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One Month of Service

By: Day Dreaming



Poolside Nirvana

I startled awake from a pleasant day dream. As the fog in my brain dissipated, it occurred to me that my reality right now exceeded my best dreams. Here I was, lying beside a shimmering blue swimming pool, a stone’s throw from the ocean. The sun was beating down on me, transforming my pale skin to a golden bronze. I could literally feel the heat of the sun’s rays. Beads of sweat formed on my bare skin above and below a newly purchased bikini. Little rivulets cascaded onto the towel beneath me.

A wonderful turn of events had swept over me. My husband was enduring a cold Minnesota winter, and I was sunning myself in southern California. When I began looking for a job three weeks ago, I certainly didn’t think that I would stumble into nirvana.

One month from today, the company whose “help wanted” ad I had answered would be opening a new plant in our town. During my interview I was told that I would need to complete four weeks of training at the California corporate office before starting work. It was a rough assignment in the midst of a blizzardy cold winter. I wanted the job in part because of the vacation… I mean training… and I got it. Michael had to be convinced to let me go. But it was only one month after all. And he was happy for my success. As newlyweds, it would be some time before we would be able to afford travel to places like southern California.

Michael found me a cute little apartment to live in during my training. It was part of a complex of buildings right on the beach. The pool was an unforeseen bonus. I’d been here for a few days now. The weather was perpetually ideal, and the people in the complex were very friendly. Two young women about my age had taken a liking to me right away. As we chatted and tanned, the three of us quickly became friends. Heather even asked me for Michael’s e-mail address so she could tell him I was doing fine so far from home.

I couldn’t help noticing that these girls were quite attractive and they weren’t afraid to show it. After the first day, I felt like a fish out of water in my one-piece suit. Tammy offered to take me shopping. She nearly forced me to buy the skimpy bikini I was now wearing. The suit came with a cover-up, so I figured that I could get the maximum benefit from the sun and still be discreet on the walk from my apartment to the pool.

Enticing Trio

So here I was, a naïve Midwestern girl baring more than I thought I ever would, at poolside with a couple of new girl friends. Heather raised up on one elbow and looked us over.

“You know ladies, we’re a pretty good looking trio of young women here… even if only one of us has attracted a man worth marrying.” Now that I thought about it, I had to agree with Heather’s assessment. Heather was a leggy brunette with a slender body fit for modeling. She didn’t carry any extra weight, which was clearly evident when she stood in her scanty top and thong. She possessed pert little breasts and a tiny waist that women would die for. Still, it was her stems that made her a glass of heady champagne. Heather would stretch to 5’-10” if she flexed her cat-like frame as she did just then. This sexy move, and her comment about attracting men, made me wonder about this alluring woman. Heather must have been an inviting target for the handsome young men we saw from time to time at the pool. She caught my eye, and winked in a way that held more meaning than I understood at the time.

Tammy, in contrast to Heather, was a fiery, full-figured redhead. She boasted curves in all the right places. Her sizable breasts filled a bikini to its capacity. I wondered if she realized that her nipples were embarrassingly apparent as her thin top clung to her bosom. I glanced away and gazed instead at Tammy’s hips. They were full and round below a tight little tummy. I chuckled as I thought to myself that Michael would call her “a brick shithouse”. Under Heather’s stare, Tammy rolled her hips seductively. At that moment, Tammy looked every bit a piece of ripe fruit, ready to be harvested. Her figure had blossomed, and I knew she had become the object of many a man’s desire. I wondered idly if any of them had been able to pluck this attractive woman’s cherry. It wouldn’t be long before I would have the answer to that question.

“Francine, you’re just a blonde little goddess now, aren’t you?” Heather exclaimed, her eyes turning to me. “When bodies were passed out, you must have gotten first pick.”

Instinctively, I locked my knees together as she checked me out. I could feel her surveying my face. I knew I was fortunate to have a pretty face: high cheek bones, smiling lips, and shoulder-length blonde hair that required little attention. Her gaze drifted down to my bikini top.

Even on my back, she could see that I was a woman who had matured completely. My full round breasts were testing the strength of the fabric in my suit right now. Heather was piercingly direct as she sized me up. As she evaluated me, I thought with pride that not only were my globes ample like Tammy’s, they were also quite firm. When I stood tall, so did my tits. Heather was making the same observation. She was also wondering to herself what pleasures these mounds of flesh would provide as they were soon fondled and suckled by the men’s club. How tall would these little nipples extend themselves to be teased by these new partners?

Heather smiled to herself. A small town girl wearing a belly button ring. Heather recognized that I had the kind of smooth, tight tummy worth drawing attention to. She knew men were going to love me. I blushed as her eyes moved to the V between my legs. My new friend was noticing that I didn’t shave as closely as these girls. Puffy hair bulged under my pliant suit. She snickered. I thought she was making a comment about how provincial I was. She wasn’t. Instead, she was imagining the cat calls I would be receiving later that evening as I was coaxed out of my suit.

Finally, Heather’s eyes moved down to my legs. Without knowing it, she was seeing the results of many fitness classes. My thighs were well-toned, and extended down to long sculpted calves and brightly painted toes.

“Tell us the truth, Francine. Were you the prom queen or what?” She was right. I had been the head cheerleader in high school… and the prom queen. But even though I had received my share of attention, I was by no means promiscuous. I was a virgin when Michael found me and we married. My white picket fence was home in Minnesota. These girls could have their fun. I was even enjoying the suggestive tone of the last few minutes. But when all was said and done, I knew my life was in a small town in Minnesota.

Invitation to an Awakening

Now it was Tammy’s turn to sit up. The girls were quite animated today, I thought.

“Francine, have you seen that big house at the end of the complex?”

“Sure,” I replied. It looked like a mansion from the pool. A mansion that was clearly the most imposing building in this part of town.

“Because it’s Saturday, there’s a party at the condo tonight. What have you been doing for fun since you’ve been here?”

Not that much, I thought to myself. I’d only been here four days.

“How about the three of us going over together?” Tammy suggested.

I was hesitant. “I don’t know, Tammy. I’m married. Michael wouldn’t be too thrilled if he knew I was out partying while I’m here.”

Heather chimed in. “We could really use your props, Francine. You may have found a man, but we’re still out looking. How ‘bout helping us out?”

They were both looking so forlorn. I gave in. “Okay, but just to provide moral support.” Heather gave me another wink. It was much too meaningful. She seemed to be thinking that I was the type of girl who could become a lot wilder than I was letting on. But then, she knew exactly what was planned for me. Heather fully expected more promiscuity from me in one evening than I had experienced in a lifetime. I felt she had misjudged me. While I was forming this opinion, however, I failed to recognize the sophistication with which these two young ladies were carefully guiding me… guiding me toward a lifestyle I would have never imagined. They intended to be very convincing.

On the Doorstep

At eight, the girls picked me up for the party.

Heather was checking me out as soon as I opened the door. She seemed to have developed an excessive interest in me today. I was starting to wonder if she was gay. In truth, she’d singled me out on the day I first moved in. But not for herself. The way I filled out my party dress just confirmed her initial assessment of my suitability for what was to come.

“Very pretty ankle bracelet, Francine,” Heather complimented. “FFM…are those your initials?” I nodded yes. “Well it’s a very festive piece of jewelry. On a beautiful girl like you, that bracelet is sure to draw attention to your very pretty legs.” It sure was right now. The eyes of both girls traced my tan from ankle to thigh.

I blushed. I hadn’t worn the bracelet to be showy. My husband had given it to me. It was a symbol of my devotion to him. By tomorrow evening I would be sporting a new symbol of devotion. This symbol would be to a group of people I hadn’t even met yet.

Tammy came to the conversational rescue. “Bring your suit, Francie, they have a really great hot tub at the condo.”

“Where are yours?”

“In our purses, silly. Why do you think we have these tiny bikinis?”

I wasn’t thinking that was why, but I went for my suit anyway. In my bedroom, I tried to stuff the one-piece suit into my purse. Why do they make these party purses so small, I asked myself? There was no way the one-piece would fit into this dark little container. Instead, it was the bikini that was forced tightly into my handbag. The symbolism was lost on me at the time, but within hours I would find myself involved in another form of force fitting. In these later struggles, however, my handbag wouldn’t be the receptacle involved. It would be my own supple body that would be asked to receive the full expression of not one, but multiple partners. These new acquaintances were members of a club formed especially to take advantage of attractive young women like me. Heather and Tammy had already informed the club of my availability for membership. The men were anxiously awaiting my arrival right now, so they could unwrap their new female playmate. At tonight’s party I was to be the guest-of-honor… and the evening’s entertainment!

Meeting the Men’s Club

As we approached the condo, I realized that it was much larger and grander than it appeared from a distance. Unlike my little apartment, or our house in Minnesota for that matter, the condo was built up many levels. Elegant dormers and ornate bay windows flanked the sides of the covered entry.

I felt small as Heather rang the bell. Tammy gave my hand an excited squeeze. The massive front door was opened by a handsome man. Heather introduced him as Robert. He struck me as a businessman of some sort, due to his slim build and immaculately groomed fingernails. Robert immediately looked me softly in the eyes and invited us in. The foyer reinforced my image of a house fashioned by old money. I inhaled the fragrance of the oiled wood paneling. The room’s age filled my senses.

Robert led us to a back play room. Lounging around a brass and teak bar were three men I guessed to be in their late 20’s. Jason looked to be a surfer. His dark skin contrasted with hair bleached nearly white from the sun. Clay, on the other hand, was a rugged individual. Hair poked through his open shirt, which he had unbuttoned to show off a muscular chest and arms. The third man at the bar was Colin. Colin seemed out of place for two reasons. First of all, his face was buried behind a large video camera. Robert leaned over to inform me that Colin fancied himself as a budding film-maker. Equally incongruous, Colin was a very large black man. Colin must have stood more than 6 feet 6 inches.

“This will be our group tonight,” Robert announced with authority. It was a much smaller party than I had imagined for such an imposing house. There was actually one other man at the party with us right then. Robert didn’t introduce him to me, but this unknown man was already getting acquainted with me. It would be tomorrow morning before I would meet the faceless producer of tonight’s event.

“What are you drinking, ladies?” Robert asked. “Grab something you like and we’ll head out onto the deck.”

Clay slid behind the bar. I soon held a glass of bubbly white wine and was following Robert to the glass wall at the back of this oversized room. As I made my way toward him, I ran my fingernails across the velvet wallpaper. Dozens of tiny lights sparkled down from the tall ceiling. Some were red, but I didn’t notice that every once in awhile one of these red lights would flash on as a hidden eye followed my movements.

