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Joannes relaxation treat!

Joanne decided to treat herself and had heard of this massage parlour across town where the services could be very special! She telephoned and booked herself in for the full body massage which, in other salons is usually back, head, legs and arms not quite a full body but she’d heard this place could be different depending which masseuse you got.
She arrived in plenty of time and stripped and wrapped the bath towel provided around her and sat in the waiting room just flicking magazines. After only a couple of minutes the receptionist came out, introduced herself as Tina, and sat down beside her with a clipboard and some forms. She was a real stunner with very dark hair and eyes, a body to die for with long slim legs, a trim waist and a superb pair of tits which stood proud on her chest. She wore a light white smock and her nipples were trying to fight their way through the material. They were obviously not harnessed by a bra and by their shape and the way they bobbed when she moved they were all hers with no silicone help. Joanne was more than a little envious and she couldn’t help staring at Tina as she crossed one long leg over the other and leaned forwards to ask her questions. They were the usual sort of thing like did she have any health problems, had she had a massage before etcetera and then she asked if Joanne wanted her massage to help with any sort of pains or just as a tension relief. Something about the tone of her voice and the glint in her eye made Joanne ask for tension relief. She smiled and said OK, good’. And she stood up and said, Follow me. As they walked towards the rear of the salon Joanne couldn’t resist adding I do feel very tense and I’m hoping you will be able to give me some relief.
Tina giggled over her shoulder and said I’m sure we’ll make it enjoyable for you. Farouk will be your masseuse and I will be assisting him with some parts. Now Joanne knew she was in for a good time!

They went into the massage room which was dimly lit with incense and candles burning around the sides and a low slung massage table in the centre. Let me help you up there said Tina and she reached forward and unhooked the towel and lifted it away as she openly eyed Joanne from head to foot and gave a slight nod of approval. She helped her onto a step and asked her to lie face down on the table with her head over a recessed hole and hands placed above her head over the end of the table. Then Joanne felt her gently lower the towel across her buttocks.
After a minute or so she heard the door open and looked up to see a large Asian man wearing white slacks and a T shirt. He had strong arms and large smooth hands and a nice bulge in the front of his slacks. Things just keep getting better she thought to herself.
‘This is Farouk said Tina, He will take over from here.
‘Good afternoon madam, said Farouk, You want a tension relief massage I believe. Would you prefer me to use relaxing oils, or stimulating oils?
The intent in the voice was clear, Stimulating please she replied.
He walked to a table, selected a slender bottle and leaning over he poured some of the oil onto her back and some into the palm of his hand then handed the bottle to Tina and began to slowly smooth the oil across Joannes shoulders and back. He worked the oil into her muscles and spent time around her spine and shoulders, just letting his fingers slide down her sides near her breasts but not quite touching them. With his other movements he was reaching down towards her ass but again without quite touching more than the top couple of inches or so of her buttocks. As the rhythm began to sink into Joanne, the oils or the perfumes of the incense or a mixture of both began to have effect and her skin felt so sensitive to his touch.
Now he moved to the head of the table and leaned over to rub down her back. As he did so, this naturally led his cock to push against the top of her head and the tips of her fingers as they were held on the edge of the table. This was obviously no accident and she was getting more stimulated imagining what might come next and imagining that bulge being released to free his cock into what would be her waiting mouth. As he rocked forward with each stroke down her back she could feel his cock push against her and it seemed harder and larger than before. She resisted the temptation to raise her head and put her face in its path and after a few more minutes he moved down the side of the table to her legs. She felt the towel being raised and a trickle of oil along both of her thighs and remembered that Tina was still in there and that she had moved the towel and administered the oil.
Farouk began to rub the oil into her thighs and when he had smeared it into them both she felt his pressure on the insides of them which just eased her legs apart a little further. Now he began firm slow strokes along her thighs from the knee upwards with his thumbs sinking into the soft parts of her inner thighs. Gradually his strokes went higher until his thumbs were just brushing the lips of her pussy without actually moving past them. By now she was ready to cum with these long slow strokes and the effects of the oils and perfumes and she could feel beads of pussy juice leaking past her lips and being gently brushed by his hands as they reached the top of his strokes.
‘Do you like this? crooned a deep sensual voice in her ear, and she opened an eye to see Tina kneeling alongside with her face level with Joannes.
‘Fantastic she replied a little sleepily, what comes next?
‘You do Tina answered with a giggle.
Now Farouk began to stroke the oil along the crease of her ass and she could feel the hole pucker with delight as he stroked along there, just catching it with the tips of his fingers. He was stroking along her crease and down between the folds of her pussy lips now and she was on fire as he flicked against the tip of her clit!
‘Turn over on your back. Purred Tina and she turned like a robot without a mind of its own.

Now Farouk was stroking the insides of her thighs and up to her clit with no attempt to disguise what he was doing. She felt hot breath against her face and a soft tongue probed gently into her mouth as Tina began to taste her saliva and mingle hers with mine. She reached across Joannes shoulders and began stroking her nipples in gentle, tight circles and although they were already standing high and proud they now hardened even further. She stood up above her and Joanne realised that she was now undressed and standing naked above her as she carried on stroking her nipples. Tina edged herself forwards and straddled the narrow headrest of the couch so that Joanne was looking up at her glistening pussy and she just automatically stuck out her tongue and licked along the cunt lips to her clit as she lowered herself onto her face. She tasted wonderful and although Joanne preferred to suck a cock she’s not reluctant to eat pussy and this was one of the best she’d ever had.
Farouk was now finger fucking her cunt and stroking her clit with this thumb with one hand, whilst edging into her ass with a finger of his other hand. She was still cuming and gushing juices out onto him for all she was worth as the pressure changed and she knew he was now kneeling between her thighs.
The finger in her cunt was pulled out but the one in her ass remained and he continued to stroke her clit with his thumb as she felt his long cock glide up into her. He was not especially thick but thick enough and very long as he nudged the slit of her cervix and made her leap with pleasure to sink her tongue further into Tina’s juicy pussy. She was now just a fuck object pleasuring Tina’s cunt, nudging her ass hole with the tip of her nose, and having this iron hard cock slide in and out of her.
She didn’t know how many times she came but the pleasure seemed to go on for ever and as she came once more with a mighty orgasm, Farouk slid out of her to leave her cunt open and gasping between her spread thighs. Tina now leaned across her and began to lap at her clit and cunt lips as she lifted her own hips slightly and Farouk slid his cock into her waiting cunt.

This was an incredible sight as this long slim bar of flesh sank into Tina’s gorgeous trimmed pussy right in front of Joanne’s eyes and as he hit the bottom of Tina’s pit she clamped her mouth even more firmly over Joanne’s pussy and sucked hard in her own ecstasy bringing Joanne to yet another climax.
Joanne was straining her neck to lift her head up so that she could lick his shaft as he drove into Tina and Joanne could taste Tina’s juice on his cock as she’d tasted it direct before and feel his heavy balls slapping against her forehead. Tina was locked onto Joanne’s cunt lips with her tongue buried deep inside her twisting and twirling around and he was driving long and deep into Tina and gaining speed with every stroke when he suddenly pulled out and sank his cock into Joanne’s waiting mouth and pumped it with his hand to shoot a long thick stream of cum into her mouth and pulse the remaining contents of those balls into the back of her throat.
As he finished shooting his cum into her throat he pulled out again and drove it furiously into Tina’s waiting cunt and within a couple of minutes she had screeched to another orgasm. Almost as soon as she had cum he pulled out to shoot another load of spunk, this time across Tina’s arse and cunt lips and Joannes face who just lay there mesmerised as the streaks dripped from Tina into her open mouth. Tina sank back down onto her and they lay there with their tongues buried deep inside each other as they gradually came down from their heights.

Shauna was my first experience with another girl. She and I were roommates in our freshman year at college, crammed into a two-bed, two-desk, one-closet dormitory room on the third floor of a six floor dorm. We didn’t pick each other; we were assigned our rooms by the college’s computer. In retrospect, that computer did a wonderful job.

We were both eighteen, both from small towns, and both eager to start the college life.”

Beyond that we were quite different. She was a petite brunette with a curvy figure and dark eyes that captured your attention immediately. And she had perfect white teeth behind kiss-me, swollen lips. (It turns out her father was the town’s primary dentist.) In contrast, I am tall, blond, and long legged, with modest breasts and boyish hips. Her skin was also a light milk chocolate color, much like a good California tan, while mine was plain milk white, clearly untouched by the sun, California or elsewhere.

It took us a couple of weeks to sort out the whole campus routine: where to go for our classes, where to eat, and how to get around campus most efficiently. Our schedules were different, so the only time we could get together was for dinner and study time in either the library or our room. We jointly decided on our room and settled in each night after chow. It was more comfortable there and we could get casual for the evening. Casual for me meant a T-shirt and panties. Shauna was more into real pajamas: short pants in warm weather, long pants when it was cold. I never quite got the rationale since our room was the same temperature regardless of the outside weather. But as they say Whatever.”

Within a month or so we had both met and begun dating several guys, mostly sophomores and juniors. We shared our experiences and laughed a lot at the antics of the guys and how hard they tried to get into our pants. And both of us had a good time and kept our pants on.

