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“Give it back,” yelled Kimberly, chasing her little brother down the hallway.



He was running with her journal open in front of him. His sister was nineteen years old and she still wrote in a journal, how pathetic. Though in defense of Kimberly, her little brother was eighteen years old and still was immature enough to sneak into his big sister’s room and steal her diary.



“Come on you little creep,” she hollered.



“You’ll have to catch me first,” he replied.



She chased him down the stairs. They crashed through the living room, knocking over a lamp in the process. Then they flashed through the kitchen where their mother, Mason, was standing over the sink washing dishes.



“What’s going on you two?” She asked, but they were out the door and in the backyard before she could even finish her sentence. She watched them through the kitchen window, practically adults and still wrestling with each other, rolling around on the ground like a couple of toddlers fighting over a toy.



Kimberly had developed nicely, beautiful long blonde hair, crystal blue eyes that could gaze you into a trance, and a body that most women kill for. Perfect, full and succulent breasts that bounced with every step she took protruded out from her chest. Her hips were wide and seductive, and she had an ass that was just the right size: not too small or flat, and not too big or flabby, just the perfect little bubble-butt, as some might say.



Jeffrey, on the other hand, was a completely different story. He was eighteen years old and he looked like he was still right smack dab in the middle of puberty. Pimples still covered his oily face; only a little peach fuzz was all that grew out from his chin, and he was still as afraid to talk to girls as a fourteen-year-old boy. Obviously his mother wasn’t going to come right out and ask him the question, but there was no doubt in her mind that this kid was still a virgin.



I mean for God’s sake what does he care what his sister writes in her diary? And why in the hell is a nineteen-year-old woman still keeping a journal hidden in her room?



Then the rolling around outside stopped and Jeffrey let out a high-pitched squeal.



Mason, concerned for her son, ran out the back door and into the yard, where she could get a better look at them and see what had happened.



Her jaw dropped at what she saw.



Sweet young Kimberly, the innocent and perfect daughter, had her little brother on his back with her hands on his knees holding his legs spread apart and the heel of sneaker grinding mercilessly into his ball sack.



“I warned you,” she hissed.



Jeffrey whimpered something inaudible.



Appalled, Mason yelled, “Kimberly!”



She let go of her brother and spun around, her innocent hands behind her back, while he curled up in the fetal position, whimpering like a little puppy dog.



“What on earth is going on out here?”



“It’s his fault,” Kimberly snapped back. “I told him that if he didn’t give me my journal back that I’d make him pay. He started it, mother. He was taunting me. For Christ’s sake I’m a nineteen years old! I deserve a little-”



“Shut-up,” interrupted her mother, her voice quiet and stern, no longer yelling. “You go into the house. I’ll deal with you later.”



Kimberly sighed, rolled her eyes, threw her hands in the air, and stamped along the yard back into the house, like a toddler marching down the hall and off to her room after a temper tantrum.



Mason watched her until she heard the back door shut, her eyes like that of a hawk, then she relaxed and knelt down beside her son, still curled up and whimpering. She stroked his hair and said tenderly, “Are you okay my baby boy? She really hurt you down there, huh.”



He nodded, tears quietly running down his cheeks.



“Okay,” said his mother, “Why don’t we get you up and get you inside, get a nice bag of frozen peas for your ball sack, and have a little chat with your sister about what she did to you, okay honey?”



He cradled his swollen manhood, whimpering on the ground like a puppy dog.



LATER THAT EVENING



“Kimberly?” Mason called from the bottom of the stairs.



There was no response.



“Kimberly!” she said again, shouting this time.



The innocent and perfect little Kimberly came out from her pretty pink bedroom, stood at the top of the stairs, and in her schoolgirl voice said, “You called for me mother?”



“Don’t play games with me young lady,” said Mason. “You did something really awful today, you know that? Do you understand how much pain your brother is in, how painful it is for a man to be hit there?”



“He started it-”



“And you didn’t even just hit him,” interrupted her mother, “You twisted your sneaker with all of your body weight on his poor little balls. You could have irreversibly damaged his testicles like that, you know, could have prevented him from ever being able to have children. Do you think that’s a fair exchange? His nuts for your Goddamned journal?”



“Yeah well I don’t think he deserves to have children. He’s a rotten little brat.”



“Kimberly!” shouted her mother, appalled at what she was hearing.



“It’s true,” little miss perfect persisted, “Besides, I didn’t hurt him THAT bad; you’re so exaggerating. I just gave his pathetic little marbles a taste of the bottom of my shoe, and he SO deserved it.”



“Is that really what you think, that you didn’t hurt him very much?”



She put her hands on her hips at the top of the stairs and rolled her eyes.



“That is IT young lady,” raged her mother. “You come down those stairs this instant!”



Kimberly yawned, unimpressed, and said, “I’m actually kind of tired, mom.”



“Right now young lady!”



The little princess sighed and nonchalantly replied, “Fine.”



Her mother watched furiously as she leisurely strolled down the stairs.



“Come with me,” said Mason, grabbing her daughter by the wrist and dragging her down the hallway and through the living room.



“Ouch mother! You’re hurting my wrist,” whined Kimberly. “Please let go or at least loosen up your-”



Just then they entered into the kitchen.



Kimberly couldn’t finish her sentence. Her jaw dropped. Sitting at the kitchen table was her little brother Jeffrey, naked from the waist down, gently rubbing ice cubes on two incredibly swollen and blue lumps that were protruding from his crotch. He was in so much pain, his eyes clenched shut that he didn’t even hear or notice his sister and mother come in.



“So, young lady,” said Mason, “Still think you didn’t hurt him very much?”



She just shook her head, her mouth open wide. Then, getting a hold of herself, she said quietly, “No . . . I . . . I didn’t know they were so sensitive.”



“The poor thing,” said her mother, rubbing her hand on her daughter’s back.



They both stood there for a few minutes, watching poor little Jeffrey rub ice cubes up and down his swollen nut sack. Then, wanting to give him a little privacy, and figuring that her daughter had learned her lesson, Mason said, “Why don’t you go back upstairs, sweetie, okay? You said you were tired . . . and you look tired . . . I’ll help Jeffrey upstairs shortly and we’ll all go to bed and put this incident behind us.”



“Yeah,” said Kimberly numbly, staring sadly at her brothers testicles.



Then she brought herself to look away, which was quite painful, and walked out of the kitchen. When she was halfway down the hallway, trying to get the image out of her head, Kimberly’s mother jogged lightly out from the kitchen and down the hall to meet up with her daughter.



“Kimberly hold on a second,” she called.



She stopped in the middle of the hall and waited for her mother.



Mason leaned in close to her daughter and whispered, so that Jeffrey couldn’t here, “Honey do you think you could do me a favor?”



“Sure mom, what is it?”



“Well, I’m worried about how Jeffrey is going to be through the night. I’d like to check on him every few hours, you know, to make sure that he’s okay. And I was wondering, since your room is right next door to his, if you could just get up a few times in the night and check on him? You’d save me a lot of trips up and down the stairs in the middle of the night.”



“Sure, mom,” said Kimberly, feeling good about her task. Taking care of her little brother would help to dull the guilt that she was feeling for being the cause of his painful predicament.



“Thanks honey,” said her mom, kissing her on the cheek and sending her off to bed.



“Goodnight,” Kimberly called down to her mother as she climbed up the stairs.



“Goodnight sweetheart,” said Mason heading back toward the kitchen.



LATER THAT NIGHT



Kimberly woke up in a daze, feeling around for the alarm clock on her nightstand that she had set to go off every two hours. The beeping stopped. It was in the middle of the night. She got out of bed, putting on only a soft plush purple bathrobe over her naked body and a pair of pink fuzzy slippers over her feet.



She stumbled through the darkness of her room, flashlight in hand.



Then, when she got into the hallway, she turned the flashlight and pointed it straight ahead. Her vision was blurry from having just woken up so she gave her eyes a quick rub, and then headed next door toward her brother’s bedroom.



Just before opening the door she stopped herself; there was a sound coming from the room.



Jeffrey whimpering.



She felt a pang of guilt slam into her stomach, instantly waking her up.



Then she gently turned the handle of the door, opening it just a crack, and softly called to her little brother, “Hey Jeff, are you okay?”



The crying stopped. Then in a voice scratchy from crying, he responded, “Go away.”



Kimberly stepped into the room and flashed the light on her brother. His face was wet with tears. Then she reached around in the darkness for his light switch on the wall and, once she found it, flipped it on. Both of them had to squint their eyes for a moment to adjust to the brightness. Then she stepped in further and sat at the edge of his bed and said again, “Are you okay?”



Jeffrey was naked beneath his covers. His chest visible, a few strands of black hair covering the acne that ran down his chest, up and around his neck, and down his back. “What are you doing in here?”



“Mom wanted me to check on you,” she replied.



“Yeah well I don’t need you to check on me; you’ve done enough already.”



She sighed and said, “Look Jeffrey, I really am sorry about what happened . . . things just got out of hand is all, and besides, if I had known how sensitive they were to you then I most certainly wouldn’t have done it, honest Jeff.”



“Yeah,” he said, thinking about what she had said.



She looked at him for a moment, and then she looked around his bedroom. Posters of swimsuit models and female celebrities with perfect bodies covered his walls. Assortments of hand lotions were lined up on a shelf, which Kimberly figured he most certainly didn’t use for his hands. Then she looked back at her brother, forced a little smile, and asked, “How are they doing anyway?”



“A little better I guess,” he replied reluctantly. “Their not as swollen as they were earlier.”



“That’s good,” she replied. Then she remembered how swollen they were when she saw him in the kitchen. The image disturbed her. Wanting to really make sure that she didn’t do any serious damage she asked, “Can I see?”



He gave her a disgusted look and said, “What? Why would you want to see? You’re my sister Kim; that’d be too weird.”



“Come on,” she persisted, “I saw them earlier. I saw EVERYTHING earlier.”



“You did?”



She nodded.



“When?”



“I was in the kitchen when you were rubbing ice on them.”



“You were?”



She nodded.



“Man,” he said, his face flushed with embarrassment. “You must think I’m pretty pathetic then if you, you know, saw EVERYTHING.”



She gave him a concerned look and asked, “Why would you say that?”



“You know,” he said, his eyes lowered to the covers. “Because of my size.”



She chuckled and said, “Oh please, Jeffrey. I’m not so judgmental that I’m going think you’re pathetic just because you don’t have a huge cock. Besides, I didn’t even get a good look; I was too distracted by how swollen your balls were. I just want to make sure you’re okay is all, you know? You’re my brother, Jeff.”



He sighed and, pulling the covers aside, said, “Fine.”



Kimberly looked down at her brother’s swollen package. He was right, his penis wasn’t particularly big, but she wouldn’t say it was small, more like average. She told him this much, causing him to blush. Then she examined his nuts. They were much, MUCH, less swollen than earlier, but they still looked like they were awfully sensitive.



“Does it hurt when you touch them?” She asked.



He shook his head and said, “No. It’s more of a ghost pain, like a dull throb . . . I’m not sure how to explain.”



She nodded at him and then began poking and prodding at them, rubbing them gently her hands, seeing if anything felt different. Her eyes being so focused on the ball sack that she was massaging, she didn’t notice Jeffrey’s growing erection until brushed against her wrist.



Quickly, she stood up and backed away from the bed.



Jeffrey covered himself back up and said, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to. It’s just–”



“No,” she interrupted. “Don’t worry about it; it’s not your fault. That’s supposed to happen.”



They both kind of nervously chuckled.



Then, after a brief period of awkward silence, Kimberly said, “It didn’t look small to me.”



Jeffrey sort of perked up at this statement, looking like his old energetic self for the first time since the incident, and said, “Really? I though it was, you know, pretty small.”



“Are you kidding me? Why on earth would you think that?”



He shrugged, “Just from things that I’ve seen.”



She smiled and, teasing like, asked, “And what kinds of THINGS are these?”



“I don’t know, just some things.”



She laughed, “Jesus, Jeffrey. What are you afraid that I’m going to run downstairs and tell mom if you say the word ‘porn’?”



“I don’t know,” he replied. “It’s embarrassing, you know?”



“Well it shouldn’t be,” she said. “I watch it too sometimes, you know. And besides, you can’t compare yourself to those guys. Their cocks are freak show big. Believe it or not those things wouldn’t even feel good; they’d just hurt. The girls on those websites are actors, you know? They only pretend that it feels good. Trust me, Jeff, you have a good size, a perfect size actually.”



“Yeah well how would I know . . .?” he said, referring to his virginity. “I’ve never even seen a girl naked, in person I mean.”



Kimberly thought about this and, figuring that it wouldn’t be such a big deal, said, “Well you could see me naked, if you want I mean. I don’t know if you’d think that’d be too gross or anything, I am your sister after all, but I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to see, you know? It wouldn’t’ be a big deal to me or anything . . .”



Jeffrey though about this and then said, “Yeah.”



“Yeah it would be gross or yeah you’d like to see?”



Nervously, he said, “Yeah I mean I don’t, like, want to or anything; you’re my big sister, you know? But I am kind of, uh . . . curious I guess.”



She laughed, “So is that a yes?”



He nodded.



Slowly and seductively, playing around like, she slowly slid her robe off. First it slipped softly over her shoulders, and then quietly passed her breasts, and finally dropping silently to the floor above her slippers.



Jeffrey gulped loudly.



Kim laughed and said, “Like what you see?”



“Yeah,” he said numbly, sliding one hand beneath his blankets.



“What do you think you’re doing down there?” She asked, just teasing.



“Nothing,” he replied quickly, as if she didn’t know.



“Psh,” she said. “You don’t have to hide it Jeffrey. I’m doing this for you to, you know, make up for what happened today. I want you to feel better. We can consider this making ourselves even.”



He cleared his throat and said, “Can you, uh, come a little closer?”



“Sure, I guess so,” she said, moving up beside the bed.



Jeffrey let his mouth hang open slightly. Since he was reclined slightly on the bed, his head was level with his sister’s neatly trimmed blonde bush. And her thighs looked so nice, thick and muscular, but not too muscular, and her breasts, they were so supple. He continued stroking his cock beneath the blankets.



Then, feeling bold, Kimberly lifted the covers off of her brother.



He didn’t protest, though he stopped stroking once he was exposed.



“No,” she said, looking down at his erection, covering his swollen balls, “Not a bad size at all.”



He chuckled.



“Would you like me to . . .?”



Jeffrey’s eyes widened, he looked frightened. “Would I like you to what?”



She laughed, “I don’t know. Do something, you know? I’m just trying to make it up to you; we don’t have to do this at all if you think it’s too weird.”



“No,” he blurted. “I mean, no I don’t think it’s too weird. Not no I don’t, uh, want to.”



“Okay,” she said, smiling down at her helpless little brother. “So what do you want me to do?”



He thought about this and then, in a robotic voice, said, “Whatever you think is, uh, appropriate.”



“Psh,” she said, sitting on the edge of the bed beside him. “Come on Jeffrey, your imagination can’t be THAT boring. I mean geez you spend half your day up here jerking off. Trust me, I’m not going to judge you or anything; just tell me what you like, you know, what your fantasy is. What turns you on the most?”



Jeffrey thought about this and then said, “Anal.”



Kimberly’s smile dropped down into a frown. She looked at him with a cringed face and said, “Anal?”



He nodded. “Yeah . . . why, is that, uh, too much?”



“Well,” she said, putting her hands in her lap and biting her lip. “It’s not that it’s too much, so to speak, it’s just that, well, quite frankly anal sex just doesn’t feel very good. It’s very, very painful, to me anyway.”



“But it would feel good to me,” he said in his defense. “At least . . . I imagine that it would, you know? I’ve never had any kind of sex before, so what do I know.”



“Yeah,” she replied. “Guys seem to enjoy it. But I mean that’s my butt, Jeffrey. Do you have any idea how painful it would be to have a cock as thick as yours shoved up there?”



“I don’t know,” he replied bitterly. “As painful as what you did to me today?”



That familiar pang of guilt hit her in the stomach. Then, quietly, she said, “No I guess not.”



They sat there in an awkward silence, each with their own thoughts.



Then Jeffrey asked, “So, uh . . . would that be, uh, all right?”



She sighed. “Yeah I guess so.”



His eyes lit up and his cock began bobbing up and down in anticipation of his sister’s tight, sweet, hot asshole.



“But just this very one time, okay? And this will be it; we’ll be even after this.”



“Definitely,” he replied quickly, not wanting her to change his mind. “We’ll be completely, totally even after this.”



“AND,” she said, lifting a finger, “You have to promise to stay out of my room from now on.”



He nodded, “Absolutely, Kim. Anything you say.”



“All right,” she replied nervously, a twinge of fear in her voice. “Let’s do this and get it over with.”



“Right,” he said. He sat up from the bed; cock gripped hard in his hand, and said, “I’m ready when you are.”



“What are you crazy? You can’t just put it in like that.”



“Right,” he said, shaking his head. “What am I thinking?”



Jeffrey got up from the bed and grabbed a bottle of lubricant from his dresser. He squirted an enormous amount into his palm and rubbed it up and down his shaft vigorously, the excess lube dripping down onto the floor. Then he looked at his sister and said, “Okay, now I’m ready.”



She shook her head and said, “Silly boy. You can’t just rub it on YOU. I don’t produce any fluids in there, so you have to rub it in ME too, coat the inside of my ass with it, you know?”

Trevon thrust his hard dick into the sexy white bitch on her knees in front of him. Her soft white ass was covered with red welts from his hand. She liked it rough and had begged him to slap her harder. She was in her forties and wasn’t young but she had a fantastic body with big tits, a tiny waist and a big round ass that was just right for fucking.



“Fuck me harder baby,” the white bitch panted as another climax shook her soft round body. He husband sat in the corner of the hotel room flogging his dick as he watched his wife get fucked. His hungry eyes gazed at Trevon’s big cock as it pistoned into his wife’s cunt and he could see her juices on the thick black pole. He had watched her with other men before but this was her first black man and while he didn’t have the longest dick of her lovers he was likely the thickest and he could fuck forever.



Sweat covered Trevon’s dark muscular body and his taut muscles rippled with each powerful thrust of his thick hard cock.



Denise collapsed onto the bed panting with exhaustion as her climax subsided. She was tired but unsatisfied despite her fourth successive orgasm in less than an hour. She spun around and pulled Trevon on top of her as she mashed her mouth against hers. She knew her husband Bill hated it when she kissed her lovers in front of him and she found it laughable that he wanted to watch her get fucked but couldn’t handle watching her kiss another man. ‘Fuck him’ she thought as she plunged her tongue into Trevon’s mouth and ground her exhausted body against Trevon’s hard sweaty cock.



