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THE BIG FOUR-OH


This Sunday morning I did not want to wake up. My birthday party was over. I had a giant house, 3 floors about ground, parlor, porch and a basement. And enough living space to hold a small town in. The idea for the party was John’s, my hubby. You see I’m a secret exhibitionist. He had me dress up in a special way. Black corset, garter belt, stockings and high heels with a tight-fitting black top and long black velvet skirt to go over them. The corset let my nipples be uncovered in full view. The blouse’s neckline was well below the corset. The skirt had a slit in the front that came to a point where my pussy, trimmed Brazilian style, was revealed as I stood or walked around. Now my trim body had an hourglass shape and my nipples were free to show and titillate. I looked and felt sexy. At each doorbell ring, my Hubby let the guests into the living room. At the right moment, I went downstairs and made my entrance. About 10 people with presents in their hands yelled "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” I was happy.

John’s friend pulled me onto center of our living room and held me very tight as a slow music that played. My tits were pressed against his chest and his groin kept pushing into me. I realized he was getting a hard-on. I tried to pull back a little but I knew I was getting very aroused. John let this go on through three or four dances then, as I was dancing with two guys at once, one in front and one behind - who clearly had his arms round me and his hands on my tits - John strolled over to slow things down a bit so as not to get out of hand. He removed my blouse. My tits resting on corset’s bra were hard, dark red and free. I knew that this was my moment.

I started to move using the few dance moves I could remember. I made moves that my mother would not approve of but I was enjoying the moment because I had the full attention of my friends. I started to play to my audience and my hips began to move in what seemed like two directions at once. I pulled up skirt exposing the tops of my mound.

I was on autopilot in my motions. After what seemed like a long time, I reached and slid the zipper of my skirt. It started to slip downwards. I let the skirt slide down and exposed me in my corset. I continued to dance in my corset, garter and stockings. I placed my foot on the chair between John’s legs. He unsnapped the garter and rolled the hose down my leg. I danced a little with a bare leg and the garter straps flapping about. I then put my other foot between John's legs and he repeated the removal of my hose. When I was done to my just corset I considered retiring from my dance career. However, I could tell that all the men were totally in awe of watching me perform. I could have taken them by the hand and lead them one by one over the cliff.

Twisting and turning slowly I let my audience appreciate the sight before them. I could sense the lust and longing in the room, those men wanted me. They wanted ME! I am so surprised by just how good this is made me feel. I ran my hands over my breasts and down to my thighs. Teasing my skin with my caress. I was so hot. So turned on. I felt like a bitch in heat. Nothing could stop me. I was carried on a wave of power and sexuality. I unbuckled my corset and let it fall to the ground. I heard the hoops and hollers of appreciation as I twisted and turned my nipples. Arching my back I offered my tits up as an offering. Pulling and pawing at my breasts in a sexual frenzy. One hand caressed my breast as the other slipped down over the curve of my stomach and worked its way under. My finger extended down and made contact with my hot throbbing clit. I hissed with pleasure. I was lost in my own arousal only barely aware of the gasps and groans of the men watching me. I rubbed my finger in my juices, played with my clit and moaned wantonly. I opened my eyes and all there were naked. John was kneeling in front of me with his mouth on my pussy lips. The other men were sucking my nipples. My body was going into an overload. By now I resigned to whatever was going on, I just shut my eyes and tilted my head back to let them do whatever they want. I felt hands rubbing my tits and pulling my nipples. After a few more minutes I bent my hips back and felt a hard thick dick enter me from behind. All my private areas were occupied with someone's mouth or hand. My nervous hands got wrapped around someone’s cock. To my surprise I instinctively began pumping one cock in each hand. The man in my pussy held on tightly to my hips until he was finished pumping hot cum into me. I began to wobble a little as I began to have an orgasm from the sucking and licking of my pussy. As I twitched, I pressed my pussy against John’s mouth. I stopped the hand jobs that I had been giving. As the cum started oozing out of my pussy I seemed to almost "involuntarily" slide down to the floor first on knees and then on my back. I lay down on the floor. My legs were shuddering and spread apart. I still had a hand on each of the cocks. And I resumed to pump their cocks again. I knew they were going to cum. The man straddled my face. Grabbing his dick I slowly pumped on the shaft and using my tongue repaid the action that given me so much pleasure. The motions continued, my John was building up-tempo and using his hand to directly pinch and rub my clit. My lover was flicking at breasts. The crescendo rising in my body was not like a wave; it arrived and did not subside, just getting greater and greater. I used her mouth over the head of his cock and my hands to cover his shaft and scrotum, feeling the blood race along the large exposed veins. Such was the size of this man I felt his sperm traveling from his balls to the shaft; I aimed the head directly into my mouth. Looking at his face the expression of pure joy foretold of what was about to happen. The first jet of cum hit the roof of my mouth with such force that I involuntarily closed my mouth. The second explosion landed on my chin, I opened my mouth again and the rest of the flood traveled down to my throat. It was that abundant and thick I almost gagged but still continued to milk this thing. I wanted it all, to feel that cock throb, as it exploded was pure bliss. Hands rubbing the shaft to take every last drop of his seed. That I had done this whilst in the throes of a powerful orgasm was a testimony as to how I craved raw lust.


