
      As my mind reeled with these questionnaires before me
I drifted back to her presentation.  "........Now I want to
show you the difference between welcome and unwelcome," Amy
said.  She and I had done this role play several times.  I
got up from where I was in the back and approached the desk
we had set up in the center of the room, surrounded by the
couches in which the guys sat.  Amy sat down as if it were a
secretarial work station and said to them: "OK, here I am
working as an administrative assistant in an office
situation," she said.  Her posture very straight.  I came
over and played the part of the admiring boss. "You look
very pretty today," I said, standing next to her.  "Thank
you," she said distantly, "what can I do for you?"   "You
can join me for dinner tonight," I said, putting my hand on
the lovely, tender skin of her shoulder.  Usually she would
smile nervously and say, "Sorry, I couldn't."  This time she
said, "Join YOU for dinner? What gives you the idea I would
ut with you, you faggot?"

      A couple of the guys reacted. "Whoa, feisty," one of
them said.  I was taken quite aback and stepped aside,
trying to conceal my shock. I regrouped and got ready to do
a presentation that the male role hadn't engaged in
harassment. But she jumped in. "That's 'unwelcome'"  Then
very smoothly, Amy said: "OK, now I need a volunteer for the
next example. We're going to demonstrate 'welcome'"
Although everyone said "me, me", Amy pointed at a guy at one
of the couches and one of them came up, acting as the boss.
This made me nervous.  "Say what he said," she instructed
him, referring to my comments.  "You look very pretty
today," he said, a short, gruff Southern boy.  She turned in
her chair and this time began running her hands through her
hair. "What about me is so pretty?" she asked, departing
from the script and arching her back. He looked confused for
a moment, then said:  "Everything."  "Everything, huh," she
purred.  "Be more specific," she said quietly.  "You've got
an unbel le body," he said, relaxing a little, getting into
his part.  The guys were completely paying attention.  She
stood up - not part of the role play - and stepped right in
front of him. He stepped back a little.  He was staring at
her breasts. "Can you - uh - join me for dinner?" he said,
nervous again.  His voice broke and everyone laughed.
"Sure," she said, and kissed him on the lips for what seemed
like a minute.  Everyone applauded.  "That was welcome," she
giggled, patting him on the behind as he sat down.  He
stared back at her with a faint, predatory smile on his
face.

      Meanwhile I noticed the guys circulating a piece of
paper with handprinted text on it and at the bottom each guy
would sign his name, after chuckling about something, then
pass it to the next person.

      I walked over to my wife, whose face was beet red, and
a little wet from perspiration.  "Are you all right?  Let's
stop early today and see them tomorrow morning," I said.
She said nothing and just sat there, her eyes practically
locked into those of the guy whom she had just kissed, a
bear of a Hispanic looking man with NFL-class shoulders and
biceps.  I repeated my suggestion more firmly and she said,
still looking his way: "Sure thing." I announced that we
were finishing early today and would start a half hour
earlier tomorrow.  Amy seemed to be in a trance. The men
were slow to leave.  Darnell, Red and Bob came up to us, and
I shuddered. I was terrified they were going to ask us out
to dinner and drinks, and that she was going to wear next to
nothing for the occasion.  Things were spinning out of
kilter, yet I was sensing a sexual excitement inwardly that
grew with the erotic power that my wife was exerting on
these virile cave men. 

      Amy stood up. Darnell came over to her with a piece of
paper.  "Here's a questionnaire for YOU," he smiled.  "You
have given us a valuable insight into sexual harassment,
Amy."  He stood very close to her, his deep voice soft and
resonant.  "Did I hold your attention?" she said, her voice
at the level of pillow talk after the act of intercourse.
"It was a delightful presentation," Darnell said, "we were
spellbound."  Red was less discreet, his eyes fixed on her
breasts. "What are you gonna wear under the jacket
tomorrow?"  Bob said nothing, but sat in the chair she had
occupied, and stared at her ass, his head moving at angles
whenever she turned.  Once she glanced down at him and
patted his head affectionately, despite the obvious
inappropriate nature of his attention to her bottom.  Then
Amy read the paper Darnell had handed her, grinning and
saying: "Oh, you boys are very very naughty.  My husband is
right here, too." 

