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Wedding Breakfast
by Rose Eastmann (eastern_rose2@hotmail.com)
***
A story about a virgin's wedding and the first day of a
very surprising honeymoon in Barbados amongst the local
'big' men. (MMF, 1st, exh, intr, rom)
***
I'm Tracy; live in Essex, twenty years old and blond.
My parents Ray and Joan were very strict and made sure
that I didn't have any involvement with boys or
anything like that. There not religious or anything
just paranoid that I would be raped and murdered, they
sent me to an all girl's school and to be honest I was
quite good at school, found the work easy and it was a
very supportive environment. Dad took me to school
every morning of my school life and mum picked me up
every afternoon. it wasn't until I was fifteen that I
realised that they weren't being nice and saving me the
mile walk each way, they were preventing any possible
contamination from friends, girl or boy.
I went to the University of East Anglia (UEA) when I
was eighteen and mum and dad finally admitted defeat
and had to let me make my own decisions. I met Simon in
my first month he was in his final year and he was one
of the students that were giving guided tours of the
university at weekends.
My parents took the tour and I met them at the end,
they invited Simon to have a coffee with them and
because I was there, me. Simon was a perfect gentleman,
he hardly even acknowledged my presence, spending the
thirty minutes it took to drink the coffee playing up
to my mother and discussing deep issues with my father.
As my parents were settling the refreshment bill Simon
invited me to a party the next weekend. I was totally
thrown off balance, it was the first comment that Simon
had made directly to me since we met, I said yes even
though I didn't really know if I wanted to spend any
time with him at all.
As time went by Simon and I became friends, and I fell
in love with him at three o'clock one Saturday
afternoon, it was raining and we ducked into a small
café and over a jacket potato he told me all about his
life. I realised that his upbringing was so similar to
mine, his parents were 'high church' they kept him from
all temptation, no TV no Radio, no cinemas, he went to
a Catholic boarding school as a day boy, it was so
spooky how similar we were.
What I had taken for snobbery and standoffishness was
really shyness; he had taken the part time guide job at
the suggestion of his councilor as a way to overcome
his shyness. Over the following weeks I found that
Simon was really smart, wickedly funny and had an
amazing sense of humour. The end of year holiday came
all too fast, ten weeks at home in Essex with my
parents and Simon three hundred miles away in Newcastle
with his parents.
We telephoned each other most days just so that Simon
could tell me a joke, or relay something funny that
happened at church group. That long summer holiday I
realised just how much I missed Simons company. I had
decided that he was the man that I would like to lose
my virginity to but even though I had given him a lot
of hints during the final weeks of term there I was,
still a virgin. My mother brought my world crashing
down on me about half way through the holiday with a
simple comment "Is Simon getting a job in Newcastle or
is he going off to another university to do his post
graduate studies?"
We hadn't even talked about that, he had finished his
degree and there was no reason for him to return to
Norfolk at all. Simon had given up his flat as students
usually do over the long holiday break, I would have to
look for a flat at the start of my second year as the
dorms were only available for freshmen. I was on
tenterhooks until I could ring Simon and seek his
reassurance that we would still be together after our
holiday finished.
By the first day of the new term, I had been in Norfolk
for a week, getting my bed-sit ready, collecting my
course books from the university bookshop and generally
getting everything ready. Simon was still in Newcastle
and I was beginning to think that he had found himself
a job up there and was too frightened to tell me. I
went into the refectory on the first morning, I had
eaten breakfast at my bed-sit so didn't need to even go
in the refectory but I wanted to go to 'our' table,
drink a milky coffee and remember the last time Simon
and I sat there eleven weeks earlier.
I came to a dead stop as soon as I entered the room,
Simon was sitting at 'our' table, there were two full
breakfasts and two coffees, two plates of toast. My
mind was spinning through different scenarios but kept
returning to the fact that Simon was sitting there, at
'out' table having breakfast with someone else, there
was no one else sitting with him but the two breakfasts
spoke volumes. I looked quickly around the room, I
couldn't see Amanda, I knew that she had made a play
for Simon before he met me, couldn't see her.
Everyone in the refectory looked like school children,
obviously all freshers, so I assumed that Simon wasn't
with any of them. 'Girding up my loins', putting on my
bravest face, I bounced over to the table. Simon leapt
in the air, like a scalded cat I thought, he grabbed
hold of me in the tightest hug I had ever felt. "Where
have you been, your breakfast is stone cold?" he said,
he suddenly remembered where he was and put me down;
his face was scarlet with embarrassment.
