Tara’s braless breasts jiggled playfully under her tight T-shirt, knocking against each other until she finally had to cup them with her palms to steady them as the car bounced up the bumpy road which led to the small Rocky Mountain town of Titshurt.

Her husband Preston, who was carefully maneuvering their Aston Martin Vanquish over boulders and potholes, had recently been hired to design software for a firm which was located in this small town. And yet here he was, ignoring the Vanquish’s GPS, and instead following the penciled directions on the back of a crumpled envelope.

The busty blonde kept a firm grip her tits to keep them from wobbling.

“Preston, I can’t believe we’re not lost. We left the highway thirty minutes ago, and this road has deteriorated into something like a pioneer trail. How could there be a town up here? Does a mail truck really drive up and down this gravel road every day??

There was only one reason a young woman as beautiful and sophisticated as Tara Brinks would be moving to such a small, secluded town: Preston, who had been earning $200,000 a year in Los Angeles as a software developer for a major Internet portal, was hand-picked by a firm which had just landed a multi-billion dollar account with the federal government – and had offered to double Preston’s salary if he moved to their home office in Colorado.

The firm had to approve every aspect of Preston’s life in advance, including his physical appearance, his personality, his taste in clothing, his wife and his lack of children. At the time the job was offered, Preston and Tara were engaged to be married, and neither planned on having kids. So it was an easy decision for Tara, since the salary was so high, to agree to quickly marry Preston and move to this hidden part of the country.

“Did you see the gray brick building at the bottom of the road, next to the highway?” Preston asked in response to Tara’s question about the mail service. “The US Postal Service, UPS, FedEx, everything is delivered to and locked in that building, and the town has its own pick-up and delivery system from there.?

The couple passed a sign which read: Almost There! Just 3 More Miles to Titshurt, Colorado!

“Oh, Tits-hurt!” Tara realized aloud. “I thought you said the name of the town was Tithurst! No wonder it wasn’t on the GPS.” She entered the new information into the car’s Global Positioning System, waited, then said: “It still isn’t on the GPS!?

“It’s a very secluded place,” Preston agreed, “I suppose because of all the top-secret government projects they work on up here. Like I said, no kids in the entire town, and even though there are plenty of single men, there’s not a single unmarried woman in Titshurt. There are no airports, helicopter landings are outlawed, and in fact, the airspace is restricted. The only way in or out is this little gravel road.?

When they finally arrived, the first thing Tara noticed about Titshurt was that it resembled an old west town, except for all the automobiles, and the modern clothing worn by its residents.

For one thing, Main Street was not only unpaved, it wasn’t even graveled. It was a wide, flat dirt road, like something right out of Bonanza or Silverado. Also, the businesses which lined either side of Main Street were all built with unpainted wood, and had obviously been built at the same time, as they comprised two long multi-unit buildings. And then there were the sidewalks: raised two feet off the road with steps leading up to each establishment, the sidewalks were made of unfinished wooden planks. The only thing missing was a hitching post and a trough!

Preston parked the car in front of the town’s only hotel. “This is it,” he told Tara. “This is our new home for the next few days. The real estate agent I spoke with on the phone said there are at least a dozen brand new houses available in our price range, so we should be out of here and into our new place as soon as we decide on one we like.?

Tara looked around at the residents of Titshurt, all going about their daily business. She was beginning to feel better about their decision to move to this isolated place, as she noticed that every man she saw was well-dressed, good looking and had a healthy physique. She also noticed the women in this town were very beautiful, and every one of them had firm, healthy tits at least the size of Tara’s.

“So what’s the deal… the only women allowed in this town are attractive ones, with big boobs?” Tara whispered sarcastically to Preston, giggling.

Once inside, Preston had a bellhop take their luggage up to their hotel room, and then a waitress showed them to a table in the hotel’s restaurant. The waitress was a beautiful blonde in her late twenties with a very large set of boobs.

“Hi, my name is Danielle,” she said sweetly, even though she appeared to be in a good amount of physical discomfort, “and I’ll be your waitress.” Danielle handed menus to the couple. “Would you like something to drink while you’re deciding??

Tara couldn’t help noticing the way Danielle kept stealing glances at Tara’s breasts as she and Preston ordered drinks. Tara’s nipples suddenly became self-consciously hard, poking though her thin T-shirt and causing little tingles for Tara.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” Danielle asked Tara, overtly motioning with her order pad toward Tara’s happy nipples.

