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Subject: Carol's Weekend Part 1<M/F/m>
Date: 28 Jul 1998 18:44:28 GMT

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			   Carol's Weekend
			       Part One

	`So how was your game last night?' she asked brightly as Ian
came into the kitchen. Without replying he walked over to the coffee
percolator and poured himself a cup before turning to face her, his
buttocks resting against the work surface.

	`OK,' she said, laughing, `so how much did you lose, #50,
#100. More?'

	His gaze induced a little flutter of concern in her stomach as
he slowly sipped his coffee.

	`Rather more than that I am afraid,' he said quietly. Dropping
his eyes to the floor he mumbled something that she could not catch.

	`How much?' she queried, her tone hardening a little.

	`I lost you,' he said quietly, unable to look at her.

	`What on earth do you mean, you lost me?' she replied, her
voice tinged with nervous humour.

	`It was the last play of the night,' he said, `I had an
incredible hand and the betting just kept going on and on, but I knew
I couldn't lose so I just kept on going. Eventually it was just me and
Frank left and the pot was massive. I ran out of money and the rules
state that you may not borrow from anyone around the table. Anyway
Frank said that he would offer me ten thousand against you'

	Carol stared at him disbelievingly, too horrified almost to
hear the outcome, yet knowing it already. `And you lost?' she
whispered.

	`Four tens to his four queens,' replied Ian. `I couldn't
believe it. Anyway I told Frank that I would deliver the cash to him
today but he just looked at me as if I had gone mad and told me that
the bet had been you not #10,000.'

	`And if I don't go to him, you lose the contract, is that it?'
Carol finished for him.

	Ian shook his head, miserably. She watched the tears roll down
his face and turned her gaze away from him not because she was ashamed
to see her husband cry but so that he could not guess at the flutter
of excitement that coursed through.

	For several minutes there was absolute silence before Carol
dared to speak.

	`What conditions am I supposed to accede to?' she asked in a
firm, businesslike tone.

	Ian started to tell her that they would not go through with it
but she cut him short, asking again what the conditions were.

	`We are supposed to go and stay with him at his house in the
country next weekend and he will have total control over us for
forty-eight hours.'

	`I see,' said Carol and stood and left the kitchen.

	In the bedroom, alone, she stood in front of the mirror and
opened her bathrobe letting it fall to the floor. She appraised
herself in the looking-glass and was proud of what she saw. A lean,
well-proportioned body with firm breasts, a flat stomach, long
athletic legs at the juncture of which lay her hairless pussy. Staring
at herself she reached down and touched her slit and as she knew it
would be, felt the wetness on her prominent lips.

	`So Frank is going to fuck me, eh?' she thought. And smiled.

	That evening she waited until Ian had settled in front of the
TV before she entered the room and stood in front of him.

	`I will go through with this,' she said in a tone that begged
no interruption, `on one understanding.

	`You chose to value me in a bet at ten thousand pounds with no
regard for me. Well I will do whatever Frank wants with no regard for
you, because I want to. Neither you nor any man could force me to
settle your bet against my will but in my settling it you will pay
dearly for having treated me this way. Do you understand?' Looking
down at her husband she saw him nod miserably before she turned and
left the room.

	On the Tuesday evening the phone rang during the morning.
Carol picked up the receiver and was surprised to find that it was
Frank.

	`Before you say anything, Carol will you please listen to what
I have to say?' he said in a calm tone.

	When she did not reply he spoke once more. `Ian has told me
that you have agreed to settle his outstanding debt to me but if you
say to me now that you do not wish to then I will say no more and
further I shall not cancel the contract with him.'

	There was a pause of several long seconds before Carol
replied. `I will clear the debt,' she said simply.

	`Wonderful,' Frank said calmly, `then I require you to do the
following. Get a pen and paper and jot this down so that you do not
forget.'

	Her heart pounding she cradled the phone between her ear and
shoulder and wrote down exactly what he said. When he had finished
speaking she said goodbye and set the phone down. She looked down and
self-consciously pulled her finger from her soaking pussy, fascinated
by the fact that it was there in the first place.

	Aroused beyond belief and amazed at her reaction she walked
over to the fridge and opened the door. Reaching inside she took out a
small cucumber and sinking to the floor she opened her robe, spread
her legs and slid the vegetable deep into her sopping cunt. Minutes
later she lay on the floor of her kitchen, gasping for air as the
dark, green phallus slipped from her engorged lips. Rarely had she
experienced such an intense orgasm.

				* * *

	Friday arrived with the inevitability of every other day and
after Ian left for work Carol packed their cases and set about
preparing herself for the events that lay ahead.

	When Ian returned she had everything ready and after a quick
snack they loaded the car and drove the two hour route to Frank's
weekend retreat. As their car crunched noisily over the gravel they
both saw Frank open the door of the large house and wave to them.
Stopping the car they both got out and after initial greetings were
done they unloaded the car and followed their host into the cool
hallway.

	`This way,' Frank commanded them, calmly, yet with an air that
was not easy to disobey as he led them up the flight of wide stairs to
the first floor. Opening a door on his right Frank stood back and
allowed Ian who was behind him to enter.

	`Give me Carol's suitcase, Ian,' he said quietly. There was a
short pause before Frank repeated the statement, an edge of hardness
entering his voice. Unable to look at him Ian handed over Carol's
case. Stepping back into the hall Frank stretched out his hand,
inviting Carol to proceed down the hall. Without looking at Ian she
did as she was invited.

	`Here we are,' said Frank stopping and opening a door that
gave onto a gloriously decorated master bedroom, dominated by an
enormous bed. Stepping past her he placed the case on a table against
one wall. `I will see you in thirty minutes downstairs,' he said
smiling warmly at her, `you will not speak to Ian from now on without
my express permission, nor will you touch him or allow him to touch
you in any way.'

	Carol let out her breath as the door closed behind him and
surveyed the room and its furnishings before she opened her suitcase
and found some space in the wardrobe to hang her clothes. She stared
at the large, sealed brown bag that lay at the bottom of the case and
picking it up placed it on the centre of the bed before finding the
en-suite bathroom and freshening herself up.

	Meanwhile Frank was standing in front of Ian in the guest
bedroom. `Remember, Ian, that I own both of you for the next forty-
eight hours. You will do exactly as I say at all times and without
hesitation. You know the consequences should you or Carol fail me in
any way.'

