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Subject: {ASSM} Is She or Isn't She?  Parts One thru Five
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Is She or Isn't She?  Part One
Copyright Deni Wom 2004

He stood there, mouth open, frozen in the thundering realization that
what he was looking at had enormous implications.  He was stark naked,
his towel in his hand after taking a rejuvenating hot shower.  But his
eyes could not leave the tiny filmy fabric lying there in the clothes
hamper.  His beloved wife's new pink thong lay there, right on top of
the rest of the clothes, it lay there.

He blinked.  It didn't work, the panties were still there.

Was that really what he thought it was?  It looked like a thick creamy
goo.  Part of it had soaked into the part of her underwear that
covered her sweet precious opening.  Did women secrete stuff like
that?  He knew they didn't, but he was hoping against hope that he
could find an answer that was other than his worst fears.  He was more
than willing to grasp at straws right now.  Anything but that.

God, there was a lot of it.

He reached down, hand shaking, and extended one finger.  God, it was
still wet.  Not the least bit crusty or dried.  God.  Had to be just
before she left work.  How long had she been home anyway.  He could
not remember.  His mind was reeling.

It was lying there, with the crotch panel fully visible, like it was
waiting for him to open the hamper and discover it.  Discover the
panties with all their wetness and profound implications.  They seemed
to be lying there screaming at him "Look at me!  Look at me you silly
trusting man!  Look at me and all my goo!  Guess what this stuff is!
Guess where we came from?  Look at us, full of his goo!"

Again he reached down and touched the still soggy fabric.  His finger
traced the edge of the crotch panel, thinking deeply about what this
meant.......to them.  His beautiful sexy beloved wife.  Only married for
five years, oh god, I have to get her an anniversary present he
thought crazily as his eyes were riveted to the messy wetness lying
there.  He brought the silky sexy panties to his nose.  No question
about it, he realized.  Definitely cum.  Definitely the ones he had
bought her last month in hopes of pleasing her, too.  Part of a set,
he remembered.  Yes, there was the sheer bra that had been a part of
the perfect sexy erotic lingerie set.  Holding the panties in one
hand, he dropped his towel and picked up the thin flimsy bra.
Bringing it to his nose, he could smell her perfume, and also the
distinct fresh musk of a man's cum.  Looking at the full lush cups
that had held her firm proud globes, he could see the forming stains
left from the presence of some other male's liquids.

Or could it have been his?  Had they made love last night.  He
involuntarily shook his head, because there was no question , they had
not made love in over a week, maybe longer he realized.    With a
sinking sensation, her realized  he could not remember the last time
they had made love.

The very thought of making love to her caused his cock to twitch and
begin to fill with his love for her.  Besides, he realized, there was
way too much cum in her panties and bra to have been his.  My god, he
never produced even a tenth of what was trapped there on the thin lace-
framed fabric.  And this was just what had drained out, there was
probably a lot still left inside her.  'Oh GOD!  Baby, what have you
done?' his mind fumed in bitter uncertain pain.

He realized he had both her bra and panties pressed against his face,
oblivious to the copious cum that was transferring onto his skin.

"Do you make a habit of smelling the crotch of my panties honey?"  He
turned to look at his beloved wife just as he realized his hardening
cock was beginning to pulse.  His face flushed in shame at his
involuntary response to his discovery, but his heart felt like it had
broken into a thousand pieces.


Is She or Isn't She?  Part Two
Copyright Deni Wom 2004

The tears running from his eyes were wetting the sheer fabric he held
in his hands, held against his tear stained cheeks.  His eyes sought
hers, but his tongue could not speak.  His lower lip trembled, just
like his cock was trembling.  He vaguely realized it was so hard it
was aching.

She gracefully moved the two steps between them and put her hand on
his.  Slowly she pulled it away from his wet cheeks.  Her lips came
gliding in slow motion toward his, and she kissed him, pressing her
tongue against his lips until he allowed her her lingual entrance into
his mouth.  The scent of sperm emanated from her mouth as she breathed
so near his flaring nostrils.  She was breathing harder than she
normally did.  Her tongue caressed his tongue, his gums, his teeth.
She lingered there for a long time, working her magic inside his
mouth.  She pulled away for a brief instant, just long enough to say,
"I love you baby, more than you will ever know."

