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 The Perils of Greggie-Poo

   Chapter 1: "Mishi's Dark Lust"

   (Note: these events follow from those in the series "The Misadventures
of Mishi")

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   My wife, Mishi, is a petite 5'6", 100 lb., natural blonde.  The trusses
of her hair reach just below her ears.  Her breasts are perky and stand out
at a slightly up-thrust angle, her stomach is flat, and she's got a round,
tight ass.  Her thighs are set apart a little giving her pelvis structure a
real fuck me look.  She keeps herself fit at the YWCA swimming, and we like
to cycle.

   One day I was looking for some papers I had misplaced and was rummaging
through her night stand when I discovered a big black vibrator and an
illustrated fuck book about white women with black men.

   I was going to simply put them away as if nothing happened, but she
walked in while I was examining them.  I found myself apologizing for
getting into her "private things".  After a very uncomfortable silence I
finally said, "I guess I am little shocked that you're interested in such
things.  Can we talk about it?"

   Her bluntness shocked me.  After several seconds of silence she took a
breath and said, "OK, I want to fuck a black man!  There I said it!  I hope
it's not the end of our marriage, but, yes, I want to be a total slut with
a big, hung, black stud who would fuck me silly!"

   I was in shock, "Anyone in particular?"

   "No.  Just read the book!"

   When I finished the book, I asked, "Wow!  How much of this do you want?"

   She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Help me get ready, and we'll see
where it goes!"

   "When do you want to and how?"

   "You know I'm just about to get my period and I'm the horniest then. 
Tomorrow's the biggest night down at IT." IT was a disco that was usually
about eighty percent black.  The girl in the book picked up her first black
stud at a disco.  IT had a reputation for being a white chick/black man
pick up spot.

   I re-read some of that first encounter in the book.  The thought started
to turn me on, so I said, "Well, I don't mind if you do it ...  but, can I
watch?"

   "NO, this is just for me.  I don't want any distractions from you.  You
can arrange a room, get me ready, take me down to IT, and then come up when
it's over.  But ...  if every thing goes OK, and you're still agreeable,
then MAYBE you to watch the next time." The next time?  How's she so sure
it will happen again?

   The next day I was a wreck at work.  Mishi called me to remind me to
make the hotel reservation and then come straight home.  I called the hotel
and reserved a room and left work early.  When I got home I asked if she
still

   wanted to go through with it.  She said she definitely did - her pussy
had been wet all day in anticipation.  I said I hoped she didn't fix any
dinner because my stomach was too nervous to eat.  She laughed and said
hers was too.

   She then told me to help her get ready.  First she wanted me to give her
a bath.  We spoke very little as I bathed her and dried her beautiful
petite, perfectly proportioned body off.

   When I was done, she sat on the edge of the tub and told me to get a pan
of hot water, my razor with a new blade, and shaving cream.  She smiled and
said "the woman in the book didn't have any hair on her pussy, and I want
the same thing".  I always wanted her to do this before for me, but she
always refused.  Now, however, she was going to do it for a black man.  For

   the first time, I was starting to get jealous.  She spread her legs wide
apart giving me total access to her groin area.

   My fingers started to tremble, and it took all my will power to steady
my hand as I shaved her natural blonde curls from her pubic mound and
around her pussy.  When I was done she had me pad it dry and rub her entire
groin area all over with

   scented oil.

   Her bald pussy turned me on so much, I told her it was beautiful and
asked if I could eat her now.

   "No, not now; you'll have to wait until later." The hidden meaning was
subtle.  I whined a little.

   "OK, just one kiss though." Ignoring her wishes, I dove in aggressively,
but she grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed me away.

   "I said you have to WAIT!"

   She got up and went into the bedroom and told me to dress her.  She told
me what clothes to get and where to find them: a silky red evening dress,
spilt up the side, beautiful sheer red hose, which had a three inch stretch
hem at the top so no garter was necessary, and matching red spiked pumps. I
then dressed her and added the finishing touches: gold anklet, gold

   necklace, gold earrings, and several rings, including our wedding ring.
Obviously excluded from the ensemble were panties and a bra.  She wanted
nothing but her natural lines to show on the slinky dress.

