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 "Wrecked Wedding Night, Wrecked Rectum" (free sample)

   Bunni and Chet's wedding had been crashed by a large, black man that
Chet had mistaken for the limo driver.  Everyone was shocked when Luke
loudly objected to the union of Chet and Bunni on the grounds that "a fine
piece of ass like that deserves better than that pencildick bitch!" But
Chet's groomsmen assumed it was all a prank one of them had pulled on Chet
and laughed it off.

   Everyone was a bit surprised when Luke showed up at the wedding
reception as well.  Especially once Chet and his groomsmen talked and none
of them could figure out who the rather rude and rather large black guy
was. When Luke stole the seat next to the bride and started talking her up,
Chet started to get a little peeved.  But he didn't want to ruin the
reception - Bunni's parents had invested an obscene sum in the affair and
all of their country club friends were in attendance.

   So it was with horror that Bunni's parents watched Luke take the first
dance with the bride on the dancefloor.  And not just any dance, but a very
intimate, dirty dance.  His hands were all over her, grabbing at her ass
and kneading it like dough as he whispered who-knew-what kinds of
depravities in her ear.

   Chet was incensed, now.  Who was this guy and how dare he besmirch their
special day like this?!  Was he some drunk with nothing better to do?  Some
homeless guy in a nice suit?  And why was it that the more champagne Bunni
drank, the less she seemed to be resisting Luke's rude advances?

   Finally, Chet's best man couldn't take it anymore.  Dirk was always a
bit of a hothead, and he was Bunni's big brother.  He strode out onto the
balcony where Luke was feeding Bunni some wedding cake by making her suck
it off his middle finger and tapped Luke brusquely on the shoulder.

   Before he could even get his confrontational words out, Luke froze him
in the sort of "angry black man" glare that made most well-off white guys
like Dirk cross the street in the city.  Luke grabbed the offending hand,
twisted Dirk easily like a ragdoll and tossed him into the pool.  All
without taking his other hand's middle finger out between Bunni's sucking
lips.

   After that, nobody much felt like confronting Luke and he only got
bolder.  When Luke took Chet's place during the bridal garter toss, Chet
was pretty sure Luke reached up way further than he needed to in order to
find the garter.  It seemed like it took him a long time to find the garter
and even Bunni seemed to be getting uncomfortable.  She was shifting in her
seat as Luke felt around, then jumped sharply and started sweating and
getting flush.  She grunted a few times as Luke seemed to be roughly poking
around trying to find the garter.  When it seemed like Bunni couldn't take
it anymore, Luke suddenly pulled his hand out with the garter.  Bunni
looked surprised and, Chet noticed with a bit of confusion...  frustrated?
Luke threw the garter and Chet caught it.  It was sopping wet, probably
from all the sweat produced by the constant and energetic dancing Bunni had
been doing all night with Luke.  Chet looked over at Bunni and she was
sucking on his fingers again, but Chet had no idea why - there was no cake
on them this time.  He was really confused.

   The night went on and now the dances were getting downright raunchy,
with Bunni grinding her ass in Luke's crotch while his large black hands
mauled her bountiful breasts.  Everyone, including Chet, could clearly see
the massive tentpole straining the zipper of Luke's dress pants.

   The rest of the wedding guests had gone and the only people left were
the DJ, Chet and Luke and Bunni, on the dance floor.  It was the last song,
a slow love song.  Luke and Bunni were dancing face-to-face with his hands
on her ass, her hands on his and his tongue down her throat.  He was
grinding his hard-on against her belly and she was gyrating her hips.

   Finally, the DJ wrapped things up and Luke and Bunni came off the dance
floor.  Luke left and Bunni came over to Chet.

   "Ready for our Honeymoon, baby?" She sang sweetly.

   Chet couldn't believe it was over, just like that.  He assented weakly
and rose to take her hand and walk with her to the limo.

   When they arrived at the hotel, Bunni seemed quite excited.  They had
only made small talk on the ride over, talking about how beautiful the
service was, the nice weather they had and how yummy the cake had been. 
Bunni never mentioned Luke and Chet wasn't about to bring it up himself.

   The limo driver let them out and got their bags.  Chet and Bunni got to
the Honeymoon Suite - they had it rented out for two weeks - and Chet
unlocked the door.  He turned to pick up Bunni and carry her across the
threshold, but she instead turned to the limo driver, who picked her up
instead!

   For the first time, Chet looked up at the Limo driver's face and saw it
was Luke!  Luke shoved Chet aside through the door to the suite and carried
Bunni over the threshold into the bedroom and threw her on the bed.  Chet
followed, dumbfounded.  He watched in impotent paralysis as Luke held Bunni
face down, grabbed her wedding dress by the seams and literally RIPPED it
off of her!  Yanking and pulling with no regard for the expense of the
exquisite satin and taffeta white gown, no concern for Chet and Bunni's
possible desires to have it as a keepsake of their union for all time, and
certainly no concern for Bunni as he yanked and pulled, contorting her poor
limbs this way and that.  Then he tore off her bra and her lacy white
underwear, grabbing it from the back and ripping it from between her
thighs. She struggled as he did this crying "Ow!  ow!" but he shut her up
by giving her several sharp open-palmed SMACKs on her ass reverberating
loudly around the room and leaving large red handprints that covered her
entire cheek.

   When he was done, she lay there exhausted and sweaty, roughed up and
sore.  She looked back over her shoulder at him as he stood back up by the
side of the bed.  Chet thought she would be livid, furious at Luke for
destroying her dress and treating her so brutishly, but she had an entirely
different expression on her face than he expected.  It looked more wild,
wide-eyed and primal.  She was heaving and had her eyes locked on his. 
Somehow she looked both challenging and submissive...

   *end of free sample*

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