This is where you can tell everyone about your own true experiences of Interracial Lust. Or about your desires. Perhaps you would like to see your lady in the arms of a big black stud but need some help in coaxing her.



I LOVE SURPRISES


I was 24 yrs old, freshly married, and enjoying my honeymoon in Barbados the first time I experienced the spontaneous arousal and inexplicable excitement that somehow seizes me whenever I see my wife having sex with another man. At the time, I wasn't prepared for the titillatiing by products of her infidelity and I thought I was going crazy. That situation calls for any number of appropriate responses, but none of them were in any way related to excitement and erections, spontaneous or otherwise.

My new bride was totally naked, writhing in ecstasy in the bridal suite bed with her shapely white legs wrapped around the thrusting buttocks of a very large black man, who was pummeling her glove like vagina with an equally large black cock. The shocking sight produced so many powerful reactions that I was momentarily paralyzed...frozen in place. I stood in the doorway, transfixed, staring at them, totally confused, unable to speak or express any of the conflicting emotions that desended upon me like an out of control landslide. I was stunned, furious, and outraged, but, at the same time, extremely excited, tumescent and undeniably sexually aroused.

As I tried to cope with the emotional windstorm that relentlessly buffeted my senses, I couldn't believe that I was actually more aroused than angry...that my strongest reaction was sexual. My cock stiffened between my legs like a steel beam. My mouth went dry and my heart felt like it was going to leap from my chest. I couldn't breathe, my pulse was racing a mile a minute, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't take my eyes off the thick black penis pistoning in and out of my bride's stretched vagina. Part of me hated it, hated her, wanted to kill her, but another part of me, a stronger, more powerful part, was thrilled and excited, Despite concentrated, repeated efforts to reject those feelings, I was unable to stop the waves of carnal lust and depraved desire that enveloped me.

With Clarissa's orgasmic moans filling my ears as she lifted and squirmed beneath him, I watched them helplessly, desperately trying to understand what was happening to me. She, Clarissa, was definitely responding to the assault, giving herself to this strange black man willingly, urging him on with her hips and her hands, her whole body shaking and trembling with every thrust. "Harder," she hissed, clenching her teeth and using her legs to spur his passion. Obviously in the grip of an approaching orgasm herself, she dug her heels into his thusting buttocks, rotating her hips spastically as he grunted and hammered between her legs. "Give it to me." she cried out as he stiffened atop her and began ejaculating. Watching her climax under him...with him, and hearing her urgent pleas, awakened me from the euorphic stupor I was in. I quickly moved out of the doorway, not wanting them to see me...to see how aroused and excited I was.

Embarrassed and ashamed, I nevertheless continued to watch them from the shadows outside the door, touching myself like a school boy, and, wickedly praying that it wasn't over yet, that they wouldn't stop. When he rolled off of her, Clarissa's legs were still spread. I could see the blackman's thick semen leaking out of her stretched vagina. They laid there, side by side, catching their breath and whispering to one another as I stared at their naked bodies with dumb struck delight, unable to tear myself away. In addition to being embarrassed and totally ashamed, the sight of his black cock made me feel inadequate, as well. Even soft and shriveling, it was larger than mine, and I couldn't help wondering if that had anything to do with Clarissa's desire to sleep with him.

When my glowing bride started to get up, he caught her arm and pulled down on top of him, kissing her passionately, his dark hands carressing the pale nakedness of her jutting buttocks. He forced his tongue into her mouth as he kissed her. They kissed for a long time, several minutes, and even with my wife draped over him, I could see his large cock starting to rise up between his legs. As soon as it was fully erect, he lifted her hips away from his body, urging her to put it inside her vagina again. Like a greedy little whore, Clarissa reached her hand down, grasping his dark cock and positioning it between their bodies. Although I was furious at her wanton display of desire for him, I nonetheless fondled my still erect penis as I watched her impale herself on his thick black shaft.

I watched it disappear inside her, then reappear as she started to rock up and down. Her back was to me and I could see her beautiful white buttocks rising and falling against him as she impaled herself again and again. When I suddenly started ejaculating in my pants, it was the most painful orgasm I had ever experienced. The shame and guilt was unbearable. My bride of 6 days was fucking another man behind my back, a black hotel worker she hardly knew, and my only physical response was to cum in my pants. A feeling of worthlessness came over me as I added humilation to the feelings of embarrassment, shame and inadequacy I already felt.

"I'm cumming," the black man said, urging Clarissa to "take it all." He slapped her buttocks like a jockey whipping his mount, expressing his delight as she started to bounce up and down on big cock faster and faster - taking its entire length into her body with every descent. She emitted short little grunting sounds with each impalement, getting more and more excited as her own pleasure grew. I watched her reaching for and finding yet another climax. Just as she started to quiver and shake in orgasmic bliss, he grabbed her bouncing butoocks with his dark hands and held her still, forcing his rigid cock as deep inside her vagina as it would go. He groaned as if in great pain as he stiffened and emptied his passion into my wife for a second time.

When it was over and she finally rolled off of him, breathless and panting with exertion, he told her how wonderful she was, how terrific screwing her felt, and asked her what time it was, all in the same breath. When she told him, he said he had to get going, that he was on the clock and had to get back downstairs before they started looking for him. As he gathered up his clothes, he thanked Clarissa for a wonderful afternoon, and disappeared into the bathroom to relieve himself. When he came out moments later he was fully dressed and ready to go. He kissed Clarissa tenderly, thanked her again, and told her he hoped he would be able to see her again - soon! Then he was gone.

I, of course, hid in the mini-kitchenette where he wouldn't see me as he left. As the suite door close behind him, I heard my unfaithful, back stabbing wife turn on the shower. I silently thanked her for that because I wanted to get out of there without her knowing. I slipped out the main door and went downstairs alone, needing a drink and some time to think - to sort things out. I had to figure out what really happened what I was going to do about it, if anything. I returned an hour or so later to find Clarissa in the best of moods, giggling and happy to see me. Since I wasn't supposed to know what transpired in my absence, I said nothing, and hugged and kissed Clarissa as if all was well.

We spent a quiet evening in our room, eating room service entrees and sipping wine. At 10:30, we made love. My head was filled with images of her and her black lover. I suppose thoughts of him were dancing in her head, as well, because the sex was really good. The hidden titillation of what happened earlier must have made us both passionate and vigorous. We fell asleep in each others arms, neither of us saying anything about what we both knew.

I didn't sleep very well, understandably, but Clarissa slept like a log....exhausted from all the excitement, no doubt.

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FREAKING - Part 5


Carl was ten minutes late. He arrived, complaining about his father's overbearing attitude, telling me how pressed for time he was, his need to make it quick. He was so pressed for time, he didn't even bother with small talk or preliminaries. He just pounced on me as soon as he entered the suite, kissing and pawing and tugging at my clothes. He told me how sexy I was and how much he missed me as he, unceremoniously, tossed me into the big circular bed. He immediately spread my legs, insisting that mine was the prettiest white pussy he'd ever seen. Then he stuck his short, stubby black dick into my vagina and started pumping away. I watched his wide ass moving between my legs in the mirror above the bed, as always by vivid contrast his dark skin made against the pale whiteness of my breasts and lower legs. I felt him inside me and actually started to get aroused as he hammered away at my tight pussy. "Is it good, baby?," he asked, filling my vagina with his thickness, stretching and pulling my repeatedly with his hurried thrusts. In spite of his businesslike and distracted demeanor, I couldn't help but respond to his vigorous penetrations. I had been thinking about and arranging this sexual marathon for months, and, even his abrupt, almost rude, beginning couldn't stop the explosive desire that was pent up inside me. I him with all the eagerness of the cock crazy whore I was, lifting and writhing and climaxing with him as he flooded my vagina, all too quickly, with his warm, sticky semen. As soon as he finished, he pulled out, leaving me frustrated and dissatisfied.

He apologized for his haste and the quickness of his release, kissing me tenderly,as he gathered up his clothes and rushed off to meet his father. He told me to enjoy my weekend and then he was gone. It was, at most, a 15 minute romance and not a very auspicious beginning to the sexual train ride I had in mind. Stan came in hard and a little miffed. "What the hell was that" he said, fondling himself absently. "I got potted plants can last longer than he did." He asked me where I found that guy and said it was over before he even got into it. I comforted him and told him things happened sometimes. I explained that Carl was just harassed and frustrated, that I was sorry he wasn't more attentive. I told my husband that he (Carl) was really a nice guy and would have done a much better job if he hadn't been late for a meeting with his very rich, very demanding father. Stan mumbled something about excuses and added that he wasn't really interested in a series of ten minute quickies.

I told him to be patient, that the best was yet to come. I gave him my sexiest look and suggested that we use the extra time to get rid of his frustrations. He smiled happily as I dropped to my and started sucking his cock. He talked the whole time I was sucking him, asking how many guys I was going to put out for, when and who...what color and so on and so forth. I couldn't talk with my mouth full so I let him ramble on until he couldn't ignore the pleasure my mouth was giving him anymore. I felt his desire growing and his intensity turning to lust as he grabbed my head and started pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. He told me I was really good at sucking dick, that I was the best he ever saw. He seemed especially anxious to see me in action again. "I can't wait for the next one," he said. "I love watching you . I love it more than anything!" I was just getting his cock down into my throat when he started , flooding my mouth with semen and moaning like he was in pain. His "" echoed through the suite as he pumped his semen down my throat and celebrated the explosive orgasm Carl's haste had robbed us both of. I cleaned him up and shooed him back into the adjacent room while I straightened up my clothing and went downstairs to meet , assuring Stan that this one would be a lot better than Carl. And, he was everything Carl wasn't...attentive, patient and laid back despite his obvious desire for me. When he saw me in the casino, he practically came in his pants, saying he thought I wasn't coming. He followed me up to the suite, kissing and fondling me in the elevator like he couldn't wait to get there. He was hard as a rock and the front of his pants were all tented out, revealing his desire and his intentions to everyone who saw us. As soon as the door closed behind us, he told me that he knew he wanted to me as soon as he saw me bend over to pick up my purse. He said he knew I wouldn't have shown my ass like that if I hadn't wanted to have sex with him. I winked at the mirror I thought Stan was watching and, every so slowly, lifted my skirt, showing the ass he had wanted to see ever since I bent over on the boardwalk. As he moved in for a closer look, I pulled my panties down over my buttocks so he could see my bare butt cheeks, arousing him further.

