lace across the front and with a bow at the back, which nestled in the crack of my arse. Looking at my lace-covered mound in the mirror I had reflected on how plump and full it looked, almost straining at the fabric, seemingly wanting to escape and be caressed by Steve's invading fingers, even at that early hour of the day. My lily-white skin looked almost transparent against the cream of the underwear, and my red hair, teased into curls that cascaded over my shoulders, created a dramatic finish that it seemed a shame to spoil by putting a dress over the top. Combined with my bright, scarlet lipstick and matching heels, I looked ready to be fucked there and then. We got to Tower Hill and giggling, half ran, half walked through the tourists and school children, meandering towards The Tower of London. Clip clopping down the steps into the subway in my heels, I hung on to Steve's hand, my right hand in his newly married left. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, he dropped my hand and pushed my shoulders, firmly and quite harshly, against the wall of the underground walkway. Before I could speak he kissed me, hard and urgently, all of the desire he felt in his mouth. People continued to walk past us, no one taking any notice. "I love you, my wife." He growled in my ear, breaking off the kiss. And I took the back of his head in my hands and kissed him harder than before. "I love you, my husband." Walking up to The Tower of London Hotel, fifteen minutes later we both looked up at the high, Georgian town house that had been converted our slightly careworn looking home for the night. "Looks nice." I said. Steve nodded. "It wasn't cheap." He replied. I laughed, I knew it wasn't the Ritz. But walking inside I was pleasantly surprised. And when Steve booked us in as Mr. and Mrs. Phillips I squeezed his hand and was excited for the night ahead. The manager took us to the top of the house, where were shown to the attic room: a large, light bedroom with a king-sized bed covered in white sheets, which lead to a big bathroom with attic windows and a huge tub. The rooms were sparsely decorated, white and bright, but was clean and airy and warm on that cold January day. There were fresh flowers on the chest of drawers next to the bed and a bottle of actual champagne. I was very impressed. No sooner had the manager closed the door and dropped our two small bags down before he left, and Steve and I were on the bed, snogging like teenagers, my hair cascading behind me as Steve pinned me down, his hand snaking up my thigh. "I can't believe," he breathed hotly, "that I have such a beautiful wife." He continued kissing me and his hand found my pussy amidst the lace. We hadn't managed to have sex in two weeks now, being in the house with Louise and the rest of the housemates, and he was keen. "Oooh," he said, "it's got it's winter coat on." He giggled and I reciprocated. "I want you to shave it for me." I replied, breathlessly. He groaned deeply, his erection rubbing at my hip. "You have no idea how much that turns me on." He said. We resumed our kissing. "Take your dress off." I pulled the dress off and laid on my back. He inspected my underwear and kissed a trail of hot kisses along the swell of my breasts. "You look amazing." I smiled. His fingers pulled aside my thong and probed inside me. I moaned. He fumbled with the trousers of his suit and released his already very hard penis. "If I put this anywhere near you I will cum in two minutes." He said. I guided his hand back to my dripping cunt and mashed myself against his thick fingers for a moment. I didn't care how long it lasted, I just needed to feel my husband inside me. Taking control of the situation, I sat up and manoeuvred so he was on his back. I straddled his hips, my thong and shoes still on, his trousers just pulled down his thighs. I pulled the fabric of my underwear aside and kissed his face, which was now a mess of my red lipstick. I eased him gently inside of me and we both moaned with pleasure as my warm, wet insides yielded to his hot hardness. I smiled, a huge grin. "We've got to make it legal." Steve closed his eyes and grinned back, not answering, just groaning as I began to move my hips back and forth. Helpless on his back he reached out for my swaddled hips and breasts and then held my shoulders in place, forcing my further down on to him. "You beautiful little nympho." He moaned. I reached forward to kiss him, and he felt behind me, groping my bum, a cheek in each hand, pulling me apart. Before I knew it, he was tickling my arsehole with his index finger and I cried out as he pushed it inside, creating pressure in my arse and my pussy that he knew would make me cum. I rode him harder and faster as he did this, sparks in my clit and convulsions in my cunt that meant a crimson flush appeared on my chest and breasts and an orgasm hit me right between the eyes. My pussy began to pulse as I came and I felt his balls beneath me swell and his cockhead grow. He pulled at the corset and freed my tits, squeezing them hard in his hands as his orgasm began. His face screwed up and his filled me with our first matrimonial cum. We broke away, breathless and coming down from the ecstasy of our fuck. Struggling to breathe, he gripped my wedding-ringed hand and said, "it's official now." I laughed. An hour later, merry on real champagne, and hot from the bath, I laid on the soft bathroom floor, on a fluffy towel, with two pillows underneath my head and a towel underneath my hips. My breasts and hips were free from the corset and Steve sat, naked beside me, one nipple in his mouth and the other being squeezed in between his thumb and forefinger. He was preparing to shave my scrubbed clean little snatch, but had become distracted from the task in hand. Releasing my nipple from his mouth we went through how to do it again. "So I put the aloe vera gel on?" he asked. I nodded. "And then shave her?" I nodded. "It's not rocket science." I said. "It's not even BA English and Music." He laughed. "You have no proof I'm not going to graduate BA English and Music with a third." I smiled. I had always been the more studious of the two of us, but nevertheless, he was much brighter than he made out. He picked up the aloe vera gel from where he had lined it up with the shaving foam and the razor. He squeezed some out and covered the soft, downy hair with it. "So what do I do while it's working it's magic?" he asked. I stretched my toes and sighed a relaxed sigh. "Just wait." I said. He took my hand in his and guided it to his cock. It was hard again. I laughed. "Why on earth are you hard again?" I asked. Since fucking an hour ago, he had already spunked again all over my face as I sat at waist level in the bath. "It's what you do to me." He sighed. He moved away and got between my legs, which were spread wide for shaving. "I love that I have a legal obligation to fuck this pretty little pussy, now." He said, gazing at it. My eyes were closed but I laughed regardless. "Conjugal rights." I said. He placed his index finger on my clit and sparks shot up my pelvis. "You can shave it now." I said. He removed his finger and foamed up my mound, delicious sensations filling me as he evenly spread the foam. He picked up the razor and began his task. Slowly and laboriously he rinsed the blade every two or three strokes and as he moved from place to place I felt the cool air on my genitals for the first time in weeks and waves of sexual longing passed through my limbs. When he had done he helped me get up and stood me back in the bath, taking the shower head and gently rinsed the foam, revealing a bald, sensitive flesh. I moaned. "Open your legs." He ordered. I moved my feet, standing now with legs further apart. He twisted the head on the shower and aimed the jet of water at my clit. I moaned. He moved the head in a circular action and my clit grew harder and bigger as I became more aroused. Suddenly he turned off the shower and pulled me down onto the edge of the bath, my back against the wall. My knees still far apart, he positioned himself in a sitting position and using his mouth and tongue and chin began sucking and licking and rubbing my sex. I held the back of his head and cried out with pleasure. I looked down and saw his throbbing erection above the waterline and felt his skilled tongue manipulating my pussy. Cumming in one sudden, huge groan, I gushed juice from my bare, beautiful honey pot into my husbands greedy, hungry mouth. After that I wasted no time in pulling him from the bath and laying him on his back, on the bathroom floor. Facing away from him, I frenziedly lowered myself onto his cock, my back to him as I look him all the way down my already slick