Toxin Handler

Corinthia thought he was so handsome when they first met. The muscles that she loved on men he certainly had. He had beautiful blue eyes and a smile to die for. He was a foot taller than her which was perfect.
They met online. There were so many things they had in common that there was no mistake it was fate. Five years later they decided to get married at her grandparents home which her parents now lived in. They had the perfect life…..money, kids and best of all, love.
Corinthia didn’t realize that he liked to keep secrets from her until much later. What he didn’t know was that Corinthia had secrets too. Secrets that he would never find out about unless she told him. Secrets that she knew he would never understand her having. It’s hard to keep a secret isn’t it?? It usually depends on how badly you want to tuck it away.
Corinthia knew that she would never be able to tell him her secret desire because of the way he was raised. He would still continue to love her but somehow she knew that things would never be the same between them and she didn’t want that.
Since she was young Corinthia was interested in boys but always looked at the girls also. There were some that had really turned her on but she always felt dirty thinking about them and still does sometimes. The world has changed so much since she was young that there are times she doesn’t know how to handle it.
She just knows that her and her husband are in love with each other. There is trust, honor, sincerity and love from both sides but there are secrets that can’t be shared for if they were she would lose him for good.
She dreams many nights about being with another woman and sometimes those dreams seem so real. You could almost reach out and touch the women in the dreams. Well there’s no time to think about that stuff she had to get ready for the day.
Walking down the street she noticed a beautiful woman with brown curls and big breasts walk by her. They both turned at the same time and eyed each other. Corinthia continued to walk not realizing the other woman had turned around and was now following her.
She turned down a side alley which was a shortcut to the deli she was walking to. She heard footsteps behind her but paid no attention because the alley was frequently used by others.
As she got by the garbage dumpster, a pair of hands grabbed her and she was pushed behind the dumpster. She looked up scared to death and saw the other woman. They stood there and stared at each other for what seemed forever before the woman finally spoke.
“I saw you checking me out!” she said between the fall and rise of her greatly endowed chest.
“What is it that you were looking at exactly?”
Well Corinthia was taken aback and didn’t know how to answer. She had never had a person confront her about looking them over before. She was still considered somewhat a virgin.
“Well, I couldn’t help but notice your chest, quite frankly. You were checking me out too weren’t you?” Corinthia said thinking that she was right.
“I mean I wasn’t the only one staring was I?” She couldn’t believe the effect this woman had on her. She couldn’t think straight with those humongous breasts in her face.
Finally the woman shook her head and asked Corinthia if she wanted to go back to her place. After all it was just on the next street. Corinthia thought that it sounded like a good idea so she said yes. Besides she wanted a chance to see those gorgeous tits.
When they got back to the woman’s apartment that she shared with her mother and sisters she told Corinthia her name was Christina but they all called her Chris. Chris introduced Corinthia to her mother and sisters. Then Chris decided that she and Corinthia should go upstairs to her room to get to know each other better. Little did Corinthia know that, Suzette, Chris’ older sister was following behind them.
As Chris and Corinthia sat down Corinthia noticed Suzette across the room staring at her while she was locking the door and walking towards them to sit also. The sisters each sat beside Corinthia and began to undress her. Chris started with Corinthia’s blouse and bra and Suzette told Corinthia to stand so she could take off her mini skirt, underwear and garters.
The sisters, once getting Corinthia totally naked, began to lick and suck her nipples making her quiver all over. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Her husband had never turned her on this fast and this hard. She wanted to fuck someone and told Chris that it wasn’t fair for her to get all the licks. Chris looked up at her and laughed because she knew what Corinthia really meant.
Chris walked over to her closet and reached way up on top of the shelf and pulled down her 10 inch strap-on that her and Suzette used on each other at night. She began to lick the dildo and by the time she got to Corinthia she was doing a blowjob like Corinthia had never seen. Suzette was fingering Corinthia by this point and knew that she herself was ready to explode. Chris gave Suzette the strap-on in her ass and they stood there fucking while Corinthia watched amazed.
Corinthia knew that this was something that she had always dreamt of but couldn’t move. She was totally entranced by the two sisters. Finally the girls realized that Corinthia was watching and they decided to let her have a little fun. The girls all moved over to the queen sized bed of Suzettes and lay beside each other.
Finally Suzette got on her knees and asked Corinthia if she wanted to taste her pussy. “Of course!” said Corinthia as Suzette was placing her pussy over Corinthia’s’ mouth. Corinthia didn’t know right away what to do but Suzettes pussy smelled so good it was like Corinthia was drawn to it and began to lick. The more she licked the kitty the more she started to munch on that beaver. She couldn’t believe how wonderful this woman’s pussy tasted.
Corinthia and Suzette decided to change positions so that Chris could join in. Corinthia was still eating Suzettes snatch and Chris moved up behind Corinthia and started to lick her pussy. Finally Corinthia’s’ pussy was wet enough for Chris to insert the 10 inches and the next thing Corinthia knew was her pussy was being fucked fast and furious.
Corinthia began to slap Suzettes’ ass and the next thing she knew Suzette was creaming in her mouth. She didn’t know what to do so she kept swallowing the cum and finally after Suzette stopped rocking her hips Corinthia licked her pussy and asshole clean. The girls changed position once again and Corinthia used the strap-on with Chris.
Corinthia was fucking Chris while Suzette was twisting Chris’ tits…..they were so big had to be 44DDs if she wasn’t mistaken. Chris wasn’t on her knees for long as her big tits swung back and forth. Corinthia was fucking her so hard she was starting to fall off the bed. Corinthia grabbed her by her tits and pulled her back and Chris landed on Corinthia’s hard 10 inch cock.
Corinthia hadn’t heard Chris deep throat moan until that moment and Corinthia realized thats how Chris liked it. So, Corinthia decided to let Chris have her way until she was close to coming and then she would eat Chris’ hot wet pussy.
While all of this was going on Corinthia was fingering Suzettes’ pussy when Suzette got up from the bed and ran to her closet. She brought back a 9 inch dildo and asked Corinthia if she would fuck her with it. Of course Corinthia said yes and began her journey. Everyone was getting a good fuck now as Chris turned around on the strap-on and started to kiss Corinthia.
Chris whispered in Corinthia’s ear and asked her if she liked it all. Corinthia thought for one single moment and then answered yes and that she would like to come back another time and try the other sisters if possible. Chris told her that it would be okay, the other girls would give her a good time and even her mother would if that’s what Corinthia wanted.
Corinthia smiled as Chris started to climax and pushed her off the strap-on. As Chris slid off Corinthia bent between her legs and sucked her rock hard clit until Chris was begging her in high shrieks to lick it and lick it fast and hard. Corinthia soon had another mouthful of warm tasty cum but this time it was the other sisters.
Corinthia was laughing inside that she fucked two sisters in one day. It had all been so very interesting, she never thought that she could do anything like this but she proved to herself that this was exactly what she needed in her every day life.
Suzette was sitting on the edge of the bed fingering her pussy and licking her finger while watching her sister cum in Corinthia’s mouth. She traded her finger for the dildo and the next thing she knew she was coming herself.
The girls decided it was time to fuck Suzette good so Chris started with the strap on in her wet pussy and Corinthia used the dildo in Suzettes asshole. Suzette was being fucked so fast and so good that it only took minutes for her to moan in sweet delight while she came again this time all over the two girls.
As all the girls lay on the bed rubbing each other they decided to have another girls night the following week. Corinthia licked Chris’ tits and gave her a kiss and then did the same to Suzette. She told the girls to give her a call while leaving the number on the nightstand and she left with a smile on her face that had never been put there before.
As she walked into her house she thought back about the day and knew that she would never experience something like that ever again in her life. She not only had her fantasy fulfilled she made new friends and that was the best part of all. She couldn’t wait until the next meeting and hoped to meet another sister. She went to the bathroom and stripped down deciding to take a hot bath.
While laying in the bath with her eyes shut she started to relax and began to play with her pussy. Doing this she didn’t realize her husband had walked in and saw what she was doing. He made a noise and she came to staring into his eyes. She got out of the bathtub and walked him to the living room couch, stripped him down and started to fuck him hard.
After their little tryst Corinthia lay in her husbands arms and falling into a deep sleep she told him that today was one of the best days she had ever had. He told her “That’s good honey. Whatever put you into this mood I hope you don’t stop.”
Corinthia lay thinking about the two voluptuous sisters and told him “No worries hon. I won’t stop for a very long time.”
But this was all just a dream right? Or was it?

My pussy is so wet right now. Just thinking about being fucked up the ass has me so wet. I like all the work it takes to get my ass open and ready to be fucked. Wet, lubed fingers sliding in and out while my pussy is being massaged by a stiff dick.
Then a butt plug: large and stretching. Makes me moan in pain/pleasure. My pussy dripping. Your dick sliding in and out of my wetness while my ass is opening. Ready for you. You slide the plug in and out while I moan, beg to be fucked in the ass. You’re smacking my ass. It stings so good.
{Damn my pussy is wet right now - My panties are soaked through.}
I’d like it very much if you were here in my office fingering my pussy. Telling me what a nasty bitch I am for speaking to you this way. Making me get on my knees and suck your dick. You would hold my hair and fuck my face.
Lean me over my chair and slap my ass; Letting me know who is in control. That I should “Shut my mouth unless there’s a dick in it.” Pulling my pants down and sliding your dick up and down my wet slit.
{That would feel so good right now.}
My pussy slurping with delight. My ass pushing back against you, wanting you to enter me. You slide the head of your dick around my pussylips while I moan in frustration. Teasing me; Making me beg for it.
