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   title; Utterly faithful

   author; Ace [Storyace]

   story codes; interr Mf mF FF FFM orgy cons

   Other keywords; Oriental
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   Utterly faithful;

   I woke up this morning feeling wonderful.

   After changing the bedding, I treated myself to a long hot bath; when my
skin had become soft, I scrubbed myself carefully.  I'm not a teenager
anymore, I told myself.  I'm 25 years old, and I must take care to maintain
my skin.  I shaved the sparse hair from my legs, as well as the thicker
hair around my groin.

   I went to my appointment at the hairdresser.  It's taken time to become
accepted in this small Scottish town, but the girls at the hairdresser all
know me now, and we chatted away as they fixed my thick black hair into a
stylish wave.

   I went home to complete the cooking I started yesterday.  As the magic
time approached, I dressed myself carefully.  High-heeled shoes and net
stockings did much to improve me, since my legs are unfortunately rather
short.  I'd bought a new green dress that fitted me perfectly, but barely
covered me.

   Carefully, I applied makeup around my mouth and eyes.  I sprayed some
perfume on my neck.  I filed and varnished my fingernails into perfect
smooth ovals.

   And then I sat, and waited for my husband to arrive.

   For today was the day he returned from his work in the sea.  My husband
is the manager of an oil rig, and must spend two months at a time away from
home.

   I felt a flutter in my stomach as I saw his car approaching; as it
pulled into the drive, I could see his grizzled gray head, his smile of
anticipation.  His happy anticipation of returning to me.

   I ran out into the drive, not wanting to delay our reunion for another
minute.  His face lit with joy, he laughed and put his powerful arm around
my tiny waist, and he spun around, sweeping me from my feet as he kissed
me.

   The stresses and strains of my time alone slipped away from me in his
arms; it was so good to have my husband home with me again.



   I know what he wants when he returns.

   I have everything prepared for him; his favorite foods, videotapes of
all his favorite TV programs and sporting events.  The house is spotless,
and the garden immaculate.

   But all of that is for later.  Because the first thing he wants, is me.



   Effortlessly, he carried me inside, ignoring his small suitcase in the
car.  My arms around his neck, I kissed him and nuzzled him in happy
anticipation.



   I was a virgin when I met him, only 18 years old.  We met through a
marriage agency in my home country, Thailand.

   My father had arranged to marry me to a foreigner, so that he could
obtain the capital to buy a chicken farm.  I came from a small and very
poor family, my father and mother both had to work in the fields of others.


   When I was 14, it was clear that I would be an attractive girl.  My
parents realized that I could be the one to lift them from poverty.  My two
younger brothers could be educated, my parents could have a secure old age.
We were all very happy with the prospect.

   My father could've had much more money by selling me to a brothel in
Bangkok.  But my father is a good man, and would never do something so
despicable.  All my family's efforts went to educating me, sending me to
school to learn English, as well as how to dress and walk like a lady
instead of a peasant girl.

   Two months before my eighteenth birthday, I traveled with my father to
the nearby town, where foreigners often came to search for an oriental
bride.

   At 50, you might think that my husband was too old for me, but all the
men were his age or even older.  One man who wanted to marry me was 80
years old.  He was very rich, but confessed that his children would be
inheriting the bulk of his wealth.

   Arnold was the fourth man I was introduced to.  I liked him immediately,
he treated me very kindly.  He had calm friendly eyes, and didn't make any
fuss about the financial arrangements.

   A short man by European standards, he was still taller than I.  His
shoulders were frighteningly wide, but I trusted him somehow.  I was sure
he was a man who would never harm me.

   He showed me pictures of his house in Scotland, he told me of his work,
how he earned well and could retire in another 10 years.  He asked me if I
would like to marry him.

   I said yes.

   There was only one condition, he told me; one thing he wanted from me. I
must be faithful to him.  Utterly faithful.  He had been married once
before, but his wife had lied to him, and been unfaithful.

   I would, I promised him.  I would never lie to him, I would be faithful
to him.

   Sometimes, this promise has been difficult for me to keep; but so far,
I've always been faithful to my husband, I've never told him a lie.  I know
that that's very important to European people.



   I was terribly afraid on our wedding night.  We were in a hotel in
Thailand, since it would take several months to arrange my immigration to
Britain.  Some men had married girls there, lived with them for a month or
two, and then abandoned them.

   But Arnold was sincere; he wanted a wife who would be faithful to him,
and love him.  I resolved to be that wife.

   I knew what sex was; I had not experienced it, but I knew more or less
what to expect.  Fear and pain as the man has his way; but I must submit to
his whims, I was told.  No matter how terrible it was, it was the way of
things.  After some time, I would get used to it.  It was the price that
had to be paid for my new life, for the security of my parents and
brothers.

   I trembled with fear as I undressed for him the first time.  But Arnold
was a different kind of man; he merely held in his arms that night, the
whole might long.  He held me like a baby in his strong arms, until my
trembling subsided.  The massive bulk of him lay still, and made no move to
frighten me or hurt me.  He just stroked my head and back, and held my body
against himself.

   For five days, he abstained.  Until he had won my confidence, until I
was ready to submit to him without fear.  Only then did he take my
virginity.

   Gently, so very gently he made love with me.  He was experienced, he
knew so much more than I did.  I trusted him, I submitted to his desires
willingly.  I was sure he wouldn't hurt me.

   My faith was rewarded; for not only did he not hurt me, but he brought
the greatest pleasure I had ever known.

   I knew his lips by then; Arnold was a man who enjoyed kissing, and we
had done that together a lot.  But his lips went everywhere; my back, my
shoulders.  My breasts, my feet.  My buttocks, my thighs; and at last, to
my virgin flower.

   I was shocked by the feeling, at first.  It seemed too extreme, like a
bright color on a black and white landscape.  The intensity was
frightening, unlike anything I'd ever known.  Only my trust of him kept my
terror at bay as his tongue slid maddeningly up and down my lower lips.

   When he put his penis against me, I welcomed him into my body.  I knew
then that I didn't know anything; I wanted my new husband to give me the
knowledge I was missing.  I wanted him to take me, take my virginity. 
After all, he had paid for it; he had a right to it.  He was my husband and
master, and I longed to surrender to him.

   Nonetheless, there was some pain the first time.  And yet, even the pain
felt good; it was the pain of embracing my new life, of releasing my old
life.  It was the stripping away of my childhood, erasing my attachment to
my birthplace.

   And then, he was inside of me.  I could feel him inside me, the
sensation coming from a place in my body that I had never felt before.  A
place that had developed inside me for this purpose, but without my
knowledge.

   The unaccustomed sensations grew as he slowly moved within me, probing
me, poking my insides with his experienced alien organ.

   Everything was so new, everything so different to anything I'd ever
known before.  This man, this place.  The food we had eaten, even the water
we had drank.  But the sensation of sex was the most different of all.

   I had made myself have orgasms before; lovely little fantasies with my
finger.  But Arnold gave me my first real orgasm.  And when he did, when I
looked into his kind brown eyes as those waves crossed me, I knew
everything would be all right.  I knew I could love him.



   Whenever we've been apart for some time, the passion we experience at
our reunion is nearly as intense as that first experience; Arnold threw me
on our bed, and threw himself on top of me.  We kissed and grappled with
each other, before taking off our clothes.  Arnold is a large and strong
man, huge compared with me.  But I love the feel of his flesh against me,
the heat of his passion and the friendly stiffness of his penis.

   I went down on him, as he taught me.  I licked his length, and rolled it
across my cheeks as I smiled at him.

   He massaged my feet, knowing how it pleases me; he licked my clitoris,
knowing how it makes me wild.

   He climbed between my thighs and penetrated me, until we both exploded
in pleasure, the fluids of his massive white body pumping madly into my
little oriental frame.



   I served him his dinner, massaged his shoulders, and sat close to him as
he watched a game on television.  It was a wonderful blissful time.

   At last, we returned to our bed.

   "Do you have a story for me, darling?" He asked as he turned off the
light.

   I nuzzled close to him, and he put his arm around me and caressed me.  I
rested my head on his strong shoulder, and stroked his soft penis.

   "Yes." I said simply.

   Arnold loves stories.



   "I've been having an affair with a young black man.  Well, a boy
actually.  He's only 16."

