Storiesonline.net ------- Wanda Wakes Up by carniegirl Copyright© 2010 by carniegirl ------- Description: Wanda wakes to a new reality about herself and slips into a world of domination by the men in her life. Codes: MF cons bi het fant inc fath Mdom interr BC WF oral anal mastrb toys size ------- "So that's it," Jacob said. "What the hell do you mean that's it?" "Just what I said, I'll come by after work tomorrow for my things." "So you are just going to walk out on me and the kids?" I was furious. "I'm not walking out on the kids, just you. Look Wanda, we have tried but it's just not working anymore." "It's another woman right, someone who does the things I don't?" "You know that was never an issue with me. It's just that we aren't going to make it. It's better to end it now than to keep putting it off." "Jacob, we have been married for sixteen years. I'm almost forty. The time to have done this was when I still had a chance at starting over. Damn you. if you are so hell bent to go, then just go." ... "And that's how it ended. All those years and he just walked away." I said it to the younger African American woman. Even though I had known her for two years, it was the first time we had a really personal conversation. "Men can be such selfish bastards. At least Rodney isn't like that yet." Rodney was her husband. He was also a tall good looking black man at least five years younger than me. I knew them from band concerts at my son's high school. Darren and Charlie both played in the band and were almost friends. The four of us had spent a great deal of time together, while waiting for the kids to set up before the concerts or clean up after. "So," Layla said, "Let's go get some coffee while the kids make their noises." It wasn't anything new. We had gone out to coffee or lunch while they setup and practiced for the regional or state honors band. Both Layla's son and Charlie were talented it seemed. "What about your husband?" "Would you mind if he comes along. If he does, he will pay for the coffee. That's one of the things men are really good for, carrying the wallet. " jShe smiled and I got a chance to smile. There hadn't been many of those in the last 6 months... "Sure why not." I agreed. Neither of us was familiar with the place, since it was an out of town regional band contest. Since the town was a lot smaller than our hometown, we settled for a Waffle House Restaurant just off the interstate. Being on a heavy traveled road, no one paid any attention to the black man with both a black and white woman in tow. "So how long has it been, since you and the ex had sex?" Layla asked. I was a little embarrassed, since her husband was smiling a rather predatory smile. "Well over 6 months," I replied. "I assume that he was the last one?" Rodney asked. "Yes," I admitted. Even though our conversation was low, I felt like everyone in the restaurant was hanging on my every word. "Does that seem like a long time?" Layla asked. "Well at the end we weren't sleeping together, and I was so depressed that I didn't care. "How do you feel about it now? Are you ready to try again?" she asked. "I honestly don't know whether I'm ready or not." "You should really become active again. Not just to prove to yourself that you are still desirable, but it's good therapy to out do the bastard." Rodney suggested. "That sounds reasonable," I admitted. I didn't really feel that it was necessary, but I also didn't feel that it was inappropriate. I was really pretty ambiguous about it "Do you have anyone in mind?" Layla asked. "No, I really haven't met anyone since the divorce. The kid keep me on the go all the time. When he is with Jacob, I'm working all weekend. Those long shoots back to back wear me out. At least I don't have to hire anyone to stay with him." "Wanda, I don't want you to dismiss this out of hand. I want you to think about it. You seem really uptight about sex. How about you come with us for a night? Let us be there for you." "I don't understand?" "Come be with Rodney and me. We are all friends, so there won't be any pressure. You do just what you feel like doing. Rodney is very gentle and patient." "I just don't know how I feel about that," It took me a few second to grasp what she was suggesting. I wasn't upset I was just confused. To make matters even more confusing Rodney moved from his wife's side of the booth to sit beside me. I froze solid when I felt his hand on my knee. Since there would be a concert that night, I had worn a skirt, rather than my usual jeans. I felt his large hand move ever so slowly up my leg. Every move added to the anticipation. I wanted to stop him, I really did. I just couldn't find the strength to make a scene. Layla just smiled as his hand moved under my skirt and up to my panties. "Her panties are wet," he said to his wife in a whisper. He acted as though I wasn't even there. 'You can't let her sit around in wet panties," she said it calmly and quietly. I didn't resist as he hooked his finger in the crotch and then pulled them to my knees. First he ran a finger up and down my slit. I was soaked, so it was easy for him to move along the groove. My breathing was labored and I was choking back serious moans. "That's enough Rodney, let her think about it now." "Do you still need to think about it Wanda?" he asked. I managed to choke out, "We can't do this." "Well not tonight for sure," Rodney said with a wolfish grin. Then he bent and whispered in my ear. "We are going to love fucking you Wanda. We both love white women. Now give me your panties..." He saw the look of doubt in my eyes so he added. "I want them to remember this moment, and you want me to have them, so give them to me now." I moved my legs under the table to slip them to the floor. It took some contorting, but I managed, with a foot to raise my panties t high enough to reach them with my hand. I slipped the wet cloth to Rodney under the table. Inside his large hand they were invisible as he slipped them into the pocket of his suit coat. Later at the concert we sat together. Looking back, they seemed to be protecting me or at least trying to keep me isolated. The concert was held in a real theater in the county's consolidated high school's facility. The theater was much larger than necessary for the crowd of parents who had gathered to hear their children play. Where we chose to sit was not totally isolated, by any means, but there were no other parents crowded around us either. When the lights went down, Rodney took my hand and placed over his penis. I was more than a little afraid that I could be seen, so I tried to move my hand away, but he held it in place. At the same time Layla seemed to sense what was going on and put her hand on my thigh as if to reassure me. Since I was sandwiched between them I felt safe. I left my hand on his penis during the performance. He had an erection for what seemed like the entire concert. I have to admit even now that it was exciting. At the time it was an even larger turn on. Sitting there with my hand on his penis and my panties in his pocket made the concert fly by. I enjoyed it more than any of the other concert I had attended. Since it was a regional honors band the music was exceptional, but the feeling of Rodney's penis was even better. I saw my son Charlie after the concert and told him our van was in the parking lot. I had clipped the orange pennant attached to a short wire onto the driver's side window. It was easy to install and made finding the van in a large parking lot at least possible To me all the mommy vans looked pretty much alike. A generic white van is how I described it to my clients and friends alike. While I waited in the van for