“Fuck this sweet pussy.”
“Your nasty bitch needs to cum”
“Please, I need to be fucked.”
“My pussy wants you inside”
You’d slap my ass HARD. Say, “I told you to shut the fuck up.” Without any prep, you’d use pussy juice and precum to thrust your dick inside my ass. I’d scream only to get another slap on the ass, harder than the last.
My hands behind me, you’d grab both wrists and fuck me, pulling my arms, leaning back for leverage. My ass begins to accommodate your size. Screams turn to moans.
I like taking it up the ass. My ass is so tight and warm. Not to mention sensitive. I beg to have a hand free so I can play with my clit. You tell me it will cost me later, but you’ll allow it. My hand flies to my pussy and begins the familiar circles.
Mmmm, I’m almost there.
My pussy spasms. Jealous of the dick in my ass; contracting as if holding on to the dick only centimeters away. Filling my backside. My ass bouncing with joy. You slow your pace. Tell me “You’ll cum when I say you cum.”
You lean over and spit in the crack of my ass. The warm saliva lubricating my open asshole. Letting you slide in and out unhurriedly, leisurely, sensually. It feels so good, my moans are becoming one.
A nasty bitch’s song.
I slow the hand on my clit, afraid I’d cum without permission. You tell me that this ass is too good to rush. You want to savor it. Take your time. Make sure I feel used later. I beg to cum.
I’ve been close since you were fucking my face. It was rough and nasty and now you’re deep in my ass, calling me all kinds of names, and it’s too much. My circuits are melting.
“You like it up the ass, don’t you slut?”
“You found out just what a freak you are and now you can’t go back.”
“Being a good girl is too hard for you. Deep inside, you’re a whore waiting to happen.”
It’s all too much. Your words are turning me on and my cit is pulsating. My pussy is vibrating. My teeth are aching. I need to cum so bad. I want you to cum deep in my ass. I want us to cum together. Are you ready?
I’ll take that as a yes.
We’re standing now. I am full of want, need, desire. You grab my hair, Push me against the wall. Your dick is still buried in my ass. You fuck me hard against the immovable surface. I can’t run, there’s no room and you have pinned tightly.
You’re slamming into my ass hard. Fucking me with all you’ve got. I scream. I wasn’t prepared for this brutal fucking after the way you made love to my ass just seconds before. You push my head to the side, biting my shoulders and neck. Pinching the sides of my breasts, my nipples pressed in to the wall.
Your dick is pounding into me. I beg you to slow down. To take it easy. You tell me a nasty bitch like me wants it, needs it rough. That I should learn to take it. You continue to ravage my ass and soon, I can hear your growl. Your nut is close.
The sounds you’re making have me on the edge. You’re fucking me so good, so hard. I’m going to cum. I scream your name. I am loud and lack any hint of embarrassment. The whole world should know who made me cum like that.
Thank You.

I have a lot on my mind. Tonight I am going to push my dear one like I’ve never pushed him before. You notice how distracted I am as I finish my meal and you want to ask what is wrong, but know better. You clear away the dishes as I walk into the other room.
I place a tray on the table and start adding the items I am planning on using tonight. Once I have assembled everything, I cover it with a heavy cloth and walk back into the dining room and sit down. I grow impatient waiting for you to finish your chores.
You walk into the dinning room and kneel at my side but don’t say a word, waiting for my command. My hand reaches down and plays with your hair. My mind spinning with the plans I have in store for you. Up to this point I’ve not pushed you, but tonight will be a test of how much you truly do trust me.
I ask you to stand.
“Dear one, please go and get the covered tray from the other room and take it to our playroom. Then I want you to go and shower and return to the playroom naked.”
You stand immediately and run to do as I ask. As you walk past me with the tray, I see that you are a bit nervous, as I’ve never asked you to do this before with out knowing what is coming next.
I go to my room, shower, and put on a black leather vest and short skirt with my stiletto heels. I apply fresh make up and a touch of perfume. I want to look especially good for you tonight. I want you to think only of me.
I walk into our playroom and you are standing there, waiting for me. I can see in your eyes that you like the way I look, and I can’t help but notice that you are aroused.
I ask, “dear one, have you started playing without me?”
You cast your eyes down respectfully, and I hear uncertainty in your voice, ” No, Mistress”.
“dear one look at me,” I command, looking at you and smiling as I tap your partially erect cock, “Then this must mean that you are just pleased to see me?”
Raising your eyes to look at me, you quickly respond “I am always pleased to see you, Mistress”.
I walk to you and touch your face gently with my hand.
“Good!” I respond. “I have plans for you tonight. I will need you to trust me like you’ve never done before.”
For the first time, I see fear in your eyes. Your breathing is a bit faster, as you say, “I trust you with my life Mistress”.
“Before we begin, dear one, at anytime, if you can’t take it any more, you must use your safe word. Do you understand me?”
“Yes Mistress,” you reply, “if I need to, I will use my safe word.”
I instruct you to lie down on the bed on your back. You do as I ask, turning your head to look at me. I walk slowly over to the dresser, my heels clicking loudly on the tiled floor. I pull open the dresser and take out two sets of handcuffs; one end of each set lined in a soft fur. I turn and walk over to the bed slowly. Your eyes never leaving me, I lay the cuffs on the bed and run my fingers through your hair. My hand caresses your face.
“dear one, are you ready to begin?” I ask.
Looking up at me you smile, but I can tell you are very nervous, as you say, “Yes Mistress”.
I walk over to the covered tray and pick up a pair of earplugs. I walk back to you and instruct you to place them in your ears and let me know if you can hear anything once they are in. You assure me that you cannot. I take your left hand and place the first cuff on it, then pull it up to the post and attach it. I move to the other side and do the same thing. Your eyes never leave me. I look down at you and I can see you are still aroused and I am quite pleased.
I turn and go back to the tray and pull out a bind fold. I slowly walk back to you turning it in my hands. Your smile starts to fade and your breathing becomes a bit faster. I kneel on the bed looking down at you. The blindfold is in my hands.
Knowing that you can’t hear me I mouth to you, “Do you trust me?”
You answer, “Yes Mistress,” and with that I place the blindfold over your eyes.
I turn and sit down in a chair across the room and watch you. We’ve never done this before. You lay there quietly waiting for me. Five minutes pass and you begin to turn your head as if trying to find me. Ten minutes pass and you are restless, but trying to stay still. You are sweating a little and are still aroused. I am so excited about what is in store for you, that I begin to play with my self. I am moist thinking of the fun we will be sharing. After fifteen minutes have passed, I walk up to you and see that tears have started to fall. My heart goes out to you. It takes all my will not to wipe them away.
I walk over to the tray and pull out a feather. I then come back to you and starting at your feet, touch you lightly with the feather. Gliding it up your leg, across your stomach and down the other leg to your foot. You jump at the touch of the feather, but seem relieved that I am there. I wait three minutes before touching you again, your head turning from side to side as if to find me. The feather then moves up your right arm across your chest and down your left arm. It swirls around your face, which is damp with sweat and tears. Oh, how I want to kiss your tears away.
Then the feather traces down your chest, sides, and then circles your manhood. I am pleased at the reaction it causes. I pull the feather away, and walk back to the tray. I take out a whip and a piece of satin. I strike you on the upper thigh. You jump and I hear a soft whimper, but it only leaves a light red mark on your thigh. I rub the mark with the satin. I move to the other thigh and do the same. SMACK on your thigh. You wince. I lightly strike your balls and you cry out just a little. I then rub the satin on your balls and I see your cock grow a little.
I walk to the door and let some friends in who understand what I want them to do and they prepare themselves as I have instructed. Three minutes later you feel gloved hands pulling at your nipples and massaging your chest, then you feel hands that have nylons on them caressing your upper and lower legs. You lay very still. Then you feel your arms being massaged with soft fur all the while your chest and legs are being working on.
You feel the bed depress as the nylon hands move your legs wide part. Wet lips on your cock, the nylon hands now caress your balls. The lips are working your cock as it grows. You moan softly, knowing from past experiences that you are not allowed to cum unless commanded.
You feel gloved hands moving up your arms and the handcuffs being removed from the headboard and your arms being placed gently down to your side. The gloved hands instruct you to roll over onto your stomach. Then your arms are moved over your head again and reattached to the headboard. You are prompted to lift up your hips and you feel a pillow being slid under you. The hands guide you so that your behind is up in the air and your breathing become faster. But nothing happens. At first you are quite still, but then you start moving your hips slightly. Then you become very still again. I am watching you. You have such a sexy butt.
I have my friends leave the room; this will be just for us to share. I quietly undress and strap on a cock. After a few minutes you feel something being applied to you. It is cool and you know it a gel as the hands now are spreading your cheeks apart and spreading the gel along your crack.
Then fingers slide into you. You tense up and the fingers stop moving until you relax again. Once you are relaxed the fingers start to move in and out of you, going deeper each time. I see you biting your lower lip, and watch your breathing.
I crawl up behind you and adjust you so that I can enter you for the first time. I apply the gel to the cock and then start to slide it into you. You groan and your head rises. I stop letting you adjust to the feeling. Then slowly move in a little deeper. I continue to move in slowly until the cock is all the way in you. I hear you moaning and sniffing. I know that you are crying.
