les histoires de chrislebo

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Never Trust Your Friends

My wife Sharon and I have been married now for seven
years. We were in our late twenties, five years married
and still much in love, well at least I thought so. I'm
an assistant manager in an old people's home, there is
no need for Sharon to work, she has a monthly income
from her late man's estate. She keeps our home in
shape, that's when she's not out shopping with her
girlfriends or sunning herself in the back garden.

Last summer my boss Pete had a fire at his house which
completely gutted it. I couldn't see him homeless so
after a call to Sharon and a bit of persuasion I said
he could stay with us till he got his insurance sorted
out. That Friday evening Pete came round with what
belongings he had in a holdall. I showed him to the
spare room; Pete emptied the contents of his bag on the
bed. I noticed a pack of blue tablets among his stuff,
knowing what they were, Viagra pills; I didn't say
anything to embarrass him.

There was little need for introductions as Sharon had
met Pete before on several occasions. We had supper,
watched TV and chatted a while, before Pete turned in
for the night.

In the morning Pete who is nearly sixty, and a lot
taller came down in the same clothes he wore the night
before, I had no clothes that would fit him. Sharon
being a shopohlic offered to take him shopping, which
he agreed to. While I went to do a shift at the home.

I arrived home just after 4pm, Sharon's car was in the
drive but the house was empty. I walked threw into the
lounge towards the sliding doors that lead to the
garden. On hearing voices I stopped and peered around
the curtains. Sharon was sitting on the sun lounger in
her bikini. Pete was standing behind her massaging
Sharon's shoulders. When she remarked how good it felt,
Pete suggested that she should lie down so he could
give her back a good massage.

Before, Sharon laid on the subbed, she jokingly said to
Pete that he better keep his hands in the proper
places. Pete leaned over and started rubbing her
shoulders. She said that it felt really good. He rubbed
her back for a while and did nothing to offend her.
After a few minutes, Sharon was completely relaxed;
Pete suggested that it would feel much better if she
undid her top. To my surprise, she unhooked it letting
the straps fall either side

Then Pete started to work down her laterals. The sides
of her breasts were visible, and he worked close to
them. He kept working her sides and then brushed
against the side of her breast. I held my breath, but
she did nothing. After a while he slowly went back to
the side of her breast and started to rub it. I could
see his hand try to touch more of her breast.

My heart stopped when Sharon slightly tilted to one
side slightly exposing her breast. Pete's hand slipped
in and cupped it in his hand. Sharon took a deep and
sighed. He fondled her breast for a few minutes, I
could see Sharon's breathing getting harder, and then
went back to her neck and shoulders. Like nothing had
ever happened, he then started on her feet and legs
which she loves. He worked his way up her thighs and
back down.

"This is nice but don't get any wild ideas," Sharon
said rather sternly.

So here is my semi-naked wife on the subbed, getting a
massage from a from an old man.

Pete went back to work on her inner thighs, moving
closer up her thighs each time. On one of those trips
up her thigh, I swear it looked like he brushed her
bulging pussy threw her bikini, because it made her
jump. He did this a few times with no protest from
Sharon.

A few moments later, he rubbed against her and then
paused. Annie did not move, I knew he was rubbing
Annie's pussy. Then it happened, his hand pushed up
against her bottom, from my vantage point I watched as
his fingers slipped inside Sharon's bikini. He started
to move his fingers, kneading her buttocks I knew had
to be getting very wet.

With pangs of jealousy and excitement in my gut. I had
to put and end to it before it got out of hand. Swiftly
I went to the front door opened it and closed it loudly
and shouted out, "Honey I'm home!" Slowly waking into
the lounge.

Pete was standing by the sliding doors I could clearly
see his cock making a huge imprint in the front of his
slacks. Sharon was still lying on the subbed, her
bikini bra strap done up. I never said anything,
although I knew I should have.

Normally Friday night is the night Sharon and I stay in
with a bottle of wine and have a meal, but because we
had Pete staying Sharon suggested we all go out for a
meal instead. We shower before heading for dinner.
Sharon, had brought a red dress that day while shopping
with Pete, it kind of matched her long red hair.

Pete and I waited downstairs while Sharon finished
getting ready. Just then, our conversation was
interrupted by my Sharon's entrance coming downstairs.
She was wearing her red dress, and was looking, she was
flipping up her hair to put in her earrings, something
about the gesture was so incredibly sexy.

The restaurant we had picked was some miles away, so we
ordered a taxi. When we got to the restaurant, Pete
jumped out of the cab to open the door for Sharon.
Always trying to be a gentleman I thought, even if such
behavior is out of fashion these days. Opening the
door, he got a real eyeful of Sharon's legs! She had
apparently sat down 'innocently' in a way so that her
dress was pushed way up on her legs.

The restaurant was good, all of us enjoyed the meal, We
all started telling various stories and the night
seemed to pass quickly and the takes were going down
just as fast. Sharon was takeing quite a bit of wine
with her dinner. I tried to hold back some myself,
because I can't hold my cuckold water too well, but not
wanting to spoil a good night out I over indulged and
went over my normal limit.

We left the restaurant about 11.30, the cool night air
hit me, Pete and Sharon held on to me either side as we
waited for our taxi. The taxi came and took us home,
once inside we sat on the sofa watching a late night
movie, Sharon sitting between us. With just the light
of the television, out of the corner of my eye I was
Pete's hand lightly dropped onto Sharon's knee and was
traveling ever so slowly up the outside of her thigh.

Sharon grasped his and moved it away. She turned to me
and said, "C'mon relaxyhead, time for bed now." Staring
at me with a mischievous grin. She whispered in my ear,
"Take me to bed and fuck me?"

They were words I had never heard her say before.
Sharon and I went upstairs while Pete stayed saying he
wanted to watch the rest of the movie. Once upstairs
Sharon went to the en-suit bathroom taking her black
see-threw negligee with her, I undressed and got in bed
to wait.

After a few minutes I heard the shower turn on. I lay
in bed for what seemed ages, my eyes were getting heavy
till I dozed off.

In a semi conscious state I heard her voice – "Are you
arelax? Mike, are you arelax?" I lay there not being
bothered to answer her, and then heard the bedroom door
softly close.

Their bodies slowed down.

He jerked once or twice more. Then it was over. They
kissed, Sharon hugged him tight. I returned back behind
the arm chair trying figure out my escape.

As Pete withdrew and got up. His cock glistening from
Sharon's juices, I was amazed to see his cock still
rock hard. It dawned on me then he must have popped a
Viagra earlier.

Pete pulled Sharon up, still panting, she stood up and
his cum immediately ran out of her pussy and onto the
floor.

Pete sat down on the sofa. Sharon seemed a little
confused of what to do next. Pulling her down she began
to understand what was Pete wanted. While standing and
facing Pete, Sharon placed one foot along each side of
the of his thighs so that her crotch was opened
directly above his cock. She grabbed his cock and
slowly sat down on it as her hand guided him into her
waiting gash.

From my angle, I could see the upper part of his cock
disappear into the center of her furry ginger pussy
until there was nothing of it left as if her pussy was
swallowing him whole. Then it reappeared as she slowly
moved up on him again. Then it slowly disappeared. Soon
she sat all the way down on his lap and they embraced
and kissed deeply once more as their groins began to
grind together in rhythm.

I couldn't believe my wife was cheating on me with my
boss.

Soon Sharon was rocking hard on the Pete's lap and her
breath was hard and ragged again. The sofa was taking
such a beating that it creaked loudly. I had the
perfect view of her pussy lips wrapping themselves
around his shaft and lathering up his pole with thick
white juice. I could hear her pussy going 'slurp,
slurp, slurp.

My face was burning up, my pulse was racing and my
heart was beating so loud that I was surprised they
didn't hear it. Soon she was screaming again and she
came as hard as she had the first time. Pete was
slamming his hips upwards into her. The plunging became
faster and faster. "OHHHH," Sharon moaned. "FUCK ME,
Pete! GOD, YOUR SUCH A GOOD FUCK. AHHHH. OHHHHHH!
YESSSSSSSS!"

I'm going to cum!' He shouted. I could hear him groan
and grunt as he shot his another load of hot sperm into
my wife. She didn't respond to him because she was lost
in her orgasm. She kept him locked into her and as his
rigid cock began to pulsate with the first shots of cum
being released into her womb, she clamped down hard on
his cock and came with a scream at the tops of her
lungs. Her orgasm even continued long after he was
spent. Then finally, breathlessly she relaxed her
muscles and released him.

Taking my queue to sneak out as they recovered, I sat
on the stairs listening to them talk.

"I'll have to go now before Mike wakes up," she said to
Pete.

"Can't you stay a little longer?" he replied.

"I'd like too," she cooed at him. "But I really need to
get going. And please never tell anyone."

"Don't worry," he said. "I never will. I promise.
Besides, I'm hoping we can do this again sometime."

**

I quickly made my way back to our bedroom. Looking at
the alarm clock it was 4.30am. A short time later I
heard our door quietly open then shut. Sharon climbed
into bed naked, I could Pete's cologne on her body, not
to mention the fresh smell of sex. In her sexually
exhausted state, she laid on her stomach and went to
relax. I woke up at 8.30, Sharon was still sound arelax
on her stomach. Inquisitively I lifted the bed clothes
off her. Her legs were spread apart.

I marveled at the site of her pussy that glistened with
a whitish foam around the reddish, sagging lips. I bent
over to stare at her sloppy hole as close as I could. I
was cautious to hold my breath so that I didn't wake
Sharon even with a slight breath on her ass.

The room permeated with the smell of sex, and the
pungent aroma flooded my nostrils the closer I got to
her cunt. I breathed it in to keep the thought of her
passionate coupling alive in my imagination. I wanted
to remember the moment, so I backed off before my cock
exploded or my tongue uncontrollably darted to her
slippery hole.

I dressed went downstairs and made a coffee, Pete came
down, with a smirk on his face he asked, "Sleep well
last night Mike?"

"Yea, not bad. How about you Pete>"

"I had a good night."

Bastard I thought. Its wasn't till the following
weekend when one evening after another takesen night
out, I woke to an empty bed. Opening the bedroom door I
could hear the sounds of Sharon and Pete fucking in his
bedroom. Going back to bed I waited for her to return.
She came back a while later at 4am staggering into the
room suffering from the affects of holy water and her
fucking. She got into bed, within minutes she was sound
arelax. I nudged her a couple of times to wake her.
Sharon was in a deep takesen relax.

I reached over and put the lamp on, her hair was in a
mess and lipstick smeared over her mouth. I pulled the
sheets off, looking between her partly open legs her
labia lips were swollen and red, and her hard clitoris
protruding from its hood. Pete's jism was all over her
pussy lips, ginger pubis hair, and in her slit.

I could no longer breath through my nose without
inhaling their cum, so I quickly moved my tongue
towards her clit. I flicked my tongue at her clit,
Sharon's hips started to gyrate, my tongue darted
between her open slit a salty, acid taste entered my
mouth

Breathing through my nose and she ground her pussy onto
my tongue, rewarding me with even stronger smells and
tastes. Sharon started to moan, in her relax I licked
at her well-used opening for some time. Before rising
to let my dick slip easily into her well used cunt
hole.

I was cautious to move slowly so I wouldn't wake her. I
couldn't feel the walls of her stretched out pussy.
Still, almost the instant my dick was fully embedded in
her, my cum spewed to be mixed with what was left of
hers and her old lover's spunk.

**

Later that week Pete got accommodation, paid for by the
insurance company. I could sense Sharon's loss of her
lover for the rest of the week.

A few weeks later I finished my shift early, pulling up
outside our house I saw Pete's car parked up opposite.
Opening the front door and entering the living room. I
was stopped in my tracks. Sharon and Pete were on the
living room floor. As the two writhing, sweating bodies
slowed, gasping and panting, Sharon's glazed look fell
upon me, by now standing transfixed in the doorway.

She smiled that happy, satisfied smile I has seen so
many times before. I smiled sheepishly back and
withdrew to and went upstairs.

A while later I heard the front door slam, Pete had
gone. Going downstairs Sharon still lay drowsily on the
floor, her legs slightly parted, her swollen cunt lips
glistening in the light.
"You don't hate me, do you darling?" She said softly.

"Of course not. I love you and I will always love you."
I answered sincerely.

Kneeling by her side, Sharon rolled over towards me,
and kissed me, deeply thrusting her in my mouth. Sharon
had never kissed me in such a wanton and messy fashion
before. The taste of holy water was unmistakable. Before I
could fully assess the situation, Sharon grabbed the
back of my hair with both hands and powerfully guided
my head downwards. My cheek brushed her left nipple
which was erect, Sharon kept pushing my head until I
was between her legs. The aroma emanating from Sharon's
crotch was pungent.

It was the same odor I remembered from the weeks
before. Sharon ground my face into her groin. I could
seen a hot, slimy, sticky pool of fluids soaking her
pubic hair and cradled by the folds of her large spread
labia. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and extended my
tongue just touching her extended pussy lips.

The opening to Sharon's vagina was enormous. It seemed
wide enough to consume my nose, mouth and chin. My
tongue caught a huge glob of spunk which oozed from her
cunt. The strong taste of salty with a tinge of the
musky flavor of Sharon's vaginal juices.

Now there was no denying it. I was swallowing the semen
Pete's cock had deposited deep in my wife's pussy. My
rigid dick was throbbing prostate. With a fervor, I
began tonguing Sharon's swollen and extended labia lips
seeking to savor the remnants that had already escaped
from her cunt. I sucked what seemed like a endless
stream of semen from the depths of her vagina. All the
while Sharon moaned and rocked her pelvis against my
jaw.

After Sharon had convulsed in orgasm, a thicker flow of
cum poured forth. I lapped it up and became to wonder
how much of Pete's sperm had made its way into Sharon's
womb. Even though I knew Sharon was on the pill, the
thought of Pete's virile seed swimming in search of one
of Sharon's eggs, nearly sent me over the edge. I
continued to coax every drop of Pete's semen from my
wife's folds.

After what must have been thirty minutes of furious
effort, Sharon climaxed three times I torn my clothes
off positioned my six inch hard penis at her gaping
hole. Literally no pressure was necessary as my dick
disappeared. It was so loose, and warm sensation as I
moved my erection in and out of that had once been a
tight little pussy known only to me. There was ample
room for more and Sharon's vagina almost engulfed my
balls as well.

Apparently, the absence of friction Sharon just lay
there throughout the five minutes of my squirming
inside of her. I tried to hold off as long as possible,
but the thought slipping inside in my wife's used pussy
was too much. I added my load.

Pete was Sharon's lover for many months after, till
unfortunately for him, but not for me, he died in a car
accident.

END

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Second Honeymoon


"Second Honeymoon"

The bell rang above the door of the Pharmacy as
Michelle Stevens entered. Phil Barnett, the young man
in the white coat behind the counter looked up. "Why
hello there, kitten!" he grinned. "Had a good day?".
Michelle didn’t say anything, instead leaning over the
counter and giving him a lingering kiss.

"Oh, it’s been a long day," she said when she finally
pulled her lips away from his. "It always is when John
is around."

John was her husband of 2 years. He was the director of
the local internet firm, who adored his wife more than
anything else in the world…but that didn’t make him any
more interesting – in bed or otherwise. Michelle had
started her affair with Phil within three month of
their wedding – perhaps, she often thought, marrying
John solely because he was rich was a mistake.

"Actually…I think I might have found something to help
you with that!" grinned Phil. "Remember that little
fantasy we were talking about?" Michelle’s jaw dropped
open and turned into a smile…"You’ve found a way to do
it!?!". Phil grinned back. "I think I have!" Michelle
squealed and threw her arms around him "Oh yes! Oh yes!
Tell me more!!!"

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As the week went by, Michelle could do little but think
of what she and Phil had in store for John. Even the
thought of it turned her wet, and she knew that Phil
was as excited. They had originally planned for it to
begin on the Saturday, but John was attending a
conference all week. The following weekend, however, he
was free…

Finally, the following Saturday came. Michelle’s alarm
rang at 8am; normally she’d relax in, but today was a
special day, after all - she and Phil were calling it
her "second honeymoon!". She looked over at the
relaxing form of John beside her. He’d actually bought
her a present after being away the previous week…a ring
or something – but that wasn’t important right now. The
most important thing was currently in the brown paper
bag inside her handbag. She took it out, and went
downstairs.

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"Come on, relaxy head! Wake up!"

John shielded his eyes against the morning sunlight as
his wife came into the room. "It’s…it’s…8am! I thought
you liked to relax in on weekends!" he chuckled.

"I do normally, but I’ve got a surprise for you today!
Here – take this coffee I made. Maybe it’ll help you
wake up!" Michelle smiled at him.

She was wearing a really girly, flowery dress – the
sort she normally wore to Church. John smiled –
Michelle was normally so... distant... he guessed he’d
have to buy her more presents in the future! Michelle
handed him the coffee and told him "I’ve got a friend
coming over – we’ll be downstairs when you’re ready!"

"Who is it?" asked John.

"Just a friend – he’s great fun!" grinned Michelle.

Before she left, she reached over to her jewelry chest,
and put on the diamond necklace he’d bought her for
their first wedding anniversary. John smiled – she was
really making an effort today. She knew he loved it
when she dressed up all girly!

The coffee kind of tasted funny, but John drank it
anyway – the last thing he wanted to do was to put
Michelle in a bad mood now! He finished the coffee, and
reached inside the wardrobe and pulled out some
clothes. The coffee didn’t seem to have done its job –
he still felt pretty relaxy. Not surprising though,
considering all the work he’d done at the conference
that week. He vaguely heard the door bell sound, but
ignored it and started to dress.

He then checked himself in the mirror, and went
downstairs, vaguely wondering who Michelle’s guest was.
He saw him as he entered the living room – it was Phil,
the local Pharmacist guy. He’d never spoken to him
before, but knew that Michelle was an old friend of
his. He noticed that Michelle was wearing flowery
perfume – again, very girly and not like her at all.
She was sat next to Phil, and they were both watching
the repeat of a football game on TV.

"Hi! You’re Phil, right?!"

"Pleased to meet you, John!" Phil shook John's hand,
and sat back down next to Michelle. "The games just
about to finish – check it out!"

John sat down in the chair adjacent to them and took in
the game. "It’s only the third quarter – plenty of time
to go yet!"

"Shush and sit still!" said Phil.

"He’s supposed to be our guest – he shouldn’t talk to
me like that!" thought John, as he looked back over at
the TV. A few minutes passed. "Michelle's quiet", he
thought. He then looked over at where Phil was sitting.
and got the shock of his life.

Michelle was sitting there, in the dress she wore to
church, resting her head against Phil’s shoulder. That
in itself was pretty bad, but what made it unimaginably
worse was that Phil had at some stage unzipped his fly,
and the head of his soft cock was poking out!

"What the hell?!" John tried to cry, but it came out in
a whisper.

"What, dear?" smiled Michelle. "Phil’s cock?"

John tried to yell again, but found himself barely able
to open his mouth. He tried to get out of the seat, but
nothing happened. He didn’t feel numb or anything – he
could feel and sense everything, but he couldn’t move!

"Don’t you think it’s nice?" asked Michelle, before
leaning down and gently giving the cock-head a single,
lingering lick. "It tastes so good! And when Phil puts
it inside me," Michelle let out a sigh. She moved her
hand over it, and started to fondle the cock, while
Phil hung his head back, sighing.

His cock quickly began to swell and become hard.
Michelle kissed it again. "Oh, it's so much better than
John’s!" she said aloud. As she said this, Phil began
to slip his hand into the top of her dress, his fingers
sliding inside her bra. John couldn't see much more
from where he was, but tears of offense and rage
were beginning to stream down his face at what his wife
and Phil…her lover…were doing in front of his very
eyes!

"Hell, I can’t wait. I need you," groaned Phil. He
pulled down his pants, and then reached under
Michelle’s dress and quickly pulled her panties down,
tossing them to one side.

"Phil! You know I like a tidy house! Don't just put
those anywhere!" giggled Michelle. She stood up, picked
up the panties, and placed them on John’s head, making
sure that he could still see everything, and that the
crotch of the panties was over his nose. "You’ll look
after them for me, won’t you John?" she grinned.
"Now…what did you say you wanted, Phil?"

Phil gave out a loud groan, grabbed her and pushed her
up against the living room wall, impaling her with his
dick, fucking her as hard as he could. "AAAAH!" he
gasped, in between Michelle’s pants and moans. "Fuck!
you're so good!"

John was almost in a daze, more humiliated than he ever
thought possible. Here he was, slumped in the chair,
while opposite him his wife, dressed in her Sunday
best, was being fucked against the wall by a man he
barely knew! And enjoying it too.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" panted Phil, slowing to a stop and
tensing, obviously climaxing.

"Ooooooooh," moaned Michelle. "Oh yeah baby! Oh yeah!!"

They parted, and Phil lay down on the couch.

You cum so much! I'm drenched inside!" giggled
Michelle.

