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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Integration Nightmare by Hardy (femur52@comcast.net) *** Couple interested in racial relationships and in racial equality have some surprising and unnerving experiences that changes their outlook and unravels their life. (MMF, nc, inter, voy, orgy) *** Sharon was very involved with social issues. She graduated from college with degrees both in sociology and social work. Being the only child of wealthy parents, there was a lot of money in her trust fund, and she made good use of it, helping many people where there was a need, and there always seemed to be a need for help in her area of concern. Her main interest was in race relations, especially issues of racial equality, and she worked tirelessly in this endeavor. Much of her concern was related to black equality, equality in education, equal pay for the same work, advancement related to ability and hard work. Some of our white friends were critical of her activities, and they let it be known that she could find other worthy causes. She ignored their criticisms and continued helping where she could. I thought she spent too much time at this, and could spend a little more time working on our marriage, and starting a family. We had been married six years now and it was really time to settle down more and enjoy home life. I didn’t complain too much because her work was very fulfilling. All her activity brought her to the attention of Pearl, a black women activist, who had both the time and resources to work on the same issues. Her husband, a wealthy businessman, had died three years ago, and she was the sole beneficiary of his considerable wealth. Pearl and Sharon met and talked at length about their common interests. They were kindred spirits. We accepted a dinner invitation at Pearl’s lavish home in the city. Pearl was a tall, very large women, but not obese. She was gracious and charming, laughing easily, and we enjoyed an excellent dinner accompanied be some very good wines. We both were captivated by her-an enjoyable evening. We only briefly talked about a current racial issues. Soon we found ourselves invited to Peal’s parties-she loved to entertain, and she always had a collection of interesting people. There were usually both black and white couples, as well as some singles, both black and white. In these gatherings my wife was a standout. She was tall, statuesque, a true blonde, well proportioned with curves in all the right places. She had lovely breasts, not large but firm, a waist that flowed into gorgeous hips and ass, all this above a pair of legs that were outstanding. Needless to say my wife was frequently the center of attention, even though there were other very attractive women present. I was proud to be married to this woman. Of course she enjoyed all the male attention, often to the irritation of their spouses or boy friends. More than once she was hit on by one of the married men, or one of the single men, both black and white. She was flattered but never let it get out of hand. Pearl believed in the amalgam of races. She was interested in social intercourse, but she also believed in interracial sexual intercourse, as she said this was the great leveler-this was true integration. In her view this was the desired outcome, and she used her considerable talent in this endeavor. She was full of intrigue as she discreetly separated husbands from wives, wives from husbands, and unmarried couples as well. This was one of her hobbies, and she thoroughly enjoyed setting up liaisons. Pearl was a lusty woman and clearly had enjoyed a diverse sexual life, although this was considerably scaled back as became older, but she never lost interest in things sexual. The parties she had in her town home were large, loud, fueled by good drinks and great food. However Pearl had another home in the country. This was not as large, but was well appointed, tastefully decorated in expensive fabrics. Only special people very invited to her parties at this home. As we got to know Pearl better we were one of the couples who soon became regulars at these events. The people who were guests in her country home were successful and attractive people. Pearl always ensured that there was a racial mix; white and black couples, black and white singles. The single black men that were invited were well built and very attractive, and generally were socially adept, but then so also were the couples-Pearl didn’t invite any people that didn’t blend well. It wasn’t long before Sharon and I understood that one of the main purposes of her parties was to provide a setting where there would be some integration of her guests. There were always plenty of drinks available, and it was suspected that sometimes these drinks were laced with some medication that lowered inhibitions. Subsequent events suggested that this was accurate. We thoroughly enjoyed these parties; there was always some dancing, and there was often a good deal of sexual banter, and these elements piqued our interest. It was understood that guests had free use of the house, and this seemed to include the use of several bedrooms. As the evening progressed people often would disappear with someone other than their spouse, and to reappear later looking somewhat flushed and guilty. We talked about it- we knew that it was very risqué, and we had to be careful not to indulge our fantasies and be caught up in liaisons with these people, but it was somewhat thrilling to be living on the edge. More that once Pearl tried to separate us, tried