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The Trunk

By: rktktvi



"Oh my goodness!" She'd said it out loud before she had even realized that her mouth was open. Meredith gazed into the open trunk for a moment with an astonished look on her face and hurriedly attempted to close it before Susan came into the room. Susan had been Meredith's best friend since high school, but what she had seen was simply too embarrassing to think about. 

Susan had been asked by her aunt and uncle to see if she would mind house-sitting for them while they took their annual mid-winter vacation to Florida. The house wasn't overly large, but compared to her small apartment across town, it was quite spacious. With the threat of a minor snowstorm, Susan had thought that it might be fun to have Meredith come over, watch some movies, drink some wine, and gossip about old friends. It was winding down to the end of the evening, and Meredith had excused herself for a moment to look for a blanket from her bedroom. When Susan heard her friend gasp , she hurried down the hall to see what had been the matter.

When Susan burst into the room, she saw Meredith's back to her as she fumbled with something in the closet. "What's wrong," she asked? Meredith turned to her with an embarrassed look on her face and started to mumble something about looking for a blanket. Susan noticed that just inside the closet was large trunk. Curious, she asked "were there blankets in that trunk?"

Meredith lied and told her that she had decided that she didn't want one anymore, and stepped past Susan into the hallway. Deciding that she wanted a blanket for herself, Susan assumed that Meredith had indeed found the blankets there. Just as she was about to open it, she heard Meredith exclaim from the hall "no, don't," but it was too late. Susan had opened the trunk and revealed the secrets contained inside.

It was an old steamer trunk, much like one would find in an antique shop or a garage sale. Well weathered and scratched, it very much looked like a secure place for personal belongings. Much to Meredith's and then Susan's surprise, this particular trunk contained a wide assortment of what could only be described as adult toys. Giggling, Susan picked up a strange looking dildo and waved it at Meredith in the hall.

"Oh my goodness is right," she exclaimed. "Who knew aunt and uncle were such freaks.. I mean, I've got one of these," she stated as she held the dildo, "but what the hell is this for?" Susan dropped the dildo and picked up what looked to be a leather hood. It reminded Susan of the type of thing Batman from the comics might wear, except that there were no eyeholes. 

Relaxing a little, Meredith came into the room to gaze into the trunk once again with her friend. "I swear I wasn't snooping, but I thought that if I were a blanket, I'd want to be in that trunk!"

After exploring the contents for a bit, the girls found a rather wide assortment toys, most obviously intended for a much more daring version of sex than either girl had experienced. After laughing and poking around for a bit, they decided that it had gotten late and closed the trunk. Susan excused herself and went to the other bedroom for the evening.

After laying in bed wide awake for a while, Meredith couldn't overcome her curiosity about the trunk. Satisfied that Susan must be asleep by now, Meredith turned on a small light, and crept over to the closet. Once again opening the lid, Meredith felt that she could take a closer look at the contents. The first item she pulled out was that mysterious hood she had seen earlier. It was a fairly light and flexible leather. It had a zipper in the back that went from bottom to top, leaving a small hole at the top for what she assumed could be a ponytail. Putting it to the side, she continued to rummage through the trunk, fumbling with various paddle Meredith turned on a sm.

"Do you want to wear it for a while," came the slightly muffled question. Meredith and Susan had been very close friends for years, but aside from the occasional kiss in the bars to tease the boys, they had never experimented with each other. Meredith hesitated, and then very slightly, almost imperceptibly, she nodded. 

Feeling hands guiding her, Meredith stood up and allowed herself to be led back towards the bed. Without a word being said, Meredith lifted her arms as she felt her shirt being tugged upwards. A very slight chill swept through her body as the air touched her suddenly stiffening nipples. Blessed by genetics, Meredith had inherited quite large breasts from her grandmother. Although she knew that Susan had seen them many times before, Meredith suddenly felt extremely self conscious about them. Briefly thinking about pulling the hood off and stopping everything, Meredith then felt her hands being pushed together. 

What must have been rope started to circle her wrists, wrapping many times around them, binding them together. Susan hadn't been too rough, or tied them too tightly, but after testing the bonds, Meredith decided that she was definitely stuck. Feeling the hands push her back onto the bed, Meredith scooted back, her head on the pillow. Moments later, Susan had apparently fastened the other end of the rope to the headboard, as Meredith found that her hands could move only a few inches from side to side. In another moment, Susan had pulled off Meredith's shorts. She hadn't been wearing any panties.

Once again self conscious, Meredith clamped her legs together. The hood, as Meredith was learning, not only completely obscured her vision, but made it difficult for her to hear anything. She felt the bed shift as though Susan had gotten up, but then nothing else. Though it must have only been a few minutes, Meredith felt as though she had waited an eternity before the bed shifted with Susan's weight again. Meredith felt Susan's hands on her ankle, attaching what felt like a hard leather cuff to it. Meredith had allowed Susan to spread her legs a bit as she completed the task on this first ankle. After feeling her other leg pulled even farther away from the first one, Meredith then felt a similar cuff going onto the other ankle. Again the weight moved off of the bed. Modesty again overcoming her, Meredith attempted to clamp her legs back together, but found that she could not. It felt as if there was some sort of bar attached to the two cuffs, keeping her ankles about three feet apart. Now Meredith felt truly vulnerable, exposed.

The weight on the bed returned, but this time to her side, and she felt herself being rolled over onto her stomach. Face down, arms above her and legs held open, Meredith then felt something being pushed under her hips. A pillow, perhaps? And then another one, pushing her ass slightly up and into the air. And then the hands came.

They were slippery, maybe she had covered them in oil? But they started to move all over her body. From her shoulders to her feet, the hands rubbed her everywhere. Kneading, pushing, probing. Occasionally she would feel more oil being added until she felt that she must be positively slippery. But in heaven, yes in heaven. The massage was thorough and eventually began to concentrate closer and closer to her ass. Squirming in pleasure, Meredith was continually reminded of her inability to resist as she pushed against her bonds. She was quite sure that her pussy was soaked, but hoped that the massage oil might conceal this embarrassing fact. 

As the hands started to concentrate only on her backside, Meredith felt a finger dip ever so slightly into her pussy. Judging by the ease that it moved in and out of her, Meredith flushed with the thought at how wet she must be down there. Once again she started to pull with her arms, but settled down as the hands disappeared. The weight left the bed again for what seemed an eternity. When the weight returned again beside her, she immediately felt the hands go to her upturned bottom. They began to massage her, and to her horror, began to occasionally touch the rosebud nestled between her cheeks. Only once before had she been touched there. It had been on a drunken date with an old boyfriend. After allowing herself to be talked into it, she had experienced her one and only foray into anal sex. He was rough, but thankfully quick. She had never allowed him to try again. But now the fingers were teasing. Slippery. Gentle. Sliding. Tickling. Inside. 

Surprised at how relaxed she was, Meredith began to enjoy the new sensations that she was feeling. The hands were everywhere on her bottom. Or more precisely, one hand was everywhere on her bottom. The other, having gained a finger inside her, continued to move inside her passage. Sliding gently in and out, twisting from side to side, the finger never stopped moving. The other hand slid all around her bottom, occasionally dipping down between her legs to tease what now felt to be her sopping wet pussy. Before she knew it, another finger slid into her bum effortlessly. Hypnotized by the flurry of feelings, Meredith was taken by surprise when she felt something hard begin to press against her asshole. Relaxed as she was, it started to push into her easily. Obviously well lubricated, it continued to slide in slowly, but the further it went, the more difficult it got. It felt as though it must have a cone shape, getting wider and wider the further Susan pushed. Meredith started to panic, struggling against her bonds as the pain in her ass increased. Just as she was starting to protest, she felt Susan's weight lay down next to her and her breath on her cheek again. "You can take it, baby, you're turning me on so much!" were the words of encouragement that Susan offered. It was enough. With a last gasp and feeling that her ass was going to be completely torn apart, Meredith felt the thing suddenly shift forward into her, but it got much narrower until it stopped, another large part keeping it from going completely into her.

Meredith had never felt so full. So vulnerable. So dirty. So horny. She began to try to squirm against the thing in her bottom, but it would not move. She felt Susan get up again and move off of the bed. After a moment, the pillows were pulled out from under her hips, and Susan was rolling her over onto her back again. When her bottom hit the mattress, the plug in her bum moved a bit, sending a surge of sensation through Meredith's body. And then Susan was gone again. Rummaging through the trunk, Meredith thought, terrified yet intrigued by what could possibly be next. The weight returned, this time at the foot of the bed, between Meredith's legs. And then breath on her ankles. Up her calves. Past her knees. Up her thighs. And then it stopped between them Highly sensitive, Meredith could feel the warm breath against her most sensitive skin. Then she felt the tongue. It was almost timid, but began to lightly touch her. First her lips. Then her clit. Then outside again. The tongue never totally penetrated her, but continued to lightly dance around everywhere, flitting about like a hummingbird. 

Moaning with desire and feeling a burn starting to build from deep inside her, Meredith ground her hips, attempting to guess where the tongue might be next. She needed more, she needed to feel it inside her. She craved it's attention. These feelings building, Meredith let out an exasperated moan as she suddenly felt Susan's weight get off the bed. And then the weight was back, but next to her. She felt skin on skin as the weight continued to shift around her head. Then she felt what must be knees beside her head. Knowing what position her friend must be in, Meredith strained her neck forward, desiring with all her heart to try to return some of the pleasure that she had been feeling. Just then, she felt the hands again, but this time on her left breast. They began to massage both of her breasts roughly. Kneading the heavy flesh as though they were rolls of dough, the hands moved freely from breast to breast. And then one of the hands was gone, as the other began to roll a nipple between the fingers. The delicious fingers continued their sweet rolling torture of this same nipple, as Meredith felt a heat approaching her face. Lifting her head slightly again, she pushed her face against Susan's drenched pussy. Instantly and joyously, Meredith began to aggressively tongue her friend. All of her helpless pent-up energy had been focused to this one outlet: her mouth. Susan began to grind her hips roughly against the face, smearing her wetness all over Meredith's face.

It felt like a bite at first. Meredith felt a sudden slight but shooting pain in her right nipple. Still trying to maintain her concentration on the pussy in her face, Meredith could only guess that Susan had applied some type of clamp to her nipple. It was a dull pain. And one that was repeated moments later on the other nipple. Susan continued to grind her pussy against Meredith's face, feeling her buck as she began to apply the clothespins to Meredith's wonderful breasts. At first there was one for the tip of each nipple. And then four more on each breast, ringing the nipple. Pleased with the symmetry of the bouncing clothespins, she amused herself with the ripples that went through Meredith's body each time she flicked one of the little clamps. 

Meredith was in ecstasy. She could not explain how or why, but no matter what torment Susan inflicted upon her, she only became more excited. Never stopping with her duties to her friend's gushing pussy, Meredith felt her own pleasure mounting dramatically as Susan varied between pulling at the clamps and twisting the plug in her ass. If she would only touch her pussy! She needed that push. She had to have that last little bit of help to fly over the edge into what must be a bottomless well of desire. Somehow, through the hood, she thought she actually heard it before she felt it. "Snap!" And then the flash of white hot pain exploded from between Meredith's legs and racked her entire body. Attempting to focus on her own tongue, she felt the impact again. It felt like a hundred leathery tentacles had slapped her directly on her sopping pussy. Meredith tried to squirm her hips away, but only managed to push the plug more against her bottom as Susan's little toy continued to painfully lick Meredith's desperate pussy. 

