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Alison Baker's Defilement (wife, intr, nc, piercings, tattoes, lez)
By Carol Collins (carol__collins@hotmail.com)


***


Nick Baker held all the cards in this lawsuit. In his early 
thirties, he was a rising star in the judicial system of the Big 
Apple. Across the table from him, Graham Gray sat with a worried 
look on his face. He was an old acquaintance and the attorney for 
the opposing side in the case. They had to travel to the state 
capitol for today's deposition, and probably would not be able to 
return home until Sunday morning, but everything was working out 
just great. The settlement in this case would involve millions of 
dollars. Nick's fees and prestige from winning this case would 
boost his financial situation and career opportunities. He 
couldn't help but smile very smugly at Graham as the other 
attorney desperately pleaded his weak case. Yes, for Nick Baker, 
life looked pretty good.

Alison Baker stepped out of the shower and patted her tall shapely 
twenty-five year old body dry with the large soft bath towel. She 
momentarily gazed at her reflection in the large bathroom mirrors 
as she finished drying the droplets of water from her beautiful 
body. Her shoulder length brown hair was pinned up on top of her 
head to keep it from getting wet during her quick shower. Her eyes 
were colored like a doe's; large brown pools that shown brightly 
when she became excited. Her full lips held out the promise of 
soft kisses and long nights of passion. Her face was one of 
beauty. Her skin was smooth, soft and white as alabaster. Her 
large breasts were a source of both pride and embarrassment. When 
she was a teenager, her breasts were the largest in her class at 
school. She found it embarrassing that, when boys would carry on a 
conversation with her, that they almost never looked her in the 
eye. They had been to busy staring at her enormous boobs. The fact 
that she was taller most of the boys and that her boobs ended up 
being right in their faces had only added to her embarrassment. No 
wonder Alison was still shy around men.

Alison removed the pins from her hair and shook her head a couple 
of times before picking up a brush and stroking it through her 
golden mane to remove any tangles. She was standing in front of 
the bathroom mirror in the nude. Since she was about six-foot tall 
in her bare feet, her brown pubic bush was visible in the mirror. 

Alison had always been self-conscious of her body, so she laid the 
brush down and went into the bedroom to get dressed as soon as she 
was sure that her hair was laying properly. If a stranger had been 
able to see into the Baker apartment, they would have appreciated 
the brunette's beautiful long legs and shapely bottom. Her body 
was a sex machine that she had never allowed to be used to its 
full potential. She did not know it, but that was a situation that 
was about to change.

Alison opened a dresser drawer and selected her lingerie. Plain 
white silk panties, matching brassiere and a pair of black 
pantyhose.  She slipped the silk garments on with practiced ease. 
A tastefully stylish black dress and matching low heel shoes 
completed her ensemble. Being slightly taller than her husband, 
she rarely wore high heel shoes. She applied a little eye makeup, 
put on a light coating of lip-gloss, hooked a gold chain with her 
St. Christopher pendant around her neck and threaded a pair of 
gold earrings through her earlobes to match her wedding rings. 
Alison picked up her purse, turned out the light in the bedroom 
and went down the stairs to the living room.

She made a last minute visual check of everything in the living 
room just to make sure that everything was in its proper place, 
before she turned out that light, went out the front door and 
locked it. Alison pulled her blue convertible out onto the parkway 
to drive to the airport. Since her husband was out of town, she 
had invited Clare Collins to visit her from Los Angeles. Clare and 
Nick did not get along very well, so this was a great opportunity 
for the two friends to get together since Nick would not be there. 
The problem was that Clare's flight did not arrive until after 
midnight. At least it was Friday night and Clare would not have to 
return to California until the next weekend.  This weekend would 
be like old times for the two friends.

When Alison arrived at the airport, she found out that the flight 
had been delayed and she had to kill almost an hour and a half. 
Though Alison rarely drank, there was a seedy looking man that was 
following her around and giving her the eye, she went into the 
first open doorway, which was airport lounge. The bartender asked 
her, "What is your pleasure?" She started to tell him that she 
didn't want anything to drink, but decided that she would try a 
margarita. She sipped on the delicious drink as she thought about 
the friendship that she and Clare had shared, until twenty minutes 
later when her glass was empty. Alison was thinking of leaving the 
lounge. The television monitor with the schedules of arrivals and 
departures showed that she still had almost an hour to kill. That, 
plus the fact that the weird little man that had been following 
her, was still standing around outside the bar, caused her to stay 
and order another margarita when the bartender asked if she wanted 
a refill.

Alison realized that she should not have had the second margarita 
as she walked toward the gate where Clare was to disembark from 
her plane. Alison was just a little tipsy. Clare was one of the 
last to come out the gate. She was dressed in a red mini dress 
that emphasized her slim and attractive figure. She wore dark 
stockings and high heel shoes, as well. The tall thin blonde was 
still just as beautiful as when she was a teenager. Clare had 
sampled several of the airline's daiquiris on the flight. She was 
feeling the effect of her mixed drinks even more than Alison did. 
They hugged and kissed each other on the cheek. Twenty minutes 
later, they had Clare's baggage and were leaving the airport. 
Perhaps, if Alison had been paying better attention to the 
roadway, instead of trying to listen so intently to Clare's 
stories, she would have seen the piece of jagged metal laying in 
the road before it was to late.

Alison's car lurched and the engine stopped almost immediately. 
The metal in the road had ripped open the oil pain on the blue 
convertible. Alison barely managed to get the car onto the side of 
the road before it came rolling to a halt. She switched off the 
ignition as she and Clare looked at each other. Of all the places 
for the car to break down, it had to be when the expressway passed 
through the worst part of town. Alison timidly got out of the car 
to take a quick look at the oil spill that marked the path that 
the car had traveled since it had hit the jagged metal bar. She 
got back in the car and locked the doors.