It was a couple of months into the first semester before I began to notice Shauna’s interest in me. It was little things: a touch that was much like a quick caress, a glance that lingered until I looked up and she looked quickly away. I would notice out of the corner of my eye that she was staring across our small room at my crotch as I lay sprawled on my bed reading. Or her lingering glance at my chest, my nipples poking out against the thin shirts I wore. I noted these things almost unconsciously and gave them no weight, but they came into focus later.

We had been out partying just before Thanksgiving break, drinking beer and dancing at a couple of frat parties. We decided to call it quits around midnight because the brothers were getting really drunk and adolescently obnoxious. We came back to our room and flopped on our beds, a little woozy ourselves. It was unusually hot in the dorm and we were both a little sweaty from our dancing and the room’s heat. As I lay propped against the wall at the side of my bed I became aware of Shauna’s stare. I lay there with my legs splayed, my shorts tight into my crotch, my breasts pressing against my shirt, nipples visible. I felt relaxed and a little randy.

Shauna sat across from me on her bed and pulled off her ankle high boots, letting them drop to the floor with little thuds. She then stood and began to slowly unbutton her shirt, popping the buttons one at a time as though doing a slow strip tease. Her eyes were fixed on mine as she pulled the open shirt out of her jeans and shrugged it back over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Unlike her normal dress code, she was braless and her sassy breasts stood there in plain view, her nipples dark and tight. This was not the Shauna I knew. I felt a trickle of perspiration run down in a rivulet between my breasts.

She had no belt on her jeans; she’d been relying on her curves to keep them up. She loosed the brass button at her waist and unzipped the fly. Staring into my eyes she slowly pushed the jeans down over her hips with a little wiggle and let them drop around her ankles. I realized I was breathing in short, shallow gasps. I was transfixed by her display.

We were locked in a silent visual embrace. I felt myself growing damp, and realized my nipples were erect and pressing into my shirt. They had to be clearly visible to Shauna. She smiled - a gentle, satisfied smile - and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her skimpy blue panties. With her eyes locked on mine she slowly moved her panties down over her hips. I don’t know how she did it, but her hips seemed to undulate slightly to allow the silk to slide downward almost on their own. They fell into the puddle of clothes at her feet. She stepped out of them and moved slowly toward me. I felt I was in a slow burn: hot, feverish, more trickles of sweat running down my chest.

Shauna stopped between my spread knees when hers came against the bed. She stood there naked, her hands at her sides, looking at me. No words had been spoken since we entered the room, and now none were needed. Our eyes were still locked and I knew she saw in mine the answer to her unspoken question.

She smiled and moved onto my bed on her hands and knees, her breasts hanging just above mine. I could smell her now, the pungent scent of aroused womanhood. She kissed me gently, just lips on lips, rubbing softly. Then I felt her tongue lightly swipe across my lips. And that did it. I opened my mouth and sucked her into me, my tongue searching for hers, sucking on it. We devoured each other for minutes on end, drinking each other’s fluids and sharing our breath. My hands caressed the smooth skin of her back and sides, from shoulders to waist. I had never touched another woman like this. I wondered idly why not. It was so nice, so nice.

Surfacing from our kisses, Shauna leaned back and began, slowly and erotically, to undress me. Not much of a task since I wore so little. I raised my hips to let her pull my shorts off, followed quickly by my sodden panties. She breathed deeply of my scent and then pulled my shirt up over my head, and I lay there naked before her. My mind was awhirl. I had no idea how this would go, just that I wanted it to go there. I was having trouble with my breathing, couldn’t seem to get enough air, yet I was just lying there, passive.

In the dim light I could see that Shauna, too, was hot. Her body gleamed with perspiration. Her scent seemed to surround me, an earthy smell that made me feel light headed. Then I realized that my own scent had joined hers, filling our small room with the aroma of aroused women. The air seemed heavy and dank. She leaned over me and a drop of her perspiration fell off her nipple onto my face. It seemed the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me.

She snuggled down into my arms and began kissing my throat, then my chest. Soon her mouth found my nipples and she began to suckle one. The sensations were exquisite, sending bolts of electricity down into my loins. I could feel myself lubricating, the juices leaking and running down between my cheeks, over my anus. I pulled her head harder into my breast, but she had other ideas. She pushed her thigh between mine and began to hump me with it. I started to pant and felt myself growing toward orgasm. Soon I was grunting and panting and moaning with the pleasure of it. And then, more quickly than ever before, I lost it. My orgasm hit and I went into spasms of pleasure, humping against her thigh and moaning in ecstasy.

Slowly I came down from my orgasm, my breathing back almost to normal. Shauna cuddled me as we lay side by side. I spoke for the first time since we had come to our room. Shauna, that was wonderful. Thank you. And after a pause during which I made a decision, I added, I would like to do something for you now. I am so hot I could burst. Please show me how to please you.”

She smiled, said nothing, but guided my face to her breasts. She held me as I sucked and teased her turgid dark stalks, salty from her exertions. I loved the spongy, tough feel of them in my mouth. As they grew hard my own excitement grew. I could feel the wetness between my legs, an embarrassing accumulation that now wet her thigh and left a long smear as I worked slowly lower. Her hands held my head lightly, but she was no longer guiding me. She seemed to trust that I would find my way.

My fingers and lips trailed down over her belly, pausing at her navel to dig with my tongue. She quivered and giggled at this touch. Shauna hummed as I moved lower, my fingers lightly tracing the bones of her hips as my lips touched her pubic hair. This was a night of many firsts: kissing a girl, lying naked in her arms, sucking her nipples, coming under her ministrations, and now about to taste her most private fruits.

Shauna’s black pubic hair was trimmed to expose her lips. It tickled my nose but offered no impediment to my view or access. Her outer lips were dark and full, and probably swollen now, though I had no comparison to judge by. When I touched them lightly with a finger Shauna shivered and moaned softly. I stroked up and down the tender flesh and then delved between her lips.

Her moans deepened, almost a groan now, and she spoke her first words. Oh, yes, yes, Susan.”

As I continued my caresses her legs fell wide apart and her hips began to move in small circles. I pulled her outer lips apart and opened her pussy fully to my view. It was beautiful, all deep pink, almost rosy, and soaking wet. She gleamed in the dim light. Her aroma was strong and pungent and arousing. I inhaled deeply and felt my pussy leak more fluid, wetting the bed. I used a finger to explore her inner lips, find her secret opening, and uncover and tease her clit.

At this last, she jerked and cried out as though hurt. But I knew it was the shock of being touched in this most sensitive spot. Her clit was peeping out from under its hood and seemed swollen. I blew gently on her open pussy and enjoyed the shiver that this brought to the poor girl. I was being cruel delaying her pleasure like this. When I looked up at her she was staring down at me, a hungry look in her eyes. Her hands gripped the covers tightly in white knuckled fists.

“Please, Susan. I’m in agony. Don’t make me wait. Do it now. Please.”

I smiled at her and dipped my head down to her juicy pussy. I pulled her lips wide apart, and using the flat of my tongue, I licked her from just above her anus to the top of her lips. She moaned loudly and raised her hips to push herself against me. I lapped her again and a third time. Then I used the tip of my tongue to slide up between her inner and outer lips on one side and down the other. Shauna arched her back so that only her head and ass cheeks supported her body, letting out a small weeping sound, a keening cry.

Having had a little taste of her juices I went for a full portion. I closed my mouth over her whole pussy and began to suck her flesh while swirling my tongue all over her wet interior. I tried to stick my tongue up into her vagina, sort of tongue fucking her, but she was too tight. My face was now wet with her juices as I wallowed joyously in her hot swamp. I loved her taste and the squishy feel of her in my mouth. My own pussy was on fire. I thought I think I could come just from sucking this girl’s cunt.

Shauna was now quietly chanting, Yes, yes, yes.”

I switched my attention to her clitoris. I licked it gently, circling my tongue tip up and around it. As I teased this sensitive bud I pushed one finger into her vagina, eliciting a shriek of surprise and joy from her. The chant ended, replaced by grunts and gasps.

The combination of a fucking finger and direct stimulation of her clit was more than Shauna could withstand. She began humping wildly and yelling loudly, incoherently. The only intelligible words were, Oh, shit. Oh, fuck, mixed in with the rest.

As she convulsed in orgasm her hips bucked, making it difficult to keep my mouth on her pussy. Her head slammed from side to side and her legs clamped my head fiercely. She came for what seemed an eternity, probably because I couldn’t breathe until she eased up. When she did, and I could gulp down some air, I shoved my hand down to my own sopping pussy and savaged my own clit. It took only a couple of strokes and I came, too, growling my pleasure into Shauna’s crotch.

We lay like that for long moments, breathing deeply and relaxing cramped muscles. My head lay on Shauna’s thigh, my gaze on her open, wet sex, my face soaked with her fluids. I was amazed at myself. Just an hour ago I was as straight as the proverbial arrow. Now I was definitely a bisexual girl. No way would I give up this kind of fun.

After awhile we rearranged ourselves, cuddling lengthwise on my bed. Shauna lazily licked her drying juices off my face. I lay with my eyes closed, enjoying the feel of her tongue on my cheeks. When she was satisfied she kissed my gently.

Propping her head up on one hand she idly traced designs on my breast with her nails giving me goose bumps. She said, That was incredible, Susan. I know it was your first time with a girl and you did great. I haven’t come like that in ages, from any source. After a pause she said, Susan, are you OK with what we did?”

