Message-ID: <24243asstr$958979408@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
X-Original-Message-ID: <20000521143103.49228.qmail@hotmail.com>
From: "Carolyn Collins" <carol__collins@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Allison Baker's Defilement (wife, inter, nc, piercings, tattoes, lez)
Date: Mon, 22 May 2000 03:10:08 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/24243>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw
This was the third story that I wrote for www.darkwanderer.net and was in
response to a request for a custom story by Allison's husband.
________________________________________________________________________
Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com
<1st attachment, "AlisonB.txt" begin>
Hello again. The number of stories that I have written can almost be
counted on the fingers of one hand. This is the first time that I
have written a story that wasn't free form. It was inspired by a
request. They had advertised in the "Your Wife's Lovers" section of
Dark Wanderer, couple #18. I have requested that this story be
posted in the YW section instead of Your Wife's Lovers section. Many
of the details and names have been changed to insure their
anonymity. Who knows, they may be a couple that you know.
******************************************************************
Alison Baker's Defilement
By
Carol Collins
Nick Baker held all the cards in this lawsuit. In his early
thirties, he was a rising star in the judicial system of the Big
Apple. Across the table from him, Graham Gray sat with a worried
look on his face. He was an old acquaintance and the attorney for
the opposing side in the case. They had to travel to the state
capitol for today's deposition, and probably would not be able to
return home until Sunday morning, but everything was working out
just great. The settlement in this case would involve millions of
dollars. Nick's fees and prestige from winning this case would boost
his financial situation and career opportunities. He couldn't help
but smile very smugly at Graham as the other attorney desperately
pleaded his weak case. Yes, for Nick Baker, life looked pretty good.
*******************************************************************
Alison Baker stepped out of the shower and patted her tall
shapely twenty-five year old body dry with the large soft bath
towel. She momentarily gazed at her reflection in the large bathroom
mirrors as she finished drying the droplets of water from her
beautiful body. Her shoulder length brown hair was pinned up on top
of her head to keep it from getting wet during her quick shower. Her
eyes were colored like a doe's; large brown pools that shown
brightly when she became excited. Her full lips held out the promise
of soft kisses and long nights of passion. Her face was one of
beauty. Her skin was smooth, soft and white as alabaster. Her large
breasts were a source of both pride and embarrassment. When she was
a teenager, her breasts were the largest in her class at school. She
found it embarrassing that, when boys would carry on a conversation
with her, that they almost never looked her in the eye. They had
been to busy staring at her enormous boobs. The fact that she was
taller most of the boys and that her boobs ended up being right in
their faces had only added to her embarrassment. No wonder Alison
was still shy around men.
Alison removed the pins from her hair and shook her head a
couple of times before picking up a brush and stroking it through
her golden mane to remove any tangles. She was standing in front of
the bathroom mirror in the nude. Since she was about six-foot tall
in her bare feet, her brown pubic bush was visible in the mirror.
Alison had always been self-conscious of her body, so she laid the
brush down and went into the bedroom to get dressed as soon as she
was sure that her hair was laying properly. If a stranger had been
able to see into the Baker apartment, they would have appreciated
the brunette's beautiful long legs and shapely bottom. Her body was
a sex machine that she had never allowed to be used to its full
potential. She did not know it, but that was a situation that was
about to change.
Alison opened a dresser drawer and selected her lingerie.
Plain white silk panties, matching brassiere and a pair of black
pantyhose. She slipped the silk garments on with practiced ease. A
tastefully stylish black dress and matching low heel shoes completed
her ensemble. Being slightly taller than her husband, she rarely
wore high heel shoes. She applied a little eye makeup, put on a
light coating of lip-gloss, hooked a gold chain with her St.
Christopher pendant around her neck and threaded a pair of gold
earrings through her earlobes to match her wedding rings. Alison
picked up her purse, turned out the light in the bedroom and went
down the stairs to the living room.
She made a last minute visual check of everything in the
living room just to make sure that everything was in its proper
place, before she turned out that light, went out the front door and
locked it. Alison pulled her blue convertible out onto the parkway
to drive to the airport. Since her husband was out of town, she had
invited Clare Collins to visit her from Los Angeles. Clare and Nick
did not get along very well, so this was a great opportunity for the
two friends to get together since Nick would not be there. The
problem was that Clare's flight did not arrive until after midnight.
At least it was Friday night and Clare would not have to return to
California until the next weekend. This weekend would be like old
times for the two friends.
When Alison arrived at the airport, she found out that the
flight had been delayed and she had to kill almost an hour and a
half. Though Alison rarely drank, there was a seedy looking man that
was following her around and giving her the eye, she went into the
first open doorway, which was airport lounge. The bartender asked
her, "What is your pleasure?" She started to tell him that she
didn't want anything to drink, but decided that she would try a
margarita. She sipped on the delicious drink as she thought about
the friendship that she and Clare had shared, until twenty minutes
later when her glass was empty. Alison was thinking of leaving the
lounge. The television monitor with the schedules of arrivals and
departures showed that she still had almost an hour to kill. That,
plus the fact that the weird little man that had been following her,
was still standing around outside the bar, caused her to stay and
order another margarita when the bartender asked if she wanted a
refill.
Alison realized that she should not have had the second
margarita as she walked toward the gate where Clare was to disembark
from her plane. Alison was just a little tipsy. Clare was one of the
last to come out the gate. She was dressed in a red mini dress that
emphasized her slim and attractive figure. She wore dark stockings
and high heel shoes, as well. The tall thin blonde was still just as
beautiful as when she was a teenager. Clare had sampled several of
the airline's daiquiris on the flight. She was feeling the effect of
her mixed drinks even more than Alison did. They hugged and kissed
each other on the cheek. Twenty minutes later, they had Clare's
baggage and were leaving the airport. Perhaps, if Alison had been
paying better attention to the roadway, instead of trying to listen
so intently to Clare's stories, she would have seen the piece of
jagged metal laying in the road before it was to late.
