5 comments/ 159049 views/ 28 favorites Mrs. Rogers' Neighborhood By: PogueMahone Tammy cursed softly as she pressed the channel button on the remote control for the hundredth time. "Static..." She muttered softly, tossing the remote onto the coffee table as she paced back into the kitchen, glancing at the clock on the wall as she passed beneath it. The cable company had told her they would have someone there before 10 and it was already 9:30. "But whoever heard of the cable man being on time," Tammy muttered to herself as her finger ran through her long red hair as she sat down at the table, stirring a cup of coffee long since gone cold. The morning had started normal enough; James (her husband of 9 years) had woken up and gone to work, dropping the baby off at day care as this was a rare day off for her. Tammy had cleaned up the breakfast dishes and decided to check the news before deciding what to do with her free time only to find static on every channel as she flipped through the 80 odd options they had asked to have installed. She'd called the cable company to complain and was assured someone would be out immediately to fix her television. That had been over an hour ago and Tammy was beginning to become impatient. She was just wondering whether she should go shower and get dressed when the doorbell rang. "It's about time," She muttered under her breath as she opened the door, smiling at the two large black men standing there. "Can I help you?" She asked with a feigned pleasantness as she glanced between the two men. "Hello, Ma'am," Martin Narem greeted her with a warm smile, his eyes running over the woman's small frame quickly before he met her gaze. "We're from the cable company; we understand your reception is out." He told her, glancing down at the repair voucher in his hand to keep himself from ogling her impressive breasts too much. "Oh, please come in," Tammy told him, standing aside as she opened the door wider, her hand gripping the collar of her bathrobe drawing it tight around her neck as she felt his eyes run over her once more. I should have gotten dressed, Tammy thought to herself ruefully as she realized how inappropriate it was for her to greet them in just her bathrobe and nightgown. Nice legs, Jason Pogue thought to himself as he followed Martin into the house, his eyes running over the short woman as she held the door for them. He normally hated being the second technician on a job since he did little more than fetch tools and stand around idly but after seeing the lady of this house, he didn't think he'd mind too much. She was shorter then Martin or himself, probably not more then 5'4 or 5'5" at the most with large ample breasts that he'd love to get a closer look at. "Ma'am," He greeted her politely with a smile as he looked her over quickly before following Martin into the living room. "Good Morning," Tammy replied with a friendly smile, surprised at the polite manners both men had shown as she started to shut the door. "Hold on," A voice called out in surprise, the sound of running feet catching her ear as she glanced out of the partially closed door. "Sorry," the young man said with a slight smile as he hurried up the walkway to the house, "I was still in the van." He explained as he rushed after his two co-workers. "It's about time, rookie," Jason told the young man as he rushed after them, shooting another quick glance over his shoulder at Tammy as she shut the door and moved off into the kitchen. "Hmm, now there's a definite MILF," He told his friends in a hushed voice. "What's a MILF?" Ray Hackney asked, looking at his two older co-workers. He had been hired only a few days ago and was still in training, his degree from the local technical college all but useless on the job. He'd known Martin for most of his life, growing up only a few houses away from him and it had been his influence that had gotten Ray the job. "A MILF is a Mother I'd like to fuck," Jason told him in a whisper as he glanced back towards the kitchen, "and I bet that little honey is dying to be fucked by a large strapping black man like myself." He told them both with a wolfish grin as he grabbed the front of his pants in an obscene gesture. "Yeah," Martin replied with a scornful grunt as he turned his attention to the cable receiver, "I'm sure she was just hoping someone like you would show up this morning to show her what she's been missing all these years. Pass me the screwdriver." "Hey, you never know," Jason replied with a shrug as he passed over a screwdriver, "she might be just looking for something to pass the time. Her husband probably hasn't hit that pussy like he should in a long time." "Dude, shut up," Martin told his friend with a smile as he continued to work, shaking his head at Jason's constant obsession with sex. True, they'd had many encounters over the years with women whose houses they were working in, Jason seeming to have an extraordinary sense when it came to the women who'd be receptive to their advances. He'd seen and experienced things with women over the years that he'd never dreamed possible thanks to Jason's smooth approach and innate sense of what each woman desired. "Rookie, take over for me," Jason told Ray as he stepped back, his eyes fixed on the kitchen door. "I've got to go see a lady about a horse," He announced with a nasty smile as he grabbed his crotch as he moved across the room. "You're going to get us all fired," Martin warned with a laugh as he continued