by Lorenzo Mier
The song ended and Jill and I made our way back to the bar. We sat down at the bar and she put her hand on my thigh where she was actually resting against my cock. She said, "You are a great dancer thank-you for helping me pass the time and keeping the wolves off of me." I said, "You are welcome and thank-you." She then said, "I better get to my room and call my husband. You asked me earlier if I had ever been tempted and I said yes. Tonight is one of those nights so I better go before I decide to take you up to my room and fuck your brains out." With that she gave my cock a squeeze and kissed me on the cheek and left. I watched her disappear through the crowd.
I looked over to Jane's table and she was not there. I looked out on the dance floor and she was not there either. My mind was reeling. As many drinks as she had and the look that was in her eyes I thought my God she is somewhere fucking these guys. There were two of them not at the table. The two that were groping her were gone.
I got up from the bar and started to look for her. Finally I went down the hall to where the restrooms were and there she was leaning against the wall with one leg propped up against it. The two guys from the table were with her. Her dress buttoned all the way down the front of it and it was completely unbuttoned. One had his hand on her crotch and without a doubt his fingers in her pussy. The other had his hands on her tits and they were outside of her dress now and he was massaging them and pinching her nipples. She had her head against the wall and her eyes closed. She also had a cock in each hand and was stroking them as she was being felt up and finger fucked by their owners. Anyone who had walked by to go to the restroom could see this going on. As I walked by I could smell the familiar smell of her wet excited pussy.
I walked past them and when I did she heard someone walking by and opened her eyes. You could tell she was a little shocked she had been caught. I walked on by and went to the men's room. I looked in the mirror and my mind was thinking what are you doing? Your wife is outside this door half naked and she is being groped and finger fucked by two complete strangers and you have a hard cock. Was I enjoying this? Was I mad that she had taken the game so far? I was not sure. I splashed water on my face and started to dry it off when the two guys came into the restroom.
The one guy said, "Damn that bitch is so fucking drunk and so fucking horny that we need to get her to the room. She will fuck all of us right now." The other guy said, "Her pussy is soaking wet and feels tight as hell." He then stuck his fingers under his nose and said, "She smells great too I cannot wait to put my tongue inside her pussy."
I went out the door and Jane was still there. I said, "What the hell are you doing? The game has never gone this far. We need to go before these guys gang fuck you. Is that what you want?" She said, "Feel my pussy" I reached into her still unbuttoned dress and she had removed her panties and she was drenched. She said, "Let's go I want to fuck you right now" She reached out and said, "Apparently you enjoyed watching." as she grabbed my cock.
I grabbed her arm to help steady her and pulled her dress together and we made our way through the crowd to the door.
When we got to the car she peeled off her dress and bent over the trunk and said, "Fuck me here and now I have to get your cock in my pussy." I unzipped my pants and let my raging hard on slip into the night air. I did not bother with slowly inserting my cock I just lunged forward and buried it inside her wet slit and thrust in and out. It was not making love or even fucking it was almost like ****. I reached around and grabbed her swinging tits and pinched her nipples hard. She let out a yelp when I pinched them. I looked over and another couple was walking by to their car and the women said, "Get a room."
Jane started to shake with an orgasm. She was now bent over the truck of our car with high heels and a garter belt on and nothing else and I was pounding into her for all I was worth. The amazing part was we were in a public parking lot and neither one of us cared who saw.
She said, "YES, YES Fuck me hard I am CUUUUMMMMING" She convulsed and jerked in an orgasm and I unloaded the biggest load of my life into her.
I pulled out of her and she stood up naked in a public parking lot and reached between her legs and scooped up the cum that was beginning to run down her leg and stuck it in her mouth. She said, "That is the only thing I hate about you filling my pussy with your cum is I do not get to taste it."
She strutted to the car door as if she was fully clothed and I opened it and let her in. I walked behind the car to get her dress and noticed the car behind us. It was the couple that had walked by as we were fucking. and she was now naked and her tits were bouncing in his face as she sat on his lap and was fucking him. I had to smile, the guy could see me smiling so I gave him a thumbs up and he grinned back at me.
I got in the car and Jane had her hand in her pussy. She said, "I believe I won tonight's game. I could have had those eight guys and probably every guy in the bar." I told her, "There is no doubt the score was many to one tonight but, what I am glad of is that I was the one who got to fuck you." She said, "Let's go home lover." She leaned over in the seat and sucked my cock into her mouth. She pulled off and said, "Let's play another game going home. I bet I can make you cum in my mouth before we get home."
Black Cum Eater
You have to understand that Jenny is a beautiful gal. Actually, at 5'4", 135lbs, long blonde hair and hazel eyes, she's a stunner. And believe it or not, she's got HUGE tits (38F) and yeah, they're real. (She always makes me add that.). Jen also has great legs and a beautifully rounded ass. She just turned 28; I'm now 31.
