It was an unwanted family tradition. I had given birth to Jamie when I was sixteen, my mother had given birth to me when she was seventeen, my grandmother had given birth to my mom when she was fifteen and she wasn’t even her first child. And so it went, a long string of very young mothers stretching back into the mists of time. Whether it was a blessing or a curse or just a simple function of genetics, the matriarchal side of our family tree has always had three things in common; big boobs, raging libidos and frightfully fertile loins. As a result, our fore-mothers had been subjected to strident religious indoctrination, social chastisement, arbitrary punishments, and even quarantine, but they always ended up with a baby in their belly and a disappointed family reluctantly committed to helping raise yet another unwanted bastard infant.

Obviously the old ways didn’t work.

It seemed to me that the only alternative was to arm my daughter with knowledge. So I started her sex education when she first started asking where babies came from and continued teaching her ever since. I was honest and no topic was out of bounds, even when she started asking me about my sex own life. And when she started getting interested in boys I immediately took her to get contraception. My mentoring may had been a little too thorough since she had developed a reputation as her high school’s biggest slut, perhaps justifiably, but at least she was partying on her eighteenth birthday and not getting up early to feed a toddler like I had been.

Excuse me for patting myself on the back, but I was full of contentment that morning for having finally broken the family curse.

Janie didn’t get up until almost one. I was spending a lazy Saturday doing the crossword and listing to all of my Garth Brooks albums on shuffle when she wandered into the kitchen looking worn. I smiled at her and saw that something was bothering her almost immediately. A mother can tell.

“Good afternoon sunshine. How was your date?” I said, figuring that if something was wrong it probably had to do with her date. She had been seeing some guy name Tom for the last couple of weeks but she had been uncharacteristically stingy on the details.

“Fun,” she said as she opened the refrigerator door to find a Coke.

“What’d you guys do?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

She didn’t answer right away. She sat at the table across from me and took a long pull on her can of Coke while looking off at nothing in particular. I could almost see her mind working back behind those big, dark eyes of hers; trying to decide how much to tell me. I was willing to let her decide. While it is true we were very open with each other I realize everyone has their secrets and all relationships have their boundaries.

Finally she put her can down and looked at me. From the hard gleam in her eye I knew she had decided to share something big. “I… um, I mean we… had a three-way last night.”

Now personally, I’m not a big fan of three-ways. Unless you’re truly bisexual you almost always spend a lot of time waiting for your turn and not one man in twenty can properly satisfy two women at once. Besides, every long term three-way I’ve been in ends up with everybody pissed off at each other. I’d told Jamie all of this years ago when a boyfriend had been pressuring her and another girl to give it a try. She had gone ahead with it only to find out that I was right. That’s why I was so surprised she was trying it again.

“Really?” I said, keeping cool about it. “Who was your third?”

“Tom’s friend Brian.”

Well, I almost spit out my water. A two guy three-way was like a home made rocket ship; apt to blow up and scorch you badly, but totally worth the risk if it holds together. It had been almost ten years since I’d last had two guys at once and I still masturbated to the memories.

“Oh,” I managed to say. “Did they use protection?”

“Of course,” she said with a roll of her eyes. She frequently grew tired of my lectures on birth control.

“Did it go well?”

Janie smiled. Her relief at having told me without having me lose my cool was palpable and her enthusiasm for her new experience came bubbling through. “Oh mom it was awesome. Both those guys touching me, kissing me, moving inside me… I came so hard. It was like the best sex ever.”

“How did they do it, oral and vag or anal and vag?”

“Oral. They wanted to try the other way but I was nervous and told them we could try that some other time.”

“So Brian is going to join you again?” I asked, feeling guilty for feeling jealous.

“Weeell,” she began with obvious trepidation. “That’s the thing.”

“What’s what thing?”

“Well, Brian and Tom have some friends they want to introduce me to. Tonight. I’m curious, and seriously turned on by the idea, but I’m a little scared.”

This little piece of news about knocked me out of my chair. I’ve always tried to be a cool mother but this was too much for me. “A gangbang!” I sputtered. “They want to get their friends together to gangbang you?!”

“Jeez mom, I didn’t say I was going to do it.”

“That’s really dangerous Janie. You could get seriously hurt.”

“Tom’s a nice…”

“I don’t care. You get that many men together and they start acting like animals. What if they decide they want to take off their condoms halfway through? What could you do about it?”

“I’m on the pill too, remember?”

“You know what I’m talking about Jane.”

“He said they’re all going out to get tested today.”

“Sure they are. How do you know they won’t just show you some bogus documentation?”

“That’s just it. I don’t know what that shit…”

“Watch your language young lady.”

“I don’t know what that stuff looks like. I need someone there who has some experience and can supervise things; someone who can check their documentation and can stop the party if I need help.”

“And who exactly will do all this for you?”

“Well, I already said Tom is nice, but you said he didn’t count because men are animals.”

“That’s right. They are.”

“Well, I guess Tom will have to do.”

“I thought you said you weren’t going to do it,” I said, almost lapsing into a yell.

“I said I hadn’t decided yet, but the more I think about it the hotter it seems. Doesn’t it sound awesome having all those guys around you, waiting to fuck you?”

“I said watch your language,” I reminded her. But she was right. It did sound hot. Frankly, it was a long held fantasy of mine but had long ago put it in the category of ‘Things That Never Actually Happened Outside Of Pornography’. Maybe if I had been dating around when I was eighteen instead of potty training Janie I would have had my chance. I had aged well and looked at least half a decade younger than thirty four, but God I was a hot little bitch when I was that age; the guys would have been lining up for a chance to share me.

Suddenly I realized that my mind had wandered off as I thought of men lining up for a poke at me. I looked back to Janie and she had an intense look to her face as she stared into my eyes. “So I guess Tom will have to chaperone,” she said again.

My stomach flipped over as I belated realized what she was hinting at. “Oh Janie, no…” I said slowly.

“Come on mom,” she whined; sounding like the teenager I sometimes forgot she was. “It’s my birthday.”

For a long time I just looked at my horny young daughter, my jaw hanging open. Then I forbid her from going, of course. And, of course, she claimed I couldn’t stop her since she was legally an adult. Then things got ugly as we had our worst fight in over a year. We both ended up screaming at each other until she slammed her bedroom door and I collapsed sobbing on the couch.

As I started considering my options I realized I was making the same mistake as my mother and grandmother and great-grandmother, on down the line, back to infinity. I knew I couldn’t stop her; not forever. I remembered the bone deep horny impulses that used to drive me to climb out of my bedroom window on school nights and sneak off with boys during Sunday School. Heck, I still felt it every day; it was just simpler to act on now. So, with a sinking feeling I realized that the only way out of this gangbang situation was straight through it and the only safe route for Janie was for me to go along and supervise.

So, reluctantly, I knocked on Janie’s door and told her I’d take her to Tom’s.

As we prepared that afternoon I was glum and nervous at first, but Janie’s giggling excitement was infectious. Before long I had caught her feverish anticipation. I treated us both to lunch, after which we got Brazilian waxes, facials, mud baths and colonics. We left the day spa sparkling clean from head to toe, inside and out. I told myself I’d gone through the whole regimen with Janie to lend moral support, but I was already imagining scenarios where I had to step in and take over as Janie sobbed that she was wrong and I was right and would I please, please, please do this gangbang for her because she was so scared, and I’d just shrug and step into a crowd of horny young men who would take me in their strong hands and use my every orifice as a playground while my daughter just shook her head in wonder at my sexual acumen and parental wisdom.

Quite honestly, I was growing hornier by the minute.

Finally we were ready. Janie wore a very short, very tight black skirt and a tight pink halter top that showed of her young, naturally firm breasts and abdomen. I was wearing a tight and short dark blue dress that showed my cleavage to a scandalous degree and exhibited the hard body I’d crafted during my dozen years as an aerobics instructor. Janie wore her long, straight, sable colored hair down, I wore my blond locks the only way you can wear loose curly hair; loose and curly. We looked good. Better than good; we looked stunningly sexy; eminently doable.

And it was time to go.

I drove us there as the day was giving way to evening. We were both quiet and jumpy with anticipation as I drove into the city on unfamiliar streets. As I piloted the car I heard a telltale humming sound from my right and looked over to find Janie with a vibrator up her skirt, head back and eyes half closed as she buzzed herself towards climax.

“What the heck are you doing?” I demanded.

“I’m going nuts over here. I just need to take the edge off.”

“Darn it Janie, you’re going to have half a dozen guys pushing to get at you in a few minutes, get a hold of yourself.”

“Oh mom…” she whined.

I sympathized with her. I really did. I too was about ready to crawl out of my skin from nervousness and fear and desire and a whole host of freaky conflicted impulses. I wished I could’ve got myself off, if only to settle my mind, but the afternoon just got away from me. But I wasn’t about to sit there and drive while my daughter masturbated in the seat next to me.

“I’m serious young lady. You’re a woman now and you need to grow up and learn to control your desires.”

“Well you don’t sound in control of yours,” she said in a pout as she pulled the six inch long device from under her skirt.

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

“Just that you seem pretty freaked out.”

“I’m taking my daughter to a gangbang. How the heck do you expect me to act?”

“Like you won’t take out that pepper spray I saw you put in your purse and start randomly spraying people at my party.”

Maybe Janie had a point. I was on edge and jumpy. She didn’t even know I also had a taser and a handgun in my purse. I considered what she’d said. It was kind of a recipe for disaster. But I was feeling stubborn. “I’ll be fine,” I said

“When was the last time you even got laid?”

“Gosh. I guess it was four, or was it five, days ago. Some customer at TJ’s.” I recalled the encounter. It had been at my night job bartending at Tiggle Jitz; a too brief encounter in the back room with a customer who talked a better game than he was able to produce.

“FIVE DAYS? Holy shit mom, no wonder you’re on edge. Did you even come?”

“No. And I’m tired of telling you to watch your language.”

She looked over at me for a long time then, in a low voice, said, “Come on mom, you need some relief.” She reached over and held the still buzzing vibrator against my inner thigh.

“What are you doing?” I said with alarm as I jumped in my seat.

“Come on mom, if you’re going to be my safety net I need you chill. Let me help you out.” She moved the tip of the vibrator up under my dress. I felt it lightly touch my pussy.

“Please Janie, stop it,” I said unconvincingly.

She didn’t stop it. She pushed the vibrator more firmly against my vulva and began moving it up and down over the thin fabric of my panties. I began panting, I knew I should stop her, but, as she said, I needed to stay ‘chill’.

She pulled my panties to the side and found my clit. She slid the vibrator down across it, along my lips and into my vagina. I gasped as I clutched the wheel tightly. I opened my mouth to tell her to stop, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak. Soon she was thumbing my clit as she pulled the humming plastic phallus against the front wall of my vag, hitting the G spot behind my pubis just right. I moaned as we pulled up to a red light and I let my thighs open wider.

“That’s right, relax. Let it go,” said Janie to me softly as her lips gently kissed along my collarbone.

“Janie, this is…” I meant to say “wrong”, but I couldn’t. I felt the orgasm welling up from within me now; filling every cell with the trilling power of animal release. I let my head fall back against the car seat as my breaths started panting out in ragged huffs. Janie’s face was down between my boobs now, her tongue licking down along my cleavage. Her thumb circled my clit as the vibrator buzzed inside me. I was so close; just a few strokes away from climax.

An impatient honk brought me back to cognizance and I looked up to see the light had turned green. I slammed my foot down on the gas and we leapt forward as I pushed Janie away from me. I’d almost let my own daughter get me off. What kind of monster was I?

“You want to pull over?” she asked.

“No,” I answered.

“But you didn’t come. I thought it seemed like you… Hey, that’s Tom’s building right there.”

We pulled up to a very swanky high rise and found a parking spot around the corner. I was surprised this Tom fellow lived in such a ritzy neighborhood. I was even more surprised when the doorman showed us to a special elevator to the penthouse. I had envisioned Janie’s friend Tom as another of her college boys, but as the elevator brought us quickly skyward I began to wonder who exactly she’d been dating. However, my stomach was turning somersaults in double-time now, so I couldn’t bring myself to quiz her in the few seconds we had before we reached the top.

The door opened and we stepped into a richly appointed apartment with large paintings, full windows and high ceilings. Arrayed before us was a group of men in dark blue bathrobes. They mostly seemed to be in their forties and late thirties. Their eyes bore into us with unconcealed lust.

“I was expecting five or six guys Janie, there’s like fifteen men here,” I said quietly as we walked out towards them.

“I know,” she said. I could hear the nervousness in her voice.

“Is everything well, ladies?” said a dapper man with a gray flecked, old fashioned handlebar mustache and thinning, slicked back hair. His voice purred with a slight Italian accent. He walked up and gently kissed Janie on the cheek.

“Yeah Tom, I just wasn’t expecting so many guys,” said Janie.

So this was Tom, I thought; an aging pervert eager to hand my naive daughter to his horny friends. I bristled when I realized this was probably a game for these men; enticing young women into this swank penthouse, using them up and tossing them away. I wondered how many other young women had come before my Janie.

“And Tom, I’d like you to meet my friend Patty,” she said, indicating me. I’d asked her to not let them know I was her mother. For some reason I didn’t want this roomful of perverts to think I was a bad parent.

“It is a pleasure to meet you,” he said smoothly.

“I’m just here to make sure my friend stays safe. I don’t want you guys screwing her over,” I said.

“Of course Jane will be safe, but, to be blunt, screwing is the entire point of this party, no?” he said calmly. Everyone laughed but me.

“Look,” I said curtly. “I want to set some rules here. The safe word for tonight is ‘stop’. Not just ‘stop’, it is any word that means stop or wait or hold on or quit; anything. Also, no pictures, no videos, no recordings of any kind. Thirdly, you’re all going to wear condoms…”

There was a moan from the assembled men. Several complained vocally that they spent good time and money getting blood tests this afternoon and they’d be damned if they were going to wear rubbers. Tom approached me and gently took my elbow to invite me to talk with him privately. My eyes glaring hard at him, I followed him to the corner of the room where two huge windows met at a right angle and presented a million dollar view of the city as the setting sun reflected on the slow moving river in the distance. Tom handed me a folder with a set of nearly identical papers.

“Would you like to inspect these?” he asked.

I opened the folder and leafed through them. They were genuine alright. One doesn’t remain as sexually active as I’d been most of my adult life and not get to recognize a valid HIV test result. I’d even used that lab. I counted through them and there were seventeen separate reports. I did a quick count of the room and counted seventeen men. In amongst them was Janie shooting me a look of profound irritation.

“I assure you your daughter will be safe,” said Tom as I slowly looked over the medical reports again. They’d had the darn things notarized and everything.

“I just don’t want her…” I paused when I realized he’d referred to Janie as my daughter. “Did she tell you?” I asked with an air of betrayal. Looking over at her I saw she was sitting on a barstool drinking what looked like a coke and laughing as men gathered around her closely. A big black guy had her hand on her knee.

“No. It is very obvious. You two look so much alike; your mouths, the shape of your faces, your eyes, your, if I may be so forward, exceedingly sexy bodies. She already told me she had no siblings so I deduced the relationship rather quickly.”

“You must think I’m I horrible mother.”

“No. Quite the opposite. You are a very kind parent to not only permit this, but to chaperone it to ensure your daughter’s safety. It must be very difficult for you. If I had a daughter of my own I hope I could be as liberal.”

I looked over at Janie again. A man had moved behind her and was kneading her shoulders. The black man’s hand had moved off her knee and now rested well up on her thigh. Another let his robe fall open and she reached down to take his penis in her hand.

I handed the test results back to Tom. “Is it really that important that you don’t wear condoms?”

“We would greatly prefer it. But it is important to Jane. She’s told me she’s never experienced many of the tactile facets of, um, let’s call it ‘primitive’ sex. She has fetishized semen as a missing piece of her sexual life. It would probably be best for her if she has this experience now, while it’s safe.”

This was all news to me. To hear a complete stranger tell me how my daughter was obsessing over cum was like a kick in the gut. Suddenly some of the oddly specific sexual questions she had been asking lately made a lot of sense.

I looked over at her again. Her empty drink was on the bar and she sat holding a cock in each hand. The black man was pulling her panties off her ankles and the man behind her was unlatching the strap of her halter-top. Several of the other men had opened their robes and were stroking their cocks to attention. Her face was lit up with an enormous smile; at least, it was until her eyes fell on me again, at which point her face drooped into a disappointed scowl.

“Fine. You guys can go bareback,” I said.

“Excellente!” he said with a big smile. Looking over at Janie, who was now standing topless while two men slid her skirt down her legs, Tom suggested, “Perhaps you should let her know the good news yourself.”

The action froze as I approached the group. They looked at me like defendants watching the jury coming back with a verdict. Janie was completely naked now and her face was contorted into a combination of insolence and pleading. I just smiled at her.

“Everything seems in order, you don’t have to use condoms,” I announced.

The guys all cheered. Janie jumped over to me and threw her arms around my neck to kiss me on the cheek. “Thanks mom, I…”

There was a mutual gasp from everyone but Tom. Janie blushed from head to toe as she belatedly threw her hands up over her mouth. Several sets of eyes darted from me to her, scanning for the resemblance and nodding in confirmation.

“Gentlemen, let’s not be philistines. We are her to treat this young woman to a new experience and her lovely mother is here to ensure that she does not get hurt. I suggest that the lovely Ms Graham select a vantage point while we begin, unless of course mother would like to help her delectable daughter deal with this surplus of companionship.”

I looked around at them. They were an older bunch of guys than I would have preferred, but they were in good shape. I knew I should keep my cool and stay aloof, but God I was horny.

Janie stepped over and took my hand. My face must have displayed my nervousness because she looked at me with understanding eyes as she guided me over to a deep, shaggy rug partially surrounded by plump leather couches and chairs. The men followed us, settling into the furniture or standing close by as Janie gazed significantly at me. She sank to her knees and several men stepped forward. She opened her mouth. Soon I was standing over her, still holding her hand as I watched her close her eyes and take a cock into her mouth. She began working her face back and forth along its length.

Watching my daughter suck that strangers cock caused my nethers to tingle with uneasy desire. When several sets of hands reached out to touch my body and slide up along the contours of my ass, stomach, back and breasts, a low moan escaped my throat. Fingers pulled down my dress’ zipper and the straps were brushed off my shoulders. I had to release Janie’s hand as I was helped out of my dress. The many hands stroked my trembling flesh as they pulled at my panties and fumbled with the latch on my bra. Soon I was as naked as Janie who now worked a cock with each hand as a fully erect shaft pistoned past her lips. I felt pressure on my shoulders as strong but gentle hands urged me to my knees.

Before I knew it I had joined Janie on my knees. The man who had been thrusting into her mouth pulled away, letting her spot me. Our eyes met and within an instant our lips met. I was kissing my daughter with deep full tongued soul kisses that made my heart leap and my soul cringe. There was wild cheering at the spectacle. When we broke our kiss a penis thrust between us and hands guided our faces towards it with steady pressure. We kissed around it, our tongues playing peek-a-boo around the shaft as Tom groaned elaborately above us.

“Merda, I’m going to come,” he croaked.

My instinct was taking over now. There was no mother here; no daughter; only cocks and holes that could fit cocks. Without thinking I had reached up and taken hold of Janie’s hair to pull her head back with one hand while aiming the quivering dick at her with the other. Her eyes popped wide in surprise. The erection in my hand started pulsing as a heavy load of jism coursed out to hit her in the face, sending droplets scattering like a milky explosion as heavy cascades of sperm dripped from her jaw and flowed down over her beautiful heaving tits.

The crowd of men crowed with delight. Several moved forward to playfully slap our faces with their stiff pricks and pump our mouths some more.

Hands pulled me up. I was laid on my back on the couch. Fingers dug at my pussy and probed into my ass as cocks pushed at my face. I opened wide, sometimes taking two at a time as I felt an unseen man settling in between my thighs. Soon he was filling me, thrusting into me lustily as cocks stretched my jaw uncomfortably.

Somewhere I heard Janie groan in ecstasy over the low murmur of men’s voices calling us bitch and cunt and slut as they growled in raspy voices how hard they were going to ‘fuck’ us and how they were going to fill us with their cum.

