My First Weekend as a Slut 1

     I am a 33 year old woman who, after an unsuccessful 10
year stint at marriage, found myself back in the single
market. Although I was not a virgin when I married, my sex
life was limited to uneventful coupling with little
foreplay. My ex and I tried a few things to put some
excitement in our relationship, but nothing more than a
little role playing and some different positions. I had a
recent experience that I'm sure has changed my view of sex
for life.
     After the divorce, I moved into a large apartment
complex about 15miles from my office. One of my girlfriends
from work got me interested in Aerobics Classes to help
relieve some of the stress of work and the divorce. Having
had a bad childhood, and low self-esteem, I have been about
15-20 pound overweight since I was a teenager. I got a
promotion shortly before the divorce, which made me feel
worth something, and the aerobics and weight training
brought out a figure that I had never seen on me before. For
the first six months after the divorce, my life consisted of
going to work, four days a week of aerobics, and meals and
TV at home, alone. The class instructor was always giving us
little nutrition talks and handouts, and after a couple of
months, I had dropped the extra pounds. I was starting to
feel good about myself, and my newly developed figure.
     I have never been what you would describe as a
knockout, but I look pretty good these days. I stand about
five foot, with natural strawberry blond hair and very fair
skin. I am a little on the petite side with smallish (b cup)
breasts, slim hips and have developed a tight little butt..
I have a cute enough face, but I have never attracted much
male attention, probably because of the weight and my
usually frumpy dress. My  work wardrobe consists of below
the knee skirts, loosely tailored, and high neck blouses. I
usually wear my shoulder length hair tied up on my head in a
bun or occasionally a French braid. As I regained my
confidence, my friend Kelly started to encourage me to
loosen up and buy some clothes to show off my new figure.
Kelly, is a very outgoing, sexy girl in her late twenties
who gets more than her share of attention (and her share of
sex as well.) She kept after me to go out with her and meet
some men, but I kept putting her off since I didn't feel I
was ready to date yet.
     A couple of weeks ago I met a very nice man at a
bookstore. He was pleasant looking, although a little older
than me, and quite charming. He invited me for a coffee in
the store Cafe, and after a nice conversation, asked me out
for a date. We went out a few times, and although I really
had a good time in his company, I kept our contact limited
to fairly chaste good night kisses. He would occasionally
call me at work, but never at home, and I found myself more
and more attracted to him. After he had been away for a two
week business trip (or so he claimed) we arranged for him to
pick me up at work on a Friday night. I called Kelly and
asked her to help me shop for a sexy outfit. Having missed
his company over  the two weeks, I had decided that I was
ready for the next step and had decided to allow myself to
let go have a little sex (after all it had been almost 8
months since I had any sex at all).
     While my "date" had been gone, I met one of my
neighbors. He lived on the same floor as me and we often saw
each other in passing on the way to and from work. He
stopped me over the first weekend that Doug was gone, and
said that he had noticed me pulling out of the office
complex across the street from his office. As the city had
recently opened HOV lanes on the unbelievably crowded
expressways, and since our schedules seemed to be close, he
asked if I would be interested in car-pooling to work. Carl
seemed like a nice enough young man (I found out he is 25)
and always dressed well for work and drove a nice car, so I
felt safe enough, and agreed to give it a try. Carl drove
the first week, and I drove the second. With the reduced
traffic in the new lanes, our rides were brief, but we got
along well, and I enjoyed Carl's sense of humor. I should
mention that Carl is black, about 6 feet tall with a winning
smile and a great personality. Although I had never been
attracted to black men, I thought Carl was quite attractive,
and I was sure he had no problem with the ladies.
     On the Friday of Doug's return, I asked Carl to drive,
so I would not have to pick up my car after my date. He
agreed, and I packed my sexy new outfit with some makeup (I
usually wear very little) in an overnighter, so I could
change at work. Our office usually shuts down kind of early
on Fridays, so about 4:30 when most people were gone, I went
back to the ladies room and fixed up for my date. The outfit
Kelly had helped me pick out was something new and foreign
to me. It consisted of a shortish black pleated skirt that
was cut tight. This was topped with a sheer white blouse
through which you could clearly see the lacy camisole I wore
underneath. Kelly had added a white garter from her own
collection, and a pair of shiny, sheer, white thigh high
hose. She had insisted on the underwear, because she said
that the sight of me in garters and hose would insure that I
excited my new friend. The final touch was a pair of black
three inch heels. Kelly had tried to get me to buy higher
ones, but I could barely walk in these.  I was feeling very
nervous dressing this way, but when I let my hair down,
curled it with a curling iron, and applied the makeup as
Kelly had shown me, I was amazed at how sexy I looked. I
could not believe that the dumpy bookish girl I had seen in
the mirror for the last 20 years looked like this.. I felt a
tingle in my pussy as I checked myself out in the mirror and
old forgotten feelings began to fill me and boost my
confidence. I was ready, and decided that I was going to
knock Doug's socks off.