splitting us up, tried sending in one of her stable of studs to interest my wife, but we didn’t bite. Sharon was flattered by the attention, and we both had a little tingle of lust watching the highly charged sexual situations that were playing out. I thought that Pearl considered us a special challenge, and she went to great pains to interest us in the looser lifestyle that went on around us. Sharon agreed with my assessment. At home we discussed these parties, and we understood Pearl’s objective. I said "you seem to enjoy all the attention you are getting. Maybe we should discontinue going to these parties." "Of course I’m flattered, but I notice some of the women hit on you also, so it isn’t just me. Besides, you know that Pearl and I are working on some social issues." "That’s fine but I think we should be careful not to get involved in some of the sexual activities, tempting as they are." We continued accepting invitations to her parties, as we always had a good time. Frequently when we arrived home we enjoyed great sex, clearly from the stimulation the party activity provided. But we noticed that Pearl spent more efforts trying to involve us in these bedroom antics; but although we were flattered, we continued to resist. I think she considered us a challenge. We noticed that some of the white wives didn’t resist, and they seemed to have a great time. Their husbands also enjoyed the participation, and there were some interesting racial couplings. Some of the activities were between white couples as well, but Pearl much preferred inter-racial couplings, as this was the type of integration she sought. She wanted to break down barriers. There was another interesting thing that Pearl had installed in home. It was some cleverly concealed high pressure air jets in the floor. When some unsuspecting woman was standing over one of the jets a button was pushed, and to the squeals of the victim, her skirts were blown up above her waist, completely exposing her lower body, providing high excitement for the expectant viewers. Sometimes the woman was not wearing panties, and was greatly embarrassed as the audience viewed her nakedness. My wife had been caught twice, much to the amusements of the guests as they viewed her naked thighs above her stocking tops, and her sheer panties. She was so shocked the first time that it took a little time before she was able to move away and pull her dress down, flushed and embarrassed by her exposure to the leering audience. One night things changed for us. It began with Pearl’s usual party with lots of high jinks. The liquor flowed freely, drinks being prepared by her excellent bartender. The party was getting into high gear with dancing and drinks which were automatically replenished. I was feeling the effects of the alcohol, and dancing with a very attractive black woman who moved in quite close, and shortly I felt myself responding with a beginning erection. She took my arm and led me to one of the bedrooms, and as I began to protest, she reached down and cupped my growing erection. I responded in kind, pulling her in, stroking her, and soon we were undressing each other. Naked we fell to the bed, and I moved between her spread legs, pushing my fully erect penis into her moist vagina, her hand guiding me, urging me on, as I quickly thrust completely into her, a groan escaping from my companion. We didn’t last long, her legs holding me as I plunged in and out, soon erupting into her, feeling her vagina gripping me as she too climaxed. Reality quickly returned. I hastily dressed, slipping out of the room, and immediately encountered my wife who looked somewhat disheveled, her hair loose, her lipstick smeared. I immediately knew that the same thing had happened to her - that she had been seduced, and by the handsome black man standing near her; the husband of the women I had just bedded. Pearl was a pleased onlooker of our discomfort, smiling, clearly enjoying herself. Others in the room knew, and we were embarrassed, shortly leaving for home. For awhile we didn’t speak; I finally broke the ice and confessed in detail. She listened to me silently, and then sobbing, told a similar story. She was feeling a little woozy from the drinks when she agreed to dance with Todd, the black man. Soon he was holding her closer, pressing her to him till she felt his thighs, and finally a growing erection. Before she could object he danced her towards one of the bedrooms, leading her in and closing the door. He pressed his mouth to hers, closing off her protests. She said, "I was aroused, and I tried to stop him, but I felt so weak and light-headed, as if I had no strength. I protested when he started undressing me, but he was strong and he took my dress and slip off. He was kissing and stroking me, and I was more aroused; I was surrendering to him. After he took off my bra he pushed me onto the bed; I started to get up as he stripped, but he pushed me down again, pulling my panties off. He spread me, getting between my legs and began to enter me. I was wet but he still stretched me, filling me, and did it to me till he came." Then she began weeping. "It looks like we both got taken for a ride." Then I said "did you come?" She hesitated, and said "yes, I did come - I couldn’t help myself - he really did it to me." "Was he large?" "Yes, he was very large; he filled me; he really stretched me out. It was painful at first, but when I got used to his size I just started coming and I came again when I felt him swelling and throbbing as he ejaculated into me. It was some primal thing-this black man between my legs, his