I reached out blindly with both hands and they were helpfully guided to waiting penises. I jerked and sucked as I undulated my pelvis into the man lustily slamming into my vagina. The smell of men enveloped me like a fog as they took their turns with me. I found the thread of my curtailed orgasm somewhere deep within me and followed it down into the lusty animal core of my consciousness. I felt it bubbling up and consuming me like a wet flame. It was hard to breathe around the two dicks pushing into my mouth as I gasped for air. I sounded like a raging beast as turbulent waves of pleasure flooded through every sparking synapse in my writhing body. I surged and slammed into the men pressing down on me as my body contorted involuntarily. Then it was done. I was left drained but still the men’s plump rods slid back and forth inside of me. Driven ahead by their brutish thrusts I once again began the long climb to the sparkling plateau of sexual release.

The musky pipes pushing at my face withdrew suddenly and I goggled in confusion into the void above me. But it was filled soon enough as Janie’s leg straddled my face and her body lowered down towards me. With a brief second of moral shock I realized I was tasting my daughter’s pussy as it ground into my lips and tongue, but the trepidation was washed away by the sensation of her lips and tongue finding my sex. I worked to return the delight that poured through me from her tongue and lips on my clitoris and she worked to the same goal. I felt balls smacking against my forehead as a fat cock began thrusting to her young body while I lapped and sucked at her greedily. When I felt her body pushing down on me with trembling pressure as her silky juices oozed forth to drip and flow across my upturned face I knew I had made her come: my daughter, little Janie.

Janie’s fingers teased around my clit as a series of men took turns at my body and her tongue took over in the breaks between. As the cock pummeling Janie’s vulva withdrew I let my eyes focus on the form that loomed down to take its place. Dark flesh moved in and an immensely fat and long blue-black rod, almost a dusky purple, thrust between Janie’s bare pubis and my face. I lapped at it with my tongue as he roughly rubbed the underside of his member across my face until he withdrew and lined it up with Janie’s gaping orifice. He entered her and I watched enraptured as inch after unending inch pushed inside her stretching pussy. I raised my mouth to alternate licking at her clit and his balls as he began driving into her with slow but sharp jabs. As Janie’s black invader’s thrusts crested in intensity, the man in my vagina pulled out to let another have a turn and Janie’s tongue once again found me. At nearly the same instant the empurpled dick slapping into her pussy suddenly froze deep inside her and I watched his balls begin rising and falling as he started pumping his seed into her womb. Soon a glossy ring of cum bloomed around the base of his shaft as she was filled past capacity, then sticky streams of jism began course back down his balls and drip out of her body to spatter onto my face. When he pulled out a great gush of sperm slewed out to drop onto me in a sheet of pearly spunk. At exactly that instant Janie’s tongue hit my clit just right as another fat cock pushed into me. I came hard; gasping around the flood of jism that seemed to just keep gushing from Janie’s body.

Just as she had appeared suddenly over my body, Janie was lifted up and carried away by a cluster of nude men. Hands reached down and pulled me up too; pivoting me around to place me astraddle the lap of a man who had taken my place on the couch. Obediently I accepted his cock and began riding it with an exhausted rocking motion back and forth atop his pelvis as cum dripped down my body. Looking over I saw they had Janie on her knees; a man roughly screwing her mouth while two more worked her anus open with lube coated fingers. Poor Janie, I thought. I knew she didn’t care of anal. But I also knew that this was no longer about what we wanted, but what we could endure.

Fingers were probing my ass too. I opened my legs wider and braced for the pelvis punishing invasion. I heard Janie sobbing around the dick in her mouth as fat rod of manhood was slowly forced into her rectum. Soon it was my turn. Cocks pried uncomfortably at my body from below and behind as a man kneeled before me to feed me his erection. Soon all thought was drained from my mind as I became a grunting chunk of sexmeat taking three cocks at once. The pain and discomfort began to dissolve away into a weird kind of sick pleasure as they used me. The pleasure continued to grow until I knew I had reached the apex of sensation again. I came in a blinding flash of almost unbearably intense pleasure pumping into me from three orifices simultaneously.

My perception grew choppy. Penises entered me and left, sometimes to use another hole, sometimes to take a turn at my daughter, sometimes to fall back and watch for a while.

I kept coming. It seemed the climaxes grew more frequent as they used me; or was it that time began to lose any meaning in the center of a roiling mass of pumping flesh? Each onrush of pleasure flushed my mind and wracked my body until I was a blank brained jelly. But still they pushed us onwards.

I remember looking over and seeing my daughter sitting with her ass impaled on a reclining man’s penis. Two men hovered over her; pushing their meat into her face. Two more had crowded between her thighs and forced both their cocks into her tortured pussy. I could hear her cries. Where they of pain? Were they of pleasure? I remember thinking in the depths of my sex-dazed brain that it certainly must be both she felt as five cocks moving relentlessly within her.

Somehow I found myself on the floor on my back. Janie and I rested head to head; mine resting on her shoulder, hers resting on mine. A tall forest of naked men crowded in close, a dozen hands on a dozen dicks stroking slowly as they looked down on use with predatory triumph. Several got down on their knees to hover extra close; their hard, florid cocks twitching as they rapidly thrashed themselves to climax. I raised my head to look at Janie. She was panting. Her eyes were wild. I’m sure if she looked at me she would have described me the same. But she didn’t look because the flood came and jumping jets of snaking sperm began to shoot from the cocks of these unknown men to splash against our faces, chest and tits; to flow across our skin, pool in our belly buttons and cake in the shallow depressions in the creases of our tensed and tremulous bodies. We fought for breath as our mouths were flooded and our nostrils covered. We gulped and swallowed as our bellies filled with sperm.

Then it was over. Then men drew back a bit to gaze on their work; a cum-blasted mother and daughter. They urged us to kiss, to drink the jism from each other’s flesh. Confused and exhausted we compiled. My mouth moved over Janie’s frosted breasts. She moved down to lap at the same orifice through which she’d entered this world, but which now leaked thick ribbons of semen. We crawled weakly at their feet as we continued to slurp at the congealing remains of their genetic slurry, but they were done with us. We looked up at them as they drifted away to go out and do whatever rich, sexually sated men do. Soon they were all gone and we were left alone, laying together in their filth.

“You know what’s weird,” said Janie, her voice quiet but sounding oddly loud in the cavernous penthouse.

“What honey?”

“I’m still a little horny.”

I laughed. “Me too. The air in here is probably saturated with male pheromones.”

“Not to mention our hair and skin. And body our cavities; this rug; the couches… Holy shit that was a hell of a fuck.”

I let my daughter’s swearing pass for once. Instead I asked, “So what are we going to do about it?”

She rose up on an elbow and smiled down at me with lips ringed with a white rind of crusty semen. “I know that Tom has a double headed dildo around here somewhere.”

I laughed. “OK baby. Help mama up. Let’s go find that dildo.”

A few weeks after my first shoot, I got an email from Jim offering me some more work. I did my first shoot with him in December 2004. This time he invited me to Las Vegas for a shoot. I was immediately excited about going. I’ve still got his original email. ‘Hello Paula, are you interested in any more modelling work? I’m going to be in Las Vegas on the 24 to the 27 of February. I’m shooting a gangbang/ bukakke scene and probably some handjob/ blowjob content while I’m there. If you’re available, I’d love to include you in a few scenes. Let me know soon, Jim’.

I showed it to my boyfriend, Mark, straightaway. He found it a real turn-on, but he was also really jealous about me having sex with other men. The whole modelling thing was his idea in the first place, but he had a lot of trouble adjusting to it after the first time. I wanted to do another shoot, but I was worried about what a ‘gangbang/ bukakke’ scene might involve. My first scene was pretty straightforward one-on-one stuff, and that was hard enough.

Anyway, I sent an email back to Jim saying I was interested, but that I wanted to know more about it before I agreed to anything. He responded. ‘Hey Paula, well it sounds like you might be in for a good time if you decide to come. I’m doing the gangbang/ bukakke shoot on Saturday afternoon. I’ll send you some pics of my last shoot, and you can let me know what you think. Will you be coming alone or with friends or boyfriend or husband? If you like you can crash with us, come with us to all the parties and shoots and have a great time, basically a weekend of porn, sex and parties. I’d love for you to be a model in the shoot, while I already have the star picked out and she is coming with me, we could always use another girl. Regards, Jim’.

The pictures he sent me were of a young woman covered in cum. She was on her knees with a collar around her neck and there was a guy pulling her head up with a lead while a few others jerked off on her face. I don’t know how many guys had already cum on her, but her face was literally covered with it. I found it a bit gross and a little scary.

I sent an email back to Jim asking how much money he was offering. He said he could pay me a basic rate of $500 per shoot and $800 for the bukakke scene. I asked Mark what he thought. He said it was my decision. I asked him what he really thought. He said it sounded pretty full-on. He also said he wanted to come along with me this time.

The next day I called Jim and said that I was willing to do it as long as Mark could come with me. He said that was fine as long as he didn’t interfere with any of the shoots.

We drove out there on Friday. We arrived in the early afternoon. Jim had a really big place a little way out of town. He gave us a quick tour. He had the living room set up with lights for filming, as well as two of the bedrooms and one of the bathrooms. It was a really nice place.

He showed us to a spare bedroom where we could spend the night. Then he asked me if I was ready for my first scene.

“We’ll start off with something easy”, he said. “I don’t want to wear you out too soon”.

“Ok”, I said. I was really nervous, but I thought I might as well get started right away.

“Great”.

“Do you want me to change?” I asked. I was wearing a red t-shirt, a long blue skirt and a pair of sandals. I had my hair pulled back in a pony-tail and I was still wearing my glasses. I didn’t feel particularly glamorous.

“No”, he said. “I want to start off with a really natural scene”.

“Ok”, I said.

“Come on”, he said. “We’ll do it in the bedroom”.

He led me into the main bedroom and told me to sit on the bed while he went to find a few guys. He said my boyfriend was welcome to stay and watch, but that it might be easier if he waited outside. Mark said ok and left. I don’t think he really wanted to leave me alone, but I think he found it a bit of a relief as well. He kissed me on the forehead before he left.

Jim came back a few minutes later with three other guys. I can’t remember their names. They were all older than me. One of them was a bit overweight. I can’t remember much about the others, they were just pretty normal.

“Remember to keep looking up at the camera”, Jim said. “You don’t have to fuck them. Just let them cum in your face. You can leave your clothes on if you like”.

“Ok”, I replied. “Can I take my glasses off?”

Jim shrugged. “Why don’t you leave them on this time? We don’t get many girls with glasses. You can take them off later”.

“Ok”, I said.

The fat guy took his cock out first. He wasn’t very big. I took it in my hand and jerked it back and forth until he was hard.

“I love your pics”, he said. “I’ve seen you on the website”.

I looked up at him and tried to smile. He moved his cock closer to me, to my face. I can remember how ugly it looked in the bright lights. “Suck me off, bitch”, he said. “I want to cum in your mouth”.

Jim moved in closer with the camera. He held it in front of my face while I started sucking the guy’s cock. It was a bit gross. It was the first time in my life I’ve ever given pleasure to someone so repulsive. It took me about five minutes to make him cum. When he was ready, he took it out of my mouth and jerking himself off. I was on my knees. He held the back of my head tightly with one hand while he masturbated with the other. He came all over my face and in my hair. Luckily the glasses kept it out of my eyes.

When he was finished, the other guys moved closer and held their cocks out in front of me. I’d never been with two guys at the same time before. I took turns sucking them off while Jim filmed me. I still had the first guy’s cum on me. It felt really creepy.

After a few minutes, the other guys jerked off as well. Jim told me to keep my mouth open when they came. Most of it ended up on my cheeks and in my hair, but I got a little in my mouth. Jim took lots of pictures before he let me clean up. He told me not to swallow the cum. He told me to hold my mouth open and show it to him while he took pictures, and then he got me to drool it out onto my shirt.

The whole scene took less than twenty minutes. When it was all over, Jim said I could have a shower and change my clothes. He said I didn’t have to do another shoot until the next day.

Mark was waiting for me in our bedroom. He saw the cum stains on my shirt but he didn’t ask me any questions about the shoot, he just asked if I was ok. I felt like throwing up. I could still feel traces of their cum on my face and in my hair. I felt like leaving right away, but I was embarrassed as well. I didn’t want Mark to know I was so upset. Anyway, after I’d cleaned my teeth and washed my hair I felt much better. I started feeling a bit sexy again.

by paulamcgregor04

We had been together for 15 years and married for 5. Needless to say, after 15 years, the sex just wasn’t the same anymore. We were like best friends, but we both had sexual urges that needed fulfillment.

My wife was 5’6″, 90 pounds (a size 0!), she had long blonde hair and her tits were a handful, but they were her own. Her ass was perfect, and she didn’t have an ounce of fat on her tight little body.

The main issue was I wanted her to initiate the gangbang and have a great time, which would show me how nasty she could be. I wanted her to display her animal instincts to the guys; I didn’t want her to be coached by me. The only sticking point was that me and the guys had to be the dominators, and you to be a submissive wife whore. You were expected to never utter the word “no,” after any given command.

I also liked her to jack me off while she looked at porno mags, porno videos or told me a nasty gangbang story while stroking up and down on my 6″ cock. During my hand job she would say things like: “Wow, look at that big black cock…that lucky girl, she gets to service all of those cocks…oh my God, baby, she’s got all her holes filled…Oh I’d love to swallow all that cum, too…” All the mags, videos, and stories centered on ethnic guys per my request. One time, she was stroking my cock and telling me a gangbang story. It didn’t take me long to cum as this story was especially dirty. I decided to ask her again, while the irons were hot, if she would do an ethnic gangbang for real.

“Hey baby?” I started, “I’d still love for you to be in a gangbang with some ethnic guys.”

“Honey, I don’t know why you keep asking me…you know I won’t do it,” she said.

“C’mon baby,” I pleaded, “It would really spice up our sex life. I would love for it to happen, but I would want you to get into it, you know, act like you’re having a blast, a total slave and slut to a group of hung men. If you’re not going to enjoy it, then forget it. Just watching you with some hung guys would be such a turn-on for me. I would want you to use them, for your pleasure, not for mine or for theirs. What if I were to get some men together?”

She actually paused for a second, not shooting down my proposal immediately, and appeared to be thinking about it! My cock sprung to life again. “C’mon, you know I love you and we’d never have to see them again. You could just have some fun and then we’ll move on,” I told her.

“You wouldn’t care?” She asked in a voice that conveyed a question and statement.

“No, c’mon let’s do it, I’ve been begging you for this for the last 5 years. But I have to stress that me and the guys would dominate you while you obeyed every command. Look, if we tell you what to do then you would be absolved of any guilt, you’d just be following our orders.”

“Well….our sex life has been kind of stale. I can’t think of the last time we made out. If I do it this once, you’ll quit asking me because that pisses me off, it’s a total turn-off,” she said.

“Yeah, I promise, this would make our sex life a million times better…just look at my cock!” She looked down and my dick was as hard as a brick and pointed up at a 135° angle.

“Well…OK, if you can get some guys with awesome cocks, then I’ll do it. They would have to be at least 7″, if I’m going to do this, then I want to go all out.”

“You’ll do it then?” I questioned.

“Yeah, fine…if you set it up, then I’ll be your nasty whore and promise to service all of them with reckless abandon. Agreed?”

“Yes, yes, baby,” I said excitedly, we then embraced and I told her I’d set it up for the weekend.

SHOWTIME

It was Saturday evening and we drove out of town to a small bar. “Baby, we’re heading to the Vogue so you can get a buzz, I know you’re a total animal when you’re drunk, so……”

You say OK and after a 15 minute drive, we enter the bar to drink some alcohol. We go inside and immediately I order you 2 shots and a pitcher of beer. I pressure you to drink the shots and the beer as fast as you can and within 15 minutes all the alcohol is gone. Since you’re only 95 lbs, the alcohol almost instantly takes effect and then I say: “Alright, we’re going to the truck stop down the street and you’re going to do whatever the fuck I tell you to do! You’re gonna be my little whore for the night, agreed?”

“Mmmmmm-hummmmm, yeah, sounds like fun,” you mumble and we pull into the truck stop. We walk in and as you enter the restaurant area of the truck stop all the guys are looking at you and time seems to stop. You’re wearing the flowered dress and pink thong that I had provided for you as well as some 5″ black high heels. No bra. There are seven guys in the restaurant, bug-eyed and staring at you. I then proceed to tell you to sit at a square table in the center of the room. You sit down and cross your legs. You’re facing all the booths that line the window and I sit next to you. After a few minutes of the truckers eyeing you, your buzz really starts kicking in, and the sight of all the guys watching us makes your pussy wet. I then tell you to uncross your legs, sit back in your chair, and put both of your high heels up on the corners of the table.

“Oh my God,” you whisper, “all the guys will be able to see my open legs! I can’t do that!”

“Baby, you agreed…so let’s go,” I demand.

“Well, my pussy is kind of wet,” you say. “Are you sure you want me to do this?”

“Yep, and don’t question me again. Put your legs up on the corner of the table…now!” I order.

You pull your miniskirt up to your waist and then set your high-heel clad feet up on the corners of the table. I get up and push your chair in, which spreads your legs even farther apart. The lighting is kind of low in the restaurant, still, the truckers can see underneath the table, but can’t really make out any details…your most private areas are shadowed somewhat, but they can definitely see your pink thong covering your pussy and ass.

Next, I lean in and whisper: “Honey, pull your pink thong aside so all the guys can see your cunt and asshole.”

You smile excitedly and look at all the truckers. Then you slowly pull aside your thong, exposing your cunt and ass to the cool, night air. You start rubbing your pussy and juices flow down covering your spread asshole. All the guys are watching and I love it! They can’t believe what they’re seeing. You look into each man’s eyes and continue to work your hand in a circle around your clit.

Then I say out loud: “we’re going into the bathroom and these nice truckers are gonna get to fuck all your holes!”

You agree and we stand up and head for the truckers bathroom. As we enter, I tell you to stand outside the door for a minute while I scope out the scene. I lifted up a toilet seat and I liked what I saw…this will do just fine. I put the seat back down and came back after a minute to get you. The seven truckers were feeling you up outside the door and a guy even bent down to put your nipple in his mouth. I came and pulled you in, the truckers following like a pack of wolves. One of the first things you noticed was that one of the toilets was off to the side and had no stall or doors, just leaving the toilet standing alone against the wall in the corner. There was a bench about seat-high in front of the toilet. I looked at you and told you to get out of your dress and leave only your high heels on. You do as I instruct, although kind of stumble a couple of times as your buzz is now really kicking in.

Next I say: “Ok dear, you’re gonna get on your knees on the bench and bend over real far while you lick that toilet clean.”

You’re kind of shocked at first, but don’t contest my order. “Lift up the seat, and lick the rim as well as the bottom of the seat.” You stand down… “Bitch, do it NOW!” I yell.

You look over at me with a glazed look in your eye, I realize now that this was the point when the X started kicking in. I had slipped it into your beer at the Vogue, and now all your inhibitions were carried away, lost for the next few hours. You reach over and lift up the toilet seat. What you see shocks you…there is dried and fresh pee spots on the rim and about 7 or 8 pubic hairs also stuck to the rim. You look up under the seat and see about 10 round brown stains that vary in size from droplet to dime-sized, there’s also a couple of elongated splashed shit stains near the back of the rim that trail over to the inside rim of the bowl. Here, on the back inside rim, there are several more brown drops, clinging to the white porcelain. “Omni, my wife, my love, before you get your fill of these guys nice cocks; you need to lick this toilet clean. Do it now!” I scream menacingly. “Oh, and since the showers are not working, what I need you to do is bathe each guy with your salivating mouth…no area is off limits…you must clean their balls and assholes with your tongue. Not only on the outside, but we need you to stick your tongue as far up their asses’ as you can. Also, lick their hairs around their assholes, too!”

“Yes master,” you reply timidly.

You got on your knees and bent over far, putting your hands on the side of the bowl. This revealed to the truckers a glorious sight in bright light: Your light-brown pubes were shaved into a triangle and your lips were shaved clean, as was your beautiful tiny pink asshole. Some chicks have a brown ring around their butthole, but yours was definitely pink, and it was pulled tight into you, giving an appearance of a star. Nice even sphincters, no puffing out…in short, it was the most perfect asshole I’ve ever seen. When you bent over your cheeks naturally spread open pretty wide, giving anyone a clear view of your asshole and pussy lips…heaven, pure heaven.