“Um… no,” Tara replied, a little nervous. She hid her breasts behind her menu. “My name is Tara Brinks, and this is my husband Preston, who was recently hired by a Titshurt company. We’ll be house hunting this afternoon.?

Tara thought it was odd that Preston didn’t take exception to the waitress’s brash observation of Tara’s braless tits. In fact, he seemed to be a little bit amused by the situation!

“Well then, welcome to Titshurt! I’m pretty sure at least one of you is going to enjoy living here.” Danielle winked at Tara, nodding toward the nervous young woman’s beautiful rack.

But even though Danielle seemed to be putting up a good front, Tara could tell Danielle was in pain. She kept arching her back and twisting, as if her bra was too tight.

“The town’s only real estate office is right across the street there, to the right of the sheriff’s office,” Danielle continued. The hotel restaurant had a clear view of Main Street, and Tara and Preston could see both the real estate company and the sheriff’s office.

“A sheriff’s office?” Tara asked.

“Yes,” Danielle replied, “this is a small county, and Titshurt is its only town, so we don’t have a city police force – just a sheriff and two deputies.” Tara thought Danielle suddenly appeared to be even more uncomfortable, now that they were discussing the sheriff.

“Thanks,” Preston said. “We’ll head over to the real estate office right after lunch.?

“And be sure to make the Titshurt Town Meeting this Saturday night!” Danielle added. “It’s mandatory for the wives, and the men wouldn’t miss it for the world! Let’s see, this is Monday morning… so you still have quite a wait.?

Danielle was addressing Tara now, grimacing and smirking at the same time: “But the suspense will make the town meeting that much more fun. You’ll see, Miss Brinks. It only took me a couple of weeks to really start to love the town of Titshurt.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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My friend looked me straight in the eye.  He meant every word.

“Of course I know what I’m saying, Adam.  She’s yours.  Borrow her tonight if you like!”

Chris and I had known each other for many years.  Grown up together.  He’d married Kirsty only about eighteen months ago and I’d supported that decision in every way.  Kirsty was a great girl.  She knew how to have fun and she looked fantastic! Her long, black hair would usually be worn loose around her shoulders, framing a heart shaped face with pretty blue eyes.  She was a little on the voluputous side, but her figure was damn nice and athletic with boobs that gently swelled the roll-neck sweaters she liked.  She almost always wore skirts – usually quite short ones! – and said that pants were for men.  She is a very feminine woman.  If she has a flaw at all, it would be that she is maybe too accepting, too trusting.  She seems to accept her husband’s decisions as gospel and rarely argues.

That night, Chris and I were in a local bar drinking a few beers.  Nothing unusual in that for me, but since his marriage, Chris has spent a lot of evenings in with Kirsty.  I couldn’t blame him for that, but it had been great to see him out at last.  As usual, our conversation had turned to matters sexual quite quickly – we had exhausted the subjects of sports, politics and religion by the time our second beer arrived.  Chris had enquired about my recent bed partners and I had informed him that things were currently very slow in that department.  I wanted to ask him about Kirsty, but remained tight lipped; I didn’t want to disrespect him or his wife.  It was Chris that brought the subject up.  He must have still been under the impression that I needed convincing as he continued to talk me round.

“We’ve been talking about this for a month or two now, Adam.” He said.  “You know how submissive Kirsty can be and it was me that suggested seeing her with another man.  I know, I know.  It sounds really weird, doesn’t it! But just the thought of watching another guy fuck her turns me on like nothing else.” Chris took a long pull at his beer.  I knew that I should probably say something at this point, but I guessed that anything I did say was unlikely to help much – Chris was baring his soul to an old buddy.

“You remember, back in high school when you and I double dated the McColl sisters?” Chris was digging deep into the past now, but I certainly remembered.  “How could I forget!” I replied.

“Yeah, we really gave it to those two, didn’t we!” My friend continued with a smile of reminiscence.  “Well, the point is, we were all together.  You know, in the same room.  As Wendy McColl was sucking my dick, I looked over and watched you with Tracy.  The way you were jamming your cock into her pussy from behind had me shooting my load down Wendy’s throat in no time flat! Ever since then, I’ve wanted to watch, to be a fly on the wall, you understand?” I nodded as my friend continued.

