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5-STAR POSTS!!     |
30/04/2008
Chrissy made a beautiful bride. She and I were
childhood sweethearts and we loved each other dearly.
Her old man had pitched in to give his daughter a good
sendoff and it was quite a wedding and quite a party. I
knew I was the luckiest man in town that day.
Chrissy is the daughter of one of the most prominent
men in town, and the man responsible for my new job. He
didn't want to see his daughter marry a bum. Although
he and I weren't exactly fond of each other, (he hated
me) he was determined to make sure his beautiful
daughter was happy. And Chrissy looked radiant that
day.
She is a petite little blonde, about 5' tall, with a
tiny little waist you could almost get your hands
around (my hands aren't too big though) She has nice
flaring hips, and breasts that were not huge, but were
feminine and pointed and they stood out proudly from
her chest in her white chiffon wedding gown. She liked
wearing her golden hair short, and with her baby face,
this made her look very young, almost childlike. She
has the most beautiful smile. Her whole family has that
"beautiful people" look.
Chrissy's dad didn't think much of me. Why do the old
men dislike their daughter's choice in men? He wanted
her to marry the local football hero, Ted.
Ted was a real jock, big, overly confident, pushy-as-
hell. He had dated Chrissy back in high school and
still called her. She had told him "no" one night at
the junior prom and Ted didn't like being told no.
Chrissy had started dating me during our senior year,
which earned me some pushing around by Ted and his
fellow jocks.
Once, in the locker room, I had been walking from the
showers when I felt the sting of a leather belt hit my
wet behind! I jumped and fell. I got up, feeling the
red welt forming on my ass cheek and Ted (and his
entourage) were leering at me. Ted was gesturing with
his belt at me saying, "I heard you got to first base
with Chrissy over the weekend. Well don't worry
'pencil-dick' because I'll be the one 'sliding into
home!' Haa, haa, haaa..."
They all had a good laugh. It was me that Chrissy
married though. I thought I had the last laugh. My
virgin bride. I should have known back then that guys
like me don't get nice breaks like Ted. I should have
known it would be those large hand holding the belt
that would slide my wife's panties down. It would be
Ted's large and experienced tool that would take her
virginity.
Like I said it was quite a party. The reception
included the town's best and richest. (well, maybe just
the richest.) Chrissy was bubbly and blushing. She was
nothing but smiles and love for me. "Can't wait honey,"
she said. "I'm loving all of this but I want to touch
my husband." This kind of racy talk from her got me
loosening the collar of my tux. We continued to dance
and smile and make conversation.
"Joel, I see that my daughter is quite happy today."
Said Bill, her father. "I want to make sure she stays
that way." He stood over me near the banquet table
while Chrissy was cutting cake. "Well Bill," I replied,
"I'll do my best to keep her happy. I love her very
much."
"Oh I have no doubt that you love her Joel, I just hope
you won't mind if a father decides to take some 'extra
measures' to insure his family's, err, contentment."
"I do appreciate the job sir. I'll work very hard," I
thought he was referring to the job he had arranged at
his computer company.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes Joel. You work very hard now, haa,
haa, haa!" He clapped me on the back and walked away
toward the bar, laughing. Fucking jerk.
The afternoon wore on, Chrissy and I had a great time.
She tossed the bouquet. The limo took us to a nice
resort hotel up the coast. Her father had made all the
arrangements so I knew we were set for a nice week. I
carried my blushing bride over the threshold in a
wriggling bundle of white. She smelled terrific. She
felt warm and wonderful.
My little prick had been stiff since we got in the
limo. We laughed and chased each other around the room,
finally ending with me on top of her on the bed. I
could feel the firm cones of her breasts pressing
against my shirt. We were smiling and kissing and
making baby-talk. Her hips were moving around in little
circles. There was a certain heat from between her legs
that I could feel with mine. "God, honey, I'm so hot,"
she moaned. "I have a little surprise for you."
"What?" I gasped. "Here, get this off..."
