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Seduction of a Young Mother
by Dawn1958 (dawnharvey1958@hotmail.com)

***

Sharon liked taking her baby for walks through the 
neighborhood park and one day she met Rob and Darlene. 
When Rob mentioned a threesome to his wife, she 
willingly agreed. Darlene thought Sharon was one of the 
sexiest women around and looked forward to a sexual 
encounter with her. (MFF, reluc, bi, oral, intr, mc, 
swingers)

***

Sharon was the happiest mother in the world. She was 
fairly happily married; although her husband was on the 
road a lot with his job, yet she did her best taking 
care of a baby and the house without a man around most 
of the time. The best part of the day was taking her six 
month daughter for walks, which proved to be perfect 
bonding times for the two.

It was during one of those daily walks through the 
neighborhood park that she met a young couple who had 
secretly watched her almost every day. Rob and Darlene 
were about the same age as Sharon and they had been 
married for three years when their sex life took a 
radical change. They had a very active sex life, but 
were always looking for new and interesting twists when 
Rob suggested a threesome.

Darlene not only agreed with her husband, but she 
allowed Rob to set up a sexual trio with a man from his 
work. When Darlene found out the man was black, she was 
horrified. It took her almost a month to get over the 
shock, but eventually a yearlong threesome commenced. 
Darlene had to admit the affair with Rob and his friend 
Ken was extremely satisfying, not only physically but 
also emotionally.

As with most swinging couples, it didn't take Rob long 
before he had the desire to watch his wife with another 
woman. He was sort of jealous watching Darlene and Ken 
together, as the sex appeared not only erotic, but very 
hot and steamy as if he was watching an X-Rated porno 
movie. Rob kind of figured that a threesome with another 
woman wouldn't be as traumatic and he wouldn't get 
jealous.

Things couldn't have worked out any better. Both Rob and 
Darlene were avid photographers and they always had a 
camera in hand when out walking or driving. It was 
Darlene who noticed Sharon weeks earlier and in 
particular the woman's physical features that were 
definitely bountiful and luscious. Rob knew his wife had 
been always jealous of women with big boobs and Sharon 
had a set of tits no man could resist, but strangely 
Darlene quickly accepted the woman's scrumptious 
endowment.

They were in the middle of the park and taking pictures 
of the gorgeous flowers that were in full bloom. "Honey, 
you know how we've talked about... about having... well 
having a threesome with another woman," she whispered. 
"I know the perfect woman."

Rob looked up from his camera and instantly noticed the 
beautiful mother pushing her baby carriage across the 
large grass strip. "Holy shit, baby, you're right... so 
fucking right," he replied and stared at Sharon. Rob 
knew his wife was talking about the woman and he was 
utterly amazed at the profound luck.

"Let's go talk to her, honey. I've met her a couple of 
times at the store and around the neighborhood and she 
is extremely friendly," Darlene said.

"Oh sugar, you're the best. For sure, let's meet her," 
Rob replied.

They approached the attractive woman and Darlene took 
the initiative. "Excuse me. My husband and I have 
noticed you several times walking your baby around the 
park. We absolutely adore you and think you portray the 
perfect mother," she told a shocked Sharon. "My name is 
Darlene and this is my husband, Rob."

"Hello, hi... I mean hi, it is nice to meet you," Sharon 
stuttered trying to act normal.

"We are taking pictures for a community magazine and 
would love to take some of you... with the stroller and 
baby," Darlene said.

"Well... well I guess," Sharon replied and watched the 
eager husband start clicking away, as he took a steady 
stream of pictures.

"Here, I'll walk with you and we can get to know each 
other," Sharon stated. "We can chitchat and I'll get 
info for the article we're planning for the mag."

The two started walking along the path, which wound 
around a small pond and up a slight grade towards a nice 
patch of bushes. It didn't take long for the small talk 
to begin and for Darlene to find out all about the young 
wife. The woman knew what questions to ask and it didn't 
take her long to put the timid mother at ease.

Sharon completely forgot that Rob was taking pictures of 
her. The two women reached a small seating area where 
Darlene noticed Sharon would often sit on one of the 
benches. Sharon often took the opportunity to take her 
baby girl out of the stroller and show her all of the 
pretty scenery, which she did once they sat down. The 
two women talked for a while and Sharon held her baby on 
her knee.

The conversation ended very casually with Darlene 
telling Sharon that they will have some pictures ready 
in about two days. "I should have my article fairly 
complete by Friday and would dearly love to show it to 
you. I would also like to get your approval for the 
pictures, as I don't want to publish something that you 
don't like."

Sharon liked Darlene a lot and she felt totally at ease 
with the woman. "Sure, I'd love to see what you've 
done... also see the pictures before you do put them in 
the magazine," she replied and promptly put her baby 
back in the stroller. "Friday is fairly free. What time 
would you like?"

"Let's say three," Darlene said and then wrote her 
address on the back of one of Rob's business cards. Then 
the encounter abruptly ended with Sharon going in one 
direction and Darlene and Rob in another.

***

The Friday afternoon meeting went extremely well and 
once again Darlene easily put her new friend at ease. 
She showed Sharon the news article for the community 
magazine and then she led the way to an upstairs room 
the couple used as a picture gallery. When they entered 
the large room, the vast amount of pictures and neatly 
organized display panels took Sharon's breath away.

Rob was meticulous and he had several panels or room 
dividers spread out around the room that made the room 
look like a maze. Each panel was covered with a similar 
set of pictures and all of them appeared splendid and 
beautiful. Darlene casually walked up to the first panel 
and described the obvious intent of the group of 
pictures that showed several kids playing in a 
playground. "Rob did this one for the June community 
newsletter. He wanted to show how our playground is 
greatly appreciated by all of the kids in the 
neighborhood."

Then Darlene went to the next panel and the next, as she 
kept telling Sharon about the sequence of gorgeous 
pictures. One was about the July 4th neighborhood 
celebrations held in the park. Another was about the 
August festivities that were held to commemorate the 
celebrated citizens that supported and represented the 
community in politics for many years.

They walked around one of the panels and came up to the 
set of pictures that were taken at the park during their 
first meeting. Sharon stared at the amazing gallery and 
couldn't believe she was the main focus, as Rob had an 
apparent talent to take phenomenal photos. Her eyes 
slowly shifted from one photo to the next and each one 
made her heart skip a beat.

Darlene noticed her friend's amazement. "Rob does know 
how to take good pictures. Then again, when you have a 
splendid subject, it is easy to make them look lovely."

"Yes, oh yes, his work is very beautiful. Wow, I can't 
believe that is me," Sharon whispered, as she blushed 
profusely.

Darlene proceeded to explain the written article that 
went along with the pictures. She said how they were 
trying to get everyone in the community to appreciate 
what events and structures there were and hopefully that 
would entice everyone to attend and use the various 
facilities. "As you can see, we tried to capture the 
aspect that we are a young, vibrant neighborhood and 
that everyone is welcome."

"Yes, I like the article and do think you did a nice 
job," Sharon said.

They continued walking and Darlene pretended it was an 
accident when they rounded one partition and abruptly 
came to a stop in front of several photos that caused 
her to gasp. "Oh... oh my, I'm sorry. I didn't realize 
Rob had put these up," she stated, as her voice sort of 
went higher and higher. Instead of running or moving 
away from the brazen pictures of an obvious sexual 
encounter between a white woman and a very black man, 
she grabbed Sharon's arm and stood motionless.

Sharon stared without blinking and her mouth gapped wide 
open. She recognized Darlene as the naked woman and 
almost fainted at the sight of a very well-endowed black 
man. Her eyes started at the top left photo and slowly 
moved from one to another across the wide panel until 
moving down to the second row. Each photo got more 
brazen and explicit, as she glanced at them, and she had 
trouble regaining her breathing.

