18 comments/ 57546 views/ 1 favorites Hospitality By: LiquidPearl It was almost midnight when my husband's best friend, Josh, stumbled through the back door. I looked at the clock and shook my head. Why did he always stay out so late on a work night? No wonder it was so hard to wake him up in the morning. My good, sensible husband had gone to bed hours ago. I guess maybe I was glad Josh stayed up so late. The company was nice on the long sleepless nights that I, as an insomniac, suffered from so often. He had been living with us for a month now, and I don't think I'd seen him go to bed before 2 AM even once, no matter how early he had to get up in the morning. Not that I was surprised with all the stress he was going through with the divorce. The only reason he was even living with us is because his wife had gotten a restraining order on him so he couldn't go home to his own house. So here we both were, midnight on a Tuesday, neither one of us able to sleep. Josh strolled into the living room where I sat writing, working on my book like I always did in the late, quiet hours of the night. I could tell he'd been drinking, if not by the half empty beer in his hand, then by the strong smell of alcohol wafting from his direction. He flopped down on the couch next to me and offered me a sip of beer, but I declined, never having cared for it much. "Hey, 'sup, woman," he slurred. "Where's your man at?" "Its midnight, he's in bed," I told him. "So what are you up to?" "Nothing much, just sittin' here by myself like usual," I replied, feeling a bit lonely and forlorn as I spoke. "I'm gonna go downstairs and watch tv if you wanna come down and hang," he offered. "Yeah, I'll be down in a minute," I told him. I heard him wobble down the stairs to the basement, to the little family room with the pull out couch that he was using while he stayed with us. Saving the small amount of progress I had made that evening, I turned off my computer and followed him downstairs. He was sitting on the couch in the dark, only a small sliver of light from the basement stairwell spilling into the room. Sitting down beside him, we both sat there for a few minutes, the occasional slosh of liquid as he took a swig of his beer the only sound. Josh was never this quiet. He was the happy boisterous type, a big goofy grin constantly plastered across his face as he entertained everyone with the many tales of his drunken debaucheries. But tonight he seemed somber, introspective. It was so out of character for him that it had me worried. "What's wrong?" I finally asked him. "Nothin', just tired." He replied. "I need a vacation." "What you need," I told him, "Is to skip a few nights of partying and get some sleep." "Your probably right," he agreed with a laugh, "but we both know that ain't gonna happen." I knew he was right, and we sat in silence for a little while more. He was so quite I had begun to think he'd fallen asleep. I started to get up and go back to work on my book, when he spoke again. "I don't know if I've thanked you for letting me stay here," he said. "I really do appreciate it more then I can say. I feel guilty imposing on you guys like this." "Josh, you've been Mike's best friend since high school," I told him. "You know our home is your home." "Your a good friend," he said, putting his arm around my shoulder. I allowed him to pull me over to him and rested my head on his chest. There was nothing unusual about us sitting like that together, his arm around me, my head resting on his chest or shoulder. We had been close, almost like brother and sister, for most of the six years that we'd known each other. We often got physical together. Wrestling, tickling, pushing and shoving, hugs and a quick kiss on the cheek were not uncommon. But tonight something seemed different. As we sat there together, in the quiet, in the dark, I was very aware of his heart beat beneath my cheek, strong and steady, if not a little fast. I could feel his chest rising and falling with each breath, feel his body heat penetrating through his shirt. He suddenly seemed so human and vulnerable. I draped my arm across his waist and hugged him, wishing I could ease his pain. He rested his cheek on my forehead and sighed. He shifted his position a little, getting more comfortable, which caused the bottom of his sweatshirt to pull up from the waistband of his jeans. I realized my arm was no longer resting on fabric, but on bare skin instead. He seemed to take in a sharp breath as he became aware of the unexpected skin-on-skin contact. His belly felt soft and warm against my bare arm, and before I could stop myself, I found my fingers gently stroking his smooth skin, toying with the light scattering of hair that trailed down his abdomen and disappeared below his belt. He let out a soft moan and tightened his arm around my shoulder, his fingers digging into my upper arm. "God, that feels good," he whispered so softly that at first I wasn't sure if he had really said anything. I slipped my hand up under his shirt, exploring the muscled contours of his chest. My thumb brushed over his right nipple and I felt him shiver against me. He turned towards me, wrapping both arms around my waist. Next thing I knew, he had pulled me onto his lap. I straddled his thighs, feeling the hard evidence of his desire pulsing between us. "You have no idea how bad I want you," he murmured in my ear, "how bad I've wanted you since the first time I saw you." His words penetrated me to the core, making the place between my thighs melt into quivering wetness. He must have sensed my need, or maybe felt the damp heat radiating from my pussy, because his fingers were tugging my panties aside. He slipped a fingertip into my soft folds, seeking out and finding the engorged clit that anxiously awaited his touch. The tip of his finger teased the throbbing little bud as he ever so slowly and excruciatingly circled around it and stroked beside it, above it, below it, everywhere but its sensitive tip, which I knew would make me explode into orgasm. "Please let me cum," I whimpered softly. "Say my name first," he commanded, his voice soft but firm in the darkness. "I want to make sure you know who's making you cum." "Mmm, Josh," I sighed into is ear. "Please, Josh, make me cum." I sucked gently on his earlobe as I gyrated my hips, desperate to get my clit under his maddeningly elusive touch. "Say it again." "Josh, oh, Josh, please," I pleaded, pressing my body against him and twining my fingers through his hair. This seemed to satisfy him, because a few endless seconds later he was plunging his fingers into my dripping wet cunt, sliding them in and out a few times before finally attacking my clit, using his thumb to work it into a furious orgasm. I buried my face against his neck to muffle the unstoppable cry of relief that erupted from my lips. My body shivered uncontrollably, my inner muscles contracting around his fingers while I exploded with wave after wave of pleasure. He seemed to instinctively know the exact moment to stop toying with my clit, after my orgasm had subsided, but before it became oversensitive and unbearable to be touched. I found his lips in the darkness, felt them part beneath my own, tasted the beer and cigarettes on his breath as our tongues met. His hands were on my hips under my nightshirt, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. I slid a hand down to his belt and worked the buckle free, following quickly with the button and zipper of his jeans. His rigid cock sprang free of its denim prison, and he groaned into my mouth as I ran teasing fingertips along its length. I could feel his hips rising up off the couch as he wordlessly begged for more stimulation. Sliding down off his lap, I knelt on the floor between his feet. I yanked his jeans down as he pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it aside. His naked body was a barely visible form in the darkness, so I used my hands to see what my eyes could not. I ran my fingers through his tousled curls and over his face, stroking the contours of his cheekbones, his lips, his chin, down the strong column of his neck to his broad shoulders. His chest heaved as I toyed with the hard little nubs of his nipples. Leaning forward, I ran my tongue around one, smiling when I heard the sharp intake of breath and a few panting gasps of pleasure. I kissed my way down to the ripple of his abs, his skin like silk beneath my lips. I nibbled around his navel and followed the trail of downy fuzz that drew me down to his desperately seeking cock. My lips grazed it only briefly before moving down to his inner thigh, extracting a curse of dismay. "Ah, God, your such a cruel bitch." I tickled his inner thigh with the tip of my tongue, slowly working my way down towards his knee, then switching to the other thigh and working my way back up again. He was squirming in his seat, his breathing quickening in anticipation as I once again approached the demanding erection sprouting from his groin. When I reached the top of his thigh, I turned my attention to his balls, which were pulled up tight and firm beneath his cock. I licked and kissed the cool, wrinkly skin of his sack, a sensation that seemed to drive him crazy. His incoherent pleas for mercy were taking on a tone that now bordered on hysteria. "Do you like that?" I murmured from my place between this thighs. "Yeah," he sighed. "Please...no one has touched me in so long. Don't start something you're not gonna finish." I responded by running my tongue up the underside of his shaft and popping the straining head into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the tip before going down deep on him, swallowing his full length deep