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Authors name: Coyote (Address Withheld)
Story title : Pet Project

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Pet Project (MMF, exh, orgy, reluc, intr)
by Coyote (Address Withheld)

***

Pet begins writing racy short stories for a woman's 
magazine, when she admits to her husband that 
interracial sex would turn her on. What happens next 
involves her best friends and her hubby.

*


Pet Project 
(chapter 1)


Summertime was their favorite time of year, so much so 
that years ago Rick and Pet decided to make Florida 
their permanent home. Right off the bat, the two had 
decided that, although they enjoyed Missouri, they were 
made for a warmer climate. After all, the Florida Keys 
was there favorite vacation spot, and Orlando seemed an 
ideal location. They had done a good job at raising 
their two kids who are now grown and off to make their 
own ways in the world. It was now reward time for Rick 
and Pet, no kids, freedom to come and go as they please, 
travel, eat out, and explore new lifestyles that hadn't 
been "permitted" within a family structure. One of the 
best things they had done was plan for the future by 
making wise investments in both the stock market and 
themselves. They realized that when the time came, all 
the money in the world wouldn't make them happy if they 
weren't physically fit to reap the benefits, so they 
kept themselves in excellent shape. They had made it 
through the family years in good shape, and now they 
were ready to take on the world with a bright, fresh new 
attitude and bodies to match.

Rick was a fit as a man could be, healthy, strong, and 
with the enthusiasm of a twenty year old which belied 
his actual age of fifty. Pet had more than kept pace 
through constant exercise and an active lifestyle. Not a 
person in their right mind would guess her actual age, 
but everyone would peg her to be in her thirties. Her 
5'4" 115 lb. frame was merely the vessel that was 
adorned with pixy blond hair, green eyes, slim waist and 
breasts that still defied the pencil test. Together, 
they were a match made in heaven and kept intact through 
their own care and respect. The most unique thing one 
might say of the pair is that they never grew up, which 
is a quality that every one envied.

In recent years when the kids were weaning themselves 
from the nest, more and more time became available for 
Pet to work on herself, and to discover her own many 
moods, adult likes and dislikes, and tastes for 
adventure. She had been a mother, housewife, and 
respected long time employee of the state mental health 
system as a teacher, and her plans for semi-retirement 
were working out nicely. Rick had always wanted a boat, 
but was still working towards his early retirement, and 
Pet had always wanted a cottage. Since Pet was now free 
of the constant presence of kids, they made the most 
logical choice of what they would get first. Pet got her 
beach house, but at least it was on the water where Rick 
could dream about his perfect boat. Although they 
settled in central Florida, the beach house would allow 
them a perfect escape whenever they wanted, and the best 
part was that they could get away to a place where 
virtually nobody knew them.

Pet had quit teaching and planned on taking the 
challenge of writing novelettes for women's magazines. 
She was quite good at it, since she slanted her work to 
the largely forbidden side of women's fantasies of 
sexual encounters. She thought to herself, "Why not? 
We've got a new life, new beach house, and are making a 
new set of friends. I can be any one that I want to 
these people, so why not live a fantasy life?" Her 
exposure to frequent counseling material allowed her to 
amass a huge resource of insight into the male point of 
view, and most often, the viewpoint centered on the 
aggressive male psyche. Pet made her relatively boring 
job exciting by allowing her mind to play fantasy games 
with the various patient cases, gathering material for 
her stories, and lacing the story line with an unusual 
blend of male and female perspectives. Her writing 
success came from the fact that her stories were so real 
and life like. The reader had a hard time believing that 
this was fiction, and usually wound up preferring to get 
lost in imagining that the stories were real.

Pet noticed that part of her success was in allowing 
herself to imagine that the events included her as the 
heroin, and Rick as the hero. There was plenty of 
material available to conjure up villains, and so the 
material flowed onto paper, fed by the floodgates of her 
mind that was only starting to realize its potential for 
excitement. The stories began in romance style, but soon 
she found herself fantasizing about more adventurous 
situations. Not only did her writing heat up the page, 
but it also fanned her own feminine flames, making her 
become more adventurous in her own life. She always had 
to test the concept before she accepted it as 
believable. Slowly but surely, Pet began dressing more 
daringly as she recognized that men really do drool over 
the feminine form. "Not bad," she thought to herself 
when she started borrowing and wearing some of her 
daughters' clothing. Not only did it fit, but she 
discovered that she still had the stuff that dreams are 
made of, and, so, her own wardrobe began changing to 
shorter skirts, tighter fitting tops, and lower cut 
necklines. Her well tanned legs proved so enticing that 
she just had to wear more heels to show them off, 
especially when no nylons were needed to smooth the 
shape. As her dressing games continued, Pet's 
imagination drifted back to the sixties days of free 
love and body freedom. Soon she dared to go braless 
under her knit tops, making her clearly visible hard 
nipples a focal point for men in the malls. So enamored 
was she by the effect, that she took the plunge and even 
went sans underwear altogether, and felt the freedom of 
air flowing over her uncovered pussy as she ventured out 
on her daily routine. Her transformation was underway, 
and it was all her own doing, all part of that second 
childhood. 

Rick was by no means left out of the picture. On the 
contrary, Pet's love making was getting increasingly 
active and adventuresome, and Rick started to rediscover 
some of those things men bury away deep inside while 
raising a family. Things like taking pride in being in 
shape, making new friends, trying a few new sports, game 
playing in bed, and, as Pet would say, "just plain 
looking good." Rick and Pet began talking more in bed 
now that they had the house to themselves, and it was 
just like the early years when they were finding out 
more about each other. Only this time, a lot of that 
process involved digging into what turned each other on, 
and talking about fantasies. Pet loved to have Rick talk 
to her, setting the mood, then conjure up some totally 
untrue, but wildly stimulating story that involved some 
sexy scenario. Rick found that the more daring he 
became, the faster Pet would lose control and the more 
aggressive and open she became. 

The couple grew together, expanding their horizons, and 
becoming richer for the experience. Pet's novelettes 
took on a new slant toward lovemaking, one which women 
found fascinating. Rick never read Pet's material, since 
it was all mushy romance, but little did he know that 
she began to intertwine Rick's fantasies into her own 
stories. They would feed each other's fire by pushing 
the edge just a little more each time in order to find 
something new. Fantasies about exposure led to Pet 
adding the details of where and when. Stories about Pet 
being put up as a bet at a poker game only had Pet 
asking how many guys were involved. And when Rick teased 
her with the fantasy of hosting a party where she 
demonstrated adult toys, and being made to explain the 
finer points of using a life like dildo, Pet looked him 
in the eye and asked, "what color?" Now that was a 
concept that neither had ever considered, since their 
Christian upbringing had clearly labeled that as an 
ultimate taboo. However, taboo or not, there was 
something that broke new ground, and Pet didn't even 
know why it slipped past her lips. The body rush they 
both experienced drove them to quick simultaneous orgasm 
that night, and the subject was dropped, but not 
forgotten. 

Pet liked the games and fantasies, and even dared to 
think about trying to live out some of the milder 
scenarios, but was afraid for her safety. One of the 
most treasured things in her life at that time was her 
best new friend, Kathryn, who she used as a confidant, 
sounding board, and close female companion. Kat (as she 
preferred to be called) was slightly younger than Pet 
and had a similar shape and dark hair cut shoulder 
length. They had met while working in different sectors 
of the state correctional system, where Pet did some 
research on psychology profiles for her stories, and Kat 
worked at the administration office of the prison only a 
few miles from their homes. One might say that Pet 
investigated their minds, while Kat took care of the 
inmates' physical needs. Having to gain access to files 
caused them to spend quite a bit of time together, 
causing the relationship to grow, and, as neighbors, 
they became very good friends.

Kat was always encouraging Pet to try new things, and 
would always read every line of Pet's writing, offering 
her opinion and sharing new twists. There was something 
slightly mysterious about Kat and her husband, John, 
something like a hidden secret of sorts that Pet kept 
pushing to discover. Nevertheless, Pet enjoyed Kat's 
company, and together they would spend their days 
shopping, planning social events, reading, cooking, and 
even dressing each other as bare as they dared before 
venturing out. It became one of their little games that 
had no end to risk and reward from the stares they got 
from strangers, and the fire in bed after words. One 
thing that Kat did enjoy was reading Pet's stories, and 
together they combined their womanly fantasies to create 
the perfect subplots. All too often the two acted more 
like teenagers, feeding off wild imaginations and 
providing support that their devilish thoughts were 
really okay.

Kat's schedule was cut back at the prison, but she was 
allowed to stay on if she was willing to accept working 
half shifts. Actually, this was perfect, because it gave 
her more time to spend at home and with her friend. She 
adjusted her schedule such that she came over on a daily 
basis to spend the first few hours with Pet until she 
had to report to work. Being the outdoor sun worshiper 
that she was, Pet preferred working outside on their 
private patio that surrounded the pool. Their house 
curved around the pool in a U shape, thereby creating a 
quiet and very private environment in which to work. In 
fact, it was so private and relaxed that Pet and Kat 
teased each other about being too modest, and one day 
decided to go topless, which eventually turned into a 
common practice. When Rick left for work each morning, 
Pet would simply leave the side door unlocked so that 
Kat could arrive at her leisure, and enter the house 
without disturbing Pet's writing out back. On one 
particular day, Pet decided to go one step further, and 
when Kat arrived, she found her friend working away at 
her laptop, sitting nude at the patio table. 

"My, aren't we being a little risqu‚ today?" Kat spoke 
as she carried her coffee to join her friend. 

Pet just blushed slightly as she responded, "I...I guess 
I was just feeling...well, you know..."

"Don't worry. I was wondering when you'd get around to 
being totally comfortable," Kat broke in as she placed 
her coffee on the table and proceeded to strip. In 
seconds, both women were talking about how good it felt 
to feel the breeze on their skin, and kicked themselves 
for not having tried this sooner. Pet's body was rushing 
as she couldn't seem to stop chattering about her 
excitement and this feeling. That day, no writing got 
done, but a lot of talking was accomplished, and another 
door was opened in Pet's life.

As summer approached in earnest and the days wore on, 
the woman spent all their days naked on the patio, each 
cultivating some of Florida's best overall tans. The two 
talked and even made a bet on when their husbands would 
notice, each selecting a date and time of the actual 
time when one of them would mention the lack of tan 
lines. However, Kat insisted that they make the bet 
worthwhile by wagering something wild, something that 
would qualify as pushing their sexual envelopes. 

Pet began, "Ok, I know. If I win, you have to invite 
Rick and I over for a barbeque and hot tub, and you have 
to convince us all to go nude by you stripping first, 
then enticing us to join. I've always wanted to see what 
John has between his legs, since you are always bragging 
about getting stuffed." Pet laughed at her 
inventiveness, and dared her friend to one up her.

Kat blushed at the thought and was getting hotter as she 
strained to come up with one better. Then suddenly she 
retorted, "You're on! If I win, then you and I are going 
to spend one full day at either Paradise Lakes or Lake 
Como, and you pay for both our memberships. Take your 
choice."

"You mean the nudist resorts?" Pet exclaimed 
unbelievably.

"Yup! That's the game. You're not chicken are you?"

"No, but...."

"Oh come on! It would be fun. And besides, I always 
wanted to see what a lot of men have swinging between 
their legs, not just Rick."

The two women took a deep breath, clinked their glasses 
of iced tea and agreed on the bet. Both wondered what 
they just did, but neither could contain their 
excitement. Just in case, they both agreed that they 
should do just a little net surfing to find out more 
about the American Association for Nude Recreation.

~~

It took a scant seven days for the white patches to fill 
in, and it was John who confronted Kat with the question 
of how she acquired the overall tan. He more than 
approved, especially when she told him about lying about 
with Pet in the altogether. Their evening turned out to 
be most fulfilling, at least it was for Kat, who was on 
the receiving end of three loads. After only three hours 
of sleep, they were both bright eyed and bushy tailed. 
Kat couldn't wait to tell Pet, and John couldn't stop 
thinking about where she was going when she left the 
house. 

"I win!" Kat announced cheerfully as she bounced onto 
her friend's patio having already shed her clothes 
inside. "Last night at exactly 9pm the question was 
popped, and after that, things just kept popping all 
night." She was obviously proud of her accomplishment.

"No fair!" Pet shrieked in surprise, "Rick's been out of 
town for three days, so I didn't stand a chance."

"Not my problem, honey. A bet's a bet, and you have to 
pay up." There was a brief moment of silence when both 
women contemplated what paying up really entailed. They 
looked at each other, blushing with the prospect of what 
was to come next.

Pet spoke first, "Paradise Lakes," she started. "You 
wanted me to make a choice, so I choose Paradise Lakes 
next Tuesday. I figure that in the middle of the week we 
won't run into anyone we could know, so we'll make a day 
of it." Her tone was defiant, not wanting to show a lack 
of spunk.

"Tuesday it is. Our excuse will be a shopping trip to 
Tampa," Kat responded. "Let's see, we have to make plans 
on who's driving, what stuff to bring, what to w... Oh 
my gosh! I almost said what to wear!" and the two 
laughed, a good antidote to their nervousness. "By the 
way, don't feel so bad about losing the bet."

"Why not? I did kind of fancy seeing John with his 
defenses down, so to speak," Pet queried.

"That's just it. So does he, in reverse. When I told him 
how I got my tan, I had to include you in the picture, 
and you wouldn't believe what I read in his thought 
bubble. Needless to say, that wasn't the only thing that 
bubbled up last night, so I suspect that we may 
eventually both turn out to be winners. What do you 
think?" Kat said slyly.

"I think that I have a very devious friend with a very 
dirty little imagination. I also think that she's my 
best friend!" Pet said with affection. And so, once 
again, the day was spent in preparation for their payoff 
adventure, wondering about etiquette, and working on 
deepening those all too wicked tans.

~~

Pet's pussy was literally twitching by the time Rick 
arrived home the next day. She couldn't understand why 
her body was reacting the way it was, since she was the 
creator of literary eroticism on a daily basis. The fact 
is that her pussy had been dripping all day, and her 
nipples were in a constant state of firmness, sticking 
out like fresh new pencil erasers. Kat notice it too, 
and even teased Pet about the wet spot on the chaise and 
the pearls of moisture on her trimmed pussy hair. By 
now, the pair was able to talk openly about most 
anything, and kidding of this kind was just part of the 
daily interaction.

Rick noticed that Pet was more attentive than normal 
when he arrived home. Not only did she have a special 
meal made, but she had made preparations for a romantic 
evening complete with music, martinis, and silk kimonos 
for both of them. Pet allowed him to shower and slip 
into the robe before handing him a drink and settling on 
the couch nearby. She sat cross legged, and allowed her 
robe to part seductively in the middle.

"So, what's the occasion?" Rick asked suspiciously. "I 
mean, I have no complaints, but it seems you get sexier 
every day."

"I'll take that as a compliment," said Pet. "I just got 
excited thinking about you today, and decided that games 
should be a more important part of our lives. Don't you 
think?"

"I'll drink to that," cheered Rick, and they raised 
their glasses to toast the rich partnership that 
everyone else envied. After more idle chatter, and 
pouring the second martini, they were getting loose from 
the affect of the drink, and Rick playfully asked, "Well 
now, since games are to be more a part of our lives, 
what did my little playmate have in mind?"

Pet sat Indian style and looked toward the patio where 
the oil lamp and soft lights cast a warm glow on their 
private paradise. Rick turned to see what she was 
watching as he heard her say, "Oh, I just thought you'd 
enjoy dinner on the patio," and before he could respond, 
she added, "in the nude."

A broad grin swept across Rick's face as he fumbled with 
a napkin to mop up the martini that he just spilled in 
excitement. A moment later he was following his vixen 
through the sliding doors as she walked barefoot in 
front of him. As she walked, she undid the sash on her 
kimono, allowing it to open completely in front. Then, 
after putting her drink on the table, she turned to face 
her husband, and slid off her robe in one silky motion. 
Rick took her lead and began shedding his rob as well, 
all the while squinting at Pet's lithe form in the dusky 
light.

"What's the matter?" Pet asked standing seductively with 
her hips cocked.

"Nothing.....well, actually, you look....you look really 
beautiful! I mean, I could swear you ....."

Cutting him off in mid-sentence, she held her hands 
palms up to the side displaying herself saying, "You 
like?"

Rick stared silently for several moments, almost unable 
to speak. Then the wide grin came sweeping back as he 
approached her and ran the back of his fingers gently 
over the soft brown skin of her breast. "Tell me, how 
many times can a man fall in lust with his own wife over 
and over again?"

"Can't say," Pet responded as their eyes locked, "but I 
intend for you to O.D. on the addiction, and I'm going 
to be your supplier!"

Her words had the intended affect, and she fell into 
Rick's arms as he lifted her off to the sliding doors 
leading to the bedroom. He couldn't keep his hands off 
her smooth body, feeling every inch of femininity, 
exploring her exposure fold by fold and crevice by 
crevice. Rick took command, and Pet melted at the 
attention, responsive to his strength. She submitted to 
every subtle motion and they danced horizontally, 
entwining in their endless supply of passion. Rick 
couldn't wait to taste every fold of Pet's body, as he 
began his head to toe feast. Pet responded by giving 
loving attention to his manhood, enveloping his cock 
with her soft mouth, and coaxing his sperm from the 
balls dangling in front of her face. Her lover gave 
equally passionate attention to her pussy, starting with 
her thighs, then working around until his tongue touched 
the tip of her clit. Darting in and out, up one side and 
down the other between the folds, he brought her up and 
down that hill of satisfaction. Each time a little 
further up, but never over. He was mirroring the effect 
he was feeling as his balls ached in search of final 
release.

Pet had lost control like an animal, like a love slave 
who wanted to know how she could give even more to her 
master, and, in her abandon said, "what do you want? How 
can I please my man?"

As Pet went back to sucking on Rick's rock hard cock, 
she heard him respond, "Shave! I want to see a baby 
smooth pussy tanned like the rest of you!" Rick didn't 
plan to say it, he just reacted. Pet didn't plan to hear 
it, and reacted in return. They both exploded at the 
same time, Rick gushing down her throat with three day's 
worth of cum, and Pet splashing his face showing her 
excitement at the image. Their trips over the hill were 
violent, and while Pet drank the hot spunk, she sucked 
for more, completely draining his balls of their last 
drop. Rick reveled in washing his face between Pet's 
legs, tasting her free flowing juice, and lapping up 
every ounce of fluid that she produced.

They lay in the afterglow, totally wrapped up in their 
sex, and marveling at the never-ending source of passion 
that they felt for each other. 

"Promise me that you'll never stop inventing new games," 
Rick said as he drifted off.

The next morning, the razor had its workout before Rick 
awoke, and Pet prepared to face the day... this time, 
totally and completely nude.




Pet Project
(chapter 2)


You would think it was a scene out of the movie Thelma 
and Louise the way the two were racing down the road, 
jabbering up a storm. Night was closing in as Pet and 
Kat made their way home from Paradise Lakes, but their 
excitement kept them wide awake, comparing notes in a 
constant stream of talking and laughter. They couldn't 
believe that they actually had done it, but now it was 
over, and the thrill was more than expected. Hesitation 
and several moments of almost turning back filled their 
morning. However, the rest of the day was entirely 
different as the women couldn't contain their enthusiasm 
of finding a whole new world of recreation and 
discovery. 

The reason that Kat brought it up in the first place was 
that John had been suggesting for years that they visit 
one of the many nudist resorts in the area, but she had 
always resisted. After years of badgering, Kat had taken 
to giving the excuse that if she ever did such a thing, 
she would only do it in the company of a close female 
friend. After the other night when she told her husband 
the story of how she got her all over tan, she included 
details of the bet she made with Pet. John was all over 
that idea like a duck on a June Bug, and congratulated 
her for her ingenuity. Of course, he only wished that he 
could go along, but he figured that it was a step in the 
right direction, and, if she felt comfortable with a 
friend, then she just might like it. And, if she liked 
it, then the next trip would be as a couple, and the end 
justified the means.

As it turned out, the women were not only comfortable, 
but they were thrilled. They didn't know they could feel 
that secure, that open, and that free being nude in 
front of strangers, but, as first timers, they were paid 
extra attention by the staff. Shortly after arriving at 
the gate and explaining that it was their first visit, 
they were directed to the main office where they were 
met by a lovely lady about their own age, sans clothing. 
She was so bright and cheerful that their inhibitions 
melted when she suggested they get comfortable by 
disrobing before she gave them a guided tour. Their 
hostess was thoughtful enough to fill them in on basic 
etiquette such as always sit on your own towel, and just 
don't do anything that you wouldn't want done in return. 
It was that simple. 

The formula seemed to work without a flaw, and they 
toured the property, seeing the facilities, and learning 
about nude recreation. They saw families and singles, 
lakes and pools, condos and campers, bars and 
restaurants, and even the various shops available. Now 
this was not what everyone thinks of as a nudist colony. 
They didn't see any colonists, they saw resort guests. 
Everyone was doing what normal resort guests did, the 
only difference being that everyone was naked. After 
completing the tour and being left on their own, Kat and 
Pet chose to take advantage of a paddleboat to take a 
trip around the lake. The feeling of leaving their 
belongings and clothes locked in their car while they 
paddled hundreds of yards away nude and helpless was 
shocking and incredible. On the other hand, it was 
totally thrilling. 

After passing others on the lake and waving their 
greetings, they returned to shore and took up residence 
by the crystal perfect pool. By now the heat of the day 
and exposure to the sun prompted the need for a drink, 
which they obtained from the adjacent bar. Everyone was 
so friendly and courteous that they wondered why they 
held such inhibitions for all their years. Shortly after 
noon, they wandered over to the snack bar where they 
bought sandwiches and cups of wine before settling at a 
nearby table. Their quest for seeing naked men was 
fulfilled, but the hype wasn't there. That is, until 
their table was almost knock over by a man carrying 
musical equipment to be set up for evening's 
entertainment. The club had hired a band to play during 
their "Caribbean Nights" week, and they procured the 
services of a steel drum band. 

The man apologized profusely, brought his load to its 
intended location, and then returned insisting on 
replacing the drinks that he had spilled. The women 
graciously accepted, and sat back collectively drawing 
in their breadth while the man pulled up a stool from 
the nearby bar, fetched drinks for the three of them, 
and introduced himself. He was young, sat on the stool 
with left foot on the ground and right on a rail of the 
stool. His skin was glistening in the bright sun, and 
was black as the ace of spades. His posture didn't go 
unnoticed, since it caused his thick oversized dick to 
droop enticingly flanked by two smooth black balls. If 
one could read the women's thought bubbles, well.... 
they wouldn't have been thinking about suntan lotion. 
The man seemed nice enough, and they became quite 
comfortable having the conversation. 
An interesting tidbit was that Pet, in her excitement to 
please Rick, hadn't made the connection between shaving 
her pussy and spending the day at the nudist resort. By 
the time it dawned on her that she was truly naked from 
the neck down, she was already walking around the 
property with their hostess. Fortunately, she discovered 
that many other women also shaved (or at least were 
closely cropped), and her appearance was more of a 
personal grooming choice than anything else. Even though 
Pet knew she was accepted this way, she couldn't shake 
the feeling of being more exposed than Kat. As she sat 
talking with their new friend, Pet felt herself being 
not only verbally interrogated about who she was, but 
she also began to feel the same thing visually. Trying 
desperately to hide her glances at the piece of man meat 
in front of her at eye level, she occasionally caught 
the man stealing a glance at her breasts and pussy. Now, 
this is a totally normal thing at a place like this, but 
it gave Pet a sense of attractiveness in a new and 
strange way. Several times she dared to spread her legs 
slightly as she sat awkwardly in the chair, and noticed 
that it solicited a quick glance from the man. Then, 
boldly, she turned her chair to face the man, feigning 
an interest in the conversation, and folded one leg 
underneath her at the same time. The effect was to open 
her crotch and pussy lips, totally exposing herself to 
the stranger with a clear view. Like a moth to the 
flame, the man's eyes locked on target as she had 
planned. She felt wild with attention, fraught with a 
sense of naughtiness, but, at the same time, like a 
cock-tease in total control. Pet could swear she noticed 
the man's dick twitch, but she dare not confirm it with 
a long stare.

Kat noticed the game that Pet was playing, and giggled 
while making some totally innocuous remark. It really 
didn't matter, for the conversation continued along the 
same lines without really being heard. Pet snapped out 
of her revere when she heard Kat saying, "Ok. Are we all 
on the same side?" Kat had just agreed to a game of the 
nudist national sport - volleyball. Only, this game was 
to have a twist, and be played in the lake. The resort 
had surrounded a portion of the lake with a floating 
dock, and installed an alligator fence around the 
perimeter to keep out the unfriendly critters. The area 
was double-checked to make sure, and about 15 to twenty 
people took to the water. The women had oiled up, and 
joined in the play. The lake bottom provided varying 
water depth, so they stood anywhere from just below 
their breasts to just below their pussies in water. It 
didn't really matter, for they were having such a 
delightful time with the non-serious competition that 
they hardly noticed each other. Occasional glances added 
to the spice when wet bodies bounced and jiggled, and 
breasts as well as cocks flopped about in efforts to get 
the ball. The two felt totally decadent and totally 
young at the same time, an odd mix that defies 
description.

The entire day had been filled with similar experiences, 
even the occasion to purchase a few items from the 
lingerie shop on premises. The store was owned by a 
couple of women who specialized in coverings that 
enhanced the wearer's exposure. Now go figure! At any 
rate, by the time they approached home, they were making 
plans on returning with or without their husbands. They 
were also planning on making their whole bet a win-win 
situation by arranging that barbecue and hot tub get 
together for the next weekend. 

~~

By the time the weekend rolled around, everyone knew 
what to expect except Rick. He was busy being happy with 
Pet's new look, and seemed to be in a perpetual state of 
arousal. Things were going so well, in fact, that Pet 
decided that she was having fun stringing Rick along 
with her sexual games, and she had a well planned agenda 
when she would feed him more information to keep the 
spice alive and to manage their sexual growth. She liked 
that idea, and felt that it was the female 
responsibility to control that area of the marriage, and 
so far she had been quite successful. Her writing was 
selling briskly, and her personal adventures were met 
with wholehearted acceptance and encouragement. Now for 
the next step.

When Pet and Rick arrived, they found Kat and John 
busily working on preparing the meal. Kat and Pet stayed 
in the kitchen, while Rick and John spent their time 
preparing the fire. Margaritas were the chosen drink of 
the day, and they were blended by the gallon. After two 
drinks apiece, the couples started feeling the effects, 
which were enhanced by the unusual heat of the day. Even 
though evening was taking over, the warmth prompted Kat 
to make the suggestion.

"I don't know about the rest of you, but I could do with 
a little less modesty and change into something more 
comfortable. How about it, Pet?"

Pet responded that they didn't bring any other clothing, 
to which Kat said that she had an extra bikini that Pet 
could borrow, and that Rick and John would probably be 
fine in just their shorts. So as the women raced into 
the bedroom to change, the men removed their shirts and 
sandals, and waited on the edge of the pool. When the 
girls returned, they each had on a string bikini, thong 
style. They paraded along the pool, making sure the guys 
got a good look at their tanned buns, and slipped down 
the stairs of the pool into the water. 

"Well, which one of you gentlemen will fetch us some 
more to drink?" Pet asked. Neither of the men wanted to 
get up because of their obvious boners, but John finally 
volunteered.

"Not as big," Pet said to Kat.

"Definitely not. Color and texture are different too," 
Kat replied smirking.

"Well, you'll just have to prove it to me."

"That was the idea, after a little preparation."

"What are you two talking about?" asked Rick. "You'd 
think you were in a world of your own."

"Of course we are, but we plan on sharing," said Pet, 
and with that, the two women, each taking one of Rick's 
arms, pulled him forward into the pool. John approached 
with the drinks, placed them on the pool's edge, and 
said, "Oh, what the hell. I might as well join the 
party." It wasn't quite a cannon ball, but he did make 
quite a splash. 

The two couples cavorted about the pool, dipping and 
diving under water, and taking the opportunity to cop a 
feel of their counterpart's wet body. The play was all 
innocent enough, but it afforded plenty of opportunity 
for hands to slip, and for the occasional grab to be 
intentionally misplaced. The games were fueled by 
continuous drinking, which made the blood carry the 
calming effects of the alcohol more rapidly through the 
system. Sure enough, the guys got the idea of throwing 
the wives into the air like they would with a child, 
only this time it had an unexpected result. As she 
landed in a backward dive, Pet was the first to have her 
bikini top float to the surface. Intentionally not being 
fast enough to retrieve the top, John grabbed the top 
and flung it all the way to the house. 

"Not fair!" cried Rick, who immediately started untying 
Kat's top. "If my wife goes topless, then so does 
yours," he continued as he removed her top without 
resistance, and flung out of the pool. 

The wives smiled and teased Rick and John with their 
half nakedness saying, "that's just like men, always 
doing half a job!" The race was on as the women sprinted 
away from their husbands, full knowing what should come 
next. The challenged men looked at each other, and with 
courage from the drinks, took off after the wives. They 
decided to team up, and cornered Kat first. Seconds 
later, her bikini bottom joined her top near the house, 
and she was left swimming nude. Triumphantly, the men 
pursued the next target, and chased Pet until she caught 
them. Struggling only enough to make sure John was the 
one to hold her from behind, grabbing the only two 
handles on her front, she almost helped Rick in his 
efforts to strip her of her bottoms. Now the two ladies 
were naked, and ready for their turn.

Without so much as a stop to catch their breadth, Pet 
shouted, "turn about is fair play," and the female team 
set upon Rick. Impaired by the drinks, his attempt to 
escape only aided the girl's efforts to strip his shorts 
and fling them from the pool. Turning like a pack of 
huntresses, they went after John next, who had no desire 
to be the only one with clothes, and by the time they 
reached him, he tossed his own shorts out of the water.

The two couples now swam naked in the refreshing water, 
cuddling and cavorting in their newfound freedom. The 
men's eyes strained to see the forbidden territory of 
their friend's wife, and the wives made no effort to 
hide their interest in their neighbor's manhood. The two 
women even joked about showing off their husband's 
equipment to each other, then traded teases by showing 
off themselves. The feeling was truly good, and the only 
question out of every one's mouth was to ask why they 
hadn't done this before. The wives had preplanned it 
all, but they were far from done. The drinks had done 
their magic in relaxing the mind and easing the tension, 
so the plan was working. There was one more promise that 
the wives had made to each other, and was yet to be 
fulfilled. 

"C'mon, Rick, you can help with the drinks," said Kat as 
she seductively climbed the stairs from the pool holding 
Rick's hand. He followed obediently, and the two naked 
figures strolled to the bar leaving the other two in the 
water. Kat took every opportunity to brush against 
Rick's cock, and it grew to half-mast in appreciation of 
the attention. Pet and Kat had intentionally left the 
ice bucket mostly empty, which played nicely into their 
plans.

"Oh, shoot! We're out of ice," said Kat loud enough for 
all to hear.

Pet, who was sitting next to John on the pool stairs, 
took the cue as she spoke without removing her hand from 
John's thigh under water, "Rick, honey, do us a favor. 
Race home and grab our ice tray from the 
fridge.....please." Her tone was innocent, pleading, and 
said with an irresistible pout. "And while you're there, 
grab some dry clothes for us. Okay?" How could he 
resist? In a daze of excitement, he slithered into his 
wet shorts and promised to be back in a flash. 

Rick no sooner closed the door before Kat had eased 
herself back into the water on the opposite side of her 
husband, and set the refreshed, very strong drinks along 
side the trio. The devilish look in the women's eyes 
told John that something was up, and that fact was 
confirmed when Pet eased her hand over his cock. What 
was a moment ago semi-rigid now sprang to life with 
pulses of blood coursing through the bulging veins. John 
couldn't believe that his neighbor was caressing his 
shaft in full view of Kat, but nothing was said as the 
two women began their work. Pet let go for a moment and 
stood straight up next to John. With her tanned bare 
pussy only inches from his eyes, she spread out a towel 
on the pool's edge, and invited him to join her sitting 
on the side. As he did, Kat followed by swinging his 
legs out of the water, and, with Pet's help, had her 
husband on his back with stiff cock pointing to the sky. 
John's look of questioning was answered with Kat's kiss, 
then smothering his face with a taste of tit. As he 
eagerly sucked in the tiny nipple, he felt a pair of 
lips engulfing his penis. Warm and moist, Pet's mouth 
descended on John's meat, and the sensation of having 
his member sucked by his neighbor's wife while his own 
wife helped was mind boggling. 