to work, knowing that Jason wouldn't leave until he had at least tried to get into the attractive redhead's panties. Ray watched the older man move across the living room with a cocky swagger, envying Jason's casual confidence when it came to sex. He'd always heard stories from Martin about his co-worker's sexual conquests but had dismissed them as macho bragging, but now he was seeing Jason's prowess in action and feeling jealous of the older man's confidence. Tammy was sorting through yesterday's mail, tossing the junk letters and fliers from the department stores away when she heard someone enter the room behind me. "Yes?" She asked with a pleasant smile as she looked at the man standing in the doorway, "Can I help you?" She asked as she straightened up, her hands smoothing the bathrobe down over her hips as she turned to him. "Hello Ma'am," Jason smiled at her as he moved slowly across the kitchen, approaching her with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "What's your name?" He asked her softly, his hand reaching out to brush against her arm as he stood near her. "I'm... my name is Tammy... Tammy Rogers," She responded softly, moving her arm away from his touch, looking up at him as he seemed to tower over her. "Can I help you?" She asked, wondering at the strange way he was regarding her. "Do you... do you need something?" "I was just wondering if you'd like to..." Jason asked, pausing to see if her mind would pick up on his meaning as his hand reached out, brushing a lock of red hair away from her forehead. "What? What do you mean?" Tammy asked, her mind not grasping his implied question even as she unconsciously moved away from his hand. "What do you want?" "I was wondering if you'd like to," Jason repeated softly, leaning close to her so that his lips were almost brushing her ear as he whispered, "fuck." "What?!" Tammy almost screamed in shock as she looked up at the strange black man in shock, her eyes growing large as she tried to back away from him only to bump into the counter. "I... I'm a married woman, how... how dare you say that to me?" She asked, anger and outrage beginning to bubble through her shock. "I... I think you should leave now." Tammy stated trying to regain some of her composure. "You know you want to, Mrs. Tammy Rogers." Jason told her softly, ignoring the anger shining in her eyes as she places her hands against his chest, vainly trying to push him away. "No... how, how could you think that?" Tammy demands, her voice sounding weak and brittle in her ears as she struggled to push the large black man away from her. "I... I haven't done anything to make you think..." She argued desperately as she felt his hot breath on her face as he leaned ever nearer. "Oh, you know you secretly want it," Jason assured her, his large hand sliding across the soft flesh of her cheek, his fingers combing through her thick hair as he brought his face close to hers. "You're probably dying to get laid, Mrs. Tammy Rogers," He hissed softly, his voice scornful as he made sure to use her full name. "If you didn't want to be fucked, why did you answer the door in your nightgown?" "I... I didn't think to change..." Tammy protested, "it... it wasn't intentional. I... I didn't do it to give you the...Hmphf." She muttered as his mouth suddenly covered hers, kissing her forcefully as his large hand slid down to her neck, his fingers gently closing around her throat. She tried to push him away, to pull her mouth from his, to resist him but every time she moved she felt his large strong fingers close around her throat, restricting her breathing until she ceased her struggles. "Please..." Tammy pleaded breathlessly once he lifted his mouth from hers, his hand still around her throat as she looked up at him. "I... I don't want..." "I don't give a goddamn what you think you want," Jason assured her softly, his free hand coming up to rest on her hip, a cruel smile flashing across his as he felt her body tremble slightly at his touch. "I know you, I know the kind of slut you really are, Mrs. Rogers." "I... I'm not a slut," Tammy snapped angrily, her eyes flashing as she felt her cheeks burn at his words. "I love my husband, I've... I've only ever been with him. You... you need to leave now," She told him, a hint of strength in her voice as she tried to ignore the heat of his hand on her hip. "If... if you don't leave, I'll scream," She threatened, knowing his two co-workers wouldn't allow him to harm her. They'd help her, they had to, they couldn't be as depraved as he was. "Scream all you want, Mrs. Rogers," Jason chuckled, the hand resting on her hip sliding lower, sliding down until it was resting on the bare flesh of her thigh. His fingers gently caressed the soft skin of her leg as he looked deep into her shocked and scared eyes, "No one's going to help you." "Please..." Tammy managed to gasp, trembling as she felt his warm hand slowly begin to massage her thigh, "don't." She pleaded as his fingers climbed higher, slipping under the hem of her nightgown as he held her pressed against the counter. She bit her lip, whimpering softly as his large hand slid up her leg coming to rest on her hip. "Please," She begged softly, her large eyes filled with tears as she struggled to control her fear. "Please don't, I'll... I'll pay you, I'll do anything you want just not... not this, I beg you..." Tammy gasped, trying once more to squirm away from the large black man and his groping hand. "Oh, I always