From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Brian (MMFF, foursome, bd, oral, anal)[1/2]
Date: 11 Feb 1996 18:22:51 GMT

				Brian
			       Part One

	I woke early and got dressed. Well, some people wouldn't call
it dressed, but the point is that I got ready.

	It was Father's Day, and I had a special present for my
husband, one he'd never gotten before. You might say it was a home-
made gift, and as with any home-made gift, presentation was
everything.

	We had been up late the night before, Phillip, my husband, had
brought home company. I wasn't really expecting any visitors... but
when I saw who he'd brought, well, let's just say I'm the forgiving
type. He'd met this individual on a plane, and I was very excited to
meet him. My husband knows a lot of important people, but very few of
those people are in sports. This new friend, Brian, played
professional basketball. I don't think I'd ever met a man that tall
before. Standing well over seven feet, he moved with a grace I'd not
have expected from one so big!

	At any rate, we hit it off right from the start. Brian was
very gracious, and very attentive. I knew from the first moment he
took my hand in his that he was going to be a great lover, but I had
no idea how much I'd enjoy this athlete until later that night. I'm
not a very big woman, and my five foot five inches, seemed even
smaller next to Brian.

	His hand was bigger than my entire face!

	They arrived home around seven that night. We had planned to
go to a club and have a few drinks, maybe dance a bit and then make an
early night of it. In the back of my mind, I was concentrating on
Father's Day, and knew that it would be a full day. I was sure I'd
appreciate the rest the night before. But once Phillip and Brian
arrived, the whole evening changed.

	"Kristi, I want you to meet Brian West. He plays basketball
for... well, I guess it doesn't matter who he plays for... does it?"

	"Hello, Brian. My husband is such a chauvinist. He thinks
women don't know anything about sports."

	"When a woman is as beautiful as you are," he said taking my
hand in his, "she doesn't need to understand sports."

	"How kind of you to say that! But I'm afraid he's right. I
don't know much about basketball."

	"There's not much to know, sweetie," Phillip interjected, "you
just take a round ball and put it into a round hole."

	"That's a bit of a simplification, Phillip, but it is a pretty
accurate description of what I do," Brian said with a smile. I
couldn't help but notice what a pretty smile he had. His teeth were so
white, in contrast to his dark skin.

	Phillip looked at me with a certain sense of appreciation. I'd
already dressed for the evening. Since we were going to party a bit,
I'd selected one of Phillip's favorite outfits. It was entirely black.
A fitting choice, in view of our new friend. I was wearing a black
silk dress, cut low in the back, with a knee length skirt. It was
obvious from the back that I wasn't wearing a bra, of course, it was
obvious from the front as well. The silk of the bodice hugged my form
like the skin of a grape. My large 38DD breasts were prominent, but
equally prominent were my firm, hard nipples. Phillip calls them
bullet nips, because he says they're the size and firmness of a.38
slug. He showed me the bullet he referred to once, and I must agree,
without the metal part, my nipples and a.38 slug are about the same
size.

	Phillip hates panty hose, so I'd chosen a pair of silk
stockings, with a delicate spider web pattern, held on by garters.
Now, your wife will tell you, garters are a pain in the ass... but he
likes them and I feel really sexy when I have them on. To make the
outfit feel really sexy, I wore a very thin pair of bikini panties,
more for effect than protection. There was practically no back on
them, and the front couldn't completely cover my pussy. But again, I
was dressing for my man, not for comfort or style.

	I'd chosen a pair of open toe pumps... black of course, with
almost a four inch heel. I was ready to party! After a couple of
drinks... so was everyone else. When we were ready to leave, Brian
took my arm and escorted me to the car. He opened the front door for
me, but I told him he could ride up front, that I'd get in the back.
That made sense to me, he would need more leg room than I would.
Besides, I had a plan in mind for this boy... and he'd need be in
front of me to enjoy what I had in mind.

	As we drove to the club Phillip and Brian and I chatted,
mostly about nothing. Then I asked Phillip about his trip.

	"Oh, nothing special. I met a rather attractive blonde in
Atlanta. She works for the company that hired me to give the seminar."

	"Really? What did she look like?"

	"Nice looking. Firm tits. You know... the kind of woman I tend
to find attractive."

	"Was she good in bed?" I asked this question with the same
inflection a person might ask about dinner, or the weather. I glanced
toward Brian and noticed the surprise registered on his face.

	"Oh, she was all right. Couldn't suck a cock as well as you,
but her pussy was pretty tight. There was one thing I did especially
like about her, though."

	"And what was that?"

	"She didn't wear any underwear. Ever. She told me she didn't
even own any!"

	Brian still hadn't said a word. It was as if he were used to
men telling their wives about women they'd been fucking a week ago. I
thought this was the perfect opening for what I wanted to do.

	"Well, I don't wear a bra. Doesn't that count?"

	"Of course it counts, sweetie, but you do wear underpanties,
now don't you?"

	"Isn't that just like a man, Brian? Never satisfied.