It was morning again. I was laying on my back, mind full of images of being watched as my hedonistic pleasures took over my body. Instinctively one hand cupped my breast, the other went into my pussy, but it was not the same. John came into the bedroom and said lovingly. “Good Morning, I have a surprise. Get ready quickly.” I heard young boy’s voices. That excited me. I jumped into the bathroom, brushed my teeth quickly, and freshened up. From my draw I pulled a babydoll put it on, with just enough time I lay in bed with slightly spread legs.

John entered with two boys. I had a picture in my head of the young boys, undressed and simultaneously playing with, sucking and licking my body while I held and did likewise to their cocks – and all while my husband watched! What made it even more thrilling was that I knew that the boys now expected some sort of sexual excitement from me – I exchanged little smiles with them both. "By the way," said John, "The boys say that their other friend might be along later."

I felt her now damp twat give a little twitch – perform with all three of them, I thought - all at once – undress for them then let them have me. I pulled myself together, "Really," I smiled, "That's good." After a while the third boy arrived with a camera. “Lights, Camera, Action” John said. We all laughed nervously.
"Well in that case…" I said and pushed my chest out then ran my hands over my breasts. Looking into the camera I moved to the edge of the bed and spread my legs wide, making baby-doll ride up and show my partially covered pussy to the boys.
Peter, sat on the floor nearest to me had the best view. Caressing his face and running my fingers through his hair I pushed his head gently but firmly to my inner thigh. Now his face was a mere six inches from my twat. I moved my hips to and fro, as though she was about to fuck his face. I felt incredibly turned on as I realized that this young boy was just a few inches off being able to put his tongue in my pussy and that his eyes could see every detail. I knew too that my husband could now see the action in close up. Not being able to resist the temptation I moved my hand to the crotch, showing the boy my bare pussy. Intending it just to be a quick movement I turned my head to look at John. My husband smiled and nodded slowly. It's OK to go farther. "Come up here and sit beside me," I said to Peter. Sitting still, with my legs wide open. I let her hand move between my legs and ran my forefinger along my crack. The bulge in the boys' trousers had grown to an incredible size. "Oh, my baby, my baby Peter, let me look at your face!" I gushed as I took his gorgeous cheeks into the palms of my hands, and caressed his whole face for a moment or two. My heart was melting for him immediately, along with my pussy starting to already drip its creamy fluids.
"Just lay down, baby, and let me undress you," I told him, as I was already pulling his shirt over his head, and quickly unsnapping and unzipping his jeans. I took off his sneakers and socks, and pulled his pants right off of him in one swift motion -- oh, my lord, he was not wearing any underwear, and his cock was sticking straight up in the air, so inviting to me, I felt my juices running wild at the mere sight of it. "Oh, baby, did you shave for me?" I asked him, as I noticed his pubic hair was almost completely gone, exposing his beautiful balls fully. "Yep, I did because I know you like that so much!" and we smiled broadly at each other. Almost simultaneously Peter and I stole a glance at the others. John had unfastened his pants and was gently masturbating, his proud cock on view to all. The other boys did the same. I, seeing this, started to breathe heavily. This means they want me to have their cocks, I thought. Here I am naked with boys and my husband, - I can do anything I like. “Undress Me,” I said to Peter. Both naked I made him lie down. Lowering myself on him in a 69 fashion, I felt his tongue in my pussy as I sucked his young dick. The other boys got naked quickly and with my husband’s encouragement got to either side of me. I turned around, sat cowgirl-like on Peter’s dick riding him gently so that he would not ejaculate to soon.
