(MMMMF, spank, oral, impreg, Mb, MMb, ped, anal)
by Art Martin
Lenny's wife, Millie, agrees to put on a picnic for the railroad crew, where Big Mike discovers and sets in motion a plan to fulfill her greatest wish. Desperately wishing Julia was sexually more open, David enlists Jake's help.
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Lying awake all night, Millie contemplated her husband's request.� 'Parade about in my bra and panties before all those men... I never!'� Still the thought intrigued her.� 'Would they find me attractive?'� Lenny certainly didn't look at her in a sexual way, at least not for the past few years.� To him, all she was good for was to cook and clean.� The only sex they had was a quick once a week affair where Lenny mounted her and got his rocks off as quickly as possible.� It certainly wasn't making love.� 'Maybe if they took interest in me, perhaps Lenny would too,' she reasoned.
She thought back trying to remember when was the last time Lenny was considerate enough to pleasure her.� 'Has he ever?� Has he ever even tried?'� Certainly not since they discovered that his sperm count was too low to impregnate her.� Children, that's what she wanted, not money, not a fancy house or a fancy car, just children, her own children to love and cherish.� Was that too much to ask for?� She knew that she would be a good nurturing mother.� As simple as her desire was, it was not to be, at least not with Lenny.
Her thoughts drifted to Lenny's boss, Big Mike and the last time she'd seen the burly man, bare‑chested and sweaty.� �Now that's a man, a real man,� she said to herself as she felt her pussy twitch.� Then she considered the way the big man always looked at her.� It was a look that made her feel desirable.� She was always embarrassed by his forward manner and the way his eyes wandered over body as if he was mentally undressing her.� Still it was nice knowing that someone, a man, found her appealing.� A faint smile came upon her lips in the darkness as she thought about her favorite fantasy.� Taking the biggest zucchini she had on hand, she would use it to bring on the orgasm that Lenny failed to provide her with, pretending the entire time that it was Big Mike's cock working over vagina.� Having self‑pleasured herself with it, she would later peel it and prepare it for her negligent husband's supper.
'Just a bra and panties? They would all laugh at me.� Or would they?' she thought looking up at the ceiling from her loveless bed. No sooner had she dismissed the thought when it came right back to her.� 'A picnic would be fun.� I don't have to parade around half naked.� Of course if I wanted to, I could... no, I couldn't... could I?'
With butterflies filling her stomach, Millie got up and went to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.� She pulled out the bottle of Xanex.� Half an hour later she wasn't feeling nervous anymore.
*****
"Okay.� Ya know what I need," said Jake to his helper Horsefly. "Now can ya get it for me?"
The black buck thought about the request and nodded.�
"Good.� Take the morning off and get it for me.� Don't worry, I won't dock your pay."�
Horsefly grinned and replied deferentially, "Yassir boss.� I's be goin' now.� Yo kin count on me."
"Ya just bring it to me.� Bring it or don't show yer black ass around here again!"
"Yassir!� Yassir!� I's be back!"
*****
Nervous as a cat, dread and foreboding filled Lenny's being as the noon hour approached.� How could he explain to Big Mike, Roger and Luke when his wife didn't show up for the "picnic"?� He was about to be figuratively castrated in the eyes of his co‑workers for reneging on a bet.�
Aware of her husband's angst, Millie had spent morning happily preparing for the picnic with a smile on her face.� 'Let the bastard sweat,' she thought as she went about her business.� It'd been a long time since Lenny had asked her to go anywhere and she was determined to have some fun.� Of course Lenny didn't need to know that.�
Last night and this morning Lenny had begged and pleaded with her to at least show up.� She could wear whatever she wanted he said.� She wouldn't have to do anything that she was uncomfortable with he said.� "Uncomfortable?" she snorted.� "I'll be as comfortable as I can," she said to mirror while primping her hair.� Carefully she applied just enough makeup to enhance her appearance.� It had been a while since she had bothered with makeup and so she was somewhat out of practice.� The pleasant face smiled back from the mirror.� "I should do this more often," she said to herself, "maybe Lenny would... no, he wouldn't."
Thoughts drifted back to her idealized vision of Big Mike, bringing on the urge to touch herself.� She resisted the temptation.� "Not today," she said to the mirror.� "Later, maybe, but not now."
*****
Shelly too went about her morning with a smile on her face.� She was pleased that despite the heavy use yesterday, her pussy wasn't sore and the swelling of her labia that was so pronounced last night had gone down.� She thought of her father‑in‑law and how shocked she was when he told her to "squeeze yer pussy whenever ya can, darling.� That'll keep yer cunt nice and tight fer yer husband."� That was right after she and Luke had gotten married.� She remembered thinking that the old man was just being nasty, but it had proved to be sage advice from an elder.� Even after yesterday she knew that she would be still nice and tight for Luke tonight when he got home.
But it would hours before Luke came home and memories of yesterday with the roofing gang played over and over in her mind.� She felt a yearning in her loins and regretted that the roofers had finished yesterday and wouldn't be back today.
Around nine, the doorbell rang.� It was O'Ryan standing there with a sheepish grin.� "Hi, Shelly.� Got a few minutes?"
Shelly tossed her long blonde locks back and in doing so thrust her tits out.� Shelly saw just where O'Ryan's eyes were looking.� 'Men,' she thought, 'they're so predictable.'� With a comely smile she replied, "No, but I've an hour or so."
*****
David's morning was filled with feelings of guilt and self‑loathing.� He knew he should have never allowed things to go so far as they did last night with Billy.� Easing his guilt, he rationalized that it was really all Julia's fault.� If she'd been a more loving wife to him, he wouldn't have been sleeping with the curious boy and none of it would have happened.�
If all the boy did was play with his dick, it wouldn't have been so bad, he reasoned.� He closed his eyes and remembered what happened after he rolled away from the boy to end the sexual play.� David shuddered as the lewd memory filled his mind's eye of the little fingers, wet with his emission, probing between his ass cheeks until the boy had found his father's swollen anus.� How one by one the little fingers slipped effortlessly through his stretched out sphincter, the way well lubricated with the semen of his burly neighbor, until the boy had his whole hand up his butt.� How he had bucked his hips and how he had urged the boy on.
With a start, he heard the doorbell announcing the arrival of a customer.� David let go of his reddened dick, stuffed it back into his pants and zipped up.� Sticking his head around the stockroom door, he saw that it was the Reverend Brown, the pastor of his church who was now rummaging through some books on the closeout counter.
"Reverend!" greeted David with sincerity.
"David, my boy!� How are you today?" beamed the Reverend.
"Fine, just fine."
"Well, I just stopped by to see how you and Julia are getting along.� Did you two take my advice to heart?"
"Well, to be honest, no.� I tried, but Julia just shut me out."
"Well, I realize that she can be a difficult woman," sympathized the pastor.� "But you two will have work it out between yourselves.� If I can be of any help, please don't hesitate to call on me."� The pastor picked up a weighty tome from a shelf and handed it to David who beamed at the prospect of a sale.� "I suggest that you read this," said the pastor.� "Julia too.� Perhaps it will lead you to some common ground. Well, I'd best be going.� Just wanted to stop in to see how you were doing."� A moment later the Pastor was out the door leaving David holding a copy of "The Christian Marriage".
*****
Lenny couldn't believe his eyes when saw his wife drive up to the crossing and park their car.� Big Mike saw her too.� He was truly amazed that Lenny had the gumption to ask his wife to come out to where they were working.
The butterflies were back and Millie reached into her purse for another Xanex.� It was too soon to take another tab, but she took it anyway washing it down with bottled water.� She checked her makeup one last time before stepping from the car into the searing heat.� Gingerly she walked up the roadway shoulder towards the railroad tracks, wobbling a bit on her thick high heels as she navigated the uneven surface of the county road.� At least the big straw hat shaded her face.
As she approached, the four men gathered into a group.� "Way to go, Lenny," whispered Roger so that Millie couldn't hear.
"I don't fucking believe it," muttered Big Mike.� "Hats off to you, buddy!"
Approaching the group, Millie shivered as she checked out the array of sweating half dressed beefcake waiting for her.� There was Big Mike, broad chested and tattooed, as handsome as ever.� Through the red body hair, his chest glistened in the sunlight with sweat.� She then covertly checked out Roger before stealing a glance at the young kid who was rippled with muscles.� 'I suppose that's Luke,' she said to herself with glee. 'My, he's a handsome boy!'
"Hi, honey!" called out Lenny from the group.� He was elated that she had come, thereby saving him from the certain fate of forever henceforth being treated like a goat.� The fact that she was dressed head to toe like she was heading off to church didn't bother him too much, even though he wished she could have dressed a little more lightly.� "Do you need some help?"
"Of course I do," replied his smiling wife.� "Please, you boys go and get all the things out of the back of the car."
Lenny, Roger and Luke trudged off to get everything she'd brought with her, leaving her alone with Big Mike.� She watched as Big Mike scanned her from head to toe with that wolfish look in his eyes.� 'Is he always so forward?' she asked herself.