   She looked stunning, a total slut!  When she stood with her legs apart
and pelvis forward it was obvious, to me anyway, that Mishi not only had no
panties on, but also was without pubic hair.

   When we checked into the hotel, she asked for two keys and gave me one.
Up in the room, she gave me last minute instructions.

   "We'll go in IT's separate.  When I've picked out my stud, follow as far
as the hotel lobby.  Don't come up.  Wait an hour, then use the house phone
to call every fifteen minutes.  I'm going to take the phone off the hook
until I'm done with him.  Don't come up until I answer the phone.  Got it?"
I nodded.  Damn, she

   thought this whole thing out to every little detail!

   We walked to IT's and arrived at 10.  The place was already jumping.  I
followed at a safe distance and took a seat at the bar.  She turned down
dances until the ultimate stud hit on her.  He was maybe 6'3", looked like
an athlete with nice broad shoulders and narrow hips.  I was immediately
intimidated and jealous.  After two fast dances with a lot of touching,
they sat down at a small table, then got up and did a slow dance.

   His hands were all over her; he almost engulfed her small white body in
his huge frame.  I was already trembling inside, but a strange feeling
swept over me like a wave.  Back at the table they didn't sit down; they
simply finished their drinks in a gulp and left with him leading her by the
hand.

   I made my way to the door and stayed well behind them as they made their
way to the hotel.  He was fondling her right on the street.  As I walked
into the lobby my eyes made contact with her pointing nipples, gleaming
eyes, and his bulging crotch in the second it took for the elevator door to
close.

   It was now 10:55.  The next three hours and 15 minutes where the longest
of my life up to that point.  I went into the bar and had a couple of
drinks.  It would have been very easy to have drank myself numb, but I
wanted to have most of my senses for after he left.

   That feeling that had sweep over me in the disco just kept building with
each passing minute as I wondered what they were doing at every instant.

   As directed I called the room at 1 hour - busy.  At an hour and a half
it was still busy.  I got nervous that she might have forgotten that I was
waiting for her or maybe she passed out.  I went up to the room to check up
on them.  The sounds of love making, or should I say *fucking*, where
obvious to any one in the hall.  The groaning, grunting, creaking of bed or
furniture

   became louder and louder as I approach our room.  Most of the sounds I
recognized as coming from Mishi.  I never heard her make sounds like that

   when we had sex.  It was simultaneously threatening, reassuring, and
exciting.

   I stood silently at the door, but I was so turned on that after a while
I couldn't take it any more and returned to the bar and tried to calm

   down.

   At 2:10 the lobby phone rang.  It was Mishi.  She just wearily said,
"Get up here", and hung up.

   It was a long elevator ride.  My heart raced.  When I got to the door,
the hall way was completely silent.  I knocked.  No answer.  My hand
trembled as I put the key in the door and opened it.  The smell of raw sex
filled my

   nose as I entered.

   I almost jumped out of my skin as I passed the opening to the bathroom.
Her stud stood there naked, toweling himself off.

   "You must be Greg.  I'm Luke." He offered his hand.  I took it weakly as
I stared blatantly at his cock.  Jesus Christ!  Even limp after all the
fucking, it was longer than mine is when hard, and much bigger around.  I'd
never seen a limp cock so big; it seemed to hang half way down to his
knees!

   "Where's M..Mishi?" I stammered.

   "Oh, she's still in the bed.  That's one hot bitch you got there!  It
took nearly three hours of constant fucking and sucking to satisfy her."

   I couldn't believe that.  Mishi and I rarely fucked for more than a half
hour and she never complained.  And even if she did, I doubt I could have
kept going.  Three hours?  Is that possible?

   I turned and walked into the room.  I scanned the whole scene, taking it
all in.  From the look, and smell, of things, you'd have thought the room
had just been used by a orgy of 10 people.  The bed covers and sheets were

   off both double beds, leaving the mattresses bare.

   I then saw that Mishi was in the bed that was pulled away from its
headboard on the wall.  It was adjacent to a mirrored wall, and I could see
her reflection in it.  Mishi was laying on her back with her head angled to
the side.  Two pillows propped up her feet, which made her legs form in a
"V" shape.  They almost seemed clamped shut.

