"Wrecked Wedding Night, Wrecked Rectum"

Bunni and Chet's wedding had been crashed by a large, black man that Chet had mistaken for the limo driver. Everyone was shocked when Luke loudly objected to the union of Chet and Bunni on the grounds that "a fine piece of ass like that deserves better than that pencildick bitch!" But Chet's groomsmen assumed it was all a prank one of them had pulled on Chet and laughed it off. Everyone was a bit surprised when Luke showed up at the wedding reception as well. Especially once Chet and his groomsmen talked and none of them could figure out who the rather rude and rather large black guy was. When Luke stole the seat next to the bride and started talking her up, Chet started to get a little peeved. But he didn't want to ruin the reception - Bunni's parents had invested an obscene sum in the affair and all of their country club friends were in attendance. So it was with horror that Bunni's parents watched Luke take the first dance with the bride on the dancefloor. And not just any dance, but a very intimate, dirty dance. His hands were all over her, grabbing at her ass and kneading it like dough as he whispered who-knew-what kinds of depravities in her ear. Chet was incensed, now. Who was this guy and how dare he besmirch their special day like this?! Was he some drunk with nothing better to do? Some homeless guy in a nice suit? And why was it that the more champagne Bunni drank, the less she seemed to be resisting Luke's rude advances? Finally, Chet's best man couldn't take it anymore. Dirk was always a bit of a hothead, and he was Bunni's big brother. He strode out onto the balcony where Luke was feeding Bunni some wedding cake by making her suck it off his middle finger and tapped Luke brusquely on the shoulder. Before he could even get his confrontational words out, Luke froze him in the sort of "angry black man" glare that made most well-off white guys like Dirk cross the street in the city. Luke grabbed the offending hand, twisted Dirk easily like a ragdoll and tossed him into the pool. All without taking his other hand's middle finger out between Bunni's sucking lips. After that, nobody much felt like confronting Luke and he only got bolder. When Luke took Chet's place during the bridal garter toss, Chet was pretty sure Luke reached up way further than he needed to in order to find the garter. It seemed like it took him a long time to find the garter and even Bunni seemed to be getting uncomfortable. She was shifting in her seat as Luke felt around, then jumped sharply and started sweating and getting flush. She grunted a few times as Luke seemed to be roughly poking around trying to find the garter. When it seemed like Bunni couldn't take it anymore, Luke suddenly pulled his hand out with the garter. Bunni looked surprised and, Chet noticed with a bit of confusion... frustrated? Luke threw the garter and Chet caught it. It was sopping wet, probably from all the sweat produced by the constant and energetic dancing Bunni had been doing all night with Luke. Chet looked over at Bunni and she was sucking on his fingers again, but Chet had no idea why - there was no cake on them this time. He was really confused. The night went on and now the dances were getting downright raunchy, with Bunni grinding her ass in Luke's crotch while his large black hands mauled her bountiful breasts. Everyone, including Chet, could clearly see the massive tentpole straining the zipper of Luke's dress pants. The rest of the wedding guests had gone and the only people left were the DJ, Chet and Luke and Bunni, on the dance floor. It was the last song, a slow love song. Luke and Bunni were dancing face-to-face with his hands on her ass, her hands on his and his tongue down her throat. He was grinding his hard-on against her belly and she was gyrating her hips. Finally, the DJ wrapped things up and Luke and Bunni came off the dance floor. Luke left and Bunni came over to Chet. "Ready for our Honeymoon, baby?" She sang sweetly. Chet couldn't believe it was over, just like that. He assented weakly and rose to take her hand and walk with her to the limo. When they arrived at the hotel, Bunni seemed quite excited. They had only made small talk on the ride over, talking about how beautiful the service was, the nice weather they had and how yummy the cake had been. Bunni never mentioned Luke and Chet wasn't about to bring it up himself. The limo driver let them out and got their bags. Chet and Bunni got to the Honeymoon Suite - they had it rented out for two weeks - and Chet unlocked the door. He turned to pick up Bunni and carry her across the threshold, but she instead turned to the limo driver, who picked her up instead! For the first time, Chet looked up at the Limo driver's face and saw it was Luke! Luke shoved Chet aside through the door to the suite and carried Bunni over the threshold into the bedroom and threw her on the bed. Chet followed, dumbfounded. He watched in impotent paralysis as Luke held Bunni face down, grabbed her wedding dress by the seams and literally RIPPED it off of her! Yanking and pulling with no regard for the expense of the exquisite satin and taffeta white gown, no concern for Chet and Bunni's possible desires to have it as a keepsake of their union for all time, and certainly no concern for Bunni as he yanked and pulled, contorting her poor limbs this way and that. Then he tore off her bra and her lacy white