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The Wedding Breakfast
by Rose Eastmann

I?m Tracy, live in Essex, twenty years old and blond. My parents Ray and Joan were very strict and made sure that I didn?t have any involvement with boys or anything like that. There not religious or anything just paranoid that I would be raped and murdered, they sent me to an all girls school and to be honest I was quite good at school, found the work easy and it was a very supportive environment. Dad took me to school every morning of my school life and mum picked me up every afternoon. it wasn?t until I was fifteen that I realised that they weren?t being nice and saving me the mile walk each way, they were preventing any possible contamination from friends, girl or boy. I went to the University of East Anglia (UEA) when I was eighteen and mum and dad finally admitted defeat and had to let me make my own decisions. I met Simon in my first month he was in his final year and he was on of the students that were giving guided tours of the university at weekends. My parents took the tour and I met them at the end, they invited Simon to have a coffee with them and because I was there, me. Simon was a perfect gentleman, he hardly even acknowledged my presence, spending the thirty minutes it took to drink the coffee playing up to my mother and discussing deep issues with my father. As my parents were settling the refreshment bill Simon invited me to a party the next weekend. I was totally thrown off balance, it was the first comment that Simon had made directly to me since we met, I said yes even though I didn?t really know if I wanted to spend any time with him at all.

As time went by Simon and I became friends, and I fell in love with him at three o?clock one Saturday afternoon, it was raining and we ducked into a small caf? and over a jacket potato he told me all about his life. I realised that his upbringing was so similar to mine, his parents were ?high church? they kept him from all temptation, no TV no Radio, no cinemas, he went to a Catholic boarding school as a day boy, it was so spooky how similar we were. What I had taken for snobbery and standoffishness was really shyness, he had taken the part time guide job at the suggestion of his councillor as a way to overcome his shyness. Over the following weeks I found that Simon was really smart, wickedly funny and had an amazing sense of humour. The end of year holiday came all too fast, ten weeks at home in Essex with my parents and Simon three hundred miles away in Newcastle with his parents. We telephone each other most days just so that Simon could tell me a joke, or relay something funny that happened at church group. That long summer holiday I realised just how much I missed Simons company. I had decided that he was the man that I would like to lose my virginity to but even though I had given him a lot of hints during the final weeks of term there I was, still a virgin. My mother brought my world crashing down on me about half way through the holiday with a simple comment ?Is Simon getting a job in Newcastle or is he going off to another university to do his post graduate studies?? We hadn?t even talked about that, he had finished his degree and there was no reason for him to return to Norfolk at all. Simon had given up his flat as students usually do over the long holiday break, I would have to look for a flat at the start of my second year as the dorms were only available for freshmen. I was on tenterhooks until I could ring Simon and seek his reassurance that we would still be together after our holiday finished.

By the first day of the new term, I had been in Norfolk for a week, getting my bed-sit ready, collecting my course books from the university bookshop and generally getting everything ready. Simon was still in Newcastle and I was beginning to think that he had found himself a job up there and was too frightened to tell me. I went into the refectory on the first morning, I had eaten breakfast at my bed-sit so didn?t need to even go in the refectory but I wanted to go to ?our? table, drink a milky coffee and remember the last time Simon and I sat there eleven weeks earlier. I came to a dead stop as soon as I entered the room, Simon was sitting at ?our? table, there were two full breakfasts and two coffees, two plates of toast. My mind was spinning through different scenarios but kept returning to the fact that Simon was sitting there, at ?out? table having breakfast with someone else, there was no one else sitting with him but the two breakfasts spoke volumes. I looked quickly around the room, I couldn?t see Amanda, I knew that she had made a play for Simon before he met me, couldn?t see her. Everyone in the refectory looked like school children, obviously all freshers, so I assumed that Simon wasn?t with any of them. ?Girding up my loins?, putting on my bravest face, I bounced over to the table. Simon leapt in the air, like a scalded cat I thought, he grabbed hold of me in the tightest hug I had ever felt. ?Where have you been, your breakfast is stone cold?? he said, he suddenly remembered where he was and put me down, his face was scarlet with embarrassment. I drank the cold coffee and there were actual tears in my eyes at seeing him again. Simon was working in the university, he had taken a lab assistant job so that he could do a remote PhD with Edinburgh university and still have access to the facilities he needed, like a laboratory and university library but still be near to me. He would have to visit his professor from time to time but all of his research could be sent on the WWW for comments and criticism.