   From my position at the foot of the bed, I could see straight at the
crack of her bald asshole, which I had also shaved.  I had never seen it
like this before.  It didn't even resemble the asshole I had shaven earlier
that day.  It was all red and swollen, and her inner assrings were open
about an inch like the a toilet drain.  The crack itself was full of a
whitish liquid.  Her asshole looked way too big to belong to a person with
such a petite ass.

   Then I looked at her face.  She was breathing gently through her mouth.
Her hair was a mess, her eyes were half-open, and she had a dreamy look as
she stared at nothing in particular.

   I took in the room again; images began to form in my mind as I noticed
details: A ruffled pillow was draped across the arm of the over stuffed
chair by the windows -- she must have been face down in the chair taking
his black shaft from behind.  The desk was pulled out from the wall at one
end and a large bath towel was spread out on top of it, hanging off the end
-
she was on her back, legs up on his shoulders as he stood driving his

shiny black rod into her tight shithole.

   The pile of bed sheets on the floor has a matted down area, I looked
closer: there was a familiar looking diamond shaped wet spot.  I looked
back at the pillow over the arm of the chair; wet spot there too, and on
the other bed right at the edge.

   I set down on the corner of the bed that Mishi was on.  "You OK?"

   "Ohhhh ...yaaa!" she responded dreamily.  Her lips were stained brown...
obviously from her own shit which she must have sucked off Luke's huge
cock.

   I startled as Luke came back into the room.

   "Yes sir, one hot slut!  They all get excited, but I never had no white
chick go so fucking nuts for my dick before!" Luke started gathering his
clothes that were scattered

   about.

   My throat was parched; I tried to swallow but it was too dry.  I looked
at Mishi and saw her eyes following Luke as he moved around and dressed. 
The room was quiet.  When Luke was done, he went over to the desk, took out
a note pad and scribbled.  He handed it to me.

   "This is my phone number.  She said you make all the arrangements and
stuff and get her ready, so call me when she needs it again.  I figure
it'll take a week for her shithole to recover, and soon after that she'll
be beggin' for more."

   I just stared at him, then the piece of paper.  He must have read the
expression on my face, because he then said:

   "Face it man, it ain't ever going to be the same with you.  After
tonight she won't even be able to feel your little five incher in her, and
she'll be needing mine all the time to keep her satisfied."

   I couldn't believe it; she told him I only have a five inch dick!  She
knows I've always been sensitive about the size of my penis.  What else did
she tell him?

   "Oh," he added, "and you know that once they go black, they never go
back, so I don't think you'll be getting much from her anymore.  Maybe I'll
let you suck my cock to get it ready for her.  Hell, I might even fuck your
white ass

   too!  It's probably as tight as that whores!"

   He pushed me to the floor and pulled my mouth to his cock.  I was in
such shock I didn't respond.  Sensing no resistance, he slid his cockhead
into my mouth and began pumping my face.

   My wife caught sight and moaned as she started frigging herself as her
husband sucked her black lover's cock!  I gagged at the taste of shit,
apparently she hadn't gotten it all off.

   He stopped pumping my face and paused for a second.  Suddenly my mouth
was filling with liquid!  At first I thought he was cumming in my mouth,
but it was too hot and fluid!  The bastard was pissing in my mouth!

   "Drink it or I fuck your white ass, faggot!"

   My wife moaned as she realized what he was doing.

   "Oh, GOD!!!  Yes!  Feed him your piss, Luke!  Isn't it yummy, faggot?!"

   Not wanting this monster up my ass, I drank it down as fast as I could,
but he piss-stream was too strong, and it tasted of his cum, left over in
his cock.  I actually swallowed most of it, but some of it spilled over
down my chin and soaked my white dress shirt.  My wife came in

   another screaming orgasm and he continued to piss in my mouth.

   "Damn, you ARE a cocksucking little faggot whiteboy, aren't you" the big
black man laughed

   as I finished the last of his piss.

   He unceremoniously yanked his cock from my

   mouth making an obscene sound and caused me to burp and drool spilled
out down my chin.  With that he started laughing and slapped me on the back
as he zipped up.

   "Don't worry, faggot, I'll be back for your ass tomorrow night... 
you'll get your fill of black dick and nigga seed tomorrow...  and don't
eat nothin', cuz I'm gonna fill you up with cum, piss and shit- just like
your whore wife!"

