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The Party Ch. 1

By: Spirit of the Tao



When Dan heard what his best friend John had just told him, he could hardly believe his ears. And when Dan actually looked across the crowded living room, he could hardly believe his eyes either. "Oh...my...God," Dan stammered as he realized John was right. "See pal, " John laughed, slapping Dan on the back. "I told you she was staring at you." The two eighteen year old men once again shifted their gaze back across the mass of high school partygoers to the beauty that was Amy Mitchell. 

Amy Mitchell was something out of Dan's most intimate dreams and desires, and not just sexual dreams and desires either. Amy was a senior at Limestoneville High and was a bit of a social enigma. Physically she was pretty much perfect, standing tall at 5'11" and having a thin, yet well-toned body from her years of soccer and basketball. Amy had long blonde hair, flowing a little past her shoulders and the biggest brown eyes Dan had ever seen. Dan would often stare at her from his seat in the classes they had together, gazing with intense longing at her perfectly round C-cup breasts, her tight, round ass, and her long legs and toned thighs. Amy's skin was another physical aspect that the guys in Limestoneville drooled over. She had a perpetual tan, giving her skin a soft, vibrant glow even in the midst of winter.

However, while Dan often found himself locked in his bedroom after school, jerking himself silly to Amy's image, he loved her personality. Well, what personality he had glimpsed from the few times he actually had the pleasure of talking to Amy. She seemingly was happy and vibrant all the time, constantly smiling her beautiful smile to anyone she passed. Amy was a popular girl, who could have been even more popular if she hung out with the in-crowd. However, Amy had no social clique at the high school. She talked, laughed, and was friendly with anyone she thought was nice. That aspect got her turned away from some of the more popular crowds, who had no concept of what respect to others actually meant. But, it never seemed to bother Amy, who casually went on with her happy life.

"Snap out of it man!" John said, slapping the back of Dan's head in a friendly manner. "Quit staring off into space and go up and talk to the girl."

Dan drifted back from his reverie, shaking his head at John. "I don't know, John," he said. "She is probably just looking over in this direction at somebody else. I mean, why would Amy Mitchell be staring at me?"

Dan just laughed and shook his head. "Buddy, all I know is the girl of your dreams is looking right at you, and she still is by the way." Dan looked over and saw that Amy was indeed still looking at him, with a shy smile on her face. "Come on, Dan," John continued. "Guys like you and me are never gonna have a chance with any of the girls at this party. I mean, these are 'high-clique people' here and we only got invited because you helped Samantha Mathers pass her Math exam." John looked right at Dan now, with a dead serious look on his face. "Don't blow this opportunity, man. Even if you get rejected, at least you'll have finally tried what you've been dreaming about for three years."

Dan stared at his friend, then looked back across the room at Amy, then looked back at John again and sighed. "Here I go," Dan said, trying to smile and sound confident, but failing miserably. Dan worked his way across the living room of Samantha's house, keeping his eyes on Amy all the while, fearing that if he lost her gaze, this would all be revealed as a dream. Dan finally made it up next to Amy and said "Hello."

Except "Hello" isn't what came out of his mouth. Amy was wearing a tan, V-neck shirt and a short black skirt, both of which accented her beautifully tanned body to the highest degree. Dan noticed her stunning beauty for the first time tonight as he approached and said "Hello." However, all that came out of Dan's mouth was "Ahhhh." 

Amy smiled as Dan tried to mumble something and then broke out into loud laughter. She leaned back against the wall, holding her stomach, trying to compose herself. Dan, looked completely defeated and turned to walk away, back into his high school obscurity when he felt a hand grab his arm.

"Wait," Amy said, her laughter dying down and a sad look came across her face. "I'm sorry to have laughed at you. It was so rude, but your face had the funniest expression on it and I couldn't help myself." 

Dan turned and smiled. "Yeah, I guess I did look pretty funny. What I meant to say with that funny expression is 'Hi Amy.'" Amy smiled and extended her hand towards Dan. "Hi there Dan, how's things going." 

Dan almost fell down in disbelief. He couldn't begin to understand how this goddess had remembered his name after only talking to him once or twice over the course of three years. "Umm, hi Amy. Things are cool. Pretty nice party, huh?" Dan looked around the living room, crowded with teenagers all dancing and drinking.

"Yeah, I guess it's ok," Amy said, following Dan's gaze. "I'm not much into this crowd though. Too many social bigots here, if you get my meaning." As a victim of their social bigotry, Dan got the meaning sure enough. "So," Dan began, "How'd you end up here tonight then? I mean, a nice girl like you and all." Amy grinned at that statement. "Well, not all the people here are that bad. Samantha Mathers is the Queen Bitch of the school, but some of her crowd is cool enough," Amy replied. "So Dan," she continued, "What about you? You never hang around with these people. How'd you end up here?" Amy smiled, "A nice guy like you and all."

Dan laughed and for the first time in his high school career, actually felt relaxed around a girl. Dan explained to Amy about his tutoring of Samantha and how he helped her pass her Math exam. In return, Samantha so graciously invited Dan and a friend to her next party, and they didn't dare pass up that invite. 

Amy and Dan spent the next hour or so talking over the music, leaning against the living room wall like two wallflowers. They didn't care about not socializing with anyone else, because who were they to socialize with? Dan did feel the need to look for John and see how he was doing, but couldn't find his friend anywhere and excepted the fact that John must have left. 

As the two new friends continued their conversation, Dan's desire of Amy only grew stronger. She was smart and kind, complimenting Dan on his new button-down shirt and slacks. Their talking never lapsed, even for one second, as they often finished each other's sentences, breaking up into laughter as the people around them gave the two some looks. 

After over an hour of shouting into each other's ears to talk, Amy took Dan's hand in hers and said, "Let's go out back and talk. Somewhere where it's more quiet." Dan readily agreed and allowed Amy to lead him through the kitchen and out the back door. Samantha's parents were both lawyers and consequently, her parents were both rich. This wealth was reflected in their property. The backyard was huge, with a large wooden patio deck, gardens, a pool, and a walkway leading to a small hedge maze. 

"WOW!" Dan cried as he set foot into this suburban paradise. Amy laughed as she gazed into Dan's green eyes. "Yeah, tell me about it. Samantha's parents really know how to spend money, huh?" Amy led the dazed Dan across the green lawn and up to the hedge maze, which was illuminated softly by the numerous lights along its path. Dan stopped at the entrance to the maze. "Do you think we'll get lost," he asked with a half-serious look on his face. "I mean, I would be too embarrassed to ever go back to school if I got lost in a hedge maze at a big party." Amy gave Dan a bright, big smile and grabbed his hand. "Let's see what happens," she laughed playfully, running into the maze and pulling Dan along with her.

The two ran through the twists and turns of the maze, laughing the entire time, and eventually navigated themselves to its center. Now it was Amy's turn to look stunned. "Wow," she mumbled at the sight before her. In the center of the hedge maze was a large pond, with glistening water flowing gently in the breeze. Three marble benches surrounded the pond and the entire area was softly lit by the glow of lights outlining the pond's diameter. 

"You said it," Dan grinned, and the two took a seat on one of the benches. Upon sitting, Amy curled up next to Dan, much to his total surprise, leaning her head upon his shoulder. "Mind?" Amy asked. "Not at all," Dan replied, putting his arm around her shoulders. "Now this is more like it," Amy said, gazing into the rippling water of the pond. "It's so quiet and peaceful here. I could stay her all night."

"Me too," Dan agreed, turning his gaze away from the pond and looking down at Amy. Dan gasped to himself when he noticed that with Amy snuggled up against him, he could see clear down her shirt. Dan felt his cock expand and harden as he saw Amy's full breasts outlined snugly in her black bra. 

"Cat got your tongue?" Amy asked, looking up at Dan. Dan stammered for a second when he looked like Amy had caught his eyes staring down her shirt, but quickly recovered. "Just wondering," he answered.

"Wondering what?" Amy asked, once again looking at the pond and cuddling closer to Dan. Dan's gaze involuntarily returned to looking at Amy's breasts, his cock becoming fully hard by now. "Just wondering why I never said 'Hi' to you before." Amy laughed, "But you didn't even say 'Hi,' silly, you said 'Ahhh.'" Amy broke out into laughter and Dan gave her side a pinch making her squeal and jump. "I did too say 'Hi.' It was just after I said 'Ahhh.'" 

Amy sat up, making Dan groan inwardly from the lose of her contact. "Dan, I wish you talked to me years before. I always thought you were attractive, but I was convinced that you just weren't interested in me." Dan smiled at the image of him jerking off into a sock for three years over Amy's mental image. "Oh, I was interested," he laughed. "I was just too shy, Amy, to say anything. And when I did manage to talk to you, I must have came off like an ass." 

"Don't be silly," Amy smiled, leaning in and giving Dan a soft, not-so-quick peck on his cheek. "I never thought you were an ass, Dan." Amy took Dan's hands in her own and once again flashed him her brilliant smile.

Dan returned the smile and ran his finger along the thin, gold chain Amy wore around her neck. "This is beautiful," he said, leaning in to get a closer look. As his face crept closer to Amy's smooth, tan neck, Dan's instinct of desire took over. He gently pressed his lips against the warm skin of Amy's neck, his tongue quickly licking her flesh. "Dan," Amy cried.

"What!" Dan pulled back, in sadness and shock. "Amy, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. Oh God, I just got to know you and I'm gonna blow it." Amy grabbed Dan's face between her hands and leaned in, kissing him passionately on the lips. "Don't stop, Dan," she said. "Don't ever stop."

Amy pulled Dan's mouth back to her neck and Dan eagerly followed. His mouth gently pressed against Amy's neck, as he sucked in a bit of her flawless skin, biting gently. Amy was moving her hands though Dan's thick brown hair, her body squirming against him. Dan kissed his way around Amy's neck, his tongue leaving a wet trail over her skin. Dan's hands were against Amy's back, holding her close to him, running in small circles. Then they slowly moved lower, across Amy's hips, as Dan raised his face and kissed his dream girl.

Amy instantly opened her mouth, allowing Dan's tongue to find and play with her's. Both their hands were roaming now, moving sensuously along their bodies. Dan's hands slid up from Amy's hips to her lovely legs, rubbing her thighs in large circular patterns, his fingers squeezing her flesh hard in passion. Amy moved her hands down Dan's chest, gripping the buttons on his shirt, releasing them one by one until the lights illuminated Dan's chest. Amy slipped Dan's shirt off and flung it behind her, as Dan followed her lead. 

His own hands had slipped up inside Amy's shirt and were tenderly fondling her perfect breasts. Dan felt Amy's nipples grow hard against his palm as he quickly removed her shirt. Dan kissed all along Amy's deep cleavage, his hands now deftly unsnapping her black bra. Letting it fall to the ground, Dan smiled as he saw Amy's large breasts fall free. As he always imagined them to be, they were perfectly round, with large and long nipples. Dan leaned in and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. 

"Mmmm," Amy moaned, holding Dan's head against her tit. Amy's pussy had grown very wet very fast, and she moved her hips about in hot passion, trying to grind them against Dan's body. Realizing what she was trying to do, Dan moved one hand slowly along Amy's thigh, passing beneath the fabric of her skirt. His hand moved across her wet panties, pausing briefly to rub his palm hard against Amy's wet mound. As if a bolt of electricity had hit her, Amy cried out "Ohhhh," and her whole body pressed hard against Dan.

Dan moved aside her drenched panties and slide one, then two fingers easily into Amy's wet pussy. Dan began sucking hard on Amy's nipple now, his teeth clenching it and pulling it taut, as his fingers moved quickly in and out of Amy's pussy. Amy was moaning louder now, moving her hips rhythmically against Dan's fingers as they fucked her pussy. And when Dan's thumb found her clit and began rubbing it hard in a circular motion, Amy lost it.

"Ahhhhh...Yes Dan...Fuck yes!" Amy cried out in total pleasure as her orgasm shook her body, her pussy clenching tightly around Dan's fingers, soaking them in her sweet juices. Dan brought his fingers up to his mouth, smiling as they glistened in the soft lights of the pond, covered with Amy's cum. He erotically snaked out his tongue and licked all along his fingers, tasting this perfect woman's nectar. 

The sight of Dan slowly licking his wet fingers, fingers that had just fucked her pussy, made Amy wild with hot lust for this man. She reached down and quickly started to unbutton Dan's pants, sighing in anticipation as her fingers grazed along the outline of his hard cock. "Stand up," Amy ordered, pulling Dan up beside her and she quickly removed his pants and boxers. Dan's large cock stood at attention, it's 9" a monument to his lust for Amy. "Mmmmm," Amy cooed, wrapping her fingers around it, slowly stroking it, coaxing pre-cum from the fat cock-head. Dan closed his eyes and let out a guttural moan as he felt Amy's hot, wet tongue lick along his hard shaft, then to his balls, then felt her mouth engulf his head. "Oh yeah Amy...Suck it baby...Please, suck my cock."

Amy looked up at Dan and smiled around his cock-head. Pulling back away from it caused Dan to groan in disappointment. "Please Amy, I want it so bad...Suck it." Amy stood up from the bench, and said, "Later sweetie, later for that. Right now, I want this big cock inside me right now. So lie down, Dan." Dan did as he was told, lying on his back upon the moist, soft grass. Amy smiled down at him, and wiggled out of her skirt and soaked panties, tossing them into a pile with Dan's pants. 

Amy hovered over Dan's cock, and turned facing away from him, as she lowered herself. Dan held his cock straight for Amy, running it along the folds of her pussy, teasing her. "Ohhh, stop teasing...I want it so bad Dan." Amy cried and Dan pressed his cock against her pussy, lifting his hips to thrust it inside Amy. "Mmmmm," Amy grinned as she felt Dan's big cock pass into her pussy, and she lowered herself down, sliding his hard cock inside her loose pussy up to the hilt. 

Amy started lifting herself up and down on Dan, moaning loudly each time. Dan looked up and could see his cock being swallowed by Amy's lovely pink lips. Dan grabbed Amy's hips and helped her, thrusting his own hips up to meet her downward motion. Soon the two had developed a fast and furious fucking rhythm. "Dan...yes baby...it feels too good...fuck me...ahhhh," Amy cried as her pussy tightened around Dan's cock and another orgasm swept through her body, causing her to thrash about while impaled on Dan's cock. 

Amy leaned back against Dan, her hips still thrusting up and down on Dan's cock, her hair teasing Dan's face as she turned her head side to side in passion. Dan reached around, his hands finding Amy's tits, squeezing them roughly as he slammed his cock in and out of her wet pussy. Both Dan and Amy were panting now, breathing in short, quick breaths, and Dan moved his hands slowly down Amy's tits, her flat stomach, finding her wet lips, her hard clit.

"Oh my God! Yesssss!" Amy screamed as she felt Dan's fingers find her clit and rubbed it between them. Dan was pounding his cock hard against Amy, the wet sounds of their fucking and his balls slapping against her ass were loud in the quiet night. "Oh shit Amy," Dan groaned as he felt his balls tighten, his cock expand in preparation for his cum. "Yesss, I'm gonna cum...fuck Amy...can't hold on!"

Just when Dan was at the point of exploding and emptying his cum inside this sweet pussy, Amy quickly lifted herself from Dan's body, his cock slipping out of her pussy with an audible 'plop.' Amy then turned herself around on top of Dan into a '69' position. Amy flicked her tongue out, teasing Dan's head and balls, her fingers closing hard around the base of Dan's shaft, blocking off the flow of his cum. 

"Arggghh," Dan groaned in disapproval, but his mouth was quickly covered by Amy's pussy, as she ground her blonde haired bush hard against Dan's face. Dan's tongue licked across her wet lips, sliding inside her opened pussy, tasting her sweet cum firsthand. Amy started stroking Dan's cock fast and furious now, while Dan had latched his mouth over Amy's clit and was sucking and biting it hard. Their cries of sexual passion were loud.

Then, Amy rolled off of Dan and quickly straddled him again, this time facing him. Amy lowered herself onto Dan's cock, her glistening lips engulfing him fully once more. Amy started lifting and slamming herself down onto Dan's cock hard and fast, looking into Dan's eyes and knowing it was time for him. Dan lifted his hips to meet each of Amy's downward thrusts, and his hands grabbed her tits, pulling her down on top of his body. 

"Mmmm, Amy...yesssss...making me cummmmmm," Dan shouted, slamming his cock hard into Amy's pussy and holding it there. "Oh yeah," Amy whispered into Dan's her, her tongue licking it. "Yeah sweetie...cum inside of me...in on the pill, so fill me up baby...mmmmm!" Amy moaned grinding her pussy against Dan's cock, her body shaking with her third orgasm. "Ahhhhhhh," Dan cried and his cock exploded, shooting his jism into Amy's pussy. Amy smiled to herself as she felt Dan's cock twitch a few times, each time sending a stream of cum inside her.

The two lay on top of each other, Dan holding his arms tightly around this dream girl's body. Amy kissed his neck softly, then kissed Dan's lips, her tongue brushing against his. "Wow," she smiled at Dan. "Yeah," Dan smiled back. "Now I know I should have talked to you before!" The two broke out into laughter and Amy rolled off Dan and cuddled up to his side. "Amy?" Dan asked quietly. Amy looked up at Dan, "Yes sweetie." Dan stammered for the words, which totally perplexed him since after just fucking this girl, asking her out should be easy. 

"Uhm, Amy...uhm...want to...want to go out sometime?" Amy smiled, holding back any laughter at the situation, not wanting to make Dan feel bad. "Of course Dan, I would love to go out with you." Dan smiled and relaxed once more. "But," Amy grinned, sliding her hand down to Dan's soft, cum covered cock and squeezing it. "Only if I get to play with this on our date." Dan laughed and hugged her tight. "Anytime."

Amy and Dan got dressed and headed back through the hedge maze to the party, never noticing the person hiding in the bushes, who had been watching them the entire time.

The Party Ch. 1



The music was loud as I sat there, feeling naked in my black teddy, matching thigh highs and 4-inch heels. Sammy, a close friend and suite mate, told me about the party and promised that it would be fun. "Besides Kallisti," she argued, "You need to let your hair down and forget about Brad." I knew that she was a bit wild and into orgies, and I think that this was why I had confided in her about Brad. I wanted to do something to really piss him off after finding him and my roommate fucking the past weekend.

As I was talking about my need for vengeance she mentioned this party, an ex-boss (she had interned the previous summer at a prestigious law firm) was hosting it with whom she had kept in touch. I was uneasy about the idea at first, but with her prodding and pleading I eventually gave in. However, an orgy was not exactly what I had in mind for my revenge. Brad had told me about his fantasies about me having sex with another girl, specifically Sammy. While we were about the same height (about 5' 8") and weight (125 lbs.) we were opposites. She is a natural, almost platinum blonde while I am a brunette. I wear glasses while she opts for contacts. I'm a C cup and she's a D. I dress conservatively while she dresses provocatively. Got the picture?

I found the prospect of sleeping with her appealing, and I had heard rumors that she was bisexual. To be honest I think I was crying on her shoulder in hopes that it would lead to a kiss that would lead to more and the story would get back to Brad. The fact that he would have missed it would have drove him mad. As she tried talking me into the party I thought about this, and realized that a social situation involving alcohol may just be the gateway into her arms. When I said yes she squealed with delight, and threw her arms around me giving me a hug. As our breasts ground into each other, and the smell of her hair perfume invigorated my sense of smell, I could feel my pussy getting wet. I prayed she would feel the same and kiss me.

Instead, in her excitement, she let go of the embrace. "Girl, we've got to get you the right outfit! Come with me!" She hopped off the couch in the common area of our dorm suite.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To California Nights!" I had heard her talk about the store. It was an upscale lingerie boutique where ladies would model the lingerie for the customers.