	As Ian nodded his head Frank took in the noticeable bulge in
Ian's trousers and smiled to himself.

	Carol found her way to the large drawing room exactly on time
to discover Frank sitting at a desk writing while the strains of a
Puccini opera floated softly through the room. Looking up at her
entrance he smiled warmly and beckoned her over to him. She came and
stood before him and closed her eyes as she felt his hands rest on the
outsides of her thighs.

	Slowly he raised her short summer frock until her high cut
white panties were fully displayed to him. Gently he massaged the
round, taut cheeks of her arse, watching intently as the fabric of her
knickers stretched tightly over her pudenda, perfectly outlining her
shaven lips. Ever so slowly, under his careful massage, a small dark
spot started to grow on the fabric.

	Behind her Frank saw Ian enter the room and stop abruptly as
he saw the powerfully built man caress his wife's perfect buttocks.

	`Go outside and return in five minutes, Ian,' ordered Frank.
Ian hesitated only briefly before he turned and left the room.

	`Carol, please kneel down and take out my cock,' he said
calmly, `and then if you would be good enough to suck it for me
please.'

	Carol sank, trancelike, to her knees and reached forward to
draw the zip of his trousers down. Reaching into his pants she seized
his cock and released it, unable to resist the little gasp that came
as she saw the size of his semi-erect member. Grasping it by the base
she lifted the heavy head to her mouth and slid her lips over it.

	Almost immediately she felt his tool begin to stiffen and grow
as she ran her mouth up and down its length, twirling her tongue
around its sensitive tip. She squirmed slightly as she felt her pussy
spasm and release a trickle of moisture into her rapidly dampening
panties.

	Ian was reasonably hung but Carol revelled in the sheer size
of Frank's cock, longer and thicker as it was. She felt Frank's hands
slide under her arms and gently lift her off her knees. Her mouth lost
contact with his prick and she frowned inwardly. She had expected to
suck his beautiful cock for a while more.

	`Take your panties off, Carol,' he told her, `and place them on
the edge of the desk.'

	Carol did as she was told, secretly revelling in the now
large, wet patch that clearly showed on the white cotton. Carefully
she placed them on the top of the desk before turning back to Frank
once more. Grasping her waist he pulled her towards him and she felt
the engorged knob of his manhood prod between her glistening lips as
he raised her skirt from behind.

	Gently yet firmly he drew her down and she moaned as she felt
him stretch her wide, driving his cock deeply into her until she was
sitting astride him.

	`Stay perfectly still,' he said quietly as he arranged her
skirt demurely over her thighs so that it was impossible to see
anything untoward in their position.

	At that moment Ian returned and Frank swung the office chair
around until the pair of them faced him as he stood uncertainly in the
doorway. `Sit in that chair, Ian,' said Frank motioning to an armchair
directly in front of them.

	Silently Ian did as he was told. Carol watched her husband sit
down, his eyes flickering between the floor and the united couple in
front of him. Abruptly he saw her panties on the desk and Carol
distinctly saw his cock twitch in his trousers as he realised the full
situation.

	The faintest of moans escaped her lips as she felt Frank's
cock pulse strongly in her cunt and her urge to rise and fall on his
prick was almost intolerable yet his hands held her waist firmly,
resisting her attempts to move the monster between her lips.

	Then suddenly he moved in her, pulling her effortlessly
upwards before letting her fall back onto his slick tool. Carol tasted
blood as she bit her lip. Pain and ecstasy mingled for her as he drove
his cock deeper into her than she had ever had one before. Again and
again she felt herself rise and fall and she leaned forward slightly,
resting her hands on her knees as his giant cock filled her soaking
passage.

	She opened her eyes as she heard Ian grunt and saw him shift
uncomfortably in his chair, his trousers tenting at the front.

	`See how your husband loves to see his beautiful wife get
fucked by a proper cock,' exclaimed Frank with a touch of amusement in
his voice. Sure enough as Carol watched she saw a stain spread on the
front of his trousers and realised that her husband had just
ejaculated. A small tinge of compassion for her husband was swept away
as Frank hauled her down once more onto his cock.

	On and on he pounded into her, seemingly oblivious to the
sensations she knew her tight cunt must be producing for him and still
she heard his breathing steady and normal until all sound for her was
drowned out in the scream of ecstasy she uttered as wave after wave of
climax swept over her. Frank held her tightly as she shuddered and
trembled on his lap, feeling her juice spurt out from her plugged cunt
to dampen his thighs.

	Without effort he lifted her off him, his prick exiting her
with a lewd sucking sound that carried clearly to Ian.

	`Take your clothes off Ian and your delectable wife will clean
you,' Frank ordered and watched as Ian stood and discarded his garments
until he stood naked in front of his kneeling wife, droplets of come
matting his pubic hair to his groin.

	`When you have finished with Ian join me on the terrace
outside Carol. Ian you may go to your room.' With that Frank tucked
his wilting prick into his trousers and left through the french
windows.

	Ten minutes later Carol joined him as he leaned over the
balcony. `Thank-you Frank,' she said simply. He turned and smiled at
her then looked out over the beach and the people who passed before
them.

	Ian watched them from his window as they stood close to each
other, talking. His emotions lay in tatters realising just how much it
had turned him on to see his wife ride that big prick. Incredible.

	As he watched he saw Frank's hand slide down Carol's shapely
back and rest for a moment on her covered behind but it stayed still
only for a moment or two before pushing the fabric up over her waist
to expose her beautiful, firm buttocks. Ian realised that anyone
glancing from the beach towards them must be able to see his wife's
bare pussy and the thought swelled his rapidly hardening cock still
further.

	He was fully hard when, after dipping his forefinger into
Carol's wet cunt, Frank slid it forcefully into her anus causing her
to cry out at the pain and arousal of its entry. Slowly and casually
his finger wormed in and out of her as she struggled to control her
breathing.

	Supporting herself on the balustrade, Carol felt her knees
weaken as her breath began to come in little pants. The sensations he
was inducing in her were breathtaking and she kept biting her lip to
suppress her moans, acutely aware that any loud noise would
undoubtedly draw attention to them from the passing people not thirty
yards away on the beach.

	Very soon Carol shuddered into another orgasm, not so intense
as before but nonetheless very pleasurable. Once she had recovered she
straightened up and announced that she needed the lavatory.