	Here, hand these to Phillip for me, will you?" As the tall man
turned to take what I wanted him to hand to my husband, he got his eye
full of me, pulling my skirt up, and stripping off my panties. His
face registered what he saw. I must have made quite a sight, my legs
lifted, one after the other to the seat as I "stepped" out of my lace
black panties. I made no effort to cover my pussy, in fact, quite the
opposite. I even parted my legs a bit before pushing the skirt back
down, allowing our new friend a nice glimpse of what I knew was a
sparkling, glistening pink morsel of fine pussy. Brian took the
panties from my hand and almost without conscious thought, brought
them to his nose. I watched as he inhaled the crotch, and knew that
not only could he catch the faint aroma of my pussy, but that his nose
told him the dampness in the crotch area was pure sexual arousal!

	"Here," he said to my husband, handing him my panties.

	"No, you keep them," I said as an afterthought. "You look like
a man who appreciates mementos."

	"I'll treasure them always! The scent will linger in my mind
forever."

	He put the panties inside his coat pocket. I knew he was
hooked!

				* * *

	We got to the club about twenty minutes later. It was located
in the next city over from where we live. Phillip doesn't mind
partying, but really doesn't want to party with someone who may show
up at our door the next day. For that reason, we do most of our
playtime out of town. The bar we were going to was in a hotel, and it
was one we'd had fun in before. I was glad he'd chosen that particular
place.

	Phillip got us a table near the dance floor. He doesn't care
much about dancing, but loves to watch me. Dance that is. For that
matter, he loves to watch me do almost anything. Strike the "almost",
Phillip loves to watch me do everything!

	We had ordered drinks, and I realized how out of place we must
have looked. Here we were, in a southern city, in a hotel bar, and
what a trio we made. Phillip is well built, usual height and weight,
and sports a very sexy beard! I'm a fairly attractive woman, or so I'm
told, and I realized I was dressed in a very sexy manner. I was
decent, but just barely. Men have often told me that while I looked
like a respectable woman when they first see me, after a while another
side of me starts to surface, and soon, they're not sure if it's lady
or whore they're talking to. Trust me... it's whore!

	Alone we made an attractive couple, but add Brian, a
completely perfect athlete, muscular, well developed, seven foot four
in height, and black as the ace of spades, and you can imagine the
picture we made. I sat between the two guys, sharing my attention
equally. After we'd sat through half a dozen songs, Brian asked if I
danced.

	"Yeah, but Phillip doesn't. So I usually don't," I answered
shyly, and very out of character.

	"Oh. I see." Brian, for all his aggressiveness on the
basketball court wasn't very aggressive as we three sat in that bar
that night. I was getting a bit frustrated by the whole thing, and I
was starting to think I'd been wrong about my plans for an exciting
evening. I excused myself to go to the restroom. Phillip stood to let
me pass him, and as I did I whispered in his ear, "Can't you liven him
up some?" I said that quietly, but my husband heard me. I squeezed his
cock as I went by, to accent my statement.

	I made my way to the restroom. The real problem about women's
rooms is the stalls are always full. I walked over to the make up
mirror, to check for damage, and took a seat on the left of a woman
who seemed to be doing the same thing.

	She was a knock-out! Dressed in white, complete with white
leather gloves, this very tall blonde, (I would guess about 5'9" or
5'10") sat in front of the mirror tracing her lips with a liner. I
probably looked at her longer than I should have because she noticed I
was staring. Without looking at me, but rather at my reflection in the
mirror, she continued to fix her lips. Finally, she pulled the liner
away from her mouth, and glanced in my direction, again through the
reflection in the mirror.

	"Is something wrong?" she asked.

	"Oh, no. Sorry. You're very pretty, and I was just watching
you put on your lips." I realized how lame that sounded as soon as the
words were out of my mouth.

	"Thank you. I don't usually get many compliments from other
ladies."

	"No, but I'll bet you knock the men dead!"

	"Some I do, some I don't."

	"Ah, come on. What man wouldn't hit on you?"

	"You'd be surprised. A lot of men are intimidated by a tall
woman," she replied.

	I put out my hand. "Hi. My name's Kristi."

	Taking it she replied, "My name's Jan."

	"Hi, Jan."

	"Hi, Kristi."

	We both giggled. I reached for my mascara, and started
applying it to my eye lashes. Jan continued the conversation.

	"I saw you out there with the two guys."

	"Oh, yeah, Phillip and Brian."

	"You married to one of them?"

	"Yeah. Phillip."

	Jan looked at me incredulous. "I hate to state the obvious,
but I don't know which one is Phillip?"

	"Oh, I am sorry, Jan. I wasn't thinking. He's the shorter
one."

	"Honey, you can't be that thick. Is he the white or the black
one?"

	"Oh, how stupid of me. The white one. I'm sorry, I didn't
understand.

	"No problem. And what's the story on the other guy?"

	"He's a friend of my husband. He's a pro basketball player."

	"No shit! Who's he play for?"

	I told her, and told her his full name.

	"NO SHIT! Oh, Kristi, you've got to introduce me!"

	"Okay, I will. Are you a fan of his?"

	"Am I! I've fucked twelve basketball players so far.

	That's less than half the number of football or baseball
players I've done. Oh, please do introduce me. I'll be your friend for
life! I'll do anything you ask!"

	"Anything?"

	"Well... almost anything. I mean I wouldn't butt fuck an ape,
but almost anything... yeah."