Surprisingly, he didn't fondle or grab my naked white butt cheeks. Instead, he dropped to his knees and started kissing my ass all over. "I love white asses" he murmured, sliding his tongue between the mounds, brushing my anus and sending electric shock waves of pleasure down both of my legs. He licked my puckered anus repeatedly, pressing his face against my ass, breathing heavily, as if he had emphysema or some other breathing disorder. When he poked his tongue the puckered tightness of my anus and into my bottom, I trembled with delight. Nothing feels like a man's tongue in your ass! I started lubricating copiously and my desire to ride his young, black cock increased exponentially until I was trembling with anticipation.

He helped me out of my skirt and blouse, carefully releasing my bra snaps. When he got his first glimpse of my naked beasts, like he did with my ass, he started kissing the stiff globes all over, squeezing and fondling as he sucked and nipped at my swollen nipples. For such an inexperienced kid, really knew what to do. As hot as he was, as eager and anxious as he was, he still took the time to make me just as hot for him as he was for me. He was so attentive, by the time he dropped his pants, I was ready to rape him. His rigid cock was trying to tear its way out of his boxers but he didn't pull them down himself. He wanted me to do it. And, he didn't have to ask me twice either! I grabbed the waistband and practically jerked them down. I did it so quickly that his erect penis sprang up in my face, hitting me in the nose. My mouth opened like a doggie door and I took his thick black cock into my mouth with the eagerness of a school girl on prom night, sucking hard and taking it deep. His groan was low pitched and heartfelt and his knees wobbled a bit as I started sucking his big dick. He stared down at me in disbelief like he couldn't believe that a sexy white woman like me was actually naked, on her knees, sucking his big, black dick.

He ooh- and - as I moved the tightness of my red lips up and down the length of his dick, teasing him with my tongue, pulling at the muscled cheeks of his naked ass with my hands so he couldn't back away. I took his young cock all the way to the pubic hair, swallowing the whole thing with an ease that me and thrilled him all the way down to his ebony toes. I swallowed repeatedly, massaging his throbbing cock with the muscles in my throat, until his knees buckled and he almost lost his footing. With both his dark knees shaking , he said, "oh my god! oh my god!" Then he was . And, I do mean , firing salvo after salvo down my throat, directly into my stomach. It was more cum than anyone had ever delivered into me at one time and its warmth spread my stomach in a gratifying wave of pleasure that made me insatiable. I wanted him to me until he couldn't me anymore, to show me and my watching husband just how good it could be.

As I backed off of his shriveling cock, he apologized for his pre-mature . I shushed him, telling him it was okay...that is was wonderful and that it was only the beginning. To reassure him and bolster his failing confidence, I told him his cock was bigger and a lot better tasting than my husband's...that I couldn't wait to get him into bed...to get him inside me. Almost immediately his cock re-filled and raised back up between his muscled thighs. Crawling up on the huge bed, I asked him if he liked his pussy stewed or fried? He laughed out loud. "I like it from back - doggie style," he said, his wide nostrils flaring with excitement. "I like looking at a white woman's ass when I'm her, so I can see my black dick going in and out" His explicit language and black/white references only added to my pleasure, increasing my urgent desire to have him inside me.

Trembling with pre-coital delight, I got on my hands and knees in front of him, wiggling my naked ass back and forth like a matador waving a red cape at an angry bull. I trembled uncontrollably as he grabbed my hips and positioned himself. The anticipation was unbearable. My brain was screaming, "Stick it in! Stick it in!" as he rubbed his rigid penis the moist tangle of hair surrounding my saturated vagina. The orgasm I had been thinking about everyday since I started planning this adventure rocked my body as he found his mark and pushed his rigid black cock into my waiting . I pushed back with my hips, forcing him deep and exploded with climatic delight. "yes yes" I moaned, caressing his thick rod with my vaginal muscles and like I was never going to stop. If nothing else happened at all, it was already worth my trouble. The feeling I got as he buried his rigid black cock in my pussy was more than adequate compensation for me. I loved it! It was one of those sweet, all consuming climaxes women like me can't get enough of. Orgasms like that make life worth living. I dropped to elbows in front, elevating my ass, improving the angle of entry. " me, " I urged him, " my white ass like I've never been before!"

I could almost see my husband behind those mirrors, stroking his own hard cock as he watched young plowing me from behind. I knew he was watching that back dick disappear between my legs...knew he was all as as I was. I could feel him doing it with me...and with . I knew he was as pleased and excited as we were...that the better it got to us, the better it would get to him. The steady penetrating thrust of cock in my vagina thrilled me repeatedly, taking my breath away. I came and came and came! And, when his grew quicker and harder, I rotated my hips and pressed back against him, anticipating the explosion I knew was coming. Its hard to remember a time when I wanted anyone to cum in me as badly as I wanted young to. I was ready to explode again myself and I knew his ejaculation would trigger me. "Do it, baby" I moaned. "Cum in my pussy! Cum! Cum! Cum!"

It seemed as if his cock got longer and thicker as he stiffened behind me and buried it all the way to the balls in my hot, convulsing,white pussy. I stiffened under him... lifting up for it. The wetness and pressure from his ejaculating penis set off a series of delightful sensations that rocked me to the depths of my being and I babbled, "Yes!! Yes! YES!" as he emptied his passion deep inside me. I loved it - literally and figuratively, I loved it! I had one of those orgasms that makes the pursuit of orgasms worthwhile...knee-buckling, mind-blowing, with those delicious waves of sensation, so gratifying, that your hearts almost stops beating. I prayed it wouldn't stop, hoping my husband was getting the same vibes behind those mirrors, hoping it was as good to him as it was to me.

When his passion was completely spent, withdrew. He and I both collapsed face down on the bed, breathing heavily...damp with perspiration and limp with exertion. We were immensely satisfied, gratified, and ! The sex was so good I secretly wished I could wrap up and take him back home with us. But, we had promises to keep so I didn't object when he thanked me, said it was wonderful - the best ever - and started getting dressed. I accepted his compliments and his promises about tomorrow. We even exchanged phone numbers before he left. And, I'll remember the tenderness of his parting kiss as long as I live. He was truly a nice young man and, he will always have a place in my heart. Its sad he'll only remember me as some married white whore he one night in Atlantic City because he'll always be a lot more than that to me.

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FREAKING - Part 4


Calvin stayed all night. He and my husband Stan must have fucked me 5 or six times each, individually and together. It was truly a magical night. Thats not too say that lots of marvelous orgasms and immensely satisfying things haven't happened since, its just that Calvin was very, very special to us. What happened with him was the standard by which subsequent adventures were judged. Calvin and that long black dick of his changed me forever. He prepared me for everything that followed and took me so far into the sexual stratosphere that I haven't been overwhelmed or overcome by anything since. There's nothing like the first time for me. And, when everytime's the first time, it couldn't get any better - not for me. Ever since Calvin, FREAKING has been, and still is, the main stay of our (my husand and me) sexual lives together. We party with others (mostly other guys) early and often. Its a way of life for us. And, it never fails to thrill and gratify us in ways we never knew were possible. If anything its gotten even better with the passage of time. The more experieces we had the better we got at making every hook-up pay off. We knew what we wanted and learned how to get it. And. boy did we ever get it - in spades...(no pun intended).

The first two years AC (after Calvin), we partied pretty much non-stop. Neither of us could get enough. We were pretty selective about straight couple swaps and picky at parties, but neither of us could resist black and white rendezvous. Blacks, especially the guys are just more passionate, honest, and appreciative when it comes to sex. They like it and they really like it when the people they do it with like it as much as they do. Thats not to say black guys won't screw women just to hang their trophies on the wall because they will. But, they always seconds, thirds and fourths when it comes to horny white sluts like me. Selfish sex is good sex...any sex that gets you off is good sex, but, sex with blackmen is more compatible for us somehow. Stan loves watching me with blacks and I love partying with them. Like us, they prefer being with people who are as enthusiastic and hungry for good sex as they are. Several blackmen have told me that they can't resist a white woman who wants it as much as they do...a woman who likes the feel of man's cock inside her...a woman like ME! He said a lot of white women give it up but not many of them give it up with the eagerness and passion that I do. Another guy said there was nothing like getting his dick sucked by a white woman, claiming that whether we admit it or not, white women like sucking black cock...that we get off on it!

I can't spreak for everybody but he right where I'm concerned. Nothing gets my blood up like sucking a black dick! I wouldn't take anything for the joy interracial sex has brought to my life...to my husband's life. We absolutely love it!

And the great thing about it is that there aren't any bad experiences at all. Its good and it stays good, everytime - especially when the people you share it with are unknown to you. Strangers are by far the best lovers, and big-dicked black strangers are the best of the best. When I'm writhing in ecstasy under a well hung black lover, my husband is right there with me, taking and giving as I take and give. My pleasure is his pleasure and vice versa. I enjoy seeing him screw a woman he really wants to screw as much as he enjoys seeing me spread my legs for a man I really want to be with. Its not for everyone,I suppose, but it sure is right for the two of us. And, its been right for us for almost twenty three years. I couldn't even guess how many guys I've partied with in all that time...hundreds, for sure...maybe even thousands. But, whose counting? We have a simple philosophy: if it feels good - do it! Thats what we've done - what we still do and we aren't about to stop now! The highlights have been countless. Almost everytime is and has been memorable in its own way. Explosive, mind boggling, knee buckling orgasms are common place with us...so common place that we're disappointed if we don't get off at the highest level every time we do it. Fortunately, there haven't been many times when we were disappointed. Like anything else in life, you get out of sex what you put into it. You gotta give it up to get it. And, as whorish as it sounds, I'd rather give it up than eat when I'm hungry. Variety is after all, the true SPICE of LIFE.

I'll never forget the first time we pulled a "train" It was Stan's idea. He mostly watched so I guess actually pulled it, but he was right there, cheering me on and loving it as much as anyone else did. For the uninitiated, pulling a train is when a woman services and gets serviced by a lot of men in succession. Prostitutes do it everyday, of course, but thats business - not pleasure. I did it for the thrill of it, to please my husband...to give him the voyeuristic delight watching me get fucked brings him. He's a total sex addict and is just as insatiable as I've turned out to be. He really does like watching other men fuck me as much as he likes fucking me himself. The night I partied with 9 different guys (plus my husband) in the same night was a special to him as it was to me. He always said the women were the lucky ones because we could just keep taking on different guys without getting exhausted and running out of cum. "Guys need to regroup," he said, "but girls are just like Energizer bunnies, they keep going and going and going." He was right about that and I proved it conclusively that weekend in Atlantic City when I pulled a train right in front of his eyes!