Jen comes from an academic family. Her family and friends were pretty repressed about sex. In her college days some of her geek friends got together every now and again for some giggly liaisons, but she didn't go for that type of scene. Perhaps because of her enormous breasts, she only wore sweats and other baggy outfits.
I come from a different background. I was considered the "bad-boy" type during the 80's and 90's. I was well known for getting it on with willing girls. When Jen and I met she was 18 and yearning to be free from the boredom of her restrictive life. It was the classic case of the repressed girl wanting to break out. For whatever reason, I was her ticket to fun and glamour. After thinking about it, and talking with me, she wanted me to introduce her to everything sex had to offer.
I started slowly. I had her shave and took her shopping for revealing attire. We went out on the town. She'd heard stories from girlfriends of their first times with guys who had the same amount of experience as they did, and they all were disasters. When we made love I made sure Jen had a great time. What I didn't realize is that I was creating a monster.
Over the next few months we continued her "education." She was very eager and took to all forms of erotic play like a fish to water. I then moved to Los Angeles. Jen felt cut off from the fun and freedom she had recently discovered. We stayed in contact and met for occasional weekend trips, which resulted in 72 hours of wall-to-wall sex.
A year later I returned to the area. Jen and I were soon married and moved in to a house I was living with a friend of mine, Billy. His girlfriend joined us, and the girls were soon enjoying each other almost more than me and Billy. Jen would do oral with Billy and his girlfriend, or sex with me while they watched. (Jen loved to be watched.) I would sometimes fuck Billy's girlfriend, always with a condom. Jen had never liked condoms, so Billy had to settle for suck offs and jerking off over Jen's ample tits.
Billy's girlfriend was a dancer in a strip club, and Jennifer (who was made for a "titty bar") soon started working there as a waitress, not as a dancer. We then moved into our own house, and Jenny often brought home girls she worked with, sometimes with their boyfriends or husbands. I also started introducing her to our local swing clubs. She loved them. At the clubs our fun only involved other women or couples. Jen didn't want to go beyond oral sex or being watched while I did her.
As she became more experienced, Jen became more aggressive about getting what she wanted. I went the other way. She would approach men and women and in
vite them in explicit terms to have sex. One night, we were at the favorite club we frequented. We happened to pass by the "Voyeur Room," which had windows for three walls. When Jenny saw what was going on inside she became silent. I looked in to see four black men fucking the hell out of Linda, a white girl we'd played with before.
I saw her husband in the corner in a chair. Linda's nylons were holding his arms in place. (I guess he could have moved if he'd wanted; he was a big guy.) It was strangely erotic to me. I looked over at Jen, who had both hands rubbing herself slowly, one pulling up her frilly skirt a bit, the other slowly but deliberately massaging her soaking pussy lips. Her eyes were fixed on what was going on, as if she was in a trance. I watched her for a couple of minutes, and although she was right beside me, she didn't seem to be aware that I and a couple of others were looking at her.
"You're staring, honey," I said.
"I wish it was me in there instead of her. I loved the look of those beautiful black bodies using her."
"God, Jen, are you crazy?"
"Look at the savage way they're taking her. I love the power they have over her and her husband."
I was shocked. I'd never seen her talk like this.
"Honey," she said. "I really like watching those black cocks enter her. I can imagine how it must feel." Whatever I thought, watching them had created something in her.
I looked back into the room and heard the black guy give a loud groan. He stiffened and quivered as he came. As he pulled out of Linda, one of the other black men untied her husband, Don. He dove between her legs and put his mouth to her crotch. He was gobbling the cum out of his wife's open cunt. I was amazed. Here was another creampie lover!
You see, my first sexual experience was with my best friend's slutty sister. She was three years older, rather dominant and experienced. When she let me fuck her I got so excited that I came too quickly. She told me to go down on her, so I did. I licked out my cum while she squirmed with pleasure. The taste was wonderful.
Since then I'd eaten out every woman I ever fucked. I love eating out pussy, but it tastes better after it's been fucked. My technique was to perform oral on a girl for a while until she was cumming and then say "Hang on; I'll eat it more in just a minute." Then I'd fuck her a while longer, shoot my load, and go down to my creampie treat.
So I'd been a cum-eater for quite some time when I saw this man in the Voyeur Room enjoy several creampies in a row. This was different. ¦I'd only eaten my own cum. Or was it? I didn't know.
Without missing a beat, the next two black men filled Linda back to back. Again her husband went to his knees between her legs and ate her as we watched it all. By now Jen's breasts were rising and falling heavily as she breathed. Her eyes glazed over, and looking down, I saw she had one hand massaging her clit while holding the front of her skirt up, and the other slowly rubbing her dripping pussy.
After the last black man finished, Jen snapped out of it, and all at once turned to me and declared, "I want to do that!" I was shocked. She'd never so much as fucked another man, much less a black one, since she'd been with me.
That evening after when got home I was taken back by the zest Jen showed in wanting to do what she had seen.