   In my hand, my husband's flaccid penis bulged slightly.

   "Go on." He prompted.

   "It started when I ordered pizza one evening.  I'd been studying, and
I'd forgotten to cook for myself.

   "The boy was frighteningly lovely.  His skin so healthy and smooth, yet
so black.  He had a strange accent, I could barely understand him.  I asked
him to come inside while I searched for money.

   "In the light, I could better see his figure.  He was very lean, his
stomach as flat as a board.  I thought to myself that it would make a very
nice story to tell you if I could seduce him; but at the same time, the
idea was very frightening.  In my culture, we are taught that black people
are very barbaric, and the worst thing a woman could ever do was to have
relations with one.

   "I stood very close to him as I counted the money into his dark palm.  I
wondered what I would feel were those fingers to caress me.  His face was
so fresh and unspoiled, his teeth were so white and even.  He was lovely,
even though he was so black!

   "I was standing only six inches from him, and I looked up into his clear
dark eyes; he was nervous, and very excited.  In a strange woman's house,
alone with her.  Here in the west we pretend that's no big thing, yet we
know in our hearts that it is.  In Thailand, a man does not enter a woman's
house when her husband is out.  Unless he's her lover.

   "I asked him how late he worked.  Until 10:30, he told me.  I asked him
if he could come back when he was through.  I told him I would like to make
him a cup of tea.

   "It was wonderful how my little flirtation made him so agitated.  I was
sure he was a virgin; that somehow made me feel better about going ahead
with it.

   "I heard his moped pull up at 10:35.  He was eager boy, I thought.  I
had put on some makeup by then, and brushed out my hair.  I opened the door
for him, and as he stepped inside, I put my arms around him and held my
body against his."

   My husband's penis was now fully erect.  I massaged it lovingly as I
continued.

   "He was wonderfully strong, not like you are; in a different way, he was
strong.  Like a healthy boy, instead of a mature man.  His penis was stiff
in his trousers, I could feel it against my thigh.

   "Right there, just inside our front door, I began to kiss him.  He was
so wonderful and smooth, and his bum was tight and round.  His young arms
held me tightly, crushing me against himself as he kissed me eagerly.

   His excitement was contagious, I felt swept up by his happy energy.

   We didn't say anything, the first time we were together, neither of us
said more than a few words the whole time.  We were both nervous, but we
knew what we wanted.  I wanted to take his virginity, to show him the
beauty of sex.  I wanted his fresh young body.  And he wanted the same from
me.

   "Despite how nervous he was, and despite the fact he had no experience
at all, he was not a bad lover.  He kissed me gently, he stroked my neck
and shoulders.  He held me tightly, his strong hand in the small of my
back; he ran his fingers over my bum, and then he pulled up my skirt, and
ran his fingers over my naked ass.

   "I broke away from him, to remove my clothing.  I took off everything,
so I was completely naked.  I smiled at him, and approached him again; this
was very exciting for me, since I had never been the elder party in a
relationship before.  I ran my fingers up his torso with my thumbs hooked
into his T-shirt, pulling it over his dark head.

   "He had strange hair that's in fashion with the black people these days,
like thick spaghettis.  But his body more than made up for it; he didn't
have an ounce of fat on him.  The muscles of his stomach and chest were
clearly visible through his thin black skin.  His breathing was short and
heavy, and his eyes were wide as he looked at my exposed body.  Of course
by then he knew it was really happening, he was about to know a woman for
the first time.

   "Still standing in the hall, I unbuckled his trousers, and reached
inside.  His young penis was hot, hard, and quite large.  I kissed him, my
naked breasts against his, my pale flesh against his dark flesh, my lips
against his young lips, my tongue reaching into his mouth slightly.

   "I led him in here, to our bed.  He sat on the edge as I removed his
shoes, and then his trousers and underwear.  I knelt at his feet, between
his long dark legs.  His penis was wonderful; dark, black, young, and
untried.

   "I stroked it in my hands, as the two of us became even more aroused.  I
played with his smooth young balls.  I found the urge irresistible, and I
went down on him.  It felt so good in my mouth, the black cock of the boy.
He shook all over as I sucked him, and then he grabbed and held my head in
his hands as he came in my mouth.

   "He had much more than you do; it kept flowing and flowing, until I
thought there was too much for me.  But I managed to swallow in between,
and so it was all right.  It tasted wonderful, different and yet the same
as I'd had before.

   "I was surprised that he didn't get soft; it stayed just as big and
potent.  I got into bed on my back, and he climbed on top of me.  I spread
my legs, and I held his big black penis in my hand, I held it against
myself as he pushed it inside my body."



   I had to stop my story while I sucked on my husband's penis.  He likes
that so much.

   I lay between his thick powerful legs and stroked him with my hands
again so I could continue;



   "It felt very good as it entered me; I was very wet by then, itchy with
anticipation, and it seemed so good to be filled by him.

   His heavy ropes of hair fell in my face, but his tight young body on top
of me was wonderful.

   By instinct, he mostly knew what to do, but I told him to lift upward a
bit so his big cock would rub my clitoris as he did it.

   "The boy fucked and fucked me; he was incredible.  I must admit, I never
expected such endurance."

   "You came?" my husband asked, speaking for the first time since the
story began.

   "Yes, of course.  Many times that night; the boy did it to me for almost
an hour."

   "An hour?  Not very realistic.  I don't think anyone can really do it
for an hour."

   "But he did, darling, he did!" I squealed, "He was just sixteen, and
black, and he fucked me for an hour without stopping, and I came six
times!"

   My husband threw me onto my back at that point, and put his rejuvenated
penis where we both like it best.

   He held me helplessly in his powerful arms, and pounded me to
satisfaction.



   I gave him breakfast in bed the next morning; as he finished, he asked
me to continue the story.



   "Well, the pizza boy came over several times a week after that.  He
always came late, and left again before dawn, so no one would see.  I told
him he could see me as often as he liked, until your time to come home, but
that it would be over after that.  And of course no one should ever see or
know."

   "I thought you would like to see him again after I return to the rig."

   "He is just too young!  He has too much energy for me.  I had no
strength left for Laura and Dillon, and I'd promised them I'd spend another
night with them.  And I had also wanted to get together with the old man
from the pharmacy, remember?  You were looking forward to that story, too.

   "Anyway, I knew it was only for a few weeks, and I wanted to teach him
everything, as well as have some more to tell you about.

   "We took baths together.  It was funny, since he was always hard, and
his cock would stick up out of the water.  I taught him to lick me, even my
asshole.  We did it in different positions, almost every one from the book!
He is very flexible.  But mainly, he would just do it to me straight.  All
those other ways are fun to try, but they don't really work very well.

   I always sucked him off first, since if he came inside me too soon it
was a bit icky afterwards when he would keep going."

   Once more, my husband was ready for action; he needed no more.

   He did it to me again, delighting me for the third time since he'd
arrived, less than 24 hours earlier.

   "Black cock." I whispered in his ear as he pumped me, "Big young black
cock!" until he came.



   "You would never really be unfaithful to me, would you?" he asked me
afterwards, as our passions cooled.

   "Of course not." I reassured him, kissing him one last time before
rising to start preparing lunch.

   Often, I do the most outrageous things, just so I'll be able to amuse my
husband with the story when he returns.  I admit though, that I frequently
enjoy it.

   Sometimes, I'm tempted to just make the stories up, but I promised my
husband I'd never lie or cheat.  He would be so disappointed if I did, and
he found out.  Faithfulness is so important to him.



   Ace, 2006



   Appendix 1; the first story, with another woman

   After our marriage, we spent some time touring my country.  Then, when
the paper work was ready and I had a passport, we spent a month traveling
in Europe.

   It was very beautiful, but I was afraid for the costs; my husband worked
very hard for his money, and I hated to think he was spilling so much of it
just to impress me.

   But he assured me it was his own pleasure as much as mine, he had always
wanted a honeymoon like that.

   I was overwhelmed with the splendor of the cities we visited, but happy
to be alone with Arnold in the evenings.  I loved to just hold his hand and
talk with him, but I loved it even more when he would hold me naked in his
thick arms and love me as a man loves a woman.  I adored the feeling of
being in his power, his little doll as he called me.  I loved to feel his
thick European organ inside my body, overwhelming me with its wonderful
power, flooding me with his seed every night.



