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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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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My Story

Hi, just a little background for you before I start my true story. I am a 22 year old white female named Callie, about 5’7 160lb’s, auburn hair, green eyes, a perfect Irish Beauty. I am a full time pre-med student but still love to have fun and go out and party. The partying is what got me into fucking black men.

I had went out with a couple of girlfriends to a house party somewhere in an older, more “ghetto” part of town. I kept joking we were going to get mugged or date raped and we would all laugh. Some time during this crazy house party we got split up and I was standing against the wall sipping on a beer when a 30 or so year old black man came up to me and said to follow him. At first I was like whats going on?  But I followed him anyways. He led me up the stairs and into a room with a closed door.

He promptly shut the door behind him and locked it. “Get on your knees white bitch,” he demanded. I noticed that there were 3 other guys in the room all watching me. I froze completely.

The man grabbed my breast and squeezed it hard, “I said get on your knees bitch, before I make you.” I calmly obeyed but was shaking in fear. “Please don’t hurt me,” I studdered, “I’ll do anything you want.”

They all laughed, “Yes you will you filthy little white slut!” one guy said. Another came closer, “Take your shirt off bitch I want to see your little white tits.”

I hesitated before reaching to take my shirt off and the man who led me to the room promptly reached foreward and ripped my semi-slutty tank-top off. Automatically I wrapped my arms around my exposed 38c breast, “Please, please,” I begged.

The leader (the one who brought me in to the room) started unbuttoning his pants, “Dont worry slut we aren’t going to do anything you wont be begging us to do again later!” they all laughed as they watched him slap me across the face with his hard black cock, “Take it in your mouth bitch, and dont even think about biting or I will hurt you.”

I opened my mouth and let him place his hard cock in my mouth. I could barely fit it in width wise, and choked about 5 inches down. He reached down and slapped me, “Stop your gagging bitch and suck.”

I concentrated on sucking his massive cock while two of the other guys started undressing me from the waste down. Before I knew it I had four large black cocks in front of my face and I was naked. My pussy had grown wet on its own and they could see moisture dripping on my thighs. One guy started tweeking my nipples another smacking my ass. I moaned on the leaders cock and he laughed as he grabbed my long hair and made me look at his face.

“Your liking this you dirty little bitch arent you? Your going to be a BBC slut before you know it, now take your slutty lips off my cock bitch.” I moved my mouth slowly off his cock and sat back on my knees.

“Donte, you take her wet little pussy first it doesnt look like she’s had a real niggers cock in her pussy before,” the leader said again as he stuck his hand between my legs and dipped a big black finger in me. I nearly moaned when he did. I kept thinking ‘oh my god what is wrong with me? they are raping me and here i am moaning and getting wet and enjoying it.”

Donte pulled me up by one arm and led me to the dirty full size bed in the room. He pushed me back and spit on his hand that he promptly rubbed on his cock, “Spread your legs bitch.” I immediatly obeyed not knowing what else to do, “Good bitch!” they all laughed.

I was so turned on I wanted this black stranger to fuck me! What was wrong with me, I had never done anything like this before but I wanted it so bad.

Before I knew Donte had his cock tip in my pussy, he grabbed my hips and slid in as far as he could go, “Uhhh, what a tight little slut,” he pumped in and out a few times slowly, “You liking this you little bitch? You liking your first black cock fucking your tight little pussy? You better your pussy wont be tight when we’re done you’ll be a regular BBC slut when my boys and I finish!” I moaned as he picked up the pace and started banging me harder.

Donte pulled out rather suddenly and crawled up to strattled my face, “You want this bitch? You want to lick your cum off my cock?” I stared at his thick black cock in awe for a second not knowing what to say. “Make up your mind bitch or I’m gonna dump it in your tight little pussy.”

“No!” I shook my head, “Not in my pussy I’m not on birth controll!” I whimpered.

I felt hands grab my wrists and a pair on my thighs spreading them and holding them down as Donte got back between my legs. “First rule of being a BBC slut is a black man can come in any hole any time he wants, he even has the right to fill your unprotected cunt with his cum bitch and you will take it.”

He shoved his cock in me roughly and banged my pussy raw until I could feel his cum spurting in my pussy. I cried out as I came too, all of the guys laughing at me. I was given no break in between cocks. Next a sexy black guy with an even bigger cock perhaps 9 inches who was even thicker climbed between my legs, lifting my legs up with arms as Donte slapped me with his cum covered cock, “Clean it up bitch while my nigga Trevon fucks you, dont worry he’s quick, but he likes it rough.”

Before I knew it Trevon had rammed his cock in my slippery wet cum-filled pussy and was forcing his cock in and out as hard and as fast as he could, “Fucking white cunt is my favorite thing to do. The more you cry out the better it is for me bitch, I’m just breaking this pussy in for my fellow niggas to fuck.” He pumped harder, until I did cry out even with Dontes almost clean cock in my mouth.

“Second rule of being a BBC slut is you will fuck any black man anywhere and any time he demands bitch. And you will submit to his every wish.” He slammed harder and harder untill I screamed out, an orgasm in full blast from this rough fuck. Donte pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped me hard, “what a good bitch!” he laighed.

“Tell me where you want me to cum bitch!” Trevon growled at me. “My mouth please, please cum in my mouth!” i cried.

He pulled out laughing as his cock quivered and he spurted his cum into my mouth. It was more then a mouth full and when a drip or two dripped down my cheeck Trevon smacked me so hard I thought my head would fall off, “Rule number three you fucking bitch, a black man’s cum is never to be wasted, not even a tiny drop. You either swallow it all or take it in another hole. Dont be wasting that shit!”

I swallowed what was in my mouth and whiped the drop from my chin and licked it off. “Do you think we should give this slut a break?” the leader asked before answering himself, “Nah I think Dameon and I should DP this slut!”

“No please I’ll fuck you both but please give my pussy a break, please?” I begged almost in tears. “Tears wont work bitch, climb on my cock and ride it.” The leader demanded coldly. I was shaking but I did what I was told. I had no idea what would happen next or what DP ment but I was so horny and scared I didnt know what to do so I just did what I was told. The leader, who’s name I later learned was named Toni, had the biggest cock i’d ever seen about 10 1/2 or 11 inches and at least 3 across in width. I guided the tip to my pussy and before I knew it Toni grabbed my hips and forced me down on it. I screamed out but Toni moved my hips for me and soon I had taken over and was riding him like a cowgirl in a rodeo. I had no idea what had come over me, I was scared and ashamed but I was so turned on I was doing whatever these black guys wanted from me.