“Lay back and put your feet on the floor baby. I want to ride your delicious cock,” Denise panted.



Trevon did as he was told and slid to the end of the bed. His feet rested on the floor pointing toward Bill as Denise straddled his waist, facing him, and lowered her dripping cunt onto his hard unprotected tool. He was normally the one in control when he had sex, especially with white women, but Denise was a take charge woman and he liked letting her drive for the night.



“God this feels so good,” Denise moaned. Her big round ass bounced on Trevon’s fat cock as she leaned forward with her hands on his strong muscular chest.



Bill watched his wife ride Trevon’s thick dick with rabid fascination. He loved the way his wife’s juices glistened on Trevon’s dark meat.



“Right there,” she groaned as another orgasm approached. She moved faster and faster on his delicious cock until waves of pleasure rolled through her body like surf crashing on the beach. “Yes, yes, yes,” the sexy married woman cried out loudly.



Denise slumped forward and caught her breath briefly before turning around to face her husband. She lowered her dripping wet pussy onto Trevon’s fat cock as she looked at Bill flogging his cock. She was amazed that he still hadn’t cum. When he fucked her he never lasted more than 5 minutes but he had been stroking his cock for almost an hour as she fucked and sucked Trevon and showed no signs of finishing.



Trevon put his hands on Denise’s hips as she rode him slowly in the reverse cowgirl position. He knew she was building to another climax. He couldn’t believe that she was so orgasmic. She had already had four powerful climaxes and she was still going strong.



“Do you want a better look Billy,” Denise asked her husband. She had never let him join in when she fucked other men in front of him. She had been angry and hurt when he first confessed his fantasy of watching her with another man but as they discussed it she began to warm to the idea. They began watching porn with threesomes and swingers and she decided, after several months of deliberation, that she wanted to do it. She wanted to fuck other men while her husband watched. The idea was liberating and the first time she did it she came more and harder than she ever had with her husband.



“Yes,” Billy hissed. He had long dreamed of watching his wife fuck a black man. His cuckold fantasies had begun not long after they were married but he had no idea where they originated. He had held onto his secret fantasies for nearly ten years before he told Denise about them and at first she was livid but he had persisted and eventually she gave in.



Bill knelt between Trevon’s spread thighs and watched his wife ride his thick black cock. His face was just inches from Denise’s pussy and he could smell the scent of her arousal. He had dreamed of being that close to her cunt while she fucked another man and watching Trevon’s fat cock stretch his wife was incredible.



Denise looked down at her husband and smiled. She could see the lust in his eyes. She knew what she wanted and she suspected he wanted it too. He just needed a little push.



“Lick it,” Denise said softly. Her voice was low and thick with desire.



Bill looked up at his sexy wife and then at the union of her and Trevon. Denise’s pussy moved slowly and hypnotically on the thick black cock. He could see the wet sheen of his wife’s juices on her partner’s dick. Bill knew what he wanted to do but what would they say. He tentatively moved his mouth toward her sloppy cunt. He could smell and almost taste her juices. His tongue flicked out of his mouth and touched his wife’s hard clit.



Denise moaned loudly. She couldn’t believe Bill had taken direction so quickly and willingly. His tongue strummed her clit as she slowly rode Trevon’s big black cock. Her body responded to her husbands talented tongue. Bill, for all of his shortcomings, had always been fantastic at oral sex and even with another man’s dick filling her hole he knew exactly what she needed. Her legs began to quiver and she sat down hard on Trevon’s big dick.



Bill’s tongue flicked her clit. His lips attached to it like a vacuum and Denise’s body exploded in the most incredible climax of her life. She cried out loudly and clutched at her husband’s head holding him tight against her cunt. He continued to lick her clit until her orgasm subsided and she pushed him away from her hypersensitive nub but Bill wasn’t finished. He moved lower and started to lick Trevon’s big shaved balls. He took one into his mouth and sucked softly as his tongue swirled around it making the black man moan with intense pleasure.



Denise watched her husband suck another man’s balls with wide hungry eyes. It was the most incredibly erotic thing she had ever seen.



“That’s it baby, do it,” Denise said enthusiastically. She had never seen two men together but she had long fantasized about it.



Bill continued to suck Trevon’s balls as his big black cock remained buried inside Denise’s wet cunt. He watched his wife climb off her new lover’s cock and without hesitation he wrapped his lips around the hard throbbing hunk of flesh. He had fantasized in the past about sucking one of Denise’s lover’s dicks but he never thought it would happen.



Denise watched her husband suck Trevon’s dick into his mouth and she moaned loudly. She laid beside Trevon and kissed him deeply. “Cum in Bill’s mouth,” she whispered to her lover.



Bill ran his hands up Trevon’s legs and rubbed his inner thigh as he sucked his cock. He was new to sucking dick but he knew what he liked and tried to mimic that. His right hand stroked the thick shaft as he sucked hard on the bulbous head. His tongue swirled around it making Trevon moan with raw primal desire.



“He’s good,” Trevon groaned. He knew he would not last long in Bill’s hot mouth and he closed his eyes tight and gave into his body’s animalistic urges. He had never been blown by a guy and as he approached the point of no return he wondered why not.



Bill worked hard on Trevon’s dick. He could tell the other man was close and he was anxious to feel and taste his cum. His right hand continued to stroke the shaft as his left played with the other man’s balls.



Trevon groaned and cried out loudly as he came. His cock spit hot cum into Bill’s mouth and the other man swallowed quickly without missing a drop.



Bill sucked and licked Trevon’s cock clean and then looked at Denise proudly. He wiped saliva from his chin and started to stroke his average sized pale white cock.



Denise had never been more turned on in her life. She quickly pulled Bill into the bed and mounted his stiff dick. Her curvaceous body moved gracefully over her husband as she worked herself into a frothy frenzy. She came hard and moments later Bill erupted inside her in a loud thunderous climax. She collapsed on top of Bill and kissed him deeply tasting Trevon’s cum on her husband’s lips.



“Next time I want to watch him fuck you in the ass,” she whispered. She felt satisfied and happy for the first time in years and she knew that their marriage was stronger than it had ever been. “I love you Bill.”



“Next time?” Bill asked playfully. “How about later.” He’d just cum but he was still horny and wondered how fast Trevon could get it up again.



“Are you game Trev,” Denise asked as she started to play with his flaccid cock. She kissed her way down his strong muscular body and started sucking on his dick.



Trevon had never imagined himself having sex with a guy and Bill wasn’t the best looking guy in the world but he gave great head. Besides, Trevon loved fucking ass and Denise was there so it wasn’t really gay, or at least that was how he justified it to himself. His cock grew hard in Denise’s hot mouth as Bill grabbed some lube from his night stand and handed it to Trevon.



Bill lay on his back as Trevon knelt between his legs with his cock in his hand. He poured lube over Bill’s ass and rubbed the bare head of his cock across his taint.



“Are you ready baby?” Denise asked as she stared intently at Trevon’s slick lubricated cock. It was poised and ready to enter Bill’s tight virgin ass.



Bill was amazed at how much he wanted Trevon’s cock inside him. He had always considered himself straight despite the occasional fantasy of the contrary. He had never been attracted to a man but he had on occasion wondered what it would be like to suck a cock. Even then he had never fantasized about getting fucked by a man.



“Yes,” Bill hissed. He was shaking with excitement as Trevon pushed his dick into his ass.



Trevon eased his thick cock into Bills ass slowly until he was balls deep in the white guys tight ass. He had fucked several girls in the ass and Bill’s smooth ass was even tighter that they had been.



Bill groaned loudly as Trevon’s fat cock split him wide. The pain was intense but bearable and as Trevon moved in and out of his tight ass it began to feel good. He grunted with each thrust of the black man’s big dick. He could feel the beginnings of a climax but it felt unlike anything he had experienced before.



“So hot,” Denise sighed. Her fingers were strumming her clit and she too felt the early signs of a powerful climax. “How do you want it baby?” She asked her husband.



“Harder,” Bill groaned. He had more to say but the pleasure he felt was so intense that he had difficulty speaking.



Trevon grabbed Bill’s hips and thrust into him hard and fast. He liked the way Bill’s tight sphincter gripped his shaft and he knew he was going to cum much quicker than he had fucking Denise’s wet cunt and Bill’s inexperienced mouth.



Bill felt his body go rigid. He held his breath as waves of pleasure washed over him and his climax seemed to go on forever. Unlike a normal climax his cum did not shoot from his cock but rather it bubbled from his cock in an ongoing stream as he trembled with pleasure. The epicenter of pleasure was deep inside him and it just continued to spiral outward until he went limp. His cock was covered with cum but he was still hard and his erection did not go unnoticed by his wife.



Denise pulled her husband on top of her and guided his still throbbing dick inside her. She thrust hard against him and quickly brought herself to a thunderous climax as Trevon resumed his hard pounding of Bill’s ass.



Trevon came next. He pumped hot semen into Bill’s tight ass and then rolled off him and lay on his back. His chest heaved and sweat coated his body. He was exhausted but as sexually satisfied as he had ever been.



Bill came a second time. His dick erupted inside Denise as her body shook from another climax.



“That was incredible,” Denise said weakly as she lay between her two partners.



“It was,” Bill agreed. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked over at Trevon. “You can fuck me anytime.” He smiled and kissed his wife deeply. “I love you baby,” he told her as she drifted off to sleep.



They awoke alone. Trevon had slipped out in the middle of the night leaving a short note and promising to call them. They didn’t know if he would but they knew their lives would never be the same.

One day over a year later, Christy calls me.



I asked her why she had not called me until now. She explained after having sex with all those black men she was pissed at me. I remarked that I did pay her well though. She agreed.



She said another reason she did not call was that she had became pregnant after sex with all those black men. But, how could she not have gotten pregnant after receiving multiple inseminations? I asked her what did she do. She stated she had an abortion of course. Her family would have scorned her had she delivered a black baby. I told her I wish I had known and that I would have helped her deal with the pregnancy. I asked her if she was okay.



“You mean am I okay physically?”



“Yea.” I exclaimed.



“Well, yea, I am fine, after I did that gangbang and had the abortion, I visited a plastic surgeon.”



“You did, why?” I asked.



“Well, after all that fucking I did, I was very loose. So I found out there is a procedure that is done to tighten the vagina. So, I did it”



“Wow! Really? I never knew that”



“Yep, and its nice to have a tight pussy again.”



“The reason Im calling, Christy explained, is I need money again.”



“Oh really, how much?” I asked her.



“Well, I guess five thousand again.”



“Okay.” I calmly said.



“So what do I have to do?” she asked.



“You know that white sun dress you have?”



“Um, yea, why?” she asked.



“Put that on, and that only.”



“No pantys?” she asked.



“No pantys. Do it now, Im coming to get you.”



“What do I have to do?” she asked again.



“Don’t worry about it, you gon earn the five thousand though.”



“Oh, okay.” She stated nervously.



Around 7:30 p.m. I arrived at Christy’s house. When she walked out, I could see the nervousness in her face. She was wearing the white sun dress and sandals. I could see through the white dress noticing she had no bra or pantys on.



As the sun began its descent, I drove Christy to the less fortunate side of town. Her face tightened and grimaced as I turned down a street parading black men everywhere.



“I knew it!” Christy exclaimed.



“What?” I asked.



“I got to fuck black men again!”



“Well five grand is a lot of money, so yea, I gon get my money’s worth.”



I pulled up next to a group of black men and announced I had some fine white pussy in the car. Immediately the black men surrounded the car. As they gazed into the car and viewed Christy sitting there nervously in her see through dress, I heard different remarks like “SHIT!” “OH FUCK!” “DAM!” “MOTHERFUCKA!”



I gripped Christy’s hand and led her out my car. I walked her into the back yard of some old wooded house with a pit bull chained to a tree and old cars everywhere. A group of about eight black guys followed us. I had Christy rest her arms on one of the old cars with her back to the black men and I.



An older chubby black man arpproached Christy and instructed her to remove her sun dress.



Christy looked bewildered and asked, “out here in public? Cant we go inside a house?”



“Don’t worry bout shit white girl, jus do wut I had said.”



I watched Christy slowly pull her white dress over her head and off exposing her slender white body to anyone nearby in the neighborhood.



The black man instructed her to lean over the car. “Put yo white ass up for me ho?



The old black man approached Christy from behind and pushed down his dirty worn pants, his big penis curving outward and growing. He gripped Christy’s waist with one hand and pushed his cockhead between her buttcheeks with the other hand trying to find the entrance to her tight pussy.



“Spread yo legs ho!” he exclaimed as his cock pushed against her vaginal opening. Her cunt resisted and his cock bent each time he tried penetrating her.



“OUUUCCHH!” Christy yelped as she felt the heavy dick begin to part her tight lips.



“Shit dis ho is tight!”



“OOOOOOOOOO…EASY!!!”



Christy’s eyes bulged, her mouth agape as the big penis moved forward and in reintroducing her to another black cock.



Christy’s small white body stood still, on her toes, her face squinting and grimacing from the forceful fuck her pussy was now enduring. She made no sound and appeared to be in shock. The black man gripping her small waist, holding her in place, working his stank cock inside her.



As I videoed Christy getting fucked, I looked around and saw other black men their eyes bulging, mouth salivating, and their cocks already out in their hand. Some were getting their cocks sucked by black women.



“Im bout to bust in you ho!” The older black man’s lips tightened, his old ass tightened as he felt his swell begin moving, his cock pulsating, and now spewing dank sperm inside Christy’s once bred womb. The old man jerked and gripped Christy hard bruising her waist emptying his full nuts. His eyes rolled up into his head, “Aww fuck ho, dat was fuckin good!” He released his grip on her waist, backed up allowing his wet dick to fall out of Christy. Her pussy immediately farting streams of sperm on to the ground.



Immediately another black man (skinny and hung) laid Christy’s dress on the ground and had her lay on her back on the dress. “Hurry up ho an spred dem fuckin legs!” Christy did. The skinny man quickly found her fucked pussy and pushed in. As he penetrated her, his cock now opening her cervix, he began kissing her, deep tongue. Christy’s eyes watered from the stench of his stank wet mouth over her mouth, his tongue filling her mouth making her gag. His cock working like a machine in and out Christy. He stopped kissing her and she noticed a black man stretched out his cock pointing at her mouth. She now smelled his piss stained unwashed hard cock. He instructed Christy to open her fuckin mouth, and she did. I continued videoing as she was now getting her pussy and mouth fucked. Soon the skinny man began jerking, his ass tightening, “IM CUMMIN HO! IM CUMMING IN YOU HO!”



He pushed all his dick in her, getting more sperm in her womb. The other black man continued fucking Christy’s sore mouth. “Im bout to bust in yo mouth ho, an you bet not spit dat shit out! You hear me ho?” Christy mumbled yes. “AWWWW SHIT, HERE IT CUMS HO!” Soon her mouth filled with sperm, she swallowed as each spurt shot in her mouth. “OOOOO Shit, dis a good white ho hern!”



Another black man helped Christy stand. Her pussy still vomiting sperm. He led her back to the car and entered her full pussy from the rear. After fucking her pussy a few minutes, he pulled his hard wet cock out and quickly pushed his slippery dick into her ass! Her eyes bulged again, her arms slammed onto the car, her mouth wide open soundless. She couldn’t move though, she was pinned into place feeling her butt getting violated hard. She collapsed onto the hood of the old car, her asshole opened up like never before, and her pussy still leaking cum.

If everything was going as planned Kim’s partner Cathy will have invited her man friend over by now. Kim smiles in anticipation as she hurries to get home at the designated time and “catch” her lover in the act. She can’t help but caress her erect nipples as she drives quickly through traffic.



They love each other so much. When Cathy jokingly suggested that she needed a man to satisfy her cravings, Kim jumped at the idea. It surprised her how much the thought of a man fucking her lover senseless, making her cum over and over, impaled on his cock, turned her on. Kim wanted to give her that experience, and she wanted to see the look on her face as she climaxed.



Kim moaned softly in excitement when she sees the strange sportscar parked in their driveway when she pulls in. She finds the door unlocked and can see a trail of Cathy’s clothing leading upstairs to the master bedroom. She follows, trembling in anticipation. She can hear muffled moans and groans as she nears the bedroom door. Could it really be happening? Kim quickly slides her panties off without taking off her skirt, and almost rips her blouse open in her eagerness. She cups her large breast in her left hand while reaching under her skirt, touching herself with her right, slowly rubbing her expanding wetness.



Standing there, she slowly cracks the door and peaks in bracing to see her “unfaithful” lover being fucked by some average guy. But Kim’s draw dropped when she sees her lover kneeling before not one, but two well built, very dark, handsome, black men, with one hand wrapped around each large black cock. Kim can see that her lover is really enjoying herself. Her lips are wrapped around the head of one cock, slurping noisily as the man fucks her moaning throat, while she strokes the other man’s cock vigorously, making a squishing sound as the skin slides back and forth over the head of his cock. Then she switches cocks, stroking the first and sucking the second.



After this back and forth continues for several minutes, the men suddenly lift her to the bed and lay her on her back. The first holds her shoulders down and the second kneels between her thighs and prepares to fuck her. Kim looks at the man’s cock and is amazed. It is at least 9 inches and thick, with very large balls hanging below. It is the color of chocolate and glistens with her lover’s saliva and precum.



Kim is rubbing herself hard now, watching every reaction of her lover as she prepares to get fucked senseless by these two men. A shiver runs up her spine as she watches the huge cock press against her lover’s pussy, parting the wet lips, and slide in a good 6 inches. Her lover groans loudly and starts to shake. The other man has both hands on her tits, squeezing, as his equally large cock rests against her lips. Cathy eagerly licks the underside of the black cock from balls to slit, as the first man starts to lift and plunge hard into her pussy. With each thrust, his cock sinks deeper, until Cathy is taking all 9 inches with each stroke. The man’s ass mesmerizes Kim as it lifts and drops while he plunges into her lover. She can see the muscles of his butt and legs ripple under taught skin. She can see his hard cock and balls sway as he lifts, only to disappear against the white skin of Cathy’s hairy pussy.



