Getting Ready...

Its been a long day at work, and I have had the butterflies all day, thinking about tonight and this weekend. I know once I am on my knees, and his cock first enters my mouth, everything will change. But now, just out of the shower, I want to look my best, I know I will not be completely passable, but I still look pretty damn good when done up. As I rub lotion on my body, I do it slowly, trying to be sensuous like a women would. because tonight I am a woman for him. I want/ need/ desire to please him as a woman would. And I know he'll treat me as such, not a lady, but a woman. A woman who needs Big Black Dick to satisfy her. And a woman who once she gets started, has an insatiable appetite for BBC. I know I will start the night as a woman, but by the end I will have again turned and been turned into a hungry Black cock whore. Just a slut for his, and maybe his friends pleasure. As I roll on my pantyhose, my "femskin". I know that soon his hands will be all over it. Grabbing, rubbing and then slapping my ass. Letting me know I have pleased him and that tonight he again will control me, mind and body. Once the femskin is on, I rub myself slowly as a woman would, my own irrelavent dick gets hard as I get more nervous thinking about why I so desire the treatment to come. I am a slut for Black Dick, and the more cock he forces down my throat while telling me what a slut i am, the more I want it. Nursing his head in my mouth with eye contact while he verbally degrades me has made me come without touching myself. And getting fucked in an alley behind a bar. Legs splayed wide, mini dress up over my waist, bending over in 4 inch heels leaning against the wall as a group of Black Men watched. I still don't know if these are fond memories or just who I am. But it is more than compulsion to continue. I realize I need this as I put on the frilly white socks I like so much. I go and have a shot to calm the nerves. I know I will have a few more, not enough to get drunk, just enough to loosen up for when I start hearing what a tramp I look like. I know it'll either be degrading and humiliating, which will in turn futher my submission to him. Or the talk will make me feel sexier, and sluttier, though in a good way that please him, this too shows my submission. Either way is fine with me, I know it all depends on his mood, and How he wants me tonight. My face make up is not the best, though it does not really matter, because by nights end I know it will be covered with cum. The change is happening because I start think, "if I am really lucky tonight I will get lots of strange dick". The lip stick of course is whore red, but that wont last long at all, unless we go out to his special club. The mini skirt I slip on covers all but the bottom 2 inches of my ass. I remember the shame and humiliation when looking for clothes at the good will in a distant town. I also remember being rock hard while waiting for a dressing room when I heard a voice tell me there were more private rooms if I would like. I turned to see the Black manager smile then walk away as if he knew I was going to follow him. Which of course I did, into a back room where I modeled for him before kneeling and taking a large load. I shopped for at least another half hour, trying on heels, slut heels in public to the dirtiest, most disgusted looks I ever received. It was not until i returned home did I realize there were two large spurts of cum on my face. My bra is padded, If only to look better under the camisole top I slide over myself. Finally come my shoes, I bend my knee higher, like a woman, to fasten the buckles on the straps around my ankles, careful not to tear my femskin with the "fuck me" heels, once these are on I realize what I am. I stand, a little wobbly at first, I have not worn the heels in a while and need to relearn. I practice by going to get another shot. Walking slowly and deliberatley at first, trying to get my sea legs. I know how I walk will have a lot to do with being passable, more so even than the slutty clothes. If I am awkward, there is a good chance of spendning the night as his sissy faggot (which is not a bad thing). But if I can strut my stuff and shake my ass in these new shoes, theres a better chance of getting treated like a hot piece of ass, even desirable to men, for a while anyway. As I look in mirror I think either way. Either way tonight I am going to be his sex toy. Him, and maybe his friends will use me however they want, as often as they want. I know I might resist at first, if just for fun. I know for the first hour at least my hunger will grow like I am in heat. That after my prostrate is rubbed just right and I loose mine a few times, that that is when the real slut comes out and the fucking, the real humiliation and degradation begins. Because then, even with poppers, I am no longer doing this for me. By then I will have turned over control, mind and body to him. Even now, while getting ready, I know I am a slut for Black Cock. I am his Black Cock slut. And tonight he wants me. I hear his horn honk, I adjust my wig, grab my small purse and sashay out the door. 15814 1.56/512345

Journey to Another Life Ch. 07

Authors note: Thanks for all the kind comments and emails. I have again made this Chapter longer by combining several chapters together. Arm in arm, Ed and Nikki boarded the gleaming 64-foot yacht. It was a Swan 64 he'd chartered from a friend and it was small enough to be cozy and not too big to require a large crew to ruin the couples privacy. "I hope you like it," Ed said. "It'll be home for the next 19 days." "It's beautiful," she told him, squeezing his arm. The husband and wife team that would be attending to sailing and food introduced themselves. Ed had heard nothing but glowing reports about Justin and Marla and had been pleased to learn they were available for his honeymoon excursion with Nikki. They had a reputation for attentiveness without intrusion. Word had it that they were also discreet. "I hear Marla knows what to do with any kind of seafood that swims in these waters," Ed told Nikki as he shook Marla's hand. The 40-something, olive-skinned woman looked embarrassed and proud. "Thank you, Mr. Stewart. I hope I do not disappoint you." "And Captain, your stellar reputation precedes you, as well." The men shook hands and he introduced Justin to Nikki. The newlyweds retreated to the small but luxurious stateroom that was adorned with flowers per Ed's request. Nikki's eyes filled with tears as she turned to him. "I swear you think of everything." "You're my bride. If it were in my power, you'd have flowers everywhere you went." He took her in his arms and when their lips met, he felt as light-headed as the first time he'd kissed her, many months before. He loved how perfectly she fit in his embrace and how the combination of her warmth and seductive scent weakened his knees. As their tongues did a bit of fencing with each other, his hands sought out a handful of her hair (which she'd worn loose and unadorned today, at his request). As her startling femininity reached into his soul and gave it a playful little twist, he got hard and chose not to ignore it. Instead, he pushed his erection against her and rubbed slightly. She slipped a hand between them and started to stroke. "What do you say we test this bed?" she said softly. They spent the rest of the day quietly, swimming to a nearby, secluded beach, enjoying lunch at a small beachside cafe, and taking in a little more sun before swimming back to the boat in time for dinner. Marla's culinary talents were indeed top-notch?she'd prepared a red-chile encrusted wahoo so delicious, Ed and Nikki barely spoke as they consumed it. Afterwards, as the sun disppeared on the horizon, they let perfectly prepared rum drinks infuse their bodies with island restlessness. Justin and Marla cleared away all signs of dinner. "Hey," Ed whispered, eyeing his wife like a dirty old man. "How about we christen the deck?" A wicked grin spread across her face. "You mean as only we can?" Smiling, they got to their feet, albeit a little unsteadily. "Aren't you worried about Justin and Marla?" Nikki asked in a furtive stage whisper as her clothes piled up quickly beside her. Dressed only in the rays of the Caribbean moonlight, she looked every bit the goddess to Ed, and he didn't care who else witnessed it. "I'm worried about absolutely nothing at the moment," he said, as she dropped to her knees before his eager hard-on. The first signs of sunrise woke Ed. He looked over at Nikki, sleeping soundly beside him on the deck. They'd made a little makeshift bed of beach towels and chaise cushions the night before, and this morning, the haphazard arrangement brought a smile to Ed's lips. He got up slowly, careful not to wake her. Dawn was his favorite time of day and waking to greet it so directly infused him with energy. He headed toward the bridge, but on the way, he passed Justin and Marla, already up and engaged in a heated but hushed conversation. He paused, thinking they might need him, but decided against it. If it was a marital dispute, he certainly didn't want to get involved. But on his return from the bridge, where he savored the clear morning air and the glistening water from a new perspective, Justin apprehended him. "Please excuse me, Mr. Stewart. I'm afraid I have some bad news." Ed felt the man's agitation and noticed that Marla's eyes were red from crying. "What is it, Captain?" "Marla's mother back in England has had a serious heart attack. They're afraid she may not pull through." "Oh, dear. I'm so sorry to hear that. How can I help?" Ed asked, concerned for both of them. "Well, we hate to renege on our responsibilities here, but it appears that we do need to get to England as soon as possible. I've already secured the services of a replacement for us, and if you agree, he can begin this evening." Justin's voice was level and professional, but his eyes were dark and troubled. Ed paused and a sob caught in Marla's throat. "If that's not agreeable to you, I can stay here while Marla goes back without me," Justin said. Marla's eyes widened, as if his comment were the first time she'd considered the option he suggested. "Of course, you should accompany Marla," Ed reassured him. Marla's whole body relaxed. "If you say your replacement can do the job, I trust your judgment." "Thank you so much, sir. I thought we would dock at Antigua tonight to pick him up before we leave, if that plan suits you." "Yes, of course. But you keep referring to this replacement in the singular. Is it only one man?" "It is, but he's as good a sailor as he is a chef. And since the boat has computer hydraulically assisted sail settings, his navigation skills won't be as necessary as they might be on another boat." Ed nodded. "That sounds fine. You probably know I've done a bit of sailing myself so if things get hairy for the poor fellow, I can pitch in a bit." "Thank you," Justin said. "We appreciate your understanding." "Not at all." He turned to Marla. "I hope your mother gets well quickly. I wish you both the best." Marla nodded and did her best to smile. As Ed went to tell Nikki about the change of plans, Justin headed the yacht for Antigua under sail. Nikki didn't go back to sleep after hearing the news and instead, immediately went to find Marla to give her some hope and to confirm Ed's release and good wishes. To keep out of their way, the honeymooners wiled away a quiet day on board by napping, fixing their own meals, and retreating to their room for intimate pleasures throughout the day. The sunshine was addictive, however, and most of their time was spent just lolling about on the boat's various chaise lounges. In the meantime, Justin and Marla readied themselves for departure. Ed remembered hearing about a charming quayside restaurant, so he and Nikki tried it for dinner that night after saying their final goodbyes to the collaborating couple. The changing of the crew would be in progress shortly, and Ed thought it best to give Justin and Marla space and privacy while they acquainted the new crewmember with his duties and the boat. It was such a beautiful sunset that Ed and Nikki decided to take a stroll along the beach before sitting down to dinner. The two of them glowed with health and happiness, and when an unexpected flash of the incident at the villa popped into his head, he squelched it as instantly as it appeared. Nikki hadn't mentioned it in nearly two days, which was a huge relief for Ed. In many ways, he liked the idea of trying the start the honeymoon over. In other words, he relished having exclusive rights to his beautiful wife. And yet, in the middle of enjoying their lobster, Nikki filled in a brief pause in the conversation with: "So how are you feeling now about our little 'fantasy incident'?" Ed eyed her suspiciously. "Is that what we're calling it?" "Yes. I like it," she said, grinning as she separated a deep red claw from the lobster's body. He felt as if a warm, damp afghan made of mohair had been tossed over him. He didn't want to discuss any of it. Hadn't they already traveled this ground the day after the fantasy incident had happened? He was losing his appetite fast but he didn't want to deny Nikki the opportunity to work through her own feelings. "Well, I know that nothing has changed between us because of what happened," he told her, hoping all she wanted was reassurance rather than reexamination. "Did you like watching it?" she asked him tentatively. Damn. Back to him again. He took a deep breath as surreptitiously as he could. He didn't want her to know this line of questioning was hard for him. Besides, maybe they did need to talk about it more. "I have some nagging guilt and I'm still a little uncomfortable about the whole thing, but I can say one thing without any reservation," he put down his lobster and wiped his hands on his napkin. "There's no denying that it lived up to my fantasies. Exceeded them, even!" She smiled, sheepish but strangely proud. "Really?" "I wanted to see you be a total slut and you gave me that and more. I had no idea