The most unusual aspect of the whole thing was the way Stan wanted it to be. He wanted it to be my own doing. He wanted me to make it happen without any help or assistance from him. He refused to discuss any of the details with me at all. He said a beautiful, sexy and highly motivated woman like me could certainly schedule something as simple as a "train" without any help from him. It was like he was challenging me to do it...like he didn't think I could, at least, not without his help. I kinda resented his smug attitude about it and immediately started thinking about how to do it. He didn't want a group of guys taking turns with me and neither did I. We both wanted a group of guys who had no idea that they were running a train on me. Guys who all thought they alone had a date with me with none of them knowing about the others. As difficult as that sounded at first, the wide open magic of Atlantic City made it easier than you might expect. The biggest obstacle I had to over come was Stan's insistance that he be able to secretly witness the whole thing without anyone knowing he was there. It took me two months to figure out a way to accomplish it, but in the end, I succeeded beyond either of our wildest expectations. It turned out to be an experience neither of us will ever forget. We still get excited about it even now.

I finagled one of those luxury fantasy suites at the finest hotel on the boardwalk all by myself, using a friend of ours to make the reservations. The friend was a regular at the casino hotel and reserving a luxury suite was no problem at all for him. Of course, he thought I wanted it just to be with him for a couple hours while I was visiting New York on company business for the law firm I work for. I promised to show my appreciation for his kindness in securing the suite for my use during my visit to the Big Apple, and since I had fucked him before, he knew exactly how I intended to show my appreciation. He was the first rider on my train and didn't know it. He never knew anything about the others who followed, or that my loving husband witnessed the whole thing. The location if the suite was perfect, at the end of the hall on the 14th floor. It was a corner suite with adjacent rooms on either side with connecting doors between. Both walls of the main bedroom were mirrored as was the ceiling above the bed. Intermittent one way mirrors enabled anyone in the adjacent rooms to watch everything that happened in the main room without being seen. Stategically placed curtains and draperies concealed the one way mirrors in the adjacent rooms and you couldn't even tell they were there unless you were familar with the suite's layout. It was a voyeur's delight and the one way glass was so well concealed in the main room that even I wasn't always sure which mirrors were one way glass and which were just regular mirrors. It was an arrangement the ancient Romans would have been proud of, a den of inequity par excellance that couldn't have been better suited for what we had in mind.

In addition to my benefactor, Carl Weathers, I had to select 7 or 8 other men to have intimate relations with. All had to be strangers...guys I had to seduce in the casinos and pick up off the boardwalk. As a special treat for myself as well as my wife watching husband, I decided to concentrate on blackmen. Carl was black and I thought as many of the others as I could manage should be black as well. I went all out to select the kind of passeners that would give me the most pleasure and, at the same time, provide Stan with what I knew he wanted to see. I picked a convention weekend to insure that the boardwalk and the casinos would be filled with visitors and tourists...that there were would be enough horny guys running around to make it easy for me to arrange multiple rendezvous.

Friday is payday in Atlantic City so the place was booming. Even at 10 on the morning, people were pacing the boardwalk, shopping, souvenier hunting, and preparing for the excitement Friday night and conventions always bring to the city. I had never consciously arranged to have sex with a group of strangers before and the chase had me squirming with anticipation and filled with anxiety. My first candidate was a cocky young black kid sitting across from me on the boardwalk tram. My short leather skirt rode up my legs and thighs and I caught him looking several times. And, when our eyes finally touched, I knew I wanted him to be one of my dates. I opened my legs and flirted with him shamelessly, already wet with excitement as I thought about the night to come. The kid dismounted when I did and followed me down the boardwalk, anxious to speak to me but afraid I would reject him if he tried to get acquainted. With slutish ease, I dropped my purse and bent to retrieve it, giving him a good look at my the back of my thighs and the swell of my rounded buttocks straining against my tight skirt. When I straightened back up, he was right beside me, smiling, offering to help. His name was Tyrone, He offerd to buy me coffee. I really didn't have time for lengthy courtships so I declined his offer and suggested that we meet later, say around 6 pm. With my eyes saying everything he wanted to hear, he agreed to meet me. One down and seven to go. It was almost too easy.

A refined bellman at the Sands, a suave waiter at Bally's, a cute salesman from Boston and a rugged construction worker at the hotel parking garage accepted invitations to get together between 4 pm and 9:30. They were all various shades of black, young, in good physical shape, and hungry for the company of a sexy white woman like me. I wanted some older, more experienced men, too - men I knew would give me what I wanted and get what they wanted from me. I concentrated on the casinos, prowling the gaming tables, playing blackjack, and waiting to be hit on. Two older white men, in town together, took me for a working girl and offered me $300,00 to party with them. Flattered and somewhat turned on at the prospect of sex for money, I told them I was pretty busy and couldn't possibly do anything until 10 o'clock or later. That was okay with them. They had all night. And, they seemed so eager to live it up while they were in Atlantic City, I decided to throw my husband a curve and surprise him with something I knew he would never expect. I agreed to meet them between 10 and 11, promising them both a good time and a vacation they would remember.

I was really feeling like a total whore after that. I'd never sold myself before and the thought if it was more arousing than I thought it would be. What was Stan going to think about me selling it? Would he know? I was hot and getting hotter when I bumped into an old friend of ours at the corndog stand. I was so shocked and flabberghasted when I saw him, I got tongue-tied and didn't know what to say. He was the last person I ever expected to run into in Atlantic City. His name was Rondell Allen, the minister of the predominatly black church we attended briefly when we were helping register black voters in Mississippi in the late 70's. The reverend had tried to seduce me back then and he hadn't changed very much. He was close to sixty years old and balding, but he still looked at me like I was naked. He was delighted to see me again, calling me "sweet thing" and raving about how I still looked good enough to eat. He asked about Stan and seemed pleased that we were married and still together. He wanted to buy me a drink and talk about the good old days but I told him I had things to do and couldn't fit him in. He asked about Saturday. I gave him the number at the hotel and told him to call me ...that I would talk to Stan and arrange something if schedules permitted. I walked away, whorishly toying with the idea of perhaps giving him what he had wanted so badly so many years ago...wondering if the supressed desire I had for him back then would return in the intimacy of a hotel suite in Atlantic City 30 years later. The thought of fucking the reverend after all this time was strangely compelling, especially since sex was the only thing on me and my husband's agenda anyway.

My last date was a middleweight boxer in town for a Saturday afternoon bout at Trump's. He was agressive and pushy and told me flat out that he loved white women and thought white pussy was the best thing on earth. He implied that he was hung like a horse and promised me a night to remember if I would only meet him for a drink before the fight. I hardly got in a word edgewise as he swept me off my feet with he-man bravado and stream of suggestive macho buulshit. I felt like he was fucking me right there at the blackjack table. I told him I wouldn't be free until very late and since he had a fight and all, the timing just wasn't right, but he brushed my objections aside, assuring me that he always stayed up partying before his fights. He said it gave him edge to get laid before a fight, especially if the lady was as sexy and fine as I was. When I told him I was also married, he laughed and said "Fine - your husband can watch if he wants to!" Little did he know that if we actually hooked up, thats exactly what my husband would be doing.

There was no guarantee that everybody would show up, but I thought I had enough guys lined up to keep me (and Stan) busy for quite some time, so I went back to the hotel to bathe and prepare for what I thought was going to be a very unique and exciting ride on the Fantasy Train. Stan wanted it and I wanted to see that he got it...that I got it. The thought of fucking so many guys in a row on the same night had me hotter than a $20.00 whore. I couldn't wait to see what it was going to be like...what would happen. Of course, I didn't tell Stan anything about who was coming or when. I just told him that from 3 o'clock until the wee hours of the morning, a lot of men were going to be fucking me...that he could watch thru the mirrors from the adjacent room as long as he didn't let them know he was there. If he doubted me, he didn't show it. But, I knew he was proud of me - that he was going to love every second of it. The anticipation and all the arranging had me wound up tighter than a Swiss watch. I don't know how I would have handled it without the cocaine.

Nothing gears me up for sex like coke. I love it...the europhic lift it gives me...the confidence and self assurance. And most of all I love its enhancing effects. As much as I appreciate and enjoy sex in my normal state, its so much better when I'm high. I don't hesitate or second guess myself ever. I just go for it...wildly, whorishly, shamelessly and I can't get enough no matter how many times I climax. Its drug induced nymphomania but the pleasure it gives me and my husband exceeds anything we've ever felt or done in our lives. I don't recommend cocaine for everyone, or for anyone as far as that goes. I just enjoy it myself and I wouldn't trade the joyous pleasures of the flesh I've embraced while under its influence for anything. Long live vitamin "C".

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FREAKING - Part 3


After we imbibed another drink and inhaled a second line of Calvin's vitamin C, the sexual overtones returned, desires resurfaced and we all became erotically energized again. Calvin sat on one side of me on the sofa and my husband, Stan, sat on the other. Both began rubbing my knees and working their way up my thighs. Calvin's dark cock, limp, but still formidable, dangled between his legs like a foot-long hot dog - remenents of his recent ejaculation still oozing from the eyehole slit at its ebony tip. Stan's cock was back in his pants but his zipper was still down and he was readily accessible. We were flirting and teasing about consenting adults and how enjoyable casual sex among friends is when I noticed the bulge in my husband's pants. I asked him if he was getting excited again. "What do you think?," he said, grinning as he fondled himself, outlining his hardening cock thru his pants. "Who wouldn't be after a blow job like that," Calvin chimed in, making sure I saw that he, too was getting hard again. "Now all I can think about is fucking. I want to see if that white pussy's as good as I think it is."

"Now there's an idea," Stan said. "We can take turns." Then he asked me what I thought about that. In spite of the earlier events, I blushed, licking my suddenly dry lips. The phrase "taking turns" triggered a new flood of moisture between my legs. "It sounds like fun to me," I replied, opening my legs as his hand slipped under the hem of my robe. Following suit, Calvin slid his hand up my other leg. Their hands reached my hairy crotch at the same time and both were delighted to find me wet and getting wetter. "Whadda you say, Cal?" Stan asked, fingering my clit. "I think we oughtta double bank'er!" Calvin said, pulling my hand down to his growing erection. Stan took my other hand and guided it to his open fly where his own erection waited. The way Calvin said "double-bank'er" and the look in his eye as he grinned at my husband was very titillating, producing even more moisture between my legs. I'd never been "double-banked" and it sounded very exciting, very sexy and very naughty at the same time. I whorishly squeezed both of their hard cocks simultaneously.

