Cadillac

Cadillac By Richard Coxxx Cheryl Johnson looked up just as the principal?s little blonde administrative assistant walked into the classroom. ?Mrs. White,? the cute young thing smiled when she said, ?I?ve got a note for you from Coach Johnson.? Cheryl held that same young student?s position just twenty years ago when she herself was a student at Robert E. Lee High School. Back then they were known as the Lee Rebels but the school board changed the name to just Lee High School because of some complaints from the black parents. That small vocal minority also managed to sway the board into changing the school?s mascot from the Rebels to the ?Black Panthers.? For a school in the conservative South with mostly white students, it rubbed many of the white students and parents the wrong way. Cheryl was now an English teacher at the same high school from wince she graduated. Her husband, Ed, had been an accountant until just a few months ago but had been laid off by the company he had been with for ten years. He recently got a sales job but he territory was mainly out of town. Ed spent many nights during the week as well as many weekends away from home but they so much needed the money as their fifteen year old daughter would be attending college in a couple of years. One of Cheryl?s extra duties was cheerleader sponsor. The Athletic Department supplemented her teacher salary an extra two thousand dollars a year for the extra time she put in getting the girls ready to cheer. Cheryl had been a cheerleader herself in high school and had even been the head cheerleader her senior year. She knew how to train her girls and she was good at her job. Her own daughter, Chrissy, recently made the Junior Varsity Cheerleading Team her Freshman year in high school. Mrs. White quickly read the note. She was giving one of the first tests of the year and her students were still quietly taking the test. The note read, ?Mrs. White, Please come see me during your conference period regarding a new student. Regards, Coach Johnson? The head football coach had talked to her several times about the grades of some of the athletes but this early in the semester, none of them were failing her English class. ******* Cheryl knocked on the Head Football Coach?s door. ?Come in,? was the booming voice of Coach Johnson. She entered. ?Oh, why hello, Mrs. White. Come in and take a seat.? Cheryl sat down in the chair in front of the coach?s massive desk. She had to tug at the hem of her skirt to cover her shapely legs. Her conservative skirt normally came to her knee but had ridden up to mid-thigh exposing her firm inner thigh before she was able to pull her skirt back in place. The Head Football Coach smiled at the lovely blonde English teacher. The pretty blonde English teacher, mother and wife smiled back at the football coach. Cheryl White was one of his favorites even though she had continued to resist his many fervent advances during the past few years. Her pretty teenage daughter, Chrissy, was a Freshman in one of his math classes. The teenager was a spitting image of her lovely blonde mother. The main difference between mother and daughter was in the size of their boobs. Cheryl?s were mature and full whereas Chrissy?s were still under development. Though smaller than her mother?s, the teenager?s were still quite a mouthful. Coach Johnson flirted with the teenager and Chrissy even flirted back with the Coach from time to time. ?Mrs. White,? the Head Football Coach began. ?The Athletic Department has decided to approved your budget for the new cheerleader uniforms but I have the right to pick the design and manufacturer. We need something a little more exciting on our lovely cheerleaders from what they have worn in years past. This will help peek the excitement and bring more spectators to not only watch the football team win more games but to also watch the cheerleaders do their sexy routines in their new, sexy little outfits. The girls will need to wear thongs and not the old bloomers that you and your last year?s squad wore.? Cheryl blushed at that. The cheerleaders had worn the same style of dowdy, old bloomers which was the same type she wore when she was a cheerleader herself some twenty years ago. Before Cheryl could protest about the skimpy new uniforms, Coach Johnson continued. ?The Athletic Department also decided to increase your extra duty pay to five thousand dollars a year. You are doing a fabulous job with the cheerleaders.? Now it was now even more difficult for Cheryl to reject the Coach?s new cheerleader outfits because she need the extra money so much since her husband has been out of work for several months. ?One other thing, Mrs. White,? the Coach went on to say. There?s a new transfer student who needs a place to stay until we can find him another home. The slush fund will pay you an additional five thousand an month for his room and board as he does like to eat.? Cheryl couldn?t believe her ears. An additional five thousand dollars a month just to feed one of the new football players. She agreed quickly as they needed the money in the worst way. ******* Cheryl left school that afternoon with her daughter and went straight home to fix dinner for their new boarder. Chrissy was excited that a football player was coming to live with them. The young blonde teenager wondered what he would look like. Coach Johnson dropped off the new transfer student at six P.M. sharp. Cheryl?s jaw nearly dropped when she opened up the door. ?Hello, Mrs. White,? said the Coach. ?This here is your new boarder, Darnell Williams.? Darnell extended his hand to the lovely blonde English teacher. His large black hand easily enveloped her finely manicured fingers. It took a moment for Cheryl to find her voice. ?Come in, Darnell. Dinner?s almost ready.? ?I gotta get going,? the Coach said, ?as I?m expected at a football booster meeting in a few minutes. Take real good care of Darnell for me, won?t you Mrs. White?? ?Oh, sure,? replied the pretty blonde English teacher. Cheryl lead the big negro football transfer student into the dining room. ?Chrissy, this is Darnell. Darnell, this is my daughter, Chrissy.? Chrissy was just about as astonished as her mother was when she saw the big, strapping negro buck. He was bigger than the other boys she knew at the high school. Darnell was definitely blacker than any man she had seen before. Darnell liked what he saw. A lovely blonde teacher would also be his special tutor in English. She and her lovely blonde daughter made his big black cock stir in his tight jeans as he watched the beautiful mother and daughter duo eat dinner. The food was as great as the view. He was going to really enjoy himself living here. Coach Johnson had promised the star black running back a car as well as spending money under the table. The Coach had also promised him some sweet white pussy! These two blonde bitches were prime white meat that he was sure to enjoy eating. ******* Darnell knew not to press to hard too quickly. Let the women come to him. He had to focus on football practice and concentrate on his studies. One evening after football practice, Darnell had just finished a second plateful of fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy. ?Darnell,? Cheryl, ?Chrissy wanted to model the new cheerleader uniforms for you before tomorrow night?s game.? ?Sure ?nuf Mrs. White,? the black football player said as he licked his greasy fingers. ?Chrissy, come on down,? Cheryl called out to her daughter. Cheryl had to gasp as her daughter walked through the door into the dining room. Her daughter looked absolutely gorgeous and very sexy in the tiny new cheerleading uniform. The white cropped top stopped just above her navel and displayed much of her smooth taut belly. There was the black letter ?P? for Panthers that did nothing to hide the outline of the young cheerleader?s breasts. The short white skirt had black pleats underneath and barely came to mid-thigh. Chrissy was also wearing her cute little cheerleader sneakers and socks. The young cheerleader twirled around on her tiptoes. One could easily see that she was wearing black thong panties. Darnell grinned even bigger this time. He really liked what he saw. ?Mrs. White,? he said, ?Does the cheerleader sponsor also wear that outfit?? ?Ohmigawd, no,? blushed Cheryl. ?I could never wear an outfit as sexy as that.? ?I bet you would look very nice in it, Mrs. White. Just like you always do,? replied Darnell looking at first the pretty blonde mother and then the beautiful blonde daughter. Cheryl blushed like she always did. She didn?t think of herself as sexy, especially since she was a wife and mother of a fifteen year old. Chrissy just smiled at the black boarder?s comment about her mother. ****** That evening, Ed White came home and saw a black guy talking to his daughter in the living room. Ed found his wife in the kitchen cleaning up the dinner dishes. ?Cheryl, why is that black in the living room talking to our daughter?? ?Oh, that?s Darnell Williams. He?s a transfer student at the high school who will be living with us the next couple of months during football season.? ?What the fuck?? replied Ed angrily. ?Coach Johnson needed a place for Darnell to stay so that he could transfer in to Lee High School to play football for him. They?re paying us five thousand dollars a month for his room and board. He?s in the guest room which we never use. I accepted the Coach?s offer because we so desperately need the extra money especially since you were without a job for so long.? ?I don?t care who he is. I don?t want a Nigger under my roof eating my food! Get him outa here now!? ?Shhh, Ed. He?ll hear you. He?s alright. He?s a good boy and minds his manners real well. Darnell knows his place. He treats Chrissy like a princess.? ?I don?t want my daughter talking to a Nigger much less sleeping in the room next to him! And I don?t want him sniffing around you either!? Ed fumed as he stomped out the door to a neighborhood bar for a few drinks. Later that evening, Ed came home drunk and a raging hardon. He took his revenge out on his wife by fucking her roughly. He couldn?t get the image of the black man being around his wife and daughter. ****** The first football game of the season was this evening. Darnell was running a little late for school. Normally he hit the shower first, got dressed and left for school before Chrissy even got up. Darnell was just stepping out of the shower when the bathroom door opened. It was Chrissy in just her panties and a thin pajama top buttoned with one button in the middle of her chest. The creamy tops of her breasts were exposed to his searching eyes and the curve of her tits molded themselves against the thin material. Chrissy gasped at the naked black man. Her eyes flicked downward between his muscular black thighs before quickly looking away. ?My God,? the young blonde teenage cheerleader thought to herself. ?That?s the biggest, blackest cock I have ever seen! It looked like a thick radiator hose hanging down between his legs almost reaching to his knees.? Chrissy had to pee and pee she did. She pulled her panties down and sat down on the toilet and peed. Still stark naked, Darnell?s eyes followed the pretty young teenager. He saw the wisp of curly blonde pussy hair at the apex of her thighs before she sat down. Chrissy even spread her thighs some so that the dark football player could see the yellow stream of urine following from between her legs. Darnell wrapped the towel around his loins but not before allowing Chrissy to see the monster black erection that was growing between his muscular loins. The pretty blonde teenager couldn?t believe her eyes as she witnessed the amazing transformation of the magnificent black manhood. She had heard from some of the other girls in school that black boys were much bigger ?down there? than white boys. Now she saw it with her own eyes. Darnell stepped out of the bathroom and quickly got dressed. He noticed the lovely blonde English teacher making breakfast for him. Cheryl was wearing a sheer blouse and he could she her white bar through the thin material. She was also wearing a tight tan skirt that came to mid-thigh. He could tell that she was wearing thong panties underneath. Her shapely legs were bare of any hose. The lovely blonde teacher and mother was wearing tan high-heeled pumps that matched the color of her skirt. Gold hoop earrings and a gold bangle bracelet completed her clothing ensemble. Darnell?s broad black nose couldn?t help but catch the scent of her perfume, White Shoulders. Mrs. White looked and smelled very sexy this morning as she did every morning. The black boarder quickly ate and got up from the table. Cheryl was at the sink washing dishes. ?Mrs. White,? Darnell said. ?Thank you for breakfast. It was delicious.? Before Cheryl could say, ?You?re welcome,? Darnell brushed by her kissing her on the ear. His huge black hand rested on her hip. The pretty blonde English teacher?s heart skipped a couple of beats. Darnell?s animal sexuality completely engulfed herself. Her knees became weak and she had to support herself on the edge of the sink to keep from collapsing on the floor. Her heart was still racing when she heard Darnell?s car start then drove out of the driveway. ?That was close,? she thought to herself. ?I almost thought that he was going to take me here and now.? The pretty blonde mother?s heart was still beating quickly when her daughter came into the kitchen for breakfast. Cheryl thought that she might have to go change her dampened panties for some clean ones. That was the first time that she had ever cum without any physical stimulations. It was purely mental! ******* The football game that evening was great. Cheryl went to the game not only to watch her daughter lead some of the cheers but also to see Darnell in action. As the cheerleader sponsor, she was expected to be there with her pretty cheerleaders so Cheryl was very close to the sidelines. Darnell did not disappoint them. The other team was good but they couldn?t keep the new black running back from breaking tackle after tackle to make several touchdowns. After each of his touchdowns, Darnell would do a little celebration dance in the end zone. Lee?s Black Panthers beat the other team, twenty-eight to fourteen. Coach Johnson began calling his new black recruit, ?Cadillac? because of his end zone demonstrations. The new nickname stuck! The string black running back was now know as ?Cadillac? Williams. ******* Darnell always knew he was something special. Not only did his mother continually tell him that but he was also bigger, stronger and faster than the other boys his age. His mother told him that he was a direct descendent of some slaves who brought to America from Africa to tend the cotton fields on an ole South plantation. When he was six, Darnell told his mother that he wanted