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Memoirs of a Middle-age Wild-Child

by shooter3704 (C)

(Author's note: While I'll admit there some elements of fact in the 
following yarn, it is, for all intent and purposes, a work of fiction. A 
wonderful reader sent me an outline and I fleshed it out. I hope that reader 
will forgive me for my extraordinary use of literary license. This is a 
slight deviation from the things I usually write, and I hope I'll be excused 
for attempting to get inside a woman's mind to tell the story. I, being a 
man, recognize that I am poorly qualified for the task. If you like it, 
please feel free to tell me. If you don't...bite me. Shooter)

I came from a average family, in an average neighborhood in average middle 
America. Nothing special or unusual about me or about my childhood. Maybe I 
was given some opportunities that some other kids didn't get, but most of my 
growing up period was just average.

I have always been considered a wild-child. I became sexually active pretty 
soon after I discovered the difference between boys and girls. I was the 
girl in the neighborhood that show all the boys what a pussy looked like and 
what it was all about. In high school I was considered by some to be the 
mother of all sluts. Looking back on it I suppose I was. If not the mother 
than at least the sister of all sluts.

Whatever I was told not to do, I did. My mother, being hot natured herself, 
got me on birth control as soon as she could. She went into great detail 
about sex, which was good because I hadn't know very much, and most of what 
I "knew" was incorrect.

In high school I never went without a date if I wanted one, because the word 
was out on me. Most of the boys knew I was easy. If I like the boy, if he 
was nice to me, and he was clean, I gave him head or even some pussy. Most 
of the sex was in parked cars or some other inexpensive place because most 
of the boys didn't have the money to spring for a motel room.

When I went away to college things were somewhat different. There we had 
rooms to have sex in. It was in college that I was first introduced to group 
sex. I liked it a lot, and made myself available for it at every 
opportunity.

While in college I met Edward, my husband-to-be. We fell in love, got 
married after graduation, and had children. I took the wedding vows 
seriously, and I resolved to be faithful to my husband which I did until 
death parted us. Edward literally worked himself to death. Sitting at his 
desk, he had a massive heart attack and died before anyone even knew he was 
in trouble.

Our two children Lisa and Eddie were both grown and away at college. 
Suddenly I found myself without any of the family I had dedicated myself to. 
I was all alone. Stinking rich, but oh so alone. I had spent the past twenty 
years caring for a family that now didn't exist any longer.

I said rich, but it dawns on me that the term rich is subjective. Edward 
owned his own company, and he wasn't even cold before I had offers to buy 
it. All the offers were good, as in five million plus good. In addition to 
that, Edward had a very large insurance policy of two point five million.

They say money can't buy happiness. I can testify that it is a true saying. 
I was, as I said, rich, but alone and very unhappy. Forty-three years old, 
and alone with no idea what to do with myself.

I spent the first six months after Edward died feeling sorry for myself and 
managing to gain over twenty-five pounds of ugly fat. Somehow I managed to 
shake off the grief and get myself back into some semblance of good shape. I 
went to the gym every day for over three months. I mean every day. At first 
it was hard going. I was soft and flabby, and it took a while to just get in 
good enough shape to drag myself back to the gym. Soon, however, it got 
easier, and I did what I had set out to do. After six more months I was in 
great shape for a woman of any age, let alone mine.

It didn't take long for the buzzards to start gathering. Word was out that I 
was a middle-age, rich widow, and here they came. Tall, short, lean and fat 
they came with one obvious agenda. Land the rich widow.

I had no trouble fending them off. I wasn't ready for any romance from 
anyone. I suppose I was still grieving. It was almost a year after Edward 
died that I met him. Him being Milo Thorn. It may have been his unusual name 
that caught my attention, but more than likely it was his looks.

Milo was nearly six feet tall with a lean fit body. I know that because it 
was at the gym I met him, and he was wearing a pair of ragged shorts and an 
even raggedy sleeveless shirt. In that up-scale place, most of the men 
seemed to carefully choose and coordinate their workout attire. Milo didn't 
seem to care what he looked like.

I covertly watched him work the machines and admitted to myself that he 
looked good...damned good. I guessed his age at thirty-five, but found out 
later he was actually a few months older than I. We only smiled and nodded 
during that first encounter, and also the second one. It was on the third 
meeting that he spoke to me.

"Hi," he said, taking the treadmill beside mine. "How's it going?"

"Fine," I answered smiling and wiping the sweat from my face. When I'm 
working out I sweat like a horse. "How's it going for you?"

"If it was any better I'd be required to run an ad in the paper." He 
laughed, "okay, maybe not that good, but not too shabby either. You're Toni 
Atkins, aren't you?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"I met you about five years ago at a Christmas party. The party was at the 
Miller's. I thought I recognized you, but I asked around to make sure."

"I'm sorry, but I don't remember you...oh, you were with..." I didn't know 
where to go from there. He had been with Sally Norton, the soap opera star. 
I read where she had died a few years earlier.

"Yeah, that one. Sally and I were married. Norton was her stage name."

"I'm so sorry," I said. "I heard she had died. Auto accident wasn't it?"

"Yeah, a drunk driver hit her...she was on her way home. We lived in 
Westchester then. After Sally died, I moved back here. I'm sorry about your 
husband. I didn't know him, but the people who did thought he was a good 
man. I guess it's true that the good die young."

That was about it for that meeting. I saw him several times after that from 
across the gym or in passing. He always smiled and waved, or if we happened 
to be close enough we exchanged greetings.

I went into my three nights a week phase at the gym, and I didn't see him 
very often after that. It was nearly five months after our only real 
conversation that I ran into him in the gym parking lot.

"Hi there, Toni Atkins," he said. I was getting into my car, and he was 
parked two spaces down.

"Hello right back at you, Milo Thorn," I said. I threw my equipment into the 
back seat of my old car. It was funny in a way. I could afford any car on 
the market, yet I still drove that ten year old Toyota. His hair was still 
wet from a recent shower so I assumed he had finished his work-out also. "I 
didn't see you inside."

"Nope, I finished up early on the machines. I spent the last half hour in 
the pool and the hot tub. I was lazy today."

"I've been giving some thought about getting my own hot tub," I said. I 
don't know why, but I lied. I hadn't given it a moments thought.

"You'll love it," he said. He had strolled closer and was leaning against my 
old and dirty car. "There's nothing quiet as relaxing as a soak in a hot tub 
with a glass of wine." He suddenly laughed, "That was just for your mental 
image. Actually, I hardly ever drink wine while in the tub. Usually I pop 
the top on a cold beer."

"That would be more like me. I like beer better than wine also." I told the 
truth about that. I developed a taste for beer in college. I spent a lot of 
time and money trying to develop a taste for wine, but it never happened.

"Since we both like beer," Milo said. "Why don't we go somewhere, and I'll 
buy you one. There's a nice little pub right up the street."

"I'd like that," I responded. "Lead on McDuff. I'll follow you."

***

"This is nice," I said looking around the place he lead me to.

"Yeah, an English pub with American beer and nary a dart game. At least not 
since I've been coming here. I think this is a gathering place for college 
kids before and after the movie theater next door. The crowd seems to be 
influenced by the movie starting times." He gave me an appraising look. "So, 
my spies tell me that you are a woman of leisure. They say that you neither 
toil or spin."

"Your spies are correct," I answered his non question. "No toiling or 
spinning for me. Since I don't have any spies, I'll just have to ask. What 
do you do for your daily bread, Milo Thorn?"

"I'm afraid I don't toil or spin either," he answered laughing. "I owned a 
internet company, and I sold it after Sally was killed. I just didn't have 
the interest anymore. Sally had a lot of insurance, and I collected that. 
From the company sale and insurance I have a nice bundle of cash that I 
invested and it makes me a good living."

"Besides going to the gym, what do you do with your time?"

"I though about traveling, but I didn't. I thought about being a beach bum, 
but I didn't do that either. Same for race car driving, sky diving, scuba 
diving, and a host of other thing. Basically I don't do squat, and I don't 
like it very much. How does Toni Atkins spend her time?"

"All the things you didn't do...neither did I. I, also, don't do much, and 
like my beer drinking buddy, I don't like it very much either. I spend most 
of my time thinking about a former life. The one with the children and a 
husband to cook for and to take care of. I'm sorry, I'm being maudlin. Did 
you and you wife have children?"

"That's all right. I think we've earned the right to be maudlin if we want 
to. No, Sally didn't want children. She said it just wouldn't work with her 
profession. I went along, but now I wish I hadn't. I wish I hadn't let her 
talk me into a vasectomy. I wish I had insisted that we have children."

"It wouldn't have help you," I said. "They would just go off and leave you. 
Oh my God! Did I just say that out loud?"

"Yes, you did," he said laughing. "You know what I miss most of all? Sex, I 
miss sex with Sally. She was always enthused about it. Any time and any 
place."

"You are a good looking man of means," I said. "Surely you don't lack for 
feminine company."

"I guess not, but it's not the same. I don't have the heart to get into the 
chase anymore. Dating is hard work, and I've already admitted that I am not 
a toiler. Not to mention the diseases and bad things out there on the dating 
circuit. Asking for a health certificate is not very romantic for me, I 
guess. With Sally it was comfortable sex. We knew each others strength and 
weaknesses."

"I know what you mean," I said. "Edward and I had slowed down in the bedroom 
for the last few years. Ed was a workaholic and that's what killed him. It 
also took most of his sex drive, but I get your point. There is something to 
say for comfort and familiarity. I haven't got into the dating rat race. I 
guess I will sooner or later." It had to be the beer I'd consumed that 
caused me to be so open with a virtual stranger.

"Lot's of luck," he said, signaling the waitress to bring us another round. 
"I tried it and it just wore me out."

"So you aren't seeing anyone?" I don't know why I asked his that. It was 
none of my business and I knew it. More beer inspired talk.

"No, not now," Milo said with a laugh. "I love your directness. It 
refreshing to talk to someone who isn't coy. I'm about to decide that my 
next woman will be a rental. I think it's cheaper in the long run."

"A rental? I don't understand...oh, now I get it. You mean a prostitute."

"A call girl," he corrected. "High classed and expensive, but yes. A rose by 
any other name is..."

"A whore," I finished for him. I don't know why I took that tone or that 
attitude. I could see his point easily enough. I had similar thoughts. A 
paid escort for the evening with no muss nor fuss.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Probably not a good idea, huh?"

"I'm sorry," I said quickly. "It's not my place to judge you or advise you. 
I can see a lot of advantages in the concept. No small talk, you don't have 
to impress her, and you know you are going to get lucky. When the evening is 
over you pay up, and she's gone with no strings attached."

"Okay, you've talked me into it," Milo said grinning at me.

"Hold on," I said grinning back at him. "You haven't heard the down side to 
it." He cocked an eye at me. "What about your reputation?"

"Couldn't care less," he said.

"Okay, what about social diseases?"

"These girls are clean and inspected."

"Sounds like a side of beef," I replied. "You know her service isn't tax 
deductible."

"Okay, now you've hit the nail on the head."

"Tax deductible?"

"No, the side of beef thing. I want to be with a woman where sex isn't a 
business. I want passion, emotion, and some zing. I want to be made to work 
hard for her pleasure, and not just her giving me pleasure. I want mutual 
sex, not some sort of cash transaction."

We were on the third round of beer and I was getting tipsy. I wasn't used to 
drinking and it was going right to my head. That was what I used to justify 
my next statement.

"Milo, it sounds like you and I need to go somewhere and let us work hard at 
giving each other pleasure." Before I could even try to undo that impetuous 
statement he was standing and paying the tab.

"Exactly what I was thinking, Toni. My place is two blocks over. Let's go."

Several times on the drive to Milo's place, I nearly turned and drove in the 
other direction. I don't know if it was need or curiosity that kept me 
behind his car. Maybe some of both. He led me to an underground parking 
garage and indicated a vacant space beside his car. We took the elevator to 
his apartment.

"Nice place," I managed to say although my mouth was dry.

"Thanks," he said. "I moved in a couple of years ago. It was already 
furnished and decorated and I've just left it that way." I suspect that he 
sensed my hesitation and my trepidation. I was just opening my mouth to tell 
him that it was a mistake when he kissed me. It was a long, gentle, 
passionate kiss, and whatever reluctance I had been feeling simply melted 
away.

To be perfectly honest the events that followed are just a pleasant blur in 
my mind. I know he undressed me and I certainly know we had sex. Wonderful 
mind blowing sex. Milo was both gently and rough, fast and slow, and most of 
all he was a talented lover.

Something happened that night with Milo. There was a reawakening of old 
emotions. Feelings that had been deeply buried since Edward and I exchanged 
vows. I felt passion that I had not felt in many long years. I was 
transformed back to that college girl who wanted and needed a lot of sex. I 
had changed back to that person who saw sex as an adventure. Toni, the 
Wild-Child, had returned. No longer was I the frumpy little house wife. I 
was sexual dynamite with a short fuse. For the next week Milo and I hardly 
got out of bed except to eat and take care of our personal hygiene. Even 
when we got out of the bed, no piece of furniture was safe from our 
coupling. The kitchen table, the sofa and even the floor on several 
occasions. Milo and I both had the rug burns to attest to it. True to his 
word, Milo strived to provide pleasure, and he was exceedingly successful.

After that first week we finally, but temporarily, caught up on sex. Long 
enough for me to go home and check in with my small world. I called the kids 
at school and assure them that I was fine. I called my beauty salon and 
apologized for missing the last appointment and made another one. I made up 
some story about being suddenly called out of town. I read my mail, paid 
some bills, and arranged for the lawn service to come mow the hay crop.

