Obsession Redux by Amanda Pierce (Interracial, Transsexual, D/s,
Incest-family, Snuff)

INTRODUCTION

The following story is an erotic fantasy. Erotic to titillate you 
sexually for temporal, harmless enjoyment and entertainment; but it is 
also fantasy, illusions created in the mind for our own private 
amusement. The world of fantasy and the real world are, and should be, 
two separate worlds altogether. In fantasy, we can create people, 
places and events which simply do not belong to, and are not 
appropriate for, the real world. In the real world, we should all 
strive for the basic human values which reality dictates: love, truth, 
dignity, responsibility, compassion, fairness and respect. These are 
the qualities by which we should strive to live. Enjoy fantasy by all 
means, but never confuse it with reality.


This story is a sequel to "Obsession" also listed on this site. I 
recommend that it be read first to provide the necessary background to 
fully enjoy this story, however, below is a short synopsis of the 
original story:

SYNOPSIS OF "OBSESSION"

Lynn Downing is a thirty-nine year old, black housewife who longs for 
excitement and adventure, especially of an erotic nature. She is 
seduced by Peter Dannon, a white man who unleashes in her an obsessive 
fantasy to be raped by whites. He arranges for her to live out her 
fantasies that quickly grow extreme and even bizarre. Peter tricks Lynn 
into making love to her own son, Paul, but even after she discovers his 
identity, her erotic desires are not to be denied and she falls into an 
incestuous relationship with him. Peter introduces her to his wife who 
he intends to divorce, Denise, a hermaphrodite who befriends Lynn and 
secretly falls in love with her. Lynn finally realizes she must choose 
who and what she wants. Her husband asks her to return to him, Peter 
invites her to become his mistress and sail away to South America and 
Paul, her son, begs her to move away with him so they can be married. 
Lynn agonizes before making her choice known to the one person who can 
provide both the love and the eroticism she needs. "Obsession" ends 
with her lover imploring, "Marry me Lynn," and the beautiful black 
woman replying, "Yes, Denise, I'll marry you," as she spreads her legs 
and her vagina is filled with cock.


OBSESSION REDUX

CHAPTER ONE

Lynn's body writhed in ecstasy as she orgasmed for the ninth time. 
Denise could not only anticipate each of Lynn's orgasms from the sudden 
tightening and then relaxing of the Black woman's vagina, but also from 
the feel of her nipples as they turned to granite just before her body 
convulsed, her eyes rolling back and her eyelids fluttering 
uncontrollably. Perhaps most of all, Denise enjoyed listening to Lynn 
reach her pinnacle of pleasure. Her rapid breathing would become slight 
grunts as she drove herself upward to take Denise's entire rod into 
her. Her voice would become frantic as she implored her White lover to 
ravish her, rape her, punish her. The grunts would become whines as if 
she were a dog whimpering for mercy and the whines would segue into a 
scream of unbridled release as the sensation swept over her body and 
she lost all control.

Denise smiled as her lover beneath her closed her eyes in rapture.

"Denise, I never thought it could be this good."

"Lynn, you've come nine times, I've come five and this is without 
Viagra. I'm still hard for you," she said, slipping back into the warm 
and waiting nest.

The White woman knew her penis was only of average length and breadth, 
but possessing both the psyche and vagina of a female in addition to 
her male organ, Denise had a unique opportunity to know, first hand, 
what Lynn, or any woman for that matter, wanted and needed. She 
penetrated her lover at an angle that would provide the most 
stimulation. Her tempo, slow at first, gradually building in depth of 
penetration and speed as she sensed Lynn's body begin to react. Her 
mouth covered Lynn's and her tongue overpowered her lover's. Lynn 
surrendered and Denise's tongue sought to explore completely the mouth 
of this woman who would be hers. Her hand roamed slowly but 
aggressively to grasp, pinch and move on as she worked her lover into a 
fever pitch.

The White hermaphrodite had felt her lover 's total surrender since she 
had first entered her. She loved this woman intensely, was determined 
to make her truly happy, yet she knew that Lynn was not looking for a 
marriage, a relationship based on an equal sharing of power. Lynn 
wanted, no needed, to be dominated. She could never be happy until she 
belonged to Denise -- in every sense of the word. Denise could not have 
been more pleased. As the dominant, she could give Lynn everything Lynn 
wanted without her Black lover experiencing guilt. Denise would simply 
command and Lynn would obey. Lynn would have her loving dominatrix and 
Denise would have her obedient slave.

Denise found Lynn's nipple and began nipping at it erotically as she 
heard the dark beauty begin a series of whines, each punctuated by 
their bodies slamming together as Lynn's body thrust upward to take 
Denise's downward thrust to the hilt. The white woman knew what her 
lover wanted to hear.

"You're tight for a black woman."

She felt the intensity quicken in Lynn. She knew that a great deal of 
Lynn's obsession centered on race. Lynn had harbored intense sexual 
urges for years but only recently did she discover that her obsession 
was not simply erotic in origin, but racial as well. Deep within her 
psyche, Lynn wanted to be dominated, but just as important was the need 
for her master to be White.

"You belong to me now Lynn."

"Yes, I want more than anything to be yours."

"Understand Lynn, you must surrender not only your heart, but your mind 
and body as well. You will not only become my wife, you will also 
become my possession," whispered Denise in the ear of her Black lover 
as their thrusts gained in intensity.

"You... you want me to become your... your slave?" asked Lynn, not in 
indignation, but in eager anticipation.

"Yes Lynn. I will be both your husband and mistress. I will love you as 
you have never been loved before. I will care for you, provide for you, 
a home and every material need... and I will see that you never want 
for attention, either emotional or sexual," she said as she drove her 
phallus even farther into her willing conquest.

"It's everything I've ever wanted," uttered Lynn, "and for all that, 
you are asking that I give myself to you, that you will... own me?"

"Yes Lynn, you will obey me at all times, absolutely and 
unquestioningly."

"Will you whip me?"

"Only when you have truly disappointed me. I love you Lynn. I want to 
see you happy, but we both know you will only be happy when you are 
dominated by someone White, someone strong and someone who truly cares 
for and about you."

"You'll command me to give my body to others?"

"Only in such a way that you will ultimately enjoy it as well. Your 
fantasy is to raped, remember?"

Lynn shivered from both the physical stimulation of Denise's well-
calculated thrusts and the erotic imagery in her mind as she imagined 
any number of sexual possibilities.

"You'd do all that for me?" she asked.

"Of course; that and more. I love you Lynn. I want your every fantasy 
realized. I want you truly happy. I want you as my adoring slave. All 
you need do is give yourself to me," Denise whispered again as her 
thrusts took on an urgency that Lynn could not resist. The black woman 
was nearing both hysteria and climax.

"God, yes, yes. YES!" screamed Lynn as the orgasm swept over her and 
she felt her mistress's sperm fill her womb.


CHAPTER TWO

Some two hours later, after both had experienced innumerable additional 
orgasms, they lay naked, exhausted in each other's arms.

"Denise?"

"Yes, darling."

"I... I want more than anything to make you happy. I'm not sure I know 
how."

Denise smiled and kissed Lynn tenderly.

"Marry me, become my wife and willing slave. Give yourself to me 
completely. I ask nothing more and there is nothing which could give me 
as much pleasure as being your mistress as well as your husband."

"From this very moment I belong to you... completely!" cried Lynn.

"Do not consider this decision lightly, Lynn. Your life will be 
inextricably woven with mine. You will serve my desires, some of which 
are highly unusual, erotic. You may even consider them bizarre."

"I will do anything you want, Denise, ANYTHING, as long as it pleases 
you."

"Anything, Lynn?"

"Anything."

"That commitment will be put to the test... and often."

"I won't fail you, I promise."

"If you do there will be discipline."

"I... I understand."

"And you accept that?"

"I will accept whatever you give me. I want your love, but if I 
disappoint you I would want to be punished."

"You will make a wonderful slave, Lynn."

"Have you had others?"

"Slaves? No, but I have known many mistresses. I have seen how they 
treat their slaves. Some are loving, others are vicious and rule by 
pain and fear. I do not want that Lynn. I want you to submit because 
you love me, not because you fear me."

"I love you more at this moment than I have ever loved anyone. I'm 
yours, Denise."

"Forever?"

"Forever!"

The hermaphrodite pulled her slave to her, Lynn resting her head on her 
mistress's shoulder.

"Then it's about time we made some plans."

"What kind of plans?"

"Why marriage plans of course, but first, there is the matter of a 
couple of divorces."

"I've told Gary I want to spend my life with you. He thinks I'm 
suddenly a lesbian."

Denise smiled.

"A switch hitter is more like it. I watched you screw more than a 
hundred men and women at that party, remember?"

Lynn was momentarily flustered, even embarrassed.

"I guess I'm just a slut... Ouch!"

Denise had pinched Lynn's nipple painfully.

"No one but me calls my slave a slut."

"Sorry... you really are my protector, aren't you."

"I intend to protect what belongs to me, Lynn. I may do or say to you 
what I will, but no one else will without my permission."

"I think I'm going to like being your slave."

"That's the whole idea, my little Black whore," said the blonde as her 
mouth covered Lynn's and the Black woman opened her lips to accept the 
lovely warm invasion of her mistress's tongue.

Lynn's hand found the lance and began stroking it to full erection once 
again.

"Not right now," stated Denise as she rolled on top of her lover/slave. 
"Right now I want a different type of pleasure."

"I wish my body was like yours," said Lynn, scooting down so her 
mistress could straddle her head.

"Why so?"

"So I could bury a cock in your beautiful pussy and give you the same 
kind of pleasure you've been giving me for the past four hours."

"Your pussy is delightfully tight for a thirty-nine year old, Lynn and 
I love the way your body reacts to pleasure. You have given great 
pleasure to my manhood. Now it is time to give great pleasure to my 
womanhood."

Lynn kissed the labial lips delicately as Denise settled her nest onto 
her lover's mouth. Lynn's tongue found the small mound of pleasure in 
her mistress and tongue and clit played hide and seek as Denise felt 
her passion rise. Her breathing became heavy and she began thrusting 
slightly to take the warm wet appendage even deeper. Denise smiled 
inwardly as, anticipating her mistress' need, Lynn increased the 
stimulation by flitting her tongue ever more rapidly over the engorged 
clitoris.

"Yes, stick your Black tongue in me farther... that's it, yes!"

Denise was quickly approaching climax. She leaned back slightly, 
reaching to finger her Black lover as she received her own pleasure.

"Spread you legs, you Black bitch!" commanded Denise. The hermaphrodite 
harbored no racial prejudice but knowing how the racial epithet would 
excite her lover, she continued.

"Now hump your Black pussy on these White fingers!"

Lynn had become excited at the moment she first kissed the nest of her 
mistress, but when she heard the phrases used by Denise, she was 
instantly wet and took the fingers eagerly.

"Deeper, Nigger, deeper!" screamed Denise and Lynn responded with 
tongue and nest, now humping the fingers uncontrollably.

"Now drink it, you Black bitch," commanded Denise as the women orgasmed 
simultaneously, Lynn sucking every drop from her lover's nest.

When they again lay in each other's arms, Lynn asked softly, "Why am I 
like that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why do I love to be degraded, racially and sexually?"

"A lot of women find filthy language a turn on. Perhaps because it's so 
different from what they're accustomed to. Sex is naughty and so is 
filthy language. You said your son, Paul, once seduced a White 
cheerleader. Perhaps your need to be dominated somehow melded with your 
desire for an incestuous relationship and you subconsciously see race 
as a means of attracting men, a sexual lure. Of course I could be 
totally wrong, maybe you're just a dirty old woman!"

They both laughed.

"Where will we live?" asked Lynn

"Thanks to Peter's generosity, I now have three hundred acres and a 
huge house on a small Caribbean island as well as a bank account 
approaching seven figures and a very comfortable investment portfolio. 
That will be our home, but I want us to travel, Lynn. I want you to see 
the world you've always yearned to experience."

"I can hardly wait."

"You won't have to long. I'll book us on a special charter flight 
tomorrow. We'll be home by tomorrow night."

"I... I just can't believe it. It's all so wonderful. I think my head 
is spinning that things are happening so fast."

"Why wait? You said Gary is not going to contest your divorce and Peter 
and I have already filed. You can file tomorrow before we leave. In a 
few short weeks we can be married."

"I love you Denise. I'm just worried that you are the one bringing 
everything to our marriage -- an estate, a house, money..."

"We are both bringing love, each to the other. The rest isn't 
important, darling," said the twenty-five year old blonde as her arms 
went around the thirty-nine year old.

"You know I'm almost old enough to be your mother," whispered Lynn.

"What's most important is that you're old enough to tighten that 
beautiful Black pussy around my White cock," responded Denise slipping 
her erection into the steamy dripping vagina of her lover.

"Fuck me Denise! Fuck your slave!" begged Lynn, her legs opening wider.

"That's it! Spread em' bitch! Your mistress wants in your cunt!"

Lynn was instantly beside herself with wanton desire. She writhed to 
give herself to her lover/mistress. She squeezed the muscles in her 
vagina with all her might to afford Denise pleasure as both sets of 
nipples turned hard with erotic longing. Even when her husband had 
taken Viagra, he had not recovered as quickly as the beautiful stud who 
rode her now.

Lynn had not yet stopped taking the pill, but as she and her husband-
to-be reached simultaneous orgasm, it didn't matter. She screamed, 
"Give me your baby! Please Denise, I want to have your baby!"

"Yes, darling, YES!" breathed Denise as she filled Lynn's womb with 
sperm.

Again they lay in each other's arms catching their breath.

"And now I have arrangements to make," said Denise rising reluctantly 
and going to the phone. "Room service? Yes, I'd like a bottle of your 
finest Champagne sent to room 304."

She smiled. "To celebrate and while we are waiting you'd better get 
into something appropriate."

"Appropriate? Appropriate for what?" asked Lynn.

"When room service gets here, I want you to seduce whoever delivers 
that Champagne."

Lynn's mouth dropped open. "You... you want me to...?"

"That's right, I want you to give him a fuck he'll never forget... or 
her."

"But... but..."

"Lynn, you either belong to me or you don't. Now do as I say!"

The Black woman slowly arose from the bed and went to her overnight 
bag. She withdrew a sheer frilly negligee which hid nothing, a pair of 
crotchless panties and a pair of fishnet stockings which she had 
purchased just for tonight, but which she hadn't even had the chance to 
put on as she and Denise were in each other's arms the moment the hotel 
door had closed behind them.

"I like to watch you Lynn. I adore seeing you naked, having your nest 
and rear violated. I'll be watching from the bathroom."

Lynn was stunned, a bit frightened... and excited. She realized Denise 
was testing her, seeing if she really had the courage to do the 
"anything" she had promised. She slid on the negligee and stockings, 
brushed her hair and waited as Denise made another phone call to 
arrange their travel plans for tomorrow.

There was a slight knock at the door.

"Room service," came the soft male announcement.

"Just a moment," replied Lynn checking herself in the mirror as Denise 
went into the bathroom and closed the door except for a small crack.

She opened the door to a young scraggly-haired White man who couldn't 
have been more than twenty, probably a college student working nights 
to pay expenses. He was boyishly handsome and Lynn was inwardly amused 
to see his eyes suddenly widen when he saw her and what she almost had 
on.

"Come in...?"

"Uh, James... er Jim... uh Jimmy," he stammered.

"Come in Jimmy," she repeated, "I've been wanting to meet you since I 
saw you in the lobby."

"Really? I... I, uh, I saw you come in with your friend."

"Oh she's gone out to meet someone, won't be back for at least an hour 
or two. Since she's meeting someone tonight and they are no doubt going 
to have all kinds of fun,

I thought you and I might get better acquainted."

Lynn was embarrassed for herself and the boy who was obviously very 
uncomfortable, but who couldn't take his eyes off this Black goddess 
whose breasts shown clearly through the material and whose labial lips 
pouted from the slit in the panties.

"I... should be going..." he stammered, setting the tray on table.

Lynn moved between him and the door.

"I thought you might want something too," she said, backing him to a 
chair that he fell back into.

Lynn sidled across the room, put one leg up on the bed and began slowly 
and seductively rolling the stocking down and off.

"Look, lady... I..."

"My name's Lynn," she said, as the other stocking began its downward 
journey.