Charlie to say his goodbyes, Layla approached the van. She stood outside and said, "Please think about it Wanda. We both want you in our lives, but it has to be your decision. Don't let Rodney overwhelm you. Do it because you want to." "I know Rodney is a man and this is what men do, but why you Layla? You don't seem to be gay." "Rodney and I grew up poor, we aren't poor any more. I don't ever want to be poor again. If this is all it takes to keep him happy, then it is something I can live with. If he makes you feel better about yourself, you should go for it. Honestly Wanda, I do want you in our lives. I trust you not to take Rodney away. I can't say that about every white woman we meet." "So you have done this before?" "Yes twice. They tend to be very short affairs. I try to make sure it never get to the point that it threatens our marriage. I don't allow any nasty love triangle issues." She stopped there to looked me in the eye then add, "You do understand don't you?' "You are saying, he can have all the sex he wants, but with no love involved." "Exactly, think about it. I'll be in touch." She smiled warmly then walked away. Charlie was excited and yakked it up for the first twenty minutes, then he fell silent. I knew that he was tired. Even a fifteen year old boy wears down after a while. Sometimes they seem to have all the energy in the world, but even they run out of steam eventually. After Charlie finished his chattering I slipped into remembering how Rodney's fingers had felt on my body. I even remembered how his penis had felt in my hand. It was wicked, the things I had allowed him to do to me. Equally wicked were the things I had wanted to do for him. The problem for me was that I felt so good, I could not feel guilty enough. Not just the sexy play, but also the feeling of being wanted were a complete turn ons for me. That feeling of being desired might have been the really addictive part of it. The tension built all the way home. When I got home it was difficult, but I forced myself to wait until Charlie was asleep. After I was reasonably sure he wouldn't wander by my door, I removed my vibrator from the night stand and began to masturbate. As massaged my nipples, I thought of Rodney's hands on me. My hand quickly became his hands in my mind. His hands I woke up early the next morning. I got Charlie fed and ready for his dad to pick up. It was difficult, but I managed to do it without touching myself. During all those years of marriage, I had never been so turned on as I had been with Layla and Rodney. I went back to bed after Charlie's dad left. I woke up two hours later with the memory of a dream that both frightened me and turned me on. I used my finger to quickly masturbate to orgasm. Again I imagined that it was Rodney fingering me so deeply. When I orgasmed, it was so hard I was afraid that it might shake me off the bed. I was so exhausted that I barely made it out of bed at all. I managed to make it into the shower where the water tended to remind me how much I needed to wash off. It was difficult but I finished the shower without masturbating again. I shook my head at the thought of doing it again. I knew that something very basic about me had changed. I just didn't know what it was. Even the considering of having sex with Rodney and possibly his wife was way out of my comfort zone. Even so I thrilled with every ring of the phone. At the end of the day nothing happened. I was very disappointed. Charlie had always been a well behaved child. It was the only thing that made it possible for me to work from home. If he had been a discipline problem, I could never have devoted so much time to my business. Actually it was my father's business. When my husband divorced me, dad used it as an excuse to turn the business over to me completely. After mom died, dad's heart just wasn't in the family business. I had to prod him to kept him involved. He was more and more willing to just leave everything to me. After my divorce, he just gave it to me officially. He did agree to come in and work for me, if I needed help. So far I had asked for his help only twice during the six months I had run the business. Large high profile weddings went easier with two photographers. I didn't have that many but I was working to increase that kind of business. Sunday night I slept fitfully. There is a rule every woman knows. If you are not sexually active, the need decreases as time passes. However when you become active again, the need returns with a vengeance. Insatiable is almost too mild a word for the feelings I had after that out of town trip. When Layla called Monday just after lunch, I was a bundle of nerves. "So how have you been?" she asked. "You don't really want to know," I replied. "Oh, I have a pretty good idea. All hot and bothered I'm sure." "Yes, I can't believe how turned on I have been." "Please just use words that are down to earth. You have been horny. Rodney can do that to a woman better than anyone I have ever known." "Yes he can," I agreed. I was chaffing a little from her admonishment about my choice of words "So have you decided what day you would like to continue our little adventure?" "Well it would have to be a weekday," I suggested. "Oh we completely agree. So just pick a day when you aren't busy." "I have appointments on Wednesday and Friday so tomorrow or Thursday would work best." She had rightly assumed that I was going to go along with whatever they had in mind for me. "Then come to our house tomorrow at 10 AM. Wear a skirt and sweater and no underwear at all. Do you understand?" "Yes I understand," I replied. Since her tone had changed dramatically, I wasn't sure exactly what else to say. "Good, we will be expecting you." The rest of the day passed rather quickly to my surprise. I had expected it to drag along with me anticipating the next day. Instead I spoke with two clients and three potential clients. With all the brushfires stamped out, I fixed dinner for Charlie on time for a change. We watched TV together, as we usually did. With him it was cop shows and shows with attractive teen aged kids. I suffered through both just so we could have some family time together. Not having custody of him on the weekends was both a blessing and a curse. I missed a lot of quality time, but I didn't have to worry about him while I worked either. His dad was a prick to me, but he had always been a good father. I did have a problem drifting off to sleep that night. I was so on edge that I even heard the tick tock of my wall clock. I hadn't heard that sound since the first week I had owned it. I tossed and turned for over an hour. I was trying to imagine what I the next day would be like. I finally relived Saturday night at the band competition. My hands and fingers played the part of Rodney, and I orgasmed enough to wet the bed before I could sleep. I woke early to get Charlie off to school, but unlike most days I did not return to bed. I was far too excited to sleep. I prepared breakfast for myself, then took a very long hot shower. I tried to think how I would act. It was useless because I had no idea what would happen. The time finally just passed with me staring at the clock. I slipped into a black skirt and white sweater. I did not put on either bra or panties. I felt very exposed as I left the house. I guessed that it was the reaction they expected. I was very nervous while walking to the front door of the white house in the upper middle class neighborhood. It seems Layla and her husband were pretty well off. No wonder she was willing to overlook his infidelity. At least if she was there to make sure it didn't get to be romance. Layla answered the door in