The furnishings in the play room were dominated by a large sofa and foot stools which filled the middle of the room. There was an incongruous large blank wall opposite me. I would learn the purpose of this wall later.

“You wouldn’t expect to find this kind of luxury here, would you?” Heather asked rhetorically as she joined me at the glass doors. “The condo is so full of surprises,” she added, reinforcing the sense of mystery I was feeling.

The view from the deck was stunning. Fading sunset cast shards of light onto the waves. Bright rays danced on the crests, only to disappear as each wave cascaded onto the sandy shore and slapped its mist into the gentle breeze. A number of times I breathed the salt air in deeply. I wanted to remember this moment as long as I could. Jason had stepped up next to me. He was also enjoying the view on the deck. His joy however was caused by the rising and falling of my full chest, which now intermittently strained against my dress. While I surveyed the ocean, Jason drank my body in with his eyes. My perfume intoxicated him more than the tequila he now sipped. After completing his assessment, Jason’s anticipation was heightened beyond even his earlier expectations.

Developing a Sound Track

Heather joined us and gave Jason a big hug. He kissed her neck as only a close friend would. I was a little jealous that she had someone with whom to share this sunset. Robert came up behind me, and placed his hand on the small of my back. I turned to see who had taken this liberty, at which Robert offered me more wine from the bottle in his other hand. As he poured, the hand on my back slipped around my waist. In the coolness of the waning daylight, I forgot my marriage for a moment and allowed him to pull me to him for warmth. This first contact affected each of us. I loved the beautiful setting and the confidence of the man next to me. Because I had not offered any resistance, Robert, like Jason, began to anticipate in detail the passion that the evening would surely bring.

Colin continued to record our every move. At first it was disconcerting to see his camera pointed at me continuously, but I was slowly getting used to him stalking around behind his lens. I felt like I was on a reality show. In truth, I wasn’t too far wrong.

Robert again refilled my glass. “Tell me about yourself, Francine” he requested. I smiled at the thought that he might care about my very ordinary life. But he was interested… and interesting. As we talked, I was surprised to find that we shared much in common and had similar points-of-view. We became good friends quickly. Robert subtly encouraged me to drink by topping my wine glass frequently. He was envious of the wine glass, which I brought to my lips more and more often. He hoped to take the place of wine glass later.

Clay broke into our conversation. “Francine, what are your favorite sound tracks? Does a pretty woman like you have a favorite artist?”

It was easy for me to tick off the titles of the CDs in my apartment. Clay laughed. “I can imagine you enjoying some of those solo singers, and maybe I can see you grooving to the moldy oldies and even the country music… but you can’t be serious about the heavy metal! I’m having trouble envisioning your foxy blonde frame rocking to a pounding bass.”

In a moment of defiance, I retorted “Hey Clay, I have a wild side too, you know.” I gave him a wink. He read much more into it than I intended. He leaned forward to embrace me.

As he did, he whispered into my ear “I’m glad to hear that, honey. I’ll try to make sure you have the opportunity to show me later”. With that, I thought I felt him give my bottom a little squeeze, but I could have been mistaken.

Behind the scenes, Benito had heard my selections and was rummaging through his music archive. The producer was pulling out some of my favorite songs for the soundtrack of tonight’s feature attraction.

My Bedroom

“Robert, don’t you think it’s about time we got a chance to try that hot tub?” Tammy called from across the deck.

“Oh, you’re ready to change into something a bit more revealing, are you?” he retorted.

“Well, I am craving something warm and slippery,” she called back.

With that cryptic remark, everyone returned to the play room.

Heather turned back for me. “Come along, Francine, I’ll show you where to change.”

We girls grabbed our purses and veered left past the play room. Heather stuck her head into an adjacent corridor and beckoned me forward.

“Just checking to make sure there aren’t any other guests we might interfere with,” she said cheerily over her shoulder.

We walked down a wood-paneled hallway punctuated with five equally spaced doors on each side. As we walked past the third set of doors, I thought I heard a sound I recognized. Bedsprings were getting a vigorous workout. And a woman was moaning, as though she was in the throes of passion. I caught up to Heather.

“Heather, did you hear that? I think someone is having sex in that bedroom we just passed.”

Heather smiled at me. “Robert is known to have a number of very active lady friends.”

I nodded dumbly, not grasping Heather’s meaning. She directed me to the last door.

“This is your room. You can change into your suit and meet us back in the play room. The patio is covered with sharp stones. There should be a pair of waterproof sandals waiting for you.”

She closed the door behind her, and left me standing in a pretty room with a large four poster bed. I dropped my purse on the ornate dresser next to it. I gazed at myself in the full length mirror directly at the foot of the bed. Just then, as I was looking myself over, my oversized image flashed up onto the white wall in the play room. My new friends watched as I began to strip out of my clothes.

“Wow, this girl is a major league babe,” Clay called out.

“Will you look at those tits,” Jason exclaimed. “Frenchie must be the hottest chick we’ve ever had in here.”

“Gentlemen, look closely. Our lady for the evening appears to be a natural blonde.” And as Robert focused his attention on my flaxen mound, my womanly charms were projected at twenty times their actual size on the ten foot tall screen. Tammy strolled back into the room.

“Getting a sneak peek at your newest toy?”

“She gets a rating of four cocks up,” Colin stated enthusiastically.

I found the sandals, if one could call them that. They were something between Dorothy of Oz’ glass slippers and a pair of vampy stiletto heels. A red metallic finish gave these “sandals” a bright appearance. Crossing laces bound them securely to my ankles. It was a good thing. Three inch heels elevated me to new and risky heights.

I pulled on my suit to the dismay of my clandestine audience. Once again I took a quick look in the mirror. Who ever wears high heels with a swimming suit? The only comparison I could think of was the Miss America pageant. I turned to make sure I was covered in back, and gave my bottom a playful pat.


One Month of Service



“I’m with you Francie. You certainly have the prettiest little ass I’ve ever seen,” Jason sighed wistfully. “Men… right now I am stating my intention to be the first to crack open that lovely girl’s backdoor.”

“Now don’t become too restless, my well oiled friend.” Robert then reminded them that I was wearing a ring on my finger. I would need some time to adjust to my new role in the household. Still, they weren’t planning a long transition period.

Listening at the Door

I snuck tentatively into the hallway. This Miss America look-alike needed a cover-up over her suit. I had not expected to be wearing an outfit like this at a party the first week away from home. Were noises still coming from door number three? I quietly tiptoed to the door.

“You like this big thing between your lips, sweetie?” I listened in stunned silence. From this one question, I now had a pretty good mental picture of what was taking place on the other side of the door. I stood frozen, too curious to move. A contented slurping emanated from the bedroom, punctuated by groans from each of the unseen lovers.

“There you are, Francie,” Robert called from the end of the hall. Surprised and embarrassed, I hurried away from the door. “What are you doing?” he asked. “It looks as though you’re listening to something.”

“Oh. I thought I heard a telephone ringing,” I lied, turning beet red.

“Some of my friends do seem to get quite a few calls,” Robert chuckled. I was feeling light-headed from the wine, and at the same time I was trying to process everything that was going on around me.

“You look simply lovely,” he said, taking in my near nakedness with a long appreciative gaze. As he inspected my body, the red didn’t fade from my cheeks. Robert seemed to be enjoying my discomfort. I raised my hand to cover my breasts, but he intercepted it before my hand could reach its destination.

“Please don’t, Francine. A beautiful woman like you should never be embarrassed about her figure. Stand tall and let me see how you look,” he coached as he fondled my breasts with his eyes. Was he talking to me, or my firm globes? “Let’s rejoin the others. Maybe later you and I can share some quiet time alone together.” What was this handsome man suggesting, I wondered as I connected the way he had been admiring my pride-and-joys with the activity of the couple behind door number three. Doesn’t he remember that I’m married? Before I could sort out this new invitation, Robert led me back to the play room.

Taking Robert’s advice, as we entered I stood erect, and summoned as much confidence as I could. The men saw me, approached, and began to check out my newly exposed skin. They weren’t at all subtle. I refused to give in and cover up. Now it become a battle of wills. Eyes and camera devoured me. First they stared at the tightly stretched fabric over my large boobs. Just from knowing they were looking at my breasts, my nipples began to respond to their visual stimulation. Big bumps in the fabric began to poke toward them, drawing smiles all around. I tried to retain my composure, but three men were now assessing precisely how much I would soon be providing them.

After what seemed an eternity, their eyes slid lower… to my flat but nervous stomach. My breath came in short bursts as I endured their inspection. They continued their gaze down to the feminine patch of opportunity that was concealed from their view by a tiny piece of lycra. The intensity of their stares made me wonder how dangerous a situation I was getting myself into. I glanced at their suits. Tents were forming fast.

In their present frame of mind it would be only too easy for one of these men to simply step forward and snap the string holding up the bottom of my suit. It would be game over for me. Still, I felt I was winning the battle of wills. These guys obviously wanted me, but they weren’t going to get me. If they wanted to look, I was going to accommodate them and tease them to distraction.

Finally, after a full minute of fucking me with their eyes, my admirers studied my powerful thighs and slender calves. Their examination concluded with a glance at my delicate ankle bracelet and these ridiculous sandals. These shiny spiked heels made me look like a hooker. And after the once-over I had just received, I felt like one at this moment. It was a feeling I would begin having much more often.

Another glance at their suits made me realize that I was no longer the person in the room who was standing most tall. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I’d had this effect on men before. Still, it was a bit of a rush. What woman doesn’t enjoy an innocent tease now and again? Then I remembered… for a married woman who was here to offer support for her friends, I was receiving way too much of the attention.

I broke the silence. “Heather, where’s this hot tub I’ve been hearing about?” I pushed my way through the dumbfounded crowd around me.

Heather took my hand, and we two desirable young women led the appreciative trio to an outdoor patio. Just as Heather had warned, the patio was covered with sharp stones set in grout. We stepped out onto patio, and I noticed that Heather was wearing sandals like mine. Hers were gold metallic. We had to step carefully to prevent our heels from turning on the uneven surface.

“The guys really like you,” she whispered to me.

“You think?” I responded, with a chuckle. “I thought they were going to jump me back there,” I teased.

“Maybe they will yet,” she shot right back. With the sexual tension in the air, I would need to be careful not to send the wrong signals.

The Hot Tub

Tammy and Jason were already in the frothy water.