And then it happened. All of the feelings collided. Her blinded eyes. Her deafened ears. Her helpless arms. Her opened legs. The large invader in her ass. The nasty bites on her breasts. The painful licks of her pussy. And the sweet taste that was being ground into her face. Meredith exploded into orgasm. It had been building for quite some time, and then as if it were an operatic crescendo, the waves began to hit her. Crying out into her friend's pussy, Meredith felt her body being racked by the waves of pleasure. As if spurred by her actions, Meredith vaguely felt Susan's body buck and jerk on top of her, mashing the pussy against Susan's face even harder. The waves kept coming for what seemed an eternity, Susan unrelenting in her attacks upon Meredith; Meredith unable to resist the passion that was enveloping her. 

Slowly, and exhaustedly, Susan rolled off of Meredith's helpless and defeated body. Delicately, she began to remove all of the instruments of torture that she had used. She gazed as Meredith winced with the removal of each clothespin. Nibbled a shoulder as she groaned when the plug finally surrendered Meredith's ass back to her. Released the cuffs and rope, then finally helped Meredith pull the hood over her head.

With a slight smile in her eye, Susan stroked Meredith's exhausted cheeks and twirled her sweaty hair. Meredith looked back up to her and said, "let's get some sleep, you're going to need it for when I look in that trunk tomorrow!"

The Trunk Ch. 02



Susan and Meredith's exploration of the trunk continued throughout the month, each taking turns playing the top, although Meredith seemed to naturally gravitate toward the more submissive role. Although she was equally happy in either role, Susan noted Meredith's preference and tended to top more often than otherwise. Without doubt, however, their friendship grew even closer with this new and excitingly intimate association that they now had with each other. In Susan, Meredith now had found what she felt her soul had missed before. By way of her dominance, Susan had relieved Meredith of the angst that she had previously felt whenever she tried to explore her sexuality. With the chains came a certain type of freedom. With the pain came a new type of pleasure. With the dependence came a certain amount of liberation. 

While mulling similar thoughts, Susan brought the strap down hard. Feeling it connect with a satisfying thud, Susan watched the instantaneous spasm ripple through Meredith's body. This last stroke had been much harder than the prior five, and must have come as something of a surprise. The muffled gasp came almost immediately after, but no shouts or words; the gag prevented that. Susan stepped back to admire the prize of a stripe that was almost immediately born. Two inches wide and nearly ten inches long, it was perfectly split in two by the quivering crack of Meredith's ass. As the color quickly changed from pink to crimson, Susan quickly set to give the stripe a pair of equally painful sisters, one above and one below. 

The last three strokes had been almost all that she could bear. The tears had begun to spring from her haunted eyes, but the ballgag in her mouth kept Meredith from being able to utter any objections to Susan's ministrations. In fact, it had been Meredith herself who had suggested the situation that she now found herself in. 

It had been a moment of inspiration when Meredith finally figured out what the strange rub marks were on the chair in the living room. Obviously an older chair, Meredith had never found it to be particularly comfortable to sit in. Susan's aunt and uncle seemed to be very purposeful in the furnishings of their home, and the one chair didn't quite seem to fit in with either the décor, or the general comfort of the place. To make matters worse, the chair was not in the same immaculate condition of most of the rest of the house. It had a padded seat, but an open wooden back that uncomfortably only rose to just above waist height, if one were to stand behind it. And then there were those rub marks in the finish near the bottoms of the legs. And then came the sudden thought. Meredith had risen from watching television with Susan, walked over to the chair, and pulled it away from the wall. With mild interest, Susan watched her friend ponder the chair. And then Meredith did something that shared the inspiration with Susan. She walked to the back of the chair, and then leaned over it as far as she could. It all made sense. With her waist at the back of the chair, her wrists and ankles fell almost exactly next to the rub marks on the legs of the chair.

"I want this," was all she said. Susan had smiled, and stood. After seeing Meredith in position on the chair, Susan knew exactly what was required. Within a few minutes, she had gathered a few lengths of rope and the gag from the trunk. Minutes later, she was tying the now nude Meredith on her tippy-toes over the back of the chair. After she was tied helpless, Meredith began to feel the now familiar heat begin to rise between her legs. Over the last few weeks, Meredith had learned that her friend Susan had something of a sadistic streak in her. Fortunately, during those same weeks, Meredith had learned that she loved it. With her bottom upturned and exposed in this way, she knew it would only be a few moments more before Susan took Meredith away to that special place in her mind. 

"This will keep you from hurting my ears too much," was the laughing remark that Susan made as she put the gag securely into Meredith's mouth. Meredith had been gagged before, but she somehow felt that this time might be different. She knew that Susan felt the same magic in the chair that she herself sensed. She now found that her bottom was to receive an entirely new level of spanking. Susan had begun the process easily enough; a light pitter-patter of playful hand slaps to get the blood flowing. Then it was back to the trunk. It was quite a delight to have a sexual toy store at her fingertips. In fact, even after a month, there were still items that had not been put into play, and for today it was the strap. Made of leather and just a few inches wide, the devastating effects were seen clearly and immediately. Susan learned that unlike spanking by hand, this implement was most effective on Meredith when she paused between strokes. Susan could almost taste the mixture of anticipation and dread that quickly rose in Meredith in that brief moment. It was intoxicating.

After delivering ten more steady blows, Susan noted that her friend had begun to almost melt into the chair, her head hung in a state of delirious euphoria. All strength had left her body, she merely clung to the wooden legs as if she were floating with a piece of driftwood. Susan knelt down behind Meredith, who seemed not to notice that the attack on her behind had ceased. She studied the deep crimson cheeks of her friend and could feel the heat emanating onto her face. Gently, she pressed her hand against the burning flesh and was rewarded with a fleeting image on the skin as she removed her hand. Meredith barely moved as Susan now took both hands and separated the glowing orbs to find that a small trail of liquid had begun to seep down Meredith's leg. 

Susan tenderly extended her tongue and moved her face forward. Feeling the burning cheeks of her friend's behind against her own cool cheeks, Susan graced Meredith's tender lips with the slightest touch of her tongue. The reaction was instant, confused, and impulsive. Intially the shock of the gentle touch and other contact with her fiery skin caused Meredith to involuntarily try to pull away and grind her pelvis against the back of the chair. Then desire immediately swept through her body and she reversed course, trying to push her bottom against Susan's tongue. The conflicting sensations swirled through Meredith's mind, as Susan continued her delicate exploration. 

Satisfied that her friend was in a state of near delirium, Susan turned her attention to the other area that was open and available to her and gave a cursory stab at Meredith's defenseless asshole with her tongue. Through the gag, Meredith gave out a surprised yelp that faded into a dull groan as Susan pushed forward in her violation of Meredith's most private area. Susan continued to lick all around, backing off now and then to slide her cool cheek against the red inferno that was her friend's backside. After feeling this heat, she then aggressively began spreading those cheeks wide to penetrate the little rosebud deeply with her tongue. In and out, she began a rhythmic pace of fucking her friend's ass with her tongue. Meredith began to respond by pushing back in time to Susan's assault. At this point, Susan redoubled her efforts by allowing one finger to trace down to Meredith boiling pussy. One finger, then immediately a second slid into the buttery folds of Meredith's flesh, causing her to begin to buck wildly. Alternating the timing, Susan pistoned her fingers and tongue in and out of her friend's helpless body.

The orgasm struck Meredith like a comet. She could see it coming, could feel the heat approaching. It continued to build in size and overwhelm her. And then it was upon her. Involuntarily clenching her muscles against the ropes, Meredith's body went taut as the waves rushed through her body. She could feel it like electricity surging, all emanating from Susan's pounding tongue and fingers. Just as she reached the crest, she felt her pussy open a little more as Susan added another finger. Somehow through the haze of overwhelming sensations, Meredith felt a copious amount of liquid begin to pour down her legs.

Hesitating for a moment in surprise, Susan's first thought was that Meredith had urinated upon her. She immediately discounted this thought as the torrential flow had coincided with what had certainly been a massive orgasm. The nectar ran copiously down Susan's arm and Meredith's legs. Noting the further lubrication she had just received, Susan revived her assault on Meredith's spasming pussy by adding a fourth finger. She applied gentle yet unyielding pressure and was surprised to feel Meredith's pussy stretch to accept more of her hand. Gingerly, she pushed further until her exposed thumb lay flat against the skin on Meredith's backside. Throughout this new invasion, Meredith's body had remained completely and eerily still. The new sensation of being filled so completely devastated what was left of Meredith's self control as she released herself to pleasure with total abandon. Susan once again began to pump in and out, sawing into Meredith's pussy with renewed vigor. Feeling her own juices begin to flow freely, Susan's other hand traced down to rub her own very excited pussy. No longer able to distinguish between peaks and valleys, Meredith continued along the crest, twitching like a marionette at her friend's mercy. At long last, Susan's body convulsed as the orgasm erupted inside her. Holding her breath as the biggest waves moved through her, Susan continued to madly diddle herself as her four fingered assault on Meredith abated. 

Collapsing to the floor, Susan briefly lost herself in the moment until she looked up at her friend still perched helplessly over the back of the chair. The pleasurable intruders gone, all strength had left Meredith's body. She hung there limp, as if she were a blanket casually tossed aside. Her ravaged ass and pussy quivered slightly as a line of drool escaped past the gag to puddle in the seat of the chair. Mustering her strength, Susan gently removed the ties that secured Meredith into this bondage and gingerly helped her lay down onto the floor in a deep embrace. Planting baby kisses, Susan watched Meredith wince as she brushed her hand against Meredith's reddened backside. 

"That was amazing, baby," Meredith sighed as she returned the kisses.

"It seemed like you were out of your mind, out of your body for a while there. It seemed like you were in a different world."

"I think I was. Now I'm just beginning to dread the end of this week," Meredith's brow creased in a worried frown.

"I know, aunt and uncle will be back. Somehow I don't think that they would be too happy to find out that we've discovered their trunk and have been using their toys ourselves!"

"Well we'll just have to cross that bridge when we come to it. We've discovered too much to have to abandon it all after this short amount of time. I mean obviously they are adventurous people since they own all this stuff," Meredith exclaimed. 

"Well we'll see when they get back next week, I suppose," was Susan's worried reply. 

Moments later, both women heard it. A car door in the driveway. Scrambling to their feet, both women wildly began to grab at their clothes and toys, attempting to put the room back into sorts in the few seconds they knew that they had. Running, Susan was down the hall to the bedroom first. Just as the door swung open, Meredith lunged out of the front room. A startled Uncle Mike stepped into the room just in time to see Meredith's glowing ass disappear around the corner.



The Trunk Ch. 03



Mike didn't need to be a genius to know that the girls had found the trunk. Stopping in the doorway to consider a few glaring facts, Mike looked around the room. The chair was out of place, the scent of sex was in the air, and a paddle rested innocently on the couch. Combining this information with the brief view of Meredith's shapely but reddened ass, Mike was forced to think quickly. Obviously the girls had found the treasure trove of sex toys that he and his wife enjoyed. He didn't mind this fact as much as the awkward position that he was now in. What to do now? The pressure in his jeans told him that he was physically aware of the two nubile and potentially kinky women just down the hall from him, but a little voice inside his head reminded him that one of those women was his niece. His wife's sister's daughter, to be precise. While he hadn't seen her, he had seen her best friend, and bottoms didn't usually turn that color by themselves. It took all of his will, but Mike slowly backed out of the house and closed the door. 

Mike had arrived home a few days early. As he drove into town for this unnecessary errand, Mike wondered what the girls were doing now. Certainly he had surprised them, but he did not want to create an even more disastrous situation by confronting them immediately, caught red handed as they were. During the twenty minutes that it took for Mike to visit the corner store, he continued to dwell on the prospects back at his home. Finally, he knew what he must do. "Peg?" he said into the phone, as he reached his wife who was still vacationing.

"Yes, dear. How was the trip back? I'm so sorry that you had to leave early for that business meeting."

