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Laura and I took many trips to Edinburgh. We went back to the ladies club
several times, and twice we went home with women we met there. Arnold
enjoyed hearing about those adventures, but they are very similar to the
others I've already written down, so I won't go into detail here.
This is a story I related to my husband about 2 years into my residence in
Scotland;

"Did you come up with any new stories for me, Sweetheart?" Arnold asked me.
We were soaking in the bathtub together, an intimacy that I always enjoyed
very much.
"Oh yes. Laura and I went shopping in Edinburgh again."
I was resting on my back against my husband's front. He ran his hand up my
torso under the warm soapy water "Yes?" he prompted.
"We dressed up and went out in the evening. We passed by a bar filled with
men watching sports on a big TV; Laura insisted we go in and have a drink."
"Go on."
"She had one of those cocktails she likes, and as usual I had orange juice."

"I love the vibes in here." Laura told me. "Don't you?"
"I don't know." I told her. "They all seem so intent on their game."
The men were all black, except for one who was sitting with the only other
woman in the place, a thin white woman with long brown hair.
The men didn't seem to have anything in common other than their skin color
and their sport; there were old ones and young ones, tall and short ones,
some had thick long hair in ropes down their backs, while some had no hair
at all.
The woman came over to the table where I sat with Laura.
"Can I join you?" she asked.
"Sure." said Laura.

"It can get pretty boring in here when there's a game on." The woman said.
"I'm Heather, by the way."
"Can I get you a beer, Heather? I'm Laura, and this is my friend Lek." Laura
said.
"That's ok, I'm fine." Said Heather. "I just wanted to tell you that things
can get a bit wild in here when the game ends."
"Wild?" said Laura. "What do you mean?"
The woman looked a bit embarrassed.
"Well, the guys like to party a little."
"Sounds like fun." Laura said.
"Well, I like it." Heather said, "But it's not for everyone."
"You mean we shouldn't stay?" Laura asked. I thought she was starting to get
irritated.
"Well, I don't mind at all if you do, it's just that."
"What?"
"When the game is over, I'm going to take my clothes off." Heather said.
"Really? Why?" I asked her.
"It's just something that's sort of become traditional in here on Friday
nights." Heather said.
Suddenly the men all started shouting at the television; the game had ended.
They all turned and looked at Heather, smiling and raising their beer mugs
in salute, as though she had been responsible.
She grinned and stood up. She was very tall and slender, and in her thirties
I guessed. She had a lovely face.
She made a whooping sound, and began to dance while taking off her clothes.
The black men formed a ring around her as they watched.
The bartender came over; "I'm going to have to lock the door now." He told
us. "It gets a bit crazy in here after a match, you ladies should probably
go somewhere else."
"We'd rather stay if that's alright." Laura told him. "Heather told us all
about it."
"Really? Well, it's fine with me. Just let me know if you change your mind
and I'll let you out." He said, before going to the door and locking it with
his key.
"Oh shit." Laura said. I followed her eyes to a table on the other side of
the small room; our new friend Heather was lying on it naked, her long legs
stretched out, and a dark face was pressed between her thighs. The other men
were watching, some were touching her breasts or belly. One bent down and
kissed her on the mouth, and she put her arms around him.
The white man who had been sitting with her when we arrived was handing out
little packets.
"One for each of you, gents, plenty to go around." He said. They were
condoms.
The white woman on the table caught my eye for a moment, and smiled at me
happily. One of the black men held his penis to her lips, and she took it in
her hands and started to eat it. He was big and hairless, and his penis soon
grew hard and formidable. It was very black in contrast to her pale face.
"That's incredible." Laura said to me, "I think she's going to do it with
all of them!"
"She usually does." Said the white man. We had been staring so intensely at
the action on the table, we hadn't noticed him sit down next to us.
"The first time, there were two guys. Then there were four. I think there's
about twenty five in here tonight."
"Twenty five men!" Laura said; "And I thought I was a randy bitch. Can she
really do that?"
"I guess. There's always a few more. Last week I counted twenty two, and
Heather managed them all."
"Is she your wife?" I asked.
"Yes." He said. "Well, six nights a week, anyway."
"Hey, sugar; do you want some too?" one of the black men asked me. I looked
up at him in shock; he stood before me stark naked, his dark penis half hard
between us, swaying from side to side.
"That's very impertinent of you." I told him crossly. "I don't even know
you."
"So?" he asked. "Why are you here then?"
"I'm not sure." I answered, trying to figure out the answer myself.
"You came into a bar filled with men. You and your friend are all dressed
up; so I guess you were looking for some fun, right?"
"Well, yes; but that doesn't mean I want to talk to a naked man I know
nothing about."
"Well, you are talking to one anyway, and you don't seem too bothered." He
said. "Now I suppose that if I were dressed and everything was normal, I
could sit down with you and charm you for a while, and then you might agree
to go somewhere with me. Am I right?"
"Well; maybe."
"And then if you were feeling all right about it, we might have a good time
together, right?"
"I suppose."
"By that, we mean sex, right?"
"Yes."
"And then you would go back to your husband, and we'd probably never meet
again."
"How do you know I'm married?"
"You and your friend are too well dressed to be in a place like this looking
for guys like us. You must be married ladies looking for some excitement;
black lovers is what you want, not black husbands. Besides, you're both
wearing your wedding rings."
"Oh. Yes."
"So you want anonymous sex, and here it is, honey." He said, shifting his
hips slightly so that his black penis swayed form side to side.
I couldn't stop my eyes from watching it; it was almost stiff, it hung
forward in front of the man.