Alison's car lurched and the engine stopped almost
immediately. The metal in the road had ripped open the oil pain on
the blue convertible. Alison barely managed to get the car onto the
side of the road before it came rolling to a halt. She switched off
the ignition as she and Clare looked at each other. Of all the
places for the car to break down, it had to be when the expressway
passed through the worst part of town. Alison timidly got out of the
car to take a quick look at the oil spill that marked the path that
the car had traveled since it had hit the jagged metal bar. She got
back in the car and locked the doors.
Alison looked at Clare, smiled and said, "Don't worry, Nick gave me
a cellular phone for just such emergencies." She pulled her phone
from her purse and tried to turn it on. Her smile disappeared. "Of
all the times to have a dead battery!" She cried as she shoved the
phone back into her purse. Clare had left her phone back in Los
Angeles. Now, she wished that she had brought it with her.
A bus pulled over just a hundred feet or so ahead of them. A
man in a gray uniform shirt and pants came back to their car. He was
white, in his forties, had black hair and a friendly smile. Alison
rolled down her window a couple of inches as he came around to the
driver's side of her car. "Good evening, Ladies. I saw the oil in
the road and noticed that you were out here alone. It's after two
o'clock in the morning and you are not safe in this area. May I
offer the two of you a lift?" Alison was reluctant to leave the
safety of her car until he told her, "You realize that a convertible
has a tent for a roof. It anyone wants inside, all they have to do
is cut a hole in the top with a knife." Alison and Clare looked at
each other for a few seconds before they both decided to take the
nice man's offer.
Alison got her purse and locked the doors of her car. They
would call a tow truck as soon as they reached a telephone. The man,
who introduced himself as Smithy, carried Clare's bags as they
walked toward the bus. Just as they were about to board the bus,
Alison noticed that it had the name of a professional basketball
team painted on the side. She didn't think much about what the name
indicated until she had boarded the bus and saw who the other
occupants were. The bus was full of very famous basketball athletes.
And, they were all black.
Alison felt very uncomfortable. She would have turned around
and left the bus if it weren't for the fact that she was worried
that two women, alone on the expressway, at this time of night, may
as well have a target painted on them. "Besides," she assured
herself, "she and Clare could depend on Smithy for protection." Two
of the players moved over to leave one seat next to each empty.
Clare sat down next to one of the tall basketball players and smiled
prettily at him. Alison meekly sat next to the other player. Smithy
sat down in the driver's seat, closed the bus's door, turned off the
interior lights, put the bus in gear and pulled back out onto the
nearly deserted expressway.
Alison could see that Clare had already started a conversation
with her seatmate. Alison glanced sideways at the very tall black
man that had shared his seat with her. In the darkened interior of
the bus, details were hard to make out, but she could tell that he
was rather handsome. Alison had always been taller than the average
person. She was even taller than her own husband was. Sitting beside
the basketball famous ball player made her feel small. She was
already at a disadvantage because of having the two drinks earlier
and her auto breaking down. Now, she felt a little physical
intimidation because of the tall black man's sheer size.
Alison almost jumped when the man beside her placed his large
black hand on her thigh. She looked directly at him for the first
time. "How dare he!" She thought to herself as she reached down and
pushed his very large hand from her leg. She looked around to see if
there was another seat that she could move to. Unfortunately, all
the other seats appeared to be used by the sleeping players as they
stretched out on them. Alison did not want to ask to be let off the
bus. The area that the bus was traveling through still was not safe
for two women to be stranded in at this time of night.
Alison looked over at Clare. Perhaps she could come up with a
solution to their problem? What she saw shocked her. It was hard to
make out the details, but it appeared that Clare and the much taller
black basketball player beside her were engaged in an intimate
whispered conversation. Alison could not hear them, but could tell
that Clare was enjoying herself from the soft sounds of laughter
that her blonde friend made as the black man whispered in her ear.
The black hand's movement on Clare's thigh caught Alison's eye.
Alison's heart almost stopped beating for a moment when she saw the
man beside Clare lean down to kiss her blonde friend with his large
soft lips.
Alison had not been raised to be racially prejudiced, but
seeing her best friend willingly returning the kiss of a tall black
man that was a virtual stranger to her, caused her heart to beat a
little faster. The streetlights along the expressway illuminated the
movements of the stranger's large black hand as it moved up and down
the thin blonde's thigh. Alison could not believe her eyes as she
saw Clare parting her thighs to let the roving hand have access to
her feminine treasures. Hearing Clare moaning was a good indication
of where the hand had went after it had disappeared under her skirt.
Alison pressed her thighs together in an effort to suppress
the tingling sensations that were emanating from her stiffening
clitoris. She had always been embarrassed when her body reacted to
sexual situations. Alison had always tried to maintain control and
was not comfortable with her body's reactions to sensual stimuli.
When she felt the return of the large hand on her own thigh, Alison
wanted to remove it again, but sat motionless. It felt as if she
didn't have the strength to lift her arms or legs as her hormonal
levels reacted to the image of Clare eagerly kissing the tall black
man across the aisle and the hand that was now massaging her own
nylon covered thigh. She could not even make herself turn away from
the scene that was taking place only a few feet from where she sat.
