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Violation: Humiliation: Liberation (c) Hamilton Joyce.  MF.  nc.

   In fact her violation, my humiliation, our liberation!

   It had started that evening in Sao Mortella and was life changing for
both Judi and me.

   Sao Mortella was, and still is, an almost unknown tropical resort,
unknown outside Portugal that is.  Until quite recently it was one of their
colonial possessions, one of the last.  I suppose the main reason it's
unknown is it only has one hotel and so is not on the tour companies'
lists, has an extremely dodgy government, and is bloody expensive, added to
which none of the budget airlines route there.  We only found out about it
because Judi's colleague and friend Felicity had been there with her
Portuguese boyfriend and recommended it.  We would have been put off by the
Portuguese language had Felicity not said the whole hotel staff had
English, and most of the few shops and tourist spots did too, or French.

   We did not mind it being expensive if it really was 5-star: I'm a City
broker, and Judi is a corporate lawyer.

   It was our first night, having arrived mid-afternoon.

   Judi looked stunning, braving the tropical night in an off-the-shoulder
black silk dress that did full justice to her lovely if small breasts and
her willowy figure.  It was ankle length (advised for the resort where the
mosquitoes were said to go for the ankles!): her perfume was lemon...  the
scent of the anti-insect spray, and my scent too for the same reason.  Made
a change from Guelain and was not un-sexy!  Judi always looks sexy but
although she tolerates our bedroom frolics she is not the most
demonstrative love-partner I have known.  Mostly there was some reason for
avoiding sex and even when we did fuck I always felt she was holding
something back.  Oral was off the menu, and I never dared even suggest
anal! Yes!  She came, but with something less than complete abandon.  That
did not stop her being the apple of my eye.

   We had finished dinner...  superlative sea-food platter....  got through
two bottles of bubbly, and were outside on the terrace waiting for her
madeira and my brandy.  I was looking forward to the post-prandial drink
and even more to having that dress off her very soon....

   "You know what I would like, sweetest?"

   She laughed, like me slightly drunk.

   "I can guess.  You've got that look in your eye.  We'll see how I feel
later."

   "That, yes!" I was fairly confident my cock would be in her elegant
pussy tonight thanks mostly to the champagne and the romantic tropical
setting.  "But I was thinking a line of cristy to go with the brandy.  We
would at home..."

   "Tough shit, Cedric!  You'll have to make do with brandy."

   But the waiter must have overheard as he hovered behind us with his
silver tray and two glasses.

   He was a huge man, coal black, and looked as if his six foot six height
and I guessed eighteen stone was all bone and muscle...  no flab: his
dinner jacket was immaculate as was his white dress shirt.  I had to admit
that the tuxedo looked especially good on his heavy weight boxer's frame.
They was a sort of grave dignity about the man, a reserve of inner power
perhaps, as he placed the tray on our table and smiled a white-toothed grin
in the semi darkness of the terrace.  I could make out the name on his
lapel badge 'Estevo'.

   "You want cristy, sir?  That is no problem."

   "You have it, Estevo?"

   "No.  But call this number and say Estevo gave it you."



   It was as easy as that.  Judi had her phone on roaming for both of us,
and we were given an address that I wrote down.  In the morning the hotel
got us a taxi, and Judi waited in it while I spoke with the guy in
sweat-shirt and shorts who came out of the bar we were parked opposite at
the appointed time.  I did the deal, and because it was so cheap bought
enough to last the two of us the full fortnight.  Then it was back to the
hotel, and our beach-front chalet.

   Judi had looked so sexy all morning with her cropped top over-tight
little denim-blue shorts.  The triangle of her pubes beneath the thin denim
was very suggestive, hiding little of her pussy, to be honest.  I'm sure I
was not the only one who could make out the ghost of a crease down the
centre of the 'v', two ridges in the blue fabric delineating her plump
cunt-lips, and as we had crossed the hotel lobby for the taxi all male and
some female eyes were on her.  I was the only one, however, of the admirers
who knew her pussy was nearly naked of hair, just a little square of fine
blonde hair above the base of her belly, drawing the eye down to the pretty
pussy below.  We had both used the toning lounge to prepare for a tropical
holiday, and she had gone that fantastic golden-bronze blondes achieve. 
With her shoulder-length blonde hair, boyish hips, and tiny waist, and most
of all those long, slender, tanned legs in their high-heeled slippers she
looked a million dollars.  I love her tanned body, and prefer small, firm,
pert breasts to more luscious pendulous ones.  I also knew from occasional
glimpses Judi's breasts were almost as tanned as her shoulders, like her
cute bottom.  No tan lines on Judi!  Or me, come to that!

   Back at our beach chalet Judi kicked off her high-heeled shoes and
stretched out on the sofa while I poured drinks and prepared two lines of
cristy.  We did the drug, and were standing on the polished floor kissing
and caressing, whispering, very loving (we had only been married a year!) I
remember feeling her breasts pressing onto my chest, and the feel of her
firm buttocks under my palms as we played the game of tongues.  I was sure
she would allow me this night, She had just reached between us to feel my
cock When.....

