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I read "Jimmy's Story" with great interest and I
recognized myself as Beth, Dan's fiancée. I remember
the trick of putting a partially filled glass on one
corner of the table when Dan and I wanted privacy, or
coming to the apartment to find a glass already there
and leaving Jimmy and Debbie to their privacy. Jimmy's
story referred to a couple of other stories, from which
I learned more about Dan's childhood than I ever
learned from Dan. He was really very quite about his
past.

I met Dan when we were juniors in college in the early
60s. I was immediately attracted to him with his bright
red head and his swimmer's body. I think I interested
him, too. I've had big breasts since I was 13, which
was an embarrassment and a disappointment to me as I
wanted to be a ballerina--big breasts made me too top
heavy. I've always thought my best features were my
legs and my butt. Years of dance gave me great legs and
a very tight butt.

Dan was always very popular at school. He always had a
crowd of students, both men and women, around him.
Although he never seemed to date any of us women
students, or at least never more than once in a row,
there seemed to be a hint of a dangerous ladies man
about him.

None of us students had heard anything about him and
any other girls, but there were vague rumors of him
being involved with various professors' wives and other
married women. The few girls he dated said he was the
prefect gentleman, but all said he really knew how to
kiss a girl and touch her just right. They all said,
when they talked about it, that it was always he who
stopped, not them.

Early in our senior year, Dan asked me for a date. The
girls were right. He was a great kisser and he knew how
to make me come without removing my clothing, or at
least by just moving my panties aside. As I'd devoted
myself to dance, I'd never been intimate with any boys,
so I was still a virgin. Dan discovered this before
making me come while we were necking in my car one
night.

He also taught me that my breasts, my huge ungainly
breasts that kept me from being a really good dancer,
were very sensitive. Never having really dated, his
were the first male hands on them. He turned me into
jelly just by squeezing them and pinching my nipples.
I'd hated my big boobs before then.

The other girls were right. Dan could have taken my
virginity right there in the car on lover's lane, but
he stopped. After I'd come twice already, he removed
his hands from under my skirt and sweater, and
suggested we return from our date. Was something wrong
with me? I wondered. But then I remembered that he
never dated college girls more than once. Still, I
wondered if I was a disappointment.

I was really happy when he asked me out again the next
weekend. He'd never done that with any other college
girl. That weekend, I met Jimmy and his girlfriend
Debbie in their apartment. Jimmy and Debbie were going
out, which left me alone with Dan. In the bedroom,
Dan's hands on my breasts made me his willing partner
in our undressing each other. I'd never seen a man's
dick before. Dan's looked big and he confirmed that he
was a lot larger than average.

I learned that a man's tongue and fingers in my pussy
were Oh! so much better than just fingers. I'd played
with myself, but Dan was an expert. Dan taught me to
suck his dick that night, but I was still a virgin when
he walked me to my apartment afterwards. His hands on
my breasts convinced me that big boobs could be an
asset, after all.

I was rapidly falling in love with Dan. He wasn't
pushing things, we talked about lots of things of
mutual interest, he was obviously very intelligent and
seemed to respect my opinions. We had several mutual
interests. We argued about politics as he admired
President Kennedy and I was skeptical, but neither of
us was very passionate about it.

We were good friends, and we weren't even lovers in the
technical sense, yet. I think he enjoyed making me
come, I certainly enjoyed it, and I came to love
drinking his come. After the Christmas break when he
asked me to marry him, I naturally said yes. Jimmy and
Debbie were engaged by then, too.

The weekend after we became engaged, we finally had sex
together. Jimmy and Debbie were out, so we were in the
bedroom of his apartment. We'd already undressed and
licked each other to orgasm, well, him to one and me to
several. As usual, we continued until he was hard
again. Then he stopped, reached into a drawer, and got
out a condom. After getting it out of its packet, he
said, "We'd better use this so that I don't get you
pregnant."

"But we're engaged!" I said.

"You never know," he responded. "Maybe you'll discover
some unsavory truth about me and break the engagement."

I just looked at him funny as he figured out how to put
the condom on.

He looked at me sheepishly and said, "I've never used
one of these, before."

"Let me help," and together we rolled it down his cock.

He said, "We can do this either of two ways. Either
you're on your back and I push into you, or I'm on my
back and you take me into you at your own speed. That
might be the best way."

That's what we did. I was already dripping and loose
from my previous comes, so it didn't take me long to
drop down his cock to where its head was touching my
cherry. My cherry was already pretty loose from
stretching and dancing, but I was still a bit
apprehensive about losing this final symbol of my
virginity.