Big Mike's eyes finally settled onto her face.� "Good to see you again, Millie," he finally said.� "You look nice."
The compliment, as weak as it was, was not lost on her.� She hadn't heard a compliment of any sort for what seemed to be forever.� "Nice to see you again too, Mike," she replied cordially.� "Is it always so hot out here?" she asked fanning herself.
"Yeah, but we get used to it."
"Is there any shade?� I'm simply going to melt."
"Sure.� Just down the tracks is a river crossing.� There's plenty of shade along the bank and there's a nice sand bar.� Good place to take a swim and cool off," answered Big Mike pointing to an area that wasn't visible from the road.
"I didn't bring a swimming suit.� I didn't realize..."
"We're all adults," replied Big Mike cryptically.
Millie didn't answer but immediately thought of cooling off in the stream.� 'Maybe I could,' she thought considering her options.�
Without waiting for the others, Big Mike led her down the tracks and into the woods.� Carefully she stepped from cross tie to cross tie, certain that she would twist her ankle in the loose ballast of the track bed. At the railroad bridge, there was a path down to the riverbank.� Millie stopped and removed her shoes before making the steep decent.
Out on the sandy spit, she tentatively stepped into the shallow clear running water. It was at least ten degrees cooler down on the water.� A feeling of absolute calm and serenity sweep over her induced by the Xanex as well as her surroundings.� "Oh, this is so beautiful," she remarked as she looked out over the small steam.
Big Mike stepped up from behind her.� Resting his hands on her hips he remarked, "Not as beautiful as you are."
Millie froze, unsure of what to do.� She gasped as Big Mike pressed his groin into her buttocks.� 'Gawd, is that what I... Oh, my gawd, he's huge!'
"I want to thank you for coming out today," he whispered in her ear, his hot breath on her neck sending shivers down her spine. "It's not often that we have a pretty girl come out to take care of us."
To her horror, Millie realized that she was pressing back into his hard cock.� Breaking away, she said breathlessly, "I, I think I hear them coming." Moments later, the trio of shirtless men were noisily coming down the tricky path carrying with them everything Millie had brought.
Millie excused herself and went about the business of setting up lunch, directing Lenny on where to spread the blankets, where to put the paper plates and utensils, etc.� Big Mike directed his crew to remove their shoes before sitting on her blankets as Millie pulled out the cold lunch from the cooler.� One by one, she served each man a plate of cold tuna salad, cold six‑bean salad, and potato salad.� As the men began ravenously devouring their lunch, she passed out cold drinks to each before fixing her own plate of food.� Each man had seconds and then thirds until all the food was consumed.
"Anyone for a swim?" asked Big Mike as he rubbed his full belly.
"You need to wait thirty minutes before going in the water," instructed Millie, "otherwise you'll get cramps."
"That's an old wives' tale," remarked Big Mike.� "Besides the water is too shallow here to actually swim.� All you have to do is just stand up."�
"But I didn't bring..."
"I know.� You can just go in your bra and panties," said Big Mike as if he were giving her directions to a store.� "It's just like wearing a bikini.� In fact, compared to the skimpy bikinis my step‑daughter wears, I'm sure you will be covered adequately."
"I don't know... Maybe I'll just sit it out."
"Suit yourself," stated Big Mike.� "It's awfully hot today and that water's just perfect."
"Well, you boys go ahead.� I'll just watch."
"Okay," said Big Mike as he stood.� Millie shouldn't have been surprised, but she was when Big Mike dropped his jeans into the sand along with his boxer shorts.� Lenny braced himself for a screaming fit from his erstwhile prudish wife, but none came as she was stunned into silence.
Giving her a moment to witness his substantial manhood, Big Mike nonchalantly turned and headed into the cool water naked as the day he was born.� Gawking at the nude man, she caught the sight of Luke coming into her field of vision.� He too was buck‑naked.� Turning, she saw Roger drop his jeans.� Avoiding looking Roger square in the eyes, she quickly looked away toward the backside of the two men now wading out into the middle of the creek. A moment later, Roger passed by on his way to join in the refreshing swim.
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry," apologized Lenny.� "I didn't think that they'd do such a thing."
"It's, it's alright, Lenny," the scandalized woman stammered.� Aided by the Xanex she'd taken earlier, she put a brave face forward.� "Honest.� I've seen naked men before.� Why don't you join them and cool off.� I know it will make you feel better."
"Are you sure?"
She wasn't sure of anything at the moment other than being in the woods with her husband and three naked men.� "Yes, I'm sure.� It's alright."
"Okay, but what Big Mike said about wearing your bra and panties.� He's right.� So, if you want to join us..."
"Join you?� You want me in my bra and panties?� Why not naked like them?"
"Look, I'm sorry Millie, I..."
"Oh, it's okay, Lenny.� I'll think about it.� Now go join your friends."
Lenny wasn't at all sure what she was thinking or how she felt about the turn of events.� Still it was hot, he was sweating, and he needed to cool off.�
"Are you sure?" he asked again.
"I'm no prude," she replied defensively.� "You want to go swimming, go on.� I'll be fine right here."
Lenny shrugged, stripped and then ran into the water.� Millie watched with embarrassed amusement as the four men frolicked about like schoolboys.� There was no breeze what so ever down below the creek bank and despite being in the shade she soon began to perspire.
Relaxed and dulled by the Xanex she had taken, her natural shyness faded.� "Oh, what the hell," she finally said unbuttoning her dress.� "They're right, it is just like a bathing suit.� Otherwise, I'm going to die from this heat!"
Roger looked back towards the shore.� "Hey, Lenny, your wife's getting naked!"� All four men looked to shore in time to see Millie drop her dress before sitting down on the blanket wearing just a black bra and black panties.
"Maybe she's coming around," ventured Big Mike.
"I don't believe it," remarked Lenny.� "This ain't like her at all."
"Don't count on it, Lenny.� Women can be strange creatures," remarked Roger.
Big Mike turned to the somewhat flummoxed husband, "You did tell her that we were going to fuck her, didn't you?"
"No! For Christ's sake!"
"Just bustin' your balls, Lenny," laughed Big Mike.� "Relax.� Like I said, maybe she's coming around."
"I just said for her to wear something revealing."
"And now she's in her bra and panties.� That's revealing.� Mind if I go talk to her?"
"Mike please... don't..."
"I'm just going to coax her out in the water," replied Big Mike.� "Relax, nobody's gonna rape her or anything."
"Goddamnit, Mike, she's my wife!"
"Relax will ya?...� Shit!� You sure can be a real pain in the ass.� Ya know that?� Look, I'll give you choice.� We need to change the secondary transformer in the crossing signal, right?� We don't have a spare secondary transformer.� So, here's your choice.� You can go back to the shop and pick up the parts we need, right now or... or ya can just shut the fuck up and go with the flow.
"The way I see it," continued the crew boss, "as long as we don't have the right parts, we might as well take a break from the heat.� We can pick up the transformer in the morning and come back out here tomorrow morning when it's relatively cool.� Besides, this is a perfect place for Luke's wife to seriously entertain us, don't you think?"
Lenny, nervous as a stray cat in the dog pound, remained silent.
"Lenny, you've been gripping for some time now that Millie's as cold as a fish.� Sorry pal, she don't look cold to me at all.� She inhibited, yes, but cold, no."
"You don't know her, Mike.� You don't know her at all," replied Lenny.
"I know women...� Tell you what.� I'll make you a bet.� I'll bet my wife's pussy that I can get Millie to come out in the water with us and cool off."
"Maybe you can do that, Mike, but..."
"I also bet I can get her to lose the friggin' bra and the panties."
"Bull shit!� You're on, Mike," declared Lenny confident that Big Mike had overreached.
Big Mike gave his underling a harsh look.� "There's to be no interference from you. None whatsoever!� Agreed?"
"Agreed," replied Lenny with a hint of resentment in his voice.
"And none of that, 'I didn't think' or 'I didn't know' crappola.� You interfere and you'll spend the rest of the afternoon working the grade by yourself."
"And if you lose?" asked Lenny skeptically.
"I told you.� I'm betting my Ginger's pussy right here and now."� Mike formed a loose circle with his thumb and forefinger and obscenely thrust his other index finger through the hole.� "I lose, and I'll have her out here buck‑assed naked to entertain us like Luke's Shelly entertains.�
"Now, you lost at poker, Lenny and so far you've been a good sport about it.� Nobody's going to force Millie to do anything she doesn't want to do.� You have my word on that."��
Millie looked up when Mike was halfway to where she was sitting.� The butterflies immediately returned as she watched him casually approaching with his big dick and heavy ball sack swinging in the breeze. "Oh, my," she whispered unsure whether to stay or to bolt.� He was only a few steps from the blanket when she had presence of mind to grab her dress and cover herself.
