0 comments/ 19785 views/ 0 favorites Her Awakening By: Cathleen No, this couldn’t be happening, she thought. This was not something she would ever dream of doing, no, she was a “good girl”. She had never even had a one-night stand, how could she now want to do this? She couldn’t help but relive that day. It was a warm late winter day, the kind that makes you know you’ve made it through the winter and that spring was on the verge of blossoming. I had had flights of fancy before, but something was brewing inside that was totally new. I had taken to calling it “My Awakening” in a sensual and sexual way. For so many years, I had repressed this part of my life, for various reasons. But those reasons no longer held the power they once had and this awakening was real to me. It wasn’t just a slight feeling either; it was looming large over my every thought. Rather incredible but oh so nice. I had heard that women reach their sexual peak in their late thirties and early forties, well that was what this must be I figured. The strength of these emotions was compelling beyond my wildest imagination. In fact I’d never really had much imagination or experience when it came to sex. Well, no longer could I say that, for I had become more than imaginative and the astonishing thing was that I wanted to act upon my thoughts. Perhaps this was my “mid life crisis”, but it surely didn’t feel like a crisis, in fact the only crisis was fulfilling my desires. Driving down the highway on that lovely day, with the sunroof open and my honey blonde hair blowing and swirling about, enjoying the jazz music playing loud and smooth, I was feeling very much like a woman. I had worn a slightly sexy lavender dress that day, my makeup was just right. It was just one of those everything is great days! I had worn my hair pulled into a clip but as I drove I just pulled it out and let it flow around me, thick and soft. The new lace bra and panty set, which was also a lavender color, along with the stockings made me feel so sensual. I had splurged the other day and was enjoying all my new purchases! Wow, had my life changed so much, I had changed and life was fantastically exciting to me. I hadn’t noticed the man driving the pickup truck I passed, I was lost in my thoughts of physical delight, and wanted to get home to relieve this pleasant stress, even if it meant being alone again. Perhaps a friend would be available for a phone call I thought, and knew just who I was wishing would answer his cell. Driving faster now, I hadn’t noticed that the truck came up upon me quickly in my rear view mirror. I thought, well he is in more of a hurry than me, giggling to myself and wondering if he too needed that sweet release. I pulled over to the right lane to allow him to pass not giving much more thought to him, my thoughts were certainly occupied elsewhere. But he didn’t pass me; he pulled along side and traveled with me at the same swift speed. Normally I would not look over, but the new me didn’t have that fear. When I glanced over I saw he was smiling at me with the most beautiful smile on a face that made me feel a catch in my breath. My return smile was automatic, there was no thinking about it, one couldn’t help but return that smile. I felt myself blush and yes, even giggle. This was the stuff of twenty year olds, this does not happen at this stage of life! But it was, I was certain, and a grin came over my face. We traveled this way for a few miles, glancing at each other, smiling, flirting without words at 70 miles per hour no less. He pulled in front of my car and began to slow. I slowed as well, just to see what this was about, I wasn’t fearful so much as intrigued. His directional signaled that he was pulling into the rest area just ahead. I saw him motion to me to follow. Well, this is where the rubber was about to meet the road, I thought. Would I pull into a rest stop because a handsome man smiled at me? No, how foolish and dangerous! Every thought in my head said no! But my body was hearing none of that; there was something inside me that had more power than my head. My directional went on and my eyes widened in shock. I was actually following him! In my wildest fantasy I would never do this, why now? It’s my awaking, working its magic and taking over me. As I slowed in the rest area, he stepped out of his truck, and leaned against the driver’s door. I pulled along side and slid the window down, a bit more than half way, I may be acting on physical lust, but I wasn’t all together stupid. He smiled and greeted me with a nice hello. I return his greeting in the same manner. The quiet was awkward but not long. “I noticed how happy you looked as you passed me” he said, with a grin. “Oh” was my reply with a soft giggle, “yes I am quite happy today”. It was as if he knew just what was making me so happy these days. His grin grew and his eyes smiled. I was found out, I knew it, and now the blush taking over my face was the final give away. “Would you like to have a cup of coffee or something? You could tell me your secret to happiness” he was asking rather suggestively. And this is where the new me emerged. “Umm, ah, well sure. Why not? You’re not an ax murderer are you? I asked him with a nervous but playful laugh. He chuckled and shook his head no; even opening his truck door to show me there was no ax. I laughed back at him and smiled. “Follow me, there is a place right off the next exit”, he was in charge. I followed him with some thought of wonder and amazement. But I followed him just the same. Her Awakening Anna was awakened by Rob when he demanded a quick fuck before he went to work. It was quicker than usual, wham bam thank you ma'am, which left her feeling depressed and hornier than a five point deer. She had drifted off into a shallow, fitful sleep. She was rudely awakened by a loud noise coming from next door. She opened the blinds to see what the noise was and was delighted to see her neighbor, Jon, mowing his yard wearing a pair of shorts and cut off T-shirt. "He sure is handsome," she thought as she watched him maneuver the mower around his yard. Jon is a weight lifter and has muscles where muscles should be. His rippling abs and muscular arms and legs were not the only great parts of him. His black, tight, curly hair and button nose was not to be missed, not to mention the evident bulge at his crotch. Anna gasped as he turned toward her house and the bulge became quite visible and she