underwear, grabbing it from the back and ripping it from between her thighs. She struggled as he did this crying "Ow! ow!" but he shut her up by giving her several sharp open-palmed SMACKs on her ass reverberating loudly around the room and leaving large red handprints that covered her entire cheek. When he was done, she lay there exhausted and sweaty, roughed up and sore. She looked back over her shoulder at him as he stood back up by the side of the bed. Chet thought she would be livid, furious at Luke for destroying her dress and treating her so brutishly, but she had an entirely different expression on her face than he expected. It looked more wild, wide-eyed and primal. She was heaving and had her eyes locked on his. Somehow she looked both challenging and submissive. Chet spoke up and broke the tension, "See here, now, um, driver, I don't think that was necessary! I think we won't be needing you anymore tonight, and I intend to lodge a complaint with the service..." Chet barely managed to eke out the end of the sentence as Luke had turned his gaze on him and Chet felt his courage drain away. He considered reaching for his wallet to offer the man a tip, hoping it might make him go away, but now Bunni spoke. "Well, don't just stand there, honey," her demeanor had completely changed, now she was all sunny and bubbly again, "Get naked! We've got some celebrating to do!" Bunni chirped as Luke stood at the bed, watching. Chet felt very self-conscious, but did as she said. He took everything off except his boxer shorts and his bow tie which she instructed him to keep on because it was "cute". She pulled him over to the bed and yanked off his boxer shorts to his surprise. His small, skinny, pale penis hung flaccid from his patch of blonde pubic hair, barely peeking out. With the bizarre conditions, he couldn't bring himself to be aroused. Bunni's eyes opened wide and she gasped. Luke chuckled. Chet tried to protest, but Bunni cut him off. She couldn't believe it was so small. That's what she got for saving herself for marriage, he should have told her about this! That's not fair to her. Chet argued that it wasn't THAT small! Bunni disagreed and asked Luke if he could show his, for comparison, to see if Chet was right. Luke happily obliged and got COMPLETELY naked himself (which was completely unnecessary, Chet thought). When his soda-can-thick 12-inch monster flopped out of his pants and swung down and smacked obscenely against his muscular thigh, Chet thought he was going to faint. Bunni let out an audible squeal and couldn't take her eyes off of the ebony monster dangling pendulously before them. "Well, I guess that settles THAT debate!" she rasped. Chet felt very uncomfortable now, but Bunni took control. She told him he might still be good for something and had him lie down on the bed with his head near the edge and his feet toward the headboard. She then squatted over him facing him, with her cunt in his face. "Let's see if your tongue can reach places your little dickie can't!" She settled her wet pussy over Chet's mouth and he obliged her, licking away and tasting her for the first time. She was sweet and clean-tasting. Bunni moaned and began to gyrate a little. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, he head falling back. Chet finally felt a stirring in his loins and completely forgot about Luke as he felt his wedding night had, at last, begun in earnest. But he made the mistake of opening his eyes. Not only was Luke still there, but he was standing extremely close, his massive black cock dangling mere inches from Chet's face as he watched Chet eating Bunni out. Luke's eyes hungrily leered at the moaning and squirming bride, running his gaze up and down her toned curves, he skin covered in a sheen of perspiration. Her perfect breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing. She opened her eyes and locked them with Luke. As they glared at each other, she began to grind her cunt into Chet's mouth harder and harder, faster and faster. Chet's heart began to beat so hard he could feel it. This wasn't going to end well, he thought. Suddenly, Bunni began bucking and convulsing. Chet could taste her wetness really flowing now and watched as all the muscles up and down her torso rippled. She reached out and grabbed Luke by the neck and came with a vengeance in Chet's mouth. Chet lapped and licked obediently as she flooded his mouth with her juices. Luke and Bunni's faces were as close as they could be without kissing and she smiled. Bunni let Luke go and rose up off of Chet, his face soaked with her cum. Chet went to sit up, but she held him down, "whoa, whoa, stay right there," she said as she turned around, sitting over him again, but now facing away with her ass in his face. "Let's see what that tongue of yours can do with THIS end!" She teased as she lowered her asshole onto his mouth. Chet was shocked at what she was suggesting, but did as she wanted. He was fully in her sway, now, and was powerless beneath her. He flicked his tongue along her chocolate starfish, taking a few tentative little tastes. She cooed and, encouraged, he wriggled his well-lubricated tongue into her quivering anus only to be rewarded with a rude-sounding and foul-tasting fart that made Luke chuckle and Bunni giggle. But Chet was not dissuaded, in fact he felt a sense of accomplishment as he pushed his tongue in further and she sighed and gyrated her hips on his face. As he darted his tongue in-and-out, tasting her salty insides, he watched as she reached back and pulled Luke towards her. She leaned back against his broad, sweaty chest and used him as leverage to grind her ass down on Chet's face. Chet's tongue drilled deeper and deeper into her asshole, 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 hard and rise up to its full height of nearly 3 and a half inches. It hurt it was so hard, but his arms were pinned up by her strong thighs - he could reach down to pleasure himself. 