like it when they beg," Martin commented dryly as he leaned against the kitchen door, smiling at the scene before him. He'd finished up with the cable box quickly and had decided to see how far along Jason's latest conquest was, leaving Ray to reassemble the box and check the reception. "Oh... Help! Help me," Tammy sobbed looking at the man who had suddenly appeared in her doorway. He'd help her, he had to help her, the frantic wife and mother thought to herself as she watched him hopefully. "Please, I don't... I don't want this..." "Oh, by the way, Ma'am, the problem was just a faulty switch on your box, we replaced it and your television should be working fine." Martin told her ignoring her pleas for help as if he hadn't heard them. "Please... no, no," Tammy sobbed, the man's casual tone and lack of reaction to her plight breaking down the last of her reserves, the tears she'd fought back suddenly running down her cheeks. "Why... why won't you help me?" She cried, seeing the cruel amusement in his eyes for the first time. "Why?" Martin repeated as he slowly moved into the room, his eyes running over Tammy's body as Jason held her pinned against the counter. "Why should I help you?" He asked her as he came to stand beside his partner, one hand reaching out to brush a tear off her cheek. "Because... because..." Tammy stammered shocked at the bluntness of his question, shocked at the complete lack of morals that it implied. "Because it's the right thing to do..." She gasped finally, wondering how he couldn't see the obvious truth in her statement. "I guess that really depends on where you're standing," Martin told her softly, leaning forward so that his lips were brushing against her ear, his breath hot on her cheek as his fingers moved to gently cup one heaving breast. "You see, my dear," Martin whispered softly, his thumb gently around the hard nub of her nipple as he spoke, "from my point of view, the right thing for me to do is to fuck you." "Oh, oh... oh, god..." Tammy shuddered, his cold voice as he matter of fact-ly announced his intentions striking deep within her even as she tried to ignore the gentle stimulating touch of his hand on her breast. "Please...please don't..." "What do you think, Martin?" Jason asked, smiling at how a few simple words from his friend had completely unnerved Mrs. Rogers beyond anything he himself could have done. "Do you think this whore is ready for us?" "Probably not," Martin replied, laughing at the eagerness of his partner to just fuck her and be done with it. Jason never thought beyond his instant gratification and that was one of his major problems, Martin thought to himself. True, they could just fuck this white bitch and leave but they'd both be fired or arrested before the day was out and Martin wasn't about to put himself in that kind of danger. "Let's play with her for awhile, first." He told his friend with a smile as he looked at the short woman between them, "I'm sure Mrs. Rogers will become more cooperative as we get to know each other better." "God... please..." Tammy moaned softly, realizing that she was trapped and that no one was going to save her from these two depraved men. "Please, don't... my husband, my baby..." She sobbed, biting her lip as she felt her body slowly begin to react to knowing touch of the two men. "I can't." "You can, Mrs. Rogers." Martin whispered almost tenderly in her ear, his hand cupping her heaving breast, gently massaging the soft flesh as his other hand reached up to brush her hair away from her face. "You can because you have no other choice and you will because deep inside you want to." He assured her, his voice soft and almost hypnotic as he motioned for Jason to release the frightened wife and mother. "No...no..." Tammy moaned softly, her eyes locked with his as she tried to fight the feeling of helplessness that suddenly seemed to flow through her. She knew she should fight, she should scream, she should do anything but simply stand there, protesting weakly as his hand continued to caress her soft tit. "I don't want..." She started to protest only to have her voice stolen as his fingers gently teased the hard little nub of her nipple, sending a small jolt of pleasure through her body that stole her breath. "Yes, you do, Tammy," Martin confided to her, his voice a soft whisper as his hand combed through her thick red hair down to her shoulder. "You want it, you can deny it all you want but on some basic instinctual level, you know that you want to be fucked. Your body knows this already but your mind is fighting it," He tells her softly, his hand sliding under the collar of her bathrobe, pushing the garment off her shoulders as she stands placidly in front of him. "I... please..." Tammy pleads, her hands making a futile grab for the scant protection of her robe as it slides suddenly down her arms, pooling around her feet as she stands between the two men dressed only in her nightgown. "James... my husband..." She stammered, her mind trying desperately to find some reasonable excuse that would allow her to escape the fate she knew these men intended for her. "James will be back soon," She told them with what she hoped was a believable assurance. "I don't think so, Mrs. Rogers," Martin responded with a short laugh, his fingers suddenly pinching down hard on her erect nipple hard causing her to cry out in pain. "Don't think you can lie to us, my dear," He told her coldly, refusing to relinquish his vise-like grip