As I sat between them, anxiously masturbating them both, their black and white cocks got harder and harder. They attacked my breasts, one on either side, flinging open my robe and carressing my naked tits with their hands, leering at one another as they made me hotter and hotter. I looked down at my heaving busom with Stan's hand on one breast and Calvin's dark fingers on the other. I don't have to tell you how arousing that was. Two guys, one black the other white, feeling me up at the same time - wow! How many women even imagine that happening, especially when one of the men pawing her is her own husband? I was trembling with desire as they tweaked my nipples and worshipped my tits with their lips. I held both of their rigid cocks in my hands, squeezing and stroking them slowly as they fondled me, trying to contain myself, trying to control the avalanche of lust and desire that enveloped me. As whorish as my desire for them both was, I felt sexier and more desirable than I had ever felt before. I liked their hands on me at the same time. And the unique thrill of having a stiff cock in either hand like that made my soaked vagina pulse and throb. Two hard and horny guys at the same time...both seducing me, wanting me. Whorish or not, I wanted them too - both of them. And they both knew it I wanted it!

Of the same mind, they both stood up, their stiff cocks looming on either side of me...waiting. I had never sucked two cocks at the same time before and the thought of it was so arousing that I couldn't resist. I started with Stan, taking his cock to my lips. kissing and licking it up and down. Calvin's hand was still busy with my breasts as he watched me take my husband's stiff cock into my mouth. "You're a lucky man" he told Stan, as my ovaled lips moved up and down Stan's stiff cock. "I wish my wife was as sexy as yours!" I quickly returned the compliment, turning away from Stan's whiteness to the darkness of Calvin's twitching tool. I stared in disbelief at his lengthy organ, holding and squeezing it with both hands. The sheer size of his rigid ebony tool was irresistable. How I'd managed to swallow that big, black cock before was beyond me, but I was ready, even anxious, to try it again. I licked the chocolatey head until it glistened wetly, then, slowly, teasingly started sucking it into my mouth. As I started trying to swallow it again, my excited husband told Calvin, he loved watching me suck cock, especially a big, black cock like his. "I wish my cock was that big!" he admitted, as I wantonly devoured his friend's dark tool.

With a whorish boldness that surprised even me, I giggled "So do I" as I worked on Calvin's big rod, completely captivated by the taste and feel of it in my mouth. I swirled it with my tongue and raked it with my teeth as I sucked, making Calvin moan with delight. In no time at all, they were both all over me, moving me this way and that until I had my lips on both their cocks at the same time. They didn't seem bothered that their cocks were touching as I moved back and forth between them. They just got more and more excited as they watched me suck one and then the other. The combination of cocaine and lust fueled my desire as I pressed their cocks together, licking and kissing them both at the same time. It was like a large chocolate and vanilla popsicle that I couldn't get enough of. I couldn't get both cocks in my mouth at ther same time, (I tried), but I did manage to drive them both crazy with the desire to fuck me. Together, they carried upstairs to the bedroom, feeling and fingering me every step of the way.

When they dropped me on my back on the bed, Calvin stood beside the pillow, his long, black dick dangling in front of my face. He didn't say anything but I knew he wanted me to suck it some more. Stan knew too. Calvin said he really liked the way I sucked dick, having no clue that his was the first cock, black or white, that I had ever deep throated..that he was the first man who had ever ejaculated in my throat instead of my mouth. It pleased and flattered me that he appreciated my oral skills, that he wanted more! Without even looking at my husband, I grabbed Calvin's black cock and started sucking. Stan murmured "Suck it, baby - suck that black dick" as he got between my legs, ready to fuck my pussy. I was sucking Calvin's black cock for all I was worth when Stan buried his stiff cock in my vagina, igniting my first orgasm. His eyes were glued to the sight of Calvin's black cock sliding in and out of my mouth as he pounded away, driving his cock as deep into me as he could. Calvin was likewise captivated by the sight of Stan's wet, shiney cock sliding in and out of my pussy, and he urged my husband to fuck my white pussy...to fuck it hard.

So, with my husband's stiff cock hammering in and out of my convulsing pussyhole and Calvin's long, black trouser snake trying to work its way into the back of my throat again, I relaxed between them, climaxing repeatedly as they strained and grunted, double-banking me just like they said they would. Your husband in your pussy and a visiting blackman in your mouth is a sensation thats hard to describe...kinda like the best of both worlds if you know what I mean. If having a big stiff cocks in both ends isn't FREAKING, I don't know what is, and, for the life of me, at that moment, I couldn't decide which one of those hard cocks I liked best. So, I just embraced the orgasmic thrill of it and enjoyed them both, rocking back and forth between them in a rythymic melody of lust and raw desire so deliciously sweet that I felt hotter and sexier than anybody has a right to feel. It was mind-boggling! And the way they talked to me and each other while they double teamed me made it all the more arousing. Stan telling me to SUCK IT, and Calvin telling Stan to fuck me harder...to make me cum! They encouraged each other to shoot off like they couldn't wait to see one another cum. But they didn't cum, at least not right then. What they did do was trade places!

Suddenly my husband's pussy coated cock was in my mouth and Calvin was between my legs getting ready to check out my white pussy for himself! Stan pushed his stiff cock into my mouth again and again as he told Calvin to take it easy because my pussy was tight...that I wasn't used to a cock as long as his. Calvin laughed, setting his ebony pussy wrecker against the narrow pink opening between my legs. "She'll get used to it," he said, penetrating me deeply in a single thrust. Then he was inside me and I was cumming. For the second time in half an hour, the mere thought of his long black dick sliding into my married white pussy had me quivering like a school girl. Slightly thicker than Stan's, Calvin's rigid cock still pierced my soaked vagina easily and I bucked with excitement as he pushed it deeper. I guess the titillating sight of watching Calvin's black cock disappear between my legs was too much for Stan because he stiffened and started cumming in my mouth almost immediately. "Long dick'er, Calvin! Long dicker!," he shouted as he filled my mouth and throat with several blasts of hot, sticky sperm.

After I had swallowed Stan's salty ejaculate to the last creamy drop, he pulled away, giving Calvin room to work, urging him to "fuck my white ass good...to get all that white pussy!" In response Calvin lifted my legs until my knees were touching my breasts. "You ready for all this, baby?" he asked, supporting himself on his hands and toes as he started pushing his long black cock deeper and deeper inside me. When he passed the place where my husband's cock always bottomed out, I almost fainted. No cock had ever been that far inside me before. I was feeling him in places where no cock had ever been and I started cumming like a machine gun, firing off again and again as he inched deeper and deeper and deeper. When his cock collided with my uterus. I came so hard and convulsed with such force that he almost slipped out. He quickly grabbed my writhing buttocks and lifted, driving his black cock all the way in. This time, he didn't just hit my uterus but somehow managed to pierce the narrow neck and enter my womb itself.

The tornado of emotion and sensory pleasure I experienced at that moment is as close to dying as I ever want to come. The blood drained out of my face, my vision blurred...I was light headed and more than a little spacey. My heart tried to burst out of my chest and I could hardly breathe. I remember saying "ohhhh my goddddd! ohhh my godddd" as the covulsing spasms of what turned out to be the biggest orgasm of my life washed over me and through me. Nothing, and I do mean nothing, compares to that feeling. Its like having a baby only there's no pain...just a blissful eurphoria and pleasure so intese that you can't stand it, at least, I thought I couldn't stand it. The steady "whack whack whack" of his hips slamming against me as he pistoned his big cock in and out, and the overwhelming pleasure that accompanied every "whack", was almost too much too bear. I kept gasping for breath, heaving and whimpering helplessly. "Please - ohhh please", I wimpered, but Calvin wouldn't stop. He kust kept on pounding me until I felt like I was going to die...that his wonderful thusting cock was killing me. I thought he was literally fucking me to death.

I heard my husband shouting "You got'er now, Cal. Fuck that, bitch. Make her moan. Tear that pussy up!!" and I kinda lost consciousness a little. All I could see, hear, or feel was the sensation of Calvin's long, black dick penetrating my womb. My never ending climax growing and growing until it felt like I was coming apart at the seams. It was heaven and hell and every thing else you can imagine all at the same time. I have never, before or since, orgasmed like I did then. I got off repeatedly and it went on and on for what seemed like an hour. I lost myself in the depraved lust of the moment, sinking into a euphoric state of sexual insanity and carnal bliss from which there was no escape. I shook and trembled like an epileptic in the throes of a seizure that got better and better with every jerk and twitch. It was the fucking to end all fuckings and for awhile there, I honestly didn't think I was going to survive it. When Calvin finally stiffened, with every inch of his marvelous cock as far inside me as he could thrust it, he started ejaculating - not just in my vagina but directly into my womb.

Women rarely feel the ejaculate itself when men cum inside them. We feel the stiffening, the thrusting and the pressure, but not the cum itself. We know the man inside us is ejaculating but we don't feel it landing the way we feel it when guys cum on our breasts or anywhere else on our skin. We feel the wetness but not the spurting droplets themselves. The inner uterus must be as sensitive as outter skin because I could feel Calvin's thick semen splashing against the tissues inside my womb. Every spurt lifted me higher and higher until I literally swooned and fainted dead away. Nothing sexual ever felt like that to me before. I thought I died and went to heaven. Nothing earthly could ever feel that good...that pleasurable...that gratifying. It was divine!!!!

When I finally regained my senses, Calvin was still inside me. He had collapsed atop me, panting and sweating with exertion, heavy, his limp weight making it difficult for me to breathe. He said he couldn't move, that he was too weak. I guess he died a little himself. And my insatiable husband was absolutely estatic. He got so excited, he masturbated to an orgasm just watching Calvin womb-fuck me like that. And, as we untangled and I finally got Calvin off me, Stan kissed me passionately on the lips. "That was the best sex I've ever seen," he said. "The best sex I've ever had! Watching him fuck you...and watching you get off like that... It was as good as fucking you myself...better even!" I could see in his eyes that he meant it...that he was serious. It really had been as good for him as it was to me. Somehow we had shared it, experienced it together. It was like Stan had been a part of it, felt it himself. He was glowing with the same glow that I felt all over. It was mystical and magical, and inexplicibly marvelous for both of us. I'll never forget it (or Calvin) as long as I live.

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FREAKING - Part 2


Two nights later, Stan brought a friend of his home with him - a black friend. As he introduced us, he asked me if I'd ever fucked a black guy. I hadn't, but I had fantasized about it many times. And, the grin on Stan's face as he asked me, made me blush and spontaneously lubricate at the same time. Delighted to see the desire I couldn't conceal shining brightly in my eyes, Stan suggested that Calvin and I dance and get better acquainted while he went over to the bar to fix us all a drink.

Calvin wasn't exactly a handsome guy, but he was everything a white woman's blackman fantasy was supposed to be - big pouting lips, broad flat nose with huge nostrils, tight kinky black hair and snapping dark eyes that undressed me everytime he looked at me. Thickly muscled shoulders and arms, narrow waist, and a sexy, protruding ass that swelled out like twin basketballs behind him. And, he was black - really black...so dark his teeth looked like shiney white Chicklets everytime he smiled. As he took me in his arms and we started to dance, I couldn't help wondering if his cock was as dark as he was...if it was a BIG as I had heard blackmen's cocks were.