“Lean foreward bitch,” Toni instructed roughly as I continued riding his cock. I leaned foreward touching my tits to his chest and I could feel another pain of hands on my hips. My ass was sticking out and spread wide for everyone to see. “Your going to be DP and like it bitch, I’m gonna stick my cock in your tiny little ass and fuck you at the same time Toni is.” the four guy laughed as he guided his cock to my virgin ass hole.

“Please no,” I begged, “Please please no!” But it was too late, the four and final cock rammed its way into my ass tearing its way in. I screamed as Toni and Devon DP’d me for the first time. I cried but no one cared they just continued watching and fucking. Soon I was coming to the biggest orgasm I had ever had (including when I used toys on myself!) and before I knew it I was screaming for them to fuck me harder and fill my dirty white bitch pussy.

I came so hard I passed out and woke to Toni slapping me, “Wake up bitch, were bout to fill two of your hole with our black seed!” I moaned barely aware of what was going on until I felt my pussy spasm in another orgasm as Toni and Devon spurted their gooey black seed in me.

Devon pulled his cock out of my ass and Toni pushed me off of him so I landed roughly on the floor on my ass, “Suck us clean bitch!” Toni demanded. I got on my knees and obeyed taking turns licking and sucking each of their cocks like a trained slut.

Soon everyone but Toni left. I was sitting on the floor hugging my knees when Toni approached me and sat on the bed, “Your a good little bitch. Welcome to your life as a BBC slut.”

“What is a BBC slut?” I whispered. And thats when Toni laid it all out for me. He told me all of the rules and about how white women were made for black me to fuck and how they were superior to us. I learned that night that black men could and should have their way with dirty white sluts like myself any time and any place that they wanted, regardless if I had a white boyfriend or not. Toni explained that I could go about my regular life, but I was to know be prepared to fuck any black man that laid eyes on me from the age of 16 to 99. My pussy was to be clean and shaven at all times, and I was to be clean and ready to please at any minute. He told me he was going to give my phone number out and that I should now answer my phone “Callie, white slut, how can i please your black cock today?” and how I should drop everything to please a black man. Toni said he would be like my “pimp” and would get me into the BBC slut business. I was also not to start birth control as it was my duty as a white woman to let any black man fill me with his cum and if I should get pregnant it would be a great honor and how i would fuck until the day I delivered and keep having black babies until I couldn’t any longer.

It was alot to take in. When I left the party that night, in an old dirty t-shirt Toni pulled out from god knows where, tied up so it showed my mid-rift, I got my ass grabbed and one black man even shoved his fingers in my cum filled pussy as I walked by. I felt confused and yet very excited. I knew from that night on that I would do as Toni told me and fuck any black man who wanted me and I was turned on by it.

As the first week went by I fucked probably 10 more black men that Toni had given my number to, and gave a few blowjobs in the parking lot at my college to random black guys that hit on me. Before I knew it I was fucking 2-3 guys a day and even started dressing and acting like a real BBC slut. I never wear underwear any more or a bra. I wear sluttier clothes and even managed to get an A in satistics by fucking my 55 year old teacher in his office once a week.

I have given birth to one black bred baby and am pregnant with my second. I have no idea who the daddies are but it doesn’t matter because black men are happier to fuck me when I tell them I’ve been black bred and I’m pregnant and they even give me money and buy me and the baby stuff. I’m a total BBC slut and I love it. This story is no lie this is how I truely became a BBC slut. I live this every day and I’m totally happy with my life. I actively try to get my white girlfriends on the band-wagon and have managed to bring my one married friend whose husband is now a cuckhold over and another one of my friends is pregnant with her first black bred baby. I couldnt be happier with my life!

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Kat is Scandinavian, blond, blue eyes, five feet four inches one hundred five pounds and has kept her shape even after having two kids.  For Kat, sex is a very important part of life. Unlike some women, she craves sex on a daily basis.  She masturbates at least once a day in addition to wanting oral, anal or straight sex.  Her collection of sex toys would make most sex toy stores look empty. In a guess you could say that reason for her toys is of my doing. You see after our second daughter was born her pussy was stretched out too much for my skinny little cock to feel anything. Since giving Kat pleasure is a top priority in my life, I bought her bigger and bigger dildos  until I found one big enough  to give her pussy that full feeling.          As a joke I bought  a black dildo. At ten inches long and over two inches in diameter it makes my cock look more like a finger. When Kat unwrapped that dildo, she said. “Willy, where have you been.” We laughed and kidded about her new black lover never dreaming that one day she might have a real live Willy with a cock to match her toy.  This was after our second daughter was born and we had come to the conclusion that my cock just wasn’t doing much for Kat. Other than slipping my cock up Kat’s ass, our sexual activities were mostly of the oral mature.

Our favorite sex game was for Kat to suck my cock as I pumped Willy into her pussy.  I began dreaming that some big black stud was pleasuring  Kat’s  pussy as she made love to my cock with her mouth. Kat began commenting on the size of black cocks we saw on the net. Half joking I made a comment about finding her a black stud.  Kat got mad at me and insisted there was nothing wrong with the way things were. Later that night, she was hornier  than usual. She was really humping her pussy on “Willy”  as she sucked my cock with great passion.

It seemed that every time I turned around the vision of Kat being fucked by a well- hung black stud would pop into my mind. I made a point of subtly showing Kat pictures of black men fucking white wives. I also showed her the interracial sex sites on the net. Kat wouldn’t comment much but she was always hotter in bed after seeing a black stud pleasuring as white woman.

One night we were at a party with some friends and noticed an interracial couple. Kat couldn’t keep her eyes off them and several times I saw her talking to the white wife. She was a bit tipsy by the time we went home  and asked how she could meet a black guy and other questions about making sure he was clean etc.

I found a night club in a neighboring town that has a lot of mixed couples.  One night Kat and I went there “just to watch.” As we sat at a table, a good looking young black man came over to ask Kat to dance. She looked at me for permission. I smiled and told her it was up to her. Kat hesitantly went but within a couple minutes she was caught up in the music.

I sat watching Kat dance a fast dance without much body contact then as that dance ended the guy she was dancing with took her hand and asked Kat for the next one. This dance was a slow number and in no time she was rubbing against her black partner. When Kat finally returned to our table, her nipples were poking out like two hard fingers, signaling  her arousal.

Kat barely had time to catch her breath before another black asked her to dance. This went on for the rest of the night. Kat was positively glowing from all the attention. When we got home, she was a wild woman in bed, fucking “Willy” with everything she had. The next week we were back at the same club. One of the men Kat had met the week before was there and after Kat danced with him several times she introduced him to me.

