Enjoying Messenger

Enjoying Messenger Part One
Copyright Deni Wom 2005


JR: Hey bud! How ya doing?
TC: Great! Hey, would ya mind if I added in another buddy? His name is Ron
JR: No prob
TC: Great, I been telling him about you and this woman you been fuckin. He is interested
JR: Which one? lol

[Ron joins the conversation]

Ron: Hi JR! Hey thanks for letting me cut in like this
JR: No prob, so what you wantin to know
TC: Hey JR, tell Ron about that white broad you been fuckin
JR: Well shes just a sexy little white woman that likes to have my big black dick in her
Ron: You fuck her often?
JR: Hell yes! She calls me couple times a day beggin me to cum fuck her little white cunt
JR: She didnt start out a horny little twat though, but man has she turned out to be one!
TC: Hey JR tell Ron what you told me about last night when you was with her lol
JR: Welllllll . less see . . . . . . . .I been dinkin her bout 8 months now
JR: Then last night she calls up and says hey, he’s out of town tonight, can I come over?
JR: I lol tell her well, first you got to tell me what I want to come over here for babe lol
JR: And she says to me, all reluctant and embarrassed and shit, I need your big black cock to fuck my white horny whore’s cunt JR
JR: God she hates saying that kind of thing
JR: I could almost hear her blushing cuz saying such as that goes against everything
JR: she wants to think of herself as all righteous and shit
JR: Shes all up tight most the time
JR: Finally I say to her OK slut come on over and get your big black cock fix lol



Sheri smoothed her skirt as she stood at his apartment door, waiting for him to open the door. Finally she rang the door bell again, looking at her watch. She was definitely on time. And he HAD said come right over.

She rang the door bell again. The diamond on her left hand gleamed in the harsh lights of the corridor. She deliberately ignored it with a disdainful shake of her head, her hair flouncing as she set her face in a determined smile.

From just inside the door, she heard “Take your dress off.”

‘Oh NO! not again’ she thought, already flushing bright red from mortifying embarrassment. But the pulsing fluttery beat deep in her belly kept her from leaving.

She quickly looked up and down the apartment house hallway, hoping against hope that no one would see here after she took her conservative, below the knee, buttoned to her neck, dress off. She screwed up her courage, visualizing what was on the other side of the door, his face, his soft kisses, his big strong hands, his huge . . . . . . . Thing. ‘Wow!’ she felt her face flush as even a slight thought of ‘it’ was enough to cause her heart rate to rise, and her skin to blush. She fanned her cheek rapidly, self consciously, with her well manicured hand.

But it was no good, her steaming needy kitty was in control tonight. Her excited fingers quickly unbuttoned the front of her dress, then lowered it, stepped daintily out of it, folded it carefully, then stood there with it over her arm, her shoulders back , her proud, perfectly formed, lace covered breasts jutting forward . . . . . waiting.

She knew he was watching her humiliation through the little peek hole in the door. But god, since the first time she say ‘it’ she was lost. She flushed again, feeling her moisture. Until him, she had never felt her moisture.

She smoothed her folded skirt nervously as she tried not to think about what she knew he would want her to do next. She stared straight ahead at the peek hole, imagining him looking at her standing there in the sexy bra and panties she had bought from her little grocery money jar, bought them explicitly for him, to wear to be with him. She would have to feed her loving husband mac-and-cheese for a month to recoup what she had spent on this man on the other side of the door, but she could not stop herself. She looked down at her pert plump breasts encased in the new bra. She looked good!

She just wished he would hurry, not because she was embarrassed to stand here with her skirt off, she was slowly becoming used to his humiliation that he heaped on her every time they were together (it would invariably lead to an incredible ‘fullfillment’ later), but because she so desperately wanted his ‘thing’ inside her, making her feel like it always did. Make her forget her Catholic upbringing. And send her into that incredibly delicious ecstasy that she had never felt before his big black gorgeous . . . . . . thing . . . . was inside her . . . . . . . body.

“Take your bra off!” His voice was a little more breathless than before. She vaguely wondered about that as she reached behind her back, her firm breasts pressing against the fabric of her sexy bra. She worked the clasp, then lowered the lace slowly as she stared at the peek hole defiantly.

He waited a few more minutes as she placed her new bra on top of her carefully folded dress. She could hear him chuckle softly behind the door.

“OK my gorgeous little slut, takeoff your sexy little slutty panties baby.” He snickered again.

She slowly placed her thumbs in the thin elastic of her sexy lace covered sheer panties. She squirmed her hips as she stepped out of them, then folded them carefully and placed them beside her bra on her arm.

She stepped back from the door far enough he could see her . . . . . .. down there.

“Has your lame-ass husband seen your bald pussy yet, my sweet sexy little slut?”

She flushed a bright red, then shook her head. “No, and he won’t either, I don’t let him see me naked any more. My body is yours now honey. Please let me in, honey. I need you. I really need you. Please baby. Please let me in and make love to me.”

He laughed loudly now. “So baby, you just said your body is mine, right?”

The little warning tingle became a ringing bell. “Ah . . . . .. . . Yeah? . . . . . . .”

“And what I want to do to your fine body is my choice, right?”

Hesitantly, she answered “Ah . . . . . . Yeah.”

“Well, my sweet little horny slut, I have a REAL surprise for you tonight!”

“Ah . . . . . OK. What is it babe?”

“You’ll see in a few minutes. Just stand there with your gorgeous slutty tits and nice bald white cunt where I can enjoy them till your surprise walks out of the elevator in a few minutes. Put your clothes down on the floor by the door.”

She laid her neatly folded clothes by JR’s door, her fine tight butt sticking up in the air. She could feel the cool air circulating by the heat of her little . . .. body opening.

Suddenly she heard the elevator ding. ‘Oh NO! Darn it! What has he decided to make me do now? Someone is going to see me naked!’ Nervously she fidgeted as the elevator door slowly opened. It was always something with JR. Nothing was ever simple. But oh my god, his . . . .. thing . . .. . god, it was incredible when it was inside her.

“Slut, you stand there nice and still till I tell you that you can move, do you understand me?”

Fearfully, excitedly, nervously, she nodded her head.



Enjoying Messenger - Part Two - Surprise!
Copyright Deni Wom 2005

Ron: So you have this broad standing naked as a jay bird in the hallway in front of your apartment door?
JR: Yeah
JR: And she is breathing so hard her tits are almost bouncing
JR: She is standing there so turned on that her lil pussy flower starts to pop open
Ron: She is getting wet just standing there?
JR: Yeah, she is wet and turned on
JR: and I had a real nice lil surprise for her about to happen



Shari stood there, having no idea what so ever what was about to transpire. She hoped it would be just a young woman that would walk by and just gawk, not say a word, just look at her like she was a tramp, but not actually use words. As her fears began to rise, she visualized an old woman walking by and making very mean, degrading comments about what a slut she was standing there naked in the hallway for all the world to see.

Then her fears began to escalate. She pictured a policeman walking up and arresting her, naked as a jay bird, and taking her to the police station, still completely naked, and being groped by all the other prisoners and the policemen, and being seen naked by everyone, and her name being put into the papers for everyone to see right beside the picture of her naked body. ‘Woman arrested for lewd and lascivious behavior.’ And then her name would be there. And her picture. Her husband would hear about it, or worse yet, actually read about it. Her family would see what she had become. The teaching nuns from her high school would point and stare and talk about how that nasty Shari girl could do that to THEIR, and their HIGH SCHOOL’s, reputations. Her priest would snicker at her next confession as she confessed her sin of adultery. Her priest would be thinking, ‘Yeah, I know all about that, you slutty tramp!’ All the details about how she was standing naked in an apartment house corridor would become public knowledge.

The tickle in her tummy turned into butterflies and she could feel a real stiffness in her . . . .’Oh god, I can’t say that word, it is so nasty . . . . . . . ” But her mind would not stop. She knew what JR wanted her to say, to think. She knew he wanted her to use words like cock and cunt and fuck and piss.

‘Oh god, my . . . ‘ she visualized her little womanhood and its tiny bud being so fully visible and accessible to anyone walking by. She tried to form the words that she knew her black lover wanted her to say. He had chastised her so many times for not using the nasty words that graphically described the lascivious actions he did to her when they were together. ‘My clitoris is so hard!’ she thought. ‘There! I used his word!’ She felt pride at having been able to think that word. But she felt shame too, deep, ingrained, ground-in-deep shame at even allowing herself to acknowledge she was feeling sexual.

She heard footsteps. They sounded like more than one person. She closed her eyes to shut out what was about to happen.

Then she heard the words “Damn! Look what we got here! Hey Damien, look at the body on this slut!”

“Yo man, she be one fine lookin whore don’t she?”

“This gotta be the one we bought a fuck off a JR for, don’t cha think?”

Blushing crimson from head to toe, Shari could not believe what they had just said. JR had sold her body to these people, these men!

They were behind her, she wished she could turn around and see them. It was definitely two MEN. Their voices were way too deep to be women. And the words, oh my GOD! The words they used, what they called her . . . . .

The butterflies in her tummy began to be birds fluttering around her abdomen. She felt a drop of liquid, and then another strike her thigh as she stood there, her shoulders back, her breasts palpitating with her fear and . . .. . . .and, what was she feeling? Suddenly it hit her. This was what her high school girlfriends had called ‘being turned on!’ She realized to her utter horror that she was turned-on by being humiliated and naked in public, and by the thought that her body had been sold for sex to men by her beloved handsome manly JR. Her whole body began to quiver. Her face felt flush, and her thighs kept trying to separate. Could she allow this to happen to her? Then she thought of JR’s ‘thing’ being inside her. She thought about not ever feeling him inside her body again. Tears came to her eyes even as she felt more moisture gather inside her little . . . . . . place.

It took all her will power to keep her thighs together, . . . . to not turn around and see who her manly JR had . . . .. ‘OH GOD! He sold me to them for sex!’ She felt, for the first time in her life, that she wanted to turn and show the men, the complete strangers, her perfect body that she exercised so hard every day, just to please her JR. She felt her tight flat stomach yearn for their rough callused touch. The touch of strangers, of strange males, touching her tummy, then their hands sliding slowly down toward her . . . .. She desperately wanted JR to be pleased by her actions. ‘Shari, you must allow yourself to use those words! JR wants you to use those words. You are JRs! You are totally and completely JR’s. You willingly gave yourself to him. Make him proud of you! Say those words. Do what he wants you to do!’

Without even meaning to say them aloud, in horror at her out of control actions, she inexplicably heard what could only be her own voice say “Fuck my slutty cunt you big cocked fuckers!” Shari began to cum in long shuddering convulsions of sublimated, pent-up lust and craving. Her body lost all self-control, and she would have collapsed to the floor had not one of the men grabbed hold of her just below her naked jiggling breasts, and held her tightly to his body as she shuddered, out of control, at blissful peace inside the cocoon of her lust for the first time in her up-tight, tensely-controlled life.



Enjoying Messenger - Part Three - And then . . . . .
Copyright Deni Wom 2005

Ron: You got to be shittin me!
Ron: Youre saying she came just because she actually swore?

JR: Yeah!!!!!

Ron: God, I wish my wife would loosen up!
Ron: She won’t even let me see her naked
Ron: She is so up tight, GOD!

TC: So how bigs your cock, Ron?

Ron: Shit I got no idea

TC: Cum on, you can tell us!
TC: Hey JR, send Ron a pic of your cock and Ron can tell us who is bigger lol

JR: ok, Ron stand by I’ll send ya pic of my black beauty this lil white woman is so in love with
JR: BRB

[Ron receives a picture]

Ron: HOLY SHIT!
Ron: You are kidding me, right this is your cock? NO FUCKIN WAY lol

TC: Believe it Ron, that is what he is dickin that woman with
TC: See why she is so eager for his prick now?

Ron: No shit man

JR: So you wantin to hear the rest a my story or you going to stare at my cock and jerk off?

Ron: K, tell me what happened next
Ron: Hey! First, did you really sell her to them men?

JR: You damn straight I did, made two hundred dollars from them for letting them fuck her once each
JR: now they be beggin me every day for more a her fine tight white pussy lol

Ron: You got any pics of her body we can see JR?

JR: I do you one better than that
JR: Sunday night, I be going to fuck her on cam for all my buddies to watch my fine cock send her to never never land

TC: NO SHIT!

Ron: NO SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ron: Hey man, I want to watch this

TC: Me too!

JR: Goin ta cost ya a fifty big ones to watch you in?

Ron: How do we pay?

JR: Pay-Pal buddy use your credit card and give it to Pay Pal and give em this number for where to credit to

[JR sends them both a number and instructions on how to both pay and watch]

TC: What time Sunday

JR: 8 pm

Ron: Eastern or what

JR: Pacific time man

Ron: Oh good, my wife will be at choir practice that night till ten or so
Ron: So tell us what happened after she came standing there
Ron: God my cock is hard as a nail right now

TC: Me too, I be strokin it man!

JR: Well, her whole body was shivering and jiggling and her gorgeous tits were hanging over the dudes arm



Shari’s body continued to shiver in ecstasy as Damien held her. Damien looked at Jarell and asked “Hey man you goin to keep her goin? Or you want to hold her while I fuck her?”

Jarell’s dazed eyes flickered between Damien’s face and the incredible, naked, convulsing pussy before him. Suddenly it dawned on him that he could have his black dick inside this white woman and feel her cumming around his cock. He quickly jerked his low rider pants down and moved up to Shari’s body, stroking his penis to assure it was hard enough to penetrate her. He stepped between her thighs and shoved his prick home inside her sopping wet opening.

Jarell was a light weight, and only lasted for about thirty seconds inside Shari’s clenching clutching vagina. Grunting loudly, he deposited his sperm within her, then flushed in embarrassment as his cock softened and slid from within her.



Shari’s eyes watched through half closed fluttering lids as the young black man enjoyed her for a few brief seconds, then could not hold his orgasm back, depositing his wetness inside her shuddering body. ‘Oh god, I just took a black strangers’ sperm inside my . . .. .. . OH GOD Inside my . . . . my . . .. . .CUNT!’ Her body went into overdrive again as she called her body the name her JR wanted her to. She tried to smile in triumph, but only the grimace of continuing orgasm showed.

Damien handed her convulsing body to Jarell and then viciously tore his own low rider britches down, his cock flipping up and hitting his hard flat stomach with a “SWACK!”

Shari could see clear liquid running from the tip of his purplish blackness in a steady stream. As he moved between her flailing thighs, she could see the wetness dribbling onto her skin, leaving tracks of clear shimmering crystalline liquid. The depravity of strangers handling her like a rag doll, and using her body as their own private masturbation station pushed her even deeper into her orgasm. As Damien entered her, she began to mewl in low squibling wails of ecstasy. She wrapped her legs around the young black man’s bottom and pulled him into her with her heels, trying desperately to get him as deeply into her as she possibly could.

But the sensation, the satisfaction of penetration was not the same as with JR’s gorgeous cock, and she began to feel frustrated from the differences in sensation she was experiencing. She began to buck her opening against the young black man’s penis in a desperate attempt to take him to her core. But it was not the same completing fullness, and even though she was cumming in long shuddering convulsions, she still craved JR’s manhood inside her instead of these two young men.

She heard a door open down the corridor, but she was too far gone to care. She heard voices discussing what was happening in the corridor. Then the sound of a slap as a wife yanked her husband back inside their apartment.

Within a few minutes the second young man had also expired inside her. Together they lowered her to the floor, pulled their britches up and left as Shari’s body continued to pulse softly in her post orgasmic bliss.

JR’s door opened and he stood there grinning down at her prone body. “Baby, you are incredible!” He leaned over and scooped her up, stepped back inside his own apartment, and laid her on the floor again.

Shari watched him through her still fluttering eyelids as he stood there watching her pulse in soft bliss.



Enjoying Messenger - Part Four - First Blush
Copyright Deni Wom 2005

Ron: GOD DAMN!
Ron: You telling me she let them guys fuck her unprotected just so she would make you happy????????????

JR: Oh hell yeah!

Ron: So you have some secret formula or something lol
Ron: I mean shit man, my wife won’t do anything for me lol
Ron: Shit she won’t even fuck me let alone try swinging or any of that shit
Ron: How you do it man?

JR: Hey what can I say, I just be the macho man

TC: Hey JR, tell him what you planning to do next month with her
TC: You know, with her pills lol

JR: Oh you mean when Im going to take her birth control pills away and then breed her

Ron: Holy SHIT! You going to breed her?
Ron: You even going to tell her husband?
Ron: or are you just not going to let him know that it is his? lol
Ron: Is her husband black?

JR: Hell no, her wimp hubby is white bread and small dicked
JR: She don’t even let him fuck her any more
JR: She say she tried to once after she had me but she laughed at his dick and he got sore about it

Ron: So you going to marry her if she gets preggers with your baby?

JR: Naw, but I may move in with them don’t know yet
JR: be kind of neat to see my kid get borned and run around and play lol
JR: Yeah I think I will move in with her if she has my kid

Ron: What you going to do with her husband
Ron: He might have some say about that you know lol

JR: Naw he is such a wimp he would prolly want to eat her pussy after I fucked her.

Ron: LFMAO

TC: LOL

Ron: Hey JR how long is your dick anyway?

JR: Well less see when its hard its about 14 inches

Ron: good god, how does a woman get that inside her anyway?

JR: Well, with this perticular white chick, it slid right on in the first time
JR: She loved every inch of it

TC: Hey JR tell Ron how you two met up and started all this

JR: You mean at that convention last year?

TC: Yeah man lol listen to this Ron, this is great!!!!! lol

JR: Well I was told at the very last minute that I had a sales convention to cover for a gal at the office that got sick at the last frikkin minute.
JR: Seems like she and this woman had joined up and were sharing a booth and had two adjoining rooms
JR: You know those rooms that have a door between them
JR: So I had like twenty minutes of warning, so I just grabbed my sales stuff and headed out
JR: thinking I would have to buy
JR: crap at the convention for wearing.
JR: So I get to the frikkin hotel
JR: check in
JR: go up and decide to take a shower to get the travel grit off me
JR: So I take my shower and then



JR toweled off, using the towel as an exercising tension member. He had his arms over his head concentrating on tensioning his deltoids when he heard a shriek and turned around, his arms still over his head.

A beautifully dressed, beautiful white woman was standing there, her hand over her mouth, her eyes locked on his prodigious piece of meat hanging softly between his well muscled thighs. She was blushing furiously, but seemed unable to move, as if caught immobile in the midst of a frustration dream.

JR slowly lowered his arms, smiling, his eyes twinkling, making sure that his towel did not hinder her shocked view of his black, perfect cock.

He walked slowly over to her as she stood there, staring at his swinging penis. He could see her eyes move with its pendulous movements. He stopped about two feet in front of her and stood there for a few seconds.

Finally he raised his hand and ever so gently replaced the strand of her hair that had somehow become dislodged from her perfectly coiffed hair-do. His small finger touched her cheek as he did.

At his slightest unintentional touch, she suddenly jumped, shrieked and began to back up muttering “Don’t you dare hurt me you big galloot! You hurt me and I will scream bloody murder. They will hear me all the way to New York of you lay one finger on me.”

JR chuckled softly. “Lady, you are the open that came into MY room and caught me coming out of MY shower! That door was CLOSED when I climbed into MY shower.”

But she was gone, having slammed the door closed behind her as she retreated into the perceived safety of her own room. She was glad he could not see her, fanning her scarlet face with her hand, trying to catch her breath.

JR moved to the door and gently inquired if she was OK.

After a few minutes, he heard her softly murmur that “Yes, I am fine.” After a few more minutes of silence, she asked who he was and what he had done with Patricia?

“Oh, Patricia. Well ma’am, she took sick and I had to come in her place at the very last minute. Hey, . . . .. . sorry if I scared you there. I thought I had some privacy is all.”

From the other side of the wall Shari answered “No, you are right, I didn’t even knock before I opened the door between the suites. I apologize. It really was my fault after all.”

“Hey, it is no problem for me, ma’am. Can I buy you dinner to help make amends? And I promise to have my clothes on when we go out, OK?”

She snickered from her suite and said “Sure! God, I can’t believe I walked into your suite like that, how stupid can I be?”

“Hey Ma’am, you were expecting Patricia, I understand. No harm done, OK? Lets just forget it ever happened. We need to work together so let’s do some strategizing while we eat, my treat, OK?”



JR: and that is how we met.

Ron: So she saw your cock even before she knew your name?