Kneeling down in front of her, Big Mike rested on his heels, not failing to notice that she was staring at his penis.� After a very long moment, she looked up and blushed brightly.� Mike reached forward and brushed the brown curls from her face and looked into her soft brown eyes.� "You're a beautiful woman, Millie," he began as he gently pulled her crumpled dress away with very little resistance.� "There's no need to hide your body, darling.� You've got a beautiful body."� The flush on her face grew darker.
"What with this heat and all, I know you've got to be incredibly uncomfortable up here," he said evenly.� "Why don't you come join us in the water to cool off?"
"I can't, I... uh, can you put some pants on?"
"Why?� It's hot and I'm swimming," he replied as if it were a common occurrence. "Oh, I see," added with a hint of contrition.� "Sorry if you're embarrassed by my nudity, but you shouldn't be.� Half the people in this world are more or less built like me and the other half are women built like you.� It's no big deal, and it's nothing to be embarrassed about."
"Well, I am embarrassed, and..."
"I going to let you in a little secret.� My wife and I, we're nudists... that's right," he lied.� "Luke and his wife are nudists too.� We go to this camp every weekend and get in touch with our inner beings.� It's no big deal."
"That's wicked," she whispered staring down at his cock, the cock she modeled with a zucchini.
"Wicked? Not in the least!� We're a Christian group!� We have services every Sunday morning."
"Naked?"
"Of course.� It's a nudist camp.� There's nothing sexual about it you know, just liberating, casting off all the stupid baggage that society burdens us with.� Now, come with me and have some fun."
It never occurred to her to ask why was he pale white below his waistline if he really was a nudist.� "I, I, I'll get my things wet."
Mike reached out and lifted her face up to look her in the eyes.� "I understand that, truly I do.� I hate wet clammy clothes too.� Just take them off and they'll stay nice and dry."
"I can't.� What if somebody finds out?"
"Finds out?� Who? Nobody's gonna find out about nothing.� Hell, we could all get fired for goofing off like this, but it's too damned hot to work on the grade.� Now, I can promise you this... I ain't saying anything, Luke's not saying anything, Roger ain't gonna say a thing and Lenny ain't saying anything either.� So look around, there ain't nobody else but us sinners around here.� So, if you don't say anything, nobody will ever know.� Besides, it's no big deal... we're all adults.� Now c'mon, the water's fine and so are you."
Millie's stomach fluttered again at his compliments.� No one ever said she was beautiful, or fine or any of the other things that Big Mike had said to her this afternoon.
"I'm so ugly," she whispered.
"Who says?� You are beautiful.� You know, Lenny's a lucky man to have someone like you.� Now c'mon, let's go have some fun.� I promise that in five minutes, six at most, you'll be having the time of your life.� Heck, maybe you and Lenny can join us down at the camp some weekend."� Mike stood taking her by the hand to help her to her feet.� Millie felt the butterflies again and felt a little dizzy as Mike's eyes brazenly wandered to her generous cleavage set off by her best black bra and then across her body.
Suddenly he stepped behind her.� Before she could protest, she felt her bra loosen.� "Oh, my, oh, my" she whispered as Mike gently pulled the black straps down off her arms.
"Holy shit!" declared Lenny who was watching Mike's every move from midstream.�
Millie covered her exposed bosoms with her hand as the bra drifted to the ground.� With her mind in a panic she froze in place as she felt her panties being pulled off her hips.�
"I don't fuckin' believe it!" declared the astonished husband from fifty yards away.
"Hot damn!" snorted Roger.� "He's got her naked!� Buck‑assed naked!"
With her black lacy panties down around her ankles, Millie discovered that she didn't have enough hands to modestly cover herself.�
*****�
"I always thought that I was the biggest slut in town," remarked Toni as she sipped her coffee, "but you win that title, Shelly."
"What do you mean?" asked the buxom blond feigning insult.
"Well, for starters, at least I wait until the afternoon to get laid by some strange dick.� I saw you and that O'Ryan fellow getting after it this morning.� It was barely nine o'clock in the morning!� You should be ashamed."
"No, I'm not in the least ashamed.� Besides he brought me a pretty silk robe.� It's red, and it's so pretty and feels so good against my skin.� He must've paid a fortune for it!� Besides, I owe him, you know, and..."
"Was it good?� The way you were squealing it must've been good," giggled Toni.
"Well, after what Jake told him the other night, he took his sweet time... used his mouth to get me off, before he, you know...� Anyway, he wasn't as good as Luke or Jake, still... Poor man was late getting his store open!"� The two women laughed and discussed O'Ryan's anatomy in great detail over coffee comparing his penis to every other penis they had recently been privy to.�
*****
The afternoon dragged slowly for David at his store.� It would be a day or two before orders for Boris' new DVD came in and as usual, there was no one in the bookstore.�� Monday's were always slow it seemed.� There hadn't been a single customer since his pastor was there earlier. He had already watched the DVD that Boris had sent, watched it twice without interruption: a full hour and a half of butt‑fucking, cock‑sucking little boys.�
The setting was a camp, much like the church camp where he spent the entire summer.� The sex was the same, more or less, but it certainly wasn't a church camp.� For one thing, the boys were always naked as was the entire camp staff.� Another difference were the games they played.� For instance, just before filling into the mess hall, the councilors would pick two boys to wrestle, the winner cornholed the loser.� In another scene, they played another game.� The winner of that game got cornholed by the camp cook (who had a very large cock) on a table.
On his second viewing that latter scene with the cook got David to reminisce about his own experiences.� Of Joey, the program director, lying buck naked in the bright moonlight telling him, "You're a cool guy, David.� How's camp for you?"
"Okay, I guess.� Swimming every day is great and so is the canoeing, but the craft stuff is getting kinda boring.� I mean, how many popsicle‑stick bird houses do I have make this summer?"
Joey chuckled.� "I know what you mean.� You're the only camper who's been here for more than two weeks.� You're staying until the end of the season?"
"Yeah.� How many weeks is that?"
"'Bout six.� I understand that you're a pretty good swimmer.� Have you done the mile swim?"
"Yeah, three times already.� It's the best part of camp!� I want to join a swim team next year!� If my parents let me."
"Would you like to help out with the aquatics?� Unofficially of course.� You, know, help out at the pool and at the boat dock?" asked Joey while he idly played with his dick.
"Would I!" exclaimed young David as he watched.
"Well, let me see what I can do for you.� Maybe I can even arrange for you to bunk with staff."
"Cool!"
"Like I said, you seem to be a pretty cool guy."�
David beamed at the complement.� No one had ever said that he was cool before.
"Can I tell you something, in confidence?" asked the older male.
"Yeah, sure, Joey."
"I knew you were a cool guy when I saw you looking at my cock in the showers.� If you want, you can get a closer look.� Go on, it's okay if you want."
David indeed wanted a close look at the seemingly huge staff that jutted from Joey's groin.
"I really want to beat off," the older male said as he continued to fondle himself.� "You mind if I do?"
"No," replied David.
"You ever beat off?"
"Uh, no..."
"You're kidding me?� Cool guy like you?� I would have thought you pounded your dick every chance you got."
"What's beating off?"
"Well, I tell you, David, it's about the best feeling in the world.� Feels so good sometimes that you'd swear you were going to pass out.� Feels great.� Most guys do it all the time."�
"Uh, how do you... beat off?"
"Well, you put three fingers on the underside of your cock, just below the head and along your tube like this, and put your thumb on top of your dick, like this.� Then you move your hand up and down, like this.� After a few minutes, you get a great feeling, a feeling that'll take your breath away."
David gripped his pecker like Joey was showing him and began stroking himself for the first time.� Joey stopped masturbating and watched as his young charge jacked off.
"I don't feel anything," said David thinking that he was somehow doing something wrong.
"It takes a few minutes.� You know what?� It feels even better if someone else does it for you."
"Really?"
"Want me to show you?"
"Okay."
"You're sure about that?"
"Yeah."
"You're not going to run back and tell anybody?"
"No, of course not."
"I didn't think so, but I have to be sure."
"C'mon, show me, Joey."
Joey sat up beside the willing boy and took David's small cock in his big hand. Caressing the boy's cock and balls, Joey asked, "You like that?"
"Oh yeah," replied David in a whisper.� "It, it feels really good."
The two were silent for a moment.� The soft thumping sound of Joey working over David's dick joined the night sounds of the crickets and tree frogs.
"You've got a nice dick, David... Seeing that you've haven't beat off before, I guess you don't know if your nuts are creaming yet."
"Creaming?"
"Yeah, making sperm."
"Uh, no, I... oh, shit!... Oh!� It's... it's feeling really funny... Oh!� Ohhhhhhhh!"
With salacious pleasure, Joey continued masturbating the boy, watching him squirming around on the blanket in the throes of his first orgasm.� David became motionless and his dick began to soften.� There was just a small dollop of cum that had oozed from his cock. Joey scooped it up on his finger and smeared it on David's lips.� Then Joey licked his finger clean.