	Frank smiled at her, his finger still hooked in her arse. `By
all means, Carol,' he said with a broad smile. As she turned to go his
finger bent a little in her arse and she stopped abruptly. `Here,' he
said.

	Carol turned slowly and looked into the man's eyes. She could
not believe that he had said that and there was no way that she was
going to pee there on the balcony for anyone to see but his eyes held
hers steadily and she felt her resolve ebb away as she realised that
he was perfectly serious.

	Some minutes later Ian sprayed his watery spunk onto the
window as he saw his wife release her stream where she stood. Once
more the pure eroticism of the situation had proved too much and
control had deserted him.

	Downstairs Carol closed her eyes as she felt her hot liquid
fall from her legs to splash around her ankles. Despite herself she
felt so highly charged that she wondered if she was going to pass out.
Her nipples ached to be released from the confines of her dress and
her clitoris seemed almost to be vibrating of its own accord so
sensitive was it.

	Pulling her around in front of him, Frank turned his back on
the beach and opened his zip. Despite the fact that his body obscured
her as he pushed her to her knees Carol had never felt so lewd in all
her life. Here she was about to go down on a practical stranger in
broad daylight, within calling distance of perhaps ten people.

	Not even a whore would take a risk like this she thought to
herself as she engulfed his fat cock in her willing mouth. She knew
though that her pussy was practically on fire with this new feeling
and despite herself she was unbelievably aroused.

	Reaching up she began to pump his cock with her small hand as
she worked her tongue frenziedly around his shaft.

	As if reading her mind Frank suddenly spoke, `Suck it you
tart. Take my cock all the way in like a #100 whore.' Carol renewed
her frenzied attack on the head of his cock as the words tumbled over
her. Recognising the lack of malice in the abuse did nothing to
alleviate the added thrill it gave to the situation.

	`That's it slut, suck my cock,' he continued, `taste it you
fucking whore,' again and again he used the words and each time seemed
to have more effect than the last until Carol's cunt juice was
flooding down her thighs as her hand rubbed hard at her clitoris.

	Just as she came she felt him shudder. `Do not swallow,' he
said clearly before firing an incredible amount of hot cum into her
aching mouth.

	Despite his order she had to swallow a little while more
squeezed around the edge of his prick and rolled down her cheeks.
Pulling his cock out of her he dragged her limp body to her feet and
kissed her lips before moving behind her so that once more she was on
show to anyone who cared to look in their direction.

	She felt his breath hot on her neck as he breathed into her
ear. `Now you may,' he whispered. In a trance Carol let his warm spunk
slide down her throat only dimly aware that she had never swallowed
Ian's cum before in their entire time together.

	Taking her hand he led her back into the main room of the
house where he fixed them both a long cooling drink. Once seated he
watched Carol as she struggled to come to terms with the events of the
last few hours and was pleased when he saw her eyes grow calm. Telling
her to finish her drink he then ordered her to the bedroom that they
were to share for the next two nights.

	Once upstairs Carol stripped off and went through to the
bathroom to shower whilst Frank sat on the bed and opened up the bag
that she had bought. In it were several different items that he had
told her to buy at an extremely seedy shop in one of the more run down
areas of the city where they lived.

	Presently Carol came through, wrapped in a towel. Immediately
she saw the items spread out on the bed she blushed causing Frank to
smile at her obvious embarrassment.

	`Come here Carol,' he said, holding out his hand to her. She
approached the bed and as she reached him he stood up and gently
catching her around the waist bent her over the bed. Carol watched,
fascinated, as the big man reached onto the bed and took a tube of KY
jelly.

	Guessing what was coming next she relaxed her body only to
tense briefly as she felt the coldness of the jelly liberally smeared
onto her tight puckered anus. `Relax,' she heard his say softly and a
moment later she felt the blunt tip of the dildo she had seen him take
from the bed rest against her tight hole.

	Taking a deep breath she concentrated hard on relaxing her
sphincter as she felt him gently yet firmly work the fat rubber cock
into her anus. At one point its sheer width caused her to cry out but
in the same moment she felt the rest of it slide into her until only
the t-bar was left visible. He stroked her bottom for a moment before
helping her to straighten up.

	Gingerly she adjusted her position and found that apart from
the feeling of fullness it gave her she could move freely and without
discomfort. Turning her around he pushed her gently onto the bed and
carefully slipped a pair of heavy chrome balls into her cunt. Finally
he held out a pair of thin rubber panties that she had not seen before
and told her to put them on.

	`Finish getting dressed and then go downstairs and wait for
us,' he said in a hushed voice that did not quite hide his excitement.
With that he left the room.

	When she had readied herself she went down the long flight of
stairs and as no-one was about made herself a gin and tonic, settling
on the settee to await developments.

	As she sat she was very aware of the items he had placed in
her and the heat she was experiencing from the tight rubber pants she
wore. Everytime she moved little pleasurable tremors flicked though
her body.

	Twenty minutes later the two men walked into the room. Ian was
dressed in unbelievably tight jeans that did nothing to hide the bulge
of his cock and a dark, mustard coloured shirt. Frank was dressed in
an expensive cream coloured suit under which he wore a shirt and tie.

	`Shall we go?' he said amiably and turned to leave the room.
Rising too quickly Carol let out a small yelp of pleasure as the balls
moved in her hot pussy and she stumbled past Ian, ignoring his curious
gaze.

	Frank told her to get in the back of the car with him and
handed the keys to Ian telling him to drive and warning him not to
drink any alcohol that night.

	The run into the local town took ten minutes but after just a
couple Carol was squirming in the back seat as each time the car
passed over a bump in the road the butt plug dipped a little deeper
into her.

	Once parked the couple followed Frank until he turned down a
dark alley and stopped outside an innocuous door. Tapping gently on it
in an obviously coded way, he stepped back and a second later the door
swung open.

	The three of them stood in the dimly lit foyer until a girl,
dressed in a black leather basque and stockings arrived and led them
to a table close to a small stage. Frank ordered a bottle of wine for
them and shortly afterwards it was delivered to the table by the same
girl who had let them in. She explained that she was there to see to
their every need for the evening. Frank smiled knowingly.

	Suddenly Carol jumped in her seat and groaned out loud. Ian
along with everyone else in the small room stared inquisitively at her
as she sat rigid, her hands pressed firmly on the table top staring
desperately down to her legs. After a moment she seemed to relax and
with a gasp she slumped back into her chair, looking hard at Frank who
simply smiled and took his hand out of his pocket.