and ready hole. He gripped my hips as I took control of the situation. Bare, bald pussy made contact with his hard, cum-filled balls and my erect clitoris rubbed against them as I began to bounce. The mirrored wall in front of us showed our hot, horny bodies in their glory and I marvelled at my own, huge tits as they moved sexily before me. Steve was clearly enjoying the view too, as behind me I could see that his eyes were glued to the mirror. I leaned forward to increase the stimulation of my clit on his ballsack and as I did so, he lathed two fingers in his mouth and slid them into my arse. I screamed out and mercilessly he sawed the fingers in and out of my empty hole as I rode him and rode him. "You like that you little whore?" He asked and I groaned in agreement. "I'm going to fuck that arse when you've made your slutty little cunt cum around my cock." I growled dirtily at the filthy talk, which Steve knew helped me cum. I leaned ever further forward until the top half of my body was virtually horizontal. My vaginal muscles sucked at his penis and he continued fucking my arse with his fingers as I continued to grind my clit on his big, bulging testes. "I want your fucking spunk in my arsehole." I growled in a voice that was thick with desire. "I want you to fucking destroy my dirty little anus like you're destroying my cunt." All the while my sensitive nub was making contact with his balls and it felt out of this world. "Cum round my dick, slut," he bellowed. "cum round it so I can shove you against that wall and spray my jizz in your arse." As if on cue I began to orgasm, screaming in ecstacy as my vagina and my clitoris came together. Juice gushed over Steve's balls and pulled my hips down on him. I came for minutes, crying and screaming and moaning as the biggest orgasm of the day so far ripped through my limbs and brain and I gripped my own tits as I did so, Steve leering behind me in the mirror. As soon as I stopped cumming he roughly pushed me off of him and stood, pulling me up as he did so. He pushed me against the mirrored wall and my breasts mashed against the cold glass. He smacked my arse and bit my neck, his desire now intense and unstoppable. He picked up the aloe vera gel and squirted some onto the purple, urgent head of his hard and quite remarkably huge penis. I had never seen it so big. In normal circumstances I would have dropped to my knees and taken that large, firm tool between my lips, but I knew where he wanted it and knew he wanted it now. He wanked the gel up and down his rod and pulled my bottom forwards, gripping at my hips. He lined the head up with my ring and in one, motion pushed his whole length into me. There was pain, but it was sharp and brief and was gone by the time his balls hit my cheeks. "My arse." He grunted, fucking his cock in and out of the already destroyed hole. "I was the first man in your slutty little arse." He loved this fact and loved saying it as he fucked it. "You're the only man who's ever made me cum in my arse." I gasped. This spurred him on and his pace increased. One hand steadied himself against the wall and the other reached underneath us and found my cunt. He rammed three fingers deep into me and I screamed. "I'm the only fucking man who knows how to do you how you want." He groaned, in rhythm with his thrusts. In and out his cock sawed my arse and in and out his fingers manipulated my pussy, just as they had the first time we met. Taking his hand from the wall he grabbed a clump of my red, curly hair and pulled my head towards him. "Tell me about the dirtiest thing you ever did." He demanded, his fingers in my cunt now pushing me further and further towards another fabulous cum. "In the park." I breathed. "With you and Ben and Diane and the stranger." He groaned at the memory. "Ben's huge cock in my cunt and the stranger in my arse as you tit fucked Diane." He reached out for one of my own breasts. "Fabulous fucking tits but not as good as yours." I moaned. "I was so jealous of that guy with his cock buried in your beautiful arse," he carried on, "Every second I was between Di's big, fucking whore tits I couldn't take my eyes off you, lost in your own world, those dicks in your holes." He drove his penis further into me and his fingers moved from inside my dripping pussy to my clit. It had never been so hard or so ready to explode. "What else have you done?" He murmured. He knew all of these stories, but he obviously wanted to hear about them again now. "In my bedroom with my brother and his friend," I gasped. His hand quickened on my clit, "I needed cock so bad I didn't care that it was my own baby brother in my cunt." I knew he loved it when I used the word 'cunt'. He moaned as I said it. "And his friend lost his load all over my face as my baby brother filled me with jizz." With that I came and screamed as I did so, the glorious sensations of cock in my arsehole and fingers on my clit combining with the horny memories of my years of sexual abandon. I screamed and I screamed and my arse convulsed as the rest of my body convulsed. Steve pulled his cock out abruptly and pushed me onto the floor. He scrambled to straddle by chest and forced his cock into my mouth before I could agree or object. I groaned around it and tasted my own bum on his pole. "You," he gasped, breathlessly fucking my mouth, "are a grade A whore and I cannot wait to fuck every one of your whore-holes every day for the rest of my life." He hit the back of my throat with the bulbous head of his prick. "From the first time I was in you, bent over the kitchen table in halls," he went on, "you were the finest little hoe I'd ever had the privilege to fuck." I moaned at his dirty words. He pulled his cock from my mouth and instantly began to cum, shooting ribbons of white, delicious spunk onto my face. "Fucking take this on your face, my slutty little wife." Less than five hours into our marriage, it was clear that Steve and I were on course for plenty more adventures, both in the bedroom and outside of it. The Honeymooners A Collaboration between Rori and Cespenar. * Amity and her husband had just arrived in Europe for their honeymoon. They were going to a small Greek island that some friends had told him of. He wondered how they knew of this destination and they had told him that an old woman had approached them after they had been out one night and John had taken Amity home. The old woman had said it was a magical and romantic place. The only thing they thought was strange was that the old woman had insisted that they convince John to accept the offer. 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 and another young woman jumped up and down with glee at the sight of the castle. The other woman was Melanie whom Amity had befriended on the plane over. John was more than pleased that his gorgeous new wife found it to her liking. He also took in the vision of Melanie jumping up and down as well. Being a man, he was well aware of Melanie's bra-less breasts jiggling rather firmly. He glanced at his wife's chest and smiled. She was just as firm and pointy as Melanie. He couldn't be jealous. Not this early in marriage. After all, Amity had a delightful body. She was hot, sexy and fit. Amity smiled at Melanie. "It's so romantic, isn't it?" "Yes. I can hardly wait. I hope it looks medieval inside as well." "I thought you and Peter had been intimate. You are thinking like a virgin." Melanie threw back her head and laughed a little throatily. "What?" "Well, I can pretend that Peter is a knight who has stolen me away from home and is going to ravish me forever and ever." It was Amity's turn to get a sexy tone in her voice. "You are turning me on now. I think John and Peter are going to be very happy tonight." Peter came over to John, and as the ferry docked, said "I'm so happy the girls are so friendly. They are getting on so well together." There were four other couples on the ferry as well as John, Amity, Peter and Melanie. They strolled down the gangplank as they were met by three old women of indeterminate age. The women greeted each couple quite affectionately, smiling and holding the hands of each young woman before greeting the next couple. The couples were led through a large stone entrance that opened into a huge room with bench seats around the walls. The stone room was rather dark and the lighting was supplied with candles. Amity and Melanie were delighted that the castle looked medieval inside as well as outside. They sat together while the three old women each took a couple, one at a time, up a stone staircase to settle them into their rooms. John and Amity were shown into a room about four doors down from Peter and Melanie. 