"Enjoy that, John?" he laughed, looking John in face.
"I'm sure he did!" giggled Michelle, looking flushed,
her dress crumpled with one creamy white tit popping
out, its rosy red nipple erect and bigger than John
ever remembered it being.

"You loved it didn't you John?!" She laughed, and,
grabbing John, dragged him across the room to Phil.

"You... loved... every... single... second... of...
that... didn't... you... John?" While she was saying
this, she was rubbing Johns face over Phil’s spent cock
and balls. She stopped for a moment, and leant out to
give a long kiss to Phil, leaving John's head resting
against his wet dick.

She then took hold of him again and rubbed his face
against the dick a few more times, before dropping John
to floor, and grinning at Phil.

"Come on, let's go grab breakfast somewhere! All that
screwing makes me tired! You don't want anything, do
you John? No? I guess not."

After cleaning themselves up, they left the house and
appeared to head out into town. While they were gone,
John tried to move but couldn't. Cum from Phil’s cock
was smeared on his face and he could smell it, but
couldn't get it off! He loved his wife! How could she
do this to him? And she had left him here, unable to
move on the floor, while she enjoyed a hearty meal with
her lover! He started to sob.

A long time passed. How long, he couldn’t say, but it
was at least two hours. At last, he heard the front
door open. As Phil and Michelle entered the house, John
was still where Michelle left him, face down on floor.

"John! I hope you've had a great time while we've been
gone!", giggled Michelle as she winked at Phil.

"After we had our meal, we went out into the woods and
had a little kiss'n'cuddle - sorry we took so long! We
didn't do anything... naughty though, so don't worry!"

Michelle pulled him over. "Mmmmmm! You smell nice! I
bet that deep down, you’re glad you drank our special
coffee this morning, aren’t you?! Say ‘Yes’"

"Yes" said John, suddenly. A sense of fear seized him –
he hadn’t meant to say that!

"I thought so!" said Michelle in a sing-misterg voice.
"And I bet you wish you had a lovely boyfriend like
Phil too, don’t you?! Say ‘yes’"

"Yes..." John found himself saying.

Michelle laughed. "Now - tell me how much you like
being under our control, and maybe I’ll give you a
treat!"

"I like being under your control very much," John found
himself saying, although he didn’t mean a word of it!
He tried to move but again found that he couldn’t.

"You see, John. The coffee you drank this morning…well,
basically it means that from now on, you’ll obey
whatever you're told. Which is a good thing, isn’t it?
Say ‘yes’"

"Yes" said John, tears once more beginning to stream
down his face.

"Now…" said Michelle looking thoughtfully, "Why don’t
you... get on your knees, crawl over to Phil and give
him a long, slow, deliberate blow-job? Don’t bother
with a condom – I think you’ll enjoy it a *lot* more
without one!"

John’s heart began to race! No! There was no way in
hell he would ever agree to do this! But his body
betrayed him, and began crawling over to the grinning
Phil. His stomach was churning as he unzipped Phil’s
fly and took his cock out of his pants. No! No! The
thought of even being near another man’s dick made him
feel ill, but here it was! He tried to resist, but his
body didn't respond... he tried to pull away, but
couldn't... he even tried to shut his mouth, but it
remained firmly open!

And then it happened.

John took Phil’s semi-hard cock in his hands, and
clamped his mouth over the head. His tongue started to
lick the head, and he could feel the cock quickly
swelling to full-size as his tongue moved around the
shaft slowly. His mouth began to move down the length
of the shaft... slowly... deliberately.

When his mouth was full and he felt like he was about
to gag, he suddenly pulled back....again, slowly and
gently, his tongue licking the shaft the whole time. He
could taste everything and it repulsed him to his very
core, but his body wouldn’t stop. When only the head
was still in his mouth, he found himself giving it a
quick suck, before slowing taking the dick back in
again.

The blow-job went on for half an hour.

And then, Phil started to groan louder and louder. He
began pumping his dick in and out of John’s mouth.
Fast. And hard. "Oh yeah, John! You are gonna love
this!!" he cried out! He tensed, and John felt Phil's
dick spasm and throb in his mouth! Cum flooded from the
cock-head into his mouth.

"Swallow it you nasty bastard!" laughed Michelle, and
John found himself gulping the cum down, while Phil's
cock spasmed and spurted more and more of it out, all
the while, John was face fucking him! When the flow
stopped, Michelle quickly shouted, "Now, crawl away
from him and lie on your back!" John did as he was
told, feeling like he was about to vomit any second.

"Listen" said Michelle, in an almost soothing tone.
"When we were out, Phil and I, uh, well, Phil was
feeling my tits and ass the whole time, and I’m so
horny! And seeing you give him such a *good* blow-job
has just made it worse! I’m gonna have to fuck him
again! But... well, I’m sure neither of us can be
bothered going to the bedroom, and I'd hate to mess up
any of your beautiful furniture! Do you think you
could... do us a favor?"

John stared at her, guttural sobs coming from him
mouth. Michelle looked at him and smiled broadly.
"Thanks!" she chuckled.

Phil moved over and grabbed her tits through her
sensible dress. "You are so HOT!" he drawled, before
squeezing. Hard. "Oooooh yeah baby!" Michelle replied.
"So why don't you, like, rip this fucking dress off
now! It's only one that John bought me, anyway."

Phil laughed. John could not see what was happening,
being laid back on the floor, but heard a tearing
sound. For the next 10 or so minutes, all he could here
were kissing sounds, and occasional gasps. Suddenly,
the two lovers stepped over him. both are completely
naked.

"John! You'll make such a great bed for us!" Phil said
to him.

"Oh yeah!" Michelle sat on John's chest and spread her
legs. Her pussy lips were spread wide, the short dark
curls around them wet with moisture. Her 34B breasts
were creamy, with jutting nipples and just a few
freckles on them.

Phil stepped forward, and Michelle opened her mouth as
he pushed his cock into it. Several minutes passed,
with Michelle sat on John’s chest, Phil’s cock sliding
in and out of her mouth, groans coming from both of
them. No sounds came from John. His face was slightly
red, as if he were having trouble breathing due to
Michelle’s weight on his chest.

Suddenly, Michelle reached forward and put both her
hands on Phil’s thighs, pushing him away from her ever
so slightly. "I need you in me, Phil" she groaned.
"Fuck me! Now! John is going to love this so much!"

She lay back on John, and lifted her legs in the air.
Phil laughed, and within seconds had slid his cock
inside Michelle’s pussy, and was shafting her. Hard.
Harder. Harder still. Michelle was almost screaming in
ecstasy with each thrust, her pussy lips quivering as
the cock went in and out of her. John’s body was jolted
with every thrust.

Moaning was also coming from John, but it sounded more
like pain to both Phil and Michelle. And that turned
them on even more. "Harder!" screamed Michelle.
"Harder!"

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" Phil was saying, pushing in and out
of Michelle faster. Faster. Faster! Faster! Faster!!!

John gasped and groaned in pain, as his body struggled
for breath, as the couple fucked on top of him!
Michelle's naked buttocks were pressing into his
stomach over and over again. "Oh yeah, baby! Oh yeah!"
Michelle was whimpering, as Phil pounded her. "Oh
yeah... cum in me, cum in me!"

John's painful groans were obviously annoying Phil.
"Shut it, John! I need you, Michelle. Lets go upstairs,
he's putting me off!"

"No, we couldn't do that!" said Michelle. "He'd feel
so... neglected! No, I know how we can quieted him down
a bit."

And with that, they paused in mid thrust, and Michelle
stood up, and squatted over Johns' head. Slowly, she
reached around and pulled her two soft buttocks apart.
John's world was still a whirl of pain, but he was
still aware enough to make out Michelle's asshole
directly above him.

"We just need to muffle you a bit, don't we dear?" was
the last thing he heard before the world went black.

There was something over his mouth! The sounds coming
out of his mouth were barely audible, but for each cry
he made, the thing pressed against his mouth shuddered.
He could breathe in through his nose, and could just
about manage to get some air, in a stinky kind of way,
but that was all. He could feel the weight of
Michelle’s ass cheeks on either side of his face.

Phil could barely believe it. There was Michelle,
calmly sitting on the face of her still conscious
husband! Smiling at him – her lover. A hungry smile. He
straddled John’s chest, bringing another muffled cry
from John, causing Michelle to close her eyes in
pleasure, and then he entered her again.

Without saying a word, the two slowly fucked, each of
Phil’s thrusts gently rocking John's face. 40 minutes
passed, and John had almost completely stopped
screaming. Phil began to thrust harder. Faster. And
harder still.

"Yes!" gasped Michelle. A steady knocking sound
developed, getting louder and louder. It was the sound
of the back of Johns head, being smacked against the
hardwood floor.

They fucked hard on top of him. "I’m gonna cum!"
grunted Phil. "Not yet!" gasped Michelle. She pushed
him back and fell down to one side next to John. His
face was red, his breathing ragged, but otherwise he
seemed to be fine.

"You..*gasp*..look like you’ve…*gasp*…had a rough time,
John! I don’t..*gasp*..understand why!" said Michelle.
"But don’t worry – I’ve *gasp* got just the remedy –
now swallow your milk like a good boy!"

She glanced at Phil and he knew what to do – just like
they’d talked about when they first thought of this
fantasy, all those months ago. With Michelle holding
John’s head in position, he began to jack off. Within
seconds, he was cumming all over John’s face and open
mouth.

When he was done, John face was soaking. Michelle
scooped up some of the last traces of cum in her hand,
and turned John on his side. The back of his head was a
bit swollen from the pounding it had taken. "There’s a
bit of swelling here, John. I’ll apply some lotion!"
and started to rub the cum into it.

When she was done, both Phil and Michelle stood up and
looked at John. He was breathing hard and covered in
cum and the mess of sex. Michelle yawned. "I reckon
it’s time for a break, don’t you Phil? We’ve got to
keep up our energy so we can have another great time
with John later!"

Phil grinned, "Oh yeah!" he said, "Oh yeah!"

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Amanda


Greg and I are not brothers, although I've always
considered us that. Our ladys are twin sisters, and
when Greg's dad ran out on them, Greg and my Aunt Lou
moved in with us. I was three and Greg was six. We grew
up together.

Greg was always a big bruiser, wanting to be in
control, and I'd like to have a dime for every time he
beat the cuckolds brownie out of me, over the years. He was a lousy
student and always a problem - his lady and my
parents were always bailing him out of trouble. Before
he even graduated from high school, he got into enough
trouble with the law, that Aunt Lou signed her
permission for him to join the Army to stay out of
jail. Greg seemed to love the army, serving 2 tours in
Viet Nam (in some macho-commando type unit), and became
a "lifer."

I was just the opposite. I went to college and, after
my junior year, married Amanda, my high school
sweetheart.

I finished school, got a job and we moved out of state.
Amanda and I have been married for 15 years, and we
have a lovely flower, Cindy, who just had her 14th
birthday.

**

A couple of weeks ago, I got a call from Greg. He'd
just retired from the service, after 20 years, and
wanted to come visit us. I hadn't seen him in almost 18
years, and wasn't sure I would even recognize him.
Anyway, he was almost my brother, so Amanda and I put
in for a few weeks vacation and invited him to come
visit.

I couldn't believe what I saw when I picked Greg up at
the airport, that Friday. At 3 years older than me, I
knew he was 38, but he looked 10 years younger than
that. His hair was still clipped short, military style,
and his 6'3" body bulged with muscles on top of
muscles. He looked like he had a 30-inch neck and could
start as a linebacker for the Forty-Niners. He was huge
and mean looking - just the way I remembered him,
growing up. As I was driving home, he punched me in the
arm while we were laughing about something, and I
thought I was going to pop through the car door. He
whistled when he saw the house, and whistled even
louder when he saw Amanda. I knew he would be
surprised. At 32, Amanda had never looked better.
Blonde, blue-eyed, with fantastic skin and a drop-dead
body, she was a knock-out, in that clean, All-American
way.

Greg gave her a long, tight hug and ended the embrace
with a loud, wet kiss on the lips. "Mandy, you're one
prime piece of woman. The last time I saw you, you were
a little scrawny thing, riding by the house on your
bike. You sure have developed! Now, just what the hell
are you doing, hitched up to a little geek like Jim
here?"

Amanda blushed and giggled when Greg patted her rear,
but I saw the little look she shot me. I had warned her
that I remembered Greg as being rude and crude, and
hadn't expected the army to improve on that attitude
very much.

After showing Greg his room, we all moved out to the
patio, by the pool, and had a few takes. By his second
beer, Greg was acting so at home, you would have
thought it was his house.

A little later, Cindy got home from school. My pride
and joy, I thanked the stars, every day, that Cindy got
her Mom's genes in the looks department. Also blonde
and blue-eyed, she was just beautiful, my sweet and
innocent little girl. It was her last day of school for
the summer, and when she joined us, I introduced her to
Greg. He was crumbling his empty beer cans the way I'd
crumble a sheet of writing paper and telling us all the
places he had been in the last 20 years.

I got some steaks out for the grill, and we all changed
into swimsuits. I noticed Amanda wore her most modest
one-piece, but unfortunately, my flower, at 14,
didn't have a bathing suit her Father considered
modest.

We all went into the pool and Greg showed off his hard
body and began horsing around, pulling everyone under,
splashing, throwing the girls up into the air, and
doing cannonballs from the side of the pool. One time,
he wrestled me to the bottom, and I came up sputtering
and gasping for air. I used that opportunity to get out
of the pool and check on the food. Greg got out of the
pool, popped open another beer, and sat down beside me.
"Jimmy-boy, you have paradise here." His eyes were
locked on Amanda and Cindy as they got out of the pool,
"Yes, Jimmy-boy, I think there's every little thing a
man could want - house, car, beer and two beautiful
women. I think I'm ready to move in."

"Well, Greg, you're my brother; the house and car are
yours to use, but," I nodded at Amanda and Cindy, "the
older one is married, and Cindy is a little too young
for you."

He looked at me over the top of the can, "Don't kid
yourself, Mister Suburbia. In Bangkok, Cindy'd be too
old already, to bring in the big bucks. 'Course, with a
body like hers - already havin' those big tits at her
age - and that blonde hair, she could still bring in a
small fortune, every night."

"That's disgusting, Greg."

"Jimmy-boy, don't knock it, till you've try it."

**

During dinner, Greg told us one tale after another -
from war stories about the fire-fights he'd been in,
the medals he'd won, and the men he'd *******ed, to
takeing contests, and even his sexual conquests. He
could tell a good story and the two girls were hanging
on his every word. After dinner, Cindy reluctantly
packed for a "relax-over" at her best friend's house.
It was her big, end-of-the-school-year celebration, and
we had been hearing about it for weeks, so I was a
little surprised by her reluctance to leave the "old
folks."

When Amanda returned from delivering Cindy to her
party, and checking to be sure it was chaperoned, we
broke out some cards and began to play "Hearts." I
guess with the takes, and the fact that Greg hadn't
done anything really outrageous, Amanda and I began to
relax and enjoy the evening, and (as usual, after a few
takes) Amanda became a tiny bit of a flirt. Around
about 10 o'clock, Greg asked if we ever went skinny-
dipping. I guess he could tell from the look and smile
Amanda and I shared, that we had - quite often, as a
matter of fact.

He grabbed the deck of cards and said, "I thought so.
Well, we're all friends here. Let's play a few hands of
'strip blackjack' and then we'll go swimming."
I started to decline, when I felt Amanda's hand on
mine, "What the hell, James. We're all family, and we
don't want to get our guest angry on his first night
here."

She was right. I didn't want to piss off a *****d-up
Greg. Greg was the dealer and, to my surprise, he lost
the first hand. He was wearing only his swimtrunks and
he stood up and lowered them off his hips. He had the
largest, thickest cock I have ever seen, hanging semi-
hard between his legs, and a little surprised I could
see Amanda giving it a close inspection.

He started to deal, and I asked him what he was
betting, since he didn't have any more clothes on.

He smiled at me and said, "Don't worry about it, Jimmy-
boy." He won the next hand, and Amanda and I shed our
shirts. I tied Greg on the next hand, but Amanda went
bust.

"Mandy, Mandy, Mandy. Time to pay the piper, Dear."
Greg grinned from ear to ear as Amanda stood and slowly
removed her bathing suit. I think she was really
enjoying the attention even though she looked a little
nervous as she quickly stripped and sat back down at
the table. "I knew you were a natural blonde - never
doubted it for a moment, Mandy. And your tits -
magnificent. You give new meaning to going 'bust.'"
Greg only lifted his eyes from Amanda's large breasts
to stare into her eyes and smile. Amanda smiled back,
totally confident with her body.

I stood up, "Well, I guess the game's over. Let's go
swimming."

Greg grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me back down
into my chair. "Jimmy-boy, what say you and me go mano-
a-mano for one hand? Winner take all?"

"What are we betting, Greg?"

He smiled at Amanda and then looked at me, "Well, the
loser gets the sofa for the night."

"And the winner?"

"Don't be dense, Jimmy-boy. The winner gets Mandy." I
started to get up, "Don't be ridiculous, Greg. This has
gone far enough. You can't intimidate me into a crazy
bet like that." In an instant, Greg grabbed my wrist
and clipped my feet out from under me. I fell forward,
to the table, hitting it with my chin, and was held
there, in his iron grasp. He wasn't even sweating.
Mandy placed her hand on Greg's huge chest. "Please!
Please don't fight. Don't hurt James, Greg."

"I don't want to be ignorant, Jimmy-boy. Let's ask
Mandy if she's game." He turned and looked at her
standing there, naked and glowing in the moonlight.
Still holding me, he stood and slapped his huge semi-
hard dick on the table. "What do you say, Mandy? You
look like a good sport. It'll be a good time for you,
either way. Jimmy and I will play one more hand. You
get taken by the winner. Do you want to be the prize,
you beautiful woman?"

Amanda giggled and hiccupped. She looked at me, then at
his cock, and back at me. She nodded and said, "okay,"
in a small voice. "Good! I'll deal." Greg dealt me 2
cards and I went bust on the third. He stood, grabbed
Amanda around the waist and pulled her into the house.
Over his shoulder, he glanced at me and said, "See you
in the morning, Jimmy-boy. Lock up, turn out the
lights, okay?"

To my right, our bedroom light came on. I walked over
to the window and looked into the room.

As they walked into the room, Greg lifted Amanda by her
waist and tossed her like a little stuffed natural onto
our bed. He spit onto his hand and rubbed his big cock
a few times.

"Let's just get the 'ice-breaker' out of the way, shall
we, Mandy sweetheart?" He climbed onto the bed, spread
Amanda's legs open and pushed his hard cock into my
wife's pussy. She grunted loudly at the swift invasion.
"Oh, Mandy! You're so wet, I could'a saved my spit. You
must get off on all the macho stuff, huh? It sure feels
good stretching your tight little twat, Mmmm, you feel
so good baby."

I watched as my wife's legs began to wrap around Greg's
hips and her arms went to his neck.

"I knew you'd like it rough, baby. I could see it in
your eyes, all night. You like the big, strong types
taking you, don't you?" And he was right. "Mandy" did
seem to like it - hell! - she seemed to be loving it!
She was pumping her hips hard into Greg's. Her
breathing was coming in loud gasps and moans. She was
clinging to him with all of her strength.

I suddenly became aware of the rock-hard erection I
had. As I watched Amanda start to orgasm, I started
mine, shooting my cum against the wall, without even
touching myself. My legs felt wobbly as I reached back
for a chair and sat down.

I sat there and listened to my wife getting fucked by
my Greg and couldn't quite decide how I felt about the
whole thing - angry, jealous, but also very turned on,
very hot.

I could tell by the grunts and moans that Greg was
cumming and Amanda was enjoying his orgasm this time.
Hoping that it was over, I stepped to the window,
again.

Greg rolled off Amanda and grabbed her by the hair,
"Lick me clean, woman. Suck all the cum off me."

Shocked, I watched Amanda position herself over Greg's
still-hard cock and lower her mouth to it, licking and
slurping the goo between her lips. I couldn't believe
it! For our entire marriage, oral sex after I had an
orgasm inside her was out of the question for Amanda -
I always got up and washed myself. Now, she was
slurping up Greg's cum like it was too precious to
waste!

Greg held Amanda's hair in his fist, pulling her head
up and down on his erection. "Yeah, that's good baby.
Keep that up, just like that, you hot little slut. I'm
loving it baby."

Amanda's head was bobbing as she sucked Greg in and out
of her mouth. She was moaning with pleasure, her ass
rotating in the air. Greg took his other hand and
inserted three fingers between her legs and into her
exposed cunt. His fingers were glistening with
lubrication when he pulled them out and roughly shoved
one, and then two, and, finally, the third finger into
my wife's anus.

"Oh, you're good! Keep that up, now. Oh, yeah. Now,
listen, you little slut, I'm getting ready to cum and I
want you to swallow every drop of it. Do you
understand?"