“Come on in, Francie,” Tammy called out to me. “It’s clothing optional.” With that, she stood up to show, much to my shock, that she was no longer wearing her top. Someone else thought that Tammy had the right idea, because I felt hands trying to pull off my top as well.

“Easy now, boys. This married lady is NOT removing her top,” I warned. Reluctantly, the hands fell away. But not before someone had grabbed a nice long feel of my soft tits.

“More than a handful,” Clay announced, to the howls of the others. I turned to scowl at him. Despite my intent to remain emotionally distant, Clay had managed to coax my nipples back to visible erection. Jason smiled at me appreciatively.

“I guess we we’ll take no for an answer right now,” Jason winked, “but those headlights are saying they want to be free”. I slipped into the safety of the water. Clay and Robert slid in beside me. It wasn’t long before predictable Clay had his hand on my thigh. When he reached mid-thigh, I reached down and stopped him. Like a wounded puppy, he took his hand off my thigh. But he then brushed it across my belly and deposited his paw right back onto my breast.

“What part of married don’t you understand?” I challenged. I had now realized that I was going to be fighting him off all night.

“Hey, if you’re not going to let me feel your pussy, at least let me milk your mammaries. I can’t get into any trouble while everyone can see what’s going on.”

Maybe it was the overconfidence, maybe the wine, or maybe just the desire to get along. In any event, I heard myself say, “Okay Clay, you can have a little fun, but the top stays on. Right?”

“Your wish is my command, my well-developed friend.” And with this approval, Clay and Robert both began their first adventure over the mountains between them. They had soon raised the flags on both summits.

While I had been battling Clay, the other girls had been busy. I looked to my right and saw that Heather’s right hand was no longer visible. Then, with surprise, I noticed what her hand was up to. As she sipped on a daiquiri with her left hand, she was busily stroking Robert’s member through the leg of his suit.

I looked away, only to see that Tammy had gotten quite friendly with Jason. She had moved over to his lap and was settling down onto him. Jason’s hands were on her milky waist. Tammy smiled over to me with glazed eyes as Jason began to raise and lower her rounded hips. My god! Was my new friend really fucking Jason right here in front of all of us?!!

Robert passed me a new glass of wine. I took a big swallow to calm my ragged nerves. Then I noticed that I was receiving more pleasure than expected from the hands on my boobs. True to his word, Clay had not removed my top. Instead, he and Robert had simply pushed the cups up over my mounds. They were now each rolling one of my sensitive nubs between their fingers.

In spite of myself, I began to squirm in my seat. These guys were starting to get to me, and they knew it. For the first time I wondered how I was going to get out of the condo tonight without getting fucked. I had no inkling that not only would I be screwed, I would be receiving multiple penetrations. By the end of the night my body would have become a veritable sexual playground. These first feelings of arousal were simply a premonition of much more to cum.

Heather had lifted her right leg over Robert and was now straddling him. She was attacking his neck with kisses. It wouldn’t be long before she too would be bouncing up and down on one of the male pleasure sticks next to me.

What the devil was going on here, I asked myself? Is there something in this water? A few minutes ago we had come for a relaxing dip in the hot tub, and now a virtual orgy had broken out. Just as I was thinking this, Clay’s hand slipped off my left breast. He slid his rough paw across my abs and onto my belly. His hand rested momentarily just above the waistband of my suit. He was poised to make a most unwelcome assault. For my own safety, I had to get out of there… fast.

Attempted Escape

“Guys, I’ve got to go.” And I abruptly stood up. To my surprise, Clay didn’t pull his hand away. Instead, he simply pressed it tightly to me. As I raised up, I essentially deposited his intended target right into his waiting palm. My jaw dropped in sudden recognition. I was standing with bare breasts and a man’s hand on my pussy. For a moment I was frozen. In contrast, Clay smiled at his good fortune. He took my lack of protest as an invitation to begin burrowing his fingers through my golden nest. He was searching quickly for the entrance to my womanly glove! I jerked back to the present. Now I really was mad.

“Clay, get your hand out of my pants!” That drew everyone’s attention, especially Colin with his ever-present camera. Clay slowly extracted his fingers, to howls from the others. But before he withdrew completely, he took one last liberty. He had found the seam he was looking for, and he pressed firmly on the center of my clit.

“Aaaaaww,” I moaned, as electricity flashed from my crotch to my brain. My knees buckled. My eyelids fluttered out of control.

“What’s going on there, Francie?” Heather teased. “Before you fall down, maybe you’d better find yourself a seat on someone comfortable.”

“I’m ready and able,” Clay offered brightly.

“Good night everyone,” I called angrily over my shoulder. I tried to walk to the door. With wobbly knees and the sharpness of the stones, however, I was forced to stop and put on my sandals. I bent over to lace them up, with the effect of proffered up my smooth ass for everyone’s approval.

“Simply lovely,” Clay complimented.

I quickly turned, in order to present a more ladylike front. Gravity enhanced my pendulous and still unfettered breasts.

“Even better from the front,” Clay now crooned.

Embarrassed beyond words, I reholstered my guns. In the grand scheme of things, this would prove to be wasted effort. A few minutes from now my weapons of distraction would again fall into the men’s hands.

With my sandals finally on, I rushed for the door. I was near tears. Robert quickly cast Heather aside and followed me into the play room.

“Francine, wait! Let me apologize for Clay. He has been obviously been quite a boor. He can be so obnoxious at times.” Robert grabbed a towel and threw it over my now sobbing shoulders. “Come here,” he offered softly.

I fell into his arms.

“That’s it. Let it all out,” he reassured. And moments later I had stopped sniffling. Robert was warm and comforting. Music begin to fill the room. I knew this song. It was one of my favorite romantic ballads. Benito had queued it up for just this occasion.

Robert began to shuffle his feet, and I followed along. Soon we were dancing to happy memories. I began to brighten.

“You keep that Clay away from me, won’t you Robert?”

“I’ll see that he is the last one to take advantage of you.” A funny way to word his reply, I thought.

First Glimpse of the Logo

As I mellowed, Robert unhurriedly closed the gap between us. Before long, he was pressed tightly to me. His breath was on my neck. My boobs were smashed between us. I could feel his package beginning to grow again as it caressed my right thigh.

The towel on my shoulders was agitating Robert. He stepped away to remove it. As he did, I noticed a logo on the end of the towel.

“Robert!”

He immediately saw where I was looking. The centerpiece of the logo was a woman on her back. Her arms were behind her head. Her legs were stretched high in the air. She was wearing high heels that strapped around her ankles. Just like mine! Between her legs, a man with tightened buttocks was pressed fully into her. I didn’t even notice the abbreviation below the figures.

“Oh that,” and Robert laughed heartily. “Men will be men, you know.”

“There certainly seems to be a lot of emphasis on sex around here,” I said, stating what was becoming more and more obvious.

“Don’t worry about that right now, Francine. Allow us a few simple pleasures, okay?” Once again I tried to interpret his cryptic reply.

“I do worry, though, Robert.” Truth be told, at this moment I was wondering for the second time if Robert thought I was one of his simple pleasures. I would find out soon enough.

“Let’s get your mind off this.” And he dipped me dramatically. I squealed with delight.

Seductiveness of the Dance

His right hand pressed against the small of my back, bringing me back into intimate contact with him. His left hand now slid down my side and onto the bareness of my youthful bottom. He moved his hand ever so slowly and gently to the middle of my rounded ass. Finally he slipped his fingers under my narrow thong. Robert delicately glided his fingers up and down the crack between my cheeks. With his vigilant eye, Colin of course caught all this on camera.

Robert was caressing my bottom very intimately. I had never felt anything so sensual in all my life. I would never have allowed Clay to do this, yet here I was swooning in Robert’s arms.

“Robert, you’d better stop. I’m starting to have thoughts that a married woman shouldn’t.”

“I understand completely, Francine” he agreed, sliding his now engorged male organ across my belly to confirm the effect that I was having on him. The song ended, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I was being tested in many ways. I hoped I would continue to pass the tests. Others were more certain of the final scores.

“Robert, you can’t monopolize Francine all night,” Jason kidded, although he suspected that there would be plenty of my sexy body for them all tonight.

“Shall we?” he nodded to me.

I had been quite happy to be dancing with Robert, but maybe this would be a way to cool off. “Of course.” I curtsied, and realized how ridiculous this must look in a string bikini and stiletto heels. Jason didn’t complain as he looked down my cleavage.

Because he was still wearing only his swimming suit, I soon learned the differences between Robert and Jason. Robert was handsome, but Jason was virile. My new dance partner was hard and lean. Unlike Robert’s downy tummy, Jason was buff. I felt Jason’s strength as he grasped me powerfully.

Jason wasn’t as suave like Robert, but he was appealing in a very masculine way. Without attempting to duplicate the intimacy of my previous dances, Jason simply slid his body back and forth across mine. Something sharp brushed repeatedly into my chest. I looked down between us and was surprised that I had not noticed his nipple ring before. Jason’s body jewelry had been chosen wisely. His chest was his best feature.

I was surprised at how effective Jason had been at arousing my nipples. He was the only one not to have felt me up in the hot tub. He seemed intent on rectifying that inequity now.

Jason coaxed my hands around his neck. His right hand slid under the string at the back of my bikini top. And then his left hand. With a firm touch, he simply followed the strings back to his targets. I couldn’t believe that he would try to fondle my bare breasts so brazenly during the middle of our first dance. I soon became a believer, however. He eased his upper body away from me so that he could flick my nipples with his middle fingers.

I had never had so much fondling of my breasts as during the last half hour. Not even during the most passionate moments of my courtship with Michael. Jason knew my body well. A tingling sensation was growing beyond my chest. I was the one who was supposed to be doing the teasing, and well… my pussy was starting to lubricate! These guys really knew how to bring the most out of a woman, each in their different way.

“Jason… you’d better stop,” I exclaimed breathlessly. “I’m starting to get turned on, and that’s not good when the man whose causing it isn’t my husband.”

“I’m sorry, Francie. I guess I let my instincts get the best of me. You’re as beautiful as any girl I’ve ever met. But I was behaving like I thought I would be able to seduce you the same as other women.” With that he drew back my hair and kissed me fully on the lips. I was taken completely by surprise. As I stood there with my arms around his neck, he pressed his tongue into my mouth and forced his hands into the bottom of my suit. He spread his fingers, cupping as much of my smooth cheeks as he could.