   Real life was a relief; at last, we went to the small town where my new
home was waiting for me.  Three days later, Arnold drove off to the company
helicopter that would fly him to his rig.

   I was alone in a strange place full of strangers.  It was quiet and
calm, though.

   There were many oil families there.  But I felt immediately that the
other wives didn't like me; I was very young compared to them.  They were
all fat and white, and had children to keep them busy.

   Except for Laura.

   She was the wife of Arnold's good friend Dillon, and only 27 years old.
Although 9 years older than me, she seemed like a child compared to the
other women, more because of her attitude than her age.

   She looked like them, but she told me that she was also a foreigner
here, she was from Ireland.

   We were soon best friends, and were always together when our husbands
were away on the rigs.



   My husband had been home again twice, so that would be 5 or 6 months
later, when Laura asked me if I'd like to come to Edinburgh with her.

   I phoned Arnold to ask his permission.

   "Sure, baby.  You go and have fun."

   "We'll be spending a night or two there."

   "Don't be nervous, sweetheart.  Laura will take care of you.  Buy some
nice things for yourself, and when I get home you'll have some nice stories
for me of your adventures in the city."

   It was a six hour drive to the big city, and I didn't yet have a
license, so Laura had to do all the driving.  We arrived in the late
afternoon quite exhausted, and checked into a little hotel.

   We went out shopping; it was great fun with Laura.  She insisted I try
on things that I never would have dared to had I been alone.

   "When Arnold comes home and sees you in THAT, he'll go completely wild
for you." She told me.  The sales lady smiled in agreement; it was
expensive, but the dress felt so wonderful, the way I looked in it thrilled
even me.

   It was the first of a string of purchases.  We bought sexy underthings
and shoes, too, before going back to our hotel.

   In the privacy of our little room, we dressed up for each other,
fantasizing of how our men would adore us.  I felt a warm happy glow, I
felt so comfortable with my friend.

   "Let's go out to a club." Laura suggested.

   "Oh no, Laura; I couldn't go in one of those places without Arnold. 
What would people think?"

   "I saw a place where they don't allow men." She said.

   "No men?  Only women?"

   "That's right!  Come on, it will be fun."

   So off we went, in our fine new outfits.



   Indeed, there were no men there, but some of the women were almost men
the way they were dressed.  Everyone was very friendly, as Laura and I
danced amongst them.

   I would never have felt so open and relaxed in a place where strange men
might have been lurking, and I thought it was a wonderful idea to have a
place like that where women like us could have fun in safety.

   But slowly, the nature of the place was revealed; there were women
kissing and holding each other, and women who smiled at me too often for
too long.

   "Well of course, Lek, what did you think?" Laura laughed.  "Does it
frighten you?"

   "No." I answered.

   "Does it excite you?"

   "I don't know."

   "You don't know?  Maybe you would like to be with a woman."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Imagine; that woman over there, the one smiling at us.  She's good
looking, don't you think?"

   "Yes."

   "Imaging she took you in her arms, and kissed you.  Just imagine it; her
lips are soft, and your body is hot in her arms.  Ok, now do you feel
excited, or repulsed?"

   "I...  I'm not sure" I said, truthfully.

   Laura laughed.  She had a beautiful laugh; like the ringing of bells.

   Later, in our hotel room, I couldn't help but notice her body when she
removed her clothes.  She had a lovely Caucasian kind of body, with large
breasts and milky skin.  She has long tangled orange hair.  She smiled at
me, and I was embarrassed that she had seen me looking at her.  She took
her shower first.

   Afterwards, as I was washing myself in the hot water, I couldn't help
but imagine what it would be like to kiss my friend.  Was it exciting, or
repulsive?  I couldn't decide.  I didn't know.

   As I stepped out of the bathroom, my big friend put her arms around me
suddenly, and kissed me powerfully.

   I was quite overcome with shock; I just stood still as her hands held me
tight, and her tongue darted briefly into my mouth.

   She released me.

   "Well?" She asked; then she smiled.  "Why, you are excited!  It was
nice, wasn't it?  Come over here, let's try it again."

   "What would Arnold say?" I asked nervously.  I didn't want my friend to
feel rejected, but I didn't think I should be kissing her.  I was a married
woman.

   "If you tell him that you were kissing me, he'd probably go wild with
desire, sweet thing.  My God, you're so lovely; I'm sorry Lek, I think I
shouldn't have had that last glass of wine."

   Her hand was on my face, her touch light and sensitive; Laura has hazel
eyes, such very beautiful eyes.  Her lips are full, so sensuous.  She
kissed me again.  And again.  And again.

   I surrendered myself to her; she was my friend, she'd done so much to
make me feel accepted in this alien land.  It seemed so small a thing to
humor her in her desires.

   Naked, we lay together.  The sensations of her body were wonderful
against me.  She touched me as no one had ever touched me before, stroking
my flower lightly, and then more insistently.  I touched her in return;
late into the night, we kissed and held each other, stroking each other in
our secret bed, far from home.

   I could no longer deny my own excitement; Yes!  I wanted her, I wanted
my friend to keep touching me that way, to kiss me and hold me so tenderly
and sweetly, like I'd never been touched before.

   At last, there seemed no other course of action; she lowered her lovely
face between my legs, kissing and licking me until the hot rush of pleasure
washed across me.

   She leaned back, and spread her pale legs wide; she was orange there,
too, her short tangerine curls surrounding her waiting pink sex.  I moved
forward slowly; I didn't want to, and yet at the same time I did.  I
lowered my face down between her thighs, and tasted her.

   She was sweet, not unpleasant at all; she stiffened in pleasure, and as
the minutes passed, I got more and more involved with this new kind of
love. I licked her hard and soft, I sucked on her clitoris.  She gripped my
head in her hands as she cried in wonderful climax.



   A few days later, from the privacy of our home, I called Arnold.  Laura
had made me promise I wouldn't tell him, but my loyalty must be first and
foremost to my husband.

   "I must tell you a story." I told him.

   "What kind of story?"

   "What I did with Laura in the city." I told him.

   So I told him everything.  The nights we had spent together, how we had
danced together and with other women.

   "That was a wonderful story." He said after a brief silence.  "It was
just a story?"

   "Yes." I told him.

   "It's gotten me very excited.  I can't wait to get back to you, Lek."

   "You enjoyed this story?" I asked him, relieved that what Laura had told
me was true.

   "Oh yes.  You can tell me more like that when I get home."

   I laughed with relief; I was so afraid he would be angry with me.  I
immediately went over to see Laura.

   It was so good to be with her; I was alone in my house without Arnold,
but with Laura I could relax.  She was such a good friend, and now she
could be even more.

   We talked and laughed together, we fixed each other's hair.  We sat
together in our underwear, filing our toenails and talking about our
husbands.

   We looked into each other's eyes, and found comfort there.  We held
hands, and kissed.

   Now that I had my husband's permission, I felt so happy with what we
were doing.  It was warm and friendly, somehow innocent and pure.  Our
husbands were good friends, they were both away at their work.  It was
right that we should love and comfort each other.

   It was right that I should lie back and spread my legs, relaxing in the
warm heat of my friend's attentions, watching her green eyes staring out
from her halo of tangled orange hair, looking at me over my belly as she
licked me until I screamed.  It was right that we should enjoy pleasing
each other, keeping ourselves clean and unspoiled for our husbands.



   Of course, it couldn't compare with making love to Arnold.  When Arnold
takes me, I'm like a leaf and the wind, helplessly swept up by his
strength. And of course, he can penetrate me with his manly part, and
inject me with his lovely creamy fluid.

   The next time he was home, we made love as soon as he arrived.  And
after I told him the story again of being with his friend's wife, he did it
with me again.  He asked me for details, and it made him crazy to hear
them.

   Finally, our time together was near an end, and he had to return to the
rig.

   "When I come back, you'll have some more stories for me?"

   "If you want." I said.

   "How about...  you and Laura and Dillon."

   "Three together?" I asked him, trying not to show my shock.

   "Sure.  It's just a story."



   Naturally, I knew I must obey my husband.  If he wanted me to entertain
his friend as well as Laura, then I would.

   But I knew I couldn't tell Laura that it was Arnold's idea, or that
Arnold even knew what we were doing.





