3 comments/ 104688 views/ 5 favorites With a Little Help from My Friend By: G.G. Chandler It was an early Saturday evening in Los Angeles, my wife Kory and I had just finished a lovely dinner at one of our favorite restaurants and were headed home to a nice, quiet evening of romance. We'd been married two years, and there was no other woman in the world that I wanted more. As we hurled along the darkened freeway I realized that I could very well be the luckiest man alive. The radio was on but I wasn't listening. Hell, I was hardly paying attention to the road. Kory was wearing a tight, gray V-neck sweater that stretched across her round breasts and outlined her stiff nipples perfectly. I loved it when she went without a bra. The low cut neck was just right, exposing enough cleavage to give any man within eyeshot a nice, tall hard-on. The sweater went perfectly with her short plaid skirt, white knee-high socks and black Mary Jane's. Our friends would sometimes accuse her of dressing like a child, but I never once encouraged her to quit. Her long, black hair was tied into pigtails on either side of her head just the way I liked. "I can't wait to get you home," I said, aware of the bulge forming in my jeans as I studied her outfit. I took a hand off the steering wheel and rested it in my lap, rubbing the bulge, wanting nothing more than to get a look at what was hiding under that plaid skirt. Her gaze turned from the window, she saw my hand and what I was rubbing. She smiled; twisting in her seat to get a better view, hunger dancing in her eyes like fire. She unfastened her seat belt and slid a little closer. "What are you doing?" she asked, her breath warm against my ear. One of her hands moved to my lap to take control of my stick. I closed my eyes with pleasure, remembered I was driving, and quickly gained composure. "We'll be home in a few minutes," I said trying to coax her hand away from my groin. "If you keep this up we could get into an accident." "I don't want to go home just yet," she purred. "Let's get some drinks, maybe some dancing. It'll be fun." I liked the idea, alcohol always brought out the best of Kory in the bedroom. We arrived at a bar down Sunset slightly after nine o'clock. We found a space out front, parked and went in. The place was packed with men and women drinking and laughing and generally having a good time. We walked up to the bar and I ordered two vodka tonic's. Kory pointed to a table near the back. We fought our way through the crowd, holding our drinks aloft to avoid spilling them. Kory led the way holding my hand. I got a bit too close to a cute blonde as I tried to squeeze past and for a brief moment my stiff member nestled itself into the crack of her ass. We were both fully clothed and the contact was only momentary, yet it was exciting none the less. She turned and smiled. "Excuse you." She said playfully. I smiled back, apologized and continued through the crowd. We sat down at the table, which had a perfect view of the dance floor, and scanned the crowd. It was a good mix of people. They all bounced and gyrated to the music, and I even found myself tapping my toe to the beat. That's when I thought I felt Kory's fingers tugging on the zipper of my jeans. I looked down. That's exactly what was happening. "What are you doing?" I asked through a smile, but she was so intent on my zipper she didn't seem to hear me. She had my cock out within seconds and I suddenly found myself surrounded by strangers who could all get an eyeful of my swollen member. I looked around, a bit nervous, but no one was paying attention. We were in a private corner, but not quite private enough for our needs. "Don't you think you should put that away?" I asked, not really wanting her to. She gestured for me to be quiet and that was all the persuasion I needed. If my wife wasn't worried about being seen, then neither was I. My head lolled slowly back and I gasped with pleasure as her head fell into my lap. I penetrated her soft, pink lips; her tongue danced along the head of my shaft. Her mouth was warm and wet and felt incredible. Her head began to bob up and down on my prick in time to the music. I began to moan softly as I crept along the back of her throat, my pubic hair tickling her nose. I instinctively palmed the back of her head as she sucked and my moans intensified. I opened my eyes and glanced around just in case someone (or everyone) was watching. We continued undetected so I loosened up a bit; I wasn't going to allow fear of exposure to ruin a perfect evening. The music and commotion swelled around us but somehow it seemed as though we were alone, lost in a crowd of obscurity. Then my gaze fell upon the blonde from earlier and our eyes met. She smiled remembering our encounter and I stiffened, barely managing to return her smile. She was squinting through the crowd, trying to get a better idea of what was going on under the table. Suddenly Kory broke my grip and rose out of my lap, now swallowing me with her dark hazel eyes. She wiped away a thin stream of saliva from the corner of her mouth. "Do you like that?" She asked, now working my cock with her hand. The blonde accessed the situation and hid her sudden amusement and shock behind her frothy drink. "Yes," I answered Kory and she went right back to work giving me the best blowjob of her career. From across the room, the blonde hiked up her skirt and blew me a kiss. I watched the strobe lights bounce against her creamy thighs and black, satin panties. Then she