Clare had spread her legs even more for the long thin questing
fingers. Clare was not wearing pantyhose. She had told Alison that
most men did not find pantyhose to be sexy. Clare was wearing black
stockings and a garter belt. Her light skin made quite a contrast to
the black nylon of her hose and the large black hand that had moved
between her legs and was massaging her vagina through her red
panties. Alison watched as the basketball player's other hand slowly
unzipped the back of the pretty blonde's red dress. The back strap
of a red brassiere could be seen as the dress parted. Clare didn't
seem to mind the fact that a large black man was undressing her on a
crowded bus as the dress slipped forward on her shoulders. Clare had
broken away from the kiss. Alison hoped that she would call a halt
to what the ball player was doing to her so that they could stop the
bus and get off, but, instead, Clare laid her head against the
headrest and closed her eyes. Her seatmate wasted little in
unhooking Clare's red brassiere. Alison had not seen Clare's breasts
since high school gym class. Although relatively small, at least
compared to Alison's D cup breasts, they stood almost straight out
and had long thick nipples. Clare made a gasping sound as the man's
thick lips encircled a nipple and began sucking on it.
Although Alison had been motionless as she had watched her
friend being seduced by the tall black basketball player, her seat
companion had been busy. Alison had held her legs together very
tightly as he had moved his catcher's mitt sized hand up and down
her quivering thigh. Alison tried to ignore the hand and the
sensations that were rippling through her beautiful body in the
hopes that they would all go away. The hand moved up and down her
leg, moving farther north each time, until it was almost completely
under the hem of her designer black dress. Alison's clitoris was now
tingling far too much to ignore. She shifted in her seat, in a
half-hearted effort to move away from the exploring black hand, only
to find that she had actually opened herself up to him even more.
Across the aisle, Alison could see that the man had shifted
his big lips to Clare's other breast. The nipples, that had just
been in his mouth, shone wetly in the dim light and was swollen to
over twice its original size. One of the black man's hands was
almost buried under the red dress that was draped across the
writhing blonde's lap. Her red brassiere lay in the aisle on the
floor, forgotten.
Alison's attention was brought back to her own body as she
felt the hand under her dress reach the top of her leg. A finger was
rubbing the crotch of her pantyhose as the hand rested on her upper
thigh. Alison tried to clamp her thighs together to prevent such
intimate contact, but only succeeded in trapping the finger against
her sensitive mound. He immediately began to wiggle his finger
against the moistening crotch of her panties and pantyhose. She
experienced what felt to be a maddening itch that she knew could
only be scratched by a man. And, the only man currently available
was not her husband. Instead, it was a seven-foot tall black man
with skin so dark; she could barely make out his facial features on
the dimly lit bus.
Clare's cry of delight caused Alison to turn her head toward
the couple across the way. The tall black basketball player next to
Clare had stood up and his elastic waistband jogging pants was down
around his ankles. Standing out in front of him was what appeared to
be the radiator hose from her car. It was at least ten inches long
and more than two inches thick. Clare's eyes were shining in the
dark as she took hold of the awesome black pole with both hands and
stroked up and down a few times. "It's magnificent!" She whispered
just before she leaned forward and took the head into her wide-open
mouth.
The man next to Alison had managed to turn his hand to cover
her mound and was now vigorously massaging her sensitive clitoris.
Alison pushed back into the seatback as waves of miniature orgasms
passed through her body. She was unable to protest as a dark face
descended onto hers and thick lips muffled her moans. Her hands
tried to push the molesting hand from between her legs, but were
ineffectual. The longest tongue Alison had ever encountered snaked
into her mouth and probed every recess of her oral cavity. She
hardly even noticed as his other hand massaged her D cup breasts.
Soon, the sensations were so over powering, Alison reluctantly
surrendered to them.
At first, Alison had simply sat there, with her arms at her
sides, as the back of her dress was unzipped and pulled down in
front. When her white silk brassiere was unhooked and removed,
letting her large sensitive breasts bobble in the cool air. A pair
of thick suctioning lips was attached to her sensitive nipples; she
began a series of climaxes. She was barely aware of when he had
pulled the hem of her dress up and slipped his hand down the front
of her pantyhose and panties. She was very aware of when his fingers
began direct manipulation of her clitoris and began sinking so very
deep into her moist slit.
If poor Alison had not had those two margaritas to drink, she
might not have ended up in this situation. Just having watched the
road more closely, would have prevented this from happening. She lay
back against the seat with her eyes looking down at the face of the
very tall black man that was sucking her nipples and driving her
into a state of uncontrollable sexual heat. A cry from across the
aisle caused Alison to look. Clare, now dressed in only her garter
belt and nylon stockings, was straddling the basketball player's
huge cock as he sat in his seat. Almost half of the black pole had
disappeared inside of her friend's belly. Alison could not believe
such a huge tool could possibly fit inside of Clare's little vagina.
Large black hands gripped the pretty blonde's narrow waist and
pulled her all the way down on the huge ebony shaft. Clare wiggled
about like a bug stuck on a pin as she came.
The athlete working on Alison pulled her pantyhose and panties
down and off in one smooth motion. She was left sitting with her
smooth bottom on the rough fabric of the bus seat and her expensive
designer black dress wrapped around her waist. She wanted to resist
as her legs were pushed open, but the seven-foot basketball player
was too strong for her to stop now. He knelt on the floor in front
of her and buried his head between her legs. She noticed that his
long thick tongue was the size of an ex-boyfriend's cock as it
penetrated her wet slit. Try as she might to end the sequence of
events, Alison was powerless to stop them. When the thick lips
wrapped around her clitoris, she lost any interest in halting the
sexual sensations she was now feeling as wave after wave of climaxes
passed through her.
Alison was brought to several major orgasms before the
seven-foot giant rose up, slipped down his jogging pants and
unleashed his gigantic black cock. At first, Alison thought that he
held a section of fire hose in his hands. Then, she realized that
the massive piece of dark meat was for real. Never in her relatively
short life had she even imagined that a penis could become so huge.