I drank the cold coffee and there were actual tears in
my eyes at seeing him again. Simon was working in the
university, he had taken a lab assistant job so that he
could do a remote PhD with Edinburgh University and
still have access to the facilities he needed, like a
laboratory and university library but still be near to
me. He would have to visit his professor from time to
time but all of his research could be sent on the World
Wide Web for comments and criticism.
It was mid term, I had been throwing my self at Simon
so much that he must have thought that I was a sex
maniac or something. We had reached the heavy petting
stage; I had actually spent a few nights with him where
we had slept in the same bed together, he in his shorts
and me in my floor to ceiling flannel-et nighty.
Still I was a virgin, I had managed to have a climax
with him though, one night when the heavy petting left
me half naked, his fingers working through my bush,
eagerly seeking out my moist inner sanctum. Simon
brought me off and as I was opening the zipper on his
trousers he jumped up and ran out of the door. He was
stupid really, leaving like that as we were at his flat
and not my bed-sit. The next morning he telephoned me
early and asked me to meet him at the refectory for
breakfast.
I thought, "Ah well, I guess this is the end, he is
going to tell me that he can't possibly stay with such
a pervert as me."
Breakfast was nice, Simon was very shamefaced
apologising for letting things get so out of hand the
night before. We made small talk and Simon threw in a
comment that I almost missed. "Have you ever thought
how funny the term Wedding Breakfast is? Some people
have it at six or seven in the evening but it is still
called the wedding breakfast! What time should we have
our wedding breakfast?" There was about six hours of
pure silence while my poor excuse for a Babbage
comptometer worked through the calculations.
Simon sat with the broadest of grins on his face as the
little light symbol lit above my head. Are you asking
me what I think your asking me a blurted out, Simon
just nodded his head and his grin grew even wider.
Simon produced a small box from his pocket, the red
velvet liner inside supported a simple ring with a
single diamond, the ring looked very classical almost
antique. It had been his paternal great grandmother's
engagement ring that he had taken to be restored and
professionally cleaned.
There had been a small fillet of gold added to make the
ring big enough for me and as the jeweller couldn't
match the gold exactly Simon had him use a totally
contrasting coloured Welsh gold fillet used and it had
been crafted to look like an 'S' for Simon. I said yes
to his proposal and asked him if he had a date in mind
for the wedding and he told me that he thought it
should be a soon as possible so that I would stop
trying to tempt him.
As we chatted about things we both thought that as
having breakfast at our table had been such a central
part of our relationship that we should try to arrange
an early morning wedding and see if UEA would let us
hire the refectory for our wedding breakfast. After
some weeks of trying we realised that organising an
early morning wedding was only the start of our
problems. Simon and his parents wanted a Catholic
wedding service, I'm not at all religious and refused
to commit to agreeing to bring any children, that
blessed our union, up as Catholics. My parents wanted
me to have a civil wedding because of all the hypocrisy
involved in a religious ceremony.
I was almost at the point of saying no to the whole
idea of getting married, Simon was very good about
trying to meet everyone's needs especially mine and I
really wanted the day to be special for both of us. The
UEA chaplain, who we all called Charley, and he
couldn't have minded that very much as he went to every
party he was invited to in a bowler hat, small false
moustache and with a Chaplin style walking stick,
helped us in quite a unique way.
He arranged for an ex UEA student that had become a
priest and was a close personal friend of his to agree
to perform part of the wedding ceremony at the
university chapel with him. As he was a C of E chaplain
he could perform the legal part of the ceremony and
between them they could tailor the wedding to our joint
needs. We made the final arrangements in record time;
we hired a function room from Midnight on the day prior
to our wedding and had a massive all night party for
all of our friends and family.
I went to the party from Midnight to one am, Simon went
from one am to two am and so on, this meant that
neither of us met on the day before the actual wedding.
Three busses took all of our guests to the UEA campus
chapel for seven o'clock in the morning, other gusts
that hadn't been to the party also turned up at the
same time. Simon and the best man turned up at the
chapel on pushbikes, in top hat and tails and I arrived
shortly after in a horse drawn landau.
The two clerics performed a wonderful service for us
and our friends and family and the wedding finished at
eight o'clock. We all walked to the refectory where
Simons friends had built a small wooden stage which our
table had been placed on, it was unusual for there to
be three top tables in effect with Simon and I alone on
our raised platform. The wedding breakfast was just
that, full English with all the trimmings.
