Holy Joe


Roseanne was beside herself. I had been a good boy as time headed towards the wedding day and had been avoiding Leo and his entourage of horny women. One night about two weeks before the wedding when Roseanne was having her favourite tipple, spritzer and I was polishing off a nice bottle of White Burgundy single handed she suddenly looked at me.

"Joseph, what do you think sex will be like?"

I almost spluttered the whole mouthful of wine. In my head the thought, "Do you mean oral, vaginal, anal, heterosexual or homosexual?" passed through and I stifled a giggle.

"I'm sure it will be wonderful."

"I get very excited sometimes thinking about you and thinking about sex. I must confess that I have touched myself thinking about it and I love the feeling I get. I wonder if it will hurt. Maybe you will be too big for me. What if I don't like it? What if I like it too much? Don't you have these thoughts?"

The flurry of questions game one after the other and I felt like a cheat but I was thankful at that stage I had had sex. The thought of that first fumbling night did not appeal.

I won't bore you with the wedding but the day passed in a blur and we were straight to Heathrow that night ready to catch the late morning flight to Kingston. The sad thing was that Roseanne actually drank too much and passed out so our wedding night was spent in separate beds an airport hotel and I was way to drunk to take advantage of her anyway. The most I got was a view of his tits as she changed for bed clumsily. Nice tits they were too!

So next it was a flight, then a transfer, then a shower, then dinner, and then we fell asleep again. Losing your virginity, even when you want to, isn't easy when you mix jet lag and booze.

So day 2 was to be THE day!

Roseanne woke early and showered and I followed suit. I kissed her deeply and it was obvious that she was "ready." After breakfast we relaxed by the pool and after a light lunch with a couple of glasses of Pina Colada we went to our room and locked the door. She was nervous and I was nervous for her. I had never actually seen her naked nor had she seen me so the gentle kissing was meant to encourage disrobement.

We were soon stripped to the basics of bra and pants on her and briefs on me and my erection was straining. She didn't look once at my front so I took the lead. I laid her on the bed and kissed her. She was shaking! I took control and gently stripped her seeing her naked for the first time. I stripped as I lay next to her then took her hand and guided it to my hard cock. She gasped.

"It's so big. It'll never fit!"

"Trust me, it will," I said.

I took my time with her kissing her nipples and running my tongue around them. She was very passive, lying there and leaving it all to me. I ventured down between her legs and kissed the area, not sure whether to use my mouth or her but I felt it would loosen her and relax her. When my tongue darted inside her, she quivered and a small "O" escaped her lips. My tongue brought her to a small quivering orgasm.

"Try sucking me," I asked. "Nothing nasty will happen, I promise."

I lay back and she very tentatively kissed the head, sliding my foreskin back and then slowly enveloped me. She had the good sense to keep teeth out of the way and soon had a good grip and oral rhythm. This was good! As she did this, I kept my finger gently stroking her sizeable clitoris and she kept having little shivers, like mini-orgasms. I rolled over and placed her back on the bed, lying on top of her and gently stroking my cock head around her pubic region. She loved the feeling and was getting hotter and hotter, kissing me with wild abandon. I kept this up for quite some time until I was aware she was becoming very moist in the area. I reached over to the drawer and took out a condom, the contraception we had decided on for the first part of our marriage. I took great delight in stretching it over my hard, upturned cock as she watched in amazement.

I crawled between her legs and gently traced my tongue from her wide slit, all the way up to her lips and then with my right hand, steered the head of my cock to her entrance. I gently pushed in, then out, then back in again, teasing my cock into her to get her used to it. It was sliding in surprisingly easily and she seemed in little pain. That was, of course, until I broke her hymen. She squealed as the sharp pain must have hit her and I withdrew. There was a slight trace, but little blood.

"Please do me now," she said, lifting her legs and bending her knees to show her gaping cunt in all its glory. I re-entered her and gently pushed past the previous point until my entire length was inside her. Then I started to fuck.

It was a frenzied session and she was completely abandoned in her sex. Perspiration poured off us as I hammered into her virgin cunt. As I fucked, I had the oddest feeling of being watched and turned slightly to see the houseboy, a black Jamaican lad of around 18, standing with folded towels, just inside the door, watching us. The tent on the front of his white trousers was obvious. When he saw me, he started to say something but I held my finger to my lips as though to say "shh," as I continued.