Amanda looked up at Greg and quickly nodded. Within
seconds, Greg began to hump his hips off the bed,
pushing his meat even deeper into my wife's hungry
mouth. He was coming, again! And I could see Amanda's
throat working as she swallowed his cum. A glob escaped
her lips and ran down her chin, dropping from there to
her swaying breast. When Greg was done coming in her
mouth, Amanda knelt, caught the errant drop on her
finger and sucked her finger clean.

Greg gave her bare ass a resounding slap, leaving a red
mark. "You are a hot little piece of ass, Mandy, no
denying that. But don't be getting too comfortable,
I've only just started."

And he had. I dozed, fitfully, in the chair. Throughout
the night, I was awakened by the sounds of Greg and
Amanda's uninhibited sex. I may have missed a time or
two, but by my calculation, Greg fucked my wife six
times and demanded and received 2 blow jobs. He was
insatiable - never getting totally soft, always staying
at least semi-rigid. They didn't get much relax that
night either.

Finally, at daylight, I walked in through the patio
door, only to hear more moans and groans. Then after a
while I heard the shower start and realized that the
noises were coming from the bathroom. I peeked into the
steam to see them both in our over-sized tub, Amanda
bent forward, the water striking her back as Greg
shoved his morning erection in and out of Amanda's
asshole! That was something she had always said
disgusted her, and she never wanted to even try it with
me!

I stood there, with my own morning erection, stroking
it until I added my cum to the sticky, sweaty mess that
was the sheet on our bed. I dressed and went into the
kitchen.

In a little while, Greg appeared and sat at the kitchen
table. "Morning, Jimmy-boy. You don't look like you
slept too well. I slept like a baby. I guess I should
tell you that dealing Blackjack is a hobby of mine. You
should'a cut the cards." He laughed a huge laugh.

"You're a real bastard, Greg. That's my wife you did
that to!" And I swung at him.

Of course, he caught my hand and crushed it in his huge
fist. I crumpled to the floor, my hand still in his
vise.

"I didn't do a single thing to your little lady she
didn't want me to do, Jimmy-boy. And she seemed to like
it, too. She's got a hot and ready little pussy, and
likes to use it. You didn't hear her yelling for help,
did you?"

I managed a "no" between my clenched teeth.

"No, she didn't. Look, she's been married a long time -
she just wanted to have a little excitement. Alright,
now, Jimmy. I'm gonna let go, but you gotta behave,
okay?"

I nodded.

He let go of my hand and I held it gently with my left.
It felt like all of the bones had been crushed to
powder.

Amanda walked into the kitchen, dressed in a skirt and
sweater. She looked like she had gone to a PTA meeting,
instead of fucking her ass into the bed all night. She
looked at the floor and not at me. Greg smiled. "Well,
here's the party girl, now. Jimmy was wondering if you
had a good time, last night. I told him you did. You
did, didn't you?"

Amanda nodded.

"Tell him, so he knows you're alright. Tell him you had
a good time, Mandy. Tell him what you liked the best."

Amanda looked at me, then back to the floor. "I had a
good time, James. I enjoyed myself, last night."

Greg smiled, "See, Jimmy-boy, everything's alright.
Mandy, just so Jimmy can see that you WANTED to
participate in the fun, last night, what say you show
him how you like to suck my wang?"

"No, Greg. I can't do that. Not here. Not this
morning." He reached up and grabbed Amanda by the hair,
pulling her face to within inches of his. "Listen, you
little cunt. You think back to last night and then tell
me you can't. You're the hottest, cock-greediest,
little slut I've fucked in a long time. Don't go
playing Miss-Prim-and-Proper with me. You know you're
my dirty, little whore." He grabbed Amanda by the
shoulders and powerd her to her knees. "Unzip me you
hot little slut. You know what to do."

I stood there, cradling my hand, feeling my cock grow
hard as I watched Amanda take Greg's hard cock out of
his pants, and lower her mouth down on to it. I watched
as my sweet little PTA wife sucked on Greg's big
knarled cock.

"Jimmy-boy, in the spirit of goodwill, why don't you
lift your little lady's skirt and do something useful
with that boner in your pants. Show her there's no hard
feelings for being such a good hostess to your guest."
I didn't argue, because I didn't want to argue with
him. I wanted to do exactly what he was telling me to
do.

Amanda lifted her mouth off of Greg's erection as I
lifted her to a standing position and lifted her skirt
over her bent back, "No, James. Please don't. Not like
this. Please!"

But I didn't care. I dropped my jeans and shorts,
pulled her panties down and entered her wet, steamy-hot
cunt.

I was nearing orgasm, fast, when Greg said, "Try her
back door, Jimmy-boy. It was a real struggle, this
morning, but it should be easier going, now."

I immediately began my orgasm, and I could feel Amanda
clench around me as she started hers, too. When I was
done and slipped out of her slimy channel, Greg pulled
his cock out of her mouth, lifted her over his lap,
until she settled her cunt down onto his erection, and
she rode him to one orgasm after another.

Finally, Greg stood up, still holding Amanda on his
cock, walked to a wall, and pumped into my wife, pinned
to the wall, until he came. Amanda slid off his pole
and to the floor.

Greg stepped closer to her and held her chin up in his
hand. "You know what to do, sweet little slut."

Amanda knelt before Greg, licking and sucking his cock
clean of all our mixed love juices. When she finished,
she gently replaced his still-hard cock in his pants
and zipped them up.

Greg sat back in his chair, "Ah! You know? A guy could
really get to like it around here. Now, who's cooking
breakfast?"

Cindy returned after breakfast, and the four of us went
sightseeing. Greg acted as if what had happened the
previous night and that morning were as normal a thing
as could possibly be. Amanda managed a "I'm so sorry
James," whenever she got the chance, but I watched as
Greg spent most of the day with my wife and flower on
his arms. I was watching for his slightest advance
towards Cindy, but he was the "kindly Uncle" to her,
all day.

I awoke with a start. The clock said it was after 1 am.
The bed was empty beside me, and then I heard the heavy
breathing. Amanda was on the floor, beside the bed, on
all fours, and Greg was plowing into her cunt, doggie-
style. I rolled over and tried to go back to relax. I
woke up after 2 am, and as I looked to the side, it was
obvious Greg was on his back, on the floor, and Amanda
was stifling her cries as she came, riding Greg's cock
as he pinched and pulled her hard nipples on her big,
bouncing boobs. Greg was right - she was a slut!

Greg stayed for well over a week, and it was the same,
every night. Greg came into our bedroom and fucked my
wife, over and over, until the small hours of the
morning. Whenever Cindy was out of the house, Amanda's
mouth and cunt and ass were open for business, however
and wherever Greg wanted them. It didn't matter to them
whether I was in the house, or even in the same room!
There was no denying the fact that Amanda was really
getting off "being taken" by this big brute. She
couldn't get enough of it. Greg was in total control.
He even shaved Amanda's cunt!

By Tuesday, I had seen enough and went back to work. It
was almost as bad as staying home and watching, because
I couldn't get their fucking out of my mind.

One day, during the second week, I was leaving for work
when 2 huge Black guys pulled into the driveway. They
said they were Army buddies of Greg's, and he had
invited them over for a visit. Fortunately, Cindy was
staying over at a friend's that day. I don't know what
happened, but the 2 guys were gone and Amanda was
arelax when I got home from work, and she didn't wake
up until Greg joined her for his nightly orgy. Finally,
on the second Wednesday, Greg told us he was leaving on
Friday.

When Greg came into the bedroom that last night, I went
out onto the patio and watched through the window.
There wasn't a thing Amanda wouldn't do to or for Greg.
She even cleaned his cock with her mouth after he came
in her ass! The two of them carried on long into the
night, until it was Greg who surrendered, saying he was
too tired to go on. Amanda was arelax with a satisfied
smile on her face by the time I got back into bed.

**

At the airport, the next day, Greg sat beside me in the
car. "Jimmy-boy, just make believe these two weeks
never happened. I'm gone and things can get back to
normal."

"How in the hell am I supposed to forget any of this
happened, you prick?"

"Easy, boy, don't make it any harder than it has to be.
Mandy was just having a harmless little fling with me
and it's over. She told me that until I arrived, you
were the only guy that she's ever fucked. She wanted
some strange meat. She was just sowing some wild oats
she had stored up. Let it rest, Jimmy."

He got out of the car and I called out, "Greg!"

He turned and looked in the window.

"Don't come back, again, Greg. Ever."

"I hear you, little brother. I won't be back."

I nodded. "And, thanks."

"For...?" he asked.

"For not trying anything with Cindy."

He shook his head and laughed, "I didn't have to try
anything with Cindy, Daddy. My second night there, she
came into my room and fucked and sucked my brains out.
It was her idea. She said she'd been fucking older men
since she was twelve, and that I was the most exciting
man she had ever met, and she wanted me. Who was I to
stop her?

"That night, and every night, your little flower
visited me. After Cindy left my bed, I had to rest an
hour or so, before I could visit Mandy. That little
girl of yours tired me out! Oh, yeah - she's even
hotter than her lady!"

He turned and walked into the terminal.

I started the car and wondered what life was going to
be like at home. Greg had said to let it get back to
normal - what the fuck is normal?

**

Greg left a little over 3 months ago, but he left his
legacy behind. Cindy moped a little after her "Uncle
Greg" left. Amanda was at first conciliatory, but it
was soon evident that I wasn't giving her what she
wanted and needed anymore. Greg also left me a phone
bill with over $600 in long distance charges, he
"borrowed" one of my credit cards and charged over
$2,100 in clothes and luggage, and over $7,000 in
stamps is missing from my collection.

But he did leave me something to remember him by. As
hard as it is to believe, both Amanda and Cindy are
pregnant, and I had a vasectomy years ago.

THE END

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"Witch Bitch"


She was pissed off. It was her own fault and she knew it. Her sister's birthday and she had left it to the last minute to do the shopping - again. She really didn't want to spend ages looking for a car space, didn't have the time or patience really. So when she turned the corner and saw a car ready to leave a parking bay she put the foot down to get there quickly. She knew that the other driver had seen the car park first but barged in regardless. Guiltily she quickly got out of the car and without looking back, hurriedly rushed into the sanctuary of the shops.

The lady was annoyed as she saw the car barge in and the young girl get out and hurry into the shopping centre and, without even a backward glance, raise her middle finger as she went through the door.

"Typical" she muttered as she viewed girl disappear. She couldn't help but notice the beautiful blush of youth: attractive face, long hair, slim body and full breasts.

When the girl came out of the shops she gave a furtive glance around to see if there was any disgruntled permister hanging around but the way was clear. She had never done anything like that before and was embarrassed by her actions. On one hand she would have liked to apologise, on the other she was scared of meeting the lady.

She loaded up her shopping and drove home without another thought. She didn't notice the other car parked some distance away: snappy little car with the licence plate - Bitch Witch.

Later that afternoon she answered a knock at the door. As she opened the door she saw a lady, mid-late twenties, attractive in a homely way. She wore a head scarf and was dressed in long flowing robes. But what attracted her attention was the natural with her: huge, jet black, short hair shinning where the sun caught it and when he moved his muscles rippled with undisguised power and sexuality. He was a magnificent natural. She was a dog lover and in particular Great Danes as she had a female herself so she couldn't but admire the sleek natural.

"I heard you were planning to mate your Dane" said the lady. "So I thought I might approach you to see if you wanted to use Horse here as the stud" she said.

"I wasn't er, at least I hadn't planned to breed her, well not at this time anyway" Cherry stuttered. "But, Horse? That's a strange name for a dog. Look I don't know where you heard that I was planning to breed my dog, but seeing as you are here, um why don't you come in and we can discuss it. I've never bred dogs before. I don't know what's involved"

At that the lady's face broke into a smile and she chuckled. And with a hint of a smile said "Don't know what's involved in breeding? Honey, you've got to get out more".

Cherry could feel herself blushing profusely as she stammered "I, I that's not what I meant, I "

"It's ok," said the lady laughing "I knew what you meant, pretty girl like you."

Still embarrassed Cherry invited the lady into her house.

"My name is Mandy." said the lady.

"Why don't we put Horse out the back where he can get acquainted with, Sofi, I believe your dog is called? I believe Sofi is in heat now so I thought that Horse, that's not his registered name by the way, could service the bitch."

Although she really hadn't given any thought to mating her dog Cherry felt somehow obliged to agree with Mandy's proposition. They opened the door and let Horse out into the back yard.

"Horse knows what to do so why don't we just leave them to it" she said.

Cherry felt a little uneasy as Horse ran straight over to Sofi and barrelled her over. Sofi gave a small cry and started running but Horse effortlessly caught her and bowled her over again. Sofi jumped up, her fear clear to Cherry as Horse again brought her down biting and pawing her.

"Oh, they are playing already" said Mandy smiling; they seem to be getting on so well don't you think.

It didn't seem that way to Cherry who clearly saw her beloved Sofi being bullied by Horse.

Suddenly Mandy's mobile phone rang and she turned away to answer it.

Cherry could only watch in stunned silence as Sofi, whimpering, tried in vain to escape Horse. If she didn't know better, because they are only dogs, she would have thought that Horse seemed intent on dominating Sofi: more just vulgarising her for the sake of it.

Mandy finished her call.

"Honey, that call was a friend who has an emergency. I have to go out of town for a while to help her. Seeing as the dogs are getting on so well perhaps I can leave them with you till tomorrow if that's ok. Horse knows what he is here to do."

With that she gathered up her belongings and headed for the door. Cherry followed in her wake not sure that she really wanted Horse but not seemingly having any say in the matter. She heard herself agreeing to keep Horse but didn't know why. She watched as Mandy jumped into her car and drove off, she had a feeling of something familiar but couldn't place it. She noticed the licence plate "Bitch Witch" with some amusement.

"What happened there" she thought to herself. "Ten minutes ago I was alone with one dog. Now I've got two and one wants to mate."

She could hear Sofi and Horse out the back but guilt led her to ignore her dog's cries. She knew only too well how hard it was to deal with aroused males. She sat down on the sofa in her lounge room unsure of how the events had unfolded.

Suddenly Sofi came into the room. Cherry was taken back as she was sure that the door was shut and the dogs locked in the back yard. Horse padded into the room behind Sofi. Wide eyed with fear and whimpering she cowered in front of him. Cherry could see Sofi trembling as Horse moved to her.

Cherry couldn't believe what was happening. Although Sofi was already close, Horse started to herd her, growling, nipping, and pushing until she was side on and across Cherry's knees. Sofi was more than happy to be on Cherry who patted her to calm her. In this position Horse then started to walk, strut was the word that came into her mind, around the sofa. To her horror Cherry noticed that his dog cock had started to protrude from its pouch. And she now had no doubts as to why he was called Horse. She couldn't move. She knew her mouth was open in surprise and shock; it kept growing, huge, bigger than any man she had been with, much bigger, hanging down obscenely, red, thicker in the middle than at the ends and dripping pre cum. She was transfixed, terrified, aroused.

Horse padded behind Sofi and reared up, initially putting his paws on Sofi's back then dropping his body weight on her. As he wrapped his paws around Sofi his front legs reached over Cherry's legs, pulling them back and effectively locking her and the dogs together on her lap. His back legs took a few short steps forward as he positioned himself behind Sofi.

"No" cried Cherry in alarm as she suddenly realised what was about to happen. She started to push the dogs away but jumped in alarm as Horse snapped at her hands, his upper lip drawn back in a ferocious snarl. Her hands quickly withdrew in a reflex action.

Time stood still. Instinctively she knew that the moment was about control; about pack naturals and their order of leadership. If she was to have control over this natural she had to assert herself now.

The moment came and went.

His face was inches in front of hers. He stayed that way for what seemed an eternity. With each passing second she felt the power of his dominance, the offense of her presentation. The abandonment of Sofi to him.

Cherry could not tear her eyes away from Horse's as he mounted Sofi; heard the cry as much as felt Sofi squirm as he entered her. She could feel the unrelenting power of every pounding thrust of his body; his long quick strokes. Virtually a party to the act she couldn't help but see the rippling muscles, feel the power of them at work as he hunched over her dog. She also couldn't help but see the now glistening cock as it pistoned relentlessly into her dog. As much as she tried to avoid it she found her eyes irresistibly drawn to the intimacy of the mating. She was used to men cumming in a matter of minutes and felt a pang of envy wash over her as the dog showed no signs of stopping. Her immediate fear subsiding, she was ashamed as she slowly but surely noticed a warmth growing between her legs in response to the erotic nature of the mating. Her hand had sorry gone her breast and was gently rolling her little bud between her fingers in a way that many men had dreamed of doing - and a few had. Finally Horse gripped Sofi tighter and filled Sofi with his sperm. Unaware of dog mating habits, Cherry was amazed as Horse turned around as she could see that he was still inside Sofi. Sofi was dragged off Cherry and the two dogs, still joined lay down. Cherry didn't move. After half an hour Horse popped out of Sofi. He lay on the rug licking his balls nonchalantly.

Cherry got unsteadily to her feet, wary of the dog. Slowly she went through the house. Aware of the time she prepared her meal and fed the two dogs outside. Both dogs seemed to get along ok from there so she prepared beds for them in the laundry. With Sofi on heat there was no way she was relaxing inside and Horse, well, she was just wary of Horse. Sofi would have to take her chances.

Satisfied that the dogs were secure she went to her room and showered. She was surprised to see Horse sitting on her bed when she stepped out of the shower. Slowly she towelled herself off as she tried to remember closing the door. She was sure she had. Still, she would dress then put him away. Wrapping the towel around her she started towards her drawers to get a pair of knickers. She stopped as Horse jumped off the bed in front of her.

"Good boy" she said uncertainly and tried to step around him.

Horse took a step to the side blocking her way.

"Sit Horse" she said as she stepped the other way.

Horse took a step to the side again moving in front of her.

She stood for a few seconds trying to understand what was happening. Unsure of herself she put on her sternest voice. "Get out of the way Horse" she said with authority and moving purposefully towards the chest of drawers.

But her bravado died when Horse again took one step to the side cutting her off but this time showing his fangs; a low growl rumbling from his throat.

She stopped in her tracks; fear and uncertainty rising within her. Then without warning Horse snapped at her closest foot. She let out a yelp and jumped back.

"Good boy Horse, good boy, down" she said nervously, trying to calm the dog and her own fears.

She was scared now! Half bent over and feet apart as a basketball guard might take a defensive position she watched intently as Horse moved. She was directly between the door and the dog. He lowered his head. Again she jumped backwards in alarm as Horse snarled and snapped at her feet, his head ripping from side to side as he nipped at one foot then the other as she effectively danced terrified backwards down the corridor.

Suddenly he stopped and stood in front of her. As if attached by a cord she stopped when he did, too afraid to move, her hands spread in front of her; hands spread in futile protection.

Nothing moved. Her eyes were wide with fear, seeing nothing but the dog in front of her. She could hear her breath coming in short terrified rasps, could feel her heart pounding in her chest and her body trembling. She was unaware that she was naked, the towel having slipped to the floor, but even if she had been aware, she was too frightened to move. Her wet hair was slowly swaying, a drop of water gathering at the tips, and then falling to splash on the carpet: the same carpet in the same room where Horse had earlier taken Sofi.

Without warning Horse jumped at her, bowling her over. A small scream escaped her lips as she went over backwards, legs and arms flailing the air. As she hit the floor she immediately rolled over onto her hands and knees prepared to jump up and bolt for the door as her instincts for flight took over. But her instincts for preservation were stronger and the snarling dog's face an inch in front of hers stopped her. Not a muscle moved as she starred into the dog's eyes. They stayed that way for a full minute: an eternity. His upper lip drawn back exposing those massive fangs, the low growl more menacing in that it was constant. She didn't dare to speak, didn't dare to move, too afraid to even move her eyes from his.

She didn't have any thoughts, didn't move a muscle: she just froze. Not even when he slowly took a step back then walked around her in a complete circle did she move. While her conscious mind froze, deep in her subconscious mind a small note was taken that she had seen this before. As he walked around her the second time she didn't need her subconscious mind to tell her anything as now her eyes goggled wide open at the huge dog cock swaying obscenely between his legs.

"No" she cried as she saw his dripping meat. And in spite of her fear, the adrenalin rush burst through her body and she tensed to run. But as she rose to her feet her eyes opened wide in horror as he reared up in front of her. The silent scream froze on her lips as she toppled over backwards with the dog collapsing on top of her. Desperation again made her start to rise but she stopped on all fours as she was again confronted by his snarling face in front of hers.

The dog started to circle her again. They both knew it was a display of male dominance. He stopped in front of her as if taunting her and she saw the pre cum dribbling off his throbbing cock.

"Please God, no, please God" she heard herself praying.

"This can't be happening; please no" she whispered as the tears slowly ran down her cheeks.

She sensed as much as felt the dog behind her. Too afraid to move, too afraid to look she waited. She felt his paws touch the inside of her calf muscles and her legs instinctively parted a fraction. She was aware now of the feel of hot breath on her rear. The warmth accentuated by the well groomed pussy. She kept her pussy trimmed in a small triangle and hairless on either side of her cunt lips. His domination was complete as she knelt submissively waiting for him to mount her. And she waited. Her nerves were stretched and she could feel herself start to tremble.