to be a professional football player. His mother dearly hoped he would live up to his high expectations and not die a young death like so many black inner city kids did. One of his aunts also knew that Darnell was special. She had seen the magnificent gift between his legs while she was changing one of his diapers. Darnell was going to be big as he was already bigger than most of the other males that she had seen. Aunt Flo took Darnell under her wing. Maybe it would be better said that she took him under her dress. Aunt Flo gave Darnell a tenth birthday present that he will never forget. His first piece of pussy. Flo showed the youth what women liked and how to do it. His ten year old cock was bigger than some of the grown men she had slept with. Aunt Flo schooled him in the art of making love to a woman. Darnell especially loved eating pussy. Aunt Flo taught him how to insert one of his long fingers into her pussy to find the elusive ?G Spot? while he expertly stroked her clitoris with his eager long tongue. These lessons proved invaluable to Darnell as he was never without pussy whenever he wanted some. ******* The excitement from winning the first game of the season had worn off a little at school by the following Tuesday. The team had to get ready for their next rival. The newspapers were still hailing ?Cadillac? as the next generation of running backs. Several of the college scouts already had their eye on Cadillac Williams. That evening, Cheryl had a open house for parents at school and arrived home a little later than usual. Her husband was out of town and her daughter had finished her homework early and gone over to one of her friends house to talk. ?Darnell, honey,? said Cheryl as she came through the back door. ?I?m home. Where are you?? ?I?m upstairs in my room studying,? came the muffled reply. Cheryl walked upstairs and saw that the door to Darnell?s room was open. He was at his desk studying algebra. ?Have you had anything to eat yet?? she said as she entered his room. ?Yes, Ma?am. I reheated some leftovers in the microwave. Your meatloaf is fantastic!? It was then that she saw that the new black football player was just in his boxer shorts as he studied. Cheryl came up behind him and began to massage his thick black neck. She moved her red-tipped fingers to his broad muscular shoulders. Cheryl gasped when she saw the deep scars running up and down his back. ?Ohmigawd, Darnell,? Cheryl hadn?t started calling the star black football player by his nickname. ?What happened to your back?? Darnell turned around to look up at his beautiful blonde English teacher. ?That?s the reason I had to leave my last school. One of the white cheerleaders had come on to me. I was just about finished fucking her when her boyfriend, who was the quarterback, and several of my other teammates pulled me from between her legs. It took five of them to tie me to a tree in the back yard and whipped me thirty times with a cat-o-nine tail. Afterwards, they poured salt in the wounds to try to make me yell. I didn?t let out a sound but it hurt mighty fierce.? ?Finally,? Darnell continued. ?The cheerleader and her mother had to cut me down. They took care of me that night. I even fucked the mother while the slashes on my back were still bleeding.? ?My football coach said it wasn?t safe for me to stay at that school any longer and he had me transferred here. He said I could have been lynched. That?s what they used to do with nigger bucks messing around with their white women. I didn?t do anything wrong, Mrs. White. Please believe me that I didn?t try to rape that little blonde girl. That little cheerleader said she wanted to try my big black cock.? ?I believe you,? Cheryl said as a tear rolled down her pretty cheek. ?I believe you,? she said again as she kissed the scars on your back. ?I?m so sorry that they did that to you. I want to make it all up to you. Let me help make it feel better,? she said as her fingers worked its magic on his quickly aroused body. Darnell stood up and turned towards to his lovely blonde English teacher. His boxer shorts were already tented in front from his huge erection. He took the pretty blonde mother in his strong black arms and gave her a kiss that she would never forget for the rest of her life. Cheryl could feel his giant black cock throbbing against her firm belly but she didn?t care. She had never been unfaithful to her husband before but somehow she just couldn?t resist his strong animal magnetism. Cheryl felt her blouse being unbuttoned and her lacy bra removed deftly by his expert fingers. She continued to kiss the black football player as they tumbled together on his bed. Darnell slobbered over her magnificent twin orbs suckling on them like a baby. The beautiful blonde teacher and mother could only moan in ecstasy. Darnell pushed up her skirt and tugged off her panties. He brought them up to his broad black nose for a good whiff of her womanly scent. Darnell planned on keeping his beautiful English teacher?s damp panties as a souvenir to add to his panty collection. The masterful black lover ate her blonde pussy like she had never been eaten before. His broad black nose was tickled by her curly, blonde pussy hair. Cheryl just about went wild as the black football player inserted first one, then two and finally a third finger into her excited womb. Her new black lover found her G-Spot as Cheryl had her first of many orgasms that night. ******* Chrissy got home from her friends house. She let herself in the back door and grabbed a Diet Coke from the refrigerator before going up to her room. As she was getting ready for bed, she heard some moaning coming from Darnell?s room. Chrissy became worried that Darnell might be sick. His light was on in his room. She opened the door but wasn?t prepared for the shock of her sweet life. There he was, bare-assed naked fucking a white girl on his bed. Chrissy saw the gigantic black cock as it pistoned in and out of the poor girl?s ravaged pussy. The two were locked in a passionate kiss. ?Oh my god, that?s mom,? she said out loud. The interracial couple mating on the bed broke their forbidden kiss and looked at the newcomer. Darnell?s big wide grin overshadowed the smile she received from her mother. Mom and Darnell went back to fucking each other without hardly missing a beat. Chrissy was mesmerized. She wanted to turn away from the defilement of her own mother but she couldn?t look away. The attraction for her to watch her mother getting fucked by a huge-cocked black man was like a moth taking to a flame. Both would end in disaster! The sight of Darnell between her Mother?s legs left an indelible imprint in her young mind. Her first reaction was one of rage. How dare that Nigger rape her mother! When Chrissy realized that her mother wasn?t getting raped by the star black football player but was consensual, her emotions turned to jealously. How dare her mother fuck a black guy half her age? That should be me under him taking his huge black cock! Chrissy turned around and stomped back into her own room. ******* Later that same night, Chrissy felt the edge of her bed sag as someone got into bed with her. She was still aroused from seeing Darnell fuck her mother. His muscular hand found her quivering wet pussy. She was on her side as he sidled up from behind against her tender, young bare body. ?Chrissy, honey, it?s your turn now.? Chrissy felt his enormous cock against her firm buttocks. ?Put it in for me,? he whispered into her ear. The blonde teenager raised one leg and reached down between her thighs. She guided the dark throbbing member to her innermost being. ?Ohhh,? gasped Chrissy as the thick shaft bored into her tight cuntal walls. It was able to slide half-way in because she was so wet. Although this wasn?t Chrissy?s first sexual encounter, it certainly was her first black encounter. Darnell?s big black cock was more than twice the size of her previous white schoolboy lover?s penis. Chrissy had the opportunity to experience first-hand, or should we say first-cunt, what Jungle Fever was all about. Chrissy was hooked for life on big black cock! Cadillac would get all the prime white mother and daughter pussy that he could eat and fuck! 3381 1.44/512345

Martha And Gerald

MARTHA AND GERALD I love being a black man, and one of the things that I love most about being a black man is the pleasure of having sex with a white woman. Very little gives me the same pleasure of having a white woman service me, willingly giving herself to me, in order that she can experience the kind of sexual satisfaction that only a black man can give her. I was in Atlanta on business working with a large airline that is based there. I have a regular contact who is in upper management. We have met many times and have become friends over the years. Gerald is a middle-aged white man who is fairly powerful in the company and has what I call a younger trophy wife. Martha is very attractive, in her mid-thirties, and is built for sex. She has large, firm breasts and a body that oozes sensuality. I have always thought that she would be fun in bed, but I have never said anything to Gerald that would let him know what I thought about his blushing bride. During a meeting with Gerald, he asked what I was doing that evening. I told him that I planned on going back to the hotel after our meeting and then going on a run and working out in the hotel fitness center. He wanted to know if I wanted to join Martha and him for dinner at one of his favorite restaurants. I told him that it would be a pleasure and that I looked forward to seeing Martha again. He looked at me with a sly look and said that Martha had mentioned how much she was looking forward to seeing me again. I dressed in black pants and a black shirt and wore a gray sports coat to dinner that night. I met them at the restaurant that he had recommended and shook Gerald?s hand and gave Martha a kiss on the cheek when we met. Her perfume was fabulous, and I could not help but enjoy myself when she pressed her hot little body against me when she kissed me back. Damn this woman was sexy. We went to our table and had a couple of glasses of wine with our salad. As usual, we enjoyed ourselves and laughed a lot as we talked. Martha was flirtatious and offered me a generous view of her full breasts each time she would lean forward to pick up something on the table. Of course, she knew what she was doing and knew that I was obviously enjoying what I saw. Before the waiter brought the main course, I saw Martha give Gerald a look that he understood, and she excused herself to go to the restroom. I couldn?t help but admire her as she walked away. She was wearing a black dress that showed off her shapely ass and legs and her curvaceous figure as she walked. I guess Gerald noticed me watching and said, ?She really is something else isn?t she?? I smiled and told him that he was one lucky dog to be able to land her. He laughed and said that I was right. Then he said something that made caught me a little off guard. He told me that even though he was in a very conservative business and had to put on a very conservative front, both he and Martha were in fact very open minded. I said, ?Oh really?? Then he asked me if I considered myself open to new things. I told him that I was a fairly liberal thinker and enjoyed new experiences. The more we talked the more he made it clear that what he needed was discretion and a friend that he could trust with a secret. I told him that I was his man. He then told me that Martha and he had a secret fantasy and that fantasy involved her having sex with another man. And that man had to be a well endowed black man. I gave Gerald a knowing look and told him that I believed that I was the answer to their problem. He told me that he hoped that was what I was going to say. Martha came back to from the restroom and joined us at the table. Gerald looked at Martha and told her that we had been talking and that I was more than interested in what the two of them had been discussing. Martha looked at me and said that she had hoped that I would be interested and looked forward to enjoying what she had always heard was a very satisfying experience. We all laughed, and Martha took my hand in hers. Gerald ordered more wine and we quickly finished dinner. Gerald told me that he and Martha were members of a private club and suggested that we ride together in their car. I jumped in the back seat of their BMW and expected Martha to sit up front with Gerald, but she told him that she was going to sit in the back with me. Gerald said that perhaps she should sit up front, but she made it clear that she was sitting in the back seat with me. Gerald looked at me in the mirror and said that it would be okay with him. Martha slid beside me on the leather seat and told him to drive. As soon as the door was closed and he was driving, she slipped closer and put her hand on my leg. She began to stoke my thigh as we drove and talked. Knowing what she wanted, I took her hand in mine and guided it around my hardening cock. I could hear her take a deep breath as she took it in her hand. She began to feel me though my pants and began to stroke it as it got harder. She whispered in my ear that she had never felt a cock that big before. We pulled into a private club on the north side of Atlanta called ?Trapeze?. They had valet parking, so we all jumped out while Gerald gave the driver the keys. We went inside and Gerald paid my way into the club. Now, I have been to clubs before, but I have never been to anything like this. This was a swingers club. There were men and women on the dance floor in various stages of undress. Women were dancing topless with each other while their husbands watched. Men would dance with one partner and then move to another. Beautiful women of all colors moved about the floor as one man and then another would move up to dance and caress them. It was like a buffet of flesh for the taking. My cock immediately came back to attention. Gerald led us to a booth in the corner as I tried to take in all of the sights. Martha took my hand and laughed. ?Well, I can tell that you are enjoying yourself.? I sat in the booth and Martha slid beside me. Gerald sat on the opposite side of the booth and sat back. Martha went right back to stroking my cock as Gerald watched. I looked at him and he smiled as he watched his wife?s hand stoke me. I told him that this was unbelievable, that I had never seen anything like this before. He only laughed and said that I had not seen anything yet. He explained that there was a back area where everyone had to get undressed. They gave you a little towel to wear if you wanted and that I would be see people having sex all over the place. There were special rooms with private beds, public beds where people would stand and watch as you had sex, hot tubs, pools, and couches