Eventually, David's eyes fluttered open.� Licking his lips he tasted his own cum for the first time.� Joey was still sitting beside him, playing with the boy's nuts and cock again.�
"How was that?" asked the senior councilor.
"Cool!� Awesomely cool!"
"I thought you'd like that."� Joey removed his hand from David's crotch and lay back down on the blanket.� "Shooting off has got to be the best feeling in the world."� David's attention was once again drawn to the big cock jutting from Joey's groin.� Tentatively David reached over and ran his fingers through Joey's curly pubic hair.�
"You've got so much hair," remarked David as the he felt the springy hair.� "Can I... you know... touch..."
"You really are a cool guy, aren't you?� Listen, you can touch whatever you want, as much as you want."
Joey lay back, enjoying the feel of David's small fingers exploring his cock and then his balls.
"How come your... your..."
"Dick?" ventured the older male.
"Yeah, dick.� I get spanked at home if I use that word," revealed David.
"It's just a word, like leg, arm, or fingers.� Call it what it is, a dick, a cock, or even penis," instructed Joey.
"Uh, okay.� I won't get into trouble?"
"You have to use some common sense.� Around me, or some of the other cool guys here, you can say whatever you want.� Others, especially around the girls, you have to be more circumspect."
"Circumspect?"
"Yeah, discrete.� There are some people you can say things to and others you can't, just as there are some people you can do things with and others you can't.� For instance, you can touch my dick, like you're doing now whenever we are alone, but don't try and touch Mr. Cransky's dick.� He'll go ballistic!� Mr. Cransky is definitely not cool.� Understand?"
"Yeah, I understand."
"You have to be very, very careful who you reveal things to.� I figured you were cool and I was right."
"Thanks.� Will my dick ever be as big as yours?"
"Once you get a little more hair around your dick, it'll start to get bigger."
"Really?"
"Yeah.� You're bigger now than you were a few years ago.� Right?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"You just have to give yourself time to grow."
"Yeah, but I want to be bigger now.� Is there a way I can do that?"
"Fertilizer!" laughed Joey.� "You can fertilize it!"
"I'm serious," said David smarting from the sting of a perceived put down.
"I'm serious too.� All you need is some extra hormones."
"Where would I get that?"
"From me," answered the older male with a smirk.
"You?"
"Yeah.� I'm grown.� In addition to sperm, a healthy guy's nuts make a lot of hormones too."
"Yeah, we sort of learned about that at school, but they didn't say what the hormones did."
"The right kinds of hormones that make you grow.� They'll make your dick bigger.� You know what?� The wrong hormones can turn you into a girl."
"You're putting me on now," said David skeptically.
"Serious.� What sex you are, how big you grow, where you grow, it's all governed by hormones.� Right now, your nuts are starting make certain hormones, it's called puberty.� Your voice changes, you become more muscular, you start getting hairy between the your legs, your dick gets bigger.� If you're a girl, you develop curves where there weren't any curves before, your tits start growing, hair starts to grow between your legs, you start menstruating."
"Menstruating? �What's that?"
"Well, let's see.� Once a month a girl's pussy bleeds."
"Ewwww!"
"If you pay attention, you'll notice that for a few days, a girl won't go into the pool."
"Really?� How come?"
"They'll bloody up the water, goofus!"
"Oh!... I never knew that."
"They also can be in a really bad mood."
"When?"
"When they're on the rag!"
"Rag?"
"Never mind... All this talk about girls is making me horny."
"Horny?"
"Yeah.� Makes me want to beat off.� Tell you what.� Seeing how I got your rocks off, how about if you return the favor."
"You mean, do this?"
"Oh yeah.� That's it.� You're a fast learner."
David stroked Joey's big cock diligently until Joey announced, "I'm cumming.� I'm cumming.� Here it comes.� Here it comes."� To David's amazement, Joey's dick jerked in his hand as a long rope of semen shot from his cock and splattered across his stomach.� Then another jerk, and more cum shot from his dick.� Then another, and another, each pulse a little less forceful than the previous one until it no longer flew through the air, but more or less gushed, and then oozed from the tip of his cock.
Breathlessly the councilor whispered, "Mmmm, that felt good, David.� Really good," praised a momentarily sated Joey.� "Know what else feels good?"
*****
Big Mike's promise was right, Millie was having the time of her life, frocking nude in the water with the four naked men.� Once her rectitude had diminished and the feeling lessened that someone might be watching them, Millie felt liberated for the first time in her life.� They all laughed and played like teenagers splashing about, playing tag and other innocent games.� The way the men ogled her naked body made her feel as beautiful as Mike had said she was.� The fact that the men quite often displayed erections intrigued and beguiled her.
Even Lenny was giving her the attention that he rarely displayed, hugging and kissing her.� Now and then he would cop a feel of her tits as much for show as a demonstration of his affection.
"Now that everybody is relaxed," said Big Mike, "I have a game we play at the nudist camp.� It's called... uh, Discovery.� Seeing that we have four guys and only one girl, you're it, Millie.� Now, c'mere darling and stand facing the shore; hands to your side.� Okay, close your eyes.� The object of the game is to guess who it is by using all your senses but sight.� No, peaking."
"What if I peak?" giddily challenged Millie.
"You look and you take a penalty," replied Mike in a serious tone.
"Penalty?� What's the penalty?"
"You get a spanking," answered Mike with forced firmness.
"Oh, and who does the spanking?" she asked with a wag of her butt.
"I do," replied Mike brightly.
"Oooo, guess I can't cheat."
"You can, but you get penalized.� Now close your eyes, baby."
Millie stood stark naked in the knee deep water with her eyes closed.� Behind her she could hear the men whispering. "Something bit me!" she suddenly blurted as she danced about in the shallow water with her tits flopping about.
"Its just minnows," reassured a bemused Mike.� "They won't hurt you.� Now stand still."
"But it tickles!"
"If one bites your butt, I'll kiss it and make it well.� Now turn around and close your eyes.� Open your eyes again and you'll be sorry."
Millie stood as instructed, but soon the little fish were nibbling on her legs and causing her to move about.
"Be still, Millie.� Okay, now who is it?" came the command from somewhere off to her left side.� From the tone she knew that it was Big Mike's voice.
Millie stood fast bearing the ticklish assault by the little critters while straining to hear some clue.� The only sound she heard was the rustling of the water and songs of a mockingbird and a cardinal.��
Someone took her hand and placed it on the bare chest of a man standing in front of her.� "Okay, Millie, can you tell me who it is?" said a voice off to one side.
She cautiously felt the man's chest in front of her.� He was well muscled and nearly hairless.� So it couldn't be Lenny nor could it be Big Mike.� She took a stab at it declaring without confidence, "Roger?"
"Very good, Millie," said the voice that she knew to be Big Mike's.� The man stepped away and another took his place.� This man was solidly built, and very broad.� Her fingers trailed through a forest of thick hair.� She was tempted to feel lower, but stopped herself at the man's deep navel.
"Who is it?" asked a voice that she recognized as Luke's.
"Big Mike!" she declared with supreme confidence.
"Very good," replied Big Mike lingering a bit to see if her hand would go any lower.� It didn't, in fact she pulled it away.
She heard some whispering again.� Suddenly she felt someone pressing and rubbing his body into her back.
"Oh, my," she whispered.� Then as his hard cock pressed and rubbed against her buttocks she nearly jumped, but gamely stood her ground.
"Who is it?"
"I, I don't know."
"Take a guess."
From the size of the penis pressing into her she reasoned that it wasn't Big Mike.� "Uh, Roger!" she blurted with a giggle.
"Wrong!" said Big Mike.
"Who is it?" she asked as the mystery man backed silently away.
"Can't tell you.� You have to guess correctly.� Okay, let's do it again.� Next!"
Moments later another man pressed his body into her backside.� This man rubbed her too, but lacked any real enthusiasm.
"Who is it?"
"Uh, Lenny!" she said with a giggle.�
"Very good!� One down and three to go," announced Big Mike from his place off to the side.� Millie jumped up and down with glee.� She was enjoying this game.� It was naughty, but very innocent too.
"Okay, next!" said a new voice from her right side.� She knew that voice.� It was her husband Lenny.
Moments later she felt a man pressing and rubbing his body against her back.� Again she deduced that it wasn't Big Mike and it wasn't her husband.� Seeing that she had guessed Roger the first time and got it wrong she blurted out, "Luke!"
Instantly she realized her error, but not before Lenny announced, "Wrong!� Okay next!"
Inwardly she smiled, expecting Big Mike to be next, she was puzzled when she felt the mystery man at her back.� It wasn't Big Mike.� Correctly deducing that it would be Luke's turn, she called "Luke!"�
She was rewarded by Luke whispering in her ear, "Very good, gorgeous," as he continued to rub his own substantial endowment into her ass.
"Okay, Luke," said Lenny.� "Luke!"� Millie was disappointed to feel the hard cock pull away.