that your definition of slut would be filthier than mine! I don't think I'd want to see it again it might be too much for my old heart " He tried to make a little joke out of the tension that was now between them. He was glad when it worked?she gave him a warm smile. "Yeah, I guess I even surprised myself." He couldn't read exactly what she was feeling, so he decided to prod her. "How are you feeling about it all?" "Well, I've been thinking about a lot, as you might imagine. Constantly, you might say." Guilt tickled Ed's cerebral cortex. Here he'd been successfully pushing it out of his head for two days while in hers, it swam mercilessly. "While everything was happening, I loved it, I have to admit. I was in the moment and just reacting to things without intellectualizing about any of it. I let my body dictate what I did and I allowed every fantasy to come through. It was pretty damn exciting. I felt...I don't know...powerful. Does that make any sense?" "Sure, it does." He wasn't even sure why, but he did understand what she was talking about. "I even felt proud that I wasn't holding back. That I let every kinky idea out and acted on it." While she spoke, she concentrated on her lobster. She couldn't seem to look at him. Her reluctance to make eye contact intrigued him?he knew her well enough to know that it meant something was bothering her. "Nik, I hope you don't mind my mentioning this, but it seems as if you might still have some shame about it. Normally, you speak very frankly but now, well, now you're not." Her big, green eyes met his. "I like that you know me so well," she said, a sad grin on her face. "I can't get past this embarrassment. I enjoyed myself at the time?more than I even imagined I would?but as soon as it was over, I lapsed into this weird feeling of shame. And you know that's not something I don't normally do! I liked being a slut while I was one, but now that's behind me, I can't shake feeling cheap. Also there was a nagging behind it all even while I was doing it ...it just ...Ed it just didn't seem, well like me" "But you know you're not really a slut," he replied quickly. "I know that. I really do know that, especially now. Oh I liked being slutty well enough. But there was no emotion involved in what I did. No real intimacy. Primates do what I did. Animals without a conscience behave like I did. If I had to do it again, I'd do it differently." Ed stopped himself from pointing out that she never had to do it again. Instead, he asked her what she meant. "I would have done it with a single person. someone I had gotten to know and trust a little bit, maybe. Oh I think I still would have fulfilled your fantasy of me being a slut but I would have done it less like a cheap one night stand. Have a little romance be part of things, you know?" Ed's appetite waned further. Romance? What the hell was she talking about now? "That's where our fantasies differ, sweetheart. The sluts of my imagination aren't into romance," he said, winking at her. She made a face and tried to smile. He continued. "I mean, I don't think I would have been comfortable with you getting romantically involved with someone before being a total slut with him. Don't forget that it took me a while to be okay with just the sex part." The idea of a romantic attachment for Nikki outside the marriage didn't make him feel good in even the tiniest way. But she chuckled at his comment. "Well, it's not like I would have got involved in anything serious," she pointed out. "I just didn't like feeling like a hooker!" "Everything okay here?" the waiter asked, trying not to eye Nikki with suspicion after hearing her last remark. "We're fine, thanks. We'll call you when we need you," Ed said sternly. When the man disappeared, Nikki continued. "Maybe the best way to describe it would have been, it sounds so old fashioned" she said, giggling. "To have a fling" Ed's digestion had apparently stopped?his lobster sat in his stomach like lead. "A fling? are you serious?" She studied his face for a couple of seconds. Was she enjoying his discomfiture? "Well, yes. Sort of. If we had agreed and you didn't mind and I happened to meet someone, then maybe. But sweetie, I can see you do mind and always will, so I have no intention of even looking. I think we have lived our fantasy and it wasn't like we hoped. I actually feel so lucky that it hasn't damaged the most important thing which is us, I'd worry about any fantasy coming to life after that." He knew his relief showed on his face, but it didn't last long. "Unless you really wouldn't mind. Because, you know, maybe we'd even let you watch once in a while!" It took a second, but he finally realized she was teasing him, albeit with unwarranted cruelty. Nevertheless, both of them started laughing and he instantly forgave her. Anyway, it wasn't often that she was able to dupe him so effectively. "Damn!" she said. "And I was doing so well there for a while!" He reached across the table to take her hand. "Nikki, in all seriousness, just promise me that you'll always be honest with me." "Of course I will. You promise me the same thing." "I promise. After all that's happened, I think it's clear that we can share just about anything together, and that we should continue that way." "I agree." "Are you ready to leave?" "Yes." She smiled at him and dipped her fingers into the small bowl of lemon water near her place setting. "Let's go dancing." Things were hopping at the Mad Mongoose but it wasn't the typical kind of tourist action. The Mad Mongoose offered a relaxed environment but was full of locals who knew and liked each other. The music rang out and several couples were on the dance floor but the majority of patrons sat at tables and at the bar, telling stories and laughing at tales only they'd find amusing. It was a convivial atmosphere, and Ed and Nikki immediately liked the vibe. As usual, several of the men didn't turn away from Nikki as quickly as they might have with a plainer woman. "I'm just going to visit the ladies' room for a second," Nikki told him as she slipped away. Ed ordered her a drink from the bar and watched the crowd. The dancers contented themselves with interpretive moves as opposed to the standard steps typically associated with disco music. The mood felt playful and cheerful, and if there were any flirting going on, it was of a much friendlier nature than that of the urban variety. But several heads had turned to watch the action in one corner of the dance floor, so he followed their direction, fighting the premonition that slowly dawned on him. And sure enough, there was Nikki, shaking and shimmying with two dark and smiling natives, who were nearly bursting with delight over Nikki's proximity. When she saw Ed looking at her, she waved. And then her dance partners waved, too. Ed laughed. A few minutes later, she returned to him at the bar. "You didn't think I was going to deny you the opportunity to watch me, did you?" she asked before throwing her arms around him. She downed her drink quickly and then suggested they walk along the beach. He readily agreed?as delightful as the bar was, he craved some quiet. They walked silently for a few minutes, hand in hand, as the ocean waves gently lapped at the shore. Ed adored these moments with her, when everything felt right and just her presence soothed him more than he could ever describe. But then she stopped walking and turned to look at him. In an uncharacteristically grave tone of voice, she spoke. "Well, since we've decided to be totally open and honest with each other about everything, I have something to tell you." "Okay," he said cautiously. "I'm sorry to tell you that I think my days of sluthood with hot, black guys?or any other guys actually are behind me. I think we're just going to have to deal with being stuck with each other." Her lovely eyes shone with a dash of mischief and moonlight. "That is, unless you change your mind and really want me to have a fling my way." she giggled. He knew she was joking but there was something behind it and that familiar rock in his gut rumbled. "I think I'm glad your sluthood days are over darling" he exclaimed. She smiled and raised a teasing eyebrow. "You sure I can't have a fling now and then?" He took the bait and snapped "Are you really serious about wanting that?" She laughed openly " Oh darling your so easy at No I don't think I want that at all I think we have done enough already. I don't think you would like it at all judging by how easy it is to tease you about it" He relaxed a bit but then he just had to ask one more question. He tried to put it in a joking manner but his voice was strained "Well your right, but does that mean its totally off the agenda forever and I can totally stop rising to your taunts Mrs?" He saw her dangerously close to a smile but then something passed over her face that stopped it. Good god, Ed thought. She's actually considering this crazy idea. She wasn't acting. There was deliberation in those saucy green eyes as she paused before answering. "Hmmm. Here's the weird thing. As long as we're being honest." "Of course." "If I happened to meet someone one day in the future and we talked about it and you were totally ok with it thens could be kind of nice. I'm not saying that I'm going to be looking, mind you, but knowing that I could feel free to talk to you something like that is..." "Something you like?" &q 3715 1.72/512345

Susan's Senior Year

My senior year in high school was different than I ever thought it would be. There were two high school, the black one and the white one. In 1970-71 school year, they closed the white one and combined the two in the black one. You had the chance to go to a different school if you wanted but you had to transfer before the school year started. I had gone to school in this NE Florida town all my life and wanted to graduate from there. I chose to stay and finish my senior year. The first day of school, there were only three whites, all girl with me in the 12th and the other two girls in the 9th. Since the 9th grade was in a separate part on the school, I was usually the only white other than several white teachers in the school. After the first day, I tried to transfer out but I couldn?t because the time had passed and they needed some whites in that school. On the second day I found out that I was going to be the target of the black boys. They would come up to me and ask me if I had ever been with a black boy, try and touch me, put their hand under my dress and when I turned and said no, someone on the other side would try and slip their hand on my breast or under my dress. It was a constant fight to keep them from feeling me up. There were usually 5 or 6 boys around me in between class when I had to go to my locker and that is when they would try. There was never any teachers in the hall in between class to keep order, I could see that all the teachers were doing was staying in their room and putting in their time and not seeing anything or getting involved. I went to the office and had a meeting with the principle and he told me that I was in a different school than last year and I just needed to get along and quit thinking I was better than them. I told him I didn?t think I was better and he said good, then we shouldn?t have a problem because there is nothing I can do, its your word against theirs. Just get along Susan, do what you have to do. I realized then that I wasn?t going to get any help from anyone in school. The next day, Wednesday is when it really started. They had heard that I had gone to the office to complain and the office wasn?t going to give me any help which meant it was open season on me. After homeroom, I went to my locked knowing these black guys were going to try and put their hand under my dress and touch my tits. That?s not what happened. These black guys acted like they were in a gang and they ruled the school and that?s what it seemed like. The black guy that usually did all the talking came up to me and said he heard that I had tried to get them in trouble and I thought I was better than them. I said no I didn?t think I was better. While I was saying that, he tried to put his hand under the front of my dress and I pushed his hand away. He slapped me and told me never push his hand away again. He put his hand under my dress again and I turned and pushed his hand away. He slapped me again, this time harder and it hurt a lot. I could tell he wasn?t playing and there wasn?t anyone that was going to help me. He told me that he didn?t want me wearing any panties or bra to school. I said I couldn?t do that and he slapped me again, harder. He told me he was going to show me what happened if I wore them to school. He told me to lift my dress and I asked him please don?t make me do this, he slapped me again and told me he wasn?t going to tell me again. I lifted my dress some but it wasn?t enough for him and he said higher and he didn?t want to tell me again. I lifted my dress above my panties and all these black boys were standing there looking at me. Jimmy, the black boy that had been doing all the talking and slapping, grabbed my panties and cut them off me with his knife. He told me to lift my dress higher and all the black guys got to see him rub his hand on my pubic hair and told them how soft it was. While I was still holding my dress up, Jimmy grabbed my blouse and ripped it open with the buttons flying everywhere. I couldn?t do anything because he hadn?t told me I could put my dress down and just watched as he cut my bra off and everyone could see my breast. He rubbed my tits and I watched his black hands play with them and my super hard nipples. He told me he wanted me to wear shorter skirts and I asked him how much shorter. That was the wrong thing to say. He said he would show me and took his knife and cut my skirt short enough that if I bent over at all you could see my ass and pussy. When I sat down at my desk, my skirt was high enough that you could see my pussy and there was nothing to pull down to cover me. He said anything longer than that and me would cut it and make it shorter. I