	She could hear the other guests talking and laughing and
somehow knew that she was the centre of every conversation in the
room. She saw Ian look at her speculatively as she stood up and asked
the girl where the lavatory was. Once directed she moved off across
the dimly lit room.

	Frank caught the waitress by the arm, whispered in her ear and
watched as she followed Carol across the room.

	When she reached the ladies room Carol found a cubicle and sat
down. Raising her skirt she pulled the front of the black, rubber
panties down and looked at the small cord that extended out of her
pussy. Just as she did the door of the cubicle swung open and Carol
saw the waitress swiftly enter, closing the door behind her.

	`Excuse me,' Carol said angrily, `I am using this lavatory at
the moment. Would you kindly get out.'

	`I will when you have finished,' smiled the girl, `I am here
to make sure that you do not remove anything that you shouldn't.'

	Carol knew there was no point in protesting and sighed deeply.
`Be my guest,' she snapped and with that pulled the panties down and
proceeded to sit down on the lavatory. Angrily she stared at the young
woman who stood close to her and her anger increased as she saw the
girl simply smile back.

	With difficulty Carol managed to pee before she stood up, re-
arranged her underwear and pushed past the waitress with a curt,
`Happy?'

	She was halfway back across the room when the love balls
buried in her pussy burst, once more, into life. Carol's knees buckled
and she would have fallen but for the fact that she managed to steady
herself on the shoulders of a man sitting close to her. Unable to
speak she was aware of the curious look on the man's face as she
leant against him panting for breath.

	As suddenly as it had started the intense vibration stopped
and Carol managed to rise. Muttering sorry to the man who now wore an
amused expression she walked carefully to her table. As she sat she
looked hard at Frank who merely grinned and slid his hand into his
pocket. This time she felt the plug in her arse pulse and once more
she was reduced instantly to a breathless, moaning mess.

	For the next half hour they sat, barely speaking, drinking
wine and sampling the little delicacies that the waitress brought to
their table. Suddenly the lights dimmed and a soft light spread over
the stage drawing their attention to it.

	A moment later two women appeared on the stage and to applause
from the audience began to strip and fondle each other. The audience
watched as the two girls went through a standard lesbian scene, ending
with them sixty-nining each other to orgasm.

	Carol noticed Ian squirming in his seat as the girls performed
and could clearly see his tightly constrained cock bulge against the
material of his jeans.

	After a small pause the girls left the stage to applause to be
replaced by two men who proceeded to copy the act of the two girls.
Carol had never seen two men together like this and although it was
not entirely to her taste she found the scene strangely erotic.

	Several more acts followed, each more exciting to her than the
previous, almost as if the whole show had been aimed at bringing her
to a pitch of excitement. Several times Frank had activated the items
in her which she now realised were radio-controlled and she knew that
her pants were awash with her own secretions.

	On stage a beautiful girl was sucking the enormous prick of a
stunning black man whilst she plunged a dildo in and out of her slick
pussy. Carol could not believe that the girl could possibly be acting
as she slid sideways onto the floor of the stage and fucked herself
mercilessly to orgasm, groaning and screaming in her delight while the
black man stood watching her a grin on his lips.

	As the girl lay there whimpering Frank leaned forward to
Carol. `Finish him,' he said simply.

	Dazed and aroused at her own sexual frustration Carol moved
like an automaton to the front of the stage. The black man advanced
and held his cock proudly out in front of him. Without a word Carol
took his massive hardness in her mouth and began to suck.

	The audience watched in absolute silence as this beautiful
woman who they did not know fellated the actor for their pleasure...
It did not last long and with a broad grin the man jetted his spunk
into the girl's mouth, pulling his cock out halfway through to shoot a
wad of hot come into her face. The audience went wild as the lights
dimmed and Carol slumped back into her chair.

	Frank leaned forward and Carol felt him slip the straps of her
dress over her shoulders to reveal her creamy tits to the entire
gathering. Ian had never seen his wife's nipples so hard before. Then
to the delight of the audience Carol brought her fingers to her face,
wiped the man's come off her cheek and massaged it into her breasts.

	`Ian,' said Frank evenly, `go and get your wife some tissues
from the men's room.' With a desperate look at his wife Ian did as he
was told and limped away across the floor.

	Turning her chair to face him Frank addressed the blonde. `We
can leave now Carol,' he said earnestly, `or we can stay. Needless to
say, if we do stay you are going to be the centre of attention for the
rest of the evening.'

	Carol stood and for a moment Frank thought that he had
misjudged her and that she was going to leave. She stood looking at
Frank for a long moment and then with an elegant wiggle she let her
dress drop to the floor. There was a moment's silence before the room
erupted in applause at the sight of this gorgeous woman standing
amongst them clad only in a pair of rubber panties and high heels.

	Reaching up Frank firmly grasped her stiff nipples and pulled
her down to kiss her, smiling as he did so. When she stood upright
once more she realised that she was more aroused than she had ever
been in her life before. Ian watched as his wife stepped up onto the
stage and in full view of everyone slowly drew the rubber pants down
her long legs.

	Silence rained as she drew the two chrome balls from her pussy
and lasciviously licked them clean before tossing them to Frank who
caught and pocketed them in one deft movement. Then she stepped down
from the raised platform.

	Imperiously she looked around the room until her eyes found
Ian. Pointing at him she beckoned him towards her. Hesitantly he
approached the magnificent form of his wife, sweat glazing his
forehead. Meekly he stood there as she undid his jeans and in full
view of the assembly wrapped her fist around his straining prick and
led him to the stage.

	Pushing him onto his back she straddled his stiff prick and
then sank down unerringly onto it so that in one fluid motion it was
engulfed by her sopping pussy. Slowly and easily she began to ride her
husband for the entertainment of the audience who had a perfect view
of his knob sliding in and out of her hole.

From: bunda1@aol.com (Bunda1)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Subject: Carol's Weekend Part II <M/F/m>
Date: 28 Jul 1998 18:45:14 GMT

			   Carol's Weekend
			       Part Two

	An elegant woman in her early forties stood up and walked to
the front of the stage and leaning forward gently licked Carol's tits
for a moment or two before going on her way to the ladies room. Ian
felt his balls contract painfully and he shot his remaining spunk up
into his wife's hot hole.

