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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
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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