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FANTASY FULFILLED (M+F,preg,ws)
by
Art West (artweststory@SPAMGO.yahoo.co.uk)
There I was, "prudent" Pru Stevens, 30 year old mother
of a two-and-a-half year old daughter, lying stark naked
on a bed in a motel room, my legs held in an obscenely
splayed fashion by pairs of pantyhose hooked behind my
knees and fastened to a bed post by the cords which also
held my hands tied above my head. On a chair to one
side, but with an excellent view, sat my husband Mark,
with his legs and arms fastened securely to the chair,
my panties stuck in his mouth and with his trousers and
underpants round his ankles. We both watched as the
well built and swarthy young man, sporting an erection
much larger than I could ever have imagined was
possible, climbed on to the bed between my legs to the
accompaniment of cheers from four of his mates.
In a moment of panic, I wondered fearfully to myself:
"How the hell did I get myself into this position?".
But I knew it was my own big mouth and pride that did
it, and that it was too late to do anything about it now
as that massive and rigid cock slammed into my gaping
pussy and penetrated to the mouth of my unprotected and
undoubtedly fertile womb.
.... But let me go back to the beginning.....
Mark was only my second lover (the other having been a
holiday romance when I was 19). We moved in together
soon after my 24th birthday. Mark was already 36, and my
conservative parents were quite horrified. Just over
two years later, however, they were mollified when we
got married, which we had decided to do as we wished to
start a family.
To our dismay, after a year of trying I was still not
pregnant. A series of medical tests revealed no problem
on my side, but that Mark's sperm count was very low so
that impregnation was quite unlikely. Nevertheless, we
were given advice on maximizing the chances and to our
delight, I did conceive about eight months later.
I had a glorious and uneventful pregnancy. I felt great;
I was told I looked wonderful and radiant. Baby Lucinda
arrived on schedule, three months before my 28th
birthday, and the natural birth was easier than I had
been led to expect.
Nine months later, we started trying for a second baby,
but by the time of the events described here, with
Lucinda already two-and-a-half, we had had no further
luck.
When Lucinda was around 4 months old, I started working
together with Luisa in a small firm of professional
conference organizers. We were very much the "gofers"
in the organization, doing lots of running around and
much overtime when a conference was in progress, but
being left quite idle at other times. This gave us
plenty of time to gossip and to swap stories.
Luisa was about my age, about 30. She had been married
at 19, and divorced at 21. She was completely open
about her promiscuous lifestyle. She made no attempt to
hide the fact that she had slept with all our male
colleagues. After each conference, she would fill me in
on all the details of which of the delegates she had
seduced, of group orgies in hotel rooms in which she had
participated, etc.
She kept pressuring me to share my "secrets", seemingly
incredulous that I could be totally faithful to my
husband.
"Well at least tell me of some of the fantasies that you
and Mark share" she asked one quiet post-conference
morning. "You must have some, at least!"
At first I resisted, then gave her a few hints, but
eventually she drew out of me our favourite fantasy.
Mark and I would add little variations each time, but
the broad theme was always that of me being gang-raped,
while Mark was tied to a chair, his pants round his
ankles, and forced to watch while the rapists made
disparaging comments about his equipment. Some of the
variations included my being pissed on by the men, Mark
being forced to lick cum from my pussy, and the events
happening at my fertile time of the month so that I
became pregnant as a result.
Luisa managed over the next month or two to get me to
admit most variations (except the pregnancy bit, as I
had kept our problems on this front completely secret),
and suggested a few of her own which I shared with Mark
(without telling him of their source). She kept
suggesting that I should participate in a gang-bang some
time, and act out the fantasy, but I just laughed this
off in an embarrassed manner, insisting that I could
never actually do it.
Then about a month before the scene described in the
opening paragraph, Luisa came in one quiet Monday
morning with a big grin and told me: "I've got just the
way to make your fantasies come true without any long-
term commitment!"
I looked mystified, and she continued: "I have a nephew
Fidel who owes me. I taught him most of what he knows
about sex from the time he was about 13 or 14! He's now
20, and he's a bit wild but not dangerous. He and 4 or
5 of his mates have a bit of a motor cycle gang, and
they go around getting into all sorts of mischief."
She told me that she had met up with Fidel at a family
gathering on the Sunday, and had found out that he and
his friends had participated in gang-bang orgies a few
times, once even with a woman of 50.
"They were looking for another opportunity, and he
suggested that I could be their next victim", Luisa went
on. "I was tempted, but then I thought about you. I
happened to have some photos from that last conference
with me, and showed him. And he is VERY willing to help
your fantasies come true".
