Wedding Night ****
By some one named triple flip with modifications, much added text and enhancements by EroticWriter.
Story I found on another site, enjoyed and modified to better fit our reader's taste. Enjoy. EW
"You may kiss the bride."
The preacher's words rang in Allen's ears. He looked down at Courtney, his young bride. She was no more than five feet tall. At 5'8, Allen towered over her. Her beautiful round face was framed in reddish-blonde hair, falling in gentle curls. Her big, gray eyes gazed up at his. Her smooth pale skin glowed in the gentle candle light.
Allen's eyes gazed over her smooth, bare shoulders, and her neck, where her soft skin plunged into the gentle cleavage of her small, perfectly-shaped breasts. She looked just the same as when they met in high school. She was a sophomore. He was a Senior. They had dated all through high school and college.
Their lips met. Courtney felt a tingle. They had kissed before. They had necked and petted, but always stopped. Tonight it would be different, Tonight it would be okay. Allen felt the promise in his new wife's mouth. Standing at the altar, their tongues met briefly before their lips parted.
The rest of the service and the reception were a blur. So many people, friends, parent's friends. For much of the formality, Allen's mind was on one thing. Bedding his new bride. Finally it was over. Casually dressed in jeans, the young couple slipped out the back way and headed for the ****** cabin where they were to spend the first night of their honeymoon.
The headlights of their car were fully illuminating the cabin as they drove up and parked. “There it is baby. Our little home away from home for our honeymoon.”
Courtney snuggled up against him as best she could while reaching across the center console. “This will be a night to remember for the rest of our happily married years.” They kissed once before Allen went around to open her door, and Allen felt his penis stiffen almost completely. Tonight, tonight at last!
Allen slipped the key into the lock. It was a little stiff. The ****** didn't use the cabin much. It was very pretty up here, but rather far away for regular use. It was a perfect place for a honeymoon.
"Carry me?" Allen heard Courtney's voice. She still sounded like a little girl, even though she was 21.
"What?"
"Over the threshold, silly!" she giggled.
"Oh yeah," said Allen, sheepishly. He bent down and picked her up easily. He nudged the door open with his foot. Courtney lay her head against his neck as he stepped inside into the darkness. They kissed before Allen put her down. He turned to find the light switch. Before he found it, he heard Courtney scream as someone grabbed him. Courtney screamed again. He heard her whimpering and breathing hard.
"Doan' move!" a thick, black voice threatened. "Or I'll cut yo' lil' girlfrien'"
"Al... Allen?" Courtney whimpered.
"Shut up!" the voice threatened.
Allen struggled to free his arms. The man holding him was much bigger and very strong. He felt the metal against his wrist. Handcuffs! He struggled until he heard Courtney shriek.
"Doan' move or I'll cut her!"
Allen hesitated. He felt his arms pulled behind him. The cuffs closed around his other wrist. He was helpless!
The lights came on. A big, black man had his arm around Courtney. He towered over her. Her tiny white hands clutched at his thick arm. It was wrapped around her neck. His other hand held an enormous knife to her delicate white throat!
Courtney gasped when she saw Allen handcuffed. The man holding her released her. Courtney backed away as he turned and locked the door. Then he turned back towards her. She was trembling, her eyes wide.
"Go sit on the bed!" he ordered. The other man pushed Allen down in a chair. He looped a length of cord around Allen's waist, tying it off.
Courtney sat on the bed. She shivered and sobbed. She was hugging herself, crossing her arms over her chest.
Allen squirmed in the chair. He didn't like the hungry way these two big black men were looking at his pretty young wife.
"Yo! She's badd!" said the one that had handcuffed Allen. He had a scar on his cheek where he had be cut in a fight.
"No shit!" said the other one. He was tall and a little fat. They both looked as if they were older, maybe in their forties. The tall fat one was standing over Courtney. He was looking down her top. He could see her firm young breasts pressing up her thin white bra.
"You his girlfrien?" he asked.
"We're MARRIED!" Courtney replied.
To her horror, the man sat down on the bed next to her. The bed sagged under his weight and Courtney had to resist gravity as she slid away from him. He was grabbing at her!
"Noooo!" she shrieked. She wriggled away, slapping at his big hands. He grabbed her arm. She tried to punch at him with her free hand. He grabbed it, and they wrestled. Then she heard Allen cry out. The man with a scar had hit him, in the stomach! Allen was bent over the chair, moaning and trying to catch his breath!
"NOOOO!" Courtney shrieked. "Allen! Don't hurt him! Please!"
"You gonna be nice?" the man holding her arms asked. Courtney continued to wrestle him. She had to get away. She had to help Allen.
"Hit him again, real hard, so she gets the message. Make it hurt!" the fat man urged.
"NOOO! Oh GOD!" Courtney burst into tears. She looked up at the man holding her arms.
"PLEASE don't hurt him!" she sobbed. "I'll do what you want!"
"No, don't, Courtney," Allen moaned. Then he cried out as the man with a scar slapped his head, hard.
"Shut up, muthafucka!" he said. There was a ripping noise as the man with a scar peeled off a length of duct tape. Allen twisted his head, but he was unable to keep the man from taping his mouth.
On the bed across from Allen, the fat man released Courtney's arms. She threw them over her chest again, sobbing.
"Bring me the cuffs!" she heard the fat man say. Courtney's eyes were wide as she saw the shiny chrome handcuffs dangling from his hand. He peeled her left arm away from her chest and slipped one of the bracelets around her left wrist. He noticed her wedding set. It looked new.
"Jus' married?" he said. His voice was suddenly gentle.
Courtney sniffed back a tear and nodded. "Today," she whimpered. "P... Please don't hurt me!" she sobbed as the man pushed her hands behind her and fastened the cuff to her other wrist. She struggled instinctively, trying to free her hands.
"Out of prison just a few hours and it looks like we got us a fresh lil' bride!" the fat man said to the man with a scar.
The man with a scar bent down so his face was next to Allen's.
"We're gonna fuck yo' pretty lil' bride!" he gloated.
"MMMMMF! MMMMF!" Allen tried to scream through the gag. He was writhing frantically, trying to get free.
Courtney screamed. These men are going to **** her! This was a nightmare! She jumped to her feet. Handcuffed, there was nowhere to run. She stumbled back into the door, her eyes wide, breathing hard. These men, BLACK men, want to **** her! The fat man got up from the bed. He walked towards Courtney. His big black hands reached for her.
"Nooo! Nooo! Oh, GOD!" Courtney burst into tears. She twisted away, dancing across the room, shrieking. Her screams covered Allen's muffled shouts. There was a muffled thud. Allen's shouts changed to gasping moans. The man with a scar had hit him again, hard, in the abdomen. Allen was bent over in the chair.
"ALLEN!" Courtney screamed. The man with a scar grabbed his hair, jerked him upright. Courtney could see Allen's face wrenched with pain. The man holding his hair made a fist. He was going to hit Allen again.
"Nooo! Nooo!" Courtney screamed. She started toward Allen. The fat man slipped behind her. He grabbed her cuffed wrists, jerking them up until Courtney was bent over.
"Oww!" Courtney gasped. "You're HURTING me!"
There was another thud. Allen groaned again.
"Nooo! Stop it! You'll kill him!" Courtney shrieked.
"You gonna be nice to us?" the fat man demanded.
"Yes, yes, just don't hurt him," Courtney sobbed. The man released her wrists. She stood up, trembling and breathing hard. Allen's head was back. His eyes stared at her. They glazed, unseeing. She could tell he was in pain.
"Oh, God!" she sobbed. "Please, I'll do anything, just don't hurt him!"
"Thas' right!" Courtney felt the fat man's hands. He was still standing behind her. She felt his hands caressing her shoulders through her top. It made her shiver.
"You be good to us and we won't hurt Allen no mo'"
"Yes," Courtney sobbed. "I will!"
The fat man pulled Courtney against him. She felt the warm, firm bulge in his pants press into her cuffed wrists. To her horror, his big hands slipped from her shoulders. His fingers were curving over her breasts!
"Ohhh!" Courtney whimpered. She pulled helplessly at the handcuffs. She flinched and began to twist away. Then she saw the other man, standing by Allen, watching her. He was waiting to hit Allen again! Courtney stopped struggling. She let the fat man pull her against him.
Allen saw the man's big black hands curve over his wife's top. He groaned helplessly.
The fat man felt Courtney surrender. His fingers cupped both her breasts, sliding slowly and very gently over the soft fabric of her top. He could feel the seams of her thin bra, probably a "B" cup. Underneath, he felt the tense firmness of her young breasts. His fingers massaged and caressed where he expected her nipples to be. Courtney shivered and moaned, then rewarded him with stiff little bumps he could feel through her clothes.
Allen squirmed helplessly in the chair. He could see the fat man's hands curved around the bulges in his young bride's thin top. He watched the fabric deflect as the fat man's fingers teased and caressed her nipples. Poor Courtney choked back a sob. She felt her body responding. She was giving the passion she had been saving for Allen to another man!
The fat man groaned in pleasure. He felt Courtney shiver. He could tell she was responding. He liked that! Her nipples were hard, even through the material of her top and her bra. He slid his hands lower, following the girl's soft body down to her waist. Still standing behind her, the fat man bent down. He reached around and began to unfasten Courtney's jeans!
She stifled a little gasp. The fat man felt her shiver as he unbuttoned them and fumbled for the zipper. Bending lower, he slipped the jeans down Courtney's smooth white legs. She was wearing ordinary white panties.
"Step out!" The fat man ordered. Shivering and sobbing, Courtney slipped off her shoes, one at a time, and pulled her feet from her jeans. The fat man was standing behind her. He turned her to face him.
Courtney let out a little scream. The fat man was towering over her. He was holding the biggest knife she had ever seen! Courtney screamed again as the blade flashed. The front of her top parted without a sound as the fat man cut it away. Her shoulders twisted as she tried to free her hands to cover herself.
The fat man finished cutting away Courtney's top. He turned her around again. The man with a scar moved out from behind Allen. Courtney looked up at him. He was eyeing her, a wicked grin on his face. He was unzipping his pants!
"Hit yo' knees, bitch!" he snarled. He bent down to get his stiff cock out of his pants.
"Oh my God!" gasped Courtney as his hugeness was exposed. "Nooo!"
The fat man pressed down on her shoulders.
"Nooo! Oh God!" Courtney sobbed.
"Maybe you bettuh hurt her lil' husban' some mo'," suggested the fat man.
The man with a scar stopped. His stiff cock waved as he turned back towards Allen. He was moaning and squirming helplessly.
"No, PLEASE!" sobbed Courtney. She bent her knees and let the man holding her lower her to a kneeling position. The man with a scar was looking down at her. With her smooth tear stained face, her lips quivering, she looked like a little girl. He grabbed his stiff dick and pushed it into Courtney's face She turned her head and felt him rub it over her cheek.