     When I returned to my desk, I noticed my phone mail
indicator was blinking. I picked up my voice mail, and it
was from Doug. He apologized for misleading me, but admitted
that he was married and that he had been staying away from
me because he thought his wife was suspicious. He told me
that he was unable to get away for the evening, but he hoped
I understood. I was a basket of emotions. I was hurt,
pissed, and felt stupid for not noticing his pattern of
behavior as being that of a cheating husband. No wonder I
never got his home phone number. As I calmed down a little,
I realized that it was nearing 5:00 and I had no ride home.
The office was deserted except for me, so I called Carl, and
asked if he could pick me as my date had canceled. Carl
responded that my date must be stupid to stand up such a
sweetheart, but he would be glad to pick me up. Carl's
remark made me feel better, and when he told me that he was
supposed to meet a couple of friends for a drink and would I
like to come along, I said "sure."
     I gathered up my stuff, and went to the lobby to wait
for Carl. When he pulled up and I stepped out from behind
the reflective glass lobby door, his jaw visibly dropped. He
jumped out to open my door (always the gentleman) and let
out a long low whistle. "Lisa, you look drop dead gorgeous
in that outfit. I can't believe that you are the same woman
I've been riding with for two weeks." In my mixed emotional
state, I had completely forgotten about the outfit I was
wearing, but I was thrilled with Carl's reaction. "You'll be
the center of attention at the club" he added, " I'll have
to beat the guys off you with a club."
I tried to brush off his remarks, but he was obviously
amazed and quite sincere. " That guy who stood you up must
be a total idiot."
     I thanked Carl for his remarks, and I began to feel
very sexy again. Here I was at 33 years old, going out to a
club "dressed to kill" for the first time in my life. As I
slipped into the car, the short skirt I was not used to
wearing, rode far up my thighs revealing the tops of my hose
and almost completely exposing my legs. This was not missed
by my driver, and I noticed a look of lust as he eyed my
legs. I quickly adjusted the skirt, but sitting down, I
realized that it would still ride up at least halfway
between my thighs and knees, hiding very little. As we drove
to a small jazz club not far from our offices, I noticed
Carl checking out my legs trying not to be too obvious. I
was surprised that I was able to create this much interest
in such a good looking young man. I began to feel the
tingling I had felt earlier when I first saw myself all
dressed up. This was a great feeling, and when I knew Carl
was distracted, I stole a glance at his crotch. It appeared
that he was carrying a formidable lump in his pants.
     Carl's friends were already at the club when we
arrived. As they spotted us crossing the floor, I saw the
same lusty looks in their eyes as I had gotten from Carl
when he first saw the new me. I was introduced to Philip and
Greg. Although they were very polite, I could feel the looks
of lust as they checked out my shape. I could feel my
nipples harden from this new experience, and a glance in the
mirror behind our table revealed that the camisole did
little to hide these almost inch long protrusions-if
anything, it accentuated them. Philip was a black man, a
little shorter than Carl, but with a bigger build like a
football player. Greg was a tall, slim white man with an
athletic build, blond hair and mustache, and sparkling blue
eyes. The three guys kept me quite entertained, and after
the first drink, I was feeling completely relaxed and had
all but forgot about the date I was supposed to have had. I
could not find a good way to sit in my short skirt, and the
tiny cocktail table we were sitting at offered little in the
way of a hiding place. I tried to keep my modesty for the
first drink, but after a while, I just let the skirt stay at
mid-thigh, barely covering my stocking tops. All three guys
were perfect gentlemen, attending to me as though I was the
only woman around.
