Girls Suck Black Dick Christy Simmons was enjoying her typical day, cleaning up the house while
her husband Todd was at work. They lived in a large suburban home, far from the
crime and dirt of the city. Christy had just about everything she could wish for,
two cars in the garage, plenty of food in the fridge and a house that her neighbors
envied.
They didn't have any children yet but there was still plenty of time. She
was only 27. Todd said his work was just too frantic at this point to think about
having a family. He often worked late, sometimes not getting home until around eight.
Once in a while he even had to take extended business trips. He could be gone for
several days at a time. She often felt lonely but she was grateful for all the wonderful
material things he could provide her with.
It was Tuesday and Todd had just called to say he would be home around seven.
Christy began whistling while she was polishing the silver. A small stain got on her
long powder blue dress and she was about to go wash it off when the door bell rang.
Christy was startled by the sound because they rarely had visitors. Perhaps the UPS man,
she thought.
At the door were two tall men in dark suits and reflective sunglasses. "Good morning,
ma'am," the dark haired one said as he flashed a badge. "My name is Jenkins and my partner
is Smith. We're with the FBI, Fraud Division."
Christy's heart raced as she peered around the door. She said, "What . . . what can
I do for you?"
"Ma'am, we've been investigating a couple of scam artists operating an insurance fraud
in your area and we'd like to talk to you about it."
"Well I . . . that is, I don't know anything about it."
"We know, but with your help we think we might be able to stop these dirt bags. May
we come in?"
Christy wasn't sure what they thought she could possibly do, but of course she let
them in. She led them down the two steps into the open living room, over to the large plush
sofa. She offered them tea. After they were settled, the two FBI agents explained the problem
and their plan.
"You see ma'am, these low lives are operating an unfortunately all too typical scam.
They pose as door-to-door life insurance salesmen. They work during the weekday, when only
a lonely housewife is likely to be home. She's eager for some company so she let's them in.
Then they offer her an unbelievable comprehensive coverage package that she just can't say
no to. The catch is, they say, their company is only offering this special promotion to
people who sign up on the spot. If she hasn't had a physical within the last two weeks,
which very few people have, then they can provide her with one right there. One of them
poses as a qualified medical examiner. They get her to strip and then they do a full cavity
investigation."
"My gosh!" exclaimed Christy, "that's horrible!" Christy couldn't stand going to her
gynecologist. She was mortified at having to get that kind of exam. It made her very
uncomfortable to have anyone look or touch her body, even her husband. At least her doctor
was a woman. "What can you do to stop these fiends?"
"Well ma'am, we have reason to believe that two such perpetrator's are currently
operating this kind of scam in your neighborhood. Since they haven't been to your house
yet, they probably will be here within the next couple of days. We'd like to enlist your
help in stopping them."
"Gee, I don't know. They sound dangerous and I really don't want to get involved
in anything. Can't you just stop them?"
"We wish it were that easy, ma'am, but all these damn liberal laws have our hands
tied up. In order to get the charge to stick in court we need to essentially catch them
in the act. What we'd like to do is set up cameras and microphones all over your house.
When they come to your door, you let them in, let them run their scam, then we rush in
and put those bastards away for good."
"Gosh I . . . it just sounds so dangerous. I can't just let criminals in the house."
"But Girls Suck Black Dick felt bad. I should tell her it's all
right. I should tell her it's frightening but it's all right. And
I should tell her it's a weird kick for me, even though no man
should let others use his wife. Or get off by watching it happen.
But the only thing Joe could bring himself to say was:
"When do we do this?"
"I was thinking maybe... tomorrow night. Your Mom said they'd
take the kids. Overnight." Mary's face was hopeful; she knew she
was gushing--showing she'd kind of had it planned out--and that
could irritate Joe. "I was hoping maybe we'd spend the night at
that little motel. And come home in the morning," she finished
lamely, watching her husband's face. But Joe had put his poker face
on. He had a wariness in his eyes that she had put there.
"What did you tell them we were doing?"
"Your parents? I told them we were thinking about heading into
Chicago to see a show and do the Loop. I told them it depended on
how much running around we had to do tomorrow. I told them I'd
call her as soon as we figured out what we would do." She waited
expectantly, praying.
"Okay, Mary. Call them and tell them we need them to baby-sit
overnight. We'll do it. Okay?"
Mary felt fresh tears in her eyes. Tears of happiness that Joseph
loved her and would help her with THE URGE. She loved him so much.
"You want to go upstairs in a little while, Joe? I'd like that,"
she offered. Joe gave a rueful smile.
"No thanks, hon. I'll save it up for tomorrow. I'm pretty tired
and I've got some paperwork to go over. Rain check?"
"Rain check," Mary agreed, although she would have rather they had
gone upstairs and made love. She wanted be with him for a while.
He tossed and turned in bed that night, thinking about events to
come.
Chapter Two: The Gloryhole
And so it was that Joe and Mary Savior awoke Saturday with a
charged tension between them. The Saturday chores--the shopping,
the cleaning, the lawn, got completed in their due course, however,
the stiltedness remained between the married couple.
Mary took it upon herself to be cheerful and playful with the
children and with Joe. He responded weakly at best to her attempts
to lighten his worried mood. The children were thrilled at the
prospect at spending the night at Joe's parent's home. The videos
were already rented and Grandma Savior had already advised of the
provisions she had laid in for their arrival. By six in the
evening the kids were in the minivan and Mary had jumped into the
"Mommy seat" next to Joe; her own special provisions carried in an
overnight bag set between them.
Dropping off the children went without a hitch. Mary chatted
excitedly with Joe's Mom while Joe spoke idly with his Father,
about the gas mileage his father had coaxed out of his recreational
vehicle last summer. Joe suspected that his father was responsible
for more than a few of the traffic back-ups in northern Michigan
and Wisconsin in the summers. A regular moving roadblock. Mary
bounced out of the house. "Ready, Joe?" she asked brightly. Joe
put on his happy face.