"Well, the trip was uneventful," Mike replied. "Luckily the plane was pretty empty, so I was able to sleep most of the way back."

"That's great. You can be well rested for your presentation."

"I'm not so sure about that, honey. The girls found it."

The silence on the phone only lasted a few seconds, but Mike could feel the tension building as though a spring was being stretched. "And?" was the only word that came.

"Well, I left before confronting them, but from the looks of it, Susan had just given Meredith one hell of a spanking. I caught a peek of her running down the hall just as I walked in. And one of the paddles was out. I thought I would give them some time to regroup, so I just came up to the store for a little bit before speaking with them."

"That was smart. Well I wish I could be there with you right now, but you're a big boy. I'm sure you'll be able to handle whatever comes up." 

Hanging up, Mike took a deep breath and walked out of the store, preparing himself for whatever lay ahead.

It seemed to Mike that every stoplight was red on the road back to his house. Pulling into the driveway, he noted that both of the girls' cars were no longer there. Opening the door, the scent of potpourri nearly overwhelmed him as he stepped into the front room. The room had been tidied, the paddle conspicuously no longer on the couch. Mike wandered through the empty house, noting that everything now appeared precisely as when he had left weeks before. Curiosity overwhelming him, he went to the bedroom closet and opened the trunk. All of the various devices and implements seemed in order, but a note had been carefully taped to the lid inside.

'Uncle Mike,

We hope that we haven't offended you by invading your privacy.' 

That was all that it said. Offended? Mike was certainly a lot of things, but offended was not one of them. Enticed? Amused? Excited? Nervous? Not offended. Trying to push all of these thoughts from his mind, Mike set to the task that he had intended to begin an hour before. Preparing for the big meeting at work was especially difficult, considering the new thoughts bouncing around his mind, but after several hours, he felt ready to take on the world the next day. 

Relaxing in front of the television, Mike thought he had finally gotten the girls out of his mind when the front door opened. The two girls walked in and demurely sat on the couch without saying a word. Mike wordlessly continued to watch the television, waiting for a commercial before he spoke. "Did you two enjoy the house?" He felt that it was an innocent enough question.

Taking the lead, Susan replied "Oh yes, very much so. We just hope that..." her words trailed off.

Sensing her hesitation, Mike finished with "We weren't offended," then turned his attention back to the television.

"W-we? You told Aunt Peg?" The color drained from both girl's faces. Peg had always been friendly and warm, and the thought of disappointing her was awful.

"Of course I told her. I don't keep secrets from her, and I felt that this would have been a pretty big secret. Are you planning on keeping any secrets from me?"

Watching the girls squirm during this humiliating conversation, Mike was beginning to relax and enjoy his position a bit more. It was Meredith who replied, "No, we don't want to keep any secrets from you. We were just worried that you would be upset with us."

"Well 'upset' isn't exactly the right word. The question now, is 'what now?'"

"We both feel like we've opened a new door," Susan answered for Meredith. "We took a peek inside and want to see more. We've talked about it, and are hoping that you are willing to help us."

Considering for a moment, Mike carefully spoke, "then perhaps you should close the drapes and we can get more comfortable." 

Smiling, Susan stood and crossed the room. Feeling that she was about to take a leap into the unknown, Susan pulled the cord closing the view to the outside world. She glanced at Mike sitting comfortably in the chair, and knew that it would be up to her to break the ice. Gazing cooly at Meredith, she said one word. "Strip."

A shiver went through Meredith when she heard the word. These recent experiences had shown her that she needed to please her friend, but this was a new boundary. A scarce two weeks ago, she would have never considered such a humiliating show, but Meredith now stood up as if in a trance. Staring straight ahead, she pulled her sweater over her head, exposing her bountiful breasts to a very interested Mike. Quickly after, the bra, slacks and panties followed the sweater into a pile on the floor. It wasn't much of a strip tease. More akin to the way one undresses for a doctor's visit, the end result was nevertheless the same. Blushing furioiusly, Meredith turned to present herself to Mike's inspection. 

Mike stood and drank Meredith's appearance in. Athletic and toned, her youthful body was flush with excitement. Some part of her was obviously very much enjoying this display, as her hard nipples betrayed her arousal. Mike had always secretly fantasized about seeing Meredith this way, and was surprised to find that her breasts were even larger than he had previously thought. She had obviously done an excellent job of shyly concealing her charms in the past. Walking behind her, Mike noted that despite the reddened condition that he had seen it in that morning, Meredith's ass had not bruised. 

While watching Mike's inspection of Meredith, Susan took a deep breath and undressed herself as well. Her slightly smaller breasts stood at attention as soon as the cool air hit them. "You should introduce yourself a little better than that, Meredith" Susan spoke.

Looking briefly at her friend, Meredith dropped to her knees in front of Mike and began to unzip his jeans. As soon as the zipper had moved, Meredith gasped as Mike's cock sprang free. While she had seen larger ones in pornos, she had never personally been in the presence of such a piece of meat. She guessed that Mike was packing at least eight or nine inches, thick and beautiful. Taking a moment to notice Susan's equally startled face, Meredith turned her attention back to the cock that was now in her face. She opened her mouth and poked her tongue out to tease the bulbous end. 

Squirming out of his clothes, Mike allowed Meredith to continue her exploration of his member. He now looked over at Susan, seeing her for the first time in the nude. Still harboring reservations about the familial ties, Mike's attention was quickly diverted back to Meredith and her wonderful mouth. Although she had obviously never handled a cock like his, Meredith's enthusiasm to her task was having a pleasant effect on Mike. "I think that was a nice introduction, my little cocksucker," Mike sneered as he pulled away from Meredith. Turning to Susan, "should we make her uncomfortable?" Mike turned and gestured for the women to follow him to the bedroom, and the trunk. 

Pulling a few items out, Mike motioned to Meredith and held the hood that she had just discovered so recently. Susan smiled and took the hood. "This one we know all about," she cooed as she helped Meredith into it. 

Satisfied that she couldn't see, Mike then held out what looked to be a leather sleeve. "Pull her arms behind her," he instructed as he moved around the room. Cooperating with Mike's instructions, Susan helped as the leather sleeve soon bound Meredith's arms tightly behind her, thrusting her bountiful bosom even further forward. 

"So pretty," Susan mumbled as she admired Meredith's exaggerated chest. Susan leaned forward and took a nipple into her mouth. Sucking and pulling back, Susan elicited a gasp from Meredith as she cracked into a smile, Meredith's sensitive nub caught between Susan's teeth. Biting a little harder, Susan pulled further away from Meredith's body, stretching the breast until she let it drop. Meredith gasped as Susan chuckled and repeated the performance on the other breast. 

Still digging in the trunk, Mike brought forth a few more items and said "let's take her downstairs."

Intrigued, Susan guided the somewhat helpless Meredith down the hall to the basement stairs. Carefully, she helped the blindfolded Susan navigate the stairs and into the open room where she found a large gym mat. Several chairs and benches were scattered throughout, although none looked particularly intriguing. Mike was in the exact middle, fiddling with something coming out of the ceiling. After a moment, he revealed what had been a carefully hidden rope and pulley system. Instinctively, Susan pushed Meredith forward until she was standing just below the contraption.

It only took a few more moments before Meredith was now bound helplessly in the center of the room. Her arms were still pinned behind her back, but Mike had now attached the rope from the ceiling and she was now held effectively in the same place. Her legs were spread apart with cuffs attached to her ankles. Ropes that spanned from her legs to the sides of the room now turned Meredith's sensitive lower half into a wide open canvas. Checking her bonds one final time, Mike gave Meredith's ass an appreciative slap before he concluded aloud that she wasn't going anywhere.

Still intrigued by the way the armbinders pushed her already ample breasts forward, Susan advanced on the now helpless Meredith. Well, thought Susan, these breasts that had always gained Merdith extra attention in the past were about to do the same thing again. She glanced around the room and now saw a smiling Mike.

"Perhaps you could place these in some interesting areas," he offered, giving Susan a handful of wooden clothespins. Understanding, Susan sidled up next to a lightly quivering Meredith and started to coo into her ear.

"Oh baby, you're so hot like this," her empty hand tracing circles around Meredith's quivering belly. "You've got me going already," was the next tease, as she slid her already damp pussy up and down Meredith's outstretched leg. "I want to make you feel good, baby, but first you have to do something for me," this last sentence was puncuated with a clothespin fastened firmly onto Meredith's left nipple. Meredith let a slight moan escape her lips as Susan once again continued her banter. "You see, honey, it makes me hot to see you quiver," a second clothespin went on the same breast, this time a few inches away from the nipple. "And these seem to be having just that effect!" Meredith shuddered as the third clothespin found her other nipple. "And we've got to show Uncle Mike here all that we've learned," as the fourth clothespin found a similar spot on the second breast. "You should see that beautiful cock of his now, Meredith... he's stroking it for you." This last statement was indeed fact, as Mike had sat in front of the two to watch the show. Susan continued her taunts, each time adding clothespins down her torso in a V shape until at the very last, she attached the bottom one directly on Meredith's clit.

Mike had an inspiration and stood to get a ball of yarn. Susan, meanwhile, continued to whisper delicious teases and taunts into Meredith's ear, all the while touching the painful little clamps and occasionally dipping a finger into Meredith's boiling pussy. Seeing Mike coming back to Meredith's front, Susan slid around to the back and began to gently nestle her nose between her friend's ass cheeks. 

Thoroughly enjoying himself, Mike began to thread the yarn through the circular springs on the clothespins, making a loop around each one. Between the sensations of each clothespin being individually manipulated, and Susan's delightful ministrations, Meredith began to feel her body truly start the arduous climb of that mountain of pleasure that she knew would come. Sensing that Mike had completed his work, Susan moved to the front to see the result.

Meredith was a quivering vision. Secure in her bondage with her breasts thrust forward, the clothespins that had formed a V-like constellation on her body were now joined by one string. After feeling someone reaching out and tugging on the string, Meredith's body jerked as she realized that all of the clothespins had moved at once. Her arms had begun to ache, but the playful tugs of the clamps biting into her flesh kept bringing her consciousness back most immediately to her clit and nipples. Her mouth dry, she began to beg, "oh my God, please. It's too much, I can't take this, please..." the words seemed to spill from her as both pairs of hands now were all over her body. Someone was massaging her shoulders. Someone was licking a nipple. Someone pulled the string. Someone drove a finger, or was it two, into her soaking pussy. Someone kissed her. Something vibrating touched her, alternating between being pushed into her gaping tunnel and touching the clothespins.

Having now had several minor shuddering orgasms that paved the way toward what she knew was going to be an enormous one, Meredith now felt the ropes that froze her in an upright position being removed. She felt the cursed sleeve that had captured her arms being loosened and discarded. She felt herself being placed onto her back on the mat. Unfortunately, she also still felt the clothespins carving themselves into her ravaged flesh. And then she felt it. She truly felt it. Her legs were pushed up and apart. The massive member of Uncle Mike had finally made contact with her boiling pussy. Giving out a gasp, she felt her skin stretch as the cock pushed its way into her. As excited as she was, he actually slid into her comparatively easily. Still pushing into her, it seemed to take forever before the entire thing was inside her, his pelvis pushing against the clamp that continued to squeeze her clit alarmingly. He allowed her a moment to adjust to this new invasion against her tattered body. Just as she began to get used to the size, he pulled back all the way out again, leaving her shockingly empty. 