     The bar was filling up with a younger professional
crowd, and many good looking women were hanging around
apparently unattached. I commented on the crowd and wondered
why the guys weren't hitting up on some of these lovely
ladies. "Why should we be interested in them, when we are
here with the sexiest lady in the place" replied Greg. The
others quickly joined in agreeing with him making me feel
even better than I already did. Carl told the guys that some
idiot had stood me up for a date tonight and that was why
they were so lucky to have my company. All agreed that Doug
was a fool. I was feeling like the sexiest woman on earth,
with all the attention and the drinks warming me up on the
inside. It seemed that every time I turned to look at one of
the guys, he was checking out my legs or my hard nibs. I
excused myself to go to the bathroom, and as I walked away,
I tried to put a little swing in my ass. Since I wasn't used
to the heels, and was a little buzzed, this was a little
easier than I had thought. I could almost feel the stares of
my friends following me across the room and I noticed
several heads turn to check me out as I crossed the bar. As
I freshened up in the Ladies room, I checked myself out
again in the full length mirror. The elevation of the heels
gave my calves a nicer shape than usual, The fitted skirt
made my waist look tiny and my ass more shapely. The
camisole top with a little push up, made my smallish breasts
look larger and firmer than they are. All in all, I could
see why the guys were so infatuated, and I knew that I would
have to enlist Kelly for another shopping expedition
shortly. As I was checking myself out, one of the girls in
room noticed me and commented, "Yeah Yeah, you look great,
and it's not fair that you have three hot guys deep in lust
with you while all I'm meeting are jerks." I looked at her
and smiled. She continued, "I envy you the sex you are going
to get tonight!" I was a little shocked by her comment and
asked what she meant. " If I had those three guys to myself,
I wouldn't get dressed again until Sunday night!" My shocked
look must have surprised her. "I wasn't even supposed to be
here tonight" I explained. "I barely know these guys." She
said " All the better, I can always let myself go a little
more when I'm screwing with strangers" and with a flick of
her long blond hair, she spun and left for the bar.
     As I strutted back to the table, my mind was reeling
with the implications of the blond in the washroom. Could
simple plain Jane me actually have wild uninhibited sex? And
not just with one guy, but three young, and very attractive
studs? The looks I was getting from Carl, Philip and Greg
left no doubt in my mind that I could have any or all of
them if I wanted. The thought made me tingle, and I could
feel my pussy dampening at the prospect. As I slid back in
my seat, I purposely did not hold down my skirt, so I knew
the guys all got a good flash as I sat down. I acted as if I
hadn't noticed the display, but I could see that my show had
made a reaction with the guys. The guys were discussing
dinner plans, and almost without thinking, I offered to make
them something at my apartment. All quickly agreed, and
asked if I needed anything. I wanted to tell them "Yes I
need some serious sex", but I suggested that they stop at a
liquor store as I was not very well supplied at home. Greg
asked if I objected to a little "herb." I hadn't smoked
since college, but the night was ripe for experiences so I
said "Sure!"
     Philip picked the bar tab, and all the guys quashed my
offer to help pay. "Your company has been payment enough"
said Philip and gave me a little wink. This was the first
suggestive word any of the guys had said all night, but his
eyes fell to my tits as he smiled, and my nipples grew
before his eyes. I winked back and turned to walk out with
Carl. The guys agreed to meet at Carl's place first then
they would come over to mine, giving me time to start
preparing. As Carl and I drove back to the complex, he
commented that his friends were very impressed with me and
how they couldn't get over how lovely I was. He asked me
what had brought about the change in my dress, and I told
him that I had decided it was time to enjoy life a lot more
and with the drink talking more than my mind I said "And I
decided that it was time to get laid" As the words came from
my mouth, I was shocked that I had said such a thing,
especially to Carl at this time. The look on his face was
precious with shock. In the two weeks we had known each
other, it was the first mention of sex, and it was rather
blatant. He looked like he was going to reply, but instead
just smiled and continued driving. When I could look without
him noticing, I saw that Carl's crotch was sporting a
prominent bulge again.
     At home I popped some chicken from the freezer and
quickly cleaned up the living room. I then unconsciously did
the same in the bedroom. As I realized what I was doing, I
began to fantasize about  what it would be like to make it
with Carl. Being rather conservative in the past, I had
never even thought about having interracial sex, but now I
was wanting to see if the stories about black men's
endowments were true. Feeling flushed and excited, I ran to
the kitchen and threw together a quick meal that could be
baked in an hour and would leave me free to party. It was
difficult to concentrate on cooking, as the blond girl's
comment in the bathroom came back to me and I realized that
I could actually have all three of these hunks if I wanted.
I could not even imagine what the possibilities were, but I
was sure that I would chicken out if the opportunity came to
pass.
     By the time the guys knocked at the door, dinner was
cooking and I was hot and horny. As I opened the door, I was
surprised to see that they all had changed clothes. It was
nice to see them changed from their suits into nice casual
clothes. I was still dressed in my hot outfit, with an apron
tied around my waist. Philip and Greg had brought some wine
and a bottle of Vodka. We mixed some drinks, put the wine in
the fridge, and went out on my private balcony. I only had
two chairs on the porch, so Greg and Carl took up the floor
as I sat down beside Philip. Greg lit up a joint, and within
a few minutes, I was feeling too good for words. The pot
really loosened me up and I found myself checking out the
guys with sex on my mind. All three were wearing jeans, and
each seemed to fill them out well behind the zipper. Each
time I caught a glance at one of their bulges, I got a bit
hornier. I was about to explode with lust when my timer went
off in the kitchen. As I jumped up to get the meal, my skirt
stayed hiked up. I had to step over Greg and Carl to get to
the door, and I'm sure they both had a clear look between my
legs.