The truckers then moved up around you and encircled you and the toilet. I told them: “Alright, fellas, take off all your clothes except for your underwear.” They followed my instructions and waited, stroking their cocks through their underwear.

“Get to it, baby-girl,” I said.

You then bent down to the toilet with your tongue extended and began to lick the rim gingerly. A few of the men were pleased with this and they began saying things like: “Fuck yeah…look at that shit, boys!…what a nasty whore…yeah, keep licking that bowl clean…you’re married to this bitch?”

It appeared that you were not just cleaning the bowl, no, you were making-out with it. You kissed it, then put your tongue flat on the top of the rim and licked from the front to the back; you did this also on the right side of the bowl.

“Mmmmmmmm, yeah. The toilet tastes so fucking good. I’m gonna lick it clean!” you said.

Your tongue passed over some piss and you lapped it up along with a couple of long pubic hairs. You were insatiable, thirsty for the dried piss and hungry for each pubic hair. You looked up at all seven guys, realizing that 3 of them were black, another 3 were Mexican and the last one was a built white guy. Each of the men was stroking their cocks from inside their underwear.

“Honey, I see you looking at their bulges,” I laugh, “if you want to see their cocks, just ask and they’ll pull their underwear down.”

You looked around at each guy and pleaded, “Can I please see your cocks?”

All at once they pulled their pants down and they fell to their feet. In front of you was a cornucopia of cocks, a melting pot of hard flesh and hanging balls: 1. This guy was black and uncut; hairy balls hanging, 8″. 2. Next guy was Mexican and cut, tight balls and 8″ also. 3. Next to him was another Mexican, this one uncut, with low-hangers, 9″ and thick. 4. This was the only white guy, cut, with shaved balls and 7″. 5. Another black guy, uncut and hairy low-hangers, 9″ of black meat. 6. A pudgy Mexican guy, cut with very large and hairy low-hanging balls, 8″ of thick south-of-the-border meat. 7. The last black guy, a monster which you had to take a double-take at…Thick uncut dark black cock with hairy balls that hung down, 10″ long, it looked like a black sausage.

“Oh my God, I’d love to service each and every one of your big, thick cocks” you said in wonder, “Can I have all these cocks, master?” you asked looking up at me.

“Yeah, but after you lick that toilet clean. Let’s get going cuz these guys have to be on the road again soon. You’ve done a good job cleaning up the piss and hairs on the rim, so start on the underside of the seat there, and lick those shit stains up, girl.”

“Do you guys want to see me finish cleaning what’s left?”

“Hell, yeah girl,” one guy said, “lick that toilet clean.”

You bent forward spreading your pussy and ass even wider than before. Your tongue extended out and you ran it over every brown stain on the underside of the seat, some you had to lick in a circular motion over and over, these stains really clung tight. On occasion, your tongue passed over a stain and you felt something raised from the seat, some sort of mass that had to be licked up. There was one dime-sized spot that you licked from top to bottom, top to bottom, top to bottom, your tongue repeated this pattern for around 15 licks, and then it was gone. The truckers were stupefied, but obviously very excited; each one of their tools growing at an alarming rate. Some already had precum at the tips.

A couple of the truckers palmed each of your cheeks.

“Not yet, fellas,” I indicated.

“Man, we’re just touching, that’s all,” one commented.

“Alright, you can spread her open, but no insertions yet.”

Three and four large, rough hands gripped your smooth cheeks; as they spread your backside open wide.

“Damn….” Said one of the men, “look at that tight ass…fuck yeah…what a gorgeous asshole…damn, can’t wait to get up in that ass…fuck man, I’m going balls deep in that tight, pink asshole…yeah, we gonna stretch that ass open wide, you fuckin’ whore…” echoed throughout the bathroom. They all laughed as they kept stroking their humongous dicks, each one now rock-hard. A couple more hands went to each of your lips as they pulled apart your pink pussy, “wow, this bitch wet as fuck!” Strings of pussy juice connected across your open hole, the men just running their hands over your pussy and ass, prepping you for what’s to come. Your back was still arched, inviting all the truckers to gaze upon your upturned ass and cunt.

Loud moans escaped your mouth as you continued to clean the seat. You couldn’t contain your overwhelming sexual desire which was at a peak due to me controlling you, you licking the toilet, your position on all fours and the guys degrading you and roaming their large rough hands over your perfect body. You paused for a moment, “am I doing good, guys?”

“Yeah, baby girl,” 3 or 4 guys said.

By this time I wanted the guys to loosen your ass, because if they didn’t, these men would tear you in half with their thick, huge cocks.

I pulled out some Vaseline, which was in my coat, and told the guys they would be fingering your tight asshole.

“Let’s start with one finger, guys.” The pudgy Mexican trucker came over and dipped his finger in the Vaseline. He walked back over to you, and inserted his middle finger into your taut ass.

“Wow, your wife’s ass is fuckin’ tight,” he said. He drove his middle finger in and out, in and out, and repeated this about 30 times all the way to the knuckle. A second Mexican guy comes over (#2 on the list) and also drives his middle finger in the Vaseline and then joins the other finger which was going in and out of your asshole quickly. Both men were now stretching your asshole, prepping it for the time when all the truckers fuck your ass. “Oh yeah guys, finger-fuck my asshole! It feels so fuckin’ good to have your fingers in my ass while I lick this toilet clean.” You yelled.

After that you put your entire mouth over the two elongated stains that were on the back of the rim. You’re now tongue licking back and forth over the splatter, and with each subsequent pass the stain was disappearing. You placed your open mouth on the corner of the back rim and waved your tongue like a brillo pad over the two shit stains that clung there. When you removed your mouth, there was nothing left.

The toilet now sparkled. Mr. Clean would have been envious.

“Now can I have some cock?” you asked desperately. One of the guys said, “Hey baby, there’s a brown trail over here dripping down the outside of the bowl. I’d say that’s the last of it.”

I walked over there and agreed with him, this was the last of the shit; it ran down the side and was about 6 inches long. “Omni, get down off the bench and crawl over here on your hands and knees. I want you to stick your tongue out as far as you can, then lick up the shit stain from the bottom to the top. We want to see that funk lying on your tongue.” You got off the bench, and knelt down on your hands and knees, back arched.

“Oh yeeeeaaaahhhhhhh, you guys want me to lick up this shit trail? It looks so fucking good.”

Several men said, “yeah, baby, lick up that shit, we want to see it on your tongue.”

You extended your tongue and put it flat on the bowl, right below the 6 inch brown line. You looked into our eyes as you started to lick up the bowl. It took you about 10 seconds to lap it up, brown liquid now resting comfortably on your pink tongue.

“Alright Omni,” I said, “swallow it down…enjoy it, baby.”

You closed your mouth and down the hatch it went. You then opened up your mouth and it was gone, only a pale brown dot about quarter-size was left.

“MMMmmmmmmm, yeah,” you said. “Now please, master…can I suck some trucker cock? I need to suck cock! I want every single one down my throat! I’d love to deep throat all your cocks down to the balls!”

I grabbed your hair and pulled your head up and said “I love it how you obey me, my slut. However, I want you to lick their asses clean first.” You got down on your knees and waited for the truckers to present their assholes to you. Trucker #1, the black guy, stepped up and spread his cheeks wide open and you began to lick rings around his hairy asshole with your tongue.

The 2nd guy knelt down and spread your ass apart as far as it would go. His face was now between your butt cheeks; he sniffed it, and then licked all the way from your clit past your clean shaven dumper and back down again.

“Yeah, that’s it. Eat my ass!” you demanded. My cock was getting hard just watching you.

The 3rd guy, the Mexican, was nine inches uncut and thick and had beautiful low hangers came up and spread his cheeks begging you to eat his ass, too. His cock was so huge that you could see it hanging down past his balls. Now you were licking two asses at once, just going back and forth with your tongue. In a frenzy, you tongue-fuck each guys asshole! You insert your tongue maybe 10 times deep into the one guys ass, then switch over and do the same to the other guy. You go from ass to ass several times and you spread their asses wide, and occasionally lick and clean the hairs around their tight holes like a cat cleaning its paws. You’re grunting like a rabid animal as you kiss and lick and suck on their assholes. You turn around to all the guys and say: “By the time you guys leave here tonight, I want you all to have the cleanest assholes in Clearwater. I’m gonna lick all your asses clean! And I want to swallow EVERY load of cum, too!”

The 1st guy came when he heard this and it only helped when you replaced your tongue deep inside his asshole, his cum splattered against the bathroom wall, but you kept your tongue deep inside his ass, his sphincters contracting around your pink tongue, squeezing it gently. Another guy quickly took his place. But before he did, my wife crawled up to the wall on all fours…ass spread wide and back arched. You turned around and looked at us all, and licked up the bathroom wall, cleaning his chunky load which was dripping down the dirty tile. You then opened up your mouth so we could all see his thick cum pooled on your tongue, and you swallowed it all….greedily, hungrily. Next, the white dude got on his hands and knees and the 5th guy, the uncut black one with the hairy low hangers and gigantic 9 inches, got on his hands and knees next to the white trucker.

I called out to you, “Omni, crawl on over here…there’s a couple more guys that need your tongue up their asses.”

“OK, sounds awesome,” you agreed, “I love licking truckers’ asses! Maybe while I’m tongue-fucking these guys, some of you could finger my tight pink asshole some more.” You crawled over to the white guy, pointing your ass towards the ceiling. Your two little hands gripped his ass and you spread it open, impressed by this guys shaved anus and balls.

The two Mexican truckers came back over and dipped their middle fingers into the Vaseline again and got behind you.

You started in on the white guy by gently sucking on his balls, then kissing them all over, and then back again to sucking them into your mouth. You took long steady licks up from his balls over his wrinkled asshole and then back down again. Just then, you felt the two Mexican guys drive their fingers into your lubed shitter. It was now past the point of being uncomfortable and you were now entering into a phase whereby your asshole needed to be filled with fingers, tongues, or thick cocks.

You buried your tongue into the white guys brown asshole, pushing with all the strength you could muster. Seeing how deep you could go, “fuck yeah! I love licking ass! Keep those fingers in my ass, guys. Go deeper, all the way down to your knuckles,” you ordered. “Reach under his balls to his cock, baby,” I said, “stroke his dick with one hand and fondle his balls with the other.”

“Yeah,” you mumble as you tongue-fuck his asshole about 40 times. Then you move down to his balls again and bathe them with your drooling tongue, finishing up with this guy by cramming your tongue deep into his stained asshole.

Now you moved over to the black guy and spread him wide open. His hairy balls hung real low and were covered by thick pubic hair. The hairs continued all the way up surrounding his asshole and continued up to the top of his crack.

“Oh my God! What an awesome ass! I love how far your balls are hanging. Would you like me to clean you up, mister? Please, tell me yes, make me clean you up, order me to lick your hairy balls and your sweaty trucker ass!”

“Yeah, baby,” he replied, “I want to feel your tongue deep in my ass!”

You turned around to the rest of the guys, and said, “Would you guys like to watch me eat some ass?”

They all said “yes” in unison.

As the two Mexican truckers fingered your asshole, you bent forward and kissed all around the black guys hanging sack. Next, you began to suck his balls into your mouth, and then you stuck your tongue out and shook your head left and right, running your mouth over his low hangers.

“Mmmmmmmmm, yeah! Your balls taste so good, mister.”

You then ran your tongue up from his scrotum all the way to his ass, which was hidden by his thick, matted hair. You spread him open real wide this time and began spearing his ass with your rigid tongue. You drove your tongue up his ass about 40 times, and then began to slowly lick on the right side of his ass, passing over his thick hair, and then you move to the left side and do the same. Back and forth you went from one side to the other then cleaned his crack above his hole.

“Yeah,” you purred, “can I resume tongue-fucking your tight black asshole?”

“Yep, fuck it deep,” he answered, “I wanna feel how far your tongue will go in, you nasty whore.”

“Ok, thank you for letting me service your ass,” you said.

Again, you drove your tongue in and out of his ass; occasionally you would push your tongue in deep and keep it there for a few seconds.

“That’s right girl, eat that ass good,” one of the guys said.

Then in a frantic pace you licked his balls, you licked ass, you lapped repeatedly at his asshole hairs, going from one to the other quickly, hungry for black flesh. He was jerking himself off while your mouth was completely covering his asshole, both your hands still spreading him wide. His balls were bouncing as he stroked his 9″ cock.

“Alright, fellas,” I said, “I think she’s loosened up enough to start taking cocks in her ass. Honey, what do you think about that?”

You removed you tongue from deep inside his ass to answer: “I think I want each one of you nasty truckers in my asshole. Please, guys, please fuck my ass with your thick cocks,” you begged, “I’d like to have a cock in my ass and two in my mouth!”

The two Mexican guys who were fingering your ass stepped in front of you. You looked up and saw that one guy was 8″ of pure cut meat, the other one was uncut, 9″ long and his balls hung low.

“Fuck yeah,” you approved, “2 big thick Mexican cocks! Wow, I’m not sure I can take both of those in my mouth at the same time.”

“Well, you’re gonna try, you fucking slut,” the guy with the uncut 9 incher said. He then pointed his hard cock right at your mouth. You opened up and took it in, all 9″ going straight down your throat. His pubic hairs tickled your nose, while his balls slapped up against your chin.

“Damn, look at that, fellas” one guy said, “She’s got all nine inches in her mouth.”

Just then the pudgy Mexican guy with the 8″ cock kneeled behind you. He aimed his thick cock for your tiny pink asshole, and drove it all the way in to his balls. 17 inches of brown Mexican cock bottoming out in my wife’s mouth and ass.

Both guys were now pumping your holes. You grunted like a wounded Boar and the men picked up the pace. The one guy slipped his cock out of your mouth long enough for you to say: “Yeah, keep fucking my ass! Keep fucking my ass and mouth! I could stay here all day, as long as I get to suck and fuck huge Mexican cocks. But I need more! Let me suck on both of your cocks!”

They stepped up and stuffed both of their cocks into your open mouth. The other guy was pounding your ass without mercy now. He was plowing all eight inches into your ass, and then pulling back, but his cock never left your ass. You were out of your mind now, servicing two huge Mexican cocks with your hot mouth. One would pull out while the other entered your throat, and vice-versa. They would even cram their meat together into your drooling, salivating mouth.

“Yeah! This feels so fuckin’ good…a thick cock in my ass and two in my mouth. Keep fucking my holes, yeah!”

The white guy and a couple of black truckers (#1 & #5) came over near your head, watching in amazement as you took three dark cocks deep into your tiny white mouth and ass. They kept stroking their hard rods, waiting for their turn. They stepped up close to the other two Mexicans and waved their tools at you. The seventh guy, the black one with the ten-incher stayed back waiting for you to be loosened up.

Now, you were servicing five guys with your mouth as they circled you. The Mexican was continuing to pound your pink asshole with his fat cock. You went from cock to cock, sucking them, and licking their hairy hanging balls. They yelled shit like “Yeah, slut, suck that cock…all the way down,” and “lick those balls…let’s see if we can fit two in your mouth…over here you fuckin’ whore, suck my cock….faster…man, you’re wife is one fine piece of ass….deeper!” “Don’t swallow yet, love,” I say, “I want you to catch it all in your mouth, savor these guys’ hot cum.”

After all five guys came in your mouth, you looked up at me, and your mouth was completely filled with cum. Some was a thick milky-white, some was kinda clear, some was yellowish. The overall consistency appeared to be chunky in some spots and watery in others, some of these guys had obviously jerked off today. “Alright Omni, swallow it now,” I said. You closed your mouth, looked up at all of us while still taking it in the ass and swallowed…the look on your face was one of genuine pleasure, you licked your lips to wash down some more, hoping there was still some left. “Oh yeah…..your five loads tasted so good….I love eating hot cum! I need more fresh chunky cum!” you demanded. My wife had just swallowed 5 loads and was hungry for more! I yanked you by the hair again and pulled you out of the stall. I laid on the floor and ordered you to sit on my now hard cock with your pussy. I saw your eyes become excited at my orders. As you sat on my cock I ordered the guys to begin fucking your ass. It was time for you to be double penetrated! You had two holes down there, why keep one empty?

The 1st guy (the black one) knelt over you as I reached around and spread your ass cheeks to allow him easy access. I heard you scream with delight as he plunged his thick 8″ cock inside your tight asshole. We began to fuck you in tandem. “Oh yeah! Keep fucking my holes you guys!! Yyyyeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhh, I’ve got a cock in my ass and one in my cunt! Yeah, I love getting fucked! Your cocks feel so fuckin’ good in my asshole and in my pussy!” you yell. “Why doesn’t someone come over here and spread their cheeks? I can still lick ass while I’m getting double fucked!!” you boast. The black trucker with the 10″ monster stepped up and bent over, revealing two heavy, hanging balls and a very hairy crack. “Oh my God! Yeah! I wanna lick those balls and that hairy asshole! Can I please tongue-fuck your black asshole, mister??” you asked. He replied: “Baby, start sucking on my balls and then you can go up and clean my ass! I expect it to be clean on the inside, and I want all my asshole hairs licked clean as well!” he ordered. You were pleased: “Ummmmm…..yeah.” Then while you’re still getting plowed by two cocks, you lean forward and try to get as much of his low-hangers into your mouth as you can…you suck and run your tongue all over his heavy hanging sack! You take each ball into your mouth, and then try to fit both in. As you’re doing this your nose presses up against his dark black asshole, you take a whiff and realize that it smells a little like sweat, but overall the smell drives you crazy as you back onto my cock and the other truckers cock, which is embedded deep inside your ass. We were no longer fucking you, you were fucking us. You drove your ass and pussy backward to meet our deep thrusts, both of us balls deep in your holes. “Alright, now clean up that asshole, sweetie,” he said. “Oh yeah, I’m gonna eat this ass clean…what a hot asshole!” you yell, and then use both your hands to really spread his bottom open. “Nice and hairy, too!” You smile and dart your tongue in and out of his asshole, tonguing it at least 30 times, then withdraw your tongue, his asshole slightly open, and you begin to lick his asshole hairs clean. One coarse asshole hair ends up on your tongue….you swallow it. You continue to spread his ass cheeks and are out of your mind, drunk with passion, my wife was in love with this black guys dark asshole!

Me and the other trucker were still balls deep in both your holes fucking at a supersonic pace. Within 5 minutes the guy who was fucking your ass starts to cum, he began to withdraw and I told him to cum in your ass he just grunted and emptied his nuts deep in your ass (he couldn’t have shot too large a load, as it was the third time this guy had cum already).

“Hey fellas, that’s the last load to not end up in her mouth, Ok? I just wanted that there for lube,” I grunted.

The white guy came up behind you and slid his hard 7″ cock into your ass, using the previous guy’s cum as lube. Him and I violently fucked your holes and were in concert together. Meanwhile, the overweight Mexican trucker kneeled down on all fours off to the side of my head while trucker #5, the black one with the uncut 9-incher was standing above him stroking his fat black cock. While we continued to fuck your holes, you licked up and down and over the Mexican trucker’s hairy brown stained asshole. You were in complete ecstasy, spreading his cheeks wide with both of your hands. “Yeah! Yeah! Keep on fucking me! Both of you!” you squeal out. “I love eating ass while I’m getting double-fucked by your thick cocks!” You continued: “Yeah, you’re asshole tastes so good, mmmmmmm”. You darted your tongue in and out of his open ass, then fed on his asshole hairs, which needed to be licked clean. Then you covered his asshole with your open mouth, moaning in pleasure. All of a sudden you moved your open mouth which had been covering his asshole, and aggressively sucked on the uncut, black 9-incher which hung near your lips, taking it in all the way into your mouth down to his hairs and balls. You looked straight up into his eyes as you repeatedly deep throated him. You stopped only to yell: “Yeah! Fuck yeah! I love having all my holes filled by big trucker cock! Keep on fucking my mouth!” He vigorously returned to pumping your mouth while palming the back of your head, thus enabling him to drive his thick black cock deep down your throat.