"Let's go, hon. Dad, try not to let Mom spoil the kids, okay?"
"I can't promise you anything on that score, Joe," the older man
said solemnly, before breaking into a grin. "You two have fun.
We'll be right here when you get back."
Joe and Mary climbed back into the mini-van. "I gave your Mother
the cell phone number in case she needed to call us. I told her we
didn't know if we would spend the night in Chicago or head home,"
Mary said.
"Okay," Joe answered. "We're going to stay at that motel again?"
"I'd like to. It's more convenient."
"We bringing anyone back with us to the motel this time?"
"I... I don't know," Mary faltered. "If we do, it won't be like
last time."
They had brought a young man, a hitchhiker, back to the room to
do a special job on Mary. After the act, he showed no inclination
to leave. Joe had been overly patient with him, waiting for Mary to
rise up out of her languor. When she had finally given him a
worried look, he had given the kid the bum's rush. He didn't want
anything like that to happen again.
The time passed uneasily between them as Joe left Chicago and the
'burbs behind and they passed through Gary, Indiana and Michigan
City and finally into the farmlands and fields of Michigan. Mary
squirmed in her seat. Joe caught her out of the corner of his eye.
"Want me to slip out of these shorts for awhile, Joe?" Mary asked
timidly. Joe considered. Acts of automobile sexuality were very
rare with Mary, and he felt the resultant surge in his pants. But
he really didn't feel like playing right now. These urges always
worried him, because of the possibility of being caught and exposed.
"I'd rather just get to the motel. Maybe we'll do something
there, hon," he finally stated. Mary sat back in her seat, clearly
disappointed. Oh well.
At exit 3 of Interstate 94, they left the freeway. Out of the
corner of his eye, he saw Mary shift excitedly in her seat. Joe
turned left, recrossing the highway over the bridge and cruised
into the parking lot of the Sawyer Motel, a one-story cinderblock
motel of indeterminate age. Not recent, though. Shaped in an "L",
without pool or restaurant; advertising their air-conditioned rooms
and in-room phones. "Air-conditioned rooms" had the requisite
blue icicles hanging from each word. In-room movies. Whoopee,
thought Joe dully. Other than a Marathon gas station, the motel
was the only other building even visible from the interstate. It
always seemed to Joe that the only reason you could enter or exit
the freeway around here was so the farmers would have a way to get
on. There was nothing else around Sawyer, Michigan.
The Sawyer Motel served as a place to sleep for those travelers
who needed inexpensive accommodations for the night. Fairly close
to the backwater Michigan town of the same name, it seemed to
accommodate its fair share of locals looking for a room for their
own sexual enterprises. The place saw only light use and it always
seemed like a depressing little dump to Joe. He left Mary in the
van and headed in to get a room. Forty-two dollars later, Joe came
out with the key in his hand. Mary watched him anxiously from the
car.
"I wonder how he feels?" thought Mary. She watched his neutral
face and posture as he walked back to her. She felt giddy and hot
at the same time. She longed to rub her legs together or at least
rub her groin with her hand. The URGE was upon her, in full
effect. Joe climbed in without a word and drove about eight doors
down to number thirteen. Parking the car, they both stepped out.
Mary stretched, then grabbed her overnight bag and waited excitedly
for Joe to open the door. Joe unlocked number thirteen and they
stepped inside.
Mary made a great show of being comfortable in the spare, sparsely
furnished room, with it's old carpeting and drapes, the motel-
quality television hanging from it's ceiling bracket. Mary tossed
her night bag on the faded quilt of the double bed and walked
eagerly into the bathroom to pee. She reached under her short
skirt and peeled her panties down, then squatted over the bowl and
let her urine flow. She hated to sit down on these motel toilets.
Fear of germs or something, she figured. Hard to believe when
shortly she'd be letting strangers put their cocks into her. Lot
easier to catch disease that way, but she still shied away from
actually sitting on the toilets in these motels until she'd had a
chance to clean them. She heard Joe switch the television on. The
unmistakable drone of college football filled the small motel room.
Mary wiped her sex gently and after dropping her wadded toilet
paper into the bowl couldn't resist running a fingernail up and
down her slit. Excited, she kicked the panties off and let her
skirt fall back down. She flushed the toilet and headed out to see
Joe. It was eight o'clock in the evening, and time to leave for
the gloryhole. Time was a wastin'.
"Are you ready to go, Joe?" Mary asked her husband. Joe looked at
her. His face still a mask.
"I guess, hon."
"And the same rules?"
"Okay."
The "Rules" were pretty simple. Joe took Polaroid pictures of
Mary's activities. He would make some initial contacts with the
strangers and let them know Mary was available in her bathroom
stall. He would take his cues from her when it came to answering
questions posed by the blunt and distrustful horny men she would
service. And Mary rarely said no to a request.
Mary quietly picked up her bag of supplies and waited on Joe. He
got up off the bed and grabbed his keys and wallet. They looked at
each other uncomfortably before Joe said quietly and just a bit
kindly, "Let's go, Hon." Mary brightened in anticipation and
followed eagerly out the door.
Once more out on the road, Huge Cocks 18 Inch Black Dick grabbed her chin, turned her head towards him
and told her to open her mouth. Christy obeyed, just as the FBI men had told her to do.
"Wider," said the black man as he flashed a light down her throat. "Now say 'ahh'."
Christy felt a little silly sitting on her sofa dressed only in a skimpy teddy,
having a strange black man look down her throat while another strange man looked on, but
she complied. Terrance then moved the light to her ears and then to her eyes. He paused
periodically to take notes. The next part of the exam was a blood pressure check. Terrance
wrapped a black band around Christy's upper arm and inflated it. Christy sat patiently,
trying to ignore how uncomfortable she felt being nearly naked. Sam had put all the papers
away but he still sat very close to her, their knees almost touching.
"Now I'll check your heart rate," Terrance announced as he pulled out a stethoscope from
his black bag. He put the ear plugs on and then placed one hand on Christy's bare shoulder.