     I laid out the dinner and the wine, and we all had a
great meal. The guys were getting a little flirty now,
making innuendoes and slightly off color remarks. Carl
dropped a spoon under the table and "accidentally" ran his
arm up my calf while retrieving it. When he raised up from
under the table, our eyes met, and I gave him my best effort
at a knowing sexy smile. He must have got the message,
because several times after that he managed to rub against
me while at the table. Each time he lingered a little longer
and I never backed off from his touches. Greg brought up the
subject of the date who stood me up. All the guys shared a
glance which made me think that Carl had told them about my
remark in the car. "I'm really glad that he did" I
exclaimed, "I'm sure having a much better time with you
three hunks than I ever had with him." At my compliment, all
the guys puffed up a bit and as I looked around the table,
the sexual tension was definitely rising.
     Greg started the ball rolling by commenting that I was
the only one that hadn't changed. "So you don't like my
outfit?" I asked. All the guys immediately chorused their
approval. Greg quickly stated that he didn't object at all,
and that I should go relax while they cleaned up the dishes
so I didn't soil my sexy outfit. All the guys joined in
cleaning up, and when they returned to the balcony, I was
sitting with my feet up on the spare chair displaying the
full length of my legs. My skirt was now revealing the lacy
tops of my stockings but I made no effort to hide them. I
could tell that they were all lusting for me and without any
conscious decision on my part, I was lusting for all of
them. Carl fired up another joint for dessert and when I
took a long drag, I could feel my nipples trying to burst
through the thin silk of my camisole top. Greg commented how
much he appreciated women who wore stockings instead of
pantyhose. I glanced down at my legs as though I had just
noticed what I was revealing.
"Do you really think so?" I asked. "I've never worn them
until today, but I love the feel of them." Greg said "I'm
sure I'd like the feel of them too!" I ran a hand from my
calf up to my thigh, and said "they are really silky
feeling, and they make me feel very sexy" Greg slid over
from his place on the floor and ran his hand up my leg
following the same path I just had and said "That does feel
wonderful...and the stockings feel pretty good too." We all
laughed, but the sexual dam had sprung its first leak.
Greg's touch had caused my panties to soak, and I noticed
that Carl, who was leaning on the railing, was showing a
definite hard on. When I looked up into his eyes, I knew he
had seen me staring at his erection. I smiled, licked my
lips, and said " looks like you like the stockings too huh
Carl?" His reaction was "It's what's in them that gets me
excited!" and at that he leaned forward from the railing and
kissed me directly on the mouth.
     I had never got so excited from a kiss before in my
life. Our lips parted and we snaked tongues for about 10
seconds that seemed like forever. When he broke our kiss, I
was a little flustered, but responded with "Oh Carl, you
better watch out or your friends will get jealous." I felt
Philip move up beside me and say "We won't if you kiss us
all" and with that he placed a lip lock on me. As we kissed,
I felt a hand start to slide softly up my leg. I made no
effort to back off from the groping fingers or from the
kiss.  My only reaction was to moan and keep kissing Philip.
He was an excellent kisser, and we stayed liplocked for a
while. As we broke the kiss, I felt another hand start to
slide up my other leg and a quick glance let me know that
both Greg and Carl were enjoying my stockings. I also
realized that during the kissing I must have slid down in
the chair because now my skirt was up to the garter belts. I
looked at the three handsome men surrounding me with lust in
their eyes and said "Well guys, we don't need to let the
whole neighborhood in on our little party... Why don't we
move inside?"
     Within seconds we were all back in the living room and
I had puled the blinds closed over the sliding patio door. I
turned to the three studs who were now wondering what I was
going to do now. I paraded myself before them and said "I've
never felt this sexy before, and I think this is going to be
the  most exciting night of my life." At that, Greg stepped
up to me and gently hugged me to his firm slim body. Our
lips met in a frantic kiss as I felt his hands slide down
and cup my ass cheeks. He pulled me close and I felt his
bulge throb against my firm belly as my skirt slid up to my
waist. I felt a second body slip up behind me and a pair of
hands slide up my torso to my firm tits. My nipples slipped
between a pair of fingers and they felt like they were
connected directly to my pussy. As soon as both nips were
gently tweaked, my pussy erupted in a juicy flow. A rigid
shaft was pushing up against my round buns and every nerve
ending in my body was reacting. Greg and I broke our kiss
and I looked dreamily up into his blue eyes. The hands
caressing my tits began to unbutton my blouse and a third
pair of hands was undoing my skirt. in seconds, I was
standing in a pair of heels, hose, garters and camisole. My
panties had disappeared with my skirt. The guys effortlessly
lifted my 104lbs from the floor and carried me to my king
size bed. I was immediately surrounded by males in heat. My
camisole was slid up and two heads fell to my breasts,
sucking and nibbling on my elongated nipples. They are very
long and get hard as jellybeans when I'm excited, and I was
certainly excited now. Carl slid down between my legs and
began gently stroking and kissing them from the ankles, up
to my inner thighs, and back down the other leg-purposely
avoiding touching my clit. I was frantic for release from
all the attention, and when Carl's tongue gave it's first
lick on my clit, I exploded. I had never climaxed so hard in
my life and my butt arched high off the bed. Carl kept up
his action, and I felt my juices gush from my lips as the
thick tongue lapped between the slippery folds. As I slowly
calmed down, Carl raised up his head, looked me in the eyes
and said, "That was the sweetest thing I've ever tasted." He
kept his eyes locked on mine and slid his long thick tongue
from bottom to top of my slit, collecting a pool of my
juices, and then savoring them as though they were ambrosia.
