Young Bride *****
I let out a loud gasp as he went in. At first it was almost hurting, and then he kept going and buried his cock as he laid down but not all the way because my hands were tied across my chest.
His penis felt so different from my husband, so much more, and then it hit me as I remembered, this man is not wearing a rubber! For the first time I was being fucked without a rubber! Then he began ****** me right next to my husband on our marriage bed.
I tried to think of other things but couldn't because the man was large and was ****** me vigorously. The bed was shaking he was doing it so hard and I heard my husband starting to cry.
EroticWriter
True news story revised and added to March 2018 by EroticWriter. Read all
the way down for a changed version. Also, I added photos and much more
text to the policewoman interview. As a bonus boner, I have added a short
story about the man who owns her first black cock. This is the story I updated
and enhanced in March 2018.
Note readers. This is a news report EXACTLY as it was placed on line from S. Africa. With that headline: in that size since I cut and pasted it. Honeymoon bride *****. Had to go back in and cut the word 'Honeymoon' out in the caption because it became abbreviated on the front page.
I cut and pasted the news report and have not added or changed ONE word. Notice how detailed the report is. It reads almost like a porn story. The reporter goes into details about how the new bride was attacked in her wedding bed. It even includes her comments about her husband having used a rubber before the rapists fucked her bareback.
There is even a line in italics supposedly spoken by the bride, where she says she will not become another statistic, but she already is.
Something to think about, her husband possibly never having been into her bareback, and these men come in and enjoy her pussy skin to skin. The bride describes how she got noisy and her husband 'thought' she was enjoying it. She is supposedly denying it, but was she enjoying it? Read it and see what you think.
After you have finished reading the actual news report, you can go on and read my version of what I think maybe really happened. In other words, I turned it into a porn story that might be close to the truth. .
Since this attack was reported to the police, there had to be an interview/investigation, so I also added my thoughts on how that went.
Note: In real life, women do not like to be *****.
Honeymoon bride *****
A BRITISH bride has been gang-***** only two days into her honeymoon in front of her weeping husband.
She was asleep in bed with her 25-year-old husband when four black robbers stormed in at 2am.
The couple had their hands and feet tied up as they laid naked. Two of the men fondled the woman as they were tying her.
One thug ripped off her rings, necklace and ear-rings. Then, as three men ransacked the house the couple were staying in, the fourth attacked the helpless woman as her husband lay next to her.
Last night she said bravely: I can't sleep and I can't eat. Two nights ago I was a virgin and now this. My husband had been using a rubber and I worry about being impregnated by one of the rapists, but if it happened this will not break up our marriage.
I will come out strong on the other side. I will not become another statistic of South Africa's crime rate.
The woman told how she was attacked in Bonaero Park, Johannesburg, just days after her wedding.
She said: We were lying in bed at about 2am. The next moment I saw a hand against the wall at the light switch. One of the men came back and dragged me towards him by the feet. He spread my legs wide apart, explored me with his fingers for a minute and then he ***** me in our bed, right next to my husband.
I turned my head away and tried to think of other things but I couldn't because the man was quite large and was ****** me vigorously. The bed was shaking he was doing it so hard and I heard my husband starting to cry. I guess I was being noisy because he was doing it so hard and deep and my husband thought I was enjoying being *****.
When he finished he stayed on me, in me for a while longer like he was planning on doing it twice. He was moving his hips but I guess he used himself up the first time because he couldn't get it hard again.
As he was getting off of me another man entered the room. They spoke to each other in an African language and laughed. Then the second man got between my legs. He began fondling my breasts and I could see that he was ready to go as he prepared to take aim and he too ***** me right beside my husband. Fortunately I was quite wet inside from the first man because the second man was even larger.
I was grunting from the force of his deep strokes and gasping because he was sort of knocking the wind out of me and my husband again thought I was enjoying it and started crying. When he finally climbed off of me there was quite a mess on the sheets.
I was expecting the other two to come in and **** me and thank goodness they didn't come back into the bedroom.
The robbers emptied a safe and took a 9mm pistol.
They also stole £1,000-worth of South African rand given to the couple as a wedding gift.
The gang escaped in the couple's pick-up truck, which they later dumped in the township of Tembisa.
Police said the victims managed to free themselves and call for help. The husband, whose father lives in South Africa, and his new wife had been renting the house for an extended honeymoon but may now return to Britain.
She said: I've asked my husband to burn our bed, but he thinks we should just leave the country. It's the only way we can get over this and start to rebuild our lives.
A Johannesburg police spokesman said: This was a vicious and nasty attack. Both victims have been traumatized.
Last year a 29-year-old British woman was gang-***** in the Kruger National Park. A motorist who tried to help her was shot dead.
EroticWriter again. So there you have it readers. What did you think? I didn't change anything from the original. I'm amazed that a news report would go into such detail about the size of the rapists cocks and detail using her words what they did to the bride.
It's possible the writer was black and wanted to do some bragging on his race. Just speculation. The victim might not have been too happy about that report. The one liner at the end about another woman being ***** and a bystander killed was in the report and I left it.
I'm going to take the same report and add my thoughts as to what might have really happened below. Note readers. This is not to imply that women enjoy being *****, and especially not in the manner described, in front of their helpless husbands. Just fantasy. OK?
Honeymoon bride *****
A BRITISH bride has been gang-***** only two days into her honeymoon in front of her weeping husband.
The blonde woman was asleep in bed with her 25-year-old husband when four black robbers stormed in at 2am.
The couple had their hands and feet tied up as they laid naked. One of the men pointed at the husband's cock and said something in an African dialect and it might have been a comment about how shriveled up his cock looks.
The husband was later heard to say to an investigating policeman that he was embarrassed because his penis was looking so small because of fright.
Two of the men fondled the woman as they were tying her and since she has a nice set of D cups, they were getting nice handfuls. It is possible the men had never seen a true blonde because they seemed to be quite interested in her pussy with the golden curls. Both men took advantage of the opportunity to finger her pussy and one even licked her juices off his finger and laughed over it.
As the second man started testing her pussy with his finger, the first thug ripped off her rings, necklace and matching ear-rings. He then left to join the two men who were searching the house for loot. Then, as three men ransacked the house the couple were staying in, the fourth climbed onto the mattress and attacked the helpless woman as her husband lay next to her.
Last night she said bravely: I can't sleep and I can't eat. Two nights ago I was a virgin and now this. My wonderful husband had been using a rubber from the first time on, and now I have to worry about being impregnated by one of the rapists, but if it happened this will not break up our marriage.
I will come out strong on the other side. I will not become another statistic of South Africa's crime rate.
The woman told how she was attacked in Bonaero Park, Johannesburg, just two days after her wedding.
She said: We were lying naked and tied up in bed at about 2am. The four men were out there somewhere, and we could hear them opening and closing drawers, probably looking for more things to steal.
All I was concerned about is that they would just leave the house and leave us alone. I wasn't too worried about items in the house but we had been given a bit of money for our wedding and I hated losing that.
Then it got quiet and we began to think they all had left, but I guess maybe only two of the four left based on what happened next
I was struggling to undo my bonds and the next moment I saw a hand against the wall at the light switch. One of the men came back into the room and dragged me towards him by the feet. They must have come into the house with ropes ready and tied us up, so my legs were together at the ankles.
He needed to open my legs of course to do his dirty so he undid the ropes and spread my legs wide apart. He was grinning at seeing me opened up like that on my back and I heard my husband sort of whimper at knowing what was about to happen.
The man explored me with his fingers for a minute and at first, when he put a finger in, I was a bit dry, just like I had been the first time around. But he kept running his finger back and forth, in and out and at the same time he was using his left hand to fondle my breasts, mostly my right one which was easier for him to reach, and I felt myself become wet.
I think I might have been making noises as he fingered me harder and deeper, and all I could think about is my poor husband is seeing and hearing this.
I think that he knew he had to get me wet and ready first because when he dropped his pants I gasped at what I saw. It was huge looking to me, larger than my husband by far. It had the color, his skin, of what looked like chocolate fudge.
From beside me I heard my husband whisper "No No not that” as the man crawled onto the bed and got between my legs.
About that cock nicknamed 'No no not that.'
(Readers, below, see the chocolate cock she is talking about shown
in a photo taken by a white man a few days before as the black man
was being prepared to fuck another white man's redheaded wife.
The hand holding the cock is her husband's, and his boss is the man who took the photo. As a matter of fact, though the wife did not know it, her husband was paying the black man to fuck his lovely and innocent wife.
Because her husband was going out of town and into the countryside to find a black man who would never be running into his wife around town, the black man he chose probably would not speak English.
Because of the language barrier, the husband had also brought along a friend, his boss, to do some interpreting during the bartering.
"You know, don't you," the boss said, "that a black man might have a cock bigger than yours."
"Yes, I know. That's what I want to see, her with someone larger than..." he hesitated, not really wanting to admit it to his boss, then finished. "someone larger than my maybe smaller than average cock."
"Smaller than average? So how much do you have, just out of curiosity?"
"I guess, since you'll be there, you'll be seeing my cock so I might as well admit it, about five inches."
"That's all you have," the boss asked, surprised to hear his employee admit to having a small cock?
His employee hung his head. "Yes, I'm not well hung and I've always wondered, wanted to see my wife get bigger, and a black man might be more exciting."
"Why not let me fuck her? I've got more than five..."
The employee looked horrified. "Let you..? My boss? Oh no, I would have to come to work everyday and know that you had her. It has to be someone strange, out of town with no chance he'd know who she is."
Yeah, I knew you wouldn't let me. Too bad cause your wife is a looker."
The boss, laughing inside at hearing his employee admit to his small cock and always in charge, even now away from the workplace had insisted: 'Look, if I take the time to go out and help you find a black dick for your wife, then I stay and watch her being fucked.'
'My boss actually see my wife, her naked and being fucked by someone else?' The husband had almost changed his mind, then decided that since he had come this far...
'Boss, please understand. My wife is special to me, but I've always had this fantasy about her and I want to see her with another man, and...I know you won't understand this, but I'm also very jealous of her, so I really prefer that anyone we know not see her undressed," he hesitated, "and all the rest."
His boss shook his head. "That's what I'm charging for my service. You need an interpreter and someone who knows where to go to find someone suitable, and safe. But do you really expect me to help you find a black cock for your wife and not let me watch?
Shit man, telling me your plan to make it happen is almost the same as me watching, so I suggest you include me in your plans. All of them."
The husband hung his head slightly. "No one, far as I know, has ever seen my wife undressed, so this would be hard for me."
"Fuck man. Get over it. You want me to give you a hand, you let me watch."
The husband, still wanting to be 'in charge' of something, then countered with, 'Yessir, but if you get to see my wife, undressed and the rest, in that case you can take the photos for me.'
The boss, having seen his employee's wife several times during social occasions and having the desire to see her naked, of course, agreed.
They drove out of town and to a smaller village a few miles away. This town had only blacks in it except for a couple of store owners.
The man they chose they saw on a corner. He looked young and was not that bad looking in the face. That was something the husband wanted to make sure of so that his wife would not be turned off to the man they choose. The bulge showing going down his leg had eliminated the need to have him display it in advance.
Unknown to the husband, his boss, speaking in the black man's native dialect, was saying: "This white dude tells me he's got a small cock and wants to see you fuck his pretty white wife. So believe it or not he will not only let you fuck his wife but he'll pay you to do it."
Of course the native was more than willing as he eagerly hopped into the back.
Handing him a few bills in advance so he would know the offer was sincere, the two men kept the hired black man waiting over an hour in the car while they worked on the unsuspecting wife. Being clever, the husband at times prior to this night had been dropping hints like maybe his wife could, for the first time see what another man is like.
Each time her husband had brought up the idea, he had been on and in her. To some degree, it had been working, but never had it worked to the point where she had agreed.
Though he didn't say it right out, she thought maybe, now that her husband had invited his boss over, that this might be what he has been hinting at.
While doing some shuffling around, the two men had managed to get her into the middle of the couch with them on each side of her.
Though not really wanting to 'soil her marriage,' she went along with their being close, the both of them, while thinking she could control things. But the drinks they were feeding her snuck up on her.