thought she caught a glimpse of his manhood. "Damn," she uttered aloud. "He is built like a Greek God!" She wondered if he knew how excited he made the neighborhood women when he dressed like that. She quickly decided to find out. Pulling on a brief pair of shorts and a tight halter that exposed more than it covered, she hurried outside and strolled (or rather, wiggled) toward the noisy mower. Jon smiled when he saw her coming toward him. "She is one hot woman," he thought. He shut off the motor and slipped from the seat of the mower. Anna is the envy of the neighborhood women. Her thirty-eight DD tits were firm and well rounded. Her ass globes were a perfect accent to her hourglass figure. Her long, shapely legs carried her spectacularly. Her long blonde hair accented her naturally beautiful face. Anna stifled a gasp as his shorts rode up and the tip of his cock was revealed for a fleeting moment. Her eyes were drawn to his crotch and she could not take them off of the large bulge. Jon pretended not to notice but smiled knowingly. "What can I do for such a lovely neighbor?" he asked bluntly. Anna giggled. "If he only knew?" she thought. "I just wondered if you needed anything from me," she said. She paused and then added, "Like coffee or tea." She wanted to say "Or me!" but paused just long enough that he received the message. He smiled. He had wanted her since he first met her two years ago. She seemed accept his advances but he was not positive and didn't want to offend his neighbor, Jon. "I saw Jon going to work," he said tentatively. Anna nodded her head. "He won't be home until this evening," she said pointedly and huskily. "Would you like a cup of coffee, or tea," she repeated. "I might take you up on that," he said quickly. "Lois has gone to her mothers for the day," he added with a smile. "Follow me," she said and turned and wiggled back toward her house. "Anytime!" he said as he followed her, watching the swing in her ass globes as he went. When she closed the door behind them, she was pleased when he caught her waist and kissed her. "Coffee, tea, or me," she said this time. Jon kissed her again, his hands unfastening her halter. He stepped back, allowing the flimsy garment to fall, her luscious boobs naked and her nipples stiff and erect. Her hands quickly tore his t-shirt from his chest. She kissed his muscular chest. "My turn," he said. He lifted each of her tits to his mouth and tongued the nipples. Anna gasped at the contact. Her pussy became wet and her heart skipped a beat. She stumbled back. "My turn," she said huskily. Her hands tore at his shorts. She gasped in delight when his stiff cock popped into view. "My God! It is huge," she blurted without thinking. Jon's cock was ten inches long and over three inches across. She quickly fell to her knees and gobbled his monster into her mouth. Her eyes were wide and she had difficulty breathing. Her muffled grunts filled the room as she sucked his cock deep into her throat. Jon's cock throbbed violently. He groaned in delight. He could barely move but he managed to remove her shorts. Her beautiful ass globes quivered. His hands massaged them torridly. "Sixty-nine," was all he was able to say when she began to suck and blow his cock in and out of her mouth. Anna reluctantly released his throbbing massive cock long enough to lay down on the floor with his head clamped between her legs. "MMM!" she hummed around his giant cock while his tongue rocked her clit wildly. His bloated balls constricted. His huge, gushing orgasm filled her mouth to overflowing. She felt the first of many orgasms shoot from her own cavity, filling his mouth with her sweet nectar. He groaned in delight. He sucked her orgasms like a starving man. She noticed that his cock was still harder than a rock. She allowed it to slip from her lips. "Fuck me now!" she ordered raucously. Jon lifted her effortlessly and settled her down on his cock. Anna groaned in terror and delight. His cock filled her and drove deeper and deeper into her until she thought she could take no more. But to her amazement, she found a deeper well that she didn't know existed. His cock penetrated her so deep she nearly fainted in complete pleasure. Jon was more than surprised when she was able to take all of his cock. He pummelled into her, inspired by her shouts of enjoyment and delight. He filled her cunt with his seeds of life to overflowing. Her orgasmic releases flooded from around his thrusting, throbbing, enormous cock. The floor was covered with the mingled cum. Anna sighed softly when he lifted her gently off of his deflating member. She had been sublimely fucked. She wondered if Rob would ever satisfy her again. "If not, she would have to look to the neighbor for relief again," she thought. Her Awakening Awakening: the beginning of the day, the first step in the resolute cycle of motion and rest that our bodies rely on. In the modern world, however, awakening is not allowed the courtesy of coming when it pleases. It is normally brought forth by way of an alarm. A loud and purposefully annoying sound meant to jar our lethargic persons out of a probably much needed REM cycle. It wasn't always this way. Most of us have lost the knowledge and sense of what awakening should be like. Sure, we might get a glimpse every now and then. Maybe on a weekend with no pressing chores, maybe on vacation, or after a short nap on a hammock in the green warmth of spring. Rarely however do we stop to appreciate it. Sometimes we greet it with antipathy as it releases us from that perfect dream all to soon. Other times it is clutched at quickly and held tightly as the horror gives way to the security and familiar surroundings of home. But for her, on this day, it was as it should be every day. It was a long slow process, her senses returning slowly just as an animal's must as it stirs from hibernation. The first step is a subtle awareness of change. The brain begins to send out a rapidly growing number of signals that slowly override our innate ability to slumber. As the brain becomes active our senses become more alert adding to the complexity of incoming information, thus increasing the brains power to wake us by creating conscious thoughts. To her on this day she feels the soft coolness of the sheets against her naked body. Then the sounds, her breathing, the fan, and the traffic outside, as her senses grow in an ever-widening circle, sending out and receiving data individually