“Suck my tits,” I told the boys. They did, my nipples were engorged, wanting to explode. Alternating from one to the other I pulled and sucked their boyish penises. In the corner – my husband, watching and wanking. To me - this was heaven – and I let it go on for ages. I felt the need to slow down. I turned over, lie down, spread my legs and told Peter to put it in me the ‘old fashioned’ way. He was nice about it and started pumping me hard, then tensed and squirted his young cum inside of me. When his hardness relaxed, the other boys took their turns in filling me up. John got on top and slid into me. We were fucking furiously, and both trying not to moan and groan too loud, as we simultaneously climaxed, he came so hard inside me, I felt his hot juices shooting right on my g-spot with what felt like the power of a fire-hose. That made me cum even harder, still, and I felt like I was sliding down the side of a steep snow covered mountain, as I gripped his shoulders, and then just in one quick motion, lifted my mouth and bit him firmly, yet gently right on the side of his upper arm. It was good.

After we’ve regained our senses, I relaxed and sat in the kitchen sipping coffee. John came over and said “OK, Here it is. I want you to just sit or lie on the couch all day. AND, .. And, never say the word ‘NO’ all day. I want you to let me kiss you, massage you, feed you, caress you, pamper you, talk to you, etc., all day long, and all night long. It’s your special day.” How could I loose.
I barely finished my breakfast and the doorbell rang. Masseuse! She unfolded her table right in my bedroom, and I got on the table without even having to get dressed first. Her hands had started on my shoulders and neck, then worked her way sensuously down my spine, not even stopping when they reached my hips. Her strong hands worked the muscles of my bottom and even worked between my legs on my thighs. Her hands continually brushed my sex as she worked on the tightness in my thighs. I felt a little uncomfortable with it at first, but she seemed not to be noticing it, so I shrugged it off and relaxed. Soon I realized that it actually felt very good as her smooth well oiled hands slid across my delicate flesh. She massaged on down my legs, worked for a long time on my feet, then worked her way back up toward my womanly pleasure center again. This time, I realized in surprise, I was anticipating the wonderful sensations of her hands so close to me.
I had never had a woman’s hands so close to my private parts before. I barely touch myself there, let alone let another woman touch me. But something about her air of professionalism gave me a sense of comfort and confidence in her. She had one hand on one leg and the other hand on the other leg as she worked her way back up. The closer she got to my private parts, the more the motion increased until when she was just below my buttocks, her hands were moving vertically to such an extent that it moved my sex lips up and down against each other. I found myself becoming aroused. I blushed furiously, but embarrassed, I said nothing. She worked there for quite some time, and I found myself becoming moist beyond belief.
Her wonderful hands finally passed onto my buttocks and she again massaged there in a manner that made my lips move against each other. I must have moaned as I was trying so hard to quell my need to orgasm. She moved on immediately, again moving up my spine and onto my shoulders and neck.
"God this is heavenly!" was all I could think of.
"Please roll over ma’am." Her voice was soft, throaty, sexy. "God, what am I thinking!" I tried to slow my rise to pleasure, but I was loosing the battle. I began to fear the embarrassment of an orgasm as I lay there. Cumming as she watched me.
Her hands under my breasts woke me back up with a start. She began to massage the pectoral muscles under my breast tissue. To do so, she put one hand on my breast, holding it to first one side then the other as she massaged my musculature. The hand on my breast circled and circled as my nipples sprang to attention. Her hand held them so gently yet so firmly. Her hand began to circle, caressing my breast in an erotic motion as she massaged the tissue under. My whole body was thrilling to her touches now. By the time she finished massaging my breasts, I was trembling in my need. I have never been to this point of excitement before in my whole life.
I breathed easier as her hands worked on my stomach and sides. That respite was short lived however as her hands moved on down and began to work on my lower abdomen. Soon her magical hands were again stretching the tissues around my sex. I blushed furiously as I heard my own squishing moist sounds as she moved the skin about down there, so near my desperately growing need. I began to gasp, needing air that seemed not to be able to enter my lungs. I closed my eyes tightly so that I could concentrate on holding my orgasm within my body.