It was even bigger than the one that must, even now, be tearing up
the insides of her best friend. Alison sat, as if hypnotized, as the
basketball player that still wore her juices smeared across his
face, gripped the under side of her knees, raised them into the air,
and guided the uncircumcised end of his huge black dong to the
entrance to her femininity.
She wanted to stop him. She wanted to get up and run. She wanted him
to stop because she wasn't on the pill. Alison had developed a
reaction to the side effects of birth control pills and had stopped
taking them. She had, from that time onward, insisted that Nick
always wear a rubber. Now, as she felt the baseball bat sized cock
head nuzzling around in her dripping vagina, she couldn't find her
voice to tell the black man not to have sex with her without using a
rubber.
Alison felt a pain in her stretching vagina as the seven-foot
black began to lean into her, causing her vagina to expand as the
huge round cock head was forced into her under sized vagina. Alison
was only able to moan as she felt it slip inside and stretch her
opening more than it had ever been stretched before. He realized
that she was nearly a virgin. Actually, she was a virgin in the
upper recesses of her vagina. He was about to plum those virgin
depths with his foot long cock.
By this time, Clare had cum several times and her black stud
had filled her stretched out pussy with sperm. She was on the pill,
so, had nothing to worry about, as far as becoming pregnant. She
once again was sucking on the black cock as she watched Alison out
of the corner of her eye. She was amazed at the way her brunette
friend was reacting to the advances of the tall black man. Alison
had always been so aloof. She didn't think Alison had ever lost
control before. And now, the biggest and blackest cock that Clare
had ever seen was screwing her married friend. And, Clare had seen
many black cocks. Since she had lived in California, she had several
black boyfriends. She loved the contrast of their black skin next to
her white, naturally blonde skin. She especially loved it when they
were as well endowed as these two were.
Alison's universe was centered on her vagina and the telephone
pole sized cock that was beginning to stroke in and out of it. She
would have had the will power to force her husband to don a
prophylactic before he could enter her. But, with this tall
aggressive black man, she lay back meekly as his hard black penis
was shoved up into her belly without a rubber. Alison lay back on
the bus seat as the massive tool forced its way passed the point in
her vagina that had been reached by her husband and the couple of
white boys she had sex with before she had gotten married. She
looked up into the black man's face as he sank his cock into the
tight white pussy that was stretched around his black cock.
The black dick would penetrate an extra inch, only to recede
an inch or two. Alison could feel her internal organs being pushed
out of the way as her belly was filled full of more meat than she
had ever thought possible. She was whimpering as the last inch was
driven deep into her tummy. She came as soon as she felt the extra
course black pubic hair touch her swollen clit. He just knelt there,
on his knees, as the sexy white woman shook and wiggled on his
buried cock, with a big smile on his face. What made it even more
exciting for him was the gleam on the wedding ring set on the ring
finger of the beautiful brunette's left hand. He was getting some
white man's wife's pussy and he was reaching places in her cunt that
he just knew that her husband never would. His balls began to thump
up and down as he thought that he might be making her pregnant with
his baby. His cum spewed out of his swollen cock in spurt after
spurt until he had more than filled the pretty housewife's belly w
is potent sperm.
Clare had seen that Alison was practically having convulsions
as she orgasmed around the cuming black cock buried in her over
stretched vagina. Clare had never liked Nick and found the thought
of Alison letting other men fuck her to be sexually stimulating.
The big black cock in her mouth had reached full height again. Clare
climbed up and sat on it once more, letting herself slide down the
wet shiny black shaft until her belly was once again full. She
remembered that Alison couldn't take birth control pills, which
meant that, in nine months, Alison might present Nick with a
surprise. Clare found the thoughts to be so exciting that she began
to have a long series of orgasms as she bounced up and down.
*****************************************************************
The bus had let Alison and Clare off at a taxi stand. They had
re-arranged their clothing and went to the bus restroom to freshen
up a little. Each of them had swollen vaginas that still dribbled
cum into the crotch of their panties as they stepped down from the
bus's steps. Smithy had grinned as he said, "You ladies be sure and
cum again sometime." He laughed as he closed the door of the bus and
drove away. The taxi driver had loaded Clare's bags into the trunk
as Alison gently sat down on the back seat of the cab. Clare was
accustomed to large black cocks and was not as sore as her married,
but innocent friend. She grinned as she thought of making Nick a
cuckold. While she was here this week, she decided to make it her
goal to see how many different cocks she could arrange to screw
Alison. After all, Clare loved screwing as much as any man, and did
not see any reason for Alison to go through life feeling
differently.
Just before they reached Nick and Alison's apartment, Alison
began to cry. Clare fished a napkin from her purse and passed it to
her friend. Clare felt sorry for her friend, but knew that Alison
would get over such feelings by the third or fourth affair that she
had.
*****************************************************************
Graham had received a phone call and had left the proceedings
to return to New York City. He had managed to orchestrate a maneuver
that would keep Nick Baker in the state capitol for almost a week.
Graham did not have a strong legal case, but he was crafty and
conniving. If he could not win a case by ordinary means, he was not
dumb enough to let a little thing such as Ethics get in the way. He
had assigned his detectives to follow the major players on the
opposite side of this case in hopes that he could find something to
blackmail them with. Tonight, he may have hit pay dirt.
Graham had Jones, a weasel looking little man following Alison
Baker for the last three days. He really had not expected anything
to come of the investigation since he and Alison had dated a few
times before she had married the smug, Mr. Thinks He Knows It All,
Nick Baker, and knew she was to shy to give him an ammunition. Jones
had excitedly told him the story of Alison's car breaking down on
the expressway, how a bus full of black basketball team members
picked her and some blonde bimbo up. What was surprising was that, a
little over an hour later, the two women were let out at a taxi
stand with their dresses wrinkled and their hair in tangles! Jones
swore that they had been fucked!
