Christine's Enslavement

Hello every one. This is a little story that I wrote in honor of Wife # 24 in the Your Wife's Lovers section of Dark Wanderer. I hope that you, as well as they enjoy it. There are so many sexy wives in that section that I would love to write about. However, I shall be taking a vacation from writing these stories for a few months. I should be able to return in the fall. Till then. ****************************** Christine's Enslavement By Carol Collins Paul was just putting the finishing touches on the report that was due on Monday morning. He had worked especially hard for the last month to finish this research and had been out of town for the last week. He was glad that the report was completed by the deadline because he was due to begin a much-deserved vacation. Christine had finagled a vacation from her job, too. Two glorious weeks with nothing to do but relax and make love to his sexy wife. Paul emailed the report to the main office and leaned back in his chair to glance out the window. The weather was cooperating. It was summer in Alaska; the temperature was warm and the skies were clear. Tonight would be a perfect night out on the town for he and Christine. Paul turned off the computer and left the office to check on Christine. He had showered and shaved before he had put on his white western dress shirt, new blue jeans, black leather belt, and shiny new black cowboy boots. He liked to dress up in comfortable western clothing when they were going out to eat. He passed through the front hallway and was just in time to see his pretty blonde haired wife descending the staircase. Christine Green was a very pretty woman of just over thirty years of age. She had natural dark blonde shoulder length hair with deep blue eyes that twinkled when she was excited about something. Her "Mona Lisa" smile was both friendly and mysterious. She had a shapely figure of 34C-29-32 and only weighed a trim one hundred five pounds. At five foot two inches tall, she was ten inches shorter than her husband was, unless, like tonight, she was wearing high heel shoes. She had missed Paul's companionship while he was away. Christine had grown tired of seeking sexual relief from her fingers during the last week and had definite plans for some loving when they returned home later that night. She was smiling at her husband as she stepped down from the bottom step. Paul encircled Christine's small waist as he bent over to kiss her sweet luscious red lips. He loved the way she looked in her new cocktail dress. It was made of a black velvet material that hugged her curves in all the right places. It had spaghetti shoulder straps that held up the low cut top that allowed anyone interested in looking, and most men would be interested, to see the tops of her wonderfully firm breasts. The hemline ended at mid thigh. Since this was a special occasion, Christine had worn her black silk and nylon blended thigh high stockings. Under the dress was just a pair of crotchless black silk panties. Her large firm breasts were unencumbered by a brassiere. She was going to let her hubby know how she was dressed later that night when they were on their way back to the privacy of their home. She knew he would be turned on because of her brazenly going out in public dressed the way she was. Christine finally pulled back after Paul's lips parted from her own. Paul asked, "Well, Little Mrs. Green, are you ready for a restaurant meal and some dancing?" Christine said that she had been looking forward to tonight for over two weeks. She picked up her matching black velvet jacket and purse as they went out the door to her sports car. She sat in the passenger seat as her husband drove the few miles to town. Occasionally, he would let his hand fall onto her silk covered knee and he would caress her thigh for a few minutes as he teased his sexy wife. Paul also had plans for his wife when they returned home later tonight. He had missed her while was gone and had plans for some wild passionate love making. They had discussed where to go for dinner. It had been decided to go to the Gas Light Club for both dinner and dancing. Both loved Jazz and it certainly had the best music in town. Paul found a nice parking space and went around to open Christine's car door for her. She smiled sweetly as she swung her legs out of the car, exposing the tops of her stockings as she did so. Paul was all smiles as she stood on tiptoes to plant a kiss on the side of his cheek. Christine took her husband's arm as they walked into the nightclub for supper and entertainment. They were seated at a table where they could hear the music and eat their meal at the same time. They were so engrossed in the music and each other that they failed to notice the attention that Christine had received from several black servicemen as they had passed by their table. Paul had thoroughly enjoyed his Prime Rib steak dinner and vodka on the rocks drinks. Christine had a smaller portion of steak (She knew that if a girl watches her figure that all the men would too) and a couple of glasses of white wine. By the time that they had finished their meals, they sat back and just gazed at each other for a few minutes as the band played