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   Beach Movie by Wanda Ego (MMM/F, INTR, Reluc, Hum)
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   When I graduated university in '94, my life exploded.  Some people say
that college is the largest builder of character.  I came to know myself
quite well there.  Throughout my MBA in New York, Amy and I managed to keep
a long distance and exclusive relationship going.  When we did see each
other every other weekend, we never went very far because I really did have
noble intentions for her from the very beginning.  She also realised that I
would be hers, though she teased me for a bit beforehand.  On April the
30th, I received my business degree.  Amy was in her second year of Art and
design.  Four long years we waited, both holding off our social lives, both
resisting the plentiful college sex everyone else had.  I've always been
quite attractive, and so I had many an opportunity that I did not pursue. I
wanted to lose my virginity to my wife.  It always delighted me that Amy
felt the same way, another fact that separated us from the other students
that rutted around like animals in heat.  With the features of an angel,
porcelain skin and amber red tresses cropped a bit above her shoulders, I
was the luckiest guy on earth.  A face that should be photographed often
and for good money her friends used to say, but she wanted to impress her
rich parents that she could do something of substance to get by.  That she
did, scoring a co-op with and Auction house that turned into a contract
with an option to go to full time at any point.

   However, on April 30th, that was my night.  5 minutes after I got my
degree, a man in jeans and a polo shirt with Ray Ban shades approached me,
"I'm not going to lie to you, in my attaché-case, I have a contract to sign
with your name on it and I don't want to walk out of here with out it."

   All my college friends, who I watched partying and being promiscuous,
envied me that night despite my virginity.  At midnight when the date
became May 1, I kissed Amy full on the lips in the church of our hometown.
As we got into the limo, the man who's contract I signed, named William
Piper shows up, "James, Amy, what are you doing for your honeymoon?"

   "Hello, Mr.  Piper, I'm Amy, James wife and I'd like to personally thank
you for bringing us good news yesterday," as they shook hands.

   "Please, call me William or Bill."

   "William, we are on our way to Amy's parent's cottage."

   "How would the two of you enjoy a 3 week company expense trip to the
Dominican Republic?" as he handed me an envelope with two airline tickets
to Dominican City, by way of Atlanta.  He smiled, shook our hands, "I'll be
expecting good things from you James.  I'll see you in three weeks.  Keep
an eye on him for me."

   And that was it, in an hour we were packed with only the clothes we
needed.  At 4:00am, we took off.  During the flight, I was itching to be
intimate with Amy, who seemed just as frustrated.  We got into Atlanta and
waited twenty minutes at the terminal for our connecting flight.  We lined
up at the entrance, next to a bunch of people.  At this point, I was so
tired; I almost fell asleep in line.  Finally, we boarded.  Amy slept, but
ironically, I could not as I did just have my second wind.  I sifted
through the magazines in the pouch, grabbing a travel magazine.  White
beaches and turquoise waves.  The magazine did have a feature on the
Dominican Republic.  I read some claptrap about the country gaining
independence a few years ago, before it actually got on with the travel
features, describing various hotels in Dominican City.  We had three weeks
booked in the Cameron Arms Hilton, which in this magazine received five
stars.  I scanned through various beaches, and picked out some choice spots
we would definitely be hitting.  The next article featured a country called
Haiti, right next to the Dominican Republic.  The article wasn't as long as
the previous one, and I could tell from the lousy pictures that what they
had written was inflated.  The hotels looked crummy, the Jungle looked
dead, and the beaches looked dirty, as did the locals.  I turned the page,
and a smaller magazine, concealed inside fell out onto the floor.  My lids,
heavy with sleep perked up at the title staring up at me: Nasty Bitches in
Heat.  I looked over at my sleeping wife, and then at the other sleeping
passengers.  I hesitantly picked up the dog- eared smut, as though
expecting someone to wake up, and opened it up.  My penis sprung instantly
to attention as I feasted on the nude pictures laid out before me.  I had
never seen this kind of thing before, and although I was raised to despise
this stuff, my hard-on understood no morality or decency.  A warm glow rose
up inside me, and my heart raced as I continued flipping pages.  I came to
a page with a story, and decided to read it.