Darlene felt her friend move as if trying to walk away, 
but she didn't relax her firm grip on the woman's elbow. 
"Oh my, you must think I'm a slut, but it isn't what it 
looks like," she stated.

"No, no, I don't," Sharon replied as her eyes remained 
fixed on the photos.

"Well, it was one of Rob's wishes. He wanted to show the 
beautiful contrast... yano, between black and white... 
male and female."

"Yes, I can see. It looks very... quite attractive," 
Sharon said and her eyes lingered on an explicit photo 
that showed the man's extended manhood in Darlene's 
dainty hand. Then she glanced at the next picture and 
noticed how Darlene had rolled all of the foreskin down 
the thick shaft to fully expose the bulbous penis head.

"Oh geez, I feel so embarrassed. I didn't know Rob put 
these up. I'm sorry," Darlene said.

"No, it's okay, really."

"Thank you. I don't want you to think I do this all the 
time. I just thought they made adorable pictures. Hey, 
we have to keep our husband's happy."

"Yes, we do. You look ravishing," Sharon said and 
actually believed the compliment, as her friend did 
appear very beautiful and photogenic in all of the 
photos.

Darlene smiled when she noticed Sharon's mouth gapping 
wide open and saw that she was staring at the big black 
cock. "His name is Ken. He's a wonderful man and the 
greatest lover," Darlene whispered. "Have you ever had 
an interracial encounter?"

It took a few seconds for Sharon to fully grasp what her 
friend had asked. "No, gawd no, never. I've never had an 
affair with a black man... with any man."

"Rob and I have an open marriage and we both like the 
same thing when it comes to sex. He wanted to have a 
threesome... and well... well, after much coaxing and 
convincing, he talked me into one," Darlene said.

Sharon didn't know what to say, as she was still too 
shocked. "Aaahhh, yes, I mean, it is good you both 
wanted the same thing."

Darlene was overly excited and babbled like a 
schoolgirl. "C'mon, let me take some pictures of you. 
You're such a beautiful, sexy woman and I just know 
you'll look fantastic. We won't take any nudies, just 
some alluring photos that you can give your husband when 
he returns."

Sharon had previously revealed that her husband was on a 
two-week business trip so he wouldn't be home for over a 
week. "Oh no, I couldn't... not pictures."

"C'mon, they'll look pretty and be a nice present for 
your husband."

Before Sharon realized it, her friend had sort of pushed 
her and guided her into the next room, which was full of 
camera equipment and special props and lights for 
professional picture taking. There was no way Sharon 
ever planned on allowing her friend to take photos, but 
Darlene was on a mission. She practically pushed Sharon 
into the middle of several props that were strewn around 
the room and swiftly grabbed her Nikon camera.

As strange as it seemed, Sharon started brushing her 
clothes as if trying to make them look neater and better 
for the camera. She heard the shutter click several 
times and then Darlene was asking her to take different 
poses. Some lights were turned on for mood lighting and 
Darlene also turned on a wind machine to get that 
outdoorsy look. Her hair blew lightly in the breeze and 
Sharon turned her head in every direction when asked by 
Darlene.

When Darlene requested Sharon open a button or two of 
her blouse, she didn't mind too much, but that changed 
in a hurry. "I think your husband will love these next 
ones," Darlene said and tossed something at Sharon. "I 
know what men are like when they've been away for two 
weeks and haven't had any."

The woman winked at her in a knowing fashion, as Sharon 
caught the shear nightie. "But, what," Sharon mumbled 
and held the garment up to inspect it.

"You can change behind the screen," Darlene said and 
pointed at a small change area. "This should get hubby's 
heart pounding when he sees you in a skimpy nightie and 
ready for his return."

Sharon didn't want to offend the woman so she slowly 
shuffled across the room. She had to agree that the 
pictures would surely be enjoyed by her husband, as he 
loved seeing her in sexy clothes or even naked. She only 
removed her top and pants and didn't need to take 
anything else off. When she timidly returned to the prop 
area, Darlene had her stand beside a big plush, easy 
chair.

Darlene immediately started taking pictures and nothing 
seemed out of the ordinary. Her plan had been formed 
days earlier and she knew precisely how she was going to 
get control over the sexy mother. "Yes, yes, like that. 
Now put your hand out... yes, like that. Now, on the 
back of the chair... face me, yes, just lay your hand on 
the chair. Look at me... yes, yes, give hubby a big 
smile and let him see how happy you are to have him 
back."

There was nothing salacious or too risqué and Sharon 
didn't mind too much. She had no idea that Darlene 
cleverly shifted the camera to one side so the main 
subject was off-centered in the photos, which left room 
to add someone else in the pictures. Sharon had never 
really paid attention to things like photo-editing, but 
she was in for the biggest surprise of her life.

At the end, she did breathe a big sigh and almost 
sprinted back to change out of the revealing nightie. 
When she finally left for home, Sharon was still very 
anxious about what had just transpired, but shrugged off 
her doubts thinking her husband would be pleased.

***

The two friends sat in the living room and the 
conversation suddenly turned serious. "When we took 
these pictures the other day, I fully intended on 
blackmailing you," Darlene stated, as she held up a big 
manila envelope. "My fantasy... my dream is to watch 
you."

Sharon was too stunned to reply, as her mind went back 
to the afternoon photo-shoot. She remembered Darlene's 
nonchalant requests and there was nothing overly 
explicit or sexual supposed to happen. At one point, 
donning the shear nightie was theoretically intended to 
entice her husband and give him a present after being 
away for two weeks and it seemed innocent at the time. 
When she modelled, there was nothing erotic or sexual in 
any of the poses.

Darlene opened the envelope and shoved a photo in front 
of Sharon's face. "I think you and Ken look good 
together," she said and grinned at her frightened 
friend.

Sharon stared at the shameless image and her heart 
pounded so hard that it was extremely hard to breathe. 
She had a very hard time controlling her emotions after 
seeing her hand full of big, black cock and it was 
something she could never explain to her husband. 
"But... but... but I never did that. I was not with a 
man... with anyone."

"I know. It's called photo-shopping and I'm sure you can 
see that no one could ever tell this wasn't for real. 
Everyone will believe you're holding something big and 
black and beautiful," Darlene whispered.

Sharon stared in disbelief at the brazen picture. 
Darlene was right. No one would believe the picture was 
edited or changed, as it looked very real. Her eyes got 
teary and her heart pounded hard in her chest. "Why, 
what do you want?"

Darlene shifted across the sofa until she was beside 
Sharon. During the afternoon photo shoot, she made 
Sharon pose and take positions which would enable her to 
add a man into the shots. The one that pleased her most 
was having Sharon stand facing the camera with a big 
smile on her face. Her open hand was off to one side 
resting on top of the back of an easy chair, which made 
it easy to photo-shop Ken into the picture. The hand was 
at the perfect location and height for Ken's long, hard 
penis.

Sharon blinked a few times, but the photo of her 
seemingly holding a black cock wouldn't go away. Then 
Darlene spread several photos out on the coffee table, 
which was in front of the sofa. There was a deathly 
silence for a long time before Sharon slowly turned away 
from the damning pictures and looked to her left.

All of a sudden Darlene grabbed a handful of hair and 
yanked. "Stop whining, slut! You know you can't resist 
or your life will be ruined. Do you want to know what I 
have planned for you... do you?"

It felt like her hair had been yanked out of her head 
when the woman tilted her head to the side. Sharon 
stared back into the dark eyes of the devil and knew she 
was being forced. "Yeeaaaa... yes, tell me. What do you 
want?" she asked.

"Good, you understand! If you obey and do exactly what I 
order you to do, your husband won't find out... or no 
one for that matter will find out about your 
infidelity," Darlene stated and jerked hard on the hair 
tangled between her fingers.

