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From: Phil Phantom <pp@philphantom.com>
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Date: Sat, 19 May 2001 15:10:03 -0400
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                           Honeymooner's Hell
                            By: Phil Phantom
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Randy and Candy Rockford approached the desk clerk at a posh
Miami hotel wanting to know the cost of their honeymoon suite for
one night. Jerome Smith never saw a cuter pair of newlyweds, as
cute as their names. Neither of them looked over eighteen. They
looked shy, nervous, broke, lost, and Jerome would bet a month's
salary that the innocent-looking bride had never been touched. He
didn't want to scare them into a motel they could afford, so
rather than discuss the three-day minimum at $235/day; he offered
to show them one of the available suites. He led; they followed.

They made small talk on the way. The small talk revealed what he
suspected - married that morning in a Deep South church, arrived
hours ago in Miami on a tight budget. Had not had a chance to do
the dirty deed, wanting to make the first time special in a real
honeymoon suite. Randy looked raring to go, like he had been
randy for years. Candy still looked dandy, but nervous, yet
excited about seeing a real honeymoon suite in a fancy hotel with
fifty-four floors when the tallest building in Somethingburg,
Alabama was four stories.

A bright and lovely girl, Candy could easily pass for sixteen at
a distance or at first glance, but she recently graduated high
school one year after Randy. He waited for her, and he waited for
her pussy for years. They first started going steady when Candy
was a freshman, decided to get married when she was a junior, and
married in June a few days after graduation.

Jerome fell madly in-lust with Candy on a two-minute elevator
ride. She looked absolutely edible from pert nose to tiny toes,
even her elbows. She looked soft as a bunny and showed no sign of
a tan, or remnant of a tan. Her shimmering, waist-length,
brunette hair was all over with most stuffed under a broad straw
hat. She wore a light summer skirt with elastic waist with a
crop-top that revealed the powder-blue bra beneath. Her bare
midriff revealed a waist he could almost close both hands around
and the cutest innie belly button that the head of his dick could
reach through her pussy, turning her innie into an outie. She had
bare legs of flawless perfection and bare feet in sandals,
showing red nails that matched the fingernails and lipstick. She
wore the hat to shield her virgin skin from the Miami sun and
dark sunglasses to hide where she rested her eyes, probably their
first purchase. Miami was full of good crotches to watch, and
Jerome knew a compulsive crotch watcher when he studied one.

Candy blushed at every sexual innuendo, every hint of the dirty
deed they were about to do, Jerome's off-color humor, and the
hugs he kept giving her because she was so adorable and blushed
so cute. He had to feel her and gauge her response to
forwardness, over familiarity, and conduct unbecoming a desk
clerk. Her lack of response was very encouraging - no stiffness,
no pulling back, no indignation, no anger, just blushes that
showed so well on her pearly-white skin. Randy was no hero and
didn't know what to say or do - even better. This would be like
taking candy from a baby.

Jerome touched much of Candy before reaching the halfway point to
the fifty-second floor, but from twenty-six on, his hands never
left her sweet body. At floor thirty-two, he drew her in close to
his side, and there she remained a captive to his unique charm,
personality, and wit. Jerome felt all the bare skin he could
reach, plus the side of one breast (tight, firm), both ass cheeks
(supple, no tension), thighs (front, back, and sides - great
tone), lower abdomen (drum tight, prominent pubic mound).

Randy had been squeezed out but figured they could get a great
deal on the room with this friendly, touchy-feely guy. Randy
hoped Candy would keep on humoring him. They might get the room
for half off. As they walked down the long hallway to the room,
Randy drifted back a bit to see if Jerome actually had his hand
where it looked like he had it. That was where it was, dead
square on her ass, squeezing, and his one hand could squeeze her
entire ass. Randy wanted a cheap room, not a free room, but big
discount did seem in the offing. He and Candy seemed to be
thinking on the same wavelength: These rooms gotta be expensive;
let the guy feel whatever he wants to feel.

Jerome led them into the bridal suite and guided Candy straight
to the heart-shaped bed while Randy looked out the window and
said, "Wow, what a view!" then stepped out on the balcony. When
he stepped, Jerome put his ass groping hand low in the center,
turned her shocked face to his, and kissed her passionately while
digging into her crotch from the rear with his fingers massaging
a plumped-up pussy in slick silk or satin panties. She stiffened
very stiff at first, but relaxed and went with the kiss after his
tongue became very familiar with the inside of her mouth and went
halfway down her throat. She did not fight the groping, even as
the other hand went on a free roaming range beneath theclothing.

Candy did no fighting, but did offer resistance in the form of
pushing hands flattened against his chest. As she surrendered to
the kiss, that push became more of a caressing stroking of his
manly chest. She allowed her right hand to be placed on his
throbbing erection. When she felt that impressive lump she had
crotch-watched, she squeezed. She brought her left hand down to
feel the balls. She squeezed and fondled his cock and balls all
through a lengthy mutual groping kiss that only ended when Randy
stopped oohing and aweing the Miami scenery, coughed several
times to alert them of his impeding return, then returned after
giving Candy three minutes to get a good price out of the guy.

They came away just in time - almost - leaving a very red and
flustered bride who faced away to wipe her mouth, but forgot to
pull the bunched skirt material out of the crack of her ass.
After she turned her back on her new hubby, Randy also saw her
panties tucked neatly inside the puffy labia lips, giving him his
first look at any part of her pussy. He had felt her pussy over
panties, but he never saw anything like a lip hanging out,
especially not two. The powder-blue panties completely
disappeared from view along one inch of the pussy crack, right
about where the hole should be. Letting a guy cop a feel was one
thing, but she was making out with the fucker and was reluctant
to turn loose of his cock and balls.

Candy wasn't sure how much Randy saw, but she knew she screwed up
when she turned back to face Randy and saw where his astonished
eyes had been looking. She reached back and felt what he saw. She
had a blush that was three degrees redder than he ever saw. She
looked embarrassed and guilty. She was busted, caught in the act.
She had to dig satin out of her pussy, then pull her skirt out of
her butt crack, then tug the skirt in place, all under Randy's
betrayed, accusing, hurt eyes. Candy got his dirty look, but
Jerome got his angry look.