"Well, first of all, I have a special outfit I'd like
to put on for my husband." (I loved it when she talked
like this.) And can you guess what else is special
about today?"
I helped her get her skirts off. She scampered across
the room toward the bathroom. "I'll give you a hint,
husband dear, I had my period exactly two weeks ago,"
she ran into the bathroom to change.
"You mean... today you're..." I ran toward the bathroom
door to grasp my lovely bride. Just then there was a
key in the lock of the hotel room door and it swung
open. Ted and two of his friends walked in.
I didn't even have time to react, I was heady from the
champagne, and anticipation of being with Chrissy, Ted
quickly took two steps and punched me in the stomach. I
doubled over in a gasp and slunk to the floor. Ted and
his friends were being quiet. "Did you hear me honey?"
I heard her call. "Honey?"
Ted's two friends were one of his football buddies from
high school I recognized. The other was a girl I'd seen
with their group before. She had the look of some of
those sneering "party girls" that like to hang out with
them. Ted had a shit-eating grin on his face as he
leaned over me and said, "Keep your mouth shut Joey-
boy. Nobody'll get hurt. I'm just here to get what's
mine. Paybacks are a bitch." He told his friends to
,"take care of me.
His friend, Brad grabbed me by my hair and threw me
onto the sofa, "Shut up you little freak!" muttered the
girl. She quickly stuffed my mouth with one of
Chrissy's stockings that was on the floor.
Brad produced a roll of duct tape and taped my mouth
shut. They both rolled me over and pinned my wrists as
I struggled. The tape was wound around my wrists and
ankles. The girl (I heard Brad call her Carol) sat at
the end of the sofa, and positioned my head, face down,
in her lap.
Chrissy came out of the bathroom. "Honey, what do you
think of... OH!" Ted was next to the door as Chrissy
came out and saw us. He grabbed her from the side. She
had dressed in a white, lacy teddy and panty outfit
that was accentuated by her pointed breasts that held
out the satin from her body. I could see her pantied
crotch, delicate and vulnerable, for the first time as
Ted grabbed her.
"LET ME GO TED YOU SUNOVABITCH! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU,
HOW DARE YOU!"
He tossed her wriggling body onto the bed (our wedding
bed!) and held her down. Ted is a large framed guy.
Brad and Carol were laughing as I struggled and tried
to protest through my gag. "Take it easy sweetheart,"
he was laughing as he pawed my wife's breasts and
thighs. "Damn Chrissy it's been a long time, girl!" He
tried to kiss her as he held her arms pinned above her
head. "OW!! GODDAMN IT BITCH!"
Chrissy had bitten his lip. She had gotten one hand
free and slapped him soundly across his face, "SLAPPP!"
"HOW DARE YOU TED BAXTER! ON MY WEDDING NIGHT! THIS IS
NOT FUNNY!"
I saw Ted snarl and slap her back across her face. Her
attitude changed quickly. He picked her up and threw
her off the bed. He stood over her and undid his pants
and pushed them down. She lay on the carpet in an
abused heap. She looked like she was sobbing. "Now is
that any way for a girl to act on her wedding night
'honeyyy'? Now put your mouth where it belongs bride!"
With that he grabbed her hair and sat down on the bed,
pressing her face into his crotch as she knelt in front
of him. She was crying and sobbing and only struggled a
little. He twisted her head around with her hair. "You
mind your husband, now, girl! I want those lips put to
work!"
Her face was pressed against the bulge in his
underwear. She began to make little mewling sounds and
struggle a little bit as he twisted and pulled down his
underwear. It was getting a little dark in the hotel
room but I could see the broad, purple head of his cock
spring into view. "I can see my new wife is going to
need some discipline." He turned and began to remove
his belt from his pants.
"Ted! don't do this. I beg you! I'm sorry I wouldn't
take your calls! Don't make me...!" She was sobbing.
Tears were running down her child-like face as he
looped his belt in his fist and grabbed her hair again.