"Just relax and enjoy," he heard Kat's soft voice say. 
His moan and closed eyes were her only answer as he 
drifted off to his fantasy world. Kat watched as Pet's 
head bobbed up and down slowly on the new white meat, 
laving it with saliva, and bringing it to a hardness 
that he hadn't known for a long time. It wasn't the 
sensation as much as it was the newness. Some one 
unknown, some one once forbidden from longing stares was 
now sucking his cock, and in full view and approval of 
the one who would forbid it. He mouthed Kat's tit 
lovingly, and sucked in her pre-milk like never before. 
She could tell that he was totally under their control, 
and that she was giving him the gift of pure love and 
pure trust.

Only moments passed when Pet's head seemed to rotate and 
Kat's tit was removed. In it's place, Pet slowly lowered 
her hairless slit to meet his lips, and her juices 
flowed in anticipation of being eaten. Another loud moan 
and both Pet and John were excitedly feeding on each 
other's genitals in a passionate sixty-nine. Kat leaned 
back, stroking all she could of both bodies, feeling 
both tits and balls as she watched the decadent show. 
She knew that in moments her best friend would be 
tasting her husband's seed, as it was pumped fresh from 
his balls to her awaiting mouth. There was fire in Pet's 
body as she pressed her pussy lips to John's tongue. She 
desperately wanted to be eaten by a strange man, and her 
wish was coming true. Her body writhed in pleasure, and 
she worked her creamy smooth thighs around John's ears, 
crushing her clitoris against his teeth, gums or 
anything he wished to use on her.

It was a sight made in heaven as the menage a trois 
continued. The first time always seems the best, or at 
least the most uncontrollable. Within moments, Pet began 
to whimper with excitement. Louder and louder, faster 
and faster until both she and her lover exploded 
simultaneously. Electric shocks pierced her body causing 
it to stiffen and shake in orgasm at the very moment 
that she felt the first burst of hot semen hit her 
throat. John's balls pumped like they never had before, 
and it seemed that he wanted his seed to shoot clear to 
her womb by way of her mouth. Pet was unique in her own 
way, for as John pumped his hot seed in her mouth, she 
let go with a gush of cum all her own. Some women are 
known to squirt, and Pet is one of them. Her feminine 
juices flooded John's mouth, pouring over his surprised 
tongue and filling his mouth. The taste was incredible, 
and John's shock was only surpassed by his thoughts not 
to waste a drop. Both partners sucked on the other's 
genitals for all they were worth, and were rewarded by 
flowing love juices meant solely for their moment of 
lust. Pet's head swam in realization that she had just 
blown her best friend's husband, and John reveled in the 
wickedness of performing in front of his approving wife. 

Kat was beside herself with excitement as she watched 
the two slowly descend their mountain of passion, 
followed by Pet rolling slowly to her side. John's face 
was inches from Pet's well eaten child snatch, and Pet's 
hand was still firmly grasping the base of John's cock, 
not allowing it to soften after it had spewed. The only 
answer to the scene was Kat's warm lips as she leaned to 
first kiss her husband, then to kiss her best friend. 
Her smiles said it all, that she was happy watching, and 
that she felt the warm glow of their deepened trust in 
each other. The three remained silent for a moment, 
hugging and stroking, then finally sat up to wet their 
parched mouths. Slowly, Pet and John slid into the pool 
to join Kat who had been dangling on the edge all this 
time. They returned to the stairs and sat in silence, 
taking deep gulps of the strong liquor in their hands.

"Well, that didn't take too long did it?" Rick said 
cheerfully as he burst through the sliding door. The 
three in the pool grinned widely, as Pet and John got 
nakedly out of the water and walked over to the bar. 

"Not long at all, dear," Pet said in an unusually 
cheerful tone. "Let's get these drinks chilled, and 
let's get you back out of those clothes."

Rick didn't need a second invitation, and Kat stared as 
Rick's semi-hard on sprang from his shorts. He caught 
Kat staring and said, "Sorry. I guess my mind was 
on...well, you know."

"I wouldn't expect anything less," responded Kat. "In 
fact, I expect something more."

"What?"

"Damn!" Pet interrupted before more could be said. "Now 
we're out of olives. I know you're out, Kat, but I know 
we have more at home. John, would you give Rick a break 
by being a love and going to our house for more?" She 
winked at John as she spoke, and whispered instructions 
in his ear. The message was loud and clear, and, having 
just had the first shot, he eagerly agreed saying that 
he might have trouble finding them, but wouldn't come 
back without them. This time the strong drink was made 
especially for Rick, and as John departed, the Pet and 
Rick returned to the pool for fun and games.

Moments later, the scene of sexual re-awakening was 
being repeated with Kat going down on Rick as Pet 
stroked her husband and her best friend. Rick was beside 
himself when Kat lowered her equally bare pussy onto his 
eager tongue, and fit in the exact mold that was created 
minutes before by the opposite couple. Not only were 
they swapping wives, but it was the wives doing the 
swapping and combining at the same time. Leave it to the 
women to arrange the perfect social event. Pet watched, 
dangling in the water and hanging onto the pool's edge 
as Kat had done. She thrilled in a different excitement 
as her mind, instead of her body, was filled with sights 
and sounds of passion. Her near scream signaled a second 
orgasm while she fingered herself at the scene, and the 
rush was exceeded only by the two bodies before her 
writhing in uncontrolled release. Pet could see Rick's 
cock swell, then pulse as he pumped Kat's mouth with his 
hot sperm, and she could see the juices smeared over his 
face as Kat jerked her hairless opening over his nose. 

They had all succeeded in their personal quests. Pet and 
Kat had verbalized theirs, and had fulfilled their plans 
in the most exquisite fashion. It couldn't have been 
better if they had choreographed and rehearsed the scene 
before the actual performance. For John and Rick, it was 
a dream come true, a fantasy that defied their wildest 
dreams. Well, almost their wildest, for this was only 
fuel for a growing fire. Little did the men know how 
wild their dreams could get, and little did they know 
how fearful it would be for them to become reality. 
There was much more to come, and this was only the tip 
of the iceberg. For the time being, they were dealing 
with the reality that they had just been seduced by 
their friend's wife, and, with full consent and 
encouragement of the own wife. What could be better?

"Any one for desert?" John said cheerfully as he emerged 
from the house naked, carrying an ice cream cake. "I 
couldn't find the olives, but I did find this. How about 
an after dinner drink?"

"We haven't even eaten yet," blurted Rick.

"Well, the look on Kat's face tells me that you have, my 
friend. I believe we all have." They all laughed, and 
settled around the patio table to enjoy desert. No one 
bothered to dress.




Pet Project
(chapter 3)


Pet stood in front of the mirror admiring her form. "Not 
bad! Not bad at all," she thought to herself as she 
fought off the last bit of the sleepiness with her 
second cup of coffee. It had been several weeks since 
she and Kat first sucked off each other's husbands, but 
it seemed like an eternity. So much had happened since 
then, including her period, but now she was in her prime 
time and ovulating. Rick had been gone since Wednesday 
of the previous week, and now, one week later, Pet was 
hornier than she had ever been. She was planning a 
special welcome for Rick on Friday, one that was sure to 
be spent in bed. Their love life had taken on a new 
sense of adventure, as if a door had been opened and 
beyond was a fantasy world of unknown delights.

Eager to explore a seemingly endless world of sexual 
fantasy and pleasure, Pet's attitude toward life had 
changed. She flew out of bed in the morning with 
boundless energy and exploding sexual drive. Rick was 
ecstatic with the change in her, and encouraged her 
wickedness. Pet and her friend spent every day planning, 
scheming and writing fantasy stories that the two 
created using themselves as the main characters. Not 
only did the stories she wrote sell very well, but the 
added income allowed them to spend the extra on play 
toys, videos, and even on family memberships to the 
nudist association.

After that fateful afternoon when they decided to risk 
finding out just how far their husbands might go, the 
two had arranged several follow-on meetings for the 
couples. Each dinner party was spent mostly in the nude, 
and the enormous sexual electricity proved unstoppable 
as trading spouses was always on the menu. The women had 
provided full details of their trips to the nudist 
resort, and, although Rick was unable to go because of 
travel, John did accompany the pair on one occasion and 
loved it. There was a new openness shared by all that 
was evidenced by the changes in language and topics of 
conversation. Pet would openly comment on the subtle 
differences between John and Rick's cocks, even daring 
to speculate on what other men's cocks would be like. 
Kat joined in the fantasy until the two women had the 
men wound up tighter than bow strings just from talking. 
On the other hand, Rick would tease right back with 
descriptions of taste and wetness differences between 
Kat and Pet's pussies. John would join in by tendering 
his opinion, even playfully fingering Pet while he 
spoke. 

The result was always the same as they wound up having 
great oral sex in their mutual company. However, that's 
all they managed, since the thought of actually fucking 
each other's spouse was still untried. Oh, it wasn't 
that they hadn't talked about it. Indeed, that topic of 
conversation was teasingly tossed around at every dinner 
date, and was even seriously considered in private 
between the two women. In fact, it became their next 
serious bet when Pet had teased Kat about who could make 
each other's husband come quicker with their blow jobs. 

The men didn't know that they were the subjects of a 
competition when the two wives attacked them. Starting 
with a "one, two, three, GO!" the two jumped the other's 
husbands and went to work. The men were startled by the 
voracity of the mouths on their cocks, but they didn't 
complain. Pet and Kat worked their heads off to win the 
prize of being the first to work their tails off. Some 
extra tongue action and deep throating was more than 
Rick could take, and he exploded with an unusually large 
load into Kat's awaiting mouth. She took three good 
blasts before pulling away and opening her mouth to show 
Pet and John her gooey prize. The mere sight of Rick's 
cum on Kat's tongue was more than John could take, and 
he blasted into Pet's throat with solid shots of his 
own. However, before the third pulse, Kat had already 
swallowed her creamy prize, and was reveling in the 
thought that she had won the right to fuck Rick before 
Pet would be allowed to fuck John. 

It really didn't matter who won because the two women 
had already made up their minds that they were willing 
to take the next step. The fun was in the planning and 
scheming of just how to choreograph the scene. It all 
had to be just right, and the mood had to be intense. 
They had argued about whether to do it when each other 
was present and could watch, or to arrange a private 
meeting when the partners could conduct their infidelity 
alone. Each scenario had its pluses and minuses. 
However, one thing was for sure, the stories that Pet 
submitted to the publishers had every conceivable script 
written out for the two wives' consideration, and they 
were wild with excitement.

It was a constant, but welcome challenge for the two 
women to continually come up with new story themes and 
twists. They were really getting into their work, taking 
on pen names for anonymity that allowed them entire 
freedom of thought. No one would know where these 
terribly nasty thoughts originated, no one, that is, 
except each other and their husbands. They tried to 
shock each other with new fantasies, testing the 
material on themselves before daring to release their 
scripts to the men. They were very cautious of what they 
were willing to reveal about their thoughts, and treaded 
on eggshells before getting up enough guts to open 
another aspect of personal wickedness. 

On one occasion, while searching their minds for nastier 
material, Pet slipped, "Kat, do you every think about 
that guy we met at the resort?"

"You mean the one in the band?" Kat responded.

"Yeah. The one with the big schlong."

"He was black, Pet," Kat said dismissing the thought.

"That's what I was getting at.... a big black schlong."

"Oh, Pet! You can't be serious!" Kat said slyly.

Pet had an evil look on her face as she hoped to get 
Kat's juices stirred, "Serious as a heart attack. In 
fact, I've been thinking about how it would feel to be 
stretched by a thick black dick like that. I mean, being 
a blonde housewife and all. Wouldn't that be absolutely 
the ultimate?"

Kat's flushed face gave Pet the victory she was seeking. 
She had caught Kat off guard, and was well aware that if 
she kept pushing the story line, her friend would come 
around. And come around she did, but there was still 
something mysterious about the way Kat responded. 
Something that Pet couldn't quite pinpoint.

"Well, now that you mention it, what white girl hasn't 
thought of that. I just didn't think that it ever 
crossed your mind, but, since you broke the ice, I have 
given it a nasty thought or two. Geez, Pet, I don't know 
if I want to go there. Everything we've put in our 
stories so far we've tried acting, and...."

"Yeah, but wouldn't it be a trip?"

"God, you have a nasty mind. And one I happen to love, 
but first I'm going to claim my prize as soon as your 
Rick gets home, then we can talk about new horizons. I 
can see it now, my good friend Pet Bonner sneaking 
around on her husband, getting her afternoon delights 
with a big black cock. Pet, do you really think you'd 
like getting screwed by a black guy?" Kat asked 
seriously.

Pet started to sweat as she said, "It's just a fantasy, 
Kat. And, you know what's the embarrassing part?" She 
moved closer to her friend as if not to be over heard. 
"Part of the fantasy is about being controlled....you 
know, being.....forced into it."

Kat was playing with her now, getting the answers she 
was seeking, "Girl, you've got one sick mind! I'm just 
glad you share it with me. But seriously, I know a few 
women who have tried it, and they say that they're 
hooked. They not only get a rush from the contrast, but 
they say it's the stretching. They say a black dick gets 
so fat when it swells that it's almost like having a 
baby without the pain." 

"Really? You know someone who has a black lover?" asked 
Pet excitedly. "Does their husband know?"

Kat answered, "Yeah, really. I shouldn't be telling you 
this, but several women have confided in me that they 
have a couple of guys that service them on a regular 
basis. And what's funny is that their husbands encourage 
it. They enjoy jacking off while either watching their 
wives getting fucked by these guys, or they get off 
hearing about their wives secret meetings while they're 
at work. Some even make the arrangements for their wives 
to go out on dates with their lovers, then pick them up 
afterwards after they'd been freshly fucked."

"God, Kat, and I thought I was the only one who even 
dreamed this stuff. This is great material for some 
stories." Then Pet got a devilish look on her face, "You 
know that I like to try out what I put in my stories, 
but I can't imagine taking the first step. I'm sitting 
here getting soaked just imagining Rick wanting to watch 
me like that. I don't know if I'd love him or hate him 
for it...no, actually I do know..." Pet bit her lip and 
said, "I'd love him for it."

They laughed and agreed to first things first. Kat had 
won the bet, and she did get first crack at full-blown 
infidelity, but Pet's mind wasn't stopping with John. 
She knew to herself that it was only a step on their 
long journey. She just didn't know how far, and in which 
direction that journey would lead, but she was going 
along for the ride because it felt good there in first 
class.

~~

Pet liked the image she saw in the mirror, and she liked 
the effect her new life was having on her mind and body. 
She was convinced that the two went hand in hand, and 
that the results in the reflection were a sign that life 
was extremely good. The weeks of nude sunbathing and 
tips to the resort yielded a smooth flawless tan from 
head to toe. Not a white line broke the continuity of 
brown, not even on her well-formed nipples or her smooth 
hairless pussy. Both she and Kat found that they 
attracted extra attention by keeping their pussies 
shaved, and they loved catching people staring at their 
most private possessions. Pet's pussy was particularly 
fascinating, since having several children, the spread 
between her thighs was at least two full fingers of 
space. She stood with an open invitation to the treasure 
of moist inner lips and protruding clitoris, which often 
gave away her true feelings by becoming as stiff as a 
miniature penis. The audacity of standing in front of a 
strange man dangling her hard clit from a bare snatch 
was a game that sent chills coursing through her body, 
and kept her charged with wicked excitement. She was 
becoming bolder and bolder, not only thinking of wilder 
things that could happen in her life, but also secretly 
wishing they would come true against her will.

Pet was becoming wet just thinking about the 
possibilities, as she prepared to shower down before her 
friend arrived for their daily chat and fantasy session. 
She left the door unlocked for Kat as she did every day, 
and, just before closing the shower door, she heard the 
front door close.

"I won't be a minute, Kat," Pet shouted toward the 
living room. "I got the pictures developed from 
Saturday, and they're on the counter. Join you in a 
flash." There was no answer, but it didn't register as 
Pet's mind was on other things. She got into the shower 
and proceeded to lose herself in the warm soapy water. 

Ten minutes later, Pet was blow-dried, made up, and 
ready to meet Kat for another day of writing and girl 
scheming. By now it was automatic for Kat to come in, 
disrobe, and wait for Pet on the patio with a cup of 
coffee. Pet never bothered to dress, spending most of 
the time nude, especially when Rick was out of town, and 
today was typical. She strolled down the hall, stopping 
in the kitchen to pour herself a cup as she always did 
then proceeded to the patio. 

"I was thinking about starting on our black theme...." 
Pet said absent mindedly as she slid the screen half 
open before stopping in her tracks. The huge black man 
sitting at the table under the umbrella had been 
shuffling through the photos before turning to meet 
Pet's gaze. 

"Pretty hot pictures you got here," the man said with a 
broad smile, his white teeth contrasting with his jet-
black skin. Pet froze as her cup shattered on the floor. 
As the man rose from the chair, his frame stretched to 
over six feet. Pet could only look up for a split 
second, then, remembering that she was stark naked in 
front of the intruder, she began to back up only to have 
another large black man stop her progress from behind. 
She turned in fright, totally in shock and trying 
desperately to hide her body from the piercing eyes of 
the two black men. 

"Ooooooweeeee! I do believe we hit the jackpot," said 
the man between her and the door. "Wait till Darden sees 
what we found."

"What.... oh, God..... what...." Pet's voice cracked in 
hysteria.

"What are we doing here? Is that what you want to say?" 
said the first man who was now approaching her.

"Ye..yess" she managed.

"Come on now, Missy. You look like an intelligent, if 
not well built woman," said the man dressed in an orange 
jump suit. He approached Pet who was cowering and trying 
to cover three spots with only two hands. "I'll give you 
ten seconds to get a clue," he continued.

Pet immediately focused on the orange jump suits, and 
quickly surmised that they were prisoners from a work 
detail near the state prison. "Ok, so you're from the 
prison," she said quivering.

"Very good! What else do you see?"

Pet's voice was shaking uncontrollably, even though she 
tried desperately to conceal her fright. "Well, you 
don't appear to be armed and dangerous..."

"Hey, Carl, you hear that? We're not considered armed 
and dangerous," the second man said as he came forward 
on the patio.

Carl approached Pet, and with slow but strong deliberate 
hands moved her small delicate arms to her sides leaving 
her totally exposed in front of them. Her body broke out 
in a profuse sweat to match the overall electric shock 
coursing from head to toe. All she could do was stare 
from her green eyes, knowing that the two black men 
didn't have to undress her, she was already nude.

"Depends on your point of view, Josh. Dangerous? 
Perhaps. Armed? Well, in this case, I'd say definitely," 
said Carl as he made obvious his motion to massage his 
nuts. 

Josh picked up on the obvious, and started toward Pet as 
he began unzipping his jumpsuit. "You know, Carl, I'll 
just bet little missy here can find us some decent 
clothes to wear instead of this trash. But first, I got 
something that needs immediate attention. And, what luck 
to find such a sweet white thing to give us just what we 
need. Don't you think?"

Pet's eyes went wild as Josh's jumpsuit cleared his hips 
on the way to the ground. He never liked wearing 
underwear, and his large black fuck stick sprang free, 
already on its way to full mast. Pet couldn't believe 
its size, a good ten inches without a doubt. But when 
Carl followed suit and disrobed on the way to her body, 
his black bat jutted out farther than Josh's, obviously 
making him the alpha male. 

By the time the men reached Pet, she could only manage 
short rapid breadths, and her body shook when she 
mustered enough to ask the obvious, "Wha...what are you 
going to do?" It sounded like a lame movie script, but 
it elicited the response that she knew was coming.

"Do?" Carl laughed as he got in her face and reached 
down to insert a finger in her bare, but embarrassingly 
sopping slit. "We're both going to fuck our first piece 
of white blond housewife we've had in years. Then, when 
we're done, we're going to turn you over, and...."

"No!" she screamed almost silently, crying profusely at 
the words. "Please don't, you'll get me pregnant."

"Oooo......now, there's a thought," said Josh who was 
roughly squeezing her right breast and fingering her 
nipple. "I know all white women think of having a black 
baby, and we're just going to satisfy both our needs at 
the same time. You drain my balls in your sweet white 
cunt, and I let you keep all that black baby seed as a 
souvenir."

"No.... please don't," she cried though flowing tears. 
"I'm ovulating...my kids.....my husband....my 
friends..." she pleaded not to be taken, but her flowing 
juice betrayed her. Her pussy was almost gushing at the 
realization that her dirtiest thoughts might literally 
cum true. She could only close her eyes and let her 
voice trail off as Carl bent down and sucked in her left 
nipple. It hardened like steel, matching the other, and 
her breathing became deeper as she went into shock. Josh 
lifted her easily, and carried her to the bedroom where 
the king size bed was left unmade. 

A soft mattress, sweet smelling sheets and black virgin 
white housewife was all the two men needed. She was 
thrown on the bed, and was immediately set upon by the 
two blacks. Their skin was extremely black, not brown 
like so many others, and that gave the trio extra 
contrast. Josh knelt at Pet's head, took her by the 
hair, and commanded, "Now suck this black tool, bitch. 
Use that tongue on my pee hole and make sure you get 
that shaft all the way down that blond throat!" Pet 
could only comply with the best she had, knowing that 
she could deep throat both Rick and John, but never 
testing her skills on anything larger. "Be good, bitch, 
and you may get some extra favors," Josh softened his 
tone.

The moment that the bulbous black head hit her lips she 
felt a shock go through her body, but it was different 
than she expected. It was shock of excitement that she 
was actually sucking on a black man's cock. Half of her 
dirtiest imaginable thoughts were happening as she ran 
her tongue around the head, flicking his pee slit, then 
engulfing the shaft. Pet grabbed the base of the black 
dick that was now stiff as a light pole, and began 
giving head in earnest. At the same time, she felt her 
legs being spread, and a warm extremely wet sensation 
overwhelm her pussy as Carl began feasting on her 
flowing vaginal lips. 

"As long as I'm going to be raped, I'm going to make the 
most of it," she thought to herself. "I'll show these 
black fuckers what a white woman can do!" And, she 
started to turn the tables. Pet ran her tongue up and 
down the shaft she was holding, only changing motions to 
lick the peach size black ball sack that held the supply 
of sperm that was meant for her. "Oh, my God," she 
thought again, "I'm actually doing it. I actually have a 
black man's dick in my mouth! Mmmmm...." Her mind 
betrayed her as she enjoyed the wicked sensation of 
interracial taboo. Instead of fighting it, Pet knew that 
this was her chance to experience what was pounding in 
her brain for the last few weeks. Her first black 
experience was happening now, and she could either make 
it horrible or enormously exciting. She chose the later, 
but didn't want to let on to her excitement. This time, 
it wasn't her mind that betrayed her, it was her pussy.

"Damnation, woman! You've got to be the wettest white 
bitch I ever ate. You getting turned on white slut?" 
Carl's words were muffled as he lapped up Pet's juice. 
Pet, hearing Carl's words could only moan loudly around 
Josh's cock stuffing her mouth. For the third time, she 
was betrayed by her feelings, and her responsive groan 
was a dead give away that she was more than excited, she 
was losing herself. Pet moaned her unconscious approval 
partly because of Carl's tongue action on her clit, but 
also because she liked the way he was calling her a 
white slut and referring to her wet slit. The language 
turned her on, and the more she was forced, the more she 
responded, and soon found herself sucking the black fuck 
stick in her throat like it was the best thing in her 
life. At the moment, it was, so she went at it with a 
vengeance, running her tongue up and down the shaft, 
flicking Josh's pee hole at the end before she made 
small sucking motions on just the tip. Pet didn't ignore 
his balls, which hung like tantalizing furry peaches. 
Mouthing each one in sequence, she sucked gently while 
holding his cock base tight. Without thinking, Pet even 
stretched to flick her tongue in the man's ass, driving 
him to the brink of climax, and wondering who was raping 
whom. 

Carl had backed off to watch the spectacle, as Pet 
turned to get a better angle on Josh's black meat. In 
moments she had him on his back, his prick slopping wet 
from saliva, and going down on the baby maker with 
enthusiasm. It was far sooner than each of them expected 
when Josh's balls tightened, his dick went rock hard, 
and he began to gush. Pet was caught by surprise at the 
force of the first blast, and the amount of semen 
flowing into her mouth felt like she was sucking a can 
of whipped cream. The spunk kept flowing, and she 
swallowed for all she was worth, but kept as much in her 
mouth as she dared. Pet wanted to taste the black cum, 
and wanted to savor the whore food she was drinking. She 
was quite surprised at the volume of sperm she was being 
fed, not to mention the taste. A strange sweetness 
pervaded her taste buds, a sweetness that she couldn't 
decide was natural, or because of the lewdness of her 
act. She didn't really care as she calmed down realizing 
that she had just given the best blowjob of her life to 
a black man. 

Pet turned her head, brushing away her blond bangs just 
in time to see Carl standing close by, stroking his 
massive hard on. She leaned forward and took Carl's 
member into her mouth, savoring the different taste, and 
making sure that he was as rigid as her dreams had 
imagined. Only a few deep-throated strokes were given 
when she again surprised her assailants, and rolled over 
on her back. Seductively drawing her knees up and wide 
to the side, Pet squeezed her breasts as she locked eyes 
with Carl. The invitation was complete and left no doubt 
that the blonde housewife was ready to be black fucked. 
She offered her body to the black skinned man as he 
positioned himself between her legs. Pet watched from 
behind wild eyes, realizing that in moment she would 
feel the hard stiffness of forbidden sex penetrate her 
white body. In reality, she couldn't wait to be 
stretched, but the good news was that she didn't have to 
wait. Carl's black dick was pushing more than eleven 
inches in length by now and the excitement of entering a 
white woman was stretching his dark skin almost to 
breaking. 

The black hand holding the huge bat brought it close and 
ran the bulbous head up and down Pet's gushing wet slit. 
The feeling was electric, sending shivers over her body. 
Making sure that his dick was adequately lubed from her 
pussy juices, Carl placed his cock head in the dead 
center of her pussy, just inside the first set of lips. 
He placed his hands on either side of Pet, under her 
legs, and lowered himself surprisingly slow as the 
penetration began. Pet had expected him to plunge hard 
on the first stroke, but instead, he allowed his sausage 
to sink into her depths, slowly pushing her vaginal 
walls wider and wider. The feeling was deliberate, and 
it was unbelievable. Pet closed her eyes saying, "Yes! 
Oh, God, yes!" She didn't wait for Carl to hit bottom as 
she thrust her baby hole up to capture more and more of 
the dark meat. It was seconds before the black tube hit 
her cervix, and Carl held it in that position, driving 
Pet out her mind. She felt stuffed like she had never 
been before in her life, and only like she imagined in 
her dreams. Her whole body shook, not being able to 
control herself with desire as she put her hands around 
Carl's ass cheeks and drew them toward her. 

Pet was almost crying when Carl started. Without 
warning, twelve strong powerful thrusts rammed her hole 
with almost a foot of black dick, burning the walls as 
they stretched on every stroke, and bumping her cervix 
like a jackhammer. Pain was mixed with ecstasy, violence 
with passion, fright with wild abandon. Pet lost all 
control and consciousness, no longer caring if she was 
torn apart, but only frenzied with wanting to be split 
in two, to have that black monster open the door to her 
womb, to.... to be.....to be impregnated! All she could 
think of was black sperm, black babies and torrid sex. 
Her eyes were wide, not with fright, but in bold wanton 
lust as she watched her tender white snatch being 
invaded by a very black penis. She could only think of 
herself as the white housewife wanting to be fucked by a 
powerful black man who wanted to make a baby in her. He 
was in total control of her body and mind, thrusting 
violently as deep as he could, not caring if she tore or 
not, but only caring about his self-satisfaction. Pet 
was being used, being raped hard, being impregnated with 
black sperm, and she loved it. The depraved act consumed 
her every fiber, and she bucked hard against his 
thrusts, opening her clean crack to the attack of the 
black monster. 

The wide head on the end of the shaft finally made mince 
meat of Pet's pussy, and, by her invitation and total 
abandon, opened her completely. Her screams would have 
been heard throughout the neighborhood if any one had 
been home. The sharp terror was echoed in shrill volume 
as Carl's cock head forced open Pet's cervical door to 
her womb. The intense pleasure/pain wracked her body as 
she threw her head from side to side, not knowing what 
hit her, then realizing that there would be no 
protection for her eggs. The popping sensation could 
almost be heard as the head went back and forth through 
her cervix into her womb, then, finally swelling to 
unbelievable proportion, Pet felt the first pulse of 
fresh hot semen splash inside her. Carl shook violently 
as did she when pulse after pulse of sperm gushed from 
his balls, covering her baby eggs with black seed. Her 
insides were on fire knowing that she was helpless, and 
every fiber in her body tensed with white heat as she 
couldn't believe her own body turning against her by 
thrusting upward. Pet clawed at the black ass in her 
hands, and buried her blonde head against the sweaty 
black body of the man impregnating her. Her only desire 
was for more, more semen, more black seed now that the 
act had been done. She wasn't disappointed as the milky 
fluid continued to flow inside her. Squirt after squirt 
blasted her from the inside, yanking her own body up and 
down the climax mountain like a yo-yo. Pet pulled, and 
Carl pushed. The black man poured forth, and Pet sucked 
in to receive. Their mutual orgasm lasted longer than 
either could remember, locked together, speared by a 
black lance, and burned by wild fire.

It was several minutes before Pet and Carl spoke, and it 
was Pet who surprised everyone by first saying, "Shit! 
That was fucking unbelievable!" She couldn't believe the 
words came from her mouth, and the three didn't know who 
was more in shock as they rolled apart. 

"Never.... never in my life have I been fucked like 
that!" Pet continued to pour forth. "Where the fuck have 
you been all this time, and what the fuck just happened 
to me?!" She was a changed woman speaking in tongues 
that she had only written before.

Still breathing hard, Carl pawed Pet's tit while he 
managed, "Now I remember why it was all worth prison 
time!"

"Tell me about why you were there," Pet said dreamily as 
she lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, holding 
Carl's softening black snake in one hand and fingering 
her dripping snatch with the other.

Josh spoke, "It wasn't for prostitution. That was just a 
charge, lady, a plea bargain. We were in business with a 
partner who had very special clients, white women who 
wanted black sexing. Some just wanted to be fucked, but 
the real business was baby making. The "clients" 
couldn't seem to get themselves pregnant with their 
husbands, and we just killed two birds with one stone. 
They would pay us to knock them up in any scenario they 
chose. Some sessions were sophisticated like a date, 
some private, some like a party. Some women wanted to 
live the rape fantasy, figuring that if they were going 
to be knocked up, they might as well enjoy the scene."

"You're kidding, right?" Pet said in fascination.

"No kidding," Carl continued. "Like Josh said, we were 
just doing something that we liked and were good 
at....fucking white women, housewives and the like. Our 
partner had a real fancy business going, a very special 
service. He called it the Ebony Club, and it all worked 
on referrals. Like we said, it was a place where the 
women went if they just wanted sex for sex sake, or if 
they really wanted to get knocked up because they wanted 
a baby, and they didn't care what color it was."

"So, what was so wrong with that?" Pet asked.

"Well, it started getting kinkier than that. Wives would 
drag along their husbands to rub their noses into the 
fact that they were getting it from their black lovers, 
and some men encouraged their wives to go so they could 
watch them getting fucked by a nice long black dick." 
Pet moaned at the thought, and tugged on Carl's meaty 
dick, producing a smile from both men. "The club would 
charge the husbands to watch, just to cover expenses, 
and got to offering some special services like video 
taping the action, and role playing in special 
requests."

"Like what requests?" Pet asked, full knowing what was 
coming.

"Like rape scenes and stuff like that. Hell, we got all 
sorts of kinky stuff to do, straight rapes, anal rapes, 
even breaking the cherries of some of the daughters 
while the parents got off watching and recording the 
event. Those I really liked! Shit, I got my nuts off 
faster on that than anything else. And the parents! They 
blew their wads and minds during the whole scene. 
Problem is, that's when it went too far."

"What do you mean?"

"The rape scenes and forced sex thing was great, and 
often we played the whole thing with the women kicking 
and screaming, but loving every minute of it from the 
time they drove up pretending to be kidnapped. It was 
the one time that the husband brought his wife in to get 
impregnated, and wanted the full rape scene. Man, we 
played that to the hilt, kicking screaming, tying her 
down, raping her cunt, raping her ass, the whole scene. 
We went at it with about six or eight brothers all 
night, and filled a full eight-hour tape. She was great, 
white, fair skinned, blonde, and very much like you, and 
playing along like she was really being fucked up. Only, 
that was the problem. She really was being fucked up. 
Her husband caught her cheating on him, and to punish 
her, he arranged for the whole thing. Paid well too. We 
were really raping her, and we didn't even know it. We 
taped the whole thing, which was exactly what she used 
to get us prosecuted. Her husband kept her hidden away 
for five months making sure she was pregnant and too far 
along for an abortion. That's when he set her loose to 
fend for herself, only she turned right around and took 
everyone to the cleaners instead of being ashamed."

