2007-03-14

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Please be aware that this story contains ADULT content and should not be read by minors.

Grayman's Island - Part I by RLM

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The events described in this story did not actually occur. They are rather creations crafted around mine and my wife's hottest experiences, the ones that excite us the most. We hope all of you enjoy them. If you prefer reading about real life adventures, I suggest you examine stories at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/mischa8

Chapter 1: The Invitation

Ed Cargill had been driving for over two hours. He was becoming very irritated. Even his excitement could not suppress the anxiety. His information was that the warehouse was much closer than it seemed to be. He tried to stare into the darkness ahead to pick out any possible hint that he might be approaching his destination. He cursed silently under his breath. Beads of sweat, which had begun to appear over an hour before, were now dotting his forehead in profusion. For the fourth time in the last thirty minutes, Ed stopped to check the directions that had been given to him over the phone.

The events that had set him off down this lonely and apparently rather deserted stretch of road had all begun over a month ago in the locker room of his club. He just finished three fast games of racquetball with Darrell, losing all three to the man, as usual. Darrell was jovial as they showered and dressed in the locker room.

"I hope I didn't take so much starch out of you that you won't be able to give Marla a good fucking tonight." A leer curled his lip as he chuckled quietly, obviously amused with his own remark.

"Shit! You don't need to worry about that. I'm always ready but that cold bitch never is. All she wants to do is eat and watch television. In fact, it's getting so that I don't even want to fuck her anymore. She must be 35 or 40 pounds overweight by now and getting fatter everyday."

"Why don't you do something about it?", Darrell inquired.

"What? I've tried everything: screaming, begging, clam reasoning. I've even threatened to find another woman. Nothing works. Marla always swears she'll go on a diet, but never does. Just keeps on eating and gaining more weight."

There was no response from Darrell. He stared at Ed thoughtfully as he continued to towel off. It was as if he had suddenly lost interest in the conversation. Although Ed made a few more remarks on the subject, Darrell appeared to ignore him. Finally, Ed gave up and the two of them dressed in silence, which Darrell didn't break until were ready to leave.

"You know, Ed, I think you and Marla should have dinner with Susan and me tonight. You do remember Susan, don't you?"

Ed had met Darrell's wife a couple of times over a year before at company parties, but, truthfully, he remembered very little about her. Slowly, an image formed. She was a pretty woman, but, like Marla, on the heavy side. About the same as his wife, bulging at the seams with fat thighs and big butt. All things considered, she wasn't a particularly attractive woman. Secretly, Ed took a measure of pleasure in this fact. "I can't beat the bastard at racquetball, but at least his wife's as fat and unattractive as mine." Of course, he had no intention of saying any of this to Darrell.

"Yes, I remember Susan", Ed replied. It has been quite some time since I've seen her though. I really don't think she would like us dropping in for dinner unexpectedly. I better get on home."

Darrell was having none of it. "Forget going home and having Marla fix dinner. I think it's important that the two of you join us for dinner. I'll call Susan before we leave and tell her to expect all of us."

With that, Darrell turned and walked away as if the matter were settled. Ed felt he should refuse and go home, but there was something more here than met the eye. He felt the need to accept the invitation so he placed a quick call to his wife telling her to get dressed for dinner with Darrell and Susan. At first, Marla objected, but Ed was insistent so she finally agreed.

Later as they were leaving the gym, Darrell asked, "Did Marla give you a hard time? Object and all that crap?"

Ed stumbled over his answer and Darrell shook his head. "That's ridiculous. A year from now it won't even occur to Marla to argue and fight with you. You'll just inform her of what the two of you are going to do and that will be the end of it. We'll expect the two of you at 8 PM."


Chapter 2: Dinner with Darrell and Susan

The drive to Darrell's home was difficult and boring. It was almost 20 miles through traffic most of the way, and Ed was really hungry by the time they arrived. He almost forgot his hunger, however, when he saw Darrell's home. It cost $500,000 if it cost a dime. This guy really knew how to live.

The interior of the home was even more elegant than the outside. The floor was inlaid hardwood and the furnishings were beautiful and expensive. Elegant oil paintings decorated the walls; hand-carved figurines were on all end tables, some were very erotic. Ed and Marla were still staring when they heard Darrell inviting them to make themselves comfortable.

"Cognac?", Darrell inquired. Ed nodded as did Marla. Darrell pressed a button and Ed heard a chime sound in a distant part of the house. Moments later, Susan entered.

"We would all like a snifter of the 30-year old cognac, Susan", Darrell instructed his wife.

Ed simply could not believe his eyes! He remembered distinctly that Susan was pretty, but rather plain. Her clothes were very conservative and proper. Her dresses were always worn well below the knee and were sufficiently full to conceal any curves she might possess. The few times he had seen her she had been wearing low-heel shoes or flats. He couldn't remember if she had been wearing makeup or not, but if she had, it was nothing special. He also knew that she was overweight by about 40 pounds. Essentially, she looked and dressed exactly like Marla.

The woman who was busy preparing their brandies was nothing like the Susan he remembered! Ed wasn't certain it was even the same woman. This Susan was gorgeous, sexy, sensuous and outstandingly beautiful. Her measurements were nothing short of incredible. Although she couldn't have weighed more than 110 pounds, she must have had at least 38D tits, perhaps even more. This superb chest rapidly fell away to a waist that was no more than 23", probably less. Below her waist, a luscious ass and hips flared out to something Ed estimated to be 36" to 37". Although Susan wasn't tall, she looked it because of her four-inch spike heels.

Neither Ed nor Marla could tear their eyes away from Susan even though they both knew that Darrell was watching them stare. Susan's dress was almost obscene. It was a tight sheathe made of some type of soft, clinging material that hugged every curve and crevice of her body. The top was low-cut revealing the upper half of her large globes to within an inch of her nipples, both of which were clearly outlined by the material of the dress. As she moved, her huge breasts swayed and bounced with every step. It seemed impossible, but she wasn't wearing a bra. "How in hell does she get those huge jugs to stand up like that without a bra?", Ed wondered to himself as his eyes traveled downward.

Neither Ed nor Marla could take their eyes off the woman.

Marla eyes were also glued to her hostess. The woman's incredible sensuality and beauty shamed and embarrassed her. She saw that the lower slopes of Susan's breasts were outlined perfectly by the garment as was the crease where her ass jutted out from her thighs. Unlike the dresses she wore and the ones she remembered Susan wearing when she last saw her, the sheathe was short, very short. Although not quite a miniskirt, the hemline was at least four or five inches above her knees. Her legs looked so smooth and tanned, Marla though she must be wearing pantyhose, but there was no indication of a waistband showing through the tight, clinging material.

Ed and Marla both managed to tear their eyes away from Susan's legs to look over the rest of her. She wore perfectly matched makeup that complimented her entire ensemble. Eyeliner and eye shadow accented long, dark eyelashes. A soft, wet-looking gloss adorned both lips. Beautiful earrings and an expensive, but casual, hairdo reminded Ed of some movie stars he had often lusted after. The woman was unbelievable.

Susan now had their drinks ready. She held one in each hand as she approached the seated men. Smiling radiantly, Susan bent low at the waist to hand Ed his drink. He couldn't breathe. The large expanse of the most luscious set of tits he had ever seen was no more than two feet from his probing eyes. Slowly and deliberately, she bent even lower for him. The bodice of the dress fell away from the twin peaks exposing both turgid nipples to his gaze. She held her position letting him stare into her cleavage.