     Greg looked down from The tit he was savoring, and said
"I knew she would be sweet, and I've been dying to eat her
all night. Let me have a taste!" As the two guys started to
switch positions, I noticed that although their shirts were
open, all the guys were still mostly clothed. I looked up
Carl and smiled "If you weren't wearing all those clothes,
I'd return the favor of that awesome orgasm you just gave
me!" With that all three guys began dropping clothes as fast
as they could. Shortly I was treated to the naked flesh of
three hunky studs. Carl's smooth body was hairless with the
exception of a wiry tuft around his massive disk. I was
amazed at the sight of my first black dick. It appeared to
be about 9 inches long and as around as a silver dollar. But
what really amazed me was how hard it was. It looked like
his skin was stretched over a steel pipe. It stood straight
out from his firm body, deep black with a pinkish purple
head. Greg's clothes were soon gone and his body was
remarkably similar to Carl's. Both were long and lean,
smoothly muscled and almost no body fat. Greg's cock matched
his body. It was a little shorter that Carl's, more long and
lean like his body. The exception was a thick head that was
almost twice as wide as the shaft was. I turned to eye
Philips body, and was amazed by his powerful muscles. He was
obviously a body builder since every muscle in his body was
well defined and large. His cock was very thick and looked
like a black Billy club sticking out over a massive sack of
balls. The reality of what was happening struck me as I
realized that I was about to be fucked by three big dicks
attached to men I barely knew. I panicked for a minute until
Greg moved between my legs and applied his mouth over my
dripping pussy. He opened wide and locked his lips around
mine and slid his tongue deeply into my hole. As soon as I
felt him touch me, all thought of stopping left my mind. I
was on the pill to control my cramps, but I fleetingly hoped
that the boys were safe, since I did not want to have any
rubbers between these great cocks and my flesh.
     Philip was now naked and was greedily slurping my tits-
moving from one to the other keeping my nipples rock hard. I
felt the bed shift, and Carl was at my side. He bent over
and kissed me deeply. I could taste my juices on his lips,
and I really did taste sweet. As we broke the kiss, I
reached for his big black cock. It was so stiff, yet so
soft. My tiny hand barely reached around the shaft as I drew
him to my face. I eyed my new black friend, and was
instantly eager to feel this monster in my mouth. I slid my
lips up and down the sides of his weapon, leaving shiny spit
trails all over the length. I could hear him moan as I
slipped the big head into my wet mouth- it was huge. I tried
to slide my mouth down Carl's long black pole, but I could
barely get a third of it in. I stroked his length as I
pumped my mouth softly up and down, swirling my tongue
around the bulbous head. I was in heaven. My tits and pussy
were being stimulated like never before, and I had a mouth
full of thick hard cock. I tasted a few drops of pre cum
that leaked from Carl's dick and found myself wanting to
swallow his whole load. I had eaten cum before, but never
from a big black log before. I loved the feel of this steel
tool gently stroking in and out between my lips. Carl
stroked my hair and told me how beautiful I looked. I looked
from around his big dick and locked my eyes to his as I
swabbed his big head with my little tongue. "OOOH baby, If
you keep that Up, I'm going to blow soon" Carl moaned as I
turned my head and engulfed almost half of his big tool.
Just then, Greg slipped a long finger up my snatch and
locked his lips around my clit, battering it with his
tongue. I felt myself stiffen and for the second time in
less than 1/2 hour, I was having a drenching orgasm. I
bucked my hips and shoved my pussy into Greg's face. Carl's
cock slipped from my mouth as I cried out in pleasure, and I
felt it throb as a long burst of cum shot from the head
flying across the room. Still in the throws of ecstasy, I
was able to feed Carl's shooting cock back to my lips, and I
captured three more bursts of cum in my mouth. Even after
missing the first blast, his load was huge, and I had to
swallow twice just to contain the mouthful. I kept a full
mouthful of load and continued to slurp on his throbbing
tool. It was so exciting to feel this steel hard dick pulse
on my tongue as I swallowed the last of his load and
continue to mouth his organ as I looked up into his eyes.