"Open your mouth!" He said almost patiently. "Open your
mouth!"
"CRACK!"
The belt came down on her lovely pantied ass and she
yelped and sobbed.
"Ted DON'T!"
He cut her off as he stretched her lips with the head
of his cock. She cried and tossed her head. Ted leered
and brought the belt down again.
"CRACK!"
Chrissy shook and yelped through her mouthful of cock
Ted pulled it out and pressed it against her lips,
ordering her to lick the shaft. Even in this light, I
could see his member was much bigger than mine. He
didn't appear to be circumcised either, the skin giving
his penis an almost, club-like appearance. I yelled and
twisted against my bond.
"Goddamn! Ted," said Brad, laughing.
Carol was laughing too as Ted mastered my wife.
"LICK, WIFE!" He said. "You can yell and thrash all you
want. I paid the bellboy's handsomely to leave us
alone. Your daddy was good enough to give me some
expense money for this little operation."
He grabbed her wrists and over her protests, sat on
them. Her hands were pinned under her rapist with his
erect cock in her face. She could not pull away from
his crotch. Ted's voice became softer to her as she
struggled and sobbed and adjusted to her predicament.
"Lick the family jewels, honey, get them all warmed
up..." His balls were hairy and red, and looked as
large as eggs. Chrissy continued to twist her head
against his grasp as she bent to her task. Ted moaned
with the sensation. "Keep licking, honey."
Brad and Carol pushed me onto the floor with a THUMP.
Carol sat on top of me. My face was only a couple of
feet from Chrissy's squirming ass.
"CRACK!"
Ted brought the belt down again on her ass.
"CRACK!"
Chrissy howled, but her mouth was full. Ted leered down
at me. "Can you smell her Joey? Hm? She's getting wet."
Brad had gone into the bathroom and returned. I
couldn't see what he was holding. He and Carol grabbed
me and pulled down my pants and underwear. "Look at
that white ass!" exclaimed Carol. She and Brad pushed
and pulled me until I was laying across her lap. Brad
handed her a jar of what turned out to be Vaseline.
"We don't want you to miss out on the de-flowering
tonight Joey, so I brought along a little friend!"
Carol was reaching into her purse and pulled out a
large object that I couldn't twist my head far around
enough to see. It looked black. That's all I could see.
"Enough training, wife, get into bed!" Ted cracked his
belt across her ass once more as he stood up. His large
member literally came out of her mouth with a "POP!"
Her little-girl face looked red from crying. Her lips
were swollen red and pouting. "TED! DON'T DO THIS! WHAT
ARE THEY DOING TO HIM? OWWW!"
He pushed my bride onto the bed, her legs and arms
splayed. She put up a little bit of a fight as he put
his weight on top of her. She seemed more inclined to
kiss him now than before. I could see his large hands,
pulling and kneading her breasts and nipples-making
them stand up erect. His large cock was pressed against
her belly. I saw his hands slide under her panties and
push them down her thighs. She struck at his shoulder
with her hands and her legs pedaled furiously as he
stripped her. "STOOOPPPP!"
I felt Carol's long-nailed fingers put a cold glop of
Vaseline against my anus. She began spreading it
around. She stuck a finger in me, then two. She worked
her greasy fingers in and out. I tossed my head from
side to side. Sweat ran from my forehead. The room was
much darker now. A little light came in through the
large window facing the bay. I heard a dull buzz from
the vibrator Brad handed to Carol.
Ted squatted, and took off his shirt and kicked off his
pants and shoes. He appeared large and tanned, like an
athlete. His body was much hairier than mine. I could
see his cock silhouetted against the window as he did
this. Some pre-cum dropped from the tip. He put my
wife's ankles over his shoulders, giving her a little
swat on the ass to remind her who was in charge and
placed the tip of his cock against her moist opening.
As her legs were splayed, I could see a glint of
moisture in her crotch, in the fading light. Her face
was beautiful against the pillow. "Now you can
cooperate, Chrissy, and take it on your back like a
woman, or I mount you from behind like a beast!"