waved goodbye and disappeared into the crowd. "Did you see that?" I asked, knowing she hadn't. Kory took my penis out of her mouth and looked around. "See what?" She asked. "That girl over there just flashed her panties at me," I said. "Was she hot?" Her fingers were skillfully working on me again. I couldn't lie to my wife, especially when she had a hold of my dick. "She was hot," I said. "Do you want to fuck her?" She asked playfully. "I'd rather fuck you," I said. Kory squealed with delight and quickened her pace on my cock. I was almost ready to cum when she stopped and stood up. "Zip up," she said, "We're going home." Two minutes later we were back in the car headed for Tarzana. Kory was massaging my cock through my jeans, keeping it stiff. I thought about those black, satin panties all the way home. "Looks like Jamie is home tonight," Kory said suddenly, referring to our roommate. His car greeted us as we pulled into the carport. "But he's not going to keep me from giving you the fuck of your life" We went inside and found Jamie asleep on the couch, the television glowing quietly in the background. We snuck past his prone body and sprinted quietly down the hall to our bedroom. I barely had time to close the door before that gray sweater found its way onto the floor. Kory's nipples were hard pink knots at the ends of her breasts; I squeezed them with both hands and buried my face into her chest. I could smell her sweet perfume as I peppered her breasts with kisses. Her hands worked their way to my pants and began to work on my zipper. A moment later, I was stepping out of my fallen laundry, my stiff cock standing at attention in front of me. Kory fell to her knees, picking up right where she left of in the bar. My cock slid smoothly between her parted lips, plunging deep into her throat. She gripped my ass forcing my cock completely into her mouth. My body began to spasm with pleasure. I was ready to spurt. I grabbed her ponytails and began to tug at them, moaning and rocking my hips. As she sucked she removed the rest of her clothes. I pulled my shirt up over my head and let it fall to the floor. We moved to the bed, completely naked, and settled onto the cushiony, queen-size mattress. Our mouths locked in a passionate kiss, our tongues danced together happily; our hands explored each other in the darkened world that was our bedroom. I rolled on top of my wife and spread her legs with my knees. Her pussy pulled apart and her wet lips glistened under the soft glow of the security light outside the bedroom window. "I've been waiting for this all night," I said positioning the head of my penis against the lips of her hot, tight box. I could feel the heat rising from between her legs. "Fuck me," she whispered, dragging her nails along the length of my back. "Fuck me, please, fuck me." With one quick thrust, her wish was fulfilled. I began to pump in and out slowly, her pussy warm and inviting. I quickened the pace and she began to pant, her sharp hot blasts of breath tickled my ear. "Faster," she managed in between grunts of pleasure. Now I was pounding her hard and fast, my balls slapping against her ass with a steady THWACK! THWACK! Her eyes closed, her head tilted to the side as she bit the palm of her hand to keep from crying out. It was a steady drumming, faster and faster until I knew I couldn't hold out any longer. "I'm going to cum," I whispered never losing stride. This simple phrase was just the spark Kory was waiting for and she instantly ignited. "DO IT!" She screamed, forgetting all about our roommate. I could feel her muscles constricting around my prick as she mounted toward orgasm. "CUM INSIDE OF ME! CUM INSIDE MY PUSSY!" She was wailing now, her hands tight around my waist, eager to feel my spurt deep inside. I pumped my hips faster like a pair of pistons. This was it; I was about to unload. I threw my head back and groaned as the hot, sticky cum shot from the end of my rod and into the women I love. I was fucking her so hard I was afraid I was hurting her, but the look on her face told me that she was enjoying every second of it. I collapsed on top of her, every ounce of energy drained from my body. My cock began to go limp inside her pussy and I felt cum bubble around it and roll down the crack of her ass, staining the sheet. "That was incredible," she said at last. I didn't have the energy to respond but I nodded in agreement. We lay still for several minutes; my hand cupped her breast like a hammock. That's when we heard it, a quiet tapping at our bedroom door. At first we tried to ignore it, but it grew louder. "Yeah?" I called out, wondering what Jamie could possibly want at such a perfect moment. "I just wanted to thank you both for the show," Jamie called through the door. "I could hear you out in the family room." Embarrassed smiles spread across our lips as we realized just how loud we had been. I apologized to our roommate; half wishing that he could have joined us. Suddenly, as if reading my mind, Kory's eyes grew as wide as her smile. "Why don't you invite him in?" She asked, one hand massaging my flaccid, sticky penis. It had been a year since I first confessed to Kory that I thought it would be sexy to bring a man into our bed once in a while. The thought of watching her get fucked by another man always turned me on. At first, I was afraid of how she'd react to my confession, but she took it surprisingly well. She admitted that the idea of being ravaged by two men at once was a real turn on for her