Jerome acted as though nothing were wrong or out of the norm. He
asked Randy how he liked the view. "Good." he said with a firm
set to his jaw. Jerome then said the view was much better inside
if Candy was inside. That was uncalled for, but Candy liked it,
thanked him, and said he was sweet. Jerome said she was very
sweet. Randy didn't like all this sweet talk. He came and stood
possessively beside Candy, taking her by the hand to repossess
her while wanting to know how much.

Jerome said, "Before we discuss price, let's discuss our
honeymooner's package and features. We offer a full range of
support to our honeymooning couples. Will this be the first time
you two kids got it on?"

Randy said that was none of his business, but Candy said it would
be, that they had never had sexual intercourse of any kind, and
that was why they wanted their first time to be very special.

Jerome said, "The first time must be very special, especially for
the bride. A bad or blas  first experience in sex sets the tone
for the whole marriage. The first time should be great and can
only be great with an experienced lover. Two virgins rarely enjoy
their first sex no matter where they have it."

Randy was quick to say, "We know what we're doing. How much for
one night?"

Candy said, "Randy, let him finish. Jerome is a professional, and
we do not either know what we're doing. You better not know."

Randy didn't contradict her, so she looked back to Jerome,
smiled, and said, "You were saying."

"My advice is to take this slow and get to know one another
better sexually before you rush into screwing. Rushing to screw
is always the biggest mistake. You have your lifetime to screw.
The honeymoon is for laying the foundation of a full, complete,
and rewarding sex life that will reward you both in huge
dividends for the rest of your marriage."

Candy turned to Randy and said, "See, that does make sense. He
does know what he's doing, and we should be taking notes. You
just want to throw me down and screw me."

"Like he doesn't! If I waited one more minute, he'd be done
screwing you by now."

Embarrassed, Candy sternly to Randy only, "We will discuss this
when we are alone. Don't be rude."

Randy, however, wanted to be heard when he said, "ME BE RUDE!
Excuse me! Didn't I give you enough time to get his cock out? Was
that rude of me to barge in on you like that?"

"RANDY!"

"Don't Randy me. You have been checking out his equipment since
he stepped out from behind the counter, and I ruined it for you
just when you were about to get it out and get a good look at it.
How thoughtless of me."

"Randy, I said we will discuss this matter when we are alone.
[turning to Jerome] I'm sorry. My husband can be such a child
sometimes. Please understand, he has waited a long time for this
day, but it won't hurt to wait a little longer. Anything you can
do to slow him down will be greatly appreciated by a wife who
doesn't want to rush through this thing. I have waited a long
time, too, and this day is just as important to me. Please accept
my apology. You were saying."

"I understand completely. The groom is always overeager; the
bride always wants a full, lasting, and rewarding first
experience. We're here to help. I am the honeymoon guy. I have
been the honeymoon guy for twelve years, now. I will not leave
you two alone until you are both ready to be alone. With your
permission, of course."

"You have my permission, and my gratitude. Don't even ask him. I
know what he'll say. Leave us alone so I can rip off her clothes,
throw her down and screw her silly."

"Fine. Did you bring along any marital aids?"

"Condoms?"

"No, dildos, vibrators, ben wa balls, massage oils, that sort of
thing."

Randy stood with his mouth open. Candy just shook her head.
Jerome said, "We provide you with everything you need. What type
of pussy do you have?"

Randy's eyes went wide. So did Candy's, but she wasn't speechless
and said, "What type? What types are there?"

"Pussies come in a wide range of types and forms. Hasn't anyone
commented on what type you have using terms like, peach, clam,
mousy, maw, long-lip, short-lip, up-front, tucked, low-slung,
flat-flounder, quarter-pounder, single-lipped, double-lipped,
slender-slitted, taco, gutsy...any of those terms sound familiar
to you?"

"No, no one ever saw mine...except a doctor. He just called it a
vagina. You didn't even mention any of the other terms I've heard
it go by...you know, pussy, snatch, beaver, cunt, and Randy's
favorite, twat."

"Well, those are all slang terms for the vagina, but I need to
know your type. I don't need to see it. I can tell the type by
feel."

Randy said, "Then what type is it. You had to feel it when you
stuffed her panties in her twat."

Candy cried, "Randy! My vagina is not a twat. Stop being rude!"

Jerome calmly said, "Yes, I did feel her pussy, but I'll need a
better feel to determine the type. I only know she has one that
can close over a pair of satin panties. She does have a good set
of lips on her."

With that, he did get a good feel by reaching under her skirt
while she went stiff as a board on tip toes and reached for a
two-handed brace on his shoulders. Randy simply could not believe
this shit. Jerome got his hand inside her panties and full in the
crotch. He felt thoroughly while looking like a blind man reading
a waffle iron, looking off in space, feeling, feeling, poking,
stroking, feeling, fondling, then finally saying, "Ah, we have us
a virgin, hymen still intact."

Relaxing and settling back to her heels, she said, "Yes...What
type of pussy do I have...besides virgin pussy?"

"A very juicy type for one thing. You lubricate well. That's
good. You want a pussy that gets slick and stays slick. There's
nothing wrong with your sexual plumbing. Yes, this is one slick
and slippery, tight, virgin pussy. It's days like this that make
me love my job."

Randy stood in wonder as he saw Candy stand unassisted and let
that man play with her slick and slippery, tight, virgin pussy.
She not only let him, she widened her stance and pulled the front
of her skirt up so that she could see. That revealed her panties
down at mid thigh. That also revealed exactly what Jerome was
doing with that hand. He fucked her with two middle fingers with
pauses to spread the wetness over her standing clit and fleshy
inner lips. Having never seen her pussy before, Randy was not
inclined to stop this exhibition and thought she had the
up-front, single-lipped, clam type pussy. He should have known
beforehand, but Candy had a bad case of vaginal shyness that
Jerome was helping her with in expert fashion. If nothing else,
that was worth staying out of this molesting of a bride.

Jerome said, "Since you don't seem to be the bashful type, let's
get a better look at this pussy. Ease back to the bed and sit at
the edge. There you go...that's it...Randy, do me a favor and
remove her panties so we can get her legs apart."