We did the traditional speech thing and were all
finished by ten o'clock, we had arranged for the
function room to be available all day for our guests to
drink, chat or dance as they wished. Simon and I walked
to our hotel which was only about two miles away much
to the delight of the other student that were up and
about at that time of the day. We were getting changed
to go back to the function room in our smart but casual
clothes when Simon, with his best 'Cheshire cat' grin
pounced on me.
I was just in my bra and panties and Simon was in his
boxers, we didn't bother pulling the blankets down or
even the counterpane, Simon kissed me all over and took
off my remaining clothing, and I reciprocated for him.
I had felt his cock in the past but I never dreamed
that it would look quite this big. He was almost nine
inches long and six inches around, he was extremely
excited and it took me only a few strokes of his
massive manhood to bring him to a gasping climax. He
fired off his sperm a good four feet, it splashed over
my right thigh and up my stomach diagonally and across
my left breast.
Simon worked his fingers deep into my vagina, I was
dripping with my natural lubrication as Simon worked my
clitoris hard, bringing me to an earth-shattering
climax. I thought that as we had both had a climax that
Simon would want to go back and join our friends and
family again but as soon as I had started to reach my
climax I noticed his little monster was growing again.
This surprised me as he had climaxed only a few minutes
earlier and he had fired off so much cum. I was about
to get off the bed when Simon pinned me down again, he
lifted his leg over my thighs so that both of my legs
were between his and he was now totally on top of me.
He was holding his upper body weight off of me on his
elbows and his cock was pressing between my tightly
clenched thighs. He was pressing his cock into my hairy
mound, then pulling back a little, then pressing
forward once more. Eventually his massive cock head
found its way to my vaginal opening, as he pressed
forward his cock head pressed between my outer lips a
few more pushes and his massive cock head was past my
outer lips and was opening my inner flower.
The friction caused by my thighs being so tightly
pressed together caused Simon to climax once more, as
he felt his cum flowing up his shaft he pressed hard
against my vagina, his cock-head was just inside my
inner lips and this pressure sealed the link between
us. As I felt his seed pumping into my vagina I reached
yet another climax, Simon was totally still except for
his cock jerking at the entrance to my vagina as he
delivered his seed into me.
Again I thought that would be the end of our first
session but Simon just lay there kissing me and paying
attention to my breasts. I felt his flaccid organ
starting to stir once more and as his blood pumped life
back into his cock he moved his legs so that they
opened my legs automatically. We had been fooling
around in the hotel room for almost an hour at this
point, I had had seven or eight wonderful orgasms and
Simon had had two massive ones. Simon was now between
my thighs in the classic missionary position.
His cock was still small and flaccid but it was
starting to grow. Simon once again pressed his cock
against my vagina but this time it was met by a large
quantity of his semen mixed with my natural lubrication
too. His soft phallus entered me easily and as he
continued working on my breasts with intermittent
kissing and nibbling his cock grew into me. It felt to
me just the same as it did when Simon had used his
fingers in the past but as he grew larger he was
pushing deeper inside me than any finger had ever been.
The pressure was starting to get quite intense as
Simons cock was nearing its full size. It had reached
the point where he wasn't going any further inside but
his hips were being pushed away from me. Simon lifted
himself up and looked deep into my eyes as he pulled
his massive cock slightly out of my pussy. Then he
pushed down with all of his might and I felt his cock
hit resistance then there was the intense feeling of
pain and of him suddenly rushing forward deeper into my
vagina. Simon had climaxed twice in less that an hour
and this time it took him an age to climax for his
third time.
I started a deep and intense orgasm as soon as Simon
had broken into my guarded place, and I was carried
along from one orgasmic crest to the next for almost
forty minutes. When Simon eventually climaxed for his
third time he actually produced little volume but it
all went deep onto my womb. We lay there for the
longest time just cuddling each other with Simons cock
growing soft inside my vagina as his seed swam on its
way deeper into my body.
When we finally broke our embrace and Simon lifted his
body from on top of mine, I moved slightly but the
counterpane was stuck to my bottom. Simon helped to
free me from it and the reason I was attached to the
counterpane was the dried blood from Simon breaking in
through my hymen and a rather large amount of our joint
fluid that we had passed during the almost three hours
of sexual excitement.
The bed was a total mess and I didn't really want to
come back from the party to such a mess, Simon used the
pin from his buttonhole carnation to attach a twenty-
pound note to the stain on the counterpane with a note
of apology. As we left the hotel to rejoin our friends
Simon asked the receptionist if housekeeping could
straighten our room for us while we were out.
