Message-ID: <53916asstr$1148418604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <006801c67e85$aa217f70$6501a8c0@AJAX> From: "Jack Coleman" <Jack2298@charter.net> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2900.2869 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 23 May 2006 12:26:36 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} Pathway to Here by shooter (wife voy m+ ir) Lines: 1352 Date: Tue, 23 May 2006 17:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2006/53916> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: emigabe, newsman Pathway To Here Shooter3704 My name is Roy Avery and this is a story about an extraordinary love affair. I met and fell in love with Star about two years ago, but I had no idea that she was such a sexual athlete. Star's husband died suddenly a couple years before we met. I was single because my wife decided, after twelve years of marriage, that she didn't much care for me. One day, five years ago she decided to leave and she did. While I was at work, she packed up her things, wrote me a short note, and departed. I haven't seen her since. For the first two years after my ex-wife spilt, I went into some sort of limbo. I mean I was functional, but that was about all. I own my own business and in retrospect I could see why my wife left me. I had became a workaholic, neglecting everything and everyone except my work. It wasn't all my fault, but that's beside the point. After giving me a wake-up call by her leaving, I changed. It was not in time to save the marriage, but hopefully it was in time to save me. I started letting my employees have more responsibilities while I backed off. That move proved to be a good thing for the business. They worked harder and made all of us more money. My ex came from a wealthy family and had no need for my money so she made no demands on me except my signature on the divorce papers. Even thought I offered a fair settlement she wanted none of it, so I was left in good financial shape. So at forty I started dating again. The dating game wasn't much fun, even though I didn't have any problem getting dates. They came in droves. I'm not bragging, but I'm pretty good looking and after the divorce I wised up and got in shape and started living healthy. I even stopped smoking. I met Star at a party I attended that some mutual friends invited both of us to. I only went out of a sense of obligation and I didn't take a date. My plan was to make an appearance and leave as quickly as I could without being impolite. I found out later Star was there because she didn't know how to get out of it graciously. Our hosts had to practically run us off that night. We spent the entire evening talking. I found out that Star was thirty-five and a professor with tenure at the university. She and her husband were childless because she couldn't have children. Besides having a killer body and a beautiful face, Star was witty. She was also intelligent without flaunting it. That night was a turning point in my life as well as hers. Not being sure what the proper protocol was, I called her the very next day and made a dinner date. We were more like teenagers than mature adults. Literally, we couldn't keep our hands to ourselves. We managed to hold off sleeping together until the third date, but barely. The first time I saw her naked I was in awl of her body. Perfectly formed breasts with large areolas and long suckable nipples that proved to be super sensitive. If I hadn't already been in love, I would have fallen hard at the sight of her. Star was a sexual dynamo. She gave as good or better then she got. She was totally responsive to any advance I made. As befitting a college professor, Star, has a great vocabulary, but in the bedroom or where ever we were fucking, her vocabulary turned into the rankest kind of talk. Over the next couple of months she showed me just how sensual she really was. There was nothing about sex she didn't enter into with gusto. Oral sex, both giving and receiving, anal sex, or any position two people can manage, she was ready, willing, and very able. Star had sold the house she and her husband owned and when I met her she was living in a condo near the campus. I had kept the house after my ex moved out. It was way too big for just one person, but I didn't want to leave it. I liked the pool and the private backyard. I didn't care for yard work so I contracted that chore out. When I suggested that Star move in with me, she agreed after a while, and sublet her condo. Living with Star was all together different from living with the ex. It was easy and it was comfortable. I soon discovered that Star was a nudist. Not that she wanted to go to camps or anything like that. She just didn't wear clothing around the house. She was proud of her body and had every right to be. When spring arrived and the weather warmed she took her nudity outdoors. That was when things got interesting. Star was swimming in the nude when the lawn service came to mow the backyard. Not only did the two men get to see all of her charms, Star actually put a show on for them. I saw most of it from the upstairs window. At first it pissed me off, but that didn't last very long. After a few minutes of watching Star pose for the mowers it became funny then it became something else entirely. I realized that watching Star show-off for the mowers was turning me on, big time. The two guys, both Mexicans, couldn't hardly mow without cutting things down that shouldn't be. One almost ran his machine into the pool. The normal half hour job took nearly an hour because of