To help in getting her aroused, the husband did not protest when his boss sometimes 'accidentally' touched her on the thigh. Though the husband had a desire to see his wife with a black man, no way did he want his boss fucking his wife. His getting to see her undressed would be bad enough.
But now, since it seemed to be getting his wife 'in the mood', he was allowing it. Let his boss arouse his wife, then bring in the black dude. Finally, the boss placed his hand on her thigh, high up, and left it there.
While sitting on each side of her on the couch and noticing that she was slowly allowing her legs to open a bit and spreading her skirt as she became more relaxed, the husband and his boss kept cracking jokes, and at first some were about white women being curious about black men.
They pretended to be joking and talking with each other while the wife just happened to be present, but actually everything was intended for her to hear.
They were being careful to always say 'white women' as well as 'black men' while not using profanity or vulgar language.
Then, in more detail, the jokes and stories were about how white women are having their curiosity being satisfied by black men.
Again, she played along, laughing at their remarks about black men and even casually saying that she 'might enjoy something like that.'
She was half-hinting that she might go along with fucking the boss though she had not reached that decision. The husband gave his boss a look like: 'Now it's time."
The boss, grinning as he stared directly at his employee's wife for the first time, said, "Enjoy it, even if the black dude has a really big cock?"
His use of profanity for the first time surprised her, but again, she laughed and jokingly said, "Isn't that what women are supposed to want, a big one?"
The boss and the husband exchanged a look. 'Did she actually say that?'
Encouraged, her husband's boss took it further. "I've heard that when an innocent wife has a strange and big cock for the first time, she has really intense orgasms, and if it's with a black dude, it's even more exciting for her."
Now it was out, a big cock for a first time wife. The boss and the employee exchanged smiles, unseen to her.
The boss sort of gave her thigh a squeeze and added: "An innocent wife like you, for instance, would probably get quite a thrill from something like that."
Though puzzled as to why her husband's boss kept saying 'black,' she felt like her husband's boss was challenging her to come back with something equally shocking, and she did, not knowing she was falling into a trap.
"Maybe a black man would...would feel good, but it will just have to go on being a fantasy, and probably more on your side than mine."
The boss, using something she had previously said against her, said, "Didn't you say that's what women supposedly want?"
Feeling tipsy along with being aroused, she admitted: "Yes. Something like that."
Though she was finding her husband's boss to be inviting, she was mostly playing along, having no real intention of ever cheating, not with him and especially not with some big black dude.
To show her husband's boss how much she loved her husband, the wife turned her head to her husband and kissed him. Keeping this going, her husband responded with fervor while secretly signaling with one hand for his boss to go outside.
"I'll be back in a few minutes," the boss said. "I have to go."
Then, as her husband was making out with her on the couch while his boss, she thought, was using the toilet, the boss by pre-arrangement, had gone outside to bring in the waiting black man.
Her husband had her skirt up, and when she did not try to stop him, he went further. Soon he had her legs spread and was kissing her in order to keep her from looking around while he was rubbing her pussy on top of her panties.
She undoubtedly knew that she was being exposed, but what the heck, if her husband wants to see her fuck the boss, why not?
That was when her husband's boss brought the black man in. Both men stood in front of the couch, rubbing their crotches and watching the action as her husband pulled her panties to one side and began fingering her.
The black man had been told, 'She has only fucked her husband and we will try to get the woman to go along and fuck you. If she does, you get the full amount offered, if not, you might get to see some naked body as we try, and you will still be paid, but only half the amount.'
Of course he had agreed to the terms, and now he was staring wide-eyed at an incredibly beautiful white women being fingered by her husband.
When she finally broke the kiss and looked up, her husband kept fingering. She gasped as she saw a big black man standing just a few feet away and grinning broadly as he stared at her exposed pussy. Her face turned bright red at being so exposed, but she did not appear to be all that angry at what they had pulled.
Though she did use her hand to tug her husband's finger out of and off her pussy, she did it slowly and as his hand came away, both men standing received a nice viewing of opened and shiny wet pussy.
Turned on and ready for her husband to take her to bed, and maybe just maybe have his boss come along, she realized now what they had been up to. It was then she decided, 'All right dear husband, if this is what you want to see, I'll show you and you might not like what you see!'
When she shrugged her shoulders and looking up at the two men standing said: "Show me,' her husband's boss spoke in the native's language and grinning down at her, the native unzipped his pants.
Besides being innocent in life, she was still shy and a bit reluctant when she saw that cock exposed after the boss told him to pull it out and let her see it.
"You've got to be kidding!" And that was before he became erect. But after her husband had given her another drink, she again decided to make her husband regret his decision.
They did not treat it like seduction, instead, after she seeing that cock and protesting at first, they had her lie down.
Then, as the black native dropped his pants and began crawling onto the mattress beside her, she saw the camera in her husband's employer's hand. "You want photos," she asked, looking accusingly at her husband?
"Yes baby. Later, when we're alone and remembering, we can look at the photos and maybe be getting it on."
Reluctantly, it looked like, she shook her head in the positive.
The husband, using his boss's interpretive skills, began giving direction on what he wanted to see. The boss, while 'directing' the black man to do it slow as he took photos, took it upon himself to encourage and talk to her as she tried to accept that 'scary' she called it cock into her vagina as her husband used his hands to tug her opened.
Not believing what is happening, she had her head raised as she looked down at herself and her husband boldly tugging her pussy lips opened as the black man tried to take aim.
"Honey, he's so big. Are you sure you want me to do this," she asked pleadingly?
"Yes honey. I know you'll end up liking it and I'll have it to enjoy later on screen."
It wasn't necessary for the boss to give directions. Her eyes met the native's eyes and he knew to slide forward with his cock. She kept talking to her husband.
"I guess...uuh oww that hurts some, I'll try to do this for you."
As she was speaking, her eyes met her husband's boss's eyes. 'If I have to do this, it's you I really wanted, you fool.'
That was what she was thinking, at first, just his boss. But then that hunk of chocolate began to do its work. She groaned loudly when that fat head went in and penetrated her fully. The head was in, more than three inches in, and much more to go.
The boss, now having gone from interpreter to photographer, was getting every inch of the penetration on digital. He was speaking in the native's tongue, telling him to stay high on his knees for now so the penetration would be more visible to the camera from behind.
'That's right," said the boss in the native's tongue. "Fuck in and out slowly, and each time you go forward give her a bit more."
Then she really got into it, now waiting for him to give it all to her and instead bucking her hips up and enveloping that cock before it had been fully given to her. Then, as the black man changed his angle slightly, he began caressing her G spot.
Before long she was not only cumming with the black man, her first continuous orgasms, but for the first time, she was squirting.
Squirting!
Second thoughts for her husband.
The husband, upon seeing his wife squirting, something she had never done with him, and knowing his boss was seeing all this, tried to bring the fuck session to an early conclusion but his wife, no longer shy or reluctant, begged her husband to allow this to continue.
The native, though he could not understand English, caught on to what is happening and asked for more money.
The boss photographer, listened to the black man for a minute and laughing at how this was beginning to backfire on the husband, told the husband the black man wants more money if the fucking is to continue into the night.
'Money? More pay? WTF?'
The cute little redheaded wife, upon hearing that her husband is paying for her to be serviced, immediately realized that she now knew something that might put her in charge.
"You asshole! You're paying him to fuck me?"
Simulating being mad, she threatened to divorce her husband though she made no immediate attempt to 'evict' the black man from her widely stretched pussy.
Not only did she keep that black cock inside her, she slowly raised her legs, higher, still higher and finding that she could still handle his length, wrapped her legs around his waist.
"O.K. dear husband. This is what you wanted to see."
Then she wrapped both hands around his neck and pulled his head down as she kissed him. Her first kiss with a black man, and coming several minutes after first penetration.
She was leaving little doubt, hired or not, whether her husband likes it or not, this man is going to keep fucking her.
With the black man still pumping, slowly, an argument ensued between the wife and her husband, with the little wife steering the discussion in a direction she had thought out.
All the while, throughout the discussion, her hips were rising up to meet her newfound lover's strokes.
When her husband agreed, in desperation to allow her to go on fucking the black man after the photos were done, she added that after the photo taking is finished she wanted to be alone, in her marriage bed, with her hired black lover.
Her husband had no choice but to agree as she smilingly agreed to drop her threats of getting a divorce. Then the husband had to open his wallet and produce some more bills for the black man so he would continue with his fucking.
She changed positions and mounted her now highly desired black cock. More photos were taken by the boss now turned photog, and then the husband asked his wife if they could stop now and 'let my boss go home.'
His boss, however, was understandably not anxious to be leaving.
She pushed it, having the upper hand. She demanded, before he left, she wanted to let her husband's boss fuck her, something to which her husband's boss immediately agreed as the beautiful redhead grabbed him by his pants right in front of his visible bulge.
Then she bent down and opening his fly, got a big smile on her face as she joyfully said, 'Fuck, he's hung too! Long and thick." Then she started sucking his seven-inch cock.
All while still riding her black toy.
With that cock looking so beautiful compared to her husband's much smaller organ, she told her husband's boss to tell the black man to take a break and she would get back to him later.
Then she told her husband to get some more photos for her husband's boss to keep.
'My boss fuck my wife and also have photos to keep?'
Her husband tried to protest, but one look from his boss and the husband shut up.
With the hired man now seated on a couch and holding his dick upright while he watched and awaited his next turn, she proceeded to duplicate all the action she had done with the black man, but now doing it with her husband's boss.
Perhaps the most shocking, she made no effort to have her face be hidden in any of the photos.
The husband, upset but trying not to show it, took more photos. He had hired the black man to fuck his wife because he expected and wanted to see his wife being taken by BBC, but to have his boss fucking his wife while also using a dick that happens to be larger, not good, not good at all.
Perhaps the worst thing for her husband to have to see, his wife kissing his boss, and obviously enjoying it.
Her visibly annoyed husband got his photos, first of the the black cock stretching his wife and though he did not know it at the time, ruining her for her husband's five inch cock, but he also took photos for his boss to keep of his boss's cock in his lovely and now wet with sweat wife as she rode and was ridden by that seven inch cock.
In other words, his wife fucked his boss and her enjoyment of that cock was obvious. Very. She especially made it a point, using intense kissing to show her pleasure at having her husband's employer knowing her intimately.
His employer, enjoying the shit out of this, also made it a point to show the cuckolded husband how much he was enjoying the little wife as he fondled and fucked her every which way including loose.
Running his fingers over her breasts, ass and face as he thoroughly worked her pussy, he even inserted a finger into her little pink anus, something that seemed to set her off even more.
All the while, he was doing what the husband had been having him do earlier. The boss was directing the husband to take photos as 'I fuck your wife in this position, and as she does this, be sure to get some closeups of how my cock is stretching her lovely little snatch.
That's it, now get some more as I get up on my knees over her so you can get better photos from under there.'
There was more. 'Get a couple of photos of your wife's face as I make her cum. There, now get that. Look at how red her face is. Now baby, suck my cock. Fuck what a great set of photos I'm going to have.'
Fucking her to the best of his ability the boss did everything but eat his employee's wife since he did not want to have his mouth go where that chocolate piece of meat had been.
Better to leave that for her pitiful husband.
Fucking joyfully, she orgasmed, yes, and quite easily on that seven inch white cock, but no squirts, which seemed to please her husband. But she told her husband that she probably was no longer squirting because the juice was all used up, though the orgasms were almost as good with his boss as with the black man.
Yes, she said that in front of both white men. Almost as good.
The black man, lucky he, not only was paid to fuck a redhead, a color of a pussy he had never seen, he also got to spend some time alone with her in that marriage bed, about four hours of time.
All the while the husband had to sit in the living room and think about what he had done. Finally, looking at his watch, he knew he had to get the black man out of his house before the neighbors awakened. He entered the bedroom without knocking, and was dismayed to see his wife lying naked arm in arm with her lover, and her hand was holding his dangling cock while they slept.