	After a moment Carol stood, watery cum dripping from her pussy
and reaching between her legs caught some in her palm and licked it
off. Then she twisted at the waist and looked lovingly at her husband.
`Sorry,' she mouthed before turning to the audience once more.

	The look of challenge was clear for all to see.

	From the back of the room a middle-aged man stood up and
strode forward. Without a word he grasped Carol and lifted her easily
off the stage. Silently he turned her and pushed her down so that her
arse was raised high and her tits were squashed onto the carpeted
floor of the stage. Without pre-amble he whipped his hard cock out of
his trousers and slammed it into Carol's dripping cunt.

	Savagely he rammed in and out of her making her moan and groan
with the sheer power of his thrusts. Frank watched as this demure,
beautiful suburban wife shoved her hips back to meet the hard thrusts
of the complete stranger, her husband lying on the stage, jeans around
his ankles, grimacing as his tortured penis began to swell again.

	On and on the man fucked her as she called out obscenely,
urging him to shaft her deeper and harder until with a loud shout he
straightened and pumped his seed deep into her.

	As Frank watched another man came forward and, turning her on
her back, took over where the first man had left off. As he pistoned
into her Frank turned on the butt plug and Carol let out a scream of
pure pleasure as her body was wracked by her convulsing climax.

	Man after man took her that evening, ramming her cum filled
twat, tweaking her nipples, mauling her tits and, as each one fell away,
she called out for more. In her frenzied state she willingly tongued
out the cunt of more than one woman who climbed onto the stage and
lowered themselves onto her face.

	Hot cum ran down her thighs, between the cheeks of her arse
and puddled under her buttocks. Her cunt glistened under a coating of
sticky spunk as she screamed out in total wanton abandonment. And all
the while her husband and Frank watched.

	Eventually it had to end and, when the last man had withdrawn
from her, she lay still on her back, gasping.

	Slowly she raised herself and walked over to Frank. Once more
she lowered her face to his and kissed him hard. `Thank-you,' she
whispered into his ear.

	Frank stood and, signalling to Ian to follow, he walked her out
of the club to the rapturous applause of the assembled patrons. Naked,
she followed him down the alley, cum running down her legs, to the
car. As she climbed into the back seat of the car, Frank smiled at the
serene smile that lit her face.

	When they reached Frank's house he helped her out of the car
and together they walked onto the terrace with Ian following. Without
a word Ian sank to his knees and gently parted his wife's thighs.

	Gently and carefully he licked and cleaned her enflamed,
distended red pussy. When he had finished he stood up and left them,
returning to his room without a word.

	Frank reached between her legs and carefully pulled the butt
plug from her arse. She looked at him and lust returned to her eyes.
`I know,' he said quietly and undid the zipper of his trousers to free
his cock.

	She took it in her hand and gently massaged it to stiffness
before leaning down and wetting it with her mouth. Then she bent over
the balcony and spread her arse cheeks very deliberately. Frank moved
behind her and slid his hot cock into her expanded anus.

	Despite the stretching it had received all evening, she groaned
aloud as she felt his length force into her. Slowly and carefully he
slid it in and out of her as she trembled under him. For what seemed
like hours they maintained the position, watching the setting sun go
down as he maintained a slow rhythm that induced one small climax
after another in her. Eventually she heard him moan softly and she
smiled as she felt him pump his cum into her.

				* * *

	Carol awoke the next morning and, rolling over, looked at the
man who had so completely taken control of her. Gently she pushed the
sheet aside to reveal his strong legs and she lay looking at his fat,
limp cock capping his heavy balls. She reached between her own legs
and gently massaged her aching cunt for a few minutes before getting
off the bed and going into the bathroom where she stood under the
shower for half an hour.

	When she returned Frank was sitting up on the bed drinking a
cup of tea. `Are you alright?' he asked gently.

	`How did you know?' she replied, kneeling on the bed at his
feet.

	`I didn't,' he grinned, `for sure that is. I just had a hunch
that you wanted to experience something more than you have had before.
It appears that I was right.'

	`What I cannot believe is how excited Ian is about all this,'
she said, her voice trembling ever so slightly. `I mean watching his
wife turn in to the biggest slut of all time.'

	Frank smiled and reached forward to her. He pulled her across
his thighs and, without a word, she began to gently grind her pussy over
his prick. Soon it began to swell and, when he was hard, Carol reached
between them and guided it into her wet pussy, wincing as it stretched
her still sore cunt. Frank pulled her down so that her tits squashed
against her chest and she slowly and carefully slid up and down his
rigid tool.

	`Ian,' Frank called. A moment later the door opened and in he
walked. `Lick your wife's beautiful arsehole,' he ordered and Ian
immediately dropped onto the bed and began to probe her anus with his
tongue, initiating moans of lust from his wife.

	Frank reached down and spread the cheeks of her arse. `Put
your cock in,' he said quietly to Ian.

	Without a word Ian undid his jeans and took out his prick.
Rubbing saliva over its knob he placed it against her crinkled hole
and, as Carol slid back down Frank's tool, he pushed. Carol bit Frank's
shoulder hard as she felt the second prick enter her body. The intense
feeling of being filled overwhelmed her and tears slid down her cheek
as she slowly drew forwards so that both cocks only just remained
inside her.

	She held Frank's gaze for a long moment, smiled and pushed
back as hard as she could. Her scream of pain and delight filled the
room as she felt the two men slam back into her. The feeling was
indescribable to her and she repeated the act.

	`C'mon boys fuck me like the slut I am,' she called, `fuck my
cunt, fuck my ass, fuck me, you hot bastards.' Again and again she
rammed herself back before pulling herself forward and screaming at
them to fuck her. A torrent of words fell from her mouth as she goaded
them to fill her fuller with their meat. Frank took her left nipple in
his mouth and held it secure in his teeth as she bucked furiously on
the two cocks.

	Screaming, moaning, and thrashing wildly, she entered her
biggest ever orgasm as Ian splashed the inside of her arse with his
cum and she was only dimly aware of the hot gush of Frank's spunk in
her cunt.

	With a loud moan she slumped forward onto Frank's chest,
twitching as Ian's cock was pulled from her. Frank held her tight and
stroked her hair as she slowly came down from the pinnacle she had so
recently climbed. With a flick of his head he instructed Ian to leave
the room. Ian did as he was told. Frank held her like this for an hour
as she slept; all the while his long cock remained snugly between her
swollen lips.