I have no idea why I did it. Probably it was the dark side of me. I also had no idea what Roseanne was going to say when she realised she had an audience for her deflowering, but the idea turned me on that I became a "porn star." I put on quite a show. She was laid back, her chin upwards, looking at the ceiling so had no idea of the audience. I made sure he saw everything and when she actually had a full blown orgasm, she dug her nails into my back, pulled me down and forced my cock even further inside as I blasted a load of cum into her.

"Wow that was really something," she said as her eyes caught the shape by the door.

"Turn down sir?" said the young man.

Roseanne fled for the bathroom and I stood up and walked towards the young guy, my semi-hard cock bouncing around. As I reached him I took the towels and squeezed his massive cock through his trousers. "Enjoy it?" I said.

"You bet," he replied.

I tipped him and off he went.

"You can come out now," I said to Roseanne.

"That was so embarrassing," she said when she came out.

"That was so erotic," I replied.

She looked at me oddly but didn't say anything.

We saw the young man on towel duty by the pool the next day and Roseanne wanted to avoid him, I forced her over to him and said a hearty, "Good Morning."

He responded with a dazzling white smile and Roseanne, blushed.

"I find the thought that this beautiful young man has seen my gorgeous wife being deflowered highly exciting," I said to her. "He was very erect, you know."

"Was he?"

"Oh yes he was, and I think that if you had beckoned him he would have done it to you as well."

"Joseph, don't be disgusting," she said, but she didn't sound annoyed.

As I said, mentally I had found it difficult to think of Roseanne in a wildly sexual way because of her background. I had waited so long to deflower Roseanne and had been such a slut myself, that I now found her virginal value very appealing and I suddenly had this craving to share it if I could. This wasn't something I had really thought about before, and in fact, when wanking, I had rarely wanked while thinking of her. She was so pure and virginal that in my wanking fantasies she just wasn't crude enough. Now in the blink of ten minutes, someone had watched me shagging her and seen her gaping wet cunt and she had become a sex object. I wanted her to be abused and to become a slut but hadn't the faintest idea how that would come around.

It took four days. Four days in which we had been into Kingston. Four days of me saying things like, "Imagine that tall black guy's cock inside you." Four days of wild sex in our room. She was insatiable loving sex, drinking more than I ever thought she would and talking surprisingly dirty during sex.

Virgin to slut in four days – impossible!

"How big do you think the houseboy was?" she said one evening on the third day after the event.

"Bigger than me," I said.

"He's very young," she said.

"Young and hung," said I.

"Surely you wouldn't want someone else to have sex with me on our honeymoon?"

I said nothing but raised my eyebrows.

"I've just never had any experience with anyone but you and I wonder what different people might be like. Wouldn't you be curious?"

The fact that to balance this she might be suggesting me with a woman, not another man, hadn't crossed her mind.

"We might never get another chance and we are on holiday," I said.

It's fair to say that most of these conversations took place after hefty quantities of wine in an evening. She had been kept from any heavy drinking and the freedom while on honeymoon had given her quite an appetite for alcohol. I realised that unless I really plied her, I was never going to fulfil this fantasy!

I caught the lad one late afternoon and had a word with him. His name was Taylor and I mentioned that my wife had been excited when she realised he was watching us. I told him that he had witnessed her losing her virginity and that really appealed to him. I asked him if he would like to have sex with her while I watched. He didn't need told twice. The following day he finished at 5.00pm so I suggested he pretend, like last time, he was turning down beds and I would get her on the bed and start having sex. This time I would ask him to join us. He was keen for a bit of fresh white cunt and I was keen to both see her get a black cock, but hopefully be able to handle it!

The following afternoon, my heartbeat was racing. We shared a bottle of wine at lunchtime and I fed her some extra strong Pina Coladas during the afternoon. I made a few suggestive suggestions as guys walked past in swimming trunks and she was very giggly. Surprisingly it was her that suggested around 4.30 pm, we go up to the room for an "afternoon snack."

I saw Taylor watch us go. In the room we showered together and I soaped her and kissed her, fingering her gently. She knelt and sucked my cock in the shower something she had taken to like a duck to water. She was learning very fast. We shared another glass of wine from the fridge as I tried to time our session to be in mid-fuck at 5.30pm. She was quite uninhibited by the time we reached the bed and I licked her cunt with her legs raised upwards in a "V" shape and over my shoulders.

