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I looked at my suit with a frown and said, "Not very sexy, huh?"
Joe piped up, "Don't get us wrong, ma'am, your very beautiful, but, you may want to show more skin and curves and maybe a wilder hairdo. You understand what I'm saying?"
I nodded with a frown, "Unfortunately, all my outfits are like this."
Fred said, "Don't worry little lady. I know just the thing. We'll go to my sister's place." He opened the door leading the way. We hopped into the pick-up and hit the road.
A short time later Fred pulled into the parking lot of a strip shopping center. He parked in front of a store called 'Winnie's Fashions'. We walked in as Winnie was about to close. Fred introduced me to Winnie who was giving me the usual stare that I had come to expect in this black neighborhood.
Fred explained to Winnie that I needed a party outfit. She smiled and turned walking to another area of the store. The racks were full of very skimpy brightly colored tops and skirts. Winnie showed me a few dresses and I picked two.
I wasn't wild about some of the colors, but I found a red one I liked and a white one. I went to the dressing room and tried the red one first. Everybody liked the dress. It had a frilly short skirt and strapless top. I was a bit insecure about the top so I went back to the dressing room and put on the white dress.
This dress fit me like a glove. It was very simple. The material was smooth and shiny. Spaghetti straps held up the top, which showed a great deal of my breasts. My nipples were plain to see through the material. The tightness of the dress suggested that I might need the next size up.
Finally I decided that tight was what I wanted. Besides, I liked to way the dress pushed my breasts together, producing a long deep cleavage. The dress hugged my every curve. I decided to remove my panties because they showed through. The result was pleasing. The hemline was very high. I new I would likely expose my pubic hair when I sat down. I would have to be careful unless I didn't want to be.
Fred and Joe agreed that I looked great. I selected a pair of white five-inch spiked high heels and a white handbag as accessories. I went back to the dressing room and collected my things. I almost forgot about my hair. I let it down and brushed it out. Using a little hairspray I fluffed it up.
I gave it a slight wind blown look. It hung smoothly over my shoulders and down my back. I wore bangs to make me look younger. I liked the result and so did the boys. I paid for the clothes and we left. As we were getting into the truck I noticed that Fred and Joe were sporting bulges again.
As Fred pulled away I instructed him to find a secluded spot. I told Fred and Joe that they looked like they could use a fuck and I sure new that I wanted it. Fred developed a big grin then pulled the truck around the back of the strip center. We got out and I walked to front of the truck.
I liked the way it felt walking in the high heels, feeling the stretchy dress material rub my naked body underneath. I stood facing the hood of the truck and spread my legs about three feet apart. I bent at the waist and braced myself against the hood of the truck. The invitation was plain. The boys new what to do.
Joe opened his fly and pulled out his growing penis. He stroked it a couple times and it reached its full length. Joe pulled my skirt up only a few inches exposing my vagina. He pushed the big head of his tool into me and began banging me hard. After about five minutes I orgasmed hard. I lost all senses for a moment while the pleasure washed over me.
When my hearing returned I heard Joe grunting and new he was about to cum. I looked over my shoulder into Joe's eyes and pleaded for him to cum in my mouth. A moment later he pulled out and I spun around. I opened my mouth wide and Joe lowered the head of his penis to my tongue. Soon, squirt after squirt filled my mouth. I swallowed the whole gooey load.
I turned back around and assumed the position for Fred. Before he began he tested the ease of lowering my top. By simply hooking his thumbs around the straps of my dress and pulling them over my shoulders, Fred was able to free my breasts. He began to pull at my nipples as he impaled my anus with his 14-inch penis. The electric bolts that were now shooting from my pinched and stretched nipples to my vagina were joined with jolts erupting in my ass with each thrust of Fred's member.
Without knowing it I began to moan loudly. This caused Fred to pull harder on my nipples and pound my ass harder. My moaning increased. I had another blanking orgasm. When I regained my senses, I noted that Fred had pulled out of my ass. He was holding the pent up sperm in his penis. I opened my mouth and Fred released the contents into my mouth. I lapped up the sperm, savoring every drop. I then licked Fred's soiled penis clean.