That sounded like a good idea, so when Candy settled and lifted
her feet, Randy knelt and worked her panties down and off. He
stayed right there for the view when her legs fell open on their
own revealing the most beautiful sight Randy ever saw - pussy -
wide open pussy - Candy Cavinaugh's - oops, Candy Rockford's
pussy - Mrs. Robert Rockford Jrs.' pussy - yeah, man, what a
juicy twat!

Jerome now worked that pussy with both hands while Candy, up on
her elbows took a keen interest in the way a honeymoon specialist
masturbated a bride. He did seem like a real pro at this. The man
knew his pussy, and because he did know pussy so well, Candy lost
her vaginal shyness, though Randy staring at it still bothered
her some. Jerome staring didn't bother her in the least. He was
sorta like a doctor. She wanted him to see more, so she drew her
legs in further and tried to lay them out flatter, yawning her
cunt for him to expertly apply his talented hands and manly
fingers that felt so different from her own or Randy's over
panties. Large, manly fingers on bare flesh were much better.

Jerome said, "So, you saved your virginity for your wedding
night."

"We both did. At least, I think he did. With guys, you can never
tell. You just have to trust them. If there is one thing I know
about guys, you can never trust them...present company excepted,
of course."

"I am a professional, but I am still a guy, Candy."

"Well, you are a professional guy, and I trust you, and there are
professional guys I don't trust. My doctor for one."

"You have a good firm hymen, never been dented."

"Yeah, well my doctor wanted to put a few dents in it - dent it
right out of there with his special hymen denter outer that he
carried around in his pants. I wasn't born yesterday, and he
should know. He delivered me."

"I don't find many intact hymens on brides these days. You are a
very rare and special bride."

"Thank you. It's not easy these days, but I wanted to be a true
virgin for my husband. That's a gift you can only give once, and
most can't give that gift even once. I'm not sure Randy
appreciates what a girl gives up to be able to give that once in
a lifetime special gift. You don't just give up guys, you can't
do yourself very deep with anything...you know...like with those
marital aid things you mentioned."

"You can't fuck yourself."

She blushed, smiled, and said, "Not very well. Not like I'd like
to."

Jerome said, "Randy should have been jacking off with only half
of his dick. Then, he would appreciate what you sacrificed."

She smiled and said, "Yes, exactly, except I do most of his
jacking off for him. I have been jacking him off for more than
four years, now, helping him wait. If I could only jack half, I
could only use two fingers and a thumb."

Randy cried, "CANDY!"

"You know you're little. I'm sure he can tell. [looking to
Jerome] We talk about that a lot. I have to keep reassuring him
that his dick isn't too small, but what concerns me is his nuts
are so tiny."

"CANDY, Please!" He whined as though she had his tiny nuts in a
tiny nut grinder.

"Randy, Jerome is an expert. He's like a doctor. Damnit, you do
have a little dick. It's not your fault, and it doesn't matter,
but you do have tiny nuts to go with your little dick, and that
might be a problem that he might know something about. I should
think you would be as interested as I am. They are your nuts.
[looking to Jerome] Anyway, he doesn't make much sperm, and I
worry that we may have trouble making babies when we are ready to
make babies. We don't want any for a few years, but I do want a
big family some day. Will that be a problem?"

"Could be. Sperm count is crucial."

"I know. Now you know why I was so impressed by your big balls.
Actually, big balls impress me more than big dicks do, not that
big dicks don't. I think every girl looks at crotches the way
guys look at chests. I look, but I look for signs of big balls. I
love seeing big balls on a man. You have a very nice dick, but
your balls are really something."

"Thank you. I pride myself in my balls."

"You should. Big balls are a sign of virility. There's a guy in
my senior class, Roger Sweeney. He has balls like yours. I know a
lot of girls who did it with Roger. They say he cums and cums
until you feel like cum will come pouring out of your ears. You
must cum a lot when you cum. Do you? If it's not too
personal...you know, to ask a question like that."

"Ask any question you like. All the good questions are personal,
but my job is personal, and my services are very personal. I take
my job very personally and put my all into my job. The only dumb
question is the one you are too dumb or too shy to ask. You,
Candy, are neither shy nor dumb."

She beamed a big smile that went well with a bigger beaver as she
said, "You are so sweet. Thank you. I think you'll find that I am
not at all shy, and I'm not afraid to ask a dumb question, or ask
it twice if I didn't get an answer the first time. Do you cum a
lot?"

He gave her a warm smile and said, "A lot is relative, but big
balls will cum a lot more than small nuts. Sperm count is never a
problem with me."

"Roger either. He knocks up a lot of chicks, even married
chicks....This feels really good. I'm very impressed, Jerome. You
certainly do know your brides. Do you do this a lot with new
brides?"

"You mean help break them in?"

"Yes."

"Oh yeah. Breaking in new pussy is one of the perks of this job.
I must say, I have seen my share, but I have never seen finer
pussy than between your fair and sexy legs."

"Really! You know, I have always been terribly shy about showing
my pussy. In fact, this is the first time Randy has seen my
pussy. I'm all over that, now?"

"You seem to be, and that is the first step."

"Well, check off step one, because I am no longer shy about
showing my pussy."

"Would you like me to get my hands out of the way so that you can
properly show him your pussy?"

"Well...okay, but I want them back."

"Say when."

Jerome drew his hands away as Randy inched closer, watching as
Candy lined fingertips along both puffy clam lips and turned her
pussy into a yawning cunt of coral-pink perfection, now as proud
as a peacock. Yes, this was worth it. Candy said, "You should
thank Jerome for this, Randy. It would have been years if ever
before you saw my pussy like this, and you know it."

Without taking his eyes from the vaginal vision, Randy said,
"She's right. I owe you. She had it bad. Now, she has it good,
real good. Thanks, I mean, really."

Candy said, "Now apologize for being rude. What we did while you
were out on the balcony made me want to show him my pussy this
way. He started doing his job right away, and he made me this
way. If you like me this way, what you owe him is an apology for
being rude."