I tried to be cool and reserved despite my racing pulse and the butterflies dancing in my tummy... trying to conceal how arousing the mere thought of doing it with this strange blackman made me. But, there was no fooling him or my husband. My shape intake of breath was a dead give away and the way my lips parted as soon as he kissed me removed any doubts either of them may have had. They both knew how excited I was as Calvin pulled me close. I felt the hardness between his legs pressing against me and my knees started to tremble. It felt like a crowbar poking against my stomach I accepted his probing tongue in my mouth and pressed my large breasts against his thickly muscled chest, grinding against his rigid fuckpole like the white whore wife I knew I was, or at least, turning into. Who else but a hot to trot married white whore would have been so willing, even eager, to allow a horny black stranger to bed right in front of her own husband?

So, with my masturbating husband urging him on and me panting with anticipation, Calvin started fondling my soft buttocks, squeezing and kneading the cheeks as he pressed my hips against his crotch, forcing me to rub up even more tightly against the diamond-like hardness of his fully erect and unbelievably long penis. Calvin lifted my housecoat and began touching the bare cheeks of my pantyless ass. "You got a sister's ass!," he whispered excitedly, making me even hotter. I was practically cumming with anticipation as I tongued his mouth and pressed myself ever closer, grinding against the lengthy erection that threatened to break thru the material of his trousers. "I knew it," Stan exclaimed, unzipping his pants in anticipation. "I knew you'd like it. You're freaking, baby - you're freaking!"

While Stan was pulling out his rigid cock, beginning to stroke himself, Calvin told me I was the sexiest woman he had ever been with, saying he was about to cum in his pants...that he wanted to fuck me - BAD!!" So excited and hot that my juices were trickling down my inner thighs, I let Calvin push me down to my knees. I knew aht he wanted. I wanted it, too! I was dying to see his black cock. I wanted to touch it, to see if it was as big and as hard as it felt pressing against me. By the time my knees hit the carpet. Calvin his pants open and down to his knees The front of his boxer shorts tented out all distended and mis-shapen. I couldn't believe how big his cock appeared to be and I couldn't wait to get my hands on it.

I had a trembling orgasm as he lowered his boxers and the longest, blackest cock I had ever imagined bounced up between his legs. It was several inches longer than my husband's seven incher and thicker, too. It was the longest cock I had ever seen. It was as long as the rulers we used for measuring in high school and it was as dark and stiff as a Hersey's choclate bar. As soon as I touched it with my hands, I felt a series of pre-orgasmic tremors. It was as hard as any cock I had ever touched and I stroked it with both hands. Honestly - it was that long! Calvin and my husband spoke as ine, both urging me to suck it. . I've never been as hot as I was at that moment. I was cumming before I even got it in my mouth.

As hard as it was, the ebony head was velvety and smooth and it slipped easily between my all too eager lips. I sucked as much of it as I could into my mouth and worshipped it with my tongue, lapping at the pre-cum leaking from the ovaled slit at its tip. "Oh god!," Calvin moaned, grasping my head as he tried to push even further into my sucking mouth. If he noticed my gagging reflex as he pressed his cockhead against the back of my throat, he gave no sign of it, moaning over and over about how good it was, how much he liked it and telling me not to stop. "That's it! That's it," he moaned, hunching his hips with excitement, his long black cock practically choking me as he writhed with pleasure and delight. My husband added to the excitement, stroking himself happily as he watched me go down on his co-worker. chanting, "Suck it, baby. Suck that black dick!!," he chanted. "I love watching you FREAK! Suck it! Suck it good!"

Exactly how Calvin got his cock into my throat or how I managed to take it without strangling, I don't know, but somehow his rigid shaft slipped past the bruised base of my throat and into my esophagus. Until to breathe and fearing I would choke, I tried to pull back but it was no use. He just tightened his grip on my head and kept pushing, telling me it would be okay...to breathe thru my nose. My fear and panic subsided when I realized that he was right.

I actually could breathe thru my nose if I did it slowly. As oxygen poured into my lungs, my throat relaxed and before I knew it, his wirey public hair was pressed against my lips and the entire length of his huge black cock was buried in my esophagus. I had to make swallowing motions in order to breathe and he seemed to take particular delight in that. He practically shouted, "Do it, girl! Suck it! Suck it! Suck it!"

I suppose we all knew he was about to ejaculate. Stan was already cumming as he watched, wanking furiously. "Swallow that cock, baby," he urged. "Take it all. Deep throat! Deep throat that big black thing!" And I did, swallowing repeatedly, wild with lust and carnal craving. I had never had a cock in my throat before and the discomfort was nothing compared to the cascade of orgasmic tremors engulfing me, increasing in power and intensity with every thrust of Calvin's deeply penetrating cock. When he trapped my head tight against his pubic hair, holding his cock as far down my throat as he could, I felt the spurting of his ejaculation gushing into my throat, puzzled that I could feel it but couldn't taste it. I had sucked Stan off many times and the salty stickiness of his ejaculate always thrilled me. I wanted that taste. I liked it. But Calvin's black dick was so far into my throat his semen spilled into my oesophagus, by passing my mouth and my taste buds all together. I didn't even have to swallow. His semen emptied directly into my stomach and the newness of that experience combined with the pressure in my throat, triggered the most intense oral orgasm I had ever experienced in my life. I was cumming. My husband was cumming. Calvin was cumming and it went on and on for what seemed like forever.

When the spurting finally stopped and Calvin's huge cock slipped out of throat and then out of my mouth, I was dazed and disoriented, gasping for breath and totally freaked out. Even now, I can't explain what happened and there's no describing how satisfied and gratified I felt about it. Its always men who go on and on about how terrific a blow job is, but nobody could have enjoyed that blow job anymore than I did. I had never felt so feminine or sexy in my life. The way my husband looked at me and the way Calvin said, "That was unbelievable. Nobody has ever done me like that, baby. Your are something else, Mrs Jones. You are something else!", thrilled me almost as much as my orgasm did. I had never seen my husband look happier or more pleased, and Calvin was ecstatic. I was proud and gratified and horny and hotter than the desert sand all at once. I don't know how it happened or how I managed to do it but I felt like the sexiest woman in the whole world!

When my breathing returned to normal and my heart stopped trying to burst out of my chest, I felt uneasy, embarassed even. I didn't know how to be or what to do. Nobody was happier or more grateful than I was when Stan passed out the highballs and suggested we all do a couple lines of coke and recuperate. Laughing nervously, I gulped the liquor, wincing as it burned it way down my bruised and battered throat. But it relaxed me and in a matter of minutes we were all nosing up and chatting like nothing unusual had happened at all. Save for the occassional remark by Stan and the constant attention of a suddenly smitten and totally captivated Calvin, everything returned to normal. But, as I'm sure you can surmise, it didn't stay that way very long.

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FREAKING - Part 1


I knew my husband was a sex maniac before I married him. I knew he liked porn and variety in his sexual experiences. I knew he liked cocaine and partying with other liked minded people. And, I guess, I knew that eventually he would want me to participate in his swinging activities. Although the thought of that scared me, it excited me too. He was the aggressor, the driving force behind our descent into sexual deviation and decadence, but I went along with him so some part of me must have wanted to do it too. Little did I know, that experimenting with him would unleash a hunger within me that I never knew I had.

It started in Cleveland in 2002. He convinced me to go to a wife swapping party with him, promising me that as long as married couples "freaked" together, it wasn't unfaithful or adulterous. He assured me I would have fun and that he wouldn't be jealous if I decided to have sex with someone else. He even admitted that he wanted me to have sex with someone else...that the thought of me with another man excited him, aroused him, made him hard. Then he proceeded to screw me repeatedly until I was thoroughly convinced that it did excite him...that he did indeed want it!

With a nose full of cocaine and a head full of forbidden sexual expectations, I dressed in my sexiest lingerie and covered it with a low-cut frilly summer dress that accentuated my 34C-25-36 curves. My heart was pounding and I was already wet when we got to the club.

It was an after hours night spot on the eastside that CONSENTING ADULTS had rented for the party, and I couldn't believe how many people were there. Stan, my husband, wasn't kidding when he said a lot of young married couples were doing it. There had to be 35 couples there, drinking and dancing and looking for other couples to party with.

We walked around, at first, sipping long island iced teas and taking it all in. It seemed like any other party until we got to the patio area. Men were groping women openly, blouses were open and breasts were exposed...it was...well, orgy-like. I almost dropped my drink when we saw a young blond woman sucking a guy's cock right in front of everybody as if they were alone in a bedroom somewhere. A couple guys groped me and fondled my buttocks as we walked past, but no one approached us or said anything.

Then Stan started talking to this big breasted blond women several years older than we were. Her husband was middle aged, thinning hair and sporting an erection even his loose trousers couldn't conceal. I blushed when he asked Stan if he wanted to fuck the blond woman, obviously, his wife. The woman was already fondling Stan thru his pants, squeezing his erection and thrusting her large breasts out proudly. Stan grinned at me as the woman unzipped his pants and slipped her hand inside his fly. He started squeezing and groping her big tits, obviously enjoying her carresses as her hand moved inside his pants and she boldly withdrew his rock hard penis.

As she dropped to her knees and started sucking my husband's cock, her husband started groping my breasts, trying to get his hand under my dress. When I tried to stop his wandering hand, he pulled my hand to his crotch, pressing it against his sizable erection, urging me to check it out. Before I knew what was happening, he had a hand under my dress, fondling the cheeks of my bottom and trying to get his fingers inside my panties. I looked at my husband and the hungry blond woman greedily sucking him off. He was smiling at my discomfort, obviously getting further aroused by the sight of another man feeling me up. While the guys's wife was sucking up and down Stan's cock like it was her favorite candy, he encourged her to suck his cock, to take it deep and drink his cum - all the while grinning at me and winking his eye as if to say, "Lets freak, baby - let's freak!"

Frank, the middle aged stranger's name, was busy lifting my dress, exposing my panty covered bottom to everyone in the room as he slipped his hand between my legs. Discovering how wet I was, he started urging me to take my dress down, to show him my breasts. I looked Stan again, but he merely urged me to "show'em to him" as he pumped his cock in and out of Blondie's sucking mouth. Caught in the eurphoric grip of the cocaine and emboldened by my husband's encouragement, I helped Frank get my top down and watched helplessly as he pulled my bra up and started pawing my bare breats. It was like a dream as I watched him lean forward, sucking my bare nipples as his hand finally slipped under the legband of my panties and into to the naked wetness of my hairy crotch. In spite of my embarassment and uncertainty, I couldn't resist squeezing his thick cock thru the material of his pants. He was huge! Not so much long as thick - really thick. And rigid as an iron bar!

