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. Honeymoon Bride Raped

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    Honeymoon bride raped
    Read all the way down for a modified version of the actual news report.

    by EroticWriter

    Added to, the police interview, after 7356 had already read this. Hmm, I said that
    in late October, but for some reason the hot police interview I inserted was not there later, so I added it again after 8,489 had read this by 12 November. If you read this before 12 November, read again as it has been added to and hotted up near the end.

    I also added some detail about the adventures of one rapist's cock before it came to visit our little blonde bride.

    Note readers. This is a news report EXACTLY as it was placed on line from S. Africa. With that bold black headline above: in that size since I cut and pasted it. Honeymoon bride raped.

    I cut and pasted it and have not added or changed ONE word. As you read, 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.

    There is a funny kind of dollar symbol in front of the word rand, the S. African form of currency. I do not have that symbol on my keyboard, further proof that I cut and pasted the story.

    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 below 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. The version I have created has some of those elements readers like to see, black men cumming into an married and unprotected white pussy while giving her orgasms she has never felt with her smaller white husband.

    Note: In real life, women do not like to be raped though on a rare occasion there might be the exception.

    Honeymoon bride raped

    A BRITISH bride has been gang-raped 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 raped 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 raping 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 raped.

    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 raped 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 rape 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-raped in the Kruger National Park. A motorist who tried to help her was shot dead.

    End of actual report.

    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. The one liner at the end about another woman being raped 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 raped, and especially not in the manner described, in front of their helpless husbands. Just fantasy. OK?

    Honeymoon bride raped

    A BRITISH bride has been gang-raped 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 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 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.

    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 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, exactly the color of a milk chocolate candy bar, and 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.

    About that cock nick-named 'No no not that.'

    Readers, below, see the cock she is talking about shown in a photo
    taken by a white husband a few days before as he prepared to let the
    black man fuck his white wife.

    The hand holding the cock is her husband's. As a matter of fact, though
    the wife did not know it, her husband was paying the black man to do it.
    The husband had also brought along a friend, his boss, to take photos
    of his wife being fucked by the BBC.

    Besides being innocent in life, she was shy and a bit reluctant, but after
    her husband had given her a few drinks, she got into it and before long
    she was not only cumming with the black man, her first continuous
    orgasms, but for the first time, she was squirting.

    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 boss photographer, who also was acting as an interpreter, listened
    to the black man for a minute and told the husband the black man
    wants more money if the fucking is to continue into the night.

    The cute little red-headed wife, upon hearing that her husband is
    paying for her to be serviced, threatened to divorce her husband.
    When her husband agreed, in desperation to allow her to go on fucking
    the black man for the rest of the night, she added that after the
    photo taking was 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.

    Also, 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 bent down and started sucking his seven-inch cock.

    The husband, upset but not trying 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 whip out a dick that
    also happens to be larger, not good, not good at all.

    Her visibly annoyed husband got his photos, not only of 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 also of his no longer a friend's but
    still his boss's cock in her as she rode and was ridden by that seven
    inch cock.

    In other words, his boss fucked his wife and her enjoyment of that cock was
    obvious. Very.

    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 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.

    The black man, lucky he, not only was paid to fuck a red-head, a color of
    a pussy he had never seen,. he also got to spend some time alone with
    her, about four hours. and a few nights later he used the same cock
    on a blonde pussy)

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    Now back to our story about the bride being raped.

    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 raping 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 raping 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 rapist's cock was starting to feel good, and again I wanted to reach out and this time wrap my arms around my rapist 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 rape 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 raped. 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.

    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 with his penis soft, it still like there was so much more in me than I had known over the past two days.

    As he 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 raping 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 his 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 rapist 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 goodbye with my eyes and I didn't see my second rapist's cock before he managed to get up between my legs.

    My husband saw it however, and I heard him whisper to himself and maybe to someone else. "Please God, Not that. He'll kill her with it."

    Readers. And here we have a photo of the scariest black cock ever. No wonder her husband said his prayers. If you click on it and it does not blow up, that is because you have not joined this site. But the photo is also at the beginning of this story.

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    He wisely took the time to undo my bindings and free my hands. I placed one hand on the man's shoulder as he began fondling my breasts and using my free arm I raised my upper body off the pillow to look and could see that he was hugely ready to go as he prepared to take aim and he too began raping me right beside my husband.

    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 rapist, 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 rapist.

    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 rapist 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 rapist'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. With a loud groan I came, and again I heard my husband whimper as my rapist 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 rapist 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 rapist 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 rape 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.

    And then I looked at his shriveled cock and saw why the rapist had looked and laughed. It was still shriveled, but there in front if 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. 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.

    Fortunately, since my husband had said 'rape' on the phone, a policewoman came along, and she had a rape kit. She entered my bedroom escorted by a male cop, and boy did his eyes get wide when he saw me lying there naked and still spread somewhat.

    Woman to woman, the interview

    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. Then she turned to her fellow officer, who was still staring.

    "You can leave now Officer Hines. I can take it from here."

    "You don't want me to stay and take notes?"

    "No officer Hines. You can be assisting the other officers in taking inventory along with her husband of all the items those men stole."

    As the officer left, she again turned to me and still holding my hand, squeezed it.

    "Hi. I'm officer Pamela Jones. Are you O.K? With that sweaty body and your pussy all wet and sticky looking 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 rape 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 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." 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.”

    The policewoman looked up into the bride's eyes. Did you allow any of it to drain out before we got here?”

    “No. 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 neve 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 little 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?"

    "Not at first. 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 rape 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 so much 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 interuupted. “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."

    She 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 raped like this. 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."

    "I understand." She shook her head. “Poor man, my husband, never having been inside me without a rubber. I was holding off 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. "Are you hurting? Inside maybe since they were so large?”

    “No. No hurt. They both were very thick and stretching me, but it was only uncomforable 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 only 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?"

    "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."

    She looked down into the bride's eyes. "Did you enjoy it, any of it?"

    The bride in turn, looked up into the policewoman's eyes. “If I did, is that so wrong? I couldn't help what my body was telling me.”

    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. "Yes. But please don't say anything to anyone. I don't want it known."

    “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. “I'll keep it to myself. To be truthful though, I only came with the second man.”

    "Don't worry. I understand. I too was raped once, sort of. By a black man. I was a bit drunk and he was pushy, but once he got it in, I enjoyed him. 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. "I see your rings. Were you were married when that black man got you?"

    "Yes. Yes I was and am 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.”

    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. The second time I came, it was right in the middle of his cumming, and I joined right in.

    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 rapist?."

    The bride blushed. She did not want it the whole truth known, so she told part of it. "Yes better, with the second man. 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 rape, 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. “That could be bad in court, if the rapist 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. 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. "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 rape 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. 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 family. 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.

    She turned him around and came on in alone. I was able to provide her with lots of 'evidence.'

    Later, wearing a robe, I told the police, 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. I had never orgasmed with my husband, but those two men, the first almost, and the second, oh yes, twice. 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 family. 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.
     
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