"How could you have done that", I gasped, but if truth
be known, my pussy was juicing up a little! "In any
case, where on earth would we go? I'm not having a gang
like that around at our home, and I couldn't do it in
the open air!"
"I've thought of that too! A cousin of mine runs a
hotel down at Vista Beach [a small seaside resort about
40 minutes drive from our town], and she can allocate
you a discrete room under an assumed name, no questions
asked."
"My God!" I exclaimed, "have you been discussing me with
all your family!"
For most of that morning, Luisa kept pushing me to
agree, but in spite of a continually tingling pussy at
the thought (and I even twice had to go to the toilet to
rub myself to some orgasmic release), there was no way
in which I could take this leap.
But over the next two weeks, Luisa kept bringing up the
idea, and I think that she was fully aware that each
time I felt myself slipping closer to agreeing. I
worked the fantasies over with Mark almost every night
and we had some great sex.
Eventually, two weeks later, in an almost disembodied
way, I heard myself saying "OK, you win, let's try it
just once".... and then wondered: "Did I just say
that??"
Luisa leapt into action before I could change my mind.
We set the date for the Friday two weeks on. This was
to be our wedding anniversary. It was easy to get my
mother to agree to look after Lucinda for the night, and
to get Mark to set the night aside for a "surprise"
night away.
Luisa's conference organizational skills also came into
play! She produced a neatly typed checklist for me to
OK, containing all the do's and don't's which she would
pass on to Fidel and his mates, as on the night they
would be told to ignore any pleas I might make.
With rising flutters in my tummy, I checked off 'yes' to
the ripping of my clothes, 'no' to anal penetration (but
'yes' to oral and vaginal penetration), and 'yes' to
their cumming in and on me. After some hesitation, and
with greater flutters, I also checked 'yes' to pissing
on me, but not on my face. Being peed on had been a
fantasy of mine that I had not even shared with Mark,
and certainly not with Luisa.
But the item on which I delayed longest was whether they
should use rubbers. Luisa had added the note that real
rapists would not use rubbers and that she knew Fidel
and his mates were free of disease. The one thing I had
managed to keep from Luisa was our trying for a baby.
But checking the calendar, I realized that the planned
Friday night would be right at my most fertile time! As
my pussy creamed at the thought, a power outside of me
seemed to take control of my hand which checked 'no
rubbers'.
Over the next two weeks I was many times on the verge of
calling the whole idea off, or at least changing the
option on rubbers, but somehow I never got round to
telling Luisa. So suddenly, it seemed, I found myself
in the car with Mark, having dropped off Lucinda, and on
our way to X-beach. Mark was obviously excited and
chatted non-stop, which was great as I was so nervous
that my mouth was too dry to talk.
When we arrived at the motel, I went into the office,
where our key was in a sealed envelope (and payment had
been arranged by Luisa). Our room was at the end of a
row, and it turned out that the adjacent room was unused
that night.
Mark and I went out for dinner, at which I drank far too
much in my nervousness, and was quite tipsy and giggly
as we returned. As we returned, we passed two young
guys standing at a cigarette machine. One of them was
distinctly latin-looking and he winked at me with a
mischievous grin. This was obviously Fidel, and my
nervousness returned.
The idea was that I was to get Mark out of the room for
a while, and then to send a text message 'GO' to Luisa
from my mobile phone. I had not thought how to get Mark
out, and I might have still chickened out if he had not
suggested driving to a local store to get another bottle
of wine.
As soon as he had left, my alter ego once again took
over, and it was almost like watching someone else from
a distance as I sent the message and turned off my
phone.
Three minutes later there was a knock on my door. As I
opened it, five young men barged in, carrying a few six-
packs of beer. A couple of them had rolls of thick
nylon cord, and a few pairs of pantyhose. Fidel
introduced himself. I quickly glanced round the others.
There were two other latinish-looking guys (whose names
I never did catch), both more swarthy than Fidel, and a
tall blonde guy with very Nordic features whom they
seemed to call Chris. But with a slight shock I noticed
that the fifth guy, whose name I caught to be Joe, was
as black as they come -- Luisa had not warned me of this
... would I end up with a black baby?!
Fidel grabbed me from behind waving a knife, while the
other four placed themselves on either side of the door.
A couple of minutes later, Mark tapped on the door and
called out "it's me". Fidel gestured to me to unlatch
the door. As Mark started to open it, one of the other
guys whipped it open, causing Mark to stagger over the
threshold. He was easily caught by two of them as he
fell in, and someone else slammed the door shut.