Her hand found his rampant need and she began to stroke it with her
fingertips.

Reaching up to his hand again, she took her soiled underwear from his
hand and lowered it to his cock shaft, wrapping the soiling around his
shaft and began to stroke it up and down him.  He could feel the cool
wetness that had been congealing there.

She passed the wet fabric under his ball sack and then back up the too
rigid pain of his cock.  She continued to kiss his mouth with all of
the softness he desperately wanted to feel, to receive from her.  He
needed to feel her love, her desire for him, to heal his pain, to
close the ragged holes in his heart.

The honesty of her kiss as she coated his sexual organs with the cum
of what could only be her lover was more than he could take.   His
hips began to move back and forth, thrusting his rigid shaft in and
out of her encircling hand.

They both felt his approaching orgasm, his shame at his humiliation,
and his desperate need to feel her absorb his cumming.  She pulled
away from his mouth and looked down at his thrusting cock.

Her eyes were bright and steely as she panted "Yes baby, good baby!
Cum right on my wet panties baby.  Good boy!  Yes, mark your territory
right here in your wife's hands.  Good boy, cum on top of the wetness
there honey.  Yes!  Go!  CUM!!"  His hips were furiously fucking her
hand now and there was no way he could stop.  She watched his face as
he blushed bright red at losing self-control and succumbing to her
lewd coaxing.  God, what was she talking about, 'Marking his
territory?'  Was she not his?  Why not in her body. That was where he
belonged.  His reeling mind refocused his imagination, remembering
being inside her.  Within seconds he began to spew his maleness onto
her soft soaked panties, held there under his cock head as she yanked
up and down on his out-of-control spasming cock.  He spewed
powerfully, more powerfully than he could remember ever before.  As he
slowed, she closed her hand again around his cock shaft, stroking the
renewed sogginess up and down him, milking the last of his sperm from
his shaft onto the silky fabric, smiling up at him, watching his eyes
intently as his shame overcame him and he turned from her.

She guided him to their marital bed, helped him lie down.  She gently
covered him, kissing him as a mother tenderly kisses her son goodnight
after a big game.  He was asleep in seconds.


Is She or Isn't She?  Part Three
Copyright Deni Wom 2004

He awoke to the sibilant whisperings of her as she lay on the bed next
to him.  Pretending to still be asleep, he listened to her soft sexy
chuckles as she giggled her mirth with what must have been a close
friend.  "Yes, I helped him cum onto my panties."  Then "Oh god did he
cum hard!  His face went bright red as he shot it right onto the
cummies already there."  And then  "Yeah baby, lots and lots of cum.
They were totally soaked.  I walked in just as he was smelling them.
He even got some on his face as he was smelling them."  After a short
pause, "He almost passed out he came so hard.  I put him to bed, ...... he
is still sleeping."  Not tonight honey, I am just too tired, maybe
tomorrow? ................. OK, Bye honey, ...... love you too, bye."  She blew a
kiss to the caller and lay there as he realized there was something on
his head, covering his face.  It felt wet.

He decided to try to wait her out, wait until she went to the bathroom
or something before he moved.  Better that she did not know he had
heard her talking.  He felt like he was eves dropping on her private
conversation.  Then he started to get antsy, suspecting that the
caller had been her lover.  The more he thought about it, the angrier
he got.  He started to fidget a bit, trying to stay still, but not
entirely succeeding.  Finally he heard her chuckle and then get up.
He heard her walk to the doorway and clump down the stairs.  He
reached up and felt soggy silkiness.

Sitting up, he pulled whatever it was off his head.   Looking at it,
he realized it was her cum soaked panties.  He rubbed his hand over
his head and felt the globs of cum on his hair.  He reached up again
and felt something strange around his chest.  Looking down he realized
that she had somehow snapped her bra around him, and his pecs were
filling the lacy cups.  Reaching behind himself, he struggled to reach
the clasps there, but could not.  He began to struggle to get it off
of him, but succeeded only in getting a cramp in his latissimus
dorsi.  He looked up to see her amused eyes watching him.

"The hook is in the front between the cups baby."

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO ME GOD DAMN IT!"  He felt so ripped at
her!  He struggled to calm himself.

"Come on, lets take a shower together honey.  I will wash all that cum
out of your hair, OK?"  she answered calmly.  She held out her hand to
him as she turned toward the bathroom.  Still flushed with rage, he
sat there watching her leave the room.