The husband and boss had brought him in from out of town, but he had insisted on being dropped off at a 'friend's house. Falling in with a new crowd, a few nights later during a home invasion he used the same cock on a blonde pussy.
Now back to our story of the ****.
I think that he knew he had to get me wet and ready first because when he dropped his pants I gasped at what I saw. It was huge looking to me, larger than my husband by far. I heard my husband whisper "No No not that” as the man crawled onto the bed and got between my legs.
I don't know, it seemed like the man was more enjoying seeing my husband's reaction then he was mine. He kept grinning and looking over at my husband as he aimed his cock into me without even looking at my pussy.
I think I must have let out a loud gasp or maybe groan as he went in. At first it was almost hurting, almost, and then he kept going and buried his cock, all the way as he laid down onto me but not all the way on top because my hands were tied and across my chest. .
His penis felt so different from my husband, so much more, and then it hit me as I remembered, this man is not wearing a rubber! For the first time I was being fucked without a rubber! And then he began ****** me in our bed, right next to my husband.
I turned my head away and tried to think of other things but I couldn't because the man was quite large and was ****** me vigorously. The bed was shaking he was doing it so hard and I heard my husband starting to cry.
I wanted to reach out and console my husband but I couldn't because my hands were still tied together in front of me. At the same time the ******'s cock was starting to feel good, and again I wanted to reach out and this time wrap my arms around my ****** but I couldn't so instead I raised my legs, way up and around his waist.
Yes, that was better. Better for him because he could better penetrate me, and better for me because not only was he doing a better job of penetrating me, but I felt now like I was more involved in what is happening.
My husband seeing my legs willingly go up might have been a clue that I was beginning to enjoy my **** but it couldn't be helped.
I guess I was really being noisy because he was doing it so hard and deep and my husband thought I was enjoying being *****. The truth is, I was enjoying it and I sort of quit worrying about my husband, figuring I could just tell him I was pretending later.
As I began thinking of how good my climax with this man might be I felt the black man's penis seem to get harder if that was possible and I felt him cumming in me, maybe creating a baby since my husband had always worn a rubber.
I was worried about being impregnated and at the same time sorry that I had not had time to cum. I think, I think that had I been mentally prepared for him in the beginning, for him and his big cock, I might have cum right off, but unfortunately, that had not been the case.
Feeling a bit guilty about my husband seeing me enjoying this didn't help.
Still, I could feel him throbbing in me, so much more so than I had been feeling my husband when he came into a rubber, and I kept humping my hips up at him, trying to suck him in and yes, swallow his cum with my pussy.
He throbbed for a long time. When he finished he stayed on me, in me for a while longer like he was planning on doing it twice. He was moving his hips but I guess he used himself up the first time because he couldn't get it hard again.
Even after I willingly kissed him and allowed our tongues to mingle, he couldn't get hard again.
Even with his penis soft, it still like there was so much more in me than I had known over the past two days.
As my first ****** was getting off of me another man entered the room. I think he was the other man who had been fingering me earlier. They spoke to each other in an African language and laughed. I really don't know if they were talking about me or my husband because at one point the man who had just finished ****** me pointed at my husband's penis and again they laughed.
I looked over where they had pointed and saw that my husband's penis looked all small and shriveled up, probably from nervousness and I guess I can understand why the two men laughed at seeing it looking that way.
Also, I noticed that there was a shiny drop on the tip of my husband's penis, like pre-fluid, and I felt bad because my husband had never been able to use his pre-fluid to make love to me since there had always been a rubber in the way.
My husband is circumcised and his little dripping cock head was sort of poking out above the end of his shriveled penis and they could see it looking so forlorn. My ****** had been uncircumcised and I am sure it would have felt different to me inside from my husband if they had been near the same size, but with the huge difference in size I couldn't really know.
Then the second man pulled off his pants and started to get up on the mattress. I was looking toward the door as the first man was leaving and saying goodby with my eyes and I didn't see my second ******'s cock before he managed to get up between my legs.
My husband apparently saw it though because I heard him whisper. "No no, not again. He'll kill her with that cock!"
(Readers, is that one scary looking black cock, or what?)
It was then that I reached out with my other hand and tried to reach my husband's hands, either of them but they were tied together and too far away so instead I placed it up on the back of his head and sort of pulled my husband's head toward me a few inches.
I wanted to kiss him, and maybe have him share in the pleasure I was starting to feel, but my husband did not help me as I tried to pull him closer. I don't know, maybe he didn't want to get too close to my ******, whose head was right there.
I was trying, in my own way, to let my husband know that I cared about him and his feelings even as the pleasure started to build from my ******.
I heard my poor husband murmur 'Not again,' as he heard me start making sounds. Fortunately I was quite wet inside from the first man because the second man was even larger, maybe not longer, but thicker.
Thicker for sure because I was aware of every bit of the feel of his penis as he drug it in and out of me. Well, not really out, but almost. When I say he was dragging it, I mean it, because the fit was so tight between us.
The fit was tight but he had lots of energy and I was grunting from the force of his deep strokes and gasping because he was sort of knocking the wind out of me and my husband again thought I was enjoying it and started crying.
I guess the fact that I had pulled my hand away from my husband's head so as to better hold the ****** close to me while at the same time again raising my legs up up and around another man's waist to better take all of him might have been a clue to my husband as to what I was feeling.
To be honest, I again sort of forgot about my husband and gave my concentration, all of it to this new man. I wanted to cum this time and hoped that he would last.
He did. Oh I came, How I came, so hard, so intense. It was something I had not known possible, this pleasure.
Again I heard my husband whimper. No way, no way would I be able to convince my husband now that I had been faking it. He knew. I had climaxed, and intensely, with this man.
Even better, he was still lasting, holding back maybe.
My ******'s face was close to mine, beside my face and I used my hand to guide him around. He knew, and our lips met. He was still pumping, trying to hold back I think and make this last, but I had orgasmed and I think my lips on his, our tongues joined, set him off.
He had started on a climb that could not be stopped. He gave me several hard and quick pumps, each one making me grunt, and I felt his cock, already huge, grow larger it felt like as his orgasm began.
He was able to cum harder it seemed, then the first man. Maybe it just seemed that way, but I felt his every throb. I almost came too, close. Another minute, a few more pumps, and I would have came a second time.
As he seemed to slow his movements, I reached down between our bodies and started rubbing my clit. Surprised, he began pumping again, his cock still being large enough soft to thrill me.
I heard my husband whisper, maybe to himself it was so low: "Why baby?"
I was right on the edge, and when that wonderful penis started caressing me on the inside again, that set me off. With a loud groan I came, maybe showing my husband why, and again I heard my husband whimper as my ****** again laid his body on mine.
He didn't get hard again, fully, but it had risen some while I had been stroking my clitoris. I think, right then, that the ****** and I achieved some form of closeness, some form of understanding at how we had enjoyed using each other's bodies.
Yes, I had used his body just like he had used mine.
Then, after he had stayed on me for a bit. I wanted to kiss again, but he kept his head down beside mine, and our lips were out of reach. I wondered. Are all men like this? They are romantic. So involved. They cum, They’re done.
My husband, over the past two nights had been that way. The ****** before, and now this one. All the same. They get it up, they get it in, they get it off, and they get it out. I have learned so much about men after just three days of marriage.
When he finally climbed off of me there was quite a mess on the sheets. Instead of closing my legs like I had done when the first man had climbed off, I remained spread. Opened wide so he could see what he might have done to me.
To my blonde, white woman, veddy British pussy.
I think I probably looked like a mess, down there. Two black men had known and enjoyed the feel of my blonde womanhood. Two men had came inside me, powerfully, and I am sure that now, as this second man stared down at me, that he might have been able to look inside me, because I had been stretched, wide.
As he was putting that cock away, I kept my eye on it until it had disappeared under his pants. He knew. He knew what I was thinking, that man, and he grinned when he saw and heard me sigh as his cock was no longer visible to me.
Then with a grin at my husband, yes my husband, he started to walk out. Then, like as an afterthought, he turned to look at my husband again, laughed, and walked out.
I wondered what that was about, but I didn't look at my husband as I continued to lay with my legs wide, wet pussy opened, and seeing who might come next. You want some of this? Enjoy your sloppy thirds.
While not really wanting to do it since I was so satisfied, I was expecting the other two to come in and **** me and thank goodness they didn't come back into the bedroom.
After a few minutes, when it became obvious by the quiet that they all might have left, I closed my legs and looked toward my husband. He was not looking at me, but rather staring up at the ceiling.
He knew I had been waiting, and with my legs opened.
And then I looked at his shriveled cock and saw why the ****** had looked and laughed. It was still shriveled, but there in front of him, three or four inches in front, on his thigh, cum! A big wet spot of cum, shining in the light.
I had never seen my husband's cum outside of a rubber. Even then, I never really had seen his cum because when he finished making love to me, each time, let me count, maybe five times total over the past two nights before this one, my husband had turned his back to me as he stood up and removed the rubber.
Then, before I could really see it, he had placed it in the trash in the bathroom.
Now there it was, on his leg and running down. Is it possible? Was it possible? My husband had achieved an erection and climaxed while watching me fucking the second black man? He must have, otherwise, how did that cum get there, that cum that is now turning watery and running down his inner thigh and staining the already stained mattress?
Still, as I stared, at his shriveled and looking so small cock, he wouldn't meet my eyes. Before undoing his bonds, I walked, or rather staggered to the front of the house to check. Shit! Cum started running out of me as I walked and I had to place my hand under to catch it. Still, I kept walking.
Yes, they were gone. I then came back into the bedroom, wiped my cummy hand on the sheet and undid my husband's hands, leaving his feet for him to do while pretending that I could not see the cum that had now ran down his thigh.
Without a word being said between us, I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower to let the water warm up while I sat on the loo.
I heard him yell out, 'You don't want to shower or use the toilet. The police will need the evidence.”
I knew what 'evidence' he was talking about. Cum. The cum from two black men who had placed it deep within me. Cum that might have made me pregnant. If I turn out to be pregnant, there will be no doubt who has done it, and not my rubber wearing husband.
Did I say 'no doubt?” I forgot. No doubt to be shared between my two black rapists.
“Do you really want to call the police,” I yelled out to my husband?
I didn't really want anyone to know, me being just married and having a huge wedding, with gifts now gone probably, and the money. But my husband, maybe because of the gifts and the money, called the police. I guess he didn't care about my dignity or privacy.
I didn't know what to do with all that cum the rapists had left in me. My husband didn't want me to drain it in the commode, or take a shower. So instead I went to the bed and laid down flat on my back. Now, if they want to see and get a sample of cum, I'm ready.
The Police Conduct Their Investigation.
Fortunately, since my husband had said '****' on the phone, a policewoman came along, and she had a **** kit. I heard my husband talking to them loudly outside the bedroom, and then in they came. Two of them, policeman and policewoman.
I heard the policewoman tell my husband he would have to wait outside and I thought WTF, a policeman can come in and not my husband?
Because of me trying to keep the cum inside, I didn't move. When they saw me lying naked on the bed, legs still opened, they both came right up beside the bed and stared for a moment as I stared back.
The policewoman stared down at my nudity and asked, "Is this the way they left you or did you move around?"
I looked at her, over at him as he continued to study my soiled body and said "I went to the bath, didn't use it and came back to the bed at my husband's suggestion."
Then the attractive policewoman said to her partner, "You better wait outside. I need to do this and she might need to do some talking at first. Interview the husband and see what all they took."
The policeman kept staring at me lying naked and spread on the bed as he talked to his partner and delayed his leaving for as long as possible. “You want us to wait outside then while you interview her?”
“Yes. This might take a while. Gather your evidence, what the men stole and getting the husband's version of the story.”
She looked at me. "Your husband was present, in the bed as you were being *****?"
"Yes. The entire time."
I must say, that policeman seemed in no hurry to turn and leave as he continued to stare at my naked form.
I think she knew we needed to talk first. Setting her case on the floor, she came over to the edge of the bed and sitting down, she took my hand in hers.
"Hi. I'm officer Pamela Jones. Are you O.K? With that sweaty body and your pussy all wet below, it looks like you've been through Hell and returned."
