





The Basketball Player

by

K. E. Blaine




     I woke early and got dressed.  Well, some people wouldn't call
it dressed, but the point is that I got ready.   It was Father's
Day, and I had a special present for my husband, one he'd never
gotten before.  You might say it was a home-made gift, and as with
any home-made gift, presentation was everything.

     We had been up late the night before, Phillip, my husband, had
brought home company.  I wasn't really expecting any visitors...but
when I saw who he'd brought, well, let's just say I'm the forgiving
type.  He'd met this individual on a plane, and I was very excited
to meet him.  My husband knows a lot of important people, but very
few of those people are in sports.  This new friend, Brian, played
professional basketball.  I don't think I'd ever met a man that tall
before.  Standing well over seven feet, he moved with a grace I'd
not have expected from one so big!

     At any rate, we hit it off right from the start.  Brian was
very gracious, and very attentive.  I knew from the first moment he
took my hand in his that he was going to be a great lover, but I had
no idea how much I'd enjoy this athlete until later that night.  I'm
not a very big woman, and my five foot five inches, seemed even
smaller next to Brian.  His hand was bigger than my entire face!

     They arrived home around seven that night.  We had planned to
go to a club and have a few drinks, maybe dance a bit and then make
an early night of it.  In the back of my mind, I was concentrating
on Father's Day, and knew that it would be a full day.  I was sure
I'd appreciate the rest the night before.  But once Phillip and
Brian arrived, the whole evening changed.

     "Karen, I want you to meet Brian West.  He plays basketball
for...well, I guess it doesn't matter who he plays for...does it?"

     "Hello, Brian.  My husband is such a chauvinist.  He thinks
women don't know anything about sports."

     "When a woman is as beautiful as you are," he said taking my
hand in his, "she doesn't need to understand sports."

     "How kind of you to say that!  But I'm afraid he's right.  I
don't know much about basketball."

     "There's not much to know, sweetie," Phillip interjected, "you
just take a round ball and put it into a round hole."

     "That's a bit of a simplification, Phillip, but it is a pretty
accurate description of what I do."  Brian said with a smile.  I
couldn't help but notice what a pretty smile he had.  His teeth were
so white, in contrast to his dark skin. 

     Phillip looked at me with a certain sense of  appreciation.
I'd already dressed for the evening.  Since we were going to party a
bit, I'd selected one of Phi lip's favorite outfits.  It was
entirely black.  A fitting choice, in view of our new friend.  I was
wearing a black silk dress, cut low in the back, with a knee length
skirt.  It was obvious from the back that I wasn't wearing a bra, of
course, it was obvious from the front as well.  The silk of the
bodice hugged my form like the skin of a grape.  My large 38DD
breasts were prominent, but equally prominent were my firm, hard
nipples.  Phillip calls them bullet nips, because he says they're
the size and firmness of a .38 slug.  He showed me the bullet he
referred to once, and I must agree, without the metal part, my
nipples and a .38 slug are about the same size.

     Phillip hates panty hose, so I'd chosen a pair of silk
stockings, with a delicate spider web pattern, held on by garters.
Now, your wife will tell you, garters are a pain in the ass...but he
likes them and I feel really sexy when I have them on.  To make the
outfit even sexier, I wore a very thin pair of bikini panties, more
for effect than protection.   There was practically no back on them,
and the front couldn't completely cover my pussy.  But again, I was
dressing for my man, not for comfort or style.

     I'd chosen a pair of open toe pumps...black of course, with
almost a four inch heel.  I was ready to party!  After a couple of
drinks...so was everyone else.  When we were ready to leave, Brian
took my arm and escorted me to the car.  He opened the front door
for me, but I told him he could ride up front, that I'd get in the
back.  That made sense to me, he would need more leg room than I
would.  Besides, I had a plan in mind for this boy...and he'd need
be in front of me to enjoy what I had in mind.

     As we drove to the club Phillip and Brian and I chatted,
mostly about nothing.  Then I asked Phillip about his trip.

     "Oh, nothing special.  I met a rather attractive blonde in
Atlanta.  She works for the company that hired me to give the
seminar."

     "Really?  What did she look like?"

     "Nice looking.  Firm tits.  You know...the kind of woman I tend
to find attractive."

     "Was she good in bed?"  I asked this question with the same
inflection a person might ask about dinner, or the weather.  I
glanced toward Brian and noticed the surprise registered on his
face.

     "Oh, she was alright.  Couldn't suck a cock as well as you, but
her pussy was pretty tight.  There was one thing I did especially
like about her, though."

     "And what was that?"

     "She didn't wear any underwear.  Ever.  She told me she didn't
even own any!"

     Brian still hadn't said a word.  It was as if he were used to
men telling their wives about women they'd been fucking a week ago.
I thought this was the perfect opening for what I wanted to do.

     "Well, I don't wear a bra.  Doesn't that count?"

     "Of course it counts, sweetie, but you do were under panties,
now don't you?"