to create a perception of place, time, and even that very ephemeral choice of emotion. Then it happens, the part that is normally arrived at so quickly due to the screeching of the hated alarm. That instant when the realization that you are not really asleep any longer hits you. The senses are sated, the brain is processing more than the unconscious can handle and it is always here, at the moment when it begins to take conscious thought to try and stave off consciousness, that you know you are awake. This morning the moment occurs as she takes in a deep breath and slowly releases it in a full relaxing satisfied sigh. Opting to briefly ignore the pull of life she clamps her eyes shut even tighter as if the act itself will barricade the encroaching reality of day. After a moment the battle shifts as the physical need to stretch overrides her decision. Her arms and legs extend, her right hand pushing against her left until it meets the resistance of the wall. Ankles cross and toes point as her body shudders at the apex of her stretch. She rolls onto her side and curls into the fetal position unwilling to take that last step to wakening. The futility of her act overwhelms her as she realizes what she felt during the stretch. The aches, the stiffness, and especially the dried remnants of last nights adventure breaking away from her soft inner thighs. Then, as memory makes its appearance, she smiles, her eyes still clamped shut as the last hours of last night play across her mind's private movie screen. Typically she overanalyzes things but this morning she allows the cacophony of images to drift along of their own accord, letting her body and subconscious tell her that every moment was absolutely worth what ever it took from her. The images are raw; the language unfettered. The things she sees in her head happened, she was there and did them, a wanton and willing participant. Never had she turned herself loose like that, never would she have believed that she would do some of those things. She had crossed over a different kind of threshold last night, skewing forever her perceptions of desire and fulfillment. Finally, accepting the fact that she was now awake, and more importantly alive, alive in a way she might have never felt before, her eyes crack open. The soft light streaming into the room through the half closed blinds seems momentarily as bright as the sun at midday. She lays a moment longer and draws in a deep breath to fuel an even bigger sigh than the one a moment ago, bigger because it is attached to a more conscious understanding of her contentment. The smile that had been unknowingly playing at the corners of her mouth all night as she slept, now matures and lights up her face as the thoughts of him begin to circle and fill her mind with his essence. He gave her something, no, . . . he made her take something, was a more concise description of the events that had transpired. Yet she had accepted it, and oh how she had now accepted it. Wholeheartedly would be an understatement of disdainful proportions. Her mind states emphatically, "Received and accepted!" and she actually laughs out loud at herself. Almost awestruck, almost disbelievingly she goes over it again, less dreamily, more lustily this time. He had truly done all of those things to her. She had let him, she wanted him to do it, she just hadn't known it before it happened. She quickly thought of the moments when she had turned on the light. He had told her to so she did. She then slowly crossed the room towards the glass door watching him from behind. He was already standing looking out, calmly as if the fact that every person that they had been watching across the distance in the opposing building still could not see him. The thought gave her comfort as she stopped beside him. She could see his reflection but knew that this was not him. The image in the glass could never do what he was about to do. Standing, her face pressed against the glass of the balcony door. She could see people across the divide between the two buildings. The lights of their rooms and offices allowed her to see them perfectly. She knew that they could see her. He pointed them out to her as he slowly inched his cock into her ass. He pointed out the ones openly watching as he slowly withdrew. He pointed out others that would glance back and forth pretending not to notice as he began the decent back into her, deeper this time. She had become enthralled in watching, knowing that they were all seeing her face distorted in pleasure and pain, her perfect nipples flattened against the cool glass, and her palms trying to clutch at the smooth surface. She was not even sure when he started fucking her long and deep but she knew that she loved it. She loved the feeling of being used and letting the people watch. She had wished they were all closer so that she could vocally share her pleasure. Lying in bed stroking her already moist slit she then remembers that moment when it had dawned on her. He had been fucking her ass. She had been pressed against the door looking at the voyeurs. But not now, the air was cooler, her hands were wrapped around the iron railing and she was watching the street below. Bent at the waist, legs spread wide, her body reverberating with every punishing blow delivered by his thrusting. The feeling was so different from anything she had ever experienced. It was a slow awareness as the mixture of two feelings began to mold into one disgusting and yet uber-erotic realization. He was using her without the slightest care for her. He was using any and every aspect of her body to satisfy himself. She was nothing but an object, a fuck toy used by him and for him. And as he worked back and forth between her ass and cunt she knew right then that she loved it. If this is what he wanted then this was what she was. The moment he drained himself into her well-worked pussy she felt as if she had been branded. She had collapsed in a heap on the patio as he pulled out of her. As he carried her to bed she felt his cum leaking out of her and felt that with this act he had marked her as his property, his personal instrument of sexual satisfaction. She was fine with that. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Now as she writhed on the bed, one hand grasping at her breast, the other plunging furiously in and out of her sore but hungry cunt, she wondered when she would see him again. What would he have her do next time? As the most depraved possibilities began to flash before her mind's eye she came to a heart-pounding climax. Then lying there in a post climactic stupor she wished he would call her every day with instructions on how to satisfy him. Her Awakening She met HIM on one of those websites where you look for people with similar kinks to hook up with for an intimate relationship. Not that she was looking for that...she really wanted to find help in directing her husband to be the dominant man she could see deep down inside. HIS profile defined the type of relationship she was looking for, so she quickly sought HIS help. Life is funny sometimes, and it threw her a curve that day. HIS response was quick; he seemed very kind and willing to train or mentor either or both of them. Emails turned into text messages, and before she even knew what was happening, they started talking on the phone. HE appeared to be evaluating her motives or trying to see if she realized what being someone's sub or slave really involved. Her heart was made for a lifestyle of complete devotion and submission. It motivated her to be a better person in so many ways. She could clearly see that she would thrive in it, and apparently, HE could too. It was like HE already knew her heart...there was a connection there that reached deep within her soul and drew everything about her out for HIM to see, with no inhibition. She knew that HE was THE ONE who could open up what she wanted to give: that HE had a firm understanding of who she was and a respect for the gift she could offer. It was a beautiful, almost magical, moment in her life. HE held the key to who she was and she could feel it; could feel HIM unlocking the chains, one by one... In that moment, without HIS request, she offered herself up to HIM, without conditions. She hoped that HE would feel the same way and would consider keeping her as HIS very own. The first task HE gave her was to take a photo to prove she did not have on panties. She obliged HIM but knew it meant nothing, other than to show her obedience and willingness to serve. Later that first day, HE also had her send photos of what she was wearing and then she also shared a few private ones that she thought HE might like to see. Talking to HIM that first day left her feeling so good that she could only imagine that it would get better as time went on. HE had her begin to keep a journal not just for herself, but also for HIM to read, so that HE would know her innermost thoughts and see her desires that may have otherwise gone unspoken. HE is a very thoughtful man! Over the next couple of days, HE had her cumming for HIM while they spoke on the phone and then after a couple of days, on video cam, as HE watched. Every time she was with HIM, her orgasms seemed to intensify. Not only building on top of each other, but also each time they played, it seemed to be more intense than before. Over the period of time they've known each other, she has gone from having multiple orgasms that were indeed wet to having continuous orgasms, multiple times, causing floods (lol) while only talking to HIM over the phone and by HIS command. There are times that HE has her fuck herself hard with a toy before HE allows her to cum. Without HIM, she is unable to achieve much of a response from her body at all, even when she is intimate with her husband. HE has definitely taken her to new heights. Just a few days after they had met, HE asked her if she would like to belong to HIM, to wear HIS collar! She was ecstatic! The only thing that would have made her any happier is if HE HIMSELF had put one on her, in person. From that point on, she was to address HIM as MASTER. =) After they said good night that night, she had such restful sleep and the next day she awakened happily to find that her MASTER had already wished her a good morning. That was so special to her! It certainly wasn't required but showed her that HE cared. Over the next few weeks, there were many other things her MASTER did that showed her that HE truly cared about her. HE had her performing different tasks, demanding a little more obedience with each one; teaching her more control and pushing her little by little toward the limits she had expressed. HE had her look for a collar and had her wear it, whenever possible. Her MASTER sent her to stores with HIS collar on, sometimes having her call him while she was there and then HE would make her cum in the middle of the store. It was interesting for her to watch as people realized that she was wearing a collar. She wondered what they thought. Wearing the collar made her realize her place as HIS posession. She felt protected, cared about, and had a feeling of belonging to HIM. More than once, he had her drive with her breasts exposed for passersby to see. It seems that she is an exhibitionist, too. She loves it just a little too much! HE had her play until she thought she would explode if HE did't let her cum. She was told to read erotica but not allowed to acquire an orgasm. When HE finally did let her cum, the release was amazing, flooding her bed. It even saturated and went through the towels she had laid out to catch it. HE also had her do something one time that she thought she may not be able to do: HE had her go out into the back yard, naked, with only her leash and collar on and pee like she was HIS pet, (which she is). She thought she would die of embarassment! But, it seemed that every task and every playtime had a lesson within it. Some things taught her about her own self, some about her role, some about her MASTER, and some about their relationship as a whole. She has gained self-worth, self-confidence, self-control and continues to learn things about herself as she serves HIM. Even though there have been times that she didn't understand and felt pushed a little too far, she has always been able to look back afterwards and see what she learned from the experience. How he knows these things and plans them out so perfectly, she will never know. Each morning, her MASTER has her send HIM a picture so HE can see her as she is, and every evening before bedtime. She has been instructed to let HIM see whatever outfit she plans on wearing before she leaves her house so that HE can make sure it meets HIS approval. HE loves for HIS slut to show off the cleavage that now belongs to HIM. She sends her MASTER photographs of her nakedness whenever HE requests and sometimes just because she wants to. She