At the party Simons mother asked him where he had been
for the last three hours and Simon told her that he was
wasting no time in putting a baby into my stomach to
give her her first grandchild as soon as possible. And
with that comment ringing in my ears we danced till
midnight. When we eventually returned to our hotel room
the room was once again in a pristine condition and a
note held down by two crossed long stemmed roses said,
"You are most welcome, please come again!"
I have to say that in one way I was glad that I was a
virgin for our wedding day but also I realised that I
had missed so much.
After the Wedding
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After the unconventional start to my married life, I
thought the honeymoon was going to be a little bit of
an anticlimax. After all nothing could ever compare
with the three-hour session that ended my virginity on
the way from the wedding breakfast to the party. We
flew out of Gatwick airport two days after the wedding
on a wonderfully old British West Indies Airways DC10.
Right up to the point of handing in my passport at the
main luggage check in desk I didn't know where we were
heading.
Barbados was a wonderful surprise, I had never even
dreamed of going to a place so exotic in my life. We
settled down to an eleven-hour flight, it was over
night and after takeoff we were fed and watered and the
crew brought blankets and pillows around so that we
could try to sleep. The lights were dimmed and the film
started playing, within an hour there was no movement
on the plain apart from the movement of Simons hand
between my thighs. The crew had all gathered in the
forward galley and were chatting and eating their meal,
I fetched a drink of water from them and they looked
almost as sleepy as the passengers.
When I returned Simon took the cup of water off of me
and took me by the hand to the rear galley, it was
totally disserted and the one toilet back there had a
sign on the door that it was out of order. Simon pulled
me into the toilet and he dropped his trousers, he sat
on the toilet seat and pulled me astride his lap, he
didn't even take my panties off, he simply hooked the
elastic to one side and filled my void with his monster
appetite.
We played like that for about an hour, almost five
miles high, and that wasn't near as high as I got with
my orgasms. I realised I was making a hell of a lot of
noise as I reached orgasmic peak after orgasmic peak,
but I was totally lost in the moment of sexual ecstasy.
As we departed our small trysting place there was a
stewardess working in the galley, I looked back in time
to see her removing the out of order sign and the
toilet free light illuminated, we sat back in our seats
and Simon said, "That was a pleasant way to while away
an hour!"
We slept until breakfast was served, and with just one
hour left until we were due to land at Grantly Addams
International airport. The stewardess that had closed
the toilet for us came and spoke to Simon, he grinned
and led me by the hand to the rear galley once again,
this time the toilet wasn't out of order, Simon pulled
my panties off and placed them in a draw to the right
of the small galley sink, I tried to stop him, they
were dirty and stained with our collective cum juice.
Simon lifted me up and sat me on the work surface, he
knelt down and started to eat my pussy, I tried to push
him away, I just knew that I was very messy down there,
I had after all just sat with his seed in there for
several hours. Then my first orgasm overtook me and I
reasoned if he didn't mind then who was I to want to
stop him. The stewardess coughed a little cough at the
other side of the curtain separating galley from
passengers. Simon pulled my skirt down to cover my
dignity; she walked through the curtain followed by
another passenger. She asked Simon if I was feeling any
better and Simon assured her that I was fine now. We
both ran back to our seats giggling like school
children.
The terminal at Grantly Addams is something else, there
were hundreds of people milling about all over the
place, when our luggage started its slow journey around
the conveyor belt I realised we had been standing there
for almost thirty minutes and the queue at customs and
immigration hadn't moved at all, huge long ribbons of
hot and grumpy holidaymakers trying to get to some form
of air-conditioning. Simon spotted our bags almost as
soon as they entered the room, he pointed to them, I
was expecting him to tell me he could see them but he
didn't say a single word.
He turned to walk toward the customs area and I was
confused, was I expected to fight my way to the front
and drag two heavy bags from the conveyer, then I
noticed a large Barbadian had one of our bags in each
of his massive hands. He had a bright red baseball cap
on his head and he took our bags to a sack barrow then
he was running to catch up to Simon, I had to walk
quickly too, Simon walked past the long queue and the
red cap managed to get to the desk a fraction of a
second in front of Simon. The customs officer didn't
even look at us as we followed our bags past his desk,
the immigration officer looked at both of our
passports, took a form out of each and stamped a piece
he had left in them.