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. The room looked so romantic, she thought. Later, the six couples were seated around a long trestle table. The old women had seated all the young women on one side and their husbands on the other. Along the centre were four candles. As Amity sat next to Melanie she leaned close and whispered. "I hadn't really noticed before, but all the brides are very beautiful." Melanie leaned forward and glanced both ways at the other four women and replied "You are so right. What a coincidence." The flickering candlelight made them seem even more beautiful. The women served up a dinner, reminiscent of a medieval feast followed by a fruit platter. Amity smiled at the guys getting into the main meal. Turning to Melanie she whispered "The guys seem to think they'll need plenty of energy for the night ahead." Melanie laughed, saying "I hope none of the girls have jet lag. If they do there will be some disappointed guys in the morning." The old women cleared the table at the end of the meal and wished the couples a good night. They were standing there, smiling at the guests and it seemed that it was a signal for the couples to retire for the night. Amity was the last to reach the top of the stairs and she glanced back at the women. One was putting out the candles, darkening the room while the other two were staring after the departing guests. Amity thought there was a trick of the light for a moment, feeling a strange thrall overcome her. She shook her head as John took her hand, asking "What's wrong, darling?" "Nothing" she answered, but for a moment she thought the eyes of the two women staring up at her had glowed red. She blinked a few times and let him lead her to their room. As they entered the bedroom, they turned to each other and kissed passionately. This went on for a while as John caressed Amity's breasts through her shirt. She was getting rather breathless so John pushed her back and looked into her eyes. He asked "Do you want to bathe?" Amity smiled, took a large towel out of her bag and undressed, pretending to ignore her husband's gaze. She wrapped the towel around her body and walked down the stairs to where the room with the spa was. It was a dark passageway to the spa room and she felt some goose bumps as she glanced around. As she stepped through the archway she saw that two large candles lit the scene. There were three couples already in the spa and they were playing and splashing around. Amity could tell they were all naked, so she dropped her towel and stepped into the water. She smiled as the other couples were checking her out. She felt quite sexy, knowing that the others were looking at her firm breasts and shaved pussy. Her nipples swelled in response as she slipped slowly beneath the water. John came down then, and after a quick cuddle Amity felt him rise to the occasion. She clasped her fingers around his stiffening cock and gave it a slow rub, making it even stiffer. "I think I'll go upstairs and get ready darling" she said. John's grin got wider. She climbed out of the spa and bent slowly over to pick up her towel. She heard a couple of whistles followed by complaints from the other brides. She threw the towel over her shoulder and headed down the corridor towards the stairs. As Amity negotiated the stairs she heard a soft scream. She stepped off the top step and looked down one of the side passages. She frowned as she noticed one of the guys standing stiffly outside a closed door. It looked like Charles, Carol's husband. Looking the other way she saw Peter standing outside the door of his and Melanie's room. Amity called out softly "Goodnight Peter." There was no response and he just stood there as if he was in a trance. Amity shrugged and went to her room. The door was ajar so she left it open. She opened her bag and took out a transparent white silk chemise that she'd secretly packed to surprise John. She was beautiful and didn't really need any dressing up, but wanted to look extra hot for her husband. She slid it on, over her beautiful nakedness. Glancing down at herself she saw how her pink nipples pressed visibly against the material and her mound 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 knew her husband was feeling sexy also. He seemed to be taking a long time in the spa. 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. The door closed with a solid clunk, and Amity felt a soft breeze suddenly blow on her thighs. The breeze lifted the hem of her chemise and blew it up over her waist. She raised her head and looked down at her mound. She shivered in response to the breeze and the lips of her pussy were starting to glisten a little. She slightly parted her thighs a she waited for John and she pushed the hem of her chemise down to cover her mound. Almost immediately the breeze lifted her chemise away from her mound again before stopping. She felt the breeze cooling her moist lips and she gave a shudder of delight. She brushed the hem down a third time and immediately the breeze started again. It blew stronger this time, lifting the hem and exposing her pussy again as she gave another shudder of delight. The breeze seemed to play around her mound, almost pleasuring her as her pussy moistened considerably. Amity thrust her pelvis, making her pussy lips open and pout. The cooling breeze seemed to make the pleasure even more intense and at the same time the gauzy material of her chemise rippled playfully over her nipples, making them swell and jut stiffly up. She moaned as her arousal became more intense. She tried to call out to John, but she couldn't make a sound as it was getting harder to think because of the tingling between her thighs. She moaned again, thrusting her hips up hard, making her pussy pout as she became more aroused. Amity felt a growing heat deep within her cunt and wanted to be fucked. She wondered where her husband was, but was surprised that she was not nervous about this turn of events. Meanwhile, John had already come out of the spa and was ambling along a strange corridor. He had a buzzing in his head as well as a headache. He slowly made his way to a door, but couldn't open it. That was the last thing he remembered that night. As Amity realized she couldn't move her mind battled between fear and hot arousal. She saw a movement at the window but couldn't turn her head. She could only turn her eyes. She gave a gasp as a dark shape coalesced into a man. That isn't John, she thought. The man moved closer to the foot of the bed she followed him with her eyes. She gasped again as she realized he was naked and hugely aroused. Then as he stood at the foot of the bed, his huge cock jutting up in front of his belly, she tried to cry out but could only give a soft scream. He was not a man but some sort of demon. This can't be, she thought. This is a nightmare. But as the demon's reddish eyes gazed at her aroused nakedness, she felt her thighs spreading open for him to gaze at her slippery pussy. Amity realized she was not in control of her body. Her arousal became more intense and she parted her legs. She felt a hot yearning to have her cunt filled. The demon reached out and touched the top of her thigh, rubbing its hand up till its fingers 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 apart. She felt as if she was inviting this demon to ravish her, to fuck her. The demon rose over her as its red eyes bore into hers, charming her into complete submission. As the demon removed her chemise, leaving her completely naked, Amity glanced down at the lower half of the demon's body and saw how hugely it was aroused. The huge erection jutted out, ready to ravish her. Its tip was a thick purplish glans that the sight of made her pelvis tingle. As the demon pressed the thick glans against her moist love-lips, Amity felt a throb of pleasure as her pussy lips spread apart for the demon's use. The demon pressed slowly into her, stretching her cunt as he took her. His body pressed tightly between her thighs as he worked the thick length of his huge erection deeper and deeper into her cunt. Amity writhed her hips, working him into her slippery flesh. And as she felt her cunt stretching deliciously to accommodate his thick maleness, she noticed his skin was soft and smooth. Slowly he penetrated her cunt 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 demon had started to fuck her faster, and his penis seemed to be even stiffer and longer for a moment, and then he came, gushing his seed hotly into her as she raised her legs up to hold him in her. His cum was tingling deep within her as he withdrew and started to lick her body with his extremely 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 from her thrilled flesh. Then he licked deeper between the lips, eventually driving his tongue into her. Amity wanted to cry out as the powerful tongue writhed within her, thrusting now and again against her G spot. 