FANTASY FULFILLED (M+F,preg,ws)
  by
  Art West (artweststory@SPAMGO.yahoo.co.uk)
  
  
  There I was, "prudent" Pru Stevens, 30 year old mother
  of a two-and-a-half year old daughter, lying stark naked
  on a bed in a motel room, my legs held in an obscenely
  splayed fashion by pairs of pantyhose hooked behind my
  knees and fastened to a bed post by the cords which also
  held my hands tied above my head.  On a chair to one
  side, but with an excellent view, sat my husband Mark,
  with his legs and arms fastened securely to the chair,
  my panties stuck in his mouth and with his trousers and
  underpants round his ankles.  We both watched as the
  well built and swarthy young man, sporting an erection
  much larger than I could ever have imagined was
  possible, climbed on to the bed between my legs to the
  accompaniment of cheers from four of his mates. 
  
  In a moment of panic, I wondered fearfully to myself:
  "How the hell did I get myself into this position?". 
  But I knew it was my own big mouth and pride that did
  it, and that it was too late to do anything about it now
  as that massive and rigid cock slammed into my gaping
  pussy and penetrated to the mouth of my unprotected and
  undoubtedly fertile womb.
  
  .... But let me go back to the beginning.....  
  
  Mark was only my second lover (the other having been a
  holiday romance when I was 19).  We moved in together
  soon after my 24th birthday.  Mark was already 36, and my
  conservative parents were quite horrified.  Just over
  two years later, however, they were mollified when we
  got married, which we had decided to do as we wished to
  start a family.
  
  To our dismay, after a year of trying I was still not
  pregnant.  A series of medical tests revealed no problem
  on my side, but that Mark's sperm count was very low so
  that impregnation was quite unlikely.  Nevertheless, we
  were given advice on maximizing the chances and to our
  delight, I did conceive about eight months later.
  
  I had a glorious and uneventful pregnancy. I felt great;
  I was told I looked wonderful and radiant.  Baby Lucinda
  arrived on schedule, three months before my 28th
  birthday, and the natural birth was easier than I had
  been led to expect.
  
  Nine months later, we started trying for a second baby,
  but by the time of the events described here, with
  Lucinda already two-and-a-half, we had had no further
  luck.
  
  When Lucinda was around 4 months old, I started working
  together with Luisa in a small firm of professional
  conference organizers.  We were very much the "gofers"
  in the organization, doing lots of running around and
  much overtime when a conference was in progress, but
  being left quite idle at other times.  This gave us
  plenty of time to gossip and to swap stories.
  
  Luisa was about my age, about 30.  She had been married
  at 19, and divorced at 21.  She was completely open
  about her promiscuous lifestyle.  She made no attempt to
  hide the fact that she had slept with all our male
  colleagues.  After each conference, she would fill me in
  on all the details of which of the delegates she had
  seduced, of group orgies in hotel rooms in which she had
  participated, etc.
  
  She kept pressuring me to share my "secrets", seemingly
  incredulous that I could be totally faithful to my
  husband.
  
  "Well at least tell me of some of the fantasies that you
  and Mark share" she asked one quiet post-conference
  morning.  "You must have some, at least!"
  
  At first I resisted, then gave her a few hints, but
  eventually she drew out of me our favourite fantasy.
  
  Mark and I would add little variations each time, but
  the broad theme was always that of me being gang-raped,
  while Mark was tied to a chair, his pants round his
  ankles, and forced to watch while the rapists made
  disparaging comments about his equipment.  Some of the
  variations included my being pissed on by the men, Mark
  being forced to lick cum from my pussy, and the events
  happening at my fertile time of the month so that I
  became pregnant as a result.
  
  Luisa managed over the next month or two to get me to
  admit most variations (except the pregnancy bit, as I
  had kept our problems on this front completely secret),
  and suggested a few of her own which I shared with Mark
  (without telling him of their source).  She kept
  suggesting that I should participate in a gang-bang some
  time, and act out the fantasy, but I just laughed this
  off in an embarrassed manner, insisting that I could
  never actually do it.
  
  Then about a month before the scene described in the
  opening paragraph, Luisa came in one quiet Monday
  morning with a big grin and told me: "I've got just the
  way to make your fantasies come true without any long-
  term commitment!"
  