I don’t know what I expected but I found Art to be very pleasant and articulate. During that evening I could see that Kat had been charmed by Art. Art asked me if we would be back the next night. I told him that I had to go out of town so I wouldn’t be able to bring her. Art then asked if I would allow him to pick up Kat and take her out.  I still don’t know why I said yes. Hell Kat is my wife and here I was giving my permission for her to go out on a “date.” On the way home Kat bubbled as she talked about Art then she suddenly went silent.  Kat reached out to touch my arm and with a serious look, asked if I was sure it was all right. After we got home and sent our baby sitter home, Kat and I talked for several hours. Kat was ready to call the whole thing off but to my surprise, I told her that I wanted her to go out and have a good time and for her not to feel guilty.

In bed, Kat went wild, sucking my cock until my nuts were shooting air as I plumbed her pussy with her dildo “Willy.” The next day I had trouble focusing on my business meeting as my thoughts kept going to Kat in Art’s arms. When I finished my morning meeting, I called to reconfirm my afternoon meeting and was told that the key person was out sick. We rescheduled, and I went home.

Driving home I thought about calling Kat and telling her I would be home sometime after dinner but thought she might cancel her date so I decided to surprise her. Pulling up in front of our house I saw the babysitter’s car in the driveway. I pulled my car in the garage and went in. The kids were delighted to see me and after sending the baby sitter home, kept me busy until I tucked them in bed.

I watched tv for a while then went to bed. Laying in bed, my mind kept flashing lewd images of my wife being sexed by a black lover. I guess I dozed off because the next thing I knew Kat turned on a bathroom light. For a moment she babbled about being concerned about not seeing the babysitter’s car then being relived to see my car in the garage. To stop her nervous babbling I hopped out of bed and took her into my arms as I kissed her passionately. As my tongue explored the depths of her mouth, I was sure I could taste Art’s sperm. Anxious to see her ravaged body, my fingers began undoing her clothing as my cock tried to burst out of my pants. Kat on the other hand was nervous about me seeing her and was blushing heavily. Pushing her dress off her shoulders, I guided her to our bed. As her dress slid over her shapely hips and her flat tummy I noticed that she didn’t have any panties on and her blond pussy fuzz was coated with half-dried sperm. Her bare boobs each had some passion s on them and her nipples were sticking out like finger tips. It was obvious that they had seen plenty of attention also.

Kat fussed about wanting to get cleaned up, that she was a mess and hadn’t expected me to be home. I pulled her against me and fell on the bed as I kissed her wildly and told Kat, I loved her. Slowly her body relaxed and her hands held me tenderly instead of trying to get free.

Kat stuttered out “Y-y-you, aren’t mad that I got carried away and had sex with him? I didn’t plan it that way but he got me so horny I couldn’t say no.”

I answered her with another kiss as I held her tightly. As I assured her that I was not mad, I knew when I told her she could go out with him again there was always the possibility of sex.

Tears welled up in Kat’s eyes as she blubbered on about how much she loved me and that I was so good to her. When I tried to wipe away the tears, she turned her head away.

Please let me let me finish before you say any more . . .  I let him come in me. He said he couldn’t wear a condom because they were too tight and was going to pull out but it felt so good we forgot until it was too late. He was still so hot and his cock didn’t go down until he fucked me two more times. Art has a cock like “Willy” and has balls as big as yours.

Kissing away her tears I told her, it was OK. I held her quietly not saying anything for a while then I began kissing her neck. Slowly I kissed down to her boobs, tasting her. Her body tasted of sex. Her nipples still inflamed from her lover, throbbed in my mouth. Kat moaned softly then weakly said “please, I’m a mess let me get cleaned up.” I ignored her and worked my wandering lips down her belly tasting her. The closer I got to her pussy the stronger the smell of sex and the taste of Art’s juices. Soon I was over Kat with my face buried in her sperm covered pussy. Kat gave up all resistance and pulled my little cock into her mouth. My tongue had no trouble delving into her dilated pussy as I scooped out Art’s globs of sperm.

I had often eaten Kat’s pussy after I had fucked her in order to get her off but this was the first time I had ever tasted another man’s sperm. If I hadn’t loved Kat as much as I do I would have felt different but strangely I didn’t feel threatened or humiliated. Scooping out a glob of sperm, I thought Art’s sperm might have made a baby in her already as Kat had never used any protection. My mind raced with the ramifications as I tried to remember when her last period was and figure out if she was ripe. Oddly if felt disappointed when I figured that Kat probably was passed her “fertility window.” I was shocked, I wanted her pregnant, pregnant by another man, a black man at that. The more those thoughts bounced around in my mind the more I realized I wanted Kat to get knocked up by her black lover. I also wanted to watch them in action, wanted to see his huge black cock plunging into her blond pussy, to see her impaled under his big black body. Then I wanted to see her belly grow ng it contained her lover’s baby and that it would not look at all like me or our other children.          Kat soon began moaning around my cock as I ate her pussy. The feel of her swollen labia further inflamed my lust making me come much quicker then I wanted. Instead of disappointing Kat, she purred like a contented kitten as she drank my cream. She knew there was plenty of ball cream in my bull nuts. After bringing her to her second climax she asked me to stop as her pussy was a little sore from Art’s monster. She went back to milking my cock as I tenderly stroked her sexy body.

I had already filled her mouth for the second time when I asked her if she wanted Art to fuck her again. Her gentle sucking stopped, then started without any other indication she had heard me. Several minutes went by and I was beginning to think she was not going to answer when she lifted her head and said. “He won’t use a condom.”         She kissed my balls and went back to nursing on my cock. I thought about her comment as I delighted in her attention to my cock. If I told her it was OK to fuck Art again I would be telling her to let him knock her up. My balls twitched as the thought ran thru my horny mind. I tried to think rationally about all the factors involving interracial children but between Kat’s fantastic mouth and the idea of her being bred by a big black buck, over rode logic. For the first time, I told Kat that I wanted to see Art fucking her. Again Kat stopped sucking, she just held my cock in her mouth as she rested her head on my thigh. Occasionally she would gently suck then stop, this went on for a half hour or more. I knew that she was in deep thought because many times before she had done the same thing when pondering a weighty decision. As I said, earlier sex is a big part of Kat’s life. When it came time to by a new car Kat sucked my cock for hours before giving her opinion. When we talked a getting a new house, she sucked my cock for hours every day for a week. When we had talked about her trying a well-hung lover she told me that she would never think about leaving me because in addition to loving me dearly she knew she would never find a cock as suckable as mine.

When I dated Kat, I knew that she had dated others and had sex with them. When the matter of the size of my cock came up, she told me that the other guys she had dated weren’t hung much better then I and had figured that was all she was going to get. She told me I won out over the others for several reasons but my bull nuts sold her.

Kat let my cock slide out of her hot mouth and cuddled up to me. With her lips still covered with our juices she kissed me on my lips before saying. Everyone will know that the babies are not yours. Does that bother you?