Another gush of wetness greeted Frank's thick fingers as he pushed two of them into my exposed vagina and I felt myself slipping into the sea of lust and desire that filled the room. As Frank plunged his stiff fingers in and out of my convulsing vagina, I heard my husband say, "Fuck'er, man! I wanna watch you fuck'er!"

Stan was already cumming in Blondie's mouth as her husband pushed me down on a vacant chaise lounge and forced my legs apart. Frank's thick cock was suddenly out of his pants and poised at the entrance to my quivering vagina. I knew he was going to fuck me but I couldn't stop him, or myself. I watched him thrust forward and felt him enter me, moaning softly with an unexpected orgasm as he stretched and filled the void between my legs with his bull-like cock. One moment I was watching as if dreaming and the next I was climaxing all over the thick cock he buried inside me again and again.

In no time, I was convulsing uncontrolably as he plunged in and out with rigid enthusiasm and vigor that surprised and delighted me at that the same time. I had never felt so full and so totally sexy in my whole life. A man I had known only a minute or two was fucking me in a room full of panting strangers and I was lifting my hips, urging him with my knees and loving every bullying thrust of the thick cock he was ramming into me. I loved it and my pleasure was heightened even further by the encouraging chants of my equally delighted husband!

In a matter of seconds, Frank was cumming, pumping spurt after spurt of warm, sticky semen deep inside my orgasming pussy. He too, obviously loving it!

My husband, his cock still rigid in spite of his ejaculation, bent Blondie over a chair arm and fucked her deeply as he watched Frank empty his passion in my stretched and quivering vagina, knowing that I, too was climaxing, that I, too was experiencing pleasure, that I, too was enjoying the feel of a stranger's cock ejaculating inside my married and, until that moment, faithful pussy.

Big Frank's still, rigid cock didn't withdraw after he came, he just kept pounding it into me as he watched my husband fucking his wife right beside us. Like pals in the school yard they encouraged each other, both eerily excited and totally aroused by the sight of someone else screwing the woman they loved.

Unable to ignore the delightful stretching sensation of Franks huge cock pounding into the depths of my vagina again, and, strangely excited even further by the sight of my husband vigorously fucking Blondie's hairy pussyhole right there in front of me, I opened my legs even further and pulled at the pump cheeks of Frank's thrusting buttocks as he hammered me to one orgasm after another with his big, thick cock! In spite of myself, I liked it. I wanted it to continue. I wanted him to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me - to keep fucking me until he filled me with another geyser of his passion laden ejaculate.

This time, our husband's climaxed together. And, so did Blondie - and so did I. Like a couple of cheap whores, we grunted and strained and welcomed every thrust, embracing the carnal delight that accompanied every thrilling, filling penetration of the strange cocks that pummeled us and buried themselves deep inside our spasming vaginas. No shame - no embarassment - just, primitive, carnal lust and the greedy pursuit of sexual pleasure for the sake of sexual pleasure. No love, no attachment - just the thrill of it - the joy of it - the freedom of it!

At the risk of sounding totally whorish, I liked as much as anyone did, except, perhaps, my husband, who used my unexpected involement and spontaneous whorishness as a spring board for a night of debauchery neither of us would ever forget. On the four or so hours we spent in the patio area, I honestly can't remember how many other strange men mounted me, or how many times I came like a bitch in heat, often urging and occassionally begging them to fuck me - to make me cum again! It was a sensation I'll never forget - a sensation that I knew I wanted to experience again, that, as soon as we left the party, I already wanted to experience again.

And I didn't have wait very long either.

april_tate@yahoo.com

GAMES PEOPLE PLAY


My wife and I have been married now for about 3 years without children as we knew as we do now that we wanted to enjoy our youth. Tammy and I grew up in the same hometown and dated through most of high school finally marrying in our first year of college. I joined the Navy to allow Tammy to continue through school, although we did have to transfer schools. I guess I never expected things to get as mundane as they can when you are young, married and poor. Idle minds will wander…

Shortly after arriving in Norfolk we befriended another couple, Todd and Darla, from the base. They were from Alabama and we were from Georgia so we had southern things in common. Every Thursday we even played cards and hung out talked about home and whatever else came up. After while we even started to watch some mild porn…which sometimes became a little more hardcore than we had planned. I'm not sure when I started to think about it but discovered that Todd as well was thinking the same thing, our wives would look pretty hot doing some of the things in the videos together. We both dropped some hints to our wives only to find they were not admitting any interest. I did notice after some time that she Tammy seemed to be more animated after our porn nights for the most part; sex was really good.

Finally, after about 6 months of cards, beer and porno movies a magical night that I think none of us were ready for came. In addition to our normal beers during cards there had been a few margaritas and the conversation was definitely lively. At the table I blurted accidentally (?) that it sure would be hot if the girls were to act like the girls in the movies more. I was of course referring to girl on girl action. Tammy and Darla were giggling about it, telling Todd and I that we would not be able to handle them acting like sluts anyway. That was it, the bet.

First we bet on a hand. If Todd and I won, the girls would have to kiss and make out for 1 minute. Needless to say, we did win; Todd and I soon found ourselves very excited watching our hot little wives make out. You know that wasn't going to be the end of it; just like we did. The big bet came out next. Darla whispered to Tammy and they both giggled. We were to play a game of Spades. The winning team would get to decide who the losing team would have to go all the way with. Todd and I thought we had hit paydirt, we never lost when we played Spades with the girls. Immediately, we agreed and told the girls they would have to go all the way with each other while we watched; they would have to go one hour or until each had an orgasm whichever was first. Tammy and Darla said they would have to think about the bet some and we all took a break, got fresh beers and a round of tequila shots. Then back at the table they hit us with a surprising counter bet. They would get to meet guys at a local club. We would be allowed to put only one condition on their bet. Thinking quickly we both agreed the girls would get only one hour to score a guy, they reminded it didn't have to be a guy and agreed so long as they could have as much time with the partner as they wanted. It was afterall, a safe bet. They never win and everyone knows you can't pick someone up in less than an hour.

As you can guess, we were so wrong. First of all, the girls did win the card game. They also decided their bet would begin the next night. When Todd and I got together with the girls the next night we reminded them of the rules. They only had one hour to set their deal up and that their time started as soon as they left the door. The 'girls' smiled and told us not to worry. Then they changed to show us what they were going to wear. Tammy was in a short black skirt with a nice pink shirt which was low enough to give quite a view if you looked just right. Darla was wearing a blue skirt with a very high slit, it made her look like she wasn't wearing panties, and a tight tube top type shirt that you could almost see through ( you could see her bra for sure.) In fact Darla was wearing panties but a thong just like Tammy. The girls had had a few drinks to loosen up and were quite giggly; even agreeing that if they failed they would have to be each others 'date'. As they got ready to go they showed us our seats; they had placed chairs in each of the bedroom closets. Tammy sat me down and shut the door to show me I could still see through the slats; assuring me that Todd had the same view in the guest bedroom. The last condition they had was that if we interfered, we would have to be each other's 'date'; something Todd and I had no intention of doing. As they got ready to go Todd and I knew we were still going to pull this off. I knew for a fact the dance clubs were not too close even, a consequence of not being able to afford a great neighborhood, and by Taxi we knew it would be longer yet. We made the girls promise to call us when they got to the club and when they met their 'partner' to keep the times honest. After one hour they had to turn around and come back home.

Beware what you think you know. The girls had done their homework, and called just minutes after leaving. I thought they were lying at first but Tammy told me Darla had suggested "Nugget", a small neighborhood club nearby. I was shocked and reminded her it was mostly a 'dark' bar, referring of course to the fact that it was known as a black bar. She shocked me even further replying "We both know that silly." I think Todd and I knew we were in trouble. Neither of us had realized how much the girls had enjoyed seeing the taboo of interracial sex in those movies. Thinking back, I remembered it wasn't very often when there was an interracial scene but they did seem to be the hottest follow on love making. In fact, most recently after there had been an interracial scene Tammy had let me in her without a condom and begged me to fuck her hard, only stopping me just before I came to make me pull out.

Todd and I put in a movie, seemingly to prepare for what was about to happen. The movies we had out all seemed to have interracial scenes in them. Todd sifted through the titles telling me "there was no way they would go through with it." He was right I thought, they were both raised in strict southern towns were black people were distinctly treated like second class citizens. We found an interesting title and put it on. This hot little blonde girl was fucking a black guy; pretty standard fair we thought until the camera panned in on his tightening nutsack, then out to show her telling him to fuck her to not stop…the black guy then came inside this hot little blonde. I can't tell you how hot I thought it was. After it was over, Todd admitted to me that the end shot was very hot. We had almost forgotten about the time when the phone rang. I checked my watch as I answered. It was Todd's wife Darla. "David, she said. Are you looking at the clock?" I admitted I was. "Tammy and I have met some guys and are on our way home. You should get in your hiding place and have Todd do the same." Oh, she added, have him put a few condoms by the bedstand will you?" She asked. I told her I would.

As I got off the phone, I told Todd. She wants you to put a couple of condoms by the bedstand. Never listen to a half drunk redneck friend. He had an idea. "He told me that "Darla and I use condoms as their only birth control." A fact I told him was the same for Tammy and I. "They would never let the guys go all the way without condoms and it should not be our job to help them, that wasn't part of the deal" He said. I told him he was right. Instead of getting him some of our condoms from my nightstand, I scooped up all the condoms and put them into my pants pocket. I knew we were not going to win but I thought I could prevent the girls from collecting anyway.

Again, never listen to a half drunk redneck friend. We hid in the closet and heard the front door open. The girls were home. From the deep voices we heard we knew they were not alone. It was soon evident there was not much talking going on. After about 5 minutes, Tammy came into the bedroom with some 6'2" black guy; she had actually met a black guy. They started making out some, petting and kissing. She even told him she liked to keep the lights on which he didn't argue. I had never even before tonight imagined the sight of my wife kissing a black man, much less being fondled like she was. He asked her if she was sure this was cool and where her old man was. Tammy told him "he has duty tonight." He seemed to buy that as they got back to making out; they started to undress each other as they kissed which was a hot scene…I loved seeing him expose her skin with each move, undressing her with his black hands. I was feeling a sense of regret about taking the condoms since it would ruin the whole thing but knew it was for the best.

