Is She or Isn’t She? Part Thirty Three

Copyright Deni Wom 2005

The evening continued as planned, the men each taking turns with the two women, exploring their fantasies as they erotically plundered their captive white pussies and mouths and bottoms. Most of the men had already taken one turn and were lining up again for their second go-round.

Staci had orgasmed time and time again, even passing out several times. The men, ever considerate, would switch off as the women lost consciousness. There became a real badge of pride when the men could pleasure the woman past that ecstatic point of Petite Mort.

The men began to gather and root-on the one enjoying the woman. Soon they could tell when Staci was getting close to passing out. They would root her current breeder until she collapsed, applauding his successful efforts. But none had succeeded in duplicating The King’s feat of making his own wife Dottie pass out with pleasure from their less than enormous penetrations.

Then a handsome short man stepped up, just as Staci passed out for the eighth time. He stood there a bit, looking at Staci, sprawled on the top of the pool table, unconscious from her previous lover. His cock twitched in anticipation each time she breathed deeply. The men watched him as he stood there. They began to egg him on, the ones not yet having pleasured themselves being most vocal.

Finally the young man yielded and stepped to Dottie’s vacant pulsing pussy. Sperm was flooding from her opening. The full lips that surrounded her gaped opening were puffy and appeared deliciously swollen. The man bent down and ever so gently kissed her there. His tongue began to caress her lips, moving up and down the outside of her vagina. Sperm coated his lips and tongue. Her curiosity roused, she raised her head to watch his avid oral efforts.

After a short while, the man switched his lingual tactics a bit, moving to gently caress her inner folds, but never quite touching her clitoris with his tongue or lips. The sperm, so copious before he began to caress her with his tongue, slowed, then stopped flowing into his mouth.

After a few minutes, Dottie impatiently began to move her clitoris to try to force contact with his pleasuring idiom. Her face began to contort as this new tactic forced her to vividly focus on what was going on at her flooded breach. Her voice began to mewl. “Ohhhhh GOD! This man KNOWS how to eat my white pussy! Oh honey, you go now! You go nowwwww. Ohhhhhh! My god this man can eat well! Oh god! Please lick my clit honey! Please baby! Please let me feel that incredible tongue right on my clittie! Oh god baby! Oooooooooooooooooooooooh GODDDDDD!”

Her hips began to quiver as her need sky-rocketed. She reached down, grabbed his ears, and tried to force his head to her rampant, raging clit. She had never before felt such wonderfully erotic suffering in her pussy before. She shook her head back and forth as her need to cum was driven to unsurpassed heights.

Her back began to arch, her gaping vagina now leaking wetness faster than even the copious cum that had flowed from within her orifice. The man continued to lick and kiss her. She passed beyond the ability to form words. Her mewl became only a high pitched scream of ecstasy.

Suddenly she wrapped her legs around his head and began to cum. Her widely opened pussy began to spew liquid like a fire hose. She screamed a long piercing shriek of rapture and passed dead away.

When the man stood up, his shirt was soaked, his legs coated, and his face a mass of sperm and woman-cum. He grinned as the other men clapped louder than for any other man. He bowed. The men began to wolf whistle.

Staci was just beginning to wake up again. The young man stepped to her sprawled thighs, urging them further apart, then rooted directly into her, not even pausing to prepare her opening. Staci gasped, her eyes widened, her mouth opening wide in surprise. Immediately she began to shudder.

His cock was deep inside her, but he did not withdraw and thrust like the other men had. Instead, after wetting his fingers on his cum soaked face, he circled his them around her pulsing bud slowly as he watched her face. His finger caressed her around and around her nubbin. Smiling broadly at her, he reached in with his other hand and pulled her hood back from her hard kernel. His finger and thumb began to gently stroke up and down her flushed tissue. Staci began to buck as his finger stimulated her exposed pink clittie flesh. The feeling was one of both pain and pleasure. It was now a race to see which sensation would win out.

Suddenly the man pinched her clittie hard. Staci collapsed in a delicate heap.

The man withdrew his cock, and stepped to the wife of The King. As he had with Staci, he jammed his cock deep into her wet cunt in a single penetrating plunge. Dottie’s eyes flew open as she felt herself impaled again by thick cock. Looking up at her newest lover, she was amazed to see it was the same man that had brought to such sublime bliss only moments before.

‘What was it about his man?’ she wondered. ‘I respond totally differently to him than to anyone else.’ And true to previous form, she rapidly rose in need until again she passed out.

The other men were now impressed beyond words. No one had ever perpetrated such things. They began to wonder how they themselves might benefit if they could somehow learn this man’s secrets.

Female voices became audible at the front door, then two of the men’s wives sauntered in. Both their husbands dove for trousers, hastily trying to cover up, muttering swear-words as they dressed. All erotic activity ceased immediately.

One of the women called out “Now ya’ll don’t be worryin none about us be’in here. We be here to support you, Wendell baby. We just wanna enjoy all this too!” And with that they began to undress. Their husbands watched in amazement, wondering how this new twist in the evening would turn out. ‘Other men goin fuck ma wife?’ They thought simultaneously.

Several more women walked in and began to undress, all wearing their most erotic lingerie under their street clothes. After each undressed, they moved to the pool tables and lay down, spreading their legs, then began to play with themselves as they looked with lecherous eyes at the crotches of any man standing close to them.

Other wives arrived, until all of the wives of the married men were present. One white woman was among them. Staci’s smile became a huge grin as she looked at the face that she knew so well.