   He turned and headed for the door.  As he did, Mishi looked me right in
the eye -- no shame, no guilt, just wantonness.  I knew then that what he
said was true.

   The door closed and he was gone.  I looked closer at her body as she
studied my face.  Mishi had dried juices down the inside of her thighs in a
couple of directions, both centering on her asshole.  It was not only
gaping open and pooled with cum inside, but the crack of her ass and outer
shithole assrings had junks of whitish jelly clinging to the folds.  Her
thighs were red

   inside, her hips where red, her tits looked like they had been mauled,
and they had dried juice crusting on them.  I moved up to stroke her hair,
it had dried cakes of cum in it, ratting her messy hair.

   "Are you sure you're OK?" I queried.  She nodded yes.

   I asked, "Do you still love me?"

   "Oh God, yes!  More than ever for being such a good faggot cuckold for
Luke.  But do you still love ME?" This was the first sentence I heard her
utter, and her voice was raw, as if she had a cold or sore throat.

   "Yes, of course I do," I replied.

   "Then kiss me." I leaned over slowly.  She reached up and pulled my face
to hers.  It was a long, gentle, passionate kiss.  She tasted funny.  I
could taste him; it was his cum, I knew that.  Her mouth was soft and
giving, she explored my mouth with her tongue and pushed it against around
mine.  I liked that and was surprised because she usually didn't do that.

   "You know you're going to have to tell me every detail!  Did you suck
him?"

   I had to know.  She almost never sucks on my dick because she claims it
makes her choke.  Luke's should have strangled her.

   "Of course.  Why do you think my voice is so hoarse?"

   "I figured it was from all the yelling and screaming I heard you make."

   "Well, I guess that had something to do with it too."

   "Did he cum in your mouth?"

   "Yes, twice." Damn, on the rare occasions that she did give me a blow
job, she always made me pull out and cum over my hand.

   "Did you swallow his cum?"

   "Yes, completely the first time, except for a few dribbles; he got real
sloppy the second time though.  I swallowed half of it, but then he pulled
out and shot it all over my face, tits, hair -- he shot out like a fucking
fire-hose!"

   I couldn't believe this; she always claimed she hated the taste of sperm
and would never let me pull out and cum on her face!  Was this the same
woman I'd been married to all these years?  While I had a hard-on
practically all night, it was throbbing in my pants now.  I felt like I was

   going to cum in them soon if I didn't take them off to relieve the
friction.

   Without any prompting from me, she went on.  "The first blowjob I gave
him, he must produced a pint of sperm.  You know the times I've swallowed
your cum, its never taken more than one swallow.  Usually I can hold your
whole

   load in my mouth without swallowing.  But with him, I swear I had to
swallow four or five times, and I still choked and dribbled some."

   What the hell was she talking about ...  "the times I've swallowed your
cum"?  That was a long time ago when were still dating.  Since we got

   married, she steadfastly refused to swallow my cum.

   I stewed over that one for a moment then asked "Did he eat your pussy?"

   "A little bit.  The second time I sucked him off we were sixty-nining.
He had fucked me for maybe 20 minutes by then, but hadn't cum yet in my
cunt.  I begged him to cum in my mouth again; I just couldn't get enough of
it."

   "So, how many times did you cum?"

   "Oh God, I lost count somewhere around seven; after that it was like one
long high!  Believe it or not the first small one happened while I was
sucked him the first time!  The excitement of his squirts hitting the back
of

   my throat got me off!  Then the first big one --oh my god-- the first
anal orgasm in my life -- took about one minute of his cock ...and it

   wasn't even all the way in!"

   In all seriousness, I stated, "You know all of this is giving me an
inferiority complex."

   "So, is that why you have a big hard-on?" she teased.  Her response
indicated that she either thought I was joking or didn't care.  She paused.

   "I'm sorry, but Luke made me realize that I never had a real orgasm with
you.  I thought I did, but I never experienced anything with you like I did
with him." She looked at me,

   waiting for a response.  "Do you understand?"

   "Well, I guess so.  He must have been hung like a horse, but I only saw
him limp.  How big was he hard?"