It was mid term, I had been throwing my self at Simon so much that he must have thought that I was a sex maniac or something. We had reached the heavy petting stage, I had actually spent a few nights with him where we had slept in the same bed together, he in his shorts and me in my floor to ceiling flannel-et nighty. Still I was a virgin, I had managed to have a climax with him though, one night when the heavy petting left me half naked, his fingers working through my bush, eagerly seeking out my moist inner sanctum. Simon brought me off and as I was opening the zipper on his trousers he lumped up and ran out of the door. He was stupid really, leaving like that as we were at his flat and not my bed-sit. The next morning he telephoned me early and asked me to meet him at the refectory for breakfast. I thought ?Ah well I guess this is the end, he is going to tell me that he can?t possibly stay with such a pervert as me. Breakfast was nice, Simon was very shamefaced apologising for letting things get so out of hand the night before. We made small talk and Simon threw in a comment that I almost missed. ?Have you ever thought how funny the term Wedding Breakfast is? Some people have it at six or seven in the evening but it is still called the wedding breakfast! What time should we have our wedding breakfast?? There was about six hours of pure silence while my poor excuse for a Babbage comptometer worked through the calculations. Simon sat with the broadest of grins on his face as the little light symbol lit above my head. Are you asking me what I think your asking me a blurted out, Simon just nodded his head and his grin grew even wider. Simon produced a small box from his pocket, the red velvet liner inside supported a simple ring with a single diamond, the ring looked very classical almost antique. It had been his paternal great grandmother?s engagement ring that he had taken to be restored and professionally cleaned. There had been a small fillet of gold added to make the ring big enough for me and as the jeweller couldn?t match the gold exactly Simon had him use a totally contrasting coloured Welsh gold fillet used and it had been crafted to look like an ?S? for Simon. I said yes to his proposal and asked him if he had a date in mind for the wedding and he told me that he thought it should be a soon as possible so that I would stop trying to tempt him.

As we chatted about things we both thought that as having breakfast at our table had been such a central part of our relationship that we should try to arrange an early morning wedding and see if UEA would let us hire the refectory for our wedding breakfast. After some weeks of trying we realised that organising an early morning wedding was only the start of our problems. Simon and his parents wanted a Catholic wedding service, I?m not at all religious and refused to commit to agreeing to bring any children, that blessed our union, up as Catholics. My parents wanted me to have a civil wedding because of all the hypocrisy involved in a religious ceremony. I was almost at the point of saying no to the whole idea of getting married, Simon was very good about trying to meet everyone?s needs especially mine and I really wanted the day to be special for both of us. The UEA chaplain, who we all called Charley, and he couldn?t have minded that very much as he went to every party he was invited to in a bowler hat, small false moustache and with a Chaplin style walking stick, helped us in quite a unique way. He arranged for an ex UEA student that had become a priest and was a close personal friend of his to agree to perform part of the wedding ceremony at the university chapel with him. As he was a C of E chaplain he could perform the legal part of the ceremony and between them they could tailor the wedding to our joint needs. We made the final arrangements in record time, we hired a function room from Midnight on the day prior to our wedding and had a massive all night party for all of our friends and family. I went to the party from Midnight to one am, Simon went from one am to two am and so on, this meant that neither of us met on the day before the actual wedding. Three busses took all of our guests to the UEA campus chapel for seven o?clock in the morning, other gusts that hadn?t been to the party also turned up at the same time. Simon and the best man turned up at the chapel on push bikes, in top hat and tails and I arrived shortly after in a horse drawn landau. The two clerics performed a wonderful service for us and our friends and family and the wedding finished at eight o?clock. We all walked to the refectory where Simons friends had built a small wooden stage which our table had been placed on, it was unusual for there to be three top tables in effect with Simon and I alone on our raised platform. The wedding breakfast was just that, full English with all the trimmings. We did the traditional speech thing and were all finished by ten o?clock, we had arranged for the function room to be available all day for our guests to drink, chat or dance as they wished. Simon and I walked to our hotel which was only about two miles away much to the delight of the other student that were up and about at that time of the day. We were getting changed to go back to the function room in our smart but casual clothes when Simon, with his best ?Cheshire cat? grin pounced on me.

