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Subject: {ASSM} "Collected" Part 3: "Completing The Set"
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Things went on for a couple of years. Carrie and I got married. She got 
more involved in politics. She had been a local councillor for a few 
years and was now looking to get elected to Parliament and was 
attending a number of constituency meetings around the country. Megan 
grew from being a difficult teenager - she had a wild year or so - to 
being a beautiful young woman. She reached the later audition stages of 
a television talent show - forgive me if I'm vague about which one; but 
for reasons that will become obvious, more details would identify us 
too easily. I became a more senior member of the medical practice where 
I worked. I also got calls from Eleanor Watson every couple of months 
and I would have to create medical conferences to attend rather than 
tell my wife that I was rogering another woman; one who claimed - with 
some justification - to own my penis and, indeed, the rest of my body

I got the summons from Eleanor one evening in March. Carrie was 
attending an interview in Preston, so at least I did not have to lie to 
her as I usually did. I arrived at her house around 8 o'clock and rang 
the doorbell. She opened the door and stood, her voluptuous body clad 
in a sheer black negligee, framed in the doorway. She ushered me in 
but, unusually, we did not go upstairs to her bedroom. Instead she led 
me along the corridor downstairs to a small room with a bookcase and a 
computer.

"Naked time," she said. "You and I are going to watch some porn 
together and I'm going to milk my cock".  A little confused I took off 
my clothes and sat, when Eleanor indicated that I should do so, in a 
chair facing the computer. It had arms and Eleanor tied my elbows to 
them.   The seat of the chair was cold and hard against my naked arse. 
Eleanor pulled up another chair and sat next to me, then leaned forward 
to press a key on the computer. At once the screensaver snapped off and 
what appeared to be a video sequence took up the whole screen.

On the monitor two men sat slumped on a wide sofa. One, a black man, 
was dressed in a grey t-shirt and grey jogging trousers. The other, 
dusky skinned - probably Indian, wore a white shirt and black corduroy 
trousers. They were sitting watching a television and the sounds of 
grunting that were coming from it suggested they were playing a porn 
DVD. "Jamal and Jamira" said Eleanor wistfully. "Lovely guys". She was 
stroking her pussy as she watched.

On the screen, perhaps prompted by a sound I didn't hear, the Asian man 
Eleanor called "Jamira" pressed the pause button on a remote control 
and the sounds of sex ceased. Jamal left the room. A few moments later 
he returned and a woman entered the room behind him. She was about 5'5" 
tall with chestnut hair and blue eyes set in a face with a gorgeus 
complexion. It was Carrie. She was wearing a black raincoat over jeans 
and looked very uncomfortable. I too suddenly felt very on edge.

"Look" she said, "the photograph you sent. I won't be blackmailed over 
it. Anyone can PhotoShop an image these days."

Jamal smiled humourlessly. "That was just a taster. Sit down - We'll 
show you the rest." Uncertainly Carrie sat on the sofa next to Jamira. 
Jamal joined them, sandwiching my wife between them. Lazily Jamira 
restarted the DVD.

"Oh God", whispered Carrie. And then it struck home. The panting 
sounds, the wails of ecstasy, the grunts of lust that were coming from 
the television in that room; I knew them. I had heard them more than 
two years previously when Eleanor had made sure that I screwed Carrie's 
daughter, Megan. By the sound of it Megan was having a really good time.

Jamira said "It would be a shame if this made it to the tabloids. It's 
the sort of thing that can blight a promising musical career, don't you 
think?"

"Look" said my wife. "You want me to buy this off you? I'll buy it. How much?"

"Silly girl" breathed Eleanor.

The black man - Jamal - took hold of Carrie's left hand. "We don't need 
money" he said. "It don't cost much to have fun. And that's what we 
like to do - we like to have fun. All we want is for you to be nice to 
us." He placed my wife's hand on his groin area.

"No" she said. "I can't. I'm married. I love my husband". She looked as 
though she was trying to pull her hand away, but Jamal kept it pressed 
to the bulge in his joggers and I thought I heard her gasp as she was 
forced to feel it.

"Of course you can." said Jamira taking her right hand and pressing it 
to his own trousers. "Your husband isn't here and you don't have to 
love us to make us feel good. We may even make you feel good too." 
Carrie bit her lip indecisively.  The hoarse sound of Megan crying out 
another orgasm hung in the air.

"All right."

Smiling obscenely the black man let go off Carrie's hand and pulled 
down his trousers, lifting his arse to get them off. His prick was long 
and thick, even though it was still soft. I thought I heard Carrie gasp 
as he took her hand and put it on his now naked manhood. She curled her 
fingers around it and began to stroke it. Meanwhile the Asian man had 
unfastened his trousers and his dusky cock - almost as large as the 
other - was beginning to harden. Carrie's right hand wrapped itself 
around it.