Dan was very supportive, caressing my legs, my back,
squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, and diddling
my clit. He was letting me go at my own pace. Finally,
I sat down on him, stopping when I was all the way
down. I then leaned forward on his chest as I came. I
could feel his cock pulsate as he came inside his
condom.

Dan kissed my face, felt my butt and back, and caressed
the sides of my breasts as they flopped off his chest.
He said, "You're not a virgin anymore. You'll have to
marry me, now."

I just looked at him and said, "Good."

He said, "I'll have to use another rubber if we want to
do this again, tonight."

I said eagerly, "Can we? Can we try other positions?"

We certainly did. I may have been Dan's first virgin,
but I certainly wasn't his first woman. We went through
another three condoms that night. Dan was an excellent
teacher.

As Jimmy mentioned, we went through a lot of condoms.
Dan and I double-dated with Jimmy and Debbie, and I
became friends with Debbie. Then in April or May,
Debbie told me that she was pregnant and that Dan was
the father. Dan!!?? My fiancé?! I was stunned. Later,
Jimmy confirmed it and told me that Dan had never
really been faithful to me. Jimmy pointed out several
of the professors' wives who'd gotten pregnant while we
were dating. I was furious. Jimmy and I had our only
fuck that afternoon. I made him use a condom. I broke
up with Dan that night.

I talked with Debbie near graduation. She said that Dan
had helped her find a really nice man who was willing
to marry her. She'd already told the man the truth that
she was already pregnant, but apparently Dan had
coached her into how to really entice and seduce the
guy so that he was willing to raise her baby as his
own. I went to their wedding, and although I've lost
touch with her over the years, I learned she and the
guy have had more children. When last I heard from her,
she told me she was really happy at the way things
turned out.

* * *

Ten years later when Nixon was running for re-election,
I was married to Harry, a really good man. I'd told him
about both Dan and Jimmy before we got married, and he
wasn't at all jealous. We'd been married for 8½ years
and had three kids, all boys, one after 10 months of
marriage and then one every two years or so. I
continued dancing to keep myself in trim after the
births. After the third, Harry got a vasectomy.

Our sex life tapered off after our third child. It had
never been that active anyway.

Early in our marriage while I was pregnant with our
first child, Harry mentioned that he'd like to see me
fuck another man or at least have an affair and tell
him all about it. I told him he was crazy and that I
could never do anything like that. He brought it up
again while I was pregnant with each of our other two,
but I absolutely refused.

One day in 1972, I received a call from Dan out of the
blue. He told me how beautiful I'd been in college, how
much he loved fucking me, and how he'd like to do it
some more. His sales route had been changed and now
he'd be visiting our town for three days/two nights
every two weeks or so. He asked if he could see me
again.

I asked, "Are you still seeing lots of other women?"

He said, "Of course! I have at least one in every town
on my route. I won't lie or hide things from you, Beth.
I learned not to do that in college with you. I want
you again, but you have to know I won't be faithful.
Besides, I heard you were married with children. Debbie
told me."

I responded, "I can't give you an answer just now. I
have to talk to my husband first. Harry knows about us.
He might agree to let me see you. Call me back in a
couple of days, and I'll let you know."

When I told Harry that Dan called, Harry said, "Does
that mean you'll make my dream come true?"

"Harry!"

"Maybe he just wants to talk about old times."

I gave him a summary of our conversation to dispel that
notion right away. Dan wanted to fuck me, not talk
about old times.

Harry said, "I'll leave it up to you. I hope you go
ahead and fuck him. Just tell me all the details."

I said, "I'm not taking birth control. I'm only 32 and
still fertile. Dan's gotten a lot of women pregnant,
and if I let him fuck me, I'm sure I'll be pregnant,
too. I think I'll be at the peak of my fertile cycle
when he visits. Are you okay with that?"

Harry was excited. "Oh, God! Yes! I almost wish he were
black so that it'd be obvious you were unfaithful. Be
as much a slut with him as you want! Just tell me
everything!"

"Well, he has bright red hair. Jimmy told me his other
kids have reddish hair. Are you sure you don't mind us
having other kids, even if they're not yours?"

"Hell, no! Why do you think I got a vasectomy when I
knew you wanted a large family? I want you to cheat, to
be a slut, to get pregnant, even to be a street-walking
whore if you want. To me, it'd be best if you didn't
even know who the father was because you'd had so many
men during your fertile period."

