That weekend, I stayed with Mark and his brother. He asked if I was willing to help with the arrangements, and I was happy to help. The party day had arrived and that’s when everything went crazy. Mark got called into work and it was too late to cancel. So, it was left up to me to get everything together with his little brother Jeff. Of course Jeff didn’t know I was a 38 year old housewife, mother of three, and PTA member. I went to the grocery store and the liquor store. I was almost done when I remembered I didn’t have a costume. I have a nice figure and I’m a little bit of an exhibitionist, so I bought a French Maid costume and a pair of black fishnet thigh highs and matching g-string and black stiletto high heels. Since I had never met any of Jeff’s friends and they did not know I was staying at their home, I was going to pretend to be his cousin. Well, the first guests started to arrive about 9:00 and I was all alone since Mark had to work until 10:00 PM.

Well, I was definitely a hit, as all the guys kept talking to me and even making a few passes. I was really getting horny from all the attention, and I began to get more flirtatious and give the guys a show. I’m now approaching forty and use to teasing guys my age, but this would be fun, as most of Jeff’s guests would be in their early twenties. My male friends say I look more like twenty-eight and I have huge 36DD breasts. I would bend over and give them ass shots, and the guys were getting so cool that after a while they stopped looking away when I would feel them staring. The guys even began throwing stuff on the floor to get me to bend over and pick it up. I knew things were going to be fun when I kept seeing the bulging cocks in their pants. I knew immediately I was in the right place; the attention from my host and his friends made me feel at ease. Two hours later, after a few rounds of Jack Daniels and lots of dancing, I found myself dancing alone in the middle of the living room, surrounded by about ten young handsome men.

My first inclination was apprehension, then it turned into arousal as I felt my thong becoming soaked. With these men gyrating around me, I danced in front of one at a time, putting on my best moves, shaking my ass in front of them, bending over, grabbing my ankles and smiling up at them from between my legs. They started touching me, and I didn’t mind! What happened next is a blur. Jeff, my host and bachelor stepped in and started dancing with me slowly, whispering in my ear, “You’re getting the boys very excited. Are you sure that’s what you want to do?” Jeff wasn’t aware of the arrangement I had with his brother, Mark.

I answered, “Are you excited?”

All he could do was smile and nod his head, his hands slipping up under my dress and cupping my ass. The room exploded in a loud burst of applause, yet I didn’t realize what was about to happen. Jeff placed his thumbs on each side of my thong and knelt on the floor in front of me. It was like I was in a trance. I stepped out of them in my high heels and then placed my dress over his head, pushing his mouth into my moist pussy. The men roared while my legs trembled as Jeff started licking my pussy with a vengeance. Someone came up from behind me and lifted my dress off completely. I was standing naked in front of a room full of young men with another man’s tongue deep in my pussy, and I came! Now, I knew what I wanted next! Shirts and shoes went flying and I was surrounded by ten men stroking the hardest cocks I had ever seen. Jeff looked up at me and asked to make sure I was okay.

“What’s going to happen next?” he asked.

“Whatever you want,” I replied. “Help me, Jeff. I want it all,” was all I could say.

Jeff led me to a back bedroom with a king size bed and placed the men in a semicircle around it. With my heels still on, I pulled Jeff to me and asked, “How do you want me?”

Without saying a word, he bent me over the bed and raised my ass. I looked between my legs and saw him unleash his 10 inch cock. For some reason I trusted him and wanted all of him in me. I spread my legs farther apart and thrust my ass higher into the air for him. I looked around the room at all the men waiting for me, their cocks stroked to huge perfection, as Jeff entered me from behind. The men cheered, when after two minutes, he was able to push himself completely inside of me. I came at least three times while he impaled me. Jeff started moving slowly and then picked up his pace as my pussy adjusted to his size. All I could do was moan and cum.

I felt him start to tense up and then he yelled out, “Where do you want it?”

All I could say was, “Wherever you want!”

He pulled out of me, flipped me over and straddled my chest all in one motion, grabbing the back of my head and feeding his cock into my mouth. His first spurt filled my mouth completely and he pulled back, grunting and continuing to cum in pulse after pulse, streaming all over my face and hair. I came again, and I wanted more! Jeff let me lick him clean and then motioned to the next man. After that, it was a blur of hands, mouths and cocks exploring every part of my body, and me cumming hundreds of times. Many of the men came back for seconds and thirds. I just couldn’t get enough, and neither could they. Well, Mark never came home, so at about 2:00 AM the guests started to leave, except the single guys Steve and Pete. They offered to help Jeff and I clean up. Afterwards we all sat in the living room and we drank. Steve went and made me a drink, and I could tell what he was trying to make happen when I tasted all the alcohol in the drink. The alcohol was going right to my head, and after about three of them, I was floating.

Then Steve and Pete sat next to me and began rubbing my legs, and it felt so good. And when Pete slid his hand onto my pussy, I was in heaven. They both started kissing me and rubbing my pussy, making me cum within a minute. Then the guys started to undress, and their cocks were huge. They both grabbed me and started to undress me. I didn’t want to fuck again, so they began to manhandle me and tore my uniform off. The buttons were popping off and then my bra was torn open. They sat me on the couch and Steve stuck his cock up to my lips, and I instinctively sucked the head in. Pete munched on my bald pussy, and before he was done, I had cum three times. Then they switched places and I sucked Pete’s big cock and could taste the pre-cum. Steve didn’t eat me very long, when all of sudden, I felt his cock push into my dripping pussy. I let out a big moan as Pete continued to feed his cock into my mouth. When my first orgasm hit, I could hardly breathe, and I felt Pete’s cock head swell and knew he was going to blow his load; and boy did he!

The first streams shot to the back of my throat and I swallowed as fast as I could to prevent any leakage. When Pete fell back exhausted, Steve pounded into me like a pile driver and I kept cumming around his 8 inch penis. I was moaning out loud when a cock was shoved into my mouth, and to my surprise, it was Jeff. His cock was about 10 inches long and thick as a cucumber, and I was so horny I just kept sucking away. Steve had incredible stamina and hadn’t cum after almost a half-hour of pussy pounding. When Pete had his cock hard again, Jeff pulled out of my mouth and sat on the couch and Steve pulled out of me and sat me onto Jeff’s huge member that made me scream when I slid onto it. Steve sat on the top of the couch and I began sucking his cock. I forgot about Pete, when all of a sudden I was lifted off of Jeff’s huge member and Pete entered me and pounded me doggie-style for about three minutes getting his cock lubed up for the surprise. Pete pulled out and I was impaled again onto Jeff’s cock and then I felt Pete try to push his cock into my ass.

They held me still and Steve’s cock was shoved to the back of my throat as Pete impaled my sphincter. It was so tight I thought I would be ripped apart. When I became used to the size, it started to feel very good and my orgasms started coming like crazy. Especially when Jeff and Pete got a nice motion going and they were telling me how they could feel their cocks rubbing against each other inside me. That was such an erotic statement that I came just from the thought. I was being fucked like a whore and loving every minute of being their sex toy. I knew it was almost over when they all started talking about cumming. They all agreed to try to cum at the same time and I urged them to make it happen. Pete’s cock tasted so good and I began to lick the underside of the head. By his reaction, I knew that I had hit the right spot, and when he grabbed my head, I knew that he was almost ready to explode. Pete and Jeff held me tight and began pounding into me like animals fucking the last female, and I was almost about to pass out from the sensation.

They all screamed that they were cumming and they all held me tight as they slammed into one last time. I gave out a throaty moan as I felt Steve’s head swell. The two cocks swelled inside me and then almost all at once, cum shot from all three. I swallowed every drop Steve had and I felt the warm cum splashing into my love canals. When all their organs were drained, I almost couldn’t catch my breath. Pete and Steve got dressed and left and Jeff took me to my room and put me to bed and promised not to tell his big brother what had happened. Finally I noticed that yet another of those dream-people had entered the room. This one seemed different somehow. He didn’t seem like a total stranger. He called me by name. I remember him saying that just wanted to chill out with me for a bit. I can’t remember when or how I moved from sitting on the bed to lying down; and the next thing I remember is that he was there too, on the bed, lying next to me. We didn’t speak to each other, but just lay there. Time passed, and I realized he had put his arm around me and pulled me close to his body.

I’m pretty sure our conversation was about lovemaking, and when I was next aware of him, he was on top of me. It’s so hard to explain, I don’t remember how he got there. He was just there, on top of me, talking and stroking my hair. I felt a stirring in his pants. “Am I turning you on?” he asked teasingly. I nodded weakly, not knowing what to expect. He moved a hand under the sheet and ran it over the front of my abdomen and between my legs. Then, in that dream way, the door had been closed by Jeff and we were naked, lying next to each other. Before I knew it, he had rolled over onto his back and pulled me on top of him with my back to his chest. He began to move his hands down the sides of my body and then back up the front. His hands explored everywhere they could reach. They caressed my breasts, my stomach, and my thighs. They descended to my loins. He stroked me like that for the longest time, all the while his cock pressed against the small of my back. How warm and firm and hard it felt against my flesh.

I was silent and my throat was dry. On one pass of his hands, as they slid past my groin, his fingers grazed my shaved pubic mound, and it sent a shudder through my body. The next thing I knew, I was on my stomach facing him, his warm body beneath mine. I slid my fingers down his sides this time, cupping his ass with both of my hands. We didn’t kiss, and for the life of me, I don’t know why. Before I realized what was happening, he rolled us over and was lying on top of me. Eagerly I wrapped my legs around his back as he guided his tautly stretched cock into me. His hips began to move and he pressed forward smoothly and agonizingly slowly. I couldn’t stop the moan escaping from my lips. My hips responded to him and I met each of his downward strokes with an upward lift of my pelvis. It was delicious. In my  stupor we danced like that for hours. But time is so skewed in dreams, I can’t be sure how long it was. I remember he lowered his head to my chest and began to suckle on my breasts.

He rolled my nipples gently in his mouth and traced the areola with his tongue. My breath began to quicken and I felt the heat in my loins grow. I begged him to make me cum. He increased the pace and a moan broke from his lips. I gasped with pleasure as he drove forward and bumped hard against me, his balls hitting my ass with each stroke. I put both hands on his hips and guided him in the rhythm I needed and wanted. He tensed on top of me and I knew he was on the brink of an orgasm. I slid my hand between us and used my middle finger to rub my clit. That was enough to send me over the edge. As tremors spread through me like the ocean rushing to the shore, I released a flood of liquid that ran down the crack of my ass. My spasms were what he needed, and I felt his body convulse over me. Then his hot semen exploded into me and trickled downward to mix with my juices. He fell on me until our breathing became normal again. Suddenly I was kneeling over the stranger. I looked into his eyes and saw in them a sweetness that I hadn’t noticed before.

Again I felt a movement at his groin. I reached down, took his cock in my hand and guided him inside me. In an instant I was impaled on him. There was, all at once, a moment of absolute bliss and we just held ourselves there, connected as one. As if we both knew exactly when to move, he pushed his hips upward and I pressed mine down to meet him. We began to rock back and forth. He grabbed my hips and told me to relax. He must be crazy, how could I relax? He moaned slightly and I knew his attention was focused on our melding. I knew how he felt. My mind was abuzz with the amazement of it all. Then his fingers danced from my hips, across my stomach and up to my breasts. He massaged them gently with both hands. He told me he thought they were flawless and that they fit his hands perfectly. His thumbs brushed against my nipples and he moaned my name. It was so exciting. He had aroused my deepest desires and I was caught up in a swirl of sensations that amassed in the pit of my stomach. He pulled me down to his chest and now, for the first time, we kissed.

It was worth the wait. The contact of our lips was electrifying. We continued to kiss and I kept rocking my hips over his. My hands were all over him and he continued to massage my breasts. Again without warning, in that dream way, we had switched positions and we were now on the couch. I was still facing him, with his erection inside me. My legs were under me and my breasts were near his face. I felt his breath, warm and heavy, against my chest. It fell maddeningly on my skin. He laid his open mouth on my breasts and lingered there for a while, flicking his tongue against my nipples. Sucking softly from time to time, and occasionally nibbling on them, he ignited a passion in me that was more than sexual. My revelry was interrupted when he tilted his head up and kissed me on the mouth again. Our lips were still joined as he stood up slowly, with me still skewered on his ample cock. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He took the two steps required to reach the wall and pushed my back against the velvety wallpaper.

I remember that he began pumping his hips and moving his cock in and out of me with a furor as wild as the animal in the oil painting on the wall. I couldn’t move. I felt my loins burn as an orgasm swept through me. I was aware that he, too, was cumming and he pushed his cock inside of me as far at it would go. He held himself there, his cock plunged to the hilt, as body tremors threatened his balance. It was impossible for me to know how long we stayed like that before he fell against me, pinning me to the wall. Before I realized it, we were on the couch again, almost in the same position as before. This time, however, I was sitting on his lap with my back to him, his hard member was not inside me any more, but pressed between the cheeks of my butt. He was kissing my hair, my neck, and my shoulders. I leaned back into him. He put his hands on my breasts again. My nipples were so hard they begged to be fondled. As he pinched them lightly I raised myself a little, reached down, and pressed the head of his cock against my small brown opening.