JR: Yep, worked out real good for me you know
JR: Usually I have to dance with a woman before she realizes what I got down under
JR: But with her she was instantly aware of my macho man down there
JR: Worked out real well cause I used that fact to seduce her

Ron: No shit, you seduced her that very day?

JR: Naw, took me till the middle of the night.
JR: Hey I got to go, talk at you again later!

[And JR was gone]

Ron: Hey TC is this guy bullshitting me or what?

TC: Well, we will know for sure Sunday night now won’t we?

Ron: How often you two talk, I would like to hook up with him again

TC: Every couple of days

Ron: Cool, well I better go too, my wife will be home soon and she is death on me on this messenger chat shit
Ron: See you soon man lol on Sunday for sure!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Enjoying Messenger - Part Five - Camming it
Copyright Deni Wom 2005

TC: Hey man, you pay your bucks?

Ron: You damn straight I did!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lol
Ron: I can hardly wait to see this lol
Ron, I been jerken off about ten times a day thinking about watching him fuck his broad

TC: I hate to admit it, but me too lol
TC: And I am hard again right now just thinking bout it
TC: Already got the rod out and ready lol

Ron: Hey man, you married

TC: Yeah
TC: The bitch ain’t given me any for over a month now
TC: Damn woman
TC: Says she just too tired anymore
TC: All the headaches and shit lol
TC: Beginning to think she is having an affair or some such

Ron: Sounds like my frigid fucking wife
Ron: Even brought her flowers last Friday and she still “had a headache”
Ron: Good thing that us men can jerk off and see porn on the net or we would never have sex lol

TC: No shit man
TC: OH GOD there he is, JRs on now

Ron: Oh shit God I can hardly wait for this, hope she isn’t some scabby bitch lol


Ron and TC and fourteen other men logged into JR’s cam session. At first all they could see was a bed with a white wall behind it. The bed was neatly made, and had a dark beige duvet on it.

Then they began to hear some rustling sounds. Then on their screens appeared an incredibly handsome, well-built black man dressed in black slacks and shirt. He was tall, with a wide set of shoulders, small hips, and was obviously in superb shape. He turned abruptly toward the cam and began to type on the keyboard:



JR: Turn on your speakers if you don’t have them on.
JR: Then you can hear her cumming as I fuck her
JR: I am turning on my microphone, so you will all have to click on accept hearing voice



The men did as instructed and suddenly they heard JR ask if they could all hear him OK?

Several men replied verbally, and several men typed ‘Yes’. Ron was impressed by how good the voices sounded on his computer. This was his first time hearing someone speak over the internet.

JR looked somewhere behind the camera and said “OK sweetie, walk to me and stand in front of me now.” A blurry form walked past the camera, then materialized into a woman wearing a white tank top, white short skirt, and white high heels. Her hair was platinum blonde and hung to her shoulders.

She walked to JR, standing facing him quietly, waiting patiently for his next instruction. Her small waist and narrow shoulders accentuated the violin shape of her curvy derriere. Ron could hear the sounds of the other men as they sucked in their breathes. He could hear some slap-slap sounds coming from his speakers. He could smell his own precum as it oozed down over his pistoning hand. Ron could not remember being this turned on since his wedding night.

He and his wife had both been virgins that night. The rush of memories of her body, its incredible sexy shape, her wonderful full breasts, and the exquisitely perfect sensation he had felt the first time his cock slipped into her and socketed, came flooding back to him as she watched the petite woman stand there, her white skin and white clothing contrasting sharply with the chocolate darkness of JR’s skin, and the black trousers and shirt he wore. God he missed that with his wife. It had been so long since they had . . . .

“Ron, you there man? . . . .. Hey RON!” It was JR’s voice trying to get his attention.

Ron, without thinking said “Yeah! I am hear, what do you want JR?” Then he realized he had to type. Flushing in embarrassment, he quickly typed

Ron: Yeah, I am here lol
Ron: What do you want

JR said “Hey man, hook up your head phones and mic so you can talk to me and this little beautiful slut of mine. I am going to have you tell me what to do to her as you all watch my gorgeous fuck pole pleasure her little body. You up for that?”

Ron: I don’t have any headphones and mic man lol

JR chuckled “Sure you d o man, just take the mic and headphone off your cell phone and plug it in, my man, and get it on with us!”

Ron: OK BRB

Ron found his mic-earpiece for his cell phone, then found the earphone symbol on his computer, plugged it in and said tentatively “Can ya hear me now?”

The laughter blasting from his speakers made him blush in embarrassment.

JR chuckled too, then said “Yeah stud, ‘We can hear you now!’” There were more guffaws.

Ron blushed again, but his cock was still hard as steel. The clear liquid coming out of his tiny pee hole was almost running in a river now. The smell of sex filled the room as he sat back down and looked at the incredible curves before him. She was now kissing JR, her body plastered against his, her hips tightly pressing against the huge bulge in his trousers. JR’s tongue could be seen entering, tongue fucking her mouth, his dark lips caressing her soft pinks ones, possessing her very being as she submitted totally to his needs and desires.

She still had not turned so the watching men could see her face. But the slightly ajar view they did have as they kissed told them all she was a true beauty.

After taking his fill of her kisses, JR pulled away from her and picked up a piece of white stretchy fabric. He gently, lovingly, pulled it over the top of her head, and down until it covered her forehead, eyes and nose. Her sparkling eyes were visible through slits in the half mask. Again JR kissed her softly, his mouth consuming hers in loving dominance. Her soft moaning response made Ron’s cock jerk in need of spewing.

Ron stopped stroking himself, afraid he would come too soon.

JR again looked at the camera. “Ron, can ya hear me now?” More guffaws came from Ron’s speakers.

Blushing profusely, Ron replied “Yeah JR, I’m here!”

“OK, then Ron, fiddle with your arrow keys on your computer, man. I got this cam set up so you can control it from your computer. The camera will move the direction of the arrow keys you push. Try it.”

Ron fiddled with the arrow keys on his keyboard and the camera did indeed move at his command.

“OK, now Ron, hold down the ‘Z’ key and it will zoom in. Try that.”

The cam zoomed in. Ron adjusted it right onto her voluptuous ass. He could hear groans and “Oh JEEEZ look at that fine white ass!”

“OK, now Ron, if you want to zoom back out, you hold down the shift key and also hit the ‘Z’ key”.

Ron zoomed out, then moved the camera in fits and jerks to her head, then zoomed back in. Everyone could see her cheeks blush in embarrassment below the white hood. Still, showing incredible pluck, she blew them all a kiss. The men responded with cheers and hoots of approval. She smiled widely, yet shyly.

Ron zoomed back out to show the couple as they stood there.

JR moved behind her, tenderly putting his arms around her waist, holding her, kissing her neck from behind her as he watched in his monitor what the cam was showing, allowing the men to see everything he was doing to her incredible body. Slowly JR unclasped his arms from around her and moved his hands to her waist, then raised them up until he was softly cradling her breasts in his hands. Her eyes closed as she submitted to his desires. Her face looked like that of an angel as she enjoyed his touches. The men watched his hands caressing her curves, barely daring to breathe for fear of missing something. He moved his thumbs and fingers to her nipples and began to roll them back and forth. Ron zoomed in until her torso and head filled the screen. She laid her head back onto his shoulder as he fondled her for all to see. From the way her breasts were so obviously pliable in his black hands, it was clear she had no bra on.

As he manipulated her titties, the bottom of her tank top moved upward, showing her perfect “inny” belly button and her smooth flat stomach. One of JR’s black hands moved down to her exposed tummy button. He inserted his finger into it, fucking it with tiny delicate movements with his finger. Ron zoomed smoothly back out so the men could watch JR’s descending hand.

JR’s hand moved on down, stopping as it cupped her crotch. She made no attempt to stop him in any way. Ron zoomed in on her crotch as the men gawked at her willingness to be fondled in front of them. Their eyes each went furtively to her left hand, staring at her wedding ring. They all wondered who was the unlucky schmuck that had lost her to this handsome black Adonis.

JR began to manipulate her pussy lips through her dress. All the men could see her sweet little pussy lips rolling around in response to his circling touch. She began to mewl as he massaged her gently, moving her cunt about within her panties. The men knew that JR was caressing her clittie each time he moved his hands sideways or up and down. Rising quickly toward her orgasm, she began to sink into his black hand, unable to support herself because of her overwhelming need to spread her thighs in order to allow JR his unrestricted way with her.

The sounds of multiple slap-slap-slaps was growing in volume. Multiple muffled groans emitted from Ron’s speakers.

JR released her breast and smoking hot pussy, then disappeared off camera for a few seconds. The men watched her quivering nipples as she stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. Her whole body was pulsing, causing her breasts to quiver delightfully. She held her head high, and her shoulders back, proudly showing the men her splendid form and voluptuous curves.

Ron wondered what it must be like to have a cock like JRs and be able to get women like this one to fuck him and do whatever he told them to do. Not that this woman had better shaped than his wife, mind you, but still, this sexy gorgeous woman was obviously willing to do things that his wife would slap his face and divorce him for even suggesting, hell, even thinking or fantasizing about.

JR came back into view holding a squirt gun. “Hey guys, shall I squirt her and see how much shows?”

Ron joined the rest in urging JR on. JR raised the squirt gun, aiming it at her chest. “Ron, what shall I shoot first? Left nipple or right nipple, . . . . . or cunt?”

Ron thought briefly and decided it would be great to see her nipples before he saw her cunt. Kind of like a strip tease this way. “Just below her right tit first JR,” he answered, grinning from ear to ear. ‘God this is great being in control of what happens to her fine body!’ he thought. Again he caught the musky scent of his precum as it continued to seep out and down his pulsing cock. Almost involuntarily he put his right hand back on his pulsing cock shaft, only to discover that his oozing wetness had also been wetting his balls. Now his whole shaft and both balls were slick with his own excitement. He began to stroke his balls, pulling the skin out horizontally, then letting it slide between his fingers and drop back through his lap. His cock was so hard it ached.

JR shot a long squirt of water, hitting her white tank top just below her right breast as directed. The water instantly made her tank top fabric nearly transparent. The men could see the underside of her perfectly formed breast .

“My GOD what a tit she gots!” someone muttered. “Them titties a hers are a national treasure!”

“Come on, shoot her nipples” someone urged.

She grinned at the obvious high praise for her body. Her eyes locked on JR’s and she thrust her chest out even further, daring JR to show her beauties to the gawking, masturbating men.

Someone muttered “God damn, this is better than a strip club, I can whack my jack while I watch!” His comment was met with loud laughter.

“Awright, JR, shoot them nipples!” Ron crowed, eager also to see her titties in full bloom.

JR raised the water pistol and grinned. She held her eyes fast on his as his finger pressed the trigger. Instantly, the men could see JR’s lover’s perfectly formed nipple as clear as could be.

“SHIT OH DEAR! Look at them nips! I could suck them all night long!” Again there were chuckles, but the men were so busy staring at her perfection that they could not answer coherently.

JR shot her other nipple. And there they were in all their perfect glory, for all the men to lust over.

Her chest was now rising and falling as she felt her own excitement grow.

“Now her pussy!” could be heard over and over. “Shoot her pussy, show us her cunt!”

Obviously turned on now, she spread her feet, giving JR an easy target. Her plump breasts were jiggling erotically every time she moved or breathed. Her nipples were hard inch long tubules of gorgeous sexy womanhood.

Again she stared at JR’s eyes, seeking his approval of her lewd and lascivious actions. JR smiled fondly at her. She smiled back in gratitude for his approval.

JR lowered the water gun to point at her crotch. She thrust her hips forward and spread her thighs, as though she were deliberately trying to pee without wetting herself. The men were all breathing hard, and so was she. The sounds of heavy breathing filled Ron’s speakers. Ron’s thighs were soaked with pre-cum. His eyes were glued on her married crotch. He panned the camera and zoomed in so that only the tip of the pistol and her wonton slutty crotch were visible. The men could see the faint outline of her beige thong under the white fabric.

As if in slow motion, JR squeezed the trigger, the water arced toward her proud exposure crotch, striking her with a slight splash. The men watched as her panties were suddenly visible through the white wet fabric of her skirt. Then, as the water soaked through her thong, the men could see the clear outline of her smooth and hairless, pouty pussy lips staring at them. Several of them gasped audibly when they realized that her sweet little white pussy was bald. They could all tell that her pussy lips were widely opened and ready for a great fucking.

“Damn I bet she be wet as a whore peeing.” someone mumbled.

JR let the men view his little slut’s cunt for a few brief moments, then moved behind her. Ron panned back out.

JR took her shoulders and ever so slightly rotated them back and forth with his hands. Her braless breasts undulated back and forth in one of the most seductive sights known to mankind. Her nipples rippled across the fabric of her wet tank top, dragging slightly so that they had to catch up to her jiggling mammary tissue. Once her nipples reached their zenith, her plump firm breasts were already heading back in the other direction, causing her nipples to whipsaw slightly to catch up with the rest of her firm smooth flesh. The men began to wolf whistle.

Ron found himself wondering what his own wife would look like if he did that to her. Briefly he fantasized about standing behind his wife, facing the mirror in their bedroom, and jiggling her shoulders back and forth while watching her ripe breasts wave back at him seductively. Ron sighed knowing that was never going to happen. He almost came as he stroked his cock as he fantasized about her. He realized just in time that he was starting to swell, and backed off completely from jerking his cock off. It had been a close one!

When Ron looked back up, JR had turned his little white whore around to face him head on, giving the men a profile view of the couple. Her tits were phenomenal! And that flat tummy of hers! ‘God, it is as flat, or maybe even flatter than my wife’s,’ Ron thought!

Then Ron heard JR say “You ready to get my big black cock out and worship it my little white slut whore?” She nodded enthusiastically as she dropped to her knees and began to unbuckle, unzip, and lower his trousers.

“You like me selling your body as a whore, little slut?”

Clear and strong she answered him in a submissive, seductive tone. “My body is yours baby, you can do with it what you want to. Just reward me with your big black beautiful cock baby.” Her voice was like sweet honey as she cooed her response. She was lowering JR’s underwear as she answered.

Ron could see a penis as thick as his arm being uncovered as her small white hands continued to lower his boxers. Suddenly it sprang forth, smashing into her cheek as she tried to capture it with her mouth and hands as it sprang forth. It was the most gorgeous cock that Ron had ever seen in his life! Truly, the picture that JR had emailed him did not do his black prick justice! The huge thick black member that was waving around for all to see was without question the king of all cocks. No wonder a beautiful white woman as beautiful as this would give up anything to have it inside her.



Enjoying Messenger - Part Six - Getting off (Twice)
Copyright Deni Wom 2005

Ron and the rest of the men watched as the small white woman caressed and stroked the large thick gorgeous black penis. The shaft was thicker than her arm and seemed to be almost as long. Ron knew that could not be the case. Never the less, he was mesmerized by her obvious devotion and adoration of the huge black prick.

JR stripped of his shirt and stood there in all his glory. The man’s pectoral muscles were huge, with wide shoulders, narrow hips, and his cock, OH MY GOD! What a cock! Ron could not take his eyes off the perfection that the woman was rubbing softly across her cheeks, kissing and stroking in obviously dreamlike erotic fulfillment. She began to moan, being with the one thing in her life that seemed to totally fulfill her. Her eyes were closed and the look of serenity and lust in her face was obvious to every man watching her. She began to caress her own breasts with the head of the huge black phallus even as she kissed and licked the base of its pendulous shaft. She showered kisses all over JR’s heavily muscled dark chocolate abdomen, her white face blissfully nuzzling his black well defined six pack even as she began to rub the black penis between her perfect plump breasts. She was clearly in sexual heaven.

Suddenly, even though he was not even touching his penis, Ron felt his balls belch cum and before he could grab his prick, it erupted, showering his face and chest with his own sperm. Ron was so surprised by his visceral reaction to the events on his screen that he instantly looked down at his cock. His mouth sprang open in surprise, and the second rope of cum splatted fully within his own mouth. He was so shocked by this turn of events that he continued to stare at his cock, open mouthed, and the next two ropes of his own ejaculate also squirted into his shocked orifice, traveling the full length of his tongue and splashing off of the back of his throat. Too late, Ron closed his mouth and was rewarded with the last long rope of his own cum on his left eyelid and forehead.

All Ron could think about was that he had never cum that hard nor with that amount of cum before in his entire life! The taste of his own cum slowly seeped into his startled brain. He instinctively moved his tongue within his mouth a bit, sampling the taste of his own ejaculate. Salty sweet he realized, smooth. ‘Not bad, not bad at all!’ Ron ran his finger along his cheek and gathered a bit more of his cum and fed himself. He had to admit to himself he liked the taste of his own cum. Carefully, so as not to waste any, he gathered it all from his eye lid and face and enjoyed every last bit.

Ron wished he could tell his wife about this, how he had tasted his own cum, but he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt she would not welcome the news. ‘God I wish my wife could enjoy cocks like the woman on my monitor does’ Ron thought. Her sensuous soft lips were now showering the thick ebony shaft with her soft devoted kisses. Ron realized that she was in reality worshipping JR’s manly penis. The serenity on her face told the whole story.

Ron’s cock, even though he had just shot the biggest load of cum in his life, was still hard as a rock! Tentatively he touched himself again. His prick jumped at the slight sensation of his fingers touching his flesh. It wavered there pulsing, ready to fuck a woman. ‘If there was just a woman her to enjoy this,’ Ron thought. “Wouldn’t be my wife though, cause she hates sex!” Ron lamented to no one in particular.

“What you say Ron?” JR was looking at the cam, a smirk on his face.

“Wha? UH,” Ron stammered. “I was just thinking that, uh, well, uh . . . .. “ Ron could not bring himself to admit what had just happened.

Then his speakers emitted “MY GOD! I just shot cum all over myself. Shit this is so hot. My cock is still like a rock! Come on man, lets get this show on the road, I wanna see this little white cunt get fucked by your black pole man!”

Ron exhaled sharply, relieved that he spot light had been taken off of his unfortunate, unintentional explosion.

JR crooked his finger at the woman on her knees before him, caressing and kissing his abundant sex package. She stood, facing him, her face turned up to him, waiting to do his bidding.

“What you want me to do now Ron?” JR asked.

“Take her top off so we can see you play with her titties,” Ron answered.

JR leaned over and kissed her upturned mouth, then turned her around to face the camera. “Whose body is this, my little slut?” JR asked her.

The woman blushed profusely under the white head mask that covered half of her face. “It is yours JR, ALL yours to do with as you wish.”

“Is this gorgeous body your husbands, my sweet slut?”

“No JR, he is not allowed to touch it any more. You are all I want.”

“But do you still love him? Your husband? Does my devoted whore still love her husband?”

The woman thought for a moment and then replied “Yes, I still love him deeply, it is just that his Pee-Pee is so small in comparison to yours and I love the sensation of your flesh buried deep inside my womb, stimulating my body in ways I did not even know were possible before you first . . .. . . .. uh . . . .. . . first . . . .uh .. . enjoyed me.”

JR chuckled at that. “Before I WHAT? . . . . . . . . . Say the words I taught you, my sweet little slut.”

Again she blushed crimson. Then taking a huge deep breath, screwing up her courage, she said softly “Before you fucked me with your big black prick, JR, and came gallons and gallons inside my black cock slut cunt and fucked my white cunt over and over again for days until I can not enjoy any other prick fucking my twat except yours.” Her nipples bulged to erect, obvious hardness, belying her inner embarrassment and branding herself as the slut she had just professed to be. She began to tremble, then her hips began to buck, and if there had been a cock in front of her, the men watching knew she would be fucking it without restraint. JR softly put his arms around her waist and held her gently as her orgasm consumed her whole body. JR pulled her tank top up so that the men could see her breasts bouncing and shimmying and shaking as she came violently. Her eyes began to roll back in her head, then her eye lids slid closed. She slumped into his strong protective arms, out like a light bulb on the overnight economy express to Baghdad.

JR smiled at the cam and assured everyone that she was fine, that she had just felt such bliss that she had experienced Petite Morte, the little death. He explained that she would be awake again in just a few minutes.

JR laid her on the bed, then carefully pulled her dress over her hips, down and off, then spread her legs so that the cam had unrestricted view of her thong covered pussy. Ron zoomed in on her thong, his erection turning to pulsating steel. His cock was aching with its continued hardness.