"Come on honey, lets kiss and have fun, OK?  I need you to make love
to me, baby, come on in here and bathe with me."  There was an
undertone of boredom in her voice that exacted his attention.

His anger collapsed and he got out of bed.  He reluctantly padded into
the bathroom to see her nakedness retreating into the shower.  His
glance fell to her thighs and he could see long drivels of white cream
running down toward her knees, partly dried.  His face again flushed
bright red, but this time it was from shame, not anger.  Confused, he
chastised himself for feeling that way.  Then, irritated, he wondered
why his prick had begun to rise again.  By the time he was in the
shower, his cock was rigid.

"MMMMMM!  Wow baby, hard again!  Perfect!  I need you to penetrate my
body baby.  Here bend over, let me wash your cum filled hair.
Shhhhh!  Don't talk, you will get shampoo in your eyes honey.  Be
quiet now while I wash your whole body, then you can wash mine, OK?"

And she did, she washed him from head to toe. She spent a lot of time
caressing his cock and his balls as he stood there forgetting
everything except her hands and her gorgeous body.  She turned him
around and gently ran her hands under and between his cheeks.  She
caressed his bottom opening, circling it with her finger.  She dipped
in further and further as she wetted him deeper and deeper.  She began
to run her finger in and out of  him, causing his cock to pulse in
rhythm to her movements.  Adding another finger as she penetrated him
there, she caressed his cock a bit as she pleasured him. Then she
added a third.  He was moaning in desperate need by the time she
commanded him to lean forward horizontally, to support himself on his
knees with his hands.

She turned her hand over and inserted her middle finger up inside him
searching for the nodule within.  Finding it, she caressed it until he
could stand it no more and began to expel his love cream into her
cupped hand.  He marveled at the quantity of it having been encouraged
this way.  It was more than he had ever produced before by far.  It
looked much more watery than his normal love spew.

He watched her move her hand to her mouth drinking it, then licking
her hand clean of it.  She pulled him upright, and stood in her
tiptoes to kiss him.  She probed with her tongue until he relented and
opened his mouth to her kiss.  He felt the liquid wetness of his own
cum enter his mouth as she pushed her tongue to force it from her own
cavity into his.  "Swallow it honey, swallow it for me baby.  OK?
Please baby?  Do it for me baby?"  She watched him swallow
tentatively.  "All of it honey. Don't waste any of it. It is too
precious to waste baby."  He swallowed the rest as she smiled her most
dazzling smile at him.  "Thank you honey. That meant so much to me.
You are my hero honey.  My hero and my beloved husband.  I love you
more than words can say baby."

His knees were so wobbly that he had to sit down.  He watched her wash
her delectable body from a new, lower perspective.  She teased him
with her fingers entering and stimulating herself.  She moved the hand
wand to her opening and turned it to the pulsing setting.  He could
see the globs of whiteness begin to run from her opening as she pulled
her lips apart.  The pulsing water surged into her and the resulting
back wash was filled with milky white cum globs.  When he tried to
caress her, she hissed, "Just watch me baby!  Watch me frig myself to
orgasm.  Watch my cunt quiver as you look up inside me baby!  See my
fingers fucking my cunt hole baby?  Watch me cum, of ..... goddd oh
goddd honey goddddddddddddd!  OH god  here I go baby!!!!!!!!!!!  I'm
cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmminggggggggggggggg!"

Watching her orgasm, he felt his cock begin to harden again, but this
time the ache began at his anus and continued up his cock to the very
head.  This erection hurt like hell!  God it was like his cock from
top to bottom had been blown up too far.  He remembered his first wet
dream years from years before, and realized that it was that same
aching sensation.  He began to try to grasp it and squeeze it to stop
the tremendous ache, but it was no good.  Groaning he wished for the
first time in his life he was not hard and stiff.

Dragging themselves out of the shower, they each dried themselves, his
cock waggling mercilessly in painful erection.  She held his hand as
they left the bathroom, turning back his bed.  She giggled at his
bounding aching hardness.  She pulled the covers up on him again,
kissed him like his mother would, then fell into bed exhausted.  She
was breathing rhythmically in minutes.  He lay there exhausted, but
unable to sleep from the grinding merciless ache in his prick.