"So......?"

"So, she had a nice black baby girl, and her revenge at 
the same time." Josh laughed. "Yeah, we all got sent to 
prison, including her husband, and the best part was we 
were all in the same cell block. Boy is he tight!" This 
time they all laughed.

~~

As the cookie part of their Oreo combination sat in the 
kitchen, Pet fixed breakfast. Nobody had bothered to 
dress, and they were talking more freely now. The men 
stood very close to Pet, taking liberty to feel her body 
as she moved, and even casually rub their cocks against 
her. The phone interrupted their conversation, and Pet 
was ordered to answer it, but not to show any sign of 
anything wrong. To get his point across, Carl shoved two 
fingers into her pussy and his thumb up her ass to 
assure she complied.

"H..Hello?" Pet managed as the pleasure/pain sensation 
coursed through her.

"Pet? This is Kat. Sorry I didn't call you earlier, but 
we had a situation here at work and I was called in at 
the spur of the moment."

"What kind of situation?" Pet managed as she stared at 
the two blacks fingering her bald snatch.

"A few inmates walked away from a work detail late 
yesterday, and haven't been found. I was called in to 
retrieve their files and brief the search teams. Geez, 
Pet, would you believe that these guys were in for 
prostitution?"

"I can imagine," said Pet giving her black lovers a 
knowing look.

"Anyway, I can't come over today, but I'll try to make 
it tomorrow. Hey, girl, keep your doors locked. The 
profiles on these guys say that did some pretty nasty 
stuff to white women."

"You don't say," teased Pet.

Kat snapped back, "Now cut that out. Lord, Pet, if I 
didn't know you better, I'd think you rather fancy the 
idea of being raped by these guys. Wasn't that a fantasy 
of yours? Having sex with a black man, or men?"

Pet found it hard to contain herself as she responded, 
"Mmmmm.....well, yeah. The more I think about it, the 
more I know we're going to have to talk some more about 
that. Actually, it worked out okay, cause it looks like 
I'm going to be tied up for most of the day anyway." It 
was beginning to excite her to be honest with her 
friend, and her words made the fingers in her pussy 
wiggle all the more. What she didn't know was that Kat 
felt a similar tingle at the word game.

"Okay then. Talk to you later, and enjoy your day," Kat 
finished. Pet thought to herself as they hung up just 
how much of the truth had just been spoken without Kat 
knowing what was going on. When Carl extracted his 
sopping fingers, Pet felt disappointed, but knew for a 
fact that she would be refilled many times that day.

Pet explained her relationship with Kat as she went back 
to preparing something to eat. As she did, she inquired 
about the men's records, and what Kat had told her. Carl 
and Josh opened up to Pet, and she seemed genuinely 
interested in their story, so much, in fact that, as she 
passed out the plates and sat down to join them, she 
inquired, "Where are you guys going from here?"

"We don't know as yet. One thing's for sure, we got to 
lay low for now, then find someplace to get lost without 
making waves until we become low priority on the 
recovery list. Why? You got any suggestions?"

"Well, as a matter of fact I do," she said as she took a 
bite of eggs. The glass table in the kitchen afforded 
Pet a perfect view of the men's huge black cock meat, 
and she had to concentrate to keep her eyes from giving 
her away. "My husband isn't due home for two more days, 
and I know that you're not in the business of repeat 
offenses. So, I propose a trade."

"Go on."

"You stay here for the next two days, and I won't tell 
anyone about your whereabouts. Fair enough?" Pet didn't 
come right out and say what she was thinking, and maybe 
she didn't realize what kind of door she just opened, 
but she felt flushed.

"Sounds like a plan, but we need insurance."

"What kind of insurance?" asked Pet.

"Something that guarantees you won't change your mind. 
Something that's going to ruin your life if you even 
think of turning us in just because that little white 
ass of yours can't take it."

"I....I can't think...." Pet was stammering, trying to 
help, but not wanting to destroy her options. Her 
thoughts were broken when Josh looked over her shoulder, 
got up and retrieved a picture from the bookcase.

"These yours?" he said as he displayed the picture of 
Pet's family. It was a album photo dated recently, 
showing Pet, Rick, their grown kids, parents, brothers, 
sisters and the like. Quite a good looking group, and 
all very close.

"Yes, why?" she asked.

"You got a camera? Maybe a video camera too?" said Josh.

"Well, yeah. We have both. You want to take my cameras?" 
Pet said not understanding.

"We don't want to take your cameras, we want to use 
them." What Pet heard next made her heart plunge. A 
horrific fantasy was made into words as the black man 
spelled out her worst nightmare in detail. 

"You're going to get serviced, and you're going to show 
your appreciation for black meat. You're going to make 
love to these cocks and beg us to fill your pussy, your 
ass, and your mouth full of black seed. You're going to 
do it for the cameras, and you're going to be convincing 
about it. Then you're going to be the one to get the 
pictures developed with multiple sets, and you're going 
to make sure the store knows your face and name. Next, 
you're going to write the letters to your family 
confessing your indiscretions and addiction to black 
sexing, and you're going to fill the envelopes with the 
letters, pictures and video, and address them. That's 
going to be our security. If the slightest word leaks 
out about us, there's going to be a mass mailing, and 
your kids, even your mother will see you begging for 
your white body to be fucked by black dick."

Pet's body went numb with the threat and realization of 
what she had gotten herself into. A moment's 
indiscretion had just led to a potential lifetime of 
complete ruin. A cold sweat broke out over her bare 
skin, and she knew that she had lost the game that she 
had created. She was no longer in control, but was under 
the men's control. However, a strange feeling of passion 
still burned deep inside, and the feeling of being 
controlled, being these black men's white whore 
overshadowed any thought of turning back. 

Carl and Josh were secretly amazed when Pet lowered her 
eyes and said, "I'll do my best. You won't have anything 
to worry about, just don't let my family know."

Carl spoke, "Like Josh said, that'll depend on your 
performance. Now, what about after that? What are you 
going to do for us after that?"

Pet lowered her eyes, bit her lower lip, and felt the 
cum leak from her bare pussy onto the chair as she said, 
"I know of a place where you'll be safe. It's a beach 
house."





Pet Project
(chapter 4)


"Hello, my name is Pet Bonner, and I want to let you in 
on a little secret. You see, I'm addicted to black cock. 
I've been servicing my black lovers and their friends 
for some time now, and I'm committed to pleasing them in 
every way imaginable. Here's just a sample of what we do 
in private." Those were the first words spoken by Pet 
when the video camera flicked to life. She was standing 
in her living room, dressed in heels and a negligee, 
with the two black men seated behind her on the couch. 
She made the introductory remarks just as she was told, 
and she even put some feeling into it on the third try. 
The first two half-hearted attempts were met with a 
tongue lashing, and threats to drag her through every 
bad neighborhood in the county until she was too used up 
to walk. Pet finally got the message and put her heart 
and soul into it, actually believing in her own words 
and turning on to the feeling of being used.

Her two lovers got up and stood on either side of her as 
she reached down to hold their dicks in each hand. As 
she did, the men unbuttoned her thin veil cover, and let 
the sheer gown fall to the floor, leaving Pet standing 
naked except for her heels. The full frontal shot of the 
blonde housewife being flanked by her black studs was a 
true Oreo delight, and she spread legged stance gave the 
black probing hands better access to her pussy. Black 
fingers plunged into her bare hairless pussy, spreading 
the pink lips like butterfly wings, and allowing the 
camera to see inside her wetness. Pet didn't need any 
artificial lubricant, since she was flowing naturally 
from the stimulation and awareness that her life 
depended on a vibrant sexual performance. She knew that 
she would continue to be raped, but this time she had to 
show her pure lust and wanton slutiness for black meat. 

The camera was set on a tripod, and was angled to 
capture Pet as she bent over at the waste to suck first 
one, then the other black stick. She did so without 
releasing her grip on either dick, and she alternated 
between the slabs of black meat. At one time, she was 
turned around so that the camera got a good shot of 
Pet's pussy surrounded by her ass. The men assaulted her 
with their fingers, probing deeply into her slick pussy 
and massaging her cervical button to loosen her up for 
their total invasion. 

When the position had served its purpose, Pet turned to 
concentrate on one dick at a time, Josh's first. She 
attacked it like a lollipop, and did a right proper job 
of hardening the huge black dong. She took her time in 
working over the knob and entire shaft with her tongue, 
making a good show of handling the rock hard gland and 
draping ball sack. Pet displayed the hard shaft that was 
slick from her saliva, licking up and down the length, 
plunging as much as she could down her throat, then 
backing off and making a scene of how she inserted her 
tongue into the pee slit. She held that position to make 
sure that her licking the pre cum from Josh's hole was 
clearly visible.

Carl did a little directing of the action to ensure that 
Pet's personal video lived up to the image of white 
girl/ black man forbidden territory. They wanted her to 
have a special record of a classy gang bang with all the 
trimmings, not just a run of the mill home video of the 
normal slam bam action. As instructed, the man was 
treated to prime ball licking treatment, as Pet turned 
him around, and curled her tongue around his black nut 
sack. As she was forced to mouth the dark globes, she 
stroked his cock meat until it dripped pre cum into her 
free hand. The previously timid white housewife was 
eagerly eating out the ass of her black lover for the 
video, recording her dirty acts for anyone who might get 
access to the tape. More than any other act, this 
repulsed Pet to the core, even though the men were 
completely washed and clean. It was an act that made her 
sick at the thought, but served it's momentary purpose 
to strip her of any remaining self worth. The man 
couldn't hold off, and announced that he was going to 
cum. Pet was instructed to lie on her back and open her 
mouth as the man straddled her chest. It took both her 
small white hands, pumping the big black tool to bring 
him to climax. Her expert manipulations produced a huge 
gusher of semen that she aimed directly onto her tongue, 
over her nose and generally flooding around her open 
mouth. Carl zoomed in to capture the streams of sperm as 
the black cock spewed forth its gobs of cum. When a nice 
pool of jism had collected on Pet's tongue, she held it 
for a moment in display for the camera, then curled her 
tongue inside to swallow the prize. After she did, she 
proceeded to use the cock to smear the remaining semen 
over her face, into her eyes and up to her hair. Almost 
without warning, a big hand took hold of her hair and 
pulled her head backwards. "Open up," came the command 
from Carl who was frantically jerking his rod. Pet 
complied, and was soon rewarded with another hot load of 
fresh white cream, as it plopped over her delicate 
facial features and, again, into her awaiting mouth. The 
lens captured the scene of the white girl kneeling in 
position as the big buck pumped his sperm over her face. 
The two men were pleased with their new acquisition, and 
it showed on their faces as they exchanged approving 
smiles. Now this was a shot she could be proud of in her 
private video. The scene ended with Pet scraping the 
sperm from her face with her finger, and feeding it to 
herself.

"Okay, that's enough for now," said Carl as he gave the 
signal to cut the cameras. After an hour break that 
included drinks and some impromptu script development by 
Pet, Carl said, "Time to get this lady laid. Pet, hop on 
over to the sacrificial altar."

Josh and Carl guided Pet to a part of the cushioned room 
that had a soft over stuffed chair where she sat with 
her legs nicely spread as if she were in stirrups in a 
doctor's office. As she fitted her legs over the chair's 
arms, her tight bald pussy became nicely exposed, and 
her puffy vaginal lips parted slightly like an 
invitation for invasion. The cameras started rolling 
again, and caught Pet's instruction to let her fucking 
begin.

Josh turned to the camera to talk to the viewer, "Now 
you see Pet as an innocent white housewife, but believe 
me, her flavor is sweet black cherry. Anyone hungry?" He 
smiled and turned to watch the second deflowering of the 
Pet's interracial cherry.

Carl positioned himself kneeling at the entrance to 
Pet's pink chamber. Her pussy was slightly parted, and 
was glistening profusely with feminine wetness. Josh 
knelt at Pet's head, spreading his knees to the side and 
literally rubbing his bulging black dick on Pet's head 
as he stroked her shoulders and tits. Carl slapped Pet's 
pussy several times with his instrument, then guided the 
bulbous head to its target. He held the black cock as it 
slowly slipped inside the white girl, then withdrew to 
show it covered in slime. Then again it disappeared in 
Pet's slit, this time up to the balls as the no longer 
virgin girl moaned with pleasure. Carl held Pet's knees 
to the side as he started to pump her body with his 
tool. The camera was getting superb shots of Pet's 
snatch getting stretched to the limits by the thick 
meat, and her moans of pleasure clearly showed that she 
was enjoying her role as a white slut. Her protruding 
clitoris stood out like a stiff little finger in her 
bald baby snatch, and was pushed around by Carl's 
massive tool while he pounded her pubic bone. The pain 
she was feeling was no match for the pleasure of being 
totally stuffed with black meat. She took it all, 
thrusting up to meet his downward strokes, shoving as 
much of the dark gland into her baby chute as possible.

"Fuck me, fuck me you black bastard," were the cries Pet 
emitted as she was pounded. Josh chimed in with 
instructions of, "That's it, fuck the bitch! Ooh, yeah, 
push it deeper. Make sure she feels her cervix stretch."

Pet made sure that the camera caught her words, as she 
spoke, "Are your balls ready? Are they full of all that 
good baby making sperm? C'mon, work it up. Build up that 
load and squirt it deep inside me. Give me all the hot 
black baby seed you have." It was Pet that wanted to 
spend the next two days getting black sexed, so who 
better than she to verbalize for the video?

When Carl couldn't hold off any longer, his big balls 
contracted, and he shoved his cock in as far as it could 
go. It had to be splitting Pet's cervical opening as he 
began to buck in climax. As Pet felt the hot black sperm 
flood her cavity, she cried out in her own climax, 
shuttering wildly and pulling on Carl's black ass with 
both hands. "Fill me, fill me....yeah, that's it, ooh, I 
can feel its heat. Fill me up!" she cried as he pumped 
his seed into her body. I couldn't tell which was 
hotter, the video camera, or Pet's slit, as they got an 
incredible close up of Pet's vaginal area being 
stretched with pulsating black meat. She was no longer a 
white meat virgin, and was, at least temporarily, a 
fresh new convert to black sexing. While it had started 
out as fantasy, it had developed into more of trip to 
fantasy island for the white woman who wanted to be 
degraded by, and stuffed with black cock.

As the men's newest crony, Pet lay in a dream world, on 
her back, legs spread, and pussy stretched as the sperm 
poured into her womb. She had done it. She had been 
fucked by a black man, and it was only the beginning. 
Now that she was initiated, her moans of uncertainty 
changed to those of desire, of wanting to be taken and 
defiled. Her hands stroked the black skinned back that 
hovered over her small white body, wandering over 
glistening shoulders, down the sides and exploring the 
muscular butt that drove the seed deep inside her. 

The cameras were turned off as they regrouped for the 
next scene. Pet lay there with a smile, happily 
conversing with the two blacks, and basking in the kudos 
heaped upon her in their enthusiasm. She carried on her 
casual conversation as she lay with legs splayed to her 
sides, still impaled on the black snake that pulsed 
occasionally in her opening. It all seemed as normal as 
dining out, but Pet seemed to relish the trophy between 
her legs, not wanting to let it slip from her pussy as 
she gloated in excitement. As taboo as it was, it was 
done tastefully, and with as much feeling as the moment 
deserved. After all, a white woman's black cherry is 
only lost once, and to record it for posterity is an 
opportunity only a handful of women will ever 
experience. Best of all, the experience was far from 
over. 

Pet knew that Rick typically didn't call her the day 
before returning, and, since he was due home late the 
next night, she free to engage in the wildest most 
unimaginable sexual escapade of her life without being 
disturbed, and that's exactly what happened. The mixed 
trio fucked in every conceivable position, displaying 
Pet in lewd and grotesque images where she seemed 
literally split open to be flooded with black semen. The 
blacks took her at will, insisting that she include her 
asshole as an available orifice into which they dripped 
their semen, but oddly enough never actually penetrated. 
They only stopped long enough to eat and drink as the 
orgy continued all day and into the night. The video 
camera had been moved from the living room, to the 
bedroom, and on to the patio where Pet frolicked with 
her men before being fucked at pool side by them both. 

The stamina of the men was amazing, and it was no wonder 
that they had been so successful in their previous 
profession of stud masters. From Pet's count, she must 
have consumed at least 25 loads from the two of them 
before passing out. The videotape had long since run out 
of time, but her gang bang continued. Pet took time out 
to cook a fine nude meal for them, all the time her 
pussy leaking the sperm that had been deposited in her. 
When no one could continue, they fell helplessly asleep 
together on the king size bed. The men continued to 
grope her body unconsciously until late the next 
morning.

Pet awoke thinking that she was dreaming when she heard 
the doorbell, then she panicked. 

"Oh my God! Oh my God," was all she could muster as she 
heard Kat calling her from the front door.

"Make your excuses, or you're toast. Remember that we've 
got insurance," said Carl as he tossed her a bath towel.

Pet quickly wrapped the towel around her cum encrusted 
body, fluffed her hair as best she could, then made her 
way to the door. She was only intending to open it a 
crack when Kat pushed it open and made her way in. 

Kat was dressed for work, and seemed on a schedule as 
she spoke, "Hi, Pet. I expected you to be up by now. 
Something wrong?" She notice Pet trying to cover her 
usually naked body.

Pet stammered trying to think clearly, "No....no, 
everything is ok. I was just getting ready for my 
shower. I mean, I must have overslept.....I mean, I did 
over sleep." She was fishing desperately for words much 
to Kat's amusement.

"Listen, I just wanted to drop by to tell you that I've 
got to go into work again today, and that those inmates 
haven't been found yet. Keep your doors locked, honey. I 
don't want you getting hurt all alone here."

"Oh, I'll be alright," Pet responded. "I was meaning to 
call you anyway, cause I have to see my publisher today, 
so I won't be around."

"Your publisher? Is Trisha coming all the way here from 
Tampa? I'd like to see her if you think....."

"No! I mean, she's not coming here.... We're going to 
meet somewhere else. At the beach house." Pet was really 
nervous. She had only met her publisher once, and it 
just so happened that Kat was with her at the time. 
Trisha had brought along her second in charge, Sandy who 
was an energetic and pleasant college grad. They all 
exchanged names and numbers including Kat, who seemed to 
hit it off quite well with Trisha and Sandy. Pet thought 
that it was a plausible excuse, since the popularity of 
her stories had skyrocketed, and she seemed to have 
become the publisher's new golden child.

"How fun! You said they were pushing for some wilder and 
raunchier material, so I'm dying to find out what's on 
their minds. Wish I could join you, but maybe some other 
time." Kat was playing with Pet now, and as she diverted 
her eyes to make it obvious she was looking at Pet's 
body, she continued, "Girl, I didn't know you exercised 
so early, but I suppose if your going to travel all that 
way you'd better get an early start. By the look of it 
your still sweating, so I'll let you go and hit the 
shower."

Pet was flushed at the encounter. It was that feminine 
intuition that warned her of Kat's suspicions, but she 
dismissed it, hoping that she had been successful in her 
excuses. "Thanks, Kat. We'll get together this weekend, 
and hopefully you can collect on your bet," she said 
trying to divert her friends attention. 

As Kat was leaving, she turned suddenly, pointed at 
Pet's legs, and said, "Oh, you better take care of that 
dry skin. It looks rather red, and..... actually, it 
looks a little crusty." Kat could hardly contain herself 
as she turned and walked to her car.

Pet closed the door, heat beating wildly, terrified that 
she had been discovered. She turned to go back into the 
bedroom, and was caught before she hit the floor as she 
collapsed from fear and exhaustion. The big black arms 
carried her to the couch where she regained 
consciousness. Before long, she was sipping coffee and 
orange juice, coming back to life.

"I think she suspects something," Pet managed.

"Does it matter?" Carl said as he sat with his hand on 
her thigh, and looking deep into her eyes.

Pet looked back, hesitated for awhile, then answered, 
"Why do I want to say no?"


~~


Pet had gotten very little sleep, since she was in 
charge of continuously changing tapes, making as many 
copies of her love session as possible from their store 
of blanks. Each time she cued the machine to ensure that 
the copy was being made, she got the same introduction 
and first few minutes of her black sexing. The more she 
watched, the more she was turned on, and slithering back 
to bed between her lovers kept her constantly excited. 
After breakfast, Pet was made to address oversized 
envelopes to everyone in her family picture, and write a 
personal note confessing and exposing her secret life 
involving black sexing.

Rick's clothes barely fit Josh and Carl, so they managed 
until they could stop along the way and stock up on 
something more suitable. They were safe in the company 
of Pet, but, at the same time, the trio was quite a 
topic of conversation with two black men escorting a 
blonde lady who picked out clothes for them both as if 
she were their communal wife. Of course, she paid for 
the purchase via credit card, and got extra cash back 
for emergencies. The most shocking part of the 
experience was their stop at he discount superstore 
where Pet dropped off the rolls of 35mm film to be 
developed while they shopped. About an hour later, she 
went to retrieve her pictures, six copies from two rolls 
of film. The black lady at the counter looked at the 
young white girl who did the developing and printing, 
and gave Pet a thorough looking over with her black 
companions. They knew full well that they should report 
any pornographic material, but the content was so 
blatant and unusual that they decided to take advantage 
instead.

"That's seven copies each for a total of $127.47" the 
attendant told Pet.

Pet responded sheepishly, "I asked for six copies, not 
seven."

"Oh we know," said the grinning black girl as she again 
looked back to the assistant who was now staring at Pet. 
"We took the liberty of making another copy for 
ourselves. You know this should be reported, and we 
should keep this film, but considering that it's for 
some brothers, we were sure that if we didn't say 
anything, you would want us to enjoy your party 
pictures. Isn't that right?" she said to the men behind 
Pet.

"Absolutely, sister. You go ahead and make as many 
copies as you want. Our lover here likes it when she 
shows off to some one who's interested." Josh said. Pet 
was poked from behind and quickly agreed, even offering 
to supply more if they wanted. She couldn't believe that 
she said that, and quickly offered her credit card to 
end the purchase. Now she had been exposed in public, 
and there were pictures floating around to prove it. Pet 
just hoped that since the store was far enough away from 
their home, the pictures wouldn't reach Rick or any of 
their friends, and would only be used for personal 
interests.

After stocking up on groceries and liquor, the three 
finally arrived at the beach house. The place was fairly 
isolated from any neighbors by rows of bushes, and a 
fair distance between properties. Privacy was part of 
the reason that Rick and Pet fell in love with the 
place, and it was turning out that their recent nude 
escapades were well accommodated if they used reasonable 
caution. Fortune had it that one neighbor had their 
property for sale, and had already moved, and the other 
neighbors were either not using their beach houses, or 
were too old to see (much less bother with) their 
neighbors. The men had total privacy, a phone, and 
plenty of provisions.

Josh and Carl made sure that Pet set them up properly, 
and completed stuffing the envelopes with copies of the 
pictures. Pet was made to sort them out and select what 
poses would be sent to each family member. Of course, 
the men passed judgement on her selections, then sealed 
the packages. Pet then completed her chores of preparing 
their first meal and setting the timer for later that 
evening. Unfortunately, she had to make the trip home, 
but before she did, she was required to service the men 
until they were satisfied. Pet was stripped and force 
fed black meat for the rest of the afternoon. By now she 
knew enough to let go and try to enjoy the experience, 
so she did her best to relax and be her sexiest. She was 
face fucked by both the men, this time with some force, 
and she learned what it was to have a thick black cock 
forced down her throat past the point of gagging. She 
relaxed her muscles, and allowed the black meat to glide 
in and out of her saliva coated esophagus, letting the 
cum filled black balls slap against her chin or nose as 
the position dictated. The man not getting the blow job 
continued to snap away with the camera, compiling frame 
after frame of Pet's sexing session. When each had 
emptied into her stomach, they took a break before going 
at her again, this time stretching her bare snatch with 
their baby makers. Pet was learning to take the big 
sticks, fighting off the pain until it turned into 
lustful pleasure, then bucking back to feel their ball 
sacks slap against her ass. The men made sure that Pet 
was full of black semen, taunting her with the images of 
getting her pregnant with black sperm. The words only 
fueled her fire as the men knew they would, and she 
responded to her training marvelously. They could 
definitely see the makings of a valuable white slut, and 
Pet did all she could to encourage their expectation. 

"We want you back here on Tuesday for another session. 
You'll be permitted to go home on Wednesday evening. Is 
that clear?" said Carl before she left.

"I...I'll try my best, but I can't stay overnight."

Carl boomed back at her, "You slut! You'll be here as 
told, and every half hour that you're late past 10am on 
Tuesday, one package will be mailed. Is it clear now?"

Pet was stunned at the words, and could only answer yes. 
Fear coursed though her as she realized that she was 
deeper and deeper into trouble, but could see no way 
out. She could only comply in her attempts not to have 
her life ruined. Until she figured out some escape, or 
until the men made their escape permanent, she would 
have to be their white whore, their housewife concubine 
and submit to being fucked and stretched at their 
command. 

"Oh, and one more thing. Have a complete story written 
about your introduction to black sexing just as you 
experienced it, and make it make it convincing. Make it 
such that any one reading it will want to know where 
they can get some of the same action." 

Pet was ordered to keep the semen in her pussy, and not 
attempt to clean it out unless her husband was the one 
to do the honors. They convinced her that they would 
find out if she didn't obey, and her mind was weak 
enough to believe it. The men took her panties for 
laughs, leaving her with the risk of meeting Rick when 
she arrived home, smelling of sex, and with an uncovered 
pussy full of sperm.

As she drove home, she desperately sought ways of hiding 
her secret from Rick. Maybe the excuse of new interest 
from her publisher would give her the excuse to return 
on Tuesday as she new she must. How to keep all this 
from Kat? That was another thing. Kat was acting 
strange, almost....well, no matter. She definitely had 
to figure something out there. What about Rick? How 
would she hide the fact that her pussy was so stretched 
out of shape, and what if he felt the spunk in her when 
she got home? Their was the bet, and she could take him 
over to Kat and John's place to get him fucked as soon 
as she could get him back out the door, but, then, what 
about John? He would certainly want to fuck Pet, and he 
would feel her looseness. What to do, what to do, her 
mind was racing. Maybe she would do all the above. Maybe 
it was time to sidetrack Rick with that new boat. Yeah, 
that's it! A new toy to keep him happy, in fact, with 
Kat, that would make two new toys. Perfect!

Her plan was in place, and for a moment she settle back 
in satisfaction. Oddly enough, her mind turned to her 
stories, and she began writing in her head, only this 
time the words weren't just racy, they were down right 
explicitly erotic. "Pornographic theatre of the mind," 
she thought as she drove on creating chapter upon 
chapter of new material. There was new passion in Pet's 
life and career.




Pet Project
(chapter 5)


Pet had no sooner gotten in the door when the phone 
rang, and was pleased to hear Kat's voice on the other 
end. Kat was upset having to tell Pet that John was 
feeling under the weather with a slightly twisted back 
that usually healed quickly, but was too sore to feel in 
a cheery enough mood for company. Kat was bemoaning the 
fact that she felt particularly horny too, and that she 
was looking forward to an enjoyable weekend, but 
now.....

Pet, on the other hand, was ecstatic with the news. 
"Kat, dear, sometimes life deals you a short hand, and 
that's what friends are for. It just so happens that I 
had plans for this evening that included you and John 
coming over for dinner. At least that would get your 
mind off of things."

"Thanks for the offer, but when John gets this way, he 
really doesn't want to move for a day or two, so we'll 
have to decline."

Even better, Pet thought as she said, "Nonsense! You 
tell that lazy hubby of yours to at least come over for 
drinks and a light meal, or he'll never get another blow 
job from me again. Besides, if he's still feeling puny 
afterwards, he can go home on a full stomach." Kat 
agreed to the suggestion, wanting to avoid playing nurse 
to a grumpy old man. 

Pet raced like mad to prepare a makeshift meal, choosing 
steaks for the barbeque and a quick salad. She barely 
had time wash her face when Rick drove into the driveway 
and bounced into the house full of piss and vinegar. He 
seemed recharged and energetic, something quite 
different from his normal business trips when he would 
return home moaning and groaning about his usual mundane 
week.

"Wow! You look absolutely great!" he said as he 
literally picked Pet off the floor in an embrace. 
Kissing first her mouth, then her neck, his hands seemed 
to be all over her, probing and feeling her body as if 
trying to discover something new or different.

"Whoa, cowboy! What got into you?" Pet laughed, enjoying 
the treatment. "Where's that old road warrior that drags 
himself back to the cave?"

"Oh, that guy. I kicked him out on the side of the road, 
and said good riddance to an old habit. Now, I want to 
hear all about your week for a change. What new and 
exciting things did my little nasty minded love slave 
dream up for her stories? Moby's been lonely." He placed 
Pet's hand over his crotch to feel his hard on, as she 
felt exposed. She loved the new Rick, and didn't want to 
destroy the mood. Heaven knows, this was too good to be 
true, but didn't exactly fit with her plans. If only 
Rick knew what her new story line would be, she thought, 
he probably would have a premature ejaculation right 
then and there.

Just about the time Rick had managed to push Pet's top 
over her head and cover a tit with his mouth, Kat and 
John let themselves in the front door, catching the two 
love birds in the act. Pet was understandably relieved.

"Don't let us stop you two. Go right ahead with what you 
were doing, and we'll just make ourselves at home," Kat 
said as she helped a slow moving John to the sofa. The 
couple had dressed casually as they always did when 
visiting Pet and Rick, making it easier to disrobe and 
get comfortable. Pet broke the embrace to greet their 
friends, and Kat immediately removed her own top to 
share in the couples' usual dress for dinner, nude. 

"Looks like I need to go and clean up a bit," said Rick, 
with an ever so slight tone of disappointment. He 
quickly kissed Pet, and while passing Kat, gave her a 
slap on her butt as she bent over to remove her shorts. 
All is going well so far thought Pet who observed the 
exchange. Pet got naked as they usually did, then 
offered to help John. However, with a polite show of 
pain, John opted to refrain from any more movement, and 
requested a whiskey sedative instead of her personal 
attention. The women made sure that John was settled, 
then proceeded to prepare dinner and drinks for 
themselves. It wasn't long before Rick returned to the 
group, butt naked as the women, and sporting a semi 
boner. Kat was pleased to see Rick's reaction that she 
was sure was for her, Pet was just as happy that the two 
were obviously in the same mood. Drinks went quickly, 
followed by dinner served in the family room to 
accommodate John. 
"So, what have you two been scheming for new material 
this week?" asked Rick, which was really quite out of 
character for Rick, since he supposedly never read Pet's 
stories. 

Pet hesitated, but Kat spoke right up, "Actually, Pet 
could probably make some pretty hot stories from what 
happened here this week. Two convicts walked away from a 
work detail, and haven't been found yet. I had to spend 
extra time at work, and never actually had time for the 
last two days to discuss it. What do you think, Pet?"

Pet was prepared for this, since she had already given 
it a lot of thought. "Funny you should mention it, but 
I'd been working with that, and came up with a really 
bizarre story of a housewife alone at home, when she 
gets surprised by the escapees who crept into her house. 
She'd just stepped from the shower, and was caught naked 
in front of them."

Rick didn't even look sideways as he responded, "Geez, 
that's pretty good. So, what happens next?"

"Oh, I imagine it's the normal stuff, but the two take 
her into the bedroom and force her to have sex with them 
in every which way. First they make her suck them off, 
which results in her taking two enormous loads down her 
throat, seeing as they had a lot stored up from prison 
and all. Then they take turns raping her until she's 
begging for more. They actually turn the little white 
housewife into quite a slut for their black cocks as 
they keep forcing more and more of their meat into her. 
She begs not to make her pregnant, but her feelings 
betray her, and she starts bucking her hips up to stuff 
more of their black dicks into her tight white pussy. 
All this time they're taking pictures of her and telling 
her that they're going to show her family the pictures 
if she doesn't keep quiet, and they just keep fucking 
her and filming her until she's so full of cum that she 
can't stand. She actually winds up wanting more and more 
of their huge black dicks, and devises a plan to hide 
them away until the situation cools off. She's so taken 
up by all this that she can't seem to keep her mind or 
hands off of them. She sucks and fucks them for the next 
two days, as they keep all her holes filled with black 
semen, even her asshole, which she never had violated 
before. But, like I said, she just loses control and 
offers every available hole to the men. They keep her 
naked, and take her at will, first one then the other, 
threatening her with exposure, filling her mouth and 
taking pictures, filling her cunt and taking pictures, 
filling her ass and taking pictures. The just keep 
fucking and fucking and fucking and...."