Alison looked at Clare, smiled and said, "Don't worry, Nick gave 
me a cellular phone for just such emergencies."  She pulled her 
phone from her purse and tried to turn it on. Her smile 
disappeared. "Of all the times to have a dead battery!" She cried 
as she shoved the phone back into her purse. Clare had left her 
phone back in Los Angeles. Now, she wished that she had brought it 
with her.

A bus pulled over just a hundred feet or so ahead of them. A man 
in a gray uniform shirt and pants came back to their car. He was 
white, in his forties, had black hair and a friendly smile. Alison 
rolled down her window a couple of inches as he came around to the 
driver's side of her car. "Good evening, Ladies. I saw the oil in 
the road and noticed that you were out here alone. It's after two 
o'clock in the morning and you are not safe in this area.  May I 
offer the two of you a lift?" Alison was reluctant to leave the 
safety of her car until he told her, "You realize that a 
convertible has a tent for a roof. It anyone wants inside, all 
they have to do is cut a hole in the top with a knife." Alison and 
Clare looked at each other for a few seconds before they both 
decided to take the nice man's offer.

Alison got her purse and locked the doors of her car. They would 
call a tow truck as soon as they reached a telephone. The man, who 
introduced himself as Smithy, carried Clare's bags as they walked 
toward the bus. Just as they were about to board the bus, Alison 
noticed that it had the name of a professional basketball team 
painted on the side. She didn't think much about what the name 
indicated until she had boarded the bus and saw who the other 
occupants were. The bus was full of very famous basketball 
athletes. And, they were all black.

Alison felt very uncomfortable. She would have turned around and 
left the bus if it weren't for the fact that she was worried that 
two women, alone on the expressway, at this time of night, may as 
well have a target painted on them. "Besides," she assured 
herself, "she and Clare could depend on Smithy for protection." 
Two of the players moved over to leave one seat next to each 
empty. Clare sat down next to one of the tall basketball players 
and smiled prettily at him. Alison meekly sat next to the other 
player. Smithy sat down in the driver's seat, closed the bus's 
door, turned off the interior lights, put the bus in gear and 
pulled back out onto the nearly deserted expressway.

Alison could see that Clare had already started a conversation 
with her seatmate. Alison glanced sideways at the very tall black 
man that had shared his seat with her. In the darkened interior of 
the bus, details were hard to make out, but she could tell that he 
was rather handsome. Alison had always been taller than the 
average person. She was even taller than her own husband was. 
Sitting beside the basketball famous ball player made her feel 
small. She was already at a disadvantage because of having the two 
drinks earlier and her auto breaking down. Now, she felt a little 
physical intimidation because of the tall black man's sheer size.
Alison almost jumped when the man beside her placed his large 
black hand on her thigh. She looked directly at him for the first 
time. "How dare he!" She thought to herself as she reached down 
and pushed his very large hand from her leg. She looked around to 
see if there was another seat that she could move to.  

Unfortunately, all the other seats appeared to be used by the 
sleeping players as they stretched out on them. Alison did not 
want to ask to be let off the bus. The area that the bus was 
traveling through still was not safe for two women to be stranded 
in at this time of night.

Alison looked over at Clare. Perhaps she could come up with a 
solution to their problem? What she saw shocked her. It was hard 
to make out the details, but it appeared that Clare and the much 
taller black basketball player beside her were engaged in an 
intimate whispered conversation. Alison could not hear them, but 
could tell that Clare was enjoying herself from the soft sounds of 
laughter that her blonde friend made as the black man whispered in 
her ear. The black hand's movement on Clare's thigh caught 
Alison's eye. Alison's heart almost stopped beating for a moment 
when she saw the man beside Clare lean down to kiss her blonde 
friend with his large soft lips.

Alison had not been raised to be racially prejudiced, but seeing 
her best friend willingly returning the kiss of a tall black man 
that was a virtual stranger to her, caused her heart to beat a 
little faster. The streetlights along the expressway illuminated 
the movements of the stranger's large black hand as it moved up 
and down the thin blonde's thigh. Alison could not believe her 
eyes as she saw Clare parting her thighs to let the roving hand 
have access to her feminine treasures. Hearing Clare moaning was a 
good indication of where the hand had went after it had 
disappeared under her skirt.

Alison pressed her thighs together in an effort to suppress the 
tingling sensations that were emanating from her stiffening 
clitoris. She had always been embarrassed when her body reacted to 
sexual situations. Alison had always tried to maintain control and 
was not comfortable with her body's reactions to sensual stimuli. 
When she felt the return of the large hand on her own thigh, 
Alison wanted to remove it again, but sat motionless. It felt as 
if she didn't have the strength to lift her arms or legs as her 
hormonal levels reacted to the image of Clare eagerly kissing the 
tall black man across the aisle and the hand that was now 
massaging her own nylon covered thigh. She could not even make 
herself turn away from the scene that was taking place only a few 
feet from where she sat.

Clare had spread her legs even more for the long thin questing 
fingers.  Clare was not wearing pantyhose. She had told Alison 
that most men did not find pantyhose to be sexy. Clare was wearing 
black stockings and a garter belt. Her light skin made quite a 
contrast to the black nylon of her hose and the large black hand 
that had moved between her legs and was massaging her vagina 
through her red panties. Alison watched as the basketball player's 
other hand slowly unzipped the back of the pretty blonde's red 
dress. The back strap of a red brassiere could be seen as the 
dress parted. Clare didn't seem to mind the fact that a large 
black man was undressing her on a crowded bus as the dress slipped 
forward on her shoulders. Clare had broken away from the kiss. 

Alison hoped that she would call a halt to what the ball player 
was doing to her so that they could stop the bus and get off, but, 
instead, Clare laid her head against the headrest and closed her 
eyes. Her seatmate wasted little in unhooking Clare's red 
brassiere. Alison had not seen Clare's breasts since high school 
gym class. Although relatively small, at least compared to 
Alison's D cup breasts, they stood almost straight out and had 
long thick nipples. Clare made a gasping sound as the man's thick 
lips encircled a nipple and began sucking on it.