into my throat. I slid him in and out of the gentle suction created by my lips and tongue and within seconds he seemed to convulse, barely even breathing, the hot, bitter taste of him flowing over my tongue. He buried his hands in my hair, pulling it in large fistfuls as he groaned my name through gritted teeth. Even after the flood of semen had ceased, his cock continued to pulse and jerk in my mouth. He held my head between his hands, as if afraid I would leave his endless orgasm unfulfilled. I could feel his hips and thighs flexing, helping to drive is erection deeper into the hot, wet, willing mouth that was sending him to such heights of ecstasy. Just when I thought his orgasm was truly endless, I felt him relax, his softening penis sliding out from between my lips as he slumped over breathlessly on the couch. "I guess it has been a while," I teased him a few minutes later, when he had recovered and sat drinking the rest of his beer and smoking a cigarette. He shot me a look. "Keep it up, woman," he warned, and I was happy to see the familiar mischievous gleam back in his eyes. "Next time I wont let you off, or should I say get you off, so easy." Hospitality If I hadn't been drunk on my ass I might have noticed the weather report. But then since I was drunk on my ass I didn't even realize I shouldn't have been driving, either. Barely 23 years old, I was doing the usual, hitting the gogo bars looking for some action. Normally I did pretty well, the girls showed off their stuff and I had a few dollars in my jeans so I got noticed. But it was getting late and the pickings were getting slim. I even made a stab at Missy, the bartender. She was around 40 and a bit on the chunky side, but she was also happiest sitting naked with a cock in her mouth. I had found that out a month or two earlier when I was sitting at the bar, having myself one of those nights when I struck out. She just came up to me and smiled sweetly. "Dan, I just love to suck cock." She told me, right out of the blue. I didn't need to be asked twice. Sure she was older, that didn't hurt anything one bit. She was like a Mink in heat, too. She had her inner muscle trained, she could clamp down like a steel vice and actually pull on my hard cock as she lifted up. When Missy fucked, she fucked! None of that laying there and letting a guy do it, she climbed on and took over. I kinda liked that. So I hit on her for a rerun. No luck there, she had already hooked up with one of the other guys that was getting desperate. But she smiled at me, "Next time, Dan?" I nodded, slipping her a five, a bit dissappointed. Might as well keep her in reserve, a guy never knows. So I struck out, finally I gave up and headed for my old Nova. The big engine fired right up and I took off towards my house out in East County. It had been just under 50 degrees when I left my house, I hadn't even bothered with a coat. I did notice on the walk to my car that the East wind out of the gorge had picked up and it had a real bite to it, it was now close to freezing. I tugged my shirt tightly against my chest, wishing I had brought my coat. It was a short 15 mile run to my house and few acres halfway up the side of a canyon, the last part of the road was fairly steep and winding. I enjoyed living out in the country, it was quiet, no neighbors close enough to see or hear. I fiddled with the radio as I drove, found a rock station and turned it up loud enough to cover the roar of the dual exhaust pipes. Then it started to rain, I knew what that meant. Ice for sure, a cold East wind out of the gorge with warmer air coming in off the coast was a sure thing for an ice storm. But I figured I could get home and inside long before it got too bad, the roads were still just wet. It started to get slick just 5 miles from my house and I still had the long winding uphill stretch to go. Near the top of one little rise I felt the rear tires break free, so I steered for the shoulder and some gravel, made it another 100 yards. Then that was it, the rear tires started to spin and I came to a stop. I put it in park and my car started to slide down the hill. I stepped on the brakes and it stopped sliding, but if I took my foot off the brakes it slid again. I tried setting the emergency brake, that didn't work. Finally the car slowly slid to a stop, one wheel off the shoulder. I was going nowhere. I looked at my gas gauge, it was hovering just above empty. Enough to get back to town with no problem but idling? Maybe an hour or two. The heater was on full blast and losing ground, I could no longer see out the window as ice began to pile up on the wipers. Nothing left to do but walk the last couple of miles to my house. I got out and promptly fell on my ass. Walking on the road was impossible, so I climbed over a nearby barbed wire fence and headed out towards my house. I felt the wire snag my slacks and bite into me, so I swore a bit. I reached down and felt my thigh, it felt wet. I knew I was bleeding a little. I could walk in the field, feeling the grass crunch down with each step. It was pitch black out, now nearly 3 in the morning. My shirt and slacks were doing little to help, in short order I couldn't feel my feet or my hands. I brushed at my shirt, ice was collecting on it. I was getting way too cold, my hands and feet started to ache. I hadn't even made it half a mile, I knew I still had a couple of miles to go. I decided to go back to my car, so I turned and headed for the fenceline. After a couple of hundred yards and no fence I realized I didn't know for sure which way the road was. I had been moving slightly downhill, that was easier but there was clumps of brush and I got turned around somehow. I stumbled along, found some trees. That helped some in keeping the cold rain from hitting me. I could barely see them, it was so dark out. I began to work my way through them, holding my arms out to protect my face. Oddly, I seemed to be getting used to the cold, I could feel the ice in my hair and on my clothes but it didn't bother me any more. I was tired though. I had almost decided to sit down and rest when I saw a dim light through the trees. The light was downhill so I headed that way. There was a steep bank I had to go down, then I climbed the other side. As I came out of the trees I felt the crunch of gravel, knew I was on a road. I thankfully could still see the light. The light was on a porch that loomed up out of the darkness as I got closer. I knocked on the door, got no answer. I was looking around for a tool of some kind to break in with when an inside light came on. The door opened, a heavyset man stood there looking at me. He had a shocked expression on his face. "My God! Come in, quickly!" He stood aside as I came in. Heat! Blessed heat! There was a wood stove, a fire raging in it. I headed right for it. "What happened?" He asked me as I huddled toward the fire. "My car got stuck, the ice." "You walked all the way down here?" "Yes, it was pretty dark." "How did you get across the creek?" He asked. "Creek?" I hadn't noticed any creek, but looking down my slacks were soaked to above my knees and had frozen, they were now beginning to thaw. Water was puddling on the floor. "We need to get you out of those clothes." He reached out and unbuttoned my shirt, stripping it off. Then he helped me take off my slacks, leaving me in nothing but a pair of white briefs and my socks. I sat down and pulled my socks off, wiggled my toes. They felt heavy and were starting to burn, the tops of them were ugly and gray looking. My hands were stinging now, too. Just then a woman wearing a short robe came out of the bedroom. She was about 30, her hair cropped into a pageboy style. She looked to be a bit on the heavy side, too. "This is Kris, my wife. I'm Tony. He got stuck on the road and walked down here." "I'm Dan. Thanks for letting me in." I realized I was sitting there wearing nothing but my undershorts. "Oh! He is cut, too!" I looked down at my thigh, I had scratched myself pretty good getting over the barbed wire fence. The cut was a couple of inches long, still bleeding. "Can you make some coffee, hon?" Tony asked her. She nodded, went into the kitchen. She was back in minutes with a steaming cup. I sipped it gratefully. I was starting to feel better but I was still shivering. Kris went and got a warm blanket, wrapped that around my shoulders. I noticed her robe gapped open as she leaned forward to put the blanket around me. There was quite an expanse of breast there, she was built heavy up top. She noticed my glance but just smiled, made no move to cover up. Cold be damned, I felt myself start to get an erection so I tucked the blanket over my lap. Kris left and came back with some towels and a bottle of what looked to be peroxide. She kneeled down on the floor in front of me, pulled the blanket aside and began to wash the wound with warm water. The cut started right at the inside leg of my briefs, she matter of factly tended the wound and then washed it with the peroxide. It stung a little bit. I noticed she kept glancing at my bulge, but there was nothing I could do about that. Tony sat down in a nearby chair and we talked. I told him how I had tried to walk home but couldn't on the road so I climbed the fence. Then I had managed to lose my directions in the dark. "You are lucky, you could have died out there, it's almost 20 degrees out." Tony went into the other room and came back with some blankets and a pillow. He laid them on the couch for me. "Sorry we don't have a spare bedroom." "This will do fine, thanks." They said their good nights and went into the bedroom, I stretched out as best I could on the couch and tugged the blankets around me. I