Wrecked Wedding Night, Wrecked Rectum (Luke Powers, Black Master Book 1)

by Miriam Garrity

  Chet pressed on with his industrious reaming of his wife's finely toned kiester. His tongue drilled deeper and deeper into her bunghole, loosening up her sphincter and cleaning her out thoroughly.

  Chet surprised even himself - he had no idea his tongue was so long or so dexterous! She had been right; his tongue WAS good for something!

  He felt his tiny dick get erect and rise up to its full height of nearly 3 and a half inches. It hurt it was so rock-hard (well, pebble-hard to use a more size-appropriate metaphor), but his arms were pinned up by her strong thighs - he couldn't reach down to pleasure himself.

  Bunni noticed his arousal, "Oh, look!" she said it a mocking lilt, "his widdle teeny weenis is getting hard, how cute!" She flicked his nub of a dick with her finger. It stung, but he sprung back, undaunted.

  "I think he LIKES the idea of eating from my ass!” Bunni giggled with sadistic glee, “You'd like that, wouldn't you dear? You want Mommy to bake you a nice, hot, steaming brownie? Are you a hungry widdle birdie, Chettie?" she teased in an artificially sweet, high voice as she pinched and tweaked his miniscule excuse for manhood.

  "You BAD, girl," Luke chortled, shaking his head.

  Chet enjoyed the attention she was giving him and worked ever more diligently at drilling his tongue inside his newlywed wife's quivering asshole. Maybe if he pleased her in this way, she would return the favor...

  Above him, Luke was now reaching around Bunni with both arms, molesting her tits - one huge boob in each of his massive, muscular black hands. Chet could see the sinews of his forearms coiling and writing like snakes under his silky dark brown skin as he worked her finely-molded orbs of flesh.

  Bunni had reached back and pulled Luke's head to hers, her head turned back to meet his and they were locked in a passionate, deep French kiss. She was moaning and groaning into his mouth, writhing in pleasure from the sensations all over her body, tongue probing her from one end of her digestive tract to the other! She was in pure bliss.

  As Chet's tongue worked overtime probing her bowels, she reached back with her one free hand and grabbed Luke's prodigious, throbbing prick. It was pulsating and engorged, the veins popping out all over it.

  She stroked it and the angle it was at put it directly over Chet's face. He had a perfect view of it as she massaged and squeezed it. Her ministrations milked a few drops of precum from the large, purplish mushroom-like head and they fell from the cock onto her ass.

  Chet watched as they rolled, as if in slow-motion, down her cheeks, disappearing into her ass-crack, running down to her well-oiled asshole and into his mouth!

  Even though his mouth was filled with the tastes of all the bodily fluids that had been running copiously into it until now, he could clearly taste this new addition to the mixture. It was salty, but sweet as well. He was revolted by the thought (if not by the taste), but there was nothing he could do about it.

  Then Bunni did the thing Chet thought wasn't possible. She reached back with both hands and spread her tight, muscular asscheeks completely apart so that her asshole was now literally inside his mouth! His tongue slid another three inches into her ass. She shook with ecstasy at the sensation and groaned "oh, FUCK yes!"

  She leaned forward, and told Chet to keep his tongue in her ass as deep as he could. He obeyed and could now see his tongue inside her - it must have been in there about 5 or 6 inches. It WAS longer than his dick! He had been blessed with a tongue that would have given Gene Simmons a run for his money! Somehow, he felt like this made him more of a man (it didn't).

  “Hey, whiteboy,” Luke’s booming bass voice shook Chet out of his anilingual introspection. He looked up at the towering black man, 6’6” of pure muscle and 14 inches of big black dick.

  “What was that you called me befo’?” Luke feigned ignorance, “care to repeat dat now?”

  Chet’s eyes went wide with fear. There was no way he was going to call this black animal a nigger to his face – especially in this compromising situation! He shook his head as well as he could, pinned as he was beneath his wife’s ass.

  “SAY IT, BITCH!!!” Luke bellowed so loud and so suddenly that Bella jumped and squeezed a small fart out into Chet’s mouth.

  Chet’s heart was beating faster than ever now. If he didn’t do what the black bastard wanted, who knows what he would do to him. He had a killer look and he didn’t doubt that Luke would “pop a cap in his ass” or whatever it was black people did.