While I was home, I took a good look at my big house. I realized I had no 
need for such a large place. Milo's condo was just about the right size. I 
determined to find a condo. I would need one with three bedrooms just in 
case the kids ever came home for a visit. Having made a decision, I called 
an acquaintance who sold real estate and told her to sell the place and find 
me a condo or at least a smaller house. Toni Atkins was moving on up, or at 
least moving on away.

When I mentioned my decision to Milo he agreed that it was best. He also 
told me about a house someone he knew had for sale. We went to see it that 
afternoon and I fell in love with it. The house was still in the suburbs, 
but closer to town than my house.

The house was much smaller that mine, but it was big enough. It was on two 
lots so there wasn't another house very close by. Three bedrooms with three 
baths, a large roomy kitchen with a lot of natural light. There was a big 
comfortable den in the basement. Best of all it had a swimming pool and a 
hot tub that sat on a large patio. The house looked like a place to have fun 
in. I made them an offer that same afternoon. Gone was the cautious, 
careful, and often indecisive Toni Atkins.

I moved in the new house ten days later. I had been astonished at the ease 
of the transaction. I was also amazed at what my old house was listed and 
eventually sold for. I never dreamed it was worth so much. Because I was 
moving into a much smaller place I had to make the decision what to keep and 
what to sell. I finally decided to sell nearly everything and start with 
mostly new furniture. What didn't sell I gave to Goodwill expect for the 
kids things which I put into storage until they could decide what they 
wanted to keep.

During the transition I spent every night with Milo. After I got settled in 
he came and stayed with me some of the time. As the weather got warmer we 
made good use of the swimming pool. I had been right. It was a fun place to 
live.

I worried how things would be when summer vacation came and the kids came 
home. I worried how they would react to Milo, but I worried needlessly. Lisa 
the oldest, called and told me that she was going to Europe with some 
friends for the summer. Eddie called a few days later and advised me that he 
was going to be working in some rocky mountain resort for the summer. That 
was the major difference between them. Eddie wanted to have his own money 
while Lisa was content to spend mine. Anyway the problem was solved, at 
least for the time being.

Milo and I settled into a routine of great sex. After the initial frenzy we 
calmed down to less intense, but satisfying sex. We still fucked whenever 
and where ever, that hadn't changed. There wasn't anything or any position 
we didn't try. Milo had a sense of adventure that matched my own renewed 
thirst for excitement. At his urging I started buying sexier clothing, some 
of which I would never appear in public wearing. I blushed at first just 
wearing them for Milo.

On several occasions Milo had me model some of the risqu� things. He used 
his expensive digital camera and made some near professional pictures of me. 
I'm not a vain person, but dammit I do look pretty good all things 
considered. I asked Milo what he was going to do with the pictures, but he 
just laughed and told me not to worry. I didn't worry about it. The people 
who knew me, should they happen to see them, wouldn't believe it was me 
anyway. Not stuffy ol' Toni Atkins.

***

One warm afternoon I was laying nude on the sunny side of the patio getting 
some sun and thinking. I tried to analyzed my feelings for Milo. I was 
pretty sure I wasn't "in" love with him, but I did love him. Milo had proven 
to be good medicine for me. He was always good company, and the sex was 
always great. I also wondered how he felt about me.

"Ten bucks for your thoughts," I heard his voice say from close by. Milo 
loved to sneak up on me. He had let himself in with his key, and he had his 
trusty camera aimed at my nude body. I smiled and posed for him.


"Ten bucks? I thought it was a penny for your thoughts?"

"Inflation," he said with a laugh. He sat his camera down on the table and 
got a couple cans of beer out of the ice chest. He put a cold can of beer on 
my boob causing me to yelp and jump. "What were you thinking about, if I may 
ask?"

"Us," I answered honestly. "I was trying to figure out what niche we 
belonged in."

"What did you come up with?"

"I'm not sure. We don't seem to fit in category I can think of. What do you 
think?"

"Well, that requires some thought, Toni," he said slowly. He pulled a chair 
over beside me. "I'm very fond of you. I love being with you, and I 
absolutely love being in you. I suspect we both are too old to be called 
girlfriend and boyfriend. Maybe we're just fuck buddies."

"Fuck buddies? How odd." I gave that some thought and decided he was right. 
That was exactly what we were. Fuck buddies was an excellent description of 
our relationship. I told him I agreed with his assessment. I was very 
relived that he wasn't "in" love with me.

***

"Are we going to broaden our horizons?" Milo asked me. We were laying in bed 
having just finished a session of hot steamy sex.

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"Other people," he said. "Getting together with other men for you, and maybe 
women for me." I surely had not seen that coming.

"For sex?"

"Yes, for sex."

"You want sex with other women?"

"No, not especially," he answered lazily. "You are about all the woman I can 
handle. No, I was thinking more about you and your horizons. Wouldn't you 
like to try other men?"

"I don't know," I said. "I haven't really given it any thought." That wasn't 
exactly the truth. I had though about it some. My sexual reawakening had 
triggered some thoughts of the group sex I engaged in while in college.

"Toni, you told me about some of your exploits before you were married. 
Don't you want to try some of them again?"

"I guess I do," I answered. "I've wondered how it would be now that I'm 
older."

"What was your favorite thing?"

"Threesomes," I answered immediately. I didn't even have to think about it.

"Two men or two women and a man?"

"Two men and me," I said. "I loved it when I was with two studs."

"Ever try a threesome with you and another woman?"

"Sure, a few times. It was all right, but frankly two women can wear a good 
man out too fast. With two guys, one can always be resting. Milo, would it 
bother you to see me with another man?"

"No, not at all. Sally and I did threesomes a lot. It was always a charge to 
watch her and another guy." I had not known that.

"Did you ever do Sally and another woman?"

"Sure, several times. Sally was bisexual. She would take a woman on as 
quickly as she would a man. I liked watching her with another woman, also." 
He was making lazy circles around one areola and occasionally flicking my 
spiky nipple. "One time Sally brought a bull dike home. I don't think she 
realized what she was getting into. The big bitch told me in no uncertain 
terms that I could watch, but not to touch or interfere. I didn't think it 
was possible for one woman to rape another, but by God, she did nearly rape 
Sally, and she was rough too. She slapped Sally and literally mauled her for 
over an hour. Sally went back to bi's and smaller, gentler women after 
that." He laughed softly. "Sally admitted to me later that she enjoyed the 
episode, but wasn't ready to have an encore."

"You want to see me raped by a woman?" I asked.

"No, not raped, but it would be fun to see you forcefully taken. Not just by 
a woman, but by a man or men." He leaned over and took my nipple between his 
teeth. It hurt in a delightful way.

"What role do you see yourself playing?" I asked him.

"The instigator," he answered. "The dominate partner, just like I was with 
Sally. I set it up and make it happen. You interested?"

"Sounds intriguing. You've apparently given this some thought. Do you have 
somebody in mind?" I could feel the excitement building within me.

"I have a couple people in mind. Some of Sally's old partners still keep in 
touch with me. In fact I spoke with one man just a few days ago. Have you 
ever fucked a black man?"

That was something I had missed during my wild-child days. There were only a 
few blacks attending my small college and they ran with another group. 
However, one night at a party I witnessed a black man screwing a white girl. 
It was an accident. I opened a bedroom door to get my coat and there they 
were, going at it on top of the coats. It was too dark for me to see much, 
but from the sounds the girl was making she seemed to be enjoying it a lot. 
I told Milo that I had not experienced a black man.

"Shame," he said. "Sally said there was nothing like it. I'll have to admit 
that I particularly enjoyed watching Sally fuck a black man. The black on 
white and the black in white effect was always a major turn-on for me. I 
liked the power of giving my wife to a black man or even a couple of black 
guys."

"So it's a power thing with you?" I've long suspected that the control issue 
was the reason men swapped their wives, or participated in wife sharing. I 
was a little surprised at Milo's candor.

"Yes, I think so," he admitted. "The first time I had her fuck a black man 
was in the Caribbean. We were down there on vacation. I guess we had been 
married a couple years by then. The room service waiter came to our room, 
and I had her answer the door topless. I thought his eyes were going to pop 
out. The next evening I ordered room service again, and I made sure it was 
the same man. This time Sally answered the door completely naked. I asked 
him what time he got off duty, and he told me at ten o'clock that night. I 
asked him to come back as soon as he got off work. He was there five minutes 
after ten. He must have ran all the way to our caba�a." Milo laughed as he 
remembered. "I hadn't told Sally that I had invited him to come back. I 
spent the time before he arrived playing games with her. I would play with 
her until she almost peaked, and then I would back off. By the time the 
waiter came, she was so hot I think she would have fucked a snake." Milo 
abandoned my breast and was playing with my clit. "Boy, it was great. Every 
time I gave her to a black man was good, but the first time was the 
greatest. I held her legs open while he fucked her. Thomas, I think that was 
his name, fucked Sally hard for over thirty minutes. Thomas flipped her over 
and fucked her dog style for another thirty minutes before he told me he was 
going to ass fuck her. We didn't have any lubricant so he used some left 
over butter from the dinner cart. Sally hadn't been much a an anal fan until 
Thomas fucked her ass. That night she became a devoted fan. Thomas came back 
the following night, and fucked her some more. The next night be brought a 
friend with him, and both of them fucked Sally. That was her first pussy and 
ass combination fuck. As it turned out we extended our vacation another five 
days and Sally spend most of it with at least one black cock in her."

"What did you do while they fucked your wife?" I asked. I was as turned on 
as I had ever been, just hearing about someone else's exploits.

"Mostly just stayed out of the way," he answered with a laugh. "I had 
already figured out that two men could service a woman real good, but with 
three men, one is usually just in the way. That was our first trip to the 
islands, but not our last. Sally really looked forward to going back and 
getting some more black island cock."

"Couldn't you find any willing black men here?"

"Oh sure, and we did lots of times, but there was something magical about 
the Caribbean." He rolled over, pushing my legs apart. I guided his cock to 
my waiting pussy. "We'll have to go there sometime."

"I can hardly wait," I gasped as he plunged into me. We fucked like mad for 
a long time and then I fell into a sweet dreamless sleep.

***

The next morning we were having coffee on the patio by the pool. My backyard 
is completely enclosed by a high privacy fence so Milo and I hardly ever 
wore clothes. There is something delightfully naughty about drinking your 
morning coffee and reading the paper in the nude.

"Milo, is that person you spoke of a black man?" I asked. He lowered the 
newspaper and looked at me with a blank expression on his face. "Last night 
you said you had recently spoken to an old friend of yours. Sally's partner 
or lover or whatever you call it."

"Oh yeah," he said. "I suppose lover would be the expected or common term, 
but there was hardly any love involved. It was just plain old fucking. But 
to answer your question, yes, he's a black man. Do you want to meet him?"

"Do you want me to?" I countered.

"Yes I do," he said. "I think you would enjoy the meeting. His name is Sam 
and he has a cock that a Shetland pony would envy. I think Sam was Sally's 
favorite. If it wasn't Sam it was Howie. Howie is also black, but not as big 
as Sam. Do you want me to make it happen?"

"Do you want to?" he gave me an annoyed look. I don't know why I was playing 
that silly game. Of course I wanted to meet Sam. I wanted to experience some 
of what Sally had experienced. The idea of coupling with a black man sent 
shivers up and down my spine. "Yes, Milo," I said taking his hand. "I want 
you to take charge and make it happen."

"When?"

"Soon," I whispered. "Very soon."

"You got it," he said. "It's a pretty day. Why don't we put the top down on 
my car and go for a drive?"

"Sounds good," I said. "I'll get dressed. Are you going like that?"

"No, I'll put some clothes on. Don't wear anything under your dress. We can 
put your top down and tease the truck drivers." We had done that before. At 
Milo's insistence I flashed my boobs for the drivers. It was a lot of fun 
and a real turn on for me. I'm proud that my breasts don't sag very much. 
I'm a thirty-eight double D so there is some drooping from the weight, but 
at least they don't hang to my knees. Perky, they are not. Milo told me that 
his wife wouldn't flash for him. She was too well known, and it had the 
potential of harming her reputation. Since I didn't have a TV or movie 
contract to protect, I gladly did it for him.

While Milo made some calls, I fixed my face. One just does not go out 
flashing looking like a hag. Milo and I spent a couple of hours playing with 
the truckers on the interstate. By two o'clock we were nearly back at my 
house. I was a little surprised when Milo pulled into the neighborhood 
grocery store lot.

"Have to get some steaks to grill," he said. "Tonight, my dear, I'll do the 
cooking and you can relax." Milo was one of those guys that wouldn't even 
look at a kitchen stove, but when the grill was lit, he became a master 
chief. Since I like it when he does the barbecue bit, I readily agreed. I 
informed him that I had two nice steaks in the freezer. "We need three," he 
said jumping out. "We have company coming over tonight. I'll be right back." 
The mysterious calls he had made were now explained. I felt a tingle of 
excitement as I waited for him to return from shopping.

***

Milo picked out the clothes he wanted me to wear. It was a flowered sarong 
that came to mid thigh and left one shoulder bare. I wasn't too surprised 
that he insisted on no underwear. The only problem was the sarong was pretty 
shear and my large unfettered breasts moved a great deal under it. I spent 
an hour shaving my legs and making sure my makeup was just right. My timing 
turned out to be perfect.

