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Darla's Enlightenment a true story! - darla.doc [01/01]
IN 1992, just two years ago I married my friend Darla. I was a very happy
guy.
We had spent two years getting to know each other before we wed. When we
met
she was sixteen and I was nineteen; it was at a church picnic. I'm not
religious; my family is , Darla is. She is a Catholic.
In the beginning I didn't think about sex with her, having just
met.
Then after awhile when we knew each other better she was still under age
and I
was over age so I hesitated, not wanting to go to jail. We hugged and
kissed a
lot so we got by with some petting. Then when she was of age, I thought
about
it a lot and spoke to her of it. She said she didn't know. I said, "know
what." She said, "I don't know."
That worked for a while. Hugging and kissing and going home had my
cock hard night after night. So I'd watch six rented X-rated videos to
whack
my meat. My cock got whacked a lot in those early days of just hugging and
kissing.
The hugging and kissing was pretty good and got, well, rather
naughty.
More than once in the summer, me in shorts and her in a summer dress, her
pantied crotch rubbed by bare leg and I wondered if she had peed her pants
she
was so wet--more than once but not to many times more. I never put my hand
there though. She would rub a couple of times and suddenly stand up. I did
manage a bare two hand breast squeeze that lasted about twenty' minutes a
few
times.
One of those times we were at her Mom and Dad's. Well, first, let me
say
during the first year nothing sexual happened like I said, that is nothing
physically sexual. Mentally she is very sexy. She just didn't express it
physically at these tim es in our relationship except the exceptions
mentioned. It was into the last of the second year when
we where engaged that things began to happen, like this time at her home.
She
had a strange way about her.
Her Dad asked if we wanted anything from the store and left. Mom
was
in the kitchen cooking. Darla took my hand and pulled me down the hall and
just out of sight behind an open closet door she did something behind her
back
and then put my hands up her blouse on her bare tits. Her bra hung loose
over
the tops of them. She then whispered while arching back pressing her breast
into my quivering hands, "squeeze hard, harder, harder, Ohhhh, pull them
straight out, further." Of course the store wasn't far, and dear Daddy came
nosily through the door, and I stood in the hall watching Darla helping Dad
with the bag wondering how she got dressed and down the hall so damn
fast.
It wasn't the end of endings. "Bob," (that's me), Darla's Dad said, "I
saw your Mother at the store, her car isn't working and she wants you to
come
help."
"Sure," I said, "thank you." Thank you, I said. Right. When I got
back
later she wasn't the same.
In general our sex life was a follows. If I was as throbbing a hard
dick
as can be, Darla was busy genuflecting and crossing herself. Someone else
was
in the way. Or I was just being plain dumb.
We married and on the honeymoon we finally had intercourse. It was
great. In fact, we never left the hotel room! The bed! Except to do it in
the
shower. Yes, very normal stuff.
I should tell you about Darla. She is a brunette. Her skin is as
white
as any I have seen. Only her face and hands have a slight tan. Living in
Washington state with all the rain and clouds coupled with her conservative
dress and her habit of w earing long sleeve blouses has kept the sun from
her
body. She doesn't like to swim. I have never seen her in a bathing suit.
She
has a heart shapedderriere and is slim and strong. She is five-foot-six and
weighs one-hundred-five pounds. Her measurem ents are
37-20-36
(d-cup). Of minor importance? It's the shape of her body and the attitude
within that caught me. Her breasts are longand almost pointed. The nipples
and
aureoles are like smallbreasts onto themselves pyramiding or telescoping
off
the rest of her brea st. The nipple, being red and the aureole pink and the
rest of the breast white as white can be except on the left one there is a
dark eighth inch freckle, is my favorite.
It did pass me by that though sex with her was better than with the
six
porno movies and the mags, etc. After we had been married a year one day I
rented a motel room and ten videos and found a good excuse for being away
for
a Saturday. As I lay there with a perpetual hard on hour after hour it
occurred to me that those few times when Darla more than hugged and kissed
hadn't replayed themselves in our married days . Oh, she got hot, wet, and
totally beside herself but something was missing. "Squeeze hard, harder,
harder," she had said. I don't know. Just the other night I was laying on
the
floor watching a ball game when she walked over me on her knees spread her
butt, touched her anus and said, "lick, please."
I did. However, it's not the same or something was missing. I don't
know how to explain it to you, or me. Events like the anal one just
described happen occasionally (not often), and always I'm left thinking
she
is not satisfied or something. Anyway, I
tried to breach the subject with her one night but when I thought the
conversation was bearing out mysuspicions she went for popcorn or
something.
I'm an accountant and work for a large accounting firm. One of our
clients is a diesel engine repair and truck sales (Mack trucks,
Caterpillar
trackers and the such). I was finishing up the companies tax statements and
having a final meeting of the year with three men from that company-- the
owner, the general manager, and the manager in charge of repair, when I
found
myself inviting them all to dinner the night of an important ball game
(football).
Yes," I said, "show up about four, we'll eat and turn on the game.
This will be the first game on my new TV. It's a 52-inch tube."
"OK," the owner Chuck said, "a good deal, I'll bring a bottle of
brandy."
"Great." Frank indicated a bottle would, also, be procured and
supplied.
Well, that was that. A couple of days went by and I still had several
till the game so I told Darla about them.
"Clients? Friday? That's nice. What would you like to eat?"
"Well, sweetheart I don't want to put you out. Or arrange things for
you.
I didn't even talk to you about it. I'll just cook something up.
Fried
chicken or something," I said.
She came back, "that's OK. Sure, a little notice when you can, and
well
it's not for days yet. It's no problem. Or do you want me to go to a
movie or something?"
"No, No. Your absolutely welcome. Welcome to stay and join us or not."
Darla said, "well, I don't know if I should join you guys but I'll
cook
dinner and have dinner with you all. Then maybe I'll go upstairs and
read
or something."
"Sure. Fried chicken would be easy. Hey, we could order out from
somewhere."
"Oh, now I cook the best. I'll do it. What do you think three chickens
or
four? Four."
"Four." Four chickens, the game and some bottles. Everything looked
good.The days went by slowly. I got home from work nights before game night
and Darla seemed a different person, sort of. Questions came like
missiles---
- should we bring the arm chair in from the other room? How bout that one
in
the garage, is it any good? Should we bring it in? What do youthink honey
are
four chickens enough?"
"Four chickens are enough, and we'll have baked potatoes, too. Those
two
chairs I'll bring them in."
"I already got the one from the other room."
"Oh. OK." She seemed a nervous wreck.
"What should I wear?"
I did not know what to say in answer to the last question, so I made
like I was giving it a lot of thought. Stroking my beard and pressing
my
lips together triggered the next volley and I didn't have to admit I
did
not know what to say. "Should we use paper plates or china? Beer!
I'll
buy beer, how much?"
By now I had gotten in to the thrill (that was the word I chose) the
thrill of it all and was on my way to the garage for the chair, I yelled
back,
"no beer, they're bringing brandy and scotch." Actually, as I pushed and
pulled the chair, it came to mind something "sexy I guess."
"What do you mean," she said.
Looking up through some sweat I had to think what was going on.
"Oh,"
I realized I had spoke aloud about the something sexy, so I said,
"something
nice I guess. For you to wear. You asked awhile ago. Something pretty I
guess."
"Should I wear something sexy, Bob?"
"Do you have anything sexy?" I said trying to stop and take back the
words before they got to her. Oops.
"Don't I have any sexy clothes, Bob?" We were no longer thrilled. And
I
knew lip pressing and beard stroking wasn't going to work. There
wasn't
going to be anymore questions till this one got answered.
"You know, your yellow slacks are nice and that blouse with the
ruffle
front is a knockout. It brings out the color of your eyes." Made it. Proud
of
myself I was. "There that chair was a good idea. Did you clean it?"
"Yes."
"We better have extra butter for the baked potatoes. How much do we
have?"
"My yellow slacks are nice. That blouse is terrible."
"Sweetheart, why don't you go shopping tomorrow and get some knew
clothes?"
"Answer me."
"What?"
"The truth. Do I have any sexy clothes and if so what?"