   There was a crash.  The door was kicked open.  In a moment we were
surrounded by five men in military khaki...  four of them pointing
automatic rifles at us.  The fifth had sergeant stripes on his arm and was
holding a long, shiny, steel knife.  I was pushed back and tripped so I
fell on the sofa and the sergeant, towering over Judi, had her gripped with
one arm around her pulling her back onto him.

   They were all black men, all tough looking.

   "The crystal meth.  Where is it?!"

   Shit!  They knew!  It was a set-up!  No use denying it!  Try it, though!

   The bastard had his hand on Judi's right tit, cupping it through the
black silk.

   I jumped up, "Take your hand off my wife!"

   No reply, but a sudden blow on the side of my head.  One of the soldiers
had clubbed me with the stock of his Kalashnikov.  I fell back on the sofa,
momentarily dazed.

   The hand with the knife was now around her too, the point nearly
touching her slender neck.  I could see his other hand actually squeezing
her breast through the silk dress, feeling that firmness I lusted after. 
My precious pert breasts!  My wife's!  Mine!

   "Tell him, Cedric.  It'll only make it worse if you deny it..."

   I was silent, rage and fear competing in my mind.  So she answered.

   "It's in my handbag over there..."

   "Goncalvo!"

   A soldier took the bag and emptied all the contents onto the floor,
kicking them about a bit with a worn brown army-boot.  The little polythene
bag was obvious.  He picked it up and threw it onto the table.

   "Your woman has more sense than you Mr Cedric.  But now you are in big
trouble Mr Cedric." There was something mocking in his repetition of my
so-anglo-saxon name.  "That's evidence!  You know the penalty for dealing
drugs."

   "I'm not dealing."

   "Enough here to prove you dealing: more than user quantity in our law.
Big trouble.  You know penalty for dealing in Sao Martello?  No?  Is ten
years or death, depend on judge." He paused and grinned, white teeth like
Estevo's contrast with his coal black face.  A sinister grin.  "And whether
you co-operate with arresting officer."

   His English was too good!  I realised he had done this before, that he
had a script....

   "First you stand up.  Now undress."

   "What..."

   "Undress.  Co-operate."

   He had a hand actually down inside Judi's dress and I could see the
outline of his fat fingers in the black silk as he pawed her.  Why did he
want me naked?  Was it to humiliate the white man?

   I jumped up from the sofa.  "Get your hand out of there!"

   I was rewarded with another blow from the butt of a gun, the other side
of my head.  I had enough presence of mind to stay standing.

   "You want to be shot resisting arrest?  Jaime!"

   Another soldier, Jaime I assume, pointed his gun at me scarcely a foot
from my head: I heard the click of a safety so I gave in, took off my
shirt, then my shoes, then my trousers and stood there in my boxer shorts.

   "All!"

   "Do what he says, Cedric.  Please!  I think he means it.  Doesn't matter
him groping me: I'm a big girl!  Please, Cedric!"

   My guess was right.  He wanted to humiliate me.  I dropped my shorts and
stood there naked.  My cock had shrunk tiny with the terror of the
situation...

   I saw him place his knife against the bare, tanned flesh of Judi's
mid-riff, left tantalisingly bare by her cropped top.  The blade was cold
against her warm, tanned flesh and I heard her gasp and for a moment
thought some ghastly terrorist horror was about to be perpetrated.  But he
turned the shiny blade flat and slipped it up under her top.  Then with a
sudden jerk he ripped the cotton from hem to neck and it fell open to
reveal Judi's new black bra, the lingerie she had bought especially to
tease me this vacation.  My wife!  My lingerie treat!

   I watched with horror and impotent indignation as there was a low
whistle of appreciation from one of the soldiers, and the others took a
step forward to admire those lovely breasts, and the nipples so strongly
outlined beneath the flimsy silk lace tracery.

   The sergeant now had his hand on her bra cup.

   He was still holding the knife, restraining her by pulling her back onto
his burly body.  He traced a circle on her naked torso with the point of
the knife, not enough pressure to draw blood, but enough to make her press
back even harder against him.  I wondered if she could feel his penis: I
was certain the monster would have a hard on.  All his soldiers had, their
cheap, thin uniforms tented out at the crotch.

   I watched in horror.  Was he going to murder her?

   "No!" I shouted.

   The Jaime soldier just gave me a shove, and I fell back onto the sofa.

   The sergeant laughed, and slipped the blade up between her tits, turned
it outwards and cut through the lace between the bra cups. 
Off-the-shoulder, with no shoulder straps, the bra fell to Judi's feet and
showed the bullies her matchless breasts, so perfectly rounded and firm,
aureoles pink, and pink too the nipples.  Strangely, the nipples were
erect. Must be a response to terror, I thought with a sudden tenderness.  I
could have wept for her, but did not dare.  Her blonde hair fell to her
shoulders, her blue eyes had a strange look in them that I again registered
as fear: and I felt so helpless.  She was so lovely, so defenceless, and I
who should be defending her was sitting naked watching her humiliation.