“And now I’m married to Kirsty.  She’s a wonderful woman you know, Adam.  She’ll do just about anything I ask and the idea of “lending” her to another man seems to turn her on nearly as much as it does me.”

“But Chris,” I said suddenly finding my voice, “are you sure you want me? Wouldn’t a stranger be better? You know, less awkward?”

“Shit, Adam.  Haven’t we always shared everything? Who better than you? I’m offering her to you! Do you want to borrow my wife?”

After an invitation like that, it would have been difficult to refuse and I didn’t.

The walk back to Christopher’s house passed quickly.  We talked almost all the way, once again remembering the session with the McColl sisters and laughing over the fact that we had all fucked so much that night that the following day none of the four of us could hardly walk in a straight line! By the time we arrived at the house, I could feel my erection pressing against the crotch of my jeans.

“Honey, I’ve brought Adam back for a drink!” Chris called out as soon as we were in the front door.  Kirsty appeared a moment later from the lounge.

“Hello, Adam.  Great to see you! Did you both have a nice evening?” Kirsty hugged me close and planted a soft kiss on my cheek.  Normally, I would have thought little of the friendly embrace, but after tonight’s conversation the touch of her lips felt like an electric shock.

“Come through to the lounge, Adam,” she continued as she led the way, “what would you boys like to drink?”

Chris said something about scotch and I mumbled that I would have the same.  We sat in comfortable armchairs as Kirsty busied herself at the drinks cabinet in the corner.  I was seeing her in a new light now, and it was difficult to take my eyes off her.  As usual, she wore a tight fitting, white sweater that accentuated the curves of her breasts and a short, yellow skirt that finished mid thigh.  Without stockings or tights her legs looked good: slender and well toned, tapering nicely to bare feet.  There was some slow, soulful music playing on the CD and Kirsty smiled at me as she handed us our drinks.

“So, what have you two been up to tonight?” she said with a grin.

“Oh..er..the usual…um…you know!” I stuttered as I took a sip from my glass.  The strong taste burned my throat – I was thankful for the distraction.

“Kirsty?” Chris interrupted suddenly.  “I’d like you to take your sweater off please.”  It was said so matter of fact, so simply that I wasn’t even sure that I’d heard it.  Maybe I’d just imagined his words.  A Silence fell around the room.  Chris and I both looked at Kirsty.  I waited for her to laugh, to giggle or maybe even to explode in rage at the merest thought of such an idea.  But Kirsty just looked back at us, a sort of vacant smile crossed her face.

“Now please, Kirsty.” Chris prompted her in the same controlled voice.

Kirsty’s eyes lowered to the floor as her fingers gripped the hem of her sweater.  My God!, I thought, she is actually going to go through with this!

It seemed to take forever for the sweater to lift, but very slowly, first her tanned midriff and then a white, lacy bra became visible as she pulled the garment up and over her head.  I couldn’t speak even had I wanted to.  My throat was parched and arid, the scotch burning and warming my insides.  I gulped as she stood in front of us silently, the bra the only thing between my eyes and her wonderful breasts.

“And the skirt as well, please!” Chris continued with a smile.  I could see his face was flushed.  He looked very excited.  I heard the zipper on the back of Kirsty’s skirt being lowered and quickly reverted my gaze back in her direction.  Again, it was as if everything was being done in slow motion.  The skirt loosened around her waist and began to fall.  Slowly, slowly it inched over the tight swell of her buttocks and almost slithered down her slim legs.

“Now take out Adam’s cock!”

I had most certainly heard that and the way that Kirsty’s face broke into a wide smile, I knew that she had heard her husband’s instruction as well as I had.  Slowly she padded towards me; her bare feet making little or no sound on the thick carpet.  I looked at her as she approached; clad only in the white bra and matching panties she looked really hot – my cock felt so hard I thought it would burst!

My hands rested on the arms of the chair as Kirsty knelt in front of my and placed her fingers on my zipper.  I held my breath as, slowly I felt her hand move downwards dragging the zip with it and opening the front of my jeans.  And then her fingers were inside, exploring.  I gasped and cried out her name as her fingers dipped inside my underwear and found my throbbing tool.  The cool digits wrapped around my shaft and pulled my out into the open.

“You know what to do, Kirsty,” Chris said.  He looked over at me.  “Just let her do what she does, Adam.  You won’t be disappointed, I promise!”