"Isn't that expensive?" Sammy's family was loaded while mine was not; I did not have the money to spend on expensive underwear.

"Yes," her excitement dwindled as she paused to consider what I was saying. Then she perked up. "I'll cover you!" With that she practically pulled me the distance to her Porsche. 

* * *

At California Nights Sammy requested a private room where the models usually showcased the store's wares. However, since we were shopping for ourselves, she told our Consultant that a viewing would not be necessary. As we were changing into a second set of lingerie, I began to instinctively dance to the store's piped in music. I did not realize I was doing it until I heard Sammy laughing, I immediately blushed and stopped dancing.

"Oh no!" Sammy exclaimed. "Don't stop! I was enjoying the show!" She stood up. She had been in the middle of trying on a white leather and lace teddy. I watched her walk towards me. She was barefoot in white thigh highs that she had attached to her garters. The teddy was half off exposing her beautiful tits but leaving her pussy a mystery. She had a look in her eye I had not seen before. As I focused on her tits, I suddenly became aware of my pussy becoming increasingly wet which in turn made me aware that all I had on were my black thigh highs and heels. She came very close to me and whispered in my ear: "I'd pay to see that."

"Oh would you?" I said in the flirtatious way of women.

"Oh yes..." She said in a steamy bedroom voice, "and more." As she finished whispering I felt her hands begin caressing my body. With her left hand she gently pushed the hair off my neck and with her full lips kissed my neck and ear while her right hand played with my breasts. I sighed and gave in; her touch was so soft and so unlike that of a man. "Do you want to be my bitch?" She asked in her bedroom voice.

"Yes." I said breathlessly, firmly giving her control of the situation and my body. She took full advantage of it as I felt her move her hands to my eager pussy and ass. With one hand she massaged my ass while expertly manipulating my clit with the other

"Now keep dancing." She instructed me, God her voice was driving me nuts! Or was it the two fingers she had buried in my snatch? In rhythm to the music I began to slowly dance, teasing my hair while she teased my ass. As she played with my clit and fingered my pussy I ground my thigh into her crotch. Finally we were facing each other just right to allow a deep, passionate kiss. Aggressively she frenched my eager mouth, and I sighed with delight as she touched the right spot inside me with her fingers.

About this time she moved her hand into the crack of my ass and began playing along the rim of my asshole. No one had ever done that before. I had been curious about anal sex but Brad thought that sticking his dick in my ass would be a slippery slope into homosexuality. But this felt good, and Sammy picked up on it and soon she had slipped one finger into my ass! I was hers at that point and she knew it. I could feel her lips on my neck, her fingers on my clit & in my pussy and her finger in my ass. I was in heaven. Brad had never fucked me like this! Already I could feel myself beginning to cum.

Sammy sensed this and doubled her efforts. Usually I'm a moaner but right now all I wanted to do was scream, again Sammy showed how attentive of a lover she was and kissed me harder to muffle the sounds of my ecstasy. As I started to build she kept increasing the intensity of her masturbation until I finally came. The orgasm seemed to last forever, and it felt as if all the moisture in my body was flowing out of my cunt. "My God that was good!" I exclaimed breathlessly.

"Good, I'm glad you liked it." She was still using her voice. "Now my dear, its my turn." She unsnapped her garters and slipped off her half-on/half-off teddy. She pulled me close and led me over to the room's single chair and she had a seat.

"I don't know what I'm doing." I said meekly, standing naked before her naked body. I felt like a serf before the Queen. I owed her as much as she gave me, right?

"I've heard Brad brag that you're the best blow of his life, right?"

"Yes."

"Well how do you please him with your tongue?"

"I just suck and lick while I watch how his body reacts and how he touches me in return."

"Okay," she responded, "do you masturbate?"

"Yes." I said somewhat embarrassed.

"Well then, combine your oral technique with how you masturbate." She smiled a disarming smile that I returned. "Now get on your knees." She said adding a devilish twinkle of her eye to her smile.

I did as I had been told. As she spread her legs and I snuggled in between them, I got my first good look at her pussy. She shaved it allowing me to easily find her clit (her excited state also helped!). I started out my gently licking it and caressing her legs and tits. She ran her fingers through my brunette hair, and then gently used my hair to pull my face out of her snatch. "I'm a little too turned on for foreplay," she said, "don't worry about being gentle."

Gently she placed my face back into her sweet smelling snatch. Aggressively I began sucking her bulging clit. "There you go!" She said, beginning to buck as I sucked. My hands moved from her tits and legs to her pussy and ass so that I could return the favor. Her bucking became harder as she used both hands to shove my face deeper into her crotch. I could feel her bare feet on my back. I cold taste her sweet juices as they flowed out of her. "God yes, yes, yes!" She said as I felt my pussy getting wet once more.

She grabbed my hair and held my head in place as her body tensed, "Oh God!" She said breathlessly and as her body relaxed I felt her hot juices run down my hand and finger. Gently she pulled my head out of her cunt and guided our lips together. We kissed and caressed each other. "You make a good dyke." She flirted. I blushed and coyly looked away.

In the end she picked the black teddy I had been wearing before my "strip tease", as she called it, for me to wear to the party. In turn I picked out the white leather and lace teddy she has half-wearing. She put both outfits on her credit card.

While we were driving to buy shoes I could tell something was bothering her. "Kalli," she finally said, "I don't want to lead you on."

"Okay." I said, I began feeling nervous.

"You were a great fuck back there, but" great she's dumping me I thought, "I'm not ready to get serious with anyone right now."

"I understand."

"No you don't. Tonight at the party I want cock." She explained. "I still like to please men, but enjoy being with women also. I don't know which team I want to commit myself or if I even want to commit at all. I do know one thing, I want to keep sleeping with you, but..."

"But you want an open relationship." I said, and I was happy. Brad was the first guy I had slept with and I got too involved too fast. Besides I wasn't ready to become a full-fledged dyke yet anyway. 

* * *

I thought of that conversation as I sat there watching Sammy mingle. Finally she came over with a handsome man on each arm. The hunk on her right held one glass of champagne while the hunk on the left had a drink in each hand. "Kallisti I would like you to meet Rob." The hunk in boxers she had her right arm around, extended his free hand to shake mine.

"Nice to meet you Kalli...Kallis..."

"Ka-lees-tea." I slowly pronounced my name to end his painful butchering of it.

"This is James." Sammy introduced the more handsome man with two drinks. "He's been bugging me to introduce you."

"Samantha tells me you like amaretto sours." He handed me a drink. "I prefer whiskey sours myself."

"Thank you." I said as I took the offered drink.



The Party Ch. 1



The anticipation has been building ....

We are going to meet others who share their love of "watching", perhaps tonight they will do more. Taste the flesh of others as well ....

We arrive at the house, a short women answers with a smile. She is adorned in a blue silk robe that shows off her legs, shoulder length reddish hair and blue eyes invite us in.

There are 4 other couples and a single girl here tonight. Music plays in the background as I take your coat and follow our host to place it in our room. She looks longingly at me as I place our coats on the bed. "You are both quite desirable" she informs me. I smile and thank her.

I rejoin you in the parlor and introductions are made. Kat and Rick, a skinny little blonde and her slightly overweight husband, Bob and Tina, a couple of happy faces who seem to definitely be in the spirit of things both in good shape with hair about the same coloration .... brunette. Steve and Jill, a slight man and his buxom blonde wife, our hosts Dana and Mitch, a petite slightly overweight redhead and her equally as fit husband. Kim is the single girl, mid 30's, small breasts, shoulder length brown hair, slight build. All in all most eyes seem to be on us. Should we decide to, I'm sure we could have our "pick" of fun.

As the evening moves on small talk is made, we get to know some of the others. But, always a tension in the air .... the need for sexual release. I nuzzle your neck and whisper to you "I can just taste you ....", you reach back and graze my hardening cock and wink. Well, we're on the same page.

Some of the other couples seem to be getting into the mood as we sit on a one of the comfy chairs in the parlor. You on my lap, gorgeous legs thrown over mine. Across the way Kat and Rick, Steve and Jill are all necking on the couch hands roam freely as moans of passion begin. Kim sits idly by the fireplace glancing about the room, our hostesses hand on her shoulder. Bob and Tina recline on the floor Tina's head in Bob's lap as his hands and those of our host travel up and down her frame.

The sounds and scents of the room are intoxicating, your arm is over my shoulder and your hand idly strokes my back as we watch the scene unfold before us. I run my fingers up and down your bare legs, touching just the bottom of your skirt before running them back down again. We take in all that surrounds us, Tina's top being undone and her bare breasts there for all to see while she rubs one hand over her the front of her tight slacks and caresses our hosts cock through his.

The two couples on the couch are in varying stages as well, Jill has put all inhibitions away as she produces her husbands cock and takes it in with one gulp, he rubs her swollen nipples as the couple next to them on the couch, Kat and Rick continue to grope each other and Jill. Rick has two fingers buried in the blonde as Kat rubs him through his jeans.

I idly hike your skirt up just enough so I can rub your swollen lips through your sexy panties. I look you in the eye and bring my finger to my lips, I suck your scent from it and with a devilish grin slide the wet finger under your panties to slide into you. Once again I remove it and lick the sweet coating from it. "As I expected, oh so sweet ...."

Your eyes betray your lust, but, where will that lust take us this evening?

I kiss you on the mouth, sharing your sweetness with you ....

Moans of passion are our backdrop as our passionate embrace builds, our eyes and lips locked ....

I break the kiss and lay back, you recline your head on my chest so we can both watch the proceedings. Your hand idly unzips me and you stroke my already hard cock softly as I continue to gently rub your clit. All the while watching, senses heightened to the pleasure surrounding us.

Tina's slacks have been unzipped and Mitch's fingers are inside her panties, obviously buried inside her as she takes turns, head turning from cock to cock. First taking that of Bob her husband's then Mitch our host. Her breasts are covered in a sheen of sweat, her saliva runs over her hands as she sucks both men with equal vigor.

Tina's moans are rivaled by those of Jill as Kat's head is buried deep between her legs, Jill moans around her husbands cock, which she bobs on with increasing speed. Rick's fingers help his wife, Kat, buried in Jill as the blonde continues to lap up the dripping brunette's juices.

Our hostess and the only single party at the party take at seat on the floor, only feet from us, "May we watch?" Dana inquires. "Of course" I respond and kiss your beautiful lips as I raise you up, slide your panties to the side and, placing one foot on either side of me, lower you dripping onto my hard shaft.I recline back to a corner of the chair and pull you close to me, your head to the side laying on my chest so we can be together, as close as possible and watch the two women watch us. Ever so slowly we grind into one another, your clit rubbing the protruding bone, building waves of pleasure for you. We watch the others and our hostess as she idly rubs her pussy.

Your hands are around my neck, mine caress your sexy ass and back. Two spirits and bodies joined as one in the fulfilment of pleasure .... The scents and passions build as the night moves on ....Our hostess sits on her legs behind us, watching my shaft as you rise up and lower yourself. My cock is covered in a light sheen, the juices of your tight pussy. Your beautiful ass has her gaze captured as well, my hands rest on either hip. My lips cover your neck and face in kisses as you ride steadily, lost in the moment. Taking in the smells and sounds, you moan lightly and continue on.

I stand, apologizing to our little circle of voyeurs, and pick you up still inside you. I spin you around and go to the floor with you, gently laying you on a blanket that has been placed their for us.

Your legs fall to either side of my thrusting body as I begin to slide in and out of your warm wet depths. Dana and Kim kneel to either side of us, Dana tentatively runs a hand over my back, looking to your gaze for approval. You nod "OK" while in the throes of the moment. Kim's tentative fingers trace your face as you look to her, eyes glazed over in lust your lips part and moan as the slight brunette watches my cock as it pleasures you. She traces your lips and cheeks her other hand caressing your hair. Dana has risen up directly behind me and runs her hands over my chest and back as I continue to thrust into you, she watches you over my shoulder, her heat rising and rising.

You turn your head to the side and your glaze falls upon Tina. Still on the floor, her slacks laying in a ball to her side, blouse open. You watch her face, your eyes meet her head moves in the rythmn of the slamming being given to her by Dana's husband and her own. She has a cock in her mouth and moans, saliva runs over her cheeks coating her and the swollen cock.

It is Mitch who is enjoying the wonderful warmth of her mouth. His ass is to you as you watch his cock enter Tina's mouth from between his legs. Bob is still between her legs and is gaining speed faster and faster. It seems he will be the first of many this evening to moan with release.

Over the trio on the floor the couch gives you a glimpse of both men from behind, female legs spread wide before them. The sexy thing is, you can't tell who's pounding who. You can only see the thrusting ass of the two men and the moans of the women.

Dana has run her hand down my stomach and is letting a finger sit right on my cock, your juices cover her finger as my cock slides by it coated in your juices. She raises the finger to my lips and I look lustily in your eyes as I suck your juices from her finger. I can see the moan before it leaves your lips, your head still being caressed by the slight brunette Kim. I lay forward on you, letting you feel my weight as I continue to thrust in you, I kiss you letting you taste your sweetness on my lips.

Dana has begun to run her hands over my ass as it moves between your legs, over my ass and into the area above my balls, running her hands over my asshole. The feeling is intense. I look up into Kim's face above yours, her hands in your hair, she smiles sweetly enjoying our love making, the passion that we share. With your permission I will taste her before the evening is out, she clearly is almost as sweet as you.

Bob's moan's and Tina's urgings bring our attention to your right. He is breathing hard and she has removed Mitch's throbbing member from her mouth so she can moan out to him. "Cum for me" .... "Oh, cum for me". "Show me your cum, cover me"

Bob pulls out of her soaking pussy and she grabs his cock, stroking quickly again and again she moans out. Finally she is rewarded with a shot that runs the length of her body, hitting her neck and pooling there. Subsequent spasms cause semen to cover the bottom of her belly and top of the hair of her spasming pussy.

Tina runs a hand through the gift that Bob has given her, she extends a hand to Dana .... a hand covered in cum. Dana crawls over on all fours to accept the offering as her husband moves between Tina's legs, entering her elicits a gasp from Tina. Tina looks into Dana's eyes as she licks the cum from her fingers.

Our little group glances around at each other and we then realize that we will take pleasure in everything that the surrounding canvas offers us as well as that which our minds and bodies give to us as well. I lean down to whisper sweet words to you, as we continue to thrust on .... your head in Kim's lap, my lips on your neck, our bodies grinding together .... we both wish for the sensations to never end ....



The Party Ch. 10



Note: This story is the tenth episode in a series entitled "The Party". If you have not read the previous nine episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant hot wife humiliates her submissive cuckold husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories I strongly suggest you find something else to read.

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I put all three steaks on the grill at the same time. Janet and I both liked our steaks medium rare. My wife had informed me earlier in the day that Jerome liked his steak cooked the same way.

While the steaks were cooking I tore up a head of lettuce and sliced two tomatoes and an avocado. I threw these ingredients into a large wooden salad bowl, added some pine nuts, green peas and olives and tossed everything together with a vinegar and oil salad dressing.

As I set the salad aside, I started laughing to myself. According to the current slang on the adult web sites, this was neither the first nor the last time today that I would toss my wife's salad.

I turned the steaks and walked through the dining room and living room to my wife's bedroom. When I got there her door was closed. 

I politely knocked.

"Yes Peanut, what do you want?" It was Janet's voice.

"Your steaks will be ready in five minutes Mistress."

"Thank you Peanut. You may start putting the food on the table in three minutes."

I went back to the kitchen and checked the steaks. They were doing very nicely. I filled two glasses with ice water and brought them to the dining room table along with the open bottle of merlot. I ran back into the kitchen and got the bowl of salad and put it on the table. Once that was done it was time for the hot food. Janet preferred to eat her salad as part of the main course.

Just as I was putting the twice baked potatoes on the plates I heard my wife's bedroom door open. A moment later she and Jerome walked into the dining room. Jerome was wearing his new bathrobe. My wife's outfit was absolutely unbelievable. She was stunning. Janet was wearing a fishnet body stocking that provided the illusion that she was wearing clothing, but it was only an illusion. This outfit left nothing to the imagination.

I stared at my wife as she walked into the dining room.

Janet noticed me looking at her and smiled. "Do you like my outfit Cuckboy?"

"Yes Mistress, very much. I don't believe that I've ever seen it before, is it new?"

She shook her head and casually said, "No I've had it for a long time. It was a gift from Jerome. I only wear it for him."

Janet walked over to the chair at the side of the table. My heart sank when she motioned towards the place at the head of the table and said, "Jerome honey you should sit here. I think this afternoon we clearly established that you're now the master of this house."

It's the little things like that which make becoming a submissive cuckold slave difficult. I had not only lost my seat at the dining room table, but my seat at the head of the table was now occupied by another man. I would have been much happier if Janet had occupied that seat herself; but she chose to give my place to her boyfriend.

I served the steaks. Janet gave me an approving smile when she saw Jerome's porterhouse. It was huge.

Once all of the food was on the table, I poured the wine. 

Janet sampled it and smiled at me. "Cuckboy, this wine is fabulous."

I politely bowed. "Thank you Mistress Janet, I tried hard to find something that would please you."

Janet pulled me down so that my face was next to hers and whispered. "Robbie, take the bottle into the kitchen and pour a glass for yourself. This wine really is something special. You have to try it."

That was the only moment of respite for me during the entire dinner. Otherwise I was treated with utter disdain while my wife and her boyfriend quietly chatted and enjoyed their meal.

My only involvement in the dinner was as a slave and my wife demanded diligent service from me. Janet and Jerome did nothing for themselves. I was ordered to stand at attention next to the kitchen door so that I would be available to satisfy my wife's slightest whim.

The demands were unending.

"Peanut, Mr. Turner would like more salad." "We would like some more wine." "My man needs fresh ice cubes for his water." "Fetch me the salt and pepper." (It was on the table immediately in front of my wife, but it was beneath her to reach for it.) 

When they finished eating Janet turned to me and said, "Peanut the meal was excellent. You may clear our dirty dishes and serve us coffee." 

She paused for a moment to think. "Peanut there are some chocolates in the cupboard. Put a half dozen on a plate and serve them with the coffee. They should make an adequate dessert for us."

Sadness surged through me as I carried their dirty dishes into the kitchen. The chocolates Janet was referring to were made by a small company in Iowa. They were hand dipped and very expensive. They were a special Valentine's Day present from me to my wife. Janet thought they were wonderful and made a big point of carefully rationing them so that they would last.

I put six pieces of chocolate on a plate and carried them into the dining room with the coffee. I set the plate of candies in front of my wife and poured their coffee. When I was done I picked up the rest of the dirty dishes and carried them into the kitchen.

I was just finishing my own dinner when I heard Janet's voice. "Slaveboy we would like some more coffee."

When I walked into the dining room, my wife was feeding a chocolate to her boyfriend. The plate was empty. 

"Here darling have the last chocolate." Janet popped the candy into Jerome's mouth. As soon as he ate it she leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

As I was pouring the coffee my wife broke off her kiss and turned to me. "Peanut, my man loved your chocolates. I want you to order some more so we always have them on hand when he comes to visit."

"Yes Mistress Janet. I'll take care of it tomorrow."

Janet patted my butt. "That's a good boy. Now go wash the dishes while we drink our coffee."

I went back into the kitchen. I was loading the dishwasher when I again heard Janet's voice.

"Slaveboy come out here."

I walked into the dining room wondering what my wife wanted now. Janet and Jerome were standing. Jerome had his arm around my nearly naked wife's waist.

When she saw me Janet smiled. "Peanut, Jerome and I are going to go into the bedroom to play some adult games. We want to be left alone. We're going to be doing grown up things that really don't concern a little cuckboy like you.