some really good Jazz. "Things could not be any closer to perfect," Paul told his wife as he reached across the table and held her dainty hand in his. Christine smiled as she agreed. Christine wanted to dance. It had been too long since they had been out together. She pulled her husband up from the table and led him to the dance floor. It was a slow belly rubbing song. Christine put both of her arms around Paul's neck as he held her tightly and they swayed to the music. Christine lay her head on his chest and felt the warm fabric of his shirt against the side of her face. She felt so warm and safe in her husband's arms. She wished the feeling would never end. Unfortunately, the song ended and so did the dance. Christine collected her purse and jacket and they moved to a table in the ballroom. Neither of them thought about the four black servicemen that were already sitting at the next table. Four pairs of dark eyes watched the shapely body of the blonde in the black velvet cocktail dress as her husband held the chair for her as she sat down at the adjoining table. For the next hour, they listened to the music, watched the married woman and her husband as they danced and whispered amongst themselves. James was the leader of the group. He was trained to be a medic in the military. At six foot four inches, he was not the largest, but the others let him do most of the decision making. He was very intelligent and had a "thing" for blonde married women. Just watching the little blonde wife shake her cute ass on the dance floor had given him a hard on. He had not had sex in the month and a half that he had been stationed in Alaska and was beginning to get desperate. Paul and Christine were laughing as they returned from the dance floor. He ordered another round of drinks from the cute waitress. The couple had about cooled off when their fourth drinks of the evening arrived. The alcohol had relaxed Paul quite a bit. He had been tense on the job for the last few weeks and was enjoying the catharsis of letting go and indulging in music, dance and drink. Christine was feeling more relaxed herself. That's why she did not notice the stares that the black servicemen were giving her as she sat with her legs parted just a little too much. Not only could they plainly see that she was wearing regular stockings, instead of pantyhose, but they could see just enough of her panties to be able to tell that they were crotchless. Christine did not even realize that she was responsible for the four hard black cocks tenting their dress uniform trousers. Paul and Christine got up to dance after they had finished their drinks. Christine felt wonderfully relaxed as Paul held her in his strong arms. She swayed her sexy body in time to the beat of the music as they moved around the dance floor. She loved dancing and wished that they could go every night of the week. Dancing was just a form of fore play. After three more dances, they once again returned to their table to rest. Paul held the chair for his lovely wife to sit down, then he moved to sit in his chair. Things happened so fast, Paul was not sure exactly what happened. One moment, he was moving around the table to sit down, the next moment, he was sprawled on the floor with his right leg twisted up under him as he gazed up at the ceiling. Christine jumped up and went to check her husband. He had slipped and fell to the floor with a thud and a great deal of force. She had even thought that she had heard the sound of a breaking bone as he had landed. She almost slipped in the beer that some one had spilt on the floor next to Paul's chair. A hand reached out to catch her arm and steady her before she had fallen too. She looked up into the dark eyes of one of the black American serviceman. She heard him saying, "I'm a medic. Don't try to move him until I have had a chance to check him for injuries." Christine held her breath as she watched the military trained medic checking her husband for broken bones. Her heart almost stopped when he announced that Paul had a broken right leg. Paul was dazed by the hit on the back of his head as he had hit the floor. He looked up to see four black men in uniform reaching down and gently picking him up and felt a sharp pain in his right leg as one of them pulled it out to a semi-straightened position. Paul could hear one of the men telling the waitress to call an ambulance. He tried to get up, but was held down by one of the servicemen. "I'm a medic. Just lie back and take it easy. You've got a broken leg. An ambulance is on the way. You'll be fine. My name is James. What's yours?" Paul absorbed the fact that he had a broken leg before he answered. "My name is Paul. I must have slipped because of my new boots. Are you sure it's broken?" Paul laid his head back on the floor for a moment after he saw the tall dark man nod his head. He opened his eyes to see the worried look on his wife's face. "Well, Christine, It looks like the plans we had for the rest of the night are ruined!" Both he and Christine knew exactly what plans those were. James did too as he rearranged the bulge in the front of his trousers. The four servicemen stayed with the distraught couple as they awaited the arrival of the