After a minute you returned to the chubby guys ass, you sucked on his hanging balls taking them into your mouth, then forcefully licking up from his low hangers to his asshole, stopping to tongue-fuck it about 20 times, then you continued to lick to the left and right of his asshole, the flat of your tongue passing over the hairs that surrounded the trucker’s brown stained asshole.

You looked up and took the uncut 9-incher back into your mouth while me and the other white guy were still drilling your cunt and ass. We were in balls deep and you didn’t seem affected, it was pissing me off.

“Let’s stop for a second, guys”, I say and all 3 cocks are pulled from your holes. “Get on the floor baby, on your back.” You do so, and then I say to the black guy who’s standing over your head: “Hey man, grab her legs and pull them up over her head.” He does so, and now your ass is up off the floor a few inches. I get down between your legs and enter your exposed and open asshole. I fuck you hard, all the way in and then almost out, pumping like you’re the last woman on earth. “Hey man,” I tell the black guy holding your ankles, “bend down and squat, so my wife can eat your spread ass. Put your asshole directly over her open mouth.” He does so and you moan like a satisfied kitten, while you reach around and stroke his big black cock. “Honey,” I say, “stick your tongue out and keep it rigid.”

“Ummmmm-hmmmmm” you mumble, sticking your tongue out, straight up into the air.

“Now dude, bounce your asshole onto her tongue,” I recommended. His tight black ass was spread wide; you were literally fucking his hairy asshole with your tongue. His heavy cum-filled balls bounced off your chin. “Let go, baby-girl. I’m gonna beat my meat while you use your hands to spread apart my cheeks. I wanna feel that pink tongue cleaning the inside of my ass, let’s go bitch.”

You did as he said, and palmed his dark black cheeks, which opened up his brownish-purplish sphincters and stiffened your tongue. He then moved his hairy ass up and down on your stiff tongue, repeating this movement about 50 or 60 times. Meanwhile, I pulled out of your ass and the Mexican guy with the uncut nine-incher came up and started fucking your asshole. He grabbed the top of your thighs which were still being pulled back by the black trucker who was riding his shitter onto your tongue. This kept you stationary as his beefy Mexican cock drove full-tilt into your ass…nine inches deep! For the first time, you did feel a little uncomfortable, I could tell. I derived satisfaction from this.

“Too much cock for ya, baby?” I asked. “Is that all you fuckers got?” you answered to my dismay, “keep fucking my ass!”

The Mexican trucker was pissed. He jack hammered your tiny asshole quickly…9 inches in…9 inches out…9 inches in…

“C’mon, someone else sit on my face! I wanna clean up some more trucker ass! Please, let me lick up deep inside of your asses!” you begged.

The black guy stood up and the Mexican guy with the brown stained asshole stood over you. He fell down onto the balls of his feet as his ass moved up and down on your tongue. “Yeah, that’s it, baby. Lick my nasty asshole. Get your tongue in there.” You took your hands and re-gripped his cheeks, spreading them ever wider. “Mister, please ride my tongue with your asshole! I want my tongue deep inside your ass!” You yelled. Meanwhile, I was back inside the tight confines of your cum-coated dumper. The pudgy Mexican got up and the black guy resumed his position: spread eagled cheeks pushing down onto your tired tongue.

“Yeah you fuckin’ whore,” he said, “I’m getting close. Keep sucking my ass! Almost there, baby-girl, time to get fed.”

“Fuck, I’m getting ready to cum, too”, another black guy said from behind you. You realized it was the black trucker who had the 10″ dark black pipe, and he hadn’t cum yet, so you were hoping for quite a monster load.

The black guy squatting on your face said “Here I cum.”

“In my mouth,” you say, “Both of you in my mouth, I want your loads! I need to eat your cum!”

He takes his cock from your hand and jerks it off, aiming into your open mouth. The guy standing behind you falls to his knees…two big black cocks getting ready to unload into your open mouth. At least 6 thick, ropy squirts end up in your mouth from the first guy (#5), at the same time the other dude shoots, too. He only spurted about 5 times, but each one was fully-loaded and very thick. You watched as both their cocks erupted bright white cum which was very pasty and heavy. The first thought that came into your mind was that it reminded you of oatmeal. They pulled up on the lengths of their dicks, and a couple more globs appeared, and slowly stretched down into your mouth to join the cum that had culled there.

2 huge loads of choad are deposited into your hungry mouth. You almost gag, as these guys hadn’t jerked off for probably 2 weeks. You have never eaten a thick, chunky load like these before.

“Swallow it, honey,” I demanded. “Close your mouth and swallow it down.”

You took one huge gulp and down it went. “Oh yeah! Oh yeah, your loads tasted so good!! I want more! I need more cum in my mouth! Fill my mouth, you guys!”

I pulled out of your asshole and squatted over your face. Then, a Mexican, the 2nd trucker, now pushed his fat 8 inch cock straight up inside your asshole….I suffocated you with my sweaty, hairy asshole, which was bouncing up and down on your rigid tongue.

“Here I cum, babe. You want to eat some more cum?” “Fuck yeah!” you yell, “fill my mouth! Fill it with your hot cum! I don’t want to miss a drop!” I then also aim into your open mouth, and my God, I shot at least 8 times, and this load was also chunky and thick.

“Swallow it now, my love,” I ordered. You closed your mouth and swallowed TWICE as it was a copious amount of thick sperm.

“Let me see, Omni.” You stick your tongue out, and it’s all gone!

The Mexican trucker, who was in your ass, asks if he can squat over your mouth next. You answer, “I’ll definitely lick your asshole, but I have something else in mind, too.” My wife looked over at the 7th trucker, his mammoth uncut, dark black 10-incher waiting until now.

“Hey big boy,” you said, “Lay down on the floor over here.”

He proceeded to lie on his back and was still stroking his black pipe which was slathered with a thick coating of Vaseline. It was fully hard, and gorgeous hairy black balls hung down his crack. “About time, mother-fuckers,” he cursed.

My wife, my Omni, stood up and faced away from him, “let’s see if I can do this.” She then lowered her dilated pink asshole onto his cock. She was impaled by his 10 inches of black cock. She then bounced up and down, up and down, up and down, riding his fat tool right down to the balls.

“Wow! Holy fuck!” the men were astonished.

He was very strong and muscular and cupped your ass cheeks, basically lifting you up and then back down on his uncut cock.

“Oh, my God yes! It’s all the way in my ass! 10 inches of black cock! That’s it…pound my shitter,” you exclaimed. My wife then looked back to the Mexican and said, “Get over here, and grab your ankles.”

The Mexican trucker (#2), was the last guy to have his asshole licked clean. He stepped up and bent over grabbing his ankles revealing his hairy drooping sack. You again palmed each cheek and spread him open. His balls were hanging real low, and you started there, kissing them, lightly biting them, sucking them into your mouth. “Your asshole’s a little stained,” you commented, “would you like me to try and clean it up? I’d be happy to clean your asshole while Mr. 10 keeps his cock in my ass.”

“Yeah, do it you nasty bitch,” he said.

Just then, my wife drove her tongue deep into his hairy asshole. She tongued it about 40 times, all the while moaning and bouncing on a black monster cock.

“Ok, guys…this position’s just not working out right now. I’m not able to clean your ass as good this way.” You then turned facing the black guy, and told the Mexican trucker to get down next to his head on all fours. This was your favorite ass-eating position as it allowed you to really dig deep inside their asses’. You again positioned your ass onto the black guy’s thick cock and now he was the one who was in charge as you had to lean forward to really get your tongue inside the Mexican guys stained, hairy asshole.

“Fuck yeah, you fuckers! Big 10 inch cock fucking my ass! That’s it. Use my asshole!” you said whenever your tongue was not inside the Mexican’s asshole. “I need more! I want more trucker cock! Honey, can another guy fuck my ass, too? I need two cocks in my ass!”

“Yep,” I agreed, and pointed to trucker #5, the last guy who had not fucked my wife’s tight dumper. He knelt down behind you as you were licking ass, and joined the 10 inch monster with his own dark, uncut 9 inches.

My wife now had 2 fat, black cocks in her ass as she cleaned up the hairy crack of the Mexican trucker!

Another Mexican, the pudgy one, now stepped up close to my wife’s face which was chowing down on hairy ass and hanging balls. You looked up and watched him stroke his fat 8 incher.

“Yeah!! Fuck yeah! I’m getting fucked in the ass by two big black cocks! It feels so fuckin’ good! Fuck my ass! Both of you! I love taking black cocks in my asshole!”

The pudgy Mexican guy was the last one who had not cum yet. He beat his meat and concentrated, looking down at you.

“Yeah, you nasty whore. Open up that mouth wide. This is gonna be the biggest load yet,” he proclaimed, “you ready?”

“Fuck yeah I’m ready! I wanna swallow cum while I’ve got two fat cocks in my ass!” my wife screamed.

He grunted and squeezed his dickhead. This held back the first few shots, and when he let go, super-thick, hot cum, poured from the tip of his cock right into my wife’s open mouth. I was definitely impressed with this guy’s volume and thickness, and so was my wife.

She purred as more cum was deposited on her tongue, “mmmmmmmm, yeah.” He shook his cock and a couple more drops landed down her gullet. Just then, both of the black truckers that were abusing your willing asshole yelled out that they had to cum, too.

“Try to shoot it into her mouth up here, guys,” I urged.

The both were saying: “Yeah, yeah, yeah, here it is…..” Both of their black cocks were then pulled from your warm asshole, and they too, squeezed their heads to keep the cum from being wasted. They stood in front of you and at the same time, let go…it was fucking incredible! I had never seen anything like it.

About fifteen shots of cum blasted into your mouth, their heads were rolling back, stroking their cocks, emptying their heavy balls of all sperm. It all was collected on your tongue, and actually covered your tongue.

You smiled at me and all eight of us stood in front of you.

“OK baby,” I said, “let’s guzzle down those loads.” You tried to swallow, but it looked like you couldn’t get it down, like it was stuck there. I saw your throat convulse and down it went, my wife opened up her mouth and all was gone.

The totals were impressive: she licked and ate all of our asses clean (some guys multiple times), she was fucked in the ass by all eight of us, and she had swallowed twelve loads of cum! The experience was everything I thought it would be, I loved it!

We were all exhausted, and my wife maybe a little embarrassed as her buzz was wearing off. The guys didn’t say much, they just hi-fived me, told my wife thank you, that this was the best time they’d ever had with a woman and quietly left the bathroom.

My wife cleaned up the best she could, slipped on her dress, made herself presentable and we walked out the bathroom hand-in-hand. The sun was coming up, and the truck stop was beginning to get busy.

“Hey, can I get something to drink, honey?” she asked quietly.

I said “Ok, what do you want?”

She kneeled on a barstool and looked up at the menu. Her bare flesh caught my eye as I turned my head away from the menu and looked back. Her dress was pulled up all the way over her spread ass, as she arched her back looking up at the drink choices. I couldn’t believe it! Then, I turned around and saw about 15 truckers looking up at her exposed, spread, cunt and asshole.

Our online relationship had begun 15 months earlier in a Yahoo BDSM room, before Yahoo had done away with the user rooms for good. Christie was a mother of two and married to a man named William who, by all accounts, seemed like a nice and genuine man and a wonderful father. Married for nearly 8 years, they had a comfortable, suburban lifestyle in a sophisticated, upper-class neighborhood. She said that her husband loved her, and by most material measures she was quite happy and content.

Except for the hunger she felt deep inside, that is.

Her yearning had started a couple years earlier, where she found herself being stirred by thoughts of submission. Maybe it had been the daily rigors of her double-life: the pressures brought on by her sales executive job, or the tensions caused by trying to raise two children and maintain a family while also juggling a career. But whatever it was that caused her to stir within, she found herself searching for – she wasn’t sure at first – something that could help her escape. Something that would allow her to crawl deep inside herself, where she could give up control. She hungered for a way to give herself up. Completely.

We chatted for months, and once our trust and respect for one another had been established, we decided to meet in person and take our relationship to the next level. Both of us were attached and so we required absolute discretion, which it turned out, was one of the most attractive parts of our meeting. We would explore each other together – push through our respective limits – then go home and water our suburban lawns. We would meet and slake our hunger, then return to our comfortable, middle class lives. It was irresistible.

The room was on the 27th floor and offered a full panoramic view of Denver’s Front Range. With two layers of curtains covering the large-paned windows, I pulled the outer curtains completely open and left the white, laced underside closed; it afforded us a nice view of the mountains but, if anyone were to look into the window from across the city, they would only see our silhouettes. I had scattered tea candles across the room and turned off the lights, giving the room a dull orange glow; I stared at myself in the full-length mirror alongside the bed while I poured 2 glasses of champagne. When I heard a knock at the door, I knew we were ready.

“Come in – it’s open,” I said.

Christie opened the door quietly, looking like a puppy that had been caught in a sudden rainstorm. She was shorter than I had thought she would be, but the tight black cocktail dress hugged her athletic body. Her blonde hair was hanging down across her bared shoulders, and her blue eyes crinkled at the corners when they met mine. “I can’t believe I’m actually here,” she said as she tossed her purse on the chair.

Walking towards her, I handed her a chilled glass of champagne. “It’s so nice to finally meet you, Christie,” I said. “You look exactly like I pictured you would.” I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, then we toasted.

“To our journey,” I said.

She put the glass to her lips, sipped, and said: “To our journey.”

“Are you nervous?” I asked.

“Very much so,” she nodded.

I took a sip of champagne, then said: “You know, it’s not too late, if you like. We can drink our champagne – just two friends meeting for a drink – then both go home to our lives. No harm at all. They wouldn’t have even missed us.”

She held the glass in her hand; she looked confused. “Is that what you want?” she asked.

“No. I want you.” I replied. “I want you in all ways, like we’ve talked about. But like we’ve established: trust is earned, not given. I want you – but only if you want to give.” My voice sounded soft yet deep, comforting and in control.

She nodded. I could tell she was nervous.

“Perfect,” I said. “Then the rules we set will hold. You have my word on it. Do you remember what they were?”

“I do,” she said.

“Please tell me,” I said as I set my glass down onto the end table.

“I’m to do as you ask, in all ways. If you ask me what I really want, I’m to tell you. Complete honesty. You’ll respect whatever I ask, although you’ll push me in areas you think I want to explore,” she said.

“You’ve got a very good memory,” I said. “And what’s the final thing?”

“Our code word,” she said.

“Which is?” I asked.

“Stop. It’s simple. If I’ve reached my limit, I just say ‘stop.’” she said.

“It’s that simple,” I replied.

“Is it really?” she asked, obviously intrigued. I could see the hunger in her eyes.

“It really is.” I said. “So did you do as I asked, Christie?” I turned and faced the large, comfortable chair in the corner, walked over to it, pulled it towards the middle of the room, then sat down.

“I did,” Christie said.

“Please show me,” I said. I sat with my arms resting on the padded armrests, my feet firmly on the floor. Christie watched me get comfortable, then reached up to the spaghetti strap on her right shoulder. She pulled the strap down off her shoulder, then reached up and did the same to the left one. She walked over to me and turned around, exposing the zipper of her dress; I took the zipper and pulled it down towards her waist. The “zzzzzzipppppp” was the only thing we could hear as she turned around and faced me. Staring directly into my eyes, she grabbed the top of her black dress – just above her breasts – and pulled it down across the front of her body; she let it settle around her ankles and then stepped out of it.

Christie stood before me naked except for a white, mesh thong.

Her breasts were small and firm, and the anticipation had caused her pink nipples to grow and excite. They jutted out juicy and firm, betraying the nervousness I heard in her breath. I could see a small vertical patch of white pubic hair underneath her mesh front.

“Christie…you look absolutely ravishing, my dear. So beautiful,” I said. I felt the initial rush of erection push against the zipper of my black pants.

“I trimmed it, exactly as you said,” she said, looking down at the small patch of hair between her legs.

“Show me then,” I asked.

Christie sat down on the corner of the long ottoman at the foot of the bed, three feet in front of my chair. She pushed her knees apart, balancing her legs atop black, stiletto heels, then put her hands flat onto the lower part of her belly. Pushing her hands down over the top of the mesh panty, she grabbed the right side and pulled it open. Her beautiful pussy lips jumped out from underneath the constraints of her panties, and when her hand brushed them they opened slightly, revealing her glistening wetness.

“Mmm, yes, I see,” I said, watching her hands touch herself. “You’ve shaved it into a small patch, just like I like. Thank you, my dear.”

She smiled, almost embarrassedly, then began rubbing the front of her pussy.

“Well, since you’ve been so good already, you’re ready for your first reward, hmm?” I said. “Why don’t you take those panties off and come over here?” I asked.

Christie looked at me lovingly, stood, then stepped out of her white thong. It dangled around her right foot and as she crouched to pull it off, I interrupted:

“Leave it. I like it there,” I said. “Come here.”

In three short steps Christie stood before, her naked body hard and delicious. I studied her up and down, stopping on her beautiful pussy, the way her lips parted and pushed down towards her feet. The small blonde patch, an inch long tuft that moved up towards her belly, frame her lips and gave her an inviting, lustful look.

I slid off the chair and sat on the floor, my face even with her pussy lips.

“Now take this leg and put it up on the chair, baby,” I said.

Christie’s eyes looked crazed as she stared down onto me. She looked like she couldn’t believe I was about to suck her. “Was this really happening?” she seemed to be asking. Then, she obediently took her right foot and put it up, over my head to the left, and set it up on the chair’s seat. She now stood open before me, her soft, moist pussy just inches from lips.

In three short steps Christie stood before me, her naked body hard and delicious. I studied her up and down, stopping on her beautiful pussy, the way her lips parted and slipped down towards her feet. The small blonde patch, an inch long tuft that moved up towards her belly, framed her lips and gave her an inviting, lustful look.

I slid off the chair and sat on the floor, my face even with her pussy lips.

“Now take this leg and put it up on the chair, baby,” I said.

Christie’s eyes looked crazed as she stared down onto me. She looked like she couldn’t believe I was about to suck her. “Was this really happening?” she seemed to be asking. Then, she obediently took her right foot and put it up, over my head to the left, and set it up on the chair’s seat. She now stood open before me, her soft, moist pussy just inches from lips.

I tilted my head back and up towards her, like I was waiting for her to feed me. Christie watched me invite her, my lips slightly parted, then pushed her hips towards my face. I extended my tongue straight out and touched it to the moist tip of her clittie, and when my tip hit her flesh her knees buckled a bit, pushing her wet pussy down onto my face. Her lips slid right down onto mine, and her moisture gushed down the sides of my mouth as she pushed herself down.

“Ohhhhhhhhh,” she moaned, while throwing her back up towards the ceiling.

Reaching my hands up between her legs, I wrapped them around her cheeks and pulled her in towards me. Her beautiful cunt pressed hard against my face, smearing my lips with her delicious nectar. I moved my mouth against her sideways, back and forth, and she began to grind her hips hard into my face. Without warning, I extended my tongue all the way out and then pushed it through her swollen, meaty lips; I slid myself all the way inside her, stopping only when my nose nuzzled up against her tight clittie.

Christie’s hands grabbed my hair now, and her moan was a gutteral “fuckkkkkkk”. She fucked my face, pummeling me with abandon. I could feel my tongue slide in and out of her with each of her bucks, until I pushed myself all the way in again and held it. Christie tried to pull out but I held her tight with my arms, preventing her from fucking against my tongue. She threw her head down towards me, her hair tossing forward and over her shoulders. She stared at me through the strands of her hair; she looked like a lust-filled animal.

With my tongue all the way inside her, I stared deep into her azure blue eyes. Slowly, I began to curl the tip of my tongue, and as it curled it rubbed against the front of her inner fleshy ridges, those soft petals that were reserved for only the tenderest of touches. As I moved my tongue up and down over her G-spot ridges, she again threw her head back and again fucked my face. I felt her pace quicken against me as I pushed up and down against her inner cunt wall, and then quickly, with her hands full of my hair, I felt her pussy quiver around my tongue; I felt her delicious, juicy release over my lips and my tongue. Her hips thrusted lighter now, and with each time she pressed against me she gushed more, like a hand that was pressing against a soft, wet sponge. Her beautiful pussy fed me her juices again and again, and I felt her hot wetness dribbling down my cheeks and over my neck. As her body stopped twitching, I pulled my tongue out of her, then gently pressed my lips to hers. I looked up at her bright red face and smiled, pleased at her total submission to my will.