The fat man knelt behind her. She felt his hands on her head. He forced it around toward the man standing in front of her. Bending down, he spoke softly in her ear.
"If you suck him good," he said gently, "maybe he won't **** you." Courtney felt his strong fingers on her cheeks, pushing her chin down. "Open yo' mouth!" he continued. "Real wide!"
The fat man held Courtney's head while the man with a scar guided his stiff penis into Courtney's open mouth. She moaned, a long, helpless sobbing moan as she felt his huge, stiff cock force her lips apart. The head filled her mouth. She felt it press down on her tongue.
Allen watched helplessly as the grinning black man sodomized his pretty young bride. She was naked except for her panties and bra. Her wrists, handcuffed together, dangled helplessly behind her back. The fat man was kneeling behind her. Her beautiful blonde hair spilled over his big black hands as he held her head for his friend to fuck.
He could see the black man's stiff black penis. It was sliding in and out of Courtney's mouth. Allen knew how small her mouth is, and he could see how wide that cock is and he knew that it must be very uncomfortable for Courtney to have her mouth so filled.
He watched her lips and cheeks move. He could hear her sobbing moans, but he could do nothing to help her. He pulled at the handcuffs until his wrists ached. He writhed against the ropes that held him in the chair. It was no use.
The man fucking Courtney's mouth moaned. He was looking down, watching Courtney's face. Her closed eyes were glazed with tears. Her smooth red lips were stretched around the head of his cock. The head of his dick rested on her stiff little tongue. Her smooth, silky cheeks enfolded him. He could see the faint freckles on her smooth pale cheeks.
“Yo' mouth feels so warm, baby.” He rocked his hips slowly, savoring the feeling as the head of his stiff dick slid over the warm, silky flesh of Courtney's hot wet mouth. How many times had he masturbated in his prison cell, dreaming of a moment like this: filling a young white bitch's mouth with his cum. Seeing the anguish on her new husband's face only made it sweeter!
Making their excape from a county jail they had been brought to to face additional charges, the men had managed to make their excape in a car that had been parked for their use by a friend in advance. The police at first, had not realized they had transportation and had started searching the woods in the area.
Free to make their getaway, they had driven several hours straight to put some distance between themselves and the search area. Finding this cabin unocccupied had been a lucky break, and just a few hours later, a package had been delivered to them by her husband, an answer to their dreams.
Courtney moaned as precum spurted into her mouth. She tried to get away. It was no use. The fat man was holding her head. He was murmuring in her ear,
"Swallow it, honey! Swallow it!"
The man with a scar moaned again as his cum flooded Courtney's mouth.
"Shit!" he moaned, rocking his hips, pumping his cum into poor Courtney's mouth. "Suck me, bitch!"
Allen writhed in the chair. He could see his young bride's throat move as she tried to swallow her ******'s cum. It was bubbling out under Courtney's lips, dripping down on her chest. The black man's hips swayed and danced in wild pleasure as he fucked this white wimp's bride in her pretty little mouth.
There were gurgling and coughing sounds. Finally it was over. The scarred man slid his cock out of Courtney's mouth. It was still stiff, shiny with Courtney's saliva. The fat man was wiping the tears and cum from Courtney's face.
"There, there," the fat man said, softly. He wiped the last of his friend's cum from Courtney's chest. He put his big arms around the handcuffed girl and held her against him. He could feel her small body shudder as she sobbed.
He helped her up to a sitting position on the bed. Her eyes were wet with tears, her pretty face wet and puffy.
"You okay?" the fat man asked. Courtney nodded slowly. She sniffed back her tears.
"I... I'm okay," she said. Her voice was high and faint. 'It's over,' she thought. 'They'll let us go. Thank goodness he didn't try to take my virginity with that, it would have hurt badly.'
Sure enough, the fat man had the handcuff key. Courtney felt the bracelet drop from her right wrist. She moved it quickly around in front of her. She waited for the fat man to undo the other cuff. Instead, he set down the key. Pulling her wrists together, he fastened the bracelet around her right wrist again.
The fat man felt his cock surge as he saw the innocent, hurt little girl look on Courtney's face.
"Lay back!" he said.
Courtney's eyes widened. She didn't move. Then she saw the man with a scar. He was standing in front of Allen making a fist!
"Lay back!"
The fat man pressed her shoulders. Courtney let herself fall back on the bed. The fat man stood up. He grabbed her handcuffed wrists and pulled them up over her head!
"No!" Courtney gasped. "What are you doing?"
The fat man had a length of cord. He looped it through the handcuffs and tied her cuffed wrists to the headboard.
"No! Let me go! You promised you wouldn't **** me!" Courtney sobbed.
"Shut up, bitch!" the fat man snarled. His voice was harsh. Courtney squirmed on the bed. Then she saw the man with a scar. He grabbed her ankles in his strong hand and pulled her down the bed until her arms were stretched over her head. The handcuffs were pinching her wrists!
"Oww! Oww! You're HURTING me!" she squealed.
"Shut up!" the man with a scar snarled.
"Ho'd still!" the fat man ordered. With her wrists tied to the headboard and the scarred man holding her ankles, she couldn't move much anyway.
Le's see what you got!" the fat man said, grinning. His big hands reached down for her bra! It fastened in front. She felt his rough hands slide under the clasp. She felt it release.
"Nooo! Oh NOOO!" she whimpered.
Allen writhed in the chair as he watched the fat man slide his wife's limp bra up her arms. Her swollen pointy breasts were sticking straight up. They were smooth and pale white, her small pale nipples protruding. He saw the fat man's big black hands reaching out.
"No! No!" Allen screamed into the tape covering his mouth. He writhed against the rope holding him in the chair. The fat man was touching Courtney, his fingers curving over her bare breasts. He could hear her sobbing, see her wiggling helplessly.
He thought of how silky smooth Courtney's breasts are, how firm, how stiff her little nipples are. Now this black pervert was enjoying her, his Courtney, his wife! He could see her breasts deflect as the fat man's fingers slid over them. He could see Courtney writhe and flinch. She was crying now, sobbing and blubbering.
The fat man's hands slid down Courtney's naked body to her panties. He slipped his thumbs under the waistband.
Courtney screamed, writhing frantically. "Nooo!... (sob) Oh god, no! (sob)..."
The fat man slapped her face, hard. The smack echoed in the small room. Allen writhed in his chair.
"Shut up, you little bitch!" the fat man hissed. Courtney stared up at him in shock, her cheek burning. "Or we'll hurt you and your li'l wimp husband. Understan'?"
Courtney nodded weakly, sniffing back tears. Her lower lip trembled.
"Le's see what you got!" the fat man gloated. Slowly he slid Courtney's panties down, jerking them under her ass. Courtney sobbed but did not squirm as he slid them to her ankles. The scarred man helped him slip them off her feet. She was naked! Naked and helpless.
Allen ground his teeth. He watched the two men looking over his young wife's naked body. She is a virgin. She is his. This was his night! It wasn't right that these two men should have her before he does!
Not only was it not right that they should have her not only first but at all, there was the other. Their size. Allen had seen the size of the first man's penis, and he knew that soon he would be seeing the size of the other man. Hopefully he would be no larger, because the first man was already too large for Courtney's snug little vagina.
The fat man got up. He returned with two more sets of handcuffs. The scarred man held Courtney's ankles while the fat man slipped a cuff around each. Then each man cuffed an ankle to the side of the bed. Courtney's body made a smooth, white "Y" on the bed. Her breasts and cunt were fully exposed and helpless.
Allen was seeing his bride in a way that he had never before enjoyed, her womanhood opened and visible for him to see and enjoy, but now, that womanhood was not for his exclusive use.
Courtney trembled and pulled at her bonds as her captors admired their handiwork. Then, as Courtney watched in horror, they both began to undress!
The scarred man finished first. He crawled on the bed on his hands and knees between Courtney's legs. From the way it looked, his cumming into Courtney's mouth had not cooled his desire for her, because he was looking just as hard as ever. His stiff cock bobbed as he moved, his swollen balls rocking between his legs.
Instinctively Courtney tried to squirm away, but of course she couldn't. She braced herself for the feeling of his body over hers and the penetration to come. Then she looked surprised as, instead of mounting her, he lay on the bed with his face between her legs.
"Ain' nothin' a bro' likes bettuh aftuh gettin' head than suckin' some sweet white pussy!" he gloated.
Allen seethed with rage as he saw the scarred man's head move between his wife's thighs. His big black hands cradled her slender white thighs, holding them still. Courtney let out a little squeek when she felt his lips on her cunt. Her hips writhed helplessly as she felt her folds spread by the scarred man's probing tongue.
He thrust deep, tasting her. His tongue slid over her smooth young folds. Her little navel pumped up and down with her rapid breathing. He explored her, licking and probing, until he found her clitoris. Gently he worked it with the tip of his tongue while Courtney shivered and wriggled in his hands. She was breathing hard and making little "Oh (gasp) oh" sounds.
Gently he teased Courtney's bulb from its hiding place in her inner folds. He felt it stiffen under his tongue as Courtney's sobs and moans became louder. He could taste her juices now. They were hot and salty, mixing with his saliva.
Allen groaned in anguish. He recognized the sounds Courtney was makingf from their make out sessions that had never finished with intercourse. He knew she was sexually aroused. She was feeling sexual pleasure, for this... ANIMAL!
The fat man was undressed by now. He sat on the bed by Courtney's head. His big cock, a cock larger then the man with the scar was displaying, stuck up stiffly. He bent down. Courtney realized he wants to kiss her! She flipped her head away, but the fat man just kissed her cheek.
"Dat feel good, hon?" he teased. He slid his hand over Courtney's left breast. He could feel her heart beating wildly as he stroked her swollen flesh.
"He know how to make li'l white girls feel like fuckin'" he taunted.
Courtney was overloaded by the stimulation between her legs. She hardly responded to the fat man until his mouth closed over her right breast.
"Unnn! (gasp) (sob) Unnnn (sob) (gasp)" she moaned. She was writhing helplessly. Her two captors were eating her alive. She had lost control of her body. The two men were making her feel things she didn't want to feel, and she couldn't stop them. She was going to cum like this, cum in the scarred man's mouth in front of her new husband!
She felt the tenseness in her folds, the burning pleasure spreading through her body. She arched her back, pulling at her bonds. The hard rings of steel held her wrists up and her ankles apart. She rocked her hips back, then from side to side.
She could not escape the hot wet tongue slithering over her swollen flesh. "I can't have an orgasm, not like this, not for him" she insisted to herself. Then she realized she had no choice. She was going to cum. She couldn't stop it. She couldn't control it. The man with a scar was controlling HER.
"Uhnnnn! Oh GOD!" Courtney sobbed as her body stiffened.
Allen screamed into his gag. How could his bride, the girl he had kissed at the altar not five hours before, be having oral sex with a black man, and CLIMAXING for him!