Cathy looks over at Kim seeing her masturbating and smiles with a look of total love and fulfillment, just as Kim starts to shake in orgasm. She arches her back, eyes locked on the black cock pumping into Cathy, and cries out as her body shakes violently and then falls to her knees. This in turn causes Cathy to buck wildly, flailing out of control under the powerful hammering cock, and squirting fountains of cum as her orgasmic cries are cut short by the other man’s cock as it is shoved down her throat. At this point, the black cock in her pussy is thrust to the hilt and as the man grunts and clenches. Kim watches his as he shakes violently, pumping cum deep into Cathy’s pulsing pussy. He then lifts suddenly, withdrawing, cock still spurting strings of white cum all over Cathy’s pussy lips and hair. He falls over onto his back, totally spent.



Having heard Kim’s recent cries of pleasure, the other man stands and walks over to Kim who is now on her knees after her orgasm. He takes her by the arm and guides her to Cathy, forcing her to eat Cathy’s cum drenched pussy. He positions Kim onto all fours between Cathy’s thighs and pushes her face to her lover’s recently abused pussy. Kim looks at the cum slowly dripping from between her engorged lips and tentatively stretches her tongue out to taste it, secretly delighted at the opportunity. The men laugh as she runs her tongue along Cathy’s pussy lips collecting spunk on her tongue and then swallowing it. Mmm salty. She then licks between Cathy’s still quivering pussy lips for more and starts to lick deeper and deeper try to get more and more cum dripping from her lovers vagina. These penetrating licks have an immediate effect on Cathy who groans and grabs at Kim’s hair, pulling her face and tongue deeper into her pussy. Kim collapses against her lover, her breasts on the bed, on her knees with her ass high in the air.



Kim is so engrossed in licking her lovers cum drenched pussy that she doesn’t notice the other man kneeling behind her, his huge cock fully lubricated, until she feels the head of it press against her anus. Before she has time to react, the man has grabbed her hips and pulled her hard onto his cock. Kim feels the incredible pressure on her ass spread wide as the cock slowly impales her, parting her puckered skin, and sliding deep into her ass. Kim cries out, just as Cathy lifts her pussy to her mouth, smothering the noise.



It feels like the entire length of the huge black cock is buried in Kim’s ass, but in actuality only the first two inches are. Cathy lifts her head to see the remaining 7 inches protruding from Kim’s beautiful ass. After the initial shock and burning gives way to numbness, Followed shortly thereafter by pleasure, Kim pushes back against the probing cock, pushing it deeper with each thrust, until his balls slap against her skin, over and over.



As Kim becomes accustomed to being savagely ass fucked, she returns her attention to Cathy’s cum covered pussy. She cleans the cum off her clit with quick flicks of her tongue. She then slides a finger into her lovers pussy to feel the cum within, displacing it as she starts to finger fuck her. She watches it drip from between her engorged pussy lips, running slowly across her puckered ass hole. Then quickly Kim reaches out with her tongue and catches it before it can fall to the bed, slowly rimming Cathy’s sensitive anus.



Kim can feel the cock in her ass get harder and harder, and can hear the heavy grunts of the man’s efforts become more ragged and irregular. Then she feels him reach under and start rubbing her. Cathy watches her lover losing the struggle to remain composed. With each thrust into her ass, Kim’s tongue and lips slide from Cathy’s clit. She watches the large black cock emerge and plunge into Kim, while 3 of her fingers push in unison into Cathy’s pussy.



But it is the look on Kim’s face, the intent look just before she cums, that sends Cathy over the edge. She arches her back, lifting her pussy hard into Kim’s face before bucking wildly, powerful contractions squirting juices in the air like a fountain against Kim’s face. This in turn triggers Kim’s orgasm, knees giving, body spasms squeezing the hard black cock in her ass, urging it to cum. The man thrusts deep, his entire cock buried in Kim’s ass. He grunts loudly, lifting Kim off the ground, impaled by his cock. Barely couscous, Kim feels jets of hot cum fill her ass in spurts until he slowly withdraws leaving a trail of cum dripping from her ass.



The men lay back, utterly spent and watch Cathy lovingly embrace Kim. They kiss deeply and hold each other tight.



While this wasn’t exactly what Kim envisioned, she was more than happy with the results. Not only did Cathy fulfill her lust for cock, Kim found and fulfilled a new desire of her own. Sharing their love only makes it so much stronger.

Ever since I was a kid growing up, my favorite dessert has been Boston Cream Pie. Little did I know that, as a grown and married man, I would one day live in Boston and eat a creampie of a different sort, courtesy of my whore wife. But before the shouts of “wimp cuckold” are unfurled, let me start my story nearer the beginning…



It was February 14. Since December 31, it had been six weeks from hell due to the year-end financial reporting period. My accounting brain was fried, and I could barely tell a debit from a credit.



Pat, my department’s administrative assistant, poked her head around the corner of my cubicle. “Package for you, Rob,” she announced in her high-pitched, almost childlike voice. Gum smacking, she handed me a brown padded envelope.



I looked at the return address: it was from Sloan Detective Agency. Pat had remained in the doorway (at least, where there would be a door if I had one — with apologies to Dilbert).



She peered over her half-glasses, waiting for me to open the envelope. “I’d have opened it for you, as per usual, except it was marked ‘Personal and Confidential’,” she explained.



“Um, Pat, it’s marked that way for a reason,” I countered. I glared at her, waiting for her to take the hint. Finally, the light bulb turned on.



“Yeah, well, I’ve got work to do,” she said, “let me know if you need anything.”



After she had left, I took a pair of scissors from my desk drawer. The company was too cheap to spring for letter openers, and besides, we now did most of our business electronically. I used the thin edge of the closed scissors to open the envelope.



Inside, I found a bill and a DVD case. The bill for $300 plus tax from the detective agency was discreetly marked as “Surveillance Video.”



My fingers began to shake as I held the disk gingerly, as if it were a bomb about to explode. Perhaps it was.



I knew that I couldn’t wait until time to go home to see the video. I took an early lunch break, bringing my laptop PC down to my car in the parking deck. Accountants carrying laptops during the year-end reporting period raise no suspicions whatsoever.



Thankfully, the parking deck was only slightly chilly. February in Boston can be mighty cold when one is fully exposed to the elements. As I sat shivering in the front seat, I flipped the video disc into the DVD player. As it began to play, sweat formed on my lip and brow, despite the chill.



There were no introductions to start the film, no credits to roll. The opening shot from the camera appeared to be taken from inside a closet, looking out into a room.



The drapes were open at the far end of the room, and the room contained a king sized bed, end tables and lamps, a television, a desk and a dresser. It was obviously a hotel room.



A blur went by the camera from off screen to the interior of the room. As the figure slowed down, the camera focused. The figure in the room was Lori, my wife.



Lori wore a white terry cloth robe, the kind the hotel leaves in the closet. She sat on the edge of the bed and fidgeted.



She had a worried look on her face, as if she were struggling with a decision. “Fuck it,” she muttered.



Moments later, there was a knock on the door. The cameraperson apparently became bold, seemingly leaning out of the closet to follow Lori’s path to the door.



Lori peered through the peep hole. She unlatched the door and opened it a crack.



“May I help you?” she asked.



“Got a date with a lady,” a man’s voice replied.



“What’s the password?” queried Lori.



“Slut wife,” the man returned.



“Bingo,” said Lori. Lori opened the door wide and invited the man in. She then shut and locked the door behind him.



I sat in my car, somewhat stunned at what I was seeing and hearing. I continued to watch and listen to the video, feeling the chill in the air.



“How much?” the man asked.



“Depends on what you want me to do,” Lori replied with a smile. The camera focused on her face, catching a devilish grin. “Two hundred dollars for each orifice.”



“So six hundred if I want everything?”



“The man can do some math. What a surprise!” Lori heckled.



The man, now fully visible to the camera, wore dark sunglasses and a dark mustache. He pulled out his wallet.



“Six Ben Franklins,” he said, counting them out and handing them to Lori. She stuffed them into the pocket of the robe.



Turning toward the camera, Lori again had a look of indecision on her face. Overcoming that emotion, she reached for the sash of her robe and undid it.



She thrust the robe on to the desk and turned back toward the man. She was wearing a black, skanky chiffon night gown.



“Like what you see?” she asked the man.



The sweat on my brow and lips became profuse. My armpits began to flow with perspiration as well.



I couldn’t believe what I was seeing on video. My wife of sixteen years, down to her skivvies, accepting $600 to have all of her orifices filled!



“I like it so far, but I don’t see enough,” the man barked, “I want to see you take it all off.”



Lori hesitated, then reached for the hook and eye on the front of the sheer jacket to her nightie. It was tossed on top of the robe, leaving her in only a bra, panties, and stockings.



The camera zoomed in on her bra. Her nipples were easily visible through the thin black mesh. The camera panned down, and her trimmed bush formed a shadow behind the see-through panties.



“I want YOU to take them off,” she cooed to the man.



Holy shit! Was that my wife talking? My shy, conservative, demure, never-take-control wife?



“Gladly,” said the man, “but first you have to kiss me on the lips.”



What the hell? I thought. Doesn’t that prick know that whores don’t kiss their tricks? Didn’t he ever watch ‘Pretty Woman’?



But there she was, leaning in to kiss him, him taking her in his arms, the two entwined in a flying liplock. The camera zoomed in again, and I’m sure I saw some tongue action going on.



While they were still entwined, the man began fumbling with the black lacy bra. After several moments and Lori’s exclamation not to rip it, the bra went flying onto the stack of clothes on the desk.



The man groped her breasts and licked her erect nipples. Lori gasped in delight. He then leaned down and grasped the elastic band of Lori’s lacy panties.



I held my breath as I watched the panties drop to the floor on the video. I couldn’t believe it.



There stood my lovely Lori, still in great shape after all these years, naked in all her glory in front of the camera — about to earn six hundred bucks the hard way. Or was it the easy way?



The man stood back and asked her to turn around slowly for him. He admired her full breasts, her somewhat plump but shapely ass, her supple legs — and then he crassly reached in and stuck his fingers right into her crotch.



She gasped and protested that she needed to be wet before he’d be able to penetrate her. He licked her juices off of his fingers and said, “Looks like you’re doing a pretty good job of it already.”



She protested momentarily, then gathered herself and said, “Maybe it would help set the mood if you were naked too.” Again, I couldn’t believe this was my old-fashioned wife speaking these words.



I heard a car engine near mine start up. I quickly flipped the laptop screen down until the car had gone from the parking deck.



When I flipped the screen back up, Lori was just finishing getting the man’s underwear off. She went down on her knees to get his jockeys to the floor, then went down on his cock and started giving him a blow job. The camera zoomed in on the man’s bulging boner disappearing into my wife’s beautiful mouth.



As I watched, I began to think back over our sixteen years of marriage. I couldn’t remember my wife ever before deep-throating my cock; but here on camera, she was taking the man’s penis all the way in her throat until it hit her gag nerve.



Before long, I heard the man grunt and saw his body spasm. The photographer in the closet got the camera to maximum magnification, just in time to see Lori smile and dribble some of the man’s cum from the edge of her lip.



Sitting there in my vehicle, I must admit that seeing this on camera was getting me hard. My wife had never been a cum slut, but this experience seemed to be liberating her. Nonetheless, despite my arousal, I was shocked to see her doing that.



The man picked up his pants from the floor and reached into the pants pocket. He popped what appeared to be two little blue pills into his mouth.



Lori had stood up after swallowing his cum. He led her over to the bed and bent her over the edge. “I wanna do it doggy style,” he said.



“Is your cock going to be ready this soon?” she asked.



“Just talk dirty to me, and I’ll be okay,” he replied.



“Dirty? Like what?”



“Tell me what you want me to do to you.”



“I want you to fuck me — fuck me hard! Stick that cock in my cunt and fill me up with your jism!” she shouted.



“What — no condom?” he asked.



“Condoms are for wimps. I’m feeling slutty. I want to ride you bareback!” she exclaimed.



I nearly passed out in the car. I couldn’t believe my ears. What had gotten into my wife, besides a hot prick?



Speaking of which, I watched in frozen fascination as he leaned her further over and lined up his penis with her lovely slit, then pushed his cock past her labia so that half of his length disappeared inside her.



“MMMM-OOOOOH,” she moaned at top volume. It dawned on me that she was never so vocal at home, and she almost never let me enter her without eating her out or otherwise preparing her first. She must have been really excited and wet to take the man’s cock without the benefit of foreplay.



As they rocked and shook the bed, Lori’s tits bobbed back and forth to the rhythm of his thrusts, just like on porn movies. That’s how you know whether there’s real penetration — only the X-rated shows have that mutual rhythm down, whereas the R-rated ones with the fake penetration are always out of sync. Lori was definitely being penetrated onscreen.



Lori started to moan louder, almost a shout. I recognized other signs of her impending orgasm as well, though usually she only cums through oral stimulation rather than penis-in-vagina friction.



Did I see the man’s finger penetrating her along with his cock? Or was he just frigging her clit? It was hard to tell since he was doing her doggy style, so her clit was down instead of up, and his balls were in the way of the view.



The man was lost in a frenzy and surely wasn’t aware of what he was doing himself.



As if on cue, the man pulled out before letting her cum and rolled Lori over on to her back, missionary style. She spread her legs wide, her pussy lips gaping in invitation. The man re-inserted his cock into her slit and began thrusting again.



It didn’t take long for Lori to approach climax again. This time, the man was reaching the throes of an orgasm as well. The little blue pills seemed to be doing their job just fine.



“I’m going to cum again!” he shouted.



“Spew your spunk into me!” she squealed, “I’m cumming too!”



Their shouts and moans filled the room. I wondered, as I sat there watching, what the cameraperson thought about this as he or she was filming it. “It’s a dirty job, but somebody’s gotta do it,” I thought out loud.



Lori and the man slumped onto the bed in momentary exhaustion. They rolled toward the middle and hugged and whispered. It seemed to be such an INTIMATE moment!



All sorts of emotions overwhelmed me. I was shocked at what I saw but my cock was swelling to epic proportions. What would Lori say when I took this home to her?



But the video wasn’t quite finished yet. After roughly eight minutes more of run time, the two of them moved from snuggling to a more passionate embrace.



Again, I saw some tongue action. The thought returned: aren’t they forgetting about ‘Pretty Woman’?



The man hopped off the bed and again grabbed his pants and reached into the pocket. He had a small tube, and it was quickly evident that it was KY Jelly.



“Ready to earn the last two hundred bucks?” he taunted.



Lori looked doubtful. “I’ve — I’ve — I’ve never done THAT before,” she said.



“What do you mean by ‘THAT’?” the man asked. Lori looked down in shame. “Come on, now — I want to hear you say it!”



“I’ve never done anal before,” she confessed.



It was true. In all our sixteen years, she had never let me in her back door. Sure, she’d let me rub it or even poke a lubed finger partway inside occasionally, but my prick had never been there.



Now, she was about to be taken from behind — for a lousy two hundred dollars.



However, I was enthralled by what I was seeing. Lori got on all fours on the bed, ass pointed toward the camera.



The man ran some KY around two of his fingers, then twirled the fingers around the rim of her sphincter. He soon worked both fingers to knuckle depth past her rose bud.



“I’m going to fuck your virgin ass right here and now,” the man said, “is that what you want?”



Lori didn’t hesitate this time. “Oh, YES,” she cried, “I want you to fuck me in the ass — RIGHT NOW!!!”



This was too much. I was almost embarrassed to watch the video. But it was so HOT!



I watched him push his erect cock against her asshole with his fingers, working it around the rim, then plunging it in a little at a time. She let out a loud whimper when it was about a quarter of the way in.



He hesitated to let her adjust to his size, then he began slowly rocking inside her. His penis disappeared all the way into her. She reached around and grasped his buttocks in an effort to pull him all the way into her back channel.



He then reached around to finger her pussy while he continued thrusting his cock in her ass. They found a mutual rhythm. He continued to finger her pussy with one hand and began tweaking her nipples with the other. He leaned down and trailed kisses down her back and onto her rump.



Before long, the two of them were cumming onscreen again. I looked at my watch and saw that I was past due back from my early lunch break.



Well, I had seen what I had hired the detective agency to do for me. Here it was Valentine’s Day, and Lori and I had special plans for the evening. This video was going to make those plans interesting.



I was hot and bothered and stunned. I wondered aloud whether she had spent six hundred dollars on my gift. I had run up a three hundred dollar bill acquiring this video, and I was going to give it to her tonight.



The rest of the day seemed to run interminably long, and when one of the accounting heads asked if I could work late to begin some tax season preliminaries, I nearly told her to eat shit and die.



I managed to simply remind her that it was Valentine’s Day and that I had plans with my wife. She looked at me like I was some sort of freak. The rumors about accounting nerds having not a romantic bone in their bodies is almost universally true.



I stopped and picked up some flowers and candy on the way home. Thankfully, I had thought to pre-order, as I knew from working at a florist in college that this was their busiest day of the year.



Roses, mixed chocolates, and a $300 DVD — these were my gifts to give to Lori. Lori, on the other hand, awaited me with a bottle of wine and dressed in a black chiffon negligee — one that looked eerily familiar.



Lori poured the wine. I gave her the roses and chocolates. The DVD remained behind my back for the moment.



I offered to give a toast as we both held our glasses.



“To whoring,” I said flatly.



Lori stared at me blankly. I handed her the DVD.



“So what’d you do with the six hundred bucks?” I asked.



She started to speak.



“Well, um, I put it in the bank — I’m not comfortable carrying that much cash around,” she replied simply.



“I’ll need to use half of it, to pay the photographer,” I replied.



“The one from the detective agency?” she asked.



“Yeah,” I answered, “they did a good job. I knew they were used to this type of work, and could handle it discreetly.”



“Did you ever find out whether it was a man or a woman?” she inquired.



“Nah — I didn’t want to know. Just wanted them to photograph from the closet and keep out of the way of our little rendezvous.”



“I’m glad. I was so embarrassed at first, knowing that they were filming us naked, and especially that they were filming us having sex. But after a while I got so into the role that I almost forgot. It would have been a lot more awkward if the person had shown himself — or herself — while we were fucking.”



“Yeah,” I responded, “as it was, you made a great hooker and I made a rather studly john.” I picked the dark sunglasses and fake mustache up from the table and laughed.



“Well, let’s see the video!” she exclaimed happily.



We went to the living room and I flipped the disc into the DVD player. With it being Valentine’s Day, Lori’s mom had taken the kids to her house to give us the night alone together, so we didn’t have to retreat to the bedroom.



When she saw the shadowy figure enter the hotel room onscreen, wearing the sunglasses and mustache, she pointed at me with a crooked finger and shouted, “You da MAN!”



“Yes, I certainly am,” I replied, “and you can be my little slut wife any time!”



“Only for you!” she laughed.