too and we often fantasized about what it would be like. But until now, the opportunity had never arrived. I looked into Kory's eyes and knew that she was serious. It may have only been the alcohol, but whatever the reason, things were about to get interesting. She had admitted to me once that she found Jamie rather cute and something told me that he had always had eyes for her as well. He'd been my best friend since high school and after he moved into our spare bedroom, Kory and I had secretly discussed ways of initiating a threesome. It seemed only natural, through the years Jamie and I had shared everything. And now after four months waiting, Kory and I were about to turn our fantasy into a reality. "Hey Jamie, come in here," I called out. After a moment, the door slowly opened and he stepped timidly inside. Kory immediately rose from the bed and crossed the room, her breasts bouncing in front of her as she approached. Without a word of warning, she grabbed Jamie's ass with both hands and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He looked confused at first but soon melted into her embrace and began to fondle her hard nipples and soft, luscious breasts. Kory pushed her tongue deep into his mouth like a soft, pink toothbrush. I watched the action from the bed, lazily playing with my flaccid penis. Kory pulled herself off Jamie and curled back onto the bed next to me, spreading her legs. "Now take your clothes off and come to bed," she said rubbing her swollen clit with her fingers. Jamie followed her instructions to the letter, and soon the three of us were together on the bed examining each other's naked bodies. Kory was in the middle of the bed between us, and we were closing in like hungry sharks. Whereas my penis was still struggling back to life after its incredible workout, Jamie's was fully engorged and ready for action. He was sitting on his knees, and Kory knelt before him, holding up his rock hard cock for inspection. I watched as she lowered her head into my friends lap, teasing him with her tongue. I began to rub Kory's ass with one hand while I stimulated my prick to erection with the other. Kory kissed the head of Jamie's prick and a wave of ecstasy passed over his face. His eyes fluttered closed as the head of his cock sank into Kory's mouth. By now my erection was back. Seeing my wife on all fours, sucking my best friends cock was certainly enough to bring it back. I positioned my cock against her pussy, ready to slide it in again, ready to fuck her some more when she turned with a coy smile on her face. "You've already had your turn," she said. "I think Jamie should fuck me now." "That sounds fair," I said and moved into a better position to watch the action. Kory coaxed Jamie onto his back, his prick standing straight up in the air. She straddled him and slowly slid down on his shaft until it was buried deep inside her. She began to bounce up and down on his cock, fingering her clit at the same time. Their rhythm picked up; faster and faster until she was grinding him so hard I was sure he'd cum at any moment. Kory threw her head back and began to moan the way she does when she's close to orgasm. My cock was back to full strength and I was rigorously pumping at it as I listened to her pleasurable moans. Jamie joined in, moaning and grunting like an animal. She lay across his chest as the grinding continued, her ass pushed into the air. I saw this as a perfect opportunity. I repositioned myself behind Kory so that I could easily glide my shaft toward her tight little ass hole. I wet two of my fingers with my tongue and rubbed the saliva into her anus. "Yes," she whispered, guessing what I had in mind. "Fuck me in the ass." I can't say no to the wife. I guided my cock in slowly, inch by inch until it was buried in her backside. Jamie was thrusting into her pussy hard and fast, while I pumped away at a slow, deliberate pace. Kory was screaming with pleasure as our dicks probed deeper inside. Her body convulsed as she reached another orgasm, her breasts bouncing in front of Jamie's face like balloons. I quickened my pace, trying to keep in step with Jamie as he banged away. As our bodies tensed, and our grunting grew more breathy, I knew we were all cumming. "Oh yes!" Kory screamed. "Fill me up! Fill me up with your cum!" We were moaning and climaxing in unison, our juices running together like a creamy soup as we splashed into her. I collapsed onto Kory and the three of us lay there, gasping for air and glowing like fireflies. Slowly Kory and I rolled off our roommate and the three of us embraced in a sticky tangle of arms and legs and naked bodies. Jamie and I kissed Kory's neck and massaged her breasts while she lay motionless, completely spent after a long night of pleasure. My eyes grew heavy as I listened to the distant chorus of birds outside and I soon fell asleep in the arms of the woman I love and the best friend I've ever had. I suppose now, we truly have shared everything. With A Little Help From My Friends Jenny had settled down, her flamboyant life style had been calmed by the act of marriage and her husband had shown her the benefits of monogamy. She was content with her standard semi in her standard suburb with her standard husband on a standard salary. But she yearned for a family. Her husband, who had been married before, had other views. His divorce had been particularly fraught and he had taken the initiative to have a vasectomy. After marrying Jenny, however, his heart melted and the decision