"No!" she wailed as he backed out. "Please fuck me, please..." she begged and was rewarded by the feeling of his giant cock once again assaulting her. As he found her depth for the second time, Meredith now became aware of Susan's body settling down onto hers in a semi 69 position. Thankfully, Susan kept her weight on her hands and knees, as opposed to settling down and crushing the clothespins even more painfully into Meredith's quaking body. Susan did not touch Meredith with her mouth, instead delighting in the close view of Mike's cock ravaging her best friend. She did, however, back her own boiling pussy down into Meredith's face. Meredith immediately and instinctively began to lap at Susan's tender folds. The group continued this odd coupling for several more minutes, each quickly approaching their own individual climaxes. Susan began to twitch first, the look and the feel of her friend overwhelming her quickly. Closing her mind briefly to the bliss, she knew now what she needed to do to push her friend over the edge. 

Sitting up, her pussy still mashed against Meredith's face, Susan reached down and in each hand grabbed a bit of the string in the middle of each leg of the V. Looking at Mike and knowing that he also was close, Susan gave a short but sudden pull upward. Meredith's body locked suddenly tight in agony and she screamed into Susan's pussy as the middle two clothespins were ripped from her. Seeing this, Mike began to pound his cock even harder as Susan once again pulled. Four more clothespins quickly were pulled from her body, each time causing massive shudders and muted howls of agony. Finally only three remained. The three that stood on those sensitive focal points of Meredith's body. The three on each end of the V. One for each nipple, and one for the clit. 

Sensing the inevitable, all Meredith could do was sob "no, no, no.." as she continued to ravenously devour Susan's pussy. Susan sat back a little, enjoying once again the power she was having over her friend. She paused for a moment to admire the small red welts that were raising along Meredith's beautiful skin. Looking at Mike, she demanded "make sure you give it to me!" as she leaned down once again towards his pistoning cock. And then she pulled. All three clamps snapped off simultaneously, pushing Susan deliriously over the edge that she had so slowly approached. She stopped breathing as the orgasm coursed through her. The warmth all over her body was amplified by the pain that was emanating from the new absence of the clothespins. Her pussy immediately clamped like a vice onto Mike's relentless cock. Letting loose a yell, he pulled completely out of her and thrust forward into Susan's waiting mouth. It only took a second there before the cum erupted from him. Mimicking the ecstacy that Meredith had just experienced, Mike felt as though all of his insides were spewing forth from his body and into Susan's mouth. Forming a tight suction on his unit, Susan held her head completely still as he emptied the contents of his balls. 

Collapsing to the side, Mike watched as Susan gave him a mischevious half-smile and slid down Meredith's quivering body. In amazement, he watched Susan gently open Meredith's mouth and position her own mouth several inches directly above. And then the second birth of his cum began, as it slid out of her mouth and into Meredith's. Surprised at first but willing, Meredith began to take the load into her own mouth until Susan leaned down, sealing the cum with a very deep kiss. 

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Mike mumbled to nobody in particular, "Peg's going to love you two!"



The Trusty Tryst



It has been six years since my husband's death. I do not normally begin on such a morbid note, but I simply wanted to keep you from judging too harshly. My name is Aine. My mother named me after the Celtic goddess of brilliance, splendor and joy. In the Celtic mythology, Aine was a gorgeous fairy who mated with several humans to create a new race of men. I am petite – 5' and I weigh 101. I was fortunate enough to be born with red hair, which places me in a category which occupies less than 1% of the human race. I have round hips, a 24" waist, and ample breasts. My skin is alabaster, punctuated with thousands of rosy freckles. There are many myths surrounding redheads.

I married my soul mate, but he was taken before his time, much to my grief. He was perfection – especially in the arts of love. I was a virgin when we met, but he soon unlocked a passion I never knew existed. I have heard other women complain; their bodies jaded as their memories of sexual delights fade into the realm of routine and old age. I have listened to their laments concerning their over-arduous husbands and boyfriends. I never said a word, for I knew I was different. For me, sex was the greatest of adventures. 

It was over a year ago when my conversation with a dear friend turned to sex. My girl, Sophie, was very unhappy with her husband's advances. "It seems to me our marriage is perfection, save for the physical part. He leaves me alone most of the time, but he is a man. He wants sex. He wants love. I could care less anymore..." I had heard such complaints before, but I listened intently to this woman, for she was as trusted as a sister. I had known her since grade school. I also knew her husband very well. Jokingly, my friend said, "If I could just find a woman I trusted who could pleasure him then our marriage would be sublime. Not a prostitute – someone I knew..." 

Looking back, I sincerely know my dear friend had no such person in mind. She was airing her dissatisfaction. However, there was a long and quiet moment which followed her statement. She looked at me with surmising eyes. She searched for an answer. I watched her face as she put first one thought together, then another. She built up her courage. After all, she knew I would never condemn her. We loved one another too much for such hateful inconveniences. 

"Aine, would you even entertain the thought of pleasing my husband – whom you know I adore. I trust you, Aine. I mean, Andrew is gone, I know, but think about it. Trustworthy sex – you would be doing me an enormous favor! You're the only person I trust! I would be forever grateful – and no harsh feelings ever – if you would do this for me. Aine, please consider doing this for me. I will favor you in any way you desire..."

It took me three weeks to digest such an offer. I ran through the mental tryouts, exploring every avenue of trust, pleasure, difficulty... Sophie was earnest in her plea, and I made up my mind that my long overdue fantasies, combined with my longing for Andrew's touch, could possibly culminate into an occasional tryst with no ill effects. I had never been unfaithful before, and this wasn't adultery. I made up my mind to think of Andrew each and every time. Mixing the old with the new sounded very adventurous, indeed. 

The first time I allowed myself to be "loved" for a little while was when I fulfilled Sophie's wishes. Obviously, Sophie had a conversation with her husband about her idea, and yet his face showed shock and incredulity when he found me on the doorstep. Perhaps, that first time, he still couldn't believe it was true. I was in my turquoise shirtdress – the kind June Cleaver used to wear on television. This dress made my eyes a matching hue. Red hair styled in a Veronica Lake wave, blue dress, blue eyes, kitten pumps, and mascara. I was classic. 

Sophie's husband was Darren. He was a stolid man, having worked in the construction business for years. Married life with Sophie pleased Darren, and his belly showed it's appreciation for Sophie's meals by growing into a lovely bump over his belt. His hair was thinning at the top, and his hands were rough from years of manual work. It was that evening that I learned to look not at the body (for Andrew was an Adonis!) but instead I looked into the eyes, where I found fire and spark. Darren's eyes were ablaze with fear, excitement, anticipation and indecision. I was smitten. 

Sophie, Darren and I ate dinner together, as we had 50 times before. Sophie made lamb and a medley of fresh vegetables. There was wine and tea. We sated ourselves silly, enjoying friendship and laughter. After dinner, Darren excused himself to bathe. Sophie looked at me and winked. I winked back. "All yours," she said with a giggle. She was enjoying this.

Twenty minutes later, Darren was in his room, wearing a towel around his waist. Having nothing to go by, I slipped into his room and quietly shut the door. When the latch clicked, he turned half way and froze. I walked around the bed, standing in front of him. He opened his mouth, but I quickly pressed my finger to my lips. "Shh" I whispered. I patiently untied the bow at my waist, allowing it to unravel. I reached around and unzipped the back of my dress. With a fluid motion, I rolled my left shoulder and felt my dress slither to the bedroom floor. For several moments, I stood posed for him, wearing only my black strapless lace bra, my black lace boy-cut panties and my kitten pumps. His eyes explored every square inch of my body. He stared at me panties, my hips, my flat belly, my cleavage, my wrists, my legs. Darren tilted his head to the right, and so I turned to the side, where he could see me in profile. He took a long look at my round backside, which was toned and filled in the void where my ample hips took shape. I saw the left corner of his mouth draw up into a private smile. 

I was really awaiting some cue from Darren, but after a few minutes it was obvious he was dumbfounded. I walked to him, and placed myself between his legs as he sat in the edge of his bed. With caution, I knelt down, never once breaking eye contact. It was like Darren was under a spell of some kind, and his eyes followed mine. On my knees, I took his big, weathered hands into mine and drew them behind my back. I mimed for his hands to unfasten my bra, and for a second I didn't think he was capable. Suddenly, with nimble accuracy, his hands sprang to life and gently unclasped my brassiere. The black lace fell away to reveal my alabaster breasts. Without looking I felt my nipples harden to the size of gumdrops. Darren tore his eyes away from mine and feasted on the visual contrast between my white skin and pink areolas. He looked at me, almost begging, and I took his hand into mine. Moving his arm, I cupped his hot palm over my right breast. At this touch, a surge of adrenaline permeated my body. My nipples ached. My panties were soaked as my body recounted the ways of desire. I bit my bottom lip and closed my eyes. Darren's other hand copied the first, and without need of any cue, he practiced a tender touch as he rubbed, circled and massaged my breasts. His thumb and forefingers sought my nipples, and finding them, he rolled their textures between his fingers, making me blind with longing. All nervous tension and worry over our encounter dissolved as my body became focused on one thing: sex.

As Darren continued to rub my breasts, I remembered my own hands and realized they had traveled up his muscled legs and beneath his towel. Curving my hands to fit the shape of his thighs, I allowed them to follow his form until they met in the middle. Without seeing him, I felt his hardened cock as my fingers brushed past. Without thinking, my right hand encircled it, and I squeezed him for good measure. His shaft throbbed and swelled yet again. My fingers did not touch, for his girth was too vast. I opened my eyes and stared at the terry towel. My left hand pulled gently at the fold, aiming to release his covering. I succeeded, and I was greeted with a vision of glorious proportions. The head was incredible. My mouth watered. I licked my lips. Darren moaned. I looked up at his face, seeking his eyes. They were glassy and distant, under a spell. With a hoarse whisper I asked, "What do you wish?"

Darren slid his hands down to my waist and lifted me up from the floor. He stood and turned, with me in his hands, and set me on the bed. Darren knelt down and caressed my thighs. He nudged my legs apart. I looked down between my legs to see his swollen dick glistening as it waited for a turn. After that vision, the top of Darren's head came into view as he pushed his face into my heated pussy and ate as though starving. His tongue was so hot, and it circled my clit over and over, speeding up and slowing down, stopping, plunging into my folds, then flicking my taut pink button with a feverish pitch. I was so wet, I felt myself soaking the sheet beneath me. Finally, I could sit up no longer. I fell backward onto the bed, and Darren hooked his arms around my thighs. His tongue entered my pussy and worked my body into overdrive. I wiggled with intense pleasure. I was moaning uncontrollably. Out his tongue came, and he used two fingers to spread my lips apart. With a touch as light as air, his tongue grazed gently over my swollen clit, electrifying every nerve possible. I began panting heavily, with quick, jaunty breaths. I prayed he wouldn't stop. Darren knew – he knew I was cumming. He tortured me with a lick so light, so soft, circling and caressing my clit until I felt my womb draw itself into a familiar knot. Circle, circle, circle... his hot breath baptizing my pussy. Coiling into knot upon knot, the spring broke lose as I came with a force so incredible, it was almost painful. I bucked, lifting my hips off the mattress. I shuddered over and over, my spasms coming in wave after wave. Darren held tight, plunging his tongue in and out of my hole. He drank every drop as I came in his mouth. Over and over I spasmed, shuddered, came – hot wetness dousing his chin. My entire body was tingling. My feet were numb. Unable to take anymore, I pushed his arms away. Even after his touch was removed, I continued to have orgasm after orgasm. 

I never forgot why I was there, so I raised my head and winked at Darren. He grinned and immediately placed himself on top of me. I looked down, between our bodies, and saw his giant member bobbing in recognition. I threw my head back, closed my eyes and opened my legs. Darren's left arm slid under my waist, and he lifted me up off the mattress a few inches. I felt the head of his cock kiss my pussy. It was wet and slippery, and it rubbed up and down for a few seconds, seeking its goal. I motioned my hips down and met his cock with the wet center of my quivering pussy. He slowly pushed forward, and my velvety pink pussy lips welcomed him with a very wet kiss indeed. I felt every inch of that magnificent staff as it slowly moved inside me. At first, it took a few seconds of pressure, for Darren was well endowed and I was tight. I feared he wouldn't make it, but I coaxed him with whispers of encouragement. "Ohhh, harder, yes...push...that's it. Don't be afraid...Make me feel you...All of you..." 