I failed Jason’s test. Under his pressure, I simply melted, right then and there. I couldn’t remember whether I was married or not. I just knew that waves of pleasure were coursing through me as this strong man made his point. My knees began to tremble. Jason continued to assault my mouth and fondle my ass. I was putty in his grasp. He moved his feet between mine and lifted me right up off the floor. I didn’t know what he was trying to accomplish, and I certainly couldn’t ask him because at the moment my mouth was filled with his tongue. I wasn’t in suspense for long, however.

When I had reached the desired height, he slid below me and literally dropped me onto his waiting erection. My full weight was now supported by my pussy, which in turn was figuratively impaled on his cock. His tongue was driving me crazy, and I now returned his passion, sucking him into my mouth. I wrapped my thighs around him and mashed my tits into his chest. If he had asked at that moment, I think I might have ripped off my suit and let him fuck me right then in the middle of the play room. Like an ever present vulture, Colin circled and recorded. Hidden cameras in the ceiling were also recording my rapid descent into hedonism.

Sensing my building passion, Jason surprised me once more by slowly lowering me back to the floor. To my confusion, he withdrew his tongue and instead gave me a friendly peck on the cheek.

“Anyway, Francie, sorry for getting too carried away.”

Jason turned toward the bar, leaving me in stunned sexual heat. I was awash in conflicting emotions. But at the top of my list right at that moment… I wanted a good fucking.

In the next of what seemed like an unending series of unexpected twists, Colin now approached without his camera. He had apparently decided to join us sans lens. Like the others, he was now wearing a swimming suit. From the droplets slowly rolling down his chest, I deduced that he had just returned from the hot tub.




One Month of Service



“Francine, my camera and I now know you on the outside. I want to get to know the real you, too. Will you dance with me?”

My mind raced. Could there really be one sweet guy here who I could talk to without ending up in a sexual situation? Or was this another come-on?

“Sure, Colin, I’ll dance with you.”

As we embraced, I realized that positioning my arms would not require much thought. Colin’s neck was way above me and out of my reach. I clasped his left hand and gently placed my right hand on his waist. My eyes were in line with his chocolate chest. We danced quietly for two songs. He never made a move to close the gap between us. This soft-spoken man treated me with as much respect as would one of my close friends at home. I hadn’t said more than a few words to him, and yet I felt closer to Colin than anyone else I’d met that night.

The second dance ended. “Thank you so much, Francine,” he said simply and softly.

I pulled him toward me to give him an appreciative hug. “No… thank you Colin. The pleasure really has been mine.”

As I hugged him, I realized that like my previous dance partners, Colin too had become aroused by our embrace. His HUGE bulge now poked very firmly into my stomach. I was at a loss for words. Colin was by far the most well-endowed, but just as importantly, he was the most gentle man of the group. He had experienced the same passion, but he was too much a gentleman to impose his will on me. At that moment I determined who the biggest man in this bunch was.

Embarrassed that I had found out his true feelings, Colin pulled away. “I’m so sorry, Francine. You’re a very beautiful girl. I need to get back to my camera.” And with that he was gone.

The Movie

“Robert,” Tammy shrilled from across the room. “Your party is starting to lose its steam. Let’s get a movie going here.” The others agreed.

“Okay then,” Robert replied, as he brought me a new glass of bubbly. “What would you like to see… action movie, romance, foreign film,…”.

“Comedy, I think,” Heather offered.

“How about a skin flick,” Jason suggested. Groans from the girls.

“Those movies are so lame,” Tammy retorted.

“Come on,” Clay chimed in, “where else can you see such bad acting and still enjoy yourself.”

“Fine,” Tammy responded, with a roll of her eyes. “You men are so predictable. Come on Francie, let’s get this movie over with so we can get onto something more fun.” With that she guided me to the large sofa in the middle of the room.

“Oh, I don’t know, Tammy,” I protested, reservation apparent in my voice. “I’ve never seen a movie like that, and I don’t really think I ever need to.”

“Heather and I share you feelings on that, Francine. But trust me, once these guys get on this kick they’ll whine all night until they get to watch their silly porno movie. Can we run through this quick, Robert?”

“One quick video and on to something else,” Robert promised.

Reluctantly, I sunk down between Heather and Tammy.

“Hey, where’s our drinks?” Heather inquired.

“You know where the bar is,” Jason rejoined.

With a frown, the girls got up to grab a beverage. This left seats to my left and right. They were quickly taken by Jason and Robert. The lights started to dim. Movie credits flashed up on the large blank wall in front of us. Despite the subject matter, this was quite a viewing venue.

I don’t know if this is true of all skin movies, but this one had almost no plot. Plumbers came to fix a backed-up bathtub in an attractive woman’s house. It didn’t take long for them to size her up, engage her in conversation, coax her clothes off, and begin to work on her personal plumbing. Even with this lack of story line, the action itself was quite choppy.

After the actors had settled into a position, instead of completing the work at hand, they moved into a new arrangement. They seemed intent upon depicting as many ways as possible for a man and woman to couple. Well, technically, two men and a woman. I found out later that this sequencing was not due to poor direction. The film we were watching was the men’s club training film for new girls. This was my indoctrination in the ways to satisfy a man. As I watched, I was receiving instruction for my new line of work.

Initially, I was embarrassed to be watching this subject matter, although I admit to being secretly curious about the titillating action. After about ten minutes, I felt a surprising change in my perception . My disgust had worn off. I had become accustomed to watching balls-out sex. With these feelings now cast aside, I had become captivated by the gymnastics involved. Lying, standing, sitting, bent over. There was a lot more variety than I had known. And the graphic portrayal was starting to move me. Robert noticed. His hand reached for my knee, and he placed my hand on his. Jason duplicated Robert’s actions on my other side.

Initially, my knees remained tight together. It was humorous that Robert’s and Jason’s hands were so close to each other. If they wanted, they could be holding hands. Then, in a weak moment, I became enthralled by a particularly sensual scene. My legs slightly imitated the action before us. The boys were ready to help open me up. Their hands spread my legs apart and moved quickly to home base. As they rounded third, they were thinking of the score which was soon to come.

I allowed Robert and Jason to tease me in the dark of the play room, so long as my suit stayed in place. I had teased them earlier. Turnabout was fair play. I reciprocated somewhat, by brushed my hands up and down their legs. Just a little, and never close to their crotches. Their caresses were having a much greater impact on me than mine were on them. My heart began to beat more rapidly. I was starting to squirm in my seat. Darn it all, it was difficult to remain still while two men were stirring my honey pot in unison with the action on the screen. My hips began to dance in a way the men knew well. I began to pant softly, and then the movie ended. Thank goodness.

A Different Kind of Karaoke

Tammy glanced over to me as the lights came up. “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it Francie?” She could see I was flushed and on the edge of losing control. As quickly as I could, I put my knees back together. I spun my wedding band to stiffen my resolve. It was too late. The predators were now ready to close on their weakened prey. My body had sent an unmistakable message… I was fuckable.

“Let’s do some karaoke Robert,” Heather suggested. She was also anxious to witness my demise. “Do you sing, Francie?”

In my present state I certainly wasn’t going to be able to carry a tune.

I nodded. “Huh uh.”

“Okay then, how about an action karaoke? Instead of singing, we’ll each act out the scenes we see on the screen. Robert has some clips we’ve used for this before, don’t you, love?”

“I suppose I can put up something that will be entertaining,” he answered.

Benito now queued up his video masterpiece. His sense of timing would be tested over the next few minutes.

“Men, can you help me button up the condo for the evening?” Robert requested. Clay and Jason put down their drinks, and soon all of the men had left.

The screen flashed bright once again. In the first scene, a half dozen people were making funny faces at each other. Then at the camera. Their eyes rolled, their mouths curled and their ears twitched.

“Okay ladies. Now we do the same thing,” Heather instructed cheerfully. Within moments, our faces joined those on screen. We stuck out our tongues, rolled our eyes, and made pig noses. It never occurred to me to wonder how this was all being recorded. In the control room, Benito watched six video screens to select the best camera angles from the play room. He was busy blending and changing views on the fly. His work was smooth and seamless.

Scene one faded out and scene two swept in. The theme was still faces, but now more serious. We were in a theatre make-up room. Attendants bustled about, sprucing up a costumed starlet for her next appearance on stage. The diva’s make-up was nearly complete. Her lipstick was quickly applied by a gabby beautician. The scene paused.

“You first, Heather,” Tammy proclaimed, beckoning the brunette to her with lipstick in hand. Heather put her arms on Tammy’s shoulders as our little redhead carefully painted Heather’s lips.

“Your turn now, Francie.” Heather motioned for me to stand still. She applied a smooth glaze to my lips too. Tammy received her gloss and we surveyed our work. It was a pretty shade of coral on the girls, I thought. Of course I couldn’t see that Heather had not applied the same tint on my lips. Instead, she had painted my lips a glossy ruby red. It was a good thing I couldn’t see my image just then, because a picture had now been completed. Revealing top, bare midriff, scanty bottom, shiny stiletto heels, and finally bright red lips. The way I looked at that moment, I could have gotten a job as a stripper at any club in town.

Two rooms over, the men viewed a remote feed from the play room. They approved of my new make-up. But as usual, Jason was anxious to proceed.

“Okay, girls. Time to shed your outfits,” he stated to the screen. They sat back to watch the next act.

Stripping the Guest-of-Honor

A gaggle of young girls filled the screen in the play room. They were jumping and playing tag. A voice-over directed them to “Do the birdie dance!” Strains of the familiar song filled the room. The young girls began to flap and wiggle.

“Come on girls. This is our cue,” Tammy shouted gleefully. And as ridiculous as it must have appeared, we bikini-clad chicks began to dance with the girls on the screen. Our images blended with theirs. It was hilarious as we shook our bottoms and flapped our wings. In the nearby room, the men hooted and laughed.

“Nice work, girls,” Heather teased. “Way to jiggle those jugs and bump those booties.”

Suddenly the young girls were gone, and a group of college girls were strolling along a sun-soaked beach. They stopped, spread blankets, applied oil to their skin, and laid down to tan. One curious head popped up and glanced around. This mischievous young blonde looked up and down the beach as far as she could see. There was no one in sight.

She caught the attention of the other girls, and motioned at the deserted beach. Convinced that they were alone, the blonde stood and pulled off her swimming suit. Now she pointed at the others, encouraging them to get naked as well. It wasn’t long before suits were flying in all directions. One last suit was tossed onto the sand. The coeds were now as bare as in their boyfriends’ dreams. One by one, each girl was featured briefly on-camera. The girls lay down again to soak up the sun, but this time without the worry of tan lines. Their images began to blur.