Slowly I slid down his shaft as the muscles of my ass relaxed and opened to welcome the invading titan. Again, we held ourselves still in the moment. When I began sliding up and down on his shaft, I felt a delicious rush of pleasure course through me. I watched, almost outside myself, as I raised and lowered my hips again and again. His hands, on my hips, orchestrated the pace and I heard his breath quicken. He guided me to move faster. I leaned back against him as he shoved his hips up to meet me. He had been moaning softly up to now, but he was getting louder. He moved faster and plunged deeper. Our movements became frenzied and my body shuddered. I pushed down and squeezed harder. I heard a low growl escape from my own lips. He was doing the work now. He raised his hips off the couch and his cock split me up the middle. Then he lowered himself, holding me under the arms so he could draw himself almost all the way out of me before plunging back in. I don’t know long we continued like that. It isn’t important to know.

Then he whispered in my ear, “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever done or seen.”

I knew he was watching his shaft penetrate my ass, and the thought of him getting pleasure from observing our connection just enhanced my enjoyment of the act. I reached down, and with the fingers of my right hand, opened the lips of my vagina. I put the middle finger on my clitoris, and made small circles on the protruding bud. Touching myself produced another wave of electricity that went to my head and then traveled back down to my toes. I was very near another orgasm and I told him so. He hissed that he was going to cum too. There were a few moments when I felt that time stood still, and then without warning, spasms of pleasure wrapped me in ecstasy. I gasped for air. My anal muscles clamped down on him. Immediately his body convulsed and I felt his sperm discharge into my anus. Not quite collapsing, but close, I fell on top of him. We remained in that position for a long time, if I remember correctly. This is when he introduced himself as Jim, Mark and Jeff’s father. His wife had passed away the year before of cancer. He thanked me for an evening of pleasure, got dressed, and left.

After resting for about an hour I was awakened by a dim light in the room. I watched in lustful anticipation as Mark slowly peeled off his T-shirt and unbuckled his belt, tugging his jeans off and letting them drop soundlessly to the floor beside him. My eyes traveled downward over his deliciously naked torso, coming to rest on his silk boxers and I felt my own wetness seeping through my sheets as I took in the sight of his rock hard arousal. I turned away from him slightly as I moved with trembling hands to grasp the edges of my sheet and pull it down reveling in the sensation of nakedness as the air caresses my bare skin. Quickly shedding his boxer shorts, he moved quietly behind me, his arms reaching around to cup my breasts in the palms of his hands and I arched my back in ecstasy, pushing my butt into his groin until I felt his erection nudge against the crack of my ass. His fingertips gently teased my breasts and sensitive nipples and I felt my breathing quicken as small moans escaped my lips and I reached back with my hands to grasp his hardness and stroke the length of his shaft.

I sucked in my breath with a gasp of pleasure as I felt his breath, warm on the backs of my thighs. His tongue and teeth nibbled and suckled at the delicate skin just under the curve of my ass, and I shuddered at the sensations coursing through my body. I felt his fingers trailing slowly after his lips and my legs seemed to part slightly, as though of their own volition, begging his fingers to follow. Warm, gentle fingers delved just into the wetness within my folds and stroked teasingly at my clitoris until I felt my hips buck helplessly against him. I felt my breath catch in my throat as Mark’s lips moved tantalizingly over my ass, his tongue teased along the crack and sent shivers up my spine. The fingers between my legs were replaced by the throbbing hardness of his erection as I felt him move to stand upright, and I closed my eyes in blissful surrender as I leaned back against his chest, marveling at the way our bodies fit together so perfectly. I reached between my legs to feel my wetness against his hardness and I stroked my fingers teasingly over the head of his erection, smiling to myself as I felt it pulse against my touch.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, we broke apart to enter the shower, our bodies intertwined again as soon as we have settled into the warm water. We exchanged soft, tender kisses as we washed each other, exploring the most secret of places with the wonder of new lovers, but the heated passion rising between us could not be ignored, and with a sudden shared urgency, we stepped from the shower and moved toward the bedroom, toweling each other dry as we walked. I fell onto the bed on my back, sliding over to make room for Mark as I opened my arms in invitation, and I heard myself sigh in satisfaction against his lips as his mouth and body covered mine. My hands glided over the muscles in his back as we kissed, tracing small circles and reveling in the feeling of his naked skin under my fingertips. His mouth moved from the passionate kiss at my lips to trail hot, wet promises against my neck and shoulders on its way to tease

my most sensitive of sweet spots.

I felt my body arch against him with a shudder of pleasure as his lips closed teasingly over first one nipple, then the other, coaxing from my body that which he knew lay hidden just beneath the surface. As his lips and tongue stroked and suckled at my breasts, seducing the sensitive buds over and over again, my eyes closed in surrender and I cried out, shaking with pleasure as my first orgasm engulfed me. My cries of passion seemed to urge Mark on, fueling his own ardor and I felt his lips leave my breasts and travel lower still, across the sensitive skin of my abdomen and come to rest against the tender flesh of my inner thighs. My breaths were coming in short pants as I felt his lips and nose nuzzling at the junctures of the insides of my thighs and his hands reached up to push my legs further apart, opening me more fully to him. I felt the heated ecstasy of his gentle hands opening my folds to his searching lips and my whole body bucked upward in elated bliss as I felt his mouth move against me in the most intimate of kisses.

“Oh…. Oh, my god….!”

I was beyond coherent thoughts or words as his mouth moved against me, his lips and tongue alternately licking and suckling at my swollen lips and clitoris and I felt the familiar heat beginning to spread rapidly through my loins again. I heard myself whimpering, pleading as I called out to him, my body restlessly searching for the release he was making it crave. I felt his hands shift under me, grabbing my ass and with a possessive tug he brought my hips closer to his questing mouth and I groaned my satisfaction out loud.

“Oh god, Mark…. Oh, god….. yesssssssss….!”

His lips moved from the sensitive nubbin of my clitoris, down through the soft folds of skin and came to rest against my ass, alternately kissing and tonguing that small ring of heaven until my body trembled under his touch, begging for more. I was on overload with the intense blend of sensations Mark was invoking in me, like his father, and my mind whirled in a state of frenzied rapture. He was leading me down a path that was foreign and new to me and my mind and body screamed for the promise of fulfillment I felt in him. As his lips and tongue danced and suckled teasingly between my clitoris and my ass, my body was helpless to do anything but thrust against him, shamelessly pleading for the release his lips were promising. I felt his fingers slide within the folds of my wetness to stroke in and out of me, and as his lips and tongue continued to caress me; I was certain I would faint with pleasure. My hips bucked against his hand, fucking his fingers as he moved them faster and faster within me, urging me on.

When his tongue moved to focus its erotically intense licking and suckling against my swollen clitoris, I was pushed up and over the edge in an orgasm so intense that I heard myself scream in pleasure, calling out his name as my body shuddered in ecstasy, tears of release streamed down my face. I came back to myself slowly, struggling to find my body again and I vaguely was aware of the sound of Mark’s voice asking me if I was all right. I smiled in answer as I gazed up at him, tears of passion still wet on my face and all I could do was nod in affirmation; I could not find the power of speech. Mark smiled back at me in understanding, leaning down to place a sensuous kiss against my lips and the lustful passion I saw blazing within his eyes took my breath away. I stared back at him, feeling myself grow incredibly hot and wet all over again and the only thought I could hold in my mind was of how much I wanted him again; how badly I wanted to have him inside me again.

Our eyes locked with each other as a look of pure lust passed between us and I heard myself whimper in excitement as I felt him reach down to grasp my legs and bend them back toward my chest. Gently, almost teasingly, I felt his fingers slide into the depths of my pussy, stroking against me and withdrawing the wetness there to smooth erotically around the tiny halo of my ass, a promise of things to come. I moaned my pleasure of this repeated action as I felt his fingers continue to wet my ass with my own juices and when he began to penetrate that ring of heaven with his finger for the first time, I felt my body shudder in intense bliss. His fingers continued to wet me, teasing the puckered opening of my ass and I felt my hips shift up toward him slightly as though impatient to feel him inside of me. I felt his hands come to rest at last on the backs of my thighs and my gaze was again drawn to the passion on his face as I watched him rest the tip of his erection against my ass.

I shifted my hips teasingly against him, wanting him to know how much I wanted this too, and the motion of his erection rubbing against that small slit of heaven sent sparks of desire straight to my core. With an almost tortured breath, he began to move slowly, pushing his way into me gradually, and in the back of my mind I was amazed at his self control and touched by his concern for me. I felt my own body draw a deep breath as his erection began to penetrate my labia. I felt him gradually moving deeper, his hardness stroking me in places I have never felt before and a low moan of pleasure escaped from the back of my throat. I felt the muscles in my vagina contract around him, squeezing him tightly as he penetrated me further, and the groan I heard from his lips inflamed my desire even more. With another gentle thrust, Mark was completely inside me and I could not believe the incredible sensations my body felt, and yet I still wanted more. I smiled up into his blissful gaze and as our eyes met, they locked in silent communication.

Without a word, our bodies were shifted, repositioned, and I found myself lying face down on the bed as Mark knelt between my legs. I pulled several pillows across the bed and pushed them under me to rest against my chest as I felt his arms moving gently underneath me to grasp my hips and raise them back toward him. I felt my ass being raised in the air as his knees nudged the insides of my legs further apart and the sensation of being so exposed and vulnerable caused me to shiver with the intensity of its eroticism. His fingers traced along the crack of my ass and down to dip into the wetness of my pussy and I heard his breath catch softly on a moan of passion as he realized fully the extent of my excitement. I felt his fingers wetting my labia again, readying me for him and I shifted my hips back toward him impatiently. I was rewarded a moment later with the feel of his erection pressing against that opening of heaven yet one more time. He slid in more easily this time, my body adjusting to his girth almost instantly and we both groaned with the intensity of the feelings as Mark rested completely, sheathed in the depths of my womb.

Mark began to move, setting the rhythm with a slow, easy thrust and my body trembled with the motion. I felt one arm wrap around my waist, resting on my hip and pulling me back toward him as he thrust. The other arm reached under me, his fingers gently stroking and intuitively seeking out the tiny nubbin of my clitoris. My hips bucked against him in pleasure as the sensation of having his erection thrusting deep in my cervix and his fingers teasing me pushed me faster and faster toward the white heat of release. I felt the rhythm of his thrusts begin to increase slightly and I moaned my pleasure as I quickened my pace to move with him. I felt myself cresting higher and higher and I called to him, begging for the release I knew he could give me.

“Fly for me, baby…” I urged him softly. “Let me feel you cum… let me cum for you…!”

I heard the labored sound of his breath and felt his groin slapping against my ass as he pushed us both toward the blissful rapture that we sought. Intentionally, I tightened my muscles around his shaft, greedily milking his erection as it thrust within the confines of my pussy. His gentle, yet persistent fingers stroked my clitoris in rhythm with our thrusts and in the open space of a heartbeat, I felt the liquid heat of release explode in the tiny nubbin, flowing throughout my loins and I screamed my pleasure to him as I felt his erection begin to pulse and spasm within my pussy as his own climax began. We spiraled together, our bodies pulsing against one another in the intense passionate frenzy of orgasm, and for a brief moment, I was so overwhelmed with ecstasy that I was sure I would black out. We hovered together for several moments in a state of extended bliss, our bodies still intimately joined. Gradually, we began to come back to ourselves, murmuring softly to one another and I felt Mark gently withdraw from me and release his hold on my body as I sunk forward onto the bed, my outstretched limbs trembling in satiated bliss.

As a thank you, I gave him a blow job before I headed home to my husband and children. When I arrived home, my girl’s were sound asleep in their rooms. Scott was sitting in his lounge chair in the bedroom reading a novel. I stood behind his chair, shirt unbuttoned to there and lots of creamy promising cleavage begging him to enjoy. I let him stand, but he had to keep his back to me. If I actually looked his beautiful hard-on in the eye, I wouldn’t be able to continue the task at hand. I started with his chest and unbuttoned his soft shirt to feel his warm chest.

“How was the party? Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Oh yea! There were ten hard cocks, including the groom’s and later the groom’s father took me. Then Mark and I renewed old times with several more fucks. I’ve swallowed enough cum to fill a gallon jug and even more has been oozing out my pussy all night. I don’t know how many orgasms I had tonight!”

Sounds like my horny little wifey needs some rest!”

“I’ll say, but not before I wear out my wonderful husband!”