I believed him.  Kirsty was already working my inflamed flesh between her fingers; squeezing the wide glans and easing my balls out and over the waistband of my shorts.  I watched in fascination as her head dipped lower and lower.  I could feel her hot breath on the tip of my cock and sighed blissfully as, eventually, I felt her soft, wet lips close over my erection.

Kirsty sucked like a pro.  Her head bobbed slowly up and down, her cheeks built up a fantastic suction and her fingers tickled and teased the underside of my balls.  Within seconds there were fireworks going off in my head.  I wanted to warn her but the words just wouldn’t form; my lips and throat were too dry.  And then suddenly it was there.  A strangled cry escaped my arid lips as the seed erupted from my quivering balls and pulsated through my shaft.  Kirsty felt me twitch and jerk.  I expected her to stop, but instead she adjusted the angle of her head and swallowed me deep into her throat.  I came and came and came and Kirsty swallowed it all as I emptied myself into her mouth and throat.

With a choked gasp, she eventually allowed my battered tool to re-emerge from her mouth.  Streaks of my cum stained her lips and she quickly darted out her long, pink tongue to collect them.  I sat back in exhausted silence; my best friends wife had just sucked the cum right out of my prick.  I was suddenly unsure of how I should be feeling.  For a moment I took my eyes from Kirsty and looked over at her husband, my friend.  I needn’t have concerned myself.  Chris had already released his own cock and had been silently masturbating as he watched his wife give me head.

“You may now do the same for me.” he said.

Kirsty smiled that big, goofy smile again and with traces of my cum still on her chin, she crawled on hands and knees towards her husband’s chair.  It was my turn to play the voyeur now and I couldn’t resist playing with my cock as I watched a wife suck her husband’s cock.  Kirsty employed the same wonderful technique as she used on me and positioned herself on her hands and knees with her head directly above Chris’ engorged erection.  She lowered herself down and I saw him disappear, inch by inch, into her throat.  But I am not the voyeur that Chris is.  The sight that turned me on the most was not the actual blow-job itself, but the sight of Kirsty’s panty covered, pert ass that was currently sticking up at me in a most inviting fashion.  My cock was still as hard as rock and I wanted more.  I looked over at my friend, my eyes seeking his permission, his approval.  Chris saw me and saw the state of my throbbing erection.  He nodded in silent agreement, a wicked grin on his face as he closed his eyes and reveled in the blow-job that he was receiving.

It seemed somehow more exciting to think that Kirsty didn’t know what was going to happen.  I got down on the floor as quietly as possible and crawled up behind her getting ever closer to her upturned butt.  She was so engrossed in what she was doing that she had no idea I was directly behind her until I grasped the waistband of her white panties and eased them over the swell of her buttocks.  She gasped slightly – an attempt muffled by Christopher’s cock in her mouth – as she felt my hands on her butt cheeks, fondling and stroking the smooth skin.  She sighed deeply parting her thighs to allow my hand to slip between her legs and touch the moistness of her trimmed vagina.  I dragged the panties down a little further, exposing more of her private area.  My other hand was between her thighs and my thumb slipped easily into her wet pussy hole.  She was obviously in a state of extreme excitement as well, for as my thumb probed her hole and my fingers made contact with her stiff clitoris, her vagina gripped my digit tightly and I felt the warm  fluid of orgasm ooze from her pussy and out into my hand.

I couldn’t wait any longer.  Chris was moaning and groaning as his wife fellated him.  His hard tool alternating between probing her mouth and being licked by her long tongue.  I took up my position behind Kirsty – cock in hand and aimed towards her wet and twitching pussy.  I pushed forward and three inches of my solid meat penetrated her warm, wet honeypot.  Another lunge and my whole cock was buried inside her to the hilt.  She groaned again as I thrust, pushing her whole body forwards and onto her husband’s tool.  In and out.  Deeper and harder I fucked my meat into her eager pussy.  I could see Chris’ face contort into a sexual grimace and knew that I too would soon be cumming again.

“On me…on me..” Kirsty gasped as she disengaged herself from her husband’s prick.  “I want you both to cum on me together!”