"I really like that pink garter, panty, and bra set Nancy bought you
for
the honeymoon, which you never wore. That's Sexy, wear that."
"That's underwear; so I should wear just that. No. Anyway, you
probably
think my plain white cotton briefs are sexy, too. I'll go shopping.
" Sad Darla walked away and I knew the thrill was gone. I was no
longer proud. I failed. Even knowing that she had no clothes that I or
anyone
else would think sexy didn't help. I should have been able to come up with
some kind of truth that would have
worked. But NO. The days went by. I went to work. She went shopping. And
the
game was tonight.
"Bob?"
"I'm in here."
"The chicken is done," she said, "and the potatoes are in the
microwave.
It's three-thirty. I'm going to get changed."
"OK." I think she must have gotten some clothes that pleased her,
because
we were thrilled again. Strange thing though a couple times in the last
two
days I remembered the night she had me pull her tits hard. A feeling
rolled
through my gut like I was sporting a hard on that every time I flexed it
it
slapped me on my stomach and people cheered. But it was the door bell
chime,
so I opened the door and they all came in. We wandered around the kitchen
and
TV room and dining room for a while. C huck pou
red brandy and scotch. Bill sat in the cleaned garage chair, and Darla
came
into the room smiling.
"Hi, sweety," I said and kissed her on the cheek. "This is Darla
everybody. Darla this is Frank. And that's Chuck and over there is Bill."
"Hi guys, nice to meet you."
Frank stepped up to Darla and shook her hand. And then leaned in for a
kiss just like I did on the cheek. Bill came next and did the same except
he
didn't shake her hand he squeezed her left shoulder and kissed her right
cheek. Chuck spread Bill and Frank apart as he came up to Darla
saying,"hey I
want some of this," and kissed her right on the lips. "You have a very
beautiful woman, Bob."
Darla said, "I'll get the chicken" and walked away.
Chuck said, "she smells good, too."
I thought about all the action. But mostly I was to busy getting an
eye
full. What Chuck had said was always true, she is beautiful, but tonight!
Well, her outfit was something. First off she was wearing the pink
stockings
and so it must follo w that she was wearing her only really sexy clothes, a
pink bra and panty set that her girlfriend boughtfor her as a wedding
present.
The bra was cut so the nipples were free of any covering. The panties were
small but not a thong or G type. A garter belt an
d sheer pink stockings finished it. A four- inch heel on pink shoes helped
lengthen and guide the eye up creamy-pink legs setting the mind imagining
as
they hid away above the hem of her full, pink, mid-thigh-length skirt. I
went
into the kitchen and whispered,
"Wow, that's sexy."
"What?"
"You."
"Thank you. I like your friends. Do you think they like my outfit."
"I'm sure they do."
"I bet Chuck does. He kissed me right on the lips you know ."
"I know."
"Don't be jealous."
"I'm not. I was a little mad because I thought ... well that it made
you
mad."
"No, it was sweet. After all you kissed me and they
were just in the spirit. That's all."
Chuck called from the other room, "Darla, Sweety what can
I get you to drink,"
"I'll have a brandy, Chuck, one cube of ice, thanks." Well, dinner
went
fine. We all picked up all the plates and stuff and it was all in the
washer
in a couple of minutes. Darla started to leave and Chuck said "Sweety."
Darla turned and smiled and said, "yes."
If you don't come back sooner be sure to come back at half time for
the
entertainment. You don't have to leave though. I'm sure I speak for
all
of us your presence is a very exciting thing."
"Well, thank you Chuck. I have some things to do. I'll come back
later."
"Let me fix you a drink, doll," said Frank. "Brandy again?"
"OK, thanks." He poured her a drink and walked across the room to hand
it
to her. While there he whispered in her ear, and she laughed while she
left."
I tell ya, I thought I should protect my wife from this fresh bunch.
But
she was warming to it. I was glad to see her happy. Actually, that men
were flirting with her must
really be boosting her morale, I thought. I wanted to be jealous but I
wasn't.
If your not your not, even if you think you should be. So I had a drink.
She
always wears her skirt a couple of inches above the knee. Seeing her mid-
thigh in public so to speak, and a loose skirt at that, was neat and I
didn't
want to spoil her fun or mine.
After quite awhile Darla whispered into my ear, "Bob. Hi, Sweetheart.
When is half time?"
"Each quarter is fifteen minutes. But with time outs and other stuff
they
are closer to thirty."
"OK. See you," she said, and I saw her fill an eight ounce glass with
brandy and jet up stairs.
Well, we watched the game, but I felt they felt the thrill had left. I
thought the thrill had left, too. I liked thenew Darla I was seeing, and I
didn't want to stunt her growth.
"Is it half time yet," Darla said aloud while stepping from the
stairs.
It was not, but Chuck said, "lovely lady, yes, come and entertain us."
"Entertain you? I thought half time had a show." Frank grabbed the
remote
and turned the set off.
"Well, yes if your there the cheerleaders dance for everyone." I
turned
the stereo on, and Chuck said, O good music. So why don't you dance for us
Darla," Chuck said. He also said, "Sweety, let me have your glass, I'll
get
you a drink."
Darla swayed to a fro standing in front of the TV. Chuck handed her
a
drink and she sipped it as she slowly turned very slowly turned all the way
around so her back was to us.Her hips began to grind, and her ass followed
in
smooth circles. Af ter six or eight sips on her drink she spread her feet
apart almost two feet and continued now swinging her ass from side to side.
When she turned facing us two of the buttons on her blouse were unbuttoned,
and her drink was empty. (I don't think an yone realized,
except me, about the buttons.)
Chuck reached out for the glass, and she moved close till his hand
was
inches from touching her crotch. She put the glass in his hand and giggled.
"It's hot," she said, wiping her hand down her throat onto her chest.
"Is
it hot enough," she asked me? I said half time wasn't over yet. I didn't
want
to stop her for a
lot of reasons. Half time could do it. That way neither shenor me or anyone
would cut her off. Half time would do it.
Chuck walked up to her and with one hand gave her the drink but with
the
other he undid a button. Slick as oil.In fact I don't think I saw him do
it.
It just was undone. Maybe she did it. Anyway she drank some of her drink
and
then facing Frank, Chuck, and Me and with her feet spread wide she bent
way
over at the waist to set her drink down on the coffee table. We all saw
that
her pink bra didn't cover her red nipples. They were hard. I could tell by
looking that they were real hard. While we star
ed I broke away and looked at her face. Something different appeared.
Something familiar appeared. I remembered when she had me pull her tits
hard.
"Dance for us Darla," Chuck said.
"Dance for us Sweety," Frank said.
"All the way Sweet Stuff, " said Bill.
Darla looked at me and said, "is half time over?" I said, "no Sweety
it's
not." My cock felt like it was turning to stone. I looked at Chuck's
crotch
and saw his cock plainly laying along his hip tenting his pants. In
Frank's
crotch was Frank's hand. When I looked back to Darla she was dancing
harder
and her skirt flipped up revealing white skin above pink stockings. She
twirled flaring her skirt out and up.
The music slowed and so did Darla. Now facing us she put her hands
to
her hips and played with her skirt pulling it up and around until she had
hold
of the hem and her panties were seen more than they were not. Then I
noticed
she was looking at something. A tiny grin came to Darla's lips. She had
noticed the guys hard-ons. She walked to the coffee table for her drink but
tripped on the rug, she was that drunk.
Embarrassed she picked up the remote and turned on the TV. The third
quarter
was well under way. She almost ran upstairs. After the game the guys all
patted me on the
back with laughter on their words, "good show buddy. See you later."
Upstairs I found Darla either passed out or asleep. I drove to a
video
shop and rented a bunch of tapes. Some of them were stripper movies. At
home
I beat my meat till late watching the strippers and seeing Darla's face on
them all. All except one, she was a knock-out. Mary was her name. I went
up
stairs and very quietly removed Darla's panties. They smelled of cunt. And
were still damp. I dreamed many things about my naughty wife. But most of
all
I wondered how she would explain herself tomorrow
Or would it just be forgotten. The grin I saw was curious. I took all the
movies back to the store and bought the best stripper one. I hid it so she
could not find it.