At that moment I looked to my left and noticed a third man. It was the first white man I'd seen in town. He looked like he was drunk. He had his cock out and was stroking a sizable rock hard penis. I wasn't going to let it go to waste so I let him fuck me.
He didn't last long and I didn't climax, however, it was the first wine flavored sperm I had tasted. It turned out the man was just a bum that I had awakened with my loud moans. When I was finished with the man I looked over and noticed Fred and Joe just smiling and shaking their heads.
I stretched my shoulder straps back into placed and pushed my tits back into their confines. Finally, I pulled my skirt down. I marveled at the ease of being fucked three times and becoming presentable in less than a minute. I still needed to reapply my lipstick, but I could do that in the trucks rear view mirror. We drove off to the pool hall with Fred and Joe satisfied for a while and me hot and horny as ever. I was looking forward to three or more men fucking me at once.
We pulled into the parking lot of a run down dirty looking bar. Fred parked the truck then turned to me and said, "Jenny, this place is pretty wild and can get rough. The police avoid this place. Now is the time to leave if you don't feel up to it."
I said, "Thanks for your concern Fred. I just want to know one thing."
Fred said, "What's that?"
I continued, "Can I get fucked by a lot of men, here?"
Joe piped up, "Ma'am, you'll be the only white woman in the place. There's boys in there who have dreamed of banging a white woman all their life and you, my lady, are more beautiful than their dreams would ever allow."
I said confidently, "Lead on."
Fred smiled and gave my nipple a pinch. My hand immediately went between my legs as the usual electrical charge jumped from my nipple to vagina. Fred laughed and said, "We sure know how to jump start Ms. Jenny!" All I could do was moan.
Fred entered the bar first. I followed swinging my hips. Joe followed me. My dress conformed to my body and the gentle rubbing on my nipples as I walked kept me in constant heat. I could feel the blood running through my veins. I never felt so alive. The place was busy. I watched as each pair of eyes got to know my body intimately. The dress was just a second skin. I was essentially naked. Even my pubic hair mound was accented by the dress. Every man in the place knew he had a golden invitation to fuck me. I licked my lips as I walked to make sure there was no mistake about it.
Fred lead me to the bar in the back and pointed to a bar stool. We sat down and Joe order drinks for us. I had just taken a sip of my beer and set the mug down when a large hand caressed my shoulder and rotated me around gently. There stood a large black man about 6'6" and 260 pounds.
I notice that he was stroking a rather large penis. Before I realized it he had spread my legs, causing my skirt to spring to my waist, and plugged his 13-inch penis into my dripping hole. Once his pole was safely lodged in my vagina he gripped my bottom with both huge hands and pulled me onto the rest of his penis. My shock gave way to loud moans. He had my back pinned to the bar, my bottom on the bar stool and my legs over his shoulders. He was pounding me so fast that it was a blur.
After about three minutes he paused for only a second to lower the straps of my dress exposing my tits. His hands went to work pulling and pinching my nipples. I began to moan loudly. I notice a crowd forming. After five minutes of this treatment I blacked out with a hard crushing orgasm. I learned that the more physical the fucking the harder I orgasm.
I hoped my body could hold up to it. When my senses returned I notice the signs of an oncoming male orgasm. I lock eyes with my partner and calmly said, "In my mouth." That was all it took. Roughly he pulled me into a sitting position and then down to his penis. I stuffed it in my mouth in time to take a large gooey load down my throat.
I licked the man clean and before I knew it my legs were over another pair of shoulders and another penis was plowing my vagina. Man number two had seen the previous fuck and he new that pulling on my large tits made me wild. He grabbed both nipples and began pulling. It was a little scary to see my nipples stretched out two to three inches, then pulled in all directions.