where people would sit and suck and fuck each other. I liked what he was saying. Martha, who obviously was ready to get things rolling, suggested that we go ahead and move to the back area. I followed them. As soon as we turned the corner, there was a young blonde on her knees sucking one guy while she stroked another man?s cock. One of the partners was sitting on the couch masturbating as she watched both men being serviced. I thought that I had died and gone to heaven! We went to a locker room where we were given a towel and told to put our clothes in a locker. Martha stood beside me and began to slowly undress. This beautiful woman with a body to die for looked me in the eye as she slowly slid her dress off. She was wearing a black bra and thong underneath.. I took off my jacket and hung it on a hanger. I am not sure what Gerald was doing since all I was watching was his hot wife. Martha took off her bra and her breasts spilled out. At this point, I did not give a fuck about Gerald. I walked over to his wife and took her breasts in my hand and pressed my body into hers. She reacted the way that I knew she would as she guided her hot mouth to mine. We stood there in the locker area kissing as I took those sweet orbs into my hands and began to caress her. Damn she was hot. She slipped off her thong exposing her sweet slit and wrapped in a towel. She told me to hurry. I took off my shirt, shoes, and pants and stood in my boxers. My cock was straining to get out as I slid my boxers off. Gerald looked at the two of us with lust in his eyes. He looked down at my cock and said that he knew Martha was going to have a good time. Gerald stripped with his back to us and wrapped in a towel. We walked back to the pool area where there were several hot tubs lined up against the wall. As we walked, we passed rooms where people were having sex on beds while other couples stood and watched. There were pairs of couples sitting on couches, and the four of them were all engaged in some form of sex. Martha led us to a hot tub and suggested that we jump in for a few minutes. I slid off my towel and sat on the edge with just my legs in the water while Martha and Gerald jumped in. Martha did not waste any time. Like all white women, she immediately slid between my legs and began sucking my cock. I looked down at her blonde hair and blue eyes as she licked my cock head and then began sucking my cock in and out of her mouth. Her generous boobs floated in the water. Gerald moved over so that he could get a better view of his wife sucking me. What made the whole scene surreal was that while she was sucking me and Gerald sat there touching himself, other couples would walk by and stop to watch. It was cool to have this hot woman sucking me and hear other women talk about how much they love to be sucking me or to listen to their partners tell them how they would love to watch the two of us together. All of this encouraged Martha who moaned and began to stroke me as she took my cock into her hot little mouth. Gerald slid beside the two of us and started asking Martha how she liked sucking a black cock. She took me out of her mouth and continued to stroke me while she told him that she loved it. Gerald told her that he wanted to kiss her mouth, the mouth that had just had a big black cock in it. They kissed passionately as she continued to stroke me. Gerald broke the kiss and guided his wife back to my cock. He held her head as she began licking and bobbing up and down as she tried to take more and more of my shaft. Gerald looked at me as he held his wife?s head and asked, ?She looks good sucking your big cock, doesn?t she?? I told him that there is nothing better than a sexy white woman with a big chocolate stick in her mouth. Martha leaned forward and put my cock between her two big boobs and began to move up and down. My balls were pressed against her chest as she massaged my cock, squeezing her breasts together and moving up and down. She looked and me and asked if I liked what she was doing. I told her that we needed to move to a bed somewhere before I made a big mess all over those sweet tits. Gerald got out of the hot tub and found a bed that had a canopy around it. Martha looked up while he was gone and told me that she could not wait to fuck me. He came back to get us and said that we should move to the canopy bed. As we were moving, we passed a couple sitting on a chair. A white man was sitting down and his white wife was sitting in his lap facing him. She was slowly fucking him as he sucked her tits. I moved over to watch for a second while Gerald and Martha got the bed ready. As I stood there watching them, the white girl leaned back from her husband as they continued fucking, looked at me, opened her mouth in the shape of a big ?O?, and shook her head yes. I took one step closer and without hesitation or saying anything to her husband, she took my cock in her mouth. Here was a total stranger fucking her husband and sucking me. Her husband looked up and saw my cock in her mouth and immediately shot his load into her. I let her suck me for a few minutes while her husband moaned, but knowing that I had to get back to Martha, pulled back and let my hard cock pop out of her mouth. Both she and her husband looked disappointed when I told them I had to go. I got into bed with Martha and Gerald, and he pulled the canopy closed. I decided it was time for me to take control. I pulled Martha onto her back beside me and started kissing her and running my hands up and down her body. She moaned as I began to nibble and squeeze her big breasts. Gerald moved over to his side of the bed and began stroking himself as I licked and sucked his wife. I ran my hands down Martha?s body and found her wet slit. I moved down her belly to her wet pussy and began to lick her swollen clit and thick inner lips. I turned my hand palm up and slid my middle finger deep into her pussy. I then spread her lips using my other two fingers. Her inner lips were thick and swollen, and her clit was sticking up like a little cock. I ran my tongue up and down her lips and then settled onto her clit. I took her right breast in my left hand and squeezed it as I worked her clit with my tongue and fingered her with my right hand. Martha began a long moan as she had her first of many orgasms that night. Gerald looked at Martha and said that she needed to suck him. Martha told him to keep playing with himself because she was busy at the moment. I rolled Martha onto her stomach and moved behind her. I climbed on top of her and began to rub my cock against her wet opening. She invitingly raised her hips, and I began to push into her. She began another moan and told Gerald, ?Oh God! It is so big! I have never felt anything like that before.? I looked over at Gerald as he stroked his little dick and realized that she was experiencing a real cock for the first time. I kept pushing deeper as she spread her legs. I began to slowly move in and out, not pushing my full length into her in order for her to get used to my size. As I moved back and forth, I slid in a little deeper with each push. Eventually, her stretched cunt was taking my full length. I grabbed her ass cheeks in my hand and began to fuck her. She kept moaning and telling me how good it felt. Gerald moved closer so he could watch my cock slide in and out of his wife. He looked at me with a glazed look in his eyes as his wife?s stretched pussy sucked my cock in and out with each thrust. Gerald began to stroke himself faster as he watched. Martha started saying, ?Yeah baby. Do me just like that. I am about to come again.? I smiled as she started a long moan and squeezed my cock with her tight cunt as another orgasm swept through her body. I fucked Martha doggy style long enough for me to close to my own orgasm. Wanting Martha to have at least one more orgasm while my cock was buried in her, I flipped her over on her back and pulled her legs over my shoulders. I started pumping in and out and enjoyed watching her full boobs move and down in rhythm. I told Gerald to move over and start rubbing her clit with one hand while I fucked her. Obediently, Gerald started rubbing Martha?s clit with his left hand while he stroked his cock with the other. It was hot watching Martha?s pink stretched pussy lips as they clung to my thick cock. Martha was delirious with pleasure as she moaned and babbled. What had been a composed little trophy wife was now a fuck toy for me. She kept saying, ?I love his cock. I love his thick, black cock. Oh Gerald, I love it.? Watching his little slut wife beg for my cock was too much for Gerald. He began shooting all over Martha?s big tits calling her a black cock whore.. Martha started laughing saying, ?You are right baby. I am a black cock whore now!? Martha looked up at me with Gerald?s load all over her boobs and said, ?I want to feel you shoot inside me. I want to feel your sperm baby. Fill me up with your sperm.? I started to pound her as Gerald kept rubbing her clit. I felt that sweet pleasure building in my own balls and new that I was about to shoot a load deep in this little white whore. I let out my own moan and felt my balls empty deep inside her tight, wet hole. Gerald rubbed harder and faster as Martha and I had a simultaneous orgasm. I held her by the ass as my sperm filled her cunt. When I was finished, I buried myself completely inside her as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I collapsed on top of her. We kissed as I enjoyed the sensations of her cum-filled pussy and then rolled off of her. Gerald reached between Martha?s legs and ran his hand up and down her soft blonde fur as my load began seeping out. Martha looked at Gerald and told him, ?I want to taste his sperm baby. Get down there and clean me up with your tongue and then get back up here and give me a taste.? Doing as he was told, he slid down and began to lick Martha?s slick pussy, sliding his tongue deep inside to get as much of my load as he could in his mouth. He then slid back up and gave Martha a deep kiss. I watched the two of them as their tongues danced together as what was left of my load slipped from his mouth to hers. She lapped and swallowed and told him how much she loved the taste. We ended up having sex one more time that night, with me fucking Martha doggy style while she gave Gerald a blow job. Needless to say, we were all incredibly satisfied as we left early the next morning. Gerald drove us back to my car, and I then drove myself back to my hotel. I flew home midday and Gerald called me that afternoon to say that he and Martha could not wait for my next visit to Atlanta. Let me know if you liked it. Bigtooltyrone@yahoo.com 3859 1.52/512345

Soccer Mom (Part 4)

cheers Soccer Mom IV by Titslave Conclusion of a four-part story: DW files 1064, 1257 and 1283. Written exclusively for Dark Wanderer and not the "Watching" site. Vicki sent Tonya on a sleepover with her cousins in the next county. Tonya wouldn't be back til Sunday night. Vicki and Tim anticipated the day of the Saturday evening soccer banquet, but for radically different reasons. Tim schemed how to humiliate HER for a change. Starting the day before she was preoccupied with looking as lucious as possible. She couldn't wait to be the party chick that made all the young guys get hard. On Saturday morning she stood at the side of the bed, touching herself as Tim lay sleeping. When he awoke she was facing a mirror, dressed in nothing except jeans, and looking into the mirror at him. Usually she turned her back to him when dressing out of modesty but now she turned halfway and looked down at him with a lusty look. He couldn't help staring at her breasts, his eyes filled with their full, round flesh, dominating the upper half of her body. In jeans and nothing else she looked so fine, and he hated her. Her chest was a wonderful, eternally erotic sight for him, and her animal lust to show it and give it to all these men was leaving him more addicted r breasts than ever. He wanted them in his face more than ever for some reason, and the more she denied them to him and threw them at strangers, the more insane it made him. Enjoying this tortuous effect on him she tried on daring, tantalizing weave bras, one red, one bright white, and one black, as he lay there, his cock hardening. "How do you think I'd look in this one? Would this get the stares? Ouch, my nipples are a little sore...now how did that happen, hormone change?" she asked him innocently as she posed in the sheer negligee. She studied his face with her sincere looking eyes to get the reaction of her little husband, trapped. Then she turned her back to him again and he shuddered at the sound of fabric on skin --- she ever so slowly pulled her very snug jeans down over her naked, smooth rump, shaking her hips just enough so that she heard a loud sigh escape from him. "I am going to try on a skirt," she said, as if thinking out loud, "I don't think these jeans would show off my ass enough." With her back to him still and her jeans pushed just below her buttocks she leaned over slightly against a closet door so that her tits hung massive er nipples pointing wonderfully, a view that he had seen only rarely and that only added to his burning sexual desire for her. She delighted in this treatment of her resentful but craving husband. She agreed to have sex with him, after he pleaded. Knowing only a coward would beg for sex from a promiscuous wife, she insisted that he not touch her breasts until he first had eaten her pussy. He was confined to gazing at her chest as his tongue licked her and in his heart he hoped against hope that she could be just his again. She threw herself into a fantasy of being blindfolded while, before they all fucked her, two at a time of the team's players took turns eating her cunt and sitting on her face so she could slurp away at a young stud's balls and asshole while someone's tongue pleasured her clitoris. Gazing past her boobs Tim watched her tongue first rub against her lip, then extend out of her and vibrate. The sight of her doing this was so erotic that he found himself rubbing rapidly against her leg with his prick. She sensed Tim's arousal and decided to tease him some more. So just as he was about to hurry into fucking position, she began to whisper hoarsely in betwee ns: "Oh Tony, is that your mouth? Lick my asshole Tony, then finger fuck me. Finger fuck my ass!" Even hearing these demeaning words Tim slid a finger into her anus , which made her a little crazy. With her ass and hips writhing wickedly he ejaculated with abandon as he rubbed against her. "OK Eric, come here and sit on my mouth," she cried as Tim shot his wad on her and on the sheet. He was now reacting against these insults and began to move away from her, but she grabbed him fiercely and pushed his mouth into her clit hard. "Finger fuck my