	Eventually she stirred and the first thing she saw was his
contented smile. `Had enough?' he asked. Smiling, she shook her head.
Frank slapped her arse and rolled her off him, laughing and shaking his
head.

	Downstairs they gathered in the kitchen for breakfast of
coffee and croissants. `After breakfast Ian, you will return home,'
said Frank in a tone that brooked no argument. `Carol will be returned
to you, unharmed, at 6.00pm tomorrow evening.' Ian looked miserably to
his wife who smiled reassuringly at him before resuming her coffee. A
few minutes later Ian had left the table and ten minutes after that
they heard the wheels of his car crunching on the gravel as he drove
away.

	After the two of them had finished breakfast Frank led Carol
back upstairs and made her lie on the bed. He went into the bathroom
and returned a minute later with a small tub from which he took a
white substance. Carefully he applied the ointment to Carol's red
labia and then he sat back. For a moment she lay there and then she
started to writhe on the bed as she felt her cunt start to burn almost
unbearably. For a full minute she moaned and sobbed as pain flooded
through her but then she felt her pussy cool and a few moments later
she felt entirely renewed, all pain and soreness having left her.

	Carefully Frank wiped the rest of the ointment from her lips
and then, bending his head, he lapped gently at her pussy, worming his
tongue in and out of her rapidly moistening hole. Shifting round on
the bed, he brought his cock up to Carol's mouth and she did not need
to be asked to wrap her lips around its fullness.

	Frank nibbled Carol's clit carefully, tugging and teasing it
before dipping his tongue back into her wet slot. As he did this he
used his chin to bring pressure onto her inflamed nub and she bucked
under him as he worked her into a passionate frenzy. Needing air, Carol
moved her lips off his rampant tool and breathed deeply. She caught
the scent of his cock, a mixture of her cream and his and she moaned
aloud in wanton abandonment, bringing her tongue up between the cheeks
of his bottom until she found his tight anus.

	Boldly she made her tongue rigid and poked it at his hole. She
felt him shiver and attack her pussy with renewed vigour. Enjoying the
reward of her assault, she grabbed his hips and drew her mouth firmly
against his arsehole. As he felt her contact on this sensitive area,
Frank went wild, eating her pussy harder and harder, twisting and
pulling at her hard clit which in turn increased her arousal, so that
in a few moments the two of them were thrashing around on the bed
glued to each other as they brought each other higher and higher.

	Releasing his hips, Carol squashed her breasts around his
impressive knob and squeezed hard, using her tits to wank him as he
buried his tongue deep into her fiery twat. All the while she licked
at his anus until, with a shudder, she felt him shoot hot cum all over
her belly. Her smile of victory was short-lived as she entered the
sublime arena of her own climax and the two of them panted and moaned
in unison as wave upon wave of pleasure engulfed them.

	Later when they had calmed they lay wrapped in each other's
arms, kissing tenderly and stroking each other gently, warmed by the
sun that streamed through the open bedroom window listening to the
birds wheel and dive outside.

	Eventually Frank got up, showered and put on a pair of shorts
and a T-shirt. Returning to the bedroom he looked admiringly at the
sexy woman lying on his bed. `Get up,' he ordered her, `and get
dressed.'

	Then he turned to the wardrobe and selected a short cotton
frock and tossed it to her as she swung her legs over the side of the
bed. `You won't need underwear,' he grinned.

	`You are joking,' she said as she slipped the dress over her
shoulders, `look how short this thing is.'

	The dress was indeed short and barely covered half her thighs.
Additionally, due to the loose fit, at certain times and at certain
angles, it was easy to see her full tits through the armholes. Lastly,
although Carol did not realise this, when she stood in the sunlight
Frank was able to see right through the thin fabric. `Perfect,' he
said.

	Taking her by the arm he led her down the path onto the beach
and they strolled along the sand past the scattering of holiday
makers. Seeing a young couple lying, sunbathing, Frank purposefully
walked close by them so that when the reclining man opened his eyes as
they their shadows fell over him he was treated to a perfect view of
Carol's bare arse as it swayed under her dress.

	His girlfriend, also observing this, muttered, `Tart,' and
slapped her boyfriend hard. Carol's cheeks reddened at the term but
inwardly she found herself excited at the thought of the stranger
seeing her nakedness. When they were thirty yards behind them Frank
very deliberately lifted the hem of her frock so that the young man
received a final, very welcome view of Carol's perfect behind.

	Carol turned crimson but her pace did not falter and she made
no effort to push the skirt back down. Presently they found a secluded
place amongst the rocks inhabited y only an old man who sat patiently
attending his fishing rod.

	Carefully Frank positioned Carol so that the old man could see
her out of the corner of his eye, although the fisherman appeared not
to realise they were there. For some time they sat quietly, Frank's
arm around her shoulders.

	`Raise your skirt and masturbate,' he said in his simple
authoritative manner. Carol knew at this moment that she was utterly
powerless to resist the whims of this strange man who sat beside her.

	He watched quietly as she raised the front of her frock and,
spreading her legs, slid her right hand down over her pubis. Closing
her eyes, she ran her fingers lightly over her lips, acutely aware of
the old man not ten yards from where she sat. Gradually familiar
feelings began to course through her as she dipped her fingers gently
into her saturated cunt.

	Bringing her left hand down, she rubbed at her clitoris as she
curled the fingers of her right into her pussy to rub at the wall
behind her pubic bone. Occasionally the feeling was so intense that
she shivered and groaned. `Open your eyes, Carol,' she heard him
whisper.

	Knowing what she would see she slowly did as she was told and
saw the old man watching her intently, all thoughts of his previous
occupation gone, he made no pretence about watching this beautiful
girl frig herself in front of him. Carol held his gaze as her fingers
roamed over and in her pussy, spreading her copious juice all over her
shining, bare cunt.

	She watched as he quietly slid his hand down the front of his
old jeans and rubbed his cock through the hard material. Pure lust
swept over her as she thrust three fingers deep into her pussy and
then slowly withdrew them before bringing them to her mouth. Frank
seized her wrist and changed her direction and it was his mouth that
licked the glistening juice from her.

