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The Conversion

By: Just Plain Bob



John was sitting in the chair watching as I worked on Bill's cock with my mouth. He was smiling at me and slowly stroking his erection. I winked at him, took my mouth off of Bill and got on the bed. Bill spread my legs so he could slide his hard cock into my steaming pussy for the third time that afternoon and I moaned:

"Oh yes, oh god yes, that feels so damned good."

He lifted my legs up onto his shoulders so he could push deep into me and began fucking me hard and I came and I came and I came. I felt him tense up and then he erupted and splashed my insides with spurt after spurt of his cum. I was astonished that he could push so much into me after already having cum in me twice.

Bill pulled out and fell to the bed beside me, but I wasn't through and I wanted more. I wanted more, much, much more and I bent my head and took his limp cock in my mouth and went to work on him. He recovered faster than I thought he would and I climbed on top of him and used my hand to guide him into me. I motioned for John to come over and join us and he got on the bed and moved in behind me. I felt his fingers probe my ass and I hissed:

"Yes, yes, right there, put it right there."

It was a good thing that both John and Bill had already been in my ass once each and had loosened it up or John's quick shove might have brought me pain instead of the pleasure I received when he entered me. I had to hard cocks in me at the same time and the feeling was incredible. I had the strongest climax of my life. It was totally fantastic and I wanted it to go on and on, but I knew I couldn't. Even in the almost mindless bliss I was experiencing I still had a small portion of my brain trained on the clock. I had to finish this and get home.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me hard and make me cum" I chanted as I urged the two men on and I came one more time as the two men exploded inside me. I felt John's cock pulse as his pushed his load deep into my ass and seconds later Bill flooded my pussy. I held still and luxuriated in the feeling and then I said: 

"That's enough sweeties. I'd love to stay longer, but I need to get on home and fix my husband's dinner."

"You going to feed him our cream pies?"

"Good heavens no."

"Why not?"

"Because my being that wet might make him suspicious and we don't want that, do we? We certainly don't want anything to put a stop to what we are doing, right."

"No, I guess not."

The two men dressed and left and I rushed to the bathroom to shower and douche before getting dressed and going home.

That's it boys and girls, one more true adventure in the life of Cyber Slut Wife. Stay tuned for the next time this bored housewife spreads her legs for some fun.

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I clicked on the 'back' button until I got to the story index, checked to see if there were any other stories I wanted to read, found none and then signed of the Net. I checked my watch and saw that I had cut it pretty close again. Vickie was due home in fifteen or twenty minutes from one of her many church activities and I always liked to give myself a half hours leeway.

I was going to have to get a watch with a built in alarm. The last thing I needed was for Vickie to come home and find me reading erotic stories an Internet adult web site. I had pretty much run out of patience with my wife and another argument and preaching session could very well end our marriage.

It was a story that a hundred thousand people could identify with. Childhood sweethearts, going steady all the way through high school; separated by college and back together four years later. Marriage, three kids, now grown and out on their own and a wife with suddenly nothing to do to keep her occupied.

Most wives in those circumstances went out to see if they could get back into the work force or join a charitable organization and donate time. That might have been the route that Vickie would have taken if circumstances had been different. 

I still don't know how it happened, but I went away for a two week training session and when I got home I found that in my absence Vickie had been SAVED! Washed in the blood of The Lamb, had accepted Jesus as her Lord and Master and I'm here to tell you that there is no greater fanatic in the world than the recently converted.

I pulled into the garage, got my suitcases out of the trunk and noticed a box with my Penthouse, Playboy, Gallery and other men's magazines sitting next to the trashcans. Something else didn't look right in the garage and it took me a minute before I realized that all my girlie calendars were missing from the walls. 

I walked into the house and found Vickie sitting at the kitchen table reading a Bible. The girlie posters and magazines slipped to the back of my mind as I went over and kissed her. Instead of getting up so we could hug and kiss each other she turned her head so that my kiss just brushed her cheek. Not the greeting I had expected from a loving wife after a two week separation.

"Come on sweetie," I said, "Lets go upstairs, I'll unpack and we can make up for some lost time."

"No Burt. I think you had better sit down. We need to talk."

"About what?"

"About God Burt, and how we have not let Him into our lives. When was the last time you went to church Burt?"

"I don't know. When I was twelve or thirteen I'd guess."

"Why did you turn your back on God then?"

"Probably because I came to realize that God was just a figment of imagination for people. That he didn't exist or if he did he wasn't worth paying attention to."

"My God Burt, how can you say that?"

"Easy Vickie, all I have to do is look around and see how screwed up the world is. If God so loved us that He gave us his only begotten son he wold not have let this world get into the horrible shape it is in."

"That is not God's fault Burt, that is the fau...."

"Park it Vickie. I don't argue religion with anyone. If they believe in God nothing I say is going to change their mind and there isn't anything they can say to me that is going to change mine. What the hell is this all about Vick?"

It turns out that while I was gone some bible thumpers came through the neighborhood knocking on doors and Vickie, tired of sitting home alone watching television, invited them in.

"I've asked God to forgive me for walking away from him all those years ago. I've joined a church Burt and I've decided that I'm going to devote my free time working for the church and helping to spread the Gospel."

She picked up a piece of paper from the table and handed it to me.

"Here is our schedule honey. We have Bible study on Tuesday and Thursday. There are other church activities scheduled for other nights of the week, but we will ease into them later. There are two services on Sunday, one at nine and one at eleven. I prefer the early service, but in truth it wouldn't hurt us to go to both. Of course you will need to give up your Sunday golfing.

"There have to be some other changes made around here and I've already started. I've gotten rid of your filthy magazines and I've pulled that trash off the walls of the garage. Oh, and all of those filthy videos have been tossed out. We also need to decide how much we are going to tithe the church. The accepted standard is ten percent, but with the children gone I think we can do better than that."

She looked at me expectantly and I took a deep breath and wondered where to start when suddenly it occurred to me that anything I said was going to lead to an argument that could not have any winner. I did the only thing I could think of that would make my position clear without words. I got up, went out into the garage, picked up the box of magazines and carried them back into the house. I took them into the den where I had set up a home office and I set the box down on my desk. Then I went back into the kitchen, got my suitcase and headed for the bedroom. I was unpacking my bags when Vickie came into the bedroom.

"Why did you do that?"

"Why did I do what?"

"Bring those filthy books back into this house."

"You forgot something Vickie. Those are my magazines, not yours, and you don't throw away my stuff without talking to me first."

"I won't have that garbage in my house Burt."

"It is my house too Vick and I will have what I want in it. And we might as well get this over with now. I wasn't going to say anything and just hope that it would go away, but that is unrealistic of me because it isn't going to go away. First off, I am an agnostic. I question the existence of God, but even if there is a supreme being I have no use for him, her or it.

"Secondly, I am not working my butt off to make money to give to a bunch of religious zealots. If you want to tithe it will be out of your household allowance. You can give up your beauty shop appointments for God.

"Lastly, I will not be going to Bible study, nor will I be attending any church services. All I am willing to do is go with you to church social events like potluck suppers or picnics. If you want to be a religious nut go ahead, but leave me out of it." 

She looked at me for a moment and then she went over to the bed and took the pillow from the side she slept on and started out of the room. She stopped at the door and turned to me and said:

"I'll be sleeping in Krisha's old room until you come to your senses" and then she left.

That move ended our marriage. It continued on, but all it was after her changing bedrooms was two people co-existing in the same house.

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For the next six months all we were was civil to each other. Vickie slept in Krisha's room and I slept in what used to be ours. It wasn't easy on me, but it wasn't a major hardship either. Like a lot of couples who had been together over twenty-five years we grew less passionate, but more comfortable with each other. The sex had been good, but infrequent, maybe five or six times a month, so I did miss it, but I wasn't going to die because it stopped.

What I did miss was the snuggling, the cuddling and the waking up in each other's arms. I hated that Vickie was depriving me of it, but at the same time I was questioning whether she had ever really loved me if she had could she do this to me, to us. We grew farther and farther apart.

Vickie continued her assault on my wicked ways. The box of magazines disappeared again, but I said nothing. All they were was symbolic and the only reason I had carried them back into the house was to make a point that obviously hadn't been taken. I'd already read them and just hadn't gotten around to throwing them out.

It was about six weeks before I noticed that I hadn't received my subscriptions to Playboy and Penthouse Letters. I found out that Vickie was throwing them away when she picked up the mail every day. I let it slide because it didn't really matter all that much to me any more - I had found the Net! More specifically I had found the thousands of porn sites that offered me everything that I had gotten from my magazines and much, much more.

It didn't take me long to realize that just as my magazines had disappeared so would my computer if Vickie found out what I was using it for. I would just buy another one and another after that if I had to, but it could get expense after a while. The only other option was to end the farce that our marriage had become, but to me that was the least attractive way to go. It would mean giving up my settled existence. The house would have to be sold and the proceeds split. Everything else, savings, certificates of deposit, my pension and 401k would be split fifty-fifty and I would probably end up paying alimony. It would mean giving up my wood working shop in the basement; the three car garage which would leave me without a place to work on the '34 Ford three window coupe I was restoring. Loss of the house would inconvenience me in a lot of other ways also, so to me the solution was to just stay out of Vickie's way and not give her anything to bitch about.

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As far as the Net was concerned, my thing was erotic stories and I quickly found several sites that were free. Some were so-so, some were good and a few were excellent. I was soon spending all my time on three sites and before long I had a list of favorite authors and one of my favorites was Cyber Slut Wife. Her stories were a series (if she could be believed) of the sexual encounters she'd had.

Her first story described her fucking her husband's best man just before the wedding ceremony. Next were three men she slipped away with while on her honeymoon and then followed years of hanging horns on her husband with almost every friend he had, and a whole host of others. She seduced her paperboy, the home handy man who did some work in her basement, the cable guy, door to door salesmen and even a Jehovah's Witness. Each occasion fired her up for the next and she merrily went about screwing everything in pants until the day she thought she'd been caught. She worked her way through it unscathed and then backed off to let things settle down. Outside of an occasional back seat visit at a party or a bar pick up when hubby was out of town she kept her legs closed until her kids were grown and had moved out.

With the house empty now she had time to get back to what she liked to do most - fuck! She dressed herself up and went out to the hotel at the airport and let herself get picked up by a traveling businessman. She spent four hours in a hotel room with him and then went home and cooked her husband his dinner. Her next story told how she had done the same thing once a week for the next three weeks. The third week she was in the man's room in mid-fuck when another man came into the room and decided to join them. It was her first threesome and she had loved it. 

The second man told her he would be back through town the following week and he asked if he could see her again. Her next story covered that visit. She met him at nine in the morning and by noon she knew just how big a slut she was. He brought in a friend and then a second one and she had her first triple penetration. 

One of the men brought in was a local man named Harry and as the four of them were dressing the local guy had suggested that they could help each other. He had customers and clients that she could take care of which would eliminate her having to troll for fresh meat and she would be able to stop going to places where someone who knew her might see her. He would get her a cell phone that only he would have the number to; he would give her a clothing allowance so she could keep herself in sexy things and 'come fuck me' high heels and the biggie - he would rent her an apartment where she could 'entertain'. She thought it over and said yes.

Her latest story was about a six-man gangbang that took place when Harry hosted a poker game at the apartment. When it was over one of the men had asked her if her husband was going to notice how loose and sloppy she was and she had replied:

"He hasn't had me in almost a year so he'll never know."

"He hasn't fucked you in over a year? What is wrong with him?"

"Just stupid I guess."

I don't know why I was so into the Cyber Slut Wife stories. She was not the kind of women that I would like if I met her in person. The casual way she cheated on her husband and the callous way she always referred to him painted the portrait of a woman who was trash to my way of thinking. I think the reason I liked her stories was because they were just that, stories. She built a story around each meeting she had and included all kinds of details. None of that "I sucked his cock and then I fucked him and went home" kind of stuff.

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It had been fourteen months since Vickie had moved out of our bedroom and neither one of us had made a move toward reconciliation. Things might have gone on that way for another fourteen months had Vickie not had an accident. I was at work when the call from my daughter came. She had stopped by the house to visit Vickie and had found her unconscious at the foot of the steps. Vickie had apparently fallen down the stairs and smacked her head a good one.