penis filling me, feeling helpless, pinned beneath him as he had his way with me. I never felt such lack of control." We didn’t talk more, but it was clear that we both had an emotional experience that left us reeling. Pearl had finally succeeded in separating us, and provided partners that were skillful, lifting both of us into an erotic level we didn’t think possible. Where to go from here? We discussed it at length-did we want to attend any more of Pearl’s parties? Would this happen again if we went back? We did enjoy her parties, so finally we decided to go back, but we agreed to be more careful. ** We started out being careful, but a couple of parties later there was a repeat of our earlier experience. With an alcoholic glow, our drinks possibly being doctored for relaxation, we each found ourselves compromised again, and by an attractive black couple, serviced once more in Pearl’s establishment. We both agreed it was an exciting experience; basically it was pure lust. We resolved once more not to get caught again, exciting as it was-pure naughtiness, a sexual high, but our resolve didn’t hold. The next sexual experience was quite different. The party started in the usual way- drinks, plus food, plus dancing, plus more drinks. The party was getting boisterous when I noticed Sharon was gone. I checked around and still couldn’t find her. Pearl noticed me looking and said "I have a little surprise for you," and taking my arm she led me to another area of the house where I hadn’t been before. We were in a room with others who were standing before a large mirror, and Pearl said, "Now brace yourself! We have a little surprise in store for you," as she led me to the mirror. Through this mirror we could see the entire room and its occupants. These consisted of my wife, two black men, and a large bed. I heard my wife say "please don’t!" so obviously there were microphones in the room. I realized that we had been set-up, and that these two men were in the process of seducing my wife, and I also realized that Sharon had more to drink then she should have. These two double-teamed her, circling her like predators, and when one made a move on her, the other would attempt to undress her. She resisted, turning her head as one pulled her into his arms, attempting to kiss her. She was protesting, I think half-heartedly, saying, "Please don't, please stop! I'm not going to let you have me." But one succeeded in kissing her, and even though she broke the kiss, he soon succeeded in holding her in a longer kiss, pulling her against him. The other one, behind her, unbuttoned her skirt, pulled the zipper down, and began pushing her skirt down till it fell to the floor. She gave a gasp, twisting away from the man kissing her, right into the arms of the man behind her who pulled her into his arms and kissed her. The other began unzipping her blouse, pulling it free. She was alarmed, her face flushed, squirming in their arms. She said "this has gone far enough. Please don’t do any more." But I could see that along with the alcohol, their kisses and caresses were having an effect. However I was quite sure that she would not let them take her, especially two of them, and both big black men. They were obviously the best in Pearl’s stable of studs. She looked vulnerable, sandwiched between them in only her bra and her sheer lacy slip, through which you could see the outline of her panties and the straps of her garter belt. I said to Pearl "this had gone far enough. Let’s get her out of there." But Pearl said "don’t you trust her? She will stop them if she wants out. In the meantime why don’t you just wait and see?" I had confidence that she would stop them before they went too far. But as I watched them working on her I was not so sure. It was an erotic scene being played out in front of us. They were both stroking her trembling body, and as one kissed her, the other removed her bra, her firm naked breasts on display to everyone. She gasped again, becoming alarmed as they worked on her. Next they pushed her slip down over her hips and thighs till it joined her skirt at her ankles, then lifted her free. These studs were expert, as step by step they were skillfully caressing and manipulating her, arousing my flushed and trembling wife. They clearly wanted to have their way with this blonde white beauty, and somehow they knew I was watching. However, it wasn’t going to be that easy. Even though she was aroused she was still protesting saying "please don’t do any more, this has gone far enough. I can’t let you have me, and my husband is here, so please stop, I want to get dressed." But they kissed her and stroked her, shutting off her protests. Pearl said "it didn’t matter before when you were here. But I think you are going to be cuckolded once more. These guys are pretty good." As I watched these studs working on my wife I thought she might be right so I said to Pearl "we have to stop this! I don’t want these people watching my wife being seduced." "Well, let’s watch a little longer, maybe she’ll hold them off." I wasn’t sure. She looked incredibly erotic, clad in only her sheer lacy panties, a garter belt holding up her sheer stockings. I was disembodied, as if this was not my wife standing there being stroked and kissed by these studs, but someone else in a movie. I was caught up in this scene unfolding before us, and I felt myself becoming aroused, and I thought how could I be aroused watching my own beautiful wife being seduced, and by these black men. Maybe because it was something primal. They clearly were overjoyed at having this lovely