We were out in the car park within seconds of our
baggage entering the terminal, a large old American car
lumbered to a stop by our side and the red cap placed
our bags in the boot. Simon was sitting in the front
seat and the driver was holding the back door open for
me, as I sat down I wished I had followed my plan. I
was going to take fresh panties from my case and pop
into the ladies toilet to putt hem on but that plan
went out of the window in the whirlwind that was our
passage through the arrivals lounge.
The reason I wish I had followed my plan was that as I
sat down in the low car the driver could plainly see my
hairy bush. As we pulled away from the airport Simon
introduced me to George and George to me. On the drive
to the villa George and Simon made small talk, mostly
about the villa and an apartment block that was having
trouble with building permits. As we entered the
gateway into the villas grounds I was struck by the
size and beauty of the place. Six bedrooms three
reception rooms, staff annex and private pool. The
housekeeper greeted us calling Simon by name and
kissing him on each cheek, she looked me over as if I
were an interloper, and her welcome to me was cooler
than the air-conditioning in the entrance lobby.
I was really exhausted and went into the bedroom to
catch up on a little of my lost sleep. I stopped in my
tracks as I was about to close the curtains, I turned
to my right, I hadn't imagined it, there on the bedroom
wall was a half life sized painting of Simon's parents.
I rushed out to find Simon playing by the pool with the
housekeeper's children, and they were calling him uncle
Simon. I changed into a shoestring bikini and lay on a
sun longer by the pool, eventually falling asleep,
there were lots of questions that I needed Simon to
answer for me but for now sleep was more important.
I had a very vivid erotic dream, there were five men
watching me laying in the nude in the sun, watching
Simon opening my legs and taking photographs of my
nudity, bringing the camera lens right up close to my
pussy, the men were talking in what seemed to be half
French half English dialect. The sun had passed behind
the villa when I awoke, I was actually totally nude,
Simon had at some point untied the bikini and it lay on
the floor at my side. Simon walked past at that moment,
followed by a group of Barbadians; Simon was nude as
well as were the other five men. I had though that
Simon was extremely well blessed in the lower front
interesting department but he was as a child compared
to one of the black guys that was following on Simons
heals.
He was totally flaccid but was bigger by far in that
state than Simon was fully rampant. "Ah! Tracey, I'm
glad you have decided to join us". It was Simon talking
but I couldn't look at him, as I was totally distracted
by something hanging between the legs of a black god.
"It's a pity you awoke when you did I haven't had time
to wrap your 'welcome to Barbados' present for you
yet," Simon said, "I'm still not looking at him."
Simon handed the big fellow a condom and told him to
wrap my present for me, the guy opened the packet and
skinned the condom on to his still flaccid cock, as
soon as his hand left his cock it started to grow, it
seemed to have a life of it's own, and now he was
standing, rampant in front of me, he was bigger than
ten inches and he was at least four inches round, he
moved slowly toward me, his huge cock swaying in rhythm
with his steps.
He opened my thighs and knelt on the sun longer between
my legs, he grasped his massive cock in one hand and
pressed its head against my vagina, he had to push hard
to get his cock started on its path inside of me but I
was almost peeing with my lubricating fluid.
He managed to get his cock half way inside of me and
then started to build up his speed, I was chaining my
orgasms one after the other, I was screaming out loud
every time he pushed deeper into my cunt. Eventually I
could cum no more, the sun was gone and the poolside
was in darkness, I had to all intense and purpose
passed out from the sheer pleasure. When I came to my
senses once more, he was still pounding his meat into
me.
I looked up and there were eight sets of eyes watching
me being royally fucked, my present started to breath
heavily and he was finally still, I looked between our
bodies and saw his manhood shrinking back from its
target, I realised he was almost totally inside of me
by the time he had finished with me. As he retracted
his rubber covered cock from my wildly distended and
abused pussy I noticed there was what looked like half
a pint of his cum in the rubber, he removed it and tied
the end, Simon said that Leroy was so fertile that half
the women on the island would be pregnant by morning if
he didn't tie that sucker tight.
After the exertions of the afternoon I decided to
shower and dress for dinner, the cool water felt
wonderful on my skin, I played the showerhead against
my tortured pussy lips and that felt wonderful. I dried
myself and put on white cotton panties, not the sexiest
of my collection but they felt wonderfully cool. Simon
walked out of the bathroom at this point and asked me
if I would do something for him while we were on our
honeymoon and be naked for him whenever we were at the
villa. I pointed out that there were rather a lot of
people around; there were six members of staff that I
had seen so far.