The more I talked, the harder he became, so I continued. "Darren, I want your cock inside this hot pussy this instant. I want to feel you cum inside me like you've never done before. Give me that huge dick, Darren. I love your dick, Darren. Make it cum, make me cum all over you..." With a jolt and one last push, Darren's cock was all the way in. He was enormous. His erection filled my pussy and the ribbed texture of that incredible head made me come all over him before he even got started. He laughed a quiet laugh as I felt my own pussy contracting around his steely rod, milking it as I came. Then, with a precise motion, Darren began moving inside me; in and out, in and out... Drawing the head to the entrance of my pussy, but never fully exiting. Thrust in, slide out. The pleasure was insane. I raised my hips, placing my feet on the edge of the bed. Darren's knees were on the edge of the bed, supporting him. As I arched my back, the head of his dick repeatedly rubbed my G-spot while his pubic hair tickled my clit. The sensation was more than I could stand and after four strokes – four – I came for the sixth or seventh time. Darren grunted, and I knew my latest orgasm had pushed him to his limit. His thrusts increased with speed, his breathing was heavy. I whispered, "Cum inside me...cum for me! I wanna feel that huge cock fill me up!" His cock was like wrought iron and it stretched me as it moved. Darren moaned, gasped and then his entire body went rigid as he came hard. My pussy felt jets of hot cum, torrent after torrent, filling me up. It was incredible. His cock throbbed and pulsed, emptying itself of all those months of pent up frustrations and longing. It was, quite frankly, delicious. 

We lay there for a long time, together, without saying a word. With his member still inside me, we lay next to one another. I felt the slow, lazy dribble of our fluids as they flowed from me to the bed sheets. I felt him grow softer and smaller with each passing minute. I was in a daze, still euphoric after such an encounter. I was satisfied. I felt good. I felt useful. I felt like I did each night after making love with Andrew. I felt dreamy. I must have dozed for a short time because Darren's light snoring awoke me. Carefully, I rolled away from him, covering him with a comforter. I found a towel in the master bathroom and cleaned myself. I could barely touch myself – I was raw from stimulation. Once clean, I dressed and left the bedroom. I found Sophie in the living room, watching a movie and reading a murder mystery. She looked up at me smiling. "Have fun?" she chirped.

I felt like teen on a first date and blushed. Sophie howled with laughter. "Aine! How can I thank you! And Darren will be in the best mood tomorrow!! I may even talk him into buying me a new stove! How can I ever repay you dear?!" 

I giggled myself and blurted out, "Take me with you on your trip to Greece next year, please! I'll pay my own way!"

"No need, dear. I'd be happy to take you! Perhaps Darren wouldn't mind, either..." At this Sophie winked. 

And thus began my adventure as the Trusty Tryst!



The Trusty Tryst - Pussy At Sea



My name is Aine, and if you haven't met me before now, allow me to introduce myself. A very young widow, I am a petite redhead with a few curves. It was not long ago when a friend asked me to do her a "favor". I did that favor, and I have been doing "favors" ever since! This journal entry recounts a follow-up trip with my dear friends Sophie and Darren. They took me to Greece!

Long story short, Sophie and Darren made good on their promise to take me with them on vacation this spring. I had never been to Greece before, so I was thrilled by the anticipation. I did secretly wonder if Sophie would ask me to grant her any more favors while we were globetrotting...I almost hoped she would after my encounter with her husband! What are trips for, if not to make memories?!

By day four Darren arranged for us to rent a yacht so we could tour the islands at our leisure. Our triad up to this point was friendly and joyful -- savoring much sightseeing and shopping. Nights were filled with fine dining, some dancing and lots of laughter. I did note this morning, however, that Darren mentioned how close our living quarters would be aboard the yacht.

"Isn't she beautiful?" Darren said as he helped Sophie and I carry our luggage onto the yacht. "I've already been downstairs -- wait'll you see the bedroom. Think there'll be room enough for all of us?" At this he caught my eye and winked.

I was completely smitten with the sea. Azure blue coastal waters, magnificent scenery and a sense of history made the first day on the yacht perfect. I suffered no seasickness, which pleased me greatly. My dreams of traveling the world now had a starting point. It was our first evening aboard the yacht -- which was day four of our trip -- that proved most interesting. After a delicious dinner of fresh seafood and a few bottles of wine, we were all giggling and flirting. Sophie kept leaning on me and wrapping her arms around me.

"Darren, love," Sophie said in her girlish tipsy slur, "This girl is my fave, you hear me? Aine -- I love you. You are the best friend a girl could have..." I always hugged her back, enjoying the feel of her soft cashmere cardigan in the cool night air. She smelled like Chanel and wine and friendship. 

Darren interrupted our hug, cutting in so he could put his arms around me! "I think you mean woman, Soph. Best friend a woman could have, right Aine?" I felt myself blush. Too much wine always made me blush. 

Darren and Sophie and I talked and laughed on deck for two hours. The stars were brilliant and the salty breeze was cooler than I expected. I sat with my knees tucked in my arms. Sophie fell asleep on one of the benches. She was nestled in a pile of pillows and she looked angelic as she slept. After a few moments of quiet, Darren reached over and caressed my cheek. He whispered softly to me.

"Aine love, take my hand..." I accepted his extended hand. I love men's hands -- it is a weakness of mine. Darren's were large and rough, yet warm and strong. He lifted me into a standing position and I held on as he led me down into the main bedroom. I knew what he wanted and I was more than ready to make it happen. In fact, I was wet the second he took my hand. 

The main bedroom was a cozy, intimate collage of teakwood and brass and clean white linens. I felt like I was in a James Bond movie. Darren turned to face me and held his finger to his lips. "Shhhhhhh." He grinned. He was also a bit tipsy!

I watched as Darren removed his pants, then his socks, then his underwear. This was comical since he had to, at one point, stand on one leg like a stork to remove his pants. The boat's gentle motion caused him to wobble more than once as he undressed. I giggled a lot. With his white polo shirt still on, I looked down and saw his erection bobbing in excitement. My mouth watered. I sat on the edge of the bed. Darren removed his shirt and gestured to me. "Next." he said.

Still sitting, I shimmied my bottom until my sundress was no longer held captive beneath my derriere. Looking Darren in the eye, I slowly removed my dress, pulling it over my head with one fluid motion. I reached back and unfastened my strapless bra, tossing it on the shiny wooden floor. All that was left was my pink thong. Looking up at him with my best big innocent eyes, I said,

"You'll have to figure out how to get these off....I can't seem to manage it." Darren didn't hesitate. He knelt down before me and pushed his hands beneath me, cupping my ass. He lifted me and I was standing with his face pressed against my crotch. Darren took my thong in his teeth and began pulling them down, one side at a time, until the pink cotton thongs were wrapped around my thighs. With his hands on my hips, he pushed me onto the bed and then kissed my stomach until I fell back onto the mattress. There I was, lying on the bed, knees bent and a thong holding my thighs captive. 

Darren ducked between my knees and came up between my thighs, with my thong acting like a sling at his back. His hands still on my hips, he got down to business. With the first thrust of his tongue I gasped out loud. I hadn't had sex since I met Hugh at his office six weeks before, so my pussy was extremely sensitive. Darren's tongue pushed into my wet pussy, probing every nook. He then ran his tongue up my slit, finishing the trip with a magnificent lick over my throbbing clit. I was breathing heavily and I started to shake. I knew I would cum before we even got to his turn. 

Darren licked me like a lollipop, his hands squeezing my thighs and my ass. With each pass over my swollen clit, I was closer and closer to a screaming orgasm. The tension in my abdomen was ridiculous! I wanted his cock in my mouth. I wanted his cock in my hand. Hell, I wanted his cock IN ME! Lick, push, squeeze. Lick, lick, lick....I was getting ready to cum. By now my eyes were closed and I could only see fireworks. I was delirious with pleasure. I couldn't remember my own name. Darren knew I was ready to explode so he slowed his pace. A slow lick, then a gentle swirl around the base of my clit. This was agonizing. I broke.

Darren! Please!! Please put your cock in! PLEASE!" I sounded like I had run a marathon.

"Please or what?" Darren mumbled...his tongue on my clit. 

"Please or I'll cum on your face! Is that what you want? Oh GOD! Too... late!"

Lick.

"Darr - - "

Lick. 

He performed another slow swirl around the base of my clit while humming a low vibrating moan, deliberately pushing my senses into cum overdrive. My eyes closed, his tongue in my pussy, and the sensation of someone's hot mouth sucking my left nipple...was I hallucinating? It was too late.

"Oh God! I'm...I'm....Ahhhhhhh!! OH Darr YESohoh!" 

"Cumming?" Darren finished. My hips bucked while my legs shook from pure pleasure. My orgasm shot through my body, radiating from my wet pussy lips to the top of my head and the bottoms of my feet. I shouted. I came all over Darren's face and he licked my cum as I writhed in his arms. I finally had to push his head away using both hands! When I opened my eyes, I saw Sophie. I was shocked. She was naked on the end of the bed and she was fingering herself. It was obvious she had just had an orgasm of her very own.

"Sophie?" I said with wonder.

After my triumphant orgasm at the mercy of Darren's mouth, he and Sophie fucked like wild animals as I watched in admiration. I had no idea Sophie got her groove back -- but I was thrilled to see their naked bodies writhing and pushing -- there is nothing in the world like watching live sex right in front of you. 

After Darren's escapade with my pussy, it didn't take he nor Soph long before they came in unison -- Darren grunting and Sophie letting out a high pitched scream as Darren's cock filled her gorgeous pink pussy. It was a huge turn on. Watching his erection pound her into submission was something I hoped to see again and again.

An hour later I came out of my room, my silk robe wrapped around my body. Darren was passed out on the bed. Sophie was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a thin and sexy gown.

Sophie sat on the edge of the bed, her silk gown a pearly gray against the burgundy comforter. She was lithe and elegant, her furrowed brow the only misdemeanor on her face. Soph was 13 years my senior, but she never looked her age. She took my hand into both of hers. 

"Aine, I am sorry....I got carried away with the moment..." She was soft in tone. I placed my left hand on top of our other three.

"No -- No apologies. It was thrilling. Don't ever be sorry for living in the moment! I do not accept your apology. I am more sorry that I was caught off guard -- you gave me butterflies you know. I've never had a woman suck my tits before!" I grinned. She looked surprised. She squeezed my hand and continued. 

"I saw the two of you there -- thinking I would peek in like a kid spying on their parents through the keyhole -- and the scene took my breath. When I saw his face buried in-between your legs, and the look on your face -- I almost came in my panties! It was like something took over my body -- I could not stop myself. You and he -- like one -- sweating and breathing and I had to be a part of it. Aine -- I knelt down beside you both and your tits were right there -- amazing. I couldn't stop staring at them...." She paused long enough to swallow.

"Have you," I asked carefully; "Have you ever been with a woman before?" I was dying of curiosity . I needed to know. Was it me? Was it a fantasy? She looked me right in the eye and after minutes of deciding whether or not to speak, she spoke.

"I was a sophmore -- God that was YEARS ago! How stupid. I had this... encounter, shall we say?" She shifted in her seat, giggled in the back of her throat and stared out the window. I looked over to see the sunrise tossing orange glitter upon the water. It was gorgeous. I felt her sigh. She spoke in a dreamy slur.