Shortly my wide's hands had brought both cocks to full erection. I was 
shocked to see that Jamal's must have been a full ten inches in length 
- perhaps an inch or so longer than Jamira's. Both, though were thick. 
I was shocked, too, to realise that my own prick was standing to 
attention. The sight of my wife of 11 months stroking two large penises 
had turned me on. Eleanor reached down and began stroking it. "Enjoy" 
she said. On the screen the black man, Jamal, got to his feet and held 
out his hand to Carrie and my wife took it. She and Jamira stood up and 
Jamal led them from the room.

A moment later the scene had shifted to a bedroom. A double bed and a 
chair furnished it. Carrie and the two men came in and stood at the end 
of the bed. She had taken off her raincoat and was wearing a white silk 
blouse with her jeans. Jamal put his arms around my wife and pulled her 
two him, kissing her passionately, his hands roving over her body. He 
pulled her blouse from her waistband, stroking her naked flesh. I 
thought I heard her moan softly.  My cock jerked in Eleanor's hand and 
I found myself feeling very turned on.

After a few minutes the black man unfastened my wife's blouse and 
slipped it from her shoulders. Then he unfastened her bra and it fell 
to the floor, her smallish, but firm breasts in full view. "Jeans as 
well he said". Carrie unsnapped the button and pushed the waistband of 
her jeans down over her lovely round ass, her knickers going with them. 
Her creamy skin and smooth thighs brought a hiss of appreciation.

By now Jamira was naked. He joined them and he and Jamal laid my wife 
on the bed, her back against the headboard  and reclining against it.  
I watched as Jamira knelt between her legs and kissed down her creamy 
breasts, rolling his tongue over her very hard nipples, pecking at the 
soft flesh of her belly down until his head hovered over he pussy. "Are 
you ready for this?" he asked.

"Yesss. --." Carrie whispered. The black man began to run his tongue over 
my wife's clit, teasing it, probing between her lips and into her pussy 
and I heard my wife moan softly.  While Jamal's tongue was bringing her 
such pleasure Jamira stood astride her, his thick, long cock hard and 
erect before her face. He took it in his hand and glided the dark 
purple head across her lips. There was no doubt what he wanted and my 
mouth went dry as Carrie opened he soft red lips and let his his thick 
glans into her mouth. She'd sucked me off a few times, but I never got 
the feeling she liked it. Now, though his ass muscles were flexing as 
he thrust his hard cock into her mouth and her cheeks kept caving as 
she sucked on his engorged member.

Eleanor stroked my erect cock with exquisite skill, slowing as I came 
close to cumming, stopping altogether sometimes, other times gripping 
me firmly when my shock at seeing my wife's behaviour softened my 
shaft. I watched as my wife's hips rolled and she lifted her pussy 
against the black man's mouth and the dusky brown cock slid in and out 
of her mouth. It went on for a while, then Jamira began to grunt. He 
held onto Carrie's head. There was no doubt that his semen was spewing 
into her mouth. I could see a little escaping from between her lips and 
his cock. That she had swallowed most of it was beyond question. She 
had never swallowed mine.

All the time Eleanor kept up the caressing of my cock. I should have 
been shocked, but I was so turned on. Jamira stepped away from my 
wife's face, semen dripping obscenely from his cock and her lips. He 
moved out of shot and the black man, Jamal, gripped Carrie's hips and 
pulled her down the bed until she was flat on her back. Then he rose up 
the bed until he was lying on her, between her legs. I knew his long 
hard cock was pressed against my wife's pussy. I watched his ass dimple 
and heard my wife gasp as he pushed his cock into her. With a slow 
steady rhythm he began to fuck her; his long shaft gliding into her 
again and again and again. She was panting now and I recognised the 
sounds she was making that indicated she was enjoying what was 
happening.

Gradually the pace of Jamal's thrusts increased. I could hear my wife 
becoming more and more carried away by the experience. "Oh God Yes..." 
she began to moan. "Oh God Yes... Like that... It's so big. -- 
so....AHHHH!!". Eleanor gripped my cock firmly as I realised that 
Carrie was getting close to orgasm, that my lovely bride was going to 
cum on this other man's cock. She wrapped her arms around him; her skin 
glistening and creamy white against the blackness of his back. "Oh 
God!! Oh God!! Oh God!!" she cried out as she got closer and closer, 
Jamal's cock driving deep inside her and filling her. I saw her 
stiffen, almost ceasing to breathe, then she let out a long ululating 
wail as orgasm surged through her.