	The old man shifted around to watch more easily as Carol
returned her fingers to her pussy and humped them into herself in
short, sharp thrusts. Emboldened by the relative seclusion and the
spectacle he was witnessing, he released his cock from his trousers and
began to rub it expertly. This pushed Carol to another plane as she
attacked her own pussy feverishly.

	At a sign from Frank, the old man stood up and hobbled
awkwardly over to stand in front of Carol. Frank watched as the old
man devoured the sight before him, furiously rubbing his old member
until, with a gurgling groan, he splattered the front of Carol's dress
with a surprising amount of come. Carol stepped over the edge into
that familiar world of her own orgasm, her eyes tight shut as she
ground down on her fingers.

	When she opened her eyes again, a minute later, the old man
had returned to where he had been sitting. As Carol and Frank rose to
leave, he smiled gratefully at them and waved farewell. Carol searched
her memory to find the last time that she had felt as sexually
fulfilled as this man beside her had accomplished. The answer when it
came back was never.

	On they strolled until they came to a cafe/bar on the edge of
the beach. Entering, it took some moments for their eyes to adjust to
the gloom of the small place. Taking a table, they enjoyed the coolness
afforded them by the shade and sipped at the long cool drinks that
Frank had ordered.

	Their attention centred on a couple sitting at another table.
The man was short, balding and running to fat, the woman, tall with a
pinched face and unkempt hair dragged into a bun. The woman was
berating the glum looking man for having forgotten to pack her
sunglasses. On and on she went, all the while the man sat meekly
accepting the verbal assault.

	Finally the woman rose and stalked out, stopping at the door
and telling him not to forget to pay the bill. Carol and Frank watched
as he rose slowly and walked over to the counter. They heard him ask
where the toilet was as he handed over the money to the cashier.

	Instantly Frank was on his feet and, dragging Carol behind him,
he crossed the floor and entered the door marked `Gentlemen'. Quickly
he closed the door and pushed Carol into one of the two cubicles in
the small room.

	A moment or two later the small man entered the room and
stepped up to the urinal to relieve himself. When he had finished, he
turned to the sink, nodding a greeting at Frank as men do in public
lavatories. Having washed his hands, the man dried them and turned to
leave. As he did so Frank grasped his arm firmly and literally shoved
him into the cubicle.

	The man stared in utter disbelief at Carol, who, sensing what
was to take place, had taken off her skimpy dress and now stood naked,
wearing only a welcoming smile. Not giving the man a chance to say
anything, she yanked at his shorts and allowed his prick to jump free.

	Carol sank to her knees and took the man's prick in her hot
mouth, surprised at the respectable size of the small man's organ.
Deftly she sucked on his length, delighted to feel it stiffen
instantly under the ministrations of her wicked tongue. Within a
minute the man had swelled to full stiffness.

	Not allowing him a moment to think, she stood up and steered
him to the toilet seat, pushing him in the chest so that he fell back,
his cock rising out of a tangle of pubic hair. Grabbing his cock, she
rubbed the head against her hot twat and, without a pause, slid down on
his rigid length.

	As his tool sank straight into her wet cunt, the man couldn't
hold back and uttered his first and last words. `Fucking hell.'

	He lasted less than a minute as Carol furiously rode up and
down on his cock and, the moment she felt his come flood into her, she
pulled herself upright, grabbed her dress and slipping it back on,
left the room. A moment later she returned to the shell-shocked man,
who hadn't moved, and, leaning down, kissed him lightly on the cheek.
Grinning she turned and rejoined Frank in the main area of the cafe.

	As they left, they bumped into the haughty wife who asked them
if they had seen her husband in the cafe. Carol screamed with laughter
and ran off down the path, shaking with mirth. Frank sauntered after
her, smiling broadly at the confused woman.

	When finally Frank caught up with her, she hung around his
neck, crying with laughter. `That was the wildest thing I think I have
ever done,' she sobbed through her tears. He smiled and stroked her
hair tenderly as they turned to walk back towards the house. Carol
burst into hysterical laughter as they once more passed the couple
from the bar. She glared and he smiled. Over their laughter they both
clearly heard the man tell the woman to, `... bloody well fuck off
back to your mother's then.'

	Once they were back in the seclusion of the house, Carol went
to the bathroom and quickly strip washed to remove the dried semen of
the small man from her thighs. Returning to the living area downstairs,
she saw that Frank was talking to someone. As she entered the room, the
other person turned and Carol saw that she was a cute looking woman
with short, red hair, perhaps thirty years old. At her feet sat a large
black case.

	`Carol, this is Jen,' Frank introduced them to each other. `Jen
is here to lend us a hand, so to speak.' As he spoke, he beckoned them
to follow him. Jen smiled and picked up the case.

	Frank opened a door that led into a large room that Carol had
not been in before. It had in the centre a large table and, to one side,
there was an equally large settee. It appeared that this was a study
of some kind and Carol saw that it had large picture windows looking
out over the sea. Frank strode over to the windows and, at the flick of
a switch, curtains glided across the glass so that, almost at once, the
room was plunged into darkness.

	Next he turned on a set of lights that bathed the room in a
luxurious glow. Finally, he retrieved a large mahogany, brass bound
box, gesturing to Carol to join him. She walked across the soft carpet
to his side.

	`You are about to indulge in the ultimate form of
exhibitionism, Carol,' Frank said quietly. `You are about to be a
star.' He paused for effect and nodded towards Jen.

	Carol turned slowly and her eyes grew steadily wider as she
saw what Jen was doing. At that moment, she was affixing a video camera
to a tripod and Carol saw that she had already rigged two portable
lights aimed at the table. She turned back to Frank and stared in
disbelief at his tranquil face.

	`Two copies,' he said quietly, `one for my collection and the
other for you.' Then, strangely, he held out his hand and, grasping
hers, shook it. She smiled at him then. A smile of total wanton sexual
ecstasy.

	`Open the box and start when you are ready,' he whispered in
her ear before turning and seating himself on the settee in front of
the table.

	`One moment,' she said and ran out of the room.

	One moment was twenty minutes but when she returned the sight
that befell Frank's eyes was worth the wait.

	Carol stood in a black cocktail dress, black stockings and
black high heels. Her blonde hair was curled on top of her head and
she had applied the most subtle of make-up that enhanced every aspect
of her beauty. Even her walk had altered to a graceful slide so that,
as she crossed the room, she did not appear to move a muscle. Frank
watched transfixed.