His other hand moved the listening end towards Christy's chest. She jumped when the cold
metal touched the skin between her breasts, just below the tied ribbon. She held her breath
as Terrance slowly slid the metal end up her right breast, pushing aside the loose material
of her teddy. He swooped the device across her breast, passing under the nipple, as he
pretended to listen to her heart beat. He brought it back, this time crossing on top of her
nipple.
"Your heart is really beating very quickly," Terrance said as he looked into Christy's
glazed over eyes. "Are you excited about something?"
"Uh, no . . . I . . . I'm Ok," Christy stammered.
Terrance continued sliding the metal bit around, moving down the right breast and then
climbing the left one. He held the cold metal on her left nipple for a moment and then took
it away.
"Ok, now turn around," he ordered.
Christy obediently turned to face Sam. She gasped as Terrance put both his hands on
her shoulders. He slid them down her arms, taking the straps of her teddy with him. She
quickly put her hands to her cleavage, trying to hold the front up to cover her breasts.
She looked down and saw that the sides of her breasts were now exposed as well as the top
half. Terrance ran the metal circle over her back. He gave a sharp tug on the back off her
teddy causing some of the front to slip from her hands, baring more of her breasts. Now the
top of her areolas peeked out from under the fabric held in her hands. Sam was directly in
front of her, smiling. Ashamed, she quickly turned her head. After a few minutes, Terrance
finished. Christy jumped when he put his hands on her shoulders again. He turned her back
around so that she now faced him, her hands still clasped tightly over her breasts.
"Now it's time for the mammary exam," Terrance announced. "Put your hands down."
Christy froze, trying to build up the will to continue. For the good of her community,
she took another deep breath and dropped her hands to her side. The still fastened teddy
fell down to her lap leaving her completely naked from the waist up. She held her breath
as Terrance's black hands approached her breasts. A shiver ran down her spine when his skin
touched her. He held both her breasts firmly in his grip and began squeezing. Christy tried
not to look but she couldn't help it. A black man had never touched her before. His dark
fingers contrasted sharply with her pale white breasts. He grasped her nipples and pulled
on them, stretching her breasts way out from her body. Then he pushed in, squashing her
breasts together. He pushed her floppy flesh around, mashing one breast on top of the other.
"Are you suppose to do it like that?" Christy panted.
"Hey, Mr. Davis is a licensed professional," Sam quickly defended.
"Oh, Ok. Sorry," Christy meekly replied as Terrance continued to push her breasts
together.
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slight moans of enjoyment.
"I'm going to take a picture," Joe announced quietly for the old
guy's benefit. He didn't answer.
Mary pulled the black meat out her mouth. It glistened dark and
heavy and she laid it across her cheek as she licked back towards
his testes. The cock felt good and warm against her cheek. The
head was touching her ear as the flash went off. She put the meat
back in her mouth and slid two fingers between her legs into her
wet gash. She was close to the brink, waiting only for the man to
come.
Joe pulled the picture off the Polaroid and stuck it in his shirt
pocket. He waited until Mary's next signal, which would mean the
guy was coming. Maybe she'd want a picture of him coming in her
mouth; maybe she'd pull it out and have him spray her face. Or
maybe the guy would want something else. Joe watched his wife
sucking the black meat. It hadn't gotten very hard, but she was
very much into it.
After a time, the black guy suddenly shuffled his feet and let go
with a low moan. Mary tasted something salty and tangy in her
mouth, oozing from his black cock. The guy was coming and Mary
joined him, moaning herself now as her pussy clamped shut around
her fingers several times. She signaled Joe, who quickly bent and
framed the picture. The flash went off a second time. The black
guy continued a slow dribble into her mouth for ten seconds before
his moans subsided and he was done. Mary let his cock rest in her
mouth until her own orgasm subsided. Then she pulled his spent
dick out of her mouth and kissed it several times. His dangling
black cock was shiny clean. The guy pulled it back through the
hole and zipped himself back up. Joe closed the stall door and
waited for the black guy to emerge. The black guy looked at him
shyly. "Thanks, Mister. Tell your woman I appreciated that..." He
shuffled off out the door, leaving Mary and Joe alone.
"Show me the pictures, Joe," Mary said softly. She sat back on
the toilet, resting. Joe opened the door and handed both of them
to her. She studied them intently. "Oh that was good.
Uncircumcised--it's just so kinky, Joe." He didn't answer her.
"Ready for the next one, dear," Mary said as she dropped the two
Polaroids into her bag. They would go into her BOX at home, and
she would masturbate to them later. She savored the flavor of the
black guy in her mouth. And waited for more.
Joe walked out of the bathroom and lingered some more in the
lobby. Several men came in, but Joe instinctively knew better than
to ask them. They went into the bathroom and came out never knowing
a woman was in the fourth stall, dying for someone to pleasure.
One had entered the second stall and had taken a healthy shit while
Joe stood by and Mary cringed in her stall, hardly daring to
breathe. This had happened before. After he finally left, Joe
went back out into the lobby. Finally, two guys approached, one
twice the age of the other. Joe had watched them jump out of an
eighteen wheeler parked out in the darkness of the parking lot.
They were laughing and joking as they made their way into the Men's
bathroom. Father and Son? Joe followed them in. They stood at
the urinals and made their water.
Mary heard the two enter, laughing and having a good time. She
heard them piss and heard the roar of the powerful flushing
mechanisms. She gasped when she heard Joe's voice. Approaching
both of them?
"You guys together?" Joe asked, standing at the sinks. The older
guy, probably in his late forties, looked at him and nodded
brusquely. He'd probably seen everything at the truck stops and
rest areas in his time. The younger man, in his early twenties,
watched alertly, waiting for signals from his father about how he
should act.
"My wife is in the end stall over there," Joe pointed. "She'd
like to give you two a blowjob or something, if you want." He let
the words hang.
"She any good-looking?" the younger one popped out jokingly. His
father looked blankly at him for a second and then faced Joe. "He
don't mean nothing, Mister. Your wife wants to give blowjobs?"