I reach down and caress your balls and check you are very hard. This excites me and I begin to move in and out of you. You are now rocking and match my rhythm as your moans grow louder. I am so turned on and the moisture growing between my legs fuels me on. As I move in and out of you, my hand caresses your balls. I feel them getting tight so I back off. I hear you whimper and know you want to find release. I put my shoes back on, pull off my gloves and unhook your hands from the headboard. I massage your arms and set them down, and then pull out your earplugs.
I say to you, “dear one, roll over and lay still. But do not answer me; just do as I say. Nod your head if you understand me.” You nod your head.
I see you start to roll over and I pull the pillow out from under you. You are so beautiful. Your body glistening, and you are so hard. You hear me walk away and then the door opens and closes. I slip my shoes off and quietly walk back to the bed. You follow my instructions and lay still. But I can see you are worried that I have left you.
I stand at the foot of the bed masturbating as I watch you, thinking how I will feel with your cock buried deep in me. I am very close to cumming and I move onto the bed. You open your mouth but close it right away. I smile, you are doing so well, and I know how hard this is for you. I lean down and take your beautiful erect cock in my mouth. Your body shudders. I suck you briefly as I can see you are so close. Then I straddle you, and position your cock to enter me and slide down. You hold your breath. I lean forward and play with your nipples and I move my hips in a small circles.
You open your mouth and I see you mouth, “Please…please.”
I continue to move my hips around and pinch and pull on your nipples. You groan and I feel your hips moving under me. I know that you can’t take much more, and I am so close.
I ask you, ” dear one, do you want to cum?”
You don’t say anything, so I then say, “You may respond to my questions. Do you want to cum?”
You reply in an animal tone, “Yes Mistress.”
Hearing your tone and how turned on I am. I start to move up and down. It doesn’t take to long and I am ready to explode, so I look down at you and say, “CUM NOW!!!” That is all you need and you release. You fill me, your body going rigid and then finally relaxing back down on the bed.
Oh, how you have pleased me. I lay on top of you, kissing your neck and your face. I roll off of you and take your blindfold off. You look at me. I touch your face and tell you how pleased I am with you. I get up and walk into the bathroom. I bring out a bowl of warm water and several wash clothes. I gently wash you and dry you off. I clean up as well. I return to you and I pull you close to me. You lay your head on my shoulder and I stroke your hair as you drift off to sleep in my arms.

It’s funny how when there is something that a part of us wants to do while another part doesn’t, we sometimes build up walls to guard ourselves against giving in to our weaker side. Such was the case with my wife Sally when it came to my desire to see her with a black man. I had gotten so used to her throwing those walls up that I had quit even consciously thinking about it. But, you know, it’s funny how sometimes if you just leave a wall alone, don’t do anything to tear it down or to reinforce it, it will start to crumble on its own. That was the case with Sally and the crumbling was so subtle that I think not even she realized it and I certainly didn’t recognize it until the wall was almost totally in a shambles.
There were plenty enough signs. Suddenly she started to seem to be frustrated and discontent with herself and with her life in general. Where she had always been active in her church activities, almost to the point where it seemed to be an obsession with her, she suddenly started expressing almost dread at having to go to this or that activity, a lot of times saying she would just like to stay home and rest instead. At the time, I just chalked it up to her actually being tired from her heavy workload. Then again, sometimes she would just say that she sometimes wished she could just chuck it all and quit going like other people she had known. At these times, I made sure to stay indifferent, if not protest that she knew she didn’t want to do that. She actually did stop doing some of the things, occasionally skipping a meeting or activity that she would never have missed before. Still that was not any indication to me what was going on in her mind.
Then she was also frustrated with her appearance and she finally seemed determined to do something about it. It was amazing how quickly the pounds came off and how she worked herself into a much more fit condition, especially for her age. I made sure I complimented her as I saw the way she kept looking better and better every week, even joking a couple of times that she might be looking for a boyfriend. She would just laugh and say that maybe she was. I just passed it off as joking. There was no way I was ever going to get my hopes up that there was anything like that in our future.
Let me give you a little background that makes this whole thing even more surprising. My wife is in her mid-fifties and to my knowledge has never been unfaithful to me, even though I, as stated before, have often tried to coax her into opening up and experimenting sexually. She had gotten up to around 200 pounds, which on her five foot six frame was not grossly fat, but much heavier than she would like. With her recent exercise and dieting, she has really become quite attractive, trimming down to an almost svelte 145 and surprisingly still maintaining her 38d breasts that show surprisingly little sag for a lady her age. She had definitely become a much more attractive lady and subsequently our sex life became much improved. Still, we would often use the black fantasy for further stimulus and I still hoped that it would someday become a reality, although I had long since quit mentioning it at all except in a joking manner.
Despite all the physical and mental changes she had undergone in such a short time, I still had no reason to believe that anything was going on until recently. My suspicions became more aroused on a recent Friday night.
I had switched shifts, working an evening shift, and about midway through the evening I decided to call Sally and let her know that I would be staying over for a couple of hours after work to cover for another employee. There was no answer when I called our home. At first I was surprised and then I remembered that she goes to her my mother in laws house every other Friday to play games. Things became a little more suspicious when I called there and learned that they were not playing games that night and Sally had not been there at all. What could she be up to?
By the time I arrived home that early morning, Sally was in bed. I took my shower and sat there on the edge of the bed just staring at her for a moment or two. It was almost like I was looking for something that might be a clue if something was really going on I should know about.
She was wearing a flannel gown that went nearly to her knees, so I could not get a look at her body for any telltale signs without awakening her. Accepting this, I slid into the bed, turned out the light and cuddled up with her, enjoying her light, sleepy sigh as she snuggled tighter against me.
I tried to drift off to sleep, but I my mind was racing, envisioning her in different sexual situations. I had to know. My suspicions were confirmed as soon as my hand touched her sex. She squirmed slightly from the light contact of my fingers and I discovered that she was very wet and very open. I know it might sound crazy, but I let my finger dip slightly into her gaping cunt, bringing my fingers to my mouth and tasting them. There was no doubt she had been well fucked earlier that evening. The wetness was definitely not just her juices. Her open, steamy pussy was full of manjuice and her thighs were sticky from where she had leaked onto them in her sleep. Now I knew, she had been with someone and from the way she was still gaping, he was obviously well hung. Could it be that she had finally, on her on, granted my wish? Content with the knowledge I now possessed, I drifted off to sleep, knowing I would soon find out one way or another what had transpired.
She had already awakened and left for work by the time I got up the next morning, so I had a few hours to let my imagination go wild. I discovered the panties that she had so carelessly left lying in the bathroom floor. Sure enough, they were still wet and sticky. She had obviously gotten quite a filling from some stud.
I was all ready to confront her and find out what had happened, when she called and said she was going shopping after she got off work. From the tone of her voice, I sensed that she was nervous about something and figured she was just putting off the inevitable a while longer.
When she did come home, a couple of hours later, she headed straight to the bathroom, barely taking time to give me our usual hug and kiss. I was really getting antsy by the time she came out of the bathroom.
“Was he good?” I asked, my arms circling her waist, my lips teasing her neck.
“What are you talking about, hon’?” she replied, a tremble going through her body.
“Awwwwwww, come on, babe. I know you got fucked last night.” I laughed, letting my hand drift down her belly, causing her to jerk as I cupped her mound through her clothes. “Did you go fuck him again when you got off work?”
“Oh God, don’t make this any harder.” she pleaded, her words coming out in almost a sob as her eyes started to tear up. “I’m sorry, hon’.”
“Hey, babe, it’s okay. I’m not mad.” I assured her, turning her to me and kissing her lips gently. “At least I won’t be as long as you tell me what happened.”
“Promise?” she asked, sniffling slightly, a tear rolling down her cheek. “I never meant for it to go this far. I just flirted a little too much and things went to far before I knew it.”
“I told you it was okay.” I soothed her, leading her over to the couch and sitting down, holding her hand gently as I stared into her eyes. “Lord knows I asked for it. Just tell me about it, please.”
“Well, you know how a month or so ago, you were joking with me about me looking for a boyfriend?” she began, gently squeezing my hand.
“Yes….but I was just kidding.” I replied, suddenly finding myself getting an erection just thinking about where this conversation was going.
“I knew you were, but the fact of the matter is, there was a guy who had really been flirting a lot with me at the time, a black guy.” she blurted out, a look of uncertainty in her eyes. “He comes in to work a lot and as I started losing weight he kept flirting, making comments about how hot I was looking and how the guys were going to be all over me if I kept it up.”
“Well, what do you expect, hon’?” I asked, anxious to hear more. “After all, you are pretty hot looking, especially for an “older” lady.”
“It was all innocent at first and I really thought it would stay that way.” she continued, blushing slightly, probably recalling how it had begun. “Even though his flirtations definitely had sexual overtones, I thought I could trust, if not him, at least myself. After all, he was pretty discreet and never really said much if anyone else was in earshot.”
“Sounds like he is a pretty smooth operator.” I commented, thinking it might ease any guilt she was feeling.
“He was, really a little too smooth for me to handle.” she laughed nervously. “I thought nothing of it when he asked me to meet him for lunch.”
She then revealed that they had started having lunch together a couple of times a week and as she became more comfortable with him she had made a fatal mistake.
“What kind of mistake?” I asked, having a feeling I knew already, but wanting to hear it from her.
“Well, I told him about our fantasies and about how you had tried for a long time to talk me into making them a reality.” she said, haltingly, even now realizing what a mistake that had probably been. “I felt so comfortable with Darren that I didn’t think anything about it. It just came out.”