a robe. I could tell she was naked underneath or as least close to it. The robe was made of very thin white silk. The robe in contrast to her black skin was striking. Layla was a well taken care of woman. Even almost naked she had class. For sure a damn site more class than I had. "Come in Wanda, Rodney is waiting for us in the playroom downstairs." I followed Layla down the stairs to the basement. I don't know what I had expected, but it was a simple game room. A place where the children might gather to watch TV or play video games. It had an over stuffed sofa and two matching chairs. There were ottomans in front of the sofa as well as the chairs. It looked like just a big family den. The different was Rodney was sitting in one of the large chairs reading the paper. He was also naked. Something that was hard to miss. I had held his penis but I had never seen it. His penis was much longer than my husband's as well as somewhat larger in diameter. It was mostly the length that was fearsome, though the thickness was frightening as well. Rodney did not speak to me. Layla went over to stand close and facing him. I was left to watch as he put his hands on her shoulders. She dropped to her knees and looked at into his eyes. She also lifted his penis to her mouth. She first kissed the head of it, then opened her mouth and move her head forward to capture it. All the time she never took her eyes off his. It was obvious from the movement of her cheeks that she was creating a vacuum with her mouth then releasing it only to do it again and again. There was a look of euphoric pleasure on Rodney's face as he smiled down on her. "Do you enjoy watching Layla worship Daddy's cock?" he said never breaking his eye contact with her. I didn't even need to think. I could feel the heat and pressure building within me. "Yes it is a beautiful sight." I replied in a squeaky voice. "Layla share with our new friend," he demanded. Layla somehow move back. Her chin was covered in saliva and his lubricant as she turned to smile at me. She held his penis out to me. "I have never done that." I said it honestly and they both recognized that I was telling the truth. "But you will do it for Daddy, won't you?" Rodney asked. "Yes," I replied simply as I lowered myself to my knees in front of him. I wanted to know how it felt in my mouth and how it felt to make him smile at me, as he had smiled for Layla. "First kiss the head of his cock," Layla whispered to me. I placed my lips to the head of his penis. "Now taste the thin cum from his cock. Does that feel good?" I pulled back then said, "God yes so sexy." "Open your mouth and suck Daddy's cock inside.' I created a vacuum with my mouth, then moved forward slightly allowing his penis into my mouth. I felt it move across my tongue creating an ever so slight itch. Even the small sensation was magnified a hundred times as his smooth penis moved across my rough tongue. "Let me help you," Layla said putting s hand on either side of my head. She guided my head as I stroked his penis with my mouth. "Isn't that better?" Layla asked. I couldn't answer my mouth was full of his penis. Since I had the slow movement of my head under control, Layla removed her hands. She lowered them then reach around to massaged my breast and pinch my nipples. Her actions shot waves of new sensations through me. I had been massaged like it before but never by a woman's hands. Layla spoke and I heard but knew it wasn't for me. "She is so turned of for you Daddy. Your little girl is a natural cocksucker. " I was looking up at him and saw him smile and nod his head in agreement. I was trilled by her words and his agreement. I had never thought I would enjoy a penis in my mouth but I was thrilled. It was probably the whole of the parts that did it. "Take Daddy's big black cock deeper baby," Layla whispered in my ear. I tried but I gagged. "Relax baby and take Daddy's cock deep." I gagged again. "Just relax and do it again," Layla demanded. I did it over and over at her urging until I no longer gagged. She had to help me by holding my head again but I finally got past the gag reflex. When I was comfortable with his cock hitting the back of my throat, Layla returned to holding my breasts and kissing my shoulders. She had long since opened the top buttons and pushed the sweater from my shoulders. It was wadded around my waist. "Straighten your back," she demanded. "Don't ever slump like that again." I did as she demanded. "Now spread your legs." I did that as well. "This is the positions you will assume, whenever and where ever you are, when Daddy puts his hands on your shoulders. Layla pulled my head off Rodney's penis with a hand in my hair. "Do you understand?" "Yes Layla I understand." "You will answer me yes Ma'am." "Yes Ma'am." It was silly but I was in no position to argue. I was an emotional wreck. The only emotion I felt was pure lust. "Do you love Daddy's cock?" "Oh yes," I answered. She pulled my hair hard. "Yes Ma'am I replied without thinking. "Say it." "I love Daddy's cock," I replied quietly. "What do you want bitch?" she said. "I want Daddy's cock." "Where do you want it?" "I want his Daddy's cock everywhere." "Where do you want it when you are in this position?" "I want Daddy's cock in my mouth," I replied and meant it. Layla lifted his cock to my lips. "Kiss it, then you can have it in your cunt mouth." she said in an unemotional voice. I kissed his cock lovingly as I looked into his eyes. I sucked it deep into my mouth and to the back of my throat. It was still a little uncomfortable. but it was also thrilling to see what it did to his eyes. His eyes almost rolled back into his head, when the head of his cock reached the tight part of my throat. Layla was behind me again. She reached around me to lift my skirt. When she touched the tip of my slightly protruding clit, I shuddered more than enough for her to notice. "She is a hot little cunt," Layla said to her husband. I was looking up an saw him nod happily. Layla continued to rub my clit until I orgsmed with a mind numbing intensity. "Oh my the cunt came while sucking Daddy's cock." I felt his cock stuck in my throat while my body jerked in orgasmic convulsions. He had to have felt the effect it had on me. I was sagging badly when Layla admonished me to straighten my back. It was a pure struggle but I managed to finish the orgasm holding myself up straight. I was sure there would be a stain on the carpet. When I was almost finished Layla pulled me off his cock and asked, "Do you love Daddy's big black cock now?" "God yes," I replied honestly. "So you are his white cocksucker?" "Yes," "Call me Ma'am and say it. Say I am Daddy's white cocksucker." "I am Daddy's white cocksucker, Ma'am." "Daddy made you cum do you need to make him cum now?" "Yes Ma'am I need to make Daddy cum." I said it and I meant it. I had a deep need to make him cum. "Do you need to have him cum in your white cock sucking mouth?" "I need for Daddy to cum in my white cock sucking mouth." "Then wrap your hand around the base of his cock and fuck his cock with your worthless mouth whore." I did just that. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and stroked it while I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. I move my head up and own on his cock driving it deep into my tight throat. All the while Layla was massaging my breast and tweaking my clit. When I felt Daddy thrust for the first time I knew he was about to cum in my mouth. Somehow Layla also knew she began to rub my clit faster. When Daddy's cum hit my throat I thought I was going to drown. At the same time I began to orgasm and I just didn't care if I did drown. It was all too much for me. I got lost in my own orgasm. When I came back to reality I was in Layla's arms. She was rocking me gently back and forth. "It's okay baby, you just had your first black cock orgasm. It won't be so terrifying next time." She paused a long few seconds giving me time to note that Rodney was gone. "Daddy loved what you did for him. Daddy loves you." "I'm glad," I replied honestly. "Good, you are going to make a wonderful black cock slut." "That sounds so awful." I managed to say. "Yes but it feels so wonderful," she replied. "Doesn't it." "Yes I feel wonderful right now." She turned my face to her breast. I knew what she wanted. "Honestly I'm not bi." "I know but you have to do this for Daddy.": "Alright," I sucked her nipple into my mouth. Her breasts were larger and softer than mine. Her nipple was dark brown and large. My own nipples were large since i had breast fed Charlie. I sucked on it then dropped my hand to her thigh. "No not that way," she said pushing down on my shoulders. I tried to resist but she was actually quite strong. I finally allowed her to force my head between her legs. I took her clit in my mouth and sucked on it. Then I licked it up and own and side to side. I also licked her vulva up and down between sessions with her clit. She finally came in a bone grinding orgasm. A few moments later when she was again calm she said, "Get your clothes on Wanda." She led me to the front door. "At exactly 6 PM call this number." she said that as she handed me a card. Say thank you Daddy and wait for his instructions." I turned to the door and left. It was a miracle that I got home alive. I drove in a pink fog. I had heard comments like that from other women but had never put much stock in them. But somehow Rodney and Layla had gotten everything I had to give. I was totally empty of any conscious thought. When I got home the feeling began to wear off. At least enough to force me into the bathroom where I tried to throw up. Nothing happened, so I gargled with a strong antiseptic mouthwash three times. None of that prevented me from masturbating to a mind blowing orgasm. I did it while I took my second shower of the day. I was rendered almost helpless again by the orgasm brought on by the memory of Rodney's cock in my mouth. Yes I began to think of it as his cock not his penis. I dressed in jeans and a different sweater. That time I wore all my normal underwear, a plain pair of bikini panties and the usual padded push up bra. I never thought of it as anything but a little vanity. I looked better in a scoop necked sweater with a little more cleavage. Nature didn't give me a perfect body, so I tried to help myself a little. I tried hard to work that afternoon. I even managed to edit about half the number of images I would have on a normal day. I was still at it when Charlie called. "Mom there is a basketball game this afternoon, can I stay and watch?" "Charlie, I have an appointment with a client this evening you know that." "If I can get a ride home, can I stay?" "If it is with an adult not a student," I replied as a compromise. After he hung up I went back to work on the images from a portrait shoot from the week before. Charlie called back to tell me that a friend's parents were willing to drive him home. With Charlie taken care of for a while, I dug into my work even farther. At six I called the number as i promised. Rodney was expecting me to call. "Thank you Daddy," I said as I had been instructed to do. "Did you think of Daddy's cock when you got home this morning." "Yes I remembered how it felt in me." "That should have been, yes Daddy, I remember how your cock felt in my mouth and I fucked myself, shouldn't it?" he said. "Yes Daddy I remember how you felt in my mouth and I couldn't help fucking myself till I came." "That's better. Now go on line and order a long black dildo. That will be daddy's cock, when I can't be with you. Do you understand?" "Yes Daddy, I understand." "Would you like to worship my cock now?" "God yes, I am so turned on," I was speaking the truth. I would have dropped to my knees if he had been in the room. "Keep that thought, we will be together sooner than you think." Ten minutes later the door bell rang. If it was my potential clients they were over a half hour early. When I opened the door I was shocked but my heart raced. It was Rodney standing on my stoop. "Well do I come in or do you suck my cock on the porch?" "Come in please, come in." Once inside he put his hands on my shoulders and guided me to my knees. "Take what you want baby girl," he said. "Yes Daddy," I replied as i reached for his zipper. I pulled the zipper down and then struggled to free his cock. Once i had his cock free of his trousers I kissed the head as Layla had instructed me, then I sucked it into my mouth. I looked into his eyes as I pushed my head forward driving his cock into my throat. Even after a morning of practice I gagged the first few strokes. Even so i stayed with it. "Take your tits out when you suck me," he demanded in a harsh voice. I managed to lift my sweater and work my breasts out without losing his cock. As soon as he could see my breasts I began stroking his cock with my mouth. "Open your jeans and put your hands inside your panties. I want you to cum with my cock in your mouth." I did as he instructed and I came within a few minutes. He knew when I came from the way I sucked on his cock. "Yes cum for your black daddy you white cocksucker." Moments later I felt him stiffen as he drove his cock even deeper into my throat as he came. I swallowed as fast as I could, even so I choked, some of his cum slipped from my mouth and landed on my sweater. I was still on my knees looking up at him when he asked, "Where is Charlie?" "I thought you knew he is at the basketball game at school. He is going to get a ride home with Darren." "I had no idea. Layla handles all that." "You thought Charlie would be here?" "I didn't know and I didn't care. He is going to find out sooner or later that you are a cocksucker for black Daddies. Why not now and save the worry about how he will find out." "I see well in that case I can't do this any more," I replied sternly. "Take some time and think about it. You still have my number." After he had gone, I showered and changed my clothes yet again. I barely finished when my client came. I was a lot more calm than I expected to be. Once I got my mind off Rodney and onto business, I calmed down. The meeting went well. I sent her home with a contract and information on how to arrange payment, should she decide to book me for her wedding. I banged around the net until Charlie got home. When he finally showed up around eight, I made him dinner, then sent him to work on his homework. After he left I visited the website Rodney had mentioned. I found pages of penis replicas. I remembered Rodney's cock well. It took me several minutes to find the right size and color. The thing was not cheap but it looked exactly like Rodney's cock. Even though I didn't want to see him again, I still had wildly erotic memories of the day. I had never cum so hard or so often in my life. Charlie was asleep in his room when I went to bed. I tried to shut my mind down, but I just couldn't drift off to sleep. Rodney and Layla repeatedly came to visit me in the twilight time between being awake and asleep. Before I knew it I was reliving the day. I could feel and taste Rodney's cock in my mouth. I suppose because it was new to me, it all stuck in my mind. I pushed the blanket off and moved my hand over my breast. I pulled on my hard nipple and remembered how Layla had done it. I tried to remember the feel of her hands. It didn't take long to