Krisha had called 911 and Vickie was on her way to the emergency room at County General. By the time I got there she had been looked at and admitted. I talked with the doctor who told me that she had a concussion. X-rays had shown there was no bone damage:

"But we want to keep her overnight and take a fresh look in the morning."

"Thank you doctor. I'll go see her now."

"She's asleep right now. She was causing some problems and we had to sedate her."

"What kind of problems?"

"She was fighting the nurses and orderlies and trying to get away from them. She kept yelling that she had to get home before her husband."

"Odd. That doesn't sound like Vickie. Normally she couldn't care less if she was home when I got there or not. That bump on her head must have made her delirious."

"That's kind of what we thought too and that's why we sedated her and want to keep her here for observation."

I did look in on Vickie, but she was definitely out of it so I went on home.

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The first thing that I noticed were the blood spots on the carpets at the foot of the stairs and I made a mental note to get a carpet cleaner in to clean it up. The second thing didn't register right away. I didn't notice it until I was ready to sit down and eat what I had fixed myself for dinner. There was a lap top sitting on the dinning room table. I didn't even know that Vickie had one. It was open and plugged in and curiosity got the best of me.

The screen saver was running and I hit ENTER and the last thing Vickie was working on appeared on the screen. I suddenly knew what was behind Vickie's panic attack at the hospital and the reason why she needed to beat me home. There on the screen was a picture of a naked Vickie with a black cock sticking in her cunt. The picture didn't show her face, but I didn't need a face to know it was her. Plainly visible were the two tattoos that she had gotten on her thirty-fifth birthday; a heart with my initials in it just above the hair line of her cunt and a butterfly on the upper curvature of her right breast.

I sat down and started looking through the contents. Luckily nothing was password protected and what I found turned my world on end. The first thing I found was that the picture was an attachment for an email that Vickie had sent or was about to send before her accident stopped her. The email itself said:

"That's for your support sweetie. Here is a little something to remind you to keep sending me good comments. Love ya, CSW."

I wondered what CSW meant. I was familiar with LOL and some others, but I had never seen CSW before. Next I checked Sent Messages and found forty-six more emails that all said thanks for your support and all had attachments.

My Pictures was next and it was a revelation. There were over a hundred pictures of a naked Vickie and in all of them she had a cock either in her mouth, her ass or her cunt and in several she had more than one in her. The ones that showed a cock in her mouth had her face blurred, but I could still tell it was her by the tattoos. A close examination of the pictures showed that there were at least fourteen different men enjoying themselves at my expense.

A trip to My Videos let me see Vickie being an absolute slut as in thirty-one videos clips she was fucked in all three holes and in a couple of clips she was taken in all three at once.

The mother lode was in My Documents and it was there that I learned the meaning of CSW. There, on the hard drive, was every story that Cyber Slut Wife had written, including a few that I had not yet read. My own wife was one of my favorite authors and the stories she wrote were of the things she had been doing behind my back. I'd even gotten myself off to a couple of them and wasn't that a kick in the teeth.


The Conversion



But even that wasn't the best part. The best part was a folder labeled "My Diary." It was an itemized account of every sexual affair that Vickie had engaged in. It gave names, dates, times and places and included a critique of the session. It started two days before our wedding and ran until the day before the accident. Her first was my cousin Tom on the night of our rehearsal dinner, her second was my best man the morning of the wedding and according to her diary there were seven other men who enjoyed her on our honeymoon when she wasn't being enjoyed by me. According to the story she wrote about it there were only three and I wondered about that. I guess she must have thought seven would be a little unbelievable for a new bride on her honeymoon.

I found out that she considered my best friend a 'lousy fuck' and my brother 'adequate." I was totally surprised to see that she considered me 'exceptional." If that was the case why was I only one of hundreds who had used her and why hadn't we been having more sex the last couple of years?

I found out that my daughter Krisha had been fathered by my about to become ex-best friend and that I might, only might, be the father of Darlene and William.

It was too much too fast. There was still a ton of stuff to read, but I couldn't take the time to do it. I needed to get back to the hospital and be there when Vickie woke up. Fortunately Vickie's laptop had a CD burner and I got some blanks and downloaded everything. Leaving the laptop where it was I headed back to County General.

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I was sitting in the room reading a book when Vickie woke up. She was a little groggy at first and when she finally got around to noticing me her face registered alarm.

"How long have you been here?"

"Since it happened. Krisha found you, called me and I came straight from work."

"You haven't been home yet?"

"No, not yet."

I saw the relief wash over her face. Just then Krisha came in and I got up and went to the bathroom. When I came back Krisha was gone and I asked where she was Vickie told me that she had just stopped by to check on things and her boyfriend had been downstairs waiting so she left. I stayed for another fifteen minutes and then said I needed to get on home and feed the cat, but Vickie stopped me and gave me a list of people to call to let them know what happened. I said I would and started to leave again and again she stopped me and asked me to talk to the doctor before I left. It was obvious that she was trying to keep me from going home. It was another hour before I was able to get out of the hospital and when I got home I was not surprised to see that the laptop was gone.

The doctor told me that they would be releasing Vickie around two that afternoon so that gave me three hours to be nosey. I searched her car and found an overnight bag with two pair of high heels, some nylons, a garter belt and a lot of make up. I really didn't expect to find much because if her stories were true, and I didn't doubt them for one minute, most of the incriminating stuff would be at the apartment Harry had rented for her. In the closet in her bedroom I found the carrying case for the laptop, two boxes of blank CDs and some manuals. I didn't disturb them; there was no way I wanted Vickie to know that I was on to her.

I headed for my computer to spend some time on the stuff I had downloaded. The one thing that had bothered me most since finding her laptop and seeing what was on it was trying to reconcile Vickie's religious conversion with her whorishness. I found the answer in the information I had downloaded. In her diary she described how Harry had told her not to have sex with me any more. He told her that she belonged to him now and not me. 

Vickie's religious conversion was a fake! It was a wedge she could use to split us apart and keep us apart. It was the age old use of sex as a weapon. Withhold it until you get what you want and then give it as a reward. In my case Vickie knew I'd never give in on the subject of religion. All her bible study classes and other church activities were just her way of getting out of the house so she could spread her legs for whoever Harry pointed her to.

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That afternoon I picked Vickie up at the hospital and brought her home. I didn't do anything out of the ordinary and as far as Vickie could tell I wasn't the least bit suspicious of anything. I spent two days going over everything I had downloaded from her laptop and thinking about what to do. I finally made an appointment with a lawyer and he gave me the bad news. In our state any divorce was going to cause a 50/50 split of the assets regardless of the reason for the divorce and I, in all likelyhood, would have to pay for both lawyers, Vickie's and mine. The only way I could get out and keep what I wanted was to find a way to make Vickie walk away without a fight. What I had to do was sue for divorce, ask for what I wanted and not have her contest it.

I spent another week thinking on it and I came up with a plan. It left a sour taste in my mouth to have to do it the way I was going to have to, but it was the only way for me to come out ahead on the deal. I hired a private investigator, told him what I wanted and three weeks later I had most of what I needed. I had all the information on Harry, I had the address of the apartment and I had the personal information on twenty-seven of Harry's clients who had visited the apartment. One of the most interesting of those names was Thomas Shift, our city manager.

The next step was to find a twenty-four hour locksmith and one night after Vickie had fallen asleep I took her keys from her purse and went to the locksmith and had them duplicated. I already knew from the detective's report that the apartment wasn't used when Vickie wasn't there so I took the duplicate keys and paid the apartment a visit.

The apartment closets held enough sexy lingerie to fill a Victoria's Secret store and enough pairs of high heels to outfit a Vegas chorus line. One of the bedrooms was locked and I found the key that opened it and I let myself in. There was a see through mirror mounted on one wall that allowed you to watch what was going on in the next bedroom. There were also three video cameras set up to tape the action. In the bedroom closet I found over a hundred videotapes. I'd seen enough to give me an idea on how to go about getting Vickie to fade away quietly.

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That Friday evening when I got home from work I walked into the house to shouts of, "Surprise, surprise." Vickie had thrown a surprise birthday party for me and it was most interesting to me to see the assembled guests. Besides our three kids there were fourteen couples and three guys without dates. Seventeen men and every fucking one of them was an entry in Vickie's diary. There was a lot of glad handing, back slapping good cheer and at any other time with me not knowing what I knew it would have been a hell of a fine party.

Brian, my soon to be ex-best friend, gave me a three day all expenses paid trip to a golf course up in Breckenridge, probably to get me out of town so he could fuck Vickie. There were other assorted gifts, but the one that caught my attention was the one from Vickie. It was a new laptop computer. There were two reasons why it grabbed my attention: I'd never shown any interest in having a laptop and I had no use for it and secondly, we were barely talking to each other so why was she spending that kind of money on me? Come to think of it, why did she even throw a party for me? It made no sense at all, but then what had recently? As I sat there and surveyed all the people laughing and having a good time I wondered how many would still be laughing after I lowered the boom.

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It took three weeks to get all the paperwork done and then I was ready. It was all a matter of timing. Tuesday night I used my duplicate set of keys to enter Vickie's love pad and I removed all the videotapes, the video cameras and anything else I thought I might like. That night at home I snuck into Vickie's bedroom and got her laptop from where she stored it in the closet and put it in the trunk of my car with everything I'd taken from her apartment.

Eight o'clock the next morning I was in Harry's office and I asked his secretary to tell him that Vickie Boland's husband was there to see him on a matter of great importance. She did and he stalled me long enough to try and call Vickie and find out what was going on. He didn't reach her because when I left the house I cut the phone line and I had taken her cell from her purse. Finally I felt that I had waited long enough and I told his secretary to tell him he had two minutes and then I would be leaving and my next visit would be to Thomas Shift.

That got him off the dime and I was ushered into his office. "What is this all about Mr. Boland?"

"Saving your miserable fucking ass Mr. Grant."

"Just what are you getting at" he snarled at me and started to get up.

"You get out of that chair fuckface and I'll the beat the fuck out of you and throw you out your office window and laugh as you make the four story trip down to the street."

He sat back down and I went on, "What it is shit head is that in order to get what I want you are going to get a free ride." I looked at my watch and said, "I'm expecting a call within the next five minutes telling me that my whorish wife has been served divorce papers. You will then see to it that she does not contest the divorce. In return none of the videotapes that used to be in your little love nest will become public and embarrass your clients. I'm sure that Tom Shift, for one, will appreciate your seeing to it that the tapes never see the light of day. But then he doesn't know about them does he? At least he doesn't know about them yet. 

"In addition to the tapes not becoming public" and I handed him a folder, "Vickie's diary will not see the light of day. If you are unable to convince her to walk away from me without a fight it will all go public and your business goes into the shitter to say nothing of all the personal lawsuits that will be filed against you. Including one by me for alienation of affection and whatever else my lawyer can come up with."

Just then my cell phone beeped and I took the call. When I disconnected I said:

"The papers have been served. You probably won't hear from her until she can get to a phone - I disconnected the one at the house and I have her cell in my briefcase - but as soon as she does reach you it would be in your best interests to start on getting her not to contest the divorce."

"Just how in the hell am I supposed to be able to talk her into not contesting?"

"Your problem, not mine. You told her to stop having sex with me anymore and she did what you told her. You had better hope she listens to you this time too. If worst comes to worst I don't care if you have to kill her to save yourself, just let me know ahead of time so I can have an iron clad alibi."

I got up to leave and when I got to the door I stopped, turned and said:

"I owe you a lot of pain and I am torn between hurting you bad or letting you walk in order to get what I want. You need to keep that in mind when you are trying to get her to not contest the divorce. Fail and my fall back position is to ruin you professionally, personally, financially and physically. Imagine yourself in a wheelchair for the rest of your life and it just might help give you incentive."

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I was no sooner in the car when my cell went off again. The screen showed it was a number not known to me and so I figured that Vickie had gotten to a phone so I didn't take the call. She called several times over the next two hours and I finally shut off the phone. 