on her breast even as tears formed in her eye. "That was the weakest excuse I've ever heard," He hissed in her ear as he finally released his painful hold on her breast. "Now cut the bullshit and do as we say," Martin instructed her, his hand once more gently cupping her heaving breast. "Please... don't hurt me," Tammy gasped, trying to regain some small part of her composure, struggling not to let these two men see her weakness. "I'll do... I'll do what you want just," She assured them, fighting to keep her fear and shame from her voice, hoping that if she submitted to their lewd desires they'd tire of her and leave her alone, "just don't hurt me." "That's good, Mrs. Rogers," Martin replied with a slightly evil smile his hand moving up off her breast to cup her chin, turning her head so that she was looking directly at him, her large brown eyes locking with his. "Now you are going to do exactly as we ask, aren't you?" "I...yes..." Tammy replies softly, wanting to cringe away from his condescending gaze but afraid of his reaction as she slowly nodded her head in agreement. "Anything you ask." "Take off your nightgown, Tammy" Martin instructed her simply, stepping back and motioning Jason to do the same, leaving the shaking and scared woman alone in the middle of the kitchen floor. "Yeah, let's see your body, honey," Jason chimed in, leaning back against the counter with a mocking grin as he made a point of looking Tammy up and down slowly. "I..." Tammy stammered, suddenly frozen between the two men, her muscles seeming unwilling to react to what she knew she reluctantly had to do. Her fingers gripped the thin cotton of her nightgown, balling the fabric in her fists as she looked back and forth between the two men. "I... I can't..." "Hmmm, I'm disappointed in you, Mrs. Rogers." Martin told her regretfully, motioning for Jason to grab her arms as he walked up to her, his hand reaching up to the neckline of her nightgown as his partner gripped her arms tightly. "I guess we'll have to do this the hard way then," He told her as he slowly, deliberately began to tear the nightgown in half, the thin cotton ripping easily until it hung off her shoulders, the two halves exposing a wide swath of her chest and ample cleavage as she looked up her tormentor. "Very nice," Martin commented somewhat clinically as his eyes ran over her smooth, pale skin of her chest and stomach. "Much nicer than I thought when I first saw you," He tells her with a suggestive wink as his hand runs over the soft skin of her stomach, slowly moving further down her body. "Please..." Tammy managed to gasp, her breath coming in short hard breaths as his fingers slide over the soft sensitive skin of her stomach, hating the warm rush of anticipation she suddenly felt as his hand neared her pussy. She was scared, terrified by these two men and yet her body was responding to their touch, betraying her as she tried to maintain some of her dignity. She bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut in humiliation as she felt his fingers begin to comb through the thick red hair of her pubic bush. She tried to step back, away from his groping hand only to feel the other man, the one holding her arms tightly to her sides, pressing tight against her, the large hard bulge of his excitement pressing into her back. He must be huge! Tammy found herself thinking as she felt his erect cock rub against her back through his clothes, Much larger then James. She thought with a shameful blush, the thought of her loving husband bringing some fight back into her. "Don't!" She cried out softly, trying to turn her body to avoid the man's groping hand as she struggled against his friend holding her arms. "I... I can't do this..." Mrs. Rogers' Neighborhood "Oh, you can, Mrs. Rogers," Martin told her, forcing his hand between her thighs, cupping the warm soft mound of her sex as she writhed against his touch. "You can do it, you just don't want to," He told her as he stepped closer to her, his breath warm on her cheek as he whispered in her ear, "although it seems your body is much more willing." "Please," Tammy sobbed, knowing that this large black man was now feeling the wetness of her arousal, the treacherous juices of her pussy that ignored what her mind was saying as she unwillingly reacted to his knowing caress. "I'm... I'm a respectable woman, my husband, my baby..." "I don't care about your husband or child," Martin told her softly, his fingers sliding over the soft lips of her pussy, his thumb rubbing over the small bump of her clitoris causing her to jump slightly at the contact. "I don't care about you or your life at all, Tammy, the only thing that interests me about you in the slightest is this," He told her, his hand squeezing the mound of her pussy firmly to emphasis his point. "You're a hot piece of ass, Mrs. Rogers, a slut that needs a good fucking. Nothing more, so don't bore me by talking about your husband, your kid, or your life. Do you understand, slut?" "I..." Tammy began to protest, her outrage at his causal dismissal of her life pushing aside her shock, only to have her breath stolen once more as his thumb slid over her clit, bringing to full hardness almost quickly. "Oh... yes, yes, I understand," She managed to gasp, her legs feeling suddenly weak as her hips thrust against his groping hand, seeking to prolong the contact. "I knew you would," Martin told her with a wicked knowing smile as he continued to toy with the hard little