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 Dawn Breaks Out (MF,M+F,preg) by Art West (artweststory@SPAMGO.yahoo.co.uk)





   CHAPTER 1: The ugly duckling grows up

   Dawn W was a real ugly duckling.  At the age of 12, she was taller than
most in her class, and the heaviest by far.  She was already wearing
C-cups, and the kindest thing anyone said was that she was chubby.  In
addition, she wore glasses and had recently been fitted with braces on her
protruding teeth.  Her hair was greasy and unmanageable.

   Over the next few years her height stabilized, but those tits just kept
growing!.  By 15, she was up to DD-cups.  She lacked any social confidence,
and wore baggy shapeless clothes in order to hide her body.  Still, she was
conscious of rude comments from boys in her class about bigger udders than
a dairy cow, and of mooing sounds made behind her.

   She avoided social contact, buried herself in studies and became
involved in church work as a Sunday School teacher.  She did play (field)
hockey for the school, as goalkeeper, but even that led to audible comments
about how unfair it was that she left no room for the ball to get past her.

   After high school she obtained a generous scholarship to study computer
science at her local University of Cape Town in South Africa where she had
grown up.  She dreamt of meeting a boy who would sweep her off her feet,
but her lack of social graces made this unlikely.  The braces had by now
gone, but little else had changed.  She still wore baggy tops and jeans or
trousers to hide her body.

   Academically, she did well, and was in demand to join project teams in a
quite male dominated class.  It was clear that the boys on the team did not
even think of her as a girl, and quite openly swapped stories of sexual
conquests as if she was just one of the lads.  But back in her own room,
she would relive the stories, stroking her breasts and nipples while she
imagined herself being ravished by one of her male colleagues.  Her fingers
would find her clit and pussy, as she wondered what a hard male organ would
feel like penetrating her body.

   One boy who was a frequent focus of her fantasies was one Enrico F in
her class.  He unashamedly exploited her willing help on various
assignments, but otherwise hardly recognized her existence.  He was of
Italian extraction and lived up to the associated Romeo reputation. 
Stories circulating amongst the other students suggested that he bedded
half the women on campus, and Dawn lay at night fingering herself, wishing
she was one of them.

   Dawn graduated top of her class, and was immediately snapped up by a
progressive software development company in Cape Town.  Within a year, she
was a project leader, earning more than she had ever dreamed possible, but
it made no immediate difference to her social life.

   It was at about that time, though, that Dawn was taken in hand by
Hilary, a rather flamboyant, red-haired and outgoing woman in her late
thirties who worked in the administrative department.  Hilary was famed for
wearing outrageously revealing outfits, and was rumoured to have had
affairs with all the bosses.  She was twice-divorced and had three sons,
generally accepted to have been sired by three different fathers.  But
somehow, she took a motherly interest in Dawn whom she perceived to be a
sad and unhappy girl.

   At Hilary's urging, Dawn consulted an ophthalmic surgeon, and a
subsequent operation removed the need for glasses.  Hilary's hairdresser
gave Dawn a new close-cropped hairstyle which suited her much better. 
Joint shopping sprees which Dawn could now easily afford filled her
wardrobe with tighter tops, displaying rather than hiding her femininity,
and even showing a little cleavage and upper swells (to Dawn's initial
embarrassment).

   Dawn joined the local gym.  She would never be slim, but her waist
trimmed down, making her bosom more spectacular, and her naturally strong
legs firmed up into very shapely form.  Hilary encouraged her to wear
shorter skirts (not quite miniskirts at this time) to exploit this new
shape.  Even her tits, although no smaller, seemed to get firmer, needing
less bra support, and allowing her to buy a few more frilly lacy creations.


   Slowly she became aware of men staring at her bosom and legs, not to
scoff any more but in open admiration.  However, she still lacked
confidence to socialize to any great extent, in spite of Hilary's
encouragement.

   Then, half way through her third year with the company (just after her
25th birthday), her life changed when Gavin T appeared on the scene.  He
was a technician involved in replacing their network systems, and was some
five years older than Dawn.  He was rather shorter than her and really
skinny, even wimpish looking, but flirted incessantly with her.  He was a
tit-man to the core, and leered openly at her bosom, while talking to her,
especially when a bit of swell was revealed.  Although slightly embarrassed
by this attention, Dawn was also flattered, and was ripe for the picking.

   When Gavin asked her out on a date, she turned to Hilary for advice, and
ended up with a shorter skirt and lower neckline than she had ever worn
before.  Nervously, she invited Gavin in for coffee when they returned. 
She had never been alone with a man under such conditions.  Within minutes,
Gavin had his hands on her tits.  She wanted to resist but it felt
sooooooooo good.  It did not take much longer for Gavin to have her top and
bra off, and he gazed at those luscious orbs for the first time.

   "Ohhhhh, they're gorgeous" he whispered breathlessly, as her buried his
face in the soft valley.

   Again she felt that she should resist, but then his lips found her coral
pink tips and he nursed on them with a grown of pleasure.  Dawn felt she'd
died and gone to heaven ... she had never experienced such divine feelings.

   He dry humped his crotch against her exposed thigh, and she thrilled at
the feel of his rock-hard erection.  But on this occasion, she resisted him
at last when his hands found her crotch, and the evening ended with her
still a virgo intacta.  But that night she relived the feelings of Gavin's
hands and lips all over her breasts, and the pressure of his cock against
her leg.

   The second date was three days later, and her virginity was gone
forever. In spite of the initial pain, it felt so good that she just knew
she would want to fuck again and again and again.  She was willing to give
herself to Gavin wherever and whenever he wanted.  Much to her surprise she
found it quite a turn-on to be naked in his presence, as his obvious lust
overpowered even her residual negative feelings about her body.

   Two weeks later, he took her away for a long-weekend.  They were at a
quiet family cottage on a deserted stretch of coast.  Gavin kept her naked
for the whole time.  At first she was a little shy and embarrassed, but
gradually his obvious admiration of her curves made her feel increasingly
comfortable, and she even started enticing him by spreading her legs or
pushing her tits out at him.  He introduced her to the joys of cunnilingus,
loving the feel and aroma of her lush pussy lips.  She couldn't believe how
this could turn him on, but she exhilarated in the sensations.  Then he
taught her to suck cock and she understood.  They screwed incessantly,
night and day, missionary style, doggy style, with her on top.  Dawn was
now totally addicted to sex.

   Back home, Gavin encouraged her to wear ever more revealing outfits, and
she obliged, partly to please him but also because she gained an
ever-increasing thrill in exposing herself.  It was hard to believe that
just a few weeks earlier she had been a rather prim and socially shy
virgin. Although at the office she remained relatively conservative, when
she accompanied Gavin to bars and parties her outfits became rapidly
risqué. Skirts shortened to mid thigh.  Matronly bras were replaced by
flimsy garments that did no more than provide under-support, and were worn
under short strappy tops.

   Six months after their first date, Gavin asked Dawn to marry him,
telling her that he'd love to see her pregnant with his child.

   "It'll make me even fatter", she wailed, but in truth she was thrilled.
She had often felt that her broad hips and enormous tits were meant to
produce and to feed babies ... lots of them.

   Three months later they were married, and Dawn threw her pills away. 
But six months, then twelve months passed, and her periods returned as
regular as clockwork every month.

   Her gynaecologist could find no real problem, and suggested that Gavin
should have a sperm test.  But then Gavin told her his great secret.  Three
years before they had met, he had had a fling with a 15 year old
schoolgirl, and had gotten her pregnant after just one burst condom.  Her
parents had threatened to lay criminal charges, and had only withdrawn the
threat when he agreed to pay for her abortion and recuperation, and never
to see her again.  It had taken his life savings, and he was still cut up
over the lost child.

   So there could be no problem with his fertility!  Dawn was devastated!
Gavin comforted her, assuring her that she was still a very sexy woman, and
that all his friends lusted after her.  Perhaps she was designed to be a
"sports model"

   It was just as she was becoming reconciled to her barren state that
Dawn's experience with exhibitionism took a quantum step forward at one of
Gavin's poker games.

   Gavin and a group of his workmates had a weekly poker school, and about
once a month they met at the home of Dawn and Gavin.  Gavin encouraged her
to wear her most sexy outfits when she acted as hostess.  They both got
quite turned on by her being a sex object to his mates, such a different
role to that of IT project manager and a diversion from thoughts of her
inability to conceive.  Their sex after his friends had left was awesome.