"Good morning honey." I woke with a jerk. Darla kissed me. "You slept
here all light?"
"I guess so." I sat up on the couch and she handed me a cup of coffee.
"Bacon and eggs."
"You bet. Hey, four eggs, scrambled please. I'm starving. I'll fix the
toast."
"Your in a good mood."
"I am. My team won, and I won fifty bucks. Look at this-- FIFTY BUCKS.
We
cooked and ate.
"Honey," Darla said, "have you seen my panties?
I was busy eating and drinking and I had time to think. Her underwear
were under the couch covered in my dry crusty cum. Just as I started
to
tell her where they were
I choked on some crumbs, and when I spoke I said, "I sold them." All was
quiet
for a long time (couple of minutes).
"You sold them?"
"After you went to bed the game got real cool. Two touchdowns wham
wham.
We had some more drinks and someone said they loved your pink
panties.
The conversation went around about them for a while, then Chuck said,
"I'll give you ten
bucks for them."
I said no. Frank said twenty. Bill said thirty. I said who will say
fifty. Chuck said one-hundred and fifty. I said sold." I was drunk and in
the
spirit of the fun and the auction.
"Well, when I said, I'll be right back with them. Bill said, I'll
give you three hundred if I can go up and get them."
Before he answered Frank said five. I thought no way I can do
this.
But then I thought well if your passed out what would it hurt. My head if
you
found out, I thought. They had it right there, six-hundred and fifty
bucks."
"BOB! You are telling me Frank took my panties off and Chuck took
them
home with him and that they paid you six-hundred and fifty dollars for
their
lecherous leasure. So did you turn the lights on. Did they all come in.
I
had bra and panties on. Bob!
"The money is yours of course," I said trying to figure how to tell
her the truth. That I was making it all up. I was having to much fun to
stop. She looked so embarassed it began to turn me on. Or maybe it was
power. No it was just plai n sexy.
"So they all gathered around my bed while you turned on the lights?
No, you take care of the money," she said.
I really thought she would be mad as hell. That we would fight a
little,
and then I'd tell her the truth, that being that her dance made me so
horny I
stripped her pants off her and beat my boner into them after they all went
home. But she just walked off to take a shower.
Later we had breakfast. Her Mom called and they talked awhile. We
talked about going to her parents house for Christmas (four months away).
I
had to think it didn't really bother her, all them men parading through for
a
look. Or it did bo ther her.
"Wow, Baby you were hot last night doing that little stripdance."
"Go to work, Bob. I got a hangover. You know I drank a lot last night.
Look at my red eyes."
"See you tonight."
"Bob, don't tell anyone about last night."
That's all she said. Don't tell anyone.
Several weeks went by. Life went by in a normal mode. Nothing special
happened. Until one night I got home early, about two p.m. I came in real
quiet for no special reason. I was just tired and lazy. I didn't shut the
doors and I parked in the street. Standing unannounced in the entry to the
TV
room I watched Darla watching my stripper video.
"Hi. I see you found my tape."
"Come over here and kiss me." I did go over and kiss her and for the
next
several hours we watched several times the video. It turned out that she
thought Mary was pretty good, too. But, when I told her that the hottest
strip
I ever saw was the one she did, she did not believe me.
"Oh, bull. I didn't even strip."
"A little you did. But the dance, the way you did it. Every guy in the
place had a hard on."
"How do know, Bob."
"I looked and saw their dicks snaking up inside their pants. You saw,
too."
"I saw Chuck's. It's as big as yours."
"Maybe bigger," I said.
"Bob, I never told you before but I don't believe in God. I'm a
Catholic
only by habit, no pun intended. All my life I've been bombarded with
Christ this and God that. You
know there are millions, literally, millions starving and dieing. The fact
is
I've had it up to the roof with being told how it is. I know how it is.
You know what pisses me off. In America we are free. But far to
many
people think one of their freedoms is the right to tell me what morals are
mine and what dogma to follow and what humor is good or bad, shit. It is
shit."
"Is that you Darla." I couldn't think of anything else to say. It got
a
laugh anyway.
"Silly. Of course. I've just realized that if I don't speak up soon,
now, even, ten years from now we might get divorced just because we don't
know
each other."
"That sounds like a truth. A fundamental premise among premises to
live
by: namely, honesty. Yes, your right."
"Bob, the other night I saw something about you."
"What?"
"You had a hard on too. You enjoyed my little dance for the guys. I
think
you would not have stopped me if I had started stripping off my skirt.
Am
I right? Don't answer.
Yes, answer."
"I don't know. I did have a hard on. It was like steel. I beat off
all
night. I saw your face on all those strippers. I wished you hadn't got so
drunk and passed out. I thought of fucking you anyway. Did you want to
take
your skirt off?"
"I don't know. I wished when I left I wasn't so drunk; but I don't
know
what I would have done if I stayed. I think if you had called me back and
started a chant that all the guys joined in to like when you all one after
the
other said dance fo r us Darla. I may have gone further. I unbuttoned my
blouse. I didn't stop Chuck when he undid another button. I knew you all
could see my nipples. But what if you hated me for being such a slut.
I don't know."
"But you were wet enough and I was hard enough. Quite a dilemma," I
said.
"Yes."
"I have the answer."
"Oh."
"I'm not drunk now. I'm fully rested. I'm home. I've had days to
think
about it, and I have. I find you much more sexy in the aftermath with
the
memory of you giving all the
guys a hard on. I'm proud of your looks, but more I'm turned on by how sexy
you are."
"Was it sexy; or was it slutty," she asked?
"Which do you want?"
"Once in the ninth grade I was alone in the auditorium. On stage were
several tables and I had been working there on Math. Music class was going
to
be held in there in half and hour so I came early. After a while I noticed
someone peeking under the off stage curtain. It took me a few minutes to
understand. He was look up my skirt. It made me mad, sad for him, and glad
I
had worn my new panties. Why? Because I didn't put my knees together
when I
saw him. Well, really, I spread them a lit tle."
"So," Darla, "was it the mad or the glad you preferred?"
"All I know is I want more. I want you and our marriage and someday
children."
"More what?"
"I guess, I leave that up to you. Well, no, I mean yes, but no. Yes,
up
to you. The answer to your question, more orgasms. I'm scared. I not
scared. This habitual stuff is a
real drag."
"What do you mean habitual stuff?"
"I've had religion crammed down my throat so much, so long that even
though intellectually I rid my self of it. I still feel guilty."
"Maybe that's good."
"How so?"
"Well, I know people who are poor and have learned to live off the
country. They have acquired a home. Receive food stamps and other welfare
items including money. They work under the table part time. The have a
fantastic time. They are not bur dened by quilt. They just go to the beach
swimming, to the mountains skiing, etc. etc. etc."
"I don't get it."
"Darla, tomorrow at two p.m. meet me at the cathedral. Wear the same
outfit you wore the other night. All pink except don't wear you
panties."
"Oh, I don't know...
"Stop right there young lady. Did you say 'I guess I leave that up to
you.'
"Yes."
"So be it. Darla I will always respect you and love you. If things get
out of hand it is my responsibility to stop it. If or when we do stop it,
there will be no regrets and we will just move from one phase of our life
together into another. Agr eed?"
"Yes."
"But we must understand the agreed upon. What is agreed between us? It
is
this. Orgasms are the name of the game, baby. I am in charge. Since I am
in
charge, and it is me who will be arranging the orgasms you can not
embarrass
me or, and this is most important, do anything that will get me or you
beat
up. So then you must strike this deal. The very deal explicit, and
implicit
in our discussion of this evening. I AM IN CHARGE. I AM YOUR SEX MASTER.
Agreed?"
"You scare me."
"Just obey."
"I'll meet you at the church. No panties."
"Say, YES, I AM IN CHARGE. I AM YOUR SEX MASTER."
Darla said, "Yes. You are in charge. You are my sex master."
"Good! Lets go to bed. It's late."