nub of her clit, watching her carefully as she tried to hide how aroused she was becoming. "Now be a good little slut, Tammy, and do exactly as I say," He instructed her, his fingers spreading the soft lips of her pussy as one finger slowly slid into her vagina. "Oh," Tammy moaned softly, her eyes flickering closed as she felt her entire body quiver eagerly around his invading finger. Her legs felt suddenly weak as his rough finger caressed the sensitive inner walls of her pussy, her breath coming in short sharp gasps as she slowly opened her eyes to look up at her tormentor. "I'll... I'll do anything," She assured him breathlessly, despising her weakness as she surrendered to her lust. She should be kicking, screaming, trying to pull free, hell she should be doing anything but what she was, standing their placidly, eagerly hoping he'll continue to caress her sensitive cunt. "I knew you would," Martin breathed gently in her ear, smiling as she jumped as he crooked his finger in her, caressing a particularly sensitive spot in her pussy. "Now, my friend here is going to release you, Tammy but you're not going to fight or resist us. Are you?" He asked, his finger brushing that same sensitive spot as he gently rubbed against her hard clit, the combined sensations being enough to bring a shuddering moan from her. "N...no..." Tammy finally managed to whisper, shaking her head slightly as she tried to ignore the shocks of pleasure his hand was bringing to her. She was on the brink of an orgasm and trying hard not to let either man know how aroused she was. No one, not even James, had ever turned her on this much with simple touches and she was ashamed to admit to herself that she was beginning to want more. "I'll... I'll do as you say," She assured him, not daring to look this large black man in the eye, afraid that he'd see the wanton lust in her eyes. Maybe she was really the slut he'd named her, Tammy thought to herself as she felt the other man's hands loosen their grip before sliding down her arms. His fingers brushed against hers for a second before he stepped away and Tammy found herself suddenly missing the hard bulge of his erection that had been pressed against her back. It took a few seconds for her lust numbed mind to realize she was free, she wasn't being forced to stand there, no longer held in place, that she could run, maybe even escape these two men! Even as the thought came to her, Martin's thumb brushed against her clit once more causing her to gasp as any will to flee evaporated in the renewed rush of desire flooding her cunt. "Very good, Mrs. Rogers," Martin told her encouragingly, his condescending tones similar to that of a parent with a particularly slow child. "That's a good slut," He told her, "don't make a fuss and we'll all get what we want." Damn him! Tammy cursed mentally, realizing that she had been being tested, that maybe she could have escaped if only she had been able to resist his expert caresses. "Now, I want you to drop what's left of your nightgown and let me and Jason see that lovely body of yours. Model for us, Tammy, show us that lovely sexy slutty body of yours," Martin instructed her with a knowing smile as if he was reading her thoughts. "Do a good job and I'll even let you cum," He told her as he suddenly slipped his finger out of her pussy. Tammy bit her lip, trying to hold back a sob of disappointment as she felt his finger slide out of her, leaving her feeling suddenly empty. She wanted to cum, to orgasm so badly that she was suddenly willing to do just about anything he demanded, so long as she could feel his finger sliding back into her wet hole once more. "Ye...yes," She agreed, her fingers moving up to push the torn halves of her nightgown off her shoulders as she stepped towards the center of the room. "Sir." Martin told her coldly, causing her to stumble as she looked at him curiously. "You should have said, yes, sir or yes, master, Tammy. I won't punish you this time because you didn't know but don't let it happen again, understand?" "Yes," Tammy almost whispered, hanging her head in shame as she heard his harsh words, wondering what her life was going to be like after this day. "Yes, master." She added quickly as she saw an icy cold stare cross Martin's face. "That's a good slut," He told her with a slow smile, leaning against the edge of the kitchen table as he watched her carefully. Her long red hair hung down around her face as she stood in the center of the kitchen, her hands hanging down by her side as she looked up uncertainly at him, unsure what she should do next. "Pose for us," Martin instructed her simply, "show us your body, Tammy. Make us want to fuck you like the whore you really are." "I... yes," Tammy stammered, her stomach a knot of uncertainty as she looked between the two men as they watched her, one leaning against the counter while the other leaned against the table. "Yes, master," She repeated louder, seeing the disapproving look cross Martin's face. Her hands seemed to flutter uncertainly as she looked at the two men, moving unsteadily up to cup her breasts, lifting them up, offering them to the men as she leaned forward slightly. Her hands slid down her stomach, framing the mound of her pussy as she suddenly leaned back, thrusting her hips towards them obscenely. She could feel her cheeks burning with shame as she slowly spread her legs, exposing the soft lips of her pussy to them, as she begged silently to be allowed to