Chrissy didn't protest but her lips were pouting and
she began mewling and sobbing as Ted began a steady
thrust.
He didn't break her cherry with one enormous thrust,
but let her moistening pussy slowly impale itself on
him. When her cherry broke, Chrissy gasped, and kicked
her little feet in the air. Ted confidently grasped her
waist and pulled her the rest of the way onto his
shaft. I could hear Chrissy moaning into his chest as
he settled his weight on top of her. Her legs bent back
against her chest. My wife's breasts pressed against
Ted. Her feet kicked a little as he settled his ball-
sack against her ass.
Carol worked the buzzing dildo into my asshole. It
stretched and violated me as I watched my wife be
inseminated by my childhood bully. Carol must have
worked nine or ten inches of the thing into my gut. I
could feel it vibrating deep inside me. More duct tape
was used to hold the thing in place. I cried into my
gag as the tape was wound around my hips. The two then
got up, and laughing quietly, left the hotel room.
Ted pumped his cock in and out of my wife. The veined
shaft glistened with the moisture he pulled from her.
He wrapped her legs around his waist. Chrissy was
moaning and squirming but had surrendered to the fuck.
I heard him muttering to her, "Can you feel that
Chrissy?"
"Yes," she replied.
"Here, lift your legs so I can put it against your
cervix."
I saw her bend her knees again and point her toes, her
eyes went wide and her mouth opened in an "O" as he
impregnated her. "Oh, TED!" My wife cried.
They didn't separate. Ted pulled the covers over them
later, and I saw the shape of his ass humping the
covers up and down. I heard my wife cry out from
somewhere in there. I was reminded of the time when I
was little and peeked into my parent's bedroom to find
out what the squeaking noise was. My asshole was
stretched and pained. The vibrator continued to throb
in my belly.
I think I may have passed out. I could see the moon
outside. When I opened my eyes. Ted and Chrissy were
doing it slowly. He had her bent over, her young ass in
the air, and against him. I could see his balls
swinging between her legs. She didn't appear to be
fighting him anymore, or she had completely
surrendered. I remember seeing her arch her back as he
thrust forward and grunted again. She kicked her legs
again as he did this.
The door slammed. My wrists were free, (the tape was
cut). I hurriedly worked the damned duct tape off my
wrists and ankles, and extricated the dildo from my
butt. I had worn the batteries out. Sunlight was
streaming in. Chrissy and I were alone. I ran to the
bed and woke her to see if she were alright.
"Chrissy! CHRISSY! Wake up forgodsake! Are you okay?"
She moaned and rolled over, putting her arms around me
slowly. I pulled her into me and gently kissed her.
"I'm alright dear," she said, her voice sounded strange
to me. I kissed her and kissed her and ran my hands
around her. She felt wonderful. She smelled musky. I
could still smell Ted's aftershave or something on her.
Strangely, I found myself aroused by the thought of
what had just been done to her. I was kissing my lovely
new wife and feeling her bare, secret places for the
first time. She was kissing me back. I rolled myself on
top of her as we embraced. I confidently spread my
wife's thighs.
"Stop Joey!" she said. Then she smiled at me sweetly as
I stared agape at her. "Go get a condom from the
bathroom, please." She brushed some hair out of her
face. "B-but..." I stammered. "GO, get a Condom!" She
said, and then kissed my cheek.
I returned quickly with the condom, fumbled it on, then
tried to resume our former passion. She lay back,
calmly, as I slipped my gloved pecker into her pussy.
Even through the condom I could feel the heat and
incredible moisture of my brides love-tunnel. "Is it
all in?" She asked.
Two years later we had a little one-year old running
around the house. Chrissy is happy. Her family is
ecstatic. I am the breadwinner, and little else, it
seems. The kid is a brat already. Chrissy insists that
he looks like me. Ha! We always use condoms. (She has
always insisted on it)
To make matters worse, at the last big family
gathering, her folks suggested they would like to see
another grandchild.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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childhood sweethearts and we loved each other dearly.