   Beach Nasty

   I love going to the beach on a hot sweaty day, because it means that I
end up wearing as little as possible.  So I packed a bag, before grabbing a
couple of bikini's to try on in front of the mirror.  My bathroom has a
window next right across from that hunky guy next-door's bedroom.  He's so
hot, I'd love to just walk over there and fuck him, but I think his prissy,
flat-chested bitch of a wife owns a gun.  I slowly started stripping out of
my clothes as I noticed from my mirror that the hunk was looking in on me.
I can't fuck him but I can tease him a little, as I peeled down my cut-off
shorts and removed my blouse.  My long, golden blonde hair bounced along
with my massive double-d-cup boobs.  I could see in the mirror that hunky
was stroking his weapon, as he admired my shaved cunt.

   This was too much, I needed relief, so I pulled the blanket over my lap
and unzipped my pants, before freeing my big cock.

   I stared into the reflection and my mouth watered as his big, calloused
hands pumped his 7inch cock.

   Seven inches, that couldn't be real, in my high-school health class at
private school, we were told that 4-6 inches was normal.  I knew mine was
average at 4.5 inches fully erect so seven must be a typo.

   I almost started to pump my own muffin, but then I remembered the bitch
wife and picked out my bikini and left.  The beach was hot, and sweaty with
tons of hunky guys all glistening with sweaty muscles, I was in heaven.  I
laid out my towel and pulled off my shirt.  Whistles and a few hoots.  I
almost came right on the spot!  I was so hot, and horny from all the hunky
guys.

   Now this was hot, but I skipped over to another page cause my throbbing
penis was about to come, so I wanted to read about some fucking, before I
went off.

   I bent down over the sand, and held on to the car bumper as I felt the
huge cock slide up into my shaved-twat.  I groaned with satisfaction as my
lover for the day grabbed my tits, "Damn, baby, that shoo is one nice pussy
ya gots!"

   He pumped for what seemed hours, and I'm glad we picked a secluded
parking-lot, cause I really liked grinding my snatch into this chocolate
love staff!

   "Hode on baby, I gonna cream in ya!"

   And then I felt his negro-man-juice gush into me.



   I gasped as I felt my own semen dripping down my belly.  In my
afterglow, I perused my first sex story again, and suddenly felt revulsion
when I realized that the woman had described having sex with a nig-black
guy.  A wave of nausea washed over me.  I had just pulled my pecker to it!
I now felt sick at the thought of that.  I just about threw the magazine to
the ground when I heard, "What the hell is that in your hands!" Amy was
staring straight into a close-up of a woman's cunt-er-privates.

   I stammered, "Uh-just, something I found in the pouch here, I was
waiting," I continued as she scrutinized me with those cool blue eyes, "for
a stewardess to throw this out." I adjusted my blanket, "huh, some people."

   She yanked my blanket away and screamed at the sight of my dripping,
shrivelled penis.  As some passengers were waking up my Amy grabbed the
magazine and started flipping through it, "This is what you read when I'm
not around!  Oh lets hear some of this, Damn, baby, that shoo is one nice
pussy ya gots!  He pumped for what seemed hours, and I'm glad we picked a
secluded parking-lot, cause I really liked grinding my snatch into this
chocolate love staff!  Hode on baby, I gonna cream in ya!  And then I felt
his negro-man-juice gush into me."

   I cringed with each syllable she uttered, the words like ice-daggers
into my heart.  Some of the wakened passengers were sniggering quietly at
my expense.

   "This is the filth you like!  This is indecent," and she whispered, "a
white woman having relations with a black, that's disgusting." She threw
the magazine to the ground.

   "I didn't-"

   "Not another word from you!" She opened up a book and ignored me for the
rest of the trip down.  When we landed I was in full apology mode, holding
all the carry-on-luggage.  The look in her eye was nonplussed as she walked
next to me.  At the door, the stewardess said something strange.

   "Thank-you for flying South-Western, enjoy you stay in Haiti."

   "HAITI!" We both exclaimed.

   "There must be some mistake, look, our tickets say Dominican Republic,"
as I held up the two tickets, but as I looked, they did say Haiti on the
insert.

   "I'm sorry, but you'll have to clear that up in the airport."