“Soooooo….let me guess.” I laughed, wanting to get on to the “juicy” details. “He talked you into going out with him and he got you a little tipsy and seduced you?”
“Well, actually no. It didn’t happen that way at all.” she almost laughed, knowing that is what I had figured. “Actually, I was on my way to the store last night and I noticed his car broken down at the side of the road. He was working on it and I stopped to see if I could help in some way.”
She explained that after several minutes, he gave up on getting the car running and told her that if she would give him a ride home, he would clean up and take her to dinner. Having nothing better to do, and wanting to help a friend in need, she agreed.
“We got to his apartment and he quickly offered me a drink, just a coke, while he got cleaned up.” she said, her voice sounding a bit dreamy as she started remembering details. “I have to admit, I was having second thoughts, but felt I was in complete control until he came out of the bathroom.”
“Why, what happened then, honey?” I asked, knowing things were about to get even more interesting.
“Well, he wasn’t wearing a shirt.” she began, licking her lips nervously. “Gawd, he is soooo built. It seemed like every where I looked a muscle rippled under his flawless dark skin.”
“There must have been something in the look I was giving him.” she continued, her words measured as if preparing me for what happened next. “Before I knew what was happening, he had taken my hand, pulling me to him, his full, soft lips meeting mine in a kiss that took my breath away.”
She told me that the kiss seemed to last for several minutes and she was so focused on that kiss that she hardly realized his hands were on her butt, pulling her so close that she could feel the heat from him through their clothes and feel him getting hard. Before she even had time to tear her thoughts away from that long, velvety tongue in her mouth, one of his hands had closed over her breast, making her nipple hard almost instantly. What shocked her even more was the fact that she suddenly realized her hand had slipped between them and was slowly stroking him through his pants. He felt huge and thick.
“I told him we needed to stop before things went too far.” she said, her voice now having an almost breathless quality.
“And what did he say then?” I asked, almost knowing the answer before I asked.
“Well, he said if I could honestly tell him I didn’t want to try some of what I was feeling, he would get dressed and take me to dinner.” she murmured, her eyes looking dreamy as she recalled that moment of commitment. “Otherwise, he was going to take me to his bed and give me the kind of loving he knew I really needed.”
When she didn’t answer or release her grasp on his thick tool, he moved slightly away, a strong arm around her waist as he led her to his bedroom.
They stood next to the bed, kissing slowly, sensuously as their hands moved over each others bodies, removing the obstacles that stood between the mating of their flesh. When they were both nude, he slowly eased her back onto the bed, his hands parting her thighs as he knelt on the bed, gently kissing the tingling flesh all around her suddenly wet sexmound.
“Did he eat your wet pussy?” I laughed, warming to her story and anxious to hear more. “Is he better at it than I am.”
“Ohmigawd Yesssssssssssss!” she suddenly hissed, almost as if she was reliving the experience. “His lips were so full and soft and seemed to cover my whole pussy at once. His tongue was sooooooooooo long and velvety and his fingers were so big that they felt almost as big as your cock when he started working them in and out of me slowly while he sucked and licked all over my pussy. I think I had my first orgasm in just seconds and they just kept coming and coming one after another.”
She told me that he slurped and probed at her sopping vagina until she actually heard herself begging him to stop. She was soaking wet and so weak she thought she might pass out.
“He grinned at me wickedly and said that the only way he was gonna quit eating my sweet pussy was if I was ready to have it filled with his hard black dick.” she recalled, her hand slipping between her legs, unconciously fondling herself. “I opened my eyes and looked down at where his cock was, just an inch or so from my pussy. Gawd it was so huge and black!”
“How big was it, hon’?” I asked, knowing from the way she had been so opened and gaping the other night that it had to be huge. “Did it scare you?”
“Well, it’s not like I took time to measure it.” she giggled, blushing at her own joke. “But, he said it was twelve inches and I have to believe it. And yes, there was a moment there when I was afraid I would not be able to handle it, especially when he suddenly pushed into me. I have never been so stretched in my life. It almost hurt, but it was a good hurt.”
She went on to explain that the pain had gradually started to be replaced by the most exquisite feeling of fullness as he slowly worked inch after inch of his thick, throbbing hardness into her, stopping from time to time and kissing her to let her adjust to his size. He had taken nearly ten minutes before he had his full length in her, so big that the head and quite a bit of his meat was actually inside her womb, something she had never imagined before.
“I just couldn’t get enough.” she sighed, smiling dreamily. “I kept begging him to fuck me harder and harder. I felt like such a slut, but I didn’t care as long as he never stopped fucking me.”
“Hmmmmmmm…sounds like you had quite a time.” I laughed, now cuddling up to her, my lips teasing her neck while I gently kneaded one of her heaving breasts. “Did you get enough of it to get it out of your system?”
“Ohhhhhhh gaaaaawwwdddd…honey, we were both insatiable. I didn’t know a man could possibly do it that much and still cum so much every time.” she smiled. “He must have pounded me for a half hour that first time….and then we just cuddled and after awhile he asked me to suck him.”
“Did you suck him off or just get him hard and ready again?” I laughed, a bit nervous as I realized how hooked she appeared to be.
“Well, he wanted me to stop, but he was oozing so much and tasting so good that I wanted to taste him.” she grinned, licking her lips even as she remembered it. “But then, almost as soon as he came, he was back in me again. He came in me two more times before I finally got control of myself enough to notice the time and told him I needed to go.”
“Well, sounds like you really came out of your shell, babe.” I said, smiling to reassure her that I was not in the least angry with her.
“Ummmmmhuuuuuh! I would never have believed it.” she giggled, obviously relieved that I seemed to be so happy for her. “He wasn’t through though.”
“Whatta you mean?” I asked.
“Well, he suggested that I should probably shower before I went home, you know, in case you were home.” she said, blushing slightly at her latest admission. “Anyway, I refused to shower by myself and we got carried away again and……”
“I get your drift.” I laughed, realizing that was why she was still so wet and open when I discovered her. “So, where do we go from here?”
“I don’t really know, hon’.” she admitted, concern suddenly etched on her face. “You may have started something you can’t control.”
“Well, I don’t really mind. It was what I asked for all these years, I suppose.” I replied, not really knowing what else to say. “I just don’t want you slipping around behind my back. I would like to be a part of it, if he will allow that.”
“Funny, we were just talking about that awhile ago.” she said, grinning mischeviously to let me know why she had been late getting home from work.
“And……..?” I asked, hoping for the answer I wanted to hear.
“Honey, he said he has no problem with that at all.” she assured me. “As a matter of fact, you are not the first white husband who has wanted to watch him do his thing.”
“Good, because I want to be a part of your pleasure.” I concluded, hoping I didn’t sound too willing and anxious.
“Matter of fact, he said he has no problem with you getting “really” involved in it.” she said, amused at what I had to be thinking. “I think I would like to see that.”
“Well, let’s take it a step at a time, hon’.” I said, suddenly feeling a bit nervous at what her words implied.
As I sit here writing this, Sally is on the phone with her new lover, has been for over an hour. Even though we had some of the hottest sex of our lives following her confession, she still seems ready for more. They have been laughing a lot and I can’t help but wonder what they have planned when he comes over later tonight. Maybe I will tell you all about that at a later time.

When my husband and I last visited St. Martin in November and December, we spent a day on clothing-optional Cupecoy Beach, where you never know what you might see or experience. It’s a very sexually-charged beach. We weren’t disappointed.
It was getting late in the afternoon and there were only a few people left on the beach. We both were pretty horny from the hot sun and naked bodies, when my husband initiated some R-rated petting. We were lying on our stomachs and he began to caress my ass and thighs. I spread my legs to give him better access.
I hadn’t been paying any attention to the few people around us, but my husband was. He whispered, “Check out the guy over by the rocks.”
I moved my head slightly and saw a young man – probably in his early 20s – standing about 20 feet from us. He had curly black hair, a nice athletic body, and olive-colored skin. His penis was uncircumsized, which always kind of excites me, because it’s different from what I’m used to seeing. He was trying to look like he wasn’t staring at us. And his cock was growing.
My husband whispered to me, “Let’s give him a little show and see what happens.” With that, he cupped his hand over my crotch and inserted a finger in my vagina. At the same time, he turned onto his side so our voyeur could see my hand on his (my husband’s) cock. We proceeded to masturbate each other openly.
The young man’s cock immediately rose to well above the horizontal, grew to an impressive length with a slight curve to his left, and obviously was rock-hard. Meanwhile, I was getting extremely hot watching him and feeling my husband’s hand fingering my clit, which was pretty stiff, itself. And I could feel my husband’s cock growing longer and harder with each stroke of my hand.
The guy by the rocks watched intently as my husband and I masturbated each other. He still hadn’t touched himself. My husband raised up on one elbow and called to him: “You look like you’d like to join in the fun.”
The young man looked around, as if to say, “Who, me?” By then, the sun was beginning to set and we were the only people left on the beach.
“Why don’t you come over here? I’m sure my wife would like to feel that tool of yours,” my husband said to him. With a shy, embarrassed smile, the young man walked over and sat down next to us. My husband and I sat up and introduced ourselves.
“I’m Scott and this is Susan,” my husband said, offering his hand.
“I’m Sergio,” the young man said, sneaking a look at my husband’s erection. “It’s nice to meet you both.”
“We have a pretty liberal attitude toward sex,” I told Sergio, “but we also are careful. We don’t do anything that could put us at risk. So, if you’d like to play with us a little, we’d be glad to do anything short of oral of genital intercourse.”
“I understand,” Sergio nodded. “I’m careful, too.”