asshole, sonny boy," she said. Tim objected: "It's me," and broke away and rolled over in disgust. She got up on her knees, ignored him, and with one arm resting on the headboard of the bed turned to look back at her behind. Breathing hard she shoved one of her fingers up her ass, then two. Her eyes glassy, she looked at Tim and said: "I need some young dick up my ass." "You're sick! You're a total whore!" he said, grabbing fresh clothes and stalking into the bathroom. The moans from her finger fucking herself followed him down the hall. Later that day Tim, feeling like he had been through twelve rounds with Mohammed Ail, clobbered with disgust and shock at everything his wife was doing, was quite surprised to see her return from a long session at the beauty shop with her hair colored blonde and her eyebrows redone to the thinness of a pen stroke. The effect was stupendous. Her natural blonde hair was of the wild Steve Nicks variety, and her eyebrows were thin. As the time neared to leave for the restaurant the team had rented out, Tim vacillated: he hated her, was disgusted by her, pouted about her embarrassing him in front of others, burned with a smoldering lust that was new to him. New and frightening. The more she teased him and taunted him, and the more she threw herself at these young studs, some part of him responded passionately. He hated himself and his wife for this side of Tim. Vicki had gone to a specialty site on-line and ordered by overnight delivery a tight white top that had "SOCCER BABE" on it at chest level, in red letters. The low cut top was too small for her and it left her abdomen tantalizingly bare - and showed off her oversized nipples, impossible to miss, she hoped. Her braless tits pressed enormously against the fabric, and pushed out the bottom of the garment, which was not cut to lay on the bare skin her below her bustline. She wore a snug navy blue skirt and those entrancing laced high heels. As they pulled out of the driveway, Tim turned to her and said sarcastically: "Why bother dressing at all? Why not go naked?" "Great idea, maybe by the end of the party I will be," she said, pulling her skirt up to show her husband that she wore nothing underneath. "How do you like my shaved pussy?" she said, studying his pained reaction. He shook his head and after they had driven a few blocks muttered, "We need gas." They traveled a half mile more toward the restaurant then pulled into a gas station. As Tim filled up the tank, he watched his wife bounce out of the car and into the station, where two young men were standing behind the register. His brow arched with angry contemplation, Tim stared in disgust as Vicki walked in with a faint smile, her hips swaying. One guy was short and muscular, the other tall and attractive. They looked to be just out of high school age. And they looked sort of rough. Hard, been around, he thought. Tim watched Vicki stretch her arms over her head, running her fingers in her hair, and say "hi", then open a cooler door where cold drinks were displayed. He watched her ask them some sort of question, and let the door push into her tits as she did so. "We don't want to pay for anything with money," she said, smiling sweetly, grabbing some candy and placing it and a coke on the counter. The boys becoming men were blown away by how stacked she was. They just stared, and she fluttered inside watching their eyes flick back and forth between her eyes and her chest. Christ do I love it when these boys stare at me, she thought. The short one laughed, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. "So you planning on stealing the gas and this stuff?" he said, his voice a tough voice. He had a tattoo of a skull on his arm, and a scar on his cheek. Tim walked in, becoming used to his wife saying and doing things to make him look like an idiot. He put a credit card down and said absently, "twenty bucks on the gas." The short one reached for the card, but Vicki was faster. She threw it at Tim, arched her back and said to them seductively: "Why don't I show you my tits instead?" The tall one's eyebrows arched as he pursed his lips, and he looked at Tim for his next move. "Vicki, don't, for God's sake," Tim yelled. The short one spoke with more authority: "Hey that's cool. We get slutty chicks in here once in a while but no married whores." He whispered in the tall one's ear. The tall one said hesitatingly, "that's ten bucks in the register from each of us!" Frustrated the short one pointed at Vicki's chest. "Dude, look at those!" A moment later the short one, in control of the situation, said: "Let's go in back, Vicki. We want to see those tits." He held out his tobacco stained finger and pointed at Tim. "Why don't you watch the pumps?" Tim yelled at her, "Vicki! We've got to go! Enough is enough!" The short one was still pointing, "Vicki's going to show us what's under that top, an t's how we're getting paid. Right Vicki?" She responded by squeezing her tits together from the sides and licking her lips. The tall one took her by the hand and she half skipped behind him. Tim followed and grabbed her arm, but the short one grabbed his. Tim and he glared at each other wide-eyed. "Two against one, dude," the short one smiled. Vicki snaked an arm around the tall one's neck and kissed his ear, then said, "make that three." Tim let go of her and the two lads took her into an office. The boys sat down on a small, oil stained couch and she knelt on the couch between them, rubbing her very ample chest. "I thought you were going to watch up front," the short one said gruffly to Tim. "Honey, it's what's up front that counts," Vicki cooed. Vicki slowly began to take her top off. She smiled at Tim. "You don't want me to show them my tits, do you dear? I know you thought these belonged to you, and this really pisses you off," she said with mock sincerity, pulling her top off and leaning into the short one's face. "Shit!" he said, and the other gasped and loudly laughed with astonishment. She pushed her breasts toward the short one's face. Soon four hands and two mouths were all over her chest, and Vicki was clearly enjoying the attention and her exploring hands thrilled with the familiar feeling of young guys' crotches getting aroused. Tim walked into the cashier area in a rage, and there stood one of the team players, Rob, ready to pay for gas. "Oh hi, Mr. Gordon, what are you doing behind the counter?" he smiled. "Hi, Rob." "Is there anyone here to take my money? I got to get to the banquet.." Rob said, then began peering wide-eyed past Tim, who was standing by the cash register. Tim turned around and his h went dry when he saw that Rob had a direct line of vision into the office where Vicki was feeding her tits to the two gangster-looking young studs. Vicki was rubbing their exposed cocks, and said, loud enough for Rob to hear, "who wants to cum on my tits?" She looked out toward Tim and Rob and said nothing, just gazed at them defiantly, lewdly, her eyelids growing heavy with sexual arousal lighting fires within her, again. Tim turned back to face Rob and said: "They're busy." Rob was frozen in his stare at Tim's wife and finally said: "Well, I'll just leave the money here on the counter. See you at the banquet." As he turned to leave he said, grinning: "Is that Mrs. Gordon?" Tim looked at him blankly and said with his mouth barely opening, "see you at the party, Rob." After Rob left Tim tried to fight the impulse but turned, as he knew he would eventually, to watch his wife on her knees, holding her big tits with her hands. The boys were jacking themselves off, sometimes swatting her flushed face with their now rock hard tools and looking at Tim, grinning, fired up with lust they had never known. Vicki's eyes closed and her mouth, gaping open, gratefully received spurts of hot cum that shot at her from one dick, then the other. Thick strings of semen formed on her lips and neck. She kissed their cocks and beamed up at them as she squeezed her tits together, then shook them. I could kneel in front of hard boy pricks like this all day, she thought -- this was a damn good warm up for the banquet. The lads thanked her, the shorter one grabbing her ass and smiling when she promised she would return for more - writing down their shift schedule as Tim sat in the car, numb with resentment and humiliation. Leaving the station Rob jumped in his family car and said to his parents: "Hey, C.J.'s dad is working in there. Did he get laid off from his job as a sales rep?" He said nothing about Vicki, keeping thoughts of the very curvy slut wife to himself. Like the rest of the boys on the team he had heard all about how easy it was to get her to show her tits, suck him off and even fuck him. In fact, within the space of two days of her fuck-a-thon in Tony's room, the Gordon household was receiving phone calls from practically every boy on the team, and some of their friends. Jack the landscaping man was at this moment leaving a suggestive message on the Gordon answering machine. The soccer team had been anticipating the banquet for days. As had happened for the past three years, they rented out Lenardo's, a pizza restaurant. All anyone could drink of the beer, wine and soda drinks, and unlimited pizza and salad, were part of the per family ticket price. Banners and balloons were up around the main dining room of the restaurant. Blow-ups of color photographs of the team in action, and a gallery of the team's members, were posted proudly on the walls of the restaurant. The team was going to sectional playoffs and was riding high with a won-loss record of 10-2. A sound system played rock music. All the parents and their families were on hand to celebrate the achievements of the team, and enjoy the camaraderie that came with good friendships, some of which had come out of attending the games. Coach Phillips had arranged for a large-screen television to be set up in the restaurant so that all in attendance could enjoy a video of highlights of the team's season. His wife Meg had turned over the responsibility of some of the taping to Carl, Tony's brother, and Carl in turn had, right up to the last minute, worked hard to edit a team video that would delight the team. Tony had gotten some last minute segments in and Carl had spent all last night doing the final editing, adding music, sound, and editing out bad shots and superfluous footage. Tim noticed after they had arrived that some of the women, normally friendly, were somewhat distant, particularly with Vicki. She had freshened up in the car and looked ravishing, but like a ravishing high class hooker. Many of the moms, including Cindy, Eric's mother, practically gaped at the way Vicki's top showed off her breasts, which looked huge. Vicki, meanwhile, smiled at everyone and welcomed kisses on the lips from every boy on the team - and some of their dads, who were friendlier than usual. The "Vicki hug" was now an excuse for each boy, particularly the older ones and their bigger brothers, to slide their hands down to Vicki's ass and push in against her chest. As soon as her lovers arrived they positioned themselves off to a corner, where Tony snuck some squeezes of Vicki's tits and nipples while Eric's hand roamed under her skirt and into the delicious crack of her rounded ass. His fingers probed her asshole and he discovered it was bigger and oiled up, perhap h Vaseline. The spacious upstairs to the restaurant was closed off, but the younger kids, including some of the players, snuck up there and roamed around there as the party got under way. There was a pool table and restrooms located remotely at the far end, and side rooms not in use. "I'm in the mood for cock," Vicki said pleadingly to Tony and Eric. "Let's go up there." When Kyle joined them, getting a kiss on the lips from Vicki, Tony poked him and laughed, "Big tits wants is in heat again." Kyle said: "Mrs. Whore-don always is." Vicki saw how they acted like men of the world but they could not leave her sight and could not take their eyes off of her top. She was obsessed with them and implored them. "C'mon, please," she said. "I haven't felt you guys inside of me for three days." "Why don't we bring a couple dudes from the team, like Chris and Lars?" Eric asked. He wanted to watch her on her knees, sucking off these two juniors. "Do they like me?" Vicki asked with sincere in t. "Yeah, they want to see your tits," Eric smiled. "But I mean do they think I'm cute?" she persisted, excited to know about more admirers. He grinned, amused at this constant hunger to turn males on that she could not resist: "I'll go get them." "Thanks, lover," she smiled. As he turned to find Lars and Chris, he winked knowingly at Tony, while Vicki looked away to greet a fellow mom. "Can you believe those fuckin' tits," Eric whispered. "We gotta do her before the awards ceremony." "Dude her ass feels so good under that skirt, and I think she wants her asshole fucked, man" Tony sighed. Tim stood fifteen feet away, sickened by the glares from the moms watching Vicki being so familiar with her three cocksmen. Ed, one of the dads, spoke softly into Tim's ear. "Quite a woman you have there, Gordon." Tim half smiled as he squinted hard and, in the shadow of the wall near which his wife was standing, made out Tony's hand surreptitiously digging into the crack between Vicki's buttocks. "Thanks Ed," Tim muttered, now frowning, his eyes never leaving his wife and her boys. "No I mean it," Ed went on, "she's incredible. Did you buy her that sexy top?" "She did," Tim said, annoyed with the prospect of persistent conversation. "Well, she must love the attention. She sure has mine....It's like she came here this evening to monopolize every guy's attention." "Whatever," Tim said, trying to squelch the chit-chat. With the outrageous events of the week, this kind of fresh banter about his wife real got Tim's blood boiling. Then Sid, Kyle's father, and a flirt with other guys' wives, joined them. "Hey Tim, Ed!" He yelled, and handed them beers. Like most males there, Sid kept glancing at Vicki. Apparently he didn't recognize her with her makeover, and said to the other two dads, in a discreet voice, "hey, who's the chick with the huge tits? My pants are tightening! Wow!" Ed laughed at the coarseness of his comment, and as if to deter Sid from recognizing her, and at Tim's expense, said: "Isn't she unbelievable? Quite an ass, too. Wait til she moves to face the other way." Tim, now royally offended, started to interrupt: "For your information, that's ----". But Ed was quicker: "Hey Sid, how would you like to hire THAT ass for your office?" Just then Vicki turned, while in animated conversation with Tony, Kyle and Eric, and began to move to the music. She leaned forward and thrust her butt out, shaking it slowly. Tim started again, "Sid, that's ----", but Sid put his arm around them both. " if