That was a tough one, but Randy swallowed his pride and
apologized to Jerome for being rude. He also apologized to Candy
for giving her dirty looks and for making her feel guilty for
what she did. That apology surprised her and made her smile
warmly. She wanted a kiss, so he came up and kissed her, then
went down and kissed her pussy - all over - and wouldn't stop
until Jerome eased him back.

Candy smiled to Jerome as he returned to playing with her pussy.
She watched for a while, then said, "What type is it, besides
very slippery and very virgin?"

"I'd say this was a single-lipped, gutsy, peach, perched high,
full lipped, in full bloom. I love the coloring and the light,
straight, super fine pubic hair, but you should shave the lips.
Your labia lips are full and puffy. You want to highlightthose."

"I thought about shaving but wasn't sure if Randy liked hair or
not. Should I shave all the hair off my pussy? Would that look
even better?"

"Personally, I prefer a totally shaved pussy."

"I'll shave it all off, then."

Randy said, "Isn't anyone going to ask me what I prefer? This IS
my wife's pussy. Let's not forget that."

Candy said, "This is not your pussy, Randy. I gave my hand in
marriage, not my pussy. The ring is on my finger, not through my
clit or my nose. If I want to shave all the hair off my pussy,
I'll shave all the hair off."

Jerome said, "Randy, my boy, never tell a woman what to do with
her genitals. If you do, she will do the opposite. That's in
their nature."

Candy said, "Listen to him. Jerome knows pussy and he knows
women. I hope you are paying close attention, because he is using
his fingers exactly the way I like it done."

Randy said, "I have been paying close attention. I can do it like
that."

"Maybe so, but keep watching him until you have it down pat. Like
he said, we should be in no hurry. I want my pussy broken in
right by a professional."

Jerome said, "Randy, I do know women, and the one thing you must
learn is if you ever tell a woman that she can't fuck around,
she'll fuck every guy you know just to spite you. On the other
hand, if you give a woman the freedom to fuck around, she will.
You're fucked either way. The best course is to just stay quiet
on the subject and pray for the best. If you want faithful, get a
dog. The worst thing you could do is marry a girl as attractive
and desirable as Candy is, one that every swinging dick in town
is dying to fuck."

Candy said, "Amen! You are so right-on, Jerome. Listen to him,
Randy."

Jerome said to Randy, "Women are funny creatures, Randy. Most
girls never give cheating a thought until they are forced to take
a vow not to. Right after that, cheating stays on their mind.
They are never easier than when on their honeymoon, and the day
they take their vows they are the easiest. Most return from the
honeymoon and go looking for all those guys who they know want to
screw them. They flirt, get a nibble, then rape the poor bastard.
Newlywed pussy is the easiest pussy you'll ever score on."

Candy declared, "I don't believe this! I thought I was losing my
fucking mind. That is exactly what happened to me, exactly. Roger
Sweeney has been hounding me for pussy for the whole time Randy
and I have been seeing each other. I would not give him the time
of day. Right after I say, I do, when they all kiss the bride,
Roger lays one on me, and I lay it right back, just like I did
with you. After the kiss, he whispered that he wanted to meet me
right after I get back from our honeymoon, and I made a date to
meet him at our favorite burger hang-out. He took that to mean I
would let him fuck me. I know he took it that way, because he
told me not to bother wearing panties. I said I wouldn't."

Randy sat back on his heels in stunned disbelief, then said, "You
made a date with Roger...this morning? You made a date to screw
Roger Sweeney right after you said your vows? Candy, you gotta be
shittin' me! Are you serious? Is this a real date to fuck?"

"Well...yes, but don't you see...that goes to show how right
Jerome is about the nature of women. That was why I made out with
Jerome as soon as your back was turned. That's why I wanted to
lie down like this and spread my legs like this. That's why I
wanted to show Jerome my pussy, and show all of it, especially
the part the dick goes in. I want to show Roger my pussy just
like this. I will keep that date, and I will let Roger fuck me. I
as mush as promised him a fuck, and he'll get a fuck. At least I
know I'm not crazy. That is just the nature of women after taking
the vow. Don't you see?"

"Yeah, I see. I see a cheating slut."

That hurt the slut. Jerome intervened, "Hold on, Randy. That was
uncalled for. Candy is just being open and honest. She doesn't
want to cheat. Cheating is not in a woman's nature. They do not
like to cheat. They do value openness and honesty in a marriage.
If she tells you everything, she doesn't feel like she is
cheating. She doesn't want to go behind your back, lie, sneak,
play games. That is not in women's nature, and that is especially
true in Candy's case. Am I right, Candy?"

"Yes, you are very right. [looking to Randy with eyes that still
hurt] I don't want to go behind your back. I can't lie to you. I
refuse to cheat, but the truth is, I will be fucking other guys,
Roger especially. A lot of guys want to fuck me. Now, I want to
fuck them as badly as they have always wanted to fuck me. Jerome
is right. If you want faithful, or want to think you have a
faithful wife, you should have married a dog or a bitch who is
good at cheating and not getting caught. I'm no bitch, and I
don't cheat. We are getting good professional advice, here, Mr.
Rockford. I, for one, am amazed at his insights and knowledge of
women. He knows me better than I know myself. He knows me better
than my mom knows me. And he...and he..."

While she said that, the professional freed his rampant cock and
began using that to massage her vaginal guts. She wasn't
expecting that, and Randy shot to his feet, saying, "HEY, what do
you think you're doing?"

Jerome said, "Relax, kid, just watch."

Randy watched and Candy watched Jerome center his cock at her
hole and push in. Candy groaned, but Randy shouted, "HEY!"

Jerome said, "Don't worry. This is all part of the breaking in
process." Looking to Candy while getting a grip on both hips,
Jerome said, "Can you feel me up against your hymen?"

"Yes...but..."

"Watch out for that spider."

"WHAT!"

While she frantically looked all about for a spider, he pulled,
tore through her hymen, and sank three more of his nine inches
into snug virgin pussy. That hurt, but not nearly as much as it
would have had she been looking at her stretched pussy with worry
lines on her sweating brow. Now, it was all over. She could see
that. Randy could see that. Randy was pissed and said, "You
fucker, you took her cherry!"