Although Alison had been motionless as she had watched her friend 
being seduced by the tall black basketball player, her seat 
companion had been busy.  Alison had held her legs together very 
tightly as he had moved his catcher's mitt sized hand up and down 
her quivering thigh. Alison tried to ignore the hand and the 
sensations that were rippling through her beautiful body in the 
hopes that they would all go away. The hand moved up and down her 
leg, moving farther north each time, until it was almost 
completely under the hem of her designer black dress. Alison's 
clitoris was now tingling far too much to ignore. She shifted in 
her seat, in a half-hearted effort to move away from the exploring 
black hand, only to find that she had actually opened herself up 
to him even more.

Across the aisle, Alison could see that the man had shifted his 
big lips to Clare's other breast. The nipples, that had just been 
in his mouth, shone wetly in the dim light and was swollen to over 
twice its original size. One of the black man's hands was almost 
buried under the red dress that was draped across the writhing 
blonde's lap. Her red brassiere lay in the aisle on the floor, 
forgotten.

Alison's attention was brought back to her own body as she felt 
the hand under her dress reach the top of her leg. A finger was 
rubbing the crotch of her pantyhose as the hand rested on her 
upper thigh. Alison tried to clamp her thighs together to prevent 
such intimate contact, but only succeeded in trapping the finger 
against her sensitive mound. He immediately began to wiggle his 
finger against the moistening crotch of her panties and pantyhose. 
She experienced what felt to be a maddening itch that she knew 
could only be scratched by a man. And, the only man currently 
available was not her husband.  Instead, it was a seven-foot tall 
black man with skin so dark; she could barely make out his facial 
features on the dimly lit bus.

Clare's cry of delight caused Alison to turn her head toward the 
couple across the way. The tall black basketball player next to 
Clare had stood up and his elastic waistband jogging pants was 
down around his ankles. Standing out in front of him was what 
appeared to be the radiator hose from her car. It was at least ten 
inches long and more than two inches thick. Clare's eyes were 
shining in the dark as she took hold of the awesome black pole 
with both hands and stroked up and down a few times. "It's 
magnificent!" She whispered just before she leaned forward and 
took the head into her wide-open mouth.

The man next to Alison had managed to turn his hand to cover her 
mound and was now vigorously massaging her sensitive clitoris. 
Alison pushed back into the seatback as waves of miniature orgasms 
passed through her body. She was unable to protest as a dark face 
descended onto hers and thick lips muffled her moans. Her hands 
tried to push the molesting hand from between her legs, but were 
ineffectual. The longest tongue Alison had ever encountered snaked 
into her mouth and probed every recess of her oral cavity. She 
hardly even noticed as his other hand massaged her D cup breasts. 
Soon, the sensations were so over powering, Alison reluctantly 
surrendered to them.

At first, Alison had simply sat there, with her arms at her sides, 
as the back of her dress was unzipped and pulled down in front. 
When her white silk brassiere was unhooked and removed, letting 
her large sensitive breasts bobble in the cool air. A pair of 
thick suctioning lips was attached to her sensitive nipples; she 
began a series of climaxes. She was barely aware of when he had 
pulled the hem of her dress up and slipped his hand down the front 
of her pantyhose and panties. She was very aware of when his 
fingers began direct manipulation of her clitoris and began 
sinking so very deep into her moist slit.

If poor Alison had not had those two margaritas to drink, she 
might not have ended up in this situation. Just having watched the 
road more closely, would have prevented this from happening. She 
lay back against the seat with her eyes looking down at the face 
of the very tall black man that was sucking her nipples and 
driving her into a state of uncontrollable sexual heat. A cry from 
across the aisle caused Alison to look. Clare, now dressed in only 
her garter belt and nylon stockings, was straddling the basketball 
player's huge cock as he sat in his seat. Almost half of the black 
pole had disappeared inside of her friend's belly. Alison could 
not believe such a huge tool could possibly fit inside of Clare's 
little vagina. Large black hands gripped the pretty blonde's 
narrow waist and pulled her all the way down on the huge ebony 
shaft. Clare wiggled about like a bug stuck on a pin as she came.

The athlete working on Alison pulled her pantyhose and panties 
down and off in one smooth motion. She was left sitting with her 
smooth bottom on the rough fabric of the bus seat and her 
expensive designer black dress wrapped around her waist. She 
wanted to resist as her legs were pushed open, but the seven-foot 
basketball player was too strong for her to stop now. He knelt on 
the floor in front of her and buried his head between her legs. 

She noticed that his long thick tongue was the size of an ex-
boyfriend's cock as it penetrated her wet slit. Try as she might 
to end the sequence of events, Alison was powerless to stop them. 
When the thick lips wrapped around her clitoris, she lost any 
interest in halting the sexual sensations she was now feeling as 
wave after wave of climaxes passed through her.

Alison was brought to several major orgasms before the seven-foot 
giant rose up, slipped down his jogging pants and unleashed his 
gigantic black cock.  At first, Alison thought that he held a 
section of fire hose in his hands.  Then, she realized that the 
massive piece of dark meat was for real. Never in her relatively 
short life had she even imagined that a penis could become so 
huge. It was even bigger than the one that must, even now, be 
tearing up the insides of her best friend. Alison sat, as if 
hypnotized, as the basketball player that still wore her juices 
smeared across his face, gripped the under side of her knees, 
raised them into the air, and guided the uncircumcised end of his 
huge black dong to the entrance to her femininity.

She wanted to stop him. She wanted to get up and run. She wanted 
him to stop because she wasn't on the pill. Alison had developed a 
reaction to the side effects of birth control pills and had 
stopped taking them. She had, from that time onward, insisted that 
Nick always wear a rubber. Now, as she felt the baseball bat sized 
cock head nuzzling around in her dripping vagina, she couldn't 
find her voice to tell the black man not to have sex with her 
without using a rubber.