the distraction Star caused. I watched until they finally had to leave. "That was some show you put on," I said to Star joining her by the pool. I startled her because she thought I was still playing golf. I cut it short after eighteen holes because it got too hot for some of my foursome. "You scared the hell out of me," she said with a laugh. "I didn't know you were home yet." "Yeah, I was playing with a bunch of wimps. I'm going to have to replace the shrubs the mower cut down, I guess." "That was naughty of me, wasn't it?" she said with an embarrassed chuckle. "How long were you watching?" "I saw most of the Star show," I said sitting beside her on the lounge chair. "They'll be talking about this day for a long time." I gently caressed her breast and marveled at how her long nipples sprang to attention. "You're not upset?" she asked looking at me. "No, I like to look at you so why shouldn't other men? Have you always been a tease?" "Who said I was teasing?" she asked putting her fingers over mine and squeezing her nipple. "Maybe it was an invitation." I removed our fingers from her nipple and bit her nipple causing her to gasp. I put my hand between her legs and could feel her wetness. Showing the Mexicans her naked body had really turned her on. "Roy, I want you to fuck me right here," she said. "What if José and whoever comes back to get another view?' I asked teasing her. "Then they'll get to see you and I fucking," she said tugging at my belt. "Hurry up and get your dick in me." Of course I complied. *** Star and I hadn't talked much about her husband. I knew he died suddenly of a massive heart attack, but I didn't know much more than that. I was curious about what kind of sex life they had so a few days after the Mexican incident I asked her. We were just getting into bed. "Bill and I had a good sex life," she told me. "We did it all. We both were adventurous in the bedroom. Bill traveled a lot with his lectures and I went with him when I could. He liked for me to dress provocatively when we went out. Since I'm somewhat of an exhibitionist, I was happy to do so when we were away from family and the collage crowd. He liked to show me off and I liked to show off so it worked for us." "Just show you off?" "Roy, how candid do you want me to be? I will tell you anything you want to know, just be warned." How much did I want to know? It was a good question and I gave it careful consideration. "Everything," I said. "I want to know everything about you." Star looked at me a few moments before she finally nodded and started telling me the story. *** First and foremost you have to know that Bill and I loved one another. We married while I was still in college and Bill was a professor. Bill never lied to me about his kinky side. I knew about it going in and I was fine with it. Bill was a devoted voyeur. At first it was his spying on me through the bedroom window. Of course I knew he was out there in the dark watching me undress or watching me get dressed and I would put on a show for him. We had only been married a few months when he invited a fellow professor to watch me. I didn't know there were other eyes watching for some time. At least a couple of months. When he told me about it I was really upset, but the exhibitionist in me prevailed. At first I was pretty tame with what I was doing, but after a while and at Bills urging I got a bit more provocative. I would masturbate for the watchers. Bill bought a big black dildo for me to use. I had a special chair that faced the window and I would used the dildo on me. The fact that I had no idea who was watching besides Bill was a real thrill. After a few months of that Bill started scripting my performance, as he like to call it. He would pick out the things I would wear and take off, or put on. That peeking in the window thing lasted three or four months before Bill started bringing the guys inside to watch me. It was a little strange, but I got used to it and the sex afterward was always great. The biggest problem I had was the men, the watching eyes, now had a face. Some I knew or had seen around school. Some were complete strangers to me. At first that all that happened. I did a strip tease and sometimes, depending on Bill's mood, would used the dildo on myself. Then came to touching and the feeling. I didn't resist and went along with it. Sometimes Bill would bring me to where the men were and have me sit on their lap or bend down so they could feel me. I suppose there is a natural progression to these things. When Bill asked me to give one of the guys a blow-job, I told him no. He pouted for a few days and I relented and gave his friend a blow-job one night. The blow-jobs progressed into actual intercourse and it wasn't long before there was more than one man to satisfy. The first threesome was Bill and a older history professor. Dan Rivers was his name and I was taking one of his courses at the time. Bill brought him home early one afternoon. "Star, we have a guest," Bill called when he came in. I was in the bedroom and I knew what that meant. As always, I felt a tingle of excitement as I got into a teddy and a robe. Bill and Dan were in our small living room. Dan had not fucked me, but he had been a frequent visitor for the shows. He smiled at me when I came in. Dan and Bill had a glass of wine and I saw that Bill had poured me one. I got the wine and sat down across from where they were sitting. I let the robe fall open to give Dan a good look at my legs almost up to my pussy. "I've said it before and I'll say it again," the old professor said. "You have a very