Her old man had pitched in to give his daughter a good
sendoff and it was quite a wedding and quite a party. I
knew I was the luckiest man in town that day.
Chrissy is the daughter of one of the most prominent
men in town, and the man responsible for my new job. He
didn't want to see his daughter marry a bum. Although
he and I weren't exactly fond of each other, (he hated
me) he was determined to make sure his beautiful
daughter was happy. And Chrissy looked radiant that
day.
She is a petite little blonde, about 5' tall, with a
tiny little waist you could almost get your hands
around (my hands aren't too big though) She has nice
flaring hips, and breasts that were not huge, but were
feminine and pointed and they stood out proudly from
her chest in her white chiffon wedding gown. She liked
wearing her golden hair short, and with her baby face,
this made her look very young, almost childlike. She
has the most beautiful smile. Her whole family has that
"beautiful people" look.
Chrissy's dad didn't think much of me. Why do the old
men dislike their daughter's choice in men? He wanted
her to marry the local football hero, Ted.
Ted was a real jock, big, overly confident, pushy-as-
hell. He had dated Chrissy back in high school and
still called her. She had told him "no" one night at
the junior prom and Ted didn't like being told no.
Chrissy had started dating me during our senior year,
which earned me some pushing around by Ted and his
fellow jocks.
Once, in the locker room, I had been walking from the
showers when I felt the sting of a leather belt hit my
wet behind! I jumped and fell. I got up, feeling the
red welt forming on my ass cheek and Ted (and his
entourage) were leering at me. Ted was gesturing with
his belt at me saying, "I heard you got to first base
with Chrissy over the weekend. Well don't worry
'pencil-dick' because I'll be the one 'sliding into
home!' Haa, haa, haaa..."
They all had a good laugh. It was me that Chrissy
married though. I thought I had the last laugh. My
virgin bride. I should have known back then that guys
like me don't get nice breaks like Ted. I should have
known it would be those large hand holding the belt
that would slide my wife's panties down. It would be
Ted's large and experienced tool that would take her
virginity.
Like I said it was quite a party. The reception
included the town's best and richest. (well, maybe just
the richest.) Chrissy was bubbly and blushing. She was
nothing but smiles and love for me. "Can't wait honey,"
she said. "I'm loving all of this but I want to touch
my husband." This kind of racy talk from her got me
loosening the collar of my tux. We continued to dance
and smile and make conversation.
"Joel, I see that my daughter is quite happy today."
Said Bill, her father. "I want to make sure she stays
that way." He stood over me near the banquet table
while Chrissy was cutting cake. "Well Bill," I replied,
"I'll do my best to keep her happy. I love her very
much."
"Oh I have no doubt that you love her Joel, I just hope
you won't mind if a father decides to take some 'extra
measures' to insure his family's, err, contentment."
"I do appreciate the job sir. I'll work very hard," I
thought he was referring to the job he had arranged at
his computer company.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes Joel. You work very hard now, haa,
haa, haa!" He clapped me on the back and walked away
toward the bar, laughing. Fucking jerk.
The afternoon wore on, Chrissy and I had a great time.
She tossed the bouquet. The limo took us to a nice
resort hotel up the coast. Her father had made all the
arrangements so I knew we were set for a nice week. I
carried my blushing bride over the threshold in a
wriggling bundle of white. She smelled terrific. She
felt warm and wonderful.
My little prick had been stiff since we got in the
limo. We laughed and chased each other around the room,
finally ending with me on top of her on the bed. I
could feel the firm cones of her breasts pressing
against my shirt. We were smiling and kissing and
making baby-talk. Her hips were moving around in little
circles. There was a certain heat from between her legs
that I could feel with mine. "God, honey, I'm so hot,"
she moaned. "I have a little surprise for you."
"What?" I gasped. "Here, get this off..."
"Well, first of all, I have a special outfit I'd like
to put on for my husband." (I loved it when she talked
like this.) And can you guess what else is special
about today?"