wife almost naked, now looking at her gorgeous rounded hips and ass which they planned to possess. Pearl smiled, noticing my arousal. I blushed, but she said "it’s alright. A lot of husbands are aroused watching their wife being seduced, so relax-you are no different from a lot of others. And some husbands really get off when a black man is having their way with a wife-that is as erotic as it gets." That didn’t reassure me. My near naked wife was becoming more and more aroused by the kisses, the caresses on her naked breasts, the stroking of her panty clad hips and ass. She was whimpering, her body sagging in their arms. They smiled, looking at the mirror, knowing we all were watching, as they lifted my moaning wife, carrying her to the bed. She was alarmed, trying to rise up but one held her, caressing her, my wife moaning more as she was stretched out on the bed, the two men continuing the assault on my near helpless wife. While one kissed her, the other began sliding her panties down, pulling them from under her hips and ass, sliding them down her thighs and legs, and despite her protests, removing them completely. My moaning wife was naked except for her stockings and garter belt. I was caught up in this incredibly erotic scene playing out, a pagan scene-the contrast of this beautiful blonde white wife, and these two handsome black men seducing her, and it appeared they would be successful unless some miracle happened, but I had no faith in that. The audience was wide-eyed, also caught up in this scene. At this point I think no one here doubted that we would see my wife thoroughly fucked, and I was too aroused to intervene. Working together, they stroked her naked thighs and breasts, gradually opening her legs and thighs. She groaned as fingers moved to her vagina, caressing the lips till they were red and moist, crying out as they found her clitoris. One moved between her open thighs and began using his mouth and tongue on her till she was whimpering, giving little cries. Sensing her helplessness the men quickly stripped, revealing very large and very hard cocks which were almost at full erection. My wife was wide eyed as she saw their cocks, saying, "Oh my god!" And she attempted to close her legs, but she was too weak and helpless. Pearl said, "Now you are about to see your lovely wife thoroughly fucked. When these two are done with her, she'll have had an experience she won’t forget." I said, "She won’t be able to take those cocks." But Pearl said, "Just wait, she’ll take them!" The men whispered to each other, then rolled my wife onto her stomach and lifted her hips and ass in the air, pushing her head and shoulders down, and bringing her to the edge of the bed. She said "not like this" but it was going to be like this as one moved to her, directing his very large fully erect penis at her moist and swollen labia, holding her hips as he began pushing into her. She groaned as she felt her vagina being opened, groaning louder as he pressed further, stretching her, and finally a hoarse scream as he entered her, her cunt stretched tightly around his invading cock. She continued groaning as he gradually pushed deeper and deeper into her, crying out again as he impaled her fully. I will never forget the sight of this huge cock slowly filling her vagina. He began slowly stroking into her, his wet cock almost withdrawing before it slowly disappeared into her again. The other man slid under her and brought her head up till her mouth lined up with his cock. He forced her mouth open and placed his cock into her open mouth, holding her head as he forced her to fellate him. The other man was thrusting more powerfully into her and Sharon was responding. Her body was jerking to the thrusts, and she was groaning around the cock in her mouth. She stiffened and cried out, her body shaking as a powerful orgasm overwhelmed her. With a last few thrusts, gripping her hips and pulling her fully onto him, he groaned and erupted into my wife, as the other filled her mouth with semen. She was released, and collapsed onto the bed, sobbing at the way she taken, and the way she had responded. When I thought it was over, I saw another black man enter the room, and he wanted some of the action. He quickly stripped, his cock fully erect. The others rolled my helpless wife over, and they held her legs apart as he got between her open thighs and pressed his cock into her, my wife crying out again as he fully entered her, her vagina stretched once more. He didn’t last long, thrusting powerfully into her, gripping her ass as he moved in her, groaning as he added his semen, spurting into her. Feeling him swelling and throbbing in her she was shaken by another violent climax, crying out once more. I thought it was over, but it wasn’t. They each wanted another turn with her. Pearl said, "It isn’t often that they have a wife as beautiful as yours, and they like blonde wives, so sit back and enjoy the show-it isn’t over yet. They enjoy the opportunity to stick it to you, while really sticking it to your wife." She was right: they knew I was watching them ravish her, watching their thick black cocks bringing her to one climax after another, and they thoroughly enjoyed planting horns on my head. They were having their way with her, such an opportunity as this didn’t come along very often, where they were able to service such a beautiful white wife, a beautiful blonde wife. The audience was also enjoying the erotic scene; they were wide-eyed and aroused; penises were freed, dresses were lifted, panties lowered and activity suggestive of a Roman orgy was