In and instant, somehow we were both naked. All his skin was soft on all my skin as I leaned against the bedroom wall and pulled him back to me, stroking his chest and pinching his nipples. I was whispering in his ear the delicious “fuck my hot pusy” words that come out when one gets so horny. I love how his cock twitched when I rested one leg on the desk and shamelessly rubbed my slippery cum-soaked pussy all over his smooth ass. There was no mistaking how turned on I was, as I glided my hot clit all over his skin. I slipped one hand around the head of his cock, now bulging and hard. The cum that was starting to ooze from it, a hint at a promising explosion, helped the very tip of my index finger to draw circles just around the tip. I felt his stomach pull in and tighten when I took both hands from his hips down around his balls and grasped the shaft, pulling the whole group together. My fingers don’t meet as I gave him long strokes up and down, firm pressure in my grip.

I had his balls circled in one hand, my tits pressed up against his back, grinding my wet pussy on his ass and I started to give his whole cock the attention it deserved, whispering in his ear just how hot the whole thing was getting my pussy. Scott was watching me in the reflection of the bedroom mirror, happy and amazed at what I was doing with his cock. He hadn’t really been extended and massaged like this since the last time I begged him to let me get my hands on his cock in the parking lot. I reached down and his cock was slick with the juices from my almost wildly cumming pussy. He was getting off on me getting off, and I felt his balls start to contract and his hips were thrusting into my fist that was busy stroking faster and faster. He opened his eyes and got ready to watch his cock eject a huge dose of cum. Scott saw how hot we were together, feeling me grind off my own orgasm on his sweet ass, and listening to me cum loudly, he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

The low moan told me he was getting ready to explode. All of a sudden, I needed his cum on my tits! I sank to my knees as he spun around and unloaded his aching squirting cock on my happy tits, fucking himself between them as perfect a fit as ever. Thanks honey, for the big weekend and the huge ego boost!

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“This is normal for on his afternoon off,” I said. “Some of these folders are Harrington’s. Do I have to do his work too, or is it that I am cough up? Guess what? I am going to take the afternoon off too. It is such a nice afternoon, and it will be a good chance to surprise my wife.”

“Oh, please, don’t do that,” implored Lisa. “This work has got to be done today.”

“Then let Harrington do it. I need an afternoon off. If Eric can do it I can too,” I replied angrily. ” I don’t care if he is the boss, he doesn’t own me.”

“You will regret this,” Lisa said in a muffled tone.

“What did you say Lisa?” I asked. Lisa turned and walked away without an answer. “Well maybe I will get fired tomorrow, but today Melanie and I will enjoy the afternoon.”

I was looking forward to surprising Melanie. We had been married for eleven years and had two children. We were both in out mid thirties, and we were both in very good condition. Melanie did not show the effects of the two kids. She was still a petite 5’2″ and 34-22-34. Her shiny brunette hair cascaded over her slight shoulders and down to the middle of her back. She was beautiful and the pride of my life. Our love life was very good and I knew that this afternoon interlude was just thing to keep the spark alive.

The drive home took about thirty minutes, but it was a quiet time as I dreamed of the time with my wife and this day. But the spell was broken as I rounded the corner of the street to my house. There in the driveway sat Eric’s maroon Buick. I was shocked but curious too, so I parked a few doors down the street, and sneaked into my house by the back door.

The house is on one floor so I had to be careful. This could still just be a legitimate meeting rather than an affair, and I didn’t want to be caught. These though were dashed completely when I heard giggling and coming form the bedroom. The door was open slightly so I moved past their door and into my daughter’s bedroom where I could get a good view of the activity.

I felt my face drain and my fingers go numb when I saw Eric sitting of the bed with his cock buried in my beautiful wife’s mouth. She was sucking hard and pumping the base of his cock with her hand. She was looking up adoringly at Eric as if spellbound by his presents. She was moaning quietly as she worked toward his explosion while he groaned with excitement and anticipation.

I turned away feeling more anger than I had ever had to deal with in my life, but my situation was compromised. I wanted to charge in and confront them but I loved Melanie. I didn’t want to lose her, and the violent scene that I wished for would certainly make the repair of our marriage difficult. Then too, Eric would probably fire me for interfering. He was constantly chasing the women in the office and even threatened their jobs if they did not give in to his lust. He was really a first class bastard.

I heard him growl, and I had to look again. He was pumping her mouth full of his cum and she was swallowing as fast as she could. The load must have been immense because I could see some dribbling out of her mouth and down her chin, and his cock. Depression overwhelmed me again as she smiled. She wouldn’t let me cum in her mouth. She said that it tasted too bad. Now she looked delighted swallowing his cum. His cock slipped from her mouth. It was surprisingly short; why did she want one that was so much smaller than my own.

Melanie moved to the bed and splayed her cunt wide like a whore. “Eat my God damned cunt!” shouted Melanie. “Make me cum, I want it so bad. Make me come”

Eric slid between her legs and started to slurp. “Is this what you want?” he said sarcastically.

“No you bastard, she screamed. “The clit, suck my clit.”

“You mean here,” he said, sucking on her pussy lips.

“My clit asshole,” she screamed again.

“Here,” he said.

“God, that’s it,” she said. “Oh it feels so good. Make me cum, make me cum.”

I turned and slid down against the wall. Tears were streaming down my face as I tried to stifle the sobs. I had never heard Melanie talk like that. She sounded like a real slut. I must admit that I was jealous, not only of the act, but her obvious enjoyment of the conduct that I had never seen before now.

I heard Lisa moan the scream again. I had to look, I just couldn’t stand it. She was wreathing on the bed, grinding her cunt into his mouth as hard as she could. Then with a mammoth explosion she came, shooting her cum over his face and onto the bed. Sadly I thought out loud, “I didn’t even know that she could squirt.”

Now I stood riveted to the action. Eric moved beside my beautiful wife and stared sucking on her tit. They weren’t big, B cups I think, but they were perfectly shaped and firm. He sucked for a few minutes as she moaned and fondled his balls.

Suddenly she grabbed his cock and wrapped her arms around his head. “Fuck me, fuck me now,” she cried. ” I need that cock all the way in my cunt, all of the way, you hear. Stick it in now.”

Eric said nothing. He moved on top of her and sank his cock in to the hilt in one shove. She groaned, threw her legs around his waist and dug the nails into his back. He was pounding her pussy unmercifully and she loved it.

“Yes, yes it’s good. Fuck me harder, harder. Make me cum Ahhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhh,” she gasped and she exploded in another orgasm. “You’re not done yet. Don’t cum. I want more.”

He turned her over and entered her doggy style. Now I could see his cock sliding in and out of my wife’s beautiful pussy. As he picked up speed he was pounding her. I could hear his pelvis slapping against her ass. I could see his fingers mauling her clit

Despite the revolting emotions I felt, nature began to take over. I suddenly became aware of my hardened cock straining against my pants. I refused to take enjoyment from this by jerking off but my body had other plans. Melanies hips began to buck hard almost pulling Eric out of her cunt. He grabbed her shoulders to gain leverage while she sent her fingers to molest her clit. With a giant roar Melanie came, more violently than I had ever seen before. I saw Eric’s ass contract as he shot stream after stream of his seed into her waiting tunnel. They collapsed on the bed in complete satisfaction. At the same time I started it spurt involuntarily into my pants. God it was a great orgasm. I was ashamed.

I turned back into the room just in time as I heard them start to get up. “You had better go,” she said. “I don’t want to get caught.”

“That wimp won’t say anything,” Eric replied. “He knows that I would fire him if he caused any trouble.”

“I don’t want to hurt him,” Melanie said. “I do love him you know.”

They moved to the entrance foyer and she gave Eric a passionate kiss good bye. She watched as he went to his car.

She turned and saw me standing there. The look of shock on her face was disarming. She started to cry and so did I. I was humiliated and hurt, but I still loved her. She looked me in the eye and said, “Will you listen to me for a while. If you want a divorce after you hear me out I will not resist, and will give you everything you want. God knows you deserve it.”

- Part II -

“It began two years ago at the company Christmas party,” she began. “Eric trapped me by the conference room door and ushered me inside. I had been warned by the other women about his advances, but I thought that I could keep him under control. He pressed against me rubbing his chest against my tits. I tried to move back but he pushed me against the table. He started to run his hand up my skirt. I told him to stop, but he said that he was going to fuck me and I might as well enjoy it. I told him no that I was true to you. He then advised me that if I was interested in your career and continued employment I had better cooperate. He said he liked to do cooperative wives.”

“I said that we would get caught here,” she continued, “but he would hear non of that. He said that he didn’t care, that he was the boss and if anyone didn’t like it that they would be unemployed. I convinced him that a blowjob would be better and that we would not be gone as long. He agreed but warned me not to spit it out. I tried to give the best suck that I could. I wanted to please him so that he would not take it out on you. His cock was kind of short so I could take the whole thing in my mouth and suck like crazy. He must have liked it because he shot off in no time. I was amazed at how much cum the produced. I couldn’t swallow it all and it dribbled down my chin and on to my dress. I put his cock in his pants and allowed him to kiss me. I really hoped that that would be the end.”

“That son of a bitch,” I screamed. “That was sex. Why didn’t you… I guess I understand.”

“I wish that was all,” she said,” but there is more. “The following Wednesday he came to our house and demanded another fuck. I knew that there was no sense to refuse so I just let him. When he left he said that he would be back every Wednesday and advised me to be there. This has continued ever since but there has been one change. I got to like it. He began to realize how much of a nympho I was and he even fixed me up with some of your visiting salesman. I guess that there have been a lot since then.”

Now I was sobbing uncontrollably, unsure of what to say or even what I thought. I guess that I was just numb. “I guess you couldn’t tell me,” I said. “I guess the whole office knows that you are the company whore. How can I ever go back there again.”

“I have a lot more to tell you so please hear me out,” she asked. “I am not the company whore. He fucks a lot of girls in the office, sometimes two or three a day. I don’t know how he keeps it up. The only women that he doesn’t fuck is his wife, and she fucks many of the salesman on the side. But there is more about me that you should know.”

“We went to different colleges so you didn’t know my reputation then, but I did my best to fuck every guy on campus,” she confided. “I have a stronger sex drive than any women that I know. When we got married I thought that I could control it; and I did for eight years. I had to masturbate two or three times a day but I did it. Sometimes I would rub my pussy raw after we fucked, unable to obtain satisfaction after more orgasms than I could count. There is nothing that I like better than a good stiff dick in my cunt or my mouth and I can’t seem to get enough. I never swallowed your cum, cursed while we were making love, or screamed with my orgasms because you always treated me with respect. You treated me like a lady, and I didn’t want to ruin that image.”

“There is one more thing,” she said. “There is a part of me that no one other than you can have. The love and emotion that goes with our sex is good and genuine. I feel things with you that no one else can give me. I really do love you. Judging from the spot on your pants it couldn’t have been totally bad. I want you to fuck me now and tell me it is ok. There is not competition for my love. You have it all. If you want me to stop I will try, but I would rather be me. I wish that we could alter our lifestyle but the choice is yours.”

I grabbed her and kissed her as hard as I could. She dropped to her knees and pulled out my hardened cock and started slurping. She ran her tongue around the tip and the up and down the length. God, I was hot and I was going to cum soon. My balls started twitching, my cock jerked, and I felt the hot load of juice explode into her waiting mouth. She swallowed as hard as she could trying to save every precious drop, but some dribbled on her chest. She took the finger, wiped it off and lifted it to her tongue.

I removed her clothes and started to push my face into her pussy. The smell of his cum and the juice mixed was overpowering and her thighs were sticky from the amount that dribbled down the legs. I thought about what I was doing but realized that this was not the first time that I had tasted his cum second hand. The aroma was drove me into ecstasy, and I drove my tongue into the crack savoring the taste and smell. I ran my tongue up and down her cunt finally stopping at her clit. A couple of licks sent her to heaven. She came over and over again. I lost count of her orgasms, but I kept licking until my tongue was worn out. I was determined to satisfy her.

My cock was hard as steel again so she rolled me onto my back and slid her pussy over my cock in one push. This fuck was as exciting as anything that I had ever felt. She was slick and smooth from all of that cum in her cunt. She fucked hard and fast until both of us exploded and collapsed on the floor. I was exhausted, but she raised herself on one elbow and asked me to rub her cunt some more. Then I realized what she meant when she said that she couldn’t get enough.

- Part III -

In the morning we fucked again. I didn’t care about being late. I don’t think that I cared whether or not I kept the job even though I had been there a long time and had a lot of intangibles. “Don’t say anything about yesterday darling,” she said. “Let me talk to Eric and see where we stand. I promise that whatever is done you and I will fuck each other more than we ever have, and our sex life will be great. OK?”

“Whatever comes up at work I will do nothing until I talk to you,” I replied. “I love you Mel, and I will go along with anything that will make you happy.”

When I got to work Lisa snickered but nothing was said about my tardiness or the preceding afternoon. About noon Lisa came into my office and told me that Eric wanted to see me immediately. Her superior tone unnerved me, but I said nothing. Eric was smiling when I entered his office. It was a friendly smile so I wondered what was up.