I immediately liked this woman, sensing that she would be understanding. "I'm alright, I think. I'm still here in spirit. I'm not so sure about my body."
"How many men were there? How many of them on you?"
"Two."
"Only two? Your husband said there were four men."
"Yes, and they all saw me and fondled my body, but only two actually fucked me. Maybe they felt they had to leave before they got caught, I don't know."
"Those two men, black I assume?"
"Yes. Very."
"Were either of them big, between the legs?"
"Yes. Both. Very."
"No surprise there."
Now readers, going to the third person, here's what was happening.
The policewoman, though married, was secretly attracted to certain women, and this woman, this lovely blonde, naked and still sweaty in front of her was very attractive to her, raw pussy and all. This part of the job, using her **** kit on some of the women, was one of the benefits of her job.
She reached out and felt the bride's right breast with her fingers. Then she reached with both hands and cupped both the victim's breasts. “Your body looks kind of red. Are you tender here? Sometimes these rapists squeeze breasts too hard."
"No, I'm fine up there. They had my hands tied in front part of the time and my tied up arms were in the way."
"You're lucky then." Seeing that the blonde's nipples had stiffened, she looked down. “Spread your legs a bit more for me please.”
The policewoman reached out and tenderly used her fingers to open the bride's inner lips on one side and look inside. "Looks pretty red inside, and I see you have all kinds of semen starting to run out."
“All kinds? Yes, from two men. They both came in me.”
The policewoman looked up into the bride's eyes. "Did you allow any of it to drain out before we got here?”
“No. I started to sit and my husband said not to, so I just laid myself on this bed since there seemed to be so much cum coming out of me.”
“Yes. It looks like you have a lot left inside, and it's running down your butt crack as well. Tell me, did either of them have or attempt anal sex with you?”
“No, thank goodness. I could never have handled that. Not even my husband has been there.”
“I see. It's probably a good thing for sure, those two men being so big.” Then she raised her eyes to the bride while still holding her tugged open.
"Your inner lips look so red, like they really have been abused. Your husband said you are just married. So tell me. Were you a virgin, on your wedding night?"
"Yes. Just two nights ago."
“And this is just between you and I. Your husband, is he anywhere near the size of those two men?”
The bride blushed, unwilling to admit it at first, then after a few seconds; “My husband is much smaller.”
"Wow. I'm so sorry you had to make that adjustment so soon into your marriage. Were you able to take them comfortably, those two black men with their large penises and you being so small, and fresh?"
Unthinkingly, the blonde victim reached down and caressed her clitoris, just for a moment before catching herself and pulling her hand away. The policewoman saw it and took note. 'She's aroused!'
"Not at first. ' She hesitated, then apparently becoming excited as she remembered, the bride became animated as she began talking faster. "The first man, it was like losing my virginity all over again. The second man was easier to take even though he was thicker. His **** went easier, and he stayed on me, in me, for a much longer time.
That might be why I am so red, he kept pumping into me for so long and many times. They both were so much larger than my husband. But I adapted."
"Are you on the pill? I see a large quantity of semen in you."
"No. No pills. And my husband was using a rubber, from the very first time."
The policewoman sighed and shook her head. ""It's probably a good thing then, your husband having used rubbers. Those two men are the only ones to have taken you bareback and shot their semen into you.”
Before the policewoman could go on, the bride interrupted. “Yes. I could really feel them cumming in me, probably because they weren't using a rubber, and of course, they were so much larger and I was very much aware of the feeling.”
“Yes, a rubber does tend to cut down on the feeling. That way, the two of them fucking you while doing it skin-to-skin, if you end up pregnant, you'll know it was one of the rapists and you can better decide whether to have an abortion of not."
The policewoman looked into the bride's eyes. "Your husband might not want to touch you for a while. That's common in cases of the wife being ***** like this, especially if he sees the ******'s cock and it turns out to be bigger.
When your husband does want sex again, if it's before your period is due, I suggest that you continue to use a rubber with your husband until you know for sure. He'll probably want to do it bare skinned since he saw the two rapists doing that, but you need to stick to your guns."
"I understand." She shook her head. “Poor man, my husband, never having been inside me without a rubber and seeing them having me that way. I was holding off on birth control until I got back to England and saw my regular doctor for a prescription.”
The policewoman again tugged the bride's lips opened and looked inside. "So red. Are you hurting? Inside maybe since they were so large?”
“No. No hurt. Not inside but my lips are pretty tender. They both were very thick and stretching me, but it was only uncomfortable for a little while.”
“How about length? Did either of them go too deep and maybe hit bottom on you and hurt you? Do you need for me to call an ambulance and have you checked out internally at the hospital?"
"I don't think so. No, no ambulance, and no hospital. I'll be alright. They were long, yes, but I was mainly aware of how much I was being stretched."
"I see." She used both sets of fingers to stretch those still red lips opened further. "You're O.K. Internally then. But how about here. Are you tender out here?"
As the policewoman was tugging the victim's lips opened, in the process she was tugging downward on the victim's clitoris and stimulating her.
On purpose.
"Yes. They did stretch me quite a bit, especially the second man."
"I see," said the policewoman as she continued to spread the little blonde open and look inside. "Good thing the largest man came second then."
Still holding those lips, she looked down into the bride's eyes. "Did you enjoy it, any of it?"
The bride in turn, was again feeling arousal as she looked up into the policewoman's eyes. “If I did, is that so wrong? I couldn't help what my body was telling me.”
'She enjoyed it!'
The policewoman nodded understandingly. “I know. Sometimes getting a big cock, one larger than you have been getting at home can be very enjoyable. Your body has a mind of its own sometimes.”
The bride blushed, her face actually turning a bit red. "Yes. But please don't say anything to anyone. I don't want it known. Especially my husband but he suspects, I'm sure."
“So you orgasmed with those two men? If you did, you'll need to keep it to yourself because we don't want testimony like that being used against you in court. If it comes out that you were cumming, the men can claim the sex was consensual.”
The bride sniffed, while being very aware that the policewoman was still holding her vagina opened a ways with her fingers and creating a desire for more. “I'll keep it to myself. To be truthful though, I only orgasmed with the second man.”
"Not the first one?"
"No, there wasn't time." She sniffed. "My husband was watching, and crying..."
"If must have been rough on him. But you wanted to cum though, by then. Am I right?"
"Yes. But please don't let it be known."
The policewoman shares her secret fuck.
"Don't worry. I understand." Wanting to further establish rapport with the young victim, the policewoman confided in her. "I too was ***** once, sort of. By a black man. I was a bit ***** and he was pushy, but once he got it in, his cock, I enjoyed him."
"You enjoyed him?"
"Yes. We were doing it standing up, against a wall. Even standing he was long enough to get way inside of me and I actually came with him. Really hard I came."
The bride stared at the policewoman's hands. "I see your rings. Were you were married when that black man got you?"
"Yes. Yes I was and am still married." She giggled. “I didn't know him, but he knew my husband, that black man. When that man was fucking me, my husband was right behind that wall, in another room talking and drinking with his buddies.”
Rapport had been established and the bride giggled softly. "I think I know the feeling. That probably was very exciting for you, all that danger of being caught and being fucked by a stranger with your husband so close. Did you cum better than with your husband?"
The policewoman nodded. "Yes, and that's my secret. I climaxed twice with him even though it was a quickie. I'd never done that before, came twice in a row. The second time I came, it was right in the middle of his cumming, and I joined right in."
"Did he have a really large penis, a thick one, like my two men?"
"You better believe it! I never really had a look at it since it was dark where we were fucking, but I sure could feel it. His cock was nice, really long, too long perhaps but we were standing. I mainly enjoyed his thickness, but a cock like that,” she shook her head, “ I wouldn't want it as a steady diet. Just once in awhile, on the side for variety."
She looked at the bride. "And you? You said you came with the second ******?."
The bride blushed. She did not want the whole truth known, so she told part of it. "Yes better, with the second man. Like I said, I didn't cum with the first one." She sighed. “Almost, but there wasn't quite enough time.”
The policewoman nodded. "It'll be our secret. So now you don't have to worry. I understand how you must feel, the guilt."
“I really do feel guilty because it was so obvious I was enjoying my ****, because after I had reached orgasm with the second man, he was about to get off and I started playing with myself. He seemed surprised but started pumping to accommodate me and I came again. And, I think my husband knew what I was doing.”
The policewoman nodded understandingly. “"You played with yourself? That could be bad in court, if the ****** says you were playing with yourself in order to cum again. Never, ever, admit to that if it comes out.”
"The entire time my husband was lying tied up beside us, and he was whimpering, crying actually. I think he knew I was cumming. Poor man. I took a look over at his penis and it looked all shriveled up but it was dripping at the same time. Tell me officer Jones, do you ever get over the guilt?"
"You can call me Pamela when we're alone. It's a mixed feeling. Since I enjoyed it once we started, that black man against the wall, I know that it was wrong, but at the time it felt so right. We even,” she paused, “we even kissed one another. Not only before we came, but after as well.”
The bride nodded in agreement. "It felt right with my man too, once I had kissed him. I didn't even know his name, the second guy, and yet he made me cum so good."
Pamela giggled. "I guess we have something in common then. We both had a black lover and enjoyed it. Our little secret, you and I." And then, shockingly but not surprisingly, Pamela leaned her head close to the bride, and they kissed. A tender kiss. A caring kiss. A kiss that might lead to more, later.
When the kiss ended, they both tried to act like the impulsive act had not occurred. "Pamela? Those men, the two or all four, any chance you might catch them?"
"I doubt it to be honest. There are black men roving all over South Africa and they speak so many different dialects that it is very hard to even question people about who they might have been. Best you just forget our finding them, though we will keep trying, and try to put your marriage in order."
The policewoman removed her fingers from the bride's tender pussy lips and dipped one finger into the cum seeping out of that pussy and with a quick but gentle move, inserted the finger into the bride's anus.
"Oh! What are you doing? That feels....she paused, "good."
"That's what I thought. You like it. Here is what I propose in order for you to sort of make things well again between you and your husband. Invite him to fuck you in the ass. Tell him that although those men had you first bareback in the pussy, and you can't take that back, you want to have him be the first and only into your rear."
The policewoman was stroking her finger back and forth, working that tight anus and turning the bride on.
"Wow. Pamela. That sounds like a good idea, having my husband fuck me in...Oh my that's good, where your finger is. Did you do that with your husband?"
"Wasn't necessary since he never knew I fucked a big, black man, but I do have anal sex with him and there, at least, he still feels big enough."
"Thank you. When my husband is willing to talk about..things, I'll make him the offer. For sure, his little wrinkled penis will feel big to me there."
"If your were cleaned up, I'd love to show you what I can do with this, and you." Pamela was using her fingers to open that tight reddened snatch again.
"I guess you'll have my number, and you know where I live, although I don't know how long we'll be staying on here now."
Yes. We need to get together. I really feel attracted to you."
"You too Pamela. I never thought, never dreamed I would feel this way towards another woman. I'm going to have to really think on this night, so much has happened."
The policewoman released her fingers from holding the bride opened and reached for her **** kit. “We'll get together, and soon. And now, we'd better get on with gathering the evidence. Those men are waiting out there."
Back to the first person.
I was able to provide her with lots of 'evidence.'
Later, wearing a robe, I told the police, policemen, describing to them all that had happened including how large the men had been, and leaving out the detailing of how I had enjoyed much of it and apparently, my husband, some of it.
Some damned reporter read the report and maybe he put two and two together, and he wrote a report for the local paper that did not exactly make me look like the total victim.
Fortunately, I had not told the police one hot little bit, not even the policewoman. I had never orgasmed with my husband, but those two men, the first almost, and the second, oh yes, twice.
Can you imagine? A black ****** made me cum and as I tell this, my husband still hasn't. That damned reporter, he would have put that into his paper too, I'm sure.
So maybe I'll move back to Britain as my husband wants. That'll be alright with me, His folks live in S. Africa, and mine are in Britain. So, I'll be close to ******. My husband will be separated from his parents, but maybe he wants it that way, because there aren't as many black men in Britain.