recapture the feeling. I remembered the feel of Rodney's cock in my mouth. I found my clit just as Layla had done. I could almost feel cock in my mouth when I put my finger on my clit and began to massage it. I was ten seconds from an orgasm when I heard a noise at the door. I looked over to see Charlie watching me as I came with teeth clenched trying to cut off the scream. "I heard noises and thought something might be wrong," Charlie said before he fled from the doorway. I had no idea how much he had seen. I would have gone after him except that I was still shaking. I also decided that I had no idea what to say to him. I lay in bed amazed at how many times I had orgasmed in one day. I was also more than a little shocked in all the different things I had done. A week ago if anyone had told me, I would have laughed at them. Now I was not only a cocksucker, but I was a cocksucker for a black man. I had also licked and sucked a woman for the very first time. Neither had been my idea, but I didn't refuse either of them. Finally I had masturbated while my fifteen year old son watched. I should have locked the damn door, I thought. If there are no accidents, maybe deep in my brain resided a part of me that was pure whore. I fell asleep from exhaustion while still searching for answers. When the alarm sounded the next morning. I tried to ignore it. I had more reason than usual. I had an ache in my heart and in my jaw. I also had to face Charlie. It was going to be difficult. He hadn't just seen me almost naked, he had seen me orgasm. He had joined a very select club, not many men had seen that. Actually not many men, only one woman, and now one teen aged boy had seen that. I struggled from the bed, then went the bathroom for a shower. I brushed my teeth even more carefully than usual. I also gargled twice. My jaw hurt every time I opened my mouth. Yes Rodney was large and it must have been more of a strain than I thought at the time. My throat also hurt every time I swallowed. I was sure the soft tissue was bruised but probably nothing more. I was dressed when I opened Charlie's door. "It's time to get up Charlie. What do you want for breakfast." I had decided not to mention last night unless he did. "Can I have pancakes?" he asked. "Pancakes and bacon it is." While Charlie got dressed, I went down to cook. Pancakes are a pain, but I felt that I owed it to him. I had a mix but there was still all that stirring and standing over the stove for a long period of time. Even so it wasn't too much, if last night would just quietly go away. Charlie was quiet over breakfast and he looked at my breasts a lot, even so he didn't mention the night before and neither did I. I let out a huge sigh and my heart seemed to begin beating again after he left for the school bus. I stayed turned on all day, but I managed to work. I found that I could be jumping out of my skin aroused and still concentrate. It was a good thing, because I had no idea how to get off the endorphin high I was riding. Wednesday ended with me in the shower rubbing my clit until I exploded into yet another orgasm. It wasn't quite as intense but it was still a release. Release yes, but not complete relief,, for that I needed Rodney. I knew it, but I couldn't allow his craziness to jeopardize my life. From the fiasco the night before It appeared that I didn't need him to do that. It seemed I could handle that all by myself. I almost called Rodney before I went to bed, but I resisted. I didn't know if I could continue to resist or not. Sleep was hard coming but I did manage to drift off. I dreamed that I awoke and looked up to see Charlie standing in my door. The memory of that stayed with me, even after I awoke the next mornings. I wasn't sure that it was a dream, but I did my own son wasn't going to stalk me. Thursday passed pretty much like Wednesday. I was still trying to come down from the high I had experienced on Tuesday. It had been a day of nothing but hormonal overload all day long. My emotions were finally beginning to even out. I was still turned on and would have been on my knees in a second, if I had run into Rodney. Even so I didn't want to go looking for him. When I sent Charlie off for school on Friday, it was with his backpack filled with clean underwear. Charlie spent almost all the weekends with his dad. Jacob picked him up after school on Friday, and dropped him off at school on Monday. It was our arrangement. I didn't like Charlie being away from home so long, but a deal was a deal. It also allowed me to shoot weddings Friday nights, Saturday nights, and even Sunday nights. I did not book any work other nights. Mostly on Friday and Sundays, it was family portraits. Saturday had always been the big wedding days. Even for my Father, who had started the business almost thirty years before. I had nothing to shoot that Friday night, which was usually the case, so I planned to edit photos from a recent wedding. When Charlie was home I kept on my jeans and top until I went to bed. On Weekends, if my dad didn't come up, I put on my sleep tee shirt much earlier. It was usual for me to be In my sleep tee while sitting around working on images or maybe watching TV. It was almost nine when the doorbell rang. I slipped on a robe before I went to the door. I looked out the window of the door and saw Rodney. I shouldn't have felt my heart race but I did. I didn't even think about it I just opened the door. "Hello," I said as the door opened. "That should be hello Daddy," he replied smiling. "Hello Daddy," I was right back in the same place I had been when he showed up at my door the last time. He had his hands on my shoulders but he didn't push down. He used them to turn me around so that I was standing with my back to him. He reached around me to cover each of my breasts with a hand. He put his lips against my ear and whispered. "You have small tits don't you bitch?" "Yes I have small tits Daddy," I replied. "Are they aching for Daddy's touch?" "Oh yes they ache for you Daddy," I replied. He squeezed them and pulled my nipples hard while he kissed and licked my neck and ear. Without warning I felt his hand grab me between my legs hard. "Do you like to have me feel your cunt?" "Yes Daddy I love it." "Say it right," he demanded/ "Yes Daddy, I love you to to feel my cunt." I was so high on hormones by that time I would have said or done anything. I felt him roughly manipulate my clit. I was on fire even though it hurt some as well. "Take off your panties whore." I removed my panties quickly leaving me only in the long tee shirt and robe. He bent me forward, Then forced his large cock inside me. I was tight on his cock partly because he was larger than my ex but also because I hadn't had sex for over six months. There was some pain as he entered me. "God you are a tight bitch. You must have been fucking a midget." "No one as big as you Daddy," I replied. "Do you like Daddy's big cock in your cunt." "God yes, I love the feel of your cock in me," I replied. When he began to stroke me the pain stopped but there was still a burning sensation as he stretched me. It felt so good I moaned and tears ran down my cheeks. "Are you going to stop all this bullshit and behave?" "Yes Daddy I will behave." I meant it when I said it. I could not think of anything except how good his cock felt in me. It filed me and it massaged me inside. I was having a hard time thinking. "Do you want Daddy to cum in you?" "Yes I want to make Daddy cum in me." "Then move your ass back and forth for me. You fuck me." I began to move on his cock. It was like a pole inside me. I just slid up and down on it. Each movement took me closer to a huge orgasm. Suddenly