      I couldn't stand it and told her I was going to take a
quick restroom break. She handed me the "questionnaire" and
said: "Do these guys have dirty minds or what?" It said:

"WE NEED THIS INFORMATION: 
	 
YOUR TITS (Circle which applies): 

CUP:	D	DD	DDD	E	EE	F	HHHHH

BUST:	40	42	44	46	48	50	Wendy Whoppers Territory

Nipple diameter:	2"	3"	4"	5"	6"


WHAT IT WOULD TAKE TO SEE YOUR TITS (check one)?

$100        $200        $1,000            $5,000
more seminar projects


HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN AN EXHIBITIONIST?"


      I looked at Darnell and said: "Apologize.  I demand
that you and whoever else wrote this insulting, chauvinistic
piece of crap apologize to my wife."   He smiled, rather
patronizingly, I thought. "Hold on, pardner.  We meant
nothing by it.  After the questionnaire Amy gave us, we just
thought -----"   I was too emotional to stand for any
excuses. "This insulting 'questionnaire' exploits and
degrades my wife's body," I raised my voice, "and it mocks
everything this seminar is about."   The guy who had done
the role play with her came over. "Not really," he said,
"maybe you're just feeling left out because you were
unwelcome and I was welcome."  He laughed and the others
chuckled, and, to my surprise, Amy smiled.  

      Darnell looked at Amy tenderly and said: "So Amy, are
you going to fill it out?"  I reacted instantly: "No, are
you going to apologize?"  Amy said: "Well, my husband is
obviously unhappy with your questions, and they are rather
personal."   She reached around and petted  Bob on the head
as he sat, his head propped up by his left arm, his eyes
fastened on my wife's derriere.  She laughed slightly as she
regarded his stare - his head was now within inches of her
buttocks.  She squirmed and raised one buttock and said with
a laugh: "Looking for something?"  Bob smiled up at her:
"Oh, I've found it."

      "This is very offensive," I persisted, letting my
hand, holding their "questionnaire", fall to my side in
exasperation..  My wife turned back and, while looking at
Red, said to me in that bossy tone: "It's just a joke.  Put
it with the other questionnaires, pack up the laptop and our
stuff, and meet me upstairs in a little while."  She
seamlessly changed back to an affectionate voice with
Darnell and her other new admirers.

      I hurried to get out of there, humiliated, and slipped
into a stall in the men's room and heard someone at the
urinal say: "we have a $20 pool going on her tits, you in?"
Another voice, laughing, said: "great idea. What's the
pool?"  "Closest one to her bra size takes all."  "I bet you
she flashes us tomorrow, right in front of Mr. Milquetoast,"
the other chuckled.  "I'd bet against you, but I think she's
gonna flash us.  So let's bet about when."  "I say within
the first hour."  "Twenty bucks says she shows us her tits
within the first half hour."  "You're on.  I guess we're all
hot to see her knockers.  And her big ass."  "Yeah, when she
bent over a couple times this afternoon you could make out
her ass cheeks. She sure loves to dress in a tight whore
outfit.  Right in front of her pussy husband."  "Yeah,
fuckin' A!"   
  
      Listening to this kind of talk about my wife was more
than I could stand.  I went upstairs to our room and shortly
thereafter Amy walked in.  She was all smiles. "They love
us!  We're a big hit!"   She took off her shoes and danced
around the room.  I sat on the bed, beside myself with
anger, anxiety and apprehension.  She seemed oblivious to
it. "You were a different woman today," I protested.  She
said nothing and walked over to me in her modest bra and
underpants.  She straddled my lap and shoved her breasts in
my face.  "Look, you know I can be a showoff.  You know it
gets me what I want.  You know we NEED this presentation to
get the business going.  So this is no time to get hyper.
These guys are just joking around. They're construction
hunks."  She took her bra off and mashed her breasts against
my head, rubbing them slowly back and forth against my face.