At one I showed up at the house with a rented U-Haul van. Vickie was on me as soon as I was in the door waving the papers at me and demanding to know what I thought I was doing.

"I decided that it was time to end this farce of a marriage. When you moved out of our bedroom you showed me you didn't want me. I finally decided that I don't want you so I'm getting a divorce."

"Bullshit. All you ever had to do to get me out of Krisha's room and back into ours was meet me half way on our getting back in touch with God."

"You knew that would never happen Vickie, in fact you were counting on it."

"What are you talking about?"

"Doesn't matter Vick. You want to help me move your clothes and stuff out to the van, or are you comfortable with the idea I can do it without trashing most of it."

"Move my stuff to the van? Why?"

"I'm throwing you and your Bible out Vick."

"You can't do that. I've as much right to stay in this house as you have."

"That may be Vick, but you will have to get a lawyer and have him get in touch with my lawyer to establish that. Until that happens you are out. Now, you want your stuff with you when you leave or do you want me to just push you out the door?"

"You can't do this to me."

"Oh yes I can. Now start grabbing your stuff or I'm throwing you out without it."

"Where am I supposed to go?"

"I'll drive you over to your fuck pad on Newark Circle. When you get there you can call Harry and cry on his shoulder."

At the mention of the apartment on Newark Circle and the mention of Harry's name the fight went out of her. She went upstairs and started carrying things down and out to the van. I helped her and we were about halfway done when I saw her looking anxious. She kept digging in the closet and I finally said:

"It isn't there. My lawyer has it. You will get it back when the divorce is final. He is going to use what is on it for evidence. When you get to your love nest on Newark you can call Harry and he'll tell you all about it."

No more words were said as we finished loading her stuff into the van and nothing was said as I drove her to the apartment. I emptied the van onto the sidewalk in front of the apartment building and drove away leaving her standing there.

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The hardest part for me was telling the kids. Vickie was lying trash so I couldn't just let her tell them her version which would no doubt paint me as Attila The Hun. I had no intention playing the "pit mommy against daddy" game, but I was going to give them all the information that I had and then let them make up their own minds.

I called Krisha at work and asked her to meet me for a drink when she got off. I told her that I was divorcing her mother, but I didn't tell her why. I gave her a copy of everything I had taken from Vickie's computer; pictures, video clips, diary - all of it - and told her to go through it and that if she had any questions to give me a call or come by the house and see me.

"I'll be home all weekend 'pumpkin' (my pet name for her) if you want to talk."

Next I called Darlene and William and made arrangements to meet them for breakfast at a Denny's. I gave them the same talk that I gave Krisha, gave them copies of the same stuff, and went on home.

Darlene was the first to call. She called around noon, "Surely you don't believe any of that stuff, do you dad?"

"I'm afraid I believe all of it honey."

"It can't be true dad. There must be a reasonable explanation for it. Maybe it was an outline for a book or something. She always said she was going to write someday."

"Have you gone through all the material yet?"

"No, not yet."

"You remember the night your mother took you and Krisha into our bedroom and showed you her new tattoos?"

"Yes, I remember that Krisha and I thought it was a real kick."

"Finish all the material honey. Check out My Pictures and My Videos. You will recognize the tattoos."

"You are wrong about this dad, I just know you have to wrong. Mom couldn't do this, she just couldn't."

"I'm sorry honey, but I have to go now. I'll be home all day if you want to talk when you finish the material."

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I was sitting on the couch in the living room reading when Krisha came into the house. She came into the room and sat down on a chair opposite me. I put the book down and waited. She looked down at the floor for a moment and then asked:

"Is it true?"

"Is what true honey?"

"That Brian is my father?"

"I only know what your mother wrote in her diary."

"How long have you known?"

"Since the day she fell down the steps" and I went on to explain how I'd come into the house and found the laptop and what I'd done after.

"That computer? I guess it was a good thing I didn't take the time to look at what was on it. God only knows what I would have done."

"I don't understand?"

"That day in the hospital. When you left the room mom asked me to do her a favor. She said she had gotten you a laptop for your birthday and had set it up to check it out before giving it to you. She wanted me to run back to the house and get it before you got home and saw it. She said she would keep you busy to give me time. I didn't take the time to look at it because I thought you might be right behind me. I put it in the trunk of my car until mom called and asked me to bring it to her."

"I guess that explains the one I got for my birthday. After her story to you she had to give me one or you might have wondered and maybe asked about it or maybe you might have thought she had given it to me early and asked me how I liked it."

"I can't believe she was that way, and for all those years. You never suspected?"

"No, I didn't have a clue."

There were several moments of silence between us and then Krisha said:

"Brian is not my dad you know, you are. You always have been and you always will be."

Another period of silence and then the tears started flowing and she cried out "Daddy" and got up and came over and threw herself in my arms. She sobbed into my shoulder for a long time and between sobs she kept repeating over and over:

"How could she do that to you, to us."

+++++

William was the pragmatic one. He called around five that afternoon. 

"I've got a nine o'clock tee time in the morning. Fell like having your butt whipped?"

"Yeah, I can make it, but your game better be good because my putting has been killer lately."

"I'll pick you up at eight."

The first couple of minutes of the drive were filled with an awkward silence and then William said: 

"How do we handle this?"

"How do we handle what?"

"She's my mother and I love her. You are my father and I love you. I'm not happy with what she has done to the family, but I am not going to turn my back on her. I will try and be there for her if she needs me. The same goes for you. Is my relationship with her going to be a problem as far as you are concerned?"

"Of course not. Just because I have no use for her doesn't mean everyone else has to feel the same way."

"Good."

We played eighteen and he did indeed whip my ass. The diary entry that he might or might not be my son was never mentioned by either of us.

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Darlene was the disappointment. She held it against me that I had exposed her mother's flaws to her and I ended up being the bad guy as far as she was concerned. I don't know if that rift will ever heal.

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Two weeks went by with no word from Harry or Vickie as to whether or not she was going to contest the divorce so I started preparing for the worst. In keeping with my promise to ruin Harry if he didn't convince Vickie to walk away I started to watch the videotapes to see just what I had to work with. I was amazed at what I found. Besides the city manager I found two councilmen and one county commissioner - all married - and several prominent local businessmen, also all married. 

There was tape on eleven of the seventeen assholes that were at my party and another eleven that I knew fairly well. The rest of the men on the tapes I didn't recognize, but it didn't matter, I had more than enough for what I was going to do.




The Conversion



It suddenly occurred to me that I would have no leverage if Harry somehow got the tapes back. I did have a copy of Vickie's diary but it could always be claimed that I made it up myself. I needed the visual proof so I got all of the tapes together and got them out of the house and hid them. Before I did that I copied the portions of the tapes that showed the twenty-two supposed friends of mine and I began making up packages to give to their wives and girlfriends. The package included the video of the asshole and Vickie's diary entries that pertained to him. 

Once the packages were ready I called Harry and his secretary wouldn't put me through to him so I asked her to give him a message.

"Tell him that since I haven't heard from him I'm going to start putting out some of the information I have. I'm going to do my so-called friends first and that if I have not heard from him by Friday I will be calling on the wives of Thomas Minor, Gregg Silverman and Craig Staub. Those visits will be followed by visits to the wives of four politicians. He will know the ones I'm talking about."

By Thursday I had hand delivered the twenty-two packages to the wives and girlfriends of the twenty-two assholes. Also by Thursday I had received seven phone calls from ex-friends who swore they were going to get me for ruining their marriages. My response to all of them was the same: 

"Hey fuckhead, you fucked my wife, I didn't fuck yours. You ruined your own fucking marriage, not me, and if you come for me bring lots of help because I have a lot of anger I need to take out on someone and you'll fill the bill just fine."

Never the less I started carrying a handgun under the front seat of my car.

Friday morning I was busy building the packages for the wives and girlfriends of the eight ex-friends I didn't have video on. I'd printed out the diary entries that pertained to them and I made eight tapes that showed Vickie with mutual friends. The idea was that I could say:

"Here is her dairy information on him. I don't have actual tape of him with Vickie, but here is a tape showing you what she was doing with the others. If you want to give him a pass that is your business, but at least I gave you warning that you should get yourself tested for STDs as soon as possible."

I had just finished the packages when the phone rang. It was Harry. 

"She had agreed. What now?"

"Have her go see my lawyer. I'll give her until Tuesday. After that I won't hold back."

"You know what you've done to her? She's afraid to go out any more. There are a dozen people looking for her with mayhem on their minds."

"Not my problem. It wouldn't bother me any if some of them got a hold of her."

"You really hate her that much?"

"No, actually I don't hate her that much. I hate her a hell of a lot more."

"What happens after she sees the lawyer?"

"I'll give her back her computer, but I will sit on everything else until the divorce is final. If the divorce goes off with out a hitch I'll return everything I took out of the apartment."

"After making copies?"

"For my protection against reprisals I will copy the tapes of the four politicians and two of the most prominent businessmen."

"That isn't very trusting of you."

"I trusted my wife and look what that got me."

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I spent the rest of Friday handing out the last eight packages and Saturday I had the kids over for a barbecue. In the middle of it Darlene pulled me aside and tried to talk me into letting her mother move back in the house and when I said no way she left in a huff. The other two watched her go and just shrugged their shoulders.

My standing golf date for Sunday was cancelled since two of the foursome were ex-friend whose wives received a package from me. Sometimes it just sucks to be me.

Monday at two in the afternoon my lawyer called me and told me that Vickie had just been in and had signed the papers. Now it is just sit and wait for the divorce to become final.

I know it sounds silly to say this, but I do believe I was better off not knowing what I know now.

And I'm probably never going to read a Cyber Slut Wife story ever again.



The Conversion of Amy



The cocktail party was somewhat of an obligation. By that I mean when your boss has a party for her daughter's graduation, it's not something that can be ignored. What really bothered me was the fact that it was on a Saturday afternoon and I had planned to get away and do some fishing. As it was, I had to call my buddy and cancel out and actually, I consider my weekends to be my time, not his.

I walked in around two in the afternoon and even before I could find a quiet corner to hide in, he came over and ushered me over to his wife and his daughter. I hadn't met either of them so there was a logical reason for the introduction. Both women were attractive. 

Well I guess Mrs. Bradcliff could be described as a MILF in the common vernacular, actually sort of a trophy wife of sorts. Her daughter was hot but came across as a bit self centered. A statuesque blonde with rather large and voluptuous breasts. Of course my mind did a bit of evaluating and judging and by the size of Mrs. Bradcliff's busts, I concluded that what her daughter had were what god had given her and not what some plastic surgeon had implanted. 

Not being a very good conversationalist, I did the smile and nodding thing and asked a few questions and all the other social pleasantries that are expected when you meet the guest of honor. Fortunately, my boss moved on and escorted the two of them to some other late arrivals at the party.

Breathing a sigh of relief, and being handed a rum coke, I again looked for a quiet corner to watch the show. I would imagine that most of the single women at the party were college buddies of Lynn, Mr. Bradshaw's daughter. The rest were probably friends and family or acquaintances that enjoy this sort of get together. Unfortunately I seemed to be one of only three unattached men at the party and soon the sharks began to circle. 

Mothers were beginning to come over and introducing themselves and their daughters. The small chatter always seemed to include questions about my availability. You know the inevitable questions as to whether I was attached or available. 

Not too subtly, some of the older women seemed more interested for their own information, the ones who had come unescorted.. 

Age wise, I figure I was somewhere between the average married woman there, and their daughters or the girlfriends of Lynn. 

I was working on my third drink and trying to figure out how much longer I'd be forced to stay when the mood of the gathering subtly began to change. Alcohol always seems to do that and there was plenty of that this afternoon.

I began to notice the subtle glances and false starts as mothers began encouraging their daughters to come over and start conversations. 

In the beginning I was doing well. Or at least I thought I was but somewhere along the line, the alcohol began to work and the predatory females began to become more daring. Among them was our guest of honor, Lynn. 

She was the first. In the beginning she came over and sat at the table with me. It was a pleasant chat, you know, what do you do, or what did you get your degree in, those sorts of things. But soon she was joined by others and each was introduced. 