She must have seen my efforts, because she moved on down my thighs, massaging and working my muscles. My breathing slowed and again I was able to relax slightly. But all I could visualize was her hands moving back up my legs to my thighs, my sex. I wondered if she would push me to that point that I would experience an orgasm under her care. I began to hope she would. What was happening to me, how had I arrived at this point of depravity?
Oh goddddddd, her hands were ‘there’ again and they were moving vertically again like before, oh GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD SO sensuous! Oh my god, I was so close. I swear her finger just touched my tiny clitoris between my lips! I jumped and almost screamed in my need.
Oh thank god! She is moving on. Then her hands arrived at my breasts again and they massaged them so sensuously. OOHHHH GODDDDDD! Her fingers pulled lightly at my nipples, again causing them to rise and stiffen in their tiny need. I looked down and watched her long fingers and delicate hands move their rigid flesh about as she smiled at me softly, watching my eyes watch her hands skillfully arouse me. My eyes moved to hers and just as I was about to surrender to her, she removed her hands from my body and stepped back, holding a towel out for me, helping my gasping body to the bath. Helping me slip under the bubbles that had appeared in my bath as if by magic.

John and I retired to the parlor where we had a light lunch. Chocolate covered strawberries and other sensual fruit. My loins were stirring with a fiery warmth by the time the masseuse returned. I heard my husband let them in and guide them outside to the patio next to the hot tub. I thought I heard a male voice that was not my husbands. ";They are ready for us honey. Put on your summer robe baby, OK? They want us naked when they do us this time.";
I stepped into the sunshine of the porch and walked slowly to the masseuses bed. Just as I lowered my robe and set it beside the bed, I realize that the second person was a masseur, not a masseuse. A very Italian looking masculine hunk with a huge bulge in his hide nothing at all not even his pubic hair or cock veins Speedo. And he was walking straight toward me, already oiling his hands, his gorgeous Italian eyes already caressing and silently complimenting my naked body. I swear he was already starting to erect.
I grabbed for my robe, but he gently grasped my wrist and with eyes as puppy dog sad as I had ever seen, asked me in an incredibly sexy soft French accent "Plis, Mademoiselle, Plis do not be deesappointment vis me beeeecuases Eee am not Wooomaaan. Plis Mademoiselle, let me does you."
How could I say no to that! I released my robe and it drifted softly down, caressing about my ankles. I stood there naked before this total stranger as his darling eyes caressed my nakedness with unmasked ardor. Taking my bare shoulders, he tenderly lowered me onto the massage table facing up. He took a position at my head.
Looking up, all I could see was his huge bulge, his well defined six pack abs, and his marvelous pectoral muscles rippling in the warm sun as his hands began to massage my anxious shoulders.
I tried to close my eyes, but every time I did, the bottom of his shaft would touch my forehead with a gentle caress, or his testicles would rub across my hair as his huge hands caressed my body. I could smell his male scent. No particular brand came to mind as I tried to place the fragrance. It was a large part yellow tea rose, a small part sweat, part post sexual juices fragrance, and a distinct splash of male locker room. I felt my nostrils dilate as I inhaled deeply. He smiled shyly as my chest rose, accepting his essence into my body.
His fingers began to caress the upper globes of my breasts as his thumbs massaged the length of my t****zius muscles. Each travel of his thumbs brought his fingers farther across my bare breasts.
I glanced at John to see if he was watching my nipples hardening. Oh GOD! He was! He can see me responding to this hunk’s touches.
Then, knowing me so well, he coaxed "Sweetie, just relax, doesn’t it feel great? Aren’t his hands wonderful. Don’t you feel like your just melting under his touch? Here, Ursula will start working on your feet baby." And she did, her soft, delicate, strong hands started to caress my feet in the most incredibly erotic sensation I have ever felt. God! Teach this trade to my husband!
Ursula reached under the table and clicked something and my legs spread apart, still resting on the table. She moved between them as her hands caressed my calves. She was no longer doing deep massage, instead she was more caressing me than anything else. Her fingers glided over my skin as if coaxing the stresses from within me. I could feel my skin pimple in welcoming response to her touches. Oh god, that man just ran his hands down the sides of my breasts! Oh god, am going to get so wet, and my legs are spread wide open and everyone will see my wetness! Oh god, please body! Please don’t betray me now!