“Thank you, my sweet, you were a very good girl. Thank you for cumming on my face,” I smiled.

She nodded, her breathing still too heavy for her to respond.

“You can see how ready I am for you, can’t you?” I asked, then looked down towards my hard, hairless shaft.

Christie nodded, still panting.

“Very good then, my dear. Now I have other plans for you. Switch places with me, won’t you?” I asked.

Without saying a word, Christie gathered her hair and threw it over her head. As I stood up and turned around, she knelt in front of the chair, facing me. Her face hovered inches away from my dark, hard cock, and as she stared at it hungrily I took its full length in my hand and gripped it. “I think it’s time we fed you, don’t you?” I asked.

Christie’s eyes stared up into mine, then she looked back down and gave me a quick smile. She nodded, then put her hands behind her back and waited.

I lowered my voice to a whisper as I stepped forward. “Christie, now I want you to take me in your mouth – BUT – there are a few rules. One, you’re not allowed to use your hands at all; you can only use your mouth and face to please me. You must keep your hands behind your back. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir, of course.” Christie said. “As you wish.”

“Very good. The second rule is that you’re to do exactly as I say, without hesitation. When I say I want you to do something, you’ll do it. Good?” I said.

Christie nodded her head.

“The third thing I want to say is that, if you’re a good girl, I’ll reward you by filling you, as you’ve wanted. But only if you’ve done as told, to my satisfaction. Blink your eyes twice if you understand.”

She blinked once, then twice, then tilted her head up towards me. She smiled as her eyes locked onto mine.

“Very good, my dear. We understand each other.” I put my hands behind my back and stepped forward, so my hard cock stood an inch from her lovely lips. I looked down at Christie and smiled. “Baby…touch the tip of your tongue to my head. Swirl it around the tip and taste my excitement.”

Christie nearly jumped at my cock. She extended her tongue tip and touch it directly to my cum hole, and when she did a drop of pre-cum transferred to her tip. She swirled the salty sweetness around my head once…twice…..then a third time, finally finishing with her tip hooking around my cock’s crown, the small “v” underneath my head.

“Mmmm, baby. Lovely. Tell me: how do I taste?” I asked.

“Delicious, Sir. May I have more?” Christie asked. She licked her lips and smeared my pre-cum across them.

“Of course, dear. Open your mouth and swallow my shaft. Take me in your mouth.”

She immediately opened her mouth and pushed her face onto me, taking as much of my shaft into her mouth as she could. Closing her eyes as she pushed down onto me, she began thrusting her face onto my shaft, in and out, slowly but deliberately. I looked down to watch her swallow me, again and again. She pushed her head down as far as she could then, with me fully inside her mouth, looked up into my eyes; she smiled with her eyes as she slid her tongue under my shaft.

“You’re a lovely cocksucker, baby,” I moaned to her.

Christie said nothing, just continued to devour my shaft. Her head was pumping onto me now; she had established a slow, steady rhythm.

I gently put my hand on top of her head and said: “Stop. Let me look at you.”

She immediately stopped thrusting and held my shaft between her lips, looking up at me. She awaited further instructions.

“Now – remove your lips from the shaft, dear. Just hold me in your teeth. I want to see your teeth against my cock, like you’re going to bite me.” I said. “But you won’t bite me, will you baby? We trust each other.”

Christie removed her lips from my shaft and bared her teeth, gently surrounding my shaft. Her gorgeous blue eyes looked up at me as she held me in her teeth.

“Very good baby….now take your tongue tip and touch it to my hole, very gently.” I said.

While holding me in her teeth, Christie touch her tongue tip to my cum hole and swirled it across my tip.

“Mmmm….oh yes, baby. You’re so beautiful. I can’t wait to fill you up.” I moaned.

Christie closed her eyes and held me in her teeth, continuing to swirl her tongue around my crown.

I stepped back and pulled my cock out of her mouth, then held it firmly in my fist. I pulled my shaft up and flat towards my belly, exposing my smooth balls. I spread my legs slightly and said: “Kiss my balls, baby. Take each one of them – GENTLY – onto your lips.”

I held my shaft up and out of her way, while Christie leaned and gently kissed my right ball….then my left. She let out a soft, barely-audible moan as her lips caressed my smooth skin, and she gently nibbled both of my full balls. Her tongue snuck out and moved downward across the hard, smooth muscle that ran from the bottom of my sack towards my ass; and she began gently nibbling back and forth across the hard ridge.

“Ohhhhhhh, yes baby…good girl,” I mumbled, my voice still whispered.

I pushed my shaft straight down and out now, then gently guided her chin back up towards my cock. “Eat it baby,” I moaned as she swallowed me yet again. The warmth of her lips around me caused my balls to tighten, preparing them to release the load she’d been coaxing from me. She pumped her face again and again onto me, and when she did so she drooled onto her lips. I could hear her slurp hungrily with each swallow.

“I think you’re ready for me, don’t you baby?” I asked, putting my hand on her head and stopping her. I leaned back and let my glistening cock plop out of her mouth; it dangled there in front of her, a thin line of saliva stringing from her lips to my cockhead.

“Yes, Sir – I’ve been a very good girl. I’d like you inside me.” Christie moaned.

I reached down and lifted her by her arms, then led her over to the bed. I faced her towards the bed then, while holding her shoulders, leaned her down until her breasts lay down onto the bed. She stood with her knees far apart, bent over and leaning onto the bed. As if out of instinct, Christie reached back and grabbed her cheeks, opening them for me, exposing both of her willing holes.

I stepped forward with my still-glistening shaft in my hand, then released it and let its length settle between her cheeks. It fell flat and wet against her cheeks with a soft “slap”. I put my hands on her hands and pushed lightly, gently pinning her down onto the bed. She arched her back and offered up both holes to me.

“Which hole shall I have, baby? It’s your choice,” I asked as I pressed her into the bed.

“Whichever hole You want, Sir. They’re Yours to take….all, just for You.” Christie moaned as the bedsheets muffled her voice.

I held my glistening shaft in my hand and rubbed it up and down the soft, fleshy ridge between Christie’s two beautiful holes. As my head slid up and down her moist holes, she moaned underneath me. I stopped at her ass – her beautiful backside pucker – and felt her catch her breath, and when I heard her gasp I knew what I wanted.

Gently, I settled my swollen head at her ass then paused; I put my hands on her hips. I felt her hold her breath as my hands touched her hips, and rather than move forward I simply stayed there, waiting for her next move. She seemed to sense this and she paused, grabbed the sheets hard with both hands, then slowly backed her cheeks onto my hard, shining shaft.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” she moaned as she slide straight back onto my cock. Her beautiful ass ate me completely as her hips moved backward, and when her cheeks met my balls she stopped. I sat, fully pushed inside her ass, feeling her tightness envelope me.

“You’re a very good girl, baby,” I moaned, as I began to push in and pull out of her. I moved easily through her, almost like a backside pussy, and with every gentle thrust she accepted me willingly, hungrily. She ate every inch of me, time and time again, and I marveled at how different it was to be in her ass than her pussy: there were no muscles inside to grip me and as I pushed through her opening I moved freely inside her. It was exquisite.

“Nnnnngh,” she moaned as she accepted me, her beautifully white ass up, her knees spread wide. Her right hand snuck back underneath her legs, and she began massaging her soaked pussy as I continued fucking her beautiful ass.
“My god, you look so beautiful, baby,” I moaned, and she could only moan and bury two fingers into her moist cunt. As her pace picked up mine did also, and as I felt my balls tighten I knew I was near.

Whispering softly as I continued fucking her, I said: “Baby….are you ready for me to fill you up?” My hips slapped her ass cheeks again and again.

“Oh yessssss, Sir….please fill me.” Her voice was low and baritone, like she had been completely transformed. She had buried three fingers inside her wet box, all up to the last knuckle.

I pushed in again…and again…and then, finally, one last time. I grabbed her hips firmly while I pushed in; and with one final thrust I spuuuuurted my hot seed deep inside her. I felt the first shot splatter as it met her womb, and as it did her fingers caused her to orgasm as well. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh yesssssssssssssssssssss,” she moaned while wave after wave of orgasm burned through her. My hard cock spit load after load into her hot ass, emptying my seed deep into her. As I emptied myself into her, I felt her body drink me in, release after release….after release.

I leaned back, my cock still buried in her ass. She was marked…owned….branded. She was mine, completely, drunk with my seed.

We laid together for an hour, wrapping ourselves in the musky scent of each other’s sex. Together we were owned, and we felt complete. As we cleaned and dressed, we prepared to reenter our two, very separate, lives and yet we knew that we had shared something so intimate – so intensely erotic – that we would never be the same again. As we kissed at the hotel room door, we stood forever changed. And we both knew that we would, one day, take another path down the road of submission.

He introduced her to the Mistress and then he sat in an easy chair to watch. She knew he had high expectations of her and she did not want to let him down, however, she had no idea what was to happen and this increased her nervousness at disappointing him. His displeasure was not to be enjoyed; he was cruel when he thought she had not been all she could be in her pursuit of giving him pleasure.

She stood trembling in front of this beautiful Mistress. The Mistress also wore a tight corset, black and white with lines that brought the eye line directly into her cunt. She wore skin coloured rubber stockings, suspender belt and to compliment her long legs, six inch stiletto heels with steel tips.

The Mistress watched her face for a few seconds, it felt like hours. She wanted to move her eyes away, embarrassed at being examined so intently, but she did not. The Mistress pushed one of her hands down the brocade corset and sunk her fingers into the slave’s breast. She dug deeper and deeper into the flesh, watching how the slave tried to control her breathing through the intense pain, tried not to cry out or flinch away as the pain became white hot, piercing through her breast to her stomach and cunt.

The Mistress dove into the other breast and dragged both of them up and out of the corset. Deep red indentations which were already starting to bruise could be seen and pricks of blood from sharp nails glowed on her pale, white skin.

She knelt, as directed, in front of the table. The Mistress brought out two small pieces of wood about six inches across and placed them on the edge of the table. Each piece of wood had rows of six inch nails protruding upwards, tips sharp and glinting, and telling tales of pain yet to come.

The Mistress took a breast in each hand and carefully placed each of them on a bed of nails. Each breast lay easily atop of the nails, there was a slight pricking sensation but it was bearable and not too unpleasant. The Mistress stroked down each breast with her hand. Her fingers grazing over the nipples which became more and more erect with each passing of the hand.

“And now we begin.”

The voice of her Sir jarred the silence and brought the slave back into sharp knowledge that nothing yet had happened and already her thighs were soaking wet.

The Mistress picked up a crop and began lightly tapping it on the slaves left breast.

“Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap.”

The rhythm was quick, fast and did not leave time to become accustomed to the sensation before it landed again and again. With each tap the nails on the underside of the breast dug in slightly deeper, causing the slave to close her eyes in order to process the differing pain sensations. The Mistress moved to the right breast and started again

“Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap.”

A small whisper, barely a whimper issued from the slave’s mouth which was dry from anticipation, fear, and pain.

“Oh, come now Girl, I have barely started. I thought you wanted to please you Sir; not show him to be a poor trainer.”

The slave bit her lip and remained with her eyes closed, shame at letting her Sir down, washing through her.

The tapping stopped and blood began rushing in her breasts, she knew without opening her eyes that red marks from the end of the crop would have made patterns in red all over both breasts.

A few seconds past, she was drifting; she could here the low murmur of voices but could no longer make out the words.

CRASH!!!!

The pain radiated through and around both her breasts instantly. Her eyes flew open, shock and fear etched on her face.

“This is not the time for sub space, I want you here, living, and breathing every element the Mistress wishes to give you. DO NOT vanish in your own head again. Do you understand me?”

His voice was stern, flat, cold and she immediately nodded saying Yes Sir as she did so.

The Mistress picked up the cane again; it was a Masters cane; fat, rounded and heavy. Again it landed heavily across both breasts, jarring the underside into the nails. She felt wetness; was it sweat with fear or blood. She did not know, regardless of the pain she was ashamed, sad and upset she had made him upset with her.

She kept her head back, away from the swishing cane and eyes open. Her hands were glued to the sides of the table with sweat. She pushed her palms down and gripped tightly. Her knuckles were white with the effort of remaining silent, absorbing every element of pain as the cane landed again and again. Six times in total across both breasts. She did not dare to look; the sensations confused her mind red hot sharp needle like pain underside her breasts and heavy dark thudding pain crashing down on top of them. The sharpness flooding into skin and screaming in her brain a second after the cane landed, a sob broke free of her lips and she worked to stifle others, afraid that once she started she would never stop.

Whimpers were very low in her throat and she felt she would not be able to take much more without moving away, screaming, or crying. As she thought the word “crying” silent tears began to pour down her face, unstopping, flooding down her neck and bathing the bruises made by the cane.

The Mistress bent low clamped her fingers around each nipple and pulled upwards. The slave rose, the boards of nails stuck briefly to the underside of her breasts before falling to the floor.

“Show Him.”

The slave crawled to her Sir, and presented her breasts to him. He looked at the swelling purple marks from the cane, lifted them and looked at the droplets of blood from the nails, moved his hands over them and finally looked her in the face.

“Bring me the brush.”

She crawled over to the metal wire brush and returned to him. Slowly and deliberately he dragged the brush down her breasts, over the swelling and underneath, where just a few minutes before nails had been embedded. He pulled each breast outwards by the nipple, stretching it to give a smooth line to draw the brush downwards.

She bit her lips and remained motionless, the pain intensifying each time it touched a tender area.

Finally he stopped.

“You are wet,” He announced, “And we still have much to explore.”

Where did it all come from? Perhaps from other actions or desires or maybe just a little shot of electro-chemical stuff hits the brain at exactly at the right or wrong time. I had pinned it down to the time I was fifteen and saw my older brother Bobby kiss my mother. I thought she had kissed him for a second too long. Maybe I just imagined that it went on for too long; after all, she kissed me on the lips often and it was no big deal. Maybe I had wanted her for a long time before and never let it come into my consciousness. Maybe she was sleeping with him. Maybe, maybe, maybe…but from then on my life took a different turn.

For the next few months, in my fantasies, I saw Bobby with my mother. He would strip her then he would suck on her nipples as she stood obediently before him. She always followed his orders. He screamed at her and called her names. Most of the fantasies were rough and I realized later that they were spawned by my anger and frustration. Robby would tie my mother to a chair and blindfold her. He would pinch her nipples until she screamed and almost choke her with his cock. She would beg him to stop but there was no mercy for her in this dark play; he was relentless. He would fuck my poor mother until she couldn’t stand and then he would come on her.

It took me a while to realize that my brother was only a stand-in for me and when I allowed myself to be the imagined participant, the expression of my erotic fabrications became gentler. I couldn’t hurt her, even in imaginings. I wanted to love her. I wanted her to love me.

I thought I had concealed my thoughts and feelings pretty well and that mom never knew how I felt, until that day of course. Bobby had moved out of the house and I wasn’t sorry to see him go. Although things had gotten better between Bobby and me but I still hadn’t forgotten all the punches and taunts of “Momma’s boy” he had let me have when we were younger.

I was nineteen and in my third year of college. I had picked a school near home. Since Bobby left, my mother and I had had gotten even closer than we were before. I liked talking to her and we spent lots of nights together watching videos.

On that particular morning, mom was sitting at the table in the kitchen and was wearing a light cotton print dress. It was long but low cut and showed enough of her cleavage to get me going. When she saw me she said, “Oh hi sweetie, could you do something for me? I must have slept badly and my neck’s killing me; just rub it for a while.” I stood behind her and started massaging her shoulders and neck.

I think the best way to describe my mother is ‘cute’. She later told me she always wanted to be ‘beautiful and mysterious’ but that no matter what she did everyone always told her she was cute. It’s as if someone had a carrot growing out of his head. When you look at him you say, “there’s a carrot.” When you look at my mother you say “she’s cute”. That’s probably one of the reasons she still looked like a kid approaching forty. My mother also had “It”. The “It” that Monroe had to make men come to attention, the “It” Elvis had to make all the women wet when he picked up a guitar.

On the day I was massaging her neck and the world changed, she had never looked sexier to me. If I would have thought about it I never would have done it – but I didn’t think. I just slid my hands down over both of her breasts, all the way to her nipples where I lingered for a moment. She didn’t jump or scream. What she did was take a deep breath and say, “Honey, I don’t know if you should be doing that.” I returned my hands to her neck and kept massaging.

I took off on one my porno fantasies. Mom is on her knees. Bobby and I stand at her face with our big cocks ready…waiting…and hoping she knows what we want and how to do it. She doesn’t disappoint us on either score. She starts by alternating on our cocks, sucking on each one for only five or ten seconds.

At one point she tries to get both fat heads into her mouth but has to be satisfied just licking them simultaneously. We can see how hot she’s getting. Bobby takes the lead and tells her, “Mom get on the bed…we’re going to fuck you from here to Timbuktu.” She doesn’t hesitate. She gets on the bed and spreads her legs. Bobby almost knocks me over getting on top of her. Foreplay lasts as long as it takes him to grab his cock and sink it into her wet pussy. He pulls her over on top of himself. I just look at my mother’s round meaty globes. Bobby says, “C’mon Rick, fuck her in the ass.”

I’m not sure if I should but I’m sure I want to. I want to ram it in her ass for screwing Bobby and not me; I want to pound her for turning me on all the time, and most of all, I need to.

I put a couple of fingers in as I play with her tits. Her ass grinding tells me how much she likes what I’m doing and I’m ready. My cock is as thick and hard as an iron rod and I expect her to scream but she takes it with an exclamation of “Oh…OH…” I thrust in and out completely at first, watching her react. She relaxes and her asshole is stretched and waiting for the next insertion. I oblige with a deep and forceful injection of my meat. When I get far enough into my mother’s ass to see three quarters of my cock disappear, I start pumping her. Bobby resumes his upward thrusts. As we both give it to her, with only a thin membrane separating the two big dicks, she keeps repeating how good it is to be filled with us.

We’re both getting closer and when we pick up the action and both pound her at once she goes nuts. She thrashes and laughs and keeps up a steady stream of talk. “Yes…fuck me, fuck me…this is what I’ve been dreaming about for years…my two boys fucking me…my two big cocks in their mother at the same time…in my cunt…in my ass…oooh yes…this is what you’re whore of a mother needs…this is what your slut mother needs…to get fucked by her sons…fucked by her sons…over and over again…OH…I don’t care who knows it …my boys are fucking me and I love it…”

I came back to the reality of having just touched her breasts with a hard-on from the fantasy and I’m emboldened to ask her the question I had been holding on to for four years, “Mom did bobby ever touch you that way?” She turned and gave me a hesitant, quizzical smile, “Of course not honey; why would you ask?”

My mother didn’t lie; in fact, the main reason she got a divorce was because my lousy father couldn’t do anything but lie and cheat. So there it was. My whole fantasy was built on a misperception, or would I have gotten to these feelings anyway?

I was elated and felt like a weight was lifted. I loved her so much at that moment; I turned her in the chair and start kissing her all over her face. She was laughing and she said, “Ricky, what’s gotten in to you today?”

“I love you mom…I love you.” That’s what I said to her even though she was looking at me as if I’d gone off the deep end, and of course, I had.

“I love you too sweetheart…but…” Before she could finish I bent and kissed her fully. She accepted my kiss and my tongue but when the kiss was over she said, “Honey this is too fast…we have to talk about this…but I have to go to work and…we’ll talk tonight, okay baby?”

“Sure mom” was all I could manage as she went to dress for work. A half-hour later she left with a quick goodbye and not even the usual peck on the cheek. I guessed I had blown it and started recriminations on myself for pushing her. What could I have been thinking anyway, that my mother was just going to strip and let her son have sex with her?

Late in the afternoon I had a break before my last class and I knew my mother would be home. I couldn’t wait and just wanted to hear her voice and maybe read what she was thinking. I called and when she answered I said, “Hi mom…I missed you.”

There was a hesitation on the other end and she said, “Hi baby…are you okay?”

“Sure mom.” My agitation propelled me forward. “Mom, could I ask you a theoretical question?” She made a small noise of assent. “Can you love someone you’re not supposed to love…is that possible…and if you do, can you tell your heart to stop?”