I said, "You're really kinky, Harry. Kinkier than I
thought! That won't happen. I used to be in love with
Dan, but I have to feel something to be with someone.
You're only my third, you know."

"I know. Meet Dan and have fun. Be a slut for me,
dear."

We arranged it so that when Dan called back, I'd invite
him to dinner at our house. I wasn't comfortable with
Harry watching, so he agreed to take the kids to his
sister's house and work late. I'd try to get Dan to
leave at midnight so that Harry wouldn't be out too
late. If things went well, I'd go out with Dan the
following night, too, but not at our house. When Dan
called back, I arranged to meet him at our house where
we could have dinner.

I was a nervous wreck all week. I had to change my
panties several times a day as they got soaked from my
dripping cunt, remembering how good Dan made me feel. I
was a cat in heat, and Harry and I fucked a couple of
times a day in anticipation.

I'd bought a sexy, mini-skirted, cocktail dress with a
deep V to display my cleavage, which I wore for the
first time that day. It was really hard finding a dress
that didn't look like a sack over my big boobs. Harry
looked ready to devour me, but I put him off as I
wanted to be fresh for Dan.

I wore thigh-high stockings underneath as I didn't want
pantyhose to get in the way. I thought about not
wearing panties, but realized I'd stain my dress with
pussy-juice if I didn't. I'm so huge on top, that I
also wore a bra, but one that was low in front so I
could show off my cleavage.

Harry took the kids and left five just minutes before
Dan arrived. Those minutes were hours to me. I was so
wet, I was afraid I'd have to change my panties again,
but then Dan knocked on the door.

He said, "Wow! You're stunning! You're even more
beautiful than I remembered! You must still dance to
keep that beautiful figure!"

I noticed that he was in even better shape than in
college, too. Just after he closed the door, he took me
in his arms to kiss me. I made no move to stop him as
he gripped my ass and fondled my boobs. Eventually, we
broke the kiss and I invited him in. I broke out the
champagne I had in the fridge, and we both drank a
couple of glass while sitting on the couch talking
about what we'd been doing since college.

I could feel my pussy leaking the whole time. I think
my panties were like a dripping sponge with my juices.
My boobs were just aching to be squeezed. I'm not sure
I was coherent anymore, when he put our glasses back on
the coffee table with the half-full bottle, then took
me into his arms for another kiss. We were hungry, but
for each other and not for dinner.

As we undressed each other, he said, "I'm going to fuck
you without a condom, this time. God, I've missed your
pussy!"

I said, "Harry hopes you get me pregnant. Fuck me,
please!"

I laid back on the couch and pulled him over me. I was
so juicy, his big cock just slid right in. I came for
the first time that night when he touched bottom. I
came again just a few strokes later when I felt him
starting to spurt inside of me. I think I groaned or
squealed into his mouth. I moaned, "Oh, I've missed you
and your big cock."

Dan pulled out and said, "I've wanted you without a
condom ever since I first laid eyes on you. Damn,
you're a wonderful woman. Suck me hard, again!"

We got into a 69 position and brought each other off
orally. I seemed to be on a hair trigger, as I got off
three times before he started to spurt in my mouth.
When I got off of him, his face was slimy with his own
spunk that had dripped out of my cunt. His spunk was
all over the couch. I'd swallowed what I could, and it
was in my hair and on my face as well.

I said, "Let's go upstairs to the bedroom. We can clean
off a little in our master bath. We'll leave evidence
that we fucked down here for Harry to find. He's been
begging me to cheat on him for years."

"He sounds very strange," Dan commented as we climbed
the stairs naked.

While we washed, I continued, "Yeah, I just found out
how kinky this week. He said he wouldn't mind if I
became a whore, and that he'd like me to have a black
baby to make my cheating on him even more obvious. What
he'd really like is if I got pregnant and didn't know
which of several possibilities was the real father. I
told him I couldn't ever do that, even for him."

Dan smiled at me, caressed my butt, and said, "I won't
ask you to do that tonight, either. Right now, I just
want to fuck you and make you pregnant."

Our earlier fuck and suck reduced our urgency. We
fucked for hours in all the positions Dan had taught me
while we were students. My crotch was a sopping mess,
as were the sheets on the bed. We'd kicked the covers
off as we were both so warm from our fucking that we
didn't need them.

I think Dan came inside of me at least two more times
that night. I lost count of all of my orgasms, but I
had several to his one. Between fucks, we'd just rest
with his dick inside of me, plugging up my cunt so that
his sperm had more chances to find my eggs in my womb.