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 demon's huge cock. The demon 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 cunt. As his cock thrust into her, her hips arched up to take him into her cunt. His weight crushed her into the sheets as he vigorously fucked her, pleasuring his maleness deep within her cunt. 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 demon's penis finally grow soft after his last gush of tingling semen. He withdrew and licked her breasts and nipples before sliding his tongue to her pussy. He licked her again and again before quickly exiting through the big stone window. Amity was able to sit up then and was surprised as the door swing open. She stood up and went out to the hallway but found no sign of her husband. Looking at a watch, she saw that it was nearly two AM. She smiled and headed for the spa to clean herself of the demon's lust. 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. It was fantastic and it seemed to go on all night." Melanie giggled and sighed languidly as they rinsed the last traces of lust from between their thighs. Quietly, Amity confided to Melanie that her lover was a demon. She waited for Melanie's shocked reply, but when Melanie smiled at her and said that her lover was a vampire she knew that the two of them could confide in each other more fully. She also noticed two red spots on Melanie's neck. The girls climbed out of the spa after 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 three old women who had met them the previous morning and got them settled in, saw them sitting together and came over to ask "Did you two sleep well last night?" The women smiled a knowing smile, and not being able to completely hide the red glow of their eyes, they chuckled at the Amity's reply. "Being a woman can be a wonderful thing. But will the boys remember anything?" "No dear. They won't be at all perturbed by our secret castle. But we would like you to recommend us to any beautiful brides you can. Will you do that for us?" Amity was only slightly surprised when Melanie answered. "Of course we will. And may we come back as well?" "Of course dear. We'd love to have you here." "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. The women looked at each other and smiled. Turning back to the girls, one of them said "We will talk to you later, after dinner?" 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. Amity and her husband had been in the Island Castle Honeymoon destination for two nights now. Amity was lounging in the sun down by the water's edge while John read a book in the shade of a tall oak tree. Amity stood up and called out. "John. Come down for a swim." Her husband waved at her and shook his head and frowned to herself. She wanted John to come down and play with her. She was feeling sexy and her nipples stood out, stiff and taut against the thin cotton of her bikini top. Melanie and Peter showed up then and as Peter dragged a chair over to John, Melanie came running down to Amity. "Hello Melanie" she said. "John won't come down to play in the water." "I'll play with you Amity" giggled Melanie. She took off her bikini top and turned to the guys. She shook her breasts for them to see before turning to Amity and kissing her on the lips. She caressed her nipples and then led her into deeper water. Peter looked at John and said "We better get down there and see our girls behave." "Or misbehave" laughed John. Later, that evening Carol cornered Amity and asked her about the distant screams she had heard the night before. When Amity and Melanie blushed, Carol chuckled and said "It happened to me, to." Amity leaned close so Carol's husband, Charles couldn't hear and said "The women want to talk to us after dinner. You had better accompany Melanie and me." Charles meandered over to John and Peter, so Amity felt the freedom to talk to Carol about the magic encounters of the night. "Last night Melanie and I were visited by a demon and a vampire. I can hardly believe they exist, but it is all true." Carol was thoughtful as she admitted that some sort of werewolf visited her during the night. She added that Charles seemed to be unaware that anything was amiss. The three girls nodded thoughtfully and all agreed that their husbands seemed to think it was them who had been with their wives for the night. The three hostesses called the honeymooners to dinner. Amity, Melanie and Carol sat together so they could talk to their hostesses after the meal. Later, when all the other couples left the meal room, John, Peter and Charles wandered out the front door without a word to their brides. The three hostesses came over to the three girls and Amity asked "Where are they off to?" "Don't worry about your husbands, dear. We sent them for a beach stroll and a chat. They won't bother us till we have our talk." The three old women sat opposite the girls and smiled at them. Then their eyes started to glow red. The three girls looked at each other, and then smiled at their hostesses. "This is definitely an enchanted castle" chuckled Carol. "The whole island is enchanted, dear" replied one of the women. "We have been here for several hundred years. Long ago we were able to defend our island with fire and steel." "But those days are long gone" added another. The third woman spoke then, saying that they had to change with the times. "These disguises fool the whole world and we are always left in peace." The first one took up the story then, saying that the three of them were able to change appearance as they liked. They could latch onto the veiled fantasies of young women and act them out. Here in the privacy of the castle. Amity, Carol and Melanie all blushed as they realized that the erotic activities of the night before had been their own long held fantasies. The middle woman said "I know you have other fantasies tucked away in the backs of your minds, but the ones we acted on last night were your most thought about fantasies." The Honeymooners She looked at Carol and said "We knew you fantasized about being raped by a werewolf. I hope I wasn't to rough for you dear?" Carol blushed deeply and realized everybody else was waiting for her reply. "No" she said shyly. "It was rather wonderful." "You also seem to want a band of imps to ravish you as well." This made Amity and Melanie giggle. One of the women said "Melanie. You always wanted to be raped by a vampire. I gave you a little nip on the neck as you were orgasming. I hope I didn't hurt you?" Melanie put her hand on her neck as she blushed and replied "No. It was wonderful. It could have been a bit rougher, but it was nice anyway." The old woman laughed and said "I know the three of you want to come back here again, so I'll save the thorough ravaging for your next visit Melanie." "Amity" the third old woman said. "We had to decide on the demon for you. You wanted to be ravaged by a werewolf, and a demon, and a dragon and a huge snake." Amity was blushing as her secrets were revealed and one of the women said "You want a whole menagerie of demons to thoroughly ravage your beauty, so we just settled on a plain old demon." Amity smiled and said "Maybe when we come back ..." "Oh yes" interrupted the old women. "We will see that you have all those creatures using you for pleasure." "All this talk is making me as horny as hell" said Melanie. "Will we be visited tonight?" "Of course you will" said one of the women. "We are just as eager for the creatures to spend their lust in you three gorgeous young women as you are to receive it." Carol frowned and said "I get the impression that you are not the creatures in a different form when you speak like that?" The three women looked quickly at each other before one of them sighed and said "Okay Carol dear. We might as well tell you the truth. We can change, but not always enough. There are a lot of demons and other creatures here. We have to keep them happy to." "How many" asked Amity? The women smiled and said "We know that a lot of sexy young women wish for several males to ravish them at the same time. We intend to fulfill their dreams." "You will really arrange that for us" asked Carol. "I think you three gorgeous girls had better hit the hay. There are three horny people want to fuck you. And you don't have to worry about your husbands. They will spend a quiet night on the beach." The three young women went off to their rooms, forgetting about their husbands. They were more interested in what their hostesses could dream up for them in the form of several males. If they