I smiled at her and reached up to caress her cheek and give her a little kiss. Shauna, I’m more than OK. I feel wonderful. I think all girls have a question in the back of their minds about being with another girl. I know I did. My question’s been answered. I loved it. Thank you for making the move. I don’t think I would ever have had the courage.

“One thing, though. You get a little noisy when you come. That yell could have led a Rebel charge at Vicksburg. If we’re going to keep doing this we have to find a way to muffle you. As it is, I think everyone on this floor who was in tonight thinks I either tortured you or made love to you.”

She poked me, grinning in embarrassment. I wasn’t that loud, was I?”

“You want me to tape us next time?”

She smiled and said, That sounds kinda kinky. Why not? Maybe we could get a camcorder and do it in color.”

I said, I kind of prefer how we did it, in black and white. You and me.”

“Good answer, you long drink of water white girl. Now how about a shower? If I promise to be quiet maybe we could squeeze into one shower stall. And we did, and she was, almost.

There’s an old saying that says, “If you love someone set them free, if they come back it was meant to be.” I use to think that was just a corny saying up until about a month ago. That’s’ when the one man I truly loved, Tyson Minor came back into my life.

Tyson and I always had a great relationship from the first day we met in the 1st grade. When the other boys didn’t want to play with girls, Tyson would convince them to let me play with them. I became like their little tom boy play pal. As we got older and the hormones started to kick in we knew we had something special.

Tyson and I didn’t officially date until we were freshmen in high school. We became the couple everyone one at the school envied. He was the likable handsome young man whom everyone was expecting big things from. I was the cute little daddy’s girl who could be just as tough as she was pretty. Both of us were voted “Most likely to Succeed” by our freshman class.

During out junior year things got very serious for the two of us. There were endless conversation about marriage and kids. I jut knew he was the one; I ached when I was around him because I knew he would have to go home. I ached when I wasn’t around him because I was alone. He became everything to me, my world evolved around him and it was the same way for him.

It was doing the summer after our junior year that we decided to go beyond 1st, 2nd and 3rd base. We decide we would give each other our virginity. It turned out to be a wonderful and beautiful experience, even thought both of us were like to people lost in the wilderness. Even thought it was beautiful we both felt awkward, so we decide not to have sex again until we were married.

Our senior year was filled with stolen moments of teenage emotional bliss. He became one of the best athletes in the history of the school and I was there cheering him all the way. I became the captain of the cheerleaders that year. It was magical, almost like it was written in a fairy tale. Sometimes when he played basketball I would get lost in watching him and forget my routine, he just so mesmerizing on the floor.

When he would go to the free throw line to shoot his foul shots, he would blow me a kiss and give me a wink. I loved it especially since he would sometime go to the free throw line 4or 5 times a game. I would show my appreciation by extending my hand up in the air and catching the kiss and sliding it over my heart.

I know it sounds a little corny, but at the time I was in paradise and in love, and those kisses rocked my world. During the spring of our senior year his dream came true. We were both excited when he got a scholarship to play football at a Big Ten college. That summer I got accepted at the same college. It was going to be a wonderful 4 years.

That’s all we talked about that summer. Our entire lives were planned out down to the names of our kids. Our plans were for both of us to graduate college, get married after graduation, and then start med school. I wanted to go into pediatrics and he wanted to be an OBGYN.

All that changed two weeks before we were set to go to college. I was driving with Tyson as a passenger one rainy night after we had taken in a movie, I swerved to keep from hitting a dog and over corrected and lost control of the car. Tyson wasn’t hurt; he had a few cuts, but nothing serious.

But I wasn’t as lucky, I was in bad shape I suffered two broken legs and crack ribs, and to make things worst I was partially paralyzed from the waist down. I felt worthless during that time, watching my dreams and our dreams fade away sent me in to a deep depression. Tyson did his best to hold on, but I didn’t think if was fair to him to hold on to me.

He went off to college and I broke up with him. He would plea with my parents to let him talk to me, but I made it clear to them that I didn’t want him in my life. As I look back on that time, I think a huge part of me was jealous of the fact that he was doing what he wanted to do in life, all his dreams were coming true, as mine slowly disappeared.

Tyson went on to a stellar two sports college career. He ended up getting drafted by the NFL and the NBA he decided to go where the most money was. He decided to go to the NBA. For four years while he was in college I went through grueling rehabilitation and physical therapy session with a woman who had to be the reincarnation of Attila the Hun.

She worked me like she was mad at the world and I was the world. There were many days I wanted to throw in the towel, but she wouldn’t let me. With Attila on my back 24/7 I was able to progress well enough to gain full movement in my arms and legs. It was a miracle indeed.

During Tyson’s second year in the NBA I was sitting at the kitchen table when I heard him on television doing an interview. At first I thought I was hearing things, but as I got closer to the television in the living room I realize I wasn’t hearing things. He was talking about me.

It was after his team had won the game and he was giving a post game interview. He was standing there when he pull his jersey off revealing a shirt with a picture of him and me. Underneath the picture it read Tyson & Lena 1990-Forever. My mouth dropped and so did my mother’s.

He talked about how he wishes I was there to see him play and that I will always be special in his heart. He ended the interview by blowing a kiss into the camera and giving a wink. I grabbed the kiss and slid it over my heart. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around and it was my mother. She was carrying two big boxes.

“Mom what are you doing? I asked her.

“This stuff belongs to you.” she said.

“What is it?”

“Open and see for yourself.”

I opened the first box and it was filled with hundreds of letters from Tyson. I couldn’t believe how many there were. The second box was filled with clippings and memorabilia from Tyson’s college and pro teams. There were sign basketballs and jersey, and pictures of him. There were also shirts with our pictures on them. I was in semi shock.

“Mom I thought you trashed everything he sent.” I said.

“I know you wanted me to, but I couldn’t. He loves you Lana.” she said.

“I know mom, I know.”

Like so often in my life my mother knew what was best for me. I took the boxes to my room and poured the contents all in my bed and I got in my bed with it all. I spent the entire night reading all his unopened letters. For six years he had sent me at least one letter a week. I sat with tears in my eyes from the pain I know I had inflected upon him. I felt so bad for what I had done to him.

A couple of weeks after I saw Tyson on television, his team played in Chicago, which is only 100 miles or so from where I live. With my parents egging me on I decided to drive up to check out the game. The whole drive was filled with what ifs. Although he had shown me just how much he loved me, it was still hard to accept it.

I got to the game and it was awesome, and Tyson was awesome also. His team won and after the game I went over to the adjacent hotel where his team was staying and hung out in the lobby. As I sat in the lobby I saw several women sitting there also, and some of them were talking about what they wanted to do to Tyson, or should I say, what they wanted him to do to them.

I couldn’t believe what was coming out of their mouths. I sat there wondering if I had done the right thing, when all of a sudden the women went wild screaming out Tyson’s name. Several of them raced towards him and his teammates. After a couple of minutes of watching him from afar I panic and walked hurriedly to the front door of the hotel. As I made my way out, my eyes met Tyson’s eyes and he stood there with a look of shock combined with uncertainty.

I walked out and as I did, I heard him call my name twice. He came after me, but I ran away. I looked over my shoulder and saw him standing in the doorway with his groupies. I walked to my car with lines of tears slowly sliding down my cheeks. I felt even though he cared about me, his life had passed me by. All I could do was hold him back. I thought it would be best for things to stay the way they were.

Two weeks later my life change again. I was at home when I heard a knock at the door. My mother answered the door as I stood behind her. The door open and it was Tyson, he looked so beautiful standing there in a tuxedo holding a dozen roses. He gave the flowers to my mother and without saying a word; he picked me up and carried me to his waiting limo.

We had dinner and he took me to a motel and carried me up to the room. I was a little tipsy from drinking during dinner. I tried to explain things to him, but he insisted on not talking just action. I laid there on the bed as he began to take his clothes of. He removed his shirt and reached for his pants. I grabbed his hand and stopped him.

“Tyson it’s been a long time for me.” I said.

“Really, how long is long?” he said.

“Do you remember the one and only time we did it?”

“Yes I do, I think about it all the time.”

“Well that was my last time.”

“Are you serious?” “Yes I’m serious.”

“Wow, I didn’t know. Hey I understand, lets just take this night slow.”

“Sounds good to me, it’s been so long since I felt hands of a man against my skin. Will you just lay with me and if it happens, then we’ll go with the flow?”

“Sure baby, whatever you want.”

He threw his shirt across the chair. He came over to my side of the bed and grabbed my hands and stood me up. He began to remove my clothes leaving my bra and panties on. He then removed his shoes and pants. His body was so sexy, I wanted to take him right there, but I didn’t and I couldn’t.

We got in bed and he was behind me. After a few minutes of talking, he started to kiss the back of my neck with soft peaks along with long slow touches with his hand across my body. It felt so wonderful to be touch by a man, and even more wonderful that Tyson was the man doing it. I could feel his manhood pressed against my back. I closed my eyes and pretended he was taking me from behind.

His hand found my breast and he began to slide his hand over my bra covered breasts. This extracted low soft moans from my lips. He placed his left hand on the right side of my face and turned my head to him and passionately started kissing me. His lips worked magic on my entire body.