was warm now and sobering up, I felt pretty good. I was asleep in minutes. It was a couple of hours later, a noise woke me up. Kris was stoking the fire, still wearing that short robe. I could see the curve of her bare behind as she bent over and loaded the wood. She closed the door to the fireplace, it caught quickly and flared up. There was a glass window in the front and it lit the entire room. I watched as she stood there, holding her hands out over the fire. Then she turned and looked at me. "You are awake? Sorry, but I have to tend the fire." "No problem." She came over and sat on the edge of the couch, felt my forehead. "No fever, that's good. I better check your cut." She reached out and pulled the blanket up, looked at the scratch. "That looks pretty good, too." She smiled. I looked at her, the top of her robe was gapping open again, her right breast was almost completely exposed. We looked at each other for a moment, she sat frozen, the blanket in her hand. Then she reached down, brushed the palm of her hand over my length. "Yes, you are doing real well!" She smiled, gripping my groin. I was surprised, I hadn't expected that at all. Her hand began to move up and down my quickly growing erection. "Uhhh...your husband is just in the other room...?" "It's OK. He likes me to...I like to do things like this." Her hand slipped inside my waistband, the robe had opened and one breast was completely exposed now. I couldn't help myself, I reached out and fondled her large breast. She just leaned forward and slid her mouth over me. Then she pressed down, my entire length slid inside her throat as her nose pressed against my pubic hair. No one had ever done that before. I let out a groan. She shrugged her shoulders and the robe dropped over her back and off. She was completely naked, her stomach had a couple of soft rolls. I glanced down at the mass of dark pubic hair, then slid my hands up and down her sides and she moved up and on top of me. She straddled me, reached down and took my stiffness in her hands. I felt her reach between her legs and open her sex with her fingers, then she pressed down. She was soft and snug, she pressed and I slid in a couple of inches. She paused for a moment, relaxed and pushed again. I was now buried in her as her hips thrust at me, her large breasts brushing against my chest. I felt her orgasm, she hesitated then started in again. I did my best to hold back as she more or less took control and fucked me. I felt myself building, then just as I blasted off I realized Tony was standing in the bedroom doorway there watching. He was naked and masturbating. Kris shuddered as I blasted off, her head back and her eyes squeezed shut. Then she sighed and let her weight fall on me. We lay like that for several minutes, then she got up without a word. She went into the bathroom, came back with a towel. She csrefully washed me off, gave my still half hard penis a few strokes. "Thanks! That was nice." She said. I didn't quite know what to say as she got up and went back into the bedroom. I quickly fell asleep again, when I woke up I could smell pancakes. I realized I was starving. Tony was sitting at the kitchen table, he smiled as I walked in. I felt a little bit sheepish but he acted like everything was normal. Kris set down a huge stack of pancakes so I dug in. "The storm is over, I can drive you up to your car later." "OK, thanks." I answered, between mouthfuls. My car sat there undisturbed, I didn't expect any problems because there would have been little traffic. It started right up and I headed home, giving Tony a wave. I raised a few beef cattle on my little place, and I had a freezer full of it. The next day I selected some nice roasts and a few packages of steaks, drove down to their house. Tony was gone but Kris was there. She seemed tickled to get the meat, I had noticed from their house that they didn't seem to have a lot of stuff. She gave me a hug, mashing her braless breasts against me. The vision of her naked and on top of me popped in my mind. But I figured that was just a one time deal. I got back in my car and drove home. It had been a really odd situation, I had heard of swingers and men that liked to share their wives, but Kris had been so eager about it. Tony had acted like it was all normal. Maybe it was for them. I went back to my life, everything was like it alwsys had been. It was a week or so later, I was flipping through the TV channels when there was a knock at my door. I answered it, there stood Kris. She looked good, her hair fixed up, some traces of makeup. The top she wore showed a nice cleavage. "Hi!" "Hello. What's up?" "Tony thought you might like to be with me again." "Oh. Well, what about you? Would you like that?" I grinned at her. "Yes, very much! You are big." I just opened the door, beckoned her in. Sure does have TV beat. Hospitality On a moonless night, Roy drove on an unfamiliar back road in the woods. He was traveling home from a business trip and taking a short cut. He was so tired from his three and a half day drive and all he wanted was to get home and climb into his own bed. The sales meeting was a bust, and it showed on his nerves, adding frustration to his fatigue. His eyes closed for a moment it seemed but then a loud pop then a sound of air rushing out made him open his eyes. The car sunk down low and shuddered as it veered off to the left side. Roy slammed on the break to avoid hitting any of the trees on the roadside. A loud shriek of metal issued from the side of the car as exposed rim tore into the wheel well as the car came to a shrieking halt. Roy cursed and hit his fist on the steering wheel in frustration. "Great! Of all things that could've made this trip worse!" He opened the door and climbs out of the car to survey the damage. Seeing the tire and rim is pretty much destroyed, he kicked it. He let out a resigned sigh and pulled out his phone but there was no signal. Dammit! Where the hell was he? Night sounds surrounded him and his damaged vehicle. The forest seemed to come alive and begin to close in around him. He shivered, feeling a chill creep up his spine and walked around the car to the road. Well there was no use standing around, he realized, with no other options, Roy began to tread the seemingly endless stretch road looking for a house or someone he could ask to use their land line. After a mile or so, Roy saw a light through the trees up ahead. Hope grew once more within as he picked up his pace as much as his tired body would allow , toward what he hoped was a light in a window. He stumbled over a patch of cracked road and nearly fell on his face. "What a joke, who ever made this road was either blind or drunk!" Tired though he was, Roy kept going towards the sight of the light. Every step towards it raised his spirits a bit more. As it got closer, he dared to push his exhausted body to move faster. His feet shuffled quickly, kicking dirt and gravel with each step as he made his way towards his only hope. When the trees open to the clearing, he could see a house. Roy was overjoyed and astonished to see not a rundown shack or a rusted out trailer with old junk cars piled around it, but a lovely huge plantation type mansion, complete with white columns and rocking chairs on the wrap around porch. The white two story plantation home has black shutters on every window which are closed tight, except for a few on the first floor. The porch light glows softly and as he approached he can hear strains of ethereal music coming from somewhere in the house. Roy walked up to the porch and heard the music but the place seemed otherwise still and unoccupied. He made his way to the door and wrapped his knuckles weakly on it. "Hello? Anyone home? Sorry to disturb but my car is stuck down the road and I have no way to call for a tow. Could I come in and use your phone?" He stood and waited, leaning against the side of the house. From somewhere at the back of the house, he could hear movement. The sounds get closer as someone is obviously moving to the door. The door opens silently and standing in front of him was a beautiful woman dressed in a turn of the century gown. Her skin is glowing in the soft porch light. Her dark sparkling green eyes took in his state and a small smile forms on her lips. She brushes her long curly black hair back behind her eyes as she speaks in a soft southern accent, "Good evening' sir. I'm sorry to hear of your trouble. Do come in. I reckon you must be parched. Come in and have a drink. I was just starting the morning' baking'." Roy stood there stupefied. When he finally snapped out of it, he glanced at his watch and saw it was almost 5 am and he'd been walking for nearly two hours. It was a testament to how worn out and weary that he didn't even question how she had heard him from so far back in the house. Roy wiped the weariness from his eyes." Thank you. That's very kind." He smiled drowsily. Slowly he stepped inside her home. From inside the place seemed very spacious. He noticed several pictures on the walls. He turned back to the beautiful woman. "I'm sorry I forgot to mention my name. I'm Roy. Roy White." he offered her his hand. He smiled seeing how beautiful she looked in the light. He couldn't help but notice how her eyes lit up and seemed to sparkle with a life of their own. She smiled, "I'm Lily. Please excuse me if I do not shake your hand." She held up hands coated in flour. "Busy morning'." she giggled softly. Her green eyes sparkling at him. She moved to lead him to the back of the house to the kitchen. Her movements fluid and graceful. "Let me brew you up some tea." She said softly over her shoulder. "I'm afraid we have no phone way out here, but