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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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