"Yes," Joe answered, keeping his face and voice as neutral as
possible.
"How much?"
"It's free," Joe replied.
"You a cop?" the older trucker asked.
"No, we're not cops," Joe answered uneasily.
The older trucker looked back at the younger one. "What do you
say, boy? Interested?"
The younger trucker looked gravely back. "Yeah, that might be fun."
"And we don't go telling no stories when we get home? Your Ma
don't have to know and your girl don't find out neither, right?"
"Right," the young trucker promised.
The older guy turned to Joe. "We'll take a piece of that, partner."
Mary listened in her stall. Two men at once! A father and son!
She got off the toilet and knelt on her kneeling pad in front of
her gloryhole.
Joe led the two back to the third stall. The guys looked
sheepish, neither one wanting to go first. Joe opened the fourth
stall just a crack and looked at Mary. She glanced up at him, her
face excited.
"How about one in the hole and one in here, Joe?" she whispered.
Joe nodded.
"How about you go into that stall," he pointed out the third stall
to the younger man, "and you go in there with her," he suggested to
the older man. "And if anyone comes in, you guys just freeze.
Don't make a sound, okay?" They nodded somberly and made their way
into the stalls.
Mary smiled nervously up at the older man as he entered her stall.
He was tall and whipcord thin, wearing Levi pants and cowboy boots.
Carhart jacket and a standard baseball hat with the name of a truck
stop embroidered on it. He got behind Mary, standing between her
legs on the floor. Mary got up off her knees. The trucker would
need her to lean over. As she stood, a long thin white pecker came
through her hole. The cock of the son. It was hard as a rock,
jutting up obscenely at her. Mary placed her hands on the wall and
put her mouth over the cock and moaned. Already she was heating up
again. She felt the older man position himself behind her and flip
her short skirt up onto her back, exposing her hindquarters. As she
engulfed the son's cock, she heard the father's undoing his belt
and unzipping himself. A moment later, his pants were down at his
ankles and she grasped her hips as she sucked his son. The
father's penis nudged insistently at the outside of her pussy and
then, finding her pussy, pushed itself inside her. Mary groaned
around the cock in her mouth. So good.
Joe watched from outside the stall for a few moments and then
fished the Polaroid out of the stall with his foot. He framed the
shot of his wife being boned by the father while she sucked the son
through the hole in the wall. He took the shot. The flash
exploded in the stall and the two cocks invading his wife froze for
a moment.
"Don't worry guys. She just likes the pictures," Joe explained.
The two men resumed inside of Mary.
Mary felt the father driving into her from behind. It felt like
his cock was as long as his son's and wider yet. He filled her
good, bumping up against her butt cheeks as he took his pleasure in
her. Mary licked, sucked and teased the son's cock, her head
occasionally bumping lightly against the wall from the father's
thrusts behind her. She loosened up her throat and let the young
penis all the way into her mouth. She buried the young man in her
warm mouth. Right up to his balls, which dangled lewdly on her
chin. The young man was doing some moaning of his own.
They continued at a rapid pace for the next three minutes, the
only sounds in the room the harsh breathing of the two men, the wet
sucking that Mary performed and the squishy sound of her pussy
being pummeled by the father's cock. Joe watched, his penis rock
hard inside his pants. He rubbed it a little. This was the worst
part--the guilty excitement he felt watching his wife go at it with
other men. It didn't seem right, but Lord, it made him stiff.
The younger man's hands reached up and grasped the top of the
stall walls. "I'm ready, ma'am. I'm ready!" Joe got the camera
ready again. Mary pulled her mouth off the boy, and stroked his wet
penis quickly and firmly, bending it down a little to her face.
"Come on, cum for me. In my face," she coaxed him. The old guy
let up a minute behind her to peer over her back. Mary stroked the
gloryhole cock as the young man began to squirt his semen. The
first blast struck her hair and dripped richly down her forehead.
The flash of the Polaroid went off. The second squirt caught her
right on her mouth and cheeks. Mary moved in closer and the rest of
his ejaculate hit her neck and shoulders and leaked down onto her
chest. When his shower was over, Mary took him back into her
mouth. His cum tasted rich and slightly tangy. Cumbang Emy Reyes Black Cock Thumbs completely
visible underneath the thin fabric. Her pink nipples looked like cherries on top of two
heaping scoops of vanilla ice cream. She glanced down and saw that her fuzzy pubic hair was
just as clearly revealed under the skimpy thong panties. Hesitating, she turned around to see
how much of her rear end was visible. Christy gulped when she saw that the teddy only went
down to the middle of her butt, leaving the lower half of her ass completely uncovered. The
thong strap that ran off the small waist band disappeared between her cheeks. She couldn't
leave the bathroom dressed like this! She certainly couldn't let two strange men into the
house when she was practically naked. But the FBI would be watching and they would protect
her. Besides, these were bad men who had hurt others and had to be caught. Christy had never
done anything important with her life and maybe this was her chance to make up for that.
Resolved to do the right thing, Christy left the bathroom and tried to go through with her
normal daily routine.
"Hey Fred, you got to check this out," said Agent Jenkins inside the blue van down
the block from Christy's house.
"Shit, look at those tits," enthused Agent Smith, staring at the monitor showing
Christy bending towards the camera placed in the shower. "That baby is built! Is this
being recorded?"
"Of course."
"I'll need to get a copy of this one . . . for ah, research purposes. You understand."
"You bet I do."
The rest of the day passed pretty uneventfully for Christy. She went about her chores
and tried to forget that she was virtually nude. At five o'clock she went back into the
bathroom and changed into her dress. Todd came home about seven and she served him dinner,
as usual. She didn't mention the FBI operation or the cameras watching them. The closest
she came to telling him was when he was undressing for bed, but she figured the cameras
were probably off by that point anyway.
The next day after Todd left she put on her skimpy teddy and started her routine again.