  I looked mystified, and she continued: "I have a nephew
  Fidel who owes me.  I taught him most of what he knows
  about sex from the time he was about 13 or 14! He's now
  20, and he's a bit wild but not dangerous.  He and 4 or
  5 of his mates have a bit of a motor cycle gang, and
  they go around getting into all sorts of mischief."
  
  She told me that she had met up with Fidel at a family
  gathering on the Sunday, and had found out that he and
  his friends had participated in gang-bang orgies a few
  times, once even with a woman of 50.
  
  "They were looking for another opportunity, and he
  suggested that I could be their next victim", Luisa went
  on.  "I was tempted, but then I thought about you.  I
  happened to have some photos from that last conference
  with me, and showed him.  And he is VERY willing to help
  your fantasies come true".
  
  "How could you have done that", I gasped, but if truth
  be known, my pussy was juicing up a little!  "In any
  case, where on earth would we go?  I'm not having a gang
  like that around at our home, and I couldn't do it in
  the open air!"
  
  "I've thought of that too!  A cousin of mine runs a
  hotel down at Vista Beach [a small seaside resort about
  40 minutes drive from our town], and she can allocate
  you a discrete room under an assumed name, no questions
  asked."
  
  "My God!" I exclaimed, "have you been discussing me with
  all your family!"
  
  For most of that morning, Luisa kept pushing me to
  agree, but in spite of a continually tingling pussy at
  the thought (and I even twice had to go to the toilet to
  rub myself to some orgasmic release), there was no way
  in which I could take this leap.
  
  But over the next two weeks, Luisa kept bringing up the
  idea, and I think that she was fully aware that each
  time I felt myself slipping closer to agreeing.  I
  worked the fantasies over with Mark almost every night
  and we had some great sex.
  
  Eventually, two weeks later, in an almost disembodied
  way, I heard myself saying "OK, you win, let's try it
  just once".... and then wondered: "Did I just say
  that??"
  
  Luisa leapt into action before I could change my mind. 
  We set the date for the Friday two weeks on.  This was
  to be our wedding anniversary.  It was easy to get my
  mother to agree to look after Lucinda for the night, and
  to get Mark to set the night aside for a "surprise"
  night away.
  
  Luisa's conference organizational skills also came into
  play!  She produced a neatly typed checklist for me to
  OK, containing all the do's and don't's which she would
  pass on to Fidel and his mates, as on the night they
  would be told to ignore any pleas I might make.  
  
  With rising flutters in my tummy, I checked off 'yes' to
  the ripping of my clothes, 'no' to anal penetration (but
  'yes' to oral and vaginal penetration), and 'yes' to
  their cumming in and on me.  After some hesitation, and
  with greater flutters, I also checked 'yes' to pissing
  on me, but not on my face.  Being peed on had been a
  fantasy of mine that I had not even shared with Mark,
  and certainly not with Luisa.
  
  But the item on which I delayed longest was whether they
  should use rubbers.  Luisa had added the note that real
  rapists would not use rubbers and that she knew Fidel
  and his mates were free of disease.  The one thing I had
  managed to keep from Luisa was our trying for a baby. 
  But checking the calendar, I realized that the planned
  Friday night would be right at my most fertile time!  As
  my pussy creamed at the thought, a power outside of me
  seemed to take control of my hand which checked 'no
  rubbers'. 
  
  Over the next two weeks I was many times on the verge of
  calling the whole idea off, or at least changing the
  option on rubbers, but somehow I never got round to
  telling Luisa.  So suddenly, it seemed, I found myself
  in the car with Mark, having dropped off Lucinda, and on
  our way to X-beach.  Mark was obviously excited and
  chatted non-stop, which was great as I was so nervous
  that my mouth was too dry to talk.
  
  When we arrived at the motel, I went into the office,
  where our key was in a sealed envelope (and payment had
  been arranged by Luisa).  Our room was at the end of a
  row, and it turned out that the adjacent room was unused
  that night.
  
