Guess What Happened on My Way to my Honeymoon? Part 1 joejoe_75202@yahoo.com
My wife and I have had many adventures since our honeymoon.
This is to be read by consensual Adults and does contain any one under the age of nine. It does contain sex among men and women men and men. It starts out not being consensual but becomes consensual. I hope everyone will enjoy reading it and contact me. I have checked for spelling and grammar mistakes but there are bound to be some that I have missed. Please enjoy Part 1 of MY Adventures
This had to be the happiest day of my life. I had just gotten married to my highs school virgin sweet heart the most fabulous girl in the entire school as far as I was concerned. She told me I was the handsome football player at our school. Brenda and I had been dating for five years and she had gone to most of my games. I didn't get to see her very much because of practice, working out in the gym and working on career as a coach some day for one of the NFL teams.
Brenda I have to admit had the largest breasts in the entire high school. Please don't ask me what cup size or things like that. I was too embarrassed to ever ask her questions like that. She had a slim waist and average size hips and is five four and weights a hundred and five pounds. I know this because she told me. She was one of those lucky girls that could eat whatever she wanted and not gain a pound.
I'm Jason six feet tall, a hundred and eighty pounds of pure muscle. I don't mind bragging after all I put enough time in the gym to get this body as well as on the football field. The only thing I lacked was penis size and an aggressive sexual appetite. I measured my penis when it was rock hard and it was five inches, slim and small rocket like head on it. My balls were also small. That's a muscle unfortunately wouldn't grow with exercise. I just hoped Brenda wouldn't have a great need for sex in our marriage.
I considered myself lucky because one of the small universities in the south hired me as their assistant coach. I hadn't been to where I was hired but was told every one of the young men were black in their early twenties. I was to fly out a week before their first game so I could get acquainted with the head coach and players.
I had planned on asking Brenda to marry me once I knew I had a full time job and could support her. This was my first job and so I asked Brenda to marry me and she said yes. I didn't have a lot of money for an expensive honeymoon and we would have to move to where I had been accepted as assistant coach anyway. We decided to combine our honeymoon with moving all in one. That way we could see the sites of our new city and settle into married life the same time. We didn't have a large wedding. I didn't have any brothers or sisters and either did Brenda. So at our wedding it was basically our parents a few of our friends that's all. My parents had a reception in their living room when we got home from the church. Brenda changed into a pale blue conservative dress that went to her knees and was buttoned almost to her neck and had short sleeves and a pair of sandals. I changed into a pair of jeans and T-shirt and a pair of sandals. At the airport we put our luggage through and boarded the plane waving to our parents before getting on the plane. It was a three hour flit and Brenda sat by the window. When we got to our destination I hailed down a taxi to take us to the hotel we'd be staying at for a week. Our new apartment wouldn't be ready until the end of the week.
I was nervous about our first night. I had never had sex with a woman before and as far as I know Brenda was a virgin. She told me she was going to change into something more comfortable. I turned on the TV to catch the weather and maybe some sports scores. I was watching TV for a good half hour when Brenda walked out of the bathroom. She was wearing a light pink transparent dress that was about four inches above her knees so low cut half her large breast were exposed. The first think I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra or panties. I felt myself shaking with excitement. I felt overdressed wearing my blue jeans, t-shirt and sandals. I was ready to tell Brenda I would change into something more comfortable when the phone range. Only my new boss the coach of the small collage would know where I was staying and what room I'd be in. I picked up the receiver and said. "Hello."
On the other end I heard Coach Terry Conrad's voice. "I'm sorry to cut your honeymoon short Jason but I want you to come down to the football field changing rooms. It's important so don't bother changing come as you are and bring your lovely wife as well. That's an order Jason. I have sent one of the players over to pick you both up. He will be in a dark blue Ford coup." Coach Conrad said and the line went dead.
"That was my boss Brenda and he wants me down at the football fiend right away. He wants me to bring you with me. Don't ask me because he didn't explain himself. He just told me to get down their right away and not even bother changing." I said. "Of course I want you to change. You can't go the way your dressed, Brenda."
"You just got the job of your dreams assistant coach that could lead to coaching and who knows after that Jason. If your coach told you to get down their right away and never mind about changing then we better get down there." Brenda said.
I was feeling embarrass. I had gotten a boner when I saw what Brenda was wearing or lack of what she was wearing. I looked at her exposed hug breasts that showed through her skimpy top. This actually was the first time I saw them. She always wore dresses, blouses, sweaters that covered most of her large breasts. I also noticed she was aroused by the looks of her large erect nipples.