  On the other hand, if he called this man a nigger to his face, the repercussions would probably be just as bad, if not worse. He shook his head again.

  “BITCH, you SAY it or I gonna fuck yo pretty wife in the ass right here with my big ass black dick!” Luke’s wide open eyes bulged out, crazy with rage, “How you like that?!!”

  “Honey, just... stop being a pussy and own up to it,” Bunni sighed in annoyance, “just say what you so rudely called the nice black gentleman before.”

  Chet couldn’t believe this. Beads of sweat ran down his forehead. He was trapped, outnumbered and in no position to argue. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath (which smelled strongly of his wife’s insides) and reluctantly repeated the racial slur:

  “Ninnah.”

  It was the best he could manage with his tongue buried so deep in his wife’s hungry asshole.

  Luke and Bunni just burst out laughing. The two high-fived, guffawed and shook their heads at the ridiculous cuckold’s attempt at saying the racial epithet.

  “Damn whiteboy sound like a faggot racist with a goddamn stroke!” Luke howled.

  “Oh my GAWD, he DOES!” Bunni cracked up.

  “Ninnah, ninnah, ninnah!” Bunni mocked Chet in an annoying bratty teen voice while poking Luke in the chest. She was belly-laughing so hard she involuntarily farted in Chet’s mouth a couple more times – not that anyone but Chet noticed or cared.

  At least the tension had been broken. Chet felt a bit relieved, if momentarily.

  Then the shock came.

  Luke abruptly stopped laughing in an instant, his mood turning dead serious and his face was hard as granite. He grabbed a fistful of Bunni’s blonde hair in the back of her head and pulled back hard, making her arch her back severely. She gasped in surprise but couldn’t breathe at this angle.

  Then the black savage started spanking the shocked bride’s ass HARD. It rippled from the impact so much that Chet could feel the aftershocks on his tongue inside her anus.

  He spanked the white bitch ruthlessly, raining down blows on either cheek in an unpredictable pattern. Bunni cried out and screamed, bucking and farting in Chet’s mouth as she tried in vain to escape the punishment.

  Reflexively, Bunni reached back with a hand to protect her poor, vulnerable ass, but Luke took both her delicate wrists in one hand and raised them up behind her back uncomfortably. Then he twisted her long blonde hair around them, essentially trussing the white girl up with her own tresses!

  Luke clearly had experience doing this before.

  Luke continued the corporal punishment unabated for another 5-10 minutes, a brutal rear assault that had Bunni bawling in pain and humiliation. Tears streamed down her cheeks, making her mascara run and ruining her $500 makeup.

  Each stinging blow rang through the entire suite and Chet was certain that if they had any neighbors or if any staff passed by outside their room, they could hear the strikes and Bunni’s screams as clear as day.

  He even allowed himself the brief flash of hope that someone might hear her distress and come in and rescue them. But that was a child’s naïve fantasy and he knew it.

  By the time Luke was done punishing the white bride’s cheeks, they were glowing red and the blonde was doubled over, blubbering uncontrollably; her body wracked with pitiful, weak sobs.

  The whole time, though, Chet’s long tongue stayed buried in his new wife’s asshole. Luke did an excellent job of anchoring her down and not letting her escape his extremely rough manhandling.

  Chet lost count of how many times Bunni had
farted in his mouth accidentally. It hardly seemed to matter at the moment, with his poor wife distraught and degraded so.

  Was this finally enough, then? Had the black bastard finally gotten his kicks? It was impossible to read him. He began the punishment with absolutely zero apparent provocation, and ended it with equally obscure intent, saying not a word toward his motivation.

  3. Prima Nocte Culus

  Luke reached forward and pulled on Bunni’s hair, still tied around her wrists. He yanked her up so that she was sitting full-force on Chet’s face again, forcing his tongue all the way into her well-lubed butthole.

  Luke used her hair to twist her head and make her look back at him.

  “You know what you want, now, bitch,” Luke’s deep, gravelly voice made the captive white girl shudder, “SAY it.”

  “Oh God...” Bunni moaned. Chet expected her to beg for mercy, for the black assailant to leave them in peace.