Simon told me that he appreciated that but that
everyone would love to see me in the nude, as I was so
gorgeous and that it would mean that we could make love
at any time we wanted to. I pointed out that that
wasn't a selling point to me, and that the number of
people that had watched me open my present earlier
worried me. Simon smiled and said that he didn't think
it looked like I had minded at the time. "OK! I'll
traipse around the house in the nude if that's what you
would like me to do!"
We had dinner by the pool, the electric lighting had
been turned off and six open flame oil lamps had been
mounted on top of thick bamboo poles placed around the
outside of the table. They created a brilliant lighting
effect around the table, very low and intimate; I
thought that this was going to be the most romantic
meal I had ever had. When Simon joined me he had three
of the men with him that had watched me enjoy my
present in the afternoon. They were all naked, all four
men were flaccid but all looked around the same size in
the area that mattered most.
All four men were charming, and most attentive to me,
the Barbarians actually took turns in serving the food
and even though there were three more people than I
would have expected to be involved in a romantic meal,
that's just what it turned out to be. Simon watched
proudly as the three black men each took turns in
flirting with me. After the meal was over Le-Roy put a
classical music CD and asked me to dance with him, the
tune was a basic waltz but even that was beyond my
dance capabilities.
Le-Roy persisted and almost carried me to the open
space left after the table had been cleared away, Le-
Roy was explaining the basic steps to me and we managed
to actually dance a few steps before that track ended.
I thanked Le-Roy and started to walk back towards
Simon, Matt stopped me and returned me to the pool of
light.
The tune that was playing wasn't in the same time as
the waltz but that didn't matter, Matt and I just
danced slowly together, what my mother used to call the
shuffle dance. Dancing closely with a relative stranger
is somewhat exciting but add to that heady mixture that
we were both naked too and the force was quite
explosive. As we circled and pirouetted, together
Matt's flaccid cock was rubbing against my thigh, each
time he pressed it against me it grew a little and a
few times when we altered position it rubbed across my
abdomen, leaving a faint trail of his precum behind. By
the end of that dance Matt was fully erect and I was
quite hot too.
John was the third black guy left, he was standing by
one of the oil lamps, I didn't follow Matt to the
seating as I expected that John would only tow me back
again. The tune was a more complex waltz but I could
follow the timing and John and I danced a reasonable
waltz to the end of the tune. I held my hand out to
Simon, inviting him to join me in the next dance but he
declined my offer. Le-Roy jumped up though and we
danced a shuffle to a very old piece of music that I
could remember from some point in my past.
Almost as soon as Le-Roy's cock touched my thigh it was
full of blood, I could feel the heat inside of it. As
we danced I let a hand slip from Le-Roy's waste and he
turned slightly so that his cock was touching my
fingers. I lowered my head to his shoulder and my blond
hair cascaded over his shoulder and down his back, my
fingers closed on his manhood almost as a reflex
action. Le-Roy took this act on my part as a bit of a
green light and his hand wandered down to my naked
bottom. He squeezed and patted my bum as we danced; I
was still cradling his heavy manhood in my fingers.
The music was nearing it's close and Le-Roy pulled his
hips back slightly removing his cock from my gentle
grasp and when he pressed forward again his cock was
lined up with my pussy. It nuzzled in between my thighs
and this brought my head off of his shoulder in
surprise. As the tune ended Le-Roy kissed me, his cock
shaft was pressing along the length of my opening but
he made no attempt to insert it in me. I looked toward
Simon, I was expecting him to be on his feet, walking
over to stop Le-Roy in his tracks, but he sat smiling
towards me, and as the music ended Simon clapped
vigorously.
I danced for almost two hours alternating between the
three Black men, Simon watched intently but never once
attempted to dance with me. As the time went on each of
my dance partners got a little more forward and a
little more explicit with me. It was almost eleven pm
and Simon called an end to the dancing, "Time for bed I
think!" He said.
I thanked all the guys for the dance and giving me a
wonderful time, each kissed me on the hand and went
through to the main sitting room. I danced my way to
the side of Simon's chair, he was still sitting down
and he reached out to me, he pulled me on to his lap
and his fingers searched out my pussy. His finger
slipped inside me with no resistance at all, "you feel
very excited darling" he said, and he asked me which of
his friends had excited me the most.
I admitted that Le-Roy had probably been most
responsible for my current excitement. Simon and I
walked through the living room, the three dancers were
all drinking brandy from huge balloon glasses, Simon
patted Le-Roy on the shoulder and we walked on to the
bedroom. There was no preparation needed, we were both
nude, all that was needed was a pee and on to bed. I
flushed the toilet and walked back into the bedroom
Simon and Le-Roy were waiting for me, the bedding had
all been removed leaving only a bottom sheet.