I was just in my bra and panties and Simon was in his boxers, we didn?t bother pulling the blankets down or even the counterpane, Simon kissed me all over and took off my remaining clothing, and I reciprocated for him. I had felt his cock in the past but I never dreamed that it would look quite this big. He was almost nine inches long and three inches around, he was extremely excited and it took me only a few strokes of his massive manhood to bring him to a gasping climax. He fired off his sperm a good four feet, it splashed over my right thigh and up my stomach diagonally and across my left breast. Simon worked his fingers deep into my vagina, I was dripping with my natural lubrication as Simon worked my clitoris hard, bringing me to an earth shattering climax. I thought that as we had both had a climax that Simon would want to go back and join our friends and family again but as soon as I had started to reach my climax I noticed his little monster was growing again. This surprised me as he had climaxed only a few minutes earlier and he had fired off so much cum. I was about to get off the bed when Simon pinned me down again, he lifted his leg over my thighs so that both of my legs were between his and he was now totally on top of me. He was holding his upper body weight off of me on his elbows and his cock was pressing between my tightly clenched thighs. He was pressing his cock into my hairy mound, then pulling back a little, then pressing forward once more. Eventually his massive cock head found its way to my vaginal opening, as he pressed forward his cock head pressed between my outer lips a few more pushes and his massive cock head was past my outer lips and was opening my inner flower. The friction caused by my thighs being so tightly pressed together caused Simon to climax once more, as he felt his cum flowing up his shaft he pressed hard against my vagina, his cock-head was just inside my inner lips and this pressure sealed the link between us. As I felt his seed pumping into my vagina I reached yet another climax, Simon was totally still except for his cock jerking at the entrance to my vagina as he delivered his seed into me. Again I thought that would be the end of our first session but Simon just lay there kissing me and paying attention to my breasts. I felt his flaccid organ starting to stir once more and as his blood pumped life back into his cock he moved his legs so that they opened my legs automatically. We had been fooling around in the hotel room for almost an hour at this point, I had had seven or eight wonderful orgasms and Simon had had two massive ones. Simon was now between my thighs in the classic missionary position. His cock was still small and flaccid but it was starting to grow. Simon once again pressed his cock against my vagina but this time it was met by a large quantity of his semen mixed with my natural lubrication too. His soft phallus entered me easily and as he continued working on my breasts with intermittent kissing and nibbling his cock grew into me. It felt to me just the same as it did when Simon had used his fingers in the past but as he grew larger he was pushing deeper inside me than any finger had ever been. The pressure was starting to get quite intense as Simons cock was nearing its full size. It had reached the point where he wasn?t going any further inside but his hips were being pushed away from me. Simon lifted himself up and looked deep into my eyes as he pulled his massive cock slightly out of my pussy. Then he pushed down with all of his might and I felt his cock hit resistance then there was the intense feeling of pain and of him suddenly rushing forward deeper into my vagina. Simon had climaxed twice in less that an hour and this time it took him an age to climax for his third time. I started a deep and intense orgasm as soon as Simon had broken into my guarded place, and I was carried along from one orgasmic crest to the next for almost forty minutes. When Simon eventually climaxed for his third time he actually produced little volume but it all went deep onto my womb. We lay there for the longest time just cuddling each other with Simons cock growing soft inside my vagina as his seed swam on its way deeper into my body. When we finally broke our embrace and Simon lifted his body from on top of mine, I moved slightly but the counterpane was stuck to my bottom. Simon helped to free me from it and the reason I was attached to the counterpane was the dried blood from Simon breaking in through my hymen and a rather large amount of our joint fluid that we had passed during the almost three hours of sexual excitement. The bed was a total mess and I didn?t really want to come back from the party to such a mess, Simon used the pin from his buttonhole carnation to attach a twenty-pound note to the stain on the counterpane with a note of apology. As we left the hotel to rejoin our friends Simon asked the receptionist if housekeeping could straighten our room for us while we were out. At the party Simons mother asked him where he had been for the last three hours and Simon told her that he was wasting no time in putting a baby into my stomach to give her her first grandchild as soon as possible. And with that comment ringing in my ears we danced till midnight. When we eventually returned to our hotel room the room was once again in a pristine condition and a note held down by two crossed long stemmed roses said, ?You are most welcome, please come again!?

