Donnia Ch. 1: Honeymoon Gangbang
This is a true story of how my wife and I enjoy our overseas holidays. Donnia and I have been together since we were sixteen. We were twenty when we were married and had very little sexual experience with other people. We are both from close families and have responsible jobs. Therefore we have to be careful of gossip and our public image. We are now twenty-eight and I have been busting to tell someone of our solution to this problem. Posting our story seemed the best way to share our experiences anonymously. Please enjoy.
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Donnia and I decided to spend our honeymoon in beautiful Bali. We arrived on a Sunday, the day after our wedding. We were a little hung over from our wedding reception, so we just wandered around Kuta doing the touristy things, sightseeing and a little shopping. That evening we had a quiet dinner at our hotel and called it an early night. The following afternoon we decided to hit the beaches.
The beaches around Kuta are congested and full of tourists. We asked some locals about the best beaches and they informed us of a little surf beach about eight miles from Kuta near a village called Uluwatu. So Donnia and I hired a car and surfboard and headed for the beach.
It was a beautiful beach with white sand and good surf; best of all there was not a tourist in sight. There were only a few local lads surfing. Donnia stripped down to her bikini, set a towel down on the beach and lay down to sun bake.
I waxed my board and hit the surf. I paddled to where the locals waited on their boards for the next wave. The local lads, all in their teens, greeted me warmly in the usual pleasant Balinese manner. The lads and I chatted in between waves and we told each other a little of our life stories. It struck me that they looked different from most Balinese in that they had bleached red blond hair with dark roots, apparently from constant exposure to the sun and the salt. We surfed and chatted for about an hour in that perfect tropical paradise.
I decided I had had enough surf for one day so I paddled to the beach and sat with Donnia. She had removed her bikini and was working on her already impressive all over tan. Se looked beautiful lying there with her long brown hair and small firm breasts. There were minute droplets of sweat on her flat stomach and long tanned legs. She looked up at me with her emerald green eyes and gorgeous smile, asking if I had enjoyed my surf. I replied it was unreal, leaned over and kissed my new bride.
I placed my towel down and lay down next to Donnia to enjoy the sun’s rays. We must have drifted off to sleep for we didn’t hear the four lads that I had earlier been surfing with approach. We snapped back into wackiness as the lads flopped down on the sand next to us. Donnia blushed with embarrassment as she hurriedly reattached her bikini under the lingering gaze of the lads.
“Donnia, may I introduce Indra, Jdja, Teguh and Ridwan. Guys this is my wife Donnia.”
Four sets of eyes looked her tan body up and down as they each shook her hand in turn. As soon as the introductions were done Indra produced a bottle of local alcohol and offered us a drink. He passed the bottle to Donnia. She took a swig and began to cough violently. She passed the bottle on to me. It was a strong but pleasant tasting drink unlike anything I had tasted before.
We sat around drinking and joking with the Balinese lads for close to two hours. It was beginning to get dark. Donnia suggested we go before it was too dark to find our way back to the car. We said our good-byes to the lads, but the booze was even stronger than I thought and as I stood to leave I stumbled and fell back down to my knees. Donnia didn’t fare any better.
“I can't drive like this.” I remarked.
Donnia asked the lads if one of them could drive us. They all shook their heads. It was a silly question and slightly insulting; most Balinese don’t drive and are too poor to own a car.
Djaja pointed to the hills behind the beach. “There’s a small shack that surfers use not far from here. You can stay the night there if you like.”
Unsteadily, Donnia pulled on her denim shorts and put her arm around Djaja for support. The six of us stumbled along the beach, then down a short jungle track that led to the native shack. It was already quite dark on the jungle track. A dim light emanating from within the shack illuminated the last part of our journey.
Ridwan opened the door. Donnia gasped and took a huge step backward almost falling over. On the dirt floor of the shack was a mattress and laying on the mattress was a beautiful teenage Balinese girl and laying on top of her was a slim lad slamming his cock in and out of her pussy. At the same time another youth’s cock occupied her mouth. Still two more fondled her breasts.
“What’s going on here?” I exclaimed as Donnia regained her balance.
“Don’t worry.” my friend Teguh replied, placing his arm around my shoulder. “That’s just Yanti. She’s the local slut. All the local guys use her for their pleasure. The guys will be finished with her soon. Then you and Donnia can have the shack to yourselves.”
Donnia and I entered the shack feeling very uneasy. Ridwan ushered us over to a rug in a corner of the shack; the six of us were seated. We looked on at the orgy occurring no more than three meters from us. Donnia held my hand and I could feel her trembling slightly.
Before long the youth plowing the young girl let out a cry, emptying his gooey load in her pussy. As soon as he withdrew he was quickly replaced by one of the other lads. He then got dressed and picked up a bottle of alcohol from next to the mattress and joined the rest of us seated on the rug. We joked and drank as the bottle was passed around our little group. The other lads continued their fun with the young beauty.
“What do you think of my little slut?” Indra asked me, nodding towards Yanti.
“She’s beautiful.” I replied. I was not exaggerating; she had a typical petite Balinese figure. She had small features dark tan skin, long brown hair and small perky breasts.
When the guy fucking the young native girl added his load to that of the first, he to joined us in drink and conversation. Donnia and I had begun to feel more relaxed with what was going on. Maybe it was the drink, or maybe the disarming, easy-going manner of the youths. Whatever the reason by the time the third youth squirted his cum into that pretty girl’s cunt, Donnia and I were quite relaxed.
Donnia passed the alcohol to Indra. “You asked Mark what he thought of your little slut. Does that mean that Yanti’s your girlfriend?” Donnia asked.