   Worse was to come.  None too gently he turned her round, dropped the
knife to the floor where the point stuck in the wood and it vibrated a
moment, and pressed his lips to hers.  She tried to turn her head but he
insisted, and I just knew he was sticking his tongue in her mouth.  Her
back to me now I could see his huge, black hands cupping her buttocks,
kneading and pressing as she was forced to accept his lips, his tongue in
her mouth.  And now....  his hands down inside the waistband of those
too-sexy hot-pants, feeling the satin of her panties, and the firmness of
that cute bottom .  My wife's butt!  Mine!

   His hand again outside her shorts, feeling down between her legs,
feeling her pussy through the fabric.

   He held her away from him at arms length and with a hand on each tanned,
slender shoulder whispered to her.  But not so I could not hear.....

   "Damp, little sister.  You got the hots for this big, black guy.  Real
man always gets the juices flowing.  You better get those shorts off before
you stain them, sweetie." He squeezed her right tit so hard that I winced,
watching.  I might be suffering humiliation but hers had added pain I
thought.  My poor, sweet darling, with her innocent little-girl view of
sex, the main purpose of which for her was to do the duty of making babies,
other little Christians.  That convent she was educated in had a lot to
answer for, leading to her rationing me, at most once a month when she was
ovulating.  Never recreational sex even when drunk or stoned!  And here she
was having to submit to this beast's lust.  My heart went out to her, at
the same time as all these other thoughts passed through my mind.

   She was pushed right up against him, and to support herself had her arms
around his stocky body.

   "Now!"

   She seemed not to hesitate,leaned away from his body for a moment, and I
watched her lovely arse as she wriggled to get the tight fabric over her
hips, and then the lovely curve of her buttocks as she bent to remove them
completely.  The black lace stretched over her cute bottom, her natural
beauty enhanced by the contrasting black of the satin, gold of her body. 
Naked now except for those matching panties, sexy black satin smooth across
her rounded buttocks but crumpled and creased against her pussy lips where
she had been accused of being wet with arousal.  I knew that could not be
true: it was difficult to get Judi aroused at the best of times.
I knew the panel at the front was almost transparent black silk, her
pudenda hidden only by a few delicate lace traceries of ferns.  I had not
seen her in them, but had secretly fingered the flimsy lingerie in her
panties drawer.  Now this monster would be feasting his eyes on her near
naked cunt.....  My wife's!  Mine!  Seeing what I had not seen, her pussy

in her new lingerie!  Rage again replaced the compassion I had been feeling

   My rage, I knew, was useless but that did not help.  My humiliation, I
thought, was complete when I saw her leaning onto him in his arms again,
his hands now both of them inside her knickers.  I could see his fingers
through the satin as he slipped a finger between her legs, and I am sure,
onto her naked, hairless pussy.

   She had her arms around his neck.  She didn't have to do that, I
thought. Perhaps she believed it would help make him treat her better,
spare me from the threat of imprisonment or worse.  Perhaps full of cristy
and terrified she was wobbly?

   Perhaps.....  a terrible thought entered my head.  Perhaps she really
was aroused.  I dismissed it.  Disloyal.  And incredible.  She had to have
her arms somewhere.....

   Was she really 'damp' as he claimed or was that his strange sense of
humour?  And why was she raising one leg, bending it as she actually leaned
into him.  I had seen women do that with lovers in romantic films,
musicals...  raising one leg when embracing.  I had never experienced it
for real.  Had he scared her so much?

   "Look at him!  Look at your sorry excuse for a man!"

   She turned her head, looking over her shoulder, still leaning her naked
tits onto his khaki shirt.  There was that strange look in her eye.

   "Tiny cock!  White man little dick.  No use for anything except pissing
weak piss.  Now look at a real man!"

   He pulled at a flap in his flies, and his cock popped out.  She gasped.
I gasped too as he turned them both side on and I could see them in
profile. The man was a monster, his cock at least ten inches long, shaft as
broad as my girl's wrist, knob a great, flaring purple mushroom.

   "Little cock no good for lovely blonde lady.  Need real man, real dick."

   He stuck a great paw down those flimsy panties, pulled at them, and
ripped them waist to crotch.  They fell to her ankles, joining the remnants
of her bra.  He groped her pussy a moment.  "No hair.  That's good.  Hey
boys, look at this!  She's got a little girl cunt to go with her man's
little boy cock!  White girl tight cunt."

   He pulled the knife from the wood block floor and laid the blade against
her pussy.  She flinched at the coldness of the steel against her warm
flesh.  I watched him slide the blade up to her little square of blonde
pubic hair.

   "Shaved!  Nice!  Perhaps I cut the rest."

   He pulled at a tuft of fine hairs between thumb and forefinger and cut
them off with the razor-sharp blade.

   "No.  I leave them.  Too pretty!"

   He dropped the knife to the floor where this time it just clattered
down.