I have to say that in one way I was glad that I was a virgin for our wedding day but also I realised that I had missed so much.

I thought the honeymoon was going to be a little bit of an anticlimax. After all nothing could ever compare with the three-hour session that ended my virginity on the way from the wedding breakfast to the party. We flew out of Gatwick airport two days after the wedding on a wonderfully old British West Indies Airways DC10. Right up to the point of handing in my passport at the main luggage check in desk I didn?t know where we were heading. Barbados was a wonderful surprise, I had never even dreamed of going to a place so exotic in my life. We settled down to an eleven-hour flight, it was over night and after takeoff we were fed and watered and the crew brought blankets and pillows around so that we could try to sleep. The lights were dimmed and the film started playing, within an hour there was no movement on the plain apart from the movement of Simons hand between my thighs. The crew had all gathered in the forward galley and were chatting and eating their meal, I fetched a drink of water from them and they looked almost as sleepy as the passengers. When I returned Simon took the cup of water off of me and took me by the hand to the rear galley, it was totally disserted and the one toilet back there had a sign on the door that it was out of order. Simon pulled me into the toilet and he dropped his trousers, he sat on the toilet seat and pulled me astride his lap, he didn?t even take my panties off, he simply hooked the elastic to one side and filled my void with his monster appetite. We played like that for about an hour, almost five miles high, and that wasn?t near as high as I got with my orgasms. I realised I was making a hell of a lot of noise as I reached orgasmic peak after orgasmic peak, but I was totally lost in the moment of sexual ecstasy. As we departed our small trysting place there was a stewardess working in the galley, I looked back in time to see her removing the out of order sign and the toilet free light illuminated, we sat back in our seats and Simon said, ?That was a pleasant way to while away an hour!? We slept until breakfast was served, and with just one hour left until we were due to land at Grantly Addams International airport. The stewardess that had closed the toilet for us came and spoke to Simon, he grinned and led me by the hand to the rear galley once again, this time the toilet wasn?t out of order, Simon pulled my panties off and placed them in a draw to the right of the small galley sink, I tried to stop him, they were dirty and stained with our collective cum juice. Simon lifted me up and sat me on the work surface, he knelt down and started to eat my pussy, I tried to push him away, I just knew that I was very messy down there, I had after all just sat with his seed in there for several hours. Then my first orgasm overtook me and I reasoned if he didn?t mind then who was I to want to stop him. The stewardess coughed a little cough at the other side of the curtain separating galley from passengers. Simon pulled my skirt down to cover my dignity; she walked through the curtain followed by another passenger. She asked Simon if I was feeling any better and Simon assured her that I was fine now. We both ran back to our seats giggling like school children.

The terminal at Grantly Addams is something else, there were hundreds of people milling about all over the place, when our luggage started its slow journey around the conveyor belt I realised we had been standing there for almost thirty minutes and the queue at customs and immigration hadn?t moved at all, huge long ribbons of hot and grumpy holiday makers trying to get to some form of air-conditioning. Simon spotted our bags almost as soon as they entered the room, he pointed to them, I was expecting him to tell me he could see them but he didn?t say a single word. He turned to walk toward the customs area and I was confused, was I expected to fight my way to the front and drag two heavy bags from the conveyer, then I noticed a large Barbadian had one of our bags in each of his massive hands. He had a bright red baseball cap on his head and he took our bags to a sack barrow then he was running to catch up to Simon, I had to walk quickly too, Simon walked past the long queue and the red cap managed to get to the desk a fraction of a second in front of Simon. The customs officer didn?t even look at us as we followed our bags past his desk, the immigration officer looked at both of our passports, took a form out of each and stamped a piece he had left in them. We were out in the car park within seconds of our baggage entering the terminal, a large old American car lumbered to a stop by our side and the red cap placed our bags in the boot. Simon was sitting in the front seat and the driver was holding the back door open for me, as I sat down I wished I had followed my plan. I was going to take fresh panties from my case and pop into the ladies toilet to putt hem on but that plan went out of the window in the whirlwind that was our passage through the arrivals lounge. The reason I wish I had followed my plan was that as I sat down in the low car the driver could plainly see my hairy bush. As we pulled away from the airport Simon introduced me to George and George to me. On the drive to the villa George and Simon made small talk, mostly about the villa and an apartment block that was having trouble with building permits. As we entered the gateway into the villas grounds I was struck by the size and beauty of the place. Six bedrooms three reception rooms, staff annex and private pool. The housekeeper greeted us calling Simon by name and kissing him on each cheek, she looked me over as if I were an interloper, and her welcome to me was cooler than the air-conditioning in the entrance lobby.