I turned over onto my back and opened my legs giving him permission to touch me down there. He kissed me and slid his hand between my legs. His fingers were on each side of my pussy lips. My hands eased across his well toned athletic body. His smell, his body and his touch was intoxicating. I lay there in total sexual bliss as I felt my juices glide from within and find the opening of my womanhood and slithered out into my panties.

I clamped hold of his hand with my legs and held it there until my shaking and shivering stopped. He removed his hand and put his arms around me and we both fell asleep.

Tyson is back in my life and we’re taking it slow. That saying that I once considered corny, isn’t corny any more. It was along wait, but well worth it, it will take some time before I’ll be able to give myself to him sexually, but I’m enjoying getting there. This indeed is true love and was meant to be.

It was the spring of my freshman year in college when I got my first blissful taste of chocolate.

Growing up in tiny Spearman, Texas there wasn’t many Black families around; as a matter of fact I don’t remember any Blacks in my senior class. When it was time to go to college, I decided to stay close to home and attend college, so I settled on a small college in the Oklahoma panhandle about an hour drive from home, it had an enrollment of only 3500 students.

My freshman year was full of late nights and alcohol. I swear to you 80 of the women there were alcoholics, they just didn’t know it. In a town that small there wasn’t much else to do besides drink and have sex, and every night of the week one or both of those activities were going on in someone’s dorm room.

My roommate Jessica was from Guymon, Oklahoma about 20 miles from the college; her father was the local high school boys’ basketball coach. She was a stone cold freak, sex to her was like breathing, and it had to be done in order to live. She loved Black guys, which were the only guys she would have sex with. She grew up like I did, not around Blacks. She said she had sex with her first Black guy her senior year in high school.

She was at a party when one of the basketball players at the college showed up. She said she was drunk and all over him, one thing led to another and he fucked her in her car parked in front of the party. It was the beginning of her obsession with Black men.

She would date White guys, but she wouldn’t fuck them, she would only fuck Black guys. Dating White guys was her way of pulling the wool over her father’s eyes. He wasn’t keen on his daughter dating outside the race. That’s the way we all grew up in that area, it was like an unwritten rule. You knew dating a Black guy was totally unacceptable in your family. Have a baby, do some drugs, hell even murder someone, just don’t be caught dating a Black guy. It was like that and that’s just the way it was.

The first time I thought about fucking a Black guy was after I witness my roommate get almost fucked to death by a Black football player. It was the weekend of our 3rd week of school. She snuck him in our room at 2 o’clock early Saturday morning. I was asleep, but her never ending moaning and groaning woke me up.

I was in bed with my back to her, but I rolled over and faced her, but pretended I was asleep. There was light coming through the blinds on our window from the moon. I could see him fucking her hard and fast. I felt sorry for her pussy, but even though he was really fucking her hard she was in pleasure paradise. I heard her say she was cumin at least four times.

I watched her ride him for a few minutes, and then she got off him and got between his legs and started to suck him off. The ray of moon light came through the blinds and covered his cock, and for the first time I believed what they said about Black guys. His cock was big and uncut.

I had to gasp for air when I saw it; I was trying to figure out how my roommate was able to take all of him inside her 4′11″ body. He got an A for the fucking he put on her, but she got an A for being able to vaginally digest that much cock.

Listening to her slurping sounds she was applying to his cock made me want to get some cock put in me, but I wasn’t going to go near the beast across the bed from me. She sucked on him until her little mouth got tired. He picked her up and bounced her up and down on his cock, her back was towards me, and I could see his cock stretching her little bald pussy, as he dug deep in her like a miner in a tram.

They finally finished up and I slid my hand between my legs comforting my pussy, and letting my pussy know I was going to protect her from an invasion like that which we both had witnessed. I knew after that night I was destined to get Black dicked, but I knew I was staying the fuck away from those big ass football players.

A month later I was at the gym watching the men basketball team practice and my roommate was salivating over one of the basketball players. I have to admit he was a fine ass brotha, but my eyes were on the assistant coach Leroy Holmes. The man stood 6′9″ tall and was finer than a mother. you know what. I watched as he went through some of the drills and started to sweat, there’s something about sweat on a Black man’s body, don’t ask me what it is, because I don’t know. All I know is it is what it is.

The first time I saw Coach Holmes was during freshman orientation, he was in charge of the class. I didn’t think much of him at that time; I just thought he was tall, but seeing him on the floor in his shorts and the sweat droplets covering his body made me crave him. My freaky roommate was scoping me out as I watched him intensely. She leaned over towards me and started talking shit.

“Girl I see you got your eyes on some chocolate. Damn are you coming to the dark side? She said.

“I’m just checking out the team.” I said.

“Team my ass I saw you checking out Coach Holmes. You want him don’t you?”

“No. Now stop it, I’m checking out all the guys.”

“Yeah but you want some Black dick don’t you.”

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.”

“Girl you don’t fool me, I know your ass be awake when I be getting my fuck on sometime.”

“Most of the time I’m not.”

“Yeah but sometime you are, and I know you’ve seen some of those monster dicks going up in me.”

“Hey to much info that’s enough.”

“You want me to hook you up with Coach Holmes?”

“No thank you, I’m not interested.”

“Okay suit yourself, but just in case you want to know he works late at his office, and he has a bed in his storage closet for when he’s to tired to go home late at night.”

“How do you know so much about him?”

“I don’t, but I fucked the coach he replaced, and we did our thing on that bed in the storage room when he would work late.”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m not fucking him.”

“Yeah right, and I’m a virgin.”

“Come on lets go to dinner.”

“Okay Becky you go ahead and lead the way Ms. Undercover Freak.”

I was doing some serious fronting with her; all the while as she talked to me my pussy was on fire with lust. I wasn’t hungry for dinner; I was hungry for Coach Holmes. We sat through dinner and ended up back at the gym. As I opened the door, Coach Holmes was coming out.

“Good evening ladies.” He said

“Hey Coach Holmes, how are you?” Jessica said. Trying to sound sexy and shy at the same time.

I just stood there unable to talk.

“What’s wrong with your friend, does the cat have her tongue?”

“No she’s just in shock from being so close to you. She’s had thoughts of doing you.”

“Is that right, and exactly what do you want to do to me young lady?”

“I don’t want to do nothing to you, Jessica just acting silly.” I said.

“Well I have to go, take care.”

“Coach Holmes, you working late tonight?” Jessica asked.

“As a matter of fact I am why you ask?”

“You want the truth, or a lie?”

“I want the truth.”

“Well if you’re working late my friend Becky wanted to come visit you.”

“Is that true Becky?”

“I guess, I don’t know, yeah probably.’

“Sure come visit me and we can talk basketball, I’ll be back in my office at 9:00pm tonight. Just come to the back door it should be open.”

“Okay coach she’ll see you tonight.”

“If you say so, see you later.”

“Bye coach, she’ll see you later.”

I glared at her with the disdain of a woman scorned. I was so mad at her, but at the same time I was grateful for her inviting me to his office. I went to my room and dreamed about fucking Coach Holmes hoping that would make the time go by faster. But it didn’t time seemed to go by at a slower pace than normal. My mind was racing 100 miles per hour, I didn’t know what to think, part of me was afraid yet part was excited. At that time I just wanted to feel him inside me, and I wanted it bad.

I dozed off to sleep and slept until 10:00pm. Jessica got me up with her loud talking and beer drinking with two of her male friends. I headed over to the gym with butterflies in my stomach and chills over my body. I got to the back door, but it was lock. I tried the front and it was also lock. I figures it was going to be in the cards that night, so went back to the dorm.

Jessica was still there with her friends and the three of them was getting busy, she was being fucked by both of them at the same time. The girl was a big time freak; she just loved fucking, especially by big Black guys. I didn’t want to witness another one of her fuck session so I went to the lobby to watch a movie.

Two weeks after my inability to get into the gym, I ran into Coach Holmes when I was coming out of my evening biology lab. He stopped me and asked where I was going, I told him I was going back to the dorm to study. He told me I didn’t need to study, he said I needed to go with him and help him with some work. So like a good girl willing to help the needed, I went along with him.

We got to his office and I could see his storage room door slightly open, and there was a roller way bed inside it. “Damn the girl was telling the truth,” I said under my breath.I sat across from his desk as he fiddled around doing his coaching thing. We started to talk about sex and other shit.

“Have you ever been with a Black guy before Becky?” He said.

“No but I want to.”

“Oh really, so do you have someone in mind?”

“Yes I do, I really want to get with you.”

“Is that so, well if we do get together we have to keep on the d-lo.”

“I can do that, I have no problem with that, because I don’t like people knowing my business.”

“So what are you into Becky?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, like what do you like sexually?”

“Well I’ll try anything once and twice if I like it.”

“So you’re down with whatever?”

“I guess you can say that.”

He came over to where I was sitting and got on his knees in front of me. His huge hands and long fingers unbutton my blouse, his eyes widen as they eyed my braless breasts. My nipples got instantly hard as he touched them slowly and softly. I was completely at the mercy of his touches. My body basked in the extreme excitement from him being so close to me.

His soft full lips found their way to my thin lip gloss covered lips and gently placed kisses on them. The area between my legs was on fire, I yearned to feel him inside of me. I thought he would take me in a manly way, the way the football players had taken Jessica so many times, but he didn’t.