JR sat down beside her on the bed. He teasingly slid his ebony fingers across her flat tummy and began to caress her thong covered kitty lips. The men could see the pliability of her sweet little pussy as he moved her little lips about. With two fingers he pushed it gently around her pubic mound. Her pliable little pussy being moved around as if JR owned it lock stock and barrel was so incredibly erotic to the men watching that Ron could now hear the other men groaning again, their hands obviously pistoning up and down their cock shafts, the slap-slap-slap of furious masturbation filled the room, and the bedroom JR and the woman was in.. It was like seeing her pussy, but NOT seeing her pussy. Ron zoomed in even further. The men could now see the shapes of her pouty little furrows. They could see the translucent white pussy-juice-caused wet-spot in the panel of her thong covered pussy. The men could see that her kitty was beginning to overflow, and to emit its collected desires from within itself in preparation for penetration from her man’s fuck pole. They could see how widely opened her vaginal lips were, how ready her body was to accept JR’s big black cock.

JR slipped his hand under her sexy sodden underwear. His finger curled down, caressing her clittie as she lay there, passed out from utter bliss.

Finally the impatient men heard a soft moan, a low, needy, sexy moan. Her eyes fluttered open. She graced JR with a brilliant smile. She instinctively spread her legs wider, giving him full access to her privacy. Her hand moved to cover his, pressing it into her, guiding his finger as he pleasured her.

JR smiled. “Now my sweet little whore, you get your reward. Tell these men what my little whore wants right now baby!”

Without a second’s hesitation she stretched out her delicate white fingers toward JR’s huge black cock, ready to guide it into her wanting wanton cunt. “Come fuck my cunt baby with that big black cock and cum inside my pussy,” she crooned, smiling into his eyes. “Come here and fuck your little slutty whore baby! Cum fill my whore’s cunt with your black baby making cum. Breed me baby. Breed me deep and full of your cum. Fuck that gorgeous cock of yours into my pussy and make a baby inside me.” She began to cum again, the last few words being almost a sob as her body self-triggered into a writhing, fomenting orgasm of utter abandon.

Watching her spasming pussy lips through their nearly invisible covering, Ron’s balls again erupted, sending spurt after spurt upward and out of his penis. This time he actively tried to catch his cum in his mouth, relishing the tastes of his ardor, his eyes glued to his screen where the woman was bouncing her hips up and down, trying to drive JR’s hand into her needy cunt.




Enjoying Messenger - Part Seven - She finally gets it
Copyright Deni Wom 2005

Slowly the shuddering body of the woman slowed its humping abandon. Over five minutes or so, she calmed to a few rhythmic pulses. Her orgasmic grimace slowly relaxed into blissful, soft smile. Then her eyes again focused on the blackness hanging above her widely opened pussy. Her face quickly assumed the look of a woman driven to find fulfillment.

Ron watched as the woman’s mouth again turned to a mask of needy wanton lust as the black penis approached her portal. Ron’s cock, though soft from cumming quickly twice, was already feeling the tickle between his balls and anus that alerted him of his continuing arousal. He zoomed the cam in on her sweet pussy, showing the rest of the men how wide her cuntal opening had dilated in preparation for its fulfillment by the thick black cock.

“Oooooooooooooh God! Look at that little fuck hole all wide open and ready for huge cock like that!” someone muttered, his voice full of unfulfilled need.

Someone answered “Yeah, no shit man, look at how it is wide gaping open and just trying to grab that cock to suck it dry!”

Someone else added “Man, give me one shot at that cunt and I’ll fucking fill it with cum! Right up to its slut lips!”

Ron found himself chiming in “Go JR fuck that pussy full of your cum! Fill that cunt to the brim, . . . . and then fuck it again. Go ahead, take your married white woman’s cunt and fill it with your black cum. Take the little whore’s birth control away and breed that little slut with your black baby making cum, man!” Ron’s cock leaped to hardness as he was urging JR on. Ron’s balls started to ache from being hard so much and cumming already several times. His hand found his meat and began to stroke it. ‘Damn! Hard again in ten minutes! Gotta be a record!’ His eyes were glued to that sweet little pink open mouthed and hungry pussy that filled his monitor.

“Please JR, please baby, I need you! I need that black cock of yours to fuck my little white p-p-p-p-p . . . ..” She began to wail in her overwhelming need for her lover’s perfect cock. Her hand caressed it, she blew kisses at it, she tried to pull it to her little sodden, pulsing cunt hole. The men could see her wetness within her widely opened lips. Her open needy cunt seemed obscene to the men in the most erotic of ways. Such a small woman, such a huge cunt opening smiling at each and every one of them! Clearly she was ready, ready to be fucked by the huge head and shaft of her lovers monster cock.

JR touched her sweet lips with the tip of his cock. She humped her hips up, trying to capture his manhood. “Oh good baby, please baby, don’t tease me honey, please fuck my c-c-c-c-c-unt---t-t-t-t—t-t-t.” Her body exploded into orgasm again, her head shaking back and forth, her hips shuddering in convulsive need.

‘God,’ Ron thought, ‘Look at that! She actually wants a cock to fuck her cunt! Why can’t my wife be like that, begging for my cock?’ Ron was lightly running his finger tips up and down his trembling cock shaft, trying not to cum again until JR actually was fucking her and cumming inside her randy cunt. Ron zoomed the cam out till they could all see JR standing above her fibrillating body.

JR waited until she regained control of her body, then smiled down at her. JR, in the gentlest of voices asked her “Well sweetheart, are we ready to give up the birth control pills yet?”

The woman’s eyes focused on JR’s eyes as she said distinctly “Yes baby, this body is yours, and it will bear a baby for you if that s what you want from it. Just fuck me. Please baby, just fuck me with that glorious cock of yours. Please baby, I can’t stand it any more, I need your big black cock to fuck my whore’s cunt. Please baby.”

JR smiled at her again. He arched his eyebrows, then said “Like this?” and he plunged his cock deep into her white wet gaping cunt.

She screamed and wrapped her legs around JR’s ass and pulled his cock even deeper into her spasming cunt as she began to scream in an orgasm so strong that her whole body shook out of control. Her breasts rolled around, and up and down her chest as she writhed in bliss.

The sounds of slap-slap-slap became a drum beat as the men instinctively synchronized their masturbatory strokings. Ron counted seven other men cumming in grunting euphoria before he himself exploded with cum that shot up, arched over, and hit his screen, then ran down right between the image of her spread thighs, right across her little cunt so hugely stretched by JR’s monster cock impaling her. She came for an eternity, becoming soaked with sweat as JR simply held his cock inside her, half socketed.

Suddenly her body went limp as she passed out cold.




Enjoying Messenger - Part Eight - Wanting Deep Satisfaction
Copyright Deni Wom 2005

Ron zoomed the cam in close so the men could see the way her little pussy was stretched to the max around JR’s thick black cock. Her little pussy was still pulsing, even though she was passed out. They could see her plump breasts, and her nipples still hugely erect and turgid, through the space between JR’s spread legs and her little stretched out pussy. Her flat tummy was moving up and down, gasping for breath, and her gorgeous full breasts were still jiggling with her deep rapid breathing. Ron heard two more men cum as they saw her body so completely pleasured by JR’s blackness.

“My fucking god!” Someone murmured. “Her cunt is done stretched to the max. Look at that shit!”

Ron was mesmerized to see that JR was only half way into her, and yet it had been enough to make her pass out from cumming. ‘God what I would give to have a cock like that,’ Ron thought. ‘Look what it does to this little slut! And JR is just standing there, his cock hard as rock and his balls still full of black baby making cum. ‘GOD! Look at the size of his stones! SHIT! He must have a cup of cum inside them babies!” Ron’s cock began to harden again! For the forth time! ‘My God!’ he thought. He reached down and again touched his cock in unbelieving wonder. ‘Fourth time in less than a half an hour, I am hard again. NEVER done this before.’ Ron could not conceive of how incredible it must be to be able to turn women on like JR could.

He wished he could talk to his wife about this. But he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt she would slap his face and tell him to sleep on the couch if he even breathed a word of what he had witnessed this evening.

After a few minutes, the woman again began to stir. After a few more seconds, her eyes flew open and within seconds she began to fuck her cunt up and down JR’s pole. It was like a miracle to Ron, that a woman could love to fuck as much as this.

She looked up at JR and began to beg again, “Please baby, cum in side me, reward me with your cummies inside my whore’s cunt honey. I want you to cum inside me all the time now, not waste it. Let’s make babies honey. Let’s make big black cocked baby boys to pleasure and breed all the white women in the world honey, OK? Would you like that? To make a bunch of little boy babies with huge cocks like yours that no woman can resist, and have lots and lots of grand babies from your boys fucking white women and knocking them up honey? Oh god, Oh GOD, OH GOD! Oh shit oh dear of fuck and shit and piss oh FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” She began to wail in desperate need again as the men watched, bug eyed, at her ability to cum and cum and cum. Not one of their wives had ever given any indication that they could be like this, so sexual, so alive, so ready to be inseminated by cock.

Still JR had not moved his cock, and the wetness from her pussy still only wetted JR’s ebony manhood to about two thirds of his full length. The men began to wonder why JR had not bottomed in this slut’s cunt. Perhaps he was just too long? Perhaps her womb could not take it all? The men watched as she flipped her hips up a down on JR’s length, trying to get him to move inside her.

JR stood there, looking down at her like a gentle giant, his horse sized cock buried in her soaked and leaking twat, watching her beg for him to fuck her. He smiled at her softly, then said. “So you are ALL mine now? Your body is mine? Are you going to throw away your birth control pills tonight? We are going to breed you to conceive my little black babies? You are going to be my fuck whore and my delicious slut? And you will do whatever I want you to do? Is that what you are saying my sweet little black cock slut?”

Her mouth, eager yet desperate, answered “Yes baby, yes! Yes, I am yours and I want to bear your baby and I want to be your whore and I want you to use my body in whatever way turns you on. Please baby, fuck me full of your black baby making cummies! Please baby, PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Her over stimulated little body began to cum again, and within a few seconds, she once more passed out.

JR’s cock still had not penetrated her to full depth. His balls hung there on this thick shaft like pomegranates on the branch of a pomegranate tree. They were hanging half way down his thighs. They seemed to squirm in readiness to breed this little womb below him.

JR looked at the cam and chuckled, then asked “So . . . .. y’all ready to see this lil slut take ALL my cock yet?”

Ron heard at least three men instantly have simultaneous cums.

Someone muttered “Shit, all over my screen and keyboard!”




Enjoying Messenger - Part Nine - AaaaaaaAAAAHHHHHH!
Copyright Deni Wom 2005

Ron looked at the ebony prick buried part way into the stretched kitty lips. Her wetness had begun to escape her kitty, and had run down her sweet little bum , coating her perfect little rose. It glistened in the bright lights of the room. Ron zoomed in on her rose. It was pulsing with her heartbeat. Ron wondered what it felt like to be inside a woman’s asshole. His wife was adamant about NEVER allowing him inside that part of her. Hell, she wouldn’t even let him kiss or lick her there. Even back right after they had gotten married, she had been very unadventurous. ‘Nothing like this woman begging for JR’s penis,’ thought Ron.

After what felt like forever, she stirred again. The men sat forward on their stools. Ron could feel the abrasion on the side of his cock where his zipper rubbed as he jerked off. He wished he had more time before his wife was due home. He glanced nervously at his watch. She should be home at any time now, he realized. He wanted to be able to get naked and nasty lewd in his little home office. But there was no door, and if Alice walked through the door now, she would be able to see him before he could get dressed again. And if she had any inkling of what he had been up to, . . . . . . Ron shuddered at the thought.

Focusing again, watching the outrageous sexual action live on his computer screen, Ron again began to stroke his cock as she regained consciousness.

As with the previous time, her eyes immediately went to the black penis that was partially imbedded within her stretched out cunt. Ron zoomed back out so the men could see all of the interracial couple.

This time she just purred at JR. “Do I get all of you now baby? Do I get your whole penis inside me?” Her face was smiling, but her eyes were pleading with JR.

“Yeah baby, you have earned a good fucking now.”

“And you’re going to shoot your cummies inside me this time, right?”

“Yeah sweet slut! I am going to cum inside your little womb all the time now. No more condoms or pulling out anymore. I will feed your hungry cunt all my black cum from now on. Right on your cervix baby, right where your womb can suck it in and make us our little black baby. That’s what you want, right?”

“Oh GOD yes baby!”

JR picked her little body up and turned her toward the cam. Then, from behind her, he reached down and raised her knees up, holding her little alabaster body in his arms. The contrast between their sizes, and their skin colors, was breath taking. His biceps in his upper arms bulged and his quads rippled beneath the skin of his thighs. Her legs were spread wide open, her pussy fully exposed, as was her little glistening rosebud. Slowly JR lowered her onto his bulbous cock head. Her spongy wet gaping pussy accepted him without any resistance. Her wedding ring sparkled in the lights as the black man impaled her again with his potent prick.

Ron wondered if her husband noticed how sloppy her cunt was when they had sex now, or if her husband was like him, never getting to insert his manhood inside his wife any more. Ron zoomed the cam in to show only her torso, her lower body, and JR’s horse cock and balls.

The men could see JR’s huge cock head slowly sliding into her open-mouthed vagina and stretching it even wider. As his purple cock head slipped into her, her pussy seemed to close a bit, then again begin to open back up as his shaft began to enter her. She began to mewl in bliss as JR again filled her with her hearts desire. Her eyes close and her head sank back against his chest. JR raised her and lowered her up and down across the juncture of his cock head and cock shaft. Each time her pussy would appear to suck at his cock head as it slipped deeper into her. Her little pussy lips would extend out like a child sucking on a pop sickle.

After a few minutes, JR lowered her tiny body further, and his cock began to move further into her wetness. Her mouth opened in delight as she felt him enter her deeper and deeper. She began to murmur in sibilant purrs. Her mouth formed a tiny O as she felt him lower her, impaling her deeper . . . . . and deeper.

The men watched her body continue to accept black cock into her tiny white abdomen. After he had entered her to about two thirds of his cock, the men realized they could see her abdomen expanding from JR’s cock head entering her so deeply. Ron zoomed in. The men watched the distinct form of a penis enter her as her belly swelled in the shape of JR’s cock head as he slid deeper into her tummy.

Ron looked down and saw that she had now accepted three quarters of JR’s hugeness. His pomegranate sized testicles were nearing her flawless bum. The men could see the huge sack churning the round testicles within, readying them to fill her little body with more sperm than she could possibly hold within her stretched-to-the-limits womb.

JR continued to lower her body on to his horse cock. Her sexy belly button bulged as his cock head passed underneath.

Ron looked back down at her cunt and watched the last half inch slid inside her body.

Ron held the zoom there for a few seconds, then zoomed back out. Her mouth was working rapidly now. Ron zoomed in to see if he could see what she was saying. Her lips seemed to be saying “Oh god yes, oh god yes, oh god yes. Then she seemed to say, “Yes baby, fuck that huge black prick up my horny fuck twat and make me your whore baby. I am your whore baby. I am your cheap white slut whore fuck cunt black cock slut whore.”

She began to cum as Ron zoomed back out, showing them all her spasming body as JR began to pull cock from within her body.

JR pulled a foot of cock out of her, then began to insert it again. Her tiny body was writhing in orgasm now. Her pussy was clenching the black man’s prick as it worked its way inside her, then again began to withdraw. Her cunt’s wetness began to drip from JR’s cock in slimy streams. Obviously her body was copiously lubricating her cunt for easy use by what was stuffing it. JR again moved into her, speeding up his movements now. They watched her belly swell with her filling, then deflate as his cock pulled back out.

Ron wondered what it felt like to be filled with something that huge. He was in awe of this tiny woman that could take such a long thick prick. Not only take it, but seemed to now live for it. She seemed so totally devoted and desirous of it fucking her cunt. Ron wondered if she could ever say no to JR using her, owning her. He wondered what her husband would do if JR moved in with them, the husband’s wife pregnant by this black man’s baby making sperm. Ron wondered what HE would do in that situation.

JR turned and placed the woman on her knees on the bed. His cock was still within her vaginal sheath.

He began to hammer her with his huge black prick. She screamed in pleasure. YES YOU FUCK STUD! FUCK THIS CUNT! YESSSSSSSS FUCK THIS WHORES CUNT! MAKE ME PREGNANT! FUCK YEAH!”

JR hammered her pussy, driving her onto her chest . She was screaming profanity nonstop now. JR pulled completely out of her cunt then slammed himself back in full depth. He socketed deep into her and paused. “Ron, zoom in on her cunt, I want you guys to see her cunt, how huge it is after I pull out of it.” He laughed as Ron zoomed in tight. JR pulled out slowly, leaving his cock head inside her pussy for a few seconds then suddenly jerked it out.

Ron could hear men masturbating furiously as they saw what seemed to be a wide pink cavern with a huge mouth facing them. JR suddenly stuck a ball bat into the gaping cunt hole, plunging the wide end deep into her vaginal opening. He then began to rotate the bat within her cunt, moving the handle in ever widening circles as he continued to stretch her open further and further. Ron could not believe how big her cunt stretched as JR moved the bat handle in huge circles. JR moved the bat handle up so that it aligned with her asshole, then withdrew it until only the blunt end was inside her. He tapped the bat handle a few times, driving the blunt end into her G-Spot. She screamed in pleasure, her who body shuddering in glee..

She was screaming non-stop at the top of her lungs now, feeling the humiliation of being so grossly opened as the men watched her depraved response. She screamed for more and more, deeper and deeper, and more and more wooden phallus stuck in her cunt. JR obliged her every wish, even as his prick wobbled in front of the camera.

The men were cumming regularly now, splattering cum all over their computers and hands and desks.

JR pulled the bat back out. The men could hear the sucking sound and then the loud TTTHHHHHHHWUCCCCCKKKKKKKK! it made as her pussy snapped back shut. The cam was zoomed so tight that the men could see her cunt walls slamming against each other as the suction from the bat removal slammed her cunt closed.

The woman on her knees was gasping for breath now, her chest heaving, her whole body sucking for air. Her hair was a wet mass of blonde strings.

JR moved back behind her and again placed his prick head at her leaking cunt hole. “You goin get fucked now bitch. I goin fuck your little whore cunt now! You goin take all my cunt filling cock now slut. We goin show these men how you can take cum. How you can take black man’s cum inside that whore’s womb a yours!”

JR slammed his horse cock into her womb to the hilt. She began to scream again, not in pain, but in utter unbridled lust. She was now a mare in heat and her animalistic scream of lust showed her depraved need.

JR’s balls began to tighten, rising toward the base of his shaft. Then the men saw them clench, and they knew his cum was shooting toward this whore’s pussy. He slammed deep into her, then withdrew fully, leaving an inch of air between his cock head and her body, then slammed deep into her again. She screamed in lust again, humping back against his battering. JR slapped her butt, leaving a huge hand shaped red mark. “Take my cum you bitch, take it all!” he bellowed.

She turned her face toward the cam. Ron was shocked by the feral look on her face. It was as though she was a primitive animal in breeding lust.

Again JR slammed deep into her cunt, then forcefully withdrew fully. His cock was pumping cum as he slammed back into her. The rope of cum that was discharging into her cunt when his cock withdrew splashed off her welted butt cheek and seemed to bounce onto her back. JR pulled back out again. The ropes of cum were still firing from his cock.

This time when JR slammed back in, his pistoning cock forced cum back out of her chock full cunt. It splashed off JR’s thighs even as his cock was pulling back out. Time and time again he slammed into her womb, and each time huge whooshes of cum were forced back out, splashing off his thighs and coating her ass as his thighs slammed into her buttocks. Her whole body was quivering as JR withdrew, and then shuddering from head to toe as he slammed back in.

JR thrusts began to slow now. His balls were still shooting cum bullets into her womb, but the cum was now simply running out of her cunt, rather than being forced out by the battering ram of a cock. After fifteen or twenty more deep thrust as he continued to cum, JR slowed, then stopped, gasping for breath, he slumped over her back. Her whole body was heaving, trying to find air.

She collapsed under him. As she slumped slowly forward onto the mattress, JR’s cock slowly slipped from within her cunt like a fire hose being reeled out. The men could hear the sucking sound as it slid from within her belly.

Ron heard his wife’s car pull in. Furiously he shut down the messenger program and grabbed a book, pretending to read.

His wife walked into his office. Her eyes regarded him intently. “Why are you breathing hard honey? . . . . You face is red!”

Ron stammered, searching for an answer.

“And why is your book upside down? What have you been doing?” she demanded. She walked over to his desk and looked down. In his haste and panic, Ron had forgotten to stuff his painfully rigid penis back through his zipper.




Enjoying Messenger - Part Ten - Sinking
Copyright Deni Wom 2005

“Ron?” She tapped her foot in stern exasperation.