"Sam, this is Toni," Milo said. "Toni meet Sam Hays." Sam Hays was black and 
that was the only thing I had pictured correctly. I imagined he would be 
big. He wasn't as tall as Milo, but he was stocky. I thought he would be 
bald, you know, the shaven head thing. Sam Hays had a head full of braids. 
Dreadlocks, I think they're called. I assumed that his manner of speech 
would be...well, black. Sam Hays spoke with a distinctly British accent and 
his voice was soft and melodious. I found out later he had come from the 
Bahamas. I caught Milo grinning as he watched our initial meeting.

"My God, Milo," Sam said kissing my hand and keeping hold of it. "You said 
she was pretty but..."

"I did not say she was pretty," Milo interrupted the man. "I said she is 
beautiful."

"So you did," the man said gazing at me. "But that didn't adequately 
describe this vision before me. You have conjured up a goddess, my friend." 
Despite the obvious flattery I was hooked. Sam Hays was a charmer.

"Yes sir," Milo said. "Toni is a goddess of Eros. Come on out back. I have 
made my famous planters punch, and it awaits us." I'm not sure what the 
ingredients of his punch was, but I know it's powerful stuff. I'm sure it 
contained that high voltage rum, but never the less it was delicious.

While Sam and Milo made small talk I sat and enjoyed listening to them talk. 
It was sort of funny that Milo had adopted a slight English accent.

"Sam," Milo said. We were on our third glass of punch. "Did you know that 
our Toni has never had sex with a black man?" I know I must have turned 
fifty shades of red.

"A state of affairs that must be remedied this very day," Sam said 
seriously. "That is insufferable."

"I agree," Milo said just as seriously. "She loves sex so I'm sure you will 
find her delightful."

"Is she a good cocksucker?" Sam asked. I wanted to yell that I was sitting 
right there, but I kept silent. I was curious as to where this was going to 
lead.

"She is an excellent cocksucker," Milo said. "Show Sam what a good dick 
licker you are, Toni." I was shocked speechless. I was sitting beside Sam on 
a patio swing and I nearly fell off of it when Sam unzipped his pants and 
pulled his manhood out. It was humongous. I had never even seen a picture of 
a dick that big. It looked like a long black cobra with its hood flared.

I just sat and stared at it. I was only barely aware that Milo had gotten up 
and came over to where Sam and I sat. I felt his hand on my head pushing me 
toward the poised cobra-like cock. I managed to stretch my mouth wide enough 
to accept it in my mouth. Sam's cock was warm and soft like a velvet covered 
steel rod. I closed my eyes and gave him my best effort. I felt Milo 
slipping the sarong off of my shoulder and pushing it down to expose my 
breasts.

"Take a look at these, Sam," Milo said. He pulled me up so that the dress 
could fall the rest of the way down and Sam could see my breasts.

"Lovely," Sam said. "Absolutely stunning. I do love big white tits." He 
leaned over and sucked one nipple into his mouth. I was vaguely aware that I 
moaned when he did. Milo had his fingers on my other breast and was tugging 
gently at my nipple. I could feel an orgasm building within me. The first of 
many that evening.

It was well after nine o'clock before Milo finally got the steaks on the 
grill. We all were famished by that time. Sam and Milo fucked me without 
letup for over two hours. Milo as host, I suppose, let Sam have me first. It 
took some doing for Sam to work that massive chunk of meat into me, but we 
did managed, and I'll have to admit it was wonderful. Sam proved to be a 
considerate lover. He made sure that I was comfortable with his huge cock 
before he started fucking me. Once he started, he did a skillful job. I 
climaxed four or maybe five times before he turned me over to Milo. Milo did 
his usual fine job and brought me to several more nice orgasms.

The two men swapped me back and forth for a long time. Since there was no 
butter handy, Milo used some commercial anal lube, and they each took my 
butt. Frankly I have never been a big fan of butt-fucking. Oh, I can take 
it, and I have on many occasions, but given a choice, I'll take the cock in 
my pussy every time. When Milo got his cock in my ass and Sam pushed his 
cock in my pussy, I became an instant convert. Sometime just after I 
climaxed while they doubled up on me, I passed out for a moment. I had never 
experienced such a powerful orgasm before. I was so week-kneed I just 
managed to make it to the shower where I washed a quart of come off and out 
of me.

After we ate and relaxed in the hot tub a few minutes, they started again. 
The first time was while we were still in the tub. Then we made it to the 
bed where they fucked me over and over. They doubled penetrated me at least 
two more times. Sometime in the wee hours I went to sleep laying between the 
two powerful men. I closed my eyes, a completely satisfied, but come 
splattered woman. As I drifted into sleep, I remember thinking that it 
couldn't get any better than this. I was wrong. It could, and it did.

PART TWO

Milo was like a child with a new toy. Sam came back several times, but he 
was only one of many men Milo "gave" me to. Milo relished the role of 
dominate man, and frankly I loved the role of submissive sex slave. It 
seemed that the more sex I got, the more I wanted.

I'll give Milo credit. He was an equal opportunity lender. He loaned me to 
white men, black men, Hispanic men, Asian men, and once to an American 
Indian. Sometime about midsummer he introduced me to a woman. It came about 
like this...

Milo called me and told me we were having guests for cocktails. He told me 
that they were a couple. He, Terry, and she, Lilly. He was a big black man 
and she a petit white woman.

"Toni," Lilly said. We were on the patio under the cover as it was raining. 
"I would like to eat your pussy." Okay, I'll be the first to admit that it 
was a startling way to begin a conversation. Startling, but effective.

"Really?" I managed to say.

"Yes, really," she said giving me a direct look. "Milo showed us some photos 
of you, and I wanted to eat your cunt from the first glance." We were 
sitting side by side on the glider and she put her hand on my thigh. "Would 
you let me eat you?"

"I...ah..." I didn't know what to say. I looked helplessly at a beaming Milo 
and the big black man.

"Of course she would," Milo said. "Toni, stand up and take your shorts off. 
Your top also. Let Terry get a good look at your magnificent titties." Since 
I didn't know what else to do, I did as he ordered me to do.

"Man, that is a nice rack," Terry said when my top was removed. "Does she 
shave her snatch?"

"Nope, her pubic hair was removed by electrolyses," Milo explained. "I hate 
picking hair out of my teeth, don't you?"

"Yeah man," Terry agreed. "I do hate that."

Naked except for my sandals, I stood in front of Lilly. She put her hands on 
my butt and pulled me forward, licking my stomach and downward as she did. I 
leaned back and spread my legs to give her access to my pussy. I love having 
my pussy licked, but standing while it's being done isn't very comfortable. 
Apparently Lilly was aware of that and soon I was laying back on the glider 
and she was kneeling between my spread legs.

I've had my pussy eaten by both men and women, but never one as good as 
Lilly. She put everything into her effort. I was coming within a few 
minutes. I closed my eyes and went with it. After a few minutes I could feel 
Lilly jerking. I opened my eyes and saw that Milo was behind her ramming her 
hard. Terry was standing over us. He bent down and kissed me long and hard 
while he fondled my breasts. After a few minutes of that he stood, dropped 
his pants, and offered me his cock to suck. I had to stretch to reach him, 
but we managed. Now everybody was in the act. That was just the beginning of 
our night together.

If you have never had your pussy eaten while being fucked by a hard cock, 
you have missed something magnificent. There is not another sensation like 
it. I think it takes a woman to do the eating. Most men won't get their face 
that close to another man's cock. Lilly just pulled her husbands balls to 
the side and got her mouth on my clit while Terry fucked me doggy style. I 
sucked Milo off while the couple serviced me. Before the night was over we 
got into most every position that four people can get into. Once, while 
Terry and Milo double fucked me, I ate Lilly's pussy. It was full of come, 
but I didn't let that deter me. I tried to give her as good as she had given 
me.

Of course during all these get-togethers, Milo kept his trusty camera busy. 
By mid summer I had a shoebox full of photos he printed for me. I kept the 
shoe box on the top shelf of my closet. ***

Of all the men, and women, Milo brought to enjoy me, Sam was the all-around 
best. I enjoyed them all, and my second favorite was a man named Larry. 
Larry was a short heavy-set man that was funny. He could always make me 
laugh. Larry would stop in the middle of fucking me to tell a joke. He had a 
four inch cock that was bigger around than a beer can. There was no way I 
wanted that thing in my butt, and I told him so on several occasions. Funny 
Larry never insisted on anal sex, or anything else that I wasn't agreeable 
to, and that fact alone always made him a welcomed guest.

Terry and Lilly were also always welcome. Terry was pretty rough when it 
came to sex, but not unbearably so. I found that I liked sex that was a 
little rough, and he seemed to know there was a line he shouldn't cross. 
That brings me to when Milo set me up for my first gang-bang.

Twelve men, most of whom I didn't know, fucked me one after another and in 
twos and threes for over three hours. The first hour was hot and a lot of 
fun and I came many times. The second hour was still fun, but less so than 
the first hour. The last hour wasn't all that great. I had simply become a 
place for them to spill their seed, and I just wanted it over with. Later, 
when I had recovered, I told Milo that we would have to go with fewer men or 
less time.

The second gang-bang went much better. Seven men fucked me for a little less 
than two hours. I can testify that two hours of constant fucking is a long 
time for any woman, but I loved every minute of it. We repeated that several 
times over the following weeks.

The best time I had in group sex was the all black bang that Milo set up in 
late July. Five black men had me that time. Milo made a video tape of that 
session and I still get a thrill watching myself with the five black studs. 
Watching the video later, I experienced a mild orgasm when Milo zoomed in on 
my pussy that was leaking great gobs of come.

Sex with multiple partners had simply became a way of life for me, and most 
of the time I looked forward with great anticipation to the next event. Milo 
kept mixing it up so that I never knew what to expect from one time to 
another. Sometimes it would be just him. Sometimes maybe just Sam and him. 
Other times it would be several guys, or maybe just Terry and Lilly. Milo 
attempted to not let anything become old hat, and for the most part he was 
successful. However, I discovered it is possible to get too much sex. I got 
to where I looked forward to my week off every month. It was near the end 
one of those hiatus that I got a surprise. My daughter, Lisa, called from 
the airport. ***

My daughter, who I thought was cycling her way across Europe, was calling me 
for a ride. I told her I would be there in an hour. I suppose this is a good 
time to describe Lisa.

In the looks department she favored her father's side of the family. Small 
boned and what some would describe as delicate. She was beautiful, and 
that's not just a mother's assessment. She's five-six with reddish blonde 
hair that she keeps cut short. Lisa and I had a good mother-daughter 
relationship. We, more often then not, didn't see eye to eye on a wide 
variety of subjects, but we quickly developed a live and let live attitude. 
It took a lot of time and patience on my part to convince her that she would 
develop breasts. I was right, she did, but nowhere as large as she wanted. 
She lamented long and loud that it just wasn't fair. I tried to convince her 
that she looked fine with her firm B cup breasts. Actually I envied her 
somewhat. Mine developed early and were in my way for a lot of activities. 
Try playing volleyball while getting smacked in the face with your own 
boobs.

Lisa had been sucking and jerking the boys off since she was fourteen, and I 
knew the very day she became really sexually active. She told me that she 
intended to let Bobby Ellis have his way with her. We had a long seriously 
discussion about loosing her virginity. I wanted her to be better prepared 
than I had been. Of course I hadn't waited until she was seventeen. We 
started our discussions long before that. Lisa was thirteen when I realized 
I almost waited too long. I just happen to see her and a neighbor boy in the 
backyard. She was playing with his dick. I got into high gear after I saw 
that. So on her seventeenth birthday she surrendered her cherry. She came 
home from her date, her face glowing.

"Mom, it was great," she said coming in the front door. "I wish I hadn't 
waited so long." I tried to assure her that apparently she had waited just 
the right length of time. It was a source of comfort to me that Lisa was a 
great deal more discriminating than I was at her age. She dispensed her 
favors rarely and only under the best conditions. As far as I could tell, 
and a mother can always tell, she kept her reputation spotless while in high 
school.

I tried to discuss the subject of our daughter's sex life with Edward, but 
he wasn't interested in hearing about it. Family matters bored him or maybe 
it embarrassed him. His way of thinking was to let me take care of family 
matters. He left it up to me, the mother, to have that all important 
father-son talk with Eddie. Probably a good thing in retrospect. I'm not at 
all sure Edward really knew about the birds and bees beyond the act of 
having sex.

I don't intend to speak disrespectfully of my late husband. He had many 
redeeming qualities. Getting down and dirty in family matters just didn't 
happen to be one of them.

Before I left for the airport I called Milo to advise him that I had company 
in the house. I didn't want his first appearance to be of him walking in 
stroking his dick as he often did. Also I made a quick tour of the house to 
see if there was any incriminating evidence laying around.

It took a little longer than I had estimated to get to the airport. The 
traffic was terrible that afternoon. I spotted Lisa waiting at the curb in 
front of the arrival area. I had to park and get out. I had forgotten to 
tell her I had a new car. She didn't recognize my new Cadillac convertible.

"So, new house and a new car," Lisa said when we got her luggage in the 
trunk. "You are wildly blowing my inheritance, aren't you?"

"If I live long enough," I teased her back. "There won't be a dime left." 
Both Eddie and Lisa knew that some of the money I got from Edward's estate 
was in a trust fund for them. I couldn't touch it even if I wanted to. We 
only small-talked until I got back to the interstate.