Carl gently stroked my cheek and hair as he looked down at
me, mouth full of cock and sperm, and said "You are as sexy
and hot as you are lovely. I loved watching you suck me off"
I let his log slip from my mouth and smiled "It's you guys
that make me this way. I've never been so hot or been loved
so well in my life!"  All three replied almost at the same
time "we've only just begun." then Carl surprised me by
bending down and giving me a long soul kiss blending our
juices between our mouths.
     At this time, the guys played Musical Lisa. Philip
moved between my legs to give me my third tongue lashing,
Carl slipped down to mouth my extremely sensitive titties,
and Greg offered me his long pole. After the salty-sweet
blast I had swallowed from Carl, I was anxious to give the
same treatment to Greg and receive a taste of his load while
getting my juices swallowed by Philip. Greg's huge cock head
found it's way into my mouth, and I strained to swallow as
much as I could. Greg slipped a pillow under my neck and
shifted so he was above me, feeding his long prong straight
into my mouth. In this position I was able to get about 2/3s
of the turgid length into my mouth until he hit my throat. I
gagged slightly and Greg immediately pulled out asking "are
you OK?" I could not believe how gentle and caring these
three were. Her I was acting like a slut and being serviced
by three studs, and they were treating me like a queen. In
way of reply, I pulled Greg's dick back to my mouth and said
"It's just so big, I'm going to have to go slow" as I
plunged my mouth back over his beautiful dick. I found it
tremendously exciting to look into Greg's eyes while he
filled my mouth completely with his cock. The huge head kept
hitting the back of my throat, but I had never tried to Deep
Throat before, and could not get the head past the tight
opening. I contented myself with gently squeezing his hairy
balls and slurping his cockhead and half of the shaft.
Again, just as Greg was about to explode, Phil's
ministrations had their effect on me and my body was again
racked with a rushing orgasm. Although not as intense as the
first two, it was still stronger than any I had had before
this day. Greg's cock began to spurt as if my orgasm had
triggered his. I gagged as the first huge shot hit my throat
and clogged my breathing. Again Greg pulled out, but I
managed to raise up and capture his shooting tool back in my
mouth as I gulped as much of his load as I was able. Two
shots had landed on my face and some was in Carl's hair, but
I still had more load than I could handle, and I felt come
spilling out the sides of my mouth around the tight fit of
the big cock. I continued to milk him as his tool started to
droop a bit. Greg lovingly cleaned my face off with his
fingers, and I let his dick slip from my mouth, and I
cleaned the sticky cream from his fingers while staring into
his blue eyes. Greg also kissed me even though I had just
swallowed his load, and my lips were sticky with overflow.
     Philip was ready for attention by this time, and he was
quickly at my face with his fat hard black cock at
attention. Feeling very weak from my three orgasms, but at
the same time exhilarated, I struggled to my knees and
leaned over Philips heavily muscled body. He was much darker
than Carl, and as I stroked his dick with my tiny hand, I
relished the contrast between my very fair skin and his deep
blackness. I kissed and nibbled his nipples and slowly
licked my way down his washboard belly to his thick black
dick. I Licked the head and shaft up and down marveling at
the thickness of it. I rubbed the head of his dick up
against my stiff nipples and around the flesh of my titties
before returning to try and swallow this monster.
I felt movement behind me, and glanced between my legs to
see Carl's still hard pole approaching my dripping gash. I
reached back with my free hand and opened up my pussy lips
in an open invitation to my fuck mate. I was about to be
filled with black dick form both ends, and my mind was
reeling with excitement. Carl gently stroked his length up
and down between the folds of my outer lips, teasing my clit
with his stiff cock head. "Oh yes, Carl" I moaned with lust
"please give it to me" At that, I slurped down onto Philips
thick black head. I would have screamed in lust when Carl's
cock entered my pussy, but I was too busy stuffing Philip
into my mouth. Carl slipped slowly into me until I felt his
cock hit bottom in my cunt. I looked back and saw that
several inches of his cock were still exposed while I felt
fuller than I ever had been before. At that point, I
realized how much I wanted and needed to be filled with
these dicks. I wanted to swallow the one in my mouth whole
and have the one in my pussy pound me until I came and came.
