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My name is Bill and my wife is Abby. We both are twenty-six. We’ve been married for four years.

It was another one of those hot, humid Southern summer nights. As I looked through the viewfinder of the video camera Abby was even hotter. Before today she had never met Alvin C. Jones. I had not seen the man known as Bull Jones for nearly four years.

The video camera was recording Abby’s legs flailing in the air as my former Navy shipmate’s massive cock relentlessly plunged in and out of her like a jackhammer, showing her no mercy. Apparently she wasn’t asking for any mercy.

But, alas I’m getting ahead of myself. Our story actually started nearly a week earlier. ***

His name is Alvin C, Jones and Bull and I joined the Navy at the same time. We were from the same town, but I hadn’t known him until the day we were all sworn in. We were the same age, but we had gone to different schools so I never met him. Bull is a large black man who played football and was pretty good at it because he loved to hit people hard.

Bull and I became close during basic training. Being from the same place among a lot of strangers, we found ourselves being buddies with one another. After basic training, Bull was sent to one school and I went to another. A year later we found ourselves stationed at the same place on the west coast. We got together then, but not as much as we had in basic training. We both had grown up some. A year after that Bull got assigned to a ship and I was off to another school. I happened to run into Bull in Brisbane Australia. My enlistment was about up, and I planned on getting out. Bull was planning on reenlisting for another hitch. We spent a few days of liberty hitting the gin mills and whorehouses. It was in one of the whorehouses that I discovered the real reason they called him Bull. I thought he was killing the poor whore, and I went into the cubbyhole where he and his girl were. I planned on pulling him off the poor thing. I remember the shock of seeing him fuck that girl with his massive dick. From the door it looked like he was ramming her with a large brown ball bat. I left them when it became obvious that she wasn’t in pain, and that she loved it. Word got around and Bull Jones couldn’t pay for a piece of ass in Australia.

I got out of the Navy, went home, married my high school sweetheart, and opened my own video business. I made video’s of weddings, reunions, family gatherings and anything that would make a buck. It was hand to mouth for a couple of years, but Abby and I made it by working long hours and scrimping where we had to. I branched out into making commercials, and that proved to be lucrative for my little business, very lucrative.

Abby and I had a good life for the most part. She didn’t want a family, and frankly neither did I. Our sex life from my perspective was on the lower side of great. Abby seemed to want something more. When I asked she always replied there was nothing missing.

Last week, I was in the back room of my shop when I heard the chimes that were connected to the front door. I went out into the reception room and saw him. The Bull himself was standing there grinning at me. He was a little bit bulkier, and his head was shaved bald, but other than that he hadn’t changed much.

“Son of a bitch,” I said. “I knew I should have locked the door. Now look what came in.” We gave each other a manly hug. “Where did you come from, Bull?”

“I was visitin’ my folks,” he said. “Saw an ad in the paper about some dude doin’ video work. I said to myself, ‘I wonder if that could be ol’ Bill that I know?’ I got in my new Lincoln town car and drove over to see.”

“Yeah, I put all that training the Navy gave me to some practical use.” I said. “You still in?”

“Naw, I got out a couple years ago. Had a little disagreement with the brass, and they sorta insisted I get out. You doin’ okay?”

“Not bad now. It was a little lean for a while. So what are you doing these days?”

“This and that,” he answered vaguely. “Kinda in between things right now. I came up from Florida a few days ago. I ran a stable down there for a while.”

“Really? I didn’t know you knew anything about horses.” He looked at me strangely for a moment then laughed.

“I don’t, you dumb-ass. I ran a string of whores. One of my girls got herself beat up by a whacko john, and that brought a lot of heat on my operation. I shut it down, and hauled ass out of town.” He grinned at me, shaking his head. “You are still as dumb as you were, Billy boy. You married with a bunch of rug-rats?”

“Married, but no k**s,” I said. “Come on back. I’ll finish up my project, and we’ll go get a beer.”

“Or two,” he finished with a laugh. An hour later we were sitting in Murphy’s bar catching up on each other’s lives. Three beers later, I called Abby at her work, and told her I was bringing an old Navy buddy home for dinner. Abby was somewhat less then enthused about it. Abby’s lack of enthusiasm changed even before I got through the introductions.

“Damn girl,” Bull said when she arrived home. “Ain’t you something to look at. How did Billy-boy land a babe like you?” Bull was always a charmer, and it certainly worked on Abby. She left us sitting on the patio and went to change out of her work clothes.

“Man, you got yourself some woman there,” Bull said loud enough for Abby to hear as she walked away from us. I noticed that she put a little more swing into her hips as she left. “There ain’t no way a little white man, like you, can be takin’ care of business.”

“Down, boy,” I said. “Private property.”

“Sure,” Bull said taking a long swig of beer. “If you need any help tending the grounds, let me know.”

Abby joined us about thirty minutes later. She had showered, and put on a pair of short shorts with a little pink halter-top. From the sway of her boobs she hadn’t bothered with a bra. Abby is one of those fortunate women who are heavy breasted, yet doesn’t need support to keep them from sagging. Her thirty-eight D cup tits stick straight out. Bull’s eyes indicated he didn’t miss her provocative boob display.

I ordered a pizza delivered, and while we waited for it, we drank beer and talked. Abby hung on Bull’s every word. He regaled her with old war stories about him and me. Some of it I recognized, and some of it was funny, but pure fabrication.

“Bill, you didn’t tell me about your trips to Australian whore houses,” Abby said with a smile. We had finished the pizza and were working on the rest of the two cases of beer I bought.

“Not much to tell,” I said with a dismissive wave of my hand. “I was only there to watch Bull’s back. I was his wingman.”

“Yeah right,” Abby said with a snort. “You didn’t have any of the women, I’ll bet.”

“Of course not,” I said with a straight face. A drunken face, but straight, I thought. “I was staying true to my girl at home, cause I knew she was staying true to me.” I had stumbled or staggered, into an area of our past that we didn’t talk about. Abby had never mentioned it, but I knew she fucked around while I was gone. Our town is still small enough so that there aren’t many secrets. I hadn’t been home more than a few days when several people told me about Abby. Bull watched this exchange with an amused expression on his face.

“So, do they call you Bull because you are so big?” Abby asked Bull. Apparently she realized that we were straying into dangerous territory.

“Naw, all the men in my family are big,” Bull said. “They started calling me Bull back in high school.”

“Because you were so mean?’ Abby persisted.

“Nope, ‘cause I have a cock like a Brahma bull,” he said as a mater of fact, and without a change of expression.

“Oh,” Abby said her face bright red. She laughed after a moment of shocked silence. “I guess that explains it, then.”

We finished off the beer, and Bull left about eleven o’clock. I finished up in the bathroom first and was just about to doze off when a naked Abby jumped astraddle of me.

“I’m going to want some lovin’ from my lovin’ man,” she breathed in my ear. I rolled her over and spread her legs. Just as I put my dick in her I had a mental image of her and David Hawkins. He had been one of the guys she went out with while I was away. Hawkins made sure I knew about Abby and him by looking me up and telling me about it. He also mentioned that Ted Billings, a black man that we went to school with, had fucked her. I managed to shut Hawkins up by punching him in the face, and he didn’t get to finish his bullshit. I hadn’t seen him since. I also, in my sick mind, saw her with Bull. That image didn’t last but a second.

That night Abby was insatiable. I fucked her twice, which was unusual for me, and still she wanted more. Sober, I couldn’t have given her much more. drunk as I was, it was impossible to do any more. I went to sleep again wondering how much of David Hawkins’s story was true. *** I finished up a commercial shoot by mid afternoon the next day. Bull came by just as I was closing up the shop. I told him I would meet him at Murphy’s Bar after I went to the bank. I had a hefty check to deposit from the commercial. I called Abby, and asked her if she wanted to join us at Murphy’s. I didn’t figure she would want to. She surprised me by quickly agreeing, and told me that she would be there after she had gone home to change. I wondered about that, because she always looked good in her business attire. Abby is a bookkeeper for a car dealership in town. Abby’s delay served to give Bull and I a good head start on the beer.

“I didn’t get you in trouble with them whorehouse tales, did I?” Bull asked me.

“Not so that you could tell it,” I responded. “We went at it like two bunnies after we got in bed. She liked to wore me out.”

“Probably thinkin’ about my bull-like black dick,” Bull said with a grin.

“Did you know Ted Billings?” I asked, ignoring his dig.

“Yeah, I know him. He played for your ragged-ass little team. He’s workin’ for Tony Marks, I hear. Why, do you know him?”

“Not personally,” I said. “His name came up a while back.”

Abby joined us shortly after six. She was wearing a slinky black dress with a plunging neckline, the dress stopped at mid thigh. She looked incredibly hot. She took one look at the empty mugs on the table, and decided to catch up by ordering a margarita. That would do it, because neither Abby nor I drank much hard liquor.

Half an hour later, Abby was on her third margarita, and we all were feeling no pain. Bull was telling us about his string of call girls.

“You were a…what do you call it? A pimp?” Abby asked Bull, her eyes wide.

“I was the manager of client services,” Bull responded with as much dignity as he could.

“What does that mean exactly?” Abby asked.

“Pimp,” Bull said laughing. “Hey, Billy-boy. It’s funny you mentioned Ted Billings. I saw him a few days ago.” Abby jerked upright, and stared at me. I couldn’t read her expression. Shock, surprise, or maybe fear. “I told you he’s was working for Tony Marks, didn’t I?”