I imagined him yanking me from the chair; turn me around and bending me over the chair and dick invading me from behind. But to my surprise he took his time with me, and he was gentle it was like he was a teacher and I was his student and he wanted to make sure I learn my lesson the right way.

The excitement of his touches and the realization of me getting fuck by a Black man for the first time made my panties wet. I could feel my pussy’s self lubrication trickling out of me and coming face to face with my panties. The many nights of watching Jessica get big dick fuck by so many guys was running through my head. The exhilaration on her face, her moans and groans, the hundreds of time she said “Fuck me harder and deeper,” all flashed before my eyes, which made me want Coach Holmes even more.

His long warm tongue escaped from his mouth and found a home upon my breasts, as he ran his tongue over each breast and kissed and sucked on my hard nipples. My hands began to caress his body and slither over his perfect bald head. His tongue was like a key as each placement of it upon my body opened my legs further and further apart until the width in which they were open left no doubts about what I wanted. I wanted him between my legs, and it didn’t matter if he dove between my legs head or dick first, just as long as one of those heads was between my legs.

His huge hands picked me up from the chair; I stood there trembling from his touches and the excitement of not knowing what he was going to do next. He slid my blouse down my arms; next he turned me around and unzipped my skirt. I was standing there with my back against his chest with only my Looney Tunes panties on; it was testament to the moment. An older, stronger, more mature man, with a young inexperienced woman who didn’t have a clue as she stood wearing cartoon covered panties.

Coach hands came in front of me and massaged my breasts; I could feel the rising of the once small bulge in his pants. The many tiny hairs on my arms were standing at attention. The chills and tremors he sent throughout my body with his tongue tracing over the back of my neck took me to my knees. It was too much to handle standing up; I put my elbows on the chair and spread my legs. I wanted him to take me doggie style right there on the floor.

I looked back over my shoulders and he was removing his clothes. First his shirt came off revealing his hairless muscular chest, then he removed his shorts, and his dick was definite a sight for sore eyes. I was ecstatic about the size of his dick; it was about 4 inches and not thick like the dicks I had seen go into Jessica, so I felt relieved. The whole time he was touching me I was a little afraid that he would be too big for my little tight twice fucked pussy.

He walked around in front of me and sat in the chair, his limp dick was in my face, without him saying a word I knew what he wanted me to do. Looking up at him I held his dick in my right hand and rubbed his chest with my left. My small mouth moved up and down on his dick until I got it hard. His dick grew 3 more inches as I reached my maximum dick to mouth intake, which was only about 5 inches.

I orally made love to his dick with the devotion of a sexually deprived woman. My tongue rolled over his dick as my slurping increased along with my suction. I had accomplished my mission of getting him hard as a rock and getting an orgasm while I sucked his dick.

Coach Holmes pulled me up by my shoulders, standing in front of him he pulled his shorts over to him with the heel of his foot. He retrieved a rubber from the back pocket and proceeded to open it and cover his saliva drenched dick.

After fully covering his dick, he grabbed my legs one at a time and sat me on his dick with my legs wrapped around his waist. He rose from the chair and stood up with his dick all the way in me. He walked to the storage room and we got in the bed in the missionary position with my legs completely wrapped around his waist. He felt so good in me I had to express my satisfaction.

“Oh coach you feel so good in me.” I said. “Oh yeah just like that, and right there, don’t stop, whatever you do don’t stop.”

He didn’t disappoint me; he kept the same pace and brought out another orgasm from the deep part of my sexual valley. My hips met his every movement, as I held on for my sexual life. I rolled over on him and began to ride the black bull like a real cowgirl would. I could feel every inch he had up in me and the sensation was awesome.

With my hands on his chest I fucked him like he deserved to get fucked. My masterful pussy contractions and inner pussy muscles held his dick captive long enough to allow his dick to cumatized my pussy with the eruption needed to make it happy. I rode his dick until I felt it got limp and slid out of me. I leaned forward until we were breast to chest and I kissed him passionately as I rubbed my pussy over his limp dick and stole another orgasm.

Exhausted, we feel asleep with me on top of his muscular chest and my soaked pussy resting atop his limped rubber covered dick.

Coach Holmes and I were lovers for the remainder of that year. It was some of the best sex I ever had. He left the summer of that year to go play professional basketball overseas. I never heard from him again after he left. But trust me he left his mark on me. On my right thigh there’s a tattoo of a heart, and in that heart there’s the letters C.H.

My husband, Luke and I were brought up in a very strict religious cult in Nebraska and our parents organised that we be married at sixteen. It seems very young, but that was usual for our community and it did seem to work since it is now 20 years on and I am just approaching my 37th birthday.

To say we were naïve was an understatement. Nobody smoked, drinking was only on special occasions and wives did as they were told by their husbands and bible class was compulsory every Sunday afternoon. We knew little about the world outside our community and the only sex education was given to Luke the day before our wedding. Prior to that we didn’t even know about sex as discussion about it was forbidden. So for 20 years we did ‘it’ once a month in what I now know to have been the missionary position, and not that I knew at the time, I never once had an orgasm during sex, although I had explored my own body and had fingered myself to a climax several times, later feeling dirty and unclean over what I had done. At the age of 36 I had never seen another man naked or seen any penis other than my husband’s.

We had moved away to California in our early 20’s and Luke had settled into a steady job for a national company, getting fairly regular promotions, but nothing for a year or two and he was starting to get frustrated about this. Anyway, about a year ago Luke came home one night and said we had been invited by his MD, Chris to a home warming party at his new house to celebrate his recent divorce from his fifth wife! I had met Chris many times before and he had even been to a swimming party at our place. Six foot two, blond and well built and admired by all the women, hence the number of wives and although I thought he was very attractive, I had been put off by his arrogance and the way he always manoeuvred himself to be near me and make suggestive comments whenever we were out of Luke’s earshot. Given our background I was shocked by his talk and never said a word to Luke who used to tease me that Chris fancied me and how jealous he was that I was married to Luke.

” I want you to wear that short summer dress when we go to Chris’s tonight” Luke announced the day of the party

“No way am I wearing that so he can see me in it”. Luke was aware that I didn’t like Chris but thought it was because of the way he was with women generally rather than things he had said to me. “I don’t want HIM looking at me in the same way he is with every other woman he meets”

“Look, I need to keep in with Chris if I’m ever going to get promotion and it’s always the executives with the pretty wives who get on”.

I was sort of flattered by this as I had kept myself in good shape at 5 foot six, 116 pounds and a 36C bust and I was not so naïve to realise that men looked at me and fancied me.

As if he was reading my mind Luke said “You know how Chris fancies you. We’ve both seen it and I need you to just be nice to him tonight”

“No way” I replied “He may be good looking but I don’t like his attitude to women and I’m not wearing that dress just so he can lech over me as well”

“Listen, I need this promotion and you’ll damn well wear that dress whether you want to or not and what’s more, for arguing with me, you will make yourself look more attractive to Chris by not wearing a bra”

Given our upbringing, I knew I couldn’t go against Luke’s wishes, so at seven that night I arrived at Chris’s new mansion in my white summer holiday dress which finished six inches above the knee, with my firm breasts moving freely under the sheer fabric. Luke and I were not talking at this stage and my anger at him intensified as the cold air hardened my nipples making them visible through my dress.

Chris met us at the door, looking as handsome as ever, but I felt the familiar revulsion as he stared at my nipples and let his eyes wander up and down my body.

“Glad you two could make it, especially you Helen. Luke’s a lucky man having been married 20 years to someone like you. I mean, look at me. Only 38 and just got rid of wife number 5, having said that, if I’d met someone who looked as hot as you I guess I’d still have been married to you as well” As we passed I felt Chris move his hand against my thigh and although it was only brief, I turned round and glared at him. He just smiled at me and looked at my nipples again.

“Go and help yourselves to a drink and I be with you again later when I met all my other guests.”

Did I need a drink! I managed to get away from Luke who I was still mad with and was soon surrounded by other work colleagues and unusually for me I was pouring alcohol down my neck. After six cocktails the room was starting to spin when Luke came over to me.

“Look Honey, I’m sorry about making you wear the dress but the evening is going really well and you do look a million bucks. Chris says he wants to show us round the house. It really is something you know; twelve bedrooms all with ensuite. Come on, let’s go with him now then we can go home.”

My head was spinning more than ever as we went over to Chris who, in my drunken state looked very handsome despite his attitude. It must have been the drink because I actually found myself flirting with him as we chatted. Just as we were to go round the house someone called Luke away to talk to him about a project they were working on. “It’ OK Helen, you go with Chris and I’ll see you back here soon.”

Chris showed me around the 6 downstairs rooms before we went up the stairs. He was having to support me as I couldn’t walk straight and was giggling and leaning against him as we went into bedroom number 1 which was palatial. As the door closed Chris swung me round and kissed me full on the lips and surprisingly I responded as he was so passionate in the way he did it. After a minute I felt his hand slide down to my thigh and up my dress, parting my legs as he did so and I just let him. A finger moved inside my panties and touched my clitoris and I felt a surge of arousal. Luke had never done that and I liked the feeling.

Chris moved us over to a chest of drawers and hitched my bottom onto the edge as I looked down to see that his penis was out. Luke’s was about 4 inches which I thought was normal until I saw Chris’s 7 inches. I didn’t think it would go in me! Chris pushed me so I was lying down on the drawers and pulled the gusset of my panties to one side as he pushed it in. It felt very big and nice and after about a minute he ejaculated up my vagina.