"Come on Jason we haven't got time to waist." Brenda said. You said the coach had sent someone over to pick us up. They must be in front of the hotel waiting for us."
"Okay, lets' go then Brenda." I said opening the door letting Brenda walk into the hall and followed behind her. Brenda and I walked out the front door of the hotel.
"Could that be our ride?" Brenda asked pointing to a car parked in front of the hotel.
"Yes it is." I answered and waved. The car pulled up in front of the hotel and a muscular black man in his early twenties stepped out. He towered over me. I'm six feet so the black muscular man had to be at least six-five or six-six. He was wearing jean shorts, a white T-shirt and sandals.
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Austin." The athletic black man greeted us starring at Brenda's, half exposed, large breasts. He didn't say anything about her large breasts, but I could tell by the twinkle in his eyes, he liked what he saw. "My name is Hank. We got to get a move on it because the coach is waiting for us." Hank said. I looked down before turning around to walk to the other side of the car. I noticed a large bulge in his jean shorts.
"Hello Hank. Please don't call us Mr. and Mrs. Austin. Call us Jason and Brenda." I said opening the front door and let Brenda get in. I closed the door and got in the back seat. Hank started the car. We were soon driving through the downtown area of the city.
"The coach told me to drop you off in front of the locker room. The coach told me he would be inside waiting for you both." Hank said. "You sure are a lucky guy to have a beautiful wife."
I sat back and tried to relax but felt nervous about meeting Coach Conrad in person. I'd only talked to him on the phone so far. He had sounded aggressive, dominant, deep voice over the phone.
It didn't take long to drive through the city. Hank pulled the car in front of a row of small buildings. I took for granted buildings were the team locker rooms. The big football field was to the right of locker rooms. Down the road I saw a couple of large older buildings. They must have been part of the university.
"That's the door you and Brenda are supposed to go in Jason. Coach Conrad will be waiting for you. Just walk in and don't bother to knock." Hank said after we got out of the car. I could see Hank looking Brenda up and down. His sparking eyes starred at her large breasts. "See you around Jason, Brenda I have to get changed for practice." Hank said waving and walking in the opposite direction.
Brenda and I waved to Hank. I walked to the door Hank had pointed to and opened it. I held it open without looking inside to let Brenda walk it. I walked in behind Brenda and saw a room full of tall, black muscular men. The big, black muscular men were in their late teens and early twenties. Most of the muscular men were bare chested. Some of the muscular men were wearing jeans, some boxers and some only had towels wrapped around their wastes. I even caught a couple grabbing towels and throwing them over their exposed cocks when Benda and I entered the locker room.
"You must be Jason and Brenda Austin." A muscular black man six-four in his mid -thirties said. "I'm Coach Terry Conrad. "Please call me Coach Terry, that's what everyone calls me. I was just talking to the team our team is playing against next week. I was welcoming them to the collage. " Coach Terry said. "My goodness you're more gorgeous than I imagined Brenda. This is going to work out fine. It's going to work out even better than I planned. I can see all the players are taking a good look at you Brenda. When I hired your husband I didn't tell him I had plans for you Brenda. I've been thinking about something like this for a few years but never found a couple that met the requirements I was looking for. Not until I heard about the two of you, that is." Coach Terry said.
"You never said anything about Brenda when you hired me Coach Terry. What's this all about?" I asked. "The thing is these football players haven't been with a woman in weeks. I think you can see that by the way they are all looking at your wife Jason. Look at the way they're licking their lips." Coach Terry said licking his own lips. I could see his big hand rubbing the big bulge in his red gym shorts.
"I thought you hired me because you thought I would be the best man for the job as your assistant coach. What's Brenda got to do with it? You shouldn't be encouraging these young men staring at my wife. You shouldn't be massaging yourself in front of her." I said feeling myself getting angry.
"Knock it off Jason." Coach Terry said. Then he walked up to me and whispered in my ear. "The guys are just looking at your attractive wife. She doesn't seem to mind. Don't you want the Bronco's to win their first game? I planned the players, our team the Bronco's, are playing against to get side tracked. The guys I had figured would be side tracked so much they wouldn't play as well as they normally would. Tell your wife to undo some of the buttons on her dress Jason."
"What are you saying Coach Terry." I said not believing I heard the coach correctly.
"I'm telling you to order Brenda to undo a couple of the buttons on her dress. Can't you hear me?" The coach whispered. "Do you want to be my assistant coach or not Jason? It's only a couple of buttons Jason.
