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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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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I had taken the transfer to Raleigh because my wife was bored to death in Roanoke. I’m a hang around the house kind of guy. Not Jean. She loves to shop with her gal friends. She likes to party too. From what I’ve heard, she always had two or three guys on the string in high school and college. It’s no wonder. She is a tall, lovely brunette with exceptionally large, beautifully formed breasts. Her hair hangs eight inches below her neck. She is just lovely.

Is she perfect? Hardly. She loves to spend money. She drinks more then I would like. I’ve mentioned it a few times. Each time we end up in an argument, or she storms out. When she returns, she will be really soused. So, I have just shut up. The upside of her drinking is that when she is gunned, she gets horny and wants me to play, “ride-me-cowboy.”

Some people must wonder, I’m sure, why she married me? I’m Jewish. She is a Baptist. To be frank, we had dated just over two months, when she informed me that she was pregnant. I’m from money, so I have a red Corvette, large boat, and make big money myself. She claimed that her pregnancy was an accident. Maybe it was, or maybe it wasn’t? Anyway we have been hitched for seven years.

After our son started daycare, Jean got a job as a liaison person for Meehan Exporters. I don’t really understand what she or they do, but from what she has said, they make a ton of money doing it. They must. They started her at thirty-five thousand, with a company car, which isn’t too shabby. It is a baby Benz. Whatever she is doing is all right with me. I have never seen her so happy. I do piss and moan that she has to work some nights, and weekends. Can’t say too much. I have to work some evenings and weekends too. We both love to make money.

On a Wednesday, she phoned me at work. “Milton, Diane Ducharne, one of the other liaison persons, has requested that I fly with her to Atlanta to meet with several Japanese buyers, who are in Atlanta for a convention.”

“When will you be back?”

“Not until Saturday afternoon.”

“Will Mrs. White take care of Robby while you are gone?”

“Yes, She will drop him off at the house Saturday at noon.”

“Okay, have a good time. Watch out for those Japanese men? I hear that they have the hots for tall Caucasian women with large boobs.”

“Milton, they will probably be little old men wearing pin stripped suits. I’ll probably be a head taller than they are?”

Back at Meehan Exporters, Diane was speaking to Frank Meehan.

“I have asked Jean to accompany me to Atlanta. Are you sure that you want me to go through with this?”

“You know that I do. Mr. Tamoso and Mr. Hittoso, and their party, have been with you several times. They want a new plaything. When I hired that prostitute, who posed as a housewife, they were on to it right away. They were so pissed that we almost lost their business. They want a housewife, with large tits and a fur-covered pussy, which has hardly been used, for their little bondage games. Those Asians sure do love to fuck a buzzed, tied up women. Christ, I‘d love to see Jean with her tits bound, a ball gage in her mouth, spread eagle on a bed as those little fuckers have at her.”

“Frank, I have told you that Japanese men are no longer little fuckers. Some of those guys are six foot, weigh over two hundred pounds and are very well hung. We may very well lose Jean as an employee after this, I hope you realize?”

“Diane, the private investigator’s report that we got about her, before we hired her, stated that she has a drinking problem. It went on to say that an informant in the Roanoke police department said that several times officers have observed her go into a motel with different men that she has picked up at a local lounge. There is no indication that her husband has any idea about any of this.”

“Frank, Jean has told me that she has had a few affairs. I asked her, “How did you husband handle that?”

Jean said, “Milton is so overworked with his CPA clients that he just nods okay when I tell him that I am to go out. I think sometimes that he wants peace and quiet so he can work at home.”

“I suggest that you tell our friends to act very formal while they ply Jean with some strong drinks. Then, when you think the time is right add some “Love” in her drink. By the time she is aware again, they will have her all tied up. Have our friends tell her that she agreed to have fun with them. When you see her later, you tell her that she sure was having a good time with our friends. And that you were surprised that she agreed to go play with them.”

“How long will they play with her, do you think?”

“No idea? Certainly, it will be all night. How many played with you last March?” “I’m not sure. Part of the time I was blindfolded. At least six. I better get going. Jean and I will be on the Delta flight 1400, 2:45 PM shuttle.

After Diane had left, Frank placed a phone call to Mr. Tamoso filling him on all the details. He then faxed a picture of Jean to him.

Jean was home packing. Her phone rang. “Hello, Jean Robenstien.”

“Jeannie, it’s me. If it’s okay with you, I’d like to come visit.”

Jean thought for a minute. She and her younger sister were buddies. Tricia was a menopause baby, which explains why Jean is nineteen years older than Tricia, who is thirteen. You would never tell her age by looking at her. Like most girls, she has reached her full height at age thirteen. She is tall like Jean, at five feet, eleven inches. She and Jean both have our mothers bust, a full D cup.

Impulsively, Jean said, “Tricia, how would you like a little adventure. I am going to Atlanta on Delta Flight 1400, which originates in Richmond at 1:45 PM. You can make it. I know that there are seats available. We will be returning on Saturday.”

“Oh, wow, that sounds super. Thanks, Sis. I’ll tell Mom, and have her drive me to the airport.”

Jean did not tell Diane, until they were about to sit down on the airplane, that she was bringing her sister. Even then, she did not reveal Tricia’s age.

Diane thought. Damn it, what to hell will I do to get the sister out of the way. Well, hell, I might as well put some “Love” in her drink too. That would give our Japanese friends two sweet things to play with.

Mr. Tomoso, and his partner, Mr. Hittoso, had been in Atlanta for three days. The business that Meehan Exporters knew about was just a front. In behalf of their government, they traveled the world buying oil from exporters who had under-the-table deals, with Saudi Sheiks, that allowed them to buy oil for as much as eight dollars below the world price. In Atlanta, they were working through a middleman by the name of Benny Palmer.

Benny is a piece of work. He is a handsome, tall, black man from a wealth Durham, North Carolina family, whose daddy owns three car dealerships, and an Exxon dealership. It was through Exxon that he had made the contacts that he had. He was the member of a secret group known as, “The White Mice.”

His cut of the deal that he was putting together with Tamoso and Hittoso would be fifty-grand. Not bad for a few phone calls?

As Delta Flight 1400 was on the way to Atlanta, he was in Mr. Tamoso’s hotel room.

Mr. Tamoso wanted to cultivate his relationship with Benny, so he said, “Tonight, we will have a woman available to us to use as we see fit. It would be my honor to give her to you for the evening, after she is properly restrained.”

Benny got a quizzical look on his face. Thinking fast, he remembered that his buddy Gene Dumas, and four of his pals had invited him to Gene’s house. They had planned on going out on the town, but what the hell; a little gangbang might be a lot of fun. He asked, “Is this woman a prostitute?”

Mr. Tomoso stiffened. “It is an unsuspecting housewife, we have been told, and who drinks too much, and thereby can be controlled and used for your satisfaction.”

“Is this a white woman?”

“Yes, a lovely beautiful flower with large bosoms. She has only been with child once. Here is her picture. Have I not accurately described the woman for you?”

Benny, who is usually Mr. Cool, expelled his breath. “Wow, she is some looker. How will you get her under control?”

“She is traveling with a woman who will see to it that she drinks and is given something that will make her very easy to direct.”

“Can you have her brought to 15789 Eagle Way, on the West side of Atlanta?”

“Certainly.”

“Mr. Tamoso, if this works out as I think it will, one of the men that will be with me tonight can get you all the crude that you want at our agreed upon price.”

Mr. Tamoso just smiled.

Gene Dumas was another extremely wealthy, young, black man, whose father owned South Star tankers that flew the flag of Aruba. With the right money under the table, he could arrange almost anything. Benny would do anything to keep in tight with Gene.

Diane got a surprise when she went to Mr. Tamoso’s room. She was told that this Jean would be transported to another location when the time was ripe, and that Mr. Hittoso and he would expect that Diane would present herself for their use after this Jean woman had left.

Jean asked, “how many men will you have visit your room tonight?”

Mr. Tamoso countered her question by saying; “My associates are looking forward to being with you.”

“Mr. Tamoso, Jean has invited her sister to join us. I have no choice but to give her some “Love” also. What will you do with her?”

“That is splendid, my Dear. I am using this Jean as a gift to a person who can be very beneficial to my company. I’m sure that adding another attractive woman for his use will endear him to me. How do you say it? He will owe me?”

There was no mention to Diane that the man or men who would have Jean were black.  Her cover story to Jean that Jean had been friendly with the Japanese, and had gone with them willingly, was shot.

Diane did not realize that Tricia was underage to be in the Hotel Astor’s lounge. Jean had carefully applied her cosmetics so that she appeared much older then she was. Diane, whose mind was wrestling with her own predicament, paid little attention to Tricia.

Diane had quietly paid the bartender one hundred dollars to arrange for all the drinks served to the two women with her to be one hundred fifty proof. By the time that the two Japanese men joined them, both Jean and Tricia were gunned. Ten minutes after “Love:” was added to their drinks, the men announced that they were to take a ride.

By the time that they arrived at 15789 Eagle Way, Jean and Tricia were sitting with their mouths open, and had a silly smile on their faces.

Before the party got to the front door, Gene opened it. All went downstairs to an enormous den. Mr. Matoso ordered Diane, “Take Jean to the end of the hall. Make her comfortable.”

In the bedroom, Jean was rocking back and forth, unaware that Diane was undressing her. Her arms were stretched and secured so that she was on her back in the center of the bed. Her legs were tied so that she could not close them, but they could be raised so that a man could drive all that he is into her unguarded pussy. Diane knew that the men would enjoy fondling her beautiful breasts.

Diane looked around. All the furnishings were top of the line. Soft classical music was piped into each room.  She laughed thinking of Jean listening to Mozart while the man or men played with her. She had only seen one black man. He was impressive, she concluded. She thought that he is about thirty-eight, tall, lean, wearing fine clothes with lots of gold.

Mr. Tamoso, following Gene, guided Tricia to a bedroom at the other end of the spacious home. Gene eyed her. He caught Mr. Tamoso’s eye. Jerking his thumb at Tricia, he asked, “How old?”

To Mr. Tamoso, Caucasian women all looked the same, so he said, “My friend, her sister allowed her to consume alcoholic drinks at the Astor, so she must be of age. You American are so hung up about age. In my country, it is common to arrange for wealthy men to deflower very young girls. For a heft price, of course.”

Both men had been busy removing Tricia’s clothes and tying her to the bed.

When Gene saw her virgin looking body, with the firm, large breasts, as well as her untrimmed cuntal brush, he let out a low whistle. Tricia was watching the men with a crocked smile on her face. Benny pulled her legs apart and gently probed between her cuntal lips. Instantly, he realized that she had to be a virgin. He also realized that if Mr. Tamoso knew that, that she would never have been brought her for the use of he and his friends, so he lied. “She has been well fucked,” he said as Mr. Tamoso walked out of the room.

Soon, Diane was in the back seat of Mr. Tamoso’s limo being driven to her fate. Mr. Tamoso smiled as he said, “Diane, it is time for you to get on your knees and pleasure me.”

She saw that his cock was exposed. When she was in position, he pushed down on the back of her head so that her face was in the hair at the base of his cock, his cock filling her mouth. She wished that she had  more. When she had swallowed his cum, she drank some “Love.” By the time that she was tied to his bed, and was surrounded by seven of his associates, she did not care. “Fuck me,” she whispered.

Gene went upstairs, where his friends waited in the den. “You guys are going to have a time tonight,” he said with a deep chuckle.

He walked them all to Jean’s room. “Here, you guys start with her. There is another one. After I get her loosened up, I come get some of you to have a turn with her.”

None of them were paying the least bit of attention to what Gene was saying. They were all talking at once as they took off their clothes. “Holy shit, Gene. She is beautiful. Look at that body? What a great set of knockers?”

Gene said, “Here is a deck of cards. Each guy draw one. High card goes first.”

Gene turned up the classical music. The “Grand Canyon” suite was playing. Nothing like the theme song of the “Lone Ranger” being played as he enjoyed a virgin.

He entered the room that Tricia was in. After locking the door, he disrobed. He ran his fingers up and down his thick, seven-inch cock. Certainly, it was nothing that would scare the average woman. He was proud of it.  The last white woman that he had fucked was a divorced gal, who had never had children. She had told him that she loved his thickness in her. All he had to do is phone her. She would meet him, just to fuck him. The last time she was over, he invited two of his friends to stop by. By the time they snuck into the house, he was stroking his cock into her the second time.

They said, “gee, baby, you are really hot, how about sharing some of that with us?”

Gene had whispered to her, “You will really enjoy it.”

She opened both arms wide as she spread her legs to accept the next black cock, which was much larger than Gene’s. She had not said a word as she locked her legs just above his ass as he pumped into her.

Now, Gene was between Tricia’s legs, with his tongue lapping up and down her tiny slit. She was squirming from the strange new sensations, yet still unaware of what was to come next. Still the naïve girl.

A black finger felt for her opening.  Slowly Gene ran his index finger in her. There was no opening past the lips as one would find in an older woman who has given birth. He turned his hand over so that he could finger her “G” spot, with his very long fingers. Her hips begin to undulate. Gene sucked the nipple of her tit, as he picked up the speed of her first finger fucking.

Tricia started to moan, as her twat was raised. Gene smiled. It was time to mount her. He was glad that he had thought about setting up his video camera.

His brown body eased forward, as his chest lowered to her. When he was comfortable, he reached under the cheeks of her as to use both hands to separate her cunt lips. The fat head of his cock would not catch on her hole, so he felt for it with his finger. Finding the right spot, he started to push.

Tricia’s moans got louder as the end of his cock slipped past the tight ring guarding her tender insides. He raised himself to look at her face. The look on her face told him that her mind was trying to sort out where she was and what was happening to her. He pushed in deeper. More moaning.

He drove his ass forward, burying himself to the hilt. “Ooohhooo,” she wailed.

Gene smiled. She knows that I’m in her. She may not know how she got here, but she knows that she is being fucked.

He had been patient enough. He allowed his thick cock to enjoy itself, as he swung his ass up and down, and side to side in the classic screwing motion that he knew a woman liked.

Lucid now, Tricia asked, “What are you doing to me?”

“Making you a woman, when a woman has what you have, with beautiful tits, and a tight cunt, it is time for her to become a woman. How does this feel?”

There was no answer, only a continued moaning as Gene’s cock probed her insides, finally to erupt and fill her with his hot sperm. She was not on the pill.

A few minutes later, Gene was hard again. This time his tight hard ass threw his cock into Tricia, hard and fast for twenty minutes. When he was about to cum, he felt her pussy grab his cock, again and again. She juiced up, and her body stiffened. There was no need to say anything. Tricia had just had her first cock-induced orgasm. It was a moment that she would remember all her life. She didn’t like it that she was tied, nor that this was a stranger fucking her. But, she was in wonder of the feeling she had just experienced that had been given to her by this nice smelling, good looking, black man.

She closed her eyes as he got off her. When she opened them again to a new sound there were two more black men beside the bed, each sporting more cock than the last guy, but she did not notice that.

“Please, untie me?”

“Yeah, right. After we play with you for a while. What is your name?”

“Tricia.”

“How old are you?”

“Thirteen.”

“How did you end up here?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, since you’re here, we will do our best to entertain you.”

As he said that, Benny Palmer knee walked to between her legs. He fed his meat into her cum lubricated snatch, which though tight, could not resist the one-eyed, warm, invader.

“Where is my Sister?”

“Down the hall.”

“Does she know I’m here?”

Thinking fast, Benny said, “Sure. She told us to all to get on you to make you a woman.”

“She did?”

“Sure. That is why we are doing this. It is a favor for your Sister. She will come check on you in a while.”

Tricia remembered that when she was on the phone with Jean that Jean had said something about an adventure. She remembered that she had told Jean that her boy friend was pestering her to try sex. But why the restrains?

At that moment Benny thrust the rest of his rod into her. It hurt, but felt good in a strange way. She lifted her pussy just as he drove his rod in with a quick thrust. She was impaled.  She moaned as her pussy clamped hard on the invader. Benny felt the wetness in her tiny pussy as she shook for another orgasm. His balls were so tight that they hurt. He was turned on so, since Gene had told him that they were breaking in a virgin. He exploded, to become the third man to blast his cum into her pussy.

“That a girl. That’s just what your Sister had in mind for you. There are three guys down the hall doing this to her right now. She must be having a good time like you are.”

Tommy Sutton eased his cock in Tricia as all this was said.

Down the hall, Jean had been moved from the bed and tied to a bench, which was just the right height for a man to ease his cock into her ass. Walter James had too much cock for most pussies, but a woman’s ass was bottomless, so once tied, his “Big Walter,” as he called his cock, was eased into Jean’s virgin ass, after working it with his fingers, lubricant and a lot of hard pushing. “Wow, does this feel great,” Walter exclaimed to the others, over the ball-gage muffled complaints from Jean. Gene was having a good time tying ropes tightly around her tits. He also put a dog collar on her. They made her drink another dose of “Love” and then released her.

Little did they know that Jean had an affair with a married man when she was a freshman in College. He would take her to his mountain cabin, got her buzzed, and then would tie her to his bed, where she would be fucked until he could not get it up any more.

The phone rang just as they were about to bend her over a couch to fuck her cunt while another guy head fucked her.

“Gene here.”

It was his younger brother, William, or as Gene called him, “Billy the Kid.”

“You going to the game tomorrow?”

“Naw, having a good time right here.”

“What’s the action, bro?”

“Got as couple of white chicks here that we are fucking.”

“Yo, Man, How about me and two of my friends hopping on over there to share some of the action?”

“How old are your guys?”

“Teddy is eighteen. He has a car. Slammer is fourteen.”

Gene thought. What to hell? The Kid is fifteen. Would be a big thrill for the Kid to hump the tender, white pussy upstairs. The way things are going; we will have them here until Saturday morning. He remembered that Diane had said that they had a flight Saturday afternoon.