"This girl -- she was beautiful. I had always thought so, but she had no problems keeping a boyfriend. I had never thought of her THAT way -- you know -- sexually. A woman can look at another woman and appreciate her beauty. Anyway -- long story short -- she and I ended up in a situation after school one day. We were both in the locker room -- just us -- and I had to shower before leaving school. I had a date that night, and I knew I wouldn't have time to clean up when I got home. I had just finished practicing for a track meet. I stripped, jumped in the shower stall and turned on the water. I remember pushing my face into the shower stream -- which I still love to do..."

I nodded in agreement. I love that feeling, the water washing over my face, washing away the day's dirt. I watched her talk.

"I was there, with my eyes closed, empty thoughts, and I felt two hands very gently run down the length of my hair -- as if they were preparing to braid it or brush it. Of course, I was nude and in the shower and my hair was wet. I turned around slowly and opened my eyes. It was HER. She was staring at me, trembling. I had no idea what was going on -- I was speechless!"

Sophie continued; "She was naked -- totally naked and my eyes wandered down to her breasts. God, they were gorgeous. Her areolas were a dark mauve and the size of silver dollars. Her nipples were hard -- water dripping off of them. I couldn't hear anything for the water and then -- just like that -- she kissed me on the mouth. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled herself close and kissed me like I had never been kissed before." 

She stopped talking, but I could see was continuing the movie in her thoughts. I realized how horny I was -- imagining these two pretty girls together in the shower, nude, breasts rubbing against one another as they French kissed. I was smitten with the idea and wished now that Sophie had continued her participation earlier tonight. She simply stared out of the window, reliving the moment. 

My eyes wandered down the sleeve of her silk gown until I saw her nipples, erect and pointing the way through their veil. Sophie turned slowly from the window, as if in a daze, and with her mouth slightly parted I could stand it no more. I moved forward and placed my lips onto hers, my tongue taking advantage of her shock. Her lips were thin and soft and my tongue found its way into her magenta moans. Three strokes and my tongue slid to a halt, resting lightly on her molars, waiting for a response. 

Two heartbeats and then she agreed. Her tongue slid slowly against mine, reciprocating my touch. My abdomen tightened as adrenaline flooded my veins. She pushed deeper inside my mouth, penetrating my thoughts. What was this uncontrollable feeling? How addictive was this heat of trying something new, something forbidden, and something so intense? 

And then, just like that, I came. Without warning, my pelvis tingled and I came so hard I bent forward, pushing into her shoulder. My spasms were so strong they caused me to involuntarily break our kiss. I was sobbing in ragged breaths. I marveled at my ability to cum so hard without ever being touched! 

Trying to gather myself I moaned an apology. I looked up and couldn't tear my eyes away from Sophie. Her face was masked in what could only be described as lust. She watched me -- it was obvious she knew I'd just had the most incredible orgasm. I was still panting as I grabbed her hand and whispered, "Show me."

Without hesitation she took my arm and pulled me up. I followed her to the shower where we wordlessly stripped. Bare and shaking, Soph stepped into the shower first and turned the knobs. Soon the stall was steaming and I watched as she pushed her face into the shower stream. 

As if on cue, I stepped in behind her and ran my hands down the length of her hair. Slowly, she turned and her eyes wandered to my nipples. Water dripped off of them. I folded my arms around her neck and placed my mouth on hers. I kissed her like she'd never been kissed, and she returned the favor. 

I let her take the lead. What was I doing? I had never been with a woman before. I let my instincts dictate. Sophie pushed her tongue deep inside my mouth. I heard nothing except the sound of water and my heart beating in my ears. Taking my right hand into hers, she cupped it around her left breast. I let the left hand follow and soon I was kneading her magnificent tits, enjoying how firm they were.

I knew now why men adore our tits. I wanted to stare at them, play with them for hours. I wanted to lick them, suckle them and caress them some more. My thumbs found her nipples and I toyed with them, swirling them in a circular motion. I flicked the water from their peaks, then pinched them between thumb and finger. 

I bent over, water running down my back, and savored the first nipple I had ever tasted. As it entered my mouth, I touched the tip with my tongue. She moaned. Her hands playing with my hair while my hands cupped and squeezed her amazing tits. I drank them in as if I were thirsting to death -- I couldn't get enough. Licking, sucking, grazing my teeth over her tiny pink erections. I thought of how much I loved having my own tits fondled and I used my experience to bring her pleasure.

Sophie's hand lifted my chin. I saw her mouth come towards me, kissing me hard. I was against the shower stall wall, her hands on my chest. Once again taking my hand in hers, she moved our hands down to her pussy. It was time to get creative. For a second I watched her cup my tits and begin licking my nipples. I was hypnotized by her tongue lapping the water off my little pink erections. I was so horny. I was in agony. 

I remembered my hand and concentrated on the task of fingering Sophie's wet pussy. My goal was to make her cum hard. Palm flat against her mound, I rubbed downward, caressing her lips. They were slick and soft -- and completely hairless. My middle finger found its way into her cleft and went deeper with each consecutive pass. I could feel her clit growing and each push allowed my middle finger to delve deeper inside her female sanctuary. God how good her pussy felt in my hand!

Sophie was moaning and grinding her pelvis with the rhythm of my hand. Both of us soaking wet, she abandoned my tits and knelt before me. With both hands she spread my pussy lips apart, exposing my erect clit. Moving her head to the side, she watched as a stream of water from the shower head danced over my quivering clit! I was overwhelmed by the sensation and my breath caught in my throat.

"Not yet!" Sophie demanded. She quickly stood up and faced me. My back against the shower wall, she pressed her body up against mine. Hot, wet and slick, our tits rubbed one another and Sophie put her hands on my ass. I put my hands on her ass and what happened next blew my mind. Sophie spread her legs, opening her pussy, and began grinding her clit into mine. 

Our wet mounds pressed together to form a slippery friction. First, Sophie rotated her hips in a circular motion, causing our clits to kiss one another in a game of chase. I spread my legs shoulder width apart to accommodate my throbbing pussy. Our juices mingled like honey and I felt every grinding pass as we rubbed our lips, hips and clits together in harmony. 

The sensation was more than I could take. I felt myself building to a crescendo of pleasure when Sophie changed the game. Now she rubbed our pussies together in an up and down motion! Our pussy lips enveloped one another and with each pass, our clits were on fire! Grind, slip, a sexy suction sensation and a jolt of electricity. Faster, faster until my clit felt like it would explode!

Grabbing her ass, I moaned her name, then I threw back my head and shouted, "OhhhSophie!! YES! YES! I'm CUMMING!"

Sophie was breathing heavily as she panted in my ear, "I love fucking your hot pussy -- I love making you cum all over my pussy...Let's cum together best friends cum...YES...YESSSSS CUM FOR ME!!!! GOD YES AINEPUSSYCUM!!!"

Our dripping wet snatches locked in a frenzy of friction, Sophie came harder than I ever knew possible! She screamed and so did I! I felt her clit -- hard like a tiny pebble -- shudder against mine and I followed suit. The pleasure of our orgasms almost blew us apart! 

We held on to one another like shipwrecked survivors as our bodies throbbed, shook and bucked. My fingers dug into her shoulders while Sophie left white fingertips on my ass. The water was cool now -- which felt amazing against the sweat and heat of our skin. After a few minutes, our breathing slowed. 

Sophie wrapped me in a wet hug and laughed! "Oh my god Aine! Oh god...and to think Darren missed THIS!!"

I laughed like a school girl. "Well," I said, "We'll just have to show him again later!"



The Truth



The Reason this story is called the truth, is because it is. This is the truth of how one man, and his wife found happiness, and sexual fulfillment in the confines of an open marriage. The idea was simple, Linda could have as many sexual partners and she desired under two conditions. First Mike had to be present for each and every encounter, and secondly each sexual partner had to use protection at all times. At first the plan work very well, but after about a year and a half things began to change. At first the change was relatively easy to swallow, it was simply that Linda limited herself to three sexual partners, and only three. Mind you this was after a year and half of sleeping with every man she came in contact with.

Another thing that bothered Mike was the fact the three men Linda chose to sleep with exclusively, other than himself were all black man. Now the fact they were black didn't bothered Mike. Nor did it bothered him that each of them possessed a penis at least two times the size and his own average six inch penis. What Mike, did find disturbing was the fact that Linda was sleeping with all three of these men at the same time without him, and none of them were made to wear protection. In Mike's mind this was a clear violation of the open marriage agreement that he, and Linda had discussed a year earlier. At first, Linda would sleep with the men individually in Mike's presents, and all of them always wore protection. But One Saturday Afternoon at All Changed!

Mike had been working 16 hour days going on three months now, so needless to say Linda had ample time and opportunity to indulge herself, and her three new lovers in any way they saw fit. And indulge them she did.

Mike had been going to work early that morning expecting to work 16 hours, when his boss came to him only half into his shift and told him. "Mike we have plenty of help, and if you'd like, you can clock out early today, and take tomorrow off as well."

Mike was overjoyed at the idea of having almost two full days away from the shop. All he colud think about was getting home to his lovely little oversexed wife, and watching her with one of her lovers. The drive home was uneventful, that is until he reaches his driveway, and noticed three vehicles parked in his drive. Mike park is car on the street, locked it, and headed for the front door. Assuming Linda had company, and not giving the three cars in the driveway a second thought, that is until he reached the front door and found it locked.

This is something Linda never did. In all the years thay had been married he had never know her to lock the door after he'd gone to work. There was simply no reason for it in the community in which they live. Everyone watched out for one another, and the crime rate was almost zero. When he reached the door, and found it locked his heart jumped into his throat!

Why was the door locked?

Fumbling for his keys, he unlocked the door stepped into the foyer, and close the door behind him.

Not making a sound he stood in the foyer, and listened. From the back of the house he heard muffled cries, and incomprehensible words. His heart raced even faster! Slowly Mike proceeded down the hallway to the master bedroom of his $80,000 home situated in the middle of an ideal neighborhood. Reaching the bedroom door, trembling, as he could hear from inside men's voices ordering his wife to do things,nasty things.

He clearly heard one of the voices say. "Shut your mouth Bitch or junior will shut it for you!" No sooner had the words left the supposed intruder's mouth, when Mike heard two more voices laughing. Uneasy to the point of almost being terrified, and unsure of what to do next. Mike did the only thing he could. Grabing the doorknob, flung the door opened bursting inside and screening. " What the Fuck is going on here?" No sooner had the words fallen from Mike's mouth when he saw his wife sprawled on the bed completely nude, and covered in sweat. Immediately Mike recognize the three men.

Hey Mikey, Billy said your home early. James and Bob laughed as they saw the realization of what was happening in Mike eyes. Hey Linda little Dick Mikey is home, maybe he wants to watch?

Now Linda realizing that the cat had been let out of the bag, tried to push Bill off of her in the hope, she could explain to her husband why she was breaking their agreement. Mike simply turned, and walk from the room.

He went to the bar grabed a 12-year-old bottle of Scotch whiskey, and poured himself a drink. The bottle, and ice bucket in one hand, and his full glass of Scotch in the other, he fell as if unconscious onto the sofa. Remaining almost motionless, he sat, and listened as his wife tried to persuade her lovers to let her go, so that she could smooth his ruffled feathers. Needless to say the three Horny black studs, were having none of that. Other than lifting the glass of Scotch to his lips, and pouring it full again and again Mike remained motionless on the sofa. Still seated, his mind going back to what bill had said When he burst into the room. "Hey Linda Little Dick Mikey Is Home, Maybe He Wants to Watch!" It was like a continual audio loop, playing again and again in his mind as he sat on the sofa listening to his wife be repeatedly satisfied by these three enormously cocked black man.