"Was he good looking?" Arnold interrupted my story to ask. My husband's own
penis had grown as I spoke, and it was nestling between my thighs. I stroked
it, using both my hands, and he stroked my breasts.

"Yes, not all the men were attractive, but he was. He was young, too. He had
shoulder length curly hair, a fine face, and an attractive body.
He took a step closer to my chair; "You can touch it if you want." He said.
"Think about it; instead of all that talking, we can do it like this. You
can see if you like my dick first, and if you don't, you can just stop right
there."
He did have a very attractive penis. As I said, he was quite attractive all
together. He smiled at me winningly; well, he was right, after all. It was
why Laura and I had come in, to at least flirt with some of them, and to
perhaps have sex with one or more of them.
"Go on." Laura encouraged me. I turned to see that she and Heather's husband
were waiting to see what I would decide.
Impulsively, I reached forward and took the man's organ in my hands. It
stiffened and grew further. It was quite exciting, really; I didn't know his
name, we were in a crowded room. It was a completely new experience for me.
I had been with Mr. McCann from the pharmacy again the week before, but
other than that I hadn't been with a man for a month. And Mr. McCann doesn't
really count, since he's so feeble these days.
I pulled on the black penis, and played with his balls. He was the most
attractive black man I've ever been with, I think. His stomach was as flat
as a board, his cock was rock hard and so thick it filled my hands. It was
very black, too, blacker than the rest of him. I liked that, the stark
contrast between us. He came closer, and I couldn't resist taking it in my
mouth.
There was something wonderful about doing it that way, with nearly all
pretense removed. He was attractive, I was attractive, we both wanted it; so
why not just go ahead and do it? Why bother with all those rituals?
He was nice in my mouth, I could feel the energy of him. He was a big man,
tall and strong. I reached between his legs and stroked his firm round bum
and elastic balls.
I felt a wonderful powerful feeling; I sat in a chair, so small and
vulnerable, with the penis of this huge muscled black man in my mouth. He
stood before me, his muscles rippling with energy; but it was as if I
controlled him. All his strength was held in my hands and mouth, at least
for that time. I found the feeling exhilarating; I sucked him eagerly yet
gently, enjoying the wild serenity of the moment.
After a while, he pulled away from me. He reached down and took me by the
upper arms, and lifted me to my feet.
I only came to his shoulders, even though I was wearing my four inch heels.
He took my face in one big hand and kissed me hard on my mouth, I felt
overwhelmed in a sweet kind of way. He turned me around, and I could feel
him unzipping my dress. I stood still, my heart pounding as I allowed him to
do as he wished with me.
I could see the table with Heather still on it. Another man was copulating
with her; black, as they all were, but quite fat. Her long legs were wrapped
around his large body, his huge ass was shaking with his movements as he
drove in and out of her. I couldn't see her face, because there was someone
standing in the way, obviously with his member in her mouth.
Next to me, Laura was now naked as well. She looked even more pale than
normal with the three black men all over her, one with his penis in her
vagina, one in her mouth, and one was just touching her large white breast
as he waited for his turn.
I was unsure that I wanted to be naked, but I felt helpless to stop it from
happening. There were just so many of them, they all needed attention; I
felt a duty to my friends to do my part.  My big lover peeled my tight dress
down my body, carefully removing it. I saw that he hung it on a chair, he
seemed to know that it was quite expensive and delicate.
He pulled my panties off, but left my stockings and shoes. I wasn't wearing
a bra.
I felt hands on my shoulders, as someone behind me massaged them. I felt a
hard penis brushing back and forth across my naked ass as the man in front
of me, the first one, pulled a condom over his big cock.
Then he put his hands behind my knees as two others each took one of my
arms, and they lifted me onto a free table. I felt utterly helpless, yet
somehow exhilarated. Terrified, yet strangely willing to comply with their
terrible lust.
I suppose it was partly my own depravity; by that time I had become used to
casual sex, normal sex had become merely normal to me. This was dangerous
and new; a definite escalation in depravity.
I was pushed onto my back and my legs were lifted up into the air; I lifted
my head to see him as he began to push his cock into me, but one of the
other men took my head in one hand and held his own penis to my lips with
the other.
I couldn't see the face of the owner of the cock that pushed itself into my
mouth at first; he was stiff and warm in my mouth, though. There seemed to
be nothing to do but join in the spirit of the evening, and do whatever I
could to satisfy the men. I began to suck the new penis and stroke his big
black balls, as the first penis pushed into my vagina down at the end of the