The man with a scar tasted Courtney's juices, hot and salty. He felt her clitoris throb against the tip of his tongue. Her hips shuddered in his hands. His tongue slowed, skillfully prolonging the inexperienced girl's agony. She was writhing hysterically, gasping for breath as she enjoyed her first orgasm, ever.
The fat man watched Courtney's face as she climaxed. Her eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling. Her pretty mouth was twisted in a grimace, her lips parted as she gasped for breath. Her hips pumped rapidly up and down a dozen times as she writhed through her orgasm. Then, after a final shudder, her body went limp. She lay, eyes closed, gasping for breath.
The scarred man quietly got up. The fat man took his place. He crawled up over Courtney before she saw him.
"Oh God!" she gasped. Her eyes were wide as she looked down at his cock. Wanting to get away, she struggled wildly, but by now, she had been weakened from just having an intense orgasm and her efforts to get away were now just token efforts..
The fat man grinned down at her. He lowered his hips, guiding his stiff prick.
"Nooo, oh please no!" Courtney moaned, still gasping for breath.
The man with a scar moved Allen, still tied to the chair, closer to the bed. "From here you can better see yo' wife gettin' fucked!" he gloated as wanting to hear what Allen might have to say about it, he ripped Allen's gag away.
“Now white boy. You got anything to say before we fuck your pretty little bride? You get one chance.”
Allen COULD see. The fat man was rubbing the head of his dick over Courtney's wet, glistening folds. He was lubricating it with her secretions. He could see her hips twisting, trying to escape. He realized she was helpless to keep him from entering her whenever he wanted.
The fat man could tell she was ready. Her orgasm and his friend's saliva had made her wet and slippery enough to take even his big cock. It was time.
Then Allen said it, revealing her secret. “Please. She's a virgin. You'll hurt her with that!”
The fat man paused. “You ain't never fucked your wife yet, before your marriage? How long you been waitin?”
“Since high school,” Allen answered. “About six years in all.”
“Well shit man. You done wasted it, because we are goin to be getting it.” He nodded at the man with the scar, and Allen felt the gag being placed over his mouth once again.
Allen heard Courtney's shriek as the fat man again turned his attention to Courtney. She felt her folds thrust aside as the head of the fat man's penis pressed into her. He groaned as the girl's warm, smooth flesh enclosed him. Rocking his stiff organ and moving his hips lower, he found her entrance. Courtney shrieked again. She began sobbing loudly as she felt herself stretch over the fat man's throbbing cock.
She had always imagined Allen taking her virginity, after a romantic evening. He'd be gentle and loving, holding her and kissing her. She sobbed and gasped as the fat man moved very slowly into her. He was filling her body, pressing against her insides. She was terrified it would hurt, but strangely, it didn't.
The fat man took his time. Even had Allen not said anything, he could tell Courtney is a virgin. He had to stop to keep from cumming too soon. He pressed his cock into her body slowly but relentlessly, feeling her smooth, tight flesh yield to him.
About half way in with the head, he met some resistance. He pressed gently. Courtney shrieked again and it gave. “Hee hee, there goes her cherry!” Slowly he continued until he felt the head of his dick touch her cervix. Amazingly, she was impaled all the way on his dick!
Slowly he lowered himself over the sobbing girl. His weight pinned her to the bed, even though he supported himself on his elbows. She was so small her head only came to his chest. Slowly he rocked his hips, feeling his cock sliding over Courtney's tight, slippery flesh. His deep groans mixed with Courtney's high whimpers.
Allen watched in disbelief. From his seated position slightly behind and off to the side, he could see the huge black shaft of the fat man's penis sliding in and out of his wife's body. It was glistening with her juices. He could hardly stand to hear her voice, high and faint, whimpering between her sobs.
The scarred man was standing beside him. His dick was still hard, even after coming in Courtney's mouth, and he was stroking it and moving a thick foreskin back and forth as he watched.
"Ah'm gonna fuck her aftuh him!" he gloated while lookng down at Allen. "Fuck yo' pretty lil white bride!"
Allen wanted to kill them both.
The fat man was fucking Courtney faster now. They were moaning together, both breathing heavily. The fat man felt his penis tingle. He knew he was going to come, come in this little girl's sweet virgin body, maybe impregnate her with his seed. He had taken her virginity. It was his, forever. Now! He felt the girl's smooth, silky flesh slide back and forth over him, felt the precum well up inside, felt the throbbing.
Courtney was nearing orgasm but the man with the scar and the bigger cock was ahead of her. She shrieked. She felt the heat, deep in her body, and knew what was happening to her. She burst into tears as the fat man's hips rocked over her, pumping his cum into her. It went on forever and Courtney could feel her body breaking out in a sweat.
Finally it was over. The fat man, groaning, slid his now-limp penis from Courtney's writhing body. No sooner had he rolled his heavy body off the bed, the man with a scar replaced him. He bent over Courtney, kissing and nuzzling her face, tasting her tears.
Courtney was beyond resistance. She hardly struggled when the scarred man slid his penis into her. He was smaller than the fat man, and Courtney was now stretched out and very well lubricated. As Allen saw a second cock that was still noticeably larger than his own being used on his bride, Allen took note of some cum that had dribbled out when that first big cock had been pulled out.
Allen could see some redness, the leftover from Courtney's virginity mixed in. There was the proof of her virginity torn asuner. The man with the scar had been able to feel it, while Allen could only see the after affects.
The second man tugged Courtney's legs up so that she had them wrapped around his waist. Soon his hips were pumping steadily as he fucked her deeply.
"Tol' you I was gonna fuck her next!" he gloated at Allen. He watched Allen, enjoying the anguish on the boy's face almost as much as sliding his swollen cock in and out of his smooth little bride. Despite having already cum in Courtney's mouth, he came much faster than the fat man. Soon both men were sitting with limp dicks, one on each side of Courtney, still handcuffed to the bed.
Allen tried to hide his erection. He couldn't believe he had gotten sexually aroused watching the two men **** his virgin bride, but the proof was there in the bulge in his pants. He had been saving himself for this night, but this was NOT how it was supposed to turn out.
"Lookit that!" The man with a scar pointed at Allen. The fat man had been admiring the way Courtney's firm young breasts stood up on her chest. He looked up. The bulge in the boy's pants was unmistakable. The men looked at each other and grinned.
The two men got up from the bed where Courtney still lay naked, her wrists and ankles chained. Allen squirmed against the ropes holding him to the chair. There was no escape. The fat man took his arms while the man with the scar untied the ropes.
He was still handcuffed, and the cuffs pinched his wrists as the fat man hauled him to his feet. Allen moaned as his body straightened. His abdomen ached from the scarred man's punches. The scarred man sat in the chair. He reached for Allen's jeans!
Allen squirmed, twisting away. The fat man trapped his head in an arm lock. He then jerked the handcuffs up, straining Allen's arms as he choked him.
"Hol' still!" he ordered. Allen could do nothing else. He felt his jeans slipped down his legs, followed by his shorts. He felt the cool air on his stiff penis.
"Whuzzup?" said the man with a scar. "Looks like our little bridegroom's ready to lay some pipe, huh?"
Courtney too, was staring, and unable to believe that her husband was aroused from seeing her being ***** by two men. Then to Allen's horror, he felt the man's hand on his penis! He moaned into the tape covering his mouth and twisted his hips. His cock popped out of the scarred man's hand. Then Allen moaned again as the fat man pulled his handcuffed wrists higher and tightened the arm lock on his head. Allen could barely breathe!
"Hol' still!" the fat man said in his ear. Allen shivered as he felt the hand again, stroking his erect penis! He had NEVER been fondled by a man. Courtney fondled him to orgasm once when they were petting. Allen struggled in the fat man's arms, breathing heavily.
Having served in prison, both men were no strangers to playing with other men's cocks. The scarred man's fingers surrounded his stiff cock, sliding slowly up and down its length. Allen felt his body responding in spite of himself. He moaned in humiliation as he felt the stirring of sexual feeling, a feeling he could not control.
"Think we should let him fuck his little bride so she can feel the difference in sizes?" the man with a scar asked.
"Mmm," the fat man answered. He dragged Allen toward the bed. Courtney saw them. She writhed helplessly as the two men maneuvered her new husband into position between her legs. The scarred man tied Allen's ankles together. The fat man lowered him over his helpless, squirming young bride.
“Open those legs honey for your husband,” said the fat man as the scarred man grasped Allen's dick. As the fat man slowly lowered the handcuffed boy, the scarred man guided his erect cock into the squirming girl.
Allen and Courtney both squirmed helplessly as their captors forced them into a perversion of their wedding night. Allen felt his young wife's warm, slippery folds surround the head of his dick, the feel of two men's loads of cum partially dribbling out of her and coating his cock reminding him that he was the third man to have her.
He felt Courtney wriggle under him. He heard her sob, but with his mouth taped, he could not comfort her. The fat man's hands on his hips pressed down. The scarred man rocked Allen's penis in Courtney's folds. Allen struggled to escape. He couldn't enter his young bride this way! Not after two black men having ***** her, and with them still watching.
It was no use. Allen felt his stiff cock slide into Courtney's vagina. He felt her hips rock against his as their bodies touched.
"Come on! Fuck her!" the fat man urged. His big hands covered Allen's buttocks as he rocked Allen's hips. Allen felt his cock siding in and out of Courtney's smooth hole. He tried not to feet the tingles of sexual arousal. It was no use.
"Lemme do it!" the man with a scar said. The fat man moved to the head of the bed, holding the squirming, handcuffed boy in position over his pretty young bride. The scarred man squeezed a tube, lubricating his fingers. He knelt beside Allen and put one hand on his buttocks.
With his fingers, he spread the boy's cheeks. Allen wriggled, making Courtney moan, but there was no escape! The scarred man's slippery, lubricated finger pressed easily into Allen's rectum.
Allen's hips rocked and bucked. He felt his cock sliding faster over Courtney's velvety flesh. He felt the scarred man's finger pressing deeper and deeper into him. Wishing now that he could kiss his bride, Allen's head dropped to the bed, beside and slightly above Courtney's. Her sobs and his moans mingled as the scarred man finger fucked Allen's ass while Allen fucked his little bride.
"White boy's got a fine ass," gloated the scarred man. He had fucked a lot of boys in prison. This one was a prize! Smooth and tight, just the way he liked them! He pressed another finger into Allen's rectum. Allen writhed and moaned as he felt himself stretched. The scarred man leaned over him.
"You know what we do to pretty white boys in prison?"
Allen shivered as the fingers slipped out of his ass and the man using them climbed over him. Then he squirmed desperately as he felt the scarred man's cock in his crack. The fat man grabbed his cuffed wrists, pulling them up his back until he stopped resisting.
The tape muffled Allen's screams as the scarred man drove his long, fat cock into his ass. Courtney was pinned to the bed by the weight of the two men on her. She could not tell what was happening other than that Allen was fucking her roughly, more roughly than either of the colored men.