Finally, Ed became nervous that his wife would explode in anger so he looked away. This brought a knowing smile to Susan's face. She rose, shutting off the erotic view, and handed her husband his drink, treating him to the same view of her breasts that she had provided to Ed. Ed realized that he had a raging erection and wondered if it was noticeable to Darrell and the two women. It was.

Returning to the table, Susan poured Marla's brandy and served it to her. Ed was surprised to see that she treated his wife to same view of her huge breasts that she had given the men. He was even more surprised to see that his wife was as entranced as he was.

"Wonderful, Honey", said Darrell as he sipped his cognac. "Make one for yourself and join us." As Susan prepared herself a glass of wine, Darrell turned to Ed and asked, "What do you think of my wife?"

What does one say to a man who has just asked what you think of his wife when your cock is so hard that it feels like it might break off? Ed stammered, "She's beautiful!" Then he added, "I mean I don't remember her being this gorgeous. Are you certain that you're married to the same woman?"

"Yes, I'm married to the same woman, but she's much different person than the Susan you met over a year ago. I mean she's much different in many more ways than just her physical appearance. In effect, she's now the fantasy wife that all men dream about but few ever have. This is why I asked the two of you to have dinner with us tonight. You seem to be having the same problems that Susan and I had, but, as you can easily see, we have found a way to solve these problems. Would you care to hear how we accomplished this feat?"

He looked directly at my wife. "Would you like to look like Susan?" My wife's eyes grew larger. She licked her lips nervously. Finally, she nodded.

Ed felt like he might cum in his pants. He had an overwhelming urge to squeeze his cock. Susan had now taken a seat directly across from him. Still smiling into his eyes, she had crossed her legs causing her short dress to pull high on her thigh.

She wasn't wearing pantyhose at all. The dress was pulled so high that the bare flesh above her self-supporting, thigh-high hose was visible. Her four-inch spikes raised her knees giving Ed an excellent view. He tried to concentrate on what his host was saying, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the woman.

Darrell watched Ed's eyes devouring his wife's openly displayed charms with some amusement, but he continued as if he were totally unaware of what was happening. "You see about a year and a half ago, Susan was 40 pounds overweight and gaining steadily, just like Marla is now." My wife flushed red.

"Her clothes were dowdy and, even worse, she was a dull, boring screw in bed." This time I heard my wife gasp. Darrell ignored her.

"I tried all the things every man tries in that situation, begging, anger, bribery, threats, and, as usual, nothing worked. I was on the verge of taking a mistress when, fortunately, I met Mr. Baxter Grayman. At least, that's the name he gave me. It seems that Mr. Grayman had very large sums of money that he wanted invested in very safe and secure accounts. He was not particularly interested in the return, but he insisted that the monies be hard to trace and that the investments be rock solid."

It became even harder for Ed to listen. He watched with rapt attention as Susan slowly uncrossed her legs and moved them apart. He strained to see into the darkness between the luscious brunette's thighs. She smiled knowingly, but did not spread her legs further, much to his disappointment. Several minutes later, she recrossed them in the opposite direction. This time her dress rode even higher. When she turned a little to the side, Ed had an even better view. Her tongue licked slowly over her ruby red lips causing his cock to throb in the confines of his shorts. He was only partially aware of Darrell's continuing voice.

"As you can imagine, all this seemed rather strange to me, but the fee he offered was very large so I used all my resources to find him the type of investments he wanted. Fortunately, I not only found him several excellent securities, but I was also able to set up a continuing arrangement to handle his excess cash well into the future."

"Needless to say, Mr. Grayman was delighted. As a result, he not only doubled my fee, but he also described a rather unusual service that he would be willing to provide, if I was interested. Grayman had, of course, noticed the shape Susan was in and was not oblivious to my displeasure with her. Essentially, his offer was to turn my wife into a gorgeous and totally sensuous woman."

Ed couldn't remember the last time he had been this turned on by a woman. Susan's dress had ridden almost up to her hips and her position had relaxed the top of her dress so that the bodice had moved even lower. The aureoles of both nipples were now visible. Half of her breasts were exposed and all this seemed of no interest to Darrell. He saw that Marla was looking at Susan almost as much as he was.

"The details of Grayman's offer were that I was to turn my wife over to him for a period of one year. During that period, I would not be allowed to see Susan personally although I would be provided with detailed reports of her progress and her actions if I desired them."

Neither Ed nor Marla had ever heard such a bizarre story. They weren't sure whether Darrell was making it all up or not, but they were both listening. Darrell continued.

"I was naturally worried about Susan's safety. Even though I was totally pissed off with her appearance and her attitude toward sex, I certainly didn't want her harmed. You know what? He laughed! Grayman just laughed at me. Then he came up with the most awesome offer I had ever heard. He was willing to guarantee her safety by the deposit of one million dollars in an escrow account to be payable directly to me in the event of any physical harm coming to my wife or in the event he failed to meet any of his other guarantees. Can you imagine that?"

Ed was now squeezing his cock. He couldn't stop himself. Susan's right nipple was now peeking above the top of her dress, totally exposed and very hard.

Susan's legs, thighs, panties, and most of her tits were exposed.

"Grayman's various guarantees included turning Susan's fat body into that of a voluptuous sex goddess. He even asked me how measurements of 38-22-37 sounded. He also guaranteed that her entire attitude toward sex would be altered to the point that she would become the type of sensuous woman that fill men's fantasies. The price for this service was to be exactly nothing!"

"This was just in payment for your investment services?", Ed asked.

"Oh, not at all! This sort of thing was Grayman's business. It was the source of all that money that I had helped him invest. He was drumming up more business for himself."

"I don't understand. If he wasn't going to charge you anything.?"

Darrell interrupted. "That's right. No payments from me. But remember, Susan was to be his for a year. As Grayman explained to me, he had many, many ways to make a fortune.

"Sounds like he's a pimp", Ed remarked.

"Not in the usual sense. But enough of this. After dinner, Susan will explain it in more detail to Marla as I will to you. Right now, let's eat."

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Dinner was delicious. Darrell called it one of Susan's specialties, Veal al la Bordeaux. It was exquisite and with Susan seeing to their every need, Ed couldn't remember when he had enjoyed dinner as much. Every time Susan served something, she bent low at the waist giving Marla and the men a full view of her huge tits. Ed simply couldn't keep his eyes off her ass and legs when she walked away from him.

Finally, Darrell remarked, "I see both of you are enjoying Susan's tits. She really does have an incredible set now. Marla, why don't you take them out so you both can enjoy them even more."

My wife shook her head vigorously. "I didn't mean to stare. I'm sorry. I certainly couldn't do what you ask."

"Of course you can. Susan would be delighted to accommodate your pleasure. Go ahead. You know you want to see them."

Marla hesitated, but when she saw Susan smiling and bending over for her, she was unable to resist. Her hand reached out and began to light stroke the huge mounds. Both globes were firm but still soft. She needed no bra even though her tits were at least 38D. Her fingers traced the stiff nipples through the material of the sheathe causing Susan to moan softly. Moving both hands up, she cupped and stroked her breasts until she had forced the nipples free. Susan moved even closer to make it easier for Marla to handle her. She groaned more loudly when her fingers rolled over the hard points, "Aaahhhh."

There was no resistance from Susan when she moved inside her dress and lifted both globes completely free. Then she pulled the top of the dress down so that it pressed her naked breasts upward and thrust them out even more, if that were possible.

Marla removed both of Susan's large tits.

"Lick her nipples", Darrell urged. Marla didn't protest this time. When her tongue flicked over each nipple, another groan escaped Susan's lips.

"She will, of course, leave herself exposed for you unless you wish for her to put her breasts back", Darrell remarked. For the remainder of the meal, Susan remained bare breasted.