Pet was talking a mile a minute, her heart pounding, 
face flushed, and seemingly in a world of her own when 
Rick broke in, "and she never before had a black man? 
And she really got off on not only being raped, but 
being taken by black men? Her ultimate taboo? And that 
she might even accidentally get pregnant?"

"Yeah, yeah! But, she didn't care by then. The feeling 
was too powerful, too intense, and she just kept closing 
her eyes in a sort of dream land. She was getting her 
pussy stretched by black meat....long, thick, throbbing 
black meat. She was feeling her insides get filled with 
hot white sperm from their black balls. She could just 
feel their seed being gushed into her womb, and it was 
incredible. She lost complete control, secretly wanting 
to be controlled by them, to be their sex slave. She 
wanted to be shown off as their white housewife slut sex 
slave who craved the juice from their black 
balls...sucking their cocks and balls, licking their 
assholes, doing things she never did before and wanting 
more. She needed their sperm, their semen, their hot 
baby juice, their....."

Pet was rambling on fast and furious, her eyes half 
shut, sweat streaming down her face and breasts as she 
told her wild tale as if, as if she had lived it 
herself. She stopped suddenly and froze when she 
realized the other three were staring at her as if 
watching a show. Rick had his hand between Kat's thighs, 
and Kat was gripping Rick's rock hard cock. Even though 
John was half asleep from the combination of muscle 
relaxants and alcohol, he was nursing a stiff dick 
through his warm-up pants. Pet panicked and knew that 
she must have gotten quite animated in front of her 
husband and friends, and stopped suddenly, not knowing 
how to continue or stop her story. However, her audience 
was getting off on her unbridled enthusiasm, smiling at 
each other, then back at Pet.

"Pet, that is going to be spectacular!" voiced Kat with 
a huge grin on her face.

"My God! I think I'm going to have to start reading more 
of your stories, Honey. I didn't have any idea that you 
had such a wonderfully wicked mind. It's no wonder that 
your publisher is so enthusiastic about you. I mean, the 
way you tell it, you really put yourself into the exact 
same situation and it seems that you imagine that it's 
you going through it, so the feeling really comes 
across," Rick encouraged her.

"Tell me two things," Rick asked.

"What's that?" Pet said half sheepishly and half proud 
of her performance.

"Now, be honest. Wouldn't you really like to be the 
housewife having that black meat stuffed in her?"

Pet went numb and flushed beet red, "Oh, I....I...." she 
couldn't speak, caught off guard. 

Kat jumped in, "Oh, come on, Pet you know you would, 
you've been hinting about it for weeks. I just think 
that Rick wants to watch if it ever happens. Isn't that 
right, Rick?" Kat was toying with the conversation.

"Hinting about it? Pet, you didn't tell me about your 
secret fantasy. Why, I'm shocked!" Rick said trying to 
make a joke about it. "Tell me now, Honey, you would 
want me to watch you, wouldn't you? I'd be curious to 
know which kind you'd like best. Let's see, the long 
thin one that pushes on...what's it called?...your 
cervix? Or the short, but fatter one that stretches your 
cunny? Of course, I suppose there's no such thing as a 
short black dick, is there?" Rick said talking directly 
to Pet, probing for an answer and watching her eyes for 
a reaction.

Pet didn't have to look to know that her nipples were 
stiff as pencil ends, and her pussy was flowing juice 
that was leaving a noticeable stain on the towel covered 
chair. All eyes were focused on her awaiting her reply, 
but as she hastened to take a drink before saying 
anything, her hand knocked over the wine glass, 
splashing Chardonnay over the table and Kat's breasts. 
Everyone except John raced to sop up the spilled liquid, 
as the fortunate accident broke the train of 
conversation. Pet and Kat raced to the kitchen for 
towels, and while there, Kat had a chance to tease Pet 
some more.

"You really told that story as if it happened to YOU, 
girl. Man alive! You were really turning us on....and 
yourself on too," said Kat, making a point of staring 
directly at Pet's shaved pussy.

"Kat," said Pet hurriedly, "there's something we really 
need to talk about. I think I've gotten myself into some 
deep trouble with this."

"Trouble? I don't think so. I really mean it, you were 
doing a terrific job of turning us on, and I can't wait 
for your story to unfold. My gosh, your publisher would 
be stunned. Stunned out of her gourd to get a story like 
that. What a find! Girlfriend, do me a big favor, 
please? I got all this wine on me, and no one to lick it 
off. I mean, well, John needs to go home, and Rick and I 
are so friggin turned on, well, I was just wondering 
if....."

"Don't say another word," Pet said seizing the moment. 
"Let me take John home and get him comfortable. I'm kind 
of nervous anyway, and I'm sure that you and Rick will 
find a way to get that wine off you. Besides, you did 
win a bet as I recall, and, well, I......." She saw Kat 
smirking as the she searched for the right words, and 
threw a towel at her laughing, "screw you!"

"I was kind of hoping so! Make sure John is tucked in 
nice and snug. Oh, and he might like a glass of warm 
milk too," giggled Kat.

Walking confidently back into the family room, Pet 
grabbed her clothes and ushered John to the door telling 
Rick that she was going to take him home. At the same 
time, Kat entered the room with the two towels for 
cleanup.

"Here, let me help you with those," said Rick.

The last thing Pet saw as she closed the door behind her 
was Kat smiling and winking at her, then pulling Rick's 
face to her breasts to clean up the drying wine.

~~

John was trying his best to walk straight, and kept 
profusely thanking Pet for rescuing him from a long 
night of painful conversation. "....although, I was 
fascinated by your attention to detail in the story," 
John said as he kept fading in and out. He fell into 
bed, and Pet stripped his clothes off, leaving her with 
an available cock and time to kill. She shed her clothes 
and cuddled up next to him, thinking that the most he 
would do is fade off to sleep as she fondled his 
manhood. "Would you really like to do some black guys, 
Pet?" he asked slurring his words.

Pet decided that this was too good to pass up, and got 
bolder, thinking that John wouldn't remember a thing 
anyway. "Of course I would, John. Can you imagine me, a 
shapely blonde housewife sucking all that black dick? I 
think I would like the part of Rick watching the most. 
In fact, I think I'd really get off on you watching too, 
while Rick was fucking Kat. What do you think of that?"

"Wha....What?" John responded softly.

"You know, I'd like to be put on exhibition and be 
spread eagle with a nice fat black dick in my pussy, and 
another one fucking my face while all of you enjoy the 
show. Wouldn't it be great for Rick to have his wife 
have some black masters? Gosh, the possibilities are 
endless. Can you imagine me having a cunt full of black 
seed right here and now?"

"Righ....he..now?" John said in a half stupor. 

Pet thought this was getting fun, having John all to 
herself, and being able to shove the truth right in his 
face without him knowing it. "In his face without 
knowing it?" she thought to herself. Hmmmm. Pet was 
actually as turned on as Kat and Rick, but didn't dare 
let any of them see or feel her cum filled pussy. She 
decided to get off on John while he was barely awake, 
and crawled on top of him, straddling his face with her 
cunt, and lowering her head to suck his cock at the same 
time. She settled into a nice sixty-nine and continued 
her story, all the time rubbing her hairless pussy lips 
over John's face and feeling his tongue probing her well 
fucked hole. As she told her story in the most brutally 
vivid terms, her pussy flowed, re-wetting sticky goo 
that filled her earlier in the day. The more she 
imagined her feeding the black sperm to John, the harder 
she sucked on his cock, holding the base to gain every 
ounce of stiffness she could extract. Pet murmured 
details of feeling stretched and probed, of acting the 
part of the white slut and loving it, and then finishing 
by describing how she fantasized about being put on 
display by her lovers, and spreading wide to show Rick 
how she was being seeded with black sperm. Her own words 
painted a picture so vivid that a surprise burst forth 
into her mouth as John let loose a hot load of jism. The 
sudden taste immediately brought back the taste of all 
the semen she had been forced to swallow from the black 
fuck tools, and she climaxed hard on John's face. Pet 
doesn't exactly squirt, but produces enough female cum 
to let her partner know, and this time it was mixed with 
black man's spunk. John lapped up the mixture as she 
squealed her delight, seeing stars from the intensity of 
her orgasm. Sucking and coming at the same time, she 
relived the last two days, blanking out everything 
around her.

Pet and John lay together in silence for about an hour 
before she slipped out of bed and into her clothes. She 
was thinking of Rick and Kat, and thought that she had 
given enough time for Kat to collect on her bet. In a 
quiet voice, Pet whispered across the room to John, "You 
were good, John. Even with a bad back." To her shock, 
she heard him answer in a clear voice, "Sounds like you 
were too." Again she flushed, wondering if she had just 
given away her deepest secret, or if this was merely a 
split moment of consciousness. She didn't dare to take 
the chance of finding out, and slipped out the door and 
down the street.

Pet slipped in the front door of her house, being extra 
quiet on the chance she would come across something 
interesting. Most of the dinner was left on the table, 
obviously being abandon for more important things. It 
wasn't hard to tell where the action was taking place, 
as moans emanated from the master bedroom, and she 
quietly made her way down the hall.

Curiosity overcame her now wet conscience, and an 
immediate flood of suspicion pushed her into peeking 
through the open doorway. Pet heard a familiar sound of 
passion emerging from the king size bed, and, as she 
rounded the corner, her heart pounded while she watched 
Rick fucking Kat mercilessly on their marital bed. Her 
legs were resting on his shoulders as he slid his rod in 
and out of Kat's pussy. Pet stood unable to move at the 
sight of her thrusting up to slap his balls against her 
ass. Like a zombie she stood there in silent wonder at 
the sight of her own husband balling her best friend. 

Pet could hear the familiar moans of Rick's climax from 
across the room, and she knew full well what he was 
feeling at that moment. A few seconds later came the 
groans from Kat as Rick let go a load deep inside her 
woman hole. Although her heart sank in realizing that 
Kat's vaginal tract was being spewed with pulse after 
pulse of hot cum from her husband, she continued to 
watch in fascination of the wondrous coupling. Her own 
pussy had been the recipient of many hot loads in the 
last two days, and it was only fair that Rick and Kat 
could enjoy the same feelings. After all, she thought, 
she had committed the ultimate act of adultery without 
Rick's consent, and this was nothing to match her depth 
of involvement in debauchery. Saving herself for a 
wonderful life with Rick, she had gone overboard with 
her new freedoms, and not only had gotten herself raped, 
but now was involved in protecting her black lovers, her 
black masters. 

Pet silently slipped back down the hallway, knowing that 
this would be an all night affair. Upon returning to 
John, she found him sound asleep, so she merely got 
naked and slipped into bed beside him. Pressing her body 
against his, she felt their mutual heat mingle, and 
drifted off to much needed sleep as she thought of her 
husband and best friend fucking their brains out.




Pet Project
(chapter 6)


"You're not who I expected," said John upon opening his 
eyes to see Pet staring at the ceiling. "But, I have no 
complaints. Ahhhh..." he moaned while trying to turn 
over. Then, assuring Pet that he was just stiff, he 
added, "How did you end up here?"

Surprised, Pet asked, "You don't remember?"

"The last thing I remember is being at your house after 
one hot story, then passing out after you took me home. 
I had some nice dreams, one of you and me sixty-nining, 
but that's where it ended. No details to remember."

Pet counted her blessings again, and wrote off John's 
clear response to momentary coincidence. She explained 
that Kat and Rick had spent the night together, so she 
decided not to disturb them by coming back to spend the 
night here. After the short exchange, Pet got up and 
helped John with his clothes. Time to visit the old 
homestead, and see what damage had been done. It was 
still fairly early when they hobbled down the street and 
entered Pet's house. Rick was showering while Kat was 
busy making coffee. She was humming a tune, obviously 
pleased with her night's performance. The three settled 
on the patio and shook off the effects of sleep with 
that first jolt of caffeine before Rick joined them.

"Good morning sleepy head," said Pet.

"Oh, I wouldn't exactly call it sleepy," Kat jumped in 
before Rick could respond.

"Okay, okay. I can see where this is going. Let me ask, 
who's plan was this anyway? Not that I'm complaining, 
mind you, I'm just mildly curious. I figure it must be a 
plan, since I have a strange lack of guilt," Rick said.

Maybe Rick wasn't feeling guilty, but Pet was feeling 
very little relief, and was still tensed up from the 
twisted scheme she managed to get involved in. "Well, 
actually there was this side bet that led to something 
that we figured was going to eventually happen anyway, 
and we were fooling around at the time, when it seemed 
to fit the stories that were progressing quite well, 
and, well, Kat, wouldn't you say that was about it?" Pet 
burst in one confusing statement.

"Yeah, that about wraps it up. More coffee anyone?" 
chimed Kat.

"Now wait a minute," John piped. "Just to set the record 
straight, would I be too presumptuous in saying that my 
wife just spent the night screwing my friend, Rick? Or 
should I try more explicit terms?"

The three others looked at each other, then at John, all 
with very innocent faces when Pet responded, "Anyone for 
cinnamon roles?" and she jumped up heading for the 
kitchen. As she passed John, she patted him on the head 
and whispered, "I wasn't the one with the back problem." 
Secretly, Pet was pleased that she had a night for her 
pussy to recover, and now she was ready to put her plan 
in motion.

Of course, nothing so significant as having your spouse 
fuck your best friend could be passed off lightly, so 
the conversation continued all morning with every one 
teasing and talking about what would happen next. One 
thing was for sure, John wanted to catch up with Kat and 
Rick, and no one objected, including Pet. She put on a 
good show talking about her excitement of getting John 
in bed when his back healed, but her mind was really on 
two black men who were building up for her return on 
Tuesday. It seemed funny how easy going they all were 
about what had just happened, but, then again, they 
weren't exactly virgins with each other, having done 
plenty of oral sex up to this point. However, actual 
intercourse was another thing, and the fascination of 
stepping over the proverbial line kept the tongues 
wagging until early afternoon.

Pet could see the conversation waning, and she knew that 
her plan included bigger things. Perhaps the best time 
to force the issue was among friends, so she popped the 
question about the new boat. Rick was stunned at the 
proposal, and simply refused at first, but the prodding 
of his guest advised him to strike while the iron was 
hot. Grinning in triumph, Rick agreed to start serious 
shopping the following week, but was inspired when Pet 
suggested he start immediately. She said that she had a 
story to complete for her publisher who was expecting a 
document on Tuesday, and that she really needed the time 
to develop the text. Everyone joked that she ought to 
write down the story she verbalized the night before, 
and, to their amazement, she informed them that's 
exactly what Trisha was looking for. Actually, Trisha 
had said that it was sort of an experiment to "test the 
waters" on some willing critics. Kat said that it 
sounded like fun and offered to help, while Rick and 
John made plans to spend the afternoon cruising for 
cruisers.

After cleaning up, Kat followed Pet to the patio where 
they collaborated on the story Pet was to provide. Pet 
explained that Trisha and Sandy had wanted the story to 
launch a sister publication aimed at the triple X market 
instead of the R rated material found in the grocery 
store. She made up the story that the demand was 
actually higher than anyone thought, and the time for 
market entry was prime, only they were lacking material. 
Pet said she was pleased to be asked for the new style, 
since she was unanimously selected by the company as the 
writer with the most potential for producing this type 
of material.

"Well, sounds like your well on your way to a wild 
story," said Kat. "By the way, where DID you come up 
with that story line?"

Pet flushed, but kept it together saying, "Sandy....it 
was actually Sandy who suggested the outline, then we 
all talked a little more about it. I actually fleshed 
out most of it in my mind while driving back yesterday."

Kat told her friend to keep those thoughts, and they set 
off to writing a jewel of a tale. The women were getting 
off on describing minute details of sexual intercourse 
from quite a different point of view. Gone were the 
references to romance, and in their place were in your 
face descriptions of hard fucking and sucking. Every 
fantasy that Pet and Kat could imagine was put on paper, 
only guided by Pet's actual experiences. Pet said that 
she wanted to stay close to her original script, and 
anything that was extra would be saved for future 
stories. That seemed to placate Kat, who worked side by 
side with her friend to prompt her for more and more 
details of the story.

Pet and Kat worked on the story for two days, feeling 
that they had an excellent product for the publisher. On 
Monday afternoon, Pet surprised Kat by telling her that 
she was going to meet Trisha and Sandy at the beach 
house the next day to go over the material. She was 
fearful that Kat would be slighted if she wasn't invited 
along, but made the excuse that she really wanted to see 
Trisha's reaction alone, and, if it was good, then she 
would invite her the next time around. Kat helped the 
situation by making the excuse that she had extra duty 
at the prison anyway, and that she would just wait for 
the results.

It was amazing that the story actually got written, 
since Rick was constantly badgering her with boat 
brochures and wanting her to come with him to pass 
judgement. Much to his surprise, she said that she was 
on a deadline, and that she would go along with anything 
he wanted, which turned out to be a fatal mistake. On 
Monday evening, Rick announced that he found the boat of 
his dreams, something that would not only be perfect for 
fishing, but Pet would also live in the lap of luxury 
sunbathing on the deck of the cabin cruiser. Fully 
equipped with auxiliary sail, a smooth internal diesel 
was capable of pushing the massive unit in anything from 
a light breeze to a chasing hurricane. Barely two years 
old, it sported a coverable rear deck, galley and fairly 
spacious sleeping quarters that would accommodate up to 
eight people.

"Rick!" Pet came unglued, "that's about twenty grand 
more than we budgeted! It's out of the question."

"Now, now, honey, it may be a little more than expected, 
but it's getting a complete reconditioning from a very 
reputable dealer, and I'm sure we can make up the 
difference in no time. Besides, I have a lead on 
something that will give us the extra in very short 
notice, and we only have to sacrifice a week's worth of 
time."

Pet responded very skeptically, "I don't know....what 
kind of lead?"
"Oh, I can't tell you until I have more details, but 
it's a very lucrative deal that I'm sure you'll get as 
much fun out of it as I will. Just trust me on this one. 
Okay?" Rick insisted.

Pet agreed, but was almost frantic at the turn of events 
in her life. Not only were they suddenly in deep debt, 
but she was inextricably involved in harboring criminals 
who were using her as a personal sex slave. A personal 
white housewife sex slave to two black masters bent on 
ownership of her devotion to their sexing sessions. Sad 
part about it was that Pet was becoming addicted to the 
thought and couldn't keep her mind off of the 
possibilities. Thinking of possibilities, Pet took the 
opportunity to inform Rick that she had to meet her 
publisher at the beach house to go over new material, 
and that she would return the next day. Rick was 
oblivious to her short trip, and went back to burying 
himself in details of the boat purchase.

~~

Tuesday morning welcomed a bright eyed and bushy-tailed 
Pet. She could hardly sleep the night before, thinking 
of her next session with Carl and Josh. Dressed only in 
shorts, sandals and a tank top, she flew down the 
highway to make sure she was punctual. As luck would 
have it, the roads were clear, and she made the trip in 
record time, arriving about twenty minutes early. When 
she drove up, she noticed two strange cars in the drive, 
but no unusual activity.

With a small duffle, brief case and laptop in arm, she 
walked up to the front door and politely knocked, not 
wanting to upset the men with a surprise entry. The door 
flung open, and she was greeted by a rather large black 
man who introduced himself as Darden. She recognized the 
name from Josh's reference to their previous business 
partner. Darden was a polite, but firm man who had a 
similar dark skin color to his friends. He greeted Pet 
with a broad smile and friendly tone as he stepped onto 
the front deck. He informed her that he was pleased with 
the group's new location, and that they had invited 
several new clients to join them.

"What kind of clients?" asked Pet who was noticeably 
nervous. "I thought this was only between Carl, Josh and 
I."

"After they called, we talked it over and decided that 
the time was right to go back into business. Of course, 
we have to rebuild our clientele, and the best way of 
doing that is to offer references....like you." He took 
the items she was carrying, then dropped a bombshell. 
"As a matter of fact, they're in there right now 
watching your video. By the way, you really look good on 
film, but I can't wait to get a piece of you myself."

Pet went white thinking that someone was actually 
watching her film of wild sucking and fucking the two 
black men inside. She was reminded in an instant that 
she was not the one in control over this situation, but 
was their plaything who was willingly lured into a web 
of secrecy.

"Now, while my friends watch part of this film, there's 
one thing we want you to do before coming in. It's not 
polite for a blonde housewife slut to wear clothes in 
the presence of her black masters, so please leave your 
clothes in the car. Then you may enter." Darden had to 
remind Pet of the many other tapes and material that was 
ready to be mailed before she got the message and 
obediently began to strip. The road was relatively 
quiet, and the house was partially shielded from sight. 
Pet stripped quickly, gathered her clothes, and made a 
rapid trip to and from her car. It was shaping up to be 
a hot humid day, and by she completed her nude dash, her 
skin was shining from a thin veil of sweat. Darden made 
her stand on the deck for what seemed like generations, 
but, in fact, was only about thirty seconds. Her overall 
tan and neatly shaved pussy were accentuated by the 
naturally space between her legs. Blonde as a bombshell, 
bare as a baby, and totally naked for her entrance, she 
was finally allowed inside.

Pet could hear the video playing in the family room with 
sounds of moaning, groaning and climaxing replaying the 
moments of her black sexing. Immediately, Carl turned 
the corner and greeted her, asking for the manuscript. 
She had almost forgotten, but dug into her case to 
extract the finished document. Darden took the story 
into the other room as Carl explained.

"After we told our clients of your literary skills, and 
that you were writing a story of our time together, they 
insisted on reading the material as soon as it was 
available. Of course, they didn't believe that it was 
all true, and they said they required proof. Well, what 
better proof but your marvelous video."

Pet was standing the foyer naked, straining to hear 
voices, but all she could make out was that they were 
female. "You brought women here, to my house, and are 
showing them film of me and you?"

"What do you expect? We don't fuck men, and we're open 
to women of all walks of life who might enjoy our 
services. We informed them that you were one of our best 
clients, and that you liked to live out everything 
before putting it on paper. We'll introduce you later, 
after they've had a chance to review your story. But for 
now, you're needed in the bedroom. Josh and I have some 
balls that need draining." His voice was commanding, and 
melted any resistance Pet may have had. She was 
incredibly turned on by her situation and padded down 
the short hall to the bedroom where she saw the king 
size bed stripped and ready for action. Moments later, 
the two were joined by Josh as the two black men started 
stripping. Pet watched as the black skin was uncovered, 
and combined with the sounds of her consensual rape from 
the video, her pussy was overflowing with juice in 
anticipation of being stuffed with black meat.

She was flung onto the bed, and, as Josh went down on 
her smooth cunt, Carl straddled her head, dangling his 
large ball sack over her lips, and commanding her to 
make him hard. It wasn't but a few moments before Carl 
was rock hard, and slapping his black bat at Pet's face. 
The men flipped her over onto her hands and knees, and, 
as Pet bent over to take his massive prick to her mouth, 
Carl leaned back. With two small white hands, she raised 
the jet-black snake to her pink lips. It only took the 
touch of her hand to keep him rock hard, and, with one 
hand she held the steely black rod to her face and 
kissed the bulbous head, flicking her tongue into his 
pee slit. Her other hand took hold of his massive black 
ball sack, and lovingly massaged the two peach sized 
globes. As she coaxed the warm cum filled balls, she 
continued to insert her small wet tongue into his slit, 
tasting the pre cum that flowed from the end. The man's 
frenzy was taken a step further when she allowed her 
pink lips to encircle the head, sucking him inside her 
mouth. She knew how she would be running her tongue 
under his shaft, across the sensitive gland that would 
cause him to cum. Pet also knew that she would welcome 
him deep into her throat, holding off on breathing as he 
penetrated down her esophagus. Although Pet was 
oblivious, several sets of eyes watched in amazement as 
she plunged his massive cock full length into her 
throat, and held her chin against his balls. The small 
blonde head of this housewife being stuffed by the black 
meat of a large man was an incredible sight. Her white 
skinned body, glistening with sweat sat before the dark 
statue nude and impaled as she was force-fed the man's 
pee stick. 

Pet finally broke her suction grip, and fell back onto 
the cushions, satisfied that Carl was ready to fuck her. 
Spreading wide for the insertion, she lifted her legs 
providing a good clear and hairless target for the 
donkey size dick. Carl needed no invitation; in fact, 
nothing could keep him from driving full length into 
Pet's white cunt, spreading her pussy lips with his dark 
member. She was so wet that it only took two or three 
strokes for him to bottom out. As she looked up with her 
green eyes, she knew that he was in for a surprise, 
since he had only buried nine inches into her. As he 
pushed, she could feel the huge smooth prick head 
against her cervical opening, and prepared to be fully 
invaded. Carl showed disappointment at bottoming out 
with three inches left to go, but was astounded when she 
kept thrusting. Pet locked her legs over the powerful 
black ass muscles and kept pulling on his ass cheeks 
with both hands. Unbelieving, Carl kept thrusting his 
huge bat into her tiny slit at her insistence. Then, 
without warning, she closed her eyes, threw back her 
blonde head and yelled, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me you 
black bastard!" At the same time, she thrust up hard 
with her pelvis, pulled back with both hands, and forced 
his massive black tool through her cervix and into her 
uterus. Carl grunted with true animal instinct, reacting 
to a feeling of incredible tightness surrounding his 
baby maker. He was now inside, buried to the hilt, black 
balls resting against her asshole, and making short 
rapid thrusts as his entire twelve inches stretched her 
baby cavity. 

"Pump me...pump me with seed. Fuck my white 
pussy....empty your balls over my eggs. C'mon, fill me 
with cream and make me pregnant, you son-of-a-bitch!" 
Pet was screaming uncontrollably as she was being fucked 
unmercifully by this black man. Her small white 
housewife body that had mothered two children was being 
ravaged by a stranger, intent on impregnating her. Her 
white breasts were heaving with stiff nipples under the 
shadow of her dark skinned stud, platinum blonde locks 
and creamy white skin straining to be the picture of 
indecency and sloppy whorish lust. Pet kept bucking 
against the black invader until he stiffened, and those 
watching could see his big balls swell to stretch the 
skin of his ball sack. One final plunge and the balls 
began pumping their precious potent seed into her, 
flooding her with life giving baby seed, black baby seed 
not meant for this small white body. Pulse after pulse 
of hot cream flowed into her uterus, filling it with 
fresh semen. She could feel the heat of the fluid as it 
hit against the walls of her inner chamber, covering her 
eggs. Pet moaned with the realization that there wasn't 
a chance in hell that she wasn't once again pregnant. 
Only this time it was with a strange black baby, small 
and just forming as it was. This made her wild with 
lust, wild with animalistic passion, and wild to be seen 
as the slut she was. Carl collapsed on her small figure, 
keeping himself buried deep within her slit as they both 
came crashing back to earth. 

After waiting about 30 seconds, Darden started a slow 
singular applause, startling the pair who awoke from 
their revere, and looked up, still in position on the 
big mattress. Pet's half-open eyes grew wide and froze 
as the other observers joined in the applause. The 
clapping rang in her ears and her heart was stunned 
motionless as she locked eyes with Trisha and Sandy who 
were standing not six feet away, and beginning to join 
in the applause. It was difficult for anyone to say who 
was the most surprised, but as Pet lay there with legs 
spread and a hot cunt full of black cream stemmed by a 
black cock, she saw the smile flow over Trisha's face 
who was the first to speak as she continued her 
clapping.

"Wow, girl! If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I never 
would have believed it! Now I know where you get your 
material."

"Trish, I...I... I can explain," said Pet panicking.

"Now, now, you just lie there and calm down. Darden 
explained everything to us when he called, but we didn't 
believe him. That's when he invited us to see for 
ourselves. You were great, kid."

Darden piped in, "That's right, Pet, since we're 
partners, the best part of advertising is personal 
experience. Trisha and Sandy, here, were 
thrilled....shocked, but thrilled that you were taking 
the new stories so seriously. When I took the liberty of 
phoning them, they jumped at the chance to get your new 
material, and really couldn't wait to see the real you. 
I think they're genuinely pleased. Am I right, ladies?"

Sandy was sweating with excitement as she said, 
"Pleased? Ecstatic would be more like it! Pet you are 
phenomenal. And your video.... Have we been keeping 
secrets or what? And your new business...we can't wait 
to hear more about the details. Trisha and I have been 
commenting on how this could be the best thing to hit 
Florida since the fountain of youth. And we definitely 
want more details on the insemination service you plan 
to offer."

"Really," chimed Trisha who was now sitting on the bed 
next to Pet. "I still can't believe that our racy little 
housewife author actually arranges for other housewives 
to get their taste of black sexing...even impregnation 
services."

Darden spoke, "Yep, Pet's our regular little poster 
child. But, like I said before, she insists on actually 
doing everything she writes about. She says that puts 
more fire into the story. Isn't that right, my little 
slut? She loves being called slut, it turns her on."

Pet's confidence came as a surprise to her as she heard 
herself say, "I guess he's said it all, being the 
managing partner and all." Darden smiled at hearing her. 
"So what about the story? First, is it going to work, 
and, if it does, we have to restructure my contract. 
These are going to be a bit pricier than the others as 
you can imagine." She again surprised herself by 
bartering for a higher fee while lying on her back with 
a black dick in her pussy.

"Listen, if the product is as good as this first one, 
we're going to have a long steady and fruitful 
relationship. Name your terms, and we'll talk. Besides, 
I can't wait to see it complete with the picture set."

"Picture set?"

"Of course, that's another reason why we invited Trisha 
and Sandy here...to watch while we create some photo 
sets to go along with the stories," Darden explained. "I 
took the liberty of telling them that you wanted 
pictures to insert into the story text to entice the 
reader's mind with some eye candy. Today and tomorrow we 
plan on shooting some fine footage that's going to knock 
the socks off of some very excited women. And their 
husbands. Besides, the business needs material if our ad 
campaign is going to draw as we expect. You ready to get 
started?" Pet nodded and Carl drew his member from her 
cunt. A popping sound followed by a stream of white cum 
made Trisha and Sandy draw in their breadth as they 
stared at the interracial coupling.

Josh spoke casually, "Ladies, you expressed some 
interest in participating, or at least trying our 
services. We did say we were discreet, so now's your 
opportunity of a lifetime. What do you say?"

"Well..... I don't know if....."

Pet surprised herself for the third time in five minutes 
by saying, "Oh, come on, girls. I'm sure that today will 
change your lives forever, and besides, you don't want 
me to be the only one with a full pussy. Actually, I can 
use this in some stories, and, since our secret's out, I 
kind of fantasize about seeing you two stretched with a 
nice thick black dick." Her words seemed to come from 
someone else, as she sprang out of bed and led the way 
into the main room. 

The men had already set up the lights and camera 
equipment that Darden had brought. Pet instructed the 
other women to get comfortable by stripping while she 
fixed drinks for everyone. She was parched, and the 
drinks would serve two purposes, one, to slack her 
thirst, and, two, to calm her nerves as she embarked on 
a new photo session of interracial intercourse with her 
friends. Trisha and Sandy removed their clothes and, 
standing naked, were immediately approached by the three 
black men who lovingly ran their massive hands over 
their white skin. The men knew what to expect, but the 
women were shocked at how easy it was to melt under the 
touch of the forbidden act. Their taboo was being 
broken, and their own secrets were about to begin.

Trisha was a stunning brunette with big eyes, neatly 
cropped hair, smooth skin, and a terrific figure. Sandy 
was the epitome of all American girl, complete with long 
blonde hair, full lips and not an ounce of fat on her. 
Both women were the kind that would be perfectly 
stunning at a cocktail party, but would be the last ones 
any person would imagine having interracial intercourse. 
It was that quality that made many men nervous around 
them, and suggested an air of innocent femininity that 
no one wanted to break. They were often left alone 
because of their untouchable appearance, a quality that 
frustrated them at times, leaving them fantasizing about 
being taken like an obedient woman. Their fantasies 
drove their imaginations to create fantastic images that 
their loyal readers gobbled up like treats. Now it was 
their turns to go out on the thin limbs where the fruit 
was, and enjoy some real life.

"Good. Just in time," said Darden as a car pulled into 
the driveway. The guys are here for the shoot, and we'll 
need every extra inch of dick to keep those cunts 
flowing with cream. Pet noticed two more black men 
heading for the house, and thought to herself that this 
was going to be a day to remember. Not only would she 
remember it, but it would be recorded for the world to 
buy, and she was the star.

~~

The main room of the beach house had been converted into 
a studio, complete with professional equipment and 
several different settings for photo shoots. Continuous 
pops of light came in rapid fire as Josh caught the 
action of Pet and two black men. She was moving from 
pose to pose as Josh talked to them constantly. "Ok, 
now, show us what you got! C'mon baby, use that body. 
Wiggle that ass. Yeah that's it! Good tongue 
action....oooh, yeah let's see that pee hole licked. 
Yeah, baby, now hold that one. Good...." The blonde 
headed housewife and her new fuck sisters had really 
done themselves up nicely, and their hair was perfect, 
and their makeup was just right to exude that soft 
innocence.