OUR LIFE BECOMES DIFFERENT
I showed up at her church--right time, right place. It's really a
neat
building, all brick with multiple steeples. A real cathedral. I was
bewildered
by the height of ceiling. Finally, I knew there was something about Darla
she
was keeping hid or it, perhaps, hadn't grown fully enough for her to know
of
it, and hence was hid that way from herself.
Whatever the case, we sat in the last pew. No one else was there. We
hoped. I
told her to show me she had no panties. She stood in the aisle and lifted
her
skirt. I looked for a while then pulled my dick out and directed her to
face
the alter and si t. She grasped me by the dick and guided me in. We fucked
for
about a half-hour.
"OK. Darla stand up, but hold tight our juices. Don't let any come out
till I say." I took her hand and we walked to the alter. As we turned to
walk
back up the aisle to the
front door I told her to let our juices flow. She left dribbled spots down
the
alter steps and along the floor to the door. We ran laughing up the street
to
our cars. I yelled before she drove away, "did you have an orgasm?"
"Yes, but I want another."
"I have to go back to work for awhile. Darla, go shopping buy a sexy
outfit, and be wearing it when I get home-- about 6 p.m."
"OK, give me a credit card."
I arrived home about six-fifteen. Darla was standing in the TV room
with
my wool robe on. I noticed she had a five-inch heel on toe-less shoes. Her
stockings were nude with tiny purple hearts-- one heart was directly over
her
right big toe. Her nails were painted pink. I said "your feet surely fit
the
criteria."
"A lady at the Pink Boutique helped. The pink polish is my idea. It
matches my, well you'll see."
"We."
"Yes, you and me. I hope you like the rest. Do you want to see it?"
"Not yet. Wait till the others arrive."
"Others?"
"Yeah, Frank, Bill, and Chuck. There is another game tonight and I
think
the tease you gave them last time ought to be made up to them. This
time
a complete strip. I even have the stripper song on cassette."
"Oh. I'm scared."
"Don't be."
"Should I cook chicken?"
"No they aren't expecting it this time. All they know is the game is
on.
You won't be around. If they ask I'll say your upstairs reading. At
half
time I'll come and get you.
If you need a few drinks there is brandy and a glass in your room. In fact,
you better go up now; they will be here soon. Oh, Darla When you come into
the room you just say Hi to everyone-- a little small talk. Then I'll say,
"hey, it's half time Da rla how about another dance. You look and act
embarrassed. The guys will probably speak up. You say a reluctant no and
whatever else you might say. I'll insist and put on some music. You whine
or
put up some little protest. I'll be adamant. You star t a slow
sway and
dance through the whole song. After that I'll bring out the stripper song.
And
you get hot." The door bell rang. "Go up stairs." She left.
"HI BOB."
"HI CHUCK."
"HI BILL."
"HI FRANK."
"Pregame has started. Beers, brandy, scotch?"
The first quarter went by. During the second quarter Chuck finally
asked. I say finally because there was a thickness in the air. Much
casual looking around. Peeking over shoulders towards the kitchen and
stairs. "Where's Darla, Bob?" "Upstairs. Reading, I think. She'll
probably be down later. Her brandy bottle was almost empty," I said.
"Pretty lady you got there. That dance last time couldn't be beat."
"Yeah, talk about a hard on. She couldn't believe she did it. She said
she was sorry, but that when she heard me telling her to dance, too,
she
did it for me."
My wife would never do that," said Frank. "And as embarrassing as
this
is she won't even do it for me alone. Darla was a real sport. I like her."
"I'm sure she'll appreciate that when I tell her, thanks, Frank."
Darla
told me later she had sat on the steps listening. Her stomach felt real
bad.
Every time it fluttered
hard she threw back a shot of brandy.
"Chuck, I think Darla appreciated your treatment of her. 'You were a
gentleman', she said. I add, you let it be known you thought of her as a
sexy
thing; but you stayed a
gentleman in your expression of it."
"I hope she didn't she my hard on. It snaked almost to my belly
button.
Or better I hope she interprets hard meat as a respectful sign of
admiration."
With that the threesome and one burst into tearful laughter.
The softness of Darla's voice brought everyone to a
sudden and calm silence, "Hi, guys."
BEFORE them in her five inch open toed, black patent shoes stood Darla.
"Anyone need a drink?"
Chuck said, "Hi Darla. I was becoming sad at the thought you might not
join us. Let me get you a drink." With that he leapt to his feet and was
back
in a flash with her brandy and a kiss on the cheek. He sat. Darla stood in
front of the TV sippi ng.
"Hi, Darla," said Frank. I love your outfit."
Her arm floated up from her sides her hands palms up; and she turned
slowly
three-hundred-and-sixty degrees." She wore a silk jump-suit with a large
gold
zipper down the front around the crotch and up to the middle of her back.
The
purple silk shimmered and Darla smiled, "thank you, Frank."
The suit hung perfectly. All over her body the material outlined her
form
perfectly. Except at her ass, it clung and completely cupped each cheek.
Darla's ass is perfectly curved. And she saw that everyone thought so: her
face was red, and she c ouldn't wipe her fantastic ear to ear grin away so
she
turned around again to hide her face revealing that derriere again.
I poked Chuck in the ribs, softly and grinned and told him to ask
her
to dance.
"Darla how about another half-time dance for us again," he said.
She looked at me and said she would rather not. I said, "oh, just a
little, sweety. You look so sexy, and it's half time."
Bill finally spoke up, " yeah, sexy. Just a little half time
entertainment, a little like the cheerleaders at the game. Give me the
remote." He turned off the TV. "How, the
hell do you turn on the stereo," he said, pushing all the buttons.
"Here, Bill, I'll do it."
"Do you want me to dance, Bob?"
"Well, you sure look good in that. Where did you get it? You should
shop
there more often."
"At a store in the Southside Mall." I turned on the music, and
she
sipped some more brandy while swaying to the music. When the brandy
was
finished and the glass set down, she began grinding her hips around
and
tuned around with them. "Great baby. Love the way the silk fits your
butt like a glove, lets see it bent over. You are hot. My dick.
Sweety, baby, how about a strip all the way?"
The guys got real horny fast. It surprise me; but I was right
there
with them and I said, "hey, darling, I got the stripper tune here
somewhere, I
think. How bout it?" I poked Chuck in the ribs, softly, but more firmly
this
time, and motion ed that he should say something.
"Darla, sweety, you've grown into a beautiful woman. Won't you
entertain
us?"
I found the music, it was on reel to reel tape and was a fifteen
minute loop. It would play over and over and over, etc.
Her grin turned serious as she caught up with the beat as she
leaned
toward us displaying her purple clad breast. She swayed round and round
and
each time around the zipper was an inch or so further down. When it reached
about navel level sh e leaned way over again.
This time she shook her self at the shoulders and all at once a
purple-trimmed, silvery-maroon half-bra pleased us all. The absolute need
to
jerk her clothing back up to cover her exposed nipples crossed her face;
but
she circled around and a round on the carpet before us. The body suit
slipped
and hung on her hips. The purple ruffles lining her maroon garter belt
exposed
where they drape over the heights of her hip.
Beneath the small arch of garter belt I spied a very thin yellow
string following the similar path over the hip only a slightly different
one
thereafter. She twirled and twirled
smoothly gyrating her hips. Twirling and twirling like the Krishna people I
had once seen dance when all of a sudden in a flash of purple and yellow
and
maroon splotches bursting in the air before us her body suit fell to the
ground. The next few sec ond seemed forever-- the Hindu enlightenment;
Nirvana.
Darla seemed forever to stand poised in a pool purple in a bubble of
time. In this all she lifted one then the other foot free from the suit,
and
then to my utter surprise and
pleasure she put her hands behind her head palms forward and began rotating
her pelvis in our faces. Her dark nipples pointing hard and sharp into the
air.
Of course, we no longer were gentlemen, (or perhaps she would think
now we were gentlemen) we all at once spontaneously began to hoot and howl
and
whistle.
Chuck let out a long whistle, which brought a large smile to Darla's
face. He said, "take it off baby." Another long whistle. "Sweetheart, baby,
darling Darla, I love your hard nipples." With that she brought her hands
down
and cupped her tits f rom underneath (a second bra) and lifted and squeezed
and pulled her tits out. Then holding them that way she took each nipple
between thumb and finger and rolled
them around and pulled them even further out.
