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Friday dawned bright and clear, and my pussy was still tingling from the feel of Pat's tongue as I delivered John's morning blowjob. I looked forward to the concert, but had no idea just how exciting it would actually be. The day passed quietly; somehow none of John's friends seemed to need fucked.

When John got home from work, we changed into our concert clothes. At John's command, I put on a white lycra minidress. It was short enough and tight enough that I had to be naked underneath. My white spike heels completed the outfit.

Pat's friend must have been very important--the tickets she had given me were front row, center, the best seats I had ever seen. I'd rather not name the group, but it's safe to say that they are known as one of the rawest rap groups around. Their lyrics are blatantly sexual and cannot be played on most radio stations because of their constant use of the word "fuck." nevertheless, they have always appealed to me, perhaps because the thought of three well-hung black studs who clearly want just one thing from a woman is such a turn-on.

As usual, partway through the concert, the group announced that they needed some scantily-clad background dancers and asked for volunteers. Prompted by John, I,like every other woman in the crowd, raised my hand. "Ray", the bass voice, made his selection first, picking a rather large black woman on the left side of the stage. "I like a nice big ass!" he joked. "Jay", the tenor, picked next, taking a tiny, young black girl. "I like firm little titties!" was his comment.

Finally, "Mack", the baritone, was to make his choice. I nearly died as he pointed at me and announced, "I don't get many white chicks...get your ass up here!" Before the concert continued, they reminded us that we had to be "scantily-clad". Approaching "Big Ass", they asked if she was willing to take off her bra and panties. When she shook her head no, they asked if she would take off her dress.

Nodding yes, she pulled it off and stood there in her underwear to the audience's approval. Miss "Little Tits" was next, and, to the group's (and audience's) delight, agreed to also remove her bra. Standing on stage in just a tiny pair of red bikini panties, she looked completely flustered. As the group approached me, my mind raced. I was naked beneath my dress! I couldn't refuse to take it off; that meant I would soon be naked in front of at least 10,000 people!

Swallowing hard, I figured I might as well play it for all it was worth. When they asked if I was willing to remove my panties, I answered truthfully, "I can't do that." When they asked if I would remove my bra, I gave the same response. When they asked if I would remove my dress, I asked innocently, "Do I have to get off the stage if I don't?"

"Fuckin' right you do, white bitch." Smiling sweetly, I said, "Then I guess I'll take it off. Would you mind unzipping me?"

After Mack pulled down my zipper, I started to peel the dress from my shoulders. As my tits bounced free, the audience roared and Mack shouted, "Ladies and Gentlemen, we have white tit!" Slowly I peeled the lycra down past my waist. As I got it over my hips, I let go, allowing it to fall to the stage.

The cheers from the audience were deafening, and Mack gleefully shouted, "PUSSY! We have naked white PUSSY!" For the rest of the concert, the "three chorus girls" danced and swayed to the groups music. As often as possible, band members fondled the three of us, much to the crowd's delight.

The feeling of being naked in front of such a crowd was electric, and by the end of the concert my cunt was dripping from the fondling and ogling I was receiving. As the group finished their last number, they picked up the clothing from the stage and announced, "If you bitches want your dresses, come on back to our dressing rooms--you can get them and a lot more!"

There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted my dress back--but not as much as I wanted the "whole lot more." I wanted at least one, and hopefully all three, of those black cocks and I wasn't leaving without being fucked! Once back stage, I found Mack's dressing room.

As I stood outside, I thought about what I was about to do. Pat's gentle exploration of my body had been fun, but right now I was in the mood for a just the oppposite--I needed to convince Mack to fuck me hard and rough! Thinking about his macho onstage manner, I entered without knocking. He was drinking a beer and immediately smiled at me. "Baby," he grinned, "You are just about the best dancer we've had in a long time!"

My answer was quick and to the point--"Fuck Me."

Sputtering, Mack asked, "What?"

"Fuck Me." I repeated. "I've been standing naked in front of 10,000 people while you and your friends felt me up. Everyone out there thinks I'm a either a whore or a part of your show or both, my husband is waiting for me to come back to my seat, and I'm as horny as hell. Now FUCK ME!!"