After dessert, Susan said, "Why don't you boys discuss the Grayman thing while Marla and I take a little walk and discuss issues more of interest to a woman."

Without waiting for agreement from the men, she pulled Marla to her feet and led her outside. As they walked around the large grounds, Marla finally asked, "Aren't you going to cover your breasts? Who knows who might see you."

"Do you want me to cover them?"

"Yes, please. I'm really sorry. I've never done anything like that before."

"I enjoyed it. Why apologize?"

While Marla struggled to find an answer, Susan pulled the bodice of the sheathe up and concealed her breasts again. "Are you going to do the Grayman thing?"

"I don't know. I don't think my husband would permit it anyway."

Susan laughed. "Honey. I have no idea whether you want to spend a year doing what you have to do to look like me or even better, but I can absolutely assure you that Ed will be begging you to do it. Darrell was terrified that I was going to refuse. Actually, there was no chance of that. I really wanted to do it."

"Would you tell me about it? What's it like?"

"Well, Darrell has already explained the basics. I'll just tell you the details that he left out, partly because he wasn't there and doesn't know. You are basically Grayman's property for a year. During the first five months, you will be put on a rigid and demanding regimen of diet and exercise. The food is prepared by a 5-star chef and is incredible, but the calories are strictly limited. The meals are balanced and delicious and by careful selection of the food, you will never seem to get hungry. You don't, however, have any choice in the matter. You eat only what they give you. Exercise is demanding and constant. Male "Trainers" oversee every part of the exercise. Every muscle is toned and the flab is turned into firm muscle."

"In addition to the exercise and diet, you'll spend 30 minutes a day working on your make up. World-class stylists set your hair every day, do your nails, remove unwanted hair, and train you in the art of expert makeup application. You always look your very best. Then there are the clothes. God, you won't believe it. From the first day you're with Grayman, you will be provided with the most elegant and erotic clothing you've ever imagined. Some of the items cost thousands of dollars and they're all yours to keep. You are never permitted to wear jeans or baggy sweat shirts or that sort of thing, even when you're exercising."

"What do you wear to exercise?", Marla asked.

"Something appropriate but sexy. Your attire is always sexy. Most of the women wear short shorts and a halter to exercise. Sometimes I wore a form-fitting leotard with nothing underneath. You will have a choice, but all choices are sensuous and sexy."

"Then there is the jewelry and babbles. Rings, bracelets, necklaces, ankle chains, earrings and the like are all provided."

"What's the big deal about that?"

"The "big deal" is that everything is silver, gold and all the stones are real. No fakes. If you wear a diamond-studded bracelet, the diamonds are real. If you wear turquoise jewelry, the stones are real turquoise. The opals, emeralds, topaz.. all real. and all yours to keep!"

Marla was stunned. "How much. I mean how much is all of it worth?"

"I estimate that I left Grayman's Island with $35,000 to $40,000 worth of first-class jewelry."

Marla was speechless. Finally, she stammered, "Island? What island?"

"Oh, I guess I forgot to mention. Grayman has his business or whatever you want to call it on an island somewhere in the Caribbean. I don't know where. No one does except him and his associates. This way, he's completely beyond the reach of any government."

"Is that it?" asked Marla. "There must be more. There's no way you came back looking like you do with just diet, exercise, makeup, jewelry and clothing."

"That's right. There's a lot more. This is an incredible operation. Before I go on, I have to tell you about the sex. The Trainers are all incredibly handsome men with absolutely fabulous physiques and huge cocks. And I do mean HUGE. There wasn't a Trainer on the island with less than a thick 8" penis. And they are always hard. I mean really hard. I've never seen men with cocks that get as hard as theirs."

"It's their job to oversee the exercise program and its also their job to completely change your attitude about sex. They fuck the women constantly and they are awesome lovers. Every woman I met while I was there, including me, had multiple, intense, screaming orgasms when we were fucked. And they fucked us two and three times a day. Basically, they change your entire attitude toward sex and teach you how to be an incredibly skilled lover who wants it all the time."

"So, the bottom line is that if you can't stand the thought of having sex with other men, you need to refuse to go. If you go, you're going to be fucked more times by more men than you can count. It also means that Ed is going to have to be prepared to share his wife with other men. If he's not up to that, both of you should forget about Grayman's Island."

"After five or six months on the island, they have you at your desired final weight. Then comes the "metamorphasis".

"What's that?"

"That's where they turn you into an incredibly sensuous and beautiful woman even more than in your wildest fantasies. They do all sorts of surgery. You get breast, hip, ass, thigh and calf implants to mold your body into something like you see in mine. They do face lifts, tummy tucks, nose jobs, chin jobs. They even change the eye color somehow if they think its needed. Finally, they do an A and P to tighten your vagina so that you're as tight as a 15 year-old virgin. When they finish, you will look even better than I do."

"How does Grayman make enough money to pay for all this and also make a profit."

"Two ways. While you're on the island during the first 5 or 6 months, you will occasionally be rented out for sexual services. Basically, you're a whore. The difference is the clients. They are all extremely wealthy and they pay incredible sums for services. For example, they will probably pay $5000 for a night with you." Marla's mouth fell open in stunned amazement.

"You get to keep 10% of the money. The rest goes to Grayman. All this, however is just the tip of the iceberg, so to speak. The men pay those sums so as to be eligible for the auction."

"Auction? What auction?"

After the metamorphasis, when you look like an incredible sex goddess, you are put up for sale. The men bid on your sexual services as a sex slave for the remainder of the year available to Grayman. High bidder gets you as his sex slave for the rest of the year. You simply will not believe the sums that are bid, and you get your 10% plus any gifts that your owner gives you."

"How much is bid?"

"Depends on how gorgeous the woman is... how hot she is in bed... how kinky she will be... how slutty she is and how much time remains in the year. The lowest bid I saw during my stay was $900,000. The most was over three million."

"How much did they bid for you?"

"Two million, two hundred thousand. I got to keep $220,000. And that's tax free, Honey."

"Did you get any gifts?

"Quite a few. I returned with this incredibly sexy body, over $200,000 in cash, plus the jewelry, clothes, and various other gifts like furs and a car. Not bad for a year's investment. And my husband thinks he's in heaven."

Marla was silent for awhile. "Are you going to do it, Honey?" Marla looked at Susan's luscious body and licked her lips. "If my husband agrees, I can't wait."


Chapter 3: The Warehouse

Darrell had been true to his word. Within a week, he was telling Ed that Grayman had agreed to accept Marla if the two of them wished to do it. Ed was elated. His elation increased even more when Baxter Grayman called him at his office.

"Mr. Cargill, this is Baxter Grayman calling. Are you free to discuss the arrangements for the enterprise regarding your wife?"

Ed could hear his heart pounding with excitement. "Yes, yes. I'm free. Is there a problem?"

"Not at all, Mr. Cargill. I'm simply calling to inform you that a sum of one million dollars has been deposited in an escrow account in your name in the First National Bank of Springtown. Should your wife not return to your side safely one year from the date of her enrollment with her weight and appearance as specified in the contract we signed, this money will be turned over to you without further question. Is this satisfactory?"

"Yes. Yes! Of course." Ed was overwhelmed.

"Good. Now I want you to understand, Mr. Cargill, that although we have signed the contract and the good faith escrow account has been established, I and my associates still regard your agreement and that of your wife as being tentative. If, at any time between now and the actual delivery of your wife to us, either of you has second thoughts and wishes to decline our offer, you are completely free to do so. In that event, the escrow account will be released back to us, the contract will be destroyed, we will wish you and your wife the best in life, and we shall go our separate ways and never meet again. Is this fully understood?"