“Hop on over, Kid. These ladies will fuck your brains out. He went down the hall to check on Tricia, as Tommy started to fuck Jean.

He gave Tricia, another dose of “Love,” and then untied her. He took her upstairs and tied her onto a sex swing, so that as one guy fucked her, others could head fuck her, or play with her tits.

He wanted to use Jean’s ass, so he returned to the basement and did just that. After having had Walter, there was no discomfort for her as Gene slid deeply into her.

The Kid and his friend arrived. He sent the older guy down to have some fun with Jean. His brother and Slammer, he took up to play with Tricia. Using her hips for leverage, The Kid used the swing to move Tricia back and forth as he plowed into her with a hefty piece of black meat. It was erotic to watch Tricia’s big, firm, D breasts, swing and flop about. Gene thought to himself, you know, if a woman has sensitive breasts, it must put their body on sexual overload when their tits flop around like this. That, of course, is true, and one reason that in many cases, a woman with ponderous tits becomes an easy fuck. Fucking is the only way she can get those puppies dancing all over her chest, while the cock enflames her pussy, giving her a combo of sensations.

Jean knew that. Tricia was learning.

Finally, everyone was fucked out. Everyone crashed, including the women. When Jean woke up just as the dawn was breaking, she went looking for a place to pee. That done, she went looking for her clothes. She found a sleeping Tricia, covered by cum, lying on her back, with her legs wide apart. Cum was running out of her cunt and ass.

For several moments she stood looking at her thirteen-year-old sister. She remembered that when she was twelve that she and two older boys, John Wilson, and Fred Adams went into a fields at night, that had a large hay mound. Sitting on it, John talked her into letting him run his hand down the front of her dungarees to feel where her pussy was. John and Fred were both sixteen, and each told her that they had never seen what a girls pee place looked like.

John could reach the top of her pussy hair, but not where she peed from, so she opened the front of her dungarees. She felt his hand on her privates, but he could not find her slit. Guys, she would later learn, don’t know that a girl’s vagina is nestled between her legs, and not higher as their cock is.

John said, “Damn it Jeannie, do you have a place down there? Take off your pants so we can find it, with your legs open. With your pants and panties on, I can’t find it.”

“You’ll look at my privates.”

“How can we, it is darker than a closet. I can’t even see your face.”

So, Jean took off her dungarees, and panties. She reached down to guide John’s finger to her pee place.

“There,” she said.

John ran his finger around her place. Accidentally, he rubbed her clit several times, causing her to spread her legs further apart. He found her pussy. Boldly, he pushed his finger into it. Frantically, Jean reached to stop him by placing her hand over his. John was so excited that he was about to cum in his pants. He wildly thrust his finger in and out of her little pussy.

Jean finally pulled his hand away from her. Fred’s finger replaced John’s in her. John was now lifting her blouse so he had access to her already C cup breasts. He lies on her to give her a wet kiss, as his hands pawed her full, tender, firm, growing tits. Fred knee walked between her legs with his cock in hand. Her pussy was now wet. She, unlike Tricia, had used tampon, so her pussy did not resist when Fred’s cock caught in her vaginal opening, and he entered her.

Fred had cum in just minutes. He was replaced by John who cum with the third thrust.

Jean had cried for a few minutes. John said to her. “Jeannie, I’m sorry that we went too far. But, you know, we can’t tell a soul. Our parents would ground us all for months, if this gets out.”

Fred said, “I won’t tell anyone at school, if you don’t tell anyone, Jeannie. It will just be between us.”

Jeannie had agreed to keep quiet.

A month later, on another dark night, the neighborhood kids were just hanging out. Fred came to Jeannie’s side. “John and I want you to take a walk with us to the field?”

“I should go in.”

“Jeannie, if you don’t go with us, I will have a friend of mine tell all the guys in school that you are a sex queen.”

“You wouldn’t?”

“See you at the hay mound in ten minutes.”

“She had gone. It was an age-old lesson that she was learning, that men would go to great lengths for some pussy. John, Fred. You can put your hands on my breasts, and down there, but you can’t put yourself in me.”

Neither boy said anything. They just started to paw her breast, and help her out of her pants. At first, she opened her legs just enough for a hand to have access to her pussy. There is a reason why a woman enjoys attention being played to her privates. Jean relaxed. More and more she allowed the boys to spread her legs. When John placed his chest on her, she knew that he was going to fuck her, but now her body wanted it. When Fred followed, she came twice. There was no turning back.

Benny found her standing there. She remembered him from last night. “How did I end up here? She asked.

“You were buzzed. We gave you a ride here. I was afraid that it we left you, that you would be robber, or murdered. Atlanta is a tough town.”

Jean knew that was all bullshit.

Benny took her by the hand and led her to the other bedroom. She knew that he would fuck her. She didn’t care. All six guys fucked her, leaving her spent on the bed.

They then went and all fucked Tricia. Walter James took her in the ass.

Jean and Tricia were returned to the Astor Friday afternoon. Jean booked them on a flight home, leaving Diane to fend for herself.

Gene had contacts all over the East coast. He had carefully recorded the personal information he found in the women’s purses. He faxed what he had, and videos, to a friend in Richmond by the name of Big Ed Thompson, whose son; Ralph is a football player at Richmond High School.

Ralph located Tricia at her school. “Hi, you’re a really neat chick. How about coming to a party Friday night,” the tall, good looking black kid said to Tricia, who stood looking at him, wondering why an older guy like him would want to date her. She was a daring little shit, and the idea of going to a party sure sounded exciting.

“I don’t know… I don’t know if my parent would approve?”

“Whose to tell them. I can meet you in front of Sears. You can tell your folks that you are hanging out with your friends.”

“What time?”

“Eight.”

When they got to the party, there were only three older girls there, and ten guys. Shortly, Tricia was feeling really funny. When the other two girls left, each with a guy, she was alone with eight juniors and seniors from Richmond High. Ralph took her into a bedroom. Her clothes were removed. She was finger fucked, as Ralph ran his ebony hand across the whiteness of her soft stomach that would soon rise and fall as his thick, long cock pushed against the walls of her pussy. Now, fourteen, she was in the full bloom of womanhood. Her breasts are so beautiful. He had been told that several wealthy guys had exploited her in a gangbang down in Atlanta. It was hard to believe; yet he had watched the video of some really cool guys having their way with her.

Tricia had accepted his request for a date. She was here, and she had been given a dose of Love. She had not rebelled as her undressed her. But, she was so beautiful. He concluded that a beautiful woman could be fucked as easy as an average one. Come to think of it, look at J-Lo. Some new guy was in her pants monthly, it seemed.

Ralph pulled her legs apart. On her now, with his full weight of two hundred and sixty pounds, Big Ed’s son was about to taste his first white pussy. His cock was eased, ever so slowly into her, as she squirmed and tried to roll her pussy away from his wrist size cock.  Ralph was young, impatient. He slammed himself into her and fucked and fucked until his rod tingled, felt so good, as his cum was pumped deep into her. As he rolled off, the rest took their turn with her.

Strangely, none of them wanted her twice, now were they interested in having her over to be fucked again.

When Tricia was in high school, it was pretty well known that she was an easy fuck.

When she went to college, no one knew her. She met a nice senior, who fell in love with her. They got married. They had been married for overt a year, when Ralph phoned her. “Hi, Tricia, remember me, Ralph Thompson?”

At first, she did not, so Ralph added, “I’m the black guy that you dated when you were fourteen.”

“Oh, yes, I remember you.”

“Tricia, I am throwing a bachelor party for a friend of mine. I want you to be the entertainment?’

“Ralph, how could you ask me? I’m married.”

“Do you have a computer, on-line?”

“Yes.” “What is your screen name?”

“TriciaB at hotmail.com.”

“An e-mail is coming your way in a few minutes.”

When it did, Alicia clicked on a link that took her to a site that showed movie after movie of she with the guys in Atlanta, as well as the night that she had done Ralph and his friends. The thing that stuck in her mind as she watched was what she could not see or understand when she was on her back being fucked. The movies showed these massive black men, with long drooping cocks that were displayed for the camera, and then the camera shoed her face as then slid home deep within her. Nothing was left to ones imagination, especially when she had an orgasm, or she was giving a blowjob.

In the e-mail, Ralph asked, ‘I’ll bet it would turn your husband’s cock rock hard to watch a couple hours of this?”

She responded, “Where and when?”

Ralph and his friends don’t hit on her often, but at least once a year, she meets with a group of wealthy, good looking, black men for several hours. She doesn’t mind. They have proven to her that they are discrete.

As for Jean, She did not mention her adventure to anyone until, Frank made a mistake and said, “Mr. Tamoso just gave me a huge order, thanks to what you did in Atlanta.”

She blurted out, “What did I do for him?”

The cat was out of the bag, so Frank said, “He gave you to the black guys in return for favors that they are doing for him.”

Pissed, jean said, “So that’s how I ended up with those guys. You must have arranged it, by having Diane get me soused? You are a son-of-a-bitch. I’m out of here.”

They were the only two in the office. Frank took her by the arm. Before you go, I am going to show you my favorite movies, and pictures. By the time that he was finished, and had told her that showing her Milton the movies was an option, Jean just sat there. Finally she asked, “So what now?”

“You are truly beautiful. I want you to leave your husband and come live with me.”

“Screw you? I love my husband. Go to hell. Do what you have to do.” She stormed out of Frank life forever.  Frank sent a hundred pictures showing Jeannie being fucked in every way imaginable, as well as close ups with her cheeks puffed out from a large black cock deeply inserted into her mouth. Other shots showed cum running from her gaping pussy. Six different naked, black men were in one picture on a bed with her. One had his finger in her pussy, as the others beamed at the camera. She was smiling. It was the most damming picture of all.

Jean was out when Milton received the package. When he realized what he had in his hands, he went to his car, and drove off. He needed time to think. After hours at his office he sat thinking for several minutes.

He called his older brother, Tug, a sheriff in Lynchburg Virginia. Tug was a hard-nosed tough, redneck, old style sheriff that did things the old fashion way. He was of a mind that a man was responsible for his wife, and if she got out of line, that stern justice should be administrated. As Sheriff, he ran the county jail with an iron fist. It housed about three hundred and forty black men, and an equal number of white guys.

Tug also knew that some white gals found large black cock to be irritable.

So, my sister-in-law has been playing with our black friends. What? Is she after their cocks? He mused.

“Must be, Tug. We get along okay.”

“I know how to take care of that itch between her legs, if you’re willing to let me have her for a month?”

“What do you have in mind, Tug?”

“You don’t want to know. Just bring her to my office tomorrow. When she is in here, you tell her that you forgot something in the car. Go out and drive home. I’ll bring her home in thirty days. She will be just fine then.”

“Thanks Tug. I knew that you could help.”

The next morning, Tug went into the jail to meet with Lewis Too Tall Jones, the leader of the Black Tigers. “Too Tall, I’m going to give you and your brother a gift, with conditions.”

“Yeah, just what you got, Man?”

“How about a nice white woman for you and all the brothers to use?”

“You yanking me around, Man?” “No, you can have her for a fucking month, with this condition. You or one of your top men watches over her to make sure that no one cuts her up of beats on her. Other then that, keep her out in cell are D, so no one can here her if she puts up a fuss. Keep her clean, well fed, and fuck her twenty-four, seven. If you want, sell her to anyone that you want to, but somebody has to watch her.”

“I like that Man.”

“Too Tall, don’t make any mistakes. If she gets hurt or cut, I’ll come down like a ton of bricks on everybody.

It was a long thirty days for Jean. Tug came to the door with her. After they were in the house, Tug said to Milton, “She has something to tell you.”

“I’ll do anything you want me to, Milton.”

“You want to fuck her Tug.”

“Already have twice today, Brother.”

“Well then, Jean, take off your clothes, and give me a long blow job.”

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Karen certainly came to the right Fraternity because we treated our women badly. During that Labour Day weekend back in 1988, I don’t remember seeing Karen without a cock in at least one of her holes. We were all using drugs to keep us awake and I only slept for about six hours over the whole weekend. Karen was triple-fucked dozens of times and was naked all weekend. Guy, my roommate, made Karen lick his girlfriend’s cunt in front of everyone. Karen was totally wanton and nothing was too outrageous. Karen didn’t seem to care what people thought of her and happily posed for photos doing whatever the guys wanted. We have hundreds of photos of her sucking cocks and being fucked by dozens of different guys. One guy, I won’t mention his name, loved to ass-fuck Karen and got off on having Karen ass-fuck him with a dildo. He is now a US Senator and very outspoken against homosexuals. Karen’s reputation at NYU would have been enough to have her expelled in most Universities. It was only her fantastic grades and her personality that saved her. I don’t think the Dean or any of her Professors could believe such a demure and lovely girl could be such a slut. Over the four years we were at NYU all of my buddies and most of the other male students had fucked Karen. Karen insisted that condoms were NOT used because she loved the feeling of cum leaking from her cunt. This resulted in a couple of cases of mild STD and a few anxious times when Karen’s period was late.

Karen was the football team mascot and win, lose or draw the whole team fucked her. If they won it was usually just fucking and sucking but if they lost more often then not they’d take the frustration out on Karen. After two losses in a row the quarterback accused Karen of being bad luck and offered her to the UCLA team that had just beaten them. Obviously the offer was accepted and the UCLA team came over to our frat house. If Eric, the quarterback, thought he was hurting Karen he was dumber then he looked. Twenty-six new guys. She was in heaven!! I watched the entire offensive and defensive teams fuck Karen in every hole and in every position imaginable. Karen was covered in cum and hickeys from top to bottom. Watching the big black defensive linemen fuck Karen was incredible. When Reggie, the 300lb UCLA lineman, ass fucked Karen her little white body disappeared completely. How Karen’s cunt and ass stretched to accommodate such large cocks was awe inspiring for everyone watching. All the cum overflowing from her ass and cunt was pooling on our new carpet. It was a disgusting mess and I was in love with Karen from that moment. After the UCLA team was finished with her several of our own team fucked her. Karen seemed to be in a sexual daze and was smiling to herself all the time. If someone touched her knee, she spread her legs and if the touched her hip she rolled over and spread her ass-cheeks. She was on automatic. When everyone was finished with her Karen made coffee. The squelching noise she made when she walked was quite obscene. The UCLA team had gone and most of our frat house had wandered off to bed. They knew there’d be other opportunities to watch Karen being gang banged. Karen served coffee to the six guys still awake and then cleaned the cum off the carpet. After tidying up the room she asked Guy if anyone wanted to rest with her tonight or should she just go back to her dorm. Guy asked the other guys if anyone ‘wanted the slut for the night’, ‘She’s well lubricated’. Knowing there’d be plenty of other nights to fuck this slut everyone said no. I offered to drive her back to her dorm.

On the short drive back to Karen’s dorm I told her how much I enjoyed watching her fuck. Karen and I were both finishing University at the end of the year and coincidentally moving to California. After parking behind the dorm Karen and I fucked in the back of my car. The feeling of pushing my cock into her overflowing cunt was amazing. I’d fucked her many times before but this was the first time since I realized I loved her. For the last three months at NYU we were inseparable. I was always the last guy to fuck her after an orgy and drove her to her dorm if she wasn’t staying with some other guy or guys. I spent hours in my room, sometimes while Guy was fucking her, cataloguing her photos. She had kept a diary from her first day at NYU and whenever possible wrote down the guys’ names who’d fucked her. There were hundreds of names and on more then one occasion the name of a team, like the UCLA football team or KSU basketball team. The last week Karen was at NYU she spent at our frat house. She had graduated with honors in all her courses especially fucking. Karen lived in my room and was continually being fucked, both vaginally and anally, for the whole week in a farewell performance. Most of the guys from the different frat houses brought old photos of orgies with Karen and we tried to put them in chronological order. It was difficult for anyone to remember exact dates so we just put them in yearbooks. Karen wasn’t much help in dating the photos because she was usually so out of it at the orgies.

On the last night at NYU over forty guys fucked Karen. The finale was Karen lying on the floor with, ‘SLUT’ painted across her tits and ‘WHORE’ on her belly. One after the other the guys ejaculated over her until she was covered from eyebrows to toenails in cum. I took twenty photos at different times showing her body disappearing under the torrent of cum. These photos we pasted into her last yearbook. Karen and I were married six years ago and for most of the year, at least Monday to Friday, we lead ordinary respectable lives. On weekends, whenever possible, we drive hundreds of miles from Costa Mesa so that Karen can get gang banged by strangers. It’s the summer breaks from school that are the best. Four years ago after some careful planning on my part, Karen had her dream come true. Southern California is only a four-hour drive from Tijuana and the Mexican brothels. While I was down there on business I’d met one of the owners at a cantina. This guy, Peter, was an American and both tourists and locals used his brothel. The prices charged depended on the customer. Tourists were charged about $25 but for locals it was about $4. I told Peter about Karen and told him how she loved to be fucked and humiliated. I asked him if he’d be interested in having her work for him for a month over summer. Peter was interested but wary of some sort of trap. I showed Peter some of Karen’s photos I always carry and he agreed to hire her for a month on two conditions. Firstly, he could fuck when and where he liked and secondly, if she worked out he could extend her for another month.

