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We were received much more cordially by the staff at the hotel and check-in went quickly. We were anxious to do a little sight seeing, but it had been a long day and since we had two weeks we decided to get a little rest and a decent meal and start exploring tomorrow.
It was July, and hot outside. The air conditioning in our room was very welcome. Lynn and I explored our room and then unpacked. We decided to take a quick shower and a nap before finding a nice place for dinner. It had been a long day and we had both been so excited about our trip that we had not slept well last night.
I never tired of watching my beautiful girlfriend undress. Lynn is a youthful 45, strawberry blonde, and stands five feet, two inches tall. Her breasts are 36B-cups and she shaves her pussy, and we both like it that way. I think it improves the sex.
We are fairly ‘safe’, sexually, but not boring. I am the only man Lynn has ever had sex with. I have only been with around six women besides her.
I love her to wear low-cut or revealing tops and I like to flash her to other men. She was reluctant, but she knows how much it turns me on and she goes along with it. She is more apt to go along with it on vacation when she knows that there is no one around that knows us or will ever see us again. It still embarrasses her, but I suppose that is part of the thrill for me. I have noticed though, that though she goes along reluctantly, she is always quite wet afterwards. I think she enjoys it more than she lets on.
We are both considered to be attractive, Lynn works in hosiery and I work in an office. We are just your average adult couple. Well, a bit above average maybe. In fact, there is no doubt that Lynn is hot, she loves cock.
We took a nap and when we awoke we were both hungry. We dressed and went downstairs and got directions to a nearby restaurant. Since it was so close we were able to walk and do a little window shopping on the way. It was a little late for dinner and too early for clubbing so the streets were not all that crowded. It was a pleasant walk. We did notice something that we were not used to. There seemed to be a rather large population of black people out and about.
We got to the restaurant and were seated immediately. We ordered drinks and a light supper and both the food and the service were excellent. We had good time and stayed until almost closing time. I paid and left a generous tip and we walked back to the hotel. We went back to our room and ordered a bottle of wine from room service and when it came we sat out on the balcony overlooking the hotel pool and sipped our wine and relaxed.
As we drank I noticed that our balcony was almost, not entirely, but almost private. There were a few other rooms that had a view of us, but it didn't seem like anyone was in a position to observe us. Since Lynn had been drinking most of the day I thought that I might be able to talk her into taking her clothes off and relaxing naked, the way I like her best.
We drank half of the wine and decided it was time for bed. Both of us fell asleep almost immediately; it had been a great first day.
The next few days were spent exploring the island. We also did some shopping. We didn't buy much. We picked up some postcards to send back to our friends and family and a few to keep for souvenirs.
We finally started hitting the beach on the fourth day. Lynn took one look around and saw all of the topless women on the beach and took her top off immediately. It was not the first time she had been topless at the beach, but we didn't get the opportunity that often.
I had mixed emotions. I loved the way her breasts looked when they were that almost glow in the dark white and contrasted with her tanned body. On the other hand, I loved seeing them exposed and I loved the idea that the other men on the beach were checking her out and admiring her tits. I also could tell that, despite her apparent lack of concern, she was self conscious about being bare breasted, at least at first, and I got a kick out of that.
We had begun to fall into a regular routine. After breakfast we’d go to the beach. Instead of lunch we’d have a piece of fruit, an apple or a peach and around 4 pm we’d head back to the hotel for a shower then we’d get ready for our evening meal. Lynn would put on something light and sexy and we would head out for dinner and then to the local bars for drinks.
Halfway through the second week we were standing outside a bar, talking with another couple from the UK and they mentioned a great little club that the locals went to with one of the best bands that they had ever heard. They were actually raving about how great the club was and how much fun they had had there.
It was too late to go that night, but they told us the name of the club urged us to give it a try. Lynn thought it better that we stick to the tourist areas and play it safe. But I was feeling adventurous and talked her into giving it a try.
The next night we were in a taxi, on our way to Banana Man's. The driver had looked at me funny when I told him that that was our destination. But I didn't think anything of it.
It was outside of the city and all by itself at the end of a long dirt road. We heard it long before we could see it. We had gotten much more comfortable about being with the locals by now. Everyone was very friendly and we felt safe wherever we went. Still, I was a little uncomfortable when we went inside and saw that more than half of the crowd was black, far more.
But we were not the only white faces in the crowd and we looked at each other and decided to give it a shot. We struggled through the crowd and finally found a table and managed to order some drinks. We were surprised to see that the waiter was no more than 14 years old, I looked around to see quite a few kids of around the same age cleaning tables etc, things were certainly more relaxed here.