had three more skirts cut before I got some short enough. I had to keep them in my car and wear a regular skirt from home and then change before I got to school. Wearing these short skirt to school every day, I finally got comfortable with them and it got to the point that I didn?t care anymore. Jimmy said that?s the way he wanted me to dress going to school and each morning I had to lift my dress and show him I had no panties on and it didn?t make any difference who was around. Some skirts were so short I didn?t have to lift them, you could just see. Everyone left and went to their class, the only thing I could do was tie my blouse together and go on to class. I had on a white blouse and everyone could see my nipples through the material. My teacher didn?t say anything about seeing my nipples and pussy until the end of class and he said I needed to wear something different to class the next day. I told him what happened and that the black guys wouldn?t let me wear any panties or bra, they would just cut them off if I did. He said he understood and not to worry about it, just do what you have to do. The next day when I went to school, I had a dress on so no one could see I wasn?t wearing any panties until I had to lift my dress to show Jimmy. He came up to me and asked me why I had that bra on and that long skirt. I didn?t say anything. The next thing I knew he slapped me hard and ripped my blouse off so I couldn?t wear it. Next he took his knife and cut the bra off so I had nothing to cover me from the waist up and he wouldn?t let me cover myself. Everyone who walked by could see my breast and my nipples were getting super hard knowing everyone was looking. Next he cut my skirt shorter that he cut the day before. I didn?t even have to bend over or sit for you to see my ass and pussy. He also told me to keep my legs spread so anyone could see my pussy anytime they looked. I thought the black girls would help me but they disliked me because all the black guys were paying so much time playing with and talking to me and they could tell I was starting to really enjoy it. I walked on to class and sat at my desk trying to think what I could do. In the classroom I just sat just like that because the teachers didn?t care what you did in class just as long as you didn?t make too much noise or bother someone trying to learn. Here I was, sitting in the classroom, the only white person with nothing on but a very short shirt that covered nothing. I had pull the skirt up higher on my hips so it showed everything I had, I even thought about taking the skirt off too and just go completely naked. They had broken me down and I was ready to fuck all the black cock I could. I remembered I had a tee shirt in my car for gym so after class, I went and put on my tee shirt but you could still see my nipples and my tits swing and bounce when I walked. My skirt was so short it looked funny with my tee shirt on. The bottom of the tee shirt was almost as long as my skirt so I said what the hell and took my skirt off and used just the tee shirt. I could of put on my gym shorts and I looked at them. I started to put them on but for some reason, I didn?t, it turned me on knowing I was going to go around the rest of the day and the black boys were going to be able to play with me and see my ass and pussy either through the thin material of the tee shirt or because I would bend over and pretend that I didn?t realize that I was showing my pussy to all those black boy and then I would watch their cocks grow in their pants and they would see my looking. I believe I could of gone to every class I had naked and no one would of said anything. The rest of the week ended with me letting the black guys feel me up, play with my tits and pussy and letting anyone watch. I also had to lift my dress to anyone who asked and this was only the second week of school. The thing I didn?t understand was that I was starting to get turn on by all this. The way I was treated was like I was under their control and I had to do everything I was told. I would go home and at night, I would think about all those black guy putting their hand on me, their black hands. I was wondering about their black cocks and if they were as big and long as I had heard. I wondered if I would find out this coming week. I couldn?t believe what I was thinking. I have never dreamed about fucking a black cock, at least that I would admit to anyone. And here I was thinking what it would be like. Monday, the third week and I wondered how it would end. It didn?t take me long to find out. When I got to my locker, Jimmy and the rest of them were waiting for me. I could see this was going to be an every day thing. I walked up to them and lifted my skirt to show them I had no panties on. Jimmy grabbed my hand and asked if I had ever felt a black cock before. I said no, I had no interest in that, but if he really knew that is just what I wanted to do. He put my hand to the front of his pants and told me to rub his cock. I did without question and to tell you the truth, I was surprised how big his cock felt. Instead of making me rub him, I wanted to rub that big black cock but I wasn?t going to let him know that. I did this for several minutes and I must say it grew to be very impressive, he told me to take it out. I looked around and people were going down the hall like nothing was happening. So I unzipped his pants and reached in to pull out the first black cock I had ever seen. It was so hard and big I couldn?t get it out and now I really wanted to see that black fucker. I undid his belt and pants, slowly slid down his pants until I could see his black cock come into view. Finally all of it came into view and it was beautiful and standing straight out. He told me to stand up and back up to the lockers with your legs spread. I realized he was going to fuck me right in the hallway where anyone could see. I did as I was told because I didn?t want to get slapped again but also because I wanted that black cock in my pussy. He stepped up to me and told me to grab his cock and guide it into my pussy. I took it and brought it to my pussy lips and rubbed it up and down several times. I couldn?t stand it anymore and guided it to my opening and he started to enter me. I could feel that black cock pushing into my white pussy. I looked into Jimmy?s eyes and told him to fuck me hard with his black cock. I raised one of my legs and wrapped it around him so I could pull him in deeper. It all felt so wonderful, fucking a black cock, in the hallway and anyone could see me with that cock in my white pussy. I was telling Jimmy to fuck me harder and deeper when the teacher came out to close her door and saw us. The look on her face didn?t chance one bit, it was like she saw this all the time and said if we wanted to get in class, we needed to get in the room now, she said we could finish later. I hated to stop but we had to go to class. After I took my seat, Derek asked me why I always wore tops with no bra so that my nipples showed. I told him that Jimmy makes me and he said he thought I had great breast. Wow, that was the first time Derek had talked to me and the first time I had really seen him this year. Derek had gone to the white high school last year to play football and with me being a cheerleader, I had known him and thank goodness I had been nice to him. We started to talk and after class, he would walk with me and Jimmy and the others would leave me alone when Derek was with me. Luckily I had all but my last class, which was gym with him. So we walked together to each class and ate lunch together. With Jimmy not bothering me anymore, I could start wearing my panties and bra and longer dresses to school again but for some reason I didn?t. I was so use to not wearing them, it just didn?t seen to matter anymore. And besides, it was a big turn on for me. At lunch, Derek and I would sit together and eat and he started putting his hand on my leg just above my knee. I looked at him and asked why he did that and he said he had always heard how soft white girls skin was and he just wanted to find out. I said, did you find out? And he said yes, did I mind if he kept his hand there and I said no, that was fine. This went on every day at lunch. We would sit down and after a minute he would slip his hand on my leg and everyday, it would be just a little higher. I never said anything because he had a long way to go and my skirts were so short back then. But Wednesday his hand was more than halfway up my leg and getting higher until it was going under my skirt. I reached down and moved his hand back down my leg and he moved it back up my leg, closer to my pussy and left it there. I wondered what it was going to be like tomorrow, I knew I wasn?t going to be able to keep his hand away from my pussy much longer, I knew he wanted to play with my pussy and I wanted him to play with it. I needed a plan. The next day as I was going to lunch with Derek, I realized what I would do. When he put his hand on my leg, I would put my hand on his leg and when he moved his hand up my leg, I would do the same on his leg. So, as we sat down it wasn?t long before he put his hand about half way up my leg. I took my hand and I put it on the inside of his leg a little higher than half way. When I did, the thing that surprised me was my hand was on top of his cock head. I was hoping his cock would be down that leg but I wasn?t gong to let him know that?s what I wanted. He jumped when he felt my hand on his cock but didn?t say anything. What he did do is move his hand up my leg a little and so I moved my hand up his leg. I could also feel his cock getting longer and harder. He moved his hand up higher and then he would move it lower on my leg and I did the same on his. He was wearing some loose fitting pants and I could wrap my hand around his cock and I realized that I could jack him off and make him come in his pants. His cock was getting very hard and long. I couldn?t get it out of my mind, here I was, jacking off a black guy in the lunchroom with no one even paying attention to us. Derek was slowly moving his hand higher and higher up my leg and his hand was under my dress not to far from my pussy. I was so turned with my hand on his cock that I spread my legs letting him know I wanted him to play with my pussy. I felt his fingers playing with my clit and it felt so good. He had pushed my dress up so I could see his black hand playing and finger fucking me. I wanted to see his black cock and I reached over and started unzipping and unbuckling his pants. I want to see his black cock and I wanted to see it now and I didn?t care who knew. I reached in and pulled out the biggest black cock I had ever seen and my white hands were going up and down on it. The difference in color and the taboo of what I was doing in front of all these people was getting to me. I was getting close to a climax, it kept getting closer and closer and just when I was about to come, Derek stopped. He reached his hand behind my head and I thought he was going to move my head down to suck his cock in front of everyone and I was more than ready to do it, I didn?t care anymore who saw me I was way past that. What he did was bring my lips to his lips and kiss me in front of everyone and I started kissing him back. This made me so hot, I didn?t realize I could get any hotter than I was. When he finished kissing me, I opened my eyes and I could see people looking at us. He took my head then and guided it to his cock. I opened my mouth and took his black cock into my mouth and moved my mouth up and down several times seeing how much of his cock I could take. I went wild sucking his black cock, I would suck on it and then lift up and kiss him while beat his cock with my hands. I would look around the room and look at the people watching me and give them the expression on my face that I loved doing this. I stood up and got beside Derek, still holding onto his cock with one hand, I straddled his legs, facing him and lowered my pussy onto his cock. This was the second time I had a black cock all the way in my white pussy and it felt wonderful, just like it belonged there, it just felt so natural. I wanted everyone seeing me fucking him, I wanted people seeing me on top of him so they knew I was fucking his black cock. I started telling him to fuck me with his black cock, fuck me hard and deep, take my white pussy and knock me up with your black baby. I made sure I said it loud enough so everyone could hear and see me. I couldn?t help myself, I stood up so everyone could see and took off my clothes. I laid down on the table with my legs spread and told Derek, so everyone could see and hear that I wanted to be fucked by a black man, I loved black men and wanted all the black cock I could get. I was now wild for black cock. I wanted to be knocked up with a black baby. Well before I finished the bell rang for the next class so we didn?t get to do anything else but if we had time I would?ve let Derek finish fucking me right on the table in front of everyone. I didn?t know then but the next month that is just what happened, not just with Derek but with other black cocks. I found I just loved those black cocks. I never thought I would be this way and I didn?t understand it, I just knew I wanted to fuck his black cock and had this strange desire to have black babies. Black babies, I come just thinking about that. The ultimate taboo, being pregnant with a black baby and no one would know until I saw the expression on the doctor and nurses faces. I could picture holding my black baby, feeding it from my nipple and people walking by and watching. I went to the rest of my classes that day so turned on that I couldn?t get that black cock out of my mind. I couldn?t believe that just three weeks ago I would never have thought I would ever have anything to do with a black man and now, that?s all I wanted, I was going wild and craving black cock all the time. My last class was P.E. and I was given the job of teaching the black cheerleaders some cheers. We were in the gym with about 20 minutes left when