Finally, gathering his courage he dislodged himself from the seat, and headed back to the bedroom. Apparently to do just as Billy had said, to watch. Bottle scotch in one hand, half empty glass in the other, Mike seated himself on the chair directly inside the door of his bedroom which afforded him an excellent view of his wife and her three hard cock's. That where fucking her, as he had never seen her fucked before. 

Mike had to admit to himself, that his wife was at her sexiest when she was being a slut for long hard, thick black cock!

Mike admire the way the three young black man made love to his wife. Her orgasms almost seemed continuous with Bills enormous black cock stuffed into her pussy all the way to his balls, as Bob straddle her head and shoved his hard cock into her mouth repeatedly. James was filling Linda's tight white ass hole with his black monster. None of them, not even Linda paid Mike any notice or even Aknowledge that he was there. They simply continued their extremely nasty display for what seemed like an eternity in Mike's mind.

Finally Bob erupted! Spewing his white orgasmic juices down Linda's gullet. She sucked, slobbered ,and swallowed trying desperately not to lose any of the precious white liquid. Which was useless due to the massive amount of seed Bob was spewing into her mouth. Huge white copious jets of African-American elixir spewed from her mouth and she desperately trying to swallow every drop. Raising her right hand to her face she wiped the thick white globs from her cheeks and tongued them into her mouth. Just as a massive orgasm began to rock her body again, James began spewing his load deep into my wife's Colon. He wrapped a huge black hand around each of her hips pulling her desperately, and viciously back onto his enormous black cock. The deep earth shattering orgasm must have sent Bill over the edges as well. Because now he's pumping up into her as hard, and as fast as he can filling her pussy repeatedly with more slippery white stuff!

There fun was finally over, and the three-man fell out on all sides of the bed rubbing and petting every inch of Linda's sexy white body! Linda Lay exhausted in the center of the bed with semen still dripping from two of her three holes. In turn each of the men gave Linda a slow wet passionate kiss directly on her semen filled mouth,and retrieve their clothes walking out of the bedroom without so much as a word to her husband. She lay there in the center of the bed exhausted and totally unable to move or even speak. The silence was finally broken when Mike heard the front door slam closed as the men left. Slowly Linda opened her eyes, and rolled her head to one side enabling herself to see her husband seated in the chair at the door of the bed room.

She tried to speak, only to be unable to find any words to comfort her husband of 15 years. Slowly her eyes Weld up with tears and she began to sob. "What in the hell are you crying for? If anyone should be crying you would think it would be me wouldn't you? You broke our agreement, in my book that's the same thing as cheating! Now we don't have an open marriage. I just have a slut for a wife, and a black cock slut to boot!

The tears began to stream down her face in earnest and she sobbed allowed!

Mike , I'm I'm so sorry!

Is that all you have to say, is your sorry? Where the hell do you get off Fucking these three without me, and without protection? We had agreement! Now that I know what your word is worth, you can bet your sweet little white ass that I will not believe one more word that comes out of your lying black cock sucking mouth!

Mike stormed out of the bedroom, staggered down the hall, and began to cry himself. He was not going to cry in front of her! He wouldn't give that cunt the satisfaction. Although Mike was extremely mad, he had to admit to himself that the display his wife and her lovers had put on for him made him extremely Horny! He just noticed as he sat on the sofa again that his own male member was as hard as Japanese arithmetic! Thinking to himself. What to do?

After a momentary lapse of reason he finally decided. She was going to do whatever he said from now on!

With that, he stood up and began to remove his clothes. Once he was entirely naked he slammed the last of the Scotch in his glass, and marched back towards the bedroom. When he reached the door he saw his life lying in the middle of the bed still covered in semen, and sweat. As he stepped through the doorway her sub sucking subsided slightly, and she smiled. It was a weak smiled, but smile just the same. Now she began to smile inside as well as out, as she saw her husband's hard cock standing out in front of him.

"Would you like me to take care that for you?"

With a half drunken smile Mike replied. "What do you think?"

Come over here sweetheart, Linda said, as her smile broadened even more. "Let me take care of that thing for you."

"I wasn't really sure if you can handle any more, after the fucking you just received, but if you're sure I'm willing."

With that, Mike made his way to the bed, which was covered with sweat, and the seed of Linda's three black lovers.

Paying no mind, he dove right in. Kissing her full on the mouth, and shoving three fingers deep into her sloppy stretched out pussy. Immediately Linda began hunching her ass off the bed forcing another finger and more of his hand into her pussy. Mike had never imagined when he married Linda that he would be fisting her after she had sex with three black man, but he was, and he was enjoying it.



A few days later, as Linda and Mike sat discussing the events of the past few months each of them collectively came to the conclusion that this is what Linda needed. No matter what either of them said or did at this point it was out of their control. Linda was going to need regular service from these massive cocked black men. Mike and Linda had reached a point in their marriage where each needed to know that either of them could get what they needed from the other without any reprisals, or accusations of infidelity. Their new relationship was based entirely on the mutual sexual gratification of each other, and anyone they happen to be with that the time.

This was a much better arrangement in the original open marriage agreement which they had discussed early on. Now Linda, and Mike had the freedom to do anyone they wanted, anytime they wanted. Although Mike experimented with bisexuality eventually he determined that the thing he enjoyed most was sitting in a chair watching his wife get the shit Fucked out of her by massively hung black man. He became a true voyeur. Almost never participating, always gaining his sexual gratification from the site of his wife being gratified by other men. On numerous occasions Mike sat happily in a chair as his wife had repeated intercourse with rooms full black man. These were all shapes and sizes. Fat man with little Dick's, skinny man with huge Dick's. As many combinations as you can imagine. Mike also learned the stereotype of the typical black lover was completely untrue. All black man are not hung like horses! Their cocks come in all shapes and sizes just like those of white men. For Linda it was more the thought of their beautiful black skin contrasting with her soft white skin.

Now this is not to say, that Linda didn't seek out black man with larger than average cocks, because she did.

She and Mike simply found the contrast in skin tone to be the most erotic part of all of their experiences no mater the size of the man's cock

Steve, and Brian were to such man with larger than average cocks. Steve sported a penis approximately the same shape and size of the famed porn star Sean Michaels, while Brian sported one of equal length and exceptional thickness. The thickness of Brian's cock was more than Mike and Linda had ever imagined her taking. It was indeed exceptional!

The date had been arranged some weeks before over the telephone by Mike. They had posted an ad In Unreal People, a popular swinger's magazine that listed every finish, nationwide. Mike set the meeting for Friday October 31st at 7:30 PM at the Holiday Inn on Highway 169 South just outside of the town of Fort Dodge. All was ready in the room as Mike and Linda sat at the bar waiting on Steve,& Brian to make their appearance. As they came into the bar, they noticed Mike and Linda sitting in the corner booth. The two men walked over introduce themselves, and sat down as the waitress approach the table to take their order. As they sat, drank, talked, and laughed it was plane for Mike to see that Linda was going to have the time of her life. They sat and talked becoming more comfortable with each other, until Mike said. Let's get this party started. Without another word being spoken, Mike led the way to room 255 where he and Linda had set up this little get-together.

Mike placing the key card in the door, opened it stepped inside and held the door for his Wife and her to new friends.

No sooner had the door click Close behind them as Linda and her new friends began their evening of fun, and games.

Immediately Steve, and Brian began tearing at Linda's short satin minidress until they had her completely naked standing in the middle of the room. As Steve pulled Linda to himself, kissing her passionately, and began running his black hands all over her sexy white frame. Brian began to disrobe. Grinning at Mike, Brian said. "Man I hope this lady is as hot as you say she is, because we got to give her the ride of her life if we want to be invited back for seconds!"

Mike simply sat back in the chair, and smiled.

Once Brian was naked he stepped up, and pulled Linda away from Steve. Steve stepped back, and began pulling his own clothes off, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Once both men were naked, Brian scooped Linda up in his arms. Carrying her across the room, and dumping her in the middle of the bed. This was the first time Linda actually opened her eyes enough to get a look at what she'd gotten herself into. They stood before her as if ready for military inspection. Linda knew in her own mind, instantly that these were two of the most beautiful, muscular, well hung black men she had ever had the opportunity to be with. And this was an opportunity she did not plan to waste.

Steve immediately began burying his face and Linda's white pussy. Licking and sucking her wetness for all he was worth. While Brian at the same time placed a big black hand over each of her firm around breast, and began to lick and suck her nipples until they were filled with blood, and standing straight up.

Linda's first orgasm was almost instantaneous, and Stevens talented tongue did its best to give her body what it demanded.

Wrapping her legs around his skull she squeezing hard, as orgasm flow-through her body like water over Niagara Falls.

As her orgasm subsided, Steve patted her on the ass, and rolled her over onto all fours. She immediately began shoving her ass back onto him trying to bury his cock inside of her. Stephen laughed, saying. "Man Mike, this wife of yours is one cock hungry slut!"

Mike simply smiled and nodded his head in recognition, as Steve placed the head of his cock at the entrance of Mike's wife's pussy. Linda had had big black cock buried deep inside of her many times, but none were as talented as Steve was at that exact moment of penetration. Placing one hand on each of her sexy round ass cheeks, Steve began to slowly, and rhythmically fill Linda's pussy with his enormous black manhood. As Linda lay under him quivering with each full strok of his cock. Brian sat placing his back to the headboard so that his Hard cock was standing in plain sight for Linda to suck. Needless to say she didn't need any encouragement as she wrapped both hands around his enormous black cock, and began sucking, and slobbering as her head began bobbing up and down on his enormous prick.

Steve's rhythmic pace from behind had picked up considerable speed from his initial onslaught into her white pussy. Now he was hammering away at her dripping wet snatch, and she sucked Brian, and convulsed with one body rocking orgasm after another. In very short order Steve, with sweat pouring out of every inch of his body began to tense. And with that Mike knew from across the room that Steve's huge black cock was shooting copious amounts of semen deep into his wife's overstretched white pussy. From Mike's vantage point it appeared that Steven was unable, or unwilling to slow his onslaught into his wife's Cunt, as he continually hammered his enormous cock into her. Finally exhausted Steve relented, and fell backwards onto the mattress.

Now it was Brian's turn to have a shot at this beautiful white slut. Placing a hand on each side of her head, Brian pulled her head away from his rigid black snake. Pulling her to him he kissed her full on lips. Not just a pack, but a full-blown passionate tongue kiss. Deeply and passionately he kissed her as he scooted down pulling her forward at the same time. Once he was flat on his back, Linda knew what to do. She reached under her between her legs, grabbing his massive black erection, and aiming it directly at the opening of her dripping wet, sperm fill pussy.

Linda placed the enormous tennis ball sized head of Brian's black cock at the entrance of her vagina. Gyrating her hips, and grinding herself down onto it. Desperately trying to fill the void left by Steve's massive cock. Once the head of Brian's cock popped through the initial ring of muscles, Linda cried out in a sexual mix of both pain and pleasure.

Oh my God! It so fucking huge! Fill my pussy, Linda cried as she stuffed herself fuller than she had ever been filled before. Brian was only in about 4 inches in as Linda's orgasm rock her body again. Steve and Mike noticed she had flushed red from head to toe, as wave after wave of orgasm flowed through her. Brian, lay under her slowly and methodically forcing each and every inch of his enormous black cock deeper and deeper into Mike's willing wife. Until finally he could feel his balls smashing up against her ass.

Linda set straight up with one hand on each side of his midsection, and she gyrated, and ground her pussy down onto Brian's thickness. The sweat poured from her body as she desperately tried to milk his glorious white elixir of life from deep within his loans. All to no avail as orgasm rocks her body once again. Again flushing red from head to toe and she'd ground herself down around the longest, thickest black cock she had ever had. And believe you me she has had plenty of them. From Mike's vantage point it seemed that Linda was making little headway, as Brian grabed her hips, and began his own ruthless gyrations up into Linda's overstretched hole. Her orgasm came in continual streams, as Brian savagely shoved her up and down on his cock as if she were a rubber blowup Doll. He wasn't so much going in and out of her, as he was sliding her back and forth across the full length of his cock as it was buried deep in her womb.