	Now, I'm not one to pass an opportunity, and this was an
opportunity. But before I went on with my plans, I thought I'd better
check this girl out.

	"Anything is a big promise," I said gently.

	"You don't know how bad I want to meet him!"

	I sat back in the chair I was sitting in. Reaching again
inside my purse, I withdrew a small vial of perfume.

	Still without saying anything, I applied a drop to both my
wrists, rubbing them together. Next I placed a drop behind my stocking
clad legs, at the knee. Then, vial still in my hand, I lifted up the
skirt of my dress, pulling it back toward my waist. Jan was across
from me, our knees not six inches apart.

	"Would you, please?" I said, handing the vial of perfume to
Jan, and then sitting back. What a sight I must have made, my skirt
hiked up to my waist, my pantyless pussy spread open, and a woman I'd
just met looking at my naked cunt! But I knew what I wanted... and I
knew she wanted it too!

	Without a verbal answer, Jan opened the top of the bottle. She
allowed a drop of the cologne to collect on her finger tip, and then
leaned forward, placing her hand on the upmost portion of my inner
thigh. She was less than an inch from my steamy moist pussy. Her eyes
met mine. I could see the question in them. I gave the slightest of
nods, but that was all she needed. Jan leaned forward just a bit as
her hand slid closer to my secret place. Then, without further urging,
I felt her finger touch me, flick across my clit.

	She wasn't applying perfume to me, she was getting ready to
finger fuck me! And I wanted it. I wanted it bad! Before I knew what
happened, she was inside me, inside my hot cunt, twirling her finger
around, looking for, and finding, my G spot!

	At first contact, I thought I would faint, right there, right
then! I had no control over the situation. One minute before, this
woman had been a total stranger to me, now she was pushing her middle
finger into my cunt, making me lose all semblance of dignity while I
felt her dig deeper, looking for the spot which would cause me to
collapse at her mercy.

	And she found it! Only a woman can make a woman come that
fast! Or that hard!

	"Come for me, Kristi! Come on my finger!"

	"Ohhhhh!" I searched for words, for a way to beg her to stop,
and for a way to beg her not to... And then I felt myself coming...
like a freight train in the distance, I heard the whistle, and I knew
it would rush over me, and I didn't care! I didn't care when the door
to the women's room opened, and I didn't care when a woman I'd never
seen before stood there, eyes wide with disbelief as another woman
finger fucked a third with abandon! The stranger turned and literally
ran inside a stall and slammed the door behind her.

	Tough shit, lady... "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm
commmmminnng!"

	I collapsed on Jan's hand, squeezing my legs together,
trapping her ringed finger inside my hot cunt! I never wanted her
finger to leave me, to vacate the pussy she'd just had her way with.
Her gentle voice brought me back to reality.

	"I hope you liked that Kristi. Now, will you introduce me to
Brian? I think I have something for him as well!"

				* * *

	I promised Jan I'd introduce her to Brian. What else could I
do? After all, she'd pegged me right from the start as a whore. Women
can tell those things about other women, and I could have foreseen how
she was had I been paying attention. I was so hot about wanting to
fuck and suck this giant black guy that I hadn't paid much attention
to the things going on around me.

	I went back to the table. When I returned, both men stood, and
as I resumed my position in the middle, I squeezed Phillip's cock
again. It was considerably harder than when I left, and I knew
something had transpired. I no sooner sat when the DJ started playing
a slow song.

	"Care to dance, Kristi?" Brian asked.

	"Love to!" I replied. Glancing at my husband I added, "You
don't mind, do you?" It was merely a formality. I knew he wanted to
watch me dance with this new guy, hell, I knew he wanted to watch me
fuck this new guy. The dance was at the very most a formality.

	"Of course not. I was just telling Brian how talented you are.
At dancing. He'll tell you."

	We made quite a sight on the floor. Brian looked tall just
because he was. But holding me, a very small white woman against him,
made him seem even bigger. Even in heels, I was almost two feet
shorter than him. And I couldn't wait till the heels were off, along
with the rest of my clothing!

	He was a remarkably good dancer. Actually, he did all the
dancing, I just kind of melted into him, let him move me however he
wanted. I was trying to get across the idea to him that I could be
extremely cooperative. As we danced, he held me very tightly... much
tighter than I'd have thought, given his seemingly shy nature.
Something had happened while I was in the women's room. I suspected
that Phillip had told him that I could be had. Well, sometimes that's
what it takes to get the ball moving... or the balling moving!

	"You dance so smoothly," I said.

	"I'm a professional athlete. I get paid for knowing the right
moves," he replied.

	"I'll bet you know a lot of `right' moves, don't you?"

	"A few. But sometimes I get confused, and that's when I get in
trouble. Sometimes I'm not sure what the game plan is. You know what I
mean?"

	I didn't answer him. Instead I just moved in closer, close
enough to feel his hard cock as it rubbed across my stomach. I thought
I was mistaken at first. Surely to goodness that couldn't be his dick!
I had to know for sure.

	Even though he was leading, I more or less managed to maneuver
Brian toward the back of the dance floor. When I was certain no one
else was watching us, I took my hand right hand off his back and slid
it between us. And then I felt it and squeezed it for myself. If that
wasn't a cock, I was in deep trouble. The man had a snake inside his
trousers that had to be damn near a foot long, maybe longer!