Suddenly I realised what I had let him do to me and I struggled up, pulled my panties on properly and pushed him away. There was no way Luke could ever find out about this and when I went to find him I told him I wanted to go as I felt sick because of the drink, which he accepted. As we drove home I felt Chris’s sperm soaking into my panties and I went straight to the bathroom pretending to be sick and flushing them down the toilet so he would never find out.

I thought that was the end of the affair. My drunken moment of weakness. I made sure we kept away from Chris and things had quietened down between us - I mean, how could I complain about Luke making me wear that dress after what I had done. Then the phone went.

“Helen. It’s Chris here and I think we ought to meet”

“No way” I replied “Don’t think I ever want to see you again after what happened the other week”

“I don’t think you are in a position to argue with me Helen” Something in his voice was threatening but I said “We’ll see about that!” and put the phone down.

It rang again immediately. “Helen. See if you have had any new e mail recently” and I turned the computer on to see the message ‘You have new mail’ flash up on the screen.

As I opened the message I was shocked to see a dozen pictures of me on my back on Chris’s chest of drawers with his penis in me.

“Where did these come from?” I demanded

“Never mind that. I expect you here at 3pm next Monday. I know Luke is away on business that day because I arranged it”

” And what if I don’t?” I replied

“Then your pictures will be sent to Luke and the rest of this division. Luke will have to resign of course. Be here at 3. Oh, and by the way, make sure you give that pretty little pussy of yours a trim before you come. Find out what a Brazilian is and get one!”

What could I do. I had no choice but to go. I found out about Brazilians from the internet and got one done at the local beauticians, telling Luke that it would be easier for when I wore a bikini on vacation. He seemed to accept this without question.

Next Monday I drove to Chris’s not knowing what to expect. He was charming when he came to the door and led me inside.

“I’ll get straight to the point Helen. I am going to fuck your tight little cunt whenever I want otherwise Luke gets told what a whore his pretty little wife is. Not only that, but I have a few friends who will have you as well. Be a good girl and I’ll see that Luke gets that promotion he’s been after”

“No way.” I began

“Shut up or I’ll call Luke now. I really don’t think you are in a position to argue do you?” he grinned “So let’s get you upstairs now and see if you’re as good as the last time you were here”

I went up to the bedroom in a daze. Was this really happening to me?

Chris sat on the edge of the bed “Take your clothes off Helen please” so I started to strip for him until I was just in my bra and panties. “Take those off as well” he ordered. I slowly removed them and stood totally naked in front of him.

“Don’t move from there” he said and left the room. Within a minute he returned but was not alone. “Take a good look guys at Helen. She will let you do whatever you want to her, won’t you Helen?”

There were three of them, all mid thirties and not bad looking. They came over to me and ran their hands over my body. My nipples hardened at their touch which prompted one of them to start to kiss my breasts and As this happened I watched the other two start to undress and move towards me.

“Suck my cock now” one of them said and I slowly dropped to my knees as he moved it to me. It was about 7 inches like Chris’s and I took it into my mouth, licking the end which felt hard and smooth and quite nice. Chris had taken his clothes off and told the men to move me onto the bed and hold my legs apart. I started to struggle but they held me firmly as Chris took a video of me lying there as the man I had been sucking climbed onto me and put his cock in. It was much bigger than Luke’s and despite my situation it felt nice and then he came in me and was immediately replaced by Chris who did it very quickly and I felt my clitoris tingle. He came as well and was followed by the next 2 men. The last one had the biggest cock of all - it must have been 8 inches and as he started to ejaculate I felt myself starting to come as well. I had never had an orgasm during sex before and it overwhelmed me in wave after wave of pleasure.

The men made me get on all fours and took me from behind before lying me on my back and fucking and licking me to orgasm again. Then they left and Chris told me to shower and meet him downstairs in 20 minutes.

“You did very well today Helen and I think you enjoyed it also” He was right. Despite my guilty feeling about Luke, I had no idea that sex was meant to be such pleasure.

“Be here again the first Monday of next month or else Luke gets the photos and a nice video of his wife acting like a slut. OK?”

I nodded and left.

Later that week Luke came home and told me of his promotion to Vice President , a new car and twenty thousand bucks a year raise. Chris had been as good as his word.

Despite the circumstances, as the month went by I began to look forward to the date of my next visit to Chris’s and when it came around he took me to another of his bedrooms and introduced me to 5 of his friends. They were a similar age to the last ones and the same size except for one who had the same length cock as the others, but much thicker and despite my feeling that I was doing all this against my will, he gave me 3 good orgasms. Each of who fucked me three times in different positions. I sucked two of them until they came in my mouth and one of them, the smallest, I’m pleased to say, pushed his cock into my arse and came up it. I couldn’t believe the pleasure this gave me! I had five orgasms in all and amazed myself by encouraging them to fuck me more. I had started to become a real slut as I realised what I had been missing these last twenty years.

Luke’s cock was small and he was a lousy lover. Seven inches was average and over the next 7 months I had every shape and size, including one of ten inches, in any and every hole in my body and I loved it. Luke didn’t even notice when I had completely shaved my cunt and he had his monthly fuck with me. It hardly felt as if he had entered me at all after all the cocks I had had in the last months!

I had been asking Chris to find me more, bigger men to fuck and he had duly obliged, filming every encounter from every angle possible as I fucked and sucked my way through scores of men. I had even taken to masturbating every other day to quell my sex drive.

Then one day I got a big shock. Luke had gone to play golf with a couple of buddies and I went into his office for some paper. As I looked into his attach case I noticed a load of DVD’s with post-it notes attached. I read the first one ‘ Helen with Rob, Stuart and Sam from Atlanta Division (All white). Your promotion is confirmed’ and then the next ‘Helen with Tom, Dan, Louis, Joe and Pete (All white)- Washington Division (The first time she takes it anally!)’

I put one and then another into the DVD player. Every one was graphic footage of me being fucked and it became clear from the notes that I had been fucking members of Chris’s companys other offices. The notes all had different messages telling Luke how I had performed and it was quite obvious that he was a willing party to my seduction and subsequent fucking activities.

I was mad. Luke had tricked me into getting fucked by Chris and knew that I was to be a fuck toy in return for his promotion. I knew how to get even. If he wanted his wife to be a slut then that was exactly what he was going to get!

Luke didn’t like black Americans. He never had and he had always kept me away from them. When I thought about it, not one man I had fucked was anything but white. Chris was in on this too and had respected Luke’s wishes that I remained a ‘whites only’ whore.

One thing my sexual awakening had done was to make me curious about porn on the internet and I had learned that the rumours about blacks having bigger cocks was true. I would get my revenge by fucking black men and set about making some contacts through a swingers site. I got a good reply and photo (with cock shot of course) from a good looking guy called Vincent. I told him what I wanted - “As many of the biggest black friends you can get together - minimum size 9 inches to spend a whole day and night fucking me Vincent. Also, you must film everything” I picked a date when I knew Luke was away on business and organised a large hotel suite with an emperor bed. I bought some really slutty clothes and shaved my cunt completely. As I drove to the rendezvous I felt my cunt wet into my panties.

I met Vincent in the lobby and was concerned when he was alone.

“Don’t worry” he said “My friends are on their way. I just promised them that I would get here first to see if you were genuine, which you obviously are.”

Vincent was a looker. Six foot six inches of manliness and very, very handsome. We went to the room and he poured us a drink “To get the atmosphere right” he said.

“You’ve got the camera” I asked and he nodded that it was all taken care of

Then his friends started to arrive. They were all nice looking and not one of them was less than six foot. I didn’t like small men and Vincent had picked some stunners. I started to get concerned though as more and more men entered the room and I whispered “God Vincent. How many men have you organized to come here today?”

“Thirty three” he replied looking for my reaction “Although that may grow as I asked them to bring their friends”

Sensing my hesitation he nodded to those near to him and they surrounded me and began to remove my clothes and as I looked round the room every man was taking off his clothes. Four of them carried me to the bed and laid me on my back, then two of them held my ankles and raised my feet so that my legs were pointing at the ceiling. They then pulled my legs apart to reveal my sopping wet cunt which Vincent filled with KY lubricant.

“You’re going to need this Babe with what you’re going to get tonight” and as I looked round the room I saw what he meant. Every cock was between 9 and 10 inches long and incredibly thick, and then I saw it. Near the far wall was a monster cock, bigger than the biggest dildo I had seen. It was 13 inches long and literally hung to the knees of its owner. The circumcised head alone was 4 inches - as big as Luke’s whole dick, and was 3 inches wide, getting thicker towards the base. His balls were huge and together with his cock, hung like a bulls between his muscular thighs. It’s owner was six foot seven at least.

Then it started. The first cock speared my cunt and fucked its load into me in two minutes and was quickly replaced as another put his 10 inches into my mouth. I was in ecstasy as these two real men fucked me at both ends . As soon as they fired their hot spunk in me others took their place and others who couldn’t wait masturbated over my face and tits. I felt their cum spurt all over and into my body as one after another shot his load.

Their hands were everywhere, feeling and squeezing my breasts and pulling my nipples so that they stood out hard from my body. As men were fucking me, others were rubbing my clitoris and pushing fingers in my cunt and more than one of them pushed a finger up my bottom.