"Look Lynn, you're a beautiful woman..."

"Why thank you Jimmy. Do you like my body?" she said pulling open the 
negligee and beginning to work the panties down and off.

"I was about to say that you're a beautiful woman, but I'm engaged."

"Really?" said Lynn walking over to him and dropping the panties in his 
lap, "Funny, so am I."

Denise had to stifle a giggle.

Lynn stood over the boy totally exposed now that the stockings and 
panties were gone and the negligee open. She saw he was aroused, yet 
reluctant, almost frightened.

"Like what you see Jimmy?"

"Yes, but..."

"Ever had a piece of Black pussy before?"

"No... I've never..."

"Never had any at all?" asked Lynn.

"Look, my fiancee and I took oaths of chastity until we are married."

"You're both virgins?"

"Yes."

"Well let me show you what you're missing, Jimmy," said Lynn as she 
reached down and pulled off his shoes and socks.

"I can't do this..." he pleaded as she pulled him from the chair and 
loosened his belt.

"Please don't..." he intoned but he offered no resistance as she took 
off his shirt and slid his pants to the floor.

"So you both have promised to stay a virgin, eh?" she asked

"Yes..."

"Well lucky for you you're a guy," she said, her hand drifting to his 
penis, now rock hard and straining against his briefs.

"Wha... what do you mean," he asked breathlessly.

"A woman can't hide it when she loses her virginity. But you, Jimmy, 
you can just fuck me all night and your girlfriend will never know."

"But... I..."

She saw his resistance wilting. His erection was throbbing and even 
though his hands stayed at his side, he offered no resistance when she 
looked him in the eye as she slid the briefs from his lean body.

"Come on Jimmy, fuck me," she whispered in his ear.

"I can't. I shouldn't."

"Oh you CAN fuck me Jimmy," she said grabbing his lance and feeling it 
quiver in her hand.

"No, please, I promised," he begged as she dropped the negligee from 
her shoulders and they stood naked.

She backed against the wall, pulling him close.

"Man enough to fuck me standing up Jimmy?"

"I... I..."

"She suddenly leaped, her legs surrounding his waist, her ankles 
locking behind his back.

"What's it going to be, Jimmy?" she said, her labial lips brushing 
against the tip of his penis. She saw him visibly shiver, his resolve 
melting.

"Come on Jimmy, sink it in me. You'll never have a chance like this 
again!"

He looked down to see his penis jerking in anticipation as it nudged 
against her soft, burning flesh.

Lynn was feeling a bit of remorse, finding out the circumstances in 
which she was seducing the boy, yet knowing she could not disappoint 
her mistress in the next room, she knew she had him, that she must take 
him and it must be now.

"Fuck me Jimmy! Fuck me!" she screamed as her mouth closed on his. She 
forced open his lips and her tongue found him no longer hesitant, but 
feverishly ready. A single massive thrust and he buried himself in her 
wet dark recess. She grunted as he began humping her, the cheeks of her 
rear met the wall and his next thrust sent him completely within her.

"Yes Jimmy, YES! Fuck me!" she screamed as his thrusts became so urgent 
and violent that both of them marveled as to where he had summoned the 
strength.

"Oh God, Lynn. I... I'm..."

"Yes, Jimmy, shoot it in me. Fill me full!"

Her orgasm followed his by only a split second for when she felt his 
seed erupt in her, Lynn was helpless to avoid the onrushing release.

They slid slowly down the wall, the boy still buried in her as his legs 
gave out from under him. Both took several gulps of air before they 
could catch their breaths.

"See what you've been missing, Jimmy," smiled Lynn as she led him to 
the bed and pushed him onto his back. Before he could react she was 
between his legs, her mouth sucking his erection back to life.

"Oh my God Lynn, I'm going to..."

She felt the warm seed fill her mouth. She swallowed continuously until 
there was no more and still she sucked him. He was not as quick as 
Denise to recover, but still his recuperative powers were those of a 
young man and it wasn't long before he was throbbing and ready to enter 
this vixen again.

Lynn went to all fours, her head on the covers.

"Fuck me like a dog, Jimmy. Screw your Black whore. Come on, get it 
in!"

He was on her instantly, burying himself in her wetness. As his 
intensity increased, Lynn had one more card to play.

"Fuck me in the ass, Jimmy. I'm even tighter there. You know you want 
it!"

Luckily for Lynn her vagina was dripping and so the boy's penis was 
afforded some lubrication as, in his inexperience, he drove himself 
completely within her in one massive, urgent thrust. Lynn screamed, 
even so, with the pain, but as he was about to withdraw, afraid he had 
injured her, she began thrusting backward to take him fully and he was 
soon pistoning his lance in and out of her tight and very satisfying 
anus.

"Come on Jimmy," she implored, "fuck my ass. Fill it up with cum!"

In only moments she felt the eruption within her bowels, as Lynn 
experienced a spontaneous orgasm of her own.

He lay on top of her for a few moments before withdrawing and falling 
onto the bed exhausted.

Lynn got out of bed and pulled the negligee about her. It was then that 
she noticed his face buried in the covers.

"Jimmy?"

His face was flushed as he looked into her eyes, a tear hung at the 
corner of his eye.

"How can I ever look her in the eye? How am I going to tell her what 
I've done?"

Lynn could have walked away, dismissed him, but she felt she owed this 
boy something.

"You aren't."

"What?"

"If you tell her, it will only create distrust, perhaps destroy your 
relationship. All right, you're human. So am I. We both had a weak 
moment here."

He started to say something, was cut off by Lynn.

"Do you still love her?"

"Of course, more than anything."

"Then don't hurt her and make her distrust you."

He began dressing.

"But...

"Trust me, Jimmy. I'm talking to you as a woman. Any woman would rather 
not know, because, if you tell her, and even if she forgives you, there 
will always be a nagging doubt in the back of her mind, a doubt which 
can grow and become a cancer on your marriage, a cancer which can drive 
you apart."

Dressed now, he looked at the woman who had just taken his virginity.

"Was I...?"

"You were great Jimmy. You're going to make a great husband and a hell 
of a lover."

He started to leave.

"Jimmy?"

He turned back to her.

"I'm not a virgin Jimmy, she is. Be tender. Be gentle. Love her with 
all your heart.

He started to turn.

"And Jimmy!"

He caught her eye a final time.

"Then fuck her for all she's worth. She'll love you for it."

He smiled.

"Thanks," he said and quietly and let himself out.

"No wonder I'm so much in love with you," said Denise as she entered 
and wrapped her arms around her wife-to-be, "that was beautiful."

"Thank you," smiled Lynn.

"And what you said to the boy wasn't bad either," they both laughed and 
fell onto the bed as Denise ripped the negligee from Lynn's eager body.


CHAPTER THREE

They were almost late getting to the airport the next morning as 
neither could keep her hands off the other and they found themselves 
falling back into bed twice after they had dressed and were ready to 
leave.

"Are you wearing panties and a bra?" asked Denise as the cab wove its 
way toward the airport, the driver's ears perking up immediately.

"Yes, the blue matched set you said you liked."

"I want you to take them off and give them to me."

Lynn looked into the cabbie's rear view mirror. She had seen his eyes 
glance up several times already, enjoying the view of the two beautiful 
women in the rear seat. His eyes now were wide with astonishment.

Denise leaned over to whisper in Lynn's ear... "And I want you to give 
the cab driver an interesting show."

Lynn smiled as she slowly unbuttoned and removed her blouse. The eyes 
of the driver were now spending more time on the rear view mirror than 
the street. Lynn made sure she positioned herself where he could see 
her clearly, reached back and unclasped her bra, handed it to her lover 
and then cupped her ample breasts in her hands.

"That better?" she asked Denise.

"Much better darling. Now the panties."

Lynn unbuttoned the skirt and slid it off. She noticed the pair of eyes 
glued to her body as she seductively slid down the sheer panties and 
handed them to Denise. Lynn was now naked except for the stockings and 
high heels that accentuated her beautiful legs and trim ankles. Again 
repositioning herself, she caught the driver's eye in the mirror and 
smiled demurely as she opened her legs to show him her womanhood.

A horn brought the driver's attention sharply back to the street as the 
light had turned green while he was enjoying the entertainment taking 
place in the rear seat of his cab.

Ignoring the occasional stare from a pedestrian who happened to glance 
into the cab and see a naked woman, Lynn began pursing her lips as she 
pinched her nipples, bringing them to stiff arousal.

"Now, isn't that better?" asked Denise smiling as she glanced over the 
seat to see the driver's hand rubbing his crotch as his eyes remained 
riveted on Lynn.

"Much better," cooed Lynn. "There 's just one other thing and I'd feel 
wonderful."

"Oh, you mean this!" smiled Denise reaching between Lynn's legs and 
inserting two fingers in the Black woman's already soaked vagina.

"Oh, Yes, Oh YES!" moaned Lynn as Denise began masturbating her lover.

The cabbie narrowly averted a head on collision when the cab drifted 
into the opposing lane as his eyes could hardly tear themselves away 
from the two women.

"Deeper! Please, DEEPER," implored Lynn as Denise's fingers worked 
their magic and the cab weaved precariously in traffic.

"Oh God, I'm going to come!" cried Lynn, her eyes rolling back and her 
body convulsing.

"That's it my pet, let it flow!" urged Denise as her fingers increased 
their tempo and the helpless slave did exactly as she was bidden, her 
whining grunts of ecstasy filling the cab.

"Nice, darling, very nice!" complimented Denise as Lynn began to catch 
her breath and regain control. "You may dress now, but I'll keep the 
bra and panties. I may want to bring you off again."

The driver was nearly frantic. The cab almost flew the rest of the way 
to the airport where the cabbie made sure their bags were in the charge 
of a sky cap before Denise paid him the fare. She also laid a twenty-
dollar bill in his hand as a tip.

"Oh, no, thanks anyway," he smiled, "I feel like I should be paying 
you."

"Too bad we are leaving in the next few minutes," said Denise smiling 
coyly, "I'm sure Lynn here would like to go to your place and give you 
a tip you won't forget."

"Honey, there's nothing I would like better," he said smiling broadly, 
"but somehow I don't think my wife would quite understand."

"Too bad, she really is quite remarkable in bed," opined Denise.

"Of that I have no doubt," he replied.

"Are you sure you won't take the twenty?" asked Denise, offering it 
again.

"Thanks, but absolutely not," responded the cabbie. "That twenty would 
be gone in no time, but what you two ladies gave me on the way over 
here will last me a long, long time."

"Why, thank you," said Lynn.

"No, thank you," he replied as he got back into the cab.

He smiled, as did they, then pulled into traffic.

"You surely made his day," laughed Denise.

"We made his day," responded Lynn taking Denise's arm, "and you, my 
lovely mistress, are about to make my life."

They walked arm and arm into the terminal.


CHAPTER FOUR

"I guess I'm a bit nervous," admitted Lynn as they settled into their 
seats on the chartered jetliner, "I've never flown before. I guess I've 
lived a pretty sheltered life."

Denise took Lynn's hand.

"All that is behind you now. Just enjoy it. Flying is wonderful. I 
chartered this jet for two reasons. First, was to get us to our new 
home as quickly as possible. Airline schedules are so frustrating and 
they're never on time, but I also wanted to invite a few friends to the 
island for the wedding. I hope you don't mind."

"A few?" laughed Lynn. The plane had a capacity of over eighty and 
every seat was taken. I don't think I've ever even met this many 
people, let alone be able to call them friends."

"Darling, all that is about to change. Your life is going to become 
exciting... and filled with love," smiled Denise, "but if this many 
people make you nervous..."

"No, no, please. If they're your friends, then I want to meet them, I 
want them at our wedding."

The engines wound up and the plane began to taxi. An attractive 
redheaded flight attendant welcomed them and ran through emergency 
procedures. Lynn gripped Denise's hand tightly as the pilot received 
clearance, the engines were run to full power and the plane began its 
takeoff roll.

"I'm right here Lynn," Denise whispered, reaching across to kiss the 
Black woman lightly and reassuringly on the lips.

"Denise, I'm such a coward," Lynn whispered in return as she saw the 
runway rolling past in a blur. She gasped slightly as the plane lifted 
off and began climbing out.

"From this moment on, your only fear will be that you have on too many 
clothes when I walk in the door," smiled Lynn's mistress.

Lynn smiled in return and visibly relaxed as the plane reached cruising 
altitude. The pilot came on the intercom giving their altitude and 
speed and their flying time as two and one half-hours.

Denise introduced Lynn to a few of the people seated close to them. 
They all seemed so blase about flying off to a Caribbean island that 
Lynn felt her inadequacies beginning to surface, but her lover 
continued to hold her hand and whisper reassurances and the people were 
very warm and friendly, so Lynn, determined not to disappoint her 
fiancee, warmed to the introductions and after a while, began to 
actually enjoy herself.

They were served drinks by the curvaceous flight attendant whose green 
eyes caught those of Lynn more than once.

"She likes what she sees," whispered Denise, noticing the exchange of 
looks, "do you?"

"I..." Lynn was embarrassed, felt awkward that she was being ogled by 
another woman in front of her fiancee.

"It's all right," smiled Denise, "you don't need to feel uncomfortable. 
From now on, there will be lots of women and men who will want in your 
pants. I'm not jealous, Lynn, but I do demand that you be honest with 
me. If you want in her pants as well, all you need do is admit it to 
yourself and ask my permission. Most of the time I will give you 
permission to take all the pleasure you want. I want you happy."

"You're who I want to go to bed with." asserted Lynn.

"Of course, but pleasure is to be found in many places and with many 
people. Many people will sample that gorgeous body of yours... and mine 
when I desire, but our love is what will bring us back to each other 
time after time."

"Forever?" asked Lynn.

"Forever, darling," replied the blonde mistress who started to again 
lean over and kiss her lover when a puzzled look swept over her.

"What is it?" asked Lynn.

"Oh, it's just... you see that fellow walking toward the front of the 
plane?"

"What about him?"

"I don't know him or the three men in the last row of seats."

"But I thought you said these were all your friends."

"They are, or at least everyone else is."

"Stowaways?" asked Lynn facetiously.

Denise smiled. "Probably friends of some friends. Oh well, the more the 
merrier."

They watched as the man knocked on the cockpit door. The door opened 
and Lynn and Denise saw the sudden glint of gunmetal as the man forced 
his way into the cockpit.

"My God, Denise, did you see th..."

Denise turned quickly to see the three other men walk swiftly to take 
up positions throughout the passenger compartment. The two women looked 
at each other in disbelief as guns appeared in the hands of the men and 
the flight attendant who had earlier flirted with Lynn. There were some 
shrieks from some of the women on board. The man standing at the front 
of the aircraft spoke in a calm, but powerful voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my friends and I have taken control of this 
airplane. Do as we say and none of you will be harmed, but rest assured 
we will not hesitate to kill you if you resist. Our intent is to demand 
a great deal of money for your safe arrival. As soon as the money has 
been arranged, we will proceed to your original destination, claim our 
prize and be on our way. I repeat, remain in your seats, do as you are 
told and no one will be harmed."

Three women began crying but were silenced by one of the gunmen as he 
stood over them brandishing his weapon.

"My God Denise," breathed Lynn, "what do we do?"

"Do as we're told, at least for the moment." whispered her companion.

In a few moments the cockpit door opened and the first man stepped out, 
briefly whispered in the ear of the man at the front of the plane and 
then disappeared into the cockpit again.

"It seems the authorities do not believe we are serious," said the man, 
looking over the frightened passengers. "So I am afraid it will be 
necessary to prove to them how serious we are. Unfortunately I am going 
to have to kill one of you to prove our resolve."

Denise jumped to her feet.

"You can't!"

"Not only can, I am going to, so who is it going to be, any 
volunteers?" he asked mockingly.

"These people are my guests. I am responsible for their being here. 
Please don't hurt them."

"All right then," he said, grabbing Denise by the hair and yanking her 
onto her knees in the aisle, placing the gun to her temple and pulling 
back the hammer, "you'll do just fine."

"No, please don't... take me instead," screamed Lynn jumping up from 
her seat.

The gunman smiled as he eyed the ebony beauty.

"And just why should I?"

Lynn's mind whirled desperately. She played the only card she had.

"Because I'll make it worth your while," she said, adopting a 
provocative pose, even though her heart was racing in fear.