  Mark and I went out for dinner, at which I drank far too
  much in my nervousness, and was quite tipsy and giggly
  as we returned.  As we returned, we passed two young
  guys standing at a cigarette machine.  One of them was
  distinctly latin-looking and he winked at me with a
  mischievous grin.  This was obviously Fidel, and my
  nervousness returned.
  
  The idea was that I was to get Mark out of the room for
  a while, and then to send a text message 'GO' to Luisa
  from my mobile phone.  I had not thought how to get Mark
  out, and I might have still chickened out if he had not
  suggested driving to a local store to get another bottle
  of wine.
  
  As soon as he had left, my alter ego once again took
  over, and it was almost like watching someone else from
  a distance as I sent the message and turned off my
  phone.
  
  Three minutes later there was a knock on my door.  As I
  opened it, five young men barged in, carrying a few six-
  packs of beer.   A couple of them had rolls of thick
  nylon cord, and a few pairs of pantyhose.  Fidel
  introduced himself.  I quickly glanced round the others. 
  There were two other latinish-looking guys (whose names
  I never did catch), both more swarthy than Fidel, and a
  tall blonde guy with very Nordic features whom they
  seemed to call Chris.  But with a slight shock I noticed
  that the fifth guy, whose name I caught to be Joe, was
  as black as they come -- Luisa had not warned me of this
  ... would I end up with a black baby?!
  
  Fidel grabbed me from behind waving a knife, while the
  other four placed themselves on either side of the door.
  
  A couple of minutes later, Mark tapped on the door and
  called out "it's me".  Fidel gestured to me to unlatch
  the door.  As Mark started to open it, one of the other
  guys whipped it open, causing Mark to stagger over the
  threshold.  He was easily caught by two of them as he
  fell in, and someone else slammed the door shut.
  
  One of those holding him clapped a hand over Mark's
  mouth.  Initially, I noticed panic in his eyes, but that
  subsided to some extent as he realized that I looked
  nervous rather than seriously frightened.
  
  But the 'rapists' played their role well.  Fidel had two
  of the others hold on to me.  Then he walked across and
  cut Mark's belt so that his trousers fell to the ground,
  and then sliced through the elastic of his underpants,
  so that Mark was now naked from his waist down with his
  cock on display, but quite shrivelled up, leading to
  ribald comment.  He as then forced to sit down on a
  chair to which his arms and legs were tied with some of
  the cord they had brought.  Fidel sneered out to his
  friends: "I'm sure he'd like to see how real men
  pleasure his wife".
  
  I was forced to stand in front of Mark.  Fidel grabbed
  the neckline of my blouse, and with one tug ripped all
  the buttons off.  With his knife, he cut the front of my
  bra and then the bra straps.  The remnants of blouse and
  bra were pulled off by the two holding me, and thrown to
  the floor as Fidel also ripped off the clasp holding my
  skirt, which dropped to the floor, leaving me in no more
  than my high-heeled sandals and sheer panties.  I could
  feel my nipples harden and my pussy juices running down.
  
  Mark made a show of struggling with his bonds, and
  started to protest.  "Can't you shut him up", growled
  Fidel to his mates.  With his knife, he cut the two
  sides of my bikini panties, and threw the tattered
  garment to one of those holding Mark.  They pushed the
  gusset into his mouth, where I'm sure he could taste my
  juices, and tied the rest behind his head to make an
  effective gag.
  
  Now I was forced back on to the bed, to lie on my back. 
  My wrists were tied together above my head, using my
  tattered bra.  Pairs of pantyhose were hooked behind
  each knee, and pulled backwards to leave my legs spread
  widely and obscenely open in full view of Mark and the
  five "rapists".  Nylon cords attached the pantyhose to
  the bra binding my wrists, and further cords attached
  the combination to a bedpost, leaving me completely
  helpless.
  
  I could just see Mark out of the corner of my eye, and
  noticed that his prick was beginning to stir.  One of
  the guys noticed and commented with a laugh: "Hey,
  hubby's getting off on this, not that he's got too much
  to show!"
  
  Fidel stuck two fingers into my pussy, probing in and
  out as his thumb rubbed on my clitty.  My body started
  to respond instantaneously, a fact which was obvious to
  Fidel and which he announced loudly to his mates: "Hey
  guys, she's real wet and ready for it". They whooped
  loudly in response. 
  