“Tom,” he began, ” You have been with this company for over ten years now and you have done an outstanding job. As a result I am promoting you to senior analyst immediately.” I knew that this would get me out of town more that ever and I was unhappy about that, but I remembered Melanie’s last words. ” I want you to move to the office down on the corner, the one with all of the windows, today. Tthen you can take tomorrow off too. On Monday you will have to go to York to straighten out John Avery’s network mess. Sorry, but I guess you will be there all week. By the way, a twenty percent raise and a company car go along with this position.”

I guess that I should have thanked him but I didn’t. I told him that I would get right on it and started out to claim my new office. “Send Lisa in on your way out, Tom,” he said. I passed the word along but waited outside the door after it was closed and locked. As expected, I heard Eric groan and say, ” Lisa you are the best cocksucker in the world.” I guess that she was a company whore too.

When I got home Mel greeted me at the door in a sleek black mini dress black hose and no bra, probably no panties either. The kids will be at Laura’s for the weekend and we are going to have the time of out lives. We went to dinner at a small quiet café, and I grew bolder than ever. I masturbated her under the table, something I had always wanted to do. She smiled and said, “This is going to be great,” as the juice ran down her legs.

We fucked and sucked all weekend through Sunday morning. I have never cum that many times or that often, but I was able to hang in with her. It was evident though that I could never really fulfil her by myself. Finally I asked,” Do you know about the new job.”

“Yes,” she said.

“You know that this will keep me out of town a lot more,” I said. “All of next week,” I added.

“I know,” she said with a sly look on her face. “I have a full week planned for my cunt, but it will take you a while to recover from this weekend, and it isn’t even over with. You can fuck other girls when you are out of town you know.”

She handed me a wrapped package and told me to open it. Inside were four surveillance cameras with microphones. She then produced a larger box that contained a recorder and monitor. ” Now Mister electronics expert, install these and you can watch anytime that you wish,” she said. The installation took about two hours and then we started making love again and kept at it until morning.

I had to start to York ten AM. Melanie walked with me to the car carrying another present. This is a speaker phone,” she said. Hook it up in your hotel room and I will call you about nine thirty after the kids are asleep.”

“Who are you going to fuck tonight?” I asked.

“Eric,” she replied. “I want you to hear the whole thing and jerk off while we are doing it. OK”

That night she called as planned. She told me that Eric wasn’t in on the plan, so I should not make any noise if possible. That call was the most erotic thing that I have ever heard. “God I love to suck your cock,” she said. “You cum so much it runs out of my mouth every time. Do it doggy style. That’s right, pump my pussy until I can’t stand it anymore. Yes, yes, that is so good. Fuck me more, more god it’s so gooooood.” Her pleas for more and his groans and praise of her charms made me so hot that I could hardly stand it. I could picture him shooting cum into her mouth, and doggy fucking her love tunnel. I could visualize the cum running down her thighs and the scratches on his back. She intentionally but discreetly detailed everything that was happening, and I had to join in. I jerked my dick until I came three times all over the bed. I was exhausted.

“He is gone now,” she advised. ” Did you like that.”

“It was great,” I said. “When I can’t watch or hear will you tell me about your exploits?”

“Sure I will,” she replied.

“I will be home on Saturday,” I told her. “Send the kids to your Mother’s for Saturday night and make dinner for three. Some wine would be nice too.”

“Are you planning a surprise for me?” she asked.

“You will see,” I said. “I really love you, and I will do anything for you. I think this new life style might be great.”

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Here is my fantasy:

Karen told me that her manager at work wants her to go on a business trip with him to New York. I know her boss, Ken, and I know he wouldn’t try anything with my wife.
Karen uses the breast pump for several days to store up enough breast milk for me to feed the infant while she is away. She always produces extra milk that the baby can’t drink and sometimes her tits get so full that she says they hurt and they leak continuously. I help her with the breast pump to relieve the pressure in her breasts and she thinks I just dump out the collected mothers milk. I drink it myself sometimes or pour it my dick and balls when I’m jacking off in the bathroom (one of my fetishes).

While my wife is getting ready to leave for the airport with her boss, I look at her open suitcase lying on the bed and I began to get curious. I peek into the open bag and I just see her business clothes skirts and blouses. Karen is in the bathroom putting on her makeup so I open the flap of her suitcase where she packed her underclothes. I saw her regular bras and panties and her pajamas on top. I lifted the pajamas to look underneath and was totally freaked out. There on the bottom of the suitcase, hidden under everything else, was her sexy nightgown and see-through bra and panties that she wears when she wants to get me excited, sexually!!!! Karen was coming back in the room so I quickly put the pajamas back over her sexy nightwear and pretended I was watching the news on TV.

Ken comes to pick up my wife to take her to the airport and they are both dressed in business attire. Karen kisses me good-bye as she walks out the door with her small suitcase. I wave to Ken out in our driveway and watch as they drive off. I can’t get the picture out of mind that my wife and mother of our children might be having sex with her huge, athletic, black boss!!!!

Karen calls me from the hotel that night where she and her boss are staying. She tells me that she had forgotten her breast pump and there was nothing open where she could get one. Then she got rather quiet and started to sob a little. She said her breasts really were sore and she couldn’t express the milk enough to relieve the pain. Then she got serious and told me that she told her boss about her problem and that he would help her if she wanted him to. I asked her how he could help and she told me that he could suckle her like the baby does. She said that he didn’t suggest it but she would if it was all right with me. My little dick was hard as a rock when she told me her plan and I just told her that I knew Ken and that he would be a perfect gentleman about the whole thing. She stopped her sobbing and gave me a kiss over the phone and said she would call me the next night.

When Karen hung up the phone, she got dressed for Ken. She put on her sexy see-through panties and bra and her sheer nightgown. Her boss knocked on the door and Karen let him into her room. Ken wasn’t expecting her to be dressed like she was but he doesn’t mind at all! Karen tells him that her breasts really need to be milked and that they are really sore. She looks at Ken’s huge bulge in his pants and tells him he can take his pants off if that will make it more comfortable for him, so he does., The head of his huge, black cock is now showing out of the leg of his boxer shorts and it is dripping seminal fluid onto the carpet.

My wife opens her nightgown and pull her right breast out to show her boss how stiff and swollen the nipple is. He looks at my wife’s fat tit and watches it dripping the cream-heavy hot milk. She holds her tit out to him and says, “Will you suck it for me Ken? It’s hurting so bad.” He stares fixed on my wife’s tit and takes his boxer shorts off, letting his enormous hard on pop free and swing in front of him. Karen gasps and says, “Oh my gawd, Ken!! Your cock is fucking huge!!! He stands in front of her and she takes the massive, throbbing meat in her little left hand (the one with her wedding ring on it) and runs her fingers up and down the length. She feels his heavy balls and proclaims “Oh my god!!! Your balls are so big and heavy, Ken. I can’t imagine what happen when you ejaculate. You must shoot quarts of cum from these!”

Ken bends over and puts his mouth over my wife’s leaking right tit and starts sucking her milk while he gently squeezes the big tit in his hand.. Karen takes her left tit out and Ken moves his lips to the swollen nipple and begins drinking. Karen has become so sexually aroused that she asks her boss, “Do you want to fuck me, Ken?” He just groans with her tit in his mouth and she says, “I want you to, but do you have any condoms? I think I am ovulating now and I don’t want to get pregnant.” He takes his mouth off Karen’s tit and says he has a condom in the pocket of his trousers. He tells my wife to get into bed and he goes to get his pants. Karen watches him reach into his pocket and then he turns out the light.

Ken get into bed with my wife and she asks him if he has the condom on. He takes both her hands in his right hand and holds her arms up over her head and says, “Yes, Karen, don’t worry now.” He kisses her passionately and milk begins running from her stiff nipples again. Karen moans “Oh! Fuck me now, Ken! Please fuck me!” My wife opens her legs and her boss get between them. He is still holding her arms over her head when he takes his other hand and puts the head of his huge, throbbing cock into her dripping cunt. Suddenly Karen shrieks, “You don’t have the condom on!!! Pull out!!” Ken just laughs and says, “I lied Karen, I don’t use condoms. They always break anyway.” Then he slides almost all of his powerful cock up into my wife’s tight vagina. Karen moans loudly and just says, “Don’t cum in me, Ken. I’ll get pregnant for sure!” He starts fucking her with long deep strokes, his balls hitting her hairy pussy with each inward thrust. Karen starts to squeal with an orgasm and pleads, “Fuck me!!! Yes!! Fuck me had and dirty, Ken!!!!” He boss straightens his back and pins my wife’s arms to the bed. He grunts and says, “Yeah!!! I love fucking this tight, white married cunt!!! I’m going to cum in you slut!!! Karen screams out “No! Don’t do it!!! Please!!! Pull out!!! Ken grunts again and puts the entire length if his cock up into my wife’s cervix. He begins pumping strong jets of thick hot sperm into Karen. She knows she will get pregnant but it’s too late she just lays there motionless while he finishes emptying his large balls in her and the thick, white sperm begins to run down the crack of her ass, onto the sheets.

When they get back home, Karen confesses to me that she let her boss fuck her every night that they were gone. She tells me that he had cum in her unprotected pussy at least a dozen times over the last four days. Two weeks later her pregnancy test is positive and she prepares to have another baby, Ken’s black baby”. As the months go by her tits get even bigger and her belly is huge. She stays at home now and is always walking around the house naked, holding my baby to one of her huge milk jugs while the other one drips continuously. She produces so much that she will lean over my breakfast cereal bowl in the morning and let me milk her into my bowl. The warm, fat-filled cream squirts from her big, cracked nipples like it was coming from a cow!

So the bottom line is that my sweet little wife went from a demure, faithful housewife, to a slut that loves getting fucked by her big, black boss. She is pregnant with his baby and will soon have a white baby and a black one sucking her enormous brown and chapped nipples. Of course I will be doing it too!

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I was attending a sorority party hosted by a few of the cheerleaders  who were members of that sorority. They had invited many of the  football players and a few frat guys. It was one of the older  sororities on Campus and mainly upper middle class southern white  girls  “The Southern Belle Types”.

When I got there I did notice there  were not many other black players there. I guess I got invited because  I was friends with the team quarterback and he dated one of the  cheerleaders. I felt a little uncomfortable sort of like the token  black guy. The party was pretty tame compared to some of the frat  parties I had gone to but I stayed because I had been taken a business  class that stressed the importance of networking. I figured what  better  networking could you do then a bunch of rich white girls who’s  daddy’s probably owned companies.

I was off in corner drinking a beer for quite awhile by myself when  one  of the sorority sisters named Megan came up and introduced herself.  She  said she noticed I was off all alone and thought it would be rude of  the sorority not to be friendly to all the guests. She was a cute  little sexy brunette with that pleasant southern accent. We stayed in  the corner for quite a while talking only stopping to get refills for  our drinks. Megan was drinking some fruity drink with rum in it.

Well  I  learned more about Megan then I ever wanted to know. As the alcohol  flowed into her so did her lips flow outwardly. She was from Atlanta  and her family owned an old southern company that made paper products.  Her mother was a member of this sorority and it was important that she  became a member and do well. She wanted to uphold the family  reputation.

I finished my third beer and was getting bored with her as she was a  little tipsy. Though I must admit she did look good. She had on a  school girl outfit for the football party theme I was getting ready to  leave. I finally told her I had to go, she begged me to stay but I  told  her I had an early exam and left. I went out the door and was walking  down the sidewalk when I heard someone calling my name. I looked back  and it was Megan. She came running up to me and surprisingly took my  hand and said she thought she would get some fresh air and wanted to  walk with me. We walked over to a bench near one of the classroom  halls  and sat down under a tree. Megan apologized to me and said her  sorority  sisters were a bunch of snobs.

We talked for awhile and she was different outside the sorority, she  had let her sorority persona down. She told me she had something to  confess to me. I said “Sure go ahead”. She said she was attracted  to me but had to be careful around her sisters and she hoped I was  offended. Hell I was use to racism I grew up with it all my life. I  should have walked away but she was so fucking cute and a chance to  get  some of her pussy one day lingered in the back of my mind. As we  talked  she got friendlier. She said she had always wanted to kiss a black  boy.  I just looked at her and said, “go ahead”. She smiled and I pulled  her close to me and gave her a soul kiss so deep and long that I am  sure she remembers it to this day.

We made out on the bench kissing and necking and I slid my hand under  her school girl skirt and this slut was soaked. She started moaning as  I slid my fingers up and down her slit. She whispered in my ear, “Is  it true”. I stopped and looked at her kind of odd and said, “Is  what true”. In her best school girl voice she said, “You know, are  black guy’s bigger then white guys”. I grabbed her hand and placed  it on my hard cock in my pants and said “Have you had anything that  big”? She started rubbing it through my pants and I told her to take  it out and she said, “No, not here, someone might see us, come with  me”. She grabbed my hand and led me into the building and said,  “There won’t be many people around here at this time of night”.  We got inside and she went over near a women’s restroom door and  lifted her squirt us exposing her panties to me and said “Come on  in”. I followed her in and she locked the door.