“What!” A scowl was his answer.

“Why did you have your wiener waving around in the air like that? Were you MASturbating?” A giggle toyed with the corners of her mouth. She turned away so he could not see it.

“Damn it! NO!”

She stamped her foot. “Ron, don’t you dare swear like that. You know I don’t like swearing!” She crossed her arms in front of her chest, hiding her hardening nipples cresting her small breasts. “You WERE masturbating weren’t you?”

Ron blushed crimson.

“Well!” she humphed, “Go on, masturbate while I watch you! You were going to and I interrupted, so do it. I will watch you satisfy yourself.” Her tone was harsh and anything but sexy. Watching her husband’s penis in erection, knowing there was no way she was going to give him relief within her body tonight was a real turn on for her. She loved the power of controlling the sex in their relationship. She starred at his erection as he tried to hide it under the book. “I’ll even play with your balls while you, . . . . . what do you guys call it? Whack off!” She put her hand on his rock hard erection.

The ache in Ron’s balls and cock blossomed into real pain. He had cum too many times in a short period. Her felt like something had his cock shaft in a vice, and his balls were being squeezed and hammered.

“Well! Go on, whack off, show me how you guys get relief when their wives won’t let them make love to her!” Her smirk was obvious now.

Ron stomped out of the room, his hands shielding the view of his rigid cock waving back and forth as he left in a hurry. Alice started to laugh aloud as he stomped away in a huff. ‘Men and their penises!’ She laughed till she had to sit down, holding her sides.

In the bathroom he realized he had a problem, his cock was not going to wilt on him. He seemed to have a permanent erection. He tried slapping it with the palm of his hand, but that only made it a harder. He tried masturbating, but without some sort of external stimulation, he just couldn’t get there. He realized he would just have to live with the pain and the erection till it went down. He unbuckled his belt and pants and carefully placed his too sensitive manhood in its normal place, then re-buckled and zipped himself in. He cock was painfully bent inside his trousers. He furtively snuck out into his shop and tried to work on a wood working project, but he could not concentrate. God his cock ached.

As he worked distractedly around his shop, any stimulation at all, of ANY kind, would cause him to get a hard-on again. Even the sensation of his underwear caressing his shaft would balloon him back to painful hardness.

When he went to bed, Alice made a point of deliberately acting sexy, showing him her beautiful small breasts as she stood at the end of the bed, watching his eyes, and periodically glancing at his unrelenting hard-on tenting the bed clothes. Ron had never seen her do this before. She even stimulated her small nipples to their own tiny erections by rolling them back and forth between her thumb and fingers as he watched, wondering why she was doing this to him. Her hand even swoped across her naked, spread legged kitty as she stood there watching his eyes watch her. She suckled her middle finger as he stared. His aching erection was pumping up and down as he saw his beloved wife acting as she had never acted before.

When she crawled into bed, uncharacteristically naked, he reached for her. But she rebuffed his amorous intentions, saying, “I just want to touch myself tonight baby, you can take care of yourself, honey. . . . . . . You can watch me if you want to.”

Alice had NEVER done ANYthing similar to that before. Not in their entire marriage. As she wriggled under the covers, her wrist causing ripples in the coverlet, her eyelids fluttering in delight, she seemed to making deliberate delighted cooings, sounds that could only be a part of sexing. She touched her own tight body, periodically glancing over at Ron as he lay there goo-goo eyed, watching her fluid, dancing movements under the blankets.

She deliberately bumped his aching cock several times, and it seemed she did it every time his cock was just about to soften.

Finally she exploded into an orgasm, shrieking “Yes! Yes! YES!” to some unseen lover in her erotic fantasy. She had never cum like that before with him! She had never seemed to even enjoy sex at all before tonight!

Ron lay there till past midnight, his unremittingly rigid cock tenting the sheets. He tried not to move, but just breathing was enough to cause the stimulation against the sheets he tried desperately to avoid. His mind was filled with the visions of his previously staid wife performing lewd, self gratuitous, self stimulation right there in front of him.

Finally he drifted off.

His dreams were of women being fucked by grossly bloated black cocks, taking cum shot after cum shot from overly handsome black men while he sat there in the corner watching them, beating his meat. He woke several times with the same erection aching away at his crotch. When he awoke the next morning, he was groggy, crotchety, and his balls ached like someone had been beating them mercilessly all night long.

He realized that Alice was again touching herself noisily as he awakened. After she again came explosively, she smiled dreamily at him, giggled, then went into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. He could hear her talking and giggling and cooing softly on her cell phone as she bathed and got ready for work.

[Two nights later]
TC: Hey man, you left in a hurry the other night

Ron: lol, yeah
Ron: My wife walked in right as JR was filling the sluts cunt with his cum.
Ron: God does he shoot a huge cum

TC: No shit man
TC: Even more than Peter North
TC: Looked like ten times as much as the Peter man has
TC: Didn’t think it would ever stop lol

Ron: So what happened after I left?

TC: JR told us that next week he is going to fuck her asshole
TC: Then the week after that
TC: Hes going to start fucking her every night as he breeds her black lol
TC: Her husbands going out of town for a week
TC: So he is going to move in with her for that week
TC: thats the week shes most fertile lol

Ron: My god
Ron: He is really going to do this?
Ron: Make her pregnant with his little bastard?

TC: Yeah, 50 bucks for watching her get it up the ass
TC: And 100 bucks a night to watch him breed her.

Ron: God Seven hundred bucks to watch her get filled with cum
Ron: Too rich for my blood

TC: Me too
TC: But Im for sure going to watch her get it in the ass next week
TC: He is going to sell her to five men and gang bang her while we watch
TC: Hes going to keep his cock up her ass
TC: while they all fuck her and she gives them BJs

Ron: Oh my god

TC: Yeah lol that will be something
TC: Watch a gang bank live
TC: Going to jerk off every night thinking a that!


[The next night}
JR: So you two enjoy watching me fuck my little whore?

TC: No shit man lol
TC: came five times!
TC: God my cock ached for days

JR: How about you Ron?

Ron: It was great until my wife caught me lol

JR: Your wife caught you?

Ron: Yeah, couldn’t get my cock stuffed back in my pants soon enough

JR: So what happened?

Ron: Well
Ron: Not sure actually

JR: Cum on man, give us the scoop

Ron: Fuck no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TC: Cum on man spill it

Ron: Too damn embarrassing

JR: Hey man
JR: You talk about embarrassing
JR: I let you watch me fuck a whore

Ron: Good lookin whore at that

JR: Hey man tell us and Ill let you watch me breed her for free
JR: I s watching the videos of me fuckin her
JR: last night and you done good!!
JR: all the zoomin and shit. Lol
JR: So spill it and get to watch me breed a white whore for free.

Ron: NO SHIT!!!!!
Ron: FREE???????????
Ron: God
Ron: OK well see my wife is not into sex
Ron: Then last night
Ron: After she caught me jerking off
Ron: All a sudden she is masturbating in bed right in front of me
Ron: Won’t let me touch her
Ron: This morning she is doing it again.
Ron: Then gets up and locks the door to the bathroom and
Ron: Talks all sexy on the phone to someone while she is getting ready for work
Ron: I think she is having an affair or some such shit

JR: Sure nuff sounds like it
JR: Send me her pic naked maybe I’ll fuck her for you lol




Enjoying Messenger - Part Eleven - First Experiences
Copyright Deni Wom 2005

Ron: You son of a bitch lol

JR: Hey man just joking

Ron: Damn well better be lol
Ron: Shit who am I kidding, she is already fucking around on me
Ron: What difference does it matter if its your cock or someone elses thats doing her

TC: Shit man if my old lady was to be getting strange cock I would least hope it was something like JRs where I can see why hes getting her poontang

Ron: Good point

JR: So like I said man let me at her pussy
JR: Ill make sure she is a happy little cunt
JR: Look at it this way
JR: She will be smiling every day all day and
JR: you dont have to lift a finger to please her
JR: Leave all the hard work to me
JR: Just like my little slut you been watching me fuck with my big black dick

TC: Hey man tell us the rest of the story about how you met her

Ron: Yeah finish the damn story you started then wimped out on the other night

JR: So you guys want to hear about the first time I laid dick in her huh?

TC: You damn strait

Ron: Fuck yeah

JR: Well lets see
JR: I already told you that I took a shower
JR: And when I came out here she was staring at my dick as I was drying off
JR: All righteous and shit about me being naked in my own hotel room
JR: And I reminded her that damn door was shut when I went into the shower

Shari stood there, not really believing she was staring at the man’s huge penis. She knew she should shut her eyes and leave. But she couldn’t. This penis was clearly not ordinary by any stretch of her imagination. And black. God was this man black. And it must be true! It had to be true! Black men were well endowed! ‘But can “that” be just “well endowed” at that size?’ She wondered, trying desperately to not stare at ‘it’.

The man had been saying something hadn’t he? What did he ask her? ‘Oh god, he is walking toward me!’ Her eyes could not stop watching how it moved back and forth as he walked. As he walked toward her. As he walked toward her naked. As he walked toward her, with his incredible penis just swinging back and forth, like it was foot loose and fancy free and he and she had been intimate and he had put it inside her and he had made glorious love to her and he was so good to her and his hugeness had given her all the glorious orgasms she could ever want and his big black beauty was hers to enjoy over and over and she could have him whenever she wanted to and . . . . ..

And he touched her ever so slightly and lightly on her forehead. She was so intensely shamed by her thoughts that she had to mount some defense against her prurient fantasies that she could not shake herself loose from. ‘Best defense is a good offense!’

She screamed.

And ran to her own room, where she felt safe, didn’t she? Did she want to feel safe? ‘Oh my goodness what is that feeling in my tummy!!!!!!!!!!!???????’ It felt like she had eaten live butterflies and they were fluttering around inside her tummy. And wetness. Wetness where it had never been before. Why THERE she wondered, bewildered, as she visualized the size of him over and over and over. How it had swung back and forth, how he had touched her so softly. He had been concerned for her, hadn’t he? ‘Oh god, what will I do, this must be the person that is sharing my booth with me!’

She stood there at the door, leaning against it so that she would not be tempted to open it and let him ravish her. But what would Kevin say. Would he have to know? I mean it wasn’t like he would ever know, right?

What was he saying? She listened through the door intently, his deep resonant voice causing shivers to run between her breasts and her womanhood. She felt her buttocks quiver slightly. Delicious little shivers. She had never felt them before. She wanted more.

He had asked if she was OK.

She didn’t trust herself to speak for a little while. Finally she screwed up her courage and replied “Yes, I am fine.” Then it occurred to her that HE was in PATRICIA’S room, and why was HE in there anyway? Had the hotel screwed this up? Put her at jeopardy to this huge black man?

A little voice in side her reminded her it was SHE who had opened the door between their rooms, not him. It was SHE who had walked right into HIS room and not even announced herself. It was HER fault that she had not taken proper precautions in a strange city in a strange hotel.

‘Oh god, can I chance this?’ Her mind was in utter turmoil. ‘Can I experience a black man and his incredible endowment and not ever tell Kevin? Can I keep this secret from my beloved husband? God! It would kill me to hurt him, so if I do this . . . . . this thing, I can’t ever tell him. What am I doing, it is like I have already decided to do this thing. This . . . . .. cheating.’ She felt herself blush. And she felt wetness where it had never been before. Not even with her beloved husband on their wedding night had “she” felt like this!

‘What shall I say to him? I mean, I have to work with this man, I think!’ She desperately tried to figure out a way to turn back the clock and start over.

‘Apologize! Apologize for making assumptions, he will understand. I mean he IS just a man after all! Just a man with, . . . . . oh god he is HUGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

Finally she said “I thought Patricia was going to be in the adjoining room with me, do you know her? Where is she?”

His voice when he answered sounded a bit worried. ““Oh, Patricia. Well ma’am, she took sick and I had to come in her place at the very last minute. Hey, . . . . . . sorry if I scared you there. I thought I had some privacy is all.”

Shari winced as she realized that he had probably been as startled as she was. ‘God, I have to make this right with him. I have to work with this man after all.’ She settled on her words of apology. “No, you are right, I didn’t even knock before I opened the door between the suites. I apologize. It really was my fault after all.”

She listened to see if he had forgiven her and her rude behavior. She was relieved to hear his reply “Hey, it is no problem for me, ma’am. Can I buy you dinner to help make amends? And I promise to have my clothes on when we go out, OK?”

She almost giggled out loud in profound relief. Then she realized that she would be out on the town with a strange man. She was a married woman after all! ‘And he is so, . . .. . so . . .. damn it! He is so sexy!’ Oh!!!! Now what do I say? Oh god, do I dare do this?

Finally she just went for it. “Sure! God, I can’t believe I walked into your suite like that, how stupid can I be?” Did that sound professional or what? She was pleased, and she realized, excited, about this unexpected development in the trade show. ‘I am just going to flirt, no hanky panky stuff, just flirting,’ she promised herself.

“Hey Ma’am, you were expecting Patricia, I understand. No harm done, OK? Lets just forget it ever happened. We need to work together so let’s do some strategizing while we eat, my treat, OK?”

She refused to admit to herself she was a little disappointed that he seemed to have backed off a bit. ‘All the better’ she rationalized, ‘I AM married, and quite happily too!’

“What time did you want to go? Where shall I meet you?”

“Well, it is only three now. I want to go check out the booth and make sure it is set up good, and maybe even start putting the display together. So let’s say six thirty or so? And I will just rap on the door when I am ready to go if that is OK with you? We can pick out a restaurant together, my treat no problem. Sound good?”

“OK!” she replied. “See you in a few hours. I may take a nap or something.” She noisily locked the door between them to make sure he heard the sounds. Then she smiled. And she wondered why her little Y was so fluttery. When she looked up, she caught the distinct protrusion of her nipples in the mirror. She flushed in shame.




Enjoying Messenger - Part Twelve - The Seduction
Copyright Deni Wom 2005

Shari lay down on the bed on her back, her hands behind her head, trying to think of her beloved Kevin. She tried to remember their first night together. Her first wonderful experience with him, which was over a year later. She smiled at that thought. She remembered when they agreed on the number of babies they wanted to have. But no matter how hard she tried to think of OTHER things, she could not stop drifting back to thinking about that man in the next room. And his endowment. My god, his endowment! She blushed again as she thought about not being able to take her eyes off of his overly generous endowment. She could not erase the images of his rippled stomach, his wide shoulders, his narrow hips . . . . that framed his dangling, swinging, ebony, . . . . She blushed as she tried to think of a word that she could use to describe his Pee-Pee. Something that did it justice. She tried to think the word penis, but it just was too sexual a word for her to be able to formulate in her highly inhibited mind.

Finally she got up, pacing back and forth the length of the hotel room like a tiger in a cage, unfamiliar sensations fluttering within her abdomen. She became irritable.

Suddenly she decided to take a shower. After carefully closing all curtains and making doubly sure the door to her motel room was tightly locked, and triply sure that the door between the adjoining suites was securely locked on her side, she stepped into the bathroom and carefully locked that door as well. She methodically checked out how many towels were there for her needs. She wanted two for her hair, two for her tummy and legs, and two for her torso. Oh! And one for her feet to dry between her toes.

Carefully she removed her outer garments, hanging each one carefully on hangers. Then she slipped one of the white hotel towels around her hips. Reaching up underneath, she slowly pulled her grannie-pannies down and folded them neatly. Then she wrapped and secured a towel around her torso. She unsnapped her thick bra strap and coaxed her full cupped white reinforced brassiere from under the towel. She folded it neatly and laid it over her panties.

Furtively unlocking the bathroom door, she leaned over and peered out both directions to make sure no one was in her hotel room. When she was sure no one was there, she slipped shyly to the garment rack and meticulously hung her clothing up, then put her folded underwear in the suitcase. Looking around again, she again reassured herself that no one was in her room, and stepped back into the bathroom. She locked the door and rattled the handle several times to assure herself it was securely locked.

Shari picked up her heavy rubber shower cap, putting it on carefully, tucking her hair underneath it, automatically, making extra sure her hair would not accidentally slip out and get wet.

She pulled the shower curtain closed and then leaned in and started the water, adjusting its temperature carefully. When it was just right, she carefully stepped into the bath tub sideways so that she would not slip and fall and have no one to find her and take care of her should she strike her head. Only then did she remove the protective, shielding towels.

The warm pulsing water of the shower head felt so good on her back. She stood there for a long time, enjoying the needling effect of the water stream. But now that her routine of getting in the shower, the same at home as it was here, her mind once again seemed to NEED to think about that black man’s body.

Shari became furious with herself. ‘WHY can I NOT stop THINKING about him!’ she raged. She grabbed the soap and began to furiously soap herself. As usual, she touched her labia with as little pressure as possible. She wished she did not have that ugly part of her body to wash. It always felt so . . . . strange . . . to have to touch herself there. But as a young girl she had discovered you DID have to wash it. Her mouth frowned in utter distaste as she remembered the smell that had emanated from her cleft after a month of inattention.

Her mind again began to wander. To his body. ‘What IS it about his BODY!’ she fumed. ‘Give me a BREAK already!’ She thought for a few more minutes about her Kevin. Then suddenly, shocking herself, she said right out loud “It is too big for me anyway!” She was utterly aghast at what she had just said, and right out loud too! She felt even more ashamed than she had the first time she ever kissed a boy out behind the back stop in grade school.

Finally she could no longer stay in the shower, her skin was beginning to shrivel into ugly white wrinkles. She shut off the water and repeated her charade of getting into the shower, except in reverse.

Finally dressed again, she carefully did her hair. She was pleased with the result as she put on her evening dress. She looked at the clock next to the bed. It was only four o’clock!

As she waited, flipping through TV channels, she began to get antsy, and at four thirty, decided to go down and set up her own booth. She took off her skirt and slip and blouse, then put on her jeans and long sleeved shirt. She made sure to button the buttons up to her neck.

When she arrived at the booth she shared with the black man, she noticed he was chatting rather intimately with another woman. Another white woman, and not nearly as pretty as she knew herself to be.

‘Now why did I even think that!’ she wondered. She blushed as she realized she felt competitive with the other woman. ‘What is it with me today!?’

She busied herself with the routine of setting out the displays and arrangements and literature. For a blessed hour and a half she almost forgot about the man that shared her booth.

“Anything I can do to help you out?” His deep voice made her jump, and those little butterflies were instantly back in her abdomen. She turned around to see him watching her movements intently. The other woman was gone. His eyes flashed up and down her body. She found herself oddly flattered by that.

“So who was that you were talking to?” She realized too late she had sounded a little petulant. She blushed as she acknowledged her own immaturity.

He smirked slightly as he heard it too. He waved his hand toward her booth. “She has that booth next to you. I invited her to go to dinner with us tonight. I hope that is OK with you.”

Shari felt an outright pang of jealousy!

“By the way, is your name Shari? Patricia said something about a Shari the day before she got sick, her secretary told me.”

Not trusting herself to talk right at that moment, she simply nodded her head curtly. ‘What is it with this man? How can I be feeling jealous when I don’t even know him? I mean, he isn’t even my husband for goodness sake! Shari felt lost, all a-twirl, ungrounded, suddenly.

She mollified herself by telling herself that at least she would not have to fight this man off at dinner if another woman was there. She wondered then why that sounded hollow, and even unwelcome.

He held out his huge hand to her “My name is JR.”

She placed her own little white hand inside his huge black palm and felt suddenly sheltered and safe. Her eyes opened wide as she looked up at his kindly eyes. He winked at her and smiled warmly.

“I think we are going to be good friends Shari. I am glad that I got to be the stand-in for Patricia, now that I have met you.”

Shari did not say so, but she was glad too. And she also did not admit to herself that it was because of how she felt in her tummy.



JR introduced Emilia when they all met in the hotel lobby at six thirty. “Happy to meet you Emilia,” Shari fibbed. Emilia was dressed in a tight, stretchy, low cut dress that had a split up her thigh. She had a nice chest, Shari had to admit. Her womanly orbs hung there in almost full view, jiggling sexily as she moved. There was obviously no bra under that none existent dress. She contrasted sharply with Shari’s buttoned up to the neck dress that hung well below her knees.

JR hustled them both into the cab. Shari climbed sedately in first, sitting against the far door. Emilia was second, sitting in the middle, and JR was last, sitting with his arm behind Emilia on the seat. He gave the smelly cabby an address and they were off.

Emilia snuggled in under JR’s arm and smiled up at him. Shari found herself unwillingly resenting the fact that she was not sitting next to JR, under his arm.

