From: an332173@anon.penet.fi (Lucky Man) Reply-To: an332173@anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Crossings, Chapter Fourteen (MF,M+/F,FF,FF/M,wife,slut) Date: Wed, 2 Aug 1995 05:48:06 UTC Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Message-ID: <055314Z02081995@anon.penet.fi> CROSSINGS, (M/F, M/M+/F, FF, MF/F, wife, sluts) The following is for adults over the age of 18, only. If you are below the age of 18, do not read this work. If you are offended by graphic language, graphic descriptions of sexual encounters, and/or erotic story telling please, do not read this. You have been warned. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. There is some mention of actual places in this work. Rest assured that the activities described herein did not occur at those places. Copyright 1995, the author. All rights reserved. Any reproduction of this work outside the confines of the usenet news group, alt.sex.stories, without the explicit permission of the author is prohibited. Archiving of this work is permitted provided such an archive is on a system where potential readers have been validated to be over the age of 18, where access is free, download time is free, and the author is informed of the complete location of the archive for verification purposes. Archiving on E-mail request-type servers is permitted provided the author is informed in advance of the address and request procedures. All other use, including but not limited to commercial use of this work is prohibited without the permission of the author. The author may be reached at the anonymous address contained in the header of this post. Comments are invited via E-mail only. Requests for reposts will be ignored if not made through posts to alt.sex.stories.d. ********* Crossings, Chapter Fourteen We arrived home at about noon the next day. The ladies went right to work on their ad. While they worked, I talked to them about it. "You really are cock hungry, aren't you, Susan?" I asked. "I just want more huge black cocks, honey," Susan explained. "When I fuck a black man, I find it incredibly exciting." "What about me?" I asked showing some insecurity. "Honey, don't worry about it. You're still the best. It's just a fantasy thing with me. Like right now, I'm thinking of feeding a black cock into Kristy's mouth while I have one in my ass and one in my cunt." "I find it exciting, too. I just remembered when you said you would feel strange placing a personal ad." I said. "I remember it, too. I still feel strange." Susan said smiling. "The benefits outweigh the strangeness." "Okay." I said. "If it's black cocks you want. It's black cocks you'll get." "Do you need me to go grocery shopping?" I asked. "No, in a few minutes, we'll go upstairs, change then go." Kristy said. "I'm hoping to run into Joanne. I'm going to wear a little nearly transparent top just to see what happens." "You really think you're going to get Joanne?" Susan asked. "I haven't been wrong yet about a woman." Kristy said matter of factly. "Besides, it's fun to watch the men fall all over themselves, too. Are you going to dress to distress, Susie?" "Sure! Why not? It'll be fun!" Susan answered. About five minutes later, the ladies went upstairs to change. I was sitting at the kitchen table eating a sandwich when they returned. Susan was made-up to the teeth again. Not trashy, but very, very sexy. He hair was up, piled on top of her head. She wore large hoop earrings. She was really showing off her assets, though. She wore a nearly see through yellow tank top that was extremely tight--her nipples were very noticeable. The tank top was tucked into yet another pair of skin-tight blue jeans. She wore yellow platform high heels with ankle straps. Kristy left her hair down and was equally as pleasing to the eye. She wore a thin white silk blouse that had only three of the seven buttons buttoned. The blouse was cinched at the waist with a think black belt. She wore black, skin-tight leggings and black high- heeled ankle boots. I congratulated them on their look and wished them luck with Joanne. They left and I finished my sandwich. About two hours later, Kristy bubbled through the door, "She's coming here Monday afternoon for coffee! She couldn't keep her eyes off our tits. I knew it!" "I'm glad your hunting trip was successful!" I said as I went out to help with the groceries. "Mark, I saw David. He hit on me again." Susan said. "He was waiting for his wife as we walked her to her car." "What happened?" I asked. "Nothing. He was just his usual smarmy self. I thought about what happened last night and decided that even if he paid, he was getting nothing. Your friends are off limits." "Thanks! I was wondering about that myself." I said. After putting the groceries away the ladies had to get ready to go to work. They came back down, kissed me good-bye, then as they went out the door I said, "Don't forget to talk to