Honeymoon Shock

Everyone's attention turned to the woman. Long seconds were marked by the omnipresent reggae beat.

Daniel looked at them. What was going on ?

She said she wanted to stay. Green vest said. I'll make sure she gets back OK ... I just dunno what time.' His finger pointed to the door. 'Hotel's that way.' He wanted the man gone, out of the way. The young wife looked hard at her husband. Surely he wouldn't leave her here with these guys ?

'I'll get her back in one piece,' he assured an anxious Daniel.

Green vest looked at Clara and said "Tell your husband you want him to leave, you know that's what you want"

She froze. She could tell by the way he looked at her this had just got real serious.

She said nothing. Green vest pushed his hand further up her legs until it touched her pussy. "Tell him" he barked.

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.

Clara looked right at her new husband and whispered "Please leave now"

His eyes dull from her words. What had they done to her while he was out of the room ?

Green vest looked at him again and said "You heard the lady, get out now".

Without another word he took one last look at his new young bride and turned and walked out.

Now she was all alone with them.

The buttons of the dress were soon undone, her pale, long-nippled breasts exposed. Now they had her alone they were going to waste no time in getting what they wanted from this young woman.

They pulled at her clothes while undressing themselves. There hands seemed to be all over her. She was young and no match for the guys she had been left alone with. Within minutes her hands ski poled two large cocks, while Short Hair, standing at her shoulder, slowly stroked his own solid erection. Clara squirmed her backside, opening her legs as wide as the chair allowed to offer her freshly married pussy 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. ' She made her husband leave. Now look at it. Married two days ago she said ...'

He watched as a long black cock was offered to her young month. While Clara's pink tongue was made to trace 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 ...'

Clara gasped, the mushroom-shaped cock-head dropping from her lips. She eyed the barman looking at what was going on. Lust boiled inside her. There was no going back now. This was well past the point of no return. Clara was going to get fucked now. She'd committed herself to the act when she asked her husband to leave and there would be no holding back. 3 black men. 3 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 3 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 massive thing into me? Are you just going to tickle my pussy all night with your fingers ?

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. He'd met women like this before, usually middle-aged bitches who wanted to walk on the dark side, but she was so much younger 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 young woman.

He pulled her legs wide apart and moved between them, hauling her bodily, hands around her hips, into position. 'Hold the chair steady, '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. He had her completely pinned into the position he wanted her. Clara's eyes were wide as she looked at up at him. She gazed downwards to see him holding the tip of his bare black cock at her young and newly married opening. 'I'm gunna split you in two,' he said.

Clara shouted out "A condom please a condom"

Nothing was spoken in return to her plea.

As she stared down at the monster cock that was being offer to her young tightness, Green vest thrust with all his might. The naked black cock powered it's way into Clara's tight young white hole.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH" She cried out. She looked up, raising her chin from her chest, awkwardly wall-eyed in that position. He really was going to try his best to split her in half. Clara heard an indeterminate mutter from the others, and then blanked out all that was happening around her, concentrating instead upon the sensation of being filled with black 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". He was long and thick and ready to give Clara what she didn't want. 'He's gonna dump a load inside her.' one of the other guys shouted. Clara wide eyed heard this and started to buck under him in an attempt to make him withdraw. But there was no getting away from his grasp.

'Do it to her, another hissed, accent thickening with his excitement.

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. Clara yelled out, "Please no". 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, and with a load grunt squirting his potent black sperm 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 freshly taken 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. It was to late now. She had taken a large load of cum right into her unprotected womb.

She looked around the room and with a shy soft voice said '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,' Clara moaned to the man who'd reached her first. 'You conned me into being here, make it up to me now.'

The next man dug his 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,' she moaned. 'Stir that porridge.'

A few short stabs later and he 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?'

Who wants to shot into my womb next ?

'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. 'Come on, boys,'Do you want another go" ? '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 smiled at her. I wouldn't worry about what he says about tonight. I would worry about what he is going to say when you tell him we have bred his new bride. Clara left knowing that could be the case. She was unprotected and had taken several loads of potent cum deep into her belly. Only time would tell.