"That's the perk I was telling you about, breaking in new pussy.
I thought you understood."

"You asshole! I'm reporting you for this! You can't get away with
this."

"Look, kid, she wanted me to break her pussy in. If I
misunderstood her, I'm sorry."

Candy looked to Randy and said, "Look, there's no use crying over
spilt milk, Randy."

"SPILT MILK! We are talking about your virginity, Candy, the
virginity you saved for me, your husband. Remember me, the guy at
the altar with you, the one you vowed never to cheat on."

"I never said that."

"That's what the marriage vow is, Candy."

"How can I be cheating when I did it right in front of you?"

Jerome used this time to work the rest of his cock in. Randy's
eyes never left that scene. Now Candy's eyes were on it, amazed
that all that cock was fully inside her body. Jerome looked to
her and said, "How do you feel?"

"Stuffed to the gills, but I feel fine. That hardly hurt at all.
There wasn't any spider, was there?"

"No, that was the old spider diversion."

"Works great. You're good. You sure feel good. I can feel your
heartbeat, and look what you did to my belly button. The best
part is feeling your big hairy balls pressed against my ass. You
really do have a great pair of balls."

Randy cried out at Jerome, "I'll say he has big balls. Hey,
remember me! You did your thing. You got your perk, now get your
balls off her ass and pull your damn dick out of my wife."

"If that's your wish, but that would be a big mistake."

"Why?"

"Her first time should be full and complete with orgasm, multiple
if possible. The more the better. Pulling out now is the worst
thing I could do."

Candy said, "Listen to him, Randy. What's done is done, and I did
ask him to break me in. I didn't realize what that meant, but
since we have gone this far, I want him to finish."

Randy reluctantly mulled this over, then said, "All right, but
have him put a condom on. That's what we bought them for."

Candy said, "He's right. I'll be ovulating in a few days. This is
my danger zone. We have some in our bags down in your lobby.
Randy can go down and get us one. Could you hold off till he gets
back?"

Jerome said, "You shouldn't cheat yourself of the full
experience. The dick going off inside your pussy is the best part
of fucking and usually triggers your orgasm; besides, I won't
wear the damn things. I don't take showers with a raincoat on,
either."

Randy now watched Jerome take long strokes at a slow pace and
said, "Yeah, well I don't want your bastard in my wife, so take
your dick out."

Candy said, "Randy, this is my decision. I'm willing to risk it.
He's right. I want to know what that feels like, at least once.
After this, we'll be using condoms."

Now watching a man fuck his wife at a moderate pace, Randy said,
"Experience it once with me, then."

Jerome interjected, "This may be a bad time to bring this subject
up, Randy, but you need to know this. Women love guys like you -
sweet, sensitive, thoughtful, loving. They marry guys like you,
and they are happy in marriages to guys like you, but they look
to other types for kid making. Women are driven by a primal drive
to seek the very best genetic mate they can get when they produce
offspring - the alpha male - leader of the pack - the lead bull.
They look for the signs of virility - build, muscles, and a cock
and balls that reflect virility. Ten to one this Roger Sweeney is
the alpha male of her senior class."

"He thinks he is."

Candy said, "He is and Randy knows it. You are right-on again,
Jerome. I want to hear more."

"I predict, and I am rarely wrong - endowed as you are, Randy,
she will keep you in rubbers while Roger fathers all of your
kids, Roger or some other alpha male."

Candy slapped the mattress and cried out, "This is
un-fucking-real! I don't believe this shit! You not only know
women, and know me, you know my fucking fantasies."

"It's no trick or trade secret, Candy, and you fit the mold of a
single-lipped, gutsy peach married to a tiny-nutted sweet guy."

The tiny-nutted sweet guy said, "Thanks a lot, big dick."

Candy said, "Oh, stop it, Randy. You are a tiny-nutted sweet guy,
and your little dick belongs in a rubber. I'm sorry if that
hurts, but you should not be allowed to pass on tiny-nutted
genes."

Jerome said, "She's right about that. If we were living in a
state of nature, you would never get any pussy. Today, we have
rubbers so guys like you can get some pussy. Be thankful for that
instead of cursing guys with big dicks."

Candy said, "Yes, be thankful for your rubbers, but understand
this. No way will I ever put a rubber on Roger's cock. If he has
one on, I'll remove it. If he tries to put one on, I'll stop him.
[looking to Jerome] In my fantasies, I always beg for Roger's
cum. I plan to beg when I get back."

Randy said, "Candy, make Jerome put on a condom. We'll talk about
Roger later, but Jerome is about to fuck-up our lives righ now.
If you have to know what it feels like to have a dick cum inside
your pussy, I'll show you. I don't care what he says, I am the
only man who has the right to cum inside your pussy. As your
husband, I make all of your babies. No man should have to raise
some other man's bastard."

Candy spoke while watching herself get fucked at a moderate pace,
saying, "No. He won't wear them; you will. I have the right to
decide who cums in my pussy and who makes babies in my womb. You
have the right to raise whatever comes out or get a divorce. If
you stay with me, I guarantee that Roger Sweeney's bastards will
come out of this pussy and they will all call you, Daddy. Now,
Jerome and I are going to do this the right way and go all the
way. If you don't want to see this, go out on the balcony and
enjoy the view. I'll tell you when it's all over. If you want to
watch, just watch. I am going to let Jerome fuck me and cum
inside my pussy. That's all there is to it. So stop
interrupting."

Randy folded his arms and stood staring in silence. Jerome caught
Candy's eye and said, "A deflowered virgin always gets a kiss. Do
you want yours?"

Candy struggled to her stiff arms saying, "Yes, I want my kiss."

Jerome took her in his arms and gave her a passionate kiss which
she eagerly responded to with passion of her own while he slowly
sawed the log and her legs wrapped around his ass. That kiss went
on and on and was harder for Randy to take than watching them
fuck. That kiss really showed how much Candy liked him. That was
a kiss of infatuation, lust, and longing, the kind he wanted from
her instead of her I-love-you kisses, which were nice and sweet
but lacked lust and passion which looked really neat. Randy
didn't know what he envied more, the fucking, the kissing, or the
cock. That was a tough cock to compete with both in length,
thickness, form, and function. That really was a great dick.
Randy could hardly blame Candy for wanting it so much.