"You'll fuck me... us?" asked the gunman.

"I'll give you the best you've ever had," said Lynn, her hands coming 
up to cup her breasts, the nipples showing clearly through the material 
of her blouse since she wore no bra.

"Unfortunately, my dear, no matter how good you are, I will still be 
forced to kill you to prove to those fools on the ground that our 
threats are not idle."

"I know," Lynn uttered quietly.

"You'll screw us and then take a bullet willingly?"

"If you let her go," said Lynn, nodding toward Denise.

"Suppose we just kill her and then screw you anyway?"

"You can do that, but if you do, I will fight you with every breath in 
my body. You may take it but I will make sure you don't enjoy it. Let 
her go and you'll get the fuck of your life."

"Lynn, no..." started Denise.

"It's all right, Denise."

"No, IT'S NOT ALL RIGHT! Sit down Lynn, let them take me. DO AS I SAY!"

"No Denise. I'm sorry, I guess I'm not a very good slave after all, but 
I can't let them take you."

Lynn turned to the gunman. "What do you say? Do we have a deal?"

"Want to break her in?" he asked the flight attendant.

"Yes," mused the sexy redhead, "I think I'm going to enjoy this."

The rest of the passengers, including Denise, were herded toward the 
rear of the aircraft. The redhead held the gun to Lynn's head and 
brought her into the aisle. Lynn noticed the nametag, "Yvette", on the 
woman's blouse.

"Strip, bitch!" she sneered.

Lynn's eye caught Denise's and she mouthed silently the words "I love 
you" as her hands began unbuttoning the blouse. Her breasts fell free 
as the blouse was discarded. The redhead's eyes lit up as did those of 
the other hijackers. Lynn unstrapped her high heels and stepped out of 
them as seductively as she could. She placed a leg on one of the 
armrests and slowly rolled down the stocking which she let fall to the 
floor. Repeating the procedure with the other leg, she reached the 
zipper on her skirt. Pausing only momentarily to muster her courage, 
Lynn opened the skirt and let it fall to the floor. She, of course, was 
wearing nothing underneath since both her bra and panties were in 
Denise's purse. She stood naked and helpless before the leering 
hijackers and the stunned passengers.

"Ready?" demanded the redhead as she backed Lynn against the forward 
bulkhead ramming the barrel of the gun into Lynn's nest.

"Yes..." responded the terrified captive.

"Then down on your knees and eat me, bitch!"

Lynn slid onto her knees, the gun now at her head as she raised her 
captor's skirt. She looked up into the triumphant eyes of the smirking 
redhead. Lynn's trembling hands lowered the panties down and off, 
revealing a neatly trimmed bush of orange and labial lips already 
dripping in anticipation.

"It had better be good!" snarled Yvette as she spread her legs.

Lynn had, by this time, had sex with both men and women on many 
occasions, but even though she had often assumed the role of slave, she 
had always known she was in no real danger. Now the life of her 
lover/mistress was at stake. She felt the presence of the gun at her 
temple, even though her attention was riveted on the woman's sex. The 
fear cut through her, immobilizing her momentarily. She looked to the 
passengers, frighteningly mesmerized by her naked body and what she was 
about to do. She wondered for an agonizing moment if she could do this 
in the face of real total humiliation and even death, but the 
hesitation was fleeting for she knew Denise's life depended on her. Her 
hands went to the woman's hips and grasped firmly, pulling her closer 
as Lynn's lips met her captor's nest. Her tongue snaked into the woman, 
eliciting a slight gasp from the redhead as Lynn's tongue found and 
then began flitting over her clitoris.

"Ohhhhhhh!" moaned Yvette, her lips pursing in satisfaction.

Lynn had learned every aspect of pleasing a woman sexually, both from 
the trysts that Peter has arranged on several occasions and from Denise 
who seemed an endless source of hitherto unknown techniques for 
bringing a woman to ecstasy. Lynn worked that magic now, her own lips 
kissing, sucking and darting in and out of Yvette who, despite herself, 
was already fully aroused. Lynn's finger found the redhead's anus and 
began erotically rimming the dark orifice, causing her captor to begin 
a thrusting in one direction to take Lynn's tongue, the other her 
finger. Lynn had no way of knowing, but Yvette's hand involuntarily 
dropped the gun into a seat beside them. Her hands grabbed Lynn's hair 
pulling her even further into her as she thrust even harder, the 
passion beginning to rob her of all sensibility, her breathing rapid 
and shallow. Lynn's other hand reached up to find the woman's breast. 
Even through the blouse and bra, Lynn could feel the nipple fully erect 
and responsive to her fingers deft caressing and pinching.

Lynn suddenly realized it was she, and not her captor, who was in 
control. Her hands continued their urgent magic as her tongue suddenly 
increased its tantalizing tempo on Yvette's engorged clit. The woman 
was hers now, rapidly approaching climax and Lynn was determined to 
show her who could control whom. Her tongue went deep into the vagina, 
then darted back to clit while her fingers continued to bring the woman 
closer to uncontrolled release.

Of a sudden, Lynn ceased her stimulation. She received some small 
degree of satisfaction as Yvette's eyes widened and she pleaded, "don't 
stop, please don't stop!"

Knowing she had no choice, Lynn not only continued, but changed the 
stimulation to a rhythm and tempo which no woman could withstand.

A guttural sound emanated form Yvette as the orgasm rushed to overwhelm 
her. She was near hyperventilation as her body spasmed, shaking 
uncontrollably, the guttural sound becoming a whining grunt. Her knees 
buckled and the beautiful redhead collapsed into an aisle seat. Lynn 
was in her again instantly, not even allowing the woman to catch her 
breath. Within moments she was orgasming again and still Lynn would not 
release her. Yvette's body was beginning to buck wildly as Lynn brought 
her to one multiple orgasm after another.

"I can't... I can't take any more!" Yvette screamed as her body shook 
with another paroxysm of erotic release. Her body continued to shake 
and she gasped for air amid involuntary whines even after Lynn had 
released her.

Slowly, Lynn stood and looked down at the woman she had just reduced to 
a quivering, exhausted heap.

It started with a single clap. Lynn looked up as the other passengers 
began to applaud her performance. She had just reduced the once 
omnipotent and haughty captor to a whimpering, begging subordinate.

The applause was short lived, however, as the gunman with whom Lynn had 
made the arrangement, stepped forward and threw her to her knees. He 
quickly lowered his pants and without ceremony took her in the anus. 
Lynn cried out for she was dry and he had used no lubrication, but, 
instead of easing his assault, the man was intent on showing who was in 
command here and so he thrusted even harder as she cried out in pain. 
Showing no mercy, his thrusts became more powerful, even violent. Lynn 
felt as if her insides were being ripped apart and each time he would 
withdraw slightly before another thrust, she was sure her insides were 
being pulled form her. She had been taken anally before, but always 
with the use of lubrication and with at least some warning so she could 
prepare herself. This man was huge, however, and he had entered her 
without either. Lynn felt tissue in her rectum tearing as the assault 
continued. She had never felt pain like this, debilitating pain, 
robbing her of control, robbing her of her resolve and most of all, 
robbing her of her dignity.

"Please," she begged as the tears rained down her lovely high cheeked 
face. She grimaced with each thrust as he penetrated her ever more 
deeply. Denise started toward her, but one of the gunmen waved his 
automatic in her face and forced her to retreat.

"I can't..." cried Lynn.

"Say it bitch!" he commanded as another powerful stroke drove another 
two inches into her.

"Please!" she begged.

"Say it!" he shouted again as with a final thrust he buried himself 
completely in her very satisfying rectum.

Lynn was beside herself with pain. She could no longer resist.

"Say it!" he commanded her.

"I... I can't take it any more," she surrendered.

He smiled, orgasmed into her bowels and withdrew quickly, causing Lynn 
to collapse and double up into a fetal position with pain.

"Just so we all know who's really in control here," he sneered, looking 
to the now horrified passengers. He started to turn away, then suddenly 
whirled to face them. "What, no applause?" he asked sarcastically.

Another of the gunmen came forward, handed his gun to Yvette, dropped 
his pants, rolled Lynn onto her back and was into her immediately. She 
whined, not in erotic pleasure, but in pain as her vagina now suffered 
an invasion similar to that which her rectum had endured only moments 
ago.

"Hump me bitch, or I kill your girlfriend right now!" he said to the 
near senseless woman beneath him. Using all her resolve, Lynn began 
returning his thrusts as his hands grabbed and squeezed her breasts 
painfully. He soon orgasmed. Yvette disappeared into the cockpit and 
the other gunman emerged. Lynn was again rolled over onto all fours. 
One of the remaining gunmen entered first her nest and then her rear as 
she was forced to perform fellatio on the other. Both were rough with 
her, the one in front delighting in making her choke on his rod as he 
continually thrust it down her throat while the other jack hammered her 
rectum unmercifully. Finally, after what seemed an eternity to Lynn, 
one man orgasmed down her throat while the other filled her bowels with 
another load of semen.

Lynn lay quivering in pain and fear in the aisle as the leader of the 
hijackers stood over her.

"Had enough, bitch?"

"Please," she begged.

"You can either take it in the ass again or we can end it now. Your 
choice."

Lynn was defeated. She knew she would die anyway. Her body was racked 
with pain and crying out for relief, yet she could not surrender. Semen 
oozing from mouth, nest and anus, Lynn crawled slowly onto her all 
fours where, in front of eighty horrified onlookers, all four men again 
raped her brutally in her anus. Her screams were simply met with 
renewed efforts on the part of her attackers. Yvette emerged from the 
cockpit and between male rapes, tormented Lynn with an oversized dildo 
that she rammed completely within the helpless woman's rectum. When the 
last man finally withdrew, Lynn collapsed, nearly unconscious, sobs and 
pain spasms racking her body.

"On your knees bitch, we aren't through with your ass yet!"

Lynn couldn't move, her pain racked body simply refusing to obey."

"Get up or your girl friend gets it!" the leader threatened as Yvette 
walked over and put a gun to Denise's head.

Her body convulsing with pain, Lynn found the strength somewhere within 
her to once again struggle onto all fours.

She gasped aloud as the barrel of the pistol was suddenly rammed deep 
within her rectum.

"Time to say good bye. When I pull this trigger it's gonna blow your 
intestines right through the top of your head."

The passengers were aghast, many gasping, some turning away while 
others stared in horrified fascination.

"One chance to save yourself. Say the word and I'll do your girl friend 
instead."

Lynn looked to Denise whose eyes were wide with fright.

"I love you Denise. I wanted us to spend our lives together."

Tears rolled down the cheeks of both mistress and slave.

"I'll never forget you or what you have done for me today," sobbed her 
lover/mistress.

"Good bye Denise."

"I love you Lynn."

Lynn closed her eyes.

"Do it," she said quietly, "Do it NOW!"

Her body tensed, anticipating one more massive stab of pain before 
death brought a blessed final relief.

Instead she felt a cool stream of fluid squirt into her bowels. Her 
eyes opened. Again the cool fluid filled her rectum. Puzzled, Lynn 
looked up to see, not the horrified stares of moments ago, but broad 
smiles from everyone. Laughter erupted throughout the plane as Denise 
ran to Lynn and held her in her arms, her loving kisses smothering her 
face and lips.

Awareness finally dawned as the "hijackers", smiling and laughing, 
joined the crowd who gathered around Lynn and Denise. The leader of the 
"hijackers" held up a squirt gun.

"Sorry if we got a bit carried away, but Denise said she wanted it to 
be totally realistic. And besides," he said, "you are so tight it was 
just hard to stop."

"I'll say," chimed in Yvette, "No one but Denise has ever taken me as 
high as you did."

"This... This was a trick?" gasped Lynn.

"A test, darling, to see how much you really love me. I had to know 
what sacrifice you were willing to make. I was reasonably sure you 
would sacrifice your body for me, but I never dreamed you would be 
willing to give up your life."

"I'd do anything for you," cried Lynn, tears of joy and relief 
streaming from her eyes.

"I know that now and I'll never doubt you again."

"And please, no more tests... at least not like this!" grimaced Lynn.

"I promise, darling," smiled her mistress.

They hugged and kissed, tears raining down both their faces.


CHAPTER FIVE

Lynn was breathless when she first caught sight of the island and house 
from the air as Denise had the pilot circle the island twice to let 
Lynn see where she and Denise would call home. The boat ride from the 
larger island where they deplaned was itself an adventure for the 
former housewife.

"This is so wonderful, so different from anything I thought I would 
ever see."

"It's yours now, Lynn, yours and mine, and this is only the beginning. 
For our honeymoon I've planned a trip around the world."

"My God, Denise this is too much. I don't deserve this."

"You deserve this and so much more and I intend to see you get it."

Lynn fell into the arms of her lover and eagerly accepted her powerful 
kiss.

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Lynn was thrilled with the house and estate. She marveled at both the 
size (six times the floor space of her previous house) and the 
luxuriousness of the furnishings. It was all like a dream as she met 
the servants and groundskeepers who would see to her every need.

She and Denise discussed plans for the wedding. Lynn would have been 
satisfied with a private ceremony with just the two of them, but she 
knew how much it meant to Denise and so she excitedly planned the guest 
list with her mistress. Lynn invited Paul, who wished her every 
happiness but declined the invitation, saying it would be too painful 
to see her marry someone else. He did agree to visit her after the 
wedding however. Her younger sister Sarah, a spinster, lived in 
Washington where she worked for an evangelical church. Since her church 
did not believe in divorce or remarriage, Sarah declined the wedding 
invitation, but, like Paul, agreed to visit later. Since her parents 
were dead, Lynn had no one else to invite. All her previous friends 
were more Gary's than hers. So for Lynn, there was no one.

Denise could hardly uninvite the friends with whom they had made the 
plane trip and had already invited another twenty or thirty. She agreed 
to limit the guest list to those already invited.

As the weeks passed, both divorces were finalized. Lynn still felt 
pangs of guilt over leaving Gary. He was a kind and decent man, 
although not as attentive as he should have been and certainly 
unimaginative in bed. In her mind, Lynn wished him well, hoping he 
would find some degree of the happiness she was now experiencing with 
Denise.

She and Denise were making love several times a day which sometimes 
kept the servants busy discreetly retiring, as Denise would, on a whim, 
order her slave to disrobe and then take her without any regard that 
the servants might be about. Lynn had asked about going off the pill so 
that she could bear the child they both wanted. Denise also expressed 
her desire for a child, but wanted Lynn to remain on the pill just a 
bit longer. Lynn reluctantly agreed, but expressed her impatience to 
have Denise's child.

Denise took Lynn to the main island where Lynn was fitted for her 
wedding dress. The arrangements were finalized and while the days 
seemed to pass much too slowly for them both as they awaited their 
wedding day, their nights always seemed far too short.

Finally the day they had both awaited with such eager anticipation, 
arrived. The wedding was held outdoors and was lavish. Denise surprised 
everyone by wearing a feminine tuxedo, complete with a shirt featuring 
frilly lace around cuffs and neck.

Lynn, on the other hand, looked as if she had stepped straight out of a 
fairy tale. The high necked intricate white lace gown with full sheer 
sleeves made Lynn look and feel like a twenty year old. The flowered 
wreath gave the former housewife the look of an ebony Greek goddess and 
drew admiring stares from everyone, especially Denise as she walked to 
the altar.

"You're beautiful Lynn! The most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

"I want to be beautiful for you Denise. I want nothing more than to 
please you."

"It pleases me to see you smile, to see you enjoying yourself."

"I've never been happier."

"Nor have I," smiled her mistress as they turned to the native minister 
to exchange their vows. The ceremony itself was short, but beautiful, 
each expressing a heartfelt and eternal love for the other. The vows 
were exchanged and the minister pronounced them husband and wife, Mr. 
and Mrs. Denise Fleming, Denise having taken back her maiden name.

"You may kiss the bride," he said, beaming with joy and anticipation.

Denise took Lynn in her arms and kissed her new bride deeply with both 
affection and erotic titillation.

"Wow!" responded Lynn in Denise's ear, "I can hardly wait to get home 
so I can strip and spread my legs for you."

"Why wait?" asked Denise.

"Wha... What do you mean?" asked Lynn, puzzled.

"Take her!" Denise commanded two of the groom's men.

The two grabbed Lynn and pulled her over to a tent that she had assumed 
was for the reception. In one sense she was right for under the tent 
was a king sized bed.