      She spoke quietly.  "Darnell, you need to know, is as
close to the VP of Human Resources as my tits are to your
pouting face.  He said if we make these two days worth his
while we're in."   I felt the overwhelming pleasure of the
touch of her flesh and tried to fight it, cursing my loss of
control over the situation I was in.  She shook her tits and
pushed me down on the bed, and continued, "so stop the
peevish husband routine and let's keep our eyes on the
prize."  I began to speak. "Amy, I really have a problem
with you --"  but she cut me off, raising her voice
assertively, with a trace of scolding in it. "Stop being so
sensitive.  Are you going to stop whining?"   I said
nothing, filled with the mixed emotions of anger and
frustration on the one hand, but lust for her body on the
other.  "Are you going to stop whining?" she repeated.
Finally I said, "yes."  She stood and peeled off her
panties, then straddled my face backwards, her wonderful
cheeks wiggling and bewitching th igh stockings still on her
mile long legs.  She turned to look back at me and gasped:
"Now, eat my cunt."  She mashed her crotch into my face,
saying: "God do I need this."  Her vagina was soaking wet,
and for twenty minutes I found myself smothered, my tongue
in pain from her insistence that I pleasure her clitoris.
She reached for my dick and jacked me off summarily, but
even with the routine, almost rushed approach I came more
intensely than I had ever remembered.

      She washed up and made herself up again.  I was
fascinated by the sight of her applying make up,
particularly lipstick, and she knew it.  Some women giggle
nervously or are indifferent to this attention.  I was
discovering that my bride gloried in all kinds of male
attention and with make-up made it more dramatic.  Then we
went downstairs to dinner, Amy wearing a tank top and tight
jeans.  She looked like a hooker.  As we sat in the
undistinguished Hunan Buffet Amy's eyes kept surveying the
place. "Looking for someone?" I asked, annoyed.  "Let's say
I'm a people watcher," she smiled.  Halfway through she
looked past my shoulder as I was talking and I turned to see
what she was seeing.  I turned around and asked: "Now what?"
"Thought I saw Bob and Red," she said.  "Guess not," she
said, a trace of disappointment in her voice.  I trembled.

      About five minutes later Darnell, Bob and Red came up
behind her and gestured to me with their fingers at their
lips.  Then Darnell's large hands suddenly closed over my
wife's eyes, his brawny arms resting on the back of her
chair.  "Guess who?" he said in his deep, mellow voice.  She
reached around to grab his arms and said to me: "Honey,
protect me.  I am being molested by a muscle man."   He took
his hands away from her eyes and she turned back and cocked
her head up as he leaned over and kissed her on the lips.
Their mouths mashed together for a few seconds.  He turned
to me and smiled: "Hi folks!"  

      They pulled up chairs - much to my chagrin - and acted
very friendly.  Red had a beer and raised it in a toast,
putting his arm around me. "To the luckiest guy in the
world,"  he yelled.  "Here here," Bob said.  "You're looking
fantastic Amy," he then said, and from then on I was Mr.
Invisible.  "You must have hundreds of admirers," Red, who
was sitting close to her left, said.   "Thank you, sir," Amy
said, her eyes sparkling at him, "are you my biggest
admirer?"  The talk was replaced by stares between her and
them for a moment.  Then she sat up straight and placed her
hands on the back of her neck.  "So how do you guys like my
new tank top?"  "Outstanding," Darnell said, who was sitting
to her right. "You - or should I say they - really fill it,"
Bob whistled, shaking his head.   He looked at me and
snickered: "Your dick must be hard all day long."  Red and
Darnell laughed.  Red added: "I know mine would be."
"That's not funny at all," I said, "you're insulting my
wife."   Da jumped in: "That's Red's way of saying you have
a beautiful bride."   "And that I want to fuck her," Red
said.  Bob laughed again.