   Her pussy really is pretty with just the little square "landing strip"
and the sight of her naked cunt-lips, especially plump and part open as
they were now, would normally have made me hard instantly, though to be
honest I seldom saw her naked.  She preferred showering alone, and changing
into her night or day things in her own changing room.  Her convent
prudishness made her uncomfortable with her own nakedness, and even more so
when I was there.

   My cock stayed shrivelled as he picked her up so easily, and laid her on
her back on the table, her legs hanging down, her pussy just an inch
forward of the edge.  His cock looked huge as he stood in front of her and
wiped it up and down her crease, mixing his pre-cum with her own
'dampness'. Yes!  My despair was almost complete when I realised she was
indeed 'damp', juices were flowing.  I had never seen her like this,
wetness actually brimming over and running onto her thighs, There was no
doubt.  There could be no doubt now, She was aroused, on heat...I could see
her cleft glistening, and even her clitoris erect, bigger I thought than
usual, her cunt-lips so plump.  Gone the thin, closed lips I was used
to.....

   Surely her vagina could not accept the girth of that huge, black cock? I
was afraid for her.  That purple flaring knob must surely damage her, split
her.  She was narrow, tight.  I knew that.  Even my cock, which was perhaps
a quarter of this giant's width even when fully hard, even my cock felt
tight in her, and sometimes she complained I was hurting her and should cum
as fast as possible.  Often in fact she just wanted her marital duty
finished as quick as possible.  To be honest with myself, it was usually
like that.  But now I watched his massive gluteal muscles clench under the
thin cotton khaki as he forced his knob into her.

   And it went in.  I could see it stretch the inner lips, pull some of the
bright red skin in with it as it penetrated, but penetrate it did!  And
then the shaft, as thick as most wrists.  He pushed until It must have hit
the end.  There would be about two inches still outside, but I guessed his
knob was resting stopped against her cervix.  My four inches had never
reached that!

   She did not protest.  No scream.  No struggle.  My brave little
girl..... Or was it good for her?  I could see her face as her head was
turned on its side, and she was biting her lower lip, with that strange,
concentrated look in her blue eyes.  Not fear.  Not pain.

   He was holding her by her hips, black paws on golden flesh as he pulled
his cock out as far as the knob, and now the black shaft glistened wet,
pulling those inner lips outwards as her cunt was stretched.  But only to
push it in again.  And again, and again.

   He was fucking her now with all the power of his muscular body, and at
the summit of each thrust Judi gave a throaty grunt, half muffled as she
now had her face pressed against his barrel chest.

   He was getting faster and faster, great spearing thrusts, and my wife
started to pant, and then to moan.

   My mind, in free-fall, suddenly reminded me of a porn video I had
accidentally found when browsing on-line.  Half-ashamed, wholly excited I
had watched the girl being brought to orgasm by a handsome blonde guy. 
Never to be forgotten!  Never to be repeated, and certainly sounds never
heard in my own matrimonial bed.  But there was no doubt, none at all! 
These were the moans of a woman in ecstasy: my always inhibited, always
subdued, never expressive wife was enjoying this.  More than that, her
pleasure was uncontrollable.

   I watched her finger nails bite into the back of his khaki shirt as she
pulled him into herself, and then she was shouting, almost screaming.....
but not in pain.  Oh no!

   "Yes.  Oh my God!  Yes!  Like that.  Fill me!  Stretch me.  Yeees!"

   More moans, grunts, and little squeaks, and then "Fuck me, hard! 
Faster! Yes!  Like that!  Shag me you lovely black bastard!  Ram that
lovely cock up me!  Oh my God!  I'm cumming." And then a succession of
grunts, and I could imagine the spasms running through my wife's body as
she came with an orgasm more powerful than any I had ever given her.

   My cock had been hard ever since his knob had first forced past her
vaginal opening, and now I was astounded to feel my own orgasm rising from
my arse, my balls, almost painfully into my cock, and then the streamer of
white cum up over my belly and chest.  I had never before cum without the
stimulus of my hands or Judi's cunt.  Even as a teen, a randy little boy, I
had always needed a physical stimulus as well.  The sight of my wife's cunt
being penetrated by that huge, black cock had stiffened it, and now her
noisy, exuberant orgasm had made it cum!

   But The Sergeant had not cum, and although he slowed down a bit as her
orgasm died away, he still fucked her, cock sliding easily in and out now.
How her vagina must have stretched.....

   She turned her face towards me again and our eyes met.  There was a look
on her face, not of guilt or shame, but perhaps of sorrow.

   "I couldn't help myself, Cedric.  Forgive me!  I couldn't........"

   But he speeded up, and she was off again, moaning and swearing.  This
time I could see her face, and the grimace of pleasure on it, almost ugly.
Her eyes had a sultry, almost dazed look: off in a world of her own she had
forgotten her Cedric, forgotten the Convent teaching, forgotten everything
except the force of this magnificent male and his huge cock, filling her,
stretching her, taking her to a paradise she had never known before.