Now Bill had his dick out of his pants and Darla was watching while
she danced out of her bra and tossed it into his lap. Leaning way over
facing
Bill she shook her tits over and over again at him. Darla had a perpetual
grin on h er face; on ly enterupted laughs and giggles.
She picked up my drink and downed it while standing with one foot on
the
coffee table. She unhooked her garter, changed feet, and undid the other
garter and the belt.
During the next five minutes of dancing the stockings slid down her legs
and
she took them off. Now she stood absolutely still facing us in the smallest
yellow g-string I
ever saw. Hands of hip, we whistling, clapping, complimenting, and some
whacking their exposed meat. She turned slowly round 180 and stood the same
way for about five long minutes. Chuck started to go for her. I stopped him
with, "no touching."
He settled back shaking his head OK. Darla took off her g-string and
handed it to me, then she laid on the floor and with legs together lifted
them
straight up. Then she spread them out to her side (she can do the splits so
she spread them prett y good). We all looked. Right there covering her
cunt,
just her cunt, the bush above was bare, just covering her lips and clit and
her ass hole was this little plastic thing g-string without the string. It
was
held on by two little smooth plastic fin gers one
in the anus and the other
her vagina. After about five minutes of rolling and spreading and lifting
and
spreading she jumped up and ran away. Everyone was breathless. Bill had cum
all over himself
with Darla watching and giving out a little squeal when he came.
"Do you think she'll be back down," Chuck asked.
"No."
"Well, wonderful party, Bob. I hate to enjoy and run, but I got to get
home and fuck my wife."
Bill went to the bathroom to clean up, and in about ten minutes all
three
of them were gone. After about an hour I went up stairs. Darla was asleep.
On
the dressing table I saw the tiny strapless, plastic bikini. I took it down
stairs and smelle d it till I had a hard on, and then I pushed the larger
of
the two finger plugs into my ass and on my elbow and knees beat off while
watching the video I had secretly taken of Darla's strip.
The next morning I was up early and felt great. Darla came down late.
She
looked embarrassed. The first words were mine but she had a bunch of her
own
that followed quickly.
"Good morning baby, I love you. What shall we have for breakfast?"
"Do you hate me?"
"I meant what I just said. I love you. But to clarify things, I
respect
you. I appreciate having you as my wife and I don't ever want that
relationship to end. What happened last night is just the beginning and I
do
not let you go. In fact, say again what I want to hear."
"I love you."
"That's good, we will add that to the daily ritual of stating the
fact.
You know the whole statement, say it."
"Oh. You are in charge. You are my sex master."
"Come on, now."
"You are in charge. You are my sex master. I love you."
"I love you. What shall we have to eat? Hot cakes?"
"I'll fix them. I love you, Bob."
While she cooked I asked her things. "Darla, did you like it?"
"Yes."
"Would you like to strip for ten or twenty men and women?"
"Women, too?"
"Don't bother about the details. Darla, you squealed. Actually,
squealed
when Bill came."
"I know. It was so so so. I wanted to suck it."
"In front of three other men?"
"It didn't matter."
"You didn't take off your stringless bikini. Why not?"
"I wanted to real bad. I wanted to take hold of my lips and pull them
and
show them my clit."
"And your ass hole. Did you want to show it to?"
"Yeah."
"Why didn't you. When Chuck started to come at me you stopped him. I
thought if I started playing with myself I might go over and sit on
Bill's meat I was so wet. I was so
wet running up stairs the thing fell out of me."
We laughed long and hard then fucked, and I went to work.
On my way home I wanted my sex lady to feel the meat. After a little
thought I knew who it would be. At the market we have been going to for
almost
two years a boy there
seemed to have a crush on Darla. I know he just turned eighteen a week or
two
ago. So I went and bought some apples. I told him that I was impotent and
that
Darla did
not want another man's member in her vagina but that she needed to have an
orgasm. If he followed the rules he could help. He agreed.
He was to let her suck him off. She would be dressed he naked. He
could
not touch her. He was to lay on the kitchen table and she would sit on a
chair. He agreed while shaking almost uncontrollably.
"Be at my house at eight tonight. You know where it
is?"
"Yes."
"Exactly at eight. Come to the back door. See you then."
At home I told Darla to wear her pink skirt with no panties and a bra
and
blouse. I told her to wait on the couch just before eight. Jim (that's
his name) was precise. I told
him to strip and lay on the blanket on the table. "Darla
will be right in."
"Darla, go into the kitchen sit on the blue chair and suck till you
have
an orgasm." When we got to the kitchen door I whispered, "he must cum in
you
mouth and you must
come without his touching you." I gave her a little push through the door.
She
stepped right back out again. "That's Jim from the store. I can't. He'll
tell
everyone."
"Darla, you must understand that to be a slut is just that. A slut is
because she craves to be just that, you slut. Tell me you did not look at
his
dick."
"I can't."
"Because you did look. Did you like it?"
"Yes. But."
"A sex master must not be questioned, must not be disobeyed. Darla
this
is just our fourth adventure, I see hundreds ahead. Many slutty things
you may not want to do
but you will do them. Why? Because you will choose to. This once I'll send
our
victim home. If it happens again I will have to assume you do not
really
want this and we will stop for a conventional existence." I turned and
headed for the kitchen. "Wait, your right I want to suck him. I
wanted
to suck Bill, I'm just nervous. I can't wait to slurp it into my
mouth. I
hope it's not hard yet."
"Hi Jim."
"Hi Darla." She sat down.
"You have a beautiful cock, and lovely balls. I'm going to suck you
till
you cum in my mouth is that OK?"
"You bet."
With that and before it got to hard she slurped Jim's member into her
mouth, sucking till it was hard. She scootedher chair up close to the
table
and began licking and sucking one then the other testicle. Licking then
sucking. Then she licked up the shaft over over again. Maybe a hundred
times
she lick from his anus up to the head of his dick. Never once did she put
it
in her mouth after that first time. He hurt from the hardness of it. She
took
it into both hands one above the other and sq ueezed,
literally,
as hard as she could over and over. By now I was sitting in the corner
watching and taking video and polaroid pictures. She stood up and took his
meat into her mouth and sucked up and down over and over and over. I looked
at
my watch. Ten minutes we nt by before she changed to something else.
Whacking
his dong in long smooth strokes she sucked his balls.
Darla had been sharing her hands with Jim and herself. She put a
finger
deep inside her cunt and then asked Jim, "Jim do you want some of my cunt
juices in your mouth?"
"Yeah." Darla's fingers went from one orifice to the other. Cunt to
mouth
and he sucked hard her fingers and licked them clean. And while he did she
banged herself and sucked hard on his dick. Cum came squirting from the
edges
of her mouth as hi s balls lifted high and she came with a squeal. They lay
there quiet for fifteen minutes. Then Jim got dressed and I showed him some
pictures.
"Look at this one of her sucking you. Do you want it?"
"Yeah."
"Here take these three. I like that one. Look at the expression in her
eye like she don't even want that dick outof her mouth ever. Yeah, you
can have them. It's getting
late, you better go. Jim don't come back here unless I invite you. I might,
too. Bye."
"Bye, Jim," Darla said, "you have a lovely tasting cock. And it's big
and
pretty, thanks."
"Good night, Darla."
"Did you cum baby?"
"Yeah. Three times. It was great."
"So you really truly like being a slut?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to suck, and fuck, three dicks all at once?"
"I think it would be great. Well, I don't know. Who?"
"Well, I don't want to embarrass you. Who would you not want?"
"I don't know."
"OK. Anyone then. I'm glad you said that. It shows you really are
becoming a true slut."
"A true slut would suck anyone, Bob."
"Yes."
"Then I choose you." So she sucked me all night long. I'm glad it was
Friday."
Several weeks went by and we fucked in semi-public a few times. Even got
spied
on once. Some other little stuff happened but one Saturday morning was
three
days away and I was setting up something special. Sunday was to be the
really
special day but saturday would tell how much of a slut my wife had become
under my tutelage.