Deirdre." "All right, honey!" Kristy said. At around midnight, Susan called saying that they were bring Deirdre home with them. They'd work with her tomorrow morning and afternoon. I made a comment about that being all they wanted to do with her. Susan straightened me out fast. She said that Deirdre was a virgin and that she was saving herself for marriage. I didn't question it, but thought it was admirable that a virgin could flash her pussy at strange men. I asked how that subject came up. Susan said it came up when they talked backstage about boyfriends. Some of the other dancers tease her a bit. Susan said that she and I would have the night alone together. She and Kristy agreed that Kristy should sleep in her room tonight and that Deirdre would sleep in the guest room. I said it was fine with me. I'd wait up. At about two-thirty, the three of them arrived. I went down to meet them. "Hi!" I introduced myself. "I'm Mark, Susan's husband. I believe we met at the club the other night." "Hi! I'm Deirdre. You gave me the big tip last week, right?" She asked. "I'm one of them. We talked about how you wanted to learn from Susan and Kristy, remember, now?" I asked. "Yes! I do!" She said excitedly. "Thanks! I really appreciate your letting Sue know." "No problem!" I answered then I kissed Susan hello. Susan asked if anyone wanted anything to drink. Nobody wanted anything, but they were all tired, so I suggested we get to know each other better tomorrow. Susan showed Deirdre her to her room, then joined me in bed. "It's nice to have you all to myself tonight, Mark." Susan said as she slid under the covers. "Yes, it is." I answered as I kissed Susan. "As much as I love Kristy, it's nice to have my wife with me alone. I love you, Susan." "I love you, too, Mark." We kissed again, then made love. We awoke the next morning, still in each other's arms to the smell of french toast cooking in the kitchen. We washed up. On the way out the door of the bedroom, Susan said, "I love you, Mark. You're the best thing in the world that has ever happened to me. Please, Mark. Don't be afraid you're going to lose me. I'm yours for life." "I'm yours for life, too, Sue." I kissed her then we headed downstairs. Over Kristy's great french toast, the ladies talked about dancing. Kristy told Deirdre about self confidence and the importance of perfection in every move on stage. Next, she told Deirdre about being professional, "You're a performer, Deirdre. While I haven't seen it in you, yet, you must never act like you expect to be tipped. You need to perform with energy, passion, and enjoyment. You must act like you enjoy what you're doing even when you would rather be ten-thousand miles away. Believe me. Those are the most important factors. Men do not like tipping dead-assed dancers. They feel ripped off. Please, whatever happens to you in dancing, know that professionals rise to the top." "I will." Deirdre said. "You two look like you're having so much fun out there. It's catchy." "Thanks!" Susan said. "We are having fun." "Mark do you mind cleaning up the dishes? We need to get to work?" Kristy asked. "No, not at all. Y'all have fun." I said. I'm watching the game after I shoot some baskets." About four hours later, Deirdre left and thanked Susan and Kristy for their help. They made plans to do it again when their schedules permitted. Susan and Kristy then set out composing their ad. They used ads in the magazine they selected for examples. "BiSWF blonde 36D-23-35, BiMWF brunette 36D-23-34, want well endowed, clean, HIV- (proof required) SBM or MBM, the more the merrier, for fun and games. No pro's. Husband likes to watch, tape, participate. Nude photo req." "What do you think of it?" Susan asked. "You're the ad pro," I joked. "Looks good to me". They called the ad in. It would run tomorrow and for the next month. "I really want black cocks!" Susan said. "I like them, too." Kristy said as she kissed Sue lightly. Not much went on for the rest of the day. That night, the ladies wanted to go out on a cock hunt. They chose a heavy metal bar in a nearby town. Since I had to go to work in the morning, I decided not to go. I asked them to tape the action for me. I wished I could go because the ladies really looked hot. Kristy had her hair done like a heavy metal goddess--big. She dressed entirely in black leather except for a red silk blouse that she had purposely left unbuttoned to the last button, but cinched at the waist with a black belt. She wore extremely high heels. Susan wore her hair big as well. She wore a black Lycra miniskirt with black stockings held up with a black garter--and no panties. She wore black high heels just like Kristy's. They kissed me goodnight. I wished them good hunting. The next morning, I awoke to find Susan and Kristy curled up with each other next to me in the bed. I didn't know what time they had gotten in as I slept very soundly. All day at work, I