I let out a loud gasp as he went in. At first it was almost hurting, and then he kept going and buried his cock as he laid down but not all the way because my hands were tied across my chest.
His penis felt so different from my husband, so much more, and then it hit me as I remembered, this man is not wearing a rubber! For the first time I was being fucked without a rubber! Then he began ****** me right next to my husband on our marriage bed.
I tried to think of other things but couldn't because the man was large and was ****** me vigorously. The bed was shaking he was doing it so hard and I heard my husband starting to cry.
EroticWriter
True news story revised and added to March 2018 by EroticWriter. Read all
the way down for a changed version. Also, I added photos and much more
text to the policewoman interview. As a bonus boner, I have added a short
story about the man who owns her first black cock. This is the story I updated
and enhanced in March 2018.
Note readers. This is a news report EXACTLY as it was placed on line from S. Africa. With that headline: in that size since I cut and pasted it. Honeymoon bride *****. Had to go back in and cut the word 'Honeymoon' out in the caption because it became abbreviated on the front page.
I cut and pasted the news report and have not added or changed ONE word. Notice how detailed the report is. It reads almost like a porn story. The reporter goes into details about how the new bride was attacked in her wedding bed. It even includes her comments about her husband having used a rubber before the rapists fucked her bareback.
There is even a line in italics supposedly spoken by the bride, where she says she will not become another statistic, but she already is.
Something to think about, her husband possibly never having been into her bareback, and these men come in and enjoy her pussy skin to skin. The bride describes how she got noisy and her husband 'thought' she was enjoying it. She is supposedly denying it, but was she enjoying it? Read it and see what you think.
After you have finished reading the actual news report, you can go on and read my version of what I think maybe really happened. In other words, I turned it into a porn story that might be close to the truth. .
Since this attack was reported to the police, there had to be an interview/investigation, so I also added my thoughts on how that went.
Note: In real life, women do not like to be *****.
Honeymoon bride *****
A BRITISH bride has been gang-***** only two days into her honeymoon in front of her weeping husband.
She was asleep in bed with her 25-year-old husband when four black robbers stormed in at 2am.
The couple had their hands and feet tied up as they laid naked. Two of the men fondled the woman as they were tying her.
One thug ripped off her rings, necklace and ear-rings. Then, as three men ransacked the house the couple were staying in, the fourth attacked the helpless woman as her husband lay next to her.
Last night she said bravely: I can't sleep and I can't eat. Two nights ago I was a virgin and now this. My husband had been using a rubber and I worry about being impregnated by one of the rapists, but if it happened this will not break up our marriage.
I will come out strong on the other side. I will not become another statistic of South Africa's crime rate.
The woman told how she was attacked in Bonaero Park, Johannesburg, just days after her wedding.
She said: We were lying in bed at about 2am. The next moment I saw a hand against the wall at the light switch. One of the men came back and dragged me towards him by the feet. He spread my legs wide apart, explored me with his fingers for a minute and then he ***** me in our bed, right next to my husband.
I turned my head away and tried to think of other things but I couldn't because the man was quite large and was ****** me vigorously. The bed was shaking he was doing it so hard and I heard my husband starting to cry. I guess I was being noisy because he was doing it so hard and deep and my husband thought I was enjoying being *****.
When he finished he stayed on me, in me for a while longer like he was planning on doing it twice. He was moving his hips but I guess he used himself up the first time because he couldn't get it hard again.
As he was getting off of me another man entered the room. They spoke to each other in an African language and laughed. Then the second man got between my legs. He began fondling my breasts and I could see that he was ready to go as he prepared to take aim and he too ***** me right beside my husband. Fortunately I was quite wet inside from the first man because the second man was even larger.
I was grunting from the force of his deep strokes and gasping because he was sort of knocking the wind out of me and my husband again thought I was enjoying it and started crying. When he finally climbed off of me there was quite a mess on the sheets.
I was expecting the other two to come in and **** me and thank goodness they didn't come back into the bedroom.
The robbers emptied a safe and took a 9mm pistol.
They also stole £1,000-worth of South African rand given to the couple as a wedding gift.
The gang escaped in the couple's pick-up truck, which they later dumped in the township of Tembisa.
Police said the victims managed to free themselves and call for help. The husband, whose father lives in South Africa, and his new wife had been renting the house for an extended honeymoon but may now return to Britain.
She said: I've asked my husband to burn our bed, but he thinks we should just leave the country. It's the only way we can get over this and start to rebuild our lives.
A Johannesburg police spokesman said: This was a vicious and nasty attack. Both victims have been traumatized.
Last year a 29-year-old British woman was gang-***** in the Kruger National Park. A motorist who tried to help her was shot dead.
EroticWriter again. So there you have it readers. What did you think? I didn't change anything from the original. I'm amazed that a news report would go into such detail about the size of the rapists cocks and detail using her words what they did to the bride.
It's possible the writer was black and wanted to do some bragging on his race. Just speculation. The victim might not have been too happy about that report. The one liner at the end about another woman being ***** and a bystander killed was in the report and I left it.
I'm going to take the same report and add my thoughts as to what might have really happened below. Note readers. This is not to imply that women enjoy being *****, and especially not in the manner described, in front of their helpless husbands. Just fantasy. OK?
Honeymoon bride *****
A BRITISH bride has been gang-***** only two days into her honeymoon in front of her weeping husband.
The blonde woman was asleep in bed with her 25-year-old husband when four black robbers stormed in at 2am.
The couple had their hands and feet tied up as they laid naked. One of the men pointed at the husband's cock and said something in an African dialect and it might have been a comment about how shriveled up his cock looks.
The husband was later heard to say to an investigating policeman that he was embarrassed because his penis was looking so small because of fright.
Two of the men fondled the woman as they were tying her and since she has a nice set of D cups, they were getting nice handfuls. It is possible the men had never seen a true blonde because they seemed to be quite interested in her pussy with the golden curls. Both men took advantage of the opportunity to finger her pussy and one even licked her juices off his finger and laughed over it.
As the second man started testing her pussy with his finger, the first thug ripped off her rings, necklace and matching ear-rings. He then left to join the two men who were searching the house for loot. Then, as three men ransacked the house the couple were staying in, the fourth climbed onto the mattress and attacked the helpless woman as her husband lay next to her.
Last night she said bravely: I can't sleep and I can't eat. Two nights ago I was a virgin and now this. My wonderful husband had been using a rubber from the first time on, and now I have to worry about being impregnated by one of the rapists, but if it happened this will not break up our marriage.
I will come out strong on the other side. I will not become another statistic of South Africa's crime rate.
The woman told how she was attacked in Bonaero Park, Johannesburg, just two days after her wedding.
She said: We were lying naked and tied up in bed at about 2am. The four men were out there somewhere, and we could hear them opening and closing drawers, probably looking for more things to steal.
All I was concerned about is that they would just leave the house and leave us alone. I wasn't too worried about items in the house but we had been given a bit of money for our wedding and I hated losing that.
Then it got quiet and we began to think they all had left, but I guess maybe only two of the four left based on what happened next
I was struggling to undo my bonds and the next moment I saw a hand against the wall at the light switch. One of the men came back into the room and dragged me towards him by the feet. They must have come into the house with ropes ready and tied us up, so my legs were together at the ankles.
He needed to open my legs of course to do his dirty so he undid the ropes and spread my legs wide apart. He was grinning at seeing me opened up like that on my back and I heard my husband sort of whimper at knowing what was about to happen.
The man explored me with his fingers for a minute and at first, when he put a finger in, I was a bit dry, just like I had been the first time around. But he kept running his finger back and forth, in and out and at the same time he was using his left hand to fondle my breasts, mostly my right one which was easier for him to reach, and I felt myself become wet.
I think I might have been making noises as he fingered me harder and deeper, and all I could think about is my poor husband is seeing and hearing this.
I think that he knew he had to get me wet and ready first because when he dropped his pants I gasped at what I saw. It was huge looking to me, larger than my husband by far. It had the color, his skin, of what looked like chocolate fudge.
From beside me I heard my husband whisper "No No not that” as the man crawled onto the bed and got between my legs.
About that cock nicknamed 'No no not that.'
(Readers, below, see the chocolate cock she is talking about shown
in a photo taken by a white man a few days before as the black man
was being prepared to fuck another white man's redheaded wife.
The hand holding the cock is her husband's, and his boss is the man who took the photo. As a matter of fact, though the wife did not know it, her husband was paying the black man to fuck his lovely and innocent wife.
Because her husband was going out of town and into the countryside to find a black man who would never be running into his wife around town, the black man he chose probably would not speak English.
Because of the language barrier, the husband had also brought along a friend, his boss, to do some interpreting during the bartering.
"You know, don't you," the boss said, "that a black man might have a cock bigger than yours."
"Yes, I know. That's what I want to see, her with someone larger than..." he hesitated, not really wanting to admit it to his boss, then finished. "someone larger than my maybe smaller than average cock."
"Smaller than average? So how much do you have, just out of curiosity?"
"I guess, since you'll be there, you'll be seeing my cock so I might as well admit it, about five inches."
"That's all you have," the boss asked, surprised to hear his employee admit to having a small cock?
His employee hung his head. "Yes, I'm not well hung and I've always wondered, wanted to see my wife get bigger, and a black man might be more exciting."
"Why not let me fuck her? I've got more than five..."
The employee looked horrified. "Let you..? My boss? Oh no, I would have to come to work everyday and know that you had her. It has to be someone strange, out of town with no chance he'd know who she is."
Yeah, I knew you wouldn't let me. Too bad cause your wife is a looker."
The boss, laughing inside at hearing his employee admit to his small cock and always in charge, even now away from the workplace had insisted: 'Look, if I take the time to go out and help you find a black dick for your wife, then I stay and watch her being fucked.'
'My boss actually see my wife, her naked and being fucked by someone else?' The husband had almost changed his mind, then decided that since he had come this far...
'Boss, please understand. My wife is special to me, but I've always had this fantasy about her and I want to see her with another man, and...I know you won't understand this, but I'm also very jealous of her, so I really prefer that anyone we know not see her undressed," he hesitated, "and all the rest."
His boss shook his head. "That's what I'm charging for my service. You need an interpreter and someone who knows where to go to find someone suitable, and safe. But do you really expect me to help you find a black cock for your wife and not let me watch?
Shit man, telling me your plan to make it happen is almost the same as me watching, so I suggest you include me in your plans. All of them."
The husband hung his head slightly. "No one, far as I know, has ever seen my wife undressed, so this would be hard for me."
"Fuck man. Get over it. You want me to give you a hand, you let me watch."
The husband, still wanting to be 'in charge' of something, then countered with, 'Yessir, but if you get to see my wife, undressed and the rest, in that case you can take the photos for me.'
The boss, having seen his employee's wife several times during social occasions and having the desire to see her naked, of course, agreed.
They drove out of town and to a smaller village a few miles away. This town had only blacks in it except for a couple of store owners.
The man they chose they saw on a corner. He looked young and was not that bad looking in the face. That was something the husband wanted to make sure of so that his wife would not be turned off to the man they choose. The bulge showing going down his leg had eliminated the need to have him display it in advance.
Unknown to the husband, his boss, speaking in the black man's native dialect, was saying: "This white dude tells me he's got a small cock and wants to see you fuck his pretty white wife. So believe it or not he will not only let you fuck his wife but he'll pay you to do it."
Of course the native was more than willing as he eagerly hopped into the back.
Handing him a few bills in advance so he would know the offer was sincere, the two men kept the hired black man waiting over an hour in the car while they worked on the unsuspecting wife. Being clever, the husband at times prior to this night had been dropping hints like maybe his wife could, for the first time see what another man is like.
Each time her husband had brought up the idea, he had been on and in her. To some degree, it had been working, but never had it worked to the point where she had agreed.
Though he didn't say it right out, she thought maybe, now that her husband had invited his boss over, that this might be what he has been hinting at.
While doing some shuffling around, the two men had managed to get her into the middle of the couch with them on each side of her.
Though not really wanting to 'soil her marriage,' she went along with their being close, the both of them, while thinking she could control things. But the drinks they were feeding her snuck up on her.