Finally I said, "Harry's going to be back at midnight.
You should leave soon."

He said, "I want to see you again, tomorrow, okay? I
have one more thing to teach you."

"Tomorrow? Yes, of course. God, you're good. I didn't
think there was anything left for us to do."

He said, "I still haven't fucked your ass. When we were
engaged, I was saving it for our wedding night." I must
have looked shocked, because he continued, "I take it
Harry's never fucked your ass?"

"No. I didn't know it was possible. You're dick is
pretty big to fit in my tiny hole."

"I've fucked smaller girls than you in the ass. I think
they like it, as they almost always ask for it again.
Are we on for tomorrow, same time?"

I thought about losing my anal virginity, and decided
that if anyone could do it properly, it would be Dan.
He was and is the most experienced lover I've ever had.
I was sure that Harry would like to try it after I told
him about losing it to Dan. We made arrangements for me
to meet him at his motel tomorrow.

He washed while I lay on the wet sheets, then went
down-stairs, got dressed and left. I walked him to the
door and kissed him with the door open. His back was to
the street so no one could see, but I felt deliciously
wicked kissing him where our neighbors could see us. He
cupped my ass and squeezed my boobs one more time
before leaving. I left the door open and waved as he
walked to his car. If anyone was watching, there was no
doubt as to what Dan and I had been doing. My crotch
was sopping wet and sticky.

I had just lain down on the wet bed--there were no dry
spots--when I heard the door open and Harry come in. I
closed my eyes as I was really drowsy, and listened to
Harry puttering around downstairs. I could imagine him
finding come spots on the couch and sniffing them,
perhaps even tasting them, and knowing that his here-
to-fore faithful wife had been well and truly fucked by
her first lover.

I wondered if he was thinking of Dan's sperm searching
for my egg. If Harry didn't want me to do this, didn't
want me to get pregnant, he shouldn't have encouraged
me. I had no regrets. I listened to Harry coming up the
stairs and waited for his reaction to the sight of me.

I just lay there with my eyes closed when Harry came
into the room. I could hear him stop and look at me. I
was a mess with Dan's come matted in my pubic hair, on
my thighs, on my belly, oozing out of my slit. I heard
Harry undressing, then getting on the bed and spreading
my legs. He fingered my soggy twat before climbing
between my legs and stuffing his dick in me in one
stroke. I was really loose from Dan. Harry pulled
almost all the way out and stopped. I opened my eyes to
see him looking at his cock. I said, "That's Dan's
sperm you feel inside me."

Harry said, "I know," then kissed me and pushed deep
into my cunt again.

"That's Dan's sperm on my breath, too."

"I love it! I knew when I married you that a woman as
beautiful as you had to be a slut! God! I'm coming just
knowing another man might have gotten you pregnant! Oh!
Unh!"

I felt nothing. Harry's little dick rarely got me off,
and he usually had to use his tongue and fingers to get
me going. After Dan had used me so thoroughly that
evening, I could barely feel Harry.

When Harry had calmed down, I said, "Dan wants to see
me tomorrow, too. Alright?"

"God, yes! Fuck him all you want. Do it in public.

Become his whore. Just tell me all about it!"

"Dan said he's going to take my anal virginity
tomorrow.

Is that okay?"

"In the ass? I hope he does to you what I can't. I'd
love to fuck you in the ass after he's already come
there! I want you to become a horny slut eager for any
man. I want you to have lots of children of all races!
I want you to be a slut and a whore! I want to stay
married to you and raise your little bastards!!"

I didn't say anything, but drifted off to sleep while
Harry continued to fuck me. I awoke two or three times
that night to Harry fucking me. I just fell back to
sleep while he humped away. He'd given me a lot to
think about. I know our marriage had changed, but
whether for good or bad, time would tell.

* * *

Next evening I went to see Dan and we went out for
dinner and dancing. "Dancing," hah! It was more like
dry-humping to music. I hadn't worn panties or
stockings that night as I knew they'd be ripped off if
I did. I didn't even wear a bra, so my huge boobs
bounced around a lot when I wasn't pressed tight
against Dan's body.

Dan sneaked feels of my ass and pussy while we were
dancing. I was so horny, I could feel my juices running
down my legs past my knees under my mini-dress. I'm
sure that if anyone looked, they saw runnels of juice
on my legs. When we got back to our table after
dancing, I could see a damp spot on my chair from when
I was leaking during dinner.