   The talk amongst his mates was often rich in sexual innuendo, but Dawn
became used to this and giggled at the comments, especially as she tended
to have more to drink than she was used to.  Then after one of these
sessions, Gavin's boss Andy turned to him as he was leaving, saying: "So
Gavin ... When are you going to convince Dawn to allow you to play the
golden chip?"

   Dawn had no idea what this meant, but Gavin went red and muttered: "I
... I ... I haven't ... haven't .."

   Andy chuckled, clapped him on the shoulder and with a slight menace in
his voice: "I think it's about time.  Do it next time we're here".

   "What's all that about?" Dawn wanted to know as soon as their guests has
left.

   "You'll get mad with me if I tell you", Gavin gulped.

   "Try me!"

   "What happens at a lot of our games is that the host gets a free pile of
chips to play with.  But he also gets the `golden chip'.  He can play that
at any time, but usually only when he's getting low on regular chips.  The
golden chip covers all and every bet on that hand.  If he wins, he gets the
pot and his golden chip back.  But if he loses, then his wife or girlfriend
must strip off a major item of clothing before he gets another allowance of
chips and the golden chip back.  In fact, it is expected that she wear a
dress, not a skirt or pants with a top, so that she is immediately down to
bra and panties.  Of course", Gavin tried to explain, "that's not very
different to wearing a bikini."

   "What if he goes bust again?" Dawn wanted to know.

   Gavin gulped more loudly: "Th ..  The ... Then ... well, you know ..."

   Dawn, who was quite tipsy by now, giggled at his discomfiture.  "So you
want your wife to parade around in the nude for your mates?"

   Dawn hardly admitted it to herself, but she was quite turned on by the
thought of stripping in front of Gavin's friends.  So, somehow, by the time
of the next game at their house, both had accepted that they would play the
`golden chip' game.

   Dawn bought her most daring outfit ever for the evening, a very short
black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps, and with a low cut square front
that showed lot of cleavage.  She had to buy a strapless bra with good
under-support, and the one she found left the upper swells of her breasts
naked, with even the edges of her aureolae sticking out.  She wore lacy
black bikini panties, and completed her outfit high platform-heeled
sandals.

   Gavin's mates fawned over her, and found every excuse to help her with
snacks and drinks so that they could `accidentally' touch her.  Andy was
particularly forward, and boldly cupped her breasts from behind when he
caught her on her own in the kitchen.  To Dawn's surprise, she found
herself getting aroused and at what point needed to go change her panties
as they were so damp.  The innuendoes became ever more bold, and she even
joined in.

   For some time, however, it did seem that Dawn might not need to strip.
Gavin was doing well, and his pile of chips grew steadily.  Then followed
three hands in succession, in each of which he had a good hand, betted
rashly, and lost.  Then when he realized how much he had lost, he changed
to playing cautiously and his pile of chips bled away.  Just after 11pm, he
played his golden chip ... and lost, to cheers from his mates and their
chants of "Take it off, take it off!"

   Suddenly, Dawn was nervous, but knew that there was no backing out.  She
wanted to go to the bathroom, but the guys would have none of that.  She
had to strip there.  With trembling fingers, she undid the catch, pulled
down the zip, and stepped out of her dress to whistles and catcalls from
the men, as they took in her barely concealed DD-cup tits, and the dark
bush that was so evident between her legs, peeking out from the legs and
above the top of her flimsy panties.

   For two more hours, she served the men in this state of near-nudity and
found herself close to orgasmic in arousal, especially as hands wondered
across her legs and tits, some tweaking her nipples into hard points and
others slipping fingers into her juicy slit.

   As soon as the guests had left, Gavin ripped her panties off, threw her
on the couch and fucked her right there.  They both came almost
immediately. They fucked the night away.  Over the next week, they replayed
the events by having Dawn remain naked all evening, fantasizing about
guests looking at her, feeling her up or even fucking her as Terry watched.




   CHAPTER 2: Swanning Around

   Just the very next week, Dawn needed to go to a week-long conference in
Johannesburg (two hours flying from Cape Town).  On the Monday morning, she
was scheduled to give a talk on new systems which they had been developing
and wanted to market.  She had been well-coached on the presentation, but
her bosses urged her also to socialize with other delegates.  A few months
earlier, that might have been a frightening instruction, but she was now
much more relaxed.  Hilary was roped in to advise her on outfits for the
occasion.

   For the presentation, she wore a smart but relatively conservative
trouser suit, yet showing just a hint of cleavage.  She nearly lost her
cool five minutes before the start, however, when Enrico (her fantasy
figure from undergraduate days) came in and sat near the front.  She saw
him look her over with interest, but clearly without recognition.  She was
using her married name which he would not have recognized.

   In the end the presentation went well.  Once she got going, she found
she enjoyed being a centre of attention.

   The next hurdle was the formal reception that evening, and she wore the
black cocktail dress from the poker party.  Dawn, almost to her surprise,
found herself the centre of attention almost immediately.  But her heart
skipped a beat as she saw Enrico striding towards her.

   "Hi", he said.  "I'm Enrico.  I attended your talk this morning and was
really impressed." But his eyes betrayed that his real interest was in her
tits.

   "You don't remember me then?" she asked sweetly.

   His eyes met hers, but still showed no recognition.

   "I was Dawn W!"

   His jaw dropped.  "Good god!  Plain fat Dawn in the baggy sweats?!  It
can't be!  Oh hell, sorry, that was rude of me, but, but, ... you're so ...
so ... so sexy!"

   He hung around her for most of the evening.  They joined a group of six
for dinner, after which he walked her back to her hotel room.

   As she opened her door, he stood with his hand on her arm.  "I don't
suppose that I can offer you a nightcap from your own minibar?"

   She was transported back to her undergraduate fantasies.  "I'm a married
woman!"

   "I won't tell if you don't".

   She let him in.  They sat on the couch drinking.  His arm went round
her. She didn't protest.  A hand slipped down on to her breast.  Still no
protest.  His other hand felt her knee.  He pulled her towards him and they
kissed.



   Dawn was fighting her own desires and emotions.  She was playing with
fire she knew.  But she wanted to rip her clothes off as she had done at
the poker party ... to see the same lust in Enrico's eyes as she had seen
in those of the other men at the party.  She let her lips part and the kiss
became more intense.

   His hands found the zip at the back of her dress, and she felt the
garment go slack.  She shrugged her shoulders, and the top fell down to her
waist.  The bra came loose and dropped to the floor.

   Enrico weighed both luscious orbs in his hands, muttering that they were
"magnificent, beautiful".

   His head came down and suckled on a tit, while his hand played with the
other breast.  Dawn moaned her ecstatic pleasure, and cradled his head in
her arms.  The intervening years fell away and she was back in her
undergraduate fantasies, except that this was no fantasy ...  it was
happening for real.  She forgot that back home she had a loving husband ...
she was living for the moment.

   His fingers slipped under her flimsy panties, and found her button.  She
pushed hard against his hand to extract maximum pleasure.  Her hand dropped
to his crotch to feel his rigid manhood, and was only vaguely surprised to
find the zip undone and to feel the soft warm penile flesh which she
lovingly massaged, realizing in some amazement that it was at least 50%
bigger than Gavin's in all dimensions.  His fingers frantically rubbed her
clit and probed her hole, as their tongues explored each others' mouths. 
He pulled at her panties to get better access and they ripped right through
the crotch.

   He stood, pulled her to her feet, and threw her down on to the bed,
quickly ripping off his own clothes before joining her.  She pulled her
tattered panties off and dropped them on the floor, so that when he fell
down on her it was naked flesh to naked flesh.  In the far recesses of her
mind, Dawn distantly realized that she was about to commit adultery, to
violate her marriage vows, but in her passion she couldn't care.  She just
had to have this man, about whom she had fantasized over many years,
penetrating her, filling her vagina more than ever before, in a primeval
mating urge.

   His organ found her hole and was instantly deeply buried.  She wrapped
her strong legs around his backside and held him tightly inside, while her
hand reached underneath to squeeze his dangling balls.  They humped wildly
against each other like rutting animals.  Guests walking down the corridor
outside of her room would have had no doubt as to what was happening as
they both gave vent to their passions.

