
The Charity Auction
by Lingus

"Going once! Going twice! Sold to Allen for twelve hundred
dollars!" the auctioneer shouted.

"Congratulations Vicki. You have just set a new record for this
auction. Including the sale of your clothes you have just raised
fourteen hundred and seventy-five dollars for the charities
supported by the Glen Creek Club.

"Ladies and gentlemen, that concludes this month's sale. Remember
that next month we will add something new to our sale. In addition
to four wives who will offer their services for auction, we will be
making available the services of one of the husbands. This is a
first and we know that many of you women will want to take
advantage of this opportunity. Men, this will be a great chance to
buy something very special for your wife for her birthday or your
anniversary. If there is enough interest we plan to make this a
regular part of our monthly sale. In a few minutes we will have the
drawing to see who the gals and guy are that will be offered for
sale next month."

The auctioneer's comments appeared to make Vicki Holman, a redhead,
turn an additional shade or two red. Since she was standing nude at
the front of the room the entire audience could see that her
blushing affected her entire body. She had been completely nude
since John had removed her panties about 10 minutes earlier after
paying one hundred dollars for the privilege. Just before that Don
had paid seventy-five dollars for the privilege of removing her bra
and Dave had paid fifty to remove her garter belt and stockings.
Earlier Don had also paid fifty dollars to remove her dress. 

Besides blushing I could also see that Vicki was getting very
turned on. Her pussy lips had become very swollen. (I know those
pussy lips well. I'm Bill Holman, Vicki's husband.) They would
normally have shown easily through the light red thatch that
surrounded them but earlier today we had shaved her. I told her
that I thought that men might pay a few extra bucks for the right
to play with a shaved pussy. Our neighbor Janet had mentioned that
no woman had ever been shaved before for one of these auctions.  

As Vicki stepped off the podium Don handed her dress back and she
promptly slipped it on. Her other garments would be kept by the
highest bidders. At least she wouldn't arrested when we went home.
As she was buttoning her dress I walked up to her and gave her a
big hug and kiss. "Congratulations, sweetheart. I knew you would be
a big hit. I'm very proud of you and I'll bet I'm almost as turned
on right now as you are."

"Oh, Bill, I'm sure glad that's over. I was so nervous. I was sure
that no one would bid on me. That would have been so embarrassing!
But you're right. I'm very turned on right now. Does it show?"

"Well, your pussy is more swollen than usual."

"It wouldn't have been so bad if John hadn't felt me up when he
took off my panties. The rat! He should pay extra for that," Vicki
said in mocking disgust. "It's just as well that I don't have any
panties to wear. I'm so wet right now that I'd just soak them
anyhow. I will probably get a bad wet spot on my skirt though."

Just then Allen Spencer, the winning bidder, walked up. "Vicki,
I'll call you tomorrow to set up our date if that's OK?"

"That's fine Allen. We'll be home all day," Vicki replied.

Our conversation with Allen was interrupted by the auctioneer.
"First of all, ladies and gents, the board and I are delighted to
announce that thanks to Helen Spencer, Bonnie Wilson, Jan Grimes
and Vicki Holman we have raised five thousand one hundred and ten
dollars tonight. Also we want you all to know that Janet Quentin,
Holly Barnes, Barb Dahlquist, Bec Thomas and Henry Johnson will be
sold next month." I was pleased to see Bec's name on the list. I
didn't know her well but thought that she was one of the cutest
women in the club. "I'll have to save my pennies so I can win that
bid," I thought to myself.

>

I guess I should explain what this Glen Creek Club sale is all
about. It got started quite innocently just two years ago when
several of the women in our Glen Creek Subdivision got together and
formed a social club. They had talked about a more typical garden
club but many of them weren't interested in gardening. They found
a broader common interest in doing various kinds of charity work.
Taking an idea from a youth group that some of their kids were in
they planned a "slave auction" as their first fund-raiser. The
women made themselves available to the highest bidder to do various
household chores such as closet cleaning, washing windows, baby
sitting, etc.