Lynn looked back to Denise who smiled reassuringly. "It's customary for 
the bride to kiss the guests. I just thought you would want to take it 
a bit further."

"NO, please, I want YOU!" pleaded Lynn as the men began removing her 
wedding dress.

"And you shall have me... later. Right now you have all these wonderful 
guests to thank for coming to our wedding."

The men had been careful with the dress, but now they ripped away her 
bra and panties and threw her back on the bed, pulling off her shoes 
and stockings and leaving the new bride completely naked. She was 
spread-eagled, her wrists and ankles tied to the four bed posts, 
exposing the most intimate recesses of her body to the onlookers.

"Enjoy, darling," said Denise to Lynn, then turned to the crowd which 
had gathered. "Thank you all for being here. Please, each and every one 
of you, eat, drink, dance, enjoy yourselves and most of all... let Lynn 
express her gratitude to you. She's yours for the rest of the day. I'll 
claim my bride this evening."

In only seconds, one of the groom's men who had stripped her, had 
abandoned his own clothes, crawled onto the bed and without ceremony 
was into her completely with one powerful thrust.

Lynn felt betrayed as the man's pace quickened, but as her body began, 
despite her intentions, to respond, she realized that Denise was giving 
her a wedding present she would never forget. As she became aware of 
the two camcorders recording her "deflowering" for posterity, her anger 
turned to lust and she began thrusting upward to give herself to him 
completely. She was wet now and he slid in and out of her easily, his 
youthful massive rod giving her the stimulation she now so desperately 
sought. As she and her "guest" began groaning with pleasure and effort, 
Lynn was determined to make her wedding truly unforgettable. There were 
a few men and women of color here, but the vast majority was White and 
so she would, over the course of this long afternoon, receive the 
reaming she craved. She would be repeatedly raped by White men and 
women, a slave to be used for their pleasure and then discarded as they 
rejoined the celebration going on only feet from where they had 
violated her. The erotic and racial excitement was more than Lynn could 
take; she orgasmed loudly to the delight of the onlookers. Seconds 
later her womb was filled with seed, the man's lance quivering again 
and again as it shot her full of sperm. She knew now why Denise had not 
wanted her to go off the pill. As the man's grunts subsided, Lynn could 
feel his sperm seeping deeper within her and fantasized for a brief 
moment about bearing his child.

But he was soon replaced by another young, muscular man who seemed 
oblivious to those waiting as he took the time to fondle Lynn, arousing 
her with his hands and kissing her breasts repeatedly. By the time he 
finally entered her, the Black woman was well on the way to orgasm. He 
seemed to delight in bringing Lynn to climax three times before he 
could hold back not longer and deposited his "gift" within her. He was 
followed by a middle-aged man who kissed Lynn and kept his tongue in 
her mouth throughout their copulation. Her moans of ecstasy were 
swallowed up as the two sucked tongues and fluids. Lynn's next "guest" 
was a young woman who dropped her own skirt and rode Lynn's mouth to 
orgasm. And so it went. Although Lynn felt an extra tinge of excitement 
when her partner was White, she was treated several times to the 
delights of six Black men and a Black woman who chose to have Lynn 
pleasure her anus instead of vagina. Over the course of the afternoon, 
Lynn recognized several of the "passengers" from the memorable flight 
to the island. Each took her in his/her own way. She again played host 
to the penises of the "hijackers", but their penetrations this time 
were erotic and enjoyable. Yvette smiled as she straddled Lynn's face.

"I've been waiting to have that tongue in me again," she said, her 
labial lips closing on Lynn's mouth. "Fuck me Lynn, fuck me because you 
want to!"

Lynn was only too happy to oblige. Even tied as she was, her lips and 
tongue soon had the redhead in a helpless erotic frenzy, writhing to 
get more of the unique stimulation that this Black vixen afforded. 
Seven orgasms later, sweating profusely, Yvette rolled off of Lynn 
exhausted, but smiling broadly, satisfied as never before. She would 
return two hours later and ride her "Black bitch" a second time, 
climaxing more than eleven times before relinquishing Lynn to the next 
person in line.

Although Lynn was expected to provide sexual favors to every guest at 
the reception and even though she was tied for each of her encounters 
to facilitate the thrill of her being raped, there was none of the 
terror she had encountered on the plane and she was given short rest 
periods and bathroom breaks. Nevertheless, it was well after sundown 
when the last guest orgasmed in her mouth and withdrew, ending the 
sexual marathon. One hundred twenty-seven people had "raped" Lynn since 
her marriage to Denise earlier in the day. Eighty-two men and forty-
five women had orgasmed into her body, several of them more than once.

Lynn was near total exhaustion, yet when she saw Denise approach, her 
heart raced and she felt renewed in spirit and energy. Denise lovingly 
untied her slave, and led her down to the beach where a huge bonfire 
was raging and the guests continued their celebration.

Denise and Lynn, still naked, entered the circle of revelers and almost 
instantly the shouts and laughter ceased as Denise turned to address 
them.

"My good friends," shouted Denise over the roaring fire, "today I 
shared my wife with each of you!"

There were instantaneous shouts of approval mixed with laughter.

"Each of you has enjoyed her body..."

"And what a body it is!" shouted someone from the other side of the 
fire.

Lynn actually cast her eyes downward in embarrassment as the entire 
assemblage broke into applause.

Denise smiled in agreement.

"Yet here it is, our wedding night and I... Lynn's husband, her mate, 
her, lover, her mistress have not yet tasted her pleasures."

"There were raucous exhortations such as, "Well don't let us stop you!" 
and "She should be ready for you by now!"

"You really think I should fuck her?" shouted Denise.

Her question was met with thunderous shouts of approval.

Denise smiled coyly at her wife/slave. She simply pointed demurely at 
the sand at their feet. After all she had already been through this 
day, Lynn was instantly on her knees, his fingers working the zipper of 
Denise's pants.

"I want inside you Lynn."

"I want you inside me," the brown eyed beauty responded as her lips 
opened to take Denise's growing erection in her mouth.

There were whistles and friendly taunts as Lynn worked the magic with 
her tongue that had earlier sent both men and women into uncontrollable 
paroxysms of release. Denise's breathing was already shallow and rapid. 
She began shedding her clothes and with Lynn's help was standing naked 
in front of the hundred plus admirers within seconds. Approaching 
orgasm, Denise suddenly pushed Lynn backwards onto the sand.

"Spread them, you Black slut!" shouted Denise.

Lynn obeyed instantly her arms coming up in supplication and to embrace 
her husband.

Denise dropped to her knees and then onto and into her wife to the 
joyous shouts of encouragement from the throng of onlookers.

The two were oblivious to the fire, the crowd and the noise as both 
worked themselves into a thrusting frenzy that culminated in thunderous 
simultaneous orgasms. The onlookers' howls in response to the prolonged 
and animalistic grunts of the climaxing pair, approached those of 
cheerleaders urging their team to hitherto unattainable heights. With 
Denise's recuperative ability, and Lynn's talented mouth and tongue, 
the blonde husband had another full and throbbing erection within 
seconds.

"And now my friends, while you may have gotten this afternoon what I 
have just enjoyed, because she was tied to the bed, her tightest hole 
of all was unavailable to you... but not to me!"

Again there was applause and encouragement as Lynn rolled over onto all 
fours. Denise quickly squeezed the lubricant into Lynn's anus and over 
her quivering penis.

"She's mine now!" shouted Denise easing her penis into her lover, but 
Lynn was already aroused again and so thrust with all her might to take 
Denise completely within her to the renewed enthusiastic shouts of the 
circle of admirers.

"What's it like?" shouted someone.

"The tightest I've ever had," gasped Denise as she began to piston her 
wife/lover/slave.

"Fuck her Denise! Fuck her!" someone shouted and the crowd began to 
pick up the chant as the blonde reamed her wife harder and faster.

"Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!" they yelled as Denise and Lynn again 
approached orgasmic release.

"God, YES!" screamed Denise as she wildly bucked against Lynn's rear, 
her pubic hair rubbing the tight hole of her lover as she entered 
Lynn's bowels.

"Fuck me Denise. Fuck my black ass!" screamed Lynn thrusting backward 
as wildly as Denise was humping forward.

"I'm coming, Lynn! I'm coming in your little Black ass!"

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Lynn screamed in response as the orgasm rolled over her 
at the exact moment she felt Denise's hot seed squirt into her bowels.

There was a moment of complete silence. The crowd was spellbound by the 
intensity of the lovemaking and mind blowing simultaneous orgasms, 
followed by raucous applause and congratulations as Denise withdrew and 
fell to the sand in utter exhaustion next to the body of her lover, who 
also lay breathless and unable to move. Both were offered Champagne, 
but if was several seconds before either could manage to sit up and 
except the toast.

"To two very beautiful and loving people," toasted Yvette. "May you 
continue to love each other as you do this moment... and may you both 
continue to fuck each other's brains out!"

Denise and Lynn smiled and laughed amid the well-wishers' additional 
toasts and congratulations for over an hour, neither bothering to cover 
her nudity.

Finally, as a last bottle was emptied, Denise raised her hands to quiet 
the by now rowdy revelers.

"You are all dear friends... to both Lynn and me. We thank you for 
attending our wedding and Lynn thanks you for the wedding presents you 
gave her throughout the afternoon."

There were some titters.

"But it is now time for us to retire. You see, you had the good fortune 
of screwing my lovely wife once or maybe twice today. I intend to screw 
her the rest of the night!"

There was again laughter and well wishes as Denise led Lynn by the hand 
to the house and their bedroom.

"Did you mean what you said about screwing me all night?" asked Lynn 
hopefully.

"What do you think?" responded Denise, tying Lynn's arms and legs to 
the bedposts and easing her penis into the still tight, willing nest 
which squeezed around her, eager to be violated again and again.


CHAPTER SIX

Lynn was so exhausted and sore the next morning she could hardly drag 
herself out of bed. Most of that could be attributed to Denise's 
zealousness in taking her mouth, nest and anus throughout the night, 
arousing and satisfying Lynn in more unique and erotic ways than the 
entire wedding entourage had following the wedding. However, she smiled 
with a satisfaction she had never felt before even though she had to 
walk slowly and somewhat bowlegged as she made her way to the bathroom.

Denise was waiting for her at the breakfast table.

"I have something to ask," stated the blue eyed mistress.

"Don't tell me you're horny again?" laughed Lynn.

Denise smiled in return. "Oh, I almost stay hard with the thoughts of 
getting between those beautiful legs of yours, but no, that wasn't what 
I wanted to ask. I wondered if you would mind if we delayed leaving on 
our honeymoon for about a week?"

"Of course not," replied Lynn.

"It's just that I have a surprise coming for you, actually two 
surprises and I didn't want you to miss them. The first will be here 
day after tomorrow and the other the day after that. After you've had a 
chance to enjoy them, we can leave immediately."

"Being a bit mysterious, aren't we?" chided Lynn good-naturedly.

"Perhaps, but I think you will find the wait worth while. Besides," 
smiled Denise, "the way you're walking this morning I think you could 
use a few days of rest."

"I admit I'm pretty sore between my legs right now... but there's 
nothing wrong with my mouth or my rear. You can have them any time you 
want."

"You may wish you hadn't made that offer," said Denise flirtingly.

"My only disappointment will be if you don't take me," replied Lynn, 
dropping her housecoat and revealing she had nothing on underneath.

"So you're offering?" asked Denise turning Lynn around and bending her, 
face down, over the table.

"It's yours. It belongs to you. If you want it, take it!" breathed an 
already excited Lynn.

Denise grabbed a small handful of butter and lubricated Lynn's anus. 
Despite the butter, Lynn grunted loudly as Denise entered her.

"You just get tighter and tighter!" gasped Denise as she began to 
piston her slave.

Neither woman saw Maria, an attractive, mute native servant start to 
enter the kitchen and then freeze as she stared in wide eyed 
fascination at the beautiful Black wife being taken in the rear by her 
"husband", another beautiful woman, White and possessed of a very 
adequate sized penis which she now had completely buried in her "wife". 
Denise's eyes were closed as she was intent on enjoying every moment 
inside her lover, but Lynn, her face grimacing in a mixture of erotic 
pain and pleasure, looked up and her eyes met those of Maria. Neither 
said anything, but their eyes spoke volumes. Lynn was near orgasm and 
her involuntary grunts in response to Denise's thrusts became whines 
for release.

"Harder! Yes, harder!" she pleaded as Denise's rod found her bowels. 
Holding back no longer, Lynn uttered a shriek of release as her body 
convulsed in pleasure. Yet through it all, her eyes never left those of 
Maria, whose look of surprise and shock had changed to erotic longing 
for the naked ebony beauty whose fingers closed around the edge of the 
table to help brace her against the now violent thrusts of her lover.

"Yes, my little Black bitch, YES!" screamed Denise ejaculating in her 
wife's rectum.

Maria stepped back behind the doorway where Denise's line of sight 
would be obstructed, but where she and Lynn's eyes were still locked in 
an unspoken but undeniably clear message of mutual desire.

Lynn was puzzled with her own reaction to the servant, yet it excited 
her to have the woman watch her, especially her naked depravity.

"God, that was good!" smiled Denise.

"You can have it any time you want it," said Lynn, but her eyes were 
fixed on those of Maria and it was clear to them both for whom that 
response was intended.

As Denise withdrew, Maria pursed her lips, licked them sensuously and 
silently turned and left.

Throughout the rest of the morning, Lynn could not get Maria out of her 
mind. She remained puzzled as to why the woman had had such an effect 
on her. Yes, Maria was attractive with lovely dark hair and penetrating 
brown eyes, but Lynn could simply not fathom why, in the kitchen this 
morning, when their eyes met, there was such an overpowering attraction 
between them. Lynn realized, ashamedly, that for the few moments she 
and Maria had exchanged looks, she had become oblivious to Denise and 
the fact that her rectum was filled with cock. Was it the fact that the 
servant was Hispanic? Lynn found that hard to believe. When she was 
with Peter, she had copulated with a Cuban in the dressing room of a 
crowded clothing store and, while enjoyable, there was no particular 
attraction, none of the mysterious excitement she felt now as she 
remembered the soft lips which had pursed themselves for her and the 
tongue which had licked them so suggestively. Was it the fact that the 
woman was mute? Did the fact that they would never exchange words, 
heighten their nonverbal looks and feelings? Could she, Lynn wondered, 
be tiring of Denise already? Nonsense, she told herself, Denise was the 
most satisfying person and lover she had ever known. Then what? What 
was it about Maria? Lynn didn't know. All she knew was that the look 
that she and Maria had exchanged, kept running through her mind, each 
time arousing her even more.

At lunch, Lynn was silently thrilled that it was Maria who served them 
on the veranda. She was hoping their eyes would meet again as they had 
done that morning, but, cognizant of the presence of Lynn's "husband", 
the dark haired beauty kept her eyes cast downward. Lynn was in 
torment, wanting to reach out, to touch, to fondle and be fondled, 
knowing it was out of the question. She yearned for this woman, yet 
Maria made no eye contact with her whatsoever, giving her, she 
realized, the irrational feeling of a lover spurned. The meal over, 
Maria was clearing the dishes when Lynn could stand it no longer. She 
had to know: was Maria as erotically attracted to her as she was to the 
servant?

The lovely Latino had turned to leave when Lynn spoke.

"Maria, I think I'll go barefoot a while. Would you please take these 
back to my room," she said, indicating the high leg strap heels she 
wore. Lynn had intended to take them off herself and hand them to the 
servant, hoping for another meaningful exchange of glances. But, before 
Lynn could react, Maria was on her knees, under the level of the table 
where Denise could not see, untying the straps and slowly slipping off 
the shoes, her hands momentarily fondling Lynn's bare feet and toes.

"Darling, I think I'll go for a walk on the beach. Care to join me?" 
asked Denise

Lynn was almost beside herself, using every ounce of resolve to 
maintain control as she felt her nest moisten with desire for the woman 
at her feet.

"If you don't mind, I think I'll pass. If you'll recall, walking is a 
bit of a chore right now. I think I'll just go to the room and rest"

"Of course, maybe tomorrow," suggested Denise.

"Yes, tomorrow for sure."

"Thank you Maria," Lynn managed as the servant returned to her feet and 
disappeared into the house with the shoes.