That's all the explanation it took--Mack dropped his beer, ripped off his clothes, threw me onto the floor. "Bitch, you are going to learn to watch your mouth around a real man. I'll fuck you OK--I'll fuck you like the slut who stood out there naked deserves!"

He covered my mouth with his, forcing his tongue down my throat and slammed his cock into my cunt. The contrast between yesterday's gentleness and this all out attack was mind-boggling. This bastard wasn't just fucking me, he was intent on treating me like some kind of animal! Well, that was just the game I was hoping for, and I fought back just like an animal-I dug my fingernails into his back, bucked my hips like a bronco, and bit into his shoulder.

Growling with rage, he slammed me hard against the floor and sunk his cock into me to the hilt. We rolled around the floor, crashing into tables, knocking over lamps, and smashing anything in our way. All the while, we remained locked together, grinding our genitals into each other.

"Come on, faggot," I managed to gasp, "Is that all the harder you can fuck?"

"Bitch," he screamed, "Take this!" He slapped me, bouncing my head off the floor. The violence renewed his vigor and he started pounding into my pussy even harder. Each stroke lifted my ass off the floor and drove me backwards. Eventually, I was backed into a corner, and could slide no further. To my amazement, Mack started to stand up! With my cunt still impaled on his cock, I slid up the wall as he stood. My legs were draped over his shoulders and his hands supported my ass as he continued to slam me into the wall with each stroke of his dick.

Realizing an earth-shattering orgasm was on its way, I decided to try and talk him into coming also. Sticking with a "reverse psychology" approach, I started begging him not to cum, "All right, you've proved you can fuck, just please don't cum in my pussy! Please make sure you pull out before you come... please..."

As I expected, Mack screamed back, "Fuck you, you blonde bitch! You asked for this and you're going to get it! I'm fucking you my way and that means your cunt is going to be full of cum. You know you want it--if you're lucky you'll even get pregnant from my cum. You want that don't you? You want to feel my cum make you pregnant, don't you?"

Gasping now, trying to hold off my orgasm, I managed to spit out, "Yes! Fuck me all you want... cum in my hot little pussy... go on, make me have your bastard baby...fuck me...make me your pregnant blonde whore... give it to me... Ple-e-e-e-e-ase!"

An orgasm ripped through my body, and at the same moment I felt Mack shiver and explode. Wave after wave of his semen splashed into my cunt, filling me completely and forcing its way out around his cock.

Exhausted, we slowly slid down the wall to the floor. Kissing me once more, he rolled off of me. As he did, I realized for the first time that Ray and Jay were standing just inside the doorway watching. The screaming and crashing had no doubt caught their attention and I had been far too involved to hear them enter the room.

As I lay helpless in the corner, Mack's cum dripping from my pussy, they approached. I heard Mack tell them, "Go ahead guys, enjoy the fucking blonde slut. She is one wild little fuck, but remember, her cunt belongs to me!"

"No sweat, man," Ray said as he dropped his pants, "This bitch has plenty of holes to go around!" As he approached, I watched his cock grow and harden. It wasn't as thick as my friend Ron's, but it was at least as long. Grabbing my hair, he pulled me to my knees.

Dragging me from the corner, he growled, "Suck this, bitch!" and shoved his cock toward my mouth. Little did he know I was dying to do just that. Locking my lips around his tool, I sucked deeply and started bobbing up and down on his beautiful shaft. "Jesus," he whistled, "This broad means business. Come on, blondie, suck it down...take it all!"

My concentration on the 12" dick in my mouth was broken by the realization that Jay had shoved his cock up my ass. Judging by the feel, his was the smallest of the three pricks in the room, but it was still plenty large enough to fill my asshole. Groaning, I tied to establish a rhythm, sliding back and forth on the two cocks. As I moved forward onto Ray's monster in my mouth, Jay's cock slid out of my ass. As I slid back off of Ray's beauty, I drove Jay's dick deeply into my ass.

All the while, I was aware of Mack egging all three of us on: "That's it, fuck the bitch good. You like that don't you whore? We'll teach you something about fucking--you'll never go back to your lilly-white boyfriends after we're done with you. Come on, fuck her HARD!"