   Five hours later, Amy nearly in tears, and our negotiations were
unsuccessful.  The airport stank, and there were tons of dirty locals about
because it also acted as a bus station.  Apparently, they had no flights
going direct to the Dominican, and the borders were closed due to an
epidemic of Cholera in the Jungle.  In apology, they did provide us with a
complimentary two-night stay in a local hotel.  Probably one of those
crappy ones in the magazine, I thought.  I didn't want to discuss this with
Amy just yet, I needed some peace, and possibly a drink or two before I
could think about our options.

   Without saying a word to me Amy went to the bed and passed out.  Great
honeymoon.  I went down to the bar and bought a couple of beers.  I had
about 200 bucks American on me, and the credit cards upstairs.  I made some
calls to the local airlines and to the international airlines but I wasn't
getting anywhere.  Then I heard something on the T.V.

   This just in, All international flights to Haiti are cancelled as the
country is now under political boycott for human rights violations.  No
flights are allowed to leave or enter the country for at least two weeks.
Negotiations are expected to start within the next 48 hours.

   "Oh fuck."

   Breaking the news to Amy was not the highlight of the evening when she
woke up.  She stamped around the room in her housecoat and kept firing
questions at me, even repeating herself.  She took a shower and I offered
to take her out to dinner.

   "First we get a decent hotel room," she demanded before agreeing.

   After about an hour of driving we settled on what could be described as
a first-class establishment in a coach city, not that much of an
improvement, but it didn't smell bad so we counted our blessings and
settled in.  An hour later, Amy put on an elegant green sun-dress and we
were off to have dinner.  I figured 200 hundred dollars would be enough for
dinner, so I wisely left the credit cards behind.

   We found a really nice place called Mermaid, that sat next to a beach.
We had are first few drinks in silence before Amy finally looked into my
eyes with her ocean blue orbs and opened up, "I'm really sorry I was such a
brat for the last few hours, hon, please understand how much I love you and
want to be with you forever." I could see a tear drifting down her right
cheek.

   I wiped her tear, "please don't apologise my love, you've had every
right to be angry, especially with this crappy honeymoon in this crappy
country."

   I spoke a bit loudly, because this drew a few nasty looks our way.

   Amy grabbed my arm, "dance with me love, and then we'll enjoy our first
night as man and wife."

   We did dance, and then we ate, and danced some more, all the while
enjoying many drinks, and over the course of the evening I dare say that we
fell deeper in love.  Much later, we strolled our way back to the hotel,
kissing as we went along.  I felt the familiar stirrings of my manhood and
urged that we pick up the pace a bit.  As soon as we got in, Amy let her
dress hit the floor and jumped into my arms.  We kissed like the first
time, and somehow made it to the bed.  She reached down into my pants and
grabbed my rod.  At that moment I thought back to the story I read and my
orgasm hit fatally.  At first, she didn't know what happened, before my
semen splashed her naked belly.  She yelped as my haggard breath announced
my condition.  "Ohhhh no," she whispered.

   I looked down at my limp penis, "shit, hold on, maybe I can get hard
again," as I desperately thought about what to do.  I thought about the
story again, and it didn't work, I tried stroking myself, as my wife looked
at me hopefully.  "No use," I muttered.  For a second Amy flashed a
disgusted expression before she pulled me into a hug and whispered, "we'll
try again in the morning."

   In the morning, though we both had headaches from the drink the night
before, so we contented to eat breakfast and then hit the beach.  The sun
was nice, the sand was warm, and the beach was empty.  We sat under an
umbrella and enjoyed the complimentary drinks.  That was a pleasant
surprise, just 50 dollars a night and food and drinks were complimentary.
About an hour later, Amy went back up to the room to get some more
sunscreen.  Ten minutes later she came running back to me, empty handed.

   Her face was in agony, "They took everything James, they got our money!"
as she cried openly.

   I got up and grabbed my distraught wife, "what are you talking about," I
soothed.

   "Come with me," she muttered.

   The room was a disaster, our clothes were strewn amongst a pile of
slashed open suitcases.  Sure enough, her wallet, her cash, and both our
sets of credit cards were gone.  Shit.

   "I had just paid 2 nights in the room with the cash we had, fuck."

   She screamed, "what, you idiot!  Why didn't you just pay three weeks off
with the credit cards, we can't even leave with our plane tickets!"