"But... but, I never did anything. You changed the 
pictures," Sharon pleaded.

"Yes, but no one will ever know they were photo-
shopped," Darlene replied. "When your husband sees that 
big black cock in your hand, what do you think he'll 
say?"

"Oh, you can't... no, you can't show him!"

"Darling, you can be assured that I will... unless," 
Darlene whispered and left the sentence hanging.

"What do you want... what do I have to do?"

Darlene glared into the teary eyes, as she gave another 
firm jerk on the tangled hair. "Good, I promise your 
husband will never see the pictures. He'll never know 
what happened between you and Ken," Darlene said.

"Dear gawd, what do you mean? Ken, no... I can't, not 
with a black man... any man. What do you mean?" Her body 
trembled and it was hard to remain seated beside the 
woman. "Oh lord, my husband would never understand."

"You're going to get dressed in that pretty, sexy 
nightie you had on for the pictures and then have sex 
with Ken."

Sharon was positive she was going to faint. She was 
dizzy and wondered if there was a way out of the 
dilemma. "No, no, no."

Darlene let go of the hair and grabbed the nightie that 
she had conveniently stashed beside the sofa. She tossed 
the shear garment into Sharon's face and smiled. "Here, 
put this on. NOW!"

She was in a complete daze. Sharon's hands vibrated and 
it was hard to strip her clothes, but eventually she was 
naked. She didn't dare look at the woman and donned the 
nightie as quickly as she could, not wanting to stay 
naked longer than necessary. The biggest wave of relief 
washed over her when she was dressed and then she heard 
a noise.

A door opened and closed and no one moved. Sharon's 
heart was already racing and she didn't think it could 
beat any faster, but she was wrong. She was standing 
beside the sofa and listened to soft footsteps 
approaching from the far side of the room. Her heart 
pounded and the blood throbbed at her temples, which 
made her slightly lightheaded. She sensed rather than 
felt someone move up behind her and she didn't dare turn 
her head or look.

Ken put his big hand in the center of Sharon's back and 
guided her across the floor. Her feet shuffled and in 
the blink of an eye she was moving down a long, dimly 
lit hallway. Sharon didn't have to open the bedroom door 
because it was already open and she was pushed and 
steered into the darkened room.

Thankfully the darkness felt comforting and a little 
calming. Sharon held her breath when the person behind 
her guided her over to the wall and gave a push on her 
back. "Please, please don't hurt me," she whispered and 
suddenly realized her protest must have sounded utterly 
pathetic.

***

She stood up straight and put her hands on the wall just 
above her shoulders when she was pushed so she wouldn't 
bang into the wall. Before she felt the heat of the body 
brush up against her back, Sharon sensed someone 
directly behind her. The hot breath washed across the 
side of her face and then she felt hands on top of her 
flared hips. Strong fingers dug into her heated flesh 
and slowly pulled her lower body away from the wall 
while leaving her slightly bent over. Her hands remained 
on the wall for support and she held her breath, as she 
was too afraid to move.

Fingers grabbed the bottom of the nightie and slowly 
rolled the shear garment up her torso. Ken smiled when 
her hands came off the wall just long enough for him to 
remove the nightie and then Sharon replaced her hands on 
the wall to regain her balance.

It was a nightmare and the darkness helped. All of a 
sudden something long, hard and burning slipped between 
the top of her milky thighs. Sharon's mind raced, as the 
dilemma seemed overwhelming, and she started huffing and 
puffing for much needed air. "Gaaaahhh, oh gaaaa... 
nooooo. Please, no. Don't hurt me."

The hard cock slithered through her crotch and pressed 
into the soaked slit between her legs. Then Ken leaned 
forward and pressed his lips against the burning ear. 
"Spread your legs. Let me feel that wet pussy with my 
big cock," he whispered and taunted her by licking her 
ear. "Holy shit... you're fucking soaked."

Sharon wanted to die. She wasn't sure where the moisture 
was coming from, but her entire crotch felt damp and 
wet. She felt the cock press into her slit and knew her 
juices coated every inch of the scorching meat. "Oh, 
nooooo, please don't... please."

"Good girl. Darlene said you were easy... hot and easy."

"What, no... no," Sharon pleaded and felt something push 
into her wetness. She opened her eyes, but the darkness 
was stifling and she fully realized the stranger was 
Darlene's black friend.

In the blink of an eye, her feet came off the floor and 
something searing pierced her soul. Ken felt the head of 
his massive cock enter the small opening and he thrust 
his hips with the might of a madman. "Oh fuck... fuck 
baby, oh fuck, you're hot... fucking hot," as a few 
inches of his ramrod entered the inferno. "Oh baby... oh 
baby... fuck baby."

She sort of balanced in midair, high on her tiptoes. 
"No... nooooo... nooooo." Sharon felt the strong fingers 
dig into her heated flesh and hold her body steady.

Ken held her hips and rammed another three or four 
inches into his white slut. "Oh fuck, hold on baby... 
wait for it."

"No, never... never, you bastard!"

"Yes, yes, keep moving that gorgeous ass... move it, 
baby."

"No, no, never!"

"Oh shit, yes... move that sexy ass."

"Never... never."

"Holy fuck... oh geezus. Keep moving, yes!" Ken deftly 
twisted his torso to expose one luscious cheek and then 
he slapped the bare ass. "YES, FUCK YES, move that 
gorgeous ass, baby."

"Nooooo... nooooo." Sharon felt the man twist the other 
way and slap her other bare cheek as hard as he could a 
few times. "OWE... please, don't hurt me, please."

"Oh shit... yes, keep moving... YES!" Ken buried his 
throbbing cock to the hilt. He held the flared hips away 
from the wall and slowly pumped in and out of the tight 
honey-hole. When the hips squirmed and rotated around 
and around, he thrust with all his might.

"What? No, no," Sharon pleaded, as strange spasms rocked 
her entire body. "What... what?"

"Sweet fuck, yes, keep doing that. I love white whores!"

"What, what, no... noooooo."

Ken felt the powerful muscles milk his pulsating hardon. 
Every time he tightened his stomach and thrust his hips 
forward, he drove his cock to the hilt. "Fuck yes, fuck 
yes, move that cunt. Yes, yes!"

"No, no, stop. Please stop."

"Sweet fuck, yes, you're the best. Fuck me... fuck me!"

Nobody had ever treated her like a whore and Sharon 
desperately knew she should protest, yet her body seemed 
out of control. When her hips started vibrating, her 
guts exploded. Suddenly she was pressed up against the 
wall and she had to turn her face. The vast cream flowed 
and intense convulsions erupted in her belly. "Gaaawww, 
gaaawww."

"Aah, shit, no, not yet... damn. Spread your legs. Wait 
baby, wait."

"Whaaa, whaaa."

"Yes... wider! Yes, perfect." Ken kept his cock embedded 
and relished the intense heat.

"Whaaa, noooo." Sharon didn't know how her legs spread 
yet her feet were about two feet apart. Her bald pelvis 
banged against the wall and she couldn't stop her 
gyrating hips.

"Oh fuck, yes, yes. Holy fuck, baby, you're creaming! 
You're fucking creaming!"

"No, no, no." Without warning her head jerked backwards 
and it felt like her hair had been yanked out by the 
roots.

Ken pinned the head against the wall and put his mouth 
directly on Sharon's ear. "You're cumming all over a 
black cock. Cum, baby, cum all over my cock!"

"No, I can't... no, I can't." Her hips jerked out of 
control and rocked back and forth, as she milked the 
disgusting man-cock. She was always the one who had to 
prolong intercourse yet this time her body belonged to 
the devil.

"Do you want some cum, baby. I'm going to fill your 
white cunt with cum... then we'll do it again."

