What a Vacation!

WHAT A VACATION! by The Houston SHOWOFF I feel I have lived every married man's fantasy! A few weeks before our most recent vacation, late last year, my wife Beth and I had a discussion that went something like this: "Well, Honey, what do you want to do for your vacation?" Asked Beth. "You mean 'our' vacation, don't you, and I'm not sure yet." I replied, "but I'd like to go to Florida, where it's warmer." (Our vacation was planned for late November, when it's cool in most of the US.) "Ohhh, that'd be nice, we could go to Epcot and maybe see the Space Center, but no, I MEANT YOUR vacation. Remember, I don't work for a living, I stay home, so it's YOUR Vacation, Jim. Now, what do YOU want to do?" She answered. "I think you'd probably take issue with some of the things we would do on MY vacation, that's why I said it's OUR vacation. That way we do what YOU want to do, and you don't get upset at me." I explained. "You haven't even told me what it is that you want to do, how do you know I'd get upset." She asked pointedly. "OK, I've only got 3 things that I'd like to include in MY vacation. Anything else, we could do what YOU want to do. Are you sure you want to hear what they are?" I kidded. "Yes, I want to know what they are, 'cause we're gonna do them!" She exclaimed. "It's YOUR vacation, so we'll do whatever it is YOU want!" "I'll let you change your mind after I tell you the first thing." And I proceeded to tell her the first thing that I had in mind. "Oh! Well, we've done that before, and it WAS exciting for both of us," she admitted. "What's the second thing?" So I told her that, too. "You know I don't like..." she started out testily. "Wait a minute!" I cut in, "I'm not going to let this escalate into an argument. You asked me what I wanted to do for a vacation. I even argued that you didn't want to know, but you talked me into telling you. Now if you don't want to do it, admit I was right, and we can get on with planning OUR vacation." She was quiet for a few minutes while she thought about what I'd said, before she continued. "You're right. You know what I like and don't and it IS your vacation. You have the right to want to do anything. What's the third thing?" I told her that, too. I was surprised that she didn't blow up over what I suggested, but she didn't. All she said was "I'll think about it, but lets still plan to go to Florida...I like that much of it anyway." About a week before we were to leave, when we were snuggling on the sofa watching TV one night, she brought it up again. "If we did all the things you want to do, could we still visit Epcot and the Space Center?" "Sure," I replied, "And maybe even go to St Augustine, too. We've never been there before, and if we have time, maybe drop down to the Everglades." "Ohhhh, That would be nice. We both like the Everglades." She said, then hesitated before she said, "Ok, let's do it. What the hell, you only live once!" "All of it?" I asked, caught off balance by her sudden agreement. "Sure, why not." She agreed, "It's obviously something you've thought about for a long time, and it IS YOUR vacation. So, sure, all of it." I was ecstatic! And you'll see why as you read the following account of our vacation. We left Houston (yeah, I know it's warmer there than most places, but it's normally warmer yet in Florida) on Thanksgiving morning about 8 o'clock. I was wearing my usual driving 'outfit', a pair of sweat pants and, even though it was cool (about 50 degrees or so) a short sleeved shirt. Beth was wearing a light jacket over a button up the front blouse and a pair of slacks. Once the car got warm inside and we got out of the heavy traffic surrounding the city of Houston, and onto I10 East, I turned to Beth and said "You can open your blouse any time you want." I got a thrill (as I always do) as I watched Beth pull the light jacket open, then unbutton all the buttons on her blouse and pull both sides wide open, exposing her tits to anyone in a vehicle high enough to see into the car. (That was one of the 'rules' of this trip, no bras allowed.) This includes most large pickups, big vans and tractor-trailer rigs, 'cause we drive a low 'sports' car. Beth's tits are really nice! They're soft, they sag a little and they're topped by large, stand-up nipples, surrounded by red/maroon areola that darken as she gets excited. And from their color, and the fact that her nipples were already standing, I guessed that she was already getting excited. "Now to glide up next to that rig up there." I said as I watched her tits bounce and jiggle. "I'll see how long we can stay along side. Remember, you agreed to look up and smile or wave if he looks down at you." "I remember." Beth said sweetly, "If he looks, I will." We crept slowly up till we were driving right next to his window, then I matched speeds with him and waited. It wasn't long before I saw Beth smile up at the driver, then quickly avert her eyes, but I thought her areola's got a little darker and I knew she would get bolder as the day went on. Unfortunately, another car pulled up behind us at that time, so we had to pull past the truck to let the other driver get by. As soon as he got by the truck, though, the truck pulled into the left lane and passed us, pulling back in right in front of us. Then he slowed down a little, just enough that I had to either slow down or get back into the left lane. Since no other cars were coming up in that lane at the time, I did just that. Then I pulled slowly back up to the tractor and 'hung' right next to the driver's window again. "He must have liked the view." I said as I looked over at Beth and saw her smile, then wave toward the truck cab. "I guess so," she said as she continued to smile upwards at him. She giggled (I LOVE watching her tits bounce when she does that...and I'm sure the trucker did too!), then continued "He's giving me the 'thumbs up' sign, and blowing me a kiss." "Great!!" I exclaimed. "Blow one back! It never hurts to be friendly." As she blew the kiss back, another car came up behind us, wanting to get past. As before, I pulled forward and let him bet by, and the trucker went past us again, jumping back into the right lane as soon as he got past us. We pulled up to the cab for the third time, then, for the next hour or so, continued to play 'leap frog' along the road with the trucker. I made sure to provide him with as much time as I could to see Beth's tits, and from the amount of waving and smiling Beth did, I know he was looking as much as he could. "He's trying to tell me something, but I can't make out what it is." She said with a look of concentration on her face, then continued thoughtfully, "Let's see.." There's something really exciting about watching your wife, when she's got her blouse wide open, and her tits totally visible, look up at a total stranger, trying to figure out what he's saying. This is especially true when you know that that other man can see her nipples, watch her tits bounce, and is loving the view! AND when she's exposing herself because she knows you want her to. WOW, it's a GREAT feeling. "It's almost like he's saying we should pull over." She finally said. "Maybe he wants us to pull into that rest stop up ahead." I suggested, "Oh, that's probably it." She agreed. "And that's also a good idea, I've got to pee." "Ok, nod you head and give him a 'thumbs-up' sign to indicate that we understand." I said, "And try to figure out if he wants us to go first or follow him." "Ok," she responded as she started making gestures. A few seconds later she continued, "I think he wants us to follow him in." As we were just about at the entrance to the rest stop, she reached for the sides of her blouse to close it as we pulled in behind the truck to follow him into the rest stop. He pulled around to the back and parked parallel to the curb towards the far end of the parking area. He jumped out and walked back to our car as I was pulling my jacket on. Walking to Beth's side of the car, he opened the door for her, then said, "I wanted to say 'thank you' for providing that beautiful view! You're one very nicely built lady! And the way your titties bounce, they must be really soft!" "Thank you," Beth replied as she got out of the car. "Glad you enjoyed it." I told him as I joined them at the back of our car. We chatted on the way to and from the bathroom and learned that his name is Frank, he's a really nice guy, and that he was headed for Jacksonville on that trip. We, in turn, explained that we were only going as far as Lafayette that day, but he was welcome to travel next to us while we were on the road. As we walked back to the car, I noticed that Beth was favoring him with many smiles, and generally looking turned on. I couldn't believe how well this was going after all. It really was turning out to be a dream come true. After we got back to our car, and Beth had gotten into her seat and closed her door, Frank asked me across the roof, "Would it be possible for me to get a closer view before we head down the road again? She looks so good from way up there, I can't believe the view wouldn't be better down here." I sat down and asked "Did you hear what he is asking?" "Sure, you don't mind do you?" Beth asked as she started unbuttoning her blouse again with a sultry smile on her lips. "MIND????," I said, incredulously, "I'd love it!" I got another thrill watching my wife pull her blouse wide open again, this time to intentionally, voluntarily show her tits to another man. I was really excited to notice that her nipples were standing as tall as I'd ever seen them, and that her areolas were quite dark, even in the bright sunlight. The proof of this is that the front of my sweats were 'tenting' up from my very stiff hard-on. "What if he wants me to open the window?" she asked coyly. "I don't have a problem with that." I stated, "Nor do I have a problem with him sticking his hand in to see for himself how soft you are!" Sure enough, as Frank looked Beth opened the window. "Wow, your titties ARE more beautiful and softer looking the closer I get. Are they really as soft as they look?" he said as he put his hands on the door and leaned closer. "I think so, " I said, then went for it. "But you'll only know if you test them yourself." Well, Frank didn't need a second invitation. Watching him reach into the car and caress first Beth's right, then her left tit, and squeeze each nipple when he did, was almost more than my cock could bear. I was just able to keep from cumming and putting a sticky mess in my sweats. And it didn't help any that Beth had her eyes closed and was beginning to breathe heavily. "Wow, these really ARE nice and soft!" Frank said as he moved his hand back to Beth's right tit. "Since it's about lunch time, would you be offended if I offered to buy you two lunch? There's a nice little place just down the road a little." "No, we wouldn't be offended." I replied as I watched him move his hand back to her left tit and squeeze the nipple again. "I think that would be really nice of you. What do you think, Beth?" "Yeaaaaaah," was all she said in reply, in a soft voice. "I guess that answers that question." I told Frank. "Lead on any time you're ready, just let us know when we should pull behind you to get off." "Ok," responded Frank as he moved his hand over for another 'pass', "I'll either point behind me if you're next to me, or blink my lights twice when the exit is coming up. It's only about 45 minutes down the road." I was smiling so much it made my face hurt, I was so happy watching as he squeezed her tits a few more times before backing up and walking to his truck. When we got on the road again, as we were following Frank, letting him get his speed up, I turned to Beth and said, "That was really GREAT! And I think I enjoyed it almost as much as you did! Frank's really a nice guy, too!" "Yeah," answered my wife, "And he's got a really nice soft touch, too. Even though his hands are a little rough, they felt really good. He's a cute guy, and you're right, he's a nice guy, too!" We played 'leap frog' all the way down to the restaurant exit before we got off and followed him to the parking lot. This time, even though he pulled into the back again, we were able to park right next to the cab. Again I was surprised by my wife's actions. Even though it was bright and sunny, and just after noon, and the parking lot was kind of full, with people walking back to their cars, she didn't close her blouse till Frank had gotten out of his cab and opened her door. Then she let him watch as she smiled coyly up at him while she buttoned the blouse from the bottom up, keeping it open, and her tits visible to him as long as possible. We had a leisurely lunch, and talked the whole time. We found that Frank is a very likable guy, that he travels through Houston at least once a month (more on that in some later story), and that he likes many of the same things that we do. He is a widower, having lost his wife to a drunk driver some 3 years before. We also learned that he would have to keep moving most of the night because he had to deliver his load in Jacksonville by the next night. (I was a little disappointed as I saw some possibilities there, but still considered the first 'activity' of our vacation to be a rousing success!) As we were walking out of the restaurant, I asked Frank "I assume that you are planning on stopping by the car again, before we get back on the road?" Beth answered for him, saying "Of course he is! Frank, you don't need to get moving THAT quickly that you can't enjoy yourself a little first!" Frank smiled widely as he said, "No way. I was hoping that I'd be allowed to stop on the way out. And since we've got a couple hundred more miles before we get to Lafayette, I'm hoping there's a rest stop in between here and there, too!" As before, as soon as Beth got in the car, she started unbuttoning her blouse, this time before Frank even thought of closing her door. So he didn't. Instead, he squatted down next to the car and played with Beth's tits while we talked some more. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately, since we didn't want to get arrested), no one else was anywhere near the back parking lot, so no one but me saw Frank playing with my wife's tits for the next 15 minutes. And again, it wasn't long before Beth laid her head back against the seat and started breathing heavy, and I noticed that she put her hand on Frank's leg, high enough up the inside of his thigh that, had his cock been hanging down that pant leg, she would have had her fingers on it. In turn, Frank laid his hand on the top of her thigh, but couldn't bring himself to move it to between her legs. I doubt that she would have objected, and I certainly wouldn't have. Finally, Frank stood up, leaned over, kissed my wife on the lips, and said "From the bottom of my heart, thank you. You've made me very happy. I guess it's time for me to try to find another woman to replace my first wife. I just hope I can find someone as exciting as you, Beth." With that, he closed her door, walked to his truck and we headed for the open road again. Between there and the next rest stop, Beth and Frank smiled and waved at each other every time we pulled up to his window. I figured it was time for me to get into the act too, so I started caressing her tits and squeezing and pulling on her nipples when we were at a place where Frank could see what was happening. At the next rest stop, after we had all been to the bathroom, Frank again squatted next to the car for a time to caress Beth's tits and chat with me. This time though, Beth moved her hand around on his pant legs until she found what she was looking for. She also sat with her left foot up on the dash board and her right one just outside the door, leaving her legs spread wide enough for Frank to lose his hesitation and move his hand to the crotch of her slacks. More and more I was really disappointed that he wouldn't be able to stop in Lafayette with us. I could imagine some real fun happening if he could! But I guess Frank was feeling just as disappointed, since he didn't even pull off with us when we exited at Lafayette. Beth wasn't very happy about it either, but we helped each other feel better as soon as we got to the hotel room and tried to fuck each other's brains out. And later that evening, Beth felt a little better when I took her to the local mall and bought her a skirt for her to wear during 'phase two ' of my dream vacation. The skirt is light colored, loose, short (mid- thigh when she's standing) and has a little belt to keep it in place, but we didn't get to use it until we got to Pensacola, FL. two days later. We arrived there in the late afternoon, and, while we had passed many truckers over the past two days, none had shown the interest that Frank had displayed. Most had cheerfully waved or blown their horn, and just about all of them had radioed their friends to watch for our car, but none had approached us at any rest stops. We were both a little disappointed about that, but still cheerful that we had learned that it's a real turn-on for us to allow them all to see Beth's tits as we drive. After we checked into the hotel for the night, and eaten dinner, it didn't take us long to find what I was looking for: an adult theater in a neighborhood that didn't look like it had recently been bombed. We both feel more comfortable when the area looks 'safe'. For this part of my dream vacation, Beth was wearing her new skirt and a light, loose, sleeveless blouse that I had made for her some time back, made of loosely woven cotton, and nothing else. I was wearing my sweats with a button shirt. In the right light, you can clearly see the shadow of her areolas through the fabric. It has a scoop front held closed by snaps and can be taken off either by undoing the snaps or simply pulling it over her head. After our eyes adjusted to the light in the theater and we could see by the light from the large screen, we noticed that there were about 6 or 7 guys in the theater. All had seen us and were continuing to watch us to see where we would sit. Interestingly enough, instead of theater seats, there were about 10 large couches neatly arranged into 5 rows in front of the screen. We chose to sit in the middle row, next to the isle on the left side. This left the left end of that couch empty. The current scene on the screen had some gal with giant tits (90 % of which were false) trying to lure a vacuum cleaner salesman into demonstrating his equipment in her bedroom (yeah, right...talk about reality). In any case, we didn't pay any attention to it for long as we started making out and watching the other patrons move around the room to get closer to where we were so they could see anything that might happen. They didn't realize it, but that's just what I wanted them to do! It wasn't long before I was nibbling on Beth's ear, something that she loves and that turns her on every time. As the first guy moved onto the couch directly in front of us and turned around to see what he could, I unsnapped all the snaps on her blouse and pushed both sides wide apart, letting him get a good view of her beautiful tits. Beth and the guy gasped at the same time, he because he was getting the view he wanted but didn't expect, Beth because I squeezed her left nipple and pulled it straight out until it slid out of my fingers and her tit bounced back onto her chest. This is something else that she loves and turns her on big time. I moved my hand over to her right tit and started stroking the nipple about the same time as another guy got up from behind us. Apparently he knew what was happening, and planned on taking as much advantage of it as he could. "Check this out" I whispered into my wife's ear as the guy from behind us stood looking at us from the left end of our couch. Beth turned her head and, in the suddenly brighter light from the screen, saw that he had his cock and balls hanging out of his zipper. Hanging is not the right term for his cock, however, as it was standing up, giving us the one-eyed stare. And it was very fat. As Beth continued to stare back at it, the guy decided that he would sit on our sofa and walked over and sat right next to Beth. The closer he got, the better we could see that this was man did not have small equipment. It was long (it must have been as it was sticking at least 7 inches out from his zipper), and it was fat...at least fatter than I am, maybe half again as thick! By the time he sat down, Beth was starting to breathe heavy. She reached down and grabbed my cock, squeezing my hard-on delightfully. I told her so, too, and continued to stroke her tits and pull on her nipples while I nibbled on her ear. Every time I let go of her ear, she would tilt her head and look down, almost like she thought his cock would go away for some reason. The guy shifted his position so he was seated almost sideways on the couch, facing us. I decided it was time to advance a little and stroked Beth's leg from her knee up to the bottom of her short skirt. I also leaned my head over and started sucking on her right nipple, something that most women find very enjoyable. Meanwhile, the guy in front of us had been joined by 2 others, all kneeling on the couch facing us and enjoying the view of Beth's beautiful tits and very dark (by now) areolas. They must have been enjoying it because they were all stroking themselves, and it was very obvious. Beth's breathing was getting heavier yet, I noticed as she whispered something to the effect that the guy next to her was very big. I told her to check out the guys in front of us and she giggled a little when she realized what they were all doing. "But I can't see anything." She complained quietly. "I can fix that," I answered just as quietly and leaned up and told the first guy that Beth couldn't see what they were doing and that she was disappointed about it. As soon as the word had been passed to each one, he would stand up so Beth could see his cock. The only problem was that they were blocking the light. I suggested that they spread apart a little and turn sideways some to let her see, and they responded immediately. That made her smile at them, which caused them to 'double their efforts' so to speak. I looked over at the guy next to Beth and saw that he had not been wasting any time. He was already moving his hand up and down on my wife's arm, stroking it gently and watching her tits bounce as I caressed them. Again, I moved my hand down to her leg, only this time I made sure I moved her skirt up some when I caressed her leg. Beth reacted to this by spreading her knees wider apart, giving me a signal to continue along that avenue. She laid her head back on the seat and closed her eyes as I caressed the inside of her thighs, moving her skirt up a little higher. The guy next to her got bolder and moved her hand from the couch to his cock, and I watched excitedly as her fingers wrapped themselves most of the way around it and started to gently pull on it. That helped him to get bolder yet and he reached over and squeezed her left tit. When neither of us complained about it, he started caressing it and stroking her nipple. By now, Beth was breathing so heavy it was almost a pant. I figured it was time to 'go for broke' and picked up the bottom edge of her skirt and tucked it into the waistband, exposing her thighs all the way up to her pubic hair. Knowing what I really wanted, Beth spread her legs wide, giving the guys in front a good view of her pussy. Then she raised her feet and rested them on top of the couch in front of us, giving them an even better view. Beth opened her eyes and looked at them just as one groaned and his cock spit cum. Fortunately for the rest of them, he missed hitting their clothes, getting it only on the floor and a little on the back of the couch they were standing behind. As he moved away, another guy took his place, someone who had just come in and found he was in for a live treat, instead of a filmed version. About that time, the guy next to Beth decided that he would be safe playing with both of her tits. This made Beth really pant as he was sucking on her left nipple as he stroked her right one. Meanwhile, I had my hand on her very wet pussy, opening her slick lips for all of the guys in front of us to see the pink inside. When I heard her pant more heavily, I slid two of my fingers down her well lubricated slit and into her very hot pussy, making sure to press down with my hand to maintain pressure on her clit. I noticed that she was pulling harder and faster on the guy's cock and knew he wouldn't be able to take much more of this. And I was right. As I was stroking my fingers in and out of her pussy, he noticed the motion, lifted his head, groaned once and sprayed cum straight up and onto the front of his shirt. As soon as Beth felt his warm cum running down onto her fingers, she started gasping, as sure sign that she was about to have an orgasm herself. I renewed my efforts at giving her the pleasure that she wanted and we were both rewarded in short order. She lifted her ass off the couch and gasped three times in quick succession just as the three guys in front came almost in unison, squirting cum all over the couch they were standing in front of. The guy next to her, although he had already cum, was doing his best to help too by sucking harder on her nipple as he squeezed and pulled the other while got off. Needless to say, a good time was had by all, although we never did learn who any of the guys were. They were all polite, and thanked us profusely before we left. When we got back to the hotel, we found that we were still excited from the experience and fucked each other silly again. We also had a beautiful nights sleep and got up the next morning more rested than we had been in weeks. Back on the road again for a few days as we continued OUR vacation. I have to admit that, so far, my desires had all been far exceeded, to my great satisfaction. Even Beth had admitted that she was really enjoying herself because she was 'letting go' of many of her hangups "but only for our vacation". I finally located what I was looking for to execute my third wish for a vacation near Space City, Florida. A club called "Special Friends" and we decided to go the next evening. Beth was wearing her new skirt and a different blouse I had made for her to wear primarily when we go camping. This one was also sleeveless, but with buttons up the front. What makes it 'special' is that it is made out of a dark green, almost tie-dyed patterned material that is actually see- thru. You just have to make your eyes look through the pattern and you realize that you can see that she's not wearing anything under it, and it's not the pattern that's gently bouncing and swaying, but her tits under the fabric. When we entered, we could see that, although it was still quite early (about 7:30), there were quite a few people already there. Off to one side were 4 couples sitting together at one table, talking excitedly because they knew what they were going to do for the evening. There were also about 8 or 10 single guys, mostly very young (in their 20's), at a few tables, watching a porno flic on a TV on one wall. Over all, the club is very nice. We walked to an open table and Beth sat down while I went to the bar to get something to drink (in Florida, clubs without liquor licenses can serve beer and setups, you have to bring anything else). While I was waiting for the bartender to get our drinks, a distinguished looking man about our age, or maybe a little older, walked over and asked if this was our first time there. When I replied that it was, he invited himself over to our table to welcome us, and explain the 'rules' and the layout of the club. He introduced himself as Roger and sat down on Beth's left, explaining that he owned the place, which was why he recognized us as 'newbie's'. As he is a very outgoing and charismatic person, Beth and I warmed to him immediately. When he asked what we had come there for, we explained that one of my fantasy's has been to make love in front of other people. He told us that we would certainly be appreciated by the single guys, and assured Beth that she would be 'safe' because of the rule that says single guys must be asked before they can participate. Beth liked that, and relaxed and started chatting excitedly with Roger. "I really like your blouse!" Roger said as soon as he noticed that he could see through it. "Where did you buy it, I'd like to get more in various sizes, I could sell a lot of them." "Well," Beth replied looking at me, "You'll have to ask Jim. He made it for me." Roger looked at me as he said "You did a great job! I think it's neat how you can see through it, but not until you realize that you can. Let me refresh your drinks, on the house this time." As Roger went back to the bar, I noticed that Beth's legs were spread and that one of the single guys directly across the room in front of us was watching her closely. I noticed too that every few seconds Beth would look up in that direction. I leaned over and suggested that to Beth that she lean back and put her heels up on the side rungs of the chair legs to give the guy a better view