“Now it’s our turn,” Tammy exclaimed breathlessly. And with that she ripped off her top. The bottom of Tammy’s suit flew off with equal abandon. Heather quickly shed her suit as well. As I had suspected earlier in the day, I now saw that both girls had quite neatly trimmed muffs. My two girl friends pirouetted in their naked freedom. I thought I glimpsed something similar about them. Without their bikini bottoms on, didn’t they have matching tattoos on their butts? I moved closer for a better look.

“Let’s get with the program there, Francie,” Heather admonished, spreading her arms wide and giving me a shimmy show. Like the mischievous college girl, I looked up and down the play room. No men. With a conspiratorial whirl, I too pulled off my suit. Benito’s cameras played over my body. They liked what they saw. And so did the men, who were watching the relayed image intently.

“And now let’s see you shake that rack of yours, Francie.” Again I looked around. The coast was clear. I placed my hands behind my head and shook my tits for my friends. With their shrieks of encouragement, and feeling wonderfully uninhibited, I bent my knees and gave them a long sensuous stripper swirl. Benito’s cameras whirred with delight. The men were going crazy. Three gorgeous naked women were waiting for them in their play room. And the most beautiful of the three, the blonde, was hot and ready to go.

I may have felt a rush of freedom just then, but it would be my last for some time. It was now time for me to begin serving the men’s club. By the end of the evening, I would have become their favorite bitch.

“Men, it’s show time.” Robert, Jason and Clay removed their suits and came to join us. Their flags were flying at half staff and waving softly as they strode toward their impending pleasure. Soon these flags would be at full staff and they would be flapping against and into my soft skin.

The sun faded on the college girls. The screen, and in fact the entire room, became pitch black. Tammy grabbed my hand and together we felt our way back to the sofa. Heather quickly moved in the other direction and collected my suit. I would not be needing clothing for the rest of the evening. Instead, I was to be fetchingly nude except for my shiny red high heels.

Breast-Feeding and the Queen of the Nile

As Tammy and I landed on the sofa, a pretty calico cat appeared on screen. Heather kicked our legs aside and locked a wide upholstered foot stool to the base of the sofa. We three ladies stretched our legs out onto what had become a huge chaise lounge chair. The calico cat bent her head down and licked the head of a furry new-born at her tummy. First the camera zoomed in for a close-up of the kitten nursing, then panned out to show two other youngsters sucking on their mother as well. The family of kitties was now joined by a fat momma pig and four piglets milking her tits. These vignettes were pushed aside by an image of a young woman with a pair of nursing twins. Now there were close-ups of the mothers’ faces. Each of mothers closed their eyes contentedly as their babies nursed on their breasts. The images on the screen paused.

Soft hands with long fingernails reached for my breasts. It was only to confirm their location. The girls’ lips were on me. As the babies on screen resumed their suckling, the girls began nibbled on my nipples. They sucked them in. My breasts were big and ripe, ready to be used. Maternal instinct flushed over me. I wished that I too had a little baby to cuddle. As I closed my eyes, I saw that Colin was back with his camera. Although the room was bristling with lenses, in the next few minutes there would be many shots that could only be taken from narrow side angles. There was no substitute for a hand-held camera.

My nipples had firmed. They were surrounded by puckered saucers of dark skin. I felt the mouth on my right breast pull away… but only momentarily. When it returned, the lips seemed rougher. I felt down to the heads that were pleasuring me. Tammy was still nursing on my left teat, but my right was now being enveloped by a man’s lips. Robert had taken Heather’s place.

It wasn’t fair that I was the only girl who was receiving attention. I tried to get up so I could serve one of the other girls. As I tried to surrender my position to Tammy, she smiled up at me and told me to enjoy myself. She would be the recipient the next time. Then Tammy nodded toward Heather. The brunette was pushed back against the sofa as Clay began to suck her tits.

“Clay. You are so bad!” As he was sucking her breast, just as I would expect of Clay, he was also moving his hand down to her bush. Because Clay was sitting on her opposite side in the dark room, I couldn’t see that he was no longer wearing his suit. But I did suddenly remember that like Heather, the entrance to my womb was fully exposed. I tried to move my hands down to cover myself up.

With the torsos of the Robert and Tammy covering my chest, I quickly found it was impossible to reach down to even my waist. This was just part of the plan. My honey pot needed to be prepared for the fun to come. Modesty would only interfere with the necessary foreplay. Once Tammy and Heather had covered my breasts for the first time, my arms were to be kept from impeding the work that needed to be completed between my thighs.

As Robert and Tammy felt me try to move my arms down, they instead gently placed my elbows on the top of the sofa. This delightfully elevated my breasts for their use. My friends increased their playful assault on my soft mounds.

Once again, without conscious thought, I was starting to squirm. Pulses of current were emanating from my breasts. I twirled my wedding band, searching for resolve. These California parties were turning out to be pretty wild. If the single girls got this kind of treatment very often, I bet they ended up getting fucked a lot. I still had not realized that marital status had absolutely nothing to do with sexual utilization here. The men’s club would enjoy screwing my married frame just as much, or more, than sticking their dicks into either of my friends.

Kittens, pigs and the bare-bosomed mother were now pushed aside on the screen as the Egyptian pyramids came into view. The camera zoomed in and in and in. Before the minions stood Cleopatra, Queen of the Nile. She was regal with her long, straight hair and golden vestments. As the camera closed for a view of her stern face, the scene around her changed. Now Cleopatra was sitting on a fabric-covered throne. Her servants bowed before her.

With a nod of her staff, she selected a young male servant. She waived him forward. He knelt at her feet. She tapped his head with her staff. The young servant moved toward her and kissed her feet. She waited, and tapped again. He raised slightly and began to kiss her calves. The scene paused.

I felt lips on my feet. My knees were pressed tightly together. The lips moved to kiss the my calves.

On screen, Cleopatra tapped the servant again. The young man moved inside the queen’s vestments and kissed higher on her legs. She tapped again. Now the bulge in her gown crept up to the top of her legs. The queen tilted her head back and closed her eyes. The young man had reached her sex. For several minutes, the queen’s head lolled from side to side as the mound at her crotch raised and fell. Her young servant was pleasuring the queen with his tongue. The action on the screen froze momentarily.

I knew what was to happen next. The kisses had moved from my calves to above my knees. They were heading for my crotch. I couldn’t protect my pussy with my hands, so instead I kept my knees tight to each other. This worked for a minute or two. Suddenly Tammy and Robert bit both of my nipples. I squealed in pain. My legs flew open. The head at my thighs quickly moved between them. In instant recognition, I tried to squeeze my knees back together. It was too late. They had been separated by masculine shoulders. Jason was in position.

Cleopatra began to move again on the big screen. Her hips were rolling as the queen moaned in pleasure. Jason licked up the inside of my tender thighs. He forced me farther open with his shoulders. His tongue sought its destination. I could no longer resist him. With a final surge, he reached his furry target. His long tongue lapped the length of my slit. My legs spread wide of their own accord and my head tipped back. I was soon adding my own moans to those of Cleopatra.

On screen I saw Cleopatra’s eyes fluttering. Then my face joined hers. My eyes were fluttering as well. The cameras panned down to our hips, which were grinding into the tantalizing snakes that were slithering inside our womenly folds. I wrapped my legs around Jason. My body was as close to surrendering as I could ever have imagined. What were these people doing to me? And what were they going to want from me in the end? No time to think of that now as Jason flicked my clit over and over.

Peppermint Candy

Cleopatra began to move aside. Christmas music filled the play room. The image of a young black woman standing before a Christmas tree moved to the center of the screen. She plucked a candy cane off the tree and popped it into her mouth. A white woman with auburn hair joined her. The second woman selected an oversized peppermint stick from a candy dish on a nearby coffee table. She brought it to her nose and breathed in its aroma. It must have smelled sweet and refreshing as it’s fragrance blended with the scent of the pine tree. She slid the large stick of candy between her lips. I was expecting snow to rain down from the ceiling next. The auburn-haired woman was at center stage now. The fat peppermint stick was pleasing her. She began to suck it in and out, it’s large diameter puffing out her cheeks.




One Month of Service



As the camera closed tightly on her face, she was joined by an equally tight shot of Tammy. I looked down at the real Tammy, but she was still engrossed in suckling my breast. I raised my eyes from the real woman to the one on the screen. The camera began to move back. Tammy and the auburn-haired woman stood side by side with bulging cheeks. As the camera moved away from them, I could begin to see the auburn-haired woman’s peppermint stick.

Suddenly I saw that Tammy wasn’t sucking on candy! As I watched in stunned fascination, a man’s shiny penis withdrew from Tammy’s blood red lips. When it had pulled out nearly entirely, it slid into her mouth again. The auburn-haired woman’s image now diminished, and Tammy’s face was enlarged to huge proportions. The cock that buried itself in her was very long. On screen it stretched to three feet. How she could manage to take so much length into her?

Tammy was clearly not struggling with the task at hand. As her man-candy plunged into her a third time, her cheeks hollowed. She was clearly grasping him tightly with her cheeks, trying to prevent him from extracting his organ. For two minutes they continued their battle. I was engaged in a fight of my own, as lips continued to assault me on three fronts. I was nearly beyond reason, which was just as planned.

On screen, the camera panned back. I was beginning to see the man’s hips and butt. He had a cute ass. The camera pulled away further. Tammy bobbed up and down, enthusiastically sucking her lover’s stick. In a minute, I would be able to see who was fucking Tammy’s mouth. Finally the camera eased back enough so I could see the man’s face. I nearly fainted. It was Robert!

The action on the screen paused. I had been so engrossed in what I had been watching that I’d forgotten about the karaoke aspect of the entertainment. From the way the rest of the evening had gone, I had a pretty good idea what would be asked of me next... but I didn’t know how this overture would be made. I looked around me. The sofa underneath me begin to turn.

Soon I was almost parallel to the screen. To make room for this movement, Robert had given up his grip on my right breast. Cool air now evaporated the saliva he left behind. With the rotation of the sofa, the coolness on my breast, and the continuing electricity caused by Jason’s tongue, I had not noticed the other result of the sofa’s movement. Robert stood facing me, wearing only a smile. As I watched, my face was slowly spun right to his waiting erection! It was now clear that Robert, the same Robert who was pumping Tammy’s mouth on screen, would be the one who would ask me to duplicate her feat.