ambulance. Christine and James introduced themselves; then, James introduced the three others. Jones was a big six foot five inch tall hulking black man with extremely dark skin. Rodney was about six two and was thin. Bill was about six foot four inches tall and had extremely large hands. Paul was in too much pain to notice the way that the soldiers were undressing his wife with their eyes. Christine was too worried about her husband to notice. The paramedics arrived, and with the help of the four volunteers, easily managed to lift Paul onto the stretcher. Christine followed the paramedics out the door to load Paul into the ambulance. She had forgotten her purse and jacket. The paramedics let her ride in the back of the ambulance on the way to Providence Hospital. She was so concerned for her husband, she had forgotten completely about her car, her keys, her jacket and her purse. In the Emergency room, she waited outside the room as they set her husband's broken leg. She was told that she could go in as they applied the cast. She stood beside the table that he lay upon and held his hand. Thirty minutes later, they were told that they could go home. Including the X-rays, the total bill was over nineteen hundred dollars. Paul showed them his insurance card and they were free to go. That's when Christine thought of her purse, her jacket and her car sitting in the parking lot at the Gas Light Club! Paul was groggy from the painkillers that he had been given. It was up to Christine to find a way to get her husband and herself home. That's when she looked up to see James's smiling face as he approached her from across the waiting room. He carried in his hands, her purse and her jacket. Christine felt immediate relief. "We found these at your table after you had gone. We knew you would need them, so we brought them to you." Christine felt so grateful toward the black soldier she felt like kissing him right in the emergency room in front of her husband. Instead, she smiled her prettiest smile and graciously thanked him for being so kind. He pushed the wheel chair that Paul was slumped over in as they made their way to the emergency room exit. When they reached the doorway, Christine saw her car parked just outside. James told her, "I looked in your purse to see if I could find your phone number or address so that we could return it. I found a set of Porsche keys. When I saw th in the parking lot, I tried them and they opened the car door. The ignition key started the car, so, unless I got the wrong car, I brought your car to you." This time, since they were outside the hospital where no one else could see them, Christine did hug the tall black man's neck in gratitude. James put his large black hands around the blonde's small waist and held her shapely body tightly against his for a moment before he released her. After all, he did not want her to become too alarmed at the size of his hard cock as it was lengthening in his pants. It might scare the innocent little white wife away before he could complete his seduction plans. Christine looked up into the dark eyes of the kind stranger that had been so helpful to her and her injured husband in their time of need. She also had not failed to noticed the size of his equipment as it was uncoiling in his trousers. She hoped that he had not seen that her face was flushed as she turned to see if Paul needed anything before he was helped into the passenger seat of the sports car. A van pulled into the parking lot next to the Porsche. The other three servicemen climbed out and helped in the attempt to load poor Paul into the small sports car. Finally, after a few minutes of effort, with no success, James volunteered, "Your car is too small. Let us take him home in the back of the van. You can ride with us and Rodney can follow us in your car." Rodney made a face but kept his mouth shut. Christine expressed her gratitude for the offered assistance. Since Paul, with the cast on his right leg and already zonkered out on painkillers, would be difficult to get into the house by herself, she gratefully accepted the offered help. Paul was loaded into the middle seat of the van and immediately sprawled out on the bench seat in a state of semi-consciousness. Bill got in the driver's seat and Jones climbed into the front passenger seat. James assisted Christine as she slipped into the back seat of the van and he sat beside her for the journey to her and Paul's home. Setting in the back seat of the van with the tall dark handsome black man in his dashing uniform made Christine feel a little daring. Of course, with her husband sitting in the seat just forward of them, she still felt safe. But, James was a black man and the back of the van was dark, and she was still just a little drunk. She remembered the size of his penis as it has uncoiled itself against her tummy when she had hugged him for bringing her purse and auto to her at the hospital. She could feel the sexual tension in the air each time she glanced over at the serviceman that had been so helpful to her and her husband. Paul moaned and Christine stood up and leaned over the back of the seat he was on to make sure that he was all right. James did not waste such an