The next man, she instantly knew to be Roger, as he was larger than her husband, but was nowhere near the size of the big man.�
With growing excitement and visions of her zucchini‑lover in the flesh, Millie finally felt the massive bulk of Big Mike press into her, his cock felt huge as it nestled into the valley of her buttocks.� Thinking the game would be over once she said his name, Millie hesitated enjoying the feel of Big Mike and his masculinity against her body.� Unconsciously she ground back into his groin savoring the hot feel of his thick turgid cock.
"Who is it?" asked Lenny the third time with exasperation.�
"Uh, uh, I don't know."
"Bull shit!" said her husband.� "There's only one person left!"
"Uh, Big Mike?" she replied playing dumb.
"Oh, you're brilliant!" chided her annoyed husband.
A hot flash and a shiver ran down her spine to her pussy when Big Mike tenderly kissed the nape of her neck softly saying, "No, you're beautiful.� Very beautiful."� He stepped back and glared at Lenny.� Millie caught her breath and turned thinking the game was over.
�"You looked!" said Big Mike accusingly.
"The game's over!" she protested.
"No, it's not!" declared Big Mike.� "You know what that means!" he said grabbing her by her wrist.
"You can't be serious!" she protested as she was hauled away to a half submerged tree trunk.� "Aren't there snakes in there," she asked in genuine alarm.
"We scared all the snakes off hours ago," replied Big Mike as he straddled the log and pulled her over his lap.� "Now you peaked so you have to pay the price."
Millie was giggling until Big Mike's big open hand landed smack on her wet butt. The resounding,� 'CRACK!' set the birds in flight from the surrounding trees.� "Owwww!" she hollered as she arched her back.� "Owwww!" she hollered again as the second blow landed next to the bright red handprint left by the first blow.� "I won't do it again!" she pleaded.� 'CRACK!' "Owwwww!� Pleasssseee stop!"
Big Mike stopped and admired his handiwork of three perfect handprints glowing red from her soft butt checks.� "There, there," he cooed as he rubbed her stinging flesh.� "Punishment is over."
Rather than be outraged, Millie discovered that she was somehow aroused by the experience.� They remained in place for a minute or two with Mike gently rubbing her bare rump until Lenny started to wade over.� Seeing Lenny's approach, the boss simply pointed his finger at his underling and glared.� Remembering what Mike had said earlier, to Lenny the message was clear.� He retreated not willing to challenge his boss.� After all, he told himself, he had agreed to this, sort of, and his livelihood was possibly at stake.
"C'mon, sweetheart," said Big Mike.� "Time for round two."
Disappointed that moment had passed, Millie stood up and rubbed her butt.� Her disciplinarian duly noted the faint smile on her face before leading her back to the game site.
"Okay, now hands to the side and close your eyes," instructed Big Mike.
Millie followed the directions, but was tempted to peak.� She decided that perhaps she would peak later, but for now she would play the game.� Again behind her she could hear whispering, but couldn't make out what was being said.
"You lost fair and square twice," whispered Big Mike.� "I promised not to do anything she didn't want to do.� You promised not to be a friggin'worm!"
"I didn't say anything," said Lenny defensively.� "Did I say anything?" he asked looking about for support and finding none.
"You just keep your mouth shut!� If and when she says 'no', I won't press her.� Now, we're all having a good time, right?� Let's keep it that way."
Millie was straining to make out what was being said.� There was a momentary silence until from somewhere in front of her she heard her husband say, "Okay, Millie.� Who is it?"
"There's nobody..." she said just as the massive form of Big Mike again pressed into her back.� "Oh gawd!" she moaned as his hands boldly slid over her tits from behind.� It took a moment before she realized that her husband was silently watching the whole thing as Big Mike brazenly felt her up.
"Nice," whispered Big Mike in her ear.� "Very nice indeed."
"Uh, who is it?" croaked Lenny.� Millie moaned softly as the big fingers rolled her stiff nipples. "Millie, who is it?"
"Mike," she said breathlessly.
"No, shit, Sherlock," hissed her husband.
With a dismissive wave of his hand, Big Mike took over as the master of ceremonies.� Big Mike nodded to Luke and called "Next!"� Grinning ear to ear, Luke approached the flushed woman who was waiting anxiously to be molested again, but before he got there Big Mike called him over for a quick consultation.
"She's hot for it, Luke," Mike whispered.�
"Lenny looks pissed."
"Fuck him."
"I'd rather fuck her," Luke chuckled.
"Me too," replied Mike before imparting his instructions.
Luke circled around in front of Millie who was expectantly waiting for the game to continue.� The afternoon romp and especially the nudist game had been risqu�, but now it was becoming downright wicked.� The fact that Lenny hadn't objected to what Big Mike had done to her just proved to her that she really didn't mean anything to him at all. Rather than being hurt, she was excited and aroused.� She'd never had this much fun in her entire dreary life.
She felt the excitement, especially between her legs.� The yearning had been building ever since she innocently took off her dress onshore.�� Now as she lusted for Mike to touch her again, the tingling in her pussy was becoming almost unbearable.� Her breathing became increasingly ragged as her mind filled with the mental image of Big Mike taking her right in front of Lenny.�
Knowing the men were watching, she fought the urge to touch herself.� It was somewhat of a shock when she felt moist lips surround her stiff nipple and she almost opened her eyes. She felt the tongue swirl about her brownish aureole and then the teeth gently bit and pulled on her engorged teat.� Whoever it was didn't touch her anywhere else.� There was only the strange mouth on her nipple, slurping and licking and nibbling and sucking on it teasingly causing her to moan like a sick cat.
"Who is it?" croaked Lenny.� It was obvious to all from Lenny's raging hard‑on that he too was turned on by the scandalous game centered around his naked wife.
"I, I, I don't know," moaned his wife who actually thought it was Big Mike, but who didn't want such a quick end to her pleasure.
"Well, take a guess," her husband said breathlessly in a lame attempt to bring on an end to this salacious segment.
"I, I, ohhhh, that feels soooo nice."
Roger had his instructions from Big Mike.� Silently he prodded Lenny to continue and finally got the perplexed husband to call out, "Next."
Millie was happy that the wonderful laving on her right tit continued even after his turn was over.� "Oh gawd," she moaned as a new pair of lips surrounded her left nipple.� Her hands rose from her sides, cupping the two men behind the head and pressing them into her bosom. Each man in turn reached around to cup and kneed a fleshy ass cheek as they lewdly sucked her tits.� She didn't have presence of mind to analyze just who hands were on her ass, nor did she care.� The decadence of simply having two men simultaneously feeling her ass and sucking her tits caused her knees tremble to the point of threatening collapse.
Mike motioned for Lenny to stay quiet, but approach his wife.� When he was in the position Mike wanted, Mike tapped Luke's and Roger's shoulders for them to move away.� As soon as the pleasuring mouths separated from her now very sensitive tits, Millie softly protested, "Noooo, don't stop.� Not yet.� Please?"
Taking Millie's hand he guided it to her husband's hard cock.� With a throaty groan she wrapped her delicate fingers around the hot turgid cock and squeezed.
"Who is it, Millie?" asked Luke standing off to the side.
"Mike?� Is it Mike?" she asked hopefully.
Mike took her free hand and guided it to his own stiff manhood.� Unable to close her fingers around the thick dick she blurted, "Oh, god, you're Mike!" as she squeezed and gently pulled on both erections.� A hand, big and rough, went between her slightly parted legs and grazed her sopping labia.� Despite the threat of another spanking, Millie was unable to resist opening her eyes.
"You're all wet, darling," said Big Mike softly as he pulled his wet hand from her pussy. Wide‑eyed and broiling with lust, Millie desperately looked from Mike to Lenny and back Mike.� "See, it was Lenny's dick you were holding first," said Mike.� "See how excited you've gotten him.� See how much he wants you.� He does love you, Millie.� He just needed a new way of showing you.� He wants you, Millie.� He wants you now.� Here darling, lean on me... Let go of his dick... that's it sweetheart.� Now spread your legs a little.� Your husband is going to fuck you, so just relax and enjoy his cock."
Lenny's relationship with his boss had always been a contentious one.� Over the years that they had worked together Big Mike had squashed his ego on a regular basis, as well as humiliated him in front of his co‑workers.� Today as events unfolded under Big Mike's direction and as Millie's passions soared, Lenny had expected Big Mike to make a cuckold out of him.� Now that moment was at hand, to Lenny's utter surprise, Big Mike deferred to Lenny.� Mike hadn't been preparing his wife for himself, Lenny realized, he had prepared her for him!
"Well, show her you love her," urged Big Mike in a friendly tone.� "She's yours, Lenny.� She wants you.� Take her."� Lenny beamed as he realized what a good friend Big Mike was after all. He had shown both he and Millie the best time of the lives together. "Go on, do her," urged his boss with a disarming smile.