     "Isn't that just like a man, Brian?  Never satisfied.   Here,
hand these to Phillip for me, will you?"  As the tall man turned to
take what I wanted him to hand to my husband, he got his eye full of
me, pulling my skirt up, and stripping off my panties.  His face
registered what he saw.  I must have made quite a sight, my legs
lifted, one after the other to the seat as I "stepped" out of my
lace black panties.  I made no effort to cover my pussy, in fact,
quite the opposite.  I even parted my legs a bit before pushing the
skirt back down, allowing our new friend a nice glimpse of what I
knew was a sparkling, glistening pink morsel of fine pussy.  Brian
took the panties from my hand and almost without conscious thought,
brought them to his nose.  I watched as he inhaled the crotch, and
knew that not only could he catch the faint aroma of my pussy, but
that his nose told him the dampness in the crotch area was pure
sexual arousal!

     "Here," he said to my husband, handing him my panties.

     "No, you keep them," I said as an afterthought.  "You look like
a man who appreciates mementos."

     "I'll treasure them always!  The scent will linger in my mind
forever."

     He put the panties inside his coat pocket.  I knew he was
hooked!


                              2


     We got to the club about twenty minutes later.  It was
located in the next city over from where we live.  Phillip
doesn't mind partying, but really doesn't want to party with
someone who may show up at our door the next day.  For that
reason, we do most of our playtime out of town.  The bar we
were going to was in a hotel, and it was one we'd had fun in
before.  I was glad he'd chosen that particular place.

     Phillip got us a table near the dance floor.  He doesn't
care much about dancing, but loves to watch me.  Dance that
is.  For that matter, he loves to watch me do almost
anything.  Strike the "almost."  Phillip loves to watch me do
everything!

     We had ordered drinks, and I realized how out of place
we must have looked.  Here we were, in a southern city, in a
hotel bar, and what a trio we made.  Phillip is well built,
usual height and weight, and sports a very sexy beard!  I'm a
fairly attractive woman, or so I'm told, and I realized I was
dressed in a very sexy manner.  I was decent, but just
barely.  Men have often told me that while I looked like a
respectable woman when they first see me, after a while
another side of me starts to surface, and soon, they're not
sure if it's lady or whore they're talking to.  Trust
me...it's whore!

     Alone we made an attractive couple, but add Brian, a
completely perfect athlete, muscular, well developed, seven
foot four in height, and black as the ace of spades, and you
can imagine the picture we made.  I sat between the two guys,
sharing my attention equally.  After we'd sat through half a
dozen songs, Brian asked if I danced.

     "Yeah, but Phillip doesn't.  So I usually don't."  I
answered shyly, and very out of character.

     "Oh.  I see."  Brian, for all his aggressiveness on the
basketball court wasn't very aggressive as we three sat in
that bar that night.  I was getting a bit frustrated by the
whole thing, and I was starting to think I'd been wrong about
my plans for an exciting evening.  I excused myself to go to
the restroom.  Phillip stood to let me pass him, and as I did
I whispered in his ear, "Can't you liven him up some?"  I
said that quietly, but my husband heard me.  I squeezed his
cock as I went by, to accent my statement.

     I made my way to the restroom.  The real problem about
women's rooms is the stalls are always full.  I walked over
to the make up mirror, to check for damage, and took a seat
on the left of a woman who seemed to be doing the same thing.
She was a knock-out!  Dressed in white, complete with white
leather gloves, this very tall blonde, (I would guess about
5'9" or 5'10") sat in front of the mirror tracing her lips
with a liner.  I probably looked at her longer than I should
have because she noticed I was staring.  Without looking at
me, but rather at my reflection in the mirror, she continued
to fix her lips.  Finally, she pulled the liner away from her
mouth, and glanced in my direction, again through the
reflection in the mirror.

     "Is something wrong?"  she asked.

     "Oh, no.  Sorry.  You're very pretty, and I was just
watching you put on your lips."  I realized how lame that
sounded as soon as the words were out of my mouth.

     "Thank you.  I don't usually get many compliments from
other ladies."

     "No, but I'll bet you knock the men dead!"

     "Some I do, some I don't."

     "Ah, come on.  What man wouldn't hit on you?"

     "You'd be surprised.  A lot of men are intimidated by a
tall woman,"  she replied.

     I put out my hand.  "Hi.  My name's Karen."

     Taking it she replied, "My name's Jan."

     "Hi, Jan."

     "Hi, Karen."

     We both giggled.  I reached for my mascara, and started
applying it to my eye lashes.  Jan continued the
conversation.

     "I saw you out there with the two guys."

     "Oh, yeah, Phillip and Brian."

     "You married to one of them?"

     "Yeah.  Phillip."

     Jan looked at me incredulous.  "I hate to state the
obvious, but I don't know which one is Phillip?"

     "Oh, I am sorry, Jan.  I wasn't thinking.  He's the
shorter one."

     "Honey, you can't be that thick.  Is he the white or the
black one?"

     "Oh, how stupid of me.  The white one.  I'm sorry, I
didn't understand.

     "No problem.  And what's the story on the other guy?"

     "He's a friend of my husband.  He's a pro basketball
player."

     "No shit!  Who's he play for?"

     I told her, and told her his full name.

     "NO SHIT!  Oh, Karen, you've got to introduce me!"

     "Okay, I will.  Are you a fan of his?"

     "Am I!  I've fucked twelve basketball players so far.
That's less than half the number of football or baseball
players I've done.  Oh, please do introduce me.  I'll be your
friend for life!  I'll do anything you ask!"

     "Anything?"

     "Well....almost anything.  I mean I wouldn't butt fuck
an ape, but almost anything...yeah."

     Now, I'm not one to pass an opportunity, and this was an
opportunity.  But before I went on with my plans, I thought
I'd better check this girl out.