to start a family was made. Trouble was, hubby was incapable. They'd been married for a couple of years and all the wild oats she'd sown previously should have left her fairly open minded. She had grown more introvert, however, opting for less glamorous clothing and less adventurous life style. Sure, Jenny and her hubby had good times but not as wild as they once were. Being married often lead to mundane sex between partners and Jenny and her husband were certainly no exception. They'd been to see the doctor who told them that the reversal was possible but there was no guarantee it would be successful. They then enquired about artificial insemination and the costs involved. Hubby was on a good salary but not that good, middle managers were ten a penny in their part of the world. To overcome her tears, they explored alternative options for conception and it was eventually his idea that the conception should happen naturally. After all, it was God's way, he told her but she was less than convinced. Given the cost and the timescale of artificial insemination, she reluctantly agreed to a "live" donor and they scoured the internet. Ads were placed and clubs approached for potential candidates. She had been offered the possibility of choosing some one she already knew or who she may have been intimate with previously. She did not want that, her embarrassment would have made it impossible for her. Besides, it was a personal problem between the two of them. They would find a candidate who was not local, who fitted the bill and who they felt they could trust. It took them weeks to collate information, check out photos, speak on the phone and they even met a couple of them before she opted for one. His name was Andrew and he lived a 3 hour drive away up in the North. He was young, had a reasonable level of education and was happy to oblige. He was tall and lanky, skinny bum and not the best of looking guys, but it was the best they could find and she opted for Andy. They had researched the fertility guide lines and had worked out Jenny's most fertile fortnight. They had booked the time off work and travelled by train, checking into the hotel using false names and paying in cash. They did not wish to be traced at a later date by some guy trying to gain access to his child. If she fell pregnant, it would be hers and her husbands. That's what the world would be led to believe. They checked in and had dinner, Andy joined them part way through. They laughed and joked and got to know each other. They'd met before and Jenny had been accepting of the idea of having this man's semen inside her. After dinner, they went to their room and Jenny explained the rules. "We lie on the bed and you get yourself to the point of ejaculation........." she said in a clinical manner, "..........I'll get myself aroused and when you're ready to cum, you tell me. Then I'll lower myself on to you until you cum and then I'll climb off" Andy looked a little miffed at the idea. Guessing his next question, she answered him firmly. "No kissing, no peeking and no touching" she said. The lady had spoken. Andy agreed initially but he had a plan. Tonight was a couple of nights before the beginning of her really fertile spell and the idea was that tonight would be a test, to make sure they were both comfortable with the idea. Andy was to come over every evening after his work and provide her with the necessary and, over the weekend, which was to be her most fertile spell, he would visit her two or three times. They all agreed and shook hands. To save her embarrassment, her husband was encouraged to be in the bar whilst they were conceiving and, reluctantly, he agreed. He wanted to be with his wife when their baby was conceived but he understood her concerns and respected her wishes. The first night went according to plan with Andy beating his meat on the bed, his trousers and pants folded neatly at the foot of the bed. He unashamedly masturbated himself, looking at Jenny as he did. She wore a loose fitting top which hid her curvaceous bust, and a long skirt. Her fingers were buried under her skirt and Andy could barely see her knee, let alone her thigh. Eventually, he breathed heavily and said he was about ready. Jenny knelt on the bed and straddled his hips, her long flowing skirt covered his lap and she buried her hand under her skirt and grabbed his throbbing cock. She lowered herself on to him and the action of doing so sent Andy in to orgasm and he ejaculated inside her. He tried to thrust it a couple of times after he'd come but Jenny was already removing herself from his manhood and lying down, knees bent and skirt covering her modesty. Andy had come but it had hardly been exciting for him. All that would change. The next night, the format was similar and Jenny had been wearing the same clothes, what Andy called her frumpy outfit. He pestered her to touch him or for him to touch her but she refused. Eventually, he told her he was cumming and she mounted him in the same way she had done so the previous evening. She lowered herself on to him, expecting the spurt from his dick and the groan from his throat. Nothing happened. "I thought you said you were cumming" she said. "I'm nearly there" Andy said. "Ride me a bit". "No" she said flatly. "I'm almost there. It won't take long and it won't hurt" he said. "You do want this baby, don't you?" He knew which buttons to press. Jenny realised she'd have to comply and she rode his cock for a few minutes before he exploded in her. She