table. Either the condom was lubricated, or I was already very excited by it
all; the later, I think. Because the big penis slid in quite easily, filling
my whole lower end with man.
It's a very odd thing to have sex with a group of men; and not know the
first thing about them, not even their names.
I looked up at the face of the owner of the black penis I was doing my best
to pleasure; he wasn't handsome, like the first man. His face was dark and
uneven, somehow unpleasant. But he was smiling down at me in gratification
of my efforts, stroking my face as I sucked his hot cock for him.
The feeling was incredible; so beautifully stretched at my tight little
groin, the hard cock of a powerful young man deep within my body. The hot
black dick of another stranger in my mouth, so utterly stiff and vital,
eager to know my lips and tongue, quivering with the thrill of my touch.
I felt suddenly overwhelmed by it all; for the first time, I was truly
afraid. Laura and I were both stripped naked, powerless, at the mercy of
these strange men. They would all want satisfaction, all those penises would
want to release their fluids at us, in us, on us. They were many, the door
was locked, we were both so small and weak. I began to struggle, I pushed
the man at my face away with my hands, and kicked at the first man with my
feet.
The two penises pulled out of me, leaving me gasping for breath, empty and
naked but for my stockings and shoes on the table. I looked around; aside
from the two men who had been engaged with me directly, there were several
others watching, one naked and two that were still dressed. They stood
around my table in a ring, their five black faces looking at me.
The first one, the handsome one who had undressed me, looked concerned; the
one I'd been sucking looked disappointed. The others looked more curious
than anything else.
They weren't going to rape me; whether to proceed was entirely my own
choice. The men stood silent for a long moment, waiting for my decision.
I could hear other men talking, I could hear the slurping and slapping
sounds of sex; I sat up and gestured for one of my suitors to stand aside so
I could see what was happening.
Laura was standing on the floor with her legs spread wide. Her large white
breasts swung below her, she was leaning forward, a narrow table under her
belly for support. A short fellow was behind her, his cock appearing and
disappearing from my view as he took her from behind.
She had another man in her mouth; there were just so many men waiting for
attention, that there seemed no alternative but to let more than one at a
time take his pleasure.
Heather was on her back, as I had been, but was resting her long legs on the
floor. The extremely high heeled shoes she was wearing appeared to make that
position possible. A man was engaged between her legs, and like Laura, she
had another in her mouth. Others were stroking her small breasts and flat
pale belly. She was so thin compared to the thick black penis that I could
see sliding easily into her, it seemed wrong somehow.
I looked in front of myself; the handsome one looked back at me. The four
black men standing around me, stark naked, waited for my word.
I felt a sudden exhilaration; these large frightening men would do as I
wanted.  They would leave me alone, walk away; or they would have sex with
me, in whichever way I chose.  I looked from face to face, from penis to
penis.  There was a beauty to the situation, something unique and fantastic.
Three willing women and 25 eager men; 25 hairy pairs of balls, 25 stiff
waiting cocks.  All of them black, all of them different.
I pointed at one of them, he seemed kind of shy.  I cooked my finger and
gestured him to approach.
He wasn't very attractive physically.  He had some extra weight around his
middle, his legs were short, and he had thin shoulders. But he had large
clear friendly eyes, and his cock was warm and hard in my hands as I tilted
my head up so that he could kiss me.
Slowly, I rolled myself back onto the tabletop.  Still holding the man's
cock, I put it against me and wrapped my legs around his hips.  I felt it
entering as several large penises rubbed up against my breasts, neck and
face.  I looked up into the faces of the men standing around me.  It was
frightening, but it was wonderful.  I didn't know how many of them I would
be able to satisfy, but I resolved to try my best.
My fingers and hands ran across the wonderful organs, my lips touched each
of them in turn.  I sucked them briefly, one after another as I played with
their balls and whatever else I could reach. Hard yet friendly, the dark
penises slapped my face, filled my hands, and of course the eager opening
between my thighs.
The man between my legs pulled away, I didn't know if he had come or not. I
felt as if the was a vacuum in my abdomen after his cock was taken out of
me.
I sat up again for a moment, to catch my breath.  The handsome man reached
forward and gently took my face in his hand; he moved closer, and kissed me.
My feet were dangling off the edge of the table, and his big penis rested
against my stomach; his hands ran across my back, stroked my head, then my
hips. His mouth tasted manly, of beer and chips. He pulled my bottom to the
edge of the table, and crouched down so that he could put the tip of his