"Tim," she said, "next Saturday we're going back there and I'm gonna find those guys and talk to them."
"I don't know if that's a good idea."
"When I saw Don eat out Linda I knew you would love to do that too, wouldn't you, darling"
"I don't know..."
"Whether you like it or not, I'm going to talk to them and see what happens." It seemed odd to hear her saying this because she had been hit on by countless black men before and never even thought about it till that night.
As her she became aggressive about what she wanted, I was taken aback a bit. Still, the flutter in my stomach, and desire for it to happen (and especially this way) took hold of me. I was a bit surprised at how eager I was to surrender my wife to these black guys. It somehow crept out of some dark recesses of my desire.
Anyway, I couldn't talk her out of it if I'd wanted to. The next weekend we went back to the club, and waited. We expected to find at two of the black guys we were somewhat acquainted with. As neither were married, we'd never asked them to play before, but that was about to change. Being regulars (one, Andre, was a bouncer on some nights and hung out there frequently), they were sure to show up.
Well, Andre and Chris, another black man we'd seen before, were there. Jen was like a woman possessed. Her eagerness and control of the situation served to make me sit down and shut up. Suddenly it was me who was submissive. Strangely I was getting aroused by the idea of Jen with these guys. She went to the bar and spoke with Andre. I followed a little distance behind and stood off to one side, barely close enough to hear what they said. Jen would do the talking for us.
It wasn't the first time either of us had spoken with Andre. He had often approached us when we were looking for other couples. He had a playful way of trying to seduce Jen, saying things like once you go black you never go back. He liked to tell Jen how much he loved white girls with big tits and little waists and rounded hips and asses.
To be perfectly honest here, I am partly responsible for Andre's interest in my wife. One night at the club while Jen was in a private room with another couple I took a break at the bar. Andre sidled up to me to chat.
"You got a beautiful lady, Tim. I've been admiring her for a long time. I bet she's a great lay."
I must have been a little intoxicated because I found myself talking to him about just that.
"Yeah, she really loves it. I mean being taken. You know, it makes her feel naughty."
Somehow I must have also told him that she loved being spanked when getting it from behind or that she really loved having my hair pulled.
Hey, man, she must be really hot. Does she love that when you fuck her?"
"You bet," I bragged. "It makes her arch her back more so that she slams onto my cock, although she tells me it can be difficult when her knees are weak after a really powerful orgasm."
"Man, does she like to cum?"
"Yeah! Jen's a real cum queen. Especially when I spank her when she tenses up before she cums. It gives her an even bigger orgasm."
"I really want to bang her, man."
I was used to this. A lot of single men approached Jenny at the club.
"You know we only do couples and women. No single guys. I'm sorry."
"We'll see about that," he grinned.
Somehow Andre had let us know that sex the way he and his friends did it would be different. We had chuckled with him about it. Jen had even blushed when he complimented her body in front of his friends. We were polite, but moved away to other women and couples we liked. To his credit, Andre always backed off politely.
Later, Jen mentioned to me that she found Andre attractive, but didn't consider his proposals seriously. He didn't hound us every night but at least once in a while would try again with the same approach. Each time he walked away saying we probably couldn't take it anyways, that we would come around, and that it would be easy when we did.
So when Jen approached him that fateful night he looked rather amused.
"Hi, babe. I knew you would be here."
Jen seemed to hesitate.
"Have you been thinking about me, babe?
"Yes."
"I've known for a long time that you would like to be with me. If you're serious, you don't have to prove it to me. You have to prove it to your husband." He bent over and whispered something. I couldn't hear. Jen's eyes widened.
"I watched you and your friends with Linda last week," she murmured.
"Yeah, I know. We took it easy on them. Since you're younger I'm gonna really get loose. But if you want it, you have to do everything I say."
Jen blushed and looked as if she felt hot all over. When she looked at me I felt like I was watching the most interesting movie I'd ever seen. Jen sensed I wanted this as much as she did.
Andre gazed at me, smiled, then kissed her deeply and grabbed her ass hard. Over the next couple minutes, I watched him slide her tight spandex skirt up and put his fingers into her. His friend Chris grinned at me.
When we had played before I was always involved, and the farthest swap we'd enjoyed was oral with the other partner, unless it was me having sex with the other woman. Jen had kept to just oral, except with women, or toys. Now here she was talking with Andre, his fingers working inside of her. Chris reached around and played with her big tits.
I'd known Jenny wasn't wearing underwear to the club, but as I watched, I started to wish I'd worn jeans instead of my loose fitting slacks, which made covering my raging hard-on all but impossible! I'd never been this turned on. I knew Andre and his friends, knew how they talked and acted, always talking about their hobby being nailing white women. The previous week I'd had seen just how nasty and aggressive they had pounded our lady friend. I also knew how Jen liked it done to her, and in the back of my mind understood they were going to make her their slut.