had not been impressed. The third night was the beginning of her really fertile spell and Andy got there a little earlier than usual. He'd told them that if they wanted, they could try a couple of times and this may increase their chances of success. Jenny was not sure but her husband talked her into it and by 6.30 in the evening, Andy and Jenny were on the bed together. Tonight, Andy had stripped off completely, his anchor tattoo on his right shoulder looking a little out of place with his skinny arms. Jenny wore her "frumpy" outfit and, again, when Andy said he was almost there, Jenny straddled across him. This time, Andy helped her by putting the skirt over their laps, purposely lifting the skirt higher than it needed to be and he caught a sight of her bush. Like the rest of her, it was tidy and neatly trimmed, her lips slightly damp from her own stimulation and a bit of help from some lubricating jelly. She felt embarrassed at first, but remembered that her husband was not the only guy to have seen her pussy. Nor had he been the only one to fuck her. In fact her husband was quite a way down the order. Andy had again tricked her and he was nowhere near cumming. He told her it was her fault and she needed to be a bit more erotic or lustful if she wanted him to cum and for her to conceive. She was at her most fertile time, it was too late to vet another potential donor. She agreed. "What will make you cum quicker?" she asked. Andy did not reply, he just reached up and grabbed a handful of her tit. "Take off your top" he ordered, "I want to see your tits. That'll make me cum" he said. Jenny knew she had little choice and so she slowly and sexily pulled off her top. Andy's hands were all over her bra covered tits and he massaged them with some vigour. Jenny winced so Andy slowed the pace and strength of his grasping. Strangely, even though she did not fancy him, she'd aroused herself enough to be wet enough to accommodate his average size cock, and as he'd been massaging her tits, her nipples had become erect. She was being turned on. Andy was getting her aroused. She started to ride his cock and she leaned back, his hands still on her tits. She reached down and tickled his balls and he squirmed, almost instantly filling her cunt with his sperm. She dismounted and took up the knees in the air stance, allowing his sperm to flow as deep into her as it could. He was breathing heavily and she was pretty aroused too. Twenty minutes later, he suggested they do it again but to ensure the sperm already in her could not escape, she should lie on her back with a pillow under her bottom. She wanted to protest but Andy had already placed a pillow under her and had lifted up her skirt to see her bare pussy. He took in the loveliness of her legs. Legs like those should be exhibited, not kept hidden under long skirts. Jenny tried to cover herself but Andy had buried his head between her legs, his tongue and fingers probing at her, licking her clitoris, his fingers exploring her insides looking for the elusive G spot. To this day, he'd never found it but he'd had a darn good try and lots of fun in the process. Jenny squirmed in denial, not wanting to feel turned on. She felt at first as though she was being raped, but the licking of her pussy soon had her writhing in pleasure and she found her self lost in her own world. "Tease my pussy" she'd whispered inadvertently and Andy readily complied. With his mouth still on her pussy, he raised his hands to her breasts and fondled her. He moved his hands to her side and momentarily removed his mouth from her pussy whilst he unclasped her bra, removing it swiftly and throwing it somewhere towards the bathroom. His face returned to her pussy, his hands groping wildly at her tits, her nipples swelling with excitement. She could feel a climax building and she wanted it to stop but not stop. Confused, all she could do was lie back and enjoy. "Lick me, suck my clit" she whispered, not wanting to be too loud yet not wanting to hold back. Andy again complied. Her back arched and she held her breath as the orgasm swept through her. Her mind all over the place, she was unaware of Andy crawling over her body and entering her, nestling into her neck, kissing her. His average sized cock buried deep inside her, his movements becoming faster, more urgent, his breath became more laboured as he fucked her. Jenny responded mostly out of reflex, raising her hips into his as he thrust in and out of her, her pussy meeting the trust of his cock, in unison. Again, he bathed her cervix in his baby gravy and he withdrew, panting heavily. Jenny felt totally used but she was reluctant for him to stop. She so desperately wanted this pregnancy. Andy dressed and left without speaking. He looked at her before he left and she saw something in his eyes that she did not like the look of. The following evening was Sunday and, again, Andy arrived early. Jenny had not told her husband of Andy's lack of respect for her and her rules. She kept the secret which added to the stress and burden. She gritted her teeth, aware that she was at the height of her fertile time and needed to have as much possibility of getting pregnant as she could, she would have to comply with his wishes. Andy waited until he saw the husband go to the bar before knocking on Jenny's hotel room door. She opened the door and she was again in her "frumpy" outfit. "You can get that lot off for a start" Andy ordered. Jenny shook her head. He called her bluff by heading for the