longs for the day when she will be able to not only meet her MASTER in person, but also be able to serve HIM in every way that HE so desires. Her pleasure is found in knowing HE is pleased: In HIS delight is where she is happiest. She is so excited everytime she speaks to HIM and HE is constantly on her mind. Her phone is her lifeline to HIM and she looks at it over and over again, hoping she will have a message from HIM. It makes her so happy to know that he has thought about her. Her MASTER means so much to her and she can't imagine how she lived without HIM for so long. Her Awakening Madge had been preparing for her special day for over a week now and a very special day it was going to be. Madge had her needs and her husband of 12 years had been neglecting those needs for at least two years, preferring the company of the guys at the Golf Club to that of his sexy wife. Not that she was growing old in her mind and spirit; she knew that her looks and body matched that of many younger women in the neighborhood; but the desire to be wanted by men; to feel their eyes on her and thinking that they had to have her, was long gone. The problem was that her husband did little to re-assure her of her womanly charms so the sexual wants and needs of this woman were passing her by. Even masturbation wasn't giving her the same satisfaction that it had done, even a year ago. Aware of Madge's 'problem' her best friend Brenda had talked Madge into letting her invite one of her 'male friends' to join them for a drink on their regular Thursday night get together. The evening had gone well, even though Tyrone was as black as the Ace of Spades and made no pretence at hiding his relationship with Brenda in the bar; putting his arm around Brenda's shoulders, French-kissing her and openly playing with her tits even though other customers could see them. As the drinks went down very easily Tyrone had changed his attentions to Madge; flirting and flattering her. Constantly telling her how sexy she was and 'if she had been his woman he would never leave her alone because every man he knew would want to fuck her!' Before she knew it his big black hand was up her skirt and stroking the top of her silky white thighs under the table. Madge tried to push it away at first but he just flashed a big white toothed grin and moved his hand between her legs which were conveniently set apart. She couldn't stop herself and giggled like a schoolgirl when he pulled her panties to one side and fingered her. Madge knew that Brenda had been regularly fucking big black cocks for about 3 years now with her husband's approval. Hell! He sometimes watched and took pictures. Madge was a little bit jealous of Brenda's open relationship with her husband but had always disapproved of her going so openly with black men. But, from what Brenda had told her on their girly nights in Frank's Bar and Grill, black cock was the best. They tasted better and boy could black men fuck. Brenda never left out even the tiniest detail of her liaisons and Madge had regularly re-lived the images as she masturbated in bed next to her snoring husband on her return home. After the second get together, Madge finally let Tyrone fuck her in the back of his Dodge Charger. That was it; she was now a confirmed white wife who loved to fuck black men. During their slightly drunken chats, Brenda had confessed that many of her black lovers liked anal sex. Madge was horrified and even the thought was disgusting. Half joking and half serious she told Brenda that she thought her friend was a total slut. Although she loved Brenda dearly, and her 'sex stories' including tales of very rough anal sex turned her on; there was no way any guy was going to shove his dick up her ass, not any man on Earth. Following that night in Tyrone's Dodge Charger Madge's life changed in so many ways. The extra-marital sex with Tyrone was better than she could ever have imagined and she began dressing sexier and sassier as the weeks went by (her husband never noticed) and Brenda even introduced her to some of her on-line internet lovers; which increased her masturbation levels too. Last week she was contacted by a guy called Brent via e-mail. She wasn't sure who he was, but he told her that Brenda had told him to e-mail her. There was something special about Brent and within two days Madge had confided most of her sexual likes, dislikes and even fantasies. After 6 or 7 days she even confided that Tyrone was pressurizing her to let him fuck her ass. Fascinated, Brent pressed her on this very personal subject and she told him that she was considering letting her black lover fuck her ass, but she was scared. She was scared of the pain, but most significantly, the stigma of doing something she genuinely considered abnormal. Brent re-assured her that anal sex was actually quite normal; millions of people doing it and that if done right, the pain was minimal. Many women found that they actually enjoyed getting fucked up the ass buy their lovers. If nothing else, he told her, she would always be able to say she tried it once. After a couple of e-mails on the subject he laid an idea in front of her that aroused her curiosity. What if she invited Brenda along for moral support? She could show Madge how to take it up the ass. At first she laughed at the idea, but the more he talked about it, the more she liked the idea. She was not sure on how to approach Brenda but Brent said not to worry, he would broach the subject for her. He already knew Brenda would love the idea, because she had already confided to him that she would love to make it with her best friend but did not want to offend her. What better way; they thought, than when Madge was already naked and getting her ass fucked by a dominant black stud, who had already fucked them both anyway? Brent made the arrangements without telling Madge what Brenda really had planned for the following Thursday night. Madge was nervous as she drove over to Brenda's place. When she got there Brenda gave her a big hug, pressing Madge's huge tits against her own smaller ones. The women were a contrast; Madge was tall, dark haired and had a voluptuous hourglass figure with 40DD tits. Brenda was a few yrs younger, pretty, blonde, petite, 32B tits but had an ass to die for. And she knew it. Presuming Madge would be nervous, Brenda had pre-mixed a jug of strawberry mamosa's for Dutch courage. As they drank them, the women chatted nervously about what