cum, to satisfy this strange almost overpowering lust that suddenly filled her. "That's right, Tammy," Jason murmured encouragement, licking his lips as she slowly, hesitantly displayed her body for them, "show us your slutty little cunt. Do you want us to fuck you?" He asked, smiling as she slowly ran a finger down through her dark pubic bush, knowing her pussy must be ready by now. "yes... yes, please..." Tammy sobbed in shame as she felt the damp heat of her sex as she leaned further back, thrusting her hips wantonly towards the two men, inviting them to take her, to use her, to satisfy the sudden lust that was surging through her. This wasn't like her, she'd never acted this way before, wouldn't have even dreamed of this whorish display but she suddenly found herself unable to stop. "Please... please fuck me, master." She begged, turning around and bending over shaking the soft round globes of her ass towards them. "Please." "What do you think?" Martin asked, glancing over at his friend with a motion of his head towards the humiliated housewife before them. "Do you think she deserves to be fucked now?" "I'd say so," Ray chimed in from the doorway, startling Tammy with his sudden appearance as he nodded to his two co-workers. "I was wondering what was taking you guys so long in here," the young black man told them, his eyes running over Tammy's naked body slowly, "now I know." "Wha...what do you want?" Tammy stammered, her arms suddenly trying to cover her body as she stared at the young man behind her, hating how vulnerable she felt as his eyes ran over her nude flesh. "I'd have thought that was pretty obvious, Tammy." Martin barked with a short laugh as he moved towards the startled housewife, motioning for Jason to follow him. "He wants what you were going to give to us, Mrs. Rogers." He whispered softly as he stood close to her, his hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair away from her face. "He wants you, to fuck you, to use you like the whore you really are." He hissed, turning her head until she was forced to look at the young black man as he sauntered into the kitchen to join his co-workers. Tammy looked at the three men, all standing close to her that she felt dwarfed between them, as her hands tried futilely to cover her naked body. "I... I can't take all of... not all three," the shocked housewife stammered, glancing between the three men, seeing that they all wore similar smiles. "Please..." She sobbed softly as she suddenly felt her knees go weak as she realized her fate, "I... I can't." "Yes, yes you can," Martin whispered softly, his hand sliding down her neck, tracing lightly over her chest as Ray began gently massaging her back, his hands sliding slowly lower. "You can, Mrs. Rogers, and you will. You want to, your body is yearning for it but your mind is still telling you that it's wrong." He assured her, his hand gently pushing hers out of the way as his large calloused hands cupped her ample breasts, his fingers gently rubbing around her pink aureole. "No...no, please, I ca... I can't," Tammy gasped, jumping slightly as she felt the younger man's hands slide down to grip the soft flesh of her ass, squirming uncomfortably as his fingers slipped between the rounded globes of her ass. "Please, I don't... I've never..." She protested, glancing worriedly over her shoulder at the young man as his finger slowly rubbed against her tight virgin anus, "not...not in my ass. I'll, I'll do anything, anything you want, just not... not in my ass. Please." "Oh, you'll do anything we want all right, Mrs. Rogers," Martin told her softly, his eyes filled with amusement at her reaction to Ray's touch. "And why don't you get started by taking my cock out," He suggested as his hands slid down off her heaving breasts and across the soft skin of her stomach. "Y...yes, sir," Tammy stammered, squirming uncomfortably as the young man's finger continued to caress her asshole. Her hands were shaking as she slowly reached out, fumbling with his zipper as she felt the third man's hand slide around from behind her to squeeze her heaving breasts. His fingers massaged the soft flesh as she slowly, reluctantly, slipped her hand into the open fly of Martin's pants. "Oh!" Tammy gasped in surprise, glancing up into his smiling eyes as her fingers slowly closed around his hard cock. He can't be that big, Tammy thought to herself even as she gently began drawing his hard cock from his pants, her hand running up and down the shaft in stunned disbelief. "What's the matter, Tammy, never seen a real man's cock before?" Martin asked, his hand sliding down between her legs, cupping the mound of her sex as she continued to stroke his erection in silent awe, her eyes running up and down the thick veined shaft in time with her hand. "How big is your husband?" He asked as she unconsciously licked her lips. "Wha..." Tammy stammered, only half hearing his question as she stared at his enormous cock. She'd never imagined one so large, true some of her friends had boasted about their husbands' sizes, but she had never thought them more then idle boasts. Against her will, she found herself wondering what it'd feel like to have that large of a cock buried deep within her. "Oh, James... my husband... he's... he's only about eight inches..." She admitted finally, unable to tear her eyes away from a cock that was nearly half again as large as the only one she'd ever known. "So this is the largest cock you've ever