when I'm finished with my baking I'll drive you into town." As she entered the kitchen she picked up an apron and efficiently popped it over her head and tied the back in place, then she started brewing a large jug of tea. The actions to his sleep deprived mind seemed almost magically fast... or was it truly sleep deprivation. "Take a seat. You look dead on your feet." She turned over her shoulder and winked playfully at him. He smiled. She had a beautiful name to go with her beautiful eyes. "Nice to meet you Lily." His hand dropped to his side and he followed her into the kitchen. He thankfully slumped down onto a chair and watched her brew the tea. "Oh that would be most gracious of you. Thank you," he said as she mentioned a ride to town. His hand rubbed at his eyes. She was right, he did feel dead on his feet. He shook his head and tried to make conversation. "So... um Lily, are you always up so early?" Lily smiled as she set the tea in front of him on the table. It seemed like it had only taken her minutes to make it but there was not a stove or anything boiling in sight. She pushed a tray of sugar, cream and lemons for him to choose from close to him. Then slide a small plate with a piping hot cinnamon roll covered in gooey frosting in front of him as well. They all seemed to come out of nowhere. "Only on baking' day. Most days we here about get up around six." "We?" he looked around for others then back at her. He smelled the hot sugary sweetness and picked up the roll between his fingers. "This looks absolutely delicious. How kind." He took a bite, tasting the sweet freshly baked dough as it simply melted in his mouth. He picked up the glass of tea and took a long drink and swallowed. "That was quite good!" She watched him drink. Was that a wicked gleam in her eye? No he must be imagining it. She seemed so sweet. "We" as in the people who live here 'bouts. The town, unfortunately, doesn't open up until after nine. I'm glad you like the tea. Drink it up now. It's my own blend. It will make you feel better." Was that that wicked gleam again? Hard for him to tell as she turned quickly back to whatever she was baking. He took another bite followed by more tea until both the roll was gone and the glass was empty. Roy felt really relaxed and surprisingly satisfied. "Wow, that blend of yours was really good. I have never tasted anything like it." He yawned, feeling his exhaustion begin to return. "This is quite a big house for a pretty girl like you." She chuckled softly, "Been in the family for generations." She turned and set the bowl of dough she was kneading on the table with a baking tin. She began forming biscuits and placing them on the tray. She would sneak glances at him out of the corner of her eye every few moments to see if her special treat and tea was taking effect. It wouldn't take long. She could see he was already about to collapse. "Sounds nice" he yawned again. Roy was feeling twice as tired as he had before. Was that even possible? He shook his head but he still felt heavy. He tried to focus on watching her hands as she rolled and pinched the dough. But try as he might, his head began to lower to the table. He yawned longer. "Oh wow. I guess I'm more tired than I thought, "he said. The words came out slurred. "It's okay, sugar. Just rest. It will be awhile before we can go. Bless your heart you look dead on your feet." She wiped her hands on her apron and smiled as she took his arm gently. "Come, let's get you settled in the guestroom and you can rest. I'll wake you when it's time to go." She helped him to your feet gently. Her grip was very strong. She led him to a flight of stairs and into a bedroom. With the shutters closed the room was dim and cool. She didn't bother with a light as she guided him to the bed. Gently she helped him to sit on the bed. She bent and began to remove his shoes and socks. "Oh. You don't have to, "he started to say but he was already on his back before he could finish. He yawned and sank down onto the bed. He shivered feeling her soft hands undressing him. He had to blink to keep his eyes open. "Why are you taking my clothes off?" "Oh, I just want you comfortable. Here 'bouts. We take care of those in need." as she spoke she stripped him efficiently of the rest of his clothing and tucked him into bed. "I'll just clean all this up for you while you rest...and don't you worry about nothing'. Hospitality is my pleasure." Roy thought to say something in protest but he was already floating comfortably and lazily toward slumber. His head sank into the pillow .His eyes closed, catching a glimpse of her eyes looking down at him. She seemed to be watching him very intently for some reason but he was too wore out to care why. He sighed and drifted off before he could give it another thought. Lily smiled as she saw him sink under. She looked upward and said a little prayer to the Goddess for the bounty of this lovely man that had been brought to her door. The forest nymph glided to the attached bathroom and flitted about setting up a sponge bath. She removed the covers and gave the man a complete sponge bath as he slept deeply. Under the effects of her magic, she could've cut him in half and he wouldn't have been able to bat an eyelash. Lily frowned at how unclean and smelly he was. She couldn't abide dirtiness. A proper offering needed to be properly prepared after all. She inspected ever bit of him, touching ever bit of him. She moaned softly as she caressed and cleaned his cock. It twitched lightly in her hand. It had been far too long since she'd had a good feeding. She was going to enjoy this one. The man was just what she wanted and needed. It was all she could do not to take him like this, but she didn't want to spoil her fun. She had to laugh. Her sisters thought she had been crazy when she said she was praying to the old gods. They told her that they had all forsaken their tribe, but here under her hands was living proof they had not. The Goddess had provided her with her very own human to play with. Humming happily she returns to the bathroom and striped leaving her clothes neatly folded in the laundry bin. She went back to the room and sang something softly. The wood of the bedposts came alive and tendrils of vine shot out from each and wrapped firmly around the man's ankles and wrists to hold him in place. She crawled into bed and snuggled up next to him. The mattress becoming a sinfully soft bed of grass as she did. She crawled over and curled up next to him with her hand lightly wrapped around his cock. His eyes fluttered open sometime later. His body felt tight. His skin tingled all over. When his eyes focused he realized he could not move his arms or legs. Furthermore, he came to the realization that Lily was lying next to him, her hand resting around his shaft and he was no longer in the bed but in soft green grass. He moaned in confusion and tried to move but the vines he found holding him refused to let him go. He screamed in panic Lily smiled, sat up, and patted his cock lovingly. "Shush now, pet. There's nothing to be frightened of. I'm taking care of you." As she spoke she stared deeply into his eyes. The green of her eyes sparkling brightly. Her hand stroking over his naked body lightly. The feeling was almost like the caress of the wind and feathers. Roy trembled still in shock. His cock twitched feeling her touch. His words came out in a moan. "Um... Lily...w...what is going on?" his body quivered within his bonds." What is happening to me?" Her smile grew as she leaned in to kiss his lips lightly. She then blew gently on his face. From her mouth, a warm fog emerged it first enveloped your head then the entire bed. As he breathed in the fog, he could feel his body relax and his mind starts to drift. She whispers, "Nothing to concern yourself with, pet. Don't you feel relaxed now? It's very pleasant isn't it? What does it matter what's happening when it feels this good?" As she asked the question she began to stroke him cock lightly. He tries to resist but can't stop from breathing in the mist. His eyes dilate as he breathed slowly His body is filled with a foggy relaxed feeling. Almost like he was floating. All his fear and panic dissipates as he looks to her eyes. All thought of struggling seems to evaporate as his body goes almost limp. Her voice seemed to fill his head seeming to come in from everywhere. Her voice felt so good, his hips buck as his body trembled from her touch. She giggled softly. Her tone was playful. "Good that's good." with each exhalation of her breath a bit more of the mist was released. "I want you to relax and enjoy. To feel the pleasure. Are you relaxing?" She asks as she leans in and kisses him fast and hard. Her lips taste so sweet and made his tingle. As the kiss lengthen the sweet taste of her lips lulled him deeper. Until she broke away to watch him. Roy gasped, feeling his body flush and grow warm. "Y...yes... I...," he moans feeling her lips. His mind starts to drift further and his body quivers with excitement. He can't help but to feel so relaxed, carefree. His cock twitches as the soft sweetness of her mouth excites him. He blinks feeling himself getting lost in the sensation. He begins to pant taking in more of her fog. Lily smiled softly as her eyes drift over his body hungrily. "See its all pleasure. You listen. You obey...and you feel pleasure." Her hands caress over his chest, down his hips and to his ankles. Singing softly she touches the ivy wrapped around his ankle and it slowly begins to climb up your leg. The sensation is not unpleasant, it's like a gentle caress, squeezing around his legs. She repeats the same thing for the other leg until both legs