   The day after Arnold left for work, I went to see my friend.

   We talked about sex, love, and our husbands.

   "I've never been with anyone but Arnold." I told her.

   "Really?  That's so sweet!"

   "What about you?  Did you know other men?"

   "Oh sure, lots." Realizing what she'd just said, she blushed [I find
that so funny in white people], and we both laughed.

   "Tell me about some." I said.

   Laura told me some stories of her own; boyfriends and lovers, places
she'd been with them.  She told me that she'd once had sex with two men at
once, room boys in a hotel in India; while her boyfriend was out.

   "Two men at once!" I said, "How did it work?"

   Laughing, she told me the details; it made me a bit uncomfortable and
damp between my legs.  It seemed to affect Laura the same way, so we
undressed and comforted each other.



   "That was nice." Laura said afterwards.

   "I liked it, too." I said.  "What's it like with Dillon?  Does he please
you?"

   Naked in each other's arms, there were no secrets between us.  Her pale
smooth skin was warm and comfortable against me as she told me about her
intimate relations with her husband.  We agreed on the happy feeling we got
when our husbands mounted us, the joyous sensation of being penetrated by
the men we loved.

   "Dillon will be back in a week, but I won't see Arnold for much longer."
I said.  "Then you will be with him, and I will be alone."

   "We can still get together while Dillon is here." Laura said, kissing
me.



   And indeed, we did.  We made love in their bedroom while Dillon was
downstairs watching football.

   "What if he comes in?  What would he say if he found us like this?" I
asked my friend as we rolled around her bed together.

   "He would never come upstairs in the middle of a football game." She
laughed.

   "If he did, would you share him with me?" I asked her.

   She looked at me wide-eyed; "why Lek, I had no idea you were like that."

   Later, I was licking her between her legs.  I thought I tasted something
different there.

   "Laura, did you have sex with Dillon this morning?"

   "Oh God, I'm so sorry.  Can you taste it?  I took a shower afterwards."

   "It tastes nice." I told her, unable to keep the smile from my face.

   It made her quite crazy to know that I could taste her husbands
ejaculate in her.  I found it quite exciting as well.

   "Do you think it tastes different when it's fresh?" I asked her when I
had satisfied her.

   "I bet you'd love to know." She answered, stroking my breasts.

   "Yes." I said.  "If you'll let me."

   She looked into my eyes with her open generous face still aglow.  She
couldn't refuse me.



   We got dressed in some of the transparent nightclothes we'd bought in
Edinburgh.  I was so nervous, I could barely walk; but it was very exciting
as well.  We brushed our hair, and freshened our makeup.  Then Laura took
my hand, and led me downstairs to her husband.

   "What do you think, sweetheart?" She asked him, as we both turned
around, displaying ourselves to him.

   We both started to giggle, since Dillon couldn't seem to find anything
to say.  He just stared at us both, his football game forgotten.

   "Lek was telling me how lonely she gets when Arnold's away." My friend
said to her husband, kneeling on the sofa next to him and putting her arms
around his neck.  "So I told her I'd share you with her."

   We both waited for the man's reaction.  I could see he was torn between
his sexual desire and his morality.

   I came close to him, and sat on his other side.  I stroked his face with
my fingers, and looked into his eyes.

   What a sweet man, I thought, to resist so gallantly.  I kissed his face,
and then bit his ear.  He smelled nice, he was strong like Arnold, yet
young.

   He was about 35 years old, so he was still much older then I was; but he
was so much younger than my husband, he seemed like a child by comparison.

   Of course he couldn't resist us; I don't think any man could.



   Upstairs in the couple's bedroom, Laura and I laughed at her husband's
stunned silence as we undressed him.

   I had been quite hesitant to instigate this, but now that it was
happening so easily and naturally, I felt it must be all right, and I was
enjoying the excitement of it all.

   Dillon lay down in bed naked, his hard penis against his stomach as his
wife and I took turns kissing him and stroking him.

   I put my hand on his organ, feeling a little thrill run through me as I
felt his firm heat.  It was so naughty, yet there was nothing to be ashamed
of; everyone was in agreement, everyone wanted this.

   I had been brought up to be faithful to one man, and that man was my
husband.  I guess every person must have other desires sometimes, but I
knew that I was very lucky to be able to fulfill mine without cheating on
Arnold.

   Dillon's hand stroked my head as we kissed and I fondled him; he held my
little body against his own, so my firm little breasts were squeezed flat
against his broad chest as his tongue pushed into my mouth.

   It was very strange and exciting to hold his hot hard penis like that,
to kiss him as a lover.  I had known him for some time, Arnold and I had
shared many a meal with Dillon and Laura.

   My husband had known other women before our marriage, but I had known no
other man before this; it was good somehow, something I needed to know, an
experience that would increase my worth.

   I sucked his cock, as Arnold had taught me.  I enjoyed the feeling of
it, the sensitive part of him against my tongue and lips, his sweaty manly
taste.  My heart fluttered with excitement as I did it, I wallowed in the
glory of his cock in my mouth, so different and yet so similar to my
Arnold's.

   Laura stopped me before he ejaculated.  She said she wanted to watch him
do it to me.

   I didn't quite understand that; I wouldn't want to see my man with
another woman, and I was a bit concerned that Laura would want to have
Arnold in return at some point.

   Still, I couldn't refuse; they were my good friends, and they both
wanted it done.  And yes, the idea did appeal to me, as well.

   I spread my legs for him, and he entered me carefully.  Dillon was a
sweet and considerate man, and I found myself thinking that if I had to let
a man other than my husband inside my body, I was glad that it was Dillon.

   He looked at me in a strange way as he slid deeper into my body; it was
a strange thing we were doing, after all.  It felt good; his hard young
cock deeply in my passage, his smooth lean body on top of me, his hands
behind my shoulders, his lips on my lips and his tongue in my mouth.  He
began to move.

   He was strong and vigorous, and his rhythm was faster than Arnold's; his
cock was long and hard, and Laura was there too, holding my head against
her breast as she stroked my face.

   It was very intense; I hadn't expected it to be so very pleasurable.  I
was sandwiched between my friends as we all made love, Dillon's cock
pounding me eagerly as Laura's gentle hands caressed me.

   Soon, I began to climax, harder than I had with Laura, harder than even
with Arnold.  Dillon pulled out of me suddenly, unable to proceed without
ejaculating; Laura quickly filled the empty space with her hot little
tongue, and then Dillon entered me again for another minute of mad joy.

   "Is it ok?" he asked.

   "Yes, it's wonderful." I told him, not understanding what he was really
asking.

   Then he stiffened and I felt his seed begin pumping into me.  I was
frightened by that, suddenly realizing that I should take precautions
against men other than my husband impregnating me.

   Because there would be other men; somehow, I knew that this was just the
beginning.

   The realization frightened me, yet thrilled me.



   Appendix 2; with a much older man;

   I went down to our local drugstore.  I bought some nail varnish, some
condoms, and a few other things.

   I noticed the man who owned the store eyeing me; at first I thought he
was worried I would steal something, but then I decided that he was just
enjoying the view.

   That was really very naughty, I thought; he looked too old for such
things.  At least 60, maybe 70; I find it hard to tell the age of European
people.

   I was wearing a summer dress that was cut little bit low on top and
little bit high on the bottom.  He seemed like a nice old man; I wondered
what pleasures were left to him at his age.

   Impulsively, I bent over to look at something on a lower shelf; I knew
that my short skirt would reveal the bottom of my buttocks.  It cost me
nothing, I thought to myself.

   "Will that be all Mrs.  Harper?" He asked as I brought my purchases to
the counter.

   "You know who I am?" I asked him in surprise.

   "It's a small town Mrs.  Harper; of course I know."

   I suddenly realized that I should have gone farther afield to buy my
condoms.  I hoped he didn't notice that I had taken several of each size.

   I realized that he was staring at me; he had pale skin, blue eyes, and
sparse gray hair.  He was thin and tall.

   "Yes." I said, suddenly remembering that he had asked me a question.

   "Your husband has just gone out to the rigs for a month or two?" He
asked as he slowly dropped the condoms into a paper bag.

   "Yes, that's right." I said nervously.

   "Well, you can always call on me if you need anything." He said, staring
straight into my eyes.