I helped her get her skirts off. She scampered across
the room toward the bathroom. "I'll give you a hint,
husband dear, I had my period exactly two weeks ago,"
she ran into the bathroom to change.
"You mean... today you're..." I ran toward the bathroom
door to grasp my lovely bride. Just then there was a
key in the lock of the hotel room door and it swung
open. Ted and two of his friends walked in.
I didn't even have time to react, I was heady from the
champagne, and anticipation of being with Chrissy, Ted
quickly took two steps and punched me in the stomach. I
doubled over in a gasp and slunk to the floor. Ted and
his friends were being quiet. "Did you hear me honey?"
I heard her call. "Honey?"
Ted's two friends were one of his football buddies from
high school I recognized. The other was a girl I'd seen
with their group before. She had the look of some of
those sneering "party girls" that like to hang out with
them. Ted had a shit-eating grin on his face as he
leaned over me and said, "Keep your mouth shut Joey-
boy. Nobody'll get hurt. I'm just here to get what's
mine. Paybacks are a bitch." He told his friends to
,"take care of me.
His friend, Brad grabbed me by my hair and threw me
onto the sofa, "Shut up you little freak!" muttered the
girl. She quickly stuffed my mouth with one of
Chrissy's stockings that was on the floor.
Brad produced a roll of duct tape and taped my mouth
shut. They both rolled me over and pinned my wrists as
I struggled. The tape was wound around my wrists and
ankles. The girl (I heard Brad call her Carol) sat at
the end of the sofa, and positioned my head, face down,
in her lap.
Chrissy came out of the bathroom. "Honey, what do you
think of... OH!" Ted was next to the door as Chrissy
came out and saw us. He grabbed her from the side. She
had dressed in a white, lacy teddy and panty outfit
that was accentuated by her pointed breasts that held
out the satin from her body. I could see her pantied
crotch, delicate and vulnerable, for the first time as
Ted grabbed her.
"LET ME GO TED YOU SUNOVABITCH! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU,
HOW DARE YOU!"
He tossed her wriggling body onto the bed (our wedding
bed!) and held her down. Ted is a large framed guy.
Brad and Carol were laughing as I struggled and tried
to protest through my gag. "Take it easy sweetheart,"
he was laughing as he pawed my wife's breasts and
thighs. "Damn Chrissy it's been a long time, girl!" He
tried to kiss her as he held her arms pinned above her
head. "OW!! GODDAMN IT BITCH!"
Chrissy had bitten his lip. She had gotten one hand
free and slapped him soundly across his face, "SLAPPP!"
"HOW DARE YOU TED BAXTER! ON MY WEDDING NIGHT! THIS IS
NOT FUNNY!"
I saw Ted snarl and slap her back across her face. Her
attitude changed quickly. He picked her up and threw
her off the bed. He stood over her and undid his pants
and pushed them down. She lay on the carpet in an
abused heap. She looked like she was sobbing. "Now is
that any way for a girl to act on her wedding night
'honeyyy'? Now put your mouth where it belongs bride!"
With that he grabbed her hair and sat down on the bed,
pressing her face into his crotch as she knelt in front
of him. She was crying and sobbing and only struggled a
little. He twisted her head around with her hair. "You
mind your husband, now, girl! I want those lips put to
work!"
Her face was pressed against the bulge in his
underwear. She began to make little mewling sounds and
struggle a little bit as he twisted and pulled down his
underwear. It was getting a little dark in the hotel
room but I could see the broad, purple head of his cock
spring into view. "I can see my new wife is going to
need some discipline." He turned and began to remove
his belt from his pants.
"Ted! don't do this. I beg you! I'm sorry I wouldn't
take your calls! Don't make me...!" She was sobbing.
Tears were running down her child-like face as he
looped his belt in his fist and grabbed her hair again.
"Open your mouth!" He said almost patiently. "Open your
mouth!"
"CRACK!"