My husband as the rooting section, "Tony, you are so good at what your doing! Wow! Hey baby, like his hands? Aren’t these two just the very best at this?"

Ursula’s hands were now caressing my tummy with soft butterfly touches. Her fingers were seductively dragging across my skin in a direction that led directly toward my sex. I had the image of her continuing on until she touched me there. I shivered with both anticipation and dread. Tony’s hands were moving slowly and softly up my sides, caressing the sides of my breasts with each pass. Looking down at his hands as they rose, I saw his thumbs were just barely clearing over the tops of my erect hard nipples My nipples were aching now, standing so proud and so tall. And they had just started this massage. God, there was no way I was going to last the whole hour of them touching me like this. Oooooh my god, his thumb tips just caressed my nipples again! Her hands were already traveling up my inner legs now. Oh god they are going to both make me cum. Oh god I just spread my legs wider for her to touch my thighs. AAHhhhhhh his hands are over my breasts and my nipples are being circled by the palms of his hands, oh GOD! Her hands just touched my upper thighs. Why do I keep spreading my thighs wider and wider for her? Oh godddddddddd her hands, … oooooooooooooooooooooooo, .. his hands are pulling on my nipplessssssssss, oh god her hands just caressed my lips. Oh god I can smell my sex, I must be drenching wet down there.
Then my silly husband started my favorite song, the sounds of the strings were somehow directly connected to my own tautly strung internal strings, my little clittie was vibrating to the chords of the song, sensual butterflies began their tickling flight within my tummy, the pulsing muscles of my abdomen started rippling, I was no longer in control of my body.
Gasping and writhing I tried to move my body against their soft touches, but they only mirrored my bodies movements, pulling their touches back so that their seductive caressing continued, never ceasing. Cruelly, they would not give me the satisfaction of allowing me a release. I was ready to pay the full cost of my humiliation. I was ready to allow my husband watch my orgasm from their touches, to admit to him that I had lost the war of control. I was ready, and I was willing, but they would not help me cross that final threshold.
"Ohhh god honey. Oh god. Oh my god baby. Please baby! Please! PLEASE!" I was arching. My body was frantic with tension. "Please honeyyyyyyyyyyy. OH god please!" I moved my right hand toward my crotch. I was desperate for release. Tony took my wrist between his thumb and finger, gently holding my wrist away from my body.
Ursula moved to my head. My beseeching eyes begged Tony to release my wrist. He was holding it gently, softly, just enough to keep me from easily having my own way. Just enough to cause me to have to assertively move my hand to myself, my steamy sodden widely opened vaginal tunnel. No easy access, I had to irretrievably prove myself a sodden slut in order to touch myself.
They stopped touching me. Slowly I regained a small sense of self-control. I was embarrassed, humiliated, but still sooooo needy. Tony released my wrist, placing it softly on my butterfly filled belly. I had regained just enough self-control not to try again to touch myself. I lay there, my chest heaving, gasping for air, beet-red from my sexual need and my self inflicted humiliation.
After several minutes of heavy breathing, I opened my eyes to find Tony between my legs. He was watching my face. When he saw that my eyes were open again, he smiled shyly at me, then reached up just below my rib cage and began circular caresses on my abdomen. Ursula moved her hands to my scalp and massaged my head deeply. I was drifting in and out of awareness now; just surrendering to them. I subconsciously abandoned my life long pretense at being a controlled, non-sexual woman and allowed myself to totally surrender to their touches. I remember thinking, "Any touches are Ok with me now. Any touches are OK."
Tony was moving his hands along my sides, the sides of my breasts again, and it suddenly occurred to me that he was rubbing my sex with something. When I tried to look, Ursula placed a pillow under my head so that I could watch Tony without having to hold me head up. I grinned inwardly at the irony of having a front row seat at my own debasement. I was beyond being shocked as I saw that Tony WAS touching my sex. He was u*********sly touching it with his penis. His penis was still inside his Speedo, but his shaft was moving up and down my opened wetted lips, softly rubbing across my tiny clittie each time he moved his hands up and down my sides. I could not take my eyes off of his movements there. Each movement up would cause his penis to move inside his tight, thin bathing suit. Each movement seemed to cause his penis to swell a bit more. Staring at his crotch, I watched the head rise toward the top of his suit. My legs involuntarily opened wider, allowing his hips to move fully between my thighs. His hips were now against my buttocks. Still he grew, and suddenly his large head burst into view above his Speedo. Gawking at it, I saw it continue to grow and grow until half of his thick shaft was protruding out of his trunks. God his cock was so long and thick! Still he massaged my breasts, his hands were now on the tops of my nipples and breasts, his palms caressing my breasts, his cock caressing my clittie as he moved slowly back and forth caressing me on all my very private parts.