As soon as we were inside she was all over me and dropped to her knees  and took out my cock and started stroking it and licking it. To tell  the truth her aggressiveness caught me by surprise. I grabbed her by  the hair and told her to suck it; she just obeyed like a hot little  slut and began sucking my black cock like she had never had cock in  her  life. She kept trying to take it all in her mouth and even gagged  herself a few times and looked up at me and said “it’s so big Derrick,  I want it”!

At that moment I discovered the taboo of “Black Men and White Women”  and it’s never failed since. Once you get a white woman alone no  matter how upidity she seems, pay her a little attention and she taps  into the taboo and her curiosity gets the best of her. Megan got up on  the toilet and slid her panties down and spread her legs wide open for  me. She didn’t even ask for a condom. I slid my big black cock inside  her eager little pussy and she let out a loud moan, what a little slut  she had become.

I started slamming her hard and this hot bitch just kept spreading her  legs and taking it while screaming, “Yes, Yes, Derrick, Fuck Me”! Man  was her pussy hot and tight. All I knew was that I stretching this  bitch out and the next guy would never feel her tight pussy again. It  felt so good and she came several times cock. Suddenly felt my balls  tightening up and I pulled out shooting my hot cum all over her pussy  and ass and she kept wanting it.

I rubbed it all over her hot little cunt and she kept pushing her hips  into it. What a transformation I thought to myself.

God she was nasty little whore as most white women are once you get  them alone. I don’t know but for whatever reason they just feel freer  with a black man. She got up and cleaned off a little and kissed me  and  said, “Thanks” and started for the door. I picked up her panties and  started to hand them to her and she said”, Keep them, I will be back  for more”. Not only did I fuck her several times over the next few  years but I also got 2 of her other sorority sisters but Megan was the  best.

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First, she controlled their love life.  Gil was insecure to begin with, being short and slender, with sandy blond hair and a baby face.  Worse, he was cursed with a tiny dick.  When hard it was a mere three inches, skinny, and had a head even slimmer than the shaft.  The few girls he had attracted — with his money and not his appearance — had all rejected him in the bedroom once he lowered his pants.  Their laughter and derision made it almost impossible for him to attempt any new relationships.  That was another reason that, after Abby accepted him, he was desperate not to lose her.

So when she saw his minuscule endowment for the first time she hid her amusement.  Abby had him get completely naked while she only removed her panties.  She laid back on her bed, having taken him to her place where he would feel less at home, and spread her legs.

In a kindly tone she told him, “Get between my thighs dear.  No, not like that.  Put your cute face down there.  That’s a good little boy.  Now, we both know that what you have between your legs could never satisfy me.  Right?”  After he weakly mumbled his agreement she went on, “So you’re going to use your mouth on me.  I’m guessing that you know about that but aren’t entirely sure how to do it.  Correct?”

When he again agreed, she began issuing instructions, careful to bring him along slowly and not insult his inexperience.  She wanted him firmly in her grip before she advanced from merely mentioning his inadequacy to using it to completely tear down his already shaky ego.  Gil’s soft mouth felt good on her pubes.  He was clean shaven, but also the kind of guy who could go for a week without growing more than a bit of pale down where real men would produce rough whiskers.  She soon had him eating her just the way she liked, slowly and with lots of attention to her clit, and kept him at it until he gave her a quaking orgasm.  He was so nervous through it all, and repulsed by having to put his mouth on her moist, fishy-smelling slit, that he hadn’t even gotten an erection.  Poor Gil had gotten no pleasure whatsoever.  Yes, Abby told herself, this was going to be fun AND profitable.

She congratulated him effusively on the good job he had done.  Then it was time for his reward.  She said she had noticed how he stared at her legs.  Gil couldn’t deny his attraction to her long, shapely, lower limbs.  Abby declared that because he had made such a good effort to please her that she would let him massage her thighs and calves.  He was dumbstruck.  She wasn’t going to reciprocate his oral favors.  He was disappointed but too unsure of himself to dispute her decision.  At the same time he wasn’t adverse to feeling her legs.  Just the thought of a long session of rubbing her warm skin, feeling her firm muscles under his hands, got him hard.  His unimpressive penis stood up, announcing his unfitness to satisfy a woman.  She smiled instructively, not revealing if she was mocking or forgiving him.

“Start just above my ankles and work your way up,” she told him.  “Slowly.  I know this will be a big treat for you.”

With mixed feelings he got busy kneading the base of one calf.  Abby sighed and snuggled the back of her head into the pillow.  She would keep him down there for a looong time, letting Gil get used to the idea of being denied while allowed to touch her and getting increasingly frustrated.  He was halfway up that first calf when he let out a whimper of need.  The sound made Abby’s clitoris tingle.

In a raspy voice she told him, “I hope you’re not going to get whiney on me, junior.  I let you use your mouth on me and now I’m letting you have your selfish fun with my legs.  Please don’t get greedy.”

He was confused but the general idea got through.  He had better shut up and not show that he wanted more than he was getting.  Gil meekly kissed her calf and resumed massaging.  She was pleased and let him continue.  He was grateful and made no more signs of dissatisfaction.

It went on like that for the next two weeks.  She learned more about his Uncle Randall, how the older man had invested Gil’s inheritance for him and intimidated him into accepting only a small allowance from it, even signing papers to that effect.  Abby said that Randall must be a wonderful person, and that she’d sure like to meet him.  Gil demurred but she persisted until, while she was sexually teasing him and he was particularly vulnerable, he agreed to introduce her to him.  As a reward she used her hand on his little dick.  Even got him to the verge of finishing.  Then she stopped and left him more unfulfilled than ever.  To her it was hilariously funny to see him in discomfort, so upset, and not able to do a single thing about it.  All she had to do was wave her big tits in his face and he surrendered all over again.

The meeting with Randall came three days later.  Abby dressed very sexily, but stopped short of looking like a tramp.  She drove them to Randall’s large, impressive home.  Not letting Gil drive deepened his sense of dependence on her.  The poor schnook still hadn’t gotten to cum.  She had made him promise not to play with himself, even made him say out loud and in detail all the acts he wouldn’t perform in private, having him go into great detail about stroking techniques, lubes, and teasing his own nipples.  Worse for him, she got him to admit that he had been doing all those things before he met her.  But the best part was when she manipulated him into admitting that he was a virgin.  Abby had visions of marrying the pathetic wimp and making his virginal state permanent.

At Randall’s front door she tugged down her short skirt and adjusted the low cut top that showed off her deep cleavage.  When Randall opened the door he was greeted by the sight of a living sex doll with sultry eyes and pouty lips.

“Hello, dear,” he said with a toothy grin.  “Please come in.”  He glanced at Gil and added, almost disappointedly, “You too.”

Gil’s Uncle was tall and broad shouldered, with large hands.  His dark hair was expertly cut and the shirt, jacket and slacks he wore were all expensive without being showy.  Abby couldn’t stop looking at him, and didn’t care that Gil could see her reaction to the desirable stud.  Randall took her hand and led her into his home, telling her she was even lovlier than his nephew had said.  Abby chuckled throatily and gave his hand a squeeze.

The rest of the visit fit that pattern, with Randall mixing drinks for himself and Abby, then telling Gil to go and get himself whatever he wanted.  They sat on the couch and left Gil alone on a hard wooden chair.  Abby mentioned that she was concerned about Gil’s investments and Randall offered to give her a more detailed picture of them.  But he needed a bit of time to check the files on his computer first.  How about if she came back the next night?  Abby accepted at once.  The pair chatted happily for another hour before Abby said a reluctant goodbye and, with Gil trailing her, left.

On the ride back to her place, Gil let his jealousy show.  She scolded him and called him silly.  Then he reminded her that he had plans to go to the mall and buy himself some new clothes tomorrow night, and now they would be at Randall’s again.  She told him that she would drop him at the mall, go to Randall’s to discuss those money matters, and then pick him up later.  Gil was upset but didn’t want a second scolding.  He got one anyway, for being sulky.

Not wanting to push him too far just yet, Abby added, “I don’t want you getting emotional over every little thing, sweets.  Imagine how annoying that could be after we’ve been together for a few years.”

“A… a few… years?”

“Well, really, Gilly, can’t you see how much I like you?  If you just stop being such a fuss and do what I think is best, well, we might turn into a permanent couple — very soon.”

Those words canceled out all of his previous concerns.  He was walking on clouds.  Abby brought him back to reality by reeling off a shopping list of exactly what he should buy the next evening when he was alone at the mall.  She made him repeat everything back to her.  When they got back to her place she made him use his mouth on her legs and pussy, teased him until he was ready to scream with need, and then left him unfinished.  She said she was tired and wanted to rest alone.

“I’m too tired to drive you home, baby,” she said with a yawn.  “I know you won’t mind walking.”

He let himself out.  His apartment was across town.  It was a very long walk.  But he couldn’t afford a cab.  Uncle Randall had somehow confused the orders to the bank and now Gil hadn’t been able to draw any cash out for almost a week.  He had meant to mention it when they were there but had forgotten when he got concerned over all the attention Abby was paying to the older man.  His balls began to hurt as he covered block after block on foot.  He even felt it in his kidneys.  If only he could go home and wank himself, but Abby had made him swear that he wouldn’t and he would feel like he was betraying her if he did it.  Soon, he told himself, they would be having sex all the time.  She was talking about a permanent relationship.  Marriage?  Gil was ecstatic again.  But his balls still ached.

Gil got all the items Abby directed him to at the mall.  The entire time he couldn’t stop sneaking peeks at the pretty females around him.  He wasn’t sure why his girlfriend had him buying jockey short two sizes too small, or fuzzy bunny slippers, or those items at the novelty shop, but he kept consoling himself that she had dropped more hints about staying together on the ride over.  Now he was standing outside the mall, which had closed a half hour ago, wondering where Abby was.  She had taken his cell phone away, saying she didn’t want him getting distracting calls when he was supposed to be paying attention to her.  It was all right for her to get them all the time, however.  And she hadn’t given it back because she said he fussed too much and should learn to settle down.  He didn’t understand her thinking, and hated being treated like a misbehaving little boy, but she had taught him not to fight back.  Finally, after he spent almost an hour outside the mall exit, she drove up.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he got into her car.  “Why were you late?”  When she gave him a withering stare he ceased speaking.  Then he said, “I’m sorry.  I guess I’m being annoying again.”

“What you’re being is a big baby.  I was having fun with your uncle and we lost track of the time.  Is that all right with you?”

They were driving through a well lit area and he noticed that her clothes and hair were slightly mussed.  Had his uncle tried to kiss her… or something?  He didn’t want to irritate her again so he just said, “That’s fine.”  Again feeling guilty, he apologized.  “I don’t mean to…  I mean I’m not trying to…”  He sighed.  “I’m sorry, Abby.  I’ll try to behave better.”

She patted his thigh.  “It’s alright.  You can make it up to me when we get back to my place.”

And make it up he did.  She had him feeling so at fault and so concerned with not being a complainer, that when she switched him from eating her pussy to kissing her asshole, he didn’t say anything.  That might have been partly because he was trying to figure out why her slit had tasted funny and been so… creamy?  Had she gotten aroused from being around his uncle?  That must be it, he told himself as he slid his tongue out of her ass and resumed slurping her slot.  Of course that was the explanation.  It couldn’t be the other thing he was imagining.

A week after that they were engaged.  Abby had already told Randall so he could have his high-powered lawyer draw up a pre-nup.  When Gil tried to read it she began to get irked, questioning whether he trusted her or not, so he signed everything without reading any of it.  Abby smiled as she put away the papers into a briefcase which Gil had never seen before — and locked it.  She gave him a big kiss on the forehead.  Because he had his mouth between her legs so often she had made a rule that he couldn’t kiss her on the lips — at least, not the upper ones.  Abby made a joke about it, saying that everything would change once they were wed.  Gil didn’t know how true that was.

The marriage came soon after that.  In between, of course, Abby kept Gil running and fetching, as well as his usual sexual duties, which he performed without getting what he wanted in return from his fiance.  She had him just about cross eyed with frustration by the time they got married.  First there was the paperwork at city hall, and then a private ceremony was scheduled at Randall’s home, which he had generously volunteered.  Abby had to spend several nights there to help get it ready, sometimes even staying over, and always returning with that ‘used’ look about her.  Gil became irrationally jealous, even as he told himself, each time, that it was just his imagination making him think something was going on between his super-sexy bride and his stud of an uncle.