The belt came down on her lovely pantied ass and she
yelped and sobbed.
"Ted DON'T!"
He cut her off as he stretched her lips with the head
of his cock. She cried and tossed her head. Ted leered
and brought the belt down again.
"CRACK!"
Chrissy shook and yelped through her mouthful of cock
Ted pulled it out and pressed it against her lips,
ordering her to lick the shaft. Even in this light, I
could see his member was much bigger than mine. He
didn't appear to be circumcised either, the skin giving
his penis an almost, club-like appearance. I yelled and
twisted against my bond.
"Goddamn! Ted," said Brad, laughing.
Carol was laughing too as Ted mastered my wife.
"LICK, WIFE!" He said. "You can yell and thrash all you
want. I paid the bellboy's handsomely to leave us
alone. Your daddy was good enough to give me some
expense money for this little operation."
He grabbed her wrists and over her protests, sat on
them. Her hands were pinned under her rapist with his
erect cock in her face. She could not pull away from
his crotch. Ted's voice became softer to her as she
struggled and sobbed and adjusted to her predicament.
"Lick the family jewels, honey, get them all warmed
up..." His balls were hairy and red, and looked as
large as eggs. Chrissy continued to twist her head
against his grasp as she bent to her task. Ted moaned
with the sensation. "Keep licking, honey."
Brad and Carol pushed me onto the floor with a THUMP.
Carol sat on top of me. My face was only a couple of
feet from Chrissy's squirming ass.
"CRACK!"
Ted brought the belt down again on her ass.
"CRACK!"
Chrissy howled, but her mouth was full. Ted leered down
at me. "Can you smell her Joey? Hm? She's getting wet."
Brad had gone into the bathroom and returned. I
couldn't see what he was holding. He and Carol grabbed
me and pulled down my pants and underwear. "Look at
that white ass!" exclaimed Carol. She and Brad pushed
and pulled me until I was laying across her lap. Brad
handed her a jar of what turned out to be Vaseline.
"We don't want you to miss out on the de-flowering
tonight Joey, so I brought along a little friend!"
Carol was reaching into her purse and pulled out a
large object that I couldn't twist my head far around
enough to see. It looked black. That's all I could see.
"Enough training, wife, get into bed!" Ted cracked his
belt across her ass once more as he stood up. His large
member literally came out of her mouth with a "POP!"
Her little-girl face looked red from crying. Her lips
were swollen red and pouting. "TED! DON'T DO THIS! WHAT
ARE THEY DOING TO HIM? OWWW!"
He pushed my bride onto the bed, her legs and arms
splayed. She put up a little bit of a fight as he put
his weight on top of her. She seemed more inclined to
kiss him now than before. I could see his large hands,
pulling and kneading her breasts and nipples-making
them stand up erect. His large cock was pressed against
her belly. I saw his hands slide under her panties and
push them down her thighs. She struck at his shoulder
with her hands and her legs pedaled furiously as he
stripped her. "STOOOPPPP!"
I felt Carol's long-nailed fingers put a cold glop of
Vaseline against my anus. She began spreading it
around. She stuck a finger in me, then two. She worked
her greasy fingers in and out. I tossed my head from
side to side. Sweat ran from my forehead. The room was
much darker now. A little light came in through the
large window facing the bay. I heard a dull buzz from
the vibrator Brad handed to Carol.
Ted squatted, and took off his shirt and kicked off his
pants and shoes. He appeared large and tanned, like an
athlete. His body was much hairier than mine. I could
see his cock silhouetted against the window as he did
this. Some pre-cum dropped from the tip. He put my
wife's ankles over his shoulders, giving her a little
swat on the ass to remind her who was in charge and
placed the tip of his cock against her moist opening.
As her legs were splayed, I could see a glint of
moisture in her crotch, in the fading light. Her face
was beautiful against the pillow. "Now you can
cooperate, Chrissy, and take it on your back like a
woman, or I mount you from behind like a beast!"
Chrissy didn't protest but her lips were pouting and
she began mewling and sobbing as Ted began a steady
thrust.