As the group got larger, the innuendos and questions and subtle probing became more direct. It was almost as if some sort of competition or contest had evolved and I had no way out.

Two of the young girls became a bit more aggressive and when the band returned and began to play again; I ended up on the patio dancing with one of Lynn's friends. 

Others joined us and soon I was being traded around by several of the girls. No sooner then a dance would end, another would start and I had a different partner.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy women and sure, I do dance fairly well, but the band had a good crowd on the patio, and they never seemed to want to take a break. That's when one of the girls, Amy came to the rescue. 

We had shared a dance and even before the music stopped, she took my hand and led me off the floor. 

Now Amy is a natural blonde with a sort of pageboy hairdo. Probably she wears a C bra and has a slender waist and very enticing hips. Her lips are full and she has the deepest light blue eyes I have ever seen. We stood by the railing looking out across the lawn at the lake when she turned to me and whispered.

"Want to get out of here with me? I know a place that's much quieter, and sort of, well romantic? Care to take me there?" I thought for a minute and decided I'd been here long enough to say my goodbye's and leave. She pointed out her car and told me to follow her in mine. 

She left just as I went to find my host and say my goodbyes. Before l could locate Mr. Bradshaw, his daughter and one of her friends came up to me and made practically the same proposition that I had accepted with Amy. 

I was as polite as possible and explained I had another commitment. That was when Lynn's friend pressed a small piece of paper in my hand. Taking it I put it in my pocket and left.

Following Amy to the outskirts of town she pulled into the parking lot of a little restaurant bordering the lake. She was right; it was out of the way and very secluded.

She waited for me to catch up with her and we both went in. Selecting a table in the back that overlooking the lake, I ordered drinks. I was at a bit of a disadvantage because she seemed to know a lot more about me than I knew about her so naturally I began asking about her job and a lot of other, safe topics. 

Apparently she was some sort of assistant to Betty Bradshaw, Mr. Bradshaw's wife. But when I tried to delve deeper, she somehow she turned the conversation around and she began asking me questions. Soon it became more personal and her questions more probing.

Before the evening was over she had my Email address and phone number. Questions moved to Lynn. Had I ever dated her, what did I think of her and more pointedly, would I be interested in dating her.

I explained that I had never met either Betty Bradshaw or her daughter until this afternoon at the party. And no Mrs. Bradshaw hadn't asked if I would like to date her. And no, Mr. Bradshaw had never brought his family into any conversations I had had with him.

Near the end of the evening, she had finished four drinks and was getting touchy feely. I really didn't mind but she was getting a bit obvious. It began when she kicked her shoes off and sort of slid down in her chair so she could put her foot between my legs. It was amazing what she could do with her foot. 

If smiles or facial expressions could be any more seductive, I'd have been drooling by that time. She would run her tongue around her full lips and lower her eyes almost inviting me to say something I might regret. I was going to suggest we call it a night when she excused herself and went to the ladies room.

When she returned she moved to the chair next to me and put her hand on my thigh. I held still as her fingers began walking up my thigh and came to rest on my cock. 

I had been swaying back and forth between erect and semi erect ever since she did that foot thing, and I guess at that point I was in one of my hard, phases.

You simply don't say no to a beautiful blonde who has her hand on your cock even if you have slacks on. I turned to her to see what expression she had on her face. She just gave me an impish grin and clutched my cock a little harder. 

She began: "Big! You're big. Know what I just did? Here, give me your hand, I'll show you."

Without letting go of my cock, she took my hand and moving it under the table, put it on her knee. Then, she slowly slid our hands up until her skirt was crumpled in her lap and her wet pussy was pressing against the palm of my open hand.

I paused a second as she let go and turning to me smiled and whispered. "I took them off in the ladies room. My panties I mean. Like what you feel? It needs attention. I really love oral. My pussy is getting juicy just thinking about you having your lips on my clit and I have my right hand on exactly what I need to suck while you're doing me. Let's go to my place. It's near by so you can leave your car here. I'll bring you back later to pick it up."

She had me really interested, and her steamy pussy had already coated my hand with her warm slippery wetness. I was really tempted, but decided things were moving just a bit too fast so I made some excuse about having a late appointment and moved my hand back up on the table. 

She frowned, yet her hand became more active, beginning to clutch and tug at my cock. Finally I promised to call her tomorrow and walked her out to her car. 

A very warm passionate kiss goodnight and I walked stiff legged, back to my car and went home. Over the weekend I received three or four phone calls, which I never answered. Then on Monday morning Mr. Bradshaw called me into his office.

"Brad," he began, "I'm going to be out of the country for three weeks and I want a favor. My wife and daughter are going to be staying up at our summer place and since it's rather isolated, I'd like you to go and watch over them. Oh Betty and Lynn will be ok but my wife suggested that I have you come on up and stay with them until I get back."

I really didn't want to baby sit his family, but I knew I'd end up on his shit list if I said no. He must have seen me hesitate because he went on.

"Betty's secretary will be there too, and actually there wont be anything much to do except get some rest. I know you'll enjoy taking a break from things here at the company."

So it was done. Handing me a map and telling me to go home and pack, I was dismissed. He was right, it was isolated but like everything he owned, it was extravagantly elegant. 

It was Amy who greeted me at the door. 

"So our shy Brad is going to be with us for a couple of weeks I hear. And Mrs. Bradshaw personally requested you. I hope you hold up. I mean taking care of three women in isolation."

I stammered and managed a half hearted, "Yeah, I think I will." She went on.

"You know Mr. Bradshaw and Betty...well their marriage is one of convenience not affection. Betty is Lynn's mother but actually Ben isn't her father. She was an accident. Ben is.....well impotent and always has been but that accident was good for show and he didn't mind her little infidelity and forgave her."

It was my turn to ask some questions. "So what does Mrs. Bradshaw do that she needs a secretary? I mean what do you do for her?"

She gave me that seductive grin and went on. "Betty writes. She calls it erotica. Lynn calls it porno, and I just go with the flow, but sometimes it gets really exciting. I'm an artist and a pretty good photographer, so I illustrate her work. I paint mostly from pictures I've taken and it can get sort of exciting at times."

You realize Betty is sort of interested in voyeurism and pushing the limits of.....lets call it sexual experimenting. Quite frankly I think she's insatiable and would go to bed with a sheep dog if she thought it would satisfy her. Part of my job is to keep her under control. And that sometimes means doing things with her that are...well, not exactly lady like."

I kept quiet and was led to a guest room. I unpacked and got into some more relaxing clothes when Amy returned and took me down to the pool area. I was seated next to Mrs. Bradshaw and handed a drink. Amy took a seat between us and her head swiveled back and forth, watching first Betty, then me.

Mrs. Bradshaw had a strange expression on her face. Perhaps it could be described as a combination of hunger and breathless anticipation. She just nodded her head, but said nothing.

That's Lynn came into view. She was butt naked. She apparently had been swimming and now, standing in front of the small table, began toweling off. 

"He's here I see. Is he going to be one of your erotic pictures mother? Will you pose him so you can have Amy paint him? Aren't you going to ask him to strip so you can see what we have to work with? Amy says he's big. When do we get to see what daddy sent us?"

Mrs. Bradshaw stared at her daughter and smiled. "Your making our guest uncomfortable Lynn. Just be patient." Then turning to me she whispered, "She's so impatient. Would you like to read one of my books Brad? I think you'll find them quite exciting. I know Amy does. She is also quite an editor and has a way of making my little tales come to life."

I nodded "yes," and quietly watched the three women gathered around the table. Amy was squirming uncomfortably. Lynn now stood with one hand on her hip while her mother pursed her mouth and looked at me more intently before suggesting we all go for a swim.

Lynn walked around and stood next to me. I stood up intending to go to my room and get my trunks when she took my hand and led me to the pool. Standing there I gazed into the sparkling water for a moment before turning.

Amy was walking towards us. She had stripped down and was nude also. Mrs. Bradshaw had her back to us and was slowly taking her clothes off and placing them on one of the lounge chairs. Now she turned and spoke.

"Now you Brad. There's no time like the present to get over your shyness. Amy has been telling us about you and...... Well show us."

A brief moment of panic flooded my mind. This was moving too fast and I still wasn't quite sure how it was going to play out. 

As I began to undress, I was thankful that my shyness was keeping me under control. I would have been mortified if I stripped and turned with an erection wavering in front of me. 

It's strange. I mean my urge to cover myself as I turned. There were three beautiful women waiting and watching and I was the object of their curiosity.

Betty nodded to Amy, and spoke. "You're going to lead this Amy, so do your thing. Go ahead. Let's see what we have here."

Betty stood just off to one side watching. Lynn moved to my side and grasped my arm as Amy crouched down in front of me.

Her warm hand crept under my balls and she lifted my cock up and slowly bent her head forward. Her mouth opened and suddenly I felt the warm tugging of her lips as she sucked me in.

Never too quick to be aroused, I held perfectly still and watched the expression on Betty's face. Her eyes moved from my head down to where Amy was squatting in front of me. I began to respond.

Now as my cock began to expand, Amy started stroking my balls and the base of my cock. Her tongue moved teasingly around the rim of my shaft and suddenly she thrust her head forward and down. She had taken me almost completely in before starting to bob her head up and down..

Betty seemed pleased, and Lynn looked down watching my cock expand and stiffen. Her nails dug into my biceps as she became more and more interested in what Amy was doing.

"Oh my god mom. He is big. He's good. Look at that. She can't even take half of it anymore."

Betty moved to join her daughter and watch. Then she turned to Lynn and whispered. "Get down there and take over for Amy. I want her to get a picture of this. A couple of shots of you on your knees sucking him off while I hold his balls. Go on let Amy go get her camera, while we take over."

It was all happening too fast. I would have been more comfortable if they had built up to this, but an hour ago I had just arrived and now, less than an hour later, I had three nude women trying to make me cum. 

Lynn wasn't quite as good as Amy had been. She was anxious but gagged each time she tried to take me down her throat. Her mother became impatient and squatted next to her daughter.

"Like this. Hold your breath and do it like this."

Mrs. Bradshaw held my cock in her hand and stared down. "My god you are beautiful. You're going to work out just fine Brad. Now watch me honey, do it like this."

Oh yeah! Mrs. Bradshaw was good. I can't remember ever having my whole cock in a woman's mouth when I was this hard, but she was deep throating me as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She never gagged but was beginning to make sort of gurgling sucking sounds each time she pushed her face forward.

Amy whispered. "Back off Betty, I want to get a shot of how big he is. Turn him loose for a second."

I felt her lips leave my cock, then the soft click, click, click of the camera as Amy took pictures of mother and daughter kneeling at my feet.

As they took turns sucking my cock, Amy moved to my side and asked: "you getting close? I want a shot of you cumming. Tell me when you're gonna shoot. OK?"

I was holding up pretty well until Lynn looked up and whispered. "Gimme it now Brad. Shoot for me. I want to feel it squirting in my mouth. Come on baby cum for us. I want to open my mouth wide and feel it hit the back of my throat. Come on Brad. Let it go. Give it up. Shoot for me now!"

I've always been a sucker for a woman begging, and this was no exception. I felt myself begin. It's sort of like some fantastic sensation streaking from behind me, rushing thru my balls, until I suddenly contract and send a thick ribbon of thick cum spewing out the head of my cock.

Betty had her hand wrapped around the base of my shaft, holding it just a few inches from her daughters open mouth. 

Amy was kneeling on one knee with her camera. Click, click, click, the shutter rapidly opening and closing, capturing each jet of cum as it gushed into Lynn's mouth.

"Beautiful. My god that is beautiful," Betty gasped. "Don't drink it all. I want a picture of it running out of your mouth and onto your tits. Don't swallow honey! I want a picture of it running down your chin."

In that split second, Lynn grabbed my balls and shoved my cock into her mouth and sucked hard. I was empty. Betty was pissed off that Amy didn't get the shot she wanted, Lynn had swallowed.

"Damn it baby. I told you to hold it. I wanted that picture for the book. Now we're going to have to do it over later."