I was really exhausted and went into the bedroom to catch up on a little of my lost sleep. I stopped in my tracks as I was about to close the curtains, I turned to my right, I hadn?t imagined it, there on the bedroom wall was a half life sized painting of Simon?s parents. I rushed out to find Simon playing by the pool with the housekeeper?s children, and they were calling him uncle Simon. I changed into a shoestring bikini and lay on a sun longer by the pool, eventually falling asleep, there were lots of questions that I needed Simon to answer for me but for now sleep was more important. I had a very vivid erotic dream, there were five men watching me laying in the nude in the sun, watching Simon opening my legs and taking photographs of my nudity, bringing the camera lens right up close to my pussy, the men were talking in what seemed to be half French half English dialect. The sun had passed behind the villa when I awoke, I was actually totally nude, Simon had at some point untied the bikini and it lay on the floor at my side. Simon walked past at that moment, followed by a group of Barbadians; Simon was nude as well as were the other five men. I had though that Simon was extremely well blessed in the lower front interesting department but he was as a child compared to one of the black guys that was following on Simons heals. He was totally flaccid but was bigger by far in that state than Simon was fully rampant. ?Ah! Tracey, I?m glad you have decided to join us?. It was Simon talking but I couldn?t look at him, as I was totally distracted by something hanging between the legs of a black god. ?It?s a pity you awoke when you did I haven?t had time to wrap your ?welcome to Barbados? present for you yet?, Simon again, I?m still not looking at him. Simon handed the big fellow a condom and told him to wrap my present for me, the guy opened the packet and skinned the condom on to his still flaccid cock, as soon as his hand left his cock it started to grow, it seemed to have a life of it?s own, and now he was standing, rampant in front of me, he was bigger than ten inches and he was at least four inches round, he moved slowly toward me, his huge cock swaying in rhythm with his steps. He opened my thighs and knelt on the sun longer between my legs, he grasped his massive cock in one hand and pressed its head against my vagina, he had to push hard to get his cock started on its path inside of me but I was almost peeing with my lubricating fluid. He managed to get his cock half way inside of me and then started to build up his speed, I was chaining my orgasms one after the other, I was screaming out loud every time he pushed deeper into my cunt. Eventually I could cum no more, the sun was gone and the poolside was in darkness, I had to all intense and purpose passed out from the sheer pleasure. When I came to my senses once more, he was still pounding his meat into me, I looked up and there were eight sets of eyes watching me being royally fucked, my present started to breath heavily and he was finally still, I looked between our bodies and saw his manhood shrinking back from its target, I realised he was almost totally inside of me by the time he had finished with me. As he retracted his rubber covered cock from my wildly distended and abused pussy I noticed there was what looked like half a pint of his cum in the rubber, he removed it and tied the end, Simon said that Leroy was so fertile that half the women on the island would be pregnant by morning if he didn?t tie that sucker tight.

After the exertions of the afternoon I decided to shower and dress for dinner, the cool water felt wonderful on my skin, I played the showerhead against my tortured pussy lips and that felt wonderful. I dried myself and put on white cotton panties, not the sexiest of my collection but they felt wonderfully cool. Simon walked out of the bathroom at this point and asked me if I would do something for him while we were on our honeymoon and be naked for him whenever we were at the villa. I pointed out that there were rather a lot of people around, there were six members of staff that I had seen so far. Simon told me that he appreciated that but that everyone would love to see me in the nude, as I was so gorgeous and that it would mean that we could make love at any time we wanted to. I pointed out that that wasn?t a selling point to me, and that the number of people that had watched me open my present earlier worried me. Simon smiled and said that he didn?t think it looked like I had minded at the time. ?OK! I?ll traipse around the house in the nude if that?s what you would like me to do!?