are encased in ivy. The ivy moves and slithers over him so sensuously. "I... Oh... why are you doing this," he mutters softly through the thick haze. His skin feels like its combusted into a wildfire of pleasure all over as the ivy spreads and tickles over him. His breath comes out in a moan as the sensation grew. His body relaxes more and grows more aroused and warm from her touch. Does it really matter? Only the pleasure matters. She touches each wrist in turn and the ivy there grows and caresses to his shoulders. Once there it stops and releases its hold on the bedposts. Now his ivy covered limbs were tether free. She smiles as she kisses him deeply again sharing more of her sweet nectar with you. "On your hands and knees pet." She watches him intently for him to obey. "Yes Mistress," comes from his lips in reply. He doesn't know where they come but it makes his cock ache down into his very core to say them. His body obeys and he finds himself kneeling in front of her. His head still swimming in the fog and influence of her kiss. His cock stiffly stands erect and exposed, tingling in the cool air. He stays like this unable to do anything but squirm from the overwhelming and increasing sensation of the ivy on his limbs She chuckles softly and moved to lay down in front of him and spreads her legs. Her skin seems to glow warmly in the dim light. She pulls his head down to her core and arches against his lips. As she forces him against her more of the sweet fog is released from her inner core straight into his nose and mouth. She purrs pleased that the mind fog was taking effect. "Ohhh" he moans as he's caught between her legs. He shivers hard tasting her petals. They feel so soft, supple on his mouth. He breathes deep feeling himself sinking deeper."Mmm," his eyes flutter as his tongue begins to lick and work its way deeper within her. With each tentative lick more fog rolled out from her. "That's it pet. Give in to the pleasure. You obey me. Give in. Let yourself go. Go deep and enjoy the pleasure. I am your mistress and you obey. "She arches against his mouth and sighs softly. "Mm Lily," he moans as his tongue swirls and slides deeper inside. His licks become more eager and hungry, his breathing quickening, drawing in more of the mist. His eyes flutter and his moans grow louder as his arousal builds higher and higher. His cock lightly brushes against the soft grass as his hips buck, sending a sharp shiver jolting through him. Lily moaned more deeply feeding off of his growing arousal. The ivy around his limbs begins to move and caress. Tendrils move and surround his cock. The feeling is gentle and soft like a lady's mouth licking lightly, teasingly. "Uuhh uhhh uhhnn," his muffled groans fill her pussy as his tongue continues to lap at her dripping wet slit His body trembles, bucking more eagerly. His cock beginning to throb within the ivy's caress. He pants drawing in more of the fog, becoming more docile and obedient. She breathes in deeply with each of his moans and her body seems to glow with power. She sighs and arches against his mouth. "Good pet. Good boy. So much pleasure from being such a good, obedient pet." The words seem to roll around inside his mind and sink in. "Stop now and look at me." As she commands the ivy around his cock pulsates and grows warmer. Roy trembles hard as the vines make his cock ache with need. His mouth leaves her opening, hanging agape as he looked up at her in complete wonder and bliss. His eyes are glassy and dazed. A sign that her magic had taken a complete hold over him. Her words circulating and embedding themselves in his head."Mmm yes mistress." She locks eyes with him and cooed softly. "You belong to me now. You are mine. As long as you obey me and only me you will be given great pleasure and be taken care of well. Obedience means pleasure." As she speaks the words it feels like her entire body envelopes him and holds him close and comfortably, but she never moves only the ivy and the fog swirl around him. "Tell me who you belong to." "You Lily...," he moans. His body quivers and shakes feeling her warmth all around. Roy trembled and moaned in arousal as the feeling of obedient pleasure spread through him. She laughs softly in pleasure. "Good pet." She began to sing a soft, ethereal melody. Through the haze on his mind, He remembers it's the sounds he heard earlier and his body began to rise off the bed of its own accord. The ivy was moving him forward toward her he soon realized. It turned him over on to his back and spread him out next to her on the soft grass. Lily's eyes shimmer and glow and she kisses him once more as the ivy spread his arms above his head, his legs slightly apart and straight out before it sinks into the grass, restraining him. When she releases the kiss a tendril of ivy moved up his cheek and gags him gently. Roy moans helpless, forced to breathe more of the fog in through his nose. "You are all mine." She moved down his body and claims his cock within her sweet lips, caressing him hotly. The warmth of her mouth feels like a hundred fold of that of the ivy, exciting and making him crave more. His muffled cries fill the air feeling her soft, warm lips. He squirms in excitement as he's bound once more. His hips buck, pushing his length further into her mouth. His moans of pleasure muffled as he sinks ever deeper into her enthralling power. Her mouth makes his cock ache and throb, driving him ever closer to the edge, almost overwhelming him. Hospitality She licked up and down his shaft then slid her tongue up over his abdomen, taking her time to taste more of his body. Settling her hips over his she very, very slowly took him inside her now soaking core. Her body contracted around him, pulling in completely as she begins to move. She groans softly at the intense pleasure of having a human male fill her completely. "MMmmphhh mmphh mmphh!" his muffled cries grow louder. His hips rising and falling in time with her. His body writhed against her, trapped inside her wet, velvet core. His body trembles hard as she takes him all in down to his root. He could only lay there helplessly as she fed the desire that was consuming him. She shudders as more ivy sprouts from the grass bed and trails over her body, caressing her, teasing her breasts, almost as if the forest were her lover as well. She groans softly riding him harder and faster. She pants, "Who do you belong to? Who owns you now?" "Lily. Lily," he answers into the gag. His breathing becoming ragged a she took him closer to the point of orgasm. His skin glistened with sweat as his hips continued to roll and buck against her. His back arches up as he feels her walls pull his cock deeper inside. "OOOoooh" She laughs, long and deep. The vibration of her pleasure reaching his soul. "And if you obey me, what happens?" "Pleasure!" he cries his body nearly convulsing under hers. He lets out a long, low moan. She drank in his moans and cries like they were a fine wine. Her skin glowing more and more. "That's right." she reinforced as her body bucked, caressed and milked his cock. "You are mine in every way. You will crave only me and to obey only me. You have no other name but "Pet." You have only one life and it is with me. You live to please me and for nothing less." Her own words and the thoughts of her new pet driving her to buck and ride him more wildly. She can feel him so close now. "You cum only when I give you permission to do so." "Yes Lily" he gasps breathless. His body worn, writhes under her. He feels the hold tightening as her words become truth. He tries to think of a time before her but cannot. He whimpers into the ivy gagging him as he feels his swollen cock ache, letting out a loud groan. His hips continue to rock unable to stop now. She rocks harder and faster and suddenly he feels his body overcome with a pleasure so great she screams and begins to cum. The ivy wrapped around his limbs flexed and caressed him. It begins to fade away even though you can still feel it there. The gag over his mouth still remains. She leans down as she starts to come down from her climax and kisses him hard through the gag. Her hips still moving fast and hard around his cock, taking him so deeply, she orders, "Cum for me pet. Fill me with your essence." His body flailed under hers in passion. His heart pounding rapidly and breathing in rapid draws through his nose. Every muscle ached with need as the pleasure increased and filled him. His cries muffled by the gag and her lips but somehow he can taste and breathe her in. His cock shudders and explodes a river of hot cum flowed freely into her depths as he writhed. Her body milked the cum from within him as the pleasure wracked his body. She continues to writhe and ride him until every least drop is pulled into her. Sated, she fell away from him and collapses next to where he lay. She left him still bound and gagged by the invisible ivy as she pants catches her breath. Her body glowed with energy as if charged by the moon itself. He lay there helpless and weak, still trapped in his bonds. Slowly calming, his orgasm fades, leaving him soft and drained. A weak whimper escapes his lips. She rolls over and lazily cuddled up to him. Her fingers traced lines across his skin lightly. Silently she thanked the Goddess once more for the sweet gift she had been given and promised to do a ritual that very night to honor her. Softly, Lily whispered to her new pet. "Pet, I will release your bonds but they are forever part of you now." As she said the words the feeling of the ivy on his limbs disappeared but then warmth radiated over his wrists and ankles then dissipated. In its place were tattoos of ivy cuffs around each. She