I kissed her and said. They will be ours and that is all that matters to me. I know that some people may frown on us but I really don’t care. With that we cuddled up and fell asleep.

Chapter 2

Over the next few days nothing was said until the phone rang at dinner time. Kat answered the phone and I knew that it was Art. Kat answered a couple questions with yes and no then she looked directly at me. Her eyes were sparkling with lust as she bit her lip then said pick me up about nine o’clock. She blew a kiss at the receiver before hanging it up and prancing sexily back to the stove. As Kat put dinner on the table she said she needed to shave before she went out. My cock twitched in my pants, was she asking me to shave her? Occasionally I had shaved her legs and pussy as part of our sex games but usually I was the one who made the suggestion. By me shaving her, I would be  giving her my blessing to go out on her “date.”

We ate dinner and talked about anything except what was on our minds. Dinner was just about finished when I said. “I’ll help you shave then clean up the kitchen while you get dressed.” Kat looked at me in mild surprise before asking if I was sure. I swallowed and assured her that I knew what I was doing.

She kissed me and started toward the bedroom with a quick look over her shoulder to see if I was following. She did a bit of a double take and a big grin lit up her face when she the bulge and wet spot on my pants as I stood to go with her.

In the bedroom Kat did a quick striptease as I grabbed the shaving stuff. Boldly  she sat on the counter in the bathroom placing her feet up, exposing her pussy almost like she would to a doctor. Wordlessly she watched as I began shaving. Having finished shaving the blond fuzz off her outer labia I started toward the remaining tuft of blond hair above her clit when she told me to leave it so Art would know that she is a real blond. I almost came in my pants. Kat asked me to get her hand mirror. Quickly I returned with it, hoping that she would be pleased with my shaving job. Satisfied, Kat hopped off the counter and gave me a kiss before jumping in the shower.                I was in the kitchen cleaning up when the door bell rang. Grabbing a towel to dry my hands, I went to the door. Opening the door I saw Art’s smiling face, with smooth confidence he asked if Kat was ready. I was glad the kids were in bed so I wouldn’t have to explain why mommy was going out with Art. Kat came out of the bedroom dressed to thrill. The way her nipples were poking out I knew she had left her bra in the dresser and I wouldn’t have been surprised if she had left her panties there too. She gave me a kiss and told me not to wait up for her as she took Art’s hand and went out. It wasn’t until I heard Art’s car drive off that I realized my cock was tenting out the front of my pants. Trying to get my cock under control I went back to cleaning up the kitchen. Not even that helped.

After trying to watch tv, I gave up and went to our bedroom and jerked off. That helped a bit but my mind kept teasing me with images of Kat being fucked by a big black cock. Our youngest daughter woke up and getting her back to sleep almost took my mind off Kat’s date but no sooner had I quieted Lynn down then I began thinking about kids and wondering when Kat would get knocked up by Art.

About two a.m. I heard Kat come in. Quietly she turned of the lights and came into the bedroom. Thinking I was asleep she didn’t turn a light on. Just as she peeled her clothes off, I turned on a bedside light. Kat reacted like a deer caught in headlights, her hands covering her crotch. Sitting up, I softly told her not to hide from me. She blushed as she nervously let her hands go to her sides. I guess she didn’t want me to see how swollen her pussy lips were, or the fresh love bites. But then again she probably was embarrassed to be seen with his sperm drooling down her legs. Before she could step in the bathroom I got up and took her in my arms. As I kissed her, I noticed her lips were puffy and tasted of sperm. My cock jumped to attention pressing into her belly. Taking her hand, I guided her to our bed, even as she protested that she was too messy. Mindful that her pussy might be sore I dove for her freshly fucked pussy. The smell and taste sent me into heaven. Kat stopped f g after I sucked her labia in my mouth and rubbed them with my tongue. She not only stopped fussing but started telling me about her date. That was too much for my cock, I shot a big load on the sheets as I continued to suck and lick her well-fucked pussy. Finally Kat begged me to let her up to pee.

Standing in the bathroom door, I told Kat that I loved her. She looked up at me and smiled, then said.”I guess you really are turned on by this.” I just smiled in response.

Two days later Kat’s period came. We talked a lot about what was bound to happen if she kept on letting Art come in her and how it would affect us. Kat said she would stop seeing Art if I insisted. My answer was to not say anything and kiss her. Several times, Kat talked to Art during her period but they didn’t go out. I would ask how he was but nothing about her dating again. A couple times when Art called, I answered the phone. We would talk for a couple minutes then I would get Kat on the phone.

It was a little over a week after her period that Kat told me, she had lined up a baby sitter for Friday night, all night. With a twinkle in her eyes she asked if I wanted to cancel the babysitter or get a hotel room. I stuttered out. “Are you going to let him come in you?” Kat smiled lewdly, waiting for my answer. My voice sounded like a squeaky whisper as I told her watching her and her lover had always been my strongest fantasy. She told me Art had agreed on the condition that I not interfere. I promised to be a fly on the wall unless invited. It was the right answer for Kat, for me I wasn’t really sure but it was too late to stop things. For the next two days I could hardly focus on work as I kept thinking of Kat, pregnant with a black baby. One minute I was scared, the next, my cock was ready to come. Kat appeared a bit nervous but never mentioned anything about backing out of her date.                        By Friday night I was a nervous wreck, Kat appeared as calm as if she was just going to a movie. In the car driving to meet Art, Kat asked if everything was all right. I forced a smile and told Kat, I would be all right. It was a lie, the butterflies in my stomach were having butterflies.

Seeing us enter the hotel lobby Art walked over to greet us. His welcome was not what my nightmares had pictured. Instead of grabbing my wife and running for the room, he escorted us to the lounge and its friendly sounding entertainment. Just before entering the lounge I remembered that I needed to register and get room keys. Art offered to help but I insisted that he and Kat go and have fun.

I went back to the car and got our things, registered and all that stuff then after looking the scene of the coming impregnation, over I went back to the lobby to join Art and Kat. Not seeing them at one of the tables, my brain started to go into a panic mode. Before I did something silly, a big black hand waved at me from the dance floor. I eased over to the bar and got a drink as I waited for that dance to end. No sooner was my drink in my hand then Kat came over and kissed me. Standing patiently  Art waited for Kat to urge me to join them at their table.

At the table I made a comment about feeling like a third leg. Art quickly told me that he wanted me to join them and he wanted me to have a good time. He also assured that he wasn’t trying to steal my wife.