The scarred man felt his cock move deep inside Allen. He was tight and smooth, like a young boy. He looked over the boy's shoulder at his young bride. The fat man had pushed Allen's head aside and was kissing Courtney. She was sobbing, and the fat man could feel her soft lips tremble against his. He tasted her tears. The scarred man felt his climax welling up inside him. This would even make going back to prison worth while, this one cum...
Allen had lost control of his body. He felt himself climax against his will. He felt Courtney writhe under him. Her moans were stifled by the fat man's tongue, pressed deep into Courtney's helpless mouth. Allen moaned as the scarred man drove deep into him. He felt the warmth in the pit of his stomach.
It seemed to fill him. He knew what was happening. He was being ***** by another man! He was the same man that had just ***** his bride. He shivered in humiliation as he felt the penis throb deep in his ass, emptying itself into him, polluting him.
The fat man enjoyed watching his friend come in Allen. He especially enjoyed watching Allen forced to come against his will in his young bride. He continued to kiss the sobbing girl as the scarred man peeled Allen off of her and rolled him, gasping, onto the bed next to Courtney.
Both men looked at the naked girl. Without a word, the fat man taped her mouth. The scarred man unfastened Courtney's ankles. They flipped her over, face down. She struggled weakly as the scarred man fastened her ankles again. The scarred man dragged Allen back to the chair. He tied him in again. The fat man knelt on the bed between Courtney's legs. His huge dick was recovered from ****** her. It was standing out, stiff and hard. The fat man reached down with both hands. Allen watched in horror as the fat man caressed Courtney's ass!
The scarred man ripped the tape from Allen's mouth. He felt the scarred man's penis on his face! It was still wet from being in his ass!
"Suck it, muthafucka!" snarled the scarred man. Allen turned his head away.
"Suck it, or he's gonna do yo' lil' bride!"
Allen looked over at Courtney. She writhed as the fat man's fingers spread her cheeks. His big finger, glistening with lubricant, was poised. The tape muffled Courtney's scream as the fat man slowly pressed his finger into her.
"NO!" screamed Allen. His scream was more like a croak, and his voice cracked.
"Suck it!"
The scarred man pressed his cock against Allen's lips. Courtney moaned again. He could see her smooth white buttocks twist frantically. The fat man's dark finger was sliding slowly sliding slowly in and out.
"Suck it, or she gets fucked in the ass!"
"No!" moaned Allen, "You'll kill her!"
"Suck it!"
Allen hesitated. He was trembling in humiliation. He heard Courtney sob, saw the grinning fat man lubricating his penis. He couldn't let this happen.
The man with a scar saw Allen surrender to him. He turned his head, opening his mouth. He felt his penis surge as he guided it into the boy's mouth.
"Open wide! That's it! No teeth! Now, lick it!"
Allen moaned as he felt the scarred man's dick sliding in and out of his mouth. He was giving pleasure to his wife's ******. This pervert had ***** BOTH of them!
The scarred man moaned in pleasure. Allen was in his twenties, but he was a soft, innocent young boy compared to the young men the scarred man had enjoyed in prison. He could tell Allen had never had a dick in his mouth. He had to tell him how to do it.
Making Allen obey turned him on as much as the sensation in his cock. He cradled the boy's head in his hands. He looked down at his smooth, youthful face, watching his lips slide over his shaft. He braced himself for his climax, holding the boy's head.
Allen tried to twist away when he tasted the precum, but it was no use. The scarred man drove his cock all the way to Allen's throat. He had no leverage in his jaws to bite. His frantic attempt to escape only stimulated the scarred man. Finally his mouth filled with hot cum. It shot down his throat, gagging him. The scarred man helt his head, slowly fucking him until he stopped coming.
He slipped his cock from Allen's mouth. The boy doubled over, gagging and retching. The scarred man was watching his friend. Courtney was squealing into the tape over her mouth. The fat man had three fingers in her tiny anus, stretching her out. Her hips were writhing and pumping helplessly. Still with his fingers in her ass, the fat man rolled into position. He lowered himself, replacing the fingers with the head of his cock.
"Shit! She's a tight little thing!" gloated the fat man.
"Nooo!" Allen looked up in time to see Courtney writhe frantically as the fat man's dick split her ass.
"You said! You promised!" he protested.
The scarred man slapped his head.
"Shut up! I lied! Come on, ovuh heah, watch yo' lil' bride get ass-fucked by a real man!"
Allen twisted his head as the scarred man taped his mouth again. He dragged the chair closer to the bed. He could see the smooth white shapes of Courtney's buttocks, and the fat man's huge glistening shaft sliding slowly in and out of her rectum. He could see the fat man's hands. They were reaching around under his young wife to caress her soft young breasts.
Courtney was no longer screaming. She was gasping for breath between sobs. She was writhing and pumping her hips, but that only intensified the fat man's pleasure. He would never forget the sensation of that smooth, tight asshole, the warmth as he drove deep into the girl's body, the way her frantic squirms excited him.
It took the fat man forever to come. He finally looked back at Allen. When he saw the humiliation, the horror, the shame in his young eyes, he just lost it. Courtney screamed as she felt it, deep in her slender body. Her ******'s hot cum was flooding where it should not be.
Her wrists and ankles struggled against the handcuffs, but she could not escape. She felt the fat man holding her against him, stroking her hair as he filled her with his cum, pumping and grunting. Finally it was over.
The fat man lay on Courtney while his cock softened inside her. Finally he withdrew, sliding his half limp cock out of her. He massaged her bare back. He lifted her hair and kissed her neck.
"You a nice lil fuck, fo' a white bitch!" he cooed. "I can' do no' mo'. How 'bout you?"
"Naw,” answered the man with the scar. “I need a res'."
“Well then, I need to be givin this little bride just one more fuck. Near as I can tell, she ain't had a cum around a cock just yet.”
Using a key, the fat man undid both the handcuffs at her hands and her feet. Courtney seemed to know what to do as she arranged herself on her back and trying to get comfortable, reached for and placed a pillow under her head.
It was obvioius to all three men, Courtney was getting ready for one last fuck session and the way it was looking, she wanted to be comfortable at least while doing it, and who knows, maybe she wants to cum? Then the fat man went one more as he grabbed the other pillow and as he placed it against her hip, Courtney raised her ass and he slid the pillow under.
There was no doubt now as Courtney went along with his move. She wants this. Maybe she wants to cum. Their thinking was correct. Courtney, having been close more than once, wanted to cum now, her second orgasm ever and this time with a cock and not just a tongue.
Looking into the fat man's eyes, she spread her legs. Now the formerly virgin bride was ready to be fucked, fucked deep and maybe be putting her legs and ass high into the air.
Courtney made no show of resistance, and Allen, resigned to their fate, could only watch as the fat man, his cock magically erect again, mounted his bride. As the big cock once again opened her wide and deep, he laughed. “This time baby, it be for you.”
It must have been for her as he had said, because once he had penetrated deep, Courtney wrapped her arms first, and as she raised her ass even higher, her legs around his waist. Then she did the unthinkable as he moved his lips to hers and she responded.
Allen's heart leaped into his throat upon hearing his bride say the unthinkable. “Fuck me, yes, just like thaaaaat. This won't take long, I can feel it.”
Moaning and thrusting back at him, matching every push with a shove, she fucked the fat man, and, maybe because she had been messed with for so long, Courtney was ready, because her first orgasm around a cock took only maybe three minutes to come about.
Courtney was crying once again, and this time her tears were tears of happniness. It was over for now, her orgasm she knew, as soon as she felt the fat man's cock grow fatter and once again blast a warm load into her willing cunt.
“Oh fuck. How can you cum so much? I'm swimming in cum.”
They kissed again, one last, long kiss using tongues. Then he was off her and Courney was able to put her tired and trembling legs back together.
“Can I use the bathroom,” she asked softly to anyone listening?
Sure baby,” said the fat man. “I'll go with you.”
Courtney made no protest as she sort of staggered and walked to the bathroom as the fat man followed. Allen sighed as he saw them go into the bathroom together, and as the light came on, the door closed. The man with the scar laughed.
“He made her cum tonight”, the scarred man said to Allen. “After I get some sleep I'll work on making her cum in the morning. Then we'll be on our way and you can be finishing your honeymoon.” Allen's eyes widened when he felt a hard cock press up against his back.
Then, placing Allen onto his stomach, he made Allen gasp and then grunt as he penetrated Allen's ass that was still slippery from the last fuck, and taking his time, Scarface enjoyed having a white man once again in the ass.
All the while, as he was almost enjoying the feel of a black man's cock in his ass, Allen was watching that door and wondering what his wife might be doing in there. Apparently, they were doing something, because his fuck in the ass was finished long before his wife was finished in the bathroom.
Allen was made to kiss the man with the scar, and strangely, after the first few seconds, he was returning the kiss. He was left hanging, his cock now hard and ignored as scarface moved away.
They were in the bathroom a long time, and Allen could even hear some giggling and laughing going on behind that closed door. Finally his smiling bride joined him on the bed as the two men squeexed in on both sides of them.
“For now, we sleep.” Guess who had said that. Courtney.
After moving Allen off the bed, they both took Courtney early in the morning before the sun had come up. Courtney was kissing him passionately as first the man with the scar made her cum, and then the fat man, taking his turn gave her two additional orgasms.
Afterward, Courtney could not meet her husband's eyes after having openly and obviously enjoyed the orgasms from her two rapists.
"Come on, son!" The scarred man untied Allen. He dragged the limp boy back to the bed and lay him beside his sobbing bride. He lay the handcuff key on the dresser.
"Key's ovuh heah. She can figure out how to get you loose!" he said.
The fat man looked back at the two young white bodies laying on the bed. “You planning on calling the cops? Won't matter much to us since we already got a lot of charges stacked against us. It's just that if you plan to call the cops then we need to take your cell phones so we can have more time to get further away.”
Allen looked over at Courtney and she shook her head. “No Allen. I don't want anyone to know.”
Allen looked at the two men. “You have your answer.”
“Cool man. In that case you can keep your phone and all your shit. We just took some food that was waitin in the cupboards. You got plenty left to eat.”
“Thank you,” said Allen, softly as he sort of glared at the two men.
“Yes, thank you,” echoed Courtney as she gave them a different sort of look, and it was not a glare.
"Happy honeymoon!" the fat man said, as he switched out the light.
Allen heard the door latch. He heard the sound of footsteps on the porch, the starting of a motor of a car that had been parked behind the cabin and then nothing more.
“Can you undo these cuffs,” Allen asked his sweaty and well-used bride?
“Not yet,” she giggled. First I want to ride you while you're cuffed.” And with that, Courtney placed her mouth on her husband's penis in preparation of having their first wedding fuck in privacy. Who knows? She might even kiss him on the mouth.