Alison felt a pain in her stretching vagina as the seven-foot 
black began to lean into her, causing her vagina to expand as the 
huge round cock head was forced into her under sized vagina. 
Alison was only able to moan as she felt it slip inside and 
stretch her opening more than it had ever been stretched before. 
He realized that she was nearly a virgin. Actually, she was a 
virgin in the upper recesses of her vagina. He was about to plum 
those virgin depths with his foot long cock.

By this time, Clare had cum several times and her black stud had 
filled her stretched out pussy with sperm. She was on the pill, 
so, had nothing to worry about, as far as becoming pregnant. She 
once again was sucking on the black cock as she watched Alison out 
of the corner of her eye. She was amazed at the way her brunette 
friend was reacting to the advances of the tall black man. Alison 
had always been so aloof. She didn't think Alison had ever lost 
control before. And now, the biggest and blackest cock that Clare 
had ever seen was screwing her married friend. And, Clare had seen 
many black cocks. Since she had lived in California, she had 
several black boyfriends. She loved the contrast of their black 
skin next to her white, naturally blonde skin. She especially 
loved it when they were as well endowed as these two were.

Alison's universe was centered on her vagina and the telephone 
pole sized cock that was beginning to stroke in and out of it. She 
would have had the will power to force her husband to don a 
prophylactic before he could enter her.  But, with this tall 
aggressive black man, she lay back meekly as his hard black penis 
was shoved up into her belly without a rubber. Alison lay back on 
the bus seat as the massive tool forced its way passed the point 
in her vagina that had been reached by her husband and the couple 
of white boys she had sex with before she had gotten married. She 
looked up into the black man's face as he sank his cock into the 
tight white pussy that was stretched around his black cock.

The black dick would penetrate an extra inch, only to recede an 
inch or two. Alison could feel her internal organs being pushed 
out of the way as her belly was filled full of more meat than she 
had ever thought possible. She was whimpering as the last inch was 
driven deep into her tummy. She came as soon as she felt the extra 
course black pubic hair touch her swollen clit. He just knelt 
there, on his knees, as the sexy white woman shook and wiggled on 
his buried cock, with a big smile on his face. What made it even 
more exciting for him was the gleam on the wedding ring set on the 
ring finger of the beautiful brunette's left hand. He was getting 
some white man's wife's pussy and he was reaching places in her 
cunt that he just knew that her husband never would. His balls 
began to thump up and down as he thought that he might be making 
her pregnant with his baby. His cum spewed out of his swollen cock 
in spurt after spurt until he had more than filled the pretty 
housewife's belly w is potent sperm.

Clare had seen that Alison was practically having convulsions as 
she orgasmed around the cuming black cock buried in her over 
stretched vagina.  Clare had never liked Nick and found the 
thought of Alison letting other men fuck her to be sexually 
stimulating. The big black cock in her mouth had reached full 
height again. Clare climbed up and sat on it once more, letting 
herself slide down the wet shiny black shaft until her belly was 
once again full. She remembered that Alison couldn't take birth 
control pills, which meant that, in nine months, Alison might 
present Nick with a surprise. Clare found the thoughts to be so 
exciting that she began to have a long series of orgasms as she 
bounced up and down.

The bus had let Alison and Clare off at a taxi stand. They had
re-arranged their clothing and went to the bus restroom to freshen 
up a little.

Each of them had swollen vaginas that still dribbled cum into the 
crotch of their panties as they stepped down from the bus's steps. 
Smithy had grinned as he said, "You ladies be sure and cum again 
sometime." He laughed as he closed the door of the bus and drove 
away. The taxi driver had loaded Clare's bags into the trunk as 
Alison gently sat down on the back seat of the cab. Clare was 
accustomed to large black cocks and was not as sore as her 
married, but innocent friend. She grinned as she thought of making 
Nick a cuckold. While she was here this week, she decided to make 
it her goal to see how many different cocks she could arrange to 
screw Alison. After all, Clare loved screwing as much as any man, 
and did not see any reason for Alison to go through life feeling 
differently.

Just before they reached Nick and Alison's apartment, Alison began 
to cry. Clare fished a napkin from her purse and passed it to her 
friend. Clare felt sorry for her friend, but knew that Alison 
would get over such feelings by the third or fourth affair that 
she had.

Graham had received a phone call and had left the proceedings to 
return to New York City. He had managed to orchestrate a maneuver 
that would keep Nick Baker in the state capitol for almost a week. 
Graham did not have a strong legal case, but he was crafty and 
conniving. If he could not win a case by ordinary means, he was 
not dumb enough to let a little thing such as Ethics get in the 
way. He had assigned his detectives to follow the major players on 
the opposite side of this case in hopes that he could find 
something to blackmail them with. Tonight, he may have hit pay 
dirt.

Graham had Jones, a weasel looking little man following Alison 
Baker for the last three days. He really had not expected anything 
to come of the investigation since he and Alison had dated a few 
times before she had married the smug, Mr. Thinks He Knows It All, 
Nick Baker, and knew she was to shy to give him an ammunition. 

Jones had excitedly told him the story of Alison's car breaking 
down on the expressway, how a bus full of black basketball team 
members picked her and some blonde bimbo up. What was surprising 
was that, a little over an hour later, the two women were let out 
at a taxi stand with their dresses wrinkled and their hair in 
tangles! Jones swore that they had been fucked!

Jones had taken both still pictures and videotape of the two 
women.  Unfortunately, the pictures would not be incriminating 
enough to use for blackmail. Graham was driving well above the 
speed limit as he hurried toward New York City and Alison's 
apartment. If there were any truth to Jones's allegations, he had 
a better chance of finding evidence if he arrived before the sluts 
had time to wash the cum from their panties.