“Yeah. Who is Tony Marks?” I asked, still watching Abby out of the corner of my eye.

“Marks runs a few women,” Bull said, signaling to the waitress to bring more drinks. “Does a bit of sharkin’. Dope, too, I guess. That would be his speed. I hear Ted is one of Tony’s lieutenants.”

“Why were you talking about Ted Billings?” Abby asked softly.

“Oh, that’s right,” I said. “You know Ted, don’t you?”

Abby lost some more of her color. “Sure, we went to high school with him back when.”

“Yeah, he was a running buddy with David Hawkins,” I said. I was back in that dangerous territory, but I didn’t care. “You know Hawkins, too.”

Abby was saved from having to answer that, because Bull chose that moment to launch into another tale about his adventures in Florida. I didn’t bring up Ted or David again. I was curious to see how Abby would handle it. I found out later that night.

“Bill,” Abby said. She was still in the bathroom, and I was trying to get my pants off without falling on my ass. We had drunk a lot of beer. “Why were you discussing Ted Billings?” I wanted to choose my words carefully, which is hard to do when you are two-thirds drunk

“I don’t know,” I managed to say. “His name just popped into my head. Do you still see him?” Damn! I hadn’t meant to say that.

Abby came out of the bathroom and stood staring at me for a long while. She was as white as the teddy she was wearing. “What do you mean?” she asked softly, a quiver in her voice.

“Just what I asked,” I said plunging on. “What about David Hawkins?” Abby didn’t answer me. She went over and took the throw pillows off the bed and pulled the cover back. “You didn’t answer me, Abby. Still see them?”

“No, I haven’t seen either of them since you came home from the service. How did you find about them?”

“Hawkins made a point of telling me about it,” I answered. I got in bed beside her. “I socked him in the nose, and ran him off, but I’ve wondered how much of what he told was the truth.”

“I don’t know,” Abby said. “I don’t know what he told you.” She rose up and looked over at me. “Bill you have to realize that I was just a nineteen year old girl who was lonely. You were off to God knows where, and I was all alone. All my girlfriends were dating, going out, and having fun. I got tired of staying home.”

“I can understand that, Sweetheart,” I said. “I’m not going to raise hell with you for dating other guys while I was gone. I’m sure you didn’t really believe that I just watched Bull’s back in those whorehouses. I do think we need to clear the air. Tell me about it.” She didn’t answer for a moment.

“Not much to tell,” she finally said. “David asked me out for the hundredth time and I finally said yes. We dated on and off for over a year. David was a fun guy to be with. At least at first. There wasn’t any sex for a while, but I eventually gave in. By that time David had his own place in a garage apartment. That’s where we first did it.”

“I wasn’t a virgin,” she continued. “You took that before we graduated from school. You and I screwed every chance we got. I was used to having regular sex, and suddenly you were gone, and no more sex. David provided the sex for me.”

“How about Ted Billings?” I prompted. “We’re cleaning the air, aren’t we?”

“I guess,” she answered quietly. “But are you sure you want to hear all this?” I assured her that I did want to hear, even though I wasn’t all that sure myself.

“Going to David’s apartment became an everyday thing for me. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I had to have sex. My libido was running amuck. David and I had been dating for a month or so when Ted entered the picture. I went over to David’s place one night and Ted was there. I remember being disappointed, but thinking that Ted would leave in a while. He didn’t, and the three of us sat around drinking beer, and smoking some dope. After a while David started feeling me up, and I got all hot and bothered. I suggested in a nice way that things could get hotter if Ted left.”

“David just laughed and said not to worry about Ted. The beer, the dope, and the heat of the moment caused me to forget about Ted being there for the moment. David managed to get my top off, and was playing with my tits. I remember seeing Ted sitting across from us grinning to beat the band. I just put Ted out of my mind, and continued making out with David. In a little while David had me naked on the floor, and was mounting me. Right at that moment I didn’t care if we were making out in front of the whole damn town. David started screwing me, and I guess it was because of the excitement of doing it with an audience, he came real fast. The next thing I know, David is holding my legs apart for Ted to screw me. I think I objected, but frankly I’m not sure if I did or not.”

Abby paused a moment, and then continued. “I guess maybe I didn’t. Ted was bigger than David, and he took me with a force of passion I never knew existed. He was like an a****l. He caused me to have a bunch of orgasms. I don’t know how long he did me. It seemed like hours, but I know it wasn’t that long. After a long time, David made Ted get off me so he could do me again. I gave Ted a blowjob while David screwed me. When Davis got off, Ted jumped back on me. David and Ted took turns with me most of the night and when I finally left there I couldn’t hardly walk. That was the first time we engaged in group sex.”

“But wasn’t the last?” I said.

“No, it wasn’t the last,” Abby answered in a small voice. “Bill are you sure you want to hear this?”

“Clearing the air, Abby,” I said. I put her hand on my hard dick. “What do you think?”

“I think…wow, you seem to be enjoying it.” She gave my cock a light squeeze.

“Go on tell me all of it,” I said.

“It got so that I was with Ted or David almost every night. They didn’t care if I was having my period or not. Sometimes it was one or the other, but most often it was with both of them. After a while, David got me into anal sex. Honestly, I wasn’t wild about it, but I got so I really enjoyed it when they were doubling up on me. That happened the first time a couple of months into the…relationship, for want of a better word. We were in David’s bed and I was on top of Ted. I felt something cold on my butt, and soon felt David’s finger in my butt. It felt good so I let him keep doing it. In a little while he stuck his dick in my butt. I tried to stop it, but Ted was holding me down. Pretty soon David got his entire dick in me, and there I was skewered between them. It didn’t take long until I was coming, and they were riding me hard. The harder they rode me the more I came. After that night we did it a lot.” Abby was still holding my throbbing cock. “I think we should do something with this, don’t you?”

I agreed that something had to be done with it, or it was going to explode. Abby got on top of me, and we fucked for a long time. It was the absolutely the best totally uninhibited sex we had ever had. Abby screamed, and came several times. Later we both just lay there, and tried to resume normal breathing and heartbeat. It was our wildest sex ever.

“So, sweetie go on with the story,” I said.

“God, you want more?” Abby said with a soft chuckle. “You are a glutton for punishment.” She paused long enough to get her water bottle from the bathroom. “Between the two of them we did it about everyway three people can possibly do it. It was crazy in a way. The more sex I got, the more I wanted. I didn’t object much, if at all when Ted brought a friend of his to the party One night, David was working, so it was just Ted and I until Tony showed up.”

“Tony Marks?” I said, interrupting her.

“Uh huh,” Abby said. “Ted and I were fooling around on the sofa when Tony knocked on the door. Ted let him in, and when I started to button my blouse, Ted stopped me. ‘You got great knockers, Abby,’ Ted told me. ‘Let Tony get a good look at them.’ He took my blouse completely off. It felt strange being there with two black guys. Ted pulled me to my feet and stood behind me holding my breast out like some kind of offering for Tony. Tony Marks was maybe ten years older or more than either Ted or I. We were just k**s, but Tony was a grown man.”

“Tony came over to us, and took one of my breasts in his big hand and squeezed it hard. He did the same with my other breast, and then both of them together. He squeezed them so hard I was standing on my tiptoes. It hurt like hell, but I didn’t say a word. To tell the truth, Tony scared me. Ted pulled my shorts and panties down and played with my pussy while Tony kissed me and teased my titties. I was used to being naked in front of Ted and David, so I didn’t get bent out of shape when Ted stripped me in front of his friend. ‘Are you ready for some fuckin’, bitch?’ Tony asked me. I don’t remember what I said, if I said anything at all. ‘Get down on your fuckin’ knees, and take out a real man’s cock.’ I did what he demanded, and when I saw it I nearly fainted. It was bigger than David’s and Ted’s peters combined. Well, it wasn’t that big, but it was a monster. I measured it once, and Tony’s peter is nine and a half inches long, and as big around as a beer can. I couldn’t get but a little bit of it in my mouth. It was strange, but I both wanted it and feared it.”

Abby took a sip from her water bottle. “It didn’t dawn on me to object at any of that. Not that it would have mattered much. Tony took me to the bedroom and screwed me. Fortunately I was wet enough that it didn’t hurt when he slammed it into me. Tony screwed me for nearly thirty minutes without stopping. I know I had at least a dozen orgasms while he did me. All the while, he called me names and cursed at me. He called me whore, cunt, bitch, and every foul name he could think of. He came in me with such force that I felt it and I came again. While Tony rested, Ted took me, and when Ted was finished, Tony was ready again. I must have had a hundred orgasms while they took turns with me.” She looked over at me to see how I was taking it. She looked down at my swelling cock and smiled. “You are really getting aroused at me telling you this, aren’t you?”

“Yes I am.” I admitted. “But I’m having a bit of trouble visualizing my pretty little prudish wife doing all that. Go on with your raunchy story.”

“Tony and Ted had been at me for a couple of hours,” Abby said. “God, I remember it like it was yesterday. When David came home, he got all bent out of shape. He was really pissed off at Ted for bringing someone else in to share me. I got the impression that David didn’t like Tony, who just laughed at him. That didn’t help the situation. David demanded that Ted and Tony get out of his apartment. Ted got dressed in a hurry, but Tony took his time. Every once in a while, Tony would look at David and sneer. I’m sure Tony wasn’t worried about David doing something, mainly because he was twice as big as David. When Tony was dressed he said to me, ‘get your shit, cunt. Let’s go.’ To this day, I don’t know why I did it. I can’t remember what my thought processes were, if I even had any thought. I just got dressed, and went with Tony, leaving a pissed-off David standing there. I guess I became Tony’s bitch, as he referred to me. I never saw David again except for a glimpse now and then at the store or mall.”