All she said was “Oh honey…” and got quiet. I pushed on.

“Mom, if you loved someone, wouldn’t you want to touch them and tell them and… make love with them…wouldn’t you do almost anything for the taste of their mouth and skin?” I heard her breathing strangely and deeply. As I asked if she was alright, it hit me and I said, “Mom what are you doing?”

Even though I had thought it, I was still shocked when she said it, “I’m touching myself.” She filled in my stunned silence and said, “I have to go Ricky” and hung up before I could respond.

That was probably the longest day of my life. When I got home we had dinner and cleaned up. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. Nothing. We sat on the couch and turned on the T.V.- Pins and needles would have been easier to sit on. I had no idea what I was going to say but I started anyway, “Mom…”

My mother looked at me wistfully and said, “Honey, lets not talk now…just hold me.” She leaned in and I put my arm around her. I remained motionless for a while and breathed in her fragrant skin. I felt a heart beat pounding but I didn’t know if it was hers or mine. Finally I leaned down and brought my lips near hers. She looked up at me and closed her eyes and I was kissing her again. It was as if the hours in between hadn’t transpired. We were continuing the kiss we started in the morning. I started unbuttoning the white blouse at her neck and opened it to her waist. The bra she wore was lacy and full but her cleavage was still evident. She took off my shirt as we kissed and slowly. We removed the rest of what we were wearing.

I said, “Mom, stand up so I can see you.” She stood rather shyly and I was in awe. She was ‘cute’ all over. Her breasts were full and heavy with pinkish-tan nipples that were the same color as her natural lips. The rest of her five foot one package was beautifully proportioned. I told her she was perfect. She said with a wrinkle of her nose, “No, I think I’m too big on top.”

I said, “Yeah right; put on your clothes and get out of here.”

She gave me her little laugh and then looked down between my legs at my rapidly rising dick and said, “Oh God, Ricky…Ricky…” I stood and took her into my arms. Her velvet skin was on me: her thighs, her belly, and her breasts. I ran my hand down her silky back to the globe of her ass that I used to pull her closer to me as we kissed. I took one of her ample breasts in my hand and lifted it as I massaged it between my fingers. When I moved to the nipple, it had elongated and I rubbed it with my thumb.

My mother reached down and wrapped her fingers around my cock. She said, “My big beautiful boy is going to fill up his little mamma.” I was stiff with the excitement of her touch and she generated as much heat with her words as with the hand that slid up the shaft. She cupped me and softly massaged me as she made a cock that couldn’t get harder, harder.

An old movie with George C. Scott and his wife Trish was on in the background as we moved to the couch. She reclined with her knees up and opened. I laid my hand on the soft furry patch and stroked over my mother’s moist pussy. She smiled and made a small ‘mmm’ sound. I got on my knees bringing my cock toward her. She reached with both hands as she put her legs down and spread them. She positioned me at pink of her opening.

She was ready and I entered my mother with only a little difficulty. I was swollen and thick for her but she was now very wet. I filled her with my cock and told her of my longing and love for her. She was moaning gently but didn’t say one word throughout our lovemaking. She was grasping me with her hands and with her legs and with her pussy. As I watched my cock sliding in and out of my mother’s pussy I couldn’t believe how my fantasies had transmuted into reality and how good reality felt.

I had had a few girlfriends and was fairly experienced for a nineteen year old. I usually had no trouble waiting for my partner to approach orgasm before coming. This was different. I was having trouble. Each stroke that took me deeper into my mother’s channel felt better than the last. I imagined my cock sliding and prodding along the walls of her vagina. There was a harmonious fit as her channel conformed to the large shaft inside it. Being inside her was so much more exciting than anything I’d had with the other girls. I was fighting not to come because I wanted to be good for my mother. I wanted her to want me in her always.

She started moving with abandon and I was glad when I felt her stiffen; I had about three seconds left. She pushed her hips high up into me and arched her back with a long “Ohhh…” She dug her nails into my back and I started to come. The lubricating cum that was filling her pussy felt good on my cock as I pushed even higher into my mother’s belly. I came kissing her, moaning into her mouth. I thought I could never love anyone as much.

When we were quieted and wrapped in each other’s arms, I felt her body start a gentle tremor. When it became more pronounced I opened my eyes and saw that she was crying. It soon became audible. I stroked her hair and told her I loved her and that we hadn’t done anything wrong. When she finally spoke she said, “I know Rick…it’s not that…it’s that…I lied.”

“What do you mean mom.”

“Oh God…baby… I lied about Bobby…he did touch me this way…I’m so sorry honey…I didn’t want you think badly of me…I didn’t want you not to want me…it only went on for a month or so…I ended it because I realized I was just confused and needy…it wasn’t about the kind of love I feel now…don’t hate me baby…I love you…I had to tell you the truth; I didn’t want this to be between us…say something.”

I had frozen up. I was angry and confused. How could I ever trust anything she said or did from now on? Even though I was nineteen and thoughts about sex took up just about my whole day, it wasn’t enough. I loved her and wanted her to…I didn’t know exactly but I certainly didn’t want her to bring Bobby back into my thoughts when I had just gotten rid of him. So I was right about her fucking Bobby. Shit. The last thing I wanted to be was right. Maybe she just should have shut up about him and worked it out herself…but the genie was out of the bottle.

I took my clothes and walked to my room with the sound of my mother’s voice calling, “Ricky…Ricky?” fading in the distance. I didn’t talk to her until the next day, which was Saturday. Talking is putting it mildly.

I started with, “How could you? You bitch, you whore. You fuck him and then you tell me he never touched you? You say you love me and the first thing you do is lie to me? How can I trust you?” I put her through hell.

She said it in a hundred ways. “I love you; I was afraid; I was wrong.” We spent virtually the whole day alternating between yelling, screaming, crying, apologizing and everything else. I was young, stupid and self-righteous. It took hours until she got through to me.

“Ricky…baby…you have to forgive me…” Her eyes filled as she pleadingly said, “I’m not a whore…I’m not a whore…I’ve loved you this way for almost four years now. It started just a few months after I ended it with your brother. At first I thought I was crazy; how could I be falling in love with my son who was only sixteen? Oh honey…as the years past I still couldn’t explain it but I had to accept it because it just wouldn’t go away. Not a day passed that I didn’t want you…and it didn’t help that you ran your eyes over my body from morning ’til night either.” We both laughed a little. I guess I wasn’t as discrete as I thought I was. “Baby, I made a mistake, please don’t make us both pay for it forever.” Finally I saw her broken heart.

We had been at it for almost seven hours before I kissed her and told her I loved her. It took me a while but it finally got through my thick skull – we make mistakes, we admit them, we forgive and we move on.

We were both starved, for food and for each other. So we ordered some pizza and took off our clothes. My mother took me in her mouth and as soon as I felt the sensation of her tongue massaging my cock I said, “If you would have done that seven hours ago…”

She stopped and said, “That would have been the worst thing I could have done to you my baby…we needed today if we want to have a tomorrow.”

I knew she was right and I said, “Of course mom” and bent down to kiss her. We ended up on the floor in each other’s mouth. We were both sweated from the day but I loved her smell. I sucked the swelling lips below her clit and heard her sounds that were muffled by my cock, which filled her mouth. She was trying to swallow as much of me as she could and I felt myself hit the back of her throat. I got excited and probably drew on her clit a little too hard because she squealed. I said “Oops” and she laughed.

I gently took her back between my lips and circled the nub with soft pressure and flicks. My cock felt it would explode if she kept up the kind of sucking she was doing. I urged her to sit up on the couch. I lifted her legs and spread them pausing to enjoy the sight of my mother’s soft pussy. She broke my gaze when she said, “Be in me love.” I entered her steadily until I was fully embedded inside her. I bent down and told her to put her arms around my neck. I lifted her off the couch and she laughed.

I wanted to see what it would be like to hold my perfect ‘cute’ package that way. I held her up by her ass and she wrapped her legs around me. As I stood there holding her, we kissed long and hard. Her pussy was moving on me and clenching the cock that spread it. When he legs tightened around me I went deeper into her belly. My cock explored the walls of her hot passageway as she ground her hips. We were both breathing hard. Her mouth was on my ear and when she took her tongue out, she began to urgently whisper, “Baby…are you going to always want me to be yours…still want your momma’s pussy…you wont leave me will you baby? I love you so much…oh God …oh…” I assured her of my love and she went back to kissing me as her ass moved faster in my hands. I started to bounce her and I heard “Mmm…mmm…mmm…” with each jolt. She pulled her mouth away from mine to say, “Baby I’m coming…I’m coming…oh Ricky…Rickey…my Rickey…”

I let go when she did. Holding her the way I was made it difficult to finish with the usual long, fast, and hard strokes so it took me a lot longer to finish coming. It seemed like I was pumping cum into her forever. When it was over, we were both panting with exhaustion. Just as she was kissing me all over my face, the doorbell rang. We both laughed at the timing and I had to drop her on the couch. I said, “We could have answered the door together if he rang a minute earlier.”

Mom was sputtering when she said, “We probably wouldn’t have had to tip him.” That pizza, that night, was right up there with the best meals of my life.

We went to bed and mom curled into me. I had the sweetest little package enveloped in my arms and I said, “Mom, you’re the cutest thing.” She gave a feigned hurt look and I said, “Okay, okay… you’re the most beautiful and mysterious thing.”

She kissed me and said, ” I guess it’s okay to be ‘cute’ as long as you like me that way.” I told her that I loved her that way and everyway and that because of the way she was, I was ‘rising’ in love with her as much as ‘falling’ in love with her. A sleepy smile lit her face.

We were both so tired we fell asleep around eight. At two I awoke and just looked at her beautiful nude body until I couldn’t just look anymore. I took my mother’s tit in my mouth and she slowly aroused as my tongue played with her nipple. As she woke up, she responded by eagerly massaging my hardening cock and balls. When she exchanged her tongue for her hand, my dick stiffened into a rigid rod. She slathered me with long licks that encompassed every inch from the swollen purple head to the underside of my balls. When she finally took me into her mouth I was primed. Her agile tongue coaxed the initial evidence of my desire from the leaking tip. The sounds of her mouth were musical. I watched as more of me disappeared between her lips with each passing moment. I could hardly contain myself as her mouth, lips, tongue and hands acted in concert.

It went beyond the lustful pleasure I was undeniably experiencing. She was offering her heart; an offer I wanted to accept forever. I couldn’t remember being that close to coming for that long. She squeezed on and off at the base of my shaft as she sucked on all the meat she could get in her mouth. Finally the first exquisite release began filling my mother’s mouth. She responded by re-doubling her efforts. My whole body stiffened causing me to involuntarily buck my cock deeper down her throat. I kept coming until I was sure I was done. Then my mother gave a last squeezing draw with her lips down the length of my cock. I yelled something like “Eeeyeowww” as the last spurt coated her lips. She licked them as the smile she gave me was drawn from the well of her bottomless love.

Afterwards as she nestled in my arms, I asked her what she was thinking. She said, “I guess I’m just amazed at this whole thing…especially at myself. I’ve just had my son in my mouth and I’m not thinking, ‘this is strange or what am I doing’? I’m thinking about all the things I want to do with you.”

“Like what mom?”

She slapped my chest playfully, “Oh no…I’m not telling.” I could see she was a bit shy about talking about it, so I cajoled her.

“Come on mom, after all the stuff we’ve done together you can’t tell me? Okay mom…why don’t you whisper what a mother might want to do with her son if she loved him like you love me?”

She came up to my ear and said, “Well a mother might want to have anal sex with her son…so she could feel her son’s big cock where she never felt it before…” She started breathing harder. “…Yes…she would want him to put it in her ass…deep in her ass like he was deep in her pussy and deep in her mouth…so she could show him how much she loved him…and show him he could ask anything of her that he wanted…yes baby…deep in his mother’s ass…yes Ricky, deep in your mother’s ass…”

I turned her over and began teasing my mother’s asshole. Her knees came up and spread as I fingered around the tight pucker. The more I thought about being in her ass, the more enticing it sounded. The more I looked at the round globes in front of me, the more I wanted to be between them.

I put a finger a finger in and gently explored when I heard her begin moaning into the pillow. I said, “Do you like this mom? Is this where you want me to be?”

“Yes Ricky, yes…”

I put in another finger and watched excitedly as my mother’s asshole was stretched, I wondered how much more it would have to stretch to accommodate my cock. I started putting it to the test. I saw aloe on her dresser and put some on me and some on her. It was soothing and cool and when I put the head of my cock against her greased pucker it gained partial entry. When the helmet was past the tight ring, my mother caught her breath. I stopped to rub up and down the flanks of her body from her breasts to her ass. As I continued I put my cock deeper into the slender channel. As I began to explore her depths in slow degrees, I asked her if she liked it. She said, “Yes…yes…yes” with each of my insertions.

The heat in her hole overtook the coolness of the aloe as the friction increased. The thought of being in my mother’s ass and the sensations it was sending from my cock to my brain started multiplying exponentially. I accelerated the pace and imbedded my cock fully with each thrust. At one point I held her hips and pressed my cock as far as it would go into her and stayed there, filling her ass. She let out a long sighing “Ohhhh…” that took at least thirty seconds to trail off.

When I resumed the insistent driving of my shaft into her, I knew we were both ready to come. I wanted to look at my mother’s face and show her my love as we came. I guided her over and put my cock back into her ass as I kissed her and told her that this was how I was going to love her forever. We found a rhythm as we reached for our climax. She took me as deep into her as she could. When she arched with a sharp cry, my cum began to pour into her. Each insertion released a hot stream into her as her sounds of pleasure washed over me. I knew that my mother had given me more than just her pussy and her ass – she had given herself; and I had taken her with love.

The last ten years have the best ten. Our lives remained filled with each other and a small incident last night tells our story. We had just come from a movie at a beautifully landscaped outdoor mall. The air was fragrant and we sat in a quiet gazebo surrounded by flowers. I put my arm around my mother my fingers rested on the top of her breast. We sat without a word and only her deepening breaths and the songs of birds settling in for the night could be heard. She put her hand on my thigh and before long I began to stiffen. We looked at each and smiled as we got up to go home.

Sara was so sexy, she even walked seductively, her ass moving gently side to side as she walked ahead of him. They walked across the parking lots to Lafollette and on past it to her building. She punched the button for the elevator and the doors opened almost instantly. She walked in and he followed. When the doors closed, she slid her arms around him and looked up into his eyes.

Gently he bent his head down and softly touched his lips to hers. Her mouth was soft and sweet and it was only a few seconds before she opened her mouth and slid the tip of her tongue into his. He was shaking from being so nervous, but Sara’s gentle French kiss seemed to calm him some. He gently raised his hand toward her breast, but stopped short when the elevator door began to open.

She led him to the stairs and then down the hall to her room. She quickly unlocked the door and ushered him in. The room was dark, except for one small lamp on her desk. She quickly turned him around and continued their kiss from the elevator. Sara’s tongue was less gentle this time and seemed to desire more from him than before. He slid his tongue a little further into her mouth and she moaned from the pleasure.

She exerted a little pressure on him and they went back onto her bed. She adjusted herself so she was straddling him, her crotch rubbing firmly against his. He began to unbutton her blouse, his fingers trembling intensely. Sara grabbed his hands and pushed the down to his chest, then she continued to unbutton her blouse for him. When she finished, she pulled the rest of the blouse out of her pants and then she pulled the top off altogether.

He gently reached up his hand and began to trace a line from her cheek, down her chin and her neck, then down her bra strap, over the edge of her bra cup, and finally to the point where her cups met. He then slowly spread his hand out over her left breast and began to massage it softly through the lacy white cloth of her underwear. Sara moaned softly as he began to stroke her nipple to erection. Then he began to cup her other breast with his other hand.

Sara sat up, rubbing her crotch harder against his erection, which was now firm in his pants. His hands were stretched out over both her breasts. He began lifting up on the bottom of her bra, trying to pull it up. Sara reached around behind her back and unhooked it for him and it fell away in his hands.

He looked at her full, soft breasts. Creamy white, unblemished, firm, with erect nipples. He suddenly realized that HE was doing this to her, causing her to be excited. He had thought no one would ever be turned on by him, but he was finally beginning to believe in himself.

Sara bent over a little, her beautiful breast wavering only inches from his mouth. He instinctively licked his lips, then placed his mouth softly over her nipple and areola. Sara gasped lightly as he took it into his mouth. She placed her hand on the back of his head, holding his mouth against her bosom. Meanwhile, she continued to rub her crotch against the bulge in his pants. She was already so excited that she was very wet between her legs; her clitoris swollen from rubbing against his erection.

As he suckled liked an infant, his right hand moved slowly from her other breast toward the elastic of her sweats. He moved it gently over the soft bulge between her legs. He pressed a little harder, which solicited a gasp from Sara’s mouth. He pulled his hand back and slid it into her sweats, but over the silky softness of her panties. He could feel the soft hairs of her mound underneath, begging to be touched, and the heavy wetness of her excitement.

He stroked her for many minutes, at the same time switching his mouth back and forth between her breasts. Finally, he pulled his hand back and slid it into her underwear. Her mound of silky hairs was slippery wet against his fingers. He had no trouble sliding two fingers into the mouth of her vagina.

“Oh god,” she moaned in a whisper.

He worked his fingers slowly back and forth into her vagina, each time he penetrated deeper. Sara arched herself back away from him, allowing him to pull down her sweats and panties all at once. She then twisted around on the bed, slipping out of the remainder of her clothes (except her socks, which they had both discovered the other found incredibly sexy).

She lay facing him, naked. His shirt was partly unbuttoned; a situation which she soon remedied. He pulled her bare breasts against his chest and he began to kiss her passionately. Their tongues were clashing and their hands were moving furiously through each other’s hair.

He pushed her to her back and she wrapped her legs around his hips. He rubbed the bulge in his pants against her like he was already deep inside her. Sara was being overwhelmed by the speed and force with which he was grinding against her and she suddenly exploded in tremendous waves of pleasure…

“Oh, oh, oh, oh god… I’m… ooooh… I’m coming!” she cried in his ear. Her hips and ass thrust about wildly as he pressed into her with all his energy.

After a few seconds, the heat was flushed out of her system and she collapsed for a few minutes. He slid off of her and lay his head on her breasts, gently suckling like he had been before he became so aggressive. Sara ran her fingers softly through his unruly brown hair. He turned from her bosoms to look into her eyes.

“I didn’t mean to be so hard on you.”

“You weren’t… I’m used to it. But I liked it when it was gentle, that was nice.” She smiled.

He smiled back and kissed her softly on the lips. He moved down and softly nuzzled her breasts before continuing his downward journey. As he got closer to her mound, she began to feel hot and prickly. His mouth slipped past her navel and began to kiss the top part of her soft, brown, pubic triangle. She spread her legs slowly as his mouth moved down completely over her wet mound of Venus. The tip of his tongue slid down partway into the cleft of her labia at the top.

She shuddered as it darted around her clitoris. He wrapped his arms under and then over her thighs, which helped her hold her legs apart. He slid his tongue down all the way to her inner labia, sliding it gently into her vagina.

His lips came to press fully against her genitals, his tongue at least two inches inside of her. The taste didn’t seem to bother him, perhaps it was because it was passion that drove him to her depths. Sara was rolling her hips and ass, as well as arching her back and head, as she moaned his name softly. He didn’t make any sudden or deliberate movements; nothing to disturb the gentleness with which he was giving her pleasure.

As Sara ran her fingers over his head, holding it between her legs, he pulled one hand back and slid one finger deep into her vagina. He pulled it out a few seconds later and slowly, but in time to his licking, began to move that finger back and forth into her anus. Sara felt electricity shoot up her spine as he touched this forbidden part of her anatomy.

After a short time, his finger was all the way up inside her rectum, moving in time to the massaging movements of his tongue and mouth on her genitals. She felt the pressure of another orgasm building within her loins. Slowly she rocked her hips, keeping her actions as tender as possible. It was building… building… BUILDING!!

“Oh, oh, please!” She cried, softly. “Oh, oh, yes!”

She fell into a short sleep.

The erection in his pants was straining. He wanted so much to plunge into Sara, to experience the warmth of her love canal surrounding his hard penis. But he knew there was still more pleasure to come, this time for him.