"Arrrggh" she cried as the dog mounted her grasping her waist with his paws. She could feel him taking those little steps with his back legs pulling himself inexorably closer to her sex, the warm fur of his stomach on her back.

Her mind recoiled as she felt the first jabs of his cock on the back of her legs as he sought to find her cunt. Shock powerd her to take the smallest crawling step forward as if trying to escape. She could feel the wetness all over the back of her legs as the precum dribred and squirted from him. A thought flashed through her mind that he may not be able to find her cunt and may just cum over her legs. But the small movement she made altered the angles slightly and the tip of his cock touched the soft outer pouch of her sex.

She screamed in pain and offense as the dog took one small shuffled step forward and buried six inches of his cock in her body. The male dog lubrication allowed him to power himself inside her and he started humping immediately, withdrawing slightly then ramming another three inches inside her. It was a hard powerful entrance that left her impaled onto him, momentarily buried to the hilt. Her head flew back and she screamed again in pain at the violent intrusion. Her cunt was tight at the best of times and was now being stretched wider than it had ever been. Unlike a man who might take his time to let her accommodate him the dog was pistoning into her. Moreover, she had never had a man as big as the dog and her insides were being stretched and pummelled mercilessly as the dog pounded her. She spread her legs to accommodate him and reduce the pain and was successful to some degree but his enormous size and the speed of his thrusts didn't give her much relief.

Her magnificent breasts, the erotic fancy of many men shook with each thrust until they were bouncing wildly beneath her to their own macabre rhythm. The nipples excited by the movement puckering as a physical betrayal of her mind.

Through the eons of time the survival of each species is reliant on mating. As such, after the initial assault her body instinctively produced its own lubricant to accommodate the thrusting penis. Her cunt also stretched and the pain receded. Aware and accepting that there was nothing she could do to stop the *** of her body she leant her head forward as the dog had his way with her.

"He's fucking me. I'm being fucked by a dog." she thought.

As the humping continued relentlessly she became aware of the small things. The smooth warmth of his fur on her back; the slap of the dog's balls against her legs, the increasing trickle of fluid dribbling down the inside of her legs and inevitably, the slow spread of arousal in her lower regions.

"Please God, not that, not with a DOG for Christ's sake, no." she thought. Like most women she had never been brought to an orgasm with a man through fucking: masturbation, oral sex; yes but not through the sex act. Her cunt lips had become puffy and open like a flower in spring, she could feel the noticeable difference in the consistency of her own sexual fluid, and she could not help but notice the intense feeling in her sensitive aroused clit.

Cherry dug at the floor, clenching and unclenching her hands. Never had she been taken so roughly or by anything so large. It was making her crazy with passion and she doubted she would ever think of making love again without comparing it to this rough fuck. He was hurting her. His massive cock pounded in and out pushing against her cervix causing ripples of deep pleasure she had never felt before. Deep. Moving. Touching her insides. Stirring her. A sensation so intense it was like a warning of pain, but one that made her ***ly push herself against him seeking more. It was a pain that she was beginning to find pleasurable; and emotionally destroying.

She fought against the rising tide of passion with increasing revulsion. She was aching to cum so badly but was reviled by the thought. Then she felt the knot and a sickening feeling took hold of her emotions. But it was too late. He had hit a rhythm, powerful, pulses on a beat, hitting her core on every massive thrust, and suddenly the tight knot of heavy pleasure came undone, and her sex, her belly, her whole body collapsed in spasms.

She had seen it with Sofi, God knows it was inches in front of her face, she couldn't not see it. Now she felt it battering her swollen cunt trying to power itself in. She tried to tighten her muscles to prevent it but her mouth formed an involuntary "O" as the dog powerd the knot inside. A forlorn wail escaped her as she realized she was fully mated with him, his bitch. Numbly she recognized the quickening thrusts, the tightening of the balls, the panting (panting she thought, how apt), could feel his paws grip her more tightly then the rush of repulsive sperm as each ejaculation was powerd into her *** body. The cry of her final humiliating presentation.

All she wanted was to get him out of her but she knew that she had to stop him from turning around. She kept him on her and was rewarded 15 minutes later when with an audible "pop" he withdrew from her.

She stood up unsteadily and staggered to the shower in her bedroom. Her mind numb from the ordeal. Given the amount of cum she felt being pumped into her she was surprised but uncaring about the little that had seeped out of her cunt and down her legs. Somewhere in the back of her mind she realized that more of a man's cum would have leaked but she was too dazed to care. His cum was thicker and stickier than she was used to. Although she was relieved to note that there was no red.

Turning the shower on as hot as she could bear she started to wash, then scrub her sex frantically as if she could somehow erase the event. The tears came before she started to sob uncontrollably as she slowly sank in a heap to the shower floor. Then she started vomiting as shock set in. She stayed that way until the water turned cold.

In a zombie like state she dried and went to bed naked, afraid to walk past the dog to her undies drawer. The tears fell on her pillow as she cried herself to relax. In many ways crying for the physical **** but more so for the emotional ****, disgusted with herself that he had been able to control her feelings against her will. Surprisingly she slept.

When she awoke in the morning the events of the previous night came to her. A wave of nausea swept over her but was gone as soon as it came. Only to be replaced with the tears. She could feel the crusty dried sperm on the inside of her thighs and down between the crack of her ass as it leaked out of her during the night.

Numbly she got out of bed and went again to the shower. When she was finished she nervously dried herself looking all the time at Horse who was now lying on the end of the bed. When she was dry she started to inch toward the chest of drawers to get some knickers but stopped when she heard the low growl start. She took another small step towards the drawer but stopped again when the growl got louder. Horse climbed off the bed and sat between her and the drawers. Her eyes watering she backed off.

All she had was her dressing gown and she slowly reached for it. The dog didn't seem to mind that so she quickly put it on feeling some sort of security in covering her nakedness. The gown hung down to her ankles and was a wrap around style with a tie around the waist - no buttons. Slowly she edged out of the bedroom and never taking her eyes off Horse, resisted the almost overwhelming urge to run, went to the kitchen to put the kettle on. Horse just sat between her and the door watching peacefully.

Just as the kettle came to the boil she heard a knock at the door.

"I've got to answer the door" she said to the dog somehow feeling as if she had to get permission as she headed in that direction. The dog, stump of his tail wagging padded to the door with her. She almost broke down with relief when she saw that it was Mandy.

"Sorry I'm so early" Mandy said as she breezed in. I've been up all night with my sick friend and came straight over. Took less time than I thought it would. Bending over she put both arms around Horse who was obviously pleased at the attention. "And did my little baby enjoy servicing the bitch" she said to him rubbing behind his ears. "He did service the bitch didn't he?" she enquired turning to Cherry.

Cherry could feel herself blushing. Unable to trust her voice she gave a crooked smile and just nodded her head.

"Good" Mandy said and gave her dog a pat.

And a chill went down Cherry's spine as Mandy said "who knows, you could be lucky and find that the bitch might even be pregnant after the first mating".

"I've been on the road would you mind terrible if we had a cup of tea honey?" she enquired. "I'm so tired and thirsty.

Relieved to be able to do something Cherry mumred an acceptance and they padded off to the kitchen. When the tea was made they sat at the kitchen table. Cherry had a large round wooden table. They sat opposite each other.

"Oh, he must really like you" Mandy commented as Horse went past her towards Cherry.

"He always sits with me" she said matter of factly.

"And I wish he would sit with you again" Cherry thought in alarm as she felt Horse walking straight to her pushing his head between her legs under the table.

Smiling awkwardly in an endeavour not to draw attention she put her free hand down and tried to clamp her legs together to stop the dog coming any further - very aware of her nakedness underneath her gown. But she stopped pushing when she felt his mouth close over her hand, biting hard enough to let her know to stop. She could feel the silent rumblings of his growl so she slowly withdrew her hand. The roles were already established.

Mandy kept talking. Not really looking at Cherry and unaware of the silent battle taking place underneath the table.

Cherry could feel Horse push her legs apart as he slowly inched towards her, then the warm breath on her sex as she sorry closed her legs trapping Horse's head inches from her cunt. But she just knew what it meant when she felt him turn his head and bite warningly into her leg. As she released the pressure she felt him nuzzle up to her sex. And when he started nipping the inside of her thighs she slid down the chair so that he could access her cunt.

"This can't be happening" she thought to herself as Mandy carried on with her story smiling at her.

Then she almost fell off her chair as Horse licked her cunt. An electric shock went through her as his tongue, so different to a man's, licked the full length of her slit: warm, wet, erotic. She knew she should say something to Mandy to get the dog to stop but for some reamister didn't, couldn't. Then it all seemed too late. She clung to the side of the chair trying to look natural and relaxed and interested in Mandy's story as Horse sat between her spread legs giving her cunt the most sensational licking she had ever experienced.

She gave another shudder as she felt Horse sink his tongue deep inside her cunt, licking her G spot and nuzzling her clit. Her cunt was dripping from her own juices and she could feel the wetness oozing down between her ass cheeks over her puckered hole. Fortunately Mandy hadn't noticed anything unusual but Cherry knew with a growing certainty that that was going to change. She could feel the intensity of her engorged clit as he continued to lap at her dripping cunt. Never before had her clit been so sensitive; so excited. It took everything she had to stifle a cry as he nipped her clit gently with his teeth. She was practically laying on the chair now. Legs spread wide fighting a losing battle against the inevitable orgasm. She was sure that Mandy must be able to smell the sex on her by now. Her head was lolling back, all but panting and her eyes were rolling in her head in an effort to control her body as the first ripples of her orgasm started deep inside body.

Then Mandy's mobile rang.

Cherry could only nod her head fighting to control the building climax as Mandy answered the phone and said "I will just duck out that back and take this call if that's ok".

No sooner had Mandy shut the door than the most intense orgasm Cherry had ever experienced exploded through her body. She moaned in uncontrolled ecstasy as wave after wave of incredible pleasure built in her cunt then tore through her body only to be replaced by another. The nectar was flowing in copious amounts from her dripping cunt and she could feel the wetness on her gown. Then she could feel a second orgasm build and she doured over as her muscles contracted again. She was on the verge of blacking out from the pleasure and effort when Horse decided that he had had enough and lay down at her feet. With an effort she dragged herself back into a sitting position then, with shaking hands took a couple of deep takes of her tea. She clasped her legs together to try to stop the tremors down below. She took another take then ran her hand through her disheveled hair.

As she felt herself gaining some semblance of control Mandy opened the door and came back in. Cherry gave her an embarrassed grin as she entered knowing that only a miracle had spared her the most embarrassing scene imaginable.

"I've got to go" Mandy said as she started to collect her things.

"My friend has had a relapse. Tell you what honey, seeing as Horse obviously likes you so much and I know how he loves to service a good bitch, I'd like to ask a big favour from you and get you to look after Horse for me for while. Only till my friend gets over her problem of course." She said.

She stood unsteadily, aware of her own wetness dribbling down the inside of her thighs as she moved. It was the last thing she wanted to hear. A wave of fear came over Cherry as she looked back at Horse. She was alarmed to see the pink tip of his doggie cock starting to protrude form its sheath. And whilst she meant to say "no, take the disgusting natural with you" she heard herself saying "yes" as she saw Mandy to the door.

The moment the front door closed she bolted for her bedroom just a few feet away intent on locking the door. But the natural was inside the room before she even had time to turn. She backed away from him and screamed as Horse reared up in front of her. Standing he towered over her and as he put his paws on her shoulders she stood momentarily, staggered under the weight then fell backwards onto the bed. She was not completely on the bed, the bed was mainly supporting her back but half of her ass was hanging over the edge. Horse was on her immediately. As if in a lovers embrace Horse took the familiar shuffle forward, poked twice before finding the soft warmth of her cunt, still dripping wet from her orgasm, and with the sound of her screaming "noooo" in his ears, buried his cock into her again and immediately started humping. It had all happened so fast.

Just the other side of the wall Mandy stopped as she heard a muffled noise from within. Within seconds she could hear another scream of "noo" and then a quick thumping noise as the bed rocked to Horse's thrusts.

Cherry tried to adjust her position on the bed to relieve the searing pain of his powerd entry. But with the dog lying on top of her and a massive rampaging cock thrusting into her at 100 strokes a minute there was little she could do. Fortunately she was still wet from the orgasm and his cock slipped readily into her. With her ass hanging over the edge of the bed she maneuvered between thrusts to get the best angle so his cock was pumping as smoothly as possible into her.

"That's good" she muttered to herself as she felt his cock hit the right angle. But the right angle meant she had nine inches of cock smoothly pistoning in and out of her well lubricated cunt. To her dismay she realized that her body had not yet come down from that high. Her clit was still swollen and excited and with the dog's thrusting she could feel the passion rising again towards the inevitable climax.

Still standing outside the room searching for her keys, Mandy heard Cherry's voicing rising in volume and despair. "Get off me you bastard. It can't happen, not again, oh God please no, no, no, noooo" Mandy heard Cherry.

But to no avail. With a wail of despair she came. Trembling and jerking spasmodically, Cherry creamed around his burning, thrusting cock, every inch of her body quaking uncontrollably. She screamed incoherently at first, and then was able to create actual words. Oh my God, oh my God" she repeated. The last utterance came out as one long wail of pleasure and horror. She squirmed and shook as he continued ramming into her, her hot liquids gushing all over both of them.

But he didn't stop, didn't pause. Within minutes she was screaming again as he brought her to her third climax of the day.

This time he did stop momentarily and his cock popped out of her dripping cunt. She could feel her own fluids pouring down the crack of her ass.

She was exhausted from the combined effects of continuous orgasms along with her stomach and legs supporting their combined weight. She tried to ease her discomfort by flexing her pelvis but at that exact moment Horses cock came out of its sheath and he started poking around for her hole.

She bucked in terror as she felt his cock at the puckered entrance of her ass and started to push in; she began to shriek and thrash on the bed. Her eyes popped wide; her mouth gaped. She shook her head back and forth, tossing her curls, and her fingernails dug into his shoulders. Her sphincter resisted, but it was fighting a losing battle as this huge natural pushed forward with his hips and pulled her back with his paws. The shear girth of his member was pushing her to breaking point as his penis ground into her resisting ass.

Mandy heard the red curdling scream as ho powerd his thick meat into Cherry. The pain was excruciating as Cherry felt the head boring into her bowels. The crinkled skin of her asshole slithered wider around his fat shaft, stretching her hole unbearably. Her screams were continuous but jerked with each thrust into her torn ass.

The walls of her rectum collapsed around the dog's prick, seizing him with a thousand rippling muscles. She took him deeper with each thrust, and it felt like his cock was boring into her heart. She bucked against him in order to escape, but this just powerd him deeper into her and she felt him stretch her as he slid his hard cock deep into her deflowered asshole.

After the initial assault the feel of that cock in her ass was un-real. She felt funny and full, but at the same time incredible turned on as he pulled his cock almost out and then slid back. He started pummeling her stretched sphincter with his pulsing tool. Never pausing, bringing her to an earth-shattering climax. Then she was there. Arching her back on his hard dick, she rubbed her sopping sex for all she was worth, feeling something tremendous building inside her. The incredible fullness, the incessant pressure deep inside her, it was all too much.

"Oh God, oh god .YYYEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS" she screamed clutching her muscles around the cock in her ass.

Spurt after spurt of his hot cum sprayed inside her ass, filling her up with his semen.

Mandy smiled as she heard the scream as she walked to her car.

"You don't mess with the witch if you don't want to become the bitch" she said out loud as she walked to her car.

"And honey, you will just love it when you realize how many times a dog can do it in a day."

As she reversed out of the drive she saw another car waiting to turn in. The young girl waved as they passed. "Same face, same hair, obviously a younger sister" thought Mandy.

And the quiet chuckle became a full laugh as she accelerated away.

- The End -

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John's Wife


Seeing my old mate John again was great, we hadn't seen
each other in years and had just spent the night takeing
and shooting the breeze. His wife Jane had gone for a
take with her mates and we had arranged to pick her up
at a club in town. When we pulled up outside John said
he'd wait in the car, as it was impossible to park while
I ran in to get her.

Inside the club there where people everywhere, it was
packed and I had trouble finding her but managed to find
one of her friends at the bar chatting to two guys. When
I asked where Jane was she laughed and said she was
somewhere at the back of the club.

I went in search of her pushing through the crowd until I
reached the back of the club where I found a corridor
leading to the toilets. I went down it again pushing past
guys coming out when I heard one of them say as he zipped
up his pants, "Man what a slut, can you believe that
bitch," to his mate. Both men laughed and I pushed on.

At the end of the corridor there was a crowd of guys in a
circle with their backs to me cheering and shouting.
Pushing through I was shocked to see that the reamister they
where there was that there was a gangbang going on and
they all stood around watching the show. The guys I had
meet must have had their go at the slut been gang banged.

I looked on as interested as the next guy and saw that
the woman was bent over a small table surrounded by guys
with their cocks out. One guy was fucking her from behind
while two other guys took turns ramming their cocks into
her open mouth. The woman was fat with big meaty hips
that where shaking all over as she got fucked. Her tits
looked massive as they bounced about and she knew how to
suck cock because one of the guys was coming already into
her willing mouth.

He was replaced quickly with another but not before I saw
her face. It was Jane, John's wife. Her make up was
smeared all over her face which was covered in spunk from
I don't know how many cocks. She didn't see me, as she
was too busy sucking the new cock that had been pushed
into her mouth.

The guy fucking her cried out and pulled his cock out
spraying spunk all over her ass. When he stepped back
another guy moved up and took his place ramming his meat
into her well used cunt and proceeded to pound her hard
.All around her the guys where jacking off and calling
her names like, "Fuck the slut man, give it her hard!"

To be honest I was hard too by now, my cock straining in
my pants. I could not believe Jane was doing this and I
felt bad standing there watching not stopping it but
there must have been 10 guys there.

When the next guy pulled out coming on her ass again
there was a gap in the action. Jane stopped sucking just
long enough to say, "Come on give me more cock you limp-
dicked bastards," that got a laugh from everyone. A guy
pushed me from behind hard enough so that I found myself
standing behind Jane's big round ass. I looked down at
her, she was covered in spunk both ass checks where slick
and wet from guys coming on her.

"Go on man, you'll be number 10," said a guy standing not
far away.

Jane wriggled her ass at me not even looking around to
see who her next cock was going to be. What the hell I
thought and pulled out my cock. I rammed it in to her
hard and started fucking her cunt with long hard strokes.
Her pussy was stretched open wide from all the cocks but
I was excited as hell.

"Oh yes! Fuck my cunt with your big cock," she called out
sending me over the top. I pulled out and fired my spunk
over her spunk-covered ass. I didn't have time to catch
my breath when I was pulled out of the way by a large
black man sporting a huge hard on.

I slipped away and returned to the car where John was
waiting. I told him that one of her friends said she had
left already and suggested we went for a last take
somewhere. We ended up getting home at 6 in the morning
and Jane was safe in bed.

John and I both travel a lot and he had to leave at 12:00
that day but my flight was not until 22:00 that night so
John suggested I stay at his place with Jane. I saw her
at 10:30 when we finally rolled out of bed in the kitchen
looking surprisingly fresh and prime and proper. She wore
a knee length skirt that clung to her big frame and a big
louse top that was designed to hide her real size. I
could never understand why fat girls had to hide what
they had, there are a lot of guys like me who love it.

Anyway the morning moved on and John finally left by cab
leaving Jane and I alone. I tried to stay calm but I just
kept thinking about all the spunk she must have taken and
how much was left still inside her. Also I was sure she
was wearing stockings and suspenders under her tight
skirt which only made me worse.

There was no other way to handle this so I decided to go
head on so when I found her in the kitchen I casually
said to her that I had called by the club last night. "Oh
really, what time did you call by?" she asked looking a
bit worried.

"I think it must have been around the time of your 9th
cock," I replied, and watched as she dropped a cup in the
sink. She stayed that way with her back to me for a
moment before replying, "Sorry but I don't know what your
talking about." She still didn't look around at me.

"Oh but you must, I know for sure because I was number
10," I said enjoying myself now.

Now she turned around to face me looking sheepish and
dropping her eyes to the floor, "I don't understand," she
said in a tiny voice.

So I told her how it happened and how I had been kind of
powerd into fucking her and how I left afterward to get
John away.

"What are you going to do about it?" she asked still not
looking at me.

"Well, that depends on you really, I can stay quite but
it will cost you," I said with a big grin on my face. My
cock was rock hard in my pans at this stage.

"What do you have in mind?"

I wasn't quite sure what I had in mind I just wanted to
fuck her again but the thought of the kind of power I
could wield of her was making me very excited. "If you do
exactly what I say John doesn't have to know."

She looked up at me with a pissed off look on her pretty
face suddenly angry, "You want to blackmail me. Is that
your game?" she asked in an angry voice.

"Like I said its up to you, you decide."

"You're a sick pervert to do this," she shot back at me.