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). Then the shock came. Luke's throbbing, veiny, ebony cock cast a shadow over Chet's head and he looked up to see it coming, ramming speed, for Bunni's sopping-wet, slightly gaping asshole! Chet had no time to react, Luke's dick shoved into her tight butthole with surprising speed, using his own 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. She grabbed her asscheeks harder 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. Luke's 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 a 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 punished Bunni's battered 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 his tongue and kept it from going numb as well. Meaning he could taste everything Bunni had eaten in the past day (he swore he could taste their wedding cake - which really was quite delicious). 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 instinctually, his swallow reflex kicked in and he drank down the liquid crap concoction. Chet couldn't believe Bunni's anus could take such severe abuse! A full 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 a rate of something like a hundred times a minute! Chet 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 derriere. Now it was spread open like a well-read cheap paperback and her formerly dainty, feminine little rosebud was now stretched out like a showercap stretched 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 Siamese twins, seemingly inseparable. They pulled and groped at each other with savage passion, their tongues twisted and thrusted in each other's mouths as if trying to consume the other's lust orally. 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 covered, she'd be howling! 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 copulating 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'd never get that taste out of his mouth, he felt. 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 hands and simultaneously yanked her back towards him violently and 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-humps, impaling herself ever deeper on his throbbing, pulsating, swelling organ. Luke pulled his head back and let out a roar that nearly split Chet's eardrums. It's deep, stentorian reverberation filled the bridal bedroom, vibrating the glass and shaking Bunni and Chet to the bone. He EXPLODED inside Bunni and with the sensation of the first, forceful, hot shower of black man's jizz splashing against the inside of her belly, 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 into his newlywed wife's guts. 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 and down his throat. He didn't even try to stop it, he simply swallowed it down and accepted this gift - this combination of bodily contents from both of the lovers using him - churned together by their passion and deposited in him to ingest and make a part of him forever. He now belonged to them, inside and out. After about 4 or 5 more sizable spurts, Luke's deluge of dicksauce finally abated. Chet had swallowed maybe 2 or 3 mouthfuls of shitjizz that had been squirted out down his tongue. Luke and Bunni quivered and shook, breathing heavily and embracing each other. Bunni, completely spent and exhausted, lay limp in her black god's virile and encompassing arms, prostate against the ebony Adonis' well-built chest. Her own breast heaving in synch with his. They reposed in this way for some time, basking in the euphoric aftermath of their monumental anal debauchery, one for the ages to be sure. Finally, the golden silence was broken, by Luke. "I gotta take a piss," he said abruptly, "I ain't gone all fuckin' day and I drank way too fuckin' much for that." Bunni giggled, gave him a kiss and leaned forward. Luke looked down and saw Chet, with his tongue still up in Bunni's asshole and chuckled, "mm, that was GOOD... with the tongue up in there and everything?" Bunni "mmmm"ed in agreement. "I'm tellin' you, from now on, that's the ONLY way I'm gonna fuck a white bitch's ass - with her punk-ass faggot's tongue up in there!" Luke grinned broadly and Bunni laughed, her not-completely-destroyed anal muscles clenching with the laughter, squeezing another couple dollops of cumcrap into Chet's rank-smelling sewer of a mouth. Slowly, inexorably, Luke still-impressive, semi-hard giant of a log slid out of her used, gaping anus, smearing yet more feces and spunk along Chet's flattened tongue as he did so. Bunni, leaning forward, exhaled in relief as if she was dropping the biggest load of her life. "Damn, that's nasty," Luke said as he watched his own slimy, veiny tool slide out of Bunni's red and bruised back door. Finally, only the bulbous glans of his monster remained inside her orifice, held there by her stretched-out sphincter which had contracted to match the circumference of his shaft. Luke pulled but