They lay together, letting their passions cool again. She had her head on his chest and was gently stroking his erection through his pants. She unbuttoned his slacks and slid down the zipper. He lifted his hips and she pulled them off. The bulge in his underwear excited her again. She rubbed the cotton cloth of his briefs before she reached her fingers under the elastic and pulled them down past his socked feet. She lay beside him.

He began to suckle her breast again as she wrapped her hand around the length of his penis and started to stroke it back and forth. She pulled away from his mouth as she moved hers down toward the head of his erection. Gently she took it into her mouth.

He felt such a warmth surround his phallus that he almost ejaculated immediately, but her manipulation of his testicles staved it off. She wrapped a hand around the base of his penis and lightly squeezed. His head became swollen and then she took it into her mouth again, this time she took it all the way to her throat.

“Uh…ohhh, Sara… ohhhh. Honey… ohhh…that feels so wonderful…” he moaned softly to her. She was craving this tender attention. To her, it seemed more like love than lustful passion.

She moved her mouth up and down on his erection. She began to quicken the pace, but not enough to disrupt their promise of gentle lovemaking. He was tightening his hip, buttock, and thigh muscles as she sucked on him. His breathing was becoming more rapid.

“Sara… I-I’m going to… uhngh!” he moaned tenderly. “It’s too much…uh. I’ve never been this far… you’d better… uh… stop… or I’ll… uh… OH!” It was too late, he began to come.

His hips and thighs shook as the semen rose in his genitals and his prostate gland tightened. He felt a flood of warmth rise in his testicles and penis. Then he was throbbing. Sara let his organ slip out of her mouth as the first wave came…a hot white gush of sperm ejaculated onto her cheek before she could get it back in her mouth, then she began bobbing her head up and down.

Five more jets squirted from his erection before his supply was depleted, though it continued to throb for several dozen more times. She swallowed all that came into her mouth, ignorant of everything but the passion his climax made her feel.

“Oh Sara!” He was crying. She climbed up and wrapped herself around him and caressed him.

“What’s wrong, honey? Don’t cry. I’m here.” She stroked his face and brushed away his tears.

“I-I’m sorry, Sara. I don’t know what came over me. I’ve never felt anything like that before. It drained me so much.”

“Hey, it’s OK. I’ve never felt anything like this before either. I was right when I told Linda you were someone special.”

“You told her that?” He asked, turning her onto her back and propping himself up on his elbow to talk to her.

“Yeah, of course I did. It’s true.”

He looked into her green eyes. “Sara…”

“Yes?” She asked, without hesitation, her eyes meeting his.

He paused, considering what he was about to ask her. “Do you want to make love with me?”

Her eyes flickered for a second. “Yes…” she whispered and pressed her lips softly against his. His hand gently caressed her arm and moved slowly to her breast. She turned slightly and pressed her body against his. She could feel the head of his penis pressing against her mons. She moved them apart slowly and his erection moved a little ways into her. They looked into each other’s eyes and smiled.

“I care about you too much to betray you.” He said suddenly.

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t make love to you, in good conscience, without taking precautions.” He stood up and went across to where Sara had thrown his pants. He pulled out his wallet and removed a small square package. Sara smiled at him as he brought it over to her.

“You are special.” she said as she tore open the packet and removed the condom from inside. They began to kiss again in the position they were in before, but this time Sara stroked his penis, unrolling the condom onto it. He pressed it into her as they lay on their sides. She rolled slowly onto her back with him riding her.

His erection seemed to naturally slip into her vagina. Sara sprawled herself out as he slid his hands under and over her shoulders to hold more firmly onto her. He slowly pushed himself into her mound, stopping every so often to pull back and then thrust deeper into her again. Soon he was moving rhythmically back and forth inside of her. She could feel him pressing closer and closer to the cervix of her uterus. Her hips and buttocks began to move up against him.

“Ohhhh….uhhhhh… you’re so wonderful…” she moaned, caressing his back with her hands.

“Ohhhhh…Sara… this is the most wonderful thing… uhhhh… I’ve ever felt… I-I…” he answered back, but hesitating almost to say the most important words.

Their mouths were locked in a passionate kiss, her tongue darting in and around his mouth. His chest was pressing against her breasts, flattening them against her chest. The only space between their bodies was where he was pulling back to thrust again into her mound with his erect phallus. Her mons was covered in light chocolate hairs, but they were matted by the lubrication she was producing to facilitate their consummation.

His swollen penis was almost seven inches long and about an inch and three quarters wide. The longer they made love, the closer he got to touching her cervix, so he was incredibly deep inside her. The condom he was wearing was ultra-thin, so he could experience all the pleasures of their intimacy, though. She continued to raise her hips against him whenever he would thrust into her. Finally, one time, her struck her cervix lightly and she gasped in pleasure. She felt another powerful orgasm coming on…

From behind them the scene was also exciting. His testicles were hitting the lower part of her mound when he would thrust in and when he would pull out, his penis was glistening as it extended away from his scrotum into her genitals. Below their passionate sexual embrace, her anus was glistening with the dripping moisture of her mound. Above it, his perineum blended away into his anus, which was partly shielded by his quivering buttocks. The thrusting of their intercourse made them shake with the passion of his thrusts. His moment was building…

Sara was the first to achieve a plateau. Her pelvis screamed for release. He was hitting her cervix frequently now and she was trying to hold back the screams of pleasure. Her legs wrapped around him as she began to squeeze his body, but then they unwrapped so she could lift her hips and buttocks up against him. She was pounding against his strength.

“Oh god!” She cried as gently as possible. “I’m coming… I’m coming… ohhh… uhhhhh… please… yes…”

He could feel her vagina contracting against his penis. Her tightening body and passionate words made him need to thrust only a few more times.

“Urrr… uhh! Oh Sara! Sara!” Again, hoarse whispers of passion as he reached his second orgasm of the night and the best of his life (having achieved the second best only a short while before). “Oh God, Sara… I-I…” The hot semen and sperm gushed out of the tip of his urethra into the reservoir tip of the condom he was wearing to protect her.

“Sara… I LOVE YOU!” he cried and continued thrusting as the last few drops of his passion spurted into the condom. He then slowly lay himself against her, where he held her for a few seconds in a kiss, then he withdrew his penis from her mound and lay gently at her side.

“I love you too,” she said to him softly as they both fell asleep in each other’s arms…

Unfortunately, that’s all I have to show for my hard work. Money, and the by-products of money. Nothing else. No husband. No kids. Not even a steady guy. Just a nice apartment, a Jag sedan, and a great wardrobe.

Sounds great, doesn’t it, but it isn’t. It just isn’t enough. I need sex, and lots of it, and when I get horny, I don’t want some politically correct suit to fuck me. I want a real man. Or group of men. You know the type. Construction workers. Truck drivers. Bikers. Guys who know how to give me what I really want, which isn’t a fucking “relationship.” What I crave more and more these days is hard cock and lately, the more the merrier.

Like last weekend. After a bitch of a week, I went home, took off my conservative corporate clothes, and put on my hunting outfit. I’m a brunette, but when I’m after sex I wear a silvery blond wig, lots of heavy eye shadow, rouge, and the sexiest clothes I can find. Usually, like last weekend, I put on a see-through blouse, with no bra, a black leather jacket, black leather micro-mini skirt, black garter belt, black stockings, and red bikini panties.

When I’m looking for a hot fuck I never shower before going out. I like my pussy to retain the sweaty essence of a long day at the office, and just to add that last little tinge of seductive aroma, I don’t bother wiping my pussy after I pee, either. I like the damp feeling the last few drops of urine cause in my panties, and I know damn well the men who eat me like it, too, because they’ve told me they do.

Anyway, as I was saying, last Friday night after work I got all dolled up in my slut clothes and went to a bar located in one of the more dangerous neighborhoods of the city. The place is frequented by guys who got there on Harleys, or in pickup trucks, not in fucking Porsches or Beemers.

I walked in and for a moment conversation stopped. There were maybe thirty or so guys in the place and I was the only broad. I loved it, especially when I heard the guys making nasty cracks about me as I walked up to the bar and ordered a longneck beer.

My pussy was tingling, and when I hopped up on a bar stool and spun around, crossing my legs so my red panties were showing, I almost had a little orgasm just from exposing myself like that. It didn’t take more than thirty seconds or so before one of those nasty looking bikers came up to me and asked me what the fuck I was doing in a men’s bar. I told him, and loved it when he smiled real nasty at me.

“I’m here to get some cock, why the fuck else would I be here?” I said brazenly, opening my jacket, letting him see my practically naked tits. I have huge boobs, and wear a 38D bra at work, but tonight my braless tits were sagging a little. Hey, at 42 years old I’m still in pretty damn good shape, even if I am a little softer than I was as a teenager.

I’ve still got a great body. I haven’t had kids, so my stomach is still fairly flat, my ass is pretty good, and my legs are long and shapely. I never have any trouble getting a guy to hit on me especially since I’ve also been told I’m beautiful, but mainly on nights like these I’m just plain sexy.

Anyway, as I was saying, after I told this guy I wanted some cock, I looked down at his dick and was glad to see it getting bigger. His jean were torn and scruffy and he was getting a nice, big bulge where he was supposed to, so I knew I had him.

“Well just how many cocks you looking for, babe?” the guys says, grinning at his buddies. There were four of them standing around looking at me now, and I turned so they could all see my tits.

“These guys will do just fine,” I said. “I love a crowd, especially when I’m real horny, and boys, tonight I’m so horny I’ll do anything you want.”

“Well fuck, let’s just see about that,” one of the studs said, unzipping his jeans. Right there in front of everyone he just took out his dick and told me to suck it. It was long and sweaty looking, and I loved it, so I did. I got off the stool, got down on my knees, and took his cock into my mouth, the strong, sweaty male flavor making my pussy ever wetter than it had been.

“Oh yeah, baby, suck that dick. Eat my cum, you fucking slut,” the guys said as I squeezed his balls through his jeans.

“You want me to eat your cum, you have to come first, asshole,” I said, getting a laugh out of his buddies. By now a big crowd had gathered around us, and everyone was yelling and screaming at me to make him come. Suddenly I wanted him to do just that, all over my face, so I began jerking off his cock while I sucked it.

“Uhhhh, oh yeah, ahhhhh, here it comes, bitch!” he groaned, and I felt him swelling up in my mouth so I pulled his dick out and jerked it as fast as I could. He screamed again, and gobs of cum started splattering all over my face. My own orgasm hit me then, and I wiped his cock all over my cheeks and forehead while it was still pumping jizm out of it, loving the noise the crowd was making.

They were yelling and screaming, saying what a hot cunt I was and how they couldn’t believe I’d done what I’d just done right there in the bar. When I was through I looked and like the slut I knew I really was, and I loved it.

I got back up on the bar stool, licking my lips, then picked up my long-neck beer and sucked on it, swallowing most of it, but letting some of it spill out the sides of my mouth and run down onto my tits. Guys were hooting and hollering over my performance, and I knew it was only a matter of time before somebody tried to fuck me. I was going to get gang-banged, and I couldn’t wait.

“Hey baby, you fuck as good as you suck?” a big, black biker asked roughly.

“Why don’t you try to find out for yourself?” I asked, sliding down off the stool, molding my body to his, rubbing up against him, letting him feel how hard my nipples were.

“Let’s take the bitch back to the pool table.” Everyone seemed to like that idea, and suddenly I felt myself being carried toward the back of the bar. In a separate back room I felt my clothes being taken off. Naturally I didn’t even try to resist, and when I was naked they lay me on my back on top of the pool table with my thighs spread real wide. The black guy took out his cock and just rammed it into me, roughly, deeply, just the way I like it.

“Yeah, come on, do it, you fucking nig…” CRACK! He slapped me before I could say it, and I spit on him, making him slap me again. I loved it, especially since it made him fuck me as hard and fast as he could until he was spewing hot cum inside my cunt.

“Satisfied, bitch?” he snarled, pulling out of me roughly. He grabbed me by the neck and pulled my face close to his cock, then wiped it off on my hair. The dumb fuck didn’t even know it was a wig.

“Satisfied? Fuck no. Isn’t there anybody here with a BIG dick to fuck me with?” I teased. A huge, grizzly bear of a man stepped forward. He had a shaggy reddish beard, tattoos all over him, must have weighed over 300 pounds, and looked at least 6′5″ or taller.

“Think this will do?” he asked, taking out a gigantic dick, stroking it menacingly toward me.

“Yeah. That should do just fine,” I said. He stepped forward, between my cum-stained thighs, then rammed his cock into my cunt, fucking me slowly, but steadily, using his own pace, masturbating with me, strictly interested in pleasuring himself, not caring a fuck about me. I loved it, being treated this way.

Nobody here treated me like “the boss,” kissing my ass, paying me phony compliments. To these fuckers I was just a cunt out to get laid, and I loved the relaxed way it made me feel. Sure they were using me, but I was using them, too. It was wonderful.

I guess I must have been fucked by, no shit, at least 10 or 15 guys that night, and before they were though with me, my body was caked with cum. I had it in my hair, all over my face, my neck, my tits, stomach, my cunt…. I even had it drizzling out of my ass, which had been fucked a few times, too.

The guys loved it, and of course, so did I. Until you’ve been fucked by a room full of men, where you, and only you, are the complete center of their erotic attention, you can’t begin to understand how totally fulfilling it is sexually.

The sensations a girl experiences while lying there, getting fucked, knowing that no matter how good this present lover is, it doesn’t matter, because behind him is a long line of other hot, hard cocks just waiting to take their turn on you… you just can’t describe how exciting that makes a girl feel.

I love this so fucking much, going out on my “slut nights,” tramping around, getting fucked by groups of men… it’s the greatest, and I know I’ll never stop doing it. So look for me.

Who knows, you just might find me!

I should tell you about my wife, Am ber. She’s 23 years old (same as me – we got married at 16), a wonderful tiny 5ft 1 of sheer sex. I don’t mean to boast but she really is stunning. She has her brown hair in a ‘bob’ style, has an innocent looking face with big, brown eyes, 36d tits which look absolutely huge on her small frame and a lovely pair of legs. What I am about to relate took place when we were both 20 years old.

About 3 years ago, our ‘multiple fuck’ fantasies began to evolve further and get really nasty. My wife would talk like the sluttiest whore, telling me how she wanted other men to fuck her at the same time – the more the better. After a while, she got even nastier, saying how she wanted the men to be black and for at least three of them to fuck her ass, mouth and cunt at the same time before each in turn ramming their massive cocks into her tight cunt and shooting their spunk deep inside her.

Our fucking sessions always ended up on this fantasy with Amber coming hard, her cunt milking the spunk from my cock and into the rubber (we had decided to hold on before starting a family and the pill ‘doesn’t agree’ with Amber so I had to use a rubber each time). This nasty, slutty talk from my usually demure wife always made me completely empty my balls.

One evening we had both gone out to a nightclub in a nearby town. I had been hard all night just looking at my wife. She had dressed differently and had heavier (sluttier) make up on. Black high heels, stockings, a low cut front showing most of her big tits and thick, bright pink lipstick. When I had first seen her earlier in the evening I had been surprised to say the least, but thought I’d keep quiet as though nothing was different and see what her game was. I also thought she looked really hot dressed that way and had no inclination to spoil the view!

It was about 1am and we had both drank quite a bit. Amber and I had danced a few times during the night but I was too far gone to want to anymore. She asked if I would mind her going and dancing alone for a while and I had no objections. I watched her stand up, reach down to her handbag on the floor (which caused her mini skirt to ride up showing her bare ass) and retrieve her cigarettes and lighter. She looked around and so did I.

I noticed three black guys had all taken in an eyeful as she had bent over and were grinning at us. Amber noticed them also, and in the sluttiest style possible, she put her cigarette to her lips, flicked her lighter and sucked hard, drawing her cheeks in hollow. She inhaled deeply, her big tits rising and her hard nipples straining at the material. Still keeping eye contact with the guys, she raised her head slightly and exhaled a huge plume of smoke toward the ceiling before turning to me, giving me a sly grin and heading off to the dance floor.

I was hard as a rock after watching my wife’s slutty show (I always did have a fetish for watching women smoke) and after regaining my composure a little, I glanced from the corner of my eye at the black guys. I saw one of them also going out to the dance floor. At this point I started to get a little worried.  The fantasy was great but I realised at that time that I didn’t want to see my wife actually fucking other guys. I nervously sipped at my drink and scanned the dance floor to see if I could find out what was happening.

It took me a few seconds to spot them – and could hardly believe my eyes. There in the middle of all the dancers was my usually shy, innocent looking wife dancing with this strange black man who was at least a foot taller than her. They were *close* his bulge pushing against her tummy and her semi-straddling his leg and grinding her cunt against him like a bitch on heat. She looked over and caught me staring.

She just looked at me, took another deep drag from her cigarette and exhaled right into my direction. She then grinned and continued her dance. I couldn’t believe how she was acting but soon I was even further outraged as she stretched her face up to the black guy, who lowered his a little and before long they were openly french kissing hard for everyone to see.

I was about to stand up and storm over when I suddenly realised one of the other black guys had made his way over to them. He stood behind my wife as she kissed the black stranger and reached round her to get as much of her big tits in his hands as possible. Amber’s legs wobbled a bit and her mouth dropped open wide. I’m sure I could hear her moan over the loud music!

My wife placed her cigarette in her mouth and arched back. Her top half was back towards the black guy groping her tits and her bottom half pushed out to grind her cunt up and down the other guy’s leg. I watched her move one hand round behind until she was squeezing the cock on the guy behind and then did the same with the other. I was completely stunned at this point.

It was also at this point that I noticed I was incredibly hard! Here I was, watching my wife, the woman I loved, standing in the middle of a crowded dance floor, cigarette between her lips, tits being groped buy a black guy, rubbing her bare cunt up and down another black guy’s leg and squeezing a covered black cock with each hand! She looked like a complete slut and I loved it! The black guy she was rubbing against reached forward and helped his friend maul her tits. I carried on watching them for a few minutes, seeing my wife getting hotter and hotter.

By now Amber was humping and grinding her cunt *hard* against one guy and forcing her tits out harder against their big, groping hands in between taking deep drags from the cigarette she left between her slutty pink lips. Her little hands had managed to open both their zippers and were tucked inside, playing with their cocks.

The guy behind her whispered something into her ear and she laughed. After a few seconds she straightened up and turned to face me. I looked on at her and was shocked at what I saw. My shy, innocent wife stood there, one hand on her hip, in her high heels, stockings (which had run in a few places), and a top which was hanging far more to one side than the other with her big, hard nipples extremely prominent! Her short skirt was creased and had been pushed up around her waist partly, exposing some of her glistening, cunt.

A jolt ran to my cock as I realised her cunt was bald! I’d asked her to do this on numerous occasions but she’d always refused. I raised my sight higher and looked at her face. Her cute, innocent look had gone and been entirely replaced by something I’d never seen in her before. Sure, all her features were the same but somehow they didn’t seem to belong to the demure wife I loved – they belonged to a slut. Her bobbed hair was ruffled and she still had the cigarette dangling from her (slightly smeared) pink lipsticked lips. Her eyes were teasing and humiliating at the same time and she was slyly grinning at me.

We kept eye contact for a few seconds and in that time I realised that the bitch needed it badly. I realised that the complete slut in my wife had been released and, excited as I was now, I couldn’t wait to see what happened.  I just hoped that she was in control enough to remember she wasn’t on the pill. Still looking into each others’ eyes, she took a drag from her cigarette, took it from her mouth, dropped it and ground it out with her high high heel then exhaled right at me.

Suddenly she broke eye contact with me, turned and walked to the men’s toilet, guiding the men with her by their cocks. Mine were not the only eyes to watch the slut ooze sheer sex across the club. A few people followed them, men and women, obviously wanting to watch this trashy white slut performing with these big black guys. I tagged along and into the toilets.

Inside the toilets was like a different world to the dance floor. The stark, fluorescent lighting glared from the graffiti covered white tiling. The place reeked of piss and (like a lot of men’s toilets) the floor was about 1/2 centimetre deep in it. There were two cubicles, one long urinal and three washbasins with mirrors. There were about 7 of us in there: myself, my whore of a wife, the two black guys from earlier, a man and girl who were obviously a couple and a girl who was black. As I took in my surroundings the third black guy arrived and locked the toilet door behind him before moving up to be with his friends by Amber.