"Oh yes, that's so good," she whimpered as I licked and probed her.

At 5.25pm I was ready for entry and started to gently fuck her, our backs to the bedroom door. She was becoming quite noisy in sex and as I also had the television on, even I didn't hear Taylor enter. Once more he stood and watched and it was the slight movement I saw reflected in the mirror that made me realise he was there. I beckoned him over and he stood by the bed as I fucked. He leaned forward and kissed Roseanne's right tit. With her eyes shut, she didn't realise. He slid his white shorts and his briefs down and a beautiful erect ebony cock sprung out which was easily 9 inches and thick. I gripped it as I fucked and he let me. I pulled his cock forward as he stood by the bed and he leaned to push it against Roseanne's lips. She opened and accepted it before it dawned on her she couldn't be fucked and suck my cock at the same time. Her eyes shot open.

"If she didn't have around 2 inches on cock in her mouth, she would have said, "What the Hell?"

I smiled and held her head in place. She looked at me, the black cock still lying across her mouth, then gripped it and started sucking like a mad thing. I held Taylor's stunningly firm ass as he thrust into her mouth and then I slid out and gave her to him. He climbed on to the bed as she lay there with a slightly nervous look. Taylor was a black Adonis and even Roseanne could see that it would be an honour to have him inside her. He kissed her very enthusiastically and I stood at the side stroking my cock. For his age, he was very experienced and knew how to pleasure her. His mouth roamed over her body at will and when he went between her legs, he pushed them wide and sunk his whole mouth and tongue into her. She screamed as his able tongue managed to bring her to a shuddering climax.

Not missing a stroke, he held out his hand and I took a condom. I opened it but withheld it, stretching in on to his cock as Roseanne watched her eyes like saucers. The thin shiny latex over his monstrous cock was a wonder to behold. He smiled that dazzling smile and climbed between her legs as I held him and gently pushed his cock to her open sex. He was good, very good. He teased her entrance and rolled his cock around gathering her copious fluids as he went. She leaned forward and gently stroked his balls. The moment arrived.

I knelt behind him and as if sensing what I wanted to see, he opened her wide. His arse was on full display to me, his little rosebud hole winking and he started to enter her fully. I could see every moment of his entry. I watched her skin part, I briefly saw her inside before his cock filled every available space and then I saw him gently plunge inside her, the walls of her vagina wrapping around his cock until his balls covered the last view of her and he started to fuck.

She wailed in time to each thrust and each wail was louder than the one before. Each time she reached a crescendo, he would slightly withdraw until she came back down, and then start again. I watched and wanked my heart beating so loudly it was thumping against my ribcage. Taylor thrust her gently as if sensing a near virgin might have problems with his massive dick. Mind you she had managed mine so was already quite stretched. I saw her liquids trickle out and coat the length of his cock as he pumped her.

Roseanne was now whimpering like an excited puppy. I knew he was better than I had been and I didn't care. My little angel was now a slut, with a long thick black man's cock pumping into her cunt. Her nails dug into his back and she was wailing as he brought her close to climax. Her second climax was so noisy I had to run and shut windows.

By the time I returned, he was withdrawing from her and she lay exhausted on the bed. I thought he had cum but his cock was still stiff and the condom was empty. He pulled off the rubber and asked me to lie beside her. I didn't fully understand but obliged. I lay alongside Roseanne and started to kiss her.

"That was amazing," she whispered.

As I looked up, a long black cock appeared over us and I realised Taylor wanted to cum over us.

"Are you ok with this?" I said looking at the "loaded gun" above us.

"Oh yes," she whispered breathlessly, "I have so much more I want to do."

The orgasm sprayed his seed over my chest and both our faces and necks. Taylor had been storing quite a load! When he squeezed the last drop onto my chest, he leaned over and offered his cock head to us. I saw Roseanne look a little apprehensive so I lifted my head and sucked his dwindling erection. The taste was awesome, slightly salty but with a hint of Roseanne's juices.

Taylor had a wicked smile as he climbed off the bed and said, "You finish her off and I'll watch."

I did and when I emptied my load into Roseanne and my brains felt like exploding, I realised my little virgin was going to be fun after all!

Taylor asked what we had done while we had been in Jamaica and I told him about our church and the visit to the local one, St Andrews in Kingston.