	"I think you understand the game. But I don't know where we'll
play it. That thing in your pants is huge!"

	He whispered the words that almost caused me to come right
then. "Baby... wait till it's hard!"

				* * *

	When the dance was over and we headed back to the table, I
noticed Phillip wasn't alone. It wasn't till I got within ten feet
that I realized who he was talking to. It was Jan, the blonde from the
bathroom. The blonde that had stirred my pussy with her finger till I
came! When my husband saw me, he immediately smiled.

	"Look who's here, Kristi. Jan. She says she knows you."

	I smiled. She wasn't one to be denied. I guess she figured by
making a move on my husband, I'd hurry and introduce her to Brian.
Well, she was half right. I was excited to see her talking to Phillip,
but not for the reasons she thought. I needed to find someone to
handle my husband's needs while I satisfied my black cocksman. And at
that point, Jan looked like just the woman for the job.

	I hugged her like we'd not seen each other in years! Of
course, Phillip didn't know who she was, or what the relationship was
between us. For all he knew, she was just a person I knew. Or at least
that's what I thought he thought.

	Boy, was I ever wrong!

	When we sat back down, the sexual tension between the four of
us was positively electric. I wanted to see that black beauty... I
wanted to see it, touch it, kiss it, suck it, and finally fuck it! I
knew it would split me in half, I even considered the fact that a cock
that big might kill me, but if it did... well, everyone's got to go
sometime... and I want to go getting fucked by a cock as big as my
forearm.

	"Nice dance. Did you enjoy it?" my husband asked me.

	"Oh, yes. Brian showed me a move or two."

	"Kristi is being modest. If the dance went well, it was
because she's such a smoothie," Brian added.

	"Oh, she's a smoothie all right," Jan said, "Kristi, aren't
you going to introduce your friend?"

	I had no choice. Well, really I wasn't worried. In thirty-five
years, I'd never had a man choose another woman instead of me. I've
shared a lot of men, for that matter, women too, but I've never been
rejected by a man because he'd rather have a different pussy to fuck.
I could stand the competition. Stand it... hell, I thrived on it.
Nothing gives me more pleasure than to take a man away from his woman,
even if only for the night. And the more blatantly I do it... the
better I like it. There was one night in Boston that I took a man away
from his wife by offering to suck his cock for an hour straight. What
made that so remarkable was the man's wife was standing there, next to
him, when I made my offer. The bitch almost had a coronary... I could
tell by her mannerisms that she hadn't had a cock in her mouth for
years, if ever. That's the secret to keeping a man. If you won't suck
his dick, why have him?

	"I'm sorry Jan... This is Brian. Brian, this is my new friend
Jan."

	"Pleased to meet you, Jan."

	"New friend? I thought you guys knew each other well,"

	my husband said.

	Again, thinking he knew nothing of the nature of Jan and my
relationship, I merely said, "Well, not long, but we do have a deep
understanding of each other." I thought that was a rather cute thing
to say at the time.

	"Actually, what she means to say Brian," my husband started,
"is that Jan has had her fingers in Kristi's pussy. Isn't that right,
dear?"

	"Phillip!" I couldn't think of what else to say!

	"What, dear? Jan told me all about it. She also told me that
she found Brian to be quite attractive. Isn't that what you told me,
Jan?"

	"Well, my exact words were that I wanted to `fuck him,' I
believe," Jan replied.

	Brian, in the meanwhile was taking all this in, and I must
say, he took it well. If he was surprised that I'd gotten finger
fucked in the bathroom, or that this luscious blonde wanted to fuck
him, he certainly didn't show it. I was really starting to admire just
how cool my basketball star was!

	"Well, I'm flattered, Jan, but I think I already have a date
for this evening." As he said that, he slipped his arm around me, and
cupped my breast in his left hand. Now I have a size 38DD breast. Two
of them in fact. But when his hand cupped my left breast, it totally
disappeared inside his black mitt! I mean totally. This should give
you an idea of just how big the man is. And I might add, that as his
hand cupped my boob, he managed to wiggle his fingers in such as
manner as to make my already hard nips come to full attention. I
swear, if he'd have wanted to, he could have taken my dress off right
then and there, and played with my naked breast in front of the whole
bar. (In fact, that isn't a bad idea for next time. His hand could
have been my living bra!) Jan was sitting on Brian's right. I
couldn't see her left hand under the table, but I had no doubt where
it was.

	I put my right hand under the table as well. I was right!

	The little cunt had her hand on my date's cock, rubbing him
through his trousers. But even with her hand covering what it did,
there was plenty of cock she couldn't cover. My hand clasped over the
part she wasn't able to hold.

	"Ladies, ladies... you know, there's a lot of Brian to cover.
Least that's what the coaches tell the other players.

	There's more than enough of me to go around. I can make you
both happy. If Phillip doesn't mind, that is," Brian added.

	"Mind? Perish the thought. As I told you, Kristi is a very
friendly girl, aren't you, darling?" He was teasing me, and I knew it.
I also knew what he'd say next.

	"I suppose I could be called that," I answered him.

	"She's so friendly, in fact, she'd love for you to fuck her
whenever you're ready. Aren't you dear?"