Pet was in the middle of two black men, slowly moving 
from one sex position to another, and pausing to get the 
best angle for the camera. She was on her knees, 
thrusting her ass up to meet the monster cock in her 
pussy, and had her mouth and tiny hands around a big 
black pole in front of her face. Everything was going in 
slow motion as she moved, not caring so much about 
getting fucked as she was about getting the best photos 
of her penetrations. The others stood silently to watch 
the show as the camera popped its light to catch the 
cock just before insertion, then as it was entering her 
white slit, followed at rapid succession as the massive 
piece of black meat invaded Pet's cunt until two black 
balls were resting on her pussy lips. The shaft impaling 
her was every bit a foot long, and the intensely black 
pole stretched her vaginal opening on every slow stroke. 
The cock in her mouth was an even match for the one in 
her cunt, making it difficult for her to engulf the 
entire thing, but not impossible. She was a master in 
sausage swallowing, and took pride in lodging huge black 
pricks in her throat while looking up in her lover's 
eyes with her emerald greens. Her neatly cropped 
platinum bob framed her soft face and green eyes as her 
cheeks bulged with black meat. Not missing a trick, 
ample opportunity was taken to suck the man's ball sack, 
and to mouth each globe individually. As this was being 
done, she raised one leg for the camera to get a good 
clear shot of the black dong fucking her bald pussy. 
Occasionally, she would stop, redirect the action, then 
continue with the action.

The whole scene was moving in slow motion as they 
watched Pet fucking and sucking these two incredibly 
black men's pricks. The innocent white housewife and her 
two dark skinned lovers were performing in the middle of 
the padded floor of the living room. Josh was moving 
around them like a referee at a wrestling match, but was 
tethered to the cable connecting the camera to the power 
source. Pet was being captured on several hundred frames 
of film as she moved in a smooth free flowing dream of 
pure taboo sex.

Josh was bolstering the "company's" collection of photos 
depicting white women having sex with black men, and 
Darden had invited two male models to take turns fucking 
the women. The men jumped at the chance to pork the 
blonde, and help their friend out in the process. After 
all, they might very well throw extra work their way in 
the future, and this wasn't exactly heavy duty work.

As the action was driving to the exciting climax, they 
continued to watch Pet's performance, and sip on drinks 
that she had prepared as part of her duties. The shoot 
was literally coming to an end, and Josh was directing 
the final shots. "Now, why don't we get a good facial 
first, followed by a pool of cum on your back." 

Pet broke off to say, "I like the facial, but the cum on 
my back doesn't tell a strong enough story."

"Okay, we'll work with it, but for now let's get that 
prick to explode in your face."

"In my mouth, you mean," she giggled, and began by 
licking from the man's asshole, up around his nut sack, 
and on to completely cover his huge black shaft that she 
continued to pump with her hand. By the time she reached 
the bulbous head, the man was ready to explode, so Pet 
tipped her head back, opened her mouth wide, stuck out 
her tongue as far as possible, and gazed up with those 
bright green eyes. She kept pumping the huge tool, 
giving the appearance that the white girl was feeding 
herself from the fountain of black seed. Within seconds, 
gobs of thick hot semen were spewing from the black rod, 
and the camera snapped like a machine gun catching the 
white ropes as they flew through the air to her pretty 
face. I must say that the man had both excellent aim and 
a plentiful supply, for the first gusher splashed evenly 
from her upper lip, across her nose, and puddled in one 
eye. The following spurts landed purrfectly on her 
waiting tongue, creating a pool of hot spunk ready for 
her to swallow. She held the pose like a trooper while 
the black sausage emptied its contents on her face. A 
final broad smile was all the still camera had left to 
capture, and she finally savored the hot cum before 
swallowing her prize.

Pet was laughing almost uncontrollably at the facial she 
just received. Her laugh was so infectious that the 
others joined her. She was laughing so hard that she was 
half choking in the process, but that made her image all 
the more exciting and innocent. In between gasps for 
air, Pet blurted, "Good God, man! How long have you been 
saving up? Or, better yet, where have you been all my 
life?" It seemed her whole body relaxed as she was 
enjoying her cum bath, and the group watched as this 
pretty blonde girl sat nude, cross legged in front of 
this huge black cock swinging in her face. Her sweaty 
tits, bald snatch, and bright blue eyes were framed in 
her blonde hair. Pet also mused that she was one wife 
who was acting so freely wanton in front of every one, 
not a care in the world, and also wondered how many men 
would be jacking off to her pictures.

Pet stopped only briefly to wipe the cum from her eye 
with her finger, licked its dripping contents, then 
said, "Let's get the next one shooting directly into my 
pussy. I'll hold it open while he jacks off into me." 
She immediately spun around on her back, rolled up onto 
her shoulders, and reached with both hands to open her 
pussy and provide a nice gaping hole. She kept falling 
forward, so Sandy retrieved a bean bag chair, and 
stuffed it under her back to prop her up so she could 
relax and concentrate on holding her pussy open. 

"Ooh! Thanks, sweetie. Enjoying yourself?" she said 
beaming from ear to cum soaked ear.

"Immensely," she retorted as she smiled and moved back 
allowing the action to continue. 

Josh stepped up close to the action, and they all 
followed to watch. The man yanked on his massive tool 
until his nuts contracted and he announced his impending 
climax. As Pet looked up from her contorted position, 
she pulled on her pussy lips, opening the entrance to 
her baby chute. The camera again picked up its pace to 
rapid fire, and caught the streams of semen as they 
burst forth from the big black prick and flew directly 
into Pet's vagina. She had been reamed enough that her 
hole was a clear open shot, and the man proceeded to 
empty his balls into her awaiting orifice. The hot white 
goo was injected into her gaping pussy with some pretty 
strong shots, and she moaned aloud as she felt its heat 
inside her body. Pulse after pulse, jet after jet of 
sticky thick cum blasted her between the legs, and soon 
came to overflow her cavern. 

"Now, push it in me!" she gasped her last command, and 
the huge black penis was plunged into her small white 
body, forcing much of the cum into her uterus and the 
rest forced out around the crammed opening. Pet closed 
her eyes and groaned at the sensation of feeling the 
warm black baby seed being forced into her egg chamber, 
and the man held the base of his cock so its stiffness 
would make a formidable piston. It was fairly obvious 
that Pet climaxed easily while being pumped, but saved 
her multiple orgasms for later. Her soft white skin 
against his dark black body was truly a magnificent 
ending to which they all applauded, while Trisha gasped 
as she continued to finger her clit.

"Whew! Well, that got ME hot," said Sandy to no one in 
particular.

"Good," answered Josh, "Let's all take a break while I 
reload and get set up for the next session. Darden, are 
you ready?"

Darden was more than willing as Sandy had already helped 
him with his hard on. Pet's two lovers lifted her from 
the floor, and she came over to Trisha after accepting a 
drink from Sandy, her eyes noticing Carl's erection. 
"Sorry, sweetheart... but, you'll have to wait your 
turn." Then her face brightened, "But I've got an idea, 
why don't you jack off into one of the glasses and save 
it up. I'll drink it for you later, and I'm sure 
everyone would like to see that, especially if I get 
other contributions!" She shook her blonde head up and 
down excitedly, extracting an affirmation from Carl. 
Sandy couldn't contain herself, and insisted that it was 
her turn for some black sexing. Darden was her man, and 
she led him over to the center area, swinging her white 
ass sexily all the way. Pet smirked while she took a 
drink, and looked to see Trisha's reaction. "I'll bet 
you can't wait to get fucked like that little bitch!" 
she retorted.

"Yeah, and you'll lick his balls and both our assholes 
while you do it!" Trisha threw back at Pet defiantly. 
They both got a good laugh, but kept focused on their 
fuck sister who sunk to her knees, threw back her long 
blond hair, and clasped her small white hands around the 
huge slab of black meat staring her in the face. Sandy 
was a young expert at sucking cock, and she especially 
enjoyed making a big show of it by starting at the very 
bottom of the man's ball sack and working her way up. 
She didn't fail to have a stiff cock to suck by the time 
she reached the top, and she was rewarded with a large 
bulbous head ready to bulge her cheeks. Her creamy skin 
was in stark contrast to the shining dick as her small 
tongue snaked its way up the jet black tube, covering it 
in saliva and flicking the rather large pee hole at the 
end. Before she knew it, the camera was flashing once 
again as Josh was back at it, recording the actions of 
the white slut housewife and her black lover. 

Even though Pet had been freshly fucked, and her cunt 
was still oozing black seed, she never lost interest in 
watching Sandy get laid. In fact, she seemed fascinated 
with every drip of pre-cum that Sandy managed to 
extract, and had soon nuzzled herself across the laps of 
the black studs she had just fucked. Pet's pearl white 
body lounged nude, pressing against the black men's 
skin, as all three sat on the sofa sipping drinks as if 
watching TV. The men were leisurely pawing at Pet's body 
parts as she soaked up the attention and looking up into 
their eyes on occasion. Trisha just sat back in the 
overstuffed chair, and fingered her clit at the whole 
scene as expected.

Sandy was really good at posing with a monster black 
dick in her mouth. In contrast to Pet's short bob style 
hair and platinum coloring, Sandy's hair was a light 
golden blond, straight, and reached to the small of her 
back. Combined with bangs, her blue eyes created the 
perfect picture of child rape as she knelt before this 
big black man and sucked his penis. Several shots 
stopped with a black ball in her mouth, then tongue 
rapped around the shaft, followed by several close ups 
of that same delicate tongue invading the hole that 
spewed forth the man's pee and cum. A great deal of the 
overall effect came from her eyes which she used to peer 
innocently up toward the camera lens as if it was the 
man looking down. 

Sandy thought that her favorite among the shots of her 
giving head would be those with the big pole in her 
mouth. She considered herself quite good at throating a 
cock, and Trisha seconded the opinion of her employee. 
Sandy first stretched her mouth wide to accept as much 
of the black meat as possible, then grabbed Darden's ass 
cheeks which she pulled toward her face. The insertion 
bulged her cheeks, and the picture of little white girl 
innocence was really quite beautiful as she knelt with 
long flowing blond hair, and sucking on this black man's 
donkey size prick.

Pet leaned forward with interest and directed what Sandy 
was to do next. Sandy lay on her back on several 
overstuffed pillows to bring her head up to crotch 
height on Darden. She then thrust her breasts up and 
laid her head way back to accept his cock as he 
approached her from the top. Sandy slurped in the 
massive black tool, placed her hands once again on his 
ass cheeks, and pulled his cock down her throat. This 
was the part that Pet liked to watch, for the girl was 
literally forcing herself to be throat fucked, deep 
throat fucked! The thick piece of cock was slowly 
disappearing on every stroke, and with seeming ease, was 
sliding its entire 11 inches down her gullet. The huge 
snake had inserted its entire length, and the set of 
peach sized black balls came to rest on Sandy's small 
turned up nose. She held the pose for several seconds, 
allowing Josh to snap several good shots, then repeated 
the maneuver over and over. Trisha noticed Pet leaning 
up on one elbow, holding a drink in her left hand, and 
intently watching the display. She also noticed that she 
had her left leg lifted up by one of the black men who 
was leisurely sliding his stiff black tool into her 
pussy. She kept watching her protege, sipping her drink, 
while casually getting fucked on the couch in the 
process. Trisha thought to herself, "Well, I guess this 
is what we came for," and she didn't know how right she 
was.

"Oh, yeah, Sandy! Suck that thing," Pet encouraged as 
the young girl complied with frenzied pride.

As much of a stud that Darden was, he was no match for 
Sandy's ministrations, and he yelled some obscenity as 
he literally exploded down her throat. Sandy took 
advantage of his mistake, and held him buried to full 
length as he shot his sperm directly into her belly. The 
camera couldn't adequately capture how her throat bulged 
on each pulse, but we all could see her muscles expand 
when the jets of cum spewed into her. With no chance to 
swallow, she just accepted the injections of the hot 
semen, and only after four or five hard spurts did she 
back off to allow some of the spunk to puddle in her 
mouth. Her expertise was heretofore unknown, but was a 
truly extraordinary and amazing treat to watch. Sandy 
gasped for air as the black meat was extracted from her 
lips, and one cough allowed a spittle of cum to escape 
her lips. All five black men were in awe, and Pet could 
only watch through her own climactic haze as the little 
girl climaxed, getting her third injection of black seed 
in her pussy since she had arrived. Carl caught his 
ejaculation in his glass, and Pet caught the ejaculate 
of the man fucking her in her cunt. 

Sandy made every bit as beautiful a picture as Pet, 
sitting up with her long blond hair, holding the big 
black cock by the base, and cleaning it with her tongue. 
This, the camera was able to catch, and she worked it 
well. However, she was terribly disappointed with the 
fact that she was working herself up to orgasm, but 
didn't have the chance to come. I think both Pet and 
Trisha could tell by her jittery movements that she 
needed release, and in a hurry. The girls wanted the day 
to be full of black sexing, orgasms, and men who would 
take them at will at any time. Of course they had no 
reason to doubt this arrangement because of their very 
good looks and the taboo nature of their offering. 
Seldom does a beautiful white woman give herself freely 
to a black man, but three white women giving themselves 
freely to any group of black men for as much as they 
want....well, that is a virtual guarantee of a constant 
stream of intercourse. One other thing that no one knew 
about the Pet and Sandy was that they were multi-
orgasmic. Once they started, they could be held at a 
constant level of excitement until daybreak, 
experiencing continual orgasms throughout the night. 

Those nights of discovery were surprising to Pet as 
well, for she then realized why she sometimes felt empty 
after sex. She simply needed more sex, and wasn't ready 
to stop at one climax. It wasn't long before she 
confided in Rick that her girlfriends had laughed at her 
when she shared the story, wondering why it took her 
this long to find out. "You've got to be kidding!" Kat 
had said to Pet. "You mean to tell me you didn't know? 
Well listen up, we are the same in more ways than you 
can imagine. The blessing of multiple orgasms runs deep, 
and the curse is that it drives us to a far greater 
level of satisfaction than the normal woman. Hell, quite 
a number of the girls I've known are multi-orgasmic. 
That's why they're so active in their sex lives. We're 
like Olympic stars when it comes to coming, girl. That's 
the beauty of our lot in life." And Pet knew this to be 
true, since she was ever satisfied with just one climax, 
just one man, just one load of sperm. Their need was 
constant, and her ability to outpace a this group was to 
become legendary. Unfortunately, their frustrations 
could match their stamina, and right now, Pet was almost 
shaking with sexual frenzy.

There was now only one last woman to experience being 
stretched by black meat and having her cunt filled with 
black baby cream. Trisha was nervous, but couldn't back 
out now. After refreshing drinks and reloading the 
camera, it was Trisha's turn to get stuffed.

Pet announced, "Josh, would you like to do the honors, 
since you're the only one that hasn't had a little cream 
pie?" Pet smiled as she turned to watch the deflowering 
of the Trisha's interracial cherry.

Josh positioned himself kneeling at the entrance to 
Trisha's pink chamber. Her pussy was slightly parted, 
and was glistening profusely with feminine wetness. Pet 
knelt at Trisha's head, spreading her knees to the side 
and literally rubbing her hairless cunt on Trisha's head 
as she stroked her shoulders and tits. Sandy knelt to 
Trisha's side, and held Josh's massive black meat in her 
small white hand. Sandy slapped Trisha's cunt several 
times with the instrument, then guided the bulbous head 
to its target. She held the black cock as it slowly 
slipped inside the white girl, then withdrew to show 
itself covered in slime. Then again it disappeared in 
Trisha's slit, this time up to the balls as the no 
longer virgin girl moaned with pleasure. Josh held 
Trisha's knees to the side as he started to pump her 
body with his tool. They were getting superb shots of 
Trisha's cunt getting stretched to the limits by the 
thick meat, and her moans of pleasure clearly showed 
that she was enjoying her role as a white slut. Her 
protruding clitoris stood out like a stiff little finger 
in her bald baby snatch, and was pushed around by Josh's 
massive tool while he pounded her pubic bone. The pain 
she was feeling was no match for the pleasure of being 
totally stuffed with black meat. She took it all, 
thrusting up to meet his downward strokes, shoving as 
much of the dark gland into her baby chute as possible.

"Fuck me, fuck me you black bastard," were the cries 
Trisha emitted as she was pounded. The girls chimed in 
with instructions of, "That's it, fuck the bitch! Ooh, 
yeah, push it deeper. Make sure she feels her cervix 
stretch."

Pet made sure that the video camera (which was running 
the entire time on the tripod) caught her words, as she 
spoke, "Are your balls ready? Are they full of all that 
good baby making sperm? C'mon, work it up. Build up that 
load and squirt it deep inside her. Give her all the hot 
black baby seed you have!" The men couldn't believe the 
way she was talking, but realized that she was becoming 
the expert. It was she that wanted to come here to enjoy 
getting black sexed, so who better than she to verbalize 
for the video?

When Josh couldn't hold off any longer, his big balls 
contracted, and he shoved his cock in as far as it could 
go. It had to be splitting Trisha's cervical opening as 
he began to buck in climax. As Trisha felt the hot black 
sperm flood her cavity, she cried out in her own climax, 
shuttering wildly and pulling on Josh's black ass with 
both hands. "Fill me, fill me....yeah, that's it, ooh, I 
can feel its heat. Fill me up!" she cried as he pumped 
his seed into her body. Pet couldn't tell which was 
hotter, the video camera, or her, as they got an 
incredible close up of Trisha's vaginal area as it was 
stretched with pulsating black meat. She was no longer a 
white meat virgin, and was, at least temporarily, the 
freshest new member into Pet's corporate circle of black 
sexing. While it had started out as a crazy fantasy, it 
had developed into more of a fetish group for three 
white women who wanted to be degraded by, and stuffed 
with black cock.

As the group's newest initiate, Trisha lay in a dream 
world, on her back, legs spread, and pussy stretched as 
the sperm poured into her womb. She had done it. She had 
been fucked by a black man, and it was only the 
beginning. Now that she was initiated, her moans of 
uncertainty changed to those of desire, of wanting to be 
taken and defiled. Her hands stroked the black skinned 
back that hovered over her small white body, wandering 
over glistening shoulders, down the sides and exploring 
the muscular butt that drove the seed deep inside her. 

Pet motioned to one of the men to cut filming, so the 
cameras were turned off as they regrouped for the next 
scene. The two blondes applauded the action and 
congratulated Trisha and her stud on the performance. 
Trisha lay there with a smile, happily conversing with 
the two blondes, and basking in the kudos heaped upon 
her by the black entourage. She carried on her casual 
conversation as she lay with legs splayed to her sides, 
still impaled on the black snake that pulsed 
occasionally in her cunt. It all seemed as normal as 
dining out, but Trisha seemed to relish the trophy 
between her legs, not wanting to let it slip from her 
pussy as she gloated in excitement. Pet had to admit, it 
was quite an exhibition, and she felt proud, in a sordid 
way, to be part of this girl's initiation. As taboo as 
it was, it was done tastefully, and with as much feeling 
as the moment deserved. After all, a white woman's black 
cherry is only lost once, and to record it for posterity 
is an opportunity only a handful of women will ever 
experience. Best of all, the experience was far from 
over.....
 




Pet Project
(chapter 7)


What seemed like a full day of interracial orgy waned 
sometime around 4 p.m. Both Trisha and Sandy had their 
fantasies fulfilled, and their pussies filled full with 
fresh semen from at least two men apiece. Most of the 
activity was reserved for Pet, since she was the major 
partner in the new corporate venture, and the others 
were considered merely an effort in customer relations. 
Whatever they were, Trisha and Sandy were satisfied with 
their exploits, having dared together to cross the 
boundaries into taboo sex that was to be their secret 
with Pet. 

Pet, meanwhile, was used like a human possession by the 
men, especially Darden. He was the true leader of the 
group, and his ever present dictatorial style of telling 
everyone what would and wouldn't be done made him the 
man in charge. It's funny how everyone joins right in 
behind a leader, trusting their judgement and blindly 
obeying their commands. It was the same for Darden and 
his new business partner, Pet, who was his link to the 
common world. Everything that Darden said about Pet was 
true, if not entirely honest, so it was easy for her to 
be led along. She was built up as a full business 
partner with unique creative skills, and a sense of 
adventure that would ensure success in the partnership. 
She believed Darden who bolstered her ego with 
platitudes of great writing, bold and fearless story 
lines on which she was willing to stake her reputation. 
That showed confidence and commitment, and was swallowed 
by Pet, Trisha and Sandy, hook line and villainous 
snicker.

Trisha expressed her undying amazement at Pet's 
inventiveness and guts. She was pleased to no end that 
she had found, not only a foundation for her new 
literary venture, but a person with dedication, 
commitment, and a phenomenal talent for living life, not 
just writing about it. The women were also indebted to 
Pet for having brought the opportunity of experiencing 
their fantasies out in the open, and providing a real 
mind blowing experience so mindlessly wild that they 
truly became blood sisters.

Pet, quite frankly, didn't know what to think. She was 
trying desperately to play down and close out what had 
occurred the week before, but these new events, 
involvement of her publisher, and her deep seeded 
physical passion had kept her going on a spiraling path. 
She was putty in Darden's hands, following his every 
word and consenting to being part of his grand scheme. 
Pet was terrified at the potential impacts to her 
personal and public life, but was inextricably drawn by 
the praise, potential notoriety, and pure animal lust 
that was coursing through her loins. She had become a 
white slut like she never before imagined, and she felt 
that playing the game well might provide that 
opportunity for eventual escape. However, the pit she 
was digging became only deeper, and her excuses seemed 
to justify the pure wanton scenes she was playing. The 
satisfaction was so intense, that she was ripped apart 
by the opposite fears of being exposed, and the fear of 
losing this euphoria. And so, her body convinced her 
mind into believing she was doing the right thing, and 
she always did her best at whatever she did.

"Trisha, Sandy, I'm not sure that you realize what a 
prize you have in Pet," Darden started. "I've never seen 
her kind of dedication and inventiveness in any other 
venture. For example, she specifically made us promise 
not to let her know what's to happen to her next. That 
way she claims that her reactions will be spontaneous 
and more inspiring for her story development. She 
especially wanted us to keep the events from her 
husband, Rick, so that the added element of infidelity 
would add spice to her creations. Now, what do you think 
of that?"

Trisha was dressing as she responded, "Pet, you're 
amazing. We knew you had talent, but to concoct a wild 
scheme such as this just blows me away! Tell me you're 
going to keep this up for a good long time. Please, oh 
please tell me that you have hundreds of these stories 
yet to develop."

"Well, you said that the potential for success was 
unlimited for a person with something unique. If you 
really think we can work this line, then I suppose a few 
more stories won't hurt. That is, I mean, I'll have to 
try them first," Pet said as she lounged nude across the 
laps of two black bucks.

Darden piped in, "That's just it, darlings, we create 
the situations, and she transforms the living fantasies 
to paper. That's the beauty of the business, and, 
besides, there is another aspect to the company other 
than stories."

"Really, what's that?" asked Sandy.

"The services, of course. The program is based on a very 
discreet service of providing breeding, master/slave 
training, interracial experiences, private training for 
mothers and daughters, and special requested services 
along the same lines. In the past, we've had some very 
unusual fantasies to fulfill, some that even required a 
legal release to ensure protection against potential 
litigation."

"My God, Pet, you really are thinking ahead. But there's 
one catch," said Trisha. "Understand that today was just 
a new fling for Sandy and me, and that I get the film 
taken of us. The other stuff strictly involves Pet and 
not us. Is that clear?"

"Oh, very clear. Pet is becoming your star cock sucker." 
The man whose lap Pet was spread over pushed her head 
down as he stuffed her mouth with his cock to make the 
point. Darden continued as she sucked, "However, that 
won't be possible. You see, that's part of that 
protection against legal action that I was talking 
about. Your albums and video files will be kept quite 
safe in our vaults. If at any time you get a notion to 
disagree with the program, well.... I'm afraid that's 
when your fetish may be used to our advantage. As you 
might imagine, all protection is not necessarily in the 
form of legal agreements." Darden smiled genuinely, and 
cupped Trisha's breast as he said the word fetish.

It was Trisha's and Sandy's turns to go white, realizing 
the implications of their indiscretions. Trisha mumbled 
a few half words, but failed to form a complete sentence 
before Darden interrupted her attempt.

"Now, I understand what you're trying to say, but 
realize that it's for your own good, and mine," he said 
as he wrapped one arm around each of the women. "Just 
look at that pretty picture over there. Just 
fascinating, isn't it?" Pet's head was bobbing up and 
down, her cheeks bulging as her white face was 
stretching around the black cock in her throat. Her 
small fingers surrounded the peach size black balls at 
the base of the shaft, and she was engulfing the meaty 
rod, waiting for the impending explosion. As Pet sucked 
on the man's pee stick, Darden lowered his voice and 
spoke to Trisha and Sandy, "In fact, there's the matter 
of Pet's next adventure, and one with which I'm sure 
you'll want to help. Here's the deal, next Saturday..." 
And as he laid out the plan, the women's pallor changed 
from white to flush red and a smile that grew across 
their faces as they listened. In a few minutes it was 
Trisha and Sandy that were holding onto Darden's arms as 
they stared back at Pet. 

Her left leg was held wide as the black stud spread her 
pussy and fingered her clit to climax. Her shivers were 
met with a blast of hot fresh sperm shooting into Pet's 
mouth, and the man held her head to make sure she took 
it all down her throat. The taste of a black man's 
seminal fluid being pumped into her in front of her 
friends played with her mind, telling her that she'd 
lost all sense of self-respect. With her dignity gone, 
she continued to swallow, her nose against the man's 
black contracting balls and two black fingers buried in 
her wet snatch. Trisha and Sandy, satisfied with Pet's 
last performance, kissed Darden on the cheek and made 
their exit. Pet merely allowed the dark sausage to 
soften as she held the treasure between her lips.

~~

After her publishers had left, Pet spent more time with 
the photo session, posing with her blacks in every 
conceivable sexual position. Darden explained that it 
was necessary for the stories, and that new brochure 
material was needed. Pet protested about the brochures, 
but was quickly put in her place with threats of release 
to her family. Above all, she wanted to avoid her family 
knowing at all costs, and played along if there was the 
slightest chance of the men being satisfied, and taking 
their photos and leaving. However, something inside told 
her that she should fear the worst, and that kept her in 
a state of total fright.

The photos were really posed quite well, and Pet was an 
excellent choice to depict the shy white housewife that 
had turned to a black cock loving slut. The men had a 
definite series in mind, and began with simple photos of 
Pet in various states of undress, to a shot of Pet's 
face covered in cum as she held a huge black cock on her 
cheek. Her mouth was half open, and a pool of white jizm 
could be seen inside, ready to be swallowed as she 
looked into the camera with her beautiful green eyes. As 
the positions changed, more photos were taken of the 
blonde wife in different positions, having black cocks 
inserted into her body. Oral insertions, combination 
oral and pussy, and even one where a black pole was 
poised to enter her ass while another fucked her slit, 
and she was being face fucked, all while she held huge 
slabs of black meat in each hand to the side all at the 
same time. They were all there in a special edition of 
what was to be their flagship picture set of their 
"poster child housewife." Darden followed with another 
set that consisted of a series of cum shots from the men 
she was servicing. The final photos showed her virtually 
covered in sticky white goo, with black hands spooning 
the cum from inside her. These were added to shots of 
her sucking copious amounts cum directly from her pussy 
through a clear tube to her awaiting mouth.

Just before supper, Pet was driven to a two hour photo 
kiosk at a mall near Tampa. One of the blacks used 
Darden's convertible, and Pet rode in the passenger seat 
clothed only in a white mesh swimsuit cover. The youth 
in the kiosk was known to the Darden, and had worked 
with him in the past. He knew what to expect from the 
photos, and promised to have them ready in a couple of 
hours as he stared at Pet in the front seat. Dinner 
consisted of a quick meal fixed by Pet, and served with 
the required wine. Then it was back to pick up the 
pictures. As the youth handed the pictures to the man, 
he grinned and stared at Pet asking, "Say, you got a 
daughter? I was popular with the daughters you know."

Pet got a chill down her spine, and merely lowered her 
eyes and shook her head as she tried desperately to 
cover up. It was no use, since she had the option of 
covering her pussy or her tits, and she considered her 
pussy the more important. That left her nipples to point 
exquisitely out between the mesh opening of her cover 
up, exposed to the full view of the black men who 
laughed at her uneasiness. To make matters worse, the 
man in the driver's seat began going through the 
pictures right there with the black attendant leaning 
through the window to look over his shoulders. As the 
man flipped from picture to picture, he handed them one 
by one to Pet, who suffered the comments of how good she 
looked with a mouthful of sperm, or how it must feel to 
stick their dicks into her white hole. She was asked to 
pick her favorites, and she knew that if she didn't, it 
would be reported to Darden, so she selected several of 
the most explicit shots, after which she was required to 
tell them why they were her favorites. Totally 
embarrassed, Pet forced herself to mouth words she never 
used before. Words like fuck, blowjob, semen, cum, ass, 
and cunt flowed from her lips in defiant sentences as 
something else flowed from between her legs. Pet could 
no longer control her physical reaction to her 
treatment, and her body naturally produced the vaginal 
fluids intended to make intercourse easier.

The final blow came when the man handed the young black 
attendant Pet's selection and said, "Here, keep a set 
for yourself, and make two more sets. We'll pick them up 
tomorrow." Once again, Pet flushed with anxiety and 
fear.

The evening was spent pouring over the photo sets, which 
were paid for using Pet's credit card. Pictures that 
matched the lines of Pet's story were selected for 
scanning and insertion into the text. All the while, Pet 
participated in the choices, and carefully labeled the 
pictures with a corresponding location in the 
manuscript. She was quite a sight on her hands and 
knees, nude, pouring intently over hundreds of frames 
spread all over the floor. But, like the professional 
that she was, she took pride in her work, and felt that 
it was one thing that this situation couldn't diminish. 
As she wiggled around the floor, she had her butt 
probed, her pussy fingered at will, and her tits milked 
as they swayed below her like udders. The odd thing was 
that Pet was enjoying the casual charm of constant 
attention, and found that by wiggling her ass back at 
the black hands or dicks, she was keeping herself in a 
state of arousal. When all was done, the pictures 
sorted, and the extras catalogued she sat back expecting 
to have her passions satisfied. She was confused as to 
why she felt this way, but she was also caving in to the 
overwhelming physical emotion. What she didn't realize 
was that this was all part of the plan, to play with her 
mind so that her body would follow not only voluntarily, 
but enthusiastically.

Pet was right on target, and this time she was looking 
forward to the sexing. The blacks surrounded her, laving 
her with attention. She sucked stiff dicks at will, 
while another black was forcing his rod into her pussy. 
She spread her legs willingly, allowing the black meat 
inside her baby hole, and reached to fill each hand with 
solid black flesh. Pet arched her back as she sucked the 
black knob of a horse sized cock attached to shining 
balls just waiting to empty into her mouth. Flicking pee 
holes, sucking ball sacks, and relaxing her throat for 
deep insertion was only the precursor to feeling blasts 
of hot white goo pour into her blonde head. She gave 
equally as free of her hot wet cock chute, being 
stretched to perfection with shiny black skin pulsing 
with shot after shot of black baby seed. Pet moaned 
every time she felt the warm fluid cover her vaginal 
walls, and thrust up to meet the squirting pricks as 
they pumped sperm into her white body. Pet tried 
desperately to force the cock heads through her cervix, 
crying in pain, but lost in uncontrollable desire to 
have it enter her womb. She was fucked throughout the 
night, not forcibly, but casually and consistently as 
she wished. Only when her body was full, and the men's 
balls were completely drained did they fall to sleep. 
Pet's white body and blonde head was comfortably cradled 
in the midst of five jet black bodies, and her dreams 
were filled with thoughts of the invading tools, one of 
which was still buried in her snatch.

~~

Instructions were again given for Pet to write a second 
story, based on her mid-week adventure, and have it 
ready by the following Wednesday. While this only 
allowed her one week, what disturbed her even more were 
the orders to return the next Thursday for a possible 
extended stay, say up to four days. As she drove home 
she fidgeted with another contorted plan on how to 
handle Rick and their friends. The stories she was 
devising were just too wild for any normal erotic 
author, especially one for a women's magazine, and the 
inquiries from Rick were becoming more pointed. "If only 
I can distract him with more boat details," she thought 
to herself. It would be more plausible to expect a 
lightning bolt to strike and erase all traces of the 
last week, but as it was, she had to deal with reality. 