My wife walked over to me and kissed my forehead. "When you're done cleaning the kitchen you may go into the den, turn on the television and watch cartoons until the big man is done playing with me."

Janet turned to Jerome and picked up his hand. "Come on lover, let's go have some fun."

Jerome shook his head. "Janet, you are evil."

My wife giggled and said, "Stud man, flattery will get you everywhere."

They were both laughing as they disappeared into Janet's bedroom. When my wife's boyfriend closed the door behind them I felt like I was about three feet tall. 

After I finished cleaning the kitchen I poured myself a cup of coffee and walked to the den. I was still wearing my Tinkerbell tee shirt and my pink crotchless panties.

To get to the den I had to pass by the door to my wife's bedroom. The sounds coming from inside the room made it explicitly clear that my wife and her boyfriend were having a very good time. 

Listening to the sounds of your wife making love to another man might be more difficult than actually seeing her doing it. When you can only hear the sounds your wife is making while another man is fucking her, you become acutely aware of exactly how much pleasure she is actually receiving from the act. It sounded like Jerome was giving my wife a very large helping of pleasure.

I quickly realized that standing outside that door listening to the sounds my wife made while her boyfriend fucked her was an unhealthy way for me to pass time. I shook my head, moved down the hall to the den, turned on the television and sat down. 

I did understand that technically Janet instructed me to watch cartoons, but I assumed that was more of a taunt than a direction so I turned on an NBA game. The Pistons were playing the Celtics. It looked like an entertaining game. I took a sip of coffee, settled back in my chair and watched.

It was a very good game. The time passed quickly.

At about 7:45 I heard the door to my wife's bedroom open. A moment later Jerome appeared in the entrance to the den.

"Peanut, I have to go home; my wife will be wondering what happened to me."

I stood up. "I'll walk to the front door with you."

For a moment we walked in silence. I'm not sure either of us knew exactly what to say. 

When we got to the living room Jerome said, "Robbie I still don't know what to think about this afternoon and evening." He chuckled. "I do know that I had a good time."

I stopped and stared at him. "Jerome, so did I."

He smiled at me. "Good, I was worried that I might have offended you."

I laughed. "You did, but I would have been disappointed if you hadn't."

He nodded. "I think I understand."

When we got to the front door I opened it. As he was about to leave I said, "Jerome, my wife needs you; please come back."

Jerome stared at me for a moment. Finally he said, "I need her to, I'd like to come back." He paused. "You do understand that I'm not a threat to you."

"Yes, I understand."

He started to walk out the door, but suddenly stopped. "Hey Robbie, that was the best steak dinner I've ever eaten."

"I'm glad you liked it. The weather is getting warmer. The steaks are much better when they're cooked outside on the charcoal grill."

He grinned at me. "I'd like to try one of those slave boy."

I smiled. "I'd like to cook one for you Mr. Turner."

He nodded. "I'll look forward to it." 

Jerome walked down the steps. When he was on the front sidewalk he stopped one more time and looked back. "I almost forgot, I'm supposed to tell you that Janet wants you to come to her bedroom."

"Thanks, I have a feeling I know what she wants."



The Party Ch. 10



More than a year had passed since Annie and I attended the Party, as we liked to call it. We had discussed the things that had gone on while we were there and how exciting and daring it all seemed when looking back at it. We had had a few more daring sexual adventures since then but nothing even came close to what we participated in on that monumental Saturday in September. She and I still liked to push the envelope and poke around the edges of our sexuality but we thought that experience would last us a lifetime and we really didn't want to ever partake in that type of scenario again. While we were certain that we didn't want to ever play those games again, we were curious to know whether the parties were and ongoing fixture in our town for the other persons who were present that day, particularly the African American participants.

We had looked in various places online for discussions of the party we attended on ones like it, comments on what had taken place in parties of that kind and, perhaps with a bit too much appetite, whether another such party would one day become a reality for other daring and adventurous white couples who were our neighbors. The internet gave no hint of its ever happening or its being discussed in any public forum or way.

Every now and again, as we travelled about our home town, we thought we might have heard a comment, when walking in public, describing us as people who were recognized as having attended the party but we really wrote most of that off to paranoia on our part. Who wouldn't think that blurring the lines between fantasy and reality in that manner could lead to adverse consequences? What we really worried about most was the fact that we knew videos had been made of the most risqué scenes and that no one would have taken the effort to protect our identities, if those videos were ever to be made public. Little did we know how prescient those worries would be.

It was late September, a bit more than a year after the Party when I was startled, again, by the phone in my study rudely interrupting my quiet time with the newspaper.

A voice with which I was unfamiliar asked, "Is this Tom?"

One of my pet peeves is to have someone call my home phone number and then ask if it is I that they have called. It just seems idiotic, to me and I'm sure my voice reflected my annoyance. I find it both rude and unthinking.

I replied as I always did, "Who was it that you were calling?" 

"I was calling Tom who attended a party on September 6th at a friend of mine's home. Is that you?" 

Now he had my attention. "Who is calling?" I asked, catching my breath and hoping that my instantaneously nervous voice couldn't be heard through the phone.

"We can discuss that later and, by the question you've asked, I'm going to presume I have the right party, unless you tell me something different."

My silence probably answered any question that might linger.

"Are you interested in attending another party of the same kind?"

"No, I don't think either my wife or I will do that again. It was interesting and certainly acquainted us with certain of our limits but we have discussed it and really don't have an interest in doing it again." 

"I'd like the opportunity to discuss your participating again, if you'll give me the chance. I think it would be worth your while." 

I really didn't know where this conversation was headed and I wasn't sure I wanted to know any more about his intentions so I responded, "We are really not interested. Thanks for calling." 

I hung up the phone.

The phone rang again almost immediately. Obviously this caller was persistent so I put on my best "I'll put this guy in his place" voice and answered again. 

He simply said, "I'd like you to discuss it with your wife and I'll call you tomorrow at this same time."

I answered, "There is no need to do that, we're not interested."

Before I could hang up, he continued, "I'll call anyway. Think about it."

I read my paper alone on Saturday morning and treasure the time away from the myriad disruptions of my normally busy life. Now, I couldn't concentrate on anything other than the call so I knew I needed to inform Annie about what had occurred. 

Annie, like me, enjoys quiet time on Saturday mornings, usually in her beautiful garden. That was where I found her on this warm, fall day.

"We need to talk" is probably one of the worst messages any one person gives to another but that is how I started. I could see that the effect of the message was discomforting to her, immediately. 

"Is there a problem? Are the kids ok? Did something happen to your parents?" 

All of that gushed uncomfortably from my beautiful wife's mouth even before I had the chance to tell her that I had received a phone call from the people who had hosted the party. Now that I thought about it for a moment, I didn't even know that was who had called me, although I had made that presumption almost immediately.

I calmed Annie, telling her there was no emergency. 

"There is just something we need to talk about." 

I still wasn't doing very well and she didn't really want to take the time to let me gather my thoughts.

"Let's have an iced tea and sit on the lanai so we can have some privacy," I quickly intoned.

I poured two iced teas and we adjourned to our private Eden by the pool.

"What's bothering you, Tom?" Annie quickly asked as we sat.

"We just had a phone call from the people who hosted the party a year ago, wanting to know if we are interested in attending another party just like it," I blurted.

Annie gathered herself for a moment, somewhat surprising me with her calm demeanor. "I don't think I have any interest in repeating that experience," she said quietly. "It was intense and it was exciting but we've done it and I don't see that we will gain anything by doing it again."

"I agree. In fact, I already told him that but he didn't seem all that interested in my answer until I had discussed it with you. Apparently, he thought you might have some different thoughts about a repeat performance. After all, you were the one who receive the lion's share of attention and who was nominated for an Oscar for her performance," I joked, finally able to breathe.

She laughed and sighed just a bit. "It was fun and the sexual stimulation was certainly second to none I had ever contemplated, let alone experienced. That being said, I still feel that once is enough. I especially wasn't comfortable with the videotaping of the party without our knowing that was going on."

"Well, he's going to call back tomorrow just to be sure. I'm glad you feel the same way I do but I'm not so sure he's going to be happy with our answer."

"It's not our job to make him happy, honey," Annie said. 

We put the matter out of our conversation, if not out of our minds and went back to our separate but most enjoyable activities.

Of course, we both knew that the phone call would come in the morning and we both hoped that there wouldn't be any hard feelings when we declined the offer to join in another party. How naïve could we be?

That night we went out to dinner at a nice quiet Italian restaurant not far from home and returned at a fairly decent hour having eaten too much pasta and drunk too much red wine. Both Annie and I slept well that night and were both still in bed when the phone rang in the morning.

Without getting out of bed, I answered the call, fully expecting it to be the same person who had called on Saturday. It was he and I said to him, "We appreciate your offer and we did have a good time at the party but we both feel very strongly that we are not interested in doing it again. We wish you well and hope you are able to find a symbiotic group of couples to attend as we did last time for everyone's enjoyment."

There was a pause on the other end of the line so I simply hung up the phone, thinking I had resolved the issue without any type of confrontation. Annie and I enjoyed the rest of a quiet, comfortable weekend and never discussed the issue again...until the mail came on Tuesday

With Tuesday's mail, we received an envelope with a disc copy of the film showing our taped escapades, and those of our partying compatriots, at the house party. Accompanying the disc was a brief note that stated: If you'd like to know what our plans are for this disc, you can call 555-731-5566; if you have no interest in our plans, do nothing and you'll see what we've done with it in exactly one week from the date of this note. The note contained Sunday's date.

Annie and I took the time to watch the disc a time or two, seeing things we didn't even know had been videoed. We were clearly identifiable in all our glory: first Annie and I in the ante-room getting naked and performing sexually for both the host and taxi driver; then, watching ourselves with the other whites in the bathrooms denuding our party mates, as they did us, of their body hair and abusing them with relish; the interim before the party really took off where we white men waited on the Blacks, naked, hand and foot while the women were tethered in their chairs, while being pawed, revealed and inspected by the partygoers; even my trip upstairs to perform cunnilingus on several of the Black women had been captured in total detail; last, of course, the women being serially penetrated by the Black men while their women cheered their every act of carnal knowledge of my wife and the other white women; last, of course, we white men cleaning up after every session, filling ourselves with what was left behind by the Black studs as they wantonly used our women. 

After a second watching, Annie and I concluded that we simply couldn't let that disc go public. We both held responsible, professional positions in our town and there was no way our employers, let alone our families, would ever understand our having taken part in such activities. We wondered to each other where this stunning and most uncomfortable turn of events might lead. We suspected that we might HAVE to attend another party and subject ourselves to similar acts as we had appreciated previously. We weren't happy with that thought but we HAD survived the first time and thought we probably could another. Little did we know!

After a thorough discussion about damage control, we determined that I should call the number we had been given and try my best to negotiate our way out of the uncomfortable spot we now found ourselves in. 

I did just that. 

The voice on the other end of the line immediately acknowledged who I was and stated that he was happy we saw things his way.

"We really don't mean you any harm; It's just that your wife looked so good in those vids and we wanted one more chance to enjoy her and, hopefully, to give her some pleasure we know you can't give her."

I acknowledged that Annie had said she had fun be that she had also said that she felt she didn't need a second "bite at the apple" so to speak. 

The "gentleman" intoned, "We are interested in her pleasure but, frankly, it won't be our first priority. We are interested in using her in a similar manner as she was used before but our enjoyment will come first, if you don't mind my pun."

I really understood where he was coming from and now went into my best rendition of the damage control Annie and I had discussed.

"Perhaps we could work some kind of trade with you. It's possible I might be able to hire a girl or two to take Annie's place and give you and your friends all of the enjoyment you seem to seek from Annie."

I can only describe his response as a snicker, but it was probably more of a sneer.

"We have seen your wife in action and it is she we want to use and abuse, Mr. Tom." 

While I appreciated the colloquial honorific, I also sensed a feeling of foreboding in the tone of his voice and the realization that I might not be able to avoid an unpleasant circumstance for me and for Annie.

"Can we meet and discuss what it is you want?" I asked.

"We can meet and talk, if you'd like, but you're not going to change my mind. I want to enjoy what my uncle and his friends enjoyed a year ago."

So now I had the connection, anyway. This was the nephew of one of our hosts or the people who had attended the Party. So many questions remained: Hadn't he said we at one point? What did that mean? How would we know there wasn't another taping going on without our knowledge? What guarantees could we negotiate that Annie could say no to certain uncomfortable activities? We would see.

"I'd like the chance to meet you then," I quickly answered. 

'No problem, but I want your wife to come along. We don't want her feeling as if her opinion doesn't count or that we're talking about her behind her back, now, do we?" 

I didn't want Annie to be in on this discussion and tried to bargain.

"She isn't available for a bit and I'd hoped we could talk about this soon."

He replied, "Any discussion about this get-together will include your wife. I hope I'm being clear. I won't wait long, and she WILL be there."

I caved. "Where and when can we meet?"

His answer surprised me a bit. 

"I'll meet with you anywhere and at any time. You name the place and time; I'll be there."

Annie and I discussed the outcome of the call and decided to meet at a local Applebee's restaurant, thinking the chain was very public and that we would be safe there no matter the circumstance. We arranged for a Thursday meeting at 9 P.M., hoping that the dinner crowd would have thinned out by then and that we could grab a table in the bar section, hopefully a bit away from prying ears.

As the day neared, Annie and I decided that she should wear the least provocative clothing she had in her wardrobe, if she had to attend the meeting, hoping against hope that this might deter our antagonist, at least a bit. 

On the appointed evening, I looked her over with approval as we were leaving the house: she had on a matronly dress that showed little leg and no cleavage, flat shoes and hose so dark that they almost looked like gaiters, the pants so many women wear for a yoga class these days. We knew that he had seen the video of our Party but we thought her conservative appearance might, at the least, mute his apparent attraction to Annie in the flesh.

We arrived at Applebee's a few minutes before the appointed hour and ordered each of us a drink. The waiter asked if we wanted to see menus and we told him we were meeting a friend so would hold off for the moment. The drinks arrived and, shortly thereafter, our "friend". The waiter came back to our table and we, again, declined a menu but our guest ordered a drink for himself so we waited a few minutes until the waiter returned with his drink to begin our discussion of coming events.

He was a tall, thin man, something over six feet four inches in height, I guessed, with a very dark complexion and short, almost shaved, hair. He was dressed in jeans and a collared shirt with the Polo label above the left breast. He did not seem nervous, at all, and I thought Annie and I hid our tension adequately.

As we said hello, he spoke directly to Annie, "You're even prettier in person that you are on the video. It's my pleasure to finally meet someone I've admired from a distance for a while. My name is Ian."

I wasn't sure his name was really Ian, but that was what we would call him, at least for now.

I had to ask, "So how did you get ahold of the video, Ian, if I may ask?" 

We had many questions but that was the one we wanted answered more than any other. After all, if he had it, did others have access to it or had others seen it? Did anyone else have possession of a copy of it? We really couldn't assess our position without knowing those answers, although we were pretty sure of our position before asking.

I thought he would avoid my question but, instead, he simply said, "At the Party, you were guests of my uncle and he has passed away. My mother was his sister and she sent me here to organize his things and get ready to liquidate his estate. While I was going through his collection of videos, I found the one that memorialized the Party and I was pretty impressed with what my uncle had going there. I talked to a couple friends of mine and they thought maybe we could have some fun with the people we saw in the video and so here we are. You are the first people I have decided to talk to about the Party and maybe try to arrange another get-together like it. I'm happy you saw things as I did. I don't want you to suffer as a result of your having taken part in something as awesome as the Party but I also didn't want you to think you actually had a choice in the matter, either."

I was impressed with his thought processes and with his obvious intelligence but I also had to try one last effort at escaping his obvious plan. 

"Do you know what I do for a living, young man?" I asked

His answer was as direct as the rest of our exchange.

"Yes, Sir, I do and I'm not frightened of you one bit. I promise you that you will suffer a lot more than I do if you decide not to go along with me on this one. Your reputation personally and professionally is without blemish, despite your being a bit kinky. I don't want to hurt you or your wife but I do have that capability and I've made copies of the tape and downloaded it to my computer so it can be made public immediately, if you don't want to have some fun with me or if something happens to me."

He must have read my body language for when I next looked up at him, he had what I can only describe as a "Cheshire Cat grin" on his dark face. He kind of shrugged his shoulders and sat quietly for a few minutes while we all contemplated our various positions.

Annie broke the silence, "Just what is it that you expect of us, of me?"

He replied, without a great deal of hesitation, "We want to fuck you like you fucked my uncle and his friends; we want to use you like the slut you are. We've seen the video and we know you enjoyed getting more than your share of Big Black Cock and we want to help you enjoy getting what Mr. here can't give you, a second time, even if you don't think you'll enjoy yourself, as you obviously did the first time."

I didn't like the disrespect but I bit my tongue and asked, "And what am I supposed to be doing while you enjoy having sexual relations with my wife?"

"You can be present, as long as you're respectful. You'll be quiet; mind your manners; do as you're told; and be assured that your wife will be none the worse for wear at the end of our little soiree. We will expect both of you to be as cooperative as you were at the Party and everyone should have a good time."

I wondered aloud, "And if Annie or I don't go along?"

"I would not recommend that course of action. Both of you just have too much to lose," our antagonist added.

Annie asked, "How much time do we have to make up our minds?"

He answered, "I want an answer now. You have had time to think about this. It's not an unknown quantity. Wasting any more time will not benefit either you or me."

"One last question," I asked. "How do we know this won't be an ongoing problem if we decide to go along with your little scheme?"

"I don't live here," he answered. "I'm only here temporarily to help with my uncle's estate. Even if I wanted to be an ass about this, I'd have to travel half way around the country in order to make it happen and, while I'm pretty sure I'll enjoy fucking you," he looked Annie directly in the eye, "I'm not likely to make the trip on a regular basis, if that makes any sense."

I wanted time to consider my alternatives but Annie spoke without further thought. 

"I just don't see that we have an awful lot of choice. I don't like being blackmailed but I also don't feel like having the whole world see that tape. It's not like I'm a virgin and it's not like they want me somewhere where you are not physically present and I might get hurt," she blurted.




The Party Ch. 10



I was angry with Annie for that outburst. She had effectively taken away any ability I might have had to bargain with the young man.

"Let's say my wife is right and we will go along with your blackmail. Where will we be meeting and how many people are the 'we' you have been talking about?" I asked.

His reply was short and straight to the point.

"I don't like it being called 'blackmail'; we view it as an incentive to obtain your cooperation. We'll want to see you this Friday evening. You'll get a hotel room and call me on my cell phone; you have the number, to let me know the hotel and the room number. By your obtaining the room, you'll know that I'm not taping our encounter. I have a couple of my friends from my home with me to help with the inventory and I've met two or three guys since I've been here whom I'd like to include in this, so six of us, total, at the most, and the two of you. It's probably a good idea to get a suite."

He continued, "I'll limit the drinks for my friends to one apiece and no drugs for everyone's safety. I've purchased home s.t.d test kits for everyone, courtesy of my uncle's estate, and all of us will be tested for any communicable diseases before there is any contact with either of you."

"Wait a minute," I said. "You just indicated there might be sexual contact with me, didn't you?"

"As I said, you'll do as you're told and if that includes any kind of sexual contact, we'll let you know what we want you to do and how we want it done," he replied, now looking me directly in the eye.

"What is your answer?" he demanded.

I swallowed and looked quickly at Annie who nodded almost imperceptibly.

"I believe we have little choice other than to accept your proposal," I answered. 

"But I have to tell you, I'm not happy with the blackmail, despite your calling it incentive. We joined your uncle with the thought that it was a one-and-done arrangement and I just don't see this as part of that bargain."

"Do you agree, Honey?"