They had set a goal of two thousand dollars for their first sale
figuring that with thirty women they would need to get an average
of just over sixty-five dollars each for their services.
Unfortunately due to some absences and poor publicity they had only
raised fifteen hundred dollars when the sale was over. The
auctioneer mentioned the short-fall and suggested that if any of
the buyers wanted their slaves to do extra things for them they
could work it out between them and pay something extra for it.

Dale Eagan, a widower living in Glen Creek, had taken advantage of
the sale to buy the services of Bonnie Wilson to do a good
housecleaning. Everyone thinks that Dale bought Bonnie knowing of
her reputation as a flirt and a bit of a showoff. There had been
many times when Bonnie appeared around the neighborhood in outfits
that displayed more of Bonnie's robust body than they concealed.
The day that Bonnie was to do her work was particularly warm so
Bonnie dressed in a halter top and rather short shorts. No one
knows for sure how things got out of hand but Bonnie's story is
that after Dale had watched her work for a while he offered to help
make up the club's shortfall if she would do her work topless.
Bonnie went along with this request and later agreed to work
completely nude when he offered another hundred.

Bonnie's nudity caused them both to lose any remaining control and
before the day was over Bonnie gave Dale a blowjob and then let him
fuck her in return for his paying the entire difference. Dale was
so satisfied that he even paid a hundred extra. He also readily
agreed to keep the entire matter a secret.

Bonnie was very pleased with her fund-raising prowess and even
bragged about it to her husband Jerry when she got home. Bonnie
hadn't thought about how she might explain this windfall and when
Jerry pressed her for an answer she confessed. This could have led
to a major problem for them but the speculation was that Jerry had
a guilty conscience because he had been banging his cute new
secretary. Anyhow the issue soon blew over in the Wilson household.

Bonnie had also not thought of how she would explain to her
clubmates how she got this extra money from Dale. Finally she
decided to fess up to Janet Quentin who was her next door neighbor.
There had been rumors in the neighborhood for years that Janet
liked to give special tips to the newspaper boy, the pizza delivery
man, the mail man and any other male who happened to come to the
Quentin's door. Janet received the news with great interest and
soon had passed it along to the club officers. They thought about
it for awhile and then called a special meeting.

"Ladies, I have some interesting news," Denise Longwood, the club
president began. "First of all I am happy to report that we have
reached and even exceeded our goal." After a buzz of excitement
about that and some questions of how this had happened, Denise
continued, "and I must also tell you that as we've all heard
before, sex sells." A hush fell over the room.

"What do you mean by that?" Sue Johnson asked. "Surely no one did
anything like that!"

"I'm afraid they did," Janet butted in. "Bonnie would you tell
everyone what happened."

Bonnie had not come prepared to have the juicy details of her romp
with Dale discussed in such a public way but now she had no choice.
"Well, Dale Eagan paid me extra to do certain special things for
him," she finally said after stumbling about trying to figure out
how to tell her story.

"Oh thank god," Sue muttered. "I was afraid it involved Henry."
Henry, her husband, had purchased the services of Janet. She was
already suspicious about the two of them and this news had only
increased her concern.

"No, Sue. It wasn't Henry...but not because he didn't try. He made
a pass at me but I wouldn't think of doing something like that,"
Janet replied self-righteously.

"Well," Sue retorted, "Joe made a pass at me too but I didn't take
him seriously." She was referring to Denise's husband.

A very frank discussion ensued and everyone soon realized that most
of them had received suggestions about "other services" that their
buyers wanted. Some of them such as Jerry, Bonnie's husband, had
been pretty direct about it but none of the other women admitted to
having acted on the requests. On the other hand none of them seemed
to have been particularly distressed about having been asked.

"Ladies, the only conclusion that I can come to is what I said
before. Sex sells," president Denise repeated. "I want to thank
Bonnie for having broken the ice on this matter. I think it's
pretty clear how we can really make some money." 

After an hour of sometimes heated discussion, the club agreed to
change the nature of the "slave sale." Another sale was scheduled
three months later and it was announced that there were no limits
as to what services the buyer could request. It was never publicly
acknowledged that this might include sex but everyone knew. Ten of
the original women left the club because of this change or because
they moved away. However, fifteen others (including Vicki and me)
have joined. Four of those that left have since returned. I guess
that they must have had problems they had to work out at home
before they dared to try something this unconventional. 