Lenny stepped up from behind and poked his achingly erect dick between her legs until he found the right spot.� Her slick puffy labia parted, allowing him easy entry.� "Oh god, yessss!" she hissed as her husband filled her burning cunt with his cock.
Grasping his wife by her fleshy hips, Lenny started to slowly fuck her.� In response, Millie pushed her hips back to meet her husband's thrusts.� All the while her husband fucked her, she braced herself on Big Mike's broad shoulders and maintained a firm grip on his big cock.� Big Mike in turn, reached between her legs again, easily slipping into her opened gash to find her aroused love button.
Millie whimpered and groaned, making soft mewing noises as her orgasm began to quickly build under the coordinated attack on her pussy.�
"Squeeze his dick with your pussy," instructed Mike.� "Squeeze when he's pulling out.� Give him the best fuck of his life and make him yearn for more."
She began to buck her hips and thrash about, destroying the rhythm they had established.� In response, Lenny fucked her harder and harder, pounding into her soft ass.� With each impact of his groin with her backside, her butt cheeks shook like Jell‑O.
Millie was screaming out her pleasure now, her voice echoing off the steep banks of the creek bed.�� Luke and Roger had by now repositioned themselves to get the best view of the copulation they could.� Something caught Luke's eye and he looked up at the railroad trestle.� Up on top, sitting on the edge, two young black boys were taking in the show.� Luke gave them a friendly wave and they both waved back, their white teeth gleaming between their wide smiles.
*****
Sitting alone in his customerless bookstore, mindlessly watching kiddie porn, David became lost in the recollection of the ass reaming he'd gotten the night before.� His butt still throbbed, a reminder of not only the vigorous sodomy by his big neighbor, but of the fisting his little Billy did to him.� The dull, throbbing then reminded him of the night Joey took his virginity in every manner.� How the camp councilor had cornholed him over and over throughout the night, and how he had David sucked his stinking cock to get him hard again and again.�
He remembered the next day, how his ass throbbed all day and how Joey fucked him again that very next night in the pool shower.� Indeed, nearly every night thereafter Joey took him to the showers at the pool and fucked him.� The pool was relatively remote, off the beaten path, off limits and normally locked during the night.� Of course Joey had a key and nothing was off limits to him.� At night, it was the safest, most private place in the entire camp for nefarious activities.� If someone should came by and discover them, it would be perfectly normal for them to be naked. It was also the best place to clean up after sodomy.�
He remembered how much fun it was at first, fun and taboo.� The taboo part was the best he remembered.� During the day, the lifeguards at the pool had him sucking their cocks in the equipment room.
The vivid memory of the night that Joey invited the camp cook to join them at the pool showers came back in to him.� Sarge was a retired Army cook, short and somewhat portly, he had a gruff demeanor that made David afraid of him.� He remembered how friendly he was once he met up with them in the shadows.� How he rubbed his head and made David feel like he had genuine affection for the boy.� David remembered the butterflies he felt in his stomach as the three of them walked down the dark path to the pool.
Once inside, they quickly stripped and showered off the day's sweat and grime.� David remembered Sarge handing him the soap and telling him to wash his backside.� How his soapy hands rubbed the man's hairy back, before rubbing on the man's hairy haunches. �
"Get inside my crack, real good will ya?"� It was an invitation that David readily accepted and he did a very good job indeed with Sarge holding his butt cheeks apart so he could get to his anus that much easier.� Satisfied that his ass was clean, Sarge turned so the boy could minister to his front.� With a shortness of breath, David remembered the feel of the old man's large turgid penis in his small hands.� He wasn't as long as Joey was, but he was thicker, much thicker.� "Got me good and clean?" Sarge asked with a friendly smile.
"Yes, sir."
Sarge then took the soap and lathered David up, washing his dick, washing his balls and washing his ass. The ass washing quickly morphed into finger penetration.
"Joey, watch the door, will ya?" said the middle‑aged man.� Joey moved to the doorway and took up position as guard.� Sarge's fingers left the boy's ass and slid up his back to the top of David's head, where his stubby fingers intertwined with David's hair.� "You ready to have your ass fucked, kid?" the man snarled as his grip tightened. Using his superior strength, Sarge forced David downward until he was prone on the cold concrete floor.� With his free hand Sarge lifted David's hips, positioning his substantial cock at the boy's asshole.� Trained by Joey's cock, David's sphincter opened just enough for the older man's thick cock to gain advantage.� With little regard for the boy, Sarge roughly shoved his fat cock up David's boy pussy.
After that night, Sarge fucked him whenever and wherever the cook felt safe. In the pantry room, in his private quarters, in the pool showers or off in woods in the dirt, the old man fucked him, calling him his faggot boy and his boy pussy.� He was never fun and never reciprocated like Joey did.� Instead, he routinely brutalized the boy. David fearing exposure, wasn't allowed to refuse and after a few weeks, it wasn't so much fun anymore.
He remembered how slack his sphincter became, to the point that he couldn't control his bowls.� Joey's solution was stick a girl's tampon up his butt.� It wasn't until he was home for two weeks before the abused muscle ring regained elasticity.
Still, the recent butt fucking brought back good feelings.� "Who needs Julia," he said out loud.
"I beg your pardon?" said the old lady jolting him from his daydream.� Somehow she had managed to come through the door without David hearing the bell.
*****
Spent, Lenny's soft cock slipped from his wife's pulsating pussy followed by a trickle of semen that ran down her thighs.� Breathless, she was still leaning against Mike with her head buried in his hairy chest with his cock in her hand.� Mike stroked her hair as she began recovering from the wonderful fucking.
Once she was more or less back to earth, Mike asked, "Tell me, pretty lady, what do you want the most in the world? What would give you the most happiness?"
"Babies.� I want a baby," she whispered.
The answer took Mike by surprise.� They way she had been squeezing his cock, he was certain that she would say, 'I want you to fuck me.'� Instead she said she wanted babies.
The native intelligence that had served him so well in life kicked in.� 'This could be even better,' he thought. The possibilities that flashed through his mind sent a surge of blood to his already stiff cock.� "Of course you do," he replied quickly regaining his balance.� "You'd make a wonderful mother, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," she whispered.� "I want a baby."
"You want a baby to hold, to love and to nurture.� I bet you want lots of babies."� Millie shook her head in the affirmative.�
Stroking her hair and thinking back, Mike knew that she desperately wanted children.� He knew that because Lenny had told him.� Lenny had told him everything.� How they both came from large families with lots of brothers and sisters and how they both wanted a large family too.� Ten kids?� Yeah, ten kids was the goal.�
Lenny told him how he had contracted the mumps when he was a senior in high school.� 'Never been so miserable in my life,' he said.� 'My balls we so swollen that I thought they might explode.� And hurt... I'd take a kick in the balls any day over that constant agony.� Can you imagine being ruptured for days on end?� That's what it was like.'� Then they got married and started right away trying to have kids, but to no avail.� At first they thought there might be something wrong with Millie, but everything checked out just fine.� Then they discovered the culprit was his very low sperm count.� For all practical purposes, the mumps had rendered him sterile.� Lenny had confided to him how his self esteem as a man plummeted because he couldn't provide his wife with the one thing they both wanted most in this world, babies.� From there, their marriage pretty much tanked becoming a marriage of convenience rather than a marriage of love and caring for each other.
"Yes, I know, darling.� Lenny told me everything, how he can't give you the one thing you want most in the world.� He told me how it has torn you two apart.� That's why we're here today, Millie.� Lenny wanted to show you how much he really loves you.� He knows how much you want a baby.� He wants a baby too, don't you Lenny?"
Lenny still reeling from the best fuck ever with his wife replied, "Yeah, I love kids."
"He loves kids too, Millie.� You know that. That's why he spends so much time working with Little League and Youth Basketball.� Now do you really want a baby?� More than anything in the world?"
"Yes," she answered with tears now streaking her cheeks.
"Now, we have all talked about this.� The four of us.� And Lenny agrees," he lied.� "All you need is some sperm, Millie.� Do you understand me?� Lenny doesn't have any sperm.� That's not his fault, it's just the way it is.� But we do, Millie.� We'll give you our sperm, Millie.� We'll give you that baby you and Lenny want so much.� That's really why you're here today, darling.� To get a baby."
Her eyes widened at the proposition.� She'd never considered anything like this before, but it somehow made sense to her.
"What are friends for, if not to help each other out?" continued Big Mike.� "Now, this doesn't go beyond our little group here, so whatever you decide, no one will ever know but us."
"Who would..." she began before her words failed her.� How could she ask who would father her child?
"Who'd be the father?� This will be your child and Lenny's.� I think it's best if you didn't know exactly who the father is.� Don't you agree?� As far as the world knows, it will be Lenny's child.� As far as we know, we won't be sure, and it won't be important."
"I don't understand.� Why wouldn't I know?"
"Because we're all going to make love to you, Millie.� The three of us, me, Luke and Roger.� That way, no one will know for sure."
"I, I can't do that," she replied tearfully.