Annie had already said her piece and just nodded her head, her blond hair bobbing slowly as she did.

"Good," the young man said, totally ignoring my comment about blackmailing us, "I was hoping you would see things my way. It's so much cleaner and easier."

"One last thing," he said.

Looking directly at Annie and with a smile I can only describe as akin to that on the face of the cat that had just eaten the family canary, he asked, "Are you wearing panties?"

She seemed shocked at the question, despite the conversation we had just been holding.

"Do you mean, am I wearing panties, now?" Annie asked.

"Yes, I mean are you wearing panties now," he replied.

"I am," Annie answered.

"I want them as a token of our agreement," he said, without a great deal of emotion. 

"You can give them to me here or you can go into the Ladies' Room and take them off and bring them to me, but I don't want to wait long."

I could tell he was full of the power this situation had given him and was really enjoying himself. Annie and I were equally uncomfortable. There was no conversation for a moment while we all contemplated our various positions.

Annie excused herself and headed to the Ladies' Room. She was only gone a few moments and seemed a bit flush-faced when she returned. As he stood to exit the restaurant, she handed the young man the wisp of cloth that doubled as her thong and waited to see his reaction. He didn't even look at them, stuffed them into his pants pocket and stood as if to leave. 

"Oh, and one more thing, I know I said that was the last but, I also want a nice deep kiss."

We were in front of the world in an Applebee's Restaurant. Everyone could see what was happening if they were at all aware. Annie closed the gap between the two of them, stood on her tiptoes to bring herself to a proper height, met his lips and opened her mouth to him. Ian eagerly returned her kiss and slid his arm around her shoulders, pressing her against him. They were together like that for what seemed an interminable time.

Breaking the kiss, Ian spoke to me.

"I'll wait for your call. Thank you for making this as easy as possible. We'll have fun. I promise." 

Of course, he didn't explain or elaborate on who the "we" were of whom he was speaking. Annie and I gathered our things and also rose to leave.

It was good and bad that we didn't have much time to think about what our lack of discretion in meeting with the young man's uncle and his friends had gotten us into. 

We had to make arrangements for a suite in a local hotel. I left that to Annie. She seemed more resigned to her fate as the hour neared and maybe even a bit too accepting of the blackmail that had gotten us to this point. 

I was much more bothered by what had been promised, or was it threatened, than Annie was and I wasn't too sure that I didn't see an almost imperceptible eager anticipation in her demeanor. I knew that she had had fun with her sexual exploits at the Party but she had, after all, been given the choice of participating in this latest meeting and had volunteered that she really didn't think it was a good idea or necessary to try a second time. I had to ask.

"Annie, are you ok with this mess? I do really not understand what seems like almost comfort with the situation. I keep thinking back to sitting at the table with him and your volunteering so quickly that we didn't have much choice in the matter."

"What choice do I have? You were the one who found the Party originally and encouraged me to go along with your little fantasy. Now, I'm going to get fucked again by five or six strangers while you basically sit and watch. I'm not looking forward to it, but I am going to try to relax and enjoy as much of it as I can. You've gotten me into this and now you're complaining that I'm trying to relax enough to get through it. I'm not sure I understand you or your position, right now. Let's not talk about it anymore. We have things to do and we might as well do them. This too shall pass, as long as we comply with his wishes."

She said again, "I'm not at all happy about it but I'm going to try to make the best of it." 

I had my answer, or so it seemed. Annie was unhappier with me than she was with the prospect of being blackmailed into having to perform sexually for a bunch of strangers. It was almost as if she blamed me for the original Party and had forgotten her willing participation. I was resigned that I was going to be the bad guy no matter what. Or had I missed something? 

Annie booked a suite at the Marriott Garden Inn and said she felt it was far enough from home so that we wouldn't run into neighbors and not so classy that any of the attendees would feel out of place...or even worse, look out of place.

I made the phone call to "Ian" and asked him what time he wanted us there tomorrow night.

He replied calmly, "We'll be there at about 9 p.m. You can get there any time before that."

Friday afternoon came quicker than we wanted it to.

"Ian" hadn't said anything about what Annie or I should wear so we discussed our wardrobes between ourselves with an eye to making things easy and not to making them sexy, as Annie had tried to do the first time around.

She showered, shaved and dressed in nice but not overly showy clothes: a lacy Victoria's Secret bra and panty set, a blue pencil style skirt and beige, front-buttoning blouse that was relatively high cut and showed little of Annie's ample charms. It seemed as if she was not going to help with the atmosphere any more than she was required to do so. The clothes were functional but not particularly sexy.

I wore a collared Polo style shirt and black slacks. I thought about how long I had my clothes on last time we had ventured into this type of circumstance and wasn't worried about my wardrobe in the least.

We left for the Marriott at about 7 P.M. and checked in about a half hour later. We had brought drinks for ourselves and turned on some quiet music and sat, contemplating and discussing what we thought would happen when "Ian" and his friends arrived, knowing pretty much that it wasn't going to be a romantic evening and one that we simply had to get through. Neither Annie nor I appeared or felt particularly anxious about our fate; we were more resigned than anything.

Shortly after 9 P.M., when no one had appeared at our room, both Annie and I sighed in relief and decided that we would wait a maximum of twenty minutes for our tormentors. We sat quietly, and listened to some soft music, continuing to imbibe just a bit. Annie sat on the couch while I sat in the chair next to the bed. Both of us jumped a bit when there was a rapid, fairly loud, knock on our door at about 9:15.

I answered the door and Ian was there with several other young Black men: a quick count showed six in total and they pushed through the door without even a "hello" for me. 

Ian immediately took control of the situation while four of the other young men sat on the bed, as if they owned the room, and the fifth sat at the desk chair. There was no chatter and no comment was directed to either me or Annie although all of the young men leered with obvious anticipation at my wife. 

Annie did not move from the couch while Ian moved the chair I had been sitting in to the other side of the bed where there was much more room. 

Ian looked at me and said, "You sit here; don't speak and don't move unless one of us tells you to. Is that understood?"

I replied, "I understand, Ian." 

Nothing else would have made any sense. I resumed my place in the chair, noting with some satisfaction that I still had my clothes on. 

Ian walked to where Annie stood and bent to kiss her. She returned his kiss passionately, letting his hands wander across her body, quickly finding her nipples that instantly hardened under his assertive touch. 

"Mhmm..." she moaned in pleasure into Ian's mouth. 

He smiled, noting her open kiss, and asked her, "Are you ready for the party of your life?" 

Annie couldn't or wouldn't meet his insistent gaze.

"Yes, Ian, if this is what I have to do."

Ian simply replied, "It is. Take off your clothes."

There had been no introductions and certainly no normal social graces to our meeting with these boys. I wondered if Annie were ready to bare herself to their gazes and ultimately to their assaults as I awaited her next move.

'Take off your clothes' is such a simple command and yet I could see that it took Annie's breath away as she contemplated being uncovered before this group of strangers. She kept her eyes averted and never even glanced up at Ian or any of the others. She calmly pulled her top from her skirt and began to unbutton the simple blouse she had put on earlier. As her alabaster tummy was unveiled, her tight, slim tummy showed no hint that she'd born our two children. Annie worked hard to stay in shape and her body was proof of the benefits of regular exercise. For good reason, she was proud of her body but these were foreign circumstances and she seemed particularly ashamed to be forced to disrobe in this manner.

She kicked off her heels and pushed them under the end table next to the couch. There was a slight hesitation as Annie unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt; she pushed it over her hips and it fell silently to the floor, puddling at her bare feet. Annie stood quietly for another moment in just her bra and panties and I took the opportunity to look around the room, noting that each of the young Black faces, rapt with the power they obviously had over my sweet wife, was unmistakably anticipating Annie's next moves.

Ian spoke quietly, "Don't make us wait too long if you want this to be a pleasant experience."

My heart ached for my Annie and she reached to the front of her bra and unclasped the hook that provided both support and privacy for her magnificent breasts. 

She slowly brought the cups away from her perky orbs and I couldn't help noticing the erect, pink, perfect nipples that emerged as the bra followed her skirt to the floor. Her breasts were large, round and firm, too firm I knew, not to have been augmented by surgery, and they looked magnificent as she continued to peel off her lingerie before her audience. The stiff nipples, pointing slightly skyward and located squarely in the middle of the dark pink, areolae, all but begged to be licked and sucked by the horny boys. One of the lads guessed out loud that she had at least C-cup tits. He was quite right, of course but I thought they looked even bigger than that because of her otherwise slender build.

What was left of her modesty was now covered only by her barely-there panties and she didn't make the boys wait any longer to see the rest of her as she shimmied them down her long, well-formed legs, seeming to understand Ian's prior remark to mean he and his friends didn't want to be entertained by a slow, sensuous strip but rather that they wanted to see what it was they were soon going to have the pleasure of enjoying as they wished. As the panties slid past her hips and her bare pussy came into view, I watched as the young men, as a group, adjusted the now obvious bulges in their trousers. These men were ready to fuck my wife, even if Annie was still in the process of getting ready for them.

Annie normally keeps her pubic hair quite neatly trimmed, sometimes shaping what remains into a small heart above her slit or sometimes in a neat "T", to honor my position, she says. Today she was perfectly bald and that also surprised me, a bit.

In this anonymous hotel room, as Annie now stood completely naked before the six strangers, just as she had just over a year ago, there was a definite quiet as each of us came to understand un-mistakenly that she was there for the boys' pleasure and not for any other purpose. 

Each of the boys was hard and I saw that Annie noticed. If nothing else, I was happy for her that she did like being the center of attraction, after all.

As I sat quietly in my chair, I realized, only then, that my penis, too, was becoming erect. Although I was ashamed for my wife and for myself that I had put her in this predicament, I was also keenly aware of the sexually charged excitement in this hotel suite, in which we found ourselves. I wondered if Annie was able to be a little excited at the prospects of her coming abuse, albeit those activities were the product of blackmail. She later told me that, despite the blackmail that had led us here, as she stripped, she had begun to feel her pussy veritably drip with anticipation.

Ian approached Annie and, without asking permission, reached his big right hand between her legs and inserted one long, Black finger into her opening, then two and finally three. As his fingers entered her wet slit, Annie gasped at the effrontery and boldness Ian showed, yet she said nothing and slowly spread her beautiful legs a bit to ease his access.

He pulled his hand free and said to the assembly as he showed us all his slick fingers, "This slut is ready to fuck. Let's roll". 

I saw the wetness fairly trill from his fingers as he withdrew then and I had my answer. Whatever the circumstance, Annie was also turned on by the prospect of being the center of attention and by the fact that she was going to experience six large Black cocks momentarily. Strangely, I felt a measure of relief at that moment, knowing that she would not be abused without reward, at the least.

It was only then that I realized everyone had stood or sat, rapt, quiet and fully clothed, watching Annie disrobe. They obviously reveled in her, our, abasement but also each anticipated using her in his own way. The young Blacks wasted no time in taking off their clothes, pants and shirts were carelessly discarded and soon covered much of the carpet in the hotel room; a few of them took the time to place their clothing on either the desk or couch; none of them hung anything in the closet.

Ian took Annie by the hand and led her to the bed; he had her lie on her back and physically pulled her feet apart so that she was splayed obscenely on the crisp sheet, breasts rising and falling against her chest, legs slightly raised at the knees, akimbo, and with all of her most private areas fully available for each of the young Black men to see. She lay still, exactly as he had placed her, not moving at all. 

They were at her in an instant: Black hands touching everywhere: squeezing, weighing and testing; inspecting each breast, stroking up and down the insides of her thighs, probing her distended lips, rubbing her legs and feet, and exploring the wetness of her slit, but all in a surprisingly gentle manner. I was surprised that they took such pains to see that Annie was ready for the assaults that were to come

There were comments aplenty about her figure, her tight waist, her long legs, her pert and perky nipples, especially their almost reddish hue; the wetness of her pussy seemed to amaze the boys and their appreciation of Annie's beautiful, naked body and backside were expressed freely and often.

I heard them variously talking among themselves about her as if she were not there or at least as if they didn't care if she was, at any rate. Over and over, again, they discussed the firmness of her tits and the pinkness of her erect nipples as they squeezed, tweaked and played with her to their own delight; they were surprised at the flow of her womanly fluids and the slipperiness of her nether lips as they pinched and probed her pussy, seeking her clit and enticing it from its hiding place. One of the boys traced her lips with his long finger and finally pushed two of his fingers into her warmth, expressing his desire to be the first to have Annie suck him, wondering out loud and in my direction if she knew how to pleasure a full sized cock with her mouth. 

I knew he was in for the surprise of his young life when he finally was able to appreciate her expertise at fellatio, Annie's favorite sport. I remained silent, watching from the confines of my chair; Annie just moaned quietly.

As the boys had taken their time exploring Annie's charms, it now occurred to me that her hands had also been very active. There was almost no time when Annie wasn't massaging either a big, Black cock or a set of large ebony balls, or both. While Annie wasn't going to be a willing participant, she seemed to have at least gotten into the flow of things, apparently deciding that it was better to keep the young men stimulated and as horny as possible in order not to prolong her agony.

As I quietly watched, I made a mental note of the size and characteristics of each of the boys and, in particular, the size, shape, length and girth of each young man's penis. 

Three of the boys, including Ian, were tall, well over six feet, and quite thin. Their penises were roughly the same size, in fact, remarkably similar: close to eight inches in length, I guessed, and quite thick, except that Ian's was a bit thicker than those of the other two I would now call the tall boys. All three of them easily dwarfed the size of my own cock. I thought Annie would have some trouble accommodating Ian easily. 

Two of other lads were more muscular, one taller than the other but neither of them more than six feet tall. One of those two had a very dark, black penis, with an almost purplish, fat glans and head; His was about seven inches in length; the other longer and lighter but not as thick. These boys, I thought of as the shorter boys, although neither of them was actually less than average in height.

The last young man was quite large but not overweight: he might have been six feet two or three and probably weighed in the two hundred forty pound range; he had the body and build of a linebacker: he was chiseled. His penis was prodigious, both in length and in girth. Annie would definitely be challenged by that last one, I knew. He became the chiseled one.




The Party Ch. 10



I settled in to watch how she would do in this latest test of wills. Like so many other men and women I am vividly curious about things obscene, especially when it involves my Annie. She is very aware of my interest and finds it curious in me that I might like to actually like watching her get fucked by or otherwise sexually perform for a man other than myself. Truth be told, she is not fundamentally unlike me, in this pornographic interest, and loves starring in this type of scenario, obscene and forbidden by proper society, but so exciting in the making. She looked beautiful lying on the bed, spread widely in her lower regions, as the boys explored; her eyes were closed and her chest had taken on that reddish glow that lets me know she is well stimulated to the maximum, in the very best of ways.

After a few minutes of allowing his friends to explore all of my wife's intimacies, Ian again took control. They had drawn straws before coming to the room and each had drawn to see the order in which he would enjoy either her mouth or her pussy. We didn't know it at the time, but Ian had been aware of Annie's intolerance of anal penetration and all had agreed not to even try to use her in that manner. Ian had actually written down the order in which Annie was to be used by each, always being the organized one and the one in control. 

Despite its being there, the list really wasn't needed. 

One of the tall thin boys stood beside the bed, positioned himself near Annie's head and turned her face toward his erect penis so that she could commence administering to him orally. She hesitated.

He slapped Annie gently on her left cheek and said, "Suck it nice, white girl, and you'll get a big reward in just a few minutes. It won't take long this time. I'm real horny" 

Acting on his promise, she took his large penis into her mouth and tried, as much as she could, to let it enter her throat. She relaxed her gag-reflex enough so that she was able to take much of him into her tightness, to his obvious delight. When she finally managed to get all of his cock into her throat and pressed her pretty lips against his tight, swollen ball sac, she smiled at me, in triumph, although none of the other men could see her gloating, as her face was obscured by his tight, curly pubic hair. She kept his cock deep in her throat for approximately five seconds before the lack of oxygen forced her to pull off him. She began deep-throating again, seeming to accept the challenge he presented. She stopped about halfway down his length, breathed deeply through her nose and attacked the massive dick once more, forcing herself to take it a second time down her throat. 

I could see that he was verbally encouraging her to deep throat him although, as close as I was to them, I couldn't actually hear what he was saying to her.

While he spoke to her, Annie entirely engulfed his fat, elongated penis. It took only a few strokes from her talented mouth, it seemed, and as he descended into the depths of her throat, the boy took a handful of Annie's hair, pushing her face down on his pulsing cock as he came in her mouth. I was shocked at the brevity of this fellatio but Annie seemed to love it, relishing the taste of his effluent as it rocketed into her mouth, across her tongue and down her willing throat. 

When we had the opportunity to talk about the assault later, Annie told me that this first cock tasted salty and felt deliciously big in her mouth and that she was happy he just wanted to cum and didn't seem to want to make the blowjob last forever. 

She seemed to work at not appearing to enjoy herself; it was as if she tried to tell herself that it was wrong for a white girl to enjoy sucking a black cock and, even worse, to make it cum so quickly. In my mind, she was doing that more for me that for anyone else. I knew that she loved to suck cock and there were certainly plenty of cocks here for her to enjoy. 

There was little time for her to ruminate on that early success for, soon, the chiseled boy with the largest penis took the first tall boy's place and quickly placed his prodigious cockhead against her lips and ordered her to suck him. 

As I continued to watch the rape, begat by blackmail, play out, the boys who were not actively involved in coitus or fellatio with Annie continuously stroked themselves to maintain their erections, commenting on and encouraging their friends' work with Annie as it progressed.

She hesitated and, looking directly at the chiseled boy said, "It's too big, I can't take it all."

He had watched the first fellatio that had just occurred and knew differently. He smiled at her and said, "Take it, slut; you know you can and you will."

I heard her breathing catch in her throat. Despite her loving to fuck and suck, Annie hates being called a slut. Although she despises that term, she didn't react negatively to his derogatory appellative and, to me, it appeared that, at that moment, Annie had finally given in, stopped fighting the inevitable and started accepting the challenges of her circumstance. 

Annie, the deep throat artist, managed to get almost half of his mammoth cock down her throat. She later told me that there was something about his sheer size, the way he approached her and the presence of all of the huge cocks that made her want to do anything for these boys. She recounted that a submissive thrill had run down her spine as more and more of the impressive dick made its way into her mouth.

As Annie continued to accommodate the long, fat cock at her face, the other of the "shorter", muscular, black guys quickly slammed his ebony cock deep into my wife's dripping cunt. He held her ankles in order to keep her legs over his shoulders, rose up over her, and drove his cock deeply into her slippery cavern, then deeper and deeper inside her with every thrust until his tightened ball sack was slapping her firm ass with the rapidity of a jack hammer. He maintained this rapid pace for a few minutes, and then came with a monstrous grunt. Again, I was surprised at how quickly the boy had cum and I could see that his ejaculate was leaking from Annie's tight pussy even despite the fact that his cock remained hard inside her tight glove. He pulled out, cock still hard and glistening with Annie's and his mixed juices, and the second shorter boy took his place.

The chiseled boy looked as if he was thoroughly enjoying just having Annie's tight little mouth around his proud member. He held tightly to her head while he slowly fed more and more of his great python into her, obviously seeing how much of it she could engulf. There was no thrusting, just a gentle downward pressure intended to compel her to deep-throat his prodigious member.

She gagged as the beast once more entered the gateway to her throat and continued its journey downward, again, nearly cutting off her air-supply. She appeared to panic slightly and tried to pull her head upward and off the invading monster, breathing desperately for a few moments before taking it back between her lips. I caught a glimpse of her eyes and she actually looked as if she wanted to feel this stranger's huge cock buried in her throat!