“How did you like being Tony’s bitch?” I asked. Abby didn’t answer for a moment she was busy sucking my cock. I pulled her off, because I didn’t want to come right then.

“It’s like I was some other person,” she said when she came up for air. “It wasn’t me that was screwing black men. It was some poor demented girl who had lost her freaking mind. None of my family had a clue as to what I was doing. Tony would fuck me when it suited him, or one of the other girls. If he or Ted weren’t fucking me, I’d get loaned out to his friends to fuck. There was one period that I didn’t even get to put any clothing on for five or six days. It didn’t much matter right then because I had already lost my job and flunked out of school. Night and day at least one of them was fucking me. Most of the time it was more than one.”

“How long did that last?” I asked her. My cock was throbbing again. I should have been appalled, but I wasn’t disgusted at all. I still had trouble actually getting a good mental image of what she was telling me.

“Almost two years,” Abby said. “When you wrote that you would be coming home in a few months, and that we would get married, I guess I woke up to the reality of what I was doing. To the person I’d become. I got enrolled back in business school, got a job and moved back home.”

“I didn’t know you moved out of your parents house. How did Tony take your leaving?” I asked.

“He was pissed off, but it didn’t matter all that much. I wasn’t Tony’s only bitch. He had three others that I knew about. Two white girls and one black girl. It wasn’t like he was going to go without pussy. He hassled me for a few days, and then gave up, and left me alone.” I realized that she was crying softly. “You’ll never know how hard it’s been, living in fear that you would find out about me, and the things I did while your were gone. Just how long have you known?”

“David Hawkins made it a point to inform me,” I said. “I had only been home a few days when he looked me up. A couple months before we got married, I guess.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“Wasn’t any reason to. Of course I didn’t know about Tony and his gang, or I probably would have. I thought it was just Hawkins and Billings. You know just casual sex.”

“I have to wonder what triggered the questions after all this time?”

“The way you acted around Bull, for one thing,” I admitted. “You seem to come alive. You were oozing sexuality around him.” Abby didn’t say anything for a few moments. “I guess being that close to a black man sorta woke something up in me. I’m sorry, Bill. You have to believe that since the day I learned you were really coming home to me, and that we would be a couple, I’ve been faithful to you. Is this going to change anything for us?”

“No…I don’t know…Maybe. Look Abby, I’m not pissed that you slept around while I was gone. What does piss me off is the fact that I never got to see any of it. I never got to participate in any of the games. I’ve tried to picture you with the other men, and I can’t get a good mental image of it.”

“Are you saying you want to see me with other men? Black men?” she asked in an astonished tone.

“Yes,” I didn’t even give my answer a moment’s thought. I didn’t have to. I don’t know how long we talked. Several more hours. Abby and I had one more fuck before sleep over took us. It was a good thing that the next day was Saturday and neither of us had to get up early. ***

It was mid-morning when the phone woke us up. It was Bull Jones.

“You gonna lay in bed all day?” he asked. I told him that there were worse ideas. “If you and Abby ain’t doing anything special this afternoon, do you want to take a ride with me?”

“Where to?” I asked.

“I have to go down to Smithville to see a guy. It’s not but a hundred or so miles, and I thought we could get lunch, or brunch, since you ain’t even out of bed yet. My business won’t take long and we can swing back by Smith Lake for a swim. You in?” I asked Abby and she said that all she had planned was some house cleaning, and putting it off wasn’t a problem. “Great,” Bull said when I told him we would go. “Wear your swim suit, ‘cause there ain’t no place to change at the lake.”

Two and a half hours later, after a nice drive in Bulls fancy Town Car and a nice lunch, Abby and I were sitting in the car waiting on Bull to come out from a seedy looking building.

“Did he tell you what he was doing in there?’ Abby asked.

“No, not a peep.” I told her. “Bull always plays it close to his vest.”

“Is he a crook? I mean…well, I guess that’s what I mean.”

“I suspect that anything Bull was involved in would be shady at least. Here he comes now.” Two black men followed Bull out of the building. One of the men was huge, even compared to Bull. The guy must have weighed three hundred, or maybe three hundred-fifty pounds. They stopped and talked another couple of minutes; shook hands and Bull came to the car.

“Okay, c***dren, let’s go play in the water,” Bull said getting into the car. “I got a case of beer in a cooler in the trunk, so I think we are ready.” He drove out of the parking lot, throwing gravel back toward the building.

“Was your business successful?” Abby asked. She was sitting between us in the front seat.

“I think so,” Bull answered. “Few little problems to work out, but should be no sweat.” He didn’t go into any detail, and frankly I wasn’t sure I wanted to know details of his business.

Less than an hour later we were at the man-made beach at Smith Lake. Bull and I carried the blankets and cooler down to the sandy beach. It was still early in the season, but there were a lot of people there to swim and work on their tans.

Abby waited until we had got everything moved before she took off her blouse and skirt.

“Son of a bitch!” Bull said. “Abby, you could give a dead man a hard-on.”

“Thank you, kind sir,” Abby said with a giggle. Her bikini left almost nothing to the imagination. Some string and three tiny wisps of bright red material was all there was to it. When I mentioned how much I like it, and that I hadn’t seen it before, she said, “I’ve been saving it for a special occasion.”

The water was freezing cold and caused Abby’s nipples to stand out through the material. She and Bull frolicked in the water a long time, but I got out to lie in the sun and warm up. Good ol’ Bull never missed an opportunity to grab a feel of her boobs. Once her top slipped and showed one tit to whoever was watching, and there were several people looking at them. I guess they were looking because a stunning white woman was playing with a big burly black man. Or maybe they just wanted to see her tits.

We consumed nearly the whole case of beer when hunger drove us off from the beach. Abby put her little skirt over her bottoms and didn’t put her blouse back on. She got a lot of attention when we stopped to eat. Even the waitress paid her a lot of attention. A young pimple-faced busboy cleared a table off near us that needed no cleaning…twice. I could tell Abby was enjoying the attention. ***

We were nearly home and Bull stopped at a convenient store in a strip mall to buy some more beer. Abby and I waited in the car for him. A couple doors down from the store was a lingerie shop. Abby got out and went to window shop. She was still looking in the window when Bull came out. He glanced at Abby and put the beer in the trunk.

“Come on Billy-boy,” he called to me “let’s see what caught Abby’s eye.” I got out and joint them at the window.

“Let’s go in and look around,” Bull said, leading the way. Abby and I followed him. It wasn’t a big shop but it was full of naughty nighties and stuff like that.

“I’ll make a deal with you,” Bull said to Abby, “I’ll buy whatever you want if you’ll model it for me. That is if Billy-boy is all right with it.” I told him it was cool with me.

“You’re on, big boy,” Abby said laughing. “How much money do you have to spend?”

“I can cover anything you want,” Bull said. The conversation caught the attention of the saleslady who nearly broke her legs getting to Abby. Thirty minutes later we left the store with several packages. Bull had to fork out three hundred bucks and some change. I told Bull to go back by my shop. If Abby was going to model that stuff, I damned sure wanted to get it on video.

Over the years I tried to get Abby into modeling for the camera, but she always put me off. She didn’t appear to be disagreeable to my taping her now.

At home, while Abby went to change I set up the camera where it wouldn’t be in the way. I moved the coffee table out of the way and relocated a couple of chairs. I made a perfect runway for the model.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” Bull asked me. “I don’t want you to get weird on me.”

“I’m fine with it,” I assured him. “This may be your lucky night.”

“Really?” he said with a smile. “You heard the saying that ‘once they go black they don’t go back’, haven’t you?”

“She did once,” I said. “I’m confidant that she can again.” At his quizzical look I gave him a thumbnail story about Abby’s adventures while I was gone.

“Now that is interesting,” Bull said. “And you’re all right with it?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m fine with it. Hell, if I learned anything it’s one man can’t do justice to one woman. They run at a different speed then we do.”

“Amen to that, brother,” Bull said with a laugh.

I put some music on the stereo that I thought was appropriate for a modeling show. Abby came out wearing a cobalt blue dressing gown with a matching teddy on under it. She walked around the den, stopped, took off the dressing gown, and made another trip around the room. As she left she told me to get the funeral dirge off the stereo and put something livelier on. So much for my selection.

“Hold on man,” Bull said jumping up. “I have the very thing in the car.” Pretty soon he was back. I put his CD on which was mostly bass and drums doing a throbbing jungle beat.

Abby came back wearing a neon red outfit which was a negligee and under it she had on matching panties and bra. She looked hot as hell. Both Bull and I applauded. Her next ensemble was a slink black teddy. Her breasts bounced and swayed as she moved to the music. I was sporting a hurting boner, and I knew Bull was also hard.

“I like the music,” Abby said “Don’t change it. You boys had enough yet?”

We quickly assured her that we had not had anywhere enough yet. She laughed as she left us. Her next outfit nearly caused my heart to leap out of my chest. It was a gauzy white d**** affair. I’m sure it has a name, but I don’t know what. We could catch a glimpse of her breasts when she moved across the room. It was plain to see that she had nothing on under the gauzy material.