My legs were still held apart and in the air when something changed. I had already been fucked by at least 60 men when the group parted and the man with the bull cock came to the edge of the bed.

“Turn her over” he commanded and they lifted me and placed me on my knees in the middle of the bed. They had clearly done this before as two held me by my wrists and pulled me forward so that my arse was in the air pointing towards bull cock. “Now wider” he ordered, and two more grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs wider until I could feel the lips of my cunt part. “Vincent. Make sure she’s ready ” he said and Vincent squeezed the whole tube of lubricant into my spunk soaked cunt and then I felt it. My labia felt as if they were being stretched beyond belief and I looked back under my body to see the 4 inch head slowly work its way into my cunt, stretching it unbelievably . I came just at the thought of what was to follow as two of the men started to pull my arse cheeks apart in order to open my cunt up more, and then the head was in! Bull cock started to slide the first 8 inches of his meat in and out with slow rhythmic strokes as I once again climaxed. Vincent moved to my head and put his big cock in my mouth and fucked it ’til he came and I swallowed all his spunk. When he withdrew I felt Bull cock hit the top of my vagina and looking back, saw 11 inches were already in me. I was speared by his monstrous cock! Laying me down onto the bed, he began to now fuck me hard and I felt every inch of his cock moving in and out of my dilated labia, dragging my clitoris in and out with it, until he exploded up my cervix with spurt after spurt of spunk. I came at the same time as his huge cock twitched and swelled as he came. When he finally withdrew my pussy stayed opened up wide. The guys then started to fuck me with two in my cunt at a time. They fucked me time and time again. They fucked my arse, cunt and mouth at the same time, until I had sperm dribbling from every hole in my body.

Part 3 Same deal as parts one and two, Guys. Remember this story is fiction.

What am I doing here? Why has everything gone wrong? Remember those words.

After Monica had left, Jon rang and ordered take-away pizza for dinner. It had been a long day and I was feeling shagged: figuratively and actually. Anne winked at me and asked if she should call my Mum and ask if I could sleep over.
Before I could answer, Jan came and snuggled up beside me on the sofa. Oh, please ring Mum, she cried. I want a chance to spend some time with Mark; I didn’t have much of a chance to today.
Anne made the call and assured my Mum it would be no bother to have me stay. OK, it’s all fixed, Mark, Anne said with a smile.
Jon came in from the garage where he had a darkroom and set up a projector and loaded a spool of film. Hit the lights, Sally, and we will see how this turned out, he said.
Sally turned out the lights and Jon started the projector. The picture was blurred until Jon adjusted the focus; then the picture sharpened to show the film of when Anne caught Jan giving me a blow job (from Part 1) and then having me fuck her. As the film progressed, I was surprised at how many different angles it had been shot from. Because it was the combined footage from two cameras the sequence was about twice as long as it had been in reality.
The film segment finished around nine o’clock and everyone agreed it was good. It took a bit of getting used to that the first porn film I had ever seen featured me and Anne. Back in those days we lived sheltered lives. I knew porn films existed but normally there was no chance of the average kid seeing one.
Anne tapped her finger on her watch. Jan and Mark; it’s bedtime for you two, it’s a school day tomorrow. Off you go, she said; giving both me, and Jan a kiss on the cheek.
Jan took my hand and led me to her room. We stripped off our clothes for the last time that day and climbed into her bed. Here I was, alone with Jan, at last. We snuggled together under the bedclothes and rolled towards each other; me on my left side, her on her right. She placed a hand on both sides of my face, drew me to her and kissed me lightly on the lips: then rolled over and whispered, Goodnight.
Whaaaaaaaaaaaat? Here I was with the girl I had been lusting after for the last few days aaaaaaaannnddd! Goodnight! Goodnight? What was going on? I thought we were on the same wavelength. Gee, I had a lot to learn about persons of the female persuasion.
Two minutes passed. I could feel a small movement in the bed. Then a small, giggling sound before Jan rolled over and hugged me. You are a darling, she said. Anyone else would have forced himself on me: but you didn’t. With that, she snaked her hand down between us and started to slowly rub my cock into wakefulness. I took my lead from her and slowly worked two fingers into her pussy. After fondling each other for a while; she was quite wet and I was nice and hard and oozing precum. Jan hooked her left leg over my thigh and worked her pussy down so it engulfed my cock to the hilt. We stayed in that position for a long while; lost in the sensation of being intimately together. Slowly we began to move together in a languorous way in no hurry to reach our climax.
Over the next hour or so, who knows how long, we moved and revelled in the feeling of our coupling. We kissed the other’s lips and caressed the others cheeks and bodies; sometimes almost falling into a sleepy trance; where nothing, not even time, existed only the feeling of togetherness. There were times we lay motionless for a minute or more; then Jan would contract her pussy muscles and squeeze my cock and I would respond by tensing the muscles at the base of my cock, making it twitch inside her. Young as we were, I think we discovered the difference between just fucking, and making love.
I still remember the feel of Jan’s emerging womanly body; the curve of her lower back, her waist narrowing, the slight flaring of her hips and her emerging breasts: then no more than a slight swelling upon her chest with the puffy, slightly enlarged nipples.
I woke around midnight and found my cock had subsided and slipped from Jan’s pussy. We were still holding each other; so I went back to sleep with a smile on my face.
I was having a really good dream; or was it a dream? Something warm and wet was moving on my dick. As I rose to full consciousness, I found it wasn’t a dream. Jan was working her mouth on my cock, which had responded by getting nice and hard. When she noticed I was fully awake, she removed her mouth from my cock and straddling my hips; guided it into her waiting slit. I watched as she lowered her hips and her pussy engulfed my shaft. She began to move; sometimes up and down on my cock; and sometimes rocking back and forth with my cock fully buried in her love tunnel. After a while I could tell she was close to orgasm - and mine was lagging. At the top of her next up stroke, when only the head of my cock remained in her; I grabbed her hips so she would stay in that position: then I began to thrust my hips up off the bed so my cock entered her fully. By bouncing up and down from the mattress I was able to thrust in and out of her pussy at a really fast pace. By the time Jan started to moan that she was going to cum I had caught up.
‘I’m cuuuuummmmmming, Mark, she squealed.
‘Meeee toooooo, I grunted in reply.
I could feel my cock release spurt after spurt of cum into her tightly gripping tunnel. Before my erection could subside I kept pumping it into her. I loved the way my cock was so super sensitive after cumming. After thirty seconds or so Jan started to cum again: this one was more intense than the last.
‘Fuck me harder, fuck me harder and make me cum again, she squealed.
I tried to comply but I felt my muscles in my back, stomach and legs begin to tire. With a last upthrust of my hips I bucked her off me and onto her back; then I rolled over and pressed my face to her pussy. I worked my tongue in and out of her sopping hole, ran my tongue up and down her silky slit; and sucked on her clit. My face was covered with a mixture of my saliva, her pussy juices and my cum - a mixture I wasn’t used to; but not unpleasant. While I was sucking on her clit, I worked two fingers into her pussy and began to finger fuck her hard and fast. In a matter of moments she had a huge orgasm that seemed to last for a minute and drenched my lower face and hand with her juices.
It wasn’t long after our breathing had returned to normal that Anne came in the room. I heard you two were awake, she smirked. Now get cleaned up for school breakfast is in ten minutes.
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That’s the way things went on for a while. We made the underage porn movies, did the specials and Jan and I fucked every chance we got. I was on top of the world for a while eleven years old and enjoying a variety of sex partners. Jon organised plenty of specials who were mostly in their thirties and several girls between ten and fifteen for the movies. Slowly it dawned on me; all I really wanted to do was make love to Jan. I was in love with her and resented other males fucking her.
I had a huge blow-up with Jon when I found out he was to fuck Jan in another movie he was making. I pointed out that she was his daughter and he shouldn’t be fucking her. I talked Anne into backing me up on the issue: I got the feeling she had never been happy about him fucking his daughters anyway. I settled down and things went along smoothly for a while.
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One day I met Jan at the school gate as I did most mornings. Right away I knew something was wrong by the way Jan was acting. As she came up to me I could see she had a black eye. There had been an effort to disguise it with make-up but it was still obvious.
I took me a while to get the story out of Jan; but she finally told me, tearfully, what had happened. She had a special the night before; he had gotten a bit rough with her and when she complained; he had punched her. Jon and Anne had thrown the arsehole out of the house and told him not to come back.
I was furious and left school immediately; running around to Jan’s house. Anne was the only one home so I started to scream at her. How could you let that happen to her? Why didn’t you call the cops? I asked.
Anne finally got me settled down. It’s time to wake up to the facts, Mark, that guy was the cops! Then she went on to explain how the people we had been servicing were a very influential group: they were cops, lawyers, judges and politicians as well as a few underworld figures. She said that she knew how I felt but there was nothing we could do: just put up with it.
I couldn’t bear the thought of it happening again and was determined to do something to fix it. I’ll go to the newspapers and the TV news and spill the story to them, I said.
‘Go and lie down on Jan’s bed and think about it; maybe have a snooze for a while, Anne suggested.
I took her advice and lay down for a while. I must have been more emotionally drained than I thought because I soon fell asleep.