To help in getting her aroused, the husband did not protest when his boss sometimes 'accidentally' touched her on the thigh. Though the husband had a desire to see his wife with a black man, no way did he want his boss fucking his wife. His getting to see her undressed would be bad enough.
But now, since it seemed to be getting his wife 'in the mood', he was allowing it. Let his boss arouse his wife, then bring in the black dude. Finally, the boss placed his hand on her thigh, high up, and left it there.
While sitting on each side of her on the couch and noticing that she was slowly allowing her legs to open a bit and spreading her skirt as she became more relaxed, the husband and his boss kept cracking jokes, and at first some were about white women being curious about black men.
They pretended to be joking and talking with each other while the wife just happened to be present, but actually everything was intended for her to hear.
They were being careful to always say 'white women' as well as 'black men' while not using profanity or vulgar language.
Then, in more detail, the jokes and stories were about how white women are having their curiosity being satisfied by black men.
Again, she played along, laughing at their remarks about black men and even casually saying that she 'might enjoy something like that.'
She was half-hinting that she might go along with fucking the boss though she had not reached that decision. The husband gave his boss a look like: 'Now it's time."
The boss, grinning as he stared directly at his employee's wife for the first time, said, "Enjoy it, even if the black dude has a really big cock?"
His use of profanity for the first time surprised her, but again, she laughed and jokingly said, "Isn't that what women are supposed to want, a big one?"
The boss and the husband exchanged a look. 'Did she actually say that?'
Encouraged, her husband's boss took it further. "I've heard that when an innocent wife has a strange and big cock for the first time, she has really intense orgasms, and if it's with a black dude, it's even more exciting for her."
Now it was out, a big cock for a first time wife. The boss and the employee exchanged smiles, unseen to her.
The boss sort of gave her thigh a squeeze and added: "An innocent wife like you, for instance, would probably get quite a thrill from something like that."
Though puzzled as to why her husband's boss kept saying 'black,' she felt like her husband's boss was challenging her to come back with something equally shocking, and she did, not knowing she was falling into a trap.
"Maybe a black man would...would feel good, but it will just have to go on being a fantasy, and probably more on your side than mine."
The boss, using something she had previously said against her, said, "Didn't you say that's what women supposedly want?"
Feeling tipsy along with being aroused, she admitted: "Yes. Something like that."
Though she was finding her husband's boss to be inviting, she was mostly playing along, having no real intention of ever cheating, not with him and especially not with some big black dude.
To show her husband's boss how much she loved her husband, the wife turned her head to her husband and kissed him. Keeping this going, her husband responded with fervor while secretly signaling with one hand for his boss to go outside.
"I'll be back in a few minutes," the boss said. "I have to go."
Then, as her husband was making out with her on the couch while his boss, she thought, was using the toilet, the boss by pre-arrangement, had gone outside to bring in the waiting black man.
Her husband had her skirt up, and when she did not try to stop him, he went further. Soon he had her legs spread and was kissing her in order to keep her from looking around while he was rubbing her pussy on top of her panties.
She undoubtedly knew that she was being exposed, but what the heck, if her husband wants to see her fuck the boss, why not?
That was when her husband's boss brought the black man in. Both men stood in front of the couch, rubbing their crotches and watching the action as her husband pulled her panties to one side and began fingering her.
The black man had been told, 'She has only fucked her husband and we will try to get the woman to go along and fuck you. If she does, you get the full amount offered, if not, you might get to see some naked body as we try, and you will still be paid, but only half the amount.'
Of course he had agreed to the terms, and now he was staring wide-eyed at an incredibly beautiful white women being fingered by her husband.
When she finally broke the kiss and looked up, her husband kept fingering. She gasped as she saw a big black man standing just a few feet away and grinning broadly as he stared at her exposed pussy. Her face turned bright red at being so exposed, but she did not appear to be all that angry at what they had pulled.
Though she did use her hand to tug her husband's finger out of and off her pussy, she did it slowly and as his hand came away, both men standing received a nice viewing of opened and shiny wet pussy.
Turned on and ready for her husband to take her to bed, and maybe just maybe have his boss come along, she realized now what they had been up to. It was then she decided, 'All right dear husband, if this is what you want to see, I'll show you and you might not like what you see!'
When she shrugged her shoulders and looking up at the two men standing said: "Show me,' her husband's boss spoke in the native's language and grinning down at her, the native unzipped his pants.
Besides being innocent in life, she was still shy and a bit reluctant when she saw that cock exposed after the boss told him to pull it out and let her see it.
"You've got to be kidding!" And that was before he became erect. But after her husband had given her another drink, she again decided to make her husband regret his decision.
They did not treat it like seduction, instead, after she seeing that cock and protesting at first, they had her lie down.
Then, as the black native dropped his pants and began crawling onto the mattress beside her, she saw the camera in her husband's employer's hand. "You want photos," she asked, looking accusingly at her husband?
"Yes baby. Later, when we're alone and remembering, we can look at the photos and maybe be getting it on."
Reluctantly, it looked like, she shook her head in the positive.
The husband, using his boss's interpretive skills, began giving direction on what he wanted to see. The boss, while 'directing' the black man to do it slow as he took photos, took it upon himself to encourage and talk to her as she tried to accept that 'scary' she called it cock into her vagina as her husband used his hands to tug her opened.
Not believing what is happening, she had her head raised as she looked down at herself and her husband boldly tugging her pussy lips opened as the black man tried to take aim.
"Honey, he's so big. Are you sure you want me to do this," she asked pleadingly?
"Yes honey. I know you'll end up liking it and I'll have it to enjoy later on screen."
It wasn't necessary for the boss to give directions. Her eyes met the native's eyes and he knew to slide forward with his cock. She kept talking to her husband.
"I guess...uuh oww that hurts some, I'll try to do this for you."
As she was speaking, her eyes met her husband's boss's eyes. 'If I have to do this, it's you I really wanted, you fool.'
That was what she was thinking, at first, just his boss. But then that hunk of chocolate began to do its work. She groaned loudly when that fat head went in and penetrated her fully. The head was in, more than three inches in, and much more to go.
The boss, now having gone from interpreter to photographer, was getting every inch of the penetration on digital. He was speaking in the native's tongue, telling him to stay high on his knees for now so the penetration would be more visible to the camera from behind.
'That's right," said the boss in the native's tongue. "Fuck in and out slowly, and each time you go forward give her a bit more."
Then she really got into it, now waiting for him to give it all to her and instead bucking her hips up and enveloping that cock before it had been fully given to her. Then, as the black man changed his angle slightly, he began caressing her G spot.
Before long she was not only cumming with the black man, her first continuous orgasms, but for the first time, she was squirting.
Squirting!
Second thoughts for her husband.
The husband, upon seeing his wife squirting, something she had never done with him, and knowing his boss was seeing all this, tried to bring the fuck session to an early conclusion but his wife, no longer shy or reluctant, begged her husband to allow this to continue.
The native, though he could not understand English, caught on to what is happening and asked for more money.
The boss photographer, listened to the black man for a minute and laughing at how this was beginning to backfire on the husband, told the husband the black man wants more money if the fucking is to continue into the night.
'Money? More pay? WTF?'
The cute little redheaded wife, upon hearing that her husband is paying for her to be serviced, immediately realized that she now knew something that might put her in charge.
"You asshole! You're paying him to fuck me?"
Simulating being mad, she threatened to divorce her husband though she made no immediate attempt to 'evict' the black man from her widely stretched pussy.
Not only did she keep that black cock inside her, she slowly raised her legs, higher, still higher and finding that she could still handle his length, wrapped her legs around his waist.
"O.K. dear husband. This is what you wanted to see."
Then she wrapped both hands around his neck and pulled his head down as she kissed him. Her first kiss with a black man, and coming several minutes after first penetration.
She was leaving little doubt, hired or not, whether her husband likes it or not, this man is going to keep fucking her.
With the black man still pumping, slowly, an argument ensued between the wife and her husband, with the little wife steering the discussion in a direction she had thought out.
All the while, throughout the discussion, her hips were rising up to meet her newfound lover's strokes.
When her husband agreed, in desperation to allow her to go on fucking the black man after the photos were done, she added that after the photo taking is finished she wanted to be alone, in her marriage bed, with her hired black lover.
Her husband had no choice but to agree as she smilingly agreed to drop her threats of getting a divorce. Then the husband had to open his wallet and produce some more bills for the black man so he would continue with his fucking.
She changed positions and mounted her now highly desired black cock. More photos were taken by the boss now turned photog, and then the husband asked his wife if they could stop now and 'let my boss go home.'
His boss, however, was understandably not anxious to be leaving.
She pushed it, having the upper hand. She demanded, before he left, she wanted to let her husband's boss fuck her, something to which her husband's boss immediately agreed as the beautiful redhead grabbed him by his pants right in front of his visible bulge.
Then she bent down and opening his fly, got a big smile on her face as she joyfully said, 'Fuck, he's hung too! Long and thick." Then she started sucking his seven-inch cock.
All while still riding her black toy.
With that cock looking so beautiful compared to her husband's much smaller organ, she told her husband's boss to tell the black man to take a break and she would get back to him later.
Then she told her husband to get some more photos for her husband's boss to keep.
'My boss fuck my wife and also have photos to keep?'
Her husband tried to protest, but one look from his boss and the husband shut up.
With the hired man now seated on a couch and holding his dick upright while he watched and awaited his next turn, she proceeded to duplicate all the action she had done with the black man, but now doing it with her husband's boss.
Perhaps the most shocking, she made no effort to have her face be hidden in any of the photos.
The husband, upset but trying not to show it, took more photos. He had hired the black man to fuck his wife because he expected and wanted to see his wife being taken by BBC, but to have his boss fucking his wife while also using a dick that happens to be larger, not good, not good at all.
Perhaps the worst thing for her husband to have to see, his wife kissing his boss, and obviously enjoying it.
Her visibly annoyed husband got his photos, first of the the black cock stretching his wife and though he did not know it at the time, ruining her for her husband's five inch cock, but he also took photos for his boss to keep of his boss's cock in his lovely and now wet with sweat wife as she rode and was ridden by that seven inch cock.
In other words, his wife fucked his boss and her enjoyment of that cock was obvious. Very. She especially made it a point, using intense kissing to show her pleasure at having her husband's employer knowing her intimately.
His employer, enjoying the shit out of this, also made it a point to show the cuckolded husband how much he was enjoying the little wife as he fondled and fucked her every which way including loose.
Running his fingers over her breasts, ass and face as he thoroughly worked her pussy, he even inserted a finger into her little pink anus, something that seemed to set her off even more.
All the while, he was doing what the husband had been having him do earlier. The boss was directing the husband to take photos as 'I fuck your wife in this position, and as she does this, be sure to get some closeups of how my cock is stretching her lovely little snatch.
That's it, now get some more as I get up on my knees over her so you can get better photos from under there.'
There was more. 'Get a couple of photos of your wife's face as I make her cum. There, now get that. Look at how red her face is. Now baby, suck my cock. Fuck what a great set of photos I'm going to have.'
Fucking her to the best of his ability the boss did everything but eat his employee's wife since he did not want to have his mouth go where that chocolate piece of meat had been.
Better to leave that for her pitiful husband.
Fucking joyfully, she orgasmed, yes, and quite easily on that seven inch white cock, but no squirts, which seemed to please her husband. But she told her husband that she probably was no longer squirting because the juice was all used up, though the orgasms were almost as good with his boss as with the black man.
Yes, she said that in front of both white men. Almost as good.
The black man, lucky he, not only was paid to fuck a redhead, a color of a pussy he had never seen, he also got to spend some time alone with her in that marriage bed, about four hours of time.
All the while the husband had to sit in the living room and think about what he had done. Finally, looking at his watch, he knew he had to get the black man out of his house before the neighbors awakened. He entered the bedroom without knocking, and was dismayed to see his wife lying naked arm in arm with her lover, and her hand was holding his dangling cock while they slept.