Is She or Isn't She?  Part Four
Copyright Deni Wom	2004

He laid there for what felt like hours, thinking.  His brain would not
stop working the problem.  And always there was the ache in his cock.
His erection would not go away.  He tried to crush it with his elbow,
but that brought only momentary relief.  He tried to pull his balls,
his scrotum, but that did nothing beneficial.  Finally he inserted his
middle finger into his rectum and massaged the inner base of his
penis.  That helped a little, so he continued, bent over sideways,
straining to push his finger up inside him as far as he could reach.

What was going on?  She had never even indicated she was unhappy.
Never been particularly demanding in bed.  In fact, her new attitude
toward him baffled him completely.  Could she really be fucking around
on him?  'Stupid ass,' he thought, 'of course she is!  You saw the cum
on her underwear, you idiot!  And my god what a load of cum it was.
Could one man produce that much cum?  Maybe she had been gang
banged.'  He thought he knew what that was.  His cock ached even
harder, thinking about her with another man.  His heart thumped in
emotional pain, and his cock felt each pulse of his aching heart.
God, his cock and heart were both equally miserable.  Could his
beloved Staci really be having an affair?  She certainly was not
hiding it.  He wished he had the guts to just ask her.

Fuck!  How had it come to this anyway?

He bet himself that her lover was black, those black cocks are
supposed to produce lots of cum.  That had to be it, he was black and
pumped her so full of his cum it just ran out.  But my god she had so
much inside her last when she flushed it out in the shower while he
watched her touch her self.

He must have drifted off, because he remembered dreaming about a hand
stroking his penis when he woke back up.  Her sexy purr whispered to
him "Hey honey!  You rolled over and you were hard again, so I started
touching you and you started moaning in your sleep!  Let me help you
cum again honey!  Wait, I want to suck on your penis Bob!"  She
swiveled in bed and dove under the covers.  He felt her lips kiss him,
then her tongue caress his glans.  The horrible ache was back full
force.  It hurt so much that he could not enjoy her soft mouth on
him.  He had begged her to do exactly this, and now when she finally
did it, he could not enjoy it!  'God, what is the matter with me?  My
sexy gorgeous wife is finally sucking my dick and I am just thinking
about how much my cock aches!'

He decided he needed to fantasize about something so he could cum in
her mouth now that she was sucking on him.  God, it did feel so damn
good.  'Let's see, what should I fantasize about.'  But all he could
think about was a black cock fucking her perfect body.  Try as he
might, he could not think about anything else.  He stood in a room,
incense burning, hip hop on the stereo, his black skin over her white
body, and she was buried under him, her legs up over his shoulders as
the huge thick black cock pounded her full of long thick black meat.
She was moaning and groaning and encouraging the black man to fuck her
harder, harder!  He could hear her sexy voice purring, mewling in
desperate need, 'Oh god I am cummingggggggg, oh god your cock feels so
fucking good in me, so long, so full, so thick, oh my GOD!  I am so
close, oh fuck shit I am going to cum again, cum inside me you big
black stallion!  YES! Shoot your black cum inside my white fucking
cunt.  Fill me with your baby making cum honey!  YES, bury it deep up
my twat!  YES!  Right next to my cervix so it can make me pregnant!
Yes breed me black!   You fucking black stallion. Fuck me with your
horse cock full of your black seed! Oh godddddddddddddddddd! I am
cumming!  Come on, fuck your little white slut full of your black cock
cum!'  As his aching rigid cock filled his beloved wife's mouth with
his few drops of cum, his mind watched her take a huge load of black
cum deep inside her ready needy fertile womb.  Totally spent, he did
not even realize he was asleep again.

Is She or Isn't She?  Part Five
Copyright Deni Wom 2004

"What's the matter buddy?  You look like you lost your best friend.
And I know you didn't, cause I am sitting right here!"

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"Marriage problems huh?  What'd she do, catch you looking at another
woman?"

"I said, I don't wanna talk about it!"

"Ohhhh!  I know!  She is finally fucking around on you, just like my
old lady was before I ditched her.  Right?  I told you buddy.  You
wouldn't listen.  But I told you didn't I?"

"Yeah god damn it, you told me!  What the fuck am I supposed to do
about it?"