The boy laughed gently and teased Annie, while looking at me, "It is a bit bigger than my friends' but we're all a lot bigger than what you're used to; isn't that true, slut?"

I could tell that she wanted to defend me from the taunts of the cocky boy, but when she met his eyes, the fight went out of her; he was right after all: theirs penises were all much bigger than my average size cock. Still with his dick in her mouth, she nodded her agreement, as he continued to smile down at her.

Sensing her defeat, the boy pulled her head more tightly against his cock, compelling her to focus on his invasion of her throat. She didn't fight as he forced her against the monster cock, compelling her to ignore her gag reflex and to accommodate his mass as it slid down her throat.

She told me that she was intrigued with the sheer size of each of them. She remembered, in particular, that she thought about this boy's cock, "He's so huge! I do love a challenge. I wonder how much of his cock I can take in my throat?" 

As I watched, she took more and more of his cock inside as she continued to ignore her insistent gag reflex. 

Just an inch or so short of taking all of him, she gave up and pulled her mouth off his dick once again, coughing and drooling down her chin as she did so. Instinctively, once her depleted oxygen had been restored, she began sucking again, earning a quiet moan from the boy, as her tongue played with the soft underside of his dickhead. She had not been sucking long in this renewed effort, when he informed her, with a throaty groan that he was going to cum. 

At that, she increased the speed of her ministrations and he erupted, cupping her cheeks and holding her tightly onto his spewing cock. She attempted to swallow the entirety of his load as he released her face, but the last spurt dripped down and off her chin. She looked up at him, still with his shrinking dick in her mouth and I witnessed her give him a wicked grin. 

As the large dollop of semen made its way down her chin, he commented, "God, your face is even sexier with my cum on it!"

She released his cock, gave the huge head a few, playful licks to elicit the last drop from it and cleaned off the last of his semen, moaning as she did this humiliating act. She had convinced me that she would more than survive in this outrage, she was loving it!

As the chiseled boy finished in Annie's mouth, another of the tall boys took his place and the shorter boy with the very dark penis, crawled between Annie's thighs. He also pulled her legs up over his shoulders so that he could gain easier access to her opening. I watched as he drew his dark lance along her slit, lubricating himself with her womanly juices and those of his predecessor, making his cockhead appear even darker, if that was possible, as it took on a glossy purple patina as a result of his natural color and their prolific lubrication. 

I watched as she took the shorter boy's very dark penis inside her, his cock appearing to fill her pussy completely. I knew she was relishing the 'lubrication' left there by his friend just a few moments before. He reached his large hands forward, mauling her exposed breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples cruelly, and started stroking in and out of her pussy with hard and fast pistoning. Slamming his cock into her dripping cunt, it wasn't long before Annie had obviously begun to cum over and over again. She would later tell me it wasn't a single long orgasm but, rather, like rolling surf with repeated apexes and nadirs, continuing but never completely stopping from that point forward.

A few minutes into their joust, the boy with the darkest penis, now firmly positioned between my wife's legs, gave a mighty shove and moaned as he added his hot, sticky cum to her already dripping pussy. This caused Annie to scream as she bucked against his thrusting cock hard enough to make the black cock at her face fall from her mouth. 

When he was done filling her, he backed away from her, grinning from ear to ear.

Instead of placing himself back into Annie's throat, the chiseled young man, who had been at her head, crawled quickly between her legs and positioned himself at her once tight opening,

Annie clearly expressed her imminent need for him to be inside her, moaning, "Please fuck me. I want to keep cumming like this."

You didn't have to tell that young boy something like that twice. He certainly didn't want to be the first to disappoint my wife and grabbed Annie tightly by the waist. Using his strong black hands, he pulled her down to the tip of his penis and drove into Annie's pussy with a full half twist, his penis slicing through the swollen lips of her excited pussy like a heated knife through butter. Her legs wrapped around his waist and Annie held him tightly to her as she continued her orgasmic gyrations. Apparently the tip of his long appendage must have stimulated Annie's G-spot because she began to experience multiple orgasms for the second time in just a few minutes: twisting, dancing and, ultimately, shaking uncontrollably as the boy fucked her in that simple hotel room. Annie's legs held his black cock so tightly inside her pink, pirouetting pussy that his balls looked as if they might also try to get inside. Annie was mumbling, screaming, and yelling until the boy melted in her cunt.

Until this time, Ian had not taken part in Annie's rape but he wanted to be a part of it now. As the chiseled boy's penis filled Annie with another blast of Black semen, Ian made his way to the head of the bed and pressed his sizeable penis against Annie's lips, demanding admission to her mouth. Annie slowly sucked Ian's half-hard cock into her willing throat despite the impressive size of his member. She seemed to take special care not to hurry Ian and I noted she kept direct eye contact with him as she began to take more and more of him into her warm pressure tube. I could see that he was speaking to Annie in a very low voice so that only she and he could hear the dialog. Suddenly, I had the distinct impression that the two of them were not novice lovers yet I knew differently...didn't I?

Ian pushed Annie up so that she was now in a sitting position on the edge of the bed with her legs dangling over the side so he could fuck her mouth. I watched as she allowed this young black stranger to grasp behind her head to hold her in the position he wanted. Every now and again he would pull his cock from her throat so that she could gasp for a needed breath. I was agog as Annie tried her very best to deep throat Ian even as his huge, black cock fairly dripped with cum as it slipped between and then from my wife's painted lips. 

He continued to work his cock in and out of her mouth until he told Annie, with a roar that he was going to cum. Then he pulled out of her mouth and tightly held her hair as he stroked himself to a massive orgasm, cumming on her face, as he began to laugh aloud. He shot loads of his white spunk onto her lips and tongue; he shoved his penis into her mouth again to be certain that she tasted his effluent; there was so much volume that Annie couldn't swallow it all and several rivulets ran down her chin and dripped down onto her beautiful breasts. I thought he was finished, but I was wrong, because he shoved his cock back into her mouth and continued stroking as she allowed him to fuck her face as if it were an everyday occurrence. I could tell that Ian soon came again because of the way she choked and yet she tried to push his softening penis far enough into her throat that she could lick his balls as he released. It was an awesome show by both of them and I was even more impressed with Annie's ability to satiate the huge black cocks than I had even been before. 

Annie finally slipped off Ian's throbbing cock and she lay back on the large double bed with her legs still over the side; she spread her legs so that I could see the cum oozing out of her cunt just as it was running down her chin and onto her breasts.

She quietly motioned for Ian to come back to her and whispered in his ear.

Ian looked at me, sitting comfortably in my armchair as my wife had been ravaged by all of these black boys and he said to me, "Don't you feel even a little bit guilty, sitting comfortably as your wife does all of this hard work?"

I did my best to look contrite without seeming overly guilty and replied, "Annie looks like she is having fun to me, Ian. Do you think I should feel guilty?"

He wasted no time in replying. "To me, you are lower than a snake's ass. I feel that you have put your beautiful, classy and sexy wife into an absolutely untenable situation for which she then had to suffer while you sat back and watched, comfortable in your circumstance."

"I want you to realize what you have been putting your wife through. Get over here and clean that pussy and be glad that I'm not making you clean the dicks that have soiled it as well!"

I was shocked by his manner. I thought he and I had developed a sort of mutuality of purpose if not a friendly comradery. Obviously, that was not the case.

He looked at me with obvious contempt and commanded, "Now, boy!"

I stood to move toward where Annie lay and he said, "Crawl to her and make it quick or I'll help you get to where you need to be."

I moved quickly between Annie's splayed thighs and began the task of cleaning her vulva with my tongue. The amassed wetness that so thoroughly pooled in and around her most private area was copious and nearly gagged me with its sheer volume. It was dripping everywhere: down her legs, into her bottom crack but much was also collected in and near the entry to her vagina. I licked and sucked as much as I could and I thought Annie might have had an orgasm or two as I administered to her obvious need. When I thought I had her entire mons veneris area as clean as I could get it, I stopped my efforts and sat back on my heels, looking for approval from Ian. He pushed me out of the way and, again splaying Annie's legs as far apart as he could spread them, looked intently at her vaginal area.

"It'll do for now but don't think that your job is done, boy."

I meekly replied, "Yes, Sir, I do understand. May I use the bathroom? I'd like to clean up a bit."

Ian quickly denied my request, stating, "You can stay the way you are. Maybe you'll be a bit more careful of the position you put your wife in if a little cum dries on your face."

I sat back in my chair without comment.

All of the boys except the third of the taller ones, had used Annie now, in one way or another. Ian asked that young man if he was ready to fuck Annie. 

His reply was enlightening.

"I'd rather use her mouth, for now, Ian, it's just so much more intimate and I do like the way she sucks from what I've seen."

Ian simply indicated that he could use my wife in any way he wanted. He pushed his penis toward Annie's waiting mouth and she opened wide to accommodate his more than adequate size.

He quickly introduced his hard cock to Annie's soft lips and, after the brief interlude with me, she suddenly found herself with another hard cock in her warm and accommodating mouth. Instinctively, she began sucking, getting a soft moan from the boy at her face, as her tongue played with the soft underside of his dickhead.

She slid as much of his long, thick, black cock into her warm and welcoming mouth as she could harbor and began sucking in earnest, adding just the right amount of pressure on his cockhead, swirling her sensual tongue around and under, licking and teasing all of the sensitive spots. She seemed to know exactly what he liked and soon his breathing was labored; he was nearing his release!

The boy roughly pushed down on her long blond hair, silently letting her know exactly what he wanted. She smiled into his eyes, engulfed his delightful erection and dutifully lowered her head down on his fat dick, understanding, even without hearing, his directions to perfection.

"Ah, yeah...!" he groaned as she took even more of his long shaft into her mouth. 

She didn't struggle with the attempt to deep throat this young man, just as she had with all the others; it seemed that her gag-reflex was turned off this evening. She began bobbing her head up and down his lengthy hardness taking it as deep as she could, while sucking and slurping on it as if it were the best thing she'd ever tasted. 

I wondered if, right now, she actually thought that might be the case.

It was obvious to me that Annie's amazing mouth on his cock, combined with the insanely hot images he had witnessed of her being fucked by his friends in this anonymous hotel-room was quickly driving him towards the edge.




The Party Ch. 11



Note: This story is the eleventh episode in a series entitled "The Party". If you have not read the previous ten episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant hot wife humiliates her submissive cuckold husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories I strongly suggest you find something else to read.

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I closed the front door and went to my wife's bedroom. Her door was closed. I knocked.

"Yes?"

"It's me Mistress Janet. Mr. Turner said that you wanted to see me."

"Peanut you may come in."

I opened the door and entered my wife's bedroom. Janet was lying in the middle of the bed that used to be ours. She was naked. The covers were all pulled down to the foot of the bed. My wife's legs were brazenly spread apart. Her cunt was stretched open. She'd obviously been having intercourse. There was a small pool of fresh semen on the sheets directly below her pussy. I couldn't help staring at her.

When she noticed where I was looking she smiled at me and said, "I'm sure you can see that I've had a very exciting evening. Jerome is a real stud."

I nodded politely. "Yes Mistress, I could hear you when I was in the den. It sounded like you were having a good time."

Janet winked at me. "Peanut I wasn't having a good time, I was having a wonderful time. There's nothing like getting fucked by a real man. Look at how Jerome's big dick stretched my cunt. It felt so good." 

She started laughing. "If you tried fuck me with your little pee pee right now, neither of us would feel a thing." 

It was evident that my wife was still feeling very dominant. She was taking every opportunity to taunt me about her lovemaking session with Jerome.

Janet looked down at her cunt. "Peanut, it looks like my boyfriend left quite a mess."

She leered at me. "My boyfriend always makes a lot of cum. I'll bet he never jerks off. Of course between his wife and me, he's getting so much pussy that he probably never has time to jerk off."

Janet traced the edges of her stretched out cunt with the tip of her finger. "Look at all this cum. 

She looked up at me and wiggled that same finger at me. "Come here Peanut, this is the perfect cleanup job for a good little cuckboy like you."

I got on the bed and crawled in between Janet's legs. 

"Start with the pool of cum on the sheets."

I closed my eyes and started licking Jerome's semen off of the sheets. This time I was prepared for the taste and consistency, so I was able to control my gag reflex.

As soon as the sheets were clean Janet sat up and pulled me up by my dog collar. "Cuckboy, roll over." 

I did as I was told. When I was lying on my back Janet straddled my head, sat down and pressed her cum dripping cunt against my lips.

Once she was comfortably seated my wife laughed. "You really are a very well behaved pet."

Janet started rocking back and forth on my face. As she moved, a river of warm semen ran into my mouth. For the next several minutes I licked and swallowed Jerome's cum as it leaked out of my wife's gaping cunt.

My wife finally seemed to tire of this game and leaned forward. "Slaveboy, suck on my clit. Make me cum one more time before I go to sleep tonight."

I put my lips around Janet's clit, sucked it into my mouth and started flicking it with my tongue. Janet was already aroused so it wasn't long before she arched her back and had another orgasm.

When her climax started to subside my wife rolled off of my face, lay back on her pillows and closed her eyes. I rolled over onto my stomach. For the next few moments I lay between her legs and watched her. Janet was the picture of serenity. 

Just when I was beginning to think she was asleep my wife opened her eyes and smiled at me. After a moment she said, "Peanut, you've been a very well behaved little slave this afternoon. You deserve a nice reward." She sat up and patted my cheek. "I know just what will make a little wimp like you happy."

Janet rolled over onto her stomach, reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart. "There you are slave boy, enjoy." She started giggling. "Feel free to lick my asshole all you want while you jerk off."

After spending the entire afternoon watching my wife fawn over and make love to another man, this may have been the ultimate indignity. Jerome had just spent the past few hours enjoying my wife in anyway he wanted and now this was all I was being offered. 

As I lay there looking at my wife's gorgeous ass I realized that I was her slave and my goddess was being generous. She could have chosen to send me to my room without any release at all.

I took a deep breath, pressed my lips against Janet's ass and pushed my tongue into her anus. At the same time I started stroking myself. It was a matter of seconds before my tiny penis was spurting its little dribble of semen. 

After I was done ejaculating I sat up. "Mistress I'm finished."

Janet rolled over and giggled. "Did you have fun cuckboy?"

I nodded. "Yes Mistress Janet. It was an honor to be able to lick your asshole and I thank you for allowing me to jerk off."

Janet patted my head. "It was my pleasure slave boy." 

My wife was silent for a moment and then she stretched and yawned. "Peanut, I've had a big day. I'm tired, I think it's time for you to go to your room so I can go to sleep."

My heart sank. I was hoping that Janet might let me sleep with her.

I got off of the bed and stood up. "I'm sorry Mistress Janet. I didn't mean to overstay my welcome."

Janet smiled. "You're excused slave boy. Just don't let it happen again."

"I understand Mistress Janet, it won't.

My wife rolled over so her back was facing me. "Good, I'm glad you understand, now leave."

I stared at Janet for a moment and then I meekly started for her bedroom door.

Janet stopped me. "Slaveboy, aren't you going to kiss your Mistress goodnight."

My heart soared. I eagerly turned. I was ready to smother my wife with kisses when I saw her holding her right foot in the air. 

She started giggling. "Here slaveboy, kiss my toes."

I returned to my wife's bed and gave her foot a series of gentle kisses. 

When I was done with her right foot, Janet lifted her left foot. "And now this one."

Once I was finished kissing each of my wife's toes I gently laid her foot on her bed and started to leave her bedroom. When I reached the door I hesitated for a moment. I was hoping that Janet would stop me and invite me to spend the night sharing her bed. She didn't, so I left her room and sadly walked down to my new bedroom.

As soon as I got into my room I pulled off my panties and Tinkerbell tee shirt and removed my dog collar. 

I set the dog collar on my new dresser and went across the hall to my new bathroom. I took a quick shower. When I was done I brushed my teeth, went back to my bedroom, put on a pair of clean gym shorts and climbed into bed.

Sunday afternoon and evening had been an emotional roller coaster for me. My wife had just spent the day methodically stripping away all of my rights and privileges as an adult male. It was true, I did have a good time; but even though Janet frequently made it clear that she loved me, watching her freely give those rights and privileges to another man was emotionally traumatic. I was tired and my spirits were down.

The casual manner in which she'd just sent me to my room made me feel even lower. For a few moments I sat on the edge of my bed with my face buried in my hands. I felt like crying. 

Finally I managed to pull myself together. The past twenty-four hours had been a combination of intense excitement and emotional trauma. I realized that I was exhausted. I sighed and tried to focus my attention on the wonderfully erotic games we'd played. After a few moments I started to feel much better. I was beginning to understand that life as my wife's slave was going to be an incredibly exciting adventure.

I picked up my book and was just starting to read when I heard a light knock on my door and a very soft voice say, "Robbie."

I sat up and swung my feet onto the floor. Once I was sitting on the side of the bed I said, "Janet, please come in."

The bedroom door opened. My wife stepped into my room. All she was wearing was a pair of pink thong panties. For a moment I just gazed at her. As far as I was concerned, Janet was the most beautiful woman in the entire world.

My wife stood inside the door and stared at me. Finally she sighed and said, "Robbie do you hate me?"

I smiled at her. "Of course not. What would make you say such a thing?"

She bit her lower lip. "Sweetheart, I was so awful to you today."

I shook my head and patted the spot next to me on the bed. "Please come over and sit down."

Janet walked over to the side of the bed. Tears wear running down her cheeks. 

I got up, put my arms around her and whispered into her ear. "Everything is okay. You didn't do anything wrong."

I sat back down on the edge of the bed and gently pulled her down next to me. Once we were both seated I said, "Now tell me why you're so upset."

Janet started to cry. "Robbie, I was so mean to you today. You're the kindest most wonderful man I've ever met. I love you more than anyone in the world. How can I be so cruel to you?"

I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Did you enjoy it?"

She stared at me. After a moment she said, "Well yes, but..."

I kissed her again. "So did I."

I picked up Janet's right hand and held it between both of my hands. "Baby, I loved it when you were being dominant this afternoon."

"But I made you watch while another man fucked me and I called you names and I..."

"I know, and some of the things you did made me feel bad."

Janet looked into my eyes. "Sweetie I'm so sorry."

"No, they were supposed to make me feel bad. That's the point."

Janet shrugged. "Robbie all of this is so confusing."

I nodded. "I know, but we're both smart people who love each other. We'll figure all of this out." 

I put my arm around my wife. She snuggled up to me and we quietly hugged each other. 

After a moment I whispered to her. "Do you feel better now."

Janet sat up and looked a me. "No, I don't."

"What else is wrong?"

"Robbie I hated today."

"What do you mean? You enjoyed the sex you got from Jerome didn't you?"

"Well yes, of course I did."

"And we played some fun domination games didn't we?"

"Yes, but this was Sunday. Robbie I didn't get to do the Sunday crossword with you. We didn't have coffee and toast at the dining room table together. I didn't get to sit in the kitchen with you and drink wine while you made dinner."

Janet shook her head. "Robbie, we had a wonderful bottle of wine today and we didn't get to talk about it like we always do. I love it when we drink our wine and talk about why we like it or don't like it." She giggled, "I don't think either of us knows what we're talking about, but it's still fun."

My wife shrugged. "Baby we didn't get to have our usual Sunday and I love our Sunday's."

I patted Janet's hand. "I have an idea."

"What is it?"

"How about if we designate Sunday as wife husband day."

"Can we do that?"

"I laughed. "Janet honey this is our life, we can do anything we want."

"Maybe Saturday could be Mistress slave day."

I grinned at her. "That sounds like a wonderful idea." I leaned over and kissed Janet's cheek. "Sweetheart we have lots of time to work all of this out."

My wife kissed me. "Robbie, you're the smartest man in the whole world."

I chuckled. "It's a good thing you feel that way, because I have the tiniest dick in the world."