"St Andrews?" he said, his eyebrows raised. "My best friend is in the choir there."

"Don't tell him about is then because if this gets back....."

Taylor raised a hand and said, "If you and your new wife do nothing else, you will want to meet Luke."

He looked at Roseanne. "Did you enjoy what I just did to you?"

Roseanne blushed, her hands inadvertently slipping between her legs either to cover her slightly bruised cunt, or to feel it and remember the sensations she had just had. "I can't believe what I have done this week, and worse than that, I can't believe what I have become this week. I cannot tell a lie and must say it was amazing!"

"If I tell you Luke is my age, his cock is at least 10 inches and he is such a horny bastard, he will fuck anything on two legs. If you get together with me and Luke and your husband here, you will go home with the memory of a honeymoon to remember. Let me know what you think tomorrow."

It was over breakfast when Roseanne quietly said to me, "I think I want it to happen but wouldn't you be upset at your new English Rose being abused?"

I spoke carefully and explained that something had been unleashed in me and seeing her so happy and being so well serviced was one of the most exciting things I had ever experienced.

She rose from the table, picked up her book and sunglasses and said, "Organise it," as she walked away (before she could change her mind, perhaps?).

When I spoke to him, Taylor said it would have to be at Luke's place as he wouldn't be able to get him into the hotel. My nervous look at him told him I wasn't too keen at wandering around backstreet Kingston.

Taylor laughed. "Luke has a small flat paid by the church as he does caretaker work for them as well. It's where we go for some fun," he said.

"You take girls back to it?" I said.

"Not always girls," he said smiling. "I have to say that Luke will be as interested in you as your wife. Does that bother you?"

"Could be interesting," I said.

In my head, I felt the way I had when Leo first took his pants off and my heart started to skip.

I told Roseanne we had sorted it out and warned her that Luke was bisexual and I may have to "look interested" to keep it going.

"I'm sure you'll manage," she said with a smirk.

My little girl had definitely come a long way in a week!

We had to visit the church in Kingston two days later to present some gifts from the congregation back home so Taylor had organised for Luke to meet us afterwards and take us to the little apartment in the next street. My heart was pounding with excitement and Roseanne was apprehensive too, even talking of pulling out of the arrangement at one stage. A little dirty talk soon had her interested again and we felt safe enough with Taylor that if she did change her mind, everything would stop.

After the light lunch with the minister, we said our goodbyes and when he offered to get us a taxi, told him we had organised a driver from the hotel to explain Taylor's arrival at the main entrance. Around the corner we met Luke. Like Taylor he was a tall handsome young man with a well defined body, very dark skin and a dazzling smile.

"Are these the objects of my afternoon's pleasure?" he asked holding out his hand to Roseanne then myself.

I noticed his use of the plural. I would have put him as a year older than Taylor and certainly more mature in his manner and build. A beautiful man in all senses of the word and this did not go amiss with Roseanne who was fluttering eyelids like mad!

We entered the small apartment block which was well kept and seemed to have around eight flats, two on each floor. Luke was on the top floor and our entrance did not go unnoticed by other people in the area. I wondered if they guessed why a white couple were heading to a small flat with two young, attractive black men. Luke was certainly keen to get going and showed no shyness when we entered the apartment.

"Shower's that way," he said to me and Roseanne.

Though we had showered before leaving the hotel the heat outside Luke's, thankfully air-conditioned, flat, was sticky and humid. Roseanne started to take off her clothes in the shower room and Luke, walked past me, stripping as he went.

"Let me help her," he said with a grin.

Taylor was also stripping so I followed. As Roseanne stepped into the large shower cubicle, completely naked, Luke joined her, a massive semi-hard cock swinging down between his legs. Even soft, it was bigger than mine, but the girth made it look massive. He started to soap Roseanne and she laid back against the wall and let him, the water cascading down on her hair and face. He soaped her breasts as Taylor and I stood watching and idly masturbating. Roseanne was completely under his spell leaning back and allowing Luke total control of her. Eventually his soapy fingers entered her cunt and she gasped, her eyes shooting open and looking at me. She half smiled and then closed them again as his penetration continued. His cock by now was completely hard and I was glad her eyes were closed. The weight and size meant that though hard, it was standing at a downward 45 degree angle rather than straight out like Taylor and I.

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