I reluctantly agreed to his second condition. As I only had one month off work, I would have to leave Karen down here by herself for the second month, only seeing her weekends. Peter said Karen would be his major draw card because the Mexicans loved to fuck American women. She would be working out of his largest bedroom and both Peter and I could watch the action through a one way mirror. I told Karen we were going to Mexico for a month’s holiday and would get some new guys to fuck and abuse her. When we arrived in Tijuana I took her straight to Peter’s brothel. When Karen saw the brothel she knew straight away what I planned for her. I introduced her to Peter in the waiting area and I could almost see his cock harden through his jeans. He told her to remove her dress and show him what she had to offer. Karen undid the buttons of her summer dress and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of it and stood there in front of ten customers and four working girls in the just her brief thong panties. Peter told her to take them off and give them to him. He said if he hired her she wouldn’t need panties. My beautiful slut slid her panties off and tossed them to Peter. The blond hair on her cunt only accentuated her swollen pussy lips. Karen’s nipples were rock hard as she spun around giving everyone a good look at her body. Peter told Karen she kept half of all the money she earned but half of that was to be paid for room and board. When she was not with a customer she would share a dormitory with the other working girls. She could expect no special treatment. Karen was told to suck Peter’s cock and to swallow his cum. This she did willingly and expertly.  Peter then collected the $4 from each of the Mexicans waiting and we both watched as they gang banged Karen on the waiting room floor. Karen was in her element. She would be fucked dozens of times a day and have absolutely no control over who fucked her and what they did to her. Peter had complete control over my slut wife for at least the next month. I had no doubt that he would extend her for the extra month.

Peter wanted to use Karen in his advertising flyer’s and Karen had no objection. She wanted to be fucked as many times a humanly possible over the next month. Karen wasn’t aware that Peter could at his discretion, keep her for another month. My only concern with the flyer’s was that someone from So.Cal. may recognize her and report her to the school. Because Peter’s brothel was well used by tourists there was already a slight risk of that happening. Karen was unfazed by the chances of that but I insisted on some sort of disguise. We agreed that dyeing her hair black would change her looks enough to at least course some doubt. Within a week thousands of flyer’s were out advertising the new American whore at ‘Yankee Pete’s Bordello’. Whenever I walked down the street photos of my whore bride stared back at me from lampposts and walls. Peter’s business almost doubled over night. When word got around that the gringo slut didn’t want her men to use condoms business boomed.

In the first month Karen or Carina as she was known in Tijuana, spent only three nights in the dormitory. Only the fact that the Mexicans loved to ass-fuck as much as cunt-fuck stopped Karen from getting bedsores! For the first two weeks both Peter and I watched Karen perform through the mirror. She was averaging thirty men a day and at least four gang bangs a week. One of the house specials was gang bangs. Five or more men paid only three dollars each for locals or twenty dollars each for tourists. Karen was getting three local gang bangs and one tourist gang bang a week. One group of Australians gang banged my wife’s ass mercilessly for two hours. I watched as they tied her arms to the headboard and her feet to the bottom corner posts. One guy placed a pillow under her hips making her ass cheeks spread and one after the other the six guys pounded her still tight ass. I could see Karen having orgasm after orgasm as the men emptied their balls into her puckered hole. Karen was then untied and made to suck and lick clean the six cocks. Karen happily posed for photos with the guys before they left.

Over the month the best thing for me was watching my wife take on anyone and everyone. Most guys that have their wives fuck other men usually check out the guys first. While Karen worked at the bordello she had no right to say no. If the guy or guys had the money she had to fuck them. Karen was on the pill and kept taking it to avoid any unwanted pregnancy and to avoid having a period while she was working. Over the first month she was fucked at least a thousand times and never had to use lubricant. Karen has the wettest cunt known to man and the Mexicans seem to prefer fucking her while she had other mens’ cum leaking out. The last two weeks I only spent a couple of hours a day watching my wife being fucked.  If there was a particularly large gang bang planned or she wanted me to watch her do something different of course I’d stay. I’d watch her for a couple of hours in the morning and then go sightseeing with Peter. Karen didn’t know who was watching her through the window and was unable to here us talking, so she didn’t know when I was there.

When I told Karen that Peter was going to keep her for another month she was over the moon and kissed me for arranging such a great vacation. Karen wasn’t due back to school for another seven weeks and was hoping that Peter would keep her till then. She was less pleased when she realized that I wouldn’t be staying with her. I told her I would come down at least one day a weekend and she could tell me what she’d been doing. I also asked her to keep score so we could add to her yearbooks.  Karen stayed an extra six weeks and we estimated that in the ten weeks she’d been fucked eighteen hundred times. ‘Carina’ spends at least four weeks a year at Yankee Pete’s Bordello and if Peter needs her for a special occasion we go down for a weekend. Peter comes and stays with us in Costa Mesa and regularly fucks my wife. We both regard Peter as a close friend when he stays with us but when Karen works for him in Tijuana she’s just another working slut. Karen no longer dyes her hair when she works in Mexico and we’re both comfortable with the risks involved. So far only one person has recognized her and he’s the father of one of her students. He has as much to lose if he reveals our secret but to ensure his silence Karen lets him fuck her a couple of time a month. It’s great having such a slut for a wife.

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Like us, Jack and Doreen had decided to hold off on having kids for a while, especially as Jack got his new business started. Brad, my husband was a carpenter by trade, and it naturally worked into the two of them going into business. They now designed and made deluxe beautifully styled wooden lawn furniture. Jack more or less ran the business end of things, while Brad entertained himself with designing new pieces, or improving those they had already placed into production. You’d have thought they’d grow tired of working together, but inevitably, they’d end up out in Brad’s workshop most Saturday’s, tinkering around with a new product, spending a goodly portion of the day together amidst sawdust and varnish. But just as their friendship had bloomed, so had Doreen’s, and mine we were now virtually inseparable.

A year earlier Brad and I had put in a new hot tub, Jack and Brad had laid in the new beautiful redwood deck as well, and then just continued on with the project, building another out back of our friends place. Though our backyards were fenced of course with an eight-foot privacy fence, we had kept the two back yards between our homes together. That made it a lot easier for larger gatherings for one, with each of us invited to the others regardless of who was coming. In a way, we had seriously become family. And that made it a lot easier to hot tub as well, which we did often. We had let Jack and Doreen know that they could come over any time to use it, or entertain in it even if we weren’t there. Such was the level of trust and friendship we had all gained for one another. So when the time came to put the tub in, and when Brad announced it would be a “skins” only tub, neither Jack or Doreen had any qualms about doing that whatsoever.

I was surprised at how comfortable we all were when we got naked in front of one another for the first time. There was no real awkwardness associated with it aside from the initial embarrassment, but that soon melted away the more we got together. Just sitting in the tub late at night relaxing, having a few drinks and busily chatting away soon overcame whatever inhibitions about being naked in front of one another anyone of us might have had. I’d never really had nor entertained thoughts of being with another woman, though after the second night of sitting out in the hot tub together, Brad and I had enjoyed a rather wild passionate night together. Part of which had come out of our confessions at being aroused at the sight of our friends. Doreen had slightly larger breasts than my own, and had even confided to me a while back how sensitive her nipples were. Apparently she could just about climax simply by having them played with. Mine too were very sensitive, something that Brad certainly appreciated as just feeling his hands on me would very often arouse me to the point of uninhibited, wild abandoned sex, though normally, I would blush at the mere thought of anything outside of the norm.

Secretly, I had of course enjoyed and gotten admittedly aroused over seeing Jack naked too. And though I certainly hadn’t seen him in an aroused state, even flaccid, his penis looked to be more than adequate, and I had found myself wondering, even fantasizing about what it might look like when erect. Doreen had likewise confessed to me the same thing about Brad several days later as we sat over coffee discussing how much fun we had all had together, and how comfortable with our being nude in front of one another we had all become.

To pretend there wasn’t an air of sexual tension whenever we got together would be lying. There was, though so far we’d only suggestively flirted in front of one another, while all were present, and never done anything behind one another’s backs. Our friendship was too important and precious for any of us to even consider doing anything outside of that. But … we had the last time actually fucked in front of one another while out in the tub. It had been a very erotic and enjoyable evening for all of us. And though I still hadn’t seen Jack’s hard cock even in doing that, it was exciting enough to watch them doing it there in the water beside us as we did. We had later, discussed the possibility, though at the time I treated it as more fantasy of thought than anything really serious, each of us wondering what it might be like to extend that erotic naughty coupling we’d enjoyed together, into some mutual touching perhaps.

We’d discussed it, ended up getting aroused by it, and had fucked one another silly. But we hadn’t pursued it any further after that either. I had soon learned that Jack and Doreen had been having very similar thoughts and discussions, and it was slowly starting to look like that could become a very real possibility. The following weekend, we’d indeed taken it one more step, though not necessarily a big one. Though for me at the time, it was. I had never done or experienced anything like that before.

We had started out flirting, teasing one another just as we’d done before, but to my surprise, this time when the boys suggested we touch one another’s boobs, we actually did! I think the fact that we actually did surprised them both, and they then of course urged us to do more. But neither Doreen or I went beyond that, though we had in fact kissed, enjoyed the kissing along with some additional booby grabbing, much to Jack and Brad’s delight. That had led to Jack caressing my breasts to some extent, and Brad playing with Doreen’s. It was again all in fun, though it had left us all fully aroused and very excited, once again ending up with us all fucking in front of one another. And this time, I had finally seen Jack’s hard cock as he shoved it in and out of his wife, as she had turned around there in the hot-tub as he stood behind her fucking her doggy style. Needless to say, Brad soon urged me to do the same, which we did. Sitting there side by side with Doreen as she and I looked over at one another, occasionally even kissing while our husbands fucked us simultaneously together was one of the most erotic experiences of my entire life.

I was already looking forward to the following morning, Saturday, when as was usually the case, I’d end up spending the morning with Doreen over coffee. It was then that the two of us would usually compare notes, talk and candidly share what we were thinking with one another without much if any reservation in doing so.

“Cindy?” I heard my husband calling out to me. “You have any plans I’m not aware of for today?” he’d asked.

I knew where this was going, as was also usual, he was anxious to tinker around out in the shop. He’d recently been fooling around with a brand new design for a lounge chair, and Jack in fact had mentioned coming over the night before in helping him with it.

“Not until later on this evening,” I responded back,” Just the barbeque we spoke about having last night,” I reminded him. “You promised to pick up the steaks remember? Doreen and I are putting together the potato salad this morning to go with it. So as long as you’re still planning on doing that for me, I don’t really have anything else that needs doing.”

I could see the excitement in his eyes, it was evident he was anxious to get working on it, promising he’d pick up the steaks long before getting together. I had laughed, passing Jack on the way over to their house as he came out the back door of theirs heading over to join Brad out in the workshop. Doreen and I immediately got to work cutting up potatoes along with several other things, and then took a break, sitting down at her kitchen table in order to enjoy a cup of coffee together and have a bit of a chat.

“That was damn naughty fun last night wasn’t it?” Doreen began. “I don’t think that Jack and I have ever been that aroused, or as horny before,” she told me. I was surprised at her candid revelation, though Brad and I had pretty much said the same things ourselves. “In fact…” Doreen paused looking at me, and I could see she was trying to gage my reaction before speaking her thoughts. “Jack told me how erotic it would be to see Brad fucking me while he fucked you side by side the way we did it last night.” Doreen let that hang for a moment, waiting for my response. At first, I was caught a little off guard by it. Talking about it, even fantasizing about it was one thing, actually doing it … was another.

“Yeah, we’ve obviously discussed that a little too,” I told her without coming out and saying it was something we would do, or wouldn’t do. “But yes, it really was a rather naughty night wasn’t it?” I tossed back at her remembering the way her hands had felt on my breasts as she played with them, and the way mine had when I’d first touched hers.

“You ever done anything with another woman before?” She asked.

“No, not really, have you?”

Doreen laughed. “A couple of times yes. Once way back in high school, and another just before I met and married Jack. One of those girls night out things, not quite a bachelorette party really, as he hadn’t officially asked me to marry him yet, though I knew then he was soon going to. But I’d gone out with a group of friends, one of which was an old high school friend I hadn’t seen in years. I had always known of course that she had a thing for women, but she’d never approached me in all the time I had known her. Until that night.”

I was intrigued, admittedly getting a little aroused hearing this. “Go on … don’t leave me hanging!” I urged her, once again hearing her laugh and smile. She actually reached over, giving my breast a quick cop and a feel before standing up to pour us both some more coffee. I was pleasantly surprised to feel my nipple respond to her touch, quick as it was, and through the material of my bra when she did it. “You’re nasty you know that?” I teased her. Doreen looked over the rim of her glasses towards me as she poured our fresh coffee.

“If you only knew,” she half murmured, just loud enough that I overheard her.

“Knew what?” I asked taking the bait.

“Can you keep a secret?” she asked.

“Of course I can! But you of all people should know that!” I said honestly intrigued now.

Doreen studied me for a moment silently as though weighing if she should in fact share with me whatever secret it was. I could see however that whatever it was, she was worried about telling me. Obviously even as close as we were, she was unsure of my response, or how I might actually react to whatever it was.

“I enjoy being with women as much as I enjoy being with men,” she said softly, only then looking at me directly. “Though obviously, it’s not like I’m out there running around doing that or anything, especially since I haven’t been with another woman since Jack and I got married. But I certainly think about it, a lot. And then after last night, just touching you as briefly as I had, I knew then and there, I wanted to do more with you. A lot more! Does that shock you? Surprise you?” she asked.

It did, and I told her so. We were too good of friends for me not to. But I didn’t tell her in such a way as to have been offended by her revelation. For one thing, I had gotten pretty aroused myself when she had. Added to that, Brad had gotten obviously aroused as well, so much so that we had not only fucked outside in the hot-tub next to our friends, but had done so again after going into the house to bed. We had a pretty good sex-life, always had had, but it was still rare that Brad ever got it up more than once during the same night.

“So that it does surprise me a little on the one hand,” I then began offering, “It doesn’t really surprise me all that much on the other, after all, I was certainly aroused myself as you well knew Doreen. And I will honestly admit, I enjoyed playing with you too,” I told her. She smiled at that, obviously relieved.

“I hoped that you were,” she told me. “Touching you, kissing you, turned both Jack and I on tremendously too,” she informed me. “Even after we went back inside the house, Jack attacked me again even before we got upstairs to the bedroom!”

I laughed at that, sharing with her our very similar experience. “Obviously, seeing the two of us doing even the little we did do had quite an impact on the boys didn’t it?”

“Obviously,” Doreen said smiling back at me. “And not only that, but Jack really was horny just thinking about Brad’s hard stiff cock fucking me too, and he you as well,” she then added. “One of my biggest fantasies in fact, and Jack’s, is to have another man fucking me from behind while he goes down on me at the same time.”

“Holy shit! Seriously? He’d do that?” I said in surprised wonder. She’d just painted a very vivid image in my own head, wondering what that would actually feel like, let alone look like. But I couldn’t imagine for a moment Brad doing something like that himself. Doing the fucking maybe, but certainly not the pussy licking with another man’s cock in such close proximity.

“Yeah, he would,” Doreen said seriously once again. “Jack’s not at all homophobic, he’s in fact admitted to me on more than one occasion that he enjoys seeing other men’s cocks squirt, things like that. And that as a young boy, he had in fact had a few encounters with other guys his age, circle jerks, things like that.”

I couldn’t remember Brad saying anything one way or the other that would indicate his thoughts on that either way. I knew he in fact worked with one guy who was actually gay, and said he really like the guy, that he was a natural with woodworking and had hired him on. But beyond that, he hadn’t mentioned or said another thing about it. And we’d certainly seen more than one x-rated movie together, and I had recalled him asking me if I liked the way one guys cock looked as opposed to someone else’s, but I’d always assumed he was just trying to get me to express myself openly to him, getting me even hotter than I already was, which it had. Still, there really hadn’t been anything said one way or the other that might lead me to believe he’d still be ok with doing something like that himself.

“Anyway,” Doreen went on standing up. “I enjoyed last night, and I’d enjoy doing that again, and even more if you and Brad would be ok with that,” she now openly confessed laughing. “Even Brad told me to go for it afterwards,” she said which did surprise me.

“Brad told you to go for it?”

“Yeah, he did,” Doreen chuckled walking over to stand in front of me. I looked down just as my dear friends hands came up, resting easily, lightly upon my breasts. At first I didn’t know what to think, or even how to react, so I basically did nothing, which Doreen took as a sign to continue. She began to softly caress me then, even beginning to undo the buttons on my blouse, which I allowed her to do as she opened it. And even though I still had my bra on, the touch of her hands through it had rapidly hardened my nipples, enough so that they soon pressed fully, quite needfully through the material of my bra. I felt light headed as she thumbed them, teasing each, soon after lifting my own hands and then placing them on hers as well. We stood there, caressing and touching one another, the heat and moisture between my legs swiftly coming to a boil. I began to wonder where all this was heading, if I’d even allow it to head there, when the phone rang, giving me a much needed breather to think all this through.

But the reality was, my panties were now soaked, seriously so. And I made a hand signal to Doreen as she stood talking on the phone to her sister that I was heading back over to the house, but would be right back. I didn’t tell her the reason why, or that I needed to change my panties, which I seriously needed to do. But I was also semi-grateful for the “cool down” opportunity, which had presented itself in order to have a moment to think about what had just happened between us.

Doreen nodded her head knowingly, and apologetically for needing to talk to her sister who had called her at such an inopportune time. Just before l walked out the back door heading home, I saw Doreen undo the last remaining buttons on her blouse, taking it off as she talked, wondering as I saw her do that what she might be expecting, even wanting after I had returned.

Normally, it was a pretty straight shot across the yard door to door. Brad’s small little workshop had been set up off in the far corner of the yard, far enough away from the house that it wasn’t too noisy whenever he was outside working for me to hear him. And in doing it that way, it hadn’t at all detracted from the deck or any of the other landscaping either, something I had insisted on. I couldn’t hear either the sander or the power saw being used, and decided to take a quick side trip, check on how the boys were doing with their latest project before heading back inside the house in order to change my now very wet panties. My nipples still tingling with excitement from recently having felt Doreen’s hands playing with them. To be honest, I think I was just trying to give myself some time to think about what had just happened, and what I was honestly dealing with here. Arousal yes, but confusion too. Doreen was after all my best friend, and Jack now Brads. The last thing I wanted to do, attracted or not, was fuck up our friendship. I needed time to think.