"So what happened to your summer bike trip?" I asked.

"I got bored with it," she said. "It was fine until we got to France. What a 
bunch of arrogant snobs they are. The truth of the matter is they have 
nothing to be conceited about. The men are rude and self-centered, and the 
women are hairy and smell bad. Fuck the lot of them." I was pretty sure 
there was more to it than that, but I didn't press the issue. I know when I 
was twenty it would have taken a lot more than some rude men and smelly 
women to get me to leave France.

"Tell me about this new man in your life," Lisa said. "Milo is it?"

"Yes, Milo Thorn," I acknowledged.

"Serious?"

"Yes and no," I answered. "We are..." I nearly said fuck buddies, but Lisa 
and I didn't have that kind of relationship. "Friends," I substituted. "Just 
good friends." I glanced over and she was looking at me funny.

"Real good friends?" she inquired. I nodded.

"So what's your plans for the rest of the summer?" I thought it might be 
wise to get on another subject.

"Just hang out with you," she answered. "I'm not real sure I will go back to 
school next term. I may take some time off."

'Hells fire,' I though. 'What do you call going to Europe?' Instead I said, 
"I suppose you will be the best judge of that. Just more money for me to 
blow."

"Come on, Mom," she laughed. "We both know that my college is in a 
scholarship fund. I'm not sure what I'll do. I may go on back, or I may 
switch schools."

We got on lighter subjects for the rest of the trip. Lisa was pleased with 
my house. She went into every room and made a careful inspection. When she 
came to the swimming pool she laughed.

"Why didn't we have one of these when I was growing up? Look, a hot tub, 
too. What are you, Mom, some sort of swinger?" That was a bit closer to home 
then she thought. I had hurriedly taken the sex swing down before I left the 
house. It's a sling that hangs from the den ceiling and leaves a woman 
occupant wide open in every hole. It's a fun apparatus, but I sure as hell 
didn't want to explain it to Lisa.

"Come on Lisa," I said managing to laugh. "It's just a swimming pool and hot 
tub. Go put on a suit and take a dip."

"Are swimming suits a house rule?"

"No, not at all. Go in butt naked if you want to. I skinny dip all the 
time." I didn't mention that I usually was not alone when I did. She was 
naked and in the pool almost before I could finish. I stripped down and 
joined her in the cool water.

"Mom, when am I going to meet this Milo?" Lisa was hanging on the rope that 
separates the shallow water from the deep. Her perky breasts were out of the 
water. Again I momentarily envied her.

"I don't know," I evaded. "Soon, I guess."

"Are you getting it on with him?"

"What kind of question is that to ask your mother?"

"The kind of question that dictates an answer," she answered swimming over 
to me. "I'm not judging you Mom. You are an adult and you can do whatever 
you want to do. I certainly wouldn't blame you if you are. You are still a 
young woman you have needs."

"Okay," I said laughing with her. "I'll answer your question if you'll give 
me an honest answer to my question. What happened in France?"

Lisa rolled over and floated on her back beside me. I put my hand under her 
back to support her like I had when she was younger.

"I only went to Europe because Chad wanted to. I told you about Chad. 
Anyway, things were wonderful for the first part of our bike trip. When we 
got to France last week some French kids joined our group. There was one 
girl who kept making eyes at Chad. She flirted with him right in front of me 
and the others. Bottom line is, I caught Chad and this French bitch fucking. 
They were in our tent, on our sleeping bag, Mom! Can you believe that? The 
two bit whore asked me to join them and Chad agreed with her. I left the 
rotten bastard and got on the next plane leaving that miserable, God 
forsaken place. Men are...urgggg, I hate them all!"

"I suppose you do right now," I said. "That had to hurt. Did you and Chad 
have an understanding? Had you both made commitments to one another?"

"What the hell does that have anything to do with it?" she snapped. "I 
though we did. We were together...you know sleeping together. Isn't that a 
commitment?"

"No, not for a man," I said biting my lip to keep from smiling at her 
naivety. "Men think different about sex then we do. To us it is a type of 
commitment, to them it's just a pleasurable act that provides them some 
temporary relief. No, honey, it appears that to Chad you were someone to 
keep company with until another willing female came along. I don't mean to 
be cruel, but you retired from the field and the French bitch won."

"Yeah, I thought about that on the flight home. I can get over Chad, but I 
sure hate that I lost to Frenchie. That blows."

"Yes, that blows," I agreed. "Let that be a lesson young lady. Don't ever 
let a French whore take your man unless you want her to." That quip managed 
to bring a smile to her lips.

For the next couple of days, Lisa and I settled in and became re-acquainted. 
I mentioned that I was glad for the monthly week off from sex, but usually 
long before the week is over, I'm horny again. Someone once told me that sex 
is like eating a meal. You can get way behind in both, and catch up quickly. 
That's true, I suppose, but the "catch-up" didn't last very long for me. 
After a couple of day with no sex, I was walking the floors. I had gotten 
used to a lot of sex and I missed it.

On Friday, Milo came for dinner. He was his usual witty and charming self, 
and he quickly won Lisa over. Milo and I made a tentative date for Saturday 
at his place. I was ready and from the way he covertly touched me, so was 
he.

On Saturday morning I was in my bedroom getting dressed when Lisa stuck her 
head in. She was looking for some thread to repair a blouse.

"Sure, honey, my sewing box is in my closet on the shelve. Help yourself," I 
told her. I had just stepped into the bathroom when I heard it fall. My 
heart lurched because I knew for a certainty what had fell. It had to be the 
box of photographs. I froze at the sink not knowing if I should run in and 
gather up the photos or pretend to not know anything. After a few moments I 
went into the bedroom on unsteady legs. Lisa was sitting on my bed looking 
at the stack of graphic pictures of her mother and a wide variety of men.

I walked over and looked down at her as she carefully studied each picture. 
She seemed not to notice that I was even in the room. Lisa looked at each 
picture in the shoebox at least twice before she carefully put then back in 
the box, put the box back on the shelf, got the sewing box, and left without 
saying a word to me. I felt like I should say something to her, but 
truthfully I didn't have a clue what to say. My twenty year old daughter had 
just discovered that her mother was a slut. What the hell does one say at a 
time like that?

A short while later I summonsed up enough nerve to go down to the kitchen. I 
desperately needed coffee. Lisa was sitting at the table with needle and 
thread, and her blouse.

"I made coffee," she said not looking at me.

"Thanks Sweetie," I muttered getting a mug and pouring a cup of coffee. 
Every fiber of my being yelled at me to take the coffee and go somewhere 
else. I didn't. I sat down across from her.

"Lisa we have to talk. I..."

"Mom, I'm sorry," Lisa blurted. "I wasn't prying. The box fell and spilled 
the pictures out. I was just picking them up and..."

"I know," I said. "It's all right honey. I'm sorry you saw them. I know that 
it was a shock for you."

"I'm not sure 'shock' describes it," she said with a half laugh, half sob. 
"Wow!"

"Lisa, I don't owe you an explanation, but I feel compelled to try. It's 
just..."

"I didn't see dad in any of the pictures," she said interrupting me. It was 
fine that she did because I wasn't sure what I was going to say anyway. "So 
I assume that they are recent photos."

"Yes they are," I said. "Milo took them. At least the ones he wasn't in. 
Your father and I had a completely monogamous relationship. Never anything 
kinky. About a year after your father died I met Milo." I told her about how 
we met and our sexual exploits. I left nothing out of the story. She 
listened without interrupting until I finished.

"You should write a book," she said after a long uneasy silence. "Maybe a 
movie script, too."

"I doubt that I could do that," I said with a nervous laugh. "Lisa, I'm 
really very sorry you found out about me."

"It's okay, Mom," she said. She got up and got us more coffee. After she sat 
back down. "I think it may explain some things. Grandma Sophie told me you 
were a wild-child when you were younger."

"My mother told you that?"

"Yes, we were talking one day and I guess I mentioned that I was seeing this 
boy. That started her telling me about you when you were in high school. I 
didn't want to believe her, so I put it out of my mind. You were my mother, 
for pity sakes. No kid ever wants to think about her mother doing things 
with guys."

"How does this explain anything?" I asked.

"My feelings," she said quietly. "How I think about sex."

"I don't understand."

"For example when Chad and I were doing it, sometimes I would pretend it was 
someone else. When that French slut asked me to join them I was tempted to 
do just that. When some of the kids at school would watch porno I always got 
excited seeing someone engaged in sex." She looked directly at me. "Do you 
really like sex?"

"Yes I do. I like sex a lot."

"Me too. I think about it all the time. I know it's terrible, but looking at 
the pictures of you and...those men made me wet. I got aroused, Mother. Is 
that not weird?"

"No, not so weird," I said. I was speaking slowly, trying to choose my words 
carefully. "A lot of people are stimulated by visual images. I am, and 
apparently so are you. Then again it doesn't take all that much to get me 
fired up. Lisa, you come from a long line of hot blooded women. I'll guess 
that your grandmother didn't tell you that she was a hot blooded woman in 
her younger days, did she? Like me, she had a reputation of being a slut. 
After your father and I married, I was faithful to the day he died, but 
after that something came undone. I re-discovered sex. I'm sorry you found 
out, but I'm not sorry that I like sex and that I engage in a lot of sex. 
It's who I am, and as long as I can attract a man I intend on doing so. I 
have never felt so free in my life."

"What's it like?"

"What is what like?"

"Two men ravishing you at the same time? Having sex with a black man?"

"Good," I said. "I like group sex. I like sex with black men and Asian men 
and...well you name it and I like it. It's not a life style for everybody, 
but it fits me."

"They all looked so big," Lisa said. "I mean their things all looked big to 
me. Is it better when they have big things?"

"Truthfully, size isn't all that important to me. I like big cocks, medium 
size cocks and even smaller cocks. Hardness and durability is what's 
important. I much rather have a man with a small cock who can last more that 
a few minutes than a big cock that can't stay hard for more than a quick 
thrust or two."

"How long should a guy last?"

"As long as possible," I said laughing. "Sam, one of the black guys can go 
for hours."

"You have to be kidding me! Chad was only good for five or six minutes on a 
good day. Hours?"

"Yes, hours. Sam comes and keeps going. Milo is always good for thirty 
minutes or more. There is one guy, Larry, who shoots off quick the first 
time, but he good for a long session after that. Larry is a fat white guy, 
but he's fun to be with and he makes me laugh a lot. His cock is only about 
four inches long, but it's as big around as a beer can. I guess that's the 
appeal of group sex. If one cock goes soft there is another hard one close 
by. Like I said, it's not for everyone, but it fits me."

"Can I tell you something?" Lisa asked. I nodded. "When Chad was fucking 
that French bitch, I watched for a long time. I don't know what I would have 
done if she hadn't noticed me. I liked watching them. Is that too bizarre?"

"Of course not," I told her. "A lot of people like to watch. Milo is a 
certified voyeur. He really likes to watch as well as be a part of the 
action. I like to watch also. While we have our cards on the table, let me 
ask you if you've ever done group sex?"

"No, I haven't," she said. "I'm going to though. I want to do it all."

"Never been with another woman?"

"No...well yes, a little bit. Janie, you remember her don't you? She and I 
played with each other in high school. She licked me, but I never licked 
her."

"Why is that?"

"I don't know," Lisa said with a slight smile. "She never asked me to, I 
guess. Have you ever licked another woman. I saw pictures of you being 
licked."

"Yes I have. Several times. Sex with another woman is fun and I certainly 
don't mind it, but it can never take the place of a hard cock. I like men 
better than women. It's just that simple. I enjoy being eaten by a woman, 
but with a man he can eat you then fuck you, and I like to fuck."

"I guess with your big boobs you don't have any trouble getting a man, huh?"

"The size of my breasts have nothing to do with it," I said laughing. "Men 
may be attracted by big tits, but that alone won't keep their interest. I'm 
sure you have no problem getting a man. I have a theory, Lisa. Guys like 
tits. Big ones, tiny ones or in between. Milo and I have a friend. Her name 
is Lilly, and Lilly doesn't have tits. She's all nipple and she gets plenty 
of action. Lilly can have any man she wants, anytime she wants. My theory 
is, it's attitude, not tits. Your breast are beautiful and well shaped. You 
have a beautiful face and a great figure."

"So you're saying I should change my attitude?"

"Maybe. It's not my place to tell you that. You'll have to do what's 
comfortable for you. Do you want to be a slut?"

"Slut? No...I don't know...maybe. I guess I just don't like that word."

"I didn't either," I told her. "I faced facts and realized I was a slut, so 
I adjusted. Use whatever word you want if you don't like slut. The point is 
this, do only what you are comfortable with. If you had jumped in with Chad 
and his French floozy you might have liked it."

"I don't want to be a slut, but I want sex with a lot of men. I want to do 
all of the things I saw you doing in the photos," she laughed. "Okay, I 
guess I do want to be a slut."

I finished my coffee and though about the talk I was having with my 
daughter. I doubt that many mothers have had a conversation like it. Did I 
want my daughter to be like me? No, I didn't. I wanted her to be a sweet 
innocent little girl, but that boat had already sailed, and I was well aware 
of that. I guess I wanted her to be happy. It was a peculiar morning, but 
the day got even stranger.

"I'm going to soak in the hot tub for a while and then swim and lay in the 
sun," I said. "Want to join me?"

A few minutes later we were in the tub. Neither of us said much. I suspect 
we didn't know what to say. I know I didn't have a clue. When the silence 
got unbearable Lisa ask me what my plans for the evening were.