"NO SHIT!?  She is fucking around on you?  Who is he, the guy that is
fucking her?  Come on tell me the dirt you scum bag.  Did you get to
watch her fuck him?  Did she do him right in your own bedroom while
you sat there watching and, and jerking off as she fucked his ass?"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP GOD DAMN IT!"  He burst into tears.  His shame at
crying in public, in front of his best buddy, was almost as bad as
having discovered her infidelity.  But he couldn't stop sobbing.  He
buried his face in his hands and tried with all his might to control
the racking sobs.  His mind was filled with the images of the last
twelve hours.  Her new panties lying there, covered in what could only
be another man's cum.  The very panties and bra set he had bought
her.  Her pretty new bra, contaminated with another man's cum.  His
awed images of her washing her vagina above him, seeing globs of her
lover's cum cascading from her opening, running down her legs, some
even splashing onto his legs and crotch, then being flushed down the
drain, her excitement at him watching her cleanse her lover's seed
from her womb, her warm wet fertile womb.  Suddenly all he could see
in his mind was her black lover's hard well muscled black buttocks
fucking powerfully into her tight widely spread cunt lips, her moans
and grunts and words of ecstasy as she came and came on his big black
cock as he fucked her mercilessly under him to involuntary orgasm
after orgasm, his seed filling her to the brim, then her panties, the
new panties he had bought her, being placed over her defiled cunt
opening and catching all of his black cum as it ran back out of her
properly fucked cunt.  He realized he was rock hard and his cock was
aching even worse than last night.

"Come on buddy, lets blow this pop stand.  Lets go over to Julies and
watch the game, I can't hear it here.  Come on!  We promised to show
up there, remember?"

He realized he could not move, not even turn from the bar, his aching
hard-on would be clearly visible to every single person in the bar.
They would all laugh at him.  His buddy would know that her cheating
turned him on, for god's sake.  Oh shit, what to do now!  Fake it.
"Naw, I am going to stay here, you go ahead, Frank.  I need to think."

"OK, your loss, she makes great party snacks for the game bud."

"Go on."

He sat here for a long time, his glazed eyes watching the wordless
game as the score mounted.  His tears dried.  He began to relax after
his fourth Heineken.  A couple of large, black, obviously athletic,
men sat down a few stools from him.  They seemed to really understand
the game, and he found their comments about the players to be well
thought out.  He found himself intrigued with their obvious
intelligence and understanding of the game.  Finally he ventured an
opinion.  Their eyes surveyed him with quick understanding of his
forlorn loneliness.  They included him in their conversation.  He felt
like he had made some new friends.  He bought them a round as the
cliffhanger game continued to unfold before them.

"Here you are honey!  I was watching the game at Julies.  Did I screw
up?  I thought we were going to meet there?"  His new friends both
looked at his wife, their intelligent eyes surveying the perfect form
of her toned and athletic body.  Clearly they were interested in her.
He knew he had to introduce her to them or be incredibly rude.

"Staci, this is Wade and LeRoy.  Guys, this is my wife Staci."  He
knew that they already had seen her wedding ring.  So his statement of
territoriality was unneeded.  But he felt better having said it.  He
had staked his territoriality, just like he had the night before while
he came on top of her lover's cum.  He felt better until his cock
began to harden again.  God, why did it ache so bad to have a hard-on
now?

Staci slid onto the bar stool next to him and smiled prettily at his
new friends.  "So what you guys all so intrigued about, talking thick
as thieves like that?"

His new friends started telling her how they felt the game should be
coached, played, how the defense was being butchered, and so on.  She
listened to them talk, making cogent comments periodically.  Soon they
were including her in their conversation like one of the boys.  He
smiled, proud of his intelligent gorgeous wife.

He continued to watch the game as he felt his wife's familiar hand
slide gently onto his thigh under the table.  He wondered briefly if
her other hand was on Wade's thigh.  He felt unfamiliar shame as he
realized that, damn, his cock was getting hard again at that thought!

Then his team scored a go-ahead touch down.  He leapt from his stool
in a glorious victory dance, prancing like the victor he suddenly felt
like.  Finally!  God, so many years he had waited for this moment!
WOW!  His team had just defeated their last opponent before heading
for the Super Bowl!  He was absolutely elated.  His troubles no longer
filled his head.