   Still he had not cum.  And as her orgasm died away he turned her over on
her belly, as lightly as if she was a feather.  His cock had not left her
cunt as he did this, deeply impaled.  I watched his great, black hands paw
her buttocks, pulling them apart.  I could see her swollen cunt lips, open,
red and inflamed, and the tight-shut rosebud anus.  surely he wasn't going
to try to.....  No!  He was content with raping her cunt and holding her
buttocks apart he pushed his knob and shaft up her, easily this time, but
only as far as the cervis: still two inches of black penis outside.

   Judi had ahad enough and shrieked "No!  Please, No!  No more!  That's
enough....Please!"

   But the fucking started again, and the grunts and moans.  of pleasure.
Her mind was sated, but her cunt wanted more and more of this punishing,
hyper-exciting pummelling.

   My cock was still hard while I watched as if hypnotised, horror giving
way to the sort of lust I had felt the only time I watched that
pornographic film.  As he thrust his cock hit her cervix so hard that he
moved her an inch forward on the table.  Each time he pulled back for a new
assault he pulled her back that inch, then another crashing blow and her
sliding on her tits a couple of inches.  Her panting and moans grew louder,
her grunts deeper and more compelling.  I watched his heavy balls, his
hairy black sack swinging loose and crashing against her pussy every time,
and compared them to my tiny little-boy plums.  Sad!

   The soldiers had dropped their guns to the floor, opened their flies,
and were stroking their cocks.  Either this was a nation of males with
gigantic cocks, or The Sergeant had chosen men in his own image for this
special patrol.  My four inches was so puny compared with these
monsters......

   Judi was off again, screaming her pleasure, begging him to fuck her
harder, faster, and finally the screech of joy as she announced "Cumming!
Oh you man, you real man.  Cumming!  Fill me with hot spunk.  Stretch me,
fill me.  Ah!  I can feel it, so sliding, so slippery, so hot, Yeeeees! 
Fuck!  Yeees!"

   I could have told he was cumming even without her running commentary as
I watched each of five even stronger thrusts, even deeper into her, each
moving her further onto the table until at last he was leaning so far over
her that he collapsed on top of her, crushing her under his weight.  He
pulled out of her, his cock now a half-hard length of black hosepipe
dripping and shining wetly in the sunlight.  His cum was dripping out of
her still-open cunt, wetting her thighs and making a pool on the table top
between her legs.

   I realised he must have squirted pints of the stuff, and by the way a
further inch of his cock had penetrated in the final moments lots of it
must have been pumped straight into her cervix.  I realised too, with an
added panic, that she was ovulating or soon to, at her peak fertility.  I
had chosen this fortnight to coincide, both because that was my best chance
of being allowed to fuck her and because we had been trying for a child for
several months, unsuccessfully.

   If the reason was the weakness of her orgasms with me, the weakness of
my fucking because of the size of my cock, not much cum and that delivered
well short of the cervix, low sperm count with my immature balls (compared
with his huge ones), or a combination of all those factors, then it was
highly likely that this vigorous fucking might well have sown the seed of a
baby: a black one!
Not far for the myriads of sperm in those cupfulls of cum to swim to

find an egg.

   Fuck!  I could hardly pass off a black or brown kid as mine!  More
humiliation promised!



   Judi had seemed to have had enough fucking judging by her protests a few
minutes before.  But feeling the spunk gusher deep in her must have given
her a new appetite.  She turned over on her back, opened her legs, bent her
knees, and grinned at the four waiting soldiers, eyes focussed on those
big, black, stiff cocks.

   The Sergeant wiped his cock on my shirt and tucked it back in.

   "See, boys, the little blonde darling wants more real-man cock now she
tasted it!  Give the white girl what she wants: look at those tits, that
pussy, blonde hair.  She sexier than those magazine centrefolds you wank
over." He laughed.  "She better than them!  She real woman, real tits, real
cunt, real arse-hole.  Go for it boys.  Give it her."

   They grouped round her as she lay offering herself on the table.  Her
tits stood shapely and firm as they always did, no sagging here, and her
golden body invited their caresses and lips.  Her cunt was red and
inflamed, lips open and puffy, spunk now dripping over her soft, rounded
thighs.  The last of them flipped open his khaki trousers....  they all
seemed to have a quick release gear....  rapists' special uniforms, I
thought with a melancholy humour.  Out popped a cock to match his
Sergeant's.  She leaned forward to grasp it, finding her fingers would not
go round it completely.  She dropped it and again took up the position that
made her cunt both obvious and available.  She wanted more.  And she said
so.

   "More!  Give me more!"

   My cock was almost painfully stiff, despite my earlier spurts and
despite my humiliation: the sight of my Judi offering herself so willingly,
and the sight of that huge cock were exciting me.  I was surprised it could
arouse me, but had to accept it did, just as Judi was aroused.  Fact!

   So I wanked while I watched as the first two of the four soldiers fucked
her, and while she continued to cum and cum again.  Amazing that my prudish
Judi should suddenly prove herself to be multi-orgasmic.  I counted seven
orgasms for her, noisy and clearly intense....all I could hope is that with
this re-education she would be more willing to let me fuck her in future.
That would be a real recompense for my humiliation (I had by now decided
that nothing would come of the cristy business....  just an excuse for
their R & R!.