I turned around and looked at Brenda. I had waited my entire life at the chance to be a coach. This would be my chance to see my dreams come true starting off as an assistant coach and it was only a couple of buttons. "Brenda I have a favour to ask you. I wouldn't ask but what you do may help me keep this assistant coach job. Could you undo a couple of buttons at the top of your dress?" I asked bending my head down the same time I asked Brenda to undo a couple buttons.
"Of course I will Jason. I know it's been your dream to be a coach and starting off as an assistant coach is a good chance of becoming a coach." Brenda answered quicker than I expected. I wanted her to wine, put up a fuss and tell me I was a jerk for even consider asking her to unbutton the top of her pink dress.
I looked at Brenda unbutton the top bottom of her dress followed by another button and even a third button. Then I looked around the room full of half-dressed muscular young black men. Most of the guys were staring at Brenda and rubbing their crotches. I thought Brenda's huge breasts had been overly exposed when we walked in the locker room. The only things keeping the top of her pale pink transparent dress top on was her erect nipples. "Go ahead Brenda undo the last two buttons and let those big boobs out. Your fucking boobs are almost out anyway." Coach Terry yelled. Brenda looked at me, then the coach and the black muscular young football players. She undid the last two buttons of the top of her dress and the dress fell to her waist. Her large breasts swung freely with her large hard nipples pointing out. "Is that alright Coach Terry?" She asked looking at Coach Terry. Coach Terry stood up and walked over to Brenda. He put his large hands on each of her large breast. "Yes it's perfect Brenda. You don't mind me holding your big breasts. Do you Brenda?" Coach Terry asked. "I'm sure you want to help your husband's team, the Bronco's, win their first game."
"Yes of course I want to help the Bronco's win their first game." Brenda answered.
"Prove it and go over and let the team players feel of those big boobs of yours Brenda." Coach Terry said.
My head felt lite headed. Was I hearing correctly? Was my boss Coach Terry asking Brenda to go the players our team would be playing against next Friday? Worse was he telling Brenda to let the big, black muscular young men to feel her breasts? It couldn't be happening. I hadn't even touched Brenda's breasts. I felt frozen to my seat watching my bride of only a few hours walked over to a bunch of muscular, black young men. Her large breasts swayed in front of each player. There had to be close to fifty football players in the locker room. Brenda went from player to player.
"Don't just let the horny studs feel your boobs bitch have a feel what the boys have between their muscular legs." Coach Terry said.
"What the fuck. You have gone far enough Coach Terry." I yelled.
"Fuck off and shut your mouth asshole. Go ahead bitch do what I told you." Coach Terry groaned.
A couple of the black muscular young men pulled the towels over their lap on the floor. I was surprised to see their huge cocks bounce up and slapped up against their washboard, muscular stomachs. "Fuck bitch it's been a hell of long time since a woman touched my cock." One of the black muscular men sneered. Brenda bent down and took his cock in her hand. His cock had to be at least twice the size as my cock when I was hard. The huge mushroom shaped, purple colored cock head hole was spurting more pre-cum that I produced in a week jacking off. The guy's pre-cum was dripping all over Brenda's small hands. I couldn't believe what she did next. She took her hand away from his massive cock and licker her hand. "Don't bother licking my stuff on your hand get down there and lick my cock slut." The young black man yelled. "Hurry the fuck up bitch before I explode."
"That's enough guys." Coach Terry said. "It's enough unless you studs would rather take the week fucking this bitch instead of doing something stupid like practice."
"Fuck the practice." I heard all the black muscular young men yell the same time.
"We're the best team around. We'll beat your team hands down without practicing." The black muscular young man Brenda had her hand wrapped around. "Get down there and chow down my cock." "Fuck by the end of the week these football players are going to be so warren out after fucking your slutty wife. They'll be lucky if they can stand up. This is working out even better than I imagined." Coach Terry whispered in my ear.
"Shit you had this planned before you even hired me. How did you know about Brenda and me being engaged? How did you know what Brenda looked like? How did you know I'd let Brenda do whatever you told her to help me with my career? How did you know to call knowing Brenda would be wearing her see through pink nightie?" I groaned asking every question I could think of asking. I didn't but expect Coach Terry to answer my questions. This was bazar. It was a night mare. I pinched myself on my arm hoping I'd wake up. I didn't wake up because I wasn't asleep.
"Mmmmmmm." I heard Brenda moaning and looked down. She had the muscular black young man's huge cock head in her mouth and moaning like a fucking slut."
"Hurry up and suck his cock bitch." A black man sitting on the bench beside me yelled.