kissed his still gagged mouth once more and moaned as she did. As she pulled away the ivy receded and settled around his neck. The same flash of warmth occurred and a tattooed collar of ivy appeared in its place. She smiled and said, "Mine." Just as she said the word, she heard noise downstairs. Someone else had come in. "Looks like I will have to continue breaking you in later my pet. For now, Sleep." As soon as the words left her mouth, Roy felt the power of them flow through the tattoos over his skin. Before he could think another thought, his eyes closed and his mind went blank as he sank into a deep slumber for the second time that night. Lily Smiled and slid off the bed and headed quietly down the steps. With a thought, she replaced her form with that of a light blue night gown, when she got to the bottom, she saw a young man standing there. The man turned to her in surprise. "Oh I apologize if I woke you ma'am, "The man said, seeing a young woman in bed clothes come down. " I didn't mean to wake you. It's just my car broke down a little bit down the road and I would like to use your phone if I could." Lily silently thanked her goddess and flashed a familiar smile with a familiar sparkle in her eye. The End. Hospitality to the Last Degree My name is Jim and I have a lovely wife, Sandra. This story will sound like pure fiction but I can assure you it is a true story. Sandra has two sisters and for three girls to have the same parents when the girls look so different it really makes you think! Sandra is reasonably short, very fair with lovely red hair. She has that beautiful soft red hair, not the brassy looking red hair which some girls have. Sandra's sisters are Stephanie and Selina! To have three girls having their names begin with S sounds crazy but when you know their father is Samuel and mother Stella I guess the "S" isn't so crazy after all. Their initial name starting with the same letter is about all they have in common. Stephanie is an extremely outgoing, tall brunette with very dark hair and a quite dark complexion. Stephanie has a lovely figure - her breasts are very large but she carries them well because of her height. Her waist is ever so slender and her hips are just meant to be desired by all men! Selina is a definite blonde and she is quite tall but not quite up to Stephanie. She is very slim and attractively built with large breasts and a wonderful cheery face. Stephanie is married to Greg and Selina is married to Peter and they have both been married about 4 years. Sandra and I have been married 5 years but Sandra is not the same sort of outgoing person and she tends to be rather quiet. She is quite pretty but not in the attractive way that Stephanie and Selina look. Sandra's breasts are fairly small and are rather pointed whereas the other two girls have very large but rounded breasts. Sandra beats them with her nipples because hers are quite long and very attractive. This story began when Stephanie rang Sandra and told her she had won a holiday for one week, for six persons, with all expenses paid! Of course, she was telling us this because she was inviting us to go on the holiday with her and Selina as well. What a treat - it was some time since we had been away together, in fact, not since our honeymoon. The holiday was to promote a new resort in Alabama and we were looking forward to a wonderful holiday together. All sisters got on very well, even though they were so different, and also us three husbands. We had never been away on a holiday together before but we had spent a lot of time together in one way or another. When we arrived at the resort we were amazed just how delightful the place was and the way we were made a fuss of when we booked in told us we would be having a lovely week together. We had three double rooms with wonderful views and we had every amenity at our convenience. We would be spoilt for this week. It was fortunate we had all been able to have holidays at the same time because we all worked in different areas but this time luck was on our side. We spent the first day just wandering around the resort and tried out many of the amenities which were all there for us to use. Tennis, swimming, and archery were three of the highlights and we were looking forward to enjoying more time with these. After we had a rest in the rooms during the late afternoon we made inquiries from the desk staff about where we could find a good bar or nightclub away from the resort for a good time tonight. They recommended several places but told us the Deep South Bar was definitely worth a visit. During the rest time, Sandra and I had climbed onto the bed and both dropped off to sleep in not time at all. The temperature was in the high 90's and so we had stripped off our clothes and just lay naked on the bed. I woke a little before 5pm and thought it was time to shower and get dressed for the night out. I leaned over Sandra and began to lick and suck her long nipples but she woke quite quickly and chastised me for sucking her because she doesn't like that very much. She is into very straight sex provided it is in the missionary position but there is no way she will experiment with different positions or try anything different. It didn't matter; I loved her no matter how we had sex just so long as we had it! We knew Sandra's sisters were the opposite of her - they loved sex, talked about it constantly and never hesitated to try something different, always telling us what they were up to. As I said earlier, my Sandra was the odd one but she was my choice and I love her for what she is. I have to be honest and say I have often dreamed about having Stephanie and Selina just for a night each to see how differently they would fuck but that was out of the question. Anyway I am content with Sandra. The arrangement was for the six of us to meet in the foyer of the resort at 7pm and we would go together to the Deep South Bar. We had booked transport at the resort and our mini-bus arrived on time to pick us up. These buses seemed to be the common means of transport around here they were all well fitted out with three bench seats across the bus so that three persons could sit comfortably on each, each bus able to carry 9 people including the driver. When we arrived at the Bar we expected a larger crowd. There were only about 20 people in the bar and, when we asked the barman, we were told the crowd didn't arrive much before 11pm! Well, we were able to enjoy our meal and looked forward to just having a very good time that evening. Stephanie was dressed in a very thin, short shirt which was tied with a knot under her breasts. As usual she wasn't wearing a bra although she could have done with one. She also had on a very short mini-skirt which was low slung around her hips and didn't reach even half-way down to her knees. She wore high heeled shoes which made her look even taller. She is a very attractive girl. She is 27 years old. Her prominent belly button looked very sexy and I couldn't take my eyes off it! I would have loved to be able to kneel down in front of her and lick her navel. Selina was dressed in a similar fashion except her blouse was of a very silky material and definitely showed off her nipples very well - she also wasn't wearing her bra. She wore a slightly longer skirt than Stephanie but it didn't hide her beautiful legs. Her navel was visible but wasn't as sexy as Stephanie's! I suppose you could almost guess my Sandra was wearing a thick cotton shirt, bra and an undershirt as well as slacks on the bottom half. She always looked very neat but didn't have that attractive zing which the other two girls had. Us three men were dressed quite casually and all looked very neat. The evening progressed without incident. We were in a quiet part of the bar and our table was well looked after by the attentive waitresses. The only other table near us had three black men sitting quietly drinking. Several other tables were near but no one was sitting at them so we had a good spot to chat. The conversation eventually got around to sex - as anyone could imagine, it was Stephanie who asked aloud the stupid question "I wonder if the locals have sex the same way as we do?" Sandra tried to hush Stephanie up but to no avail. Apart from our responses which meant it would be the same as us, the three black men grinned over at us and the tallest stood up and walked the short distance to our table. He leaned over and spoke quietly to Stephanie and said, "Well my pretty one - I can answer that question for you but first I should offer you Southern hospitality. As it is obvious the six of you are strangers in our city, perhaps my brothers and I can show you around and let you see some of the more interesting sites of the city. We can safely take you to places the other tourists don't go. Would you be interested?" Stephanie could hardly contain her excitement and urged Greg to go on the offered tour. Of course Selina wanted to go and so it was left to us to make a decision. We really didn't want to go but agreed so that we would all be together for the evening. The man who had spoken to us was Sam and his brothers were Carl and John. Sam told us he had a mini-bus outside and they would be happy to escort us around the city. When we were getting into the bus, Sam was the driver and he asked Stephanie to sit next to him with Greg alongside her. Carl sat in the back seat with Selina next to him and Peter next to her and we were in the middle seat with John sitting next to Sandra and me on the other side of her. Sam kept up a constant patter telling us all about the important sites of the city and every now and again he would venture down some side streets and show us