The band was as good as we had been told and the dance floor was crowded. I looked around and didn't see anyone else that looked like tourists, but everyone that we saw was happy and smiling and having fun and the music was great and soon we were really getting into it.
We danced a little and I saw all the attention that Lynn was attracting and I was feeling pretty proud. She had several invitations to dance in between our dances and at first she declined them but I tried to encourage her to accept. After she had finished her second drink and loosened up a bit a tall, very good looking black man came up and asked her to dance at first she said no but he wasn’t having any of that, without a glance at me he pulled her to her feet and lead her to the dance floor. He wasn’t rough he just showed her he meant business.
Lynn had never danced with a black man before, but he was very good and soon they were the centre of attention on the dance floor. Her skirt was flipping up and showing off a little flash of panty from time to time. She really looked hot out there, though it did seem strange to see her surrounded by black people like that.
They danced through three songs and then the band took a break. The man brought Lynn back to the table and somehow ended up sitting with us and talking, mostly with Lynn. It was kind of funny, he was not invited to join us, and he didn't ask, he just kind of was there.
Three drinks appeared at our table and the black man introduced himself, though it was so loud in the club that I was not sure I understood his name. It sounded like he said his name was Harold, but he didn't look like a Harold.
We drank our drinks and Lynn and Harold talked. I couldn't hear what was being said so I just watched Lynn. She seemed nervous about having him there; like she wished he would leave but couldn't bring herself to tell him that. She looked at me meaningfully several times, but we were in a club full of black people and he was a rather large black man, I was not anxious to offend him.
They finished their drinks and he pulled Lynn back out onto the dance floor for several more dances. He was apparently going to teaching her some of the local dances and there seemed to be an inordinate amount of touching involved. I tried watching them closely, but they seemed to get swallowed up in the crowd on the dance floor and, except for a glimpse now and then, they were out of sight, Lynn's white face lost in that sea of black faces.
They returned after several more dances and sat back down across the table from me, her face flushed. Her dress looked, I don't know, sort of rumpled I guess. She was showing a lot of cleavage, the front of her dress had been tied with a bow. This had somehow become completely undone and Lynn was showing more than she intended. She didn’t seem to notice and I certainly did not tell her, I was enjoying it.
More drinks appeared and two more black men suddenly sat down, one on either side of me, cutting me off from Lynn. They talked loudly with Harold in a language that we didn't understand. They were all smiles though and seemed very friendly.
All three of the black men seemed to be in their early to mid twenties. And all were large and muscular. They were very imposing.
I watched as Lynn and Harold drank and talked into each others ears, which, of course required that they sit very close together. I could tell that the drinks were starting to have an effect on Lynn, but she wasn't relaxed. She looked very nervous but she seemed unable to distance herself from Harold.
Harold had one arm around the back of her chair and his hand was on Lynn's shoulder, but casually. He didn't appear to be holding her so much as getting close enough to talk.
One of the men sitting next to Lynn said something to Harold and pointed to Lynn’s chest Harold grinned and nodded and suddenly reached up and curled a finger inside the front of Lynn's dress and tugged at the material. Lynn wasn’t wearing a bra so her nipple was completely exposed. The three of them laughed.
Lynn gasped, and slapped his hand away, eventually, he removed it and they resumed talking. I tried to stand up. It was obvious that it was time to get out of here, get away from these three men and all of these black people and back to a nice safe tourist club. But as I started to get to my feet the men on either side of me put their hands on my shoulders and pulled me back into my seat.
They smiled at me; they didn't seem to be threatening me. But I was unable to get up and I didn't know what to do. I looked back over at Lynn and saw the anxious look on her face. Just as I looked at her I saw her jump, her eyes wide and I noticed that one of Harold's hands was now under the table. He was sliding a hand up her skirt.
I yelled to Harold and Lynn that it was time for us to go and Harold just looked at me and went back to talking to Lynn, and moving his hand under the table. Lynn’s face was flushed and she was breathing heavily. Her arms suddenly went to her sides and she began gripping the sides of the stool she was sitting on with her eyes fixed on his.
One of the men beside me leaned closer and, in a thickly accented voice said, "You don't want to leave now. It's early, the fun is just starting." He nodded towards Lynn.
I didn't know what to do. I couldn't fight these men and they wouldn't let me up. I was forced to sit helplessly and watch as Harold continued to amuse himself with Lynn. She looked so helpless, and so humiliated. And I felt helpless and unable to interfere.
My feeling of helplessness increased exponentially when Harold leaned down and kissed Lynn. She struggled to avoid him at first, but he held her in place and I could see his large tongue explore her mouth, making her cheeks bulge. She suddenly let out a grunt and her eyes rolled, I saw her mouth widen as she gave in and allowed his tongue to probe her.