The first two sales that followed were highly successful compared
to the first. More than ten thousand dollars were raised for
charity and there were no bad reactions from any of the buyers or
the women. An unwritten code developed which said that at the club
meetings no one discussed what went on when the women spent the day
with their buyers. 

At the second sale the number of women available for sale and the
number of buyers had grown so much that the sale ran a lot longer
than planned. By the time the last five women were paraded up for
sale the number of buyers had begun to dwindle. That's when it was
decided to hold more frequent sales with only four women sold each
month. It was also decided that more money could be made if each
woman's apparel was sold first and then the woman's services were
sold when she was nude. 

Since the key to higher sales prices was more buyers Jennifer and
Jack Doyle volunteered to help find more single men (or men who
would come without their spouses). They so far had found six of
them. We didn't know initially but found out just this week that
their success was based on their long-standing practice of finding
other men for Jennifer to fuck. These six were men who Jennifer
knew intimately and who she felt would be good auxiliary members of
our club. 

Vicki and I moved into Glen Creek about four months ago and last
month we joined the club. Janet and Denise had stopped by one day
and told Vicki all about the club. Vicki was appalled. She and I
discussed it a few times. At first the discussions ended in angry
shouting matches but then somehow the idea grew on us. From the
beginning I was excited about the thought of seeing some of the
other women in the buff and perhaps even fucking some of them. I
didn't give a lot of thought to the reality of Vicki fucking other
men.

After her initial protests Vicki acknowledged that she found the
idea of going to bed with some of the men in the club exciting as
well. As we talked I found myself becoming turned on by the idea of
Vicki being seen by a roomful of men and then having sex with one
of them. This was quite a surprise to me. I tried once to tell
Vicki how I was feeling but she thought I was nuts. Finally we
agreed to accept Janet suggestion that we come to the next meeting
just as observer guests.

At that meeting Vicki was overwhelmed by the encouragement she got
from the other women and her ego was boosted by the number of men
who said they sure hoped that we would join because they wanted to
bid on her. These latter comments only increased the turnon for me.
I also loved watching as Molly Jackson, Sandy Ireland, Chris
Lorenzo and Jennifer Doyle were disrobed by various bidders and
then paraded nude in front of us as their personal services were
sold. I won the right to remove and keep Jennifer's bra for a
surprisingly low bid of thirty dollars. I learned later that
Jennifer was the neighborhood showoff and most men there had
already seen her nude on more than one occasion. 

Vicki hesitantly agreed to join that night and her name was put in
the box along with all the others that hadn't been sold during this
rotation. Four names were drawn from this box for the next sale and
as luck would have it Vicki's was one of the four. My heart leapt
as I heard her name called.

>
 
I couldn't wait to get Vicki home. We were both very turned on by
the sale and this resulted in a great night of hotter sex than
usual. Instead of my choice of a blowjob or a good fuck I got both.
Vicki even seemed enthusiastic about swallowing my cum. Usually she
didn't like that unless she'd had a lot to drink. She must have
considered this as a rehearsal for her night with Allen because
after it was over she asked "Do you think I can satisfy Allen? Will
he think he got his money's worth?"

"Vicki, he'll know he got a bargain when you're finished with him,"
I assured her. "Are you nervous about it?" I asked.

"Yes, very!" was her reply. "You know I've never had to worry about
that before. I guess I sort of take you for granted but he's just
going to judge me only on how I do in bed."

"Well, we can practice some more," I teased her. "I am willing to
take the day off tomorrow if you want me to."

"Don't be that way. I'm serious. This guy paid over one thousand
dollars for a day with me. That's as much as the best call girls
get I'll bet. That means I'd better be good."

"Vicki, are you looking forward to your date with Allen? Are you
looking forward to taking his cock in your mouth and then feeling
it slip into your hot tight pussy? You have a big advantage over
any call girl. You will be enjoying the sucking and the fucking.
They're only in it for the money and they just act like they enjoy
it."

"Yes, I'm looking forward to it. It'll be the first time I've seen,
felt, tasted or fucked a different cock since we got married. That
should be fun. I wonder what his is like. They are all different
you know."