The onscreen action was even hotter the second time around, surely because this time I was watching it with my lovely and truly loving wife. Neither of us were good actors, certainly screwing up the role of a prostitute and her trick, but certainly screwing well in the role of husband and wife.



We soon left our clothes strewn in heaps on the floor, and we were banging for all we were worth on the couch, over the coffee table, and even leaning against the TV as we watched ourselves on video.



I even found the little blue pills, a prescription I’d first had filled specifically for the film, to allow us — or more correctly, me — to keep pace with the film. I also found the KY jelly for a re-enactment, and to my delight, Lori was fully into it. We held nothing back from each other.



As the film neared its end, I had again cum three times, and Lori twice, just as in the film. But this time, I wanted to even the score, so to speak. No, not revenge, for those of you still intent on torching the bitch.



I gently eased Lori back in the La-Z-Boy recliner. She was still naked and beautiful, and I proceeded to pleasure her with a leisurely round of muff diving. With her knees spread apart and my head between her legs, I suckled and slurped and fingered and prodded until I brought her to the precipice of a writhing orgasm.



I love the feel of her pulsating, throbbing vaginal muscle responding to my oral ministrations. As I took her over the edge, her clenching vagina spewed a healthy dose of the spunk that I had deposited into her love tunnel, just a short while ago, into my mouth. “What the hell?” I thought, and swallowed. Creampie — in Boston, no less.



After Lori plateaued from her orgasm, she said, “Thanks, Rob — that was WONDERFUL. I know you usually only eat my pussy as foreplay to get me wet and ready, but it felt downright blissful to have you do it AFTERWARD. Between that and the wine, I’m going to sleep like a baby tonight.”



“If that’s what it takes to make her happy, then it’s my treat,” I thought to myself.



After all of our lovemaking and the film had ended, Lori and I sat hand in hand on the couch, drinking wine and snuggling. I couldn’t contain my curiosity.



“What made you agree to do the X-rated video with me, sweetheart?” I asked. “You’ve always been so straight-laced about things like that.”



Lori blushed and then smiled. “Valentine’s Day is supposed to be for doing something special for the one you love. Happy Valentine’s Day, Rob. I love you!”



THE END



P.S. Please vote and give comments. I know Loving Wives is a tough category, and I used a fair bit of satire and irony to push the envelope and deceive the reader, but hopefully there was something for all to enjoy and little for any to be truly offended — at least not once the true story became clear.

I open the door to our shared apartment, thankful to finally be home after a long day of work. I can’t wait to just have a relaxed evening with you, cuddling on the couch and telling you about the crap that my boss told me today.



“Hey Katherine, I am home!” I call out for you, but there is no response. I don’t think too much of it and continue to take off my coat and kick my shoes off. I take a look at my phone to see if I got any new messages while I make my way towards the kitchen because I am thirsty, when I suddenly realize I hear weird noises coming from the bedroom at the end of the hall.



I am a little confused at first, wondering if you are sick or in pain in bed, but quickly I realize that it is definitely more of a pleasurable moaning rather than a painful one. I giggle to myself and wonder what caused the masturbation, a part of my mind even considering if you wanted me to catch you and help you out. While we aren’t in a committed relationship, we had played with each other quite a bit recently and so it wouldn’t be too shocking if that was your whole plan.



Before I make my way to the bedroom, I still get some water at first and consider how I should do this. Should I undress and bust in? Should I just let you be in peace in and masturbate?



I decide to take a closer look, wondering if you would even notice me coming in if I was quiet. By now, I have taken some clothes off and am left in a tight little tanktop and my black thong. I was hoping for some action after work all day and so I wore the thong just for you, knowing it was your favorite.



Since I don’t want to give you a heart attack, I quietly open the door and peek in and instantly get a huge shock! In your bed, I don’t just see you, but also see the toned body of a guy. My heart is pounding right now, both from the shock and the jealousy, but I can’t turn away either. My eyes are glued to the scene that is happening in front of me.



I don’t recognize the guy but I can’t help but admire his body. He must be very tall too, since he completely covers you under him. He is unmistakingly deep inside of your pussy, your moans filling the room loudly now, while he is very quietly grunting along. How did I not hear his groans before?



Suddenly, the guy looks up at me, which makes me freeze in even more shock. He grins at me, as he keeps pounding my little Katherine. As much as I want to hate him and as jealous as I am, I can’t leave the room and I can’t escape his cocky grin.



Katherine must have her eyes closed, not seeing where he is looking so she is unaware of me being there. His beautiful eyes are still focused completely on me, staring at me in this confident manner, when he suddenly speaks to Katherine, still never breaking his eye contact with me:



“Tell me how much you love my cock, you little slut” – I gasp! Katherine doesn’t like being called names at all! I tried it a few times with her, but she always disliked it and made me stop doing it. And now this stranger gets to call her a slut? How dare he! But before my thoughts can even finish, I hear her reply to him:



“God, baby, I love this cock so much. It is so fucking huge. It reaches me in places I have never even reached before. I need this cock. Please keep pounding me baby. Make me your slut.” – I can’t believe what I am hearing. My heart is pounding even harder, my jealousy reaching new heights and my shock must be clearly visible on my face, as the guy’s grin becomes even cockier and bigger while he stares directly into my eyes.



Suddenly, my phone rings and I hear Katherine squeak and look in my direction. I flush in shame, now suddenly I went from catching them to being caught myself. I also realize that I must have taken a step or two further into the room instead of standing right at the door like I thought I did. Now both of them know that I had been watching for more than a moment.



Katherine’s face clearly shows that she is mad at me for not respecting her privacy and she starts to raise her voice at me and asks me what the fuck I am doing here, but the guy stops her with a simple “shhhh”. I am still just standing there, unable to look away, unable to leave, like a dark spell keeps me there. The guy leans down and whispers into Katherine’s ear, in a way that I cannot understand what is being said. I see Katherine’s eyes go wide and she looks at him in surprise, then at me in shock. This time her voice isn’t raised:



“How long have you been standing there, be honest Sue!”



“Ummmm… A couple of minutes maybe?” I say with the tiniest voice I have ever heard come out of my mouth, not even sure myself how long it has been.



“Andrew tells me that you have been watching us and he thinks you have enjoyed what you saw.”



I flush harder, my brain keeps telling me to just escape the room, but my body keeps standing there, like a deer caught in the headlights. I realize that he must still be inside of her, although their bodies are now still and not moving anymore. My voice completely betrays me now, so all I can do is nod my head softly.



This time Andrew speaks: “Wow, you were right Katherine. Sue really is a bigger whore than you.”



My mouth falls open now, my cheeks burning and my heart pounding out of my chest. What did he just say? What did Katherine say about me? I feel my head spinning, the emotions becoming almost too much, between jealousy, hurt, shame and sadly arousal. Before I can react, Katherine speaks again:



“I told you, baby. She is wrapped around my finger. If she enjoys the show this much, then we should stop caring about her being here. Come on babe, give me that cock of yours again.”



Without hesitation, Andrew starts pounding her again, as I still go through my emotional rollercoaster, unable to say or do anything. My eyes are still fixated on them, as their moans start to fill the room again. Over and over his cock goes into her and I realize his eyes are back on her now, as if they had forgotten I was even there.



After a few minutes of just watching them fuck, I feel his eyes back on me and I look at him again.



“Why don’t you come closer, Sue. You will have a better view from here.”



Again, my mouth opens. Why am I still in this room? Why can’t I just leave and forget about this? But both my brain and my body knows that I can’t. As much as I want to ignore my body, I can feel my pussy pulsating and my whole body is a tingly mess. Even despite the hurt of their words and the jealousy, I find myself walking closer towards the bed slower.



I feel like a schoolgirl that was caught by her teacher, now just standing in front of his desk waiting for a punishment. I feel awkward just standing there in front of them and Andrew must notice that feeling in me, again staring at me and seemingly just reading me like an open book, knowing all my deepest secrets.



He notices my awkwardness and so while he continues to fuck her, I feel his hand on my shoulder, pushing me down with a good grip. I fall to my knees, unable to say no to him, realizing that I wasn’t just wrapped around Katherine’s finger but apparently his too now.



My head is now right at the height of the bed, getting the best view of their act. I am fixated at his cock and her pussy now, as if I was hypnotized by the steady and fast in and out.



A few minutes later, I can sense that their moans are getting louder and that their orgasms are closer now. I can feel it build up in her and I know that soon he will cum. I wonder if he will cum inside her, noticing that he is not wearing a condom or if he will pull out and cum on her body or into her mouth.



I don’t have to wait long for an answer, as I can hear her orgasm begin with loud shrieks and then he collapses on top of her, filling her pussy with his cum, deep inside her. Suddenly it feels like all the energy is emptying from the room and my senses start to work a little better again.



For a few moments, I strongly consider getting up and escaping the room again, but then I realize that my hand has inexplicably found its way between my legs, as I knelt in front of their bed. Andrew grins at me, as he must have noticed me touching myself way before I did myself.



He pulls out of her and sits up at the edge of the bed, now closer to me and for the first time I get a look at his cock exposed from her pussy. I gasp again. That thing must be at least 9 inches long and it is incredibly thick. What makes it an even hotter image is that I can see part of his own cum sticking against his cock, mixing with her juices.



I hear him speak again: “Ok whore, here is the thing. You have two choices now. You can either get up and leave this room. Or you can realize that this is what you are good for and you can clean my cock from my own cum, as well as your little friend’s cum.”



I just stare at him, barely believing what I just heard. I can’t move, so all I do is kneel and wait. My heart still pounding and my brain unable to keep up with all the emotions.



He takes my unability to get up and leave as a sign that I am staying, so he pulls me a little closer by my hair and urges me to open my mouth. Without hesitation I do and a second later his cock fills my mouth completely. I barely get half of it inside of me before I start to gag around his cock and he pulls back a little. My tongue goes around his cock and tastes the magnificent mix of cum on it, moaning around him.



He makes sure that I get all the cum off of it and tests me a few more times deeper inside my mouth, which results in more gagging and slowly makes my eyes tear up. I realize that Katherine is watching us and I can’t help but feel hurt again at the betrayal, but my pussy is still throbbing and so part of me feels lucky to be in this situation too.



He pulls his cock out suddenly, making me realize how much I wanted it to be in there, as now my mouth suddenly feels empty without it. I feel his hand in my hair though and he drags me up into the bed and speaks to me again.



“Now, as much as cleaning my cock was already a true act of a whore, your job is not done yet. What you are about to do will truly show you your place. Now you will start to do what you came home for today. You wanted to get into bed with your cute little roommate again and have some fun with her. Well, now you can do just that. The only difference is that now the pussy that you are about to lick is filled with my cum.”



I moan and gasp at the same time and for a second I feel like I might achieve an orgasm just from all the emotions that I am going through. I don’t hesitate for long, especially after I see Katherine’s face light up at the prospect of me licking his cum out of her.



Normally I might use some foreplay and make sure to tease her with my tongue a bit, but this time I am just hungry for his cum and so my tongue instantly goes inside her and tries to go as deep as I can, knowing his cum will still be deeper inside her. I lick and lick and hearing her moans makes me even more desperate.



His cum tastes delicious again, mixed with her juices and I can feel that she is really turned on by this again. Now my goal is not just to get all of his cum, but also to make her cum again like he just did.



Behind me, I can feel Andrew near me and suddenly I feel his hands on my thong. For a second I think about stopping and telling him no, but I am too deep into this to stop him. I just continue to suck and lick her pussy, as I feel him suddenly rip my thong off me. I yelp a little in surprise and slight pain, but instantly go back to her pussy.



He feels my pussy with his hand, making me moan against her pussy. I must be really really wet and he makes sure to get all of my wetness from my pussy. With a huge shock, I realize that now his wet finger is starting to rub against my ass. This time, I do stop licking her and want to complain and stop him. Fucking my ass would be too far. But before I can say anything, Katherine grabs my face and pushes me back into her pussy, making me unable to speak and after a few seconds, I start to lick her again.



Andrew pushes his fingers inside my ass now, making it harder for me to lick Katherine. He adds a third finger soon and my ass is starting to be stretched out. I moan and gasp around her pussy, but try to keep licking her, as I want her to cum again from my tongue.



Suddenly his fingers are gone and now his enormous dick is pushing against my asshole, making me catch my breath and wondering how in the world he is hard already again. He pushes inside me deeper and deeper, while I continue to try and lick Katherine, but it is getting harder and harder.



Eventually, his entire cock is inside me and he starts to fuck my ass. My attention to her pussy is getting less and less, but she pushes me into her with her hand in my hair, so she still gets some pleasure thankfully. Just like this, we continue for a while and I feel completely helpless, my head held against her wet pussy and my ass being fucked by a huge cock.



Finally I can sense that both her and him are getting closer and I get ready to feel his cum in my ass and her juices in my mouth. With loud groans, both of them cum at the same time, causing me to orgasm along with them.



We all collapse and I am finally free again. My mouth filled with the taste of sex, my ass stretched and filled with his cum and I realize that they were right. I am a whore. A whore for them. Wrapped around their fingers. But it was a hell of a ride and an amazing experience. And with that realization I can suddenly be a little more daring and so after a few moments, I say in an exhausted manner:



“Can someone…please…fuck my pussy now.”

HALF TERM, DAY 6, THURSDAY – HALLOWEEN



What a busy day. 4pm and this is the first opportunity for a pause, to gather my breath. And it’s on the way to do something that I’m dreading.



It’s been so busy, in fact, that we didn’t even have time for a morning fool-around. We had lots to get sorted.



After we avoided the police and got home last night, I told Emma that I wanted to marry her as soon as possible — and that I’d worked out a plan. I knew she’d never liked the idea of a big wedding, so I proposed that we fly out somewhere on Friday; get married on Saturday; and return on Sunday.



She loved it.



I’d done the research, and one of the easiest places for a quickie wedding is Gibraltar. So, while she spent the morning shopping for a wedding dress, I booked flights and a hotel, and got us packed.



Then we went to my parents’ place for lunch.



They’d already met Emma briefly once before, and were well aware of my long-held love of her, so they must have suspected something when I told them I was bringing her with me.



When we arrived, there were hugs all round — I’m sure I spied a funny look on my Dad’s face when Emma pressed her body into his, and he could hardly take his eyes off her thereafter.



Not that I could blame him — I was exactly the same. She was dressed simply, with no make-up and her blonde hair in a loose ponytail, but still looked amazing. She wore a tight, long orange t-shirt with a sketch of Tinkerbell on the front; a pair of round-toe pumps with a hidden platform and a 5 inch heel, that matched the colour of her top almost exactly; and sexy wetlook leggings that made her legs looks incredible.



In this setting, Emma was the sweet girly-girl that I first fell in love with. You’d never believe that she’d had 4 different cocks in her yesterday. In a way, it was reassuring to see she was still the same loving, caring, beautiful woman that I’d wanted to marry for years.



My Mum quickly spotted Emma’s engagement ring, so we told them the (edited) version of what was happening. How we were getting married in Gibraltar. How I planned to get a new job as soon as possible, nearer to Emma’s house — and that that would become our house. Emma was confident she could negotiate that with The Boyfriend. I didn’t ask how.



Mum and Dad were a little disappointed they weren’t going to be at the wedding, but we assured them there’d be a celebration when we got home.



Overall, I think they were just happy for us.



So, now we’e on our way back to her place. Tomorrow, I’m to explain to her family how I’ve managed to steal her away from a guy that they all love, and assumed she was going to marry and have children with. But that’s not even the worst of it.



First, Emma has to break it off with The Boyfriend.



Neither of us are looking forward to it. The car is quiet and there’s a sense of unease that won’t lift.



This will not be pleasant.



***



Their street is busy as usual, so I park a couple of doors down from Emma’s home.



“I’ll be waiting right here,” I tell her, squeezing her hand. “It’ll be ok.”



“It won’t, but it’s what I want. I just need to make him understand that.”



She heaves a deep breath and exits the car. I watch her totter down their driveway and, in spite of myself and the situation, my dick gets chubby.



Emma had decided that the best way to persuade him it was over, was to be completely honest about how she’d turned into a slut. She knew there was no way he could stay with her if she was sleeping around on him. And that knowledge informed the outfit she decided to wear for breaking up with him…



She’s wearing a knee-length black leather coat, but when she takes that off, The Boyfriend will probably have a melt down. Hugging her arse is a tiny, tight black latex mini-skirt that only just hides her pierced pussy. But there’s only a few inches of thigh on show, because she’s wearing the same shiny red stretch-leather thigh-high boots with a pointy-toe and black 5-inch stiletto heels that she wore to fuck Steve yesterday.



On top, she’s wearing a red and black latex corset that makes her normally slim waist even narrower; and it sits just under her tits, lifting them deliciously but leaving them completely exposed. Hence the jacket.



But that’s not all. She’s got a silver chain linking the two pierced nipples on her bare breasts; and she’s got a pretty large metal butt-plug up her arse too. Her pretty face is painted like a cheap whore with bright red lipstick, long fake lashes, and heavy dark eye make-up; and her long blonde hair is teased and tousled in that just-fucked look.



And the diamond ring on her wedding finger is mine, not his.



If it isn’t immediately obvious that the sweet girl he fell in love with has changed somewhat, then I’m calling the men in white coats to take him away.



I settle in for what could be a long wait while they thrash this out.



***



But I didn’t expect it to take this long. 2 hours. Really?!



As parents do their Halloween duty and lead their kids around the neighbourhood, trick or treating, I feel a little creepy — as though the parents think I’m there to look at their little girl dressed as a Disney princess.



I might have to invite myself into Emma and The Boyfriend’s discussion soon, before someone calls the police.



I’ll put it off a little while longer. I can’t say I’m looking forward to seeing The Boyfriend. He’s sure to blame me for corrupting Emma — and it’s difficult to argue against that. But it was her choice. I was careful to never force her into anything she didn’t want to do.



That won’t be any comfort to him.



Finally I get the message I’ve been waiting for, but didn’t want to arrive.



I exit my car, stretching my cramped muscles, and carry/wheel Emma’s suitcases of clothes to the house with all the enthusiasm of a man headed to the electric chair.



The front door opens and all that’s forgotten. Now I know part of the reason why it’s taken so long.



Emma’s changed outfits.



She’s dressed as a too-fucking-hot Goldilocks. Not too cold, not just the right amount, but too fucking hot.



The outfit is a small, strapless, yellow and white dress which flares out into a petticoat that only just covers her crotch. Her tits are pushed together and are nearly falling out of the top. She has a yellow bow in her hair, white overknee socks, and shiny black Mary-Jane-style pumps with a 4.5 inch heel.