I crossed the yard, heading towards Brad’s workshop. Passing along side of the building, I happened to glance into the small window just before reaching the door. I nearly tripped over myself when I did, glancing, and then more purposely looking in. At first my eyes refused to believe what they were seeing, and I even tried to convince myself that they weren’t. And then I looked again and stood there with my mouth agape at what I saw.

Initially, it looked as though the two of them were just standing there talking with one another. But I realized upon seeing them, that didn’t look exactly right either. They were standing awfully damn close together if they were. And then I saw movement, just enough to refocus my eyes in that direction. Even then, it took a moment more for me to accept what I saw was in fact what I was standing there watching! Each had the other’s cock in their hand, and was standing there jerking one another off!

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. There was no doubt about it either, and though I had quickly ducked down beneath the window, I had slowly stood once again, this time being even more careful before looking in. Sure enough, they really were. The expression on my husband’s face was simply put, orgasmic. It was evident he was enjoying Jack’s hand on his dick as he stood there fondling it. And likewise, Jack too held a lusty pleasure in it, my husband’s hand obviously working his shaft in much the same way. I ducked down, and then walked back across the yard back into Doreen’s house.

My heart was beating wildly. I had been confused enough as it was before, and I was even more so now. The emotions that were swirling around inside my head had made me dizzy, so much so that I actually thought I might collapse. I felt a twinge of what…”Jealousy?” I wondered, and then shook that off. I wasn’t really jealous, not really … more like in shock. The thought of Brad of all people being fondled by another man wasn’t something I would have ever imagined in a million years. I entered our friend’s house, Doreen just then remerging into the kitchen from having come from upstairs. She had changed shirts, instead of the blouse she’d been wearing, she now had on a tight fighting light blue tee shirt, and she was obviously no longer wearing a bra. Stenciled lettering across the front read, “These tits are his.” Her twin hard little points were almost obscenely pressing against the front of her shirt, and though my eyes found them immediately, I looked up at her face. My expression showing her when I did, that I was indeed in somewhat of a state of shock.

“Cindy? What’s wrong?”

I was seriously at a loss for words, and I basically collapsed down into the kitchen chair I’d been standing there holding onto.

“Cindy?” she said again, now worriedly so.

“The boys…” I barely managed trying to catch my breath not to mention my thoughts.

“What about them? Is something wrong? Something happen?” she now asked with a great deal of fear and concern in her tone of voice.

“Nothing wrong,” I managed then seeing the relief in her eyes when I said that. “But they were … they were…”

“What?” They were what?”

I looked at her and simply blurted it out. “They were standing there jerking one another off!”

She laughed, “What?”

That’s when I stood up, finding my legs again. “Follow me,” I said simply, and then headed back outside the house, Doreen following behind me. I reached the side of the shop in seconds, and then stood, once again ducking beneath the window, motioning for Doreen to do the same. She hesitated only for a moment, and then did so. The two of us now crouched down beneath the window.

“Just peek over the edge,” I cautioned her. “Maybe they’re still doing it,” It had been less than a minute or two since all this had happened, so maybe they still were. As she stood up, I did, each of us looking inside, literally just in time as we did so.

We were just in time to see my husband’s prick exploding. Neither one of them looking our way, too engrossed in one another to be too terribly worried about that. And though Brad no longer held Jack’s cock, his was still poking straight out of his pants as he had turned off to one side, his hand however still jacking my husband’s prick as Doreen and I stood there watching it spurt. Ribbon after ribbon of his spunk leaping from his prick, landing within the sawdust covered floor of the shop as the two of them stood there watching it.

“Holy fuck shit!” Doreen moaned. I glanced over at her, wondering if she was as shocked in seeing this as I was … and then was surprised again as she lowered her hand down between her legs, between the Kulots she was wearing. I stood there watching her hand as it slipped up between her legs, Doreen actually now standing there fingering herself openly. I looked back inside the window, Jack was just then giving my husband’s prick a final little sperm shake. Having done that, Brad once again reached over, taking Jack’s prick in hand, and now began pumping it just as furiously as Jack had been doing to his. To my own amazement, I found myself erotically charged, suddenly aroused at actually seeing this, though I was still a bit dazed by all of it. But with Doreen having thrown caution to the wind now entirely, she’d even gone so far as to lift her tee shirt up and over her breasts. In exposing them, one hand playing with and pulling on one of her gorgeous pink nipples, the other still obviously buried between her legs, I could now hear in addition to everything else, the wet slippery sounds that her fingers were making as she fucked herself with them.

“Fuck!” I now moaned openly, my own sudden arousal consuming me. Whatever emotions, fears, anxiety or concerns I might have had earlier at seeing this, had suddenly evaporated. Now … the realization my husband, and Doreen’s had felt comfortable enough to even do this much had seized me like a vice around my clit. I too began rubbing myself, unbuttoning my shorts, my hand quickly slipping beneath the waistband of my thoroughly now soaked panties, which had I changed, would have been even wetter now than before. It was only a few brief moments longer when Jack’s cock suddenly began discharging his spunk. And as he had done to Brad, so now did Brad do for Jack. Aiming his prick downwards, Doreen and I both stood there watching, fingering ourselves as Jack’s prick suddenly lurched, he … tossing his head back in obvious ecstasy though neither of us could hear him. And just as Brad had done, Jack too now shot wad after wad of his white sticky cream into the sawdust of the floor in the workshop.

“Come on,” Doreen whispered once again ducking down, and then ran across the yard back into her house with me following closely behind. The moment we got inside, Doreen turned to me, grinning from ear to ear. “Was that the fucking hottest thing you’ve ever seen before?” she asked.

Admittedly, it had been. But with the rush of excitement gradually diminishing, so too did the previous thoughts I’d had begin to return.

“Should we say anything?” I asked. Doreen could see the look on my face was one of worry, even fear about all this rather than excitement which I had clearly shown only moments ago.

“Why?” She asked. “Are you upset? Angry? Is what we saw them doing upsetting to you?”

“I don’t know,” I said truthfully. On the one hand, I sort of was. On the other however, I had found it highly erotic, admittedly. I mean after all, I had stood there fingering myself alongside Doreen while she did, each of us watching our husband’s jerking one another off! “No … not really I guess,” I then added. “Just surprised is all. Never in a million years would I ever think Brad would actually do something like that, I mean he’s never even hinted or mentioned the fact he might be interested or aroused by doing something like that before now.”

“Sounds like the two of you need to talk about this,” Doreen told me, though she again smiled. “And I will say this, because I DO know and trust Jack, I know that he certainly will. Maybe not today, or even tonight, but I know that he will. And because he will, I’m willing to bet, he’s already telling Brad even as we speak, that he should probably tell you about it too.”

“Really? You think he will?” I asked. And suddenly for some odd reason, I actually felt better about that.

“Trust me … he will,” Doreen encouraged me. “But … until he does, you need to make me a promise,” she then ventured. “Don’t approach him about it first, let him come to you about it. And … I also think there’s a way we can make it a hell of a lot easier for them both to do so.”

“How?” I wondered.

“Tonight, after the barbeque, after we’ve all had a chance to relax and digest our food … you and I are going to put on a little show for the boys.”

“We are?”

“Oh yes honey … we are. We are indeed!”

As promised Brad picked up some delicious steaks along with a couple of bottles of really nice wine. We as usual had enjoyed a really nice dinner together outside on one of the picnic tables that Brad and Jack had made. As we sat digesting our food, opening the second bottle of wine, my mind was already spinning in wonder at what Doreen had mentioned earlier. She hadn’t really gone into specifics, telling me only that she had something in mind, and told me to follow her lead when she felt it was the best time to tease them a little.

Doreen was still wearing her “These tits are his” tee shirt, which Jack had noticed early on, coming up to her, placing his hands squarely around her boobs when he did. He had smiled at the two of us as he stood fondling his wife’s breasts. “My favorite tee shirt!” he announced jovially, even going so far as to lift the front of it, baring them briefly, teasingly as he did so before Doreen had slapped his hands away.

“Not at the moment they’re not,” she laughed, half seriously.

We had cleared away the dishes, the guys sitting out on the patio discussing one of the new lounge chair designs. Doreen walked over to me with a black erasable marker. “X out the word his on my shirt,” she told me. “And then write the word hers on it instead.”

I looked quizzically towards her, but took the pen and did as she’d asked me to do. “Now what?”

“As soon as they even notice the change, that’ll be our cue,” she told me. “That’s when you come over, lift up my blouse, and start playing with my tits.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously. After a few moments of that, expect me to start doing the same thing for you too.”

“Ok, then what?”

“Just go with the flow,” Doreen said her eyes suddenly looking sultry as she smiled at me. “Just pretend that they’re not even there,” she then added. “Let’s see how far we can actually take this, and see if we’ll get them to fess up about this morning’s activity out in the shop. I’m sure if we tease them enough, and imply that we might do more than just titty-tease one another, if they’re willing to do something for us too, we might just get them to spill everything.”

I wasn’t honestly sure that would really work, but it was worth a try. And surprisingly, the thought of Doreen playing with my breasts again, and me hers while the guys watched, not at all expecting us to do so, was rather arousing as I stood there thinking about it.

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Erin looked out at the women in attendance, feeling so guilty and undeserving of accepting this position in the women’s group.  This position was on that was conveyed upon the woman signifying the ‘Woman of the Year’ for the group, one that exemplified a woman of him integrity and morals.  Here she was standing up at the podium, portraying herself as that significant role model, knowing that the women now looking up to her would be absolute shocked if they knew the truth.

Indeed, the women in this community would be totally shocked and not believe that their new leader could have behaved in such a depraved and despicable manner that began two nights earlier and ended just an hour ago.  It was a night that she had driven her husband to the airport to catch his flight out of town for a business conference.  In fact, after this luncheon was over, Erin was to head on back to the airport to pick her husband back up when his return flight arrived.

With her son sleeping over at a friend’s place over the weekend, Erin had no one expecting her at home and her husband had advised her he would not be calling her that night since he’d be checking into the hotel late.  Exiting the airport terminal, Erin pulled off onto a side street and got her cell phone out of her purse, then searched for the piece of paper in her wallet.  It was a small piece of paper that she had thought of many times, at times she had even thrown it the trash, only to retrieve it later before the trash was taken out.

Nervously, Erin looked at the phone number written on the slip of paper, then punched the numbers into her cell phone.  Hearing the phone ring, she shuddered at the thought of what she was doing and was about to disconnect the call when she heard that familiar male voice on the other end.  Panting for breath, Erin was going to hang up without saying anything, then drive herself on home.  Then a shiver of fear coursed through her body as she heard the voice on the line say “Hello, Mrs. Winters!  I know its you!  I’ve got the newest features with Caller I.D., sweetie!  Finally making use of the number I gave you, huh, bitch!  In the mood for some good luving, Mrs. Winters?  Where’s hubby, sweetie?”

“Y …..ye ……….yes!” Erin stammered in a whisper into the phone.  “My …………my husband …………….I ……………I just dropped him off at the airport!” she advised in resignation.  “Please ………………….I …………………..I need …………………I need to see you again!  Pleaseeee!” she begged.  “Please ………………please ……………I ………………….I need it so bad!” she sobbed into the phone.  She breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing “Okay, bitch!  I’m having a beer a Joe’s Bar & Grill on the corner of Folsom and Carson!  Rent a room at the motel next door, then come and find me!”

Making the drive over to the rather seedy side of town, Erin could not stop the constant clenching and unclenching of her thighs, desperately trying to extinguish the itch between them.  She double checked her doors, making sure they were locked as she was felt quite nervous in being in this unsavory part of town at night.  Then she saw the neon sign that read ‘Joe’s Bar & Grill’, followed by the next sign that gave her a shiver as it read ‘No-Tell Motel’!

Looking about the parking lot of the motel, Erin certainly did not want anyone she knew to see her or her car in such an unsavory place. Thinking of the worst, she then parked her car in a spot not visible from the street.  Quickly and nervously, Erin made her way into front entrance of the seedy motel to get a room, paying cash as she did not want any paper trail of her indiscretion.

With the room key in her purse, Erin looked about from inside the motel before stepping out.  Then she quickly made her way to the back entrance of Joe’s Bar & Grill.  Just as she reached for the door, a roar of an airliner overhead blocked out all the noise from the surrounding area. Her heart pounding with her hand on the door handle, Erin realized that this was her last chance to turn away and head on home.  As the roar of the plane above abated, Erin opened the doorway to depravity, just as her husband’s plane departed overhead.

Opening the door, Erin shuddered with her sharp breath intake as she viewed the unsightly bar that was littered with empty beer bottles and rather unsavory characters.  She felt so over-dressed, having going out to dinner with her husband before taking him to the airport, knowing that everyone knew that she did not belong in a place such as this.  She felt so conspicuous as all heads turned to look at her upon her entrance.  She noticed that there were no other women in this establishment, only grimy and unsavory characters that made her shudder in revulsion.

Slowly Erin made her way in the dimly lit bar, nervously peering into each booth as her heart pounded in her chest.  Then as she turned the corner, Erin saw the widely grinning face and a shudder of regret coursed through her body.  She felt so embarrassed, knowing that all eyes in the bar were focused intently upon her as she slid herself into the booth across from the confident teen.  She took the glass of beer that Leon had waiting for her on the table.

Leon grinned widely as everyone in the bar knew that he was really the ‘man’ that evening.  He always came to this bar as he had managed to get in with his fake identification over a year ago and since then they never checked again.  Following the phone call, he had bragged to the guys in the bar that a classy white chick was coming to see him for some ‘black luving’.  He knew the guys in the bar were in total awe of the sexy beauty that had come in to see him, wondering just why a beautiful matured and obviously married white beauty would seek the likes of someone like him.

In fact, he had bartered the beautiful bitch’s ass before she had arrived at the bar, announcing that the first guy to come up with two hundred bucks would be the first to score with her.  From then on he told the guys “It’ll be a hundred bucks for sloppy seconds!”  He wasn’t surprised that all the guys just laughed at his proposal, figuring that he would not be able to produce a classy babe the likes that he was describing to them.

Just a couple of minutes had gone by since Erin was seated in the booth when a tall hulking man appeared at the booth, throwing down two $100 bills onto the table in front of Leon.  “Move on in, Mrs. Winters!  Make room for Trucker Tom here!” Erin heard Leon order her.  Obeying nervously, she slid inside the booth as far as she could till her shoulder met the wall.  She shuddered as the burly man sat down next to her, sliding in till he was brushing up against her.  She gasped and looked at Leon in horror as she felt the large grubby hand placing itself upon her thigh.

“L ……..Leon!” Erin blurted out, staring wide-eyed at the teen across from her, feeling the grubby paw now below the edge of her dress and caressing her bare thigh.  Putting her hand on the large exploring paw, she desperately tried to push it away without any success.  Tears in her eyes, biting her bottom lip, Erin now had her two hands on the wrist of the man pawing at her.  “Please …………I …………….I want to leave!” she sobbed in a whisper, not wanting others in the bar to see her being touched in such an intimate manner.

“What’s the matter, little lady?  I done and paid Leroy for first dibs on ya!  I’m entitled to feeling up the merchandise that cost me two hundreds bucks for!  Oh, baby, you and I are gonna make some sweet music together!” he laughed in his gruff voice.  Slipping his hand under the hem of her dress, he laughed at the feel of her shivering in fear. “Your hubby know you come into such a sleazy bar looking for a young black stud, sweetie?” he laughed.

“Please ………………please …………………I ………..I want to leave!  Let me out ………….please!  I ……….I want to go home!” she sobbed.  But then the teen across from her laid it all out for her “Mrs. Winters, ya ain’t leav’n till I say ya can leave!  After all, ya called me!  Trucker Tom’s paid a good bundle of bucks for yer company so be nice to him!  ‘Real’ ……nice to him!”

Erin was in total disbelief at this point, realizing how drastic a mistake she had made.  Her husband now up in the air to a far away destination, her son not expecting her home, yet now she was being groped by a burly trucker in a sleazy bar.   She had gone against all her rational thoughts just to satisfy her sexual needs, which now put her in this awful predicament.  The deviant teen that she had come to see was telling her that he had actually ‘sold’ her to this big burly trucker.

Looking at the smiling young teen, Erin blurted out “You …………..you’re crazy if ……………if you think I’ll do such a thing!  You …………….you can’t …………sell me!  I …………I’m not a ……………..a prostitute!”  She shuddered as the exploring hand was now forcing its way higher up under her dress, edging its way towards her panties.

“Quit resisting my friend here, Mrs. Winters!  He just paid me two-hundred bucks for yer sweet tender pussy!  Ya don’t want me to get pissed with ya, do ya, Mrs. Winters!  Take a look around the bar, bitch!  Ya don’t do as I tell ya and I’ll hold ya down on this here table and invite every guy here to have a turn with ya!” Leon threatened.  He grinned as he watched her turn to look about the bar as he had told her, then saw her blink back the tears of shame.  He watched as she closed her eyes then saw her body shudder as she stopped resisting the trucker beside her, know that she was now feeling Tom’s hand on her panties.

Reaching over the booth, Leon snatched up the purse and opened it. Searching inside the purse, he smiled as he found the item he was looking for, then held up the motel room key.  He then slid it over to the big burly trucker, telling him “Why don’t ya escort the pretty little lady to her room?  Ya bought yourself an hour and fifteen minutes with the pretty little lady, then I’ll expect ya back here with the room key!  Don’t be late or ya’ll owe me another hundred or get a shiv up yer gut!”

Looking at the frightened beauty, Leon advised “When Tom’s time’s up, bitch, take a quick shower and get dressed in fifteen minutes cause that’s when yer next customer will be arriving!  These guys jest luv having a prime piece of ass strip fer them some might want to help ya! I’ve got yer purse and car keys here so don’t even think of running out on me, bitch!”