"I think Milo and I are going to dinner and then back to his place," I 
answered.

"Momma's going to get some," Lisa sang and giggled. I certainly hoped she 
was right.

"Why don't you join us?" I asked her. I don't know where the question came 
from.

"For dinner or his apartment?" she teased.

"Both," I said impulsively.

"Are you serious?" she demanded.

"Yes I am," I said. "At least for dinner. Play everything else by ear. You 
got along good with Milo, didn't you?"

"Sure, he's a nice man. I like him." She didn't comment further. I let it go 
and got into the pool. I didn't know what the hell I was doing anyway.

"Where are we going to eat?" she asked me suddenly. We were laying in the 
sun. I thought the subject had been closed.

"Milo likes a little Italian place. It's nice, but I'm sure he would be open 
to suggestion."

"No, I like Italian food," she said. "Mom, is this...I don't know the word. 
Odd?"

"Yes, it defiantly is odd," I said. "But then again we are odd people."

"I guess we are at that," she agreed. "Okay, I'm in for dinner...at least."

I called Milo and told him that Lisa would be joining us for dinner. He 
seemed fine with the idea. He liked it even better when I told him about 
Lisa finding the photographs and our conversation.

"You think...?" he said letting the question trail away.

"I'm damned if I know what to think," I answered his unfinished question. 
"This is a strange situation."

"Not to worry," he said brightly. "I'll charm her pants off. I had planed on 
Sam joining us later. Is that still all right?"

"Sure," I answered quickly. "Either way it goes, Sam will be welcome. I'll 
see you at seven, then?" ***

Milo was his warm and cheerful self, but I could tell Lisa was having second 
thoughts about this. Milo picked us up and during the drive to the 
restaurant he kept up a stream of lively chatter. Lisa responded to his 
questions, but she didn't volunteer any comments. It was when we were seated 
at the table that he connected.

"I meant to ask you the other day, Lisa," Milo said. "Where all have you 
modeled?"

"Me? Model?" Lisa asked her mouth dropping open

"Yes. Anything I would have seen? I don't read many magazines except in the 
doctors office. I doubt that you've modeled for Field and Stream."

"I haven't modeled for anything," Lisa said. Her cheeks were pink.

"Really," Milo asked looking genuinely surprised at that news. "You have to 
be kidding. You have the perfect body for modeling. Doesn't she Toni?" I 
nodded wondering where this was going. "Hell, I know a photographer that 
would give a slice out of his ass to shoot you. Have you ever wanted to 
model?"

"Oh yes," Lisa said her eyes bright. "Every since I was a little girl. I 
used to primp and pose in front of a mirror for hours on end." That was news 
to me. She never mentioned wanting to be a model.

"I'm a pretty good photographer myself," Milo said. "Why don't we do a 
shoot, and I'll show them to my friend. I'll bet you a hundred bucks he'll 
jump at the chance."

"I think I've seen some of your work," Lisa said with a shy giggle.

"Oh, that's just one type of photography. I do other types too. What do you 
say? Want to give it a go?"

"Sure, why not?" Lisa said. "When?"

"Tonight," Milo said. "We can use my little studio. I have a friend coming 
by later, but we'll have plenty of time for a test shoot."

It was as if he had found a hidden switch in Lisa. She became a different 
person. Cheerful, animated and talkative. Even after the subject changed, 
Lisa stayed upbeat.

We went to Milo's apartment after a nice meal. Unlike me, Lisa apparently 
developed a taste for wine. She had drank a lot and her face was flushed. 
Milo recognized the fact that she was pliable and started photographing soon 
after we arrived. He had one bedroom set up with a variety of backdrops, 
lights and other equipment that I had no idea the purpose of. Of course I 
had been there before, modeling for Milo.

Milo took Lisa through the process slowly and in a totaling non-threatening 
manner. I watched from the back of his improvised studio as he did his work. 
He asked her if she wanted to try some of the costumes he had. She readily 
agreed. One was a harem girl outfit. I had tried it on once, but there was 
no way the top came close to fitting me and my big boobs, but it fit Lisa 
perfectly. Basically it was a tiny bikini with some gauzy material for a top 
cover and pantaloons. Milo took several pictures in various posed.

"Okay, Lee," Milo said At some point, and I'm not sure when, Milo renamed 
her from Lisa to Lee "Let's try some without the top." Knowing how 
self-conscious she was about her small breasts, I thought she would balk 
Lisa proved me wrong. She quickly took the top off. "You have beautiful 
breasts, Lee," Milo said , snapping one photo after another. "Absolutely 
stunning, dear." Lisa beamed at his praise. "Cup them for me," he encouraged 
her. She complied, slowly bringing her hand up slowly and cupping her 
breasts. Even from the back I could see that her nipples, which were 
naturally puffy, had hardened. While Milo snapped, she pinched her nipples 
and looked lasciviously at the camera. I watched, transfixed as my daughter 
transformed herself into a wanton woman.

When Milo told her to remove the bottoms she didn't hesitate even for a 
moment. It was as she had been anticipating the order to become nude. Milo 
had her laying half propped up on some pillows.

The door to the studio opened and Sam stuck his head in. I motioned him to 
enter. Neither Milo or Lisa seemed to notice that he had arrived.

"Hey, who's the new girl?" Sam whispered to me.

"My daughter, Lisa," I whispered back. Sam glanced at me with a strange 
expression on his face. Couldn't say I blamed him a bit.

"Spread your legs, Lee," Milo said. "Open them up and let me see your 
beautiful pussy...that's good, sweetheart...show me some pink gash...play 
with your clit...make it a happy clit, Lee."

I was aware that I was watching a seduction. My daughter's seduction. With 
carefully chosen words and phrases, Milo Thorn was preparing Lisa for sex. I 
could feel the electricity in the air. The atmosphere in the room was 
charged with sexual excitement. Not all of it Lisa's. I could hear Sam's 
heavy breathing beside me. My own breathing had quickened, also.

"Toni, come take the camera," Milo instructed. "I'll arrange Lee while you 
snap some pictures." Milo had given me instruction on how to use the camera, 
and I had done so on several occasions.

Milo went to a place beside Lisa. He knelt and rearranged her arms and I 
snapped a couple shots. He moved her legs farther apart, and I snapped some 
more. I zoomed in as his fingers found her clitoris. I moved the focal point 
to her face as Milo ran his finger across her protruding clit. Lisa had a 
look of pure bliss on her face, her eyes were closed part of the time.

"Your pussy is wet, Lee," Milo said softly. "But it should be a little 
wetter. Shall I moisten it for you?" Lisa nodded without opening her eyes. 
Milo moved between her legs and leaned in his mouth down on to her pussy. 
When his teeth found her clit she sat up, her eyes opening wide. I could 
sense Sam close behind me, and soon I could feel his hot breath on my neck.

"Milo is eating your daughter's cunt," Sam whispered. I nodded and continued 
to snap the photos. "He's going to fuck her isn't he?" Again I nodded, my 
heart racing and my hands beginning to shake. "While he fucks your daughter, 
I will fuck you, Toni," Sam whispered. I nodded again.

"You are beautiful, Lee," Milo said lifting his wet face from Lisa's crotch. 
"Your mouth only needs one thing. It need my cock in it. Shall I put my cock 
in your mouth?" Lisa nodded and reached for him. It only took Milo a second 
to get out of his clothes and he presented my daughter his hard cock to 
suck. She noisily sucked his stiff rod.

It was taking all of my control to keep the camera steady while I snapped 
the pictures of Lisa giving Milo a blow job. Sam didn't help things by 
reaching around and putting his hands on by breasts.

"I want to fuck you Lee," Milo said after a while. "Do you want me to fuck 
you?"

"God, yes!" Lisa said. "Fuck me, please."

I managed to get a couple of shots of Milo's cock going into my daughter's 
pussy and then I gave it up. I couldn't make pictures with Sam playing with 
me. He had raised my dress up, slid my panties down and was fingering me 
from behind. I put the camera down and gave in to his finger fucking. He 
bent me forward and I felt his massive cock probing at my opening. If Sam 
hadn't a firm grip in my hips, I would have collapsed when he entered me. He 
jerked me back, fully impelling me on his hard cock. As Sam rammed his cock 
in and out of me I saw Milo doing the same with Lisa. The Atkins girls were 
being fucked.

Even thought I was a participant it almost seemed like I was a watcher. 
Watching even my own activities. Lisa was under Milo, bucking, yelling, and 
swearing. Most of her words were nearly incoherent. When Milo turned her 
over to screw her from behind, she made the change in haste, reaching back 
to guide Milo back into her.

Sam took me to the area beside Milo and Lisa. I had managed to get my dress 
over my head so, except for my bra, from which Sam had extracted my breasts, 
I was naked also. As I lay on my back, with the black man plunging wildly in 
and out of me I looked over and my young daughter still on her knees and 
being fucked hard by Milo. Our eyes met for an instant before she closed 
hers again. She smiled at me, and I smiled back.

After Lisa and I both had been well and truly fucked in the studio, we made 
it to Milo's bedroom where the sex continued. Sam had to work hard at 
getting his cock in Lisa even thought Milo had opened her up. It took him a 
while even with my help. While Milo held her legs open and I guided Sam's 
large cock to her, it was still difficult. I was beginning to think she was 
just too small to accommodate his cock when his cock suddenly went half way 
in. Sam froze, waiting on her to adjust to his length and girth. Lisa was 
twitching, jerking, and moaning, but gave no indication that she wanted to 
stop. Ever so slowly, Sam pushed the rest of his horse cock into her. When 
he was completely in her Milo released her legs. I realized that Lisa was 
trying to say something. I leaned closer to her.

"What is it dear?" I asked.

"I'm so full," she gasped. "I feel so fucking full." She reached for my hand 
and grasped it tightly. "He's fucking me, Mom. 
He's...jamming...me...so...hard." Sam was slowly picking up the tempo. Soon 
Lisa was totally lost in her passion as the black Bahamian slammed into her.

"You think she likes Sam's black cock?" Milo said hugging me from behind.

"Yes, I do believe she does," I answered. I was about to have an orgasm just 
from Milo playing with my breasts and watching my daughter getting black 
fucked. Without a doubt it was the most erotic sight I have ever witnessed.

It took Sam only fifteen or so minutes to dump his first load in Lisa. I'm 
not at all sure if she was even totally conscious when he did. Milo brought 
his camera to the bedroom and had taken some great shots of Lisa getting her 
first ever black cock. After another ten or fifteen minutes, Sam unloaded 
his sperm in Lisa again and he rolled off and lay beside Lisa, his breathing 
labored.

"Her pussy is as good as yours," Sam said grinning at me. "Maybe a little 
tighter, but just as hot and wonderful." Lisa her eyes closed, smiled, her 
chest rising and falling.

"How do you feel?" I asked laying beside her.

"I'm not sure how to describe it," Lisa whispered. "I thing I feel somewhere 
between outstanding and fantastic. I've never..." she let her thought fade. 
Her pert, puffy nipple was only a few inches from my face. I wanted to take 
it in my mouth, but I couldn't. Not then. I was certain in my heart that 
some time soon we would touch intimately, but I just couldn't make myself do 
it right at that moment. The events that had already occurred were bizarre 
enough.

"You girls go shower," Milo said. "Wash each other and hurry back. There is 
a lot more fucking that needs to get done."

Whatever reluctance I had, Lisa didn't seem to have. In the huge shower she 
soaped and washed my breasts and whole body. Even my pussy. It would have 
been unusual if I had not returned the favor. There were three water jets in 
the stall. One over head and one on the right and left. The cascading water 
was bringing us back to life.

"Talk to me," I urged her as we stood in the hot steamy water. "How do you 
feel about all this?"

"I feel good," she said laying her head on my chest. "I see now why you do 
what you do. I don't think I've ever felt so alive...so vibrant...so 
satisfied. My pussy is still tingling from that huge black dick. Sam, is 
that his name? He's a master at sex, isn't he?"

"Yes he is," I agreed. "I guess here's where I say, you ain't seem nothin' 
yet. Let's get dried off and see what the boys are up to."

Both boys were up, if you'll pardon the pun. The fucking continued on for 
another couple of hours. ***

I woke up in small stages. I recognized the light first, and sound was next. 
I realized that I wasn't alone in bed. Someone was softly snoring beside me, 
and finally there was smell. I smelled the grand odor of coffee. I carefully 
eased the covers off and got out of bed. I got to the bathroom without 
waking Lisa or Lee as both Milo and Sam called her. I took a shower and went 
back into Milo's bedroom. I stood for a moment and gazed down at my sleeping 
daughter. Even though she didn't move, I knew the second she woke up. Her 
breathing changed.

"Come on sleepy-head," I said. "Move your lazy bones. I know you're not 
asleep."

"No, I'm still sleeping," she answered without opening her eyes. "You won't 
believe the dream I had either."

"I have to tell you, sugar, it weren't no dream."

"Boy, that's a relief," she said opening her eyes and smiling up at me. "I'm 
sure glad it wasn't a dream. Good morning, Mom."

"Good...Well, good noon," I corrected looking at the bedside clock. It was 
nearly noon. "You need to take a shower, sweetie. You smell like sweat and 
sperm."

"I can't imagine why," she said sitting on the edge of the bed. Lisa, I mean 
Lee, was coated with dried come. "Wow, what a night! I can't believe how 
many times I climaxed." She got up and stumbled toward the bathroom. Lee 
looked back at me. "I swear I came more last night than all the other times 
put together. It was like one giant, extended orgasm." She disappeared into 
the bathroom and I heard the water running.