Clare knew what would make Alison feel better. She poured two 
glasses of Chardonnay, a white wine, went to the master bath, 
turned on the tab to send hot water cascading into the tub, poured 
some bubble bath and oils into the swirling water and went into 
the bedroom to help the crying woman out of her sperm soaked 
clothing. The insides of Clare's thighs were slick with the semen 
that had leaked from her saturated panties to the tops of her 
thigh high stockings. She loved the feeling of being a sperm 
soaked slut. She wanted her friend to loosen up and also enjoy the 
pleasures that life had to offer. Being in Los Angeles had helped 
her. Clare had always been wild, but Alison did not even suspect 
some of the things that she had done since moving to California.  

On the weekends, Clare was making X-rated  porno tapes. She was 
still just locally known, but was planning on becoming nationally 
known soon. She had specialized in interracial porn. The bigger 
and blacker the cocks in her mov the more videotapes the buyers 
wanted.

Alison meekly followed her fair-haired friend to the bathroom and 
let her peel the clothing from her sore body. The warm water felt 
soothing to her abused body as she slowly settled into the bath. 
Clare handed her one of the glasses of wine, picked up the other 
and made a toast, "Here's to the female orgasm!" Alison 
automatically sipped the cool liquid as Clare drank her wine.  

Alison's mind was in turmoil. She felt incredibly guilty because 
she had, for the first time, cheated on her husband. As far as she 
knew, Nick had never strayed. Alison felt like a cheap slut as a 
tear rolled down her pretty face.

The warm bath and the glasses of wine helped Alison forget, just a 
little, what had happened tonight. She was high and did not 
protest when Clare peeled her own clothing off and joined Alison 
in the large tub. Alison was so drunk that she openly stared at 
Clare's thin blonde body as she settled down in the tub with her. 

Alison knew it was wrong for her nipples to harden as her friend's 
body wetly slid against her own. Alison was on her fourth glass of 
wine and was too far-gone to protest as a pair of arms encircled 
her nude body and drew her body against Clare's. "Poor Alison. You 
have had such a trying night. I'll help you forget what has 
happened. We don't need those nasty men to make us feel good. Let 
me show you." With those words, Clare brought her lips gently to 
Alison's soft warm mouth. After all that had happened, and the 
wine, Alison was too slow to react and protest. Besides, the kiss 
was soft and gentle, as only another woman would be able to kiss. 

"Clare was her best friend and would never do anything to harm 
her," she thought as she lay passively in the horny blonde's arms. 
They shared slow wet passionate kisses for the next fifteen 
minutes.

Alison was actually disappointed when Clare had stopped kissing 
her and had risen from the cooling bath water. She watched as 
Clare sensuously dried her own body, then helped her out and dried 
hers. Alison was passive as she was led to her and her husband's 
marriage bed. The patchwork quilt, that Alison had been so proud 
of, was pulled from the king size bed and dropped on the floor.  

Clare had her inebriated and confused friend lie on the bed. For 
years, Clare had wanted the tall well-endowed brunette in this 
position. Occasionally, Clare would masturbate as she thought of 
what she would love to do to her innocent minded friend. Now, she 
had Alison right where she wanted her.

Alison lay her head on the pillow with her hair spread out around 
her head like an angel's wings. Her nipples and inner labia were 
red and swollen from the treatment that the tall black basketball 
player had given them earlier in the night. In her mind, there 
were warnings about what she knew that Clare was going to do to 
her. Her mental turmoil over having cheated on her husband for the 
first time, and the effects of the Chardonnay wine, blocked her 
ability to resist the emotions that made her want to have Clare 
hug and kiss her some more. Clare wasted little time in doing so.

Clare lay on top of Alison. Her thigh moved between Alison's, 
causing her thigh to rub against the brunette's swollen and 
hypersensitive vagina. The blonde rubbed her swollen mound against 
her friend's thigh even as her lips met Alison's. The kiss lasted 
for several minutes before Clare inserted her tongue into Alison's 
partly open mouth. After the events on the bus, and the sexually 
charged state of each of their bodies, Alison found little trouble 
being able to climax as the two women embraced and massaged each 
other's vaginas with their thighs.

Clare moved down and sucked Alison's redden nipples. She delighted 
in the expressions on her friend's face as she slipped her hand 
down Alison's smooth tummy to play with the moistening hair 
fringed slit. Alison was not able to exercise any control over her 
sexually excited body. Tonight, for virtually the first time in 
her life, she had completely lost control over her libido. When 
Clare's middle finger began to tease her erect clitoris, she built 
up to a powerful climax. By the time Alison had become aware of 
what was happening again, Clare had slid down and had parted her 
friend's vagina lips and was wrapping her lips around the swollen 
clit. Alison bucked and wiggled about on the bed as she was forced 
to endure one massive orgasm after the other.  Twenty-seven 
minutes, and a countless number or orgasms later, Alison's sweat 
soaked body lost consciousness.

*

Alison awoke slowly. She had a slight hangover. She opened her 
eyes to see Clare lying in bed next to her. A sheet covered them, 
but underneath the sheet, she knew that they were nude. Then, 
memories of the previous night came flooding back through her 
mind. She sat up quickly as the shock of what she had done sank 
into her mind. The sudden movement did not help her hangover-
fogged brain. Alison looked down at where the sheet had fallen 
away from her large breasts. Her nipples were swollen and red in 
color. They were also extra sensitive.

Alison looked over at Clare and saw that her eyes were open. 
Alison asked, "Did everything that I remember actually happen last 
night?" Clare asked her what she remembered. Alison named off the 
items on her mental list. Clare nodded her pretty head for each 
item. Alison blushed as she mentioned the things that she and 
Clare had done in bed. Clare only smiled at her friend.