What was particularly difficult was that fact that Pet's 
birthday was the next Friday, and she and Rick always 
celebrated their birthdays in some special way. Problem 
was that the special way was always a surprise, and she 
had no clue as to what Rick was planning, but was sure 
that the world would come to an end if she messed up his 
plans. It seemed as if there was no way out, except to 
make some excuse that her publisher's special requests 
were more special than her birthday this year. Again, 
the plans started falling into place, and she contrived 
the story that her publisher's new magazine had 
incredible potential for financial success, but it would 
depend on Pet producing several initial stories. "Yes, 
that's it," she thought to herself. "I'll say that 
Trisha wants me sequestered away for a few days to 
ensure completion of her the stories for her deadline, 
and that she would make it up to me in spades." 

Pet was convincing herself that she could pull it off 
once more, but was panicked about two other things. 
First, she was beginning to ovulate, meaning that not 
only she would be in her high cycle in the coming week, 
but she would be most vulnerable to becoming pregnant. 
She could never explain anything remotely plausible to 
her family if she were to be knocked up, and especially 
impregnated with at black child. The horror was 
unthinkable, but the possibility was definitely coming, 
and she would have to face the risk. Her mind said stop, 
but her body said go, and her body was winning.

Second, her soap opera problem wasn't the only thing 
making her fidget in the car. She was released to go 
home about noon on Wednesday, but Darden insisted that 
she accompany him on one stop in Tampa. It wasn't a 
particularly good part of town, and as they walked to 
the establishment, her heart sank when she read that it 
was a tattoo parlor. Darden's words rang in her ears, 
"If your going to be a black man's slut, you'll have to 
be marked as such." She stood frozen as Darden talked to 
the young good looking lady behind the counter, then 
turned to escort her to the back room. Pet was then 
instructed to sit in what looked like a dentist's chair, 
and hike her short skirt up to her waist. In a flash, 
her legs were strapped in and spread wide, exposing her 
well fucked and totally bare pussy. Tears were flowing 
from her face as the lady and her male assistant 
crouched between her legs and pinched her clitoris. Pet 
saw the needle, felt the stabbing pain, then tried 
desperately to imagine what had been done as the pain 
began to subside. The woman backed away, and the three 
people gazed with admiration at Pet's vagina. Pet looked 
down and saw a simple, but exquisite gold ring 
surrounding her clitoris, which had just been pierced 
and adorned with the jewelry. She had seen these on 
several women at the nudist resort, but would never dare 
have one herself for fear that Rick would kill her. Now 
she had no choice, and would have to live with the 
attraction to her clit. This she couldn't hide, and she 
would just have to tell Rick that it was a birthday 
present to herself. As she walked out, Darden reminded 
the woman who had pierced Pet that she would be expected 
to the party on Saturday, and that she should bring her 
tools. 

It was something new, but in a strange way, Pet enjoyed 
the wickedness of the clit ring. It was a constant 
reminder of her wild experience, and it stimulated her 
when she moved. She hoped that Rick didn't ask where she 
got it done, and who did it, but she felt that the shock 
of seeing it would be enough to distract the 
conversation into another wild storytelling session. Her 
mind wondered who would be the first to see. Rick? Kat? 
Maybe it would be John. "Mmmm...." She thought, "I 
wonder how it feels while having sex."

~~

Pet thought herself fortunate since Rick had been called 
on a short trip to solve some apparent problem at work. 
He had left a message that he would return on Friday, 
and was gone when Pet arrived home. The ring in her 
pussy was uncomfortable only from the standpoint that it 
felt foreign to her, and not that it caused any real 
pain. She kept it clean as instructed, and by the 
morning it was healing well. However, there was the 
issue of how to deal with Kat who was due over as 
normal, and wanted to hear about her dealings with her 
publisher. If she only knew, Pet thought to herself, 
still wondering how to handle the news.

Pet was showered and nervously puttzing around the 
house, making ready for Kat who she could no longer 
avoid. The door opened on time, and in strolled Kat, 
removing her clothes as she normally did in the family 
room, then proceeding to the kitchen. Pet kept her back 
to her friend who made light conversation, and said that 
she wanted to hear the latest from Trisha and Sandy. Kat 
remarked on how good Pet's overall tan was, teasing that 
she must be visiting the club without her during the 
last week. Kat took a seat on the patio, helping herself 
to coffee while Pet finished cleaning some dishes from 
the night before.

"So tell me, Pet, how'd it go with Trisha? Does she like 
the material? Are you going to do more? Are WE going to 
do more? C'mon, I'm dying to know what's new," Kat said 
in one long breath. 

Well, here it goes, Pet said under her breath, and she 
turned to face her friend under the patio umbrella. Pet 
walked straight toward Kat, proudly displaying her newly 
adorned hairless pussy. Kat almost spewed her coffee as 
her eyes locked onto the ring in Pet's clit.

"Holy shit! Pet! What have you been doing? You didn't!? 
I mean, you did! I mean..... shit, shit, shit!" Kat 
couldn't keep from staring at Pet's cunt, and Pet stood 
there in the sunlight proudly displaying her new 
jewelry, and figuring that the full frontal approach 
would be best.

"Outrageous, huh? It was quite a decision, but I was 
driving by the parlor when I told myself to just do it. 
Do it before I chicken out. So I promised myself that I 
wouldn't try to talk myself out of it for an hour, and 
by that time it would be done. Actually, I like it. I 
just hope Rick will like it." Kat was speechless and 
staring. "Well say something! Give me some moral support 
at least!" pushed Pet.

"Wow! It looks fabulous! I know we talked about this 
sort of thing, but I didn't think you were remotely 
serious. It really looks good, Pet." Pet was relieved at 
her friend's words. "Come here," Kat asked, and as Pet 
approached, Kat leaned forward and touched Pet's vaginal 
lips, something that the two had only kidded about in 
the past. However, she did it like she was stroking a 
precious gem, and gazed at Pet's pussy with admiration. 
"It looks better than I imagined it would. Did it hurt? 
And, my God, Pet...... who... how... where....?" Her 
voice trailed off not knowing how to ask.

Pet took a seat on the chaise lounge opposite Kat, and 
pulled one leg under her, spreading her pussy lips for 
her friend to see. She made up the story of her 
spontaneous act, but found that it excited her, so she 
told Kat that the man piercing smiled all the time and 
made her feel quite comfortable. By now, she secretly 
wished that it had been a man, and continued her story 
saying that she had gotten wet during the procedure. As 
she was telling the story, she flicked at the ring, and 
found that the stimulation got her wet right in front of 
her friend. The two laughed and joked at the brashness 
of Pet's adventure, and by the time they were talked 
out, Kat had committed to going back with Pet to get a 
matching ring. 

"Can I feel it once more?" asked Kat as she sat next to 
Pet. She didn't wait for an answer, but played with the 
delicate ring and her friend's clit in one connected 
motion. Pet was soon breathing harder and her pussy was 
flowing with juice from. She couldn't believe the affect 
the ring was having on her, but she didn't object as 
Kat's initial touch turned into masturbating her friend 
in the open air. Kat couldn't keep herself from 
manipulating Pet's clitoris, seeing that she was turning 
her on and bringing her sexual satisfaction. The 
devilish attraction was too strong to stop, and Kat 
continued until Pet closed her eyes and screamed her 
climax at the hand of her friend. Her breathing slowly 
returned to normal while Kat smiled as she ran her soft 
hands over Pet's thighs.

Pet totally surprised herself and Kat as she sat up and 
kissed her friend. "Next time I want to taste it," Kat 
whispered wildly.

"Not before I taste yours!" Pet said as she moved around 
and pushed Kat onto the chaise. She dived between her 
legs and partook of a new and exciting flavor that she 
always considered forbidden. Instead of pushing her 
away, Kat moaned her pleasure and accepted Pet's tongue. 
Voicing instructions, Kat held onto Pet's head, 
alternately stroking her hair and pulling her closer for 
more pressure until she flooded her mouth with girl 
sperm. All her life, Pet had considered any lesbian 
contact as disgusting, but now it seemed quite natural. 
In fact, she was excited in realizing that she knew 
exactly how a woman wanted to be touched, and she took 
every advantage of that. She promised herself to dabble 
in that again sometime, but for now, it was black meat 
that was on her mind.

As they lay together in the sunlight, Kat fingered Pet's 
clit ring and said, "Pet, I don't want to wait. I want 
to do it now." Kat's request was the perfect puzzle 
piece to Pet's dilemma. Now she wouldn't be the only one 
to step over the line, and the two could stand together 
to bear the brunt of their husbands' disapproval. Or 
would it be excitement? Only time would tell, and so, 
the women dressed in only what was necessary to make 
them legal before heading off to Tampa.





Pet Project
(Chapter 8)


Pet thought to herself that time hasn't gone by so fast 
since she was on summer vacation during grade school. 
Here it was Thursday morning and she was racing along 
the highway headed to the beach house as instructed. The 
past week seemed to fly by even with web of deceit she 
created among her friends and Rick. However, what 
puzzled her most was that she felt alive, vibrant and 
waking up every day looking forward to what life would 
bring. "It shouldn't be this way," she thought to 
herself. She should be a devastated, quivering, broken 
human being, and although she was very concerned about 
her moral actions, she was insatiably curious about what 
would happen next, and was intensely excited about her 
physical reaction to the treatment. 

She had been raped by black men, video taped and 
photographed having sex with them, and even admitted on 
film that she was heavily involved in, and personally 
loved participating in interracial sex. She was 
blackmailed into returning for more "training" as they 
put it, and she even fabricated lies to tell Rick. Pet 
should be seeing her life fall apart, but instead, was 
seeing her life come together in living fantasies that 
she never admitted to anyone that she dreamed. Instead 
of being disgusted by her actions, she had a strange new 
energy that was pushing her to experiment with her mind 
and body. 

"I've become a slut, a whore for black cock," she said 
out loud to no one listening. "But, why do I love it? 
Why am I driving back there now, looking forward to 
being stuffed with their black dicks and pumped full of 
their semen? Why don't I care if I get pregnant? What's 
the matter with me?" All she had was questions, and it 
didn't seem to matter that she had no answers. Just the 
act of saying these things out loud was enough to make 
her wet, and her pantiless tennis skirt provided no 
protection for the car seat. She had been told to dress 
revealing, so she aimed to please by wearing the tennis 
skirt with a shear blouse under which she wore no 
nothing to hide her jutting breasts and stiffened 
nipples. Pet was dressing and acting like a black man's 
slut, and her body gave away the reality that she craved 
the attention and new wild life. She knew people would 
catch glimpses of her pussy and have a clear view of her 
tits, but she not only didn't care, she wanted to be 
seen half exposed, she wanted to gather the stares, and 
she fantasized about strange men jacking off to her 
wanton image. If she could only find a way to share her 
feelings and experience with the one's she loved. It was 
her new fantasy that she could tell Rick, and that he 
would be excited along with her and give her support in 
having a black master and stable of black lovers. Maybe 
she could start with Kat. She would understand, or would 
she. 

The week had been a blur, but Kat was, in fact, the 
starting point that gave Pet some needed emotional 
courage. Kat had gotten her own clit ring, just like 
Pet's, and the two had gone through the same healing 
process together. They shared the experience of breaking 
the news to Rick and John, and found mutual strength in 
deciding to expose their new jewelry at the same time. 
They put it off as long as they could, but by Saturday, 
the husbands were chomping at the bit, and the usual 
nude patio barbeque left the girls with no where to 
hide. At first, Rick acted furious, but when John only 
stared and then commented that they were two lucky sons 
of bitches to have such sexy wives, Rick's mood changed 
like a lightning bolt. A big smile grew across his face 
as he commanded his wife to come closer for inspection. 
Pet was shocked by Rick's forceful nature, but was 
surprised to find that she liked being told what to do, 
and responded immediately. Rick flicked the gold ring 
with his tongue, and despite a small bit of pain from 
the healing process, Pet was instantly aroused. The same 
went for Kat and John, only Kat was a bit more verbal.

"Youch! Honey, I love what you're doing, but it'll take 
a day or two to heal up completely, so be gentle. After 
all, this proves that your marriage doesn't have me 
leading you around with a ring in your nose. It has you 
leading your wife around by the ring in her pussy," she 
teased. But the teasing was heard by Rick too, and both 
women had presented themselves to their husbands in such 
a way that the men now championed their new look. Women 
have a way of turning the tables to their advantage, and 
this time it worked hook, line, and villainous snicker.

Pet and Kat got the gentle treatment they needed, and 
also got the sexual relief they desired as they 
experimented with a sensual orgy that lasted all 
weekend. Pet told her next story voluntarily as the 
opportunity presented itself, and her listeners soaked 
in every pornographic word. She dubbed her stories the 
"Five Minute Tales," since she could only tell five 
minutes at a time before everyone became engrossed in 
sexual frenzy. Rick, Kat and John seemed totally amazed 
that Pet could conceive of such nasty thoughts, and her 
descriptions of the action seemed so real that they 
commented on how she must have been there herself to 
conjure up such fantasies. Pet played along, soaking in 
the praises and secretly rejoicing in being able to tell 
what had really happened, even if everyone considered it 
total fiction. Secure in this bubble of protection, Pet 
easily used the most descriptively vulgar language to 
describe the blatant sexual acts. She even took the 
liberty of putting two new twists on the subject by 
telling them that she was trying to be as explicit as 
her publisher wanted, and that by putting herself in the 
lead role of the story she was able to put more feeling 
into it. Little did they know (she thought) that she 
felt every gory detail and sensuous stroke as the girl 
in the story was fucked mercilessly and filled to 
overflowing with hot fresh black sperm. Pet could see 
that her story was turning them on, and she liked that 
immensely. Pet not only got copious amounts of praise, 
but the wives got extra special treatment from their 
husbands while their clit hoods healed nicely. For the 
first time in a long while, Pet got the opportunity to 
turn her attention to Rick's sexual needs, and stopped 
long enough in her story telling to give him an extra 
special blowjob in front of their friends.

Things couldn't have gone better for Pet that week. Rick 
announced that he was once again called out of town on 
business, but the good news was that he would return on 
Friday to pick up his new boat and then would meet Pet 
at the beach house on Saturday. She had made the excuse 
that her publisher wanted another meeting at the end of 
the week, so Rick suggested he meet her there. Pet took 
any opportunity available to work her plan, and although 
it wasn't perfect, she figured that she could work out a 
compromise with Darden and friends by then. Her document 
was e-mailed to Trisha on schedule, so all she had to do 
now was return for another session, and see what the men 
wanted this time. After all, Pet's body was craving that 
new release, and she looked forward to the sexual 
encounter.

Pet arrived at the beach house and immediately noticed 
that the "For Sale" sign on the property next door had a 
SOLD sticker attached. She also noticed several cars in 
her own driveway, forcing her to park on the adjacent 
property and walk to her house. Feeling the breeze on 
her hairless vagina gave Pet a wicked feeling, almost 
like being exposed to the world. If the wind blew any 
stronger, she would be exposed any time that the tennis 
skirt raised up to show her bareness. That no longer 
mattered, and the more she was exposed, used and abused, 
the more Pet achieved an inner sense of satisfaction. It 
was a feeling that was too strong to push aside, and she 
knew that she had precious few years left to enjoy this 
kind of wild abandon.

Darden greeted her at the door, and again she was 
required to strip before entering. This time the task 
was easy, and Pet quickly removed her clothes on the 
front step without hesitation. As she entered her house, 
she greeted Josh and Carl along with two other black men 
whom she'd never met. Pet was comfortable by now around 
the men who had fucked her, but strangers still 
embarrassed her, giving her a body rush and flushed look 
over her body. Her clothes were taken and put away while 
she was told that there was to be a special party that 
night at the beach house.

"What do you mean? What kind of party?" Pet asked.

Darden once again took charge and explained, "It's a 
celebration of sorts. I've arranged for a number of my 
best clients to be our guests in celebration of your new 
life, but mostly it's for their exclusive 
entertainment."

"You didn't say anything about a party. I...I didn't 
bring any party clothes, there isn't enough space for 
people to park, I don't have anything prepared, and 
besides, Rick is going to meet me here on Saturday, so 
you'll have to leave by then." Pet was speaking rapidly, 
panicked about Rick's arrival and him finding out about 
her hidden lifestyle.

"Now, now, my little slut," Darden teased, snapping her 
back to the reality of her situation. "All the 
preparations have been made. The guests are very high 
class and exclusive clients, and will be arriving by 
boat. The food will be here momentarily, and you will 
have plenty of time to prepare the rest of the house 
before their arrival. I've even arranged for someone to 
help you get yourself ready to be the entertainment." 
Just then, Patty, the girl who had pierced Pet's clit, 
came around the corner.

"Hi, how's the clit ring? Not sore any more is it? How's 
your friend?"

Pet looked embarrassed again, and told the men of how 
she had gotten her friend, Kat to get pierced also. She 
assured every one that her pussy was in good shape, and 
commented on how the ring excited her and made her 
constantly horny. Darden voiced his approval, and told 
her that she had already fulfilled one of her first 
duties as a black cock slut by getting another female 
started in the process.

Pet started to protest that she wasn't getting Kat 
involved, but she remembered the conversation she had 
with herself, toying with the prospect of eventually 
telling Kat the truth. It was chancy, but her friend 
might even wind up trying out a black lover on her own, 
and then they would truly have secrets to share, to 
hide, and to enjoy together. The doorbell rang and Pet 
froze, not knowing where to hide.

"Well, Pet," Darden instructed, "That should be the deli 
delivering the party food. Please let them in and show 
them to the kitchen." 

Pet moved in slow motion as she knew that all eyes were 
on her. She took a big breadth, then opened the front 
door to a young man and woman from the town deli who 
were loaded down with trays of food. Shocked at Pet's 
nakedness, they entered the house and were ushered into 
the kitchen along with Carl. Once in the kitchen, the 
young man turned to Pet saying, "Mrs. Bonner, I didn't 
know you were into.... I mean, I didn't realize you 
liked to entertain black men." The young man and woman 
stared her straight in the eye to see her response.

Pet was flushed as she looked at Carl who merely crossed 
his arms. She knew what she had to say, and with 
quivering voice said, "Yes...yes I am." Hearing her own 
voice admit her passion, Pet became more bold and went 
on, "Actually, my friends and I get together regularly 
for a few nights of, well, you know, interracial fun and 
games." Pet knew that would be what Carl wanted to hear, 
and standing there nude in the company of the blacks, a 
blatant admission was the only obvious thing to say. She 
now stood straight with her revelation out on the table, 
and actually felt relieved that someone besides her 
finally knew what was winding her clock. The delivery 
team said nothing more, but smiled and winked as they 
went from van to house, watching Pet parade naked in the 
mixed company. Pet went to work stuffing the 
refrigerator with perishables, and setting out the 
remaining food and tableware for the party. She worked, 
while the others watched and sipped beer on the hot 
afternoon. When she was done, Darden said, "Pet, I'm 
afraid I've been terribly neglectful of these two 
gentlemen's needs. Before you get ready for the evening, 
I think they could each use a nice blow job. Don't you 
think?"

Pet nodded obediently, and dropped to her knees in front 
of the first man as she proceeded to unfasten his 
trousers. His huge black member sprang to life, and Pet 
immediately guided it to her lips. As Patty from the 
tattoo parlor watched with the others, Pet worked her 
way up and down the man's dick, holding firmly at the 
base as the black monster grew under her attention. When 
it was its full ten inches, she licked her way from his 
soft black balls to the pee slit in the head, pausing to 
insert her tongue and retrieve anything she could taste. 
Then, as if making love to a virgin boy, she engulfed 
the hard rod, taking the shaft deeper into her warm 
moist mouth with every stroke. Soon she had most of the 
cock imbedded in her throat which she had learned to 
relax. Pet gave quite a show of bobbing her pretty 
blonde head up and down on the cum filled meat, her 
breasts swaying under her and her butt thrust in the air 
as she was trained to do. She kept up the motion, 
sucking and not caring how much saliva flowed over the 
dark rod. Her green eyes looked into the black ones of 
the man, and the sight of this white housewife became 
too much for his balls. He exploded down her throat, 
pumping his fresh seed as he held the back of her head. 
Several pulses provided Pet with a good taste of black 
sperm, and she savored the overflow that was pumped in 
her face. 

Backing off from the first man, Pet immediately set upon 
the next, who already had his cock in hand, pumping 
furiously at the show. Patty was curled up with Josh who 
was stroking her breast, and she was returning the favor 
with her hand in his pants. Pet continued to treat 
herself to the new toys, and lost herself in sex, 
totally ignoring who was watching. Her ministrations had 
the same effects on the second man, and she was rewarded 
with yet another load of semen to enjoy. She didn't lose 
a drop, and cleaned the man meticulously with her 
tongue, thanking him for his tasty treat, and turned to 
Darden asking, "Will there be anything else?"

Darden smiled his approval, knowing that the slut Pet 
was now here, and the housewife Pet was left far behind. 
"Not now. I want you to start getting ready for the 
guests' arrival. Patty will help you shower and prep." 
The two women sauntered off to the bedroom area to make 
ready for the evening's activity.

Rick and Pet had selected their beach house carefully, 
demanding certain features that would be both useful and 
add to the value. Privacy was one criterion, and one 
that virtually couldn't be achieved. However, this 
particular property offered as much as could be 
expected, being on the nose of a point that offered 
little protection from weather, but put their neighbors 
to their flank. Another feature that sold them was the 
small dock that would allow Rick to moor his boat, or to 
build a boat house when the time came. The dock was a 
tee shape, and was raised well above tide level. They 
both loved to spend time on the dock, watching other 
boats or just plain relaxing day and night. Positioned 
as it was, a small screen placed between two piles even 
allowed the couple to work on their all over tans in 
relative privacy. Today the dock would be used for 
guests, and their boats would be lined up stern in to 
accommodate the numbers. A floating part of the dock 
that was allowed to rise and fall with the tide was 
reserved for small craft ferrying guests from boats too 
large to dock close in. 

Patty had taken good care of Pet, prepping her for the 
party by seeing that her hair was done meticulously, her 
pussy had been shaved smooth, and that her makeup was 
applied to the perfect level. Pet's body was smooth and 
fresh, and she had slipped into the heels provided by 
Patty just as Darden walked through the door. He stood 
back to admire the woman before him as Patty went about 
slipping into a short tight fitting summer cocktail 
dress. Pet had the appearance of a warm, but porcelain 
doll. Her hair was done in a perfect blonde bob, her 
makeup perfect, and her form was straight and confident 
as she stood perched on the four inch heels. 

"Well, well.... You make quite a picture, Pet," he said 
with a low smooth tone. "Here, I brought you something 
to wear," and he handed her a small flat box he was 
carrying. Pet opened the container to find short 
dangling diamond earrings and a fashionable leather 
choker that was fashioned with gold inlay. The inlay (in 
fancy script) spelled out "Black Cock Lover" with 
diamonds before and after every word. With Darden's 
help, Pet put on the jewelry and looked at her self in 
the mirror. Just as perfect as a picture, Pet stood nude 
under the diamond cover.

"Those are yours to keep as long as you remain a good 
girl, and, oh yes, rest assured that the stones are 
real." Darden's words rang in her ears as she stood 
mesmerized by the sight in the mirror. Pet seemed lost 
in another world of admiration and slave like submittal 
as she lazily asked, "What did you mean earlier when you 
talked about entertainment for the guests? And what do 
you want me to wear tonight?"

"Questions, questions, so many questions. I must say 
that you look absolutely stunning, and I'm sure our 
guests will agree." Pet was so wrapped up in the 
diamonds that she didn't notice the gold chain Darden 
extracted from his pocket. One end was attached to a 
ring he wore on his right hand, and on the other end was 
a clip that he quickly and deftly latched to the ring in 
Pet's clitoris. Pet was suddenly shocked at the maneuver 
and unconsciously took Darden's arm, which he offered 
before escorting her from the bedroom. She followed his 
lead, and he explained as they walked to the living 
room.

"Allow me to explain. Plainly stated, the entertainment 
will be you. As partners in the revived business, it's 
only proper to market our product with a sample of what 
we have to offer." Pet became scared as she could hear 
voices in the living room. Darden continued, "Since you 
have become our poster child for the new venture, we're 
going to show off our services. You see, our clientele 
will be special. Some are high society, and others are 
normal everyday folk like you, but all are very special. 
A few people tonight will be former clients and members 
of the "club" but many others are women and couples who 
are curious about black sexing, and are here to get a 
glimpse of what to expect. That's where you come in. 
Since you were so kind as to make our first set of 
videos and write our first true life testimonials, we're 
going to show them a real live blonde housewife getting 
fucked by real live black cocks. Oh, it will all be done 
in a nice party atmosphere, and you'll be introduced to 
the guests, but later we'll fuck you like the whore you 
are and let everyone get a good idea what it's like to 
give your body to black seeding. Didn't you say it was 
your fertile period? All the better for the women to see 
first hand what it's like to be impregnated in front of 
a group, and to feel the seed deposited in your womb."

Pet was crumbling from the words. She couldn't believe 
that she was to be the spectacle that people came to 
see. She felt like she was doing a dog and pony show in 
front of a drunken crowd who came to jack off at the 
sight. Pet could hardly move her legs to walk, but 
Darden pulled her forward with the chain on her clit 
ring. As they approached the living room, and she could 
see various strange couples milling around, Darden spoke 
again, "Oh, and one more thing. Your dress will be no 
dress. These people have to realize what it means to 
submit to a black master, to be a white slut for black 
cock, and that means total exposure and submittal to my 
every command. Is that clear?" Pet answered a weeping 
yes and tried to compose herself as they entered the 
room. 

All eyes turned to watch the blonde woman being led by 
the chain in her clitoris. Her black escort, as all 
other in the room were neatly dressed in dress casual 
summer style, ladies in revealing but proper cocktail 
garb and the men in dress pants and classy shirts. Pet, 
of course, was totally nude, bare as the day she was 
born except for the earrings and choker. Darden 
introduced her to several couples in small groups, and 
she was presented by him raising his hand to bring 
attention to her vaginal area. Eyes would immediately 
focus on her bare pussy as Pet stood helpless with a 
martini she was given. Out of the twenty or so couples, 
she noticed that slightly more than half were white 
women with black escorts, and the rest were white 
couples who had been selected after interviewing their 
applications of interest in the lifestyle. Pet was 
informed by Darden that any move she made that caused 
him to spill a drink or food would be answered by either 
one of her tits being pierced or more rings in her 
pussy. 

Pet moved through the crowd carrying on casual 
conversation and answering questions about her 
involvement in the club. She would receive several tugs 
on her clit ring before realizing that her only option 
was to paint as pleasurable picture as possible, and 
soon she was extolling the benefits of having black 
lovers and making regular visits to drain and collect 
their sperm. Her descriptions of being sexed became so 
vivid and convincing that Darden no longer had to yank 
her clit chain to get the preferred response. Pet 
paraded among the guests nude, occasionally having her 
clit chain passed to other black men to control her for 
the enjoyment of the voyeur guests and women who were 
wet from the display. Pet's thighs shined from the pre-
cum leaking from her pussy, and she eventually got bold 
enough to point that out to potential clients. The women 
were there to witness what they could enjoy themselves 
should they choose a membership, and the husbands were 
there to watch their wives get turned on at the prospect 
of being fucked on a regular basis by black men. The 
contrast of Pet's nudity and the clothed guests was 
striking as the crowd partook of food, drink and 
conversation of black sexing. Pet noticed several 
couples on the couch pouring over an album of sorts when 
the man holding her chain also noticed, and ushered her 
over to see. The books everyone was paging through were 
photos of Pet having her ass and slit stuffed in various 
positions. The last week's film had been developed and 
put into a display book for clients to enjoy as they 
observed Pet in every position imaginable with a black 
cock in her body. Several photos showed her taking semen 
in her mouth and over her face, as well as leaking from 
her two holes. She was in a state of panic knowing that 
pictures of her were now being distributed for the 
pleasure of strangers. She was further crushed when 
someone turned on the video of her exploits, moaning and 
groaning under endless onslaughts of hard black meat.

"Feel free to take any of those photos that you wish," 
said Darden to the group of women pouring through the 
album. "We have plenty of copies, and don't forget to 
take a complimentary copy of the video tape too," Darden 
pointed to a stack of tapes that had been copied for 
distribution. Pet's heart pounded at hearing this, and 
she knew that all hope of a normal life had probably 
been lost. How in the world could she tell Rick of her 
indiscretion? How would her family react if even the 
slightest hint of her exploits should be revealed? What 
would her life be like if the world saw her as the 
leading lady in advertisement for a club devoted to 
interracial breeding? Her, Pet Bonner, the housewife who 
turns into a slut in private was now open for business.

"Wet enough yet, Pet?" the man asked yanking her clit 
chain. "Put your foot on the coffee table so we can 
see." Pet complied with the request, and the man spread 
her pussy lips with his fingers to reveal a soaked cunt, 
pulsing from desire. "Time for the show to begin," said 
the man as Darden approached the room's center.

"Ladies and gentlemen, guests! As you know, we 
specialize in unique performances and products, and this 
is no exception. We have arranged some special 
entertainment for our special guests today in the form 
of our featured white housewife who also happens to be 
part owner in our exclusive business venture. Our 
venture is more of a club, really, one that services 
white women who submit their bodies and minds to the 
pleasures of black sex. We offer call out service, daily 
and weekly rates, impregnation services, and slave 
training. We even have special programs and give added 
discounts when you choose to introduce your daughters to 
the lifestyle. Our services are unique, and are most 
often enjoyed not only by wives, but their husbands, 
friends, and even families as well. I hope you will 
enjoy our preview of what could be discreetly yours. 

Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to introduce Pet, whom 
all of you have had a chance to meet. Let me present Pet 
in a little more detail, and point out some of her finer 
qualities." Darden helped Pet onto a table, high enough 
for everyone in the room to see in the vaulted ceiling 
greatroom. "Behold.... about 5 feet 4 inches tall, 112 
pounds. Notice the light blond hair, cropped in a 
perfect bob style with bangs to match. Don't forget the 
round green eyes, button like nose and smooth 
complexion." Pet was beginning to get hot, as Darden 
continued, "Now follow on down to the breasts... nice 
tits, not to large, but firm, substantial, and most 
impressive, they're all real. Her boobs have not been 
enhanced for our pleasure, and they naturally stand firm 
to the front, not bursting, but sensuously youthful and 
bouncing." He cupped one of her breasts, pinching the 
end for effect. "Nipples that stand out and are soon to 
be nicely adorned with gold rings piercing the tender 
flesh and dangling provocatively. Continue on down to 
the flat stomach, nice round hips, and shapely straight 
legs that are accentuated by her high heels."

"Close in on the pouty lips of her bare pussy, held open 
for your viewing pleasure." Darden instructed Pet to 
spread her cunt lips for the gathering. "Notice the 
special ring inserted into her clitoris, holding it 
straight out like a miniature penis. Soon she may also 
have matching rings in her smooth baby lips as well." 
Darden spit on his fingers, and gently rubbed over the 
head of Pet's clit, making her close her eyes in ecstasy 
and firing her physical furnace. "Notice how tight and 
wet the baby hole, the birth canal, the cum sucking 
cunt! Make no mistake about it. She has had the hair 
removed from this hole, so that you and everyone could 
see into her body, see the folds of this flower without 
obstruction, and marvel at the female structure that is 
hers alone." Darden's voice grew in passion and volume 
as he became like a loud preacher on Sunday morning and 
spun Pet around, "Take notice of the white smooth skin, 
tender, soft, vulnerable, and something to be admired. 
Yes, behold a true blond goddess, a fine example of 
femininity, of womanhood, of potential motherhood.... a 
vessel that will soon be filled to overflowing. See as 
her skin sweats with a thin coat of moisture. Moisture 
that will soon be mixed, rubbed, forced to co-mingle 
with the sweat of a man.... many men." Darden turned Pet 
to display the area intended for Pet's new tattoo. "The 
virgin skin of this white living thing may soon be 
marked. Marked with the display of her affection and 
devotion to sex... being penetrated, not only by male 
flesh, but black male flesh. The symbol will show black 
meat, black cock spewing forth its potent semen and 
entering her body. Even the words at the top of a small 
heart will shout to everyone, "BLACK SEED." Her white 
girl skin will permanently tell of her addiction to 
black sexing, taking seed, a black man's seed into her 
body, and her love of the act." Pet's pussy was now 
flowing clear juice down her leg, and the first drop hit 
the floor. She involuntarily fingered her own clit with 
one hand and squeezed her exposed breast with the other 
at the knowledge that every time she exposed her back, 
every time she wore a bikini or a low back dress, she 
would be telling the world openly of her affection for 
black cock and the sperm flowing from its black balls. 