Over the next hour or so Lynn was coaxed into consuming several more drinks. I don't know what they were, but they were strong. Harold and his buddies however drank the non-alcoholic kind. Lynn was taken back out to the dance floor again and she was soon lost in the sea of black faces, but twice I was sure that I saw her, and I could swear that the top of her dress was hanging loosely and she was dancing those sexy dances that Harold was teaching her while she was virtually topless in that sea of black people.
While she was gone I convinced the men sitting beside me that I had to use the men's room and they actually escorted me there and brought me back to the table. Not long after we sat back down I saw Harold bringing Lynn back to the table. She had a look on her face that I couldn't quite decipher. Not until they sat down and Harold pulled her thong panties out of his back pocket and held them up and spread them out to display them like a prize to the men beside me. It was obvious that he’d somehow removed them while they were on the dance floor. Harold was looking at me, daring me to say something, which of course I didn’t
I was still getting over the shock of this when I noticed a black guy approaching the table from the dance floor. He was quite small, around 5’3” and around the same age as Harold, his name was, I learned Severno. He swaggered up to where Harold was sitting and Harold nodded and they did a sort of handshake, they obviously knew each other. The guy looked at the table and saw Lynn’s panties; he smiled and in English asked Harold if he could dance with Lynn. I called to him saying I was Lynn’s boyfriend. He barely looked me and said something under his breath. Harold slowly got off his stool and they spoke. I couldn’t understand what they were saying but every so often Severno would nod and give me a contemptuous glance which made me feel very uneasy. I turned to Lynn but she was looking to the floor.
Severno came over and took Lynn by the arm, pulling her to her feet, she looked up in a daze then looked around to me as he lead her to the dance floor where I saw two other black guys waiting for him. As they got to the dance floor the music changed to a slow, romantic tempo.
From my stool I could pretty much see what was going on. Severno had one hand on Lynn’s ass. He pulled her toward him, sliding a leg between hers so that she had to straddle his right leg. The hand on her ass lifted her dress, exposing her naked cheeks, while his other tugged at the front of Lynn’s dress, exposing even more of her breasts. They were now threatening to burst out the dress altogether.
I saw Lynn’s mouth open in a vain attempt at protest Severno began to gyrate his hips, grinding him between her legs. This silenced her immediately and I saw her hands, which had been on his chest, fall to her sides; I knew this to be a sign of her surrender, allowing him control over her.
Then they were masked by the other people dancing. I caught sight of them a couple of minutes later. Severno’s right hand was still exposing her ass while his left was holding her by the back of her neck. He was now very much in control and I saw that Lynn was grinding her hips against his thigh, which was still between her legs, their faces were close together and I could see he was holding her in an intense stare.
Severno began to kiss her, very deeply; she immediately returned his kiss, her hands still at her sides. Once again my view of them was obscured by the sea of black faces. I needed the bathroom again and was, as before escorted by the two guys either side of me. They laughed to each other saying that there was no way that I could satisfy Lynn with such a puny penis. I felt utterly degraded.
When I returned I saw Severno standing off the dance floor, talking to Harold. I looked around the dance floor and saw Lynn was dancing with one of Severno’s friends. The music was still slow and the guy was holding the back of Lynn’s head, controlling her in a deep, passionate kiss. The second of Severno’s friend approached Lynn from behind and spun her toward him, he held her tightly as he too took her mouth with his.
This continued for several minutes, Lynn being passed between the two, Severno then returned and spoke to Lynn and I saw him taking her towards a door, off the dance floor. I felt sure he was taking her to be raped but then I saw the sign on the door, it was a toilet. Severno waited outside.
A short time later Lynn emerged and was brought back to the table. After a quick conversation in which I saw Severno pass something to Harold, Severno left. I looked at Lynn, she was exhausted from the work out Severno and his friends had given her, I tried to catch her eye but she wouldn’t look at me now. Harold plied her with more drink and began to kiss her; her eyes were closed as she returned his kisses
I watched in shock now as they kissed. His hand came up and slid into the top of her dress, cupping her warm, naked flesh as if he owned her. The realisation hit me hard.
I started to struggle to my feet again, with the same results as my last effort. I was slammed back into my seat with ease and the two large, smiling men beside me just shook their heads at me and went back to watching Harold molesting Lynn.