We had dinner by the pool, the electric lighting had been turned off and six open flame oil lamps had been mounted on top of thick bamboo poles placed around the outside of the table. They created a brilliant lighting effect around the table, very low and intimate, I thought that this was going to be the most romantic meal I had ever had. When Simon joined me he had three of the men with him that had watched me enjoy my present in the afternoon. They were all naked, all four men were flaccid but all looked around the same size in the area that mattered most. All four men were charming, and most attentive to me, the Barbarians actually took turns in serving the food and even though there were three more people than I would have expected to be involved in a romantic meal, that?s just what it turned out to be. Simon watched proudly as the three black men each took turns in flirting with me. After the meal was over Le-Roy put a classical music CD and asked me to dance with him, the tune was a basic waltz but even that was beyond my dance capabilities. Le-Roy persisted and almost carried me to the open space left after the table had been cleared away, Le-Roy was explaining the basic steps to me and we managed to actually dance a few steps before that track ended. I thanked Le-Roy and started to walk back towards Simon, Matt stopped me and returned me to the pool of light,. The tune that was playing wasn?t in the same time as the waltz but that didn?t matter, Matt and I just danced slowly together, what my mother used to call the shuffle dance. Dancing closely with a relative stranger is somewhat exciting but add to that heady mixture that we were both naked too and the force was quite explosive. As we circled and pirouetted, together Matt?s flaccid cock was rubbing against my thigh, each time he pressed it against me it grew a little and a few times when we altered position it rubbed across my abdomen, leaving a faint trail of his precum behind. By the end of that dance Matt was fully erect and I was quite hot too. John was the third black guy left, he was standing by one of the oil lamps, I didn?t follow Matt to the seating as I expected that John would only tow me back again. The tune was a more complex waltz but I could follow the timing and John and I danced a reasonable waltz to the end of the tune. I held my hand out to Simon, inviting him to join me in the next dance but he declined my offer. Le-Roy jumped up though and we dances a shuffle to a very old piece of music that I could remember from some point in my past. Almost as soon as Le-Roy?s cock touched my thigh it was full of blood, I could feel the heat inside of it. As we danced I let a hand slip from Le-Roy?s waist and he turned slightly so that his cock was touching my fingers. I lowered my head to his shoulder and my blond hair cascaded over his shoulder and down his back, my fingers closed on his manhood almost as a reflex action. Le-Roy took this act on my part as a bit of a green light and his hand wandered down to my naked bottom. He squeezed and patted my bum as we danced, I was still cradling his heavy manhood in my fingers. The music was nearing it?s close and Le-Roy pulled his hips back slightly removing his cock from my gentle grasp and when he pressed forward again his cock was lined up with my pussy. It nuzzled in between my thighs and this brought my hear off of his shoulder in surprise. As the tune ended Le-Roy kissed me, his cock shaft was pressing along the length of my opening but he made no attempt to insert it in me. I looked toward Simon, I was expecting him to be on his feet, walking over to stop Le-Roy in his tracks, but he sat smiling towards me, and as the music ended Simon clapped vigorously. I danced for almost two hours alternating between the three Black men, Simon watched intently but never once attempted to dance with me. As the time went on each of my dance partners got a little more forward and a little more explicit with me. It was almost eleven pm and Simon called an end to the dancing, ?Time for bed I think!? He said. I thanked all the guys for the dance and giving me a wonderful time, each kissed me on the hand and went through to the main sitting room. I danced my way to the side of Simon?s chair, he was still sitting down and he reached out to me, he pulled me on to his lap and his fingers searched out my pussy. His finger slipped inside me with no resistance at all, ?you feel very excited darling? he said, and he asked me which of his friends had excited me the most, I admitted that Le-Roy had probably been most responsible for my current excitement. Simon and I walked through the living room, the three dancers were all drinking brandy from huge balloon glasses, Simon patted Le-Roy on the shoulder and we walked on to the bedroom. There was no preparation needed, we were both nude, all that was needed was a pee and on to bed. I flushed the toilet and walked back into the bedroom Simon and Le-Roy were waiting for me, the bedding had all been removed leaving only a bottom sheet.