I ask her politely she'll let me fuck that big round ass of hers for dinner!" Ed laughed loudly: "But first a kiss? Oral persuasion for anal invasion?" Sid pulled the two men closer. "'Oral persuasion for ----' -- I love it! Christ that babe is hot. I wonder who she is. Someone's sister?" Tim cleared his throat. "That's Vicki." Sid, pop-eyed, looked at him and then Ed, "Whoops!" Sid laughed, then shook Tim's hand. "Tim, my compliments. I didn't know she'd dyed her hair. No offense. But she sure is dressed to kill. So I'm going to the john now, 'cause I have to and 'cause I have to jack off. Take it as perverted praise for your stunning bride." Tim shook his head as he watched Sid mount the stairs to use the john on the upper floor, then noticed him coming back down in moment later. "How could the entire men's room upstairs be 'out of order'?" he said to them, walking to the back of the first floor. The coach's wife put on the team video, and most of the crowd gathered around the jumbo screen to watch highlights of the season. For about fifteen minutes the sights and sounds of a great season aroused the viewers to applause and laughter. Then the scene shifted to a practice, with the young male voice-over saying: "These young athletes don't win games without practice, so let's go to one!" The camera panned out to the field, then a long shot of the team drilling in the distance. Then the camera returned to the bleachers set up to the left, and the camera moved slowly toward a woman seated on the third level of the bleachers. "And who might this be?" the voice over said. "Vicki!" Coach Phillips, very much excited to be at the banquet, applauded when he recognized her on the screen. She was wearing a form fitting blue sweater and a denim skirt with a slit. There were cheers, particularly from the masculine segment of the group. "Hi!" she said to the camera man. She was sitting with her arms stretching onto the bleacher behind her. As the camera came closer she made a point of pushing her chest out. At first the video showed her talking in normal conversation about how much she loved to support the team, even with her son abroad for the whole season. "Well," the voiceover said, "all of the guys on the team REALLY appreciate Mrs. Gordon," and the camera moved to a close up of her sweater, the screen suddenly filled with a profile of her E cup breasts. "Are you taping?" she laughed, "what are you doing?" The cameraman's voice said, "I'm taping just for me, so no one else will ever see this." Th era stayed on her boobs and people watching the video became quiet, looking at each other, buzzing with astonishment. The camera lingered on her chest and her hands appeared, squeezing her tits together. "Are you sure?" Vicki's voice said softly. "Totally, now pull up your skirt while I go under the bleachers and show what else the team loves about you." The video switched to the vantage point of under her place in the bleachers. As it adjusted to the light and worked its way into the space the camera showed her lucious bare ass hanging enticingly over the metal she was sitting on. "Are you sure no one will see this?" Vicki's voice asked again. "No one." Vicki said: "Well in that case let me join you under the bleachers." The camera caught her cheeks rock a little on the metal, then rise out of the cavity under the bleacher she was now getting up from. The scene shifted to Vicki now standing at the side of the bleachers, her hands stretched over her head so that she almost hung from the frame. She was looking in, and her sexy eyes showed that she was warming up to some exhibitionism. She placed one leg high up on a part of the side frame, baring some wonderfully shapely skin. She rubbed her leg against the metal, staring seductively into the camera. "Lift your sweater up," the camera voice said, and slowly she pulled it up to her shoulders, her breasts tumbling out of it, braless. There was an awkward moment of the camera being set down on a flat surface so that it maintained a focus on her breasts. She spoke as she played with them. "Well, well, Mr. Cameraman, you seem to be - uh - rising to the occasion. Damn, you rise quick...." People at the banquet, particularly women, were scandalized and were now openly objecting to this video and demanding that it be turned off. Some were looking around for her, but she was in her Explorer, sucking Tony's cock while Eric stood sentry. Then Eric and Tony switched. Back in the restaurant Tim tried to explain that he knew nothing about the video. No one would admit making it. Tim shrugged his shoulders, thankful that this incident occurred so that she would be shamed. Sid came up to him and gave him a comradely poke, his eyes wide. He just stared into Tim's eyes for the longest time then yelled: "Wow! This is one hell of a banquet!" Ed chimed in: "Where was I when they had practice! Shit!" Other parents just stared at the video, which was turned off, and kept staring at the screen after the picture went black. At a long table trophies sparkled under track lighting shining down from the ceiling. By the time the pizza had come out and the beer and wine were flowing Coach Phillips had spoken into a microphone to get everyone's attention. He was determined to return the party to some sense of wholesome fun. The parents and families gathered around in a semi-circle. Back inside, Vicki was surrounded by team members, who stood close to her, hiding much of her body, their lustful hands secretly playing with her tits under her top - every chance they got - and her ass and pussy. The coach spoke about the fine performance of the team and called each player over to the trophy to accept his prize and a handshake of congratulations. Tony was first and after the applause he came back to his place next to Vicki and said, "come on up to the men's john. We've got a surprise for you, big tits." She immediately began walking upstairs, Tim, and just about everyone else, watching her every move. He was waiting for the right time to show her up in front of all of these people - as a second wave to follow the video. She'll pay, he chuckled to himself. Kyle and Tony led her to the men's room marked OUT OF ORDER. Tony was in charge of the situation: "Kyle, show her her job as soccer mom slut." Kyle pulled her into one of the stalls. As Kyle closed the door Tony said, "notice the hole in the wall, big tits?" Kyle said: "On your knees in front of that hole, and pull up your skirt." She obediently knelt down in front of a hole bored in the thin, wooden divider wall. "You guys have a surprise for me?" she said, laughing. Kyle's was hard and slipped his soccer shorts down, rubbing his dick against the side of her face. She was looking through the wall hole "peek a boo!" she snickered. "You dressed to make our cocks hard, soccer whore," Tony said, "and we know you just can't get enough boy dick." Kyle got behind her in the stall, and she immediately pulled her skirt up. He slowly, teasingly, rubbed his dick against her wet pussy. "So do I turn you on? Are you guys gonna fuck me?" she said excitedly, sighing with the familiar, wonderful sensation of a hard young tool exploring her cunt. God she needed it. The blowjobs earlier in the evening just warmed her up, made her completely moist. "Maybe we'll fuck you. But back on Monday you were hanging up on me on the phone, and told me to go to hell in so many words," Tony said. "I was confused," she said, a trace of impatience in her voice, "Now I know I have to have it constantly." Answering a knock Tony opened the john door and a team member, Walt, showed up. He was sixteen and nervous, and handed Tony a ten dollar bill. "You ready?" Tony asked him. Walt nodded, watching Kyle rubbing his stiff prick against Vicki. Tony turned to her. "Show him your big tits," he ordered. She looked wide-eyed at Walt and pulled her top off slowly, then rubbed her boobs with one hand. "Hi," she said softly, watching Walt's fascinated reaction. This made her libido race. She turned to look back at Kyle. "Please fuck me. You're driving me crazy. What's the problem?" Kyle laughed and winked at Tony. "She's horny again." Tony pulled Walt toward the soccer slut, beginning to rock anxiously on her knees. Tony guided Walt's ling hand to her breasts, and snickered: "Go ahead, play with 'em. Pretty fuckin' enormous, right dude?" Then Tony said to Kyle, "maybe you shouldn't fuck her yet." Vicki was getting antsy. "C'mon, do it. I need it. Please." Kyle's rock hard penis, shiny from rubbing in the big-titted housewife's twat juices, slowly entered her hungry body. Walt stood, amazed, at the sound of the animal moan escaping from Vicki's throat. "Oh, Christ. Oh yeah, fuck my pussy," she whispered, her eyes closing. In the moment that she forgot Walt's bulging crotch at her side Tony walked Walt to the next stall. "Stick your cock and your balls in the hole," Tony instructed him. Walt pulled his pants down, a shudder running through his gut as he slowly grabbed his stiff prick and fed it through the joy hole. At the other side Vicki opened her eyes to behold an aroused, purple, dripping dick with boyish nuts being stuffed through the hole. Instantly she guided the cockhead to her face and kissed it several times, her fingers tightening around the rigid stem. Within a few minutes of her enthusiastic cocksucking Walt released a hot load inside her mouth. Tony meanwhile had collected another ten spot from Rob, who shoved Wa ide before he had his pants back on. Tony said to Rob as the latter boy fished his growing boydick out of his soccer shorts: "If you want to fuck her that's another ten. But she swallows cock so well you'll probably just fuck her mouth. " Then Tony raised his voice, to be heard over the sounds of carnal pleasure getting louder in the next stall: "Right, cocksucker?" When Vicki didn't answer he repeated himself. She finally said, as she gleefully grabbed the second dick to come through the hole, "Mrs. Cocksucker, to you, sonny boy." Kyle came in her with a series of grunts. Tony called out to Rob, "you want to fuck her too?" Rob pulled his dick abruptly out of the glory hole and grabbed a ten from his jersey pocket. "Definitely." Within seconds he was positioning himself behind her writhing ass and another boy, cash in hand, had bought access to the glory hole. Rob pulled on her hair accidentally and said: "Oh, sorry," and Vicki, jacking the mystery cock protruding into her face, said: "I'm sorry you're sorry. I'm a tough chick. You can pull on my hair if you like it - and if it'll get you off." Rob gasped as he gloried in fucking her hungry twat, and her filthy mouth made him fuck her as hard as he could. She squealed as his cock fucked away and the cock in her face shot a heavy load of semen. Rob grabbed her hair and pulled her head toward him as she kept stroking the now half-stiff penis. Tony told Rob to go to the other john. "Switch!" Tony laughed. "Vicki, stick your ass in the hole and spread those fuckin' cheeks," he said. Rob looked confused, standing up with his cock bouncing once in her face. Immediately she fondled it, then turned and pushed her ass as hard as she could into the wall-hole. Meanwhile Tim had noticed that Vicki had not come downstairs from the women's john in over thirty minutes and that there was a pattern of a team member, after receiving a trophy, of entering the "out of order" men's john, then coming out about five to ten minutes later. He decided to investigate, and Sid and Ed, each getting looser in their suggestive comments the more beers they inhaled, followed him upstairs. Noticing Sid's and Ed's sons standing impatiently in line outside the upstairs john, the light bulb went on for Tim: he was going to shame her by confronting these soccer dads with the depravity their sons were set to pay for. When Sid and Ed snuck up on their sons, the latter two practically jumped out of their skins. "What's goin' on?" Sid asked, his face a little flushed from too many beers. "Nothing," his son said. Tim smiled, pointing with one finger at the "out of order" restroom. "Something," he said. Ed's son, with surprising candor, said: "For ten bucks each team member gets a blow job." Ed grabbed him around the neck, and glanced in the direction of the restroom. "You mean some faggot is in there? I won't have my son having sex with some queer!" "Dad! Chill out! It's a girl in there!" Ed released his son. "A girl?" His son grinned. "It's ---- her." "Who?" his father frowned. "Soccer Slut Mom." "Huh?" Sid asked. "Also known as 'Big Tits'," Sid's son chimed in. The two dads looked at each other, stunned. Ed lowered his voice so that Tim could barely hear. "You mean C.J.'s mom? Mr. Gordon's wife?" He spoke with a tone of sensitivity to Tim's presence. Ed's son glanced over at Tim th dded. Ed said, "Son, I want you to tell me like it is. Exactly what is she doing in there? Don't worry about using vulgar language with me." Ed's son hesitated, then shrugged his shoulders and whispered in Ed's ear, staring at Tim as he spoke: "She's giving each team member a blow job for ten bucks. For ten more you can have sex with her. It's way cool." The two soccer dads spoke confidentially for a second and slowly turned to face Tim. Ed had a grave sound to his question: "Tim, wow. I don't know what to say. What's up, amigo?" Ed stared trancelike. Tim saw this scenario as the undoing of his wife, and said smugly: "I realize this is disgusting. She needs professional intervention, and she's totally humiliated herself - and me. I didn't want to tell you guys because you're responsible parents. I just wanted you to see how far gone she is. If you have the stomach for it take a look." Ed spoke slowly, putting his hand on Tim's shoulder. "I don't believe it. Your wife is in there having sex with the whole soccer team, taking money from, like, their allowances?" Tim said: "It's worse than that. On the way over she showed her bare breasts to two young guys at a gas station, to pay for the gas. They masturbated over her while she was on her knees. Two days ago she had sex with the landscapers in barter for lawn care, and gave the any owner oral sex, then had intercourse with him. And that was within an hour of having sex with some of the players on the team and two other boys who were strangers to her." He commended himself for not using vulgar sex language and looked down at the floor, and injected as much gravity into his voice as he could. "She's a very, very disturbed woman, and apparently very insecure about her identity as a mother and a female. I want her to see somebody and learn to respect her body and to be OK with herself again." There was a moment of silence, punctuated by the impatient remarks and pushing and shoving by the boys waiting in line, music playing from downstairs, and younger children at the other end playing arcade games. Sid stepped next