My heart was pounding so much that I thought I was
about to have a heart attack, I was extremely aroused
from all the dancing and attention and now I had two
very well endowed men waiting in my bed for me. Simon
invited me to lay between him and Le-Roy; he turned me
to face him so that I was on my side with Le-Roy behind
me. Le-Roy pushed the fingers of one hand between my
thighs and lifted one of my legs in to the air, Simon
was kissing me deeply, lots of tongue, and I felt his
manhood reach out to my vaginal flower. Le-Roy was
kissing the back of me neck and along my shoulder while
Simon kissed me on my lips.
Simon was fucking me, he wasn't particularly trying to
satisfy me, there was little force or speed, it was
like my vagina was being used by Simon to masturbate
himself with. There was little of the passion, or
fervour that I had come to expect from Simon in our
short sexual relationship. I felt him flood my womb as
he climaxed, depositing his seed deep inside of me.
Simon held himself inside me and reached for a condom
packet from the bedside table, he passed this to Le-Roy
and I could hear as Le-Roy rolled the rubber down his
shaft. The bed bounced slightly as Le-Roy shuffled
closer to my back.
I felt his cock pressing between my thighs and then it
found it's mark, Simon was still blocking my entrance
and as Le-Roy's cock pressed against Simons cock Simons
relinquished 'pole position' and Le-Roy slid inside of
me. Because of the size of Le-Roy's cock and it's
rubber casing as he slowly pushed his cock deep inside
of me it felt like a pump, he was driving Simons seed
deeper into my womb with every push. I built up to a
slow climax as Le-Roy was fucking me so slowly and so
gently but when it finally arrived it shook my whole
being. My leg muscles were in spasm and I was jerking
uncontrollably.
Le-Roy held me tightly around my waist and he turned on
to his back while I was still impaled on his love
shaft. I was now laying on top of him with my back to
him, Simon moved so that he could see my pussy grasping
hold tightly of Le-Roy's cock shaft. Simon leaned
forward and started to lick at my clitoris, Le-Roy put
his hands under my armpits and lifted my weight off of
him. Then holding me slightly suspended he started to
fuck up into my pussy with extreme speed and force,
that coupled with Simons ministrations on my clit,
totally blew my mind, I lapsed into unconsciousness.
I woke up, alone, it was three o'clock in the morning
and I had quite a hunger pang. I padded through the
villa searching for Simon or a snack or both; I opened
a box on the coffee table in the living room, expecting
it to contain chocolates. The box had about a hundred
condoms in it, I thought that that was funny, condom
boxes are usually colourful, they need to be inviting
to the potential purchaser. These though were plain
without even a manufacturers name on the condom packet
even, I found a slip of paper inside, this warned that
the condoms were for people with an allergy to the
spermicide usually used in condoms.
The waning stated that the condoms were only protection
from STD's and they could make no claim to actually
prevent pregnancy. I eventually found the doorway into
the staff annex and reasoned that the food at least
would be in that area. I walked along a corridor and
passed an open doorway where the room was fully lit, I
peeked in the room and saw a very large screen TV. A
young man sat watching the TV monitor, the back of his
shirt emblazoned with 'BRIDGETOWN SECURITY SERVICES'
The oversized TV had six simultaneous views of the
house and grounds, this view altered periodically. I
watched silently for a short time and I saw the
poolside on one of the small sections of the main
screen, it was in total darkness apart from the
underwater lighting, creating a beautiful green glow
all over the terrace. In the centre of the image was
the sun longer where I had my welcome present earlier
that day.
I cleared my throat and the young man almost leaped out
of his skin; he turned toward me and said. "Good
evening madam, is there anything that I can do for you?
Would you like me to get the housekeeper for you?" I
shook my head and walked into the room, behind the door
there was a huge electronics panel with a seventeen-
inch flat screen computer monitor and built in
keyboard, there were many other controls on the console
too. I asked the guard what the large panel was for, he
explained that all the TV cameras in the house and
grounds had individual computer hard disks, they were
large enough to hold fifty hours of filming before they
automatically placed the newest picture over the
oldest.
He was very proud that this system was the most
advanced security system in the whole Caribbean. There
was even an extra level of storage that took one
picture in twenty-five of the old video just before it
was erased and held that as individual single pictures
that would last over a year before needing to be
overwritten. I asked if the film could be watched at
the same time as the new pictures were being recorded,
and he nodded his head. I asked him to put the poolside
recording on the monitor and asked if he could show me
around three pm at the poolside.