he came alive driving his cock deeper and deeper into me. I felt pain but it was a good pain. It was the pain that drove me even higher. I felt him cum in me. I felt him go stiff then the warm feeling deep inside me. I worked harder on his cock so that I came as well. I know he felt my body clamp down on his cock. I couldn't help it the muscles locked on him. After a minute or so my muscles relaxed and he was able to withdraw. Once his cock was out I shivered from the feeling of loss. "Clean my cock," he demanded. My knees were weak as I lowered myself down the wall. I sucked his cock in as far as i could. Of course, I could not get it all clean that way, so I pulled back and licked the rest of his cock clean. "You are becoming a good whore for Daddy," he said to me. "Thank you Daddy," I replied. "Layla wants to see you as well. Well you eat her cunt?" "If you want me to, I will." "That's a good answer. You know you really sucked the cum out of me. You are so tight." "It has been a long time since I had sex and I never had a cock so big." "I like that about you. When I take your ass, are you going to cry?" "Yes I'm sure I will." "I would do it now, but I'm sore from your tight cunt. You need to start stretching your ass for me. If not you are going to really be hurt." "I don't like pain." "Then do as i say and start stretching it. Use things around the house to open it up. Be sure to lubricate them well so you don't tear anything." "Alright," I replied. He was so in the mood that he let that slide. "I have to go now Layla doesn't know I'm here." With that he just walked away. He didn't kiss me goodbye or anything. I took a very long and very hot shower. I was both ashamed and exhausted by my encounter with Rodney. After I dried my hair I fell into bed and immediately drifted off to sleep. I'm not sure that I even moved during the night. "Hey Wanda are you awake?" The voice coming from down the hall forced me into consciousness. It took me a second to recognize my father's voice. "Just a minute dad," I said from inside my warm bed. "Damn Wanda you are supposed to take me to breakfast." "I know dad. Just give me a few minutes to get dressed." "Take your time, I know where the pancake house is. I'm going for coffee. I'll meet you there, when you get your head out of your ass." "Okay dad," as usual he knew how to piss me off without even trying. "I'll be there in a few minutes." The few minutes turned into a half our before I made it to the Pancake Barn. "Ms. Williams your dad is in in the booth by the windows." "Of course he is, and he has been there a half hour taking up a four person booth." "Yes Ma'am but we aren't too busy today." "Good, cause he is a thoughtless bastard." I replied smiling. "Now I never said that Ms. Williams." "Don't worry I have known him a long time," I did laugh. "Dad, stop bullying the waitresses," I said it with a smile. "Why? It's the only thing I can do to a waitress these days." "I doubt that," I said sitting down across from him. "So how have you been?" "You know how I have been. So what's the plan for today?" Dad asked. "Well after breakfast I'm going back home and get ready for the shoot. It out at the vineyard, so it's outdoors," "Tell me again why you needed me for an outdoor wedding." "Because the bride's father insisted that I have two photographers available." "Well I hope you are charging him for it." "You know I am." "Good," my dad replied. I loaded my cameras bags into his car a little after noon. We were setup and ready to shoot by 1:15 for the 2pm wedding. The outdoor wedding was a simple shoot even for one person. The two of us were tripping over each other all afternoon. By 7PM the shoot was finished and we were headed home. I was thrilled that the shoot had ended at a reasonable hour. I hoped dad would head to his own home, but it could go either way. It was already dark and his eyes weren't what they used to be, but he also hated sleeping in my son's bed. It pretty much depended on how tired he was and if I would drink with him. My dad liked to drink, but not alone. "You still on the wagon?" he asked as we loaded the car. "More or less, I will have a drink now and then, but I don't drink like I used to." "Why don't I stop by the ABC store on the way to your house. You can stop and pick up a pizza. We can have a couple of drinks and some pizza just like old times." "Not quite like old times," I replied. "Okay, we won't get falling down drunk this time." I had tried to drink with dad over the years. The first time he came to help me after the divorce, I didn't even come close to holding my own. I passed out drunk on the sofa and woke up naked in my bed. I still have no idea what exactly happened. Whatever happened it wasn't something I felt the need to know, so I never asked. "Okay pizza and Canadian club, it is." I agreed. We had been home about two hours when the doorbell rang. During the two hours we finished the pizza and my father had been drinking heavily as he usually did. I wanted to ignore the door, but he would have none of it. I could only think of one person would would show up at my door so late. It would be a real problem but I could tell dad was going to insist I get the door. I left him in the kitchen and went to the door. When I opened it, I was not surprised that it was Rodney. "My father is here," I whispered. "So what," he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed. Maybe I really had become a slut, or maybe it was the three drinks I had consumed, either way I went to my knees. I unzipped his trousers, worked his cock out and kissed the head of it, I closed my lips around the head of his cock and sucked it into my mouth. I felt the head of his cock hit the bruised tissue of my throat. It was a dull pain which I ignored. I gagged slightly but held on as I moved over his cock with my mouth and tongue. "Isn't she a beautiful cocksucker?" I heard Rodney ask. I knew he was talking to my dad. I couldn't stop sucking Rodney's cock even though I knew my dad was watching. My mouth was full and my heart was racing. I was still dressed from the wedding so I was really a sight. "Come on old man she is beautiful isn't she?" "Yes she is beautiful," my dad agreed quietly. "She is a beautiful cocksucker isn't she?" "Yes a beautiful cocksucker," he agreed "You like your cock sucked don't you?" "Yes," I heard my dad say. "Would you like to have her suck your cock." "No she's my daughter." "That would make it even better. She's my slut if I told her to, she would suck your cock till you came in her mouth. Would you like that?" His answer was a weak, "No." "You can see how much she loves it. She really wouldn't mind sucking you at all. Rodney pushed me back and asked, "You want to suck his cock don't you bitch?" I couldn't say it at first, then I felt him pinch my nipple hard. "Yes Daddy I want to suck his cock," I said it and suddenly I felt a gush of liquid between my legs. Just agreeing to do it made me super turned on. "Come here old man and give her your cock." It took a couple of minutes for him to get his cock out. I kept my eyes on Rodney. Then Rodney turned my head and there was my dad's cock right in front of me. It was much smaller than Rodney's cock. I kiss the head and sucked most of it into my mouth. I quickly realized that he didn't have Rodney's control. He began pumping my mouth immediately. I kept my mouth tight so that he had maximum sensations. Rodney moved around behind me and began to encouraged me by whispering in my ear. "You love cock don't you slut. You love any cock in your slutty mouth. You are going to cum sucking your dad's cock. I can feel it building in you." He was right. When he