I was experiencing mini orgasms from the big pole in my back
while my mouth was stretched to the limit as I tried to
force more and more thick dick in it. I was squirming and
pushing my slim hips back in rhythm to Carl's pounding, and
I felt more and more of his big dick fill me until with one
push, I felt my butt make contact with his pelvis. I pulled
my mouth from Phil's cock and moaned back to Carl "Oh it's
so big and I'm so full and it feels so Gooooooooooood!" and
I let loose with a crashing orgasm. My pussy soaked it's big
invader with juice and my tightness gripped the big black
cock filling me to the limit. As I came down from the
climax, I realized that Greg had lay under me between the
two others, and was again attacking my nipples. I fell
forward on Phil's tube, and was surprised when it bottomed
in my mouth, then I felt the thick head slide deeper and
enter my throat. I gurgled around this new sensation, took a
deep breath through my nose and tried to push deeper. I felt
another half inch enter my throat, but then I could not take
any more and had to back off. Philip was bucking with
pleasure as he tenderly held my head and moaned "Oh Lisa,
you've throated my monster. No woman has ever done that to
me. I raised my eye to his as I held his big bone head
between my lips and flicked my tongue over the pee hole.
Phil's eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure, and I
slowly slipped the big dick back in my mouth to try again. I
could not get his massive head down again, so I quickened my
pace and fucked his tremendous cock with my face.
     Carl was picking up the pace of his slamming into my
pussy and I could feel him bottom out with each stroke. He
shoved all eight inches into my pussy then pulled back so
the head was barely still inside the slammed back home. I
heard him start to moan and wail, and shortly, he pulled out
with a pop and I felt a shower of warm sticky jizz cover my
tight buns. I was amazed at the amount of sperm he was able
to shoot after the wad he had fed me just a little while
ago. As the warm load spread over my buns, I felt Carl slide
off the bed and my pussy was quickly filled with Greg's big
white dick. He took me gently at first, but the excitement
must have been too much for him because he was soon pumping
me with vigor. Meanwhile I continued mouthing Philip's
killer meat. I pulled him from my mouth and looked up at him
asking "You haven't come yet, doesn't this feel good
enough?" Philip was quick to assure me that it was the best
head he had ever received, and he would be content to spend
the whole night in my mouth. "Well, I'll keep sucking as
long as you can keep it hard" I panted, and resumed my
attack on his meat. It was now a challenge to concentrate on
the sucking as my pussy  was spasming again and I was into
what must have been my tenth orgasm of the night. I had
never come so much and I wanted more and more of this
attention. I wanted to pleasure these guys as much as they
had pleasured me. I reached down to fondle Philips huge sack
and it was bloated and sweaty. That was all it took. As soon
as I squeezed his sack, Philip grabbed my head and let out a
long moan of pleasure as rope after of rope of come was
pumped into my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed, but much of
his huge load spilled back down onto Phil's dick and balls.
When he had finished shooting off, I cleaned the mess off
his crotch with my mouth and tongue. Philip's cock softened
just a bit after blowing his load, but the feel of my tongue
on his balls brought him back to full hardness within a
minute. I could not get over the staying power of this burly
man, and I wanted to feel this thick monster stretch my
pussy like it had my lips.
     Greg's pussy pounding had continued to stimulate me
from behind, and my juices were still flowing freely over
his dick. Noticing that I had finished Philip off, Greg
gently lay me on my back and entered me missionary style. I
felt his knobby head pressure my clit as he slipped into me
and soon I was bucking my hips up against him as he hammered
away. At the last second, he pulled out with a yell, and
sprayed his jizz all over my chest and belly. I slid my
hands over my body rubbing the goo into my nibs and licking
the leftover off my fingers. As Greg fell back exhausted
beside me, I leaned up and took his softening member between
my lips cleaning him off and relishing the taste of my hot
snatch on his dick.
     As I released his cock, I saw Philip's cock still
standing up hard as ever. I shakily moved over to his prone
form and knelt astride his hips. His body was so big, and
mine so small, that I had to stretch as wide as I could to
get my knees on either side of him, which opened my pussy up
wide. I reached between my legs and guided his tool to my
wet stretched lips and rubbed the big head against my clit.
I leaned forward to kiss him, and he responded in kind,
taking my face into his large hands, kissing me deeply then
he held me to his big chest, stroked my hair, and murmured
lovingly how lovely and sexy I was and how he wanted to
please me. I answered that he already had and was going to
again and raised up from his caress, and slid down to ride
his dick. I looked down to watch and was fascinated by the
juxtaposition of this massive hard black tool against my
downy tuft of reddish pubic hair and pale thighs. My pussy
hair was matted with come, and the outer lips appeared to be
held open permanently by my wide spread legs. As the head
entered me, I felt stretched to the limit. My gaping juicy
pussy was still too tight for this big dick. I gave another
push, and a couple of inches slid in. I gasped as the
pressure caused another minor orgasm. My pussy throbbed
around the big pole and I was so full, but looking down I
had only taken a little less than half inside me. Philip
reached out with his big hands, and lifted me up by my hips
as though I weighed nothing. He began to softly pump me up
and down a couple of inches in and out at a time until I
stretched to accommodate his girth. Gradually Phil picked up
the pace until I was impaled deeply on his tree trunk dick.