   "I thought we might still get to the Dominican Republic so I didn't want
to waste money," I muttered.

   "So instead, we have what 20 dollars and no place to stay after Thursday
night!  Oh James, you're brilliant!"

   "It's not my fault sweetie, I-"

   "Don't say another word, I'm going downstairs to call Daddy," she shot,
and then sneered, "he's at least capable of taking care of us."

   I cried on the bed for the next twenty minutes, before heading down to
support Amy, feeling less than my 20 dollars.

   When I got downstairs, Amy wasn't at the phones, rather she was at the
bar, talking with someone.  I wandered over to her and this dark-haired
stranger.  Amy looked at me, and rolled her eyes, "James, this is Georges.
Georges, this is my husband."

   Georges spoke with a European accent, "ahh, this is the lucky man who is
marry to you Amy."

   I shook his hand a little to firmly, "who are you?"

   He looked at me and nearly laughed, "oh, don't worry your American, I am
not after the chicks, I am how you say liking boys."

   Amy shuddered out of his sight, "honey, Georges is a photographer for a
European travel magazine, and he said that I have the perfect look for his
next project."

   "What are you talking about, no, this sounds stupid."

   Georges looked mildly offended but he didn't get a chance to voice the
opinion, before Amy got up grabbed me, "Georges, wait here, I need to
explain to James."

   Pulling me over to the bar, she laid down the facts, "Okay genius, you
shut up and listen.  I tried calling your boss, but he's out of town on his
own vacation.  I then tried calling my parents, but then the phones went
out.  This island is cut off for the next week because of a damaged
something or another.  The American Embassy is not answering.  We have 20
dollars, and he's willing to give us 200 dollars if I'm willing to pose in
a bathing suit for a few pictures.  Do you think you can shut up long
enough for me to secure the deal?"

   I didn't say anything during the rest of the conversation with Georges.
A day later I was drove Amy to the shoot, a secluded private beach with a
small expensive looking hotel.  We walked into the establishment and sat
down at the bar as I began asking questions about how long the shoot was,
etc.

   Several large guys in rugby uniforms who overhear us spoke up, "you are
for camera click-click?  Oh, sexy American girl, ya.  We go now, you come,
is fun."

   He was Brazilian from what I could tell from his accent, as were his
friends.  They spoke very broken English, and they all worked on the
Island. A few worked in hotels, some did yard work, and other such things.
Apparently they two were spotted by Georges.  When we got to the spot, Amy
and I were speechless.  It was a lagoon separated from the ocean by a thich
curved sandbar.  And pouring into it from a height of 15 metres, a
waterfall pouring over a cliff out from the dense jungle.  I marvelled at
the site, as the most talkative of the Brazilians smiled, "is beautiful,
no?"

   Amy grabbed my face and kissed me.  One guy clicked a picutre of Amy and
I kissing before we noticed, "you looking good.  Your wife and Husband. 
Again Kiss," as he prepared to click another shot.

   I looked into my pure wife's blue eyes, placed my hands on her face and
we kissed like we were alone.  The guy got a couple of shots that would
probably look like good greeting card material.  Cute couple kissing on the
beach.  The guy motioned with his hands, more..more, you both looking good
next to waterfall.  Ya!"

   "Okay, no.  We've had some fun, now we should meet up with Georges
right, has anyone seen him?"

   The guy with the camera, the most talkative of the bunch, handed me the
camera, "No, Georges here in piphteen minute, I want picture of me standing
next to your wife so I can say to my wife, how your beauty give me memory
of her."

   I almost shook my head, Amy smiled, "yes, and tell your wife what a
handsome guy she has."

   So I took the camera while Amy and Binez posed together, first standing
next to each other, then another, then one with him, lifting her up over
his shoulders by her waist.  And then while he was lowering her, his hand
grabbed her small perky breast for not more than a second.  I'm not sure if
Amy noticed, but I accidentally got a shot of that.  It could have been a
mistake so I decided to let it go.  Another guy pulled out a thermos of
booze, but then, I was quite pleased that Georges finally showed up with a
few girls in tow.