"If you say so dear. I'm not an expert on cocks. I just don't find
them very interesting although I must admit that the idea of
watching as a big hard one slips into your pussy and begins fucking
you is very exciting."

Allen called the next day as he had promised. His date with Vicki
was set for the following Friday. He would pick her up around 6:00
pm and would return her Saturday at around 3:00. The terms of the
Glen Creek sale were that the buyer had the services of the slave
for up to 24 hours. Often the women just spent the night and
returned the next morning. In this case Allen's wife, Helen, had
also been sold and she was going to spend that same time period
with her buyer. The Spencer's had arranged for their children to
spend the weekend with grandma and grandpa. It sounded like the
whole family was going to have a good time. 

Vicki seemed overwhelmed when she realized the amount of time that
she would be spending with the first man to have sex with her since
we were married. "Whatever will he want me to do for so long?" she
wondered. 

"Maybe he wants you to wash windows," I joked. "After all nothing
says it has to be all sex..or even sex at all."

"Guess you're right," she acknowledged. "But will you mind that I'm
gone for so long?"

"I'll find it hard, pardon the pun, to wait so long, but I'll get
by. Just be ready for a thorough debriefing, pardon another one,
when you return. I'll want to know every hot juicy detail and fill
your pussy with one more load of cum."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" she countered. 

A week has never gone by so slowly. We were both like little kids
waiting for summer vacation. Every day seemed to take forever.
Vicki suffered some misgivings during this time as well. On Tuesday
she met me at the door when I returned from work and announced "I'm
not going to do it. I just can't do something like this. Married
women don't act this way."

We talked it through and she finally acknowledged that her feelings
of guilt had temporarily overcome her desire and anticipation of
being intimate with a new cock. We ended the conversation and the
day with a great bout of sucking and fucking. It was obvious that
she was really turned on by the idea.

Thursday Vicki and Allen talked again to reconfirm the date. Allen
asked her to wear a sexy dress similar to the one that she wore the
night of the auction. He also requested similar sexy lingerie. "I
love garters and hose and you looked great in them," he said. She
was also to bring a casual but sexy outfit for Saturday. He added
"I doubt that we'll spend much time dressed on Saturday but you'll
need something to wear home."

I helped Vicki get ready Friday afternoon. We were both a basket
case of nerves. She wore a sexy black cocktail dress which was
rather sheer and meant to be worn over a slip. She didn't wear a
slip but did wear a sexy matching set of bra, garters and panties
made of sheer black lace. I had bought the lingerie just for the
occasion. In daylight or a well-lit room one could easily see her
lingerie through her dress. She looked stunning and very
provocative. Her hair dresser had swirled her long red hair up on
top of her head. "You look too good to spend the night with another
guy. I'm not going to let you go," I said half seriously. "See what
you've done to me," I added as I pulled my very hard cock out of my
pants.

"I think I can fix that," she replied sympathetically. Then she sat
me down on the bed and gave me the best blowjob I've ever had. It
didn't take long for me to come. I soon shot a big hot load down
her throat. She swallowed it carefully to avoid dripping any on her
dress.

"There you go, tiger," she said after she'd wiped her lips with a
kleenex. "That'll have to hold you until tomorrow afternoon. "I
wonder how many more loads I'll have in me when I return."

"Well, just remember not to clean up. I want to clean you up with
my tongue as soon as you get in the door. Then I'm going to finish
your day as a slave with one more load of cum in your hot dripping
pussy."

My heart was in my throat when Allen picked her up. He gave a loud
whistle of approval and said something which I found rather odd at
the time. "You're going to be a big hit, Vicki. A very big hit!"

"A hit with who?" I wondered as they drove away. "What has Allen
got planned for my wife?"

I tried to keep busy that night and finally went to bed at about
1:30 Saturday morning. I didn't sleep well. Visions of Vicki
getting fucked by Allen kept running through my mind. I finally got
up at 7:00 and in a week of long days I began the longest as I
waited for Vicki to come home and tell me about her night and day
with Allen.

She arrived home a few minutes early. I met them in the driveway
and opened the door for her. She was wearing the white blouse and
denim skirt that she had picked out per Allen's instructions. She
kissed Allen goodbye. "It was quite an experience," she said to
him. Then she turned to get out. As she did she opened her thighs
and gave me a good view of her bare pussy. I could see cum dripping
from it. Her skirt had a large wet spot. 