      Things got more surrealistic when Amy joined in the
laughter and said: "I guess that's another way of
complimenting a lady."   She was still posing with her hands
- her incredible-looking tits were drawing stairs now from
men from throughout the restaurant - and she said to me: "I
have a feeling Bob and Darnell are paying the same
compliment to your wife, honey."  She looked at Darnell,
then at Bob.  They just laughed suggestively. "So any time
I'm feeling a little down I can call you guys and get your -
uh - compliments?" she said, at long last dropping her arms
and running her hands lightly along Red's and Darnell's
arms, then dropping her hands out of view.   They laughed
again.   "How do you like my tank top, honey?" Amy said to
me with excessive interest, "you haven't said anything about
it all evening."   "It's great," I said, smiling slightly.
"Do you think it's too tight on me?" she went on.  "Well," I
started to say, knowing that it of course was.  She
interrupted me, " difficult to shop when you're an F Cup
Club gal. Something you 4F Club members wouldn't
understand."  She raised a glass and toasted: "To the 4F
Club," and downed her drink.  She looked down at her tits
and said: "Speaking of how I look in this, darling, I get
the distinct feeling these hunks want to - uh - compliment
me."  She looked at them, and almost purring said: "Right?
You guys want to compliment me?"   She was now on her fifth
beer.

      Bob said: "Oh yeah, Amy, I would love to compliment
your brains out."  "Stop it right there -----" I said.  Red
leapt in, "Come over here and sit in my lap and I'll
compliment your extra large tits and that delicious ass of
yours while we compliment all night long."   I stood up.
"Gentlemen, my wife has heard enough. We'll see you tomorrow
morning."  After a tense moment Amy pointed at my shorts and
said: "Dear, you're complimenting me too."  I looked at her,
confused, then looked down at the bulge an erection was
making in my crotch.   Darnell smiled: "Amy, you're
surrounded."  They all began laughing and I sat down,
completely shown up by my wife and these jerks.

      "I think my husband objects to this frivolity," Amy
said, with exaggerated solemnity,  "so you better head off
like he said."  "Not before you kiss us good night," Bob
said.  "Is that OK, boss?" Amy said to me.  "Well, all
right," I said, anxious to get them away from us.  She
puckered up and bent her head toward Darnell.  "Wait, not
here," he said, "over there."  He pointed to the door to the
hotel pool, where there was a sign explaining that the pool
area was closed for maintenance.  The room was dark.
"You're going to kiss each of us good night in there, and
then we're going to kiss you back."   Amy looked over toward
the pool room and giggled: "Cool!"   

      "How about right here," I objected.  "Hey," Red said,
"you don't want everyone seeing your wife kiss us.  That
would embarrass you - and her."  They all stood up.  "I'm
serious," I said, "let's have our goodbyes right here."  "Oh
honey," my wife said dismissively, as Darnell put his arm
around her, "you're almost making a scene."  I followed them
out of the restaurant, amid stares, and down the hall to the
entrance to the pool room.  I was panicking, afraid of what
would happen next.

      The large "nautatorium" was mostly dark, with an
occasional floor light here and there.  As we entered,
ignoring the CLOSED sign, Amy, walking in front of all of
us, posed in the doorway and stuck out her butt, bending
slightly.  "Who wants to carry me across the threshold?"
Darnell chuckled: "Now right down there is where I want to
kiss you goodnight."  As he stepped up directly behind her,
her ass rubbing against his groin, she said: "Oooooh, I like
that idea."   Red barked at her: "Just get your tits in
there."  "And that ass too," Bob said.

      It was a standard hotel pool facility with chaise
lounges, some tables and chairs, but with no water in the
pool.  No sooner had we all gotten inside the room and begun
walking to the side of the pool - - when a voice startled
us.  "Excuse me, the pool is closed for repairs."   I had
been nearest to the door and had noticed at the same time my
wife in the shadows, and there was movement as if she were
removing something.  I turned and there stood a young man,
could not have been more than 19, in a blazer and with a
walkie talkie.  "Sorry," he said.  "We're just relaxing,"
Darnell said, "and we're guests.  It's all right."   The
young security guy didn't blink. "Sorry, you'll have to
leave.  This room is closed to everybody."  Darnell raised
his voice: "I said, we're just relaxing here. We're guests.
What's the problem?"  The security guy stood his ground.  