Derek walked in and sat in the stands about half way up. All he was wearing was his gym shorts and tennis shoes, he had his tee shirt off holding it in his hand. It was the first time I had seen him almost naked and his black body looked so beautiful to me and I could feel my pussy getting wet. I could just picture that naked black body, between my white leg that were wrapped around his waist and my arms around his back as we fucked. After another cheer we practiced, I looked up and I saw his black cock hanging out of his shorts with him stroking it. I just stared at it and then looked up into his eyes that were looking right into my eyes. I kept looking between his black cock as it grew bigger and harder and his eyes letting him know I wanted that cock, that I wasn?t afraid of it or didn?t care what anyone thought. We did several other cheers and when I turned back around, he was gone. I only had about 5 more minutes so I hurried up and finished the practice. Going out side I thought I would see Derek but he wasn?t there. I waited about 10 minutes but he didn?t come so I went into the girls locker room where I always took a shower after practice and I thought maybe he might be in there waiting for me. I didn?t see him in there and thought maybe he had somewhere he had to go. I went and took my shower thinking maybe he would come in while I was under the shower. I pictured me standing under the shower, the water running on my face with my eyes closed and Derek walking up behind me. The picture in my mind was a white girl, me, with the big naked black guy walking up to me with his hard black cock sliding between my ass cheeks and rubbing my pussy lips and his hands reaching around cupping my tits. I took a long shower even washing my hair twice giving him time to come in but he didn?t. I finally turned off the water and dried off and put my hair in the towel and started walking to my locker. I looked over and Derek was standing in the door looking at me with just a towel on my hair. It was the first time a black guy had seen me completely naked and I was getting wet fast. I told him he wasn?t suppose to be in the girls locker room and he asked me if I wanted him to leave. I told him no, please don?t leave so he walked over to me and started kissing me. I looked at a mirror on the wall and kissed him back as he wrapped his arms around me but all I was interested in was his black cock. I slid my hands into his shorts finding a black cock that was growing fast. I pushed his shorts down releasing his cock so I could see my white hand holding his black cock. It was so exciting standing with this naked black guy holding my naked white body in his arms, looking at us in the mirror. We kissed like this but I pulled him over to the bench so I could sit down which put my face at his cock level. I just held onto the black cock playing with it and just enjoying looking and holding onto it. All the things I had been taught or thought about sex with black men went out the window. Right now I wanted his black cock in my mouth, I wanted to taste it and let him know I wanted him. Me sucking on his cock didn?t last long, I wanted that black cock in my white pussy and I guess he wanted the same because when I took my mouth off his cock and looked up to him, he must of seen the lust for a black cock in my eyes, he pushed me back on the bench so I was laying down and he got in between my legs and had his black cock at the entrance to my white pussy. You can tell I love the difference in color because I love writing about his black cock and my white pussy. He pushed forward and his head was right up against my pussy lips and he would rub it up and down turning me on that much more. I was watching this black cock getting ready to fuck me, something I never thought I would ever get the chance, and I looked up to him and told him to fuck me with his black cock. I pushed down trying to get his cock into me at the same time he pushed forward. That was the union, his black cock slipped into my white pussy and all the pass history went to the way side. The mating of two races, black and white, who had been at odds and fights for hundreds of years, finally we had come together and you couldn?t get any closer than this. Derek was excited as I was because we fucked like there was no tomorrow. I knew I loved fucking this black cock and I didn?t care if anyone walked in on us, I wasn?t going to stop. As it turned out, the janitor and principle walked in and saw us. I heard someone coming but I wasn?t going to stop and I looked up and saw the same principle I had talked to weeks ago and he just stood there with the janitor and watched us. After several minutes he told me, Susan I see you found a solution to your problem, I like your solution. After they left, we fucked I don?t know how much longer, it just felt so wonderful, I was going to climax again when Derek said he was about to come, where did I want it? I told him I wanted to feel him come in my pussy, I wanted a black man to come in me. He asked if I was on birth control and I wasn?t and I told him so. I didn?t care at that point, I wanted to feel him inside me and it surprised me on how much more it turned me on knowing that he was going to put his black baby batter into my womb. Thinking about that made me have the biggest climax I had ever had. I could get pregnant with a black baby and since I didn?t believe in abortion, I knew I would have the black baby. Everyone would know that the father of my child if I got pregnant was black. But I also felt that this was the future. Blacks and whites getting together, whether it was a black man and white woman or a white man and a black woman, you were seeing a lot more interracial couples and more interracial children and this was the start of the 1970?s, what would it be like in 40 years. I could feel him going deeper into my pussy and his black cock head was pushing up against my white womb. Then it happened, I started feeling his warm baby batter exploding against the opening to my womb. I just went crazy by this and started telling him I wanted to be knocked up by him with a black baby, I wanted to make a baby with him. I wanted everyone to know I loved fucking black men and I was well on my way. After he climax, we just laid there for several minutes in the after glow of a great fuck. We kissed and rubbed each other until it was time to get up. I felt like taking another shower so I got my towel and walked over to the showers and turned it on. I shampooed my hair and while my eyes were closed, I felt another pair of hands on me. The next thing I felt was a big cock up against my ass cheeks. Derek was standing behind me with his hand playing with my tits, just like I had dreamed. I washed the shampoo out of my hair and reached around and grabbed a hold of what I felt was my black cock. I turned around and we kissed while I rubbed his cock against my pussy. I could feel him getting hard again so he pushed me against the shower wall and I raised one of my legs and stuffed his black cock in me again. This time he took my pussy. There wasn?t anything easy or loving about this, we were fucking and fucking hard. I finally raised my other leg and he had me pushed up against the wall and I had my legs wrapped his waist telling him to fuck me with his black cock and fuck me hard. Again I could feel his cock getting real hard and I knew he was getting read to give me more of his baby batter and I was more than ready. I wanted to climax the same time he did so we let go at the same time. This time I saw stars and something must of happened to Derek because I felt his legs go weak and he slipped down the way to the floor. He hit the floor with his ass hard and with me still riding his cock, it just pushed his black cock deeper into my pussy and if its possible, into my womb. All I know is his cock went into some other part of my body that nothing had ever being but it also gave me another climax, bigger than the last one if that was possible. We just lay there with the water running on us. We couldn?t get up. After about 10 minutes with his cock in my pussy the whole time, we finally had enough strength to get up and finally get dressed. We had been in the locker room for over an hour and I couldn?t decide if it felt like we had been there all day or just a few minutes. All I know was it was wonderful and the start of a new way of life for me for my senior year. When I got to school the next day, Derek was there at my locker waiting for me and as I walked up, I raised my skirt showing him I wasn?t wearing any panties and went up and french kissed him. As I wrapped my arms around his neck and we kissed, I knew my dress had raised above my pussy and ass so everyone could see and I loved it, kissing a black man and showing my white body to these black boys. He kissed me back and told me I didn?t have to raise my skirt anymore. I asked him if he like me doing that and he said hell yes, I love it I just didn?t want you to think you had to. OK, in that case, I want to show you I don?t have my pussy covered for you so every day I?ll just keep on doing it and if we get the chance to fuck, there is nothing in your way. He grabbed me again and we kissed. The news of Derek and me fucking and being together went through school like wildfire. Everyone in the school knew by the end of the day which was fine with me but the black girls sure didn?t like that. My P.E. teacher had seen Derek and me the other day in the locker room fucking and had watched us for a while. I found out later that she had been divorced for about 7 months because her husband caught her and one of the black football coaches fucking in their bed. She called me in to her office and told me the principle had told her he had walked in and saw Derek and me fucking in the locker room and we needed to move it somewhere else. She told me of a storage room that she had made into a room with a bed and that Derek and I could use it as long as she and Mark, the black coach, weren?t using it. As it turned out, Derek and I used it so much that they put another bed in there so we all could use the room at the same time. We were all in there so much that at times we would watch them fuck or they would watch us. What a turn on watching a white woman getting fucked by a big black cock and her loving it. Of course it wasn?t long before we started swapping partners. Wow, I was fucking another black cock and loving it. I realized then that it wasn?t Derek I was in love with but it was black cock and the interracial taboo thing. Derek and I or some other black guy were fucking everyday at school, I just couldn?t get enough of those black cock. Mary, my P.E. coach told me that Derek?s chemistry teacher told her he was having some problems in class and could I tutor him several days a week at his house and also on Saturday. I said sure and she smiles at me knowing what was on my mind. So Derek and I started going to his house after school and we studied for the first 30 minutes. That was as long as we could wait, after that we were in his bed, either me sucking his black cock, him eating me, us doing a 69 or just fucking everyway we could think. I would usually try and leave before 5:30 because his mother and father usually came home about that time. One day time got away from us and Derik had me pinned down fucking me and me telling him how much I loved his black cock. I had wrapped my legs around him and had my hands on his ass pulling him down to make him go as deep as he could. The door swung open and his mother started yelling at us telling Derek to get off that white whore slut and get me out of her home. She didn?t want to see her son fucking one of those white girls, that they were trash. Derek?s father came in behind her and looked in his room and saw what Derek and I were still doing. We never stopped fucking when his mother came in or ever when his dad came in either. His dad just smiled and told Derek?s mother to just leave us alone, that it looked like we knew what we were doing. His mother was very cold to me the rest of the day but the next time I saw her and from then on she treated my like a daughter. I think Derek and I fucked, if not everyday we were together, there weren?t but maybe one or two days we didn?t fuck for the rest of the school year. On the weekends when I had to tutor Derek, I would tell my parents I was spending the night with a girlfriend and then spend the night with Derik. At the end of school, Derek was going to a college in Georgia to play football and I was staying in Florida going to college. But that was in the fall. We still had all summer so what I did was move in with Mary, my P.E. teacher, she was living with coach and it just seemed right for Derek to move in with me. We lived together that summer like husband and wife, we got along great and we stayed well fucked. I?ve thought about that relationship a lot because I really missed Derek. As time went by, I realized that what I missed was the interracial sex. To me it came just so natural and it felt so right. Since that time my attitude about blacks and whites together has completely changed. I enjoy seeing interracial couples together, having a good time and especially the couples that have children together. They make the most beautiful children. I also love to see the grandparents with their young interracial children. Society sure had changes through the years. Now it?s nothing to see interracial couples and in the last 10 years you see a lot more black girls with white guys. Now it?s almost even between black men, white women to white men, black women. One last thing, I never said whether I got pregnant or had a black baby. That story is for another time but let me just say, life is still wonderful. 29997 1.69/512345

Journey of a Cuckold Ch. 01