The image was playing within seconds, there was a bar
at the bottom of the screen with a table of numbers, I
recognised the time and date, there was a number that
was like a running total, increasing at about a hundred
each four seconds. There was a number one in the bottom
left hand corner that occasionally jumped to two or
three, I asked what that number was, and it was the
number of times a frame had been accessed. I asked him
to fast-forward the video and he did, I ran on the
screen at sixty miles an hour and leaped onto the sun
longer. I asked him to start normal speed and there I
was in my new black string bikini. The number in the
bottom left hand corner was now around the twenty to
thirty showing that this section of the film had been
viewed far more than the rest.
I noticed Simon approaching with his group of friends
all naked as they were when I woke up, and the viewer
counter was now at one hundred, the guard pressed pause
as Simon reached my side. "I don't think it would be
correct for me to watch this with you" the guard said.
I looked over the console and noticed a slot that was
standard video sized, I asked if the picture could be
loaded down onto a standard videotape and he just
nodded his head. I put my hands on my hips and said,
"Well!"
So he took a new blank cassette from his cupboard and
popped it in the recorder, he set the controls to
record in single play mode and I noticed a new item on
the bottom bar it had a capital R and a new number. I
was expecting to see a one in the box but there was the
number fifteen instead, as the mechanism took hold of
the tape the number tripped over to sixteen. The guard
turned off the monitor screen and asked me if I would
like a coffee or anything, I asked for directions to
the kitchen and made my way there.
I made two simple sandwiches and two coffees, collected
the milk and sugar and returned to the security office.
I had been gone about fifteen minutes, I handed the
guard the tray and he handed me the tape. I asked how
long there was recorded on the tape and he told me
there was three hours. I looked puzzled and he told me
the computer worked at electronic speed rather than
viewing speed so the recording only took one tenth of
the time. I put the milk and sugar into my cup and took
that, the sandwich and the tape and wandered back to
the living room.
In the living room there was a complete entertainment
system, which Le-Roy had used to play the dance music
earlier, there was a video player but I couldn't see a
TV. I popped the tape into the player and pressed the
play button, I almost jumped out of my skin as a
projector screen lowered its self from the ceiling.
There was some sort of projector in the middle of the
room that had lowered down from the ceiling too. As
soon as the screen stopped moving the projector burst
into a full colour picture about eight feet high and
twelve feet wide the bar was still part of the image
and the R number started to count up too, it stopped at
twenty. The view on the screen was covering almost all
the poolside and I was just a small part of the
picture.
Simon walked to my side and he shook me gently on my
shoulder but I was too deeply asleep to respond to him.
Then he slid his hand under my back and when he pulled
it out again my bikini top was open, he pulled that off
and the camera started to zoom in to me. As my breasts
came into view they filled the whole screen, the camera
backed off a little in time to show the moment that
Simon untied the strings at the side of my panties and
uncovered my bushy mound to his friends. He carefully
opened my thighs and opened my outer lips to show
everyone deep inside my body.
I couldn't hear anything that was being said of course
but there seemed to be a lot of whispered banter
flowing back and forth. Simon started to masturbate
himself while one of his friends inserted a finger into
my pussy slowly, the camera zoomed in on the finger and
my vagina filled the screen, my pussy, was a bright red
gash that was eight feet tall and five feet wide. The
finger was suddenly missing and the R number went to
thirty, just then a cock, which looked like a small car
on the screen popped into view.
I could see that Simon was still masturbating himself
and as his sperm started to flood out of him he leaned
forward and pressed his cock against my opening and
filled my pussy while I slept. The screen suddenly went
blank and started to retract into the ceiling, Simon
was standing there with the remote control in his hand.
He was dressed in a very smart suit and brushed off my
request for him to tell me where he had been and why he
had left me alone on the first night of our honeymoon.
He led me back to our bedroom and told me to finish the
drink I had taken to bed with me after our dancing
session. I had only drank about an inch out of the tall
glass of fruit punch cocktail before getting into bed,
leaving five inches in the glass, I swallowed it all
down at Simons insistence, leaving only a drop in the
bottom. Simon took the glass and swirled the last drop
around the bottom of the glass and passed it back to me
to finish off.
That last mouthful was almost bitter unlike the rest of
the sweet drink; I drifted off to sleep and didn't wake
up until lunchtime the next day.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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Kristen's collection - Directory 54