"See you after while," said Denise, reaching over and kissing Lynn 
lightly on the lips and then heading for the beach.

Lynn waited until Denise was out of sight, then hurried into the house 
and up the stairs to their room, her heart racing, her breathing 
already short and rapid.

She opened the bedroom door to find Maria standing in the middle of the 
room, completely naked except for an unusual strap-on dildo, its penis 
protruding some seventeen inches from the belt. But there was a second 
dildo extending in the opposite direction and now completely buried in 
Maria's nest. It was obvious that her clit would be vigorously 
stimulated with each thrust into her partner. Lynn admired the breasts 
of the twenty-nine year old, smaller than Lynn's but firm and high, 
nipples erect and hard, her waist small and legs curvaceous.

Lynn was both exhilarated and relieved. She had been concerned that 
perhaps Maria would want her to assume the dominant role, but then she 
realized that after seeing Lynn being pounded from behind this morning, 
Maria knew exactly what Lynn wanted and was prepared to give it to her.

Without a word passing between them, Maria pointed to Lynn's sundress. 
Lynn was out of it and her bra and panties within seconds. She stood 
naked and trembling with anticipation. Maria pointed to the floor. Lynn 
went to all fours, placing her head against the carpeting forcing her 
rear high in the air. She felt the woman's fingers applying the 
lubricant and shivered in anticipation of being sodomized. She did not 
have long to wait. Lynn stifled a scream as the dildo, longer and 
thicker than Denise's penis began snaking its way into her rectum.

"Maria," she moaned, "I'm not sure I can take it all."

The sharp slap on her buttocks from the riding crop came as a shocking 
surprise along with another thrust from the woman behind, burying 
another two inches into her. She had just been told in no uncertain 
terms to shut up and take it.

"God, it hurts Maria!" she cried, only to receive another hard slap and 
another inch and a half of anal violation.

She knew the dildo was only about half way in, yet it had already 
penetrated her farther than she had ever been penetrated before. Lynn 
began whimpering both to fulfill her role as subservient slave, the 
role she relished so much, and from the pain which was erotic, but now 
bordering on unbearable.

"Please, please no more!" begged Lynn as Maria began thrusting now, 
pulling backward almost to the point of withdrawal, then thrusting 
viciously to drive her phallic weapon even farther into her victim, 
each thrust giving her own nest more stimulation and bringing her 
closer to orgasm.

Lynn was beginning to regret having succumbed to Maria's wiles for it 
was becoming increasing clear that Maria had no intention of stopping 
until all seventeen inches of dildo were buried in Lynn's rear.

"I can't! I can't" Lynn gasped trying to turn back to look at her 
tormentor. She was met with a stinging slap across the face and two 
more to her rear. She felt the halter slid over her head, the reins 
firmly in Maria's hands pulling her back onto all fours as the 
servant's legs went around her and her ankles locked beneath Lynn's 
stomach. A sharp stinging slap of the crop to Lynn's rear and a spur 
from the woman's heels told her "mare" she was to take her mistress for 
a ride. Lynn was gasping with the pain, but when she did not start 
immediately, Maria raised herself then let her body weight drop, 
ramming another two inches into her "'mount'.

Lynn began crying as she started crawling on all fours, obeying each 
command from a tug of the reins by her mistress. As Lynn crawled, Maria 
continued to pound her anus unmercifully, enjoying the 'ride' of her 
life. Lynn begged and pleaded, her anus assaulted farther with each new 
thrust as her mistress rode her toward climax. Her debasement near 
complete, Lynn felt the reins lifted off and Maria grab the hair on 
either side of her head and jerk painfully to direct her 'mount' to 
left or right.

"Please, Maria, please!" begged Lynn, trying to stand to dismount her 
rider, but failing as Maria stuck with her, much as a bronco rider 
stays his mount and buried another inch inside Lynn's rectum, the penis 
now in her bowels. Lynn fell back to an all fours position, the scene 
almost comically from an old western, the hero's horse rearing up on 
its hind legs and then back down again. Maria applied the crop again 
and, now knowing what her mistress wanted, Lynn reared up inadvertently 
driving the dildo still deeper. Maria swatted her arms and the next 
time, Lynn's arms went out and clawed the air just as a horse's front 
legs when it rears on its hind legs. Another swat, this time to Lynn's 
mouth and now the 'mare' not only came onto its 'hind legs' and pawed 
the air with her front legs, she whinnied like a horse as her mistress 
wanted. Now Maria would ride Lynn for several feet on her all fours, 
then swat her painfully with the riding crop and enjoy the effect of 
the dildo as her mount reared on hind legs and whinnied loudly. Both 
women were excited now, Maria riding her Black Beauty" and Lynn in 
utter humiliation and debasement and at the same time excited, despite 
the pain, as she and her mistress rushed onward toward orgasm. Maria 
began whipping Lynn rapidly with the crop. Lynn suddenly realized what 
her mistress wanted and began bucking as if she were a wild bronco 
being ridden for the first time in a rodeo. She whinnied, she whined, 
she snorted all to please her mistress who now had over eleven inches 
buried in her anus. Both women were sweating profusely as Lynn threw 
her body wildly about, Maria hanging on with one hand, whipping Lynn to 
further frenzy with the other, all the while thrusting into her 'mare' 
harder and faster.

"Oh God! Oh God!" screamed Lynn as she felt the avalanche of orgasm 
sweep over her as her rider also uttered a short series of whines as 
she too found her climax. Lynn collapsed with Maria on top of her, 
giving her only moments to recover before whipping her once again to 
her knees and another bucking contest, Maria again the winner as Lynn 
could not dislodge her rider despite her jumps, bucks and rears. Maria 
used the riding crop unmercifully until she and her "mount" climaxed a 
second thunderous time. And yet again, Maria whipped her mount to all 
fours and a new round of bronco riding was beginning as the door flew 
open and Denise strode in.

Maria and Lynn were momentarily stunned to immobility.

"So!" shouted Denise, "married one day and you're already screwing 
behind my back!"

"Denise, I'm sorr..."

"Silence, I'll deal with you later," said the enraged hermaphrodite 
turning to the servant. "So, slut, this is the way you repay my 
kindness. I give you a job, food, clothes, a roof over your head and as 
repayment you fuck my wife in the ass with something damn near 
approaching a baseball bat!"

Maria could only hang her head as Denise walked closer.

"Take it off and give it to me!" demanded Denise.

Maria unstrapped the dildo and handed it to her mistress.

"Now bend over that stool," commanded Denise motioning to a padded 
footstool.

The naked servant bent over, face down, as directed.

"Now let's see how you like it!" snorted Denise, "spread 'em!"

The woman reached back and spread her cheeks with her fingers giving 
Denise better access to the target she intended to impale. Without 
warning and without lubrication Denise used all the strength of her 
fury in a massive thrust which buried over nine inches of the dildo 
into the hapless servant whose eyes bulged and who uttered only an 
incomprehensible and agonized grunt as her anal canal was violated as 
never before.

"Ride my wife like a horse in the field will you!" shouted Denise using 
all her weight on the second thrust and sinking another five inches 
into the weeping and writhing woman.

"Denise, don't..." pleaded Lynn.

"Shut up slut! She'll get what she deserves!"

A third thrust and another two inches drove into the woman who was 
helpless and in agony.

"Now, slut, see how it feels!" screamed a frenzied Denise as with a 
final thrust of all her might, she buried the dildo in Maria's rectum. 
The woman fainted immediately. Denise withdrew, unstrapping the belt 
and throwing it to the floor. She went to the door.

"Elena, summon Alfredo, my ship's captain!"

"A voice from downstairs could be heard in answer, "Yes, mistress."

Again Lynn started to say something, anything to break the ominous 
silence but Denise threw up her hand indicating Lynn was to remain 
silent.

The captain who had ferried them across from the main island came 
walking into the room.

"You wanted me Ma'am?"

Maria was emitting groans of agony as she began to regain 
consciousness. Denise forced her to her feet.

"I want you to take this piece of trash out of my house, off this 
island and I don't ever want to see her whoring face again, do you 
understand?"

"Yes Ma'am, I'll take her to the main island right away."

"Just a moment," said Denise, ripping a bed sheet into a long strip and 
tying the woman's hands securely behind her. The enraged mistress of 
the house then walked to a small desk and took out a penknife and 
proceeded to carve "whore" on the woman's forehead. She then turned the 
helpless woman around and wrote on her back the message: "I love it in 
my ass". Blood dripped from Maria's forehead and back.

"I want you to leave her tied, find a crowded beach and throw her into 
a crowd, do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am," he answered.

"Then get this piece of filth out of here!" she sneered. "Oh, and 
Maria..."

The now vanquished servant looked up into the seething blue eyes. 
Denise spat into the woman's face, the spittle running down over her 
lips and chin. Maria was led from the room crying and near collapse.

There was stunned silence for several seconds as mistress and slave 
were left alone.

"Denise, please let me explain."

"All right," said the beautiful blonde, "explain."

"I... don't know what happened. This morning..."

"You thought I didn't see her standing, watching?"

"You knew?" asked Lynn, flabbergasted.

"Of course. And I knew she was playing with your leg at lunch. I didn't 
mind a little flirtatiousness, even enjoyed it myself. I thought you'd 
probably ask me if you could bed her down when I returned. And you know 
what Lynn, I would have said yes. I would have let the two of you fuck 
each other's brains out, if it would have made you happy. But instead, 
you did the one thing, the one thing I forbid you to do. You sneaked 
around and tried to fuck someone behind my back!"

"God, I'm so sorry, Denise. Can you ever forgive me?"

"Forgive you? Of course my darling," responded Denise, her voice now 
icy calm. "You made a mistake, a serious mistake, but one which will 
not be repeated... am I correct?"

"Absolutely, I promise!"

"Then all that remains is to see you don't forget that promise."

Lynn knew she would be punished. She looked with fear to the penknife, 
lying on the table, which had disfigured the former servant for life.

"Now you don't think for a minute that I would mar that beautiful face 
or body," smiled Denise reaching for the strap-on dildo and buckling it 
on.

"Something a little more appropriate, I should think."

"Denise... she only got it a little over half way in me," stuttered 
Lynn, fear now evident in her eyes.

"Then we both have something to look forward to, don't we?"

Denise smiled coolly.

"How do you want it, on all fours or on your back with your legs over 
my shoulders?"

The servants tried to ignore the piercing screams that emanated from 
the master bedroom. Mercifully they did not last long.

Lynn Fleming did indeed take all seventeen inches of the dildo in her 
rectum that evening. Fortunately for her, she fainted after the first 
fourteen.


CHAPTER SEVEN

Lynn's faint turned into sleep and she did not awaken until the next 
morning, finding herself alone in the big bed. While her nest had 
received some badly needed rest, she was now so sore in the rear that 
it was painful simply to move. She was ashamed, more deeply ashamed 
than at any time in her life. Running the events of yesterday through 
her mind over and over only made it worse. There was no excuse for her 
behavior. She had cheated on her husband of only one day. She deserved 
what she got, yet Lynn realized that she felt fear for the first time -
- fear of Denise and what she could and would do. Her own reaming had 
been vicious, but nothing compared to what the poor servant had 
suffered -- permanent disfigurement (the woman could never afford 
plastic surgery to remove the scars). A chill ran through Lynn as she 
again saw the fury in Denise's eyes as she had sodomized the servant. 
She wondered if Denise would have killed the woman if there had not 
been witnesses.

The door opened and Denise walked through smiling and carrying a 
breakfast tray.

"Awake at last? How about some breakfast?" she said placing the tray 
across Lynn's lap. The wife trembled visibly in fear and remorse.

"Denise, I know what I did was inexcusable..."

"As I already said, you made a mistake and you have been disciplined. 
We need never speak of it again."

"You forgive me?" ask Lynn weakly.

"Of course I forgive you. I love you Lynn."

"I do love you Denise. I'll never..."

"Just never, ever cheat on me again, because if you do, you will pay 
the price... and I don't forgive a second time."

"I... I understand," said Lynn hanging her head.

"Now," intoned Denise in a cheery voice, "enough of this. Your surprise 
will be here tomorrow and I want you fit and happy to enjoy it. I think 
most of your days activities are going to be centered around the spa 
and soaking up some sun on the beach."

"Sounds wonderful!" responded Lynn, Denise's tone lifting her mood.

"Need some help?" asked the blonde noting Lynn having trouble walking.

"Yes, please," replied Lynn placing her arm on Denise's shoulder for 
support.

"Denise?"

"Yes, darling?"

"I'm sorry. I am so truly sorry."

"I know. Remember the lesson, but now it's time to put it behind us -- 
so to speak."

They both laughed, but even Denise's arms around her could not quite 
dispel the fear that had now become a part of their relationship. This 
violent, vengeful side of Denise that she never knew existed troubled 
Lynn.

Lynn and Denise spent the day relaxing. Lynn had tried to call Paul 
several times to wish him a happy birthday even though it was a day 
early. She had sent him a present, but wanted very much to talk with 
him, especially since they had not talked since before the wedding, but 
his roommate at the college indicated he had not seen Paul all day and 
did not know how he could be reached. She had tried two other numbers 
where she thought he might be, but without success. By evening Lynn was 
rested although still sore. That night she performed fellatio on Denise 
and eagerly drank her mistress's sperm, silently wishing for the child 
she was now desperate to have. Despite Denise's forgiveness, Lynn knew 
her mistress would never forget her infidelity. A child, however, would 
not only provide the bond which Lynn felt they now needed, but would 
also provide Lynn with a focus other than sex. She admitted to herself 
that sex would always play a major role in her life. She had come to 
accept the fact that she needed the domination, the debasement and the 
sexual stimulation that, first Peter, and now Denise provided. But by 
having a baby, perhaps she could channel some of her attention away 
from her seemingly constant carnal cravings. Perhaps with a baby to 
care for and shower attention upon, what occurred yesterday would never 
happen again.

They lay in each other's arms.

"Denise?"

"Yes?"

"I want to have your baby. Please!"

"Soon darling, very soon!"

The next morning Lynn tried playfully to badger Denise into revealing 
the surprise that she had promised. Denise, just as playfully, refused 
to reveal anything about it except that it would arrive that night and 
she felt Lynn would be pleased. Lynn, feeling much better now that she 
was fully rested and with the soreness almost gone, was in high spirits 
because of Denise's commitment to their having a child. This was 
tempered by the fact that she was still unable to reach Paul by phone.

They lay on the beach in the afternoon and made love, Lynn imagining 
her egg being fertilized each time her mistress filled her vagina with 
sperm even though she had not yet gone off the pill as her husband had 
directed.

As they were finishing dinner, Denise received a phone call. She smiled 
as she set down the receiver.

"Your surprise has just arrived from the main island. I suggest we get 
you ready."

"Ready?" asked Lynn both excited and puzzled.

"Yes, I had something sent over today. It's upstairs. Come on."

Denise led Lynn to their bedroom where Lynn spied a package on the bed.

"Open it," said Denise.

Lynn's eyes flew open when she took out the almost non existent outfit. 
The bra consisted of two round circles of material, no larger than half 
dollars, the center of which was cut out, held in place by flimsy 
string. As Lynn tried it on, her nipples protruded through the cutouts.

"Nice darling. Now the thong," smiled Denise.

The thong was nothing more than one strand of string, about the width 
of a shoestring, around the waist with two matching strings, which 
joined to the front, wrapped through her crotch on either side of her 
labial lips, ran up over each of her cheeks and then joined to the 
waist piece again in the back. Nothing was hidden.

"This must be a very special surprise to display me like this," kidded 
Lynn.

"It is believe me. You look exactly as I pictured you, like a beautiful 
woman who wants to show off her body and then get fucked. Now wait 
here. I'll be back with your surprise shortly.

A few minutes later, Lynn heard a knock on the door.

"Ready for your surprise?" she heard Denise ask through the closed 
door.

"Absolutely," replied Lynn.

"Then walk over and stand close to the door."

Lynn did as she was told.

"Ready?" asked Denise.

"Ready," smiled Lynn.

"This should be a surprise for both of you," said Denise opening wide 
the door.

"Mom!"

"Paul!" responded Lynn, trying to hide her near nakedness.

"I believe you two have a lot to... talk about," said Denise chuckling 
and starting to leave.

"You're leaving?" asked Lynn incredulously.