With that, I reached toward his cock and asked, “May I?”
“Yes, I’d like that,” Sergio said, and he moved closer. “Do you mind if I touch you, too?”
“Of course, not, ” I smiled.
I slid my hand the length of Sergio’s cock, which was so hard, it felt as if it was going to burst its skin. My husband’s erect penis is about 7 inches. Based on that, I’d guess Sergio’s was closer to 8, but not as thick as Scott’s. Meanwhile, Sergio rubbed his palm over my pussy lips, then concentrated on my clit. I was dripping wet.
While Sergio and I were fondling each other, Scott was playing with himself and enjoying the show. After several minutes, I said, “Sergio, would you like to watch us fuck?”
“I would,” he said. “Will you finish me when you’re done?” I said I’d be delighted.
So, that’s what we did. I mounted Scott, because that way I get the most clitoral stimulation and he can delay his orgasm as long as it takes me to cum. Sergio walked around us several times, watching from different angles, until I had a shuddering orgasm. Then, Scott took me from behind – his favorite position – and quickly shot a huge load into my cunt.
By then, Sergio was beside himself with excitement. He came to me and waited for me to bring him the release he desperately needed. A half-dozen or so strokes with my hand resulted in a tremendous orgasm, with Sergio shouting loudly as his cum shot in a high arc into the sand.
Then, the three of us staggered into the waves to wash ourselves and get to know each other a little better. It was a wonderful, exciting experience. To this day, Scott and I use it often in our foreplay and it never fails to arouse me all over again.

Monica’s dance was performed with the gracefulness of someone who had taken ballet and gymnastics for years. Every subtle sway to the left was an art form; every movement to the left a sonnet. Her thin frame, if she moved the wrong way, could have snapped in two. But Monica had danced this dance for me numerous times. Every choreographed pose was memorized.
This dance was special.
For three years Monica and I had dated and she knew practically everything about me. She knew what turned me on, and her dance routine was a combination of sexuality and her love for me. In just under three days we would be getting married, and it seemed as if this would be the last chance for her to perform the dance as my fiancee.
She had turned on some sexy classical music; for some reason, she got turned on when she danced to this piece. She told me when the cymbals crashed, she felt it deep in her pussy; when the horns reached a crescendo, her nipples would harden.
Monica’s dance had different costumes every time, and the next time always proved to be better than the last. A lacy veil shielded her nose and her lips, a simple bustier made of soft velvet held her breasts, her flat belly was bare except for her piercing, and around her upper legs was a sheer skirt tied to her left hip. As she spun around, I caught a wisp of her bikini panties. Her dance was stimulating to the eye, to the mind, to the soul; every time she performed this dance I was aroused in more ways than sexual.
But I have to admit, my cock started to become erect as her movements entranced me; she shimmied her hips around like a belly dancer before starting to shake her body to the music. She rubbed her hands along the creases of her sexy abdomen, running them up over the bustier, then over the top of her breasts. She eyed me seductively.
As the tempo of the music increased, so did Monica’s dance. Kicking her right leg up as the violins and violas took it up a notch, I caught a glimpse again of her panties. She didn’t immediately bring the leg down, giving me more than a glimpse. She ran a hand from her ankle down her leg to her covered vaginal area and began to rub her pussy slowly on the material. She removed her hand, then lowered her leg.
Her hands then moved left to the hip where the skirt was tied. Her nimble fingers unsecured the knot before turning around, her ass facing me. She spread her arms, extending the silky skirt so that the front of her body was exposed. She swayed her ass against the material, in time to the music. She shifted her weight on her feet, moving the material against her ass. Then she wiggled her ass against the material as she rocked her body from side to side while lowering herself to the floor. Her feet were raised slightly and her legs were bent at the knees. When she got up, the material was on the floor and the back of her bikini panties was visible.
I could see the outline of her ass through the panties and as she cocked her head over her shoulder, she caught me staring at her ass. I don’t know how many times she caught me looking at it. I just love her little heart-shaped ass. I was absent-mindedly rubbing the crotch of my khakis, and when I glanced up at her, I saw her smiling at me through the veil. Her hands were in front of her up by her chest, and when she turned around, her hands were on the bustier and it was unsnapped in the front. She was moving to the music and still looking deeply into my eyes.
She moved closer to me and then straddled my waist. Letting the bustier hang, she grabbed my hands and placed them on her stomach. She then raised her hands to remove the veil as my hands slowly inched upward to her breasts. As the veil was removed, I saw again the reason I fell in love with her. Her smile is so dazzling it can stop my heart for a second, and her kiss tastes so good it revives me. I almost forgot what I was doing as her smile caught my eye, but as she placed her hands on mine and guided me upward, I quickly remembered my task.
My hands found her breasts and I lightly rubbed them. We would definitely be making love of the highest order tonight, not “fucking” or “having sex”. My thumbs teased her nipples, making them erect. I took the outside of my right index finger and grazed the inside of her left breast. She shivered, then leaned in and kissed me. As we were kissing, I took my hands off her breasts and gently removed the bustier, leaving her naked except for her bikini panties. After kissing me, she presented her breasts to me and I began to worship them, placing her palms on top of them, bringing them close to my face so I could lick her nipples. After I gave each nipple the proper attention they deserved, she slid out of my lap and onto the floor. Pushing my upper body back, she ran her fingertips down my polo shirt to my belt, where she unbuckled it while looking me right in the eyes. Continuing my disrobing, she never broke eye contact as my khakis were unbuttoned and unzipped, and she kept her eyes focused on mine as she slipped my pants down to my ankles.
Reaching out she grasped her cock, and I say her cock because my cock belongs to her. She began to stroke it in time to the music, her body swaying a little bit. Her dance all but finished, she was beginning to concentrate on pleasuring me rather than dancing. She started to lick me, conscious of the fact that she had brought me off many times this way, contented with herself. After she had slid my cock deep into her mouth, she released her grip and began to stand up. She then began to move her body as her thumbs hooked into her bikini panties, preparing the material for its long descent down her long, silky legs. As they found her ankles, Monica continued our staring contest, kicking out of the panties before straddling me once again.
Grabbing my cock again, she started to rub it against her pussy lips, brushing up with her clit on several swipes. She then impaled herself on my shaft, letting herself get used to the 7 inches she crammed in her pussy. She was shaved I noticed, just like she knows I like it.
She quickly got used to the feeling of my cock standing straight up, pointing directly at her womb. Then, with her eyes fixated at me, she wrapped her arms around my neck and started to rock her body back and forth, then around and around in my lap. Then she started bucking on me, and I could feel her pussy muscles start to grip my cock like a vise. It was only a matter of time before we would both cum. The dance, coupled with our touching each other, was building our mutual orgasm.
Monica was beside herself, whimpering as she drove my cock deeper and deeper into her. She was controlling the tempo of our love making. Only she would allow us to cum at the same time.
Not soon after, we both came together. I laid back with Monica’s body pinned under the weight of my arms, my cock still buried deep in her wet crevice. We kissed as the music ended, but our love making was not over.

Nicole and I had just left Beth in Nicole’s tent, sound asleep because she had been through a lot today, and had been up for nearly twenty-four hours. We headed to her friend’s tent, which was luckily just next door.
We arrived quickly, Nicole knocked on the door as she said: “Shauna, there is somebody here I would like you to meet.”
Shauna opened the door, and when she saw me froze. She stared at me for a few seconds, before saying: “Vinny! Is that really Vinny?”
Nicole replied: “It certainly is. His friend, Beth, is sleeping in my tent, so I was wondering if you would mind if I spent the night with you Shauna.”
She replied: “Of course you can, you don’t even need to ask.” Shauna looked me over, and softly asked: “Where is Vinny spending the night?”
I replied: “I promised to let Beth get a good night’s sleep, so as long as I am not too far from her, and we do not wake her up, I am pretty much open to suggestions.”
Nicole cautiously asked: “I know you have a magnificent group of girls by your side, I know a couple of them personally and they are very nice, so I am curious to know just what you’re up for tonight.”
“I have had a long day, too. But I had a few hours of sleep, so I am not too tired, however I can’t be seen in public, so you can’t invite anybody over, and you can’t tell anybody I am here. You can tell all the stories you want after we leave in the morning, but until then my presence has to be a secret. Other than that, I am yours for a few hours, what do you want to do?”
Nicole smiled brightly as she said: “I had fun getting fucked by you at the beach, but from what I heard from my friend whom you ate out, you’re pretty good with your tongue.”
Shauna was as white as a ghost as she heard her friend’s words. She snapped out of her daze just as Nicole finished speaking and agitatedly said: “Are you nuts Nicole? You basically just asked the leader of our gang to eat you out! That is not proper, show some respect.”
I casually replied: “Well, that’s not exactly what I had in mind, but let’s not rule out the possibility, however, since I have just met Shauna, how about a little ice breaker before?”
Nicole sighed deeply as Shauna looked at me stunned.
“So girls, how does a no holds barred game of Truth or Dare strike you?”
Nicole smiled broadly as she said: “Sounds perfect to me.”
Shauna was still in shock, and just looked back and forth between us.
I decided I should make her feel a little more comfortable, so I added: “I also promise to keep the dares tame until you are ready for some more involved activities.”
Shauna’s shock eased as she considered my words.
That’s when Nicole looked at her friend and said: “Come on Shauna, this will be fun, and you know Vinny is trustworthy, come on what do you say?”