By some one named triple flip with modifications, much added text and enhancements by EroticWriter.
Story I found on another site, enjoyed and modified to better fit our reader's taste. Enjoy. EW
"You may kiss the bride."
The preacher's words rang in Allen's ears. He looked down at Courtney, his young bride. She was no more than five feet tall. At 5'8, Allen towered over her. Her beautiful round face was framed in reddish-blonde hair, falling in gentle curls. Her big, gray eyes gazed up at his. Her smooth pale skin glowed in the gentle candle light.
Allen's eyes gazed over her smooth, bare shoulders, and her neck, where her soft skin plunged into the gentle cleavage of her small, perfectly-shaped breasts. She looked just the same as when they met in high school. She was a sophomore. He was a Senior. They had dated all through high school and college.
Their lips met. Courtney felt a tingle. They had kissed before. They had necked and petted, but always stopped. Tonight it would be different, Tonight it would be okay. Allen felt the promise in his new wife's mouth. Standing at the altar, their tongues met briefly before their lips parted.
The rest of the service and the reception were a blur. So many people, friends, parent's friends. For much of the formality, Allen's mind was on one thing. Bedding his new bride. Finally it was over. Casually dressed in jeans, the young couple slipped out the back way and headed for the ****** cabin where they were to spend the first night of their honeymoon.
The headlights of their car were fully illuminating the cabin as they drove up and parked. “There it is baby. Our little home away from home for our honeymoon.”
Courtney snuggled up against him as best she could while reaching across the center console. “This will be a night to remember for the rest of our happily married years.” They kissed once before Allen went around to open her door, and Allen felt his penis stiffen almost completely. Tonight, tonight at last!
Allen slipped the key into the lock. It was a little stiff. The ****** didn't use the cabin much. It was very pretty up here, but rather far away for regular use. It was a perfect place for a honeymoon.
"Carry me?" Allen heard Courtney's voice. She still sounded like a little girl, even though she was 21.
"What?"
"Over the threshold, silly!" she giggled.
"Oh yeah," said Allen, sheepishly. He bent down and picked her up easily. He nudged the door open with his foot. Courtney lay her head against his neck as he stepped inside into the darkness. They kissed before Allen put her down. He turned to find the light switch. Before he found it, he heard Courtney scream as someone grabbed him. Courtney screamed again. He heard her whimpering and breathing hard.
"Doan' move!" a thick, black voice threatened. "Or I'll cut yo' lil' girlfrien'"
"Al... Allen?" Courtney whimpered.
"Shut up!" the voice threatened.
Allen struggled to free his arms. The man holding him was much bigger and very strong. He felt the metal against his wrist. Handcuffs! He struggled until he heard Courtney shriek.
"Doan' move or I'll cut her!"
Allen hesitated. He felt his arms pulled behind him. The cuffs closed around his other wrist. He was helpless!
The lights came on. A big, black man had his arm around Courtney. He towered over her. Her tiny white hands clutched at his thick arm. It was wrapped around her neck. His other hand held an enormous knife to her delicate white throat!
Courtney gasped when she saw Allen handcuffed. The man holding her released her. Courtney backed away as he turned and locked the door. Then he turned back towards her. She was trembling, her eyes wide.
"Go sit on the bed!" he ordered. The other man pushed Allen down in a chair. He looped a length of cord around Allen's waist, tying it off.
Courtney sat on the bed. She shivered and sobbed. She was hugging herself, crossing her arms over her chest.
Allen squirmed in the chair. He didn't like the hungry way these two big black men were looking at his pretty young wife.
"Yo! She's badd!" said the one that had handcuffed Allen. He had a scar on his cheek where he had be cut in a fight.
"No shit!" said the other one. He was tall and a little fat. They both looked as if they were older, maybe in their forties. The tall fat one was standing over Courtney. He was looking down her top. He could see her firm young breasts pressing up her thin white bra.
"You his girlfrien?" he asked.
"We're MARRIED!" Courtney replied.
To her horror, the man sat down on the bed next to her. The bed sagged under his weight and Courtney had to resist gravity as she slid away from him. He was grabbing at her!
"Noooo!" she shrieked. She wriggled away, slapping at his big hands. He grabbed her arm. She tried to punch at him with her free hand. He grabbed it, and they wrestled. Then she heard Allen cry out. The man with a scar had hit him, in the stomach! Allen was bent over the chair, moaning and trying to catch his breath!
"NOOOO!" Courtney shrieked. "Allen! Don't hurt him! Please!"
"You gonna be nice?" the man holding her arms asked. Courtney continued to wrestle him. She had to get away. She had to help Allen.
"Hit him again, real hard, so she gets the message. Make it hurt!" the fat man urged.
"NOOO! Oh GOD!" Courtney burst into tears. She looked up at the man holding her arms.
"PLEASE don't hurt him!" she sobbed. "I'll do what you want!"
"No, don't, Courtney," Allen moaned. Then he cried out as the man with a scar slapped his head, hard.
"Shut up, muthafucka!" he said. There was a ripping noise as the man with a scar peeled off a length of duct tape. Allen twisted his head, but he was unable to keep the man from taping his mouth.
On the bed across from Allen, the fat man released Courtney's arms. She threw them over her chest again, sobbing.
"Bring me the cuffs!" she heard the fat man say. Courtney's eyes were wide as she saw the shiny chrome handcuffs dangling from his hand. He peeled her left arm away from her chest and slipped one of the bracelets around her left wrist. He noticed her wedding set. It looked new.
"Jus' married?" he said. His voice was suddenly gentle.
Courtney sniffed back a tear and nodded. "Today," she whimpered. "P... Please don't hurt me!" she sobbed as the man pushed her hands behind her and fastened the cuff to her other wrist. She struggled instinctively, trying to free her hands.
"Out of prison just a few hours and it looks like we got us a fresh lil' bride!" the fat man said to the man with a scar.
The man with a scar bent down so his face was next to Allen's.
"We're gonna fuck yo' pretty lil' bride!" he gloated.
"MMMMMF! MMMMF!" Allen tried to scream through the gag. He was writhing frantically, trying to get free.
Courtney screamed. These men are going to **** her! This was a nightmare! She jumped to her feet. Handcuffed, there was nowhere to run. She stumbled back into the door, her eyes wide, breathing hard. These men, BLACK men, want to **** her! The fat man got up from the bed. He walked towards Courtney. His big black hands reached for her.
"Nooo! Nooo! Oh, GOD!" Courtney burst into tears. She twisted away, dancing across the room, shrieking. Her screams covered Allen's muffled shouts. There was a muffled thud. Allen's shouts changed to gasping moans. The man with a scar had hit him again, hard, in the abdomen. Allen was bent over in the chair.
"ALLEN!" Courtney screamed. The man with a scar grabbed his hair, jerked him upright. Courtney could see Allen's face wrenched with pain. The man holding his hair made a fist. He was going to hit Allen again.
"Nooo! Nooo!" Courtney screamed. She started toward Allen. The fat man slipped behind her. He grabbed her cuffed wrists, jerking them up until Courtney was bent over.
"Oww!" Courtney gasped. "You're HURTING me!"
There was another thud. Allen groaned again.
"Nooo! Stop it! You'll kill him!" Courtney shrieked.
"You gonna be nice to us?" the fat man demanded.
"Yes, yes, just don't hurt him," Courtney sobbed. The man released her wrists. She stood up, trembling and breathing hard. Allen's head was back. His eyes stared at her. They glazed, unseeing. She could tell he was in pain.
"Oh, God!" she sobbed. "Please, I'll do anything, just don't hurt him!"
"Thas' right!" Courtney felt the fat man's hands. He was still standing behind her. She felt his hands caressing her shoulders through her top. It made her shiver.
"You be good to us and we won't hurt Allen no mo'"
"Yes," Courtney sobbed. "I will!"
The fat man pulled Courtney against him. She felt the warm, firm bulge in his pants press into her cuffed wrists. To her horror, his big hands slipped from her shoulders. His fingers were curving over her breasts!
"Ohhh!" Courtney whimpered. She pulled helplessly at the handcuffs. She flinched and began to twist away. Then she saw the other man, standing by Allen, watching her. He was waiting to hit Allen again! Courtney stopped struggling. She let the fat man pull her against him.
Allen saw the man's big black hands curve over his wife's top. He groaned helplessly.
The fat man felt Courtney surrender. His fingers cupped both her breasts, sliding slowly and very gently over the soft fabric of her top. He could feel the seams of her thin bra, probably a "B" cup. Underneath, he felt the tense firmness of her young breasts. His fingers massaged and caressed where he expected her nipples to be. Courtney shivered and moaned, then rewarded him with stiff little bumps he could feel through her clothes.
Allen squirmed helplessly in the chair. He could see the fat man's hands curved around the bulges in his young bride's thin top. He watched the fabric deflect as the fat man's fingers teased and caressed her nipples. Poor Courtney choked back a sob. She felt her body responding. She was giving the passion she had been saving for Allen to another man!
The fat man groaned in pleasure. He felt Courtney shiver. He could tell she was responding. He liked that! Her nipples were hard, even through the material of her top and her bra. He slid his hands lower, following the girl's soft body down to her waist. Still standing behind her, the fat man bent down. He reached around and began to unfasten Courtney's jeans!
She stifled a little gasp. The fat man felt her shiver as he unbuttoned them and fumbled for the zipper. Bending lower, he slipped the jeans down Courtney's smooth white legs. She was wearing ordinary white panties.
"Step out!" The fat man ordered. Shivering and sobbing, Courtney slipped off her shoes, one at a time, and pulled her feet from her jeans. The fat man was standing behind her. He turned her to face him.
Courtney let out a little scream. The fat man was towering over her. He was holding the biggest knife she had ever seen! Courtney screamed again as the blade flashed. The front of her top parted without a sound as the fat man cut it away. Her shoulders twisted as she tried to free her hands to cover herself.
The fat man finished cutting away Courtney's top. He turned her around again. The man with a scar moved out from behind Allen. Courtney looked up at him. He was eyeing her, a wicked grin on his face. He was unzipping his pants!
"Hit yo' knees, bitch!" he snarled. He bent down to get his stiff cock out of his pants.
"Oh my God!" gasped Courtney as his hugeness was exposed. "Nooo!"
The fat man pressed down on her shoulders.
"Nooo! Oh God!" Courtney sobbed.
"Maybe you bettuh hurt her lil' husban' some mo'," suggested the fat man.
The man with a scar stopped. His stiff cock waved as he turned back towards Allen. He was moaning and squirming helplessly.
"No, PLEASE!" sobbed Courtney. She bent her knees and let the man holding her lower her to a kneeling position. The man with a scar was looking down at her. With her smooth tear stained face, her lips quivering, she looked like a little girl. He grabbed his stiff dick and pushed it into Courtney's face She turned her head and felt him rub it over her cheek.