  Fidel stood back a moment, and quickly stripped to
  reveal an erect prick that to my eyes looked
  unbelievably enormous.  Luisa was later to assure me
  that while he was big, his was nowhere near the biggest
  she'd ever seen, but it looked monstrous to me.  I was
  sure I could put both of my hands end-to-end along it. 
  For a moment I panicked ... how what was that thing
  going to fit into me.
  
  As he climbed between my legs, I also had a panic about
  my unprotected state.  I cried out: "No wait ... please
  wear a condom ... you'll make me pregnant!!"
  
  Fidel just laughed, as he had been told to ignore my
  pleas at this time: "Tough luck lady ... I'm not wearing
  a rubber ... I can't feel anything with them".
  
  I caught a glimpse of Mark at that point. His eyes
  widened as he realized that I was not joking ... I could
  get pregnant.  And I saw his prick jerk upright at the
  thought.
  
  But before I could even process these observations in my
  mind, Fidel dropped on top of me, blocking my view.  I
  felt his cockhead probing and running up and down my
  crack for a few moments.  Then he pulled back and
  slammed straight in.  For a moment it hurt a little as
  he was clearly much thicker than Mark, but the pain soon
  gave way to that deliciously satisfying feeling of
  fullness.  As he started to piston in and out, I could
  feel my body responding.  He added to my rising climax
  by bringing his head down to my tits, to suck strongly
  on my engorged nipples.
  
  I had never felt such ecstasy before, and wished these
  sensations would carry on for ever.  But dimly, I heard
  him call out: "God she's tight, like a virgin ... I'm
  going to c-u-u-u-m-m-m-m-m-m A-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!!!" 
  
  Much to my regret, as I had not yet reached orgasm, I
  felt him spasm deep into my hot and fertile belly.  But
  I needn't have worried.  As soon as Fidel's body
  relaxed, he was dragged away and Black Joe took his
  place.  It took only a few thrusts from Joe's rock hard
  cock to take me over the edge.  Almost as if from a
  distance, I heard myself screaming as the greatest
  climax I had ever experienced hit me.
  
  As I came down from that high, I was aware that Joe was
  still rhythmically pumping in and out of my pussy, and
  almost immediately my body started building towards a
  second climax.  As his climax started to build, his
  tempo increased and he slammed ever harder and deeper
  into me, our pelvic bones grinding hard against each
  other.  
  
  Once again, my next climax was still building when I
  felt Joe tensing and jerking as his spunk joined that of
  Fidel deep inside my womb.  And once again, I eagerly
  welcomed the next guy, one of the other Latins, to help
  me reach orgasm. By now, I must have been really juicy
  and slippery, as the first thing I felt was the
  delicious feeling of our pubic hair and pelvic bones
  rubbing together.  This guy reached down and shoved a
  finger up my rectum, to rub against his own cock through
  the separating membrane.  Soon I was screaming again,
  and trying desperately to push myself against him to
  bring myself off.  Only dimly was I aware of laughter
  from the boys, mixed with lewd comments ... and then I
  was there again, kicking and jerking against my current
  partner.
  
  And so the pattern repeated, and I got off twice more
  with the last two guys.
  
  As the fifth guy (the second Latin) approached his
  climax into my by-now well-used pussy, I felt a wet
  spray across my face and tits, and turned to see Joe and
  Fidel shaking up their beers and spraying me.  As I was
  getting thirsty, I opened my mouth to let them spray
  more in.
  
  By the time the last of the five guys came in me, the
  other four were all alternately drinking beer and
  spraying me.  Then suddenly I heard Chris say: "Hey
  guys, we're wasting good beer on the slut.  Let's rather
  filter it through our kidneys", and I knew my next
  fantasy was about to be fulfilled.
  
  With that he climbed on the bed, knelt next to me, and
  rubbed his cock across my tits.  Then I felt, almost
  before I saw, the warm wetness on my tits as he started
  to piss.  He seemed to pee forever.  The sheer
  humiliation and degradation of it had me close to coming
  again.  One of the guys seemed to notice this and untied
  my hands, to allow me to finger myself to orgasm as
  Chris directed the final spurts of his piss over my
  hand.
  