   What a naughty old fellow, I thought to myself.



   When I told the story to Arnold, he wanted there to be more.

   "But that's all there is to the story." I told him.

   "Well, it's a good beginning;" he said, "next time when I get back, you
can tell me the rest."

   "You mean you'd want to hear about me and the old man?" I asked him
doubtfully.

   "I think it would be hot." He said.

   "Okay." I told him.  I'll do anything for my husband, I thought; if he
wanted me to sleep with the pharmacist, I would even do that.



   "You seem to know much about me, but I know nothing about you." I said
to the pharmacist the following week.

   "What would you like to know?" He asked me with a smile.

   "Are you married?  Do you have children?"

   I didn't think I could really go through this; he was just too old!  He
was thin and dried up, he had no color at all.

   "I was married, but my wife died some years back.  We had a few kids,
but they moved to the city."

   He had a thick regional accent, and I could barely follow his speech
even though I had lived in the area for some time.

   "So you're all alone here.  Like I am." I said.

   "Well, you know your husband is coming back at some point." He said.

   His eyes were nice, I told myself; still clear and healthy even though
the rest of him wasn't.

   "But it's so long he's away each time." I said; "I get very lonely,
especially at night."

   "I know what you're talking about." He said, "So do I.  Especially at
night."

   There was silence in the shop, as we stared at each other.

   "Why don't you come over and watch a video with me this evening?" He
asked nervously.

   I couldn't believe it was so easy.  "That would be nice." I said.



   He seemed very hesitant and unsure of himself for someone with so much
experience.  I sat next to him on the couch, and we watched the film
together.  He didn't touch me at all for the first hour.

   But I knew he wanted to; I knew he wanted it very much.  I simply
waited.

   I was wearing one of my favorite dresses, it buttoned up to my neck but
fitted me very closely, and only came down to my mid thigh.  My hair was
lustrously brushed, and I had been careful with my makeup.  I'd used some
perfume, as well.

   He put his arm around my shoulders at last, and I moved a little closer
to him.  I reached across his lap, and took his other hand.

   I tried to avoid looking at his face; I was resolved to let him have his
way with me, but I found him very unattractive physically.  The story of
his long life seemed to be written on his face, with many more lines than
my story has.



   After the film ended, I turned to look at him.  His face was so close to
mine, I could feel his breath.  He had strong even teeth; he looked at me,
and I could see his intense desire.  His old eyes were bright with it, with
the possibility that he might be so lucky as to have me, only 20 years old
at the time, as his lover.

   Slowly, very slowly, our lips came together.  I shuddered with a strange
mixture of feelings; I couldn't do it with such an old man, how could I? 
But my husband wanted me to do it, and the man who was kissing me clearly
did as well.  How could I deny them both?  It would be selfish of me to
refuse the old man's advances, although my stomach was twisting with
repulsion as we kissed.

   He was a nice man, I thought; Even though I found him very unattractive,
I must go through with it, I must let him do with me what he wanted to do.

   Because my husband wanted me to.

   I wasn't sure why, but Arnold liked to hear about me being with other
men.  Perhaps I thought, it was because Arnold was considerably older than
I, and had much more experience than I did.  Perhaps he wanted me to also
have the experience of other lovers, that we might be more equal.

   I sat together with the old man, holding hands and kissing for some
time. He told me I was very beautiful, and his hand rested on my leg.

   I closed my eyes and forced myself to relax, to accept this thing that
was going to happen.  It would be all right, I told myself; it would be
fine.  It would do me no harm, and would bring great pleasure to the old
man.  It might not be very pleasurable for me, but that wasn't so
important.

   His hands were smooth and gentle, and seemed to know what they wanted.
They slowly lifted the hem of my dress higher.  I lifted myself up so he
could slide it under me and up to the middle of my back.

   He lowered his face between my smooth naked thighs, and kissed my legs.
After some time, he removed my panties.  I shuddered in anticipation of
what I was about to endure;

   His fingers stroked my thighs and hips as his old face went to my groin
and began to lick.  I closed my eyes, and thought of my husband.

   The old man licked me with great tenderness, running his tongue gently
across my lower lips and sensitive parts.  He kissed me there, as his
fingers stroked my torso.

   The sensations were pleasing, and as I relaxed, I began to enjoy them.

   His age seemed less important now, his wrinkled skin of little
consequence.  He was friendly and kind, he had wisdom and experience.  He
would do me no harm, I repeated to myself.

   In the culture of my country, we are taught always to obey and respect
our elders.  To attend to their needs.  I convinced myself that was all I
was doing, attending to the needs of Mr.  McCann and of my husband.  The
sacrifice I was making for them was very small, just a couple of hours of
my time.  And actually, what he was busy doing between my legs was even
quite pleasant.

   The old pharmacist stood, and took my hand.

   "Let's go to the bedroom." He said.

   I was impressed with how meticulously clean and neat his house was.  He
turned down the bed as I removed my clothing.

   "You are so very beautiful." He said, looking at me with great
appreciation.

   I kept silent, since I could not return the compliment.  I got into the
bed, and waited for him as he undressed himself.

   As I expected, his penis was pale, thin, and shriveled, like the rest of
him.  Despite being desperately thin everywhere else, he had a distinct
punch of a belly.  I shuddered slightly as he pressed his aged body against
me.

   He began to kiss and stroke me again, and once more I forced myself to
relax.  It was better when I couldn't see very much of him; his skin felt
ok against me, warm and friendly just like younger people's skin.  He
hummed in pleasure as I began to fondle his old cock.

   He seemed to be in no hurry at all, he seemed happy to just kiss me and
stroke my naked body.  I found that kind of flattering, but I would have
preferred to get it over with as soon as possible.

   His penis grew and became hard in my hands; I was surprised somehow.

   It was no longer shriveled, nor thin.  Although four times my age, the
organ in my hand was quite formidable.

   At last, he wanted to put it inside my body.  Surprisingly, I realized
that I wanted him to as well.  I was curious, I wanted to know how it would
feel to really do it with a man so very old.

   "Andrew, shouldn't you use something?"

   "It's okay.  I had a vasectomy long ago."

   "Are you sure there's no danger?"

   "Relax." He said, as he began to push his old organ slowly into my
waiting body.

   He seemed to savor every millimeter of penetration; gently, tenderly, he
entered me.  I felt his big old penis moving deeper and deeper within
myself, until at last there was no more; he filled my young body with
himself, and we were coupled together, a strange unit of old and young,
European and oriental, pinned together by an ancient dick that somehow
still worked as new.

   He was different than anyone else I had known.  He seemed to do it in
slow motion, easing himself out gently before carefully pushing himself in
again.

   It wasn't unpleasant, and somehow not too threatening to me.  But it
didn't make me achieve climax for a long time.

   I didn't mind that; I was not primarily here for my own pleasure, but
for his, and mostly so that I could tell Arnold about it when he came home.

   And yet, it was strangely stimulating.  The old man went on and on, as
if this was the ultimate moment of his existence, and he mustn't waste a
second of it.  My orgasm came slowly over me, not very intensely.  But like
the act we were engaged in, it seemed to linger for a time; held in place
by Mr.  McCann's long slow steady strokes.

   I held his skinny old body tightly as he finally ejaculated.  It made me
proud, as if I had accomplished something worthwhile.  As though I had done
a good deed.



   The next day I thought about my sexual encounter as I worked in the
garden.

   I felt good, I felt energetic yet relaxed.  I reviewed the night's
events in my mind, and I found myself thinking of my elderly lover quite
fondly.

   I remembered the feeling of him releasing himself inside me; I had to
smile, and I felt a small twinge in my groin.

   But that evening, when I heard the small knocking at my back door, I was
not pleased to find that it was him.

   "I hope I'm not intruding." he said.

   "No, not at all." I answered, "Please come in.  How did you get here?"

   "I walked across the field.  Don't worry, nobody saw me."

   I felt relieved at that; I checked that the curtains were tightly drawn,
and then found myself feeling quite unhappy that he was here with me, in
the privacy and intimacy of my own house.

   Yet I couldn't tell him to go; the old man was my lover.

   I made tea, and we drank it together quietly in the parlor.

   I didn't like the way he looked at me, so lustfully; I thought he should
act more his age.  I felt threatened by him; I didn't want to couple with
him again.