Jones had taken both still pictures and videotape of the two
women. Unfortunately, the pictures would not be incriminating enough
to use for blackmail. Graham was driving well above the speed limit
as he hurried toward New York City and Alison's apartment. If there
were any truth to Jones's allegations, he had a better chance of
finding evidence if he arrived before the sluts had time to wash the
cum from their panties.
*******************************************************************
Clare knew what would make Alison feel better. She poured two
glasses of Chardonnay, a white wine, went to the master bath, turned
on the tab to send hot water cascading into the tub, poured some
bubble bath and oils into the swirling water and went into the
bedroom to help the crying woman out of her sperm soaked clothing.
The insides of Clare's thighs were slick with the semen that had
leaked from her saturated panties to the tops of her thigh high
stockings. She loved the feeling of being a sperm soaked slut. She
wanted her friend to loosen up and also enjoy the pleasures that
life had to offer. Being in Los Angeles had helped her. Clare had
always been wild, but Alison did not even suspect some of the things
that she had done since moving to California. On the weekends, Clare
was making X-rated porno tapes. She was still just locally known,
but was planning on becoming nationally known soon. She had
specialized in interracial porn. The bigger and blacker the cocks in
her mov the more videotapes the buyers wanted.
Alison meekly followed her fair-haired friend to the bathroom
and let her peel the clothing from her sore body. The warm water
felt soothing to her abused body as she slowly settled into the
bath. Clare handed her one of the glasses of wine, picked up the
other and made a toast, "Here's to the female orgasm!" Alison
automatically sipped the cool liquid as Clare drank her wine.
Alison's mind was in turmoil. She felt incredibly guilty because she
had, for the first time, cheated on her husband. As far as she knew,
Nick had never strayed. Alison felt like a cheap slut as a tear
rolled down her pretty face.
The warm bath and the glasses of wine helped Alison forget,
just a little, what had happened tonight. She was high and did not
protest when Clare peeled her own clothing off and joined Alison in
the large tub. Alison was so drunk that she openly stared at Clare's
thin blonde body as she settled down in the tub with her. Alison
knew it was wrong for her nipples to harden as her friend's body
wetly slid against her own. Alison was on her fourth glass of wine
and was too far-gone to protest as a pair of arms encircled her nude
body and drew her body against Clare's. "Poor Alison. You have had
such a trying night. I'll help you forget what has happened. We
don't need those nasty men to make us feel good. Let me show you."
With those words, Clare brought her lips gently to Alison's soft
warm mouth. After all that had happened, and the wine, Alison was
too slow to react and protest. Besides, the kiss was soft and
gentle, as only another woman would be able to kiss. "Clare was her
best friend and would never do anything to harm her," she thought as
she lay passively in the horny blonde's arms. They shared slow wet
passionate kisses for the next fifteen minutes.
Alison was actually disappointed when Clare had stopped
kissing her and had risen from the cooling bath water. She watched
as Clare sensuously dried her own body, then helped her out and
dried hers. Alison was passive as she was led to her and her
husband's marriage bed. The patchwork quilt, that Alison had been so
proud of, was pulled from the king size bed and dropped on the
floor. Clare had her inebriated and confused friend lie on the bed.
For years, Clare had wanted the tall well-endowed brunette in this
position. Occasionally, Clare would masturbate as she thought of
what she would love to do to her innocent minded friend. Now, she
had Alison right where she wanted her.
Alison lay her head on the pillow with her hair spread out
around her head like an angel's wings. Her nipples and inner labia
were red and swollen from the treatment that the tall black
basketball player had given them earlier in the night. In her mind,
there were warnings about what she knew that Clare was going to do
to her. Her mental turmoil over having cheated on her husband for
the first time, and the effects of the Chardonnay wine, blocked her
ability to resist the emotions that made her want to have Clare hug
and kiss her some more. Clare wasted little time in doing so.
Clare lay on top of Alison. Her thigh moved between Alison's,
causing her thigh to rub against the brunette's swollen and
hypersensitive vagina. The blonde rubbed her swollen mound against
her friend's thigh even as her lips met Alison's. The kiss lasted
for several minutes before Clare inserted her tongue into Alison's
partly open mouth. After the events on the bus, and the sexually
charged state of each of their bodies, Alison found little trouble
being able to climax as the two women embraced and massaged each
other's vaginas with their thighs.
Clare moved down and sucked Alison's redden nipples. She
delighted in the expressions on her friend's face as she slipped her
hand down Alison's smooth tummy to play with the moistening hair
fringed slit. Alison was not able to exercise any control over her
sexually excited body. Tonight, for virtually the first time in her
life, she had completely lost control over her libido. When Clare's
middle finger began to tease her erect clitoris, she built up to a
powerful climax. By the time Alison had become aware of what was
happening again, Clare had slid down and had parted her friend's
vagina lips and was wrapping her lips around the swollen clit.
Alison bucked and wiggled about on the bed as she was forced to
endure one massive orgasm after the other. Twenty-seven minutes, and
a countless number or orgasms later, Alison's sweat soaked body lost
consciousness.
******************************************************************
Alison awoke slowly. She had a slight hangover. She opened her
eyes to see Clare lying in bed next to her. A sheet covered them,
but underneath the sheet, she knew that they were nude. Then,
memories of the previous night came flooding back through her mind.
She sat up quickly as the shock of what she had done sank into her
mind. The sudden movement did not help her hangover-fogged brain.
Alison looked down at where the sheet had fallen away from her large
breasts. Her nipples were swollen and red in color. They were also
extra sensitive.
Alison looked over at Clare and saw that her eyes were open.
Alison asked, "Did everything that I remember actually happen last
night?" Clare asked her what she remembered. Alison named off the
items on her mental list. Clare nodded her pretty head for each
item. Alison blushed as she mentioned the things that she and Clare
had done in bed. Clare only smiled at her friend.