      I welcomed this and was ready to take Amy's hand to
leave when she emerged slowly from the shadows, and slowly
walked toward the kid.  

      I was shocked to see that she had removed her tank top
and bra. She was bare chested!  As she walked, her massive
tits jiggling slightly.  She was saying nothing and even in
the dark I could tell that Darnell, Red and Bob were
standing pop-eyed - as was the security kid.  The sight of
her breasts filled me with conflicting feelings:  sexual
desire, evil, and fear.  I didn't know if I could take it.

      "What's your name?" she said softly, staring into his
eyes with a lusty smile on her face.  "Huh?" he said,
hypnotized by the sight of her tits. Her handful sized
nipples looked so fucking great, and their teats protruded
toward him rudely.  She laughed.  "Why don't you stay here
with us?" she said, stepping closer, her knockers almost
touching his blazer.  The walkie talkie squawked and Amy
took it from his hand and began licking it with her tongue,
all the while gazing into his young, disbelieving eyes.  Her
free hand squeezed her tit, then pushed it in against her
ribs, squooshing it so that it fluffed broadly on her chest.

      The kid was incapable of speaking.  She put arms
around him and planted a wet kiss on his mouth.  He cleared
his throat and said: "I - I - uh," and she laughed again.
Red and Bob chucked lewdly, and everyone seemed to be
breathing a little harder.  "So we can stay?" she said to
the security kid.  "I don't know," he said, overwhelmed and
tripping over his words.  Then, to my disgust and amazement,
Amy pushed him gently into a pool chair, then straddled his
lap and rubbed her tits in his face.  "Please," she said.
"I'll get in trouble," he whimpered.  "I'll suck your cock,"
she said.  The other guys were smiling, enjoying the tension
she was building and the excitement on the young guy's face.
"Blow him," Red said.  

       She mashed her tits against the sides of his face and
he began to moan.  She cooed: "Stand up and get your dick
out. I want you to fuck my mouth, right here."  He rose and
unzipped his pants, tossing his jacket on the chair.  She
knelt before him and took his hard cock in her hand and
stroked it, looking up at me. "I'll take this big prick as a
compliment too."  "Looks like it's welcome, harassment
whore," Red said.  "Watch your language," I said.  My wife
giggled as she kissed the kid's dick and said: "Harassment
whore!  I love it!".  She then took his cock in her mouth
and  sucked him vigorously.  Within a few minutes he cried
out and then she moaned with pleasure as he shot his load
into her mouth.  She kept sucking him and fondled his balls.
As he got himself together she said: "so you won't let
anyone bother us?"  "Uh - no," he gasped, walking toward the
door briskly, his embarrassment and bewilderment returning.
Amy walked after him and said: "I want to borrow your flash
," and took it out of his jacket pocket.  He just looked at
her blankly and left.   Red laughed and said: "Now that's
the kind of good night kiss I want."

       "Right now, more than anything," she said softly, "I
have to take a piss."  She grabbed a cup off one of the
tables and handed the flashlight to Bob.  She turned toward
me and stuck her ass out toward the guys, slowly peeling
down her jeans and thong panties - amid whistles and
appreciative lewd remarks.  Bob was shining the light on her
lucious ass.  She stepped out of her shoes and out of one of
the legs of her jeans, kicking them out of the way.   "Hold
this cup so I can pee in it," she said to me in that bossy
tone.  "Couldn't you at least go the ladies room?" I asked
angrily.  "Right now I'm not a lady," she said, "I'm a
harassment whore."  With that she began to urinate, in a
large quantity, and more of the warm contents of her bladder
went on my arm and shoes than into the cup.   Unfortunately
Bob kept shining the flashlight on her butt when she
whizzed, and I noticed a tense silence from them.  When she
was done she shook her ass at them again and said, looking
over her der as she kept shaking: "What's the matter guys,
never seen a lady piss?"