After a fairly short, hair-raising ride, the cab pulled up in front of a club. JR crawled out of the cab and held the door open for the women. He offered each of them his hand to help them out. Emilia eagerly grasped his huge hand and held it a bit too long as Shari scooted over to the door. JR grinned in wry amusement as he had to offer his other hand to Shari. She took it with her fingertips and gracefully exited the cab. As she looked up, she saw that the name of the club was the “Dark Dutchman.”

JR tipped the maitre d. He seemed to know him. They were led to a boothed table all ready set for three right down front. JR looked at Shari and asked if she minded if he ordered for all of them. Feeling awkward, Shari murmured “Sure!” Emilia’s exuberant “Of COURSE JR!” irritated Shari somehow.

The food arrived and was excellent. Shari could not eat all of hers, but declined to take hers home. Emilia gaily scooped both hers and Shari’s into a doggy bag and thanked the waiter for his help as he stood there, staring at her cleavage as she filled her take home container.

The dance band struck up just as the waiter turned to leave. The band was also excellent. Shari found her body wanting to dance.

Emilia soon asked JR if he wanted to dance with her. They stayed on the dance floor for a whole set. Finally Emilia slid back into their booth, out of breath and flushed.

“GOD Shari! His package is HUGE!” Her eyes were sparkling with excitement. “I’m going to take him home tonight and fuck the day lights out of him!” She was breathing hard, and her nipples were very prominent. Shari could even smell the taint of her liquid excitement in the stale air of the club.

Shari was simultaneously put off and jealous. It was difficult for her to smile conspiratorially at Emilia.

Emilia was so excited she could not shut up. “I know! Lets play with his COCK while we sit here!” Her little pink tongue swiped her bright red luscious lips. She did not wait for a response from Shari. As JR returned to the booth, she simply got up and pushed JR in between them. Her hand was on his bulge before he had even settled in.

To her shame, Shari could not tear her eyes away from Emilia’s white hand that was caressing the very thing that she could not get off her own mind. She felt an unfamiliar wetness again within her loins. She flushed in shame, even as she surreptitiously, though jealously watched Emilia enjoying JR’s crotch.

JR smiled at Shari and said “Want to join in on the sexual victimization of a humble black man?”

Shari shook her head, but her eyes were still irretrievably transfixed on Emilia’s hand having all the fun. Shari grabbed her right hand with her left hand, just to make sure it behaved properly.

JR put both of his massive arms up on the booth behind the women. Shari remembered how she had wished she had been the one that was under his arm in the taxicab. She could feel goose bumps form on her neck and arms as her body seemed to find a will of its own.

Suddenly Emilia reached across and grabbed Shari’s arm and pulled her hand to JR’s bulge. It happened so fast, and was so unexpected, that Shari found herself suddenly touching the warm firmness of JR’s endowment.

Shari flushed a brilliant shade of red. But her arm and hand now had a will of their own, and her small white hand simple stayed glued in the position where Emilia had laid it.

A million thoughts went through Shari’s mind simultaneously. It was like what she had heard about dying when suddenly your life passed before your eyes. Except it was her marriage and her wedding night, and her husband in bed, and their house when he had wanted to do ‘it’ in the kitchen, and her childhood when she had inadvertently discovered her parents doing strange things in their bed one night, that flashed through her memories in a split second.

She felt JR’s finger touch the middle of her back, just below her shoulders. She shivered involuntarily.

His finger began to slowly, ever so slowly, move up and down her spine. His touch was so soft, so gentle.

Her eyes had gone out of focus she realized suddenly. She looked again at her transfixed hand and saw Emilia unzipping JR’s trouser! In a flash, Emilia had inserted her hand into his trousers. In a daze, Shari realized that Emilia’s hand was under hers, between her hand and JR’s endowment. Suddenly she felt lonely, not being able to feel the warmth of his manly body.

Shari shook her head, trying to clear her mind. She felt a hot sodden wetness in her panties. She vaguely wondered if she had wet herself when she had been in her trance a few minutes ago.

JR’s finger was still moving up and down her spine. Shari moved her hand back from his pant leg to her own lap. She missed it already!

‘What is happening to me?’ she wondered. JR added another finger to his travels up and down her back.

Emilia pulled JR’s massive flesh from his trousers. It was doubled over as it came out of his zipper, but sprung back straight when the purple part came free of his fly. Emilia squealed in glee. Shari was shocked to see Emilia quickly begin to kiss and lick JR’s dark flesh.

The sensations in her own abdomen were becoming incredibly distracting to her. She had never ever felt anything like them. She wondered if she might be coming down with something. Her stomach was feeling strange, but thank goodness it was not a queasy feeling she decided.

Someone was talking to her. Blearily she looked up to see a tall handsome black man asking her to dance. Shari grabbed the chance to get away from JR and Emilia and whatever Emilia was doing to JR. ‘Why on earth would she kiss and lick that thing?’ she wondered as she followed her new dance partner out onto the floor.

Trying desperately to regain control of her facilities, she turned her attention to the music. It was a waltz. The man guided her to a slightly less crowded part of the floor, then took her into his dance frame and they were off, moving in a wonderful lilting waltz step. He proved an excellent dancer. Shari was suddenly much more comfortable. She smiled up at him and said “Thanks for getting me out of there!”

“My pleasure I am sure!” he answered. “Looked like your girlfriend was enjoying herself though!” He chuckled as Shari blushed bright red.

“She’s not my girlfriend actually, I met her just an hour or two ago. He asked her to come to dinner with us.” Shari was unaware of the implicit message in her bland and slightly irritated reply.

“So your husband likes to have his fun then?” The handsome man’s eyebrow winkled as he smiled knowingly at Shari.

“OH! That isn’t my husband! That is a man I just met tonight!”

Her dance partner pulled her close to him and whispered in her ear, “Let me show you the pleasures tonight.”

Shari could feel something seeming to get hard between them. Confused, she realized that the man had thought she was coming on to him. ‘Oh god, how do I get out of this one now?’ she wondered nervously. She looked up to explain to him, but as she did so, he leaned down and kissed her lips softly, his lips parted slightly.

A jolt of electricity shot from her lips directly to her panties. She was suddenly unable to control her body. She sagged against him, her breasts pressing hard against his firm chest and hard belly. Her sudden movement had caused her lower tummy to drag along his hardness. That sent a shock of electricity the other direction, and she found her mouth open and vulnerable to his tongue.

The man took advantage of it and caressed her tongue with his. Shari heard someone moaning. Was it her? His hands were on her bottom, caressing her softly, firmly, deliciously. Shari was suddenly completely out of control.

“May I cut in?” It was JR’s deep unmistakable voice.

“Hey man, I was just getting . . . “

“I noticed. I would like my whore back.”

The man let go of Shari instantly, apologized, and left the dance floor.

Shari was wobbling as she stood there, too dazed to understand what in the world had happened.

‘Whore. He referred to me as a whore.’ Shari could not comprehend why he would do that.

JR took her into his arms and they began to dance. Shari realized she was panting for breath.

“You OK, baby?”

Shari nodded mutely. Her eyes were t he size of dinner saucers as she realized that she had just kissed a man other than her husband, and her body had done some exceedingly strange things when she did.

Still confused, she looked up at JR and asked “Why did you tell him I was your . . . .. ?” She could not say the word.

JR chuckled. “Because if you belong to me, then he has no choice but to give you to me, or pay me the money he would owe me if you were my whore. It cleans up a situation that was out of control with no muss no fuss.”

Shari realized that he was right. The last thing she wanted was to be a disputed woman in a night club in a strange town.

It was then that she realized that nearly every man in the club was black.

JR led her back to the booth. Emilia immediately again withdrew JR’s endowment from his trousers and began to suck on it. Shari had never seen anything even remotely similar to this before. ‘Why in the world would she want to suck on his . . . . .’ She blushed because she had almost said a bad word.

Emilia had about half of JR down her gullet. Her throat was bulging each time she bobbed her head down on to his hugeness.

Shari realized she was staring at JR’s . . . . . endowment as Emilia was sucking it. Emilia’s face was in rapture. Suddenly Emilia reached between her own legs and touched herself, then began to moan and buck in some kind of seizure. Shari was sure she would suffocate as she was having her seizure. And besides, how could JR let her still stay on his . . . . . . . .. . . . . . thing? She could bite it off if she was having a grand mal seizure!

Just as Shari was preparing to drag her off JR’s endowment, Emilia collapsed.

Shari settled back down into her seat, still staring at Emilia. The look on Emilia’s face was one of rapturous bliss.

“Is she OK, JR?”

JR began to laugh. “Of course baby, she just came. She will be back in a few minutes.” He encircled Shari with his arm and held her close as Shari began to feel the adrenaline hit her. She began to tremble. ‘A woman can come?’ Now that was a strange idea! ‘Women can come? I thought just men could shoot their messy stuff out of their pee-pee.’

JR looked at her as he held her securely in his big arm, and asked her “The question is, are YOU OK?”

Shari began to cry. “I-I-I-I’m not sure. Too much hap-hap-happening too fast. I don’t . . . . don’t . . . . . . . . . don’t understand what is happening JR.” She began to cry.

OH baby, you sweet little innocent woman! You are so precious! Just snuggle up under my arm and let it all out. You’re with JR, so nothing bad can happen to you baby. OK?”

Shari nodded numbly, feeling so odd and disoriented. “C c-c-can we go back to the hotel please?” she mumbled.

“Of course sweetie, I will make you some tea and we can sit and talk, and if you want to you can leave the door open between our rooms tonight so I can protect you.”

That sounded like a good idea to Shari.

JR waited until Emilia sat back up, then tucked himself back in and they left the club.




Enjoying Messenger - Part Thirteen - Oh GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Copyright Deni Wom 2005

Shari had expected JR and she and Emilia to go in t heir separate doors at the hotel. But instead, they all followed her into her room. She felt slightly violated as she closed the door behind them. ‘That hussy Emilia is hanging all over JR like a wonton strumpet! What is UP with the girl anyway? God, it is like she is an easy woman.’

Just then Emilia began removing her dress. She lifted it quickly from its hem, pulling it up over her head, revealing her body in one fell swooping movement. She wore no underwear, and that shocked Shari more than how she had appeared in her dress. In seconds the strumpet was suddenly naked, her dress strewn on the floor and she had knelt in front of JR, tugging at his zipper! Her ample breasts were wiggling horribly as she moved about. Shari had never seen such loose and decadent behavior.

Shari’s mouth hung open, her eyes wide as she watched the strumpet tug JR’s endowment out of his trousers.

And there it was again, so large. It filled Emilia’s hands to overflowing, hanging down almost past JR’s thighs. ‘NO man can really be this large!’ Shari thought. She tried to compare it with her beloved husband’s adequate member. But she had to admit, that if size was related to pleasure, then JR would certainly have to be the epitome of pleasure.

She instantly chastised herself for thinking of JR’s endowment in comparison to her beloved husband, her caring Kevin. Still, she remembered way back when, way back when they first married, Kevin had asked her if she ever wanted to. She had been totally repulsed at that time, but with what had happened tonight, and how she seemed to feel so strange constantly now, watching all this, . . . . .. She shut the thought out of her mind as soon as she had thought it. But her womb seemed to be creating feelings of its own.

For the first time in her life she found herself wanting to touch her own body. Down there. She shuddered as she fought to restrain her own seemingly awful wishes.

Suddenly Shari realized s he was still staring at the back of Emilia’s head, now bobbing back and forth as she seemed to be relishing JR’s taste. Flushing crimson with shame, Shari’s eyes instantly jerked up to JR’s. She wanted to fall through the floor when she saw that his eyes were watching her face. He shrugged at her, looking down at Emilia’s bobbing head, then rolled his eyes. Then he winked at her in complicity.

Finally, reluctantly, JR looked down at Emilia and said, “Hey baby, lets go into my room and continue this. I think Ms Shari is getting embarrassed by how much you enjoy sex.”

Emilia continued to suck on JR as if he had not said a thing! So JR reached down, picked her up and with his member still partially down her throat, turned Emilia upside down and walked, with her legs around his head, through the inter-suite door between his and Shari’s room.

When they had retreated to JR’s room, Shari realized to her horror that the sounds of Emilia enjoying JR’s endowment were as viciously stimulating as the vision of her face enjoying him so much.

There was no longer any doubt in Shari’s mind that Emilia was actually enjoying suckling on JR’s member. Shari wondered how it tasted. What it must feel like to have such a thing in her mouth. Then she flushed red as she again fought back her inner fluttering.

With the graphic visual images gone from the room, Shari realized that her Y was wet. Again she wondered if she had soiled her panties. Quickly she moved to her restroom and securely locked the door, then pulled her panties down to inspect them. They were wet alright, but it was not her urine! She was not sure what it was, but it was not her urine. Besides, she now needed to use the facilities, so she obviously had not lost her bladder.

Shari looked at her won body, blushing as she did so. She almost fell over when she saw that her normally tightly closed furrows were wide open and she could see her pinkness within! Tentatively she lowered one finger to her little opening. When she touched it, she felt an electric charge go completely through her. Her firm shapely behind flexed and her front seemed to jerk toward her finger. She froze, willing herself not to respond to what her body seemed to demand. She was NOT that type of woman!

She slipped her panties off, stepped out of them, and distastefully brought them to her nose. They smelled musky, much like her body smelled after her husband had made his mess inside her.

Turning to the small white bathroom sink, she washed them thoroughly, using the ivory liquid soap that was stashed under the counter. She wrung them out carefully, patted them somewhat dry with the hotel towers, then hung them up on the bar for the shower curtain.

She turned to walk back out into her room when it occurred to her, she was without her panties. Oh my GOD! What if someone found out? She would DIE from humiliation.

She decided to try to sneak to her suitcase and retrieve another pair. As quietly as humanly possible, she unlocked the bathroom door, slowly opened it, peered out to see if anyone had re-entered her room. Relieved that all the strumpet like noises were coming from the other room, she tiptoed to her suitcase. Upon opening it, she was horrified to discover that she had forgotten to bring any more panties! She searched frantically for the white cotton that she was sure was there, but there were none! What was she to DO?

Shari quickly returned to the safety of her bathroom, again locked the door, and sat carefully on the commode to puzzle out how to proceed. She needed her panties to sleep in at night under her ankle length flannel gown that came so comfortingly up around her neck. She felt so safe in them, but not without her panties and brassiere! ‘At least I still have my brassiere,’ she tried to comfort herself.

‘Well,’ she reasoned, ‘no one will know because I am out of town and no one I know is here!’ She felt better after she thought of that. She stood up. But suddenly every movement that she made seemed to remind her that she had no panties on. The caress of her slip under her skirt reminded her that no covering existed to protect her from the sensual caresses of the fabric. She tried to hold the slip and her skirt away from her overly sensitive skin, but all that did was pull it against her bare bottom. She felt her resolve weakening as she tried not to admit if felt good to feel that gentle rustling caress from her outer clothing on her bare skin.

She slowly unlocked the bathroom door, and stepped out, trying not to move her legs anymore than absolutely necessary, holding her hips rigid, and her thighs tightly together. She gasped as she realized that her tightly held thighs also caressed her little sensitivity. So she tried taking long steps, and almost collapsed on the floor from the pleasure she felt as her hips swiveled, causing her womanhood to slide along itself.

The sounds from the other room seemed to be rising to a crescendo. She heard JR’s grunts, Emilia’s mewling cries for release. “Oh god baby! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH fuck yeah oh fuck yes, fuck that monster up my cunt! Seed my cunt with your black cum! Yes baby, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Emilia screamed in ecstasy as Shari stood there transfixed. Could a woman really feel that much passion within her own body?

She felt something dripping on her inner thighs as she stood there, unable to move, unable to think, unable to do anything but listen to the two lovers in the other room. Irrationally, she tried to count the days since her period, thinking perhaps the curse had come. Her mind could not concentrate well enough to be sure. But she had made no preparation for it before this trip. She hoped she was not ruining her dress.

“Oh GOD JR! You are still hard baby! Oh god yes, fuck me again baby! Yeah, fuck up this twat and make me scream again! God your cock is incredible!” Shari heard Emilia wail in disappointment when JR pulled his pleasuring tool from within her. The pronounced sucking sound as he withdrew was clear to even the inexperienced and inhibited Shari.

Shari, for the first time in her life, was mesmerized by the unfathomable potential for feeling pleasure during the act of making love. She suddenly had a vision of the rapture on her beloved Kevin’s face when he made his messes inside her. She began to wonder what that might feel like, to feel what Emilia had obviously just felt there in the other room.

The tempo of the drippings on her thighs seemed to be increasing in speed. She took a risk and with two huge steps was back into the bathroom, panting, her body shuddering from the pleasure she had felt as she moved. She raised her long dress and peered under it, expecting to see red rivulets of the curse. But there were none.

She did see the sparkle of the wetness on her thighs though. Tentatively she touched one of the droplets. It seemed to be slightly sticky, and it clung to both her thigh and the tip of her finger. When she drew her finger away, it made a translucent, gossamer thread.

‘Oh my GOODness! That is from inside my own body! What in the world would I be dripping for?’ She sniffed it to make sure she had not inadvertently released a tiny bit of her yellow water. It smelled musky, not acidic.

She could not deny it, her body was reacting to that JR! She was, oddly, not sure how she felt about that. Suddenly the comment her beloved Kevin had made so many years ago came back to her. “Honey, do you ever think about having another man?” What would she say to Kevin, if she did experience JR tonight? Would he understand? She remembered distinctly that he had been disappointed when she had become so incensed about what she had then considered to be his lewd and degrading comment. Now she wondered. ‘Was it really so degrading? I seem to be responding to this man’s presence.’

She was torn by the opportunity to learn new things, but knowing that she would have to be untrue to her husband in order to experience these new things. ‘But what if Kevin really DOES want me to experience other men?’ The very thought brought a sense of relief to her. It was as if she had his permission to experiment. Just a little. She giggled to herself when she thought of that man that was dancing with her earlier in the evening, kissing her with tongue! ‘WOW! That was certainly something!’ She touched her thighs again, gathering a slight bit more of her wetness upon her finger tips. She put them to her lips. Then she touched her tongue to it. Musky, but not a strong taste at all, she decided.

She dropped the hem of her dress. Opened the bathroom door, not even thinking about JR, or Emilia for a few seconds. Her mind was still on the sensations of her wetness. It certainly had its own essence!

She startled when JR, standing only a few feet from her, asked her if she was OK. After calming herself, she nodded, then looked down at his lack of trousers or shirt. His dark legs were again bare. But at least he did have his boxers on. With a huge bulge.. . . . She looked back up at his face and smiled tentatively at him. Her eyes had sparkled when she smiled. She felt guilty about that, but it had been an honest smile she told herself.

“You look tired Shari. Let me give you a shoulder massage. Come here, sweetheart, this is my specialty, giving a nice relaxing shoulder massage.”

Emilia immediately chipped in “Hey! I give GREAT foot massages! Come sit in this chair and I will give you a foot massage that will knock your socks off!”

Shari giggled self consciously as she visualized that scenario happening while she lowered herself into the indicated chair. It had been so long since she had giggled.

JR’s huge hands were powerful yet gentle as he kneaded her knotted up shoulders. And Emilia’s hands on her feet were heaven. Her head began to sway in loose enjoyment of her two friends hands.

Emilia shifted a bit and put Shari’s foot on her lap as she massaged her toes. Shari’s heel was between Emilia’s thighs. The massaging actions were almost hypnotic. Shari’s eyes were soon closed as he head wobbled back and forth between JR’s hands.

“Oh my god that feels good!” she murmured. JR moved his thumbs a slight bit further down her back. Shari leaned forward willingly to allow him to go down further.

Emilia raised Shari’s foot a bit higher as she began to massage her heel.

Shari’s eyes were closed when Emilia caught her first glimpse of Shari’s un-pantied Y. Emilia had her goal set now! Slowly she began to massage further and further up Shari’s calf.

JR massaged lower and lower on Shari’s back.

Shari began to melt. The ice in her veins began to thaw. She began to enjoy the butterflies that seemed to be turning into small birds within her lower tummy. A tension in her lower abdomen seemed to be developing. She made no protest when JR suggested she lay on the bed so he could get above her and use his whole hands on her back.

She pretended not to notice when Emilia’s hands continued up her thighs, getting closer and closer to the tickly birdies inside her tummy. She pretended not to notice when JR unzipped the back of her dress. She told herself that it was so he could massage her back more thoroughly. Her whole body began to tingle.