Harold finally broke the kiss and took his hand away and I saw the desperate look on Lynn's face. I also saw that one of her breasts remained exposed after Harold removed his hand. She reached up to straighten her top and Harold stopped her, pushing her hand away and shaking his head He picked up her drink and thrust it to her and as she took a large gulp, Harold leaned forward and pulled at the material so that now both of her nipples were exposed, not just to us, but to the large press of black men that were standing around our table, many of them watching us instead of the people on the dance floor. The guy next to me leaned forward and whispered something to Lynn and I saw her whimper and push out her chest, pushing her breasts forward, they sort of burst out of her dress, completely exposing them.
I didn't know how we were going to get out of this and I was getting really scared. I enjoyed seeing Lynn flash the guys from time to time. I will even admit that, in my most secret fantasies I found the idea of her having sex with another man while I watched to be very exciting. But we were in a situation now that we had totally lost control of and there was not a sympathetic face in the place. And for some reason it seemed so much more threatening because they spoke among themselves in a language that we didn't understand. We knew that they were talking about us, or at least they were talking about Lynn, but we had no idea what was being said and it was scary.
The guy next to me had moved so he sat right next to Lynn, with Harold on the other side, both were now reaching under the table, in front of Lynn. I saw her jump and let out a squeal. The other black guy next to me pushed me backwards and leaned across me to see what his friends were doing. I turned to see Lynn’s legs had been spread wide, the guys either side had put one of her legs over their knee, completely exposing her pussy. Lynn was forced to grip the sides of the stool to stop her from sliding off.
I watched as Harold reached down and started toying with Lynn's nipples, making them hard, pulling on them. The other guy winked at me then began to slide his thick fingers between Lynn’s pussy lips. They were obviously very wet from her workout on the dance floor. Lynn could only sit there panting helplessly, looking from one to the other and permit them free reign over her. Harold called to one of the young waiters who was standing close to our table. Harold said something to the kid who smiled and took Lynn’s camera phone from her bag, he flipped it open, activating the camera and began to take photos of Lynn’s pussy with it.
Lynn let out a sob and turned her head away. She has always been conscious about the inner lips of her pussy which are quite pronounced and here they were, being laid open and photographed.
Harold and his two friends spoke among themselves again and then they gulped their drinks down and stood up. For just a second I thought that it might be over. They were leaving!
But it wasn't over. Harold pulled a still panting Lynn to her feet and with her breasts still exposed, he led her towards the door. I was pulled to my feet and with a large black man on either side of me, was forced to follow. I turned to see the kid waiter had pocketed Lynn’s phone and was emptying the contents of her bag onto the table top, taking what he wanted. He picked up her panties from the table and sniffed the crotch. Then in a mocking farewell gesture began to wave them at me before putting them in his pocket. I turned to see Harold guiding Lynn with his large black hand on her ass. His hand was under her skirt which was raised to her waist as we walked outside.
I tried to tell them that we had to leave and I tried to get between Lynn and Harold, but I was just as much under their control as Lynn was. We walked slowly out into the parking lot and gathered around a passenger van.
I could do nothing as Harold pulled Lynn close and kissed her passionately once more, all the while his hands explored her body at will. She struggled for a second, but she knew that it was useless and she let him have his way.
While he was kissing her, his hands went to her shoulders and he began to slide the top of her dress down, automatically Lynn slid her arms out of the dress as her top half was exposed. Her breasts had been uncovered anyway, but still it made both of us very uncomfortable, although it obviously pleased Harold's friends.
Lynn was going to get raped tonight, and I realized finally that if I was going to have any chance to stop it I had to do it here. There was the slightest chance that if someone saw me struggling they might come to our aid or call the police. I didn't believe for a moment that would happen, but once we got in that van Lynn was theirs.
I suddenly rushed Harold, but I didn't even get close. The two men beside me grabbed me and then one of them held me while the other one hit me in the stomach so hard that I threw up. I dropped to my knees and my stomach emptied itself. Then I had the dry heaves for a few minutes. When it was all over I just wanted to curl up in a ball. But I was pulled back to my feet and one of the men said quietly, "Have you learned your lesson, or do we need to tie you up?"
I saw Lynn looking at me tears in her eyes. Harold was holding her, apparently she had tried to come to my assistance and he stopped her. I looked at Lynn in anguish; there was nothing that I could do. I told them I would behave and they let me go. I stood there holding my aching stomach. Lynn gave me a disgusted look as Harold took her back into his arms. Immediately, Lynn began to return his kisses pushing her breasts out toward him.
We were standing in a large parking lot and people were coming and going all around us. Sometimes they would spot Lynn standing there half naked and stop and watch for a moment, others just yelled encouragement as they walked past. I couldn't understand the words, but the tone was obvious.