yet. And, as she did that, I also suggested that she open a button on her blouse to give Roger a better view. She smiled at me and opened 3 of the four holding it closed, saying "Don't you mean most of them? I mean don't you think Roger's a really nice guy, just as nice as Frank?" "You bet," I replied with a growing hard-on. "And I'm sure he'll appreciate the view just as much as the guy across the room is enjoying his view, too!" As Roger was coming back he smiled widely when he saw that Beth had her knees up and her legs spread wide apart, "flashing" the guy across the room. As he sat down he also noticed immediately that Beth's blouse was now 3/4 of the way open, and said "Ohhhh, very nice! I like looking at nice tits! And your's are VERY nice!" Having said that, he reached over and lifted the right side of her blouse so he could see her whole tit. Just as he was doing that, a couple of the single guys walked over and got a good view themselves. One of them leaned over and whispered something in Roger's ear, while looking right into Beth's blouse at her quite visible nipple. I looked at Beth's face and saw that she was really starting to enjoy all the attention and had a very pleased smile on her face as she watched the men looking at her. I also noticed that she was starting to show a 'lust rash' at the base of her throat, and hoped things would turn out better than I had ever thought possible. Roger shook his head and whispered something back. The guy stood upright, smiled and, still looking down Beth's blouse, stuck his hand out to me as he said "Hi, I'm Fred and this is Jack. I understand that you two only want to be watched tonight, so we'd like to 'volunteer' to do the watching. I must say, what I've seen so far is really beautiful." After I shook his hand, he extended it to Beth, who happily greeted him and asked them both to sit down. Through all this, Roger had kept hold of Beth's blouse and his eyes on her tits. While Fred and Jack sat themselves he said "You know, for tits to bounce like that, they really have to be soft. And I LOVE soft tits. I'm glad you two decided to come to my place tonight, but my arm's getting tired. Why don't we go to the locker room and get undressed, then I can give you the 'official' tour?" So we all got up and went through an unmarked door next to the bar. Once inside the door, we realized that we were in a combination shower/changing room. Along one wall were lockers (about 100) and the other wall was floor to ceiling glass panels, with a wall of shower heads beyond them. The bartender came through another door, handed us towels and keys for 5 of the lockers, explaining that the elastic bands attached to the keys was so we could keep them with us, wearing them as wrist bracelets until we got dressed again. As we were getting undressed, all of the men were watching Beth closely. After she took off her blouse, she bent over to push her skirt to her ankles to take it off. About the same time (and I'm sure it was intentional) Roger turned toward her, resulting in his stiff cock (another one longer and fatter than mine. I'm beginning to wonder why mine is considered to be "average" at 6 inches!) bouncing right in front of her, about an inch below her nose. To my surprise and excitement, she leaned forward a little more and kissed the head of his cock. It was just a quick kiss, but it thrilled me, and apparently thrilled Roger too, as he smiled at her and said 'thank you'. When we were all naked, Roger indicated we should all go through another door just behind where I was standing. I opened the door and Beth went through, followed closely by Roger who had his hand on her shoulder. As they walked through the door, I smiled as I watched Roger's hand slide down Beth's back and stroke her ass. I was beginning to like this club more all the time! The single guys followed me into the next room, which is the pool/hottub room. Roger was explaining to Beth that there is also a general 'fun' room for everyone, a 'dungeon' room, a 'party' room for groups, and some 'speciality' rooms for folks with 'unique' tastes. All these rooms are upstairs, where we'd go after we enjoyed the hottub and the pool. After the rest of us got situated in the hottub, Roger announced that he was going to start the air jets and walked over to a switch on the wall. As the jets came on, Beth reached over, grabbed my cock, and smiled excitedly as she said "Isn't this place NICE! Wow, I didn't even know something like this existed unless you were very rich and could afford to put it in yourself. Look at that pool, just the perfect size." "Yeah, it IS the perfect place, especially for a vacation." I responded as Beth started to gently moved her fingers up and down on my cock, "And I'll bet Roger would enjoy it if you did for him what you're doing for me right now." "You think so?" responded Beth teasingly as Roger sat down right next to her. "You don't think he'll do the same thing that guy in the movies did, do you?" "Nah,", I replied, "I'd bet he's got higher hopes in mind." Beth playfully stuck her tongue out a me, then turned to Roger. "Jim thinks you'd like this. Is he right?" "Ohhhh, yeaaaahhh!" exclaimed Roger as he felt my wife's fingers close around his stiff cock. "Yeaaaaahhhh, just like that!!! .......Thank you...and him!" All of us got quiet for the next little while as we enjoyed the warmth of the hottub and the sensations we were giving each other. I know Beth was slowly, gently stroking both Roger and me, and the two single guys were stroking themselves, and that I was stroking Beth's tits while nibbling on her ear. I also knew that Beth had her right leg over my left leg and I suspected that she had her left leg over Roger's right one. What I didn't know, until the jets timed out and the water stopped moving, was that Roger had his right hand between my wife's legs, gently squeezing and massaging her pussy with his fingers. Beth turned her head toward me and contentedly sighed "This is WONDERFUL!", then we kissed a very hot and steamy kiss. After we broke the kiss, Roger asked "Can I get one of those too?" "Sure!" answered Beth and leaned over to his face. While they were kissing, I memorized the view that I had of a beautiful scene. I could see 2 naked guys sitting across from us slowly stroking their hard cocks. I could see my wife gently stroking my cock and the cock of another man while I played with her tits and she kissed him. I could see that her legs were spread wide apart, giving that other man free and total access to her pussy. And I could see that he was pressing and rubbing his fingers up and down her slit, squeezing her lips together or circling her hole with a finger every so often. I was so turned on, I thought I would cum right there in the hottub, but I managed to control myself. When they broke their kiss, Roger suggested that we all get into the pool, where the water is a little cooler and "invigorating". Roger led the way out of the hottub and I let the single guys follow Beth up the steps. One of them got a smile from her as he reached out and stroked her ass as she moved up the stairs, so I told them both quietly that they had my permission to fondle her if they got the chance. We spent the next 1/2 hour or so in the pool, and, as Beth and the singles swam to the other end I took the opportunity to tell Roger that I had given them permission to feel her up if they got the chance. He said he appreciated my telling him that because he would have had to kick them out otherwise. The reason for this is that as soon as they got to the other end of the pool, they started playing games like diving and swimming under her, stroking her pussy as they swam on their backs between her legs. Roger joined in at one point by putting his head between her legs and trying to stand up. Since he was having some trouble lifting her, the Fred and Jack "helped" by each one grabbing a tit in one hand and an ass cheek in the other to get her off of his shoulders. Another great sight for me! Finally, I suggested that we go see the rest of the club and we all got out and dried off. The first upstairs room that Roger showed us could only be described as the "Dungeon" room. There were cables with hooks and strings with nipple clamps hanging from the ceiling and on the walls were many 'Eye-bolts' for attaching the 'slave' in any position imaginable. As this isn't our style, we went on to another room. I should also mention here that, even though Beth was walking with me, Roger, Jack and Fred all took every opportunity to caress, stroke, and/or fondle my wife. I loved it, and so did she. The next room was more to our taste. Lining 2 of the walls were 8 or 9 mattresses. On the other wall were 2 narrow benches, similar to weight lifting benches, but padded much better. Hanging in the center of the room was something that looked like a sling chair, but was somehow different. Roger called it a "Love Sling" and explained that it was hanging from a very strong bungee cord. Beth immediately wanted to know how to use it, so Roger agreed to show her. Fred and Jack were also familiar with it, so they helped Beth to get in it and sit properly. Naturally, this involved them holding her tits, and putting their hands on her pussy multiple times. Since neither of us complained (least of all Beth, she was REALLY enjoying it!), Fred and Jack spent more of the time feeling her up than actually helping. Once she was in the chair part, Roger stood between her knees and showed her how to put her feet in the stirrups, then stood back to allow the rest of us to view my beautiful wife in all her naked glory. I'll describe it as best I can, but you're probably going to have to use a lot of your imagination to really understand why the view was so stimulating to all of us guys. First of all, she was not laying on her back, but sitting up, more of in a reclining posture. The effect of this is that her tits weren't sagging to either side, but hanging down her chest, more like when she sits upright and her nipples were pointing straight at us (all of us were standing at her feet, for obvious reasons). Her feet were elevated and her knees were bent back slightly, forcing her legs WIDE apart. This gave us the most beautiful view in the world. Imagine how I excited I felt: here was my wife with her knees and feet wide enough apart that her pussy lips were spreading, with 3 other men with very stiff cocks staring between her legs...and she's got the biggest smile on her face I've ever seen. To say I was thrilled, excited, and turned on beyond belief would be a gross understatement! We were all silent for a few minutes, Beth basking in the stares of four obviously sexually excited men, one of which was her husband, and the four of us just enjoying the spectacular view of a beautiful woman so turned on that the light was positively sparkling off all the lubrication on her wide open pussy lips. Roger was the first to break the silence as he moved in closer and pulled on the sling to show how it bounced on the cord. And, when it bounced it swung, and when it swung, it swung toward him, poking Beth's pussy onto his hard cock. Not enough to push his cock inside, but enough for Beth to request that he do that a few more times. Fred and Jack took the hint and moved to either side of the sling chair, steadying it with their hands as they leaned forward and used their tongues and lips to play with both of her nipples at once and Beth immediately wrapped her fingers around both of their stiff cocks. As Beth's breathing increased to a pant, Roger placed two of his fingers on Beth's slit and moved them gently up and down as he looked at me with a question mark in his eyes. After all, his eyes seemed to say, you only came here to make love in front of other people, should I continue? I grinned and motioned him forward with a nod of my head, stepping a little closer so I could see better. Roger smiled and turned back to Beth, moving two of his fingers down to her waiting hole and pushing them slowly inside. Once all the way in, he twisted them back and forth a few times, then began sliding them quickly out and back in again. Beth's pants were quickly changing to gasps as 3 men worked on her at the same time. Roger increased his fingers in my wife's pussy to three, then four over the next few short minutes. Watching him and his fingers, I knew if I touched my rock-hard cock, I would cum immediately. Then, pushing all four fingers in as far as they would go, he leaned forward and, using the tip of his tongue, licked up and down the center of her slit. Finally, Beth couldn't take it any more, and called out "FUCK ME, OH GOD, PLEASE FUCK ME!!!!" Again, Roger didn't need a second invitation, but straightened up, lined his fat, stiff cock up with her waiting pussy and slid it easily into her sloppy, wet, wide open hole. Fred and Jack moved back far enough to let the sling begin to bounce, then reached out and pinched her nipples, holding onto them as she moved under their fingers. WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SIGHT!!! Here was my wife holding onto 2 cocks as she was being fucked by another man while the two other guys held up her nipples, making her tits wobble and stretch every time the sling chair moved (and it moved a LOT!). Beth was enjoying it so much that she was practically screaming with pleasure. After a while (who can tell time when watching something a exciting as this), Roger stiffened and grabbed Beth's hips to hold himself into her as far as possible while he came with a loud groan. Beth reacted to the additional stimulation of feeling his warm fluid squirting deep inside her by screaming and squeezing hard the two cocks in her hands. I can't begin to describe the pleasure I felt watching my wife squirm and twist as another man filled her pussy with his cum. I can't even describe adequately the view of seeing two other men playing with my wife's tits as this is happening. All I can tell you is that it's something that you really need to experience to understand. When Beth and Roger had calmed enough to notice the rest of the world, and speak, Roger asked me if I was ready to 'take over'. Knowing that I was, he let his half limp cock slide out of my wife's pussy and stepped out of the way. I was surprised to note that only a little of his cum leaked out as I stepped between her legs, but then I forgot all about it when I pushed my cock into my wife's full, soggy wet pussy. If there's one thing that feels better to a man than the feeling of pushing his cock into a warm, wet, wide open pussy, it's the pure pleasure he gets when he pushes his cock into his wife's hot, soggy wet, wide open, yet full pussy after another man has filled it with his cum!! Let's just say that everyone involved had a GREAT time, both that night and the next couple of nights till we left for home. And we've had many additional fun times since then, with Frank, Roger, Fred, AND Jack (and a few others, though not all at the same time). I hope you enjoyed this chronicle of our vacation, and that you also can enjoy the same thrills and excitement that I did. 7597 1.28/512345