With the big burly trucker’s hand firmly gripping her right elbow, Erin was literally pulled out of the booth.  Blinking back the tears, she had no choice but to follow this man as he led her out of the bar.  She was so embarrassed and humiliated as the trucker held up the motel key in his free hand and waved it to the guys in the bar.  Erin shivered in embarrassment as a roar from the crowd erupted with vulgar cheers.

Minutes later, Erin was in the motel room that she had rented, only now she had Trucker Tom leering at her as she reached behind her neck to unhook the top of her blue dress.  She knew now that making the phone call to Leon would be the worst decision in her life, wondering just how many men she would have venting their lust into her body.  ‘Oh, God …………why ……………why didn’t go straight home after dropping Ted off at the airport?  Ted …………..Ted …………..I’m so sorry!’ she said to herself as she eased her dress from her shoulders.

Seeing that this lovely woman was obviously not a common streetwalker, Trucker Tom as he was called loved the feel of her shuddering body as he moved up behind her, touching her soft flawless shoulders.  Pushing the straps of her bra over her shoulders, he bent over to nuzzle at her neck, feeling her shiver in response.  With that large diamond sparkling on her finger, along with her wedding band, he knew that she was a married woman and wondered just why some beauty would be on the cunt market.

Letting his arms slide around her petite body, Tom cupped her well-filled lacy bra, thumbing the tips till the nubs began to harden under his intimate touch.  “What’s a beautiful young wife doing stepping out on her husband, huh?  Coming out to a raunchy joint where no decent woman would venture!  Coming to see a black boy on top of that!  You must really want it bad, huh, Mrs. Winters!”

“Please ……………please …………….I ……………I don’t want this!” Erin sobbed, shivering from the unwanted stimulation caused by the thick thumbs flicking at her nipples through her thin lacy bra.  But the stimulation now had her squirming back against the burly trucker, causing her to close her eyes and moan “Ohhhhhhh …………ohhhhhhhh ………ahhhh!”  “Ohhhh ……….ohhhhh, God …………..ahhhhh!” she moaned loudly as her breasts were now being cupped by the rough callused hands.

Before Erin knew it, her lacy bra had been removed and was lying on the motel room floor and the trucker was now before her, slobbering at her stiff tender nipples.  She shuddered from the mouthing of her breasts, feeling her panties being dragged down over her trim hips.  Then the slobbering at her breasts stopped as the man dropped to his knees before her.  “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh ………………..oh, God ……………ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she groaned loudly as the depraved man nuzzled his face into her sex, his tongue sliding into her now oozing slit.

High up in the air and now far from home, Ted Wilson leaned back in his seat on the plane.  He thought of how his lovely wife had changed in the past months, looking sexier than ever and now enticing him to have sex with her.  Throughout their married life together, he always had to be the one to initiate things and it seemed that she merely gave in to please him.  He was so glad that Erin was now coming out of her shell and actually wanting sex.

Now Erin seemed insatiable to him, craving sex, humping back wildly as he thrust himself into her.  Ted felt a bit guilty over his performance last night, petering out so quickly when Erin wrapped her sexy legs around him.  With her legs wrapped tightly around his ass, squeezing him to her, he lost it when she had chanted out “Oh, Ted ………..fuck me ……………fuck me ……………..fuck me like a whore!”  He had spurted his load immediately, not bringing her even close to her climax.  He felt so guilty in having satisfied himself so quickly when Erin moaned “No ………….no, Ted ………..no ………………….not …………….not so sooooooooon!”

‘Gosh, I’ve always been able to please Erin before!  Man, I can’t believe how quickly I came!  It was so fucking exciting the way she wrapped her sexy legs around me and begged me to fuck her!  Damn, it was like I was fucking someone else, like how I always wanted a hot woman responding to me when I fucked her good!  If only I managed to last a bit longer and satisfied her in the process!  Well, think I’ll surprise her with a dozen roses after I get back on Sunday!’ he thought.

Ted thoughts remained on his beautiful wife, wishing that he could be with her at that very moment, making love to her and this time lasting long enough to bring her off.  He recalled how lovely she looked that evening when they went to the restaurant, dressed in her royal blue dress and white heels.  He was so happy to have such an attractive and intelligent wife, proud of her accomplishments and the fact that she was about to become president of the Women’s League in their community.  She was such a faithful wife, so different from other wives that cheated on their husbands.

He thought of his good friend at work who had just gone through a divorce, having caught his wife in bed with his best friend.  Ted laughed as he thought of his golfing buddy, who caught his wife getting more than tennis lessons from the club pro.  Then he thought to himself ‘Gosh, with Erin so hot and horny these days, maybe she’ll finally give in and let me go down on her!  God, I’d like to stick my tongue up her juice slit and hear her moan when I tongue her clit and make her cream in my mouth!  Sure wish Erin would let herself go wild and scream but she always tries to remain so prim and proper in our lovemaking!’

At that very moment in Room 8 of the No-Tel Motel, if Ted Winters could have peeked into the room, he would have had a heart attack.  There, his wife’s expensive blue dress lay in a crumpled heap on the dirty motel room’s floor.  His loving and ‘faithful’ wife was now clad only in her white heels with her lacy baby blue panties lying uselessly at her feet.  But Ted would have seen that his wish did come true in seeing his beautiful wife really letting herself go, her trim fingers wrapped in a burly trucker’s long greasy hair as she screamed loudly “Oh, God ……………….oh, Godddddd …………………..eat me ………………..eat meeeeeee!  Oh, Godddddddd ……………….I ………………I ……………I’m ……………cumingggggggggg!”

Half way through his flight, Ted Winters relaxed with his eyes closed, seeing the image of his lovely wife in his mind.  ‘Gosh, I’m so lucky to have married such a beautiful woman!  Such a good mother and loving wife!  I know she’d never cheat on me but it sure is exciting in picturing another man making a play for her.  I bet she’d slap anyone who attempted to get fresh with her!’ he told himself, as his fantasy continued in now picturing his lovely wife naked and in bed with a strange man.

Ted Winters would not have to fantasize of his lovely wife had he been lucky enough to see into Room 8 of the No-Tel Motel.  Should he have been able to see what was taking place in the motel room at that very second, he would have had the shock of his life.  On the creaky motel room bed, his lovely wife’s petite body was covered by that of a big burly trucker, her trim arms and legs encircling the big man.  It would have been quite a sight to see her sexy body, clad only in her 3″ white heels with her baby blue panties waving about as it had gotten caught on her right heel.

With his lovely wife being more free and expressive of herself in their lovemaking, Ted loved it when Erin moaned when he would enter her and thrust into her.  ‘I wonder if she’ll ever be able to just let herself go entirely?  Nah, with her conservative and Christian upbringing, that would certainly be out of character for Erin!’ he told himself.  On this point, Ted could never be so wrong, not if he could hear his beautiful wife at that very moment.  “Oh, Goddddd …………..it’s so thick ………………..ohhhhhhhhhh ……….fuck me!  Fuck meeeeeeeee!  Fuck the slutty whore that you paid $200 for!  Oh, yes ………..deeper …………..deeper!  Oh, God ………..ahhhhh …………ohhhhhhhh!” his lovely wife was chanting to the man who had paid for her services.

Five hours later, having showered after the last paying customer had departed, Erin was again fully clothed as her young pimp entered the motel room.  She moaned as he nuzzled the back of her neck, his arms encircling her body as his hands cupped her breasts.  “You’re my whore now, Mrs. Winters!  You belong to me!  Tell me what ya want me to do to ya, Mrs. Winters!” Leon advised, feeling her nipples harden under her dress and bra.

“Oh, Leon ………….please ……………….please ………….treat me like your whore!  Fuck me …………please ……………fuck me …………….I want your big black cock in me!  I’m your whore ……………..I’ll …………..I’ll do anything you want …………..I’ll sell myself to please you!  Please ……………please ………….fuck me …………..fuck me!” she moaned.  “Oh, yesssssss ………………touch me ………….ohhhhhhhhhh …………….yesssssssss!” she swooned as Leon’s hand had drawn up her dress and was fingering her through her lacy blue panties.

“God, yer sopping wet bitch!  Yer panties soaking with cum, Mrs. Winters!  I read the newspaper the other day and saw yer picture in there.  Says yer gonna become the president of the women’s club!  Wonder what they would all say if they could see their goody-goody leader now, having taken on five paying strangers and now letting a black boy feel ya up?” Leon whispered in her ear.  Pushing her panties over her trim hips, the panties fell to her heels as Leon slipped his fingers into her mushy slit.

“Oh, Leon …………….oh, yes …………..touch me …………….finger me …………oh, yesssssssssss!” Erin moaned, shivering at Leon’s expert touch.  She closed her thighs to capture his teasing hand, her thighs muscles squeezing together as she felt thick oozing cum begin to leak out of her.  “Oh, Leon …………………Leon …………………oh ……………….ohhhhhhhhh ……………I …………………….I’m cummingggggggg!” she groaned as thick cum poured out of her, drooling down her thighs with blobs of sticky goo dripping directly onto her fallen panties.

Withdrawing his teasing fingers, Leon held them up and muttered “God, yer jest full of smelly cum, Mrs. Winters!  I ain’t sticking my cock into a mess like this!  I ain’t into sloppy seconds, bitch!  Let’s get a beer before the bar closes, then ya can drive us home so ya can douche out all that smell spunk!  Christ, look at ya! Yer a filthy whore with cum running down yer legs!”  As the beauty bent down to draw up her panties, Leon advised “Uh-uh, strip off yer panties!  I want my fuck’n whore going into the bar with cum drooling down her sexy legs!”

Erin stepped out of her panties without any argument, wanting to please him in his demands.  Her lacy blue panties were sopping wet with blobs of thick cum soiling them.  She balled them up and put the sticky garment into her purse as the young teen escorted her back to the bar. Blinking back the tears, squeezing her cunt muscles, Erin truly felt like a two-bit whore as more thick cum escaped her cuntlips and began to ooze down her thighs.

Finally, an hour later, Erin was in her bathroom douching out her flooded cunt.  She looked down into the toilet water, amazed at how much of the thick grayish spunk had been shot into her body.  Finally, cleansed of the slimy filth, she donned a sheer white negligee before entering the bedroom where her teen lover awaited.

Throughout the night, the headboard of the Winters’ king-sized bed thumped against the wall time and time again.  Had Ted Winters been home, he would have gotten his wish in hearing his lovely wife let herself go, shouting “Oh, Leon ………………oh, lover ……….yesssssss …………………fuck me ……………….fuck me harddddddd!  Ohhhh, your cock is so long …………..soooo big ……………..ohhhhhhhhhhh, Godddddd ……………yesssssssssssss!”

However, Ted Winters would have been dismayed to hear his lovely wife respond to her teen lover’s demand to ‘compare me to yer husband’.  “Oh, Leon …………..you’re so much bigger …………………so much longer ………………….so much better than my husband!  Fuck me ………………..fuck meeeee ………………..harder …………harder ……………..yes …………………..yesssssssssssssss!”

Then the beautiful Mrs. Winters was begging her teen lover “Yes, Leon ……………yes …………….give me your spunk ……………….shoot it in me ………………squirt your hot jizz in me ………………..sperm me!  Knock your whore up …………………knock your slutty whore up with your black baby!”  It was quite a sight of the contrasting figures, a wife’s sexy white body covered by her muscular black teen lover with her trim white arms and legs wrapped tightly around the black teen.

With her husband away on business and son sleeping at a friend’s for the weekend, the lovely Mrs. Erin Winters kicked the sheet off her body, then turned to see the prone body next to her.  Hungry for breakfast, she leaned over to grasp the soft meaty sausage, then bent over to run the tip of her pointed tongue up its length.

Taking time out for meals only, the Winters’ bed remained in constant use throughout the entire Saturday.  At 8 p.m. the phone rang as Erin put her finger up to her lips, indicating for Leon to be quiet. Crawling upon the cum-stained sheets, she saw the Caller I.D. indicating that it was Ted calling on his cell phone.  Reaching for the phone, she answered “Hi, honey!  How …………how was your trip?” she asked in a stammer as hands were now caressing her soft asscheeks.

“Fine ………………I’m fine, honey!” she replied, shivering as the teen’s head slid under her, nuzzling at her well fucked cunt.   Listening to her husband on the line, Erin covered the mouthpiece and shuddered as she emitted a moan of pleasure, feeling the teen’s exploring tongue slither up between her cuntlips.  It was such a wicked sensation to be talking to her husband on the phone as this black teen had his face buried in her crotch.  With her husband still talking to her, Erin kept her hand over the mouthpiece to stifle her moan as her body shuddered in a mind-shattering orgasm.

Her husband was excited over a business deal as Erin tried to pay attention to what he was telling her.  Trying to regain her senses, she felt the teen scoot out from under her, then felt his hands again caress her hips.  Hand still over the mouthpiece, she panted in fear, shivering as she felt his thick cockhead nuzzling up against her wet slit.  “Oh, that’s nice, honey!” she said into the phone, feeling so wicked as she chatted to her husband on the phone while the teenager’s thick cock entered her.  She shivered at the thick throbbing shaft slowly but easily pushed itself deep into her.

It was an exciting thrill for Leon as he began fucking the beautiful wife as she talked to her husband on the phone.  With his hands holding her trim hips firmly, he commenced to fuck her doggie style, slicing into her cunt with long slow strokes.  With the phone being held up to her left ear, Leon bent over to tease her right ear with his flicking tongue, whispering “Tell him ya got a big black cock up yer horny snatch, Mrs. Winters!  Tell him!”

“Oh, Ted …………..I wish you were here …………..making love to me!  I’m so horny ………….I can’t wait for you to get home!” she said, hoping her husband would talk dirty to her.  Her ploy worked as Ted laughingly responded “Sweetie, I bet if you were to go down to the bar and show a little leg, you’ll get them crawling all over you!”  Erin laughed in her response “Oh, Ted ………….I already did that last night after dropping you off at the airport!  They all lined up to pay for my charms!  I even brought home a  black teenage stud and he’s sticking it to me right now!”

Unable to hold out much longer and sensing that the phone conversation coming to an end, Leon sped up his thrusting cock, moaning softly into her ear “Oh, Mrs. Winters …………gonna cum ……………….gonna give ya all my nigger cum …………..gonna knock ya up good!”  As his cock spurted deep into her fertile womb, he felt her cunt muscles squeeze tightly around his spurting cock.

“Oh, Teddy ………………..he’s fucking me sooooo goodddd ……………..his big black cock is all the way in me ………………………ohhhhhhhhhhh!” Erin moaned loudly into the phone.  She then heard Ted laugh in response just as Leon’s cock burst in her.  Shuddering in a mind-shattering orgasm, Erin had to sense enough to gasp out “Pick you up at the airport tomorrow!  Bye, honeyyyyyy!” before hanging up the phone.  She then collapsed upon her bed with the throbbing black cock continuing to twitch out its hot goo.

At 11 a.m. the next day, Erin scrambled about as she stripped off the cum stained sheet to put new ones on.  She had to be at the Women’s Club luncheon in an hour.  With her son expected home soon and husband arriving at the airport when the luncheon was scheduled to be over, she realized that she would need to hurry.  Her teen lover and pimp had left through the back door after downing the breakfast that she had cooked, but not before a final fuck on the kitchen table.  Quickly she showered, then grabbed her wallet from bureau, having left it there the night before after taking it from her purse to pay for the pizza that Leon had ordered.

Putting on a white dress and white heels, Erin hurried into the car to get to the luncheon.  Looking in the mirror, making sure her hair was in place, she then put on some lipstick.  Stepping closer to the mirror, she then brushed the corner of her lips that had some white flakes on it, dried cum flakes from cleaning Leon’s dwindling cock after that post breakfast fuck.

Having sped along the faster than she would ordinarily drive, Erin pulled up just before the luncheon was to commence, using the apology that she had an unexpected guest that morning.  She then breathed a deep sigh of relief in having made it on time.  Once the luncheon was over, Erin made the drive to the airport, hoping to get there before Ted’s plane arrived.

After Ted put his suitcase into the trunk and entered the passenger side, she leaned over for a kiss.  It was a quick but passionate kiss as Ted dipped his tongue between her lips and reached over to cup her breast.  She shivered in response, knowing Ted was horny from her teasing on the phone last night but a twinge of pain shot through her as her nipple was sensitive from all the sucking it received over the past two days.

Back at home, Erin went into the kitchen to prepare the food for a cookout that evening.  Meanwhile, Ted went upstairs to change into something more comfortable.  Hanging his coat up in the closet, he then undid his tie tack and put it on the dresser.  He then took out his wallet to put onto the dresser top along with the coins from his pocket.  As he did so, a coin rolled off the dresser and landed upon the carpet right next to Erin’s purse.

Bending over to reach for the coin, a light blue fabric in Erin’s purse caught his eye.  Seeing the lace fringe on the garment, a lump caught in his throat and his heart pounded in his chest.  It was as if he had forgotten how to breathe as he stared at the top of his wife’s purse. Slowly his hand reached towards that balled up fabric, wondering if it really was what he thought it to be.  His mind raced, recalling that Friday afternoon when they had gone out to dinner, remembering seeing Erin in her sexy baby blue panties as she slipped on her dress.  ‘Could it be that same pair of panties?’ he asked himself.

Ted’s fingers made contact with the stiff balled up garment and withdrew it from his wife’s purse.  Reaching over with his other hand, he then pried the garment apart as his heart felt like it would explode in his chest.  Indeed it was Erin’s baby blue panties, the same one that she had on when she took him to the airport on Friday.  He shuddered in seeing the once soft garment all stiff and crusted over with white flakes, knowing just what the white flakes consisted of.  ‘Was Erin actually telling me the truth on the phone last night?’ he asked himself.