said he didn't want to tear her; she'd have to help and push, too. She strained and grunted and, with a combined effort, Luke's fat, pendulous, filthy cock finally popped out of her devastated fudge canal and smacked Chet right in the face and slid off, leaving a shit-slime smear down his cheek and brow. Chet looked at Bunni's now fully-gaped anal opening. The entire passage was open and he could see a good several inches up it. It was an incredible sight, a scene of utter anal devastation. Not only had Luke wrecked their wedding night, he had wrecked Bunni's rectum for good, it appeared. "Ewww, what's that smell?!" Bunni gagged. "I ain't sure if that's you, or the punk boy, here, his mouth looks like a damn toilet!" Luke observed. Suddenly there was an awful sound. Like something evil gurgling up from the depths of Hell. Something vile and obscene, glurping and schlupping, squelching and burping. "What the fuck?" Luke muttered. "Oh no-" Bunni exhaled, horrified, "I think that was ME!" Suddenly, and without warning, before Chet could even process Bunni's last declaration, a flood of brown & cream-colored, viscous, boiling butt-splooge came shooting down Bunni's still-gaping, ruined anal passageway, over Chet's tongue and right into his mouth. Bunni looked back and saw the spectacle herself. "Oh my GOD!!!" Chet choked and gagged on the torrent of turd-stained jizz but Bunni thought quickly and sat back upright, sealing her anal ring over his mouth and reached back and squeezed his nostrils shut so he couldn't breathe. His eyes shot wide open, staring up at her in shock, trying to understand why she would do this to him. "Drink it, you faggot!" She screamed at him as if he was an idiot, "Swallow all of your black master's precious gift! Don't you dare reject his seed, bitch!" Chet looked at her, then to Luke who had a surprised, but vulgar grin on his face, then back at Bunni. She was dead serious. This was his new place now, and she was putting him in it. His mouth was full to the brim, now with this foul soup of black man's baby batter and liquefied shit - a special concoction that had been brewed deep within his new wife's bowels for him. He swallowed. He swallowed again and again and drank it all down obediently. Each swallow made an audible gulp and was so large it made his eyes water. With each swallow, Bunni's eyes opened wider and her scowl turned from anger to one of pure sadistic pervert's delight. She waited until he seemed to run out, then let go of his nose to let him breathe, but only for a second. For she then strained, squinting her eyes some and wiggling as if to churn up some more of Luke's spunk from her bowels and squirt it down to Chet's mouth, which she did. Again it filled Chet's mouth, and again he swallowed it all. By the third time she was really digging deep, struggling and straining, flexing her abdomen and pushing hard. Suddenly a huge, load, pungent fart exploded from her asshole directly into Chet's mouth, echoing through his nose as it forced a spray of semen and snot from his nose onto Bunni's back. "Oh my GOD, you dirty little SHIT!" she screamed and closed his nose back up, squeezing so tight it made him cry out into her ass. At that very moment, she pushed as hard as she could and a sudden look of surprise flashed across her face. Chet saw the look and knew it couldn't be good. Almost instantly, a rushing, voluminous, soft turd came shooting out of Bunni's intestines, down her anal canal, over Chet's long tongue and straight into his gullet. Chet, having expected more jizz, was caught completely off guard and began to buck and jerk violently under Bunni. But Bunni was quick and stronger than she looked; she pinned him down and held him there as she shit straight into his mouth! "OH FUCK YEAH!" She cried as she expulsed a torrent of churned crap into her husband's gaping maw, "EAT MY SHIT, YOU WORTHLESS FUCKING TOILET BOY!! DO IT!!!" Chet knew this was his place now, there was no turning back, Bunni would never see him as a human being again, much less any kind of man. This was the only way he was going to be of use to her and her new black lover. So he swallowed. He swallowed the soft, rancid shit that Luke had frothed up in her, deep inside her bowels, which he had then injected with his hot nut butter and stirred into a foul, seething mess. This was his meal, now, made especially for him. "Damn, you white bitches is crazy," Luke shook his head, now a bystander to this depraved spectacle. Bunni didn't hear him. She was too busy writhing and bucking and squirming, pushing harder and shit-talking her brand new husband, berating him into being her personal shit-eating toilet slave. "Oh GOD, here comes some MORE, I can FEEL it! Oh! OH SHIT! OH FUCK THIS IS BIG!" She screamed as she sat bolt upright, put all her weight down on Chet's face and dropped a huge, thick, solid log down her helpless husband's open gullet. Chet couldn't stop from swallowing it if he tried. The angle was just right and his throat had been open already when the tip of the turd snake shot out of her distended anus and right down his esophagus. He felt like he was suffocating as the well-baked, thick, dense crap simply forced itself down his throat and straight into his stomach. He could feel the heat, directly from her boiling insides, burning the sides of his esophagus - it felt like heartburn, but all over. Somewhere, he found the wherewithal to