Janet rubbed my crotch and giggled. "Yes you do Peanut, and I am madly in love with your tiny little dick."

"Yeah, just as long as you have a steady supply of great big dicks for sucking and fucking."

Janet winked at me. "That is true cuckboy, but right now I want to suck some tiny dick. Can I use yours?"

I can't think of anything I'd like more."

Janet went down on me. This was actually the first time she'd ever tried to give me a second orgasm during a session of lovemaking.

I playfully mentioned it to her. "I am honored, this is the first time you've ever tried to make me cum two times in the same night."

My wife stopped what she was doing and sat up. "Are you serious?"

I nodded, "Yes."

Janet stared at me for a moment. Finally she said, "I think you're right."

She got very quiet. "Robbie, that's awful. I've been terrible to you."

My wife stared at the floor for a long time. Finally she looked up at me. "Robbie honey I am so sorry. I think I can explain, but it still doesn't excuse me."

She took a deep breath. "You cum quickly and you have a tiny cock, that's part of it; but you also eat pussy better than any man I've ever met."

I grinned at Janet. "I like doing it."

She laughed. "Baby that's obvious and you are an absolute artist with your tongue."

Janet got quiet for a moment. Finally she said, "I suppose that is the real reason."

I stared at my wife with a puzzled expression. "I don't understand."

She shrugged. "You're so good at eating my pussy and your cock is tiny."

Janet closed her eyes. "I had all those other guys with big cocks and they felt so good in my cunt and my mouth so I was getting plenty of satisfaction. Your cock was so tiny, but you were so good with your tongue." 

She giggled. "It really is a thrill when you start licking me." 

My wife stopped for a moment. When she spoke again her voice was very quiet. "I'm sorry honey. but I guess I just got into the habit of finishing you as quickly as I could so I could feel your tongue in my pussy."

Janet sighed. "I really have been very selfish with you. Can you ever forgive me?"

I squeezed my wife's hand. "Of course I can forgive you, but I'm not certain there's anything to forgive."

I took a moment and collected my thoughts. "Janet, when I look back on our two years together, I now understand that I've always felt like the submissive partner in our marriage. Maybe you're right, maybe you could have tried to pay more attention to giving me pleasure; but I'm not sure I would have liked that. In the past twenty-four hours we have established very clearly that you enjoy being dominant and I enjoy being submissive."

I grinned at my wife. "I love licking your pussy. I'm proud of the fact that I am good at it."

Janet winked at me. "I definitely married the right man."

I nodded, "Yes you did. We were very lucky that we found each other. You're my ying and I'm your yang. We belong together."

I shrugged, "I suppose you're right. You could have given me more opportunities to give you lousy sex with my tiny dick, but I think we found a much more mutually satisfying way to express our love. Janet, you weren't being selfish. We were both inadvertently giving each other exactly what we wanted."

I smiled at my wife. "And now that everything is out in the open our possibilities are limitless."

My wife threw her arms around me and kissed me hard on the lips. "Peanut, I love you so much." 

After a moment Janet pushed me down on the bed so I was lying on my back. She kneeled next to me, pulled my gym shorts down and lowered her face to my crotch. I fluffed up a pillow and put it under my head so I could watch as she put my tiny penis into her mouth. This was a wonderful treat. My wife rarely sucked my cock.

Having had orgasm less than a half hour earlier did make a difference. I didn't cum immediately. I lasted for over five minutes. I didn't have the control that Jerome had demonstrated, but I lasted long enough to allow Janet to do some of the same wonderful things that she'd done to her boyfriend.

My wife started by sucking on the head of my penis while she played with my balls, then she held my cock up and licked the underside of my tiny shaft. This was wonderful. I'd never imagined that anything could feel that good. After that she licked my balls while she stroked my tiny penis. Janet was giving me her finest effort. It was fabulous.

When she was done licking my balls Janet put my little erection back in her mouth and stroked my cock while she sucked me. This put me over the edge. I came almost immediately.

Janet kept my cock in her mouth while I ejaculated. When I was done she pushed herself up the bed so that her face was even with my face. She was smiling as she pressed her lips against my lips and pushed my semen into my mouth with her tongue.

"Swallow it baby, swallow all of it."

As soon as I swallowed my cum Janet put her arms around me and giggled. "Robbie we're going to have so much fun together."

I smiled at my wife. "I never imagined that anything could be that wonderful."

Suddenly Janet got very quiet. 

I looked at her. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

"Robbie I'm so sorry that I haven't been doing that for you ever since we met."

I kissed her forehead. "I think we already put that issue to rest. Janet I cherish every minute that we've spent together. I wouldn't change a thing."

Janet sighed. "Robbie you're a wonderful man."

I kissed my wife's cheek. "Would you like me to go down on you one more time before we go to sleep."

Janet shook her head. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry. I love it when you eat my pussy, but Jerome really wore me out this evening. I think I just want to go to sleep. Is that okay?"

I smiled. "It's just fine."

My wife put her head on my shoulder and cuddled up to me.

We lay together silently. After several minutes. Janet rolled over and looked at me. "Robbie when we have wife husband day on Sundays can we have wife husband sex on Sunday nights?"

"I think that would be wonderful."

She giggled. "Next Sunday I want to see how many times we can make little Robbie stand up."

I started laughing. "I can't wait."

Janet cuddled up to me again. We were both almost asleep when I quietly whispered, "I still want to be your little cuckold slave."

My wife sighed. "And I still want to torment my little cuckold slave."



The Party Ch. 11



 All participants in this chapter are over the age of eighteen. You might want to read the prior chapters so that this one will have a proper context. It's been a long process, but one I've enjoyed writing.

Annie was gone for only a short while, maybe as long as ten minutes, but no longer. In her absence, the three remaining boys talked among themselves and generally ignored me. 

I asked Ian if they were finished abusing my wife and he looked at his friends as if to confirm their mindset but he didn't answer me.

At about that same time, Annie, wrapped in a large, white, terrycloth bath towel emerged from the bathroom, having taken a quick shower and applied a bit of fresh makeup. 

She asked, "Are we done with the blackmail, yet?"

Ian stood naked in front of Annie, still sporting a semi-hard cock that he seemed to be very proud of, and spoke directly to her even though I had asked the question a few moments before.

"We're not quite done yet. We think you're good for one more go- around and we want to take advantage of this situation while we can. Since we've already each cum at least once, we'll be easy on you. Even though it'll probably take each of us a bit longer to cum the next time, there are only the three of us, now, and we feel you're up to the task. Besides, we feel we've earned the right to have a little more fun at your expense because of your lousy husband's bad behavior."

He ogled Annie up and down, not hiding his excitement at being in control, and continued, "Why are you being so modest? It's not like we haven't seen everything already. Drop the towel and get back on the bed." 

Annie grinned and replied, "That's ok by me, Ian. I'm just getting started. I think it'll be fun to see if I can match the energy you little boys can muster in the next round. I'm game if you are."

Annie has always liked a challenge but I was still amazed at her flippant response. Then I looked at Annie's face and realized she meant every crazy word she had just uttered and was looking forward to the next rounds as much as she had dreaded the first. 

She had, it seemed, caught a second wind while in the shower and I thought, even more significantly, she also had internalized that these boys meant her no real harm so why not enjoy the opportunity to experiment and experience all that they could bring. I also thought she liked the fact that the other three had left so that she could concentrate her efforts on just the remaining young men.

Without any more prodding, Annie proudly dropped the towel, strutted back to the bed and lay on it, spreading her legs widely and raising her knees.

"Does anyone see anything they'd like to play with?" Annie teased.

The shorter boy with the very dark penis, without saying a word, made his way back toward the head of the bed and unceremoniously placed his huge cock back against Annie's lips. As he started working his cock in and out, the chiseled boy crawled behind Annie and slipped his cock into her dripping pussy. With a grunt, he shoved that monster all the way in without expending a great deal of effort and without apparent harm to Annie's tender parts. 

Annie adjusted her position so that she was lying on her side, facing me, and the boy behind her raised himself up just a bit, spooning almost and looking directly at me, as he continued to fuck my wife from behind with his prodigious black man-meat. 

Annie later told me that his cock was so thick that it took both of her hands to hold it in the proper position as she guided him carefully into her belly.

"Shit, it's HUGE!" she gasped, echoing the initial words that had come out of her mouth when she had first seen that boy's sexual apparatus. 

"Christ, you're going to tear me apart with that thing!" Annie cried, repeating the rest of the words she had spoken when she first saw his monster cock. 

She looked over her shoulder and into his eyes, with a mixture of appreciation and reverence, then back at mine. 

As his cock continued to batter her tight cunt, though I could sense that it hurt her a bit, she didn't once appear to want him to slow down or ease up with his thrusting. 

She later told me that, though it had initially hurt as she stretched to accommodate his girth, he soon felt so good in her tummy that stopping him was never even an afterthought! She hadn't ever experienced anything that big inside her, previously, and she said it was an amazing experience! 

As his cock continued to stuff her insides from the rear, the pain and pleasure seemed to become incredibly, intensely mixed, to the extent that his fucking appeared to occupy her entire universe, so much so that she seemed to nearly forget the boy at her face, sucking him only as an afterthought.

Continuing to encourage the boy behind her, I heard Annie yell, "Oh God, yes! Give me that monster! Ah...!" 

As his huge penis pushed all the way inside, finally reaching the very limits of her vagina and expanding her walls as nothing ever had before, she mumbled and moaned and I thought I heard her say, "So biiig..!" 

Not a word she said for the next few minutes was more coherent than that and it actually appeared she could pass out if she would let herself.

"Fuck, you're tight, Lady," the chiseled boy groaned but he continued to pound her pussy relentlessly, saying, "You like my big cock, don't you? You need it, don't you?"

"Oh, yes!" my wife readily agreed, "I need to have it, always!"

She had forgotten the two other horny boys and her husband were all still within hearing distance as she continued in her coital reverie with the boy behind her! In fact, for the moment, it appeared nothing mattered to Annie that was not directly related to the unbelievable feelings the thrusting lad was creating deep inside her.

"I need it so badly!"

Though his penis was long, nearly twice as long as mine, with heavy, thick, distended veins, I was still amazed by Annie's sudden abandon. She had always assured me that she was not a "size queen" and that mine was more than adequate. 

Her mantra had always been: "It's not the size of the penis, but how you use it that matters." 

Her reaction to this boy's equipment pushing against her opened womb opened my reluctant eyes to a far different reality. 

As I watched Annie being pleasured by the two boys, I lost all sense of time. The chiseled boy continued to drive Annie from one mind numbing orgasm to the next. Her mind seemed totally out of control, yet their bodies appeared to be completely in sync: He tugged and twisted her nipples, rammed, pulled, pushed, and shoved himself into her body as if she were a sex doll, inflated for only his personal use. 

While all of this was transpiring, Ian sat across from me in the desk chair and quietly watched. Once in a while, I would glance in his direction. While he had a continuous smile, he also seemed rapt by Annie's ravishment.

Without even being aware of it, the two men using her established a symbiotic rhythm; the chiseled boy would thrust far up into her pussy, pushing her mouth onto the shorter boy's hard, dark cock, which would, in turn, thrust back, forcing her even further down onto that magnificent dick in her sopping pussy. Stuck, and I mean, literally stuck in the middle, my Annie was in her own sexual nirvana as two huge cocks pleasured her, one on each end, bringing her gratification that was immeasurable. 

About the time Annie had professed her eternal need for the chiseled boy's penis, the one fucking her face, who had nearly been forgotten during Annie's throes of coital pleasure, moaned loudly as he came in Annie's mouth. 

Wanting to be certain that she didn't waste any of his precious gifts, he grabbed my wife by the back of the head and held her tightly against his twitching cock until he had completely emptied another load down her throat. When he was through cumming, he eased his penis from between her lips and then insisted that she lick the glans to get every drop of cum from his shrinking member. 

Annie's only comment to this rude treatment was, "Mmmmm". "Mm! Mmmm!" 

As she concentrated on ministering to the shorter boy, she also moaned loudly every time the monster in her pussy made it all the way into her hidden depths, places that I could never even dream of touching inside her. 

As I listened to Annie's babbling while she served two masters, I began to think the vocabulary she had learned in her formative collegiate years, was lost in the moment. She was talking in such a naughty manner and I loved both hearing and watching her when she was kinky and dirty like this. I also knew she loved being in her present circumstance, social graces be damned, and stretching the boundaries of propriety. Being bad was something at which my Annie clearly excelled. Even then, she had one more surprise for me.

After Annie had finished cleaning the shorter boy's penis to his liking, the chiseled boy slowed his pace at her request. He looked as if he might need a bit of rest, too, but that was not her plan.

While Annie and the boy behind her stayed connected at the hip, Annie sought Ian's attention and waved him over to her. As he approached her, she reached out to him and grasped his erect penis, pulling him close to her so she could whisper quietly. 

I thought she was going to ask Ian to embarrass me further by making me perform cleanup cunnilingus as I had before, but I was very wrong.

With something approaching reverence, as they quietly spoke, she held Ian's throbbing monster in her little hand. She was barely able to reach around its vast thickness and his girth was a real plus for her. With her fingers tightly squeezing his mighty dick, she began stroking him up and down, almost as if her hand had a will of its own. It was obvious to me that she was very, very turned on by Ian.

They whispered for a bit, quietly enough for me not to understand their conversation. She later told me it consisted simply of her asking:

"Ian, I think I want to experience anal sex. Would you please do me the honor of taking my anal cherry?" 

And Ian's asking in reply, "Are you sure, Annie? You told me that anal was strictly off limits."

Annie replied, "It's time I try it. If I don't like it I won't do it again and I want to do it with someone who's done it before. You have experience, don't you? I would never want someone do it, at least the first time, who didn't have that experience."

Ian nodded his assent to both questions, looking directly into Annie's eyes.

Then Ian turned his gaze to me and asked, "Hey, man, you don't mind if your wife and try something you haven't done with her, do you?"

I knew it was a rhetorical question but I'm sure my astonishment was evident all over my shocked face. There were very few things Annie and I hadn't tried that we both had expressed an interest in trying. In fact, anal sex was the only thing I could think of, at the moment, that we had taken off the table early on and just not brought up again. 

Annie had always told me, when I had broached the subject, that anal play was a real turn off for her. She feared the pain; she thought it was dirty; she wondered why men always seemed to want to invade that space. And now...as I watched...it was obvious that she had asked this stranger to take her in that most intimate and accepting manner. I didn't know what to think about this inexplicable turn of events. 

I sat quietly for a moment, then answered, "I just want her safe and happy, Ian. Other than that I have no say in the matter. It's between the two of you."

Ian didn't need that kind of invitation and/or permission twice and he wasn't the kind of boy to hesitate when he knew he was in for a special treat. He wasted no time in climbing on the bed and aligning himself behind Annie. He eagerly knelt behind her, between her legs and spread her ass-cheeks. He opened a tube of lubricant that had mysteriously been sitting on the bedside table. 

I tried to read the label. The stuff was called Anal Eez, or something like that. 

He slicked himself liberally and then squirted plenty of the goo onto Annie's anal cleft, spreading the gel around her bottom hole, gleefully, and even gently inserting his finger into her anus in order to spread a bit of it inside her. 

As I adjusted my position to better view these kinky acts, Annie raised herself to her hands and knees to better offer her anal opening to Ian. She asked the boy who had been behind her to re-position himself so that she could ride him, cowgirl style. He complied, lying prone on his back with his massive manhood pointing straight at the ceiling. Again, I marveled at Annie's optimism regarding her very capacity to accommodate the two of them simultaneously. This would be something to see, for sure.

Once Annie was comfortable with her position "in the saddle", Ian parted her cheeks and slowly pressed his bulbous head against her anus. I saw her begin to give, to take Ian's penis inside her, as he slowly slid his thick black stick up her slippery, wet, virginal, bottom hole. 

She later said, "When Ian began to rape me anally, it did hurt at first; no, it burned actually. I had heard from a few of my girlfriends that it would burn like that at the beginning. I also thought I might have made a real mistake asking Ian to help me that first time since he has such a large penis to insert into that small, untested place. On the other hand, I really wanted to try anal at least once in my lifetime; thought Ian would have probably had some prior experience at doing it (which he had acknowledged), and so I thought it was worth the short duration of pain in order to have the adventure." 

"That being said, the second cock, upon which I was impaled, was stuffing my pussy already; Ian's entry into my bowels made me feel as if I had four feet of cock in me, instead of close to two."

Then with a grin, she continued, "For a moment there, just before Ian started to enter me from behind, I wished the third boy had not just come in my mouth a few minutes before so that he could shove his thick, fat cock back into my face and I could experience them all fucking me silly at the same time; I wanted to be a "three-hole-slut."

That was my Annie, always bending the rules and always seeking her limits. I watched silently as Ian pushed slowly but forcefully into Annie's rear passage. He was only partly in when he started a slow, rhythmic motion, causing her to slide sideways against the prone boy's shaft. 

"Fuck!" Annie cried loudly, in both pain and pleasure, as the long, black cock slowly but unstoppably worked its way up her tight ass, "That is so FUCKING big!" 

It was not like my conservative wife to commonly use such language. Then I thought about what she was doing and with whom. None of this was common to Annie. I brought myself back to the hotel room and continued to watch silently as Ian accelerated his assault upon Annie's anal passage.

Somewhere in this time, having seemingly read Annie's mind, the shorter boy, whom all of us had thought was finished for the day, stepped toward Annie's head and indicated that she should take him back into her rima oris, once more. 

I couldn't believe the smile that covered her face almost instantly. 

The threesome soon found a co-operative rhythm, once more, this time driven by Ian's penetration of her ass from behind. His thrusts made her gyrations against the boy, whose huge penis was abusing her pussy, more horizontal than vertical but also pushed her mouth further onto the cock in front of her. Ian controlled the pace of this invasion by grabbing and holding Annie firmly by the hips, squeezing her ass-cheeks tightly, using the leverage he created from behind her to direct her movements to his liking and the delight of the other two boys. Annie groaned and squealed as her anus gradually stretched so that she could accommodate his large penis almost comfortably.

While Ian continued to explore her delightful rear-end, the boy below maintained his pace in and out of Annie's pussy, periodically telling her how tight she was, especially as he could feel Ian through the thin wall between her ass and pussy! The lad in front of her just moaned.

In, and out, back and forth, twisting, and rotating their hips as they ground and shoved their black peckers into my sweet wife for what seemed hours but really only lasted about twenty minutes. 

She explained to me later, "The feelings inside me were nearly indescribable: the intensity of the pulsing, massive cock in my vagina was exponentially heightened by the pressure exerted from Ian's stuffing my ass. The cock in my throat was really just an afterthought. I didn't have to do or think anything at all; I just let them take me, use me, fuck me, and I got closer and closer to my own nirvana. I was on my way to heaven if I weren't already there."

As Ian's climax neared, he increased the pace and the power of his thrusts, making Annie ride the cock under her even more vigorously, and obviously bringing both of his cooperating partners closer to their own release. 

I thought, by the color on her chest and the guttural sounds emanating from her, that Annie was cumming again; the boy below continuously moaned and also made animalistic sounds as he reached up to maul Annie's breasts, pinching, twisting and squeezing her taut nipples even more vigorously. 

She screamed, "Oh, God, that feels good on my tits."

I was overtaken by the sheer sexual athleticism of what I was witnessing. It was the most sensual thing I had ever seen and my Annie was the star. I realized that the most exciting picture of all, to me, was the sight of Ian, kneeling behind Annie, firmly ensconced between her thighs, his dark skin so in contrast to her firm, pale bottom, as he thrust passionately into her depths again and again, relishing his role in her anal deflowering. No less exciting was the manner in which she eagerly accepted his exploration of her sacred depths.