	"Yes," I answered quietly.

	"What did you say, sweetie. I don't think Brian was able to
hear you."

	"I said `yes'."

	"Yes to what, dear?" Phillip was dragging it out of me as if I
didn't want to say it. It's part of the game we play. Sometimes it's
"humiliate" Phillip, sometimes it's "humiliate" Kristi. It doesn't
matter which, but it adds spice to our relationship.

	"I said, `yes to what', dear?" he repeated.

	"Yes, I'd love for Brian to fuck me."

	"Could you please speak up? I can barely hear you."

	"I said `YES, I'D LIKE FOR BRIAN TO FUCK ME!' Did you hear me
that time?"

	"I think the whole bar did, Kristi," Jan said.

	"Well, then. Brian, are you ready to go? Or did you want to
fuck the little slut right here?"

	I've got to tell you, for a moment, I thought he was going to
take Phillip up on the offer. And I'd have let him, too! I wasn't
wearing panties. It would have been a quick thing for me to hike my
skirt and give his black cock access to my cunt. It wouldn't have been
the first time I'd been fucked in public... nor would it have been the
first time I'd been fucked in public by a black man. I was so hot
right then, all I cared about was getting my hands, mouth and pussy on
that giant cock!

	"What about me?" Jan asked. I'd almost forgotten about her.

	"What about you?" Brian replied. "Do you want to come with
us?"

	"How far we going?"

	"All the way, mama, all the way."

	For just a moment, I thought Jan was going to chicken out. I
didn't care. I'm more than enough woman to handle both Brian and my
husband. Then Jan spoke.

	"I can't go far. I've got to be home in an hour, before my
husband gets off work. Can I have it in the car? Can you fuck me in
the car?"

	I was just about to object. I didn't mind sharing my black
cock with this pushy bitch, but I'd be damned if she'd get first come!

	"Tell you what, ladies. There's no reason to act like kids
about this. Why not rent a room here and I'll fuck you both. If that's
okay with you, Phillip," Brian suggested.

	"Fine with me. I'll get the room." With that, my husband left
the club area to rent a room. And he left me alone with the fantasy of
my life. And of course, Jan. I was beyond caring about her at that
point. From what I could feel of his cock, I'd probably welcome Jan's
help with Brian, and besides, someone would need to suck Phillip's
cock while I was being fucked by Brian's.

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Brian (MMFF, foursome, bd, oral, anal)[2/2]
Date: 11 Feb 1996 18:23:34 GMT

				Brian
			       Part Two

	We'd stayed at this hotel before, on the spur of the moment as
it were, so Phillip knew what was available in the way of
accommodations. He got us a really nice two room suite. It was on the
tenth floor and the ride up to the room was interesting to say the
least. We all knew what we were going upstairs to do, but to hear the
conversation in the elevator, you'd have thought we were all on our
way to a church social! But the mood didn't last long.

	The door was no sooner opened to the suite then the action
began. Brian wanted one more piece of reassurance.

	He looked at Phillip.

	"You sure?" he asked my husband.

	"Help yourself," my husband answered him.

	That was all the encouragement the man needed. He reached over
to where I was standing and picked me up like I was a feather.
Carrying me to the king size bed, he rather unceremoniously dropped me
on the covers. Jan was looking on as this tall man, (and he seemed to
be getting taller right before my eyes) started to strip his clothes
off. He pulled his shirt from the waistband of his slacks, and started
to unbutton it, first the cuffs, then the collar buttons, then one by
one, each button down. As the blue oxford shirt was unbuttoned, each
new button revealed more of his handsome dark chest. Throwing the
shirt on the carpet, he reached down and removed his left shoe, then
the right one. Still standing at the foot of the bed, he bent each leg
at the knee and raised it, almost to his chin, as he removed first one
sock, then the other. This strip show took less than a minute, but I
can still see it in slow motion. The man had muscles that literally
rippled as he moved. Now he was wearing only his slacks. He put his
hands on his sides and took a long look at me. Finally he spoke.

	"Don't move from that spot. You hear me?"

	"Yes," I responded.

	"And don't you say `yes' to me. It's yes, sir, or I walk right
on out of here. You dig?"

	"Yes, sir. I dig!" Shit! This man was playing to every fantasy
I'd ever had. Gone was the soft spoken gentle man who'd been so
gallant all evening. In his place was a cocky black man, a black man
who was about to fuck a white whore, and was going to treat her like a
cheap slut! Then he turned to Jan.

	"Bitch, you want some of my black cock, get your ass over
here! Now!"

	"Yes, sir." She'd learned from my mistake.

	"Now one of you bitches undo my pants."

	Jan was closer, she got the honor. I was still remembering
what he'd said about not moving. Phillip had taken a seat by the bed,
a front row seat where he wouldn't miss any of the action. Brian
completely ignored my husband, intent instead of subjecting these two
"white sluts" as he called us to total domination.

	As she started to undo his belt, he bellowed out more orders.

	"Bitch... kneel when you approach a man you want to suck! Do
it!" She didn't need be told another time. Jan fell to her knees as
she continued to undo his pants. The belt finally yielded to here
somewhat nervous hands, next the little clip inside the pants, and
then the zipper. I watched breathlessly as Jan worked the zipper down
the front of his pants. I envied her that position. She'd get to touch
his cock first, and that pissed me off. But not so much that I said
anything to Brian.