At last the happy day arrived.  Abby had managed the guest list and somehow missed all of Gil’s friends, the few that there were.  He had a handful of relatives there, including his Aunt Meg, who had always despised him as a spoiled brat.  She was about Randall’s age, with overblown curves, wearing a snug skirt and jacket combination, along with a blouse that had a high lace collar, all topped off with a pert hat that featured a full-face net that fell over her heavily made-up features.  Gil also noticed the flashy pumps she wore, with four and a half inch heels.  As she chatted with Randall she held one end of her mink stole in a gloved hand and gestured with it to emphasize whatever points she was making to him.  Gil’s uncle smiled and nodded at her words.

The ceremony was conducted by a mannish woman from some obscure group Gil had never heard of.  Many of Abby’s friends were similarly odd, including femmish men, leather-favoring females, and a few males who appeared to have had their spirits crushed, the way they kept their eyes downcast and deferred to the women they accompanied.  Gil was strangely disturbed by those powerless men.  When the ‘minister’ told him he could kiss the bride, Gil had to get up on his toes and Abby to lean down a bit.  At the last moment she turned her head enough that he wound up merely kissing her cheek.

The reception, also at Randall’s house, was pleasant enough, except that Abby danced with every male there.  She shared the floor THREE times with Randall.  Gil got to dance with those women who favored leather and he found the experience strangely exciting.  He even got one of his little stiffys and — just his luck — Abby saw it.  He blushed furiously as she pierced him with her gaze.  She also insisted that he eat several huge pieces of wedding cake, which left him feeling stuffed and queasy.

Then the guests departed and it was time to consummate their marriage.  Abby said she had plenty of champagne and shouldn’t drive.  Gil’s uncle offered them a room there for the night.  As uneasy as that made the new husband, he couldn’t think of any valid objection when Abby accepted.  Soon they were in a spacious guest room and she told him seductively to get undressed.  Gil rushed to get out of his suit, even falling down with one leg in his trousers and the other out.  At last he was naked.  But Abby was still dressed.  She came toward him, towering on her five inch heels.  When she pressed herself against him he realized just how ill he felt from all that cake she had made him eat.

“M… maybe we sh… should wait,” he suggested weakly.

“It’s our wedding night,” she reminded him as she fingered his nipples, triggering an immediate erection.  Abby let the front of her wedding dress touch his short hard member.  “You wouldn’t let me down, would you?  None of the guys I dated ever let me down.  I’d be very unhappy if you couldn’t make me happy.”

All at once he was stricken with performance anxiety.  His penis wilted to half-solid.  Why had she brought up her ex-lovers at such a crucial moment?  His stomach felt worse.  She gave his nipples teasing tugs, making his limpish dick rise again.

“I mean,” she went on, “if you messed up on our special night, I wouldn’t feel any obligation to be there for you in the bedroom again — ever.”

“E… ev… ever?” he mumbled, his stutter getting worse.  “B… bu… but we’re m… married now.  Y… you’re m… my w…w…w… wife.”

“In name only until you’ve done the deed.”  Her soft hand went to his standing organ.  “Otherwise, you’ll be a husband without privledges.  No sex for little Gilly.”  She stroked his dick.  The strokes were very short.  “How would you like that, loverboy?”

He was so confused that he didn’t pay attention to how his body was reacting.  After how much she had been denying him, Gil’s needs were overwhelming.  Abby felt his immature dick pulse and she stepped to the side without releasing it.  Two more strokes and he knew he was about to cum.  Before he could say anything she gave him a hard squeeze and then released him.  His bobbing dick spurted once and then, because she was no longer touching it, followed up with only a feeble dribble.  She had made him shoot.  It hadn’t even been satisfying.  And now Abby was glaring down at Gil with burning anger.

“I… I’m…”  He bit his lower lip.  “Abby, honey.  I d… didn’t mean to…”  He felt ridiculous standing there naked while she was still dressed.  But when he reached for his pants on the bed she stopped him.

“You worthless excuse for a man,” she spat.  “That’s it.  I’ve put up with your shortcomings — “  She stared meaningfully at his tiny shriveled penis.  ” — and I’ve tried to help you.  But this is too much.  You have insulted me beyond anything I could have imagined.  NO, don’t say one word.  I’m furious, you useless shrimp.  And I know exactly what I’m going to do about it.”

She snatched her cellphone from the dresser and opened it, then hit a pre-set number.  Gil stood there dumbly, his hands at his sides, trembling.

“Hello,” Abby said, her voice suddenly vulnerable.  “Randall?  I need you in our room.  Please.  Right now.  Your stupid nephew has just ruined my wedding night.  I can’t believe how thoughtless and selfish her really is.  If only I had known…”

She sobbed theatrically and closed the phone.  Gil was still trying to compose himself, to find the words to turn this disaster around, when there were footsteps in the hall and a sharp knock on the door.

“Come in,” Abby said.

Before Gil could react, the door opened and in strode his uncle, now wearing a dressing robe over silk pajamas.  Gil was humiliated to be seen undressed by his uncle but the longstanding fear he had of the older, taller, stronger man seized him and prevented him from moving.  Abby gave an emotional account of what had happened, insulting her new spouse over and over during the telling.  At last she was done and Randall took her into his strong arms.

“There, there,” he said. “You’ve received a terrible shock, darling.  Let me make you feel better.  That is what you want, Abby, isn’t it?”  He tilted up her chin and looked into her eyes.  “Isn’t it?”

“Yes, dear.  Thank you.  I need a man.  That pathetic specimen is hopeless and it’s my wedding night and…”

He silenced her with a long deep kiss.  She swooned in his arms.  Then she recovered enough to put her arms around him and return the kiss, her hands running up and down his back.  All at once he was caressing the side of one of her large breasts through her wedding dress, his other hand on her ass.

Gil at last found his voice and said breathlessly, “Please, Uncle Randall.  That’s m… my w…w…w…”

“Shut up, you twit,” he told his nephew firmly.  “Are you too insensitive to see how much you’ve hurt this wonderful girl?”  As he spoke he unzipped her dress in the back.  “I’m going to give her what she wants and needs.  Which is more than you can do.  I’d be surrpised if she ever wanted you touching her again.”

Abby said, “I already told him that if he screwed up tonight he wasn’t going to get any sex… permanently.”

“B… but… that’s s…s…so un-f… fair,” he sobbed.

Randall marveled, “And he’s a crybaby, too.  I’m sorry I didn’t see this before, Abby.  I should have.  He’s always been a wimp loser.  Let me do what I can to make you feel better.”

Her hand went to his crotch and her tone brightened as she said happily, “It feels like you can do a LOT to make me feel great.”

He slipped her dress down off her shoulders and pressed his lips to the bared flesh.  Abby sighed the way Gil had hoped he could make her.  Instead, he was watching his superior uncle perform the deed.  When Gil tried again to speak, Randall silenced him with a threatening glower and told him to get down on his knees.  Frightened, the short groom did as he was told.

The couple slowly and sensuously undressed each other.  Abby was so beautiful that Gil gasped in spite of himself as she stood there in only her wedding veil, garter belt, white stockings, and heels.  Randall’s muscular body was on display, his cock a solid, thick nine inches.

Abby smirked at her groom.  “Can you believe it, wimpy?  He has THREE times as much between his legs as you do.  More, if you count how wonderfully big around it is.  Mmmmmm.  And his balls absolutely put yours to shame.”  She cupped Randall’s testicles in her warm hand.  “Looks like I’m going to have a good evening after all.  No, make that a PERFECT evening.”  She laughed happily.

Still on his knees, Gil saw the two of them lay down on the bed, where he should be.  His uncle was running his stong hands up and down her body as if he owned it which, at that moment, he did.  Gil’s husbandly rights had vanished along with his brief uncontrolled erection.  Now he was soft and his wife was about to be on the receiving end of that billy club of meat.  Gil sniffled as Abby spread her thighs and Randall knelt between them, his shaft in position for penetration.  Abby purred with anticipation.

Gil moaned, “Nooooo.   P… p… pleeeease don’t…”

But before he could say it they were doing it.  Randall shoved himself into her and began pumping at once.  Abby responded enthusiastically, thrusting back at him, writhing under his invading cock, and urging him to give her more.

She told him, “Don’t stop.  I’ll never get anything like this from that dud of a husband I’m stuck with.  You can have me any time and anyplace you want, lover.  And my loser spouse will NEVER feel the inside of my pussy with his pathetic little dick.  All he’ll EVER have in there will be his tongue, which I’m going to keep very VERY busy from now on.”

“Whatever you want, baby,” Randall answered.  “I’m going to put it to you all the time.  And I think your imbecile husband should ALWAYS have to watch us.  I want to remind him over and over what he’s missing out on.”  He laughed deeply as he continued to plow her.  “We’ll never let him forget that he’s been turned into a complete cuckold.”

All Gil could do was to stare helplessly as they enjoyed over a half hour of spirited lovemaking.  His bride had two loud climaxes before Randall shot his heavy load.  Both of them laid back, spent and happy.  Abby told Gil to put himself into the closet, get down on the floor, and stay there until one of them let him out.  He obeyed without complaint, so broken was his spirit.  In the dark closet he found himself between two pair of his wife’s sexy boots.  As he curled up in the cramped space he hugged one of the boots to his narrow chest and cried himself to rest.

In the morning, Randall finally let him out of the closet.  Abby was on the bed, legs spread.  Randall clamped his hand like a vise on the back of his nephew’s skinny neck and steered him to where his wife waited.

Abby said, “All right, husband dearest, time to perform for me.”  She giggled nastily.  “Tell him, Randall.”

“Of course, dear.  What you’re going to do, little Gilly, is get your face between her gorgeous legs and use your mouth on her pussy which, by the way, she hasn’t washed since we had all that fantastic sex last night.  In other words, wimp, you’re going to clean up that mess I left, all that sticky cum, inside and and out.  It’s what a cuckold gets for breakfast.  You’d better learn to love it because you’re going to be getting lots more, morning after morning after morning.  Now get busy.”

Sore from his night in the closet, afraid of his physically superior uncle, Gil got into position and brought his lips close to her labia.  He could smell Randall’s salty ejaculate.  Feeling queasy but too much of a coward to fight back, Gil began to lick and suck, falling into the rhythm of giving pleasure that Abby had spent so many pleasant hours teaching him.  Soon she had a delicious mini-orgasm and then let him finish laving her privates, even making him check for cum overflow between her cushiony ass cheeks, where he found and tongued up some dried messiness.

After that Gil’s life became an endless round of teasing and denial, cuckold games, petty torments, and constant humiliations.  The latter mistreatment included those items she had made him buy at the mall when, he now realized, she had been getting laid by his uncle.  He had to wear the too-small jockey shorts and sleeveless undershirts, which made him look as young as his youthful face and undersized penis suggested he was.  The addition of the bunny slippers only made it worse.  Finally, there were the items from the novelty store, which included a big pacifier on a ribbon, which he had to wear around his neck, and an adult-sized bib.

His Aunt Meg often came over to ‘babysit’ him when the happy couple went out on the town to spend Gil’s money.  Meg gleefully made Gil do housework, even having him clean out the toilets with a toothbrush.  When he didn’t perform up to her impossibly high standards, which was every time, she would put him over her plump thighs with his tight shorts pulled down and use her leather-gloved hand to spank his pale bottom until it was bright red.  Sometimes she used a hairbrush or sorority paddle.  Those sessions were always followed with Gil having to lap her pussy while she heaped verbal abuse on him.  After Randall and Abby returned he had give them a full account of everything that had transpired, and hearing about his suffering inevitably got his wife hot.  That led to her having more terrific sex with Randall while Gil had to watch, knowing that he would be served another warm ‘cuckold breakfast’ the next morning.

One last item.  That pre-nup Abby had rushed him into signing without reading, the one drafted by Randall’s slick lawyer, assured that if Gil divorced his wife he would be left penniless.  It was a nice added entrapment.  She controlled his money and never let him carry more than a few dollars, as well as allowing him to have but forbidding him the use of ‘their’ charge cards.  But if they seperated he would be left without any of it.  Gil lost either way.  Spending his money and telling him about everything she purchased gave her a thrill.

One of her favorite purchases she made on line.  It was a male chastity tube, a custom made one to hold Gil’s tiny dick.  She and Randall celebrated with champagne the night they locked it onto him.

Abby said, “If you had any hope of ever losing your virginity, this should convince you that will never happen.  You can’t even jerk off.”  She laughed and Randall joined her.  Gil’s new plight aroused her and she kissed his uncle passionatly.  To Gil, she went on, “I’m going to have a friend who’s a nurse come in once a month and milk your prostate.  We’ll watch and I’ll make sure it’s as demeaning as possible.  Meg is especially eager to be present when Nursey sticks her rubber-gloved finger up your butt and makes you dribble out your cum without getting any fun from having your little balls emptied.  Won’t that be a treat, Gilly?”

He looked at his oh-so-desirable wife and tried not to sob as he said, “Yes, dearest.  Whatever makes you happy.”