   He put his arm around my shoulders, and kissed me gently; I had an urge
to pull away, to tell him he must leave, but I hesitated to do so.  He was
a guest in my house, he was my elder.  Perhaps he would realize that he was
unwelcome, and leave without me having to say anything rude, I thought.

   He put his other hand on my knee.  I hoped it wouldn't travel higher.

   Like the first time, he progressed very slowly.  I was very passive this
time, doing nothing to encourage him.  I didn't want him, he was just too
old, too unattractive.

   But he wouldn't stop; the dirty old man just kept right on going,
ignoring my obvious lack of desire.  He pulled my clothes off of me, and
lowered his grey balding head between my thighs again.

   I didn't want him, I repeated to myself; and yet, I knew that I had let
him go too far already.  I was naked, and his slippery tongue was in my
groin.

   Andrew was quite good, I realized; better than the younger men I had
been with.  His lips and tongue were working my sensitive parts like an
instrument, gently making the music of bliss there.

   His eyes were bright with happiness; and so I surrendered to the
inevitable, and stroked his scalp while he licked me.

   He stood and removed his clothes; I looked at his body, trying
unsuccessfully to find him attractive.

   When he got in the bed with me, I went down on him; I thought perhaps I
could make him come in my mouth, and then it would be over quickly.

   The old cock slowly hardened at my attentions.  As I said, he was
generously endowed; but his was not a very pretty organ.  It was pasty
white, with huge blue arteries standing proud on the surface.  It seemed a
bit lumpy, as if damaged.

   I sucked it, softly at first, and then harder.  I licked it and stroked
it to the best of my ability, but he wouldn't come.

   At last, he pulled me up onto the bed, and rolled me onto me back.  I
made no objection as he spread my legs wide and kneeled once more in the
valley of my exposure.  As he put his hard old member to my not quite
willing entrance and gently worked his way inside me.

   Sweetly and slowly, he made love to me.  We kissed as he filled me with
his big old penis, once more massaging my insides with his gentle steady
motion.

   He was warm inside me, as warm and hard as any man.  I looked into his
eyes, and found that his age was not very important at all.  Why should it
be?  He was a good lover, he knew how to use his body for the pleasure of
us both.  He used his lack of strength to advantage, making it last longer
than anyone else I had known before him.

   But before we were through, I began to urge him to greater efforts;
holding his ass in my hands, I pulled him into myself repeatedly, and he
did what I wanted, giving me his big old cock hard enough; and as I felt
his ejaculation inside myself, I held him tightly and felt that wonderful
feeling.

   I wanted to talk afterwards, but he fell asleep.

   It was the beginning of a relationship that would last for 6 years; I
would spend most evenings with Andrew when Arnold was away, and many
nights.

   Andrew was the one who taught me most of my English, correcting my
grammar and vocabulary.  I enjoyed being with him, reading together,
watching films on TV, or just talking; I never wanted sex from him, but of
course he wanted it from me.  I always accommodated him, and it wasn't
unpleasant really.

   As time went on, it became more difficult for him to become erect and
even more difficult for me to make him come.  I had to dress very
provocatively, in the sexiest underthings I could find.  I let him spank my
bottom, which helped him a lot, but left me sore afterwards.  He liked me
to dance for him and strip slowly like bad girls in films, and bite his
nipples.

   As his strength decreased, I would usually be the one on top, moving
around to stir his big old thing within me as I talked dirty to him until
he came.





   Appendix 3; gang bang

   Laura and I took many trips to Edinburgh.  We went back to the ladies
club several times, and twice we went home with women we met there.  Arnold
enjoyed hearing about those adventures, but they are very similar to the
others I've already written down, so I won't go into detail here.

   This is a story I related to my husband about 2 years into my residence
in Scotland;



   "Did you come up with any new stories for me, Sweetheart?" Arnold asked
me.  We were soaking in the bathtub together, an intimacy that I always
enjoyed very much.

   "Oh yes.  Laura and I went shopping in Edinburgh again."

   I was resting on my back against my husband's front.  He ran his hand up
my torso under the warm soapy water "Yes?" he prompted.

   "We dressed up and went out in the evening.  We passed by a bar filled
with men watching sports on a big TV; Laura insisted we go in and have a
drink."

   "Go on."

   "She had one of those cocktails she likes, and as usual I had orange
juice."



   "I love the vibes in here." Laura told me.  "Don't you?"

   "I don't know." I told her.  "They all seem so intent on their game."

   The men were all black, except for one who was sitting with the only
other woman in the place, a thin white woman with long brown hair.

   The men didn't seem to have anything in common other than their skin
color and their sport; there were old ones and young ones, tall and short
ones, some had thick long hair in ropes down their backs, while some had no
hair at all.

   The woman came over to the table where I sat with Laura.

   "Can I join you?" she asked.

   "Sure." said Laura.

   "It can get pretty boring in here when there's a game on." The woman
said.  "I'm Heather, by the way."

   "Can I get you a beer, Heather?  I'm Laura, and this is my friend Lek."
Laura said.

   "That's ok, I'm fine." Said Heather.  "I just wanted to tell you that
things can get a bit wild in here when the game ends."

   "Wild?" said Laura.  "What do you mean?"

   The woman looked a bit embarrassed.

   "Well, the guys like to party a little."

   "Sounds like fun." Laura said.

   "Well, I like it." Heather said, "But it's not for everyone."

   "You mean we shouldn't stay?" Laura asked.  I thought she was starting
to get irritated.

   "Well, I don't mind at all if you do, it's just that..."

   "What?"

   "When the game is over, I'm going to take my clothes off." Heather said.

   "Really?  Why?" I asked her.

   "It's just something that's sort of become traditional in here on Friday
nights." Heather said.

   Suddenly the men all started shouting at the television; the game had
ended.  They all turned and looked at Heather, smiling and raising their
beer mugs in salute, as though she had been responsible.

   She grinned and stood up.  She was very tall and slender, and in her
thirties I guessed.  She had a lovely face.

   She made a whooping sound, and began to dance while taking off her
clothes.  The black men formed a ring around her as they watched.

   The bartender came over; "I'm going to have to lock the door now." He
told us.  "It gets a bit crazy in here after a match, you ladies should
probably go somewhere else."

   "We'd rather stay if that's alright." Laura told him.  "Heather told us
all about it."

   "Really?  Well, it's fine with me.  Just let me know if you change your
mind and I'll let you out." He said, before going to the door and locking
it with his key.

   "Oh shit." Laura said.  I followed her eyes to a table on the other side
of the small room; our new friend Heather was lying on it naked, her long
legs stretched out, and a dark face was pressed between her thighs.  The
other men were watching, some were touching her breasts or belly.  One bent
down and kissed her on the mouth, and she put her arms around him.

   The white man who had been sitting with her when we arrived was handing
out little packets.

   "One for each of you, gents, plenty to go around." He said.  They were
condoms.

   The white woman on the table caught my eye for a moment, and smiled at
me happily.  One of the black men held his penis to her lips, and she took
it in her hands and started to eat it.  He was big and hairless, and his
penis soon grew hard and formidable.  It was very black in contrast to her
pale face.

   "That's incredible." Laura said to me, "I think she's going to do it
with all of them!"

   "She usually does." Said the white man.  We had been staring so
intensely at the action on the table, we hadn't noticed him sit down next
to us.

   "The first time, there were two guys.  Then there were four.  I think
there's about twenty five in here tonight."

   "Twenty five men!" Laura said; "And I thought I was a randy bitch.  Can
she really do that?"

   "I guess.  There's always a few more.  Last week I counted twenty two,
and Heather managed them all."

   "Is she your wife?" I asked.

   "Yes." He said.  "Well, six nights a week, anyway."

   "Hey, sugar; do you want some too?" one of the black men asked me.  I
looked up at him in shock; he stood before me stark naked, his dark penis
half hard between us, swaying from side to side.

   "That's very impertinent of you." I told him crossly.  "I don't even
know you."

   "So?" he asked.  "Why are you here then?"

   "I'm not sure." I answered, trying to figure out the answer myself.

   "You came into a bar filled with men.  You and your friend are all
dressed up; so I guess you were looking for some fun, right?"

   "Well, yes; but that doesn't mean I want to talk to a naked man I know
nothing about."