"Why not?"
"I just can't."
"Then we can't give you the baby you deserve."
"But it's, it's..."
"It's the only way, darling," Big Mike said smoothly and soothingly.
"I... okay."� Then gaining confidence she said more forcefully, "Okay!� Yes!� I want a baby!"
"Then tell Lenny what you want."
"Lenny, oh Lenny please... I want a baby!� I want a baby so bad," the freshly fucked woman pleaded to her sterile husband.
Lenny was dumbstruck.� It all sounded logical, but...� "I don't..."�
Mike cut him off with a sharp glare and a throat cutting motion.� He stepped up to his underling and got right into his face, looming over the smaller man.� In a low voice so Millie couldn't hear, Mike laid into him. "No back peddling, no welshing, Lenny!� You said you wouldn't interfere!� Now your wife wants to give you a son, maybe a daughter.� She wants to get knocked up in the worst way and by god we're going to knock her up and make the lady happy!� Today!� In the next few minutes!� So get used to it!� Now tell her.� Tell her you want a baby too!� Don't you disappoint her!� Tell her that she can have her baby."
Intimidated as always by Big Mike, Lenny readily agreed.� "Okay, okay," he said automatically without actually thinking.�
"Go on."
Lenny cleared his throat.� "Yeah.� Do it, Millie.� Let them put a baby in you.� Our baby."
Mike smiled and patted Lenny on the shoulders for doing the right thing.� "Now take your sweet wife over to the blanket.� We'll be there in a moment."
Big Mike gathered up Luke and Roger to determine the rotation order.� As usual, Big Mike showed no hesitation when it came to implementing a plan on the fly.� "Boys, we got ourselves a gang bang!" he began with a smile.� "We'll do paper‑rocks‑scissors to see who goes first and last.� Sorry, Luke, you're the short timer, so Roger and me will go first."� Not wasting a moment, Roger and Big Mike played the game.� Mike picked 'rock', but Roger chose 'paper' and as paper covers rock, Roger won first position.� Mike turned to Luke and within five seconds, Mike had secured the caboose position as Luke's 'rock' broke his 'scissors'.� It was all over with before Lenny and Millie waded to shore.
As the implications of what was about to take place sunk in, Lenny tried to talk for a moment with his wife, but she was so wrapped up in the anticipation that Big Mike was going to make love to her that she didn't hear a word her husband said.� His three co‑workers were upon them the moment they made it the blanket and his opportunity was lost.� Taking over from her befuddled husband, Roger and Luke guided her down on the blanket.� To Millie's dismay, Big Mike announced casually, "Roger's first!"
Lying on her back, she looked up as Roger knelt between her legs.� While Roger jacked his cut cock to get it good and hard, Luke gently took her arms and pulled them over her head.� A feeling of total vulnerability swept over her.� Then the reality hit.� She wasn't going to be made love to; she was going to be fucked, fucked by three men while her husband watched.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she cried as Roger unceremoniously ran his cock up her cunt, a cunt that had previously been the sole domain of her neglectful husband.
*****�
Jake fumed as he glanced at the clock, it was getting late in the afternoon. Horsefly hadn't come back yet and they had a delivery to make.� Not expecting an answer, he rhetorically asked his other black worker, Tyronne,� "Where's that nigger?" As he expected, Tyronne remained silent.� "Well, c'mon.� Let's get this shit loaded up.� If his sorry black ass ain't back in..."� His bluster faded as he considered Horsefly's open‑ended mission.� "Aw, fuck!� Ya just watch.� That bastard ain't gonna show up 'til five minutes before quittin' time."
*****�
The trickling of water, the buzzing of insects and the grunting of a rutting male filled the still air by the creek.� Millie tits were jiggling about as Roger clinched his teeth, his semen spewing into the depths of Millie's seldom visited love tunnel.� Half a dozen grunts and he was finished, for now.� Dismounting from the missionary, he smiled at the woman he'd just fucked and simply said, "Thanks, honey."�
Millie glanced around and saw that the two young black boys, buck naked and fresh from the creek, were just a few feet away, fondling themselves as they casually observed the whole licentious affair.� Unconsciously she tried to cover her nakedness from their stare.
Big Mike merrily sang out, "Next!" Moments later, Luke swung around and positioned himself.�
Lenny wanted to look away, but couldn't take his eyes off his sweat‑covered wife.� Millie gazed up lovingly at the virile young man who was about to fuck her.� Luke thrust forward. The soft cry of a lustful female, coupled with the rhythmic staccato of lustful fornication mingled with the other natural sounds of the creek.
*****
Hours before quitting time, but after the truck was loaded, Jake was pleasantly surprised when Horsefly sauntered in.� "Where have ya been?� Fucking your little sister?"
"No, suh," laughed the big black man, "But ah wus doin' Tyronne's ho' of a wife!"
Tyronne laughed nervously with his boss and buddy as he knew that the 'joke' could very well have been true.
"Where in the hell have ya been?" asked Jake asserting his authority.� "Ya been gone all� fuckin' day!"
"Ah did my bess, Massa Jake, ah shore did.� Ain't as easy as it sounds.� That stuff yo wants, only college kids use dat stuff, an they ain't many of dem 'rounds here."
"Well... did ya get it?"
Horsefly beamed as he produced a small baggie filled with some white powder.� "Ah gots it, boss.� Ah gots it.� Now it ain't easy finding dis stuff, but I finds it."� Jake held out his hand for the small bag of drugs. "'Fore ah gives it to ya, ya remember what ya promised?"
"Yeah, I remember.� Tomorrow, Horsefly.� I'll bring her tomorrow."
Horsefly beamed broadly, his mind filled with the nude image of the blonde, big‑titted white girl that was promised to him for an hour.
*****
Millie lay on the blanket in a semi‑lustful state, gasping for breath, spread out looking and feeling like a well‑used whore.� Her second fuck, actually third for the day, was good but wasn't very satisfying.� Luke knew how to pleasure a lady, that was for sure, but he had ejaculated before she had reached her point of no return.� Her hand felt her puffed up labia and the wetness that leaked from her.� Next to her, the two black boys knelt in the sand grinning ear to ear.� She heard someone say, "Next," as if they were at the local Burger Barn. Suddenly she felt shame for what she was doing.�
Looking up she saw Big Mike looming above her, his impressive organ jutting from the tangle of reddish pubic hair. For some reason her attention was drawn to the tattoo of a dragon coiled around one forearm.� Around the other forearm, but heading up his arm was a snake.� She studied his hairy muscular chest and the slight paunch of his belly.� It struck her as odd that he would be so dark above the waist, yet so white below, but then again, all the men, her husband included, sported the same two‑tone scheme.
Mike knelt down beside her, leaned over and kissed her full on the lips.� "Do you have any idea just how beautiful you are right this moment?" he whispered sending her spirits soaring.� "Beautiful and sexy?"� His hand caressed her full tits as he smiled down at her.
"What about those boys?� They shouldn't..."
"Forget about them.� They're just kids.� Now c'mon, baby, get up on your hands and knees for me.� I'm gonna fuck ya doggie‑style."
She'd never done it like that with Lenny.� She never would let him.� To fuck like a couple of dogs?� It was obscene, maybe even immoral!� Still, as Big Mike gently positioned her, she allowed it.
"Hey, Lenny, c'mere," called Big Mike to her husband.� "Sit here, Lenny...Yeah, just spread your legs forward and support yourself with your arms."� Lenny took up the position in front of his wife, his legs straddling her arms.� "Scoot up some."� Lenny butt crawled forward a few inches.
"Sweetheart, Lenny tells me you never suck his dick."� With those words, Millie blushed furiously.� "Now listen to me... a good wife sucks her husband's dick at least twice a week if not more.� In fact, a really good wife will suck him daily.� Now, I don't know the full story behind whatever problems you two have been having, but the problems stop, today.� Now be a good girl, take Lenny's dick in your mouth and suck him while I fuck you.� He'll like it, I promise you.� And if he likes it, you'll like it too.� Trust me.� Now, go on."
"But that's dirty," she protested meekly looking down at her husband's cut organ.
"His dick ain't dirty!� It's his dick.� You're supposed to suck it as well as fuck it."
"I don't think I can..."
"That's right.� You don't think.� From now on you just do it.� He's giving you a baby, ain't he?� Okay, so give him a blow job!"
Millie hesitated.�� It was apparent that she wasn't going to comply.� A resounding 'CRACK!' filled the air.� Millie's head shot up as the stinging blow landing on her bare rump.� 'CRACK!'� Millie hollered as the assault on her buttocks began.� 'CRACK!� CRACK!� CRACK!� CRACK!'� Her butt was ablaze, and she screamed for him to stop, but oddly she never moved away from the punishment.
"Suck his dick, Millie!" came the commanding voice that demanded instant compliance.