"Of course. You wanted to wish Paul a happy birthday. Now you can."

Realization striking home for both Lynn and Paul, they looked at each 
other, then Lynn fell into his arms and they kissed deeply.

"Happy birthday, Paul," said Denise, "I bet this is one birthday you 
won't forget."

"You can say that again!" he replied.

"Would you like to stay and join the celebration? I hate the thoughts 
of you sleeping alone," offered Lynn.

"No thanks," smiled Denise, "I don't plan on sleeping in an empty bed 
tonight."

Denise stepped to one side revealing Yvette standing in the hall 
wearing an outfit almost as revealing as the one Lynn was wearing.

As irrational and unfair as she knew it was, Lynn felt a pang of 
jealousy cut through her momentarily. Then she realized how foolish she 
was being... or was she? Certainly her son was here for one purpose, 
carnal pleasure and the orgy after her wedding was evidence enough that 
Denise was not the jealous type per se, but the explosion with Maria 
was still fresh in her mind and inwardly, Lynn wondered if Denise's 
bedding of Yvette was not still some form of punishment, or perhaps 
another test to see if Lynn would succumb to jealous panic. Nonsense 
she told herself, Denise simply wants a bed partner for the night. Why 
should I want to deny her that pleasure when she has gone to such 
lengths to provide mine?

"Show her a good time." Lynn smiled at Yvette.

"Oh, I intend to," the redhead replied and she and Denise closed the 
door.

Paul's clothes were quickly shed, the mere strings Lynn wore were 
shrugged off easily and the two stood naked.

"You have a very unusual "husband" to allow us a night together." he 
said as they lay on the bed together.

"Denise loves me very much. She wants to make me happy."

"So do I,"

"We have a night together, let's don't waste a moment of it," cried 
Lynn spreading her legs and accepting his massive gift.

"Happy birthday, Paul," she said, as they both began thrusting deeply.


CHAPTER EIGHT

The next morning Denise and Yvette were having breakfast on the veranda 
when Lynn and Paul appeared. They joined the others somewhat 
sheepishly, a bit embarrassed.

"You two certainly are noisy," chided Denise.

"My son is very... energetic!" smiled Lynn.

"Got any energy left over?" asked Yvette suggestively.

"I... I..." Paul sputtered, looking to Lynn, who again, momentarily, 
felt a twinge of resentment toward the redhead, then relented.

"It's all right," she responded, "you're here to enjoy yourself."

Paul slipped his arm around the attractive and shapely redhead and they 
walked back into the house. Within moments the sounds of lust emanated 
through the open door.

"Quite a stud, that son of yours!" laughed Denise.

"Perhaps you'd like to find out how much of a stud."

"Perhaps. I enjoy men, but women are what I savor most," said Denise 
rising and walking around the table to Lynn, "especially beautiful 
woman with gorgeous bodies," she continued, pulling Lynn from the 
chair, opening her robe and fondling her breasts.

"And do they give you pleasure?" asked Lynn as she discarded the robe 
and leaned over the table, exposing her nest and anus.

"Enormous pleasure!"

"Do they give you as much pleasure as I do?" asked Lynn

"Never!" said Denise filling Lynn's nest with her erection, "never as 
much as you!"

*******************************************

Later that afternoon, the four sat on the beach. Paul had taken Lynn 
again, here on the beach, with Yvette and Denise looking on and now 
they all lay relaxing.

"Ready for your second surprise?" asked Denise.

"Oh, I completely forgot!" exclaimed Lynn.

"Can't imagine why," smiled Denise, Paul returning a very contented 
smile.

"This one I won't hold back on: your sister is coming to visit. She 
will be here later this evening."

"Sarah? My God how did you ever convince her to come?"

"It wasn't easy. She's a bit self righteous."

"A bit?" laughed Paul, "she should have been a nun!"

"Wrong religion," chided Yvette.

"She had just started high school," explained Lynn, "and some revival 
came to town. Sarah got caught up in the fervor and before you know it, 
she was a born again evangelical. Over the years, she seems to have let 
her religion run her life."

"She has no life... except to pray and try to convert everyone else," 
mused Paul, "She gives me the old "witness" routine every time we see 
each other."

"She's really a sweet person," explained Lynn, "it's just that she's 
got this notion that she's got to spread the "word"."

"Someone needs to give her the word to loosen up," said Paul.

A gleam twinkled in Denise's eye.

"Mean that?" she asked.

"I don't know what you..." replied Paul, interrupted by Lynn.

"Oh, I wouldn't want her..."

"Hurt?" finished Denise. "Of course not, but perhaps just a little... 
temptation."

"Yeah," replied Paul, "maybe if she finds out how human she really is, 
she'll learn to lighten up a bit."

"I don't know," mused Lynn, "she's pretty devout."

"Why don't we find out how devout?" smiled Denise mischievously.

*****************************************

Sarah was just as Lynn and Paul had described her. An attractive woman, 
sharing the high cheek bones and perfect complexion which gave both 
Lynn and her their facial beauty. Sarah's body was somewhat leaner than 
Lynn's, but her breasts and hips were ample enough to give her a figure 
which would turn heads. Yet that body was clothed under a long, loose 
dress which could be described in no other word than stodgy.

The five sat at the dinner table. Sarah had been polite during the 
introductions, yet her eyes seemed to disapprovingly roam over the 
extremely short skirts worn by the other women and the cleavage each 
exposed by wearing low cut, revealing blouses. Her 'testaments' had 
begun almost immediately, verifying to the others what Lynn and Paul 
had described. The others sat drinking wine that Sarah had politely 
refused.

"We were sorry you couldn't be at the wedding," said Denise, eliciting 
smiles from Lynn and Yvette.

"I... just couldn't. I'm sorry, but my religion..."

"Ah, yes, doesn't recognize divorce or remarriage."

"Nor..." started Sarah, who abruptly caught herself.

"Nor the marriage of a woman and an... abomination in the eyes of the 
Lord?"

"I'm sorry."

"It's all right. I've probably been called worse," smiled Denise.

"It's... It's what our religion believes."

"And you believe everything that you are told."

"I must. It is how my faith remains strong."

"You're an attractive woman Sarah, surely you must be tempted to..."

"I pray to keep my faith. I will be glad to pray for you, each of you."

"And you truly believe your faith is stronger than the physical world?"

"Absolutely!"

"Then you believe that water was actually turned to wine?"

"Yes."

"Then do you believe that wine can be turned to water?"

Sarah was puzzled. "I don't understan..."

"Here is a glass of wine, Sarah."

"We don't drink alcohol."

"Yes, so you told us, but if your belief is as strong as you say it is, 
the wine will have no more effect on you than water... correct?"

"Well... yes... but..."

"Just a glassful Sarah... as a testament of your faith."

"I... don't know," replied the attractive Black woman, looking to Lynn 
and Paul for some kind of support.

"Show her Aunt Sarah," urged Paul, "you'll always telling me that faith 
can produce miracles, surely it can fend off the effects of a little 
wine."

"Go ahead Sis, it's not going to kill you!" laughed Lynn as Denise went 
to the liquor cabinet, poured a glassful and handed it to the younger 
sister.

"Well, just to show you all," said Sarah sipping the liquid. "Oh, it's 
bubbly."

"Champagne," noted Denise as they all rose and went into the living 
room where the lights were already dimmed and soft strains of romantic 
music wafted from hidden speakers.

"Do you like the taste?" asked Yvette, noting that Sarah had almost 
drained the glass.

"I must admit, it is quite refreshing," said Sarah as her glass was 
refilled.

She seated herself on the couch as Denise, Lynn, Paul and Yvette paired 
off and began dancing slowly and sensuously to the music. Denise noted 
Sarah's eyes following the swaying of hips and bodies, at first 
disapprovingly, then, slowly, with an interest that Denise noted with 
amusement was not exactly evangelical in nature.

"Would you care to dance?" Denise asked Sarah, whose eyes were 
beginning to have the slightest difficulty in focusing.

"No, we don't dance."

"Oh come on Aunt Sarah," chided Paul from across the room.

Denise held out her hand.

Sarah, feeling a bit woozy, yet wanting to prove that Lynn's "husband" 
could not shake her, accepted the hand and stood where Denise held her 
gently but firmly against her as she felt the body of the ebony 
evangelical first pull away, then allow itself to be pulled closer 
until their breasts briefly touched.

"Oh... I..." stammered Sarah as Denise held her even more closely, 
their breasts now rubbing in rhythm with the music. Sarah closed her 
eyes briefly as if savoring the forbidden pleasure.

"You're a very attractive woman, Sarah," whispered Denise.

Sarah was flustered, unable to say anything in response. A virgin, she 
had never even had a real boyfriend, her religious enthusiasm enough to 
keep them all at a safe distance. Finally, all her potential boyfriends 
had given up and Sarah was left with her faith and nothing else.

"That wine is quite potent. Sure you can handle it?" asked Denise.

"I'll... mannnnnage," slurred Sarah in response.

Yvette brought her a fresh glass that she sipped on as Denise pulled 
her even closer. Sarah's eyes were glazing a bit as Denise stepped back 
to allow Paul to cut in.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked.

"Yes... but... I shooouldn't..."

"Shouldn't what, enjoy yourself?" he said, pulling her to him tightly.

"I think you've had quite enough," said Denise taking the empty glass 
from Sarah's hand.

"How do you like dancing?" whispered Paul in her ear.

"Like it. Feeeeeels gooood."

"And how does this feel" he asked brushing his lips against hers.

"Mmmmmm, nice, but you shooouldn't."

Sarah 's temperature was rising as fast as her resolve was dissolving.

"How about this?" he queried, his hand gently finding and grasping her 
buttocks.

"Oh, Pauuuul, no, I..." she slurred.

"Or this?" he continued pulling her completely against him.

Her eyes widened as she felt his erection even through the heavy 
material of her dress. Starting to pull away, but hesitating, 
unsuccessfully fighting through the fog as hands reached around her 
from behind and gently cupped and then began caressing her breasts, 
Sarah was, unwittingly, now responding sexually to her seduction. She 
was aroused, and beginning to perspire, her panties wet and her efforts 
to resist, melting away by the second.

"Whaa... What are you doing?" she asked, looking down to find Yvette 
and Lynn removing her shoes.

"Just making you more comfortable. You do want to be more comfortable, 
don't you?" whispered Denise in her ear.

"Yesssss, comfortabbbble," she breathed. "Oh... that's naughty."

Denise had unbuttoned the back of the dress and began slipping it off 
the ebony beauty.

"Lynnnnnn," whined Sarah, offering absolutely no resistance, "help me!"

"Of course, Sis," grinned Lynn, reaching to unclasp the plain white bra 
and pulling it away.

"Oh... Oh... I..." gasped Sarah as Denise's expert fingers began 
caressing her bare breasts and nipples.

Sarah's body began swaying as Paul embraced her from the front and 
Denise from the rear.

"No... you mustn't," she pleaded unconvincingly as, Yvette on one side 
and Lynn on the other, began slipping her panties down.

She felt erections press her in both front and back.

"No... please..." she said, stepping out of the panties and completing 
her nudity.

Denise and Paul were undressed in seconds as Sarah's desires consumed 
her. She felt Paul's erection brush her nest, her body quivering in 
fear and eager anticipation. Denise lubricated her own erection and 
began slowly sliding it backward and forward in the cleavage of Sarah's 
rear.

"What are you going to do?" she whined.

"Fuck you," answered Paul.

"But I'm a virgin!"

"Not for much longer," answered Paul as Sarah's nephew positioned his 
throbbing erection against her labial lips and Denise held the head of 
her penis against Sarah's tight and puckered anus.

"Oh Paul!' she cried as he entered her and rested his lance against her 
hymen.

"I can stop now, if you want, Aunt Sarah. I can pull it out and you can 
stay a virgin."

"Oh! OH!" was all she could utter.

"What do you want me to do Aunt Sarah?"

"I... I..."

"What do you want Aunt Sarah, tell me!"

"Fuck me! FUCK ME!" she screamed.

A split second later Sarah Jennings was no longer a virgin.

"Oh Paul! OH PAUL!" she cried as his lance ripped away her hymen and in 
two thrusts was buried in her completely.

Sarah, now completely mindless with carnal need, opened her mouth to 
accept his tongue at the moment Denise entered her anal canal.

"Oh God!" she cried, "GIVE IT TO ME!"

With both penises buried within her, Sarah could not thrust, but she 
began squirming to take each even deeper.

"Yes, FUCK ME!" she screamed as Paul and Denise began thrusting with 
unrestrained vigor.

Lynn and Yvette had seen enough. They were quickly out of their 
clothes, in the classic sixty-nine position and sucking vigorously at 
each other's clit.

Sarah was no longer in control as her body was finally getting the 
pleasure she had denied it for so long.

"Oh God, what's...?"

Denise smiled as she felt Sarah's nipples suddenly stiffen in her 
fingers.

"You're coming Sarah, you're coming!" cried Denise.

Sarah's body convulsed repeatedly, her mouth uttering only 
unintelligible grunts and moans as the avalanche swept over her.

Gasping for breath, she screamed, "Again! Please! AGAIN!"

As Lynn and Yvette were experiencing simultaneous orgasms, Paul and 
Denise, once again, began reaming the insatiable vixen between them. 
Sarah came again, the second more violently than the first, then a 
third and a fourth. Her heart beating wildly, her breaths coming only 
in short gasps, reason and morality vanquished, Sarah had become an 
animal whose only awareness was the orgasms; and the penises in her 
nest and anus which brought them to her.

"Become quite the little slut, haven't we?" said Denise, but Sarah was 
past feeling any indignity as she writhed and squirmed herself to 
another climax.

Denise exchanged looks with Paul, each knowing neither could deny his 
or her own orgasm much longer. So with a renewed effort, each drove 
Sarah full of cock and pounded her unmercifully to yet another 
thunderous orgasm as the nephew and sister/brother-in-law found their 
own climaxes, filling Sarah with their hot seed.

And still she wanted more. Yvette was pleased to oblige, pulling Sarah 
onto the rug and sixty-nining her to even more climaxes. Then the real 
orgy began. All five began a whirl of multiple sexual positions, 
penises and mouths providing pleasure, first to one and then the other, 
always with Sarah at the center of the carnal feast. At one point, Paul 
was on all fours, buried in Denise's vagina as Denise had her own lance 
buried in Sarah whose mouth and tongue were providing cunnilingus to 
Lynn, on her back and giving oral pleasure to Yvette who sat astride 
her mouth. As they climaxed, that arrangement dissolved and another 
formed. Sarah was never without a penis in her anus or nest while her 
mouth entertained either a second phallus or wet labial lips which 
Sarah was beginning to learn how to please.

At last, exhausted, Sarah lay back, moaning with satisfaction.

"Had enough?" asked Lynn.

"For the moment," replied Sarah, smiling demurely. She turned to her 
nephew.

"Paul, would you take me to bed?"

"Of course Aunt Sarah," he said, picking her up in his strong arms and 
heading down the hall.

"I think you can drop the 'aunt'", said Sarah, as her arms went around 
his neck and they kissed deeply, disappearing into one of the guest 
bedrooms.

*******************************************

Sarah and Paul did not appear until two the next afternoon. Lynn, 
Denise and Yvette had explored every conceivable threesome until the 
wee hours, but even after they fell into an exhausted sleep, the 
mansion resounded with the shrieks and screams of orgasms that had not 
ceased until only a few minutes earlier.

"Well, the lovebirds have finally made it out of bed," laughed Yvette.

"I... I... there's something I need to tell you -- all of you," intoned 
Sarah.

"Oh?" mused Denise.

"I guess I really should be angry with you, getting me drunk and 
seducing me. I lost my virginity last night. That may not be a big 
thing to you, but it was to me. I guess I'm still having trouble with 
the fact that I not only engaged in premarital sex, but incestuous 
premarital sex. Yet..." she looked at her nephew," Paul convinced 
me..."

"Must have taken a lot of convincing," giggled Yvette.

"Come on, let her finish," chided Lynn, suppressing a smile.

"No, it's OK." continued Sarah. "I've come to realize that I have had a 
holier than thou attitude about a lot of things, about you, Denise and 
about your marriage to Lynn -- about myself, believing that I was 
somehow better, above what you enjoy openly and without reservation. I 
just want to say, my views of God haven't changed, but my views of 
people have. I don't intend to take myself so seriously any more. I'm 
going to take the time to enjoy life and those around me without 
judging, and that includes having a man in my life. Paul has consented 
to move in with me. He's going to finish college in Seattle."