It actually felt pretty comfortable wearing such a loose outfit. She was just starting to
enjoy the freedom when the door bell rang. A wave of fear passed through her. What if isn't
them, she thought. She'd be revealing herself to the wrong person, sacrificing for nothing.
Taking a deep breath, she walked to the front door and opened it a crack. Peering around the
door she saw two young men, one white, one black, both neatly dressed in light suits and big
smiles. She meekly smiled back.
"Good morning, ma'am," the white man beamed. "My name is Sam Peters and I'm with
Worldwide Insurance Co. We are offering a special once in a lifetime opportunity to a few
specially selected lucky customers. Tell me, ma'am, do you and your husband have adequate
insurance coverage?"
Christy hesitated for a moment and said, "Gee . . . I'm not sure. I think my husband
has some kind of plan through his work but I don't really know much about it."
"Insurance if vitally important, ma'am. If something, Heaven forbid, should happen
to your husband today, where would you be tomorrow?"
"I don't know."
"We can answer that question for you if you will give us just a few moments to tell
you about this new revolutionary plan our company is offering."
"Well . . . I guess so," Christy responded, still not sure about whether to let
these guys see her half naked. They didn't really look like criminals. One of them was
black, though. "I'm . . . not really dressed though. Perhaps I should change." Christy
was close to chickening out.
"That's Ok," Sam laughed, "we're both professionals. My partner and I have been
working door-to-door for several years now. You'd be amazed what some people wear when
they answer the door. One guy was dressed head to toe in a black latex outfit. He was
even wearing a leather hood!"
Both men chuckled and Christy felt a little relieved. They seemed pretty friendly.
"Well I'm not wearing anything like that," she 
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additional slow strokes inside her ass, to intensify his orgasm.
Mary felt the cock expand in her and the inside of her ass got
wetter. She burned back there and she knew feel that the delicate
membranes of her anus had swollen a darker red and that she would
be feeling this ass-fuck every time she sat down. Even now she
felt an empty achy void back there.
With a final shudder and a gasp, the bear came to rest inside
Mary, and then slowly backed out. Mary felt the invader leaving
her and struggled to close her gaping ass. She didn't want to shit
on the floor. The flash of the Polaroid exploded as the stranger
got clear of her backside. That's one for the photo album, she
thought weakly. Mary groaned with the effort to control her once-
sufficiently tight musculature. She slowly turned and sat shakily
down on her neoprene pad on the floor. The stranger's penis, wet
and angry confronted her. Joe had opened her stall door. Mary,
the consummate performer went for the finale. She beckoned to the
stranger to step back up to the wall. Mary grasped his exhausted
penis and brought herself up to it. At least it didn't have any
of her shit on it. At least not obviously. A generous dollop of
semen was lodged just behind the rim of that majestic cockhead.
Mary nodded to Joe and placed the cock against her cheek for a
picture. And then licked and finally sucked the semen off the big
purplish plum head of the stranger's cock, which had been in her
vitals just moments before. Her nose picked up the earthy offal
taste of her bowels on the man's penis as Joe finished the pack of
film. She gave the strangers penis one last kiss and let it go.
The stranger contemplated her as he stepped heavily back and began
to dress. He seemed like he wanted to say something, but for some
reason he remained quiet. Mary sat back down, her legs tucked
tiredly under her. She felt semen leaking out of her ass onto her
left ankle tucked under her. She felt exhausted and satisfied with
the night's activities. Maybe they should go back to the motel
room now. That was five penises now, including Joe's. Her URGE was
sated. She sat on the floor resting her arms on the toilet. The
stranger dressed and left the men's room. Joe watched Mary idly,
waiting to see what she wanted to do.
The bathroom door banged open and three laughing young white males
entered, pushing and shoving each other in a frenzy of young macho
mock violence. They blasted past the urinals and the sinks,
stopping in a heap around Joe. One of them opened the stall door
before Joe could even react. The boys, who appeared to be in their
late teens or early twenties, peered around him to see Mary sitting
on the floor of the stall topless, covered head to toe with the
semen of five grown men. Mary looked up, shocked by the sudden
commotion and the opening of her stall door. Stunned, she saw the
boys staring incredulously at her. She squealed and covered her
breasts with her hands and turned her hips away from their view.
She was mortified at being caught naked and cum-splattered like
that in front of these boys. She felt her face redden in
embarrassment.
"We heard there was something going on in here," one of the boys
said, "the old black guy told us." The kid had a comically sincere
look on his acne-ridden face. His black hair was short except for
a shock of hair in front which constantly fell down over his
forehead. "We don't want to hurt you or anything-we just want to
see what's going on."
"Sweet," the second one chimed in as he studied Joe's wife. A
brown-haired small guy about five foot six and he couldn't have
weighed more than a hundred and thirty pounds. Cute.
"Yeah," the third one agreed. He was tall, about six foot three
and skinny as a rail. His head of hair was razor cut down to short
blond stubble and his head and sharp nose made him resemble an
ostrich.
"He told us you were doing things--sex things. We would like to
get in on some of that if we could," the first boy finished lamely,
addressing himself both to Joe and Mary, uncertain of whom to
petition.
"Gee, guys..." Joe began, "you're all kind of young... And we
were just getting ready to leave..."
"That's right," Mary whispered. Their youth was intimidating to
her. She keenly felt past her prime. She felt conscious of the
flaws of her body, the stretch marks at the sides of her breasts
from the babies and the way her stomach must appear with it's
little marks and belly button frown. And the drying goo all over
her body.
"We're in our twenties," the first boy protested. "We're all
twenty," he amended, "we go to college at State." That's old
enough," he insisted. "We'd like to... give you a try."
"Yeah," chimed the other two enthusiastically. Mary blushed anew
and thought about the situation. Should she? They seemed so
young. "I'm thirty-six, boys. Isn't that too old for you?" she
asked honestly.
"My Mom is thirty-eight," the second one offered. Mary cringed
inwardly.
"Yeah Dude, and your Mom is hot. Like this lady," the tall one
laughed. The slight one pushed him. "Don't talk about my Mom like
that, fucker."