     "Anything is a big promise."  I said gently.

     "You don't know how bad I want to meet him!"

     I sat back in the chair I was sitting in.  Reaching
again inside my purse, I withdrew a small vial of perfume.
Still without saying anything, I applied a drop to both my
wrists, rubbing them together.  Next I placed a drop behind
my stocking clad legs, at the knee.  Then, vial still in my
hand, I lifted up the skirt of my dress, pulling it back
toward my waist.  Jan was across from me, our knees not six
inches apart.

     "Would you, please?"  I said, handing the vial of
perfume to Jan, and then sitting back.  What a sight I must
have made, my skirt hiked up to my waist, my pantiless pussy
spread open, and a woman I'd just met looking at my naked
cunt!  But I knew what I wanted...and I knew she wanted it
too!

     Without a verbal answer, Jan opened the top of the
bottle.  She allowed a drop of the cologne to collect on her
finger tip, and then leaned forward, placing her hand on the
upmost portion of my inner thigh.  She was less than an inch
from my steamy moist pussy.  Her eyes met mine.  I could see
the question in them.  I gave the slightest of nods, but that
was all she needed.  Jan leaned forward just a bit as her
hand slid closer to my secret place.  Then, without further
urging, I felt her finger touch me, flick across my clit.
She wasn't applying perfume to me, she was getting ready to
finger fuck me!  And I wanted it.  I wanted it bad!  Before I
knew what happened, she was inside me, inside my hot cunt,
twirling her finger around, looking for, and finding, my G
spot!

     At first contact, I thought I would faint, right there,
right then!  I had no control over the situation.  One minute
before, this woman had been a total stranger to me, now she
was pushing her middle finger into my cunt, making me lose
all semblance of dignity while I felt her dig deeper, looking
for the spot which would cause me to collapse at her mercy.
And she found it!  Only a woman can make a woman come that
fast!  Or that hard!

     "Come for me, Karen!  Come on my finger!"

     "Ohhhhh!"  I searched for words, for a way to beg her
to stop, and for a way to beg her not to...And then I felt
myself coming...like a freight train in the distance, I heard
the whistle, and I knew it would rush over me, and I didn't
care!  I didn't care when the door to the women's room
opened, and I didn't care when a woman I'd never seen before
stood there, eyes wide with disbelief as another woman finger
fucked a third with abandon!  The stranger turned and
literally ran inside a stall and slammed the door behind her.
Tough shit, lady..."Ohhhhh!  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!  I'm
commmmminnng!"

     I collapsed on Jan's hand, squeezing my legs together,
trapping her ringed finger inside my hot cunt!  I never
wanted her finger to leave me, to vacate the pussy she'd just
had her way with.  Her gentle voice brought me back to
reality.

     "I hope you liked that Karen.  Now, will you introduce
me to Brian?  I think I have something for him as well!"


                              3


     I promised Jan I'd introduce her to Brian.  What else
could I do?  After all, she'd pegged me right from the start
as a whore.  Women can tell those things about other women,
and I could have foreseen how she was had I been paying
attention.  I was so hot about wanting to fuck and suck this
giant black guy that I hadn't paid much attention to the
things going on around me.
     I went back to the table.  When I returned, both men
stood, and as I resumed my position in the middle, I squeezed
Phillip's cock again.  It was considerably harder than when I
left, and I knew something had transpired.  I no sooner sat
when the DJ started playing a slow song.
     "Care to dance, Karen?"  Brian asked.
     "Love to!" I replied.  Glancing at my husband I added,
"You don't mind, do you?"  It was merely a formality.  I knew
he wanted to watch me dance with this new guy, hell, I knew
he wanted to watch me fuck this new guy.  The dance was at
the very most a formality.
     "Of course not.  I was just telling Brian how talented
you are.  At dancing.  He'll tell you."
     We made quite a sight on the floor.  Brian looked tall
just because he was.  But holding me, a very small white
woman against him, made him seem even bigger.  Even in heels,
I was almost two feet shorter than him.  And I couldn't wait
till the heels were off, along with the rest of my clothing!
     He was a remarkably good dancer.  Actually, he did all
the dancing, I just kind of melted into him, let him move me
however he wanted.  I was trying to get across the idea to
him that I could be extremely cooperative.  As we danced, he
held me very tightly...much tighter than I'd have thought,
given his seemingly shy nature.  Something had happened while
I was in the women's room.  I suspected that Phillip had told
him that I could be had.  Well, sometimes that's what it
takes to get the ball moving...or the balling moving!
     "You dance so smoothly," I said.
     "I'm a professional athlete.  I get paid for knowing the
right moves," he replied.
     "I'll bet you know a lot of 'right' moves, don't you?"
     "A few.  But sometimes I get confused, and that's when I
get in trouble.  Sometimes I'm not sure what the game plan
is.  You know what I mean?"
     I didn't answer him.  Instead I just moved in closer,
close enough to feel his hard cock as it rubbed across my
stomach.  I thought I was mistaken at first.  Surely to
goodness that couldn't be his dick!  I had to know for sure.
Even though he was leading, I more or less managed to
maneuver Brian toward the back of the dance floor.  When I
was certain no one else was watching us, I took my right hand
off his back and slid it between us.  And then I felt it and
squeezed it for myself.  If that wasn't a cock, I was in deep
trouble.  The man had a snake inside his trousers that had to
be damn near a foot long, maybe longer!
     "I think you understand the game.  But I don't know
where we'll play it.  That thing in your pants is huge!"
     He whispered the words that almost caused me to come
right then.  "Baby...wait till it's hard!"