  Once Chris was done, Fidel and one of the other two
  Latins climbed up to stand on the bed on either side of
  me, and started to hose me down with their warm fluids
  as I continued to masturbate myself with my fingers. 
  They moved their jets up and down my body, from tits to
  pussy.  In spite of the ban on pissing in my mouth, some
  of the piss did splash on my face, and suddenly I didn't
  care.  I just loved being used as a urinal by these
  guys, and opened my mouth to catch some of the liquid,
  increasingly turned on by the total degradation
  and humiliation of it all.  Fidel noticed, and
  deliberately aimed the last of his piss straight into my
  mouth which I eagerly swallowed.
  
  The last two guys showed no further inhibitions at all. 
  They replaced Fidel and his friend, standing on either
  side and simply hosed me from head to toe, including
  strong blasts straight on to my pussy.  I frantically
  frigged myself to yet another cum, screaming out "Yes
  ... Yes .. piss all over me ... use me ... u-u-u-u-se
  me-e-e-e-e ... let me drink your piss.
  
  When all had relieved themselves, I continued rubbing
  two fingers in my pussy as my thumb rubbed my clit,
  while lying now in a pool of piss on the bed.  Fidel
  knelt at my head again, and this time shoved his cock
  into my mouth.  I sucked eagerly on it, and would have
  happily swallowed his jism as well, but he pulled out
  and shot his sperm partly on my face and partly over my
  tits.  He then took one of my hands, and made my rub the
  cum into my skin.  I felt so delightfully used!
  
  The other four guys then stood over me, wanking
  furiously on their cocks.  At much the same time all
  four came to give me a complete cum-bath.  Without
  further bidding, I let my hands play through the warm
  smooth slippery mess, smearing it all over my body,
  feeling increasingly the total slut.
  
  For the next half-hour or so, I was left lying on the
  piss-soaked bed, cum-covered and with my legs still
  splayed wide open and tied to the bedpost.  The five
  guys guzzled more beers, and entertained themselves by
  fucking me with empty beer bottles, often leaving one
  buried in my cunt.  They kept up a constant stream of
  lewd comments about what a slut I was, how it looked as
  if I enjoyed being used by a bunch of men etc.  Some of
  the comments were directed at Mark, asking him how he
  could possibly keep me satisfied with that tiny prick!  
  
  The steady stream of insult and abuse served only to
  turn me on even further, and I wanted nothing more than
  to have stiff cocks forcing their way into me again, to
  fertilize my waiting womb.  When they were not playing
  with me, I amused the guys further by masturbating
  myself with a beer bottle.
  
  Eventually, all five were showing signs of returning
  erections, and my pussy juiced up further at the
  prospect of renewed action.
  
  The five had some muttered conversation amongst
  themselves, and then suddenly came across and untied me. 
  By this stage it was a bit of a relief as my legs were
  stiff. They placed me in a kneeling position on the
  floor at the side of the bed, leaning over the bed.  My
  wrists were tied together again and attached to the
  other side of the bed.  Cords attached to the pantyhose
  around each knee were tied to the bed legs, holding my
  legs wide apart.
  
  Then I realized that they had pulled Mark from his
  chair.  He was placed on his back on the floor, with his
  head between my knees, looking straight up into my
  gaping pussy.  His arms were tied to my legs to hold him
  in that position.
  
  Mark was thus to have a first class, close-up view as
  five rampant cocks in turn penetrated my pussy from the
  rear.  I was later to find out that our fluids dripped
  down on to his face, especially as each satisfied prick
  was withdrawn from my gaping hole.
  
  This time, I was unable to see who was having their way
  with me.  Somehow, this last humiliation turned me on
  even further.  I orgasmed almost immediately the first
  anonymous cock slammed into me, and again before its
  owner pumped me full of his seed.  I was screaming as I
  met my violator's thrusts by pushing my backside against
  him, feeling so filled that it seemed his organ was
  penetrating not only my cunt but my whole uterus.  The
  knowledge of my fertile state pushed me even further
  into ecstasy and I shouted out: "Oh god, yes, yes, pump
  me harder ... harder ... harder ... make a baby in me
  ... fill me with your cum ... a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h".
  