It looked sort like the cowhand yanking on a cow's udders. The slight pain I was feeling was instantly transformed into sexual pleasure as the pounding and pulling continued. I had another hard orgasm. I noticed that I was discharging a considerable amount of fluid with each orgasm. It had collected on the bar stool and I was now sliding around in it.
It went like this for about forty minutes and eight guys. I was getting just what I wanted. Each man was kind enough to come in my mouth. I enjoyed the taste a great deal. After number eight I asked if I could take a rest. Number nine looked perturbed but relented when I promised him my anus. At that moment the bartender brought a beer mug half full of what looked like milk.
On closer inspection I realized that it was not milk but sperm. It must have been from twenty or thirty guys. The bartender explained that many of his patrons were so turned on by my fucking that they stroked themselves off. He said he noticed that I seemed to like cum so he passed the mug and they all filled it up for me. I thanked him and began to drink. I downed the whole thing to their cheers and applause. I handed the mug back to the bartender and told him to keep it cumming.
I asked the bartender how many men and women were at the bar. He paused and then said, "I figure about a hundred men and four women. I looked around and noticed a black women naked on a pool table with a penis in her vagina, anus and mouth. They were giving her hell. I couldn't see any other woman but the place was bigger than it looked from the outside. Number nine was now getting irritated. I suspected that his balls were about to explode and I was eager to taste the contents. I noted a line of about 15 guys lined up behind number nine and they looked angry and frustrated while waiting. The last thing I wanted was to be hurt by a angry mob.
I stood up, pushed the material of my dress to my waist, and bent over the barstool. The men now had access to my anus and vagina in back and my mouth and tits in front. The stool was still sticky with my cum. Number nine plowed his penis into my frothy vagina and pumped me a few times to lubricate his shaft. He then gently entered my anus and slowly embedded his tool in my bowels. The tightness had us both moaning. I motioned for the next man to fuck my mouth. I also had the on-deck men pulling at my tits. For the next hour I took on twosomes in this manner.
When the line had dwindled to no more than six, I had enjoyed seven anal fucks and four vaginal fucks and had swallowed another eleven wads of sperm and had a least a dozen hard mind blowing orgasms. On the floor underneath me was a large cake pan that had collected the drippings from my vagina and anus that included the cum of eleven well-hung black men and one well-fucked white woman. The gooey mess looked like the kind of cake frosting that is put on coffee cake.
I asked for a break and slowly stood up carefully avoiding the pan. I smiled at those around me and said, "You fellas think of everything, don't you?" I picked up the pan and proceeded eat the whole slimy mess.
The reaction was another round of whistles and hoots. The bartender handed me another sperm mug. This one was only a third full. I looked back at the bartender and he shrugged, "You're wearing them out, lady."
I beamed with pride and said, "The next one should be full." The bartender nodded as I downed the latest collection of cum.
I looked around and asked if there was any place we could be more comfortable. A handsome black gentleman who had been waiting a long time took my hand and led me to the other side of the room. There was a large thick mat that covered the floor. A woman I had not seen was getting up off the mat as we approached. Her face was covered with sperm and her vagina was leaking down her leg. She was busy wiping the stuff off. I was tempted to lick it off her.
A new crop of men had gathered around me. I explained that I wanted to fuck three men at a time. I told them I preferred for them to cum in my mouth. If they didn't that was OK too.
For the next hour and a half we got down to a serious white woman gangbang. This corner of the bar was darker and the only light given off was the reflection off my white skin and the shiny well-lubricated black penises that kept disappearing inside me. It was a surreal experience. I loved the feeling of a 14-incher in my vagina and another 14-incher in my butt.
When a good pair established a rhythm, all I wanted is to stuff a third cock down my throat and have a heart stopping orgasms. I would just stop with my nose buried in some man's wiry pubic hair and shudder on the two black poles buried in my vagina and bowel. I collected a good deal of sperm like that. I began to notice that I sloshed when I moved. Now that's a belly full of sperm. I also found that I liked given the men a tongue bath after they came.