                              4

     When the dance was over and we headed back to the table,
I noticed Phillip wasn't alone.  It wasn't till I got within
ten feet that I realized who he was talking to.  It was Jan,
the blonde from the bathroom.  The blonde that had stirred my
pussy with her finger till I came!  When my husband saw me,
he immediately smiled.
     "Look who's here, Karen.  Jan.  She says she knows you."
     I smiled.  She wasn't one to be denied.  I guess she
figured by making a move on my husband, I'd hurry and
introduce her to Brian.  Well, she was half right.  I was
excited to see her talking to Phillip, but not for the
reasons she thought.  I needed to find someone to handle my
husband's needs while I satisfied my black cocksman.  And
at that point, Jan looked like just the woman for the job.
     I hugged her like we'd not seen each other in years!  Of
course, Phillip didn't know who she was, or what the
relationship was between us.  For all he knew, she was just a
person I knew.  Or at least that's what I thought he thought.
Boy, was I ever wrong!
     When we sat back down, the sexual tension between the
four of us was positively electric.  I wanted to see that
black beauty...I wanted to see it, touch it, kiss it, suck
it, and finally fuck it!  I knew it would split me in half, I
even considered the fact that a cock that big might kill me,
but if it did...well, everyone's got to go sometime...and I
want to go getting fucked by a cock as big as my forearm.
     "Nice dance.  Did you enjoy it?" my husband asked me.
     "Oh, yes.  Brian showed me a move or two."
     "Karen is being modest.  If the dance went well, it was
because she's such a smoothie,"  Brian added.
     "Oh, she's a smoothie alright," Jan said, "Karen, aren't
you going to introduce your friend?"
     I had no choice.  Well, really I wasn't worried.  In
thirty-five years, I'd never had a man choose another woman
instead of me.  I've shared a lot of men, for that matter,
women too, but I've never been rejected by a man because he'd
rather have a different pussy to fuck.  I could stand the
competition.  Stand it...hell, I thrived on it.  Nothing
gives me more pleasure than to take a man away from his
woman, even if only for the night.  And the more blatantly I
do it...the better I like it.  There was one night in Boston
that I took a man away from his wife by offering to suck his
cock for an hour straight.  What made that so remarkable was
the man's wife was standing there, next to him, when I made
my offer.  The bitch almost had a coronary...I could tell by
her mannerisms that she hadn't had a cock in her mouth for
years, if ever.  That's the secret to keeping a man.  If you
won't suck his dick, why have him?
     "I'm sorry Jan...This is Brian.  Brian, this is my new
friend, Jan."
     "Pleased to meet you, Jan."
     "New friend?  I thought you guys knew each other well,"
my husband said.
     Again, thinking he knew nothing of the nature of Jan and
myself's relationship, I merely said, "Well, not long, but we
do have a deep understanding of each other."  I thought that
was a rather cute thing to say at the time.
     "Actually, what she means to say Brian," my husband
started, "is that Jan has just had her fingers in Karen's
pussy.  Isn't that right, dear?"
     "Phillip!"  I couldn't think of what else to say!
     "What, dear?  Jan told me all about it.  She also told
me that she found Brian to be quite attractive.  Isn't that
what you told me, Jan?"
     "Well, my exact words were that I wanted to 'fuck him,'
I believe," Jan replied.
     Brian, in the meanwhile was taking all this in, and I
must say, he took it well.  If he was surprised that I'd
gotten finger fucked in the bathroom, or that this luscious
blonde wanted to fuck him, he certainly didn't show it.  I
was really starting to admire just how cool my basketball
star was!
     "Well, I'm flattered, Jan, but I think I already have a
date for this evening."  As he said that, he slipped his arm
around me, and cupped my breast in his left hand.  Now I have
a size 38DD breast.  Two of them in fact.  But when his hand
cupped my left breast, it totally disappeared inside his
black mitt!  I mean totally.  This should give you an idea of
just how big the man is.  And I might add, that as his hand
cupped my boob, he managed to wiggle his fingers in such as
manner as to make my already hard nips come to full
attention.  I swear, if he'd have wanted to, he could have
taken my dress off right then and there, and played with my
naked breast in front of the whole bar.  (In fact, that isn't
a bad idea for next time.  His hand could have been my living
bra!)
     Jan was sitting on Brian's right.  I couldn't see her
left hand under the table, but I had no doubt where it was.
I put my right hand under the table as well.  I was right!
The little cunt had her hand on my date's cock, rubbing him
through his trousers.  But even with her hand covering what
it did, there was plenty of cock she couldn't cover.  My hand
clasped over the part she wasn't able to hold.
     "Ladies, ladies...you know, there's a lot of Brian to
cover.  Least that's what the coaches tell the other players.
There's more than enough of me to go around.  I can make you
both happy.  If Phillip doesn't mind, that is," Brian added.
     "Mind?  Perish the thought.  As I told you, Karen is a
very friendly girl, aren't you, darling?"  He was teasing me,
and I knew it.  I also knew what he'd say next.
     "I suppose I could be called that," I answered him.
     "She's so friendly, in fact, she'd love for you to fuck
her whenever you're ready.  Aren't you dear?"
     "Yes," I answered quietly.
     "What did you say, sweetie.  I don't think Brian was
able to hear you."
     "I said 'yes'."
     "Yes to what, dear?"  Phillip was dragging it out of me
as if I didn't want to say it.  It's part of the game we
play.  Sometimes it's "humiliate" Phillip, sometimes it's
"Humiliate" Karen.  It doesn't matter which, but it adds
spice to our relationship.
     "I said, 'yes to what', dear?" He repeated.
     "Yes, I'd love for Brian to fuck me."
     "Could you please speak up?  I can barely hear you."
     "I said 'YES, I'D LIKE FOR BRIAN TO FUCK ME!"  Did you
hear me that time?"
     "I think the whole bar did, Karen," Jan said.
     "Well, then.  Brian, are you ready to go?  Or did you
want to fuck the little slut right here?"
     I've got to tell you, for a moment, I thought he was
going to take Phillip up on the offer.  And I'd have let him,
too!  I wasn't wearing panties.  It would have been a quick
thing for me to hike my skirt and give his black cock access
to my cunt.  It wouldn't have been the first time I'd been
fucked in public...nor would it have been the first time I'd
been fucked in public by a black man.  I was so hot right
then, all I cared about was getting my hands, mouth and pussy
on that giant cock!
     "What about me?" Jan asked.  I'd almost forgotten about
her.
     "What about you?" Brian replied. "Do you want to come
with us?"
     "How far we going?"
     "All the way, mama, all the way."
     For just a moment, I thought Jan was going to chicken
out.  I didn't care.  I'm more than enough woman to handle
both Brian and my husband.  Then Jan spoke.
     "I can't go far.  I've got to be home in an hour, before
my husband gets off work.  Can I have it in the car?  Can you
fuck me in the car?"
     I was just about to object.  I didn't mind sharing my
black cock with this pushy bitch, but I'd be damned if she'd
get first come!
     "Tell you what, ladies.  There's no reason to act like
kids about this.  Why not rent a room here and I'll fuck you
both.  If that's okay with you, Phillip," Brian suggested.
     "Fine with me.  I'll get the room."  With that, my
husband left the club area to rent a room.  And he left me
alone with the fantasy of my life.  And of course, Jan.  I
was beyond caring about her at that point.  From what I could
feel of his cock, I'd probably welcome Jan's help with Brian,
and besides, someone would need to suck Phillip's cock while
I was being fucked by Brian's.