      Her display of this bodily function had sent them into
the next level of lust.  She glanced at me and said:
"Whoopsy.  Well, what's a little urine between spouses.
Could you be a dear and clean up the spill? Something tells
me I'm about to get complimented."

      The flashlight went out.  We were all almost
silhouettes now.  Bob said: "Come over here and fix my
flashlight, Amy."  I was next to her and watched her move
toward them.  They were facing us and Bob was in the middle.
I heard one zipper open, then others.  Amy was now directly
in front of Bob. "Oh," she said softly, "your flashlight is
down here.  My it's thicker than it was before."  Darnell
said: "I brought one too."  "So you did," she said,  "I
definitely have to get closer to these flashlights to see if
I can make them work."  "Oh they'll work," Darnell chuckled.
"Now get on your knees and don't rush it like you did with
the youngster."  Bob said: "Keep shaking it around like
that, harassment whore. That'll make the light go on."  Red
shoved me aside and got behind her, and I cringed as I saw
and heard his pants unbuckle and slide to his knees.

      "I knew this whore would be doing us, but I didn't
know it would be this easy,"  Bob said to his buddies.  "I'm
about to compliment your cunt," Red said, "that hard thing
you feel against your ass ain't no flashlight."  Sucking
sounds stopped and my wife turned and said: "You want to
fuck me?  I don't know.  That could be harassment."  Darnell
laughed: "The only person here who thinks it's unwelcome is
your husband."  Red chuckled, and I saw his body begin to
ram slowly against Amy's behind.  "She's got a soaking wet
twat, guys.  Wait til you feel this tight cunt."   Bob was
making encouraging comments to her about her cocksucking,
then said, as if annoyed: "hey, I threw that flashlight down
on the floor.  How we supposed to see those gigantic
knockers of yours when we fuck 'em?  I don't plan on holding
the fucking flashlight for it."  

      I had to take a stand and said, "Amy, nothing is this
important.  Tell these guys you had too much to drink and
let's get out of here."   She stopped her sucking again and
said to me, commandingly, "take the flashlight so they can
see my tits while I enjoy the best cock I've had in a long
time."   "Amy," I protested, "you're being sexually
exploited."   "Maybe," she gasped, amid the slapping sound
from Red's fucking, "but this is the first big prick I have
had in me in nine months."   I was stunned to hear this
unkind talk coming from my wife.  Dazed, I groped around on
the floor for the flashlight.  On all fours I stared for an
instant at the scene of two men, pants to their knees,
alternatively getting sucked off by my wife.  And a third
figure was screwing her harder and harder.  She was
whimpering with each of his strokes.

      As my hand discovered the flashlight I heard Bob break
the conversational silence.  He matter of factly asked
Darnell: "So when did you know Amy was hungry for dick?
First night we met her?  When she took the jacket off
yesterday?"   Darnell snickered. "Hold that thought," and
instructed Amy. "Deep throat time, you horny bitch."  Amy
was panting now with Red's strokes. "But you're a big
fucker," she said. "Take it all," he yelled.  He grabbed the
back of her head and made her choke.  "I said take it all,"
he persisted.  Then he turned my way and said, frustrated:
"can we get some light here?"  Fearing the rage of a guy who
towered over me with arms the size of my thighs, I turned on
the flashlight at directed the beam at my wife's double
fellatio.  "Thank you," he moaned, "you and your wife run a
great seminar."   Red laughed between gasps, "yeah, he's the
brains and she's the boobs."   "I've got a great ass too,"
Amy said.  "Built for fucking,"  Bob said.  

      Darnell spoke, "getting back to your question, Bob, I
knew this bitch was a tramp the night we met her.  What kind
of a professional speaker would show her tits off for a
sexual harassment seminar?"  He made sounds of pleasure.
"And she didn't mind our questionnaire.  But I really knew
she had a slutty ass when she rubbed my crotch - and yours -
under the table at the restaurant tonight."   Bob said: "Hey
Amy, you liked that? Feeling our dicks under the table when
he's sitting right there?"   Amy came up for air, and
quickly said: "Are you kidding? I practically had an
orgasm," then eagerly resumed her blowjobs, this time Bob
stuffing his dick into her mouth.