The husband and boss had brought him in from out of town, but he had insisted on being dropped off at a 'friend's house. Falling in with a new crowd, a few nights later during a home invasion he used the same cock on a blonde pussy.
Now back to our story of the ****.
I think that he knew he had to get me wet and ready first because when he dropped his pants I gasped at what I saw. It was huge looking to me, larger than my husband by far. I heard my husband whisper "No No not that” as the man crawled onto the bed and got between my legs.
I don't know, it seemed like the man was more enjoying seeing my husband's reaction then he was mine. He kept grinning and looking over at my husband as he aimed his cock into me without even looking at my pussy.
I think I must have let out a loud gasp or maybe groan as he went in. At first it was almost hurting, almost, and then he kept going and buried his cock, all the way as he laid down onto me but not all the way on top because my hands were tied and across my chest. .
His penis felt so different from my husband, so much more, and then it hit me as I remembered, this man is not wearing a rubber! For the first time I was being fucked without a rubber! And then he began ****** me in our bed, right next to my husband.
I turned my head away and tried to think of other things but I couldn't because the man was quite large and was ****** me vigorously. The bed was shaking he was doing it so hard and I heard my husband starting to cry.
I wanted to reach out and console my husband but I couldn't because my hands were still tied together in front of me. At the same time the ******'s cock was starting to feel good, and again I wanted to reach out and this time wrap my arms around my ****** but I couldn't so instead I raised my legs, way up and around his waist.
Yes, that was better. Better for him because he could better penetrate me, and better for me because not only was he doing a better job of penetrating me, but I felt now like I was more involved in what is happening.
My husband seeing my legs willingly go up might have been a clue that I was beginning to enjoy my **** but it couldn't be helped.
I guess I was really being noisy because he was doing it so hard and deep and my husband thought I was enjoying being *****. The truth is, I was enjoying it and I sort of quit worrying about my husband, figuring I could just tell him I was pretending later.
As I began thinking of how good my climax with this man might be I felt the black man's penis seem to get harder if that was possible and I felt him cumming in me, maybe creating a baby since my husband had always worn a rubber.
I was worried about being impregnated and at the same time sorry that I had not had time to cum. I think, I think that had I been mentally prepared for him in the beginning, for him and his big cock, I might have cum right off, but unfortunately, that had not been the case.
Feeling a bit guilty about my husband seeing me enjoying this didn't help.
Still, I could feel him throbbing in me, so much more so than I had been feeling my husband when he came into a rubber, and I kept humping my hips up at him, trying to suck him in and yes, swallow his cum with my pussy.
He throbbed for a long time. When he finished he stayed on me, in me for a while longer like he was planning on doing it twice. He was moving his hips but I guess he used himself up the first time because he couldn't get it hard again.
Even after I willingly kissed him and allowed our tongues to mingle, he couldn't get hard again.
Even with his penis soft, it still like there was so much more in me than I had known over the past two days.
As my first ****** was getting off of me another man entered the room. I think he was the other man who had been fingering me earlier. They spoke to each other in an African language and laughed. I really don't know if they were talking about me or my husband because at one point the man who had just finished ****** me pointed at my husband's penis and again they laughed.
I looked over where they had pointed and saw that my husband's penis looked all small and shriveled up, probably from nervousness and I guess I can understand why the two men laughed at seeing it looking that way.
Also, I noticed that there was a shiny drop on the tip of my husband's penis, like pre-fluid, and I felt bad because my husband had never been able to use his pre-fluid to make love to me since there had always been a rubber in the way.
My husband is circumcised and his little dripping cock head was sort of poking out above the end of his shriveled penis and they could see it looking so forlorn. My ****** had been uncircumcised and I am sure it would have felt different to me inside from my husband if they had been near the same size, but with the huge difference in size I couldn't really know.
Then the second man pulled off his pants and started to get up on the mattress. I was looking toward the door as the first man was leaving and saying goodby with my eyes and I didn't see my second ******'s cock before he managed to get up between my legs.
My husband apparently saw it though because I heard him whisper. "No no, not again. He'll kill her with that cock!"
(Readers, is that one scary looking black cock, or what?)
It was then that I reached out with my other hand and tried to reach my husband's hands, either of them but they were tied together and too far away so instead I placed it up on the back of his head and sort of pulled my husband's head toward me a few inches.
I wanted to kiss him, and maybe have him share in the pleasure I was starting to feel, but my husband did not help me as I tried to pull him closer. I don't know, maybe he didn't want to get too close to my ******, whose head was right there.
I was trying, in my own way, to let my husband know that I cared about him and his feelings even as the pleasure started to build from my ******.
I heard my poor husband murmur 'Not again,' as he heard me start making sounds. Fortunately I was quite wet inside from the first man because the second man was even larger, maybe not longer, but thicker.
Thicker for sure because I was aware of every bit of the feel of his penis as he drug it in and out of me. Well, not really out, but almost. When I say he was dragging it, I mean it, because the fit was so tight between us.
The fit was tight but he had lots of energy and I was grunting from the force of his deep strokes and gasping because he was sort of knocking the wind out of me and my husband again thought I was enjoying it and started crying.
I guess the fact that I had pulled my hand away from my husband's head so as to better hold the ****** close to me while at the same time again raising my legs up up and around another man's waist to better take all of him might have been a clue to my husband as to what I was feeling.
To be honest, I again sort of forgot about my husband and gave my concentration, all of it to this new man. I wanted to cum this time and hoped that he would last.
He did. Oh I came, How I came, so hard, so intense. It was something I had not known possible, this pleasure.
Again I heard my husband whimper. No way, no way would I be able to convince my husband now that I had been faking it. He knew. I had climaxed, and intensely, with this man.
Even better, he was still lasting, holding back maybe.
My ******'s face was close to mine, beside my face and I used my hand to guide him around. He knew, and our lips met. He was still pumping, trying to hold back I think and make this last, but I had orgasmed and I think my lips on his, our tongues joined, set him off.
He had started on a climb that could not be stopped. He gave me several hard and quick pumps, each one making me grunt, and I felt his cock, already huge, grow larger it felt like as his orgasm began.
He was able to cum harder it seemed, then the first man. Maybe it just seemed that way, but I felt his every throb. I almost came too, close. Another minute, a few more pumps, and I would have came a second time.
As he seemed to slow his movements, I reached down between our bodies and started rubbing my clit. Surprised, he began pumping again, his cock still being large enough soft to thrill me.
I heard my husband whisper, maybe to himself it was so low: "Why baby?"
I was right on the edge, and when that wonderful penis started caressing me on the inside again, that set me off. With a loud groan I came, maybe showing my husband why, and again I heard my husband whimper as my ****** again laid his body on mine.
He didn't get hard again, fully, but it had risen some while I had been stroking my clitoris. I think, right then, that the ****** and I achieved some form of closeness, some form of understanding at how we had enjoyed using each other's bodies.
Yes, I had used his body just like he had used mine.
Then, after he had stayed on me for a bit. I wanted to kiss again, but he kept his head down beside mine, and our lips were out of reach. I wondered. Are all men like this? They are romantic. So involved. They cum, They’re done.
My husband, over the past two nights had been that way. The ****** before, and now this one. All the same. They get it up, they get it in, they get it off, and they get it out. I have learned so much about men after just three days of marriage.
When he finally climbed off of me there was quite a mess on the sheets. Instead of closing my legs like I had done when the first man had climbed off, I remained spread. Opened wide so he could see what he might have done to me.
To my blonde, white woman, veddy British pussy.
I think I probably looked like a mess, down there. Two black men had known and enjoyed the feel of my blonde womanhood. Two men had came inside me, powerfully, and I am sure that now, as this second man stared down at me, that he might have been able to look inside me, because I had been stretched, wide.
As he was putting that cock away, I kept my eye on it until it had disappeared under his pants. He knew. He knew what I was thinking, that man, and he grinned when he saw and heard me sigh as his cock was no longer visible to me.
Then with a grin at my husband, yes my husband, he started to walk out. Then, like as an afterthought, he turned to look at my husband again, laughed, and walked out.
I wondered what that was about, but I didn't look at my husband as I continued to lay with my legs wide, wet pussy opened, and seeing who might come next. You want some of this? Enjoy your sloppy thirds.
While not really wanting to do it since I was so satisfied, I was expecting the other two to come in and **** me and thank goodness they didn't come back into the bedroom.
After a few minutes, when it became obvious by the quiet that they all might have left, I closed my legs and looked toward my husband. He was not looking at me, but rather staring up at the ceiling.
He knew I had been waiting, and with my legs opened.
And then I looked at his shriveled cock and saw why the ****** had looked and laughed. It was still shriveled, but there in front of him, three or four inches in front, on his thigh, cum! A big wet spot of cum, shining in the light.
I had never seen my husband's cum outside of a rubber. Even then, I never really had seen his cum because when he finished making love to me, each time, let me count, maybe five times total over the past two nights before this one, my husband had turned his back to me as he stood up and removed the rubber.
Then, before I could really see it, he had placed it in the trash in the bathroom.
Now there it was, on his leg and running down. Is it possible? Was it possible? My husband had achieved an erection and climaxed while watching me fucking the second black man? He must have, otherwise, how did that cum get there, that cum that is now turning watery and running down his inner thigh and staining the already stained mattress?
Still, as I stared, at his shriveled and looking so small cock, he wouldn't meet my eyes. Before undoing his bonds, I walked, or rather staggered to the front of the house to check. Shit! Cum started running out of me as I walked and I had to place my hand under to catch it. Still, I kept walking.
Yes, they were gone. I then came back into the bedroom, wiped my cummy hand on the sheet and undid my husband's hands, leaving his feet for him to do while pretending that I could not see the cum that had now ran down his thigh.
Without a word being said between us, I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower to let the water warm up while I sat on the loo.
I heard him yell out, 'You don't want to shower or use the toilet. The police will need the evidence.”
I knew what 'evidence' he was talking about. Cum. The cum from two black men who had placed it deep within me. Cum that might have made me pregnant. If I turn out to be pregnant, there will be no doubt who has done it, and not my rubber wearing husband.
Did I say 'no doubt?” I forgot. No doubt to be shared between my two black rapists.
“Do you really want to call the police,” I yelled out to my husband?
I didn't really want anyone to know, me being just married and having a huge wedding, with gifts now gone probably, and the money. But my husband, maybe because of the gifts and the money, called the police. I guess he didn't care about my dignity or privacy.
I didn't know what to do with all that cum the rapists had left in me. My husband didn't want me to drain it in the commode, or take a shower. So instead I went to the bed and laid down flat on my back. Now, if they want to see and get a sample of cum, I'm ready.
The Police Conduct Their Investigation.
Fortunately, since my husband had said '****' on the phone, a policewoman came along, and she had a **** kit. I heard my husband talking to them loudly outside the bedroom, and then in they came. Two of them, policeman and policewoman.
I heard the policewoman tell my husband he would have to wait outside and I thought WTF, a policeman can come in and not my husband?
Because of me trying to keep the cum inside, I didn't move. When they saw me lying naked on the bed, legs still opened, they both came right up beside the bed and stared for a moment as I stared back.
The policewoman stared down at my nudity and asked, "Is this the way they left you or did you move around?"
I looked at her, over at him as he continued to study my soiled body and said "I went to the bath, didn't use it and came back to the bed at my husband's suggestion."
Then the attractive policewoman said to her partner, "You better wait outside. I need to do this and she might need to do some talking at first. Interview the husband and see what all they took."
The policeman kept staring at me lying naked and spread on the bed as he talked to his partner and delayed his leaving for as long as possible. “You want us to wait outside then while you interview her?”
“Yes. This might take a while. Gather your evidence, what the men stole and getting the husband's version of the story.”
She looked at me. "Your husband was present, in the bed as you were being *****?"
"Yes. The entire time."
I must say, that policeman seemed in no hurry to turn and leave as he continued to stare at my naked form.
I think she knew we needed to talk first. Setting her case on the floor, she came over to the edge of the bed and sitting down, she took my hand in hers.
"Hi. I'm officer Pamela Jones. Are you O.K? With that sweaty body and your pussy all wet below, it looks like you've been through Hell and returned."