Alison had to pee. She got out of bed and almost ran to the 
bathroom. She sat down on the commode and let her water drain from 
her body. After she had finished, she automatically reached for 
some toilet tissue to dry herself. As she patted herself, she made 
a startling discovery; her pubic hair was gone.  She cried out, 
"No!" As she jumped up and ran to the mirrors. She could see the 
reflection of her almost flat belly in the mirror. The gentle 
curve under her tummy was completely bald. It was not trimmed. It 
was bald! Her puffy vagina lips and the swollen inner labia, which 
were hanging out since last night, could be seen in the mirror. 

Alison grabbed the edge of the bathroom sink to steady herself, as 
the room seemed to go around in a circle for a moment.  "Doesn't 
it look beautiful?" Clare, also naked, spoke from the doorway.

"What have you done to me? How will I explain this to Nick when he 
gets home?" Alison asked as she looked at her reflection.

"Just tell him that you did it to wear bathing suits. Hell, men 
hardly ever notice anything anyway. Nick is no different. In fact, 
most men get turned on by bald beavers." Clare moved up behind 
Alison and wrapped her arms around her nude friend. Alison felt 
Clare's bare breasts and pubic hair covered mound pressing against 
her back. "I shaved you last night after you had passed out.  From 
now on, when some one eats your delicious slit, they won't get 
pubic hair stuck between their teeth. If you want to, I'll let you 
shave me."

Alison watched in the mirror as Clare's hands moved up to caress 
her D cup breasts. By the time Alison's hand had moved up to push 
her friend's hands away, Clare's fingers were gently pinching her 
enlarged nipples. Instead of being able to push the questing 
fingers away, Alison's hands were only able to cover them as she 
felt the erotic sensations emanating from her breasts. One of 
Clare's hands moved down her smooth belly and caressed her 
hairless vagina lips. Alison was amazed at the intensity of the 
sensations that resulted from having her bald pussy played with by 
another woman. She found that she had no will power to say no when 
Clare led her back to bed.

Clare positioned the brunette in the middle of the rumpled bed 
before she went down on her again. Alison was responding to her 
friend's tongue and lips by cuming several times. When Clare 
turned around to settle her own pussy down onto Alison's face, 
Alison was so sexually excited, she did to Clare's clit and 
vagina, exactly what Clare had done to hers. Finally, after all 
these years, Clare had gotten Alison right where she had always 
wanted her. Clare reached several large orgasms as she rocked her 
cunt back and forth on Alison's pretty face.

The two women lay together in the bed with their arms around each 
other.  Alison's mind was in a state of confusion. The last twelve 
hours were the most debasing of her life. They were also the most 
erotic and sexually satisfying.  She had found that by finally 
letting go with her sexuality that she had mind-blowing orgasms. 
She looked into Clare's face to find her blonde lover smiling at 
her just before they kissed. The doorbell interrupted them.

Both women got out of bed and put on robes. They went downstairs 
to see who was bothering them. It was after noon on Saturday and 
Alison was not expecting visitors and Nick had left a message that 
he would not be back for several days. Alison looked out the 
peephole and saw that it was Graham Gray.  She had dated him 
before she and Nick were married. She had expected him to be at 
the Capitol with Nick while they were arguing their cases and 
giving depositions. She wondered what he was doing here as she 
unlocked the door to let him in.

Graham had the photos in his pocket as the door opened. Alison's 
hair was slightly tangled and her lipstick was smeared. She had on 
a pink robe that was just thin enough to see her nipples 
protruding from her large breasts. He brought his eyes up to meet 
hers before she got mad about him staring at her big tits. "Hello, 
Alison. Long time no see. Do you mind if I come in to talk?" He 
brushed by the tall brunette and entered the living room without 
giving her time to answer. He saw Clare sitting on the sofa 
smoking a cigarette in a blue robe that probably belonged to Nick. 
Graham remembered the night he had fucked the pretty blonde in the 
ass and his cock got even harder in his pants. "Hello, Clare. This 
is a surprise finding you here." Actually, it wasn't. He had 
recognized her in the pictures as she and Alison were getting off 
the basketball team bus.

Clare said, "Hello, Graham. Are you as big of an asshole as you 
were the last time I was in New York?" She was referring to the 
night that he had gotten her high on pot and had anal sex with her 
while she was to high to protest.  Even though Graham had a small 
dick, her anus had been sore because he had not used lubricant. 
Graham laughed and nodded his head.

"Actually, that is part of the reason I am here. Some one has 
given me some pictures that were taken last night. They are very 
incriminating. It shows the two of you getting on a bus with a 
bunch of black basketball monkeys with your hair and clothing all 
neat and fresh. Then the other pictures show the two of you 
getting off the bus with your hair and clothing all wrinkled and 
in disarray. The Good Lord only knows what Nick or your family 
would think of these pictures." He removed the pictures from his 
pocket and lay them on the coffee table in front of the two women.

Alison felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She 
reached with shaking hands and grabbed up the photos. She ripped 
them into hundreds of pieces and flung them into the wastepaper 
basket. Graham reached into his pocket and pulled another set of 
the pictures out and held them up for Alison to see. "Destruction 
of other people's property is a crime. I'm willing to overlook 
your violation of the law just like I am willing to keep your 
indiscretions a secret. I do, however, need a favor, and I believe 
that you two can help me." Alison saw the pictures in her ex-
boyfriend's hands and her shoulders slumped in defeat. Clare 
didn't really care if he showed the pictures to the whole country, 
but she was curious and wanted to know what he had in mind.

It was at that moment that Alison remembered that she had not 
called a tow truck to pick up her car. When she had gotten off the 
bus, she had been too upset to call. After she had gotten home and 
had the glasses of wine, she had completely forgotten. She excused 
herself and went to the other room to call the dealer and get them 
to tow in her car, or, whatever was left of it after setting on 
the side of the expressway over night. While she was gone, Clare 
told Graham that she personally did not care if he put the 
pictures on the evening news. He decided that, since he was only 
after Nick, and therefore, only Alison interested him, that he 
would try to bring Clare in on his side. He explained the 
situation to her and offered to buy her a new Lexus if she would 
assist him in corrupting the previously innocent housewife. For a 
new Lexus, Clare would have been willing to debase and defile the 
Virgin Mary. She agreed to betray her best friend before Alison 
returned to the room.