Which was the only answer he was allowed to give.  For anything.

THE END?

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I was having lunch with an old friend from my army days. Jeff was in from Boston for a sales convention and we had arranged to meet for lunch at the same hotel where he was staying. The conversation covered every subject under the sun and when I got to the point where I asked him how his wife was he gave a loud snort and told me that she was long gone.

“Came home from work early one day and found her in bed with two guys. I kicked her ass out and I haven’t seen her since.”

So then I asked how his love life was and he smiled and said, “Never better. In fact, you might even call it splendid. There seems to be something about an unmarried man of my age that attracts some women and I’ve learned to make the most of it. As a matter of fact, I got to do something a few weeks back that most men can only dream about.”

He saw the interest on my face and said, “I got to make love to a mother and daughter on the same weekend.”

I chuckled, “Oh boy, this one I’ve got to hear.”

It was at a symposium that Jeff’s company was sponsoring and Jeff had been tasked with giving a talk on ISO 9000. He had gotten to the hotel where the symposium was being held a little early so he went into the hotel bar for a quick beer. As soon as his eyes had gotten accustomed to the low light level he noticed a strikingly beautiful woman sitting by herself at a table. Ever the opportunist he walked over to the table and asked her if he could join her. She had smiled and said that he could, but that it might be for only a moment or two as she was waiting for her daughter to join her. They made small talk and he commented on the fact that he rarely saw a woman of her beauty in the bar so early in the day. The woman raised an eyebrow at that and said, “Oh? You spend a lot of time in here early in the day?”

He laughed and explained why he was there and told her that his company regularly used the hotel for such affairs. More small talk and then he had asked her to have dinner with him and she had said that she would have loved to, but that she didn’t think that her husband would approve. Jeff had laughed and said:

“Bring him along. It will be a small price to pay for being able to look at you.”

She said that it wouldn’t be possible because her husband wasn’t traveling with her. More small talk and finally she agreed to meet him for a drink when she and her daughter got back from shopping. About that time the daughter showed up and he had excused himself.

At four he was sitting at a table in the bar when the woman and her daughter came into the bar and joined him. It was Happy Hour and the three of them drank and talked until six and then he had taken both of them to dinner. After a leisurely meal, accompanied by several glasses of wine, they went back to the bar where a small band was setting up and they had more to drink while he took turns dancing with both mother and daughter. About ten the daughter said she wasn’t feeling well and she left to go up to her room. Jeff and the woman danced and drank some more and about midnight the woman had said she’d had enough fun for one night and Jeff had walked her to her room. At the door the woman had turned to him and thanked him for keeping her company that night:

“Sorry I can’t ask you in, but I think that’s some thing my husband wouldn’t approve of.”

Jeff said that he had expected as much and then he had bent and kissed her. She had responded and one thing had led to another and then they were in the woman’s room and were undressing each other.

“God was she beautiful. She had a nice tight body just made for fucking and as an added bonus she had on nylons, garter belt, and high heels, “My absolute favorite turn on.”

She led him to the bed and then things got energetic. They went sixty-nine on each other, fucked three times, and when he left her room at three in the morning he was tired out. He asked if he could see her again the next night, but she said they were leaving in the morning to visit relatives. As the woman’s door closed behind him and he turned to go down the hall the door to the next room opened and a hand shot out, clutched his arm and pulled him into the room. It was the daughter. She was nervous and her hands were shaking as she stood there in her baby-doll pajamas looking every bit as sexy as her mother had.

“I saw you” she said, “I saw you and my mother” and she pointed at the connecting door. “I saw you on your knees licking her pussy” and she glanced nervously at the bed. “My husband won’t do that for me and he won’t let me do it for him either. Will you do it for me?”

He had eaten the daughter’s pussy, and had let her suck his cock and they had fucked twice. She had wanted to go again, but Jeff wanted to be gone before the mother woke up and found him with her daughter.

“God, but they were a pair and I’m never going to forget them. Even if the two of them hadn’t fucked me damn near to death I wouldn’t forget them because they both had names out of the ordinary. The mother’s name was Chloe and the daughter was Anastasia. But I’m not done yet” he said.

He left the hotel and went home to pick up his golf clubs and headed for Hyannis Port. He was playing in a charity golf tournament that weekend and he was going to stay with his cousin and her husband Paul while he was there. He and Paul took off for the golf course and when they got back to the house five hours later he was introduced to Paul’s cousin, who was also going to spend the weekend. It was Chloe and a minute later Anastasia walked in. There was an awkward moment or two before Paul suggested they have cocktails and then things began to lighten up a little.

“It was hard trying to work out the logistics. I couldn’t let my cousin or Paul know what was going on, and I didn’t want Chloe to find out about Anastasia, but in the end it worked out all right. I fucked both of them two times on Saturday and Chloe three times on Sunday. Poor Anastasia only got it twice from me on Sunday, but what the hey, life isn’t fair.”

You are damn sure right about that I thought. I excused myself and went and made a phone call. When I got back to the table I told Jeff he’d been invited over for dinner and I wouldn’t take no for an answer.

We pulled into my drive and parked behind a Chevy pickup and I said, “It looks like my daughter and her husband will be joining us for dinner.”

We went in the front door and I hollered, “Honey, I’m home.”

My daughter came out of the kitchen and when she saw us her face went white. “Jeff” I said, “This is my daughter Anastasia. Now where is my wife? Chloe, where are you? Come and meet our guest.”

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Like most people, male or female, I have a natural lurid curiosity which I would be happy to satisfy if I weren’t caught at it, a totally natural and deep-seated interest in all things obscene — just because they are forbidden.

The bulges in the six surrounding youths’ sloppy large pants told me that they were interested in more than just territorial rights at the moment. They just didn’t know how to go about getting into my panties other than using intimidation, or worse, trying to hard. I knew that I had to defuse the situation immediately, or suffer the consequences of my mistake, and pay a higher price than a woman should ever have to pay.

“Whoa fella’s,” I said breaking into their choir like tirade.

“What’d you say bitch?!” The oldest, tallest, and ugliest of them snapped at me. His pock marked face surround by blond, and red dreadlocks would have been enchantingly laughable in normal society, but here it was just scary, and I guess that was their point.

“Look,” and I reached out, and took his bulge in hand, and squeezed it, “we don’t have to make a racial statement that turns us all into losers, now do we? If all you want is a little white pussy, then just ask nicely.”

“Huh?” he gasped in chorus with his friends.

“All I’m saying, and hell all any woman really wants is a little pampering, a little love talk, and a few signs of affection to show that she’s appreciated before she lets a guy through the door. Understand?”

“Um, not entirely,” he replied, but without moving away from my handhold.

“Well,” I said, my heart beating like a trip hammer as I drew on my imagination’s well of fantasy, “I’m not a little girl as you can see, I’m a woman, and women like to be earned.”

“How much?” Was his quick reply, taking me for a hooker. Still, I was flattered that he was willing to even pay me to get into my panties.

“I’m no pro!” I scolded, and squeezed my hand for emphasis. “I’m not talking about money here,” and I looked around me at his friends to see that they were all holding their own bulges as I held his.

“Then what?” He gasped.

“Well,” I thought out loud, “some women like men to fight over them. But I could hardly ask you to fight your friends here, now could I?”

All six of them shook their heads in response to that question, and I knew then that I had their full attention.

“However,” I continued, “there is nothing like a little friendly competition to earn a woman’s favors to set her heart afire, and open her silky thighs. If you know what I mean?”

And when they all nodded their heads in agreement I knew that I was in for an unexpected party of a lifetime.

“Okay,” I said, and began stroking tall dark and ugly’s thick growing log through his trousers, “I think that I know of a way for us to all have a lot of fun, and make this a win/win situation.”

“How’s that?” Six voices asked at once.

“Well first off,” I said, and pulled my hand away from his bulge, “and don’t take this wrong mind you, but I insist that my lovers all be fresh out of the shower for one thing. Which means that we need a place with a little privacy, and a lot of hot water before we start the competition.”

“What’s the competition?” Asked the big guy.

“My name is Lauren,” I said, by way of introduction.

“I’m Rodney,” he replied, “Most call me “The Rod.”

“It fits you,” and I tugged at his bulge for emphasis, and then he began to introduce me to his five friends.

“This is Duke,” he pointed to his left to the barrel chested black youth with the chiseled Mandingo like face. This guy had to be a football star, or into body building that was for sure.

The next guy he introduced was nicknamed Porpoise, he was the portly one of the group, though not entirely what you would call fat as he proved later. Spike, Decker, and Shaka Dog could have all been from the same litter as they were as thin as rails, and all three wore the same overly large 501′s around their pubic bones, or half way down their asses. How any of them walked around without losing their pants is a mystery to me, and science both. However I at least now knew them all by first, or nickname, and that’s all that counted.

“So what’s this about a competition?” Rodney inquired.

“I thought that since it is obvious that you all want to get into my shorts that you could show me just how much you really want me by having a good old fashioned pie eating contest.”

“PIE eating contest?” Rodney actually looked puzzled.

“Yeah, a hair pie eating contest,” I replied. “Mine.” It was then that I lifted my skirt, right there in the dark alley to let them all get a look see at what they were really wanting the whole time. I keep my thick pubic thatch quite trim actually, shaped into a small heart above my clitty due to the fact that my hair color is bright reddish orange down there as I am a natural Strawberry blond. I keep the rest of the area perfectly bald as that’s the way my husband likes it, and I find it much more hygienically satisfying.

“Damn baby!” Rodney growled with controlled passion. “You ain’t wearing any panties!”

“I’m glad you noticed,” I smiled back at his shocked look, then slowly lowered my skirt back into place. “As you can see I’m all showered, and ready to go.”

“Hammond’s!” Duke spoke up for the first time.

“Hammond’s?” I inquired.

“Yeah,” Rodney agreed with his friend, then looking down at me, “It was a family owned Convenient Store up until last week. They moved out yesterday, but they left the water, and lights on in their living quarters for the fire marshals inspection for the new owners. But they won’t be here until next week.”

“I don’t want to break in,” I insisted.

“No problem,” Rodney said, “They gave Duke the keys to the place. He’s their first cousin. There’s even a double bed for him to use there.”

“Sounds perfect.” I said, and followed arm in arm with Rodney as Duke led the way down the street, and Porpoise made a chalk mark next to my car on the pavement by the left front tire before joining the rest of us. Which I could only assume was by way of protecting it from local vandals.

It was a tired old building, much like the rest of the residences in the area, but it alone had a store front with a loading zone on the first floor, with the living quarters on the second floor directly above with a separate entrance way on the side in the back alley. Surprisingly it was very clean inside, with no pealing paint, and some very smart wallpapering, and lovely natural old wood framing, molding, and panels. However save for the double bed in the middle of the living room there wasn’t another thing in the interior until you went into the bathroom, which was strangely fully stocked.

“This will do nicely,” I said, then stepped into the bathroom, and closed the door behind me without locking it.

I hadn’t locked the door as a sign of trust on my part, but I needed a moment to compose myself before I could go any further. So far I was as safe as my comrades could make me, but I was also isolated from my own world, and had to get in touch with my husband so he wouldn’t wonder why I hadn’t showed up, and so somebody would know where I really was. So while I used the facilities I called Jim on my cell-phone, and told him what I was up to, and where. He agreed that I had done the best thing by not getting sexed, but was a little puzzled at first about my not wanting to get the police involved. When I explained that this was a chance to live out one of my girlhood fantasies without getting hurt he finally agreed as long as they didn’t keep me there over night.

“I guess that just depends on their stamina,” I said before closing out the cell phone.

I gave myself a cool douche from the bidet to clean myself up, and then stepped out of the bathroom, and called out; “Next!”

I almost thought that they were going to fight over the shower, but Rodney took command right away, and said that they would; “…go in the order of introduction’s to the lady.”

Meaning that as far as the showers were concerned he went first, then Duke, then Porpoise, and so on.

“Nobody touches Lauren though until she’s ready,” Rodney finished, and that was probably why the argument ended with a friendly note.

“We could use a few chairs,” I commented out loud as Rodney closed the bathroom door behind him.

“They left some folding lawn chairs out on the balcony,” Duke informed us then. And with the others help we had enough chairs for four people to sit down on, and that meant two had to sit on the bed while Rodney showered. I chose a chair so as to favor no one in particular, and suddenly we were all just talking, and getting to know each other.

As I’d thought Duke was into football, and going to college on a athletic scholarship the coming fall. Spike had been invited to UCLA on a music scholarship, but wasn’t sure he wanted to leave his homies as yet. Pointing to Decker, and Shaka Dog as they were going to have to repeat their senior year in high school. Luckily for me they were over 18. But it was Porpoise that really surprised everyone there by telling us that he was going to MIT in the fall.

Somewhere during the conversation Rodney came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel around his waist, and took Duke’s place as Duke headed for the shower. I got to hear then about how Rodney had been accepted into the Air force Academy, and his plans for becoming the first black man on Mars.