pretty wife, Bill." "I agree whole-heartily," Bill said proudly. We made small talk until the wine was gone then Bill suggested I come and set between them on the couch. I did. This wasn't anything new and by then we were getting good at it. Bill untied the robe and opened it up for Dan to see the teddy. "Feel these tits," Bill said, running his hand inside the teddy top. Dan did take a long lingering feel of my boob. Having two different hands on my breasts was always a thrill to me. I could feel myself getting even wetter. Bill unsnapped the teddy between my legs and pulled it up out of the way. Then there were two sets of fingers on and in my pussy. "Are you ready, Star?" Bill whispered in my ear. I nodded. Boy, was I ready! They had me steaming. The fact that Bill was playing with me was unusual because he usually let the other man have complete free rein with me and he waited until we were alone to fuck me. Bill pulled me to my feet and took the disheveled teddy completely off of me. He told Dan to come on and Bill led me to the bedroom. There they proceeded to fuck me. One at a time, then they both took me. That was my first double penetration ever. After Dan left, Bill fucked me again. *** "Now you know what a slut I really am," Star said seriously. "Should I leave?" "Leave? Hell no! At least not until you take care of this boner you caused," I said showing her the hard-on I had developed listening to her tell the story. "Oh wow, that is a nice one, Roy," she said scooching around and taking my hard cock in her hot mouth. She sucked me until I was almost ready to shoot-off and she stopped. She always knew the exact moment to stop. Sometimes she let me cum in her mouth. That always seemed to tickle her. She would roll my cum around in her mouth for a long time before she finally swallowed it. "I want you in me, Roy," she said her eyes sparkling bright. "Fuck me and fuck me hard, please." I was in her in a flash, sinking my cock to my balls in one move. As always it was a glorious fuck. "God! That was good," Star said a little breathlessly when I filled her pussy with my cum. "Just what the doctor ordered." We lay still for a while just enjoying the after-effects of a nice fuck. "So," I said after the quiet got too heavy. "You and your husband were swingers?" "No, I wouldn't put it exactly like that," she said after a moments thought. "Swinging usually implies that both mates fuck other people. As far as I know, Bill never did that. He shared me with other men.a lot of other men, but he didn't avail himself of other women." "Is that unusual?" I asked. "Maybe, but I don't know. Everybody has a kink in their make-up somewhere. Some suppress it and some relish it. Bill, as I said, was a voyeur. He got off watching me fuck other men. I understand that isn't uncommon." "Was there ever any problems?" "Not many," Star answered. "As long as Bill felt he was in charge there wasn't any problems. If some guy got possessive or whatever, Bill wouldn't use him again. Because academia is a close knit community we had to be careful. Most of the men Bill brought home for me were married men with something to lose if they blabbed. A lot of the times were off on one of Bill's lecture trips or vacation. That sort of thing." She rolled over to look at me. "Roy, are you all right with this?" "Yes, I am," I answered her honestly. "If my wife had been more like you I think things would have been different with us. I tried to get her involved with extramarital sex, but she wasn't interested at all. I wanted a hot wife and got a cold fish, so I used my energy at work to compensate." "She didn't like sex?" "No, not much," I said. "The basic missionary position once a week was all she was interested in. I even thought a few times about setting her up for a rape." "I'm glad you didn't do that," Star said seriously. "No woman should ever be subjected to rape. Sex, if it isn't consensual, is just wrong. Bill sometimes would set up a gang-bang for me and we'd play like it was rape. That was okay, because we all knew it wasn't really rape." "Gang-bangs? How many men did you take?" "It varied. As few as four or five and once there were twelve, not counting Bill." "Did you like it?" "Yes," she answered slowly. "Mostly I did. To tell the truth twelve was too many and I got too tired to really enjoy the last part. Five or six is about right. Oh my God, you're hard again! What has you so jazzed up?" "Talking and thinking about you being gang fucked," I answered. "I would like to see that." "Then so you shall," she said, stroking my stiffened cock. "So you shall." "Jack me off while you tell me some more about you and Bill," I said. "Not tonight, dear, but I will take care of this problem for you. How about a half jack and half suck and you give me a mouthful of sweet cum?" I had no objections. *** Needless to say I spent a lot of time thinking about Star's.unusual married lifestyle. I wanted more than anything to see her fucking and being fucked by other men. I couldn't get the idea out of my head. Frankly, I didn't try. On Saturday morning Star and I were sunbathing by the pool. Star was naked and I wore a pair of trunks. A sunburned dick isn't going to do anybody any good and would hurt. "Star, what's the kinkiest thing you ever did? I mean you and Bill." "Before I answer, do you have any race hang-ups?" she said after a moment's thought. I told her I didn't think so. *** Then it would have to be the time a couple of years before Bill died. We were in the islands for a vacation. I had just started teaching and we both managed to get a couple weeks