Tammy was in nothing but her panties now, he had opened her bra and was enjoying her breasts, which she seemed to be liking. She got down in from of him and lowered his pants and boxers in her haste. It was a sight, her on her knees…she reached up and held his slowly stiffening cock. It looked heavy and already bigger than mine at half mast. She slowly started to stroke it with his encouragement. He told her "That's it baby, nice and slow" Then he asked "Have she ever seen a black cock before and was it bigger than her husbands?" Tammy replied almost in a whisper "She had only seen movies and that it was much bigger than her husbands." She leaned forward and I could see her lips part as she started to first lick him then suck the head, bringing him to full mast. She kept sucking and licking his head, shaft and balls; I could hear her breathing and moans as she did it, she was really into it. She looked up at him still slowly stroking him and told him "it's almost twice as long and twice as thick". He stopped her and stood her up. His cock while standing looked so tall compared to her 5'2" size. He bent her first over the bed and got down behind her, licking and eating her pussy from behind. Reaching up he could only be fingering her as he ate her. Tammy was moaning and thrashing her head, her passion was amazing. She stopped him and asked if her wanted her. He told her he was going to have her, causing her to smile. I watched as Tammy climbed on the bed then reached over to the endtable. I knew what I was seeing was going to have to stop…she reached into the drawer then looked around a little more. Glancing toward the closet, where I sat, she looked at him and told him she was all out of condoms and "did he have any". He said he didn't but that he didn't like them anyway. He had moved up between her legs, his cock just inches from her sex. She had her hand reaching up, stroking him again, keeping him hard. "Can you pull out? I'm not on anything." She told him. Without waiting for an answer she seemed to lean in, I think she was sucking his cockhead again as he moaned. Then she seemed to lay back and he moved forward, causing her to moan. I knew he had started to enter her. In just moments I could see her legs start to shake as she came in a quick orgasm. When she stopped she asked him "is it all in yet?" Just a few more inches he told her. Going slow he started to pump in and out of her before giving a final push which I knew was him going balls deep. She answered that shove by again beginning to quiver and cum.

After resting a few moments he started to pump in and out of her, I could not believe she had taken so much. I could not believe she was full of black cock, and bare at that. I don't know how long he fucked her like that but I felt like I was going to explode, couldn't even touch my cock. She had I think 3 more orgasms before he started to really pump in and out. Finally, holding it way in and grinding his black cock into her he whispered something in her ear. She responded to whatever he said by starting to roll her hips with his deep grinding. "That's it baby" he said, "You are going to make me cum that way." I was sure it would be a replay of the other night with her scrambling to get me off her but boy was I wrong…Her legs seemed to wrap around him even more to draw him in as a hear him moan out. There was no doubt he was coming in her and her head threw back wit an open mouth as she knew it too. After they calmed down, he was still inside her as they talked. She told him "you shouldn't have done that, I don't even let my husband do that, what if you got me pregnant?" He said "that would be your problem but I know you liked it." She replied "she did." I realized then that she had been still rolling her hips when he told her he was all hard again in her. She rolled him over then rode him first cowgirl and finally reverse cowgirl actually facing the closet until he told her he was going to cum again. She looked straight at me and told him to fill up her little pussy, which of course he did.

After she got off him she licked him clean then told him he needed to go her Husband might come home early. He told her he wanted to do her again and asked when I had duty again. She told him I had duty again in three days, which was true. Then they left.

To be continued…

phenish@hotmail.com

CUCK FEELINGS


It's hard to describe the feelings that accompany having your mouth on the clit of the woman you love while another man pushes his cock three inches deeper into her than you ever will. I was definitely turned on, by the scents, the sounds... her saying "not so deep, he's too big... ooh oh, I'm coming..." That definitely got me going, and meanwhile there was this other guy there as well, sticking his longer and thicker than average cock into her mouth while he was waiting for his turn to fuck her. He was really polite about it, letting her take breaks to moan and say things.

The guy inside her was wearing a condom (just common sense, we didn't know these men before they responded to our ad), and he was enjoying himself immensely. His dark brown skin looked amazing next to her light olive complexion and he tried to be gentle, but he finally let himself go, just pumping in and out of her while she came all over his long dick.

Every once in a while, he'd pull out too far and he thrust right into my face, bouncing his cock off my cheek the first time. It caught me by surprise and I wasn't sure if he was doing it deliberately or not, because he laughed a little and pushed against my mouth. I figured, what the hell, I'm here anyway... if it's not okay somebody will say something or do something... so I took it into my mouth. It was okay, definitely got me more involved and he responded by thrusting about half a dozen times as deeply as he could and then pulling out and pushing back into her.

From what I could tell, he got harder from the additional stimulation and I was just kind of stunned for a moment while my lady came on his cock again. He finally came inside her and the other fellow put on a condom and had a much slower and loving session with her while I just watched and stroked myself.

It was kind of other worldly. The air didn't seem normal, the smell of sex from many bodies was thick and I was just feeling almost like I was swimming. When they were done and had dressed and left, I lay with my lady and we held each other. She said she was too sore for me to fuck her, which drove me a little nuts, and then she took me in her mouth and brought me to a torrential orgasm, swallowing me all the way down her throat and milking me gently as I spasmed and jerked until I could feel my body again and my breathing started to settle down.

Jealousy and heat and passion and unleashed primal desire all rolled up into one. We didn't need to repeat the experience, but I'd have to say it was certainly memorable. Mind boggling really.


FIRST TASTE (Part 2)


Gary and I bathed together and went back to bed . He went down on me. As always that made me hot and I came. But when he put his cock in me I felt something was wrong. He was working so hard to get me off BUT I could not cum . Before long he shot his load . That did leave me a little relief. Not enough.

I left Gary in the bed and got ready for work. It was Friday night and we would be busy. I dressed in my usual manner. A white blouse and black skirt, with a lacy bra and white string panty under. About 9pm Gary came in and said his good bye. He is also busy on Friday nights and works 4-5 hours overtime into Saturday noon. We kissed our good by and he felt my ass. He wispered that he knew I was wearing next to nothing under that skirt. I accused him of dreaming and pushed him away "go to work and make me some money" I told him.

After midnight the customers started to thin out. We close at 1 am and it was almost there when Bob came in. I gave the Last call and Bob ordered a drink. He asked if he could have two and I got it for him. The other patrons left and I locked Bob and myself in. This time there was no small talk. He plainly asked me if I wanted some more of his manhood. I turned out the lights and told him to meet me at my house in 10 minutes.

Bob was waiting in his car when I arrived. I walked to him and in full sight of anyone we had a deep kiss. His hands were all over my ass. Before I knew it my skirt was up and my panties were being pulled off. Right in the driveway he fingered me to a climax. I wanted to get him up to the bedroom. He had other ideas. He unbuttoned my blouse and pushed it down my arms. Than he pulled me close and kissed me. Next my Bra was off. He again held me tight and stuck his tounge in my mouth. "Meet me in the house" he ordered. He bent down and picked up my clothing and walked away. I rushed after him wearing only my skirt.

When I opened the door Bob was already naked. He took me and bent me over the sofa. As he ran his cock over my pussy he asked me if I wanted some black cock. I wimpered "yes". He gave me an inch or so. Then he asked if I really wanted it. I said "yes please" and he gave me some more. The next 30 minutes were a blur as he took me from one climax to another. Then he shot the first load of the night deep into me.

Without letting me clean up he took me to the bedroom. I laid back and saw that he was still hard. He parted my legs and took me missionary style. Slow and firm he took me from one high to another. That night he planted 4 loads deep inside of me. All the while he made me keep his sperm inside of me. About dawn he said he had to go. I wanted to go with him. He handed me my panties and told me to put them on. "You should have a surprise for hubby when he gets home" he told me. I listened as he showered and left. Somehow I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke to the sound of Gary's truck in the drive. Quickly I got up and grabbed a robe. Gary came in and stopped long enough to tell me that he had to go back to work in three hours. Someone was sick and he had to fill in. When he was in the shower I realized that Bob's sperm was running down my legs. I quickly wiped off and kept talking to him. Thankfully he wanted to sleep and he asked me to wake him in a bit. When he was dead to the world I undressed and went to shower. I looked in the mirror and saw that Bob had given me a present. Two big red hickeys on my right breast. I would have to keep that one covered for a few days. As I showered I felt my pussy. Even though it was sore it felt good. As I washed it I found myself daydreaming about Bob fucking me again AND how I could keep it from Gary and for how long. The answer is I couldn't and, not for long. Next letter I'll tell you how Gary found out.

burnettgl@yahoo.com

HUSBANDS AND WIVES


Hearing, seeing, and imagining others having sex has always turned me on. I love getting myself off watching a hung stud pound away between a sexy pair of legs. It kinda feels like its me sometimes...like I'm up in that pussy fucking her right along with him. His pussy's my pussy and watching him fuck it feels just like I'm fucking it too. I love pussy like that and I love how it feels watching him get it.

Its not a gay thing because I don't really want him. I want her! I only want him with her to feel what he feels, to score like he is, to fuck'er like he's fuckin'er. I see her thru his eyes...as he does. I feel the same lust and desire he does. She's not his wife, girlfriend, sister or friend. She's just pussy to him and, like me, he loves pussy. Thats really what makes 3-ways so gratifying for me and my wife. Its defnitely sex but it isn't tender or intimate. Its not love making - its primal, basic, genetically driven male/female perpetuation of the species sex. MATING! He's not making love to her or anyone else - he's fucking!!!!

When a strange guy's fucking my wife's pussy, she's the object of his desire...all he thinks about or wants. If I focus and add my desire to his, I can almost feel what he feels, see what he sees and know what he knows. Its like I'm fucking her myself...with his cock! When I can relate from his point of view, long enough to get that feeling I get when I see/feel his/my big cock disappearing in to my wife's tight pussy, I can fuck her like he's fucking her without actually touching her at all! I can lay there in the early morning when they think I'm still asleeep, and listen as she tells him how wonderful his big cock feels inside her, how much she likes having him between her legs. And, I hear him telling her how hot she is, how good it is, and how much he likes having his big, cock buried to the balls in her tight, white pussy. When the connection is really good, I can ejaculate at the same moment he does without touching or fondling myself at all. That only happens when someone else is fucking her and giving her pleasure. Any other time, I have to touch myself and masturbate myself in order to ejaculate. Its really quite remarkable.

I recall the first time, what started it all, like it was yesterday. It was a sunny April afternoon in rural South Carolina. Phoebe and I were just college kids handing out flyers and canvassing for votes...getting involved. The people who lived in the "backwoods" were extremely poor, grossly uneducated, and predominately black. And it was right there in the Carolina backwoods that the course of our lives was changed forever.

We were following a tree covered path up to the Jenkins place, (at least thats what the spotter's chart said). We were about to give up and head back to the car, when a giant blackman appeared on the path in front of us. He only had eyes for Phoebe as he asked what we were doing there. He looked at Phoebe like he could see thru her clothes, leering, as his eyes carressed the breathtaking curves of her voluptuous body. His carnal thoughts were as obvious to Phoebe as they were to me. She blushed and looked away while I decided whether or not to take offense at his blatant ogling of my wife to be.