“Wow,” I murmur.



“We’re going out.” She does not look happy.



I dump her bags just inside the door.



“What have you done to her, you fucking bastard!” The Boyfriend yells at me.



“I told you!” Emma shouts back, angrier than I’ve ever seen her. “This isn’t about him. This is about what I want, and it isn’t you!”



She slams the door and strides toward my car and, in my attempt to keep up, I can’t help noticing that her dress leaves the lower curves of her pert bottom uncovered, and I can’t see any underwear.



“Are you ok?” I ask.



“He doesn’t believe me. I tried to show him the videos on my phone, but he wouldn’t watch. He put his hands over his ears like a fucking 5 year old! So we’re going to find a couple of guys to fuck me, and prove to him that he doesn’t want me anymore.”



“Wow, ok. So where are we going?”



“There’s a bar nearby that’s got a Halloween party on tonight — it’s pretty rough, but I should be able to pick up a couple of guys there.”



We get into my car.



“You look incredible, by the way. Beautiful, cute and sexy,” I tell her.



In spite of her foul mood, she smiles. “That’s becoming a bit of a catchphrase.”



“I know,” I grin.



“I was going to wear this for you tonight, but… I’m sorry.”



“Don’t be. I’ll enjoy watching!”



“Oh no, you’re joining in.”



***



Again, I’m left waiting outside.



At least I know that, dressed like she is, she isn’t going to have trouble picking up guys. I wonder what type of man she’ll go for? As long as…



Oh my fucking God. I didn’t expect that.



Emma’s strutting over to me with three hulking black guys. One’s dressed as a caveman; one’s a mobster; and the last is a Spartan warrior.



And it seems like they already can’t keep their hands off her, with one guy groping a tit through her top, and another with his hand up her dress.



I get out of the car and pull the seat forward so three of them can climb in the back.



“Look sweetie,” Emma purrs, “I found my three bears.”



She’s not wrong. They’re huge.



***



We make the short journey back to Emma’s place. Emma spent the whole time laying across the laps of two of the guys in the back, the rings in her nipples being sucked on and her pussy being fingered. The Caveman sat up front next to me kept getting in the way by reaching back for a grope.



There’s no way The Boyfriend will still believe she’s all sweetness and light after this.



We bundle through the door and The Boyfriend’s eyes bug out. “What the fuck?!”



“You thought I was joking?” Emma asks, her hand stroking The Mobster’s large bulge through his trousers. “Upstairs. Now. You need to see this.”



He hesitates.



“The lady wasn’t asking,” The Mobster glares at him; and The Boyfriend leads the way.



We all traipse into their bedroom: The Boyfriend stands awkwardly in the far corner; I hang back in the doorway.



“I want to see your cocks,” Emma says. She drops her dress and sinks to her knees. “You too, sweetie,” she purrs to me.



I step forward, unzipping my jeans, and immediately I feel a little inadequate. The Mobster’s dick is the smallest of the three, and his is 10 inches long, and thick. The Caveman’s weapon is 11 inches but slightly thinner, and is remarkably similar to Steve’s. The Spartan, however…



He’s the biggest guy at 6 foot 8, built like a brick shithouse, and has a dick to match. It must be 13, maybe 14 inches long, and thicker than Emma’s forearm.



And Emma seems instantaneously infatuated by it. A little intimidated, but mostly excited. I can see the lust taking over as she licks her lips and grabs the Spartan’s pole.



“Suck it, bitch,” he orders.



I don’t think she needed telling.



She opens her mouth wide, and her lips stretch obscenely as she forces the first few inches into her mouth, and bobs her head eagerly. The contrast of the deep black dick against her pretty white face is startling, and hot.



I sneak a quick look at The Boyfriend, and his jaw has hit the floor.



Emma pulls back. “Oh God, it’s huge. It’s perfect. I’m in love.”



She doesn’t let go, but keeps tugging on it as she opens her mouth for The Mobster’s piece. He grabs her head and makes her take it down her throat, causing her to gag. He fucks her face without any concern for her; then holds his dick all the way in, Emma’s cute nose buried in his pubes.



She tries to pull back but he won’t let her — I’m about to intervene when he pulls out and throws her to the floor, leaving her gasping and spluttering.



He’s clearly the most aggressive of them. I’m going to have to keep an eye on him — although I’m not sure there’s a lot I could do if it came to a fight. I hope Emma knows what she’s got herself in for.



“Whore!” he exclaims, and pulls her back to her knees by her hair. “Open your mouth.”



Emma obeys, sticking out her pierced tongue, and The Mobster spits in it. “Swallow.”



Emma makes a show of gulping his spittle down.



“You fucking skanky bitch.” He throws her to his mate, The Caveman, who shoves his cock down her throat and fucks it like it’s a pussy. Seriously, he has hold of her head and is thrusting in and out of her so hard, I’d be seriously worried — if Emma wasn’t moaning with desire.



The Spartan pulls her back to him, and attacks her mouth with his monster.



“C’mon slut, you can take their’s, you can take mine.”



As he has his hands in her hair, pushing into her; she has her hands on his arse, pulling him in. They’re both giving it all they can, but there are still three inches she can’t take.



Emma removes herself, spitting over the tool. “Let’s try something different.”



She hardly seems to notice I’m there, so I back away again.



She lies on her back on her bed, wearing only her socks, heels, and the ribbon in her hair that seems absurdly cute given the situation. Her head hangs over the edge. “This seems to work better in pornos.”



When did she watch this kind of porn?!



The Spartan lines up and pushes his cock straight down her throat, immediately further than before, leaving only one inch.



“Nearly there, bitch,” he growls, and begins pounding her throat until he has all of himself inside her on each thrust. Emma hands grasp the back of his thighs, trying to encourage him deeper.



It’s incredible.



The other two, meanwhile, haven’t been standing around. The Caveman is stabbing two of his big digits into Emma’s pierced and dripping pussy. The Mobster is torturing her tits — kneading them and twisting her stiff, pierced nipples.



“You need a boob job, slut. How’m I s’posed to fuck these?” he grumbles, slapping them, hard.



Again, I consider stepping in, but again, Emma’s erotically-charged mewling convinces me not to.



“I’m gonna fuck this cunt,” The Caveman proclaims.



The Spartan withdraws from Emma’s mouth. “You wanna watch your first black fucking?”



“Fuck yeah,” Emma says. “Give it to me.”



“Wait — what about a condom?” The Boyfriend speaks up from his corner.



“I told you, I want a baby,” Emma spits.



“You want us to knock you up, slut?” The Spartan asks.



“Yeah! Give me a little black baby.”



“You know the cliche,” The Caveman rumbles, rubbing his dick over her mound. “Once you go black, you won’t go back. You won’t even feel your fiance’s prick after this. You sure you want that?”



Emma’s beautiful grey-blue eyes search me out, and stare deep into mine. “Ruin my cunt,” she purrs.



I quickly fish out my phone and film the moment that The Caveman’s big black dick pierces my beloved Emma’s glistening pussy. Her moan is full of lust.



“Fuck, she’s tight. You can tell she hasn’t had black before,” The Caveman grunts as he eases himself deeper.



I don’t like to tell him that she had a dick almost identical in size to his just yesterday.



“Stop fannying around and fuck me,” Emma says, and yanks The Mobster’s cock into her mouth.



She asked for it. The Mobster fucks her face every bit as hard as The Caveman slams into her pussy. The Spartan chuckles at The Boyfriend, crying in the corner.



“She’s a black cock slut now, needledick.”



The Mobster pulls out of Emma’s mouth and slaps her face with his fat dick; Emma chases, desperately trying to get her lips around it.



“Lick my balls, bitch.”



Emma does, and eagerly, sucking one ball and then the other into her mouth and bathing each with her pierced tongue.



“Flip her over,” The Spartan orders. Emma gets on all fours and wiggles her bum enticingly in the air, and The Caveman resumes his primal fucking of her cunt.



The Spartan reclaims her mouth, despite a glare from The Mobster — who, pissed off, separates his belt from his trousers.



“Ask me to whip your arse, bitch,” he glowers.



Emma looks back at him. “Please, please whip my cute little bum.”



The leather cracks across her flesh and she screams in pain. The Mobster stands there, waiting, with a shit-eating grin on his face. Challenging.



“Again,” Emma asks.



The Mobster doesn’t hold back and lashes her even harder — Emma’s cry becomes a moan.



“Again.” Another thrash.



The Caveman’s fucking her like a machine; I can tell Emma’s getting close.



Already, welts are marking Emma’s sweet bottom.



“Don’t stop,” she pleads.



“I’m gonna cum,” The Caveman warns.



“Yes, cum inside me! Fill me up!” Emma urges as she tugs on The Spartan’s pole and The Mobster flogs her arse repeatedly.



“Here it comes, bitch.” The Caveman slams hard into her and holds deep.



“Pleeeaaaassseeee-aaaagggh!” she begs. One more thwack from the belt and she loses it, her cum spraying out in a powerful jet. Her arms go wobbly and can’t support her weight, and she collapses forward onto her face and chest as her whole body quakes with jolts of pure pleasure.



It’s a very fucking sexy sight, and I’m delighted I’ve got it on video.



“Holy fuck, she’s a squirter!” exclaims The Mobster. “I fucking love squirters.”



He pushes The Caveman out of the way and takes his place, pushing his wide dick into her sloppy pussy, displacing the spunk that oozes out.



“Ow, fuck,” Emma mutters.



The Mobster doesn’t build up slowly — he pumps into her at full pelt — and that’s all it takes…



Emma ejaculates again, adding another load of her cum to the already-drenched sheets below her.



But The Mobster doesn’t let up, and neither does Emma’s orgasm. It goes on, and on, until finally The Mobster stops, and kneads her sore red butt cheeks.



The Caveman lights a post-coital cigarette.



“Please don’t smoke in here,” murmurs The Boyfriend.



“Give it here,” Emma says, and rather than stubbing it out, she begins smoking it, blowing the smoke in his direction. The Boyfriend shakes his head. He’s knows it’s over, but the big black brutes are blocking his escape route.



Emma exhales over The Spartan’s dick, and alternates between licking his cock and sucking on the cigarette.



“I want to ride you,” she tells him.



This is really going to push her limits.



The Spartan lies back on the bed, and The Mobster takes the fag from Emma as she moves into position astride the man mountain.



She grips his dick — her fingers nowhere near encircling his girth — and holds it up against her flat stomach.



“Oh my God, look, it’s huge,” she says. It reaches up past her jewellery-adorned belly button. I can’t see how she’s going to take it all without hurting herself.



She slowly gyrates against it, teasing everyone; and then kneels above the massive pole, pressing the tip gently between her folds.



“Oh God,” she mutters as she pushes down. “I can’t even get the head in.”



The Spartan takes hold of her hips and humps upward.



“Ow, fuuuck!” Emma yells, as the first few inches disappear inside her. “Don’t move, pleeease don’t move.”



She eases herself up, then forces herself down again. She yelps in pain.



“Oh God, it’s splitting me open.”



I step forward. “Emma, honey, don’t hurt yourself.”



“It hurts good,” she tells me, with a strained smile and what’s supposed to be a reassuring nod.



If this is what she wants…



“Help me,” she whispers to The Spartan. Gripping her hard, he pulls her down. Another few inches disappear — past halfway, probably 5 inches to go.



Emma’s weeping now; her mascara’s running, and it only serves to make her look even more like a whore.



“Fuck, how does such a slut stay so tight?”



Emma wriggles on the massive pole, then bounces on it — emitting a little yelp on each downward stroke. The Spartan times his upthrusts to meet her, and bit by bit, reaches further and further into her.



She surprises me by leaning forward and kissing the brute, passionately, their tongues swirling.



“I fucking love you,” she tells him.



I believe her. And it hurts.



“You’re mine now, bitch.”



“Fuck this,” The Mobster grunts, obviously fed up of hanging around. He grabs a bottle of lotion or something from Emma’s dressing table and climbs on the bed behind her. Then he points the bottle at her arsehole and squeezes whatever the liquid is all over her behind.



“Oh God, I can’t take both of you.” Emma seems genuinely worried.



“You can, you will, and you’ll fucking love it.” The Mobster presses his dick against her sphincter and lunges forward, burying himself inside her.



Emma screams, but her mouth is immediately filled by The Caveman, who has appeared in front of her and starts fucking her mouth in pace with The Mobster fucking her arse.



The three bears have to hold her in place as she struggles against them.



“Guys…” I interject.

The story continues. If you have not yet read the first chapters, don’t worry, this is, I hope, a stand- alone story that will excite you



The games continue!



They all sat there, three horny women and three randy men, with nothing to say at the moment until Tom spoke up, “Look, I know that there are still two more rounds to go, two more fantasies, but can I make a suggestion?”



“Go ahead,” Julie prompted him.



“It’s just that,” Tom started to say, “Well I fancy a brief break, maybe a bottle of beer or two, what do you lot think?”



“After what I’ve just seen,” Linda agreed, “I’d second that motion.” As she did so she opened her legs to allow the men to get a good look at her pussy, deliberately of course, before adding, “There is still Shirley and Julie to come, if you know what I mean, and I for one can’t wait but,” she paused, “I could kill a beer right now!”



“Time out?” questioned Bert and got a reply from Julie.



“Time out!”




The games had stopped for a comfort break as Tom had suggested and Paul had decided that a call of nature was in order. He waddled his way to the downstairs bathroom as the five others gathered around the dining room table, Bert being the bartender as he went to retrieve more beer and wine from the fridge.



He returned with the booty and simply said, “I think that we will have to replenish your stock tomorrow morning,” as the bottles tinkled when he put them on the table.



Linda nodded and she grabbed the nearest cool beer and quaffed it down, leaving the bottle half empty, or half full if you are an optimist!



Paul rejoined them, his gait more natural now, and followed Linda’s lead in the beer department. When he had quenched his thirst he broke the small sense of tension in the room, “God that was fucking good!”



“What?” Julie asked, “Being fucked in the arse?”



The laughter was spontaneous and the sexual well being resumed.



“Christ, I’m fucking horny!” said Shirley as she squirmed on her chair, already having made up her mind as to the fantasy that she wanted to fulfil.



Julie replicated her motions as she too had also made her mind up.



“Let’s go,” suggested Linda as the last of her beer left the bottle and drained down her throat, “These two dirty ladies want to have some sort of sex, in whatever form that might take,” she finished with a lascivious nudge at both of them, followed with a naughty wink. “Are you up for it boys?”



Three cocks twitched their agreement!



“Then let’s fuck!”



Seconds later the two couches were full once more, ladies on one and gents on the other.



Shirley spoke only one word, “Tom?”



“Yeah?”



“You get to pick.”



He did and the name that came out of the jar was…Julie!



“Oh fuck yes!” she screamed as she took her place in the centre of the floor and bent down, deliberately showing off her lace-covered ass, and picked the penultimate piece of paper that told tell her how much time she had; it had a number ’2′ written on it.



“Well,” Linda stated the obvious, “I guess we all know who is going last…”



“…and how much time I’ll have,” Shirley had been keeping count of the minutes as well, and she smiled a delightfully wicked smile!



Julie stood up from her sexy pose and turned to face the men. Immediately her hands shot down to her knickers and prised them open at her crotch to display her ever-ready fuck hole, its juices already coating her outer lips as she pressed her clitoris, making it seem to grow even larger than usual, if that were possible, such as was the aroused state that she was in.



The guys all licked their lips in anticipation of what was to come next as Julie decided to mimic Shirley and gave them a striptease to remember. She started by turning her back on them once more and pulled her panties up on either side as she leant forward to give the men an eyeful as the thin material that was supposed to cover her ass disappeared up the crack in her bum leaving her apparently naked from her hips down. She wiggled her butt for a moment before, with open palms; she began sliding the flimsy lingerie along her thighs, rolling the damp cloth further and further down her legs until the trapped knickers were finally released from their sexual prison.



She turned around and eyed the men with lust in her eyes as she allowed the red strip to fall to the ground. With a deft movement she stepped out of them and flicked them up in the air with her right foot. Paul was the first to react as he caught them and, without hesitation, brought the sensual fabric to his mouth and nose in order to taste, and smell, the nectar that they contained.



Julie just stood there, pouting sexily, as Paul removed them and handed the sodden knickers to Bert who, after appreciating them in a similar way, gave them to Tom. He munched on them greedily, his eyes adoring the vision in front of him. “Tasty!” he said lewdly as he unravelled them slightly and wrapped them around his cock, pulling the lacy cloth back to his base where they just seemed to stick.



The stripper glanced down and admired the cock with her red knickers at its root before restarting her passionate gyrations. She massaged her breasts erotically through the Teddy that did nothing to hide her aroused nipples and, gently, began to expose herself. She unleashed one boob from its casing and circled the hard bud with her fingers, bringing a small groan of ecstasy from within and three gasps of desire from the guys.



Unhurriedly she gave her audience a glimpse of her other boob and then repeated the intimate fondling, her eyes closing for a moment in sexual bliss as she now had both nipples on view with her fingers tweaking the sensitive objects of the men’s desire. She continued to tease them as she slowly let the Teddy slip down her body, faint beads of perspiration already forming on the bare flesh as she grew more, and more, naked.



As the lingerie slipped down to her waist she changed her tactic and pulled the sleek covering up to allow the buddies to admire her smooth pussy lips, her clitoris sticking out erect like a mini penis. Her right hand encircled what Linda called her third nipple and her gyrations became more erratic and erotic. Her left hand was busy as well as she inserted three fingers up her hot pussy and started to finger-fuck herself. The spectacle was almost too much for the men to handle and their right hands moved south to play with themselves before Julie uttered hoarsely, “Get your hands off your cocks!”



They reluctantly obeyed and simply stood there with cocks at attention as Julie finished off her titillating display that had increased the men’s swelling. She wiggled her hips and removed her hand away from her clit and out of her steaming pussy, the wet fingers going at once to a mouth that was made for sucking. Forming a perfect ‘O’ she stuffed the fragrant digits into her gaping oral organ and teased the guys with a thrilling picture as she pushed the wet fingers in and out, imitating the blow-job that each man knew she was so talented at.



As she was doing this her right hand had eased her Teddy down and down to the top of her thighs until, with another exaggerated wiggle, her nudity was complete. Cat-calls and whistles ensured that she knew that she had performed well and, with a longing look at the monsters between the guys legs went on to say…



“…now, about my fantasy,” she whispered lecherously as she raised her hands and put them on top of her head, “you now have two minutes to make me wet all over.”



“I think you’re wet enough as it is!” Tom said obligingly with a smirk.