Then from the hallway, Ted heard Erin’s sweet voice say “Honey, I made you a drink so you can unwind!”  Quickly he balled up the pair of panties and replaced them into her purse.  Undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, he took the drink from his wife and bent over to kiss her soft lips.  Placing the drink down onto the dresser, he then embraced his lovely wife, squeezing her tight sexy ass through her white dress and panties.  He wondered just who had been squeezing her tight buns and how he measured up to her lover or lovers.

Holding his beautiful wife in his arms, Ted teasingly inquired “So, did that young black stud put out that fire between your thighs?”  His cock twitched in excitement as Erin responded “Hmmm, he couldn’t get enough of me!  We fucked all day and all night, filling me with his hot sticky jsm!  He sure hosed out that burning fire in the nick of time, otherwise I’d be climbing the walls by now!”

When Erin changed into a pair of shorts and blouse, departing to go back to the kitchen, Ted’s curiosity led him into the bathroom.  Opening the hamper, Ted discovered the cum stained bedsheets, then looked at the bottom to discover the royal blue dress that his wife had worn on Friday night.  Pulling it out and holding it before him, it was wrinkled but did not reveal anything.  Then he turned it inside out and his stomach went into knots as he viewed the same white crusty evidence that formed a large circle on the inner backside of her dress.  He rubbed the white stains and watched as the flakes slowly fluttered to the bathroom floor.

That night, it was a wild fuck for Ted as he tried to picture the type of lover that his wife would settle for.  He laughed to himself, rationalizing ‘Surely she was kidding about bringing home a young teenage stud – a young black teenage stud – to be precise!  There’s no way in hell that my naïve and conservative Erin would allow that to happen!  God, that would be so fucking exciting to see – Erin spreading her long sexy white legs for a black cock!  Shit, that’ll never ever happen in my lifetime!’  With those thoughts in mind as his lovely wife wrapped her legs and arms around him, he came right away as she moaned “Fuck me ……………fuck me …………….make me forget my big black stud!”

The next morning it was a repeat performance for Ted as his sexy wife had him cumming quickly once she wrapped her sexy legs around him and humped up to him.  The added factor of her again mentioning her well hung black lover had him creaming a huge load, draining his balls totally.  At breakfast, he told Erin “Honey, hate to tell you this but I’ve got another one of these out of town conferences and business meeting again in two weeks!”  Normally such news of his going out of town brought a frown from his loving wife but there was no frown this time, in fact Ted thought he had detected a smile come across Erin’s face.

Two weeks later, packed lightly, Ted advised his wife that he was traveling light as there wouldn’t be anything too formal.  He noticed that she had put on a nice green dress and white heels just to take him to the airport but didn’t say a word about it.  As he stepped out onto the airport curb, Ted watched as Erin pulled out into the lane of traffic.  He had purposely told wife to drop him off at this particular spot where the cabs awaited across the way.  Quickly, he ran over and hailed a cab, telling the driver he’d get a $20 bonus if he could keep up with the blue car in the distance.

Ted couldn’t believe that his beautiful wife was driving in this seedy part of town, then watched nervously as she pulled into the parking lot of the No-Tel Motel.  From a discreet position across the street, he watched his sexy wife go to check in, then observed her enter Room 8. Minutes later, he observed the door open as his wife reappeared and began walking to the back entrance of Joe’s Bar & Grill.

Hustling over across the street, he inquired what rooms were available. Upon learning that Room 7 was available, he took that Lucky 7.  Once in the room, he emptied the small carryon bag that he had packed for this occasion.  Carefully in front of the mirror, he put on the fake beard that he had purchased.  Then he changed into the old pullover shirt and ratty overcoat that he had purchased from the thrift store.  Finally he put on the old wide brim hat that he also got from the thrift shop.

Making his way across the parking lot with the hat pulled low, Ted Winters entered the raunchy establishment and made his way to the bar. He pulled up a barstool and sat next to a big burly fellow who was quickly finishing up his beer.  From where he was sitting, he could make out his lovely wife sitting in a booth across the way, hold a black hand that was stretched across the table.  But he could not see any more of the male who’s hand his wife was holding.  After ordering a beer, he turned to the big brute next to him and commented “Man, that’s some nice piece of ass across the way!”

The man next to him took his final swig of his beer and replied “Trucker Tom’s the name!  Man, I’ve been waiting two long fucking weeks to get another piece of that sexy little ass!  Can you believe I was her first paying customer two weeks ago?  Cost me two hundred bucks but hell, she was worth every fucking penny!  When her pimp told me she’d be here tonight, I jumped at the change to fuck that beautiful bitch again! Heard she can only get away when her old man’s on a business trip!  Her old man’s gotta be fucking stupid to leave a fox like that in heat!”

Ted kept his head low with his hat pulled down and watched from the side of his eye as the big burly man made his way to the booth.  He swallowed deeply as he plunked down a $100 bill, then grabbed Erin by the hand and pulled her out of the booth.  A shudder coursed throughout his body as customers in the bar hooped and hollered “Go, Tom, go!  Go, Tom, go! Go, Tom, go!”  With that cheer, Ted watched as Trucker Tom exited the establishment, pulling his beautiful wife in tow.

A moment later, Ted downed his beer and paid his tab, telling the bartender he’d be back soon.  Then he quickly made his way out of the back entrance and briskly walked to Room 7 of the No-Tel Motel. Pressing his ear against the wall separating the two rooms, he could faintly make out voices coming from Room 8.  Being in the medical equipment field, Ted had also packed a stethoscope along in his carryon.  It was the most advanced piece of equipment, one that would pick up the faintest of sounds.  Pressing it against the wall, he could hear a male voice say “Get on yours fucking knees, bitch!  Look up at me with those beautiful blue eyes of yours when I cum in your hot sucking mouth!”

Having heard it all during that hour, Ted hurriedly made his way back to the bar as Trucker Tom was putting his clothes on in the next room.  He heard the shower start as his lovely wife got prepared for her next paying customer.  Back at the bar, Ted ordered a beer for himself, waiting for Trucker Tom to appear in the doorway.  Once he observed the burly man who had just fucked his wife royally, Ted told the bartender to bring Trucker Tom his usual drink.  Before the burly man returned to the bar, he watched the man go to the booth and slide the motel room key onto the table.

Trucker Tom was surprised that the fellow next to him had already ordered up a beer for him.  “Thanks, buddy!  Man, I swear, that beautiful little bitch is a fucking pro!  Jezz, she just sucked all the cum outta me, looking up at me the whole time with her baby blue eyes! Chist, my nuts are hurting so bad!  Fucked her real good, ‘ol buddy! You should have heard her begging me to slam it to her!  Man, when she came, her legs had a vice grip around my fucking ass!  I’m coming back here every week and hope she’ll be here!”

Bill, the bartender, asked “You guys need anything else right now?”  Ted and Trucker Tom indicated ‘no’ to the tall 6’6″ black bartender who weighed at least 250 lbs.  All the customers looked up when Bill made an announcement in his low gruff voice “All drinks are three bucks apiece for the next hour!  Just come up here and get your own drinks and put your money in this here cigar box!  I’ll be back in an hour!  Gotta get me a piece of that beautiful white ass!”  Then Bill took off his bartender’s apron and walked over to the booth for the motel room key.

Ted quickly finished his beer, telling Trucker Tom that he had an errand to run and would be back soon.  Quickly, Ted rushed to his motel room, anxious to use the stethoscope to hear into the adjoining room.  He was surprised to hear no fuss come from the adjoining room as obviously Erin had no concern whether her paying customer was black or white.  He could hear the bed squeaking madly as the occupants coupled on the bed.  A shiver ran through his body when he heard his lovely wife voice say “Oh, God ……………your cock is so much bigger than my husband’s!  Fuck me …………..fuck me with your big black cock ……………shoot your cum in me ………………………..knock this white bitch up with your black baby …………….give me something to take back to my wimp of a husband!”

Three more times that night, Ted Winters quickly downed his beer to rush on back to his motel room, just a moment or so after a paying customer plunked down his $100 and obtained the motel room key.  As it was not past 1 a.m. he watched the last customer return and slide the key onto the table, then the key was snapped up in a black fist, who’s owner remained unseen in the booth.  Looking at the booth, Ted saw a tall black figure sliding out into view, then he gave as gasp upon recognizing just who the teenage pimp was.

Pulling up the collars of his trench coat and turning his head a bit so his wide brim hat hid his face, Ted felt his heart thumping wildly in his chest.  He could believe that it was Leon, his son’s teammate approaching the bar, walking with a strut of confidence.  “Hey, Bill! Lemme use the house phone to call my bitch!” he boasted with a laugh. Even with his elaborate disguise, Ted had his face turned away from the arrogant teen, though listening intently as he spoke on the phone “Hey, bitch!  Once you shower and dress, get your ass over hear so we can get a drink and you can pick up my bar tab!”

Once Leon hung up the phone, Bill asked him “How do you get such a beautiful white bitch like that to whore for ya?”  Laughing, Leon boasted “Hell, she’ll do anything for me!  All she wants is for me to bone her with my big black dick!  What a deal, huh!  I get to keep all the bucks she earns for me on her ass and she still pays for my tab!”

Trucker Tom inquired “So, you gonna bone her good in the motel room, Leon?”  Laughing, Leon advised “Hell, no!  Not with all that messy cum you guys pumped into her!  I’m not one for sloppy seconds!  Gonna have the beautiful bitch take me to her home so she can douche out all that slop, then I’ll bone her there!  Hubby’s gonna be away till Sunday afternoon so we’ve got the whole weekend to ourselves!  Tell ya, man …………ain’t nothing better than bedding a beautiful white bitch right on the bed that she shares with her old man!  That’s fucking half the fun! She’s gonna be in for a surprise tonight ………….gonna make her scream real good when I cop her cherry white ass!”

Once his wife re-entered the bar, Ted watched as she embraced her teenage pimp for an open mouth kiss in front of all the patrons.  As they slid into their booth, Ted then paid his tab and made his way out the front entrance.  Circling around the building, he went to gather his belongings from the motel room.  Later, he hailed a passing cab and headed on home.

Arriving at home, Ted retrieved his comfortable folding chair from the trunk of his car, taking it upstairs with him.  Changing into a t-shirt and pair of shorts, skipping the underwear, he then made room in his walk-in closet for the upcoming entertainment.  Getting his video camcorder from his study, he had it all set up and found a good hiding place for it in the bedroom, making certain that the entire bed would be caught on tape.  He placed a 4 hr tape in the camera and took several other tapes with him into the closet.  Going to the kitchen, he put some beer in a small ice chest and some snacks to take upstairs.

Turning off the lights, he sipped on a beer and waited.  Hearing the garage door open, Ted went out into the bedroom and started the video taping.  Grabbing a bath towel, he went back into the walk-in closet. There he spread out the bath towel onto the floor before him, knowing it’d come in hand very soon.

Heart pounding in anticipation, Ted’s mouth went dry when the bedroom lights went on.  Peering out of the slightly open closet door, Ted viewed his beautiful wife dressed in her emerald green dress and white heels.  Standing next to her was Leon, his son’s arrogant but talented teammate.  They were but a mere 5 feet away from where he was sitting in the dark.  He watched as his lovely wife dropped to her knees as the teen commanded “Get on your knees and give me a tongue job, Mrs. Winters!”

Hidden in the confines of the darkened closet, Ted Winters sat in total amazement as his lovely wife made no attempt to keep from performing the sexual act that she had always refused him, saying it was ‘so degrading for her to perform such a filth act’!  He watched as her manicured fingers unbuckled the teen’s belt, then unzip the bulging jeans to fish out his lengthy manhood.   Seeing the way that Erin looked up at the arrogant teen, all the while licking the length of his black cock with her pointed tongue, Ted knew that the men were indeed correct in labeling his wife as a true ‘pro’.

With her petite hand and trim manicured fingers pumping up and down on the thick black cock, Erin moved her head up a bit to capture the now oozing cockhead into her mouth.  Keep her eyes up to look at the moaning teen, she pumped faster and faster, swirling her flicking tongue around the pulsing cockhead.  She could feel the thick shaft throb in fist as more of his slick juices bubbled up from his cockhead.

Ted Winters sat in amazement in the closet, withdrawing his cock from the opening of his shorts and pumping his cock as he watched his lovely wife go down on the young teen.  He heard the teen groan from the excitement, moaning “Ohhhhh, yeahhhhhhh ………oh, Mrs. Winters ………………….ya sure have developed into a true cocksucker!  Oh, baby …………..gonna cum real soon!”  Then Ted knew he was in for a real show when Leon mouthed “Gonna cum …………gonna cum!  Take yer mouth off me when I shoot, Mrs. Winters …………….gonna shoot it ……………..all over yer beautiful face!”

“Now ……………take yer mouth off ….now!” Ted heard the teen’s order.  He watched as his wife complied, holding the pulsating cock in her still pumping fist.  “Ahhhhhhh ……….fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk!” he heard the teen groan and watched in disbelief as his lovely wife allowed the deviant teen to spurt his filthy load directly onto her beautiful face.  His body tensed and shivered as he continued to watch the proceedings, his cock twitching in his pumping fist as it unleashed its pent up load onto the bath towel before im.  Then he sat and watched as Erin used the thick blunt cockhead as a paintbrush, spreading out the gooey paste over her entire face, then sucking the remnants out of the still twitching cock.

Face covered with cum, Erin knelt before Leon and looked up at him as she licked her cum-coated lips.  Several strands of cum had dripped from her face to run down the front of her emerald green dress.  She just knelt there as the teen taunted her “Man, yer a fuck’n mess!  Only a fuck’n whore would let a guy cum all over her fuck’n face!  What would Mr. Winters say if he could see ya now, face covered with nigger cum?” Only when Leon told her to get up and douche did she stand and go into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Erin looked into the mirror and saw the copious amount of spunk that the teen had unloaded on her face.  Instead of being disgusted at what she had just allowed to be done to her, she smacked her lips and licked at her upper lip to get all the cum that she could get.  Using her index finger, she ran it down the bridge of her nose and gathered a tablespoon of cum on her finger.  Then she placed her soiled finger in her mouth and sucked it clean.

Indeed it was an exciting night of entertainment for the peering eyes of Ted Winters.  When his lovely wife came out of the bathroom, he watched as she performed a tantalizing striptease for the leering teen.  It was an awesome contrast of his wife’s lily white body being embraced by the muscular black teen, seeing her trim white arms and legs encircling his humping black body on the very bed that they shared together.  Soon Ted spilled another load of his cock juice onto the bath towel on the floor.

Later, Ted knew the promised main event was at hand when he watched the teen position his puzzled wife on all fours.  Erin’s head was at the foot of the bed where her face was directly in line with the closet door.  He watched as her eyes widened in horror when she finally realized just what was in store for her.  He saw her turn pale, fingers clutching tightly at the bedspread as the teen wormed his thick cockhead into position.  Fortunately the central air was on and all the windows were sealed shut.  Otherwise, his wife’s screams would surely have attracted the neighbors’ attention.

Stroking himself, seeing his wife shudder, mouth gaping open as she screamed “Nooooo ……………Leon, noooooooooooo ……………….it hurtssssssss ……………..ohhhhhh ………….you’re too bigggggggggg!  Stop …………stoppppp ……………you’re ………..tearing meeeeee!  Oh, God ……………….oh, Godddddddd!”  Then he saw the teen reach around his wife’s trim hips to finger her, bring about a sudden change as he fingered her sensitive clit.   He saw his wife now panting, moaning “Ohhhhhhhh ……….ohhhhhhhh, Leon …………..ohhhhhhhh ……………I …………………I’m cummingggggggggg!”

The next morning, when the two lovers were having breakfast downstairs, Ted snuck out to replace the tape with a brand new one.  Back in the closet, he used his cell phone to call his home number.  With Erin answering the phone in the kitchen, he asked if she had a good night or if she got horny without him and picked up a stud to fuck her silly.  He heard her giggle on the phone, responding with “I got so horny after dropping you off at the airport that I went straight to a bar and got five guys to sample my charms!  Then I found that hunky black stud again and brought him home with me to service me till you get home!”

Ted laughed in response, knowing that his lovely wife was being totally truthful with him.  Then he advised her “Well, sweetie …………….you can have that stud service your hot body even longer as you won’t have to pick me up at the airport tomorrow.  Met one of my competitors who lives just a couple miles from us and he’s giving me a ride home from the airport.  Got to run now honey, be sure to change the sheets before I get back ………………I just hate getting into bed when its covered with another guy’s cum!”

Sitting in the darkened closet, Ted wondered just how many times he had jacked off over the past 24 hours.  His balls were now aching from all the activity and he wondered if they could generate any more cum. Watching the numerous positions that Erin and the teen got into, he was truly amazed at how more cum his balls generated from the enticing scenes.  His mind was racing, thinking ‘God, with Erin on the cunt market, maybe I can barter her lovely charms for that new position opening!  Bet that horny old bastard of a boss would love to get his grimy paws on Erin sexy little ass!’

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We had been going out for about a year when it first happened.  We were asking each other about our sexual history.  She asked me if I had ever had a three some.  I told that I was involved in a few of them with my cousin Joe and my friend Albert.  They liked to show how they could get a girl to do anything for them, even have sex with us.  She wanted me to go into details and tell her all that happened.  I told her about on girl in particular.  My friend Albert had a girlfriend that we would share often.  We would go out to a bar or club then come back to my house and fuck her all night.  On one occasion my cousin Joe was with us and he joined in making it a four some.  I told her that we had taken pictures of the orgy and she wanted to see them.  I told her that my cousin Joe kept the pictures and she was disappointed.  I could tell that she was getting hot as I described everything that happened.  I began to rub her pussy and she was wet.  We had great sex that night.