To demonstrate her point, Kirsty pulled herself from my cock as well and laid on her back on the carpet, her mouth wide open.  Chris joined me and we knelt either side of her.  We each grabbed a cup of her bra and dragged the garment up over her tits as we jerked ourselves off.  We pumped our cocks in unison aiming them at the prone body between us.  Chris came first with me only a few seconds behind him.  The room was filled with the noise of sex; groans and moans from all of us filled the air as my friend and I released a torrent of cum over Kirsty’s body.  Her face and hair were covered and her tits received a delivery of equal proportions.  It seemed as if we couldn’t stop the seed from flowing but Kirsty took it all, using one hand to massage the fluid into her skin and the fingers of the other in her pussy to bring her to another, shattering orgasm.

That night I stayed at Christopher and Kirsty’s house all night.  We shared the same bed and Kirsty got fucked over and over again.  Chris fell asleep in the early hours and Kirsty encouraged me to sit astride her chest and plunge my tool between those divine tits.  Her chest was streaked with sweat and semen which acted as a wonderful lubricant and I dumped my fourth load of the night between her heaving breasts.

Chris has said that he wants our little secret to continue.  The next time I am to take his wife out for the night by myself.  He has told her not to wear any panties and that she is to raise her skirt and let me or anyone else play with her pussy whenever we wish.  It sounds like a great idea to me, but I have the feeling that Chris will be around somewhere, looking, watching from a discreet position.  I doubt if he would let a chance like that go by without being able to witness it!

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My mother in law and myself had not gotten along from day one; at best we had an uneasy truce.  One day that all changed when as a favor to keep peace in the family I volunteered to covert a stack of her old video tapes onto disk.  That is if I did not bungle it too much; her words not mine.

Anyhow the process itself was fairly automated , though I would go through the files to make some adjustments prior to burning, and perhaps add a title or two. Maybe I would luck out and catch her doing something embarrassing, like being drunk at a party, little did I realize how much bigger the situation I would catch her in would be.

Midway through an insipidly boring family reunion as I fast forwarded the tape to ensure it would not catch or stop, I saw it; a woman in what looked like a locker room shower. She was naked wearing only a black full head bondage hood. Her body seemed to be covered in baby oil. Surrounding her were several black men, one of which she was sucking off with some difficulty (due to his great size).  She took it out of her bright red lip stick covered lips and gasped for a moment, as spit dribbled down her chin and said “My jaw hurts.” I had to stop the tape and rewind it and listen to it again. That voice, this no euro tape, it was the voice of my mother-in- law. Holy crap this was an amateur interracial porn video my mother-in-law had made when I was in high school and was first going out with her daughter, my future wife.

Thousands of thoughts ran through my head.  Should I stop watching? Return the tape? Destroy it? Blackmail her? Of course I was going to watch the tape. I wound it back to the start and turned it on.

The scene started in my mother-in-law’s former office, it was late evening, the tape seemed to have been shot during the eighties. Tad, her husband was with her, they were waiting nervously. A black man entered the room, followed by a black woman, who I assumed to be his secretary. There seemed to be a long pause, and then off camera I could hear someone prompt her to speak. “Look I will pay you and the company back the money.” She said a bit too stiff, maybe it was nerves.

The black man, Mr. Peters, as he was called later, looked at a sheath of papers his secretary had brought him. “You have cost the company over three hundred thousand through you poor decisions, you have that type of money? I think not. No we will sue you for the money, and possibly even look into a criminal complaint.

Both of them looked shocked, then my mother-in-law, Ann, said the one line you hear in nearly every porn film of this nature. “Is there anything I can do? Please.” The man thought for a second and then had her get up. She looked puzzled but did as she was told, he told her to turn around slowly, as he looked at her figure. It was not too bad, wide hips, a round ass, and nice fat tits.

“What is this about?” she asked.

“The company, at my discretion, could write this off as a loss. But there is a certain amount of risk involved, and there must be compensation on my part.” He said. He signaled his secretary to hand him a card from a folder. “Be there nine AM sharp.” He said.

The next scene had her and Tad getting out of cab near Times Square. Now this was not the Times Square you know now, this is the one in the bad old days of porn shops and martial art stores. They walked down the street to a dilapidated office building. The door man looked them over and directed them to the basement.

The next shot had them entering what looked like a shower area, with white tile walls, and in the center was what looked like an adjustable weight bench.  She whispered something to her husband and he said he did not know. At that moment Mr. Peters entered the room with two other black men and his secretary.

