Sandy and I are the adventurous types, so on our honeymoon we traveled to a tropical Caribbean island well off the beaten tourist track. The island doesn't even have an airport; we had to take a long boat ride from Antigua. The hotel was primitive by modern standards, but we like the solitude and wild location. I'm 26, a stockbroker for a leading Wall Street firm, and Sandy works for a non-profit organization. She's 21, blond and green-eyed, about 5' 6". We're crazy about each other and were looking forward to some time away from work. Sandy comes from a very traditional family, and she refused to have sex before our marriage, so I was especially looking forward to enjoying her gorgeous young body during our honeymoon.
One night soon after our arrival we went for a walk down the deserted and wild beach. It was an incredibly romantic warm night, and the moon was shining. I bought Sandy a tiny green bikini at the hotel shop, one that she would never pick out for herself since she is so shy about her body, and I insisted that she wear it to the beach. I was really enjoying watching her cute butt sway as we walked down the empty beach.
Sandy works out in the gym almost everyday to keep her girlish figure, but her breasts are anything but girlish. Her large, firm, round bosom filled her bikini top almost to bursting, revealing a deep cleavage. The tiny pink nipples poked clearly through the thin fabric. The bikini bottom barely covered her tight round butt, and I was thinking that when we were far away from the hotel we could make love on the beach, although I knew it would take some convincing, since Sandy is so modest, and she would probably resist making love outside, where somebody might discover us. Once I started touching her in the right places, however, I knew her resistance would melt. I had discovered during our honeymoon that my modest young bride actually enjoyed sex as much as I did and was quite uninhibited once she became aroused.
As we walked along the beach, farther and farther from any lights or people, we were surprised to see a bonfire ahead, and some young men and women, apparently locals, drinking and partying. When we walked by, they saw us, and someone yelled out, "Hey dude, want a beer?" Sandy looked at me and shook her head "no," but I wanted to be friendly with the locals, so I accepted. I opened the can of beer they gave me and gave it to Sandy, and then I took another for myself.
There were about 7 guys and only 2 girls. They were definitely not tourists, the way they looked and talked. The guys were dark, young, and muscular, wearing only bathing suits, and the girls were wearing bikinis. There was one big black guy. The two girls looked at my wife with resentment, since all the guys were obviously checking out her tits and ass. I felt a little uncomfortable with the way they were looking at her, but I didn't think they would try anything, especially with two other girls there.
I found out the guys were not from the island, but had come there to work on a construction project. They were all pretty big and tan, especially compared to me. One of the guys introduced himself as Jose; he seemed like the unofficial leader of the bunch. They were all half drunk and quite loud and rowdy.
I told them we were on our honeymoon, and they insisted on celebrating with some tequila. They passed the bottle to me, and I tried to decline, but they insisted, so I took a slug that burned all the way down. Then they tried to give some to my wife, but she refused steadfastly.
When I handed the bottle back, Jose seemed offended. Suddenly they weren't so friendly anymore but looked threatening. "What's the matter with our booze, little girl? Think you're too good for us?" He took the bottle and shoved it to her face to try to make her drink. At that point I stepped forward to push him away from my wife, but as soon as I touched him, he punched me in the face and I flipped over backward. I felt warm blood in my mouth, and when I got up again, someone grabbed me from behind and held my arms behind my back so I couldn't move. My wife screamed.
Jose said to her, "Look little wifey, if you don't want your husband to get hurt, you better drink some tequila."
"That's all you want?" she asked in terror.
The guys all laughed when she said that. Jose responded, "Sure, that's all we want. Both of you drink our tequila and then you can go. We get very insulted if you don't drink with us. But if you do, we'll let you go."
He gave the tequila bottle to her and she timidly took a swig. All the guys and girls were cheering her on, and they insisted that she drink more and more. I was surprised that the two girls didn't defend us, but they were apparently eager to see my young blond wife humiliated. I tried to struggle free, but the guy holding me from behind was about twice my size, and there was nothing I could do. Then they took the bottle and held it up to my lips and forced me to drink too. They kept forcing us to drink more and more tequila, until we were both half drunk and feeling no pain. Meanwhile the guy holding me kept twisting my arm behind my back so I couldn't get loose.
There was some music playing from a portable stereo, and one of the construction workers grabbed my wife, and said, "Hey, let's dance! I want to dance with the new bride." My wife yelled "No!" and started to stagger away, but they shoved her into the middle of the group and yelled at her to dance. She looked at me to let me know that she didn't have any choice, and started moving her lithe body a little in time with the music. The guy dancing drew her close and put his hands on her butt. She twisted away violently and tried to escape, but someone grabbed her and pushed her back into his arms.
Jose told her, "You better cooperate or we'll hurt your husband." Then he came up and punched me hard in the stomach. The guy holding me let go and I collapsed to the ground in agony. Jose commanded one of the girls, "Tie him up so he doesn't interfere. We're celebrating a wedding here." The girl was only too glad to obey, and while one of the men held my hands behind my back, she wound a rope around my wrists and tied it so tight that it practically cut off my circulation. I was left lying on the ground, while the men took turns "dancing" with my wife. Jose hugged my wife to his crotch, while grabbing her tight ass and breasts, grinding his hard penis against her. Another guy grabbed her from behind, and they pressed her between themβone guy grinding against her soft ass, and Jose humping against her crotch through her bikini. She was in tears, but too terrified and drunk now to resist.
One of the other guys, a massive thick man, said, "Hey, isn't it a tradition to kiss the bride? Everybody gets to the kiss the bride!" He didn't ask her what she thought of this idea, but just grabbed her and kissed her hard on her full lips while pinching her nipples roughly through the thin bikini. Then they all took turns "kissing the bride" while I lay helpless on the ground. Her lips were soon red and swollen from the mauling they gave her. One of guys rubbed her ass through her thin bikini; another palmed her large breasts. They took the opportunity to fondle her as they kissed her in turn. I could see my wife breathing heavily from all the excitement.
Jose told Sandy, "Ok, now it's time to show us your tits." She shook her head no. "C'mon," Jose urged her, "take off that top so we can check out your titties. You got some nice breasts there lady, why don't you show them off? We just want to look."
My wife stood helpless in the middle of the group of strangers. She asked, "Will you let us go if I take off my top?" They hooted and hollered wildly in response, and Jose assured her, "Don't worry little girl. We'll be perfect gentlemen. Won't we guys?" The guys all yelled "yea!" in agreement.
Suddenly it grew very quiet on the deserted beach as my wife stood awkwardly in the middle and tried to decide what to do. She looked at me for advice, but I didn't know what to say or do. Slowly then she reached around back and untied the string holding up her bikini top. It fell to the beach, and her full round breasts stood out in the blazing firelight for all to see, rising and falling with her heavy breathing. The little nipples were red and erect. The guys erupted in cheers, and urged her to take off the bottom too. She covered her tits with her arms and tried to run away, but they pushed her back into the center of the ring. One of the guys grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back so that her tits stood out proudly for all to see.