When Alison came back to the living room and sat down on the sofa, 
Graham explained to her that he had a detective agency and that 
his female operatives had quit last week. In return for the 
pictures and the negatives, he needed them to assist Mr. Jones in 
an investigation. He would only require their services for 
tonight, and they would never see him or the pictures again. He 
assured them that they would be perfectly safe and that, "Nick 
would never know what you did last night." Alison did not want to 
do it, but Clare talked her into it. When Alison agreed, Graham 
told them that Mr. Jones would be there in two hours with their 
disguises. He kissed each of them on the cheek before leaving. 
After he left the apartment, he mumbled something about, "Fucking 
sluts."

Alison was very upset. Clare led her to the kitchen and fixed a 
light breakfast for them. Graham had explained what was to happen 
tonight and she knew that they would need the energy.

*

Alison recognized Mr. Jones as the man with the weasel face that 
she had seen at the airport the previous night. He waited in the 
living room as she and Clare carried the boxes of clothing up to 
the upstairs bedroom. Alison opened the box with her name on it 
and almost went into shock. These clothes looked like the kind of 
clothes that a common streetwalker wore. She wouldn't even wear 
such clothes in the privacy of her own bedroom when Nick had asked 
her to.  She certainly had no intention of wearing such an outfit 
out in public. Even the two glasses of Chardonnay that Clare had 
given before their bath her had not clouded her judgement this 
much!

Clare was already getting into her clothes. Alison watched as her 
friend wrapped a dainty pink garter belt around her tiny waist and 
hooked it. She twisted it around until it hung just right. Next, 
she picked up a pair of suntan silk stockings, slipped them up her 
legs and attached them to her garter belt. She pulled out a pair 
of four-inch white stiletto high heel shoes and buckled the ankle 
straps around her small ankles.  Even Alison, after what had 
recently happened between Clare and her, had to admit that Clare 
was a sexy vision as she moved around the bedroom in such erotic 
lingerie. Alison almost hated to see her friend pull the small 
pink panties up and cover her love mound. Clare found no brassiere 
in the box. The only other piece of clothing was a thin pink silk 
wrap mini dress. She put it on and turned around all the way, like 
a fashion model does, as she asked for Alison's opinion.

Clare came over and helped the protesting Alison to get dressed in 
the skimpy prostitute's disguise. A black garter belt with lace 
trim went around her small waist. Next, a pair of black silk 
stockings with a seam up the back were pulled up her legs and 
attached to the garter belt. A pair of black four-inch high 
stiletto heels was buckled on her feet. A pair of black crotchless 
panties were slid up her legs and pulled into place. Next, a black 
brassiere was hooked around her chest. Alison looked down and was 
shocked to see that the centers of the bra cups were cut out and 
that her breast were lifted and her red sensitive nipples were 
held out as if begging to be sucked on. She glanced in a mirror 
and saw her bald vagina plainly visible through the cut out in the 
panties. She took a couple of swallows of the fresh glass of wine 
that Clare gave her as she thought of the embarrassment of being 
out in public with such sinful lingerie under her outer clothing.

Clare put her arms around her long time friend in a gesture that 
was meant to imply support, but was only done to feel Alison's 
sexy body against her own. Clare had slipped the pill that Graham 
had given her when he was here into Alison's first glass of wine. 

She could tell that the brunette was a little high as she ran her 
hands down over the shapely bottom and found that the black 
crotchless panties even left the crack of Alison's beautiful ass 
exposed. She kissed Alison's unresisting mouth for a couple of 
minutes before she heard Jones yelling for them to, "Hurry up! We 
ain't got all night!"

Clare found that Alison's white dress was also a thin silk wrap 
dress. It was made of an almost transparent material and was about 
two sizes to small.  Where it flapped over in front was only a few 
inches. Alison would have to be very careful when she sat down, or 
even when she was walking, or else the dress would fall open and 
expose her nipples peeking through the brassiere cup cut outs and 
her bare pussy lips through her crotchless panties. When Clare 
stepped back to get a better look at the over-all image that the 
innocent housewife would convey to everyone that saw her tonight. 
She saw that the combination of a thin white dress and black sexy 
lingerie was visually stunning. Every article of black lingerie 
could be seen, including the cutouts in her bra and panties, 
through the thin white material of her dress. Clare knew that if 
she were going to get Alison out of the door of her apartment in 
these clothes, she would have to keep her friend away from 
mirrors.

Mr. Jones almost swallowed his chewing gum as he saw the two women 
descend the stairs. His little needle dick got harder than it had 
been in years as he imagined all the things he would like to do to 
the young women. "To bad the boss has other plans for the two 
bitches," he thought to himself, "I would show them how a real man 
could fuck them." He reached down and pulled his small throbbing 
pecker to one side as he held the front door open for Clare and 
Alison to leave the relative safety of Alison's apartment.

*

Jones had dropped Clare and Alison off at a street corner in a 
rough part of town. "A large Linclon Town Car will be through here 
in a few minutes with four men inside. Do whatever you have to do 
to get them to stop. Let them pick you up and take you to their 
apartment. Once you get there, be on the look out for a stolen 
computer system. It's a new ZL1 system. It's a big machine and you 
can't miss it. They may have it in a bedroom. Here are two panic 
button transmitters. Push them when you find the computer or if 
you think you are in danger." There were no stolen ZL1 computers. 
The four men were four of the biggest, blackest and meanest rapist 
that his detective agency had ever investigated. Graham had bailed 
them out of jail just to do this job for him.