were to mention it to each other, all three of them would have said they were already wet. Amity, Melanie and Carol went to their respective rooms and stripped, little knowing that they were being watched with rising lust from the shadows. Melanie sat on the bed and immediately a vampire appeared beside the bed. Melanie's beautiful breasts rose and fell in excitement as she saw the huge cock that this night creature was readying for her. It rose slowly up till it was jutting fully up, ready to fuck her. The vampire glided slowly to the side of the bed as she lay back upon the pillows. Her arms lay to the side and her legs fell open in surrender. The vampire floated onto the bed and lay between her spread legs. As his sharp teeth pricked her neck his hardness pressed against the soft lips of her pussy. He growled softly and thrust violently into Melanie's slick cunt. Melanie cried out softly as she felt the length of it hit her cervix. And then she moaned as he drew back, almost completely out of her. She thrust her hips up and opened her legs wider, trying to draw that pleasuring cock back into herself. The vampire thrust mightily again ramming his hard length deep into her slick, offered cunt. This time, he didn't pull out so far, but he started pistoning in and out of Melanie. Melanie gasped in time to his thrusts as her orgasm built up. She tried to hold back, but only managed five minutes of intense fucking before she gave a light scream and orgasmed ecstatically. The vampire's seed pumped powerfully into her, thrilling her even further. This was the first of many orgasms that the vampire was able to wrench from her beautiful body. As Carol finished stripping, she turned around looking for her night visitor. She gasped as she saw a huge demon dog standing between the door and herself. She looked at the door, wondering for just a moment how it had gotten into the room. Then she almost smiled. It was a demon, right? It could do anything. Then she did smile. "You are going to do me, aren't you" she said softly. The demon dog stepped forward and opened its mouth. It had a long, red, pointy tongue. Carol felt a jolt in her pussy as she realized what that long pointy tongue could do to her. The demon dog kept moving towards her, driving her back onto the bed. Carol fell across the bed and the demon dog nuzzled her pussy lips for a moment before pressing his tongue between them to get at the nectar of her readiness. She opened her legs, allowing the demon dog to press himself against her pussy as his tongue found her entrance. She gasped at the feel of the roughness of the tongue that was buried a good couple of inches in her cunt. Carol raised her head as the demon dog withdrew and placed his front legs up on the bed either side of her ribs. She gasped at the sight of the thick red cock that jutted from the demon dog's sheathe. Their eyes met then and Carol realized the bed wasn't the right place to present herself to the creature. The bed was way too high. There was a lounge in the room as well, so Carol rolled over and moved to the lounge lying back on it with one leg raised and the other draped onto the floor. Her pussy was thrust slightly up and her aroused lips were slightly parted, offering her cunt to the demon dog. The demon dog moved quickly over her, licking at her up thrust nipples as the tip of his thick red cock found her opening and started to slide into its slickness. Carol's mouth opened in ecstasy as the creature slowly pushed his thick hard cock deeply into her and started a slow fucking that drove her to orgasm after orgasm. Meanwhile Amity was staring at a huge snake like creature. It seemed rather muscular for a snake, and its tail was not as long or thin like a real snake. She wondered at the creature for a moment before it rushed at her and wound around her body. It lifted her into the air and laid her on the bed even as she felt the silky skin over its muscles pressing firmly between her thighs. As Amities upper body was draped onto the bed the snake licked at her breasts and nipples making them jut up and tingle. She felt a strange rhythm against her pussy as the snake caressed her sex with its musculature. Amity moaned as the pleasure built slowly, and then she gasped as a violent thrust suddenly drove a long hard and thick cock into her cunt. It was strange as the cock jerked in and out of her without the snake having to thrust its body against her. The strange fucking quickly brought Amity to the first of many orgasms of the night. In the morning the three beautiful young women met in the spa. They all had copious amounts of semen smeared on their thighs and were thankful that the other three girls had not yet woken up. They smiled dreamily at each other as they washed the evidence of a night of lust from their naked bodies. Amity looked dreamily at her two new friends and said we had better go and make some arrangements with the ladies to come here again. An hour later Amity Carol and Melanie had been organized for a visit in six months time. The three old ladies had said maybe a year but Carol had insisted that she could not wait that long to come back. Their three husbands wandered in then, yawning and asking for breakfast. They stopped when the saw their beautiful wives staring strangely at them. "What" asked Charles? "We slept on the beach. We thought you three should get some sleep." The three young women burst out laughing, and had to inform their husbands that it was a girl thing and don't ask. That afternoon the six couples had to be on the ferry for the start of their return trip to the States. They had swapped addresses and telephone numbers and promised to catch up at a later date. Amity suggested they meet in six months time at her house. The guys could go on a fishing trip and the girls could go where ever they wanted. The guys like the idea of a fishing trip, so they agreed with Amity that she had a great idea. As the three young women smiled knowingly at each other their husbands had no idea just what their wives were going to be really doing. The Honeymooners A stereotypical black on blonde gang-bang. I hope you enjoy the story. I might be in for some flak for this from the usual suspects, but ... Feedback via public comments below, PM on Lit, or email is fine. If you want a response, email is best. Please forgive any errors that are likely here. GA - Antigua, Guatemala. 10th May 2012. * They were in the wrong part of town at night. In a wood and tarpaper shack, a dingy confined space of a place well away from the bright lights, the security of the tourist strip, the hawkers and touts, bars, and a policeman. A low beat of perpetual reggae throbbed dimly through the fragrant miasma that clung to the low ceiling. The only lighting came from a triple series of ancient disco lights which suffused the smoky haze with alternate blushes of colour. Red Stripe and rum bottles littered the scarred and stained plank that served as a bar counter, while a scarred and stained man wearing a ratty sleeveless vest served up replacement beverages from a fridge that seen neither cloth nor disinfectant for a decade or more. The girl sat on a plastic chair, knees together, head bowed, hands folded in her lap as though at prayer. A sweating bottle of Red Stripe sat in a saucer-sized pool of water, almost untouched in front of her. Dutch blonde and pretty she kept her blue eyes focussed on the bottle's peeling label while her husband of two days surveyed the bar with an outward show of calm confidence he didn't feel. The girl's eyes flicked sideways, which had been her only physical movement for a full three minutes. Out of the corner of her mouth she muttered: 'I didn't expect this. When he said a bar, I thought he meant one on the strip. Not this ...' Her head jerked, the meaning clear: Where are we? How are we going to get out of here? ... Alive. Everything about her, her posture, her gaze locked on the bottle on the plastic picnic table, immobility -- if she just stayed still, didn't move, ignored everything around her then it would all just go away -- screamed fear. She added: 'It all seemed like a good idea at the pool. Now look at us.' Anxiety squeezed the man's chest. What was she complaining about? It was her idea. The guy had approached them as they lay next to the pool, secure inside the hotel complex. Gold-toothed charm, a woollen tea-cosy hat bulging with dreads, and a typically laid-back air, he'd convinced the honeymooners to come out to a local joint he knew. 'Away from the expensive places,' he'd drawled, toning down the patois for their unaccustomed ears. 'The tourist places ...' He sucked air through his teeth and shook his head. 