	As the zipper came down, I could see the beginning of his
underwear. It was royal blue, silky looking, and obviously not bought
off a shelf. As Jan skinnied his pants down his legs, he lifted one
leg, then the other allowing her to slip them off his body completely.
She reached for his shorts, but he caught her hands in his.

	"Not so fast, bitch. You want what ole' Brian's got in them
shorts, don't you?"

	"Yes. Yes, sir. I want that cock! I want to suck it," she
answered.

	"Well, let's see how bad you want it. Take off my shorts,
bitch, with your teeth." Brian looked at me after he'd told Jan what
he wanted. Then he barked another order, this one to me.

	"Hey, slut! Get your white ass over here. Help this cunt do
what I told her. Come on, get your lazy white pussy over here!"

	I scurried off the bed to join Jan as she worked the blue silk
material off his ass, down his legs. With my mouth on the left
legging, and hers on the right, we managed to pull in tandem until we
felt the prize come off this black bastard's ass, and down his legs.
Putting his hand on both our heads for balance, he stepped out of the
shorts. He was totally naked now! And I got my first glimpse at the
cock that swung between his legs. It was enormous! That's the only way
I can describe what it looked like. It was like a huge sausage
swinging there, almost like the trunk of an elephant.

	I stole a glance at Jan. Her eyes were as big as mine, even
though I knew she'd fucked basketball players before, and I can only
assume that all men as big as this guy was are equally well endowed.
Now, I'm not really the kind of girl who measures men's cocks. As far
as I'm concerned, if the guy's dick gets hard, it gets in! My husband
is at least ten inches long flaccid. Hard he gains about another inch.
But when I tell you this cock made Phillip's look small, I mean he
made Phillip's look small!

	"Okay, blonde, you start on the cock. Lick it real good for
me. And you, cunt, (I think he meant me) you lick my ass. Go!"

	We neither one needed more instructions. As I ran my tongue up
and down his ass cheeks, I could hear Jan slurping his big dick with
her mouth. I held on with my hands wrapped around his leg, and fuck!,
did that boy have tree trunk legs!

	I started at the crease where his legs met his ass, and
swirled my tongue in that crevice. As I licked him there, my hand
moved around his legs, up and down the soft inside of his thighs. Our
sucking and licking were getting to him, though, I could feel his legs
trembling. Or maybe it was just my hands. At any rate, I knew I wanted
more.

	"You look like such a slut, licking his ass, Kristi." I got
hotter when Phillip said that, knowing that he was telling the truth.
Nice girls don't lick black men's asses!

	But that worked out well, because that night, I was anything
but a nice girl! I started working my mouth and teeth around to the
round fullness of his ass cheeks. My left hand was still moving around
his inner thigh, but my right one was scratching his ass cheeks, as my
mouth moved higher and higher on them. I continually flicked my tongue
outside my mouth, licking, tasting this giant. I knew what position I
wanted him in. I knew how I could be totally degraded by this
"master."

	"Lean forward, please, sir." He understood what I wanted, and
gave it to me. He stepped closer to the bed, and then leaned forward
to the mattress, bent at the waist, but keeping his legs straight. He
almost suffocated Jan when he did this, she still being on the floor
in front of him, sucking around four inches of his black cock meat
into her face. But I had him where I needed him. Snaking my left hand
between his legs, I grabbed hold of his giant member and worked my
hand up and down, as if I were milking it.

	Meanwhile, my mouth was still working on his ass, but this
time from a different angle. I was kissing, and licking, his black ass
cheeks, working slowly toward my goal. I wanted to lick his ass hole!
I was only about an inch from it. I could see it puckered up, and I
could sense his excitement, as well as my husband's!

	Phillip watched my mouth close in on the prize. My husband
studied my face as my tongue left my mouth and tickled, gently at
first, and then with a certain amount of anxious panic, poking Brian's
tight ass hole. Phillip could see my tongue push inside this man's
bung hole, could see me form it into a tight cone and shove it into
him, and each time I pulled away, he could see the moist saliva pool
I'd leave behind. I licked Brian's ass while Jan continued to suck
him, and I kept my hand high on his cock, feeling the wire brush like
curly pubic hair against my half way closed fist. I was pumping his
dick into the other slut's mouth, wishing I was the one on the
receiving end of his dick, wishing it would be my mouth he'd come in,
my lips around his turgid cock, my tongue flicking in and around his
pee hole... not hers!

	My tongue was buried inside his ass now. I had at least a half
inch of my oral digit sucking, licking his ass hole. And I could feel
his tenseness, his readiness to come. I wanted to taste his cock... I
needed to taste it! I withdrew my tongue from his ass hole, replacing
it with my middle finger. I knew what he needed, and I knew how to
give it to him. Some men don't like their ass played with during sex.

	I've always found it to be a real turn on. I have a special
way of sucking Phillip's cock that really drives him wild. I have him
lay on his stomach, and pull his dick under him, and then between his
legs, so it's coming out the back of his legs. This allows me to suck
him, and lick his ass at the same time, not to mention ramming his ass
hole with my finger, or anything else we happen to have handy. I
wanted to do this to Brian, but he wasn't into taking orders, just
giving them.