   She felt him tense, and sensed rather than felt the warm seed filling
her womb as she reached yet another screaming climax that evening.

   They collapsed in exhaustion, and lay side by side in companionable
silence for a while before he got up to get another drink.  They sat on the
edge of the bed as they drained to the drinks, and resumed feeling each
other up while passionately French-kissing.  Together they fell back across
the bed.

   His lips worked down from her mouth, across her neck and across her
tits. He alternated for a while between the two nipples, before continuing
south to the V between her legs.

   "I just love a naturally hairy muff", he muttered, parting the curly
strands while seeking the juicy fragrant gash underneath.  He had moved so
that his semi-rigid cock was waving near her face.  She closed her hands
around it and drew it into her mouth.  She sucked on the head of his cock
like a lollipop, one hand gripping the shaft and the other fondling his
balls.  His member rapidly regained full erection.

   He rolled Dawn over on to her front, and nudged her to kneel on her
knees with her ass in the air.  He knelt behind her, and mounted her like a
dog taking a bitch in heat.  She shrieked her pleasure and pushed back to
meet his thrusts.  He reached underneath her and felt for those luscious
tits hanging down almost to touch the bed, and began a milking action on
her nipples.

   The sensations of Enrico's organ stimulating every part of her pussy
deep down to the mouth of her womb, together with those of his fingers
working her teats, drove Dawn to a series of sharper and stronger climaxes
than she had even experienced with Gavin.  She wished with all her heart
that this would go on forever, and she muttered to him: "Oh God ... that's
soooooo good ....  Oh please keep fucking me ... don't ever stop .....  I
wished so often for this at university, but never knew how good it could it
could be .....  Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me ... I'll be your whore
whenever you want."

   As he had come not long before, Enrico lasted a full 30 minutes, before
exploding again into her womb, coinciding with her last and most
exhilarating orgasm.

   This time they just rolled apart, turned off the lights and fell into a
deep sleep.  As he drifted away, Dawn's last thought was "I don't care if
it's adultery, I am going to need big cocks again and again and again".

   Sometime in the early hours of the morning, she felt him sucking on her
tits.  Still three-quarters asleep, she rolled on to her back, spread her
legs and welcomed him back inside of her.  The next morning she woke first,
and when she discovered his hard on, sat astride him and fucked herself on
his morning erection, waking him up to the sight of her DDs bouncing in
front of his eyes.

   For the rest of the week, they slept together every night, and still
found the need to break away during the day for a quickie.

   He told her that he visited Cape Town about twice a month for a couple
of days at a time, and they agreed to meet up regularly.  She wasn't sure
how she would manage to get away, but knew that she would find a way
whatever the risks.  She was becoming addicted to sex and sex and sex!

   On the plane going home on the Friday, she felt some guilt and even some
sadness for Gavin ... was she ever again to be satisfied with him.  She
resolved to give Gavin as much as she could over the weekend to make up. 
Unfortunately, her rather heavy period arrived with the first welcome-home
fuck, and that was it!  She did recall later how she felt relieved at the
time that her period had not interfered with the illicit sex of the past
week.

   - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

   During the next few days, Gavin spoke often about the poker party, and
of how turned on his mates had been.  She noticed that he would get a
hard-on when speaking of it, and she realized: "My God, he gets turned on
by my exposing myself to his friends, and letting them feel me up!  What
would he do if I actually fucked them?  Maybe in front of him?" Her pussy
tingled in excitement at the thought.

   On the next Thursday evening, Gavin told her that the host for the poker
party scheduled for the next evening had dropped out, and that Andy had
asked whether they could meet at their house again.  With a shiver of
anticipation down her spine, Dawn agreed.

   In preparation for the evening, she bought a red novelty bra that only
supported the lower third of her boobs, and otherwise just framed her tits
by a thin strap.  Her nipples were completely uncovered.  She also bought
the most skimpy lacy g-string panties she could find.  She wore the new
underwear under a light sundress, and wore even higher heeled sandals than
on the previous occasion.

   Dawn was an instant hit.  All the guys fawned over her, while Andy
kissed her openly and open-mouthed in front of the whole party.  A little
later he caught her on her own in the kitchen, and as he kissed her again
he ran his hand up under her skirt to fondle her buttocks.  He noticed her
miniscule panties and muttered with a sly smile: "I hope we'll be seeing
these real soon!  Does Gavin know what you're not wearing?"

   She blushed and stammered, but managed to convey that Gavin had indeed
not seen her underwear.

   This night, Gavin ran into some immediate bad luck, and then seemed to
play rather nervously.  In hardly more than an hour, he played the golden
chip and lost!  Gavin nearly fell of his seat when her dress came off. 
There she stood with her tits on open display, and even her pussy lips
hardly obscured.  At least half her bush was uncovered.  Dawn noticed the
bulge in Gavin's trousers as well as those of most of the other players,
and was aroused to almost orgasmic levels at exposing herself in this way.

   She spent the rest of the evening in this aroused state.  Hands openly
grabbed her naked breasts, while fingers probed her slit.  Whenever she
went to the kitchen, one or other of Gavin's workmates came with her, and
she would submit to open-mouthed kisses with lots of tongue as her tits
were fondled and mauled.  Her hands were encouraged to rub rock-hard
erections, and at least two of the guys came in their pants!

   When the party broke up, Dawn was forced to walk out to the street in
her virtually nude state to greet each man as he left.  Once all were gone,
Gavin again threw her down on the couch and almost raped her with a fury
and passion she had not experienced with him before.

   - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Early the next morning, they were
engaged in some heavy petting as foreplay, when the phone rang.  Gavin
answered, and was clearly displeased.

   "I've been called to an out-of-town client who has a problem", he
explained.  "I must go immediately, and probably won't be back till late
this afternoon".

   Dawn was also annoyed.  She needed some heavy fucking, as she was still
on a high from the previous night.  After Gavin left, she lay naked on the
bed and masturbated herself, but it just wasn't the same as the real thing.
Then the doorbell rang.

   Cursing softly, Dawn wrapped a thin dressing gown around her naked body,
and went to answer the door.  To her surprise it was Andy.

   "Gavin's not here", she told him.

   "I know!  Who do you think organized his call out?"

   "You bastard!  What did you do that for?  Wasn't there anyone else
available?"

   "I wanted to get to know this hot little slut here much better.  Don't
deny it!  You enjoyed exposing yourself to us, and it was only some weak
hang-over from your conventional upbringing that stopped you from fucking
us there and then.  Well now we're on our own!"

   Andy took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom.  She made no
protest as he slipped the gown off her shoulders, letting it drop to the
floor.  He gently pushed her down on the bed, kicked off his shoes and lay
down next to her.  Immediately, their tongues were wrestling as each sought
to such the other deep into their mouths.  Saliva ran down both chins, but
they hardly noticed.  Dawn pulled Andy's t-shirt over his head, and then
fumbled with his belt buckle to get it undone.

   Andy's lips worked down her neck and on to her luscious tits, sucking
the nipples to a full erection.  At the same time, he swung round to give
Dawn easier access to his trousers.  She quickly stripped him of the rest
of his garments, and was confronted his thick and rigid shaft.  They moved
round into a full 69 position side-by-side and she greedily sucked his
member into her mouth, running her tongue along the underside of his shaft.

   Andy parted the thick hair surrounding her pussy lips, and his lips
sought and found her button, which stood out like a little penis.  He
sucked on the little shaft and soon had her writhing on the bed and
screaming in ecstasy.

   It was Dawn who took the initiative.  She rolled him on to his back,
positioned herself astride him, took his erect member in hand and guided it
into her juicy hole.  She dropped down with her full weight to impale
herself deeply, luxuriating in that feeling of fullness that she was coming
to crave like a drug.

   With increasing intensity and energy, she bounced up and down on his
steel-hard prick, feeling every little ridge.  "Yes, Yes, oh God, I love to
be fucked ... I want you to fuck me as often as you want.  ....  Oh I wish
Gavin was watching, to see his slut wife doing it with his boss ... I wish
all the poker school guys could see".

   Dawn could hardly believe what was coming out of her mouth!  All her
repressed fantasies were emerging.  She realized that she was well on the
way to becoming a nymphomaniac ... that she was going to need sex from as
many men as possible.