opportunity to scope out the backs of the pretty blonde's thighs as she was bent over and her dress rose up to the tops of her shiny black stockings. By bending his neck a little, he was able to see some white thigh exposed above the re-inforced tops of the silk hose. His uncircumcised penis stretched the front of his dress uniform trousers as he thought about what he and his friends would do to the young white wife before the night was over. When Christine sat back down, she found that James had placed his arm across the back of the seat where she was sitting. They were almost away from the street lights of town as the van made it way toward her and her husband's isolated home in the country. The back of the vehicle was so dark, Christine could barely see the face of her Guardian Angel. She was surprised when she felt his thick soft lips close in on hers. She wanted to protest, but did not want to make a scene. On one hand, she did not know what she would have done if it had not been for James and his friends coming to her and Paul's aid. On the other hand, she was a married woman and she should not letting another man, and especially not a black man, kiss her in the back of a van while her husband was just a little more than two feet away. James's strong arms enfolded the little blonde and pulled her body towards him as his tongue penetrated between her sweet luscious red lips. Christine wanted him to stop, but also did not want to embarrass the man that had done so much for her and her husband in front of his friends. She ineffectually pushed against his big strong chest in an attempt to make him let her go. James ignored her struggles as his tongue delved deeper and his hands began to wander over her cute shapely body. James was pleasantly surprised when he began to squeeze and fondle Christine's large breasts. "Damn!" He thought to himself, "This bitch has some firm tits and she ain't wearing a bra!" One of his hands moved down into the low cut top of the reluctant wife's dress to pinch a firm nipple between his thumb and fingers. Christine doubled her efforts to break free for a minute or so, then, seemed to resign herself to her fate as she lay in his strong arms as he worked the shoulder straps of her dress off her shoulders and the top dropped down below her firm C cup breasts. James brought his thick lips from Christine's ruby red lips and wrapped them around her left nipple and applied suction. Her lips were now free to voice her disapproval, but she now found that she was speechless as the waves of pleasure emanated from her swollen nipples. When James switched to her right nipple, he felt the blonde wife's fingers caressing the back of his neck as he sucked as hard as he could on the excited nipple. Christine knew that she had lost control of the situation when she felt James's large black hand sliding up her thigh and moving toward her crotchless panties. She tried to squeeze her thighs together to deny him access to her womanly charms, but he was simply too strong for her. She felt his fingers first on the smooth soft white skin above her stocking tops, then on the soft trimmed fur covered vagina lips. She moaned as his middle finger wedged itself between the moist lips of her vagina and found her erect clitoris. Christine had had her eyes closed for the last several minutes as she had been kissed and her boobs had been sucked. When his fingers found her clitoris and began to massage it, her eyes flew open. She glanced to see if anyone else had noticed what was taking place in the back seat of the darkened van as it sped along the dark Alaskan roadway. Thankfully, no one else was paying attention to what James was doing to her. The alcohol in her brain was clouding her thought processes as she lay back against the back of the seat and let James spread her thighs apart so that he could slide down on the floor of the van and move between her thighs. He buried his head between her legs and placed them on his shoulders as he devoured her pussy as no one had ever done before. Bill and Jones were watching the action in the back seat through the front mirrors. They could see that James had gotten the blonde's dress top pulled down below her big titties and they could make out, even in the dim light, the color of her swollen nipples. Judging from the way that James had dropped from sight, they knew that he must be eating her juicy twat. Both had hard on's as they thought about how they would sink their stiff cocks into her cute white body after James had finished opening up and lubricating her tight little pussy. Poor Paul lay sprawled across the middle seat of the van, completely unaware of the fact that his sweet wife was having an orgasm as a black man ate her pussy better than he had ever done in their years of marriage. In his drug induced stupor, he thought he heard Christine crying out several times, but was unable to rouse himself out of his mental haze to check on her. They arrived at Paul and Christine's home before James could unleash his stiff cock and feed it to the blonde wife's wet vagina. Christine felt an immense relief when James let her go to fix her dress after the van had come to a halt in front of their front door. Jones got