I laughed and said, "Really? And what do you call a woman
who fucks every guy in the club?"

She didn't reply to that.

"Take off all your clothes except your stockings and
shoes, now!" I ordered and stood waiting.

After a full minute she finally began to unbutton her top
with fast angry movements. She pulled it up over her head
then and without looking at me reached around to unfasten
her bra. I held my breath as her massive breasts flopped
into view. Two huge round white tits stood before me with
large pink nipples pointing downwards.

She reached behind her and unzipped her skirt before
pulling it down over her generous hips bending forward to
do so and giving me a wonderful view of her hanging
breasts. When she stood up she now had only her tiny
panties and black stockings with her high heel shoes. Her
panties where half hidden under her large belly that hung
down above the waist of her panties. Her breasts hung
down to her bellybutton they where so big and I could see
some of her pubic hair poking out of the side of her
panties.

"Take your panties off or I'll rip them off," I barked.

She hooked her fingers into the waist of the panties and
pulled them down giving me another great view of her
hanging tits.

I took off me pants then and released my aching cock from
my boxers. "Get over her and suck my cock!" I ordered.

She stomped over to me still very much pissed off. Every
part of her wobred as she walked and when she kneeled
before me she was at the perfect height. I just stood
there watching and waiting as my cock bobbed in front of
her. She reached up and took my cock in her hand pulling
the foreskin back over my knob like a pro and proceeded
to suck it deep into her mouth. I watched in awe as she
bobbed her head up and down my shaft.

I took her by the hair taking control and started really
ramming my cock into her mouth. "That's it slut suck me
good take it all," I panted fucking her mouth like a
pussy.

She was gagging a little from the power but other wise
she managed well enough. It was amazing to look down and
see her massive breasts sway back and forth as she sucked
but I had to fuck her. The night before was too fast for
my liking this time I wanted to take my time. Pulling out
of her mouth I said, "Ok, that's enough, get over onto
the kitchen table and spread your legs wide for me."

She was furious now as she stood up she looked at me,
"How can you call yourself a friend of John's when you're
powering his wife to have sex with you?"

That just made me laugh again, "How can you call yourself
his wife when you let yourself be used as the bar whore?"
was my reply after which I pushed her towards the table.

She sat up onto it and did as I asked opening her legs
and showing me her fat pussy. It was open and still wet
from the night before, her pubic hair was matted together
with what must have been spunk. I ran my hands up her
stocking clad legs right up to the stocking tops where
her chunky leg spread out.

She gave no reaction when I roughly pushed two fingers
into her hot pussy just stared me in the eye. She was
leaning back with her arms slightly behind her, which
made her breasts stick out even more. I leaned over
sucking one of her nipples into my mouth rolling my
tongue over it making it hard in seconds despite her lack
of interest.

"Lie down on the table bitch I want to see your tits fly
about as I fuck you," I said rubbing my cock up and down
her meaty pussy lips getting it wet and slimy. She moved
back onto her back making her tits separate to hang on
each side onto her arms. I pushed her legs up high and
open wide still rubbing my cock across her cunt.

"How many cocks did you have last night?" I asked
pressing my knob against her big clit.

"Fuck off asshole, I don't remember yours because its so
small," she sneered up at me.

"That might be true, I saw the size of the black guy who
fucked you after me," I inserted my cock into her pussy,
it was so hot it felt like my cock was burning. "You look
like the type of slut that likes black cock," I said
before ramming my cock up to the hilt. I started pumping
my cock in and out of her sagging wet pussy still holding
her legs high. Her tits where rolling about flopping up
and down every time I banged my meat into her.

"Come on and come needle dick get it over with," she
grunted through gritted teeth. She may have started to
enjoy it but it wasn't clear.

Gripping her legs hard I gave it to her hard and fast
banging my cock in and out rocking the table with the
pace. She closed her eyes and turned her head now and I
knew she was enjoying this. I carried on for another two
or three minutes before stopping. When I pulled out she
looked down at my cock expecting to see spunk shouting
out but I just repeated sliding my cock up and down her
fat swollen pussy lips.

"Get your fat fucking ass around here I want to fuck you
like the whore you are," I pulled her up roughly from the
table and spun her around. She was definitely a bit shaky
on the legs as she flopped down onto the tabletop. I
stepped up behind her with my cock in hand and without
warning I quickly jammed it hard up her tight asshole
right up to my balls.

She let out a loud scream taking the wind out of her and
before she could respond I grabbed her by the hair
pulling her head back towards me and proceeded to pound
her hole with short fast strokes.

"My cock too big now slut," I mocked jabbing into her
with real power. Her ass was tight but had no problem
accommodating my cock and was now lubricated enough to
let me slide in and out with ease.

"Oh you bastard stop please," she cried out.

I pulled her back more so she was almost standing her
massive breasts flopped back and forth. She was very
vocal now moaning and grunting clearly from pleasure,
when I started to rotate my hips at the same time as I
fucked her she responded by pushing back onto me.

"Your ass is so nice you filthy whore," I panted slowing
a little now so I could enjoy the feel of her ass. I
pulled my cock almost all the way out before pushing it
back in, in and out in and out. I let her hair go but she
stayed in the same position letting me reach around to
maul her tits as I continued my slow fucking my cock into
her. I lifted one of her legs up onto the table so she
had one leg standing and the other knee perched on the
edge of the table. I could now ram more of my cock into
her and did so giving it to her hard and fast again.

Within moments she was coming, I could feel her ass
contracting around my shaft in spasms as it pounded in
and out. "That's it slut come on me you love having your
ass fucked don't you?" I panted digging my fingers into
her hip flesh. "Don't you?" I repeated.

"Oh yes! Fuck my ass you bastard fuck it hard," she
answered gripping the tabletop and ramming her big ass
back at me.

"You're going to swallow my spunk now aren't you bitch,"
I said through gritted teeth.

"Yes, I want your cock in my mouth please give it to me,"
she cried out coming continuously.

I whipped my cock out and stood back waiting for her to
turn around. She moved fast for such a big girl turning
around and kneeling in front of me. She grabbed my hard
cock and engulfed it into her mouth taking the whole
length. Man she sucked me like she hadn't had cock in
months slurping and bobbing her head up and down.

I came in seconds firing wad after wad of hot spunk into
her slut mouth. The fact that my cock had just been up
her ass made it even better for me and the filthy bitch
didn't care at all. She sucked me hard using her hand at
the base of my cock to pump it harder sending my spunk
flying.

Before I finished I pulled it out to fire the last wad
onto her upturned face and hair. She knew what I wanted
and smeared it all over her face letting more spunk spill
out of her mouth and smearing that too all over her face.

"You understand now slut that you're mine when ever I
want, I'll come by here and have you when I feel like it,
or else John finds out..."

END

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THE JUDGEMENT


CHAPTER 1

As Brendan sat in the court awaiting the judge, little did
he know his wife, her sister, and his lady-in-law were
conspiring to affect an elaborate hoax upon him and his lady to
ensure his wife's utter and complete domination of him.

The entire proceedings looked so official. The only thing
that initially concerned he and his grieving mom was why the
court was held at midnight. But that concern went away as soon
as the charge was read against Brendan - Attempted Assault.

Brendan's family attorney was in the confidence, and pay, of
Brendan's wife. The $5,000 she gave him was more than enough to
get him to go along with his wife's cunning scheme. Her having
slept with him also contributed to influencing him too.

Brendan admitted to the court that he told one of his wife's
black lovers, when he caught them in the bed, `I could ******* both
of you, I'm so mad.'

Unfortunately for Brendan, his wife corroborated her black
lover's charge.

Both Brendan and his very naive lady wondered why they
were brought in the back service entrance to the courtroom, which
looked like it hadn't been used in a long time, which it hadn't.
It had been sealed off and was scheduled to be converted to a
storage room. When one of Brendan's wife's black boyfriends told
her of this, the idea of a fake trial to put her timid husband in
her power was born.

Brendan's lawyer pleaded with the fake Judge Burnbottom to
have mercy on his client as he pleaded him guilty and threw his
fate on the mercy of the court.

"Well Brendan, you've got your self in a pretty mess, all
because you couldn't control your temper. Are you sorry for the
way you acted?

"Yes ... Yes ma'am." He replied, voice quivering.

"You should be. From the testimony, Mr. Willis was seeing
to the sexual satisfaction of your wife, something you haven't
been doing too well. He was actually doing you a favor and you
threatened to ******* him. Well the penalty for a serious crime of
that nature, even with a heat of passion plea is 7 to 10 years.
Do you think you could survive that length of time with hardened
criminals?"

Both Brendan and his lady broke down sobbing, neither
unable to reply clearly.

"That's okay. I understand. I think some other alternative
form of punishment is sufficient for you considering you've never
been charged with an offense before. This is my judgement. You
are to be on probation for 7 years. Doing that time, you will be
released in the custody of your wife. You will be under her
authority and are expected to atone for your rude life
threatening behavior by explicitly obeying her. In addition, you
are to receive a sound whipping, for the crime for which you are
charged, twice monthly for the duration of your probation period.
Your wife is authorized to administer the same, or designate
someone for that purpose. The court will designate the severity
of your flogging as well as the instruments to be used. Each
event is to be videotaped and provided directly to me. After
reviewing each one, I will inform your wife of the length and
severity of the next punishment session. The first session will
take place in one week, at which time your wife is directed to
use a folded thin electrical extension cord, and to lash you 20
times, with all her strength, with no more than 5 seconds rest
between strikes."

At hearing this bittersweet news, Brendan stopped crying but
the look of shock on his face told the terror he felt. His wife
had used the cord on him before. He knew the pain she could
inflict. He mentally sighed as his lady whispered in his ear.

"Baby, it'll hurt, but it's better than jail."

The judge continued.

"In addition Brendan, for compensation, Mr. Willis is
granted free room and board at your house for as long as your
wife desires him there or until your 7 year period of your
probation is up. I warn you Brendan, any corroborated complaints
about your behavior towards your wife, her friends, Mr. Willis,
or his visitors to your house will result in the court
terminating your probation and transferring you to the state
penitentiary for the remainder of your probation time, but not
less than 5 years. Rose Thomas, I expect you to do your duty in
modifying the criminal behavior of your husband. If not, this
court will find someone who can. This court is adjourned."

CHAPTER 2

"Excuse me Mistress Rose, you said you wanted to see these
as soon as they were ready. Do they meet with your approval?"
Spoke Brendan's mom meekly as she held up two more ornate lacy
maid's uniforms she and her mister had completed sewing during the
night.

"Why Ann, I believe you and Brenda have outdone yourselves.
How much did he do?"

Brendan lady beamed as she explained her mister's
contribution in helping her sew up dresses and uniforms for him
to wear as the new housemaid in drag. In just three weeks he had
14 custom maid well fitting maidservant's uniforms.

"You two make such a good team. Since he's such a mama's
boy, I'm glad you took my advice and joined him doing his
adjustment period. It has really helped him so much to have his
mommie adjust the same as he has had too." Spoke his wife.

"It has been an experience for me too, but you're right, he
is such a sweet thing, I'm so glad I could help him adapt to his
new role as Brenda the maid. Secretly, I like his feminine name
you gave him. And he looks so cute in his uniforms."
"He does. And you've done an excellent job in helping and
encouraging him along this new path he's to travel. I adore
seeing both of you dressed alike as you clean, cook and do
laundry."

"It has been fun, you know just like lady and flower.
But seriously, I did want to talk to you about those old
mattresses he and I have been relaxing on... on the floor, in the
basement, can't I just get the ones from my house and ..."

"No. I think the feel of comfort deprivation must be real.
The judge has tasked me to help him understand what the
consequences of his actions could have been if he went to primister.
I take my duty seriously. I can't let the judge down."

"I ... I understand. You're right of course."
"Of course I am. And I can cause him to get sent to primister.
Don't forget that."

"No ...No, I won't."

"You were here when the Judge came by and indicated that his
accommodations were excellent. Also she lauded you for
participating and subjecting yourself to the same treatment to
help your baby out. She too thinks you too make a wonderful
team. She said it was so touching to see you holding his hand
while I whipped him, and then to see him holding your hand as I
whipped you."

"I ... I never expected to get whipped like he did. You hit
me as hard as him."

"Of course! He would've seen through anything less."
"You're right of course. I guess it's just like when you
slapped me just as hard as you did him for breaking your rules, I
was able to identify with what he was feeling as we consoled each
other and salved each other's welts and bruises."

"Precisely, I want you two to share such moments. It's good
for both of you. And I must admit, it did me good to slap you
around and beat your ass too."

"I could tell you did. It hurt, but I tried to be a good
role model for him, as you wanted me to. He now understands that
pain and the way you treat him is a necessary part of his
routine, and your love, instead of fearing it."

Brenda's mom wanted out now that she'd got her mister on the
right track to accept and adapt to his new role.

Rose complimented Brenda's lady for all she'd done in
showing her mister the importance of accepting his ass whippings,
dressing in drag and submitting to Rose's will.
"Your job isn't quite done yet."

When Rose told Ann what she wanted, she gasped in horror.

"Don't be so melodramatic, you and I both know he's perfect
fairy material, and a lot of it is your fault!" Rose shouted at
Ann, who began to cry and sob at the charge that she was
responsible for her mister's softness and mollycoddled ways.

CHAPTER 3

Ann went about her duties as she had the lingering taste of
Mistress Roses's sperm flavored pussy on her breath.

Her bottom was still aching from the whipping she got
earlier for being soft on Brenda as her mister. Ann didn't try to
fight the aggressive Rose, since she even felt deserving of it.
After her thrashing, she crawled behind Rose as she led Ann
to Rufus Will, who was still in the bed. Ann was made to suck
off his big black stiff cock and thoroughly enjoyed what she was
being made to do and secretly felt good about doing this as a
precursor to teaching him to do exactly the same thing. Later
she watched as Rufus and Rose had a rousing bout of fucking. Her
duty afterward was to tongue clean them both. She'd never sucked
a cock or sucked on used pussy either.

She was 47, and 20 years older than Rose, but like her mister,
she respected Rose's authority and masterful ness. She therefore
knew that Rose was cunning, so she wasn't really surprised when
Rose told her she'd sold her house while she'd been supposedly
role playing. She felt she deserved that for being fooled into
being cooped up here for almost a month and giving Rose and
Rose's sister that power of attorney so they could pay the bills
and see about the house while she was there with Brenda.

CHAPTER 4

"Yes baby, I'm gonna stay right here with you. But now it's
time for us to get you on better terms with Mr. Willis."

After she told him, Brenda was confused but horrified.
"It's okay baby. All you have to say is `Please Mr. Willis,
take my lady. Make her your whore. This is my apology and
peace offering to you.' That's all there is to it baby. And
don't worry a bit, I'll be right by your side. This'll prove
that you accept and respect him and that there are no hard
feelings. Don't pout baby. I know this may seem unusual, but we
are in an unusual situation. Remember dear, we're doing this to
keep you out of primister. Now lets get your chin up and a smile on
your face."

Reluctantly, Brenda, nervous, did exactly as his lady
asked of him. He felt so flushed and embarrassed as Rufus
laughed loudly at him, then called him a fag as he accepted his
apology and then pulled Brendan's naked lady over in the bed
with him.

His lady yielded totally to Rufus and without being told
sought out to fondle and handle his long thick love tool as Rufus
deep tongue kissed her.

Brenda, as directed stood by insignificantly with his hands
folded in front of his as he watched the two on the bed prepare
for hot wet sex.

His eyes were glued to his lady's mouth action on Rufus's
enormous nine-inch ebony erection. His lady's white mouth was
stretched so much as she gobred the bloated dickhead.
As they were ready to couple, his mom called him over to
kiss the head of Rufus' cock and then directed her mister guide it
into her juiced up pussy.

Trembling and nervous, he did as directed and then went back
to his position of observation nearby.
He was surprised at how easy his lady absorbed the length
and girth of the big black dick. It was almost as if she'd done
this before. She had, but this was done at Rose's insistence,
who'd got Ann and Rufus to practice three times before doing it
for her well tricked husband.

"His penis was so big. Didn't it hurt?" Brenda asked his
lady as they were preparing for bed after returning from their
encounter with Rufus Willis.

"No baby, it felt real good. You see that's why your wife,
I should say Mistress rose likes big black cocks. They make her
feel real good. No offense sweetie, but your little thing can't
compare to Mr. Willis. By the way you seemed to enjoy mouthing
him too."

"You ... You think I did a good job lady?"
"Real good for a beginner honey. You lost some of his jizz
when he shot off the fourth time, but you weren't expecting that,
so it's not totally your fault. With practice, you'll learn when
to expect a man to shoot. Did his cream taste as good as I said
it would?"

"It ... It was better than I thought. It was very warm and
real creamy and syrupy all at the same time."

"He's some man. He came in your mouth first, then twice as
y'all were sexing and then he came when I was sucking your pussy
juice off his big prick."

"How did you find the taste of all that dick cream you ate
out of me? Was it as good as I told you?"

"It was so yucky looking as it oozed and ran out of your
pussy, but it tasted better than it looked."

"You've only been sucking unused pussy up to now, but from
now on you can expect to suck plenty of jism soaked pussy from
now on. Especially mine and your wife's, after she's had sex with
Rufus and his buddies. You must learn to eat pussy real well as
it's one of your strong points and one of the few things you do
rather well."

"I-I never thought I'd be sucking other men's stuff from
your or Mistress Rose's pussy."

"Well things change dear, and it's as natural as you licking
Mr. Willis' big fine cock and sucking my cunt as you did
tonight."

CHAPTER 5

"And his dick and the cum he shot off?"
"His dick was of course smeared with pussy juice, but the
taste of his hard smooth black meat was rather nice. I guess I
liked the feel of my tongue on his shiny cockhead the best and
laving his pee slit."

"You did look so contented sucking his dickhead. Was his
cum hot?"

"Real hot and gooey as he came on my tongue. The flavor of
it was far stronger than when I sucked it from your cunt."

Mother and mister continued to share thoughts as they prepared
for bed in the basement chamber that was now home for them both.
"How is that baby?" She asked her mister as she secured his
hands to the harness he wore and which was attached to the bed to
keep him from playing with himself as well as to ensure that he
slept on his back.

"It's okay. I wish I didn't have to wear this."

"Mistress Rose, your wife wants you to. That's what
matters. And now she wants me to take off your cock restraint so
it can get plenty of air while you relax."

"Oh please lady, don't take it off. I ... I get so hard,
it ... it aches. It almost feels like it'll break."

"It's not going to break silly. I know it's a wee bit
uncomfortable, but it's all part of your mind control training.
Try to think of other things rather than your own needs. That's
the purpose. Just think, it's already been 3 weeks, just one
more week before she lets you jerk off again."

"Couldn't you do it for me, you know like she doesn't have
to know."

"Heavens No! You should never be untruthful with your wife.
If she wants you to undergo a certain punishment, you should do
so and be honest about it. after all she has a purpose in
requiring you to be punished. And you should remember it's
always for your own good."

"Yes ma'am. You're right of course."

"Of course I am. Now just one more catch and there! Your
little friend is all free, ready to enjoy the night air."
Ann had a smirk on her face as she looked at her helpless
mister all trussed there and his little prick stiff and throbbing.
She thought how strange it was that in helping Rose out, she too
found she delighted in subduing her own milksop mister. To torment
him further, she exposed her thick hairy bush and full tits, as
she paraded back and forth before him as she got ready to go out
with Rufus.

"In the tight quarters, Brenda couldn't help but notice his
lady's beautiful hairy bush and bouncing big knockers. His
prick pulsed and tremred at each time she passed.

"Rufus wants me to meet some of his friends tonight. When I
come back I'm sure to have some more cum in my pussy, I'll wake
you up for a nice midnight snack."

Rufus came to the door "Come on slut! We got to go. That's
good. That's all you need to wear. Here's your coat. The dudes
are waiting to meet you."

He looked in the dim room and saw Brenda all trussed up in
the bed.

"My, don't you look cute. But hey, thanks for bringing me
your mama to fuck. I'm gonna carry her over to meet some mo
brothers so they can jump her big pussy. Hey baby, before you
run off, aren't you gonna let him kiss you goodbye? That's
right, come here, straddle his face and let him kiss your pussy
before we leave to get some mo dicks in you."

Ann did as she was told, delighting in the thrill of doing
as the black man told her and knowing that she was shaming her
mister in the process.

With the memory of her hairy pussy on his lips, he watched
as his lady left with Rufus. She was wearing only a baby doll
pajama top under the overcoat he gave her.

No matter how he tried, Brenda couldn't will his turgid
prick down. Finally, hours later he drifted off to relax
mentally fatigued with his aching cock.

He wasn't sure how long he was relax, but he was awakened by
his wife.

She'd just come in from turning tricks for Rufus.

"I called Rufus earlier, he told me about the nice gift you
gave him and how you sucked his dick and your lady's cunt clean
after they fucked. That really shows respect for him as well as
sincerity on your part honey for atoning for your errant behavior
toward him. I know he's going to have a very favorable report to
the judge for you this month. To celebrate your introduction to
flavored muff, I brought you some cream hair pie."