off at the same time. We planned to go alone, but as it turned out Bill's sister invited herself. Karen is about my age, maybe a year or so younger. I was devastated because I thought she would crimp our style. I was really looking forward to some strange cock. Bill didn't say anything about it, but I knew he was disappointed. Karen is a nice person and under any other situation I would welcome her company. She's got a nice personality and a pretty face and just a little bit heavy. Not fat, but she carries about twenty pounds too much weight. Her boobs are whoppers. Forty-four G. Karen had just broken up with her boyfriend so I put on a stiff upper lip and told her how happy we were that she was going with us. I had never seen Karen in a bathing suit before and in spite of the extra weight she turned some heads on the beach. I swear her top looked like it would burst open any minute. On the third day we chartered a sailboat and went to another island. This was a secluded place and not many people even knew about it. Nudity on the beach was the rule and I always obey the rules. At least that one. Karen wasn't too sure about being naked in front of people, but with a little teasing I got her to take off her swim suit. You would think knockers that big would hang down to her waist, but they didn't. Her boobs were like two huge beach balls and they just sat there on her chest with hardly any sag at all. Even her brother, Bill, was impressed. Needless to say there was a constant parade of men coming by our spot on the beach. It seemed that every man on the island wanted to see the tits that defied gravity. Most of the hotel staff were natives of the islands and ranged in hue from a light coffee color to pitch black. Most of the workers came from a small village on the other side of the island. We rented a cabana for Bill and me and another one for Karen. They were side by side so she wouldn't feel isolated, but it was too close to engage in our favorite pastime. One morning Karen and I went exploring. We walked along the beach, nude except for sandals and beach hats. We found ourselves in a nice secluded cove and no one even in sight. Or so we thought. Karen and I swam out a little ways and suddenly there were two heads beside us in the water. There were two men snorkeling for lobsters. After we got over our surprise, we laughed and swan back to the beach. The two men, actually more like boys couldn't believe their good luck to be in the company of two naked white women. In an effort to make us feel less self-conscious they took off their swim suits. I couldn't believe what one of them was packing. His cock had to be at least nine inches long and as big around as a Coke can. The other guy wouldn't have looked small except in comparison. He was at least six or seven inches. Neither was completely hard, either. Apparently Karen was having trouble believing the size of Sam, also. We lay on the warm sand and they joined us. Karen couldn't take her eyes off that gorgeous piece of black meat. The smaller guy called himself Jack. Sam was much darker than Jack. Finally I had to ask Sam if his cock got any bigger. Karen nearly shit when I did. Sam just grinned and said a little bit when it was hard. "Karen," I said. "Make him hard and let's see how big it gets." She stared at me in disbelief until I took her hand and put it on Sam's cock. "Stroke it Karen," I told her. She did and his ebony cock got bigger and stiffer. Suddenly I just had to see Sam use that big cock on my sister-in-law. I wanted desperately to see Karen fucking that piece of dark meat. While Karen stroked Sam's cock stared at her wondrous tits. I couldn't stand it so I took one of his hands and I put it on Karen's tit. "What are you doing, Star?" She asked me with a trembling voice. "He's too shy to feel your boob so I'm helping him," I answered. "See what he tastes like," I told her. "Suck his cock." "I can't do that," she said with a choking laugh. Her nipples were rigid and she was shaking. "Do you want to fuck her, Sam?' I asked the man. He nodded eagerly. I pushed Karen back on the towel and pulled her legs apart. "Fuck her," I commanded. "Stick that cock in her and fuck the shit out of her." Sam didn't need to be told twice. He got between her legs and out the tip of his magnificent cock to her love box. Jack came toward me and I shook my head. Bill and I had an agreement that he would always be present when I had sex, and he was miles away. I told Jack to go give his cock to Karen. Just as Sam shoved his cock in her cunt, Jack put his cock to her lips. Poor Karen had a look of pure panic on her face for a moment, but it was quickly replaced by a look of animal lust. Karen had a hard black cock at each end. The two guys swapped places once and after about twenty minutes of constant fucking and sucking I was beginning to wonder if those two guys were going to ever stop fucking her. Sam was the first to cum in her. He pulled out and Jack jumped in and finished in her pussy. Before the two men left I told them where we were staying because I wanted at least one or both of them for myself. Watching them had made me as horny as I had ever been in my life. I was burning up. I had to practically carry Karen to the water. There was cum on the towel, cum on the sand, and cum running down both of her legs. It was nearly noon when I managed to get her back to our cabanas. When I told Bill about our adventure he couldn't believe his baby sister had sex. You men are so dumb sometimes. Women have sex. Mothers, sisters, aunts, and wives, so get over it. Sam and Jack didn't