Little Asian Girlfriend

Little Asian Girlfriend By Londo Cat The story you are about to read is true, I haven?t even changed the names. Lila and I were married for a total of four years, engaged for one. Here?s a little background for you. I?m your normal white guy. Six foot, 190 pounds and a seven inch cock. I didn?t have any problems satisfying a woman before and I don?t now. Then I met a woman named Lila. She was absolutely the most gorgeous woman I had ever met in my entire life. To imagine Lila, you would have to think more of Sung Hi Lee, although Lila is 100% Chinese. Lila is only about 5 foot 1 and weighs only 103 pounds. She had gorgeous long black hair that cascaded down her back all the way past her perfectly shaped ass. I fell for her like a ton a bricks and not soon after dating her I asked her to marry me. Within weeks we were living together and fucking like rabbits every day. I was going through a small fortune in condom?s because we screwed so much. To make a long story shorter and cut to the story, I had always enjoyed watching interracial sex and one of my favorite fantasies was to watch my girlfriend Lila fucking a black guy while I watched. Lila would always play along, but in the end, it was only a fantasy and she told me as much. Finally one night while we were screwing and after Lila had come at least three times and I was having a hard time coming myself Lila whispered in my ear ?Do you still want to see a black guy fucking me?? As she said this I felt my cock throbbing inside her ultra tight pussy and I told her enthusiastically yes I would. Lila looked up at me and said that if I could arrange it, she would do it. I spent about a month setting it up and bought several swinger magazines and contacted about twenty black men of which only ten responded. I sent them pictures and they all wanted to meet, but I had to weed out the undesirables. Finally I narrowed it down to three men, all of whom had impeccable credentials, with one being a doctor! The one that I selected was a physical therapist and was in fantastic shape. I showed the pictures to my fianc? and she liked the way he looked. The next meeting was with Lila, myself and Jerome at a local coffee shop. Jerome was indeed a gentleman and was extremely gracious. Two weeks before he had gone to a doctor that I had suggested to get himself tested for AIDS and other venereal diseases and brought the sealed envelope to me. I opened it and read the results, and he was indeed clean, as he had promised. We exchanged our medical results because he had requested the same, which was only fair play. He read them and liked what he saw and then Lila and him talked for a while. Lila then surprised me and then asked me to leave them alone for a while so they could talk in private. I was a little shocked that she was asking me this, but I complied, after all, this was my fantasy and she was just doing this for me or so I thought at the time. When I got back about fifteen minutes later I saw Jerome get up and kiss my wife on the lips. It was a quick kiss and he turned towards me and said ?We?ll looks like I?ll be seeing the two of you next Friday night.? That night Lila and I fucked and I could barely contain my excitement as Lila would ask me again and again if I was ready to see her fuck a black guy. Every time I said Yes, Lila would clamp down with her pussy muscles and pinch my nipples lightly, then she would say ?Are you sure?? When I would reply yes, she would moan and fuck me harder. I came twice while she did this and by the end of the night I was exhausted. Lila just smiled and I wondered what she was up too. Next Friday night came all too fast and Lila dressed to the hilt in one of the most seductive outfits I have ever seen. She wore an almost translucent black silk dress with black spiked heals. I could see that she wasn?t wearing a bra or panties under the dress and just looking at her drove me crazy. I wanted to fuck her so bad it was driving me insane, but Lila told me to be patient and I could have her after Jerome did. There I was sitting in a chair, facing the side of the hotel bed , my fianc? Lila was kissing Jerome on the bed in front of me, his hands roaming all over her petite Asian body. Lila would occasionally look at me as his hands would squeeze her ass or one of her breasts and she would mouth to me ?I love you? or blow me a kiss. Lila then started to undress Jerome, opening up his shirt to reveal his muscular body and at the same time he tugged at Lila?s small silk dress. Soon her dress came off and Lila was completely naked and her lover got off the bed and disrobed. When he pulled off his shorts, his huge black cock fell free and Lila shot a look at me. She then slid off the bed and whispered in my ear ?Jerome?s got a pretty big dick there honey? are you sure you want to see him putting all of that inside me?? As she said that, she squeezed my throbbing erection and then said ?I can see that you?re pretty excited already? are you sure you want me to fuck him? That big black cock of his is sure going to stretch me out? I hope you know that?? Once again Lila squeezed my cock as she said this. I kissed her and nodded my affirmation of both her questions and Lila smiled and got back onto the bed. Her lover grabbed a condom and got onto the bed, his huge black cock still in a state of semi-hardness. Lila took one of her small hands and started jacking him off and soon he was expanding to his full length. Lila commented on his size and said ?You sure you can get that whole thing inside me? My boyfriend really wants to see my pussy stretched by a big cock like yours.? Jerome looked at me and said ?Oh yea, and your girlfriend is going to love every inch of my big black cock. By the end of the night she?s going to be hooked on black dick.? Lila looked at me with her sexy almond shaped brown eyes and said ?Is that what you want to see honey? Do you want to see me get hooked on big black cock? Is that what you want to see?? I said yes and Lila smiled. ?Okay? then watch me? watch me get fucked by his huge black cock? watch me as I get hooked on black cock.? With that Lila laid back on the bed, spreading her small tan legs wide for her Jerome. Jerome slowly rolled the condom on that huge cock. It was one of those oversize ones and when it was on, he put the head of that huge cock at the entrance of Lila?s wet pussy and pushed a few inches in. Lila moaned and then groaned out ?That?s it? put that big black cock inside me?? with that he pulled out and then pushed in about four to five inches. Lila panted as he would withdraw and then push in more each time. Finally after about ten strokes he buried the entire length into Lila?s tight cunt. As he buried the entire length inside Lila I saw my girlfriend wrap her small legs around Jerome?s muscular waist and their mouths met as then kissed and slowly fucked on the bed. When they broke the kiss Lila was panting hard and moaning with every thrust of his huge cock. Lila turned her head towards me and moaned hotly ?Oh god honey? I?d always wondered why women want to fuck black men? oh god?so good? now I know why? oh God? Oh God? Oh Fuck!!!? Lila started to spasm, her whole body shuddering hard as she appeared to be having one incredibly intense orgasm which lasted about five minutes. Lila gasped out loud as she orgasmed. Her black lover kept plunging faster and faster into my fianc?s wet squeezing pussy. I could scarcely believe that I was watching my soon to be wife being fucked by a black man only a few feet in front of me. But I had wanted this, I had begged Lila for months to live out this one fantasy of mine and now it was happening in front of me in real life. In my daze I could barely believe Lila was doing this until I heard her shudder and moan ?Oh God? Honey? he?s going to make me come again!? Lila arched her back and gasped out as Jerome kept plunging his unbelievably huge black cock into her wet vagina. Lila panted and moaned ?Oh God! Oh God! Oh fuck???..? Jerome didn?t stop and then pulled his huge black cock out of Lila?s sopping wet pussy and Lila took the condom off his cock and started licking the huge brown head of his cock. I watched as Lila grabbed another condom and then Lila moaned softly to me ?Honey, go get me something to drink please?? I quickly got out of my seat and retrieved a glass of water from the bathroom sink. When I got back to the bedroom, Lila was on top of her lover, his huge cock now embedded deep inside her pussy again. I handed Lila the glass and she took a sip and then said ?This is what you wanted to see, isn?t it?? I nodded and then Lila pulled me to her and kissed me and then whispered in my ear ?I know you?re enjoying watching him fuck me? I said ?Yes, yes I am.? Lila smiled at me and then said ?I know your secret fantasy?? I looked at her puzzled and Lila put a ball of tissue in my hand and then said ?Go sit down and enjoy watching me get fucked? I sat down and started watching my wife as she rocked up and down Jerome?s huge black dick. I took another look at the ball of tissue I was about to toss into the garbage when something caught my eye. Inside was a condom, and a wrapper, and another condom. The package was opened but the condom was still inside it!? I quickly looked at Lila and she raised up all the way off his cock, holding his slick unprotected shaft with her small hand, the huge head of his black cock just barely touching her vaginal lips. Before I could say a word Lila dropped back down onto that huge cock and moaned softly as she ground her hips against his. Lila looked at me and I must have had a concerned look on my face and she smiled and said ?I?m ovulating right now honey? you know how horny I get when I?m in the middle of my cycle? do you want me to stop now? stop before my pussy tastes his hot sperm? This is what you wanted honey, to watch me fuck a huge black cock?. without protection? in the middle of my cycle? watching me orgasm again and again? especially when he comes inside me? isn?t that what you wanted? I could barely answer her, my throat was dry, but Lila moaned out ?He?s going to come inside me? so much sperm? inside me? and I?ll probably get pregnant? that?s what you want? isn?t it? isn?t it honey? you want me to get pregnant with his huge cock inside me? would you like to see your future wife get pregnant by a black man? then when he comes to visit his child? he can fuck your wife? would you like that honey?? Would you like for him to fuck your wife??? My cock was about to explode when Lila could barely speak those last words. Finally Lila?s lover was bucking up into her and Lila was holding on while moaning to me ?He?s going to come inside me honey? I heard him grunting as Lila moaned hotly ?He?s coming inside me!! Oh God!! It?s happening?! I?m COOOMMMINNGGG!!!? Lila twisted and buc ed as she orgasmed with him, gasping with pleasure that seemed to last at least ten minutes. Finally it was over. Lila slumped over and a few minutes later they untangled. Jerome went into the bathroom and Lila propped herself up on one elbow and looked at me. I had shot my load onto the carpet without even touching myself. Lila looked at me and said ?Did you like that? He sure came a lot inside me?? Lila looked at me and then got off the bed walking up to me and then sitting on my lap, her wet pussy rubbing against my semi hard cock. Lila nuzzled herself against me and then whispered in my ear ?I?d never risk our relationship like that. I?m on the pill? I looked up at her in surprise and Lila winked at me. ?I?ve been taking them for three months now and making you wear condom?s all the while so I could give you your fantasy. You liked it, didn?t you?? I could barely contain my surprise as I kissed her and agreed enthusiastically that I had enjoyed it very much. ?Good, because next weekend, you get to see your other fantasy of me with two black guys. That IS your other fantasy, isn?t it?? I could hardly believe what I was hearing, but I loved the fact that my little Asian girlfriend was now hooked on black cock. To be continued... 19291 2.47/512345

Laurie's New Life