'Sky high prices.' The gold eye tooth glinted in the sun as he smiled. They arranged a time, and here they were after a giddying, circuitous, and disorientating jalopy ride, afraid and confused in some local shebeen. Their guide, following a brief discourse with a group of locals at the bar, explained he'd be away for a few minutes and left. 'A couple of beers,' her husband assured her, his voice low, beneath the bass thump from the speakers. 'Then, if Linus doesn't come back we'll just ask for a lift back to the strip.' He shrugged and offered a tentative, nervous smile. 'Or maybe they'll call us a cab,' he added hopefully. The girl's head swivelled slowly. She regarded her husband, face pinched with concern. 'They look like Yardies,' she hissed. 'I'm sure they're not gangsters,' the man replied. 'They look fucking dangerous, Daniel.' His wife's terse response surprised him. She wasn't given to profanity. He wondered how badly she'd been upset by this excursion. Three men dressed in faded jeans and vests of various colours stood at the bar, elbows on the counter, backs to the nervous couple. Two of them held burning cigarettes that gave off a pungent, suspect odour, the smoke rising to the low ceiling, thickening the blanket of fugue overhead. The three were all youngish, mid-twenties, athletically muscular, two of whom sported the ubiquitous dreadlocks while the other wore his hair short. One of them, the close-shorn one, turned to regard the pair briefly. A conspiratorial chuckle came from the other two after some mumbled comment. The man detached himself from what was obviously his habitual position, biceps bulging, triceps tensing as he pushed his angled torso away from the bar. 'Evening,' he grinned, eyes all over the girl's body after sauntering slide-footed and insouciant to the table. The woman tensed, sensing his appraisal rather than seeing. She kept her eyes on the bottle in front of her. Her husband returned a timid hello, his eyes sliding over the other man's grinning face, seeing the challenge there but powerless to react. He ignored the blatant assessment of his wife's décolletage. Now wasn't the time to play the knight in shining armour. The man loomed over the couple, dark-skinned and rangy, unsettling the pale-skinned visitors, his smile sinister despite its breadth. 'We don't get many tourists in here,' he offered ambiguously in what could be either comment or threat. The girl said nothing while her husband, equally silent, blinked quickly several times at this opening gambit. 'Uh ...' he began. 'It was recommended by Linus.' He used the name in the hope of a positive response. This didn't feel good at all. If he could engender some favour by dropping a familiar name all to the good. The man's response remained ambiguous. 'Yeah,' he said, his gaze fixed on the woman. Then, suddenly, he turned his attention to the nervous man seated. 'We don't get many white people in here at all ... ever ...' He smirked, adding: 'And we never get pretty white girls payin' us no visits.' 'We just got married,' the husband blurted. 'Two days ago.' The man's smile widened. He turned to his companions at the bar, both of whom were leaning on one elbow, watching the scene unfold. 'Got a pair of honeymooners,' he called. The barman slopped a desultory cloth over the counter and made no comment. One of his customers spoke, the one in the green vest. 'Calls for a celebration,' he said, 'bottle of rum.' This last was offered to the man behind the bar, who ceased his slovenly ministrations and bent forward to lift a bottle from under the counter. 'Oh, no, that isn't necessary,' the husband began. 'Linus should be back soon,' he suggested, more than a little hopefully. 'And we really don't drink spirits ...' 'Just a little drink to celebrate,' Green Vest said. 'Linus said he'd be a half hour ... maybe a little more. He's on an errand for me.' He grabbed the bottle by its neck and ambled to the table. 'Just a drop,' he finished. The third man brought five more bottles of beer, while the barman delivered glasses, carrying his cargo one-handed on a tray. Chairs scraped through the dust on the wooden floor, bottles thunked onto the table top. Daniel suddenly found himself positioned on the periphery of the group, with his wife, as the focal point, flanked either side by the two long-haired locals, the man with short hair interposed between Daniel and the main group. 'You're a mighty lucky man,' the short-haired one said, leering sideways at Daniel. 'That's a very pretty girl you got yourself.' He nodded appreciatively. 'Sweet,' he added. The woman stared at her husband, her eyes beseeching. She could feel the heat coming from the two men positioned so closely at her sides, could smell their bodies. Inwardly cursing her trembling hand she picked up the bottle which had held her attention for so long. She swigged deeply, chugging half the contents in one go. 'Cuh ... could you call a taxi,' she stammered. 'Please. I'd like to leave now. Daniel, could you ask for a phone to call a cab?' The man to her left spoke, the one in the green vest, the one who'd suggested the rum. 'Hey,' he said softly, shaking his head, lips pursed. 'No need to run away,' he purred, voice like silk, smile like a tiger's. 'We just wanna celebrate with you. Toast your good fortune.' His eyes slithered across the woman's chest. 'Toast your husband's luck.' He leered at the girl. 'Lucky fellah,' he said. 'What you say, Danny? You gonna take a little drink with us? Your new friends here.' Daniel vacillated, sensing that to refuse might invite an angry response. 'Uh,' he said, 'I don't suppose ...' He looked at his wife, willed her to understand. 'Just one drink?' he suggested, his smile tepid. Rum was poured and glasses chinked. 'Cheers,' Green Vest said, grinning his huge grin, obviously the leader of the group. The girl demurred. 'No, thank you,' she said, seething inside and silently cursing her husband. 'I don't like rum.' She tilted the beer bottle against her lips and drained it. Then, the empty bottle banging the table like a gavel, she lifted her second. 'Cheers,' she toasted through clenched teeth, her eyes flashing fire towards Daniel. 'Rum,' the short-haired man suggested, pouring generous measures into four glasses without waiting for any motion of acceptance from Daniel. Watching her husband, the new Mrs Bartholomew felt humiliation and anger corrode her guts. He should have refused, she thought. He should have acted when I told him to call a cab. These men are taking the piss and he's just going along with it. She burned with indignation. I should've insisted, she reasoned. Stood my ground, made my point and fucking demanded to leave. Clara chided herself: I should have stood up and just left. This is getting stupid now. Look at him sucking up to these fuckers. She began to question her husband's courage. From his sidelined position on the left wing, Daniel considered the options. Clara was obviously fuming, but she didn't understand, if this went wrong it would be he who would get the kicking. Maybe worse, these boys could have knives or guns ... Who knew where this could go if he showed a lack of respect. No, he reasoned, best to ride it out. Have a few drinks, act all friendly, leave with all his teeth intact. Who cared about dignity? He then made the fatal error of leaving his wife alone with the men. 'Where's the toilet?' he asked. Clara, mouth hanging in surprise, with Bob Marley wailing about no woman no cry in the background, predators all around, watched her husband leave the bar. What was he thinking leaving her alone with ... them? 'Are you afraid of us?' Green Vest asked. Clara considered the question. The blaze of anger had cooled to a leaden ball of fear in the pit of her stomach. 'A little,' she admitted, nodding, her eyes lifting to regard the man face-to-face. 'We's just messin' with you,' Green Vest relented. 'Just a little joke.' Ire flared again. 'It isn't funny,' Clara returned. 'We do it from time to time. Get Linus to trawl the hotels an' pick out some likely prospects. We gets a bottle of rum or two outta tourists, mebbe they leave some cash, fifty dollars or whatever for a cab ride back to the lights.' The man grinned at Clara. 'Linus picked you guys 'cos he thought you wuz hot stuff.' Through gritted teeth -- the gall of the man -- Clara said: 'I'm so fucking flattered.' 'That husband of yours ...' Green Vest's dreadlocks swayed with the jerk of his head '... he don't seem to be paying you much respect.' Clara noticed the man's eyes fill with scorn. 'He knows you wanna leave, but he's too scared to act.' He nodded again, sucking air through his teeth, a signal of contempt. 