Tyrone would say when they both showed up for what he was expecting his weekly fuck with only one of his submissive white slut wives. Finally the time came for them to leave and they climbed into Brenda's escalade and drove across town. Tyrone nearly shit his pants when he opened the door of his apartment and the two women yelled 'surprise'. After taking off their coats, Brenda was sent to the kitchen to make some drinks. As soon as they were alone on the sofa, Madge whispered in an excited voice that 'he was about to have the honor of taking her virgin ass' and Brenda was coming along to help out. At first Tyrone thought it was a joke, but when Brenda returned and confirmed the story he realized that they were deadly serious. He had a grin a mile wide as he sipped his whisky and Coke. He put an arm around each woman and grabbed their asses as they walked down the hall into his bedroom. Tyrone knew exactly how to do this; he had been the Bull for quite a few white slutwives over the years and knew they loved to be told what do. The nastier he was with them the hornier the married sluts became. Glass in hand he sat in the armchair in the corner and had the women slowly undress each other. Brenda's eyes twinkled with excitement while Madge's showed her nervousness. Brenda slowly pulled the straps of Madge's dress over her shoulders, revealing her freckled breasts in a black bra. Brenda slowly dropped her head and kissed them; making Madge gasp. Not knowing that this was part of her best friend's game plan she was surprised by how turned on it felt to have Brenda touching her. As the dress dropped to the floor she stepped out of it and turned to face the big black stud in her white bra, panties, matching garter belt and copper stockings. Brenda looked up from her friend's luscious breasts and kissed Madge. Not just a peck, but she kissed her squarely on the mouth, letting her tongue glide past Madge's full red lips; tasting her tongue, swirling it gently with her own. The fuller figured woman's senses were now lost and she responded back, wanting to taste her best friend. Gently returning the kiss, she bit on Brenda's lower lip until she pulled back. Nearly forgetting she had an audience Brenda guided her friend's large hands up to her small breasts, letting her feel her firm tits through the silk of her figure hugging dress. Madge felt the little tits through the material, making the nipples on the braless tits grow increasingly stiff under her touch. She got lost in the moment and pulled and squeezed them; tugging on the rubbery nubs, wanting to make them even longer than they already were. Madge was amazed at her feelings, how natural all this was to her, wondering why she hadn't experimented with a woman before. At Tyrone's command Madge reached down and grasped the hem of Brenda's sundress and lifted it up in one fluent movement above her shoulders until it was in her hands. Brenda now stood before her best friend in just a tiny pair of black silk panties. The two women locked in an embrace, feeling the others body pressed against their own. Brenda obediently looked to Tyrone for guidance and, on his nod, reached behind Madge to unfasten her bra. As it fell to the floor she leaned over and lifted one breast taking the large flat nipple between her lips and tugging at it gently with her teeth. As it swelled up, she switched to the other melon and made that teat swell too. The women were now oblivious to Tyrone; and hadn't noticed him removing his pants and shirt. As they remained locked together kissing and examining each other's tits the black man was standing next to them with his massive cock swaying between his legs. Soft his cock hung a good 7 inches long, but hard was an impressive 11 ½ inches. Both women knew from experience they would be getting the whole thing, and Tyrone could fuck and fuck, over and over so both ladies would leave satisfied. Without a word Tyrone pulled them apart by Brenda's hair and kissed Madge full on her succulent lips then turned to Brenda and did the same. As his long pink tongue filled her mouth he slowly guided both women to their knees. Brenda knew exactly what was expected of her and she was looking forward to it. She loved to suck cock, in fact it was her favorite thing to do and the idea of sucking Tyrone's massive cock in front of her best friend made it even more special. Madge was less sure. She too loved to suck Tyrone's big black cock, but had never done anything with anyone watching before. Let alone sharing a cock at the same time. Brenda lifted the cock and jerked the shaft slowly until she could feel it grow in her palm. She offered it to Madge; generously allowing her the first suck on the purple headed monster. As Madge's quivering lips covered the wet cockhead, Brenda leaned forward and let her tongue glide up and down the side of the shaft. As Madge slowly and nervously took as much of it into her mouth as she could manage, their mouths touched it sent electric shocks through both married women. As their eyes met they both instinctively knew that this was what they had intended to do and that their friendship had gone to the next level and whatever happened now; would never to be the same again. Madge removed her mouth and in turn offered it to her best friend. Brenda eagerly swallowed 4 or 5 inches. The smaller, dirtier woman noisily sucked on it; using all of the saliva she could muster to lubricate the monster between her lips. Madge now moved down and took Brenda's position licking the shaft until she felt Tyrone guide her head even lower and she knew he wanted her to suck his balls. She eagerly took one of his large nuts into her mouth and proceeded to bathe it with her tongue and chew on the wrinkled sack, then the other and back again for 3 or 4 minutes. Then the first sign Tyrone's power happened as he firmly pushed Madge away from his cock and began to thrust into Brenda's mouth; using it as a cunt. He began to fuck her head, not caring if she gagged or not; knowing full well that Brenda loved being treated like this. At home with her office drone husband she was the sexually dominant one, but with her lovers she was a submissive slut, and she fucking loved it. Madge curled up on the bed and could not help but be jealous as she watched her best friend get viciously face fucked by her own black lover. It was if a switch had been turned on and she wanted to be just like her friend - to be used as a fuck