And then it was in my face. The intense, burning pleasure from her pussy, mouth, ass and tits suddenly exploded inside Annie, her entire body shook in the most powerful orgasm I had ever witnessed. She came in waves of pure bliss which appeared to wash over my wife as she cried out in pleasure and then virtually collapsed onto the boy beneath her, pressing her magnificent tits against his chiseled chest and pulling the boy in front of her from her mouth.

Her release drove Ian and the boy beneath her over the edge as the three of them rode together to a massive mutual climax: It appeared to me that Annie had cum first and the men followed soon after her. 

Annie just kept climaxing and climaxing. 

She later told me, "First, I felt Ian spurt into my backside, actually; it felt like a hot jet of semen shot deep into my bowels as I continued riding the biggest cock of my life. I was cumming, too, and couldn't tell if mine were lots of smaller orgasms, or one great tsunami, going on and on."

"Then I felt the boy in my pussy erupt inside me, filling me to dripping with his copious seminal discharge, and for a few moments we were all climaxing at the same time. I couldn't hold myself up any longer and the shorter boy's cock fell from my mouth. Then Ian collapsed on top of me, and his squirts ebbed. Finally my own orgasms wound down too, but as we all lay exhausted, little aftershocks still rippled through my vagina and clit."

I knew Annie was going be sore all over now that the blackmail was finally paid and I wondered if she would still think it had all been worthwhile when she relived it over the next few days. She had had the workout of a lifetime and so had her antagonists.

I heard Ian say to Annie, "Now you're a 'three-hole-slut'," as he grinned in satisfaction. I knew that was what my wife was to him. He and his friends had used all of her orifices, over and over, for their communal pleasure. I also could tell his words thrilled my wife.




The Party Ch. 11



She later told me that a submissive tingle had gone directly from her brain to her pussy when she heard those words from Ian; she felt it again as she reflected on all that she had done with these dark men and their huge cocks. She had wanted to be used, knowing that by giving them extreme pleasure, she would also receive the same.

She rolled over and reached up to give him a hug that rivaled the best I'd ever gotten from my wife.

As Annie hugged him, I heard him say, a bit louder than I think he had intended, "Thanks for inviting me; don't make me wait another year to enjoy your sexy body again."



The Party Ch. 2



John watched his buddy Dan maneuver his way through the crowded living room and up towards his dream girl, Amy Mitchell. John was happy that Dan had finally worked up enough courage to at least talk to Amy, whom he had lusted over for nearly three years of high school. 

John glanced around at the crowd of teenagers attending Samantha Mathers' party and grinned. 'So many hot girls,' he thought to himself. 'Even if I don't hook up tonight, which I probably won't, me being here alone is enough to get me laid for years from the girls outside this high-standing clique.' John spent the next hour or so, walking around Samantha's beautiful house, being ignored by everyone there, the cream-of-the-crop of Limestoneville High. People were dancing, drinking, and making out all over the place. At one point, John entered the upstairs bathroom only to be shooed away by a couple fucking on the toilet. 

John sighed and resumed his pointless explorations. He knew he wasn't a bad-looking guy. He was 5'8" about 145, with short black hair and green eyes. In fact, he thought he was damn attractive. Except Limestoneville High was a school built on social status, and John had none. I mean, his parents did well for themselves, although certainly not as well as Samantha's parents did. John's father was an Insurance salesman and his mother an elementary school teacher. 

They were good, honest, hardworking middle-class people, which made John a good, honest, hardworking middle-class nothing in this school. It seemed that everyone's parents were rich, well at least all of the popular kids' parents were rich. So, John had been put in the lower school social bracket and had never experienced a party like tonight. 'Thank God Dan is a Math whiz, or we'd both be home tonight doing nothing,' Dan thought with a smile. Like he had thought earlier, just being here increased his own status. 

John eventually made his way to the kitchen where a group of girls were seated around the large table, beers and other drinks in their hands, all laughing away at something. Dead silence came over them when John walked into the room. All eyes were upon him, staring at the insolence of this 'boy' who interrupted their fun. John stared back, feeling very self-conscious. He knew all the girls at the table from school, but did not actually 'know' them. Tonya Wilson, Lexi Prescott, Adrianna Morning, and the others had been the images John had masturbated to since he could. But the beauty at the head of the table was someone John had two feelings for...hatred and lust.

Samantha Mathers was simply gorgeous on the outside. She was 5'6" with a nice 110 frame that accented her large C-cup breasts perfectly. She had a tight ass that John drooled over and shoulder length, very curly strawberry blonde hair. She also had a great pair of hazel colored eyes, that usually closed to slits of disgust when John or another "low-class student" walked by. Samantha had been the Junior Prom Queen and at the Senior Prom last week, she had become Prom Queen once more. She never gave John the time of day, ever in the all the years they had grown up together, yet John had wanted to fuck her since he knew what fucking was.

"So," Samantha said, her eyes glaring at John for an instant, then tuning back towards her friends at the table. "Let's finish this game. I believe it was your turn Lexi." Lexi, a tall and statuesque brunette, also turned her gaze from John and grinned widely. "Ok, this the last time everyone. If I get this quarter into the glass, I am the champion and someone will become by slave!" Lexi let out a giddy, drunken laugh, soon followed by the other girls present. Lexi bounced the quarter on the wooden table, sending it spinning through the air. It clinked onto the edge of the shot glass, and then tumbled into it. 

"YES!" Lexi cried, jumping out of her seat in triumph. All the girls let out a groan of disappointment, knowing that Lexi was ruthless when playing "Slave quarters." She had a reputation of making them do the most embarrassing things, like the time she made Adrianna finger herself to orgasm on the table in front of the group. Lexi looked around at all the faces at the table, the girls trying to avert their gaze from Lexi. Finally, Lexi focused her stare at one girl in particular and spoke. "Samantha," she said, in a tone on complete seriousness. Samantha looked up and groaned to herself. 

"Since you stole away my Prom Queen crown," Lexi continued, "Now, I will make you pay." All the girls now cheered, since they knew one of them would not be subject to total embarrassment at the hands of Lexi. "Hmm," Lexi thought, cupping her chin and staring directly at Samantha's face. "What shall I force you to do? Something totally embarrassing, setting a new standard for our game." Lexi turned and looked around the room for something, anything to be used to embarrass her friend. Then her eyes settled on John.

John had stuck around to catch all of the transpiring events, and when Lexi's eyes met his, he felt sick to his stomach. 'Oh no,' John thought. 'Please don't make a fool of me, you bitch.'

Lexi grinned and turned and evil stare back at Samantha. "I have it...I have it...I have it," she repeated, laughing. "Samantha, as my slave you will fuck this dork standing over here."

Everyone let out a loud gasp, John and Samantha gasped the loudest. "Now, wait just a..." Samantha started, getting up from her seat. Lexi held her hand up for silence. "Enough Samantha. You knew the rules of the game and as my slave you must commit one act ordered by me. Thus, my act is to make you fuck this limp-dicked loser over here."

"Hey!" John shouted! "My dick is not limp!" Samantha lowered her head in defeat, then decided to make the most of it. "Ok, I'll do it, Lexi!" She shouted, making everyone stare in shock. "So, stud," she said to John, "Want to fuck the Prom Queen?"

John was speechless as Samantha brushed her hand across his crotch, making his cock jump to attention. "Hey," Adrianna spoke up. "How are we to know she actually fucked this kid?" Lexi grinned and simply stated, "Don't worry, I'll find out for sure." Lexi continued, "Upstairs you two and get to work!"

All the girls started hooting and hollering as Samantha led John upstairs to her bedroom. 'Christ,' John thought as he followed Samantha upstairs, watching her ass wiggle in her black dress as she led him to her room. 'I can't believe this is happening! What the Hell is going on here!' John kept repeating that thought over and over again, until Samantha opened the door to her room.

Samantha's room was large, and beautifully decorated in pinks and whites. She had a large, very comfortable looking bed in the center, covered in sheets that John thought looked like silk. "So, whomever you are, let's get this over with," Samantha frowned leading John over to the bed. 

"Uhmm, my name is John. We went to school together since we were 5. You had my mom as a teacher in the fifth grade with me." 

Samantha shrugged her shoulders in disregard. "Whatever," was all she said. 

John was so tempted to just get up and leave. 'Why am I doing this?' he thought. 'This bitch hates me, doesn't want me, doesn't even know me. Why the Hell am I still here?' Then Samantha began to take off his pants and John knew why he was still there. 'Because I've wanted to fuck the shit out of this snot-nosed bitch for years. Now, I am gonna finally score one for guys like me, even if no one will ever know about it. I will know about it and Samantha-fuckin-Mathers is gonna know about it!'

Samantha was seated at the edge of her bed, her silky black dress was riding high in her thighs, revealing slim, milky white flesh. John looked down and found he could see clear down her dress, his cock becoming instantly hard at the sight of Samantha's large breasts hanging freely beneath the thin fabric of her dress. "Look," Samantha was saying, as she unzipped John's pants. "I don't want to be here, but to save face, I have to. So, this is how it's gonna be done. You just fuck me hard and fast and get it over with. I'm not even taking my dress off for this shit. I have no underwear on, I thought I would be getting some from my boyfriend tonight, so let's not waste anytime disrobing completely. And, when you cum, do it those tissues over there, not a drop on me!" Samantha began to pull John's pants and boxers off his legs, continuing her lecture, when John's large, 10" hard cock flopped out, hitting Samantha on the head. 

Looking up, Samantha's eyes widened to silver dollars as she saw this giant cock before her. "Holy shit," was all she could muster, and right there, right then, John knew she was his tonight. John wrapped his hand around his cock and slowly stroked it, coaxing some pre-cum through the head. Samantha closed her eyes in disbelief, then opened them once more, and stared at John's cock. 

Reaching up, Samantha replaced John's hand with her own, wrapping her fingers tightly around his cock. She had intended this to be the quickest fuck she'd ever had. Samantha had never anticipated giving this guy a blow job or even jerking him off, but after seeing this cock, she knew all that went right out the window. Samantha slowly moved her hand along John's large shaft, stroking him slowly, watching more pre-cum ooze from his head. 

Leaning forward, Samantha flicked her tongue across the head, tasting John's sweet, salty cum. Then she took his cock into her mouth, first only the head, sucking it like a lollipop. Then she slowly slid more into her mouth, her hand still stroking the reaming few inches. "Yeah baby," John moaned. "Suck it good, you know you want to." John couldn't believe his own ears. He was saying these things to the Prom Queen, the most popular girl in school. And she was loving it!

Samantha was now sucking his cock like it was the last she'd ever have, sliding it's long shaft deep within her mouth, then taking all but the head out. Her hand was now playing with John's large balls, squeezing them and running them through her fingers. 

John reached down, fondling Samantha's large tits through her dress, feeling her nipples harden at his touch. Then grabbing two handfuls of fabric, he quickly pulled the dress over Samantha before she could protest. Pulling away from his cock, Samantha started to come to her senses and stop this, but John quickly grabbed her head and shoved his cock back in her mouth. As if under a spell, Samantha resumed her sucking. John entwined his fingers through Samantha's curly hair and started moving his hips, fucking her mouth. Samantha moaned around his cock, her own hands squeezing her tits, pulling her nipples taut. 

"Oh yeah," John groaned, picking up pace, his cock sliding deep inside Samantha's hot mouth. John could hear her gagging at some points when his cock went in too deep, but at this point he really didn't care. John then stopped and pulled his cock out of Samantha's mouth, making her moan with disappointment.

"Lie down," he told her, and pushed Samantha's shoulders back, as she laid on her back in front of him. John gazed over her hot body, drooling over her shaved pussy, which he could see was already dripping wet. He wanted to taste it and Samantha spread her legs wide, obviously wanting the same thing. But John had other plans. This fuck was for him, not for her. John straddled Samantha's chest, running his wet cock along each tit and nipple, leaving a trail of cum on each. "Mmmmm," Samantha moaned, her hands fondling her tits. "Press them together," John said, "I want to fuck your big tits."

Samantha did as she was told, totally caught up in this erotic moment. She pressed her tits hard against John's cock, making a tight cavern for him to fuck. John then started moving his cock in and out of her tight cleavage, his fingers pulling roughly on her hard nipples. Samantha was moaning softly, her tongue snaking out licking John's head as it approached her mouth. 

"Aghhh," John moaned and couldn't take it any longer. He had to cum on this girl's tits. He had to do it now. John pulled his cock free and stroked it fast. Samantha leaned forward, attempting to take his cock in her mouth, but John pushed her back down just as his cock exploded. What seemed like gallons of cum shot out everywhere, all over Samantha's expensive silk sheets, in her curly hair, and in her opened, eager mouth. But most of John's cum ended up on Samantha's tits, pooling around her cleavage. 

John rolled off Samantha, and sat on his knees looking down at this social queen, who was rubbing his cum all over her tits, neck and face. "Oh God, so much cum, mmmmm," Samantha purred as she massaged the warm cum into her tits. "That was just a warm-up," John smiled. "On your knees, I want to fuck you from behind bitch," John sneered, loving every minute of this situation. Samantha looked over and gasped as she saw that John was still as hard as he was when he came on her. 

Samantha rolled over obediently on her hands and knees, as John positioned himself behind her. John ran his hands across the smooth flesh of Samantha's ass, slapping each cheek twice. "Ahh," Samantha cried out as she felt the stinging sensation of the slaps. John then roughly slide his cock inside her wet pussy. "Ohhhhh," Samantha groaned, pushing her hips back to meet John's thrust. John began to move his cock in and out of Samantha's pussy in quick thrusts. He grabbed onto her hips and slammed his cock into her drenched hole. He was not making love to this girl, but he was fucking her. John remembered all the times he had seen Samantha in school. All the times he had seen her in her short skirts, tight jeans, tight gym shorts, and remembered all the times he jerked himself off to her. 

John tightened his grip on Samantha's hips and began really fucking her. "Yesssss," Samantha moaned. "Fuck me...fuck my pussy...mmmm...Yesssssssss." Samantha was really getting into this, her own hips slamming back against John's eager thrusts with just as much power and quickness. "Oh fuck, your cock is sooo fucking big...fuck me hard baby...yeah!" Samantha was screaming now, her tits bouncing furiously against her body as John fucked her. 

John knew he was close to coming, but had something else he wanted to do while in this situation. He quickly pulled out of Samantha's pussy, leaving her groaning for more. "What are you doing? Fuck me...fuck me now!" She was still moving her hips back and forth, as if a phantom cock was still inside her pussy.

"Wait," John said, sliding his finger along Samantha's dripping lips. Once his finger was wet enough, he quickly slid it into her tight asshole. "Urggghh," Samantha made some type of animalistic moan and buried her face in her pillow. 

John pulled his finger out and started to shove his cock inside, when Samantha's head quickly shot up. "Wait!" She cried out in a panic. "I have some jelly, let me put it on, my ass is too...AHHHH!" Samantha cried out in pain and pleasure as John shoved his cock inside of her ass. Samantha buried her face once again in her pillow, making some moaning and crying noises. John started to move his cock in and out of her tight ass. "God, you are so tight!" He said, although this was the first ass John had ever had and he had no other comparison to make. 

John started fucking her ass faster now, feeling her muscles relax and loosen. Samantha raised herself back onto all fours and was again moving her hips back and forth meeting John's thrusting cock. "Mmmm...ohhh...yessssss," Samantha cooed. "Fuck it...fuck my ass hard," she cried out speeding up the pace herself. John was more than happy to oblige as he reached around and found Samantha's pussy. John slipped two fingers inside her, his thumb rubbing her rock-hard clit. 

"Ohhh...shit...God yessssss," Samantha was babbling now, taking John's cock and his fingers in both her holes. John was also feeling the heat of the moment. "Yeah bitch, you like this?" He shouted, slamming his cock inside her ass, feeling the cum getting ready to erupt through his cock. "You like me in your ass...want me to cum inside it?" Samantha could only groan in response as her whole body shook from a powerful orgasm. John felt her pussy and ass tighten around his fingers and cock, as Samantha fell forward onto the bed with a loud "Ohhhhhhh." 

John followed her, not wanting his cock to leave her ass, and he pumped her hard a few more times. "Yeah Samantha, here it comes Prom Queen!" John groaned, "Ughhhhhhh," and felt his cock spasm, as he shot his cum deep inside Samantha's ass. Samantha was moaning into her pillow as she felt John's cum fill her ass, then start to leak out down along her pussy and onto her sheets. John gave her ass another hard thrust and collapsed on top of Samantha, kissing her neck and ear, his hands holding her's over their heads.

Then the door to the bedroom flew open and in walked Samantha's boyfriend. Samantha's big, quarterback boyfriend. "Lexi told me I'd find you here," he said.

John looked over and shot up to a kneeing position. "Uh-oh," was all he managed to get out. 

"Lexi told you I was here?" Samantha asked, pulling herself back onto her hands and knees, her dripping ass and pussy only inches from John's face. "That bitch set me up. You were the one who was going to tell her if I followed her command!"

"Ahhh," John started before anyone else could speak again. "Look, Tom, I'm really sorry...I...ahh...I mean...this isn't what it looks like...I mean it does, but...I'm really sorry..."

Tom entered the room and shut the door behind him. "I know you," he said, looking at John as if trying to place a face. "Yeah, I've seen you around at school. You're John Ballina, your mom's Cindy right?"

John managed to shake his head. "Uhh, yeah that's my mom."

"Yeah," Tom continued. "Real nice lady, she tutored me a few months back in English. Helped me stay on the football team. Shit, without her, those teachers would have strung me up and ruined my chances of Division I football. I owe her a lot."

John sighed in relief. "So does that mean your not gonna kill me?"

"Kill you?" Tom laughed. "Hell no! Didn't Samantha tell you that we have a thing for swinging and threesomes?"

John looked down at Samantha, whose eyes were wide at this revelation to a person in John's low high school social standing. "No," John answered. "Samantha and I really haven't had much of a chance to talk." The he turned his gaze back to Tom and his own eyes widened as he saw the football star taking off his own clothes. 

"Shit man," Tom laughed, climbing naked onto the bed next to John. "Sam and I have had lots of swaps and threesomes. Don't worry about a thing, everything is cool." John smiled knowing he wouldn't be getting his ass kicked today. "You know," Tom continued, running his hands along Samantha's cum covered ass. "There's something about fucking someone's girlfriend that brings guys together." John laughed and nodded in agreement.

"Hey," Samantha yelled. "Would you two shut the hell up and someone put a cock in me already!"

John and Tom grinned at each other and Tom laughed. "Turn over babe. Let's have some fun first, my cock is no where near ready for you."

Samantha rolled over onto her back and Tom leaned down, planting a firm kiss on her lips. 'Holy shit,' John thought to himself as he watched Tom and Samantha make out naked before him. 'The star quarterback comes in, finds me fucking his girlfriend in the ass and he doesn't want to kill me!? This is Heaven!' A loud moan brought John back to reality as he turned to see that Tom now had one of Samantha's nipples in his mouth, sucking it hard. John shrugged his shoulders and leaned down, taking Samantha's other nipple into his mouth.

The two men fondled Samantha's fleshy tits, sucking her nipples into their mouths, Tom biting gently, John biting hard. Samantha was thrashing beneath them, her fingers running through their hair, holding them hard against her tits. Finally, Tom pulled away and positioned himself above Samantha. He tapped John on the shoulder. "Move over and let me fuck my girl, man." John reluctantly let Samantha's hard nipple 'plop' from his mouth and moved away. For the first time, John got a good look at Samantha's boyfriend. 