"Tonight, we will be sharing this lady's experience of 
being filled with that seed. She has been carefully 
prepared for that time of the month when she is most 
fertile, most accepting of a black man's semen to 
impregnate her. Her eggs are ripe, full, and awaiting 
the hot flood of black seed, the black seed that will 
attach itself to her lily white eggs, and, in nine 
months, produce a black baby from her pure white flesh. 
The blackness will grow inside her, mix with the 
opposite color and produce life that begins with the 
black invading and skewering the white. This housewife 
has already born children of her own, and tonight she is 
ready to be impregnated with another. 

"Of course, Pet and her friends are no strangers to 
unusual sex, nor are they strangers to the art of film 
making. Behold some of their early works." Darden 
motioned to one of the staff, and a sampler of past 
tapes was broadcast onto the big screen. The images 
showed the women with black cocks stuffing every hole, 
every hole that was leaking white milky fluid. "On the 
contrary," Darden continued, "this woman knows how to be 
a slut when she wants. She clearly savors the finer 
points of pleasing a male figure, and, to this end, she 
will experience the ultimate in female fulfillment for 
us all to witness and enjoy." At this point most of the 
women in the room were swooning from the description, 
and were ready to rape the nearest man. 

"But, who will father the child, you ask? May I present 
our personal selections." With those words, Darden 
raised his hand to present the men who had silently made 
their way into the main room, and stood naked before the 
crowd. Everyone turned to see eight men who had been 
personally selected by Darden. 

"Gentle guests, please observe the quality of our 
selections. Each man begins with at least six feet of 
height, intended to contrast with the small frame of the 
girl. They come from all points of the country, the 
result of an exhaustive search. Notice the skin tone, 
not brown, but black, exceptionally black. This 
blackness that stretches around the muscular frame was 
chosen to provide maximum contrast in black and white. 
This black flesh will mix with the white flesh of Pet 
through injections of black seed.... injections that 
will pulse directly from the penises that are equally 
completely black. No touch of light color can be seen on 
those pricks! And, finally, the pricks themselves. No 
man under the flacid length of 10 inches was considered 
for this impregnation, and the longest? The longest is a 
full 14 inches from root to tip, measured along the top. 
Think of it ladies, 14 inches of throbbing black male 
meat. Meat bursting with hot fertile sperm. Quarts of 
sperm, as these specimens have not ejaculated in two 
weeks time. Look at the balls.... balls the size of 
peaches, filled with semen ready to impregnate this 
white female. And be impregnated she will be, right 
before your eyes, the eyes of the camera, and finally 
the eyes of the world. Are we ready for some fun?"

"Oh, and one more thing," Darden announced. "If at any 
time during the exhibition you feel need to join in, 
please feel free. Some of you are loyal members of the 
club and should lead by example. We want you ladies that 
are first timers to feel absolutely comfortable with 
just letting go, and we expect to see you having some 
fun of your own at your own pace. So, if it pleases you 
to grab that black meat next to you, go right ahead. 
However, we remind the husbands that this is ladies 
night, so if you don't get attention from your woman, 
just keep yourselves satisfied by jacking off into the 
community glass. Pet will be pleased with your donation 
and will drink your contributions as the evening goes 
on." Again, Pet flushed with embarrassment at the 
prospect of drinking the men's sperm as part of her 
show, but, after all, she was the featured slut and she 
had no choice but to enjoy the cocktail.

Pet was by now totally prepared for the main event. She 
and all the men climbed onto the platform, all naked, 
sweaty and ready to fuck their brains out. Pet's shoes 
had been removed, and the only things left were the ring 
in her clitoris and her jewelry. She moved sensually 
through the group of studs, white against black, playing 
coyly with the huge black snakes as she rubbed the 
stretching skin. She fondled the balls, coaxing the 
black seed to the surface. Her body lewdly poured itself 
over the sweaty black skin of the men about to fuck her 
lithe small body, and she seemed to worship the life 
forms whose penises were growing to enormous lengths in 
preparation to enter her inner most depths. She was 
nude, naked before the crowd of people and the camera. 
Slithering her wanton blond body in and out among the 
black skinned men about to ravage her. She was tempting, 
teasing their pricks like she had only dreamed of doing, 
begging with body motions to have her legs forced apart 
and have those black monster poles poke their way inside 
her, tearing her organs if necessary to get deeper and 
closer to her fertile eggs.

"I want your sperm.," she began to talk, "I want your 
black seed on my eggs. I'm ready to breed. Breed me like 
a slut. I want these black sausages to stuff my womb. I 
want all the come from those hot balls, and I want you 
to make me pregnant for my husband." This she said over 
her shoulder looking the crowd. As it was, there was no 
way she could contain herself. Her body was as hot as a 
pistol, and the only way she could come back to normal 
was to get her fix, her fix of sex, fucking and sperm 
which she so desperately needed. 

And so, her act continued as she knelt and began using 
her mouth on the black genitals of the men. The party 
guests watched Pet licking the nut sacks after stuffing 
as much of their cocks in her mouth as she could get. 
She started with the smallest of the lot, a cock barely 
qualifying for the minimum 10 inches, but, in her small 
hands, the monster was huge. She worked her way through 
four of the men in similar fashion, and, on the fifth, 
she sucked the man's testicles into her mouth, worked 
them around, then continued on between his legs. The man 
propped one foot high onto the bench in the middle of 
the platform, as Pet continued toward his backside. 
Using both hands, she spread his ass cheeks and licked 
her way inside his ass. Her tongue thrust as deep as it 
could as her nose was buried against his black skin, and 
her mouth looked like she was trying to suck an egg from 
his ass. She continued her probe, pumping his cock at 
the same time until he was ready to come, then backed 
off and went to the next. Pet performed this act for all 
the men in order. Jerking on their black meat, her small 
white hands handled the hard meat in ever increasing 
size as her petite blond head cleaned their asses with 
her tongue. She tasted every piece of dangling cock 
meat, finishing with the largest of the group. The 14 
inches of black flesh was held before her face, and she 
attempted to suck the bat using two hands that only 
covered a mere one third of the shaft. She appeared to 
be having a black fire hose thrust into her mouth, and 
she was milking it for come, but to no avail. This one 
would have to be fucked.

And so it started. Pet took direction well, feeling that 
she was the princess, the star, the one every one's eyes 
were focused on, and she was right. She got up and 
stretched her arms high above her head, exposing her 
beautiful nude body from head to high heeled toe. Her 
blond hair glistened in the lights complimenting the 
thin film of sweat on her skin. She seemed to delight in 
moving about the "stage" in preparation for her 
insemination, but was first brought to the center of the 
group of equally naked black men. Darden started feeding 
her questions like interviewing some athlete at a 
sporting event.

"Well, to begin with, I'm really excited as you might 
expect. Let me begin by saying that I expect that before 
the night is over, I'll be pregnant with a black baby." 
A smile and giggle drew an approval from the guests. "I 
expect that I'm going to have a lot of fun getting there 
with all this dark meat." Pet lifted the massive 14 
incher in anticipation. "And, I'm looking forward to so 
many people being able to see it happen, both personally 
and on film."

"Good! Good for you!" said one of the prospective women 
club members, and the interview ended.

Darden worked to get every sequence just right. During 
the interview, the furniture was moved slightly to 
accommodate a king size mattress in the middle of the 
room. Everyone took seats around the room, cuddling into 
various bundles, ready for the entertainment. Pet stood 
and turned nervously as the men were instructed to 
either take a seat on the bed, or stand near the action, 
but out of the way of the filming. The men, were told to 
begin stroking themselves while they watched, and some 
of the regular women club members were summoned to be 
"get 'em up girls" for the evening. Darden explained 
that, in the industry, a "get 'em up girl" was hired to 
suck and fondle the men off camera in order to keep them 
up until it was their turn to come or get in the action.

Pet was filmed in various poses with the men. Both video 
and still shots were taken as she responded to the 
direction of Darden and suggestions from the voyeur 
guests. Pet posed in the middle of the group, her white 
nude body against the pitch blackness of the skin 
surrounding her. She posed with several men, attempting 
to swallow their cocks; with others she merely 
languished her body against theirs to show the color 
contrast of their skin; she was even held aloft by two 
of the blacks, each holding one of her legs out to the 
side almost splitting her in two, but making a clear 
view for the camera to flaunt her nakedness and bare 
pussy in the hands of the men. 

Pet loved teasing and posing for a camera, and she took 
direction well, often making suggestions for better 
shots. She worked with several of the men, as she lay on 
her back, legs spread, and guided thick black meat into 
her sopping cunt. She would pause and move around, 
waiting for the cameras to snap away, sometimes holding 
her legs high, sometimes a single leg into the air as a 
black stud mounted her from a side angle, straddling one 
leg with her other leg over his shoulder. Her 
expressions were an important part of the poses, and Pet 
offered several versions of appearance during each shot. 
Her angelic face surrounded by her light golden hair 
ranged from determined slut, to head tilted back with 
eyes closed passion, to little girl mischievous smile 
straight into the camera with wide green eyes as she sat 
spread eagle, impaled on a pure black prick. She would 
hold the pose for as long as necessary to get the 
desired effect, sometimes with her lovers cock just 
ready to enter her pussy, sometimes with the big black 
meat embedded to the balls, stretching her white lips. 
This went on for about fifteen minutes, at which time 
the preliminaries were done, and it was time for her 
first good fucking.

Pet was so excited she could hardly contain herself. She 
had gone without sex for over a week, and was bursting 
at the seams for relief. Pet was told to take her 
position on the mattress, and immediately responded by 
throwing herself into place. They started with the 
smallest of the group, meaning to work their way up in 
size, and the first man positioned himself at her head. 
Pet was moved so that her head was at the edge and was 
tilted backward which straightened her neck and throat. 
The man began by laying his massive black tool across 
Pet's face, and commanded that she lick the length. Her 
tongue traveled the entire length, then proceeded to his 
balls which she sucked into her mouth individually, then 
continued on back to his asshole. She probed deeply into 
the black hole, thrusting her tongue as far as it would 
go into the abyss. After some good camera angles, the 
man parted her lips and began thrusting into Pet's 
throat. The guests were in disbelief as the monster slid 
relatively effortlessly to full length after about four 
strokes. Ten inches of hot cock meat was shoved down her 
throat about ready to explode, but the big prick was 
masterfully removed before coming, and the man held the 
base tight while he walked around to stand between Pet's 
legs. 

The bed was tilted up slightly to afford Pet a good view 
of the penetration, and her legs were forced wide to the 
sides and held into place. In this position she looked 
like the helpless little white bitch that she was. Her 
breasts jutted upward defying gravity toward the man in 
front of her, and her legs were splayed stretching her 
bald snatch wide open for the impending insertion. She 
couldn't have stopped it or closed her legs if she 
tried, as the incredibly black man began rubbing his 
penis in her vaginal folds. Up and down to gain 
lubrication until his cock head was soaked, then he held 
the monster at her opening and started inwards. The 
white pussy lips of the blond housewife were parted by 
the black prick as it penetrated about three to four 
inches at first. In a few seconds, eight to nine inches 
of meat had been buried in her snatch, and she was 
moaning with ecstasy, begging for more black meat. The 
man had his cock buried as far as her cunt would allow, 
and there were two inches to go. The man thrust in and 
out for half a dozen strokes before pulling out, and 
being replaced by the next man in line. Again, a massive 
twelve incher was buried in her snatch, pumped, and 
removed. The scene was repeated five or six times as the 
men lined up to get their practice runs.

With the sixth man, Josh positioned the video camera to 
capture the penetration of the thick prick which was 
somewhere between 12 and 13 inches. On the outside all 
could see her beautiful bare white skinned cunt being 
stretched by this black pole, and on the inside they 
could only imagine the cock head positioned at her 
cervical entrance. There was nowhere left to go, but the 
man held tight to the base of his cock, causing the 
member to stay hard as steel, as he pushed forward. 
Pet's scream shattered through the house as the bulbous 
head spread the pucker of her cervix and entered her 
womb. The head did not withdraw back through the tight 
interior opening on the successive thrusts, but only 
drove deeper into her cavity until the black instrument 
was buried up to the swinging balls. 

The man began taking longer and longer strokes, and 
penetrated freely to her inner chamber. Pet was going 
crazy with lust as she felt her insides being stretched. 
Darden's narration of the action pointed to the position 
of her eggs in her womb, exposed to direct contact with 
the sperm about to be injected from the invading tool. 
It happened almost simultaneously as Darden nodded to 
the black man who thrust deep into her chamber and held 
the length buried at full depth. Pet felt her body 
shudder uncontrollably with one of the most violent 
climaxes of her life, as she felt the living member 
inside her swell and began pulsing. The big black balls 
tightened, pushing stream after stream of hot thick 
semen through the cock and into Pet. The camera shot was 
spectacular. All could virtually see the sperm travel 
its length to the head, then spew forth into her 
cervical chamber and over her eggs. Pulse after pulse of 
sticky cum poured forth in huge amounts, filling her 
insides as he slowly withdrew his cock like a filler 
pipe. 

Pet's eyes were wild with lust, for she just felt the 
hot black man liquid being squirted inside her. As the 
man withdrew, not a drop of semen followed. She had been 
injected with sperm, and her body was holding it inside. 
There was a collective groan from the crowd of guests as 
they watched the first man withdraw his cock and turn to 
the camera to show its glistening blackness. Pet was by 
no means satisfied, and only had her fire stoked for 
more action. The next man was up and ready in no time. 
He positioned himself over Pet's face, dragging his cock 
and balls over her mouth to suck. He worked her over 
pretty good, stuffing her mouth full of his black meat, 
then spread his ass cheeks and fed it to her lips. Pet 
inserted her tongue deep in the man's asshole, licking 
the inside while he jacked off above her, flopping his 
big balls over her nose and eyes. Without ceremony, he 
changed positions, moved between her open legs, and 
thrust his black pole home in her cunt. The entry was 
becoming a lot easier, and the familiar "pop" was almost 
audible as he penetrated her cervix in his vicious rape 
of Rick's wife. 

Her passion was far too great to hold back, and another 
raging climax shook her body, as she continued to thrust 
her hips up to gather in all the cock she could. She 
screamed with wild abandon while feeling the come 
spewing forth from this man's thick black member, and 
the video captured another load of black sperm as it was 
shot over her eggs. The massive load of goo streamed 
from balls to womb in a fascinating journey through 
living flesh, and, once more Rick's wife had been 
injected with black come, black seed, the sperm from the 
black skinned fathers of her potential baby.

Pet was really going wild, having coursed through 
several huge climaxes. Darden knew very well that this 
blond princess was heavily orgasmic, and was never 
satisfied with one or two in a single session. In fact, 
her talent for multiple orgasms often controlled her 
body during gang bangs to the point that she completely 
lost self control. This was especially true tonight as 
her eyes roll back and her body begged for more. One 
more fuck on the bed was scheduled, and that was to be 
with the king prick. The man emptying his load inside 
Pet was slowly extracting the shiny snake, but all eyes 
were on the next in line. Fourteen inches of long black 
meat were springing to life, and Pet was being 
positioned to view it all. The man laid the huge black 
tube over her face, and moved his hips back and forth so 
that it slid over her white face and red lips from root 
to tip. Pet lapped at the tip, tasting the pre come that 
dripped from the big black bat, then licked her way down 
to his ball sack. Balls the size of peaches, and filled 
with hot sperm were ready to unload in Rick's pretty 
blond wife's cunt, but first she would have to repeat 
the nasty task of licking the man's balls. This time the 
man squatted over her face with ass cheeks spread, and 
laid his huge member down between her breasts. He tit 
fucked Pet for a few minutes while she continued to 
mouth his nut sack. They both had worked up a good sweat 
in the heat of the night, and their bodies shined in the 
lights.

Once again, Pet's rapist moved into position between her 
legs. To get an idea of where this thing was going, the 
man laid the length of his cock on her belly. Fourteen 
hard stiff black inches of human flesh stretched from 
her pussy to between her breasts as the people crowded 
around to see the spectacle. Pet's eyes grew wide, and 
her breathing became rapid as she involuntarily started 
dry humping her hips. The man pulled back, positioned 
the throbbing head of his prick at her entrance, and 
thrust forward. Pet arched her back as seven, ten, then 
eleven inches disappeared inside her body. The penis was 
fully inserted into her womb with three more inches to 
go. Three more inches, the width of an average man's 
fist, was all that was left. Pet's body was full and her 
pussy lips stretched to capacity around the huge living 
black member. No one could believe the depth of 
penetration. She was bound and determined to succeed in 
stuffing the entire length in her body, and with a deep 
breadth, she started pushing down. The man inside her 
was so startled, and cramped himself that he backed up, 
withdrawing from her pussy, and exiting with a loud pop. 
The look of amazement on everyone's face couldn't hide 
their disappointment at the thought of actually seeing 
this blond girl fully impaled on the end of this 
monster.

Pet didn't hesitate as she got up and physically pushed 
the man onto his back on the king size bed. Pet was so 
horny that she took command of the situation and 
directed two of the 'get 'em up girls' to give her 
assistance as she attacked the massive black cock. All 
three women stroked, licked and sucked the huge member 
to full erection, bringing the man to the point of near 
ejaculation. She quickly enlisted the aid of two fresh 
black studs as they lifted her body and positioned her 
cunt over the erect man meat being held vertical by the 
four hands of the staff girls. Pet ordered the men to 
lower her onto the stiff pole, as her pussy lips 
stretched to accommodate the piece of meat. The men each 
held one of Pet's legs out split wide as possible, and 
she held onto their necks as they slowly lowered away. 
In seconds, the stiff black member was once again 
popping through her cervix, and was buried with the 
remaining three inches to go. As if in a gymnastic iron 
cross, she pushed the men to the side as they continued 
their grip on her ankles. Then Pet closed her eyes, let 
out a scream, and let go of their necks. Her full weight 
came to bear on the massive fourteen inch cock, forcing 
the entire length into her body. Fourteen hard black 
inches of thick penis was imbedded in Rick's petite 
blond wife, force through he cervix, into her womb, and 
pushed to her very lungs. All of her internal organs 
were forced to the side as she allowed her body to be 
speared by this massive black prick. No effort was made 
to extract her. Everyone knew at this point what was 
happening inside. The man arched his back, no longer 
caring about Pet's safety, and held his cock at full 
penetration. 

Sitting there naked as part of the entertainment, the 
women in the room not only cheered Pet on, but totally 
lost control as some of their escorts pushed them onto 
all fours and entered them from behind. Pet's exhibition 
was enough to hard boil any woman's eggs, and surely 
enough to coax a fresh load from the black attendants 
into the female audience. The guests fucked like minks, 
watching Rick's wife impaled on the biggest, blackest 
cock in history, and about to have about four ounces of 
fresh semen injected directly into her womb. There would 
be no swimming for that sperm, since they would be 
sprayed directly onto her eggs. One guest was ready for 
a tasty load, and as she watched, she bucked wildly 
until there were two shows for the guests to enjoy. One, 
the insemination of a beautiful blond housewife by a 
huge black man's prick, the other, the insemination of a 
new club member. 

Pet held onto her legs just below her knees, and rocked 
back and forth on the huge pole while the two black men 
holding her ankles continued their grip. She was milking 
the king sized beast for all she was worth, and the man 
below her was getting the best pussy of his life. He was 
splitting Rick's demure wife with his boner, and was 
approaching the point of ejaculation. His balls were 
more than ready, and the amount of sperm that had built 
up was enough to impregnate hundreds of women. Both Pet 
and the man convulsed at the same time, as his massive 
balls contracted and began pumping huge amounts of black 
sperm further inside than ever before. Pulse after pulse 
of hot cum was injected into her body, and she was 
inseminated with a veritable flood of potent black seed. 
The convulsions lasted for over two minutes until 
someone realized that they should pull Pet off of the 
rigid tool.

The two men at her legs took hold under her arms and 
slowly rocked her backward until she lay on her back, 
and the man she was fucking rolled forward, still 
impaling her with his prick. Her ass was lifted and two 
pillows were placed underneath to keep the sperm from 
flowing out. As the monster cock was withdrawn, a hushed 
pop could be heard as the head pulled back through her 
cervix, then another pop as the entire length was 
finally extracted. The audience applauded wildly upon 
seeing the glistening black beast hanging over its prey. 
Pet was now inseminated, fucked by the biggest blackest 
cock she'd ever had, and her eggs were swimming 
helplessly in his black seed. All that was left of Pet's 
cunt was a gaping hole wide enough to fist her.

Far from over, her impregnation was not to be left to 
chance. There was still a line of men waiting to empty 
their balls in Pet, and, as she lay moaning in silence, 
the next black man knelt between her legs and inserted 
his penis. As he proceeded to fuck her, the camera 
panned around at the guests who were now in various 
states of disarray. Men's hands were probing at fully 
exposed pussies, panties having been discarded in the 
heat of the show, and cocks were being sucked or pumped 
by women who were aching to be fucked like Pet. This is 
why they came. This is what they were seeking - 
stimulation to expose their hidden lust, something that 
would make them go over the edge, something very real 
and right there in front of them that would give them 
the excuse to lose control and go wild without remorse 
or any limitation. This was the very special moment for 
which they paid dearly, and which they so desperately 
sought. A place and time where it was all right to be 
raped, where it was encouraged to rape, and where 
husbands could get off on watching their spouse getting 
fucked while they, themselves were jacking off into the 
communal glass.

The video camera closed in to capture the big black 
balls of another man contract and pump their semen into 
Pet. Man after man took his turn in her baby hole until 
the come was overflowing and being pushed out around the 
sides. After about the twelfth man had finished with 
her, another man of huge proportion took his turn. His 
was thirteen inches of prime black meat, and he used it 
in much the same way as her first deep fuck. Into her 
pussy, past her cervix, and into her womb the black 
snake stretched. Pet was learning how to take the big 
ones, and this was no exception. His performance was 
scheduled to ensure that enough semen still remained 
inside her womb, and her fertile eggs were still covered 
in the black man's goo. She brought both herself and him 
to climax, and as she came in convulsions, he withdrew 
about two inches to give his come enough room inside 
her. He filled her chamber, exiting as he continued to 
pump, but all the time keeping a good ten to twelve 
inches inside her pussy. Her cunt was full, and he was 
the last of the monster pricks that would fuck her that 
night. That is, unless twelve inch cocks don't qualify 
as monsters.

The rest of the black men lined up, each taking their 
turns filling Pet's little white body with black baby 
seed. For the next two hours, she was fucked by every 
man that had been assembled to inseminate her body, and 
every one was captured on film. She had received load 
after load from more than ten men. She had a strange 
black penis inserted between her legs, shoved into her, 
and she felt the throbbing hot meat spew forth the white 
cream that attached itself to her fertile eggs. Pet did 
this in full view of the crowd of strangers, and under 
the direction of her black masters so that every angle, 
every throb, every stream of ejaculate entering her body 
was marked in clear detail. 

When all were finished with her, she lay in a pool of 
sperm. Puddles of white semen dripped down onto her 
breasts and around her neck. She had tasted the spunk of 
about twenty loads mixed together and overflowing into 
her asshole and down her front. Her face was encrusted 
with the dry remnants of what the men scooped from her 
body and smeared over into her hair, head and tits in 
humiliation of her white girl's body. However, her 
humiliation at the hands of the group of black men was 
far from being done, and she was now free to stand and 
parade around the room area showing off her freshly 
fucked body and the well used snatch that overflowed 
with the spunk from her black lovers.

Teetering, she strutted fully nude around the room, 
slowly pausing for everyone to get a good look at her 
sweaty body covered with dried semen. She made a show of 
her reddened pussy, bare and easy to see, as she was led 
around by the light chain attached to her clitoris ring 
like she was on Darden's leash. He made her walk on tip 
toes, as if she were on imaginary heels, which made the 
muscles in her legs stand out, and made her back 
straight. When standing, Darden would slightly yank the 
chain, pulling up on her clitoris and drew attention to 
her puffy pussy lips. Pet really made a show of it all 
by rubbing her tits or making them bounce as she pranced 
around naked in front of the groups of people. As she 
made a spectacle of herself, she noticed several women 
frantically signing documents that had been passed to 
them by Patty. Before the night was over, every couple 
and single lady in the company of their escort had 
signed breeding contracts with the club. At the cost of 
ten thousand apiece, the women would then be free to 
participate in breeding sessions as they wished, where 
they could come to the club and enjoy an evening of all 
the black meat they desired for free. Their husbands, if 
they wished to accompany their wives, would be charged a 
nominal fee to cover cleaning costs, and would stand in 
the glass enclosed room to jack off and sip drinks while 
they watched their wives being fucked by the black men 
in the main sexing area. In addition, the club offered 
special services for an added fee. These included 
professional video taping, special sessions to include 
the husband, home parties complete with catering for 
"girl's night out," and even special instruction classes 
for adult children of the members. For some reason, the 
latter was always popular after the couples realized how 
much they had been missing, and they wanted to provide 
the best experience possible for their families and 
their partners. It was revealed later that the house 
next door had been purchased to serve as that exclusive 
club headquarters for this region, and it would be easy 
for Pet to hostess many of the events, and to screen the 
black men who would be used to service the white women.

Pet had been injected with countless loads of black 
sperm, but her night was not over. She was returned to 
the bed and made to lie on her back. She was forced to 
suck the cum from her snatch through a clear tube, such 
that the crowd could see the creamy fluid travel from 
her pussy to her awaiting mouth. When she was too weak 
to suck, the men would spoon semen from her vagina and 
collect the white milk for Pet to enjoy later in a 
cocktail. What was left was the gaping dark hole that 
was still oozing a mixture from her woman hole and the 
black men's balls.

Pet didn't notice the guests leaving, as the lights were 
dimmed and she fell asleep. She was barely conscious of 
people moving about the room, but the coolness of the 
overhead fan in the hot summer air rushed Pet and her 
black lovers off to a dream world that was filled with 
sex and nightmares of possible pregnancy. 





Pet Project
(Chapter 9)


It was a strange night for Pet, as she slept fitfully, 
dreaming of her ordeal, but with an unusual satisfaction 
of sexual fulfillment and deep-seated happiness. Morning 
was not rushed, and the mixed household made no effort 
to rouse the others as they woke according to their own 
schedules. By the time Pet could sleep no more, several 
of the men were already preparing breakfast, and the 
smell of frying bacon and hot coffee wafted along the 
warm summer breeze. Although she remained naked, Pet 
stretched like a young girl with hands high above her 
head and toes pointed. Rolling over to one side, she 
encountered a smiling black face with incredibly white 
teeth that said, "Good morning, sunshine." Pet didn't 
know the name of the man, but had slept next to him all 
night, being fondled at will. She wasn't that surprised, 
and responded with an equally pleasant response as she 
subconsciously reached down to grasp his black dick. The 
feeling was that of casual sensuality and seemed so 
natural that she smiled as she moaned her delight. The 
man didn't insist on sex, nor did she have that in mind, 
but rather it was a slow wakening to another day of 
discovery and freedom that Pet was growing to cherish. 
Even though she smiled, she thought to herself that no 
one could guess that it was her birthday today.

When she finally got up, the man escorted her into the 
bathroom where they showered together. They took turns 
soaping each other's bodies in a slippery mix of black 
and white without limits. They moved in virtual silence 
as they completed their routine by drying, making minor 
adjustments, and then returning to the main room of the 
house, naked together. Darden, Carl, Josh and another 
man were awaiting the pair with a full breakfast spread 
before them.

"Now that's a switch," voiced Pet. "I was expecting that 
you would want your white bitch to make breakfast for 
you, instead of the other way around." She couldn't 
believe hearing herself blurt out those words so easily, 
but quickly attributed it to her accepted new lifestyle.

"Let's just say that any possession worth keeping is 
worth taking care of. Besides, you're not really a 
slave, Pet," said Darden as he sipped his coffee and 
offered her a seat.

Pet's face had a puzzled and almost disappointed look. 
Darden picked up on the confusion and continued, "Oh, 
not a slave like in chains, but more of a modern, 
willing slave. What your master wills of you, you do 
because you want to please yourself as much as you want 
to please him. It's your inner spirit that's really 
free....free enough to let go and fight some 
preconceived notion that you're enslaved."

"I don't get it," Pet protested.

"Sure you do. You know very well that you have a choice. 
You didn't have to come here yesterday. You didn't have 
to stay. You didn't have to parade around nude among all 
those people, then have sex for their entertainment. You 
could have left, but you didn't. You stayed because you 
wanted to, because it was your choice. Tell me, where 
else in your life do you have choices that are ready to 
be made? What other barriers are you ready to break?" 
Darden spoke pleasantly, firmly, and almost lovingly as 
he continued with his breakfast.

"Choice? You call this a choice?" Pet said as she 
accepted a glass of champagne and orange juice. "I had 
no choice. Why, the very idea of those tapes and photos 
of me being black sexed.....being sent to my friends, my 
family. And now, to see that you're distributing them to 
perfect strangers. I feel like a slut, a whore, like the 
worst wife and mother in the world. My life is in the 
toilet."

Darden went over to the wall, took down a mirror that 
was hanging there, and held it in front of Pet. "Now, I 
want you to take a good look. Look at the image and be 
brutally honest to me. Does that look like a slut? Like 
a whore? Like hateful, spiteful, wretched person?"

The image showed a pretty blonde housewife, hair neatly 
done, rosey cheeks, diamond choker and matching 
earrings. "Smile, Pet," Darden demanded, and the image 
became even prettier. "Personally, I don't see any of 
those things. Perhaps the closest stretch of the 
imagination would be a slut to some, but a slut is no 
more than a person who dearly loves having sex, and does 
so without profit. No, what I see is a lady who is 
expressing her desires without fear of what the rest of 
the world thinks. Why, you even chose to wear your new 
jewelry because it makes you feel good, special, 
worthwhile."

Darden's words rang true in Pet's ears, and, as she 
stared at herself, she began seeing the adult lady of 
whom he spoke. She began seeing her image with dignity 
and pride, even with enthusiasm that was kindled by his 
respect. To say the least, Pet was confused, and she 
still harbored fears.

"But, my husband, what about him? I can never tell him 
about what's happening now. Our marriage would be 
ruined," she said as she began crying.

"Pet, what's your biggest fear. Better yet, what would 
you really like to have happen now? Do you want 
everything here to go away, and for you to return to 
what you had before? Would you like to keep discovering 
new feelings? What?"

"I just.... I just...," Pet couldn't seem to find the 
words, but then it came to her. "What I really would 
like, I mean if I really ruled the world right now, is 
if I could tell Rick and he would get terribly excited 
and thrilled about me and what's going through me. More 
than anything in the world, I would want to share this 
and for him to be happy with me. I want to see a smile 
on his face. I want to see him get a huge hard-on 
watching me get stuffed with black meat. I want HIM to 
have some fun too, and maybe get some strange pussy for 
himself. Hell, I'd like to watch that! Then we could 
talk about it and be happy together. I just don't want 
to do this alone...I want Rick with me!" she was almost 
out of breadth with excitement.

"Ok, well you have the videos, the pictures, and the 
choice. You can't tell me that you two have never 
fantasized about you having a black lover."

"Of course we did," said Pet as she bit into an English 
muffin. "but that was in the heat of having sex. You 
know, it was a stimulant, a fantasy."

"So, did it work? Did you both get off on it?"

"Well, yeah...." Pet was at loss for excuses.

"Then stop feeling bad to make it okay. Just let it be 
okay. Besides, it sure hasn't ruined your appetite," 
Darden mused as he caught Pet in the middle of chowing 
down on the spread before her. She had either forgotten 
about her nakedness, or had become so comfortable with 
it that it no longer mattered as her breast dragged 
across the syrup that was poured over a short stack. Pet 
looked shocked as if not knowing how to clean her 
nipple, but, seeing her dilemma, her morning escort 
sitting beside her casually reached over lifted her 
breast and licked the sweet syrup from her nipple, 
sucking it to a stiff finish. Pet made no effort to stop 
the man, and, in fact, watched as the black lips 
engulfed her soft flesh. When her eyes met Darden's, she 
immediately knew that he had been right, and the strange 
mix of pleasure and innocent lust was something that she 
could not live without.

Darden stared grinning at the scene, then said, "We'll 
see what we can arrange about making your wishes come 
true, but first you have one more demonstration of 
sincerity to perform for the new business venture. One 
that I'm sure you'll enjoy, not to mention our clients."

Pet was still eating as she inquired, "and what's that, 
oh great master?" Her tone was that of kidding with her 
lovers, playing the part of the white slave as she 
smiled and winked in mid bite.

"Everyone enjoyed your performance so much last night, 
that they were thrilled when I invited them to the 
auction this morning," Darden explained.

"What? Don't tell me you're branching out into 
antiques," Pet said jokingly.

"I would hardly call you an antique, my dear." Pet 
nearly choked, and her heart pumped as he continued. 
"You see, one of our very special form of customer 
appreciation is to auction the services of a favorite 
member to the highest bidder. That way they can truly 
get what they pay for, and the excitement of owning 
their very own sex slave, well...."