As I watched, my wife caught my eye and grinned again, then sat between two washbasins with her skirt up around her waist, legs spread as wide as she could and her sloppy, puffy cunt on show. She giggled and groped at one of her tits hard through her top. Her other hand went between her legs and she immediately rammed three fingers right up herself. Amber moaned and began finger fucking herself hard.

The rest of us just watched her for a few minutes. From what I saw, I was not the only one getting off on watching this trashy, white slut abusing herself in front of these complete strangers (except me of course!). The couple, she was about 19, redhead, medium sized tits with conservative make up and clothing on. She looked as though she could be dressed for the supermarket rather than a nightclub and she looked sooooo naive. He looked younger, probably about 18 and ‘wholesome’ also. They were trying hard to conceal their arousal. She was staring intently at my wife and slowly licking her lips.

Her hand was absently groping gently around her own cunt and she got hotter and wetter watching my slutty wife being nasty. Her boyfriend had his hands in his pockets and was quite obviously playing with his prick. The two black guys and their black friend all had their cocks out and they were huge! At least 12″ on each of them and easily thick as my wife’s wrist! It made me feel my own 8″ was completely inadequate. They were rubbing their cocks and watching my wife, getting harder and harder until they were all three hard and huge!

I heard my wife groan as she continued abusing herself to her audience of strangers and saw she was looking right at the three black men wanking themselves near her. A little to the side by the cubicles was the black girl.  She looked about 25 and *very* elegant. She was about 5ft 8″, black shiny spike heels, black sheer stockings with a skirt that came down on to the long side of short.

She had a cutoff top and a black leather jacket over it. Her tits must have been 38dd and were obviously bra-less as her huge, hard nipples strained to poke their way through. She had wonderful pouting lips with deep, deep purple lipstick, and high model-like cheeks. Her eyes were almond shaped and deep brown with long black lashes and her hair was straight and combed down to just above her shoulder, curling inwards. The sight of this hot black girl was enough to make me forget the reason we were all in here – but not for long!

As I watched, the black girl groaned, hiked up her skirt and began to frantically finger her clit. She leaned back until she was sort of squat against one of the cubicle doors and frigged her hot,wet cunt as she watched my wife.

I turned back to watch Amber, my own cock out in my hand. She looked straight into my eyes and began to cum. She was shuddering and moaning – and swearing worse than dirtiest hooker I’d ever heard.

Her dirty talk really turned me on even more. Her fingers blurred a while as she finger fucked herself hard and fast, her cunt making a loud sloshing noise nearly as loud as her moaning and obscenities. Finally she finished and, still looking me straight in the eye, asked, “Ok, who’s first?”

It was at that moment that I realised my wife was indeed going to actually fuck someone else – and this time my cock reared up even harder at the prospect. The first black guy immediately stood between her legs and positioned his cock right at her sloppy cunt. She was at the perfect level for him because of the height of the washbasins.

“You ready, bitch?” he asked.

My wife just groaned before humping her hips outwards obscenely, trying to get that big, black cock up inside.

“Fuck me! Fuck my slutty cunt with your big black cock! Fuck it all the way up me and don’t stop until your balls are banging against my ass!” she yelled, looking me right in the eye.

The black guy did as she asked and rammed about 3/4 of his prick right up my tiny wife’s soaking twat. Still keeping eye contact with me, she yelled:

“All of it you fucker! All of your black cock up my trashy, white-slut cunt!

I’m a dirty bitch that needs a good hard fucking! So fuck me!”

I managed to tear my eyes away from my wife getting profoundly screwed by this big black guy and looked around the toilet again. The young couple were now openly masturbating. He had his cock out and was wanking like crazy and she had hiked up her skirt, plunged her hands into her white cotton knickers and was frigging herself slowly.

As I watched this naive looking redhead I noticed her occasionally sneaking looks at the others in the room, even her boyfriend.  From the look on her face, it seemed as though this time was the first that anything like this had happened to her. It seemed as though this could even be her first time at seeing another cunt or a cock – even her boyfriend’s – close up. As she looked around, she turned behind herself to see me and caught me wanking myself and watching her. She just gave me a cute little shy smile and giggled, looking away and back to my wife and the black guy.

I also looked over to my wife and saw she was now clinging to the black guy with her legs locked around his back and her arms around his neck while he fucked her cunt hard and deep. She was kissing him lewdly and deeply – stretching her tongue out far then finding his mouth and shoving it in, frenching him deep. She broke the kisses now and again to moan things like how good his big, black cock felt right up her slutty cunt and how much of a white trash slag she was. She kept urging him on harder and faster yelling all types of obscenities.

“Come on, harder! Fuck your black cock right up into my womb! Make me yell!” she begged the black stranger. With her mention of her womb, I remembered she was not on the pill. Here was my new-slut wife, clinging onto a black stranger who was fucking her cunt to splitting point, surrounded by other strangers and me, in a smelly, pissy men’s room. The fact that she was in such surroundings only heightened my arousal. It made her seem even sluttier. I wanted things to continue but I didn’t want to risk her getting pregnant so I made a move.

“Amber, hold on a second. Let me get some rubbers from the machine then you can carry on.” I said above the noise.

Everyone froze and turned to look at me as I gesticulated to the condom machine in the corner.

“‘Amber’ – is that your name, bitch?” asked the first black guy.

“Yeah. But you can call me slut. And I don’t want to know any of your names” she replied ” I just want you all to use me like the slut I am.”

She turned her head to face me again and looked me in the eyes. Again, my wife’s eyes were teasing and humiliating.

“Amber, if you don’t use rubbers, you don’t carry on” I said slowly.

“Honey, fuck you!” she spat, and humped herself against the black guy again.

Everyone in the roomed laughed at me – even the naive looking young redhead who gave me another cute look and giggled in the most heartbreakingly sweet way.

Amber looked to everyone in the room and asked them all to ‘keep it on heat’ for a while because she wanted to get to play with them all. Everyone laughed and smiled good naturedly, except me. I just couldn’t believe my wife was knowingly taking the risk of unprotected sex with a stranger, especially when she was using no birth control. My thoughts were racing but I did believe that she would get him to pull out before he came inside her.

Everyone in the room except my wife and the black stranger fucking her unprotected cunt was rubbing themselves. The beautiful black bitch against the cubicle door was now squat low with four fingers pistoning in and out of her shaven cunt. She was dripping juice into the pissy pool covering the floor and alternately watching my wife getting the fucking of her life, and throwing her head back, moaning loudly with those beautiful, big pouty lips open wide.

The young naive looking redhead looked even more now like she was very inexperienced – she had one finger up herself, her white cotton knickers around her ankles, soaking in the mixture of piss and water on the floor, and was fingering herself in a clumsy fashion. Still, she was obviously getting a lot out of it if her soft moaning was anything to go by. Her boyfriend was still jacking off like crazy at the sight of my wife acting slutty.

The two other black guys were rubbing their huge, black cocks pretty slowly, making sure they would be ready to go when my whore wife told them to. I too was very slowly rubbing my own throbbing hardness. I knew that if I went any faster I’d shoot everywhere. I decided that as I thought I could trust my wife not to let him cum in her, I may as well enjoy it.

I watched as the black guy’s cock was rammed into my tiny wife’s body. Right up to the top of her cunt and against her womb. The lips of her twat were stretched thin by the width of his huge ebony pole and were rolled in and out as he thrust in and out of her. I loved the sight! Her fucked my slut wife for a couple of minutes like this with her getting more and more turned on.  Her juice was dripping out and into the pool of piss on the floor in little splashes. She was moaning and begging at him to fuck her harder and faster, yelling obscenities at him and everyone else in the room.

“You, bitch!” she yelled to the naive looking redhead – “Get three fingers up yourself and fuck that tight cunt of yours!”

The girl blushed but obeyed my wife. It was definitely hard for her to get her three fingers up herself but she finally managed it and began pumping herself. She threw her head back and moaned, fingering herself harder. The black slut had seen this and frigged herself a little harder.

Suddenly all our attention was back to my wife and the black stranger as she shouted: “FUCK! YES! I’M GONNA CUM! SCREW ME! FUCK ME HARD! SHOVE YOUR BIG BLACK PRICK RIGHT UP MY FUCKING TWAT! USE ME LIKE A WHORE! THAT’S WHAT I AM! AAAAAH!”

We all watched as she went into a frenzied orgasm, clutching herself hard against the black stranger screwing her stretched twat. She had her legs crossed behind his back and her arms tight around his neck. He held her weight as he screwed her and she humped and ground herself against his huge black cock. Someone (or some people) were banging on the toilet door, but everyone just ignored them – we were all too interested in the slut showing off in front of us.

“Hey, bitch! I’m gonna cum. You want me out?” he suddenly asked. I assumed Amber would have him cum on her tits or something. I assumed wrong.

My wife looked over at me, right in the eyes and yelled: “Don’t you dare! Fuck me harder! Cum up my cunt! I’m not on the pill so come on, knock this white slut up!” she begged, still staring at me. Everyone in the room gave an audible moan upon hearing her talk like this!

He was jerking harder now, his face starting to contort. Although I was appalled at my slut wife begging this black stranger to knock her up with his black bastard, I was also extremely turned on at her behaviour. I wanted to see this white-trash slut in front of me get what was coming to her (no pun intended!). The thought of the slut getting knocked up by the big cocked black stranger in front of all these other strangers only added to the thrill.  I felt my cock twitch and only just managed to keep control. I looked down to see some white cum oozing from my cock. Amber also noticed this and laughed at me, humping harder at her black stud.

“Where d’ya want it, slut?!” he yelled.

Her eyes widened as she carried on staring at me, conveying her sheer wanton lust by the action.

“Up my fucking cunt! Don’t pull out! I’m a dirty white slut that needs a good screwing! Fuck it right up me and spunk into my womb! Knock this white slut up with your black baby! I want to be a momma!”

There was more banging on the toilet door and it sounded like the people outside were cheering. My wife was loud enough for them to hear!

The black guy groaned loudly and rammed himself as far as possible up my wife’s unprotected cunt. She squealed and ground herself against him. He was jerking and very obviously coming hard right up inside my slut wife’s sloppy cunt. The feeling of him filling her up made her cum hard. She was moaning and begging him to “make sure you get all your spunk up inside me. I want your black baby growing inside my body.” All the time she kept direct eye contact with me, taunting me with her words, her actions, her eyes. Her face was contorted into a look of complete lust.

The sight was way too much for me! My tiny, innocent wife with her newly shaved cunt moaning and begging some black stranger to knock her up in a dirty pissy mens’ room. All the time he was coming she was looking at me and taunting me.

“Look at me, honey! Look at your little wife get knocked up by this big black stranger! Ohhhh, I can feel all his spunk shooting into my womb. I’m definitely going to be pregnant from the amount he’s shot up me! Do you think I’m slutty enough, honey?”

I couldn’t take any more and began shooting my spunk out hard and far without even having my hand on my cock! My wife noticed this. She laughed and pointed at me, making the others in the room turn to look.

I was coming buckets with all eyes on me as my wife took the last of the black stranger’s spunk up her. I was coming so hard that my spunk jetted out and some hit the innocent looking redhead, who was watching me shyly.

“Ohhhhhhhh” she moaned at the feeling of my spunk hitting her and fingered herself harder before the naive, shy look on her face turned to one of intense lust and she orgasmed all over her own hand. I gripped my cock and intentionally directed my spunk at her hand at cunt, splattering both copiously. It matted against her neatly trimmed, dark copper coloured bush and frothed up, mixed with her juices around her cunt lips.

As she frigged my spunk into her cunt and around her clit, the excess of our juices dripped into the pissy mixture covering the floor. Her boyfriend looked shocked and excited at the same time at the sight of his girlfriend coming with a stranger splashing her cunt with spunk. He pounded his own cock faster, grimaced and began shooting everywhere. He quickly turned to the black slut against the cubicle door (he obviously was into her as much as I was!)

The beautiful black slut was having her own orgasm, head back, squat low so her ass was occasionally dipping into the pissy mess on the floor. She had a thumb and three fingers ramming the fuck out of her own cunt and her little finger was wiggling around deep in her asshole. She threw her head back again and moaned through those amazing pouting lips of hers when she noticed the young guy shooting out towards her.

This seemed to make him cum even harder and his jets started landing on her. She had his cum dripping down her tits, over her nipples and onto her stomach. He shot a flood of spunk all over her.  Quite a lot hit the slut’s face and matted her hair together. It was dripping from her nose and chin. She was wildly stretching her tongue around trying to lick up as much as she could.

His girlfriend gave me another amazingly cute smile as we both finished coming. She then turned and saw her boyfriend covering the black girl with his spunk and meekly reached over to his cock and balls. It appeared as though this was the first time she had ever touched a cock in her life, but she soon showed she was a natural! She used one hand to hold his jerking, hard cock and direct his spunk over the black slut. Her other hand was squeezing his balls, urging him to cover the black bitch even more. The black girl spoke for the first time, or shouted, rather:

“Tha’s it, white bitch! Make sure ya little white boyfriend give me it all!” Her voice was silky – incredibly sexy and more than tinged with a Caribbean accent.

The young guy groaned one last time and shot one last jet of spunk right into the black bitch’s eye! She screamed with lust and came all over her own fingers.

I looked again to my wife who was still clung to the black guy. He was slowly still pumping into her even though he’d finished coming. I guess he was making sure that he knocked up my wife. She had a contented look on her face and was purring about how he’d definitely knocked her up. I was pretty upset by the fact but even more aroused at the dirty slut’s actions – even though the dirty slut was my previously demure wife.

Amber loosened her grip on the black stranger and he lowered her back onto the washbasins. He slowly eased his semi-soft cock from my darling wife’s twat. It was slick with the mixture of her cunt juice and his spunk. When he finally pulled the last part out of her, there was an audible, sloppy ‘pop’ sound and a flood of his spunk and her cum dribbled out of my wife’s ravaged, stretched cunt. I examined her cunt. It was stretched *very* wide – much wider than it had ever been in the past. Her cunt lips were loose and hung apart a little now. Before this black guy had fucked her, her cunt had been the tightest I’d ever seen and her cunt lips had always met in the middle, covering her hole.

“Oh dear, honey.” she said in a little girl voice, looking me in the eye.  “Your little Amber seems to have got herself knocked up by this big black stranger. I couldn’t help myself. What will we do?”

She looked amazing sat spread-legged with her gaping cunt on view for all, leaking spunk and her own cum which was dribbling onto the pissy floor. She had a little girl look on her face, and her makeup was all smeared. One of her hands toyed between her messy legs and she held the other to her mouth, her little finger between her lips in a schoolgirl pose. As she batted her eyelids at me, everyone looked at me, saw my prick was hard again and laughed.

“I guess that answers my question, then.” my slut wife exclaimed loudly. She then looked around to all the strangers, grinned, and said:

“Well everyone, I’m glad you all got the chance to see me getting impregnated by this stranger – but who’s next?”

The last time I went to the local club (the only one anywhere near the small town I’m from), a peculiar thing happened. The music had just ended for the night and all the patrons were filing off the dance floor toward the exits. I was walking with my arms down at my sides, when all of the sudden, I felt a hand pinching my ass.

Instinctively, I swiped back with my hands to catch whoever it was. Since this has happened twice before, I’m really curious to find out who keeps groping me. I caught a wrist and held on tightly. I didn’t look around at who it was right away, but I dragged her with me despite her protests. When I finally came to a place that I could confront her, I stopped and wheeled around, still holding onto her wrist.

What I saw surprised me. Totally.

I was looking into the greenest eyes I have ever seen. She was about 5′6″, had long blond hair, and she was really tan. Her face was totally hot. I was almost mesmerized by her eyes. But I couldn’t forget the business at hand. “So, can I pinch you too?” I asked.

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, it seems only fair, since you pinched me…”

She sat there and considered for a little while, then nodded her assent. So I reached around and made like I was going to pinch her. Instead, I groped her. I basically took her whole ass cheek in my hand and squeezed it gently, massaging it with my fingers.

“Hey! That’s not a pinch!” But the smile on her face and especially in her eyes told me that she wasn’t displeased.

Her ass was very firm and very tight. So I didn’t let go. She stood on her tiptoes and whispered a proposition into my ear. I, with no other plans, agreed. We cruised out to my car and hopped in. She gave me directions as I drove, leading me to a place out by her house that is really secluded and that the police rarely patrol. And did we go out in the boonies. I thought I lived in a rural area. My neighborhood looked like New York City compared to hers.

After a couple of dirt roads we arrived at the spot. It was beautiful. The car was framed by several fir trees. Through the boughs we could see a small pond, shimmering in the moonlight. Very romantic.

What we were about to do almost seemed degrading to such a beautiful setting. Almost… I turned off the ignition and turned to face just in time to catch her attack head on. If I hadn’t turned, her tongue would be buried in my ear. We sat and kissed for a few minutes, then we played tonsil hockey. I won. Our hands didn’t stay idle for long.

Hers started roving up and down my chest, caressing me. I lightly massaged her back before moving down to her ass again. I took a cheek in each hand and kneaded them. A soft moan from her throat told me that I was on the right track. Pretty soon each of us lost our shirt. I fumbled with her bra clasp before finally mastering it.

We parted long enough to remove the bra from between us, then resumed our embrace. I kissed from her mouth back to her ear. I nibbled on her ear lobe, around her earring, before sticking my tongue in her ear. As soon as my tongue entered her ear, she grabbed my chest and sucked in a quick breath.

I continued nibbling on her ear. Meanwhile, my hands had found her breasts, which although they were not very large, they were high and firm. I massaged them, starting from where they met her ribs on the bottom. I slowly worked my way inward, stopping just before I reached the nipples. I teased her for a while, touching her everywhere but her nipples.

She finally grew so frustrated that she tried to move her breasts into my hands, making me touch her nipples. When I finally pinched her nipples, the effect was electric. Her fingernails dug into my chest and she nearly screamed in my ear. I could feel her hips churning against me, cueing me that she was coming. After she had settled back down, she climbed onto me, pushing me up against the car door. I slid down on the car seat so that she was lying on top of me.

We resumed kissing. I moved my hands down to her pants, slipping one inside of them to caress her ass and attempting to undo her pants-button. I got it undone and then pulled down her zipper. I began pushing down her pants and she wriggled back and forth to help me remove them. Her panties soon followed her pants. With much effort, we rolled over in my front seat without falling to the floor.

I proceeded to kiss my way down to her breasts, sucking on each nipple, then down to her belly button, where I stuck my tongue, and finally down to her pussy. The soft V of blond hair pointed the way. I spread her lips with my fingers, exposing her inner lips and her clit. I flicked my tongue out and hit her clit, resulting in a moan from her. I then got down to work.

I fastened my lips to her clit, alternatively biting, flicking, and sucking on it. Two of my fingers were working in and out of her vagina. Her hips gyrated in rhythm. All of my motions became faster and faster, and she began to build to orgasm. Just before I felt her clench up, she screamed softly, “Oh yes! More! Faster! Harder!” She then paused. It was then I realized that she didn’t know my name, and I didn’t know her name. She paused because she was trying to think of my name.

Again, we rolled over, and she proceeded to remove my pants and underwear. My penis was rock-hard. As soon as she freed my penis from its prison, she stuck it in her mouth, sliding almost all the way down to the base. A few quick strokes and she had me on the edge. I stopped her, claiming that I had a better way to use my hard-on.

We repositioned ourselves, me sitting on the passenger side, and her straddling me. She eased herself down onto me, sighing with pleasure as she did so. She pumped herself up and down my shaft, utilizing the full length. Soon, she was digging her nails into the back of my neck and nearly deafening me as she came. Again we repositioned ourselves, this time me taking her from behind.

I started pumping into her, getting closer and closer to the brink with each stroke. Finally, I could hold off no longer and I pumped furiously into her, filling her. She, feeling the release of my hot semen inside of her, began to orgasm with me. When the tremors passed, we collapsed together.

When we had calmed down enough to regain our motor skills, we redressed ourselves and I drove her home. I dropped her off at the end of her block (didn’t want her parents to see the car drive up).

Since then, I’ve seen her a couple of times at the club where we first met and we have had similar sessions in the same place. But to this day… I still don’t know her name.