The Party Ch. 2



The music was loud as I sat there, feeling naked in my black teddy, matching thigh highs and 4-inch heels. Sammy, a close friend and suite mate, told me about the party and promised that it would be fun. "Besides Kallisti," she argued, "You need to let your hair down and forget about Brad." I knew that she was a bit wild and into orgies, and I think that this was why I had confided in her about Brad. I wanted to do something to really piss him off after finding him and my roommate fucking the past weekend.

As I was talking about my need for vengeance she mentioned this party, an ex-boss (she had interned the previous summer at a prestigious law firm) was hosting it with whom she had kept in touch. I was uneasy about the idea at first, but with her prodding and pleading I eventually gave in. However, an orgy was not exactly what I had in mind for my revenge. Brad had told me about his fantasies about me having sex with another girl, specifically Sammy. While we were about the same height (about 5' 8") and weight (125 lbs.) we were opposites. She is a natural, almost platinum blonde while I am a brunette. I wear glasses while she opts for contacts. I'm a C cup and she's a D. I dress conservatively while she dresses provocatively. Got the picture?

I found the prospect of sleeping with her appealing, and I had heard rumors that she was bisexual. To be honest I think I was crying on her shoulder in hopes that it would lead to a kiss that would lead to more and the story would get back to Brad. The fact that he would have missed it would have drove him mad. As she tried talking me into the party I thought about this, and realized that a social situation involving alcohol may just be the gateway into her arms. When I said yes she squealed with delight, and threw her arms around me giving me a hug. As our breasts ground into each other, and the smell of her hair perfume invigorated my sense of smell, I could feel my pussy getting wet. I prayed she would feel the same and kiss me.

Instead, in her excitement, she let go of the embrace. "Girl, we've got to get you the right outfit! Come with me!" She hopped off the couch in the common area of our dorm suite.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To California Nights!" I had heard her talk about the store. It was an upscale lingerie boutique where ladies would model the lingerie for the customers.

"Isn't that expensive?" Sammy's family was loaded while mine was not; I did not have the money to spend on expensive underwear.

"Yes," her excitement dwindled as she paused to consider what I was saying. Then she perked up. "I'll cover you!" With that she practically pulled me the distance to her Porsche.

* * *

At California Nights Sammy requested a private room where the models usually showcased the store's wares. However, since we were shopping for ourselves, she told our Consultant that a viewing would not be necessary. As we were changing into a second set of lingerie, I began to instinctively dance to the store's piped in music. I did not realize I was doing it until I heard Sammy laughing, I immediately blushed and stopped dancing.

"Oh no!" Sammy exclaimed. "Don't stop! I was enjoying the show!" She stood up. She had been in the middle of trying on a white leather and lace teddy. I watched her walk towards me. She was barefoot in white thigh highs that she had attached to her garters. The teddy was half off exposing her beautiful tits but leaving her pussy a mystery. She had a look in her eye I had not seen before. As I focused on her tits, I suddenly became aware of my pussy becoming increasingly wet which in turn made me aware that all I had on were my black thigh highs and heels. She came very close to me and whispered in my ear: "I'd pay to see that."

"Oh would you?" I said in the flirtatious way of women.

"Oh yes..." She said in a steamy bedroom voice, "and more." As she finished whispering I felt her hands begin caressing my body. With her left hand she gently pushed the hair off my neck and with her full lips kissed my neck and ear while her right hand played with my breasts. I sighed and gave in; her touch was so soft and so unlike that of a man. "Do you want to be my bitch?" She asked in her bedroom voice.

"Yes." I said breathlessly, firmly giving her control of the situation and my body. She took full advantage of it as I felt her move her hands to my eager pussy and ass. With one hand she massaged my ass while expertly manipulating my clit with the other

"Now keep dancing." She instructed me, God her voice was driving me nuts! Or was it the two fingers she had buried in my snatch? In rhythm to the music I began to slowly dance, teasing my hair while she teased my ass. As she played with my clit and fingered my pussy I ground my thigh into her crotch. Finally we were facing each other just right to allow a deep, passionate kiss. Aggressively she frenched my eager mouth, and I sighed with delight as she touched the right spot inside me with her fingers.

About this time she moved her hand into the crack of my ass and began playing along the rim of my asshole. No one had ever done that before. I had been curious about anal sex but Brad thought that sticking his dick in my ass would be a slippery slope into homosexuality. But this felt good, and Sammy picked up on it and soon she had slipped one finger into my ass! I was hers at that point and she knew it. I could feel her lips on my neck, her fingers on my clit & in my pussy and her finger in my ass. I was in heaven. Brad had never fucked me like this! Already I could feel myself beginning to cum.

Sammy sensed this and doubled her efforts. Usually I'm a moaner but right now all I wanted to do was scream, again Sammy showed how attentive of a lover she was and kissed me harder to muffle the sounds of my ecstasy. As I started to build she kept increasing the intensity of her masturbation until I finally came. The orgasm seemed to last forever, and it felt as if all the moisture in my body was flowing out of my cunt. "My God that was good!" I exclaimed breathlessly.

"Good, I'm glad you liked it." She was still using her voice. "Now my dear, its my turn." She unsnapped her garters and slipped off her half-on/half-off teddy. She pulled me close and led me over to the room's single chair and she had a seat.

"I don't know what I'm doing." I said meekly, standing naked before her naked body. I felt like a serf before the Queen. I owed her as much as she gave me, right?

"I've heard Brad brag that you're the best blow of his life, right?"

"Yes."

"Well how do you please him with your tongue?"

"I just suck and lick while I watch how his body reacts and how he touches me in return."

"Okay," she responded, "do you masturbate?"

"Yes." I said somewhat embarrassed.

"Well then, combine your oral technique with how you masturbate." She smiled a disarming smile that I returned. "Now get on your knees." She said adding a devilish twinkle of her eye to her smile.

I did as I had been told. As she spread her legs and I snuggled in between them, I got my first good look at her pussy. She shaved it allowing me to easily find her clit (her excited state also helped!). I started out my gently licking it and caressing her legs and tits. She ran her fingers through my brunette hair, and then gently used my hair to pull my face out of her snatch. "I'm a little too turned on for foreplay," she said, "don't worry about being gentle."

Gently she placed my face back into her sweet smelling snatch. Aggressively I began sucking her bulging clit. "There you go!" She said, beginning to buck as I sucked. My hands moved from her tits and legs to her pussy and ass so that I could return the favor. Her bucking became harder as she used both hands to shove my face deeper into her crotch. I could feel her bare feet on my back. I cold taste her sweet juices as they flowed out of her. "God yes, yes, yes!" She said as I felt my pussy getting wet once more.

She grabbed my hair and held my head in place as her body tensed, "Oh God!" She said breathlessly and as her body relaxed I felt her hot juices run down my hand and finger. Gently she pulled my head out of her cunt and guided our lips together. We kissed and caressed each other. "You make a good dyke." She flirted. I blushed and coyly looked away.

In the end she picked the black teddy I had been wearing before my "strip tease", as she called it, for me to wear to the party. In turn I picked out the white leather and lace teddy she has half-wearing. She put both outfits on her credit card.

While we were driving to buy shoes I could tell something was bothering her. "Kalli," she finally said, "I don't want to lead you on."

"Okay." I said, I began feeling nervous.

"You were a great fuck back there, but" great she's dumping me I thought, "I'm not ready to get serious with anyone right now."

"I understand."

"No you don't. Tonight at the party I want cock." She explained. "I still like to please men, but enjoy being with women also. I don't know which team I want to commit myself or if I even want to commit at all. I do know one thing, I want to keep sleeping with you, but..."

"But you want an open relationship." I said, and I was happy. Brad was the first guy I had slept with and I got too involved too fast. Besides I wasn't ready to become a full-fledged dyke yet anyway.

* * *

I thought of that conversation as I sat there watching Sammy mingle. Finally she came over with a handsome man on each arm. The hunk on her right held one glass of champagne while the hunk on the left had a drink in each hand. "Kallisti I would like you to meet Rob." The hunk in boxers she had her right arm around, extended his free hand to shake mine.

"Nice to meet you Kalli...Kallis..."

"Ka-lees-tea." I slowly pronounced my name to end his painful butchering of it.

"This is James." Sammy introduced the more handsome man with two drinks. "He's been bugging me to introduce you."

"Samantha tells me you like amaretto sours." He handed me a drink. "I prefer whiskey sours myself."

"Thank you." I said as I took the offered drink.



The Party Ch. 2



Tina and Dana continue to share the offering given them by Bob. Both lap greedily at each others face, to clean each other of the cum once in Tina's hand. Tina is now moaning again as Mitch begins to thrust into her sopping pussy.

Steve and Rick continue to pound the two women on the couch, a chorus of moans and screams come from them. You can see from your vantage point that they have switched wives and that Steve is buried in Kat while Rick pleasure Jill.

The sounds and smells assault us. Our passion grows. I rise up extending my arms so I am above you, my thrusts become more circular in motion. I begin to pace more slowly and erotically. You glance up at Kim as she massages your sweet face and your eyes betray the incredible lust you feel. Cautiously she begins to run her hand off your face and over your sweat covered breasts, her slight fingers seek out your well stimulated nub, swollen and wet above my sliding cock. Her fingers circle your clit as I begin to thrust into you. Our eyes lock, I have never seen such lust on your face, your breathing begins to shorten, your nipples stand even harder as your hips involuntarily begin to thrust upwards towards the fingers that bring you to the edge.

Small gasping sounds from your beautiful face mix with the moans of Tina, being ravaged by Rick as Dana lowers herself into a 69 over the panting woman's face. Dana begins to lick Tina as Mitch continues to fuck her.

Your breathing catches, your nails dig deep into my arms and you moan "Yes, baby.... Oh yes." I feel the inner walls of your clinch around my hard cock, your wetness grows as your body shakes and the air is expelled from you. Kim's fingers continue their assault and I pick up my pace, pushing you to continue cumming again and again the waves wash over you, your face contorted in pleasure only dreamed of. Your senses fulfilled to the point of almost passing out, the orgasm continues on and on.... Till finally your body tenses and comes off of the floor, leaving only your shoulders and feet firmly placed, before lowering softly to the ground. Kim offers her fingers to me, I look into your satisfied eyes and suck the sweet juices from her wonderful fingers. "Cum for me, Baby" you whisper.... "Please, cum all over me."

"Please Baby, cum..... cum, cum, cum" You chant over and over...

The thought of release is a sweet one, I'd love to just give in.... but not yet

Nothing excites me more than hearing you moan as my hot cum covers your sexy body, as you run your hands through it in ecstasy, bringing it up to taste, rubbing it into your sexy skin, letting me taste it on your lips....

But, not yet....

I slide into you again and again, screwing slowly and deeply again. Kim continues to stroke your hair, her passions are arising as well. We may have to take her aside and "thank" her for the wonderfully fulfilling way that she "helped" us achieve such pleasure. But, for now she watches lustfully your head resting on her lap....

To your right, Dana continues to grind herself into Tina's sweet face.... muffled moans continue to bring added pleasure to Dana as Mitch rams into the Brunette again and again.

Bob makes a remark, "Dana, how about the glass?...." 

Dana coos "Yes, Mitch hold off for the glass." Bob rises and goes to the mantle. A martini glass is set there, Bob hands it Dana. "Here you go, Sweetheart."

"Come on Mitch, fill the glass for me Honey."

"Cum in the glass for me."

This seems to be too much for Mitch when coupled with the gripping velvet of Tina. He pulls out and Dana puts the glass under his swollen cockhead. A moan escapes his lips, his head flies back as his body tenses and streams of cum shoot into the glass. Dana jerks him carefully, so as not to miss a drop. "Good baby, good"

Steve and Rick are next in line for Dana. She reaches over to caress their ass as they pump into the two girls. A moan precedes Rick's removal of his rigid cock from Steve's wife Jill, Dana quickly grabs him and jerks him into the glass as well. She then leans down and gives a few tender licks to Jill's quivering pussy. She smiles up at Rick from his wife's pussy and this is too much for the man to bear. He withdraws from Kat to have his cock jerked again and again into the glass by our moaning hostess.

"Oh yes, this is wonderful" replies Kat as she examines the work she has done. The glass is well filled with creamy cum. Steve and Rick recline on the couch, Kat and Jill sit on their husbands laps, caressing and kissing their men.

Dana sits on the floor before her husband who has become aroused again at the recent events. The glass sits on the coffee table. Dana is working overtime, quickly and wetly sucking her husband. Moaning, and bobbing her head, she sucks and jerks Bob. She is joined by Tina who runs a hand over his balls and up over his ass. Dana and Tina overmatch Bob in no time, he grunts as Dana adds more to the glass. "Very good, Baby. Very good."

Dana turns to us. The look of lust in your eyes has never been rivaled in our many years and adventures together. My passion for you grows to new heights as you whisper "Baby, cum in the glass for me.... please, cum for me."

I continue to thrust into you, looking into your eyes.... I can feel it. Rising in me.

Dana's voice interrupts "Yes, cum for her.... so she can taste.... so we can all taste"

Your moan to this remark brings me to the edge.... and heights never before seen. Taking our innermost feelings and passions to greater heights with them.

"Cum, cum.... " You chant.... This is too much for me.... I can feel the heat.....The intense heat is building within, I can feel the familiar tightening....

I slow my pace, I place my mouth to your ear.... "This is your private stock, for your lips only...."

Our many sexual adventures have led here, I know this.... I've witnessed the familiar glazed over look in your eyes. You are so beautiful, this is enhanced so with your lust. 

I continue to slowly thrust into you again and again, I gaze into your eyes and our connection tells you what it is that I feel.... our mutual connection, grown over time.... it says, I know you would do anything for me.... but, I hold your comfort above all and I want you to be comfortable. Let the others watch, let them envy us.... we have taken great pleasure from the sounds and sights of this evening. We may even join in other carnal pleasures later on.... but this moment is ours, the intense pleasure will lead to a culmination shared by.... us.

I look to our hostess "Thank you kindly for the invitation, but this is for my Baby...." Dana returns my smile.... "Of course....." She turns to you, "You are a lucky woman...." You smile, as I slowly continue on.... Dana lasciviously licks the rim of the glass, she turns to the others who mew with delight....

Dana pours a small amount of the contents on her left breast, Jill crawls to her and licks up the offering Dana has given. Kat follows suit with the right and soon both are happily lapping at Dana tits and the creamy coating being applied.

Kim strokes your hair as my momentum mounts..... "Make me cum...." I whisper to you. You pull your legs up and place your feet flat, your skirt has ridden up and deliciously frames you, the look of pure wild passion.... the picture you create.... both add to my overloaded senses.... your hair framing your beautiful face....

You whisper "Cum for me Baby, please.... Cover me...." Your hand reaches up and begins to trace circles around my left nipple, you know all of my secrets.... "Cum for me...."

The pressure mounts, my thrusting begins to be almost out of my control.... the sight of you, the feel of your warm, tight wetness.... your hands, legs spread inviting.... your sweet breath covers me, your words spur me on.... my breathing begins to shorten, my balls tighten.... I thrust harder and harder.... "Here I cum....."

I feel my muscles lock, I reluctantly pull from you. Your hand grabs hold of my cock and stroke quickly, covering your hand in your sweet juices, your hand quickly brings forth an earthshattering spasm.... my head is thrown back, my body above you.... you stroke again and again..... 

The first shot hits your heaving breasts, covering them.... again and again my groans are the soundtrack to my cum covering your sexy body. Finally I am spent and I look upon you in all your lustful sexiness.... I bend to kiss your face, your lips and to whisper my feelings to you.

You are covered in my juices, Kim has also been touched on her legs as your head lays in her lap. I continue kissing and nuzzling you as the orgasmic sensation subsides.... I slip down your body entering you again. I thrust into you slowly, rhythmically.... beginning to create the passionate feelings again. Gazing at you and feeling our connection and the lustful sounds of the room and the sights of so many people letting their passions grow and be felt by all have me ready again in no time.

I lift you with me and we head back to the couch.... for the continuation of all the pleasure we can imagine.



The Party Ch. 2



Tom was built like a rock, with a cock as hard as a rock. John estimated that Tom's cock had to be at least 8", which he was rubbing against Samantha's wet pussy. "Oh please baby," Samantha pleaded. "Please put it in me, I need that hard cock inside me." Tom smiled and slid his cock easily into Samantha's pussy. "Mmmmm," Samantha moaned as Tom began sliding his cock in and out at a slow pace. Samantha reached out, wrapping her fingers around John's cock. 

John looked down at Samantha, seeing her smile in pleasure as she began stroking his cock. Tom was building up a faster pace, his cock sliding inside Samantha's pussy with a loud wet noise. "Yesss baby, fuck my pussy Tom...fuck it harder...faster...ohhhh," Samantha was moaning loudly now, her grip on John's cock tightening. She moved John's cock to her mouth, engulfing his head. "Yeah, mmmm," John moaned as Samantha's warm mouth moved his cock inside it, her tongue licking all around his head.

Tom grabbed onto Samantha's tits and sped up his pace. "Yeah baby...gonna cum real soon," Tom groaned, slamming his cock into Samantha. "Mmmmm," Samantha moaned around John's cock, her hand stroking the portion she could not fit into her mouth. John's hand went to Samantha's hard clit, rubbing it mercilessly. "MMMMM," Samantha cried around John's cock when she felt his fingers fondling her clit, her entire body lifting off the bed in a body thrashing orgasm. Tom, still fondling her tits, pushed her back down and groaned loudly.

"Ahhhhh...baby I'm cuuuummminngg!" Tom cried, slamming his cock one last time into Samantha's pussy and holding it deep inside her. Samantha felt Tom's cock shooting his cum deep inside her and she wanted John to cum in her mouth. She stepped up her sucking, stroking his cock with one hand and squeezing his balls with the other. "Yeah man, cum in her mouth," Tom urged. "She loves to swallow cum." 

"Mmm-hmmm," Samantha agreed, sucking hard on just John's cock-head. John couldn't hold out any longer, and his cock expanded in Samantha's mouth, shooting his cum deep in her. "Mmmm," Samantha smiled as the first blast of cum shoot into her mouth. She swallowed every ounce of John's hot cum, sucking on his cock even after he had finished. 

Finally, Samantha let John's soft cock fall free from her mouth and she felt Tom's limp cock pull out of her dripping pussy. "Yeah, that's what I needed," Tom grinned, standing up and gathering his clothes. "Man, I could use another keg right about now." Tom pulled his pants on and leaned down kissing Samantha, tasting John's cum on her lips. "Don't be too long babe, and don't worry, I'll tell Lexi I saw you two having a quickie." Tom said opening the door. "See you around buddy," he said to John, shutting the door behind him.

"Well," John said, putting his clothes on. 

"Listen here dork," Samantha said, sitting up and pulling her silk sheet around her naked body. "I don't want you telling any of your dick-head friends about this." Samantha then ran her fingers seductively through John's hair. 

"But," she continued, "If you keep your mouth shut, maybe I'll let you have some of this sweet pussy again."

John laughed loudly, startling Samantha. "You listen here, bitch," John smiled, pushing Samantha back onto the bed and lying on top of her. "How about this for a deal. If any of your friends ask about this, I'll just say that it was a quickie and you grinned and bear it. But, if you are nice to me and my friend Dan when you see us," John grinned and slid his hand under the sheet, sliding a finger inside Samantha's pussy making her close her eyes and moan, "Maybe I'll let you have some of this giant cock some time. How's about that?" John rubbed his once-again hard cock against Samantha's leg just to show her how quick he could recuperate. Samantha moaned and nodded a yes. John kissed her hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth, then rose off of her. "I'll see you around, Samantha. And don't worry. I've been dreaming of this event for years. I won't say a thing to anyone." 

With that, John opened the door and left Samantha to collect herself and her dress and to return to her party. However, John had no idea how much of his 'giant cock' Samantha wanted. But he would find out soon enough.