   For the next hour, they took shots on the beach of scantily clad women
and the guys.  They set up a volleyball net, and all the models played
volleyball for an bit, during which I could not help but notice the
Brazilian guys ogling my wife at every opportunity.  They didn't even try
to hide the fact that all of them were surrounding her in every shot, and
chatting with her at every opportunity that arose.  I nearly lost it when
Binez slapped her ass playfully after a play.  At the next break I glared
at them and pulled my wife aside.

   "Oh, don't worry," she slurred, "there jus being friendly."

   I could smell the alcohol on her breath, "you've been drinking!"

   "yah, that guy switched the bottled water with vodka, whew.  Don't
worry, honey, they're just friendly and married.  They're catholic, so they
wouldn't think about it anyhow."

   "I'm not sure," I shook my head.

   "There nice, James, they even said that there would be another shoot
here in a few days, same kind of deal."

   I lightened up and could feel my heart-beat slow down a bit.  Georges
then said, the shoot was in fact over, because they were out of film.  He
paid us and took off in his jeep.

   During the next two days I tried coax Amy into having sex with me, but
to no avail, she told me that she was far too nervous to lose her
virginity. After the next shoot, she said and smiled.

   We drove back, at the designated time, in the early afternoon.  This
time, it was a much smaller crowd, all black people though.  With my wife
dressed in overalls, and me in khaki shorts, we looked out of place.  Then
a rather fat white guy showed up with an even fatter black guy carrying a
video camera over a beefy shoulder.  Both looked about sixty.

   I approached the pair, "I understand you're doing a shoot here." The
white guy had grey hair, glasses and spoke with a heavy German accent,
"Yes, we make shtridefuken video here, you no police?"

   His assistant, was ugly and stupid looking, with a lumbering gait and
nasty pockmarked, blotchy skin and very negroid facial features; didn't say
anything as he set up the camera.  The group about of about eight men and
women were setting up a volleyball net.

   "I guess shtridefuken is volleyball in German hon," I told Amy.

   "Um Mr.-"

   "Herr Pervmann," he offered.

   "Are you looking for um models, my wife here, is model and she's on
vacation but she likes to be in movies and photoshoots, see she can't get
enough."

   Herr Pervmann, opened his mouth with a shocked expression, "you wife is
model?  She make shtridefuken movie?"

   Amy nodded, with a beaming smile.

   "Uh yes, she made a sh-rid-efuken movie yesterday, she played like a
pro."

   "You okay with you wife make this movies?" he asked.

   This guy must be a prude German that keeps his own wife in a closet.

   "Hell, ya, we're American.  What's the pay?"

   "Ahh, you are American, I give you 1000 dollars for you wife for my
movie."

   If her smile could get any wider, it did.  1000 dollars would put all
our worries to pasture and later, with this movie out of the way, my wifey
and I would be consummating our vows.

   He shouted at the blacks to assemble near the net, then to his ugly
assistant, Colco, to start shooting.  Then my wife got amongst the black
men and women, who were also casually dressed.  The camera started as they
walked towards the volleyball net and acted as though they were all
friends. I was trying to figure out if it would look realistic with her
being the only white person there, a girl with no white guy near her,
surrounded by all those blacks; but the grand awaiting us stilled the
sentiment.

   And so the film started, with my wife Amy playing volleyball with the
blacks, Herr Pervmann directed his idiot assistant around with the camera
to get as many angles as he could.  It took an hour just to get one game
done, because he kept pausing it.  Then they took a break and everyone took
off their jeans and shirts.  The men had on bathing suits, as did the
women. Amy had a white bikini that looked strangely like a matching bra and
panties.  They played another game, but this time, the players got a little
more familiar with each other, in the form of pats on the back, exchanged
looks and that sort of thing.  I thought briefly about my story and I began
to sweat a little.  The behaviour sort of continued along those lines, but
fortunately before one nigger even touched my wife, Herr Pervmann shouted,
"nihne."

   I guess, he was a decent guy after all.  Then without any direction the
girls began to remove their bras, Amy was the exception.  They kept playing
for a bit and then as one girl dove to the ground to get the ball, one of
the guys pulled off his shorts.  Amy gasped, but my eyes were riveted to
the scene.  They were shooting a porno movie!  His brown erection, one and
a half times bigger than mine swung proudly between his thighs as he
stepped over the girl and pulled her bikini's off, before unceremoniously
plugging himself into her and fucking her.  My dick was aching now, it was
so hard.  All around Amy, the other couples got down to the same business.
Herr Pervmann said something to Colco, and he took over the camera as Colco
stood there and looked at the levacsous seen before him, drool flowing from
his garden-hose thick lips.