      "Switch!" Darnell said, and stepped behind her.  Red
was indignant: "Hey!"  Darnell pushed him aside. "I'm the
supervisor of this crew," he said.  "Roll over on your back,
Amy McSlut."  "Right here in front of my husband?" she said
with mock concern, "You'll get in trouble..."  "Shut your
cocksucking mouth and roll over on your back, and," he
turned toward me, "shine that light on her jugs while I fuck
her."  Darnell flipped her legs up in the air and got into
screwing position.  "Look at those fuckin' tits," Bob said,
laughing.  "Unbelievable."  I found myself shining the
flashlight on Amy's boobs, then stepping around to aim the
light at Darnell's crotch.  His stiff, long cock was as
thick as a catchup bottle.  He stroked it casually as he
held her legs up with his giant bronze arm and looked at me
briefly, mockingly.  He rubbed his dick against her lips and
her clit, an action that made Amy give out little screams.
Then he slowly entered my wife.  Amy cried out and gasped:
"Oh k!".   Bob took hold of her ankles and sat on her face,
his meat hovering over her mouth. Then he scooted forward so
that his balls were poised over her throat.  "I'm gonna
harass these fuckin' watermelons," he said.

      Bob fucked her tits and high-fived Darnell, who was
pounding my wife's twat with his major league prick.  Amy
moaned with uncontrollable desire.  I moved the flashlight
as they told me to, and cursed me when I was too slow.
"Your wife's a filthy tramp who can't get enough dick,
right?"  Red said, kneeling at her side and thrilling at her
jacking of his cock.  Darnell fucked her harder and harder,
saying filthy things to her.  "You are such a fucking slut,"
he laughed, "you take my meat like you haven't had a decent
fuck in years."  "Umm hmmmm," my wife's muffled voice
registered agreement. "You hear that?" he said to me, "you
hear that shit?  This pussy needs constant fucking."  Then
they turned her on her side so that Darnell could fuck her
with her upper leg bent slightly and Red could maul her ass
with his hand while she kept on jacking him.  Her head
stayed flat on the floor as she blew Bob's dick, jammed in
her mouth.  My flashlight caught the sight of him jacking
his prick e she hungrily licked his balls.

      After about five minutes of this Darnell came loudly,
and Amy came with him. A series of high, otherwordly noises
emanated from her throat, as if possessed by demons. No
sooner did he fall back on the floor, saying: "God what a
hot cunt," then Red slid over and rammed his impatient dick
into her pussy.   "Give me a piece of your sexy ass,  you
horny  bitch," he demanded, immediately slamming his pelvis
into her in violent, powerful thrusts.  The slapping of his
groin against her ass made loud smacking noises.  Bob was
squatting so that his asshole was over her mouth, and I
could barely see her tongue flicking toward it.

       "Keep fucking me," she whimpered, "I need more."
Red's thrusts matched Darnell's and within a few minutes he
shot what seemed to be a huge wad in my wife's womb.  She
implored him to stay inside for a few moments. "Get hard
again, baby," she pleaded, "I want some more hard dick."
Then Bob raised his asshole from her face and slapped  his
dick down again between her tits.  "God this feels great,"
he said as he fucked her breasts.  He was getting close and
was pushing her boobs together, pulling roughly on her
nipples.  He stroked faster and faster and cursed, the
flashlight barely seeing jets of semen landing on her tits
and stomach.  "Lick that fuckin' cum off your watermelons,
seminar slut," Darnell said, "and get the flashlight on her
doing it.  I want to see that slut mouth lick the cum off
her tits.  Yeah, push those big fuckin' tits against your
chin, you dirty whore."  Amy seemed to go crazy over the
whole thing, the attention, the sex with these men she
barely knew, th eaning talk and rough handling of her body.
It was a dizzying revelation, and I shook my head, looking
down at the floor, feeling a little faint.

	