   Her cunt must have been stretched by now because as a big, black cock
pistoned in and out it was pumping accumulated cum with each stroke, cum
that formed a white scummy ring round the cock, oozing down over her
thighs, and down towards her anus.

   I had just cum the second time when number two finished.  Judi was more
silent with the third, panting, grunting and I'm sure cumming twice as I
watched her body shake with spasms and her fingers grip tight into the
khaki battledress: but there was no shouting, no obscenities, no more
shrieks of joy: less enthusiastic perhaps?  Perhaps finally she had been
satisfied.

   No chance!

   The fourth was Jaime!  He flipped her over on her belly, tits pressed
onto the table, wet with cum as it was.  Spunk was dibbling out of her cunt
now it was no longer corked by any black knob and to be honest her pussy
was not a pretty sight at all, so red and swollen, scummy spunk-drenched!

   Then The Sergeant stood behind the settee, leaned over and tweaked my
ear, holding it between thumb and forefinger and twisting.  It hurt!

   "Hey!  Mr Cedric, you happy to wank while your woman gets fucked by real
men.  Little cock, little balls, thin cum, and little-boy wank sex.  You
ever fuck your horny bitch in the arse?"

   Jeez!  I had not even been allowed to fuck her doggy-fashion in her
cunt, let alone her arse.  I would not have dared to ask as I knew what the
answer would be..  Sinful!

   My voice was almost a whisper I was so ashamed.  "No."

   "Then watch and learn, whitey.  Jaime always shags them in their arses.
Your tiny cock might do for that....  but I guess too small even for
arse-holes!  Tell you she won't be no virgin when Jaime finishes with her."

   I could see Judi's face, and she did not react to the news that her anus
was about to be violated by a rapist's massive cock....  because Jaime's
was at least as big as his sergeant's.  She had a dazed, far-away look on
her face, and I believe she was not registering much of what was going on,
off in a world that was only aware of cunt and cum.  And tits: she was
fingering a breast under the weight of her body, squeezing and pulling at
the nipple.

   He pulled her back towards him so her legs hung wide open over the edge
of the table, and he squeezed the globes of her arse, her shapely, firm,
almost teenage girl's arse, spreading the buttocks wide so I could see
those puffy, still open cunt-lips and the tight closed pink rose-bud of her
anus as yet unviolated, virgin.

   Surely he would not be able to get that huge, flaring, purple knob past
her tiny little anus, that tight-closed sphincter?  No oil either, but
plenty of cum that had run out of her cunt before she was flipped over on
her stomach and tits.  He spat on his fingers and wet his cock before
pressing it into the cleft of her buttocks, not yet looking to penetrate,
but enjoying mixing his pre-cum with the glistening, cum-soaked cleft.

   I could see Judi's face.  It looked calm though her hair was mussed....
it had been used to move her, to lever her into various positions my the
four who had so far raped her.  Her eyes were closed, and it was almost as
if she slept.....

   If she was sleeping, exhausted, she woke as he positioned that knob and
using the full force of stocky.  muscular build, forced it past the gates
of paradise.  Her eyes opened, no shriek of pain, just a gasp as the shaft
of his cock followed the knob deep into her.  He got it all in....  my
anatomy reminded me the anus had not got a barrier like the female cervix:
an anus could easily accommodate even his ten inches.  It would be the
girth of the cock that might be her problem, split her.

   But it did not.  He rested a moment, his hairy thighs pressed against
her golden bum, his great, dangling ball sack touching, perhaps tickling,
her pussy lips.  Then I could not see her face as he grasped a hand-full of
her blonde hair and pulled her head back so her back arched.  Now, one hand
pulling at her head, the other groping her buttocks, he fucked her.  Slow
at first.  But his speed and power increasing.

   Amazed, I watched as my wife reached a tiny hand under her belly,
sliding it in all that spilt cum till she could find her clit.  I watched
as she diddled her clitoris while Jaime shagged her arse.  I had never seen
her masturbate.....  and never been allowed to touch her there myself.  She
had never before tonight seen me wank either, though tonight she must have
seen it a lot, and me cumming a lot too.  I was stiff again from the moment
Jaime penetrated, and was enjoying the feel of my cock as I rubbed it.

   As she was enjoying her anal rape, her very first!

   How did I know that?  Well, within moments of starting to play with her
pussy she started to move her bum, arching it upwards to meet each slamming
down-stroke.  A few minutes of this and she started what I now knew only to
well was the final build-up to one of her orgasms.  Those grunts,
interspersed with a sort of squeak that became a moan, that moaning which
preceded her magnificent, sustained orgasms.  And there it was, with her
shriek of joy announcing to the world "cumming!  Cumming!  Fuck!  You know
how to fuck a girl.  More!  Harder!  Yes.....  Yes!...  Like that.  Oh
yes!"

   I could see the shocks ripping through her body, toes turning in, legs
tensing, and I guess Jaime could feel her anus pulsing with each spasm.  He
was shagging almost brutally now.