I immediately liked this woman, sensing that she would be understanding. "I'm alright, I think. I'm still here in spirit. I'm not so sure about my body."
"How many men were there? How many of them on you?"
"Two."
"Only two? Your husband said there were four men."
"Yes, and they all saw me and fondled my body, but only two actually fucked me. Maybe they felt they had to leave before they got caught, I don't know."
"Those two men, black I assume?"
"Yes. Very."
"Were either of them big, between the legs?"
"Yes. Both. Very."
"No surprise there."
Now readers, going to the third person, here's what was happening.
The policewoman, though married, was secretly attracted to certain women, and this woman, this lovely blonde, naked and still sweaty in front of her was very attractive to her, raw pussy and all. This part of the job, using her **** kit on some of the women, was one of the benefits of her job.
She reached out and felt the bride's right breast with her fingers. Then she reached with both hands and cupped both the victim's breasts. “Your body looks kind of red. Are you tender here? Sometimes these rapists squeeze breasts too hard."
"No, I'm fine up there. They had my hands tied in front part of the time and my tied up arms were in the way."
"You're lucky then." Seeing that the blonde's nipples had stiffened, she looked down. “Spread your legs a bit more for me please.”
The policewoman reached out and tenderly used her fingers to open the bride's inner lips on one side and look inside. "Looks pretty red inside, and I see you have all kinds of semen starting to run out."
“All kinds? Yes, from two men. They both came in me.”
The policewoman looked up into the bride's eyes. "Did you allow any of it to drain out before we got here?”
“No. I started to sit and my husband said not to, so I just laid myself on this bed since there seemed to be so much cum coming out of me.”
“Yes. It looks like you have a lot left inside, and it's running down your butt crack as well. Tell me, did either of them have or attempt anal sex with you?”
“No, thank goodness. I could never have handled that. Not even my husband has been there.”
“I see. It's probably a good thing for sure, those two men being so big.” Then she raised her eyes to the bride while still holding her tugged open.
"Your inner lips look so red, like they really have been abused. Your husband said you are just married. So tell me. Were you a virgin, on your wedding night?"
"Yes. Just two nights ago."
“And this is just between you and I. Your husband, is he anywhere near the size of those two men?”
The bride blushed, unwilling to admit it at first, then after a few seconds; “My husband is much smaller.”
"Wow. I'm so sorry you had to make that adjustment so soon into your marriage. Were you able to take them comfortably, those two black men with their large penises and you being so small, and fresh?"
Unthinkingly, the blonde victim reached down and caressed her clitoris, just for a moment before catching herself and pulling her hand away. The policewoman saw it and took note. 'She's aroused!'
"Not at first. ' She hesitated, then apparently becoming excited as she remembered, the bride became animated as she began talking faster. "The first man, it was like losing my virginity all over again. The second man was easier to take even though he was thicker. His **** went easier, and he stayed on me, in me, for a much longer time.
That might be why I am so red, he kept pumping into me for so long and many times. They both were so much larger than my husband. But I adapted."
"Are you on the pill? I see a large quantity of semen in you."
"No. No pills. And my husband was using a rubber, from the very first time."
The policewoman sighed and shook her head. ""It's probably a good thing then, your husband having used rubbers. Those two men are the only ones to have taken you bareback and shot their semen into you.”
Before the policewoman could go on, the bride interrupted. “Yes. I could really feel them cumming in me, probably because they weren't using a rubber, and of course, they were so much larger and I was very much aware of the feeling.”
“Yes, a rubber does tend to cut down on the feeling. That way, the two of them fucking you while doing it skin-to-skin, if you end up pregnant, you'll know it was one of the rapists and you can better decide whether to have an abortion of not."
The policewoman looked into the bride's eyes. "Your husband might not want to touch you for a while. That's common in cases of the wife being ***** like this, especially if he sees the ******'s cock and it turns out to be bigger.
When your husband does want sex again, if it's before your period is due, I suggest that you continue to use a rubber with your husband until you know for sure. He'll probably want to do it bare skinned since he saw the two rapists doing that, but you need to stick to your guns."
"I understand." She shook her head. “Poor man, my husband, never having been inside me without a rubber and seeing them having me that way. I was holding off on birth control until I got back to England and saw my regular doctor for a prescription.”
The policewoman again tugged the bride's lips opened and looked inside. "So red. Are you hurting? Inside maybe since they were so large?”
“No. No hurt. Not inside but my lips are pretty tender. They both were very thick and stretching me, but it was only uncomfortable for a little while.”
“How about length? Did either of them go too deep and maybe hit bottom on you and hurt you? Do you need for me to call an ambulance and have you checked out internally at the hospital?"
"I don't think so. No, no ambulance, and no hospital. I'll be alright. They were long, yes, but I was mainly aware of how much I was being stretched."
"I see." She used both sets of fingers to stretch those still red lips opened further. "You're O.K. Internally then. But how about here. Are you tender out here?"
As the policewoman was tugging the victim's lips opened, in the process she was tugging downward on the victim's clitoris and stimulating her.
On purpose.
"Yes. They did stretch me quite a bit, especially the second man."
"I see," said the policewoman as she continued to spread the little blonde open and look inside. "Good thing the largest man came second then."
Still holding those lips, she looked down into the bride's eyes. "Did you enjoy it, any of it?"
The bride in turn, was again feeling arousal as she looked up into the policewoman's eyes. “If I did, is that so wrong? I couldn't help what my body was telling me.”
'She enjoyed it!'
The policewoman nodded understandingly. “I know. Sometimes getting a big cock, one larger than you have been getting at home can be very enjoyable. Your body has a mind of its own sometimes.”
The bride blushed, her face actually turning a bit red. "Yes. But please don't say anything to anyone. I don't want it known. Especially my husband but he suspects, I'm sure."
“So you orgasmed with those two men? If you did, you'll need to keep it to yourself because we don't want testimony like that being used against you in court. If it comes out that you were cumming, the men can claim the sex was consensual.”
The bride sniffed, while being very aware that the policewoman was still holding her vagina opened a ways with her fingers and creating a desire for more. “I'll keep it to myself. To be truthful though, I only orgasmed with the second man.”
"Not the first one?"
"No, there wasn't time." She sniffed. "My husband was watching, and crying..."
"If must have been rough on him. But you wanted to cum though, by then. Am I right?"
"Yes. But please don't let it be known."
The policewoman shares her secret fuck.
"Don't worry. I understand." Wanting to further establish rapport with the young victim, the policewoman confided in her. "I too was ***** once, sort of. By a black man. I was a bit ***** and he was pushy, but once he got it in, his cock, I enjoyed him."
"You enjoyed him?"
"Yes. We were doing it standing up, against a wall. Even standing he was long enough to get way inside of me and I actually came with him. Really hard I came."
The bride stared at the policewoman's hands. "I see your rings. Were you were married when that black man got you?"
"Yes. Yes I was and am still married." She giggled. “I didn't know him, but he knew my husband, that black man. When that man was fucking me, my husband was right behind that wall, in another room talking and drinking with his buddies.”
Rapport had been established and the bride giggled softly. "I think I know the feeling. That probably was very exciting for you, all that danger of being caught and being fucked by a stranger with your husband so close. Did you cum better than with your husband?"
The policewoman nodded. "Yes, and that's my secret. I climaxed twice with him even though it was a quickie. I'd never done that before, came twice in a row. The second time I came, it was right in the middle of his cumming, and I joined right in."
"Did he have a really large penis, a thick one, like my two men?"
"You better believe it! I never really had a look at it since it was dark where we were fucking, but I sure could feel it. His cock was nice, really long, too long perhaps but we were standing. I mainly enjoyed his thickness, but a cock like that,” she shook her head, “ I wouldn't want it as a steady diet. Just once in awhile, on the side for variety."
She looked at the bride. "And you? You said you came with the second ******?."
The bride blushed. She did not want the whole truth known, so she told part of it. "Yes better, with the second man. Like I said, I didn't cum with the first one." She sighed. “Almost, but there wasn't quite enough time.”
The policewoman nodded. "It'll be our secret. So now you don't have to worry. I understand how you must feel, the guilt."
“I really do feel guilty because it was so obvious I was enjoying my ****, because after I had reached orgasm with the second man, he was about to get off and I started playing with myself. He seemed surprised but started pumping to accommodate me and I came again. And, I think my husband knew what I was doing.”
The policewoman nodded understandingly. “"You played with yourself? That could be bad in court, if the ****** says you were playing with yourself in order to cum again. Never, ever, admit to that if it comes out.”
"The entire time my husband was lying tied up beside us, and he was whimpering, crying actually. I think he knew I was cumming. Poor man. I took a look over at his penis and it looked all shriveled up but it was dripping at the same time. Tell me officer Jones, do you ever get over the guilt?"
"You can call me Pamela when we're alone. It's a mixed feeling. Since I enjoyed it once we started, that black man against the wall, I know that it was wrong, but at the time it felt so right. We even,” she paused, “we even kissed one another. Not only before we came, but after as well.”
The bride nodded in agreement. "It felt right with my man too, once I had kissed him. I didn't even know his name, the second guy, and yet he made me cum so good."
Pamela giggled. "I guess we have something in common then. We both had a black lover and enjoyed it. Our little secret, you and I." And then, shockingly but not surprisingly, Pamela leaned her head close to the bride, and they kissed. A tender kiss. A caring kiss. A kiss that might lead to more, later.
When the kiss ended, they both tried to act like the impulsive act had not occurred. "Pamela? Those men, the two or all four, any chance you might catch them?"
"I doubt it to be honest. There are black men roving all over South Africa and they speak so many different dialects that it is very hard to even question people about who they might have been. Best you just forget our finding them, though we will keep trying, and try to put your marriage in order."
The policewoman removed her fingers from the bride's tender pussy lips and dipped one finger into the cum seeping out of that pussy and with a quick but gentle move, inserted the finger into the bride's anus.
"Oh! What are you doing? That feels....she paused, "good."
"That's what I thought. You like it. Here is what I propose in order for you to sort of make things well again between you and your husband. Invite him to fuck you in the ass. Tell him that although those men had you first bareback in the pussy, and you can't take that back, you want to have him be the first and only into your rear."
The policewoman was stroking her finger back and forth, working that tight anus and turning the bride on.
"Wow. Pamela. That sounds like a good idea, having my husband fuck me in...Oh my that's good, where your finger is. Did you do that with your husband?"
"Wasn't necessary since he never knew I fucked a big, black man, but I do have anal sex with him and there, at least, he still feels big enough."
"Thank you. When my husband is willing to talk about..things, I'll make him the offer. For sure, his little wrinkled penis will feel big to me there."
"If your were cleaned up, I'd love to show you what I can do with this, and you." Pamela was using her fingers to open that tight reddened snatch again.
"I guess you'll have my number, and you know where I live, although I don't know how long we'll be staying on here now."
Yes. We need to get together. I really feel attracted to you."
"You too Pamela. I never thought, never dreamed I would feel this way towards another woman. I'm going to have to really think on this night, so much has happened."
The policewoman released her fingers from holding the bride opened and reached for her **** kit. “We'll get together, and soon. And now, we'd better get on with gathering the evidence. Those men are waiting out there."
Back to the first person.
I was able to provide her with lots of 'evidence.'
Later, wearing a robe, I told the police, policemen, describing to them all that had happened including how large the men had been, and leaving out the detailing of how I had enjoyed much of it and apparently, my husband, some of it.
Some damned reporter read the report and maybe he put two and two together, and he wrote a report for the local paper that did not exactly make me look like the total victim.
Fortunately, I had not told the police one hot little bit, not even the policewoman. I had never orgasmed with my husband, but those two men, the first almost, and the second, oh yes, twice.
Can you imagine? A black ****** made me cum and as I tell this, my husband still hasn't. That damned reporter, he would have put that into his paper too, I'm sure.
So maybe I'll move back to Britain as my husband wants. That'll be alright with me, His folks live in S. Africa, and mine are in Britain. So, I'll be close to ******. My husband will be separated from his parents, but maybe he wants it that way, because there aren't as many black men in Britain.