Abby came out two more times, and each time she had on less than the time before. Her last change was the bikini she had worn at the lake. Not the top, just the bottoms. She paraded around the room her full breasts swaying with each step.

She came to a stop in front of where Bull was sitting. “So boys, did you like the show?”

“Hell yes!” Bull said. “Girl you don’t know what you’ve done to me. Show us the rest.”

“Do you mean you want me totally nude?” Abby said in a teasing tone. “Wouldn’t that make you want to do something to me?”

“Dammit bitch,” Bull growled, “I already want to fuck your brains out.”

For some reason I had zoomed in on Abby’s face, and through the viewer finder I saw her eyes blink rapidly when Bull said, “bitch!” I widened back out to catch Abby slipping the bottoms off. If I had any doubt that something was going to happen between her and Bull, I didn’t have them any longer. Abby was going to get fucked and nothing on this earth could stop it. I couldn’t have stopped it then, even if I had wanted to…which I didn’t.

Abby, now totally naked, except for her heels, took a short walk around the room and came back in front of Bull and stopped again, her legs spread wide, hands on her hips. “See anything you like?”

Bull didn’t answer. He reached out and felt her pussy. He slipped one finger, then two in her wet pussy and with his fingers, pulled her to him. I could hear Abby moan as she fell into his lap. Bull covered her mouth with his, never taking his fingers out of her pussy. With his free hand he was mauling her tit and pulling hard on her nipple.

After about ten minutes of that, Bull let Abby go. She jumped to her feet, gasping for breath, her chest heaving. She grabbed Bulls hands and urged him to get up. When he did, she pulled him toward the bedroom, yelling at me to forget the fucking camera and come on. I did follow, but I took the camera with me. There was no way I wasn’t going to tape what was to follow.

I got to the bedroom in time to see Abby tearing at Bulls clothes. They were standing beside our bed. Abby went to her knees as she pulled his pants down. She left them crumpled at his ankles and jerked his boxers down.

“My God, it’s beautiful,” Abby said breathlessly. “Bill, look at it. Isn’t it the most gorgeous thing you have ever seen?”

I am sure of my masculinity. I can admit that Bull has a pretty impressive looking cock, but I’ll be damned if I’ll use the words beautiful or gorgeous. I knew from the past that Bull sported a cock that was almost ten inches long. I knew that it was big in girth also. I knew from our past that when most men were finished, Bull would just be starting. These things that I knew, my sweet little wife would soon find out for herself. I set the video camera up in a corner, and got out of the way myself.

Abby got up and rose up on her tiptoes. Bull bent down and they kissed, long and deep, while she held onto his cock. It looked like she was afraid that it would get away if she let go.

“You want to suck my cock, Abby?” Bull asked after the kiss broke. Abby nodded several times, dropped to her knees, and put her mouth on his nearly hard cock. Apparently she had gotten better at sucking large cock since her first experience with Tony Marks. She was getting down on it pretty good. Bull let her work on his cock for a few minutes until it was as hard as it was likely to get. A cock that big doesn’t stick straight out like us shorthorns does. Too heavy I guess, but I hadn’t thought of it until then.

“How do you want it?” Bull asked softly.

“On my back,” Abby said laying crossways on the bed. “I want to be under you, and I want to see your eyes when you put it in me.” She raised her legs and spread them until her knees were almost to her shoulders.

Bull pulled her out on the bed a little ways, and rubbed his massive rod up and down her slit. I could see that she was wet even from across the room. I moved around, taking the tripod with me so that I could see both their faces. Bull had a half grin on his face and Abby was wide-eyed, and had a look of eager anticipation on hers. Bull was teasing her by putting the head of his cock in her and then withdrawing it. He did that several times.

“Quit fucking around!” Abby said sharply. “Put the damned thing in and fuck me.” Bull put the head of his cock back in her pussy and leaned in; putting another two inched in her. Abby’s wide eyes got even bigger.

“Want more, Cunt?” Bull asked.

“I want it all, you black son of a bitch,” Abby hissed. “Give it all to me.”

Bull shoved all ten inches into her; she bucked hard, and screamed loudly. He gave her a few seconds to get used to it, and then he started pumping in and out of her. I saw all this through the viewfinder. Bull grabbed her legs and pulled them farther apart and even farther back. That raised her pussy upward, and he kept slamming in and out of her. Abby’s face was flushed. Hell, her whole body was flushed. I knew when she came the first time, and even the second, but I lost track after that.

Fifteen minutes after he started fucking my wife, Bull ejaculated in her. When he did he grunted loudly, but kept fucking her. His come was leaking out around the tight ring her cunt formed around his cock. When Bull withdrew, her pussy came out with it some. It looked like she was being turned inside out. Seeing his ebony shaft in her white and pink pussy was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. It was amazing to watch her pinkness turn to bright red as blood engorged her pussy. One of her hands was on Bull’s shoulder, urging him on, while the other played with her nipples. She pulled, rubbed, stroked, and pinched her nips. She was grunting and moaning while the big man fucked her. Occasionally she would whimper, and a couple of times cried out for him to keep fucking her. I didn’t think he intended on stopping.

Bull pulled completely out of her, a flood of come came gushing out. He rolled her over and relocated her on the bed, and took her doggy fashion. Abby started woofing like the bitch dog she was. Bull was getting even deeper in her in that position. My cock felt like it was about to burst. I left the camera running and took off my clothes. I went to the other side of the bed closest to Abby’s head and presented my cock to her. Her eyes were closed, but she latched onto my dick, and started sucking it. With my excitement level and her hard sucking, I didn’t last very long. I shot-off in her mouth, she swallowed and kept on sucking. I managed to get my softened dick away from her, and went back to my camera work. ***

I guess it was about midnight when we all had to take a break. I got the tape out and put it in my player. We all watched it, and we all got turned on again. Abby’s modeling was hot enough just by itself, but the rest was super hot. I would edit and take out some of the camera jiggling and other distracting things.

“I didn’t know I was that vocal,” Abby said. She was sitting between Bull and I. None of us had bothered to put anything on after our shower. “My God, I did get that thing in me, didn’t I?”

“To the balls, sweet thing,” Bull said laughing. “Is that the biggest you had?”

“Yes it certainly is. I’m not sure I’d want one any bigger, either. I thought Tony Marks was big. You got in places that only my dildo has been.” She had both of our dicks in her hands.

“If you ever want a bigger one, let me know,” Bull said.

“You know a man with a bigger cock?” Abby and I said at almost the same time.

“Yeah, Smokey Joe is bigger. Hell, he’s bigger everywhere.”

“Who’s Smokey Joe?” I asked

“How big?” Abby asked.

“Smokey is a guy I sometimes do business with,” Bull said. “He’s about an inch longer but he’s a lot bigger around. Only good thing about his cock is that’s it smaller at the tip and gets bigger on back. Kinda tapered. Ol’ Smokey likes the white gals, but not many are willing to take him on.”

The tape had gotten to the part where Bull and I both fucked Abby. I had her ass and Bull was fucking her pussy. If Abby thought she was vocal and loud before… That ended our conversation for a while. Watching it got us all fully recharged. We went back to the bedroom. An hour later I dozed off to the bouncing of the bed as Bull fucked Abby. Their bouncing woke me up.

“Dammit Bull, are you trying to wear my wife’s cunt out?” I got up, and left them to it. I needed coffee very badly. I’m not very social until I have at least one cup.

Bull and Abby came to the kitchen about a half hour later. Bull had on a pair of boxers and Abby had one of my dress shirts that she hadn’t bother to button. Their timing was perfect; I was ready to be social.

“First of all, Billy-boy,” Bull said. “You can’t wear it out. Just like the worlds fair, it gets bigger and better every year.”

“If you say so,” I said. “How long did you two go at it?”

“All night,” Abby said with a tired smile. “Bill, you are the best husband in the whole world.” She d****d her arms around me from the back and kissed me on the cheek. “That was a blast. Now I’m going back to bed…to sleep. Wake me for lunch.”

“Man, she is something else,” Bull said. “You are one lucky son of a bitch.”

“I know that,” I said.

“Having any thoughts about last night?” Bull asked.

“Yeah. Lots of thoughts and all sexy. You know something, Bull? For some reason I feel like a brand new life has opened up for Abby and me. Some shit that’s been hanging out there in the back of my mind is gone.”

“Good to hear,” Bulls said pulling a chair around sitting across the table from me. “You want to talk a little business?”

“Business? What kind of business?”

“Video business. You ever do any porno?”

“Back when I first started I did some. I didn’t turn anything down. I even videoed a cockfight one time. Why do you ask?”

“Friend of mine is looking to get started in the business. He got a bunch of tape, but he don’t know how to edit and polish it up. You know, get it ready to put on the market. I told him you might be interested in making a buck or two.”

“If it’s only a buck or two, I’m not interested. Any Jackass can point a camera. The real art comes in the editing. It takes a lot of time to do it right. What kind of money are we talking about?”

“Five hundred per tape could be arranged.”

“Five hundred plus fifty an hour with a max of seven fifty for the finished product. If they send me trash, they’ll get trash back. It takes about two hours of raw tape to get an hour flick. The more raw footage they send the better chance I have to get a good movie. Who’s your friend?”

“Smokey Joe. If he’s got a last name I don’t know what it is. He’ll stand still for seven-fifty. Want to have a face to face?”

“Big dick Smokey Joe? The dude you told us about last night? Sure, put us together. We’ll talk.”