   And it looked to me as if each orgasm merely led to an even greater,
more silent now, just the grunts and squeals but the body arching even
more, shuddering.

   I was wanking hard, but probably I had cum as much as I would tonight.
But it felt good never the less.

   Jaime had not cum!

   Cock still up her arse he flipped her over on her back.  She bent her
legs upwards in a 'v' and he started to fuck her arse missionary position.
I did not know this was possible and watched entranced as he gripped her
tits and ploughed her anus.  She closed her legs round him locking her
ankles in the small of his back and he was looking direct in her eyes as he
squeezed her tits and his hips drove his cock into the arse-hole she had
helpfully bared, indeed raised towards him.  I could see her face again and
there was that look of concentration as she bit her lower lip, so I knew
yet another orgasm was building.  I was right and her knees clenched across
his back, her hands covered his on her tits, pushing them down harder, her
body moved under him as she came.  This time the shouts were real
obscenities, the burden of which is she loved being buggered, loved a huge
cock up her arse, and could feel his hot cum spurting deep inside, filling
her arse with his huge black cock and his hot man-juice.

   He pulled his cock out, picked up the tatters of her black panties,
sniffed them appreciatively, wiped his cock with them and without another
glance at her put his cock away and turned to face his sergeant.

   "The drugs, sir?"

   "Leave it for them, Jaime.  She at least had earned it.



   Judi was laying there inert, and I feared for a moment it had all been
too much for her heart, or something.  But she was breathing all right, as
I established by feeling her breast as it moved up and down.  I was still
hard.  and she was near-unconscious.  I would fuck her!

   Cum was leaking from her cunt still: there must have been pints of it
squirted in there!  So it was no problem getting my cock in.  She lay there
a limp rag doll, lovely tits though which I squeezed and handled as I never
had before, her nipples puffy and stiff.  This was good, and I felt an
uncontrollable orgasm rising.  I tried to stop it but could not.  At least
there was one thing I could do.  This was probably the only chance I would
ever get to fuck Judi's arse: Jaime had left it gaping open, and his spunk
was still running out, white globules stuck around the rim.  I shoved my
four inches in and managed just two thrusts before I came...  too quick,
but I believe my best orgasm ever, before or since.

   She was a mess, in a sort of daze as if drug-stoned.  I wished I could
carry her, but she always was too heavy for me: I'm slightly built, and not
only my cock and balls!  But I managed to get her on her feet and supported
her to the shower where I soaped her down and then unscrewed the shower
head to use it as a douche, washing out all thet cum from her poor, abused
vagina, till the tepid water ran clear.  Her arse-hole had closed tight
again, if a bit puffy and raw looking.  She was no longer leaking Jaime's
and my cum.

   I put the shower head back, switched it to cold, and spayed it over her
tits and belly.  That brought her almost completely round.

   Judi wrapped in a white fluffy towel, me naked, we were laying on the
bed silent a long, long time.
Finally:
" I couldn't help myself, Cedric.  I'm dreadfully sorry.  I know what it
must have been dreadful to be forced to watch me." She paused.  "....and
hear me.  I wouldn't hurt you for anything.  I really am sorry...  I do

love you."

   "I've never seen you like that, Judi....  And those monstrous cocks...."

   "That's what did it, Cedric.  They really filled me...."

   "You always said size didn't matter, Judi."

   "I didn't want to hurt you, and know you're a good, kind man, and a good
husband except for that one thing."

   "You cum when I fuck you...."

   "I pretend.  There I've said it.  I pretend."

   "You've been faking your orgasms.  But, surely some...."

   "All faked, all.  I just wanted it to end each time.  I'm sorry, Cedric.
I do love you but not that way.  And it IS because you're too small.  When
I was a girl I used to dream about being taken by a huge, muscular man with
an immense cock.  That he would force me.  I used to cut pics of
heavyweight boxers out of the sports magazines, and paste them in an
exercise book for looking at with a torch under th bedclothes.  And
whenever I masturbate now, it's always a big, strong, muscular guy, usually
black, and that makes me cum, though not as big as the real thing did."

   "I thought you didn't wank.  I always thought you were under-sexed."

   "Well, I'm not!"

   "I've a confession too.  I found it sexy watching the sergeant fuck you,
and then all the others.  I came twice at least.  Perhaps we should find
big guys to fuck you, Judi!"

   I gave her time to think long and hard, and finally she said one word.

   "Esteve...."

   "OK.  Esteve if you want.Now Let's have some more!"

   I reached for the towel to tear it off her, but she wrapped it tighter
and rolled a few inches further away.  Perhaps I should have tried to rape
her, but I had an idea she would probably humiliate me further by winning
any wrestling match.



   The next morning I awoke before her, and she had rolled out of the
towel, laying on her back her matchlessly pert breasts rising and falling
with tranquil breathing.  Her mound was as prettily rounded as ever, and
her cunt lips were their normal colour again, but slightly puffy.  She
murmured something in her sleep and her hand rested on her pussy.  I
remembered her dreaming of big, muscular, black men and wondered if such
figured in the dream I coukd see and hear.  Jeez!  I was hard!