They all stood up while I went and sat on one of the beach chairs. Amy set her camera down and went inside. She soon returned with a tray of snacks and more drinks. 

I moved to a small table and listened to the three women chatting. "Did you get any good shots, Amy?"

"Yeah, I'm sure I did. But we do need one of Lynn with cum on her face and breasts. But my god Brad, you're amazing. I never saw so much cum from one guy in my whole life. When will you be ready again?"

I didn't answer. They sat there waiting for me to say something but at that moment I was wondering about the pictures and what they had made me do. I really didn't want this to go too far. I'd be in trouble if they ever got a picture of my face in one of their little episodes.

More drinks, and too much sun was making me woozy and the three women more aggressive. At some point it became a sort of contest. Mrs. Bradshaw was definitely in charge. Amy I could understand doing what she was told. She was an employee, but I was surprised at Lynn. 

Where Betty Bradshaw was mature, and experienced, her daughter was surprisingly naïve yet anxious to please her mother. Almost as some unspoken directions were being issued, Lynn and Amy moved to my side and began that touchy thing again. Amy pushed me back down and wrapping her arms around my neck drew our lips together.

Just as had happened Saturday, her kiss was deep and her tongue darted into my mouth, dueling with my tongue. I began to respond. 

Lynn had started toying with my cock again and god only knows what Betty was up to. The chair that I was sitting on had one of those backs that fold down and someone released the catch. I was laying flat on my back, with Amy attached to my mouth and someone stroking my cock again.

It was almost as if it had been rehearsed. I lay there. Amy with her hot lips on mine. Someone with their mouth on my chest was nibbling and sucking my little nipples. When suddenly a warm slippery sheath slid slowly over my cock.




The Conversion of Amy



Half looped and horny beyond belief, I wrapped my arms around Amy's waist. In the brief moment when she moved her head to one side, I saw Mrs. Bradshaw. She had straddled my hips and had captured my cock in her warm slippery cunt. 

It began. Betty leaned forward and put her palms on the back of Amy's shoulders for support. She began to lift and fall. 

Slowly in the beginning. Almost as if savoring the sensations that were obviously toying with her senses. Then Amy moved forward, straddled my face and lowered her pussy to my mouth. God only knows what Lynn was doing at that point.

For several minutes I sucked on Amy's pussy until her clit became engorged and crept between my lips. Betty began to move more urgently up and down on my cock when I heard Lynn call to her mother. 

"Mom? She's gonna cum. Oh god I want a picture of this. Look at her face. Amy, go for it girl. Cum in his mouth. Oh my god, does it feel good honey? Cum in his mouth! I want to see you give him a taste of your juicy cunt! He wants it! Cum for him while I take your picture."

Suddenly Amy's thighs clamped tight around my head. I couldn't hear very well and she was grinding her pussy, pressing it hard against my mouth. I sucked harder on her clit until heard her cry out.

"Yes! Ohmygod Yes! I am! Holy shit it feels so fucking good. I'm gonna do it! I'M CUMMING!"

From somewhere Lynn sobbed, "Good! Cum good! I got it! Keep going. Don't stop!"

Amy filled my mouth with a warm flow of sapid fluid. It seemed to ooze from deep within her contracting pussy, flowing into my open mouth, and coating my tongue. 

Finally Lynn helped Amy off my face and now I could gasp for air. Digging my chin into my chest, I watched Mrs. Bradshaw riding my cock. She would lift and drop. Sometimes pausing to wiggle her ass on my thighs before lifting again. It felt as if she were stirring something deep inside her pussy with my cock. 

Slowly the tempo changed. She moved faster, and now began swiveling her hips forward with each thrust. She moved faster and faster. Leaning forward now her face stared into mine. Her mouth went slack as she panted for breath. 

A small stream of drool slowly flowed down her chin and onto my chest as her eyes rolled back. 

Contracting tightly, her pussy clamped firmly around my cock. She gasped.

"Fuck! Oh Fuck I'm cumming! Fuck me! I want it now! Fuck me Brad! Do it!"

I began to lift my ass up and drive my cock cruelly into her tight slippery pussy. My balls bounced against the cheeks of her ass as I thrust as deep as I could. 

My butt was bouncing up and down on the springy cushion, forced my cock in hard enough to lift her lithe body up off my abdomen. With a staccato of shuttering thrusts I watched her breasts quiver above my chest.

She screamed aloud. "YESSSS! YEAH, LIKE THAT! OH GOD I LOVE IT! FUCK ME! DON'T STOP! KEEP DOING IT! YEAH DEEP LIKE THAT. OH MY GOD I DID IT! I CAME FOR YOU! Oh god Brad I never came like that before. Holy shit that was good!"

Later I was to find out that our beautiful Mrs. Bradshaw was a ladies lady. She found it almost impossible to orgasm without lots of foreplay and oral stimulation and had always preferred another female. I suspect from the way she now looked at me, something had changed.

We finally showered and dressed. A nice dinner and several cocktails later we started a fire in the fireplace and sat around chatting about Betty's erotic book projects. She read several excerpts from her latest and asked for comments. 

Her daughter was right. To some it might be Erotica, but to most, it was an instruction manual on sexual gratification. Porn in its most pure sense.

Around eleven we decided to turn in. I had turned to go to my room when Lynn caught up with me in the hall and took my arm. 

"I want you tonight! I want what the others had. Did you know that I liked how you tasted? I never did that before, but I wanted that. Maybe I'm sick but I almost got off when I felt you cum in my mouth. I mean it really got me hot."

Actually I wanted to get some sleep but she was so insistent, I gave in. I figured I would use my hand to satisfy her then send her back to her room. I was sorely mistaken. If her mother was a tyrant, her daughter was a demanding slut.

I slid between the cool sheets and she slid in next to me. In moments she had her head under the covers and my cock in her mouth. Again I responded and soon the covers were tossed on the floor. 

She had me hard in a matter of minutes but wanted to play some sort of game. She straddled my thigh and pressed her wet pussy against it. Lying on my chest she began nibbling at my ear and slowly began hunching against my leg. Rubbing her slippery cunt up and down while dragging her erect nipples across my chest, she was exciting herself.

This play went on for about ten minutes before she lifted her head up and gasped.... "I'm horny as hell. Go down on me like you did Amy and do that thing you did with her. Suck my cunt like that too."

I decided to get it over with so I slid down and knelt on the floor. She dangled her legs over my shoulders and I nuzzled my mouth between the warm folds of her hot pussy. Her clit was already protruding slightly so it was a simple matter to purse my lips and gently suck it into my mouth. 

I began sweeping my tongue up and down the warm wet slot between the puffy mounds that hid her vagina. 

While lapping at her cunt, I reached up and began rolling her taunt nipples between my fingers. With my palms up I kneaded her breasts as I continued to swirl my tongue around the pearl I held trapped between my lips. She responded violently. 

Pressing down with her legs she lifted up and thrust her wet pussy against my mouth. I rolled my tongue and stabbed it deep within. She took a deep breath and sobbed.

"Yeah, OH Yeah, like that! Eat me! Oh god that feels good. Make me beg for it Brad! I want it! I, I,... Oh god I love it. I'm a whore. Oh damn it; I wanna be your slut. Tell me what you want me to do. I'll do anything. I'll make you happy. Oh god I need it bad."

Slipping my hand under my chin, I slid two fingers deep into her pussy, curled my fingers up under her pubic bone and found the small lump I was seeking. 

While sucking and teasing her clit with my tongue, I began firmly stroking my fingers in and out, twisting and turning them deep inside her vagina.

It happened so fast that we were both caught off guard. She let out a squeal, heaved up and made this ungodly wail. 

"Unh, unh,.... Cumming......Oh god I'm Cumming in your mouth. Suck me, oh god it feels good. Suck me dry, please. DO IT More. Eat me out, Brad."

She was smothering me. I had to finish her or suffocate. Then, just as it ended, she filled my mouth with her creamy cum. It coated my chin, my nose and my cheeks. I had done it and I thought it was over.

She lay panting and rolled onto her side. Pulling her knees up against her breasts, she lay in a fetal position and gasped for breath. I wasn't in too good a shape myself. She had damn nearly smothered me.

"More! I want more! I want your cock next. That was fantastic, but I need that cock of yours inside me."

Hell I was still fairly hard so when she rolled over and knelt at the edge of the bed I stood and moved to stand just behind her ass. She reached back and pulled the cheeks apart invitingly. 

In that position it was a simply matter to slid my cock between the engorged mounds of her labia and start to work my cock in and out. 

Stroking deeper and deeper with each sway of my hips, I finally felt the head of my cock nestle against her womb. 

"Fuck me hard! I want to feel it go in deep! Screw me until I die. I want it so bad honey. Do it to me!"

I began by slapping the right side of her ass with the open palm of my hand. I didn't know exactly what I was expected to do but apparently she enjoyed the stinging sensation of being spanked while I was enjoying her pussy. 

Once in, she held her thighs tightly together and began rolling back on her knees, meeting each thrust, and forcing me in deeper.

"I want your cock so bad baby! I'm so wet for you! I want you to fuck me hard and deep. I'm getting close! I'm gonna cum... I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Keep going. KEEP FUCKING! Unh Hunnnh, just a little bit more. Give me some more."

By now I had my hands on her hips to steady her while I drew my cock almost all the way out and plunged repeatedly back in.

"You're making my pussy cum! Oh god, I fucking love you. Do you want me? God I'm so hot. Fuck me, fuck meeeeee! I'm gonna cum again. Keep fucking it. Oh fuck meeeee!"

I was coated with perspiration and huffing and puffing. She was relentless. Once or twice I came out and had to quickly inserted my cream coated shaft back in. 

"Don't make me wait. Stick it back in! I'm gonna cum. Give me some more. Oh god, what the fuck are you doing to me? You're making my pussy cum. Oh god...I fucking love you! Do you want me? God I'm so fucking hot Brad. I never want you to stop."

I was hanging on for dear life and panting like a stag in heat. She was insatiable. She still kept begging for more. I was ready to pull out when she looked over her shoulder and shouted.

"Noooooo! Don't leave. Cum... I need your cum. Shoot Brad. Cum for me babeee. Cum for your Lynn, honey. Fuck me real fast and cum! Let it go. Shoot for me. Shoot on me. Pleese baby, cum for me?"

I had a little catching up to do, but finally felt myself building to my point of no return. I pulled out expecting almost anything to happen when she gasped:

"Shoot on my ass. Fuck it Brad, shoot on my ass and put it in."

I wasn't quite clear on this, but hell, my cock was still spurting, and well, if that's what she wanted, I'd try.

Again she moved her legs slightly apart and I pressed my cock to the tight little tan star and pressed forward. After a few seconds of resistance, I felt myself slip in and my balls squeezed against her sticky pussy. 

Again that rocking back and forth, and so help me god, she started screaming that she was cumming again. 

I didn't think it was possible for a woman to cum that way. The tightness and the sounds she was making brought my cock back to life and I continued to pummel her ass. Now the front of my thighs were slapping against her buttocks and the room resounded with a smack, smack, smacking sounds as we slammed together.

"Good. It feels good. I think I'm gonna cum this way if you can just ram it in a bit harder and faster. Oh god it's so good Brad. Fuck your little Lynn's ass good honey she's your whore now. Fill her up. Oh damn. I'm gonna cum.... Yeah. I am. I'M DOING IT. I'M CUMMING AGAIN!"

She certainly did... but I simply couldn't. Pulling out I lay next to her for a good ten minutes until our racing hearts returned to normal. Then we decided to shower together. She almost purred like a contented kitten as we bathed each other with the sponge.

Back in my room we straightened the bed out and fell asleep in each others arms. In the morning, over breakfast, Betty sauntered up to the table and grinning at me asked: 

"She any good? I mean does she make a good whore? You know we have weeks ahead and lots of pictures to take and I was wondering if my little girl and you would do a little posing while I watch and Amy does a few paintings?"

I still had this fear about the pictures the possibility of them getting into the wrong hands, but being painted might not be so bad. So I nodded yes, but added, "If Lynn thinks its ok." 

Hell I didn't even have to ask, she was beaming.