She simply told herself to stop thinking and just FEEL! Just FEEL! This is OK . . . . . . She exhaled deeply.

She felt Emilia’s hands working their way up her thighs higher and higher, and higher. And then, just once, a slight touch on her uncovered body. She tried not to gasp, but even though she stifled it, her chest suddenly expanded. JR could feel her body stiffen. He smiled to himself, turning to look at Emilia’s hands as they moved to Shari’s other foot. He winked at her. She grinned back as her hands continued massaging innocently, as if they had not touched Shari’s intimate part.

JR slid his hand powerfully, slowly across her back. He unsnapped the wide supportive back-band of her brassiere. His hand began immediately, innocently, to massage that portion of her back that had lain under the strap of her brassiere.

Shari heard herself moan. She pretended it was because the massaging of her back and feet and legs felt so good . . . . . .

Shari tried not to notice that Emilia was moving her legs further and further apart. Shari told herself it was because it gave her better access to her inner leg muscles for massage. Emilia’s hands worked themselves slowly and thoroughly up her right leg. Shari felt her tickle turn to an eager sensation of need. She felt herself waiting for that slight touch of her soft part again. She craved to feel it just once again in her life. That suddenly electric jolt of sensation that made her feel so alive and suddenly submissive.

While Shari was eagerly awaiting the little touch against her body, she realized that JR had turned his hand so that his long, strong fingers were along side of her torso. They were slowly creeping toward the sides of her breasts. She felt as if she might not be able to breathe as his hands approached her highly sensitive flesh. She refused herself permission to move away or inhibit his touches. She knew now that she wanted to feel this, to experience what had made Emilia so ecstatic just a short while ago. She became so focused on the sensation of JR’s fingers that she was shocked to feel Emilia’s fingers touch her where her panties were missing.

At first it was just a slight brushing of her little hairs. Then another movement that lasted longer. Shari held her breath and closed her eyes tightly, trying to remember these feelings as she was touched again and again so softly, so lovingly, by a pair of hands, . . . . . down there! She began to moan again to her embarrassment.

JR was now running his fingers gently along the crest of her breast, his thumbs caressing rather than massaging her back.

Then, from out of her needy haze, she heard JR’s deep manly voice. “Let’s take your pretty dress off baby, so that we don’t wrinkle it. I need to massage your front honey. Come on, let me help you up and hang your dress up for you.”

Shari debated for what felt like hours in her mind. She knew that if she did turn over, if she did take her dress off, there was no turning back. In reality, it was only seconds before she knew she was committed to feeling what she knew she wanted to experience. Wanted to feel in the most desperate way.

She opened her eyes and turned over slowly. JR’s eyes were adoring her. She took strength from his fond gaze and held her hand up to him. He helped her stand, then moved behind her, and gently but firmly helped her remove her dress. Emilia appeared with a hanger, and JR and Emilia carefully hung the dress on the hanger, then Emilia hung it in the closet.

Shari felt so genuinely cared for by how much attention they had paid to her dress.

JR leaned down to her lips and kissed her. She was hesitant at first, but soon gave in to her feelings. Her lips parted, her mouth opened, her hand fell away from her brassiere, and it fell away from her body. She stood naked before a man for the very first time in her life. And it felt wonderful. She refused to think about what Kevin would think. She focused totally on how it felt to her right now. And it felt wonderful!

JR kissed her for an eternity. Her naked hardening nipples against his bare chest felt as if they belonged there. She vaguely realized that Emilia had begun to caress her legs and her hips and her torso from the back. Without breaking the kiss with JR, she moved her legs apart, hoping for that electric feeling of Emilia’s hands connecting with her ‘down there’.

Emilia slowly, tantalizingly, slid her hands up and down Shari’s inner legs, caressing the back of her knees with her thumbs as her finger tips caressed her inner calf, then her inner thigh. When Emilia’s hands were almost to touch her ‘there’, right where she wanted to feel them, Emilia turned her hand sideways and caressed her bottom. Then she began to knead her cheeks. This caused her furrows to move against each other. It felt EXQUISITE!

Shari’s tongue plunged into JR’s mouth, suddenly voracious for his tongue. Her body was on fire! Her body wanted him! Her body wanted all of JR. She wanted JR inside her. She wanted to feel his hugeness. She wanted to be filled totally and completely by this strong, caring, compassionate man. The man with a huge wiener!

Shari felt so deliciously wicked when she had thought of the word wiener. She wanted his wiener inside her body! Yes, she wanted to experience his wiener filling her and making a mess in side her! She did! SHE DID want that!

OH GOD! Emilia was touching her lips! Oh god! That feels so good!

Her legs begin to shiver. JR laid her on her back on the bed. His fingertips and the palm of his hand went up and down her tummy. Her eyes watched his eyes as he touched her nakedness. She WAS naked! She felt so GOOD being naked with JR! And suddenly she felt Emilia’s mouth kiss her! She had kissed her right on her . . . . . . . . . . . ‘Oh god! She kissed me on my . . . . . . . .’ Shari had no word for it. For that part of her.

Shari closed her eyes and simply waited to experience what was happening to her. She felt Emilia’s tongue part ‘them’. Then the tip of her tongue flicked something inside her, inside of ‘them’. Shari began to shudder as her spirit began to soar. Without willing them to, her hips raised up toward Emilia’s mouth, that incredibly pleasuring mouth of hers! ‘OH GOD!!!’ she thought. ‘A woman is licking me down ‘there’! Oh my, it feels so delicious!’

She put her hands on Emilia’s head, spread her thighs wide open and began to shudder in utter ecstasy, her mouth open in a silent scream, her head back, her back arched, her legs shaking in her paradise.




Enjoying Messenger - Part Fourteen - Kissing Cock
Copyright Deni Wom 2005

‘So THAT was an orgasm!!!???’ she mused, still panting from the inner thrill of losing control of her body. ‘Why have I never felt any thing like that with my darling husband? Why all of a sudden am I feeling like I can’t say ‘No’? Why am I suddenly not WANTING to say ‘No’?’ She did not want to know the answer to that question.

Finding no other ready answers, she again promised herself to just feel, to stop thinking so much. Her flushed face turned to his endowment, gazing wantonly at it now. Her eyes caressed his size, his darkness, his pulsing dripping part.

Tentatively she reached her small white hand toward his dangling temptation. It was so large. She knew from past bedroom sessions that her hand could easily reach around her husband’s so average part. But when her hand grasped this man’s, her fingers could not even begin to stretch around it. The sensation of touching its size, its dangling perfection caused her body to shiver in excitement. This, also, was a new sensation to her.

With growing curiosity, she began to run the tips of her fingers up the marvelous length of it. Her little finger touched his supple sack that hung below the object of her curiosity. The slight touch thrilled her. His black sack was so different than her husbands. SO much larger, hanging so much farther down, so much bigger eggs within them. She wanted to kiss t hem.

She got up onto her knees, and brought his length to where she could see it well. She scrutinized him for some time, turning her head back and forth in order to see each and every detail. She ran her fingers experimentally along the veins under his skin. She lightly traced the column under his length. Pressing slightly harder, she discovered she could pump his seeping wetness out of the opening at the tip of his manhood. She smiled broadly at that.

Her need to kiss his protuberance overwhelmed her, so she kissed the crown near the top of his purpleness. She could taste the wetness that seemed to be increasingly dripping from his opening.

She could not stop herself from relishing the lucid sensation of wetness on her inquisitive tongue. Crossing her eyes, she stuck out her tongue under the drip, drip, drip of his opening. She lapped it into her mouth, experiencing a pleasure she had no clue existed until that very second.




His eyes watched her experimenting with his penis. It was abundantly clear she had never done these things with her husband. He smiled in satisfaction as she again dipped his liquid arousal from his cock head. He knew she was within a few minutes of placing his prick in her mouth. It was so obvious, and so exciting that she had never had her husband’s dick in her mouth before. It was like being with a virgin.

He stood there and watched her falling in love with his penis. He knew that women had to work their way past their infidelity, and through their guilt. And one way they did that was to fall in love with the other man’s body . . . . . first, and then to fall in love with the man himself later. Right now, she was ready to go head over heels for his prick.

In hesitant slow motion, her mouth opened. Then her head moved slowly forward, and like she hade been doing it for years, she placed her soft loving lips around his vermillion cock head. Her tongue moved slightly, testing its texture, its softness, its wetness. Her throat swallowed, processing his emanating precum. Her eyes closed, a look of serene bliss transformed her face to that of an angel. He smiled at her face, her mouth widely open to receive him.

Her hand, palm up, coddled his testicles. She was so gentle with him. Her touch was so filled with love. Her face was so serene.

JR realized he could love this woman. She cared so much about life, and its responsibilities. He would teach her to abandon her inhibitions and to live life as god intended, full tilt and enjoying every moment.

Yes, he decided, would make her his. And her love for her husband would also grow even as she deceived him. JR would have to teach that if she wanted his cock to fuck her, she would have to stay true to JR, to his prick, to his seed. He wanted to breed this woman to bear his dark skinned baby. He knew it would take awhile before she would beg him to have his baby, but he knew also he would one day watch his offspring come kicking and screaming out of her womb, moving down her birth canal and exiting this same cunt he would so utterly pleasure tonight.

This woman would never be the same when she went home to her small dicked husband. JR had seen it many times before.

But he had never felt this way about a woman until tonight. It was exhilarating!

Yes, he would breed this exquisite white woman, he would have his babies by her. And her white husband would be nursemaid and babysitter to them as they grew. He could feel it all coming together. JR smiled as her soft loving mouth took more of his immenseness into it.




Enjoying Messenger - Part Fifteen - Please, Please, I want ALL of it
Copyright Deni Wom 2005

Shari could feel his hugeness probing the back off her mouth. The textures and sensations of his endowment in her mouth were making her feel a little faint. Her whole body tingled, her tummy had swimming flutters in it. She wondered what it might feel like if this swelling was inside her . . . . . down there. Even as she thought about the delicious sensation, her little privacy began to feel strange. It felt kind of like an itch, except it was not an irritating feeling, it was more a sweet and needy swirling feeling . It was all she could do not to reach down and caress herself, to massage the pleasurable sensitivity torturing her down there.

She looked up. The handsome man was looking at her with a soft and gentle gaze, full of good feeling and compassion. She smiled as best she could around his hugeness. Her eyes sparkled as they gazed back at him in blissful pleasure.

Her jaw seemed to be tiring. Reluctantly she slowly pulled back, suckling and tonguing his member as she did so. She had felt so full of purpose when he was inside her mouth. She felt like she was giving him pleasure. She knew he liked watching her purse her mouth around him. She decided, almost subconsciously, to learn to be as good at using her mouth as Emilia obviously was.

When his tip finally popped from her loving mouth, she looked up again, only to see the look of disappointment on his face.

“My jaw was beginning to ache,” she explained somewhat ashamedly.

He nodded, somewhat curtly. “We will have to work on that then, won’t we?” He held her eyes until she meekly nodded.

“Good, now lets see what we have down below.” He turned to Emilia. “Get her ready for me honey, would you please?” It sounded more a command than a request.

Emilia nodded enthusiastically. She took Shari by the shoulders and pressed her slowly backward onto the bed. Her mouth moved to Shari’s V, pressing her thighs apart as her mouth began to pleasure her again. Shari held her eyes steady on JR’s face to reassure herself that he was pleased by her actions. His eyes watching Emilia’s bobbing head made her smile in relief.

Emilia’s talented tongue and lips soon had Shari panting. Shari continued to watch his eyes, and even as she rose toward nirvana, she knew he liked it when she was responding to a woman’s touch. She allowed herself to accept that this act of being pleasured by a woman was part of her new life. Her new life with Him in it. She let herself go and suddenly she was shrieking in need. She heard herself using words she did not know she knew. Words like cunt lapper and tongue fucking. Hearing herself say such odious things made her excitement explode. Her body suddenly quaked in violent release. She was totally out of control again. She decided to just let it happen, and her body then tightened into a bridge, her pussy shoved skyward, trying to drive her cunt into the cunt-lapping-mouth of her female lover. Things began to fade from color, and then there was all black. Her body stilled as her mind ceased to function.




Enjoying Messenger - Part Sixteen - Oh god, SO deep!
Copyright Deni Wom 2005

As he watched her orgasmic explosion, he smiled, knowing that “his little lady” had finally broken through her inhibitions for the very first time. The peaceful look on her face made his heart melt in happiness. The pinch above her lips was gone now. The serenity of her whole body showed the new knowledge that had so overwhelmed her.

“Emilia?” JR’s deep voice was soft, caring, and felt like a gentle caress to the two women.

“Yes baby?”

“You need to stretch her before I enter her honey.”

“What should I use, JR?”

“Your hand baby. One finger at a time. But you need to be able to easily get your whole hand inside her before I dare even try to enter her. OK?” JR watched the look on Emilia’s face.

“My whole hand?”

“Yeah baby, but take it easy. Stretch her slowly, she is pretty small. I had trouble getting even one finger inside her.”

Emilia could feel the tingling in her tummy turn to a surging flutter. To be able to stretch another woman’s delicate opening, to get to fist her, was one of her deepest fantasies. Emilia shuddered as a shiver of excitement ran down her back. She licked her lips in eager anticipation.

She knelt between Shari relaxed thighs. She looked at the tightness that would forever be larger and more accessible than what it was at that instant. Emilia looked over at JR’s manhood, then back to the tininess that was Shari’s mostly unused pussy. ‘Good grief! THIS little twat will NEVER be the same again!’ She stifled a giggle. She felt her own randy arousal tugging at her clittie. The wonderful sensations of her earlier mind bending orgasm rushed forward in her mind, causing her own body to again send surges of lubricating wetness into her sex, preparing her for another using, another breeding session with the incredibly masculine male that had enjoyed her body earlier.

When Emilia touched Shari’s tiny little furrows, Shari roused from her blissful stupor. “What are you doing honey?” she asked.

Emilia’s head popped up above her tummy, grinning mischievously. “I am going to stretch you until you’re able to take JR’s huge prick up your cunnie honey!”

“Oh,” Shari murmured. She again laid her head down on the bed, smiling vacantly as she savored her recent pleasures. Slowly she turned her head toward JR, offhandedly looking at JR’s magnificent physique. Her eyes slowly filtered down his body, finally resting on his ebony member. It was still flaccid, hanging wonderfully between the well defined musculature of his thighs. Shari had a mental flash image of him entering her. A soft wistful smile spread across her peaceful face. She wondered what he would feel like inside her. Her lower abdomen fluttered as if a bird was inside her belly.

She felt Emilia’s soft hand touch her down there. The fingers spread her tentatively, seeming to investigate her inner labia. A finger touched her little nubbin that had been so thoroughly pleasured only a few minutes ago. Her body seemed to understand the road to arousal now, and she did not hesitate to welcome the return of the happy, pleasurable sensations.

She felt a thin long finger slip inside her body. Shari smiled, waiting, wanting to be made ready for JR to enjoy her. ‘Yes,” she thought, ‘I WANT him to be inside of me!’ It was the first time in her life that she had actually WANTED a man to enter her. Her inner excitement ramped up another notch.

Shari marveled at how the inquisitive finger felt so very much like her husband’s thing when he entered her. She wondered if the finger would become frantic, and hump her indelicately like her husband’s body did. She was always so repulsed by how her husband needed to breath hard, and say lewd things to her and about her body, asking her if she liked this or that. She had not liked any of it . . . . . until now.

Now, . . . tonight, . . . in a city away from her husband, she was being prepared to be unfaithful to him, unfaithful, and willingly allowing it. And she wanted a man not of her own race to have her. And a woman was a part of it. She had just participated to fruition with a womanly sex relationship. ‘I am transforming today. I am changing into something, a person, I do not recognize. Will I be able to accept my old self now that I have done this?’ she wondered. Surprised, she heard her inner voice reply, ‘I don’t want to be like that any more!’

She had never liked any of it, . . . . of this activity, . . . . .before today. Now she wondered how there could be such a difference in her responses to Emilia, in comparison to her husband. Was she a lesbian? That thought scared her. Yet she had risen to such incredible heights of blissful sensations with this woman. ‘I must be a lesbian,’ she thought. Then it occurred to her that what she really wanted to have happen to her was to feel JR inside her, to experience the feelings of being totally filled with a potently virile, very masculine male’s member. She wanted him to possess her body, . . . . and to think of her as exciting in bed! Her tummy, and her ‘down there,’ was pulsing with an excited happiness.

Her lower belly again flittered expectantly. She began to recognize the feelings or her own arousal. A soft smile filled her pretty face. She reminded herself to just feel again, forcing her overly analytical brain to rest.

She realized that Emilia now had another fingers inside her. She felt a distinct stretching sensation surrounding those soft probing fingers. They were touching her deeply now. The intriguing feelings of being penetrated by the woman’s fingers caused her to look again at the size of JR’s flaccid member. She raised her arm and looked at it, mentally trying to compare it in size to his impressiveness. She looked at JR’s dangling endowment. He was easily as long as her forearm. And he was at least as thick as her arm as well.

She sensed a glowing sensation of lubricating wetness within her womanhood. It was as if her lower body suddenly offered no resistance to movement.

Emilia’s touches were definitely enjoyable. Looking away from the beauty that was JR, she watched Emilia’s face intently peering at her Y. The younger woman seemed oblivious to anything else that was happening in the room.

Shari felt Emilia’s fingers withdraw.. This time the sense of being stretched was vivid as Emilia added a third finger. Her sweet little opening had never experienced something this size before. Yet it was still pleasurable to feel her body being pressed beyond its previous limits. She was being prepared for JR’s pleasure. She felt a shiver run through her at that wicked thought.

Shari again looked at the dark thick pole that hung between JR’s legs. She wondered how big it would get as it inflated. She remembered how tiny her husband had been, and then how much his smaller white pee-pee had grown when he began to get so rudely excited about having his way with her.

She tried to visualize how far into her belly JR’s would go if he could actually enter her all the way. Shari laid her forearm on her tummy, her hand dangling idly between her thighs. Her elbow was near rib cage.

Her eyes suddenly widened in fear at this discovery. ‘Just feel, just feel,’ she reminded herself.

Emilia could feel Shari’s fingers as Shari’s hand hung there. She looked at Shari’s face and saw where she was looking. The look of despairing dismay on the woman’s face was obvious. A maliciously deviant glee passed across Emilia’s face.

“Don’t worry Shari, you will be ready to take all of him when I finish preparing you, believe me!”

‘Preparing me. What does she mean by preparing me?’ Shari wondered. Then it dawned on her. Emilia intended to make her opening big enough and deep enough for her to accept JR’s hugeness. Alarmed, Shari sat part way up, leaning on her elbows staring at where the woman was toying with her body.

She could now see what Emilia was doing to her down there. She could see her own womanly flesh surrounding her opening sucking vulgarly on Emilia’s fingers as she stroked them in and out of her.

Shari marveled at how her body seemed to cling to the fingers, as if trying to prevent them from leaving her. The sucking movement of her body reminded Shari of watching her younger sister sucking on a popsicle, her little lips sucking hard, pursed around the cold icy shaft of the treat, the innocent shaft moving in and out of her little delighted mouth, her lips gleaning everything they could with each insertion and withdrawal.

Emilia glanced up for a split second, grinned briefly at Shari’s inquisitive face, then looked down again at what she was doing. Slowly and deliberately, she withdrew her three fingered phallus, then added her little finger to the small cone she had been inserting into Shari. Shari watched intently as Emilia again began to insert her fingers into Shari’s moistening orifice.

This time though, Shari could distinctly feel her body being forced open. This time, Emilia’s wedge of fingers did not go easily into her. This time her body began to complain about the size of what it was being asked to accept into it.

“OUUUW!” Shari heard her own plaintive voice exclaim.

JR handed Emilia a white tube. Emilia opened it and squeezed a dollop of clear stuff onto her fingers. Then she caressed the clear stuff all over her own hand. Looking again at Shari’s face for a second, she then started to again insert four fingers into the reluctant opening between Shari’s splayed legs.

Emilia pushed till the lips of the other woman began to stretch a bit, then slid her fingers back out, allowing the vaginal mouth to close, then again she slid her slickened fingers in.

Fascinated, Shari watched Emilia’s fingers intrude further and further into her body with each gentle insertion. She continued to watch as the other woman’s middle knuckles slide into her. Emilia’s hand was entering her body further and further with each stroke. Shari’s body seemed more and more willing to accept the larger entity being pressed into it.