They all moved to a table.  He ordered another round.  The animated
conversation lasted for several hours as they talked about the
upcoming Super Bowl, who would be the opposing team, and the merits of
each potential adversary.  And they drank beer.

Wade suddenly looked at Staci and asked her to dance.  She looked
coyly at her husband and asked "Would you mind Bobby?"  What could he
say?  He just shook his head and waved her toward the dance floor.
His eyes followed his sexy wife as she walked to dance with this man
she barely knew.  This BLACK man she barely knew.  As they danced to
the thumping beat, he realized she did not have a bra on.  Her high
perfect breasts were jiggling so tantalizingly.  His painful erection
pulsed back to life.  The music changed to a slow dance, and Wade held
her hand, holding her on the dance floor, pulling her delicate body to
him as the sensuous music played.

They began to waltz together, their bodies in perfect
synchronization.  Her dance partner moved her about with the fluid
grace of a master puppeteer moving his toy.  Her husband watched his
wife's nipples become hard as they brushed Wade's broad chest.  Wade
moved his dark skinned hand down to his wife's hips, and pulled her
crotch onto his.  His eyes looked down her halter top, seeing those
perfect, unfettered orbs swaying and giggling under his complete
control and direction.

The black man's cock had to be pressed against her pubic mound, he
realized.  She stared up into her dance partner's eyes with an amused
look in her eyes.  They begin to talk as they danced.  She giggled as
she moved in perfect step with his athletic body.  She never tried to
move away from him for the rest of the dance.

Bob began to drift again, his worst fears right before him.  His wife
was in the arms of a black man; her body was pressed against his.  Her
giggle and chatter were directed at this handsome athletic specimen of
manhood.  Her eyes were watching this black man's face in rapturous
enjoyment.  He began to wonder if this was her lover.  He lost his
visual focus as his mind wandered to his fears.  Was this the man who
had deposited his sperm deep within her?  Was this the man who had
undressed her, caressed her body all over, played with his wife's
perfect breasts, raised her supple athletic legs over his shoulders,
drove his black prick deep into her orgasming, spasming body?  Was
this who had filled her so full of black cum that it had flooded the
panties he had bought her, given her; filled her cunt with sperm so
full that there was gallons left inside her tiny body after she left
her lover to come home to him, her body defiled by black cum?  Was
this the man who might make her pregnant, had filled her with his
copious black cum, bred her deep and full with his potent black cum?
'Oh god, I have to stop THINKing about this,' he told himself!

Her small hand slid softly back onto his thigh, grazing the painfully
hard erection bent horrible inside his trousers.  She leaned to him
and whispered, "Your eyes turned me on while I danced, the way you
watched me dance baby.  Your eyes  made me horny!"  He could feel her
nearly naked erect nipple press against his bicep as she leaned
against him.

LeRoy immediately asked her back onto the dance floor, and again she
looked at him for his acquiescence.  They danced three fast dances
until the slow dance in the sequence came up.  Again LeRoy held her on
the dance floor, and they danced as one.  LeRoy wasted no time pulling
her delectable body tightly to his.  Even her firm succulent breasts
were squashed against his chest.  Her pussy had to be riding right on
LeRoy's huge black cock he realized.  'God, that huge black cock is
caressing my wife's cunt and clit like a vibrator.  God, she is
already turned on she said.  Oh God, oh god, he is going to make her
not want me any more!  He is going to make her a black cock slut!  She
will want them to fuck her now, not me!  Shit, how the hell can I
compete with those black handsome athletic intelligent black huge
thick black cocked men?  She will want THEIR black cocks all the time
now, not my little white one.  I'll bet their cocks are twice my
size!  She will laugh at my tiny white prick after being with them.'
His panic was almost overwhelming him.  His breath was ragged in
fear.  All of the stories of women "trying black and never going back"
whipped him into a state of frantic demoralization.

Again she slid in beside him, her hand going to his aching lump, her
fingernails began to scrape lightly along his painful bulge.  She
leaned over and kissed his neck, then his ear lobe.  Her breath
caressed his ear as she whispered lustily, "God baby, I am so
hot,  . . . . lets do something kinky baby.  I have to cum, lets go
into the men's restroom and you can fuck me there, OK Baby?  God I
need that rigid cock shaft in me right NOW baby!"  She continued to
caress him, running her fingers up and down his incredibly hard
prick.  Finally she stood, grabbing his hand, pulling him up, and
leading him toward the restrooms.  He was too stunned to protest, to
tell her "NO!  I have a very conspicuous hard-on!"