	As I pushed my middle finger up Brian's ass, I forced my head
between his legs, until I was in position to lick part of his cock and
his balls. He had enormous balls, too.

	That's one of Phillip's best features. He has huge balls, in
fact, I'm sure there must be three or four in there, because his ball
sac hangs down, much further than his cock, and his cock ain't no
slouch! After working my face into the proximity I wanted, I started
licking and sucking his cock and balls. By this time, my middle finger
is buried all the way to my hand in his ass hole. And he was loving
it. I couldn't see Phillip, but I could feel him! He was sliding his
hands under my skirt and fingering my naked pussy, the same pussy that
Jan had fingered less than an hour before. I spread my legs as I felt
my husband's mouth closing over my wet cunt. Oh, shit! I can still
feel it.

	I was a little worried about Jan. I needn't have been. She
was doing fine sucking the giant's cock, while he'd opened her blouse,
and pulled her bra away from her tits. I could hear her moaning as he
twisted and pulled on her nipples. I couldn't see what I was doing,
but I took my free hand and tried to reach the blonde's tits. I caught
hold of one of them, and remember thinking how big her nipples were
too.

	Suddenly, I knew it was time. My finger was working diligently
inside Brian's ass, my mouth was licking the underside of his giant
cock, and my hot breath was keeping his ball sack warm! I could feel
the eruption as it started in his balls, and made the long journey
down his cock and finally bursting forth, into Jan's mouth! To say
there was more than one woman could handle is an understatement! The
man's black cock started spurting white cum juice like a bottle of Dom
Perignon being uncorked after being shaken for an hour! Within
seconds, I heard Jan gag. She simply had too much come in her mouth,
throat, and now, all over her face!

	I came to her rescue. Grabbing his cock, I started licking
lower on the shaft, (from my perspective, that would have meant
getting closer to the head) until I was able to taste his come also!
It was as I expected. Delightful and rich!

	But that was his first come, and judging from the size of the
balls still slapping against my face, there was plenty more where that
came from. Jan and I were working together to lick any extra "cum"
from his shaft. Of course, working in such cramped quarters, we
couldn't help but "bump" into each other as we licked and sucked all
the remaining evidence of his orgasm from his legs, ass, and dick. And
when we did bump into one another, we would linger, and allow what had
been an accidental touching to develop into a full blown kiss,
complete with tongues in each other's mouths, and lips nibbling at
their counterpart. I must confess, her kisses were quite stimulating,
especially when I thought about her mouth having been used as a
repository for Brian's come just seconds before. At some point, we
became as engrossed in one another as we had been with Brian.

	Neither the black man, nor my husband seemed to mind that Jan
and I had developed a fondness for one another. Somehow, Brian had
managed to extricate himself from between us, and now, without a huge
black man separating us, Jan and I found ourselves licking come off
each other's cheeks, and chins. I noticed a huge glob of Brian's come
had landed on Jan's left breast. Her tits were outside her bra, but
other than that, she, as was I, remained almost fully dressed.

	"One of us has to let go of the other... at least till we can
get naked," I said to Jan. Reluctantly, we both let go of the other's
body, and almost in unison, we stood and stripped off the rest of our
clothing. I left the thigh high stockings on, and the garter. My shoes
were already off, and all that remained was for me to drop my dress.
Which I did.

	Now, both men, the black athlete and my husband, watched as I
stood almost without clothing and certainly no clothing covering any
private parts of my body. Within seconds, Jan was like wise naked. She
didn't even have stockings. Her bush, as blonde as her hair, was
neatly trimmed, about as close cropped as mine.

	Her clitoris, however, was really noticeable, even from the
distance we were now apart. I looked at Phillip and Brian. Neither one
spoke a word, but I knew what they both wanted to see. All men like
seeing a woman going down on another woman. And luckily for them, I'm
one woman who enjoys licking pussy! I fell down on the bed, landing
between Jan's legs. But for some reason, she'd closed them, and her
pussy to my touch and gaze.

	"Open up sweetie. I wanna lick!"

	You can imagine my surprise when she shook her head and said,
"No."

	"Open them legs, bitch! The other whore's going to lick your
pussy! You crazy or something. Now open `em up for the cunt!" Brian
had such a sweet way with words. But even this sweet-talk didn't help.
Jan kept them closed like a rusty lid on an old Mason jar! I was about
to give up when the men came to my rescue. Each took one of her legs,
and pulled them away from the centre. In fact, they had here splayed
out for me in no time. I knew she wanted my mouth there, she was
begging for it, but just didn't want anyone to know.

	Well, now it was open and open wide. Both men held her open
waiting for me to make my move. I was literally mesmerized by the
sight of this struggling woman, her legs widely open, her cunt
glistening with slick pussy juice. Phillip brought me back to reality.

	"Kristi, are you going to lick her for us? Or don't you like
the taste of pussy anymore?"