Laurie's New Life By Carosex Laurie was a very pretty girl, brought up in an affluent family in a nice suburban town. She was the object of many of the boy's affection while she attended one of the finest universities in the country. With her shoulder length blonde hair and California beach girl looks, she gained a reputation as a real prize to have as a girlfriend. Yet Laurie was quite adept at stiff arming the advances of these boys and thus for the most part her sheltered life extended to her sexual experiences as well. After graduating Laurie began work as a salesperson for a textile company near her home. Shortly afterwards she became engaged to a man a few years older than her that she had met from work. Thus she had by 24 acheived many of her life's ambitions, graduate college, meet a guy and, of course, the next big step of starting a family. For the present, she felt that there was no way to be any happier. Laurie's job was far from challenging, which gave her more than the average amount of time off during the day. Her territory was local and she would often be done with her appointments by noon. In order to break the boredom until she could start her precious family, she began a rather serious workout program at a local gym. These workouts resulted in about 10-15lbs of muscle added to her 5'-2" frame. Already stocky in stature Laurie now had a very sculpted physique. As luck would have it she looked very much like a model in a fitness magazine rather than a bulky female bodybuilder. This brought the men around like hounds at a fox hunt, even the big engagement ring she wore did little to deter them. The gym seemed to be one of the places that brought the most attention to Laurie's new assets, and why not, Tight spandex shorts and skimpy tee shirts will always work wonders with the fellas. One day while working out in the free weight area, Laurie got a spot from a large black man. He seemed very nice and didn't even try to come on to her. His name was Mel and over the next few weeks they became friends. He was about a foot taller than Laurie and had a lean yet well developed build. She considered him well polished and quite handsome. For Laurie this was a real breakthrough as she had never been too fond of blacks in the past. She found that the women were real bitchy. As for the men, she just never understood the way they lived their lives as "gangsta rappers" or whatever, and never tried to shed the image of being criminals. One of the benefits to working out with Mel was that many of the other men in the gym left Laurie alone. In fact the only ones that still would approach her were Mel's friends which were black and thankfully fairly well educated. It was apparent that Laurie was getting a reputation for liking a certain "type" of guy. Laurie pretended not to notice, afterall she was going to marry the world's most white guy, Clancy in less than a year. Yet this reputation would rear its ugly head one Friday night when Laurie went out with her friends to a local bar. Her three friends were as uptight as she, so it was quite a culture shock when they ran into Mel who was hanging out with a bunch of his friends. Mell immediately went up and said hello to Laurie and introdeced himself to her friends. Laurie seemed uncomfortable as he chatted it up with her friends for about 15 minutes before returning to his group. As he left Laurie got all sorts of grief from her friends. "Are they as hung as they say?", "He seems nice but he's as black as an ace of spades.", "I didnt know you took Susan George's place in Mandingo II?" Laurie took the kidding in stride but deep down she was worried about how quickly this unwanted reputation might spread. These girls were her friends but they could also be vicious. Mel's group left first and Mel stayed behind to say good bye for a few minutes. When the girls came out Mel was in the lot leaning over his car engine. Laurie went over to ask if he needed a ride home. Mel thanked her and the other girls were eager, hoping to learn more aobut Mel and Laurie on the way home. To their disapointment Mel jumped in the backseat with Kim and Kathy while Laurie drove. It seemed that things really were platonic afterall. As luck would have it Mel was the last to be dropped off. While they drove the two joked about how everyone viewed their relationship. Even his friends had commented on how nice it would be to go home to such a fine looking white girl. When they got to his house Mel asked if Laurie wanted some coffe. She was feeling quite comfortable that the the girls would cut her slack on Mel and he had become such a nice friend, Laurie followed him inside. Laurie waited in the living room while Mel made the coffee. When she took the first sip she noticed their was alcohol in it. Mel said that he put Sambuca in both of the cups. It tasted so good, Laurie kept drinking. They sat on the couch and talked. Laurie was wearing a pretty daring outfit, a silk white tee shirt, leather mini skirt and sheer black stockings and shiny black pumps. As she got comfortable on the couch her skirt rode up over the tops of her stockings. Mel couldnt help but notice and his excitement began to bulge in his pants. Laurie noticed the sizable bulge and got a little nervous. Mel made his move by nonchalantly putting his hand on Lauries muscular thigh and leaning in and kissing her. Valerie didnt really know what to do. Maybe if she wasnt engaged, certainly if he wasnt a black man, but in any event her reaction came out all wrong. "Oh God Mel, no! we cant do this!?!" she gasped as she pulled away from him "Your, well you know, your black!! I cant do this with you!!" Maybe it was the matter of fact way that she had said it, leaving the impression that he should know better than to make a move on a white girl, especially one as pretty as her, but Mel's eyes showed pure rage and Laurie began to panic. The powerful black man pounced forward and pinned her arms down. He then leaned back in, on top of her, and kissed her again more forcefully. Laurie tried to fight back but as in good a shape as she was it was an absolute joke fighting someone like this. Mel let one of her arms go but only so he could reach up under her loose fitting tee shirt and tweak one of her nipples. Laurie screamed for Mel to stop and the large black men got off of her. Relieved beyond belief, Laurie launched into a diatribe of how sorry she was to have led him on about possibly being interested in him. Meanwhile she didnt notice that Mel had only gotten off Laurie so that he could take off his clothes. Then she saw him, standing there, stroking his enormous black member. It was uncircumcized and black as coal. As Mel pulled on it the foreskin peeled back exposing the purplish black cockhead glistening with precum. It seemed to glare ferociously at Laurie as Mel moved back on top of her and shoved his black cock in her lily white face. She squealed with horror as Mel violently shoved his manhood down her throat. She tried to push him off of her but he was far too strong. Mel simply lunged at Laurie's face and drove his cock past her lips and filled her mouth. She gagged loudly and saliva drooled out her mouth. At first she looked up at him with a bewildered expression on her face, her eyes wide seeming to ask why this was happening to her. She tried to bite down on the massive peice of black meat but Mel had her by the hair. He barked that he would pull it right out at the roots if she didnt stop biting. The pain was incredible but Laurie kept biting, hoping that Mel give up. Instead he pulled harder to the point where she thought she was going to start bleeding. She couldnt stand it any longer so she lossened her grip on his dick. "thats right bitch let me in there, just relax." Mel began to slide black cock in and out of her mouth. At first he only pushed a couple of inches at a time. "Use your tongue on it" he ordered. Not wanting to be hurt Laurie did as she was told. She began to flick her tongue under his sensitive cockhead as it would pass by. This really turned Mel on and he started to shove more and more black meat into her mouth. He was now simply trying to ram his whole dick down his captive's throat. Laurie had never seen a dick this big let alone tried to suck on one. She had tears flowing down her cheeks as she grunted in response to each of Mel's thrusts. Mel suddenly pulled out of Luarie's mouth who then tried to get away. Mel was much too quick though and he soon had her on the floor having grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs up over her head leaving her vagina totally exposed. Laurie concentrated on keeping her vagina totally clamped shut as Mel's black cockhead began its assault pushing relentlessly against her. The two struggled for a few minutes until Laurie tried to reposition herself causing her to relax her muscles for just a second. This was the opening Mel needed and his glistening dick slid part way into the rich white girl. Laurie kept struggling but Mel simply spread her legs wider and soon her body surrendered. She pleaded with him one more time but Laurie could now feel his pubic hairs brushing against the backs of her thighs and she knew it was over. laurie was now groaning under Mel's massive frame. She had never been so full in her life and the pain of having such a large cock inside her was etched on her face. Mel now began thrusting his manhood in and out of Laurie. He was in serious heat and was in no mood for a slow gentle fuck. His shiny black cock seemed to be going a hundred miles an hour and to Laurie it felt like she was being invaded by a freight train. Mel tired a little and slowed his pace a bit. This caused Laurie to relax too. What came next was unexpected. Warm waves of pleasure began to overtake the muscular blonde girl and she let out a high pitched sigh. Nothing approaching an orgasm yet, but Laurie knew it was coming. She didnt want to give this black stud the satisfaction so she tried to hide it as best she could. Yet Mel knew what was happening. This wasnt the first spoiled white bitch he had taken this way. "yes baby youre starting to like this aren't you, little white girl." "Fuck you, you bastard! I hate you", Laurie responded as she glared up at the man fucking her. Mel just kept up the pace knowing it would soon be over. Finally Laurie could hold it back no longer. Her hips began to rotate back and forth involuntarily, a testament to her flexibility considering the position she was in. She began to sweat profusely and there was just no way to hide the sighs and moans escaping from her throat. Her hands had also started to caress and explore Mel's beautiful black body, especially his exquisitely powerful ass which was powering his big dick in and out of her. Now that he had her pretty much over the edge Mel wanted to tease his new conquest. He stopped fucking her and just lay on top of her. "What are you doing!?! Just finish this! Laurie snarled between heavy breaths. "If you want it you have to beg for it white girl" was the reply. She held out for a few more minutes but was now panting and screaming for the big black stud to fuck her and fuck her hard. "Go on Do it to me you fucking black stud" Fuck me with that big black snake". Now that Mel ahd Laurie's total capitulation he resumed his onslaught of her now dripping wet pussy. As her first orgasm hit Laurie knew it was the best she had ever had. She also knew that from now on this was the only way she was going to allow herself to be fucked, extremely rough and very integrated. As Mel's face contorted and he delivered his seed deep into Laurie's womb, she knew what she had been missing all her life and what she would not deprive herself of in the future, a big black dick. Mel fucked her three more times that night. The black man had taken her once already so it didnt matter to Laurie anymore, besides she liked it. He did things to her that made her feel so naughty and that she never thought a girl like would do. While she did not go to the police, Laurie did not want to see Mel again. She dropped out of the gym and joined another. She also broke up with her fiance. Laurie saw no reason to hurt him. Her next step was to plan her new found lifestyle. Laurie began looking up the black night clubs in the area and tried to research which ones allowed white women in them. Although she researched rather extensively, she found out things through rumors and gossip so when she finally summoned up the courage to one she had no idea how things would turn out. As Laurie drove to the club she was glad she has dressed conservatively. If this turned out to be a disaster she could always come up with a story about getting lost or something. Her heart was pumping full bore as she walked into the bar. As her eyes became accostumed to the lighting it seemed as though she had landed on a new planet. Everyone in the bar was black, very black and they were all staring at her. Their clothes were different their mannerisms were different, it mine as well have been Pluto. Finally she spotted her oasis, in the corner there were about 6 or 7 white women surrounded by black men. Laurie approached the bar and noticed that she knew two of the white women, they lived near her and were both married and a little older. Kathy was sandwiched between two black studs and was so involved with their caressing and touching she didnt even notice Laurie. The other woman was Mrs Baer, (at least that is how Laurie always knew her by), She was about 50 years old but had the reputation as one of the sexiest women in town. All the boys Laurie's age fantasized about her and with good reason. She was about 5'-9" with an incredible body and legs as muscular and firm as Laurie's. She looked like a Las Vegas showgirl and here she was sitting on a black man's lap stroking his bald head. Laurie was about to turn and run when Mrs Baer spotted her and started to walk her way. "Hello Laurie whatever brings you to this little establishment?" "Oh God Mrs. Baer I I don't really know I think maybe I'm lost". Laurie stammered. "No your not honey. You're right at home" Mrs. Baer giggled and held out her hand. "you're either very curious or you've already had a taste of dark meat and your back for more. Either way you've never been here before have you?" Laurie simply shook her head, her mouth too dry to speak. "Well thats okay why dont we go over here and talk a bit" Mrs Baer cooed as she led the young blonde to a booth. While Laurie was horrified to have found someone she knew in the bar it turned out to be the best thing that could have happened. Linda as Mrs Baer asked Laurie to call her was very understanding of the young girl's situation. She listened as Laurie tearfully told of the rape and then she recounted her own first experience with a black man. Being a child of the sixties, Linda had experimented with a few things, black dick being one of the more pleasurable. She tried to deny her true feelings and married a well to do lawyer, yet she always knew she would have to experience interracial sex again. She started about 15 yrs ago. Her hsuband knew but did nothing to stop it as if he ever could, he knew she was the best trophy wife there was in town and as long as she kept it hidden shee could lie down with all the black men she could handle. Which as it turns out was quite a handful. "Its's so liberating to follow your own feelings honey." The tall brunnette remarked as she sipped her drink. "Why dont you come over and meet some of my friends. They are all nice and no one is going to abuse you like that other asshole. I'll be honest. I ahve been with most of these guys and they are all great lovers. You know what they say, well its true. You cant fight it anymore honey, you have jungle fever and their really is only one cure. You have to let one of these studs fill that little body up with black meat." Linda finally blurted out to Laurie. Laurie was taken aback but knew the statuesque woman was right when she said that there was no mistake in why she came here. Laurie was introduced to about 10 black men and Linda was right there to make sure everything went well. Linda gleamed with anticipation as she noticed Laurie take a liking to Roy. He was tall and muscular and had a shaved head. He would be perfect for the new recruit as he acted very black in his mannerisms and especially in the way he made love, but he was also a perfect gentleman. Laurie danced all night with him letting the black stud grab her and kiss her whenever he desired. After about two hours She was as wet as a Mississippi river flood. She was hanging all over Roy and begging him to take her home and give her the interracial fucking she so richly deserved. Linda told Laurie she was taking two of the lucky studs back to an apartment she rented. She wondered if she and her new friend would like to come along. They eagerly followed Linda to an apartment she had been renting for ten years for just such occasions. Laurie made a mental note to ask about another apartment in the same building, as she parked her car with her new lover. 5786 1.91/512345