“This afternoon? You want him to come here?” “Yeah, why not? We can meet at the shop or here at the house.” ***

It was about one o’clock when Abby woke up. She looked a lot better, less exhausted. I heard her stirring around and started making her an omelet.

“And a good morning again.” I said when she made her appearance.

“Hi, Sweetheart,” she said giving me a kiss. “You made an omelet for me? Aren’t you something special?”

“Indeed I am,” I modestly admitted. I served up her meal. “I have to go change. I have a two o’clock meeting at the shop.”

“On Saturday?” She asked. “Who are you meeting with on your day off?”

“A guy Bull knows wants me to do some edit work for him.”

“Wait just a minute. Didn’t you tell me that anything Bull is involved in is likely crooked?”

“No, I said likely shady,” I corrected her. “Anyway this isn’t Bulls stuff. A guy he knows. Got a bunch of raw footage and he wants me to put it together for him.”

“I’ll bet raw is right. Porno? Bill, I thought you had passed that.”

“I have, but this might be some serious money. My name won’t be on any of it. When it comes time for the credits, I’ll leave my name off.”

“You are on your own, chum,” Abby said. “I don’t want anything to do with porno.”

“Fine. I’ll just run in, meet with Smokey Joe, make the deal, or not, and be home within an hour.”

“Would that be the same Smokey Joe, Bull spoke of last night?”

“I suspect it is. How many guys would have that name?” I left her and changed my clothes. When I came back, she was standing by the door.

“What?” she snapped. “You surely don’t think I’d let you go by yourself do you? You don’t know how to say no. I’ll be there to keep you out of trouble.” I just won a fifty-dollar bet with myself.

Standing close to Smokey Joe, I revised my weight estimate. The big son of a bitch had to weigh at least four hundred pounds. I’m nearly six feet tall, and I had to crane my neck to look up at him. He was nearly seven feet tall. Smokey Joe seemed to be standing a lot closer to me than I was to him. We were in the back room of my shop.

“Nice place you got here,” Joe said. He had a soft voice, and barley spoke above a whisper. “Lots of stuff.”

“Yeah, thanks. It takes a lot of stuff to make a good video. Bull tells me you have an editing problem.”

“Yes, I do,” he said glancing at Bull who had taken a seat beside Abby. Abby’s mouth was slightly open at the sight of the mountain that moved and spoke. “Are you up to it?”

“I think so,” I said. “I told Bull that if the raw footage is junk, the final product would likely be junk also. Are your cameramen any good?”

“Just fair,” Joe said with a grin. “Maybe not that good. Ah…you sure you want your woman in on this discussion?”

“Sure, Abby is a big girl. She knows the score. Here the deal, five hundred per movie plus fifty an hour with a max of seven-fifty, and you can’t rush me. I only have one speed.”

“That’s cool man,” he said. “Now and again I might get a rush order. I’ll expect to pay extra for that. Is that a problem?”

“No, not a problem. Are you using professional actors?”

“Naw, mostly just whoever we can find. Some of the stuff I do is couples wanting something to spice up their love life. Private stuff, you know? I would be mighty pissed off if that shit hit the internet, or anything like that. You get my drift?”

“Yeah, I got it. You want me to destroy the raw footage?”

“No, I’ll pick it up, and take care of it myself. You got any problem with black men fucking white chicks?”

“Not if the white chicks don’t care,” I said. I glanced at Abby and saw her smile slightly. “I won’t have anything to do with c***d porno. If you have an actor that looks young, then send me proof of age, or I’ll send the tapes back to you unedited. You have a problem with that?”

“Hell no, man. I don’t have anything to do with that sick shit. My stuff is mostly one on one, some threesomes, and the occasional gangbang. Got some solo stuff of women with dildos and other gadgets. One with a chick and an eel, but that’s about as weird as we get. You think we got a deal?”

“I do think we got a deal. When do you want to start?”

“Right now. I brought some and I got a room full of tapes back home. You are way behind, man. I brought fifty tapes with me and I’ll bring more when you say so.”

“Fine, let’s go down the street to Murphy’s bar and have a drink on it.”

Bull, Joe and I carried several boxes of videotapes into the office.

Murphy’s, as usual on Saturday afternoon, was crowded, but we managed to find a table in the back after Smokey Joe glared at the lone man sitting there. The guy figured that he could sit at the bar just as well. I didn’t blame the guy, if Smokey Joe had glared at me, I’d move, too.

We were on the second round when Abby’s curiosity got the best of her.

“I have to ask. A chick and an eel? How does that work?”

“Simple,” Smokey Joe said. “She shoves a live eel up her snatch, and it goes to thrashing around and gets the chick off.”

“That must have started back before the battery powered dildo,” Bull observed causing us all to laugh. Abby was slightly pink, but that may have been because of close proximity to two large black men.

“Hey Smokey Joe,” Bull said. “Ol’ Billy-boy made a pretty hot video last night, didn’t you Billy-boy?”

“Uh oh,” Abby said jumping to her feet. “Pee time.” She took off for the rest room.

“Tell me about it,” Joe said to me.

“White woman, white man, and a black man,” I said nonchalantly. “Routine shit.”

“No, it wasn’t routine,” Bull said. “This fuckin’ hot gal did a lingerie show to start it off, and then ended up fucking both guys. Hottest shit I ever saw, anywhere.”

Joe looked at Bull, and then at me. “You tell me if I’m off base here, but are the actors in that deal sitting pretty close to me? Is one of them in the ladies room as we speak?”

“Could be,” Bull said. “I’m serious Smokey Joe. It was fuckin’ hot, and it ain’t even been polished, or whatever you call it, yet.”

“Any chance I could preview it?” Joe asked looking at me. “That’s one fine woman you got there.”

“Thanks. Maybe,” I said. “I’ll have to refer the question to a higher authority. I’ll ask her when she gets back.”

I guess three men looking expectantly at you would cause a question. Abby came back and sat down. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Smokey Joe wants to see the video we made last night,” Bull said. Bull doesn’t beat around the bush much. He goes right to the heart of the subject. I would have slid into the subject a bit more gently. Abby looked at me, back to Bull, then Joe, and back to me. Her face was flushed, but not with embarrassment, I thought.

“Do you think it’s a good idea, Bill?” she asked. I shrugged, and grinned at her. “I don’t guess I care, then.”

“Let’s get the show on the road,” Bull said, jumping to his feet. “Smokey Joe can ride with me, and we’ll pickup some beer on the way.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Abby asked me in the car on the way home. “You know what’s likely to happen, don’t you?”

“I have a pretty good idea,” I responded. “It’s really up to you. You seemed to like one big black cock. Care to try for two?”

Abby caressed her breasts through her shirt; “My nipples have been like rocks since I saw that big dude. He’s so big it’s almost scary. Exciting, but damned scary.” She seemed to be having some trouble breathing.

While Abby went to change clothes, for reasons known only to her, I rearranged the furniture in the den. I put the long sofa in front of the TV where the loungers usually were. I reloaded the video camera. The stage was set.

When Bull and Smokey Joe arrived, I set them on the sofa directly in front of the TV. If this editing gig worked out I was going to buy a big screen TV first thing.

“Where’s the girl?” Bull asked. I told him that I’d go ahead and start the tape, and see if I could find Abby. I found her standing in the bathroom, looking in the mirror. She looked apprehensive.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“I guess I’m just nervous,” she said looking at me from the reflection in the mirror. “I mean what if he doesn’t like the video. I’m not an actress or a model, you know.”

“I know, but you’ll have to admit, you are hot…” Whooping from the den interrupted my thoughts. As soft as his voice was, I could hear Joe yelling.

“Son of a bitch, you were right,” Joe said, “Fuckin’ hot stuff.”

“Does that alleviate your fears?” I asked Abby. “You have the quite man yelling. Come on, let’s join the party.”

“I’ll be along in a minute. What should I wear?”

“How about that electric blue dressing gown with just you under it? You won’t have anything on very soon anyway.”

“Nothing on under? Isn’t that being sluttish?”

“Yes, it is. You are going to be a slut, aren’t you?” Abby smiled and came over and planted a big kiss on me.

“Yes I am, I’m going to be your slut. I’m going to let two big black studs fuck me while you watch them. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

I got back to the den just as the video was showing Abby coming out topless in the bathing suit.

“Man those tits are great,” Joe said. “Say, Bill…what’s going to happen here?” “You and me are going to have some white pussy, my friend,” Bull said. “What do you think about that?”

“I like it,” Joe said looking at me. “What does the husband think about it?”

“Watch the next part of the video and you’ll have your answer,” I answered grinning at him. “My wife seems to like black cock.”

“Man, I hope she likes mine,” Joe said in his soft voice.

A few minutes later Abby came in wearing the blue dressing gown. Bull and Joe moved over so that she could set between them. Her nipples could be seen poking against the shinny blue material. The video had just changed from Abby on Bull’s lap to the bedroom.

When the video showed Abby sucking on Bulls hard cock, I heard Smokey Joe give a soft groan. Bull unsnapped the top three snaps of Abby’s dressing gown and run his big hand in to her breasts. Then I heard Abby moan. In a few seconds both men had a breast in their hands. Abby was twisting and twitching, and when both men leaned down to take a nipple in their mouth she whimpered.

“Let’s take the fuckin’ slut to the bedroom,” Bull said getting to his feet and pulling Abby to hers. I grabbed the camera and followed the trio.