Sharon was flabbergasted. Her untimely orgasm flourished 
and she couldn't stop the free-flowing juices, but 
another sexual encounter with Ken sounded far too 
dramatic. "Oh gawd, no, no, I can't. No more."

Ken pulled back and held for a brief moment, as the 
pressure built. Then he powered his hips at the 
thrashing buttocks and lifted the distraught woman off 
the floor. The first blast of cream erupted and then it 
was followed by a continuous flow of virile semen, as 
Ken climaxed in the womanly domain. He heard whimpers 
coming from the sweaty woman and they merely energized 
the sexual encounter.

Her back was arched and so was her neck, as Ken yanked 
on her hair. Her torso was trapped and allowed the 
maniac to fuck her anyway he wanted. It seemed her 
juices had no end and she kept coating the thick meat, 
making it easier for Ken to pump his hardened cock in 
and out of her ravaged cavity.

After the longest and most intense orgasm of her life, 
Sharon almost collapsed, but she remained upright. She 
was pinned against the wall and felt a never-ending 
pumping, as Ken used and abused her body. When the last 
spasm caused Ken to thrust forward and fully entrench 
his cock, Sharon imagined the horrible encounter might 
be over.

They both clung together and it took several seconds for 
each to regain a measure of control. "Baby, that was the 
best. Darlene was right, you're hot and horny. I've 
never had a wench cum so fast and long... baby, you're 
the best."

Sharon merely moaned and groaned. She would never admit 
to feeling a touch of regret when Ken slowly withdrew 
his stellar cock. All of a sudden he pushed her to her 
knees. "Suck it, baby. Suck my cock and get it nice and 
hard. I want to watch you cream all over my dick 
again... and again."

Sharon was shocked. By now her eyes were used to the 
darkness and she stared at the semi-hard cock that 
drooped in front of her blushing face. She would never 
understand how her dainty hand got up to Ken's crotch or 
how her fingers got wrapped around the big penis. Her 
hand sort of lifted the cock and aimed the head straight 
at her mouth. Sharon never intended on sucking, but all 
of a sudden a big hand grabbed her by the hair and 
shoved.

His fingers intertwined in the long curly hair and Ken 
forced Sharon's head forward, as he thrust his cock into 
her open mouth. She frantically tried to twist and turn 
her head, but Ken was too strong. "MMMuuuuu, mmmmmmmm," 
she moaned, as the cock filled her mouth.

"That's it, baby... suck. Suck!" Ken chuckled when he 
heard her cough and almost choke. "Get me hard, babe, so 
I can fuck you again."

Sharon shook her head and tried to let him know she 
wasn't happy. "Nnnnnnn... mmmmmmm."

"Are you going to cum all over my dick again... fuck, I 
can't believe you acted like a whore."

Sharon couldn't remember being more embarrassed. Her 
mind rushed back to when she was plastered up against 
the wall. Then her head filled with vivid visions of the 
most climatic orgasm of her life and her body going out 
of control with a big, black cock buried inside her 
precious inner being. The colorful and also dramatic 
images left nothing to the imagination.

Sharon felt her temples pulsating, as her fingers 
squeezed the thick hardon and she tried to prevent the 
cock from being rammed down her throat. The cock started 
throbbing like crazy and seemed even bigger than before. 
She contemplated whether it was possible to escape, but 
her train of thought was quickly interrupted, as Ken 
grabbed her by the arms.

She was on her feet and moving across the floor in a 
heartbeat. Sharon noticed the bed and then she was flat 
on her back with her legs spread wide. She watched the 
shadowy figure slither between her legs and grab her 
thighs, as Ken roughly yanked her across the sheets 
until her bum was perfectly placed at the edge of the 
bed.

Ken laughed and watched her squirm and twist madly 
trying to evade his attack. Even in the dim lighting he 
noticed the cleanly shaven pelvis and the hint of wet 
pussy. He pushed harder on the shapely thighs and spread 
them as wide as he could. Then he rolled and twisted his 
hips until his pecker rested directly on top of the bare 
pelvis. Ken listened to the whimpering and kept moving 
his hips so that his cock rolled back and forth across 
the shivering flesh.

Sharon arched her back and saw what Ken was doing. 
"Please, please don't. I can't, no more, I can't... 
please."

Ken let go of the thighs and grabbed his hardon with his 
right hand. "This time... wait. Let me give that 
gorgeous pussy some real cock before you go off," he 
whispered and skillfully moved his hips backwards. Ken 
swiped the head of his ramrod down through the wetness 
until he grazed the puckered asshole.

Sharon tried to shift her torso and move away from the 
black man, but her hips remained at the edge of the bed. 
Her legs were virtually useless, as they were splayed so 
wide, and it was easy for Ken to lift slightly and then 
thrust hard. The bulbous head of his ramrod spread the 
puffy labia and pierced her heart, as inches of hard 
steel entered her vagina.

Sharon had trouble breathing. She stared down at her 
crotch and even the dim lighting didn't hide the fact 
several inches of the black cock were buried inside of 
her. She wanted to yell or scream at Ken to stop and 
leave her alone, but all that came out were mumbled 
grunts and groans.

"Oh shit... yes, grind that sexy ass, baby, move it," 
Ken ordered.

"Gaaaawwww... gaaaawww."

"That's it, baby, fuck me... fuck me! Oh fuck baby, 
yes... yes!"

Sharon wondered what the hell the man was talking about, 
as she squirmed on the bouncing bed. "Naaaa... noooo."

The heat was intense and Ken rammed the entire length of 
his cock into the inferno. "Fuck, baby, you're the 
hottest... tightest piece of ass. Keep moving that 
pussy."

"Nooooo... naaaawwww."

"Christ yes, move your ass. Yes... yes!"

"No, no, no."

"Faster... faster... FASTER!"

Sharon cringed at the vile orders and felt like a cheap 
whore. She felt the cock moving in and out and every 
time Ken thrust, her body shuddered like crazy. "Stop, 
please... oh please, stop."

"Sweet fuck, move that cunt... move it, sweetheart!"

Her hips thrust and moved despite her resolve to remain 
motionless. "Ooooohhh, ooooohhh," she moaned.

"Fuck yes, fuck yes."

"No, no, no."

"Yes, keep moving... like that. Oh baby, keep shoving 
that sexy cunt at me. Do it, baby, do it!"

Sharon arched her back and couldn't understand what was 
happening, as her body went out of control. "Noooo, 
gaaawww."

Ken grabbed the top of the flared hips and held them 
steady as he rammed his throbbing cock to the hilt. 
"You're the best fuck. I'm ready... this time I'm ready, 
sweetheart," he said, as he slowly pumped his stellar 
ramrod in and out. "Oh Christ, you're the best... the 
best fuck."

The man's crude statement made her cringe, but she 
couldn't slow down her thrashing hips. It seemed she 
matched Ken's thrusts with perfect timing and enabled 
the intercourse to gain momentum. "What? No, no, I 
can't."

The heat was intense and so was the pressure on his 
cock. "Yes, yes, YES! Baby, you're doing it... fuck yes, 
yes! I'm cumming... I'm cumming!"

***

She must have passed out after the lengthy climax and 
was vaguely aware of Ken departing. Sharon opened her 
eyes at the sudden movement beside her on the bed and 
she noticed her friend smiling at her. 
"Honey, oh honey, how was he? How was Kenny?" Darlene 
asked.

"Da, uuhh, uuhh," Sharon mumbled trying to make sense of 
what had happened.

"Love, this was only the beginning of our relationship," 
Darlene stated. "I think you know you're under our 
control after what has happened."

"What? No, I'm not doing anymore," Sharon pleaded.

"My love, you have to do what we say, or else," Darlene 
said and crinkled her brow in a questioning manner.