Nicole’s eyes were pleading with her friend’s. Shauna hesitated a few seconds before she acquiesced and replied: “Ok, you’ve convinced me, I will play.” She stared seriously at her friend, and sternly said: “But you have to promise not to make me do anything sexual with Vinny until I am ready.”
Nicole smiled broadly as she enthusiastically said: “Yeah! You won’t regret this; it will be tons of fun.” She hugged her friend, and as she was pulling away said: “I take it you don’t mind if I get sexual with Vinny before you do?”
Shauna groaned as she said: “Is that all you ever think about?”
“Pretty much. I prefer getting into your pants most of the time,” she squeezed Shauna’s supple breasts with her hands for effect, to which Shauna squealed in response, and continued to knead them as she finished her sentence, “but Vinny is a special occasion.”
Passion was already beginning to flow between the girls as I followed the pair inside Shauna’s tent. Shauna had been relaxed, until we entered her tent; at that point she realised she had not cleaned up, and her dirty clothes were all over the place. She tried to make excuses as she began picking things up off the floor and throwing them into her hamper. Nicole was laughing her ass off as her friend franticly scampered around the room.
I just slowly pulled a pair of black, crotchless panties off a lamp and casually said: “I assume these weren’t modified since you bought them.”
Shauna froze in embarrassment when she noticed what I was holding. Nicole hooted at her friend as she giggled: “I haven’t seen you in those yet!”
Shauna tried to grab the panties from my hand, but I moved them out of reach, so she just ended up running up to me and her breasts crashed into my chest as she failed to stop in time. I placed my free hand against her blushing face as she tried to slink away and, as I raised her eyes back to meet mine, said: “How about we leave these out.”
She shyly looked at me with expectant eyes. I could see a faint glimmer of hope filling her soul.
“Maybe you will model these for me a little later.”
Shauna covered her face as she blushed. Nicole teasingly added: “I think Vinny is coming on to you girl.”
Shauna replied softly: “I think you may be right. But you could be more subtle when you say something like that.”
I replied: “I think the ice is broken, so why don’t we get something to drink and start the game, so I can see just how wild you girls are.”
Nicole replied: “I doubt you’re ready for us!”
“We’ll see.” I smiled devilishly.
Nicole’s smile faded as uncertainty set in. I casually had a seat on Shauna’s bed as I said: “Let’s get a few drinks and see where the evening takes us.”
Shauna and Nicole set about serving the drinks; Nicole located three clean glasses, while Shauna rummaged in her foot locker.
Nicole was first to complete her given task, and carrying three glasses said: “I think these are clean, there aren’t any signs they’ve had anything in them recently, save water.”
Just then Shauna pulled out an unopened bottle on five year old whiskey. She joyfully said: “I was keeping this for a special occasion, and I guess this qualifies.”
She happily poured all three of us each a large water glass of whiskey. Nicole, upon seeing the portions, hesitantly said: “Isn’t that an awful lot, I mean that stuff is potent.”
Shauna replied: “If you can’t finish your drink, I am certain Vinny or I will be glad to.”
I added: “I get dibs on it.”
Both girls smiled when I said that.
I added: “You really think you can get a biker like me drunk, on a single bottle of whiskey, even good whiskey?”
They both shook their heads.
I motioned for them to sit in front of me. They each grabbed a chair and sat a few feet away. When they were seated I said: “Ok, simple rules tonight. I will go first, whichever one of you I pick then gets to go next, after their Truth or Dare. You can turn down any Truth or Dare, but that means you have to take a drink from your whiskey glass, and I mean a good one. Anytime you pick Truth, the other can call you up if they think your answer is not deserving, at which point you have to either choose a double dare, and do it, no wussing out, or take two drinks. Any questions?”
Shauna replied: “Is there a limit to what you can dare?”
“No, after all, unless you lied, you can just chicken out and take a drink, but if you can’t chicken out, and you plead, I may declare a dare too harsh.”
Nicole brazenly said: “Why do you get veto rights?!”
I softly replied: “Because I am the leader of this gang.”
Shauna replied teasingly: “Nicole you dunce, why would you even question Vinny?”
Nicole slunk down as she said: “I got carried away, I am sorry.”
I hugged her close and tenderly said: “No worries, we’re here to have fun.”
I sat back and said: “Shauna, truth or dare?”
She replied proudly: “Dare.”
“A simple one for you, well I assume, given how you two act around each other; lock lips with Nicole, and let’s see you two kiss properly.”
Neither girl showed even the slightest hesitation as they faced each other, and French kissed passionately. I had to stop them after a minute, or I think they would have kept going until they ended up making love on the floor in front of me.
Once they were both sitting back down I addressed Shauna: “Ok, who do you want to pick as your victim?”
She shyly asked: “Can I pick you?”
“Normally no, but since we’re only three, sure, go ahead.”
“Truth or dare Vinny?”
I replied: “Your choice.”
She looked puzzled, then said: “Does that mean I can pick what you do?”
“Yep!”
“Cool. Then tell me the truth, will you really have sex with Nicole and me tonight if we want you to?”
Such a straight forward question, I replied honestly: “Little one, if either of you want me to fuck you, in any hole, I will. If either of you wants me to eat them out, rim them or hold them all night, I will. Basically, if you ask, I will do what you want.”
“Yes would have been good enough you know.”
“Yeah I know, but I didn’t want to leave any doubt.” I turned to Nicole and said: “Truth or Dare?”
“Dare, of course.”
I tauntingly replied: “I would never have guessed.” That got a giggle from both girls.
“Ok Nicole, you’re the brave one, so let’s have a little fun. I dare you to…” I left her hanging on purpose, “stick one of your fingers into your pussy, then Shauna’s, then lick it clean.”
She replied: “That’s it, you tease.”
“Maybe, but that’s your first dare, and the night is young.”
“Point taken.”
She reached into her shorts, plunged her finger into her pussy, and pulled it out dripping.
“Wet already?”
She smiled, pulled her friend’s shorts open, reached in, and plugged her finger into Shauna’s pussy, then pulled it out twice as wet as she said: “Yeah, but not half as much as Shauna.”
She seductively licked up the copious amount of juice from her finger. Then teasingly said: “Ambrosia, you really have to try it sometime.”
“I plan to; just give me a few minutes.”
Shauna blushed at my reply.
I then said: “Ok Nicole, that was fun, who’s next?”
“Why you are Vinny.”
I smiled, knowing full well that I’d be their main target, at least for a while.
“Truth or Dare Vinny?”
“Your choice.”
“Brave, not very inventive, but brave. I dare you to get naked, and who knows, that might convince Shauna to try something fun.”
Shauna swatted at her friend as I got up. I shucked my combat gear quickly, and was soon in my boxers. Shauna’s eyes were locked onto my semi-hard member as I finally lowered, and removed my last piece of clothing.
She gasped when she saw my massive cock emerge. Nicole teased her friend: “Big isn’t he?”
All Shauna could do was nod weakly.
I sat back down, legs slightly separated, and said: “My turn; Shauna, Truth or dare?”
Shauna was slow to snap out of her trance, but eventually replied: “Dare.”
“Easy one. I am naked, so let’s see you strip down to your bra and panties.”
Shauna shyly replied: “Umm, I am not actually wearing a bra.”
“I know.”
Shauna got a little miffed as she replied defiantly: “Then why did you… why you!”
“You can always just drink up if you’re too chicken.”
Shauna defiantly stripped her top off, exposing her perky breasts and rosy nipples.
I appreciatively said: “Has anybody told you that you have sweet looking nipples?”
“Thanks, Nicole says it all the time.” She hardly skipped a beat as she replied, shucking her shorts, exposing her black panties. Which I must say had a visibly wet spot in the front.
She sat back down, legs closed tightly. Well at least she didn’t cover her chest. She was very attractive. In fact I realised how much when I heard Nicole say: “Look at that monster grow.”
Both girls’ eyes were locked onto my crotch, I looked down and realised I was rock hard. I guess Shauna’s body was having a bigger impact on me than I predicted.
Nicole nudged Shauna as she said: “Look at what your body is doing to him.”
Shauna blushed as she realized that I was getting turned on too, and that just excited her more. She shyly said: “Is it my turn now?”
I replied: “It is.”
She raised her eyes shy and said: “Vinny, Truth or dare?”
“Hum, I gave you both a choice before, but not this time; Dare.”
Shauna blushed as she said: “I dare you to make me cum, using only your mouth.”
I looked her and asked: “A little clarification, when you say only using my mouth, does that mean I can only use my words, or can I get up close and personal.”
She giggled: “You can get up close and personal.”
I smiled devilishly as I motioned her to come to me. She got up slowly and moved to me. I softly said: “Can I hold you with in my hands, as long as I do not use them to cause you to climax?”
She replied softly: “I think your touch might be too much for me right now, but if you want to, please do.”
She was standing, shakily, between my spread legs, her panty covered crotch several inches below my mouth, however her tender nipples were at eye level. I softly moved my hands from my knees; she shivered as they passed over her arms, just lightly brushing the fine hairs covering them. My hands quickly reached her shoulders, and softly they hovered for a second before I drew them back to my knees. Shauna’s body was covered in goosebumps as her anticipation grew. I slowly extended my tongue, and moved closer to her, until it touched her left nipple. Shauna moaned as it ran over her aureole, teasing her nipple. I trailed my tongue across her chests, as she tried to resist the excitement quickly rising in her body.