The fat man knelt behind her. She felt his hands on her head. He forced it around toward the man standing in front of her. Bending down, he spoke softly in her ear.
"If you suck him good," he said gently, "maybe he won't **** you." Courtney felt his strong fingers on her cheeks, pushing her chin down. "Open yo' mouth!" he continued. "Real wide!"
The fat man held Courtney's head while the man with a scar guided his stiff penis into Courtney's open mouth. She moaned, a long, helpless sobbing moan as she felt his huge, stiff cock force her lips apart. The head filled her mouth. She felt it press down on her tongue.
Allen watched helplessly as the grinning black man sodomized his pretty young bride. She was naked except for her panties and bra. Her wrists, handcuffed together, dangled helplessly behind her back. The fat man was kneeling behind her. Her beautiful blonde hair spilled over his big black hands as he held her head for his friend to fuck.
He could see the black man's stiff black penis. It was sliding in and out of Courtney's mouth. Allen knew how small her mouth is, and he could see how wide that cock is and he knew that it must be very uncomfortable for Courtney to have her mouth so filled.
He watched her lips and cheeks move. He could hear her sobbing moans, but he could do nothing to help her. He pulled at the handcuffs until his wrists ached. He writhed against the ropes that held him in the chair. It was no use.
The man fucking Courtney's mouth moaned. He was looking down, watching Courtney's face. Her closed eyes were glazed with tears. Her smooth red lips were stretched around the head of his cock. The head of his dick rested on her stiff little tongue. Her smooth, silky cheeks enfolded him. He could see the faint freckles on her smooth pale cheeks.
“Yo' mouth feels so warm, baby.” He rocked his hips slowly, savoring the feeling as the head of his stiff dick slid over the warm, silky flesh of Courtney's hot wet mouth. How many times had he masturbated in his prison cell, dreaming of a moment like this: filling a young white bitch's mouth with his cum. Seeing the anguish on her new husband's face only made it sweeter!
Making their excape from a county jail they had been brought to to face additional charges, the men had managed to make their excape in a car that had been parked for their use by a friend in advance. The police at first, had not realized they had transportation and had started searching the woods in the area.
Free to make their getaway, they had driven several hours straight to put some distance between themselves and the search area. Finding this cabin unocccupied had been a lucky break, and just a few hours later, a package had been delivered to them by her husband, an answer to their dreams.
Courtney moaned as precum spurted into her mouth. She tried to get away. It was no use. The fat man was holding her head. He was murmuring in her ear,
"Swallow it, honey! Swallow it!"
The man with a scar moaned again as his cum flooded Courtney's mouth.
"Shit!" he moaned, rocking his hips, pumping his cum into poor Courtney's mouth. "Suck me, bitch!"
Allen writhed in the chair. He could see his young bride's throat move as she tried to swallow her ******'s cum. It was bubbling out under Courtney's lips, dripping down on her chest. The black man's hips swayed and danced in wild pleasure as he fucked this white wimp's bride in her pretty little mouth.
There were gurgling and coughing sounds. Finally it was over. The scarred man slid his cock out of Courtney's mouth. It was still stiff, shiny with Courtney's saliva. The fat man was wiping the tears and cum from Courtney's face.
"There, there," the fat man said, softly. He wiped the last of his friend's cum from Courtney's chest. He put his big arms around the handcuffed girl and held her against him. He could feel her small body shudder as she sobbed.
He helped her up to a sitting position on the bed. Her eyes were wet with tears, her pretty face wet and puffy.
"You okay?" the fat man asked. Courtney nodded slowly. She sniffed back her tears.
"I... I'm okay," she said. Her voice was high and faint. 'It's over,' she thought. 'They'll let us go. Thank goodness he didn't try to take my virginity with that, it would have hurt badly.'
Sure enough, the fat man had the handcuff key. Courtney felt the bracelet drop from her right wrist. She moved it quickly around in front of her. She waited for the fat man to undo the other cuff. Instead, he set down the key. Pulling her wrists together, he fastened the bracelet around her right wrist again.
The fat man felt his cock surge as he saw the innocent, hurt little girl look on Courtney's face.
"Lay back!" he said.
Courtney's eyes widened. She didn't move. Then she saw the man with a scar. He was standing in front of Allen making a fist!
"Lay back!"
The fat man pressed her shoulders. Courtney let herself fall back on the bed. The fat man stood up. He grabbed her handcuffed wrists and pulled them up over her head!
"No!" Courtney gasped. "What are you doing?"
The fat man had a length of cord. He looped it through the handcuffs and tied her cuffed wrists to the headboard.
"No! Let me go! You promised you wouldn't **** me!" Courtney sobbed.
"Shut up, bitch!" the fat man snarled. His voice was harsh. Courtney squirmed on the bed. Then she saw the man with a scar. He grabbed her ankles in his strong hand and pulled her down the bed until her arms were stretched over her head. The handcuffs were pinching her wrists!
"Oww! Oww! You're HURTING me!" she squealed.
"Shut up!" the man with a scar snarled.
"Ho'd still!" the fat man ordered. With her wrists tied to the headboard and the scarred man holding her ankles, she couldn't move much anyway.
Le's see what you got!" the fat man said, grinning. His big hands reached down for her bra! It fastened in front. She felt his rough hands slide under the clasp. She felt it release.
"Nooo! Oh NOOO!" she whimpered.
Allen writhed in the chair as he watched the fat man slide his wife's limp bra up her arms. Her swollen pointy breasts were sticking straight up. They were smooth and pale white, her small pale nipples protruding. He saw the fat man's big black hands reaching out.
"No! No!" Allen screamed into the tape covering his mouth. He writhed against the rope holding him in the chair. The fat man was touching Courtney, his fingers curving over her bare breasts. He could hear her sobbing, see her wiggling helplessly.
He thought of how silky smooth Courtney's breasts are, how firm, how stiff her little nipples are. Now this black pervert was enjoying her, his Courtney, his wife! He could see her breasts deflect as the fat man's fingers slid over them. He could see Courtney writhe and flinch. She was crying now, sobbing and blubbering.
The fat man's hands slid down Courtney's naked body to her panties. He slipped his thumbs under the waistband.
Courtney screamed, writhing frantically. "Nooo!... (sob) Oh god, no! (sob)..."
The fat man slapped her face, hard. The smack echoed in the small room. Allen writhed in his chair.
"Shut up, you little bitch!" the fat man hissed. Courtney stared up at him in shock, her cheek burning. "Or we'll hurt you and your li'l wimp husband. Understan'?"
Courtney nodded weakly, sniffing back tears. Her lower lip trembled.
"Le's see what you got!" the fat man gloated. Slowly he slid Courtney's panties down, jerking them under her ass. Courtney sobbed but did not squirm as he slid them to her ankles. The scarred man helped him slip them off her feet. She was naked! Naked and helpless.
Allen ground his teeth. He watched the two men looking over his young wife's naked body. She is a virgin. She is his. This was his night! It wasn't right that these two men should have her before he does!
Not only was it not right that they should have her not only first but at all, there was the other. Their size. Allen had seen the size of the first man's penis, and he knew that soon he would be seeing the size of the other man. Hopefully he would be no larger, because the first man was already too large for Courtney's snug little vagina.
The fat man got up. He returned with two more sets of handcuffs. The scarred man held Courtney's ankles while the fat man slipped a cuff around each. Then each man cuffed an ankle to the side of the bed. Courtney's body made a smooth, white "Y" on the bed. Her breasts and cunt were fully exposed and helpless.
Allen was seeing his bride in a way that he had never before enjoyed, her womanhood opened and visible for him to see and enjoy, but now, that womanhood was not for his exclusive use.
Courtney trembled and pulled at her bonds as her captors admired their handiwork. Then, as Courtney watched in horror, they both began to undress!
The scarred man finished first. He crawled on the bed on his hands and knees between Courtney's legs. From the way it looked, his cumming into Courtney's mouth had not cooled his desire for her, because he was looking just as hard as ever. His stiff cock bobbed as he moved, his swollen balls rocking between his legs.
Instinctively Courtney tried to squirm away, but of course she couldn't. She braced herself for the feeling of his body over hers and the penetration to come. Then she looked surprised as, instead of mounting her, he lay on the bed with his face between her legs.
"Ain' nothin' a bro' likes bettuh aftuh gettin' head than suckin' some sweet white pussy!" he gloated.
Allen seethed with rage as he saw the scarred man's head move between his wife's thighs. His big black hands cradled her slender white thighs, holding them still. Courtney let out a little squeek when she felt his lips on her cunt. Her hips writhed helplessly as she felt her folds spread by the scarred man's probing tongue.
He thrust deep, tasting her. His tongue slid over her smooth young folds. Her little navel pumped up and down with her rapid breathing. He explored her, licking and probing, until he found her clitoris. Gently he worked it with the tip of his tongue while Courtney shivered and wriggled in his hands. She was breathing hard and making little "Oh (gasp) oh" sounds.
Gently he teased Courtney's bulb from its hiding place in her inner folds. He felt it stiffen under his tongue as Courtney's sobs and moans became louder. He could taste her juices now. They were hot and salty, mixing with his saliva.
Allen groaned in anguish. He recognized the sounds Courtney was makingf from their make out sessions that had never finished with intercourse. He knew she was sexually aroused. She was feeling sexual pleasure, for this... ANIMAL!
The fat man was undressed by now. He sat on the bed by Courtney's head. His big cock, a cock larger then the man with the scar was displaying, stuck up stiffly. He bent down. Courtney realized he wants to kiss her! She flipped her head away, but the fat man just kissed her cheek.
"Dat feel good, hon?" he teased. He slid his hand over Courtney's left breast. He could feel her heart beating wildly as he stroked her swollen flesh.
"He know how to make li'l white girls feel like fuckin'" he taunted.
Courtney was overloaded by the stimulation between her legs. She hardly responded to the fat man until his mouth closed over her right breast.
"Unnn! (gasp) (sob) Unnnn (sob) (gasp)" she moaned. She was writhing helplessly. Her two captors were eating her alive. She had lost control of her body. The two men were making her feel things she didn't want to feel, and she couldn't stop them. She was going to cum like this, cum in the scarred man's mouth in front of her new husband!
She felt the tenseness in her folds, the burning pleasure spreading through her body. She arched her back, pulling at her bonds. The hard rings of steel held her wrists up and her ankles apart. She rocked her hips back, then from side to side.
She could not escape the hot wet tongue slithering over her swollen flesh. "I can't have an orgasm, not like this, not for him" she insisted to herself. Then she realized she had no choice. She was going to cum. She couldn't stop it. She couldn't control it. The man with a scar was controlling HER.
"Uhnnnn! Oh GOD!" Courtney sobbed as her body stiffened.
Allen screamed into his gag. How could his bride, the girl he had kissed at the altar not five hours before, be having oral sex with a black man, and CLIMAXING for him!