"Or else... or else?" Sharon was in a state of shock and 
realized her life was spinning out of control.

"You don't want your husband to find out. Your life will 
be ruined!" Darlene stared straight into the teary eyes.

All of the air came out of her lungs, as Sharon sighed. 
"Please, oh please," she moaned.

Darlene moved a little closer and an excited smile 
crossed her face when she whispered. "Your husband comes 
home on Friday so we'll give you a couple of days with 
him before having you over."

Sharon stared in disbelief. "What, no, I won't."

Her smile got bigger and Darlene stared straight at her 
shivering friend. "My love, I won't tell you again. If 
you want us to keep the secret, you'll do what we say."

***

The next days passed and Sharon got more apprehensive 
with every phone call or knock at the door. She knew 
Darlene was serious and that her friend would call, but 
when the phone rang, she didn't want to answer it. She 
simply picked up the receiver and held it to her ear.

"My love, I hope you've enjoyed the past few days with 
hubby," Darlene said, as she listened to the heavy 
breathing coming from the other end of the phone.

Sharon shivered and finally found enough courage to 
respond. "Yes. Yes, it has been terrific and we've been 
very busy... are very busy."

"I know. I spoke to your husband this morning on his way 
out of town. He said he was going for a day and wouldn't 
be back until tomorrow afternoon," Darlene informed the 
shocked woman.

"Oh! Yes, he's going, but expects to be back right 
away."

"Look, it's three o'clock. We're having a quiet foursome 
this evening and are excited to have you over again. You 
probably want to get spruced up before coming over."

"No, I can't. I have plans and can't come over."

"Funny, that wasn't what your husband said."

"Huuhh."

"Yes, he said you had nothing on and would love the 
company."

Sharon gritted her teeth and decided she was going to 
put a stop once and for all to the woman's domination. 
It was impossible to do over the phone so she decided to 
confront Darlene before she could do any devious 
scheming. "I'll come over. We can have a tea and talk," 
she whispered.

Darlene was ecstatic. She hung up the phone and told her 
husband that the planned encounter would start early, as 
Sharon was on her way over. "I'll get everything going 
and you know what to do. Make sure he's over here right 
away and you guys keep out of the way until the right 
time," she said and gave Rob the biggest smile.

Sharon quickly arranged for the woman next door to look 
after her baby, as the woman insisted on looking after 
her daughter whenever she went out. She lived about ten 
minutes away and across the big park so it didn't take 
her long to get to Darlene's. Her heart pounded so hard 
and fast that she wasn't able to breathe when she rang 
the doorbell.

The door opened and she was met by the grinning face of 
her controlling friend. Sharon pushed the stroller and 
she stepped into the house and was determined to take 
charge. "Darlene, I have to put a stop to the 
intimidation and sex," she said, as the door closed 
behind her.

Her life changed in an instant. The hand came out of 
nowhere and the slap literally snapped her head to the 
side. "I don't allow my sluts to talk back to me," 
Darlene said and pushed the unsteady woman backwards. 
The next few minutes passed and felt like a lifetime, as 
all of her courage disappeared with a push, shove and 
some sips of alcohol.

Sharon would look back on the encounter with great 
dismay. She stumbled into the living room being pushed 
by the overpowering Darlene. They merely mumbled at each 
other and suddenly a bottle of booze was handed to her, 
as they sat down on a big sofa. She was coaxed and 
encouraged to drink and without much trouble about half 
of her bottle was drank.

When her head started to swirl around in a slight daze, 
Sharon quickly decided to stop drinking. They chatted 
and then she worked up the nerve to protest. "Aaahhh, 
Darlene, we can't do anything. Before was a mistake. I 
shouldn't have... have been with Ken," she said and 
cringed when Darlene made a sudden move.

"My love, it's too late. You had sex with Ken; you had 
sex with Ken and creamed all over his big, black cock."

"No, yes, but it was a mistake."

"A fucking mistake that could ruin your reputation if 
you aren't a good little girl and do everything I tell 
you."

"Yes, no... I know, but I can't do anything else."

Darlene literally jumped on top of the stunned woman and 
pinned her in a corner of the sofa. She kissed Sharon on 
the lips before she could resist and put her hands on 
the flushed cheeks to make sure to restrain her victim. 
When the kiss broke, as quick as it started, it was 
apparent who was in-charge. "You're my little slut and 
will do anything I demand... or else!"

An escape was blocked and Darlene relished the 
whimpering from her captive. Sharon didn't know what to 
do, as she tried to reason with the woman. "Please, no 
more... we can't do anything. I want the affair to 
stop."

Darlene was encouraged, as she lay on top of the 
trembling torso, and she glared straight into the teary 
eyes. "I have everything planned out. You can't resist 
or your life will be ruined. I'm sure you understand 
that much," she whispered, as the grin on her face was 
stern and very animated.

When the realization hit, Sharon felt her stomach heave 
with great despair. "Please, oh please, let me go."

"First you're going to service all three of us. Then 
you're going to get serviced by everyone."

Sharon tried to catch her breath and control her 
heartbeat. "Huuhh, whaaaa... whaaat," she moaned.

The woman moved so fast that Sharon didn't have a chance 
to evade another sudden kiss. It was furious, as 
Darlene's tongue was instantly inside her mouth and 
bashing her own. Again the kiss was over in a flash. 
Darlene reached behind and grabbed a handful of hair and 
yanked until she could see into the teary eyes. "First 
you're going to perform cunnilingus on me; then you're 
going to suck Robbie's cock and then you're going to 
suck Kenny's cock!"

Sharon gasped for air, as she pleaded. "Oh please... 
please noooo."

The smile on Darlene's face was wide and dramatic. 
"After that, I'm going to give you the finger-fucking 
and tonguing of your life."

"Oh gawd, no, no," Sharon pleaded, as she felt the 
woman's free hand reach between her legs. Any escape 
seemed to be blocked by Darlene, as she pinned her on 
the sofa. "Please... please don't touch me."

Darlene jerked the hair and kept staring into the bright 
eyes. "Then Rob is going to make you his slut. You're 
going to cum all over his cock... or else!" Her 
molestation was crude and vulgar, as she cupped the 
shivering pelvis and knew precisely where to press hard 
with her middle finger. "I'm going to watch you cum all 
over Robbie's cock!"

The threat sounded real and Sharon shivered in not only 
dismay, but fear. "Geez, no, no. I can't... never!"

Darlene knew exactly where the slit was and she rubbed 
her middle finger over the denim material, pressing hard 
on the core of Sharon's crotch. "Yes, my love. After Ken 
watches all of it happen, he's going to be so fucking 
horny that he can't wait. Do you remember last time?" 
Darlene grinned and faked a slap, which caused Sharon to 
cringe and turn a little to one side. 

Sharon pressed her thighs together, but it didn't stop 
the molestation. All of a sudden Darlene shifted to the 
side and lay beside her, but still keeping a firm hold 
of her hair. When a hand started caressing her body, 
Sharon remained motionless and stared straight ahead. 
She felt the hot breath wash across her cheek and tried 
to remain calm. "We can't... I have to go, please, I 
have to go," she whispered.

Darlene shoved her hand up the front of the heaving 
chest and cupped a luscious boob. She rolled the bra cup 
upwards and brazenly grabbed a nipple with her 
fingertips, as she forced Sharon hard against the back 
of the sofa and put her mouth directly beside an ear. 
"My love, you're not going anywhere. Your husband is 
gone and we have the whole evening free," she replied 
and licked Sharon's ear in a taunting fashion. "I know 
you have the next-door lady looking after your baby. 
We're going to call her and let her know you're going to 
be very, very late."