I looked at the Robert on the screen, and back to the real Robert. He had been aroused by the expectation that he would soon be plunging his member into the mouth of the beautiful young blonde in front of him. But he wasn’t as big in real life as he was on screen. His partially inflated manhood was inches from me. It wasn’t the same magnificent specimen Tammy was romancing on screen.

This was only the second penis I had ever seen up close. Robert must have sensed my curiosity, because he (and Benito) gave me plenty of time to inspect the hunk of man in front of me. I didn’t fully appreciate it then, but Robert has a gorgeous cock. The head is perfectly circumcised. It was a kitten’s nose that smiled up at me. On many men, veins surround and bulge from the shaft as they inflate it with the indirect purpose of a slow moving river. Robert’s member, however, is fed by sleek vessels of pulsing purple fluid. These racing stripes now extended the length of his dancing cobra.

He leaned forward and brushed the tip of his beautiful cock against my cheek. I didn’t pull away. If I turned toward him right now, I knew he would push his peppermint candy into my mouth. I couldn’t offer Robert that pleasure. He recognized my hesitancy. With his aromatic manhood, Robert began to trace small circles on my cheek.

“Francine,” he whispered to me. “Lick your lips. It will make it easier for me to slip my cock into your mouth.” I shouldn’t have, but I did as he requested. I looked back to the screen. My cheeks were flushed. And as I licked my blood red lips, they began to shine brightly. I was the picture of exactly what Robert wanted. Still I made no movement toward him. Sensing my indecision, Benito resumed the action on the screen. Perhaps I was being spared.

The primary image had returned to a close-up of Tammy’s face and Robert’s peppermint stick. But now my face joined Tammy’s. Colin had positioned himself so my likeness duplicated Tammy’s… except Robert’s manhood was not in me as it was in Tammy. Why did I feel that this was about to change?

As he caressed my cheek with the soft tip of his hard lance, Robert waited patiently to be invited into my mouth. Tammy gave my left breast a last kiss and eased away. Robert placed my hands on his hips. He stopped his circular movement on my cheek. Instead, he began an up-and-down motion that I recognized in an instant. More directly than before, I was being asked to partake in the same meal Tammy was enjoying with such vigor.

My cunt was throbbing from Jason’s talented tongue. Robert’s member had been coated with peppermint extract, so I was breathing in his combination of man and mint. I watched Tammy take Robert’s full length once again. Only one man had ever been in my mouth. Was I really thinking about sucking in a second? Benito turned up the volume. The sensuous sound of Tammy happily slurping Robert’s cock filled the play room. The atmosphere could not have been more erotic. My senses were raw. I was not thinking clearly.

“It is time, Francine,” Robert informed me. “Turn toward me. I am going to make love to your mouth now just as I have enjoyed Tammy so many times before.”

My response to Robert’s invitation was made more by sexual instinct than by mental deduction. I glanced from the cock on the screen back to the waiting Robert. Then, I very subtly turned toward him.

Little did I know the importance of this slight movement. Robert understood full well that by this small acquiescence I had made the last decision needed. In the span of only a couple of hours, the men’s club had worn down my defenses and had broken my will to resist. I had now made my choice. I was going to let a man I just met fuck me in the mouth!

This seemingly small choice would soon cascade into much more. With one slight lilt of the head, I had just lost control of my body. I had begun a dramatic transformation from faithful wife to a woman who served men in the most basic of ways. It would only take a few minutes more to complete the change. One-half hour from now, I would have become exactly what the men’s club wanted… a beautiful woman who no longer chose her partners. A sexy young female whose body could and would be used whenever and however the men’s club wanted.

The nose of Robert’s penis brushed across my cheek, as it celebrated my new life of service. With a mind of its own, his purple snake made its way to its intended target. Robert slowly completed his journey across my face. The tip of his candy cane nestled at the entrance to my mouth. He was in no hurry. In fact, he was savoring this moment. I looked up at him and parted my lips almost imperceptibly. He returned my gaze with a smile. At the same time, he pushed gently forward, using his member to force my slick red lips out of the way. My eyes were wide with wonder as a new man buried his cock in my mouth for the first time.

Initially, sucking Robert was easy. He tasted good, and he wasn’t as big as I had expected. Over the course of a few strokes, however, Robert expanded dramatically, both in length and diameter. He also became quite a bit more firm. He was feeding me more and more of his cock with each thrust, and now there was more of it to feed.

My prior oral experiences with Michael had involved only the tip of his member. I had never even considered letting him push all the way in. But I was sensing that Robert would not be willing to accept this half-hearted effort. And Robert had also demonstrated that he was bigger than Michael. Taking a man as large as Robert completely in my mouth would require some special skill. I didn’t have it at that time. Robert’s fat cock was in as far as I could accept. My gag reflex kept me from taking him fully.

I watched Tammy on screen and marveled at the ease with which she could accept all of Robert. If Tammy could take him all the way in, I felt I should be able to as well. I was determined to try. I watched Tammy and tried to copy her.

“Relax, Francie. I’m going to slide it right down your throat now,” Robert encouraged as he grasped the back of my head. I tried my best to accommodate him. Robert pressed his fleshy stick farther in. I had nearly all of him in my mouth now. As his pubic hair tickled my nose, my jaws spread wide to take in his final broad girth. He was brushing along the inside of both cheeks.

I was concentrating mightily on the task at hand. As I did, the back of the sofa began to fall away from me. Robert moved forward in perfect symphony with the receding cushions. Within a minute, I was flat on my back. Without missing a stroke, he had swung his right leg over me and had sat down on my chest. He now gently eased his knees as high up into my armpits as he could.

I hadn’t been very vigilant during this transition. The dynamic between us had just changed. I was no longer a volunteer. Robert had just pinned me to the sofa. He was now feeding me his cock with as much force as he wished.

Jason Gets First Crack

One benefit of turning the sofa had been that even though prone, I could still rotate my head slightly and see the screen between Robert and the cushions. He slid a bit to my left to let me watch myself perform. Even though Colin was still filming my mouth, an image of me taken from below my feet now also came on screen. It was a wanton image. My legs were wrapped around the man who was sucking my clit. Another man was riding my tits and was beginning to fuck my face in earnest.

Tammy popped up on screen to join me. She too was on her back. But she looked different than in the previous scene. A close-up of her face showed that she was much more apprehensive… less confident. I soon deduced that I was watching film of Tammy being taken by the men’s club for the first time. It would not be long before I would understand that my future was to mirror this record of Tammy’s past. I was about to be taken as well!

Benito started to sweat in the production studio. The most important scenes were now at hand. He had botched this sequence once before. He was determined not to let it happen again.

It was an outer body experience as I watched the screen. In front of me, Robert was feeding Tammy and me his big cock. And in real life, I could taste the peppermint flavor as he increased the pace of his thrusts into my soft mouth.

There were now four images on the screen: a close-ups of Tammy’s face, a similar close-up of my face, and overall views of Tammy and me lying on this very same sofa. It was becoming difficult for me to keep track of who was in each image. On screen, Jason stood up in one of the overview shots. I could still feel him on me. It was the Jason who was with Tammy. He whispered something into her ear. Her eyes widened, but she wasn’t much more expressive than that. She couldn’t be. Robert was humping her face with his dick.

Tammy’s eyes were now furtive. She tried to cross her legs. Heather and another girl appeared and grasped Tammy’s knees. They untangled her legs and raised her sparkling slippers high in the air. Robert took Tammy’s hands in his and pulled her hands behind her head. As Jason moved back between Tammy’s legs, the men’s club logo came on screen. Tammy looked up at it, just as I did right then. Her image was the same as the woman in the logo… both were naked, with their hands behind their heads, legs spread, and high heels pointed toward the sky. There was one difference between Tammy and the logo. Tammy didn’t have a man between her legs. Jason now moved to resolve that difference.

He didn’t bend his face back to Tammy’s well-moistened lower lips. Instead, Jason knelt between her thighs and forced her legs far apart with his knees. He bent forward. On screen, close-ups of Tammy’s love nest and her expressive eyes told the story of being used by the men’s club her first time. Jason’s cock touched the hair above her womanly folds. Tammy’s gaze swept rapidly to left and right. Jason’s spear slid down to caress her lower lips. Its tip found the opening it was searching for. Tammy’s eyes went wide. She stared straight ahead. Jason’s cock pushed her velvet lips aside and he sunk into the redhead’s warm pussy.

He didn’t wait for her to adjust. He pulled part way out and plunged in again, but this time with more force. Soon he had bottomed out in the nubile young woman on screen. With delight he began to rock in and out of his new playmate, using long slow strokes. The cheeks of his ass hollowed as he pushed powerfully into her each time.

Then I felt Jason’s lips pull away from me! It was to be my turn now.

“Francine,” Jason whispered in my ear, “since the day you married Michael, has anyone other than your husband made love to you?”

I wasn’t able to give him a verbal answer right then, so I nodded no with my eyes. I scrunched my eyebrows into a frown to show my disapproval of what he was about to suggest. Robert gave a hard push to make sure I hadn’t forgotten him. I felt Robert all the way in the back of my throat.

Jason fought for my attention. “This will be a new experience for you then. You are a very sexy woman. Those big tits and long shapely legs of yours are the perfect formula for a woman who is built to serve men. From the moment I met you tonight, I knew I had to get my cock into you. Seeing you in that tight bikini simply confirmed my earlier desire. I need a piece of that gorgeous body of yours now Francine.”

I blushed, in spite of my present predicament as Jason expressed his desire.

“Finally you are wet and ready for me, Francine. So I’m going to take a nice long ride between those soft tender thighs of yours. I’m going to fuck you now.”

I spit Robert’s member out of my mouth. “You can’t, Jason. I’m not on birth control. You would make me pregnant!”

Now it was Jason’s turn to frown. “That is a problem, Francie. But it occurs to me that you’re not in much of a position to negotiate right now. I’d say you’re much more in the position of a woman who is about to get laid. Take a look on the screen, and tell me what you think.”

I looked. Jason was right. I was lying on my back, naked, and there was a sparkle of moisture between my wide-spread legs. The woman on the screen was ready to be fucked. In a futile gesture, I closed my knees together.

“But I’ll tell you what,” Jason offered in concession. “I’ll pull out at the end.”

“Jason, do you promise??” I begged with beseeching eyes.

Robert plunged his dick back into my mouth. The discussion was over.