Randy couldn't blame Jerome for wanting Candy so much. What was
not to want. He had to hand it to the guy. He was smooth, bold,
cunning, slick, and he was hard not to like. He was easy to
admire once Randy got over the shock of what he did and was
doing. Watching them fuck and make-out like that was pretty neat
in a kinky sort of way. Here he was the husband forced to watch
another man make love to his bride of just a few hours and he
hadn't even had her yet. Not only that, Jerome and all other
alpha males would get to cum in her pussy while the husband had
to wear condoms. For some reason, that made his dick hard, and
now Jerome was taking off her clothing and she was helping.

Now, Randy would get to see her tits. He had felt them and had
peered inside the cups in dim light. Now, not only would he see
them in good light, he'd see her totally naked. They got the
skirt and top off. Only the bra remained, but Candy quickly shed
that, then got back on her stiff arms to proudly offer Jerome her
bare chest, which he took in both hands, then sucked on those
tits. He licked and sucked all over her chest while she offered
one breast then the other. She was rightly proud of those tits
and thrilled with the way Jerome went after them. Randy hadn't
even sucked on those tits that she so freely surrendered to
Jerome.

She offered him pussy the same way, once again giving him the
widest spread she could make. His thrusts now jarred her body and
big, hairy balls banging against her ass brought on her first
orgasm, making her fall back and grip her inner thighs. When her
orgasm hit full force, she flailed her head and cried out in
passion, "Yes, fuck me, Jerome, fuck me! Oh god, yes! Cum in my
pussy! Cum in my cunt. Fill me with cum!"

He didn't look like he had an orgasm. After hers died down, he
laid over her and they kissed with great passion as she wrapped
her legs around him and clung tightly, grinding her loins against
his loins. Randy had to reach inside his pants and rub his aching
dick. They would never notice. He didn't exist. They didn't care
what he did or what he saw. Candy held nothing back because her
husband was there, right there, overlooking everything she did
with that man. Randy would not have expected that from Candy in a
million years, not as much as they loved each other. Now, it
looked like it was all over between them, over before it even got
started. How was that possible? How can anybody switch that
easily?

When the kiss ended and Jerome stood up straight on his knees,
Candy got up on her elbows to look into her crotch, watching him
fuck slow and deep in a very sloppy twat. She said, "Did you cum?
I didn't feel anything."

"No, not yet. When I cum, you'll feel it. I just had an idea. You
agree to let me break you in, right."

"Yes."

"I was thinking. We should do it in two stages. We could go to my
place and do this right - silk sheets, marital aids, get naked
and fuck properly. I have a great condo down on the beach. I live
alone and my place is free. This room costs seven-hundred. There
is a three day minimum."

"Sounds great!"

Randy figured this was it, bye bye Candy, so long Randy, but
Jerome looked to him and said, "You are more than welcome to come
along, Randy. Come and stay as long as you like. Me casa es su
casa, buddy."

Candy eagerly said, "Let's do, Randy! Please! Pretty please."

Randy didn't want to appear too eager but was greatly relieved
that their marriage wasn't over. The decision was his. If the
marriage was over, there would be no decision except what flight
to take back with his tail between his legs. Buddy. He called me
a buddy. Randy thought then said, "I suppose so."

Jerome said, "Great. I'm off duty, now. We can all go in my car.
[to Candy] I'm ready when you are."

"Don't you want to cum?"

"Not if that ends my break-in period."

Candy looked to Randy, and said, "Would that end it?"

Randy thought then said, "Yes. He can't keep on cumming in you,
Candy, or you will get pregnant. Remember, he won't use condoms.
He shouldn't even get a break, but I'll go along with that. I'll
do that for a buddy."

Candy looked to Jerome and said, "I guess I'm ready, then, but I
sure am going to miss your dick in my pussy. You really do have a
great dick, Jerome. I suppose you hear that a lot."

"Not enough. I'm glad you like it. My dick sure loves being in
your pussy, and you have a great set of tits on you, girl."

"Really, I was hoping you'd like them. They are kinda small,
though, don't you think?"

"They are perfect for your build, and they are beautiful."

"Thanks. I love the way you suck on them. Would you like to suck
on them some more before we go?"

Randy interjected, "I would."

Candy ignored Randy and fed her tits to Jerome one after the
other until he had his fill and eased his cock out. When Jerome
gave way, Randy went in for a suck but wiped the slobber off
first. That upset Candy who brushed him away just before he got
to the nipple saying, "If your buddy's slobber isn't good enough
for you, wait until after I shower. What did you do with my
panties?"

                                * * *
                               
Jerome lived in a high-rise condo on the twenty-fifth floor.
Before they entered, he addressed Randy, saying, "Let's get one
thing straight so there are no misunderstandings between us. You
are entering my home as my guest. If you object to anything you
see or hear, keep it to yourself. While we are on my turf, your
wife is my girl. You don't touch my girl; you don't kiss my girl;
and I don't want to see any lovie dovie shit going on between
you. Make yourself at home. Watch anything. Jackoff if you like,
but Candy is mine while you stay here, and you two can stay as
long as you like under those terms, no charge. You don't need to
decide now, but as long as you stay, those are the rules,
understood?"

Candy agreed; Randy nodded; they entered.

Jerome went to the fridge to get everyone a beer while telling
Randy to strip his wife. Candy thought that was cool, telling her
husband to strip her for him. Randy did too, but acted put out
while he set about that pleasant chore. Jerome returned with beer
as Randy was slipping panties down Candy's legs, the last item.
Jerome leaned down and sucked a tittie while Candy stood giggling
at the situation, then saying, "I can't believe this is my
wedding day, and I already have a date to fuck my dream cock and
a grown man lover with my husband taking off my panties forhim."

While working the panties off her foot, Randy said, "You can't
believe it! I'm the one on my knees taking my wife's panties off
for another guy."

"While you're down there, you should kiss my pussy before the
other guy cums in it."