   "Well, you are talking to one anyway, and you don't seem too bothered."
He said.  "Now I suppose that if I were dressed and everything was normal,
I could sit down with you and charm you for a while, and then you might
agree to go somewhere with me.  Am I right?"

   "Well; maybe."

   "And then if you were feeling all right about it, we might have a good
time together, right?"

   "I suppose."

   "By that, we mean sex, right?"

   "Yes."

   "And then you would go back to your husband, and we'd probably never
meet again."

   "How do you know I'm married?"

   "You and your friend are too well dressed to be in a place like this
looking for guys like us.  You must be married ladies looking for some
excitement; black lovers is what you want, not black husbands.  Besides,
you're both wearing your wedding rings."

   "Oh.  Yes."

   "So you want anonymous sex, and here it is, honey." He said, shifting
his hips slightly so that his black penis swayed form side to side.

   I couldn't stop my eyes from watching it; it was almost stiff, it hung
forward in front of the man.



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



   "Yes, not all the men were attractive, but he was.  He was young, too.
He had shoulder length curly hair, a fine face, and an attractive body.

   He took a step closer to my chair; "You can touch it if you want." He
said.  "Think about it; instead of all that talking, we can do it like
this. You can see if you like my dick first, and if you don't, you can just
stop right there."

   He did have a very attractive penis.  As I said, he was quite attractive
all together.  He smiled at me winningly; well, he was right, after all. 
It was why Laura and I had come in, to at least flirt with some of them,
and to perhaps have sex with one or more of them.

   "Go on." Laura encouraged me.  I turned to see that she and Heather's
husband were waiting to see what I would decide.

   Impulsively, I reached forward and took the man's organ in my hands.  It
stiffened and grew further.  It was quite exciting, really; I didn't know
his name, we were in a crowded room.  It was a completely new experience
for me.

   I had been with Mr.  McCann from the pharmacy again the week before, but
other than that I hadn't been with a man for a month.  And Mr.  McCann
doesn't really count, since he's so feeble these days.

   I pulled on the black penis, and played with his balls.  He was the most
attractive black man I've ever been with, I think.  His stomach was as flat
as a board, his cock was rock hard and so thick it filled my hands.  It was
very black, too, blacker than the rest of him.  I liked that, the stark
contrast between us.  He came closer, and I couldn't resist taking it in my
mouth.

   There was something wonderful about doing it that way, with nearly all
pretense removed.  He was attractive, I was attractive, we both wanted it;
so why not just go ahead and do it?  Why bother with all those rituals?

   He was nice in my mouth, I could feel the energy of him.  He was a big
man, tall and strong.  I reached between his legs and stroked his firm
round bum and elastic balls.

   I felt a wonderful powerful feeling; I sat in a chair, so small and
vulnerable, with the penis of this huge muscled black man in my mouth.  He
stood before me, his muscles rippling with energy; but it was as if I
controlled him.  All his strength was held in my hands and mouth, at least
for that time.  I found the feeling exhilarating; I sucked him eagerly yet
gently, enjoying the wild serenity of the moment.

   After a while, he pulled away from me.  He reached down and took me by
the upper arms, and lifted me to my feet.

   I only came to his shoulders, even though I was wearing my four inch
heels.  He took my face in one big hand and kissed me hard on my mouth, I
felt overwhelmed in a sweet kind of way.  He turned me around, and I could
feel him unzipping my dress.  I stood still, my heart pounding as I allowed
him to do as he wished with me.

   I could see the table with Heather still on it.  Another man was
copulating with her; black, as they all were, but quite fat.  Her long legs
were wrapped around his large body, his huge ass was shaking with his
movements as he drove in and out of her.  I couldn't see her face, because
there was someone standing in the way, obviously with his member in her
mouth.

   Next to me, Laura was now naked as well.  She looked even more pale than
normal with the three black men all over her, one with his penis in her
vagina, one in her mouth, and one was just touching her large white breast
as he waited for his turn.

   I was unsure that I wanted to be naked, but I felt helpless to stop it
from happening.  There were just so many of them, they all needed
attention; I felt a duty to my friends to do my part.  My big lover peeled
my tight dress down my body, carefully removing it.  I saw that he hung it
on a chair, he seemed to know that it was quite expensive and delicate.

   He pulled my panties off, but left my stockings and shoes.  I wasn't
wearing a bra.

   I felt hands on my shoulders, as someone behind me massaged them.  I
felt a hard penis brushing back and forth across my naked ass as the man in
front of me, the first one, pulled a condom over his big cock.

   Then he put his hands behind my knees as two others each took one of my
arms, and they lifted me onto a free table.  I felt utterly helpless, yet
somehow exhilarated.  Terrified, yet strangely willing to comply with their
terrible lust.

   I suppose it was partly my own depravity; by that time I had become used
to casual sex, normal sex had become merely normal to me.  This was
dangerous and new; a definite escalation in depravity.

   I was pushed onto my back and my legs were lifted up into the air; I
lifted my head to see him as he began to push his cock into me, but one of
the other men took my head in one hand and held his own penis to my lips
with the other.

   I couldn't see the face of the owner of the cock that pushed itself into
my mouth at first; he was stiff and warm in my mouth, though.  There seemed
to be nothing to do but join in the spirit of the evening, and do whatever
I could to satisfy the men.  I began to suck the new penis and stroke his
big black balls, as the first penis pushed into my vagina down at the end
of the table.  Either the condom was lubricated, or I was already very
excited by it all; the later, I think.  Because the big penis slid in quite
easily, filling my whole lower end with man.

   It's a very odd thing to have sex with a group of men; and not know the
first thing about them, not even their names.

   I looked up at the face of the owner of the black penis I was doing my
best to pleasure; he wasn't handsome, like the first man.  His face was
dark and uneven, somehow unpleasant.  But he was smiling down at me in
gratification of my efforts, stroking my face as I sucked his hot cock for
him.

   The feeling was incredible; so beautifully stretched at my tight little
groin, the hard cock of a powerful young man deep within my body.  The hot
black dick of another stranger in my mouth, so utterly stiff and vital,
eager to know my lips and tongue, quivering with the thrill of my touch.

   I felt suddenly overwhelmed by it all; for the first time, I was truly
afraid.  Laura and I were both stripped naked, powerless, at the mercy of
these strange men.  They would all want satisfaction, all those penises
would want to release their fluids at us, in us, on us.  They were many,
the door was locked, we were both so small and weak.  I began to struggle,
I pushed the man at my face away with my hands, and kicked at the first man
with my feet.

   The two penises pulled out of me, leaving me gasping for breath, empty
and naked but for my stockings and shoes on the table.  I looked around;
aside from the two men who had been engaged with me directly, there were
several others watching, one naked and two that were still dressed.  They
stood around my table in a ring, their five black faces looking at me.

   The first one, the handsome one who had undressed me, looked concerned;
the one I'd been sucking looked disappointed.  The others looked more
curious than anything else.

   They weren't going to rape me; whether to proceed was entirely my own
choice.  The men stood silent for a long moment, waiting for my decision.

   I could hear other men talking, I could hear the slurping and slapping
sounds of sex; I sat up and gestured for one of my suitors to stand aside
so I could see what was happening.

   Laura was standing on the floor with her legs spread wide.  Her large
white breasts swung below her, she was leaning forward, a narrow table
under her belly for support.  A short fellow was behind her, his cock
appearing and disappearing from my view as he took her from behind.

   She had another man in her mouth; there were just so many men waiting
for attention, that there seemed no alternative but to let more than one at
a time take his pleasure.

   Heather was on her back, as I had been, but was resting her long legs on
the floor.  The extremely high heeled shoes she was wearing appeared to
make that position possible.  A man was engaged between her legs, and like
Laura, she had another in her mouth.  Others were stroking her small
breasts and flat pale belly.  She was so thin compared to the thick black
penis that I could see sliding easily into her, it seemed wrong somehow.

   I looked in front of myself; the handsome one looked back at me.  The
four black men standing around me, stark naked, waited for my word.

   I felt a sudden exhilaration; these large frightening men would do as I
wanted.  They would leave me alone, walk away; or they would have sex with
me, in whichever way I chose.  I looked from face to face, from penis to
penis.  There was a beauty to the situation, something unique and
fantastic. Three willing women and 25 eager men; 25 hairy pairs of balls,
25 stiff waiting cocks.  All of them black, all of them different.