My heart was pounding so much that I thought I was about to have a heart attack, I was extremely aroused from all the dancing and attention and now I had two very well endowed men waiting in my bed for me. Simon invited me to lay him and Le-Roy, he turned me to face him so that I was on my side with Le-Roy behind me. Le-Roy pushed the fingers of one hand between my thighs and lifted one of my legs in to the air, Simon was kissing me deeply, lots of tongue, and I felt his manhood reach out to my vaginal flower. Le-Roy was kissing the back of me neck and along my shoulder while Simon kissed me on my lips. Simon was fucking me, he wasn?t particularly trying to satisfy me, there was little force or speed, it was like my vagina was being used by Simon to masturbate himself. There was little of the passion, or fervour that I had come to expect from Simon in our short sexual relationship. I felt him flood my womb as he climaxed, depositing his seed deep inside of me. Simon held himself inside me and reached for a condom packed from the bedside table, he passed this to Le-Roy and I could hear as Le-Roy rolled the rubber down his shaft. The bed bounced slightly as Le-Roy shuffled closer to my back, I felt his cock pressing between my thighs and then it found it?s mark, Simon was still blocking my entrance and as Le-Roy?s cock pressed against Simons cock Simons relinquished ?pole position? and Le-Roy slid inside of me. Because of the size of Le-Roy?s cock and it?s rubber casing as he slowly pushed his cock deep inside of me it felt like a pump, he was driving Simons seed deeper into my womb with every push. I built up to a slow climax as Le-Roy was fucking me so slowly and so gently but when it finally arrived it shook my whole being. My leg muscles were in spasm and I was jerking uncontrollably. Le-Roy held me tightly around my waist and he turned on to his back while I was still impaled on his love shaft. I was now laying on top of him with my back to him, Simon moved so that he could see my pussy grasping hold tightly of Le-Roy?s cock shaft. Simon leaned forward and started to lick at my clitoris, Le-Roy put his hands under my armpits and lifted my weight off of him. Then holding me slightly suspended he started to fuck up into my pussy with extreme speed and force, that coupled with Simons ministrations on my clit, totally blew my mind, I lapsed into unconsciousness.

I woke up, alone, it was three o?clock in the morning and I had quite a hunger pang. I padded through the villa searching for Simon or a snack or both, I opened a box on the coffee table in the living room, expecting it to contain chocolates. The box had about a hundred condoms in it, I thought that that was funny, condom boxes are usually colourful, they need to be inviting to the potential purchaser. These though were plain without even a manufacturers name on the condom packet even, I found a slip of paper inside, this warned that the condoms were for people with an allergy to the spermicide usually used in condoms. The waning stated that the condoms were only protection from STD?s and they could make no claim to actually prevent pregnancy. I eventually found the doorway into the staff annex and reasoned that the food at least would be in that area. I walked along a corridor and passed an open doorway where the room was fully lit, I peeked in the room and saw a very large screen TV. A young man sat watching the TV monitor, the back of his shirt emblazoned with ?BRIDGETOWN SECURITY SERVICES? The oversized TV had six simultaneous views of the house and grounds, this view altered periodically. I watched silently for a short time and I saw the poolside on one of the small sections of the main screen, it was in total darkness apart from the underwater lighting, creating a beautiful green glow all over the terrace. In the centre of the image was the sun longer where I had my welcome present earlier that day. I cleared my throat and the young man almost leaped out of his skin; he turned toward me and said. ?Good evening madam, is there anything that I can do for you? Would you like me to get the housekeeper for you?? I shook my head and walked into the room, behind the door there was a huge electronics panel with a seventeen-inch flat screen computer monitor and built in keyboard, there were many other controls on the console too. I asked the guard what the large panel was for, he explained that all the TV cameras in the house and grounds had individual computer hard disks, they were large enough to hold fifty hours of filming before they automatically placed the newest picture over the oldest. He was very proud that this system was the most advanced security system in the whole Caribbean. There was even an extra level of storage that took one picture in twenty-five of the old video just before it was erased and held that as individual single pictures that would last over a year before needing to be overwritten. I asked if the film could be watched at the same time as the new pictures were being recorded, and he nodded his head. I asked him to put the poolside recording on the monitor and asked if he could show me around three pm at the poolside. The image was playing within seconds, there was a bar at the bottom of the screen with a table of numbers, I recognised the time and date, there was a number that was like a running total, increasing at about a hundred each four seconds. There was a number one in the bottom left hand corner that occasionally jumped to two or three, I asked what that number was, and it was the number of times a frame had been accessed. I asked him to fast-forward the video and he did, I ran on the screen at sixty miles an hour and leaped onto the sun longer. I asked him to start normal speed and there I was in my new black string bikini. The number in the bottom left hand corner was now around the twenty to thirty showing that this section of the film had been viewed far more than the rest. I noticed Simon approaching with his group of friends all naked as they were when I woke up, and the viewer counter was now at one hundred, the guard pressed pause as Simon reached my side. ?I don?t think it would be correct for me to watch this with you? the guard said. I looked over the console and noticed a slot that was standard video sized, I asked if the picture could be loaded down onto a standard videotape and he just nodded his head. I put my hands on my hips and said, ?Well!? So he took a new blank cassette from his cupboard and popped it in the recorder, he set the controls to record in single play mode and I noticed a new item on the bottom bar it had a capital R and a new number. I was expecting to see a one in the box but there was the number fifteen instead, as the mechanism took hold of the tape the number tripped over to sixteen. The guard turned off the monitor screen and asked me if I would like a coffee or anything, I asked for directions to the kitchen and made my way there. I made two simple sandwiches and two coffees, collected the milk and sugar and returned to the security office. I had been gone about fifteen minutes, I handed the guard the tray and he handed me the tape. I asked how long there was recorded on the tape and he told me there was three hours. I looked puzzled and he told me the computer worked at electronic speed rather than viewing speed so the recording only took one tenth of the time. I put the milk and sugar into my cup and took that, the sandwich and the tape and wandered back to the living room.