'You don't show much respect either,' Clara retorted, eyes flashing. She swigged her beer, staring a challenge into Green Vest's face over the bottle. 'But I'd look after you like a man should.' To her immense surprise Clara experienced a pulse of interest at that ambiguous statement. Her clitoris throbbed lightly, just enough to make the blonde aware of her sexual arousal. She looked from Green Vest's face to the faces of his friends, both of whom had sat there, silent, perhaps sensing a glimmer of where this to-and-fro could lead. Could those men feel the tension brewing between the arrogant, muscular black man and herself? She looked across to the barman behind his counter. That man too had paused, standing silent and immobile. Clara caught his look, the barman wanted her too, they all wanted her. 'Oh, God,' Clara muttered, confused by her body's reaction to the scene. I don't fancy any of them ... This is so sleazy, disgusting ... The thought of the four of them perving at me ... Four of them ... Four ... Her attention returned to the man in the green vest. I just bet you'd look after me. You'd protect me in this kind of situation. Physically shield me from this kind of shit. He'd look after me in other ways too. Clara's pulse quickened at the thought of this man making love to her. Her nipples tightened, her sex, of its own accord, began to oil. She felt the heat between her legs suffuse upwards to brush her cleavage and throat with a rosy glow. Thank God for the crap lighting, Clara thought as the blush coloured her cheeks. 'I think you would,' the girl mumbled. 'I'm sure you'd look after me.' Green Vest made his move immediately. 'Honeymoon, huh?' He shifted closer. 'You should be in bed.' His gaze swept Clara's body. She felt naked, exposed and vulnerable beneath his look. Her body responded to his burning proximity, the scent of him -- earthy, virile, sexy. Clara shifted her rump against the plastic chair as her insides clenched and her nipples began to ache. She revised her earlier estimate of not finding any of the men attractive. Anger flared again. What was she thinking of? Damn her traitorous body. She blamed her husband for this, blamed his timidity and lack of balls. She blamed the local men, was appalled by their arrogance and surety. She hated Green Vest for his assurance, resented his proximity and the effect his virility had upon her. He was so cocky and arrogant ... but at the same time Clara found him sexy. Why couldn't her husband move like that? Why couldn't Daniel act with such cocksure conceit. 'In bed?' Clara mocked. 'Why should I be in bed? You think a honeymoon is about sex?' 'It's all about sex ...' His hand fell on her bare thigh, eased higher along her leg beneath her dress. Clara started, flinching and gasping at the audacity. And then her husband returned. For reasons she would never quite understand, Clara left the black man's hand on her leg, his fingers branding her skin. Daniel blinked, sensing some shift in the atmosphere; he just wasn't sure what it was. From the waist down his wife's body was masked by the table, Daniel couldn't see the arm snaking under Clara's dress. 'Uhm ...' Daniel began, remaining standing while five pairs of eyes regarded him. There was something in his wife's expression he couldn't read, while the three seated men looked up at him with varying degrees of disdain. He looked across to the barman. Oddly, Daniel thought he recognised pity in the older man's look. 'I think it's time we left, Clara,' he offered, with as much dignity and force his quavering voice could muster. Everyone's attention turned to the woman. Long seconds were marked by the omnipresent reggae beat. *** Linus bounced a wheel against the high kerb. 'There ya go,' he said. 'There's the strip. Your hotel is that way.' He pointed a finger. Daniel looked at him. 'What about my wife?' he asked. Linus shrugged. 'She said she wanted to stay. I'll make sure she gets back OK ... I just dunno what time.' His finger pointed again. 'Hotel's that way.' He wanted the man gone, out of his car so he could get back to the bar. He'd returned from his errand just in time. Daniel wanted to leave but his wife ...? There was something going on there, and Linus was eager to see what was what. The blonde woman choosing to stay in that place? She virtually told her husband to fuck off. And judging by the grins on the boys' faces ... 'I'll get her back in one piece,' he assured an anxious Daniel. A few minutes later the car slumped to a stop outside the bar, the driver's door protesting after Linus coaxed the squeaking clanking hulk back to the shack. He abandoned the heap, hurrying towards the wooden door. 'Hey!' he called, finding the door barred. 'It's me. Let me in.' A few moments later a thunk came from inside. 'Get in,' the barman muttered. 'Quick.' He chocked the plank into its slot, effectively locking the door once Linus had pushed past. 'Another one!' Clara called. 'Another gorgeous man. Pull up a chair, Linus. Come and join the party.' Clara's eyes shone with excitement. Her dress was now bunched around her waist, Green Vest's hand was wedged between her legs, his fingers pressed against her vulva. She faced Linus, the buttons of the dress undone, her pale, long-nippled breasts exposed. Her hands ski poled two cocks, while Short Hair, standing at her shoulder, slowly stroked his own erection. 'Give that thing to me,' Clara said, her chin jutting towards Short Hair as she angled backwards. 'Put it back in my mouth.' Clara squirmed her backside, opening her legs as wide as the chair allowed to offer her burning sex to Green Vests long fingers. The man teased the blonde's greasy labia, splaying the lips and dabbing a forefinger at her opening. With her mouth full of dark gristle, Clara moaned. 'Never seen anything like it before,' the barman muttered to Linus. ' She made her husband pay for the rum and the beers and told him to leave her fifty bucks for more drinks. Now look at it. Married two days ago she said ...' Both men watched while Clara's pink tongue traced a long line from the short-haired man's swinging balls, along the underside of his long penis to the bulging dome crowning his erection. The blonde popped the cock-head into her mouth, her cheeks dipping into concavity as she sucked. The man groaned when Clara, releasing one erection from her grip, took hold of Short Hair's cock at the root and wanked it into her mouth. 'Shit,' the man sighed,' his fingers twisting through Clara's hair. 'Suck my fuckin' cock ...' 'I'll suck all of them,' Clara gasped, the mushroom-shaped cock-head dropping from her lips. 'All of them.' She eyed the barman and grinned. 'You too, old man. I'll suck yours too. You're in this as much as them. You want to fuck me too?' Lust boiled inside her. Clara was desperate to be fucked now. She'd committed herself to the act and there would be no holding back. Five black men. Five black cocks. She questioned her marriage -- Daniel had shown his true colours that evening, she'd suspected he was weak all along. Pressurised into marrying him by her parents' and society's expectations, she'd had her doubts, but being a dutiful daughter she'd complied. Now the wheels had come off the matrimonial carriage. What triggered this insanity, Clara briefly pondered, a need to punish her husband? Or was she punishing her parents too? As far back as she could remember she'd moulded herself to their wishes -- the schools, the clubs, the most suitable man ... Fuck them all. Fuck Daniel and, in an entirely different context, fuck these five men too. 'I'm free to do whatever I want,' Clara muttered. 'I'll deal with the shit in the morning.' She reached for Short-Hair's erection again. A moment before her lips wrapped around the girth of the man's chocolate-coloured shaft, Clara grinned into Green Vest's face. 'Are you going to stick that fucking thing into me? Are you just going to tickle my pussy all night, or are you going to fuck me?' The man chuckled. 'Well, well, you've changed little miss whitey. How scared you wuz not long ago ... now you askin' for black. Well, I'm happy to oblige.' He rose quickly, the back of his knees tipping his chair backwards. He struggled with his jeans, which were rumpled around his hips, in his haste to be at the girl. She was hot. Sweet and white and begging for black cock. He'd met women like this before, usually middle-aged bitches who wanted to walk on the dark side, but this one wanted a gang-bang, which was definitely not the usual. What was the deal with her husband? Two days married and yet here she was. Still, whatever the cut, he was going into it. How could anyone turn down that sweet-faced, big-eyed offer? The Honeymooners He moved between the girl's legs, hauling her bodily, hands around her hips, into position. 