"You can't mean..."

"Why, yes, Pet. You are to be auctioned to the highest 
bidder, body and soul for the next three weeks. The 
clients were thrilled with the sample photos I sent, and 
a few were even in attendance yesterday, but most are 
invitees that will be seeing you and bidding on you for 
the first time in about," Darden glanced at his watch, 
"an hour. So I suggest you finish up, get yourself 
cleaned and ready for your excursion, and think of 
something sexy to do and say while you're being hawked 
to the highest bidder."

"But, what about Rick?" she said in a panic. "He was 
supposed to meet me here this weekend. And what about 
clothes and things to bring? I can't do this."

"You see? There you go again mixing your concern for 
Rick, and your feminine concern for appearance in one 
breadth. The fact of life is that you will be sold as 
is, you will be used as your new owners see fit, and you 
will be returned to Rick at the end of three weeks 
thoroughly fucked, even impregnated if they so desire. 
Who's slave are you, cunt? Who's your master, you white 
cum sucking bitch?" Darden was in her face and yelling 
to make his point. Pet never liked the word "cunt" and 
Darden knew it would get to her. He used is words and 
tone of voice masterfully, because he knew he would 
never stoop to violence, so his only alternative was to 
emotionally overpower his women.

"You...you are, master," she said as her eyes dropped 
and she put her life in his hands. Darden immediately 
backed away, voicing his pleasure, and left the room 
reminding Pet that she had but one hour to prepare. Pet 
was frightened out of her wits, but the odd thing she 
noticed was that her nipples were hard, and her pussy 
juices were flowing.

~~

Patty helped Pet get prepared for the auction, making 
sure her hair was done in perfect order and her pussy 
was freshly shaved for the event. She was really quite 
helpful in calming Pet's anxiety by assuring her that it 
would be a thrill of a lifetime to be sold as a sex 
slave.

"I didn't know what to expect the first time I was sold, 
but when it was all said and done, I couldn't wait for 
the next time," said Patty.

"You were sold? Tell me what it's like," implored Pet.

"Oh, I really can't tell you exactly because each time 
is different. The men set up a different scenario each 
time, trying to throw in some sort of twist that will 
really hype the bidders. It works too. Even though some 
of the things are repeats, the bodies are different, and 
it's always one fucking good time! Pardon the pun."

"So what do you think's going to happen this time? Is 
there any chance of me being here when Rick expects me?" 
asked Pet. She spoke as she bent over to fasten the 
strap on her white heels.

"Geez! I can't answer that, but I do know that you won't 
be the only one auctioned, and I think the only way that 
you'll see Rick this week is if he shows up to bid on 
you himself. Plainly speaking, you can kiss your 
rendezvous goodbye."

Pet was flushed with a combination of intense worry, 
intense lust, and intense excitement. Patty had done a 
good job of preparing her, and was putting the final 
touch on her work of art by pouring a light coat of oil 
over Pet's skin. She worked the oil from Pet's neck to 
her toes, covering each crevasse with her fingers until 
she had touched and caressed every inch of her skin. Pet 
stood atop four inch heels with the face of a china doll 
and glistening nude body. Not a hair was left below her 
neck, and her exposed pussy sported a shining ring that 
drew attention to her baby smooth pussy. Pet was ready 
to be sold.

In order to be her escort, Patty was also required to 
dress appropriately. Not being a piece of merchandise to 
be sold this time, she chose something nonetheless 
revealing. It was a simple sun dress, not necessarily 
short, but was made of thin, semi-transparent material. 
Her breasts were outlined perfectly, and her nipples 
showed through as if the material wasn't even there. The 
crack of her ass was invaded by more material that clung 
to her pantiless bottom, and her pussy was thinly 
veiled, but easily viewed. She too showed strong 
attractive legs atop her four inch heels.

It was about ten in the morning when Patty escorted Pet 
into the main room which was buzzing with activity. Food 
was being set up by caterers, men (mostly black) and 
women (mostly white) were getting into a party mood by 
introducing themselves, and changing into various forms 
of undress. Eyes turned to look Pet up and down, which 
made her body flush with exposed excitement and a 
feverish desire to be taken like she was the night 
before. The whole house was being transformed into a 
massive party that spread outside and continued to the 
docking area. Pet glanced out the window to notice 
several large cabin cruisers backing up to the dock, and 
more waiting their turn to settle in along side someone 
else. As the line formed, they made an affective barrier 
to passing boats making their way along the coast, 
allowing only glimpses of the shoreline. The beach house 
and their neighboring house were effectively privatized 
from public view.
 
On entering the scene, it was clear that the party mood 
was in escalating with music blasting, areas filled with 
well dressed people sitting on padded sofas and chairs 
around low, sturdy cocktail tables, and others standing 
and conversing to the side. Furniture had been moved out 
onto the lawn making it more of a garden party. All in 
all, there had to be close to a sixty or more people - 
male, female, young and old. The party seemed to be 
grouped by tables, with anywhere from six to ten people 
per group, each identified with a small table sign 
indicating the groups origin, like Atlanta, Illinois, 
Florida, or Southwest. One of the group's titles was FV 
Enterprises, which caught Pet's curiosity, and she asked 
Patty if she knew anything about them.

"Oh, that's Fantasy Venture Enterprises. It's a very 
private organization that, as a side to their regular 
video productions, produce specialty videos of unusual 
nature by request."

"OK, but will you give me a little background here? I 
mean, this is a great party, but who are all these 
people?" As she spoke, she could see that a few 
individuals in attendance were constantly drawing a 
crowd, including Patty and Pet. People would gather 
around, introduce themselves, ask a few questions, and 
then proceed to the next individual. All that time they 
would be eyeing her up and down, blatantly focusing on 
her ass or tits, and some even asking odd questions 
like, "So, do you have any racial preferences?" or "What 
are some of your wildest fantasies?" It was obvious that 
Pet liked the attention, but the forwardness of complete 
strangers gave her a body rush that reddened her skin, 
and caused an apparent nervousness in the hands holding 
her drink.

Patty smiled at the attention Pet was receiving, and 
began her explanation that she, being the originator of 
the sex slave auction, was in constant contact with 
other clubs and groups around the country. Of course, 
these groups shared many of their ideas for activities, 
parties, events, etc., and that she had organized this 
type of event as a spin-off from the Lifestyles 
convention each year, only more exclusive, and 
definitely more private. She shared a description of 
what she went through with some of the founders of other 
clubs, and found that they were very interested in doing 
something similar. Some of the clubs gave it a try and 
loved it, calling her with feedback, and eventually 
suggesting that they do something like it together, only 
on a larger scale. 

Through months of organizing, Patty's efforts came 
together in today's event as an auction for the benefit 
of each of the clubs. Each club needed to select a 
representative or two to be auctioned away to another 
club for whatever purpose they wanted, and the proceeds 
would be used to cover expenses for that club's "use" of 
the person, and to cover the expense of this event. If 
money was left over, then the individual would be given 
the remainder.

It suddenly became painfully clear that Pet was to be 
this club's auction item, and that the attention she was 
getting was from other groups looking over the 
merchandise before deciding what to bid. Each member 
item had to come with the club's suggestions for use and 
abuse that the buyer could use to get better "service" 
out of the merchandise. Pet could just imagine what 
suggestions Darden had made for his new business 
partner. 

"Relax, Pet. I know darn well that every man loves to 
see his wife being fucked by other men, especially black 
men, and so we made arrangements to film your experience 
for Rick. At least that way you two won't be completely 
separated this weekend, since he'll have the chance to 
watch the video over and over."

Pet had to admit, the whole concept was really making 
her lose control, especially after Patty pointed out 
some of the other merchandise. First, there was Pet, 
then she pointed to another housewife with long black 
hair and knockout figure. Great, but Pet's slit really 
started flowing when she boasted of some really special 
items, like the 17 year old daughter of one club's 
couple who was being initiated, and the mother and 
daughter combination that looked for all the world like 
sisters. Speaking of sisters, there was one brother and 
sister up for bid, and another brother and two sister 
team going for their first time. Not to be outdone, one 
club offered a mother / son pair, but oddly enough, none 
of the clubs came up with father daughter combo. Patty 
explained that it was still a little early for the 
daughter someone had in mind, but maybe by this time 
next year, who knows. The last item was a five black 
stud team from a predominantly black swing club 
somewhere in the southeast part of the country.

"OK, but what does the video company have to offer?"

"They're the odd man out. They were mentioned to me by 
one of the club's elite groups as having a special 
interest in filming something unusual. One of the 
company's owners is a club member of sorts with some 
group out of the Virgin Islands area, and has some 
special orders for unusual material which he shared with 
me. After hearing his ideas, I couldn't resist, and 
thought it perfect for some lucky piece of merchandise. 
Besides, they bring a hefty sum of money to the table, 
and....they are all black, my favorite flavor!" Patty's 
fetish for interracial sex was what could best be 
described as uncontrollable. She enjoyed many ours being 
penetrated by black cock and being filled with black 
sperm. Patty had been turned into a veritable whirlpool 
of black semen during her submission game last fall.

Patty made the comment, "We've been exchanging notes for 
nine months, and you're in for some very heavy fucking 
from these strangers once you get sold."

The very thought of getting sold, and actually being a 
possession of someone for their exclusive slave use made 
Pet blush with excitement. The fact that she was in her 
most fertile period was having its effect as she drew 
her breadth in, rubbing the sides of her tits with her 
arms.

An announcer for the party stood on the dock area, and 
directed each of the groups to prepare their merchandise 
for display prior to the auction. Small crowds started 
forming on portions of the lawn to surround their 
representatives while they dressed for presentation. 
Glancing around, Pet noticed that there was more 
undressing than dressing, and the mini-events were done 
in the open for the enjoyment of the guests. 

As part of the pre-auction activities, the organizers 
had arranged for the clubs to have some fun with their 
own merchandise. Jessica was escorted to one of two 
stations on the stage area, and watched as the mother 
and daughter team before her had their nipples pierced, 
and rings inserted. Her own nipples started to harden as 
she watched the process of connecting one ring from the 
mother with one ring from the daughter, using both right 
tits. She noticed that both had been shaven, and their 
pussies were glistening from dripping fluid. 

A bit of finery was added to Pet's jewelry, a gold chain 
that was attached to her clit ring, snaked under her 
crotch, and up her back to fasten to the "D" ring on her 
choker collar. The posture chain was fitted tight, 
causing her to keep a perfectly straight back and to 
thrust her breast proudly on display. Any attempts to 
look down toward her bare fuck hole was met with a 
painful yank on the clit ring, so all she could do was 
dismount the stool and descend the stage to mingle nude 
with the finely dressed crowd.

Pet looked pretty damned fuckable at the moment, a 
veritable exhibition of femininity. Her pert blond bob-
style hair was perfectly offset by her diamond choker 
and dangling earrings, and her posture was perfect, the 
heels emphasizing her straight finely shaped legs that 
terminated at a beautifully exposed bare baby hole, and 
breasts that jutted up and out, bouncing and jiggling 
with her every move. Her tanned skin was moist with 
sweat as she was handed a glass of white wine, and was 
escorted throughout the crowd for people's viewing 
pleasure. Men and women alike made no efforts to hide 
their interest in her nude body, and a few openly 
stroked her opened pussy to feel the moisture being 
produced by her exposure. Pet dared not flinch when a 
finger was casually inserted in her pussy to test its 
depth and grip. She would stand dutifully still, sipping 
her white wine while allowing the probing action to take 
place as other's watched.

The pre-game show wasn't over, so Pet and Patty stood 
and watched as the other merchandise was being prepared 
for sale. The brother and sisters team had their 
genitals connected by connecting a chain from the right 
pussy lip of one sister, through a scrotum ring on her 
brother, and on to the left pussy ring of her other 
sister. The other brother/sister team was hooked 
similarly, and the five black man team was not pierced, 
but all were completely shaved and oiled. All the 
individuals to be auctioned mingled among the crowd 
nude, being teased and taunted, having their pussies 
probed or their cocks and balls squeezed in full 
inspection of the merchandise. The sexual tension was 
high, and all in attendance were formulating their plans 
for bidding.

Finally time had come to start the auction, and the 
announcer gathered people's attention to the dock area. 
He made the usual introductions, then invited Darden on 
stage to outline the program. He was enthusiastic in 
addressing the member clubs, and explained that the 
auction was to provide new blood to the submission games 
of each club. He explained that the owner of the 
submitting slave had the right to demand any act, create 
any situation, and to use their slaves in any way they 
saw fit for their pleasure. The only rules were no 
broken bones, permanent cuts or bruises, and she 
continued, "however, that doesn't rule out public 
exposure, humiliation, extreme sex with any object or 
animal, or forced impregnation. Oh, yes, and temporary 
bruising from insertion of large objects or sexual 
activity of any kind doesn't count." The mere mention of 
these acts caused a stir from both the slave offerings 
and the crowd in general, and when asked for a final 
commitment of all involved, there was unanimous consent.

First up was a housewife from an Arizona club that was 
about 28 years old with long black hair and trim body. 
She had been fitted with nipple rings and was led onto 
the stage by her husband. "Whoa, that's quite a trick," 
Pet whispered to Patty. "Isn't that her husband?"

"Oh yeah. Something I forgot to mention. The items being 
auctioned must be offered for sale by their current 
owners. You know, husbands auction their wives, fathers 
their wife and kids, etc. By the way, I'm expected to 
hawk your charms to the highest bidder.....really sell 
you."

Pet watched the first item being sold. It was actually 
quite entertaining as the man turned his wife around and 
pointed out her salient features. He described her 
sexual performances and extolled her virtues in oral 
sex, as he really started getting into the action. 
"Let's see her cunt!" shouted one man from the crowd, 
which prompted the husband to stand behind his wife and 
hold up one of her legs while she spread her pussy for 
the crowd. "She'll do," came the response as the bidding 
started with the announcer calling the bid. The woman 
went for around five grand to the club from Wisconsin. 
Before leaving the stage with her new owners, the 
purchasing club had to give a brief description of the 
games intended for their new slave, so a spokesperson 
from the club (one of the wives) got up on stage and 
took the lead chain from the husband, and explained that 
their state had quite a reputation for farm animals, and 
this slave was going to provide some new research and 
entertainment in how to best fuck the beasts. The sold 
woman had a look of terror on her face as she was led 
away by her new owners.

Next was the team of the brother and his two sisters who 
were displayed on stage. The brother was about twenty, 
and his sisters were twin eighteen year olds in prime 
condition. The boy stood between the girls, connected to 
them both by a sturdy gold chain. All were shaven which 
showed off their genital areas quite nicely, and they 
stood in the spotlight with glistening bodies. Pet was 
wondering who was to present these three, when she 
noticed an older lady climb slowly to the stage. At 
first she was embarrassed for the lady, but soon turned 
her attitude when she announced that she was the kid's 
grandmother, and she knew them to be quite an active 
little fuck brood. The lady looked to be in pretty 
decent shape, and she didn't hesitate to instruct her 
grandson to suck the nipples of his sisters and finger 
their pussies as she narrated. Soon the girls' nipples 
were rock hard and their juices visibly flowing down 
their legs. Then granny reached in front and lifted the 
penis of her grandson, stroking it to hardness to 
demonstrate the length and girth. She instructed the 
sisters to take turns in sucking his cock as she fed the 
tube into their mouths and pumped the shaft. As the 
girls held their faces side by side, grandma stroked the 
boy to climax, splashing the cum on the girls' faces to 
demonstrate the volume. The crowd was quite pleased as 
the bidding started and soon the trio were sold for 
around eleven thousand. The new owners proudly revealed 
that the three would be driving a convertible back to 
Texas nude, and would be planned entertainment for a 
group of state clubs at a barbeque, where everyone would 
watch closely as the brother fucked his unprotected 
sisters.

The mother and daughter team needed no introduction as 
they paraded on stage awkwardly. It was decided that 
these two would auction each other, and they went at it 
with abandon. Each, in turn, talked about the other's 
sexual prowess, lifting her free tit and invading her 
wet pussy. The daughter explained about her mother's 
many lovers, and gave a long list of pool men, delivery 
men, construction workers, and her own brother and his 
teenage friends. The mother revealed how her daughter 
loved to suck her father and his friends, and often 
joined her as they both provided entertainment during 
football games and after school parties. This team was 
well received and sold for an admirable ten grand. The 
buyers (a group of men) announced plans for a three day 
fishing trip to the gulf of Mexico where the whole group 
would enjoy filling the pair with sperm, then offering 
them to the local charter for a tip, asking to send them 
home when they finished with them.

The other items in the auction were sold in similar 
fashion, and all of the club members thrilled to the 
exhibition. There was more money being thrown around 
than she ever imagined, showing that the investors 
weren't cheap, and they would definitely extract value 
from their purchases. When the five black men came up 
for bid, no one was available to claim next of kinship, 
so Patty volunteered to do the hawking. She presented 
each man one at a time, bringing him forward from the 
lineup. As she did so, she would lift his cock and 
stroke it to get it stiff, then reach underneath to size 
up the balls. Having been oiled up for the occasion, the 
men's skin was slippery, and Patty's small white hand 
glided easily along the length of prime dark meat. It 
was amazing that none of the men were less than a full 
twelve inches, and their bats hung between their legs 
like sausages dripping from the tips. "Let's make this 
interesting," said Patty, as she summoned a margarita 
glass from the bar. "If these gents are supposed to be 
worth something, let's see what they can produce. Pet! 
Help me out here," she called out as Pet took her 
position holding the glass in front of each man. Patty 
loved black fuck sticks, and she showed her enthusiasm 
in jacking off each man for the crowd to see. In the 
process, she would thrust her finger up his ass and 
tickle the prostate to coax a little precum from each 
before finally making him explode into the glass. Pet 
knelt dutifully in front of each cock, catching the 
squirting sperm with complete accuracy until all had 
ejaculated into the vessel. At the end, Pet stood and 
presented the full glass to the patrons. She was 
beautiful and incredibly seductive as she stood nude on 
stage in the sunlight, holding a fresh outpouring of 
black semen for all to see. The auctioneer had no 
problem in selling the team to two blond females from 
Florida, who informed the group that they intended to do 
a little fishing of their own, and that ladies night out 
with their friends would never again be the same.

The final item was still on stage holding the fresh 
sperm as Patty prepared to make the sale. Pet's 
perfectly buff body was now glistening with sweat as she 
held stood nude in front of all these people. Her 
exposure was doubly humiliating since she continued to 
hold the glass of warm spunk. As Patty walked around 
her, her green eyes flashed down to the vial of fluid 
whereupon she lick her lips, and looked back at the 
crowd in defiance and heavy breathing. "You getting a 
charge out of your slut whore?" she whispered in 
challenge as Patty inspected her. "You gonna wimp out on 
me, or are you gonna get your white housewife body 
fucked like a good slave?" Her eyes said it all, and 
Patty knew that she had changed into the slut side of 
her personality, and was verbally forcing her to fetch 
the highest price. Patty sold every perverted aspect of 
the white bitch just like she wanted. She stepped around 
back of her, reached around and jiggled her tits, 
slapping them together and remarking, "now, wouldn't you 
like to have these milk jugs bouncing around your garden 
party for your guests or personal enjoyment?" Pet 
recounted the first time she saw herself gang banged by 
a bunch of black guys at her request on video. As Patty 
related the story of Pet's various cum baths, she told 
her to show the crowd how much she loved the taste of 
fresh cum by drinking the contents of the glass in her 
hand. She hesitated only to make a show of it, but she 
knew as she let the slime pour into her open mouth that 
she was getting hotter every second. Pet dribbled the 
last few drops on her breasts and made her work it into 
her skin, then Patty lifted her leg and spun her around 
slowly like a dancer as her other hand invaded her cock 
purse. As she did so, she emphasized that she especially 
enjoyed her black cock and that she would make a grand 
prize for anyone who wanted to fuck her brains out. 

"Now, I'm especially fond of setting up a sale of a very 
deserving sex slave. But, today is different, and I want 
to show you people just what a special slut she really 
is." At that moment, a big screen TV that was positioned 
on the lawn leaped to life, and a collage of scenes 
followed that showed Pet in some of her most whorish 
scenes. As Pet was being shown servicing the five black 
men in her gang bang, Patty started by painting a 
picture of a demure white housewife that had raised 
three beautiful children, but now had been opened for 
business. The screen took us on Pet's adventures at the 
beach house as she fucked some of the best studs around, 
and let their sperm pour from her pussy and over her 
face. The video was concluded with Pet's gaping hole 
shown close up, and Patty announcing that this piece of 
merchandise had never again gotten pregnant due to a 
lack of good hard black meat, and that this was her 
fertile time of the month. 

Pet stood firm, sweating from remembrances of those 
glorious events, and strained to drain the last drop 
from the glass that she tipped to her lips. She was told 
to walk back and forth across the dock as the bidding 
started. Her straight legs and buffed body was a sight 
as she clicked her way down and back. Her tits jiggled 
and bounced in total freedom as her nipples stood firm, 
held out by her perfect posture afforded her by the 
posture chain. She couldn't see some of the bidders who 
were still on their boats, since many of the sun screens 
had been pulled down over the aft section. The occupants 
could clearly see out, but the reflection of the sun 
made it impossible for Pet to see the faces of the 
people on deck. 

The bidding was extremely brisk, coming down to a 
bidding war between the boat with the blank name, and 
the one with the men from the Virgin Islands. In a 
moment of private corroboration, the two boats demanded 
an exhibition of skills before continuing the bidding. 
They wanted Pet to put on a live performance for them on 
the dock. And so, Pet was approached by two black men 
that Patty called over, and proceeded to fall to her 
knees, sucking one of their cocks while being fucked by 
the other man. Pet didn't show the slightest hesitation, 
but eagerly went about pleasing the men, since her body 
was craving release, and the slut inside begged to be 
degraded as part of her incredible living fantasy. She 
took pride in being asked to show her talent, and 
thrilled at the thought of so many eyes focusing on her 
lips as both sets sucked at the black meat from either 
end. The bidding resumed as Pet started getting pounded 
from behind, and continued even after her face had been 
splattered with gobs of creamy black baby spunk from the 
pulsing black rod in her mouth. Pet was turned on by the 
thought of so many people watching as the man came in on 
her face, right there in the open air. She was still 
impaled on the shaft in her pussy as the final bid was 
taken at an unbelievable twenty five thousand dollars 
put up by one of the boats with shade drawn and name 
obscured by a sheet that draped over the side. 

Pet's sweaty body with cum covered face was lifted to in 
front of the winning boat, and she was leaned back with 
the black rod still fucking her pussy, and her legs were 
spread for the winners to see the thick meat pumping 
between her legs and filling her body. She was in heaven 
as the wide, living flesh spread her vaginal lips as it 
slowly slid out and in to the depths of her uterus. 
Patty approached the copulating couple and said, "Pet, 
your new owners are thrilled at the exhibition you're 
giving, and they want to know if you're really enjoying 
yourself."

Pet's eyes were glazed over like an animal in heat, and 
her words came in short stunted bursts as she smiled at 
the boat and said, "I've never enjoyed anything more in 
my life. This is my new passion in life, and having a 
fat hot piece of black meat in me is the greatest 
feeling in the world." Her tits jiggled as she kept 
bouncing up and down on the rod expanding in her vaginal 
tract.

Patty continued, "Your new owners know that it's your 
birthday, and they want to know what you would with for 
if you could have anything for a present."

Pet thought for only a moment, then looked directly at 
the shade on the back of the boat when she responded, 
"My biggest fantasy wish would be to have my husband, 
Rick, see me like this and to show his love for me by 
being just as excited watching his wife getting fucked 
by her black lovers. I want him to know how much I would 
love him for that...the biggest and most wonderful gift 
in the world."

From behind the screen came a familiar voice, and Pet's 
heart nearly exploded. Her eyes widened and a lightning 
bolt of fear, joy and heat coursed through her body as 
she saw the screen raise and she heard the words, "Wish 
granted!" Pet's eyes locked onto Rick's as he sat in the 
stern of the boat surrounded by Kat, John, Trisha, Sandy 
and a few black couples she didn't know. The entire 
party broke into a rousing chorus of Happy Birthday, as 
Pet felt the cock inside her harden and begin shooting 
pulse after pulse of semen into her. Everything seemed 
like it was in slow motion as her pussy walls felt a 
swell, throb, squirt, then hot gush.....then another, 
swell, throb, squirt, then hot gush....over and over as 
the fresh man cream kept filling her uterus. Hot thick 
ropes of cum from the slippery black dick shot into her 
uterus as her husband, her friends and the rest of the 
party watched and celebrated her combination birthday 
and coming out party. Pet had gotten her wish, as did 
Rick, for it had long been his fantasy to see his blonde 
wife enjoy the forbidden taboo of interracial sex. 
Seeing his beautiful wife skewered on the end of a long 
black pole in public was the thrill of a lifetime for 
Rick. And knowing that her husband not only approved, 
but had planned her entire seduction from day one was 
not only a relief, but a gift of a lifetime. 

The crowd applauded Pet's exhibition, and she was 
escorted onto the boat, which was now revealed as "My 
Pet Project" when the banner was removed. Pet learned 
that her best friend, Kat, had "borrowed" two orange 
jumpsuits from the prison, and had arranged for two of 
her favorite black studs to rape her friend. Kat and 
John had talked with Rick, revealing their involvement 
in swinging and membership in this exclusive club. Pet's 
initiation into black sexing was a result of her 
fantasies on the written page, and shared with Kat. It 
was as if she was writing her own story as Kat picked up 
on her latent desires, then shared the fantasies with 
Rick. John encouraged Rick to get Pet involved by 
showing him videos of Kat's several black gang bangs, 
and even inviting him to witness some live action at 
some private parties. The part about Trisha and Sandy 
having their first black experience was actually true, 
and came with the careful planning and coercion of Kat. 
The idea was just too exciting to pass up when they 
learned that Pet's inspiration for her stories came from 
a real life experience that was enjoyed by many of their 
friends and neighbors.

Parts of Pet's experiences with the club came from well 
established practices that were used to get new members 
and keep the interest of the regular membership. The 
auctions were real, the videos were real, and Pet had 
yet to learn the special thrill of a hundred new and 
exciting experiences to come. As she climbed aboard her 
new boat, Pet was met with a flaming birthday cake in 
celebration of her new life. Naked as she was, her 
tremendous relief sent chills of excitement through her 
veins and she had a smile that stretched the length of 
the Florida Keys. Not only did she not have to hide any 
more, she could plan to have regular sexing, and share 
her parties with her family and friends without remorse.

"Hey! We decided to double our offer if you'll sell your 
slave to us!" came the shout from the boat of black men 
from FV Enterprises. One of the men leaned back and 
displayed his massive fifteen inch boner for Pet to see 
and consider.

"You idiots! That's fifty grand!" shouted Rick in return 
as he hugged his nude freshly fucked wife.

"Yeah. So what? Are you going to be an idiot for not 
taking it?"

Pet looked at Rick and asked, "How much did you say we 
paid for this boat?" 

"Too much. Don't ask."

Pet looked into Rick's eyes, kissed him and asked if he 
was truly happy at seeing his wife banged by black 
studs. "Honey, the last few weeks have made me come 
harder than ever before, and I'm looking forward to a 
lot, lot more!"

Kissing her husband, she said, "I was hoping you'd say 
that," and turning to the other boat, she shouted back, 
"Rest assured that my Rick's no idiot. And rest assured 
that you'll get your money's worth! SOLD!" 

Pet turned and skipped her nude body onto the dock, 
making her way to her new owners. She boarded the craft, 
and spent several minutes talking with the group of 
blacks as their hands coursed over her white skin, and 
she, in turn, took the liberty to feel their balls and 
rods as if on inspection of the troops. Rick couldn't 
quite hear their conversation, but the visual experience 
of seeing Pet's nude body among the men was totally 
erotic. As much groping was going on, there was an equal 
amount of discussion, until Pet standing on tip toes, 
kissed each one, then proceeded to return to Rick with 
one of the well hung gents in tow. She paused to talk 
with Kat before climbing back on board.

"Kat, do me favor," she said.

"Anything, love."

"Kat, I want you to....." and her voice trailed off as 
she conveyed her request to her best friend.

"You got it," Kat responded, and proceeded to shout to 
the other guests on the "Jumping with Pet." 

Kat organized the group by saying, "Trisha, Sandy, John, 
and the rest of you, Pet wants us to come ashore and 
join in her birthday party and be her guests at the 
beach house, so c'mon everyone, let's get with the 
program." The entourage followed instructions and 
disembarked, heading for the goodies on shore. In true 
orgy style, they left most of their clothes on the boat, 
but since everyone was eating, laughing and freely 
exchanging partners in this glorious setting, they saw 
no harm in being naked.

Pet received a wink from Kat before she guided her black 
guest on board the "My Pet Project" to join Rick who was 
left wondering why she returned. "Honey, this is Sam," 
was all Pet said while introducing her stud companion. 
Sam shook Rick's hand politely, then busied himself 
looking about the craft as Rick took Pet aside.

"Aren't you going with the other boat?" asked Rick.

"Before I answer that, there is something that I need to 
do," said Pet cornering him on one of the boat cushions. 
As Rick sat back, Pet straddled her husband, brushing 
her smooth pussy over his stiffening cock, and wrapping 
her arms around his neck. Part of what made the whole 
experience that much more enticing was that Pet was an 
extremely bright, talented, and sharp lady. Far from the 
image bubble head blonde that one kids so much about, 
Pet was a modern thinking woman who's rare qualities of 
beauty and brains made her unique. However, above all 
else, Pet was a woman. A woman with all the femininity 
and sensuousness that defined the female existence. Even 
though it seemed otherwise, she had values and 
commitment. To Pet, a person has only one chance at 
living life to its fullest. Think about it, one chance 
to experience the excitement, the fantasies before the 
all too brief opportunity is a thing of the past. After 
flicking a nipple gently and provocatively across Rick's 
lips, she began saying, "Honey, you thrill me to the 
core. You've done something for me that no other husband 
would every give, and that is trust. You put yourself 
into my soul and understood my very feelings, and still, 
loved me for having those thoughts and feelings. I can't 
think of a man that I'd rather be married to, and I'm 
damn happy that you're my forever lover."

Pets words came soft and sweet. Her breadth was gentle 
in her husband's ear, and her body was like the very 
first time they had made love. Two hearts were beating 
wildly as if they were discovering an endless sea of 
hidden passions and emotions, hidden and now open to 
them both. Pet continued, "The one piece of the puzzle 
that was missing in all this was you. The fears that I 
felt was all because I wanted to share this with the one 
I love, and not behind his back. And now, to know that 
you knew me so well that you gave me the ultimate gift, 
I want you to know that the gift would never be complete 
without you. All this time I realized that the fantasy 
was with you, and I've missed having you inside me. All 
the outrageous acts could never be as sweet if I didn't 
share them with you, and now I've got you!"

"You don't know how hard my heart was beating hoping 
you'd feel my love," said Rick. "Do you think those guys 
will wait?"

No one on board, save Pet's new black lover, heard the 
engines purring beneath the deck. Only the gentle 
swaying of the boat told Rick that they were no longer 
moored, but were, in fact, about a hundred yards out and 
making way slowly. "What's going on?" Rick asked as he 
came out of his dream and looked around.

"I get you to myself for three days, after that we meet 
up with my new owners at Ball Bay, where I'll transfer 
ownership for about three weeks. But for now, you get 
me, and I get you. That's MY deal," said Pet revealing 
her private negotiations. "Meanwhile, we've got a first 
mate to navigate for us and tend to the sailing chores." 
Sam turned and smiled from his seat at the helm. His 
black skin was a sharp contrast to the white hull and 
incredible blue of the ocean, and Pet could see that she 
was going to enjoy what he sported between his legs.

Rick responded, "Three days, huh? I'll buy into that, 
but you haven't been on your pill for some time now, and 
three weeks of getting laid by a bunch of long dicked 
black men might get you pregnant."

"Probably, but I've learned some new tricks of my own 
about that," Pet said thoughtfully, thinking about 
getting fucked through her cervix.

"Yeah? And you think that Sam here is going to hold off 
for three whole days just watching us?" said Rick.

"That's up to you. Remember, I said my ultimate fantasy 
was sharing with the one I love."

"What did you have in mind?" asked Rick.

Pet guided her husband's hands over her bare bottom, and 
she reached back to spread her ass cheeks as his fingers 
caressed her sopping vagina and boldly touched her full 
exposed rear orifice. Rick's heart pounded in surprise 
as she guided a finger into her rose bud and whispered 
softly in his ear, "I'm open to suggestions."

The End? Or just a new beginning....

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It's okay to  *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship.  But it isn't
okay to  *HAVE*  unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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