Sharon hesitated, but reacted once her hair was pulled. 
Darlene grabbed a phone, which was conveniently nearby 
and shoved it in Sharon's face. "PHONE... or everyone 
will know you cheated on your husband and had sex with a 
Blackman."

Sharon could barely hold onto the phone, as she informed 
her babysitter that she wouldn't be home anytime soon. 
Things got out of control in a hurry. Darlene put both 
hands to work in loosening and stripping clothes and it 
was like two horny teenagers in the backseat of a car. 
One was overly horny and the other was putting up the 
fight of their life trying to fend off the attacker.

Darlene quickly had Sharon's top off and her pants 
undone and gaping open. Every time Sharon resisted or 
grabbed for her roaming hands, Darlene skillfully evaded 
the protest. Then in no time, Darlene practically ripped 
her own clothes off to leave herself naked and shivering 
with excitement.

Sharon wanted to escape and she regretted the decision 
to confront the controlling woman. She watched the 
brazenly naked woman move in front of her and decided it 
was now or never. She twisted her shoulders, as if she 
was going to run, and then she felt pain. Darlene 
grabbed an arm and rolled Sharon over onto her stomach. 
She twisted the arm and jerked it up as high as it would 
go and then rolled on top of her captive. "Let's get 
those clothes off. I want you buck-naked when you eat my 
pussy," Darlene whispered and grabbed a handful of hair 
to ensure Sharon didn't get away.

The weight on her back was paralyzing and made it hard 
to breathe so Sharon gasped for air. She felt totally 
helpless and arched her back for one last protest. 
"Darlene, please... please don't. You're hurting me," 
she moaned.

Darlene pinned the timid woman on the sofa and she was 
determined to demonstrate who was in control. She let go 
of the arm and hair and literally ripped off Sharon's 
bra. Then she slumped over and leaned on top of the bare 
back, as her hands slithered under the heaving chest. 
"Oh, my love, you have the nicest tits," she stated and 
grabbed both boobs. "I wish I had nipples as big and 
hard as you."

Sharon tried to protest, but it was futile. She was face 
down on the sofa and then she heard sounds of intruders. 
There was hustling and bustling all around her and she 
felt someone grab the waistband of her loosened pants. 
She sucked in as much air as she could, as fear took 
over, and then she felt cool air all over her lower 
extremities.

Naked as the day she was born and more embarrassed than 
at any time in her life, Sharon tried to squirm. She 
recognized Rob and Ken and they worked together on 
Darlene's cleaver plan. In less than ten seconds, Sharon 
found herself on her hands and knees and her face buried 
in the wettest crotch. The aroma was definitely female 
and Darlene had a firm grip of hair with both hands to 
hold the rolling head entrenched between her thighs.

Sharon didn't know what to do next. Her mouth was 
pressed against the puffy labia and she felt the leaking 
juices coat her lips and cheeks. When the swollen lips 
spread, she automatically opened her mouth and sucked on 
the enlarged clitoris. Sharon heard a squeal and then 
her tongue was rolling the clit around and around inside 
her mouth.

The squeals got louder when her teeth closed around the 
clitty and Sharon started nibbling, using her 
imagination as to what the woman would like. Her ass was 
raised and in the air, which was far too enticing for 
the two male bystanders. Rob slapped the bare cheeks and 
then he rubbed his fingers up and down the gorgeous 
pussylips. His finger sneaked into the wetness and 
caused a muffled moan of protest that he found exciting.

Sharon tried to utter sounds to indicate she didn't like 
what Rob was doing, but the man merely slipped his 
fingers into the wetness and pinched the glistening gem. 
When her hips jerked and rotated trying to evade the 
molestation, Rob grinned and squeezed. He rolled the 
clit around and around and made sure the bud was pulled 
completely out of the soaked hideaway.

She was so focused on what Rob was doing that Sharon was 
surprised when Darlene's body went out of control. The 
clitty remained inside her mouth and her tongue toyed 
with it until the damn burst. She tried to hold onto the 
thrashing hips so they wouldn't slam into her face and 
held on until the bouncing hips slowly subsided.

The plan was completely explained well before the 
encounter so Rob knew what to do. He watched his wife 
climax and relished her having cunnilingus with another 
woman. When the orgasm was barely over, he pulled the 
exhausted Sharon off the sofa and forced her to kneel 
directly in front of him. He left no doubt as to what 
was required, as he fisted his hard cock and pointed it 
right at her.

There was no escape and Sharon was quickly sucking cock 
and trying to stop Rob from ramming it down her throat. 
She wasn't one who liked giving blowjobs, but likes or 
dislikes didn't matter in the encounter, as she was 
merely trying to survive. Rob's coaxing and persuasion 
told her what to do and she performed an admiral blowjob 
despite not wanting to act in such a shameless manner.

The hot searing lava blasted into her mouth and it was a 
struggle to swallow or let the semen leak out of her 
mouth. She no sooner wiped the excess off her chin and 
face when Ken rolled around her torso and kneeled beside 
her. The two men acted together and in no time forced 
her to put both hands on the stellar black penis, while 
Ken rammed the head into her tightly closed lips.

Her mouth opened despite a resolve to end the awful 
encounter. The bulbous head was inside her mouth and she 
used her tongue to stop the man from thrusting his 
ramrod into her throat. Sharon tightened her grip around 
the throbbing pecker and the shaft was like a piston 
moving back and forth, as Ken pumped his hips in a 
fucking fashion.

Ken wanted to get it over quickly so the raunchy affair 
could move into the next stage. He used all of his will 
to get fully aroused so he could blow his load into the 
waiting mouth. When Ken was ready, he brushed Sharon's 
hands away and grabbed his cock with one hand and the 
hair on the back of her head with the other.

Ken felt cum fill his guts and then he milked the 
extended shaft so the hot semen shot into the gapping 
mouth. He fucked her face and the cum shot everywhere, 
as the orgasm went on and on until there were globs all 
over Sharon's face, neck and bare boobs. When he milked 
the last ounce of cum out of his belly, Ken rubbed his 
hardon all over both flushed cheeks.

Sharon was on her feet before she could resist. All 
three worked together and quickly had her spread out on 
the sofa. She hastily rubbed most of the cum off and did 
her best to rid herself of the slimy residue. In a 
flash, she was flat on her back with Rob pinning one leg 
on top of the sofa-back and Ken had the other draped 
over the edge of the sofa with her foot resting on the 
floor. When Sharon glanced down her heaving tummy, her 
eyes almost burst out of her head.

Darlene was on her stomach and it was very obvious what 
the woman was going to do. Sharon flinched wildly when 
the fingers grazed the insides of her bare thighs and 
then her heart stopped. She felt the fingers grab her 
swollen pussy-lips and Darlene devoured the exposed 
clitoris with one gulp. Her hips started twisting and 
turning in a futile attempt to get away, but then the 
teeth closed on the throbbing clitty.

Sharon closed her eyes and tried to endure the wild 
cunnilingus. She was always a slave to the desire caused 
by someone touching her most sensitive button and this 
was no different. Sharon felt the tongue bashing the bud 
around and around in the hot saliva, as the skilled 
Darlene performed an expert tongue lashing. "Holy shit, 
look at that," Rob whispered, as he watched his wife 
bring the distraught mother to the brink.

"Fuck, I don't think this is going to last long," Ken 
replied and noticed the shapely hips gyrate wildly back 
and forth.

Rob stared in awe, as his wife began a skilled finger-
fucking. He noticed how Darlene never let go of the 
tender clitty and watched her shift her chin out of the 
way so she could pump her finger in and out of the 
soaked hole. "Oh baby, you're in control. You've got our 
sweet mother hanging on for dear life. Do it... babe, do 
it to her," he whispered directly into Sharon's ear.

"Naaaa, naaaa."

"Yes, do it, babe, do it."