"I didn't bother to put on panties. They would have just taken them
off anyway," she said. She got out and after giving me a kiss said
"I love you."

I told her "I love you too but what is this 'they' bit?"

"I had a bit of a surprise last night," she began as we walked into
the house. "And I was an exceptionally naughty wife. When we got to
their house Helen was still there supposedly waiting for her "date"
to pick her up. She was dressed in a sexy white cocktail dress. Her
date, Herb Wagner, had been delayed and would be coming by around
7:00. Allen offered me a drink which I finished rather quickly and
then I had another. At 7:00 the doorbell rang and there were four
men at the door including Herb. When I saw them all coming into the
house I asked what was going on. Allen then took me into the
kitchen.

'Vicki, when I made our date for tonight I had forgotten that this
was our poker night,' Allen began his explanation. 'Herb, Jim, Ben,
Hal and I get together one night a month and this is the night.
This month they were scheduled to be at our house. I talked to
Helen about it and she suggested that perhaps you and she could act
as hostesses for the guys while we played poker. Then when that's
over she'll go home with Herb and you and I will have the house to
ourselves. I hope that's OK with you.'

'Gee, Allen,' I said to him. 'I'm not really dressed to be seen by
a group of strange men. I mean you can see right through this
dress. Besides won't they wonder what I'm doing here. Do they know
about our 'arrangement'?'

'Don't worry, Vicki,' he said. 'They're all cool. No one will say
anything and I'm sure that they will all be delighted with your
outfit. Ben and Jim have come to the sale a couple of times and
know why you're here. Hal won't say anything.'

"Well, sweetheart," Vicki said to me, "Allen calmed me down and I
decided to make the best of it. After all I have to admit the guys
were all pretty good looking and as I thought about it I began to
get turned on by the idea of them seeing as much of me as they
could. Besides all they could really see was my underwear.

"I went with Allen into the den where the men had gathered and was
introduced to them. Helen already knew them all. I got goose bumps
as I went from man to man and shook their hands. They each looked
me up and down very closely and every one of them said, 'Nice
dress, Vicki. Very nice dress.'

"Helen and I then went into the kitchen to compare notes about
getting the men some refreshments. She'd noticed that I wasn't
wearing a slip and quickly picked up on the effect that had on the
guys. 'If you'll excuse me for a minute, Vicki, I think I'll go
take my slip off so you aren't so conspicuous being without one.'
She then went upstairs and was back down in just a couple of
minutes. I was astonished when I saw her. She was wearing a white
dress that was pretty sheer..like my black one. However, she didn't
appear to have a stitch on under it. I could see her nipples and
her beaver almost as plain as day.

"'Helen,' I said to her. 'However do you dare to go out there like
that?'

"'Why Vicki, do you think this is too outrageous?' she asked.
'Let's ask the guys and see what they think. If they object I'll
put something else on.' Bill, I couldn't believe my ears. This
woman was going to wander around this room full of men almost
naked. If they didn't get the message that she wanted to be fucked
by all of them they must be dead or at least blind...and none of
them appeared to be either."

"My word, Vicki, what happened then." I couldn't wait to hear more.
This was getting more and more interesting. "What did you do then?"

"I went with her into the den and she loudly asked 'Guys, do you
all think my outfit is appropriate for the occasion?' The whole lot
of them cheered. 'Will you all promise to be good if I stay dressed
like this then?' she went on. There was a chorus of 'Why of course,
Helen.' 'Sure, Helen.' 'Absolutely. We'll all be gentlemen.'
'Helen, we'll be better than good. We'll be outstanding.'

"As the tumult quieted down Allen asked us to bring out a round of
beers and some pretzels for everyone. I was glad for the moment to
leave the room. Things were getting very confusing. This is not
what I had come prepared to do. I knew, though, that I was getting
very turned on by the idea of so many men seeing me like this. I
wondered what might happen. It certainly seemed that Helen was
planning to serve the guys more than beer and snacks."

"Then what?" I prompted her.