"Are you ladies up yet?" Milo asked from the door. I informed him that we 
were up and that Lee was in the shower. "Good," he said. "Brunch will be 
here in a few minutes. Our Sunday brunch is being catered. How about that?" 
I asked him if Sam was still there and he told me that Sam had gone, but 
promised to see us later. "I invited him and a few others to a cook-out at 
your house tonight," Milo told me. "I hope that's okay." I assured him it 
was fine, and followed him to the kitchen. I was justifiably famished. ***

Milo took Lee and me home about two-thirty that afternoon. Lee and I had a 
little cleaning up to do before the cook-out. It only took us an hour to put 
things right, so we sat in the hot tub for a little while relaxing.

"Mom, do you agree with Milo?" Lee asked. I knew she was referring to a 
conversation that she and Milo had at brunch. Lee announced that she was 
thinking about getting her nipples pierced and Milo had reacted with alarm. 
He told her that her breasts were perfect in everyway and a delight to play 
with and suckle. He used the term 'gilding the lilies'.

That brought to mind Lilly. Lilly had two gold rings in her nips about the 
size of a quarter. Lilly also had her clit pierced with a gold stud. On 
Lilly the piercing looked good.

"I think I do," I answered Lee. "Milo is right. Your breasts are small, but 
perfect. They fit you."

"Do you ever think about getting your nipples pierced?"

"Yes, I thought about it," I answered. "I don't think I will, though."

"How about me getting breast implants?"

"Again I'll say your breasts are perfect, and nothing you can do will make 
them any better. I think it's a perception you have that big boobs are 
better. I'm here to testify that it ain't so. I've given some thought to 
getting mine reduced."

"Let me have what you don't want," she said laughing. "What about a tattoo? 
You have strong feelings about that?"

"None except I don't like the thought of living the rest of my life with 
something on my body. I like the concept of temporary tattoos so that you 
can change them as your mood changes. Are you thinking about a tattoo?"

"Yeah, maybe," Lees said. "After last night I'm thinking of having 'insert 
here' with an arrow pointing to my puss. What do you think about that?"

I laughed, "I can see some merit, but I doubt you'll need it. Most men have 
a vague notion where to put it. No regrets?" I asked. "About last night I 
mean."

"No, not about last night. It was great. I do regret not getting into the 
group sex thing before now. When was your first time?"

"I kinda eased into it," I said. I told her about a high school date where I 
ended up with two boys. I let one screw me while I sucked the other one off. 
Another time I jacked two boys off at the same time. "I was dating a guy in 
college," I told her. "He was into the group scene big time and I went along 
with it. A couple of times he set me up with his buddies. I discovered I 
like being with a lot of people for sex."

"You told me you had been with other women," Lee said. "What's that like?"

"It difficult to put into words," I said. "I told you, I like sex. Sex with 
a woman is fine in the right setting. I'll ask you the same question. How 
did it feel when Janie licked you?"

"Good," Lee said. "I liked it." She laughed. "Sometimes I wish I was limber 
enough to lick myself. Let's swim for a while." We got out of the hot tub 
and got into the pool.

"You know something?" she said later after we got out of the pool. "I liked 
it when we washed each other last night. I almost sucked your nipples."

"Why didn't you?"

"I don't know," she grinned. "There was already a lot of new things going 
on. I wasn't sure how you would feel about it, I guess." I knew there was a 
question being asked and I didn't know how to answer it.

"Come let's get out and get dressed. Company will be coming soon."

"So what's the plan tonight?" Lee asked throwing me a towel.

"I don't know," I answered honestly. "It's Milo's party."

"Do you do everything he tells you to do?"

"Just about," I answered. "So far he hasn't come up with anything I didn't 
like. He knows I'm not into pain. I suppose that would be the only thing I 
would refuse to do for him."

"What if he told you to eat my pussy. Would you do it? Never mind," she said 
"You don't have to answer that question." There it was right out in the 
open. I thought about it while I got dressed for the party.

A short while later Lisa, I mean Lee, came into my room. She was wearing 
white short shorts and a white tee shirt. Her puffy nipples plainly visible.

"See," I said cupping her breast gently in my hand. "This is one reason to 
keep your petit perky boobs. I can't go without a bra because I flop too 
much. You look hot and I would just look like I didn't have a clean bra to 
wear."

"Not so, Mom," she said. "You look hot no matter what you're wearing. About 
tonight, Can I assume there will be sex...you know fucking?"

"I think that would be a given," I said. "Milo said he invited Sam, Howie, 
Larry, Terry and Lilly, and I wouldn't be surprised if there were some 
others show up. I'm thinking orgy. Are you sure you're up to it?"

"I'm already wet," Lee said with a laugh. "Let the orgy begin." There was 
the sound of car doors slamming from outside.

"I think the guests are here," I said. We started down the stairs arm in 
arm. "Lisa," I said as we reached the living room. "about us...if it 
happens, it happens. You'll know if it seems right and so will I. Let's just 
go with the flow."

"Sure," she said, hugging me. "That was what I was thinking, too."

Milo and Sam came together. Larry was next and he was followed by Terry and 
Lilly. Lilly looked at Lee like a cat looks at a bird. Milo, complete with 
chief's hat and apron presided over the grill. Milo brought plenty of booze. 
Hard liquor, wine, and lots of beer, and no one was shy with the hooch.

After we ate, Lee was sitting between Lilly and Sam. Sam was stroking one of 
her thighs and Lilly the other one. She looked excited and a bit flushed. I 
had started over to chat when Howie pulled me down on his lap and grabbed my 
breast. Apparently the party was now really starting.

Howie got my shirt unbuttoned and my bra unhooked with one hand. With his 
other hand he pried my legs apart and was working his fingers in the leg of 
my shorts. I glanced over at Lee. Lilly had pushed her shirt up above her 
boobs and was sucking on one puffy nipple. Sam was sucking on the other. Lee 
had her eyes closed and was smiling with contentment.

"Let me help you," I said to Howie. I got up and slipped my shorts down and 
kicked them out of the way. I sat back down oh his lap and gave him free 
access to my pussy.

"Momma goina get fucked tonight," Howie said

"Uh-huh," I said. "Momma is hoping to."

"Momma and daughter both goina get a fuckin'" he said shoving two thick 
stubby fingers in me. Howie was a bit rougher than either Sam or Milo with 
his foreplay and fucking. There is something to say for both styles.

I looked over at Lee again. Sam had removed all of her clothes and she was 
sitting on his lap with her back to him, his cock was about half way in her. 
Lilly got between us kneeling down. I knew that Lee was going to get her 
pussy licked and fucked at the same time. For a moment I felt a surge of 
jealously, but it quickly passed. Before the night was over I would have my 
chance.

The group finally made it from the patio to the den. There the three of us 
Lilly, Lee and myself, took on all comers, so to speak. At one point I 
watched Lee getting double penetrated by Milo and Terry. It was a good thing 
I had no close neighbors or they surely would have heard Lee yelling, 
screaming and cursing. I didn't know my daughter even knew some of those 
words.

After the others left, Milo, Sam, Lee, and I soaked in the hot tub for a 
while. Four naked people and no sex. We were all caught up for a while. ***

"Mom, my pussy hurts" Lee complained. I would have been surprised if it 
hadn't. Lee had been the center of everybody's attention for several hours 
of nonstop, hard, sweaty fucking.

"Yes, I would imagine," I said. I was reading the paper with my morning 
coffee on the sunlight patio. "But look on the bright side. Now you can say 
you have attended an orgy. I just made the coffee if you want some." Lee was 
back out in a few minutes with the coffee pot in hand. She poured me some 
more and some for herself.

"Aside from a few aches and pains, how do you feel?" I asked her when she 
was seated.

"Actually not at all bad," She replied. "I was exaggerating when I said I 
hurt. More of a throbbing and tingling, I guess." She looked off a moment. 
"Now I'm really pissed that I didn't get in the fray with Chad and the 
French whore. Two women can have a lot of fun with a guy, can't they?"

"Yes, if one of the women would just as soon eat your pussy as hog the cock. 
I take it you like playing with Lilly and company?"

"Hell yes!" she said laughing. "I like everything about last night. I think 
you are wrong about cock size."

"How so?"

"I think big ones are better."

"Well, to each her own. I like big ones, too. My statement was I rather have 
a cock of any size that stays hard than a big cock that can't go the 
distance. Luckily, with Sam and Howie I have both. Terry is almost as good."

"Terry is rough," Lee said. "I'm not sure I like rough sex."

"Terry is a little bit rough," I agreed. "But what he does isn't really 
rough sex. He doesn't hit or bring the blood. Howie told me about a guy he 
knows who is a pimp and he whips his girls with a piece of fiberglass 
fishing pole. Now, dear one, that's rough."

"I wonder what it would be like to be a whore?" Lee mused.

"I guess it would mean that you give up your own particular wishes. You go 
where you are told and you fuck who your are told to fuck." Seeing her 
expression, I added "That's what I do isn't it?"

"You think you are a whore?" she demanded.

"No, I don't think that. I'm not a whore. There is no money changing hands. 
I don't do what I do because I have to. I do it because I want to. I'm a 
slut, not a whore."

"Seems like a very fine line," Lee said. I didn't comment, but I had to 
agree with her. It was a mighty fine line. One thing that separated me from 
the run-of-the-mill prostitutes was I like sex. I've read that a lot of 
prostitutes don't even like sex. If anything I consider myself a sex addict.

"I still think it would be cool to be a whore for a while," Lee said going 
back to her original thought. "Just think of all those men yearning to get 
to you, demanding your sexual services. Lusting after your body and willing 
to pay for the privilege of fucking you. Don't you think that would be 
cool?" I did think it would be cool. I also had given it some thought.

"If you are considering a life as a whore, I guess your pussy isn't as sore 
as you thought it was," I said smiling at her. "While you are think about 
it, you might want to think of having some pimp beat your butt with a 
fishing rod. What are your plans for this afternoon?"

"I called Janie and we're going out for a while. Movie and then to a club 
for a while. Want to go?"

"Thank you sweetie, but I'll pass. The club scene isn't my cup of tea. 
Besides, I think Sam and Howie are coming over for bit of afternoon delight 
while Milo is out of town."

"Where's Milo off to?"

"He's gone to Chicago to see some people. He didn't say what it was about. 
Milo is always a little mysterious about his affairs."

As planed Howie and Sam arrived and there was some afternoon delight. Both 
men were up to their usual extraordinary good job of fucking me. Howie 
seemed a tad bit off his game, but still good enough to write home about. 
Maybe not actually writing home unless your mother was as open minded as I 
was about Lee.

That's another strange thing, She had been Lisa since the day we brought her 
home from the hospital and now she was Lee. I suspect that on some level it 
was easier for me to adjust to her...our sexuality as Lee. I also suspect 
that the name change by Milo was intentional for that purpose.

The guys left shortly after three o'clock, but Howie came back less than 
half an hour later. I had just started out to the pool when I saw him drive 
up.

"Hey, Howie," I said opening the door for him to come in. "You didn't get 
enough yet?" I was teasing him and we both knew it.

"Never get enough of your fine pussy," He said. "Or that tight ass either. I 
was wondering if I could talk to you a few minutes."

"Sure, come on out to the patio," I said.

"I didn't want to say anything in front of Sam," Howie said. I could see 
that he was uncomfortable about something. "You know, him bein' tight with 
Milo and all."

"Okay, Howie," I said. "What's on your mind?"

"I was wonderin' if you would do me a favor." He paused but I wasn't about 
to charge into an open-ended promise. I was wondering if he was going to hit 
me up for money. I waited for him to continue. "I kinda got myself in a 
bind. I told some friends of mine about this good lookin' white woman and 
her fine young daughter that I was seein'" He paused again, shuffled his 
feet and looked at everything in the back yard except me. Howie cleared his 
throat loudly, "Ah, fuck it, I might as well lay it out for you. I told 
these guys about you and Lee, but they didn't believe me. One thing led to 
another and I made a bet with them. Toni, I let my tiger mouth over-load my 
hummin' bird ass. I bet them that you and Lee would put on a show for them."

"Show? What kind of show?"

"I bet them you and Lee would take on a couple of brothers while the others 
watched." Howie looked like he was about to start sweating blood.

"How much was the bet?" I asked.

"Fifty," he answered.

"Fifty dollars? That was what you bet?" Crap, I'd just give Howie the fifty 
dollars and his problem would be solved.

"No, Toni," he whispered so low I could barely hear him. "Fifty grand."

"My God, Howie," I said. "You bet fifty thousand dollars? What the hell were 
you thinking?"

"I guess I wasn't thinkin' as much as I was drinkin'" he said mournfully. "I 
was pretty drunk at the time. Anyway, I figured I'd ask Milo if he could set 
it up, but he took off out of town. Now I'm stuck payin' off a bet, and I 
ain't got the cash to do it. Can you help me out?"

Now there was a dilemma. I was sure that Milo would jump at the chance, but 
as Howie mentioned, Milo was out of pocket. He didn't say how long he would 
be gone.

"When is your deadline?" I asked Howie.

"Tonight," he said. "I kept hopin' Milo would get his ass back, but it don't 
look like he's goina make it in time to save my ass. That's why I came to 
you, Toni."

"Let's see if I have this straight," I said. "You want Lee and I to get it 
on with some strangers while a bunch more strangers watch. Is that it?"