   Not surprisingly, Andy did not last long!  Dawn felt him tensing and
thrust even harder at him as she felt the first spurts of his warm gooey
cum filling her womb.

   The collapsed and lay quietly side by side for a while, catching their
breaths.  "How long do you think Gavin will be gone?" Dawn asked him.

   Andy chuckled.  Don't worry, the client will keep him occupied for some
time, and will send a text message to my cell phone when he leaves.  You
don't have to worry.

   So naked, they went to the kitchen to find something to drink before
resuming their illicit activities.  As they sat and sipped, Andy commented:
"I've been wanting to promote Gavin to be field manager for out out-of-town
clients.  That would take him out of town for a few nights a week.  Would
that create a problem?"

   Dawn giggled: "I'm sure I can manage, and I'm sure you'll check up on
me! But could you organize for him to be out of town for next Wednesday and
Thursday nights?" (She had heard from Enrico on the previous day, giving
details of his next visit to Cape Town.)

   "That sounds interesting.  You aren't hinting that you have another
lover, are you?"

   She smiled: "That's for me to know".

   "But what do I get out of it?"

   "I'm sure we could get together for a while before I need to go out!"
Dawn could hardly believe herself.  She was effectively offering to have
sex with Andy in order to arrangee a night with Enrico!

   "I think we can organize something then", smiled Andy as he pulled her
towards him for a passionate kiss.

   During the next few hours, they fucked three more times in three
different rooms and in three different ways (with Andy coming twice more in
her pussy and once in her mouth, spilling down on to her tits).  His phone
beeped just as they climaxed for the third of these times, late in the
afternoon.  Gavin was on his way home.  Andy left, and Dawn had a shower to
remove the obvious traces of sex before her husband got home.

   Gavin had been re-living the previous night over and over again, and was
hot and eager.  So they fucked twice more that evening.  That night, Dawn
recalled that she had thus fucked no less than 6 times that day, with two
different men.  And she was planning to fuck both her extra-marital lovers
in the next few days.  She was becoming a slut, and she couldn't care.  The
thought of all these men desiring her body was almost intoxicating.

   - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - On Tuesday, Gavin told her of
his new position and that he'd be away from Wednesday to Friday.  Dawn
assured him that she'd miss him but would cope.

   On Wednesday, Enrico had a business dinner, so that they could only meet
at his hotel at about 10pm.  This gave Dawn time to spend a couple of hours
with Andy, during which they mated twice, before she went to meet Enrico.
She then spent the night with him as they relived their conference
activities.

   When she left the next morning, they agreed to meet at his hotel
restaurant for dinner that evening.

   Dawn dressed in her sexiest cocktail dress with a plunging neckline, and
was rather taken aback on entering the restaurant to see that there was
someone else seated with Enrico at the table.

   As she came to the table, Enrico stood up with a grin, and said "So do
you remember Jeff?".

   Dawn looked at his companion for the first time, and immediately
recognized him as another of their university class.  But Jeff looked
mystified.

   "Don't you remember Dawn?"

   "Noooo ... Dawn?  Oh my God, Dawn!!  ... But ... but ... but ... You're
... You're ...!"

   They had a good dinner, reminiscing about old times and laughing at the
memories.  Dawn enjoyed the talk, but she wanted more ... to get on to the
real reason for being there ... to get alone with Enrico and down to some
serious fucking.

   She was rather annoyed, therefore, when as they finished coffee, Enrico
said to both of them: "Let's go up to my room for some drinks".

   She had been drinking more than she had realized, and ended up hanging
on to the arms of both guys as they went to the room.  She sat herself on
the bed as Enrico raided the bar, and opened a bottle of champagne for her.

   Giving her the glass, Enrico sat beside her on the bed, while Jeff in
the armchair facing them.  Enrico put his arm round her, and she slightly
self-consciously leant into him.  Then she froze as his hand openly slid
down into her cleavage and under her bra.  She jumped as he tweaked her
sensitive nipple.

   The feeling was exciting, but she was very aware of Jeff watching in
fascination.

   "Hey ..." she protested!

   The hand massaged her tit and pinched the nipple again, and Enrico
laughed: "Don't worry darling, Jeff and I have shared our dates on many
occasions!"

   "WHAT?!  What do you mean??"

   "You're a very sexy, sensual woman.  A man has a built-in and rather
unfair performance constraint.  Once he climaxes, he can't do much for a
while.  Two guys with one girl makes a lot of sense.  Once the one guy has
come, she can turn to the other to continue her pleasuring.  And the sight
of that is so stimulating to the first guy, that he is ready again much
more quickly.  Everybody wins!"

   "I can't believe what I'm hearing" gasped Dawn (although she felt
excitement building in her belly).  "You want me to have sex with both of
you, in the presence of each other??"

   "You got it" said Enrico as he lowered the zip on her dress and pulling
it down off her shoulders.

   And so for the next two hours Dawn was sexually busy.  She orgasmed more
times than she would remember.  She felt used and abused, but found herself
aroused by that very fact.  She wanted to be the men's plaything.

   Enrico took her first missionary style, and she was conscious of Jeff
stroking his member as he watched them and that added to her arousal.  As
soon as Enrico was done, Jeff rolled her over and took her from behind as
Enrico pulled her head down to suck his juicy prick back to full erection.
After Jeff came deep in her pussy, he and Enrico simply switched ends.

   Once Jeff had come for a second time, they lay for a while on the bed,
with Dawn sandwiched between the two guys.  She soon felt their cocks
twitching back into life, as they stroked and caressed her body.  Jeff
pulled her over on top of him, and as she positioned herself astride his
loins, his prick slipped effortlessly in to the hilt, feeling the tip of
his cock deep inside her at the entrance to her womb.  She screamed again
in complete ecstatic abandonment.

   Then she gasped, as she felt fingers probing into her rectum.

   "What are you doing?" she shrieked.

   "Relax darling" came Enrico's voice.  "I'm just loosening you up and
getting some lubrication."

   Before the meaning of his words really penetrated her sex-befuddled
mind, his fingers were withdrawn, to be replaced by something harder and
fatter.

   "NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" she screamed, "not there!!"

   But it was too late.  The intruding cock popped through her resistance,
and Enrico was buried up her back passage.  He and Jeff set up a steady
rhythm ... they had clearly done this before.  Once Dawn became accustomed
to the double penetration, she was amazed at the pleasure it gave her.  All
her sensory organs seemed to be simultaneously stimulated, and she crashed
from one exhilarating climax to the next.  She set up a rocking motion with
her own hips, alternating between thrusting hard against each man in turn,
encouraging them to penetrate ever deeper, until both with fully buried.

   Then she felt them stiffen at virtually the same time, and the ensuing
spasms signalled that both her womb and bowels were simultaneously being
flooded by their semen.

   Shortly thereafter Jeff left.  It turned out that he was married and had
to get home to his wife!  A little later Gavin called her on her cell
phone. She told him that she was having drinks with a few friends, and that
yes she would behave herself.  During the entire conversation, Enrico was
kissing her neck and fondling her breasts, making concentration difficult.
She stayed the night and they coupled twice more before the slipped out
early to go home to change.



   CHAPTER 3: Pregnant Slut to MILF

   And this became Dawn's life for the next 6 or 7 weeks!  She met up with
Jeff and Andy at least twice a week for a quick or slow fuck depending on
circumstances.  Enrico reappeared three times over that period, and this
almost inevitably involved a threesome with Jeff.

   During the next poker game at their place, Dawn was totally naked within
a couple of hours.  Gavin had to play his golden chip later again, and lost
to Andy.  As she had nothing left to strip, Andy declared that she would
have to take him to her room for 20 minutes.  Gavin looked most
uncomfortable, but Dawn (rather drunk by now) giggled and took Andy by the
hand, leading him to her room where she closed the door.  Andy threw her on
the bed and mounted her with little or no preliminaries.  She wrapped her
legs around him, grabbed his balls with her hand, and urged him to come
quickly.  --- He did!

   Later that night, Gavin tried to find out what had happened, but with a
drunken giggle all she would say was: "That's for me to know, and for you
to guess".

   Gavin, in fact, was very happy at this time.  Although he was frequently
away, Dawn was extremely passionate when he returned, and seemed to get
increasingly inventive, even encouraging him to fuck her ass and to come
all over her tits ... he couldn't think where she got to hear of some of
the things she initiated!