                              5


     We'd stayed at this hotel before, on the spur of the
moment as it were, so Phillip knew what was available in the
way of accomodations.  He got us a really nice two room
suite.  It was on the tenth floor and the ride up to the room
was interesting to say the least.  We all knew what we were
going upstairs to do, but to hear the conversation in the
elevator, you'd have thought we were all on our way to a
church social!  But the mood didn't last long.
     The door was no sooner opened to the suite then the
action began.  Brian wanted one more piece of reassurance.
He looked at Phillip.
     "You sure?"  He asked my husband.
     "Help yourself," my husband answered him.
     That was all the encouragement the man needed.  He
reached over to where I was standing and picked me up like I
was a feather.  Carrying me to the king size bed, he rather
unceromoniously dropped me on the covers.  Jan was looking on
as this tall man, (and he seemed to be getting taller right
before my eyes) started to strip his clothes off.  He pulled
his shirt from the waistband of his slacks, and started to
unbutton it, first the cuffs, then the collar buttons, then
one by one, each button down.  As the blue oxford shirt was
unbuttoned, each new button revealed more of his handsome
dark chest.  Throwing the shirt on the carpet, he reached
down and removed his left shoe, then the right one.  Still
standing at the foot of the bed, he bent each leg at the knee
and raised it, almost to his chin, as he removed first one
sock, then the other.  This strip show took less than a
minute, but I can still see it in slow motion.  The man had
muscles that literally rippled as he moved.  Now he was
wearing only his slacks.  He put his hands on his sides and
took a long look at me.  Finally he spoke.
     "Don't move from that spot.  You hear me?"
     "Yes," I responded.
     "And don't you say 'yes' to me.  It's yes, sir, or I
walk right on out of here.  You dig?"
     "Yes, sir.  I dig!"  Shit!  This man was playing to
every fantasy I'd ever had.  Gone was the soft spoken gentle
man who'd been so gallant all evening.  In his place was a
cocky black man, a black man who was about to fuck a white
whore, and was going to treat her like a cheap slut!  Then he
turned to Jan.
     "Bitch, you want some of my black cock, get your ass
over here!  Now!"
     "Yes, sir."  She'd learned from my mistake.
     "Now one of you bitches undo my pants."
     Jan was closer, she got the honor.  I was still
remembering what he'd said about not moving.  Phillip had
taken a seat by the bed, a front row seat where he wouldn't
miss any of the action.  Brian completely ignored my husband,
intent instead of subjecting these two "white sluts" as he
called us to total domination.
     As she started to undo his belt, he bellowed out more
orders.
     "Bitch...kneel when you approach a man you want to suck!
Do it!"  She didn't need be told another time.  Jan fell to
her knees as she continued to undo his pants.  The belt
finally yielded to here somewhat nervous hands, next the
little clip inside the pants, and then the zipper.  I watched
breathlessly as Jan worked the zipper down the front of his
pants.  I envied her that position.  She'd get to touch his
cock first, and that pissed me off.  But not so much that I
said anything to Brian.
     As the zipper came down, I could see the beginning of
his underwear.  It was royal blue, silky looking, and
obviously not bought off a shelf.  As Jan skinnied his pants
down his legs, he lifted one leg, then the other allowing her
to slip them off his body completely.  She reached for his
shorts, but he caught her hands in his.
     "Not so fast, bitch.  You want what ole Brian's got in
them shorts, don't you?"
     "Yes.  Yes, sir.  I want that cock!  I want to suck it."
She answered.
     "Well, let's see how bad you want it.  Take off my
shorts, bitch, with your teeth."  Brian looked at me after
he'd told Jan what he wanted.  Then he barked another order,
this one to me.
     "Hey, slut!  Get your white ass over here.  Help this
cunt do what I told her.  Come on, get your lazy white pussy
over here!"
     I scurried off the bed to join Jan as she worked the
blue silk material off his ass, down his legs.  With my mouth
on the left legging, and hers on the right, we managed to
pull in tandem until we felt the prize come off this black
bastard's ass, and down his legs.  Putting his hand on both
our heads for balance, he stepped out of the shorts.  He was
totally naked now!  And I got my first glimpse at the cock
that swung between his legs.  It was enormous!  That's the
only way I can describe what it looked like.  It was like a
huge sausage swinging there, almost like the trunk of an
elephant.
     I stole a glance at Jan.  Her eyes were as big as mine,
even though I knew she'd fucked basketball players before,
and I can only assume that all men as big as this guy was are
equally well endowed.  Now, I'm not really the kind of girl
who measures men's cocks.  As far as I'm concerned, if the
guy's dick gets hard, it gets in!  My husband is at least ten
inches long flacid.  Hard he gains about another inch.  But
when I tell you this cock made Phillip's look small, I mean
he made Phillip's look small!