Since I wouldn’t be driving, I didn’t worry about having several drinks but after the second I told myself it would be stupid to get so drunk I passed out or made a fool out of myself. By the time my second drink began to kick in I was realizing that Art was a nice guy and I could see why Kat was attracted to him. To my surprise Kat danced not only with Art and myself but several other men. As Art and I talked I started to relax and enjoy  our special night. After one dance that left Art and I at the table Kat returned to hear us laughing over a joke. With a naughty gleam in her eyes she asked if we were going to sit there all night or move the party upstairs. Without further deliberation we took our drinks and headed to our room. We were the only ones in the elevator so I wasn’t surprised to see Art put his hand on Kat’s hip and pull her close for a kiss. It was a kiss of lovers, hot and passionate but without breaking Art’s embrace Kat reached out and pulled me close. Nothing w id but her gesture made me feel much more comfortable.

No sooner were we in the room when Art took Kat in his arms. As they kissed passionately, Art began undressing her. After turning off most of the lights I went and sat in a chair in a dark corner. I’ve seen sexy stripteases but none of them could hold a candle to the sight I saw as Art skillfully undressed my wife. When Kat’s dress fell to the floor she was nude except for her garter belt and stockings. I knew she hadn’t worn a bra but I didn’t know she was panty-less. Needless to say my cock was hard enough to pick a lock.

Kat didn’t wait for Art to undress, as soon as her dress started to slide down her body, she attacked his cloths. Dropping to her knees she took the head of his stiffening black cock in her mouth as she fumbled to untie his shoes. Art’s cock stretched Kat’s lips to their limit as she sucked and licked on his uncut cock. I wondered why Kat hadn’t told me that Art wasn’t uncircumcised, I was sure it felt different then my neatly trimmed weenie. I’m not going to tell you that Art’s cock was as long as a telephone pole, no it is more like a tree stump, about eight inches long and very thick.

After letting Kat warm up his cock, Art guided her to her feet for a hot kiss. The contrast of Kat’s lightly tanned body against his black skin was thrilling. They appeared to melt onto the bed, never breaking their embrace. The soft lighting in the room gave me just enough light to see their passionate caresses without making it look like we were making a porno movie.

In spite of having a raging hard-on Art took his time worshiping Kat’s sexy body. Kat in turn was moaning and telling him to fuck her. He in turn was taking his time, enjoying teasing her. Kat was so hot she was starting to sound like a cat in heat as she begged for his cock. After kissing his way up her body he nestled his cock in her now dripping pussy. Kat threw her hips up at him impaling herself on his thick cock. Art responded by driving his hips down. The force was so strong I could hear the air being forced out of Kat’s lungs. Art’s hips looked like he was driving poles instead of fucking. The short hard thrusts were making grunting sounds come from deep within Kat. Far from complaining Kat had her feet resting on his butt and her hands on his sides as she looked up at him with flames of lust. It couldn’t have been five minutes before Kat yelled “Oh my god! Yes! I’m coming!” Art didn’t lessen his pace, his face a picture of concentration. I was sure he was holding his own ax back as I admired his technique.

I moved my chair to get a better view of Art’s cock plunging into Kat’s pussy just in time to witness his ball’s tense up and to see his potent black sperm being pumped into Kat’s fertile belly. Kat felt it and yelled for Art to knock her up, to give her his baby. Art froze then looked at me. I flashed him a smile and a slight nod, suggesting it was all right. He jabbed his hips twice more causing his balls to tighten and fire more sperm into Kat’s womb then rested with his thick cock trapping his sperm in her womb.

As they came down from their climaxes Art asked if she really wanted him to knock her up. Kat took his face in her hands and kissed him then looking at me she said “Ben wants to see my belly swell with your baby and so do I.” Art rolled off Kat to lay at her side as he looked over at me, his face a mixture of amazement and excitement. For a few moments, we looked at each other collecting our thoughts.

That was just pillow talk, wasn’t it? Art asked. Kat kissed him and asked if he had a problem with impregnating a willing white gal. With a nervous chuckle he said he didn’t want a pissed off husband pumping lead in his black ass but he had dreamed about doing it. I laughed and assured him that about the only thing that I might shoot at them was a little sperm.         For an hour or more we talked about our relationship and mixed race babies. As we talked, I had moved so I could clearly see Kat’s swollen red pussy lips and Art’s sperm oozing out. Kat noticed the focus of my attention. “Don’t be shy you can lick my pussy.” She said. I wanted to crawl under the bed and hide from the humiliation but the attraction of her pussy was too strong. As if in a trance, I rose from the chair, blushing from head to toe. I didn’t know what to do as I had planed to be neither seen nor heard during that night. Before I could sit on the bed Kat reminded me that I was still dressed and that I would have to get rid of my cloths first. It hit me that Kat was the one who was really in charge. Art and I were her lovers and at her command. My feelings toward Art changed from that of a potential adversary, to a “brother in lust.” Somehow my clothes vanished from my body and I was on the bed between Kat’s legs. As my tongue scooped up gobs of Art’s sperm I was sure he would tease me about eating his sperm but he didn’t. He did comment about how I appeared to be very good at stimulating her with my mouth and could see why Kat had made it clear she wouldn’t think of leaving me. I was so damn proud, I felt like I was glowing. I put everything I had into eating Kat’s pussy. She got the message and was soon moaning with ecstasy as she humped my probing tongue. Kat tensed and climaxed strongly as I nibbled gently on her clit. As I gently kissed her pussy, the bed shook, looking up I saw that Art had moved up to put his cock in Kat’s mouth. Opening wide she took the head in her mouth and began to suck it. Her lips were stretched to their limit as she did her best.

Soon Kat let Art’s cock pop out of her mouth as she begged him to fuck her. Art looked at me as if to ask my permission, I rolled over, vacating Kat’s pussy and waved my hand to offer him access. Art moved around to get into position as I started to back off. He looked at me and told me I didn’t have to get off the bed and he didn’t have a problem with me playing with Kat as he had sex with her.

I couldn’t believe how fast things had changed but I was happy with the way things were going. Being able to touch Kat as her lover had sex with her was beyond my dreams. Kat pulled me to her and kissed me with more passion then I could have imagined. She grunted into my mouth as Art drove his cock into her baby maker. With a dreamy look Kat whispered.

He’s going to knock me up. He’s going to give me a black baby.