After what seemed like an age Harold stepped back, away from Lynn who did not move. He waited, allowing her to stand there before him, helpless. Then he nodded to the second black guy who approached Lynn. And spun her sharply around to face him. He began to kiss her, pressing his lips hard against hers, she opened her mouth wide for him.
Harold finally pulled Lynn's dress the rest of the way off and then he opened the van and pushed Lynn in ahead of him. Harold sat down in one of the captain's chairs in the centre of the van and tossed the keys to one of the two men who were with him. I was put into the front passenger seat. The third black man sat beside Harold and Lynn was put on her knees on the carpeted floor, before them.
As the van drove slowly out of the parking lot, Harold pulled his large, black cock out of his pants Lynn sat staring at it wide-eyed. “Seen anything like this before, slut?” Asked Harold. Lynn half glanced in my direction, then returned her gaze to his cock. “No” she whispered. Harold smiled and nodded at Lynn who began to suck him immediately as we rode down the dirt road.
The driver scared the hell out of me as he drove the van through the narrow back roads with his eyes glued to the rear-view mirror. We had several close calls, but each time the men just laughed and joked about it.
I was forced to watch as Harold finally emptied his balls into Lynn's mouth. She gagged as she struggled to swallow his large load of hot cum and then she sat up breathless as a few drops that she had missed ran down her chin.
The man sitting beside Harold suddenly reached over and grabbed Lynn's hair and pulled her over in front of him. I hadn't seen him pull his cock out, but it was already standing up straight from his lap, her face was pulled down and forced into his crotch. She opened her mouth and took him in and began sucking obediently.
This man was neither gentle nor patient and Lynn was having a hard time of it. As she struggled to satisfy this man with her mouth, amazingly Harold was hard again. He fell to his knees behind Lynn and spread her knees further apart. He began rubbing her pussy and gave a satisfied laugh when he heard her juices squelching under his expert fingers. Lynn let out a moan as he lined up his fat, black cock. As soon as the tip touched her it was as if she’d had been given an electric shock, she arched her back pushing her pussy toward him. He laughed and began slowly sliding into her. She seemed to come to her senses and called out “No! Please, please don’t.” She let out a gasp and then began to pant loudly as Harold made sure she felt every inch of his cock as he slid deeper into her. Up until now I was the only man who had ever made love to her. Harold’s black cock was a lot longer and thicker than mine so her pussy wasn’t used to it. I could see the immense pleasure on Harold’s face. “Jesus this slut is tight” he said as he drove deeper into my fianc? His cock must have been at least ten inches long and he was now up to the hilt, his large balls touching her outer lips. He stayed there, motionless, giving her time to adjust to his immense length and girth. Lynn’s mouth was gaping and she was letting out small grunts. Her head half turned and she called out my name. The realisation hit us both that another man’s cock had invaded her and was now taking over her pussy.
There was a second realisation. For some time now I had encouraged Lynn to fantasise about being taken by black cock during our love making and whenever she masturbated. It had got to the point where I no longer needed to prompt her. She would automatically think of black men while we had sex and whenever she played with her pussy. Her fantasy was now happening for real and in effect, I had prepared her for her new lovers.
Harold now began to withdraw. For an instant I saw the large head of his cock and then he slid back into her. He began a steady rhythm and Lynn began to moan loudly. Her pussy was dripping wet, covering his cock with her juices, making it slick and shiny. He was pumping her hard now, slamming in and out, making a loud slapping noise. The van was filled with the smell of sex. Harold’s friend grabbed Lynn’s hair and guided her to his cock. She began to suck him while Harold power fucked her from behind.
The friend didn't last that long and soon he filled Lynn's mouth with another load of fresh cum. But he didn't let her up. He held her with his softening cock in her mouth making sure she swallowed every drop while Harold pounded away at her pussy from behind. It was so humiliating, seeing her there, helpless, being raped by those two large black men as they talked among themselves about her and laughed at our helplessness.
The van driver finally pulled over and parked in front of a small house in a not so nice part of town. But no one got out. For what seemed like ages, Harold continued to fuck Lynn from behind until he finally began tense up Sensing he was about to come Lynn began to struggle. “NO! NO! Please don’t come in me, NO!” She begged. Harold told her to “Shut the fuck up!” and then he did something, something I couldn’t see which made Lynn grunt loudly and arch her back again allowing him to thrust deeper. He grabbed her hips and came hard in her unprotected pussy. For an instant he withdrew and a thick glob of semen splashed against her outer lips, then his cock slid back in, taking the semen with it.
He remained in place for at least another minute, making sure his seed was deep inside her before he finally pulled his cock out of her and then grabbed her by the hair and pulled her around and made her suck his cock clean.