come that night. I was disappointed, but I think Karen needed the rest. That had fucked her good and proper. She didn't have much to say at dinner, but she kept glancing at me wondering if I was going to mention it in front of her brother. She didn't know I had already told him. The next morning while Bill played tennis with some guy he met Karen and I went back down the beach. We didn't make it all the way to the cove because Jack and Sam met us about half way there. "Hey, there they are," I said to Karen when I recognized them. "Are you ready for some more fucking?" She didn't answer but we both knew why we were out walking. She mentioned something about sand in her pussy so when the guys came closer I invited them back to the hotel cabana. I had to agree with Karen. Fucking on the beach can be abrasive. Yeah, that's a pun. They both took Karen again. Maybe it was because we were inside the cabana but she sounded louder to me. She really got vocal when they fucked her ass. Especially Sam with his big cock. I let them use some of my anal lube to make it easier. I told the guys to double fuck her and when they did Karen went totally silent except for a few whimpers and a moan or two. Her eyes turned glassy and she was breathing in deep gasps. Her massive tits were gyrating wildly. I grabbed her big tits and held them for a while, but I was just in the way so I stopped. There was something odd about me holding her breasts, too. I wasn't sure what I felt about touching another woman in that situation. Sam had the larger cock, but Jack had the staying power. After Sam had filled Karen with his cum, Jack kept plunging in and out of her for another ten minutes before he came. After about an hour they got dressed and left saying they would be back later that afternoon. Karen lay still in silence for about twenty minutes. Her pussy and ass were gaping open and cum leaked out of both holes. My sister-in-law was one well fucked woman. When she started to stir I helped her up, helped her to her cabana, and into the shower. The cool water seemed to revive her and after a while she helped me wash the semen off of her. I brought two of my disposal douches and cleaned her ass and pussy out. "Were they your first black men?" I asked her. She nodded. "Will they be your last?" She smiled and shook her head. "I doubt it," she said. "Wow! That was something." She looked at me for a moment. "Why did you do that? What on earth do you think of me? This behavior is so out of character for me." "You seemed like you needed a good fuck," I said. "It doesn't matter what I think of you, Karen. It was a good fuck wasn't it?" "Oh hell yes!" she said. "I passed out for a moment. I had more orgasms in.however long it was then.Hey, I'm starved." Since clothing is required in the hotel dining room we put on shorts and tops to go eat. We were joined by Bill. "What have you girls been up to this morning?" he asked when we were seated. "Karen was fucked by two black studs and I watched," I answered him. Karen's mouth flew open and she turned a dark red. "Really?" Bill said looking a little uncomfortable himself. "Just watched, you say?" "Well no, not just watched," I admitted. I had to laugh at the shocked expression on Karen's face. "I got myself off a couple of times. It was wild, Bill. You should have see it. They were on her like stink on shit." "Star!" Karen found her voice. "Please shut up!" He started to get up from the table. I took her hand. "Relax, Karen," I said. "So you got some strange. That's nothing to get out of shape about. Sit still and eat your lunch. You'll need your strength for this afternoon. They're coming back, remember?" "I will need to meet these despoilers of my sister," Bill said. "When are they returning?" "I don't know. Sometime this afternoon," I answered. Karen ducked her head and got extremely interested in her plate. She was still blushing. Later, after lunch, Bill and I went for a sail. Neither of us were very good, but we had fun trying. We returned the boat about three o'clock. There was no sign of Karen on the beach so I went to look for her. I found her and the two islanders. They all were busy in her cabana. I went and got Bill because I knew he wanted to watch. Karen didn't notice Bill and I for a long time, because she was busy getting fucked by two men while a third man watched and waited his turn at her. The new guy was older and heavier but the cock he was stroking was a fine piece of work. At least as big as Sam's. "Hello," I said to the stranger. "I'm Star. Who are you?" "Teko," he grunted looking at me carefully. Now that Bill was with us, I didn't have any need to stand back and let Karen have all the fun. "Well, Teko," I said advancing on him. "It appears they are going to be a while. Can I entertain you while you wait?" I don't think he understood a word I said, but my meaning was clear to him. He grinned and stepped forward to meet me. The next thing I knew I was on my back on the rug by the bed where Karen and her friends were. It was a good thing I was moist because Teko apparently didn't believe in foreplay. Teko rammed his massive cock in me and started hunching like there was no tomorrow. It only took a couple of thrusts and I came. I was only vaguely aware that Karen was being fucked on the bed above me and that Bill was leaning down close to see Teko's cock fucking my pussy. I did notice he was having some difficulty dividing his attention between me and Teko, and Karen and her two studs. It must have been a voyeurs' dream come true. It didn't take the big man very long to dump a load of hot