door. "OK, OK" she agreed, reluctantly. "Good" he said. "From now on, it's on my terms, you understand?" Jenny glared at him. "OK" she eventually said. "Tell me. You want to get pregnant, right?" Andy asked. Jenny nodded. "And this is your most fertile time, right?" Again Jenny nodded. "And you need as much sperm in your tight little pussy as you can get, right?" "Yes" she said. "Right then" he said and started tapping away on his mobile. Text sent, he turned back to face her. "Why are you still fully dressed?" he asked abruptly. She stood there looking into his eyes but saw no compassion. "Do I have to do it myself?" he asked, and went to walk over to her. Jenny flinched and began to take off her top. "That's better" he said, returning to his mobile to read the incoming text message. Jenny had stripped to her underwear when there was a tap on the door. She looked up in fear. Her hubby had come back. What would he say? Andy opened the door and let 3 strangers into the room, all male and judging by their accents, all locals. They all knew each other and Andy shook their hands one by one. "She's a right pretty one" said one of the blokes, a short dumpy guy with spectacles. "Nice arse!" said the second guy. The third guy just gawped in the way creeps do. Jenny shuddered. She'd guessed Andy's plan and as the thoughts struck, Andy confirmed her worst fears. "Just to make sure you do get pregnant, I brought some reinforcements" he said, "And you'd better not disappoint us or else things might get unpleasant". Jenny began to cry, she had not planned for her eggs to be fertilised by scum, she had wanted at least a half decent bloke to father her first child. "Turning on the waterworks won't work, darlin'" Andy said. He turned to his mates and said "Who wants to get her bra off?" The short dumpy guy advanced on her, his eyes as wide as saucers. Jenny's vision was bleary due to her tears, but she knew which one it was and what to expect. His rough hands grabbed her tits roughly and she screamed in agony. He reached around before her and unclipped her bra, throwing it to the creepy guy before returning to her ample bust and sucking on her nipple, fondling the other. Jenny tried to block out the experience but the creepy guy, who had been sniffing her bra suddenly dropped his strides and pants and rubbed her underwear along the length of his erection. The second guy produced a Swiss army knife and used the blade to slice through the elastic of her briefs, revealing her nakedness to them all. Within seconds, they were all naked, clothes being flung in all directions. They laid her on the bed and, without any foreplay, the dumpy one had pushed the head of his short fat cock into the opening of her pussy. She was not fully lubricated and certainly not aroused and she again squealed in pain. "Shut it, you whore" the dumpy one said. No one used names, and this further disorientated her. The use of dirty talk made the creepy one rub himself quicker. He had repossessed the remains of her briefs and had been licking the inner liner of the panties where her pussy would have been. The second guy had forced his dick into Jenny's unwilling mouth. She was OK with oral but she hated deep throat and she guessed what the guy wanted. Luckily she anticipated what was to happen, she took a deep breath as the cock was pushed deep into the roof of her mouth, the actions bringing her close to vomiting. The dumpy one was fucking her hard, his hands on her tits as she laid on her back, trying to draw breath when the cock in her mouth permitted. She was pleased when dumpy was getting close to dumping his load in her. "Shit, babe. I'm gonna cum inside you, you dirty fucking whore. It's going to be my baby" he laughed at her as he shot his load deep inside her, his squeezing of her breasts becoming more vicious as he came. Creepy was on his knees watching dumpy deposit his seed in their prey. Dumpy moved to allow Andy to take over, the second guy content with the sensation of being in Jenny's mouth. "Come to daddy" Andy whispered, as if this going to arouse her or make her more willing. She could barely see with the tears in her eyes and could barely breathe with the abuse of her throat. Andy entered her and she knew it was him, having experienced his cock before, and his sexual prowess. His idea of a good fuck was hard and fast, no time for niceties. Time seemed to drag until Andy reached his crescendo and emptied his sack in her waiting pussy. Dumpy was watching from the side, still fondling one of her tits. "Maybe it'll be twins" he laughed, "One scabby Northern fucker and one filthy son of a bitch". Creepy looked up from his viewing position and smiled. Dumpy looked at creepy. "Maybe, if it's triplets, one'll be a pervert, too!" Dumpy added. Jenny's body trembled at the thought and this vibration and movement added to Andy's pleasure. "Go for it, you dirty slut. You whore. You must be a slut to allow strange men to fuck you just so you can get pregnant" he said, almost with bitterness. Creepy stood up, his dick in his hand and he whispered into Andy's ear. Andy stood back. "Your need is greater than mine" he said and he withdrew, allowing creep to lay on top of her. His dick, about the same size as her husbands (a measly 5 inches) entered her and she might not even have known he was present had it not been for the fact he was biting her nipples. The second guy who was still in her mouth was stopping her from screaming and she writhed in pain, the movement causing creepy