   I can't remember whether I figured it out before Herr Pervmann said
anything to Colco or after, but I knew what Colco was going to do next. 
Amy stood there paralysed, surrounded by couples fucking as Colco lumbered
into their midst.  He was supposed to fuck my wife!  Oh shit, I got up to
say something but then reconsidered, as my aching hard-on understood
nothing of morality.  He stopped at the border of the orgy and licked his
lips at the sight of my amber-haired wife, looking horrified standing in
her panties and bra.  I hated myself at that moment, but I was hornier than
I could ever recall.  I wanted to watch this!  Colco smacked his lips and
moved his fat body over to Amy, who looked ready to scream, cry and run
away at the same time.  He stopped a few feet away and yanked his overalls
down.  Amy looked down and fainted, right there, next to a man fucking a
woman in the ass.  I rushed over to see if she was alright, but I heard a
click behind me.  I turned around to see, Mr.  Pervmann brandishing a gun,
"nhine American, no interfere, I pay you for your wife fucky him, stay back
and watch Colco make your wife."

   Colco looked down at Amy, crumpled on the ground, senses dead to the
scene around.  He laughed and turned around.  I almost fainted.  That
retard nigger, had a dick that looked like a fucking cobassa, a huge,
fucking 9 inch, and it wasn't even hard.  Every other couple stopped to
watch.  Herr Pervmann, barked a series of orders and then Colco set upon my
passed-out wife.  My white, virgin wife!  He started to touch her legs with
his dirty calloused hands for a bit before grabbing her tits, and massaging
them roughly.  At this point my Amy woke up to the sight of his nasty face
hovering over her, his big hands on her tits, and his now monstrously
inflamed black dick.

   "Ohhhmmmmygod, help, James, help!" she yelled with agony in her voice.

   "Shut up, American slut, ve pay you vell for fuckin'," he pointed the
gun at me, "now, I waste film with you and you no want fuck.  Nhine.  You
no fuck I shoot you husband then Colco fuck you anyway."

   "OhhhmyGod," she muttered.  She didn't even look at me, as she slapped
Colco across the face.  He bellowed in laughter, and grabbed her by the
hair.  She continued to fight but slowly he pulled her to her knees and
forced her face into his crotch.  His cock looked as dirty as the rest of
him, and I felt a wash of pity and slight jealousy as he pushed her face
into his dick, as though he expected her to go down on him.  It was as wide
around as a baseball bat, and covered with angry looking veins and textured
like an avocado.

   "Lick his schlongo, or I shot you, American slut!"

   With a pleading look she said, "I can't I'm married, and I'm a virgin!
Don't make me do this in front of my husband!"

   "Look at you hubby, he is enjoying zees."

   The look in her eyes almost took away my desire as she saw me stroking
my penis, the one she was supposed to be educated with, and not the
gargantuan baseball bat rubbing across her face.  She didn't say another
word and began to tentatively lick the dirty shaft.  It was more like her
sticking her tongue out dutifully, and Colco moving her head around his
dick.  With his free hand, he yanked his slimy foreskin back and, I was so
close to the action I could see her gag at the smell.  He then jammed the
head, something the size of an orange into her mouth and laughed as she
began to choke.  He left it there for a minute before he pulled it out with
a plop, leaving her bruised lips coated with slime.

   I knew what was going to happen next, and then, my erection deflated, as
it sank in.  I looked at the fat German with resolution, "Herr Pervmann,
please don't do this to us," I yanked my shorts up, a gave my sobbing wife
an apologetic look, "we had no idea that this was the type of movie you
were making, honest, we thought that it was a volleyball movie or some
something."

   Even Colco paused, as though somehow our reluctance had managed by fluke
to seep into his dim brain.

   Amy, spit and sat on the sand demurely without saying a word.

   "Herr Pervmann," I continued, "please, allow my wife and I to leave and
I'll pay for your film costs," I pulled my Rolex off and handed it to him,
"just give me the shots of that nigger touching her."