   Dawn had never felt so relaxed, fulfilled and desirable in her life, and
lived from one fuck to the next.  The weeks slipped by, and she completely
overlooked the fact that her usually very punctual monthly visitor was very
late.

   Then, over a few days, she started feeling rather nauseous in the
mornings.  She wondered what she had eaten.  One such morning, she was
hardly at work, when she had to rush to the ladies' room to part with her
breakfast.  She emerged, looking rather pale and unhappy, and bumped into
Hilary.

   "Good god, girl, what's wrong with you?  You look like death warmed up"

   "I must have eaten something as the last few mornings I just haven't
been able to keep my breakfast down."

   Dawn might not have recognized the symptoms, but Hilary certainly did.
"Are you pregnant", she burst out.

   Dawn started with an ironic laugh: "No, that I can't ...".  And then her
voice tailed off.  "Oh my God", she almost whispered.  She suddenly
realized that over the last 7 weeks she had had repeated unprotected sex
with at least four men.  Previously she had only made love to Gavin, and
had only his conjecture that she was infertile.  But what if it was Gavin
who was shooting blanks?

   Her silence and the look on her face thrilled Hilary.  "Oh boy ... I
sense a real juicy story here, which I must hear!"

   She dragged Dawn out to a coffee shop outside the building, and soon had
Dawn telling her the whole story of their inability to have a baby, but her
new experiences over the past weeks.

   Hilary was delighted, and almost clapped her hands.  "I love it!  I love
hoodwinking men!  It seems that Gavin has been cuckolded twice - first by
the 15 year old, who probably wanted to prevent her boyfriend getting into
trouble, and then by you.  But let's just do a confirmatory test".

   A visit to the local pharmacy and then to the ladies room left
absolutely no doubt.  Dawn was having her baby at last!

   In one sense, Dawn was thrilled - after all that's what she had wanted.
But how was she going to tell Gavin?

   "Just do the usual - like `darling we're going to hear the pitter patter
of little feet'" advised Hilary.

   And so Dawn told him that evening.

   He was thrilled, and even had a ready explanation.

   "You've come out of your shell so much over the last two months, and
have been so much less inhibited about sex, that you've probably had a
hormone rush that released your egg!"

   "You may be right" she concurred meekly.

   "I know I am!"

   After the brief morning sickness episode, Dawn really blossomed and
flourished in her pregnancy.  Her skin glowed.  She felt great, even as her
tummy started to show.

   Gavin was not slow in broadcasting the news, so that Andy soon knew.

   "So whose baby is it?" he asked when they next slept together.

   "I know it sounds dreadful, but I don't know.  There are at least 4
candidates if I include Gavin."

   Andy laughed.  "If Gavin couldn't knock you up earlier, I think you can
rule him out!"

   Enrico and Jeff only realized her state when it started to show.  Jeff
was fascinated and wanted to feel the belly that might contain his child.
Enrico, however, seemed taken aback, and gradually he drifted out of her
life.  And in truth she was not devastated ... she had begun to find him
rather self-centred and boring; and Andy and Jeff were more than enough to
keep her satisfied on a regular basis.

   The poker school nights became increasingly adventurous.  The guys were
fascinated by her developing pregnancy, and by the fourth month, at Andy's
urging, she dropped all pretence and entertained them totally nude from the
start, somewhat to Gavin's dismay.  The prize to the winner of any golden
chip was 20 minutes with Dawn in the bedroom.  Some of the guys did no more
than kiss or fondle her, but two others besides Andy went all the way.

   - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Nine months later and Dawn
delivered a bouncing little girl with minimum fuss, whom they named Andrea.
Gavin was thrilled with his little daughter and shared in all the chores.
Andy had him transferred to a more local assignment so that he did not need
to go away as often, and could help look after the baby.

   Dawn found abstinence from sex over the first 6 weeks to be extremely
frustrating, even though Andy and Jeff found times to visit while Gavin was
at work and enjoyed passionate petting sessions while the baby slept.  They
all tasted her milk during this time!

   At her six-week check-up, she spoke to the doctor about birth control,
and he advised a diaphragm.  She got two just to be careful, keeping one at
home and the other in her handbag.  (Gavin did not know of the latter!)

   Lust will find a way!  Andy and Jeff found opportunities to fuck with
her at least once a week.  Jeff would wait until the baby was asleep, but
Andy had no such hang-ups ... he happily made love to her while she was
nursing the baby at her breast, even suckling on the one tit while the baby
had the other.  Dawn had so much milk in her breasts which were by now
larger than ever before that the baby never went without.

   And then Gavin found out!

   He was at home one afternoon when she returned from taking Andrea to the
clinic for her latest shots.  She dropped all her bags and went to put
Andrea down.  Gavin idly looked through the medical record card ... and
then froze.  Something's wrong here, surely?  Andrea's blood group was A,
while he and Dawn were O.  Surely, that's not possible?

   Gavin said nothing then, but the next day went quietly to a fertility
clinic to have a sperm count done.  Another day later and he had the report
... he was totally infertile!  Gavin left work early, but Dawn was out with
the baby when he reached home, and he paced the house for an hour before
she arrived.  He waited for her to settle Andrea down to sleep again, and
then confronted her waving the sperm count report in his hand.

   "You... You ... You slut!  You whoring adulterous slut!  ... You ... You
... You ...!!!"

   Dawn was taken aback.  What had Gavin found out?  She experienced a
mixture of emotions ... fear, guilt and anger.

   "What are you on about?  What are you waving in my face?"

   Gavin was now nearly in tears.  "This is a sperm count report.  I can't
father children ever.  The clinic says it must have resulted from a boyhood
accident.  So you must have been whoring around to have had a baby, you
shameless, worthless hussy, slut, harlot ..."

   In a way, Dawn was almost relieved that the crisis had come, but anger
and annoyance at his attitude and words took control of her actions.  She
was taller than Gavin, and stood up to him pushing him repeatedly on the
chest forcing him to stagger backwards as she responded.

   "Who do you think you are calling a slut?  [Push].  Who got his jollies
by parading his nude wife to his mates?  [Push] Is it my fault you were too
useless to give me the baby I wanted?  [Push] Can you blame other men for
taking their opportunities when you exposed me to them?  [Push] Can you
blame me for enjoying penetration of man-sized cocks rather than your
little willy that hardly touches sides?  [Push ... Push]"

   And with the last push, Gavin fell backwards on to the sofa as Dawn
towered over him.  Suddenly she realized that his anger had turned to
arousal, and that his penis was as rigid as it had ever been, making an
obvious tent as it strained against his trousers.  She grabbed at his
erection and giggled.

   "Look at this!  For all your bluster, you get turned by thinking of your
wife spreading her legs for your mates and other men!"

   She waggled his prick and he came in his pants.

   Dawn laughed: "That's what I really call premature ejaculation!  Well,
you've had your satisfaction, you'll have to satisfy me now!"

   She lifted her skirt, shimmied out of her panties, and knelt astride him
on the sofa, pushing her pussy into his face.

   "Suck, you wimpish cuckold, suck.  Bring me off before you clean
yourself.  ... Of course, you don't know when my last lover left his
deposit up there.  Perhaps it's still there.  Suck you bastard suck!"

   Gavin was by this time completely dominated.  He buried his face between
those luscious thighs and wrapped his arms round her bottom, pulling her
pussy tight against his face.  He alternated between probing her slit with
his tongue and sucking on her quite prominent clit.  He was good at this
role, and soon she reached her own climax.

   Once she had recovered, she told him: "You may not be Andrea's
biological father, but you are and will continue to be her daddy, and you
will share responsibility for looking after her.  I am not going to stop
sleeping around with my lovers, so you'll have to care for Andrea while I'm
out.  You understand that, don't you?"

   Gavin nodded, and Dawn continued:

   "Also, you don't want me to get pregnant again too soon, do you?  That
would give you another baby to look after.  So you'll have to ensure that
my diaphragm is properly inserted when I go out.  And when I get back,
you'll have to take it out, and clean it.  And I'll expect you to clean and
soothe my used pussy with your mouth before I let you relieve yourself in
it."

   "Yes, dear", muttered Gavin meekly, now completely browbeaten and
henpecked.

   - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Gavin soon accepted his role as
cuckold husband and baby-minder.  Andy and Jeff openly came to the house to
pick up Dawn, and delivered her back dishevelled and with cum leaking out
of her pussy which Gavin had to lick up.  Only then would Dawn perhaps
allow him a fuck; although sometimes she would tell him to wank himself
over her ... but then he had to clean that up too.

   When Andrea was 4 months old, Dawn returned to work on a flexitime
basis. Andrea was in a crèche a lot of the time, so that Dawn had plenty of
opportunities to spread her legs for Andy or Jeff.

   Back at the office, her friendship with Hilary intensified as they found
more in common and shared experiences.  Dawn's outfits became as
outrageously revealing as those of Hilary.  The two of them frequently
lunched or dined out with company directors and important clients,
inevitably finishing up in someone's hotel room.

   The golden chip bets at the poker evenings became openly and unashamedly
full-on sex sessions.  Dawn would take the winner by the hand, blow kisses
to the others, and lead him to the bedroom, closing the door behind them.
She would pull the lucky guy down on top of her on the bed, and nature took
its course.  She would return with obvious love-bites and semen trails down
her thighs

   By the time Andrea was a year old, Dawn had stopped breast-feeding and
was looking to experience new thrills.  As usual she confided in Hilary as
they shared sundowners.

   "I've become as much a slut as you!  But I'm an addict and I need
something more.  For example, on a few occasions I've had two guys at a
time, but I have never experienced a full-on gang-bang, and I'd love to try
that.  Any ideas about how I could manage that without being sucked into
something I can't escape?" she asked.

   Hilary giggled.  "I had a great time one year on an `adult cruise'.  I
think I fucked every man on board, but when it was over we all went our own
way.  You've just had a big bonus from your last project and you have leave
due to you ... why not take hubby on a Caribbean cruise and rub his face in
your infidelity ... literally!"

   "Wow" breathed Dawn.  "That sounds fabulous!" And then a further thought
struck her.  "Why don't I get pregnant again at the same time ... I'm
getting broody again.  Having a baby from a totally unknown father is such
a turn-on!"

   "That's my girl" applauded Hilary.

   Together they scanned the internet and found an 8-night cruise that
fitted the bill.  Gavin was quite excited when Dawn told him; he suspected
that she would use the opportunity to fuck around, but he never dreamt of
what she had in mind.  Dawn's parents were happy to look after the baby, so
they were all set up.

   Dawn had one small worry which she shared with Hilary: "How can I be
sure I'll be ovulating during the cruise?  I really want to carry this
pregnancy bit through".

   Hilary, as usual, had the answer!  She introduced Dawn to a doctor
friend of hers, who prescribed a pill to bring on Dawn's period about 10-12
days before the start if the cruise, and a mild fertility drug to encourage
ovulation.



   CHAPTER 4: Fertile Cruise

   And so, just 6 weeks after the idea had been formed, Dawn and Gavin flew
out from Cape Town via London to Fort Lauderdale, Florida.  They arrived
the day before sailing, and spent the night in a hotel to catch up on
jet-lag.  It was there that Dawn hinted to Gavin what he might expect!

   "I've been a very forgetful girl", she confessed.  "I forgot to bring my
diaphragm or any panties!"

   "Wha... Wha... What are you saying?" For a fleeting moment, Gavin
wondered whether this would be a second honeymoon.  "Does that mean you
won't be able to ... to ... to have have sex with other men during the
cruise?"

   Even as he asked, Gavin knew the question was rhetorical, and his prick
stiffened as she replied with a giggle: "No way!  You know that I need many
men, lots of cocks.  All it means is that in about nine months time you'll
have another baby, or babies, to look after.  Also, I know you've been
longing to see me spreading my legs for other guys, and over this cruise
you'll have plenty of opportunity to watch and observe."

   Languidly, she lay back on the bed and spread her legs displaying her
naked pussy beneath her loose short skirt.  "This pussy may be rather
occupied over the next week, so you should perhaps make use of the
opportunity to have sole use for tonight at least." Gavin did!

   Early the next afternoon, they boarded to liner.  They sailed at 5pm,
and an hour later there was a welcome cocktail party.  Dawn wore an
ultra-short skirt with slits so high up the side that it was little more
than two panels of material front and back.  Her strappy crop-top hardly
covered her tits, which were supported by a half-cup bra that left her
nipples on open display if she bent over ... which she did often.

   Although other women were also scantily clad, there was only one other
who rivalled Dawn's level of exposure.  This was a petite blonde, who
looked in her late thirties (but they later found she was 45), accompanied
by a distinguished grey-haired man in his late 50s.  Her top was almost
non-existent ... just two triangles of material covering her tits, held by
a halter neck strap, and two thin straps round the back.  She wore a long
skirt of diaphanous material, but spit up the front so that her thighs
showed through as she walked.

   Dawn and Gavin soon drifted towards the blonde and her partner, whose
names they found to be Sally and George.  It was Sally who broke the ice:
"Dawn, darling, most of the women on this `adult' cruise are looking to
attract a romantic liaison.  Looks like just you and me who want to exploit
the male desire to mate as often as possible, without commitment.  If we
cooperate rather than compete, we'll do very well." Dawn agreed.

   Sally explained further: "Dear George does not easily get a good
hard-on, and gets more out of wanking his little willy while watching me
screwing other guys.  Can Gavin cope with seeing you in action?" The
excited aroused look on Gavin's face was answer enough.  Dawn noticed that
George was also clearly turned on by the humiliation of Sally's
explanation.

   At dinner, the four of them were joined at the table by four other men.
Talk was openly sexual, and the men were treated to plenty of flashes of
two sets of tits and nipples.

   Sally and George invited the group down to their cabin for drinks.  As
they left the dining room, Sally removed her top and threw it to her
husband.  Dawn immediately followed her example, removing her top and bra,
so that they walked topless with the group of six men along the corridors,
each linking their arms with two of the other men and smiling at
passers-by.

   Their cabin turned out to be one of the largest on the ship, and
included two king-sized beds.  Sally and Dawn quickly stripped off their
skirts and dropped on to the beds pulling their two partners down with
them. George and Gavin were left to find drinks for all before seating
themselves alongside the beds to watch the show.

   Sally pulled her two partners to nurse at each breast as she sipped her
drink.  She moved their hands to her crotch, encouraging them to fondle her
pussy and clit.  She closed her eyes in bliss.  Dawn copied her example,
and was quickly aroused by the multiple stimulations on nipples and pubic
area.

   As soon as Dawn had downed her drink, she spread her legs wide, and
pulled one of the two men between them to plunge into her without further
ado.  The other man positioned himself at her head and fed her his cock
which she quickly swallowed with a contented moan.

   Out of the corner of her eye, Dawn noticed that Sally had adopted much
the same position, and that George had his pants down, wanking on his
semi-hard prick as he watched his wife noisily fucking.

   At first, Gavin just rubbed himself through his clothing, unable to
bring himself to the level of George's humiliation.

   Dawn thrust hard against the man fucking her so that their pelvic bones
ground together.  She felt his swollen penis stimulating every part of her
vagina, G-spot and cervical mouth and the screams of her first orgasm rang
through the cabin.  At the same time, she tried hard not to over-stimulate
the cock filling her mouth, as her goal was to get as many loads as
possible into her fertile womb.

   Then with a roar, the guy fucking Dawn's pussy came, pumping loads of
gooey sperm into her waiting womb.  As soon as he was done, his friend
moved from Dawn's face and slammed his even larger erection into her juicy
cunt, which gave her an almost instantaneous climax.

   At this point, Gavin's arousal outweighed his humiliation, and he
extracted his cock from its confinement and wanked in time to the guy
thrusting between his wife's widely and obscenely spread legs.

   On the other bed, the two men came in unison together with Sally's
climactic screams which probably woke the rest of the ship.  There would be
no doubt as to what was happening in this cabin!

   Shortly afterwards, Dawn got her second generous helping of sperm for
the night.  As she came down from her orgasmic high, she looked to the
other bed to see Sally gesturing to her husband.  Her face was covered with
man cream at this stage, but she forced George to French-kiss her as he
continued to wank himself to climax which he shot over her stomach.  This
she forced him to lick up!

   Not to be outdone, Dawn called Gavin over and pulled his face between
her cum-leaking thighs, so both lick her clean and bring her to another
exhilarating climax.