"I'd fuck your Mom in a heartbeat, Dude. Why do you think I'm
always going to your house? It's not because I want to see you-
it's cuz I just want to get close to your Mom!" the tall one grinned.
The little guy pushed him again and then regarded Mary. "So can
we?" He was so small and cute. His big blue eyes regarded her
hopefully.
"So who is first?" Mary said slowly and cautiously drawing her
hands down and offering the boys a full view of her breasts as she
clambered to her feet and moved her neoprene mat away from the
partition wall. She centered it on the floor of the stall and
removed her skirt, consciously sucking her little pooched tummy in
as she stood there naked for their devouring eyes. Her butthole
still ached emptily. "One of you watches the door. I don't want
anyone coming in and catching us. And one of you at a time in
here. My husband takes pictures. Now if you'll give me a moment
of privacy, I'll get ready." With that, Mary shut the stall door
and removed her skirt. She lay down on her mat with her head at
the base of the toilet. Tight quarters in here. Her spread legs
faced the door of the stall. She briefly felt her pussy lips and
clit. She felt good lying here, though it was chilly down here at
floor level. She touched her anus gently, feeling the sore,
swollen ring. No one else was going there tonight, she thought.
She spread her thighs and peeled her vagina lips apart. She
fingered herself idly and then self-consciously placed her wet
finger in her mouth. It tasted of her and slightly of the father
trucker. The randy feeling was back. She was getting wet all over
again. "I'm ready," she called gently under the stall door.
Mary heard the whispered discussion of the boys and saw the Nikes
of the first boy, the black shock-haired young man, trot to the
door of the men's room to stand lookout. Then Joe opened her stall
door. Mary looked out. The tall thin young man stared between
Mary's legs. He backed off, looking uncertain and even scared. He
apparently wasn't even going to watch his friend. The smaller guy
with the puppy dog eyes, came shyly forward and waited. Mary knew
from his trepidation that he had little or no experience with girls
or women and she felt a motherly tug at her heartstrings. The
young man tugged his shorts and underwear off in one bunch and
kicked them off his feet. He stood there sporting a stiff five-
inch penis, small, but not so small for his frame. He stared down
intently at Mary's closely-shorn pubic patch and her pussy. He
dropped down to his knees between Mary's legs and continued to
study her genitalia. "Wow," he breathed to himself. Then, placing
a hand on the mat at each side of Mary, he assumed a classic push-
up position over her cum-splattered torso. His penis bumped
blindly around at the top of her vagina. Mary reached down between
them and pushed his penis down to her hole. The boy pushed again
and he slipped inside Mary's warm depths. His eyes went wide in
surprise and Mary believed he had entered his first woman. "It
really is like warm apple pie," he breathed, slowly stroking
himself in and out of Mary's pussy. She smiled at him.
"Come on, tiger. Do me," she cooed at him to spur him on. The
boy needed no further encouragement. His thrusts sped up, his cock
filling her snugly. He slowly lowered himself onto her wet chest,
and she hugged him lightly to her, this intimacy exciting. All of
the sudden, she felt his lips on hers and his insistent tongue
force its way into her mouth. She responded with an excited moan;
her tongue doing swordplay with his; secretly hoping Biracial Marriage bit her lower lip. Sweat and tears dripped off
her face. She was in agony as both her holes were stretched to the max. She threw her head
back and let out a loud moan. The orgasm exploded deep in her pussy, spreading over her
entire body. Their cocks continued to hammer her pussy and asshole.
When they finally pulled their dicks out, Christy slid off Terrance, spilling onto
the floor. Her legs still hung up over the sofa. The men moved onto the floor with her,
kneeling on either side of her head. Christy looked up through her orgasm haze and saw
them jerking their large cocks over her face. They were beating their meat furiously.
Sam's cock started spurting first, dropping huge gobs of cum onto her cheek and mouth.
The warm goo oozed passed her parted lips and down into her mouth. It tasted like honey.
Christy stuck out her tongue to catch more. At the site of his partner cumming, Terrance
began shooting, too. Wave after wave of jism flooded out of their cocks, splattering all
over her face. Christy stretched out her tongue to try and catch as much as she could.
Warm cum filled her mouth. She swallowed it down eagerly.
Just as the last drops splashed off her nose, the FBI agents rushed in and grabbed
the men away from her. As she lay there in a haze, absent mindedly stroking her burning
pussy, her face covered in cum, she saw her lovers being dragged away, their spent cocks
dangling between their legs. Agents gathered up the bags the insurance scammers had brought
in with them. Other agents began dismantling the cameras. Agents Smith and Jenkins stood
over her naked body.
Reaching down, they helped Christy to her feet. They led her over to one side of the
room.
"You did a great job here today," said Jenkins. "We're going to be able to put those
scumbags away for a long time. You country is grateful."
"That's great," Christy said, licking the thick cum off her lips, standing completely
naked between the two men. A long strand of white jism hung from her chin. "Can one of you
get me a towel?"
Another agent came over to them, holding Christy's teddy. He held it up behind her
and she slipped her arms through the straps. The fastener in front had ripped though so
it wouldn't close. The soft fabric hung loose at her sides, still leaving her front
completely exposed. The strand of cum dropped off her chin and onto her breast, running
down over her nipple.
Jenkins and Smith saw that their men were distracted from their work by this nearly
naked woman standing around, so they led her into the kitchen. Jenkins tore off a paper
towel from the holder next to the sink and handed it to her. Christy began rubbing it
around her face, not really picking up much, just sort of mushing the cum around.
Smith paused, glancing down at her body, before he spoke again. "You really have done
a terrific service to your community today, Mrs. Simmons."
"So what happens now?" Christy asked, still trying to wipe the semen off her face.
"Well the tapes show pretty much everything. A number of agents were watching the
monitors so they will all be able to testify to the tapes accuracy. We will seal the file
so your information won't become known. You won't have to be involved anymore."