'Hold the chair steady, mon,' he growled at his long-haired friend. 'Hold it steady or she gunna fall.' He shunted the blonde's legs over his arms, the crook of her knees draped over his forearms. Crouching, he held the tip of his cock at her opening. 'I'm gunna split you in two,' he said, then thrust. 'Ooh,' the woman gurgled. 'That's good. Nice and thick and long.' She looked up, raising her chin from her chest, awkwardly wall-eyed in that position, to goad the man further. 'Now use it, you bastard,' she sneered. 'Use that thing and fuck me.' Clara heard an indeterminate mutter from Linus, and then blanked out all that was happening around her, concentrating instead upon the sensation of being filled with cock. The thing inside her probed deeply, deeper than any man had ever gone before, not that she'd had many men, she wasn't a slut -- Clara would have giggled at that contradiction if she'd been able. This one stretched her too, as well as probing deep. Not uncomfortably, there was no pain, just a glorious sensation of being filled to the brim. She looked down, along the front of her body, past her pale, trembling breasts, over her stomach to the place between her legs, to her labia that clung tackily to the gristle embedded inside her. She gasped when she saw the length of him withdraw slowly, the shaft of that cock glistening with goo -- her own lust coating it. 'Oh, fuck,' she moaned. 'Oh. My. God ...' Her head lolled backwards, blonde hair sweeping the hands of the man holding the chair. Short Hair moved then. He crouched and ducked his head, taking one of Clara's long nipples into his mouth. He sucked at it, elongating the pink nub with suction from his lips. The woman groaned, her hands at his temples, guiding him from one breast to the other. The man inside Clara growled as he increased the tempo of his thrusts. His hair swung from side to side in a wild curtain of swinging dreads. The chair legs, moulded plastic and not given to such a strenuous load buckled, dangerously close to collapse. 'White girl and black cock,' the man grunted. 'Gunna give this bitch some of the hot stuff. Gunna give her the juice ...' Linus, unable to resist, stroked his exposed length. He was long and thick and ready to take a turn. 'You gonna do her too, Pop?' he asked the barman. 'I don' think I will,' the man replied, his patois drawl thick and slow. 'He's gonna dump a load inside her.' The man's chin jutted towards the scene. 'I don' think I wanna stir that stuff with ma spoon. Mebbe's I'll just dump mine on her ninnies.' Linus, with no compunction about sloppy seconds, or even thirds, left the barman to his conjecture about the quality of the blonde's tits. He thought about the woman's anus. Mebbe she'll take in her ass? He then decided that that might be, quite literally, pushing it too far. Moving closer to the group arranged haphazardly around the girl, he reached out a hand to touch her pale skin. 'Do it to her, mon,' he hissed, accent thickening with his excitement as he stared where the girl's body accommodated his friend. 'Fuck her good.' The man between Clara's legs grunted. His face contorted into a twist of agony. He thrust once, deep into Clara, the depth eliciting a yelp from the woman. 'That's good,' Clara called. 'Do it again ...' The man grunted a second time, grimacing, his head twisting side to side. On the second thrust he paused, his balls dangling against the perpendicular crease between Clara's buttocks. He groaned, cock pulsing at its root, squirting into Clara's body. 'Uh,' he grunted in time with each subsequent pump. 'Uh ... Uh ... Uh ... Fuck ... Uh ...' His eyes opened and great breath sighed from his chest. 'Hoo,' he called. 'That felt so good.' The muscles in his triceps tensed as he hefted himself upright, his cock sliding out of the girl on a rush of ejaculate. 'I came in her pretty good,' he grinned, viscous gloop dribbling from Clara's gaping opening. The woman lifted herself from the chair. She impatiently shrugged the dress over her head, carelessly discarding it on the stained, bottle-ringed table. 'Another one,' she called to no one in particular. 'Another cock. Give me more. Who's next?' She walked to the bar and rested her forearms against the counter. 'From behind,' she insisted, her hips swinging in invitation. 'Who wants me like this?' After a momentary hiatus there was a scramble to see who could reach the girl first. Amused, his part done for the time being, Green Vest smirked, collapsing into a chair to watch the show. His hand reached for the rum bottle. 'Come on, Linus,' Clara moaned to the man who'd reached her first. 'You conned me into being here, make it up to me now.' Linus dug his long, dark fingers into Clara's hips. He entered her, her body oozing semen. A squelching fart rasped from their conjunction and the girl giggled. 'Mix it up, Linus,' she moaned. 'Stir that porridge.' A few short stabs later and Linus buckled at the knees. He dug deeper into the woman, just as his friend had done, and squirted his offering into her. 'This is no good,' Clara taunted, hands on hips, thighs glistening with the goo sliding out of her. She faced her audience. 'Two of you studs so far and I haven't come once.' Her lips formed a moue of disappointment, she shook her head. 'Not a good showing, eh, boys?' 'I'll make you come, you hoity-toity bitch.' Everyone, including Clara, stared at the speaker as the barman sauntered to her. Clara gasped when his fingers pushed inside. First he used two stiff digits on her, finger-fucking her where she stood. Then, after bending the blonde's fist around his exposed penis he curled his fingers inside her. 'Oh, shit, that's nice,' Clara sighed, her eyes closing as she shuffled her feet wider. 'Rub me right there. Oh yes ... That's it. You're right on the spot inside me.' The woman climaxed, her sobs buffeting the ramshackle walls, louder than the pervasive thump-thump from the speakers. 'Suck my dick,' the barman growled, pushing the still convulsing blonde to her knees. 'Suck it,' he repeated, holding Clara's head in one hand, fist twisting her hair while he forced himself between her lips. Clara took hold of the long cock that threatened to choke her. She slobbered and drooled over it, sucking wildly. Semen dribbled out of her and pooled on the dusty wooden floorboards between her knees as she knelt amid the detritus, her head busy against the barman's groin. 'Here it comes,' the man warned, grimacing. Clara crooned obscenities, euphoric at what she'd become in that dingy Caribbean bar. She smeared the man's ejaculate into her breasts when the heavy outpouring ceased. She cuffed a smear of goo across her cheek, wondering how she was going to get through the hotel lobby in such a bedraggled state. And what would her husband do when he saw her, hair matted with dried semen, her body crusted with the stuff? Would he hate her or would his eyes gleam with jealous ardour? Would he lay her down on the plush bed and stir the gloop inside her with his pale cock? 'Fuck you, Daniel,' Clara muttered. 'I've still got two men to service. 'Come on, boys,' she said to the two remaining men. 'Come and get my hungry pussy. My cunt's thirsty for more spunk ...' The men advanced slowly, grinning, their cock's swinging. The one with short hair stood in front of Clara. He crouched slightly, easing his penis between the woman's legs while his long-haired friend pressed his body against the blonde's back. Clara gasped when, in a simultaneous assault, Short-Hair penetrated her dribbling cunt while the other man's hands circumvented her torso and grabbed at her breasts. The man behind her licked and kissed and nibbled at her neck. Clara moaned at the gentle caress of his lips, such a contrast to the rough thrusting of his friend between her legs. 'On my hands and knees,' Clara blurted. 'I want you in my mouth,' she said to the long-haired man. 'I want to taste your spunk ...' The trio quickly arranged themselves, Short-Hair groaning, his eyes rolling when he fucked deep and hard into the white woman. The other man knelt in front of Clara's face, offering his dark meat to her. Both men erupted simultaneously, one squirting yet another viscous load into her sodden, seeping pussy, while the other, with Clara gagging, her eyes streaming, pumped an overflowing volume of gloop into her throat. 'Oh my God ...' Clara spluttered, coughing and gasping for air. Drool and semen slid down her chin, spattering across the upper slopes of her tits, garlanding her chest. 'Whatever will my husband say?' Green-Vest chuckled, already coaxing a second hard-on to life. He approached the woman sprawled on the filthy floor. 'Time for another round,' he smiled.'