Her eyes unfocused and half closed, Shari became increasingly aware of the saturating pleasures from the gentle stretching her body was being subjected to.

Then she felt the woman’s larger knuckles come up against her sensitivity. Shocked, she looked down to see that Emilia’s fingers were now firmly embedded all the way to her thumb joint. Her body had actually stretched sufficiently to accept all of a woman’s fingers! Shari felt an unexpected surge of pride in her body’s achievement.

Emilia stopped all hand movement for a bit.

Shari felt her opening slowly relaxing, accepting the stretching pressure from around Emilia’s hand as it rested in its lewd penetrative position inside her.

Then Shari watched as Emilia’s hand slowly slipped further within her. The woman’s knuckles disappeared into her, then the whole palm of her hand followed. Emilia’s thumb rested between the hugely spread furrows of her femininity. The pad of her thumb rested against a pleasure spot that made Shari gasp. Shari suddenly wanted to have Emilia caress her there, and almost dredged up enough courage to squirm against the delicious pressuring. Shari began to breath more rapidly, her breaths coming in shorter panting shivers.

Emilia began to flex her fingers deep inside Shari’s body.

Shari emitted an involuntary groan. As Emilia slowly turned her hand ninety degrees in her opening, Shari began to sink into the unfamiliar abyss of a submissive erotic arousal. Her eyelids began to flutter as Emilia continued to twist her wrist about, further stretching Shari’s tight little body, opening her wider, and wider.

Then Shari felt the hand within her pull outward until her knuckles escaped from within. She had to stifle the “No!” that jumped unbidden into her throat. Only when Emilia’s hand began to re-enter her body did she relax.

Shari realized that Emilia had added her thumb to the thickness that was stretching her in preparation to accept JR’s prodigious masculinity. ‘Oh god yes! I want him in me, make me ready for him! Do what you must, what you will, but make my body ready for him,’ she exclaimed silently.

The sensation of being so incredibly full, and so fully stretched, brought Shari closer and closer to the brink of an ecstasy she had never dreamed of prior to this evening. The very fact that she was so fully packed with womanly flesh triggered a deep trembling shudder of her whole body. Her legs began to shake, her tummy was fluttering, her eyes closed tightly as her body was increasingly consumed by the most serene yet demanding gratification achievable.

Her voice began to wail in a high plaintive tremulous pleasure.

Emilia began to press harder. Suddenly the knuckle of her thumb popped through the stretched-to-the-limit lips of Shari’s trembling body.

Shari’s whole body stiffened as she felt the hand turning, and opening and closing within her tiny sheath. Emilia began to withdraw and then press back into Shari, moving further and further up into her womb.

The deliciously wicked sensations of her body being stretched beyond belief kept Shari shuddering and shaking in a frenzy of erotic delight.

Then Shari felt a new almost hypnotically erotic sensation deep inside her. Emilia began to giggle.

“Hey baby, I am playing with your cervix! Can you feel that?”

Shari was too far gone to answer. Her whole body began to buck, as if she were on an angry Brahma bull. Her body shook for an eternity, finally fading toward a deep warm blackness of satiating satisfaction.



Enjoying Messenger - Part Seventeen -Infidelities
Copyright Deni Wom 2005

JR: I gotta run, See yaRon: HEY ASSHOLE!~ TELL US WHAT HAPPENEDTC: Hes gone RonTC: He’ll be back before longRon: Yeah I sposeRon: Damn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lolRon: Shit man, I came three times, my cock is so sorefrom rubbin it feels like I got a blisterRon: Holy shit, I DID get a blisterRon: Damn thing is big as a dimeTC: You got a blister from jackin? lolRon: Sure as shit lolRon: What the hell do you do with a damn blister on your dick?TC: Stop jackin for a few days man lolRon: I jus hope my wife don’t see itTC: If she be like my ole lady, she won’t look and wont care, give her a chance to get some airTC: See!TC: Poet and don’t know itRon: You are such a shit manRon: HeyRon: TC ma manTC: Yeah?Ron: You ever think about watching your ole lady fuck around on ya?
[There is a long pause in the chat]

Ron: Hey man did you bail on me too?TC: NawTC: Just thinking
[There is another long pause]

TC: Hey manTC: you promise not to tell no one if I tell ya somethingRon: SureTC: No say itTC: say you won’tRon: I won’t tell anyone TCRon: You can trust me budTC: OKTC: WellTC: Yeah I do think about watching her sometimes
[After another pause]

Ron: Me tooRon: So whats your ole lady likeTC: You mean physically or mentallyRon: BothTC: WellTC: My ole ladyTC: Her name be SuzieTC: She a black woman wit a mean temper when she be thinking I be screwin the hen houseRon: You ever screw the hen house TCTC: Hell noTC: She beat the shit outta me and take my babies awayTC: Cant take NO chance a loosin my babiesRon: TC you are a good manTC: Still don’t stop my dick from needin pussy thoughTC: I get in her puss maybe once a couple months manTC: Aint no man should go that long between cumminsTC: This damn computer done saved my sanity I thinkTC: Let me shoot and have fun and not be needin her damn snatch no howRon: She know you do this shitTC: NawTC: She work nights at the hospitalTC: She be head nurse thereTC: She be damn good at her jobTC: All the other nurses like herRon: You think shes getting some on the side TC

[Another long pause]

TC: Yeah
TC: I think she be fuckin a male nurse down thereRon: DamnRon: You know TCRon: I think my wife is tooTC: Damn womenTC: Cant live with them cant live without themRon: Now that is damn true!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!TC: What make you think she is cheating on yaRon: Give me your promise you wont tell too TCTC: I promise not to tell manRon: WellRon: That night we watched that whore getting it fromJR?TC: YeahRon: She caught meTC: NO SHIT!Ron: YeahRon: Not only thatTC: What?TC: Cum on man, spill the storyRon: Well she caught me jackin and then got all sexyRon: but wouldn’t let me touch herRon: She started friggin herselfRon: She has NEVER done that before in front of meRon: She has this massive orgasmRon: Then I hear her talking on the phone all soft and cooing and shit while she is locked in our bathroomTC: Oh man I know what that be like manRon: Really?TC: YeahTC: I came home one afternoon and I hear her talking on the phone in the bedroomTC: She be using her wedding night voice as she talkRon: Wedding night voiceRon: Oh I get it, like she is feeling sexy like on the wedding nightTC: YeahTC: And so I walk all quiet up to the bedroom door and I hear her talking to his Brucy guyTC: I could see her handTC: She was friggin herself as she talkedTC: She cum three times just talking to him on the damn phoneTC: Sorry man I gotta goTC: Gonna go get drunkRon: Hey man don’t goRon: stick aroundRon: Shit




Enjoying Messenger - Part Eighteen - Ramifications
Copyright Deni Wom 2005

Alice looked at her husband with bedroom eyes. “Come her baby, come take good care of mamma tonight. Treat me like your little whore baby! Treat me like you paid for me tonight! See how many times you can make me cum tonight honey! Bring that nice dick of yours over here and fuck this horny little pussy of mine!”

Ron had a hard time not reacting negatively to his wife’s sudden intemperate changes. She had never ever in a thousand years said such things to him! What in the world had come over her anyway?

Then he remembered the dime sized blister on his dick from jerking off for several hours as he chatted with JR and TC. He wondered if he even had another cum left in him, and if he could possibly keep it up all night like Alice wanted him to.

“What is taking you so fricking long baby, come fuck my horny cunt!”

Ron wondered who this woman was and what she had done with his wife. This was not the inhibited little wear-thick-flannel-jammies woman he was used to. She was lying there on the bed, totally nude, finger fucking her cunt like she was a slut! Her legs were wide open and her fingers were pistoning in and out of her pussy like she was used to a good fast fucking and using. No, this could not be his wife. He suspected a trick.

Half expecting his wife to slam her legs shut and yell “Trick-or-Treat and this was a trick!” at him, he lowered his own flannel jammies and crawled up onto her.

“Yeah baby! Fuck that cock of yours straight up my fuck hole stud! Breed this mare tonight!” Alice began to cum.

Not wanting to miss an opportunity, Ron tried hard to get his dick into her shuddering body. Finally after she began to quiet, he managed to gain purchase in her soggy opening. He had never felt her wet before, let alone drenched like she was now.

Ron jammed his prick deep into her. But instead of the exquisite pleasure he had expected, all he felt was the burning pain of his blister. He pulled back out and saw blood coming from where his blister had torn open, and was exposing raw nerves on the side of his penis.

Ron’s cock deflated as fast as a balloon with the opening untied.

Alice stopped cumming, opened her eyes, and looked at her husband’s soft sorry-looking bloody penis. Instantly she realized what had transpired in her absence.

With every thing she had, she slapped her husband across his face. “You bloody fucking fool. I give you a chance to have unbridled sex with me and you do this? THIS???? You son of a fucking bitch!”

Alice rolled off the bed and stomped to the bathroom, slammed the door, and sat down on the toilet seat. Then she grinned. It was all she could do to not burst out laughing. She knew her husband would hear her if she did. And she did NOT want that to happen! No, this day had turned out too perfectly to let her husband find out she was absolutely delighted by his predicament!




Enjoying Messenger - Part Nineteen - Hey baby, make love to me, please
Copyright Deni Wom 2005

Ron remained there kneeling on all four, tears stinging his eyes from his wife’s slap. His penis was still bleeding, and burning like it was on fire. Ron could not comprehend how the day had suddenly gone so wrong.

Getting off the bed he walked over to the bathroom door and put his ear to it. All he could hear were some gasping sounds. He felt so badly about making his wife cry. And especially after she had suddenly been willing to give him his fantasy of seeing her a hot, needy sexual woman. And he had blown it. He had blown it big time.

The question was what to do now?

“Honey?” He waited hopefully, his ear still tight to the door.

Nothing, just gasps.

“Baby, I am so sorry baby.” He tried the door, but it was locked.

‘Now what?’ he wondered.

He turned from the door to retrieve his jammies. Just as he was bent over, he heard the door open. Then a foot slammed into his ass and sent him reeling into the bed frame. Before he could look up and regain his feet, he heard the bedroom door slam, then angry feet stomping down the stair. Groggy from the blow to his head, he blearily stood, trying to make his way to the bedroom door way. He heard the front door slam, then her car start as he stood there swaying. He felt wet drool dripping from his chin. He unconsciously put his hand there to wipe it off. When he put his hand down, he caught a glimpse of something on his hand. Looking down, he saw that his hand and his chest were covered with blood.

Ron tilted his head back and stepped into the bathroom. His nose was streaming with red.



Alice finally allowed her laughter to roar as she pulled away from the house. ‘YES! All night with my sweet lover, and no way for him to be angry about it! This is too perfect!” Her laughter turned into a wide shit eating grin as she drove toward her dream.

Alice picked up her cell phone, dialed, then exploded with a huge kiss when the call was answered.

“Must be my beloved Alice to kiss that loud!” The voice laughed in recognition. “Hi baby, what occasion gives me this unexpected pleasure?”

“Are you sitting down?”

“No”

“Well, sit down baby, cause I got NEWS for YOU!”

“OK, . . . . sitting down now.”

Alice could not stop giggling. Finally she managed “Sweetheart, I am coming over to spend the night in your bed!”

“What?” There was obvious confusion in the voice. “You are going to spend the night with me? Where is Ron? Did he have to go out of town or something?”

“No, but I will tell you when I get there. You will love it!”

“OK, Well, then I will change the sheets and flip on the hot tub for us. We can get naked and make love all night long.”

Alice kissed the phone again and hung up. She had waited for this night for a long, long time.




Enjoying Messenger - Part Twenty - Oh GOD baby! I am so sorry!
Copyright Deni Wom 2005

Alice drove toward home, her face a sea of satisfied smiles. She had spent the whole night with her lover. THE WHOLE NIGHT! Wow had she had a lot of orgasms! She blushed when she thought of how she had acted the night before. How she had acted over and over and over.

But she knew she would do it again at the drop of a hat! Yeah, she understood why people took extra-marital lovers now.

She growled deep in her throat as she thought about the last time they had made love that morning just before she had left for home.

Alice was singing a love song when she opened her front door.

Immediately she sensed there was something wrong. The sounds were wrong. There were none. Dead silence. No one home.

Alice panicked, moving slowly, then gaining sped, finally running from room to room desperately looking for her husband. She found no one. Frantically, she ran to his shop in the back yard. He was not there.

She began to fear she had gone too far the night before. ‘Oh god, what have I done!!!!!!!’ she thought. Walking to their bedroom she sank down on the bed, her head in her hands. This was so unlike her husband, to not be home at his normal times, his expected times, the times she needed the security of his presence. He was such a machine of his schedules.

But he was gone.

With her head still in her hands, her eyes focused on something on the floor. She knelt and looked closer.

Blood.

It was blood!

Whose blood could it be? Then she froze. Could her beloved husband have injured himself?

Suddenly she remembered when she had half playfully booted his buttocks the night before. It had been such a tempting target that she could not resist the opportunity to kick it.

Could she have? COULD she have hurt him some how?

Alice panicked again, grabbing her cell phone and keying in 911.

“Good morning, please state the nature of your emergency.” A too slow southern drawl answered her call.

“I can’t find my husband!”

“Where are you ma’am?”

“Home!”

“Do you have any idea where he might be Ma’am?”

“I . . I . . .I . . Don’t know, . . . he isn’t here. There is blood on the carpet. He isn’t here.”

“Is your address . . .. .” the emergency operator read off her address.

“Uh, . .. Uh yeah, that’s it. He isn’t here. The blood? Oh god!”

“Ma’am, I have a police officer en route to your location. Please stay there and watch for her. I will stay on the phone with you until she arrives, OK?”

“Uh . . . . . . Uh . . .. OK.”




The police officer took her in her arms and gently said, “Ma’m, we have found your husband.”

“OH GOD! Where is he? Is he OK?”

The police officer guided her to a chair and encouraged her to sit down. Then the officer knelt in front of her, looking with soft kindly eyes up into her face. “He is in the hospital ma’am. The nurse says he is awake and alert, and should suffer no permanent impairment.”

“What happened to him? Can I go see him? Is he really OK?”




Alice frantically searched for her keys, finally finding them on the floor of the back bedroom. She hurried out of the house, jumped into her car, and drove as quickly as she could to the hospital.

Barely pausing at the front desk, she demanded to know what room her husband was in. The bleary eyed clerk finally figured out who she wanted, and told her room “Room 169”, pointing in the direction she should go.

Alice hurried into the room, then stopped dead in her tracks, horrified to see her husband’s face wrapped in bandages and his neck in a brace.

He was asleep.

Alice was beside herself, paralyzed by guilt, needing to find out if indeed it had been her own actions that had caused this. She stood there, not sure if she should waken him, or let him sleep. Finally she decided to find the nurses station.

The nurses comforted her, explaining that he was on some medication to help him with his headache which had been a byproduct of his concussion.

“HIS CONCUSSION!!!!!!!!!!!?????????????” Alice almost fainted at those words.

“Yes, ma’am, he did have a concussion. He cannot remember how it happened, but he woke up on the bedroom floor and could not remember anything. So he called 911. He remembers calling 911.”

Alice thought for a few minutes that she might loose her bowels right then and there. Her whole tummy was roiling.

She staggered back to Ron’s room, and sank into the chair beside his bed. ‘Oh god, what do I do now? What if he suddenly remembers it was me that kicked his behind?’ She felt tears coursing down her cheeks. ‘God, I will just die if he wants to divorce me for spousal abuse. Oh god, what shall I do?’

Alice sat there in utter despair for a few hours staring at her beloved husband. She was certain that she was being punished for the few hours of incredible bliss she had experienced the night before.

‘Was it worth it Alice? Was it worth it to put your husband in the hospital just to get time with your lover?’ She knew it wasn’t, but still, her memories of the night in her lover’s arms brought a warm tingling feeling to her heart and to her lower tummy.




Suddenly she startled awake. Her head was filled with the remnants of her dream. She realized it had been a sex dream. This was a first for her. She had never before remembered having a dream about sex. Not even close.

And what was the feeling between her thighs. It felt like a pulsing little quiver inside her . . .. . . It was the same feeling she had had when her lover had so incredibly stimulated her to the most wonderful orgasm.

“Hi baby.”

Alice startled again, her whole body jumping. Her husband was at long last awake. Concerned, she stood up and bent over him. “Hi honey, how are you feeling?”

“Shitty.” His mouth didn’t smile. Nor did he look at her.

‘Oh god, he knows, he knows, he knows I did it to him,’ she fumed.

Slowly, her husband said “Damn, one minute I am hearing you tell me you want to make love, and the next minute I am in the hospital. What happened honey?”

A HUGE weight lifted off of Alice’s shoulders.

“I don’t know baby, but you were just lying there on the floor, like you had fallen down. Are you OK?”

“I guess so, . . . . . my head hurts like hell, but other than that, I guess so.”

“Anything I can get you baby?” She bent further down and kissed his lips as gently as she could.

“Mmmmmm, thanks honey. Love it when you kiss me. Makes my pain disappear for a few seconds.” Each word seemed to take something out of him.

She kissed him again. His lips were soft on hers. Soft, and . . .. . what was it? It was different, his kiss was different. She could not put her finger on it.

Her dream was still in her tummy, still pulsing, still exciting. She began to wonder if she might be able to have another night with her lover. She dared hope just a bit. Maybe if he drifted back off she could slip out for a few more hours of sexual nirvana.

Ron flipped on the TV. Some stupid man show he liked was on. Alice sat there on the horribly uncomfortable chair, her legs crossed in her short skirt.. Boredom set in. She began to swing her leg up and down.

‘Oh god does THAT feel good!’ she thought, her warmth in her thighs spreading, growing, pulsing, alive.

She stood up to go into the restroom that was just off Ron’s room. As she did, she looked down at Ron’s lap.

He had a hard on! ‘Oh god, I need a nice hard cock inside me right now!’ she wished. She peed and came back into the room, looking surreptitiously to see if her hubby was still hard.

He was! ‘God, I need a good stiff penis in me, god, . . . . . SO bad!’ She began to plan how she might get sex from Ron, and from her lover too.

Then it dawned on her. If she made love to Ron, he would cum, then fall asleep like he always did afterward, then she could go back to her lover’s house and spend the night! ‘Oh GOD that would be perfect!’

With mental visions of another night of extraordinary orgasms, she moved to Ron’s bedside. Tentatively she reached for his lap. She slid her hand down his tummy toward his bulge. It seemed to be beckoning her hand toward its little mound of confinement.

As her fingers touched it, she heard her husband gasp, and stiffen in his bed. She looked at his eyes and could see his need, groggy perhaps, but need none the less.

She moved toward the door and shut it. ‘Damn, no lock!’ her vaginal opening seemed to be gaining its own personality. Her own body was beginning to lead her about. She needed sex tonight. It was an incredibly strange feeling. To feel like she WANTED to have sex was so new, so special, so incredibly innervating, that she decided to go with it, ‘I am going to make love to Ronnie right now!’

She pulled down his sheet, exposing his gown. Pulling the hem up, his cock sprang free. He moaned as she took it into her warm soft hand.

“Want me to get on the bed and make love to you baby?”

Ron tried to nod, by immediately stiffened when his headache reasserted itself in a blinding flash.

After recovering for a few seconds he mumbled “Yes,” softly.”

Alice pulled her skirt up, swung her left leg over the bed rail feeling the cold steel bar pass across her cloth covered nether lips. She almost came right then. The act of sex in such a public place was suddenly a very powerful aphrodisiac to her. Pulling her panties aside, she mounted her husband, allowing her pussy to encapsulate his erection with a long slow sigh of acceptance deep into her core.

She heard the hospital room door open.




Enjoying Messenger - Part Twenty One - Consternation
Copyright Deni Wom 2005

Ron: Hey TC where is JR these days?

TC: He should be back any day
TC: Had to go to Canada for a couple days

Ron: What for?

TC: Not sure
TC: have to ask him

Ron: I want to know what happened with his slut
Ron: Besides he was going to let us watch

TC: Oh yeah watch her learn to take dick up the poop chute lol

Ron: Yeah
Ron: TC

TC: yah man

Ron: You ever wonder who this slut of his is?
Ron: I mean what if she was your wife or something.

TC: Well my wife is flat chested and my mom definitely got no blonde hair so Im not concerned
TC: Why man why worry about a woman like that

Ron: Just seems like I know her
Ron: Some how

TC: You think she be your wife or some such shit?

Ron: No she isnt my wife her tits are way too big

TC: So who is she then

Ron: Not sure
Ron: Just seems like I know her

TC: Shit man you be crazy
TC: You have to live near JR to know her man
TC: They live in the same town and shit

Ron: What town they live in?