"The first time we took them their drinks everything was fine. They
looked us over pretty thoroughly but no one said anything and they
all kept their hands to themselves. The second time I went in alone
and Ben asked my why I had on underwear and Helen didn't. 'What are
you trying to hide from us, Vicki?' he asked. 

'Yes, Vicki, that doesn't seem fair to us,' Jim responded. 

I blushed and said 'Well there's nothing much for you to see. Don't
you like my underwear? I think it's very sexy.' 

'Oh, from what we can see of it we agree,' Ben said. 'Maybe if you
took off your dress we could be more sure about that though.' 

'I'll think about it,' I said and I ran from the room. I didn't
know what to do. 

I told Helen what had happened and she just laughed and said 'Oh
those guys are getting a little frisky. Don't be too upset about
it. I think it's fun to know that men are looking at me and that
they like what they see. Just play along with them and enjoy
yourself.'

'OK, Helen, you're right,' I said. 'It is fun in a strange way. Let
me think about it though.' I fixed myself a strong drink and went
upstairs to take a pee and to think things over. I decided that I
would rather remove my bra and panties and keep my dress on.
Somehow I felt less vulnerable that way even though the guys could
probably see more. When I looked at myself in Helen's mirror I knew
they could easily see my nipples. They couldn't see anything more
because I was shaved. When I had finished my drink I made a big
deal of parading back through the den. 'OK boys, are you
satisfied?' I taunted as I circled their table.

'Yeah, Vicki, that's more like it,' Hal confirmed. All Ben could
say was 'Nice tits, Vicki.' I felt my face get flushed and my pussy
get wet at that comment. The realization as to how far this might
go began to sink in and I was surprised at how excited that thought
made me."

By this time Vicki and I had made our way upstairs and were sitting
on our bed. "Do you think this was all planned this way?" I asked.

"Oh course it was," Vicki replied, "but I'll get to that later."

"Great. I love it!" I said. "But your story so far has gotten me as
hard as a rock. I want to eat your cum filled pussy and then I'm
going to add one more load to it." With that I pushed her back on
the bed, flipped her skirt up above her waist and knelt in front of
her. As I opened her knees I began to run my tongue up the inside
of her thighs and licked up the streams of cum that had run down
from her cunt. She had been filled to over-flowing. I reached her
cunt with my tongue and ran it up and down the length of her slit.
It was full of cum. Then I forced my tongue deep into her. The
taste of salty cum mixed with the wonderful pungent taste of
Vicki's pussy was even greater than I had imagined. It nearly made
me cum. I sucked and licked her pussy for couple of minutes and
then said "How many loads are in here anyhow? It seems like there's
a gallon."

"I lost count," Vicki replied. "Each of the guys had me at least
twice and some of them did me three or four times. I would guess
that they must have left over a dozen loads in there and I
swallowed one from each of them too."

That comment put me close to the edge. If I continued eating her
anymore and she told me anymore about it I would cum for sure. I
quickly moved up over her and plunged my hard cock into her
dripping cunt.

"Please be gentle," she asked. "I am getting pretty sore down
there."

"I can sure understand that, babe," I replied. "I'll be gentle and
I won't take long either."

It probably didn't take me more than thirty seconds to cum even in
her sloppy well-used cunt. I soon added a huge hot load of my cum
to those of the five other men who had fucked my wife last night.
Then since we each had gone without much sleep last night we both
collapsed into a deep sleep.

I woke up first a couple of hours later and immediately renewed my
efforts to clean her up with my tongue. It didn't take much of that
to wake her up.

When she was wide awake I asked her to finish telling me about what
had happened.

"Where did I leave off last night?" she asked.

"You had just taken off your underwear and paraded around the room
in just your dress," I reminded her.

"Oh, yes. The next time I went back into the den Ben said 'Vicki,
I was wondering why we can't see your beaver like we can see
Helen's. Allen and Herb say it's because you're shaved. Is that
true?' 

I turned a hundred shades of red. I also felt my pussy getting even
wetter that before. I decided that the line had now been crossed
and that there was no reason to fight it. I was going to get fucked
by these guys and I was actually looking forward to it. I walked
over and stood so that my pussy was just inches from Ben's face. I
slowly lifted my skirt until I could see his eyes nearly pop out of
his head. 'There, Ben, does that answer your question?'