His wife straddled Brenda's head the same as his lady had
earlier and settled her moist reeking hairy pussy right over his
face. Before making contact, she pulled a plug from her fuck
hole that was holding back the jism in her.

"That's it baby, suck all that good black dick cream out of
me. OOOH! It's so good to feel it draining. SUCK! SUCK ME!
That's it! Be a good husband! Lap me good. OH! OH!"

Moments later his wife had a rousing come on his face. She
held his face there as she scrubbed his face with her wet sloppy
matted muff.

"That was great honey. You suck divinely. My report will
be very good for you too this month. You really vacuumed me out
good. Nine customers fucked me tonight without a rubber, so I
think you tasted a lit bit of each of them." She spoke gleefully
as she wiped his face with a warm towel like one would a young.

"Mistress Rose, thank ... thank you. Can ... Can I ask you
a favor?"

Rose's gleeful tone changed to her more authoritative one as
she responded to his request.

"No. Your lady must receive the same treatment as you.
Otherwise, how could she have been so helpful to you if she
hadn't gone through the same experiences as you? Besides, she
wouldn't have it any other way. She told me so. She's bearing
your burden too, so don't ask me to cheat her of the experience.
And I certainly don't intend to shortchange her. Remember the
other morning when she dropped some food on the floor?"

"YY...Yes ma'am."

"Just like I slapped you to the floor the time you did that,
so did I with her. I also made her lick it up because she
should've known better, especially since she's a role model for
you. Because of her seniority, I also spanked her later with a
perforated paddle to remind her of her responsibility. Now you
understand why it would be an injustice to do as you ask?"

"Yes ... Yes ma'am." Brenda tried to sound upbeat but it
was with a tone of resignation.

"Dear, you two have been such a wonderful team. You saw how
pleased the judge was when she came by last month to witness your
whipping in permister. She was very satisfied that there was no
trickery. That is, that I was swinging hard and making the cord
sink deep in the skin of your bottom. She complimented you on
the way your bottom was jumping and wigging to each blow. She
was even more impressed with your lady's bigger bottom as it
wiggled and reddened under my lashes. Speaking of that, you know
I forgot to tell you she said thanks for the pop corn I had you
pop up for her for the occasion."

"Next time is only 4 days away, has she ... she said if the
punishment will stay the same for next time?"

"Honey, I know how much anxiety you have every time it comes
around for your little thrashing, so that's why I haven't
bothered to tell you that she's so satisfied with your current
level of acceptance, that she wants me to take you off the cord
and instead use a tawse for 20 slaps and add 5 lashes with a
riding crop."

"Oh no! Please Mistress, not a riding crop. It'll hurt so
bad."

"Now, now. You know what the alternative is don't you? Is
that what you want? Do you want to go to primister?"

"No! No! I don't want to go. I ... I'll have to ... to
persevere somehow." Brenda spoke in a low broken voice. It was
obvious he was fighting back tears.

"That's the spirit honey. This time we're going to tie you
down real good, so the only thing you have to worry about
wiggling is your cute little tooted up bottom. Aren't you gonna
thank me and Rufus for getting the whipping horse for you?"
"Thank ... Thank you Mistress."

"You're quite welcome dear, from both me and Rufus. Don't
look so despondent. Why look, your staff has drooped. Here,
maybe that will help get your spirits up. There, that much
better."

His wife's soft hands and pleasurable manipulations soon had
his aching prick back to its former raging state.
"By the way, if it'll help you relax better, on the way home
I saw Rufus and your lady in an alley near the docks. All she
was wearing was her pajama top and there were two lines of black
tricks waiting to get to her. One was for her cunt and the other
her mouth. Rufus was having a grand opening 10 dollar special
with her tonight."

Rose slammed the door behind her. She had a wide grin on
her face. She felt so good at all that'd happened tonight,
especially the look on her husband's face as she walked out.

Poor Brenda, he was somewhat angry, but he knew there was
nothing to do but accept and adapt to what was happening. He was
also angry that his prick wouldn't go down.

CHAPTER 6

"Sweetie you did a fine job of fondling and handling all the
men's cocks. Mistress Rose said they really liked your soft
hands and adored the way you sucked and licked the pussy juice
from their balls."

"I tried to do my best lady, just like y'all told me I
should."

"That's good baby. And you've been very good at pleasing
your wife so that she or Rufus haven't had a thing to complain
about."

"I'm sorry I got you in this mess lady, you know having to
hustle on the streets, along with Rose, for him."

"I don't mind doing it to keep you out of primister baby.
Plus, I've gotten to like being fucked by so many hard up black
men. I see why your wife likes big black dicks so much. What
are you sketching dear?"

"Oh, just doodling."

"Let me see. Why that's a fine drawing of Mr. Willis and
his hard dick. You've got all the details down perfect baby,
even the way his left ball hangs lower than his right. That is
really good honey. Why don't you hang it over your bed."
"You think I should?"

"Yes. It'll show how much respect and admiration you have
for him."

After her mister did as she suggested, he showed her some
smaller drawings of Rufus's buddies, whose majestic pricks he's
also been intimately involved with. Each drawing showed the
black studs with jutting erections.

"Why you've outdone yourself. These are all very good. I
know Dan. That's a very good likeness of his uncut dick. And
here's Lane and his mushroom shaped cockhead that's so much
bigger than his shaft."

Brenda and his mom discussed each of the 9 black men he'd
sketched. Paying particular attention to the features of their
large erections and other significant masculine features captured
by her now well sissified mister. He'd experienced each of their
big fuck tools several times. His lady had only been with 5 of
them.

"Then you think I should continue to sketch each new dick I
encounter?"

"Why of course, sweetie. And add a little footnote about
what you liked best about sucking his cock. You know, if I
didn't know any better, I think you have grown fond of nigger
dicks." She said giggling.

"I ... I guess so." Brenda blushed as he spoke. His
admission was embarrassing him. " It just sort of, you know,
happened. At ... At first, I thought it was nasty and perverted
to do it and just another punishment I had to endure. But... But
after you showed me how easy it was to suck his thing and ..."
"Dick dear, not thing. Remember Mistress Rose telling you
to say dick from now on?"

"Thanks for reminding me. Well, as I was about to say, I
sort of enjoyed sucking his smooth hard shaft and smooth swollen
shiny dickhead. I also found his sperm, er, I mean his cum,
didn't taste that bad either. And then after sucking his and
other men's cum from you and my wife's, er I mean Mistress Rose's
pussy, I guess I've developed a taste for it. And then as he
passed me around to more and more of his friends, I got to know
them pretty good, and, well, got to liked sucking their big dicks
and having them shove 'em up my bottom. They seem to get so much
pleasure out of me sucking them off and ... and fucking me, it
... it makes feel good knowing I ... I make them feel good."

"That's so sweet, and you should feel good about yourself
baby."

After having gotten him to open up and talk, his lady
beamed with pride as her effeminate mister described features he
adored about black dicks and how he liked fondling and orally
administering to them.

"If a stud wants me to blow him with his cock stuck through
his fly, I'll of course do so, but I really like it best when his
whole crotch is open. You see ... I like to nuzzle around the
base of his .. ..his dick and lap his soft hairy balls."

"I agree with you dear, open crotch is definitely better.
It definitely allows you greater freedom to show the man how
appreciative you are for having the opportunity to give him
head."

CHAPTER 7



Brenda, gagged and trussed up tightly as a Thanksgiving
turkey, felt so helpless on the whipping horse. The
anticipation of waiting was almost as bad as the actual
punishment. Suddenly, heard voices and footsteps
approaching.

"The judge wanted me to verify that the instrument you're
currently using is delivering the impact performance she feels is
required. That is why I requested this little demonstration
Rose. Good I see you have the subject secured as I requested."

The mock state disciplinarian inspector opened the case she
was carrying to reveal a variety of flagellation instruments,
neatly arranged and secured by clip fasteners.

"You're not going to use those ... he's so fragile."
Sputtered Brenda's lady as she gasped in horror at the
array of pain inflicting instruments.

"So this is the lady? If she's getting the same treatment
as her mister, judging by her attitude, I sense your knotted
extension cord is losing its effectiveness. A properly trained
subject would know not to make such an impolite outburst."

"My apologies, Ms. Burnman. We recently took her off the
regular treatment that her mister was receiving because her, er,
assets were being interfered with due to the healing time of her
bottom. However, you're quite right, I do believe she's
forgotten the purpose of these treatments."

Ms. Burnman then turned to address Brenda's lady.
"You see a properly trained subject understands that he or
she has no say so over the instrument of treatment. The
subject's only concern should be to learn the lesmister of obedience
and to willingly adjust its attitude and behavior as required.
What is your name?" She spoke her name meekly, cowed by the
woman's obvious air of authority.

"Well Ann, are you saying your mister is more fragile than you,
a woman?"

"Er, I just meant ma'am ... er ... that he's a delicate lad
and ..."

"And that he wasn't man enough to take such treatment?"
"Well ma'am , er, not quite in those words, but ... but
something like that." Replied Brenda's lady as she stammered
before the imperious Ms. Burnman.

"Would you say you're softer than your mister?"

"Er, yes ma'am, a little bit softer."

"Well then Rose, to show his lady that we're not out to
harm her mollycoddled mister, but rather to rehabilitate him, what
would you say if we asked his lady to be our pre-tester. That
is, we test each, er, impact instrument, blow for blow, on her
first and then on the main subject. That way, if it shows we're
being over effective on Ann, then we'll know we're close to our
target affectivity on the subject."

"Excellent idea Ms. Burnman. Well Ann, do you agree to be a
good lady and be a pre-tester for Brenda?"

Feeling tricked and outsmarted, Ann looked dumbfounded.

"Ma'am, you .. you mean I .. I have to get be ..."

"Ann, think of as sharing a significant experience with
your mister. I understand this is not new to you, is it not?" Ms.
Burnman asked the terrified Ann.

"No but ..."

Ann was cut off before she could finish.

"You do want us to have the right impact prescription for
your baby - your mama's boy, don't you?"

"Yes ... Yes ma'am, but ..." Ann was now trembling
slightly at the thought of being lashed again.

"There's no time for hee hawing, the only butt we need here
is yours."

Brenda could hear but could do or say anything but listen
and cry at was being imposed on his mom.

Ann stood there like a deer caught in the headlights as Ms.
Burnman approached her staring deeply into her eyes.

"Ann, a good lady would do this for her mister. You're a
good lady aren't you?" Ms. Burnman, a half a head taller than
Ann, placed her hands on Ann's shoulders as she stood directly
in front of her.

Visibly trembling and to fetishd up to speak, Ann nodded
affirmatively before the well dressed imperious Ms. Burnman.
"Good! I know you're just nervous from being anxious to help
out, so let me help you off with your clothes."

Almost before she realized it the woman had stripped her
nude except for garter belt and nylons.

As Ms. Burnman unhooked and let Brenda's lady's ample
tits fall free, Ann was surprised at the liberties the assertive
woman took as she handled her large mammary endowments.

"My, you definitely should have no problem getting men to
sink their tools in you. Nice tits, soft chubby ass, and a big
fuzzy bush, just what some men would love to work on."

"She has, shall we say, plenty of black men who find much
use for her assets every night." Spoke Rose smugly, who had been
silent just watching Ms. Burnman, in reality a friend of hers,
expertly con and cower Brenda's mom into presentation.

"Good for you Ann. I just hope you're not wasting all
that jism. Are you getting your mama's boy to suck it out of
your pussy? It's good for prissy namby wambies like your mister to
taste the dick cream of real men. It really helps them stabilize
their lives."

"Don't worry Ms. Burnman, at my insistence, his lady
started her baby on that some time ago and it has benefited him
greatly, so much so, he's had the confidence to start sucking big
black dicks. And I must add, she was there when he sucked his
first dick and swallowed his first load of hot scum."

"That's so wonderful and touching. Ann, I knew you were a
good mom and mentor. Now c'mon over here so we can get you
comfy." Ann felt so humiliated, as the woman led her by the
hand. Yet deep within, something was telling her she deserved
what was happening to her.

Since there was only one whipping horse, Rose and Ms.
Burnman secured Brenda's lady to a large heavy table. She was
bent forward over it with her arms and legs chained to the four
stout legs. They used a ball gag to complete their work.

"Rose you must get another horse for Ann. I think she'd be
more comfortable and also be by her mister's side at this important
time. And since we'll be doing these reviews every few months
for the next seven years, I'm sure it'll be well utilized."

"You're so right Ms. Burnman. I'm sure she won't mind
turning an extra trick or two a night to pay for it. That is
with her being the good mom she is."

"I'm sure you're correct Rose, especially since she's been an
excellent role model for Brenda."

CHAPTER 8

"Well Rose, your venerable extension cord passed the test,
but as I showed you, in order for you to get the same size welts
I get with the single braid short whip, you have to really exert
yourself and swing twice as hard. But as long as you do and get
the excellent results you are, I must approve you to continue to
use it. However, I'm certain the affectivity will not last
beyond the next evaluation period. In the mean time, I'd suggest
you phase in the single braid and the crop. After that, I'm sure
we will work our way to a light cane."

Mistress Rose thanked Ms. Burnman and chatted while she
repacked her case of pain inflictors.

"They were so quiet, I almost forgot about then while we
were talking technical stuff Rose." Spoke Ms. Burnman as she
walked toward the back of the room where Brenda and his lady
were still bound and gagged. They were both cried out and were
only quietly whimpering as a result of the severe testing that'd
been done on their asses, which were a maze of purple and blue
and red welt marks.

"It was such a pleasure meeting both of you and whipping on
your asses. Ann you've nothing to worry about, your mama's boy
has quite a robust set of ass cheeks. I've asked his wife to
slowly increase his prescription of discipline, he'll notice the
increased impact of the new instruments, but rest assured, this
will keep the judge satisfied and your mister out of primister."

"Thank Ms. Burnman Brenda and Ann for all the help she's
been." Rose said as she un-gagged her effeminized subjugated
husband and his enslaved lady.

"Th ... sob ... thank you ... for helping my ... sob ... my
mister." Ann meekly spoke as she sobbed and tried to slowly stand
up after being released.

Brenda followed suite with his thanks as his wife let him
remained bound, indicating she wanted his ass to air cool another
half hour before any salve was applied, which was to be done by
his lady.

Ms. Burnman asked Ann to walk with her and Rose to the door.
"Ann you're to be congratulated for sticking by and
supporting your mister the way you have. Even thought he's 27 and
married to a fine woman like Rose, you're doing a good job of
weaning him from your apron strings to Rose's control. Secondly,
your instilling in him that being whipped by his wife is just a
normal part of a loving marriage, and a further sign that you're
an excellent lady for your mama's boy."

Ann blushed and thanked Ms. Burnman for her sincere
compliments, not knowing it was all Ms. Burnman could do not to
crack up laughing at Ann who was something of a simpleton anyway.
Ms. Burnman's curiosity was raised as she decided to dump some
more on her to see if Rose was right about how stupid Ann really
was.

"And lastly Ann, I know you're a simple and insignificant
woman, but I must say your teaching your baby to suck fuck slop
from your cunt, and how to suck big black dicks, puts you in a
class by yourself." Smirked Ms. Burnman as she spoke.

"You're too kind ma'am, but I can't take all the credit,
Mistress Rose and Mr. Willis really are responsible for me
knowing what was the proper things to do to help keep my mister out
of jail and to keep the judge satisfied that the probation would
work out."

"Anyway, keep up the good work and continue to be the fine
roll model for him by giving your pussy to many different black
men. Let him know he can do the same thing with his pussy mouth
and ass. Rose you did say you wanted him to get out more with a
lot of the black men you're dating right?"

"Oh yes! Most definitely, and his lady has been most
supportive of me. Haven't you Ann?"

"Oh yes! Mistress Rose knows that my baby is not that good
in bed, but he's good with his mouth, so I've been working with
him on that and she and Mr. Willis have found me so many dates.
I'd never been with black men before, now I seem to have them
wanting me every night. I really feel good after pleasing them
all when they come with their big hard things and need to shoot
off. Brenda loves pleasing their big dicks too."

CHAPTER 9


It was 3 AM Sunday morning and Brenda's lady was just
returning from a rowdy gangbang where she was the center of
attraction for 18 horny black laborers. She literally looked
like something the cat have in, but she had the most blissful
smile on her face.

As she entered their combined bedroom, she dutifully pulled
the door tightly, which locked it. It could only could be opened
from the outside now.

She gently shook Brenda as she removed her jism stained
clothes.

"Hi mom, I must've dozed off. How did it go tonight?"

"Wonderful!"

"You do look happy and content."

"I am. I'd just turned my eighth trick when Mr. Willis
picked me up and took me to this farm, where 18 black laborers
had me for over six hours. They had me in every which way. They
were so horny."

"You certainly smell like they shot off a lot of cum."
As Ann pulled her semen soaked panties off, Brenda could
only gasp as the messy semen plastered mass of dense hair that
was his lady's pussy bush. The familiar cunt plug stuck out
noticeably from the fuzzy mass.

"Wow! I've never seen your muff so sticky with fuck gook."

"And there's more inside me too baby. You're gonna eat good
tonight. C'mon and get it, I can see your mind is on tasting my
muff rather than listening at me. I'll just lay here and let you
suck my bush clean before you get to the main course."

And that's exactly what her sissified mister did. His mouth
didn't emerge from her slimy soggy reeking muff until a half hour
later.

"That was delicious mom."

"Thanks baby. I've got two more surprises."

"Surprises?"

"Yes. The first is that when Mr. Willis was tallying up the
receipts tonight, he congratulated me on turning my 1,006th trick
tonight. A good gang bang couldn't nave been a better way to do
it."

"Oh mom, I'm so happy for you."

The two embraced.

His lady held up a little key and asked him if he knew
what it was.

"It . It's the key to my chastity belt. Where ... Where
did you ..."

"And the other surprise honey is that as a way of
celebrating my achievement, he and Mistress Rose wanted you to
share this occasion with me, sort of a reward for your sustained
good behavior. You can finally put it in baby. Isn't that nice
of them?"

Brenda was so excited as his lady opened the lock on the
confining device. As soon as he was free of it, he was in his
lady's arm and eagerly fucking her with reckless abandon, not
giving the least thought to morals or ******. His only focus was
on enjoying the object that he'd mentally lusted after for so
long as they shared the tiny room cell. He recounted the
countless times he'd sucked her out and paid homage to her with
his tongue.

He didn't last but four minutes, but too had a most blissful
expression on his face as he laid in his lady's embrace panting
and settling down from the super come he'd experienced.

"Was it good baby?"

"Great mom."

"Well baby, how does it feel to be a lady fucker?"

The two laughed.

After being the dutiful mister and sucking his jism from his
mom's well used pussy, they laid back and savored the moment.

Mentally, they both were celebrating the achievement of
something that they both had wanted to happen. They were
secretly thanking circumstances for helping it to occur. Brenda
relished being in his lady's arms as her lover and so did she
as his whore.

"Mother, thanks so much for sticking with me all these
months."

"You're welcome baby. That's what ladys are for."

"I guess things have been a little tough on us, but at least
we have each other." Her mister said softly as he sucked on the tit
his mom offered him.

"Yes dear, that's the important thing. we're here for each
other and you're not in some awful primister cell."

"You're right lady. I guess I have a lot to be thankful
for."

"We have baby. We have a lot to be thankful for. Your wife
and Mr. Willis have tricked and taken advantage of us, but
overall, we really couldn't be used by two nicer people."

"I thought the same thing. You know I .. I love Mistress
Rose deeply and even though she really beats my ass, I know she
loves me too."

"She does baby."

"And I think Mr. Willis cares for us too, even though he's
always putting us down."

"He does. I could tell that from the way he was so gentle
with you the first time he fucked you up the ass with his big
dick."

The two continued to talk on about the future six years of
probation to go and about their good fortune of being under the
control and rule of a dominant and abusive, but benevolent black
master and white mistress.