My tongue finally reached her right aureole; once again I teasingly circled her nipple. Quickly her excitement grew. I grasped her erect nipple between my lips for the first time, and as I used my right hand to fan her left nipple, the cool breeze multiplied the feeling of the cool saliva on her breast. Just as a moan escaped her lips, I suckled on her other nipple, raking my tongue across the trapped bud. The combined feeling proved too much for Shauna’s senses, and her body began convulsing as a powerful orgasm washed over her body. I felt her knees failing her and softly hugged her body to mine as he her body failed her. She smiled as I held her small frame close to mine, her head resting against my chest, her ear lying over my heart. She remained there well after her orgasm has subsided. I was quite content at that point, but I knew Nicole would want more.
And as if on cue, Nicole chimed in: “If you two love birds are done, I’d like to get into the fun too.” She was pouting at us.
I looked at Shauna and softly said: “I know it’s technically my turn, but do you want to get in on it with me if Nicole has the balls to take a double dare.”
Shauna smiled as she said: “I’d love to.”
Nicole replied: “Hey, isn’t a double dare reserved only to circumstances of where I fail to convince you I am telling the truth?”
I replied: “Yes, but I somehow think you are willing to make an exception, especially since it’s the only way you will get me and Shauna to let you in on the action.”
She poutily replied: “That’s not fair, I won’t even get a chance to refuse or chicken out, but I didn’t do anything wrong.”
I replied sarcastically: “Those are the terms, so you agree or do you want to run?”
Nicole hesitantly replied: “I guess I have to agree, I am too horny not to.”
Shauna looked at me questioningly, and as I bent forward and whispered my plan into her ear, her eyes went large.
She looked at me, worry covering her face, as she asked softly: “Are you certain we will enjoy this?”
I nodded.
“Then I agree to follow your lead.”
I looked at Nicole and said: “Shauna is ready, I know I don’t need to offer you this chance, but I will be noble, seeing how Nicole reacted, are you still willing to go through with this double dare, whatever it may be?”
She nodded.
I smiled as I softly said: “Nicole, I had a really fun erotic dream involving Beth while we were on our mission. I want to see if something I did in it will be as fun in real life. But one of you needs to put on a strap-on dildo for this to happen, Shauna’s answer has led me to believe that will not be an issue.”
Nicole got up, quickly opened Shauna’s footlocker, and pulled out a large strap-on dildo. It wasn’t as big as me, but it was close, a little smaller, and a little shorter. She also pulled out a bottle of lube; she put the lube on the table and held firmly onto the dildo, waiting for me to continue.
I softly said: “Two decisions have to be made. But before either can be made you need to understand what I want to do.” I locked eyes with Nicole and asked: “Do you know what a train fuck is?”
Nicole blushed a little as she replied: “That’s were one person inserts their member into an orifice, generally the anus, of the person in front of then, then a person stands behind them and inserts their tool into them, and the chain repeats until all members are in the chain. Then they start fucking.” She realized what I wanted to do and softly said: “Is that what you want to do?”
“Yeah, and of course the questions are simple to determine now aren’t they.”
Nicole softly said: “Ì assume one is who gets to wear the dildo, but what is the other?”
“Do we use your anuses or your pussies?”
She realized what it meant to have me fucking her ass, paused, then said: “I want to fuck Shauna up her ass, but are you certain you can do me up the ass?”
“I can do either of you without pain, I promise, I will be very gentle, and I am willing to teach you how to do it easily with a dildo, both of you. Something tells me you will probably try it again without me once you experience it.”
Shauna, whose head was still against my chest, softly cuddled against me as she said: “I am willing to trust Vinny to take my anal cherry, and I believe he will make me want it again, so I am very willing to let him teach me. What do you say Nicole?”
Nicole solemnly said: “If Shauna is willing to do this, I am willing to let you fuck my ass with that monster of yours. But you have to take her anal cherry first, and then take mine. Once we have both given you that power over us, then we can get into the train fuck.”
I held Shauna for a few more minutes, softly caressing her. Nicole watched impatiently, so Shauna sensually stroked my face as she said: “As much as I am enjoying this, I think we shouldn’t keep poor little Nicole waiting. Besides, I am a little curious to see just how good anal sex with you is.”
I kissed her once, square on the lips, then said, as I helped her up: “I agree a little cuddling is fun, but it works best as two, and we aren’t alone, so Nicole, do you want to watch as I spear your friend’s anus?”
Nicole gleefully said: “Yeah, I really want to see what it looks like.”
I got up as Shauna asked tenderly: “What position should I be in to make this as easy as possible?”
“It’s a little lewd, but on all fours with your ass sticking up at me, and your arms slightly bent, is the best position to make this easy on you.”
She assumed the position, and when she was in place Nicole commented: “That is just such a submissive position, I can see right into your ass and pussy Shauna!”
Shauna blushed as she said: “Don’t remind me.”
I stepped behind her and softly placed my hands on her ass, spreading her orbs as my mouth got closer. She shivered as my breath hit her sensitive skin. I moved forward, bringing my tongue to her pucker. She moaned as I started rimming her. I spent the next ten minutes slowly licking her asshole, gradually spreading her open. After I was satisfied that she had a good amount of spit in and on her anus, I pulled my face back. The relaxed ring stayed slightly open, so I softly inserted a spit covered finger into the orifice.
She moaned lightly as I forced my finger past her inner sphincter. I slowly stretched her hole open, adding another finger, then spreading them apart. Slowly her body permitted me to add a third finger. I continued teasing her muscular ring. After about ten minutes of fascinated observation by Nicole, I was finally ready, and brought my cock to Shauna’s ass. She looked at me apprehensively as the head pressed against her tight opening.

The first time I saw my kinky girlfriend she was getting fucked by a group of guys that had hired her to strip at a bachelors party for a friend of mine. After the party she needed a ride home and since it was on my way I drove her home. When she got in the car I could smell all the cum she had on her. She had fucked and sucked at least 14 guys that night and I know I fucked her twice.
Her pussy was so full of cum it was leaking down her thighs. I ask her what her name was and she said Candy. When we got to her house she invited me in and fixed me a drink. She was sitting in a chair across from me and she had her legs spread and I could see her clit sticking up like a miniature cock. Her pussy hair was matted together from all the cum she had taken in her pussy and asshole earlier that night. I was sitting there thinking how fucking sexy her cum stained pussy looked. This was the first time I had ever seen a pussy that had been fucked by over a dozen men.
I had seen pictures in nasty magazines of well-fucked pussies but this was FOR REAL. That was the last thing I remembered, I woke up a little later and I was tied in a black leather harness that hanged down from the ceiling my cock was bound by a leather cock ring and my balls was strapped apart by a leather strap. Every thing looked fuzzy in my eyes, I knew they were at least two other people in the room but I didn’t know where I was at and whom I was with.
Come to find out I was slipped a mickey and it made me pass out for about 30 minutes and when I awoke I was tied up. I remember Candy coming over to me and saying; do as I say and you will have a wonderful time tonight if you decide to disobey me I will have to make this a night of pain and discomfort and then she squeezed my balls real hard. I let out a yell and she started rubbing them real nice and easy she said are you going to obey me? I said I would do anything she wanted me to do. She brought her well fucked pussy up to my face and said; start eating my cunt juice and suck up all that baby making cum out of my cunt.
I was SHOCKED I had only tasted cum one time before and that was when I was jacking off laying on my back and shot a stream of cum that landed all over my stomach and face and some got in my mouth. I masturbated one time thinking about tasting cum but I shot off in my hand and lost the feeling of tasting it. I had no choice this time her cum filled cunt and asshole was all over my face I started licking and sucking on her pussy and the cum was leaking out in lumps of freash young cum, hell some of it was mine.
It tasted funky at first but the more I sucked of it the better it tasted. She had my tongue running back and forth from her ass to her pussy, she even had me lick it out of her pubic hair. It was funny I had never tasted cum 30 minutes ago and now I loved it, she noticed my cock was rock hard and she said; you really like the taste of cum Don’t you? I didn’t disagree with her I liked the taste and said yes Candy I like to suck and lick your cum filled pussy. Candy said you have been a good boy sucking up all the cum out of my pussy and you will be rewarded. She than put a blind fold over my eyes and said; how does this feel as someone was sucking my cock. It felt wonderful my balls was tied so tight that I knew I couldn’t cum so I enjoyed the cock sucking I was receiving and I pumped my cock as hard as I could in and out of someone’s mouth.
I knew it wasn’t Candy’s mouth because she was talking to me while I was getting sucked. She kept telling me how well I sucked her pussy and that she wanted to have me suck her pussy more often. She said she has always wanted someone to lick her cunt after it had been fucked and the way I sucked her asshole was more than she could handle. She wanted me to be her sex slave and move in with her.
About that time she untied my balls and said; you can cum now if you want. I didn’t need any more encouragement the cum had build up so much that it shot out of my cock with force. Candy removed my blindfold and I looked down at my cock and there was a man licking my cum off of my cock. I was shocked again, but there was nothing I could do about it being tied up in this harness.
He stood up and told me his name was Mike, his cock was huge and the head of it had pre-cum dripping off the end of it. Candy grabbed his cock and started rubbing it on my lips, she said that since I seemed to enjoy licking the cum out of her pussy she wanted to see me suck Mike’s cock.
I opened my mouth and Candy stuck that big cock in my mouth, at first it was hard to open my mouth that wide but after a few strokes in and out of my mouth the cock seemed to slide better and I swallowed my first taste of cum straight out of a cock. Candy wrapped her hand around the base of it and jerked the rest of his cum in her hand. She then slid her hand up under me and rubbed the cum into my tight asshole, sticking not one but two fingers in my asshole.