Alison had to pee. She got out of bed and almost ran to the
bathroom. She sat down on the commode and let her water drain from
her body. After she had finished, she automatically reached for some
toilet tissue to dry herself. As she patted herself, she made a
startling discovery; her pubic hair was gone. She cried out, "No!"
As she jumped up and ran to the mirrors. She could see the
reflection of her almost flat belly in the mirror. The gentle curve
under her tummy was completely bald. It was not trimmed. It was
bald! Her puffy vagina lips and the swollen inner labia, which were
hanging out since last night, could be seen in the mirror. Alison
grabbed the edge of the bathroom sink to steady herself, as the room
seemed to go around in a circle for a moment. "Doesn't it look
beautiful?" Clare, also naked, spoke from the doorway.
"What have you done to me? How will I explain this to Nick
when he gets home?" Alison asked as she looked at her reflection.
"Just tell him that you did it to wear bathing suits. Hell,
men hardly ever notice anything anyway. Nick is no different. In
fact, most men get turned on by bald beavers." Clare moved up behind
Alison and wrapped her arms around her nude friend. Alison felt
Clare's bare breasts and pubic hair covered mound pressing against
her back. "I shaved you last night after you had passed out. From
now on, when some one eats your delicious slit, they won't get pubic
hair stuck between their teeth. If you want to, I'll let you shave
me."
Alison watched in the mirror as Clare's hands moved up to
caress her D cup breasts. By the time Alison's hand had moved up to
push her friend's hands away, Clare's fingers were gently pinching
her enlarged nipples. Instead of being able to push the questing
fingers away, Alison's hands were only able to cover them as she
felt the erotic sensations emanating from her breasts. One of
Clare's hands moved down her smooth belly and caressed her hairless
vagina lips. Alison was amazed at the intensity of the sensations
that resulted from having her bald pussy played with by another
woman. She found that she had no will power to say no when Clare led
her back to bed.
Clare positioned the brunette in the middle of the rumpled bed
before she went down on her again. Alison was responding to her
friend's tongue and lips by cuming several times. When Clare turned
around to settle her own pussy down onto Alison's face, Alison was
so sexually excited, she did to Clare's clit and vagina, exactly
what Clare had done to hers. Finally, after all these years, Clare
had gotten Alison right where she had always wanted her. Clare
reached several large orgasms as she rocked her cunt back and forth
on Alison's pretty face.
The two women lay together in the bed with their arms around
each other. Alison's mind was in a state of confusion. The last
twelve hours were the most debasing of her life. They were also the
most erotic and sexually satisfying. She had found that by finally
letting go with her sexuality that she had mind-blowing orgasms. She
looked into Clare's face to find her blonde lover smiling at her
just before they kissed. The doorbell interrupted them.
Both women got out of bed and put on robes. They went
downstairs to see who was bothering them. It was after noon on
Saturday and Alison was not expecting visitors and Nick had left a
message that he would not be back for several days. Alison looked
out the peephole and saw that it was Graham Gray. She had dated him
before she and Nick were married. She had expected him to be at the
Capitol with Nick while they were arguing their cases and giving
depositions. She wondered what he was doing here as she unlocked the
door to let him in.
Graham had the photos in his pocket as the door opened.
Alison's hair was slightly tangled and her lipstick was smeared. She
had on a pink robe that was just thin enough to see her nipples
protruding from her large breasts. He brought his eyes up to meet
hers before she got mad about him staring at her big tits. "Hello,
Alison. Long time no see. Do you mind if I come in to talk?" He
brushed by the tall brunette and entered the living room without
giving her time to answer. He saw Clare sitting on the sofa smoking
a cigarette in a blue robe that probably belonged to Nick. Graham
remembered the night he had fucked the pretty blonde in the ass and
his cock got even harder in his pants. "Hello, Clare. This is a
surprise finding you here." Actually, it wasn't. He had recognized
her in the pictures as she and Alison were getting off the
basketball team bus.
Clare said, "Hello, Graham. Are you as big of an asshole as
you were the last time I was in New York?" She was referring to the
night that he had gotten her high on pot and had anal sex with her
while she was to high to protest. Even though Graham had a small
dick, her anus had been sore because he had not used lubricant.
Graham laughed and nodded his head.
"Actually, that is part of the reason I am here. Some one has
given me some pictures that were taken last night. They are very
incriminating. It shows the two of you getting on a bus with a bunch
of black basketball monkeys with your hair and clothing all neat and
fresh. Then the other pictures show the two of you getting off the
bus with your hair and clothing all wrinkled and in disarray. The
Good Lord only knows what Nick or your family would think of these
pictures." He removed the pictures from his pocket and lay them on
the coffee table in front of the two women.
Alison felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She
reached with shaking hands and grabbed up the photos. She ripped
them into hundreds of pieces and flung them into the wastepaper
basket. Graham reached into his pocket and pulled another set of the
pictures out and held them up for Alison to see. "Destruction of
other people's property is a crime. I'm willing to overlook your
violation of the law just like I am willing to keep your
indiscretions a secret. I do, however, need a favor, and I believe
that you two can help me." Alison saw the pictures in her
ex-boyfriend's hands and her shoulders slumped in defeat. Clare
didn't really care if he showed the pictures to the whole country,
but she was curious and wanted to know what he had in mind.