seen, Mrs. Rogers?" The young man, Ray, asked softly in her ear as his fingers continued to caress her asshole. "Ye...yes," Tammy breathed softly, disturbed to find herself no longer uncomfortable with his caress, "I... I was a virgin when James... when I was married." She told him, her hand continuing to stroke the large cock almost reverently, as her pink tongue rewetted her lips again. "You want that cock don't you, Mrs. Rogers?" Ray asked softly, "You want to know what it'd feel like to have a true man's cock in you, to feel it stretch you like you were a virgin again. Isn't that true, Tammy?" "N...no," Tammy lied, hating how close to the truth his words were, hating how they all seemed to know more about her then even she was willing to admit. "I... I love Jo... I love my husband." She almost sighed suddenly unwilling to say his name in front of these three men. "I'm sure you do, Mrs. Rogers," Ray spoke softly in her ear as her hand continued to stroke Martin's hard cock. "I'm sure you love your husband, but you want that cock, your entire body is crying out to be fucked like the whore you are, you need to know what it would feel like to have that cock deep inside you. Isn't that true, Tammy?" Ray asked, his finger slowly gently pushing against her anus until he felt his finger begin to slide in past her relaxing sphincter. "N...n...no," Tammy sobbed, her voice denying his words as her body betrayed her. "I... I'm not... I'm not a whore," The tormented housewife moaned softly as she felt the young man's finger slide further into her asshole as she felt a rush of warm liquid desire flood her pussy at the thought of Martin's large cock filling her. "Of course, you're not," Martin chuckled, smiling down at the redheaded mom as her hand continued to stroke his erection. "You're a good wife and mother, aren't you, Tammy?" He asked, his hand cupping her pussy, slowly spreading her thick labia his fingers sliding along the soft wet flesh of her sex. "Y...yes," Tammy stammered, "that's...that's right. I'm, I'm a good wife." "Well, if you're such a good wife, Mrs. Rogers, and not a whore like you say," Martin asked, his finger curling, sliding into her tight wet pussy, "then how come your cunt is flooded?" "I... it's just... please," Tammy gasped, her eyes half shut as she felt his large finger slide further into her. "Oh, god..." the humiliated mother moaned softly, slowly gyrating her hips against his hand as she felt Martin's finger slide deeper into her. "Please...please fuck me. I need, I need to be fucked," She panted, her face burning with shame as she heard the three men chuckle lewdly at her words. "Only if you admit that you're a whore, Mrs. Rogers." Martin told her, curling his finger inside her as he stroked a particularly sensitive spot. "Tell us that you're truly a cock loving slut and we'll fuck you." "I, I'm a..." The tormented wife and mother gasped, feeling almost nauseous with shame as she told them what they wanted to hear. "I'm a whore... a cock loving slut, please... please fuck me." "I knew you were a whore, Mrs. Rogers," Martin laughed as he slipped his finger out of her hot wet cunt. "It was only a matter of time until you were begging us to fuck you. Now hop up onto that table there while we decide whose going first." "First?" Tammy gasped, her eyes going wide with surprise as she glanced at the three men standing around her. "I thought... I meant only you... not all three." She stammered, shaking her head as she realized what she'd gotten herself into. "Of course all three of us," Ray chuckled softly in her ear, "it wouldn't be right if Martin was the only one to enjoy your slutty little cunt. A man should share his bounty with his friends, don't you agree, Tammy?" "Oh, god..." Tammy gasped as she climbed up onto the kitchen table, her eyes still bouncing between the three of them as they started to strip off their clothes. "Oh, jesus," She moaned as they pushed their pants down, her eyes going wide in surprise at the size of their erections. She'd thought Martin was large until she saw Ray's cock. I don't think I could take all of that, she thinks silently to herself as she admires the young man's mammoth cock. "I don't care who goes first," Jason chimed in, stepping up beside her as he gently caresses her bare breasts, "I just want to see those lovely lips wrapped around my cock." "Either way's fine with me, too." Ray shrugged, "I think Martin's earned going first actually. He's the one that really got Tammy here in the mood so he should get to enjoy that lovely cunt first." "Thanks," Martin said with a nod of his head to his two coworkers as he approached the table, smiling hungrily at Mrs. Rogers. "I always enjoyed being the first man with a new slut. Just relax, Tammy," He told her gently, his hands slowly spreading her thighs as he stepped between them, "just relax and enjoy yourself." "I, Please," Tammy gasped, her eyes fixed on the large erection as she slowly lay back on the table, hating the warring desires within herself. As much as she wanted to be fucked by this well endowed man, she knew she should fight them, should stop them from jeopardizing the life she'd built up with James. She was a respected wife and mother with a good job, she shouldn't, couldn't, allow these men to have their way with her. "I can't..." "Yes, you can, Tammy," Martin told her simply, his hand sliding up to rest on her stomach as he guided the large swollen head of his cock to the flooded entrance