  He didn’t expect what actually came out of her pretty mouth next!

  “FUCK my ASS with that BIG FUCKING BLACK DICK, you great BIG NIGGER FUCKER!!!” the blushing bride breathed huskily, eyes lidded with lust and primal need.

  Chet couldn’t believe the string of vile obscenities had actually come from his beautiful wife’s innocent-looking face! Did she just ASK this black animal to fuck her in the ass?!!

  Chet didn’t have time to wallow in his scandalized delicate sensibilities, for Luke promptly threw her face-down on the bed and positioned himself behind her glowing, throbbing red ass. And right over Chet’s face!

  The black monster’s throbbing, veiny, ebony cock cast a shadow over Chet's head. The trapped groom looked up just in time to see it coming, ramming speed, for Bunni's sopping-wet asshole, dilated from Chet’s prolonged deep-tonguing! Chet had no time to react - Luke's dick shoved into her tight butthole with surprising speed, using the groom’s own wet tongue as a kind of shoehorn!

  Bunni made the most bizarre sound: like a mixture between a groan and an exhale and a scream - a deep, guttural, animal sound like her breath had been forcefully SHOVED out of her.

  The white bride reached back and grabbed her asscheeks hard and spread them even further, pushing them back against Luke as he shoved the full length of his powerful, fever-hot rod into her hungry butt. Chet's tongue was trapped inside by the motion and the friction and the pressure. Her surprisingly strong rectal muscles contracted eagerly around the invading monster, pulling both it and Chet's tongue deeper inside her insatiably.

  Luke's heavy, slimy balls settled across the bridge of Chet's nose as the black goliath finally bottomed-out in Bunni's quivering, shaking buttocks - she moaned like a woman giving birth and he grabbed her by the jaw, pulled her face around to meet his and rammed his tongue down her throat.

  It was all Chet could to do hang onto Bunni's ass as the rodeo show began.

  Luke hammered her shithole like a piston at full power - his almighty Big Black Cock was like an unstoppable freight train driving the Excrement Express! His driving meat was a rock-hard fudgepacker doing 100 on the Hershey highway... and it was hitting the drive-through at the Bugger King with each trip!

  The mighty cockhead of Luke's massive tool was churning up the contents of Bunni's guts and chunks of Bunni's turds were being yanked from her deepest nether regions to be deposited on Chet's tongue then smushed all along its considerable length. Chet could taste every bit of the pilfered fecal matter and it made him gag uncontrollably.

  Not that either Bunni or Luke noticed in the slightest. He was nothing but lubricant to the two lust-fueled animals grunting and grasping and fucking in their obscene anal wrestling match above him.

  The anal pounding went on and on - Luke beat Bunni's punished poopchute like it owed him money.

  Chet thought his tongue was going to get rubbed raw by the friction, but there was so much shit coating his tongue that it protected it and kept it from going numb as well.

  Which also meant Chet could taste everything Bunni had eaten in the past day (some detached part of his mind realized Bunni had never gone to the bathroom all day, due to being monopolized by Luke the entire reception. Chet even swore he could taste their wedding cake - which really was quite delicious (he never got a chance to taste it first hand as Luke took his place in the cake cutting).

  The excess excrement was starting to liquefy and run down his tongue and into his mouth. He could feel it pooling against the back of this mouth at the opening to his throat. There was nothing he could do about it. He tried to prevent it, but his swallow reflex kicked in instinctually and he drank down the liquid crap concoction.

  Chet couldn't believe his sweet little Hunni Bunni's anus could take such severe abuse! More than a foot of wrought-iron, flaming hot Alabama Black Snake the width of Chet's ARM was plunging into her cute little tushie - to the HILT - at 210 beats per minute!

  Chet’s overwhelmed mind drifted back to happier memories – a defense mechanism to help him escape this trauma he was being forced to endure.

  He remembered the first time he saw Bunni at the cotillion... it was from behind and the first thing he admired about her was her tight, round, petite derrière... Now it was spread open like a well-read cheap paperback and her formerly dainty, feminine little rosebud was stretched out like a shower cap pulled over a bowling ball!

  Luke's shaft was delving into the depths of her shitter with such determination it was as if it was drilling for black gold... or brown gold, as it happened to be.