It wasn't surprising to me to that our friendship had grown beyond societal norms. We were four childhood friends, who grew up together and managed to keep in touch with each other, even after our paths separated. Life in a small town, perhaps, has these advantages. Our elite 4-people group expanded to include our wives, as one by one each of my friends got married. With in a matter of couple of years all my friends had gotten married and we had three more adorable people in our group. At 27, I was still after my first love and wouldn't even consider taking the arranged marriage route, as my friends took. As luck would have it, my friends moved to the United States in pursuit of a bright future and liberal lifestyle. I was still stuck in India, hoping that Mayuri would eventually accept my proposal. I already had couple of job offers from US companies but didn't take them up since I believed that it was only a matter of time before Mayuri accepted my proposal. My friends on the other hand wouldn't understand what was keeping me back. They never gave me a chance with this dove-eyed beauty. So, naturally they were shocked to hear the news of my marriage with Mayuri. Of all the people, Shrini was very unhappy that I never shared this secret with him. He helped me communicate my feelings to Mayuri back in college when I lacked self belief. I met Mayuri during the final year of my undergraduate studies. She was 6 years junior to us and had just joined the 11th grade class in our junior college. No sooner did she join, word about her beauty started circulating among boys in our college. I still remember - a bunch of folks from our group had made a beeline outside her classroom, just to get a glimpse of her beauty. Although, she was just in her 11th grade, she could put to shame any of the grown up girls with the kind of body she possessed. Being a Kokanastha (Maharashtrian Brahmins from coastal part) Brahmin it was not surprising that she was gifted with a flawless, fair complexion. She was around 5'4", slightly above average height by Indian standards. Her eyes and her lips were her striking features. She had awesome figure - she was neither skinny nor fat but just perfect. It wasn't surprising that there were lots of guys eyeing her and even proposed to her on rose day. Getting introduced to her was very easy for me. I was the college topper all the years and was expected to score very highly in the final year exams as well. However, carrying a meaningful conversation with her was always difficult for me as I would get distracted time and again by her stunning beauty. In no time she knew that I had a crush on her and so did my friends learn about that. I still didn't have courage to even ask her out, forget about sharing my feelings with her. Fortunately, my friends came to rescue me there. Realizing that I wouldn't be able to muster courage to confront her with my feelings for her, they sent her twenty-five red roses to her on rose day, on my behalf. I was stunned when I came to know about this. I did meet Mayuri several times after that but we never discussed about this. Later I came to know that she thought that I had sent her the roses and that it was just to communicate her about my feelings for her. While she liked my company, she was more interested in her studies at that point in time and hence she never entertained that idea beyond that point. I, however, managed to make good friends with her even after I moved out of college and we regularly kept in touch. My friends were still unaware of this, though. Shrini was with me in the college and was one of the persons who had engineered the rose day proposal. Given this background, he was understandably very pissed with the news. He, at least, expected me to share this secret with him. I had to pacify him on the phone for a while before he forgave me for holding onto my little secret but only on the condition that I share with him the gory details of our honeymoon. This was something that I should have expected from him. Shrini & Pratik were downright obnoxious at times and recklessly sharing the gory details of their sex life with us. Shrini and Pratik both regarded Mayuri to be very beautiful and would have pursued her if she had been an easy catch. However, they never left an opportunity of talking dirty about any of the attractive females in our group. In particular, both of them enjoyed sharing their fantasies of boning Mayuri, if only they got a chance. Although, they knew I had a crush on her they never really thought I was very serious about her. I was a bit concerned with all the guy talk we had back then when we quite didn't know how things would pan out in the future. I am digressing here, though. The reason I kept the little secret from everyone was perhaps only to protect my male ego. None of my friends ever thought that I could even woo Mayuri, forget about getting married to her. She was a Brahmin by caste, and a very beautiful girl at that. On the other hand, I was a South Indian, not a Brahmin and was considerably dark skinned than her. I came to know from a close friend of her that her family was against the idea of Mayuri getting married outside her caste. They definitely didn't want her to get married to a dark skinned guy like me. That's the reason, I was not too optimistic but I didn't stop persisting though. It was only after one of her elder cousins eloped with a Muslim guy next door that they were forced to seriously think about Mayuri's future. It seemed Mayuri was very keen on getting married to me but her parents were adamant about not having a South Indian Shudra for their son-in-law. Mayuri was in her final year and she had already gotten admission into an US university for her further studies. I too had received my H1B but was deliberately delaying traveling to the US. It didn't take much time after her cousin fled for Mayuri's parents to realize that I was perhaps a much better choice than either a Muslim or a Firang for that matter. The fact that Mayuri was just 20 didn't matter and on an auspicious day in the month of February 1997 we got married. So, finally I got married to the woman of my dreams, or rather a girl of my dreams. We didn't have a very long honeymoon, just a week at the nearest hill station, Matheran. And no I didn't bother sharing the gory details with Shrini or Pratik. In fact, I pretty much avoided contact with them the next couple of months until I finally relocated to the US. I found a consulting job in one of the high-tech companies in the Silicon Valley and Mayuri joined me a few months later, just before her school started. Mayuri was exceptionally ambitious and it surprised most people to see her get married at such a young age. While, most of our batch mates were enjoying our summer vacations by doing nothing, she was working with her Dad, helping him in his business and understanding the intricacies of Architecture. I had no doubt in my mind that we wouldn't step into the family way before she is into her thirties. It was her hard work and practical knowledge she gained while working with her Dad that enabled her to secure admission into this prestigious school. Very soon, she was an integral part of our group. Now, our entire elite group was in the US within a 600 mile radius with us being almost at the center. Shrini and Rohini were located in the north near Davis. Pratik and Sneha were located in Fresno, most unlikely area for a software engineer. Vinil and Dolly were located in Los Angeles area. It was very difficult for all of us to meet on a weekly basis, but we made it a point to meet on a monthly basis, at least. And most of the time the meeting was at our place. With frequent meetings, Shrini and Pratik got more of an opportunity to flirt with Mayuri. Mayuri, though, very adroitly handled their lecherous glances and advances. Having exposed to dealing with people in construction business, she knew how to conduct herself among men. I had no doubt that Shrini and Pratik envied me for having such a beautiful wife. Everything went as it should between friends until the Memorial Day weekend of 1999. Mayuri had just finished her exams and her final project presentation. We had decided to relax at home instead of using the long weekend for sight seeing. All our friends decided to spend the weekend at our place as well. We were outside on the patio having a few drinks and our discussion turned to sex. Shrini was the first one to broach up the topic. "I have been having sex almost twice a day ever since I got married!" we heard Shrini claim very proudly. "Really?" I asked eagerly. "Well it has slowed down these days. Especially the last two years things have mellowed down significantly." "I guess, that's normal after being married for six years," he added to justify. Pratik chimed in, "I totally agree!" "Four years of marriage has had a similar effect on me as well." Vinil corroborated Shrini and Pratik by saying, "Sex is not everything!" "Sooner or later there are other aspects of marriage that become more important or pertinent." And then it was my turn to give my 2 cents. "Well, I too did it twice in the first six months or so but recently it has been mostly once a day." Mayuri's studies had significantly curtailed our bedroom encounters, since her course load was very demanding and she was very adamant of finishing it in two years. "Moreover my consulting job makes it very difficult since I have to travel on a regular basis," I added justifying our low frequency given our fairly new marriage. "I don't agree with you Vinil," Shrini countered Vinil. "Other things start becoming more only important after you have kids." "And none of us have kids yet," he clarified. "So what are you saying?" asked Pratik. Shrini looked at our blank expressions and said, "Have you heard the phrase 'Familiarity breeds contempt'" "Or the phrase 'Variety is the spice of life''" he asked. "What exactly are you saying," I asked since it seemed too much of a loaded statement to me. "Well, all I am saying is that we are bored with our mundane life and we need some excitement," Shrini said calmly. "I agree," both Pratik and Vinil chimed in. "We need some excitement before we get into the rut of life and have kids," Pratik added. The more we dwelled on this topic, the more we talked about our mutual experiences and ended up concluding that we needed a little bit of excitement in our life to spike the lost interest in the sex department. Although, I didn't believe Mayuri and I had lost interest in the sex but the frequency had mellowed down and certainly it never lived up to the expectations I had from myself before marriage. As a single guy, I believed that I would be having sex every day of my life and never understood why some of the other married folks couldn't keep up their drive. Being married for couple of years made me understand that it takes quite a bit of energy to have sex and having it every night is Herculean effort, quite beyond most people's capabilities. During that discussion, I came to understand that Mayuri and I were truly naïve in the sex department. My close friends had been far more adventurous and had tried quite a few esoteric positions and also experimented with quite a few toys that were easily accessible here. Mayuri and I on the other hand usually engaged in missionary style sex and occasionally engaged in doggy style sex. Besides that we didn't try anything adventurous till date, although oral sex was not uncommon between us. It was inevitable that our discussion steered to forbidden topics in our community. As expected it was Shrini who started it by saying, "I think we should try swinging." "Are you out of your mind," yelled Vinil. Pratik and I were a little bit relaxed but definitely not interested in the direction our discussion was heading. "No I am not," Shrini replied very calmly and added, "I know quite a few of my American colleagues indulge in it and that's what keeps their marriages alive." "It is not in our culture," retorted Vinil. "Besides our wives would never agree to something that outrageous," he added thoughtfully. "I am not worrying about the execution part yet. We need to be convinced that this is the right path before we worry about how to make things happen," said Shrini. None of us could agree less. "And it is not as if such things happen only here, I knew of a secret social network in Bombay that organized swapping events." We were all ears as he continued, "Although outrageous group sex activities never happened there but wife swapping definitely happened." "They ran a lottery scheme and only wealthy, screened couples were invited." "The wives usually selected one of the keys from the pooled car keys and then she would be off with the owner of the car for a wild night feast of sex." "India is not too far behind in these things." "Anyway, we are all in the US, why should we care about the social taboos in India." The seeds were sown. Only time would tell if they would bear fruit, I thought to myself. While I agreed with Shrini's point of view, I didn't quite see a reason why one would want to experiment with such a wild idea, given that it could have disastrous consequences. I was perfectly happy with my sex life and didn't see any particular reason to experiment. However, I had been into the marriage only for couple of years and hence didn't quite know how things would materialize in future. Shrini, Pratik, and Vinil were definitely in agreement on the loss of excitement in their marriage after all these years. I wondered if any one from our group would find any person of opposite sex undesirable. At least, I found all the three women quiet attractive and would relish spending time with them in the bedroom. They were very different and unique in some sense. Sneha was the most voluptuous woman of the lot ? her luscious lips almost inviting for a kiss and her pear shaped body was almost perfect example of Indian beauty on the healthier side. Rohini was the skinniest of the lot but she was quite attractive in her own way. Her height, almost 5' 6" was certainly an advantage and her smallish breasts with her cute smile definitely had an aura. Dolly was short and petite, except in the hip region, where she seemed to be a bit well endowed. She was the cutest of the lot. Mayuri was certainly the most beautiful women from our group but had slightly