I found that I too had almost stopped breathing. My mouth was dry and, 
to my shame, I realised that I too had been close to cumming along with 
my wife. Eleanor, though, had a subtle touch. "It's not finished yet" 
she whispered.

I watched as Jamal withdrew his still-rigid manhood from my wife's 
vagina. It glistened with her juices and seemed to me to be yet larger 
than it had been. He lay on his back near the foot of the bed, his 
calfs hanging off it. Carrie was still gasping from her orgasm, but 
Jamal gestured to her and she moved unsteadily until she was astride 
him, her pussy over his engorged cock. I saw her wrap her soft, small 
fingers around it, then hold it to the entrance of her pussy. Eleanor 
was right - it wasn't finished. I had watched another man screwing my 
wife - now I would watch her riding him. Trembling with lust she 
lowered herself onto his thick pole until her round, creamy ass rested 
on his thighs. Then she began to ride up and down on it, grunting 
obscenely with pleasure.

I could hear the creaking of the bed and the human sounds of flesh on 
flesh as my wife descended again and again on the stiff black cock that 
was giving her so much pleasure. I noticed, though, that Jamal was 
gradually pulling her toward him, so that she was increasingly bent 
over him. At last I thought I could see her little pink asshole. 
"You'll like this bit" murmured Eleanor. "I did" and she began to 
stroke my cock more firmly.

The Asian, Jamira, came back into shot. I was shocked to see that his 
thick cock was hard again. He had a plastic bottle of some kind of 
lotion and he was applying it to his stiff member. Then he squirted a 
little onto the first two fingers of his jeft hand and began to apply 
it to Carrie's arse. "He can't" I said. "She's never done that - it'll 
hurt her".
"You mean she's never done it with you" replied Eleanor and she 
chuckled throatily. Unable to tear my eyes from the screen I watched 
Jamal stop Carrie's grinding on his cock while Jamira presented the 
purple head of his penis to my wife's rear hole. Gently he pushed 
forward. I heard my wife whimper a little, then gasp as he filled her 
back passage, then moan lustily as he probed deep inside her.

After a little reorganisation my wife was sandwiched between the two 
men, her creamy skin glistening with sweat between the darker skin of 
their bodies. I watched as their bodies moved, rolling against each 
other, grinding against each other, the two men thrusting into Carrie's 
body; into her pussy, into her rear. I heard her panting as new 
sensations flooded her. Her breath was becoming ragged and hoarse, 
"Fuck me! Fuck me!! Fuck me!!" she was yelling  as the two men filled 
her from both sides. At the same time I could see that they were close 
to cumming as well. "Oh sweet JESUS!!!" my wife cried out "I'M --I'M --.OH 
GOD!!" Then she let out a piercing keen cry of ecstasy as another 
orgasm surged through her. At the same time the two men were grunting 
loudly and I knew that their semen was flooding into her pussy and into 
her arse. And to my shame I came too. Eleanor had expertly brought me 
to peak just as two other men flooded my wife with sperm.

Panting, I watched as Jamira rolled off Carrie and Jamal encouraged her 
to lie on her back. Both men knelt, their softening cocks glistening 
with semen and my wife's juices, dangling them over her mouth. I 
watched as she licked them, as she licked the semen from the cock that 
had, moments before been in her arse. I watched as Jamal probed her 
pussy with his finger and, when he withdrew it, it was coated in sticky 
white. He presented it to her mouth and she sucked it greedily.

Eleanor rose to her feet. "That was two weeks ago" she said. She left 
the room and left me sitting, my own semen cooling on my body and 
dripping down until I was sitting in a pool of my own cum. On the 
screen my wife and the two men were panting on the bed. After about 
five minutes, though, the picture changed. It now showed Eleanor's 
bedroom. Eleanor was there, still dressed in the black negligee, and I 
was obviously watching a live feed. A large strap-on phallus stuck out 
from her groin and she walked toward the bed. On the bed, on all fours, 
was Carrie. I listened as Eleanor spoke. "I collect cunts. I collect 
cocks as well". She slipped her hand between my wife's legs and rubbed 
her pussy. "This is now my cunt. Your husband can use it too, but when 
I call for it, it will come. Do you understand?" Carrie nodded. Eleanor 
climbed onto the bed behind my wife, the strap-on cock resting on 
Carrie's lovely round ass. As I felt my cock begin to stiffen I knew 
that Eleanor was right. It wasn't finished. It wouldn't be finished for 
a very long time.


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