Afterwards, as we lay in bed I asked her how she felt about having sex with someone else.  She said that it excited her but she did not want to risk ruining our relationship and did not want my friends to think she was a slut.  I assured her that it would not damage our relationship and that my friends would only like her more if she did it.  After asking if I was sure several times she finally agreed to do it.  I told her that next weekend we would go out to a club and come back home after to gang bang her.

The following week I told my cousin about my plan.  I told him that Brenda was ready to get gang banged.  He said that it was about time I got some pussy to share with the boys.  Joe and Albert had both gotten a girl to let us fuck her and now it was my turn. I told him that we were going out to the club on Friday and we would take her back to my place as usual.  I also told him that I was inviting Albert so he could get some too.

The weekend finally came and I went to pick up Brenda first.  She had on a short black skirt and a tight dark red blouse that showed lots of cleavage.  Since we have been married she has put on a little weight but back then she was even hotter.  Brenda was about 5’, short blonde hair, 100lbs, slim waist and a great ass.  She said she dressed sexy so that hopefully my friends would want her.  I assured her that they would defiantly want her.  We then went to get Joe and Albert.  We arrived at the club around 11 o’ clock.  Joe and Albert told me how hot Brenda looked and how they could not wait to get her back to my place.  I told them to be patient and let’s just have some fun for now.  We all danced with Brenda for several hours.  The club played lots of hip hop music and we would surround Brenda and rub our crotches into her while we danced.  It was getting late and the club was getting ready to close so we decided to leave.

We went back to my house to have some more drinks and get high.  We all grabbed a drink and went to the living room.  Brenda sat between Joe and me on the couch.  Albert was sitting at a table behind us rolling a joint.  As we watched TV, I was rubbing Brenda’s thigh and moving up to her pussy.  Joe was pretending that he was not looking at us so pulled her thong to the side and began to finger Brenda’s pussy.  She was already wet and my finger slid right in.  She threw her head back and closed her eyes.  We now had Joe’s attention.  I reached for one of her breast and he grabbed the other.  She was getting wetter as I fingered her pussy and reached into our laps and rubbed our cocks.  Joe quickly pulled out his cock before I could even get my zipper down.  Brenda began to stroke Joe’s cock while I stood to call Albert.  When I turned to call him, he was already taking off his pants.  I stared to do the same.  Brenda had dropped to her knees in front of Joe and was licking his 8 inch cock all over.  Albert walked up to Brenda with his 9 inch cock sticking straight out in front of him.  She saw him and turned to take his cock in her mouth.  Joe stood up and we surrounded Brenda with our dicks in her face.  She was sucking Albert while stroking Joe and myself.  She would go from cock to cock sucking while stroking the other two with her free hands.  She sucked us all for about 10 minutes.  She would swallow as much as she could while we grabbed her head and fucked her face.  Joe was the first to fuck her.  He pulled off her skirt and bent her over on the couch.

Albert sat in front of her and she continued to suck him off.  Joe pulled Brenda’s thong to the side and slid his cock into her pussy in one thrust.  He fucked her hard for about ten minutes while she sucked Albert’s cock.  She moaning around Albert’s cock as Joe pounded her pussy.  I was sitting on a chair enjoying the site of my girlfriend fucking and sucking my cousin and Albert.  Suddenly she began to moan even louder.  I did not notice it but Joe trying to shove his thick prick into her in the ass.  I had never done this with her before so it surprised me that she let my cousin take her virgin asshole.  It took him a few minutes but he soon had the same rhythm going on her ass as he did with her pussy.  Joe then told Albert to let her sit on his cock.  Albert sat on the couch and she mounted him.  Albert was bigger than both of us but his cock slid right into her pussy with no trouble.  Joe went behind her and stuck his cock back in her ass.  She was moaning loudly as they stuffed her pussy and ass at the same time.  I stood in front of her and shoved my dick into her mouth.  Joe was the first to pump his load into her ass.  He held her hips tightly and pushed his cock all the way in her.  He held it there for a few minutes while Albert continued to fuck her pussy slowly.  Finally Joe pulled out and gobs of cum ran out of her ass and onto the couch.  Albert quickly got up and took her doggy style.  He fucked her pussy hard for over 20 minutes.  I continued to have her suck my cock but I could not hold out that long and shot my load into her mouth.  I took a seat and watched as my friend continued to fuck my girlfriend.  Finally Albert pulled his cock out of Brenda and stood in front of her.  He aimed his cock at her face and shot his load all over her.  I gave her a towel to clean up while we smoked that joint.

We fucked her again a couple more times each that night.  We also had a few more gang bangs with my cousin and my friend.  We also had had a few with some of her friends as well.

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I have been in a rather blah mood the past few weeks, I don’t know if it’s the winter, work or what but everyone could tell I was not my normal cheerful self. Finally my husband suggested I take a few days and go antique shopping in a town about 3 hours from where we live. It sounded good to me, time on my own to just relax and enjoy myself. At the time I could not imagine how it would turn out. I left the next morning. The drive was pleasant and my mood lifted as I arrived at the first antique mall. I love these places and spent several hours before heading to my hotel in the city. I had booked a nice hotel room for a couple nights. My husband insisted on a hotel with a pool, hot tub and so I could relax in the evenings. If he knew what happened I’m sure he’d regret that decision. Anyway I arrived at the hotel and unpacked in my room. It was a great room on the 7th floor overlooking the city. It had a sitting area with a couch and all and a king sized bed in the bed area. The bathroom was large with a big tub and shower. It felt so good to be there. I planned to eat dinner, go to the hot tub by the pool then curl up with a book before bed. I went to dinner at 5:30. I’d decided to eat at the hotel as I was uncomfortable eating all by myself, after 9 years of marriage I’m used to having company at meal time. So I figured it would be best to eat at the nice restaurant in the hotel. At the time I had no idea what this descison would lead to. As I waited to be seated a nice looking gentleman got in line behind me, he was at least 6′ 3′ and very well built and black. He and I chatted a bit and he introduced himself as Mike.

He was in town on business for the week. He asked if we could eat dinner together, I agreed relived that I would not be alone and I saw no harm in it as I eat lunch with colleagues and clients often at work. Mike and I enjoyed talking over dinner and hit it off pretty well. He asked me to join him in the lounge for a couple drinks and I agreed thinking that yes a little alcohol would relax me further that night. We enjoyed a couple drinks and I excused myself after an hour or so to go to the Hot tub and resume my plans for the night. Mike said “hey mind if I join you” I said “it’s for all the guests you don’t need my permission.” I went to my room put on my bathing suit and went to the pool area. There was only two people two men swimming and the hot tub was empty so I got in. Five minutes later Mike appeared in his trunks and he had a bottle of wine and two glasses. I smiled at him as he joined me in the tub. Stripped down to his trunks I saw I had not misjudged his build in his suit he looked ver nice and I liked the way his black skin glistened in the water. We talked and soon the wine and warm water had me quite relaxed. We talked a little risqu‚ as well. Mike slid over closer to me and we continued to talk then he leaned over to me and whispered “Just want you to know you look great.” I smiled and noticed we were now alone in the pool area. I said back to him “you look pretty nice as well.” Then I turned to him and crossed the line as I kissed him on the lips, he slid closer to me and we started to kiss more. In a few minutes the kisses were deep and passionate our tongues danced in each others mouth and I knew it would not end there and I didn’t want it to.

Soon I felt Mike’s large black hands caressing my arms and then he cupped by breast through the fabric of my suit, I slid down in the water a bit nervous of being seen like this, his hands massaged my breasts and we kissed even harder. After a few minutes I felt his hands slide up my leg caressing all the way, soon I felt his strong black hands push aside the bottom portion of my bathing suits as his hands moved over my pussy, I sighed as his finger entered my pussy, I spread my legs to give him better access to me and soon he had two large fingers working inside me. It felt great and soon I was kissing down his neck and kissing his chest. It felt so strong and muscular and I must admit the contrast of our skin turned me on further. I knew I’d com soon if this didn’t stop. He noticed my nervousness and said “let go up to my room.” I shook my head no and said “my room in case my husband calls.” I fixed my suit and we walked to the elevator and headed to my room. I felt a burning desire like never before running through me. I wanted this black stud I’d just met to make love to me. As soon as we got to my room we closed the door and in seconds we were on the couch. We kissed again and now being in private he unsnapped the top piece of my suit it clasps in the front, and it fell of exposing my breasts to him, he moved down my neck and began to suck on my breasts as his other hand massaged my body and soon found its way to my legs I spread my legs inviting his fingers into me this time even more. As he expertly worked my clitoris, I began to rub my hands over his chest and stomach and soon reached into his pants.

I could not believe what I found there. His cock felt huge and thick, my husband is not small either he is 7.5″ and Mike was I think about 3 inches longer and much thicker. Soon he was undressed and Mike began to kiss from my nipples down my stomach as he slid off my bottoms, he pushed me back on the couch and I was disappointed when his fingers left my pussy, but that lasted a second before his mouth was working across my pubic mound to my clit soon his tongue was working me in an incredible fashion, I usually feel very self conscious when my husband does this, so it doesn’t happen often, but this night I wanted it, I put my hands on the back of his head his thick short hair felt good to my hand and his tongue was sending waves of pleasure through my body. I became so aroused as I looked down my body over my breasts down my stomach I could see his black face buried in my pussy as indescribable pleasures filled me, I felt my first orgasm building within me, my hands pulled him more into me and my breath quickened he sensed the urge in me and his tongue worked on me faster, my breaths became short and deep, my chest rising and falling with each breath as moans escaped my lips, then I thrust my pussy to his face and my head back into the couch as the orgasm washed over me in powerful waves. As I recovered I rolled my head side to side and just said “oh my god, oh my god that was great.” Mike kissed his way back up my stomach and then breasts as he slid back onto the couch next to me.

As he did that I found myself kissing my way down his chest and stomach as I slid my self to the floor, I’ve never much liked giving oral sex but tonight I was completely willing as I kissed down his stomach my hands massaged his erect cock, soon I felt his thick curly pubic hair brush across my chin as I moved down, by now I was on my knees between his legs, I kissed up the shaft of his large cock and then slowly slid my lips around the black head and began to suck him, I felt his hands move down to me as I sucked him deeper, he massaged my neck and shoulders as he guided me up and down on his cock. After a while I pulled off and kissed down the underside of his cock and began to kiss his balls and lick my way back up to resume sucking him. It felt incredible almost slutty and I didn’t care at all. I continued to suck for a long time. Then Mike pulled me off him and carried me to the bed, I was so wet in anticipation of this. He Laid me back and I spread my legs wide, soon I felt him ease his long dark cock into me. It went in pretty easily due to my wetness, though I must say I’d never felt so full or so deeply taken before, he was so skilled each thrust sent pleasure throughout my body. He would thrust all the way in and I would raise my hips to meet his thrusts then he would pull almost out and thrust in me again. Soon I felt an orgasm building in me again, more powerful and more intense, as I felt it build in me I am sure I could be heard through the walls as I moaned “Oh my god Oh my god. Oh Yes!” Mike didn’t miss a beat, as I came he made quick short thrusts into me intensifying and prolonging my orgasm.

As I calmed down I put my arms around his neck pulled his lips to mine and kissed him wildly and deeply as he made love to me, meeting him thrust for thrust. This black stud was taking me to unknown heights of pleasure. He pushed my legs up, my knees almost to my shoulders giving him even deeper access to my pussy. I moaned at this new felt pleasure. It felt unreal. Like he was almost reaching my womb. Then he pulled out rolled me over to my hands and knees straddled me and began to make love doggy style, it felt great his hands on my butt, with each thrust into me he would push apart my cheeks giving him an extra bit of penetration, soon I felt orgasm building again, not as strong but strong still, It was a new experience for me, my husband never fails to make me come but only with his mouth or in the missionary position, but Mike was making me come like this I imagine it is the extra thickness allowing him to stimulate my clit even from behind. He pulled out of me and laid on the bed motioning for me to be on top, instead lost in lust I kissed his chest quickly down to his cock still wet from my pussy, I’d never done this before but I was beyond caring, I could taste my tangyness mixed with his flesh and precum as I lowered my mouth on his cock. I took him as deeply as I could fast then slow. After a bit he began to moan, and I knew what was coming though I’d never let a man cum in my mouth, I knew I would let him, my head continued to move up and down on him, soon I felt his cock start to throb in my mouth slowly at first then rapidly as he started to cum, I felt and tasted his cum flooding my mouth, I swallowed most of it down, it was overwhelming how much he came some dripped out the corner of my mouth and onto my cheeks and chin, I pulled of after a minute of finishing and lay my head next to his on the pillows, we massaged one another and just laid there for a long time, the phone rang, it was my husband, calling to see if I was Ok, I assured him I was as I put my finger to my lips to let Mike know to be quiet. We talked a few minutes as Mike caressed my breasts.

I wonder what my husband would think if he could have seen the truth of what was happening, his sweet wife lying on a bed next to a black stranger, his cum filling her belly and dried on her lips, lying next to the man still knowing it wasn’t over, her pussy still feeling the wonderful affects of the night so far. After a few minutes we hung up and Mike and I went to take a bath. He washed me and we relaxed before heading back to the bed to start again, we made love for two hours in every position that night he made me cum even on top of him riding his cock, his extra 3 inches giving me more freedom to move without worrying about him coming out, which allowed me to ride on top with more intensity deeper and more wild. I was in heaven. He finished in the missionary position making me come several times before I felt him throb within me as e let go inside my pussy. We lay next to each other kissing caressing and I could feel his cum leaking out of my well satisfied pussy. The thought made me smile, no fear as I am on the pill but it felt good to think a strangers seed was inside me. We fell asleep next to each other. That morning we got up showered and had a large breakfast at the hotel, he headed to his room to work and make his calls that day as I went out shopping and relaxing as planned. We agreed to met again that night. He was back at five we went out to dinner and wasted no time in the hot tub that evening, took the wine to my room and began in earnest nearly tearing each others clothes off. His tongue, hands and cock bringing untold pleasures to me. As he was doing me doggy style I was out of control from the pleasure and he commented “Aimee you have one sweet looking butt.” I moaned out “really” as his cock slid in and out of my pussy.

He said “you really do, and I want to do that nice butt” I said “you’re kidding right?” He said “no I’m not but only if you’re willing.” I was not to fond of the idea but soon as he brought me to an intense orgasm I relented and said yes. Mike quickly pulled out of my dripping pussy, pulled me to the edge of the king sized bed and put a pillow under my head. He grabbed his suit briefcase and pulled out a bag from a local drugstore, and in it was a bottle of astro glide a lubricant. I shuddered at the thought of what I was about to do, it was a line I’d never thought of, cheating was one line but here I was about to allow a man I’d just met to do something else I’d never done.

He laid the bottle next to me on the bed and spread my legs wide and I watched as his thick black cock slid in and out of my pussy relaxing me, then after 5 minutes he pulled out and began to finger me then he took the astro glide and opened it pouring it over my pussy and butt as well as his fingers he leaned over and we kissed deeply as his hands moved form my clit to my butt I moaned and jumped a little as his finger entered my butt. It went in easily with the lubricant. Soon he was deep into me as we continued to kiss. Then he pulled away and stood at the edge of the bed spread my legs as he rubbed more lubricant onto me and into me as well as coating his cock with it. Then he slowly eased his cock into my ass. I looked down my body and watched as each inch slowly entered me, it hurt a bit but was intensely pleasurable as well especially since his finger rubbed my clit. Before long he was moving easily in and out of my no longer virgin ass. I was moaning loudly and lost in ecstasy the phone rang I ignored it and continued to enjoy this black lover of mine. Mike pulled out and turned me over to make love to my ass doggy style. As he fucked me like that his hands massaged my clit and breasts bringing me to an intense orgasm, I felt him tense as he unleashed his cum inside my but. We collapsed on the bed a few minutes before recovering. I called my husband back after getting the message from the phone. I told him I was at the pool and was going to take a bath.

After that Mike and I went to the large tub in my room and bathed. The warm water felt good after we washed off I began to caress his cock and before long he was sitting on the edge of the tub my head bobbing up and down on his cock, I pulled my mouth off him as I masturbated him wit my hand wrapped around his erect cock, I looked up at him and said ” I want to taste you again, cum in my mouth.” That said I lowered my mouth over his cock head his hands guiding me up and down meting me with thrusts of his hips, he tensed began to throb and soon I felt his warm seed flow into my mouth, this time I savored the taste, letting it roll around my mouth as I sucked him a bit more before I swallowed all of it. We dressed and he headed to his room as he had to get some work done in the morning before heading out to meet clients the next afternoon. I fell asleep on my bed content and happy. The next morning I showered dressed and had breakfast in my room, I had a few stops to make on the trip home so at about 9:30 I went to tell Mike goodbye, though we knew we’d meet up from time to time as he has a few accounts in my city and is there every month or so for a couple days. I knocked on his door, and he answered wearing a tee shirt and boxers he was getting ready for his day and his computer and briefcase were on the desk where he’d been working that morning. He smiled as I walked in his room. I had planned to say goodbye and get on my way but I was still hungry for his body and not wanting to wait some weeks we embraced and soon were undressed, we had little time for preliminaries so soon we were on his bed making love with a fierce passion, I came twice in rapid succession and then got on top of him and rode him hard and deep, his hands on my hips pulling my butt apart slightly at the bottom of each thrust to fully penetrate me in that position. Before long I felt his orgasm building he pushed me over into the missionary position lifted my hips high as I came he lost it and filled my pussy with his cum, deep inside me. I dressed quickly kissed him goodbye and began my drive home. As I drove I could feel the wetness as his cum leaked out of me. I made a few stops on the way and that evening I arrived home feeling fine and relaxed. My husband greeted me at the door and said I looked happier.