"Wow, this is kind of sudden, isn't it?" asked Lynn.

"She's not telling you everything," said Paul, "I've asked her to marry 
me."

"And...?" asked Lynn smiling.

"And I said yes!" beamed Sarah.

There were smiles and congratulations all around. Lynn felt regret that 
she would be losing her lover, but was stunned and thrilled to hear 
Sarah say, "Paul has agreed that we will stay faithful to each other... 
except when we come to visit you. I know I'm not yet the woman you are 
Lynn, my body is not as desirable and I haven't begun to know what you 
do about pleasing a man. Paul says he just can't give you up entirely. 
So when we are here, I give my permission for the two of you to share a 
bed."

"And what about us?" asked Yvette.

"I think a two for one trade isn't a bad deal at all," said Sarah 
smiling coyly.

They all laughed and Denise found a bottle of Champagne with which to 
toast the couple and their engagement.

Sarah accepted the glass of wine without hesitation.

"Trying to get me drunk again?" she smiled. "You know I should be upset 
with you about that."

"Notice any difference in the taste of this Champagne?" asked Denise

Sarah took a sip or two.

"Yes, it has a completely different taste. The Champagne last night was 
a lot sweeter."

"It should have been," chuckled Denise, "what you were drinking last 
night was nothing but seltzer and white grape juice."

"You mean...?" gasped Sarah.

"That's right. There wasn't a drop of alcohol in anything you drank 
last night."

"Drugs?"

"Nope."

Sarah looked at them sheepishly. "Then I wasn't drunk or drugged, I 
just wanted it to happen so badly I let myself believe I was drunk to 
give myself an excuse for letting you strip me and have your way with 
me."

"No wonder you were so easy to seduce," said Paul, "you wanted it all 
the time!"

"No, that's not true... at least I didn't know I wanted it so badly. I 
really thought..."

"Shows you what your mind can do if it wants something badly enough," 
said Denise. "You see Sarah, you were able to change grape juice to 
Champagne!"

They all laughed, including a thoroughly embarrassed Sarah who, only a 
day ago, would have been outraged.

"You've come a long way in just a day," smiled Lynn.

"What do you mean?" asked Sarah.

"In only one day, you've learned to be a little less judgmental, to 
accept your own sexuality and, perhaps most important, you've learned 
to laugh at yourself."

Sarah smiled in partial agreement.

"Important yes, but the most important is that I have found someone to 
love."

"Touche!" laughed Denise as they all drank another toast.

Oh, there is just one more thing," added Sarah, looking to Denise.

"What's that?" asked Lynn's husband.

"With your permission, Paul and I would like to have Lynn spend the 
next few nights with us. I have a lot to learn and Paul has... well a 
very healthy appetite for his mother."

"Of course," smiled Denise, "by all means. Yvette and I will find a few 
inventive ways of keeping ourselves amused. Lynn, until they leave, you 
belong to the two of them. Give them whatever they want."

"I will," answered Lynn, "and Denise?"

Her mistress turned back and their eyes met.

"Thank you."

"Just make our guests happy, Lynn."

"I will, I promise."

The next few nights could only be described as sexual marathons as Lynn 
and Sarah provided Paul and each other with every part of their bodies 
in every conceivable way. As the sun was rising on the fourth day of 
the three sharing a bed, Lynn lay watching Sarah take Paul in her anus. 
His massive member, powerful strokes and unbelievable recovery time 
between orgasm and erection were a source of amazement to her. He had 
taken each of them at least four or five times during the night and 
still he pounded poor Sarah unmercifully. Lynn's body had become 
conditioned to frequent sex, but Sarah had only been deflowered five 
days ago. Her mouth, anus and nest all ached with the soreness of near 
constant "abuse". To her credit, thought Lynn, Sarah was taking him 
with an enthusiasm that Lynn knew her younger sister could not possibly 
feel. Well, thought Lynn, she's a much better lover than four days ago, 
but he still wants me. She was afraid Sarah's feelings had been hurt 
when, on the first night, Paul had grabbed his mother, torn off her 
clothes and climbed between her legs as Sarah simply watched. But Sarah 
had accepted the fact that Paul would always harbor a desire to get 
into Lynn's pants and so had, at first, watched to learn what made her 
older sister so desirable to her son. Lynn smiled as Paul orgasmed and 
withdrew, semen still dripping.

"Let momma clean that up for you," smiled Lynn as she took him in her 
mouth and began sucking every last drop from him. No "man" has ever 
pleasured me as much as Paul, she thought to herself... except... The 
image of the ruggedly handsome man who had first seduced her and then 
introduced her to a life of sexuality flashed through her mind. 
Peter... just the name was enough to make her wet, her mind wandering 
as she brought Paul to semi-erection.

"I've got to pee," he said.

"Here's one we haven't tried," Lynn said to Sarah, "Paul's going to 
fill your ass full of pee and then you're going to fill the bed."

She saw the pain in Sarah's eyes. She was willing, but Paul had just 
reamed her and she was so sore she could hardly turn over.

"On second thought, you watch this time," said Lynn getting on all 
fours and taking Paul in her rear. In a few seconds, she felt the urine 
begin to flow and her bowels begin to fill. By the time Paul's bladder 
was empty, Lynn's bowels felt as if they would burst. Paul withdrew and 
he and Sarah looked on as Lynn began to relax her bowels and bladder 
and the first waste and urine began seeping out. The last man to fill 
her bowels with urine had been Peter. She had loved it so that he had 
violated his "Black Bitch" and then watched as her bowels and bladder 
voided themselves uncontrollably.

"Can't hold it... any... more," she whimpered as both her bowels and 
bladder wrenched control from her and emptied themselves on the bed.

As her body convulsed in expelling every last drop, Lynn's mind was in 
another place and another time as she silently mouthed the words, 
"Peter, Peter" as she collapsed on the bed among her own waste.

The following day Yvette, Paul and Sarah left the island; Paul and 
Sarah to arrange for Paul's move to Seattle and Yvette to give Denise 
and Lynn a last night alone together before they were to leave on their 
honeymoon.

As they lay in bed in each other's arms, Lynn suddenly propped her head 
on her arm.

"Question."

"Shoot," replied Denise.

"Any more surprises?"

"Not for the moment."

"Then..."

"Yes darling, it's time you went off the pill."

Lynn was thrilled as she rolled over and spread her legs for her 
mistress.


CHAPTER NINE

They left the next day for a seven-month world tour. Their first stop, 
Europe, where Lynn was overwhelmed with the history, architecture and 
people. She was surprised to learn that Denise was fluent in four 
languages and could read three more. With such an experienced travel 
guide, Lynn was finally living her dream, seeing the world with her 
husband, lover and mistress.

They made passionate love each night, Denise bathing Lynn's womb with 
semen. When her period arrived on schedule three weeks later, Lynn 
didn't really attach too much importance to it. After all, she had only 
been off the pill a short time and the pill's effects took a while to 
dissipate. When another month rolled by and she still was not pregnant, 
Lynn was disappointed but determined, not only offering herself to her 
husband at night, but at every opportunity during the day as well. Her 
third period arrived and Lynn could not hide her disappointment.

"Maybe we're trying too hard," suggested Denise. "Let's just relax, 
enjoy our tour and let things happen naturally."

"But my clock is ticking Denise. I'll soon be forty!"

"Which means simply that I'll now be married to the most beautiful and 
sexy forty year old in the world."

Lynn smiled. "You do love me, don't you?"

"More than you will ever know," responded the blonde, "now spread your 
legs. I want some tight Black pussy."

When the fourth month passed and Lynn still had not conceived, she 
began to despair even though Denise reassured her it was much too early 
to "panic". Asia was mysterious and thrilling, but there remained at 
the back of Lynn's mind the unrelenting desire to conceive. She began 
propping up her legs after Denise had filled her womb to allow her 
husband's seed to flow deeper within her. She consulted several books 
on fertility and charted her most productive days, encouraging Denise 
to take her especially often during those times. And still, after the 
fifth month, Lynn was barren.

Lynn continued to be awe struck with the wonders of a world she hardly 
knew existed. A visit to Australia was exhilarating while the South 
Seas islands were both breathtaking and relaxing as they spent as many 
days sunning on the beautiful beaches as they did sightseeing.

And each night they spent making love, Lynn now from a growing sense of 
desperation. Denise tried to console her, but Lynn was beginning to 
become despondent.

Their first argument came in Rio, the last stop on their tour. Lynn had 
taken no interest in a shopping spree with Denise who, in turn, had 
suggested some sight seeing and a romantic dinner, but again Lynn could 
muster little interest.

"Look Lynn, we'll keep trying. I know how much this baby means to 
you... to us both."

"I'm sorry, It's just that these things, this round the world trip, as 
wonderful as it has been, just doesn't seem all that important any 
more."

"Oh? And how about us Lynn, are we important any more?"

"I didn't mean..."

"Perhaps you did. What if we find we can't have children Lynn, what 
then?"

"I... I..."

"Your indecision is answer enough. Perhaps you'd better take some time 
to think about what you really want Lynn."

"I do love you Denise, it's just that..."

"That what? That you won't love me as much if we can't have children?"

"No... but you can't know how much I want to have your child."

"What you need to decide is how much you want me!" said Denise, 
grabbing her purse. "I'm going shopping."

With that she turned and was out the door.

Lynn, despondent and a bit miffed at Denise who she felt didn't 
understand, sat in the hotel room staring out the window. She suddenly 
realized that over a year ago, as a bored housewife, she had sat 
staring out a window wishing for what she then considered a mere 
fantasy. Yet, she had met Peter at the planetarium, he had seduced her 
and her life had been turned upside down -- all for the better, she 
thought, especially since meeting and falling in love with Denise. Yet 
Gary, her then husband, as unimaginative in bed as he was, did give her 
a child.

She looked down at her bare midriff, longing to see it swell. Her life 
with Denise, as erotic and wonderful as it was, was simply not 
complete. A child would make everything perfect. How she wanted to, one 
final time, bear a child and bring her life to total fulfillment.

The ring of the phone startled her.

"Hello."

"Lynn?" came the voice from the other end.

There was instant recognition of the voice she had not heard in almost 
a year.

"Peter?"

"Yes, I want to see you."

Her heart fluttered.

"Peter, I don't think that's such a good..."

"Lynn, I want you."

"Oh Peter, you have lots of women..."

"None who have been able to satisfy me and my friends like you, Lynn."

"Peter, I'm married."

"Yes, to Denise. I know."

"How did you find me?" she asked flabbergasted to hear from her former 
lover and master.

"I've been trailing the two of you for weeks. This is the first time 
Denise has left you alone."

"How did you know that?"

"I'm rich remember? I hire people to let me know things."

"You've been spying on us?

"No, not spying. I wouldn't so that. I've simply had someone watch to 
see if there was a time when you were alone so I could talk with you."

Again, Lynn had to catch her breath. Just the sound of his voice was 
enough to make her heart pound in her chest.

"I want to see you Lynn, now."

"Peter, I can't. I'm married. Denise..."

"Need never know that we have seen each other. Come to me Lynn, the 
Hilton, it's only two blocks away."

"Peter, I..."

"Room 312, fifteen minutes."

There was a click. He had hung up just the way he used to summon her to 
adulterous trysts.

Lynn walked the floor as she tried to dismiss his summons. She told 
herself over and over that she was in love with Denise, that she must 
remain faithful, that there was so much to lose, yet less than ten 
minutes later, she had changed into a short mini skirt, revealing 
blouse and spike heels and was on her way to the Hilton.

"I've missed you," he said, pulling her into his arms, closing the door 
and kissing her to breathlessness.

"Peter, I can't..."

But her protest was lost in another forceful kiss that she at first 
resisted, then surrendered and returned passionately.

"Strip for me Lynn," he half requested, half demanded."

"Peter, I'm married."

"You were married the first time we met. It didn't stop you then."

"That was different..."

"Oh really? You protested then about coming to my boat, but you did 
because there was something missing from your marriage and you knew I 
could give it to you."

"Are you saying...?

"If there weren't something missing from your current marriage, you 
wouldn't be here now."

"I... that is..."

Lynn knew she had no response.

"Whatever's missing from your marriage to Denise, I can provide. Not 
enough sex? Not kinky enough?"

"No, you don't understand. It's nothing like that. It's..."

"What Lynn? You've never had trouble talking to me."

"It's... I want a baby and so far I haven't been able to get pregnant."

"You want a baby and Denise can't give you one."

"I'm not saying it's her fault."

"You had a child before. It's obviously not you."

"I don't know that for sure. Maybe..."

"Oh come on Lynn, quit denying it. Denise simply can't give you what 
you want. I can!"

"You? But with your lifestyle, you're just not the type who..."

"Who would want to breed his beautiful Black bitch?"

Lynn heart skipped a beat. He still knew how to arouse her.

"You think I wouldn't love to fill your womb full of sperm and then 
watch you belly swell?"

"I..."

Lynn was getting hotter by the moment as Peter's persuasive and 
seductive voice worked on Lynn's erotic nature and now, in addition, to 
her desperate need to bear a child.

"I've give you a child Lynn. We'll raise it together. Your days will 
belong to the baby and your night's to me!"

"Oh Peter, you make it sound so inviting!"

"It can all be yours Lynn."

"But what about Denise?"

"You managed one divorce, you can manage another."

"But..."

"But nothing Lynn. You passed by the opportunity to be with me once. 
Life seldom affords a second opportunity. It will not afford a third."

There was still uncertainty in Lynn's eyes, but Peter saw the 
resistance crumbling.

"You belonged to me. You were my Black mistress, my love slave."

"That was almost a year ago."

"I never consented to let you go. In reality, you still belong to me"

"I... I know," Lynn spoke softly, subserviently.

"I'm going in the other room for a few moments. If you want to go back 
to Denise, simply leave while I'm gone. If you want to accept my offer, 
you know what to do."

Peter closed the door between the adjoining rooms and waited three 
minutes before walking back into the bedroom. He smiled broadly to see 
Lynn naked, spread-eagled on the bed and awaiting her master's rod.


CHAPTER TEN

Lynn hurried back to her hotel. She and Peter had made love for over 
two hours. He had suggested she simply leave with him then and there, 
but Lynn had insisted she owed Denise more than to simply sneak away. 
She told Peter she would find the appropriate time to break the news 
and then she would go with him anywhere he wanted. He reluctantly 
agreed and they parted, but not before they again drove each other to 
another in a series of breathtaking orgasms, Lynn's labial lips sucking 
every drop of his hot seed deep into her womb.

Lynn found the room still empty and began to wonder if Denise had 
really been angry enough to leave her. But minutes later the blonde 
appeared with a bouquet of flowers in hand for her wife.

"I don't want you to think for a minute that I don't want this baby as 
much as you do."

Lynn looked at her husband with renewed admiration.

"I have a suggestion," said Denise, "We have another three weeks left 
of our honeymoon..."

"It has been wonderful, Denise!" replied Lynn.

"It's been wonderful for us both. But what I am suggesting is that we 
both have a physical when we get back."

"All right, if you think it will help," responded Lynn.

"And in the meantime..."

There was a twinkle in Denise's eye as she pointed toward the bed.

Lynn smiled, but her feelings were very torn at this moment. 
Nevertheless, she lost her clothes within seconds and her reservations 
soon after. No one, she decided later, after another marathon of 
lovemaking, could excite and satisfy her like Denise... except Peter.

They had no more than returned to the island when Lynn called and made 
appointments for them both for a few days later. When they arrived at 
the clinic, Denise was met by a young male doctor who led her into a 
separate examining room. Lynn was led into different room where she was 
examined by a woman doctor who decided to run a second test, then 
excused herself to get the results while Lynn wanted. She reappeared 
with a broad smile on her face.

Mrs. Fleming, I have doubly good news for you. You are not only 
fertile, you are pregnant!"

"Are you sure?" gasped Lynn.

"Absolutely, about four weeks by my reckoning."

Lynn did a little mental arithmetic. It was Peter's.

"Uh I'd like this kept private," she said.

"Want some time to break the news? Of course, all medical records are 
confidential."