About that time Amy drifted in and pouring a cup of coffee, sat down across from us.

Looking up at Betty she asked: "what special illustrations are we looking for today? You doing that chapter on bondage or working on that vacuum sex thing?"

She smiled down, almost ignoring the question before announcing: "My little girl spent the night with Brad. And from what I saw thru the crack in the door, he gave her everything she needed...... Or maybe I should say, could take. I was wondering something though."

Amy looked up and asked: "What?"

She smiled and thought before answering. "Well, almost every girl has rape fantasies. Oh not that they would really want to be forced to do anything but still we have those fantasies. So I was wondering what would happen if the tables were turned. What if a guy was bound up and forced to submit. But not to just one women but to three. Sort of a gang adventure thing."

I was startled. When she said, "Three," I knew what was on her mind. 

I volunteered my thoughts. "I guess he might like it in the beginning, but not if the girls worked in shifts. And how long do you think a guy could last anyway?"

"Oh," she answered, "there are ways. A cock cage, or ring, a vacuum pump, potions or meds. Things like that. There are ways." 

That was the moment Lynn chimed in. 

"NO. Not with Brad. We couldn't do that. Your being cruel mom. I couldn't let that happen."

Betty stared at her daughter and almost snarled. "Don't you ever tell me what I can or can not do. We won't damage the goods; just use them to our advantage. After what I saw last night, it's amazing that you can even walk this morning. And it was all one sided. You used him and the poor guy got little in return."

The subject was dropped and we took off our bathrobes and went to the pool. A half hour later as I came out of the water, Betty and Amy reached out as if to give me a hand.

I never saw the cuffs; I only heard the soft clicking sound as they were locked around my wrists. Stumbling before them I was led into what I had originally thought to be Mrs. Bradshaw's office. It proved to be much more than that.

I was pushed against a slanted table and strapped down. Betty began pacing around the room, almost as if pondering something. I watched her. How could such a lithe and beautiful woman be so sexually tainted. 

Her body was beautiful. Like her daughter and Amy, she had shaved her pubic area and her pussy was equally as beautiful. Tight, and firm, though slightly more flushed and reddish the younger women's.

Then she turned to me and asked: "You get turned on watching women masturbate? What would happen if Amy and I made love here on the sofa in front of you? I wonder."

She paused then turned back to me. "Yesterday I had something happen that never was possible before. I got fucked and I came just by feeling your cock moving inside me. Sort of like a serpent twisting and turning deep inside. I liked it. I never felt anything like that before." 

Then last night I watched you fuck my daughter. I heard her screaming at you and pleading for you to hurt her. I heard her confess that she liked your cum and all that. I watched what you did and how she begged for more and I wanted to be her at that moment."

"So what's your problem," I asked.

"I want to find out which I like more. My Amy, and how she makes me cum, or you and how you made me cum. I need to know everything about myself. Amy is all for girls, and I know that. I didn't think I was, but I wasn't sure."

Both Lynn and Amy were in the shadows of a corner, watching Betty pace the room. 

"So am I a voyeur or what? Today I want you to fuck me again. I want you to fuck Amy and then Lynn. I want to watch you shoot your cum on someone's face. I want to taste your sex and I want to watch your eyes as the three of us masturbate in front of you. I want everything. I want to see the expression on your face as we fuck ourselves and I want you to jerk your cock while you watch us cum."

She turned and glared at the two girls huddled in the corner and went on. "And my two pretties here are going to help me drain you. I want to hear you tell us that you can't cum anymore, Brad. Then I'll make you cum again and again until I say you're done. You're going to give me inspiration for my book."

I thought for a moment. Was this what Mr. Bradshaw had in mind when he sent me over? He probably knew his wife was a bit kinky but did he know that her daughter was too? And Amy was she strictly an illustrator of porn books, or more? I assumed I was about to find out.

Then it dawned on me. Last night when we were looking at the galley of Betty's unfinished story, one of the illustrations had been an exact replica of this room. At the time I thought it was probably some sort of weird setting for one of her imagined orgies but it seemed incomplete. There were no participants in the picture. Apparently it had been incomplete because I was the final touch that needed to be added.

Looking around again I realized that the room was some sort of studio. The lighting, the staged settings, everything was arranged so some sort of performances could be photographed.

The sofa in front of me was much too deep to be comfortable to sit on. It was almost a low bed with a plush back and armrests at either end. In one corner was an overstuffed chair with a high back. That is where Amy and Lynn were seated. 

Pausing between me and the sofa bed thing, Betty turned to the girls and nodded. Lynn came over to her mother as Amy made a detour and gathered several items from a table along the wall. Now the three of them stood in front of me. Betty took her daughters shoulder and told her to lie down on the sofa. 

She wiggled her back side, working her way up to one end so she could lay her head back on one of the armrests. Next Amy took a position kneeling on the floor about where Lynn's knees were. Mrs. Bradshaw moved to the side and brought the lighting up so it highlighted Lynn's pussy and what was apparently about to happen. 

I was the spectator and Betty the director. No words were spoken but my host moved to my side took off the hand cuffs and taking my hand, placed it over my groin. I was backed up against some sort of frame and a wide strap was secured around my chest. 

Now she whispered to me. "Watch! If it excites you, I want you to masturbate. If you don't, I'll do it for you, but just watch what my Amy can do to another woman, my daughter." 

Lynn had closed her eyes. Amy began stroking her legs and planting warm wet kisses on the reclining girl's thighs. Soon her kisses moved to the young girl's breasts and her hands had moved to Lynn's pussy. Gently she stroked it as she suckled her breasts. I watched as the girl began to respond.

Slowly her hand reached out and crept to the back of Amy's head, holding her mouth more firmly against her breast. Her ass began to slowly rise and fall, encouraging Amy's hand to be more active. A low moan gave witness to Lynn's excitement and Amy began inserting her fingers between the puffy mounds of the girl's labia. I was beginning to respond.

Suddenly Betty slumped to my feet. Her hand brushed mine aside and as she watched the scene playing out on the couch. Then she took my cock and started to slowly stroke it.

Lynn softly moaned and her chest heaved. From beside her, Amy produced a thick black dildo and wetting it with her lips, spread Lynn's cunt open and began forcing it in. I don't know if she was impatient or not but Lynn lifted up as if anxious, and it vanished almost completely from sight. 

Lynn moaned my name. "Brad? Oh god I want you again. I want to cum again for you. Help me cum. Tell me to cum for you."

Betty's head snapped around and she looked up at me. "Help her Brad. Tell her you'll help her cum. Talk to her. Tell her what you want to do to her. Tell her what you're feeling as I milk your cock. Tell her how I'm making you feel, and how you wish it were inside of her. TELL HER BRAD!"

By now I was getting aroused and I watched as Lynn began to roll her head to one side, open her eyes, and gaze at me. "Tell me Brad. Tell me you want to cum in me. Tell me you want me to be your whore. Tell me how much you want to fuck me. Tell me when you're ready to cum baby. I want to know. I want to watch you cum."




The Conversion of Amy



Amy was speeding up. Her hand was a blur as she plunged the dildo in and out of Lynn's heaving body. She had again placed her mouth over Lynn's erect nipples and was sucking and biting them.

Betty had placed oil in her hand and was now keeping pace with the women on the sofa. Her hand was making a salacious slurping sound as she whipped her curled fingers the full length of my cock and I began talking to Lynn.

"Lynn baby I do want to fuck you. Lynn I want to slide my hard cock in and out of your juicy cunt and feel it suck me in deep. I want you to cum for me baby. Do it! I'll cum with you sweetheart. Come on give it to me. Cum for me Lynn!"

It's strange, but my voice urging her on seemed to be the thing that excited her most and when she screeched, "I'm cumming Brad. Oh god I'm cumming for you now!" I felt myself losing myself to the feeling.

Betty watched her daughter heave up and gasping she flailed her arms out clutching Amy as she orgasmed. 

I moaned aloud. "Me too Lynn, Me too baby!"

Betty swiveled around on her knees and drove her lips over my cock, taking my shaft deep down her throat. I began convulsively contracting as jet after jet of cum spewed into her mouth. 

"Mmmmffffff, more! Shoot more for me. I want to drink you. Give it to me, I want it all!"

She sucked hard. She squeezed my balls and began working her lips up and down my cock. As I began to slow I felt the tight collar clamp around the base of my cock, then a pulling sensation tugging at my balls. She had trapped my shaft at its hardest and held it captive in some sort of leather device. 

Lynn had rolled onto her side as Amy drew the dildo out, stood and backed away. Turning she looked at her employer and smiled asking, "Was that was number one? Did he shoot for you Mrs. Bradshaw? Now what do we do?"

She didn't answer but held her lips tightly closed. Standing, she went to Amy and sliding her arms around her waist, pressed her lips to the young woman's, stabbing her tongue in deep.

Long moments passed before they broke the passionate exchange and Betty stood back.

"Like the taste of a man Amy? Like the taste of sex? Well I do. It's the taste of success. It's our reward. Both Lynn and I know the flavor of our Brad and now he's going to fuck you until you finish for him. Yesterday I learned it could happen and today you're going to learn too.

Turning, Betty came to me and released the binding across my chest so I could stand up. 

"Lynn, get up and let Amy lay down. You go sit in the corner and watch. Our Brad is going to teach Amy how to enjoy cock. See how hard he is honey? Soon that's going to be deep inside you and you're going to cum all over it and beg for more. Now just lay back for Brad while I help a little."

Amy reluctantly lay back. And laying her head on the rest, she watched as I came over to her. Yesterday she had straddled my face and cum in my mouth. Today I was going to watch her face as she felt my cock deep inside her.

Looking down I saw the device Betty had placed on my shaft. The collar was perhaps an inch and a half wide and was covered with rows of rubbery protrusions. It looked as if it were meant for more than just keeping me hard.

I waited next to Betty as she again sank to her knees, but now she moved to kiss Amy on the lips, then her neck and lastly she cupped her small breasts and drew their nipples to her lips. Amy was quick to respond to both Betty's mouth and touch.

Allowing me room, I straddled her narrow waist and knelt on the sofa. Slowly pushing my cock down it nuzzled between the soft folds of her pussy. As I drew the head up and down, I located my wet target. Gently moving down I pressed in. Amy gasped and moved her thighs further apart.

Looking down, I watched my cock slowly slid in. My eyes moved up and I watched her knuckles turn white as she clutched at Betty's back. Then she let out a soft gasp as I buried my cock deep in her tight little pussy. 

I started by drawing my dick out slightly before again slowly moving back in. She began to contract around me, making her pussy seem even more virginal and tight.

Betty let the nipple slip from between her pursed lips with a sucking sound and whispered. "Feel him baby? Feel his cock deep inside your pussy? Like the feeling of it gliding in and out? You like it baby I can tell. You're getting real wet for him. I knew you'd like it once you felt it."

Then she turned to me. "Fuck her deeper Brad. Give it all to her. She'll open up for it. Go ahead, all the way in!"

I was sort of hesitant to shove that leather gadget in. She was very tight, and the way she was contracting wasn't really building my confidence, but I began going deeper.

Surprisingly she took it all and now my balls began making that pat, pat, pat sound each time I shoved my cock all the way in. Moments later she groaned and slapped the palm of her hand on Betty's back.

"Oh god Betty...... Betty I think........Yeah, oh yes Betty I want to cum. Betty? Betty, help me, I'm almost gonna cum. Oh god do something, it's so close now." 

Betty returned to sucking Amy's nipple while using her hand to squeeze her other nipple. I leaned forward, repeatedly raking the collar against her swollen clit with each thrust. Suddenly she began heaving up, matching my thrusts with her own.

"I'm gonna do it. Ooooooh my gosh it's cumming. Yeah.... I am! I'm fuckin cumming on his cock. I feel it. Oh fuck I love it. Keep fucking my pussy... like that. Yeahhhh OOOOOhhhhhhhhhh yeah I'm cummingggggg!"

Her fingers curled and raked down Betty's back leaving red welts where her nails had broken the skin. But her tormentor ignored the pain and continued to suckle her hard nipples. 