smaller breasts to my taste. I did work on them over the past 2 years to bring them to B+ cup size. Given her age, it was, perhaps, acceptable to have those smallish breasts. As women generally tend to put on a little bit of weight as they age. I always believed that women generally look their best in their 30s. That was perhaps one of the reasons I found Rohini attractive. The guys on the other hand weren't all that handsome. Vinil was, perhaps, the best looking guy but then he was also the shortest. Even Dolly was slightly taller than him, although he would never admit that. Pratik was a typical Maharashtrian, slightly overweight but yet not undesirably so. Shrini was the skinniest and the tallest of the lot. Overall, one wouldn't rate him as a very attractive but he wasn't bad either. I was slightly dark skinned but I was the person with a very good physique and one who exercised regularly. All of us moved in, where our wives had gathered together and were listening very intently to what Rohini was saying. Out of sheer inquisitiveness, I asked, "What are you folks talking about?" Mayuri excitedly responded, "Rohini is talking about her thesis on polyamorous relationships in humans." I was pretty stunned to hear that and could only ask further, "What about them?" Rohini elaborated, "Actually my thesis is to understand the roots of polyamorous relationships in humans and why such relationships came into existence." "It is interesting to note that although polygamy is well understood by most Indians, it is not the only form of polyamory." Sneha added, "And polyandry was also quite popular in some parts of India." "Polyandry?" All four of us asked in disbelief. The only polyandry we ever heard was that in the Mahabharata age and only one specific case of Draupadi. "Yes, some of the tribes in Tibet still practice polyandry and it is primarily for economic reasons." "The amount of irrigable land is scarce and division of such fertile land amongst children reduces the amount available for each and consequently renders it useless." "So, polyandry is almost an economic compulsion in Tibet and socially acceptable as well," explained Rohini. "Apart from this, some of the people in Kerala and Bengal used to practice polyandry couple of centuries ago. Even today you could clearly see that they are primarily matriarchal societies," added Rohini. Dolly excitedly chimed in, "I wonder how the husbands could identify their kids." "And I always wondered how Draupadi allotted time slots to the Pandavas," blurted Mayuri. All of us could only have hearty laugh. But for Rohini it was a much more serious issue and we all looked towards her to get an expert opinion. "Well, I don't know how Draupadi managed it but it is quite an issue of mutual understanding and the wife's consent." "Most of the time, the wife sleeps with her husbands, usually not more than two, on alternate night basis," she explained. "There is never an issue about whose kid it is, since they are their kids regardless of the actual genetic parentage," she elaborated. "So, whose kid the wife bears is just a matter of luck, as all of them are having their due share from her." "Well so much for economic compulsions," she exhaled. "That explains the origins." "But what about the revival of polyamory in the west these days?" asked Pratik. "Well that is an entirely different issue and has no relation to economics or the social structure." "It is something that I could never comprehend and I have rarely heard of such things lasting lifetime of a person." "Usually, things fall apart as the mutual attraction decrease over a period of time and they never endeavor into more complex relationships involving children." "Polyamory needs phenomenal amount of trust and faith to work in the long term." "Moreover, making it publicly known causes other kind of social issues." "What about swinging or spouse swapping," I asked only to get that glare from Mayuri and the other women. "You can't compare swinging with polyamory," yelled Dolly. "Well, he can," said Rohini surprising every one. "More often than not, polyamory usually has a primary relationship that is superior to other relationships." "Such as husband-wife relationship ? that is the most important relationship and everything else is secondary." "So, people usually have polyamorous relationships by having one or two people involved from outside in the relationship." "It doesn't last for a long time but then that is by design." "Swinging comes closest to this but then the sole purpose of swinging is just having sex." "Having said that, people who are seriously into swinging, especially with the same set of people, do eventually develop polyamorous relationships." "Yes, but all this happens only in the west," said Shrini almost dismissing the idea. "No, it happens also in India but it is largely under covers," said Rohini. Rohini had worked as a social worker in India till she moved to the US and had counseled quite a few disgruntled couples, who transgressed the borders of marriage once in a while. "Indian women are not that adventurous enough for something like this," said Shrini, almost instigating the four women. Dolly quickly retorted, "I think Indian men cannot handle it. That is the reason why we Indian women never entertain such thoughts." "Ooh, touchy," said Pratik teasing them. "Really, can you guys handle it?" asked Mayuri teasingly. "Cut it out!" Vinil said restoring some sanity but he women were not to be let down and Dolly provoked us again, "Can you guys handle it?" "Handle what?" asked Pratik almost challenging them. Dolly couldn't quite say it but then Mayuri picked up the baton and said, "Having your wives sexually involved with other men." Vinil not to be let down, immediately asked, "Which other men?" "Let us say, someone among you," responded Sneha. Battle of wits had begun and both the men and women were unwilling to retreat. It was only time before things could have escalated. "Hello, you guys are just thinking about sex," said Rohini. "The problem is much more serious than that." "Yes, can you guys handle your wives getting romantically involved with other men?" asked Dolly. Shrini laughed hearing this and said, "First you ladies should be willing to spend some time alone with us before getting romantically involved with any of us." "Oh really?" asked Mayuri. "We are willing to do a lot more than that," shot back Sneha. "Okay, we will go out to watch a movie tomorrow night and each of you will accompany someone other than your husband," said Shrini. "Done!" snorted Dolly. "Just watching a movie?" Sneha asked. "Well you are watching a movie with someone else other than your husband," clarified Vinil. "Yes but what is the point?" asked Rohini. "Well, the movie is going to be a hot one and there would be lot of scenes," added Shrini. "Can you handle it?" asked Pratik. "Of course, we can handle it," said Mayuri. "But what is the catch," asked Rohini knowing very well that just watching a movie wouldn't be on our mind. "Well, it is a hot movie and our hands might be roaming and there is a very high chance that we might be in quite amorous mood," said Shrini letting the cat out of the bag. "Are you folks sure you want to go through this?" Pratik asked. "Oh we can't wait," said Mayuri looking directly into his eyes. "But can you handle it?" asked Dolly teasingly. "We will see who handle this," Shrini responded. The women said their good nights and headed to our master bedroom. We were left to sleep in the living room. Stunned by the challenges our wives posed, we didn't quite know how to react. Finally, Vinil broke the silence. "What happened? Why were these women so confident?" he asked. "Well, they got nothing to loose," Shrini said. "Who is going to win?" asked Pratik. "Only time will tell that," replied Shrini. "Actually no one," I said. "The question is who will loose?" "If your jealousy is stronger than your desire for other women then you will loose." "It is the same for them as well." "Which movie are you planning?" asked Vinil. "Not thought of it," Shrini responded. 14158 2.21/512345

Under The Flag part 2

UNDER THE FLAG Part 2 Stardog Champion jprobx@webtv.net The time it took for Tammy Scroggins to leave the Food Lion parking lot and arrive safely back home had been a complete blur. Somehow she had navigated herself home despite the fact that both her feet and hands were numb and her head was swimming in the confusion of the night's events. Sitting in the parked minivan, directly under the same basketball hoop where her oldest son, Brian, had been shooting baskets with his black friend 6 hours earlier, Tammy tried collecting her thoughts as she finally accepted the fact that she had actually seen a black person and a white person have sex right in front of her. Suddenly, Tammy dropped her hands down hard on the steering wheel, almost as if to say, "Dammitt, I give up!! This day has just been too much for me." She knew with unmittagated certainty that what she had witnessed in the Food Lion storeroom would be something she could never tell anyone about. It would be Tammy's personal cross to bear everytime she set foot in that place and had to look at Staci Simmons or that boy Staci had allowed to use her in that way. The entire trip home Tammy had replayed her brief voyueristic encounter in her head, wishing that there was some way she could have deleted the entire fiasco from her memory. Still, something struck her with intangibly sick fascination that she kept coming back to. It was the first time since she could remember that the sounds of a woman crying out in orgasmic release filled her ears. Tammy couldn't remember the last time she, or anyone else for that matter, sounded that...'fulfilled". The grunting sounds that the young man Staci was with made as he came was old hat for Tammy. It was just like the sound her husband made when he came inside of her during their ritualistic bouts of one sided love making. What kept popping up in Tammy's consciousness was the voice of that young woman, despite the fact Tammy considered the girl pure white trash, experiencing the ultimate release. Tammy purposefully tried repressing the fact that it was a teenage black thug that was causing the young woman to make those noises, but like a record player skipping over and over, the sounds of Staci's desperate sighes of pleasure tortured the middle aged white woman endlessly. Gathering her stuff from the van, Tammy slowly made her way out of the vehicle and locked the door behind her. Trudging up the walkway to the front door, Tammy could feel the lightning bug like shimmer of heat tingling between her thighs as she entered the house. Looking around at her silent surroundings, Tammy was thankful it appeared everyone had retired to their bedrooms despite the fact that it was only a few minutes after 10pm. As she climbed the stairs, fighting off her unrelenting fatigue, part of Tammy's pysche still whispered meekly to her, "Maybe Carl's still up." _____________________________________ Of all the nights for her husband to have fallen asleep early, that night had to be it. Sneaking quietly into her bedroom and closing the door behind her, Tammy slowly undressed, part of her wishing Carl would notice she was home, invite her over, and show her his way of appreciating her. Anything to put out the slow burn that had suddenly turned wicked between her legs. Once she got ot the point however where she was standing over the bed, completly naked, and all Carl did was to continue snoring with his mug smashed into the pillow, Tammy gave up and reached for her nightshirt, anxious herself to crawl into bed and put the stressful day behind her. 45 minutes after she snuggled under the covers, Tammy was finally able to let her drowsiness overtake her, falling asleep with both hands strategically wedged right between her crotch in a modified fetal position . ______________________________________ Just like her own personal "Groundhog Day", Tammy Scroggins's bedside alarm went off at precisly two minutes until six. Dragging herself out of bed once again and making her way into the bathroom to begin the same sloppy routine she had done for every weekday morning since she could remember, Tammy blindly turned on the sizzling water of the shower and waited for the heated spray to cast the whole room in a mystical fog. Staring at her murky image in the mirror, she saw the hints in her eyes of a unrealized purpose she still hadn't fully admitted to. Turning back the heavy shower curtain and stepping under the cascading jets of water, Tammy quickly lathered herself up and washed off as if she had something unmentionable to do while she had that fleeting moment of privacy. Feeling the glorious sensation of the hot water loosening her joints, Tammy teased her body tenderly, trying to work up the courage to do what she had longed to do during the dreams she had just awoke from. Blindly reaching out, as if a force greater than her was in control, the first thing Tammy wrapped her hand around was the 8 inch Herbal Essence Shampoo bottle, sitting half full, on the shower shelf. Slowly easing the tubular girth down the front of her chest, between her cleavage and finally over her trim belly until it dipped below her waistline, Tammy clenched her eyes shut, letting her instincts take over. Just as she rocked her head back, savoring the languid spray of the hot water soaking her body, the tip of the shampoo bottle collided with her freshly shaved pussy. "GOSSSHHH......," Tammy sighed out loud, under the loud whoosh of the water. "YYYEEESSSSSS," She moaned even louder as her right hand worked the phallic implement up and down her exposed, pink slit. Tammy felt her ears pop as the humidity and barometric pressure inside the sultry bathroom brazenly effected her body. "GGGAAAWWWDDDD," Tammy moaned as her left shoulder collapsed against the slick side wall of the shower stall. With her hips swirling rythemically and her knees shaking, Tammy fiendishly worked the fat end of the shampoo bottle up and down the puckered opening of her deprived sex. With the