     "Okay, blonde, you start on the cock.  Lick it real good
for me.  And you, cunt, (I think he meant me) you lick my
ass.  Go!"
     We neither one needed more instructions.  As I ran my
tongue up and down his ass cheeks, I could hear Jan slurping
his big dick with her mouth.  I held on with my hands wrapped
around his leg, and fuck!, did that boy have tree trunk legs!
I started at the crease where his legs met his ass, and
swirled my tongue in that crevis.  As I licked him there, my
hand moved around his legs, up and down the soft inside of
his thighs.  Our sucking and licking were getting to him,
though, I could feel his legs trembling.  Or maybe it was
just my hands.  At any rate, I knew I wanted more.
     "You look like such a slut, licking his ass, Karen."  I
got hotter when Phillip said that, knowing that he was
telling the truth.  Nice white girls don't lick black men's
asses!  But that worked out well, because that night, I was
anything but a nice girl!  I started working my mouth and
teeth around to the round fullness of his ass cheeks.  My
left hand was still moving around his inner thigh, but my
right one was scratching his ass cheeks, as my mouth moved
higher and higher on them.  I continually flicked my tounge
outside my mouth, licking, tasting this giant.  I knew what
position I wanted him in.  I knew how I could be totally
degraded by this "master."
     "Lean forward, please, sir."  He understood what I
wanted, and gave it to me.  He stepped closer to the bed, and
then leaned forward to the mattress, bent at the waist, but
keeping his legs straight.  He almost suffocated Jan when he
did this, she still being on the floor in front of him,
sucking around four inches of his black cock meat into her
face.  But I had him where I needed him.  Snaking my left
hand between his legs, I grabbed hold of his giant member and
worked my hand up and down, as if I were milking it.
Meanwhile, my mouth was still working on his ass, but this
time from a different angle.  I was kissing, and licking, his
black ass cheeks, working slowly toward my goal.  I wanted to
lick his ass hole!  I was only about an inch from it.  I
could see it puckered up, and I could sense his excitement,
as well as my husband's!
     Phillip watched my mouth close in on the prize.  My
husband studied my face as my tongue left my mouth and
tickled, gently at first, and then with a certain amount of
anxious panic, poking Brian's tight ass hole.  Phillip could
see my tongue push inside this man's bung hole, could see me
form it into a tight cone and shove it into him, and each
time I pulled away, he could see the moist salava pool I'd
leave behind.  I licked Brian's ass while Jan continued to
suck him, and I kept my hand high on his cock, feeling the
wire brush like curly pubic hair against my half way closed
fist.  I was pumping his dick into the other slut's mouth,
wishing I was the one on the receiving end of his dick,
wishing it would be my mouth he'd come in, my lips around his
turgid cock, my tongue flicking in and around his pee hole...
not hers!
     My tongue was buried inside his ass now.  I had at least
a half inch of my oral digit sucking, licking his ass hole.
And I could feel his tenseness, his readiness to come.  I
wanted to taste his cock...I needed to taste it!  I withdrew
my tongue from his ass hole, replacing it with my middle
finger.  I knew what he needed, and I knew how to give it to
him.  Some men don't like their ass played with during sex.
I've always found it to be a real turn on.  I have a special
way of sucking Phillip's cock that really drives him wild.  I
have him lay on his stomach, and pull his dick under him, and
then between his legs, so it's coming out the back of his
legs.  This allows me to suck him, and lick his ass at the
same time, not to mention ramming his ass hole with my
finger, or anything else we happen to have handy.  I wanted
to do this to Brian, but he wasn't into taking orders, just
giving them.
     As I pushed my middle finger up Brian's ass, I forced my
head between his legs, until I was in position to lick part
of his cock and his balls.  He had enormous balls, too.
That's one of Phillip's best features.  He has huge balls, in
fact, I'm sure there must be three or four in there, because
his ball sac hangs down, much further than his cock, and his
cock ain't no slouch!  After working my face into the
proximity I wanted, I started licking and sucking his cock
and balls.  By this time, my middle finger is buried all the
way to my hand in his ass hole.  And he was loving it.  I
couldn't see Phillip, but I could feel him!  He was sliding
his hands under my skirt and fingering my naked pussy, the
same pussy that Jan had fingered less than an hour before.  I
spread my legs as I felt my husband's mouth closing over my
wet cunt.  Oh, shit!  I can feel it still!
     I was a little worried about Jan.  I needn't have been.
She was doing fine sucking the giant's cock, while he'd
opened her blouse, and pulled her bra away from her tits.  I
could hear her moaning as he twisted and pulled on her
nipples.  I couldn't see what I was doing, but I took my free
hand and tried to reach the blonde's tits.  I caught hold of
one of them, and remember thinking how big her nipples were
too.