“Ahh, timely, very good. As you well know these are my two associates, and you already know my secretary” He said. “I will be straight to the point. We have talked it over and based on your long service to this company we are willing to help you out, if you help us out.” He said smiling a bit too broadly.

“I am grateful but I don’t understand. What can I do for you all?” she said walking right into it.

The men all unzipped their pants and pulled out three of the biggest, longest, blackest cocks I had ever seen. Her eyes went wide. If this was an amateur film that was some of the best acting I had ever seen.

“You mean? You want me too….” She said stumbling for words.

Her husband chimed in saying no way, to which Mr. Peters said, “Well that is a shame, I guess it is up to the lawyers then. And the police.” He added. Anne looked at her husband and then said, “Okay, but nobody must know.” Tad started to protest, but she told him it was either this or jail. The three men surrounded her, she reached forward and sheepishly grasped one of their cocks, and stroked it. The man on the other side cleared his throat and she grabbed his cock also. Mr. Peters stepped forward and took her two fat tits in his hands giving them each a healthy squeeze.

“You know what the funny thing is?” Mr. Peters said. Ann asked him what. He said, “There was a time I couldn’t get into your neighborhood but now I am going to be inside you.” He laughed, then he kissed her deeply. “I am going to fuck that tight little Jewish pussy until you beg me to never stop.” then he kissed her again, his hands squeezing her ample ass.

“Hmm! Your wife is pretty good.” The secretary said going up to Tad, she undid his belt, then his pants and took his cock into her hand and started to pump it. Ann started to say something but was too busy herself. “Yeah pretty nice for a white guy.” She said pumping it some more.

“I see your husband is enjoying some integration. Let’s see those tits of yours. Now!” he barked. Ann let go of the cocks she was pumping and shyly opened her blouse. I felt a little bit perverted watching my mother-in-law slowly reveal her tits, but not enough to stop.

She finished opening her blouse, one of the men took it off of her and then unsnapped her bra, letting her fat tits tumble free. Without further words the two associated lifted her tits to their mouths and sucked on them hard. They guided her hands back to their cocks to remind her to pleasure them. The secretary dropped to her knees and said “Not bad for a white boy at all.” And as Tad watched his wife being transformed into a love slave for black men the secretary took his cock in between her dark lips. Ann seeing this wanted again to call out but she was too busy. Each of the black men made out with her, feeling those nice fat tits as they did so or squeezing her ample ass. In the background the secretary was having her husband strip, warning him if he did not she would not continue to blow him.

Light pressure on her shoulders had her go down onto her knees until she was face to face with the men’s huge cocks. “Isn’t there something else we can do?” she said knowing it was falling on deaf ears. Mr. Peters, as the boss took the lead and rubbed his cock across her face, slapping her cheeks lightly, then he ran his fat bulbous cock head across her lips, the same lips that gave me such shit for dating her daughter because I was not Jewish enough. He told her to open her mouth as one of his associates held the back of her head. Realizing she had no other option she opened her mouth wide and he rammed that monster dick inside of it. Her eyes went wide with shock. She gagged and coughed a bit but he kept it in her mouth, her lips were stretched skin tight around his shaft as she struggled to take it in.

It was almost a relief to her when he finally took it out of her mouth telling her to lick his cock and balls. She obediently went about her task, then his associated violated her mouth, as he pinched and twisted her nipples hard, making her yelp in pain, but not enough to take the cock out of her mouth.

The camera swung over to Tad, “Come on! Be a good little boy.” the secretary said, handing him a pair of frilly pink lace panties to put on. “You want your dick sucked some more by this mouth you will do so.” He hemmed and hawed but in the end he did what he was told to do. “That’s a good boy.” She said going back to sucking and jerking his cock, as he watched his wife’s black enslavement.

The men had her stand up and pushed her over the weight bench. Her skirt was pulled up and her pantyhose and panties were pulled off. Mr. Peters got between her legs and ate her hairy pussy, as she squirmed, then started to moan. One of his associates told her to say she wanted to be fucked by a big black cock. She wouldn’t. But after some more licking, and a huge orgasm, she said softly, “Please, fuck me with your big black cocks, please.” The men smile, then each of them took a turn at licking her pussy. By the end she was crying and begging to be fucked.