In the living room there was a complete entertainment system, which Le-Roy had used to play the dance music earlier, there was a video player but I couldn?t see a TV. I popped the tape into the player and pressed the play button, I almost jumped out of my skin as a projector screen lowered its self from the ceiling. There was some sort of projector in the middle of the room that had lowered down from the ceiling too. As soon as the screen stopped moving the projector burst into a full colour picture about eight feet high and twelve feet wide the bar was still part of the image and the R number started to count up too, it stopped at twenty. The view on the screen was covering almost all the poolside and I was just a small part of the picture, Simon walked to my side and he shook me gently on my shoulder but I was too deeply asleep to respond to him. Then he slid his hand under my back and when he pulled it out again my bikini top was open, he pulled that off and the camera started to zoom in to me. As my breasts came into view they filled the whole screen, the camera backed off a little in time to show the moment that Simon untied the strings at the side of my panties and uncovered my bushy mound to his friends. He carefully opened my thighs and opened my outer lips to show everyone deep inside my body, I couldn?t hear anything that was being said of course but there seemed to be a lot of whispered banter flowing back and forth. Simon started to masturbate himself while one of his friends inserted a finger into my pussy slowly, the camera zoomed in on the finger and my vagina filled the screen, my pussy, was a bright red gash that was eight feet tall and five feet wide. The finger was suddenly missing and the R number went to thirty, just then a cock, which looked like a small car on the screen popped into view. I could see that Simon was still masturbating himself and as his sperm started to flood out of him he leaned forward and pressed his cock against my opening and filled my pussy while I slept. The screen suddenly went blank and started to retract into the ceiling, Simon was standing there with the remote control in his hand. He was dressed in a very smart suit and brushed off my request for him to tell me where he had been and why he had left me alone on the first night of our honeymoon. He led me back to our bedroom and told me to finish the drink I had taken to bed with me after our dancing session. I had only drank about an inch out of the tall glass of fruit punch cocktail before getting into bed, leaving five inches in the glass, I swallowed it all down at Simons insistence, leaving only a drop in the bottom. Simon took the glass and swirled the last drop around the bottom of the glass and passed it back to me to finish off. That last mouthful was almost bitter unlike the rest of the sweet drink; I drifted off to sleep and didn?t wake up until lunch time the next day.