“Ever eaten a white girl?” I interrupted.

“Uh, no, not really,” Rodney responded slowly, as if thinking about how to answer the question in front of his friends.

“Any one here ever eaten any pussy?” I asked then.

Porpoise hesitantly raised his right hand, and then Decker, and Shaka Dog raised theirs as well.

“Good,” I stated, “you men can coach the virgins. You know, sorta kibitz, or give them hints, and suggestions on technique if you will. And since Rodney is sort of a virgin to eating pussy, and well, he is the leader of you guys, I think he should eat my pussy first. After all he has already taken a shower, right?”

The nods of every head in the group settled the issue as far as I was concerned. So I slouched down in the chair, spread my knees wide, and lifted the hem of my skirt up to my face, and then held it with my teeth.

“Come on brown sugar,” I whisper lisped through my teeth in my huskiest voice, “time to eat some white pussy. And remember, the best cunt lapper gets to fuck me first. So you might want to listen up to your friends, and me especially while you’re learning.”

You didn’t have to tell Rodney something like that twice, he dove into my crotch with a full half twist, his tongue slicing through the swollen lips of my excited pussy like a knife through melted butter. And my legs wrapped around his head of their own accord. It this guy had never eaten pussy then he was the all time Rookie of the year as far as I was concerned. And when the tip of his oral appendage tickled my G-spot I knew then that this was no tongue-fucking rookie by any means. I instantly went in multiple orgasm mode shimmying, and shaking uncontrollably in that simply lounge chair like a monkey in a banana tree on ecstasy. My hands holding his black face in up tight against my pink gyrating pussy, mumbling, screaming, and yelling out every blaspheme known to mankind as I forced Rodney to lick up my never-ending supply of girl goo melting out of my cunt.

My only problem when I get like this is that I can be a real fucking pig of a slut, and when I saw Duke coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel I crooked a finger at him to get him to come closer. Once he was in reach I simply grabbed the towel, pulled him right up next to me, and rid him of that pesky loincloth so as to get at his growing hunk of black man meat. And yes, it was very fucking big. So big that it took both of my hands to hold onto it as I opened my mouth to get what I could of it into my mouth. Which was barely more than an inch back of the crowning head.

I lost all sense of time for a while as Rodney’s tongue brought me from one mind numbing set of multiple orgasms to the next set. I was in hog heaven getting my pussy quaffed, and my mouth stuffed with big black cock. So much so that it took a while for me to realize that two more of the gang had joined in on either side of me to suckle, nip, and lightly bite at my heaving titties. Hell, they hadn’t even bothered to take off my blouse, or the demi-cup bra underneath, just pulled everything to the side, and had at them. For all essential purposes I was still fully dressed saved for the fact that I wasn’t wearing panties. The whole scene in my mind creating a picture of a perfect slut in carnal carnage melt down.

Now I’m not one to brag, but I can pretty much say with some authority that I’m a damn sexy looking vixen. In fact I know that I have a better body than most of the up, and coming starlets out in Hollywood, and that I’m pretty enough to turn more than my fair share of heads. I eat, and exercise properly, and try not to overdue anything that isn’t related to sex. So when I tell you that those guys were all over me like wolves sharing their last meal on earth, please believe that I know what I am talking about here. And I wallowed in all of that black flesh like a sow in a mud hole.

I was sucking on one big black cock, after another, with a big black cock in each hand that I was stroking enthusiastically as well. And all the while one of those black bristly heads was between my thighs licking away at my sopping wet slit, or tongue fucking my tight tender little pooper. I don’t have any idea of how many orgasms I went through, or how long this part of the foreplay lasted, but suddenly I found myself all alone flat on my back on the bed’s mattress with the only sheet in the place rumpled up underneath my soaking wet ass.

“Uh, where did everybody….?” I started, then opened my eyes to see that I was surrounded by no less than seven throbbing hard black cocks. This party was starting to grow. Some of which were being stroked as they pointed in my general direction.

“Foreplay is over, baby,” Rodney informed me, “time fo you to choose who fucks you first.”

“And who’s second,” Duke put in just before the rest of them set off a volley of numbers that I was in no real shape to comprehend.

“Yeah, well,” I struggled to get up on my elbows while spreading my legs wide, “I’m pretty loose right now fellas, so what say we let Rodney lay down here on the mattress, and I’ll climb up on his hog leg, then you other men find one of my other openings to use while we go at it. After that we’ll just play musical white holes, and black poles. How’s that sound?”

“GANG BANG!” Decker cried out just as I climbed on top of Rodney’s cock, and slowly impaled myself on that black snake of his.

Duke wasted no time in sidling up behind me to slowly slide his thick black stick up my slippery wet shit hole. It did hurt just a bit, but I was no virgin there either, and have always loved a healthy sized cock up my ass. However with Rodney’s cock stuffing the shit out of my pussy at the same time it felt like I had four foot of cock in me instead of close to two. And when Porpoise shoved his thick fat cock in my mouth to fuck my face I knew then that I’d made the best decision of my life letting them all fuck me silly at the same time.

“I say we knocks the bitch up,” came out of the mouth of the stranger that had joined them while I was getting eaten out earlier. “Teach her not to get lost next time.”

“Shut up Mouth!” Duke spat at him silencing Mouth with that one command.

But it was too late; I’d heard him, and just the thought of getting knocked up by these seven strangers, not ever knowing who the daddy really was sent me screaming off into the land of mind numbing euphoric multiple orgasma. After all, my day job was being a proper housewife to my husband Jim. And even though he allowed me the occasional foray into the wild side of consensual adultery didn’t mean that he would take kindly to raising some other man’s black bastard child. Though in truth, I knew that he would get off on the idea, if not the actual fact. Jim is as twistedly perverted as I am, more so at times. And I do love him for being that way.

“Yes! Oh yes!” I screamed after spitting out Porpoise’s cock for a moment, “knock me up! Breed me like a bitch! I love it!”

I was out of my mind going from one outrageous group of multiple orgasms into the next group. My body totally out of my control as they rammed, pulled, pushed, tugged, shoved, and throttled my body with their sexual hunger like I was a blow up doll. Two somebody’s always sucking, or biting at my breasts, and keeping my nipples hard, and extremely tender while no less than five black cocks fucked my cunt, my ass, my mouth, and both hands all at the same time.

In, and out, back and forth, twisting, and rotating their hips as they ground their black peckers into my white flesh over and over again. And when one of them came in my pussy, or up my ass, or in my mouth then another cock would quickly take its place. However where my mouth was concerned sometimes I had a cock in my face, and at other times somebody’s black ass was spread for me to rim out. Though honestly, I never really saw after Porpoise’s cock shot off down my throat whose ass, or prick was in my face after that. All I was really aware of was the sweet smell of Irish Spring soap that they had used to take their showers, and I was very pleased that I had insisted on that part before this had all gotten started. I may be a pig in heat when I’m slutty, but even pigs take baths.

I knew that I was gonna be sore all over when this was through, but there’s no way, now that I was well into it that I would have stopped this gang bang. And by then I’m sure that these boys knew just how lucky they’d gotten with me too. They sure humped me like I was their favorite fantasy centerfold, I can tell you that. And with all of that kind of attention, I really felt as slutty as a centerfold woman can feel.

I don’t know how long I was amongst the living before I passed out in sheer exhaustion during that breeding party, but when I came to again they were still fucking me. Though with slightly less vigor, and with a lot looser body orifices to contend with it was easy to understand why. It was dark outside by then, and the place was slowly becoming very quiet. I could feel my ass drenching in a wide pool of scum from all of the cocks that had cum in my pussy, and asshole thus far. As it turned out Mouth was fucking my cunt, pumping out as much semen with every thrust inward, as Decker who was cumming between my tits was spurting all over the front of me.

I could feel sticky crusted, and wet goop covering my face, chest, belly, and in my hair, and there was no doubt that my clothes were probably ruined, or at best ready for the dry cleaner’s. I’d been fucked hard, and laid up wet. What more could a slut ask for? And when the two of them finished, and got off of me I found that nobody else was there, everybody else had left leaving these two the sloppiest of leftovers in me.

“Where’d everyone go?” I struggled to sit up, and found that my entire wardrobe was now bunched up around my waist like corded rope yarn.

“They all had dates to get ready for,” Decker replied, “we figured since you were passed out that you wouldn’t mind one last poke before we left too. Mouth, and I ain’t never had a white woman before, and we wanted to make it last a little longer.”

“You better be on birth control,” Mouth chided, “or sure as shit you got yourself knocked up good today, slut.”

He was right. As it turned out the doctor found me pregnant six weeks afterwards. And almost nine months to the day later I had twins, one boy; Jim junior, and one girl; Melissa. And even though they both have very curly, almost kinky red hair, and slightly darker skin than Jim or I they both have green eyes like me. Jim is tickled silly at being a father, and well, I’m pretty much exhausted chasing after clean diapers, and such.

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Sun Yi and her husband and 2 kids live about a hour south of me in northern Maryland.  I  travel a lot for my work and had a meeting, it just so happens, in her town.  My meeting  ended around 7:00 P.M. and I decided to go to a local TGI Friday’s for a few drinks  before I headed back north toward home in Pennsylvania.  The TGI Friday’s is near a  local shopping mall parking lot.  About 7:30 P.M. I walked out to my car, got in and was  about to start my vehicle when I looked across the parking lot and saw Sun Yi standing  near the side exit/entrance of the mall and she was holding some shopping bags.  She was  on a cell phone talking with someone, so I thought she must have been on the phone  calling her husband for a ride home.  She was wearing tight black slacks and a white  sleeveless top and her signature black platform shoes.  I was just about to get out of my  car and yell to her, when I saw a jet black Toyota Land Cruiser, with two unknown black  men in it, pull up to the curb near Sun Yi.  To my surprise, Sun Yi got in the front seat of  the Land Cruiser, sitting next to the black man driving while the other black guy sat in the  back seat.  I watched as the vehicle pulled away from the curb and then the driver turned  toward the TGI Friday’s parking lot and drove straight toward me.  I ducked down  thinking they’d see me and their vehicle drove  right past me and then parked in the far  corner of the parking lot.  There were no other cars near their vehicle so I had a good  view of their vehicle from mine.  At first not much was happening, it looked like the  driver and Sun Yi were talking.  Then all of a sudden I saw the driver reach across and  slap Sun Yi in the face.  Sun Yi seemed stunned as she covered her face with both her  hands.  The black guy driving then slapped her in the head again and Sun Yi’s hair got all  messed up.  It looked like Sun Yi was crying, but I couldn’t really tell.  After about 5  minutes of more talking, Sun Yi then, to my great surprise, leaned across and gave the  driver a kiss.  She kissed the unknown black  man for about 30 seconds.  Obviously, she  was french-kissing this dude.  It didn’t make any sense to me, given the fact that he had  slapped her in the face and head a few minutes earlier.  Then, it all became clear what  was happening when I saw Sun Yi’s head disappear into the driver’s lap.  Sun Yi, 23 years  old, mother of two young daughters, married, was giving this black dude a blowjob!  I  looked at my clock in my car and it was about 7:45 P.M.  Ten minutes later, Sun Yi’s  head re-appeared and she sat up in her seat.   The black guy in the back seat handed Sun  Yi something and I saw Sun Yi use it to wipe her mouth.  Again, it don’t take a genius to  know he had handed her a tissue and Sun Yi wipped off her mouth after sucking off his  friend.  If that wasn’t enough to shock me, there was more.  Sun Yi then opened her door  and stepped down into the parking lot.  I figured she was done and was going to head  back to the mall.  She really looked hot, especially in her tight white sleevless top.  She  looked like college coed, not a married mother of 2 kids!   Sun Yi then opened the back  seat door and jumped up in, sitting next to the second, unknown black guy.  About a  minute later, Sun Yi again disappeared into the black dude’s lap.  I could not believe what  I was watching, this hot little asian mother of 2 was sucking off a second black guy in  public parking lot!   The black guy sitting in the driver’s seat was watching the whole  thing and I could hear loud rap music coming from the vehicle.  About 10 minutes later  Sun Yi sat up and started wiping her lips off with her hands.  Again, the black dude she  had just sucked off, handed her something and she wiped off her mouth and hands.  There  was really loud rap tunes coming from the vehicle as the three of them talked for about  another 5 minutes and then the driver started his vehicle and drove quickly to the mall  entrance/exit and dropped Sun Yi off on the curb.  The two black guys then drove off.   I  watched Sun Yi use her cell phone again and then she reached into her purse and started  applying a fresh coat of lipstick to her lips.  She stood near the mall exit/entrance for  about 10 minutes and then I saw her husband pull up in his car and she got in and they  drove off.  In a nutshell, I had just seen a hot married asian bitch, give a blowjob to two  unknown black guys in a mall parking lot and her husband apparently had  no fucking  clue what she had just done.

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