scalding cum in me, but he wasn't through fucking by any means. Jack had pulled out of Karen and Teko took his place in Karen's cunt while Sam plowed her ass. Jack saw that as an opportunity to jump me and I welcomed him with open legs. The orgy continued until after nightfall. The three men left us all completely satisfied, including Bill who finished in me while Karen slept beside us on the bed. *** "I guess that was the wildest thing I ever did," Star said. "I turned my sister-in-law into a raging slut in just a few days. How did you like that story?" "I liked it just fine," I answered. "What happened to Karen?" "Oh, I still see her from time to time. She lives in Chicago. She's a high school teacher now. Last I heard she had three or four boyfriends and all are black." "When am I going to meet her?" I asked. "She sounds like someone I'd like to know." "Yeah, I'll just bet you would," Star said laughing. "Maybe she'll come visit this summer." "Did your husband ever .ah, do anything with Karen?" "Oh hell no! Bill was much too straight-laced to commit incest." "Did you and Karen ever get it on?" "No, not exactly," Star said. "I told you about holding her boobs while she was getting fucked. The only other time I even came close was after Bill died and Karen came to see me. One night we both had a lot to drink and slept naked together. A little boob play was all we managed before we both passed out. I got the feeling Karen would have been all right with it if it had happened." "Did you ever make it with a woman?" I asked Star. She nodded and launched another story. *** Yes, lots of times. The first time was with the wife of one of Bill's professor friends. They had a small gathering at their home. It was between Christmas and New Years. There were a half dozen or so couples there. It was a little awkward for me because John, that was his name, had been to our house a couple of times. In fact he was one of the first window watchers and later he fucked me and still later he and another man double fucked me. I had not met his wife Sherri until that night. "Thank you for coming, Star," Sherri said to me. We were alone in her kitchen. Sherri was about forty years old, but very attractive. Short and compact with carefully bleached-blonde hair. "Thank you for inviting us," I replied. I was looking for a way to escape for fear my expression would give the secret away. I'm a terrible poker player, too. "I've heard so much about you I felt like I already knew you," she said. When I didn't respond she said, "Don't you want to know what I've heard?" I didn't, but I told her I did just to be polite. "I heard you show the boys a good time," Sherri said. She was facing me from the other side of the counter. She didn't seemed to be angry, but I got ready to run in case I was wrong. I didn't know how to respond. "John speaks highly of you." She laughed at the shocked expression on my face. The one I couldn't hide. "Oh come on Star. John told me all about you and Bill and the games you play. John and I don't keep secrets, dear. If anything I'm jealous. You are a delightfully beautiful woman." I didn't know how to respond to her obvious flattery. "What is it worth for me to keep my mouth shut?" "Huh? I.I.What do you mean?" I stammered. "Just what I said," she replied with a smile. "I hear you have a great pussy and I want some of it. You do what I say and I tell no one about your.activities. What do you say, Star? Your pussy and my silence." "I'm sorry," I said still grasping for words. "Sherri.I'm not gay." "That's fine dear. Neither am I. I'm bisexual and occasionally I want to experience the softer sex. Why don't you talk it over with Bill and I'll call you tomorrow for your answer. Have a great time, Star." I was almost beside myself. I couldn't wait to talk to Bill so I pulled him away from a deep discussion he was engaged in and out the door. In the car I told him what Sherri had said. "I doubt she would tell anyone," Bill said after thinking about it for a while. "John has as much to lose as we do. On the other hand maybe you should tell her you are agreeable. Invite her to the house tomorrow night." "Are you kidding me?" I demanded. "Bill, she wants to have sex with me!" "Yes, she does," Bill said calmly. "So have sex with her. I think you'll enjoy the experience." I was speechless, but Bill was adamant. The next day I called Sherri and told her I was agreeable and told her to come to my house that night at seven. "I'll be there," she said with a merry laugh. "I suppose Bill is going to watch and that's fine. I'll bring John so he can watch also. Maybe you can fuck him while we are at it." By that time I was used to having sex with other men, but just thinking about a woman caused my stomach to feel all fluttery. By the time Sherri and John arrived I was a jumble of ragged nerves. Sherri and John arrived on time. I heard Bill invite them in from my hiding place in the back bedroom. This happened before we bought the big house and we were still in the small house near campus. I suppose my fear was because of the element of an unknown value. It was irrational and I knew it, but it was real never the less. The idea of having sex with a woman didn't make me sick or anything like that. I think it may have been the idea of turning a corner. Venturing out into uncharted waters. I took another big hit from the pot I had been smoking. That illegal green plant material was everywhere on the campus in those days. Students, professors, and staff all used pot among other things. I didn't used anything illegal except pot. "There's my Star," Sherri