She struggled to resist him again, pushing against his hard stomach with her small white hands. But he said something to his friend and suddenly his friend reached out and slapped me violently.
Lynn got the message and she stopped struggling and sucked Harold's cock clean.
The two men in the back put their cocks away and got out of the van and the driver stood up and moved between the seats and sat down in back with Lynn. He pulled his cock out and Lynn moved between his widespread legs without waiting to be told.
She wrapped her lips around his cock and with the van door wide open and people walking by on both sides of the van she worked to bring him off as quickly as possible. Realising this he leaned forwards and slapped her ass hard. She got the message and slowed up, making sure she gave him as much pleasure as possible. He reached down and began to squeeze her tits roughly, pulling at her nipples, all the while laughing and talking with his two friends until finally he sat back and closed his eyes and about twenty minutes later he, too, filled her mouth with fresh hot cum.
Lynn swallowed hard and then licked the last the last couple of drops from the head of his cock. She sat back gasping and he got out of the van and put his pants back together with people still walking past, glancing curiously at Lynn and then walking on. Harold went to the back of the van and emerged holding a short skirt and strappy top. He threw them to Lynn telling her to put them on.
We were pulled out of the van then and Lynn seemed to be in shock. I had not had a chance to speak with her since Harold had moved in and somehow just taken over our lives. I am not even sure how he had done it. He didn't threaten us or drug us or even physically abuse us until out in the parking lot as we were leaving the club. But Lynn and I both realized that he was in charge of us now and we had no choice but to obey him.
There were no sidewalks in this part of town. The roads were mostly dirt and the houses either wooden shanties or small cinderblock buildings. We were led into a small cinderblock house. It was very small. The shabbily furnished living room and eat-in-kitchen were all one room. There were two doors off of the main room, both doors were open and I could see that one was a tiny bathroom and the other a small bedroom.
Harold went to the refrigerator and got out three beers and gave one to each of his two friends. While everyone was getting comfortable, everyone but us, an old man came out of the bedroom and looked around. He looked at Lynn and me and then at Harold and they spoke in that language of theirs for several minutes.
The old man had at first seemed irritated at having been disturbed. But he had smiled when he spotted us, or rather Lynn, and as they spoke his smile got wider. He finally took a couple of steps closer and walked around Lynn, inspecting her body closely.
Harold ordered me to sit in one of the straight back chairs in the kitchen. He warned me to be silent and not to move or his friends would have to give me another lesson in manners.
I moved quickly to the chair and as I sat down, the old man roughly stripped Lynn of her clothing. I watched as he reached out his wrinkled hands and began to explore Lynn's breasts. He played with them for a long time before he moved his hand down over her stomach and began to caress her ass and then, after nudging her legs farther apart with his foot, he began to explore her pussy. Lynn turned her head away but her pussy betrayed her with the amount of juice she supplied him with.
As he moved his hand over her he kept up a running conversation with Harold, though sometimes the other two joined in. I was able to recognize one word of the conversation, and from it I deduced that the old man was Harold's father.
Harold and his two friends seemed to be teasing him, egging him on. Finally he slipped off his boxer shorts, the only thing that he had on, and he pulled Lynn's face down to his crotch. I was amazed at how long the old man's cock was. It was soft, but it was at least eight inches long.
The old man guided her face over his genitals for a moment and then, while bent over at the waist, she was forced to take his cock into her mouth and suck.
It was hard to tell how old these people were. I would guess that the old man was in his late sixties or early seventies. But it didn't take him long to get hard. He still had the full use of his manhood. Once he was fully erect he spun Lynn around so that she was facing the rest of us and after rubbing his cock up and down between her thighs for a moment he said something to her roughly in that foreign tongue.
Harold gave her an evil smile and said, "My father wants you to put his cock into your cunt please Lynn."
Lynn reached down and took hold of his thick cock, which was now at least nine inches long, she guided it into her slit which was still moist from all the abuse that it had already received this evening.
As soon as he felt the head of his cock lodged in her slit the old man roughly pulled her hand away and began pounding into her violently while holding onto her hip with one hand and slapping her ass with the other. And all the while Harold and his two buddies were egging him on loudly.
I saw the look of anguish on Lynn's face and the tears running down her cheeks and I wanted desperately to help her. But I knew that there was nothing that I could do against these thugs.
The old man pounded into her for a very long time while we all watched. After what seemed like an age one of Harold's friends got up and walked over and asked her if she was having a good time. She just stared at him until he reached out and started pulling hard on her nipples.