wondered just what happened last night. Moreover, I had another thing to wonder about--Joanne, my friend's wife was going to come to house for coffee and apparently whatever else might happen. Due to traffic being lighter than usual, I arrived home about ten minutes earlier than normal. As I pulled around to the back of the house, I noticed that Joanne's car was still in the driveway, so I parked on the grass. Figuring something might be going on, I quietly got out of my car, then entered the house through the garage door. In the kitchen, I could hear nothing. There were empty coffee cups on the table. I quietly walked upstairs. I slowly opened the bedroom door thinking that I would see three nude women--one of whom did not know that I knew any seduction might have been planned--but only saw a perfectly made bed. I changed clothes, figuring the ladies were not home, then went downstairs to the workout room. There they were. Three women, sweating and panting. They were lifting weights. It turned out that yes, Kristy was right, Joanne had harbored bisexual fantasies. It had also turned out that Kristy wasn't at all attracted to Joanne because she was the wife of one of my friends, she just wanted to know. I was happy that nothing had happened. Later, after dinner, Susan and Kristy gave me the tape they made the night before. They told me they didn't do anything at the club, either... that it was boring because I wasn't there. In watching the tape, they got hit on, but they just weren't into it. They tried, but decided to leave early. "It was boring, Mark." Susan said. "There were all these drunk, smelly guys listening to music that was being performed badly. We were there for only about an hour then we left." "It's probably just because it was Sunday night." I said. "Yeah, probably." Kristy nodded. "Hey, cheer up!" I said. "You've still got your ad, right?" "Yeah, we do, we just wanted some last night." Susan pouted. "You were even asleep when we got home." "Sorry!" I said sheepishly. The three of us headed upstairs where we fucked until dinner burned. The rest of the next two weeks, were surprisingly very normal except the ladies turned tricks Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday nights. The first Friday night, there were no bachelor parties to attend, but the second Friday they got several surprises in the mail--two business sized manila envelopes. In each manila envelope were responses to the personal ad the two women placed. Some of the responses did not include pictures. They were discarded. Some of the responses were from white guys who were indeed well hung, but weren't black. Those were saved for later. The majority of responses seemed to be legitimate-- from black men with huge cocks. "Isn't advertising amazing?" I asked sarcastically. "One day you wonder where you're going to find enough big black cocks for your wife and her girlfriend then, boom! You let your fingers do the walking!" "Smart ass!" Susan laughed. She and Kristy sorted through the advertisements. They read the letters. They looked at the pictures. After they had gone through the pile about ten times, they had come up with about twenty prospects. The next step was to really let their fingers do the walking--contact. I suggested the ladies meet the men in a nice public place at various times until they settled on the men. This way, they could get to know the men and make sure they were who they said they were. The interview process took about three weeks, during which time, the ladies lives at home had pretty much settled into what could best be described as routine. Sunday and Monday were pretty much rest days. They'd workout. Sunday night, we'd all go out to dinner and catch a movie. I was quite surprised at how "normal" things had become. Some nights, I'd get a call saying the ladies would be turning tricks. The next night we'd be at home as if nothing was amiss. It one wanted to analyze our lives, one would have to do it carefully--it could get quite schizophrenic. Finally, the ladies had met all the men. They had settled on fifteen of the twenty they chose to interview. The ladies wanted to throw a party at our house, but I suggested that it might be nicer to have a party at a hotel nearby. We'd rent a suite, have dinner served, then the ladies could simply fuck themselves to death if they desired. Fucking themselves to death was an option, too--judging from their pictures, there was not a dick under ten inches long in the group. Most were larger than that. range, while two were as big, if not bigger than Johns cock from the beach. The ladies telephoned each man to inquire about their availability for a party in the near future. To the man, they wanted to attend. Susan used her calligraphy talents to hand-scribe invitations to the fifteen men. They went out in the mail. The party was set for three weeks in the future, on a Friday. The party would be