TC: Not sure
TC: Have to ask when he come on again
TC: So what you been up to

Ron: Just got out of the hospital lol

TC: NO SHIT!!!!!!!!
TC: You OK?

Ron: Yeah
Ron: Had a concussion lol

TC: NO SHIT!!!!!
TC: What happen, your wife catch you fuckin some woman? LOL

Ron: Yeah kinda lol
Ron: Shit

TC: Hey man, what you talking about
TC: You getting some on the side there bud?

Ron: No, remember I told you I got a blister whackin when we watched JR fucking her last time?

TC: Yeah

Ron: Well my wife comes home
Ron: For the first time since our wedding night she is hot

TC: How long you been married man?

Ron: Ten years

TC: Shit man you like me
TC: my wife be a frigid bitch
TC: Dont never give me no booty man

Ron: Hey man you black or brown or white or what?

TC: I be black man

Ron: Im white
Ron: So you got a nice big black cock and your wife won’t fuck it?
Ron: Your wife white or what?

TC: No she be black too
TC: She has light skin though
TC: Body built to fuck and her switch done shut off lol
TC: Cant find the switch to turn her back on no how
TC: So tell me bout what you getting on the side man
TC: Any pics of her?

Ron: No man
Ron: Seriously I got that blister
Ron: And she comes home hot and has her legs all wide open on the bed and ready to go and begging me to stick it in her
Ron: Shit
Ron: I had whacked so much that day
Ron: I came three times
Ron: No way I could get her off I was thinking
Ron: But just seeing her all spread open and fingering herself like that I got a instant hard on
Ron: Could not believe it
Ron: So I stuck my dick in her steaming hole
Ron: And the skin on the blister on my dick tore off as I was going in
Ron: Ever have the skin come off your new blister before?
Ron: Let me tell ya man, it hurts like fucking hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lol
Ron: I lost my hard on
Ron: I pull my cock out to stop it from hurting
Ron: She sees the blood and my raw blister
Ron: and swears and slap me and kicks me off the bed to get away and runs into the bathroom all crying and shit
Ron: Man I was totally shocked
Ron: Didnt know what to do
Ron: Listened at the door and she was bawling and crying and god
Ron: I mean what could I do
Ron: So I go back to the bedroom and start to pick up my jams and wham I feel her foot hit my ass and it smacks me right into the bed post and broke my nose and knocked me out.

TC: NO SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ron: Yeah, I woke up and was bloody all over and was way dizzy
Ron: and she was gone vamoose chingada
Ron: I passed out a couple times and could not walk and finally crawled to my pants and pulled out my cell and dialed 911

Ron: Ambulance took me to the hospital
Ron: Set my nose
Ron: Told me to get bed rest all night and 24 hours while they watch for blood clots in my brain and shit lol
Ron: So my wife comes to the hospital the next morning about 10 in the morning
Ron: Saying shes sorry I am hurt and shit lol
Ron: I played dumb
Ron: Told her I didn’t know what happened
Ron: She never really said sorry for what she did or where she had been all night or any shit
Ron: TC my man I think shes fucking around on me
Ron: What you think I otta do?

[There is a long pause in the chat]

Ron: TC your wife ever screw around on you man?

[There is another long pause in the chat]

TC: Yeah, she be fucking her boss right now as we chat man




Enjoying Messenger - Part Twenty Two - Poop Chutes
Copyright Deni Wom 2005

TC: Hey man, JR be back man!

Ron: Is the cam session on tonight then?

TC: JR says AS SCHEDULED!

Ron: Well Cool!

TC: See you in one hour ma man!
Ron: TC

TC: Yeah man

Ron: What you going to do about your wife?

TC: What you going to do about YOUR wife?

Ron: Shit man I got no clue.
Ron: How you know for SURE she is fucking her boss?

TC: I will send you a video tape of it man
TC: You can sit there and whack off around your damn blister and watch my ho be a ho
TC: Then you can tell me if I know FOR DAMN SURE she is fucking around and shit!
TC: See you in an hour man
TC: Im gonna go have a beer




A few minutes later, Ron did indeed get a message withan attached video from TC.




At exactly the right time, JR came on.

JR: You two there?

TC: Yeah man

Ron: Yes

JR: You two ready to watch me pop her ass cherry?

TC: Yeah! Right ON bro!

Ron: You bet!

JR: OK, well I got twelve others wanting to watch too
JR: so I wanted to make sure you two were on before I tell two of them that they are out of luck.
JR: BRB after I hold a little auction
JR: Going to make some bucks off her little shitter tonight! Lol




JR: All right
JR: All ten of you ready to see my little whore take it up her sweet ass?

[Everyone quickly answered “Yes!”]

JR: Ron you ready to take the controls of the camera?

Ron: Ready and waiting

JR: OK then you got it as of now




Ron immediately scanned the room. No one was there other than a fully clothed JR. Just as Ron was ready to ask where she was, the door to the room opened and the blonde woman walked in, her head mask already in place. Her voluptuous breasts swayed as she walked purposefully toward the bed. She was totally naked other than the upper half of her face and her head being covered by the same Lycra mask.

Most of the newbies were muttering to themselves. Ron wondered briefly how many of them were making money in their own houses, selling the view of their computer monitor to their buddies.

The woman walked to JR and smiled up at him. Ron noticed her eyes were a brilliant blue. He zoomed in on her little kitty. It was already drenched with her passion.

Ron moved the camera vertically, giving each man a close up of her incredible breasts. It was as if they had their own suspension system. With every movement she made the jiggle of her breasts got Ron’s attention. He starred at the perfection on his screen for a long time. He moved the camera as she moved about, giving the men their fill of her pulchritude.

Finally Ron zoomed back out, again showing JR’s body, naked now, his magnificent prick in a semi hard state already.

“So my little whore, are you ready to take my cock up your virgin ass?”

Everyone could see her stiffen, still unused to such vulgar street language. She looked down, but nodded her head ‘Yes’.

“I can’t hear you my sweet little slut! You ready to take a big black cock up your ass hole? Take it all? Take my big black prick and my black man’s cum in your asshole? Like a common street whore? Huh? Talk to me slut!”

The men could see her take a deep breath. Then her head came up, she looked JR directly in his eyes, jutted her breasts out proudly, and said, “Yes, your fuck whore is ready to have her ass reamed and fucked and black cock filled!”

The woman’s body instantly wracked in orgasms so strong she collapsed backward onto the bed, her body writhing in ecstasy. Ron zoomed in on her pussy. Her legs were spread wide as her hips humped her pussy up and down around an imaginary penis.

Her little sex was wide open. As she quieted, Ron zoomed in tight, focusing carefully, giving the men a view of the pink interior of her widely opened pussy hole, glistening in her own honey dew. A small rivulet of her wetness driveled down across her asshole as the men drooled, every hand hammering their randy pricks.

The camera angle was such that the men could see her breasts heaving, acting as the back drop to her wetness.

Several moans were now audible as several of the men could not hold back their erectile detonations.

JR moved to stand over her head. His immenseness dangled over her mouth, which was still open in the perfect ‘O’ of her orgasm. Her eyes were closed. Ron zoomed up and onto her face, JR’s cock head showed on the left side of the screen. With infinite tenderness, he allowed his prick to tease her delicate open lips. Back and forth he moved it as she continued to quiver in her post orgasmic bliss.

It was almost a surprise to the men when her pink tongue suddenly swiped the tip of his cock, collecting the gathering drop of his manly essence onto her kiss.

She moaned, wishing JR would pleasure her randyness quickly. She had almost grown used to his showmanship, but still she would rather have had him inside her body for the whole time, rather than waiting.

But she knew she was his whore, and whatever he needed to do to make money off of her body was what she would do. She knew that as long as at the end of it all, he would put himself inside her, she would put up with anything.

Her tongue continued to bath his dark purple head as he continued to caress her succulent lips. At long last JR lowered his dick into her eager mouth. Immediately her jaw muscles began to suckle his sweet sugar.

JR reached down and pulled her legs up, holding her ankles in one huge hand as she suckled him. Ron zoomed out, then back in on her little anus. Several more drivels of her own womanly wetness had run across her rose. With his other hand, JR inserted his thick finger into her gaping vagina, then pulled some of her gathering desire out of her opening and onto her tight pucker. He smeared it around gently, teasing her bottom with his finger.

Ron zoomed even farther in. Now the men could see the bottom of her wide open and gaping pussy hole, as well as JR’s thick finger as it circled her anal opening, wetting her there for his assault. Her tight little ass hole was quivering in need.

Ron suddenly had a flashing image of his wife’s cunt filled with black cock. Her unexplained absence the night of his hospital stay bothered him a great deal. With great effort, he again focused his attention on what was happening on his computer screen.

JR had one finger inside her ass now. He was slowly moving it into her deeper and deeper with each slow gentle thrust.

JR moved another finger into her sopping pussy, wetted it thoroughly and began to work two fingers into her bottom. All the while the men could see her mouth working on his cock. She seemed to be determined to take more and more of his huge prick into her mouth. Her cheeks would swell as she took him further in, then hollow as she pulled her had back, allowing him his own fresh air.

JR made quick work of opening her to his second finger, and immediately started to wetten and insert a third. Shari was moaning in need now. She was again humping against his fingers, trying to widen herself for his pleasures.

“God damn, look at that whore take a finger ass-fucking! You’d think she been doing it for years! Shit, man, look at her hump his hand!” The voice stopped suddenly when a loud grunt of cumming erupted in its place.

Shari’s ass was resisting the intrusion of another finger. JR had to work on it a bit. But with slow steady pressure, he was able to also work it into her.

When he had all three inside her, he looked at the camera and asked if they were ready to watching his cock wreck her virgin ass cunt.

The men’s answers were needy grunts.

JR pulled her hips to the edge of the bed, then moved between her widely spread thighs. Pushing her legs over her head, he placed his cock head at the opening to her wet upturned twat. In a single stroke, he forced his cock deep inside her shivering snatch.

Shari began to cum again, her body humping up and down on his blackness. JR waited until he was thoroughly awash in her pussy lube, then held her tummy down, pulled his dipstick from within her well, then placed it carefully at the door to her ass pussy.

“Whose ass pussy is this slut?”

“It is your ass pussy honey, yours to use anyway you want to baby. You can fuck it, fill it with cum, or sell it to make money honey. Please baby enter me and fuck me baby! I want to be good at this for you honey. I want my ass to be something that makes you hard AND horny. Teach me how to work my ass pussy to make you rich baby.”

Shari swayed into an intense orgasm as she finished saying those lewd things. JR used the opportunity to drive his cock head a few inches into her ass.

As she slowed, she realized that his big beautiful cock head had entered her. It spurred her to another intense shudder of pleasure.

Before that orgasm had ended, her sphincter had opened, and as she again quieted, she felt his hugeness slide up her ass pussy and into her deep anal sheath. His socketing so deeply into her caused another massive orgasm that lasted until she had passed out.




When she awakened ten minutes later, JR began to slowly, ever so slowly, move out of her engorged bottom. Her moaning could be heard by every man. And the chorus of groans and the distinct sounds of sexual panting filled the room.

Ron was so hard and so close that he was unsure if he could hold off until JR came. Then his thumb grazed the raw skin of his blister. The pain stopped his climax in its tracks. He relaxed.

As he relaxed, he felt something touch his right elbow. Ron whirled around to see Alice standing there, her arms crossed over her chest in definite, seething hostility.

“You can whack off anytime you feel the need, but when I need you to make love to me, you can’t because you whacked off to much. Is that it?”

Ron could see her working herself into a terrible temper fit.

Ron could think of nothing to say in his own defense.

Finally she whirled on her heel and strode to the door. Once there she turned back toward him and said “You like watching women take huge black cock, huh? Well, I think I will get one and test it out! May even make you watch me get fucked up the ass like that!” She stepped through the door, then stuck her head back in and said “You fucking asshole whack-off loser!”

And she was gone again.




Enjoying Messenger - Part Twenty Three - Making Black Babies
Copyright Deni Wom 2005

TC: Hey man what happened to you the other day

Ron: My fucking wife walked in right while we was watching that woman take it up her virgin ass.

TC: No SHIT! LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ron: Yeah she was really pissed lol
Ron: Went out and found her own fuck and stayed gone all night

TC: Oh shit man you OK?

Ron: Yeah
Ron: She said sorry then next day and we made up

TC: Well
TC: JR was really pissed
TC: Made me take over the cam
TC: Said you were no longer allowed to do the cam
TC: Said you was going to pay or not watch him make the slut a baby

Ron: SHIT!
Ron: No way I can afford to pay

TC: You much better on the cam than me man lol
TC: If he is going to keep selling these videos he needs you on the cam not me

Ron: He is SELLING these?

TC: Shit yeah man
TC: What you think he be doing with them lol

[There is a pause as Ron thinks this through]

Ron: How you know this TC

TC: I got one
TC: That is how I met JR
TC: Bought one off him and some other broad named Angie or some such shit
TC: Want me to shoot it over to you?

Ron: Yeah

TC: OK brb

[In a few minutes, an email arrived. As Ron downloaded the huge file from MegaUpload, he began to sense that he knew who the woman that he had been watching was.]




“RON! Damn it, I need help in here!”

Ron immediately got up and trotted into the kitchen. “What babe?”

“Don’t you dare call me babe. What you think I am, some little bimbo, like that blonde slut you watch on the computer?”

Ron’s head sank in despair. “I have not watched her since the other night honey when you caught me. Honest!”

“Well, I have been having fun with MY lover every day! What do you think about that, you damned pansy ass?”

Ron stood there, heartbroken that his wife was still seeing her male friend. He shook his head, unsure as to how to respond to his wife on this issue. ‘It is Thanksgiving Day for god’s sake, why can she not leave this alone?’ he wondered silently.

The door bell rang just at that moment.

“Get the damn door!”

Ron hoped that the WHOLE day would not go this badly.

Ron opened the door, then hugged his sister as he shook her husband’s hand.

Trying to sound congenial, Ron effused “Come on in you two!” Ron stepped aside and waited for his sister and her husband to pass by him before he closed the door. Playing the perfect host, he took their jackets and hung them up.

By the time he got back to the living kitchen, they were all sitting at the table in the breakfast nook, drinking coffee and chatting away with Alice, laughing and joking, and catching up on their separate lives.




As Ron and Kevin watched the football game after a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner, Ron could see his wife and his sister talking in the kitchen. They were sharing coffee after doing the dishes.

During one time out, he studied his sister’s face as she talked animatedly with Alice. Her face had been a sea of smiles all day long. She was positively glowing. As Ron watched, she was holding her hands up, seemingly demonstrating the circumference of something that might have been about four inches in diameter. Alice’s head jerked back in delight and surprise.

Then his sister held her hands apart, showing the length of something. It appeared to be about fourteen inches long.

Alice put her hand over her mouth, obviously showing delight and shock, her eyebrows raised in glee.

Alice leaned forward and surreptitiously said something to his sister. They both whooped and got up.

They were grinning like two kids when they appeared in the TV room a few seconds later.

“Ronnie, we are going over to your sister’s house and do some stuff. We’ll be probably be back about 6 for desert.”

Both women rushed to get their coats, then giggling like mischievous schoolgirls, dashed out the door to Alice’s car and drove away.

After another boring couple of minutes watching the football game, Kevin looked at his brother in law and asked “Hey man, I brung a porno over, want to watch it, since the women’s gone? It’s damn good! It’s a amateur one. Wait till you see the fucking cock on the black guy!”

Ron waved his hand, still thinking about what to do about his wife and her boyfriend.

Kevin smirked importantly as he adjusted the TV components to run the DVD, then inserted the DVD and pushed ‘Play’. Ron noticed that Kevin’s groin was already bulging.

Then, shocked, Ron watched as JR and the blonde woman suddenly filled his TV screen.




Enjoying Messenger - Part Twenty Four At Last!
Copyright Deni Wom 2005

Kevin leaned forward as they watched the blonde woman being stretched wide open by the other woman’s hand.

Kevin looked at Ron and asked “Hey man, that man Ron’s voice on the vid sounds just like yours. That you man?”

Ron almost panicked, searching for the right answer to the question he had dreaded ever since he saw what the video was. “Yeah,” Ron exhaled after deciding he could not get away with lying.

Seemingly unsurprised by Ron’s answer, Kevin continued to stare at him. “You ever figure out who the woman is, man?”

Ron shifted uncomfortably in his recliner. Then after trying to figure out where this was going, finally answered, “No, JR never told us who it was. She sure looks familiar though.”

Kevin chuckled evilly. “Hey man, let me show you something on your computer! OK?”

Ron was becoming more and more confused. But he shrugged, then got up and walked toward his den door.

Once in his den, Ron logged into his private computer personality, then turned the keyboard over to Kevin.

Kevin logged onto a site called “Watching.com” and then scrolled down a list of names till he came to K. K. He clicked on it. After a few seconds, several small screens came up, apparently showing different views inside someone’s home.

Then Ron noticed that in the small picture labeled “Bedroom”, there was movement.

Kevin clicked on the small Bedroom picture. It immediately zoomed to full screen. Ron tried to decipher what was happening.

He could see two women and a black man on the bed, all three naked. One woman, a white woman was on all fours, and the other white woman was guiding the black man’s penis toward her vaginal opening. The black penis was huge! Had to be as big and thick as JR’s!

Kevin clicked on the sound button and suddenly Ron could hear his sister Shari telling his wife to relax, that she would love the huge black prick as it fucked her, once she got used to the size.

From the computer’s speaker, Ron heard his sister tell his wife “Just relax baby, I have been fucking your cunt with that huge dildo for weeks now so you were ready. Just relax and let his cock come into your fucking cunt. You will love it baby! In fact you will probably be like me and never want Ronnie’s little white cock in you again. Their silly little white cocks! Kevin hasn’t fucked me since JR decide to own me.”

Alice turned to look at Shari’s face, panting. “Shari, are you REALLY pregnant with JR’s baby?”

“OH god yes! Due in eight and a half months! God, I can hardly wait!”

Ron heard Alice’s moan turn to a shriek, and realized that the monster head of JR’s huge prick had just popped inside his wife’s tight little pussy.

Kevin put his hand on Ron’s shoulder and patted it. “Just relax man, her cunt is stretched way too wide open for you to enjoy it any more now man. Just enjoy watching her being so perfectly fucked man! Watch your wife have the most intense and long orgasm of her life. Just watch man. Your wife will never be the same after this!”

Ron was stunned. Not only had he played a part in getting his own sister pregnant, he had sat there and masturbated so much he wore a blister on his dick as he watched. And the blister had obviously given his wife and excuse to leave and go out of their house on a very vulnerable night. And she had obviously run to Shari for consolation. Shari, his sister that he had trusted, had then betrayed him, had seduced his wife into taking JR’s cock into her.

Horrified, Ron realized that JR, once again, did not have a condom on. He was going to spurt right up inside his beloved wife’s cunt!

Then to Ron’s horror, he heard Shari ask Alice excitedly “You’re off the pill now right?”

Alice nodded vigorously as she felt JR sliding further and further down her tiny tight sheath.

Shari began to quiver as she experienced the first hand vision of her sister in law taking her lover’s huge black cock into her unprotected vagina.

“And tonight is your most fertile time of the month, right baby?”

Alice began to cum as she shrieked “YEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! OH GOD! OH GOD! SO FUCKING HUGE! OH FUCK! OH GOD! CUM IN ME! Make me pregnant with your black baby JR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please fuck me deep and ooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Alice’s whole body was convulsing in ecstasy. JR continued to fill and empty her with his hugeness as Ron’s wife shuddered, totally out of control. Her hair was beginning to flail as she shook her head, cumming so hard that her whole body shivered and jiggled that Ron was becoming concerned she would injure herself.

Alice’s incoherent voice changed into the animalistic howl of a ritualized mating call.

Kevin had his dick out, stroking hard and fast as Alice was being fucked deep and hard.

Ron found himself praying that somehow this was all a dream. Praying that suddenly JR would pull out of his wife and not impregnate her. Ron knew how much cum JR carried in around in his balls, and knew that if Alice was indeed off the pill, his own little spermies stood NO chance of being the father of his own child.

Suddenly JR hunched forward and held his huge black prick deep within Alice’s spasming cunt, his balls clenching and unclenching as the potent baby making sperm within them was irretrievably launched deep into Alice’s ready fertile womb.

Ron passed out at exactly the same instant Alice did.


………The End