John moved to my face, leaned over and kissed me softly, lovingly on my lips. Never had he kissed me more lovingly than at that instant. He whispered "I love you sweetheart. More that you can ever know honey. With all of my heart and my soul. You are my sun and my moon and my life baby." His eyes moved to the penis caressing his wife’s body. I watched his eyes watch my sex being desecrated by this sensual perfectly built stranger.
I felt a pressure on my little open lips. Tony had changed from a caressing on my breasts to a slight tugging at my nipples. His fingers rose up the sides of them, stimulating them to even higher, harder pointedness. The pressure at my sex opening below increased and I felt a sudden slipping as Tony’s little head slipped slightly between my soaked vaginal lips. I was being sexually penetrated as my husband watched. I moaned softly as I tried to figure out a way to express my desire for him not to continue his carnal penetration of my sodden cunt. Oh god, did I just think the word "Cunt?’
John again whispered into my ear, "Relax sweetheart, he needs to massage you internally. He won’t’ cum inside you."
Somehow in my sexual haze, that made sense to me.
My husband and I watched as Tony slowly gently inserted his thick rampant penis into me, fully penetrating me, opening my sheath fully to his thick dark cock. I remember thinking, "Oh god, he is fucking me." Then I remember stupidly chastising myself for just thinking the word ‘fuck.’


Tony moved in and out of me for what seemed like an eternity as we watched his huge dark cock fucking my tiny white cunt. He made only slow soft movements; nothing hard; nothing fast. Just slow gentle fucking motions into me, then out of me, then back in. Filling me, stretching me, violating me with my tacit permission. I had not said ‘No.’ I had not even THOUGHT ‘No.’ I had just accepted his penetration of my body with the hope that his long thick dark cock would allow me to attain my intolerably needed orgasm. I had never in my life, before today, needed to cum. Now it was all I could think of. He never moved hard enough, or fast enough to allow me to crest, to cum, to fuck his cock savagely. With a touch of sadness I realized then that I had changed forever. Tony stopped his movements and held his body inside me for a long time. All movements stopped, and through a slow fading of consciousness, I remember nothing until I awoke in my own secure bed hours later.

John was sitting beside me, gently stroking my hair and forehead as I drifted back to consciousness. His eyes were locked on mine as he smiled lovingly at me. "How are you my love?"
How do I answer that? How do I tell him that I now crave a good fucking? How do I gracefully admit he has won, that I have lost our critically important interpersonal battle of sexual practices? Just the thought of having to admit that to him makes me strive to regain my newly lost innocence, my ability to again, and unfeelingly, control our sex lives, my hard sought but naturally inhibited ability to not need to yield to my orgasm, my ability to look at his needy erect hardness and feel contempt at his petulant, so obvious desire. My very pride is at stake here.
"Sweetheart, this is Sofie Calle. Sofie, this is my wife, Deni, of whom we have talked so much about. Sofie was just explaining…" I lost total ability to concentrate.
Ms Calle stepped to me and pulled my robe open and down my shoulders. Her appraising eyes searched my exposed breasts, my shoulders, my neck line. "Hmmmpp! Veery nice!" Her French accent was very muted. Her English almost perfect. Her hands assessed the slopes of my shoulders even as she assessed my photogenic qualities. Her hands then pushed my robe off my arms. I stood there in front of this French cigarette smoking stranger as she appraised me like a seven dollar an hour art student posing for art class for college tuition credits.

Ms Calle brought Leo to me, arranging his erect penis within my arms. She guided his penile head to my ready nipple, placing the opening of him on the tip. He was pulsing slightly under my touch. My hand was under his glans, supporting his head as it were a soft new infant’s head needing support. She guided my lips to his purple head and told me to softly kiss him there with semi-open-lipped soft kisses. I felt my body responding to the scent of his clean manly skin. I enjoyed my caressing lingual kisses of his erection. I kissed him in many different positions.