of her pussy. "You want to, we all know you do, you just won't admit it to yourself." He told her, rubbing the head of his cock up and down the length of her slit wetting the head in the juice of her arousal. "Oh," Tammy gasped, her body arching up off the table as she felt the large mushroom head of his cock sliding along her pussy, "Please, please fuck me!" The formerly conservative wife hissed desperately, her legs gripping his waist as she tried to pull him into her. "That's a good little slut, Mrs. Rogers," Martin laughed, pressing his hips forward, slowly sliding his hard cock into her gripping cunt. "Fuck!" Tammy cried out, her body spasming as his large erection slid completely into her, "It's... it's so large." She gasped, sitting up slightly to look down at her crotch in amazement as her pussy stretched to accommodate the largest cock she'd ever had. "I feel so... so full," She announced rather happily, looking up at the black man with a mixture of shame and desire, "Please, please fuck me, Sir. I want to feel you as deep in me as you can." "Of course, my good little slut," Martin told her with a kind smile, slowly beginning to thrust with his hips, working the length of his cock slowly in and out of her tight hole. As her body became used to his size, he began speeding up his rhythm, the impact of his thrusts causing her breasts to bounce delightfully. "You want to get involved with this, guys?" Martin asked somewhat breathlessly as he continued to fuck the white woman spread across her kitchen table. "Of course," Jason replied with a smile, moving towards her head, as Ray bent over the table his hand cupping Tammy's jiggling breast as he guided her hand to the thick shaft of his cock with the other. Almost automatically her hand began sliding up and down his erection in time with Martin's thrusts as Ray bent over, sucking loudly on her soft breast. "Open wide, Mrs. Rogers," Jason instructed, straddling her head as he pressed the head of his cock against her lips, his hand sliding down to caress her neck and shoulders. Mrs. Rogers' Neighborhood "Oh, oh god," Tammy gasped, her body and mind seeming to be on fire with pleasure as she felt the different men's hands caressing her skin. Opening her mouth she took Jason's cock into her mouth, eagerly sucking on the hot salty flesh as she felt the waves of a powerful orgasm begin to swell over her body. Her body felt like a rubber band stretched too tight as the wonderful sensations ran through her, her existence reduced to points of contact between her flesh and theirs. Her climax seemed to take her over, blacking out everything else, robbing her of conscious thought until it was suddenly over. "Damn, Mrs. Rogers, that was an impressive orgasm," Ray laughed as she lay on the table, her chest heaving as she slowly opened her eyes again. "I... I've never... never had an orgasm like that," Tammy gasped, her muscles feeling weak as she looked up at her three tormentors. "I knew you'd enjoy being a slut," Martin laughed, his hands gripping her thighs as he began to resume thrusting his cock deep into her pussy, "but I didn't expect you to be such a wanton piece of ass, Tammy." "Yes, I'm a good little slut," Tammy gasped, her hand reaching out once more for Ray's cock as Martin continued to fuck her, his large cock now sliding easily in and out of her. The morning turned into a lust filled haze for the once prim and proper Mrs. Rogers as she slowly began to accept her new role as these men's willing cock slut. All three men took turns fucking her pussy, shooting their loads deep into her fertile womb until Tammy thought she'd slosh when she walked. When Ray had slid his massive cock into her, Mrs. Rogers had thought she was going to pass out from the mixture of pleasure and pain at being stretched far beyond anything she'd ever known before. After they had finished with her, leaving her tired and panting as she lay across the kitchen table, Martin leaned over her, his voice soft in her ear as his fingers toyed with one hard nipple. "We've got to be going now, Mrs. Rogers, we have six more stops after this one." He told her, his fingers pulling gently on her elongated nipple as she moaned softly. "But don't worry, my good little slut, we'll be back tomorrow morning." "I... I work tomorrow," Tammy breathed, ashamed at the wave of disappointment that washed through her at their departure. "I won't... I'll be at work." "Call in sick," He instructed her simply, his hand sliding down over her stomach to cup her damp sex. "We'll want another morning to enjoy this lovely cunt, Tammy. So you'd better be here when we arrive. Understand?" "I... yes, sir," the tormented wife and mother agreed, hating the eagerness in her voice. "I'll be here." "That's a good whore," Martin told her condescendingly, his hand patting her thigh almost like a man patting a well behaved pet. "And it goes without saying, Tammy, don't tell anyone about us or what happened this morning. Right?" "Yes," Mrs. Rogers sighed as she watched the three men laughing as they left the kitchen, the sound of her front door closing a few seconds later announcing for the first time in hours that she was truly alone. Climbing down off the table, Tammy tried to avoid looking at the puddle of semen staining the tabletop where she'd been laying. On weak legs she climbed the stairs and into a hot shower where she thought about what had just happened and how it was going to affect her life from then on.