Saturday morning I told Darla to wear panties and bra and nothing else
around the house. She new tomorrow was going to be a busy sex day. Today
surprised her. When the door bell rang I told her to go and answer it. She
started to question me but stopped and went to the door in panties and
bra. I
whispered open the door wide and invite whoever it is in. Convince whoever
it
is to let you give him head. And also lick his
ass clean.
Darla opened the door and there stood our fifteen year old paper boy
wanting his pay. "Your name is Phil isn't it?"
"Yes. I need the subscription money."
"Come in. Wait here." She practically ran into the kitchen. I
watched
trough a crack in the door the paper boy stare at her lovely ass.
"Bob,"
she said, "it's the paper boy."
"Darla, go tell him you have no money and suck him." Darla looked
at
me long and slow. Then said quietly, "I am a slut; I am a slut." She went
back into the living room.
"Phil I don't have any money. I'll take off my clothes for you, if
you'll loan me the money for the paper bill."
With that said and waiting for no answer she undid her bra and
pulled
off her panties and then commenced to walk around and show herself
off. She stepped up to him, "do you want to feel me." She lifted
one
breast and squeezed it. "Go ahead." He did. A lot. Her breasts were
wonderfully large and he play with them and sucked them. She leaned
to
his ear and whispered would you like to suck between my legs.
"Yeah."
She sat down on an armchair and pointed at her spread lips. "Suck
me."
He did ferociously. And when she took her lips and pulled them wide apart
he
began dipping his fingers and tongue deep in her. "See that right there,"
she
said pointing at h er clit suck that. Don't stop till I say and then I'll
do
the same for you." He sucked and squeezed for a long time, and finally she
came. And then she took down his pants and gave him his first blow job.
She
sucked and stroked while he stood in he r living
room. When stroking she spoke to him. "It must be eight inches long. How
long
are you Phil, do you know?"
"No." His ass was tightening up and he stood taller as she stroke his
dick with her right hand. He had grown accustomed to being sexually aroused
and naked for Darla,
and now his muscles were flexing with pride for her eyes to feast on, her
hands to touch.
"Later," Darla said, "I want to measure your cock. I'll measure it
from
here." she placed her finger near his anus, "all the way to here," she
kissed
the very tip of his
red glans and then slowly swallowed his member. While rolling her tongue
over
and over and over his red knob and while flexing her lips in a munching
motion, and while fondling his balls and while reaming his ass with her
finger, she listened to his sex sounds-- his hard breathing.
"Phil, do you want me to kiss you ass," she said, while holding his
shaft
in one hand and his balls in the other.
"Yes."
She moved her full hands slowly up and down, up and down. "Turn
around
and bend over." It was quite a humorous sight, ole Phil, taking little
steps
in a circle. When he was fully turned and bent. Darla buffed his butt many
times and then began making small kisses all over his buttocks. As she
placed
the many kisses her hands kneaded the firm hairy flesh out away from his
anus.
She directed her attention there licking and sucking while her hands moved
to
his bobbing penis and testicles. He, I assume, couldn't believe his luck,
and
I was getting video and photos to compete with the best ever seen.
Picture the video if you will ( lights, camera, action) He's bent
over; She's slurping his ass, both her hands taking long slow strokes up
and
down his eight inch dick, while his knees are shaking and his knuckles are
white from holding on to the back of the couch. She's squated and spread
wide. What a shot, I have to tell you. And Darla, how about her.
The look in her eye when she first stripped for the guys, I
thought,
was pure sex. But the primal need (pardon the cliche), the animal I saw
squatted there sucking this young studs ass was as base as it gets. Well I
hope not.
All that mattered to her was that he have the best orgasm ever. His
whole body tightened hard and he stood straight and started groaning loud.
"Cum Phil. Shoot
your cum all over the room. Hit the ceiling," Darla commanded half standing
to
get a better grip; and she beat his meat harder and he yelled a groan and
his
hips jerked and his butt flexed and cock like a hydraulic pump pumped cum
in
large dollops in to her open mouth. In the last second she had stooped and
placed her mouth into a sperm catching position.
Phil fell like a puppet over the back of the couch and didn't
move.
Darla sat on the floor under him squeezing and stroking his half hard
member,
licking its tip cum occasionally.
"Well, Phil is my bill paid?"
"Yes Mam."
"You better get dressed and get back to work. Oh, Phil, you have a
lovely
big cock. Now listen to me. Don't ever come around here; my husband is real
smart and stupid. He'll figure it out, and then do something stupid,
probably
to you. I don't want you to come back, except to deliver the paper and
pick
up the check. OK."
"OK."
"You better go, bye."
"Darla," I called to her from the kitchen; and she joined me there.
"You
couldn't get enough of that dick. Am I right?" In answer she got down on
her
knees, pulled out my
dick and began working it up.
"Bob, you don't hate me do you?"
"Hate you?"
"I loved his dick. I love your dick. When Phil's cock started pulsing
and
twitching every time I licked his ass all my inhibitions left me. I left
me.
All there was was cock and soon to be ejaculating sperm. Oh, Bob, you
should
have felt its pul sing, hot, firmness." She sucked me silly.
It had only been several weeks since the first ball game dance.
Darla
pleased the heck out of me. I guess not many guys could handle having a
wife
(or maybe I'm just a good teacher) learn she is a nympho.
Tomorrow I had a treat for Darla. Actually it was a treat for the
two
of us. It took me
a week to set it up. That's why I didn't want her to fuck Phil. I wanted
her
horn dog. Nothing is to good for my sweety. I was having a morning
breakfast
party. Four men were going to visit. I would be the fifth. We went to bed
early. We were up a five a.m. The guests each had a unique time of arrival,
all had set there watches the same as mine.
Every half hour, starting with the first one at eight, the next guest
would arrive to enjoy the festivities, to gather and be sociable.
"When are they getting here?"
"Don't worry about that."
"I'll get dressed."
"No. Wear nothing."
"Oh, it's going to be a party."
"There will be four guest."
"Four? Four men?"
"Yes."
"Are they all for me. Do they know I'll be nude and waiting for them?"
"Yes. Come with me up stairs, please." I had bought an enema kit. In
the
bedroom I had her lay down and I administered a full load of warm
water.
"That feels good, Bob. You can do it again, later. Why are you
doing
it now?"
"Some of the men will probably want to fuck you in the ass-- I should
think... Well, we'll see. When you can't hold it any longer go to the
restroom
and clean up. Come down and sit on the bench in the living room and wait."
A little later I looked into the living room, Darla was sitting on the
edge of the long, wide upholstered bench in the center of the room. Her
hair
brushed just right. A
touch of makeup. And on her feet those black open toed shoes with the five
inch heels. I smiled. Her back was straight, and her hands were in her
lap
calmly waiting. "Bob."
"Yes."
"Will they all come together?"
"No. Every half hour another one will arrive. By twelve-thirty they
will
all be here. At four they will leave. One is here now, Darla, this is
Jake."
"Hi, Jake," Darla said.
"Jake," I said, "take off your clothes. There are hangers and a rod
over
there. Is it warm enough for you,Darla, Jake?"
"No, turn it up five degrees. Oh, Jake, what a elegant dick. It's got
a
crook in it, look Bob. Is it crooked when it's fully erect?"
"That's a surprise, Darla. For me to know and you to find out," I
said.
He stepped up to her while sending me a thank you smile. "Your
nipples
are the most fantastically erotic I've ever seen."
"Thank you." She immediately sucked his cock hard. "Look, Bob, Jake's
cock does bend when hard." Sure enough, at about inch four of his nine
incher
it bent to the right at least fifteen degrees.
"It's so fat. Jake, fuck me." Darla lay back on the bench and
spread
herself for him,
and, he obliged without comment. "Oh, that's fantastic. It's crooked all
the
way in me. Faster Jake." It wasn't long before Darla began having an orgasm
as
the door bell rang.
"Darla," I said, and in response her head rolled to the right and her
eyes slowly drifted into view.
"Hmmm."
"This is John. He's come to visit."