Ms Calle guided his glans back to my nipple. A heavy drop of clear liquid ran from my little chocolates tiny mouth onto my erect nipple. I pulled his head to my nipple to allow him to suckle me there, to receive my clear milk.
Ms Calle gently on Leo’s lap, arranging me so that the head of his penis was protruding only a fraction of an inch from under me. A single photographer stood above me, shooting down across my filled breasts to my womb’s opening.
Then they sequenced the length of Leo coming out of me, shooting the sequence of his long penis emerging from under me. I watched as I felt his erection move out from under me, pulsing with the heart beat. I was totally in the moment of this.
Ms Calle then laid me back on my marital bed, mussing my hair carefully. She brought Leo to me and laid him between my thighs, pulling his rampant manhood to within four inches my needy wet and fully expanded vaginal opening. The camera clicked and whirred again as his cock closed on my opening, then touched me, then slowly inch by inch entered me to simulate my impregnation. The expansion and stretching of me was the most incredibly arousing sensation I had ever experienced. My hands went to his heavily muscled shoulders. My mouth was open, my eyes were wide as I felt my body accepting a black man’s penis into me deeper and deeper until I swore there was nothing left between my sex and my throat. Still he slipped within me until I felt his rock hard phallus nudge my belly upward. Looking down at my stomach, I could see his outline where it emerged from under my pelvic girdle. Ms Calle gurgled in pleasure as she rearranged the lighting to accentuate the shadowy form of him within my body. My focus was totally on my penetration, my impregnation. My conception of my first c***d. My first baby. The baby I had wanted for so long. To feel it grow in me, to feel it be nourished by my own body. I wanted this worse than anything I had ever felt before.
My legs went around my lover’s buttocks, pulling him into me. Forcing his cock to fill me until there was nothing left outside me. My hips began to rock as he withdrew his long hardness from within me. His muscles rippled as he began to pump me. I rocked my hips meeting his thrusts. I was totally focused on causing my impregnation. There was no life for me outside this fucking of my fertile needy cunt. I knew I was fertile today. I knew from the tenderness in my belly that my egg had begun its trip down my tubes. All I had to do was provide it with one tiny sperm to have my most heartfelt desire "Oh god John, yes John fuck me Jay fuck your cum in me Jay, cum in me baby, yes put your sperm in me baby. Please John, don’t pull out today honey, fuck me full of your cum baby. Please baby, cummmmmm in meeeee! Oh goddddddddd Oh goddddd OH god baby fuck me hard, cum in me.
I felt the sperm erupt from that huge fertile penis within me, and I screamed in delirious joy. I wrapped my legs around his body to insure that his sperm firing cock would stay deep inside my fertile womb. I panted as I felt his cock draining his sperm into my womb When I awoke from the most incredible orgasm of my life, only Leo was there, still inside me, still pulsing his sperm into my welcoming womb.
I felt his penis begin to stir within me. My body responded to his sexuality without prompting. He grew longer within me as my body quivered again in its newly awakened and overwhelming need. His enlarging organ forced his previously deposited sperm from within me and it began to saturate my bottom, pooling under me. Without asking he began to move in and out of me again. My body seemed to have learned how to deal with his penis now. I felt my stomach muscles moving on his hardness as he started to pump. His strokes lengthened and gained strength. I watched his body filling me and emptying me in the mirror. I could see my white body suckling his black rampant cock as it fucked in and out of my cunt, my sodden cunt, my cunt, yes, that is what it is, my cunt! Oh god it felt so good. Fuck this! HIS Fucking cock felt so fucking good fucking my soaked randy fucking cunt!
My mouth began to emit the sounds of sex. I heard myself mewling for his use, his renewed insemination, his fucking of the whore I had now become. Still watching his cock as he pistoned in and out of me, I began to rise toward a rapture I had only glimpsed before. " GOD!!!!!!!!!! "Fuck me baby!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh god fuck me full of cummmmmm."