Lynn was both joyful and frightened as she waited for Denise in the 
waiting room. She now had the baby she wanted, Peter's baby. Deep 
within she wished it were Denise's. Peter could excite her like no one 
else and his lovemaking was without comparison, but she knew he was 
giving her this baby to keep her with him. He might grow to love it 
eventually, but it was Denise who would truly share in parenting, who 
wanted the child as much as she did, who would revel in the birth and 
life of their child. And it was Denise who loved her, not just for her 
body and the pleasure it could bring, as did Peter, but who valued and 
respected her, even if she could be frightening when she felt betrayed. 
She wished she could have the best from both.

Then it struck her, she could! Lynn decided she would tell Denise the 
baby was hers. She would have the baby and she and Denise would raise 
"their" baby and continue to share their lives and happiness. She 
would, of course, have to find a way to tell Peter that, once again, 
she had chosen Denise, but somehow she would find a way. Lynn smiled as 
the world had suddenly become wonderful again. She waited for Denise 
with hope in her heart for the first time in months.

Denise emerged and they hugged.

"Let's go home," uttered Denise, obviously demoralized.

The ride home was silent for the first mile.

"I have some good news," offered Lynn.

"Well I don't," countered Denise tearfully. "They ran the tests twice, 
just to be sure. I'm... I'm sterile Lynn. I'll never be able to give 
you a child."

Lynn's world came crashing around her shoulders. Just moments ago she 
was close to revealing her pregnancy, claiming the baby as Denise's. 
Now that was impossible. Lynn's mind whirled but she couldn't get past 
the utter dejection that Denise was feeling at this moment. She tried 
to console her husband without much effect as she tried to imagine what 
she would do next.

That night it was Lynn who held Denise in her arms as the blonde cried 
on her shoulder. And for the first time since they were married, they 
did not make love.

Over the next few days Lynn tried consoling Denise who was taking the 
news much harder than Lynn had imagined she would. Lynn, secretly 
thrilled to be pregnant, continued to act as crestfallen as her 
husband. Lynn did feel compassion for Denise and especially in view of 
how much Denise obviously wanted the child, but Lynn now felt boxed in, 
her options limited.

The next evening, while Denise was walking on the beach alone, Lynn 
received a phone call from Peter urging her to leave with him 
immediately. She promised him she would tell Denise soon. Lynn, at 
last, out of options, decided that she must keep her original 
commitment to Peter. She now carried his child and Denise would be 
furious to learn she had been to bed with Peter behind her back and 
would, Lynn knew, never accept the child knowing it was Peter's. So as 
painful as it would be, Lynn decided she would tell Denise and leave 
with Peter as soon as Denise had come to grips with her disappointment.

The next day Denise surprisingly seemed much better, but before Lynn 
could ask to talk with her, Denise mysteriously mentioned a secret 
mission and took the boat to the main island. Lynn rehearsed all day 
how and what she would tell Denise. Yet when she ran them through in 
her mind, they all seemed callous and cold. She wanted more than 
anything not to hurt Denise, but no matter how she said it, there was 
no way she could avoid breaking the woman's heart.

A little after dark Denise returned, smiling and extraordinarily happy.

"I have a surprise for you," smiled her husband.

Lynn could take no more. She was stressed to the limit from bearing the 
secret of her pregnancy and now she was faced with hurting the one 
person she truly loved. Her emotions frayed, Lynn burst out with 
"Please, no more surprises. I can't take it any more!"

"What do you mean?"

"I..."

Lynn was interrupted by the phone. Denise's face turned to stone when 
she heard the voice on the other end.

"Excuse me Lynn, this is important."

Puzzled, Lynn went into the other room.

"Hello Peter.You want what? I really don't think... Oh, very well. All 
right, come on up to the house. What? Alone? All right, give me a few 
minutes."

Denise set down the phone.

"I'm sorry darling," she said sticking her head through the doorway, 
"that was your... um... surprise," she lied. But I need to get you away 
from the house for awhile."

"Denise I don't feel like a surprise right now, I have something to 
tell you."

"Well, at least let me get your surprise taken care of. We can talk in 
the morning. OK?"

"All right," sighed Lynn. "I'll take a walk out to the cove."

"Perfect... and Lynn?"

The beautiful brown-eyed woman turned back.

"You're going to like this surprise, I just know it."

"Denise, I don't want... oh forget it," Lynn said turning and walking 
out of the house.

"Now, what the hell do you want?" asked Denise after she had led Peter 
into the living room.

"Nice to see you too," he replied.

"I assume you haven't come to pass the time of day. What is it you want 
and why did you insist that Lynn not be here?"

"Because I have something to tell you. Lynn has been trying to tell you 
for some time now. She is leaving you Denise. She's coming away with 
me."

"You're joking."

"Would I come all the way out here for a joke?"

"Why hasn't she told me, if this is true?"

"Because, knowing Lynn, she can't stand the thoughts of hurting your 
feelings. She's weak, Denise. You know that. If she were here right 
now, she'd be frozen in fear and probably unable to say anything. 
Frankly, I'm tired of waiting for her to approach you."

"And just when did she agree to this?"

"About four months ago, in Rio."

"In Rio? How...?"

"She met me in my hotel room one afternoon."

"And you fucked her?"

"For over two hours. You were away on a shopping expedition at the 
time. She agreed then to come with me. She just wanted some time to be 
able to break it to you."

"So you've decided to do it for her."

"Exactly. I'll be by in the morning with my boat. I want her ready."

"Oh you want her ready do you? With her clothes off and her legs 
spread, I assume?"

Denise's anger was building rapidly. Peter's smile did not help.

"I don't care whether she has any clothes on or not. She won't have 
them on ten seconds after she boards."

"And just what makes you think she will leave with you?"

He smiled as his hand came up to cradle his crotch.

"You're not the only one who can give her pleasure," sneered Denise.

"But the difference is I don't shoot blanks."

"What do you...?"

"She told me she wants a baby and it's obvious you can't give her one. 
I'll knock her up to keep her happy. She won't have to miss anything. 
I'll got some friends who get off on fucking pregnant women. If I tell 
her to, she'll probably be getting fucked in the ass at the moment 
she's delivering."

"You pig!"

"Maybe so, but this pig is gonna have that Black bitch as his private 
whore."

"Never!" shouted Denise, the rage evident in her eyes.

"Think you can stop me?" he spat.

"As a matter of fact... yes!" she said coldly as her hand withdrew a 
small caliber pistol from the drawer.

Peter's eyes went wide, his hands came up in an automatic gesture of 
defense, there was a "phutt", "phutt" from the silencer and he crumpled 
onto the floor.

Denise checked his body for signs of life. There were none.

"Elena," she called on the intercom, "Tell Captain Alfredo I will be 
taking the boat out tonight... alone."

****************************************

In the early morning Denise quietly crawled in bed with Lynn, pulling 
the Black woman, who was lying on her side facing the other direction, 
against her.

"Sorry I'm so late. Your... surprise was not what I expected and I had 
to return it."

"I told you I didn't want any more surprises," Lynn's voice came sadly.

"Tomorrow, you'll feel differently, I promise."

"Denise, I..."

"Shhhhhh, we'll talk tomorrow," said Denise her erection rubbing 
against Lynn's rear.

"Denise, I... please, not tonight."

"All right if that's what you want," replied Denise rolling over and 
away from her lover.

And once again, Denise and Lynn did not make love.

****************************************

The next morning Lynn pulled herself form bed, dreading what she must 
do. Denise, on the other hand, seemed especially chipper.

"Darling, I've planned a wonderful day for us. We're going to take the 
boat out, just the two of us. I've had Elena pack us a picnic lunch. 
We'll stay out and sleep on the boat tonight. I've even stocked that 
Chablis you like so well."

"Denise, we need to talk."

"Of course and we will, on the boat. Now come on, go get ready."

Lynn was anything but enthused, but she thought that at least on the 
boat they would be alone and she could deliver her difficult message in 
private and without interruptions. So she put on the yellow bikini that 
Denise liked so well and they boarded the forty-foot cruiser. After 
they cleared the harbor, Denise set the course with the GSL electronic 
satellite locator and the two spent the day sunning and picnicking. 
Lynn loved sailing and for a while was able to lose herself in the wind 
and the sea, but she knew she had to get this over with and the longer 
it went on, the more difficult it was going to be.

"Denise, I have to tell you something."

"OK just as soon as I show you my surprise," said Denise reaching into 
her purse for a piece of paper.

Lynn could not go through another of Denise's surprises, not when she 
was about to tell the woman their life together was ending.

"No Denise. No surprise. I have to tell you something terribly 
important."

Denise looked disappointed as she shoved the piece of paper back into 
her purse.

"OK, what's so important?"

"I... we... I just don't know any other way to say this Denise. I don't 
want to hurt you but... I'm leaving, Denise. Peter has asked me to go 
with him and I told him I would."

"Peter, But why?" asked Denise, sounding surprised.

"I'm carrying his child Denise."

"You're what?"

"I'm pregnant. Peter is the father."

"You've been screwing Peter?"

Lynn dropped her eyes.

"Yes... I... it happened in Rio. He... he called and I went to his 
hotel."

"And you fucked him."

"I... yes," was all Lynn could think to say.

"And now you're going to have his baby?"

"Yes."

Lynn could not see the icy stare from behind Denise's sunglasses.

"So now the two of you are running away together."

"He's waiting for me to tell you. As soon as I call him he'll bring his 
boat to get me."

"And just like that our marriage, our life is over?"

Again, Lynn was at a loss for words.

"I'm sorry..."

"So am I Lynn, I had what I hoped was a surprise which would make us 
both very happy, but your bombshell has destroyed it entirely."

"Maybe we'd better head back. I... I'll call Peter. He can come get me 
tonight."

"Yes, I think you and Peter do belong together. Right up until a moment 
ago I thought you and I would spend our lives together. Now it seems 
you want to be with him."

"I'm sorry Denise," was all Lynn could manage."

Denise rose and went to the cabin, noting their position from the GSL, 
a unit that takes its position from a satellite in orbit, so accurate 
it can place you within a few feet of any location on earth. Denise 
noted the readout and satisfied they had reached the same deserted spot 
in deep water she had visited last night, cut the engine, then walked 
to Lynn, reached out and ripped off the top of her bikini.

"What are you doing?" cried Lynn.

"You've just told me our life together is over. I think you owe me one 
last piece of ass, don't you?" sneered Denise.

"Denise, maybe we'd better just go."

"Oh come on now Lynn, just one last fuck before you and Peter ride off 
into the sunset."

Denise grabbed the bottom and tore it away, leaving Lynn nude and 
feeling uncomfortable, for the first time, in having Denise see her 
naked.

"Denise, please!"

"Oh come on Lynn just one last piece? Surely you owe me that!"

Lynn was growing more uncomfortable by the moment, but she thought the 
sooner she gave Denise what she wanted, the sooner they could get 
started back.

"All... All right."

"Here," indicated Denise pointing to the rail.

"I don't know..." balked Lynn.

"Oh come on now just bend over the rail, let me take it up your ass one 
final time and then you can join Peter."

"Well... all right," relinquished the beautiful Black, bending over the 
boat's rail, her upper torso on the outside, the rail running across 
her waist, her legs still on the deck.

"Bend over farther Lynn. Grab your ankles."

Lynn did as she was bidden, her rear now high in the air and easily 
accessible to Denise.

Lynn did not see the belt that Denise hurriedly slipped on, another 
huge strap on dildo, three inches longer and considerably larger around 
than the one Denise had used on Maria and Lynn earlier.

"God, no!" screamed Lynn as the first eight inches were shoved into her 
rectum without lubrication.

"That's for fucking Maria behind my back, you Black slut!"

Lynn shrieked as Denise buried another eight inches in the tight anus 
that was now in agony.

"And that's for fucking Peter behind my back!"

"Pleeeeeese!" begged Lynn in futility as her insides felt as if they 
would explode.

"And this," screamed Denise at the helpless woman who was being kept 
off balance by her attacker, her vicious thrusts threatening to propel 
the wife into the sea, "is for throwing away everything we had 
together!"

Lynn reached back, extracted the piece of paper she had started to show 
Lynn earlier, withdrew suddenly, leaving Lynn howling in pain, crammed 
the paper in her anal canal and then reinserted the dildo and rammed it 
forward with all her might. Lynn screamed in agony before fainting.

Denise withdrew the dildo and stood behind the unconscious woman whose 
body was still draped across the boat's rail. As Lynn began to come to, 
Denise bent down grabbing the woman's ankles.

"A great piece of ass as always Lynn, but now since you and Peter want 
to be together..."

Denise suddenly lifted Lynn by her ankles, pitching her forward and 
over the rail. The naked woman was brought back to full consciousness 
by her sudden immersion in the ocean water. She came up spitting water.

"Denise what are you doing?" she begged, tears streaming.

"Why Lynn dear, I'm just making it possible for you and Peter to be 
together."

"What do you mean?" she cried, but her voice could not be heard above 
the roar of the boat's engines revving to life.

"Denise, don't leave me... please!" pleaded Lynn as Denise engaged the 
engines and the boat began to pull away.

"You told me you would take me to Peter!" Lynn cried.

"You'll find him soon enough!" shouted Denise as she gunned the engines 
and the boat roared away.

"Come back! Please come back!" wept Lynn as the boat quickly shrank in 
size and then disappeared.

Lynn treaded water while she looked in every direction. Land was no 
where in sight and in reality Denise had dumped her in deep ocean at 
least a hundred miles from the nearest land.

Lynn began crying and the tears were still running down her cheeks when 
the first dark form appeared gliding noiselessly under the surface, 
wary at first, then darting closer as it became bolder. Lynn felt 
something brush her leg roughly and then pass by. She began looking in 
all directions, fear gripping her, tightening her chest and making 
breathing difficult. She never saw the dark shape approach from behind, 
the mouth open and the ragged sets of teeth close powerfully. Suddenly 
there was pain and a softball-sized piece of flesh was missing from her 
right buttock. She began screaming as the water began to fill with 
blood, her legs thrashing about which, combined with the blood, was now 
attracting other dark shapes. She caught a glimpse of the approaching 
shape a moment before she screamed in agony as her left breast was torn 
completely from her body. Another lunge and her right foot was gone, 
another and eight inches of her thigh was missing. Lynn was in shock as 
her body was being ripped apart by the hungry sharks. Blood permeated 
the water now and the individual bites became a feeding frenzy. Her 
right cheek and eye were ripped from the woman who could no longer even 
scream in agony. As her legs spasmed open, a set of teeth ripped away 
her vagina and anus, freeing the piece of paper which had been so 
cruelly embedded in her rectum, drifting in the water as the carnage 
continued. Lynn Fleming, although in shock, was actually conscious 
until the moment a mouth closed over her neck severing her spinal cord 
and decapitating her. The feeding frenzy continued for several minutes 
until there was virtually nothing left of what had once been a 
beautiful and vivacious woman.

In a bit of irony, Lynn's femur, now totally stripped of meat floated 
down to the bottom landing only inches from the few remaining bones of 
Peter Dannon. The paper, torn in the frenzy, settled next to Lynn's 
white gnawed bone. All that was still legible was the title 
"APPLICATION FOR ADOPTION".

*****************************************

When Denise returned, she was met by Yvette wearing a see through 
negligee.

"So Lynn really left?" she asked as they made their way to the bedroom.

"Yes, she and Peter have gone away where they can be alone together."

"And they won't be coming back?" asked the redhead expectantly.

"I think we've seen the last of Lynn and Peter."

"Are you all right?" asked Yvette.

"Why shouldn't I be?" replied Lynn untying Yvette's negligee and 
letting it fall to the floor, "I'm in the company of a beautiful woman 
who's a much better fuck than Lynn ever was."

"What will you do now?" asked Denise's companion.

"Oh, perhaps I'll look for a woman, a real woman, a woman who knows how 
to fuck and who knows how to be true to me."

"I can be that woman, Denise," said Yvette lying back on the bed and 
spreading her legs.

"Can you Yvette? Can you really?"

"Let me show you."

"Oh, I intend to. Just don't forget what will happen if you don't stay 
true to me."

"And what's that?" the redhead said coyly.

"I'll feed you to the sharks," said Denise smiling, pinching Yvette on 
her buttocks.

They both laughed as Denise buried her cock in the woman's warm and 
satisfying cunt.