"Hi, John. You should see Jake's penis. It has a crook in it. It feels
so
erotic the way it spreads my vagina horizontally when he shoves it in all
the
way in one long thrust, look." She pointed, and John followed her finger
which
she had moved all the way to her clit where Jake's member pumped in and
out--
her lips stretching a good two
inches on the outward pull. "Show him Jake." Jake stopped his stroke and
the
knob popped free.
"Sweetheart, Darla, I don't have a crook but mine is ten inches long
and
three inches in diameter will that please you?"
"O O O O, harder Ja Ja Ja Jake," Jake had resumed.
"Take my tits John. I... I... I... CUMMING O O O. FUCK ME." John took
Darla's tits one at a time with both hands. He squeezed each and
pulled
them out; then he suck
each of the poking nipples hard.
"O O..."
"While sucking Darla's nipple he laid the head of his meat to Darla's
lips. Automatically, her lips began munching the hooded flesh, her tongue
slipping to it's tip and entering the slit there while her body jerked in
spasms from the orgasms Ja ke's pumping penis produced.
Fred arrived a little early. Darla rolled over onto her hip taking
John's cock deeper into her mouth. Her leg lifted and went over and rested
on
Jake's chest while his member still pressed deep into her vagina. I
suggested
to Fred, the obvio us, that in that position her anus beckened a hard
cock's
entry. He obliged it. The photos I took of Darla's triple entry brought her
to
a masterbation orgasm many times through the next several years. I couldn't
resist taking a perch in the corner o f the room with
my camera in one hand and my cock in the other while watched the present
and
dreamed of the future. I wondered if a second cock could enter in with the
one
already in her vagina. Dick (no pun intended) would be here soon, maybe.
I crept over to Darla's ear. "Darla do you think another cock will fit
in
next to the other one in you
delicious pussy?"
"I don't know."
"Can I try?"
"If it fits you should wear it."
I went to Jake and told him Darla wanted me to slide my cock in with
his.
"OK by you?"
"Sounds real cool," he said.
Fred had listened, and friendly-like he went to the rest room to wash
his
dick. When he returned, he and John took turns getting Darla's tongue
lashings. Jake and I
positioned ourselves for the orchestrated double fuck of Darla's very wet
cunt. It wasn't easy. Jake's bent cock helped. We used it as a, well,
like a
shoe horn. We did manage and so did Darla. After several pistoning
strokes
she loosened up to it and what a fuck we gave her.
"Well, babe, you now have two in your cunt, one in your mouth and one
in
hand. You need one more, and I want you to think about this for the next
few
minutes while we wait for Jerry. Jerry has unique penis."
"Oh," moaned Darla?
"It's twelve inches long. But that's not the big deal. He say's it's
only
an inch in diameter. Think about that long thin thing sliding forever
further and further up into your
ass. Ah, Jerry! Hey get naked quick and stick it up her ass-- all the way,"
I
said.
"Hi Jerry. See there I got two cocks in my cunt. I like it. Especially
when they push and pull at a different time. Jake goes in, and Bob pulls
out.
I've come at least ten
times since we started this morning. Hey guys let me suck Jerry up so he
can
ass fuck me. Come here Jerry, I never even seen a black cock before. It's
so
lovely. Black IS
beautiful. MMMMM>taste good, too. OK. Stick it up my ass, please. OOOOOO...
O
O O FUCK ME FUCK ME IN THE ASS. YEAH, ALL THE WAY IN. Oh, Bob, you
should
try Jerry's rod up your ass. It feels so bad. Oh, my, everyone all at
once
now pump pump pump pump."
The time that the guys had agreed with would be the time to end sex
and go home. "OK, guys lineup," I said. They all stood up and got in a
line
in front of Darla. "Darla, everyone has to go home soon, as you suck them
off
one at a time they' ll leave."
"Oh, sure. Blow jobs for everyone. Why don't you other guys sit down
around us so you can watch my technique. Maybe you'll write me a letter and
give me some
pointers."
Darla grabbed Jake's penis with both hands and began jacking him
off.
After awhile she suck till his cum bubbled at the corners of her mouth.
"OK,
Jerry. Bye. Hi Jake."
"Good night, Darla. It's really a pleasure to meet someone with a
trully
broadminded philosophy. Your probably the most honest woman I've ever met.
Bye," Jerry said.
Darla sucked each in their turn. Each of the visitors left. Finally we
sat alone on the bench.
"Do you want me to suck you off, darling," Darla asked?
"No, sweety, lets shower and eat and go to bed."
"OK."
"Bob."
"Yes."
"Are you asleep?"
"No."
"When I was about thirteen I dreamed of boys and men. I even would
sneak
looks at them when I could. I only got lucky a few times. Once I spied
on
a cousin. He was fifteen. I caught him masterbating. He didn't see
me.
His was the first cock I
ever saw. But Mom and Dad were getting into there religious stride
and I
became scared and confused and contemptuous. I The pressure at that age,
and
the continual push from all around me drowned me out. My desires were
suppressed, allogated to the never
-neverland of my dreams. Even there the quilt crushed me. The dreams became
nightmares in time. Eventually, I was a good little Catholic girl full of
neurosis and guilt and fear and no longer a happy, horny wide-eyed child
growing into a sexual being .
I want to thank you for being my man, my husband, my lover, my
helper,
my sex master. I love you."
"I love you. Do you want to be even more of a slut then you have been
so
far?"
"I want to do more of what we've been doing. Is that what you mean?"
"No."
"How can I be more of a slut?"
"You tell me tomorrow. After breakfast I'll call in sick, and you tell
me
your version of being a sleaze."
THE NEXT morning all was quiet as we showered and ate and had coffee on the
front porch. It was a warm morning. The traffic eased after the morning
rush.
We were quiet, happy and content sipping and watching.
"Bob!"
"Hmmm."
"Today, I am very horny. I want some more orgasms."
"Have you thought about the chore I set you last night, Darla?"
"Yes. I want to be a sleaze. Slut was fun; but sleaze has got to be
best.
You know what would really give me orgasms is going somewhere
public
where people are close; and let guys touch me more and more till they have
their finger in my butt or cunt or something like that. I know, the mall.
Young studs are always g iving me the eye. I usually ignore them. Yeah, I
could entice one to stand with me by the waterfall and finger me. That
would
be a real slut, don't you think? I won't charge them anything. That way
I'll
be a slut instead of a prostitute."
"That's it. I like that-- wear just a summer dress, nothing else,
well,
shoes. BUT, we'll do that another day. Today, I have another plan my
firm-
breasted sleaze.
"What plan is that," she said?
"You tell me about a fantasy you've had about getting it on with
another woman; if you haven't had one make one up. But don't tell
me
it is fake. Pretend it's for real."
She told me a short tale. I could not help being a bit sarcastic
about the lack of story in her story. I asked her, "so what size
tits
did you lady have, Darla?"
"Small," she said.
Her lips clamped shut after the word. I felt the pout; but I'm a
cruel
master. Darla my dearest and lovely wife squirmed with irritation. She had
spoke her fantasy before seeing into the reality of it; and now the sex
master
had her and the p romise of a hard on that will hurt so good. I asked,
"how
about the nipples. What do you like in the way of nipples?"
"Oh," she said, "big red patches with large suckable nips."
I know she was being flippant. Later she told me that while
telling
me about "red patches" big red aureoles with one-inch nipples proudly
pointing directly into her mouth drifted in her mind; and she wondered
what
it would be like to hold a another woman's breast-- just to stand there
and
let them rest in her palms while she has a little small talk with her
friend.
I asked if she would let her thumbs play with those nipples. She blushed
and
went for coffee.
"Look babe why don't we just forget this and go have lunch in
town."
"OK."
She was very pleased with this suggestion. In all our, or rather, her
sluty stuff I had not seen much reluctance. Infact as you have read, her
hot
box drove her along relishing every drop of cum. But she revolted when she
saw
in her fantasy her tongue enter into another woman's anus. We drove to the
city and ate pizza bythe slice at the mall. We sat near the fountain and
ate.
I said, "let's go to a hotel and get laid," I said.