I started by licking their penis, then cleaning their balls and finally I tongued their anus. Many had recently had bowel moments and I found that I licked harder and cleaned more thoroughly in those cases. My tongue, to my newfound delight, is quite long. I estimate that I was able to penetrate most of their anuses over an inch.
This nonstop fucking continued with one man cumming and another taking his place. All three of my holes were constantly filled. The orgasms began to run together. At one point I regained my senses after a strong long lasting orgasm and noticed a change. Rather than feeling the sweaty skin of a thrusting man at my rear, the feeling was soft and dry, like...
As I turned around to look I realized why the feeling was like that of a fur coat. A large black dog, a Labrador I believed, had his paws around my waist and his eleven inch cock buried in my anus. I realized also that the men had back away to watch. I was in the middle of this mat getting fucked by an animal as dozens of men looked on and cheered.
Despite the activity of the past hours, the countless men who had fucked me and the large quantities of sperm I had drunk, I was shocked. I couldn't move. It all began to come back to me. I was the respected wife of the town minister with children who loved me. If they could see me now, getting fucked in the ass by a dog. The problem was it felt so good. I liked the way the dog caressed my waist. I could feel another towering orgasm building.
Oh, the immorality of it. I had come a long way from the preacher's sweet wife. I was now enjoying getting dog fucked. As I began to blank out with orgasm I remembered thinking, I wonder what dog sperm tastes like. When my hearing returned the dog was yelping and I realized that he was pumping his load into my bowels. I also noted that his cock felt like it had swollen to twice the size. He was stuck inside my ass.
I then remembered from the days I spent on my uncle's farm, that many male animals get a knot in their penis after ejaculation. This was to hold the sperm inside the female so that pregnancy could occur. I new that I would be like this for a few moments so I decided to rest. I collapsed down on the mat. The dog crossed one leg over my back, so that we were butt to butt, and waited.
After about five minutes the dog and I separated. He moved a few feet away and began to lick his penis. I knew what I wanted to do. I crawled over to the dog and gently began to suck the dog's penis. I managed to get some more sperm out of his cock. It tasted similar to human sperm but was thinner. Once the dog was clean I lapped up the trail of sperm that had leaked out of my asshole.
I finished by sticking two fingers in my anus and collecting what I could to eat. I was about as low and depraved as a human could get. Here I was, a beautiful woman who could have just about anything I wanted and I was here at a dingy bar being gangbanged and dog-fucked. The strange thing was I couldn't think of anyplace I would rather be.
After my session with the dog, nobody seemed to be interested in fucking me any more. Fred and Joe offered to take me back to the motel. I asked why no one wanted to fuck me anymore. Joe explained that these guys didn't want sloppy seconds after an animal.
The irony struck me. Before today, I was the type of woman who would never be caught in a place like this doing what I had done. Now, the patrons of this place were looking down at me as the nasty slut who has sex with animals. It occurred to me that I know felt comfortable with the slut label. I also knew that it was incompatible with my former status.
The boys dropped me at the motel and declined my invitation to a private session. It seems that even they agreed that I had gone beyond what passes for normal around here. Alone in the room I thought about cleaning up in the tub. I decided against it, however. I liked the feeling of all the dried sweat and cum coating my skin. I curled up on the bed and began to lick my limbs. I fell asleep with the most blissful feelings I could remember.
I awoke the next morning to a most offensive smell. I recalled to activities of the night before with horror. I also recalled the wonderful feelings that I knew I could never live without. More exploration was in order.
I cleaned up and made it to my bible seminar just a little late. For the next two weeks I studied the bible during the day and hit the streets at night. I've now experienced all the sexual activities Dallas has to offer, from the single's scene to being the main entertainment for a bachelor party.
I'm going home tomorrow. I've been trying to figure out how to return to my life as a minister's wife and mother of two and still enjoy my newfound life as a slut. I guess I will just have to make more trips out of town. If I get a chance, I'll pass along what happened in Dallas over the last two weeks. We'll talk soon.