This was the first time I had a finger in my ass and it hurt a little till I got use to the feeling. After Candy had my asshole lubed up she left the room, returning with a strap-on dildo around her waist she got behind me and started working her fake cock up my ass while Mike got in front of me and was sucking on my cock and balls. The feeling was great every time Candy pushed the fake cock in my ass a little deeper Mike would suck my cock a little harder. I could tell that I was going to cum pretty fast because my balls were pulled up inside my sack.
All of a sudden he took my cock out of his mouth, and licked my balls. Candy was still fucking my ass with the strap-on dildo. My cock was swelling up when he quit sucking my balls and said; don’t cum, I want it in my ass,” he said in a horse voice. Candy pulled the dildo out of my ass and un-strapped it and it fell on the floor. She said she wanted me to fuck her while Mike fucked my male asshole she told me I was going to love having Mike’s cock in my ass, it feels sooooo good. And I’m going to love feeling him use his cock to drive yours even deeper into me she said.
She grabbed my cock and stuck it in her cunt while Mike was working his prick up my ass her pussy was making a sucking sound every time I fucked her deep. And Mike was fucking me with long hard strokes taking his cock all the way out of my greased up ass and slamming it all the way to his balls. The strokes were so long he was pumping air up my asshole.
I could feel the cum boiling in my balls and starting to come up my shaft and then cum blasted out of my cock filling her pussy just as Mike’s cock exploded in my asshole. I pulled my cock out of Candy’s cunt and Mike pulled his cock out of my ass. He pumped so much air and cum in my asshole that I farted and blew sperm out of my ass all over the mat that was under the harness. Candy stood up and spread her legs over my face and give me my cum back threw my mouth.
When I had cleaned up my cum that had filled her pussy she let me down from the harness. She ask me how I liked being dominated by a women. I said I loved it and she said good. Do you want to watch yourself on video? I had a camera filming the whole thing tonight and if you are a good boy and do as you are told nobody will see the film where you are sucking a cock and fucking one to. She said do you understand? I said yes I understand and we have been together ever since.
(if you like eating cum out of a well-fucked pussy e-mail me I get horny too)

As he hurried over the second floor landing, he heard Trish’s murmurs echoing from overhead. Patient beds stuffed with restrained and groaning figures blurred on a heavy pant as he struggled desperately to catch up to the group. Florescent light pulsed in greenish yellow tones that tricked his eyes and deepened the shadows everywhere. Footsteps marched in unison on the third floor.
Tom nearly sped past the tiny winding staircase. Tucked inside an old open linen closet with tatters of medical gauze, restraints, and grey laundry hanging in tawdry sheets from its warped shelves, he hurried up the creaking old set.
“…inhumane experiments with electroshock therapy. He believed that this metal apparatus around the patient’s head would serve to evenly distribute the sensation. This would, in effect, render the subject…”
As the last words of Trish’s speech droned on, the old lights flickered and died. Tom sprawled up the last step and crashed face first into the wooden floor.
“Stay where you are,” she commanded. “The lights will come back on in a moment. There is a backup generator.”
He crept toward the obnoxious blue glow under Charlotte’s little feet in the windowless lab.
Always the more excitable of the twins, John howled, “What the fuck is that?!”
…And ever the answering gunfire behind those aggressive utterances, Jerry’s immense pair of combat issue army boots slammed into his ribs.
The butt of his palm plowed into a brick “leg” of the slab table. Tom managed to wriggle out from under it before the ruckus of several heightened tensions turned the museum onlookers into wild things and brought the restrained mannequin and its sled-like perch crashing from the table. A large foot trampled the small of his back, and his fingers insistently scrounged at Charlotte’s white skirt, like a puppy clinging to its mother’s tit.
She helped him up.
“I… don’t think the lights are coming back on,” he whispered.
The lab was one suffocated blind pool of commotion as people lost their orientation in the claustrophobic surroundings. A series of bass rhythms punctuated each bounce as a tourist plummeted down the old steps. Glass shattered, and the noxious smell of turpentine and bleach rose like chlorine from the thronging pool. He put a steadying hand down on the restrained figure, leaning over the table in an effort to stretch his throbbing vertebrae. The patient on the table groaned.
“I… don’t think the lights are coming back on,” Tom swiveled his head and repeated, louder this time. His breath lifted in a faint paint. His vision focused and faded out as the toxic gasses filled his lungs. Something about this darkness … something hollow, reverberated the drums in his skull like rich mud-drenched concrete pipes peppered with abandoned remains.
He stumbled into Trish, and they went careening faces first into the medical supply cabinets.
“It’s back here,” she hissed in his ear. Her hands crept down his chest, over a thigh, and found his jeans. The fly slid down for her experienced fingers, his cock eagerly pouncing at her palm’s long slow massage. Constant moans of frustration and hot fantasy burbled like a fountain from his throat. Her thumb flicked over the head in a dull raspy rhythm, while the tip of her tongue buzzed around his ear.
Faint hissing filled his consciousness like another language as her fingers worked him endlessly in the commotion. When she pulled his hand roughly to her breast, Tom blinked repeatedly. His eyes searched her intense red brown, like sticky mud around rotting bones, unable to find any recognition of the words that he heard.
His hips pumped needily without it though, begging release through hollow cries as the entire shell of the attic spun away into hot night. Tufts of breath escaped his nostrils on panting steam, and Trish covered his mouth hard with her own as he pinched and tugged at the pert nub of her nipple. She sucked air from his lungs then shoved him away, her hand a constant blur over the meaty shaft of his cock.
Her head canted toward the old cabinet again. “Go on,” she whispered, “how bad do you really want to fuck the dead?”
Through the haze of the blackout, something invisible molded his hands into an intangible fleet of destruction; he moved faster, fingers whirling into blurry claws in the darkness. His hips pumped her hands faster and faster, and the lacquered wooden shelf of greasy bottles and oils toppled to the slippery floor. Voices squealed over a gurgle and the wet splat of crushed flesh.
Sensation screamed, and he tasted the panic-laced air with his skin. Sweet. Thick. Heavy.
She let go of his screaming prick.
He panted.
Trish clawed at his back, prompting his hands up. Draft swept from the wall, carrying a cold murky scent like a buried stream. Wet mortar. The outer wall fell with a tremendous crash under his unyielding tugs and frenzied pounding.
Light exploded grisly green from the old shattered fixtures on the wall. The house spun under vicious kicks from the storm outside. It shuddered and quaked as though it would implode.
“I told you that the lights would come back on,” Trish murmured.
Tom took two looks at her, then another, his mouth hanging open like a stuffed turkey’s ass. Her blonde mane had disappeared, replaced by writhing pupae in a cocoon of shriveled white that extended to a husk of bony hips. Black oil trickled down withered darker skin, and a long tail extended behind the snake-like crimson scales that covered her sex and stretched emaciated breasts. Her smile revealed razor-sharp teeth and a flickering tongue. Above a tri-slit nose, her blood red eyes narrowed on him with a sneer.
His heart thudded and stopped. A claustrophobic gaze studied the contracting walls of the chamber as marching echoed from the hallway below. Once subdued and mechanical, the groans of the prisoners of Sunnyville turned loud and angry, growling as they freed each other from their bonds and ascended the steps. He scuttled back, spinning quickly and peering over the toppled medical hutch.
His foot connected with something wet and pulpy. As he turned to face the white-blue light that poured from the hole in the wall, his eyes connected with John’s dead albino-red orbs and a shriek burbled from his throat. Sounds faded back in on a roaring tide of screams. Charlotte’s leg lingered beside John’s corpse, crushed beneath the hutch, and she wriggled and struggled like a fishing worm on a hook.
“Mmmm, they’re going to have a lot of fun, don’t you think?” Trish purred.
“…They?” he gasped questioningly.
“You know…” she murmured derisively. “I warned you not to touch them.”
A shudder scraped its long nails down the back of his neck. “Please,” he found himself pleading, “I’ll do anything. Call them back. Please.”
“I know that you will,” hissed around that long tongue. The steel blue vein within pulse as she lapped at lips of a similar color.
A last lone set of footsteps exited the wall like a solitary death knell, the blue glow settling heavily into the dummy on the table. Tom could only watch numbly as Trish tugged the old leather straps open on the contraption to release the writhing, screamer. The rebirth was like observing an insect emerge from the cocoons in her hair. –A very large insect to the metamorphosis-tune of two-hundred and sixty or so pounds with heavy musculature rippling beneath bronze skin.
“A… c..c..convict?” he stuttered, finally overcoming his shock and tugging at Charlotte’s arm as other members of the tour ran toward the exit. He heard their screams on the second floor as Sunnyville’s newest population scurried into their decaying grasp.
Charlotte’s ankle was impossibly pinned beneath the ornate scroll design of the upper racks.
“Let me help you with that,” the low dusky voice growled from inside the cage helmet.
Tom’s eyes widened and lifted as the convict shoved the case upward, slamming it against the back of the wall. The old wood disintegrated, sending splinters flying. Kneeling over Charlotte as she lapsed in and out of painful consciousness on the old wooden floor, he took the brunt of the aerial shards to his back, relieved that neither the convict or Trish seemed terribly interested in her. Instead, they both circled him like vultures around fresh meat.
“Well, you always wanted to fuck the dead,” Trish laughed obnoxiously, black sludge oozing from the red scales of her nipples and drizzling down her tight abdomen. “Guess you’ll have to settle for BEING fucked to death by them…because they’re *mightily* pissed off.”