"Stop rushing the slut." Coach Terry said. "The slut has the entire week to suck your cocks not to mention for you all to fuck her pussy and ass. You have your week cut out for you bitch. You have over a hundred horny big black cocks to take care of slut."
"I think you should get down on your hands and knees and blow some of the players Jason. You're just standing around doing nothing anyway. Any of you guys opposed to getting your big cocks sucked by a fag? Just keep your eyes closed and imagine it's his wife blowing you."
"Fuck right off Coach. No fucking way am I getting blowing a guy?" I yelled. "It's bad enough you have Brenda on her hands and knees giving out blow jobs. How could you even ask me to blow guys? I'm your assistant coach." I looked down at my disgusting wife on her hands and knees with a big black cock down here throat. Her neck was expanded like a balloon. That's when I noticed her dress was pulled up to her waist and a big muscular black man was behind her holding her hips in his big hands ramming his massive ten inch cock in her virgin vagina. I felt like crying. I didn't even get to be the one to take my brides cherry. She must have loved him fucking her because she kept pushing her ass back the same time the giant cock rammed in her wet pussy.
"I'm not asking you to suck cock Jason. I'm ordering you to suck cock. It's because you are my assistant coach I'm telling you to suck cock. I own you like I own your slutty wife." Terry laughed. "Get down there faggot. You can start with me." Coach Terry said and pulled his white T-shirt up his chest, over his head and threw it on the floor. He turned around facing me. He towered over me. Then when I wasn't expecting him he grabbed the top of my white T-shirt and ripped it down to my waist. "Pull out my cock faggot. Don't take all day about it either."
I was totally stunned what I heard my new boss saying. I didn't know what to say or do. I suddenly felt his large hands on my shoulders and I was being forced to my knees. I looked up from where I was kneeling. Coach Terry pushed his red gym shorts down his muscular black legs. He wasn't wearing any underwear and his foot long beer can thick cock slapped my left cheek. His cock head felt like a club hitting my cheek. His pre-cum had splashed across my nose, lips and down my chin. Then he took both his hands and pried my mouth open and stuck a couple of his dirty fingers in my mouth. Don't you dare bit or it'll be the last thing you ever bite. If you ever think of saying one word outside this locker room think again. I have a camera man filming everything. He's an expert at filming. He can make someone being raped look like they are begging for cock." Coach Terry said pulling his fingers out of my open mouth ramming his big mushroom shaped, purple colored cock head in my mouth. I could feel my eyes watering as I chocked on the huge cock head.
All my coughing didn't detour Coach Terry. If anything it turned him on. He took my head in each of his big hands and pushed his huge cock head until I could feel it at the back of my throat. I could feel the bile from my lunch coming from my stomach. I knew any second if he didn't pull his cock head out of my throat I was going to throw up. I guess the coach knew what was about to happen because he pulled his cock out of my throat. He only had his big cock head in my mouth. "Breath through your nose, bitch." Coach Terry yelled and laughed. "Your fucking wife isn't putting a fucking fuss like you are faggot. She's gobbled down two loads and working another one while you're tossing all over my cock. The bitch is even taking it up the ass. That's what you'll be doing soon, taking these studs up your fucking ass faggot."
I couldn't believe I was on my hands and knees with my muscular black boss's foot long, beer can thick cock in my mouth. I managed to take a deep breath and swallowed the bile coming up my throat. I was half way taking a second breath through my nose when Coach Terry rammed half his cock down my throat. I looked up and saw his huge ball sack inching closer and closer to my bottom lip. I couldn't breathe, but it didn't seem to bother Coach Terry. He pushed more of his thick cock down my throat. I took another look and his balls were resting on my bottom lip. Fuck I had Coach Terry's beer can thick foot long cock down my throat.
"That's a good assistant." Coach Terry groaned.
I couldn't help moaning around his thick cock. I felt proud I had swallowed the coach's thick, foot long, black cock. I was glad when Coach Terry began to pull his cock out of my mouth until only his huge cockhead was in my mouth. I heard guys yelling around me. "Hurry the fuck up guys. I want a turn with one of the fucking bitches. I don't give a shit if it's the fag or his slutty wife."
"Get on your hands and knees fag. Make that male cunt available for the team." Coach Terry said.
I didn't even think twice about getting on my kneeling. I felt someone's large hands pulling my bubble butt open and felt spit land on my asshole then another glob of spit and another glob of spit.
"Get ready." I heard a deep voice behind say. "I'm about to take your cherry. That will make you a fucking bitch dog in heat like your whore wife."
End of Part One. joejoe_75202@yahoo.com My wife and I have had many adventures since our honeymoon.