"No more! Please no more. It feels so fucking good but I don't think I can stand any more." I kept swiveling my pelvis, not caring any longer.

Then..."Oh shit, it's starting again. Betty? Betty how? How can it happen? It's coming again. I feel it starting. I never did that before. I'm...I want more."

Now Lynn came over and whispered to me. "Fuck moms little whore good Brad. She loves it. Faster, stick your hard cock in deep and fuck her faster, she wants it now Brad. Give it all to her. All of it honey. Fuck her hard!"

Amy had started tossing her head from side to side, flailing her hair like a wild animal. Betty was having a difficult time keeping her mouth on the girls heaving body. 

Now Amy arched her back and held her legs high in the air. She was giving in now and was seconds away, but I was tiring.

"I feel myself....I want your cock! I want you to fuck me harder. I'm getting close... I'm gonna cum...I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Yeah I'm fucking cumming again. Keep going! Keep fucking! Give me more! You're making my pussy cum. Oh god, I fucking love it! It's so good, so fucking good."

Moments later she went limp. Betty cupped her face in her hands and kissed the panting woman's lips and fondled her hair. Smiling down at her she whispered. "I knew you'd like it. You were just afraid weren't you honey. It's all right. Until yesterday I was too. But it was good wasn't it?"

Amy rolled her eyes back and managed to gasp.. Unh huh, Fantastic. He was fantastic. I never thought, pant, ... It could, pant,... feel like that. I never had that sort of orgasm before. It was like his cock was alive inside me and it belonged there. Did he cum in me? Did he shoot?"

It was my turn to smile. I didn't want to disappoint her but with this stupid gadget holding my balls away from my body, I never even came close. As all three looked questioningly up at me I shook my head no.

Lynn and her mother stood up and each took one of my arms. Leading me back to that tilted frame. Again I was fastened to it with that strap. Some latch was released and the frame rotated back. I was now lying horizontally on my back and the table was lowered. 

Betty tossed her leg over my hips and rocking up on her knees, held my cock up. As she smiled at me she slowly lowered her puffy cunt, impaling herself while sliding down until she was seated on my thighs. 

When she began rolling back and forth it reminded me of a woman riding a horse. That sort of swaying motion I had seen somewhere as a woman rides in the saddle of a loping horse. She had no qualms about taking that leather cuff in deep and now it was soaked with both her and Amy's wetness.

I had nothing to do but lay there. Her breasts moved seductively, swaying at times and seeming to rotate at other times. 

My hands were free and reaching up I trapped her erect nipples between the cruxes of my spread fingers. Now I began gently massaging each breast while holding her nipples captive. She gasped and moaned aloud.

"Good, it feels so good. Give it to me more! Move more! Help me! Ohmygosh, Ohmygosh I'm getting there. OH MY GOD I'M FUCKING CUMMING ON YOUR COCK! Do more! HARDER, PUSH IT IN HARDER NOW! I'M CUMMINGGGGGGG HARD!"

As much as I wanted, I simply couldn't finish. Only when she got off me and my cock was released, did I stop thrusting. If they wanted to torment me they had found the way.

Lynn had moved to help her mother dismount and looking down at my cock twitching slightly in a puddle of Betty's cum. reaching out; she began to remove the cock cage. Strangely it still felt as if it was on and my cock held firm and throbbed. 

Her mother had moved out of sight but now Lynn and Amy took positions. Each on the opposite side of the table. 

Lynn began: "Want me to finish you Brad? Want to feel my lips sucking that beautiful cock of your? Like this? I love sliding my fingers up and down this thick pole. I want it. I want to watch you shoot. I want to see your cock jerk and spurt high in the air and hear you gasp for me. Come on baby let me have it."

As she continued to milk my cock she would sometimes pause to put her mouth over it and bob her head furiously up and down, then go back to jerking me. Meanwhile Amy was doing this crazy thing to my chest. Trapping my little nipples, she would first pinch them then suck them into her mouth and trap them between her teeth.

I was beginning to understand why women sometimes enjoy my lips on their erect nipples. There seems to be some invisible connection between them and their vagina and for me the only difference was that it was my cock being tormented. 

I was getting close. As Amy continued to use her mouth on my chest, her hand was had moved down and was tormenting my balls. Slowly rolling them between her fingers.

I felt myself tense up and heard my own voice cry out. "Gonna shoot. It's cumming. Yeah I'm gonna shoot. Oh god do it faster, milk my cock faster I'm shooting!"

Amy had turned to watch. Lynn was frantically jerking my cock, her thumb and forefinger gliding over the rim of my shaft's head. I spurted. The first stream was almost clear. That was followed by a thick ribbon of creamy white cum that seemed to geyser high, before it splattered down on Lynn's fist. 

Again and again the stream gushed out, spewing sperm in every direction. Sometimes splattering against Lynn's face or in her hair, and sometimes just flowing out in thick globules that ran down her stroking fist.

Amy's mouth was aghast. "My god. Oh my god, look at that. How does he make so much? I wouldn't have believed it. Is he done?"

"Don't know," Lynn answered. "Let me suck him. I'll tell you in a second."

I can't remember cumming that hard for a woman in a long time. Usually I have to finish myself but Lynn Amy and Betty had me so primed that it only took Lynn a few minutes to finish what they had started.

Amy stared down at my cock then at Lynn. "What do we do now? Clean this up or what," she asked? 

Lynn snickered....."Lick it up I suppose. We made this mess and...well I suppose we shouldn't waste it."

"Really?" Questioned Amy. "It's so thick and stringy."

"I swallowed it last night. It wasn't bad. Actually I sort of liked it. Go ahead before it gets cold."

Amy bowed her head and I felt her warm tongue moving across my abs. I don't know why but it seemed sort of erotic. I mean here she was licking my tummy while Lynn was casually letting her slippery hand continue to pump my erection. 

Minutes later, Betty returned and told the girls to unfasten the strap. She looked down and mumbled something about my still being hard. Almost snidely she looked at me and snapped, "Get up! Lynn has been very patient and done a pretty damn good job of getting you off. Don't you think you should show her your thanks?"

I had no answer. Hell I didn't ask for this.

Mrs. Bradshaw had Lynn get on the table and kneel. 

"Fuck her! Fuck her like you did last night. First her cunt than maybe the other way. But now do her Doggy style. We want to get some pictures of this. I didn't have a camera last night so this is sort of a re-run.

I hesitated. Lynn wiggled her ass impatiently and Betty shoved me forward. 

"Here let me do it," she began. 

Reaching down she took my cock in one hand and with the other spread Lynn's puffy labia. Nudging my cock between the hot folds, she found the soft portal and moved the head of my cock in.

Click... click.... The camera softly recorded it all. I was deep inside the tight sheath and Lynn began deliberately contracting tightly around me. I began swiveling my hips, thrusting in and out. With my hands on her hips I began rhythmically rocking her back and forth. 

Click click. They moved around the room taking pictures as I ravished Lynn's pussy. 

The soft smack, smacking sound of my thighs slamming against Lynn's buttocks were soon joined by Lynn's gasped sobs.

"Oh yeah. Pump that cock in me. Oh that's good. Yesss I can feel that baby! I want it deep like that. Shove it in there. Yeah, harder, harder, harder! I feel that. Mom, I'm gonna cum! Mom I want it, make him give it to me. Give me that load, Brad. Mom tell him to give it to me. I'm gonna cum and, and,... don't let him stop."

Betty slapped her daughters butt hard. The smack resounded thru the room. Click, click, Amy's camera was everywhere. Now Amy was taking snaps of Lynn's face, now she was squatting at my feet taking pictures of my swaying balls. She was moving silently around the room when Lynn began again.

"Deeper. Harder, hurt me. Shove it in faster. Oh god I'm cumming. Give it to me! Baby I want it. Tell me to cum, Brad! Tell me you want me to cum. Push it up deep inside me and shoot. Do it! Shoot your cum in me! Mix with meeee, I'm cumming! DO IT NOW! SPURT YOUR CUM IN MY SLIMY CUNT! I'M A WHORE AND I WANT YOUR COCK. SHOOT,... LET IT GO!"

I did, or I began to anyway, but Betty grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back just a few seconds after I started. As soon as I was freed, the third or forth spurt geysered over her back. That's when Betty grabbed my jetting cock and lifting it slightly. I thrust forward and I was in Lynn's ass.

She let out a squeal but nothing more. She was still rhythmically rocking back and forth and my cock was trapped completely within her bowels. Slowly my cum ebbed and I drew out. Amy was right there and as soon as the head of my cock left the warm portal she again began taking pictures.

Completely exhausted they let me return to my room and shower. Dinner that night was interspersed with discussions of scenarios that could be used in following books and the remainder of the time spent at Mr. Bradshaw's home were, to be quite frank. Exhausting.



The Conversion of Carrie



Thanks to rexbrookdale for editing this story. 

*

As Carrie sat back and recalled what had taken place over the last two days, she could barely believe what happened to her. She felt so ashamed, yet she knew now that she was going to be okay, her worries were gone for now. She smiled..

I'm not getting up today, she told herself as she fell into a deep, satisfying sleep.

******

From a small town on the south coast of South Africa, 19-year-old Carrie Smith had moved to Cape Town a little over a year ago after graduating from high school. Being from mixed race ancestry, commonly known as 'Cape-coloured' in this part of the world, she had exotic features not too different from those of South American or Mexican women. She only considered herself average looking, but with her flawless light brown skin, flowing dark hair, and gorgeous body stacked on a slender frame, it was quite hard for men not to take note of her.

Carrie felt alone in the world. The daughter of a nurse, her dad had died five years ago. And after her mom had suddenly remarried and relocated to Australia, Carrie decided that it would be best to stop talking to her for a while. 

Her initial plan was to study part-time and work part-time while living in the Cape.... Instead, she quickly found her first love. She moved in with Mark, a 32-year-old schoolteacher whom she had met via social networking. He was everything she looked for in a man: handsome, well-built, caring, and he took good care of her. After a month of dating, she had rewarded him with her virgin pussy. 

They had had an above-average sex life until she'd become pregnant; that's when things changed for the worse. Since she was too young to become a parent they had both agreed that an abortion was necessary, but after the procedure was finished the doctor had given them the news that she wouldn't be able to have kids anymore. 

This caused a rift between the two; the final blow happened when she found out that he was sleeping with one of his students. The nude photos and raunchy text messages were enough for her to end it, as well as to keep her pride. 

In truth she was broken; the abortion and the breakup were a lot for her to handle. To top it off, she now had to move out and start providing for herself again Then there were her college studies to worry about. Eventually, she rented a room with some fellow students and got a job as a waitress in one of the restaurants at Grand West Casino. 

Work was tough on her and her studies suffered; she barely had enough money to get by. 

Then one night, it all changed.

******

"Dammit," she screamed; she had just missed her transport. What luck, 11 o'clock and I'm stuck in this damn place; better go back in the complex, she thought to herself. 

She had no choice but to wait for the 2am staff transport to get home. With the amount of cash she was carrying, taking a cab was definitely out of the question. She took the time to walk around the casino areas, exploring the slots, watching people play poker, and eventually ended up in the private lounge. It was almost empty except for one table where several people were playing blackjack, and over which a huge BJ sign flashed.

Interesting, she thought, I'll go have a look. By the time she got there, two had already left, and only one man remained seated at the table.

"Give me R10 000s chips, and a double whiskey on the rocks, and anything for the lady?" he asked, looking her way, handing the waiter his platinum MVG card. 

She was startled and it was a few seconds before she realized that he was talking to her. "Pina colada," she said, though she was not really sure if she should.

"Good," he said. "Maybe you can be my lucky charm tonight." He laughed, "And what might your name be, young lady?" 

"I'm Carrie sir, thank you for the drink," she said.

"You don't say 'thanks' for liquor, you drink it. Ha ha! And my name's Jeff. Who do you think you're calling 'sir'? I'm not that old." He burst out laughing again. 

Jeff was a large man, at least 6 feet tall which was huge next to her 5-foot-4 inches, and he must've weighed well over 200 pounds, almost twice her own weight. After a few more whiskeys and cocktails, she learned that Jeff was 30 years her senior, and a successful businessman from Johannesburg. He would be staying in the Cape for a few more days. That night he was celebrating a merger; his colleagues had all gone to bed earlier. 