Mr. Peters’ smiled and turned to his secretary. “Fix her up.” He said, she took Ann off stage, the men turned to her husband, “Go upstairs and ask the security guy for the box he is holding for me.  In his pink panties Tad argued he could not go upstairs, Mr. Peters laughed and then delivered a slap to his face so hard I wondered if it was expected. “You do what I tell you to do.” Mr. Peters said in a low voice. Tad thought to argue for a moment but when he saw the hand which slapped him raised to do so again, he left to do what he was told to do,  as the men started to strip naked.

Tad missed Ann coming out a few moments later, totally naked, the secretary had helped her shave her pussy bald, and had put a bondage hood over her head, it had mouth, eye, and nostril holes, and was locked around her neck with a small padlock. “I don’t know why you want me to wear this.” She said. Mr. Peters laughed telling her that it was a sort of tradition, or couldn’t she tell by all the other stains on the mask?” At that moment tad came back with a dolly full of coolers. The men each took an ice cold beer swigging it down, offering none to Ann or Tad. When they finished they tossed the empty cans aside and surrounded Ann. Mr. Peters got on the weight bench and jerked his shaft hard, then he wiggled it like a fishing lure, signaling for Ann to come to him, “Get on top of it, now.”

Ann looked at Tad and said she was sorry, she climbed on top of the bench and I watched her line up her pussy with his cock and slowly lowered her ample ass down, her newly bald cunt lips stretching as tight as her mouth had a few moments ago. Oddly I thought she looked like an obscene mushroom with a black stem.

“Oh fuck! It is filling me up!” she said as she began to bounce up and down on his cock. I could not believe I was watching my mother-in-law impaling herself on a fat black cock. What was I doing at this point as I watched? Jerking my own meat off as slowly as I could, as I watched Mr. Peters suck on her tits hard while she slammed her pussy against his cock.

Tad was getting slowly blown and jerked by the secretary on the side. “It is a shame that your wife’s pussy is going to be so loose afterwards.” She said laughing. “Once she gets that black dick in her she won’t be happy with white anymore.” She said jerking him faster until he popped his load all over her tits making the men laugh.

“Tad I can’t believe you did that.” Ann shrieked across the room even as she bounced up and down on Mr. Peters’ dick. Mr. Peters turned her around so she faced away from him, as one of the other men, wishing to shut her up, came across the room and grabbed her leather hooded head and shoved his cock into her mouth. She made a surprised “Mpphh!” noise as it was shoved none too gently into her mouth.

“You know the problem with you, you talk too much.” The man said as he ruthlessly throat fucked her. The third man came back into the room with a bottle of baby oil. He spilled it over her back and rubbed it in. Then he reached around to her front, lubing her big fat tits. He squeezed them and kneaded them until they were totally covered in that shiny oil. “Oh yeah this is how I like my sluts.” He said, as Mr. Peters had her turn back around without taking his cock out of her, he leaned back on the bench raising her plump ass into the air. The other man went behind her.

“What? You are not going to? Please no!” she said as the camera followed in a close up, the man pulled her butt cheeks apart and then slowly pushed that massive black cock into her pink little asshole. She groaned and begged him no to but he continued to push, his cock bent slightly from the pressure then it slid in with an “Ugh!” on her part.

“Hey what do you think of your wife now?” said the guy ass fucking her. Tad just muttered something as under the secretary’s watch he jerked his meat nice and hard.

After harder pounding than I have ever seen in even the most vile of Euro porn today the two men pulled out of her and jerked their own cum onto her tits as she stood on her knees on the floor in front of them. They made her rub their spunk into her breasts. Then she had to stand up and had to lean over to show her dilated pussy and ass holes.

Then she got onto her knees and sucked all their cocks hard again, I heard her complain about her jaw hurting her. The men laughed and helped her to her feet. They unlaced her bondage mask, opening the pad lock and took it off of her, she thought her torment was over, little did she know it was about to begin.

Mr. Peters went to Tad and gave him another bondage hood to put on his now black fucked wife, Ann protested as he pulled it over her head, but Tad told her he now saw they had no choice. This hood was different as it only had mouth and nostrils, she would be blind, and partial deaf due to the padding. To the side of the room at least twelve more black men entered the room as Tad finished lacing the mask up.  All the men entered the room naked. Tad tried to warn his wife but he was silenced with a hand over his mouth by the secretary who led him to a chair on the side. Once he sat down in the chair she got on top of his cock and slowly rode it as he watched the men encircle his wife.