“Come here you guys,” she said invitingly, “No hands and no cocks, just your mouths and tongues to saturate every part of me; and not just the obvious bits as well.”



“Bits,” Paul said, “rhymes with tits!”



“It certainly doesn’t rhyme with pussy anyway!” Bert contributed as the trio surrounded the naked object of their current desire.



Tom put his face an inch away from Julie’s right armpit, Bert positioned himself a similar distance away from her left ear while Paul knelt down and lowered his head until it was almost touching her big toe on her right foot.



Julie looked round at Shirley and Linda and gave the nod for the timer to be started. Both of the seated women looked on with rapture and a hint of jealously as Linda spoke, “Oh God, you’re going to fucking love this, aren’t you?”



“You’d better fucking believe it!” she said with a thrill in her tone as Linda pressed the ‘go’ button.



“Ok boys, get to work. Make that girl scream!”



Tom smothered his face into the sweet smelling armpit that oozed with moisture and began by using that to run his tongue down smoothly along her inner arm before returning to the apex and repeated the operation down Julie’s right side, stopping where he could see, and feel, the pantie-line that the sexy knickers had left, those same red knickers that he now had wrapped around his cock. Returning his tongue back upwards, just skimming the side of her shapely breast, he slipped his tongue into Julie’s ear lobe before putting the whole organ into his mouth and sucked on it. Julie thought that she was about to faint with desire!



Bert stuck his tongue out and mangled her ear lobe with his saliva, immediately causing paroxysms of lust throughout her entire body. Seconds later his tongue drifted south, first seeking out the sweaty left armpit and devoured the sweet smelling beads of desire, before he too moved down her body trying to comply with the wishes of the writhing woman to lick every part of her. His adventure took him down her side until he reached her wriggling thighs. There, he changed direction and he moved his mouth to the side as he licked, and licked, her sexy left butt! Julie thought that she was about to faint with desire!



Paul, in his kneeling position, delved his tongue into the space between Julie’s big toe and licked away with abandon. He swiftly changed his posture so that he could work his way up her foot to her ankle, drooling all the time as he tried make her foot as wet as possible. The right foot duly drenched, he turned his attention to her left foot and repeated the operation with successful results. Julie thought that she was about to faint with desire!



As Paul started to work his way up Julie’s calf, knees and thighs, his eyes were drawn to the pussy above him; it had started to leak! He could see the first signs of her cunt juice form on her outer lips, a droplet that clung to her shaven skin before, inevitably, gravity took its toll and the globule fell to the floor only to be replaced by another, then another. He continued his licking, never from a minute taking his eyes off the sensual sight above him. His tongue took him further north until me could smell her sex and he suckled her thighs as she bucked back and forward in ecstasy. Julie thought that she was about to faint with desire!



By this time Tom had followed Bert’s initiative and was now licking Julie’s other bum cheek. She now had two men licking her ass, and another tongue tantalising close to her aching pussy. Julie thought that she was about to faint with desire!



Tom stopped paying attention to the pert ass that he was enjoying, instead he started to lick the crack of her bum cleavage, going as far down as he could, and he could feel the quivering of desire that Julie emitted. God she was in sexual heaven!



After reaching the arse that he had already rimmed that day, he enjoyed himself once more tasting the sweaty butt-hole with glee before turning his oral talents upwards and his tongue made a bee-line to the base of Julie’s spine and licked his way all the way up to the nape of her neck. Julie thought that she was about to faint with desire!



She couldn’t hold out any longer and she screamed lustfully, “I need you guys to suck my tits! Suck my fucking tits!”



Bert and Tom continued to lick her ass and neck as if they hadn’t heard her; Paul continued to stimulate her as he tickled her inner thigh.



“Paul!” she screamed, “my clit, fucking put your tongue on it!”



He continued to nibble on her thigh as if he was deaf.



In desperation Julie turned towards Linda and asked, “How much more time have I got!”



Linda glanced at her phone and pronounced, “Less than a minute.”



“I need to cum!” she squealed and the men finally succumbed to her wishes. Paul’s tongue darted towards her most sensitive spot and Bert and Tom ceased their adulation of her wonderful ass and upper body and attacked her nipples with gusto!



“Oh fuck yes!” she screamed in joyous rapture as her orgasm reached its passionate height. She thrust her hot body hard against the willing tongue that Paul had between her legs and forced him to put even more pressure on her as she bucked back and forth , fucking his tongue.



By now she had lost all self-control, her body language simply said ‘sex!’, and she was loving it!



Her hands finally came down from the top of her head and she pulled Bert and Tom’s faces harder into her breasts, encouraging them to maul them harder and harder. Seconds later she had to release Tom’s head and lowered her hand to grab hold of Paul’s hair and forced him to suck her off with delirious passion.



She was cumming, an orgasm that was about to climax, if you would excuse the pun. She was on a wave of pleasure that she hadn’t experienced before. She was…



TING!



“Turn that fucking thing off!!” she shrieked as she continued to thrust her pussy into Paul’s willing mouth, “I’m going to have a wonderful…”



Words failed her as the moment arrived. Her inner thighs were drenched with the succulent droppings that poured out from her excited pussy as she succumbed to one orgasm after another. Two men suckling her tits and another man licking her third nipple was too much for even Julie to survive and she collapsed onto the stained rug, and writhed about in ecstasy in the glory of sexual fulfilment, before going into the foetal position to enjoy the afterglow of orgasmic pleasure.



She squeezed her thighs together and the only sounds that anyone could hear were the sweet sounds of rapture as she continued her orgasmic rapture in a whisper, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she hissed as even more waves of bliss passed through her entire body.



The three men returned to their couch, never for a second taking their eyes off the gyrating Julie who was mimicking what Linda had done earlier and seemed to be fucking an invisible cock!



“Christ, she’s fucking hot!” Paul said pointlessly as all of them watched the floor show, literally!



After another moment of the sexual treat that Julie was giving them all, it was Shirley to first voice her opinion. “Get up here!” she said, patting the cushion beside her, “You can’t keep cumming all night, some of us have to have a go too!”



With a final thrust of her hips that gave another mini-orgasm Julie gradually tried to get herself vertical, but failed! She had to resort to crawling towards her seat and clawed her way up to join her two sex-starved, at least for the last two minutes, friends on the couch.



“Jesus!” Linda said in a hoarse voice, “I would love that to happen to me. Was it as good as it looked?”



Julie took a moment to respond as she fanned her exposed pussy, “Fucking unbelievable!”



“I wish I had thought of that!” Shirley said in a quiet voice full of wonder.



“You still can if you want?” Julie motioned as she tried to cool down.



Shirley shook her head before replying, “I’ve already got something else in mind,” she said in a devilishly, and deliciously, sexy voice.



“Well, it’s only your name left,” Linda prompted her, “and you know you have three minutes, what have you got planned?”



Shirley paused for a moment before responding in a barely audible tone, “I want what Linda had this afternoon.”



“What?” Paul asked incredulously, “You want to be…”



“…airtight!” she finished off his sentence with a smile that did little to hide her excitement and anticipation.



“Paul?”



“Yeah?”



“Lie on the rug.”



He did as he was told and, seconds later, he lay prone on the floor, his long cock standing proudly to attention, made to look even more attractive to the woman who was about to fuck it as he grabbed his shaft and pointed it up towards the ceiling.



Shirley rose and moved over to him, her legs astride above his head giving him an idyllic vision of her cunt as she prised open her lips to allow him a view of her pink wetness through the crotchless panties that she still wore. Slowly she lowered herself onto his face, her knees on either side of his torso, her eyes gazing leeringly at his familiar cock.



She let him sniff her sex, still encased in the pearl knickers, and ordered him to take them off. He started to roll the tiny piece of cloth down her ass but she stopped him before he could go any further.



“Just rip the fucking things off me!”



A tearing sound followed and the useless item was removed in the blink of an eye. “Give them to me!” Shirley barked and Paul handed them over. She leant forward and wrapped the sodden material around the base of Paul’s flagpole mimicking Julie’s discarded knickers that still adorned Tom.



Linda looked over at Bert and apologised, “Sorry Bert,” she said, “I wish I had worn panties as well!” Her legs opened as she uttered those words displaying the opening to another hole of joy.



Shirley pulled back from Paul and admired her handiwork. Then she continued her downward motion until he was able to use his tongue on the inviting pussy.



“No,” Shirley told him firmly, “not there, I want you to lick my arse! Get it ready to be fucked!”



Paul’s tongue shifted its attack to the sweaty brown hole and slurped the tight entrance, tasting the intoxicating mixture of her sex and her butt hole. Shirley moaned in pleasure as she felt herself being rimmed. They had often talked about anal sex but, up until this moment in time; ‘talk’ was as far as they had gone. Now she was about to have a cock up her dirty hole for the first time.



After a moment of sexual bliss from Paul’s talented mouth she, almost grudgingly, threw her body around so that she faced her lover and sat on his knickers-coated penis. He slipped inside her easily she was so wet and she began a methodical rocking motion as she savoured the feeling of having his dick giving her the thrill that she knew so well from him.



Continuing to gently fuck Paul, Shirley turned her gaze towards Bert and motioned him, with a tilt of her head, to join in the fun. “It’s my first time Bert,” she said as he approached her. “Julie and Linda might be able to take you up there but I don’t know if I’m ready for it yet. Fancy a blow job?”



He moved into position and knelt in front of her, his cock sticking out majestically while his balls moved dangerously close to Paul’s face, still coated in Shirley’s juices. She licked the can of beans greedily, running her tongue up and down its massive girth before tickling his pee-hole, causing a passionate growl of delight to emit from his mouth.



“Jesus fuck!” he managed to utter, “are going to swallow me whole again?”



“I’ll try,” she told him in a sensuous slur; “if you don’t try to break my fucking jaw!” she finished with a thrill, and a hint of humour, in her voice. She then gave him a taste of what he was about to receive as she opened her mouth as wide as she could and put the first few inches inside of her.



“Fuck you’re good!” was all that he managed to whisper before she withdrew, her saliva creating a link between her mouth and his penis like an umbilical cord. She licked her lips, causing the connection to be broken, and turned her attention to the last man on the couch.



“Tom?”



“Uh uh?”



“Do you want to fuck my arse?”



“Hold me back!” he answered jokingly and, seconds later, his cock had taken up its position.

“But…?” Paul started to say.



“…Now baby,” Shirley squirmed as she clenched her inner muscles around him, “Tom got to fuck you up your arse, it’s only fair that he shags me first!”



“You lucky bastard Tom,” Julie shouted over from her couch, “You get to deflower two arses in the one night!”



Tom grinned back at her, “At least this one has got tits in the front, not balls! No offence Paul.”



“None taken,” he rasped as Shirley carried on gently screwing him.



“Girls?”



“No need to ask Shirley, we’re coming with the lube.”



It was Linda that played with Shirley’s quivering ass as Julie rubbed the soothing oil all over Tom’s long dick. Shirley then felt Linda’s fingers enter her butt and she squealed with a mixture of pleasure and pain.



“Don’t worry,” she said soothingly, “You’ll love it, Tom is a great arse fucker.”



“So you said,” Shirley hissed and, in order to take her mind of the new sensation, went back to munch on Bert’s pole.



“You’re ready,” Linda declared and removed her digits from the well oiled-up arse, only for Julie to guide Tom forward so that the tip of his cock touched the puckered hole.



“Oh fuck me,” Shirley whimpered as she began to have second thoughts.



“If you insist,” Tom replied gallantly and pressed forward an inch, attempting to enter her gently past the first barrier that the sphincter muscle presented. He paused as his next thrust did just that and he stayed still, allowing Shirley to get used to the violation.



“Just relax,” Julie said encouragingly, “the worst is over.”



Shirley didn’t know whether to believe her or not but she did manage to press her butt backwards giving Tom a signal to continue. He did!



All this time Paul had remained still, firmly inside her natural lubricated hole, as he felt Tom’s cock starting to slide up her arse, until he bottomed out, if you will excuse the expression, and the two pairs of balls rubbed together. Tom paused once more once he had gone as far up her as possible and waited for a moment before continuing.



“Oh fuck yes!” Julie squealed as she discovered a new world of rapture as the two men inside her built up a rhythm between them. As one cock pulled out of her arse another fucked her cunt. That dick then withdrew and her arse was filled up again. The process continued and the speed built up as the duo worked in sweaty unison to a remarkable rate of knots.



Shirley was in heaven as she felt her innards being mauled as never before as Paul mangled her luscious tits with hands and mouth. She hadn’t forgotten Bert either and her moth returned to his thick cock and, after a struggle to fit him inside her, finally managed to swallow him whole.



“Fucking Christ!” Linda shouted out in awe, “would you fucking look at that, now that is what I call airtight!” she gasped as she stretched forward, her own tongue seeking out Bert’s and she kissed him passionately, almost with enough craving that Tom was enjoying with Julie’s mouth as he persistently shagged the butt of his best friend’s girlfriend.



The fucking and sucking was becoming uncontrollably hot for the randy Shirley and she had to release Bert from her mouth to screech out obscenities, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she yelled as her arse was abused with a very hard, and long, cock going at an incredible speed in and out of her virgin hole.



“Oh shit!” she exclaimed, “I’m going to fucking cum!”



Saying this she bucked her up ass higher letting Paul to slip out of her cunt but allowing Tom to continue his merciless assault up her poop-chute.



“Oh fuck!” she screamed one last time as the first of her ejaculations squirted out of her pussy as Tom pummelled her.



“Oh fuck!” she repeated as his next push went up her bowels as far as it could.



That was all that could be heard and seen for a dozen, or more, thrusts; the slap of his cock and balls as he filled her up to the brim, “Fuck!” and squirt, all three happening simultaneously!



Slap! “Fuck!” Squirt!



Slap! “Fuck!” Squirt!



Slap! “Fuck!” Squirt!



Slap! “Fuck!” Squirt!



Slap! “Fuck!” Squirt!



Slap! “Fuck!” Squirt!



Slap! “Fuck!” Squirt!



Slap! “Fuck!” Squirt!



Slap! “Fuck!” Squirt!



Slap! “Fuck!” Squirt!



Slap! “Fuck!” Squirt!



Slap! “Fuck!” Squirt!



It couldn’t last, Shirley couldn’t last, her back passage couldn’t take any more punishment and she pushed forward forcing Tom’s cock out of her arse into the fresh air where it bobbed up and down, its oily lubrication mingled with the aromatic slime that combined together.



She collapsed down on top of Paul whose erection found its way, once more, effortlessly up her cunt.



“Oh my God,” she breathed huskily into his ear, “that was….that was…that was…” she failed to finish the sentence but the message was clear.



TING!



“Tell me you enjoyed that?” Linda asked, her mouth being freed from Bert as she had turned to watch the erotic spectacle.



Shirley could only nod, not trusting her voice again, and slumped off Paul and laid on her back on the woollen rug that Linda would have to get professionally, and discretely, cleaned.



Tom excused himself and aimed for the bathroom. He cleaned himself up, discarding the, now shitty, red lace from the base of his cock. He was only in there for less than two minutes but, when he returned, he was greeted by a sight that transformed his semi-flaccid state to one of glorious beauty. Shirley had obviously recovered sufficiently enough so that the games could finish on an unexpected high.



The view that he saw, apart from the backsides of his two very excited friends, was of three women in wanton pose. Each one was lying back on the couch; their legs in the air with three pairs of hands stretching open the lips that led to sexual glee.



“What the fuck?” Tom started to ask as if he couldn’t guess.



It was the owner of the arsehole that he had just screwed who was the first to answer, “You know the procedure boys, pick a pussy but, this time, listen out for the two rules.”



“Rules?” Bert looked bemused.



“I’ve set the timer to go off every minute,” Linda declared.



“That’s sixty seconds to you lot.” Julie contributed.



“Each time the timer goes off; you get to fuck the next one in line.” Shirley clarified.



“Nice one,” Paul agreed, his eyes darting from one moist opening between the legs on display to another, then back again.



Tom’s eyes, on the other hand, were glued to the brown hole just south of Shirley’s gaping pussy, the one that he had just been up, and he wondered at how much she had enjoyed her first ever anal experience. The vision of her squirting as he banged her hard would remain with him forever.



Paul looked over at his pal and saw the direction of his lustful gaze. He leant to his side and whispered into Tom’s ear, “Guess who is the next lucky fucker who is going to bugger her?”



Tom didn’t even need to ask.



“Second rule,” Shirley carried on although she hadn’t missed the comment, “is that, whoever of you cums first has an extra minute to make sure that he deposits all of his spunk into whichever one of us that receives it…”



“…and,” Julie took over, “the next guy to blast his load has to do it up somebody else…”



“…which means,” Linda concluded, “that the last man standing, so to speak, has to make sure that the third pussy is also full of cum, got it?”



“We’ve got it,” Bert replied for the three of them.



“Ok then,” Shirley announced as she opened her legs even further apart, “Let’s start fucking!”



The men all moved forward to their designated cunts, Paul for Julie, Bert for Shirley and Tom for Linda. Just before they entered into the toxic realms of desire that were waiting for them, Linda offered one last piece of advice.



“I think that we have had enough foreplay so do us girls a favour.”



“What’s that?” asked Paul innocently.



“Just fuck us!”



“…and hard!” Julie demanded.



“…and fast!” Shirley finished off the instructions and three cocks buried themselves deep into the sopping pussies and started screwing like madmen. Linda pressed the starter.



“Oh fuck yes!” was the response in triplicate as the trio were filled with two feet of raging hard-ons. As requested the guys didn’t bother with niceties and the room was soon filled with grunts and groans from the merry fuckers!



The games had so aroused everyone that the evening had turned into a full blown orgy. Apart from the verbal noises emanating from them all, the sound of fucking was obvious with the slapping of rigid cocks slamming in and out wet pussies!



Smell was the next sense that came into being as the aroma filled the room with a heady scent, the origins of which came mostly from between their legs although the mingling of their sweat was also stimulating as droplets fell from the men onto the mounds of tits below.



Sight was also being used erotically as glances were stolen, by them all, at the other copulating couples on the sodden couch. The women watching the impressive torsos of their fuck-buddies, their chests saturated with perspiration, as they screwed long and hard, and fast. The men doing what you might expect men to do as eyeballs nearly fell out at the vision of three great pairs of breasts quivering and bouncing with the furious shagging they were receiving.



Taste? That came from the French kissing, ear nibbling and, when the men got a chance, boob licking!



Touch? You don’t have to be a genius to work that one out!



TING!