"Yes. I understand, but there will be no problem."

"That's good to hear. Within the hour, you will receive detailed instructions as to the time and location at which you will turn your wife over to my organization. Please do not be late. Our schedule is very tight and we cannot afford long delays. Is this clear?"

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Six days later, Ed was driving along the desolate stretch of highway as directed looking for the large warehouse his instructions had said he would find. Marla was sitting quietly beside him, both nervous and excited. Suddenly Ed saw the building. "There it is. See that large building off to the right. That's got to be the warehouse." Within minutes, their car pulled to a stop by the front entrance.

Ed helped his fat wife slide out of the car, her dress slipping up to expose her chunky thighs. Before either of them could knock, the door was opened by a huge and powerfully built man dressed only in a leather vest and what appeared to be tightly-fitting bikini shorts. Several gold chains circled his neck and adorned his broad, bare chest, which was covered by a thick mat of dark hair. A diamond ring gleamed from his left hand and a single diamond-studded earring from his left ear.

"Mr. and Mrs. Cargill?", he asked. Ed nodded. "Please follow me."

They moved into the darkness of the near vacant warehouse, down a dark corridor, and finally into a lighted area that turned out to be a very comfortable and a very elaborately decorated office. Mr. Baxter Grayman rose to meet Ed and warmly shook his hand. He ignored Marla completely as he directed Ed to a chair beside his desk. Grayman wasted no time. He immediately began to review the details of the contract with Ed. As he listened, Ed noticed a second woman in the room.

"I see that Mrs. Larsen has attracted your attention, Ed. Let me introduce you." The woman arose at Grayman's signal.

"This is Mrs. Gloria Larsen. Her husband turned her over to our care three months ago, and, as you can see, she's still a little on the fat side, but all in all, not bad. What do you think, Ed?"

As far as Ed was concerned, Gloria was luscious. Grayman was right that she was still slightly overweight, but she looked so sexy in her tight-fitting dress and heels that it hardly mattered. "I think you're beautiful", he replied.

Gloria smiled her appreciation and took a seat beside Ed. After some more discussion, Grayman announced, "Now you understand that from this moment, your wife is in my charge; she does exactly what I and my associates direct. Is that clear, Mr. Cargill?"

When Ed nodded, Grayman turned to Marla and said, "Marla, this is Mr. Jackson. He is one of the trainers who is responsible for taking all that flab off your body and turning you into a truly gorgeous, sensuous woman. In due course, you will meet the other trainers."

Shivers ran up and down Marla's spine. She had never felt like this in her life. Suddenly, she realized that she was becoming sexually excited. The situation was incredibly erotic. The wetness between her thighs increased as Grayman spoke.

"Mr. Jackson, let's see what we have to work with."

The large man moved as soon as Grayman spoke. His powerful arms lifted Marla easily out of her chair and set her upon a nearby raised platform so that her feet were level with Grayman's desk top. Marla gasped at the ease with which the powerful man moved her. She had never, ever seen such a handsome, virile-looking man before. Muscles rippled across his chest, arms, legs and thighs. His entire body was beautifully tanned. His most awesome feature, however, was the apparent size of his cock. His organ was boldly outlined by the clinging material of his briefs. They hardly covered his buttocks at all and each of his cheeks was tight and hard, the muscles standing out in clear relief giving the impression of great power. It seemed to Marla that the man must have at least a nine-inch cock judging from the outline. It was already massive even though it was not yet fully hard. She knew all the men could see her staring at the trainer's cock, but she couldn't help herself. The crotch of her panties were now soaked with her sexual secretions.

"Pull up your dress, Marla", Jackson ordered.

When she didn't do so immediately, the man's arm flashed bringing the broad side of a paddle sharply against her ass. SPLAT!! The loud impact of the paddle mixed with her startled cry of pain. Even though Jackson had held back, the blow still caused her butt to sting beneath her panties.

"Marla, when I or another trainer gives you an instruction, do it immediately. Don't think about it, just do it. The next time you fail to obey, you will receive much more severe punishment. Now. once again. lift your dress."

This time Ed's wife didn't hesitate. Her hands grabbed the hem of the garment and pulled it upward to mid thigh. Jackson stepped close behind her as his powerful forearms circled her hips and began to roam freely over the exposed flesh of her thighs. Even though she was protected somewhat by her pantyhose, his touch was electric. He pulled her close, so close that she could easily feel the hard bulge of his cock against her ass. His fingers slipped up and down her legs with a sensuous caressing motion that turned her crotch into a swamp.

"Move your feet apart, Marla."

She obeyed and his hand immediately slipped between her parted thighs to stroke her more intimately. Jackson leaned close and whispered in her ear, "You're a very hot woman and soon, you're going to be a sexy, luscious woman as well. But right now, you're really a sow. In fact, that's your rank, "Sow", but we'll soon change all that."

Jackson was now stroking her cunt through the material of her panties and pantyhose. Up and down the length of her slit, pressing and rubbing the lips until the entire area was throbbing with excitement. Then, his fingers moved upward and centered on the sensitive tip of her clitoris. Even though she knew her husband was watching, Marla couldn't prevent her hips from beginning a slow thrusting motion as Jackson masturbated her. She felt her clitoris harden and begin to pulse. She could also feel the trainer's huge cock growing larger as he pressed it into the crease of her ass.

Ed's cock was also hard. Gloria was now stroking him lightly as they all watched Jackson open the top of Marla's dress and spread it wide.

"Your tits. Take them out", Jackson ordered.

Marla's excitement rose another notch as she reached into her tightly fitted bra and pulled her breasts out into the open. The nipples were already hard. One of Jackson's hands moved to her nipple and began to roll it between his thumb and forefinger as his other hand continued to stimulate her clitoris. Marla could not stifle a moan. Her hips jerked forward thrusting herself against the exploring hand.

Jackson enflamed her growing passion still more as he whispered, "Nice big tits.. much too floppy.. too much sag... but big, luscious fuckable tits. Don't worry. When we've gotten all this extra fat off of you, we'll take care of that too."

He pulled on the nipple as he spoke. Ripples of pleasure shot through her body. "We'll do breasts implants to give you 38DD or maybe 40DD's... big, firm tits.. luscious tits that every man will want to suck and stroke and fuck."

Marla felt like she might cum at any moment. Her cunt was now openly throbbing. Jackson was now cupping and stroking both breasts. He pinched and pulled her nipples. She gasped and moaned sharply as she felt them harden and enlarge under his caresses. She knew his massive organ was fully erect now. It felt like a club pressed into her ass.

"Let's have a look at her cunt and ass", Grayman ordered.

A moment passed and Marla still held her dress at mid thigh. "Lower your pantyhose", Jackson commanded.

She released her dress expecting it to fall, but the trainer held it up as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of the pantyhose and lowered them and her panties halfway down her thighs. The bush of cunt was fully exposed and the spread of her legs put her cunt crease on display. The hard knob of her erect clitoris was easily visible to the men. Except for her fat stomach, she would have been an erotic sight.

Jackson's fingers again moved to her cunt. This time he spread her labia to let Grayman see right into her hole. "Spread", he commanded.

She obeyed, moving her feet as far apart as the restricting pantyhose about her thighs would allow. Fingers were on her clit again. Two of them trapped her stiff organ and with firm pressure, began to slide up and down the shaft. Marla responded with a series of short whines that turned into hot moans of pleasure.