touched my breast and squeezed my nipples hard, I began to orgasm, My dad could feel it and he came within seconds. I kept sucking my dad's cock until he pulled it away. I had choked on his cum, just a little, but I got most of it down. "Aren't you proud of your whore daughter?" Rodney asked. "Yes I am," my dad answered. "I always knew she had it in her." "You should have been fucking her all along. You could tell how much she wanted it. If you had taught her how to do that, she would still be married." "You are probably right," my dad said in agreement. "Wanda get your dad hard again. His cock is smaller he should be the one to fuck your ass first." I didn't argue. I immediately took my father's cock in my mouth again and began to suck on it lovingly. I felt his cock swell and come alive in my mouth. It took several minutes but he soon had a raging erection. I was surprised that even at his age he managed to get it up again. I would have thought at 55 he could not have managed that. While I sucked my dad's cock, Rodney rubbed some kind of lubricant in my butt. "I knew I would be putting something in her ass tonight I just didn't know it would be her old man." Rodney laughed at the thought. When my father was very hard, Rodney moved me to my hands and knees. At the same time my father moved around behind me. The lubricant in my butt was cold at first but it had warmed up by the time my father guided his cock to my rectum. I silently begged him not to do it, then when I felt Rodney's cock on my lips I stopped thinking about my dad. That is until his cock penetrated my sphincter. The pain was so intense I tried to scream. I would have if Rodney's cock hadn't been in my throat. The pain in my rear was intense but the cock in my mouth was wonderful. "Rub your clit slut," Rodney demanded. I balanced myself as best I could and rubbed my clit till I burst into a giant orgasm. Just as I came Rodney forced his cock even deeper. I was in the wrong angle for him to get it all in but I felt a dull pain as he tried. The pain in my rear had eased as the lubricant worked its way deeper. There was still a burning sensation and a choking one in my throat but I was riding an orgasm that would not stop. It was amazing I continued to cum as they each worked toward their own orgasm. I was nothing more than a piece of meat to them at that moment and I didn't care. When they finally came and allowed me to come down I was a total wreck. I'm not sure which one but one of them lifted me onto the sofa and put a blanket over me. I didn't want to leave that sofa all day on Sunday, but I had no choice. I felt all day as if I needed to move my bowels. Of course nothing happened. I didn't even try to eat anything. I was a wreck but I also knew that I would do it again. It hurt so badly that I couldn't even use toilet paper on my anus, even though semen still seeped from it ... Every time I shifted on the sofa, it hurt. I was in constant pain from my sore throat to my sore ass but the pain kept me turned on all day. The pain forced me to remember how it happened. Even remembering who did it added to my arousal. I slept on that sofa again Sunday night. On Monday the pain in my throat had begun to respond to the over the counter medications. I sat on a pillow to worked on the images my dad and I had shot on Saturday night. My dad for all his faults is a terrific photographer. Fortunately his images needed almost no editing. Mine needed just a little more, but need it or not they got very little. I had the images posted online by the time Charlie got home from school. Charlie didn't really know why but he was thrilled to get pizza delivery for dinner. He was less thrilled when I refused to drive him to the school to view a basketball game. I knew instinctively that I was in no condition to drive. Fortunately for me I was in no mood for any kind of sex. Rodney must have known since he stayed away for the next few days. I needed the time to heal physically and emotionally. I was on the verge of calling my dad several times only to back down. I had no idea whether I would attack him or beg for forgiveness. I just didn't know who was at fault for what happened Saturday night. Even in my muddled state of mind, I was smart enough to know someone was to blame. It just wasn't right what I had done. Hell nothing that felt that good for a few minutes and then hurt for a week was the right thing to do. The pain lessened each day. By Wednesday when the make believe cock arrived, I was able to touch it without cringing. I put it away before Charlie arrived home from school. I did have a chill when I touched it for the first time. Yes as Rodney would have wanted, I flashed on his cock when I took it in my hand to put it away. It was much bigger than my father's. Dad's cock had wrecked my bottom, I couldn't even imagine the suffering Rodney's cock would inflict on me. Even that thought was a bit of a turn on since I remembered the feeling of cock in my ass and mouth at the same time. I remembered the taste and feel of cum in my mouth and the slippery feeling of my dad's cum in my ass at the same time. I almost fainted. so intense were them memories. Charlie was at a ballgame at school when Rodney next showed up at my door. He pushed me to my knees and put his cock to my lips. I kissed it first, then slipped it into my mouth. I sucked it hungrily. Even though my throat had hurt until the day before, I took his cock as deep as I could. Once his cock was rock hard he lifted me and spun me around. He bent me over, I was about to beg him not to fuck my ass when I felt his cock force its way into my pussy. Yes I had begun to think like Rodney wanted me to think. I felt his cock stretch me almost painfully but not quite. More of a burning sensation just beneath the thrill of his cock massaging my pussy completely. I was almost ready to cum when he pressed his thumb into my ass. When he did, I exploded in an orgasm that was satisfying without tearing me apart. A few strokes later he got very stiff and I felt the warmth inside me. It wasn't a burning sensation just a little difference in how I felt inside. It is hard to explain how I knew he came, but I did. After a moment to calm down, he pushed me away. "So slut, how have you been?" "I have been in pain. My throat and my ass hurt all week." "I thought that might be the case. Your dad was a little rough on that ass wasn't he?" "Yes he hurt me." "But you loved it didn't you?" "Yes I loved it." "Which Daddy do you love more?" "I love you more Daddy," I knew my lines. "Good, I'm going to give you another week to stretch that ass for me, then I'm going to take it no matter what, so you better get to work." Shorty after he said that he left. I considered myself lucky that Charlie hadn't walked in on us. Before I went to bed that night I found a hairbrush with a handle almost as thick as my dad's cock. I used it with a lot of hand lotion to slide in and out of my ass. It was just a little painful but also erotic since I could remember the feelings associated with my dad's cock in there before. I lay on my stomach As I worked the brush in and out. I had an urge to rub my clit while i did it. I opened my legs wide and reached around the hair brush. It was a stretch but I managed to massage my clit until I had an orgasm. It was a very soft, but still satisfying orgasm. After I removed the hairbrush, I realized that the bedroom door was open. I don't know if Charlie saw me or not, but he certainly could have. At that moment I didn't really care. I was becoming desensitized to anything about my body or its use. I didn't plan to force it, but I also didn't care any more what people thought. I