toy by the big black stud. Madge was in a world of her own watching her friend's mouth being fucked when Tyrone suddenly grabbed her by the hair and pulled her on her knees behind him. Not knowing what he wanted she pulled his ass cheeks apart and jiggled his hairy balls as Brenda slurped on the cock being forced into her throat. Without saying a word Tyrone used his finger to show her where he wanted her tongue; on his asshole. Madge was hesitant but Tyrone reached behind him and pulled her head forward, not giving her the option. Tentatively she licked at the wrinkled bud, licking the edges but not wanting to venture to close to the hole. Worried about the taste, she thought if she just licked the edges he would be happy, but she was wrong. Annoyed at Madge's failure to please him he quit thrusting into Brenda's mouth and withdrew his cock. He angrily told Madge she was about to become a real slut now and he would not take any crap or the word no from her.....or else. Lifting both women to their feet by their hair, he dragged them to the king sized bed and got on all fours. As he parted his legs he firmly told Madge to tongue his ass. Not lick it to tongue it properly....to stick her tongue inside. Madge took a deep breath and leaned in, lightly licking the hole as he whispered something to Brenda. The next thing Madge knew Brenda had reached over and was spreading Tyrone's ass cheeks; then her friend grabbed her hair and pulled her face in between the black cheeks, telling her to taste his ass....really taste it. With Brenda constantly talking dirty, Madge began to explore the cavity; her tongue slowly snaking its way in until she lost her inhibitions and she no longer cared what she did for her black Master. Soon; the more she licked and the worse Brenda verbally abused her; the more she liked what she was doing. The taste was musty and exhilarating, the smell nasty and exotic. The thought of tasting his dirty shit hole was making her wetter than ever and she could feel her pussy juices running down her legs. Brenda began to play with her tits, milking them as if she was a cow. The harder Brenda abused Madge's tits the deeper her tongue went into Tyrone's ass. Brenda soon slipped behind Madge and rolled her panties down, leaving her only wearing her garter-belt, stockings and shoes. Brenda let her tongue snake over Madge's swollen labia, making her jolt forward, almost toppling Tyrone. Damn, she thought; it felt so good having a woman's tongue down there. Tyrone pulled away and rolled over, repositioning himself so he could enter Madge's mouth with his big fat cock as Brenda licked her sopping cunt from behind. Madge greedily opened her mouth and sucked the bright purple knob as her best friend lapped and ate her wet cunt. Soon it was just a pile of grunts with Tyrone thrusting into her mouth and Madge rocking back against Brenda's tongue. Soon Tyrone realized if he was going to fuck her ass he had better start otherwise he was going to blow his first and biggest load in her mouth. As they separated, Brenda begged Tyrone to fuck her first as she was more experienced at ass fucking and they could show Madge what to expect and how to approach it. Tyrone grinned and shrugged his shoulders as Brenda positioned herself on all fours. Madge watched intently as Tyrone generously applied lube to Brenda's sexy brown hole, inserting his fingers, making sure that she was relaxed and opened up enough to take his 11 inches. Once she was lubed up, Tyrone took Madge's hand and applied the lube to her palm and guided it to his massive cock, allowing her grease him up; making sure his shaft was liberally covered from top to bottom. Once it was coated in gunk he held her hand on his shaft and pointed it at the entrance of her bottom. The Big Black Bull wanted Madge to be a part of it as he kept one of her hands on his cock and the other tousled in Brenda's hair, pulling her head back as he entered her. He loved the submissiveness of both women. Brenda moaned as the head of his cock pushed past the ring, slowly filling her ass up. Tyrone did not slow down as he knew Brenda loved ass fucking as much as she did regular pussy fucking; in fact maybe more due to the nastiness of it. He began to thrust harder, almost lunging until he was forcing Brenda down to the mattress with every solid thrust forward. Brenda was bouncing off the bed as she received his long fat cock in her tight orifice. Madge's eyes had widened as she took it all in, and was soon fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit. Tyrone noticed Madge's heightened sexual state and knew that this was the time was to push her over the edge. He took hold of Brenda's hips and pulled her back into a kneeling position and then grabbed Madge by the hair, pulling her head until her face was resting on Brenda's ass. The housewife instinctively knew what he wanted her to do and began to greedily lick his cock and her puckered rim as he fucked her ass. Madge could taste the mixture on his cock; the lube and Brenda's ass fluid. Suddenly conscious of what her ass might contain she tried to pull back; but Tyrone held her in place by a fistful of hair, telling her that a white slut will do as she is fucking instructed. So Madge obediently started to lap at his stiff cock and her friend's asshole as Tyrone began stroking her hair, telling her what a good slut she was. Madge grudgingly began to enjoy it. She was now happy to be pleasing him. As the assault continued on Brenda's asshole, he instructed Madge to crawl underneath and lick Brenda's pussy. Madge did as she was told and eagerly began lapping at Brenda's clit and cunt. It didn't take long for Brenda to start to moan as she was about to explode with an intense orgasm. Madge began licking the dripping cunt even faster until Brenda started to convulse and Tyrone tensed up, grunting that he was about to cum as well. Madge was so engrossed in licking her friend's cunt she hardly noticed that the other two had stopped moving and were just vibrating as they were both in the grip of a mutual orgasm. Seconds later she could see cum starting to ooze out of Brenda's asshole and it began slowly dripping down over the lips that she was licking. Without a second thought the once modest housewife began eagerly lapping at the spunk as quickly as it dripped into her mouth. As Tyrone pulled back his cock made a loud pop as the head retracted from her ass and the excess fluid that had