She suddenly realized that Jackson's penis was now between her legs pressing firmly against the slit of her cunt. She knew the others including her husband must be able to see it since it stuck out several inches in front of her. He moved it back and forth in the wetness of the crease. The head was next to the opening and Marla assumed that he was going to fuck her.

Marla's eyes closed and her hips now openly thrust back and forth to get the maximum stimulation from the fingers on her clit and from the cock pressing against her cuntal opening. Just before she reached her orgasm, however, Jackson stopped. She groaned.

"OK, Marla. Let Mr. Grayman see your ass. Bend over."

Marla instantly obeyed turning and bending at the waist while Jackson reached over and held her firmly. Her big ass stuck out for all to inspect. She felt the Trainer spreading her ass cheeks to expose her inner core, slick and wet with the juices of her excitement. Jackson motioned for her to rise and turn toward Grayman. She did so, never letting her dress fall below her hips. Her clitoris was still throbbing. She knew that the men all knew she was very close to orgasm. She wondered if she would be fucked in front of everyone. Her vagina contracted hard at the thought.

"Ok, Jackson. Take her to back room and get her ready. Take your time. I think Mr. Cargill plans to fuck Mr. Larsen's wife."

Marla was led off the platform and soon found herself seated in what was clearly a very elaborate beauty salon. To her even greater surprise, she learned that her handsome, virile trainer was also a master beautician.

During the next two hours, she was given both a manicure and a pedicure. Artificial nails were expertly applied and then painted with a deep red polish and gloss. This was followed by a complete facial and shampoo. Jackson then gave her a hairdo such as she had never had before. Her long hair was set high with strands dropping about both ears to perfectly frame her face. Two diamond-studded combs highlighted her hair. Her eyebrows were trimmed and long eyelashes attached to both lids. Eyeliner and blue shadow were applied to make her eyes appear larger and more sensuous. Her lips were carefully painted a deep red to match her nails. Finally, ruby-studded earrings were attached to both lobes.

When Jackson finally allowed her to look at herself in the mirror, she was more than amazed; she was stunned. Never had she looked so sensuous and attractive. She didn't even believe that it was Marla Cargill she was staring at.

"Not bad, eh?" he asked.

"I'm beautiful!" she exclaimed.

Jackson laughed. "Not quite. Not with all that fat on your legs, stomach, ass, thighs, face. But in few months that will be gone forever. Then, you will be beautiful. Much more so than you can even imagine."

His words thrilled her to the very core of her being. She could feel her cunt once more becoming wet and beginning to throb with her unfulfilled desire. "Now, it's time to dress you properly."

She felt the man literally lift her out of her chair and move her to the adjacent room. This room was filled with a variety of different types of apparatus, none of which Marla recognized. As she stared, Jackson attached tight leather cuffs around both of her wrists. The cuffs, which were padded to eliminate discomfort, were then fastened together. The metal latch of a rope was attached to a ring between the cuffs and Marla felt her arms being drawn upward. Jackson pulled the rope steadily across the pulley in the ceiling until Marla's arms were stretched high above her head. He pulled the rope even higher causing her feet to leave the ground. To support herself, Marla had to stand on her tiptoes.

She moaned with the strain and begged to be let down. "Oh.. please. This hurts my arms. Please. Let me down. Ooohhhhhh.."

Her cries continued until Jackson abruptly thrust a large ball gag into her mouth and strapped it securely behind her head. The gag shut off all but her loud grunts and moans. As she continued to squirm and twist, Jackson unbuttoned the entire front of her dress and then used a sharp blade to slit open the sleeves. Her garment fell uselessly to the floor.

"Don't worry about the dress. You will never wear anything that dowdy again. Better we throw garbage like that away."

Marla watched with rapt attention as he cut her bra strapes. When he flipped open the catches at the back, the bra dropped to the floor where the trainer kicked it casually into the corner. Her big tits quivered as they rested on her heaving chest. His fingers moved to her nipples and began to caress them lovingly, teasing the tips and causing them to harden. His mouth moved from one to the other, sucking and tongue stroking each to full erection. His nipping teeth sent waves of desire surging through her stretched body.

When both nipples were hard buttons of desire, he moved away. Kneeling, he slipped off the flats she wore. "This is the last time you will ever be seen wearing flats. Is that clear?"

She nodded and grunted from behind the gag. She watched fascinated as he carefully cut off her pantyhose and threw the ripped garment aside. Now she wore only panties. He paused momentarily in his task to again masturbate her to near the point of orgasm. First, his fingers lightly massaged her cunt slit and then her clit. She groaned and then moaned even more loudly through her gag as his fingers caused her juices to seep from her vagina and again soak the crotch of her panties. In just moments, he had her clit hard and throbbing.

Her cunt throbbed near orgasm from being maturbated.

His hand entered her panties and she felt two fingers sliding through the wetness of her slit and then carefully fucking into her hole. Her hips arched and hunched. Both fingers slid out of her vagina up to the pulsing clit where they sandwiched the organ and began to jack her off like she were a man. An intense series of groans came from behind the gag as she raced toward a huge orgasm.

He stopped. She whined and indicated that she wanted him to continue. He ignored her and tore off her panties. This garment was thrown into a wastebasket. She was now totally naked. His fingers again teased her clit. She throbbed helplessly, juices bubbling from her hole. Her cum approached. He jacked her clit shaft harder, faster. She hunched and gasped, swinging in her bonds. Again, he stopped. Her juices were running down her legs.

The trainer pulled a nearby table close to her swinging body. She watched, half with uncontrolled excitement and half with fear, as he turned on a machine, which produced a low hum and then pressed two cups against her hardened nipples. A shriek escaped the gag when she felt the cups suck her nipples outward and remain firmly attached to her heaving chest. They operated with small suction cups. Jackson made another adjustment on the machine and the cups began to vibrate. The feeling was incredible. The cups sucked her nipples, pulling and stretching them outward, and then vibrating the entire length of her distended nipples causing shivers of sexual pleasure to shoot through her body.

A minute passed. Her excitement mounted. She felt her cunt beginning to throb again even though nothing was touching her clit. Jackson turned a knob and the strength of the vibrations increased. Her body arched with intense pleasure. He turned the knob higher and she started to hunch her hips in fuck motions. Her clit and vagina were now pulsing as she again approached orgasm. Her entire body began to shake and jerk. Her muscles tightened. Her tits were on fire. Her hunching increased to rapid-fire fuck motions. A moment more and she would convulse in orgasm. The vibrations suddenly stopped completely. Moans and grunts of protest escaped her gagged mouth

Marla swung helplessly, her vagina throbbing in sexual heat. She watched Jackson take a pair of red high-heels and hose from a closet. The shoes had straps around each ankle to hold them in place. Their five-inch spike heels looked wicked.

The trainer lifted her right leg completely exposing her cunt. He inspected it closely, sliding his finger carefully along the wet slit taking care to firmly stroke her clitoris as he did so. He got a jerking response and loud gasp from Ed Cargill's wife the instant he made contact with her engorged clit. Her juices soaked the entire surface of her vagina and were running down the inside of her thighs.

Jackson pressed a button and a shaft with a padded top began to rise from the floor. When it was the right height, he stopped its rise and draped Marla's legs over the elevated shaft. Her breath was now coming in tortured gasps. She was desperate for orgasm. Her body was burning. She could even smell the musky aroma rising from her pussy. The trainer activated the nipple vibrators again. Her chest arched with intense pleasure. The vibrators were turned off.

Jackson carefully slipped the stocking over her elevated foot and then pulled it up the expanse of her leg to the top of her thigh. Then he strapped the five-inch pump onto her foot. Her right leg was lowered and the entire action repeated with her other leg.