   Once they were all done, it was time for another round of drinks served
by George and Gavin.  The other four men swapped beds, and the two girls
lazily played with their still juicy cocks while they downed the drinks, so
that by the time they were finished, four hard cocks were available again.

   Sally pushed one of the guys down on to the bed and mounted him cowboy
style, raising her butt as high as possible with the anal opening clearly
visible.  She signalled something to George, who grabbed a tube of KY jelly
from a dresser and started lubricating her back passage with his fingers.
When she was nicely loose and oiled, George stood back and offered his
wife's anus to the other man on her bed.  He wasted no time in buying
himself in the inviting hole and the two men set up a steady rhythm of
thrusts.

   Dawn quickly followed Sally's example with the other two guys, getting
Gavin to lubricate her shitter.  As she passed through her first climax,
she looked up to see George watching her rather than Sally.  She smiled and
gestured to him to kneel on the bed in front of her.  She took his penis
into her mouth and fondled the balls with her hands while still exulting in
the feel of two larger cocks thrusting in and out of her two holes.

   Sally saw what Dawn had done, and with a giggle called Gavin across to
give him the same treatment.

   As all the men had come not much earlier, the three-way fucking on each
bed continued for quite some time without anyone tiring, and giving the
girls multiple orgasms.  But nothing lasts for ever, and eventually at much
the same time, all six loads of cum were deposited into their respective
holes.

   By this time, the girls were exhausted and collapsed into a deep sleep.
One of the men from each bed changed across, so that the two girls were now
sandwiched between a different pairing of men.  George and Gavin left and
went to sleep in Dawn and Gavin's cabin.

   During the night, Sally and Dawn woke at various times, each to fuck all
four men again.  Sally took two loads in her mouth, but Dawn captured all
four into her willing womb.

   * * * * * * * * * * *

   They slept late the next morning, missing the ship's arrival at the next
port.  They staggered out at noon to look around and nearly missed the
ship's sailing at 5pm.  After supper they went to the bar where they
stripped off their tops, gathering an admiring crowd of men.  The night
went much as the previous.  One of their four guys had dropped out, having
formed a romantic liaison with another woman, but they gathered two other
guys, so there were five of them in the cabin, so that George and Gavin did
not even get blow jobs ... they had to make do with wanking to the visions
of their wives continual fucking.

   The following day was a long cruise at sea, and Sally and Dawn spent
most of the time at the swimming pool on board ... in the nude, totally, to
the evident annoyance of many of the women.  Even larger numbers of men
gathered around them, some of whom also stripped naked to lie in the sun.
The girls were continually supplied with drinks and by mid afternoon were
pretty tipsy and giggly, frequently touching and fondling the cocks on
display around them.

   Then suddenly, a tall dark-skinned guy (who had not been with them on
either evening) jumped up and said: "I can't stand it any more.  I've got
to fuck one of these sluts or burst".

   He chose Dawn, positioned himself between her legs and with no further
preliminaries thrust himself deep into her gaping cunt.  She squealed
loudly, but did not object.  In fact she was massively turned on by fucking
in the open with a cheering audience, and quickly her squeals turned into
orgasmic groans and screams.

   Sally encouraged another one of the guys to enter her as well.  Other
guests on the cruise heard the noise and saw the group of men cheering, and
of course in curiosity came to look.

   "Oh my god, they're fucking right out here in the open.  It's absolutely
disgusting.  They should be thrown off the ship at the next port", Dawn
heard one female voice exclaim.  This had the effect of arousing her even
further, and she spread her legs even wider so that anyone could see the
dark-skinned cock pumping in and out of her plump cunt.  She played with
her own nipples to increase the feelings of arousal and came again and
again.

   On the lounger next to her, Sally was doing much the same.

   As all four reached climax, other guys wanted to take their turn in
those willing pussies.  But one of the ship's officers broke through the
crowd and sternly said: "Ladies, sorry.  This may be an `adult' cruise, but
we have to set some limits in respect to the majority of our guests who are
complaining at your display.  Please take yourselves to a private cabin".

   Without bothering to dress, Dawn and Sally returned to their own cabins.
Four guys went with Dawn (she was not sure what had happened with Sally),
and an orgy of fucking and sucking followed for the next two hours, after
which she slept and missed supper.

   * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

   The following evening, while they were relaxing in the ship's bar after
a day on shore at one of the islands, the head barman, a large
ebony-skinned West Indian man called Earl, brought a tray with two fancy
cocktails to Sally and Dawn.

   "On the house", he explained.  "I have watched you ladies, and know that
you are uninhibited and adventurous.  So I have a proposition that might
interest you".

   "What's that?" asked Sally accepting the drink.

   "Tomorrow we spend all day at my home island and town, and I get the day
off.  My male family members and friends look to me to find one or two
fun-loving white ladies who'd like to spend the day partying.  We can make
it an unforgettable experience for ladies with no hang-ups or inhibitions.
So are you ladies game to come with me tomorrow?"

   Sally and Dawn looked at each other, giggled, and simultaneously
answered "you're on".  Dawn quickly calculated that the following day could
well be the peak of her fertility cycle, so that the partying could well
when her egg or eggs became fertilized.

   And so at 8.30am the next morning, Dawn and Sally, dressed in simple
sundresses and accompanied by Gavin and George, met Earl at the stretch
limo parked on the quayside.  Earl opened the door to reveal another large
and very black man whose glistening white teeth smiled a welcome at them.
He was introduced as Earl's cousin Brian.

   But before they could enter the vehicle, Earl told them: "Take off your
dresses and sandals and leave them with your men.  They'll only get in the
way and probably ruined in the process."

   Sally and Dawn quickly stripped right there on the quayside in full view
of passers by, including fellow passengers.  Neither wore any underwear,
and so were instantly naked.  They dumped their dresses and sandals in the
men's arms, kissed them on their cheeks, and climbed into the limo.

   As they drove off, Earl and Brian pulled Sally and Dawn on to their laps
and started French-kissing them while fondling tits and thighs, and
fingering their slits.  By the time they reached their destination after
about 40 minutes driving, the two girls were so aroused they would have
fucked a horse.

   They had stopped outside an old sugar plantation owner's mansion, but
clearly unoccupied, pretty run down and in need of repair.

   They were led inside to a room almost bare of furnishing except for two
piles of stained mattresses.  Standing around were 15-20 black men of all
ages, from teens up to about 60.  Many were already naked.

   Sally and Dawn were led to the mattresses, where they lay down spreading
their legs.  The men started drawing coloured tags from a big bag.  The
four colours apparently gave a right to mouth or pussy of either girl, and
quickly four queues formed.  The first in each pussy queue wasted no time
in slamming stiff pricks into the girls' horny cunts.

   Dawn had to widen her legs to make space for the amazingly thick cock of
one of the older men, and then wrapped her legs round him to pull their
pubic bones together as her partner set up a rhythmic thrusting.

   Only then could she turn her attention to the coal black penis
impatiently rubbing against her lips.  She opened her mouth and sucked it
in as deeply as she could without gagging, while fondling the dangling
balls with her hands.  A thought passed her mind that she was going to be
wasting at least half the sperm being generated today by coming in her
mouth rather than in her fertile womb ... but she realized that there would
not be time to absorb all the offerings during the few hours available.

   The guy in her mouth came first, shooting some jizz down her throat, but
splashing some on her hair and face.  He was then pulled out of the way,
and another straining cock was demanding attention.

   She felt the organ in her pussy swelling and then delivering its cum in
10 or 12 bursts.  The owner of the organ pulled out at last and wiped his
dick on her thighs before he too was dragged out of the way for the next
guy who looked hardly more than 14!  Dawn was soon to discover that such a
young guy might not last long, but had plenty of energy so that she
climaxed round his member a couple of times.  Then when he came, it seemed
like gallons of sticky fluid flooding her insides.

   As each guy finished, he went to draw another coloured tag and joined
the end of the relevant queue.  The girls were going to have a busy few
hours!  Guys waiting in queue tended to wank while watching the action, so
that when their turn came, any one individual would not last long before
coming.  One or two guys even came all over the girls before even managing
to get cock between the lips at either end ... much to the amusement of
their mates!  But as there was always another cock to take the place of the
previous, the girls remained at a high level of stimulation and came
frequently with loud screams and obscene language.