When we got back to his room, he closed the door, stood
me up against it, raised my dress to my waist, undid
his pants, and fucked me standing up against the door.
Anybody walking by in the hall could've heard the
rhythmic pounding of the door and guessed what we were
doing. I think I came on every one of his in strokes. I
lost count of my orgasms on that door. We didn't strip
until he came.

He was still hard when he pulled out, unzipped my dress
and took off his clothes. I merely shrugged off my
dress, kicked off my shoes, and got on the bed. I
suppose I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was,
when Dan began licking my asshole and sticking his
tongue in there.

I protested, but he continued.

He got our combined juices from my pussy and worked
them into my ass with his fingers, always rooting it
around in there as if trying to widen the opening. His
other hand was playing with my pussy and clit, or
caressing the bottom of my boobs as they lay on the
bed. He soon got two, then three fingers into my ass.
Dan had put a lot of sperm in my pussy and his
manipulations made me generate more of my own juices,
and he moved a lot of it to grease up my ass.

When I seemed to take three fingers easily in my ass,
he climbed onto the bed behind me. He got the tip of
his cock pushed against my asshole, then grabbed me by
the hips, saying, "Let me know if I'm going too fast.
I'll try not to hurt you."

He pushed a little bit in. Then a bit more. Then I
could feel his whole cockhead--it's quite big--slip
past my anal ring. He began making in and out
movements, slipping a little deeper each time. He stood
on the bed with his cock embedded in me so that he
could let go of my hips and reach around with one hand
to my pussy and with the other to my boobs. His fingers
on my clit didn't make me forget the cock burying
itself in my ass, but they did make me feel good.

I'd chanced to look at the clock on the bed stand when
I looked up just as his cock touched my asshole, and I
looked again after it was fully embedded inside me, so
I know it took him over half an hour to get it in. It
didn't feel that long, as I was having multiple orgasms
and wanted it to continue forever.

Once he got it in, he slowly began fucking my ass. I
think I encouraged him to go faster and harder. He did,
and soon was fucking me hard and fast. I loved it.
Eventually he came inside me and collapsed on my back,
pushing me flat onto the bed with his cock still
inside. His fingers were still playing with my clit,
giving me little orgasms. Come to think of it, I think
of the time I spent that night in that room, I spent
over half the time having orgasms.

Dan got off of me to head to the restroom, saying,
"I'll clean my cock after it's been in your ass, but if
you do this with other people, you might want to make
sure you're clean yourself before you let someone in
there."

"How?"

"Take an enema before you know you're going to fuck."

When he came back, I said, "Harry's going to fuck my
ass tonight, too. I think he's serious about me
becoming your slut and whore."

Dan smiled and said, "You're serious?"

I nodded.

He said, "Well, there's times when a loose woman can
make a sale easier, so I might take you up on that.
Usually I don't need one, but if you want to try, I can
set it up. Are you using birth control?"

"No, and I'm fertile tonight. You might be having
another little bastard to add to your hundreds of
others. Harry wants me to get pregnant. I want to have
your children. I think I always have."

Dan gave me a shy smile. He asked, "Do you want only my
children, or do you want some stranger's child as
well?"

"Harry wants me not to know who the father of my future
children are, but that's his kink. I want YOU to be the
father of my children."

"But you'd also like to try being a whore?"

"I looked down and said, "Yes. I'd like to try once. If
I don't like it, then I won't do it again. I want to
continue seeing you as long as you want, though. I know
you'll never be faithful to any one woman, so you'd
make a lousy husband, but you're a wonderful lover and
I want you to be the father of my children in fact,
even if you don't help raise them."

"How about this, then. We'll continue meeting as we
have until you're certain that you're pregnant. On my
next trip after we know you're pregnant, I'll set
something up so that you can try taking money to fuck a
stranger. I'll make sure that he's clean. Would that be
okay?"

I smiled and said, "Yes. That sounds fine."

He said, "If you like it, we can continue doing more of
the same. Would you like to try more than one stranger
at a time? I can arrange a gangbang for you, if you
wish. They'd all pay you quite a lot. Men only dream of
finding beautiful women like you who are willing to
take money for a fuck. And you're one of the best fucks
I've ever had."

"Let's see how the first one goes. If I like it, I'll
try it. I know Harry'd like it, but I don't care what
he wants any more, except that he'd like to watch you
fuck me. Would you mind? I think I'd like to cheat in
front of him, and maybe even let him join in. Would you
mind?"

"Not at all. It's so naughty and kinky to fuck a woman
in front of her man that makes it really special. He
can even join in if you want, and you'll know what it's
like to have two cocks in you at the same time. The
women I've done that with all seem to enjoy it."