   I pointed at one of them, he seemed kind of shy.  I cooked my finger and
gestured him to approach.

   He wasn't very attractive physically.  He had some extra weight around
his middle, his legs were short, and he had thin shoulders.  But he had
large clear friendly eyes, and his cock was warm and hard in my hands as I
tilted my head up so that he could kiss me.

   Slowly, I rolled myself back onto the tabletop.  Still holding the man's
cock, I put it against me and wrapped my legs around his hips.  I felt it
entering as several large penises rubbed up against my breasts, neck and
face.  I looked up into the faces of the men standing around me.  It was
frightening, but it was wonderful.  I didn't know how many of them I would
be able to satisfy, but I resolved to try my best.

   My fingers and hands ran across the wonderful organs, my lips touched
each of them in turn.  I sucked them briefly, one after another as I played
with their balls and whatever else I could reach.  Hard yet friendly, the
dark penises slapped my face, filled my hands, and of course the eager
opening between my thighs.

   The man between my legs pulled away, I didn't know if he had come or
not. I felt as if the was a vacuum in my abdomen after his cock was taken
out of me.

   I sat up again for a moment, to catch my breath.  The handsome man
reached forward and gently took my face in his hand; he moved closer, and
kissed me.

   My feet were dangling off the edge of the table, and his big penis
rested against my stomach; his hands ran across my back, stroked my head,
then my hips.  His mouth tasted manly, of beer and chips.  He pulled my
bottom to the edge of the table, and crouched down so that he could put the
tip of his penis against my opening.  He stood up again slowly, so that it
entered me again, rising through my insides like a missile launching itself
unstoppably into my body.

   He put his hands under my bottom, and lifted me right off the table; I
wrapped my legs around his body, and we stood like that for a little while,
totally engaged with each other.

   For the first time that evening, I felt as though there was some
passion; there had been a lot of desire, but not passion somehow.

   Half my weight was resting against his mighty cock, it was deep up
inside me, my arms were around his neck, our mouths were locked together as
hid tongue pushed into my mouth.

   For that moment, there seemed to be nothing else in the universe,
nothing but the two of us; my tiny little body held and penetrated by his
huge one, my nameless handsome black lover.

   Gently, he set me down on the hard table again; he gave me several long
hard strokes of his length, then laid me down on my back again.

   I took the next penis that was offered to me; he was very fat, and his
penis was quite small.  I had to bury my face in the flesh of his thighs to
get my mouth full of him.

   I surrendered to them completely, submerged myself into a barrage of
potent penises.  It didn't matter if one was fat or another was ugly.  I
sucked the fat man until he came in my mouth.  Why not?  There was plenty
of pleasure there for me that evening, why not be charitable and suck the
fat man to the best of my ability?  There were so many men, it didn't
matter if some of them came early.  There were plenty more.

   The handsome man made me come, and then took his condom off; I sucked
him only briefly before he came, and I swallowed his, too.

   Men did it to me, one after another.  Tall and short, young and old,
they put their cocks inside me and did it.  Some came into their condoms,
but most took their condoms off and came in my mouth.  I drank their thick
come, sweet or sour.

   I did it on my back, I did it standing.  I took a stiff black cock in
each hand while another was in my vagina and another in my mouth.  I let
them enter me from behind, lying on the table, and on my knees.  They
fucked me and fucked me, one after another.  And I came; oh yes, many
times. I came while a very young one held me tight, his stiff member
filling me sweetly; I came as I kissed an old man, while a Rasta fellow did
me from behind.  I came as big black penises erupted between my lips.

   Penis after penis went into my mouth, each so different yet so much the
same.

   I stroked and sucked each of them, knowing that it would take everything
I had to satisfy my share of the men in the room.  I sucked them until they
would stiffen and shudder that cute way that men do, and then pump my mouth
full of their semen.

   It was terrible, but it was wonderful.  I felt like a goddess, to be
worshiped by so many; like a Bangkok bar whore to agree to such a thing.

   There was one man who had a really huge penis; I mean really big, bigger
than the others.  I was waiting for him to take his turn with me.  I
noticed him doing it with Laura, and then with Heather.  I wasn't sure what
it would be like, and I was anxious to find out.  Perhaps it would have
been more interesting to experience something like that under better
conditions.  I think that eight men had already been exercising my vagina
in the half hour before the man with the big penis took his turn.  There
was nothing else remarkable about the man.  He was of medium height,
moderate weight.  He had shaggy ear length hair.  I'd been with many men,
but I'd never held an organ anything like that one.  I think with my two
hands around it, there was room for one of my friends to put two more hands
around it as well.  I could barely get the tip of it in my mouth.  The
other men stood back as he put it between my legs.  I was more than a
little frightened, but I opened myself up as best I could for him.

   To tell you the truth, I was a bit disappointed.  It didn't hurt, but it
wasn't really comfortable having it in my body.  It was really just too big
to be nice.

   He enjoyed himself, but I was happy when he was through.  Laura told me
afterwards that she had loved her experience with him, and had no trouble
at all accommodating his size.  She said he had given her the best orgasm
of the night, maybe of her whole life.



   I noticed that somebody had ejaculated all over Laura's face, so I lay
on top of her and licked it off.  We kissed each other, as the men all
cheered.  I felt oddly proud; for that moment, I was a star, the center of
attention.

   My friend seemed exhausted, slightly sweaty despite our nudity and the
chill in the room.  Her green eyes were dulled by the intense sex she had
been having.

   Hands stroked my bottom, and I didn't even look as I felt another penis
push into me.  It didn't really matter anymore who it was.  I held my
friend tightly as the unseen man pummeled my vagina with his stiff rod.

   Another cock was pushed between our faces, and we both licked it,
sharing the moment as well as the sex.  The cock hardened, but wouldn't
come.  He was already completely depleted.





   As I told this story to my husband, I stroked his stiff dick in our
bath, as it poked up between my legs.  His fingers were playing with my
clitoris, and I was as excited by him as he was by me and my story.

   I twisted my neck so that Arnold could kiss my mouth, the mouth that had
given pleasure to so many, but really only desired him.

   I rolled over, and settled my body onto his cock.  I filled myself with
it, reveling in the feeling of him; I had been with so many men by then,
younger and more handsome men, men with huge cocks and rippling muscles,
men with great humor, men with considerable wealth.

   But it was Arnold that I loved, big old Arnold, gruff and simple. 
Because he was my husband, because only he loved me.  Others appreciated my
body, but Arnold loved me everywhere.

   "I want to get pregnant." I told him.

   "Are you sure?" He asked, looking at me intently.  "You know I enjoy the
stories," he said, "but sometimes it makes me think that you don't really
want to stay faithful to me."

   "But I love being faithful to you." I told him, "It's what I want
Arnold, it's all I want."

   One thing my Arnold can't stomach is lies.  I find it so touching how
he's always asking me if I've been lying to him, or if I've been faithful.
That's why I never simply make those stories up.  Every word I tell Arnold
must be the truth, I must never hurt him with lies as his first wife did.

   He put his arms around me and pulled my face to his mouth, he kissed me
as his sturdy cock filled me with that feeling that only Arnold gives me,
that wonderful feeling that can only come from the lover you love.

   I rode his cock in the hot water, my breasts soft against his broad
hairy chest, my arms around his thick neck.  I kissed his mouth, eyes,
ears, and throat.

   My husband's powerful arms held me, his huge hands spanned my back.  He
began to stiffen, and I felt his great cock quiver.

   The idea that the fluid pumping into my middle might be about to make me
pregnant drove me wild with desire, a greater and more pure desire than I'd
ever known before.  Of course it would be some time before the effects of
the contraceptive pills I normally took would recede.  But it didn't
matter, what mattered was the idea; this was no tawdry sex between
strangers, this was my husband and I making love, making babies.

   His hot brew squirted deep up inside me, into my very womb.  Looking
into my husband's wise old eyes, the warmest most wonderful orgasm I'd ever
known filled me with a joy too intense to describe.



   There will be no more stories for a while, none with other men, at
least.

   Not until after our first child is well on the way; I wonder if I will
still enjoy sex when I'm pregnant?

   I'll just have to find out when the time comes.

   Ace, 2008
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