"And . . . and what will happen to those two young . . . men?" A hint of longing
filled Christy's voice. She licked a dollop of cum off her finger.
"Oh, don't worry. They'll be going to jail for a long time, thanks to you, Mrs. Simmons
and your selfless action." After a pause, Jenkins continued. "Having an outsider like you
help out on this case was invaluable. Perhaps, if the occasion arose again, you might
consider giving us further assistance?"
"I don't . . . that is, I really didn't realize things were going to go so far. It's
a good thing I didn't tell my husband about it. I guess if you had a . . . I mean if there
was some kind of important case . . . well I guess I couldn't real say no, could I? I mean,
it's my Civic Duty." 
Lynn Pleasant Blacks On Blondes felt bad. I should tell her it's all
right. I should tell her it's frightening but it's all right. And
I should tell her it's a weird kick for me, even though no man
should let others use his wife. Or get off by watching it happen.
But the only thing Joe could bring himself to say was:
"When do we do this?"
"I was thinking maybe... tomorrow night. Your Mom said they'd
take the kids. Overnight." Mary's face was hopeful; she knew she
was gushing--showing she'd kind of had it planned out--and that
could irritate Joe. "I was hoping maybe we'd spend the night at
that little motel. And come home in the morning," she finished
lamely, watching her husband's face. But Joe had put his poker face
on. He had a wariness in his eyes that she had put there.
"What did you tell them we were doing?"
"Your parents? I told them we were thinking about heading into
Chicago to see a show and do the Loop. I told them it depended on
how much running around we had to do tomorrow. I told them I'd
call her as soon as we figured out what we would do." She waited
expectantly, praying.
"Okay, Mary. Call them and tell them we need them to baby-sit
overnight. We'll do it. Okay?"
Mary felt fresh tears in her eyes. Tears of happiness that Joseph
loved her and would help her with THE URGE. She loved him so much.
"You want to go upstairs in a little while, Joe? I'd like that,"
she offered. Joe gave a rueful smile.
"No thanks, hon. I'll save it up for tomorrow. I'm pretty tired
and I've got some paperwork to go over. Rain check?"
"Rain check," Mary agreed, although she would have rather they had
gone upstairs and made love. She wanted be with him for a while.
He tossed and turned in bed that night, thinking about events to
come.
Chapter Two: The Gloryhole
And so it was that Joe and Mary Savior awoke Saturday with a
charged tension between them. The Saturday chores--the shopping,
the cleaning, the lawn, got completed in their due course, however,
the stiltedness remained between the married couple.
Mary took it upon herself to be cheerful and playful with the
children and with Joe. He responded weakly at best to her attempts
to lighten his worried mood. The children were thrilled at the
prospect at spending the night at Joe's parent's home. The videos
were already rented and Grandma Savior had already advised of the
provisions she had laid in for their arrival. By six in the
evening the kids were in the minivan and Mary had jumped into the
"Mommy seat" next to Joe; her own special provisions carried in an
overnight bag set between them.
Dropping off the children went without a hitch. Mary chatted
excitedly with Joe's Mom while Joe spoke idly with his Father,
about the gas mileage his father had coaxed out of his recreational
vehicle last summer. Joe suspected that his father was responsible
for more than a few of the traffic back-ups in northern Michigan
and Wisconsin in the summers. A regular moving roadblock. Mary
bounced out of the house. "Ready, Joe?" she asked brightly. Joe
put on his happy face.
"Let's go, hon. Dad, try not to let Mom spoil the kids, okay?"
"I can't promise you anything on that score, Joe," the older man
said solemnly, before breaking into a grin. "You two have fun.
We'll be right here when you get back."
Joe and Mary climbed back into the mini-van. "I gave your Mother
the cell phone number in case she needed to call us. I told her we
didn't know if we would spend the night in Chicago or head home,"
Mary said.
"Okay," Joe answered. "We're going to stay at that motel again?"
"I'd like to. It's more convenient."
"We bringing anyone back with us to the motel this time?"
"I... I don't know," Mary faltered. "If we do, it won't be like
last time."
They had brought a young man, a hitchhiker, back to the room to
do a special job on Mary. After the act, he showed no inclination
to leave. Joe had been overly patient with him, waiting for Mary to
rise up out of her languor. When she had finally given him a
worried look, he had given the kid the bum's rush. He didn't want
anything like that to happen again.
The time passed uneasily between them as Joe left Chicago and the
'burbs behind and they passed through Gary, Indiana and Michigan
City and finally into the farmlands and fields of Michigan. Mary
squirmed in her seat. Joe caught her out of the corner of his eye.
"Want me to slip out of these shorts for awhile, Joe?" Mary asked
timidly. Joe considered. Acts of automobile sexuality were very
rare with Mary, and he felt the resultant surge in his pants. But
he really didn't feel like playing right now. These urges always
worried him, because of the possibility of being caught and exposed.
"I'd rather just get to the motel. Maybe we'll do something
there, hon," he finally stated. Mary sat back in her seat, clearly
disappointed. Oh well.
At exit 3 of Interstate 94, they left the freeway. Out of the
corner of his eye, he saw Mary shift excitedly in her seat. Joe
turned left, recrossing the highway over the bridge and cruised
into the parking lot of the Sawyer Motel, a one-story cinderblock
motel of indeterminate age. Not recent, though. Shaped in an "L",
without pool or restaurant; advertising their air-conditioned rooms
and in-room phones. "Air-conditioned rooms" had the requisite
blue icicles hanging from each word. In-room movies. Whoopee,
thought Joe dully. Other than a Marathon gas station, the motel
was the only other building even visible from the interstate. It
always seemed to Joe that the only reason you could enter or exit
the freeway around here was so the farmers would have a way to get
on. There was nothing else around Sawyer, Michigan.
The Sawyer Motel served as a place to sleep for those travelers
who needed inexpensive accommodations for the night. Fairly close
to the backwater Michigan town of the same name, it seemed to
accommodate its fair share of locals looking for a room for their
own sexual enterprises. The place saw only light use and it always
seemed like a depressing little dump to Joe. He left Mary in the
van and headed in to get a room. Forty-two dollars later, Joe came
out with the key in his hand. Mary watched him anxiously from the
car.