"Enough talk. Let's fuck."

We fucked two more times that night. I cleaned off the
come and my juices off his cock after both fucks. Then
I went home.

I told Harry everything that happened and what Dan and
I had agreed to, except that I didn't tell Harry that I
was planning to have only Dan's babies. Harry took my
ass during my story. In fact, he seemed to prefer my
ass after that. I had to teach him to play with my clit
and boobs while he was in my ass, but once he learned,
he was a better ass fucker than a pussy fucker, so I
liked it too.

Harry fucked me every chance he could during the next
two weeks.

* * *

When Dan made his scheduled stop two weeks later, I
introduced him to Harry on the first evening. The kids
were with Harry's sister, so like Dan's first visit, we
skipped dinner. We went right to the bedroom, stripping
as we went. Harry got to watch me suck, then fuck Dan.
Then he watched Dan take me in the ass. While in my
ass, Dan held onto me and rolled onto his back and held
my cunt open and invited Harry in. I'd already had so
many orgasms that I wasn't fully aware of what was
going on, and didn't care anyway.

Harry got to fuck my cunt freshly filled with Dan's
spunk while Dan was buried in my ass. When they were
done, Dan told Harry to always wash his cock after
fucking my ass, and then and washed his own. Then they
switched, so I got to feel Dan in my pussy while Harry
fucked my ass. Harry remembered to wash when they were
done.

I'd pretty much orgasmed my way into numbness during
this evening, and wasn't fully awake. I wasn't
unconscious and knew what was happening around me, but
I didn't seem to have any will power. Anything the boys
wanted to do to me was fine by me, just so long as I
kept coming. If either had asked me to suck his dirty
cock after it'd been pulled from my ass, I would've.
I'd'ave let them stick their dirty cocks into my cunt,
too, as long as they made me come.

The boys went downstairs for beer and let me rest while
they drank it. I'm not sure what they talked about, but
from hints dropped by both, I think they were talking
about turning me into a whore. I guess that Dan was
confirming that Harry really wanted me to be one, to
have as many men as I could take as often as I would,
and to get pregnant as frequently as I could.

Dan came upstairs to wash and then kissed me goodbye
until tomorrow night. God! Just his mouth on mine and
his hands on my boobs and cunt could make me come now.

Harry's sister was unable to baby-sit for Dan's next
visit, so Harry stayed home while I went to Dan. We'd
have dinner and then go to his room to fuck. He'd leave
his spunk in my pussy, then in my mouth, then in my
ass, and another two or three in my pussy again. I'd do
this both nights of Dan's visit, then go home and tell
Harry all about it while he fucked me.

Harry seemed to enjoy fucking me while I was asleep
after a visit to Dan. During the rest of the two weeks
between Dan's visits, Harry continued to take me
whenever he could without bothering the kids. I enjoyed
his attentions even though I rarely came from Harry's
fucking me--I'd come from his squeezing my boobs and
playing with my cunt.

By Dan's fourth visit, I knew I was about one month
pregnant. I told Harry once I knew for certain, and he
was overjoyed. He told me to remind Dan that I could
now be a whore. He was fucking me every other night
while I was asleep now. When I told Dan, he couldn't
get enough of me either.

I stayed overnight after calling Harry on the first
night of Dan's fourth visit. I think I slept with Dan's
big cock in me all night long, and we fucked again
before he had to get ready to go to work. We left his
room at the same time.

When I returned that night, we took the edge off with a
quick fuck. While I was sucking him clean, he said,
"You know, if you have a boy, he'll probably be just as
horny as I am. My other boys are. For that matter, the
girls are too. You're going to have to warn them, the
boys especially, not to get unmarried girls pregnant. I
learned that with Debbie."

I stopped licking his cock to kiss him.

He continued, "My kids love to fuck, and will try to
fuck you and each other. Keep them from getting each
other pregnant. If you let them fuck you, try to teach
them how to be good in bed. Teach them to respect and
love women. Teach them that `no' means `no,' but that
won't stop them from trying to turn the `no' into a
`yes.' I plan to make several kids with you, so
remember my warning."

We started fucking again. As usual, he got all my
holes, gave me many orgasms, and left me full of come
for Harry to fuck.

Before I left that night, Dan said, "I can set you up
with a guy who is willing to pay you for an hour of
your time the next time I'm in town. Are you still
willing?"