I felt like I had an arm up my hole instead of a dick, and I
was loving it. My body went limp in Philip's strong hands,
as he jacked off with my body. He was so strong yet so
gentle as he filled me again and again with his big thing.
Philip began to growl and moan, and I could tell he was
ready to spew. I tried to tell him to fill me with his load,
but I was breathless from the action. I squirmed from his
grasp, and fearing that he was hurting me, Phil pulled out.
I fell across his lap and caught his bone in my mouth just
as he spurted again. I could not swallow this time, but kept
milking his dick with my mouth, letting him relish the feel
of my mouth and tongue as he came and came.
     When Philips cock finally began to wither, I rolled off
and collapsed on the bed exhausted. I could tell there was
movement around me, but I was too weak to look up. Shortly,
I felt myself being lifted from the bed and carried away.
One of the noises I was hearing I realized, was bath water
running. and I was carefully lowered into a tub of warm
water. As I began to recover, I felt three set of hands
soaping my  body up and tenderly cleaning me off. I opened
my eyes and looked at the guys surrounding the tub. They all
wore big smiles and nothing else. Carl lifted a glass of
wine to my lips, and I drank about half of it down, loving
the mixed flavor of the white wine and salty jizz. When I
was clean, the guys picked me from the tub, gently dried me
off, and returned me to the bed. All the previous action had
taken place on the spread, which was now on the floor, and I
was placed on the cool sheets. The guys started gathering
their clothes from the floor as I recovered. They moved to
the living room and I could hear them talking softly. I did
not want them to leave without talking, so I got up from the
bed onto wobbly legs. I grabbed my robe from the wall hook,
and went out to the living room.
     All conversation stopped as I walked into the room. I
looked around at each of the men that I had just sucked and
fucked and I felt a tear come to my eye. I was suddenly
embarassed and ashamed at what I had just done. I looked
down at the floor and murmered "You guys must think I'm a
real cheap slut, don't you?" The room was silent for a
second before the guys responded. Carl stood and took me in
his arms. He pushed back my damp hair, looked me in the eyes
and said "Lisa, we've all just shared something very
special. I think you've discovered a very real and beautiful
part of yourself, and we were all glad to be a part of it."
I looked deep into his eyes and realized that he was being
sincere. "Then it's all right that I enjoyed it so much?" I
asked. Carl kissed me on the nose and said "You couldn't
have enjoyed it as much as we did!" All the other s agreed
and each man took me in his arms, kissed me deeply, and
reassured me that I had nothing to be ashamed of.
     I finally sank to the couch with Carl, and snuggled in
his arms. Philip and Greg acted as though they were going to
leave, when I made a decision. "Can I ask a favor of all of
you?" I asked. "Anything" was the universal reply. I sat up
and tried to collect my self. Something had definately
happened to me tonight, and I was anxious to explore my new
found sexuality to its limits. I sat forward so my robe fell
open revealing my sensitive breasts. "Would you all spend
the weekend with me?" I asked. If I hadn't been so nervous,
I would have laughed at the looks on their faces. "I
mean...I really enjoyed what we did, and I think you are the
most wonderful lovers a woman could ever
have...and...well...you did everything to please me tonight,
and next time I would like to do everything to please you."
Nobody spoke for a moment, and my insecurity crept back as I
thought that they would not stay. Philip spoke up saying
"Only a fag or a fool wouldn't give their right nut to spend
an hour with you! I think you can safely say that you can
have our undivided attention for as long as you like" Greg
and Carl quickly agreed, so I rose and moved to the bedroom.
"Well I better get some rest, I have a feeling that I'm
going to need all the energy I can get tommorrow" As I
stepped into the bedroom I turned and said "anyone who wants
to share the bed is more than welcome." and I dropped my
robe, letting them have a last glimpse of my tight butt as I
turned to the bed. I droped into the bed and almost
instantly nodded off. I was vaugley aware of a warm hard
body snuggling up behind, and I thought I felt at least one
more as I fell blissfully asleep.

These stories describe attitudes and behavior that may be
neither safe nor socially acceptable.  They were nonetheless
lots of fun.  There are lots of odd people in the world.  I
have been lucky!  You may not be so.  If you venture outside
of a monagamous relationship, you leave yourself open for
pain, misery or even death.  Have fun but be careful!!
Thanx,
Lisa