penis against my opening. He stood up again slowly, so that it entered me
again, rising through my insides like a missile launching itself unstoppably
into my body.
He put his hands under my bottom, and lifted me right off the table; I
wrapped my legs around his body, and we stood like that for a little while,
totally engaged with each other.
For the first time that evening, I felt as though there was some passion;
there had been a lot of desire, but not passion somehow.
Half my weight was resting against his mighty cock, it was deep up inside
me, my arms were around his neck, our mouths were locked together as hid
tongue pushed into my mouth.
For that moment, there seemed to be nothing else in the universe, nothing
but the two of us; my tiny little body held and penetrated by his huge one,
my nameless handsome black lover.
Gently, he set me down on the hard table again; he gave me several long hard
strokes of his length, then laid me down on my back again.
I took the next penis that was offered to me; he was very fat, and his penis
was quite small. I had to bury my face in the flesh of his thighs to get my
mouth full of him.
I surrendered to them completely, submerged myself into a barrage of potent
penises. It didn't matter if one was fat or another was ugly. I sucked the
fat man until he came in my mouth. Why not? There was plenty of pleasure
there for me that evening, why not be charitable and suck the fat man to the
best of my ability? There were so many men, it didn't matter if some of them
came early.  There were plenty more.
The handsome man made me come, and then took his condom off; I sucked him
only briefly before he came, and I swallowed his, too.
Men did it to me, one after another. Tall and short, young and old, they put
their cocks inside me and did it. Some came into their condoms, but most
took their condoms off and came in my mouth. I drank their thick come, sweet
or sour.
I did it on my back, I did it standing. I took a stiff black cock in each
hand while another was in my vagina and another in my mouth. I let them
enter me from behind, lying on the table, and on my knees. They fucked me
and fucked me, one after another. And I came; oh yes, many times. I came
while a very young one held me tight, his stiff member filling me sweetly; I
came as I kissed an old man, while a Rasta fellow did me from behind. I came
as big black penises erupted between my lips.
Penis after penis went into my mouth, each so different yet so much the
same.
I stroked and sucked each of them, knowing that it would take everything I
had to satisfy my share of the men in the room. I sucked them until they
would stiffen and shudder that cute way that men do, and then pump my mouth
full of their semen.
It was terrible, but it was wonderful.  I felt like a goddess, to be
worshiped by so many; like a Bangkok bar whore to agree to such a thing.
There was one man who had a really huge penis; I mean really big, bigger
than the others.  I was waiting for him to take his turn with me.  I noticed
him doing it with Laura, and then with Heather.  I wasn't sure what it would
be like, and I was anxious to find out.  Perhaps it would have been more
interesting to experience something like that under better conditions.  I
think that eight men had already been exercising my vagina in the half hour
before the man with the big penis took his turn.  There was nothing else
remarkable about the man.  He was of medium height, moderate weight.  He had
shaggy ear length hair.  I'd been with many men, but I'd never held an organ
anything like that one.  I think with my two hands around it, there was room
for one of my friends to put two more hands around it as well.  I could
barely get the tip of it in my mouth.  The other men stood back as he put it
between my legs.  I was more than a little frightened, but I opened myself
up as best I could for him.
To tell you the truth, I was a bit disappointed.  It didn't hurt, but it
wasn't really comfortable having it in my body.  It was really just too big
to be nice.
He enjoyed himself, but I was happy when he was through. Laura told me
afterwards that she had loved her experience with him, and had no trouble at
all accommodating his size. She said he had given her the best orgasm of the
night, maybe of her whole life.

I noticed that somebody had ejaculated all over Laura's face, so I lay on
top of her and licked it off. We kissed each other, as the men all cheered.
I felt oddly proud; for that moment, I was a star, the center of attention.
My friend seemed exhausted, slightly sweaty despite our nudity and the chill
in the room. Her green eyes were dulled by the intense sex she had been
having.
Hands stroked my bottom, and I didn't even look as I felt another penis push
into me. It didn't really matter anymore who it was. I held my friend
tightly as the unseen man pummeled my vagina with his stiff rod.
Another cock was pushed between our faces, and we both licked it, sharing
the moment as well as the sex. The cock hardened, but wouldn't come. He was
already completely depleted.

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Appendix 1; the first story, with another woman and her husband

Appendix 2; with a much older man

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