When Marla was once again standing on the floor, Jackson turned a full-length mirror so that she could see herself. Even though she was overweight, the sight of her body, naked except for the hose and the spike heels, caused a shiver of excitement to surge through her. She really did look like a hot, sensuous slut.

Marla sighed with relief since she could now stand in the high heels. Her relief was short-lived, however. Padded cuffs were quickly attached to both ankles and the attached ropes to pulleys that stretched her legs outward and apart.

He started slowly. Marla's legs were forced a foot apart, then, a moment later, another foot. Jackson pulled the ropes and she was spread several feet. It was getting much harder to stand. The overhead rope pulled her arms higher, stretching her, arms straight up, legs spread wide apart and tied. He pulled her legs even further apart until she could just barely touch the floor by pointing her toes sharply downward.

She couldn't keep her body still. The nipple vibrators started again and she dissolved into a throbbing mass of moaning female flesh. She was totally exposed in this position and it raised her sexual excitement to an even higher peak. Moisture was now forming on her labia and dripping to the floor.

She watched wide-eyed as Jackson brought another suction cup from the table. She moaned when he told her where this one was to go, on her throbbing, erect clitoris. Marla braced her body but was still jolted when she felt her clitoris sucked in hard by the device. She grunted in helpless passion through her gag, "Uunnnnhhgggg.. Ugghhh. Ugh.Uugghh.. Uunnnnnnn".

She knew her climax was only moments away. Her body undulated wildly. Jackson turned off the machine. She begged him with her eyes and her grunts of protest to let her cum. Air whooshed from her overheated vagina as her sex channel contracted in a spasm that expelled the air within the hole. Jackson removed her gag.

"Oohhhh god. please..ooohhh please.. let me cum. I'm dying. Oohh please. I'll do anything. Just let me cum. OH GOD.. LET ME CUM! FINISH ME!"

The trainer raised the floor shafts again. Marla's ankles were untied and her legs again placed over the padded posts. He adjusted her height until the gaping, slowly throbbing vagina was even with his crotch. Her thighs were wet with secretions all the way to the knees. Her pubic hair was soaked and matted. The vaginal lips were swollen with desire and her sex was fully open.

He removed his shorts to reveal his now fully erect cock. Marla couldn't tear her eyes from its bloated head that leaked cum and the huge throbbing, steel hard shaft.

"Oh god. what a cock? How big? How big is it?" she gasped. Jackson brought it closer for her to see. "Its thicker than my wrist. Is it nine inches? Ten? Ohhhh How big? HOW BIG IS IT?"

Her eyes never left the cock. He moved between up to her suspended body, between her widespread thighs and pressed the head against the moist opening between her thighs. He put the head into the waiting cunt. Her lips were so soaked they parted easily to allow the huge shaft to enter her vagina. He pushed inward and stretched her open.

"Aaaaahhhhhhh.god... YOU'RE FUCKING MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

One inch entered Marla. Then the second inch penetrated Ed's wife. Her mouth stretched into a huge oval, then her eyes clenched shut as her ass and cunt began to spasm. Three inches.. then four were pushed into the hot tunnel. Mrs. Cargill's tongue shot out, then curled and began to lick her top lip. Her hips undulated and thrust against the male phallus driving it even deeper.

Six inches, then seven were buried in the wildly hunching housewife. Jackson slowly pulled it out leaving a huge opening. He watched the female juices seeping out for a moment and then put himself back into the grunting woman. This time, eight inches entered Marla's vagina.

8 inches of cock fucked Ed's wife.

She screamed and exploded in orgasm. "OOHHHHHHHHHH IM CUMMMING... BIG.SOOOOO DAMN BIG..FUCK MEEEEEEE! OOOOH PLEASE FUCK ME... MAKE ME CUM!"

Jackson drove nine inches into her and felt his cock thud against her cervix. The entire ten-inch cock entered her on the next stroke pushing her womb up and back to make room for his penis. As the overheated vagina throbbed around his shaft, he began to fuck the helpless woman with hard, driving strokes. Ed's wife shrieked in the throes of hot passion. Her clitoris was contracting violently in repeated, intense spasms of hot pleasure. She wailed as her sex organs throbbed in another intense climax. Marla babbled incoherently.

She couldn't stop cumming. Her clit was on fire and would not stop throbbing and pulsing as the huge shaft rubbed it mercilessly on every thrust. She grunted like a hot whore every time the cock head thudded into the bottom of her hole. She felt his fingers entering her asshole.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..NOT IN MY ASSSSSSSSS.. UNNGHHHHH.. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

She exploded again. Her sphincter stretched wide to admit the fingers. They sank deeply into her contracting ass.

Jackson pressed his muscular body against Ed's wife, his penis deeply embedded inside her. He felt the woman shudder violently, her head thrown back, her mouth an open hole with the tongue stabbing wildly in the air. Clenching his buttocks, he flexed his huge shaft stretching the vaginal walls.

The married slut moaned in her intense passion, "UUUNNNNGGGGGGGNNNNNNN".

His hips rotated, grinding against the erected clitoris. Marla Cargill hissed with hot pleasure. Again the penis flexed within her vagina.

"Ooohhhhh god.." He covered her breasts with his hands, pinching and rolling her nipples, as he slowly pulled his shaft from the hot pussy.

"Ohhhhhh.Nooooo.. Please. Don't take it out. In! IN! PUT IT BACK IN MEEEE."

Jackson slowly drove his weapon back into her. Her hips and ass began a series of uncontrolled fuck motions, his finger still deep within her bowels. She exploded into rippling spasms of pleasure as the orgasm rolled over her.

Marla was still spread and stretched by the pulleys and ropes. However, Jackson had lowered her enough to permit the five-inch heels to reach the floor so that some of the strain on her arms was relieved. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she had not yet recovered from the series of intense orgasms that had wracked her body. Jackson stood in front of her and seemed to be inspecting every inch of her nearly naked body. His cock was still erect. Marla stared at it in total fascination. Even when only half erect, it still made an enormous bulge against his briefs.

"I think its time we got you dressed for the trip", the trainer stated.

"Aren't you going to untie me first", Marla asked.

"In a moment. It's easier to put this on you when you're stretched out."

Marla saw that the garment was a white corset.

"Do I have to wear that?"

"We have to do something about your fat bulges. You'll be wearing one until you've lost enough weight that you no longer need it."

Jackson placed the corset around her midsection. With his strength, he had no trouble stretching the elastic and snapping the catches behind her back. It was tight, very tight. It felt like she was being squeezed by an octopus. A gasp escaped her lips when she felt Jackson begin to tighten the laces. As he pulled them tight, the garment slowly squeezed in her waist. She watched her reflection in the mirror as he waist decreased to a reasonable size. The corset ended with a pair of cups that fit below her breasts forcing them up and out making them look huge.

Jackson selected a clinging, light pink sheathe for her dress. After releasing her arms from the restraining cuffs, he pulled it over her head and down her body. It was at least two sizes too small. If the material had not been stretchable, the seams would surely have ripped. Every roll of fat, every bulge was clearly outlined by the dress.

"It's too small", Marla complained.

"Of course it's too small. We don't buy clothes so that they will fit Sows. All of your clothes will be too small until you lose that ugly fat."

The dress hugged her body like a second skin. The cleavage was deep, exposing the top half of each breast. The bulk of her arms and shoulders caused the material to pull away even more. The net effect was that her nipples were exposed. Her large ass had the same effect on the hemline. If she were not overweight, the hem would have been five inches above her knees. In her present condition, it was up to her stocking tops. If she bent over, she was certain that her pussy would be exposed. She was surprised when Jackson handed her a pair of thin, very brief, white panties.