   I needed a piss though, and managed despite my part erection.

   I decided to get her a coffee and some toast with the honey from the
fridge.

   But no joy!  When I got back she was already dressed again in her retro
cotton night-dress, ankle-length and high-necked, a touch-me-not garment. I
still tried to embrace her....

   "Please, Cedric.  Not today.  I, still very sore from yesterday...."

   In fact we never fucked again.  My two pushes into her arse to unload my
sperm along with Jaime's were my last feeble thrusts ever!



   But not the last time I saw her fucked, not by a long chalk!

   "When do you finish, Esteve?"

   He looked at her, almost teenage-like in her cropped top and silk
mini-skirt, pink trainers.  I imagined his mind mulling it over.  So she
has the hots for more real man fucking: my brother Mario said she was a hot
little piece and her man a weakling.  Worth a try!  "I am finishing in just
five minutes." Just enough time to persuade Modesto to cover for me.

   And so it was back to the chalet where she undressed for him, lovely
scarlet bra and panties, and then a surprise for me as she had shaved even
the last of her pubic hair.  God!  She was so sexy.  Then she undressed
him, slowly, enjoying it, carefully hanging up his clothes, caressing him
as she undid buttons, belt.

   He fucked her with a cock at least as big as The Sergeant's, with the
same effect...  cumming twice on her back her legs around his back, her
arms around his neck, her mouth pressed to his.  Then once on her belly as
he pounded his meat into her pussy from behind.  They came together, him
silently, she noisily.

   Immediately he had her lick his cock and as she lay on top of him for
this he pressed his mouth to her cunt.  I could not see, but was sure he
was nibbling her clitoris and sometimes tonguing her vaginal opening as she
raked her cunt over his nose, lips and chin.  There was as scent of aroused
woman in the air as I jerked my cock, naked myself now, but banished from
the bed to a hard upright chair a few feet away.

   I was amazed to see her accepting oral sex as this had never been on the
agenda....  I could have sucked her well even if my cock was too small for
fucking her as she would wish.  Even more amazing she was managing to suck
his monstrous weapon.  It had been only half-hard when she took it in her
mouth, but now it was at its full length and girth and she was bobbing up
and down on it like the girls in that porn movie.....

   She came before him.

   And when he came she swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed....

   "Hey mister!  Your woman suck good.  Got big mouth for a big cock.  Good
in a woman tight cunt, big mouth.  You lucky guy Mr Small Dick!"

   "Hey sweetie.  You got one more hole.  You like it in the arse."

   "Please Esteve.  Please!"

   And she came twice more, noisily, while I wanked and came once.

   Over the next two weeks she must have had a couple of dozen studs while
I watched and wanked.  I still found it just as exciting to see her
stripped and penetrated in cunt, arse or mouth, just occasionally between
her her tits, really too small for that but there;'s no accounting for
taste.  I no longer bothered to try to get sex of any sort with her.

   Each day she cruised the beach or the main street bars and cafes with
me, dressed to attract, and seeking out well built studs.  She found plenty
to take back to our chalet, which, frankly now smelled of cum and hot cunt
so much spunk and cunt-juice had been spilled there.

   The morning of the last day she returned to her first loves, and had the
Ranger Platoon, all four of them and their Sergeant.

   Afterwards as she dressed....  she allowed me to watch as she stripped
or was stripped ready for sex and when she dressed after.  I was still not
allowed to see her naked in my bed when we were alone, or see her in the
shower....  As she dressed she dropped the bomb-shell.

   "We have to separate, Cedric, It is just not fair on you.  I like you a
lot, but not that way: I really don't want sex with you.  Friends we could
be, but not lovers, man and wife."

   "I could live with that, Judi.  I really love watching you cum in the
arms of a real handsome, beefy stud.  I really do.  I could really live
with that."

   "But I can't, Cedric.  It has to be a divorce: in the States preferably,
with mutual consent and immediate."

   She bought two large suitcases at Gatwick Airport loaded them up as soon
as we got back to the flat, and left in a taxi.

   That was the last I ever heard of Judi: The divorce was finalised within
a month and she was not at all demanding of car, flat or anything....  she
always did earn more than me!  I hope she is happy and has found a
heavyweight boxer, or a team of Linebackers, or whatever she needs to feed
that new, voracious sexual appetite.

   AS for me, I abstained for six months and then went on a trip to South
East Asia, coming back with a new wife, Kim.  Kim is a tiny, doll-like
girl, still in her teens, with a perfect figure in miniature, tits so
shapely and firm, a tiny waist and a bum to die for.  She was a virgin and
innocent but I have gently taught her to love all sex, including oral and
anal, and playful bondage and pretend S&M.  She has learned English and is
clearly very intelligent as well as being beautiful.  We sometimes swing
(there is a good club and I get some ace pussy in return for lending my
tiny, tight-cunted, tight-arsed, trained-mouth new wife: she tries to avoid
guys with large cocks, (or use her educated mouth and hands on them).  But
mostly we just enjoy sex with each other.  My cock is ok for her tiny
frame.....