She told him her story, and he said they should drink to that. He ordered a round of tequila and they gobbled it up. Carrie's head started spinning after that, but she kept her composure. 

When they changed dealers, he decided to try his luck. 

"R2000 on one maker," he requested. 

Two nines were drawn, with the dealer standing on a seven. 

"Split those nines," he called out. 

He ended on 19 on the first hand, and asked her for her opinion on the second. 

"Double up," she shouted, definitely a bit too loud she'd realized belatedly.

The dealer ended up busting and there she was, jumping all over a man twice her size and age; that one hand just won him R12000 and even though he had lost more that night, he still called me his lucky charm and handed Carrie two R1000 chips, which she accepted gladly. 

She looked at the time and saw that the transport would be leaving in the next 30 minutes. "My transport's leaving soon, Jeff," she said, getting up too quickly and feeling much too tipsy.

"Easy child," he said. "Maybe you should relax a while, don't want your colleagues to see you in this condition. You can rest in my suite for a while then I'll take you home myself." He had been insistent, so she eventually went with him.

Carrie was in awe when she stepped inside the rooms of his suite, a bit overwhelmed by their beauty; it looked like a honeymoon suite. "Wow Jeff, I've never seen anything like this: a hot tub, mini-bar, and the most beautiful view I ever saw, hell even the bed looks amazing. It's like those princess beds in the movies," she giggled, sure that she still sounded drunk. 

"You know, if you want to it's all yours to use; make yourself at home," he said as he poured himself a glass of whiskey and told her to help herself.

She checked out what he had in the bar, and he poured her a few shots of tequila.

"You know Carrie, before you down those shots, why don't you go test out the hot tub? I'm sure you'll appreciate it after a long day," Jeff suggested.

She declined, telling him that she might later. 

"Well if you don't mind then, I'll go soak it out a little bit," he said and then disappeared into his room presumably to go get his clothes before heading for the hot tub. "I'm going in, make yourself at home, look around if you want; I might be a while," he said, before going in and closing the door behind him. 

Carrie decided to switch to a glass of white wine, just to try and sober up, and it was a welcome change to the strong liquor. She walked around, checking out the cool stuff in the suite, and decided to sit in the comfortable massage chair while watching some TV. As soon as it went on she couldn't believe the sight before her eyes: a very good-looking young woman, maybe two or three years older than herself, with massive boobs and long red hair, lay on her back getting the living hell fucked out of her by a massive rugby-player-looking guy.... 

It was at that moment she realized how horny she was, her pussy was starting to moisten as she watched that gorgeous cock slide in and out of the bald pussy of the beautiful woman. She sounded like she was enjoying it, screaming and scratching the horse-dicked hunk's back, urging him to fuck her good. 

Somewhere down the line Carrie realized she was on the massage chair with one hand pinching her nipple and the other one down her panties, searching for her clit as she watched them change positions on screen and she now rode him reverse-cowgirl-style, which looked amazing. 

Carrie heard herself moan softly; she now had two fingers knuckle-deep inside of her, and was really fucking her cunt hard until she heard a man call her name.... 

About a minute later she realized it was Jeff and switched off the TV immediately, pulled herself together, and went to see what he wanted, a bit irritated that she hadn't cum yet. 

"Yes, Jeff?" she whispered through the door.

"Come inside, don't worry, I'm decent," he said; and she decided to enter. The hot tub room looked amazing with its own mini-bar, music system, and huge flat-screen TV. "Don't you want to get me a drink, I'm a bit lazy," he laughed.

"If you just stretched yourself a little you could've reached it," she retorted as she shook her head in a teasing manner. She got him a double whiskey and herself another glass of wine.

"Carrie why don't you hop in, there's enough room for three more people; it's very relaxing."

"I would love to Jeff, but I don't have a bikini with me," she said.

"Just get in with your underwear on, it's the same as a bikini anyway," he reasoned.

She gave in; the water looked too damned good. "Well.... Okay if you insist." She removed her top and could tell he was checking out her flat stomach and perky c-cups, and she found that she didn't mind at all. She turned around and removed her shoes and jeans, unconsciously giving him a great view of her round brown ass in her white cotton panties. When she turned around, she realized too late that her panties were soaking wet, shocked that Jeff could see her dark bush through her white panties. Outwardly she kept calm, determined to act naturally and to get in as soon as she could. 

The water was amazing, and as they soaked in the warm water they talked about family. Jeff told her that he was married, and had four kids. Carrie told him about her pregnancy incident, and he sympathized with her; then it got quiet for a little while. 

"Screw this mushy stuff; I need a drink. You having anything?" Carrie asked, reaching for the bar by the tub. She was sure he had gotten a really good view of her smooth ass through her panties; and she was within reaching distance of him. "Here's your drink sir," she smiled as she turned back to him, certain that now he could see her hairy little pussy through her white panties. 

He thanked her and downed his drink. "I think I need another; let me get myself one this time," he smiled and got up. 

What transpired next almost made her eyes pop out; as soon as he got up from under the water, it sprang to life: the largest, fattest cock.... 

I never even thought one like this could exist, she thought as she gazed, awestruck. 

It was completely erect, covered in veins, and in that state was about as big as her forearm, the humongous mushroom-shaped head looked flawless on that beautiful cock.... But what grabbed her attention the most was the ball sack. She could tell that he could cum more than enough to satisfy any cum-slut. 

She downed her drink in one gulp. "Do you mind getting me a drink? I've had enough alcohol, let me have some of this," she said, starting to run her left hand down his balls, groping the ball sack softly as her right hand slowly jerked the head of his mammoth cock. It was so huge, her hand couldn't even go all around it. She stopped to remove her bra and then resumed her onslaught on his dick, using both hands this time. 

"That's it baby, keep it at that speed," he moaned as he bent down to suck on one of her nipples and pinch the other one. 

"Fuck yesss. That feels so fucking good, keep on playing with my tits, ahhhh fuck," she said as she felt his hand go down the back of her panties, sliding two fingers straight into her tight wet pussy, "ahh ahh ahhhhh fuck my pussy with those huge fingers, you bastard I'm gonna cum fu- fuck, fuck.... Yesss.... Ahhhh," she screamed as a massive orgasm shook her body. She was taken aback since she had never come during foreplay before; yet he had made her cum so easily. 

As she continued to jerk his massive cock he started to moan loudly, and she knew he was close. She redoubled her efforts with her hands, and then it happened: with one mighty roar, as she stood there in only her panties, next to a buck-naked man 30 years older and more than twice her size with a 13-inch cock thick as a fucking Coke can throbbing in her hands, it started to spurt. The first couple of streams hit the undersides of her tits, then her stomach and upper thighs became covered in cum, her panties now completely soaked in cum. 

"Better get out of these, " she smiled as she took them off. "Sit down on the edge of the tub, let's see if you can get hard again." 

She knew that wouldn't be a problem as it already had started to harden again. The cum coating her stomach was dripping down leaking into her pussy hair. She scooped some of it up and put it in her mouth. "Mmmm, I could really eat this all day, so yummy." 

She scooped most of it up and started licking it off her fingers. Some of it dripped from the side of her mouth. 

Jeff started to stroke his semi-hard cock until it got its size back almost fully. 

"Wanna see my pussy up close, sexy?" sh asked him, wanting to tease him yet also wanting that dick at full power again. 

She moved closer, putting her leg on the edge of the tub next to where he sat, and watched his dick grow stiffer with each stroke. She opened it for him, spreading the lips, letting him see the tight pinkness, then scooped up more of his cum off of her leg. "I love the taste of this," she said, licking a little bit from her pinkie. "But this is where I reaaaally want it, ahhhh yess, fuck that's good." She put three cum-filled fingers in her cunt, enjoying the penetration, her other hand resting on his shoulder. "Do you mind if I put it in my mouth, before you fuck me with it?" she asked, wanting to get him fully hard before she fucked him. 

"Don't talk so much, if you want to suck it, then get down on your knees and suck it like the slut you are." 

The way he spoke to her turned me on; nobody had ever spoken to her like that. She slid down onto her knees, one hand still occupying her now very wet pussy, it got even wetter with that massive cock in front of her. She kissed the head tasting the pre-cum. It was intoxicating. She licked the head before licking the shaft and ending by those massive balls. 

"That's enough slut, your mouth feels too good; I want to fuck you now, get that towel over there, and bring it over here." 

When she retrieved it for him he spread it on the edge of the tub; it was wide enough to allow him to sit with one leg inside of the tub and one leg on the outside, his erect cock standing straight up. 

She didn't waste any time and lay down on the towel. He started rubbing that large cock head along the slit of her pussy. She could feel the orgasm building inside her, and he hadn't even put his dick inside her yet. She felt him place it at her entrance. 

"Bet you never had a dick like this, I'm going to stretch you real good," he said as he grabbed her legs and pushed his dick inside of her tight wet pussy.

"Oh my go it's too fucking big!" she shouted as he tore her pussy open. She took about five inches of his Coke-can-thick cock and he was beginning to fuck her at a steady pace, pressing her knees all the way back against her shoulders. That's when it started to feel real good. "Awwww yes, baby, fuck me just like that, ah ah ah ah yes, stretch my little cunt aaah aaah aahh I'm going to ahhhhh I'm cumminngggg...." 

He continued, pulling out completely and then shoving seven or eight inches back, giving her the biggest orgasm of her young life. While she was still feeling the after-effects of her orgasm, he slowed his pace, watching her as she lay flat on her back underneath him. Then he scooped her up and carried her into the lounge, where he put her on her feet. 

Carrie stood and watched him sit down on the recliner, adjusting it a little so that he could lay back on it. His large cock was covered in her juices, and she wanted that cock inside of her again, so she didn't waste any more time. She climbed on top of him, her lips reaching for his as they kissed for the first time. She reached back to place his cock back inside of her. It felt even better than the first time around, as she rode him at her own pace. It was her favorite position as she liked being in control. He grabbed her ass as she bounced on his fat cock, taking nine inches inside of her until it met with resistance. 

She moved her body like that of a belly dancer, and then decided to really give it her all. She put her arms around his neck and really started to ride his cock hard and fast, taking all of that dick, just wanting to please what was giving me so much pleasure. 

She heard him moaning and she started to lose control. As their lips met again and with a few hard thrusts, she had another huge orgasm. She just lay on top of him, his dick still very hard and very deep inside of her. 

Exhausted and extremely satisfied, she said, "That was amazing, Jeff; I've never been fucked like that. It felt so damn good, my pussy feels like you've broken it." She laughed as she slid off of his dick. "You didn't cum yet; you want me to suck you off, or do you want to fuck me some more?" She started to jerk him off again. 

"Oh I want some more of that pussy, and since you came twice, and that cunt's stretched out nicely, don't expect me to go easy on you," he replied, shocking her completely. "Oh and one more thing; I prefer doggy." 

With that he flipped her over and with one none-too-gentle thrust pushed about ten inches inside of her, starting to fuck her like a wild animal, pulling her hair and giving her the fucking of her life. After a few minutes he breached her womb; his full thirteen inches were inside of her. 

Over and over He pulled out his whole cock and then filled her back up completely, smacking her ass and calling out obscenities and she learned that she enjoyed this despite the pain. 

She felt another orgasm coming again, and started pushing back on to him. For the next twenty minutes he fucked her from behind, using her pussy to his heart's content until he came, releasing a gallon of hot cum inside of her young now-stretched pussy. That's when she passed out, cum dripping in steady rivulets out of her pussy, ending the best night of her life. 

She woke up the next afternoon at about two o'clock, pussy still hurting, and very sticky. 

Jeff was gone but he left a note: "Thank you for last night, you're the best fuck I've had in years, meet me for supper tonight, get yourself a nice dress, and please accept my gift as a token of my appreciation." 

She smiled as she read the letter. I will definitely meet him tonight again, she thought. She collected the gift: the other ten R1000 chips he had won last night. This could be the end of my problems.... 

To be continued...