to Ed. He looked at Ed, then at Tim. "Well Tim," he said, coughing, "I think I speak for Ed too. Downstairs he and I were being quite smartalecky about your wife." Tim said, "I know. No offense taken. I wanted you to know the background, and what I'm going through." Sid went on: "Believe me, Ed and I, and just about everybody here who wears pants, thinks Vicki walks on water. Her devotion to the team has made a big difference this season. I think, frankly, we're all in love with her....." Tim said: "Thank you, I appreciate that." "But Tim, if I had a wife as beautiful and as sexy as yours, I'd be more in charge than you have been." Tim felt on the defensive. "I have tried, Sid, but she's...." Sid's tone seemed to change. "Did you say before that she showed those incredible tits of hers to two young guys at a gas station?" Ed said: "Yeah, and she fucked the landscapers?" Tim said: "Well, watch the language. This is a serious matter." "Are you sure abo l this stuff?" Ed was getting excited. "Positive," Tim said. "How do you know she really did all these things?" Sid almost demanded. "I was there. I watched," Tim said. "You watched?" Ed frowned. He looked at Sid. "You watched?" Ed frowned. He looked at Sid. They smiled at each other faintly, exchanging knowing stares. Ed grabbed his son. "Go downstairs and tell your mom and sister to head off without us. I have to teach you a lesson and Sid has to teach his son a lesson. Right Sid?" Sid shook his head, "right." Sid gave his son instructions to give to Sid's wife - to go home with Ed's wife and daughter. Tim listened with delight. These responsible dads were going to point out to their sons the sickness that was inside the bathroom. If Vicki saw young guys - and their dads - reject her, she'd be devastated. This was going to be fantastic! At last justice would be served and his wife would get the dose of shame she sorely needed to restore her, and him, to virtue. Tim felt a twinge of embarrassment as he opened up with these friends. "She's so messed up in the head she insisted on degrading herself in front of me," Tim said, almost defensively. "Well," Sid said, after he and Ed looked at Tim in silence, "I think my boy needs to learn about the kind of woman Vicki is." Ed agreed. "We're going in there to teach our sons about how a wife and mother can lose her moral compass. What she's doing is sexually irresponsible." Sid said: "Absolutely. She obviously is a nymphomaniac and doesn't care who preys on her insatiable appetite." Tim was delighted. He couldn't wait to see her face when these two supportive neighbors shunned her. Tim followed the two men and their sons as they barged into the restroom. Tony was taken by complete surprise and laughed nervously. "Hello, can I help you?" He tried to block the five males marching in to the john on a mission. Vicki's face was pressed against the wall, enjoying another anonymous boner thrilling in the penetration of her throat. Another boy was behind her, fucking her tentatively. A third boy was waiting his turn in the other stall, jacking his cock. Each of the boys froze when the men walked in. "So," wide-eyed Ed said loudly, "this is what your husband was telling us about." Vicki looked up at Ed and Sid casually. Sid gawked hypnotically and finally said: "This is incredible." No one made a sound now. All eyes were on Vicki. It was suddenly a tense scene in Lenardo's upstairs mens room. Ed turned to his son. "There is only one word that describes a woman like this - slut." Sid turned to his son: "Only a slut would have sex like this in front of her husband." Ed said authoritatively: "If you could stop what you're doing, Mrs. Gordon," and Tim's heart leapt at the prospect of what was coming. Ed went on. "I wonder if you could stand up and look your husband and us in the eye." Vicki rose from the floor, wearing an expression of being inconvenienced more than being ashamed. Ed said: "Why don't you wipe that semen off your chest and your face." She took some toilet paper and wiped herself off. Tim noticed that Ed and Sid were less indignant than they had sounded outside, and in fact seemed to be staring less at her face and more at her breasts and crotch. "Now tell Tim that you're always horny for hard dick." Tim wondered where Ed was going with this. Wasn't he going to tell her what an unattractive degenerate she had become? "Darling," she said, posing now in front of them all, her hands in her hair, "I am ALWAYS horny for hard dick." "I'm a busty boy-fucker...." Ed continued. Tim frowned as she immediately repeated what Ed said, a faint smile coming to her sore lips. "Disgusted with your weasel-like efforts to act like a real man...." "Hey, wait a minute," Tim yelled, at the same time she eagerly repeated what Ed said. "You were supposed to teach your boys a lesson!" Tim spat out. Ed laughed, now unzipping his shorts. "Tim, the lesson is this: our boys are going to learn how to fuck a slut - all ways." He turned to his son and the other team members, Ed's impressive manhood now sticking out of his shorts menacingly. "You guys want to learn about slut-fucking?" They all cheered. His hard dick also out, Sid said to Vic is eyes glued to her chest: "Jesus do you have big tits. Suck my cock and then show these guys how you wrap those knockers around a hard prick." Tim's insides crumbled as his wife snaked her arm around Sid's neck and pulled his face into her tits. "First you need to suck me off," she cooed, smiling over her shoulder at Tim. Sid sucked and bit her boobs and then pushed her down to her knees. She sat back on her feet, her hands behind her, and Sid shoved his cock into her face. She kissed the head and licked the length of his cock. "You want me to get it nice and spit shined?", she said cutely. "Prep my dick for some tit fucking, soccer slutmom," he said. "Notice how the soccer whore is getting my dick all wet before she wraps those fuckin' boobs around it," he said to the boys, as he leaned against the frame of the stall door. Then she buried his cock in her E cup cleavage, and began to stroke him, up and down. "You like rubbing your tits against my prick in front of all these young men, don't you soccer whore?" "I could tit fuck everyone here," she smiled, looking at Tim. "Does that include your macho husband?" E ckled, wacking away at his dick. "He thinks he's above all this," she said, "so I don't want to bother him, or his junior sized cock." Ed laughed: "Those monster boobs need monster cock. How about your ass?" He knelt behind her and began rubbing his hand under her ass. As she slid vigorously up and down on Sid's prick she felt Ed's finger enter her asshole. Ed called his son over, "Come over here and learn something." The two of them were fingering her butt when Sid asked his son to change places with him. "Fuck those tits," he said hoarsely, jacking his cock and watching Vicki wrap her boobs around the young man's rod. Ed turned to Tim. "You know Tim, we're glad you brought this to our attention. Your wife's acting very inappropriately. The biggest tits and the most fuckable bubble butt, and she tries to confine her slutty cunt to young guys." He kept jacking his hard cock as he spoke, and he leaned down to slap her hard on the ass while she was now taking a total of four fingers in her anus. "But I love boy cock," Vicki pleaded theatrically, "don't I Tim? Tim, you won't let them take my boy cock away?" Tim just leaned dejectedly against the wall of the bathroom. Tony, standin t to him, said consolingly: "Hey Mr. G, she's getting a percentage of the money Eric and I made on this. You're her husband --- she has to share. So cheer up!" He giggled and others laughed with him, including Vicki. "Yeah, honey," she laughed, "we can have a nice candlelight dinner with all that dick money. Or we can save it and I can show my tits to the chef and the waiter. That'll get us a drink and a salad." More laughter. Ed's son cried out and shot his wad between Vicki's boobs, to the cheers of his teammates. Sid grinned wickedly and said: "The backdoor is now available for incoming." "Eric," Ed instructed, "get a chair from outside and slide it in here." Eric did as he was told. While he was out Ed and Sid stepped in front of Vicki shoved both their cocks in her face; she tried valiantly to suck them simultaneously. Ed stared down at her eyes looking contentedly back at the two men and said: "We need to have a workshop on how to fuck a slutty ass like this whore's big hot butt." She pooped the dicks out of her mouth and said excitedly, "Oh yeah I'm ready for some ass fucking." Ed said, "well gang we're not waiting for the chair to get started. Go kneel over the toilet, Mrs. Gordon." Then he turned to Tim, and chuckled: "You don't mind if I show these youngsters how to fuck your wife's slutty ass, do you?" Tony corrected Ed, "That's Whore-don. She loves to be called dirty names." Ed bent his knees behind Vicki and began rubbing his hard manhood against her ass. "Is that right . Whore-don?" "Fuck this tramp's ass," one of the boys said, "show us how so we can fuck her too." They crowded around and heard Ed slowly worked his cock into her body. "Oh god!" she yelled. "You have to take it slow with these assfucking whores," Ed moaned, steadying himself by grabbing her slim waist. He began to pant quickly, and as his strokes went deeper they picked up speed. Those fortunate enough to squeeze into the stall were mesmerized by the sight of this soccer dad with a big fat dick screwing the team's soccer mom in the rectum. Ed noticed her engagement ring and wedding band on her left hand as she braced herself on the toilet. "Nice rings, Mrs. Whore-don. How's your married life?" "Great," she giggled. "Enjoying carnal pleasures courtesy of your loving husband?" Ed asked, glancing in the direction of Tim, who was craning to get a view of the anal delight his bride was experiencing. "Well, I'm definitely enjoying myself. I found that I could show off my tits to anyone and he didn't stop me. So I guess I can thank him for being a sexual slug and letting al se sweet young studs play with my tits." Ed began to moan and gasped: "Hold that thought, honey," and shot his hot load up her ass. After a moment inside her he grabbed his son. "You're up." His son was sporting a stiff one and tentatively began to poke it around her anus. Sid yelled, "Time for another lower invasion!" Just when Ed's son was about to enter her Sid said: "Hey stud, sit on the toilet and turn this slut around so you can fuck her ass while she's on top of you, and we can watch her knockers." The boy complied and Vicki, loving the many hands groping her all over while she stood in front of him, then turned and positioned herself so that his dick was ramming into her asshole. "Look at those fuckin' nipples!" Ed yelled. Hands pulled on them and squeezed her tits. When told to do so Vicki shook her tits to make them go in all directions, then sucked on a nipple to hold it in her mouth without holding it with her hand. The guys laughed and cheered when she did this with each tit and then let it drop back on her chest. Ed's son was in paradise, his cock electrified with the sensation of Vicki's only slightly stretched asshole fucking him. Soon he came inside of her and another boy took his place. Eric finally came back with a chair and the proceedings shifted to the space in the bathroom in front of the stall. Vicki knelt on the chair and blew whatever hard cock was in her face. And over the next hour each boy fucked Vicki's big lucious ass. At the end of the hour a knock on the door caught everyone's attention. Eric, who had paid off the restaurant owner to leave them alone, peered through the slight opening he made and spotted Reggie with two other tall, bulked out young men. "Hey!" Eric shouted to the group, "look who's here!" Tony and Kyle exchanged warm salutations with Reggie. "Guys," Tony said, "meet Reggie, my partner in crime." Reggie said, "hello. And these are guys I brought along," and he looked over at a smiling Vicki, now standing and resting a knee on the chair, strings of sperm hanging from her face and her buttocks. "Hello stranger," she said seductively. "Did you come up with what I paid you to do?" He walked over to her and unzipped his pants, taking out his extra large dick. "You remember this black kielbasa?" he smiled. She immediately grabbed it and rubbed it against her face. "How could I forget?" she said. "Well I brought two even bigger sausages." "God, and you're such a big fucker," sh d, kissing his cock as it began to harden. "May I see the delivery?" She looked expectantly at the two very Black, football player types that said nothing and just looked at her like she was a steak dinner. "Not until I see the money and you pay me the first of ten fucks," Reggie grinned. Vicki turned to look at Tim. "Could you write a check for $100 to Reggie?" Tim just stared at her, then said quietly, "Excuse me?" She repeated her question, eagerly stroking the monster prick now extending itself to its fullest size. "Write your own check," Tim said. The crowd said: "Oooooh." Someone said, "Tough guy!" Vicki got off the chair and walked over to Tim, who looked at her with his head half directed to the floor. "Write the fucking check, and while you're at it lick the cum off me. Clean me up." She kissed him and rubbed semen over his face. He wiped it off in disgust. She called to Reggie, "Hey Mr. Big, bring that chair over, would you?" Reggie did so. "Now, Tim, you're not cooperating," Vicki said. She set the chair down so that it was facing the wall and was about two feet from it. She pushed him into the chair and she leaned against the wall and pushed her ass into his face. The room fell silent. "Clean me up, honey. The big boys are here." She pushed her ass more aggressively into his face, rubbing the cum from the many buttfucks into his hair and his eyes. One of Reggie's friends stood behind the chair and guided Tim's head deeper into his wife's well-screwed behind. She reached a hand under herself and into Tim's crotch. She made a sing-songy announcement to the group: "Tim's got a hard on!" "All right!" Tony said. Completely intimidated by the situation Tim licked her asshole clean, and she turned and rubbed her breasts into his face. She scooped a large gob of cum from her ear and rubbed it into his face. "Need the chair back, and get out the fucking check book" she smiled. He reached into his pocket and star o get up off the chair. "No," Reggie said. "We'll be on the floor, and I came prepared". He opened an Eddie Bauer bag and pulled out a pillow and an air mattress which he told Vicki to blow up. "Look at that bitch work that slut mouth," someone said. Tim sat in a trance on the chair and saw Reggie, his pants down to his knees and his cock aiming for the ceiling, lie on the mattress. Vicki immediately sat on his cock and