Jolene Listens Ch. 03

All day I thought about the previous night and how far Jolene was willing to go at the bar. She seemed to be as excited by it as I was. The sex afterwards was fantastic, including this morning when she woke me with a blow-job. When I questioned her about what happened at the bar she didn't seem to want to talk about it. Even when I pushed she only gave short, sometimes one word answers. So I used her pass-phrase to put her under and interrogated her. This is more difficult than it sounds since not all of the conscious mind is available in this state. Still I was able to eventually discover that she was intensely sexually excited by the events at the bar and thoroughly enjoyed the sex we had after. In fact, she was looking forward to the next time. The problem, of course, was that she felt ashamed of her actions and guilty that she enjoyed it. This conflict was causing her avoidance behavior. The source of these feelings was primarily the sexual assault when she was 14. Because of her upbringing she was not able to cope with the experience and deal with the resultant feelings. I decided to try something out of nature's play book. Sometimes when a person has experienced something painful they either forget about it or remember it as if it had happened to someone else. Repressed memories had a way of resurfacing and causing more problems, so I discarded that option. Memory transference, though, could work. If I could convince Jolene that the assault when she was 14 actually happened to someone else, and she was just remembering the account of it, it may lessen the emotional impact enough to allow her to deal with the feelings in a more rational manner. Eventually she would come to understand that it had happened to her, but by then, hopefully, she will have dealt with it well enough that it will no longer have power over her. I also increased her arousal to exhibitionism and her comfort at being naked. Compared to all the other changes it seemed like a small thing to increase her interest in looking at other men and the desire to flirt with them. That should make our next night out more interesting. As always I made sure that any changes I made were small and specific. I didn't want unintended outcomes due to sloppy language on my part. The human mind is incredibly complex and very flexible so I had to be careful. My last suggestion was that she had taken a refreshing nap and was now feeling revitalized and ready to do some yard work. The back yard DID need some work, and I wanted to have some more fun exhibiting my wife - this time to the neighbors. "My, that was a nice nap." She said upon waking. "But I think it's time we got some things done in that back yard." "Sure." I replied. "But it's pretty hot out, so we better dress lightly." We went upstairs to get dressed and Jolene automatically pulled out a halter top and shorts. In the past it would have been a t-shirt, so the halter was an improvement, but I had other ideas. I took out the small yellow bikini that we had recently purchased and offered it up as an alternative. "I don't know, that's pretty skimpy." She responded. "Oh come on. I'm dying to see you wear it." I countered. "Yeah, and who else?" She asked playfully. This was going well. "Maybe nobody. Maybe a few neighbors." "Like maybe the guy next door that keeps telling you how sexy his wife looks." She teased. "Maybe." "OK, OK. You are just incorrigible." She laughed. "You know that don't you?" "That's one of the reasons you love me." I answered as I pulled on a tank top. "I'll see you out there." I left my wife to put on the bikini, a little happy, but surprised that she gave in so easily. In fact, not only was she not resistant to wearing it, she seemed to be in favor of it. The hypnosis was working better than I could have hoped. When I got out to the yard I started working on pulling some weeds in the landscaping. No matter what was done with the cover, be it crushed granite or wood chips over plastic, some weeds always found a way to grow. After a few minutes I heard the door open and I looked up to see my wife come through the door. "Holy Shit!" I thought. "She looks fucking hot in that bikini." It looked less substantial on her than I thought it would and really showed off all the hard work she had been doing at the gym. It certainly did not leave much to the imagination. I was hard instantly. "All right, pull your chin off the ground and get back to work." She admonished, chuckling. The change in her demeanor was nothing short of astonishing. Before today Jolene would never have come outside wearing so little and acting so nonchalant about it. We worked for about an hour, with me watching her as much as I could get away with. A couple of times she caught me and scolded me to get back to work, but I could tell by her tone of voice that she enjoyed being watched. "Hey Pete, what's up, getting some..." I turned around to see my neighbor Mac (short for MacPherson) looking over the fence between our properties. He had stopped in mid sentence and was staring at Jolene. "Yes?" I said, interrupting his leer. "Um, getting some, ah, yard work done?" He managed to get out. "Yeah, it's a nice day for it." I answered and looked over at my wife. "Looks good now, don't you think?" "Uh, what?" "The yard. It looks good now, don't you think?" I played as if I didn't notice him ogling my wife. "Yeah, sure, it looks great." He answered, looking down and around; anywhere but where Jolene stood trimming a bush. I enjoyed his nervousness and furtive glances at Jolene as we chit chatted about yard work, landscaping, etc. Finally, in the middle of the conversation I decided to drop a bomb. "So, what do you think of my wife's new bikini?" "Um, well, you see, um...what the hell do you want me to say?" Was his flustered response. "Just tell me the truth." "Shit, it's fucking hot. But how did you get her to come outside and parade around in it? I could never get Gwen to do that. Not in something that revealing." He answered in a rush. "I didn't have to do anything." I lied. "She's been working out and wanted to show off the results." He was staring at her again. "If you take a picture it'll last longer." "What?" "Go ahead, take a picture or two." I encouraged him. "Just a second." He called over his shoulder as he ran back into his house. He returned about 30 seconds later with a decent digital camera in his hand. He pointed the lens at Jolene who was till trimming the bush across the yard and showed no sign she was aware of what was going on. "Are you sure?" He asked, hesitant. "Go ahead." I responded, waving my hand in my wife's direction. He snapped off a few shots and then showed me the results on the LCD screen on the back of the camera. "Not bad, but your zoom is not high enough. She doesn't even fill the frame." I said. "You take what you can get." Was his response. "Not today." I said and turned toward Jolene, raising my voice. "Honey, would you please come over here." My wife turned around, looked at us, smiled devilishly and started walking our way. When she got within arms reach I said "Pose for Mac, he wants to get some pictures of you in your new bikini." She looked at me, then at Mac. "What's the magic word?" She asked. Mac looked puzzled at first, but then he got it. "Please!" "That's it." Jolene chuckled. Then she posed for a couple of tame shots which Mac quickly took, obviously not sure when his luck would run out. Jolene surprised me next by striking a few slightly more provocative poses; nothing by modern magazine standards, but not completely casual either. Mac ate it up and snapped pictures as fast as the camera could store them on the memory card. I just watched as Jolene's poses became more suggestive. The final shot, as it turned out, had her back three quarters to the camera, bent over at the waist, legs straight and kind of looking over her shoulder. Now THAT looked like it could be in Maxim or Playboy. "OK, I think that's enough for now. I have to get back to work." She said as she walked back across the yard. Mac and I looked at each other, probably wondering the same thing: what did she mean by "for now"? "What's gotten into your wife?" He wondered. "I'm not sure, but I like it." I said. "Say, could you burn those pictures onto a CD for me?" "Sure, no problem. I'll even throw in a couple of Gwen from my private stock that I think you'll like, as long as you keep them to yourself." He offered. "Thanks, I appreciate it." I said. "No, thank YOU." "Well, I suppose I should get back to work. Can't make Jolene do it all." We worked for about another hour and then went inside for a break. We were sitting in the kitchen sipping lemonade and trying to decide the schedule for the rest of the day when there was a knock at the back door. Jolene got up and answered it. She came back in a minute and said it was Mac from next door delivering the promised CD. She handed me the jewel case with the CD in it, a quizzical look on her face. "These are the pictures he took of you earlier." I informed her. "Let's go take a look." I walked to the den with my wife close behind and popped the CD into the computer. There were two directories, one labeled Jolene and the other Gwen. I clicked into the Jolene directory first and displayed each picture, one at a time from first to last. "Those really came out great." I commented. "Especially those last few. It looked like you were into it too." "Yeah, it was more fun than I thought it would be." Then I backed up and clicked into the Gwen directory. There were about a dozen pictures in there. They were pictures of Mac's wife Gwen, of course. It looked like each one was a sample from a different photo set. In a couple she was in a bikini, a few were short dresses, one was a skimpy halter. Even though Mac and Gwen were a few years older than we were, she was still fantastic looking and some of the pictures were undoubtedly a few years old. When the last picture appeared on the display I was a bit taken back. She was laying on a soft white rug, probably animal skin, her hands behind her head. Her jet black hair cascading over her shoulders and a sexy 'come hither' look on her face. What surprised me though, was the fact that she was topless. Her tits were large, at least D cup, with large oval shaped areola. The picture was softly focused and had a classy, but still sexy look. "Oh my." Jolene whispered. "He must have given that one to you by mistake." "Maybe. Or he might be hoping for some reciprocity from us." I opined. "Hmmm, maybe." "What do you think, should we get some boudoir shots of you and share them with Mac?" I asked. "That might be fun, but I'm not sure you can get results like that." She said pointing at the computer monitor. "You have to have the right equipment, lighting, and whatever. You also have to know how to set it up as well." "That's all true. I'll have to ask Mac who did that picture for him. Maybe we can use the same photographer." "I think you just want to show me off some more." She accused me playfully. "You know me all too well." I answered, pulling her close and giving her a long, wet kiss. The next day I went next door to talk to Mac. He seemed a little surprised to see me at the door; we had not exactly been the best of fiends up to that point, but he invited me in. "I wanted to thank you for the CD. Especially the, er, bonus material." I said as I looked around for his wife. "Don't worry, Gwen is visiting her mother and won't be back for a few hours." He informed me. "So you liked her pictures, eh?" "Oh yeah, especially that last shot on the rug. Very nice. You are a lucky man." "I thought you might like that one." Mac chuckled. "Who took that one?" I asked. "I did." "Really? It looks professional. I thought you worked for a construction company." I said. "I do, photography is just my hobby." Mac explained. "The consumer level equipment available today is pretty amazing, especially the higher level stuff. If you know what you are doing you can get near professional level results with it for a lot less than what the pro gear costs." "Wow." I exclaimed. "Would you be willing to take some classy boudoir shots of Jolene, like you did of your wife?" I inquired. "Absolutely. When do you want to do it?" He asked excitedly. "I'll have to talk to Jolene, but I think we are free all day today." "It'll have to be in the next couple of hours, because I don't think Gwen will be supportive, if you know what I mean." He replied with a grin. I made a snap decision. "OK, you gather up your equipment and come over and set up in the living room. I'll get Jolene ready." I returned home and told my wife that we would be doing the photo shoot now. Instead of acting annoyed or resistant, she actually seemed excited about the prospect. While she worked on her hair and makeup, I picked out some lingerie for her to wear and Mac set up his equipment. When Jolene was finally done she walked into the bedroom to see what I had picked out for her to wear. I pointed out the three outfits and told her what order I wanted her to wear them. She had a gleam in her eye and I was sure she was looking forward to posing for the camera. She started getting undressed and as much as I wanted to watch her I wanted even more to see Mac's reaction when she came down the stairs wearing practically nothing. Mac was still adjusting the lights he brought, a nice camera was mounted on a tripod nearby. Everything was setup by the fireplace and he had even scrounged up some pillows from the downstairs guest bedroom. It did seem like he knew what he was doing. I had my back to the stairs, but I knew when Jolene appeared because Mac froze, looking intently in my direction, but past me. I didn't turn around, I knew what she was wearing; I wanted to study Mac's reaction. I watched as his eyes opened wider, his breathing quickened, and the edges of his mouth turned up just a little. Yeah, he liked what he saw. "OK, let's get this started." I announced. "Mac, I'll give you general direction, but you are in charge of the details. You tell her where and how to pose, and she'll do her best to follow your instructions. Right