   "At least 12 inches ...  at least.  He said 12 and 1/2, but it seemed
bigger.  More than twice as long as yours.  And big around, shit!" Mishi
made an open circle with her finger indicating she couldn't get her hand
closed

   around it, at least an inch shy.

   "How much of that did you take, it's obvious his width opened you up?"
We both glanced at the mirrored wall at her still gaping butthole.

   "Orally, only about half, maybe six inches." I'm thinking that means she
could take all of me, but she never really tried to take it all.  Then
Mishi stretched her arms around my head and smiled real big.  She slowly
pulled me

   toward her mouth for a kiss.

   "My asshole took the whole fucking thing!" Boy, was she proud of
herself.

   "WOW!  This I gotta see: My little 100 lb.  Mishi, taking that thing all
the way!"

   "Maybe, next time ...  if you're lucky," she responded.

   "So, what was your favorite part?"

   "The first time he fucked me and got it all the way in.  It took a
while, but when it finally sunk all the way in ...  oh, I just can't
describe the feeling.  Then later when he carried me around on his cock
..."

   "Did what?" I interrupted.

   "Well, once when we took a break for a drink and pee -- he let me hold
it while he pissed a gallon -- right in my mouth- it tastes so good!  Of
course, you know that, too...  we ended up fucking with me on the counter
in the bathroom.  He picked me up and carried me around with his hands on
my thighs, my arms around his neck and his cock up my shithole the whole
time.  It was like a bull ride.  I went berserk while I was impaled on his
cock.  I just kept thrusting up and down on it and had ...  oh maybe my 5th
cum.  And he never had to touch my cunt!  It felt like he was tearing me up
inside, but I just couldn't stop; it felt too good.  But, God, am I
starting to regret it now; my poop chute is sooo sore."

   I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead.

   "My next most favorite part is right now; telling you all about it,
without any fear or guilt.  I swear it's turning me on ...  and I think you
too!"

   She stroked my hard-on through my slacks.

   "So what now?  Shall we get you cleaned you up?  I could start a nice
hot bath..."

   "Maybe later ...  just clean me up right here for now."

   "I'll get a warm rag." I started to get up, she pulled me back and
looked at me wickedly in the eyes.

   "No, Greg, use your mouth.  Clean me up with your mouth." She peered
right into my eyes to the depth of my soul.  "You see that's the final part
of my fantasy tonight.  That's why I'm laying here like this with my feet
propped

   up on these pillows.  That way his sperm wouldn't run out.  I told him
to deposit it deep for you."

   "You told him you were going to have me eat his cum from your...  your
asshole?!" I asked, humiliated by the knowledge that she was sharing her
desire for kinky behavior from her husband with another man.

   "Of course, and the pillows were his idea.  It really turned him on too.
During our final fuck, he kept going on and on about how he was going to
shoot a big load in there for you to eat out.  He even said that if he had
known, he wouldn't have cum twice in my mouth, and instead shot it in my
shithole, so there would be even more in there.  But I told him I would
have

   missed eating it myself."

   I just laid there in shock.  Then Mishi started to whisper in my ear,
with her still hoarse sexy voice, "Come on, Greg, you wanted to eat my
nasty shithole before.  Now here's your chance." I was still to stunned to
move.

   She was right of course, but not in this condition.  I started to
protest, "I know, I know, but..."

   "Greg, if you don't eat my shithole while its full of a black man's cum,
I wont let you watch next time.  Now do it!  I can't keep it up there much
longer." Now I was beginning on having second thoughts about watching her
fuck Luke.

   Mishi placed her hands on top of my head and used them to push my face
to her boiling asshole.  It was like I was in a trance, as I let her place
my head were she wanted it.  Soon I laid between her out stretched legs. 
She

   clasped my head over my ears with both hands and guided, not forced, my
mouth to her cum-filled shithole.  She reached back and spread her
asscheeks as far apart as she could.

   Before my lips even hit her shithole, I new I was hooked.  As strong as
the sex odor had been when I walked into the room, it was nothing

   compared to the pungent fumes of sperm and shit that drifted from her
hole.

   I dipped the tip of my tongue into the liquid that pooled at the gaping
opening of her

   shithole assrings.  After a few licks the sperm along her rosebud was
gone.  Then I locked my lips to her puckerhole and dove in for the rest.  I
loved it!  My lips and mouth and her shitty asshole were on fire with the
pungent black cock juice!