underway. More people got the word and joined this group. The aroused black trio began again on my helpless and trembling wife, her legs still spread, her vaginal lips swollen, red and open, and their juices wetting her thighs. Her protests were ineffectual as she was mounted, crying out again as she was penetrated, filled again with another large black cock, groaning as he moved in her, thrusting steadily till he pushed fully into her, and again filled her with semen. The next one wanted her on her hands and knees again, so they positioned her, spreading her thighs as he moved to her, his thick cock slowly disappearing into her stretched vagina, her flushed body jerking to his thrusts, her breasts swaying. Her moans were louder as he continued to service her, responding involuntarily to his powerful thrusting, crying out as she climaxed. Feeling her shaking he pulled her fully onto him, as groaning he swelled and ejaculated into her. Pearl moved to me - I didn’t resist when she pulled down the zipper on my trousers, pushing them to the floor, pushing my underwear to the floor also, freeing my erect penis which she grasped, slowly stroking me. The excitement in the audience was building as they observed my now compliant wife submitting to these energetic studs, who clearly enjoyed having their way with her. The last one wanted her on her back again, and they easily rolled my helpless wife, positioning her to be taken again. He glanced at the mirror, smiling as he moved between her open thighs which she had tried to close, but at this point she was so weak and helpless that she had no resistance. Weakly she protested, saying "please don’t do any more, I can’t take any more." But we all knew that was going to be fucked again, and she knew it also. She was whimpering as he directed his fully erect cock into her wet and open cunt, gripping her hips as he pushed fully into her, crying out as she was filled once more. This one took plenty of time with her, his thick wet cock pushing fully into her, then almost withdrawing before sliding deep into her again. She began to respond to his slow and thorough fucking of her tightly stretched pussy. Seeing his huge cock sliding in and out of her was so erotic, and as Pearl increased her stroking I spurted against the wall, much to the enjoyment of the others, who also were reaching orgasm with each other. This stud seemed to take forever with my flushed and groaning wife. As he continued moving in her she lifted her legs, folding them over his thighs, giving a clear view of his thrusting cock. He moved faster, stroking powerfully into her, her body shaking, being brought to another orgasm, crying out again and again, wracked by the intensity of the climax that overwhelmed her. Soon this stud groaned and came, flooding her vagina with more semen. It was over-my trembling and flushed wife lay there exhausted, her cunt open, her legs spread-eagled, semen matting her pubic hair, leaking out of her onto her thighs, but much remained in her, and a lot must have entered her uterus. The satisfied blacks stood smiling as they looked at my whimpering and ravished wife, thrilled that they had serviced this beautiful and haughty woman. Finally she reached for clothes, slowly beginning to dress. There were some remarks from the audience-one saying "what a rush, seeing this beautiful and arrogant bitch brought down, and serviced by those black studs. They really did it to her, and did you see how she responded?" Another said "all her money didn’t make any difference- she still behaved like a slut, taking all those cocks, and did they ever make her come. She won’t forget this night very soon. She really planted some major horns." At this point Pearl went away and appeared with my wife, and began to help her dress. Smiling, she led her to the room where we were all gathered, and Sharon saw the people, me included, and the mirror, and the room where she had been serviced. She became flushed and embarrassed, realizing that her seduction had been seen by everyone, and everyone had watched her being thoroughly fucked by these black men. She became angry and wanted to leave. On the way home the recriminations began. "How could you let them do that to me? You were there - you could have stopped them! You watched your own wife stripped and fucked by those studs, and you didn’t stop them. You probably enjoyed watching them doing it to me, watching them spreading my legs and putting their cocks into me. Well, I enjoyed it to, and it seemed that everyone there had a good time watching the show. Did you enjoying seeing them take me on my hands and knees- everyone must have had a great view of those cocks going into me with my ass in the air. But why didn’t you stop it?" "You could have made them stop! I didn’t think you would let the two of them have you. Pearl was there and she said you would probably stop them, and asked me to wait. After they began seducing you I became aroused like everyone else that was watching. But I still thought you would stop them before it was too late. And when one started to enter you I was mesmerized, and I couldn’t do anything but watch. "God, I never believed I could be taken like that. Used by those black men. I never have been so stretched-my vagina is so sore. It was something primitive, those black men, and those huge cocks stretching me and filling me with their semen. Well, it’s not going to happen again; we are never going back. We certainly learned something about ourselves tonight, but it’s not going to be repeated." END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 35