   Large glasses of rum-laced fruit juice were kept at the girls' sides so
that they could quickly quench their thirst and rinse their mouths between
partners.  The only trouble was that they were soon quite tipsy.

   After an hour or so, both Dawn and Sally were desperate for a pee.  But
where should they go?  There were no functional toilets.  They were
directed to a corner of the room where the original flooring had broken
away and just a sand cover remained.  They had to squat over this area and
relieve themselves in full view of the men.  Some of the men stood next to
them and had a piss at the same time.  As the day wore on and this process
was repeated, the men sent their piss streams closer and closer to Dawn and
Sally, and eventually some of the spray splashed right over them.

   The day soon became a total blur to Dawn and Sally.  They were vaguely
aware of some coming and going of men, but could not keep track of who was
a new arrival.  They had five or six hours of continual filling of mouth
and pussy, apart the short breaks to have a drink or piss.  By that time
they were high on alcohol and the continuous sexual arousal.  Earl, Brian
and two other of the largest guys had to drag them back to the limo in
order to get them back to the ship in time.

   And so it was that Gavin and George were relieved to see the limo arrive
just ten minutes before sailing.  But when they opened the door, it was to
the sight of the wives lying back on the seats, legs high in the air, as
they were being screwed yet again by two of the largest of Earl's friends.

   George and Gavin had to help them get their dresses on, and to support
them walking up the gangplank just before it was raised ... in clear view
of their fellow travellers.

   Dawn and Sally showered and had a few hours sleep, but amazingly were
fresh and ready to go to the bar for a late snack and drink by 10pm ... and
were quite happy to chat up a few more men.

   * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * By this time, they were well known to
everyone, crew and guests, on the ship as sluts who would spread their legs
for any man who asked.  And many did!

   But all too soon, it was the last night of the cruise.  The ship had
picked up a punk rock group at the last port of call, and they were to put
on a late night adult show starting from 1030.  Dawn and Sally were there,
dressed in short sarongs wrapped round the waist (no panties, of course),
coming down to knee level but with a clear slit up one side, and very brief
halter-neck tops out of which Dawn's tits at least threatened to fall at
any moment.

   About an hour into the show, the leader of the group called for
attention and said: "My God, people, is this an `adult' party?  It's so
tame and conventional!  Do something outrageous.  Come on ladies, the first
three who throw away their tops for the night can get free drinks at the
bar on us!"

   Not surprisingly, Sally and Dawn were the first two to whip their tops
off and throw them into the crowd (although eventually two or three other
women did go topless).

   A little after midnight, the group leader asked for volunteers to come
on stage and do something that would shock the crowd.  Sally whispered
something in Dawn's ear and they climbed on to the stage.  They danced for
a few minutes, and then in unison undid their sarongs and threw them into
the audience, leaving them naked except for high-heeled sandals as they
continued to dance.

   Dawn backed herself towards the group leader, while still facing the
audience.

   As she came in contact with him, she suggestively rotated her bottom
against his crotch while bending slightly forward at the waist.  There were
gasps and shrieks from the audience.  The leader reached down and grasped
her one tit and fondled it, pinching on the nipple.  She looked across the
stage to see that Sally was performing more or less the same actions with
one of the other band members.

   The band leader announced to the audience through the mike he was still
holding: "Isn't she the ultimate slut?  She wants to do it with me and
doesn't care who knows or sees." He put the mike down and leaned over to
whisper in her ear: "You know that you can't back out now, don't you?  I'm
going to fuck you right here on stage".

   "Yes, do it" she breathed huskily.

   His other hand loosened his trousers which he pushed to the floor and
kicked away.  Dawn felt his naked flesh against her equally naked bottom
and thrust backwards even more firmly.  She felt the hardness of his rigid
member sliding into the crack between her buttocks, feeling its way to the
inevitable destination.

   He pushed on her back so that she bent over from the waist, and kicked
her ankles outwards.  She did not resist, and soon felt the hard tip
snuggling in between her cuntal lips.  She pushed backwards again and the
penis slid effortlessly into a well-lubricated vagina.

   There were louder shrieks from the audience, and Dawn clearly heard a
woman's voice scream: "I can't believe it; it's obscene; they're actually
doing it right there on stage in front of everyone.  It's disgusting!  It's
horrible!"

   The sounds of disgust aroused Dawn even further, and she slammed
backwards to meet her partner's forward thrusts, burying his thrusting
prick deep into her fertile womb.  "Yes ... Yes ... Keep doing it ... Show
them what a slut I am ... Plant your seed in my fertile belly ... Go ...
GOOOO ... GOOOOOO!"

   Out of the corner of her high, she saw that Sally was equally well being
fucked, and she heard her screams of orgasmic delight.

   She felt the leader's body stiffen, and felt his copious sperm flood her
inner recesses, which drove her over an orgasmic edge once more, although
she was slightly disappointed it was so soon over.

   But she need not have worried!  Hardly had the leader's wet and
shrinking cock slipped from her pussy, when one of the other band members
took his place behind her.  His trousers soon joined the leader's on the
floor, and his even thicker prick was stimulating her willing cunt.

   There were six members of the group, and eventually all had their relief
with one of the two girls, three with Dawn and three with Sally.

   When all were done, the band leader announced to the audience: "They're
a rather sticky smelly mess now ... We don't want them on stage any more",
and with them he more or less pushed the two of them back down into the
crowd on the dance floor.

   By this time, relatively few women were left in the audience, but there
were still a large number of men.  As Dawn and Sally moved back into the
crowd, hands reached out to fondle their tits, buttocks and pussies. 
Dawn's mammoth hooters attracted particular attention.

   It was not long before they were on their backs on two of the couches
which lined the dance hall, with widely and obscenely splayed legs
welcoming any males who wished to find relief for their aching balls in
willing pussies.  They soon lost count of how many loads of cum they had
absorbed or swallowed.

   Eventually, by about 4am, with the band long since gone, that Gavin
escorted and half-carried a naked cum-soaked Dawn back to their cabin.  She
collapsed on to the bed into a deep sleep, but only for a couple of hours,
as she had to shower and dress before they docked at 8am.

   * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Dawn had booked a hotel room for a few
hours to rest and clean up before the long trip home.  She slept almost all
the way on the overnight flight to London.  There they spent the day on
rather conventional touristic sightseeing, before boarding the 12 hour
flight to Cape Town.

   Only once the lights had been dimmed after dinner on the flight did they
first really talk about the past week.  Dawn had raised the armrest between
them and pulled a blanket over both of them.

   Teasingly, she ran her hands over his crotch and murmured: "So did you
get hot watching your wifey screwing everything that moved?  Poor old Gavin
- I hope you don't have irreversible blue balls from the continuing
frustration".  She giggled as she felt his erection stirring in his pants.

   Gavin looked a little embarrassed.  "I did get some relief", he
confessed.  "There were couple of ladies who felt sorry for me when the saw
you slutting around.  And then Sally also comforted me as I know you did
for George".

   Dawn pretended shock: "What??  Are you saying you were unfaithful to me?
That you committed adultery?  That's grounds for divorce, you know".

   He smiled ruefully: "Perhaps.  But then who would look after your
babies?"

   "You're right there, and there'll still be many more.  You may need to
give up your day job and be full time nanny.  The last week has taught me
that there are two things that arouse me more and give me greater orgasmic
release that anything else.  Firstly, to do it in front of an audience - I
think I'm going to find someone back home that does porn movies and
volunteer as an actress.  Secondly, to do it when I know I can get
pregnant."

   She slipped her hand inside his underpants and felt his throbbing
rigidity.  "I think some one else gets turned on in the same way.  Not so?"

   Gavin nodded and came in his pants.

   "For that", Dawn told him, "you may not change until we get home.  You
are going to sit all night with your messy pants.  Disgusting!".  She
giggled and settled down to sleep.

   * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Three weeks later, there was no doubt
that her usually regular monthly visitor was overdue.  Three more weeks,
and a pregnancy test confirmed what they already knew.

   A couple of months later and a scan revealed she was having twins, a boy
and a girl.  Dawn was delighted.  Two babies from two different eggs meant
it was highly likely they had two different fathers.  She wondered whether
they'd be different colours to demonstrate to the world how badly Gavin had
been cuckolded!

   But here we must leave Dawn and Gavin.  She is blooming with health as
her belly and tits swell alarmingly, but there are still some months before
her question is answered.





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