For a big man, Smokey Joe could sure undress fast. Before Bull got the dressing gown off of Abby, Joe was naked. I’m not an expert on cocks, but Joe’s cock looked like it should have guts of it’s own. I’ve read stories about black dudes with giant cocks, but frankly I didn’t believe it until that moment when Joe swung around, and I saw what was hanging between his tree-trunk size legs. True, it wasn’t much longer than Bull’s cock, but it damned sure was bigger around. Abby was going to have her work cutout for her tonight.

“Billy-Boy, she’s your whore. You wanna pop her first?” Bull asked. “That way she can work her way up to Smokey Joe’s cock. We’ll get some come in her cunt for lube.” That sounded like a plan to me. Abby had just got a good look at Joe’s weapon.

“Oh…my…God!” she said loudly. I got my pants and shirt off and approached her. “Bill, I don’t know if I can take that thing. Look at the size of it.”

“Smaller than a baby’s head,” I told her. “You can take it, and give him the fuck of a lifetime. Bull and I will get you ready, Sweetheart. You can do it. I want you to”

Abby was so hot she came as I stuck my modest cock in her. I was overly excited, too. It was a good thing I had back up, because I didn’t last very long. She whimpered a little as Bull worked his cock in her, but in a few minutes she was flying high as he pounded her pussy. Abby came and came, one climax coming on top of another.

Bull motioned for Joe to get on the bed beside them. Smokey Joe lay down on his back, and Bull literally picked Abby up and put her on Joe’s cock. Joe held the monster up and aimed it at her gapping cunt as Bull lowered her onto it.

Abby was sobbing as she eased down on Joe’s massive pole. The head of his cock went in, and them another half inch. Slowly, ever so slowly she went a little farther down. She stopped, dead still when she had received about four inches of his cock. That was where his dick widens out to its full girth. Bull was still holding on to her, but he used one hand to massage her clitoris. Abby was moaning and speaking gibberish.

“Come on, Baby,” Bull encouraged “You can do it. Give Smokey Joe a good fuck.” With his free hand he pushed down on her shoulder. Abby took another few inches. At this point she had about half of his cock in her. Abby started slowly moving up and down on the glistening black rod. Each time she went down she took a little bit more within her. When she rose up I could see that she was stuffed with cock. Bull now had both hands on her upper arms helping her move up and down.

Suddenly Abby screeched loudly. Bull had pushed her all the way down on Joes’s cock. They all froze in place for several minutes. There was no sound except the heavy breathing of Joe and Abby.

After a time, Abby started to move just a little. It was more like a twitch. I moved around using my hand held camera. Abby’s eyes were closed tight and there was a look of pain around her mouth. Even as I watched and taped her, I could see the look of pain change to pleasure. She started to move more and more. Up and down farther and farther until she was riding his cock nearly it’s full length.

“Oh, God! I’m stuffed full of his cock, Bill. I can feel his cock hitting my cervix,” Abby said loudly. “I’m fucking him! Can you see me?”

“I can see it,” I said. Her eyes opened, and she had to blink a few time to focus. Then she smiled at me.

“Fuck! You can’t believe how full I am!” there was a catch in her voice. She picked up the tempo, riding Joe’s cock harder. She was moaning and sobbing as Joe now had his huge hands on her hips helping her rise and fall as she bounced on his mighty cock. Abby was repeatedly climaxing.

After several minutes Abby lost the energy to move herself up and down. Joe and Bull did it for her. I’m not sure at what point Abby passed out. I think she fainted before they stopped fucking her with Joes cock. They used Joe’s cock like some kind of fucking device.

Abby recovered quickly and literally crawled back on the horse. She fucked Bull first and then Joe again. The second time with Ol’ Smokey Joe, she managed to stay conscious. I may have lost count, but I think they each fucked her four times. I managed to get in one more session with her. I don’t know if it was my imagination or not, but her pussy felt hotter than it ever had. I know it was looser, but I knew it would go back to its normal size after the large objects she had been fucked with had been out a while.

Abby respectfully refused Joe’s offer to ass fuck her. She didn’t think she was ready for that yet. She did manage to take Bull’s cock in her ass.

It was shortly after midnight when Abby kissed both of them on the lips and their cock knobs and hustled them out the door. No longer needing to suppress her interracial sexual desire after a four-year hiatus left Abby totally fucked out and me without any qualms over our open marriage thanks to the unexpected reunion with Bull Jones.

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Mr. Jones has lived next door to my mom and I for a couple of years now and we have become good friends with him. Mom is always complaining to him what a bad girl I am and how I need someone to teach me a lesson. I never quite understand what she means by this, she is always saying to me that if I was Mr. Jones daughter he would know how to deal with me. She will even say that when I am standing right next to him and he just looks at me and grins. I like Mr. Jones, he is a good looking strong...

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Mrs Jones

The year I turned 14 I got my first job. My father had died 5 years earlier, and mom had her hands full, providing for me and my sister. There was never enough money to go round, and a weekly allowance was out of the question. Not that I complained much. I loved my mom and my sister, and our family was a good place to grow up. So when the need for money turned up, a ticket to a movie, a fancy add-on for my bike, or whatever, I got myself a job every afternoon. 'Office messenger boy' I believe...

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Jan Jones

Cast: Jan, Paul, Peter, Penny, Mrs Haig. The new teacher arrived in town and her name is Miss Jan Jones. She is a very conservative person, age 28. Usually dresses in white underwear, white blouse, Grey skirt around the knees, and a cardigan for school. She does this to cover her figure of 36dd, 22, 30. Because of old school teasing, she tries to hide her body from others. She had been in the three teacher school for the term and was happy her first term was finalised. Two weeks...

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Mrs Jones

I grew up in Gold street, a nice neighbourhood in a nice part of a town, and for many years we lived next to the Jones.Mr Jones was a big guy in construction, he did a lot of work around the town, built a lot of new buildings and was always fairly busy, Mrs Jones however was always at home, she was a trophy wife, a hot blonde thirty something with an all over tan and what looked like a pretty impressive cleavage that was always fighting to get out of her top.When I reached my later teens I soon...

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Little Big Man the story of Mrs Jones

My mind raced with the memory of my mom fingering herself by the stairs.I looked over at Karen, her cum-covered face smiling at me, and ran my hand up her leg. I pushed one leg to the floor and lifted her other up on top of the couch, spreading them wide, and put my finger on her wide-open pussy. She giggled as I ran my fingers through the light curls of brown hair that surrounded her pussy. I stuck it between the big, pouty lips and ran it the length of her slit. Her freshly fucked snatch was...

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Little Big Man the story of Mrs Jones

My mind raced with the memory of my mom fingering herself by the stairs.I looked over at Karen, her cum-covered face smiling at me, and ran my hand up her leg. I pushed one leg to the floor and lifted her other up on top of the couch, spreading them wide, and put my finger on her wide-open pussy. She giggled as I ran my fingers through the light curls of brown hair that surrounded her pussy. I stuck it between the big, pouty lips and ran it the length of her slit. Her freshly fucked snatch was...

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Mrs Jones

I can't remember her name. She was just Mrs Jones. Her son; Mike and I were fond of motorbikes. He had a Honda XL 75; a 4 stroke trail bike with no muffler, so for a small bike,it made a lot of noise. It had problems. It would hardly ever start. We had to push start it pretty much every time. After that, it ran like a dream.We decided to strip down the carburetor. Mike's dad had a big garage and loads of tools, so I went over one day to start on the business. Mike wasn't home. I knocked at the...

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She Ms Jones

Note: Completely fictional, like all of my stories.My name’s Melissa, and I have a problem. I’ve known Ms. Jones for years, her daughter Vicki is my best friend. Ms. Jones lives alone, she’s single, and she kept the large house from the divorce. Vicki was about to go to Europe for grad school, and she invited me over for a sleepover, a throwback from our grade school days. When I was 19, Vicki invited me over for after she had a bad break-up. I left to use the restroom down the hall, and I was...

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Whatever Happened to Summer Jones

Whatever Happened to Summer Jones? By Callie Messenger The call came in from a French woman. I could tell by the accent. She sounded pleasant, but she was an odd combination of angry and sad. Her story was common in that her husband had committed adultery. It was uncommon in that she had not heard from him since. As there was the matter of the possessions, money and insurances she needed to find him. She wanted to talk to him too. I put straight on that. Leopards don't change...

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Babysitting for Mr Jones

Chapter 1 "Man, he is so hot!" 16 year old Jessie whispered to her best friend, Sara. They sat beside each other in Algebra I. "I know..." Sara replied. The person they were referring to was their 23 year old teacher, Mr. Jones. Jessie had thought he was fine since the first day of class, and every day, she found it so hard to concentrate because of the day dreams she had about her and Mr. Jones. And boy, were they wild ones! After class, Mr. Jones asked Jessie to stay after...

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Daughters DelightsChapter 46 Graham Jones

It was a Sunday morning and Nicola and Ghasaan were on a visit to Gwenllian when they were passing a local park and something caught Nicola’s attention. “Stop the car here,” she ordered. The puzzled chauffeur obeyed immediately. For a moment Nicola stared out of the window and observed the youths who were about Ghasaan’s age clearly being coached in the game of rugby. “Come with me, Ghasaan,” she said as she opened the door and got out. A puzzled Ghasaan followed his mother, as did an...