After making her naked for Jerome, he kissed her pussy to make
her fantasy wedding day complete, then went out on another
balcony for another view, a beach view as the sun was setting.
Inside, Jerome took her in a one-armed embrace, kissed her, then
said, "So, you like a hubby who serves your alpha male lover, do
you?"

"Yes, and he didn't even whimper."

"I've got a better one for you."

"What?"

"If you end up staying for the duration of your honeymoon, I'll
get you pregnant, and your husband will watch me do it while he
jacks off."

"Ohhh, that is wicked."

"Don't you like being wicked?"

"Having a lover on my honeymoon is neat. Having my husband watch
me love on my lover is neat. Giving my lover all the pussy he
wants while my husband gets none is neat. Not even letting him
suck on a nipple when I knew he was dying to was neat. I can't
wait for you to cum in my pussy. That will be really neat because
he knows he can't. If all that is wicked, I must like being
wicked. I have to be honest, though. I won't give Randy any
bastards if I know I am carrying a bastard. I'll get an abortion.
He is sure I would never get an abortion because I am opposed to
abortion. I am also opposed to alcohol, but hand me a beer and
see what I do."

"You get off on tormenting him. What gives?"

"I love watching him sweat and seeing how much he loves me. He
must love it. I have been torturing him for four years. You saw
how he is. He never once threatened divorce. I love him, Jerome,
I really do love him, but I love seeing proof of how much he
loves and wants me. I'm wicked that way. I would have fucked him
a long time ago, but I liked making him wait while jacking him
off better. Giving you my cherry and letting you fuck me without
a condom, you have no idea what that did to him. I didn't think I
could be that cruel and heartless, but I fucking loved it. I
can't wait to do the second half. You haven't seen cruel and
heartless yet, but don't ever think I don't love him or he
doesn't love me. We have a perfect love, and we understand it
perfectly."

"Then let's make a baby together."

"I'll stay until he makes me leave, and I'll be pissed if he
makes me leave. If I'm pissed, he won't get any pussy, not even a
nipple to suck on all through the honeymoon. He is getting
nothing no matter what he does, so he may as well stay here and
get used to watching me and my lover make a baby. Is that wicked
enough for you?"

"You just made my dick hard."

"Let me see. Show me and I'll suck it for you."

As he freed his dick, she dropped to her knees. Randy re-entered
and moved to the side for the view of his wife sucking another
man's cock when he was sure she never sucked a cock in her life.
That was wicked and made his dick hard. For a beginner, she was
damn good. She certainly loved sucking cock with a husband
watching.

She sucked for a while, then licked all over and kissed the
balls. She licked her way back up, but before she took him in her
mouth again, she looked to Randy and said, "Do you like my
lover's cock and balls, Randy? I sure do. This is a great cock
for a wife on her wedding day, and look at these big balls. These
balls are just full of potent sperm for your wife's pussy. My
lover can cum inside my pussy all he wants to. I want your sperm
inside a rubber, which you will drop into the toilet and flush.
Now, watch me suck this gorgeous, yummy cock."

That sounded mean and cruel, but Randy got a charge out of Candy
talking to him that way. He could never explain that but knew she
still loved him, wanted to be with him, and said those things to
turn her lover on. Jerome did like being treated like the alpha
male and was a lot like Sweeney in that regard. Sweeney's big
thing was making lesser males suck his cock to keep him from
going after their girls. Randy could tell Candy exactly how much
cum came out of Sweeney's balls - a lot. He could but never did,
and was thankful that Sweeney didn't want anyone to know that he
let lesser males suck him off. Word surely would have gotten back
to her by now, and he certainly would have heard from her. He
could show her a thing or two about sucking big dicks. You gotta
relax the throat to get over the gag reflex, or it'll never go
down so you can press your lips to the groin and lick the balls.

Randy had the strongest impulse to tap Candy and go, "Here, let
me show you how to suck an alpha male."

There must have been something in the way Randy looked at that
half-assed blowjob that tipped Jerome off, because Jerome said,
"Let hubby have a go at it."

Candy came off the dick wearing a wicked smile, stood, still
holding the dick, and addressed Randy, saying, "Kneel and suck my
lover's cock for him, and suck his cock like a queer would."

Randy went to his knees and opened his mouth to let Candy put the
dick in, but couldn't decide whether to show his amazing skill.
While debating, he sucked with Candy jacking, so excited that
Randy would actually put another man's cock in his mouth, much
less suck on it. Jerome ended the debate by taking Randy by the
head and pulling gently. The dick slid easily into his throat and
lips pushed Candy's fingers out of the way as she watched in
amazement. Candy dropped to her knees to watch the lips go into
the pubic hair. She almost pissed herself when she saw his tongue
come out and lick at the balls. She cried, "OH FUCK!"

Oh fuck was an understatement. Jerome took his hands away and
Randy stayed down there until he had to come up for air, then
went right back down again. Candy just could not believe her
eyes. Jerome had been deep-throat cock sucked before. He just
smiled at her awed expression. Nothing in her life prepared her
for this sight. She didn't know what to say or do except watch -
and play with her pussy.

Jerome had to stop Randy after five minutes, that or cum in his
gullet, but that load was for his wife. He pushed Randy's head
gently off, thanked him, then took Candy by the hand, pulling her
to her feet and leading her toward the bedroom while she kept
looking back at her kneeling spouse to make sure that was really
him. It looked like him.

Jerome threw off the bedding to expose the black satin sheet,
then laid Candy out on it and took off his clothes. She got up on
her elbows to watch and said, "How'd he do that?"

Randy entered the room and heard that question. He stood near
Jerome, waiting to be told where he could stand or sit, also
waiting to hear Jerome's answer, which was, "He opened his mouth
and I shoved my cock down his throat - that's how."

"Why didn't you shove your cock down my throat?"

"You're my lady. That's no way to treat a lady, but that is how
an alpha male treats a hubby. Any objection?"

That was a good answer. Now Randy wanted to hear Candy's
response. She looked to Randy, smiled big at Jerome, and said,
"No, none. Treat him any way you want to. You're the alpha male.
This is your turf. I am your lady, and we are staying on your
turf until we have to board a plane. If you'll see us off, Randy
won't touch me until we are airborne, not even when you are at
work. He won't lay a finger on your lady. I swear he won't. If he
does, I'll tell. You'll probably fuck him in the ass, wouldn't
you?"