It was at that moment that Alison remembered that she had not
called a tow truck to pick up her car. When she had gotten off the
bus, she had been too upset to call. After she had gotten home and
had the glasses of wine, she had completely forgotten. She excused
herself and went to the other room to call the dealer and get them
to tow in her car, or, whatever was left of it after setting on the
side of the expressway over night. While she was gone, Clare told
Graham that she personally did not care if he put the pictures on
the evening news. He decided that, since he was only after Nick, and
therefore, only Alison interested him, that he would try to bring
Clare in on his side. He explained the situation to her and offered
to buy her a new Lexus if she would assist him in corrupting the
previously innocent housewife. For a new Lexus, Clare would have
been willing to debase and defile the Virgin Mary. She agreed to
betray her best friend before Alison returned to the room.
When Alison came back to the living room and sat down on the
sofa, Graham explained to her that he had a detective agency and
that his female operatives had quit last week. In return for the
pictures and the negatives, he needed them to assist Mr. Jones in an
investigation. He would only require their services for tonight, and
they would never see him or the pictures again. He assured them that
they would be perfectly safe and that, "Nick would never know what
you did last night." Alison did not want to do it, but Clare talked
her into it. When Alison agreed, Graham told them that Mr. Jones
would be there in two hours with their disguises. He kissed each of
them on the cheek before leaving. After he left the apartment, he
mumbled something about, "Fucking sluts."
Alison was very upset. Clare led her to the kitchen and fixed
a light breakfast for them. Graham had explained what was to happen
tonight and she knew that they would need the energy.
****************************************************************
Alison recognized Mr. Jones as the man with the weasel face
that she had seen at the airport the previous night. He waited in
the living room as she and Clare carried the boxes of clothing up to
the upstairs bedroom. Alison opened the box with her name on it and
almost went into shock. These clothes looked like the kind of
clothes that a common streetwalker wore. She wouldn't even wear such
clothes in the privacy of her own bedroom when Nick had asked her
to. She certainly had no intention of wearing such an outfit out in
public. Even the two glasses of Chardonnay that Clare had given
before their bath her had not clouded her judgement this much!
Clare was already getting into her clothes. Alison watched as
her friend wrapped a dainty pink garter belt around her tiny waist
and hooked it. She twisted it around until it hung just right. Next,
she picked up a pair of suntan silk stockings, slipped them up her
legs and attached them to her garter belt. She pulled out a pair of
four-inch white stiletto high heel shoes and buckled the ankle
straps around her small ankles. Even Alison, after what had
recently happened between Clare and her, had to admit that Clare was
a sexy vision as she moved around the bedroom in such erotic
lingerie. Alison almost hated to see her friend pull the small pink
panties up and cover her love mound. Clare found no brassiere in the
box. The only other piece of clothing was a thin pink silk wrap mini
dress. She put it on and turned around all the way, like a fashion
model does, as she asked for Alison's opinion.
Clare came over and helped the protesting Alison to get
dressed in the skimpy prostitute's disguise. A black garter belt
with lace trim went around her small waist. Next, a pair of black
silk stockings with a seam up the back were pulled up her legs and
attached to the garter belt. A pair of black four-inch high stiletto
heels was buckled on her feet. A pair of black crotchless panties
were slid up her legs and pulled into place. Next, a black brassiere
was hooked around her chest. Alison looked down and was shocked to
see that the centers of the bra cups were cut out and that her
breast were lifted and her red sensitive nipples were held out as if
begging to be sucked on. She glanced in a mirror and saw her bald
vagina plainly visible through the cut out in the panties. She took
a couple of swallows of the fresh glass of wine that Clare gave her
as she thought of the embarrassment of being out in public with such
sinful lingerie under her outer clothing.
Clare put her arms around her long time friend in a gesture
that was meant to imply support, but was only done to feel Alison's
sexy body against her own. Clare had slipped the pill that Graham
had given her when he was here into Alison's first glass of wine.
She could tell that the brunette was a little high as she ran her
hands down over the shapely bottom and found that the black
crotchless panties even left the crack of Alison's beautiful ass
exposed. She kissed Alison's unresisting mouth for a couple of
minutes before she heard Jones yelling for them to, "Hurry up! We
ain't got all night!"
Clare found that Alison's white dress was also a thin silk
wrap dress. It was made of an almost transparent material and was
about two sizes to small. Where it flapped over in front was only a
few inches. Alison would have to be very careful when she sat down,
or even when she was walking, or else the dress would fall open and
expose her nipples peeking through the brassiere cup cut outs and
her bare pussy lips through her crotchless panties. When Clare
stepped back to get a better look at the over-all image that the
innocent housewife would convey to everyone that saw her tonight.
She saw that the combination of a thin white dress and black sexy
lingerie was visually stunning. Every article of black lingerie
could be seen, including the cutouts in her bra and panties, through
the thin white material of her dress. Clare knew that if she were
going to get Alison out of the door of her apartment in these
clothes, she would have to keep her friend away from mirrors.
Mr. Jones almost swallowed his chewing gum as he saw the two
women descend the stairs. His little needle dick got harder than it
had been in years as he imagined all the things he would like to do
to the young women. "To bad the boss has other plans for the two
bitches," he thought to himself, "I would show them how a real man
could fuck them." He reached down and pulled his small throbbing
pecker to one side as he held the front door open for Clare and
Alison to leave the relative safety of Alison's apartment.
************************************************************
Jones had dropped Clare and Alison off at a street corner in a
rough part of town. "A large Linclon Town Car will be through here
in a few minutes with four men inside. Do whatever you have to do to
get them to stop. Let them pick you up and take you to their
apartment. Once you get there, be on the look out for a stolen
computer system. It's a new ZL1 system. It's a big machine and you
can't miss it. They may have it in a bedroom. Here are two panic
button transmitters. Push them when you find the computer or if you
think you are in danger." There were no stolen ZL1 computers. The
four men were four of the biggest, blackest and meanest rapist that
his detective agency had ever investigated. Graham had bailed them
out of jail just to do this job for him. And, the panic button
transmitters that Jones had handed the two women, were just kids
toys that did not really work. He was grinning ear to ear as he
drove off to park in an alley and record the coming events on video
and photos
The videotape would show, through the telephoto lens,
close-ups of Clare and Alison working the street corner like any
other pair of whores. He had them redo their make up in the car.
