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Freaky Honeymoon - Chapter 4
After lengthy discussions between Emily and the young couple it was agreed that the final part of the game would be played that evening. However since Charles could not participate, a surrogate would take his place. Emily and Marsha decided that they would choose the replacement from the numerous attractive males that frequented the pool area. Roland was invited to enjoy the company of the women due to his prominent bulge and muscular build. Marsha would regret her impetuous act once she saw Roland's cock in its erect state. Andrew's penis was well above average in both length and girth, it had been a big reason for Marsha accepting his proposal of marriage. However, Roland was at least two inches longer and another inch larger in diameter.
Little did she know, nor would she find out, that Emily and Charles had arranged the entire affair. It never dawned on her even as Emily and Charles took dozens and dozens of pictures of her being ravaged by this brute of a man. Andrew was no source of support during her ordeal, opting to test her limits while she was helpless to prevent anything that he chose to do to her. That evening she learned that her new husband was a very stern taskmaster; something she had to admit was enjoyable. No real woman wanted to be married to a weakling.
Within minutes of her arrival, Marsha was naked and fastened to the trapeze, her wrists joined together and anchored to the headboard. She gasped when she got her first look at Roland's equipment. The man was huge! Emily immediately began to suck noisily on his cock to bring it to full hardness. Soon his gigantic member was burrowing into her quim without the benefit of lubrication, an extremely painful process. Her cries of pain were effectively muffled by her husband's prong, which punched against the back of her throat, and then actually started to force its way down her gullet. As she struggled for air, Roland's long, thick dick touched bottom, colliding with her cervix. It felt as if someone was punching her in the pussy, which was not far from the truth. Emily slid over and began to lick his cock as it moved in and out of Marsha's moistening cunt. The pounding of her tight twat went on for a good long time before he began to fill her sore slot with what seemed like a bucket of boiling cum.
While Emily cleaned Roland's slimy cock of what little cunt juice Marsha had been able to generate during his assault, Andrew took over and started to give it to her with a vengeance. She was surprised at the power and speed of his strokes as they split her slit wide. Emily moved over and squatted on her face so Marsha could begin to eat her pussy, then move so she could also rim the woman's tight brown pucker. Charles took up a position besides her, and began pinching her nipples cruelly as her husband continued his assault on her loosening fuck pipe. Andrew stiffened and began dumping his semen into the mess that was her cum-filled cunt. Emily continued to grind her meaty twat and broad arse over Marsha's slime coated face. The yong newly wed gasped in pain as Charles pulled her nipples to their limit of elasticity, an evil smile wreathing his face. They were just beginning to work on their helpless victim and as the hours slowly passed, she was fucked to a fare-thee-well by cocks, dildos and fists.
Marsha almost wet herself when her legs were raised to expose her anus. Emily donned a latex glove smeared with a mysterious material. She gradually worked her hand into Marsha's bunghole and began fisting the young woman's anal passage, saturating her anal lining with the salve that began to chafe and then burn the tender membranes that composed her rectal region. Soon Marsha felt as if some one had lit a fire inside her bumhole. As she began to scream, a pair of urine soaked knickers, hers, were stuffed into her mouth and then held in place by tape. Charles was still amusing himself by tormenting her small, hard-nippled breasts. Her husband was now grinding her cunt flat with the wheeled vibrator, rolling it up and down her snatch from clit to base. Marsha responded by squeezing off a number of intense orgasms as her husband stimulated her love button mercilessly.
Marsha's body stiffened as she felt Roland's thick weapon pressing against her tight, puckered arsehole. To Marsha it felt as if a large tree limb was being forced up her tender bottomhole, tearing her to shreds. She bucked and squirmed to no avail, as Roland forced more and more of his huge weapon into her stretched lower intestines. Just as she thought the top of her head was about to be blown off by the intense pressure the invader was developing in her anal region, he fully buried his shaft inside her bunghole. Then he began to draw it out partially and ram it back in, picking up the pace with every stroke. Marsha was having difficulty breathing, as she became panic stricken, fearing that the fat length of hard meat was on the verge of rupturing her arsehole. Emily urged him on, " Give it to the bitch, split her bumhole open, make her bleed! Come on, fuck her faster, harder, deeper!"
The newly wed's naked body was covered with a patina of sweat from fear and her efforts to escape the punishment her tired bottomhole was absorbing. Emily bounced her plump body up and down on Marsha's face, cutting off her air and burying her nose between her broad arsecheeks. Then Emily's bottom was replaced by Andrew's long hard cock, which he forced down his wife's throat, adding to her panic as her breath was cut off. For the next few hours Marsha was tormented to her limit and well beyond. The men took turns stretching her quim and butthole, careful to avoid cuming. Emily applied various creams, ointments and liquids to Marsha's vulva, cunt and rectal area whenever the men were resting. These ingredients dried her fuck passages to the point that she was in horrible pain whenever a cock entered her and began to saw away in one of her tight, sore channels.
To make matters worse, Emily had coated Marsha's clitoris with a salve that made it incredibly sensitive. Even blowing on her fat fleshy nubbin was enough to drive her to the brink of orgasm. The sensation caused by a pocket rocket vibrator being moved around and then over her fuck button produced orgasms that drained her of almost all energy. Marsha became a mindless piece of spasming fuckmeat as Emily and Charles teased her to orgasm after orgasm while Andrew and Roland battered her tight, tender fuck channels to pulpy masses of swollen flesh, their cocks protected by the thick-walled, knobby condoms supplied by Emily.