I kissed and stroked her as I whispered that I knew. Kat then asked if I wanted to see my slut wife get bred by her black stud. I told her I didn’t want to miss it for anything. We kissed again the Kat asked me to tell Art to make sure he got her pregnant. Art’s head was only inches away and I’m sure he heard but somehow I managed to say what Kat asked. Art slowed his strokes and told me I had the most wonderful wife in the world and that I was lucky to have her. Uncomfortable with the praise I mumbled thanks. Art turned his attention back to breeding Kat. Masterfully he drove his cock in my wife bringing her obvious sexual pleasure. My hands found their way to Kat’s rock hard nipples adding to her pleasure as well as mine.         Art gave plenty of warning that he was close to coming so I moved to watch his balls. No sooner was I in position then he jammed his cock hard into Kat and spat out. “Here comes your baby.” She howled like a cat being bred as her legs held him tightly in. After resting with his cock stuffed in her, he started to pull out. Kat told him to stop until I had a chance to stuff a pillow under her ass. Taking my cue I stuffed a pillow under her as she lifted off the bed. That time instead of getting between her legs she guided me into a sixty-nine. No sooner had her lips surrounded my cock then my cock blasted her tonsils with pent up sperm. She just purred and swallowed as my tongue licked her well-fucked pussy. Twice, Kat drained my cock, before letting go of my cock. She then wanted Art and me to cuddle up with her. Cuddling up we were both offered a nipple to suck on. I guess I dosed off, because when I opened my eyes Art was now between Kat’s legs slowly moving his cock in and out of her pussy. About an hour later Art finally pulled his tired but semi erect cock out of her and Kat suggested that we take a shower and then a short nap. Instead of the orgy I expected, our shower was just “friendly hands,” washing each other. Back in bed I dropped into a deep sleep and had a vague recollection of them having sex sometime during the night. I awakened to a piss hard-on and a full bladder. Art and Kat were still asleep so I eased out of bed and quietly made my way to the bathroom. After relieving myself I stepped back in the bedroom and stood looking at Kat and Art snuggled up to each other. The contrast of their skin colors sent a strange tingle thru me. The thought that my wife’s fertile womb was awash with sperm from Art’s big black balls made my own tingle. I knew that she was pregnant.         I slipped some cloths on and went down to the coffee shop for some coffee and something to eat. Sitting in a quiet corner I sipped my coffee and nibbled a muffin as I thought about what had happened. Could I live with a child who was obviously not from my loins? How would our white children feel about having a tan brother or sister? Had I done the right thing by allowing it to happen? There was no question in my mind about giving up my children. I still loved Kat and Art was a nice guy so why was I sitting there, instead of up in the room with them? Answering my own question, I ordered two coffees and several muffins, to go.

Easing into the room I heard the sounds of passionate kissing. Art was over Kat, kissing and sucking on her nipples. Sensing my presence Kat opened her eyes and smiled warmly. ” Art promised to keep breeding me until I’m pregnant, isn’t that great?” Feeling her joy, I smiled at her and pointed at the bulge in my pants as I said that we were all excited. Art let Kat’s boob flesh pop from his mouth as he looked up at me. “You can warm her up some more, while I take a leak.” Art said as he got up. I set the coffee and muffins on the night stand as I made a joke about not being able to live on lust alone. When Kat commented that I had only brought two coffees I told her I had already eaten. She scooted up a bit and reached for her coffee and a muffin. Art returned and thanked me for bringing coffee. Kat teased me about me being the only one with clothes on and for staring at her pussy. I told her that I had never seen her pussy look so swollen and full of sperm. Kat patted Art’s thigh and told me it was his doing but promised that I would see it looking like that a lot from then on.

As Kat spoke, she spread her legs more, showing off her pussy. It was more then I could stand so I dove between her legs and stabbed my tongue into Art’s sperm as it drooled out. Kat moaned loudly and stroked my head as I helped myself to my second breakfast. Her moans became louder as she humped her hot pussy on my tongue and held my head into her pussy. In a few minutes she was climaxing around my tongue as she babbled about how much she loved me.         I told Art it was his turn as I rolled out of the way. Without hesitation he pulled Kat back to the center of the bed and mounted her. For the next hour I kissed and teased her nipples as I told Kat how much I was looking forward to watching her belly grow and to have another baby. I must have said the magic words because Kat hugged and kissed me as her hips fucked back at Art’s driving cock.

We rested and talked quietly for a while before getting cleaned up and checking out of the hotel. Not much was said on the drive home and after the commotion of being greeted by our children Kat went back to being quiet. It wasn’t until we were getting ready for bed that Kat turned to me and shrugged off her night gown. As I looked at her, I remembered the last time I had seen that look. It was just after I had knocked her up with our second child.

Does it bother you that I let Art give me hickies? Suddenly I saw that she had love bites all over her breasts and all around her pussy. My cock answered for me by stiffening. Kat grinned as she noticed my cock.

I guess I’m going to have my work cut out for me, keeping your balls drained as you watch my belly grow. With that I took Kat in my arms and laid her on our bed and told her I love her.

Chapter 3

The next day Kat was on the phone talking with Art, seeing when he could come over to breed her.

For the next two weeks Art visited our bed three or four times a week to fill Kat’s womb. The time for Kat’s period came and went then Kat started having an upset stomach in the morning. Now that Kat’s pregnancy was official, she asked Art what his plans were. I didn’t know about it until Kat told me Art wanted to come over and talk with me. I was quite confused as Art had been coming and going freely and had gotten to know our other children. Kat wouldn’t give me any clue at to what was going on so I was all in a tizzy when he arrived.

The first thing Art did when we closed the door to my den was, gave me a paper that gave me all legal rights to the baby he had planted in my wife. He then asked if I would consider letting him become a part of our family. The two of us talked for hours. Kat would stick her head in to bring us drinks then leave. About midnight Kat came in wearing a see-thru night gown. None of her charms were hidden as she asked if she could join our discussion. Our final decision was to see how things evolved but there would be no restrictions on his visits.

All of this took place six years ago. We sold our house and built a bigger one to house our bigger family. Kat is now pregnant with Art’s, third child and happier then anyone has a right to be. Me, well Kat won’t let Art put his cock in her unless mine is in her mouth. A few times we were allowed to double fuck her with me in her ass. Oh and the kids are doing great.

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I give your wife absolutely no respect, hell, she doesn?t deserve any.  She is, after all, cheating on her husband.  She isn?t all that concerned about getting respect.  She wants to be thoroughly fucked and that?s all I am after too.  Well, I do enjoy spending your hard earned dough.  Most important, I don?t have to worry about knocking the pig up, she isn?t going to come to me crying.  Hell, you probably never realized that the kid you?re putting through school ain’t even yours.

With merciless earnest, I cop a nut in your bitch.  My massive tool rams in and out of your wife?s cunt.  Stretching it out of shape, filling it deeper than you can imagine.  Her legs spread so wide that her crotch is sore for days after.  I bite the nipples of her breast till she screams in agony.  Every now and then I pull my cock out of her traumatized cunt and slap her on the clit.  There aren?t any kisses, nor any caresses, only a cunt reaming by the biggest dick your wife has ever known.  The lousy slut begs for more.  And damn do I give it to her.  I don?t care that her twat is in pain as I slam it in and pull it out.  Popping my nuts is my only concern.