Sobbing Millie lowered her head and took her husband's semi‑erect dick into her mouth.� To her surprise, it wasn't unpleasant at all.� Lenny instantly began to refresh his hard‑on.� Looking up at Big Mike, he smiled broadly as his wife began giving him her first blowjob ever.� She lacked skill, but learned quickly, following Big Mike's suggestions to use her tongue on the underside, to tease the head, to gently suck and move her mouth over the stalk.� Soon the act that she had always considered disgusting and wicked wasn't so disgusting anymore.� It was still wicked, but delightfully wicked.� She did worry that he might pee in her mouth, but somehow managed to put that thought aside and simply concentrate on the feel of the spongy organ in her mouth.
Laving away on her husband's cock, she felt Big Mike husky hands grip her by the hips.� She moaned at the feel of the broad head of his fat organ pressing between her legs and gaining purchase between her sopping engorged lips, stretching them around his wide girth.
Lenny felt his wife groan around his dick as Big Mike pushed slowly into her, stretching her cunt hole like never before.� Millie grunted as the big cock forced her open.� Just as she didn't think she could take him, he paused for a moment, then withdrew and reentered her.� It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, unlike anything she had ever imagined.� Big Mike worked his cock back and forth, restricting his depth until she was comfortable with his size.� Then he slowly pushed in deeper.� Her clit had by then rotated downward to rub against his vein covered stalk.� With each stroke, her passion increased incrementally, until she was panting around the stiff dick in her mouth.
Unbeknownst to her, Roger and Luke had followed their boss' orders to give her no more than a perfunctory first fuck.� Just enough to warm her up and establish precedent.� They would be back for more.
"Mmmmfff!� Mmmmmmffff!� Mmmmmmfff!" she moaned non‑stop as she became accustomed to the turgid mass sliding ever deeper into her womanhood with each passing minute.� Big Mike finally bottomed out on her cervix and the real fucking began.� Slowly at first with long slow strokes, he plowed and replowed her cunt.� Her tits began to swing and her body began to quake as Big Mike gradually his increased his pace.
Millie's passion grew with each stroke of Big Mike's cock into her cunt.� The skin‑on‑skin friction of his large cock sliding against the velvety ribbed walls of her tight vagina and tightly stretched pussy lips took its toll.� The rubbing of her distended clit on his shaft took its toll.� The repeated raking of his broad cockhead across her G‑spot took its toll.� With his cock, Big Mike felt the familiar tremors of a woman going into orgasm.
"She's cumming on my cock, Lenny.� Your wife's cumming on my cock! Yeah, squeeze it, Millie!� That's it, cum on my cock, baby!"� As the vaginal contractions increased, Mike reached forward and grabbed a handful of Millie's brown hair, pulling her head up.� Her husband's dick slipped from her voracious mouth and Lenny saw the contorted face of his wife in the throes of pure rapture.� "See how beautiful she is, Lenny?� That's the face of orgasm! C'mon baby, show Lenny how pretty you are.� Show him much you like to be fucked!� Oh, yeah, cum my cock, honey!� Cum on my fucking cock!"� The intense squeezing of her pussy around his cock was too much and Mike felt his balls beginning to boil.� "Get ready, sweetie, old Mike's gonna give ya that baby you want!� Yeah, here it comes.� Here comes the winning entry in the baby derby!� Oh, fuck, I gonna cum.� I'm gonna cum. Oh, oh, oh fuck, baby!"
*****
David rang up the sole legitimate sale for the day, some note cards that the old lady picked out after spending a half hour browsing through the store.� 'That won't even cover the utilities for today,' thought David with disgust as he put the meager purchase into a bag.� Moments later, he was alone again in his empty store.�
Thoughts of Joey and how much fun he had being his butt‑boy that summer filled his mind.� He considered how the Prophet's boys seemed as happy as he was.� Then thoughts of the abuse he received at the hands of the camp cook wiped the serene smile from his face.� Boris' boys seemed as miserable as Sarge made him.� Then another thought occurred to him, one that he never had before, it was Joey who had delivered him to Sarge.
His thoughts turned to his son, Billy, and how the boy had played with his cock and played with his ass last night.� His heart sank.� "That never should have happened!" he shouted to the empty store as tears welled up in his eyes.� "How could I have allowed that?"
For the next few hours until closing, David reflected on the wrong he had done.� 'It's Julia's fault!' he finally rationalized.� The woman was as cold as fish and as mean as a junkyard dog.� She never allowed him to be a man and take his pleasures with her as a good wife should.� Sure, he had purulent inclinations, but he had always kept them at bay.� If she'd just listened to the preacher and done her wifely duties, he never would have slept with the boy.� He'd never have spanked his children bare butt while the others watched or inadvertently encouraged them to playing touchie‑feelie games naked in their bedroom.� The pleasant visions of his three children naked made his cock stir.�
He thought of Kindall, all of nine, and how he had bathed her and her little sister.� How she wanted him to touch her inappropriately and how she wanted to see his dick.� 'Little tramp,' he thought.� Memories came to fore of his struggle with the demons who had urged him to molest the little vamp and her little sister.� For the moment he had won that battle, but now swirling in his fevered mind were visions of his dick slipping between her tender nether lips, visions of fingering her, darker thoughts too.�
Little Trisha, what must she be thinking?� What were she and Kendall doing at night in their bed?� 'The little whores... bet they'd both like a fucking,' he thought before he once again recoiled from the evil filling his soul.�
Again the thought occurred to him that none of that would have happened if Julia had honored him as her husband.� Then another thought occurred to him, a thought that gripped his heart with fear.� Julia would find out.� That he was certain of.� Then what?� Divorce?� Jail?� Yes, he'd go to jail and never come out alive!
If something didn't change soon, he was now certain that he would fuck the boy, possibly even tonight.� Hell, he'd fuck the two girls too!� But once that line was crossed would he be like Joey or would he be like Sarge?� Would he then, like Joey, deliver the boy to be abused by another Sarge?� An image of little Trisha being ripped apart by Jake Stringer's thick cock excited and revolted him.� "Oh, God!" he cried.� "Help me, Lord.� Help me to find strength!"�
In his darkest moment, it occurred to him that the preacher was right and that Jake was right.� His salvation lay with Julia, with her learning to do her duty to him as his wife. His thoughts then centered on the two neighbor women and how they gladly acted as whores for their husbands.� "Jake is right.� Jake is right," he muttered. "I'll do it!� By god I'll do it!� I'll do it to save my babies!"
*****
"See, I told you that your wife was hot to trot," remarked Big Mike as the men rode back to the railroad shop.� "Damn, once she got going good, she couldn't get enough!� I told you that she loves to fuck, Lenny.� Treat 'em right and all women love to fuck... except perhaps the bull‑dyke types, and I'll bet that even they love a rubber cock up the snatch.
"Now, don't you worry none, Lenny.� Soon you'll be a daddy!� Me and the boys here, we'll have her knocked up in no time.� Meanwhile, you need to treat her right... don't just fuck her, make love to her.� You do that and she'll be sucking your dick and fucking your brains out every day just because she loves you.
"Tonight, take her out to dinner, somewhere nice, like Denny's.� Tell her how beautiful she is when she's swept away with fuck‑lust.� Tell her how it was all your idea, to get her pregnant... She'll love that!� Yeah, tell her how much you look forward to seeing her belly swelling with a child.� Her child will be your child.� Then take her home and fuck her.
"Tell you what, if you want, I'll have Ginger come over and talk to her about oral techniques and the secrets of giving a man a great fuck.� She can teach Millie how to dress more provocatively, how to do her make up and maybe how to shed a few pounds."
*****
As soon as Jake pulled into his driveway, David was out to meet him.�
"So ya really want me to help ya?� Help ya train Julia to be a good wife like my Toni?"
"Please, you've gotta help me, Jake!"
"I'll help ya, little buddy, but I gotta be sure ya understand."
"I understand.� I really do."
"Once we start, there'll be no turning back, and no half measures.� Ya understand that, don't ya?"
"Yes, I understand."
"Okay, here's what you need to do.� First, get rid of the kids.� They're in the way.� Besides, you don't want 'em to be nosin' 'round.� So, send them off somewhere... to grandma's."
"Julia's mother?" asked David with a shiver.
"Yeah, tell her Julia's sick and needs some rest.� All grandmother's love their grandkids."
"You don't know Julia's mother."
"She's like her daughter?"
"Maybe worse," replied Davis ruefully.
"Well, that's your problem, little buddy.� Deal with it. Now, tomorrow afternoon... hell, we could get started tonight if ya get your shit together.� Either way, once the kids are gone, slip a quarter teaspoon of this powder into a glass of wine and see to it that she drinks it."
"She doesn't drink wine."
"Then give her Coke, root beer, whatever!� Just put the shit it in her drink and make sure the bitch drinks it.� She'll be out cold in thirty minutes or so, and then we'll get started.� Oh, yeah, and go get some ropes. Soft ropes that won't cut her... We don't want to hurt her," added Jake with a leer, "we just wanna just fuck her."
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To be continued...