out of the front passenger seat and opened the sliding side door just as James had sat back down on the seat and Christine's dress was back to normal. Her hands were shaking from the three orgasms that she had experienced as James had eaten her box lunch. There was also a thin film of perspiration on her body from the intensity of her climaxes. Thankfully, no one seemed to pay the telltale signs of sex any mind as Paul was carried into the house. Christine's knees were still quivering and her hands were shaking after her orgasms. James took the keys from her and unlocked the door. She told them that the master bedroom was at the top of the stairs and her husband was carted of to bed. James gave Paul two more painkillers, even though Christine felt that he already had enough. She deferred to James's judgment. After all, he was a medic and had been so helpful. James turned off the light and they went back downstairs. Christine offered to pay the servicemen that had come to their aid only to be told that a drink would be almost all the payment that they wanted. She mixed the requested drinks for the four black servicemen and a glass of white wine for herself. She served the drinks and found that they and taken all of the chairs, leaving just a space between James and Bill on the sofa. She sat down as she sipped her drink. They made small talk for a few minutes until she heard a moan from upstairs. She excused herself for a moment to go check on Paul. James accompanied her. Paul was apparently okay. He had just moaned in his sleep as he had tried to turn over and had discovered that he had a cast on his right leg. Christine turned to go back down stairs only to bump into a smiling James. She turned her big blue eyes up to look into his dark eyes and was overpowered by his kiss as his arms encircled her small waist and practically swept her off her feet. It was almost a repeat of what had occurred in back of the van. Christine felt herself weakening as James's long thick tongue probed her throat and his large dark hands kneaded the shapely cheeks of her bottom through the black velvet of her cocktail dress. Her husband was unconscious as he lay in the bed just a few feet from his wife as she surrendered herself to the tall uniformed black man that had moved one of his questing hands to his wife's juicing vagina. Christine lost herself in the avalanche of sensations that came her way as James's middle finger penetrated deep inside her inner most channel, eliciting a moan from her throat even as his tongue was stroking in and out of her mouth. Christine felt the zipper on the back of her dress opening even as she heard the sensuous sound of it being unzipped. A moment later, her black dress was pooled around her high heel shoes. Christine stood in her own bedroom, wearing nothing but a pair of black silk crotchless panties, a pair of shiny black silk blended thigh high stockings, a pair of black high heel shoes and a lustful expression on her pretty face. Christine had looked forward to tonight for the last two weeks. It was not fair that on the night of Paul's return, as they were enjoying music and dance, before returning home for some serious loving, that her husband had slipped and broken his leg. Christine was so frustrated with sexual need, that when James stripped off his uniform, and Christine saw the size of his weapon, she nearly swooned. James was very excited. Christine Green had the best body of any of the white married girls that he had the pleasure of screwing. He had converted each of the other wives to black cock addiction, and felt that he would be just as successful with this one. When he slid his boxer shorts down and off his muscular black body, he saw how big the white wife's blue eyes could get. He proudly took his eleven inch uncircumcised black cock in his two hands and stroked it a few times, letting the foreskin roll back away from the dark purple head only to cover it back up when his hands moved forward again. A droplet of pre-cum glistened on the crown. Christine had heard that there were penises the size of James's big black cock, but she had never even imagined that she would ever see one. She felt her nipples and her clitoris expanding just from seeing the ramrod standing out in front of the black serviceman. The black ball sack that hung beneath his cock was equally impressive. It looked as if it held a pair of tennis balls. Her hormonal levels were so elevated, she lost all her will power to resist anything that James would decide for them to do. James moved in for the kill. He pushed down on Christine's shoulders with both hands, forcing her onto her knees just inches from the end of his enormous black cock. Her mouth was already watering before he touched the foreskin covered domed head to her ruby red lips. Christine timidly reached up with both of her hands and gently gripped the thick dusky shaft in both hands. She could smell the musty odor of his uncircumcised cock even before she extended her tongue to lick the covered head. Christine knew that what she was doing was wrong, but it was too late to stop now. James laced his long black fingers in the dark blonde hair of the married woman on her knees before him and