shower stream smacking her directly in the face, causing her entire upper body to look as if it was standing like a statue underneath a waterfall, Tammy swore she could see the 'oh so far off light" of her pent up orgasm at the end of the tunnel, clearly behind her tightly shut eyes. Not realizing just how unsteady she had become on the glazed floor, Tammy winced from surprise when both her knees collapsed solidly down onto the drenched platform of the shower. Kneeling now, Tammy was relentlees in pursuit of her long awaited, impending goal. Her legs parted as she squated over top of the wide girth of the embedded shampoo bottle, Tammy subtly raised her hips up into the air as she held the shampoo bottle steady with her right hand, then delicatly, she lowered her weight all the way down on top of it. With the narrow head of the bottle anchored on the slick floor of the shower stall and its fat base jutting upwards, Tammy's senses shimmered from the unreal feeling of being slowly entered by something so huge. As the crude circumfrance of the bottle pushed her labia further apart, Tammy's breathing became nothing more than a blissful series of fits and stops as the water from above continued pounding her brow. Confident now she could handle the plastic invader, Tammy's desperation for release took over and she started a tantalizing rythem with her cunt as she clutched the burrowing phallus even deeper inside of her in a pelvic stranglehold. "OOHHHH...GGGOOODDD," Tammy hissed through clenched teeth as her body began its final desperate grind against the implement between her legs. Breathing crazily through the sizzling spray bathing her face, Tammy could feel the initial strain of her long pent up stress starting to give way as he orgasm approached. Then her worst nightmare happened. Just as she readied herself to let go, the sound of the bathroom door swinging open destroyed everything she had worked for that morning. Hearing the weight of her husband's feet grogily lumber into the steamy room, Tammy weakly pressed her chin against her chest, feeling the frustration of her predicament manifest itself in a series of salty tears that leaked down her cheek, mixing with the relentless flow of the shower. "DDAAMMNNN!!!" Tammy screamed internally as she tried lifting herself up and washing what evidence of her embarrassment off before relinquishing the shower stall to Carl. Setting the now pungeant Herbal Essence bottle back up on the shower rack, Tammy turned off the shower jets and stepped out, letting her husband have his turn. "You can finish THAT when everyone else leaves later this morning," A purring voice inside Tammy's head told her, as she stepped between her husband and the sink to dry herself off. "No you won't," a more rational and realistic voice told her. "You shouldn't have even tried THAT in the first place you crazy bitch!" For the rest of the morning, Tammy darted around the house trying to keep herself occupied before she left for work. Frustrated and grouchy from her morning disappointment, Tammy fought her own biting guilt over her selfish attempt at gratification. Drowning her sorrows in a couple of extra cups of coffee, Tammy left the house at a few minutes till 11 for her job, leaving the house completly empty for the rest of the afternoon..... _____________________________________ .........or so she thought. High school kids aren't the only ones that need to take a little time off from school and enjoy themselves every once in a while. Even 11 year olds like Roger Scroggins needed some personal time as well. That's why he and two of his friends; Mark Goldstien a rail thin Jewish boy on his soccer team as well as Melvin Denson, a 12 year old black kid and another teammate, decided to skip a few classes at school and head over to the Scroggins house after Roger's Mom had left for work. All three ducked out of Harmon Middle School right before lunch and cut through a few of the suburban shortcuts until they safely reached the Scroggins house a few minutes after 12 noon. The plan was to hang out inside the house, out of the view of the neighbors and play video games while they also tried out Carl Scroggin's new pool table until 2:30 when Melvin's 18 year old brother, Kelly was supposed to pick the three boys up and get them back to school before final bell so they could be there to get picked up by their respective parents for soccer practice, as if nothing ever happened. The entire plan, for the most part, had gone off without a hitch. Kelly Denson had promptly arrived at the Scroggins house at 2:15, giving the kids about a half an hour to finish up their tense game of 8 ball. With the kids engrossed in the novelties of pool and the fact that each of thier allowances rided on the outcome, Kelly was able to slip away quietly and stroll thorugh the Scroggins house, unbothered, for a few minutes. Gingerly walking across the plush carpet of the living room, Kelly couldn't help but fixate in his mind on the image of the Confederate Flag hanging prominently in the basement where the kids were playing. The mere presense of such a vile symbol made Kelly's stomach burn with disgust and frustration. Looking around at the accumulated wealth evident around him inside the Scroggins's home, it only intensified his anger due to the family's obvious racial bent. The bitterness Kelly Denson had kept inside for his 18 years life in the Deep South welled up inside of him with every step he took through the white couple's empty home. Slowly weaving his way upstairs with his signature lazy glide, Kelly realized he was headed to the part of the house where all the bedrooms were situated. Taking in the scenery of 17 years worth of the Scroggins's accumulated marital memories while he strolled down the spacious hallway, Kelly felt as if he was in some sort of museum compared to some of the the public housing tenaments he had lived in during his life. Carefully walking down the length of the hall, once he reached the end, Kelly gazed to his right and suddenly realized he was standing right in the doorway to the Scroggins's master bedroom. Taking one final deep breath, trying to work up the courage to step inside, Kelly's feet finally started to move again on the luxurious carpet. He could still hear the faint sounds of the young boys playing pool downstairs and he guessed they still hadn't missed his presense yet. As quiet as a ghost, Kelly disappeared from the hallway, and went inside Tammy and Carl's bedroom. His eyes widened disbelievingly at just how organized and decorated the room was. It struck him as something a person would see in a Better Homes and Garden magazine. The sheer size of the one room also made his depth perception seem a little woozy. Living with his mother, aunt and little brother in some of the housing dumps over his lifetime, Kelly swore the one room he was standing in now was almost as big as some of the entire apartments he had shared with his entire family. Gently easing up to the bed in the center of the room, Kelly extended his hand down and rubbed his rough fingertips acorss the freshly made bed. He laughed to himself trying to remember the last time he actually saw a made bed, especially one with such expensive sheets and a fluffy, down comforter. As he rubbed his hand across the Scroggins's marital bed, Kelly's eyes panned around the room until his gaze fell onto Tammy's chest of drawers resting majestically beside the bed. Kelly felt as if the myriad of family photos sitting on the top of the chest were somehow all staring straight at him as he stood there. There were several of Tammy's wedding pictures, a couple of each of her kids and a few other ones that must have been either friends or other distant relatives. Carefully easing away from the bed and making a beeline for Tammy's nightstand, Kelly tried formulating in his head just what his objective was. Reaching out with his long black arms, both his hands came to rest on the smooth wooden surface of the expensive chest. Gulping twice, praying he wouldn't be caught, Kelly slowly started to pull the top drawer out, his eyes beginning to widen as the contents of the drawer came into view. The top drawer of the chest was where Tammy kept her soft, lacy unmentionables. Her neatly organized matching black, white and blue bras and panties, hosiery ranging from kneehighs, to thighhighs and full out pantyhose, plus various nighttime outfits Raising his rough black hands directly above the mass of frilly lingeree, Kevin felt his head begin to swoon as soon as his fingers embedded themselves into the material inside the drawer. As his guilt and fear over possibly getting caught going through the middle aged married woman's underwear drawer collided with his intense desire to stay there and savor the moment, Kelly suddenly thought of an option that would meet both purposes. Softly scooping his hands down into Tammy's private collection, Kelly then lifted his hands out and held two pairs of lacy panties, one dark blue the other white, and one size 34 C bra to go with it in his hands. He could feel his already rigid cock harden in his jeans as he held Tammy's soft underwear in his grip. Looking down at his crotch, Kelly delicatly smashed the bra and panties in his hand, then forced them against his straining crotch, spending about 15 seconds masturbating himself through his jeans with Tammy's undergarments. Realizing he didn't have a lot of time to waste, Kelly quickly balled up the underwear in his fist and tucked the garments into the inner pocket of his coal colored jean jacket. Preparing to turn and quickly leave the scene of his crime, a soft suggestive voice inside Kelly's head told him to stop and wait a minute. "What was that you felt when you went to pull your hand out of there?" He heard the inner voice ask him. "Take your time Son..check it out," it implored. Looking down into the still opened drawer, Kelly gently stuck his hand back into the frilly, forbidden lair. Gazing straight down into the now crumpled mass of lingeree, his right hand became completly hidden underneath the weight of the soft silky material as he explored the depths of the drawer. Kelly did his best to keep his nerves in check as he went about his search. He knew all to well what that flag hanging in the basement meant and if somehow he was to get caught doing what he was now doing, he cringed at contemplating of the consequences. Still, he just had to find out what was hidden under there. After a couple of seconds of digging, Kelly finally locked his fingertips around the square pieces of plastic that had originally grabbed his attention. With a few of the pieces securly in his grasp, Kelly then steadily began to remove them from the depths of Tammy's lingeree drawer. Holding the contents of his exploration in his trembling hand, Kelly's expression took on an exaggerated hue of shock. "Jesus....Fuckin'....Christ," Kelly spat quietly as he looked at the slightly weathered and aging polaroid pictures in his possession. Quickly matching the face in the photos with the face of the woman in the pictures around the bedroom, Kelly was almost sure they were semi naked pictures of his younger brother's friend's mother. Looking at the way the blonde hair spilled over her pale shoulders as she modeled a series of bathing suits and lingeree for an unseen cameraman, Kelly stared at the cheesecake photos of Tamara Scroggins with wanton lust and youthful vigor. ___________________________________ The pictures Kelly had found were all over 13 years old. They had been taken between Tammy's two pregnancies as a little reminder for her of how hard she had worked to lose the weight and get back into shape after her first child was born. Tammy had gotten a girlfriend of hers to snap off a few of the photos on the Polaroid camera she had bought to take pictures of her newborn baby. As well as a reminder to herself of her effort to get back into shape, the pictures also served as a kinky little "Honey, I love you" gift to her husband to savor over the years as the couple aged. 13 years later, the pictures mainly served a something to gather dust in the bottom of her underwear drawer. In fact, at that moment if Tammy had wanted to find those same photos, she would have been hard pressed to remember where they even were. Now they were in the possession of a nosy 18 year old kid who had simply happened upon them. ______________________________________ Doing his best not to bend the polaroids as he jammed them into the inner pocket where he had already stashed Tammy's bra and panties, Kelly anxiously went about cleaning up the mess he had made, trying his best to make it look as if no one had even been there. Tapping out the undergarments in the top drawer with his palms and fingertips until he was sure it looked like he hadn't even opened it, Kelly gently closed the drawer . Kelly thought for a moment about getting a towel to wipe off the fingerprints he had left but realizing he didn't have enough time, he simply patted the side of his coat to make sure his pilfered cargo was secure, turned, and made his way downstairs to gather up his little brother and friends to get them back to school before the final bell. _____________________________________ After shuttling the younger kids back to their middle school, Kelly Denson headed back to his palatial two bedroom public housing palace. As he walked through the front door he saw that his roommate, Jahon, was sitting on the sofa watching tv and doing some light petting with one of the girls he had been seeing, a chubby brunette that happened to be named Staci Simmons. "Hey Dawg," Kelly greeted his friend, realizing it wasn't the right time to spring his discovery from the Scroggins bedroom. "Hey Staci," Kelly said, also acknowledging Jahon's girlfriend. Staci smiled back at Kelly, her face casting a stoned gaze as she playfully enjoyed Jahon's groping advances. Kelly decided to make himself scarce and started heading for his bedroom to give his roommate some privacy with his girl of the moment. Just as he was about to disappear however, a glimmer