"Yeah," he answered. "That's it in a nutshell. I'll pay you and Lee some 
real money if you'll help me out."

I didn't answer him for a few minutes. I was thinking hard. I was intrigued 
with the notion. The idea of fucking some strange black men in front of 
other black men was turning me on. I wasn't sure how Lee would feel about 
it, but in view of her conversation about wanting to be a prostitute she 
might be willing to go along with the hair brained scheme. Besides I liked 
Howie.

"Where is this supposed to take place?" I asked.

"I got a place downtown," Howie answered with a hesitant smile. "You and Lee 
will be safe, I can guarantee that. I'll have some muscle available, and 
that way nobody will dare hurt you."

"How many men will we have to fuck?"

"Just a few," he stammered excitedly I think Howie was beginning to see the 
light at the end of a long and dark tunnel. "Maybe a couple each. At least 
not more than three or four. Nothing you ain't done before. I'm sure Milo 
won't mind."

"Just for the record, Howie," I said. "Milo doesn't own me. I can go and do 
whatever I damn well please, when I please. Now, I'm willing to do it 
because you've been a good friend to me, but I can't speak for Lee. She 
should be home in a little...that may be her now." I head the front door 
close. "I'm out here," I called.

"Hi Mom," Lee said. She was followed by her old friend Janie Winters. "Hi 
Howie. I wondered who's car that was in the drive.

"Hi Mrs. Atkins," Janie said to me while looking at Howie. "I haven't seen 
you in a long time."

"I invited Janie home for a swim and a beer," Lee said. "That's okay isn't 
it? I told her we skinny-dipped here."

"Of course it is. How are you Janie?" I said. " Lee...ah Lisa, could you 
help me get the beer? Janie this is our friend Howie. You can go ahead and 
get in the pool. We'll be right back."

"What's up?" Lee asked when we got inside. I gave her a quick explanation of 
Howie's situation. "So, are we going to do it?" she asked.

"I told him I would help him out, but you would have to decide for yourself. 
He offered to pay for your service."

"Okay, I'm in," she said getting four bottles of beer out of the 
refrigerator. "Sounds like fun. I'll tell Janie so she can make other plans 
for tonight."

"What exactly are you going to tell Janie?" I inquired hurrying to catch up 
with her.

"I'll tell her that me and my mother are going to go fuck a bunch of men and 
that she and I will do something later on." She was out the patio door. She 
wasn't going to tell Janie that, I hoped. Outside, Janie was still standing 
and eying Howie like a bird watches a snake.

"Come on girl," Lee said throwing off her clothes as she went to the pool. 
"Time's wasting so get naked." If I had taken the bet I made with myself, I 
would have lost. I would have bet that Janie would not have stripped in 
front of Howie, but she did. Soon both girls were splashing and dunking each 
other while laughing and having fun.

"Looks good don't they?" Howie observed. "If there's one thing better than a 
naked white gal, it's two naked white gals." He glanced at me. "You think 
that new girl is lookin' to change her luck?"

"I don't know Howie," I answered watching them play in the pool. Janie had 
matured considerably since I saw her last. She had developed nice breasts 
which she seemed to enjoy displaying for Howie. 'I don't know' seemed to be 
my stock answer for things lately.

"What time is this...whatever it is, supposed to start?" I asked him. The 
two girls were huddled under the diving board resting from their exuberant 
display of energy.

"I'll come get you and Lee 'bout seven," Howie said eyeing the two girls.

"So who's the black dude?" Jamie asked Lee. Janie didn't know that even a 
whisper in that part of the pool was amplified. It was an anomaly we had 
discovered by accident one day. Something to do with the curvature of the 
pool and the water. Lee was aware of it and I wondered if she had led Janie 
there on purpose.

"Howie is a friend of Mom's," Lee answered. "Mine too, for that matter."

"By friend, do you mean what I think you mean?" Janie asked.

"Probably," Lee answered. "But I don't have any idea what you're thinking."

"You know exactly what I'm thinking. Are they getting it on with each 
other?"

"Oh sure," Lee said unperturbedly. "Howie and Sam, he's another friend, 
spent the afternoon here with Mom."

"Wow, that is so cool. I wonder if it's true what they say about black men."

"That they have a giant cock?" Lee asked laughing. "I can tell you that they 
have big ones, but I haven't seen any that I would classify as giant. They 
know how to use what they got, I can tell you that."

"You've had sex with blacks?' an astonished Janie demanded. "Shut up! You're 
lieing to me, Lisa Atkins!"

"No, I'm not," Lee countered with a laugh. "I've had a lot of black cock 
lately. I'm going to have some more tonight." Lee proceeded to tell Janie 
that we were planning on going to an orgy later.

"I don't believe you," Janie said.

"Ask my Mom," Lee said calmly. "She'll tell you it's the truth." She raised 
her voice even thought it wasn't necessary. "Hey Mom. Tell Janie we're going 
to get black fucked tonight by a bunch of black dudes."

"Okay," I called back. "That's the plan all right." I wasn't sure what Lee 
was doing, but I figured I'd go along with whatever it was.

"I still don't know if I believe you or not," Janie said to Lee in a quieter 
tone of voice. "Black men?"

"Yeah, black men," Lee confirmed. "Just think about it," she went on. "A 
bunch of them with yards of hard black dick just for us. Have you ever 
fucked a black man?" I could see Janie shake her head. "Nothing like it, 
girl. Makes you want to laugh at white boys and their dicks."

"I've though a lot about it," Janie said. "When I was dating Ronnie, he had 
a black buddy that felt me up once. I've wondered how it would be."

"You don't have to wonder," Janie said. "Howie is right over there and I'll 
bet his cock is hard just from seeing your tits. What to take him on?"

"I can't," Janie answered, glancing over her shoulder at Howie. "I have to 
get ready for work in a few minutes. Some of us have to work for a living 
you know."

"I think Lee has found a new girl for us to play with," Howie whispered to 
me. "That gal is lookin' to go black." He got up and adjusted his cock in 
his pants. "I got to go make a few arrangements. You let me know when that 
little gal is ready for some black meat. I'll see you 'bout seven." ***

It was nearly eight o'clock when we got to the place. The place had been an 
old theater in the round in by-gone days. The building was located in a 
predominantly black area of the city. The front was boarded up and we went 
in through the back. There was a raised platform in the center of the 
auditorium . The seating had been removed and replaced by an assortment of 
chairs, couches and whatnot. Apparently there had been other recent live 
performances there.

My legs were shaky and it didn't help that Lee was hanging onto me. 
Apparently she was as nervous as I was. I'm not at all sure I would have 
gone the rest of the way in if Howie hadn't pushed me on inside. In the dim 
lights I could see a sea of black faces, both men and women. There may have 
been some white people there, but I couldn't see any if there was.

Howie had briefed Lee and I on the way there. It didn't call for any great 
acting skills. Howie would introduce us to the spectators. Then Lee and I 
would disrobe and show our stuff, as Howie put it. We would be joined on the 
stage by some men and things would go from there. Someone, Howie, I 
presumed, had put two raised platforms with mattresses on the stage. Lee and 
I waited anxiously near the stage for the time to start. Several times I 
nearly ran from the place. From the expression on Lee's face she would have 
been right behind me if I had.

"Okay, girls," Howie said. "Show time." It was exactly eight-thirty. Lee and 
I followed him up the steps to the stage. I'm not at all sure how we summons 
up the nerve to make it to the top, but we made it.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Howie called loudly above the clamor of 
conversation. It was almost like he flipped a switch. The racket immediately 
died down and the place was still as a church. "I want to introduce you to 
the Slut Sisters, Toni and Lee." He paused and looked out over the crowd. 
Most of the audience was in one area and from the stage I could see that 
there was approximately a hundred or so people out there. "Nobody," Howie 
said loudly. "And dammit, I mean nobody better try to get up on the stage." 
He produced a large pistol from under his jacket. "If you try, me, or one of 
my men, will shoot your ass for you. You better fuckin' well believe me." I 
glanced around and could see five or six men also holding guns. I didn't 
know if I should be glad or not. Guns normally make me very nervous. I 
almost laughed out loud when I happen to see some men selling what looked 
like cans of beer. You have to love an entrepreneur. Suddenly there was 
music from some speakers below the stage. Loud thundering drum beat and the 
lights came on bright above the stage. It was indeed show time.

Lee went one way and I went the other, slowly striping as we moved to the 
throbbing beat of the drums. Lee and I hadn't practiced, but as luck would 
have it we both were down to panties and bra about the same time, and back 
in the center of the stage. Without having discussed it we finished 
disrobing each other. I removed Lee's skimpy bra and tossed it aside. She 
took my bra off and caressed my breasts after she had done so. Her gentle 
touch caused my already hard nipples to stiffen even more.

I knelt down in front of her and slowly rolled her thong down. Lee had 
shaved her pubic area except for a small strip of hair just above her pussy. 
Milo called it a landing strip. On impulse, after I had removed the thong, I 
kissed her tummy just above the landing strip. Lee spread her legs and 
hunched her hips out toward me. I could hear the buzz from the audience so I 
kissed her again below the landing strip. I stood and Lee knelt and removed 
my lacy thong. Now both of us were nude except for our heels and hose.

"Ohh, somebody is certainly hot and ready," Lee said to me, running her 
finger through my wet slit. I spread my legs to give her better access and 
she kissed my pussy. I was only a little shocked at her brazenness. We had 
come close a couple of times. When she stood we embraced and there was a 
loud applause from the crowd.

The music change beat and I was aware that we were not alone on the stage 
any longer. I turned to see a naked black man standing behind us. He was a 
large cruel looking man with a shaved head that gleamed in the bright light. 
His body was oiled and gleaming also. He looked at Lee and I like I imagine 
a snake looks at its prey. He was stroking a large thick cock.

The man walked slowly to Lee. He grabbed a handful of her hair and roughly 
pulled her head back. He kissed her hard. He turned her around and lifted 
her up, spreading her legs as he did. He effortlessly carried her to the 
edge of the stage and displayed her gaping private parts to the cheering 
crowd. He put Lee down, came to me and did the same thing. While the giant 
kissed me hard and deep, the hand that wasn't entangled in my hair, roughly 
mauled my breast and nipple. I heard my moan of pain and excitement as he 
did. While he carried me on display, I felt completely and totally exposed. 
I felt that I had no secrets from the watching men and women. He released me 
and placed my hand on his cock. It was hot and hard with his anticipation of 
what he was going to do. The man put his hand on my shoulders and pushed me 
downward. As I knelt in front of him I saw another man standing in front of 
Lee. The second man was almost a twin to the first one. I took his cock in 
my mouth and sucked him. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Lee 
was doing the same for the other man.

"Suck my balls, cunt," the man hissed at me. I did as he said. His balls 
were nearly as large as tennis balls and I had to stretch my mouth wide to 
get even one in. After orally servicing him for several minutes he suddenly 
turned and bent over. "Suck my ass, bitch, while you reach around and jack 
me off." I had never licked a man's ass before, but it didn't seem prudent 
to quibble right at that moment. I did as he commanded, and as I did I felt 
another set of hands on my breasts. Two more men had come on stage. All were 
big and apparently horny.

The first guy turned around and stuck his cock back in my mouth. The second 
guy lifted my hips and I could feel his cock probing at my soaking wet 
pussy. It didn't take but a few seconds and he was in me...all the way in 
and then he was hammering me hard. He was ramming me so hard I lost the cock 
in my mouth which was a good thing because I would have bitten him for sure.

Without withdrawing his cock, the guy maneuvered me to one of the raised 
mattresses and placed me on my knees on it. I caught a glimpse of Lee on the 
other mattress being serviced by her two studs. I could hear her screaming 
in delight as she was fucked hard. I could also her some of the audience 
yelling, too.

"Fuck that white cunt!" I heard some man call. "Slam that white bitch!" 
"Fuck that whore!" were some of the words I recognized. I heard a woman 
screaming out encouragement to the studs on the stage. Something to the 
effect that Lee and I needed to learn what fuckin' really was. I had news 
for that stupid bitch. We were learning what fucking was all about.

A little later the four men that started were joined by two others, and when 
some of the first fuckers got tired they were replaced. I have no idea how 
many men there was, but the fucking didn't stop, or even let up, for over 
four hours. I remember being displayed to the audience several times, as was 
Lee. The watchers seem to particularly enjoy seeing streams of black men's 
come gushing out of us. Lee and I were fucked in every imaginable way. On 
more than one occasion we were double fucked. The crowd went wild when they 
saw two big black cocks in my pussy at the same time. I went a little wild 
myself. Frankly I lost all sense of time and reality after the first two 
hours. Both Lee and I were victims of sensatory over-load and when Howie 
delivered us home we barely made it to our bed before we passed out 
completely. ***

I slept for over twelve straight hours, and I don't think I even rolled over 
once. I stumbled to the shower and took a long hot shower. It took a lot 
longer than it normally would because I was covered in caked-on sperm, 
sweat, and drool. After I washed the accumulation of bodily fluids off and 
out of me, I slipped on a light robe and went to check on Lee. She was still 
dead to the world, laying naked on top of her bed. I could see that she also 
was come incrusted. I made a mental note that both our bed linen and spreads 
would need to be washed.

An hour later I was still drinking coffee on the patio when Howie showed up. 
I got him a cup and we went back to the patio. He carried a plastic shopping 
bag with him.