	That was all the invitation I needed. I went for that clit
like a dog goes for a milk bone! As my lips and tongue licked and
kissed her hardened clitoris, my hands roamed up and down her body,
and rubbed her pussy with the soft flat of my palms. Her cunt was too
much for me. I hooked both my thumbs inside her opening, and while my
mouth sucked her clitoris like a miniature cock, my hands were making
her come by their constant touching of her pussy and pussy hair! Both
men started on her breasts at the same time, one on each, twisting,
sucking, pulling... generally making their presence known to the bitch
on the bed.

	Her head moved back and forth, quickly, like she was in a bad
dream... or a wet one... while my husband licked her right breast,
Brian licked the left one, and I had a meal of pussy and pussy juice.
I knew she was about to explode. The men didn't need to hold her legs
apart any longer. She was given over to her orgasmic needs, and I
rather doubt at that point whether it would have been possible to
close them!

	Phillip had stripped off his clothing by this time, and I
could see his huge erection as I lifted my head from Jan's cunt. I
didn't want her to come yet, though she was begging me to put my mouth
back on her sex. Almost as if by pre- arranged plan, I lifted off of
her as my husband came around to take my place. I thought he was going
to eat her pussy as I had been doing. Phillip had other plans. He
grabbed her ankles, and in one fast movement, brought Jan from the
middle of the bed to the left bottom corner. With an ankle in each
hand, Phillip parted her legs once more, but this time, instead of
lowering his mouth to the cunt's cunt, he drove his cock into her.

	Up to now, her eyes had been closed, denying herself of the
visual stimulation of another woman's head between her legs. Now, as
my husband rammed his jumbo sized cock between her legs and into her
pussy, she suddenly joined the party.

	I don't know who was fucking who, but believe me, there was no
danger of either Phillip or Jan missing a stroke. Maybe they might
have one, but they weren't going to miss one.

	Phillip wasn't between her legs for a full minute before Jan
started her orgasm! And it was a lulu! My husband was pushing his
eleven inches of hard cock into her pussy, while I licked the breast
he'd abandoned. Brian, seeing an opening, got on the bed and brought
his cock back to Jan's lips. She opened her mouth and sucked almost
half of his thirteen inches on the first pass! This bitch was hot!

	Phillip reared back, his cock still deep in her cunt, and let
out a roar! I knew what that meant. He was dumping his load into her.
I watched as my husband spasmed time and time again, each spasm
meaning he was pumping more come inside her pussy. I wondered if she'd
get it all out before her husband visited her tight little cunt?
Nothing, Phillip says, is more distressing to a husband than finding
another man's come in his wife's pussy. Course, that doesn't hold for
my husband. He likes it when I present a juicy cunt for his
inspection, and when I spread my pussy lips for him, and sperm comes
running out, he knows I've been bad. Sometimes he spanks me, sometimes
he just tells me what a cunt I am.

	But regardless of how he reacts, he always ends up doing the
same thing. He always ends up with his mouth over my freshly fucked
pussy, licking it clean!

	My husband pulled his cock out of Jan's quivering pussy and
watched as the bitch lay there, exposed to anyone who wanted to look.
She didn't even close her legs. I figured she was done for the night
when Brian stepped into the place Phillip had been. His giant black
cock was rock hard again, and defying gravity in the way it stood
straight out. It was obvious from the look on his face what he wanted.
Jan saw it also... and she also saw the size of his cock.

	"No. Wait. I can't take that in my pussy. Wait... "

	No one listened. She was too weak from the fucking my husband
had just given her to resist the black man's cock.

	Funny, less than an hour ago, she'd begged me to let her fuck
him, now she didn't want any part of his black dick. Too bad. Guys
like Brian don't care a great deal about if you want their cock, they
only care about getting it wet! Brian was no exception. As Jan kept
saying "No!", Brian kept feeding his giant dick into her pussy. I must
admit, it didn't look to me like ti would fit. My own pussy hurt as
the big black athlete kept pushing more and more of his cock into her
tight pussy. Even with my husband having just fucked her, and leaving
her wet and open, Brian's cock just seemed too big.

	Of course, as I've heard many men say... one size fits all!
Within a matter of minutes, his entire black cock was hidden within
the recesses of her pussy. But I could see it inside her, I could see
the bulge it made inside her stomach as it distended her uterus. It
was an obviously oversized fuck device the man had, but despite all
that, despite her crying and whining, I knew she wanted it. We all do,
don't we? She wanted to be used by this man, to be fucked like a cheap
whore and then discarded. I wondered about Jan. She didn't seem the
type to want such dispassionate love making, the kind that sometimes
leaves you empty in the morning... but for now, she was getting what
she wanted.

	I figured it would take about a week for her pussy to revert
to it's normal size. Hope her husband didn't mind waiting!

	And even as Brian was dropping his load into her, squirting so
much cum inside her that is started to ooze back out, making squirting
noises as it was forced back out by his fucking motion, I knew that
soon, it would be me there... on my back... Brian's cock stretching
me, hurting me. I would be lying there, in front of my husband, while
a big black man forced his giant prick in and out of my cunt. And
while my husband looked on, looked at his bride, his wife, his
lover... I would orgasm like no man had ever made me come before. This
was the prick I'd been wanting all my life, and in a few minutes it
would be out of this blonde bitch, and inside my greedy little snatch.
And maybe, after he finished with me... I'd never call my snatch
little again!