'Yes, guys, its shaved..and it looks hot and ready,' was Ben's
reply. 

Allen realized that it was time to forget the pretense of poker and
to get ready to poke us. 'Ladies,' he ordered, 'it's time for
another round of beers served with two tacos.' 

Not being familiar with the term it took me a few seconds to
realize what he meant but within a minute Helen and I had brought
in a fresh beer for each of them. I then sat up on the game table
in front of Allen, pulled up my skirt and spread my thighs.
'There's the taco that you paid for, master,' I said. I could feel
my heart racing as I realized that five men were about to become
intimately familiar with my most private place. Allen wasted no
time in leaning forward and beginning to eat me. Helen crawled up
beside me and offered Herb her taco. It was wonderful.

As Herb and Allen ate the pussies that I thought they had each paid
handsomely for the truth came out. Jim said 'Save some for the rest
of us guys. Remember we helped pay for them.' It turned out that
the five guys had pooled their money so that Herb and Allen could
buy us at the auction. Helen had known about it because she and
Allen had fantasized about arranging a gang-bang for her as a
birthday present. This was the perfect opportunity for that to
happen. Then at the auction last month Allen and Herb had decided
to buy me as well so they could be the first men in the club to
fuck me. That's how they came up with such an extraordinary sum."

"Wow! Those scheming devils!" I said. "That's a great idea. I wish
I'd thought of it. Maybe I can try it sometime with some of the
other guys... but aren't there rules as to how many men can fuck a
slave?"

"Not yet," Vicki replied. "This has happened on two or three
occasions that have been talked about, and no one seems to mind.
All of the women involved have liked it as a matter of fact. It
fulfilled fantasies for them."

"Go on with your story. Then what happened?" I told her.

"The poker game turned into an orgy. When Jim made his comment
about having helped pay for me, I beckoned him over to the where I
could reach him and unzipped his pants. I pulled out his cock
(which wasn't easy because it was pretty big and very hard) and
then I proceeded to blow him. Helen did the same for Ben. This left
Hal out so I reached over and began to stroke him. He had already
taken his tool out for me. Then Hal pushed Allen aside and became
the first one of the group to fuck me. You can't believe the
feeling when that first strange cock slipped into me. It felt so
forbidden but it felt so good. I wished then that you could have
been there to see it happen. I would have loved to be sucking you
when each of them took their turn entering me."

"Oh, Vicki, I would have loved that too. Sometime we'll make that
happen, I promise." I could not believe how erotic this experience
was. Just a few weeks ago neither of us had given any thought to
such unconventional behavior. Now instead of a night of sex with
one guy I find out that my wife had been gang-banged...and we both
loved it. "How long did this all go on?" I asked.

"The men had planned to make a night of it. Hal had to leave this
morning after breakfast. He fed me his 'sausage' before he left.
The others stayed until Allen brought me home. They each gave me
one last goodbye fuck and then Helen was supposed to get one from
them too after I left. I hope they had enough left for her but I
kinda doubt it."

"Well, now I know what Allen meant last night when he said that you
would be a big hit. I take it that the guys liked your shaved
pussy."

"Oh, very much," Vicki replied. "None of them had ever fucked or
eaten a shaved one before. They were all particularly anxious to
see what it was like to eat one and I was happy to oblige them. I
got to find out what it's like to be eaten by a man with a beard
too because Jim has one."

"How'd that feel? Was it scratchy?" I asked.

"Only for a second," she replied. "Then my juices and the cum must
have softened it because it just felt a little ticklish sometimes.
It really felt good when he rubbed it against my clit. In fact he
made me cum once that way."

"How many times did you cum?"

"I really don't know. A lot..an awful lot."

"I know that I have to cum one more time. Are you up to it," I
asked.

"For you, of course. I'm a good wife," she answered with a giggle,
"but would you settle for a blowjob? My pussy is really pretty sore
right now."

I can never turn down a good blowjob so I readily agreed. I got a
super-deluxe version. Then we ordered a pizza and went to sleep
early. This had been quite a remarkable weekend.

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