Sharon realized her hips were out of control. "No... 
naaaawwww."

"Fuck yes, do it, babe."

"Holy shit... she's cumming... she cumming!"

"Yes, look at her go. Fuck'er babe... fuck her."

Sharon felt more embarrassed than at any time in her 
life. Her body belonged to the devil and she experienced 
an orgasm from hell. On and on it went until her body 
was covered with sweat and every muscle seemed to be 
exhausted. When she realized the climax was over, it was 
too late to stop the horny husband.

Rob was naked and jumped into the saddle without 
hesitation. He shoved his wife out of the way and rammed 
his hips between the widely splayed legs. His aim was 
perfect and in one ravaging thrust his cock was buried 
inside the burning inferno. Rob showed no mercy and 
didn't stop until his balls banged against the 
defenseless asshole.

Darlene had waited weeks for the precise moment. She and 
Rob had discussed and talked about him having 
intercourse with the sexy mother. Suddenly it was 
happening. "Oh honey, he's inside. Rob's cock is inside 
you," she whispered and hugged the twisting head. "My 
love, Rob's finally fucking you."

"No, no, please stop," Sharon begged, but felt the man 
pump his hips up and down at a rapid pace.

"Honey, you're going to show mommy how much you love 
having sex... getting fucked by Rob," Darlene said and 
put her hands on Sharon's flushed cheeks. She rolled the 
head back and forth and then stared into the teary eyes, 
leaving no doubt who was in-charge. "You'll cum... OR 
ELSE!"

Sharon stared straight into the dark eyes. "No, no, I 
can't. I can't," she pleaded.

"Don't worry, my love. This is all recorded and if you 
don't obey, I'll show the video to your husband... to 
your parents... to your friends."

"But, but I can't. I did already... I can't again."

Darlene jerked the head back and forth. "You'll cum... 
or else."

Sharon never had to hurry or force an orgasm and many 
times she faked one with her husband so she could make 
him happy. She shrugged and vowed to fake one again just 
to satisfy the woman's demands. "Ooohhh, yeeesss, yes, 
yes," she moaned and tried to put an agonizing frown on 
her face. "Yes, yes."

Rob grabbed the flared hips and plowed his ramrod into 
the inferno. He slowly withdrew his cock until only the 
head was inside and then he thrust again and again, 
relishing the raunchy intercourse. Darlene grinned and 
shifted her hands to grab the tangled hair. "Nice try, 
my love. If I don't see the real thing... see my love 
having an orgasm, I'll show her husband what a slut she 
is," she whispered in the distraught woman's ear, as she 
yanked on the hair. "Move that pretty ass."

Sharon didn't know what else to do so she started 
pumping her hips up and down, matching Rob's tempo. She 
stared into the paralyzing eyes and noticed the stern 
request. A severe tremor shot through her belly and then 
her body sort of shuddered. "Oh gawd, no... no, I 
can't," she declared and tried to hold still. "No, I 
can't."

"Good girl."

"Whaaaaa?"

"Good girl. Keep moving your horny pussy."

"Whaaaa, no."

The shapely hips jerked a few times and then vibrated 
like crazy. "Yes, you're doing it. Cumming all over 
Rob's hard cock," Darlene stated, as she noticed the 
sweaty body going out of control.

The only thing on her mind was faking it. Sharon felt 
her hips thrusting wildly so she gave the woman what she 
wanted. "Oh... oh, yes, yes, I can feel him," she 
moaned.

"Holy crap, I didn't think you'd climax. You're doing it 
and Rob is going to fill you with cum," Darlene said and 
playfully slapped both of the flushed cheeks. "You're 
the bestest slut."

She fooled the woman, Sharon reasoned, as her body 
seemed to float in every direction. "Yes, yes, yes," she 
whispered, as the most powerful spasm rocked her 
confidence. Then her hips remained thrust high in the 
air and she tried to remain motionless, but the 
convulsions kept erupting deep in her epicentre. 
"What... whaaa."

"Fuck baby, fuck."

Sharon glanced upward and straight at the menacing man 
who was in the midst of a demeaning orgasm. "Oh no, no, 
I can't."

"Move that luscious ass, sweetheart. Move it!"

She didn't mean to move, but she matched Rob's powerful 
thrusts. "Oh geeezus... oh geez."

Darlene jerked the hair and slapped the burning cheeks. 
"Yes, you're Rob's little slut. Fuck baby, fuck."

Sharon squeezed as hard as she could, but the juices 
leaked out of her heated chamber. "Oh why, no, it isn't 
right." When her guts exploded, Sharon felt the last 
shred of decency disappear.

Darlene nibbled on the ear and whispered at the same 
time. "You're the best little tramp and next we're going 
to watch you cum all over a big black cock."

Sharon heard the drastic statement and it destroyed any 
hope of a salvation. Her body rock up and down in 
perfect rhythm with Rob's and the climaxes seemed to 
last forever. "No, no more, please, no more," she 
pleaded, but knew Ken was next.

Everyone was totally engrossed with the dramatic 
encounter and the affair progressed without thought or 
remorse. Rob reluctantly withdrew his dwindling penis 
and helped his wife position the mother for the next 
encounter. The couple quickly had Sharon positioned on 
her hands and knees in the perfect doggie pose. Darlene 
cradled Sharon's head and taunted the woman by licking 
her face and nibbling the lobe of her ear. "Do you 
remember last time? Last time when you were Kenny's 
little slut?" she asked.

Sharon quivered and remained silent. Suddenly she felt 
movement behind her and then big, strong fingers dug 
into the flesh of her hips. When something poked her in 
the crotch, she was forced to cry out. "No, no, stop... 
stop!"

Ken jabbed the puffy pussy-lips and then slowly rubbed 
the head of his pecker up and down through the vast 
wetness. Sharon tried to rock forward, but her torso was 
pinned between the married couple. "You remember, don't 
you? I loved hearing how you had sex with Ken and he 
told us how you actually climaxed all over his cock," 
Darlene whispered.

Sharon prayed for strength, but it would take more than 
that to escape. "Please don't, please don't."

Darlene watched the pretty face and when the eyes 
bulged, she knew what happened. "My love, what is it? 
What happened?"

Ken hit the mark and inserted inches of rock-hard cock 
despite the rapid twisting and turning. "I've dreamed of 
this ever since the last time you creamed. I can't get 
that sexy body out of my head," he said and tightened 
his grip around the slim waist, as the heat intensified. 
"Oh baby... oh sweetheart!"

"My little puppy dog is getting fucked. Ken looks great 
humping his little doggie," Darlene whispered and kissed 
Sharon on the cheek. The look of despair and desperation 
was priceless. "Should we take a picture to send to 
hubby?"

The thought of a picture was unbearable. "Nooo... please 
no."

Ken squeezed the waist and started slowly pumping his 
rod in and out until the shaft was fully lubricated. He 
grunted with each thrust and added to the raunchy 
affair. "Huuuggg... huuuggg... huuuggg!"

"Noooo... naaaawwww."

"My love, Kenny looks like he is all the way inside your 
hot belly. Does it feel good?"

"Noooo... noooo."

"Oh geezus... he's fucking you," Darlene whispered and 
stared straight into the bewildered eyes. "He's fucking 
you!"

"Oh baby, oh baby, you're the best," Ken moaned and 
started pumping like a wildman. He slammed his cock to 
the hilt with each thrust and purposely paused at the 
deepest penetration.

Darlene playfully slapped the flushed cheeks and glared 
at the distraught woman. "You're going to do it... 
aren't you?"

"No, no... no!"

"We get to watch you this time. Kenny told us how you 
climaxed all over his big rod."

"Oh please, no."

"Are you going to disobey? Do I have to get mad and tell 
everyone that little Sharon is a real slut?"

"No, no, you can't."