to reach climax and he ejaculated in her, his teeth now drawing blood. He sucked at the nipple, tasting the blood at the same time. He looked up at the others looking like Count Dracula. "It's like going down on a tart when she's having her period" he smiled, his accent also local. The others laughed. Andy resumed his position and fucked her, hard and fast, dumpy caressing her blood stained tit. Andy came and at last, guy two removed his cock from her mouth. Jenny gasped for breath before she felt him penetrate her pussy. Given the fact she'd had him in her mouth for ages, he took an immense amount of time to reach his climax and, when he did, he spurted for what seemed an eternity. By this time, of course, the others had recovered and were ready for a second turn. Creepy left love bites all over her neck, Dumpy made a point of fucking her up the arse, pulling out just before climax to cum in her pussy. Guy two made her lick his cock until he was hard again, then he fucked her. Andy had seconds as well, his talk was dirty which gave creepy the time of his life. It was about 4 hours before the guys dressed and left, creepy ensuring he kept the momento's of her bra and briefs, using one of the bra cups to catch some of the semen that was leaking out of her which he then spread all over his face. Jenny lay on the bed, shell shocked and sore all over, the wound on her breast starting to clot. The last thing she heard was Andy saying "See you tomorrow for more of the same". She showered and dressed for bed and when her husband returned, she kept the light off and told him she was tired and wanted to go to sleep. She made sure she wore a high necked pullover the next day to try to hide the love bites that she'd acquired. She'd pleaded with her husband to take them home, that she didn't want to do this anymore. He was having none of it, he told her that they'd come this far and they couldn't quit. He, like her, wanted the baby as much as she did. Unable to convince him, she went back to the room to pack. There was a rap on the door and she opened it, expecting to see her husband. Andy pushed the door as soon as she'd opened it. "Stop it. My husband will be back any minute and we're going home" she uttered. "I don't think so" Andy said, "You see, two of my lads have taken him greyhound racing for the day. My little treat" he smiled, his eyes looked evil. "Besides, I'm a professional and I promised to ensure you left here pregnant" he grinned. She heard the door creek and behind him she saw more strangers, maybe half a dozen this time and all of them were black men. One looked like Mr T out of the A team, he was so big. Jenny went to cry out loud but Andy grabbed her with his strong arms and clasped a hand over her mouth. With A Little Help From My Friends "If you don't cooperate, I can always ring my buddies" he smirked, "and you wouldn't want your dear husband to have a fatal accident on the way back from the race track, would you?" Jenny gulped. She relaxed and Andy released his grip on her. "Now we can do this the easy way of the hard way. Which would you prefer?" he asked. She looked at the line of eager black studs waiting to have their way with her. "Please can you promise me no biting this time?" she asked. Andy smiled. "No biting" he affirmed. "But my friends will take you in what ever perverted way they wish" he added. There was a short pause. "But they will come in your pussy" he said. She looked at Andy incredulously. "But they're black!" she stated. The black men all laughed. "There's nothing wrong with your eyesight, is there?" Andy laughed. "But I don't want a black baby" she said. Andy's smile melted instantly. "You just said you wanted me to get you pregnant" he said. "You never said any preference about colour". "Yeah, are you prejudice, you white whore?" one of the black men shouted. Jenny was now very frightened. "No, I'm not prejudiced, it's just that how can I pass off a black………….." "That ain't my problem, bitch!" Andy spat. "Now get those fucking clothes off before I get angry" "Yeah, and before I get frustrated" said the bloke who looked like Mr. T. Jenny removed her sweater and skirt, then peeled off her underwear. It was pointless trying to resist. She lay on the bed, fluffing up a pillow behind her head. If she was going to be raped, she may as well be comfortable. She'd not noticed the black guys stripping off but they were ready for action by the time she'd got her pillows comfy. Prepared for the frenzy she'd endured yesterday, these guys were more serene. The first black guy was a tall muscular lad, shaved head and a gold crucifix around his neck, started licking her pussy. His long muscular tongue was touching her in such a way, she started to feel aroused. A second guy, who was sporting a baseball cap on backwards, was sat beside her and he was gently caressing her breasts, gently tweaking the nipples, licking her tits and giving her some erotic stimulation. Jenny's breath deepened in pleasure as these two black studs aroused her. A third guy knelt on her other side and took her hand. He placed her hand on his erection. At first, she recoiled but was encouraged to hold it. She didn't want rough stuff again, so she held his cock, feeling the pulse within. She could not see the cock because the head sucking her tits was in the way, but it felt very substantial, not just long but thick, too. She'd heard that black guys were well hung but she'd never experienced one. This would soon change. Her pleasure rose and