Since we were on foot in the sparsely populated backwoods, with no one else around, and no idea how far away from the car we were, I said nothing, waiting for him to leave. The man was easily six an a half feet tall and probably weighed 300+ lbs. I had no weapons and no chance of defending myself or Phoebe if he got angry, so I felt it prudent to pretend I hadn't noticed his ogling and act as if nothing was wrong. Instead, of demanding he apologize as I should have, I simply asked if he knew where the Jenkins place was. Moving closer to Phoebe and brushing against her as he passed, he pointed into the woods behind him, volunteering to show us the way.

He flexed his massive muscles and smiled, his hooded eyes twinkling, as I hesitated, uncertain of whether to accept or decline his offer of assistance. Then he grasped Phoebe's arm, propelling her into the dense undergrowth in front of him, saying "its just over here aways." As they moved deeper into the woods, I tried to calm myself in an effort to shake off the overwhelming feelings if fear and apprehension I felt. I was on the verge of panic. What should I do? What if he tried something? Literally scared to death, I followed his heavily muscled back and shoulders thru the brush, hoping against hope that nothing would happen.

What's that they say about crappin' in one hand and hoping in the other to see which hand gets full first? That's exactly how I felt when I heard Phoebe tell him to stop touching her. My fear that he would try something wasn't just a possibility anymore - it was happening! As I raced up behind them, grabbing his huge arm, he pivoted and turned with the grace of a dancer, poking me hard in the solar plexis with one hand while he grabbed my exposed throat with the other. The hand at my throat tightened, choking off my efforts to regain the wind he had just knocked out of me and, without oxygen, I was rapidly losing consciousness. Choking and crying, fearing for Phoebe's life and my own, I pleaded with my eyes, begging him to let us go...not to hurt us.

As my eyes rolled back in the sockets and everything started to go black, he leaned in very close and whispered in my ear. He said he was going to "have some fun" with Phoebe, and promised to kill me if I interfered again. Thats the last thing I heard before collapsing at his feet. When I regained consciousness a few seconds later, both he and Phoebe were gone. I followed the path as best I could, driven by the knowlege that I had to do something. But, what? I couldn't handle a guy his size in a million years and I knew it.

When I heard Phoebe pleading with him on the trail ahead, insisting that she didn't want to, I started running. As I grew near, I heard a loud slap and the closing of a door. I raced blindly thru the trees and almost ran into a rundown clapboard shack nestled under two huge popular trees. It was as rundown as the others we had seen that day and Phoebe and the blackman were nowhere to be seen. I heard another slap from inside the shack, and, still very much afraid, I crept quietly up to one of the shack's dirty windows and peeked inside. I'll never forget what I saw or how it affected me/us as long as I live.

Phoebe was on her knees in the dirt, her face red from slapping. Her blouse was torn and her braless breasts were exposed. He was wrapping one of her soft white hands around the biggest, blackest, erect penis I ever saw in my life, urging her to touch it....to suck it! I watched in slow motion as my beautiful innocent Phoebe first fondled and then mouthed his huge penis, sucking obediently as she choked and fought for breath. He held her head forcing more and more of his huge cock into her mouth, choking her again. When she complained that his cock was too big, he pushed it back into her mouth and told her to suck it some more.

Then two things happened that not only changed everything, but joined me and Phoebe in a way we have never been joined before. Two simple, ordinary things - (1) My dick got hard. And, (2) Phoebe stopped struggling. Looking right at me, standing there, staring with open mouthed excitement thru that filthy window, she released the supressed desire hidden behind her eyes and she started going after his huge black dick like it was her favorite candy. As I watched her full lips move up and down his gleaming ebony stalk with whorish percision, I couldn't hide how sexually excited I was anymore. Even though she couldn't see my erection, Phoebe knew how aroused and excited I was. At the same moment, I saw the wanton desire in her eyes, her hunger for this huge, black man and what he was making her do. It was like we were looking into one another's soul.

All the things I might have done or should have done, wilted under the powerful surge of sexual lust and depraved craving that engulfed me as I watched Phoebe's mouth working on that blackman's big cock. I saw her take as much as she could deep in her mouth again and again, getting more and more aroused as she went. I watched him too, fasinated by the way his big cock disappeared in Phoebe's sucking mouth and re-apppeared all shiny, wet and glistening with her saliva. I don't exactly remember entering the room, but I must have because suddenly I was inside, a mere yard or so away from them, holding my rigid penis in my hand as I watched her servicing his thick, black tool. Phoebe saw me touching myself as I watched, sensing my excitement. Her eyes didn't fill with disappointment and anger as I feared they would. Instead, she smiled, sucking his black cock harder, relieved, perhaps even pleased, that I, too was aroused and excited by this big black man and his even bigger cock!

Despite her initial objections to this situation and her genuine fear of the uncouth black bully thusting in and out of her mouth, I could tell that Phoebe's excitement level was elevated the same as mine. Sucking his black cock was arousing her as much as watching her suck it was arousing me and the way she was sucking it was definitely arousing him. We were all 3 hot and, getting hotter by the minute.

When he pulled his dick out of Phoebe's mouth and told her to lay down, I began ejaculating at the mere thought of him fucking Phoebe with that big dick of his, shooting semen all over my hands and down the front of my pants. He saw me ejaculating and smiled as he postioned his rigid black cock against the pink labias of Phoebe's white pussy and forced into her tight vagina. I felt rather than saw Phoebe's climax as his thick cock penetrated her body and filled her as she had never been filled before. Delighted by the waves of pleasure his penetration produced, Phoebe had another, even stronger climax as he forced his huge black cock even deeper into her, stretching and filling her convulsing vagina as no one had ever stretched and filled her before.

As if I hadn't just ejaculated at all, my stiff cock leaped back into my hands, demanding further attention. I started masturbating again watching in rapt fascination as that crude, uneducated, horse-dicked, black bully fucked my wife to be like I would never be able to fuck her. I watched a black dick twice the length of my own disappear inside Phoebe's vagina and loved every second of it. "Fuck me," Phoebe moaned, when he finally got his whole cock in her. "Fuck me with your big, black dick!" The way she said, like it was what she wanted more than anything in the world, was so titillating that, before I could stop myself, I was shooting off all over again.

As I quivered with gratification and sprayed my pleasure on the floor beside them, that black giant started pounding his thick fuck pole into Phoebe's pussy like he wanted to split her apart, driving all the way in with every thrust. "Gimme that white pussy" he urged, cupping her naked buttocks in his hands as he hammered her again and again. Peeking over his shoulder, and finding Phoebe's eyes fastened on my own, I saw the raw lust and wanton desire contorting her face as she bucked and writhed beneath him. She seemed in a continuous state of orgasm as he stiffened and buried the entire length of his huge cock as far inside her as he could get it. She cooed with pleasure as his big cock brushed against her womb, and bathed her insides with spurt after spurt of his hot, sticky cum.

Since his pleasure had become our pleasure, so to speak, Phoebe and I weren't afraid or frightened anymore after that. She seemed ready, even eager, to fuck him again if thats what he wanted, and I was instantly hard again at the mere thought of seeing that big cock in her pussy again. He must have been having similar thoughts, because, when he turned back around, his huge cock was as stiff as an iron bar and he wanted some more of what Phoebe had between her white legs. He positioned her on her hands and knees, and moved up behind her. Pulling at her hips and ass, he gently rocked Phoebe back and forth with his hands as he inched his big dick back into the wetness of her irresistable white pussy.

Climaxing as soon as he entered her, Phoebe collapsed her elbows, elevating her lower torso, aligning her vagina perfectly with his thrusting hips so that his huge dick could slide in and out easily. Phoebe whimpered and moaned, absorbing every probing thrust with mounting excitement and renewed enthusiasm, as she listened to the steady slap, slap, slap of his hard abdomen banging against the rounded white moons of her naked buttocks. As he pumped her convulsing vagina with piston-like precision, emptying and re-filling her so fast that his black dick was just a blur, Phoebe began climaxing almost non stop, like she had before.

She was quivering with delight, in the throes of a climax the likes of which I had never seen before, when he stiffened behind her and started shooting off inside her again. He slapped her bare ass, urging her to give him that white pussy, to fuck his black dick off, as he gyrated against her ass, emptying his passion directly into the mouth of her fertile womb in rapid, convulsive little spurts . She eagerly pushed her pussy and ass back against his driving hips, sobbing, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" everytime she felt him convulse inside her. I was ejaculating again, too, climaxing with them in an eerie but deeply gratifying kind of sexual unity that Phoebe and I discovered that day and have continued to enjoy to this day. It was truly magical - the sexiest thing I ever saw.

When he finally withdrew and backed away from Phoebe, semen dribbled from her stretched labias and down the back of her legs in clinging, ropelike strands, as if reluctant to leave to confines of her stretched and battered vagina. With her still shaking on unsteady knees, he patted her bare buttocks and told her how good it was... how much he liked fucking her. Then he told me to clean myself up and insisted on showing us the way back to our car.

We walked behind him, holding hands in silence as we sifted thru the emotional wasteland his brutal rape left hanging between us. If my failure to rescue her, and my cowardly enjoyment of her debasement bothered her, she didn't show it. She rubbed me and nuzzled against me me like she always does after we have sex, seeming contented and totally satisfied.

By the time we reached the car, he was hard again, and I watched helplessly thru the window of the car as he had his way with Phoebe again, fucking her for what seemed like hours. Even in the cramped confines of the back seat, his thick cock bored into Phoebe's stretched pussyhole relentlessly until she and I both were shaking with yet another series of simultaneous orgasms. It was insane and fantasy-like - a dream from which we couldn't awaken and in spite of ourselves, we both loved every minute if it.

After filling Phoebe with his thick semen for the third and final time, he rose from between her legs and warned us both not to say anything about this to anyone. Then he was gone and we were alone. As I looked at Phoebe, still spread and oozing his juices in the backseat, I silently mounted her myself, slipping my suddenly perpetually hard cock into the gooey mess he had made of her vagina. As I emptied my lust inside the gaping hole that used to be Phoebe's vagina, I felt a joy triumph beyond anything we had ever experienced together. For some reason, her stretched and battered pussy was as tight and gratifying as it had ever been before.

I held her close and comforted her long after I finished ejaculating inside her, feeling closer to her than ever. When she told me during the ride back to Columbia that doing it with that black guy was the best sex we ever had together, I asked her to marry me and she said YES! We've been sharing our bed with horny blackmen ever since. How many? Who's counting? How often? Every chance we get! Any regrets? I wouldn't change a thing!

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