forced the head of his cock into her mouth. When she tried to pull the huge stiff dick from the back of her throat with her hands, all she managed in doing was to pull the foreskin back and expose the domed head to the warm moist confines of her sucking mouth. James used his fingers in Christine's hair as a leverage point to drive his swollen cock in and out of the choking blonde's mouth and throat. After a month and a half of time to build up sperm in his balls, he was determined to make her into a black cock sucking slut in the next few minutes. Christine realized that there was no stopping James as he rammed his thick penis into her throat. She had tried to deep throat her husband on several occasions, but had not been successful. Now, she had no option other than letting James's much larger cock go completely down her throat. She relaxed her throat muscles as much as she could as James build up steam for a huge tonsil swamping climax. James loved the frightened look in the married woman's blue eyes as he forced his entire cock down her throat and pumped his huge load of cum directly down into her stomach. He bet she must have swallowed a half of a pint before he pulled out and she began gasping for air to refill her oxygen deprived lungs. James looked down and saw a strand of white cum dripping from the smeared red lipstick covered mouth of his latest conquest. He used his black index finger to catch the strand and pushed it into her mouth. He told her to such his finger and felt gratified when she closed her lips on his finger and sucked on it as if it were another cock. He knew then that she was his slut and belonged to him. Christine could not understand why she did the things that she had done. When she heard James telling her, "Get up off the floor and lie down on the bed next to your husband." She followed his orders. Christine was amazed that James's dick was just as hard and just as big as it had been before she had sucked his cock. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs when he told her to. James moved to lie on top of her and told her, "I want you to reach down and guide my cock to your cunt." She obeyed, moaning as the huge tool spread her open and disappeared inside of her tummy. Christine lay on her marriage bed, next to her drugged husband, as a black man that, until tonight, had been a total stranger, ploughed his long cock deeper inside of her vagina than anything had ever been before. No wonder the poor girl nearly went out of her mind as one unbelievable climax after the another racked her frail and fragile body. Forty minutes, and an uncountable number of her orgasms, later, James's swollen black cock dumped a load of sperm up into the womb of the unprotected white wife. Several years before, Paul had gotten a vasectomy. Christine had trouble with the pill and he had done it for her. Now, Christine was having sex with a man that had very potent sperm. And, he was black! Too bad her brain was to numbed by the constant series of orgasms to even notice that the other three black men had entered her and Paul's bedroom and had divested themselves of their clothing. Jones had won the coin toss and he was to be Christine's next lover. When James climbed up off from the married woman, Jones took his place. Christine tried to get up, but was too weakened from the multiple orgasms. Jones's cock was almost twelve inches long and was every bit as thick as James's had been. It was started into her vagina before she could think of a way to stop the huge hulking black man. By the time that it was buried completely inside of Christine's swollen wet hole, she no longer wanted him to pull out. It went deeper, stretching her sheath as it went. It hurt her so good that she did not want him to pull out. Christine reached six more orgasms before Jones emptied his nuts inside of her sucking vagina. He had not had the benefit of cumming before he began to fuck the cute blonde and it had been just as long since he had a woman. He only lasted twenty minutes. Christine's cunt felt stretched and empty when Jones pulled his dark meat from her permanently expanded hole. It would not remain that way for long. Bill was next. She had noticed that he had huge hands. Now, she also saw that he had a gigantic uncircumcised black cock. She had once seen a stallion as it was about to breed a mare. Bill's cock looked to be the same size. Just the head was much bigger than her fist. It may have been as large as Paul's fist. The entire penis was over a foot long. Christine was just a little over five foot tall. She saw no way that the black monster standing up and pointing at her dripping vagina was ever going to get inside of her belly without killing her. She wanted to get up and run, but was in too much of a weakened condition. Jones grasped Christine's silk covered left leg as James gripped her right leg. They pulled them up and back until she was doubled up, with her bottom up in the air. Bill rubbed the almost softball sized head of his black cock in the wet sperm dripping lips of her already stretched vagina until it too was lubricated with juices. Christine held her breath as Bill began to put his weight behind his penis and force it into her painfully