When the whore is laying on your bed, trembling from exhaustion, I drizzle my sperm all over her ass.  Then I stuff my gigantic cock deep into her tiny asshole.  While she is begging me to stop, I am calling her all the filthy names I can think of.  After all, she ain’t nothing but a cheating little scumbag.  By the time she is ready to pass out, I am just getting started.

Nothing turns me on more than having my humongous tool deep in a woman?s asshole while she convulses uncontrollably beneath me.  Her limp body is at my mercy.  I ram all 14 inches of my dick up a hole you have never used, them turn her inside out as I pull it all the way out.  Stroke after powerful stroke she becomes weaker and weaker, until she is putty in my hands.  As my massive dick swells with orgasm, your sleazy wife begs me to stop.  With each mournful plea, I pump harder and harder.

Your pitiful efforts will never make the missus happy, so you ought to just give up and continue to let me fuck that cunt the way it is intended to be fucked.  I just might let you watch from time to time, if you pay me.  I only charge your slut wife fifty bucks an hour, and you could see her finally enjoy sex for another fifty.

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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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When I got there I noticed right away how Sherri bossed Pat around and made him do everything for her. She even questioned him about a long list of housework jobs he had been given to do and he assured her, sounding a bit frightened, that they had all been completed. Before I got over that shock the other guest arrived. Her name was Tandy and she shared Sherri’s full-bottomed figure, along with an impressive bust. I was attracted to her right away even though she acted as pushy as Sherri did. I started dating her and it got serious right away. We had a lot of foreplay on our dates and Tandy always insisted I eat her pussy. She wasn’t clean down there and I didn’t enjoy it but it meant that I got to fondle those boobs and stroke her big ass and thighs.

I should have taken more time, seen the warning signs, and gotten out of the relationship. Instead, I let Tandy rush me into a marriage. What can I say? I was a horny guy, eager to go all the way with this woman who made me give her orgasms but never returned the favor. She even got me to confess that I went home and masturbated, and then she teased me about it. But the wedding happened and I was stuck. On our wedding night I was unhappy to learn that she still wanted foreplay, expected me to go down on her unwashed pussy, and though we were man and wife, didn’t intend to have intercourse. Instead, she got me wildly excited and made me jerk off for her. I had to kneel in front of the toilet and shoot my load into the bowl. My bride laughed at the humiliating performance I gave and made me thank her for being allowed to play with myself. I tried to say something but she grabbed my ear, twisted it hard, and marched me into the bedroom. I had to go to bed wearing only pink, girl’s running shorts. My wife stretched out on her belly, her phat bottom rising impressively high. Then she informed me that I was going to put my face between her ass cheeks, get my nose against her butthole, and keep it there until she drifted off  and for an hour after that.

Too stunned to object, I did as I was ordered. My features were compressed in the tight, humid valley of her sitter. She was even less clean there than in the front, and the smell sickened me. Still, I stayed where I had been sent, while she lay there and called Sherri on her cell phone. I had to listened to them gab about trivia for at least an hour. They made plans to get together the next night. Then it took her nearly an hour more to go rest. I’ll admit I was scared to pull my face out of her rump too soon and risk getting her angry at me, plus I had no way to check the time, so I had my face buried in that fleshy prison for probably two more hours. After a total of about four hours of that abuse I felt emotionally unbalanced, unsure of myself, and wondering if I would ever be able to stand up to me she-devil of a wife.

The next night, telling myself that at least while we were out she couldn’t do anything mean to me, I drove her to Pat’s home. He greeted us at the door, looking sheepish and wearing a yellow leotard and matching slippers that were obviously meant for a girl. I got a bad feeling about how the rest of the evening was going to proceed. We went in and the wives shared a warm hug. Sherri snapped at Pat to get them glasses of wine. Both the women had on low cut tops and short skirts, so I had trouble not staring at them, especially since I wasn’t getting any sex from Tandy. Pat returned with their drinks and then sat primly on a footstool in the corner, looking very unmasculine. Tandy was sitting on the sofa with Sherri and said to her, “So, how’s your love life?” Sherri laughed and told her, “Fantastic. I’m cheating on Patsy with a real bull of a lover. His name’s Rafe and he fucks like a stallion. I glanced at Pat, whose eyes were cast toward the floor. His cheeks were pink with shame. Tandy asked Sherri, “And how about your wimp of a husband?” “Him? Who cares? He knows he has to take it and like it. I make him kneel by the bed and watch us. Rafe thinks that’s funny. After I suck off my lover’s big cock I make Patsy open his lips so I can drop him a kiss. You know, let all that cum and my spit spill out of my mouth and into his.” It was Tandy’s turn to laugh. She said, “I’ll have to try that one on Mick after I get a lover.”

Sherri smiled wickedly. “That should be really soon, babe. I have somebody stopping by who I want you to meet. He’s a friend of Rafe’s.” I stood up shakily, with my mouth hanging open. In a small voice I said, “Tandy, darling, maybe we should go home.” My wife shot to her feet, was in front of me in three long steps, and slapped me hard across one cheek and then the other. When I started to put up my hands she batted them away. Then she grabbed my hair and punched me hard in the stomach. I folded up but she yanked me straight again and kneed me solidly in the balls. That put me on the floor, making retching sounds. She warned me, “If I get anymore backtalk from you — EVER — you’ll get a lot worse than that. When Rafe and his friend get here you’re going to treat them like what they are — your superiors. Patsy over there knows how to behave and you’ll learn too, and I mean fast. I risked a look at my old friend and he was still sitting there passively, hands folded on his lap, but there were tears glistening in his eyes. I croaked at him, “Pat, what have you gotten me into?” but that was all I said, as my wife put her foot and the stacked-heeled shoe she was wearing, on the side of my neck and applied pressure. I made a strangled sound and didn’t dare try to speak anymore.

By the time I had recovered enough to get to my feet, stagger to a wooden chair, and sit, the women were enjoying their conversation again, trading tips on how to dress sluttily for men. Then Sherri opened the drawer of an end table and pulled out a plastic bag, which she tossed at me. I caught it clumsily and my wife made a crack about how I couldn’t catch a ball, either. Then she told me to open it. I was horrified to find pink tights inside, along with a matching belly shirt. The women chortled at my discomfort and then Tandy told me to get changed into my new ‘working clothes’. I tried to leave the room but she said to do it in front of them. “Or would you rather wait until our dates get here, so they can watch too?” With that threat hanging over me I hurried to get out of my street clothes. It was embarrassing. I pulled the humiliating tights up my slender, almost hairless legs and tugged the top on, hating the way it left my midriff bare. Then Sherri made me check the bag once more and I discovered a pair of ballet slippers in the bottom. With those on I looked as unmanly as Pat. Before I could recover from that jolt the doorbell rang. Tandy barked at me to go and answer it. Feeling utterly demeaned, I did it anyway. The memory of that knee to the balls was still fresh.