     Suddenly, I knew it was time.  My finger was working
diligently inside Brian's ass, my mouth was licking the
underside of his giant cock, and my hot breath was keeping
his ball sack warm!  I could feel the eruption as it started
in his balls, and made the long journey down his cock and
finally bursting forth, into Jan's mouth!  To say there was
more than one woman could handle is an understatement!  The
man's black cock started spurting white cum juice like a
bottle of Dom Perion uncorked after being shaken for an hour!
Within seconds, I heard Jan gag.  She simply had too much
come in her mouth, throat, and now, all over her face!  I
came to her rescue.  Grabbing his cock, I started licking
lower on the shaft, (from my perspective, that would have
meant getting closer to the head) until I was able to taste
his come also!  It was as I expected.  Delightful and rich!
     But that was his first come, and judging from the size
of the balls still slapping against my face, there was plenty
more where that came from.  Jan and I were working together
to lick any extra "cum" from his shaft.  Of course, working
in such cramped quarters, we couldn't help but "bump" into
each other as we licked and sucked all the remaining evidence
of his orgasm from his legs, ass, and dick.  And when we did
bump into one another, we would linger, and allow what had
been an accidental touching to develope into a full blown
kiss, complete with tongues in each other's mouths, and lips
nibbling at their counterpart.  I must confess, her kisses
were quite stimulationg, especially when I thought about her
mouth having been used as a repository for Brian's come just
seconds before.  At some point, we became as engrossed in one
another as we had been with Brian.
     Neither the black man, nor my husband seemed to mind
that Jan and I had developed a fondness for one another.
Somehow, Brian had managed to extracate himself from between
us, and now, without a huge black man separating us, Jan and
I found ourselves licking come off each other's cheeks, and
chins.  I noticed a huge glob of Brian's come had landed on
Jan's left breast.  Her tits were outside her bra, but other
than that, she, as was I, remained almost fully dressed.
     "One of us has to let go of the other...at least till we
can get naked," I said to Jan.  Reluctantly, we both let go
of the other's body, and almost in unison, we stood and
stripped off the rest of our clothing.  I left the thigh high
stockings on, and the garter.  My shoes were already off, and
all that remained was for me to drop my dress.  Which I did.
Now, both men, the black athlete and my husband, watched as I
stood almost without clothing and certainly no clothing
covering any private parts of my body.  Within seconds, Jan
was like-wise naked.  She didn't even have stockings.  Her
bush, as blonde as her hair, was neatly trimmed, about as
close cropped as mine.
     Her clitoris, however, was really noticable, even from
the distance we were now apart.  I looked at Phillip and
Brian.  Neither one spoke a word, but I knew what they both
wanted to see.  All men like seeing a woman going down on
another woman.  And luckily for them, I'm one woman who
enjoys licking pussy!  I fell down on the bed, landing
between Jan's legs.  But for some reason, she'd closed them,
and her pussy to my touch and gaze.
     "Open up sweetie.  I wanna lick!"
     You can imagine my surprise when she shook her head and
said, "No."
     "Open them legs, bitch!  The other ho's going to lick
your pussy!  You crazy or something.  Now open 'em up for the
cunt!"  Brian had such a sweet way with words.  But even this
sweettalk didn't help.  Jan kept them closed like a rusty lid
on an old Mason jar!  I was about to give up when the men
came to my rescue.  Each took one of her legs, and pulled
them away from the centre.  In fact, they had her splayed out
for me in no time.  I knew she wanted my mouth there, she was
begging for it, but just didn't want anyone to know.  Well,
now it was open and open wide.  Both men held her open
waiting for me to make my move.  I was literally mesmerized
by the sight of this struggling woman, her legs widely open,
her cunt glistening with slick pussy juice.  Phillip brought
me back to reality.
     "Karen, are you going to lick her for us?  Or don't you
like the taste of pussy anymore?"
     That was all the invitation I needed.  I went for that
clit like a dog goes for a milkbone!  As my lips and tongue
licked and kissed her hardened clitoris, my hands roamed up
and down her body, and rubbed her pussy with the soft flat of
my palms.  Her cunt was too much for me.  I hooked both my
thumbs inside her opening, and while my mouth sucked her
clitoris like a miniture cock, my hands were making her come
by their constant touching of her pussy and pussy hair!  Both
men started on her breasts at the same time, one on each,
twisting, sucking, pulling...generally making their presence
known to the bitch on the bed.
     Her head moved back and forth, quickly, like she was in
a bad dream...or a wet one...while my husband licked her
right breast, Brian licked the left one, and I had a meal of
pussy and pussy juice.  I knew she was about to explode.  The
men didn't need to hold her legs apart any longer.  She was
given over to her orgasmatic needs, and I rather doubt at