“What is going on? Tad?” Ann called out to no avail. Two cocks were put in her hands and she started to yank them. Hands groped her tits and played with pussy, rubbing it. She started to moan. “Who is there?” she cried out as she came. Mr. Peters came close to her and told her it did not matter beyond the fact that they were all big and black and she would take care of each and every one of them.

Over the next forty minutes she had every hole stuffed by multiple black cocks. Practically any position you could imagine she was fucked in. A standout moment was when one man held her hips tight and slowly fucked her to the point that she cried and begged for him to ram her hard. She was covered with cum, the mask had dark stains from the loads she took in the face.

Meanwhile, after dumping his load in the horny secretary, the now servile Tad served the men beer in the background and was rewarded by being told to lay down on the floor as the secretary rode his cock again until he came in her, though I could not see the money shot.

Mr. Peters took the bondage hood off of Ann, and she stood in shock as she saw how many men surrounded her. He brought her her glasses, I wondered why, was she going to read something?

Then I realized, as she jerked and pumped each man, all over her tits, face and stomach. Some of the guys stood around jerking themselves off and letting her finish them off. One or two insisted she hold her mouth open and shot their loads off into it, though she clearly did not like it she did as they said, which made the scene even hotter in my opinion.

I watched the cum drip off her face and glasses, she seemed nearly ready to cry, then came part two, Mr. Peters said to her, “Now let us clean you off. You are after all quite a mess.” The guys surrounded her and Mr. Peters pissed in her face, followed by the other men. The urine hit her glasses washing some, but not all the spunk off of her. Even Tad joined the line. When they were done she really was crying, and I don’t think she was acting.

The men left after moving the bench away. Tad helped her up as the secretary turned on the actual shower. Stepping off camera she came back with some soap and started to wash Ann off as Tad watched. The secretary soaped Ann’s fat tits, I hoped it would turn into a lesbian scene but it did not. Tad held her saying it was all over. Ann asked where her clothes were, and off camera we could hear Mr. Peters clear his throat.

In another room, that looked like a dressing room Ann asked for her clothes back. Mr. Peters laughed and said he had some new clothing for her, and he had one more task for her.  The secretary handed her her clothing consisting of a short black plastic looking skirt, a tube top, high heels, so high she could barely walk in them. The secretary teased her hair out, and helped her to apply way too heavy makeup. Mr. Peters told her she now looked like the whore she was and she agreed. Tad, to his humiliation got a pair of way too short and tight denim cutoffs and a pink “I Love (with the heart) New York” tee shirt.

“Now walk down to this address I have a gift for you.” He said handing her a card. “Two things, you are never to mention this evening or return to this building, and if I hear you did go to pick up your gift the deal is off.” Mr. Peters said swatting her fat ass in the tight skirt.

A cameral followed them as they walked down two long avenue blocks getting whistles and odd looks. They turned down a side street and entered a building. The film picked up in what I thought was, or could have been, a dental office. An older black man came out and looked at the card and smiled at her. “Sit in the chair and pull down that top.” He said.

Ann got into the chair as the man went into a draw and pulled out several items, he put them on a tray next to her. He took some white powder and applied it to her nipple, which hardened immediately, she complained her nipple felt numb. “Wait what are you….” She said as he used a needle to pierce her nipple, he then slid the ring into place, a heavy one by the way her nipple sagged, and locked it in place. He cleaned up the blood. Then she pulled her tube top back up.

“Mr. Peters says he will be checking at work to make sure that that is in as a reminder of tonight.” Ann turned to go, but the man cleared his throat, “You still owe me for the ring.” He said unzipping his pants, she sighed and got onto her knees. Did she really blow him? I don’t know, as the camera cut to them in a cab driving home.

The last bit of the tape had her overdubbed saying how sore her pussy was. The tape cut to a game show.  I rewound the tape and started to copy it onto a DVD. Then I threw the towel I had jerked off on into the laundry hamper.  The bigger question was what should I do? Confront Ann? Say nothing? Tad had left her a few years ago for a younger Asian woman he had met in his store. I would have to give it some thought.  The one thing that made me chuckle was that out of all the lame gifts she had ever bought me, this tape was the only one that was worth the while.

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