some of the seamier side of the city. We felt quite safe with them and we trusted them completely. I glanced back over to the back seat and saw that Carl had one arm around her neck and his other hand on Selina's leg, right up next to her skirt. His hand was moving and it was obvious to me he was rubbing her leg right up to her pussy. Selina was taking no notice of her husband but was moving her legs apart to help Carl feel her up. I then leaned over the front seat and saw Sam's hand right up Stephanie's leg under her skirt. If her husband saw Sam's hand, he chose to ignore it. We already knew the two sisters didn't usually wear panties when they were on a night out and guessed that would be the case tonight. John, sitting next to Sandra hadn't attempted to place his arm around her and was acting like a gentleman, sometimes pointing out something of interest but otherwise remaining quiet. Sandra and I both knew the two sisters and their husbands had rather open marriages and had often told us how they had swapped partners or had other couples join in with them. After two hours of touring, Sam said he would now be able to answer Stephanie's question which she asked back at the table! He said, "Stephanie, I can truthfully tell you the method of having sex down here is exactly the same as you do back home. The difference here is that you can have black cock instead of white cock and, unless you have already had a black cock, you won't know the difference! My brothers and I would be only too pleased to show you how a black cock feels different - have any of you had a black cock?" Sandra and I were both shocked to hear this conversation and Sandra remained silent but Stephanie said, "No, I haven't had a black cock - why would it be so different to a white cock?" Sam chuckled and said, "I don't know how your husband would feel about me showing you but if you would like to find out we could all go back to your apartment now and I would only be too pleased to demonstrate!" Stephanie simply said, "O.K. Sam, lets go back straight away - I for one want to know the difference! I guess that is all right with you Greg?" Greg grunted and said she would have to make her own mind up about that. I guess Sam had planned the evening very carefully because we were almost to the resort and he quickly swung the bus into the parking area. All nine of us went up to Stephanie and Greg's room and we remarked how fortunate it was that the room was as large as it was for us all to fit in. When I spoke to Greg, I quietly asked him if he was O.K. about this but he said Stephanie would do her own thing and that was right by him. He said he didn't care. We all managed to find somewhere to sit around the room and the only unoccupied place was the bed. Sam pulled Stephanie and Greg together and asked them again if it was O.K. for him to show Stephanie what sex with a black man was all about. They both agreed and Greg moved off to find a place to sit down. Most of us were sitting on the floor as there weren't enough chairs for everyone. Sam made a big thing of telling everyone that he intended to demonstrate sex Southern style and he didn't want anyone complaining later on. Nobody said a word so he moved over to Stephanie, pulled her into his arms and began kissing her deeply. They kept this up for a few minutes before he stepped back and untied the knot of her shirt under her breasts and pulled it apart and off her shoulders. This exposed her beautiful large breasts and, as she was not afraid of nudity she showed no embarrassment. He next unhooked her skirt and unzipped it and it slid down to the floor. She was now completely naked in front of us except for her shoes. He again began to kiss her and caress her and we could see she was getting very excited by all the attention. Sandra looked over at me and jerked her head towards the door as if to ask me to leave with her. I shook my head, no, and so we sat there watching what was happening. Sam then took Stephanie's hand and placed it between his legs. She could obviously feel his cock and she showed a lot of expression in her face as she felt it. Sam quickly undid his shirt and removed it. He also unzipped his jeans and they too dropped to the floor. He was standing there quite naked - no underwear - and his huge cock was slowly beginning to stand up from his belly. He took Stephanie's hand and again placed it on his cock. She looked over at Greg but he didn't give any expression on his face so she turned back to Sam and began kissing him again. We watched his cock slowly growing in her hand until it was an enormous length. I was probably 11" long and it looked as though it was still growing! Stephanie began stroking it and it grew even more, but it was now as hard as a piece of steel. His cock was enormous! Sam pushed Stephanie down until she was on her knees in front of him and he moved his body until his cock came up to her mouth. She was still holding his cock but she pulled it so that it slowly moved into her open mouth. She began to suck the head of his cock and gradually took as much as she could into her throat. She did a marvelous job of swallowing his cock and must have had about half of it in her mouth. I had also been watching Carl with Selina. He was sitting on the floor next to her and he had his hand on her leg and his hand was slowly climbing up her leg, pushing her skirt with his hand until he reached her cunt. He was working his fingers in her and Peter wasn't saying a word although he was watching Carl's hand intently. Stephanie was still sucking Sam's cock when he beckoned Carl to come over to him. They whispered something together and Carl stepped back and began to remove his clothes. Soon he was naked and his cock was just as long as Sam's cock. Sam carefully pulled his shiny cock out of Stephanie's mouth and pulled her up onto her feet. He than backed her onto the bed and she lay down on top. Sam moved over her body and knelt with a knee on either side of her breasts and he again placed his huge cock into her mouth. She began sucking it again, only too eager to get it in her mouth. Carl, in the meantime, had moved onto the bed and positioned himself just by Stephanie's feet. He picked up her feet and pulled her legs apart exposing her bright red cunt lips under her very dark bush. She looked very excited and her lips were a sharp contrast to her almost black pubic hair just above. When her legs were apart as far as they would go, he bent her knees and pushed her legs up alongside Sam who quickly hooked his arms around her legs and she was totally exposed to Carl. He began kissing and licking her cunt and clit until Stephanie was writhing on the bed. As he sucked her clit he placed his finger inside her cunt and began stroking her back and forth. Stephanie came rather violently and we could see her body shaking. Carl then moved up between her legs and pushed his huge cock into the mouth of her cunt. He began to sink into her slowly until he had his whole cock inside her cunt! It was then that he began stroking in and out at a steady pace and Stephanie would have screamed louder except for the huge cock still stuck in her throat. Stephanie came several times while she was being fucked so hard and we all began to get excited just watching her. Sandra wasn't too happy having to watch her sister being fucked by a black man but she watched just the same. My cock was so hard just watching them that I wanted to jerk myself off but there was no way Sandra would allow me to do that! Peter and Greg were both playing with their cocks and eventually Selina took over for Peter and she was giving him a good hand job before she leaned over and took his cock into her mouth and sucked him until he came in her mouth! Sandra was shocked but kept quiet about it all. I noticed John still hadn't touched my Sandra. Sam suddenly increased his stroke in Stephanie's mouth and he soon came in her mouth with Stephanie trying desperately trying to swallow all of his cum. Carl slowed down and then pulled his black shiny cock out of her cunt. We could see the look of sadness on Stephanie's face as the cock left her, but she needn't have worried. Carl eased he up off the bed and then rolled over in her place. He then, with the help of Sam, had her standing up above his cock. Sam produced a tube of lubricant from somewhere and was liberally applying it to Stephanie's asshole. More lube was added to Carl's already wet cock and then they lowered Stephanie down onto Carl's cock. Their aim at her asshole was very accurate and she felt Carl's cock press into the entrance. His cock was huge but with a bit of movement it soon slipped into her hole and she now had the huge cock right up inside her rectum. She had been fucked in the ass plenty of times but never with such a huge cock! They lowered Stephanie back down onto Carl's belly so that she was lying down on him. Sam then spread her legs wide and she was exposed in the most obscene way with her very wet cunt glistening. John then moved away from Sandra's side and began to undress. His cock was just like the others and was huge. He stroked it to complete hardness and with something like 12 inches, he placed it on the mouth of her cunt and slowly pushed his way in her. In no time at all he was completely in her cunt. Now she had a man completely in her ass and another in her cunt, both to the unbelievable depth of about 12 inches each. Sam now moved to her head and thrust his hardening cock into her mouth. She now had a huge cock in her three main holes! She was being fucked Southern style. Sam, Carl and John all came about the same time and pumped huge loads of cum into Stephanie! She was completely fucked out