drifted off to sleep with the realization that I had become the whore Rodney thought I was. I slept fitfully that night. I went shopping the next day. I looked for things I could use to stretch my rectum. I found some bottles of lotion and even a deodorant bottle shaped correctly. The deodorant bottle was almost as thick as Rodney's cock. I thought it might do as the last one before he fucked my ass. Rodney came over after lunch two days later. He had me on my knees and his cock in my mouth when he asked, "Are you working that ass for me?" I nodded. "Good, show me." I releases his cock, then went to my bedroom. I found the smallest bottle coated it with lotion, then inserted it into my rectum. I worked it in and out. "Clit," he demanded. I rubbed my clit until I came. I felt hot cum hit my butt and knew that Rodney had masturbated on me. He turned and walked out of the house again. All he wanted from me was to get off, but I had known that from the start. Well I had at least sorta known that. It had started with me looking for love, but had progressed to me needing to be fucked no matter what the rules. I worked the larger bottle into my ass and fucked myself with it. After a few strokes it began to hurt so I quickly made myself orgasm and stopped. I didn't mind a little pain but I was afraid to do real damage back there. Still I knew Rodney was going to fuck me there soon and I wanted to be ready so he wouldn't tear me as my dad had done. I used the fake cock to fuck my pussy often. Even at times when I didn't cum I enjoyed having it in me. I just loved the feel of cock in me. I have never been obsessed with it before but something had changed and I loved it. I felt dirty and slutty but I didn't care. Every night before I went to sleep, I used the large bottle to fuck my ass. If Rodney didn't do it for real soon, I would be using the fake Rodney cock in my ass. I had learned to love cuming with my ass filled. I still had the urge to use the bathroom after, but I could distinguish the real thing from the false alarm by that time. After Charlie left for school on Friday, I masturbated standing up with the bottle in my ass. I came so hard that I pushed the bottle from my ass. It was a wonderful orgasm hot and throbbing. I began work that day in a much better mood than I had in a long time. Something had changed but I wasn't sure what it was. "William's Photo service," I said into the phone. "Get your ass over here now," Rodney's voice came through the phone, "Yes Daddy," I replied. I hung up the phone and immediately drove to his house, "Layla, how are you?" I asked. "I'm fine Wanda. I haven't seen you lately." "Did you really want to." By that time I was pretty sure Layla wasn't really into me. She was just willing to look away. "Good point." was her only reply. "You know the way to the playroom." With that she went a different direction. When I arrived in the playroom, Rodney said, "Take off your clothes and lubricate that ass for me." I quickly removed my clothes and used the tube of KY Jelly he handed me. I filled my rectum with it. I knew that it was the only way to prevent tearing. First he put the tip of his cock against my cold slippery hole, then he pushed in. I felt the pain of his entry. I was thankful that i had stretched my sphincter since it still hurt. It surely would have torn if I hadn't conditioned it. He pushed his cock up my backside slowly and steady. It was a feeling like no other. I hated it and I thrilled at it all at once. His massive cock back there made me feel like a terrible slut, but I also reveled in the feeling. Out of nowhere he produced a blind fold. "Put that on," he demanded. I couldn't refuse him anything. I adjusted the piece of cloth so that I could see nothing. "I know how you loved a cock in your mouth while taking your dad's cock up your ass so open wide." I did as he directed and felt a warm cock enter my mouth, I began to nurse on it as I felt Rodney's cock move in and out ever so slowly. He was much gentler than my own father had been, It was absolutely thrilling. I didn't need to play with my clit I was well on the way to an orgasm. Rodney could feel my rising orgasm as well. I was at the very edge of it when he ripped off the blindfold. I looked up into th eyes of my son's friend Darren. Darren was also Rodney's son. I felt betrayed but I also burst into an orgasmic moan they probably heard a block away. I couldn't seem to stop shaking. I was almost under control when Darren shot his load into my mouth. I swallowed it without even a thought. I could see the almost painful look on his face as he came. Once he finished emptying in my mouth, he staggered back. It was a several more minutes before I felt Rodney drive one last stroke then stay perfectly still while his cock emptied hot cum in my ass. I was beyond helpless. I was a total wreck. "God that bitch can suck a cock," Darren said to his dad. "Yes she can and she will suck yours anytime you want." "Does Charlie know his mom is a nigger cocksucker?" Darren asked. "Probably, not much gets past a teen aged boy," Rodney replied. I wanted to scream but I couldn't find my voice. I just collapsed onto the floor, "I wonder if Charlie is fucking her?" Darren said. "Hey Mrs. Williams are you fucking Charlie?" I shook my head, I didn't trust myself to answer. "Charlie sure as hell is gonna know I came in his worthless ma's mouth. I he is also going to know my dad came in your ass." "No please," I managed to choke out. "No way bitch this is too classic to pass up, That asshole son of yours needs to know what his whore mom is up to. Besides you are my dad's whore nothin' you can do about it." With that he took two steps to stand over me. He reached down then wrapped his hands in my hair. He pulled on it forcing me to struggle to my feed. He pushed me to the sofa, I fell back on it. He positioned my limp body so that my head hung over the arm of the sofa. "This is a trick my Dad showed me," he said as he forced my mouth open. I was bent uncomfortably over the arm of the sofa. My head was in a very awkward position. I had no idea what he was trying to do until his cock entered my mouth. I felt it move to the back of my throat. I tried to close my mouth around it but it was uncomfortable. I felt his cock begin to push into the back of my throat and then beyond. I choked but couldn't gag. I also could not breath as he pushed his cock deeper into my throat. Before I completely grasped what he was doing his cock was down my throat. I was about to faint from lack of oxygen, when Rodney began coaching his son. "Pull back so the bitch can breath." When I felt my airway open, I gasped for air. Before I knew it, I was again filled with his cock. I tried to relax and fight back the panic but it was a useless attempt. I was sure he was going to suffocate me. I knew then what choking victims felt in their last minutes on earth. Just as I was ready to give up, he pulled back at his father's insistence. I gasped for air again. Within seconds his cock was back down my throat. Since he had cum earlier it took him longer so the scene replayed over and over. I finally relaxed enough for the fear of death to pass. I wasn't enjoying it but it was a bearable torture. Suddenly I felt fingers on my clit. I knew Rodney was trying to have me orgasm with his sons cock choking me. I fought against it but it was useless, I came even before Darren stiffened and shot his semen directly into my stomach. "Wanda, Wanda, wake up. You are having a nightmare," The voice belonged to my husband Jacob. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2010-10-26 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------