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Mrs Jones

Bev Genes is a pompom girl at West Bell High School. she is two weeks from 18yrs. and in between boys. Going home after a long day on the field she hears moaning and groaning as she opens the door to her house. On the floor is her 42yrs. mom and Kat her mothers new friend. Her mom has her legs spared wide while Kat pile drives her with a huge strap-on both women into it so much they don't notice Bev till after her mother has a orgasm and easies down. Then Bev is sitting there wide eyed and...

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Mr and Mrs Jones

It was the first time I’d done this so I was beyond nervous, but also really excited. I had fantasised about it for years and decided that now was the time. I put a personal ad online, I was very descriptive about who and what I wanted, just writing the ad was thrilling, as I imagined someone horny as hell reading it and knowing that I was the one they needed.So, there I was at a swanky hotel bar ready to fulfil my fantasy. I’d spent ages deciding what to wear, I needed to come across as...

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Impressive Miss Jones

CHAPTER 1 Born pretty and improving like a ripening peach, Satin Jones wandered along Main Street in despair. She had $1791.67 to her name and $1327.00, her one-third share of the month’s rent of, was due next Tuesday. Should Satin fail to stump up with her share of the rent, her two roommates would surely ask her to pay what she could and then leave so they could replace her. Three years ago Satin, daughter of a dressmaker mother and shoe store manager father, had left home when her parents...

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The Swing and Mr Jones

Well, I wonder what Mr. Jones has in store for me today. It has to be my pussy, because he has put his monster 15 inch cock in my mouth and a-s hole, and that’s all that is left If you haven’t read about my earlier adventures, go back and start with Me and Mr. Jones, so you will have all the background. I went upstairs, and knocked on the door, and he opened it buck naked, with his big old dick sticking straight out. I just smiled and said looks like you are ready for action. Did you start...

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Master PC Claire Jones

Note: I love comments letting me know what people think about my stories, it's the only way that I can improve if I know what needs some work so please don't be shy and let me know what you think! "Great, just fucking great," I mutter as I lean backwards against my door and look around my sterile white studio apartment. I just got home from work where they told me they were laying me off for a month possibly even more. Not enough work right now, it's the slow part of the year for us,...

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Grandpa Jones

1 - Visiting Grandpa Jones 2 - The Secret of Life 3 - The Secret of Death 1 - Visiting Grandpa Jones "Hi, Grandpa," Brie called in greeting as she pushed her way into the hospital room. Ben Jones looked up at the movement he caught out of the corner of his eye, and smiled. Brie was the youngest of three grandchildren, and the only one he seemed to have a connection with. She had turned eighteen the month before, and was looking forward to her high-school graduation in a few short...

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Dane Jones

DaneJones! The formula for good pornography is actually pretty simple: put at least one hot girl on camera and get her to do sex stuff. There are infinite variations on the theme, with most producers stacking their productions with more sexy sluts getting stuffed with a bunch of big cocks. Porn director Dane Jones certainly does that, but also includes heavy doses of elements not found in every airtight orgy video: passion, chemistry, and genuine intimacy.Who says romance is dead? Certainly not...

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Bull

After arriving in the town where I opened my gift shop, I was somewhat naïve. My life had always been arranged by my older lover named Pierre.Alas, I was considered a geriatric at the age of twenty-six and after having been dumped for a nineteen-year-old, I essentially had to recreate my new life.Upon my arrival in my new surroundings in a small town, I had made a firm commitment never to lie about my sexual orientation. After work most days, I usually popped into the pub diagonally across the...

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Nurse Smith and Nurse Jones

Nurse Smith and Nurse Jones By Ricky I've always had a thing for uniforms; maybe that's why I married a nurse. That starched white uniform really turns me on, and her long legs in white stockings are enough to get me hot and bothered at a moment's notice. The only problem is she is working nights in a small nursing home and our schedules make time in bed a hard thing to come by. But night shift does have it's advantages at times. There have been a few mornings when I have...

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The Trials of Smith and Jones

The following is a pure work of fiction presented by the author for the enjoyment of readers who are interested in a genre based on TG/SciFi. I need to acknowledge the generous and talented editorial contribution of one of my oldest friends, Lisa Funke, for whom I have the highest respect and love. She's probably has the best eye for spelling and punctuation of anyone I've ever known. Preface: A long time ago I read a sci-fi short story based on this theme and found it to be a...

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Jedadiah Jones

“Daddy!” Bonnie cried and gave me this terrified look. Oh shit! I pulled out of Bonnie’s cunt and stood up. I turned around and faced a well-dressed middle aged dude whose face was progressively turning darker shades of red. He kept looking at first my face and then my dick. I knew I was in trouble but he could see I was wearing a condom. I figured that might count in my favor since I was fucking his daughter in a responsible manner, right? Apparently not. He rushed up and slapped me...

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Jedadiah Jones

Introduction: A cheating wife story I met this cute girl while I was out cruising Saturday night and we sort of clicked so she invited me back to her house. Actually, it looked like a small mansion. Her name was Bonnie. Bonnie said her parents werent due home until late. We started kissing and necking for a while. So anyway, one thing led to another. We threw off all our clothes and started fucking. Everything was going along fine and dandy. I heard Bonnie gasp while we were doing the old in...

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Me and Mr Jones

Me and Mr. Jones“Hey great game guys—gotta jet” “What's up Dillon—gotta hot date”? “Ya, I think so” “No shower ? Hope she likes funk” ! “ya, me too”I grabbed my duffel bag from my locker, and quickly ran out the shower house. We had a good game that night, and I was pretty excited. Even at 10:00 at night, it's was pretty fuckin hot in East Texas—about 80. I was sweatin like a pig, and damm near smelled like one. I hopped in the GTO with Mark Mattox. Catching me right after the game he said he...

2 years ago
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The unusual case of Alice Jones

It was an early morning call to the police by a middle aged woman walking her dog that first alerted the authorities about the young woman discovered unconscious on the park bench. On arrival, the police thought that this woman was a sex worker, a prostitute, mainly because of the clothing that she wore. The young woman was found wearing a red transparent blouse, which did little to hide her massive breasts which struggled to be contained in the black bra which she was wearing. The...

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Journal of an AgentChapter 7 Catherine ZetaJones

The least fun part about being an agent out here in Hollywood is having to do damage control when some sort of bad press happens to one of your clients. They say that any news is good news, but I have to disagree. Sometimes a celebrity can do something so stupid that it damages their career for the rest of their life. That is of course, if you let it happen. I was faced with one of those situations now and my mind was racing as I tried to grasp what to do. Sitting in front of me in tears was...

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New Jock TalesChptr 5Me and Mr Jones

“Hey great game guys—gotta jet” “What's up Dillon—gotta hot date”? “Ya, I think so” “No shower ? Hope she likes funk” ! “ya, me too” I grabbed my duffel bag from my locker, and quickly ran out the shower house. We had a good game that night, and I was pretty excited. Even at 10:00 at night, it's was pretty fuckin hot in East Texas—about 80. I was sweatin like a pig, and damm near smelled like one. I hopped in the GTO with Mark Mattox. Catching me right after the game he said he had a...

4 years ago
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The Kingdom of Jones

1. The land between the rivers, in Southern Illinois, it’s called Little Egypt. There are coal mines, corn fields and enumerable small towns, that you don’t know about unless you’re from there. A little bit north of there is the land between the Mississippi and Illinois Rivers, it’s called the Kingdom. Trenton was right on the Illinois River, with the river on one side and the bluffs, or small hills on the other. The high school in Trenton was back away from the water and was situated right...

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My adventures with Mrs Jones

This story is fictional and based on a penthouse forum letter I read from my dad's stash when I was a horny teen.It was the end of school and as usual we were all hanging out at Vicky Jones's place. They had a big house with a nice inground pool. I was 18, just finished high school, and in pretty good shape from working on a farm, trying to hide my constant hardon in my swim shorts with all the girls in their bikinis and hard bodies. It was heaven and hell all at once. We were all laughing and...

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Marine Zacks Group Encounter by Buck Jones

Chapter Sevenby Buck JonesZack Arranges a Group EncounterI told Gramp what I wanted. I wanted a controlled ****. I want to be tied up to a tree and guys and then maybe some girls come along… and they use my holes. The guys double fuck me… I could be d**gged or something. I just want to give up control to get what I want. I want sexual excess and sexual exhaustion. I don’t want to bleed or anything, but I wantto be lost in what’s happening. I want every action, every slap, every whack to work me...

2 years ago
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New Jock TalesChptr 4Me and Mrs Jones

Me and Mrs. Jones--- Meeee and Mrs. Jo-ones---we got a thing---goin on. Well, actually it was Mrs. Clark. She lived over on the west side, in a semi uppety neighborhood. Mark had called and asked if I would like to come with him to clean her pool—said he would throw me a few bucks, and of course we could swim a while while we were there. I said ya, sounded great. We arrived around 2:00 that afternoon, and went right to work. Mrs. Clark wouldn't be home for a couple of hours, so...

3 years ago
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Watching Mrs Jones

It was a warm and sticky August night. There was just enough light for Jason to see his watch. He saw thatit was after 10:00 PM as he sat there in the darkness waiting for the lovers to come. He knew they would come. He had no doubt about that. He had planned everything too perfectly and he was sure that nothing could possibly go wrong. He would be hiding out on the balcony when they returned and here he had a perfect hiding place to view the action. But yet, something was bothering him....

3 years ago
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A gift for Jackson Jones

Jackson Jones' alarm woke him up with a start. He reached over and pushed the button to turn off the alarm. Sitting up he scrubbed at his face, the stubble on his chin scratching his hands.As he sat he remembered the events of the night before after he was heading back from his friends house after playing games all evening as turned to take a short cut through the park he saw a alien creature running towards him with four or five men running after that said creature a few minutes behind. The...