One of those holding him clapped a hand over Mark's
mouth. Initially, I noticed panic in his eyes, but that
subsided to some extent as he realized that I looked
nervous rather than seriously frightened.
But the 'rapists' played their role well. Fidel had two
of the others hold on to me. Then he walked across and
cut Mark's belt so that his trousers fell to the ground,
and then sliced through the elastic of his underpants,
so that Mark was now naked from his waist down with his
cock on display, but quite shrivelled up, leading to
ribald comment. He as then forced to sit down on a
chair to which his arms and legs were tied with some of
the cord they had brought. Fidel sneered out to his
friends: "I'm sure he'd like to see how real men
pleasure his wife".
I was forced to stand in front of Mark. Fidel grabbed
the neckline of my blouse, and with one tug ripped all
the buttons off. With his knife, he cut the front of my
bra and then the bra straps. The remnants of blouse and
bra were pulled off by the two holding me, and thrown to
the floor as Fidel also ripped off the clasp holding my
skirt, which dropped to the floor, leaving me in no more
than my high-heeled sandals and sheer panties. I could
feel my nipples harden and my pussy juices running down.
Mark made a show of struggling with his bonds, and
started to protest. "Can't you shut him up", growled
Fidel to his mates. With his knife, he cut the two
sides of my bikini panties, and threw the tattered
garment to one of those holding Mark. They pushed the
gusset into his mouth, where I'm sure he could taste my
juices, and tied the rest behind his head to make an
effective gag.
Now I was forced back on to the bed, to lie on my back.
My wrists were tied together above my head, using my
tattered bra. Pairs of pantyhose were hooked behind
each knee, and pulled backwards to leave my legs spread
widely and obscenely open in full view of Mark and the
five "rapists". Nylon cords attached the pantyhose to
the bra binding my wrists, and further cords attached
the combination to a bedpost, leaving me completely
helpless.
I could just see Mark out of the corner of my eye, and
noticed that his prick was beginning to stir. One of
the guys noticed and commented with a laugh: "Hey,
hubby's getting off on this, not that he's got too much
to show!"
Fidel stuck two fingers into my pussy, probing in and
out as his thumb rubbed on my clitty. My body started
to respond instantaneously, a fact which was obvious to
Fidel and which he announced loudly to his mates: "Hey
guys, she's real wet and ready for it". They whooped
loudly in response.
Fidel stood back a moment, and quickly stripped to
reveal an erect prick that to my eyes looked
unbelievably enormous. Luisa was later to assure me
that while he was big, his was nowhere near the biggest
she'd ever seen, but it looked monstrous to me. I was
sure I could put both of my hands end-to-end along it.
For a moment I panicked ... how what was that thing
going to fit into me.
As he climbed between my legs, I also had a panic about
my unprotected state. I cried out: "No wait ... please
wear a condom ... you'll make me pregnant!!"
Fidel just laughed, as he had been told to ignore my
pleas at this time: "Tough luck lady ... I'm not wearing
a rubber ... I can't feel anything with them".
I caught a glimpse of Mark at that point. His eyes
widened as he realized that I was not joking ... I could
get pregnant. And I saw his prick jerk upright at the
thought.
But before I could even process these observations in my
mind, Fidel dropped on top of me, blocking my view. I
felt his cockhead probing and running up and down my
crack for a few moments. Then he pulled back and
slammed straight in. For a moment it hurt a little as
he was clearly much thicker than Mark, but the pain soon
gave way to that deliciously satisfying feeling of
fullness. As he started to piston in and out, I could
feel my body responding. He added to my rising climax
by bringing his head down to my tits, to suck strongly
on my engorged nipples.
I had never felt such ecstasy before, and wished these
sensations would carry on for ever. But dimly, I heard
him call out: "God she's tight, like a virgin ... I'm
going to c-u-u-u-m-m-m-m-m-m A-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!!!"
Much to my regret, as I had not yet reached orgasm, I
felt him spasm deep into my hot and fertile belly. But
I needn't have worried. As soon as Fidel's body
relaxed, he was dragged away and Black Joe took his
place. It took only a few thrusts from Joe's rock hard
cock to take me over the edge. Almost as if from a
distance, I heard myself screaming as the greatest
climax I had ever experienced hit me.
As I came down from that high, I was aware that Joe was
still rhythmically pumping in and out of my pussy, and
almost immediately my body started building towards a
second climax. As his climax started to build, his
tempo increased and he slammed ever harder and deeper
into me, our pelvic bones grinding hard against each
other.