The Truth



There it is... the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She is just the way I wanted a woman to look when I was a teenager. Giant breast with perfect nipples that just had a way that made me want to suck them. And this is the moment I realized I am no longer that masturbating little teenage boy who just wanted boobs, ass and pussy. It was done. How did this happen? All I have ever wanted was a slave. All I have wanted is a sexy girl to do my every wish, my every command, and my every fantasy. What the hell did she do to me? I was standing there understanding it all. I know what she expects, me to get hard just by looking at her and then, like the male I am, take full advantage of this gorgeous slut before me. But it isn't happening; my cock stays soft. I watch as she advances. Step by step so seductively and my mind is screaming, "fuck her damn it!!!" My body is still, not moving from my chair. I am so incredibly turned on by her display, the way she moves is just so innocent, naïve, and yet so knowing. She seems to know just how I want to see her ass being moved. She knows just how I love to watch a girl as beautiful as her spreading her legs showing it all and then hiding it like she knows how naughty she really is and she is ashamed if only for a moment. I am unflinching. My head is spinning and I understand this is all I have ever wanted. She is here just to be mine. She is here just to be my slave. She is here just to please me! WHY CAN'T I FUCK HER?! What has she done to me to make my cock so very flaccid as I am shown this incredible gift? 

Her hands are on my knees and her lips are softly touching my soft cock. I am in ecstasy. I mutter and moan as she begins to softly tease my body with hers. She runs her lips over my shaft and balls. Moving back up to my head and softly kissing it before she swallows my entire still soft cock into her mouth. All the way down to the balls she sucks and moves and finally my cock awakens. I understand now. I get what she has done. My cock grows longer and longer, finally stretching to its full potential as this goddess manipulates me in her mouth and hands. My eyes open and close as frequently as I begin to fill the sensation that I have longed for since my first blow job. I am so close to coming in her beautiful little mouth. My eyes close again and it happens. I shoot my life's load into her mouth. The goddess jumps and is shocked by it, she falls back and it shoots again catching her eye and her mouth and her beautiful chest. She strokes my cock fast and I am moaning so deeply I close my eyes again and it feels stronger. Her lips are back around my cock and I know she is a good slave for cleaning my mess off my cock. I understand it now. I thought it would never happen. I resisted everything. I just got sucked off by this most beautiful girl; it can't be true. Can it? Could she really have turned me into the faggot she knew I was?

I AM NOT A FAGGOT... I AM NOT A FAGGOT... my mantra for the past 2 months comes into my mind. I AM NOT A FAGGOT... I AM NOT A FAGGOT... I was just pleased by a beautiful woman. I AM NOT A FAGGOT... I AM NOT A FAGGOT... I was just pleased by a beautiful woman. 

"Did you enjoy that?" her voice makes my body shiver, "Did you enjoy you birthday present?"

"It isn't my birthday. It's fucking October. My birthday isn't for another 3 months." My only outward defiance is in my words. I must defy her. I must if I hope to survive this with the only thing I can keep; my pride. 

"Oh no you are mistaken little boy, today is your rebirth day. Today is the day you accept the fact you are my faggot." Her voice pierces my very soul. I AM NOT A FAGGOT.

"You just had a girl suck me off... you aren't very smart if you think that makes me a faggot."

"Really now, Insulting me? You know better..." Even as she says a force propels me from my chair and into the floor face first. "Face down ass up, isn't that how you like it?" Wait who was she talking to? That wasn't directed to me. She knows I am not a faggot. Who the hell is she talking to???

"You know it baby." The voice booms through the room, a low and slow draw implies he is from a country area but where I can never know, all I know is I AM NOT A FAGGOT.

"Well don't hold back. The faggot is ready to be made into a real slut today." I AM NOT A FAGGOT. I can't let this happen without defying this. 

"What the hell are you thinking? I AM NOT A FAGGOT you dumb stupid bitch, and who is your redneck friend? Some dumbass you picked up at the clubs last night? Great life decisions there pal." My voice sounds scarred. I wanted it to be forceful but after 2 months of this I guess I can only muster a voice of fear, even in defiance I am afraid. 

"Well now I know how to stop that back talk now don't I little faggot?" the gag she puts into my mouth forces me to gag when I don't hold my head at the right angle. "And don't mock him I believe you were the one who came home with me after a night of drinking and decided to stay." I am helpless now. My defiance is only in my mantra. I AM NOT A FAGGOT. "Go ahead dear, little faggot won't cause you any trouble now. He is all yours for the hour and only an hour."

"Thank you for the gift mistress. I will do appreciate this little faggot's ass." The voice is close now. The shadow before my face shows he is directly on top of me. I just want to run but these damn restraints on my ankles have my legs locked together. Muffled cries are all I can manage as the first feel of his cock grazes my ass cheeks. "You like cock don't you boy? I can see it. You perked your ass up high when I touched it. You want my cock in you faggot? You want me don't you faggot?" 

I AM NOT A FAGGOT. I AM NOT A FAGGOT. I scream it in my head but my body keeps betraying me. My ass is lifted up and set for the right angle he wants. I have no control. My body is his. My ass is his. My very being is his. I am his. Why does this turn me on? My cock barely moved when I had the most gorgeous girl every dancing for me. But this man's very touch got me harder than I ever was for my dream girl. Am I a faggot? No I AM NOT A FAGGOT. I know this. I remember my first kiss with a girl, my first Blow job, my first fuck. It was so good, it is all I want. I AM NOT A FAGGOT. Oh my God why am I so damn hard. He isn't even touching my cock or balls? He is playing with my nipples and my cock is about to burst. Am I a faggot? No, I just had a girl suck my cock. I can't be a faggot. Can I? Am I a faggot? 

His hand touches my hip and I know that feeling. It is the same move I used to do, the same move I did the first night I was in this house with mistress. I placed my hand on her hip right before I...

"Yeah you like that cock in your ass fag?" I moaned... I never moan like that. What is going on? Am I a faggot? His movement pushes his cock farther than I had ever felt. Farther than the toys mistress has used. Wider than the plugs she has made me wear. My ass is being pushed apart by his strong hands. Why am I so turned on? This is supposed to hurt. I thought this would hurt me like the toys did my second night here when I was tied to the bed. Why is my cock so hard? Am I a faggot? Do I like this? As I moan again my mouth is freed from the gag and my cry echoes through the room. 

"I knew you'd like my cock faggot. You want me to fuck you now?" I AM NOT A FAGGOT? This feels so good. I can't move. I am restrained. Constricted. My head is on the ground with a man behind me with his cock all the way inside me. Am I a faggot? No, I just had a girl suck me off. I can't be a faggot. But this feels so much better than that. My mantra is long gone. I am a faggot. I am a faggot now. I want this more. I want to know how it feels to have him fuck me. I want to know what it means to be a faggot. I want to know what it means to make him cum. Would he come in my mouth like I did to her? Would he come in my ass? Oh my God what is happening? I am a faggot. 

"Yes, please fuck me. I want to feel it." That is my defiance? That was acceptance. Am I a faggot? I am a faggot. I am being fucked by a man in my ass. I love it. I want more of it. I want to please him. Oh my god that's so good. He is barely moving and I am about to come. "Fuck me please harder, I love it. Please fuck me." "I knew you were a faggot. Thank you Mistress." As the word mistress rang out through the room I heard the words from across the room.

"You are welcome now little faggot, why don't you thank me?" I am her faggot... I am what she wanted. She had made me into a faggot. She has manipulated, Kidnapped, Tortured, brainwashed me, and I love her for it. I love this feeling. I need more of it. "Thank you mistress!" my voice sounds shaky in between thrust of his hard cock and his moans do something to me. He makes me feel slutty, like a faggot should feel.

"Now little faggot, I am going to count to three. Not five. Not ten. I am going to count to three. When I finish my count you are going to cum. Then you will be released from your restraints and you will do what you know you are to do. Do you understand me?"

"Ye....s..." my voice shakes I'm being fucked so hard I can't even say yes. I am a faggot. I am her faggot. I love this man's cock in my ass. I love being a faggot. 

"One." I forgot about her count. What am I supposed to do when I am released?

"Two." Yes this man is amazing with his cock. I am going to cum for him and I haven't even been touched on my cock. 

"Three." I am exploding. My moans are all I can hear. The pleasure is going through my body. I am shaking. I am exploding. I am in shock. 

"Don't stop. Please don't stop. Fuck me. Fuck me please. I'll be a good faggot. Please don't stop. Harder. Please fuck me harder." My plea is answered almost immediately as I am spraying my load on the floor. He is grunting behind me, his hands in my hips as he pushes my body towards his. I am coming from a man fucking my ass. I AM A FAGGOT. And my hands are holding my body up as he is fucking me, wait my hands are free! I am his slut now. I must please him. I must make him cum.

"Yea baby work that cock. Push your ass on to it. That's it make me cum for you. Thank you mistress he's such a faggot." My body shakes at her name and my cock is limp between my legs but I don't care. I want his cum. I want his cum. I am a faggot. 

"Stop. Now let's try something new for you." His thrust pushes so deep I can feel my cock twitch and then it leaves me, his cock is out and my ass feels incomplete.

"Wait don't stop, please. I need your cum."

"Oh you'll have my cum. Now clean that cock and make me cum with that pretty faggot mouth." Did he finish that sentence before I was sucking his cock? Who cares? I am a faggot. I need his cum. I want his cum. Maybe I should lick the balls. No, stroke the shaft. Yes he likes that. He is close I can feel it building. I am a faggot. I AM A FAGGOT. That feels so right to think. This cock is all I want now. 

"Yea just like that faggot." My mistress's voice is behind me now. I can hear her closeness; feel her breath on my neck as she closely examines me sucking his cock. I want his cum. 

"Yea I am coming." His cock leaves my mouth and goes into hers; am I jealous? Yes I am actually fucking jealous. I wanted that cum. I earned that cum. I want cum. I am a faggot and I want his cum. 

"You wanted this cum didn't you?" she's mocking me? 

"Yes." I sound disappointed.

"Are you a faggot?" 

"I AM A FAGGOT. I WANTED HIS CUM. I EARNED HIS CUM LIKE A GOOD FAGGOT. I AM A FAGGOT!" That was loud, demanding, aggressive. I want his cum!

"Oh there is my passionate little faggot I knew you were. Now tell me what were you thinking about when the slave was giving you a blowjob? I saw you close your eyes. What were you thinking while trying to deny yourself the pleasures of being a little faggot?" her words were piercing. She knew me. She saw through my soul. I know she was right even if I hadn't admitted it earlier. I closed my eyes and my cock got hard. I closed my eyes and I couldn't help but moan. She had no power over me. She couldn't even turn me on. She was all I ever dreamed about when I was younger, why did I close my eyes?

"I was picturing a man before me. I was her. I was pleasing him. I was what he wanted. I was willing to be his slave. I was my dream girl. I sucked his cock until he came. When I closed my eyes I saw what I wanted more than anything. I wanted to be her. I was jealous. I wanted to be a slut for cock like she was and when I closed my eyes I could see it." I can't believe I denied myself this truth earlier, but every word was true. I had been a faggot for so long, I was so ashamed, and I was so envious of the girls who were getting cock. I have always wanted to be so pleased with pleasing others. I have been lying to myself for so long I am crying.

"Good faggot. Now stop your crying and lick the cum off my face. There will be many loads for you later when they arrive."