By the way!  When did she start using the word "FUCK?"  What is going
on here?  My wife never says that word.  She scolds me so badly when I
say it, for god's sake!

He was in total shock as she forcefully dragged him into the Men's
restroom door without even stopping to see if any other men were in
there.  Not pausing for an instant, she dragged him into the
handicapped stall at the far end of the row of toilet stalls, and
turned to him after hurriedly latching the door behind her.  She told
him to get up on the toilet and stand there.  As he wavered there
precariously, she unzipped him, pulling his trousers and boxers down
in one swift jerk.  His cock sprang free, striking her forehead.  Not
even slowing her rapid motions, her eager mouth chased his cock head
as it bounced to a halt.  Finding her rigid wobbling target, she
pushed her head forward, taking almost all of his rigid cock into her
panting mouth in one deep suck.  She started bobbing her head on him
as he stood there, watching his ravenous wife's lust filled eyes cross
eyed on his cock as she sucked it greedily.  'God, she likes to suck
cock now that she has been broken in by them,' he thought!

She voraciously suckled his penis until she sensed he was close, then
pulled her mouth from his body and pulled him down to sit on the
porcelain throne.  She pulled up her dress, and as he realized she had
on no panties, mounted his aching prick, taking it deep within her on
first penetration.  She had been horny all right, she was as wet as he
had ever seen her.

The outer restroom door opened and two sets of footsteps walked to the
urinals.  Though obviously listening intently, she never even paused
in her ravenous utilization of his body.  Her teeth were biting her
lower lips as she neared her orgasm.  He heard the sound of urine
splashing as she rabidly fucked his cock in the most lewd display of
female need he had ever experienced.

"My god LeRoy, that little Staci woman is hot!  Did you see her riding
my cock while we danced?"

"Yeah Wade, you see her almost fuckin' mine while we danced too?
Those tits a hers are incredible.  You know, I think we could ride her
hard an put her away wet, bro!"

In the middle of her orgasm she almost burst out laughing as she
continued to rise and fall rapidly on his aching shaft.  She smashed
her lips against his to smother her involuntary moans.  Pulling up her
top, she guided his hands to her ripe breasts, smashing his finger and
thumb onto her steely nipples.  He realized that her nipples were as
hard as his penis.

"Can you imagine riding that fuckin little white body, fuckin her deep
like only a Brotha can?  Filling her slut cunt with our big thick
cocks while she cums and cums. I bet her little white dick husband
would want to watch that, don't you?  He looks to me like a man would
watch his wife get fucked by us niggas."

"Yeah, watch us fuck his little white wife and then he clean her out
afta we be done.  We out to ask her over after we leave heya, see if
she want some a our sugar.  Learn what black cock is like!  Now we be
talkin'!"

Her intense orgasms were clamping his cock inside her with a
viciousness he had never felt before.  Her eyes were clamped so
tightly shut as her face was in the agony of orgasm that he could not
hold his cum back.  As her pussy milked his cock savagely, he spurted
all he had into her needy wetness.  Her orgasm continued on after his,
still milking him, still demanding her due.  He began to feel the pain
in the head of his penis that post-orgasm brings when the stimulation
does not stop.  His sensitive cock softened rapidly and as he pulled
his hips back, it dropping from within her. Her hand frantically
replaced his cock, and she frigged her self mercilessly as she
listened to the two black men talk about her body, what they would do
to her, and how much of a slut they hoped she was.  The sounds of
their water tinkling just a few feet away from her as they talked
about her body in such graphic terms refueled her orgasm while they
finished their urination.  The sounds of them shuffling as they
returned their black cocks to their trousers, then zipped up,
triggered another cascade of orgasms for her.  She passed out in her
husband's arms as the two black men turned to leave

"Ya know, LeRoy, I already asked her out.  Asked her to go to the
football game with me next Saturday in Eugene.  She giggled, but I
could tell she was int'rested."

"No shit, what'id she say?"

"She looked up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes of hers and
giggled, ya know that sexy little chuckle a hers, and then she............."
The bathroom door closed with a swoosh as they walked out.

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