	When she reached the table, she turned. leant her buttocks
against the edge and swung herself up onto the surface. Rising to her
feet, she began to sway to some subtle rhythm, gyrating her hips and
pushing out her breasts as her hands slid over her thighs and across
her smooth belly.

	On she went on dancing like someone in a trance, her fingers
raising the hem of her dress every so often to reveal the tops of the
sheer stockings she was wearing. All the while Jen recorded the action
on videotape. Carol's motions became more daring and she pushed her
dress up until it remained rucked around her waist to reveal a pair of
black cotton, high-cut panties.

	Delicately she traced the prominent outline of her full pussy
lips through the fine fabric, occasionally pushing it up into her
sticky slit so that soon the material showed her excitement through
the tell-tale damp patch. On and on she went, pushing the flimsy dress
higher until, with a fluid movement, she drew it over her head and threw
it to the floor to reveal her naked breasts.

	The woman on the table looked quite staggering as she swayed
to her own music. Jen found that she had a hand down the front of her
jeans as she taped the action in front of her.

	Carol bent down and opened the box, reached in and withdrew a
gold-tipped vibrator. The thing buzzed into life and she rolled the
tip over her taut nipples, moaning softly to herself as delicious
tremors ran through her. With a savage wrench, she ripped her panties
off and sank to her knees, legs spread wide, showing her glorious pussy
to the camera.

	She looked at Frank and smiled as she saw that he had his
penis in his hand and was slowly pulling on it. She sighed as she ran
the vibrator deep into her pussy and she stayed like this for several
minutes, fucking herself slowly with the buzzing dildo. Then, without
warning, she pulled it out and licked it clean, as if it was a man's
prick, sliding it in and out of her mouth before tossing it over her
shoulder. Jen let her jeans fall to the floor as she massaged her own
pussy at the spectacle in front of her.

	Carol, meanwhile, dipped into the box beside her and pulled
out an enormous pink dildo. Sucking it, she lay on her back before
opening her legs as wide as she could. Taking a deep breath, she pushed
the phallus against the sodden lips of her cunt and gasped as the big
head slid past her outer portal. Ever so slowly she fed the huge cock
into her gaping cunt until she only had enough of it left to keep a
grip on. Pinching her nipples with her free hand, she began to pull the
prick out of her, acutely aware of the filthy sucking sound it made as
it left her sticky hole.

	In and out of her twat she plunged the cock and each time her
cunt slurped disgustingly. The noise of it was enough to allow Jen to
tremble into a little orgasm of her own as she played with her tiny
clit, her eyes never leaving Carol's gaping puss.

	Carol slid off the table and went to kneel in front of Frank,
who leaned back in his chair, his hand sliding off his hard, erect
tool. With a grin Carol bobbed forward and licked the pre-cum off its
tip, delighting in the way Frank twitched as she made contact.

	Again she leaned forward and this time slid her lips all the
way down his shaft, stopping only when she reached his balls. Laying
the dildo she still held to one side, she cupped his sack and fondled
his heavy nuts as she gave him the best blow job he could ever remember
receiving.

	Standing once more, she turned her back to Frank and straddled
his thighs, reaching between her legs to grasp his tool. Jen took the
camera off the tripod and came and knelt a few feet away, focusing
close up on Frank's knob as it rose to meet Carol's anus.

	Slowly Carol worked the large head into her rectum and then,
when she was ready, she simply let go, sitting down hard. Her scream
mingled with the explosive groan Frank emitted as his cock rammed
straight into her arsehole. He jack-knifed upwards and grasped her
tits reflexively as she raised herself once more before plunging down
onto his straining member.

	Time and again she slammed his meat into her tight hole,
revelling in the strong, manly grunt she heard from Frank each time
she impaled herself. Leaning forward, she retrieved the dildo from the
floor and raised herself up once more. Holding the rigid phallus with
both hands, she brought it to rest inside the lips of her streaming
pussy. Jen, sensing something extraordinary was about to happen, widened
the shot to take in Carol's face and, a moment later, she captured the
most incredible scene she had ever taken as Carol once more let go.

	This time the dildo entered her cunt as Frank's cock surged up
her arsehole. The combination of the two intrusions sparked a climax
Carol did not know was in her. She screamed aloud and desperately
started to rise the two cocks as fast as she could as orgasm after
orgasm hit her like sledgehammers. She was oblivious to Frank pumping
stream after stream of hot spunk deep into her as she gave in to the
cataclysmic pinnacle she had reached.

	On and on she pumped, riding his cock with total abandonment,
oblivious to the groans of pain that emanated from Frank, oblivious
too to the cries of Jen as she spurted her own love juice down her
thighs.

	Suddenly she went absolutely rigid and fell forward onto the
carpet. Frank could only lie there gasping for breath as she lay in a
kneeling position on the floor, cum dripping form the two inch circle
that was her normally tight ring, a large pink dildo protruding from
her shaven cunt. Jen dropped the camera at this point so Carol would
always regret not having actually seen her lean forward and stick her
tongue deep into the contracting hole and lap at Frank's spunk.

	As Jen straightened up, Carol rolled onto her side and smiled
adoringly up at Frank who could only look in awe at this extraordinary
woman who lay at his feet. He slid forward until he was kneeling
beside her and kissed her gently on the forehead. Carol closed her
eyes and slept.

				* * *

	She awoke to find herself curled up in the master bedroom of
the house. Frank was not beside her when she looked but there on the
pillow was a note and a video tape. Sitting upright she took the note
and read it.

	`Dear Carol,

	There is not a lot that I wish to say to you
	other than you are the most breathtaking woman I
	have ever met.

	Saying goodbye to you is not something I wish to
	do so please forgive me for not being around. I
	have ordered a taxi to collect you at 5.00pm
	(Don't worry, it has been paid for).

	In a way I should be cross at you. I have, as
	you must have suspected, done this sort of thing
	before but I will not do it again with any other
	woman. No woman could match you.

	Be well and take good care.

					Frank'


	Carol smiled to herself and climbed off the bed. She showered
and dressed before packing her case, not forgetting the video off the
bed. She heard the taxi sound his horn and went down the stairs.

	She was just about to close the front door when she paused.
Telling the driver to take her case she turned back into the hall and
walked over to a small table. Taking out a small notebook and pen she
carefully noted his telephone number.

	`I think I might be needing this sometime,' she thought to
herself. `Soon.'