said from the door of the bedroom. She was still wearing her long coat. "Why are you hiding your sweet honey-pot back here?" She strolled confidently into the room, took the pot from me and took a long deep puff. She leaned down and put her mouth over mine and shot-gunned the arid smoke into my lungs. Sherri did that a couple of times and it wasn't long before my head was buzzing. She put the roach into an ashtray. Sherri stool up and unbuttoned her coat. She was completely naked under it. I remember studying her body in a detached sort of way. Her breasts were large. Probably a thirty-eight C with large areolas and large nipples. Not as long as my nipples, but longer than normal I guess. She had a nice tight figure with only a very slight tummy bulge. Her pubic hair was trimmed to only a small patch of close cropped hair about her pussy. While I looked at her, she changed her stance and widened her legs and pushed her mid-section outward giving me a good look at her pussy. She used both hands to spread her labia and I could see her clitoris proudly displayed. It was the largest clit I had ever seen, before or since. It stuck out nearly three quarters of an inch. Almost like a little penis. "I've shown you mine," Sheri said with a big smile. "Now show me yours." She motioned me to rise, so I did. I was only wearing a velour robe with nothing on underneath. Sherri didn't wait for me to untie the belt, she did if for me and pulled the robe off after she did. "Great nips," she observed caressing both of my nipples. Naturally they sprang to attention. She took one hard nipple between her teeth and bit me, but not hard enough to hurt. Her fingers found their way between my legs to my clitoris. She rubbed it hard for a few moments before plunging a finger in me. Suddenly any reservations I had about girl-girl sex vanished. I was hers for the taking and she knew the exact moment it happened. She pushed me backward to the bed and shoved me roughly down onto it. She shoved my legs apart and put her face to my crotch, her tongue found my clit and she started to make love to my pussy. She had me in a mind shattering climax in just a few minutes. I had been ate by a lot of men, but Sherri was the best cunt-lapper by far. When she reversed into a sixty-nine position and swung her legs over me so that her pussy was over my face it seemed natural for me to give as good as I was receiving. In all honestly, her pussy tasted good and I didn't mind at all. I'm not sure when Bill and John came into the room. I became aware when I felt the bed move and saw a cock and hairy balls above me. The cock was hard and going into the pussy I was licking. The balls fells across my face and I couldn't see. The equipment didn't look like Bill's so I assumed it was John who was fucking Sherri. That was confirmed after the switch. It was Bill's turn to fuck me while Sherri ate me. That was the wildest sensation I had ever felt in my life. After Bill shot-off in me, Sherri sucked and licked every drop of his cum from me. When John fucked Sherri I ate his cum out of her. Sherri and John stayed all night and we were in some sort of combination all night long. I discovered that I liked for a woman to eat me. I also discovered that I didn't mind returning the favor. I also discovered that no matter how good sex with another woman was, it wouldn't ever take the place of a good hard dick. *** I thought about Star and other women for several days. I had a constant hard-on. While I loved her stories I wanted to live some of the experiences. I had one major problem. I had no idea where to find other players. Oh yeah, I was sure there were men on every street corner that would love to fuck my woman. My problem was how to find some stud or studs that I felt comfortable with. Men who would keep their mouths shut. For both Stat's sake and mine. One night after a wild fuck session I asked Star where Bill found men. "Strangers are best," she said. "Strangers or men who have as much to lose as we do. As careful as Bill was we had a few problems over the years. One guy thought he was in love with me and told his wife he wanted a divorce. We managed to convince his wife that he was delusional and that he needed professional help. One time several years ago, we used a man who thought I should be his sex slave. He insisted that I go with him and it took a couple of big football players, Bill hired, to convince him the error in his thinking. There is always a chance that something will go wrong. Close friends could be a big mistake." "I guess," I said. "I've been racking my brain, but so far nothing had shown up in it. So, in all the time you and Bill were together you never went out on your own?" "Hardly ever," Star said. "It was Bill's thing so I usually made sure he was included." "hardly and usually?" I said. "But not always?" "Once when Bill was in the hospital, I got a little edgy and invited a guy home with me. Bill had some stints put in and he was out of commission for a few weeks. There was an African exchange student named Jumkilo something. I'm not even sure I ever knew his last name." *** One day I was at the student center for some reason. I stopped in at the coffee shop to get a dose of caffeine. I had been at the hospital most of the night before with Bill and I was fading fast. I got my coffee and found a table. I had been teaching for a couple of years and had just gotten tenure. "May I join you, Professor?" a male voice said. I looked up to see a beautiful black man. He was beautiful in spite of the fact most men wouldn't fit into that category. I