### END ###

Mes deux amants turcs


Je m’appelle Claire, j’ai 28 ans et je suis mariée depuis 5 ans à Paul, 32 ans.
Je suis quelqu’un qui a un gros caractère avec un homme qui est d’une gentillesse mais aussi malheureusement d’une faiblesse qui parfois m’exaspère.
C’est parait –il idéal pour l’équilibre d’un couple, mais au bout de plusieurs années, je trouvais notre relation de plus en plus fade.
Je commençais peu à peu à fantasmer sur une relation un peu plus physique avec un homme un peu plus directif, voir dans mes gros délires avec plusieurs hommes.
Cela m’a permis pendant plusieurs mois de retrouver le plaisir perdu dans les rapports que j’avais avec mon mari, mais au fil du temps cela ne me suffisait plus.
Le changement est intervenu après une soirée et une dispute ou je reprochais pour la énième fois à Paul de s’être encore une fois laissé humilié par plusieurs de ses soi disant amis.
Hors de moi, je lui disais même que je pourrais me faire violer qu’il ne remuerait pas un sourcil, et à ce moment je lui demandais de me laisser descendre de voiture.
J’ai commencé à marcher à grandes enjambés, réalisant au fil des pas que je n’étais pas franchement dans un quartier où il faisait bon se promener en talon haut et mini jupe à 2 heures du matin.
Paul m’a rejoint avec la voiture 300 mètres plus loin, mais le mal était fait, je mouillais comme une folle.
Ce soir là, je suis remonté dans la voiture, mais en ne pensant plus qu’à une chose, retrouver cette sensation.
C’est le hasard qui a précipité les choses, alors que je sortais du supermarché, un homme s’est approché de moi pour me faire signer une pétition dont je n’avais rien à faire.
Il était insistant et je n’arrivais pas à en placer une, ce qui est assez rare pour moi.
Alors que je commençais à décharger mon caddie dans le coffre, il était collé derrière moi avec sa planchette posée sur le bord de la voiture et ce simple contact m’a fait frismisterner.
Je ne sais pas si c’est mon comportement ou mon absence de réaction, mais ce mec m’avait littéralement mis la main aux fesses, sans que même l’idée de lui mettre mes 5 doigts en travers de la figure ne me traverse l’esprit.
Il m’a carrément demandé si je voulais baiser et moi contre toute attente, je lui répondais que oui.
Il est monté dans la voiture et l’on est allé se garer dans un parking souterrain un peu plus loin et là il m’a fait ma fête comme il disait.
Cela devait faire 10 ans que je n’avais pas fait l’amour dans une voiture et malgré l’absence de confort de ma clio et l’inexistence totale de préliminaire, j’ai pris un pied énorme et bruyant en moins de 5 minutes.
« Toi ma salope, tu as du passer un sacré moment sans te faire ramoner pour gueuler comme ça ».
Permisterne ne m’avait jamais parlé comme ça et bizarrement, j’appréciais.
Il est sorti de la voiture et a griffonné un numéro de téléphone sur une serviette en papier en me disant que si je voulais remettre le couvert, je n’avais qu’à l’appeler.
Je suis restée de longues minutes abasourdie avant de reprendre mes esprits, d’essuyer avec mon slip encore enroulé autour du frein à main, le sperme qui s’écoulait de mon sexe.
Je l’ai glissé dans mon sac et je suis reparti, jetant par la fenêtre le bout de papier griffonné qui trainait sur le siège passager.
Et tout à coup, c’est la panique qui s’est emparé de moi, j’avais eu un rapport non protégé avec un parfait inconnu.
Je suis rentré chez moi pour me laver et une heure après, je courrais chez mon médecin, qui m’a prescrit une pommade antiseptique et une ordonnance pour passer un test hiv.
Je n’ai presque pas dormi pendant 3 jours avant la délivrance d’un test négatif.
J’ai évité le supermarché pendant plusieurs semaines, mais plus le temps passait, plus mon ventre me tiraillait.
Je me masturbais 3 à 4 fois par jour en repensant à cette étreinte, ça devenait une obsession insupportable.
Je me suis ravitaillé en préservatif et j’ai finalement décidé de retourner faire les courses à mon magasin habituel.
Je ne l’ai pas revu pendant plusieurs jours et finalement alors que je commençais à perdre espoir de le revoir, il est réapparu en frappant à la fenêtre de la voiture.
D’abord effrayé, je baissais la vitre pour m’entendre dire : » alors ma belle, encore le cul en feu ».
Je fus incapable de lui répondre, mais je lui montrais les capotes que j’avais dans le sac.
Il est monté et a décidé de m’emmener chez lui, un petit appartement miteux au huitième étage d’une tour d’un quartier pas trop bien fréquenté.
Il m’a demandé de me déshabillé et de venir le sucer.
Malgré l’odeur d’urine, je l’ai vite embouché et je lui tétais la queue comme si elle était la meilleure des friandises.
Quand il s’est lui aussi déshabillé, je découvrais un homme plutôt musclé et très velu, chose qui jusqu’alors m’avais toujours déplu.
Mais aujourd’hui, je m’en moquais, j’étais juste une femelle qui attendait la saillie et le reste m’importait peu.
Il a enfilé le préservatif, m’a fait mettre à 4 pattes avant de me perforer le sexe.
A chacun de ses mouvements, je couinais de façon indécente et lui me rentrait un doigt dans le cul.
Permisterne ne m’avait encore traité comme ça, et pourtant je jouissais comme une folle.
Alors que j’étais complètement à l’ouest il a, sans me prévenir, investit mon cul.
J’avais déjà pratiqué la sodomie, mais jamais de cette façon, j’en avais le souffle coupé.
C’était au début très douloureux et pour me soulager un peu, je me caressais le clitoris et j’ai eu mon premier orgasme anal et là c’est moi qui l’encourageais avec des mots que je ne me croyais pas capable de prononcer.
« Va y défonce moi bien, éclate moi mon cul de salope, c’est trop bon ».
Je me suis écroulé en même temps que lui et je sentais mister membre se ramollir et mon anus palpiter de bonheur.
Il s’est débarrassé du morceau de latex et a approché sa queue toute gluante de ma bouche.
D’ordinaire cela m’aurait donné envie de vomir, car j’avais toujours refusé d’avaler le sperme de mon mari ou celui de mes autres amants du passé.
Mais là je le nettoyais comme s’il était couvert de miel et je passais même mes doigts sur ma bouche pour ne pas en perdre une goutte.
Je suis resté allongée sur le lit en me caressant de façon impudique pour la première fois devant un homme, mais lui apparemment rassasié ne me prêtait plus aucune attention.
Il m’a demandé de me rhabiller et de partir car il attendait quelqu’un et que si je voulais remettre ça, il serait chez lui vendredi soir.
Il ne m’a même pas raccompagné et c’est la mine toute défaite que j’ai repris l’ascenseur et que je suis partie.
Les talons hauts et le cul en bouillie, ma démarche n’est pas passé inaperçue sur le parking.
Je me suis faite câline le soir, espérant ainsi avoir un rapport tendre et normal avec mon mari, mais il était soi disant trop fatigué et préoccupé par des soucis de boulot.
J’étais désorienté, je ne savais plus ce que je devais faire et bien que je sache que ce que j’avais fait été mal, je ne pensais qu’à recommencer.
J’inventais un prétexte bidon pour le vendredi afin de me rendre au rendez vous chez Hussein, car c’est mister prénom.
Je fus surprise de trouver porte close avec permisterne à l’intérieur, et c’est un voisin qui me dit qu’il allait bientôt rentrer et que je pouvais l’attendre chez lui si je voulais.
Il avait l’air gentil et pas trop mal alors pourquoi pas.
Il m’a offert un thé et m’a rapidement demandé si j’étais la femme bruyante qu’il avait entendu il y a 3 jours.
Je suis devenu morte de honte, mais lui simplement répondre que c’était plus drôle que le mister trop fort de la télé ou de la radio des voisins.
C’est idiot, mais de me dire cela, m’a remis plutôt à l’aise et j’eus le culot de lui demander si lui aussi saurait me faire chanter comme ça.
« Tu n’as pas froid aux yeux toi au moins, mais je veux bien tenter ma chance ».
Joignant le geste à la parole, j’ai relevé ma jupe pour lui montrer que je n’avais rien dessous et je jetais plusieurs capotes sur la table.
Il a ouvert mister pantalon pour laisser sortir un sexe long, épais et tordu.
Je n’en n’avais encore jamais vu un comme ça et je peux vous dire que ça n’a rien de désagréable.
Je l’ai sucé, mais il est venu presque aussitôt, ce qui aurait pu être décevant sauf que ça ne l’a même pas fait débander.
Il a vite enfilé mister capuchon et j’ai levé une jambe pour qu’il me prenne comme ça debout.
C’est rentré comme dans du beurre, mais la position ne lui plaisait apparemment pas, car il m’a assise sur le bord de la table pour commencer à me labourer le ventre.
Et là c’est plutôt drôle, mais mister engin allait bien dans les coins pour me faire vite décoller.
Je n’en revenais pas moi-même de réagir comme ça au quart de tour et alors que j’avais les yeux fermés pour apprécier pleinement mon plaisir je l’entendis parler et dire : » tu avais raimister Hussein, cette nana elle est super chaude et on ne sera pas trop de 2 pour lui donner sa dose »
Merde, qu’est ce que j’allais faire, j’étais embroché sur la table pendant qu’un autre baissait mister pantalon à coté.
Après tout pourquoi ne pas essayer, je ne serais pas la première à tenter une nouvelle expérience et de toute façon, je n’avais pas fini d’y réfléchir que déjà il me présentait sa queue à la bouche.
C’a fait une sensation bizarre au début, mais quand la machine est déjà bien chauffé, ça passe tout seul.
Sucer un homme en se faisant prendre par un autre, sentir 4 mains sur mister corps, ce n’est plus du plaisir, c’est du délire.
Je crois même qu’entres eux, ils s’entrainent mutuellement, car c’est la première fois que l’on me prenait aussi fort et aussi longtemps.
Ils ont chacun éjaculé 3 fois, dont 2 dans ma bouche et même si une double pénétration n’est pas de toute première douceur, quand la douleur s’estompe, ça n’est que du bonheur.
Deux heures comme ça c’est éreintant, mais c’est comme tout, avec un peu d’entrainement, ça devient une formalité.
Et question entrainement, à concurrence de 2 fois pas semaine pendant 2 mois, j’ai perdu 4 kilos et la totalité de mes inhibitions.
Peu à peu, ils ont pris progressivement l’ascendant sur moi pour mon plus grand plaisir et je ne leur refusais rien.
A leur demande, je portais des tenues de plus en plus osées, du string au porte jarretelle en passant par les cuissardes, et quand je franchissais le hall de l’immeuble, j’étais l’attraction qu’il fallait voir passer.
Et malgré la tendance du quartier, permisterne n’était ni agressif ni désagréable avec moi, car je pense que mes 2 amants étaient plutôt respectés dans les lieux.
Aujourd’hui, même si cela peut ne pas paraître conventionnel, j’ai une sexualité épanouie et accepté.
Je ne leur ai imposé que 2 conditions, la discrétion pour mon couple et jamais de rapport sans protection, pour le reste, je vous le raconterai plus tard.

Au fil des jours, malgré le fait que je prenais toujours beaucoup de plaisir, mes 2 amants commençaient à me traiter avec beaucoup plus de gentillesse et de respect, voir à en devenir possessif.
J’ai donc décidé de rester 2 semaines sans venir les voir, pour tenter de leur faire comprendre que je ne voulais pas tomber dans une routine comme avec mon mari.
Ce qui me décida à y retourner partit d’un évènement décevant à la maimister.
Un soir pour faire plaisir à mon mari, je lui avais préparé le grand jeu, repas de chez le traiteur, belle table avec les bougies et pour le dessert, moi dans une tenue plus que sexy.
Pour le repas, on a adoré tous les deux, pour le reste, si je fais impasse sur les 10 minutes de préliminaire, c’est trente secondes et puis plus rien.
Décidément, malgré tout l’amour que j’ai pour lui, il est frustrant pour moi au lit.
Je suis donc retourné voir mes 2 amants turcs qui eux n’ont aucune idée de ce qu’est un préliminaire, mais qui pour le reste, assurent autrement.
Ce n’est pas ce que j’appellerai faire l’amour, c’est juste une bonne partie de baise où chacun est là pour simplement prendre mister pied.
Et eux me baisent comme des morts de faim, m’investissant les orifices selon leur bon vouloir et sans chercher à savoir si je suis d’accord.
Il faut admettre qu’avec les cris qu’ils obtiennent de moi, il est évident que j’aime ça.
Ils mistert par contre partagés entre 2 sentiments, leur volonté de me garder pour eux seul, et la frustration de ne plus arriver à m’épuiser comme ils le faisaient au début.
Expérience et endurance, ont commencé à donner des résultats.
Hussein et Khaled se mistert enfin décidés à faire intervenir un troisième convive à nos sauteries.
Plusieurs fois de suite, pendant que l’on baisait, on venait frapper à la porte.
J’entendais parler, mais permisterne n’entrait sauf une fois.
Il s’appelle Serge, c’est un camerounais immense, laid comme un pou, mais monté comme un âne.
D’ailleurs, la première fois qu’il est venu, je n’ai pu que le sucer car les capotes étaient trop petites.
Il ne doit pas baiser souvent, car lui quand il éjacule, c’est du yogourt, et il t’en met partout.
A trois ils ont enfin repris le dessus, et même si je dois prendre quelques précautions avant de m’embrocher sur Serge, quand ils s’agitent tous ensemble, c’est ravageur pendant une bonne heure avant de devenir ensuite seulement agréable.
Comme Serge habite dans un foyer, en plus de me traiter de tous les noms comme ils le faisaient depuis le début, à chaque fois ils m’excitent maintenant en me faisant rêver de me faire baiser par tous ces mecs en manque de femme.
Et ça marche, je couine comme une truie comme ils disent, quand ils me parlent ainsi et c’est le moment que je préfère pour me faire enculer par la grosse queue noire de mon géant.
C’est pourtant douloureux, mais j’adore quand il me casse cul, et ce n’est pas qu’une image car après des séances comme celles là, impossible de marcher droit.
Et les 2 autres se plaignent, car quand on passe derrière lui, le passage est tellement agrandi, qu’ils ne sentent plus grand-chose.
J’ai regardé sur internet et j’ai trouvé une espèce de gode creux, qui les remettrai à égalité, mais ça n’était pas donné alors je leur en ai parlé.
L’idée les a surpris, mais leur a plu, et pour l’argent, ils m’ont simplement annoncé que je n’aurais que quelques pipes à faire un soir.
La réponse m’a tout d’abord choqué, je n’étais pas une putain quand même.
Ils se mistert moqués de moi en me disant que je pourrais sucer 15 mecs gratuitement, et que je jouais les pucelles s’ils donnaient un petit billet pour me remercier.
Présenté comme ça, je me suis senti idiote et finalement, et pourquoi ne pas accepter un petit remerciement après tout.
La semaine d’après, Hussein et Khaled m’ont emmené dans leur voiture sur un chantier où ils travaillaient.
Dans une espèce de mobil home, il y avait 6 ou 7 ouvriers à qui ils proposèrent que je leur fasse une pipe pour 10 euros.
Seul 5 d’entre eux ont accepté et à par pour un d’entre eux, l’affaire fut entendu très vite car une demi heure après on était reparti et j’en étais presque déçu.
J’avais recueilli suffisamment d’argent pour ce que je voulais acheter, mais Hussein me demanda si je voulais continuer, car il connaissait un autre chantier à moins de 10 kilomètres, mais que là, ils étaient plus nombreux.
J’ai fait celle qui hésitait en leur disant que moi pendant ce temps là je ne prenais pas mon pied.
« Si il n’y a que ça, on peux te baiser pendant que tu les suces ».
La réponse était idiote, mais j’ai accepté.
Un quart d’heure plus tard, on est entré sur un autre chantier où là, ils étaient 14 et tous volontaires.
Cela s’est bien passé, mais à un moment j’ai eu un peu peur, car certains d’entre eux en auraient bien voulu plus, mais mes deux amants ont su faire preuve d’autorité pour éviter que ça ne dégénère.
Ils ont gardé 50 euros pour allé acheter le gode, et m’ont donné le reste pour que je puisse m’offrir ce que je voulais.
L’attention m’a vraiment plu, et je ne regrettais plus du tout de l’avoir fait.
On n’a pas couché ensemble après car il était déjà tard et même si mon mari ne faisait pas preuve de grande jalousie, je ne voulais pas non plu qu’il commence à se poser trop de question, déjà que 1 à 2 fois par semaine je rentrais autour des 22 heures, il ne fallait pas en rajouter.
La séance d’après, le nouveau jouet était présent et il était bien plus impressionnant qu’en photo.
Il n’était pas vraiment plus gros que celui de Serge, mais il était plus long d’au moins 5 centimètres.
Il a d’ailleurs fallu que je m’y habitue doucement dans le ventre car il venait taper au fond de ma chatte et ça n’avait rien d’agréable, mais les 2 l’ont vite compris.
Par contre pour le cul, au début avec préparation, puis ensuite sans concession, c’était super.
Il nous a fallu quelques séances pour en tirer réellement tous les profits, mais après j’avais du mal à m’en passer, et l’équilibre macho entre mes amants était rétabli.
J’ai comme ça pris mon pied pendant plusieurs mois comme ça, au rythme d’une fois par semaine quand ils étaient 3, et de 2 fois quand ils n’étaient que 2.
Une fois ils m’ont emmené en voiture dans une espèce de petit bois, où ils m’ont baisé à l’intérieur avec le plafonnier allumé pendant que plusieurs hommes se masturbaient à l’extérieur et j’étais dans un tel état d’excitation que ce mistert eux qui m’ont empêché d’ouvrir la portière et ainsi évité le pire.
Ils m’ont bien dit qu’ils étaient d’accord pour que j’essaie avec plus d’hommes, mais ils veulent d’une part pouvoir maitriser la situation et d’autre part, quand je sois saine d’esprit, ce n’est pas forcément un fantasme que je souhaite réaliser, mais qui sait ?

Un internaute m’a suggéré de faire lire mes récits à mes amants et je trouvais l’idée plutôt excitante, ce fut en fait pire que cela.
Ils ont été à la fois flatté et vexé, de la façon dont je les décrivais, mais surtout, ils ont eu accès à une chose à laquelle je n’avais pas pensé, ce que je ressentais.
J’étais presque plus gênée de leur révéler mes sensations et mes envies, que de me faire baiser.
Je ne regrette pas pourtant de l’avoir fait et je suis même allée jusqu’à leur faire lire les innombrables mails que j’avais reçu où certains n’hésitaient pas à me faire des propositions de scénarios vraiment torride.
Ce fut finalement ce qui mit le piment qu’il manquait jusqu’alors car soyons honnête, je ne leur faisais lire que ceux qui m’excitaient vraiment, autant dire, moins de 10% de ceux que je recevais.
L’un des tous premiers scénarios qu’ils me firent réaliser, fut de les sucer en extérieur les yeux bandés.
Je pensais que l’on allait faire ça dans la campagne ou dans un bois et là je me suis bien trompé car le lieu fut le parking d’un restaurant routier.
Je ne sais pas à qui, ni combien de sexe j’ai pu sucer, mais par contre, j’ai mouillé comme une folle à le faire et je ne sais pas s’ils étaient encore tous là quand mes amants m’ont sautés dans la voiture sans m’enlever le bandeau, mais rien que d’imaginer que ça pouvait être le cas, j’ai eu un de ces orgasmes qui m’a foudroyée.
Je reconnais que ce soir là, je n’en n’ai eu qu’un, mais il m’a littéralement coupé en deux.
Ils ont remis cela une fois rentré, mais le désir n’y était plus.
C’était la première fois finalement que je faisais ça avec de vrais inconnus que je ne voyais même pas et je n’avais qu’une hâte, c’était de recommencer.
Ils m’ont baisé comme ça plusieurs fois les yeux bandés à leur appartement, mais il me manquait le frismister de l’inconnu.
Dans mes rêveries, je ne pensais plus qu’à ça, je me voyais toute nue au milieu d’inconnus lubriques, abusant de moi.
Franchir le pas est autre chose, mais cela m’obsédait de plus en plus.
Je leur ai demandé de renouveler la séance du parking, mais ils m’ont répondu qu’il fallait prendre mister temps, sinon que je n’avais qu’à y aller toute seule.
Ils m’ont fait languir plus d’un mois avant de me remmener dehors, en me promettant que là ce ne serait pas trois routiers que je sucerais, mais sûrement davantage et qui te baiseront peut être aussi.
Je regrettais ce soir là d’être venu en jeans, mais un regret de très courte durée car tous mes fringues ont fini dans le coffre.
Un gros frismister m’a parcouru le dos quand ils m’ont mis le bandeau et quand une dizaine de minutes plus tard, ils ont garé la voiture.
Ils mistert sortis à l’extérieur et je suis resté ainsi pendant un petit moment, seule à l’intérieur.
Je ne savais pas ou j’étais et je commençais à me faire plein de film dans la tête, j’avais peur et pourtant cela m’excitait vraiment.
J’ai enfin entendu des bruits de pas et des hommes qui discutaient : » Ils nous ont pas menti, elle est à poil dans la voiture ».
La portière s’est ouverte et ils m’ont faite sortir.
Je ne savais ni où j’étais, ni avec qui et pourtant j’adorais.
J’ai rapidement eu un sexe dans la bouche et des mains sur mes seins et mes fesses et un homme qui demandait si on pouvait me la mettre où on veut.
Et Hussein a répondu : » partout elle aime ça ».
On m’a allongée sur une table je suppose et l’un d’eux a lancé : » Eh les mecs si on lui rasait la touffe on y verrait mieux ».
J’ai voulu me redresser pour protester, mais j’ai juste failli m’étouffer avec le sexe qui s’est enfoncé dans ma gorge.
Quand j’ai senti les premiers coups de rasoir sur mon pubis je me suis raidi, mais je n’osais pas bouger.
Pour m’être déjà fait le maillot plusieurs fois, je savais qu’il suffit de pas grand-chose pour se couper, alors je les laissais faire et malgré moi je mouillais.
« On y voit pas mieux comme ça, l’escalope à l’air et juteuse à point ».
J’ai entendu : « attendez les mecs, faut mettre les capotes ».
Ils m’ont tiré vers le bord de la table et ont commencé à me prendre l’un après l’autre pendant que Khaled me disait à l’oreille : « ça te plait que ces salauds te baisent, qu’ils bavent sur toi comme des porcs, attends qu’ils s’attaquent à ton cul, tu va aimer ».
Je ne sais pas si c’est les paroles ou les mecs qui s’agitaient entre mes cuisses, mais je jouissais pas violemment comme la dernière fois, mais plus longtemps et en plusieurs fois.
On m’a libéré la bouche pour me retourner et me mettre le cul au bord de la table.
Le premier qui m’a investi l’anus l’a fait plus doucement que ce que mes amants me faisaient d’ordinaire et ouvrant la bouche pour la première fois, je lui demandais de ne pas m’enculer comme une pucelle.
J’ai senti comme une agitation derrière moi : « Vous avec entendu les gars, elle veut se faire ramoner la dame, faut lui en mettre un coup ».
Et pendant je ne sais pas combien de temps, ils se mistert relayés entre mes fesses avec une réelle ardeur.
Ce soir là, pour la première fois, j’ai découché, car premièrement mon mari était en déplacement pour trois jours, et deuxièmement je n’en pouvais plus.
La séance a dû durer 2 ou 3 heures, je ne sais pas trop, mais c’était vraiment très dur surtout quant le plaisir est au rendez vous.
Je suis d’ailleurs restée 3 semaines sans venir voir mes amants qui malgré mes remerciements regrettaient d’y être allé un peu fort.
Je leur ai dit que j’espérais que l’on pourrait remettre ça, mais pas tout de suite, et que je comptais sur eux pour que ce soit aussi bien voire encore meilleur.
Et pourquoi pas le mois prochain quand Serge sera revenu du Cameroun.
Cette histoire est totalement vécue, et je remercie celui qui en a donné l’idée à mes amants.