"No, but my neighbor across the hall would love to. Carlos is a
jet black Cuban who calls me, Shrimp. There is nothing he likes
more than fucking a southern white boy in the ass and making him
squeal like a pig."

"Wow, he calls you, shrimp. He must have really big balls."

"Put your two fists together...now put an inch gap between
them...okay, those are the balls of Carlos if you can picture
them black. His dick makes his balls look small."

"Oh wow...Randy, don't touch me."

"Don't worry. You just stay away from me. No accidents."

Jerome said, "Pull up a chair, Randy. Make yourself comfortable,
and don't worry about accidents. You know what I mean about not
touching her. I think we have a clear understanding. You know
whose woman she is, don't you?"

"Yes, she's your woman."

"That's right, and I'll have you clean my woman with your tongue.
You will be touching her, but only at my direction. Understood?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Good, then we'll get along just fine. Just don't ever forget
your place, and when I tell you to lick my balls, you know how I
want that done, don't you?"

"Yes, with your cock down my throat."

"But from now on, you shove your throat down on my cock, and you
do the same for Carlos. You better make that nigger cum or you
may get that cock up your ass. If you need a better reason, you
get his cum in you or his cum may wind up in your wife's womb.
Carlos can have any woman I've got. I work days; he works nights.
When I leave for work, I am handing her over to Carlos. You had
better turn flaming faggot in the daytime, unless you want a
little nigger baby calling you, Daddy."

Randy was white as a sheet with his mouth agape, and Candy wasn't
much darker with a mouth less open. Recall, these kids are from
Alabama with a banjo on their knees. Jerome crawled onto the bed
and parted Candy's knees, then parted her pussy lips with his
cock, then sank in to press his balls to her ass. That got her
mind off being a black man's whore during the day. Then she
remembered how big Carlos' balls were and wondered how balls that
big would feel against her lilly-white ass. She wondered how much
hell she would endure to experience that ecstasy. Years of
prejudice dissolved in minutes.

After a few minutes of pleasant fucking, Candy said, "When you
hand me over to Carlos, will I be naked, and will you tell him he
can fuck me if he wants to?"

Jerome held in the smile and said, "Yes, you'll be naked with a
shaved pussy. No, I will not tell him he can fuck you. Carlos is
an alpha alpha male who fucks who and when he wants to fuck.
Don't you even think about telling Carlos what he can or cannot
fuck, or what he can or cannot cum in. He will be very slow and
gentle with you unless you piss him off. You be just as sweet as
you can be to Carlos. When his balls get close to your ass, you
pucker-up your asshole and you kiss those balls. Do you hearme?"

"Yes, I'll be as sweet as I can be. I'll make you proud of me,
Jerome. I'll be a whore for him. I'm serious, just like a whore
if that's what you want me to be."

"Just see that Carlos is happy. That will make me proud. That
will also keep hubby from getting hurt. If Carlos has a sweet
thing like you being sweet to him, he won't want to be fucking no
white boy's ass."

"I'll save him. I don't want him hurt, either, but I wouldn't
mind seeing him suck a nigger if he can suck Carlos like he sucks
you."

"Carlos will do anything that pleases you, sweetheart, so just
tell him what you'd like to see. He'll have your hubby nursing on
a nigger all day long when he's not fucking you, and if hubby
thinks I make a mess in a wife, he hasn't seen a mess. Carlos can
flat make a mess."

"Ummm, yes, and I can't wait to see hubby clean it all up. You
two alpha studs will keep him full of cum, won't you?"

"Say the word and that's all he'll get to eat, and he'll put on
weight over his two-week honeymoon."

"I'm saying the word, then. Fatten him up for me. While you're at
it, fatten me up for him."

"Odds are, that bastard will come out black."

"I don't care what color it is, as long as it is an alpha
bastard."

Jerome hauled off and pumped that excited little bitch full of
cum, made her cum, then made Randy eat it, which made her cum
twice more, which made Randy cum in his pants, which made them
laugh at his little wet spot. Candy made him show his little
weenie and his pathetic little nuts, which made them laugh and
made his weenie get hard. She made him jackoff and they laughed
at him doing that, which made him cum, so she had him eat it to
help fatten him up. After that, things got progressively worse.

Carlos made things much worse and was twice the mass of Jerome.
Candy went through pure hell to achieve ecstasy. Her ecstasy was
Randy's agony. He had to eat it. He ate like he wanted to keep
her from getting pregnant. Damned if he didn't put on weight.

At the airport, Randy felt bloated and Candy sucked air when she
walked. As honeymoons go, this one really sucked, but they saved
a bundle, more than enough to cover an abortion. Randy's first
solid food in two weeks was airline food, but he loved it and ate
what she didn't eat of hers. After he finished off everything,
Candy took his arm and hugged it, rested her head on his
shoulder, and said, "Thank you, Randy. I needed that. I can be a
faithful wife, now. I'll cancel that date with Roger if you want
me to."

He thought for a moment, then said, "No, you made him a promise.
If you welch on your promise, he'll take it out on my ass. You
give Roger anything he wants. If you have to make him more
promises, I'll raise whatever comes out - on one condition."

She looked to him, smiling, and said, "What's that?"

"Abort whatever it is you are carrying."

"You gotta deal - on one condition."

"What's that?"

"You clean up the messes and don't whine about wearing rubbers."

"Honey, I can't fuck that tunnel of love you call a pussy."

"Okay, then don't whine about that."

"Fair enough....So, what did you think of Miami?"

"I can't say much for their hospitality, but the food was good,
don't you think."

He smiled, rubbed his belly, and said, "Yes, but it sure is
rich."

She placed her hand on his belly and said, "Yes, that Cuban food
is what put the pounds on you. I need to put you on a strict
Sweeney diet."

"The Sweeney weenie diet?"

She laughed and said, "Yes, you need lots of lean white meat,
good hubby food."

He hugged her. They were still a cute couple.

                             The End
                            
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