  I went through the same range of feelings with each of
  the five guys.  As they had each come twice already, it
  seemed to take forever for each to come again ... but I
  couldn't care.  The feelings were so intense, I wanted
  them never to end.
  
  But eventually it had to end.  All five were done, and
  even I now collapsed over the bed in exhaustion.  I felt
  rather than saw them lift Mark bodily on to the bed,
  lying him on his back.  My bonds were loosened, and I
  was dumped on top of Mark in a 69 position.  My knees
  were tied behind his neck, to clench his head between my
  damp thighs.  My arms were tied around his thighs, with
  my face in his crotch.
  
  With that, the five guys sprayed more beer over us, and
  then left.  I started to struggle with my bonds, but
  then realized that Mark was licking along my slit, and
  amazingly, my body started to react yet again.  I became
  aware that his cock was rigid and I took it into my
  mouth.  Mark's licking became more enthusiastic and he
  paused to suck on my clit.  I could feel the juices
  running out of my cunt into his mouth.  We exploded
  together, I into my last orgasm of the night and he to
  fill my mouth with what seemed to be a much larger
  volume of jism than he usually was able to produce.
  
  We lay in complete exhaustion for probably 10 minutes,
  before starting to untie each other.  We were a total
  mess, covered in sex fluids from top to toe. Wordlessly
  we looked at each other, and then started to laugh
  rather hysterically.  We went to the bathroom and
  showered together, cleaning each other thoroughly.
  
  "We can't stay here" were Mark's almost first words.
  
  "It's OK", I responded. "Luisa's cousin will sort
  everything out .. let's just go".
  
  So we slipped on t-shirts and jeans, grabbed our
  belongings, and went to the car.  We drove round to a
  more up-market hotel and checked in for the night.
  
  We were hardly in our room, before Mark almost tore the
  clothes back off me, threw me on the bed, and fucked me
  with an abandon and enthusiasm he hadn't shown for
  years.  Only then did we collapse naked in each others
  arms, and into a deep sleep.
  
  I woke the next morning to find Mark lying on top of me,
  rubbing his cock along my still juicy slit.  I was
  hardly conscious before he shoved his cock right into my
  hole, with the words: "You promiscuous whoring slut ...
  I'm going to fuck you silly ... I might as well give my
  sperm some chances in your unfaithful immoral womb ...
  you filthy whore who'll open her legs for any guy if the
  price is right ... how much did those guys pay you for
  last night?"  The more he insulted me, the more turned
  on I became, and before long we were rutting like
  insatiable minks on the bed, and I was once again
  screaming out my climax, uncaring about people in
  neighbouring rooms.
  
  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
  Well, that was five weeks ago, and yes, I'm pregnant ...
  a home pregnancy test has confirmed it.  I suppose it
  could be Mark's ... but I wouldn't bet too much on it.
  
  He seems to have accepted the inevitable, indicating
  that it's no worse than artificial insemination.  When
  we do make love, he often rehearses and even elaborates
  on the events of that night, and it always helps to turn
  both of us on.  In saner moments, he admits that it was
  an awesome experience, but that he wouldn't want to
  repeat it.
  
  I tell him I feel the same, but secretly I have
  masturbated frequently to memories of that night ... and
  I don't think I shall be able to be forever faithful
  from now on.  Having experienced other cocks, I am going
  to want more and more and more ....
  
  I think Luisa knows this and tries to get me to admit it
  ... which I have not yet done.  She met me the Monday
  morning after the gang "rape" with a big grin.  She had
  evidently spoken to Fidel, but wanted my version, which
  she has dragged out of me over and over again.
  
  The last few weeks have been quiet in the office.  But
  we have a big conference next week.  Luisa is pressuring
  me to agree to spend at least one night at the
  conference hotel, to join in her adventures.  So far I
  have said "NO" ... but I can feel that I don't sound
  convincing.  I know that I shouldn't cheat on Mark, but
  the thought of another night with multiple cocks and
  orgasms .... O-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h God, I can't stand it -
  and Luisa knows it.  I have still not committed myself,
  but I have hinted to Mark that I might have to work late
  one night and that it may be best to stay over at the
  hotel.  I know it's wrong, but ...........  
   
  
  
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