"God, yes! I've been dripping just thinking about it
since we first talked about it. Although I haven't had
a period since you first fucked me two months ago, I've
had to wear tampons whenever I go out just to keep my
clothes dry. Since Harry learned I was pregnant, he
can't leave me alone. He's come close to fucking me in
front of the kids, but I've stopped him so far. They
must wonder what we're doing running to our bedroom so
often."

He said, "I'll bet they know. Once you take money for a
fuck, you'll be a prostitute, a whore, a hooker, a call
girl. You can never go back. Are you sure this is what
you want?"

"Yes! Bring them on! I've become such a slut for
orgasms, I want all my holes filled with strangers who
want me only for my body and my looks."

"You're going to be a whore only for a few months. I
don't want to endanger your baby, our baby. We'll try
the guy in two weeks to see if you really like it. He's
willing to pay..." and Dan named a sum that was the
equivalent of one week of Harry's very good salary.

My eyes widened at the sum and I let out a "Wow!"

Dan said, "If you like it, that will be the minimum
you'll make per client. You might consider investing in
a gross of condoms if you're at all worried about
disease. I'll try to make sure the johns are clean, but
you can never be sure. I suppose you know the working-
girl word for her customer is her `john.'"

I nodded and said, "I've been researching prostitution
for the last two months. I'm ready."

* * *

For the next two weeks, Harry asked me to stop wearing
underwear and to wear really loose tops and short loose
skirts. He wanted the kids to see him fondling me, to
see my juices flowing down my legs, to see my ass and
pussy when he raised my skirt or when I wasn't careful
about how I sat.

On the second week, he asked me to wear tops he could
unbutton so that the kids could see my huge boobs when
I bent over or when he reached a hand in to fondle
them. I'm so big that our boys probably couldn't see my
nipples as they pressing into the fabric of my top when
I bent over, but they could see them though the loose-
weave fabric anyway or when Harry deliberately left me
uncovered when he took his hand out.

The oldest two, at least, were interested. I found I
could have an orgasm just knowing my kids were ogling
my partially exposed body while surreptitiously
squeezing my breast while covering myself. I was
leaving damp spots on all of the seats in the house,
including on the kids' beds when I tucked them in at
night. If my skirt was long enough to sit on, and
usually it wasn't, it was usually drenched by the end
of the day.

I still took dance classes, but I was losing interest.
My thoughts were constantly on getting fucked. I told
the dance master that I was pregnant and would stop
coming to class soon. I might return after the baby, if
only to get back into shape.

* * *

Dan finally came back in two weeks. I was so high on
sexual tension that the two weeks seemed both to pass
in a flash and to last forever. Dan called before he
arrived to say he'd set it up for his first night here.

This was 1972, and girls exposed a lot more skin then
than they do now. I wore a loose miniskirt that I could
not sit on and a sleeveless shirt that I left
unbuttoned and tied under my breasts. Harry said that
when I walked, the short skirt lifted enough in back to
expose my butt. He also liked seeing my nipples through
the loose weave of the shirt. I also wore high heels,
but nothing else, not even a watch or my wedding ring.

I was dripping all the way to Dan's room that evening.
There was a puddle on the driver's seat when I got out
of the car. I was so excited about becoming a whore and
fucking a strange man for money. I wasn't sure what to
expect when I knocked on Dan's door.

Dan opened it and said, "Come on in. I want you to meet
someone."

I stepped inside and saw a large, slightly pudgy black
man. Dan said, "I want you to meet the man who will
turn you into a whore. He'll be your first trick. Are
you sure this is what you want?"

I said, "Yes! I've been dripping all the way here in
anticipation! Look!" and I raised my skirt to show the
juice running down my legs.

I turned to the man and said, "Hello, I'm Beth. To make
it even better for me, I don't even want to know your
name. I want my first john to be a total stranger."

The man asked, "That's not come on your legs?"

"No, I wouldn't let my husband fuck me before I left.
You can taste it if you want. It's just my juices."

He scooped some out of my cunt, making me shiver in a
mini-climax, then smelled and tasted it. "That's your
juice all right. How about stripping so I can see the
goods."

I slipped out of my top and dropped my skirt, then
slowly pirouetted so he could get a good look at me. I
heard the man say, "Oh, yeah! She's a stone fox. She'll
be worth every penny." He looked at Dan and tried
handing him some money, saying, "Here it is. I'm paying
extra to ride her bareback."

Dan pointed to me and said, "Give it to her. She's the
one working for it."

I counted the money and found the man had given me
about a fifth more than we agreed on. I put it into my
blouse's pocket.