  Sweat poured off the two writhing, muscular figures, joined at the mouth and hips like some sort of obscene ouroboros, seemingly one continuous entity. They pulled and groped at each other with savage passion, their tongues twisted and thrusted into each other's mouths as if trying to consume the other's lust orally. Both of their well-toned bodies convulsed and rocked in a lusty tempo, the muscles in their buttocks and thighs dancing in a rhythmically dynamic way - like coils of snakes fighting beneath ebony and ivory satin sheets.

  Bunni had never felt so full and so helpless and overpowered in her life. It was like nothing she'd ever imagined. She felt as though she had regressed down the evolutionary ladder to the lowest of beasts, taking the dominant bull's phallus inside her any way he wanted to give it to her. She was helpless, bound by his sinewy, strapping arms, held fast by his vice-like, meaty hands and skewered upon his irrepressible, Herculean masculinity, thrusting into her with a carnal bestiality. If her mouth hasn’t been sealed to his, she'd have been howling like a bitch in heat!

  Every muscle in the two feral fornicators was flexing and undulating and throbbing in a rhythm as old and primitive as Man itself.

  Chet couldn't help but admire the beauty of the epic copulation he was honored enough to be a part of, in some small way. Here were two perfect specimens of the species doing exactly what mammals had been bred to do for millions of years, and doing it incredibly well. Well, except for the whole "using the wrong hole" thing.

  Speaking of which, his entire tongue was now coated with Bunni's stolen stool. He was certain he'd never, ever get that taste out of his mouth...

  Chet felt the lover's embrace change - a stiffening, a shifting of weight, a new urgency arising in their bodies. He heard their vocalizations getting louder, shorter, sharper.

  This was it.

  He'd never had sex with... well... anyone before, but he'd jerked off enough to know when an orgasm was building up. And the way these two had been going, this seemed like this was going to be one for the ages.

  As the two gripped each other even tighter, as their tongues probed ever wilder and deeper, he felt he should do his part, however minor. He had left his tongue to rest beneath Luke's cock along the bottom of Bunni's anal wall for the whole fucking, but now he moved it about, left and right licking both Luke's shaft and Bunni's rectum, flicking the tip of his tongue up and down to stimulate the two entwined lovers.

  That did it. It was the drop that broke the dam. Luke grabbed Bunni's hips with both of his massive hand
s while simultaneously yanking her back towards him violently and he rammed his colossal man muscle forward with tremendous force, plunging into the stygian depths of her bowels - to her very core.

  Bunni screamed into Luke's mouth, unable to withhold the exquisite pain and excruciating pleasure this sensation ignited in her. She bucked like a wild mare on his untamed beast of a cock, riding his vigorous, bruising assault with perfect counter-thrusts, impaling herself ever deeper on his throbbing, pulsating, swelling ebony organ.

  Luke pulled his head back and let out a roar that nearly split Chet's eardrums. Its deep, booming power filled the bridal bedroom, vibrating the glass and shaking Bunni and Chet to the bone.

  The huge Black Man EXPLODED inside Bunni and with the sensation of the first forceful, boiling salvo of NIGGER JIZZ splashing into her guts, Bunni came too, in a torrent of cuntjuice and piss, all over Chet's chest and neck, soaking their honeymoon bed and staining it yellow irrevocably. She came not in waves, but in tsunamis of pure rapture, an electrical charge of pure ecstasy coursing through her entire body from the tip of Luke's cock down to every nerve ending in her fingers, toes and scalp.

  Luke's fully-engorged prick pulsated with bestial heat and force against Chet's tongue as he felt the powerful gushes of heavy man-cream shooting down its impressive length and deep, deep into his newlywed wife's bowels. He could only imagine how much ball-lava was being pumped out of this erupting phallic volcano - he counted no less than 9 or 10 blistering dick-loads being pumped into his bride's inundated intestines... before it began to overflow and run back down her tail pipe and over Chet's tongue.

  The hot, thick, salty man seed poured down his shit-stained tongue, mixing with the excreta to make a sickly brown, viscous admixture that drained into his gaping mouth. It came so suddenly and so voluminously that it had pooled at the back of his throat and filled his mouth within just three of Luke’s powerful ejaculations.