"I didn't think you'd let me wear any panties."

"You'll be wearing panties most of the time. They keep you moist and ready. They also keep cum from dripping out and soiling the carpet."

As she pulled the panties over her hips, she wondered how long it would be before the panties had any cum to keep inside her pussy. Jackson had not ejaculated when he fucked her. She was still amazed by that.

"For a Sow, you look pretty good. When we get all that fat off, you're going to be a deliciously beautiful woman."

Marla flushed with pleasure and pride. For the first time in a long time, she felt anxious to lose weight as fast as possible.

"Are we leaving now?" she asked.

"We aren't scheduled for departure for another 30 minutes. We may as well entertain each other while we wait. Bend over the back of that couch, Mrs. Cargill."

Marla felt a tremor of excitement surge through her loins. Although still a little unsteady in the five-inch heels, she moved to the couch with no mishap. Bending at the waist, she draped herself over the back as directed. The cool air on her ass told her that she was totally exposed to Jackson's view.

"Spread your legs", he commanded. Marla immediately moved her feet apart. "Wider!" Jackson barked. She stretched her legs as far apart as she could.

"Now lower your head and arch your hips so that your ass is properly elevated into position."

Her hair fell forward and touched the couch seat as she obeyed. She tightened the muscles in both thighs and arched her butt for him. For at least a minute, she held the position. Then, his hands were on her ass. They slowly stroked her crease up and down its length. She felt her panties being pushed in and out of her wet vagina, and then held to one side to expose the opening.

Marla throbbed in anticipation. She felt her secretions seeping from her moist hole. She groaned loudly when the cock pressed firmly into the mouth of her sex. She was so wet from her previous orgasms that her cunt offered almost no resistance to penetration. Her clinging cunt lips slid smoothly over the velvet cock head and stretched open to permit its entry.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!" She moaned even louder as her channel was stretched by the huge head.

Finally, the entire cock head was lodged inside her vagina. She felt the big ridge beneath the head. "Oh god, he was so big!" she thought.

She felt him withdraw, her labia slipping upward over the smooth head as the cock was pulled out until her vulva just barely kissed the bloated head. "Ooouuuuuuuu." Her pussy enveloped the huge penis again on its inward thrust. She felt him throbbing inside her vagina. Every time he flexed his rod, she was stretched and each time her vagina throbbed about the male weapon embedded in her.

Jackson worked his thick cock in and out several times, each time stretching her vaginal orifice into a wide oval and causing her thick lubricating juices to stream from her cunt and coat his shaft. He began to drive himself in and out of the woman's pussy. He smiled with satisfaction every time he heard her grunting in female pleasure. He shoved himself deeper and felt her cunt opening for him. He knew that his cock was creating enormous friction on her clitoris that would soon make her explode in uncontrollable orgasms. When he had seven inches of cock inside the pussy, he switched to a slow, circular grinding motion to put even greater pressure and stimulation directly on the throbbing clit.

Hot sexual spasms were rippling through Marla's body. She felt every inch of the huge male shaft inside her pussy as it fucked her slowly, grinding into her clitoris. He was going to make her cum. Oh, he was going to make her explode. She felt her pussy and clitoris suddenly erupt in wild orgasmic spasms. The climax ripped up and down the fully-packed vaginal channel causing it to pulse and throb around the huge cock inside.

Her secretions bubbled up and out of her cunt and then trickled down her thighs. The huge piston fucking her began to churn her juices into a white froth. Squishing sounds filled the room as the hard piston thrust in and out of her throbbing sex cylinder. Hot, musky sex aromas filled the air.

Marla felt the giant shaft being pulled out. The lips of her cunt pulled out with it. The suction created inside the vacated hole shot intense pleasure through her body. Finally, the cock ridge was scrapping her clit as it exited her body. Juices now flowed from her empty vagina and down her thighs.

She waited, her ass arched high, her sex organs still throbbing in the aftershocks of her orgasm. Reaching back, she held her ass cheeks open while she awaited her lover's next thrust. Her cunt remained empty. She spread even wider in invitation. Still, he refused to put back into her.

"Oh please. Give it to me! Fuck me! Please! Don't torture me. Oh god, fuck me. Fuck me!", she wailed. But her pussy remained empty. "Damn you! I need it! Put it back in me!"

Jackson didn't keep Ed's wife waiting any longer. The slick head of his steel-hard cock pried her open once again and drove into her depths, pulling her cunt lips and the clit shaft with it. The mighty cock throbbed in excitement when he heard Marla moan in sexual heat. He rammed in seven inches and listened to her screech with ecstasy. She was babbling and moaning with passion and heat as she took the eighth inch into her hole.

He flexed his penis inside her channel and noted her loud grunt of pleasure. Pulling back, he rammed in nine inches. The head socked solidly up against the woman's cervix. Her mouth was forced open into a gaping hole, the tongue lolled out, eyes clenched shut as hissing noises burst from her lungs. Jackson began fucking her with steady, measured strokes. Each time, he pulled six inches of thick penis from her hole, more than her husband had to give her, then drilled it back into the widely stretched vagina.

Jackson hammers 10 inches of cock into Marla.

Marla howled with passion. She had never felt a cock like this... hard as a brick.. huge shaft. even larger head. She thought it might tear her apart. She didn't care. Her pussy was contracting in repeated spasms of orgasm. Her clit was being tortured by the intense pressure of the huge male organ. The sensitive clit throbbed and tried to retreat into its protective hood, but to no avail. The penile shaft raked it repeatedly, making it throb in the wild jerking motions of female climax.

Jackson forced all ten inches inside the woman. Her womb was rammed forward to accommodate the huge organ. His cock now made loud, sloshing sounds each time it fucked into her depths. Churned into a white froth, her juices coated Jackson's cock. Marla screamed. She felt him ramming her cervix on every thrust. The huge cock head flexed inside her. She wailed, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. The organ was throbbing inside her like a huge vibrator. He was pulling it back for another thrust into her defenseless cunt. She honked and babbled incoherently as it thudded back into her hole. Her orgasms were now continuous. Shrieks of pleasure erupted.

Jackson pulled his cock from the woman's cunt and watched as her juices gushed from the stretched hole. His own rod throbbed and pulsed. He really wanted to ram back into her and cum, but it was too soon for that.

Ed's wife offered no resistance when he flipped her over onto her back. Slipping between her splayed thighs, he pressed his mouth to the hard shaft of Marla's clit. Instantly, her legs locked around his head and she arched her hips high. The clitoris exploded inside his mouth as he lashed it with the tip of his tongue. The woman lost control of her bladder as wave after wave of throbbing orgasms flooded her body.


Chapter 4 - Departure

Ed Cargill was stunned when he saw his wife and Jackson enter the room. His overweight, dowdy wife looked positively delectable. She was still very much overweight, but everything else had changed. Her new hairdo was sophisticated and elegant; her eyes and lips looked full and sensuous with their professional makeup job and enhanced eyebrows and eyelashes. Her clothing and jewelry were that worn by a sexy, erotic woman rather than a frumpy housewife. Her tits seemed much larger and both nipples were hard, erect and visible over the clinging material of her dress. Somehow, her waist seemed much smaller. The extremely short skirt hugged her like a second skin and ended at least six inches above her knees. The fantastic five-inch pumps she wore made her legs look fantastic. With all her extra weight, Marla looked like a fat slut, but a very alluring fat slut.