She groaned in pain and managed to gasp, "Yes! Yes, I'm having a good time!"

Harold's other friend got up from his seat then and approached them. For the first time I realized that he was holding a movie camera and was recording everything. He came in for some close-ups now and while he filmed the old man and the man who was pulling on Lynn's nipples and licking her face turned up the torment even more.
As I watched I felt so guilty because of the fantasies that I had enjoyed about watching Lynn with other men, and now that it was coming true it was so far out of control and not at all what I had fantasized about.
The old man who was fucking Lynn started yelling, I have no idea what, and he stopped slapping her and grabbed both hips with his hands and thrust into her violently several more times and then he tensed up and we could all see that he was cumming in her.
After a moment he collapsed over her and rested there for a minute before pulling out. He walked over to Harold with his slimy cock swaying from side to side and he leaned down and hugged him and talked to him excitedly for a moment. Then he went to the kitchen and got a beer and sat down on the couch and stared at Lynn.
Lynn had straightened up after he walked away and was standing there on trembling legs waiting for the next indignity. She didn't have long to wait. Harold stood up and began to undress as he leered at Lynn. When he was naked he walked over to her and took her chin in his hand and lifted her face to his and kissed her passionately. She stood there passively for a moment, but he didn't stand for that for very long.
He grabbed her nipples in both hands and began twisting and pulling and he whispered something to her. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him close and began to kiss him like a long lost lover, her mouth opening wide.
That was what he wanted and they kissed for a very long time, deep passionate kisses before he pushed her to her knees and forced his cock into her mouth again. She didn't hesitate. She immediately began to suck slowly on his large black cock as though she wanted that more than anything in the world, every so often she would look up at him for approval.
His cock hardened rapidly and when he was satisfied he moved around behind her and shoved his cock into the poor abused pussy that his father had just finished fucking so brutally.
Lynn gasped and put her head down on her arms, arching her back to let Harold fuck her violently as the camera moved around them and got some good close-ups. But while he was raping her his friend began to undress and soon he was kneeling in front of her and lifting her head by the hair. He slapped the cock on her face a couple of times and she obediently took his cock into her mouth and while Harold pistoned into her from the rear his friend held her head between his hands and began to force more and more of his cock into her mouth until with one last violent stroke his cock entered her throat and sent him right over the edge. He held her head pressed tightly to his stomach and I could see her lips stretched uncomfortably around the base of his cock as it throbbed and shot another load of cum straight down her throat.
She struggled at first, but soon gave in and let them do whatever they wanted to her. Harold had been watching as he fucked her and when he saw his friend's cock slide right down her throat it must have really excited him because in less than a minute he too shot a fresh load of cum into Lynn.
After Lynn sucked the first man clean Harold grabbed her hair and pulled her around and she sucked him clean as well. The cameraman got a lot of close-ups of her sucking and licking his slimy cock and balls, and then he got a few good shots of the stream of cum dripping out of her gaping pussy and running down her thighs.
After both men moved away she collapsed in a ball on the floor and cried quietly. But she wasn't done yet. The man who had been operating the camera handed it off to his friend and began to slowly undress while standing over Lynn.
Once he was naked it started all over again. He clicked his fingers and she kneeled before him. With her hands resting on his muscular thighs she sucked and licked his cock and his balls until he was hard and throbbing. Then he turned her around and put her down on all fours again and he began to move his cock in and out of her slippery cunt, but not for long. After a minute he pulled out and spread the cheeks of Lynn's ass and began forcing his cock into her asshole.
Lynn screamed and tried to crawl away, but he held her tight and forced the head of his large cock into her. She screamed again when it popped in past the tiny ping grommet that was his target.
Anal sex was never something I had a burning desire for it was just something that we hadn't tried, so we gave it a shot. This guy didn't care that he was hurting her. No, that isn't right, he liked that he was hurting her. And he wasn't going to stop.
He continued to force his cock into her as she screamed and he didn't stop until he was buried to the hilt. His cock was probably only an inch longer than mine, but it was a lot thicker. She was sobbing now and her fists were beating on the floor as she begged him over and over to stop, to pull his cock out of her.
And the entire time he smiled and joked with his friends and they continued to cheer him on. I suppose that we can be thankful that he had been so turned on as he filmed her previous rapes, because between that and how tight her ass was he came very quickly. He left his cock inside of her for a very long time, but finally it popped out and he continued to kneel behind her.
When she didn't move he slapped her ass brutally and she screamed again. But then she realized what he was waiting for and she spun around and began to clean his cock and balls with her tongue.
After his cock was clean he reclaimed the camera and after another exchange of gibberish Lynn was ordered to crawl across the small room and suck off Harold's father again, to completion this time.