The man with a scar tasted Courtney's juices, hot and salty. He felt her clitoris throb against the tip of his tongue. Her hips shuddered in his hands. His tongue slowed, skillfully prolonging the inexperienced girl's agony. She was writhing hysterically, gasping for breath as she enjoyed her first orgasm, ever.
The fat man watched Courtney's face as she climaxed. Her eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling. Her pretty mouth was twisted in a grimace, her lips parted as she gasped for breath. Her hips pumped rapidly up and down a dozen times as she writhed through her orgasm. Then, after a final shudder, her body went limp. She lay, eyes closed, gasping for breath.
The scarred man quietly got up. The fat man took his place. He crawled up over Courtney before she saw him.
"Oh God!" she gasped. Her eyes were wide as she looked down at his cock. Wanting to get away, she struggled wildly, but by now, she had been weakened from just having an intense orgasm and her efforts to get away were now just token efforts..
The fat man grinned down at her. He lowered his hips, guiding his stiff prick.
"Nooo, oh please no!" Courtney moaned, still gasping for breath.
The man with a scar moved Allen, still tied to the chair, closer to the bed. "From here you can better see yo' wife gettin' fucked!" he gloated as wanting to hear what Allen might have to say about it, he ripped Allen's gag away.
“Now white boy. You got anything to say before we fuck your pretty little bride? You get one chance.”
Allen COULD see. The fat man was rubbing the head of his dick over Courtney's wet, glistening folds. He was lubricating it with her secretions. He could see her hips twisting, trying to escape. He realized she was helpless to keep him from entering her whenever he wanted.
The fat man could tell she was ready. Her orgasm and his friend's saliva had made her wet and slippery enough to take even his big cock. It was time.
Then Allen said it, revealing her secret. “Please. She's a virgin. You'll hurt her with that!”
The fat man paused. “You ain't never fucked your wife yet, before your marriage? How long you been waitin?”
“Since high school,” Allen answered. “About six years in all.”
“Well shit man. You done wasted it, because we are goin to be getting it.” He nodded at the man with the scar, and Allen felt the gag being placed over his mouth once again.
Allen heard Courtney's shriek as the fat man again turned his attention to Courtney. She felt her folds thrust aside as the head of the fat man's penis pressed into her. He groaned as the girl's warm, smooth flesh enclosed him. Rocking his stiff organ and moving his hips lower, he found her entrance. Courtney shrieked again. She began sobbing loudly as she felt herself stretch over the fat man's throbbing cock.
She had always imagined Allen taking her virginity, after a romantic evening. He'd be gentle and loving, holding her and kissing her. She sobbed and gasped as the fat man moved very slowly into her. He was filling her body, pressing against her insides. She was terrified it would hurt, but strangely, it didn't.
The fat man took his time. Even had Allen not said anything, he could tell Courtney is a virgin. He had to stop to keep from cumming too soon. He pressed his cock into her body slowly but relentlessly, feeling her smooth, tight flesh yield to him.
About half way in with the head, he met some resistance. He pressed gently. Courtney shrieked again and it gave. “Hee hee, there goes her cherry!” Slowly he continued until he felt the head of his dick touch her cervix. Amazingly, she was impaled all the way on his dick!
Slowly he lowered himself over the sobbing girl. His weight pinned her to the bed, even though he supported himself on his elbows. She was so small her head only came to his chest. Slowly he rocked his hips, feeling his cock sliding over Courtney's tight, slippery flesh. His deep groans mixed with Courtney's high whimpers.
Allen watched in disbelief. From his seated position slightly behind and off to the side, he could see the huge black shaft of the fat man's penis sliding in and out of his wife's body. It was glistening with her juices. He could hardly stand to hear her voice, high and faint, whimpering between her sobs.
The scarred man was standing beside him. His dick was still hard, even after coming in Courtney's mouth, and he was stroking it and moving a thick foreskin back and forth as he watched.
"Ah'm gonna fuck her aftuh him!" he gloated while lookng down at Allen. "Fuck yo' pretty lil white bride!"
Allen wanted to kill them both.
The fat man was fucking Courtney faster now. They were moaning together, both breathing heavily. The fat man felt his penis tingle. He knew he was going to come, come in this little girl's sweet virgin body, maybe impregnate her with his seed. He had taken her virginity. It was his, forever. Now! He felt the girl's smooth, silky flesh slide back and forth over him, felt the precum well up inside, felt the throbbing.
Courtney was nearing orgasm but the man with the scar and the bigger cock was ahead of her. She shrieked. She felt the heat, deep in her body, and knew what was happening to her. She burst into tears as the fat man's hips rocked over her, pumping his cum into her. It went on forever and Courtney could feel her body breaking out in a sweat.
Finally it was over. The fat man, groaning, slid his now-limp penis from Courtney's writhing body. No sooner had he rolled his heavy body off the bed, the man with a scar replaced him. He bent over Courtney, kissing and nuzzling her face, tasting her tears.
Courtney was beyond resistance. She hardly struggled when the scarred man slid his penis into her. He was smaller than the fat man, and Courtney was now stretched out and very well lubricated. As Allen saw a second cock that was still noticeably larger than his own being used on his bride, Allen took note of some cum that had dribbled out when that first big cock had been pulled out.
Allen could see some redness, the leftover from Courtney's virginity mixed in. There was the proof of her virginity torn asuner. The man with the scar had been able to feel it, while Allen could only see the after affects.
The second man tugged Courtney's legs up so that she had them wrapped around his waist. Soon his hips were pumping steadily as he fucked her deeply.
"Tol' you I was gonna fuck her next!" he gloated at Allen. He watched Allen, enjoying the anguish on the boy's face almost as much as sliding his swollen cock in and out of his smooth little bride. Despite having already cum in Courtney's mouth, he came much faster than the fat man. Soon both men were sitting with limp dicks, one on each side of Courtney, still handcuffed to the bed.
Allen tried to hide his erection. He couldn't believe he had gotten sexually aroused watching the two men **** his virgin bride, but the proof was there in the bulge in his pants. He had been saving himself for this night, but this was NOT how it was supposed to turn out.
"Lookit that!" The man with a scar pointed at Allen. The fat man had been admiring the way Courtney's firm young breasts stood up on her chest. He looked up. The bulge in the boy's pants was unmistakable. The men looked at each other and grinned.
The two men got up from the bed where Courtney still lay naked, her wrists and ankles chained. Allen squirmed against the ropes holding him to the chair. There was no escape. The fat man took his arms while the man with the scar untied the ropes.
He was still handcuffed, and the cuffs pinched his wrists as the fat man hauled him to his feet. Allen moaned as his body straightened. His abdomen ached from the scarred man's punches. The scarred man sat in the chair. He reached for Allen's jeans!
Allen squirmed, twisting away. The fat man trapped his head in an arm lock. He then jerked the handcuffs up, straining Allen's arms as he choked him.
"Hol' still!" he ordered. Allen could do nothing else. He felt his jeans slipped down his legs, followed by his shorts. He felt the cool air on his stiff penis.
"Whuzzup?" said the man with a scar. "Looks like our little bridegroom's ready to lay some pipe, huh?"
Courtney too, was staring, and unable to believe that her husband was aroused from seeing her being ***** by two men. Then to Allen's horror, he felt the man's hand on his penis! He moaned into the tape covering his mouth and twisted his hips. His cock popped out of the scarred man's hand. Then Allen moaned again as the fat man pulled his handcuffed wrists higher and tightened the arm lock on his head. Allen could barely breathe!
"Hol' still!" the fat man said in his ear. Allen shivered as he felt the hand again, stroking his erect penis! He had NEVER been fondled by a man. Courtney fondled him to orgasm once when they were petting. Allen struggled in the fat man's arms, breathing heavily.
Having served in prison, both men were no strangers to playing with other men's cocks. The scarred man's fingers surrounded his stiff cock, sliding slowly up and down its length. Allen felt his body responding in spite of himself. He moaned in humiliation as he felt the stirring of sexual feeling, a feeling he could not control.
"Think we should let him fuck his little bride so she can feel the difference in sizes?" the man with a scar asked.
"Mmm," the fat man answered. He dragged Allen toward the bed. Courtney saw them. She writhed helplessly as the two men maneuvered her new husband into position between her legs. The scarred man tied Allen's ankles together. The fat man lowered him over his helpless, squirming young bride.
“Open those legs honey for your husband,” said the fat man as the scarred man grasped Allen's dick. As the fat man slowly lowered the handcuffed boy, the scarred man guided his erect cock into the squirming girl.
Allen and Courtney both squirmed helplessly as their captors forced them into a perversion of their wedding night. Allen felt his young wife's warm, slippery folds surround the head of his dick, the feel of two men's loads of cum partially dribbling out of her and coating his cock reminding him that he was the third man to have her.
He felt Courtney wriggle under him. He heard her sob, but with his mouth taped, he could not comfort her. The fat man's hands on his hips pressed down. The scarred man rocked Allen's penis in Courtney's folds. Allen struggled to escape. He couldn't enter his young bride this way! Not after two black men having ***** her, and with them still watching.
It was no use. Allen felt his stiff cock slide into Courtney's vagina. He felt her hips rock against his as their bodies touched.
"Come on! Fuck her!" the fat man urged. His big hands covered Allen's buttocks as he rocked Allen's hips. Allen felt his cock siding in and out of Courtney's smooth hole. He tried not to feet the tingles of sexual arousal. It was no use.
"Lemme do it!" the man with a scar said. The fat man moved to the head of the bed, holding the squirming, handcuffed boy in position over his pretty young bride. The scarred man squeezed a tube, lubricating his fingers. He knelt beside Allen and put one hand on his buttocks.
With his fingers, he spread the boy's cheeks. Allen wriggled, making Courtney moan, but there was no escape! The scarred man's slippery, lubricated finger pressed easily into Allen's rectum.
Allen's hips rocked and bucked. He felt his cock sliding faster over Courtney's velvety flesh. He felt the scarred man's finger pressing deeper and deeper into him. Wishing now that he could kiss his bride, Allen's head dropped to the bed, beside and slightly above Courtney's. Her sobs and his moans mingled as the scarred man finger fucked Allen's ass while Allen fucked his little bride.
"White boy's got a fine ass," gloated the scarred man. He had fucked a lot of boys in prison. This one was a prize! Smooth and tight, just the way he liked them! He pressed another finger into Allen's rectum. Allen writhed and moaned as he felt himself stretched. The scarred man leaned over him.
"You know what we do to pretty white boys in prison?"
Allen shivered as the fingers slipped out of his ass and the man using them climbed over him. Then he squirmed desperately as he felt the scarred man's cock in his crack. The fat man grabbed his cuffed wrists, pulling them up his back until he stopped resisting.
The tape muffled Allen's screams as the scarred man drove his long, fat cock into his ass. Courtney was pinned to the bed by the weight of the two men on her. She could not tell what was happening other than that Allen was fucking her roughly, more roughly than either of the colored men.