began fucking him. "Jesus are you huge!" she giggled. "OK," Reggie said to his compadres, "it's show time." He looked up at Vicki, "Hope you appreciate the effort that went into this talent hunt." He saw her stare in amazement at the even large dicks these young studs pulled out. Soon she was sucking them, loud slurping noises filling the chamber, which was quiet again as the others gawked in amazement at the dimensions of these penises. Her hands skillfully kept the one jacked to a rock hard state while her throat worked tirelessly to feel the bigness of the other. "You want these, soccer slut?" Reggie asked her. Instead of asking her husband, she turned to Tony, Kyle and Eric. "Do you guys mind? I know I started with you but this is the biggest dickmeat I have ever seen. Is it OK with you?" She seemed to be genuinely concerned that they give some sort of permission. "Will you suck us off after the playoff game next Wednesday?" Feeling relieved she said: "You got it. After and before!" She turned to Reggie, who was sucking on her tits as his cock pushed up into her deeply. "Yeah, I want these dicks. Now." Then her eyes returned to the primo pricks getting stiff in front of her. "Maybe we got other things to do," one of their owners said gruffly. "I paid for this cock," she smiled, "fuck me." "I hear you're a totally insatiable whore for youngsters," he grinned, pointing his cock at her teasingly and bouncing its giant dimensions in his hand, "you're like a fucking druggie." "And you're my heroin. Please give my that huge tool of you "Should I?" he called out to everyone. "No!" some guys said. "Make her beg!" Reggie fucked away, enjoying himself, and smiled up at her as she looked down, frustrated despite the wonderful fucking his sizable dick was giving her nympho twat. "Come on!" she cried, no longer patient. "You want this?" he said. "I really do." He walked behind her and Reggie and positioned himself at the entrance to her ass. "Here I come, soccer whore." Everyone cheered as he began to fuck her still hungry asshole. The other boy shoved his cock into her mouth, harshly, making her choke. In just a few minutes the ass fucker came, to the applause of the boys and the two soccer dads, and the second of the big-dicked friends of Reggie took over. Vicki whimpered in ecstasy. This went on for another half hour, Reggie and his companions doing what they wanted with her. Ed walked over to Tim as the Vickifest winded down and said: "Something tells me the team will be having a real special celebration after each of the playoff games coming up. If you want some help making the arrangements for the soccer mom fuck-off, with special guests," he turned and pointed to the carnal foursome on the floor, "just let me know." Sid joined them. "Tim," he said with mock seriousness, as he rubbed his cock, sticking out of his shorts, "you have a right to be proud of your wife. She is showing these boys how to work together as a team. I hope you don't mind if I thank again in my own - uh -stiff way." Ed laughed and gave Tim a comradely slap on the shoulder. "Me too!" Ed said, his prick in his hand. FINIS 8333 1.51/512345

Naming Her Price

NAMING HER PRICE By Xenome "It's like I always say? all women are whores." Yep. That's the sentence that started it all. Kim was getting madder with every word my friend Kevin said. His girlfriend had just dumped him and he was feeling bitter. Kim had understood at first but now she was just downright angry. "Easy, buddy," I said. "I happen to be married to a woman." Kim nodded as if to acknowledge that I had spoken well. Kevin just shook his head like he didn't want to hear me. "I'm sorry, Kim," He said, taking a few swigs of his beer. "I'm just saying that all women have their price. It's just their nature." He was digging this hole deeper by the minute. I'd have to drag Kim out of the bar soon. Kevin had called me up just as Kim and I were leaving to catch a movie. He sounded like he was drunk already. I had trouble counting the number of times he'd gone on week long benders because some woman had tired of his coarse manner. During the first few of these crises, I assumed that the women he dated were attracted to the fact that he was a tall black man. Most of the women he got involved with were white with the occasional Asian woman or Latina. We can all pretend we live in a more enlightened world where race isn't a factor, but when it comes down to it, most white women sleep with black men for the exoticness. When they feel the need to start shopping for a husband they head for the Dockers rack. Once Kevin passed the dozen marker on ex-girlfriends, I thought he was defying the odds in attracting only shallow women. Kim felt that it was because of his lack of couth. I came to agree with her. He didn't have a game face. He talked with and about women as if he were just hanging out with the guys. Women will stand for being called bitches, whores, and sluts for only so long. Eventually they want to go see a chick flick and cuddle on the couch. They, so I'm told, don't like men who ogle their breasts constantly or tell their friends they have to 'take the bitch home and drill her'. Kim told me once that she would bet good money that Kevin had no idea what color her eyes were, but could rattle off her cup size. To tell you the truth I couldn't tell you her cup size. I guess a C cup bordering on a D. She carries them well. She stands only 5' 3" tall with curly blonde hair and one of those strikingly beautiful faces that border somewhere between angelic and ice cold. Her eyes are grayish green. She's what Kevin would call a spinner. Her breasts look a little large for her small frame. Her flat abdomen and tight ass just make you want to bend her over the nearest flat surface. We had expected the theater to be cold so she had worn a sweater to the bar. After a few minutes she was off to the lady's room to strip down to a plain white t-shirt. When she came out she asked me if I could see her nipples. She had foregone wearing a bra. I lied through my teeth and told her I couldn't since it was so dark. In reality I could clearly make out her areola. Kevin and I had roughly the same taste in women, and if he was going to stare at her tits anyway, he might as well get an eyeful. "Their all the same," he continued. "It's all 'Kevin, I love your big black cock,' or 'Kevin, you fill me up more than any other man'. Then they run off with the first pencil-dicked white boy with a Jaguar that offers them a drink." He downed his beer and flagged down the waitress. "No offense, Eric." "None taken," I replied. "I drive a VW." We both chuckled. Kevin and I had gone through high school together. He was the only black kid in the suburbanite school and I was a bit of a geek. So we teamed up as misfits. I was late to reach puberty and was therefore the butt of a lot of little weenie jokes in the locker room. Kevin, on the other hand, was reinforcing a stereotype and was hung like thoroughbred. His meat swung heavy and low. As he grew to 6' 4" it grew in proportion and rumors of his package made him a bit of a local legend. If I were to hazard a guess, I'd put it at 7 ?" long when he's dangling. Suddenly girls were hanging all over him. I finally started maturing in our junior year and neared 6' tall. I assumed my dick would keep pace. I kept waiting for it to grow. I still am. It never got any longer than 4 ?" hard, although it did fatten up a bit to about 5" around. Kim calls it her little fireplug, saying that it fit her just fine. I eventually accepted the fact that it wasn't going to get any longer. Kim never complains and it's roughly the size of the vibrating toys she keeps in the bedside drawer. The waitress came by and we placed our order. Kevin took the time to pay a courtesy to her ass. She smiled uncomfortably and walked away. "I could tap that ass tonight," he declared. "I wonder what her going rate is." Kim wadded up a bar napkin and managed to hit him square in the forehead with it. "You are an ass." She must have felt that she was pointing out the obvious. "I married Eric right out of high school when he had a shit job and not much in the way of prospects. How does that make me a whore?" She looked at him expectantly. "Well, maybe you haven't done any whoring yet," he said. The hole he was digging was rapidly approaching China. "But that's just because nobody has named your price. The minute that someone does, you'll be pressing those big beautiful titties in his face." I got out my wallet and through a few dollars on the table for the waitress. Kevin had finally crossed the line. I figured this would take about a year to iron out. I was wrong. Kim just started laughing and threw my napkin at him. "I told you he was staring at my boobs," she exclaimed. She continued to laugh, then closed her eyes and asked, "Kevin, what color eyes do I have?" He looked perplexed. I was just relieved that she hadn't been mortally offended. "Shit, I don't know. Blue?" She laughed some more and opened her lids. "Wrong, pig," she said. "Can't you look a woman in the eyes when you talk to her? Women like to pretend that you're paying attention to what they're saying." The waitress came and delivered our beers. I ordered a round of tequila. "Why the hell would I want to look at your eyes, when you've got those sexy things stretching out that little t-shirt?" He asked, never taking his eyes from her now hardening nipples. I was a little dismayed that this talk was getting her hot, but knew I'd reap the reward when we got home. Talk away, Kevin. "Why are men so enthralled by these things? You've all sucked on them before. Why don't you get all bothered by our arms or knees? It isn't any different. It's just what society has drilled into you." To prove her point she looked quickly around the bar and then grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt with both hands and flashed Kevin. He looked about as flushed as a dark skinned black man can, and stared eagerly at her chest as the top came back down a second later. "Thank you, society," he said. The waitress came by with our shots. I was regretting ordering them, and wished that I had asked for food instead. Kim and I had planned to catch dinner after the movie. I suspected that the alcohol was stripping away her inhibitions a bit too much. On the bright side, Kevin wasn't thinking about his recent breakup. "If they're no different than an arm or a knee, then why can't I touch them that way without some bitch slapping me?" he asked. He was now just plain gawking at her pointing nipples. "Why can I shake your hand or give you a hug, but if I cup your tits with my hands you'd scream bloody murder?" Now Kim was blushing. With her light complexion it was much more obvious. She decided to try for a change of topic. She grabbed her shot glass and raised it. "Here is to better days," she offered. Kevin and I echoed her and down they went. Kim was quick to order another round and we proceeded to get pretty buzzed. I held my water as long as I could but eventually gravity got the better of me and I had to go to the men's room. I was half tempted to ask Kevin to come with me, but men don't do that. I didn't want the mood to turn sour when I was away, and I feared that Kevin might get a little aggressive. That said, I had to go. When I stood, Kevin did too. Gravity works on everyone. We pissed the way men do; eyes forward and no talking. Kevin finished before I did and headed back out to the bar saying he'd get us a round for last call. I nodded and waited while I relieved myself of three times what I'd taken in. When I finally came out, Kevin was sitting in the booth with Kim. I decided not to get jealous and took the seat opposite them. We each had another shot and a beer. Kevin waited for me to get situated and then lifted his glass and said, "To tits!" I missed echoing the toast because I didn't know how Kim would react. She belted out the words and drank her shot. Kevin put his hand on her arm. His big dark hand made her look tiny. "So, this is your arm," he said. His rubbed her arm and said, "You're right. There is nothing sexual about this." He dropped his hand below the table and reached toward her. "Okay, now this is your knee," He began rubbing her again. She was biting her upper lip and smiling at me nervously, trying to judge my reaction. I stayed cool about it, deciding that she'd put a stop to it if he became to forward. "I don't know if that's sexual to you, but it sure as hell is doing something for me!" "Okay," he said. "According to your theory, there should be no difference between that and rubbing your tits, right." She nodded, still biting her lip. "Slide down a little, woman. We don't want to give the whole bar a show." She slid down until only her head was visible. She must have kicked off her shoes, because a soft foot started massaging my erection. My dick had gone and gotten excited all of its own accord. Kim took this as permission to let Kevin continue his experiment. He reached his other hand under the table and it occurred to me that he was still rubbing with the first hand. Her knees were too far away for him to rub. She was letting my best friend feel up her pussy. She must have been feeling good, because she was biting her lip hard and her eyes were closed. I'm sure that Kevin didn't notice. Before long he had his hand up under her shirt and was massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples. She was writhing in her seat. From my angle I could just barely make out the tops of her breasts as he pulled her t-shirt above her tits and felt her up. He even bent down and sucked on her nipples. She was pressing on my dick like it was a gas pedal and she was late for work. Then the lights came on. It was time to go. Kim let him suck on her tits a few moments longer before sitting up. She didn't get her shirt pulled down on time and gave the few remaining drunks a free show. Kevin was still using the hand that wasn't choking down the last of his beer to make Kim moan. She was shaking a bit as she drank some of her beer. I reached down to adjust my own uncomfortable hard-on. "It's time to go, guys," the waitress said as she collected our empties. Then her eyes widened a bit as she figured out why my wife was squirming. "Sure thing, hottie," Kevin said. "Just give me a few moments so I can stand up, sweet thing." He pointed down at his crotch and the waitresses eyes opened even wider. She nodded and hurriedly finished cleaning up before scurrying away. "I suppose we should tip her well," he suggested. He pulled out his wallet and stopped rubbing, I suspected, my wife's pussy. He fished some bills from his wallet and I did the same. "Ready to go?" Kim asked impatiently, gathering up her purse and sweater. It looked like she was snapping her jeans back up. "Not just yet, Kim," Kevin said. Then he