Tom quickly pulled out of Linda and made his way to the other end of the couch, allowing Bert to take his place inside her. Paul moved up one and deposited his dick into the craving pussy of Shirley while Tom renewed his acquaintance with the sexy Julie. He did have the good manners to say “Hello,” as he slid his cock up her ready cunt. The fucking continued apace.



TING!



Bert left Linda empty for a few seconds as he sought out the next pussy to greet him. He didn’t even utter a greeting as he ploughed his monster into the gaping hole left behind by Tom who had already started to fuck Shirley enthusiastically, this time up her ‘right’ hole, as Paul left her for his bout of delight with Linda. Musical pussies, sorry chairs, happened all over again as the men shagged the third cunt in as many minutes while the girls screwed their third cock in 180 seconds! The fucking went on and on until…



…TING!



All senses were at their height right now as the orgy went on and on; sound, smell, sight, taste and touch; each of them being used to maximise the desire and lust that they all felt.



TING!



The sound grew louder!



TING!



The aroma became more sensual!



TING!



The spectacle was even more thrilling!



TING!



Mouths and tongues were being used with abandon to increase the ecstasy!



TING!



Touch? What do you think as the stiff erections clashed with the river of juices dripping out the women!



TING!



“I’m fucking cumming!” Linda shouted at the top of her voice and she looked up to remind herself who was causing such an explosion throughout her entire body. “That’s it Tom, make me fucking cum!” she yelled, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she continuously screamed each time the piston entered her at a blistering pace and, seconds later…



TING!



“Oh fucking no!” she cried but she was only minus a cock inside her in the time that it took Bert to replace Tom. “Oh fucking yes, yes, yes!” she resumed her gyrations and Bert only had to thrust into her a few times before he was rewarded with a lusty growl, accompanied by a shower of hot liquid that soaked his balls, as her orgasm overpowered her. Bert didn’t let up and spent the next fifty seconds or so in not releasing Linda from the throes of sexual rapture as one orgasm was followed by another and another until they all combined in one gigantic climax.



TING!



Paul replaced Bert and restarted Linda’s pleasurable punishment. Her next orgasm took her completely by surprise, she was sure that she had been shafted to oblivion but, within a few seconds of having a different cock inside her with all the physical changes in size and angle of attack that a new dick could bring, added onto which was the sexual thrill mentally that she experienced.



She began to scream again as Paul took her to another level ecstasy.



Her yelling, as she approached yet another climax, started an avalanche of female orgasms and ejaculations as Julie and Shirley added their own lustful noises to the happy occasion. Bert and Tom joined Paul in delivering wave after wave of passion to waft throughout the girls’ bodies and the sound was deafening; three extremely horny women all cumming at the same time, what a fucking sexy scene!



TING!



Paul yanked himself out of Linda and plunged into Julie; a moment later he was up Shirley’s pussy and sixty seconds later he was shagging Linda again. He couldn’t last and he knew it, and he wanted the world to know it!



“I’m going to…I have to…” he grunted as he sped up his thrusting, bringing him to the brink of the inevitable. “Oh for fuck’s sake, I’m c…!”



…TING!



He pulled out of the bitch on heat, so to speak, and immediately impaled himself into the equally welcoming warmth of Julie. He fucked her relentlessly and selfishly and she responded by encouraging him with sexual body language, as she matched his frantic shafting with her own gyrations, and filthy language.



“You’re going to cum, aren’t you?” she said pointlessly as she felt his body begin to stiffen. “That’s it Paul, fuck me big style. I want all of your spunk up my cunt and I want it NOW!”



He obliged and, with one final grunt, exploded inside of her.



“Oh God, that fells fucking good!” Julie screamed as she felt the first spurt of cum blast deep inside her, followed by another, then another, then another, until Paul finally collapsed on top of her, his body spent, their mixed sweat creating a suction between them that would need a crowbar to separate them.



The timer went off but Julie whispered into his ear, “Just stay there, I want to milk you dry.”



He couldn’t have moved anyway as he felt completely drained but, to his right, he saw that Tom and Bert had swapped pussies and were banging away with abandon.



As the seconds passed away, and his distorted breathing began to return to normal, he heard the soft voice mutter into his ear once more, “Time to get out Paul, I need a stiff cock up inside me. Come up here,” she added as she patted the top of the couch, “and I’ll lick you clean.”



He pulled out of her with a large squelch that all could hear and, when the timer went again, Julie got her wish and felt another nine inches of hard flesh penetrate her, as Tom stuck his cock up the cunt filled with Paul’s semen. More squelching noises were heard as he started to fuck her and Paul’s sperm tried to escape, soaking his buddy’s balls in the process, coating them with their stickiness. Tom couldn’t give a fuck and continued to bang the randy Julie to his heart’s content.



The thought, however, of enjoying sloppy seconds with her were overpowering and, halfway through his allotted time he made the announcement of the imminent departure that was about to leave his testes.



“I’m going to fucking cum!”



“Not inside me you bastard!” were Julie’s tender comment, “Fucking cum up Shirley!”



Tom only had seconds to last and he made the most of them as he left one pussy for another. Shagging Shirley hard he didn’t have to say any more, even if he could speak coherently, and he flooded her canal with loads, and loads, of his own ejaculation, his prick still having the remnants of the sticky goo of Paul that had been left up Julie and which Shirley knew so well.



He too heard tender comments being whispered into his ear as Shirley insisted that he stay inside her while her vaginal muscles caressed his flagging penis, pulling as much of his spunk out of his body and into hers.



That left Bert, so to speak, as the last man standing. He could only put his staying power down to the fact that it hadn’t been so long ago that he had spurted his cum, quite spectacularly, from between the gloriously mammoth tits that belonged to Shirley, bathing her with a pearl necklace that could make a fortune on e-bay!



“Come on Bert!” Tom complained after he had watched him have another round of trio fucking, “We don’t have all night. Hurry up, blow your load!”



Bert grunted that he was trying, and trying with as much energy that he could muster, when he felt the final dénouement. He was shafting Julie at the time but he suddenly had to release himself from her and, with thick cock in hand, pushed himself into the only cunt without recent cum inside of her.



Linda sighed with pleasure as she felt the jumbo can of beans slide up her, knowing that she was about to receive its hot juice that was currently hiding in his balls. Not for long though, as his semen started the race to leave their home and find a new one. The starter’s gun went off and millions of contestants left the double globes and sprinted up the blood-engorged cock to blast out of it into the silky warmth that awaited them.



Bert’s pleasure was complete as he forced more, and more, of the suicidal sperm up Linda’s hot, and luscious, hole until, like the two men before him, collapsed on top of a panting female.



“Oh fuck!” he managed to utter as he tried to give Linda a kiss, but he desperately needed to breath so that had to be curtailed. “Oh fuck!” he repeated instead as his head fell into the side of her face and nuzzled there content.



“About fucking time!” Tom moaned as he was being treated to post-orgasmic bliss by the soothing tongue of Julie as he watched his pal slump onto the generous folds of skin that belonged to Linda. “I thought you were going to be at it all night!!”



Bert ignored him as he felt Linda’s muscles doing to him what Julie and Shirley’s muscles had done to Paul and Tom before. Then he pulled out, making a disgusting sucking sound that sounded as if Linda had just farted.



Julie interrupted the moment of sensitive passion by declaring, “We’re not finished yet boys, not yet!”



“Uh?” asked Paul in disbelief as he looked down at his soft member and glanced across at the other two pricks that were in a similar state.



“You have to perform one more act for us,” she continued.



“But…” Tom began to plead but, with a flick of a finger from Julie, he was silenced.



Shirley carried on, “Bert?”



“Yes?” he somehow managed to mouth.



“Come and kneel in front of me,” she said in a commanding voice.



He did as he was told, albeit it with wobbly legs.



“Tom?” Julie was the next to speak.



“Uh?”



“Kneel in front of me.”



He obeyed.



“Paul?” this time it was Linda that spoke.



“I get the picture,” he said resignedly and he took his position and genuflected in front of the seeping pussy.



“Right you guys, you’ve had your fun,” Julie started to say but was interrupted by Paul.



“And you’ve not?” he asked incredulously.



“Oh yes we have,” Shirley said with a huge grin on her face, “but we need one more thing from you guys.”



“And what is that?” Bert asked tremulously.



“We want you to clean us up,” Linda finished the conversation.



The men looked at the three dripping pussies being displayed in front of them and, one by one, they realised what they had to do. Normally it would be a pleasure but each fuck-hole had another man’s cum inside of her and they had to lick them clean! Not only that but semen had run down from their pussies and had formed a small puddle of sperm in their arseholes. The girls recognised where the men’s gazes had taken them and it was Linda that spoke for them all.



“That’s right boys,” she said seductively, “start from the arse, make us clean again, then suck the semen from each other out of us until you make us cum! Got it?”



The men simply nodded and, just before they tackled the job in hand, Paul said in a quirky voice, “So no pressure then?”

It was late at night, on a Friday, and I had just left a long, boring party at my office. I was driving home to my apartment, struggling to stay awake. I was completely sober, but I was totally exhausted from a seemingly never-ending week full of meetings. While I was driving, at some point I must have lost my focus, because I glanced down at the dashboard and discovered that I was driving way over the speed limit. I immediately slammed on the brakes, and pulled over to the side of the street for a moment to take a break. I rubbed my eyes, had a drink of water, and took a few deep breaths. After a minute of rest, I decided that I was awake enough to start driving again. I switched on my turn signal, merged into traffic, and continued driving back to my apartment.



I had only driven a few blocks down the street when I noticed a car directly behind me driving just a few inches from my rear bumper. I thought that I may be driving too slow, so I accelerated. The car behind me sped up as well, and continued tailgating me. I decided to brush it off and ignore it, because I didn’t want to risk getting a speeding ticket just to appease an impatient tailgater. When I got another mile down the road, I was startled by flashing red and blue lights in my rearview mirror. Unfortunately, I hadn’t noticed that the car that was tailgating me was a police car. I switched on my turn signal, pulled over to the shoulder, and parked my car. I was in an unpopulated part of town, on a stretch of road with no streetlights. I was a little nervous, because there was no one else around, but I didn’t want to cause any problems. I sat in my car for a few moments and waited for the officer to come talk with me. In my driver’s side mirror, I saw the silhouette of a female officer approaching. She was about 5’6″, and she had a nice figure. I rolled down my window.



“Good evening, Sir.” She said. She was wearing tight blue pants, and a taut blue uniform top. The top two buttons of her shirt were undone, exposing a few inches of her bare chest. She had about C-cup breasts. Her shirt was tight enough that I could tell her breasts were nice and perky. She had medium-length brown hair, tied back in a ponytail. Her eyes were green, and she had long eyelashes. Her badge said that her name was Officer Taylor.



“Good evening, Officer.” I replied, smiling.



“Do you know how fast you were driving back there?” She asked.



“To be totally honest, I am not sure, but I don’t think I was going too fast.” I replied.



“You were doing thirty-five in a twenty-five zone,” She stated, “that’s ten over the speed limit.”



“Wow. I didn’t realize that I was going so fast. I’m very sorry about that.” I said.



“Your driver’s license, and vehicle registration, please.” She asked.



“Sure.” I replied. I removed my driver’s license from my wallet, and retrieved my vehicle registration from the console. I handed both items to Officer Taylor. She snatched them from me, and walked back to her patrol car.



After a few minutes of waiting in my car, Officer Taylor returned with my driver’s license and registration. She leaned into my window, and held out the items. As she leaned in, I was daydreaming about her breasts, and my penis became erect. I clumsily tried to take my license back from her, and I dropped it on my seat between my legs.



“Sorry, Sir.” Officer Taylor said, as she reached down between my legs to pick up my driver’s license. Her hand brushed against my crotch, and she felt my throbbing erection. She smiled briefly, and quickly regained her composure and made a serious face. Then she snatched up my license and handed it back to me.



“Thank you, Officer.” I said.



“You’re welcome. I have to write you a ticket, because you were speeding.” She said, smiling.



“I understand. Any way I could get a warning?” I asked.



“Well, you don’t have any other traffic violations that I could find in the computer, but you were speeding excessively.” She said.



“Thank you, Officer. I understand.” I said. I made direct eye contact with her and smiled. She blushed and immediately broke eye contact with me. In an attempt to find something else to fix her gaze upon, she looked back down at the enormous bulge in my pants.



She pulled a small pad of blank tickets from her back pocket and wrote me a ticket. She tore of the top page of the note pad and handed it to me. She placed the carbon-copy of the ticket into the front pocket of her pants.



“Have a nice evening, Sir.” Officer Taylor said, as she turned and began to walk back to her car.



I watched in my driver’s side mirror as she walked back to her car. She strutted slowly and casually toward her car, and her ass shook slightly with each step. When she was halfway back to her car, she stopped, and looked back over her shoulder directly into my mirror and caught me staring at her. She smiled at me suggestively, and then turned back toward her patrol car and continued walking. She seemed like she was into me, so I decided to go for it. I switched off my headlights, opened my door, and climbed out of my car.



She didn’t turn back to look at me, but she heard me. She walked to the front her patrol car, leaned forward, and placed her hands on the hood. I walked up behind her, and rubbed my body against hers from behind. Then I gently placed my hands on her hips, and glided my palms up the sides of her back, and then back down to her thighs.



Officer Taylor sighed and said, “You should probably frisk me.”



I ran my hands around her hips and grabbed tightly onto her hip bones. She moaned, and then I moved my hands back around to inspect her ass. I squeezed her ass cheeks, and then slipped my hands between her thighs. I tickled the insides of her thighs with my fingertips. She moaned again, and then pushed her legs apart. She followed my guidance, and spread her legs apart. I began to massage her thighs, and then cupped her pussy from behind with my right hand and began massaging her through her pants.



I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Have you been bad?”



I exhaled a deep breath into her left ear, and she moaned.



“Yes. I’ve been very bad.” She replied softly, “You should probably arrest me.”



I kissed her neck, and continued to massage her through her pants. With my left hand, I pulled her handcuffs off of her belt. She stood upright, removed her hands from the hood of her car, and placed them behind her back. I clasped the handcuffs around her wrists, and walked her to the back door on the driver’s side of her car. I opened the door, and she climbed in. She laid down on her stomach across the backseat. I climbed on top of her, and reached around underneath her stomach and unbuckled her belt.



“You are under arrest.” I told her.



“What did I do?” She asked.



“You’ve been a bad girl.” I explained, “You should probably be punished.”



“Yes, I have, and I deserve to be punished.” She confessed.



I wrapped my fingers around the waist of her pants and panties, and pulled them down just below her ass. Then I slid backward, almost entirely of the car. I leaned forward and licked her right ass cheek. She moaned. Then I bit her ass.



“Aaaahhh…” She cried.



“What do you think would be a fair punishment?” I asked, biting her ass cheek again.



I climbed back out of the car, and removed my pants. Then I climbed back in, and straddled her thighs. My throbbing cock was resting snugly between her ass cheeks.



“You should probably punish my pussy.” She answered.



I slapped my rock hard cock against her left ass cheek. Then I slipped my right hand between her legs, and cupped her bald, shaved pussy from behind, and began to massage her clit. Her pussy was dripping wet.



“That sounds fair.” I said.



I removed my right hand, and slipped my cock between her thighs, and began to tickle her pussy lips with the tip of my penis.



“I’m ready for my punishment.” She said.



I placed my hands on her shoulders and pressed her down hard against the backseat. Her left cheek pressed against the seat, and she opened her mouth, breathing heavily. Then I thrust my massive cock inside her. She moaned loudly as I penetrated her. She bent her legs at the knee, and her boots bumped against my back. I reached behind my back and closed the door. I pulled my penis back and thrust it inside her again.



“Yes!” She cried.



I let go of her shoulders, and placed my left hand between her shoulder blades, and held onto the chain of the handcuffs with my right hand. I began rhythmically pumping her pussy. My balls smacked against her thighs with every thrust. My cock was glistening from her juices, and it shimmered in the red and blue lights shining through the window from outside her patrol car.



“Are you learning from your punishment?” I asked her, as I thrust my cock deep inside her.



“I’ve been very bad! A bad girl like me needs to be punished hard!” She answered.



I grabbed onto her ponytail with my left hand, and pulled hard.



“Yes! That’s what I deserve!” She cried.



I slammed my cock into her, and she squealed. I pulled her head back by her ponytail, and continued pounding her pussy. She began to hyperventilate, and her body began to tremble.



“I’m cumming!” She cried.



“You’ve being bad again.” I said, “You’re enjoying your punishment.”



“Fuck me!” She screamed.



I fucked her hard and fast, and she continued to cum for several minutes. When her trembling subsided, I slowed down and let her catch her breath. I let go of the handcuff chain, and her ponytail. I continued to fuck her slowly from behind, straddling her thighs for a few minutes, and then I began massaging her ass cheeks in my hands.



“You deserve more punishment.” I said. Then I licked the middle finger of my right hand, and began tickling her ass. She was very ticklish, and she started to squirm the moment the tip of my finger touched her asshole. I gently inserted my finger into her ass, and she moaned.



“Punish my ass!” She begged.



I thrust her pussy faster with my cock, and began fucking her asshole with my finger. Her pussy tightened up around my cock, and I could tell that she was going to cum again at any moment. So, I started slamming my finger into her asshole. Her mouth was wide open, and her breathing intensified. She was on the brink of orgasm again. I pulled my cock out of her pussy, and my finger out of her asshole. Then I quickly thrust my throbbing cock into her asshole.



“Aaaahhh!” She screamed as I penetrated her ass. I leaned forward on top of her, with my chest pressing against her back. Then I reached around her waist with my left hand and began massaging her clit, while I continued to fuck her in her ass. I placed my right hand on the back of her head, and pressed her face against the seat.



“Oh my God!” She screamed. Her legs began to shake. Her boots banged against my ass. She began to gyrate her hips, pressing her clit against my fingertips. She started to cum again.



“Take it!” I ordered her.



“Yes!” She cried.



The entire car was shaking, and the windows were covered in fog. She screamed uncontrollably, and hopelessly tried to catch her breath. I pounded her ass hard for a few minutes while she came. Suddenly, her body completely relaxed, and I heard her boots bump against the door behind me. I pulled my cock out of her ass, and slowly turned her over on her back. I straddled her waist, and reached up and unbuttoned her shirt, from top to bottom. Then I reached behind her back, and she sat up slightly. I unclasped her bra, pulled it off, and tossed it on the floor.



Her breasts were just like I had imagined. They were C-cups, round and firm, and her nipples were pink, and erect. I leaned forward and licked her right nipple. She moaned in satisfaction. Then I licked her left nipple, and nibbled on it.