I sat on the bed while the man undressed. He may have
been a bit out of shape, but his cock wasn't--it was
almost as big as Dan's. I inspected it and saw it
looked clean. The man asked, "Is this really your first
time turning tricks?"

I said, "Yes. My husband wants me to do it. You'll be
only my fourth man, and the first whose name I don't
know."

He tossed me further onto the bed and climbed on,
spreading my legs. "Are you ready to become a whore?"

"Yes! I don't need any foreplay! Just fuck me! Turn me
into a hooker!"

His dick made contact with my cunt. He positioned
himself at my hole and asked again, "Do you want to be
a whore? Beg me to make you a whore."

"Please, please turn me into a whore. You've already
paid me, now put your dick in me. Make me earn my pay!"

He slid his dick into me in one long stroke. I came
before he hit bottom. "Ungh! I love it! Fuck your
whore! You've made your whore come!"

He came inside me three times that evening. Dan stayed
dressed, watching from a chair in the corner. I could
see his cock was hard whenever I glanced at him. The
guy just fucked my pussy, but made me clean and suck
his cock between fucks. Maybe he was hoping to put a
black baby in me.

That was the beginning of my career as a prostitute.
For three months until my belly was too pronounced, I
turned tricks for Dan on the first night of his visits,
but stayed with him on the second night. For a few
weeks, I just fucked strange men one on one, but then I
took on two at a time.

I enjoyed having both holes filled by men who were
paying me to do it. Dan always just watched from the
corner, for protection he said. I made more in those
three months than Harry earned in a year. We were well
able to afford the baby when it came, with plenty left
over.

Dan had the same sales route for about two years. He
got me pregnant again a couple of weeks after I had his
daughter. I became a whore again, this time taking on
even larger groups. I was featured at a bachelor party
and took on 14 guys, I think. At a weeks salary each, I
made more that night than Harry made in a year. I loved
getting paid to have sex with strangers.

After Dan's second daughter was born, Dan got me
pregnant again, and again I became a whore. Harry was
disappointed that only Dan was getting me pregnant, but
he loved hearing about all the tricks I was turning. I
was well into this pregnancy and had stopped turning
tricks when Dan's sales route was changed. I think Las
Vegas was on his new route.

Before he left, Dan advised me to invest my money--
several decades' worth of Harry's salary by then--as he
thought high inflation was coming. Dan thought the
government was going to have to pay for LBJ's Great
Society and the Vietnam War somehow, and inflation was
probably easier for the government than raising taxes.
He made several suggestions, most of which worked out.
Harry and I are now multi-millionaires, despite raising
seven kids.

Seven? Yes. After Dan left, I wasn't getting the long
hard cock that I now needed. With Harry's permission, I
became a call girl again after Dan's son was born. I
didn't use protection and finally made Harry's dream
come true about not knowing who the father of my baby
was. I don't know who it was, but he's black.

* * *

Oh, one last thing, sort of an epilogue, if you will.
The sluttier I became with Dan and my johns, the more
Harry wanted me. While I was pregnant and turning
tricks during my second of Dan's babies, Harry finally
started fucking me anywhere in the house, even while
the kids were watching.

He loved to fuck me while watching TV, while nursing,
at dinner, bent over the sink, or bent over the stairs.
As long as it was just us and the kids, he felt no
modesty. I stopped wearing clothes inside the house
when we didn't have guests.

However, I remembered Dan's warning about the kids, and
warned all of them in turn, both Dan's and Harry's, and
my beautiful brown boy as well.

And yes, I did fuck each of my five boys when they made
advances. I figured they ought to learn how to please a
woman before they tried taking some little girl's
cherry. I made them use condoms, both so that they'd
know how to use them and to keep from getting pregnant
myself. Harry asked me to let them get me pregnant, but
I didn't want to take the risk.

And yes, Dan's daughters became very horny, too. I
showed them how to please a man by letting them watch
me with Harry, and then by letting them fuck him, so
long as they used condoms. He didn't actually fuck them
until they'd developed large breasts around when they
were 14. Mine were still bigger than theirs when they
eventually left for college, but not by much. By then,
Harry was fucking them more than me, which was fine as
the boys were always after me and I didn't have as much
time for Harry.

Once the oldest boy started fucking me, I stopped
turning tricks. Fucking my own son was the biggest
turn-on, ever. Dan's son inherited his glib tongue as
well as his big cock. Like Ruth, I've noticed a lot of
redheaded children born to the married women in my
neighborhood.