grabbed her arm and placed it in his lap. "See, it isn't much different than touching an arm." She kept her hand beneath the table a while, I knew she was rubbing his massive erection. "No kidding," she said. "It almost feels like an arm." Kevin slapped at her hand. "That's enough, bitch," he snapped. "We'll never get out of here if you keep rubbing my cock." This was the first time he had described the events below the table top. My own dick was hard and twitching. I would have no trouble walking, but I was awfully bound up in my briefs. After a few more minutes we left. We debated in the parking lot for a while about who was sober enough to drive. None of us were. I suggested that we walk home. It was a warm night and Kim and I only lived a few blocks from the bar. When we turned off the main street into the neighborhood, Kevin wasted no time coming up behind Kim and reaching up her shirt. She leaned back into him and started rubbing his cock which had grown stiff down his pant leg. She fumbled clumsily with his belt and zipper. He unsnapped her jeans with one hand and worked the zipper down. He slipped his long fingers into the front of her panties. She had her hand in his pants and was stroking his pole. All I could do was watch and rub myself. I wanted badly to watch my best friend fuck my wife. Kim moaned. That's when a dog barked and I realized, in my drunken state, that they were practically fucking right there on the street and a few houses still had lights on. "Hey you two," I said. "You're going to get us arrested. Let's at least make it home or to the park at the end of the street." Kevin pulled away from my wife and took off his belt, he handed it to me. Kim misunderstood and removed her t-shirt. Her bared breasts were beautiful in the streetlights. Kevin's attention and the open air had made her nipples stand out crinkled and erect. "Come on, baby," Kevin said. "Let's get to the park. I've got a ride for you." He reached into his undone pants, and struggled to stand his cock upright. When he finally managed to wrangle out his meat, it was massive and sticking out well above the waistband of his briefs. Kim's mouth hung open in disbelief. She kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of her pants while I whispered urgently that we couldn't do this there. Even in the dim light I could tell her white panties were sopping. I bent and gathered her belongings and we started rushing toward the park. Kim looked like an unearthly fantasy as she streaked down the street. Her breasts were bouncing and her ass jiggled slightly. She had pulled well ahead of Kevin and me. Before she darted into the park, she stopped and stripped off her panties, wadding them up the way she had her bar napkin and throwing them over a fence into someone's backyard. Well, that would be a surprise for someone in the morning. Kevin and I walked over a small tree-lined hill that led to the playground. When we reached the bottom, Kim was waiting there naked and kneeling. She looked sexy as hell in the dim light. Her tits were perfect hanging globes. My gaze shifted to her flat abs and down to where her fingers massaged her nicely shaved pussy. "Someone is already there," she whined. Sure enough, I could just make out three shapes at a small pavilion on the other side of the park. I guessed that they were teenagers out past curfew. "That's all right," Kevin said. He took off his shoes and pants and stood in front of Kim, so his cock was right in front of her face. The light from the street barely illuminated them, but I could see her clearly as she pulled down his briefs. With his underwear out of the way his cock fell forward. It landed directly on her face with the head resting on her forehead. It was nearly obscured her face and was without a doubt more than twice the size of my modest dick. Kim grabbed it with both hands and licked the length of his shaft before rubbing its head all over her face and tits. "The size of a child's arm," she gasped. I was tired of not participating and undressed, forgetting my modesty. I started jacking off and stood beside Kevin. My cock looked very pale and small in comparison to his 9 ?". I have always been happy with my width but his tool had to be over 7" around. Kim grabbed hold of my hard-on with one hand while pumping Kevin's with her other. With her hand wrapped around my dick only the head was exposed. Holding his black cock by the base, he still had more meat exposed than I had meat. It started sprinkling. The cool drops felt good on my sweating skin. Kim flicked her tongue around the head of my dick before devoting the majority of her attention to Kevin's cock. She slobbered on it hungrily. She worked it in and out of her mouth furiously, gagging occasionally and wiping the streaming saliva and pre-cum from her chin. After choking, she'd give herself a breather and suck on my dick a bit before returning to his monster cock. Eventually she learned to relax or had found the right angle because she was working a good length of it down her throat without gagging. I was back to having to jack off, but was enjoying the show. There was a long low rumble of thunder in the distance and the rain started falling harder, we all ignored it. I got behind Kim and kneaded her tits while she blew my buddy. Kevin had a handful of her hair and was face fucking her savagely, letting her up for air occasionally. I reached down and started rubbing her wet pussy. I fingered her a little and then grabbed her by the hips and raised her up so I could fuck her from behind. My dick slipped into her well lubed pussy easily and I began thrusting into her hard and fast. Another peal of thunder let loose. This time it was directly overhead. It started to pour down rain. There were flashes of lightning off in the distance. I ignored it and just kept fucking my wife. She was giving Kevin such a great blowjob that I doubted he even knew it was raining. Then a great boom of thunder startled us all. Kim let out a little scream. "Let's go," she said, standing up and hurrying toward the pavilion. Kevin followed right after her. I started to gather our clothes, but there were too many of them and they were already soaked, so I just grabbed Kim's purse and hurried to catch up with them. When we reached the pavilion, we were in the middle of a full fledged thunderstorm. Three boys in high school letterman jackets were sitting on a picnic table staring at us in amazement. I recognized one of them as Roger, our paper boy. They were all staring intently at Kim who was looking hot as hell with her perky nipples and wet skin. Her wet hair was plastered to her head. The boys had obviously been enjoying the show. They all had bulges in their jeans. I could easily make out the hill we had just left. "Hey, boys," Kim greeted them. "Do you mind if we ride out the storm with you?" There were no lights, but our eyes had adjusted to the dark and frequent flashes of lightning lit up her naked body. "Hell, no," they exclaimed in unison. Kim and Kevin laughed along with the teenagers. Kim thanked them and bent over the picnic table between two of the boys. Her tits spread out beneath her. "Now where were we?" She asked. I took this as my cue to continue fucking her, but Kevin beat me to the draw. He was pumping his giant hard-on and placed the head at her pussy lips. She gasped as he pushed the head in, bracing herself by grabbing Roger and another kid's thigh. Kevin pulled out and thrust back in, this time he managed to sink a few inches inside of her. She moaned loudly. "Oh yes! Fuck me, Kevin. Give me that big cock, you asshole!" He obliged and pushed deeper inside of her with each stroke. "Yes! Oh, you're so big. Umm. Oh, that's it! Fuck me, you bastard!" she was rubbing Roger and his friend's cocks through their jeans. They were both busy trying to get their flies open so she could get at their erections. The third boy stood opposite me on the other side of Kim and Kevin and already had his pants at his ankles. Both of us were masturbating as we watched this muscular big-dicked black man fuck my wife. Roger and the other seated teenager had managed to work their pants to their knees. Kim had a death grip on both of their engorged tools while screaming and moaning in ecstasy at the fucking she was getting. I was a little disappointed to discover that I, by far, had the smallest dick in the group. "You like that bitch?" Kevin asked. "Do you like getting fucked by my big dick, slut? You like getting gangbanged, don't you whore?" He started pounding her faster. He had managed to work his cock into her nearly to the balls. "Yes, Kevin. I love it. Fuck your slut, you prick. Please. I'll do anything for your cock. Fuck me! Ohhhhhh!" She had a loud orgasm and laid her head on the table making little squeaks each time Kevin rammed forward. His pace quickened and Kim started gasping louder. Kevin was grunting, almost growling. "You...fucking...whore...fucking... bitch...cum loving slut!" Then he let out roar and a rumble of thunder echoed his climax. He had cum. I had a moment's concern about pregnancy, but it was washed away by lust. He pulled out of her slowly, letting her feel every inch. She moaned, shuddered and let out a little whimper as his head plopped out of her well fucked cunt. She stood, turned around and kissed him passionately. Then Kevin smiled down at her. "Whore," he said. She smiled back at him, biting her lip and holding his, still impressive, flaccid cock in her hands. "I'll be whatever you want," she confessed. "Good, I want you down on all fours." She dropped to the cement facing the 6" pink erection of the standing boy. The teenager took advantage of his position and bent his cock to her mouth. She gobbled it up quickly. Roger and the other boy had managed to undress. Roger came and stood beside me pumping his over 7" cock with his fist. His friend's penis was the second smallest in the pavilion at around 5 ?". He stood in front of Kim and she alternated sucking each of the teenagers' cocks. I decided to benefit from my wife's exposed pussy and started to get behind her, but Kevin held out his arm saying, "You can have her anytime. Give someone else a chance." Then he nudged Roger on the shoulder and said, "What are you waiting for, man. Fuck that slut." Roger wasted no time getting his cock into her. The storm was passing and the rain had tapered to a sprinkle again. Kevin sat down on the picnic table with his flaccid cock swinging between his dangling legs. He barked orders at the boys like a coach. Roger was hammering my wife's pussy energetically. His hips made a slapping sound each time he thrust forward. The two boys enjoying their blowjobs had managed to get both of their cocks into Kim's mouth and she made muffling "Oomph" noises as our paperboy drilled her. The boy with the smaller penis pulled his dick out her mouth and moaned a bit as he spewed a load of semen onto her face and hair. The other boy followed soon after but grabbed the back of Kim's head as he came and she swallowed after each blast. Roger pulled her back by the hips as he drove his swollen member into her. She lowered herself to her forearms and raised her ass. He was making asthmatic wheezing sounds as he pounded his sizable cock into her little body. Then he quickly pulled out and hurried in front of her. She took his cock into her mouth as he came. She let it out a bit too early and she received a blast on her face. She milked him dry and swallowed the rest of his load. After Roger finished I ran to her so no one would jump in line in front of me again. I held it out for her to suck. She grabbed it with two fingers and a thumb and said, "Aw, look at the tiny cute one. Do you want me to suck your little dick, Eric, or do you want to poke me with it?" I pushed my dick against her lips. She giggled and puckered her lips around the head of my stiff dick, while jacking me off with her two fingers. I came almost immediately. She swallowed my deposit. "There you go, baby." Then she sat back on her knees and asked, "Would one of you fuck me please?" The boy with the 6" dick accepted her offer. He gave her knees a rest by putting her on her back in the wet grass. Once he finished Roger had at her once more, concluding by spewing a surprising amount of cum across her tits. As he came, she had a shock of recognition and said, "Hey, you're our paper boy!" Everyone rinsed off in the drizzling rain a bit and then we said our goodbyes. Kim assured them that they were welcome at our house anytime and that Roger knew how to find it. We gathered our wet clothes and wrung them dry as best we could. Kim slipped on her wet t-shirt and nothing more. Kevin and I put on our pants and shoes. We carried the rest home. Kim looked like a little goddess. Her t-shirt only came down to her waist, so her ass and pussy were openly exposed. Her perfect tits were plain to see through the wet cotton. When we got home we all took off our sopping clothes and ran upstairs to the bedroom. Kevin lay down and Kim started sucking his giant cock. I mounted her from behind. Her pussy was very loose and wet from her gangbang. I pushed into her with all my might and she grunted a bit through a mouthful of Kevin's meat. "Kevin?" I heard her ask as I fucked her. "Kevin, wake up. Wake up, asshole." He had apparently passed out while she blew him. "Goddamn it! I need a big cock in my pussy." That didn't do wonders for my self esteem. I redoubled my efforts to please her. "That feels good, baby," she said softly. "That's right. Cum for me, baby. Fuck me with your hard dick." I had the feeling she was trying to rush me. It worked. I came a few seconds later. "All done, honey?" She asked sweetly. I nodded. "Good. Grab a couple blankets from the closet." I did. She spread one over Kevin and handed me one. I made a face. How had I been relegated to the couch? "Don't be ridiculous, Eric," she scolded. "We can't carry Kevin and we can't all fit on the bed. Do you want to sleep up here with a naked man?" She had a point. She slipped under the blanket and rested her head on his chest. The blanket rippled as she stroked his tool. "I'm tired, baby. Get the lights on your way down," she said, puckering her lips. I gave her a kiss good night. It was just a quick peck because I had no desire to taste all of the cocks she'd just sucked. I walked down stairs and heard her whispering, "Kevin, wake up. Wake up and fuck your slut with your big black pipe." I guess there are degrees of tired. As I tried to make my self comfortable on the couch it occurred to me that everything Eric had said in his crude way made sense. Instead of some guy with cash, my wife had given it up for a few rounds, some compliments and a big penis. Someone had, in fact, named her price. I fell asleep to the sound of squeaking bed springs in the room above. Xenome1@excite.com 5541 1.47/512345