of a thought popped into his head. Turning back towards the living room, Kelly addressed Staci, "Staci, you still work at the Food Lion downtown don't you?" "Yeah," Staci replied dazedly. "Thinkin' 'bout quittin' though..they don't pay shit. Why?" "No reason....I was pickin' up my brother at one of his white friend's house earlier.....Melvin said his friend's Mom worked there...just curious," Kelly answered nonchalantly. "What's her name?" Staci asked. "I don't know her first name..the last name is something like Sgruggs..or Scruggins..or something," Kelly replied. "Oh yeah...I think I know her..old blonde lady..she's on day shift most of the time..I've seen her on nights a few times too..seems real anal and uptight," Staci assessed. Kelly thanked Staci for her input and disappeared into his bedroom for a few hours. Lighting up a joint, Kelly sat in his room and listened to his stereo headphones until Jahon knocked on his bedroom door sometime later in the evening. Kelly let his friend in and they made small talk for a few minutes trying to decided what to do with the rest of the night. "She a good fuck?" Kelly asked Jahon casually about Staci. In their circle of friends, they always seemed to share notes about the pussy they were dickin' down because , in most cases, they all ended up getting a crack at it at some point and since no one wanted to waste time with a bad fuck, it was better to get the critique directly from the source. "She ain't bad..gotta a wild side to her though," Jahon said , slyly shaking his head. "That fat ass is kinda hard to throw around sometimes but she knows what's she's doin'. Last night she was at the store workin' and paged me...I went over and we ended up fuckin' back in the storeroom before she clocked out." "Damn," Kelly replied, both of them grinning madly. "Her Mom's a freak too, "Jahon continued. "She's nothing but a crank whore but she will do anything for a dick...ANYTHING!" "Shit," Kelly smiled, knowing at some point he'd probably get his crack at Staci and her tweaked out Mother's pussy as well. "So what was all that shit you aksed Staci about where your little brother's friend's mom worked?" Jahon inquired curiously. Rather than verbally answering his roommate, Kelly sat up from the bed and walked over to where his coat was hanging on the back of a chair. Reaching inside and pulling out the pictures and lingeree he had snugly hidden inside, Kelly turned back towards Jahon and tossed the contents of his discovery onto the unmade bed. "Did you fuck the woman?" Jahon asked incrediously. "Naahhh," Kelly replied , "the kids were in the basement playing video games and pool and I just decided to take a look around the place. I got nosy and ended up in her bedroom and came across these. Figured I'd already taken a chance by going in, the least I could do was bring back a couple of souveniers." Reaching down and grabbing the photos from the bed, Kelly handed his friend a few of them to closely peruse while they continued to talk. "What the hell do you plan on doing with these?" Jahon laughed. "I don't know yet," Kelly answered cryptically. _____________________________________ Just like the relentless pounding of an ocean's waves chipping away a shoreline, Tammy's rational 'tough talk' to herself about not needing a sexual release gradually waned as the following day went on. What made her will power even weaker was the fact that she had the day off from work and a lot more time on her hands to think about her sexual deprivation. After getting her husband and kids dressed and out of the house, Tammy Scroggins was left alone with nothing but her house chores, the tv and her own mind to keep her occupied for the entire day. As the morning wore on and the distractions became fewer and fewer, the burning sensation welling up between Tammy's loins became unavoidable. It seemed everytime she tried turning the tv channel, every new station had an image on the screen of young lovers kissing passionatly on some random soap opera or in the case of that days Jenny Jones show, a litany of really muscualr male strippers that were parading across the stage helping the female guests on the show live out their X-rated fantasies. It was all too much for Tammy to take. Before she knew it, she had flipped off the tv and had started making her way upstairs with the clear intention of drawing a tub full of hot water for a long relaxing bath. As she patiently undressed, Tammy proceeded to pour in a couple of drops of her favorite bubble bath also. Never able to enjoy the serenity of a relaxing bath when Carl and the kids were home, Tammy occasionally took the opportunity to enjoy the guilty pleasure when she had the house to herself. Brushing her hand through the foaming suds, Tammy smiled, realizing the water was just right. Tossing off the final vestiges of her clothing, Tammy stepped into the tub, one leg at a time, letting the soothing water envelope her all the way up to her chin. After a few minutes of peaceful soaking, the wanton side of Tammy's personality took over and shoved all pretense to the side. Letting both hands slip underneath the foamy water's crest, Tammy let her fingers explore her glistening white torso. Tweaking her well shaped pink nipples between her red fingernails, Tammy occasionally flailed her hips upwards, grinding her thighs together under the sultry water. Licking her lips in an instinctual show of arousal, Tammy guided her hands down the length of her flat stomach until they encircled the soaked rim of her pubic jewels. Already giddy from her gentle foreplay, Tammy deliberatly stroked her long fingers up and down the fissure of her burning cunt, sending siesmic shockwaves up and down her spine. Tammy's fingers and toes tingled intensly underneath the water as she wallowed in the sheer pleasure of her private moment. Closing her eyes, letting the nonstop flow of random sexual images flash spastically through her head, Tammy instantly remembered her aborted liason with the shampoo bottle from a morning before. Quickly and nimbly raising herself out of the tub, Tammy was able to knock the Herbal Essence bottle off the shelf and down into the tub with her. Taking the now slick 8 inch phallus in her hands, Tammy submerged it under the waterline and guided it to the same deprived place she had used it on 36 hours earlier. It didn't take long for Tammy's vaginal muscle memory to gladly accept the bottle's penetrating advances. Holding her labia apart with her left hand, Tammy used her right to slide the bottom end of the rounded sphere into her seething pink depths. Completly lost in her dazed detachment, Tammy's eyes starting blinking so rapidly she felt as if every fiber of her body and mind were on the verge of succumbing to her pent up lust. Thrusting her hips forwards until another inch of the shampoo bottle penetrated her vagina, Tammy's mouth opened and a low gutteral moan of pleasure gurgled out, sounding more like a machine gun than human voice. "AAAAGGGAAAHHHH," Tammy gasped as the sounds of the water splashing around the tub echoed throughout the room. As her body started pulsing un the tub, the warmth of the languid bath served to make Tammy feel that she was weightless in the water as she ruthlessly frigged herself with the blunt plastic implement. Tammy sensed she could get herself off anytime she wanted now and was torn between the joys the sweet and torturous build up was bringing her and the satisfaction and relief she knew would come from a final crushing release. With her knees now quivering together in the tub, it caused her thighs to force even more of the bottle inside of her. Tammy's eyes then slitted open and she focused her gaze on something that might make her private moment that much more memorable. Fucking herself now in a rythemic groove, Tammy lifted her right foot off the side of the tub and kicked on the water faucet. Using her tingling toes to adjust the temperature setting just right, Tammy nudged her body forward until she was close enough to position herself under the phallic piece of plumbing. Keeping the Herbal Essence bottle firmly embedded between the walls of her cunt, Tammy lurched her hips upwards as best she could, for that one moment feeling more like a teenage gymnist rather than a mid 30's mother of two, and allowed the rapid rush of warm water to flood the outer rim of her vagina. "OOOHHH...GGGGAAWWWDDDDD," Tammy screamed loudly, her insides feeling like a pinball machine that just hit 'tilt'. As the cascade of water covered her buzzing genitals, Tammy corkscrewed her waist slowly trying to stimulate herself to a vaginal orgasm on the shampoo bottle while getting her clit off by the intense stream of water from the faucet. Thrashing around the tub like a large fish that had just been hooked, a lot of the suds and water from the bathtub splashed out forcefully, soaking the floor beside the tub. Knowing she would now be physically spent for days, Tammy wanted to ring ever bit of pent up frustration out of her body as she brutally continued ramming the end of the plastic bottle into her snatch while the violent rush of water from the faucet sizzled down unmercifully onto her clit. Secure in the knowledge no one would be home for several hours, once Tammy's body gave out, she simply lounged backwards and laid the back of her head against the headrest on the tub. Letting a few more delightful minutes waste away, Tammy smiled uncontrollably as her delirious giddyness bubbled over. She could also feel the Herbal Essence bottle she had just used on herself floating in the tub now, smacking her leg playfully as if to tell her it had enjoyed the tryst as well. ______________________________________ After more than 45 minutes in the tub, Tammy figured she better muster the strength to pull herself out before her delicate white skin totally pruned over. Pulling herself up slowly, the electrical sensations of her vicious duel orgasm still effecting her, Tammy reached for her plush towel and started to dry herself off. Feeling more refreshed and invigorated than she had in easily 2 or 3 years, Tammy lovingly patted the towel over every inch over her body, staring straight at the image of herself in the bathroom mirror, proud of the woman she was seeing for the first time in a very long time. Tossing her designer black terrycloth robe around her body and grabbing the mixed drink she had made for herself before her bath, Tammy skipped into the bedroom to playfully start going about her lazy afternoon chores. As she danced happily around her bedroom, Tammy sipped at her scotch on the rocks while she straightened up and dusted. Suddenly, there was a knock on the front door downstairs followed by the ringing of the doorbell. Wondering who it could be that time of the afternoon, Tammy racked her brain trying to remember if she was expecting anything from UPS. Since the Scroggins's bedroom was on the opposite side of the house, it would have done Tammy little good to look out of the bedroom window to see who was waiting outside. With the adrenaline of her afternoon suarez still coursing through her body, Tammy decided to run down and check the door while she was still dressed in nothing but her bathrobe. Tying the robe tightly around her waist as she bounded down the steps, Tammy touched her hair up as she approached the front door. Tammy did find it a little odd however that after the initial knock, the person outside hadn't deemed it neccassary to knock again in the meantime as she neared the door. Pouncing up to the door, looking like a cute little blonde kitten with bare feet, Tammy took a quick peek out of the round peephole in an attempt to see who was standing on the front porch. To her frustration, she could see no one. On further inspection however, Tammy did see a large business envelope laying right in front of the door on the welcome mat. "They usually make you sign for the damn thing," Tammy cursed as she opened the door, thinking it was a package from Fed Ex perhaps. Tammy clutched her arms to her chest as she went out into the cool October air, trying to keep her robe tightly covering her bosom as she bent over to see what had been dropped off at her house. She immediatly began to get an uneasy feeling seeing that there was no writing on the entire envelope, no return address, no postage, nothing. Turning quickly to get back inside and out of the cold, Tammy held the package loosly in her hands and disappeared into the house, her curiousity now at a fever pitch. Once she was safely back inside her house, Tammy walked the envelope over to the couch and sat down to open it. Taking her fancy metal letter opener from the coffee table in front of her, Tammy stabbed the end of it into the letter's seal and delicatly ripped it open. Holding the top open with her right fingers, Tammy reached in with her left hand and grabbed the contents. What she felt suprised her. There was nothing more in the big, bulky envelope but one lone piece of notebook paper with something plastic attached to it with a paper clip. Pulling the cargo out into the light of day, Tammy eyes suddenly bugged out in a stoned stare as she felt, what amounted to a ton of falling bricks crash directly into her stomach. Holding the piece of paper in her now ice cold trembling hands, Tammy cringed as she glared at the polaroid picture that was attached to the paper. It was a composite picture of several other pictures of her, with someone's kitchen floor as a backdrop. The source of the photos hit Tammy directly like an old song she hadn't heard in years. The picture that the new polaroid had captured were ones of her posing in her sheer bras and panties over a decade earlier. Pulling the picture away so that she could see what was written on the piece of paper, Tammy felt her head start to throb and her gut turn sickly as she whispered the forebodding message out loud; It read, If you don't want everyone in town to see these pictures Bitch...you better meet us under the bridge on 12th street at 7 o'clock tonight! Or Else!! PART 3 Coming soon Thanks for reading 2923 1.24/512345