babe?" "Sure thing sweetie." My wife answered. She was wearing a purple bustier that showed plenty of cleavage, matching panties, fishnet stockings, and pumps with four inch heels. She looked very hot. Mac started her in front of the fireplace with some tame standing poses and progressed to some provocative ones laying on some pillows on the floor. Sensing we had gone as far as possible in that outfit I told Jolene to go change into the next one. I could tell that Mac really liked this one. It was a semi-transparent black body suit that Jolene had not worn for quite a while because it didn't look very good when she had gained weight. Now that she was trim again it looked great. Mac was a little more aggressive in positioning her now that he could see I wasn't objecting to the more sexually explicit poses. He was still going slow though, feeling out how far he could go. Speaking of feeling out, I think he was also copping a quick feel of my wife here and there. Not a lot, it was always fleeting enough that he could claim it was an accident if he was called on it. It was turning me on, so I didn't say anything. Jolene didn't say anything either, so I assumed she either hadn't noticed or was enjoying it as well. While Jolene was changing into the third set of clothes I had laid out for her, Mac and I reviewed some of the pictures on the camera's LCD. I had to admit they were pretty good; my wife never looked so hot in a photo before. In a couple of the body suit pictures he got the angle just right so that you could see her tits pretty clearly. When she came down for the last set of pictures Mac must have thought he had hit the jackpot. My wife was wearing a cute red and white baby doll nighty with matching bottoms; nothing else. The top was held up with two thin straps and came down to about her belly-button. There was some white fringe and a small red bow across the top which covered her tits but showed a little cleavage. The bottoms were basically high-rise briefs, but not all that skimpy. While it may sound tame compared to the other two, this outfit was perfect for the effect I wanted to create. Jolene looked innocent and playful, not slutty, which would make the set even hotter when the poses turned nasty. I outlined my plan quickly to Mac. "Start out nonsexual, I want to capture that sweet innocent look. Then slowly turn up the heat; the contrast should be really fun." "How far do you want to go?" He asked. A fair question. "Well, I'd like the last few pictures to be really slutty, but we'll have to see how far she'll go." I answered. I was sure I'd at least get her topless, but I didn't want to tip my hand to Mac; not just yet. He gave me a big smile and a wink. "OK. Then let's get going." Just as I had requested, he started out with some conventional shots that made her look cute and innocent. Slowly he positioned Jolene in ways that were more suggestive, even getting her to change her facial expression to match. Picture by picture she transformed from a playful girl into smoldering temptress. Finally it was time for her to show some more skin. Mac had her put her hands under her top, cupping her tits. This raised the hem up revealing her entire belly. Then he had her tilt her head to the side and close her eyes for the next shot. It was really hot. "Now pull up the top and tease us." He told her. When she hesitated he said "Not all the way, or it won't be a tease." She complied and held the top up so that we could almost see the bottom of her tits, but not quite. Mac took the shot and then had her turn sideways but holding the same pose. "Now turn back to me and pull it up and off slowly and I'll get several shots in a row." Mac instructed. My wife looked at me and I nodded my approval. She took a quick breath and pulling the top up slowly exposed her magnificent tits to the two of us. Mac took about five pictures of the entire process. When she was finished she stood there flushing furiously, her top dangling from her hand. "Get that." I said, and Mac took another picture. Next he had her lie down on the floor with the pillows and started setting up more and more explicit scenes. First just touching her tits, and then eventually holding them and pinching her nipples. I was curious as to how much further he would try to push it and how far she would go. Then my cell phone rang; it was the office. It must be an emergency if they were calling me at home on a Sunday. I didn't get good reception in the living room so I told them to continue, adding causally that Jolene should follow his instructions. I didn't think I would be gone long. I answered the phone in the kitchen where I knew I had better reception and took care of the problem pretty quickly. At least I thought it didn't take long, but when I looked at my watch I realized I had been gone for almost ten minutes. Hurrying back to the living room I wondered what Mac and Jolene were up to. I figured that she had probably quit soon after I left. I couldn't have been more wrong. As I rounded the corner, coming in behind Mac, I couldn't believe what I saw. My wife was on the floor on all fours, naked as the day she was born. She had her head down and her butt up high, a classic porn magazine shot, and damn if she didn't look slutty hot. I knew I should probably have stopped the shoot right then, but I didn't want to. I wanted to see how far things would go, so I held back and watched. "OK, roll over onto your back, please." Mac said. To my surprise Jolene complied. "Now open your legs please, that's it, a little more. Great." The camera flashed. "OK, start playing with your nipple with your right hand. Yes, like that. Oh, that's so hot, you are so beautiful." I watched as he took a couple more pictures. "Now move your left hand down to your pretty pussy." She hesitated. "Please?" Mac implored. Her left hand started to move down her body slowly. Mac took a couple of pictures of the trip it took. Finally it rested over her mound. Jolene was breathing heavily now and was visibly aroused. "Now start playing with it." Mac instructed. "Come on, you can do it. Just start by running your finger up and down the slit." He encouraged. "Oh, that's great honey, just keep it up." I saw Mac rub the front of his pants several times while he took pictures of my wife masturbating for him. My own cock was rock hard, but I was afraid if I touched it I would cum, and I didn't want to do that just yet. "OK now put your finger inside." Mac instructed my wife. "No, not that. I can't. I shouldn't." She wimpered. "I know you want to. I can see you need to cum. You do want to cum, don't you?" Jolene bit her bottom lip and nodded slightly. She was trembling, on the verge of doing what he had asked. "Then just do it, slip your finger into your hot little hole and make yourself cum." He hissed forcefully. Suddenly she was finger fucking herself with wild abandon, first one finger, and then two. She was pulling and twisting her nipples with her other hand, building up to her climax. Sweat glistened on her nude form, her fingers making squishing noises in her pussy as she slammed them in and out. She abandoned her tits and started rubbing her clit with her right hand. Her hips came up. High pitched sounds escaped from her open mouth and then finally her release came as her entire body tensed and then spasmed for a few seconds. Mac was taking pictures as fast as the camera would cycle. When it was over she collapsed, breathing hard, her eyes clamped tightly shut. I was stunned, but Mac stepped over to her and knelt down. He caressed he face tenderly. "Are you all right?" Jolene's eyelids fluttered and she looked up into his face. For a moment their eyes were locked, a lustful expression on her face. Then it suddenly changed as her eyes went wide. She pushed him back, scrambled up onto her feet and ran upstairs. "Don't worry, she's OK." I said as I entered the room, startling Mac. "I just, I mean I didn't..." He stammered. "It's all right." I reassured him. "Get me the CD as soon as you can, but right now I have to go fuck my wife's brains out." He looked relieved but I didn't stick around to chat. I had some serious fucking to do. I found my wife in the bedroom looking a little distraught. She opened her mouth to tell me something, but just pulled her to me and kissed her passionately. She quickly got the idea that I didn't want a conversation at that point. I tore off my clothes and fucked her. We shagged, rutted like animals, but we didn't make love. No, that would come later. I was rough and fast, but after only about thirty seconds we both came hard. I never even got completely soft and soon we were at it again. This time I lasted much longer and we enjoyed multiple positions. I lost count of Jolene's orgasms, but all good things must end and eventually shot my second load of the afternoon into her seemingly tireless pussy. We napped for a while and when we were both fully awake I asked her about the photo shoot. "You seemed to enjoy it." I stated. "So did you." She countered. "So I did." I answered. "What I really like to know, however, is what happened while I was away on the phone. I mean, I know you wound up naked, but that's all." I lied a little. Jolene blushed. "At first we waited for you to return, but after a while Mac was worried I might be getting cold so he thought we should continue. I wasn't sure, but he said you'd be back soon and he reminded me that you told us to continue without you. So he took more pictures of me touching my, uh, breasts. Then he had me lie down on the floor and took some more there. Then he asked me to get onto my hands and knees and look over my shoulder like I was trying to entice you. Stuff like that." "Go on," I prompted, "I know there's more." "So then he asked me to lower my panties. I said I couldn't do that. He said he just wanted to get a picture of my ass for you, and said it was a lovely ass. He was so polite, and you did say I should follow his instructions, so I lowered the back of the panties just enough to show my butt." She related haltingly. "OK, what happened then?" "He took a few pictures and then he said that it would look better if I just slipped them down to my knees. That didn't seem like such a big deal. I had already shown him my butt after all, and he was so polite about it." She continued. "That's the second time you said he was polite. In what way?" I queried. "Oh, he was all 'please' and 'thank you', like he cared about my feelings. I guess that just made it easier to do what he asked. Anyway he took a few more pictures and then wanted me to turn so he could get some from a different angle, only that was difficult to do with the panties down by my knees. He suggested that I just take them off to make it easier. That seemed reasonable, so I did. Was that wrong?" "No, not at all. That was the reasonable thing to do at the time." I reassured her. This is about the point in the shoot where I came back. It would be interesting to see what she admitted to. "Go on. What happened next?" "Well, he took some more pictures and then told me to roll over onto my back. I wasn't sure if I should, but he was so nice about it and my knees were getting sore, so I did. He asked me to open my legs a little and it felt so dirty, like at the bar, but I couldn't help myself. Every time the camera flashed I imagined other men, strangers, looking at me naked and spread out, and it got me hot. Oh, you must think I'm terrible for feeling that way!" She cried. "No, not at all honey." I insisted. "I think it's the sexiest, most wonderful thing I've ever heard you say!" "Really? You don't think I'm a slut?" "No I don't think you are a slut." I stated pointedly. "I think you can be slutty, and I love it when you are, but that's not the same thing as being a slut." "You think so? You really like it when I act like that?" She questioned. "I love it. It really turns me on to know you can be a normal married woman one minute, and a hot, slutty wench the next." "Wow. I didn't realize..." She said as she digested that bit of information. "So what happened next?" I prodded. "Come on, I'm going to see the pictures soon anyway." "Then why do you need me to tell you?" "Because it turns me on, silly." "OK. Well then he had me, um, masturbate for him. I really didn't want to, but he was insistent and I was going crazy imagining other men jacking off while looking at the pictures. I just had to cum, so I fingered myself and rubbed my clitty until I came." She sighed. "After that I ran upstairs to the bedroom." I didn't ask her about the look she and Mac shared just before she bolted since I didn't think she'd tell me anyway. I decided that I'd have to find out at the next hypnosis session. The photo shoot was great, but I wanted to go further, and for that she'd need more conditioning, and more men. 5203 2.01/512345

Child's Play