"Leo honey, fuck me good baby, pound me hard baby. Fuck me full of your cum" Oh god it felt so fucking good to finally let go and just enjoy sex. "OH god baby, I love your cock fucking me. I love feeling your fucking balls slapping my naked ass as you pound me with your huge cock! Oh GODDDDDDDDDDD! …….. Oh g-gooooood Leo, you know what I want? I want to feel you fuck my ass. I want to feel your cock shoved up my little asshole and make it as huge as my cunt is now while you fuck it. Get off baby! Let me get on my knees, let me gets some Vaseline so you can stretch my ass to fuck it deep and use it and make it huge like a huge gaping fuck hole."
Leo leaned over and released my knees. I sprang up and ran to the bathroom, grabbed the Vaseline jar and had it open by the time I got back to the bed. Standing in front of the mirror, I bent over, took a handful of Vaseline and slathered it on my little virgin asshole. Shoving my hands as hard as I could, I worked them deep into me and stretched my virgin bottom with my hands as I watched in the mirror, my hand entering me slowly, making room within me steadily. Leo moved beside me, and I slathered his magnificent black cock with Vaseline, then turned, pulling him to my virgin asshole.
"Come on baby, fuck that gorgeous black cock into my tiny white asshole. I want to feel how it feels to have you deep inside my ass. God, I can hardly wait until I have more than one cock in me at the same time. Oh god, why have I waited so fucking long to let myself go? God yes baby, fuck me. Good baby, I can feel your cock head enteringggggggggggggggg me. OH god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That is so fuccccccccking hottttttttttt. OH god, slide on in me babyyyyyyyyyyy. OHHH God I can feel my asshole walls stretching as you go up me!. OH god damn fuck, oh shit! Oh for fuck oh god! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS baby , Leo, fuck that huge black cock up my asshole. OH god! Why have I waited to do this??????? Slap my ass baby. Slap my ass hard, make my ass cheeks red and leave hand prints on them Leo. YESSSSSSSSSSSSS That’s it honey slap me hard on my assssss, spank me for being such a randy little sluttty whore fuck cum cuuuuunt. OH god damn fuck shit piss oh fuck, oh fuck, oh god I am going to cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm baby! Yes slam my ass cunt hard. Oh god Leo, fuck me like I am your street whore that you bought cheap on a Paris back street baby!"
My own scream hurt my own ears as I exploded beyond any sensation I had ever imagined to be possible. I jammed my body back against his hips with the force of a demon, forcing his huge fuck stick into my bowels until his huge ball sack slammed against my sloppy cunt, dragging across my erect hard clit before it again withdrew to again impale me deeper than I ever knew I could feel. I collapsed into oblivion even as I heard people entering the bedroom. The last thing I remember was Leo holding on to my hips as I hung down from his impaling cock buried deep inside my asshole, feeling him beginning to spurt his hot cum deep into my still clutching bowels. When I again regained consciousness, I was still hanging from his hands, his cock still buried deep into my bowels, still pulsing with its relinquishment of his manly essence. I could hear him gasping for breath as my bowels instinctively tried to expel his huge shaft from within me.
Looking toward the bedroom door, I saw John standing there, mouth open, head tilted forward in utter disbelief. Ms Calle was beside him, also a bit surprised at what they had walked in on.
"Honey, are you OK? We heard you screaming and ran up here. Are you OK baby?"
Ms Calle, chuckled her wheezing cigarette laden laugh and told him of course I was OK. I had just had the best orgasm of my life. How could I not be OK? I suddenly realized I liked her immensely.
His eyes roamed my body, my impalement, my obviously raptured face. Sofie was still looking at me, a slight smirk on her weathered and wrinkled face. "Ms Deniii, I am soo pliiissed that yous are hexperrrrincing such pleaseeesure." And with that she was gone as well.
It suddenly occurred to me that Leo was still deep inside my bottom, and the room was still upside down. Standing up, I leaned back and offered my lips to Leo over my shoulder. His black prick was still hard enough to hold its location deep inside me. His huge hands rose to my breasts and I was suddenly cradled comfortably in his strong intimate embrace.
"Want to shower with me big boy?" I took his hand and led him toward my bath. His cock began to slide out of me, then fell heavily from within me as I stepped reluctantly away from him, slapping heavily against his leg with a "Thack!" I no longer tried to make sense of the world I had mysteriously become caught in. I decided to just follow John’s or Sofie’s directions. My breasts and abdomen was still pulsing heavily with continuing sexual need. I wondered vaguely if I had now changed forever, if I would ever again feel that I did not crave more and more sex.