Darla spread her legs. I saw a young man sneaking around so he coud
see
her beaver; I'm sure he got an eye full-- though she were tiny panties and
only got a little
peek and some stray pubic hair and the pussy lips tightly encased in silk.
"Yeah, I want your tongue to lick me from belly button down between my legs
across my ass hole and up over and over in long wet slurps." As she said
this
her words got louder so the man could here. We left laughing for a motel.
I rented a two bedroom suite with a living room and juccuzi. As we
walked
down the long hall I told her to strip as we went. By the time we got the
the
room door she stood
in just her panties. We went in.
"Darla," I said, " here is the phone number of a call girl
service
call, and six-hundred dollars. I'll stay out of site in the bedroom. I want
you to do to her what you wanted me to do to you-- in long wet slurps over
and
over again. I wan t you to rub yourself on her pussy. Your whole body. I
want you to smear her pussy juice all over both your feet and legs-- backs
of
knees, inner thighs, your butt cheeks, you face and brow and chin and neck,
you arms. I want every part of your bo dy to sm
ell like her pussy. And when you have completely had her, and she has left
we'll go to the mall so everyone can smell you."
I left the room and shut my door; and all was quiet, until two
hours
later a muffled knock came; I ran to my door, opened it a very little and
peeked. A very tall and beautiful woman came in and sat on the bed. I
could
not hear, but in a wh ile Darla handed her money, and the woman undressed.
I
shut the door and went to sleep.
The next morning Darla woke me up with hot coffee and bacon and eggs
from
room service. She smelled very much like pussy from head to toe. I kissed
her
mouth and the scent of the other woman took my breath away. I licked her
cheek
and the taste of cunt sent a shiver up my back.
"Darla, I didn't watch. I didn't want to scare her away; tell me what
happened."
"She came in and sat on the bed. She sat on the bed, and said, 'My
name
is Honey, what do you want?'
"All I could think to say is what you told me to do. I said I want
to
lick you from belly button to the small of you back through your crotch,
over
and over. I was so scared. Ashamed."
Honey said, 'is that all?'
"I said no. I want you to lick me, too, and to have sex with me. I
want to smear your pussy juice all over my body. I want both of
us
to have orgasms.
She said, "OK. Five-hundred cash.
I was so nervous I handed her the six-hundred dollars. She told me to
sit on the bed; and then she very slowly took off all her clothes except
for a
thin yellow garter belt and nude stockings. She acted like she was in
charge.
I guess I was ver y passive, not knowing what to do. I was scared and a lot
sick to my stomach. And then it was do it or not. Then I realized that I
could not take my eyes off her nipples, or her pussy lips. My chest was
very
heavy, and I was breathing quick, short, sudden
breathes. I wanted her.
She took my hand and slid me around on the bed so my head was at
the
edge. I was on my back looking at the ceiling. She backed up to me and I
lay
there looking up at her ass and cunt. It was shaved bald. She lowered
herself and said, 'lick and suck hard, soon I'll be gone.
I didn't do it but I looked and looked while she wiggled and
squeezed
her ass cheeks and raised and lowered herself sometimes so close I thought
she
was going to rub herself on my face. I couldn't act.
Then she said real hard and demanding, "lick me."
I did. I stuck my tongue out and tasted between anus and vagina
with
one short lick then another. She moaned and tryed to lengthen the stroke
of
my tongue with her hip movements. My third lick went wild. I had closed my
eyes to hide from the shame I felt. The taste was different. I looked,
and
she had taken her ass cheeks in her hands and spread them wide and had
placed
her anus directly onto my tongue. I licked twice and then lost count of
the
licks. I licked it over and over again. S he reached back
and took the back of my head in one hand and pressed my face tightly to
her
butt. My tongue slipped easily into her anus and sucked all around it. She
was
moaning and arching her back so much I wanted to pleasure her more. I
began
to dream of her b reast and clit.
Honey, then moved away to the bed on all fours with her ass in the
air. It was so beautifully round and smooth, Bob, I wanted to share it
with
you. She said, 'Darla, come and lick and suck my cunt and ass.' She had her
tit in hand and was kn eading it. I went to her and placed my tongue at the
small of her back and then licked down all the way to her ass hole, and
then I
laid under her and looked at her pussy lips. They were long
with all the hair shaved. The scent intoxicated me. I mean I was drunk.
Bob,
her lips at the clit came together and stuck out like a little penis. It
was
two inches long and ruffled and pink and I sucked it very slowly tasteing
and
feeling it all the way into my mouth and I had an orgasm. All the time I
wanted to stop with the shame of it, and all of the time Honey kept saying
lick it-- LICK IT -- suck it.
By then I had pulled open my robe. My specific reason, among other
obvious ones, was I wanted Honey to see my cunt; I wanted her to see me
masturbating my fingers in my cunt lips. Bob! I felt so so so. Damn, I
don't know how to say it. W et. Hot. Horny. Filty little slut.
Exhibitionist. That's it. All of that.
She commanded me to lick. She said, 'suck my pussy lips into your
mouth, suck it and lick it at the same time, Sweety. Push your tongue all
the
way onto my clit. It's hard, feel it?' Then she rolled on to her side.
One
leg stretched out th e other pulled up with her foot resting on her other
knee. Her crotch was exposed from belly button to ass hole. 'I want long
wet
slurps from belly button to ass hole-- NOW BITCH, LONG LICKS, NOW.' I knew
it
was your command, and now, she demanded it .
I began at the small of her back like you said. I licked down
across
her velvet ass clevage to her puss. Then I moved around the her other side
and
licked her cunt and up her belly. Then I crawled around to her ass and did
the
whole thing ov er again. After six or several times, I realized if I
gripped
her ankle with my hand and lifted her leg into the air, I could lick from
ass
to belly in one long slurp. I did too at least forty times. She had an
orgasm; so did I. She jumped up and s tarted getting
dressed. I told her that I wanted her cunt juices smeared all over my body.
She said another two-hundred.
Do you like her scent-- her smell, her taste?"
"It's a little stale but pleasant. I'm going to call room service for
more coffee and orange juice, do you want anything?"
"No." She put on a robe, and we rested while listening to the radio.
When the knock came I told Darla to stand near the window.
"Hi. Come in." A short Latino man with a dark handlebar mushtache and
very broad shoulders came in carrying a tray. He set it on the table and
hesitated for a tip; I shut the door and said to him, "this is Darla, my
wife.
What is your name, sir? "
"I am Carlos."
"My wife has been bad. When she is bad she needs to be punished. For a
tip for you my wife will show her body to you if you like. Do you?"
"Yes, indeed, please."
"Darla, strip." Darla was very surprised, mad even, but she untied the
cord at her waist and removed the robe. She replaced her anger or
whatever it was with a large continuing grin.
"Carlos," I said, "would you like to put your penis in her ass and
fuck
it?"
"Yes. Indeed, your woman is very beautiful."
"Darla, lay over the back of the couch and open your cheeks. Carlos
fuck
whichever hole you want." He did, for a surprisingly long time. I told
him
that for more punishment I wanted him to shoot his cum all over her back,
it
came in four large spasms; the first
gob landed between her shoulder blades and the second and also the third
splat
at her waist and spread out there. The fourth he aimed between her ass
cheeks
and he smeared it all over her ass with his dick. I quickly gave him his
clothes and ushered him out. He went with a smile.
"Smear that beauty cum into your skin, sweetheart." I then put my cock
into her pussy and fucked her and then shot my wad all over her stomach.
"Smear that stuff in too, babe, I want you to smell like a sex machine when
you get to the main cours e."
"The main course," Darla asked?
The writing of this story is one more way that Darla and I increase
our sexual expression and sexual satisfaction. Darla has since come to
appreciate her exhibitionist talent. We hope to communicate with many
magazine, perhaps, photo sets i n the future. Right now we are learning
our
way around the Internet and BBS's.
Just a little explanation and we will log off here.
I condensed the time period covered in this our story. I forget
now
how many weeks, exactly, I depicted here from the time of the first
football
game party. I'll call them several. In reality the several weeks detailed
here were many, abou t twelve months; and there were many erogenous
escapades
in those twelve months not detailed here.
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