Hands grasped my knees and spread them back apart. Heather and Tammy lifted my calves high into the air. Robert pulled my hands up behind my head. I was now completely vulnerable and available. I looked to the screen. The men’s club logo appeared. My nude image now mirrored the woman in the logo perfectly. My legs formed an inviting V for the only thing I was missing… a man to fill me up. I realized at that moment that I had been painstakingly prepared and positioned to receive into my womanly glove the first member of the men’s club.

I flashed back to earlier in the evening, when I had tried to stuff too large a swimsuit into my handbag. I didn’t really know how large Jason was. If Jason tried to put his puffed up rod into me, would my own moist purse experience the same fate? What if Jason was too big to fit?

Adultery had never crossed my mind before, but there was no denying that the shapely blonde on the screen was me. And there was little doubt that the stud in front of me would be fucking me within minutes. There wasn’t much I would be able to do to stop him. For a brief second, I only wondered whether I would be able to stretch myself around his fully enlarged love muscle.

Robert continued his assault on my mouth. Jason’s downy legs brushed my inner thighs as he knelt between them. He closed on me purposefully, just as he had on Tammy moments before. Jason forced my legs apart with his knees. He leaned forward, leading with his staff.

I squirmed as I felt the tip of his member nestle into my love nest. I couldn’t let him fuck me without a fight. The girls allowed me freedom of movement as long as I kept my legs elevated. Each time Jason tried to position himself for entry, I wiggled away. I was successful at keeping him at bay for a number of minutes. But the additional foreplay was heightening Jason’s passion… and my own.

I looked to the screen. Jason had become a beautiful specimen of a man. He was big, and he was solid. I had lubricated the tip of his manhood, which now shimmered in readiness. Jason aimed once more at the moving target beneath him. This time I didn’t squirm. I was married. I loved my husband dearly. But I had been watching women get fucked on and off for nearly an hour now. I needed some too. At that moment, all I think about was Jason putting that big dick into me. Jason eased his crown forward, pushing my outer folds out of his way. I raised my hips to give him a perfect angle of attack. It was the ultimate surrender, and he knew it.

I expected Jason to enter me right away. He didn’t. Now that I had acknowledged my need for him, he reestablished control. Five seconds went by with Jason’s cock poised at the entrance to my love tunnel. Surely he wasn’t going to leave me hanging like this, was he? Five more seconds went by. I squirmed beneath him, but now I was trying with all my might to entice him into me. Five more seconds. Finally I felt a slight increase in pressure. If I had looked to the screen right then, I would have seen my eyes widen and lock straight ahead. Jason pushed forward and forced his way in.

I lurched involuntarily. Electricity flowed through my raw nerve endings. It was wrong to be having sex with someone other than Michael, but Jason was a big, hard man. I could no longer deny it. Jason had set me on fire. Now he was feeding the flames. His cock was hitting all the right places. He felt so good inside me, and he hadn’t even put it all in yet!

Jason had been right about one thing. I was ready for him. At a primal level, I wanted him to fuck me just as much as he wanted to screw me. But I now had two men in me and I was in heaven. Considering how I was feeling, I wondered to myself… was Jason right about something else too? Was I built especially to serve men. Jason smiled and withdrew partially. He ploughed in again, this time with more force. Still he was only halfway in. Withdraw and push. Withdraw and push. Finally, he bottomed out and paused.

One thing was now answered. Jason was bigger than Michael, but I could accept him. It was just that for the first time my pussy was completely full of man. My womanly glove tried to adjust to its new owner. Except for Robert, who continued to please himself in my mouth, Jason and I now mimicked the men’s club logo perfectly. Tomorrow I would learn the importance of this.

Tammy and her suitors had become quite active on screen. She had accepted her fate and had wrapped her thighs around Jason. I did the same. The video images, more than the feelings in my cheeks, reminded me that Robert had quite a head start (so to speak) on Jason. The Roberts were nearing their finish line. Tammy’s Robert now forced her face into the sofa. He threw back his head and shot his load down her throat. I watched to see Tammy’s reaction, because a man had never cum in my mouth before. I wanted to see how Tammy responded to this.




One Month of Service



I was not to learn Tammy’s reaction just then. Robert’s cock began to swell. I slackened my jaws as much as I could to accept his new volume. He pressed my head hard into the sofa. With a shriek he spewed his seed into me. One spurt, then another. He spasmed five times in all. I couldn’t swallow it all. His sticky goo bubbled out around his shaft. The rest flowed down my throat like honey.

I rasped through my nose for breath. Robert eased back to give me air. He slowly deflated and withdrew his shiny penis. Now spent, Robert rolled off my chest and laid beside me on the sofa. He was my first satisfied partner of the evening.

Jason now had me where he had wanted me all along. With Robert gone, he had my undivided attention. We were man and woman united in the most intimate, and pleasurable, way. After spending what he felt was most of the evening kissing my crotch, he began to rock purposefully on his new horse. He rubbed his bare chest across my big jugs. Just as when we had danced earlier, Jason’s nipple ring scratched across my tit. I was in ecstasy as this powerful man used me. On every thrust, I now met his hips with my own. Each time he pushed, I pushed back and threw him into the air for the beginning of another dual.

On screen, Tammy’s Jason finished. He forced her legs wide apart and with one last furious thrust, planted his seed into her fertile tummy. I was too caught up in my own emotions to notice. But I did remember Jason’s one important promise to me.

“Pull out, Jason,” I panted. “Not inside me!” He quickened his pace. I didn’t know whether or not he would honor his earlier pledge.

His thrusts were now strong and sure. With a final push, I saw his eyes glaze over. I pushed him off and forced him out of my pussy. He sprayed his lacy pearls onto my belly.

Jason Wants Seconds

The girls appeared, with moist towels. They cleaned my lips and belly. They didn’t offer to clean up either Robert or Jason.

On screen, Tammy and I had disappeared. Soft music played. The calico cat and her kittens reappeared. It was bath time for the family. Mother kitty licked and cleaned her kittens. Now there were two cats cleaning kittens. Now four. The screen was filled with mothers washing kittens with their tongues. Jason was still lying on top of me.

Jason raised his chest up and straddled my slender waist. I felt his testicles resting on my tummy. Assuming that I had completed my service, I expected Jason to roll off as Robert had. He didn’t.

“Francie, I pulled out like you asked. But now I’m all sloppy. You’ll clean me up, won’t you?”

Now I knew why the kittens were on the screen. Jason wanted me to lick his member clean. He slid up to Robert’s former position, wedging his knees tightly in my armpits. He wiggled his bottom into my breasts, causing his placid member to sway back and forth in front of me. Then he leaned forward and pressed his dick against my cheek. It was wet and sticky. Unlike Robert’s penis, it didn’t have a fragrant aroma. Jason’s cock gave off a pungent scent. It was the smell of sex. I shouldn’t have liked it. But it appealed to me on a certain level.

Jason started to move his sticky wand against my cheek. Either I would lick him, or my cheek was going to become a gooey mess. I turned and licked. He smiled down at me.

“Be sure to get my balls, too,” he instructed.

My face joined the kittens on screen. We women licked and cleaned. And as I washed Jason, I felt a new set of lips settle onto my vulva. I hadn’t cum with Jason. I still needed to be finished off. Maybe this would be how.

I had given Jason’s sack as much attention as it was going to receive from me. I was hurrying to finish cleaning his member. Unfortunately for me, however, the thought and image of my lips on his shaft were bringing him back to life.

The kittens began to fade away on screen. A new face took center stage. It was Heather.

Like Tammy earlier, this Heather appeared to be jumpy, almost frightened. A man’s rigid sex stick was brushing against her cheek. The camera panned back. Jason was astride her, trying to feed her his cock. One of my favorite heavy metal songs began to play in the background. My image popped up on screen to mirror Heather.

The Jasons on screen were forceful. Heather and I tried to avoid his member, but its head kept following our mouths. He kept pressing it to our lips. Heather gave in first, and Jason’s cock slipped into her mouth. I struggled longer. Finally, to get things moving, Jason pressed my nostrils together. I took a breath through my mouth. Along with a breath of air, I received a second dick within a half hour. On screen, I could see that Jason was winning his battle with both Heather and me. He had wedged more than half of himself into each of us. At the same time, the lips on my crotch were causing me to squirm again.

Taken by Clay

While I had been struggling with Jason, the volume of the music had risen. I wasn’t enjoying Jason’s dick in my mouth, but the music and the attention on my pussy were making up for it. Jason began to push in rhythm with the music. I began to suck him in the same rhythm.

Full body shots joined our faces on screen. It was Clay between our legs.

Clay got up from Heather and walked over to her face. Her eyes showed that she didn’t like what he was saying. Jason kept fucking her mouth.

Clay returned to her crotch, and kneeled between her legs. He flicked her clit with his finger. Heather thought that Clay was grazing against her lower lips with a different finger. She began to buck and thrash about. Two girls came to restrain her legs. Clay flicked her pussy again. She moved violently on the sofa. Four more times Clay tickled her bush, with the same result. But Heather was tiring. She was now ready to be taken.

Jason forcibly pulled Heather’s arms up over her head. The men’s club logo appeared on screen. Clay brushed her pussy with the head of his cock. Mentally and physically, Heather was too beaten to resist. He took time to play in her hair. He pulled her vulva apart. Heather allowed him to do what he wanted. So he positioned himself comfortably on top of her and simply sank his dick into the brunette.

As Clay began to press into Heather on the screen, the scene froze. Clay stood up to talk to me. It was very clear to me that he was going to try to fuck me too.

“Francine. It’s time for you and me now, baby. I thought I’d better warn you, though. I’m not as nice a guy as Jason. I won’t be pulling out. I’m going to fill your fertile little belly with my potent seed.”

My god! Now I knew why Heather was resisting so strenuously. I could NOT let Clay impregnate me. Nevertheless, he moved back down between my thighs and spread my legs apart. Below my flat youthful stomach, puffy lips stared up at him. It was the invitation he had been waiting for.

The volume of my rock music grew dramatically. It was now as loud as a rock concert in the play room. We could feel the pounding base shake the sofa. Thinking became difficult as the music rattled our brains. Jason pulled my hands up behind my head. The girls raised my stiletto heels high into the air. The men’s club logo came back up on the screen. I once again matched the position of the woman in the logo. Although I may have been a faithful wife at the beginning of the evening, I was about to be fucked for the second time in less than an hour. In fact, I was well on my way to becoming the preferred bitch in the house.