"Are you going to obey? Are you getting close?"

"No, gawd no," Sharon begged and noticed the stern 
expression on the woman's face.

"Jeessuuss, keep moving. Keep moving your beautiful ass 
just like that!"

"What? No, no."

Ken felt the telltale signs, as the tight pussy milked 
his ramrod. "Oh shit, she's ready... she's fucking 
ready."

"No, no."

Darlene stared in disbelief when the hips started 
gyrating and pushing backwards. "Yes, yes... YES!"

Sharon felt some tiny spasms and suddenly her stomach 
went into severe convulsions. "What? What?"

Rob moved up against the heated couple. "Fuck, I love 
when the bitch goes crazy. She's fucking the black rod 
like a whore," he stated, as he playfully slapped the 
bare ass cheeks when Ken moved backwards.

Her body jerked sporadically; then held perfectly still 
for a second or two and this happened several times 
before going out of control. Sharon had to lower her 
head because she couldn't look at the woman who had the 
biggest grin on her face. The strong fingers tightened 
around her waist and her hips were forced back and forth 
in rhythm with Ken's pumping.

"Yes, yes, I knew she'd cum all over Ken's cock. I knew 
it... I knew it!"

Nothing made sense and Sharon fell victim to the untamed 
passion. "Gaaakkk... gaaakkk," she moaned, as she tried 
to regain a measure of control. All of a sudden she felt 
a tremendous swelling in her deepest being and then the 
searing lava erupted like a volcano. Each time Ken 
rammed his cock to the hilt, he blasted cum into her 
womanly domain.

Nothing else mattered and the desire quickly turned to 
lust. Sharon knew she'd regret it, but her body belonged 
to the madman. She met Ken's demands with some of her 
own and willingly creamed all over the pulsating cock. 
Still rocking back and forth on her hands and knees like 
a faithful doggie, Sharon would never admit it was the 
most explosive orgasm of her life. The intense 
convulsions didn't stop until all of the cum was emptied 
out of her belly.

***

Sharon tried to not think or let her mind comprehend 
what was happening, as she turned into a ragdoll. She 
lost count of the sexual encounters that carried on 
through the evening. Probably the most disturbing part 
was how she reacted each time one of the threesome took 
charge of her abused body. At first she thought that it 
was impossible to achieve multiple orgasms after 
climaxing with each of the partners.

Sharon was proven wrong again and again when an orgasm 
was ripped from her body with each sexual encounter. A 
strange numbness enabled her to endure the numerous 
molestations and almost midnight when the last one 
occurred. She was lying tightly embraced in Darlene's 
loving arms and her eyes were closed, as she tried to 
sleep.

The session started innocently. Drowsy and exhausted, 
Sharon didn't resist when Ken slowly moved until he lay 
directly behind her backside and hugged both her and 
Darlene. With the two women face to face and hugging 
each other, Ken took charge. He snuggled up against the 
warm body and ignored Sharon's pithy attempts to keep 
him away.

Sharon felt Darlene's embrace tighten and it was 
impossible to twist or move away, which left her at the 
mercy of Ken. Much to her horror, she felt his 
rejuvenated hardon slip into the tight crack at the top 
of her thighs and deftly slither along the puffy 
pussylips. Sharon took a deep breath and gasped when her 
labia spread so that the hardened cock slipped into the 
vast wetness.

Ken slowly moved his hips back and forth, causing his 
hardon to sink deeper into the slippery crevice. Each 
time he pushed forward, the head of his cock hit the 
hole and caught briefly before springing forward to 
fully caress the entire pussy slit. It quickly turned 
into a game. Ken would hit the honeyhole and threaten to 
enter, but then Sharon moved her hips so that the head 
slipped out and crushed the tender clitoris.

Sharon felt like she was winning. She escaped Ken's 
penetration and then her top leg was quickly lifted by 
Darlene and shifted overtop of her own legs. Sharon felt 
totally vulnerable, as her thighs were spread and her 
crotch was fully exposed to Ken's attack. She lifted her 
head and turned around to plead with the man. "Ken! Ken, 
please."

"One more time. I want to watch you cream one more 
time," he whispered.

"No, please stop. Stooooooop!"

Ken deftly jammed his ramrod into her heated cavity just 
to prove who was in-charge. Then he quickly pulled out 
and rubbed the clitty a few times. Ken repeated the 
molestation and each time he chuckled at Sharon's futile 
attempts to stop him. "That's it. Move your sweet pussy 
back at me."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, like that. Just like that."

"No, I'm not moving."

Ken thrust with all his might and fully embedded his 
hardened cock. "I'll never get tired of fucking your 
hot... tight... delicious pussy."

Suddenly Sharon couldn't move and she felt something 
ominous and threatening. Darlene's skilled fingers had 
dipped into her crotch and the woman had a firm grip on 
the exposed clitoris. Sharon felt her clitty yanked out 
of the swollen pussylips and the bud was being twirled 
around furiously by Darlene's fingertips. Her back 
arched, but she couldn't get away from either the 
embedded cock or the fingers.

Darlene leaned forward and put her lips next to the 
Sharon's ear. "My love, we get to watch you again. I 
love watching you cum all over Ken's cock," she 
whispered and kissed the side of Sharon's rosy cheek.

Sharon merely moaned and tried to shake her head. 
"Uuuggghhh... nnnaaaggghhh." Her clit felt like it had 
grown immensely and the fingers kept squeezing and 
twirling.

"Yes, yes, oh baby, yes."

"Nooohhh... nooohhh."

Ken pumped like there was no tomorrow. Each time he 
pulled back, he paused before ramming his hips at the 
bare backside. When the head of his cock pierced the 
most inner being, he paused again to relish the intense 
heat. "Jesus Christ, she's so fucking hot," he moaned, 
but never stopped his deliberate pumping.

"Oh baby, your cunt is so juicy. I can feel the cum," 
Darlene said and squeezed even harder. "I feel your ass 
moving."

Sharon tried her best to remain perfectly still and 
endure the awful intercourse. She closed her eyes and 
put her bottom lip between her teeth. Suddenly her lip 
was on fire and she wondered why, as she was positive 
there was the taste of blood.

"Yes, do it... do it!"

"What? Whaaaaaaa?"

"Yes, my love, become Ken's little slut again."

"What? What?" The convulsions expanded inside her belly 
and Sharon couldn't stop the violent quivering taking 
control of her entire body.

"Holy shit, yes, yes honey... yes honey."

When the hips jerked and went into severe gyrations, 
Darlene yanked the beaten morsel out of the wetness. "I 
knew you would, my love," she whispered.

Sharon realized she had surrendered her soul to the she-
devil. Her body was thrashing out of control between a 
controlling woman and captivating man. She jerked each 
time the cock pierced her heart and quivered when the 
woman taunted her. "Huuuggghhh, haaawww."

"Your clit is remarkable," Darlene whispered, as she 
squeezed, twisted and molested the throbbing bud.

"Baby, oh baby, wait... wait for me," Ken moaned and his 
body stiffened before going out of control.

Sharon regretted another premature orgasm, but it was 
too late. The juices flowed freely despite her resolve 
and she met Ken's thrusts with backward ones of her own. 
Seconds turned into minutes and eventually everyone 
collapsed in a big huddle with arms and legs going in 
every direction.

When Sharon finally opened one eye to look around, she 
was alone on the bed. Thankful for the calm and 
peacefulness, she slowly got up and searched for her 
clothes. She found her watch sitting on a nightstand and 
glanced at it. 'Whew, what will Diane think? At least 
Dan won't be home for a few hours,' she thought, as she 
quickly got dressed. First she would have to face her 
babysitter and then her husband. 'Dear God, what have I 
done?'

THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in 
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of 
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider 
seeking professional help.
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