Once again, my next climax was still building when I
felt Joe tensing and jerking as his spunk joined that of
Fidel deep inside my womb. And once again, I eagerly
welcomed the next guy, one of the other Latins, to help
me reach orgasm. By now, I must have been really juicy
and slippery, as the first thing I felt was the
delicious feeling of our pubic hair and pelvic bones
rubbing together. This guy reached down and shoved a
finger up my rectum, to rub against his own cock through
the separating membrane. Soon I was screaming again,
and trying desperately to push myself against him to
bring myself off. Only dimly was I aware of laughter
from the boys, mixed with lewd comments ... and then I
was there again, kicking and jerking against my current
partner.
And so the pattern repeated, and I got off twice more
with the last two guys.
As the fifth guy (the second Latin) approached his
climax into my by-now well-used pussy, I felt a wet
spray across my face and tits, and turned to see Joe and
Fidel shaking up their beers and spraying me. As I was
getting thirsty, I opened my mouth to let them spray
more in.
By the time the last of the five guys came in me, the
other four were all alternately drinking beer and
spraying me. Then suddenly I heard Chris say: "Hey
guys, we're wasting good beer on the slut. Let's rather
filter it through our kidneys", and I knew my next
fantasy was about to be fulfilled.
With that he climbed on the bed, knelt next to me, and
rubbed his cock across my tits. Then I felt, almost
before I saw, the warm wetness on my tits as he started
to piss. He seemed to pee forever. The sheer
humiliation and degradation of it had me close to coming
again. One of the guys seemed to notice this and untied
my hands, to allow me to finger myself to orgasm as
Chris directed the final spurts of his piss over my
hand.
Once Chris was done, Fidel and one of the other two
Latins climbed up to stand on the bed on either side of
me, and started to hose me down with their warm fluids
as I continued to masturbate myself with my fingers.
They moved their jets up and down my body, from tits to
pussy. In spite of the ban on pissing in my mouth, some
of the piss did splash on my face, and suddenly I didn't
care. I just loved being used as a urinal by these
guys, and opened my mouth to catch some of the liquid,
increasingly turned on by the total degradation
and humiliation of it all. Fidel noticed, and
deliberately aimed the last of his piss straight into my
mouth which I eagerly swallowed.
The last two guys showed no further inhibitions at all.
They replaced Fidel and his friend, standing on either
side and simply hosed me from head to toe, including
strong blasts straight on to my pussy. I frantically
frigged myself to yet another cum, screaming out "Yes
... Yes .. piss all over me ... use me ... u-u-u-u-se
me-e-e-e-e ... let me drink your piss.
When all had relieved themselves, I continued rubbing
two fingers in my pussy as my thumb rubbed my clit,
while lying now in a pool of piss on the bed. Fidel
knelt at my head again, and this time shoved his cock
into my mouth. I sucked eagerly on it, and would have
happily swallowed his jism as well, but he pulled out
and shot his sperm partly on my face and partly over my
tits. He then took one of my hands, and made my rub the
cum into my skin. I felt so delightfully used!
The other four guys then stood over me, wanking
furiously on their cocks. At much the same time all
four came to give me a complete cum-bath. Without
further bidding, I let my hands play through the warm
smooth slippery mess, smearing it all over my body,
feeling increasingly the total slut.
For the next half-hour or so, I was left lying on the
piss-soaked bed, cum-covered and with my legs still
splayed wide open and tied to the bedpost. The five
guys guzzled more beers, and entertained themselves by
fucking me with empty beer bottles, often leaving one
buried in my cunt. They kept up a constant stream of
lewd comments about what a slut I was, how it looked as
if I enjoyed being used by a bunch of men etc. Some of
the comments were directed at Mark, asking him how he
could possibly keep me satisfied with that tiny prick!
The steady stream of insult and abuse served only to
turn me on even further, and I wanted nothing more than
to have stiff cocks forcing their way into me again, to
fertilize my waiting womb. When they were not playing
with me, I amused the guys further by masturbating
myself with a beer bottle.
Eventually, all five were showing signs of returning
erections, and my pussy juiced up further at the
prospect of renewed action.
The five had some muttered conversation amongst
themselves, and then suddenly came across and untied me.
By this stage it was a bit of a relief as my legs were
stiff. They placed me in a kneeling position on the
floor at the side of the bed, leaning over the bed. My
wrists were tied together again and attached to the
other side of the bed. Cords attached to the pantyhose
around each knee were tied to the bed legs, holding my
legs wide apart.
Then I realized that they had pulled Mark from his
chair. He was placed on his back on the floor, with his
head between my knees, looking straight up into my
gaping pussy. His arms were tied to my legs to hold him
in that position.