There was no point in screaming. Even if Jason hadn’t been filling my mouth just then, no one would have heard me over the music. Clay flicked my clit with his finger. I didn’t flinch. I had seen how he wore Heather down. I was determined that he would not dupe me the same way. He flicked me again, and again I didn’t move. Too late I felt his hairy legs against my smooth thighs. An instant later, searing pain radiated from my crotch. He had forced all nine inches of his cock into me on the first stroke.

The bastard. He saw that I wasn’t reacting, so he just took me right away. And he wasn’t waiting now either. He pulled part way out and rammed back in just as forcefully as the first time. I was in so much pain I couldn’t move. On the third thrust, however, I knew I had to resist now or it would be too late. I squirmed and tried to buck him off. He simply sunk in as far as he could and let me do the work.

It was an effective tactic. With all of the attention I’d received, I still hadn’t cum. The music, Jason’s dick in my mouth, and the need for release began to change my attitude. Two attempts at escape had only had the effect of burying Clay full depth in my womb. He was electrifying my love channel.

I began thinking less and less about becoming pregnant. I began thinking more and more about how great Clay’s member felt as he slid it in and out of me.. Clay recognized the change. He began to roughly accommodate my need to be fucked.

Only mildly aware of the struggle for supremacy of my lower body, Jason increased his tempo. The joy of a second union with the most beautiful woman to ever grace the men’s club hastened his second peak.

Music colored all we were doing. Rough tunes and Clay’s harshness on my vagina caused me to be tough with Jason. I raked my teeth along his member as he fed it to me. He would remember his time with me for many days.

My jaws began to ache from having held my mouth open so wide for so long. My oral muscles would get relief soon. Jason was now a piston, and I was the cylinder block. He redlined as he raced to the top of the hill. He could almost see over the summit. One last powerful push. Jason’s toes curled and his legs locked. He had crested the pinnacle of his emotion. His dipstick injected me with his hot fluid.

Clay saw Jason go limp on top of me. He practically threw Jason off. It was now Clay and me, each on a primal search for release. I willingly put my hands behind my head, sticking my tits out to him. I voluntarily raised my legs around the wild man on top of me. I wanted to be the woman in the logo. Maybe tomorrow I would regret what I was doing… but right now, I was overcome with passion. Clay’s passion peaked before mine.

It was the best of times for Clay. I was one of his best fucks ever. It was the worst of times for me. Colin had continued to film my wanton pursuit for sexual release. I wasn’t going to get it with Clay. He had used me for his own pleasure. And now he would finish before me. He pushed my legs up to my breasts and pounded into me. With a final shove, he buried his cock into me as far as any man before him. I felt him shoot his sperm into the back wall of my womb. With a sinking feeling, I knew I was pregnant… and I hadn’t even experienced the ultimate pleasure during procreation.

Clay was a bastard for fucking me in the first place, a bastard for planting weed seeds in my fertile garden, and now he was a bastard a third time for not fucking me long enough. Three strikes and he was out.

“Clay, get the hell off of me,” I screamed over the music. Now that Clay had finished, the volume subsided. Clay rolled off.

The True Leader of the Tribe

I was tired, frustrated and raw. The screen had been dark. Now it lit up with another scene. What could it possibly be now? I had already drained three men. On the screen was an African village, late at night. Partially clad men and women danced around a fire. A ceremony of some type was being depicted. The camera forced its way into the center of the circle. A chieftain stood in the middle of the ring. It was Colin!

As I watched, transfixed, Colin’s body was rubbed with oil. He was placed down on an ornate mat. The men of the tribe removed his loincloth. The women of the tribe oiled his genitals. I stared in disbelief as his cock grew and grew. It was clear why he was the chief.

A big-busted young woman approached him. The older women of the tribe stripped her of her native clothes. The young virgin glistened in the firelight. She too had been oiled. I now realized the purpose of the ceremony. This was a fertility ritual. The tribe was celebrating the conception of a new chief.

The girl was beautiful. She was flushed, because she knew what she was to do in front of the rest of the village. Two men moved forward and created a seat for the young maiden with their arms. She sat down in the cradle they formed for her. The tribal elders lifted the youthful woman up off the ground, and carried her solemnly to the chief. Words were spoken and chants were sung. Drums began to beat.

As two women held the chief’s member vertical, the elders lowered the virgin onto the chief. She whimpered. He lay there stoically as the head of his cock disappeared into her. The scene paused…

I turned to see what was happening in the room. A few feet away from me, Colin now lay on his back. He was nude. His erection stood above him, proud and tall. The drums began to beat again.

At this point, I knew that I had made some terrible mistakes during the evening. I would surely pay for these sins tomorrow. But tonight, I wanted to finally get this ache out of my crotch. Someone had to finish me off. Colin clearly had the right qualifications. He was the chief. I was the maiden. The village wanted an heir to the throne. I wanted his cock for my own. As the drums beat their primal rhythm, I crawled to him.

Colin is not an aggressive man. And yet as he lay there and saw me moving toward him, his heart skipped a beat. He didn’t see an African maiden in front of him. Instead he saw a sexy blonde with narrow hips, a flat stomach and pendulous breasts. A blonde in racy high heels, with painted lips, and nothing less than lust in her eyes. This was going to be a very easy fuck.

When I reached Colin, I gave his fudgesicle a kiss. It was too big to even think about putting in my mouth… and I had already had enough of that for one night. I needed his magnificent tool in another way. I eased up over him, paused, and sank down on that fantastic love muscle. My blonde fur contrasted starkly with his dark chocolate skin as my pink lips enveloped him.

I think the only reason I was able to take him in so easily was that I’d already been properly primed twice in the past few minutes. Between my natural juices and Clay’s leftovers, I was able to coat Colin’s muscle a little more with each wonderful stroke. I was glad to be on top. I could control the length and speed of Colin’s penetration into my depths. After only a couple of minutes, we’d settled into a comfortable rhythm. I loved my husband and had made love to him many times, but I truly believe that lovemaking could not get any better than what I was experiencing right then. The drums continued to beat in the background.

Robert Surprises Me from Behind

Colin reached for my tits. I bent forward to make it easier for him to fondle me. Unknowingly, at the same time I was also raising my shapely butt in the air. This made for a great view from behind. And then I felt fingers on my ass. I looked up to the screen, suspecting that I’d find myself up there. I was again the featured image. Robert had moved in behind me. It was a little disconcerting, but as I continued to pump Colin, Robert continued to play with my bottom.

Did I just feel Robert apply something slippery to my rosebud? I should have known what he had in mind, but I was engrossed in the ride I was enjoying on Colin’s dick. It didn’t dawn on me until I felt something pushing at the tight nub between my cheeks. I looked up to the screen. Robert’s cock was rigid again. He was intent on forcing his way into my ass.

Until I’d seen it in the movie earlier that evening, I wouldn’t have believed what was about to happen. But it was very real now. I was about to be screwed by two men at the same time. The primal drums continued to beat.

Colin was holding down my arms… I wasn’t going anywhere. Robert pushed against me harder. He clutched my tiny waist in his hands. As he massaged my soft skin, he could feel my breath coming in gasps. Robert had attained the perfect angle now. One deliberate shove and he broke through my outer membrane. In three powerful thrusts, he had buried his cock up my ass.

With two dicks in me, I realized the closeness of my front and rear channels. I wondered if the men could feel each other’s shafts as they rocked in and out of me. They were separated by only a thin layer of me.

Robert was in the position of power. He initiated the movements. Colin and I followed along. It took a few strokes, but we eventually synchronized our movements. And then came a new wrinkle.

And Clay Makes Three

Clay stepped right into the middle of our pile of bodies and kneeled over Colin’s chest. He was facing toward me. I had a bad feeling about this.

“So we meet again, Francine,” he started, feigning sweetness. “Mind if I join in?”

He started stroking his penis, to make it bigger.

As I continued rocking with Colin and Robert, I replied “And what do you think you’re going to do with that sorry thing, Clay?”

“It’s my gift to you, Francie.”

Colin reached around Clay and gathered in my hands. Colin pulled my arms toward his chest. Without my elbows to hold me up, my torso fell toward Clay. My tits fell into his waiting palms. There was nothing left to support my upper body now except my breasts. Clay used my own weight to tease me. As Robert rocked me forward and back, my pointed nipples dropped onto Clay’s probing fingers again and again.

Clay lowered his hands, and Colin pulled my arms to him more. I continued to fall, and now realized where I was headed. My ruby red lips landed directly on Clay’s waiting penis.

“If you put that thing in my mouth, I swear I’ll bite it off,” I spit at Clay.

“I was afraid you might feel that way,” he responded with mock regret.

He reached under the sofa and slipped a choker around my neck. A meaningful tug caused my airway to tighten. I realized immediately who was in charge. Clay had made his point very clear.

“Do we understand each other, Francine?” he asked rhetorically. I nodded weakly in reply.

Clay brushed the purple head of his cock under my nose. “Open wide, Francine.”

I opened, but not wide. It was still enough for Clay to slip his poker between my red lips. As my nose buried itself in Clay’s pubic hair, I thought about the incredible turn of events my life had taken during the last hour. Earlier in the evening, I had been overly concerned about how racy I might look in a tight bikini. And now, I was bent over a black stud with three cocks in me. If someone had told me a day ago that this would be happening to me, I would have laughed in their face. But it was no laughing matter now. Three men and I were all moving to a pulsing beat. We all wanted the same thing… release!

Drums pounded in our heads. Passion pounded in our groins. The cameras whirred, taking in the debauchery in the room. I wasn’t thinking straight or I’d have realized that my fate had now been signed and sealed. My previously pristine body now belonged to the men’s club. As they broke in their new toy, they were already looking forward to using their new asset to the fullest in the weeks to come.

My jaws were really getting tired from having sucked on men so long. I thought about the porno movie we’d watched and tried to figure how I could get Clay off as quickly as possible. I recaptured my hands from Colin, and eased them up Clay’s thighs. He liked it.

With one hand and then the other, I cupped his balls in my palms. I stroked the underside of his sack with my finger nails. I had a wicked plan. As I fondled his basket of seeds with one hand, he felt my other hand slide under his crotch. He tried to close his legs together, but I wouldn’t allow it.

If it possible to smile with a cock in your mouth, I did just then. I looked him in the eyes and rammed my middle finger up his asshole. He leapt forward into my mouth where I raked his shaft with my teeth. He was lucky. His screaming nerve endings threw him over the edge. He coated my tonsils with cream. I gave him a minute to regain his senses, then I threw him aside.