Then I sat back up, and continued to straddle her, and began stroking my throbbing cock right my right hand. Some precum dripped from the head of my penis, and slowly dropped down to her navel. She seemed fascinated by the power of my cock, and watched in amazement. I was about to shoot my load all over her tits, and I asked, “How about that ticket?”



“What ticket?” She asked me, as a huge grin spread across her face.



I felt my cock begin to spasm, and then I shot out a huge load of cum. It blasted all the way to her face, drenching her teeth and lips. She quickly licked up my cum, and then opened her mouth, awaiting my next burst of cum. I shot another load, and this time it landed right in her mouth. She moaned in satisfaction, and swallowed. I shot several more loads, and covering her nipples and belly button with my cum. Then I reached down to the waist of her pants, that were now down to her knees. I took her keychain off of her belt. She sat up slightly, and I reached behind her back and unlocked the handcuffs. She instantly began to massage my cum all over her breasts. She closed her eyes, and smiled again. Then she began to wipe up my cum with her fingertips. She started with her tits, and then her belly button. Lastly, she wiped a few drops of my cum off of her cheeks. Then she licked her fingertips clean.



She laid across the backseat in orgasmic bliss for several minutes, and then I finally climbed off her, and opened the door behind me. I climbed out of the car and quickly put my pants back on. She put her bra back on, buttoned her shirt, and then pulled her pants up to her waist, zipped them up, and rebuckled her belt. Then she climbed out of the car and stood beside me. She pulled the ticket that she wrote earlier from her pocket, and tore it up.



“Thanks for tearing up my ticket.” I said, graciously.



“Thanks for tearing me up, too.” She said, smiling.

Susan strode towards the dance floor. She turned briefly to adjust her top, accentuating her cleavage more deeply. Her face displayed a confident smirk. Her step was bold. Her breasts jiggled with every footfall. She drew stares of disdain from some of the women, interested leers from some of the men. Unholy strength coursed through her body. She had fed well on semen, and the life force she had taken in expressed itself in vigour and energy undreamed of.



Laughing, she swirled onto the dance floor, twisting and grinding to the rhythm. Her eyes were closed and she still wore her satisfied, smug smile. She felt so dramatically different from earlier tonight. Before, she was doing her best to seem attractive and available, and it was useless. Now she cared not who was watching, who was interested, yet she knew she was drawing men to her. They would be piqued, curious, and drawn to her bold, unashamed confidence like moths to a flame.



How many would feed her tonight? And beg for more? She laughed again, brimming over with satisfaction and bliss.



She thanked Danuta silently. She blessed her, and her sisters… thanked the goddess that she had made their acquaintance. Earlier tonight she’d convinced herself that it was a curse, a mistake. Now she knew that it was everything she had hoped. And so much more. Her life had begun in earnest, tonight.



She opened her eyes, grinning as she spun on the floor. Her ankles, knees and thighs felt like coils of steel. Even in her high heeled pumps, she was able to dip and squat low, rotating her hips in ever widening circles, spreading her stance and rising, to stand erect with her hands raised, swaying in the air. Every movement was pure joy. Surely she could feel no better than this.



Her gaze was caught by a good-looking stud with gelled hair, loose fitting jeans and a tight sweater. He obviously worked out. He regarded her with intent, his head nodding slightly in acknowledgment as their eyes met. She grinned wider, feeling lust exude from her being at every sultry movement.



Mac’s imposing form caught her eye from the direction of the door. Oh, he had such a macho pose… Broad shouldered, relaxed, head slightly inclined back, arms just flexed enough to show his biceps… He made a brief kissy face and shot a wide, toothy grin to her. She blew a kiss back. Mac was clearly intending to mark his territory. She just used it as a catalyst to become flirtier, more seductive, more free… It seemed such a paradox, one that was impossible for her to grasp even five hours ago. Look like a whore. Act like you don’t care if men are looking. Be outrageous, scandalous, slutty. And they’ll fall at your feet.



She was sated now, and so concentrated on this wonderful, liberating new sense of self she had. Any one of these cocks might feed her later. It was up to her to decide when, and which.



For now she just danced, loving how sexy and powerful she felt.



Some of her human instincts expressed themselves, and she began walking to the bar to get a drink. Altering her course half way, she checked herself, remembering how her last attempt at whiskey had gone. She was a teetotaler now. Or a sperm-totaler, rather.



The gel-haired stud approached her and asked if she wanted a drink. She politely declined, adding that maybe later tonight he could give her an extra-special drink. She licked her lips and tossed her head in laughter, leaving him bewildered and intrigued.



Six days ago she had been with Danuta and her sisters. It was to be the last time for a long while, perhaps forever.



She had gained their full trust. They had made an offer, she had taken the time they required, considered carefully, and accepted. That night, after a final period of information exchange, they would conduct the ritual. That night, she would become a spermárevő.



“Things are much easier for us in the modern world,” explained Eniko. “We recruit young men from the internet. They have very limited knowledge of our habits, and none of our true nature. All the knowledge they have is that we are uniquely talented at performing fellatio, and, if a young man passes our screening processes, will get blowjobs from one or all of us several times a day.”



Zorana expounded on the subject. “There are several levels of screening they must pass before we will actually meet. If they are approved, the first feeding is free. So they understand what pleasures might await them. Then they must provide us with generous donations to continue visiting, and if they wish to become houseboys, like Joel and Ken, they turn all their incomes over to us directly and may live in the house with us for a couple of days a week.”



“We keep them for about four months at maximum,” said Eniko. “Any longer than that and they may start to notice the effects of aging.”



“We move frequently,” said Danuta. “This is mostly because of the vampire hunters. We exist, as do they. Spermárevő are even more rare than nosferatu, but we known, and we are hunted. North America used to be much safer for spermárevő; we were not well known on this continent. But in the last forty years or so, we’ve had to be increasingly careful.”



Susan felt compelled to ask a question. If she was turned, she felt it was important to know. She just hoped the question wasn’t too imposing.



“Tell me,” she asked, “Please, what happened 46 years ago? The last time you… killed?”



Kinia and Eniko exchanged nervous glances.



“We’ll talk about that in a bit,” said Danuta. “The related subject has to be tabled; it’s important. When we turn you, we must abandon you.”



Susan’s eyes widened a bit.



“This is for our own safety. A young spermárevő is much less in control of her urges. It is much easier for her to kill. We cannot attract the attention of vampire hunters because of the indiscretions of a youngling.”



“Abandon? How, exactly?” asked Susan. “I knew we would be parted, but… I didn’t know, well, I really don’t know…”



“We must leave you,” Danuta stated. “Alone. Completely, to fend for yourself. If you can survive, if you can stay undetected, if you can establish yourself, you can come and seek us out.”



“But, but… How will I…”



Danuta shushed her gently. “We will explain more and give you a list of things you should do or find. After that, you’re on your own.”



Susan balked. She had had second thoughts about this whole idea, but had quelled them. She had assumed that she would have some guidance or protection from the coven, though, and it now seemed that none would be forthcoming.



Danuta and her sisters detailed what she should garner for herself in preparation for the change. A basement apartment in a low-income area. A deep freeze. Any cool chamber would do, really, a coffin, a concrete vault… The modern world afforded certain comforts, though, and this applied to vampires as well. A hat and veil. A coat and gloves. Tinfoil. Black spray paint. Cash. Bleach. Kerosene. A hunting knife. Garbage bags. Duct tape. Gold jewelry. A cellular phone with a pay-as-you-go plan. A van or RV. A wig. Sunglasses. Makeup. Fake identification.



They put the list and the applications for the items onto a printed copy, and also gave her a copy on a flash drive. They advised her to commit the copy to memory and destroy the originals.



They also gave her a few scripts and pre-fabricated plausible back stories and excuses that might explain some of the peculiarities and situations a spermárevő might find herself in.



It was a lot to take in, and several times Susan had thought she was in over her head. But she kept coming back to the realization that this was real. This was her dream. She had been suffering, hurting, and wanting all her life. And that this could be the answer to all her prayers.



“So… We’ve explained most of what challenges you’ll face when turned,” said Danuta. “And now, we’ll tell you some more about what happened when we last killed.”



Susan was anxious, and had a growing sense of unease. She remembered what was said to her previously. In order to be turned, a life must be lost…



She was correct in her suspicions. Eniko spoke. “It was 46 years ago, now. There was a girl that we had met. Gotten to know, taken into confidence. Similar to how we have with you. This was in another country. It was the first time in over 100 years we’d made a decision to turn someone.”



Zorana spoke next. “She was soft, shy. Demure, I suppose. She had been beaten as a child. We felt that she would benefit form our gift.”



“I turned her,” said Eniko.



“It was all our decision, though, Sister,” Zorana responded. “It could have been any one of us. As it will be for you, Susan. We have all agreed to turn you.”



“The girl we turned…” said Eniko, “She couldn’t control herself. She killed. Repeatedly. We think she got a taste for it.”



“In any case, the vampire hunters got her,” Danuta said. “And this is why we must separate ourselves from you. We have the most sincere hope that you will be able to master yourself. To control your urge. To use your craft, guile, and wit. To survive.



“If you are able to do this you can seek us out. We will be overjoyed to welcome you into our coven, but your test is to survive and perform a ritual for us.



“There is a church in Estonia. Karja Church. Survive for longer than a year, and find that church. Light a torch in the highest window at night. And we will come to you, enact the ritual, and you will be part of our coven, a new sister.”



“If you can’t see that through,” said Kinia, her characteristic grin absent, “Then you’re on your own. To join us you must show your tenacity and resourcefulness. Otherwise you will just draw the vampire hunters to us.”



“And they will come,” added Zorana. “We have had to fight them from time to time. And we will have to again at some point. Technology has made things easier for us, but it has also made things easier for them. It is a dance.”



There was a long silence. Susan wanted to speak, but no words found their way past her lips. Her path was clear, and bleak, and fraught with danger. She was terrified, but she knew that if she tried to carry on with her old life, knowing what she knew, having passed up this offer, she would never be able to live fully.



In the present, Susan was strutting through the bar. She felt like a celebrity, or an infamous criminal. She felt untouchable, separate from the herd. Like she was the girl every man wanted, and every girl hated. And she was loving every second.



She was still seeking that trucker guy, but losing interest rapidly. He was one penis. In a veritable churning ocean of penises. All at her disposal. Why should she obsess over one man that had slighted her? That was petty. And Human. She smirked, feeling free and powerful leaving that behind her.



The gel-hair stud caught her eye again. He was clearly interested. That would do. She wished to feed again. He would be her next host.



“Well, hi, there,” he said with a grin as she approached. He was clearly preening with masculine pride at her apparent selection of him. Susan was positively glowing. She’d never felt a tenth this attractive.



“Hi there, yourself,” she grinned at him.



“Thought about that drink?”



“I have,” she replied. “And I want it.” Her grin broadened. “From you.” Her gaze traveled very obviously to his crotch then back up. “Now.”



“…Uh…” was his eloquent response.



“Come with me,” she ordered, strode off towards the entrance. As she passed the nook with the pool tables, she spied the trucker. Mmm, his broad shoulders, his thick arms, broad jaw… A flash of indignant, cold anger went through her. He had dared to refuse her? He dared not now.



A smile returning to her face, she took her stud’s hand. She hadn’t seen Tony lock the abandoned kitchen, so she made for it in a break in the crowd.



It was unlocked, so she led her stud inside with a smile. “So… so, what’s this?” he asked.



“Abandoned kitchen,” she remarked.



“Uh huh. Apparently… What’s your play, Cutie?” he enquired with a smirk, trying to take back some sense of initiative.



“Now I suck your cock,” she smiled, dropping to her knees before him.



“Uh…” he started again, clearly unprepared for this eventuality. “Uh, ok Beautiful… Will you tell me your name?”



“Does it matter?” she grinned up at him, licking her lips and undoing his jeans.



“I, uh… I guess not?”



He gasped as she dove forward and took his meat into her mouth. Immediately, she began applying a steady, gentle suction while simultaneously stimulating the underside of his penis with her tongue. Feeling the joy of her power over this stranger, and the anticipation of even greater strength, joy and satisfaction, the threw herself into the task of delivering this blowjob with gusto.



“Whoa!” he breathed. “Holy shit! Whooo!”



She chuckled as she took him in deeper. She was thoroughly enjoying this. It seemed that every guy that she blew found her to be the best he ever had. Was this cock number five for the night? She was looking forward to losing track. She dragged her lips sensuously along his shaft, sucking him back in, and dragging her way back out.



His breath came in staccato gasps. He shivered at her movements, clenching his entire body and trembling with ecstasy. “My god, girl! You are crazy! I fucking… Ah! I fucking love it!”



Maybe she was a bit crazy? she thought. Regardless, she wanted his load. She was eager to feel his penis twitch and erupt glorious, delicious wads of semen into her mouth.



She accelerated the pace of her sucking-and-dragging routine, increasing the intensity of the suction. Her stud began grunting, then calling out in lust. She flicked her tongue rapidly on the underside of his helmet, causing him to jump and cry out.



“Ahh!” he choked. “Aah! Aah! AAAHHHHHH!!!”



He began pumping out gooey blobs of sperm into Susan’s mouth. She greedily swallowed it all down. Shot after shot of the thick, pearly, life-giving semen filled her mouth. Each swallow was, bliss, joy, and pure power. Her muscles fairly sang with unbridled energy.



She finished him, squeezing the last delicious drops out on to her tongue. Rising, she smiled luridly and silently at him. He gasped for breath, a wide, incredulous grin on his face.



“Holy shit!” he gasped again. “You have a boyfriend?”



“Several,” she chuckled mysteriously.



“Come on, what’s your name? What are you doing, like, right now? Can I buy you that drink?”



“Nope, just had one, thanks.” She smiled and made for the door and exited the kitchen without a further word. She had spotted trucker-guy. She had a new mission. Petty or not, his dick would be hers.



Six days ago, Susan had made her decision. She was to become a spermárevő. That night. She had chosen Danuta to turn her.



“We thought you would say yes,” Kinia said, in her musical way of speaking. “It solves one of our problems, should you have refused.” Susan looked up curiously at her cryptic statement.



“Let us introduce you to Gary O’Donnell,” said Zorana, in answer to Susan’s unspoken question, as she led the five of them upstairs. “Joel and Ken will participate in the first two parts of the ritual. Gary will be our third.”



Susan had a spreading sense of dread, suspecting what she was speaking of. This Gary was to die.



Fully ascending the staircase, Zorana gestured toward a large wooden cabinet. “Ken and Joel will have no knowledge of his participation, naturally.”



Susan noted that much of the furniture upstairs was missing.



Zorana opened the cabinet to reveal a naked man, tied up tightly, gagged and blindfolded, suspended from the top of the cabinet by his bonds.



“Gary is a rapist,” Danuta stated plainly. “He is a repeat offender, having beaten women of various ages often to the point of hospitalization.” She smiled at the struggling form. “He was paroled recently. Because of several technicalities in his legal case, he has only been convicted of two counts of assault with intent to cause bodily harm. He was released early for good behaviour.”



She paused, tracing his jawline with her finger as he shied away. “He will not be missed…”



Susan’s heart was pounding. She was filled with fear, as well as sympathy mixed with loathing for this naked, bound man who was soon to be no more.



To feed her.



To give her life, eternal.



“Well, let’s put him away for now, shall we?” smiled Danuta, closing the cabinet. “You may have observed that many of our effects have been removed from the dwelling here. We are moving. This will be Ken and Joel’s last evening with us. They are free after tonight, with their memories of us to haunt them.” She smiled again.



Eniko spoke next. “We were planning to move whether we turned you or not. It’s our policy. We stay on the move.”



Susan could find no words.



“We have other hosts lined up at another location,” Danuta said. “After you are turned, you will wake up in this house. We advise you to wait until dusk before you leave. Certainly do not leave after midnight. Never underestimate the daylight. Always leave far more time than you need before dawn. And remember the contingencies we have taught you.”



As Susan remained silent, Danuta continued. “Well, we are ready. There is no point delaying the ritual, hm? All we need is your acquiescence.”



She paused. “Do you want to be turned, Susan? Do you wish to give up your mortal life? To become a vampire? A spermárevő?”



Susan paused, barely able to breathe. “…Yes,” she finally replied. “Yes, I do.”



Eniko called out downstairs, “Ken! Joel! We have need of you!”



The two came bounding up the stairs shortly. They both had expectant, eager expressions on their faces. Ken had a bulge in the crotch of his pants.



“As you know,” Eniko addressed them, “Tonight we shall all be leaving.” This pronouncement was met with sad, empathetic, longing smiles from the pair. “But before you are dismissed, we have a special treat for you.”



Danuta began removing her dress. “You’ve both received a number of blowjobs from all of us,” she said as she disrobed. “And believe me, we’ve enjoyed them at least as much as you have.”



They grinned widely at her. She was removing her bra and panties now. “Kinia and Eniko have fucked you both a handful of times. But tonight, before you leave, I want you both to fuck me.” Their grins broadened as they looked briefly at each other, then back at Danuta.



She reclined on the couch, spreading her legs and stroking her slit. “You first, Ken. Come here and fuck me.”



“Yes, Ma’am!” was his enthusiastic response.



Quickly shedding his clothing, he revealed his thick cock, jerked it a few times to bring it to full erection, and laid down between her legs.



Danuta sighed and Ken gasped as he pressed the helmet of his rod against her vulva. She smiled up at him as he shivered. “Go on, push.”



Kinia was sitting down on one of the high-backed chairs, watching intently. She placed one of her feet on the seat of the chair and hiked her dress up. Exposing her muff, she placed her right hand over her mound and began squeezing gently.



Ken entered Danuta as he quivered and gasped in short breaths. She moaned in pleasure, bringing a huge smile to his lips. Zorana and Eniko were both watching with detached interest as Kinia masturbated and Joel stared with a growing bulge in his pants.



Susan was scared. Her apprehension had reached a high point, and adrenaline was rushing through her system. Despite this, she began to get incredibly turned on watching Ken fuck Danuta.



He had increased his pace slightly now, rotating his hips as he thrust in and out. Danuta closed her eyes and purred in satisfaction, gently murmuring, “Yes, yes…” to encourage Ken’s actions.



He thrust more insistently, grunting and grimacing as he drove into her. His large, thick, glistening member disapperared inside Danuta again and again. Her sighs and gasps turned into moans of pleasure. She looked him in the eyes with burning passion. “Come on, Ken,” she breathed. “Fuck me. Harder.”

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