They really were painted up like cheap hookers. Jones zoomed out as
the big Linclon pulled up to the curb. The car blocked the shot
enough so that the viewer was not aware that Alison had taken
several steps back away from the curb when she saw how rough the
huge black men in the car appeared to be. Clare reached over and
pulled her forward. Jones recorded Clare getting into the front seat
as Alison was pulled into the back seat. The car sped away.
Jones started his car and followed the Linclon to the
abandoned apartment building where the four men lived. His video
camera managed to record, through his windshield, as the two men in
the back of the big car took turns kissing the brunette in the back
seat. What could not be seen was the way their hands had opened the
front of Alison's wrap dress and the way that they were molesting
her body with their large black fingers. It also did not record the
way she was desperately pressing the button on the kiddy toy in her
right hand.
When they arrived at the abandoned building, Alison was pulled
from the back of the vehicle with her dress hanging open. With one
huge black man on her right side, and another on her left, they
continued to maul her large sensitive breasts and now very wet
vagina, as she was practically carried into the building. Jones
almost felt sorry for the dumb bitch. He had seen how these guys
used the white women that they captured when they got in the mood
for sex. Her cunt, ass and throat would be thoroughly used by each
of them before they turned her loose. Graham had told them that they
could keep her for three days. By the time three days were up, the
brunette would have been mind fucked as well as physically fucked.
The video cameras installed in the apartment recorded the
abuse that Alison and Clare endured for the next three days. Jones
was kept busy just changing the videotapes in the machines in the
adjacent apartment. He was amazed that the four brothers could save
up that much sperm during the three weeks that they had been locked
up in jail. Even the young blonde bimbo seemed to get more black
cock than she wanted. Before the end of the second day, both of the
white girls were willing participants in the sexual orgies with the
well endowed black men. Jones had already given up hope of screwing
either of the two women. Hell, with the stretching that their asses
and cunts had over the last two days, it would feel as if he were
trying to screw an open window on a warm rainy day.
On the third day, another couple of black men came to the
apartment. Clare and Alison willing sucked their big cocks before
they were fucked by them. It turned out that one of them was a
tattoo artist. In big black letters, each woman received a tattoo
over the tops of their breasts, where it would be seen if they wore
a low cut top or a bathing suit, "A SLUT FOR BLACK COCK" The other
visitor was a body piercing specialist. Titanium core gold rings
were placed in both of the white women's nipples and clitoral hood.
Each had to be held down as the piercings were made with out
anesthetic. Whiskey was used to sterilize the wounds before the
rings were inserted and the fittings super-glued in place. Those
rings would never be removed for the rest of Clare and Alison's
lives.
The day that the two women were released, they were taken to a
street corner in the tattered remains of their streetwalker
clothing, and pushed from the Linclon. Having no money with them,
they had to turn tricks just to get cab fare home. Clare only had to
suck a man's cock for her money. Poor Alison had to let a man fuck
her up the ass for her share of the taxi money.
**************************************************************
Copies of the videotapes were delivered to Nick Baker. He sat
in his hotel room and watched in horror as his blushing innocent
bride was turned into a black cock-loving whore. The note that
accompanied the tape was simple. It instructed him to settle the
suit at a monetary amount that was far out of range of what it
should have been. He loved Alison and wanted to salvage what he
could from their relationship. He resigned himself to the fact that
he would go against the best interests of his clients and settle the
first thing in the morning. He needed to get home to his wife who
needed him.
***************************************************************
As soon as the two women had returned to the apartment, they
collapsed in bed and slept for the next eight hours. Clare woke up
first, had gotten her bags, taken a quick shower, called a taxi and
left for Los Angeles. She had been willing to corrupt her best
friend for a new Lexus, but she had gotten far more than she had
bargained for. In the back seat of the cab, as she tried to find a
position to sit in where the clit ring would not make her open cunt
drool into her panties so much, she thought, "I bet that son of a
bitch Graham doesn't deliver on the Lexus, either!" He didn't.
*****************************************************************
Later that night, Nick arrived home just as six large black
men were leaving his apartment. They passed him in the hallway. They
were smiling and talking among themselves about, "some fine piece of
ass." Nick used his key to let himself into his front door. Alison
was not downstairs. He silently carried his bags up the stairs and
reluctantly looked in the door of the master bedroom.
Alison lay face down on the rumpled king size bed that was
their marriage bed with her ass still up in the air. She and the bed
were practically covered in sperm. Her red garter belt held up a
pair of laddered black nylon stockings. He could see when he moved
behind her semi conscious form that her anus and cunt hung open. Her
clit ring was dripping black baby making sperm onto the sheets and
soaking the mattress. Alison moaned and her body shuttered in
orgasmic after shocks, causing her anus and cunt to contract for a
second before they dilated again. The movement caused extra dribbles
of semen to come out and run down her thighs. Neither of them knew
it, but Alison was already pregnant with her first baby. It would be
only the first of the black children that she would give birth to.
Nick could not understand why his penis had gotten so hard as
he saw the damage that the six black men had done to his beloved
wife. Alison's left hand came back between her legs and scooped up
some of the sperm that was flowing down her thighs on her
fingertips. Nick leaned to the side and saw that she brought her
fingers to her mouth and sucked the gooey coating from them. When he
saw that she was licking the black men's baby juice that had coated
her wedding bands, something inside Nick clicked and his stiff cock
came in his pants.
<1st attachment end>
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
Notice: This post has been modified from its original
format. The post was sent as an email attachment and
has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software.
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
--
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+