"I wonder how he feels?" thought Mary. She watched his neutral
face and posture as he walked back to her. She felt giddy and hot
at the same time. She longed to rub her legs together or at least
rub her groin with her hand. The URGE was upon her, in full
effect. Joe climbed in without a word and drove about eight doors
down to number thirteen. Parking the car, they both stepped out.
Mary stretched, then grabbed her overnight bag and waited excitedly
for Joe to open the door. Joe unlocked number thirteen and they
stepped inside.
Mary made a great show of being comfortable in the spare, sparsely
furnished room, with it's old carpeting and drapes, the motel-
quality television hanging from it's ceiling bracket. Mary tossed
her night bag on the faded quilt of the double bed and walked
eagerly into the bathroom to pee. She reached under her short
skirt and peeled her panties down, then squatted over the bowl and
let her urine flow. She hated to sit down on these motel toilets.
Fear of germs or something, she figured. Hard to believe when
shortly she'd be letting strangers put their cocks into her. Lot
easier to catch disease that way, but she still shied away from
actually sitting on the toilets in these motels until she'd had a
chance to clean them. She heard Joe switch the television on. The
unmistakable drone of college football filled the small motel room.
Mary wiped her sex gently and after dropping her wadded toilet
paper into the bowl couldn't resist running a fingernail up and
down her slit. Excited, she kicked the panties off and let her
skirt fall back down. She flushed the toilet and headed out to see
Joe. It was eight o'clock in the evening, and time to leave for
the gloryhole. Time was a wastin'.
"Are you ready to go, Joe?" Mary asked her husband. Joe looked at
her. His face still a mask.
"I guess, hon."
"And the same rules?"
"Okay."
The "Rules" were pretty simple. Joe took Polaroid pictures of
Mary's activities. He would make some initial contacts with the
strangers and let them know Mary was available in her bathroom
stall. He would take his cues from her when it came to answering
questions posed by the blunt and distrustful horny men she would
service. And Mary rarely said no to a request.
Mary quietly picked up her bag of supplies and waited on Joe. He
got up off the bed and grabbed his keys and wallet. They looked at
each other uncomfortably before Joe said quietly and just a bit
kindly, "Let's go, Hon." Mary brightened in anticipation and
followed eagerly out the door.
Once more out on the road, Girls Suck Black Dick enough tape by now," she thought. "Why aren't they rushing in?"
In the van down the block, four FBI agents huddled around the row of monitors in
rapt attention.
"Wow!" enthused one. "Will you look at those tits!"
"Man, she is letting that black guy go to town. This is the funniest shit I have
ever seen," laughed another.
"Shouldn't we go in and arrest them now?" asked the youngest.
"Uh, no, not yet. Let's get a little more on tape first," said Agent Smith.
Back inside the house Terrance announced it was time for the next phase of the
examination. "Now I'm going to do the gynecological inspection," he said. Christy felt
her heart sink.
"Is that necessary?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Of course," Terrance said. "You're almost done. It's pointless to stop now."
He didn't wait for her Ok, he just pushed her back towards Sam who put both his
hands on her shoulders and held her firmly. Her back was pressed against his chest.
Terrance reached down and grasped the waist band of Christy's panties. Her eyes opened
wide with fear as Terrance yanked them down her legs and over her feet. He tossed the
panties across the room. The teddy was still fastened around her waist but it did nothing
to cover to her sparse bush. Terrance put both his hands between her thighs and forced
them apart. Christy reluctantly allowed him to spread her legs, exposing her pussy. A
smile crossed Terrance's lips when he saw that she was moist. Christy was humiliated.
"Shouldn't you wear gloves?" she asked, trying to stop his hands moving towards her
pussy.
"It's Ok, you look clean," replied Terrance, denying her reprieve. "You can continue
the breast exam Mr. Peters," he said to his partner.
Sam slid his hands down Christy's shoulders and over her large bare breasts. He began
kneading her ample flesh between his fingers. Christy tried to think of something to say to
get them to stop but nothing came to mind. Sam tweaked her nipples as Terrance knelt down,
bringing his head towards Christy's lap. Her whole body shivered when his fingers touched
her pussy. He began messaging her lips, rubbing them gently with his finger tips. Christy's
breathing quickened. She leaned back, resting on Sam's lap as he continued to squeeze her
breasts. She felt Terrance spread her pussy lips far apart and then, to her shock, he began
licking her clit. No one had ever done that to her before and she couldn't believe how great
it felt. His tongue probed deep into her, pulled out and swirled around her clit and across
her lips. She didn't want to admit it but she loved it. Christy hoped the FBI would wait just
a little longer before breaking in. She could feel the orgasm building in her womb.
Terrance slid a finger into her pussy as his tongue continued to bathe her clit. She felt
something warm and hard press against her mouth. Opening her eyes she saw it was Sam's pink
dickhead.
"How disgusting," she thought. "He couldn't really want me to take that thing into my
mouth?"
Christy moaned loudly as Terrance began pumping a second finger in and out of her moist
pussy. She tried to ignore the cock pressing against her lips. Her panting became heavier.
When her mouth opened, Sam thrust his hips forward, pushing his dick past her lips. Christy
was repulsed but she was too weak from ecstasy to fight him. She had no choice but to let him
stuff his dick in her mouth. Besides, the FBI told her to cooperate with them. Sam kept
thrusting his hips, pushing his dick in and out of her mouth. Christy was surprised to find
that it wasn't so bad, kind of like sucking a lollipop. She began wiggling her tongue along
the bottom of Sam's dick as it slid down her throat.
Christy felt a pang of disappointment when Terrance took his mouth off her pussy. She
tried to look past the dick in mouth to see why he had stopped. She saw Terrance pulling his
pants down. She couldn't believe her eyes when his huge black cock popped into view. It was
gigantic and hard as a