I smiled back as he hugged me and kissed me. I knew he wanted to make love so I said “babe let me take a bath and then we’ll be together, after all I knew the evidence of my activities would be evident if I didn’t clean up. In the bathroom I undressed as the tub filled my panties were meshed to my pubic mound with dried cum, the musky smell of cum and my pussy evident as well. I rinsed my panties and put then in the dirty clothes pile and slipped into the water. Forty minutes later I joined my husband in the bedroom. He made passionate love to me making me come several times and we went at it for some time, I could not help to think that though he was good Mike was better and filled me in ways he never could. Well after ward he said “looks like the trip did you some good., maybe you need to take more time to do that every now and then.” I smiled and said I’d like to do that every few months or so to get away form work and the house.” He said I should do it not knowing what my plans were, no doubt I’ll time my trips for when Mike is there as well and I’ll see him occasionally here as well as his hotel here is downtown and so is my work. I am excited about seeing mike again. I love my husband and won’t leave but I think the future holds a little pleasure for me as well. I’d love to hear from any women who’ve done this with any advice etc.Admin

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The island was warm and friendly, the population was mostly black and  British educated with large smiles.  Last night she had heard a noise coming from her mother and aunt’s room. Wanting to make sure they were okay she put on her robe and went across the hall, and what she saw engraved itself in her mind as surely as light engraves the plate of a photographic slide.  She had cracked the heavy oak door and there was her red haired chubby aunt, having sexual congress with one of the blacks from the hotel staff.  She thought it was sex, or someone else in the room but it was not.  It was her.  Her fat buttocks expanding and contracting with each thrust of his penis.

Was it sex?  She wondered but how could it be?  Her aunt was on top, moaning away.  Then on the other side of the bed an equally strange spectacle unfolded.  Her mother was kneeling on the bed as a man held her hips thrusting.  Her moans muffled as a second man pushed himself deep into her mouth.

She quietly closed the door and ran back to her room.  Locking the door she wondered if she should call the constable about the scandal.  After a night of fitful rest she woke up and not wanting to face the world she did as she did as a child and buried herself under her blanket until her aunt and mother knocked on the door.

The day’s activities of sightseeing were only a ghost as her mind dwelled on the five seconds of what she had seen, stretching it out to hours.   How could her aunt and mother do what they did?  Betraying their marital vows of fidelity for moments of animalistic passion with people they did not admit into their social circle?  Did the hypocrisy of it all anger her, or was it something else?  Something darker.

That evening her aunt and  mother came into the room.   Her mother was never one for excessive tact.   “I saw you Sadie last night.  You peeked as we wanted you to.”  “Mother? How could you?  Dad!  Auntie your husband!”  The mother and aunt held her as she burst into tears.  “Stiffen up you are a Whattforde woman Sadie.  What we did was what women in our family have done for at least two hundred years.”

Sadie blew her nose into a handkerchief offered by her aunt.  “We may seem at times cold and formal towards our men but we love them and to love them, we must be rational.  We must marry right and not let passion rule our minds and bodies.  Take Philip…”

Sadie started to protest but her mother cut her off.  “A nice enough boy, but you need a man of means to support you and your family when you have one.  Look at this.” Her mother went to her closet and opened the door.  The clothes she had come up with had been removed and replaced with more sophisticated fare, from Paris amongst other places.  “It is time for you to grow up.  We have passion, we just know when and where.” finished her mother.  “What do you mean?” Sadie asked as her aunt poured her a glass of wine from the decanter on the table and handed it to her.  “You shall see.” said the aunt who began to disrobe as did her mother.  Sadie gulped down the wine, the warmness it imparted clashed with the coldness in her gut.

“We go on these sex-vacations.  Don’t flinch, that is what they are, every few months, father and your uncle know of them.  At first they were hurt but then they were relieved, not having the pressure to pleasure us.   They are probably at home right now banging the crap out of the upstairs maid.  Now you must understand the men on this island are quite endowed, and that resentment they have towards us coupled with their lust and experience will make for a long hard night for you my dear.”

“Mother! But what of Phillip?” she cried.  “He will never know.  And think of it this way you will know how to please him better when they are done with you.”

Sadie jumped as the door knocked.  A black man entered.  Polite as all the others on the island, “Evening ma’am.  Is there anything I can do for you?”  “Yes we would like you to take care of my niece here.” said Sadie’s aunt.  “That would be a pleasure.  A great pleasure” he said walking towards the young red head.  All Sadie could see was that huge bulge in his pants.  “Mother what if I refuse?”  “I won’t consider you my daughter.  You will be cut off.  However, if you continue, we will, if you still want him after this, arrange a European holiday for just you and Phillip.” Sadie thought it over carefully.  She was just doing it for Phillip she said to herself.

The man pulled out his cock and she jumped.  It was twice as long and far thicker flaccid than any she had ever seen.  “Well.” her mother said and she reached forward slowly and grasped his cock in her soft white palm and began to rub it.  Her mother and aunt smiled and continued to undress as her eyes widened at the growing erection.

Totally naked, her mother reached around from behind her and undid her blouse.  As each stiff button was opened more and more of her pale white boob flesh was unveiled for her black soon to be lover to ogle.  “Mother this is so wrong.” she said under a spell as her bra was unhooked.

He leaned forward taking her tits in his rough hands and squeezing them.  Then he lifted them up and sucked on them hard, biting her nipples lightly causing her to pump his cock quicker.

“Could a monster like that fit inside of me?” she wondered.  Then he pushed her onto the bed.  Her panties were off seconds later and his tongue licked her woman hood with a loud slurping that her boyfriend would never do.  She closed her eyes and came.  She tried to pretend it was Philip, but could not.

Then he stood up and grabbing an ankle in each hand, he spread her legs wide.  She felt his large cock press against her unwilling pussy.  Then slowly, almost too slowly, it slid into her.  She felt every inch of him slide into her.  She was now mating with a black man and taking great pleasure out of it.  He pulled off his shirt to show his muscular, dark as night body, pumping into her.  Her mother whimpered into her ear.  “That is it honey, love it, savor it.”

She felt a touch of disappointment as he pulled out of her.   But he stopped only long enough to pull off his remaining garments and then hers.  Totally naked, she was flipped onto her stomach, her ass pulled into the air as he slammed into her from behind.  The vulnerability she felt only added to her lust as he held her wide hips and made the most out of every thrust.

After what seemed an eternity she came screaming as he grunted and his load splashed into her.  Her aunt directed her onto her knees and then got onto her knees herself, she watched in amazement as her aunt took most of his shaft down her throat.  “Do that and you can please any man be it in the bedroom, the classroom or the boardroom.

Then it was her turn.  Usually when she did this for Philip he was made to wash himself before she would take him into her mouth, but she knew there would be no such concessions from her new lover.  As his cum dripped out of her onto the polished wood floor she struggled to take his large shaft into her mouth.  He ran his fingers through her hair as she did so.

Her aunt reached around and started to finger her clit.  Sadie tried to stop her but the man demanded all her attention and the pleasure she felt by her aunt’s skilled hand was too much for her to want to stop.  She started to suck his cock with an increasingly fast rhythm as her mother kneeled on her side whispering encouragement and advice.

She told Sadie, when the cum starts not to spit it out but hold it in her mouth.   Soon he came and she almost choked but managed to take the load.   Her mother told her to spit it into her mouth.  Sadie did as she was told to do.  Her mother eagerly accepted the spit and cum from her daughter then leaned forward and kissed her  on the lips as their tits and nipples brushed each other.

Trembling Sadie got onto the bed again.  Her mother went to the door, three more gentle men entered.  Sadie thought for a moment to cover herself but knew that was a silly notion.

Her aunt and mother sucked the new men hard as they became a tangle of limbs.  Sadie’s aunt kissed her way down to Sadie’s wet pussy and began to lap it.  Her mother stood over her face and lowered herself down, she drank in the musky odor and began to lap.  All sense of right and wrong were gone at that moment.

Her aunt moved away and she felt another big cock enter her.  She looked up to see her mother sucking on a huge cock as she licked her pussy.

After what seemed like hours of fucking, Sadie’s mother said there was one thing left to do.  Sadie knew what it was and normally she would have said no but now…….

Her mother and aunt shoved several pillows under her stomach to raise her buttocks into the air.  They gently lubed her tight anus.  Sadie’s mother told her to relax as one of the men slowly pushed his shaft against her.  At first there was some pain but then it slid in.  He let her adjust for a minute and as he fingered her pussy, he fucked her ass.  “Oh yes! Take me where I haven’t been taken.  Fuck my ass! Yes!” she cried out half not believing it was her voice making those words.

When he was done and pulled out the men got dressed.  Sadie’s mother held her.

Over the next few days of the vacation the men came back to pleasure the women, sometimes together and sometimes alone.   In the lobby of the hotel as they waited for the cab to take them back to the airport, Sadie stared knowingly at another young lady checking out.

When she came back she tried to make it work with Phillip, but his shortcomings were too much to be overcome.  She married another man, equally boring in the carnal department but much better situated.  She had his children and he gave her her holidays to the island.  Being practical, she made sure the upstairs maid was attractive, but no too attractive.

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I went to a finishing school for a few years while my father was over seas and I wasn’t living with my Uncle and Aunt.  he school was a nice place for the time it was with all the prim and proper things that an all girl school of that time needed.  There was also an abundance of horny young women running around trying to grow up to fast and I was one of them at sixteen years of age, but I had a large head start on most of my classmates thanks to my Uncle and Aunt.

The big thing for a lot of the older kids was to see how many teachers you could fuck in a year, it didn’t matter if it was man or woman as long as you got them in bed by years end, and yes anyone who ever went to a boarding school will tell you that this kind of thing did go on.

I had a large head start because I had been fooling around with my Uncle and a few of his friends for a long time before I started school and I was more then ready to play the game when I got there.  As I got well into the first semester of school, I hadn’t really found any teacher or anyone else I was attracted overly too so I mainly listened to the other girls talk about their fun.

Then I overheard some of my girlfriends talking about this older black man that worked in the basement of the school and ran the boilers.  A few of the girls had been fucking this black man and loved it, they said he was in his early fifties and they all told me when I asked, that his cock was the biggest one any of them had ever seen let alone fucked.

I asked around and found out that he lived at the school and that he would open his door to any young girl that knocked, so one night soon after that I slipped out of my room witch was in a different part of the school and into the basement where he also lived.

When I knocked on his door he opened it but didn’t act at all surprised to see a young white girl there.  He told me to come in and said he had what I wanted but I had better see it first to be sure if I really wanted it.  The sight of him, charcoal black,average height and build, not ugly or anything.   A slight paunch around the middle, gray hairs forming on top of his head but since I was a horny sixteen year old white girl, I looked right through that physical aspect.

He didn’t waste any time, as soon as the door was shut he turned around and undid his pants and pulled out his old black dick.   This is the very first black dick I had seen in all my teenage years.  It had to be around 7″, thick but not yet erect.

I guess my eyes told him I was a little scared because he told me not to get excited and to check it out before I ran off.  There was something in the way he said it that snapped me  out of my trance.  I went over to him, dropped to my knees, took that old black thing in both my hands, lifted it to my lips and kissed it.

“That’s it baby,” I heard him say as I started licking it.  It was starting to get hard then, so I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and took the big head inside.  I can still remember how nice and warm it felt.   By now that old cock was shiny from the saliva as I sucked it like I never sucked anything so sweet in a long time.  I really had to open wide to get my lips all the way around it as it started to get harder.  Like I said, I was only sixteen at the time.

I had been giving my Uncle head from the time I was twelve so I had gotten pretty good at sucking cock and loved doing it but this old black guy was a lot bigger than my uncle and the other guys I had gave head to.

It took me a little while to get the hang of sucking that old black dick but after I started to relax I could move my tongue over it and started moving my head.  I took his hand and put it on the back of my head like my Uncle always had his.  It scent chills thru my body and I felt my pussy getting wet.  By now that big old snake has grown to at least 10″ and I was having a hard time putting that big old black snake into my mouth.

I sucked his thick, big old black cock till he was ready to explode.  He had both his hands around my head and was fucking my mouth hard.   It was covered with saliva… that keeps it nice and wet.

I looked up at his coal black face and he had his eyes shut and beads of sweat running down his cheeks.  He was breathing hard.  When he started to cum he tried to pull out of my mouth but I wouldn’t let him, I had worked too hard for this to let him waste  it.  I had never tasted a black man’s cum before and I wanted this badly, so I sucked harder.

He twisted my light long brown hair in his hand and moaned as he shot his load into my hot wet mouth.  It was hot a lot thicker than the cum my Uncle filled my tummy with most of the time and there was a lot more of it, I loved the taste and the way it felt on my tongue.

I don’t know how many times he shot but it was so much I couldn’t swallow it all and felt it oozing out the sides of my mouth and down my cheeks.

When he had went limp I let his cock slide from my mouth, he lifted my chin with his hand and took his cock in the other and pushed what cum hadn’t dripped off my cheek back into my mouth where I licked off every drop.

“Damn little one you did this before haven’t you,” he said as he helped me off my knees, “Never to an old black man” I said.

He told me I had better get back to my room then but I told him I didn’t want to leave yet, I hadn’t got what I came for.  He looked at me kind of funny and went over and sat on the bed.  “You’re not like most of the others little girl, they get a little of my dick and their done, only a few want what you want.”  “Well” I said, “I do want it and I want it now, I want you to fuck me with that big black stick” I said as I lifted my skirt and ran my hand between my legs and over my hairy brown pussy.  I was wearing no panties and made sure he saw that.

He got up from the old bed, dropped his pants and said, come on then we don’t have all night.  I stripped as fast as I could.  My young white pussy was wet and ready and I wanted to get that old big thing in me as quick as I could.

I sat up on his bed and he started running his big black hands all over my young white body, kissing and licking my medium size tits (34D) and sucking my hard nipples.  Chills were running all over me as I watched and felt his hands and mouth.

I couldn’t get over how hot his black skin looked on mine; my pussy was so wet it was dripping.  He pushed me back onto the bed and pushed a pillow under my hips to lift them up.  Then he got in-between my legs and lifted them onto his wide shoulders, I felt his cock slide over my wet pussy and onto my tummy, he wasn’t real hard yet but I knew he would be soon.

“You sure you want this girl,” he asked as he slowly rubbed his cock back and forth over my wet brown hair.  “Yesss,” I moaned, “I want you to fuck me, I want to know for myself if you’re as good as the others girls say you are, FUCK ME!” I demanded.

I reached down and pulled my brown hairy pussy lips apart, “Come on fuck me now,” I moaned, “I want that big black dick inside me!”

He just smiled and put the head of that big black snake said “now girl,” I’m gonna fuck you good like no other white man has fucked you”.  Just then I felt that big head of that old black cock start to slither into my young brown hairy snatch and with one big push forward, that big black cock split right into my young and tender pussy hole.  I felt the heat radiating inside and outside my white loins as the old black man started to hump me harder and harder.  I can feel sweat falling into my pearly white breasts as he continued his onslaught back and forth, back and forth.  The bed was creaking like crazy as he pushed and pushed like there’s no end in sight.  I can feel my legs pushed apart as he continued pumping into my tender white pussy.   My eyes were closed and my hips in unison with his thrusting… on and on.  about 10 minutes later I started to feel something was coming on and yelling at the top of my lungs, “harder… fuck me harder… ohh,,, give it to me”.yessssssss… ohhhhh… yessssss… ohhhh… I’m cumming… ohhh… I’m cumming!   He moved his large black hands and placed them under my butts cheeks so he could get his big black dick deeper inside me.  He started fucking me again with frenzy… in and out…  in and out.  Again I felt my body tighten I started to shake.  I cried out as my emotions hit a wall, sending my body into a wild orgasm and all the hard core feelings that accompany them.  I rocked with pleasure breathing in short breaths as I came and came.  It felt so, so good… and finally he let out a big groan as he emptied his black seed deep into me… breathing hard and collapsed on top of my sweaty white flesh.

A few minutes later he lightly kissed and licked my dripping hairy pussy while I caught my breath.  Damn I said I was told black men didn’t eat pussy.  He just laughed as he got up beside me and said there was a lot about black men that I probably didn’t know.  He kissed  and licked me there for the first time, pushing his tongue deep into my pink pussy.     After a while I couldn’t take it anymore, my entire white body shook and I felt my tummy tighten once again.  I knew I was about to cum.  At this sign, this old black man was fucking me again like a stallion, he was fucking me so violently and with disregard to what I was feeling.  I knew he was getting what he wanted and I wanted him to take it all, I was his little white bitch for the moment and I loved every stroke.

Then all of a sudden something grabbed me inside, my muscles tightened and it felt like my insides slammed into my pelvis, I gasped for air, my mind was spinning, I couldn’t think.  Then the most fantastic feeling I had ever had came over me, and I just let go, I came in waves higher then I ever had before, wave after wave… like I never experienced before and  he wasn’t finished.  So I lay there with my white pussy being ravaged by this thick big black cock as my orgasm subsided.

I don’t know how much longer he fucked me before he came.  I was lost in time, never wanting this to end.  When he pulled me back hard to him and held me there with all 10″ of his hard black dick in me I knew he was about to cum.  I felt sudden warmth deep in my pussy he had filled it once again with his thick cum; I had never felt anyone cum in my pussy so I was surprised to feel this.  It was so nice so gentle, a wave of warmth  filled my young white pussy and cum dripped onto the bed.

I felt his now limp cock slip slowly out of my tender pink pussy and more of his cum starting to trickle out along with it.

He rolled over out of breath and said, “Damn baby, that pussy is so nice.” I just smiled and told him thank you.

He fucked me a dozen times more over that year, taking care of my white pussy the same way he did a few of the white girls in that school, I hated to see that school year end but knew I would never forget my first mature black man and looked forward to next one.

My advice to white girls is to try out some of that older black men out there.   They know how to take care your needs.   Trust me I’m already there many times.

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