   As I started to suck out Luke's cum, Mishi yanked my head up by my hair.
Almost my entire face was covered in a film of sperm, and my open mouth was
half full of it.

   Mishi stared me right in the eyes, smiled wickedly, and whispered almost
soundlessly, "Swallow it!".  And I did.  With that she shoved my face back
down to her butt.

   Now I went berserk.  I licked the thickening lumps from the depths of
her shithole, and ass crack.  Before I was finished Mishi had cum again and
contracted her asshole muscles, which caused

   even more cum to squirt out of the depths of her bowels and fill my
mouth.

   Luke's long cock must have deposited a fucking pint deep within her!

   Just when I thought I had it all, Mishi told me to lie on my back.  She
then got up on her knees at straddled my face, her shithole about six
inches away.

   "Open wide," she practically sang.  When I did, she contracted her
stomach muscles and the biggest load yet plopped into my mouth.  I could

   actually watch it falling out in globs and stringy rivulets.  But then a
yellow liquid

   started running out of her ass, less viscous!

   "Oh yeah, after I told Luke about your dinner, he took a nice hot piss
up my ass!  He said he was mixing you a cocktail!  Get it?  Cock?  Tail?  "
She giggled and continued to squirt cum and piss in my mouth.  Some clung
to her open, inner shithole assrings.

   When the flow subsided, she lowered her butt onto my face so that I
would sweep it clean

   with my tongue deep inside and around the edges.  She leaned back and
watched me feast on the remaining juices.  I looked up at her and saw a big
shit-eating grin on her face; she also knew I was hooked.

   Then she farted- right in my mouth!  I could feel more of Luke's cum
splatter onto my tongue and I went crazy!  I glued my mouth to her asshole
and moaned as she practically shit Luke's cum into my mouth!

   Then, a hard lump came out, maybe by accident, maybe not, but she didn't
stop!  She shit right into my mouth!

   She looked down at me and hissed "Oh, FUCK!  Eat my shit you worthless
faggot!  Oh, GOD!  I can't wait to watch that big black dick fuck you up
the ass!  YESSS!!!" she must have cum again as she shit soggy turds in my
mouth!

   I was so turned on, I swallowed it all down!  I couldn't believe what I
was doing!  I had let my wife get ass-fucked by a big-dicked

   black man, sucked his cock, drank his piss, drank his cum and piss from
my wife's asshole, and now I was eating my wife's shit!  As she farted and
shitted in my mouth, I was so excited a that point that I couldn't hold
back any longer and

   came in my pants, without even being touched!

   Mishi didn't notice, however, she was too busy feeding me her shit!  It
shot all in my underwear, soaking them.  I groaned loudly through a
mouthful of shit into my wife's freshly-fucked asshole!  She contracted
again, and the final drops slid out.  I had gotten most of the shit in my
mouth, and swallowed all of Luke's deposits, but my face was practically
covered from ear to ear.

   Mishi leaned down and said, "Aaaah, you missed some.  Here, I'll help."

   With that she wiped her index finger across my face and then stuck in my
mouth to lick clean.  She continued this until my face was clean.

   Satisfied for now, Mishi crawled off my face and laid down.  Then I laid
down next to her and tried to kiss her.

   She looked at me and said "Don't kiss me; your breath is terrible." She
was exhausted, but just before she fell asleep, she said this was better
than in her wildest dreams.  I told her that I wished I could have been
there and watched.  She agreed; that way I could clean her shithole after
each of Luke's deposits were still fresh and she wouldn't have to struggle
to keep it from sliding out.  Then, of course, I would

   drink both their piss and eat both their shit.

   And when her ass was too sore, Luke would fuck MY ass like a two-dollar
whore!  I told her I couldn't wait!

   At that point, I got out of bed to get some covers for us and remove my
clothes, especially my own cum-filled pants.  Mishi saw this and took my
underwear and stuffed them in my mouth and told me to sleep that way
through the night,

   sucking my own cum out of my dirty underwear!

   Of course, I did and dreamt about Luke's return tomorrow night...

   To be continued in "The Misadventures of Mishi" and "The Perils of
Greggie-Poo"!