that point wheter it would have been possible to close them!
     Phillip had stripped off his clothing by this time, and
I could see his huge erection as I lifted my head from Jan's
cunt.  I didn't want her to come yet, though she was begging
me to put my mouth back on her sex.  Almost as if by pre-
arranged plan, I lifted off of her as my husband came around
to take my place.  I thought he was going to eat her pussy as
I had been doing.  Phillip had other plans.  He grabbed her
ankles, and in one fast movement, brought Jan from the middle
of the bed to the left bottom corner.  With an ankle in each
hand, Phillip parted her legs once more, but this time,
instead of lowering his mouth to the cunt's cunt, he drove
his cock into her.
     Up to now, her eyes had been closed, denying herself of
the visual stimualtion of another woman's head between her
legs.  Now, as my husband rammed his jumbo sized cock between
her legs and into her pussy, she suddenly joined the party.
I don't know who was fucking who, but believe me, there was
no danger of either Phillip or Jan missing a stroke.  Maybe
they might have one, but they weren't going to miss one.
Phillip wasn't between her legs for a full minute before Jan
started her orgasm!  And it was a lulu!  My husband was
pushing his eleven inches of hard cock into her pussy, while
I licked the breast he'd abandoned.  Brian, seeing an
opening, got on the bed and brought his cock back to Jan's
lips.  She opened her mouth and sucked almost half of his
thirteen inches on the first pass!  This bitch was hot!
     Phillip reared back, his cock still deep in her cunt,
and let out a roar!  I knew what that meant.  He was dumping
his load into her.  I watched as my husband spasmed time and
time again, each spasm meaning he was pumping more come
inside her pussy.  I wondered if she'd get it all out before
her husband visited her tight little cunt?  Nothing, Phillip
says, is more distressing to a husband than finding another
man's come in his wife's pussy.  Course, that doesn't hold
for my husband.  He likes it when I present a juicy cunt for
his inspection, and when I spread my pussy lips for him, and
sperm comes running out, he knows I've been bad.  Sometimes
he spanks me, sometimes he just tells me what a cunt I am.
But regardless of how he reacts, he always ends up doing the
same thing.  He always ends up with his mouth over my freshly
fucked pussy, licking it clean!
      My husband pulled his cock out of Jan's quivering pussy
and watched as the bitch lay there, exposed to anyone who
wanted to look.  She didn't even close her legs.  I figured
she was done for the night when Brian stepped into the place
Phillip had been.  His giant black cock was rock hard again,
and defying gravity in the way it stood straight out.  It was
obvious from the look on his face what he wanted.  Jan saw it
also...and she also saw the size of his cock.
     "No.  Wait.  I can't take that in my pussy.  Wait..."
No one listened.  She was too weak from the fucking my
husband had just given her to resist the black man's cock.
Funny, less than an hour ago, she'd begged me to let her fuck
him, now she didn't want any part of his black dick.  Too
bad.  Guys like Brian don't care a great deal about if you
want their cock, they only care about getting it wet!  Brian
was no exception.  As Jan kept saying "No!", Brian kept
feeding his giant dick into her pussy.  I must admit, it
didn't look to me like it would fit.  My own pussy hurt as
the big black athlete kept pushing more and more of his cock
into her tight pussy.  Even with my husband having just
fucked her, and leaving her wet and open, Brian's cock just
seemed too big.
     Of course, as I've heard many men say...one size fits
all!  Within a matter of minutes, his entire black cock was
hidden within the recesses of her pussy.  But I could see it
inside her, I could see the bulge it made inside her stomach
as it distended her uterus.  It was an obviously oversized
fuck device the man had, but despite all that, despite her
crying and whinning, I knew she wanted it.  We all do, don't
we?  She wanted to be used by this man, to be fucked like a
cheap whore and then discarded.  I wondered about Jan.  She
didn't seem the type to want such dispassionate love making,
the kind that sometimes leaves you empty in the morning...but
for now, she was getting what she wanted.
     I figured it would take about a week for her pussy to
revert to it's normal size.  Hope her husband didn't mind
waiting!
     And even as Brian was dropping his load into her,
squirting so much cum inside her that is started to ooze back
out, making squirting noises as it was forced back out by his
fucking motion, I knew that soon, it would be me there...on
my back...Brian's cock streaching me, hurting me.  I would be
lying there, in front of my husband, while a big African
forced his giant prick in and out of my cunt.  And while my
husband looked on, looked at his bride, his wife, his
lover...I would orgasm like no man had ever made me come
before.  This was the prick I'd been wanting all my life, and
in a few minutes it would be out of this blonde bitch, and
inside my greedy little pussy.  And maybe, after he finished
with me...I'd never call my cunny little again!