He didn't break her cherry with one enormous thrust,
but let her moistening pussy slowly impale itself on
him. When her cherry broke, Chrissy gasped, and kicked
her little feet in the air. Ted confidently grasped her
waist and pulled her the rest of the way onto his
shaft. I could hear Chrissy moaning into his chest as
he settled his weight on top of her. Her legs bent back
against her chest. My wife's breasts pressed against
Ted. Her feet kicked a little as he settled his ball-
sack against her ass.
Carol worked the buzzing dildo into my asshole. It
stretched and violated me as I watched my wife be
inseminated by my childhood bully. Carol must have
worked nine or ten inches of the thing into my gut. I
could feel it vibrating deep inside me. More duct tape
was used to hold the thing in place. I cried into my
gag as the tape was wound around my hips. The two then
got up, and laughing quietly, left the hotel room.
Ted pumped his cock in and out of my wife. The veined
shaft glistened with the moisture he pulled from her.
He wrapped her legs around his waist. Chrissy was
moaning and squirming but had surrendered to the fuck.
I heard him muttering to her, "Can you feel that
Chrissy?"
"Yes," she replied.
"Here, lift your legs so I can put it against your
cervix."
I saw her bend her knees again and point her toes, her
eyes went wide and her mouth opened in an "O" as he
impregnated her. "Oh, TED!" My wife cried.
They didn't separate. Ted pulled the covers over them
later, and I saw the shape of his ass humping the
covers up and down. I heard my wife cry out from
somewhere in there. I was reminded of the time when I
was little and peeked into my parent's bedroom to find
out what the squeaking noise was. My asshole was
stretched and pained. The vibrator continued to throb
in my belly.
I think I may have passed out. I could see the moon
outside. When I opened my eyes. Ted and Chrissy were
doing it slowly. He had her bent over, her young ass in
the air, and against him. I could see his balls
swinging between her legs. She didn't appear to be
fighting him anymore, or she had completely
surrendered. I remember seeing her arch her back as he
thrust forward and grunted again. She kicked her legs
again as he did this.
The door slammed. My wrists were free, (the tape was
cut). I hurriedly worked the damned duct tape off my
wrists and ankles, and extricated the dildo from my
butt. I had worn the batteries out. Sunlight was
streaming in. Chrissy and I were alone. I ran to the
bed and woke her to see if she were alright.
"Chrissy! CHRISSY! Wake up forgodsake! Are you okay?"
She moaned and rolled over, putting her arms around me
slowly. I pulled her into me and gently kissed her.
"I'm alright dear," she said, her voice sounded strange
to me. I kissed her and kissed her and ran my hands
around her. She felt wonderful. She smelled musky. I
could still smell Ted's aftershave or something on her.
Strangely, I found myself aroused by the thought of
what had just been done to her. I was kissing my lovely
new wife and feeling her bare, secret places for the
first time. She was kissing me back. I rolled myself on
top of her as we embraced. I confidently spread my
wife's thighs.
"Stop Joey!" she said. Then she smiled at me sweetly as
I stared agape at her. "Go get a condom from the
bathroom, please." She brushed some hair out of her
face. "B-but..." I stammered. "GO, get a Condom!" She
said, and then kissed my cheek.
I returned quickly with the condom, fumbled it on, then
tried to resume our former passion. She lay back,
calmly, as I slipped my gloved pecker into her pussy.
Even through the condom I could feel the heat and
incredible moisture of my brides love-tunnel. "Is it
all in?" She asked.
Two years later we had a little one-year old running
around the house. Chrissy is happy. Her family is
ecstatic. I am the breadwinner, and little else, it
seems. The kid is a brat already. Chrissy insists that
he looks like me. Ha! We always use condoms. (She has
always insisted on it)
To make matters worse, at the last big family
gathering, her folks suggested they would like to see
another grandchild.
 TAKE MY WIFE |
 FUCK ME |
Poster:
Shawn