The men were taking another well-earned break, but Marsha was given no rest. Charles was rubbing ice cubes over her pert, hard-nippled tits prior to shoving them up her raw, gaping bunghole. Emily was fisting the young bride's swollen cunt, punching her cervix with each stroke of her clenched, latex covered hand.
" From the feel of it, I'd say your cervix is tilted so far over, that it would be impossible for you to get preggers for at least a couple of months, that is if Andrew doesn't give you any more fisting."
That brought laughter from all except Marsha who was in too much pain to appreciate the joke.
Andrew decided to have his wife suck him off while he caught his second wind. As his thick cock stretched her gullet, he used her hair to move his wife's head up and down.
" When we get back home I want you to get a boob job, no matter what you have to do to get one, so you'll look like a real woman instead of a little girl with a flat chest and hairless pussy. If need be, you can fuck my friends until there's enough money to get it done. If I catch you fooling around and giving it away for free I'll beat you bloody, understand! "
To emphasize his words he forced his cock completely down his helpless bride's throat, cutting off her air. When he finally withdrew, Marsha's face was nearly blue. After some very enthusiastic mouth and tit action from Emily, Roland was ready to go again. Charles had coated Marsha's vulva with an ointment that caused the flesh to swell and become extremely sensitive. Meanwhile Emily had gone to the bathroom to freshen Marsha's knickers with more of her warm, acrid piss prior to gagging the young bride with them so that her screams would be muffled once Roland began to batter her insides again.
Emily returned and gagged the newly wed before attending to Roland's rock-hard cock. She first rolled a heavy-walled condom over his rigid rod, and then coated the latex with another salve that would irritate the lining of Marsha's cunt while she was being fucked. Finally she guided his sheathed weapon into the young woman's swollen fuck pipe, grinning at the way Marsha's eyes widened as her tight twat was penetrated. After about ten minutes of steady punishment, Roland took a breather, keeping his hard ramrod buried deep inside Marsha's burning fuck tube. She was nearly out of her mind from the incredible pain this treatment was generating. Meanwhile Andrew's cock was being skillfully suctioned by Emily, gaining length and girth as it filled with blood.
" You'll be ready to take over the next time Roland needs to take a break. I'm sure your wife will be delighted to know that her hot pussy will continue to get what it needs without any interruption." Emily said as she jacked his semi-hard dick with slow, strong strokes. Roland pulled out from Marsha's wet snatch and repositioned his stiff cock at the entrance to her rectum. " Oh this will be fun!" exclaimed Emily.
It took almost an hour of steady drilling before Marsha had her first orgasm of this part of the lengthy session that was nearing three in the morning. . It was quickly followed by a series of stronger climaxes that rippled through her sweaty body as both of her holes were relentlessly reamed by Andrew and Roland. All that time Emily teased the woman mercilessly with a pocket rocket vibrator that she used to keep Marsha on the verge of cuming, stimulating her blood-bloated clitoris with practiced skill. All good things must come to an end and so it was for Marsha, who passed out from the effects of having to squeeze off too many orgasms in too short a time. It was touch and go for a minute or so because the new bride began to swallow the piss-soaked underwear that was gagging her so effectively. Once Charles yanked them from her throat, then Emily was free to enjoy the hot cum that Roland and Andrew hosed her with, using her fingers to scoop up the thick, salty loads that covered her heavy breasts. It was truly a night to remember for all concerned.
About four months later Emily and Charles received a letter and some pictures from Marsha. The young, flat-chested bride had changed considerably since her freaky honeymoon experience with the Landers. She had finally earned enough for a boob job and now proudly sported a set of tits that challenged the D-cup bra that she occasionally wore.
Andrew had quit his job to devote full time to managing his stable of whores which included his wife. She had developed into a huge moneymaker, working as a nude dancer/hostess at a private men's club and supplementing that income by providing certain intimate services for those club members able to adequately compensate her for those special "activities" she offered. She was also doing private nude modeling and making porno videos for her husband's new company. Her older sister, as well as one of Andrew's younger sisters, were now also part of his stable of professional "entertainers".
The photos showed Marsha involved in such varied activities as making porno tapes, performing her duties as an escort and massage therapist plus modeling in the nude or showing fetish wear produced by another arm of her husband's empire of adult entertainment. Charles and Emily were delighted to see from these pictures that the young wife had expanded her sexual horizons to include women as well as men. Emily had a good chuckle over the photo showing Marsha and a decidedly young-looking "up and cummer" named Ruby, doing some very original things to each other. It seems Ruby has also won over Andrew who is spending much of his spare time "educating" her in the ways of the world, with Marsha's blessings, she was quick to add.
They were also intrigued by Marsha's offer to arrange a meeting between them and some of her new associates in the sex industry; strictly complimentary of course, she assured them. Between now and then, a great deal had happened. Both of them had significantly broadened their outlook on sex in all its myriad forms. Both were experimenting to discover their limits, but somehow still remaining closely bonded as man and wife. Some of their adventures and escapades will be described in the chapters that follow.
( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )
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