"That was some show you gals put on," Howie said. "Fuckin' fine job."

"Thank you Howie," I said graciously. "It was for a good cause, and besides 
what else are friends for if not to help out their friends?"

"I be grateful for it, Toni," he said. Howie looked uncomfortable. "You 
saved my ass for sure. I got some money for you and..."

"I didn't do it for money, Howie," I interrupted.

"Oh sure I know that, but fair is fair. I figure with the ticket sales, the 
money the boys paid to fuck you and Lee, and concession, I'm up about ten 
grand after expenses. I brought you girls five grand. I'll keep what I won 
from the bet if that's all right."

"Howie, I don't want your money," I said. It dawned on me that there may 
have been a bet involved, but the show was primarily a commercial venture by 
Howie.

"Speak for yourself," Lee said coming out onto the patio. "I want it. I 
don't have a big ass nest egg like you do."

"Help yourself," I said. "You can have my part, too."

"Fine," Lee said. Her hair was still wet from the shower. "Give it here," 
she was holding out her hand to Howie.

"Sure," he said handing her the plastic bag. "There's more comin'"

"What do you mean, Howie?" I asked.

"I had them make a video of the show," Howie said. "Got a man who's going to 
make copies and distribute it nation wide. He thinks a double 
mother-daughter gang-bang will sell like hotcakes."

Whoa Nellie! That wasn't part of the deal. I wasn't sure how I felt about 
that. Did I want to be a porno queen? Would I...would we, be recognized? How 
was Milo going to take it? These questions and other raced through my mind. 
Lee, on the other hand, didn't seem concerned about any of that. All she 
wanted to know was how much was she going to make. The silly little twit 
didn't need money any more than I did, so I had to wonder what the hell she 
was thinking. I told Howie to hold off on the video until I had a chance to 
think about it more. Howie left us soon after that, promising to bring a 
rough copy of the video tape later.

I think Lee was somewhat miffed at me because I wanted to take it slow. I 
did agree not to make a decision until I had seen the video. Lee left a 
little while later to pick up Janie. They were going to the mall and coming 
by later for a swim.

I lethargically straightened up around the house for a while, ate a bite of 
lunch, and went back to the patio to relax. I was still tired from the 
previous nights debauchery. I dozed off while thinking about the show. It 
had been more intense then anything I had ever been involved in. I couldn't 
recall a single second that I didn't have at least one cock in me. They 
didn't offer any down time to recover or clean up. The audience came to see 
two white sluts get debased, and that's exactly what they got.

I was awaken sometime later by the sound of Lee and Janie laughing and 
splashing in the pool. Once again I envied them their youth and energy. I 
managed to get awake and alive enough to join them in the pool. All three of 
us were naked. The cool water revived me and soon I was splashing and 
ducking the girls.

"Is it true, Mrs. Atkins?" Janie asked me while we lay in the sun and 
rested. "About what Lisa said you did last night?"

"What did she tell you?" I asked glancing at a smiling Lee.

"She said you and her went to an orgy. That you both had sex with a bunch of 
niggers. Is that true?"

"I'm not comfortable with the term nigger, Janie," I said. "Let me suggest 
you use another word to identify black people."

"They sure used the word nigger a lot last night," Lee said. "Nigger cock, 
nigger dick, one even called me his nigger whore."

"I know," I acknowledged. "Howie calls himself a nigger sometimes, but I 
suspect they would take umbrage if we called them that." I thought about it 
a moment. "At least out of a sexual context." I was remembering that often 
the black men would demand I use the word. 'You love this nigger dick in 
your white cunt, don't you? Tell me how much you like my nigger cock in you, 
slut.' "I suppose it would be better to let them use the word first," I 
said.

"I'll bet none of them would mind if I went up to them and whispered that I 
wanted him to fuck me with his nigger cock," Lee said with a giggle. "But I 
get your point."

"So it's true, Mrs. Atkins?" Janie asked breathlessly. "You both had sex 
with ah, African-Americans?"

"Call me Toni," I said. I wasn't sure I wanted anyone outside my tight 
circle of friends and of course Lee, to know about my activities. I 
considered that it didn't make much difference now as Lee had obviously 
confided in Janie. "Yes, it true, Janie."

"Lisa said you and her were black cock sluts and that you got paid for 
...ah...having sex with them." Janie said. "That's absolutely wild."

"Yes, wild," I agreed. I wasn't sure how well Janie could keep a secret and 
it dawned on me that I needed to ensure that she would keep her mouth shut.

"I told Janie she could watch the video when Howie brought it," Lee said. 
"I'm anxious to see it too. Did he say what time he would bring it?"

"No, he just said later today. Are you working today Janie?"

"No...ah, er, Toni," the girl said. "I'm off tonight. I hate that job 
anyway. Can I ask you how much you got for...You know."

"Lee got five thousand," I said. "I'm holding on to my amateur status."

"Dollars?" Janie said. "Five thousand dollars just for having sex with 
nig...uh, black dudes? My God, I don't make that in six months of hard work! 
I want some of that action."

"It isn't easy money, Jane," Lee said. "It's hard work and...oh shit, I'm 
lieing," she giggled. "It's fucking, for pity sakes."

"How can I get some of that money?" Janie said. I saw Lee glance at me.

"It might be arranged," I said. "Are you sure you want to go down that road? 
Doing porno isn't something that can be undone, you know." I was thinking 
that it may be one way to keep her in the secret keeping business.

"I don't care," Janie said excitedly. "I want to do it."

"Okay, if you insist," I said. "How experienced are you? Sexually, I mean. 
This isn't something a amateur should attempt. My friends are usually 
gentle, but those guys last night were not. It was pretty rough in spots, 
wasn't it Lee?"

"Some of it was," Lee agreed. "They didn't beat us up or anything like that, 
but once they started there was no stopping them. That's for sure. Mom, 
Janie isn't a virgin. She's been around the block a few times, haven't you 
Jane?"

"Tommy Wilson took my cherry when we were in junior high," Janie said. "And 
I like sex a lot."

"Any group sex experience?" I inquired.

"I did the threesome bit a few times with my boy friend and his buddy, and 
once or twice with him and a girlfriend," she answered "Frankly. I think I 
may be bi-sexual. I like to play with girls sometimes." She glanced at Lee 
and I saw a look pass between them. I wondered if Lee had been honest with 
me about her girl-girl experience.

"No interracial sex?" I asked.

"No, unless you count Eddy Sing or whatever his name is. He's an East Indian 
kid I went to school with, and I only gave him a BJ. Since Lisa told me 
about you and your black lovers, I can't think of any thing else. I have to 
try a black dude."

"Can I show her your photos?" Lee asked. I nodded and she quickly left to 
get them. As they looked at the box of pictures I know I should have been 
burning with shame, but strangely I wasn't. I have come to grips with who I 
am.

"I can't believe the size of these guys," Janie said holding up a picture of 
me with Sam and Howie. Howie was in my ass and Sam in my pussy. "You sure 
look like you are enjoying it, Toni." I was indeed enjoying it. I remember 
when the picture was taken. It was the night that I managed to take Howie, 
Sam and Milo in me at the same time. They made me airtight, they said. "Are 
all blacks this big?" Janie asked.

"No, not at all," I assured her. "Some black men are as average as any man. 
Lee and I are lucky that most of the black men we know are well hung. How 
about anal sex, Janie? Ever tried that?"

"Sure," she answered looking at another photo. "I've had it up my ass a lot. 
Wow, I'll bet that felt good." She was looking at a photo of Lilly eating me 
while her husband fucked me. I assured her that it felt great. Nothing like 
dragging out the family photo album, huh? ***

Howie showed up about six o'clock with a case of beer and the video tape. 
Lee and Janie led the way to the den where the VCR and TV was located. The 
three of us had been naked all afternoon, but now we wore robes. Janie was 
still a little shy with her nudity.

"You all remember that this is just a raw copy. My man says he'll edit and 
polish it up and make it into quality tape and DVDs. I couldn't help but 
notice that Howie managed to get between Lee and Janie on the couch. I think 
Howie smelled fresh white pussy and he wanted to be close just in case.

The video was as hot as I remembered the real thing being. Whoever was 
working the camera did a good job. I've always hated it when the camera 
operator zoomed in and out fast or jerked the camera from one thing to 
another. This person was smooth as silk. It was so good I could almost smell 
the musky scent of sex.

Janie watched the screen with rapt attention. She wasn't aware that her robe 
had fallen open and her breasts were plainly visible. Howie was well aware 
of it and when he caught my eye, I nodded.

"You like what you see?" Howie asked Janie. She nodded without taking her 
eyes from the action. "How would like to have some black meat in your 
pussy?" He put his arm around her and pulled her a little closer to him. His 
other hand found her breast and he gently squeezed it. Janie moaned loudly. 
I could hear her heavy breathing over the racket the TV was making. Howie 
eased up and slid his pants down, exposing his thick hard cock. Janie wasn't 
aware of it until he took her hand and put it on his cock. She jumped and 
jerked her hand back as if she had touched a live wire. Howie put her hand 
back on his manhood. That time she didn't take her hand away. Instead she 
stroked his cock I knew Janie's first black sexing would not long in coming.

Howie didn't waste any time. He opened her robe and found her clit. He had 
no more than touched it when she started twitching and jerking. She stopped 
watching the TV and started looking at the big black man who was sucking her 
tit and fingering her clitoris. It was time for live action.

Lee got up to give them more room. She came and set beside me on the love 
seat.

"I'm betting you that Janie is going to get fucked," Lee whispered to me 
with a giggle.

"And I'm betting you are right," I whispered back. "You set this up didn't 
you?"

"A little," Lee answered. "It didn't take all that much. I was counting on 
Howie being horny."

"Not much risk of that not happening. He's always horny. Can Janie handle 
him?"

"Oh sure," Lee answered. "You know what I'd like to do? I'd like to be the 
one to put Howie's cock in her."

"Go do it," I encouraged. "I would wait too much longer if I were you." 
Howie was eating Janie's snatch and pulling on her nipples as he did.

Lee knelt down beside the passionate couple. "Hi," Lee said softly. "Having 
fun?"

Janie's eyes flew open and she smiled at Lee. "You bet I am. He's good."

"Are you ready to experience some black cock?" Lee asked. Janie nodded, 
closing her eyes again. "I'm going to put Howie's cock in you, Jane. Are you 
ready?" Again Janie nodded and smiled. Howie raised up and pushed Janie's 
legs apart and pulled her butt to the edge of the couch. Lee took a firm 
hold of his cock and jacked it to full hardness. She guided him to Janie's 
waiting pussy.

I moved over a little so that I could also witness his ebony cock going into 
her pink cunt. There would never again be a first black cock for Janie. This 
was it.

Lee used her fingers to open the fold of Janie's pussy and she used the head 
of Howie's cock to tease the girl. I could tell that both Howie and Janie 
were of no mind to wait any longer. When Lee released her grasp on his 
manhood, he shoved it in Janie, hard. All the way to his balls.

"Oh, God damn!" Janie screeched. "Fuck! Son if a bitch, you fuckin nigger. 
Oh my Godddd! Fuck me!" The harder Howie fucked her, the louder and more 
profane Janie got. She sobbed, cried, and screamed as he slammed in and out 
of her.

When Howie pulled out to reposition her, I thought she was going to attack 
him. When he finally managed to get her on her knees on the couch and begin 
to dog fuck her Janie's eyes rolled back in her head and she got very quite 
for a few minutes. She had passed out, but Howie didn't stop his thrusting 
and slamming in and out. Pretty soon she was vocal again.

"I'm going to fuck your ass," Howie growled.

"Yeah, do it you black son of a bitch! Fuck my ass," Janie said. "Ass fuck 
me, man!" Lee was holding her hand when Howie crammed his cock in her 
asshole. Pretty soon Lee and Janie were passionately kissing as Howie plowed 
into her ass.

Like a lot of people I enjoy watching a craftsman at his job. A carpenter, 
plumber, or bricklayer is a treat to watch. Howie was also a craftsman and I 
thoroughly take pleasure in watching him work, but I was feeling a little 
left out of things. I went closer to where Howie, Lee, and Janie were. I 
stroked Howie's balls while he fucked Janie's ass. I reached around and 
fondled her breasts, also.

This four person engagement proved what I had been saying all alone. One man 
didn't have enough cock for one woman let alone three. I noticed that Lee 
had shed her robe and now was as naked as Janie. She had abandoned Janie's 
lips and was leaning back on the couch and Janie had her face in Lee's 
crotch. I was tired of being left out and without giving it a lot of thought 
I stepped up onto the couch and opened my robe. I eased over and straddled 
Lee's face.

It was almost as if she had been waiting for me. She put her hands on my 
hips and pulled me closer and I left a shock of pure pleasure when her 
tongue found my clit. Lee was eating my pussy and it felt wonderful.

Before the night was over, Howie had sampled each pussy and each of us women 
had ate the others pussy. About eight o'clock good ol' Sam showed up and 
relived Howie of some of his chores.

Janie had been very vocal with Howie, but she doubled her yelling with Sam's 
larger cock. While Howie took a well deserved break, Sam got all of us into 
a daisy chain again. This time Janie was eating me, Lee eating Janie while 
Sam fucked Lee. I sucked Howie back to life as well as I could. It was hard 
to concentrate because Janie was a good cunt-lapper. Better even than Lilly 
was. I was convinced that we had a new and delightful player for our little 
group. I wondered how Milo would feel about the changes that had taken place 
in his absence.
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