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Jock TalesMe and Mrs Jones

Jock Tales Me and Mrs. Jones---Meeee and Mrs. Jo-ones---we got a thing---goin on. Well, actually it was Mrs. Clark. She lived over on the west side, in a semi uppety neighborhood. Mark had called and asked if I would like to come with him to clean her pool—said he would throw me a few bucks, and of course we could swim a while while we were there. I said ya, sounded great. We arrived around 2:00 that afternoon, and went right to work. Mrs. Clark wouldn't be home for a couple of hours, so...

3 years ago
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Me And Mrs Jones

So I’m sure we all had a teacher we had a crush on in school, well mine was my second grade teacher. I assure you that this has nothing to do with c***d porn I’m not a sick fucker like that.Like I said my 2nd grade teacher was fuckin’ hot; she always dressed conservative not showing much but she had a nice pair of perky tits and a nice round ass, shoulder length brown hair and she was always done up with makeup.So years down the road I was at the bar having a few after I watched the Miami Heat...

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Granpa Jones

"No mom! You can not do this to me!" I could not believe it. Mom just told me that I will be spending most of my summer babysitting granpa Jones. Here I am in my middle teen years, middle of puberty and discovering boys and wondering about sex and now I am going to spend most of my summer on a farm in the middle of no where with a man who can not take care of his self nor hardly talk for that matter. We got out there and mom and my aunt stayed several days showing me the ropes of everything...

3 years ago
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Mrs Jones

I'd like to tell you all about an amazing stay in hotel I had a couple of weeks ago.I was away with work up near Inverness, I had to spend the night, so I booked myself into a B&B. It was run by a couple and they were very nice. It was around 10pm when I arrived and as I went to go to my room and noticed they had a small bar. I went to the room, dropped my bags off and went back down stairs for a quick drink before bed.The couple were in their 50's and they guy served me at the bar. His...

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After the Derby with Mrs Jones

Well what a day it had been, I had driven us back down and we where on the ferry home to the island, Mrs Smith had not had much chance to talk to me on my own, but hear on the ferry she made her move. As she Followed me to the out side deck I didn’t know how she was going to react so was a bit nervous as she looked at me and then said, “ So you like to fuck mature married Ladies then?” To which I replyed honestly, “ YES!” “I adore Married Ladies and after you friends Husband upset her, I just...

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Jasmine and Achilles Jones

I was surprised. Rangers were supposed to be bullet proof; first sergeant had told me so in training camp. So there I was with a bullet lodged near my heart and a shard of shrapnel buried in my ass. What a wonderful way to get a ticket home—not. That I'd made a herculean effort to fall on the nurse and shield her from the incoming even while she was prepping me to get the bullet removed from my chest didn't make me feel any better, her body did feel good under me. Laying there on top of her...

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Madeline Jones

It had been six months since I'd moved in next door to an amazing lady. She was in her early to mid sixties, had a vibrant warm personality, and immediately befriended me showing genuine concern after my divorce. Madeline and I became good friends. I very often stopped by after work to check on her, see how she was doing, and generally on the weekends, did a few odd jobs for her. Having Madeline as a friend, someone to talk to, made the days easier to deal with and not quite so lonely. She...

3 years ago
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Jedadiah Jones

I met this cute girl while I was out cruising Saturday night and we sort of clicked so she invited me back to her house. Actually, it looked like a small mansion. Her name was Bonnie. Bonnie said her parents weren't due home until late. We started kissing and necking for a while. So anyway, one thing led to another. We threw off all our clothes and started fucking. Everything was going along fine and dandy. I heard Bonnie gasp while we were doing the old in and out and I thought the bitch had...

3 years ago
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Toby Jones

I picked her up and put her on the table. Her robe came open and I could see her tits. I reached up and squeezed them and began to rub her nipples. "No! No! Please Toby, you can't do this. Steve is your friend and my husband. Please don't do this." Her mouth was saying no, but her body was saying yes. I saw the wetness forming on her white panties. I stood between her spread legs and began rubbing her pussy with two fingers. This incident took place over a year ago. I'll tell you a...

4 years ago
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Bull

Bull By Cassandra Morgan The walk of anticipation is a slow one. I moved nervously across the crowded bars, and I felt the eyes of the voyeurs follow my every stop. Someone was trying to get lucky tonight. The man with the blue eyes watched as I approached him. He was nursing a dark drink, and his tie was loose around his neck. He was wearing a light blue shirt and a dark blue blazer that contrasted with his light blond hair. He had some sort of class ring around his right hand....

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BULLS COCKS COWS HEIFERS PHIL RON O

BULLS COCKS, COWS & HEIFERS Phil was newly divorced, his wife had given him several c***dren who were away at college. She had taken the house as part of the settlement & $20k a year from the business. Phil had converted an old warehouse into a bachelor pad. The main storage area downstairs he had it insulated and alarmed to store his vintage & classic collections.The wasted area space was enough to install two levels above the vintage & classic collections area.Phil is in his...

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Bulled Black

John Thompson had a framed photograph of his wife and kids on his office desk. The picture, professionally taken at a studio across town, never failed to remind the thirty nine year old Lawyer what a lucky man he was. Indeed, John often felt a surge of pride when a client or colleague commented on what a lovely family he had. His wife Marie was thirty four and as alluring and stylish as the picture suggested. She stood by her husband, smiling confidently in a designer white dress that clung...

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Bull Training The Line Up

The Line Up“All right, line ‘em up!” A woman in drag shouted, carrying a clipboard and a stopwatch.“You all want to be certified bulls? You have just initiated bull boot camp.  Everyone of you has passed through a rigorous screening of candidates, but don’t even think you can just go out and serve our clients.  This is just the first step.”“Pants down and harden them up. NOW!!!”About twenty men dropped their pants and started rubbing off their cocks, desperately trying to harden them up. The...

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Miss Jones

It was Friday 13th October the night before my birthday, I had just finished a late dinner so I sat down to watch TV, there was nothing on just some stupid late night game show and passions, so I decided to go to bed instead. 11:30PM, oh god why can’t I sleep? Theres something wrong, I just can’t put my finger on it, the air is full of static it’s like im sitting in suspense. I look at my clock again 11:45pm, I lay down again close my eyes and try to think of a warm place where I’m safe...

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Getting to know Sarah Jones

Sarah twisted her ankle a week into a new job. A few days after theaccident, her flatmate - whom she relied on for transport - had a car accident. Sarah appeared to be stranded that day at work. My name is Jack Kowalski. I am a professional computer programmer, who was brought up to be very shy. I use programming as a way to escape. Don’t get me wrong, I would like to experience a girl, but… well… umm…. About two weeks ago, my boss called me in and informed me of Sarah’s predicament. Since she...

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Mr Jones

The teacher called her to his office after school. He shut the door and locked it. He sat at his desk and told her to stand before him. She was young but very sexy. Her firm tits wore no bra and the nipples poked at the flimsy material covering them. She loved to behave like a slut and tried hard to entice the teacher during class. She wore short skirts with no panties and sat so he could see her pussy as she spread her legs. He was a handsome teacher and fucking him was her fantasy.As she...

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Mike and Jennifer Jones

Mike met Jenny in New York, Mike had not been there before, they had made love before, so there were no problems about rooms. Mike's firm had given him " Carte Blanche " about expenses, so knowing he was meeting and staying with Jenny he booked the secluded Penthouse, reasonably soundproofed! Jenny met him in the Lobby, she was wearing a short pleated dark blue skirt, a white cotton long sleeved buttoned blouse and 4" black high heels as Mike had asked, she looked absolutely GORGEOUS and had a...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 3 Mrs Jones

I READ through all of Bradford Gold’s letters from England to his wife in America that late afternoon and evening. They covered a period of about 17 months, about 72 weeks in all, and there were 59 letters, all of them were either two or four pages long, but mostly they said little or nothing. There was certainly nothing of any meaning that threw light on why he would consider deserting from his commitments to the Military. He carefully avoided mentioning any airfields or even what counties...

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Incredible ChangesChapter 293 Banging with the Jones

I never thought about it, but it does seem that people would call us insane if we even tried to discuss that we might have some powers and abilities most humans did not. Zander did his best to get me outside of the complex and away without the others being able to intercept me. He succeeded, except for things he could not control. Tommy had abilities that none of the others knew about, and I was the only other person that he told. Waiting for me on the path back toward where I rescued...

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Christmas at the Joness

Christmas at the Jones's. By Tanya H. For Lina, Becca and all the women who were strong and brave enough. Christmas Morning. A good family Christmas centres on tradition and hosting hers in her brand new (dream) house made Mum understandably nervous. I didn't help when I'd messaged, a few days earlier, to say I'd be bringing my boyfriend having decided the time was right to disprove the suggestion I'd invented him to try and reassure Mum. She met me on the driveway, as I...

2 years ago
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The Rape And Humiliation Of The Joness

Ted Jones was a fifty-eight year old has been his company of 25 years standing had finally fallen and gone into liquidation. It had taken almost all of Julia's, his wife, jewellery to clear the majority of his debts; the rest were covered by the company public liability insurance. Ted was fifty-eight, married for thirty years to his long suffering wife, Julia who was nine years his junior. Yes sure enough the sex life in the beginning was exciting but it had petered away to once in six weeks...

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