formal, black tie function. Initially, we thought we'd have the hotel cater the party but settled on them providing hors d'oeuvres and drinks. This way, we could make sure the party would remain private. Susan and Kristy, in the meantime, were still hooking when possible. The money was rolling in. They were very happy. The ladies did one bachelor party--no sex, just two women. The ladies seemed to be getting more heavily into flashing as time went on. They would go shopping for shoes in miniskirts with no panties on then would expose their pussies to the person at their feet. It did not matter if that person was a man or a woman. They fucked several shoe salesmen and one sales lady who turned them on. They were still instructing Deirdre--who was becoming more comfortable and more proficient in her dancing. Her tips went up appreciably since her tutoring began. Kristy thought that Deirdre had a crush on Susan. After the BCC--Big Cock Convention, as we called it--the women planned to select the best lovers from that group to invite back to our house occasionally for parties with them their women. Kristy wanted to invite some dancers and their boyfriends over to see what happened. Me? I was taking it all in and loving every minute of it. I had the two most beautiful women I had ever seen sleeping with me nearly every night. I did not care that they enjoyed sex with other people. I got more than my share of sex. I was in heaven. As the date of the BCC drew near, the ladies were always horny. I would often come home to find them going at each other with a double headed dildo or one fucking the other with a strap on dildo. They soon abandoned the double headed dildo because it was impossible for both women to get pleasure from it at the same time. Still, sex seemed to be the center of their universe. Nearly everything these women did in the time leading up to the party had some kind of sexual connection. They seemed to be in a state of sexual bliss. When they wanted sex, they got it from me, themselves, or whoever was available that turned them on. One night we gathered around a fire in the party room and estimated that since Susan picked up the two men at the airport that snowy day, she had been with over two-hundred men and twenty women. Body piercing. It seemed as if something like this was bound to happen. One day, about a week before the BCC, Susan approached me about the possibility of her getting her pussy lips pierced. One of the dancers at the club had hers pierced and said it really felt great against her jeans. I said I didn't particularly find pierced pussy lips that attractive, that it lent an extremely hard-core bent to sex. Same way about tattoo's. Susan has always known that I do not find tattooed women attractive at all--no matter what the tattoo. Luckily, neither Susan nor Kristy got pierced or tattooed. Still, it marked a change in their attitudes. I remembered when our son called from college wanting permission to get his ear pierced. We allowed him to get his ear pierced, but Susan wasn't happy about it. It was as if she after a new thrill all the time. I decided to talk to both women about it. "Susan, I don't know how to approach this subject without making you think that I disapprove so I'll assure you that I do not disapprove. I just want to find out what you're thinking so I can understand better" I said. "It sounds serious." Susan said. "It's not serious. I'm just wondering if you still enjoy sex or if you find yourself wanting more and more sex to get that enjoyment?" I said. "For example, do you still get turned on when you dance?" "Most of the time, I'm so hot after dancing that I can't stand it." Susan said. "Remember when I told you I was an exhibitionist? Well, at the first bachelor party I did with Kristy, I felt the same way as I feel now. I'm just less able to hide that excitement. More sex to reach the level of enjoyment I had before? No. I just like having more sex than before. Remember, at the beach Kristy and I fucked and sucked nearly everything in sight? Then it was new. Now it's me. I just like it." "Okay, Sue." I said. "I just wanted to find out because when you asked me about getting your pussy pierced it threw me." "I understand. It kind of threw me, too when I first saw one. It was just whim." Susan said. "Don't worry. I'm not going to come home one night with tattoo's or pierced. It's not me. Sex? Well, I love it. I love having sex for money. I'm a whore." That was that. The night before the BCC, Susan and Kristy turned three tricks each, two with regulars, one with a new man. The new man offered to take both ladies on a trip to the Bahamas. They turned him down. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. If you reply to this message, your message WILL be *automatically* anonymized and you are allocated an anon id. Read the help file to prevent this. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.