It took a long time to get the old man off. I was surprised that he could get seconds at all. Hell, I was shocked that he was capable of firsts! But finally he filled Lynn's mouth with cum and she swallowed and the old man got up and patted her on the head and after a brief exchange with his son he went to his room and went to bed.
Harold's two friends got dressed and left and I waited impatiently to see if we were to be released. I felt almost like someone had hit me in the gut again when Harold came over to me and asked me if I had to use the bathroom.
I hadn't even realized how badly I did need to go to the bathroom until he asked. I nodded and he let me go and use the tiny bathroom, with the door open. When I returned he ordered me back in the chair and then he handcuffed my wrists to the rear legs and tied my ankles to the front legs.
When I was secured to his satisfaction he escorted Lynn to the bathroom. I don't know what happened in there, she protested loudly a couple of times before there was a long silence and then they came out again. Whatever Harold had done in there was pretty embarrassing; Lynn wouldn't even look in my direction.
Harold pulled out the sleeper portion of the sleeper sofa and after pushing Lynn down onto the nasty mattress he crawled up beside her and wrapped his arms and legs around her and went to sleep.
I drifted off a few times during the night. But it seemed like every time I would drift off for a few minutes I would wake up to the sight of Harold fucking Lynn hard. Sometimes it was her mouth, sometimes her pussy, and once he was forcing his cock into her already bruised asshole. The man must be some sort of satyr. He was completely and totally insatiable.
The last time I woke up in the morning I smelled coffee and opened my eyes to see Harold's father fucking Lynn again while Harold was moving around the kitchen making coffee and toast. Lynn was moaning loudly. Her arms were outstretched and her head was nodding up she and I knew she was coming. It was several moments before I realized that I was no longer secured to the chair.
I looked over my shoulder at Harold and asked and received permission to go to the bathroom. I went to the bathroom and washed my face and hands and when I returned Harold's father was still fucking her deeply. He whispered something to her and I saw her spread her legs wider and push her pussy toward him. He let out a loud groan and emptied another load into my fiancee’s pussy before collapsing on top of her.
I went back to my chair and Harold handed me a cup of black coffee and a slice of toast and indicated that I should pull my chair up to the rickety kitchen table.
The old man lay on top of Lynn for a long time, slowly grinding his pelvis against her. All that could be seen of Lynn was her face sticking out over his shoulder. Looking at her broke my heart as she lay there helplessly under that smelly old man.
Lynn let out a groan as he finally withdrew and Harold reminded her of her clean up duties. She got to her hands and knees and moved down and took the old man's still hard cock into her mouth and sucked him clean while he groped her breasts roughly. When she had finished Lynn kissed the head of his cock, he pulled her to her feet and pulled her head roughly backward by her hair. With her mouth gaping, the old man began to kiss Lynn deeply; once again I could see her cheeks bulge as his tongue explored her mouth. To my surprise, Lynn’s arms fell to her side and she pushed her breasts out toward the old man.
After around ten minutes, Harold finally called him over and poured him a cup of coffee and gave him some toast. Lynn sat on the side of the foldaway bed with her face in her hands. She appeared to be crying quietly, every so often she would shudder, at first I thought she was cold but when I saw how wet her pussy was I realized she was still coming.
The old man looked at me and grinned mockingly. “Now you’ve seen what a real man can do no?” He poured some coffee into a cup and got up from the table and walked over to Lynn. The old man pressed the cup to her lips and Lynn drank, he turned to me again. “A woman like this is made to be fucked by real men, by black men.” He was stroking the back of her head and as if to prove his point, bent down towards Lynn. She looked up and immediately opened her mouth to receive his. He kissed her deeply. Lynn began to gently caress his huge ball sack. I turned away when I saw her throat moving up and down as she swallowed his saliva.
Harold smiled at me and said, "I know that you are scheduled to fly home the day after tomorrow. Don't worry; you will be on that flight. But until then, I am having a lot of fun playing with you. I am going to make this a vacation to remember for both of you. You rich tourists come here and treat everyone like dirt for a week or two and go home. My friends and I pick out a couple every now and then and teach them a lesson in humility. We don't really care if you learn the lesson. We have a great time teaching it. That is what is important." He leaned forward, making sure I was listening. “Things will never be the same between the two of you from now on.” He nodded towards Lynn, “She is no longer your woman, this you will discover upon your return home.” “What are you talking about?” I asked. That same evil smile I had seen before returned. “I have relatives in England,” he replied, “I think they shall be paying Lynn a visit.”
The End of the Beginning.

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