As the tempo increased, I could feel both cocks starting to twitch and knew they would be coming any second. Jay came first, sending a wad of hot cum into my ass. As I rocked forward onto Ray's prick, however, Jay arched his back to shoot again and popped out of my ass. As he grabbed for his dick, cum shot everywhere--on my ass, on my back, and down my legs. Giving up on re-entry, Jay continued to pump his cock with his hand, squirting me with load after load of his cum. The sight was too much for Ray, who also started to cum. As his first load shot down my throat, he too pulled out of me.

"Looks like it's shower the slut time!" he shouted as his second load hit me in the forehead. As the cum ran down my right cheek onto my neck, he turned my head and shot his third load onto my left cheek. Jerking his cock off, he then pushed me back and emptied his balls onto my tits.

Collapsing, I saw Mack approach, stiff prick in his hand. "One more load for your cunt, bitch!" he said as he plunged into me. Fucking me with all his might, Mack was soon coming again. Like his friends, he allowed the first spurt to come inside me, then pulled out. Straddling my prone body, he then shot his second spurt onto my stomach and pubic hair.

His third and final wad came as he stood over me, and landed squarely on the top of my head. Backing off, he looked around and asked "Anybody want another turn?" When neither Ray or Jay accepted, Mack turned back to me and ordered, "OK, blondie, we're done--get your ass out of here."

As I struggled to my feet, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the dressing room mirror. What I saw shocked even me. A red welt was forming on my face where mack had slapped me. My hair, which had been so perfectly prepared at the start of the concert, was now twisted, knotted, and matted with a combination of sweat and cum. Semen dripped from my face and tits, glistened in my pubic hair, and leaked from my pussy and ass, running down my legs. In short, I looked (and felt) as if I had been fucked by an army. As I reached for my dress, mack grabbed it.

Walking to the door, he opened it and threw my dress as far down the hall as he could. "I said get out, cunt! We're not waiting for you to get dressed--go show your husband what a wellfucked bitch looks like!" As I started out the door, I couldn't resist one more tease. Pausing, I looked back clearly wanting to ask a question. "Well?" Mack demanded.

"I... I... I just wondered," I started.

"Wondered what, bitch?"

"I just wanted to know if you'd fuck me again the next time you're in town!" Spinning on my heels, I walked out of the room, leaving three gaping mouths in the room.

Looking down the hall, I saw my dress lying on the floor--right at John's feet! As I approached, his eyes traveled up and down my cum-soaked body. "It looks like you got all you could want," he said.

"Almost," I answered, "I haven't had you yet."

John helped me into my dress and drove me home where he soon added his cum to Mack's. After we finished, I started for the bathroom, remarking that I needed a shower.

"No," John barked.

"Get back here! You fucked your way into that condition, and you're going to stay that way until morning." Thus, I spent the rest of the night marinating in the semen of four men. To tell the truth, I was almost sorry to lose it all when I did shower the next morning; luckily I'll always have my memories.

After my Saturday morning shower, I started to think about what would happen later in the day. Since John is off, Saturdays are always a big treat for his sex toy. However, as I moved around the house, I started to realize that the previous night's fucking had taken its toll on me. The bouncing and slamming along the floor had left my ass, back and legs awfully sore. There were no bruises, but I was definitely in no condition to get wild and crazy.

I tried to hide my stiffness from John, but he is pretty observant and sensitive, and therefore picked up on it right away. After a short discussion, he made it clear that today would be spent relaxing. I did stay nude the entire day, and, as usual on a Saturday, John fucked me several times.

However, he took great care to ensure that each of the fuckings was gentle and warm. He massaged and caressed me much as he had seen Pat do, and, in short, used the entire day as a physical and mental therapy to soothe my aches and pains. I repeatedly told him how guilty I felt, especially since we were already scheduled to visit my mother on Sunday. That meant that we would be unable to enjoy any fantasies all weekend.

It just didn't seem fair that I should fuck like a wild woman all week and then be too sore and too busy to satisfy my man on the weekend. As I said earlier, though, John loves and respects me, which is what makes our arrangements possible. He responded to my fears and frustration by explaining how much he does love me and by making sure I knew that being his fuck toy is just a part of our relationship, not the center of it.

Thanking him as much as I could, I promised that next weekend would be really special and that his fuck toy would take him to new heights of pleasure. I'm still not sure which of us is looking forward to those heights the most.

I promise to write again soon--hope you've enjoyed this!

Lynda