expanded opening. Christine was given a preview of the pain that she would experience nine and a half months later when she gave birth to her and one of the soldier's baby. She and Paul would never learn who the baby's father really was. Christine made a soft squealing sound as the gigantic column of black meat was forced even deeper into her tummy. She was panting like women are taught to do in La Mans child birthing classes. The lining of her vagina was stretched paper thin as it encompassed the telephone pole sized cock. She felt her internal organs being pushed aside as the black meat disappeared one inch at a time until it was completely inside of her. When Bill's course pubic hair touched Christine's hard little clitoris, everything went black as she experienced the strongest orgasm of her life. Bill continued to fuck the unconscious woman until his cock pumped his cum up inside of her womb. When Bill finally pulled his spent penis from the passed out wife, there was a slurping sound and an eruption of sperm that was pulled out by the suction process of Bill's big cock being removed from Christine's loose vagina. Rodney had lost each of the coin tosses. He stood at the foot of the bed and saw how the blonde's pussy was stretched out so much that it hung open like a railroad tunnel through a hillside. "Shit!" He exclaimed. "Bill, your horse cock has ruined her pussy for everybody else from now on! It never will be as tight as it was!" Bill looked down at Rodney's "little" nine inch cock and grinned as he went to fix himself another drink. James felt sorry for his friend. He pointed out, "Nobody has stretched out the bitch's backdoor." Rodney reached down and flipped the petite blonde over. She was still oblivious to the events that were occurring as she was raised up to her knees and Rodney dipped his long dark fingers into her loose cunt to scoop up a hand full of sperm to lubricate her tight little puckered anus. He used his hand to stroke some of the liquid over the length and breadth of his black cock. Christine regained consciousness when she felt as if she was in the bathroom sitting on the toilet, except, it felt as if something had entered her body instead of leaving. Rodney had his nine inches half way inside the virginal anus of the married blonde woman. His hands gripped the flared hips as he pulled her buttocks back onto his black pole. She tried to pull away, but he held her too tightly. James saw that Christine was awake and was not enjoying the anal fun. He climbed up on the bed beside the couple, and the unconscious Paul, reached under her, found her clitty and began to massage it. He wanted to make sure that she enjoyed the rectum wrecking activities because he wanted to fuck her ass, too. Paul had tried to talk Christine into letting him screw her in the bottom several times. She had always said, "No. It will hurt too much. Besides, it is sick!" Now, she had no choice in the matter as Rodney's long black cock stroked in and out of her intestines as James's fingers diddled her clitoris. She had three climaxes before Rodney fired his sperm inside of her bowels. ******************************** Paul spent the next several days drifting in and out of consciousness. When the painkillers ran out, James made a quick trip back to his base to pick up replacements. Paul just barely remembered the black servicemen that had helped him at the Gas Light Club. His fuzzy brain could not understand why they were still around and taking care of him and his wife, but he was told that he should be grateful. Once, when his painkiller drug had worn off, and the new dosage was late being administered, he would have sworn that he saw his sweet innocent wife having sex with three different black men all at the same time. He knew it had to be a hallucination. Christine would never ride a cock big enough to be a telephone pole while another huge black cock stroked in and out of her anus and she gave a third man a deep throating blowjob. Even though he knew that it was not real, he still got a hard on just from the idea. A few days later, the drugs had all been used up. Paul came around to find his wife sitting on his face as a pint of thick viscous fluid dripped into his mouth. He tried to struggle, but was held down by many strong arms. His eyes opened and finally focused on his wife's vagina as it pressed against his open mouth. Christine's pubic mound was smooth. All of the blonde fur that had been neatly trimmed, was now gone. Paul heard James, the black man that had helped him at the restaurant, speaking, "Get used to the cum dripping from our bitch's cunt. It's all the use you will get from it from now on. She belongs to us now. Christine, hold open your cunt and show how big your sloppy hole is now." Christine used her fingers to pull open her vagina as she knelt over her husband's face. Her vagina was an open doorway now that was big enough for Paul to shove his fist up into his tiny blonde wife's belly! James watched a huge glob of sperm drip out of Christine's ruined pussy to land on her husband's face. He smiled as he remembered how he had poured the pitcher of beer on the floor beside Paul's chair back at the Jazz club. 12176 2.30/512345