soon, she felt the first wave of orgasm approaching. Christ, she hadn't had an orgasm with anyone but her husband since they've been married. She couldn't help herself and she felt the orgasm hit then dissipate like a wave hitting the shore. She moaned in delight as the first guy replaced his tongue with his cock. She'd had some monster cocks before she was married but this was huge. After the pounding she'd taken yesterday, this guy's cock slid in gently and smoothly, but purpose and grace. She couldn't help herself and she raised her hips to meet his, unaware of the movement elsewhere in the room. The Mr T lookalike had briefly left the room and returned with a case containing a tripod and a digital camcorder. He was now filming the action. Jenny was blissfully unaware at this time. "Ooh, that's nice" she whispered as the guy fucking her built up a rhythm, her hand masturbating the cock she held at the same pace. "You like it like this?" the guy asked. "Ooh yes" Jenny replied. "Tell me what you like" he said. Her eyes were closed in delight. "Being fucked" she replied. "You like my black meat?" "Ooh yeah. I love your black meat" she responded, and she was genuine. She was enjoying this. "You want your black man's meat to fuck you, yeah?" he enquired, building up his pace. "'Cos I'm gonna fuck you, sweet mama. I'm gonna fuck you and make you pregnant" he said. "I don't care" she said, "Just fuck me". "You want a black baby, you white bitch?" another black voice said. "Don't care" she repeated, "Just want to be fucked". "How do you want to be fucked?" said the same black voice. "Like a slut. Fuck me like a dirty little slut" she said, her voice calm, her breathing rapid and her orgasm approaching. "You want us all to fuck you?" said the Mr T character from behind the camera. "Ooh yes" she responded. "I'll be your little white slut as long as you've all got big cocks and can fuck me like this guy" she said, opening her eyes. It was then she caught a glimpse of the camcorder behind her first black lover. "What's going on?" she asked in panic. The guy sucking her tits pushed her back down. "It's OK mama" he said, "Be cool. We just wanna remember you, that's all". "Yeah, it's not every day we get to gang bang a horny white slut and she's begging for it" said another voice. Her panic was suddenly over ridden by her second orgasm and this brought with it, her first lover's climax. For the first time ever, Jenny felt a black man's sperm flow into her unprotected womb, at the height of her fertile time. The space in her pussy was vacated and replaced with a second black guy, this one wearing a gold star of David (Surely he's not Jewish, she thought to herself) and he waved his circumcised cock in front of her, brushing it through her pubic hair before plunging it deep into her waiting cunt. He was also large and as he entered her, she moaned out loud again. The very act of his penetration was sending her into her next orgasm and he'd barely even begun. "Fuck me deeper" she ordered, unable to control herself now. "White whore" the guy said as he pounded his meat into her. "Black fucker" she said. "You're my black fucker". "You'd better believe it, white bitch" he said, forcing his enormous black cock in and out of her moist pussy. Jenny's breathing increased in rate as she approached another of many orgasms she was to have that day. They writhed and cursed each other as the copulated, eventually receiving his seed but only after he'd given her four more orgasms. And still the camera kept on rolling. Another 4 hours later, the camera had been packed up, clothes donned and she was left satisfied. She rested for a while, feeling different inside. Could she be pregnant already? Her husband returned later and they talked. He asked if she still wanted to go home. Andy had promised that the black guys could come back tomorrow (with the camcorder, of course) and she'd happily accepted that. Andy had not fucked her at all that night, only the black men. All 6 of them, including the one she called Mr T. His dick was every bit as big as she'd imagined it. More surprising to her was that she'd been able to accommodate him and with some comfort. She'd agree to stay. Not to get pregnant, but for the black cock she was looking forward to. "What if the baby is not what you expected?" she asked her husband. "How do you mean?" he replied. "Well, if there was something wrong with it. Would you still love it"? she asked. He reached over and held her hand. "Of course I would. Any baby that you produce, you're its mother and I love you, so why wouldn't I love the baby?" Jenny smiled. "Are you sure?" "Positive" he replied, smiling back. "Irrespective what the baby looks like?" "Irrespective" he replied, smiling. Jenny wondered. Would he still love her if he knew she'd been fucked by a black man? Or several black men? Or several black men several times? Or if he knew she loved being fucked by several black men simultaneously? What if they had a black baby? He'd know she'd been slut but would he know she'd been a willing slut? No one need know. Hopefully, he'd never see the video footage of her screaming for more black cock. They'd never find us, she thought to her self. Jenny and her husband were anonymous in this part of the country. No one knew their names, their address, their car registration number. Maybe she was safe. Maybe. Unless, of course, the video footage that had been taken should ever came to light on the internet. But no-one would do that. Would they?