   His fogged glasses seemed to be sweating as much as his fat face as he
considered my offer, "I have a better idea, Mr.  American, I can let you
and your wife go, and no charge.  I understand you are new husband and
wife. Okay, just leave and no police," as he waived us off.

   I turned to look at Amy with a smile beaming from ear to ear, but when I
saw her on her knees again, this time eagerly sucking Colco's greasy nigger
dick, my legs crumpled and I fell into a heap.  She paused, and looked at
me with a mixture of innocence and vitriol, "turn your camera back on, you
nazi.  I'm really pissed at that dickless ass.  Can you hear me, Lamey
Jamie, with your four inch pencil dick," as she continued licking that
nigger up and down.

   "I ran over to her and put myself down on my knees, "I'm begging you,
stop Amy.  Doesn't our marriage mean anything?  Don't you love me?" I wept
openly.

   Amy pulled her red lips away, "Ohhhh, we're married still, but I'm not
letting you near me with that, I mean come on, look at this here, this is a
cock.  Aren't you happy for me?  I'm going to have so much fun loosing my
virginity to this retard.  Maybe I'll let you have a go, once these guys
are done with me, if you want."

   Without giving her a minute to rest, he threw my wife onto the sand and
kicked her legs open with his powerful knees.  Pervmann ran up with his
camera and got real close as the monster grabbed Amy by both ankles and
held her open for the camera.  Amy gasped and licked her lips, Colco, then
yanked her ankles up into the air and lunged his face forward.  He smelled
her white panty clad crotch for a moment before biting them and ripping
them off as he pulled his head back.  Her sparsely haired mound, my
privilege, was now open to the crowd.  Her delicate red lips, virginally
closed, almost looked frightened as he drooled over her.  He moved ever so
close, by holding her ankles up to his chest, her flower of maidenhood
dangerously close to his ugly, black truncheon which seemed to grow at the
proximity of it's prey.  Amy panted like a wanton whore as pulled her
forwards mercilessly and bumped the giant head against her dripping vagina.
She screamed as he surged forwards and the assault began, her small tight
fortress, proved difficult but slowly his purple slime-covered pried her
outer lips open a bit.  "Aargggg, I think it's tooooooo biggg," She was
cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure now, as he continued to muscle
him head in, pulling her obscenely open.  I could now see a trickle of
blood, once the head got halfway in, and I could swear I heard a tearing
sound, as my wife fainted.  Unperturbed he pushed the whole head inside
her, and took the opportunity to rip yank her bra down a bit, exposing her
nipples.  Amy awoke again and whimpered as he carried on ploughing into
her, his glance now fully ensconced in her wide, open, bleeding pussy.  In
another minute, he started burring his shaft into her; she gurgled with
pain, as her fingers dug at the sand around her.  Tears streamed, as he
pushed inch after black inch into her depths, stretching her impossibly
wide to accommodate him.  "He's killing me, Omigod" she yelled, as he sank
the rest of his 13 inches up her cunt, groaning with pleasure.

   Amy now stopped yelling, as he just lay there, enjoying her to the hilt,
but only for a minute before he started thrusting, pistoning in an out of
her with the wild abandon of an insatiable dog.  Amy just grunted and
braced herself with white knuckles as he delivered pounding thrusts to her
cervix, until a few minutes later, he was jackrabbiting his way into a
groaning orgasm that shook the both of them.  His butt, quivered as he
delivered his message, spraying the inside of her uterus with his slimy
seed.  Amy screamed but, it sounded almost pleasured, in spite of the pain,
before she passed out with the tree trunk still inside her.

   Colco collapsed and lay there for a full two minutes before he backed up
off my wife, his dick coming out with a squishy plop.  Still passed out,
her legs were wide open to reveal the, dripping mess between her legs; a
foul effluent of blood, cum and sweat mixed together dribbled out of her
vulgarly open cunt, it's dangling lips now distended.  Two hours later,
after everyone else had fucked my wife, the whole crowd packed up and Amy
looked over at me and licked her lips, "Ohh come her hon, some looser has
to clean me up after that.  Come here and eat me out or I'll divorce you
and take half of that trust fund you've been hiding," as she winked at me.