after all this. The three men withdrew and slumped down on the bed exhausted. The glow from Stephanie was something to see. She was sweaty all over and where it wasn't sweat it was cum which had leaked from her three holes, some down her neck, some leaking from her cunt and the rest running from her ass. She was a mess but had a very satisfied look on her face. Sandra was very upset by all this but didn't say a word - her expression told the whole story. Greg stood up and went over to Stephanie to see if she was O.K. and, when he found she was right, he turned and thanked the three black men. We all had some drinks but Stephanie remained lying naked on the bed still covered with sweat and cum. We just left her there. The black men dressed and soon after they left but not before offering to take us for another tour the next night. We agreed and arranged to meet them at the same place and time next night. Sandra and I left at the same time as Selina and Peter and as we walked to our rooms, Selina said she wanted to try Southern sex next! Peter didn't comment and we said goodnight and went to our room. Despite Sandra's misgivings about what had happened, she was very turned on and she was ready for me to fuck her as soon as we entered our room. We were soon fucking hard and enjoying our sex both, I am sure, remembering what we had just seen in the other room. I offered to fuck Sandra in the asshole but she really told me off for suggesting that sort of filth! Sandra came at the same time I did and this was something she rarely did - I usually had to play with her clit to get her off! The next evening we all met in the Bar again and, after drinks, Sam again suggested they would show us around the city. We were all fairly fresh because we had all slept in until late and had rested again in the afternoon. We all piled into the bus and the seating was the same as the previous night. The girls were all wearing clothes almost the same as the first night. Selina and Stephanie with their skirts and Sandra with her slacks. The tour certainly took in the main tourist highlights and we were grateful for all that we were able to see. When Sam asked Selina if she wanted to find out about Southern sex, she said, "Of course, what sort of dill do you think I am? Of course I want to try it!" Hospitality to the Last Degree Again we were very near the resort and were soon in Selina and Peter's room. I had asked Greg earlier how he felt about Stephanie getting fucked by the black men but he simply said, as before, it was up to Stephanie! Selling's night was just like Stephanie's except that this time Carl was in her mouth first, then John in her cunt and later in her asshole and Sam was the one to fuck her cunt. Stephanie was the most excited of the rest of us because she was seeing what had happened to her the previous night! Selina came and came, one after the other, and she was certainly enjoying herself. She, too, was exhausted when the fucking finished and she stayed on the bed naked whilst we had our drinks before returning to our rooms. Sandra was really turned on by this exhibition and was really ready to fuck as soon as we closed our door. When I was embedded as deeply as I could get into her cunt, she absolutely surprised me by asking me if I would be able to fuck her in the ass? She had never even hinted at that before and had told me on lots of occasions that it was dirty sex! I was only too pleased to try and we found our tube of KY and I lubed up her asshole liberally before I attempted to push my cock into her ass. It was certainly a struggle for her but she soon learned to relax and eventually my cock head plopped through her sphincter and I was in her asshole. I tried to go as deep as I could but she said it was hurting so I slowly pulled my cock out until it was only in about halfway. I then began to fuck her asshole but only entering about 6 inches. It didn't take me long to cum and I shot my load of cum into her ass. She was crying when I pulled out and she told me it had hurt her too much to try again. I was able to play with her clit and soon had her cumming and screaming out loud. Nothing much was said about meeting the three black men the next night but we turned up anyway and were pleased to meet them again. After drinks we went off again on our tour of the city and saw more wonderful sites of interest. Absolutely nothing sexual was said on the whole sightseeing tour and when we reached the resort we all moved to our room for drinks and to thank the three guides. The only difference I had noted this evening was that for the first time Sandra was wearing a short mini-skirt and a thin blouse. Although I didn't know it at the time, she wasn't wearing a bra and this was a first for Sandra. As the drinks were partaken Stephanie asked what we were going to do for entertainment tonight. It was obvious no body was going to suggest Sandra should try the black men! To our surprise, Sandra moved over to Carl, undid her blouse and pulled it off! She was standing naked to the waist in front of a black man and I was truly shocked to see her standing there. She then took Carl's shirt off and then moved forward and began kissing him and at the same time she was rubbing her pointed nipples against his bare chest! She hadn't turned to me for permission and I hadn't even thought she would even think of doing something like this. She then unhooked her skirt and when it dropped to the floor I had my second surprise of the night, she wasn't wearing any panties - her red pubic hair was showing clearly to anyone looking and it was possible to see her exposed cunt lips underneath. She soon had Carl's jeans off and they were both naked. She quickly dropped to her knees and took his huge cock into her mouth! She managed to get more in her mouth that the other girls had and she was sucking with obvious delight. I was totally shocked because I had never seen her do anything like this before and this was my wife who was sucking this black man with her mouth. Just as the other sisters had done, she moved back onto the bed and lay there with her legs apart while Carl climbed onto her chest and again stuck his cock into her mouth. Sam moved between her legs and began sucking her clit and licking and fingering her cunt lips. She was soon cumming and, just like her sisters, she was squirming on the bed in pure lust. Sam then moved his body until his absolutely huge cock was pressed up close to her cunt and, with a bit of maneuvering her managed to get his cock inside her. He pushed until he was completely inside her and she was totally filled. He didn't pump her for very long before he did as the others had; he pulled her up, laid on the bed and then positioned her asshole above his hard cock. When she was lowered on to his cock by the others, it took some time before it was able to penetrate her asshole but eventually it did pop in and then he began the slow entry until his whole cock was in her asshole! She hadn't screamed once and, although she was crying, it was for joy not for pain! There was something completely obscene about the way the three black men had positioned each of the girls so far. With them lying on their backs, with a cock up their assholes, on top of the man underneath, and their legs spread so widely exposing their cunts so wantonly. My Sandra's cunt was glistening from the excitement so far and she looked beautiful lying there on Sam's body, her pretty red pubic hair framing her cunt. Carl then pushed his cock into her between her widely spread legs until he was completely inside her. John then moved up to her had and placed his erect cock in her mouth. She was getting the same treatment as her two sisters. Selina was sitting closest to me and when I pulled my cock out to jerk myself off, she reached over and took my cock in her hand and she stroked me instead. When I could see Sandra was beginning to cum as a result of the three men also beginning to cum, Selina leaned over and took my cock in her mouth. In no time at all the three men came in Sandra and I came in Selina's mouth! This time it was Sandra's time to lie exhausted and naked on the bed. Usually she is too modest to even think of being naked in front of other people but this time she just didn't care. If it hadn't been for Selina sucking me off I guess I would have been shooing everyone out of the room so I could fuck my darling wife. As it was, as soon as the others had gone and the appropriate thanks had been given, and we were alone, I moved over to Sandra and rubbed my hands over her sweaty body. She was quite wet and the cum was running out of her cunt and her asshole just as it had with the two sisters. She was a totally fucked wife and I still hadn't fucked her myself this night! I had a raging hard-on and wanted desperately to fuck my wife but I wasn't sure about sloppy seconds! I asked Sandra if she wanted me to fuck her now but she said she was very sore because of the size of the black men but she offered to suck me off! This was a first with me and so I enjoyed my second head job for the evening. She swallowed my cum just the same as she had with the black men and I guessed we might have turned a corner with our sex life! I certainly hoped so. Sandra confessed to me she had wanted to be fucked by another man ever since we had married but had never been game to suggest it. She also told me she had never even thought about a black man until our holiday but now she hoped there were other black men at home. She said, and I regretted hearing this, "Well, it is true, once you have a black man's cock you will never be satisfied by anything less!" I wonder whether she will be wrong about that! Again, I hope so!