Grayman was also pleased. "Excellent job, Jackson. Excellent. For a Sow, she's not bad at all. We'll need to take about 35-40 pounds off of her as quickly as possible, but this is an excellent start."

Turning to Ed, he said, "What do you think of your wife now, Ed?"

"Fantastic! I can't believe it. How did you do it?", Ed stammered.

Marla flushed with pride and pleasure. It had been a very long time since she had seen such an admiring and lustful stare from her husband.

"This is nothing compared to way she's going to look a few months from now. By this time next year, you're going to think you're married to Mrs. Universe." Grayman ran his hands up and down the length of Marla's legs. "Much better, don't you agree, Ed?"

Ed nodded and watched as Grayman slipped his hands beneath his wife's short dress and slowly pulled it upward to reveal more of her thighs. Ed's cock began to harden when he realized that she was wearing thigh-high stockings rather than pantyhose.

Marla raised her hands behind her head and thrust her breasts forward for her husband's benefit as his eyes roamed over her body with naked desire. Grayman's hands moved the skirt higher until the crotch of her panties came into view. She opened her thighs slightly and began a slow grinding motion with her hips. Ed's cock grew hard as stone.

Marla knew the men were all watching her tease her husband and she loved it. Grayman pulled the dress higher until it was around her hips. Ed saw that she wore a tight corset. The thin panties did nothing to conceal the alluring bush of her pubic hair. Ed couldn't tear his eyes from his wife's cunt and grinding hips. Grayman lowered the zipper nestled between his wife's tits. The skirt was so form-fitting that it easily remained around her waist with no assistance. The zipper came down. The mounds of her breasts spilled out completely exposing them to the men. Grayman stroked the nipples, pinching them until they were engorged and hard as stone.

"Do you like my new bra, Honey?" Marla teased.

Ed's cock was throbbing hard. He watched Grayman step behind his wife and press himself into the crease of her ass as he cupped the swinging breasts. "I think your wife's attitude has already shown a remarkable improvement. Wouldn't you agree, Ed?" Ed could only nod, his hand now holding the rigid rod of his six-inch penis.

Grayman's hand continued to work on Marla's nipples. "As I told you, this is the last time you will be seeing your wife for a year, but don't worry, she'll be well cared for and safe. You will receive reports once or twice each month that will keep you informed of her progress... her current weight... measurements."

Marla had her eyes closed and emitted low moans each time Grayman's fingers flicked over her sensitive nipples. Her hips were grinding openly against Grayman's hard shaft.

"You will also receive a complete report of your wife's sexual activities. Will it disturb you to receive such reports? We can omit them if you like."

Grayman's hands were now stroking Marla's cunt. Ed watched as she parted her thighs to give him better access. Grayman continued, "Will it excite you to hear about other men fucking your wife, Ed?"

Ed moaned in his excitement. "Yesssss."

"Very good. You can look forward to a great deal of pleasure and excitement from our reports in that case. Bend forward, Marla, and spread your legs wider."

Ed watched his wife obey. he moved her feet far apart, bent at the waist, and thrust her ass back against Grayman who now had his hand inside her panties stroking the naked folds of her pussy. "Your wife is very wet and open, Ed. You know that Jackson fucked her, don't you? Several times, actually."

Ed couldn't tear his eyes from Marla's body and the stroking hand on her cunt.

"I thought he would", he mumbled.

"Does it bother you to know that she's had a ten-inch cock in her? Does it turn you on to watch me finger-fucking your wife?"

"Yes. it turns me on. It bothers me a little, but it's exciting."

"Straighten up, Marla, so that Ed can see my fingers sliding in and out of your hot cunt."

"Oooohhh.ooohhhhh.ooohhhhhh..do it. do it. Oh yes, Honey. Do it to me. Ooooohhh. Yes. Yes. Yes!"

Marla continued to moan and beg as she leaned back against the man slowly sliding two fingers in and out of her overheated vagina. Ed saw Grayman adjust his position behind Marla. Again he bent her forward at the waist and positioned his cock at the opening to her cunt. Slowly, he pressed his hips forward.

Marla groaned as the cock penetrated her. Entering deeply on the first thrust, Grayman began to fuck Ed's wife with hard measured strokes while his finger continued to stimulate her clitoris. Marla's mouth opened and her tongue flicked rapidly over her upper lips as she felt the hard cock drilling deeply into her pussy. Her hips made rapid fuck motions meeting every thrust.

"Ed, I'm going to concentrate fully on fucking your wife now. But she does need to have her clit stroked while she takes cock. Come over here and hold your wife's tits and rub her clitoris while I fuck her."

Ed thought he would cum in his pants. In a flash, his hand had replaced Grayman's. With his fingers sandwiching her clit shaft, he could feel every stroke the cock made in his wife's cunt. He even let his fingers slip backward so that they touched the big shaft as it moved in and out of the open hole of his wife's pussy.

Oohhh god, Ed... He's fucking me...HE'S FUCKING ME!.

Marla was rapidly approaching orgasm. Having her husband masturbate her while another man fucked her was enough, by itself, to excite her to climax. She grunted passionately each time Grayman's cock thudded into the bottom of her vagina. Her clit exploded in her husband's fingers into a series of hard, pulsating spasms. The mouth of her cunt contracted about the thrusting piston inside it. Spastic ripples of pleasure shot up and down the entire length of her vagina. Shrieks of rapture burst from her throat. Ed's fingers squeezed her jerking clit shaft. Her hips arched higher to give Grayman better access to her throbbing sex pit.

Ed's fingers felt Grayman's shaft expand even more as it prepared to unload into his wife's cunt. He moved faster, fucking deep and hitting into the female hole with the lust of a male ready to plant his seed. Ed felt the cock jerk and throb each time it plunged inward. A hard throbbing pulse shot through the shaft when it ejected the first huge volley of cum into his wife's waiting hole.

In an instant, the cock was jerked outward past Ed's fingers until only the bloated head remaining inside. Ed felt the cock ridge, slimy with his wife's secretions. Then, the shaft slid past his fingers again as Grayman rammed himself back into Marla's vagina. Another spasm convulsed the penis as it delivered the second gushing jet of semen deep inside his wife's sucking cunt.

The third load was shot into Marla while the cock was buried to hilt. Grayman again began to fuck in and out of his wife causing the pooled cum to gush out and soak Ed's hand. The cock throbbed several more times, each time firing jets of cum into the bent-over woman. Finally, Marla's pussy had drained Grayman of his sperm. He slowly removed his still hard cock from her cum-filled hole.

Grayman carefully replaced Marla's breasts inside the bodice, pulled her panties up to stem the flow of cum from her throbbing vagina and tugged the dress down to cover her ass and pussy. "Well, as I was saying, it's time for us to leave. I trust you can find your way back to town."

Ed followed the group outside and watched as they climbed into a large, black Cadillac. His wife allowed her dress to slide high on her thighs as she climbed into the car. She smiled at him, making no effort to pull her dress down. As the car disappeared into the darkness of the night, Ed was left standing alone in front of the now abandoned warehouse with his steel-hard cock throbbing painfully in his pants.

He could resist no longer. Wildly he tore open his pants and just barely managed to free his cock before it ejected a monster stream of cum high into the air. The first load splattered to the ground eight feet away, but before it hit, a second volley was spewing from his tortured, throbbing cock. Wrapping his hand about his organ, Ed began to jack himself off. Each stroke brought another furious blast of cum until finally, the last of his load was running over his hand and dripping from his balls onto the ground.

As he stood there in the middle of the road, surrounding by pools of his own cum and some of Grayman's that had run out of his wife's pussy, he wondered what lay in store for his wife.

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