didn't remember his name, but I recognized him from one of my classes so I told him he could sit down. For the most part, Bill and I stayed away from involving students in our fun and games. For several reasons, but mainly because most of them were single and single men talk to other men. This meeting happened near the end of the school year. "You look weary, Professor," he said. He had a delightful accent, but spoke English very well. I told him that my husband was in the hospital and that I had spent most of the night there. "I certainly hope he will have a full and speedy recovery," he said. I covertly studied his face. The deep mahogany skin on his face was flawless. His eyes were like deep pools of coffee with golden flecks .He had broad cheekbones and full thick lips. He kept his hair cut short. I could see where at one time he had worn earrings in both ears. His face was unblemished, but there was a small tattoo on his neck near the collar. He caught me looking at it. "A tribal mark," he said giving me a wide smile. He turned so that I could see it better. The tattoo was a symbol of some design but I could make it out. "It's a male symbol," Jumkilo answered when I asked. When he told me I could see it. The perfect drawing of a small cock. I asked him what it signified and he ducked his head and laughed. "That I'm a man of men. Only the most virile of men who have proved themselves get the mark. "How does one prove themselves?" I asked. I wasn't as tired as I had been. The coffee and the stimulating conversation had revived me. "A candidate must mate with five women, one after another," he said. "The women then vote yes, a man or no, he is not a man. All the women must agree and no man get's a second opportunity. In all modesty, I must inform you that not many men wear this mark." Anthropology, the study of origin and physical, social, and cultural development and behavior of humans is my field and his story interested me from an academic point of view. Oh sure, I was also interested from a female view, too. Jumkilo was a big fellow. Six-two or three and about two hundred fifty pounds and there didn't appear to be much body fat on him. It didn't take much imagination to envision that it would take a pretty good man to gratify five women and get them satisfied enough to vote for him. I felt the moisture beginning to form. "I would think not," I said. "Not many men could pass that test." "I practiced a lot," he said with a smile. "I was thinking I might write a paper on the customs of my tribe. What do you think, Professor?" "I think it would be interesting," I said. "I would like to discuss it in more detail. Could you come to my house this evening?" He readily agreed and soon left me. I wanted to be rested for the meeting and I went home to take a nap. Before Jumkilo arrived I bathed and dressed. It was not the normal dress a teacher should meet with a student wearing. I wore a simple sundress that buttoned up the front. I was wearing no underwear. I wasn't sure where the meeting would go, but I wanted to be ready. I must have been sending out signals like mad, because there was no doubt in Jumkilo's mind the reason he was there. He knew he was at my house to fuck me and he wasted no time. I offered him some beer and he accepted it. He had me naked before the beer was half gone. He simply waked up to me and unbuttoned my dress. He seemed to be especially captivated by my white breasts because he spent a lot of play time with them. "Would you like to see my cock?" he asked me. Not trusting my voice, I nodded and he displayed a monstrous cock. Ten and a quarter inches long and six inches in circumference . I know, because I measured his cock. I had to know the exact size. When he put his cock in me it took a while to get all of it in. He was gently which was fortunate for me. That thing could have caused serious injury. I had never felt so full in my life. An hour later I had no doubt he earned his title of a man among men. Jumkilo fucked me steadily the whole hour. He came in buckets and just kept on fucking. I was nearly delirious with passion. I climaxed dozens of times and lost count. He took me on my back, on my knees, and with me on top of him. I loved it in every position. Sucking his big cock was a problem because my jaw would cramp after a short while. Being blown wasn't a big thing for him which was lucky for me. He stayed with me all night and most of that time he fucked me. Before Jumkilo left me, I asked him where I should send my ballot. He was defiantly a man among men. *** "Was that the only time you fucked him?" I asked. "No, I did him three more times. Once again while Bill was in the hospital and twice after He came home. With Jumkilo we didn't need a gang for a bang. He was a one man gang-bang. Sadly it all came to an end when Jumkilo was called home for some emergency. I never saw him again. I was inconsolable and cried for three days after he left." I wasn't so stupid as to ask how I compared to Jumkilo. I know damned well I couldn't satisfy five women. I did good to take care of one. Star and I got married a couple months later. It was a smallish wedding with just a few close friends attending. Karen came down for the wedding , but that's a story in itself . I'm still looking for some guys to service Star. In the meanwhile I'm fairly content just to hear about her former life. Sometimes I think about how I got here to this time.this place, with this woman. Of all the choices in paths I'm happy I found this pathway. I think my lucky Star. 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