When I opened the door I was confronted by two tall, broadshouldered men who glared at me menacingly. I backed away meekly and in a whisper invited them inside. They pushed past me. I had a quick impression of tattooed arms and unshaven faces. One of them went straight to Sherri and wrapped her in his powerful arms. They shared a deep kiss and Pat cringed at the sight. But my old buddy also stood up and, when the two finally separated, asked the man if he would like a drink. His wife said, “You know Rafe always wants a drink as soon as he gets here, you twerp.” “Yeah,” the bruiser growled at him. “Make me a seven and seven and, if you screw it up, I’ll shove a funnel in your sissy ass and make you drink it that way.” The four of them laughed as if he had said something clever. Sherri went over to the newcomer and said, “You must be Chunk.” He smiled lopsidedly and nodded. “That’s me. And that hot piece over there must be Tandy.” “Right,” Sherri assured him. “Why don’t you two sit down and get to know each other.” I felt like I had just swallowed my tongue. The brutal looking guy plopped himself down and my wife sat close to him, making sure her leg touched his.

Tandy said to Chunk, “You must be one hell of a man in bed.” “You got that right, lover. And I like a bitch who does everything and does it good.” Instead of being repulsed, my wife melted visibly and then leaned toward him for an open-mouthed kiss. Chunk was only too happy to oblige, pressing his stubbled face close and putting his calloused hand on the back of her head to hold her in place. They remained frozen, mouth-to-mouth, while I stood there on rubbery legs. When they seperated, at last, his hand was cupping her big breast. I choked on my emotions but didn’t do anything. There I was, dressed like a wuss, terrified that Chunk would get annoyed and smack me around. My cowardice was evident as he slid his thick fingers up under her skirt and made her squeal with pleasure. Pat had left the room and now he returned with two rocks glasses on a silver tray. He bent carefully at the waist to offer one to Rafe. Then he moved to where he could do the same for Chunk. My head was spinning from the pace at which this bizarre series of events was unfolding.

Pat sat down again and I noticed he was gesturing with his eyes toward a second footstool near his. I went to it and gratefully got off my feet, mimicking my friend’s knees-together, hands-folded-over-crotch posture. I felt foolish but at least behaving as was expected should save me from being assaulted. Both couples were very free with their hands. Sherri was squeezing the obvious bulge in Rafe’s crotch. Chunk had his blunt fingers under Tandy’s top and I knew she didn’t have on a bra. I always wanted to touch her round, desirable breasts and wasn’t allowed to, but now some dangerous type she had just met was enjoying them as much as he pleased. I watched helplessly as she unbuttoned her top to give him full access and he dipped his head to fasten his mouth on the nearest thick nipple. My stomach rolled over. Sherri called to my wife, “Hey, honey, isn’t about time we took these guys to bed?” Tandy smiled and nodded. “Oh yeah. You should feel this guy’s cock.”

The four of them got up and headed for the main bedroom and guest room. Pat got down on his knees and followed wordlessly. I was terrified that I would do something wrong, so I got into the same submissive posture and followed my wife and Chunk, unable to take my eyes off Tandy’s broad swaying ass. Despite everything I even felt a weird sort of horniness. Once they reached the bedroom they began undressing each other. As I feared he would, Chunk had an enormous cock that make mine look like a joke. My wife stroked it lovingly and then got down on her knees and fed inch after inch of it into her full-lipped mouth. She gave him a spirited blowjob but didn’t make him finish. Then she got onto the bed on her knees and dropped forward, rear end in the air. Chunk was quick to take up a position kneeling behind her, his rampant tool aimed at her waiting slit. I wanted to look away and not see the final ruination of our marriage but couldn’t avert my eyes. Instead I had to witness him inserting his entire length into my wife’s body and then begin pistoning it in and out. She purred appreciatively and pushed back into his every thrust. They worked together as one for a long time before she moaned loudly, on the verge or climax. Then it hit her and he let himself go at the same moment, pumping furiously to maximize the pleasure for both of them. Tandy threw back her head and let out a cry of ecstasy. Gradually he slowed his tempo and then stopped. He pulled out, his cock glistening, and they laid alongside each other.

“Get up here,” my wife directed me. “I want to see you do what Sherri makes Pat — I mean Patsy — do after she has sex. Get your nose into my cunt and rub it around until it’s coated with Chunk’s cum. Do it or you’ll get a knee in the balls again, and this time I won’t stop until they’re wrecked.” I shuddered but did as I was told. The strong salty stench of his sperm filled my nostrils. Then my bride made me shove my tongue inside her. I had to hold it there while she and the man she had cheated on me with kissed passionately. Finally I had to lap her pussy until every bit of Chunk’s creamy deposit was gathered up and swallowed. It made me queasy but the thought of having my testicles destroyed was powerful motivation. At last my odious task was done. Then I got an even worse command. My wife told me, “Now clean Chunk, too. Or lose your nuggets.” Nuggets? She meant balls. I gulped down the last of the cum already in my mouth as I moved to between his sturdy, hairy legs. Then I got my lips and tongue busy on his flaccid cock, not fully believing that I was doing that to another man. Could it get any worse? Yes. He began to grow hard.

Tandy propped herself up on one elbow and stared in fascination as he made me take in as much of his length as I could. “Jeez,” she exclaimed. “We’re turning my husband into a cocksucker.” Chunk snorted. “I don’t think the fairypants had far to go. Then my wife told me, “Back your head up until just the knob of his bone is in your mouth. That’s a good little gobbler. Now suck, and swirl with your tongue, and get ready to swallow. I’m going to stroke Chunk’s long, thick, gorgeous cock until he shoots his load. I’m going to jerk him off into your sissy mouth. And because he’s not halfway down your throat, you’ll get every drop of his goo all over your tongue. And once you’re an official suck boy, you’re never allowed any pussy again. So if you had even the slightest chance of ever getting in me, you’re going to lose it in about a minute.” “Let’s make that three minutes,” Chunk told her. “Slow down with that talented hand and let me enjoy it. And let your suck-off husband think about the end of his sex life.” He let out a deep chuckle. “And maybe next time YOU can suck my dong while HE eats my ass.” “Oh, baby, I’m getting hot just thinking about that. We’ll make him an ass muncher too.”

All too soon she brought Chunk to the edge and beyond. He emptied his heavy balls again, coating the inside of my mouth completely. My wife cheered him on and then instructed me not to rinse my mouth or drink anything. “I want you to taste my lover’s spunk all night long.” She milked a few more drops out of him and said, “Sherri and I are going to have so much fun thinking of more and more ways to mistreat you useless husbands

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