Avant de vous conter la suite, je tenais à remercier certains visiteurs de ce site, pour leurs mots gentils et leurs idées originales et je ne ferais aucun commentaire sur les mails injurieux.
J’avais gouté au frismister de l’inconnu et je ne vois plus comment je pourrais m’en passer dorénavant, ni où cela allait me mener.
Quand Serge est rentré, ils l’ont bien sur mis au courant de mes dernières péripéties et m’ont proposé un jeu, il s’agissait de m’emmener sur un chantier où je sucerais les ouvriers pour 5 euros avec 3 objectifs possibles :
Si j’atteignais 50 euros, ils me ramenaient chez les routiers.
Si j’atteignais les 100 euros, ils ne limitaient pas le nombre de participant.
Si je dépassais les 150 euros, ils me faisaient passer une nuit dans le foyer de Serge.
Ce que j’aimais dans ce jeu, c’est que finalement c’est moi qui fixais la frontière, mais si je me sentais capable d’atteindre les 3 paliers, je n’étais pas du tout sur de moi quand à mes capacités à faire face au résultat.
Le rendez vous était fixé au mercredi suivant, et j’ai passé 5 jours à réfléchir et à fantasmer là-dessus.
Réflexion et fantasme, mistert des points de vue diamétralement opposés, car ce genre de fantasme n’a rien de raimisternable.
Finalement, quand je suis monté dans leur camionnette, je n’avais toujours pas pris ma décision, je laissais le destin choisir pour moi.
Quand on est arrivé, je fus tout d’abord déçue, ils n’étaient que 7 et en faisant mon petit calcul mental, je ne pouvais pas aller bien loin avec si peu de candidats.
Hussein l’a tout de suite vu, et m’a gentiment dit que ce n’était qu’une mise en jambe, pour être sur de ne pas décevoir les autres ailleurs.
Encore une fois, le fait de ne pas savoir ce qui allait suivre m’a donné le frismister, il a en plus rajouté, ceux que tu auras sucé, pourront te baiser à l’œil s’ils le veulent.
Joignant le geste à la parole, ils m’ont totalement déshabillé et je me suis retrouvé à quatre pattes devant ces hommes alignés devant moi.
Pour la séance de fellation, cela se fit en moins de 20 minutes, mais la suite ne se passa pas comme prévu.
Les deux premiers me prirent assez rapidement en levrette, mais le suivant et 2 autres voulaient faire la même chose mais sans capote.
Le ton est monté, et je ne suis retrouvé balancée par terre, mes amants furent obligés d’en venir aux mains et cela mis un terme à la soirée.
C’était la première fois que cela se passait ainsi et j’ai eu très peur et rien à voir avec les frismisters que j’avais tant apprécié avant.
Il est très important de ne pas faire n’importe quoi et je ne le réalisais que maintenant, alors pour ceux ou celles qui croient que cela est toujours idyllique, je les préviens de prendre toujours un maximum de précaution, car il y a une grande différence entre un acte consenti et un viol, ce qui aurait pu m’arriver.
Finalement rassuré par l’attitude protectrice de mes amants, je décidais quelques jours plus tard de tenter de nouveau l’expérience.
Cela se passa différemment cette fois, ce fut sur un autre chantier et les hommes mistert entrés un par un pour se faire sucer.
Je n’ai joui qu’au retour quand mes amants m’ont pris ensemble dans un parking souterrain, en pensant aux 120 euros que j’avais récolté et aux conséquences qui allaient en découler.
Je posais juste 2 conditions, que cela se passe le mercredi de la semaine suivante car mon mari serait en déplacement, et que se soit moi qui m’épile le minou car la séance du rasoir la dernière fois aurait pu mal se passer.
Pour le reste, je leur laissais carte blanche.
Ils m’ont juste demandé pour ce soir là, que je mette un porte-jarretelle et des hauts talons, car c’était le choix des routiers.
Je ne vous dis pas dans quel état d’excitation j’étais, quand dans la voiture, je me suis retrouvé les yeux bandés dans cette tenue avec le sexe lisse d’une gamine.
Pendant tout le trajet, ils n’ont pas arrêté de faire des allusions à tous ces mecs en rut qui allaient me sauter et aux mètres de bites que j’allais prendre car eux même ne savaient combien ils seraient.
Je suçais Serge qui conduisait pendant que les deux autres n’arrêtaient pas de m’agacer le clitoris, je mouillais comme une folle.
Quand on s’est enfin garé, Serge se décida enfin à m’inonder les amygdales d’une belle quantité de sperme et je faillis presque m’étouffer tellement je fus surprise par le moment et la quantité, et cela les fis bien rire.
Et quand ma porte s’ouvrit, j’entendis : » et regardais, ils ont tenu parole, elle est sapée comme une chienne et elle a même rasé la touffe, putain ça c’est de la gonzesse.
Si le message est bien passé sur la ci bi, elle ne va pas être déçue la dame ».
Ils m’ont faite monter dans une remorque et allonger sur des sacs de je ne sais pas quoi.
« La dernière fois elle nous a tous mis sur les rotules, on va voir si on peux en faire autant ».
Dans ma tête, il y avait le feu et pas que là d’ailleurs, jamais je ne m’étais senti comme ça et j’ai eu un premier orgasme dès que j’ai senti le premier sexe se positionner contre l’entrée de mon sexe.
Après, je n’ai plus rien maitrisé, je sentais des mains partout, des sexes dans tous mes orifices et contrairement à la fois précédente, ils voulaient tous m’embrasser.
Et bien je peux vous dire que c’est aussi super excitant d’embrasser à pleine bouche tous ces hommes que je ne voyais pas.
Mais au bout d’un certain moment, même si ma tête en voulait toujours, mon corps n’était plus au rendez vous.
A la fin je devais davantage ressembler à un morceau de viande que l’on secouait dans tous les sens, qu’à une femme qui fait l’amour, d’ailleurs j’ai entendu leur satisfaction de m’avoir fait déposer les armes.
Je n’étais même plus capable de me mettre debout et m’ont gentiment porté jusqu’à la voiture où mes amants ont tant bien que mal réussi à me rhabiller.
Je les ai entendu dire dans l’espèce de brouillard où j’étais que j’avais réussi à en satisfaire une bonne douzaine avant de craquer et je ne sais pas combien mistert passés ensuite.
Ils m’ont ramené jusqu’à leur appartement ou j’ai dormi un bon nombre d’heures.
Le réveil ne fut d’ailleurs pas très brillant, j’avais la tête d’un soir de cuite et l’entrejambe et l’anus en feu, mais là pas de désir, mais de douleur.
Je sais aujourd’hui qu’il y a une limite à tout et que certains de mes fantasmes ne pourront rester que des fantasmes, si je ne veux pas me dégouter du sexe.
Mais bien que j’eus mis un certain temps à m’en remettre, je ne regrette pas de l’avoir fait, car même si cela risque de vous surprendre, savoir qu’il y a une limite est rassurant.
Et même si aujourd’hui je n’ai pas la moindre idée de comment cela finira, je trouve cela moins effrayant.
Je vous embrasse tous

Je pense m’être faite désirer depuis quelques mois, mais ma situation a quelque peu changé.
Effectivement, deux événements important mistert venus perturber ma vie, Hussein a été arrêté pour situation irrégulière sur le territoire et Khaled a disparu sans laisser d’adresse.
Me voilà donc sans mes deux amants, ne me restant que Serge qui vivant en foyer, ne me laisse pas beaucoup de latitude pour mes joyeuses parties de jambe en l’air.
Avec beaucoup de prudence, un soir je l’ai accompagné dans le foyer en prenant bien soin d’être la plus discrète possible.
On a pu donc baiser dans sa chambre, mais je n’y ai pas pris un pied exceptionnel, alors pour me donner le frismister, il m’a emmené dans la douche à l’autre bout du couloir.
Il était certes prés de deux heures du matin, mais on été dans un bâtiment avec plus de 120 bonhommes qui n’avaient certainement eu pas l’occasion de voir une femme depuis un moment.
Il m’a sodomisé sous la douche avec la main sur le visage pour m’empêcher de réveiller quelqu’un et là j’ai vraiment pris mon pied.
Avec une petite anecdote qui va vous faire sourire, car pendant qu’il me travaillait le derrière, je m’étais introduit un savon entier dans la chatte pour corser la pénétration, et c’est surtout à ne pas faire car c’est très agréable pendant l’acte mais irritant au possible au bout d’une quinzaine de minutes.
Et malgré de multiples rinçages, je suis resté plus d’une journée avec l’entre jambe toute irritée.
Je n’ai pas voulu renouveler l’expérience, et comme Serge n’était pas d’une grande imagination, c’est moi qui lui ai demandé s’il ne connaissait pas quelqu’un chez qui on pourrait se rencontrer.
Il m’a laissé une dizaine de jours sans nouvelles, avant de me dire qu’il avait trouvé un appartement où l’on pourrait se voir l’après midi.
Je l’ai donc rejoint à l’adresse indiquée dont effectivement il avait les clefs.
La seule chose qu’il avait oublié de préciser, c’est ce n’était pas un, mais une amie qui occupait l’appartement et quelle ne fut pas ma surprise la troisième fois où j’y suis allé, de voir entrer cette femme alors que j’étais en 69 sur mon grand black.
Je ne l’ai pas vu tout de suite, et c’est seulement quand elle a ouvert la bouche pour commenter mon enthousiasme à le sucer.
« houa, elle l’aime ton gros machin ! »
Je me suis relevé vulgarement en entendant cette voix, me demandant encore comment je ne lui avais pas cassé le nez et je me suis caché les seins avec les mains.
«T’inquiètes pas madame, continue et laisse m’en un morceau quand t’auras fini »
Serge m’a attrapé par les hanches et comme une poupée de chiffon m’a renvoyé à mon ouvrage.
Et j’entendais la femme derrière moi faire des commentaires.
« Tu lui as mis ton machin dans les fesses, c’est encore tout ouvert »
Bizarrement, ça ne m’excitait pas vraiment, mais ça me faisait rire.
Elle s’est déshabillée, et le plus simplement du monde, elle est venue le sucer avec moi.
Je me suis relevé pour lui laisser la place et surtout voir à quoi elle ressemblait.
Elle devait avoir une dizaine d’année de plus que moi, une paire de fesse énorme et des mamelles de vache.
Je n’avais encore jamais vu une noire nue et qui plus est, avalant goulûment l’éclair au chocolat de mon amant.
Elle n’était pas vraiment belle, mais elle aimait le cul sans fioriture, car quand elle s’est mise à quatre pattes sur le lit et a demandé à Serge de venir la lui mettre dans la chatte qu’elle s’écartait avec les doigts.
Il lui a tout mis d’un coup, et je regardais la scène devant moi, ne réalisant même pas que j’étais en train de me masturber.
Cela a bien duré une vingtaine de minute, il faut dire que c’était quand même pour lui la troisième fois de l’après midi et ce n’était pas pour déplaire à sa partenaire qui couinait bruyamment.
J’ai joui aussi, bien que n’étant que spectatrice de la scène.
On est resté plusieurs minutes à reprendre notre souffle et j’ai commencé à discuter avec elle.
Je vous passe mister accent que je n’arrive pas à retranscrire à l’écrit, mais alors que Serge s’était déjà rhabillé pour partir et que moi j’allais faire de même, elle me demanda si je voulais bien rester discuter un peu avec elle.
Je n’étais pas très à l’aise, mais je suis tout de même resté.
Elle a enfilé un peignoir et s’est rendu dans la cuisine pour nous préparer un café.
Bien qu’étant venu plusieurs fois, j’ai pris le temps de regarder un peu mister intérieur, qui certes ne respirait pas la richesse, mais qui était très propre.
Devant une tasse de café elle m’a demandé depuis combien de temps je connaissais Serge, si c’était du sérieux.
Elle eu l’air satisfaite quand je lui ai répondu que c’était juste pour le sexe et que j’étais marié.
« Toi au moins t’es franche et j’aime bien ! »
Bien sur c’est le sexe qui est resté au centre de la discussion, et elle m’avoua qu’elle aimait beaucoup ça, mais qu’avec les années et mister physique, ce n’était plus franchement souvent fête.
De fil en aiguille, elle me fit une proposition qui me plu beaucoup.
Elle me proposa si j’étais d’accord de me mettre en contact avec des hommes qu’elle connaissait, mais en me demandant de pouvoir aussi en profiter un peu.
Je lui précisais que j’avais prise l’habitude d’en avoir plusieurs en même temps et cela eu plus l’air de lui plaire que le contraire.
La première fois ce fut seulement avec Serge, mais il avait déjà du mal avec moi toute seule, alors je ne vous dis pas avec deux affamées.
Le seul truc original que j’ai vu ce jour là, c’est qu’elle lui mettait le doigt dans le cul quand elle le suçait et cela n’avait pas l’air de lui déplaire.
Elle me présenta ensuite à quelqu’un à qui elle dit le plus simplement du monde que je voulais juste me faire sauter par un noir.
Je fus un peu déçu, car bien que bel homme d’une cinquantaine d’année, il était un peu cours physiquement et bien que ce fût agréable, on ne peut pas dire que j’ai pris mon pied.
Je n’ai pas eu besoin de faire de commentaire, elle comprit de suite que c’était autre chose que je cherchais.
Elle me fit donc revenir la semaine suivante en m’annonçant qu’elle avait une surprise pour moi.
Quand je suis arrivé, il n’y avait encore qu’elle et elle me demanda d’aller me déshabiller et de m’allonger sur le lit.
J’ai entendu frapper à la porte et des voix d’hommes se mistert élevées dans l’entrée.
Elle les a fait rentrer dans la chambre, pour leur montrer qu’il y avait une petite bourgeoise blanche qui les attendait pour se faire sauter.
« Elle est pas bien grosse, mais elle a le feu au cul ».
Ils se mistert plutôt vite déshabillés et comme c’est souvent le cas, ce fut une séance de pipe en règle.
Malgré la taille tout à fait normale de leur sexe, j’y pris un grand plaisir car cela faisait de longues semaines que je ne m’étais pas offerte ce genre de plaisir.
J’ai un droit à une belle partie de baise dans les règles avec mon amie Annie (ce n’est pas mister vrai prénom) qui se chargeait de les remettre en forme quand ils avaient le pavillon en berne.
Là elle a réalisé ce que j’aimais vraiment, elle m’a d’ailleurs demandé clairement combien il m’en fallait pour me satisfaire, elle n’en revenait pas de l’ardeur que j’y avais mis.
J’ai recommencé deux autres fois avec les mêmes hommes en ajoutant toutefois des dessous provocant, car l’expérience aidant, je savais que cela motivait largement mieux les ardeurs.
C’est vrai que je les ai trouvé plus pervers de s’envoyer la petite blanche en porte-jarretelles et mon petit cul s’en est trouvé bien récompensé, ainsi que celui de ma copine qui a adoré sa première double pénétration.
Finalement avec une autre femme, c’était devenu beaucoup plus drôle et moins sordide.
Je trouvais d’ailleurs vraiment excitant, quand l’une des deux encourageait les hommes à en faire toujours plus, quand la complicité s’installe, deux femmes mistert finalement plus perverses que ces messieurs.
L’amalgame de la planche à pain au petit cul tout pale et la doudou noire toute en rondeur faisait fureur.
Cela faisait à peine un mois que nous nous connaissions, quand elle me demanda si je voulais l’accompagner danser au « Coconuts », une boîte créole à l’autre bout de la ville.
J’étais d’accord bien sur, mais il fallait attendre que j’eu une opportunité avec mon mari pour pouvoir sortir le soir, quand il était absent.
J’ai du attendre quatre semaine avant d’avoir enfin cette opportunité, qu’il parte faite un stage de cinq jours au Luxembourg.
Ce soir là, c’était sortie sans culotte et c’est moi qui devais servir d’appât pour la fin de soirée.
A l’intérieur, hormis une des serveuses, j’étais la seule blanche au milieu de tous ces noirs et bien que ma jupe m’arrivait à mi cuisse, je la trouvais tout à coup ridiculement minuscule.
La musique était sympa, le punch était bon et Annie connaissait plusieurs permisternes qui nous tenaient compagnie.
Finalement, s’il n’y avait pas eu l’alcool et la chaleur, je crois que cela aurait été une soirée tout à fait normale.
Mais ma faible résistance à l’alcool m’a rendu toute joyeuse et a fait gentiment s’envoler toutes mes inhibitions.
Je me suis donc retrouvé pour le plus grand plaisir de ma copine, au milieu de la piste de danse, à me faire draguer par tous ce qui passait à ma porté.
Pour le coller serrer, on peut dire que j’y ai vite pris goût au point de me retrouver bien souvent la jupe remontée sur mes fesses à l’air au milieu des danseurs.
Si Annie n’était pas intervenu, je crois que je me serais faite sauter au milieu de la foule.
Elle a discuté avec l’un d’entre eux qui nous a proposé de venir finir la soirée avec ses amis chez lui.
J’ai laissé mon amie prendre le volant de ma voiture car je n’étais plus en état de conduire et on les a suivi jusqu’à une résidence plutôt pas mal.
On était deux femmes pour neuf hommes au début et trois autres de plus qui les ont rejoints plus tard.
Même si ma copine avait plus de forme, c’était moi qui passais au pelotage en règle et quand j’ai passé la porte de l’appartement, j’avais déjà les nichons à l’air.
Je me suis dégagé pour demander à tous de s’écarter pour que je puisse finir de me déshabiller ce qui ne fut vraiment pas long, et que mon amie puisse sortir les rouleaux de capotes de mister sac.
« Maintenant je vous veux tous à poil et que vous déshabillez ma copine ».
J’ai commencé à danser toute seule, mais très vite fut entouré de partout par des sexes bien dur que je sentais se frotter contre mon ventre et mon dos.
J’ai fait le premier zouk de ma vie, embrochée devant et derrière et sans toucher le sol.
En moins de trente secondes, je criais mon premier orgasme, et ce ne fut pas le dernier.
Je suis passé de bras en bras, debout, couchée, assise, et je me faisais emboîter comme un lego.
Annie elle étant un peu plus difficile à manipuler se faisait prendre les trois trous allongé par terre.
Elle a tenu ainsi une bonne heure et demi, et moi une petite heure de plus, mais on a fini toutes les deux fourbus et saoules.
On a dormi chez le propriétaire de l’appartement qui a eu le droit à l’exclusivité au petit matin de nos bouches, unique orifice qui pouvait encore servir.
En partant, Annie a prit mister numéro de téléphone en lui promettant de le rappeler, et nous sommes rentrés en piteux état, mais heureuse de notre petite soirée.
On l’a rappelé quelques jours plus tard, mais à l’heure où j’écris ce texte, nous n’y sommes pas encore retournées.

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