And, the panic button transmitters that Jones had handed the two 
women, were just kids toys that did not really work. He was grinning
ear to ear as he drove off to park in an alley and record the 
coming events on video and photos.

The videotape would show, through the telephoto lens, close-ups of 
Clare and Alison working the street corner like any other pair of 
whores. He had them redo their make up in the car. They really 
were painted up like cheap hookers.  Jones zoomed out as the big 
Linclon pulled up to the curb. The car blocked the shot enough so 
that the viewer was not aware that Alison had taken several steps 
back away from the curb when she saw how rough the huge black men 
in the car appeared to be. Clare reached over and pulled her 
forward. Jones recorded Clare getting into the front seat as 
Alison was pulled into the back seat. The car sped away.

Jones started his car and followed the Linclon to the abandoned 
apartment building where the four men lived. His video camera 
managed to record, through his windshield, as the two men in the 
back of the big car took turns kissing the brunette in the back 
seat. What could not be seen was the way their hands had opened 
the front of Alison's wrap dress and the way that they were 
molesting her body with their large black fingers. It also did not 
record the way she was desperately pressing the button on the 
kiddy toy in her right hand.

When they arrived at the abandoned building, Alison was pulled 
from the back of the vehicle with her dress hanging open. With one 
huge black man on her right side, and another on her left, they 
continued to maul her large sensitive breasts and now very wet 
vagina, as she was practically carried into the building. Jones 
almost felt sorry for the dumb bitch. He had seen how these guys 
used the white women that they captured when they got in the mood 
for sex.  Her cunt, ass and throat would be thoroughly used by 
each of them before they turned her loose. Graham had told them 
that they could keep her for three days.  By the time three days 
were up, the brunette would have been mind fucked as well as 
physically fucked.

The video cameras installed in the apartment recorded the abuse 
that Alison and Clare endured for the next three days. Jones was 
kept busy just changing the videotapes in the machines in the 
adjacent apartment. He was amazed that the four brothers could 
save up that much sperm during the three weeks that they had been 
locked up in jail. Even the young blonde bimbo seemed to get more 
black cock than she wanted. Before the end of the second day, both 
of the white girls were willing participants in the sexual orgies 
with the well endowed black men. Jones had already given up hope 
of screwing either of the two women. Hell, with the stretching 
that their asses and cunts had over the last two days, it would 
feel as if he were trying to screw an open window on a warm rainy 
day.

On the third day, another couple of black men came to the 
apartment.  Clare and Alison willing sucked their big cocks before 
they were fucked by them. It turned out that one of them was a 
tattoo artist. In big black letters, each woman received a tattoo 
over the tops of their breasts, where it would be seen if they 
wore a low cut top or a bathing suit, "A SLUT FOR BLACK COCK" The 
other visitor was a body piercing specialist. Titanium core gold 
rings were placed in both of the white women's nipples and 
clitoral hood. Each had to be held down as the piercings were made 
with out anesthetic. Whiskey was used to sterilize the wounds 
before the rings were inserted and the fittings super-glued in 
place. Those rings would never be removed for the rest of Clare 
and Alison's lives.

The day that the two women were released, they were taken to a 
street corner in the tattered remains of their streetwalker 
clothing, and pushed from the Linclon. Having no money with them, 
they had to turn tricks just to get cab fare home. Clare only had 
to suck a man's cock for her money. Poor Alison had to let a man 
fuck her up the ass for her share of the taxi money.

*

Copies of the videotapes were delivered to Nick Baker. He sat in 
his hotel room and watched in horror as his blushing innocent 
bride was turned into a black cock-loving whore. The note that 
accompanied the tape was simple. It instructed him to settle the 
suit at a monetary amount that was far out of range of what it 
should have been. He loved Alison and wanted to salvage what he 
could from their relationship. He resigned himself to the fact 
that he would go against the best interests of his clients and 
settle the first thing in the morning. He needed to get home to 
his wife who needed him.

As soon as the two women had returned to the apartment, they 
collapsed in bed and slept for the next eight hours. Clare woke up 
first, had gotten her bags, taken a quick shower, called a taxi 
and left for Los Angeles. She had been willing to corrupt her best 
friend for a new Lexus, but she had gotten far more than she had 
bargained for. In the back seat of the cab, as she tried to find a 
position to sit in where the clit ring would not make her open 
cunt drool into her panties so much, she thought, "I bet that son 
of a bitch Graham doesn't deliver on the Lexus, either!" He 
didn't.

*

Later that night, Nick arrived home just as six large black men 
were leaving his apartment. They passed him in the hallway. They 
were smiling and talking among themselves about, "some fine piece 
of ass." Nick used his key to let himself into his front door. 
Alison was not downstairs. He silently carried his bags up the 
stairs and reluctantly looked in the door of the master bedroom.

Alison lay face down on the rumpled king size bed that was their 
marriage bed with her ass still up in the air. She and the bed 
were practically covered in sperm. Her red garter belt held up a 
pair of laddered black nylon stockings.  He could see when he 
moved behind her semi conscious form that her anus and cunt hung 
open. Her clit ring was dripping black baby making sperm onto the 
sheets and soaking the mattress. Alison moaned and her body 
shuttered in orgasmic after shocks, causing her anus and cunt to 
contract for a second before they dilated again. The movement 
caused extra dribbles of semen to come out and run down her 
thighs. Neither of them knew it, but Alison was already pregnant 
with her first baby. It would be only the first of the black 
children that she would give birth to.

Nick could not understand why his penis had gotten so hard as he 
saw the damage that the six black men had done to his beloved 
wife. Alison's left hand came back between her legs and scooped up 
some of the sperm that was flowing down her thighs on her 
fingertips. Nick leaned to the side and saw that she brought her 
fingers to her mouth and sucked the gooey coating from them. When 
he saw that she was licking the black men's baby juice that had 
coated her wedding bands, something inside Nick clicked and his 
stiff cock came in his pants.