been trapped now flowed out of the stretched anus. A mixture of whitish cum, lube with a light brownish streak throughout gushed out; Madge used her tongue to capture it all. For good measure Tyrone used two long black fingers to scoop out what was left in Brenda's ass and fed it to her. Once they'd all got their breath back, the three lovers retreated to the bathroom and Madge washed them all; making sure she cleaned every inch of Brenda and Tyrone's genitals. After she'd rinsed off Tyrone's cock she knelt before him in the shower and took it deep in her mouth, showing him that whatever he wanted now, she was his to do with as he pleased. Once back in the bedroom Brenda told Madge she would experience some discomfort at first but if she relaxed, she would be okay and eventually enjoy it as much as she did. With that, the voluptuous housewife positioned herself on her hands and knees as Brenda applied the lube and used her tiny fingers to open and stretch her virgin asshole just like Tyrone had done to her earlier in the evening. Her Awakening Never having anything in her ass before Madge instinctively tensed up until Brenda began massaging her shoulder blades with her other hand which helped her to relax. Madge slowly took a deep breath and inhaled and the discomfort she was feeling slowly subsided. She could not say that it felt good, but it did not hurt either. Madge felt Tyrone shift his weight on the bed and knew he was getting ready to deflower her. She closed her eyes as he moved behind her and began pushing the bulbous head against her brown bud. Again Madge instinctively tightened up so Tyrone pulled back. Brenda leaned over and stroked her hair as she reassured her that she would enjoy if she only calmed down. As Brenda talked to her Madge felt the cock head against her asshole again and knew that Tyrone wasn't going to stop this time as he began to push into her slowly past her sphincter. She sucked in a lungful of air but spat it out again and almost chocked as the pain seared throughout her asshole, she felt as though she was being split in two. Her eyes welled up with tears as Brenda tried to console her, but she could not hear anything. All she could feel was a huge log going the wrong way up her tight virgin ass. She wanted to scream 'take it out', but nothing would come out and she knew it would be futile anyway. Tyrone didn't care a toss about the white woman's obvious discomfort and kept slowly inching his cock deep into her ass. Just when Madge did not think she could take anymore he stopped. With no one moving she had time to get accustomed as best she could to the sense of 'fullness' in her rear cavity. Satisfied his slut white housewife was compliant Tyrone began slowly sliding his cock backwards...... then forwards, and as he rocked in and out Madge thrust with him. The Big Black Stud cackled his pleasure and forcing his 11 inch dick into her stretched ass with the greatest of ease. The faster Tyrone fucked her ass the feeling of having to take a shit slowly ebbed away and Madge actually started to enjoy her first go at anal sex. Not that it was comfortable, but she took a bizarre pleasure in knowing she was doing something she thought was perverted only a few weeks ago. Laughing at the housewife's moans and groans of pleasure, Tyrone leaned forward and asked her how she liked having her 'dirt road plowed'. The nastiness of this kind of talk only fueled her desire for even more wild sex. Brenda realized that her friend was now enjoying the fucking decided it was her turn for some fun so she crawled under her to return the favor that Madge had given her earlier. As Brenda started to lick her cunt Tyrone reached down and grabbed a handful of Madge's hair and began to ride ass as if she was a mare and he was her black stallion. Madge began to buck her cock filled ass while her cunt was being licked like an ice cream. The depravity of the scenario meant that she was soon on the verge of cumming...and boy did she cum! Not once, not twice, but at least three times, maybe more as a series of tiny orgasms shook her body. Tyrone kept fucking her ass hard and fast; lasting much longer than the previous fuck with Brenda. He felt his balls tighten but nothing was going to come out of its own accord. As her Big Black Bull he now needed to make her feel even more pain before he could cum again so he reached down and pinched the large rubbery pink nipples on Madge's swinging tits, almost milking them. As she squealed, Tyrone felt his balls well up and knew that he would soon be filling her ass with his spunk. He pounded her even harder, twisting her tits until he was virtually bruising them and; all of a sudden he yelled out something unintelligible and shot load after load of hot milky spunk into her bowels. Madge felt the unexpected gush of fluid and came again; almost losing consciousness this time. Tyrone eventually pulled his wilting 11 inch cock out of her ravaged asshole and just like the when he withdrew from Brenda's ass, his spunk flowed out into the other woman's waiting mouth. Brenda hungrily drank every last drop and even pulled herself up so she could stick her tongue in her friends stretched asshole; sucking and lapping to get everything she could out of it. The three of them collapsed on the bed sweating like athletes and were too tired to clean up right away. As they slowly recuperated Tyrone said he had to go to work soon and the women said they had to get home anyways. They showered together with Madge cleaning the other two like the sex slave she had happily become and with hugs and kisses the woman let themselves out and climbed back into Brenda's SUV. The drive back to Brenda's was quiet with both women giving each other enigmatic looks and smiles as they squirmed uncomfortably on aching their asses. Their lives would never be the same but their friendship had cemented itself even more. When they eventually got back home Brenda immediately fired up her computer and saw that Brent was on line and proceeded to tell him every single intimate detail of the evening while Madge watched. Soon Madge went online to thank Brent for suggesting Brenda be a part of it all and with that, they told him they were going to Brenda's bedroom to experience something they had both wanted to do for months but had been too nervous to try before, a one on one session; just the two women and an assortment of sex toys. And that is a story for a different day.