The scarred man felt his cock move deep inside Allen. He was tight and smooth, like a young boy. He looked over the boy's shoulder at his young bride. The fat man had pushed Allen's head aside and was kissing Courtney. She was sobbing, and the fat man could feel her soft lips tremble against his. He tasted her tears. The scarred man felt his climax welling up inside him. This would even make going back to prison worth while, this one cum...
Allen had lost control of his body. He felt himself climax against his will. He felt Courtney writhe under him. Her moans were stifled by the fat man's tongue, pressed deep into Courtney's helpless mouth. Allen moaned as the scarred man drove deep into him. He felt the warmth in the pit of his stomach.
It seemed to fill him. He knew what was happening. He was being ***** by another man! He was the same man that had just ***** his bride. He shivered in humiliation as he felt the penis throb deep in his ass, emptying itself into him, polluting him.
The fat man enjoyed watching his friend come in Allen. He especially enjoyed watching Allen forced to come against his will in his young bride. He continued to kiss the sobbing girl as the scarred man peeled Allen off of her and rolled him, gasping, onto the bed next to Courtney.
Both men looked at the naked girl. Without a word, the fat man taped her mouth. The scarred man unfastened Courtney's ankles. They flipped her over, face down. She struggled weakly as the scarred man fastened her ankles again. The scarred man dragged Allen back to the chair. He tied him in again. The fat man knelt on the bed between Courtney's legs. His huge dick was recovered from ****** her. It was standing out, stiff and hard. The fat man reached down with both hands. Allen watched in horror as the fat man caressed Courtney's ass!
The scarred man ripped the tape from Allen's mouth. He felt the scarred man's penis on his face! It was still wet from being in his ass!
"Suck it, muthafucka!" snarled the scarred man. Allen turned his head away.
"Suck it, or he's gonna do yo' lil' bride!"
Allen looked over at Courtney. She writhed as the fat man's fingers spread her cheeks. His big finger, glistening with lubricant, was poised. The tape muffled Courtney's scream as the fat man slowly pressed his finger into her.
"NO!" screamed Allen. His scream was more like a croak, and his voice cracked.
"Suck it!"
The scarred man pressed his cock against Allen's lips. Courtney moaned again. He could see her smooth white buttocks twist frantically. The fat man's dark finger was sliding slowly sliding slowly in and out.
"Suck it, or she gets fucked in the ass!"
"No!" moaned Allen, "You'll kill her!"
"Suck it!"
Allen hesitated. He was trembling in humiliation. He heard Courtney sob, saw the grinning fat man lubricating his penis. He couldn't let this happen.
The man with a scar saw Allen surrender to him. He turned his head, opening his mouth. He felt his penis surge as he guided it into the boy's mouth.
"Open wide! That's it! No teeth! Now, lick it!"
Allen moaned as he felt the scarred man's dick sliding in and out of his mouth. He was giving pleasure to his wife's ******. This pervert had ***** BOTH of them!
The scarred man moaned in pleasure. Allen was in his twenties, but he was a soft, innocent young boy compared to the young men the scarred man had enjoyed in prison. He could tell Allen had never had a dick in his mouth. He had to tell him how to do it.
Making Allen obey turned him on as much as the sensation in his cock. He cradled the boy's head in his hands. He looked down at his smooth, youthful face, watching his lips slide over his shaft. He braced himself for his climax, holding the boy's head.
Allen tried to twist away when he tasted the precum, but it was no use. The scarred man drove his cock all the way to Allen's throat. He had no leverage in his jaws to bite. His frantic attempt to escape only stimulated the scarred man. Finally his mouth filled with hot cum. It shot down his throat, gagging him. The scarred man helt his head, slowly fucking him until he stopped coming.
He slipped his cock from Allen's mouth. The boy doubled over, gagging and retching. The scarred man was watching his friend. Courtney was squealing into the tape over her mouth. The fat man had three fingers in her tiny anus, stretching her out. Her hips were writhing and pumping helplessly. Still with his fingers in her ass, the fat man rolled into position. He lowered himself, replacing the fingers with the head of his cock.
"Shit! She's a tight little thing!" gloated the fat man.
"Nooo!" Allen looked up in time to see Courtney writhe frantically as the fat man's dick split her ass.
"You said! You promised!" he protested.
The scarred man slapped his head.
"Shut up! I lied! Come on, ovuh heah, watch yo' lil' bride get ass-fucked by a real man!"
Allen twisted his head as the scarred man taped his mouth again. He dragged the chair closer to the bed. He could see the smooth white shapes of Courtney's buttocks, and the fat man's huge glistening shaft sliding slowly in and out of her rectum. He could see the fat man's hands. They were reaching around under his young wife to caress her soft young breasts.
Courtney was no longer screaming. She was gasping for breath between sobs. She was writhing and pumping her hips, but that only intensified the fat man's pleasure. He would never forget the sensation of that smooth, tight asshole, the warmth as he drove deep into the girl's body, the way her frantic squirms excited him.
It took the fat man forever to come. He finally looked back at Allen. When he saw the humiliation, the horror, the shame in his young eyes, he just lost it. Courtney screamed as she felt it, deep in her slender body. Her ******'s hot cum was flooding where it should not be.
Her wrists and ankles struggled against the handcuffs, but she could not escape. She felt the fat man holding her against him, stroking her hair as he filled her with his cum, pumping and grunting. Finally it was over.
The fat man lay on Courtney while his cock softened inside her. Finally he withdrew, sliding his half limp cock out of her. He massaged her bare back. He lifted her hair and kissed her neck.
"You a nice lil fuck, fo' a white bitch!" he cooed. "I can' do no' mo'. How 'bout you?"
"Naw,” answered the man with the scar. “I need a res'."
“Well then, I need to be givin this little bride just one more fuck. Near as I can tell, she ain't had a cum around a cock just yet.”
Using a key, the fat man undid both the handcuffs at her hands and her feet. Courtney seemed to know what to do as she arranged herself on her back and trying to get comfortable, reached for and placed a pillow under her head.
It was obvioius to all three men, Courtney was getting ready for one last fuck session and the way it was looking, she wanted to be comfortable at least while doing it, and who knows, maybe she wants to cum? Then the fat man went one more as he grabbed the other pillow and as he placed it against her hip, Courtney raised her ass and he slid the pillow under.
There was no doubt now as Courtney went along with his move. She wants this. Maybe she wants to cum. Their thinking was correct. Courtney, having been close more than once, wanted to cum now, her second orgasm ever and this time with a cock and not just a tongue.
Looking into the fat man's eyes, she spread her legs. Now the formerly virgin bride was ready to be fucked, fucked deep and maybe be putting her legs and ass high into the air.
Courtney made no show of resistance, and Allen, resigned to their fate, could only watch as the fat man, his cock magically erect again, mounted his bride. As the big cock once again opened her wide and deep, he laughed. “This time baby, it be for you.”
It must have been for her as he had said, because once he had penetrated deep, Courtney wrapped her arms first, and as she raised her ass even higher, her legs around his waist. Then she did the unthinkable as he moved his lips to hers and she responded.
Allen's heart leaped into his throat upon hearing his bride say the unthinkable. “Fuck me, yes, just like thaaaaat. This won't take long, I can feel it.”
Moaning and thrusting back at him, matching every push with a shove, she fucked the fat man, and, maybe because she had been messed with for so long, Courtney was ready, because her first orgasm around a cock took only maybe three minutes to come about.
Courtney was crying once again, and this time her tears were tears of happniness. It was over for now, her orgasm she knew, as soon as she felt the fat man's cock grow fatter and once again blast a warm load into her willing cunt.
“Oh fuck. How can you cum so much? I'm swimming in cum.”
They kissed again, one last, long kiss using tongues. Then he was off her and Courney was able to put her tired and trembling legs back together.
“Can I use the bathroom,” she asked softly to anyone listening?
Sure baby,” said the fat man. “I'll go with you.”
Courtney made no protest as she sort of staggered and walked to the bathroom as the fat man followed. Allen sighed as he saw them go into the bathroom together, and as the light came on, the door closed. The man with the scar laughed.
“He made her cum tonight”, the scarred man said to Allen. “After I get some sleep I'll work on making her cum in the morning. Then we'll be on our way and you can be finishing your honeymoon.” Allen's eyes widened when he felt a hard cock press up against his back.
Then, placing Allen onto his stomach, he made Allen gasp and then grunt as he penetrated Allen's ass that was still slippery from the last fuck, and taking his time, Scarface enjoyed having a white man once again in the ass.
All the while, as he was almost enjoying the feel of a black man's cock in his ass, Allen was watching that door and wondering what his wife might be doing in there. Apparently, they were doing something, because his fuck in the ass was finished long before his wife was finished in the bathroom.
Allen was made to kiss the man with the scar, and strangely, after the first few seconds, he was returning the kiss. He was left hanging, his cock now hard and ignored as scarface moved away.
They were in the bathroom a long time, and Allen could even hear some giggling and laughing going on behind that closed door. Finally his smiling bride joined him on the bed as the two men squeexed in on both sides of them.
“For now, we sleep.” Guess who had said that. Courtney.
After moving Allen off the bed, they both took Courtney early in the morning before the sun had come up. Courtney was kissing him passionately as first the man with the scar made her cum, and then the fat man, taking his turn gave her two additional orgasms.
Afterward, Courtney could not meet her husband's eyes after having openly and obviously enjoyed the orgasms from her two rapists.
"Come on, son!" The scarred man untied Allen. He dragged the limp boy back to the bed and lay him beside his sobbing bride. He lay the handcuff key on the dresser.
"Key's ovuh heah. She can figure out how to get you loose!" he said.
The fat man looked back at the two young white bodies laying on the bed. “You planning on calling the cops? Won't matter much to us since we already got a lot of charges stacked against us. It's just that if you plan to call the cops then we need to take your cell phones so we can have more time to get further away.”
Allen looked over at Courtney and she shook her head. “No Allen. I don't want anyone to know.”
Allen looked at the two men. “You have your answer.”
“Cool man. In that case you can keep your phone and all your shit. We just took some food that was waitin in the cupboards. You got plenty left to eat.”
“Thank you,” said Allen, softly as he sort of glared at the two men.
“Yes, thank you,” echoed Courtney as she gave them a different sort of look, and it was not a glare.
"Happy honeymoon!" the fat man said, as he switched out the light.
Allen heard the door latch. He heard the sound of footsteps on the porch, the starting of a motor of a car that had been parked behind the cabin and then nothing more.
“Can you undo these cuffs,” Allen asked his sweaty and well-used bride?
“Not yet,” she giggled. First I want to ride you while you're cuffed.” And with that, Courtney placed her mouth on her husband's penis in preparation of having their first wedding fuck in privacy. Who knows? She might even kiss him on the mouth.