CHILD'S PLAY ________________________ INTRODUCTION I'm DANGER BARCLAY, well, not REALLY, that's just my alias. My real name is SUNNA, I was average yes until that one night when I was invited to a sleep over at my best friend TERI'S. Since then, NOTHING'S been the same... ________________________________ PROLOGUE It was late at night, around maybe midnight, I was on my way to sleep over at my best friend's house, then suddenly, I saw her next door neighbour, real bitch, kind of plump, talking with her bold husband. She was obviously in a bitchy mood that night. Kind of like she is every night, well at least when ever I would sleep at Teri's house. They appeared to be arguing about some strange VOO DOO spells and stuff about waking the dead? I was unsure, but I definitely heard the name VOO DOO in there somewhere. Then they always changed the subject and started to talk in some weird ancient language, hmmmm... I wondered as I walked up the sidewalk in the rainy weather. Maybe this is my LUCKY NIGHT, I can finally tell the cops "she's a crazy psycho bitch, lock 'er up boys." I always wanted to do that, NO JOKE! The fog was coming in pretty heavy, and that's unusual in MY part of town, GEORGIA STREET and EASTVIEW are usually never THIS foggy, but since that big bitch was out, I'd have to say "ah what the hell, why not make an exception?" Now I may seem like the camedic type, but as Teri puts it, my jokes are "LAME!" Okay on with the bloody story here... I continued to walk up the sidewalk, Teri's cat Alley meowed then hissed at me, I hissed right back. Then that's when I saw it... A car. Not just ANY car it was brown and I think it was a Volvo. Anyways, I looked closer into the car and there I saw it, the thing I have always wanted, the thing that I have constantly nagged my parents for day in and day out, the thing I was spending most of my time looking for on the web! No NOT the car, the thing inside the car, the thing that I feared was starring at me the whole time, the first time it wasn't, but I could have sworn it did the second time... It was a GOOD GUY DOLL, yeah, one of those dolls from CHILD'S PLAY. I had told my parents and Teri several times, "I would KILL to have a GOOD GUY DOLL." Teri thought they were UGLY, I thought they were kind of... AWESOME. The doll looked like it was starring at me, from then on I felt a cold evil chill penetrate from puney, weak, skinny body. Now I know why Teri always calls me a "WUSS". I decided to do something, I slowly started to walk past Teri's house, and walk to the end of the street where the car was, when I approached the car, the GOOD GUY DOLL was gone, and I wasn't crazy, and no it wasn't "too foggy to see what it was", I could have sworn I saw a GOOD GUY DOLL, the overhauls, that orange hair, the BOX for crying out loud! I turned back and started to walk back up the street, I appeared to be walking faster, with each step I took, I felt fear, I walked RIGHT up to the lady next to Teri and decided to tell her. "Excuse me, but um, do you have a GOO GUY DOLL in your car? Is it for sale?" I asked hopefully. The weird spannish looking lady replied, "NO! DOLL IS NOT FOR SALE!" In a heavy duty spannish accent. But at least it was a GOOD GUY and I knew I was right on track about the whole DOLL THING. I still found it quite weird that she'd park her car all the way at the end of EASTVIEW street instead of at her driveway. I jumped back, "GEEZE LOUISE!" I said taking a breath, "it was just a god damn question." The old Spannish man said something in his language to his wife, who seemed to have neglected that question, was it even a question? I didn't know Spannish, so I couldn't really tell, but it made the lady turn to me. "You are soaked," she said. "Come inside and we'll clean you up." The old lady took me in her house, and I had a gut feeling that I would never get out... Teri watched from her window and gasped in horror, as if she knew that somethng wasn't right. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Inside, I felt a cold eerie chill go down my spine as I looked around, millions of dolls from paper, to plastic, from Barbie's to GI-JOE action figures were everywhere. I shudder everytime I looked at the lifeless things. While the old Spannish women decided to go get a cloth for me, I decided to explore. I heard something that sounded like a sewing machine coming from a nearby room. I went in an saw an old grandmother, she was weaving away with her foot on the peddle of the machine as if she were playing the piano. I swallowed hard and tried to be as quiet as a mouse. Then beside me was a bed, there appeared to be light humming or singing rather, coming from it... The bed was covered in sheets, high and low, white sheets, and fancy pillows. A golden light formed around it like a force field. I lifted up one of the bed sheets above me and looked inside, there I saw something that looked like a floating goddess. I shook my head, it was still there! She was even making something. Isn't that old lady terrified at the least? I asked myself. The ghostly female figure appeared to be painting the head of a GOOD GUY DOLL from scratch, I tried to scream but decided not to, why should I anyways? I've only been starring at the thing for two minutes! The ghostly female goddess finally finished with the freckles on the GOOD GUY DOLL, she then held it up and it's eyes blinked! It's eyes blinked, even I saw that! The GOOD GUY'S eyes closed as she attached the head on the body. There. A perfect GOOD GUY DOLL. Next came the OVERHAULS. She put those on and smiled. A perfect doll for the perfect child? Yeah maybe, if the doll didn't turn out to be a notorious killer named CHARLES LEE RAY! I left the room quietly, but then when I was out in the hall... "What are you doing in there?" A spannish voice demanded to know. I let out a short scream, but nothing happened. I then swallowed hard. __________________________ CHAPTER ONE CONTACT __________________________ I stood there, completely helpless. Until I decided to explain myself. "I-I was just curious-" I managed to say. "I heard a noise and I-" The old man nodded his head understanding then brought me back into the room where the weird looking female ghost surrounded in golden light was working on another GOOD GUY DOLL. "Behold, this is my STORAGE CHAMBER. We make all sorts of dolls here, dolls from horror movies, dolls every kid dreamed of having in their dreams and knew that they could NEVER find one like it because it's one of a kind." The Spannish man explained. Up on a nearby shelf were a few dolls from the movie DOLLY DEAREST, and from the movie DOLLS was a MR. PUNCH doll. I immediately thought, maybe this Spannish guy is a witch. Just like the one in that movie... But instead of trapping me in there like he did to the old grandmother and spirit, he let me leave. "You always dreamed of having a GOOD GUY, correct?" The old man asked. I was shocked, "yeah, how did YOU know that?" I asked. "Your interest in them," the man replied. "You may take one." "REALLY?!" I asked shocked. But I wanted more. I wanted the one that I had seen in the car earlier. I had a bad hunch that it could have been alive. The old man handed me the doll that the kind spirit had just finished making, I accepted it and it worked instantly. "Hi, I'm CHUCKY, wanna play?" It asked me in that weird GOOD GUY VOICE. "Hey cool," I exclaimed. "That's what he said in the first movie." "He's all yours." The kind harmless old man said with a smile across his face, one that still gives me nightmares. The old women handed me the cloth and then they let me leave, there I was standing all alone on their front porch. I slid down the bannister with the GOOD GUY DOLL cradled in my arms, I was as happy as a little kid in a candy store. Even in the rain I decided that I shouldn't go to Teri's just yet, I wanted to check something else out. About half way down the street, the doll knocked me to the floor. "Park it." It said evilly, it sounded like CHARLES LEE RAY. I shook my head to clear it as the doll ran off on its own, when I closed me eyes and then opened them again to focus properly, ANOTHER GOOD GUY DOLL stood above me, THIS one was definitely CHUCKY. He seemed more gentle and kind though. "What's going on here?" I asked it. The GOOD GUY DOLL offered his assistance and helped me to my feet, I rubbed my head. "Are you okay?" Chucky asked. I nodded. "Good," he continued. "We have to get you out of here BARCLAY." "Exxxcuse me?" I asked Chucky, "look THAT'S not my name." "What the fuck are you arguing about? It's alot better than what other people call you." Chucky protested. I thought about that for a minute. DUMB ASS. MORON. STUPID IDIOT. KID. LITTLE SHIT. RETARD. Yeah, I guess he was right, having ANDY'S last name did actually sound a lot better than what other people addressed me as. "Where did YOU come from?" I asked. "Remember that car? We first made CONTACT with each other?" Chucky asked, seeing me nod "YES", he also went on to say, "well that was me. And your mind wasn't playin' tricks on you. I was sent to guard you." "How the hell were you made?" I demanded to know. "Remember that spirit?" Chucky asked. I nodded. "Well," he continued. "She made me especially for you. The old WITCH LADY had me in the car for a reason, she was gonna take me far away so that I couldn't warn you or be with you. The spirit had enough of their crap. She decided to make a NON-EVIL doll. Well, that was me, every doll you saw in that house is no more of a prick than you probably thought I was in that movie." "Hey," I said comforting Chucky. "I happened to LIKE those movies, you're my favorite HORROR MOVIE character." "Great, I'm honored." Said Chucky sarcastically. I took Chucky in my arms, "assume your position, I have a sleep over to attend." As I walked back to Teri's, Chucky decided to start a conversation. "So uh, why were you walking THAT way instead of THAT way?" He asked. I shrugged. "I guess I wanted to make sure that I actually SAW a GOOD GUY DOLL." "Well, PRESTO! Ya got one." Chucky said cheerfully. I laughed. Chucky and I both started laughing. Nearby was a much more evil Chucky watching us in Teri's bushes. "Their fun has only JUST begun." It said evilly, he laughed insanely. __________________________ CHAPTER 2 PARALYZED BY FEAR __________________________ My friend and I laughed. What were we watching? JOHNNY BRAVO. "Woah MA MA!" Said Johnny from the TV set. I flicked through the channels, "this show sucks." Simpsons came on. "SIMPSONS!" I shouted as I started humming the theme song. "Do do do do do do do do do do do do... Wait a minute, how many DO'S was that?" Chris entered with his group of friends, Chris was Ter's annoying older brother. "Hey losers." He always addressed us that way. "CHRIS!" Teri would usually angrily shout. "Fuck, get the hell out of here, MOM said you're not allowed over." Bandit, Teri's dog, barked furiously. "I know how we can get rid of him." I told Teri. I whispered something and she nodded. "ONE." "TWO." "THREE..." "GO!" At the same time, Teri and I sang our famous O.J. SIMPSON song. "Did you ever wanna play? Did you ever wanna act Did you ever wanna kill someone with a bloody axe? Well now you can on CNN, that's where he is TODAY Where anything can happen 'Cause O.J. made it that way O.J. O.J. did it! He killed his wife! And you know how he did it? He did it with his knife! In a land full of murder Nothing's make believe Guards were in the court room So O.J. couldn't leave! Where you can use your hammer Your poison or your knife Or you can learn to use a gun Or just use your HANDS! O.J. O.J. did it! And he's not gonna tell! And you know where he's going next? He's gonna go to hell! First it was KATO, and then some witch He wouldn't have this problem if he hadn't killed that BITCH! I think he used his shot gun Or was it O.J.'S knife? It doesn't really matter As long as he killed his wife O.J. O.J. did it! 'Cause she didn't do him good! And if he hadn't done it- GOD only know I would!" Chris and his friends left, they hated that song. "But O.J. didn't do it." Teri reminded me. "Maybe we should make up a song about BILL CLINTON and that slut that did him in the white house." I suggested. "'Cause I'm not changing that O.J. SONG one little bit, it got us on the HOWIE MANDEL SHOW!" Teri shrugged. "I'm gonna go watch TV in the other room, I HATE SIMPSONS." Teri left. "Suit yourself." I said. The minute Teri was completely out of the room, I got a little visit from my pal Chucky who popped up from behind the couch, I turned around and gasped. "Nice singing," he said as he fell on the couch. "O.J. and I should really have lunch sometime." I let out a short laugh, "why not? You two have one thing in common, you're BOTH killers." "HEY! EX-NEY on the KILLER'S STAY!" Chucky said waving his finger at me, he poked me in the chest as he said his phrase, I backed away and fell on the couch. "That was ONLY in the movies." "Whatever CHARLES LEE RAY." I said crossing my arms. "THAT'S not my REAL name, my REAL name is CHUCKY." Chucky protested. "Well MY real name isn't DANGER BARCLAY!" I told Chucky angrily, "but since it fits in NICELY..." Chucky and I leaned in forward for a kiss but it was interrupted by something that sounded like a trash can tipping over. "DAMN!" Chucky said angrily. I wanted to tell Chucky that we could still continue with out little romantic scene, but unfortunately, I was desperate to know what made that sound. I picked up Chucky in my arms and we headed out into the backyard and looked around. "Well, no one here let's go back inside." Chucky suggested while he jumped out of my arms, I grabbed him by is overhaul strap and he flew into me. "OW!" We both cried at once. "WELL YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO PULL MY STRAP!" Chucky shouted at me angrily. I angrily crossed my arms. "You could have at least showed me some courage!" "COURAGE?!" Chucky said letting out a short laugh, "HA! I got plenty of COURAGE, I'm a fucking serial killer remember?" I scratched my head in confusion then tied my brown hair in a ponytail, "I thought you were a LAKESHORE STRANGLER." "Either way I'm known for both." Chucky said between shrugs. He noticed me rubbing my back. "Shit, it feels like something bit me..." I said weakly. Chucky's eyes widened. "Uh oh-" He said looking up. I looked directly at Chucky, "what do you mean UH OH?" Chucky replied by turning around and pointing to a telephone wire that extended quite long way. On it were millions of... BATS. I looked up and gulped, I took Chucky in my arms and slowly started to back up watching where I was going. I accidentaly stepped on Alley's tail, she meowed and woke up the bats! "Oh NICE GOING EINESTIEN!" Chucky told me sarcastically. Before either of us could say more, the bats flew in our direction, I covered myself but hardly, by throwing myself over Chucky I was able to protect him. The bats kept attacking us as if they hadn't eaten for weeks! I finally managed to grab Chucky and get out of there, we ran back inside and I slammed the glass door, the bats were throwing themselves against it. They were sticking to it like flies sticking to shit! Chucky climbed a chair and locked the door, "well... That's that." He said proudly. I raised an eyebrow at him, with one hand on my hip, the other one using its strength to keep me up on the couch, I decided to speak. "Next time, warn me about the god damn cat, okay? WE could have been BAT CHOW." __________________________ CHAPTER 3 VISITORS __________________________ As I sat there in this weird apartment I think it was my AUNTS, it sure reminded me of it. Chucky sat on my lap with his arms crossed as I flickered through the channels. "Why don't we watch a movie?" Chucky suggested. I pulled out ALIENS. "How 'bout this?" We agreed. I put in the tape and it was in the middle of the movie. Then suddenly, gallons of rushing water came at us, "HOLY SHIT!" Chucky cried in horror. I grabbed Chucky and ran out of the room, it was now completely flooded, then all of a sudden two creepy aliens from the movie appeared and they were swimming after us. I immediately sawm above surface and gasped for air, Chucky screamed out my name as I got pulled down under the water. TO BE CONTINUED... Story by: Sunna Knights aka Tammy C, and many other names of mine which I don't feel like listing ^_^ 4217 1.12/512345