breathe around the massive shit-train tunneling into his gut - using circular breathing like the best deep-throating porn stars have learned to do. Bunni was frigging herself in a frenzy, an endless stream of obscenities spewing from her mouth as she excreted a gut full of excrement down her husband's throat. She felt the shit finally hit bottom and give resistance to her ass and her eyes opened wide in realization of how massive of a load it must have been to bottom out and she screamed and raised herself up as she finished out the shit, cumming like a madwoman, thrashing her head all about as if a woman possessed. When she finally raised herself completely off, she had left a steaming shit tower sticking out of Chet's mouth. His tongue was still hanging out a few inches and flopping against the underside of the truly ginormous column of compact crap. She reached back to Luke and kissed him deeply, spent once more. Then, now standing beside Luke looking down at Chet, she said, calmly, "You know what to do... toilet." Chet didn't question, didn't hesitate, and didn't break her gaze. He simply pulled in his tongue and began chewing and swallowing. Bunni and Luke watched him intently, patiently, as he consumed the entirety of her endowment to the sewer that was his mouth. Finally, after nearly 15 minutes, he was down to his last mouthful. "Wait," Bunni said. Chet stopped as ordered. Bunni looked up at Luke and whispered something in his ear. Chet couldn't hear what it was, but whatever it was, Luke liked it. His huge, still-dirty dick swelled and stiffened just at the thought of whatever she was saying. She finished with a tongue to his ear and that was the final touch that made his manly third leg of a prick spring up to its full length, girth and hardness. Bunni looked down to see her handiwork as was quite pleased, "Oh, Luke, you ARE a GOD among men!" she proclaimed. Then she grabbed Chet by his armpits and pulled him a few inches off the bed and lowered his head so that he was now looking back sideways across the room. He could see the bathroom now. "Open wide, honey!" Bunni sang sweetly, "here comes the fudgepacker express!" and she guided Luke's rigid, shit-slime-stained anaconda right to Chet's open mouth which was still packed full of the last of Bunni's historic load. Chet realized to late what was coming. His mouth and throat now made a nice straight line and Luke was going to ride it all the way to the end. He tried to scream, but his mouth was full of tightly-packed Bunni droppings so all that came out was a "HRMM!!!" "Hear that, baby," Bunni said to Luke, "He said 'mmmmm'!" And with that she grabbed Luke's muscular, bulbous ass cheeks and helped Luke shove his dick all the way into Chet's mouth, forcibly pushing the shit into his gullet. As the two pushed harder and harder, trying to cram what should never, by any physical laws of nature, be able to fit down Chet's throat. Chet bucked and squirmed and tried to scream, but it was no use. They didn't even need to hold him down; the iron rod that was being shoved deeper and deeper into his digestive tract was as unyielding and merciless as the man it was attached to and the woman who was driving it in. Luke's unrelenting prick rammed the shit all the way down into the poor groom's belly. It was lucky for him that he hadn't eaten since breakfast (Luke had taken his dinner and cake at the reception) or else he wouldn't have had room for the truly prodigious dump Bunni had taken into his belly. To Chet's surprise, however, Luke didn't start pumping his face. Maybe Luke was going to take it easy on him at first? Maybe take it in stages? He was shocked he could even deep-throat Luke at all, much less on the first try (the lubrication from all the cum and shit might have helped), maybe they were impressed with Chet? Bunni squatted down behind Luke and stared into Chet's questioning eyes. She had the evilest, most wicked expression he'd ever seen. It didn't fill him with confidence. They she looked behind her and Chet followed her gaze. The bathroom. The door was open. The light was off. The toilet seat was down... the toilet... the toilet? Bunni looked back at Chet and saw him trying to figure out the meaning of it all. "Now," Bunni said. Chet felt nothing but a slight quiver in the muscles under the base of Luke's dick - the base which was resting against his upper lip. His balls, which were splayed across his nose and cheeks, settled just a bit. The toilet... Luke... Luke never went to the toilet... he never took his piss...! Chet felt the warmth first. Like drinking hot cocoa on a cold winter day, the heat filled him up and coursed through his body. Then he felt it rising inside him, filling his guts. He could even HEAR it, splashing with obscene force against the sides of his stomach, splashing against the shit sitting in there, stirring it up. Luke's day-long piss that had been building up was spraying out of that massive mushroom head of his monstrous cock like a firehose, right into his belly. He was now both a human toilet for his new bride and a human urinal for the depraved, vile monster of a man who had stolen her from him and cuckolded him so thoroughly, and so easily. Chet felt the last remaining strands of his dignity as a human being leak out of him, the void being filled rapidly with the scaling, hard piss of his new black master. And he came. 5/23/2011 Scatwoman@aol.com 63394 2.11/512345