Mark was thus to have a first class, close-up view as
five rampant cocks in turn penetrated my pussy from the
rear. I was later to find out that our fluids dripped
down on to his face, especially as each satisfied prick
was withdrawn from my gaping hole.
This time, I was unable to see who was having their way
with me. Somehow, this last humiliation turned me on
even further. I orgasmed almost immediately the first
anonymous cock slammed into me, and again before its
owner pumped me full of his seed. I was screaming as I
met my violator's thrusts by pushing my backside against
him, feeling so filled that it seemed his organ was
penetrating not only my cunt but my whole uterus. The
knowledge of my fertile state pushed me even further
into ecstasy and I shouted out: "Oh god, yes, yes, pump
me harder ... harder ... harder ... make a baby in me
... fill me with your cum ... a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h".
I went through the same range of feelings with each of
the five guys. As they had each come twice already, it
seemed to take forever for each to come again ... but I
couldn't care. The feelings were so intense, I wanted
them never to end.
But eventually it had to end. All five were done, and
even I now collapsed over the bed in exhaustion. I felt
rather than saw them lift Mark bodily on to the bed,
lying him on his back. My bonds were loosened, and I
was dumped on top of Mark in a 69 position. My knees
were tied behind his neck, to clench his head between my
damp thighs. My arms were tied around his thighs, with
my face in his crotch.
With that, the five guys sprayed more beer over us, and
then left. I started to struggle with my bonds, but
then realized that Mark was licking along my slit, and
amazingly, my body started to react yet again. I became
aware that his cock was rigid and I took it into my
mouth. Mark's licking became more enthusiastic and he
paused to suck on my clit. I could feel the juices
running out of my cunt into his mouth. We exploded
together, I into my last orgasm of the night and he to
fill my mouth with what seemed to be a much larger
volume of jism than he usually was able to produce.
We lay in complete exhaustion for probably 10 minutes,
before starting to untie each other. We were a total
mess, covered in sex fluids from top to toe. Wordlessly
we looked at each other, and then started to laugh
rather hysterically. We went to the bathroom and
showered together, cleaning each other thoroughly.
"We can't stay here" were Mark's almost first words.
"It's OK", I responded. "Luisa's cousin will sort
everything out .. let's just go".
So we slipped on t-shirts and jeans, grabbed our
belongings, and went to the car. We drove round to a
more up-market hotel and checked in for the night.
We were hardly in our room, before Mark almost tore the
clothes back off me, threw me on the bed, and fucked me
with an abandon and enthusiasm he hadn't shown for
years. Only then did we collapse naked in each others
arms, and into a deep sleep.
I woke the next morning to find Mark lying on top of me,
rubbing his cock along my still juicy slit. I was
hardly conscious before he shoved his cock right into my
hole, with the words: "You promiscuous whoring slut ...
I'm going to fuck you silly ... I might as well give my
sperm some chances in your unfaithful immoral womb ...
you filthy whore who'll open her legs for any guy if the
price is right ... how much did those guys pay you for
last night?" The more he insulted me, the more turned
on I became, and before long we were rutting like
insatiable minks on the bed, and I was once again
screaming out my climax, uncaring about people in
neighbouring rooms.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Well, that was five weeks ago, and yes, I'm pregnant ...
a home pregnancy test has confirmed it. I suppose it
could be Mark's ... but I wouldn't bet too much on it.
He seems to have accepted the inevitable, indicating
that it's no worse than artificial insemination. When
we do make love, he often rehearses and even elaborates
on the events of that night, and it always helps to turn
both of us on. In saner moments, he admits that it was
an awesome experience, but that he wouldn't want to
repeat it.
I tell him I feel the same, but secretly I have
masturbated frequently to memories of that night ... and
I don't think I shall be able to be forever faithful
from now on. Having experienced other cocks, I am going
to want more and more and more ....
I think Luisa knows this and tries to get me to admit it
... which I have not yet done. She met me the Monday
morning after the gang "rape" with a big grin. She had
evidently spoken to Fidel, but wanted my version, which
she has dragged out of me over and over again.
The last few weeks have been quiet in the office. But
we have a big conference next week. Luisa is pressuring
me to agree to spend at least one night at the
conference hotel, to join in her adventures. So far I
have said "NO" ... but I can feel that I don't sound
convincing. I know that I shouldn't cheat on Mark, but
the thought of another night with multiple cocks and
orgasms .... O-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h God, I can't stand it -
and Luisa knows it. I have still not committed myself,
but I have hinted to Mark that I might have to work late
one night and that it may be best to stay over at the
hotel. I know it's wrong, but ...........
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