I awoke suddenly, a stinging sensation in the crook of my elbow: in time to see a strange guy withdraw a syringe from my arm. As I struggled to get up, I started to feel woozy and my eyes were having trouble focusing. As I fell back on the bed I heard Anne say in a apologetic voice, Sorry, Mark, but I have to think of my family’s welfare.
There was a sort of soft hissing, rumbling noise in my ears as I slipped into unconsciousness.

I slowly regained consciousness, feeling like my head was going to split open and I was going to throw up. Where was I? The small room I was in was vibrating gently and moving slowly up and down and rocking side to side.
‘WHAT AM I DOING HERE? WHY HAS EVERYTHING GONE WRONG?
After I had dozed and woken a few times; I began to feel a little better and knelt on the bed so I could look out the window, to see where I was. The scene that greeted me as I looked was of miles and miles of ocean. That explained why the window was small and round; I was on a boat: a big boat.
A long while later; although it was probably only an hour, an unshaven man in work clothes came into the cabin. On yer feet, laddie, the Captain wants a word wit yer, he growled.
I climbed off the bunk and was escorted to the bridge. There I was met by a tall, scruffy, looking man with an eye-patch covering his right eye. I looked down, but couldn’t detect a wooden leg; so he wasn’t a total cliché. So you’re awake! About time too! Just so we understand each other, Matey: any trouble and it’s over the side with you, he said; giving me a withering glare. They don’t want you making trouble back in Australia and they don’t really care if you get to where I’m being paid to take you.
‘Put im to work in the galley, Blackie, said the Captain before turning back to the business of running his ship.

Work in the galley wasn’t bad: Cookie, the cook (are they ever called anything else?) was easy going and didn’t work me too hard. I was treated like one of the crew: except that I was locked in my cabin when we were in port and not allowed to go ashore with the crew. The ship didn’t have a set route; it would drop one cargo in a port; pick up a new cargo and go to its next destination. We spent nearly three months going from one Indonesian island to another before heading for Sri Lanka (or Ceylon, as it was known then). After the ship was tied up to the wharf and unloading commenced the crew was given liberty ashore and I was locked in my cabin. I was used to the boring routine and settled in to read a book to pass the time. At around 9pm I turned in for the night.

Suddenly I was shocked into wakefulness. My cabin light was shining in my eyes and Cookie was swaying drunkenly beside my bunk.
‘Wake up, Mark me ol shipmate! he cried. Stop playin wiv yer pisser an see what ol Cookie as brung yer!
With that he staggered to the hatchway, reached through it and dragged a young Tamil girl into the cabin by her arm. She was about fifteen, tall, slim and very dark skinned; like the majority of her people. She stood smiling shyly, watching me rub the sleep from my eyes.
‘There yer go, Sunshine. All bought an paid fer. Compliments of yer ol mate, Cookie.
I must have looked perplexed in my drowsy state. Cookie’s next statement got my attention.
‘She may be black on the outside, Mate, but she’s pink on the inside where it counts, he chuckled. See yer in the morning, he said as he closed the cabin door.
Patting the bed beside me, I motioned for the girl to join me. After she was settled we talked for a while, finding out about each other. Her name was Mahri; she was fifteen and her mother had been selling her favours to sailors and waterfront men since she was twelve. Cookie had told her that I was a virgin and she assured me she would teach me about sex. She was disappointed when I told her I already had experience: she thought I would be her first virgin.
It was obvious to me this wasn’t to be a great romance; just a commercial transaction, courtesy of Cookie. I climbed off the bed, pushed my boxers down over my hips and let them fall to the floor. Taking Mahri’s hands I pulled her to her feet beside the bed. I unbuttoned the front of her short-sleeved blouse and removed it, letting it join my boxers on the floor. Naked to the waist, she looked like a slim dancer carved from ebony. Her firm, high breasts were a B cup size tipped with dark, satiny nipples. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her to me. Cupping her left breast in my right hand, I pressed my open mouth to her right breast and circled her hardening nipple with my tongue. With my left hand I undid the knot at the waist of her sarong and let it slide down her long shapely legs. Now we were both naked I pulled back from her breasts and took in the perfection of her body. Once I saw past the colour of her skin; I noticed the fine bone structure of her face and her delicate, regular features in short, she was beautiful.
I lay back on the bed. Mahri stood looking at me and was intrigued with my blond hair, the whiteness of my skin where it was untouched by the sun and my wispy blond pubic hair. She came to me on the bed, her tongue teasing my nipples and her hand stroking my cock. I rolled her onto her back and went to work sucking her tits and nipping and nibbling her nipples while my hand was busy between her thighs, kneading her outer cunt lips. In a few moments, I was rewarded with the feeling of her juices beginning to flow and coating my fingers. I was able to slip one finger, then two, then three into her pussy and move them around; occasionally giving her clit a rub with my thumb. By then she was fairly dripping from her pussy and squirming her hips around on the bed.
‘Stop, Mark, she said. Cookie pay for me to give you pleasure’. With that said, she rolled me onto my back and spread my legs. Kneeling between my legs, she took my almost erect cock into her mouth; working her lips up and down the shaft and running her tongue along the underside. Mahri worked away on my cock until it was fully hard; then pulled her mouth from it with a slurping noise. She moved upward, straddling my hips and I was able to see her pink inner pussy lips through the neatly trimmed, shiny black pubic hair. The contrast between the moist pink surrounded by the shiny blackness was a turn on for me. Mahri grasped my cock and slowly lowered her pussy towards it. When the head of my cock made light contact with her pussy lips, she worked it back and forth along her weeping slit, making it nice and slick. Rocking up and down, little by little her pussy engulfed my cock until it was buried fully in her. Raising her hips up and down she slowly began to fuck me; rising up until only the head of my cock was in her; then lowering until I filled her again. I lay, fascinated, watching my lily-white cock slide in and out of her black cunt. Mahri had wonderful muscle control: as she rose up, she tightened the muscles of her pussy, giving me the feeling that my cock was being milked by a warm slippery hand or mouth: or by some combination of the two.
After several minutes of this slow fucking Mahri said, OK, now you cum for Mahri! With that she increased her tempo and I could feel my cum load building up in my balls. I began humping my hips up from the bunk, thrusting my cock into her cunt, hard and fast. She was panting hard, her head lolling from side to side, then thrown back as she started to cum. I grabbed her hips and plunged my cock into her fully as I spurted my cum from my pulsing organ. Shot after shot of jism coated the walls of her pussy and began to leak out past my cock and slowly dribble down my ass crack.
After a few minutes Mahri pulled off my deflated cock and lay beside me on the bunk. We drifted off to sleep holding each other.
I was woken by the sound of my cabin door being flung open. Cookie called out, Wakey, wakey, Sunshine. Time to be up and working.
I must have slept soundly. Mahri was gone and the ship was under way.
‘I hope it wasn’t true love between youse two, said Cookie. Cause I giv er a mornin glory fuck meself before I put er ashore this mornin’. Then he added, Well I did pay fer er did’n I?
‘You did, Cookie, I replied. And I thank you. It’s been a while since I’ve had any pussy.
I admit, I felt grateful to Cookie; but I didn’t like the way men wanted to treat women like objects rather than the wonderful creatures they are. Maybe I still had a lot to learn.
‘Anyway, ol Son; we’re heading for your last port, ol Son.
I didn’t know what he meant. So I asked him.
‘Where the hell are we going? I asked him.
‘You know, you can’t go home, he asked. If you go home, they will kill you.
You know that? He said.
I now knew my life and the lives of my family and friends depended on me keeping my mouth closed.

Two weeks later the ship berthed at a port in the Middle East.
As usual, in port, I was locked in my cabin. Then after the cargo was unloaded and the crew on liberty ashore, two Arab men dressed in business suits came to my cabin. I was pushed back onto the bunk and held down by one of the men while the other injected something into my arm. With a roaring noise in my ears my mind receded into darkness.

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I came back to a state of awareness with the familiar headache and groggy feeling. I was lying on the rear seat of a car, which was moving rapidly through the darkness of a moonless night. Sitting up, I was surprised to see we were out in the desert. There seemed to be nothing for miles but sand and rocks.
The front seat passenger became aware of me sitting up and turned towards me saying, Decided to join us, I see.
‘Where am I? What’s going on? I asked in an unsteady voice.
‘You are now the guest of the Prince, our master and leader of our tribe, for as long as you can please him, replied the passenger.
I didn’t like the sound of that. I had heard stories of white slavery; but thought they were only stories. Shit like that didn’t happen in the twentieth century, or did it? So what if I don’t please him, I asked nervously.
‘Pull the car over, Ahmed, the passenger said in a no nonsense tone.
The car stopped on the verge of the road. The passenger climbed out, opened my door and grabbing me by the scruff of the neck, dragged me from the car. What do you see? he asked gratingly.
‘Nothing but sand and rocks, I replied in a shaky voice.
‘That’s right and if you were to be buried here; who would ever know? came his menacing retort. And if I was in a good mood; I may even kill you before I bury you. But I wouldn’t count on it, if I were you, he added before shoving me back in the car and slamming the door.

And that is the way I found myself as a fuck toy for a middle-eastern tribal chieftain.

Sorry, Folks. I tried to continue the story but I found that trying to write about the gay thing didn’t sound convincing: so the story stops here.
The story started out as a fuck story; but finished up as a social comment on our times. Child pornography, child prostitution and white slavery all exist in our modern world.