Rough Waters



Alice and I have been married for eight years and you would think by that 
time I would have known everything there was to know about her. I suppose 
that brings up the philosophical question: does anyone ever really know 
another person? I guess I don't know the answer to that, but I do know what 
she looks like. Alice is twenty nine years old and she is a pretty woman. 
Not drop-dead beautiful, but pretty in a clean wholesome way. The girl next 
door, not that I ever knew a girl next door that looked like Alice. She 
doesn't wear much make-up and doesn't need it. She has a killer body. She's 
only two inches over five feet tall and boobs that are almost too big for 
her small frame. She has dark red hair that she keeps shoulder length. Her 
eyes are emerald green. I know Alice is acutely aware that she has a body 
that causes a man, any man's, head to turn. Alice doesn't flaunt her body 
and neither does she do anything to minimize it. She has a keen sense of 
humor and a sharp mind as well as an equally sharp tongue. She loves 
children even though we don't have any of our own and have no plans to have 
kids. She also lover puppies and kittens and we have none of them either.

For most of our eight year marriage we both have been working hard on our 
careers. She a lawyer and me a professional photographer. Alice has always 
been a favorite model of mine and I suppose over the years I must have taken 
ten thousand photos of her. It was only recently that I talked her into 
posing nude for me. It wasn't until I went one hundred percent digital, just 
over a year ago, that she consented to do nudes. I think that she had 
reservations about someone in a lab seeing her images or who had control of 
the negatives. She works at a ultra conservative law firm. Anyway, I guess 
that's where the problem started. At least one of the problems.

I had this wonderful collection of nudes of a great looking woman and no one 
could see them and admire them. I suppose it some of it was pure ego on my 
part. I had done a good job capturing her image and I wanted someone to see 
them and tell me what a great job I had done. I hadn't considered the 
downside, which was the hell Alice would raise when she found out that I had 
posted some on the internet.

I posted a couple dozen nude or near nude shots of Alice on my blind web 
site. By blind I mean there is no connection to me, Don Waters. My name is 
nowhere on the site. There was a lot of activity on the site and the 
response was overwhelming. Everybody loved the shots of "Sparky". That's 
what I called her on the web page. As I said there should have been no 
problem. Alice should have never found out and no one should have been able 
to find out who the model or the photographer was.

It was just piss-poor luck. Nothing less. I thought Alice was still out of 
the house. I was sitting at my computer looking at the messages that had 
arrived at my web site. It wasn't until I saw her reflection in the monitor 
that I realized that she was anywhere close.

"What are you looking...Oh my God, Don! That's me!" I knew I was in deep 
shit and my ability to speak dissipated. I was speechless. "What 
is...Why...What the fuck is going on, dammit?" Her use of the word fuck was 
another indicator that Alice was pissed. Not that I needed another one. Her 
red face and wild eyes were plenty. If her voice got any higher only the 
dogs in the neighborhood would be able to hear her. Not that it wouldn't be 
a blessing. "You put my pictures on the computer, didn't you?" I nodded, not 
yet willing to attempt actual speech. "How could you, Don? You know how I 
feel about it. You promised me you wouldn't."

That wasn't exactly what I promised, but I didn't think it was the time to 
attempt a discussion about it. What she said was, "You're not going to show 
them to anyone we know are you?" What I said was, "No, of course not, 
sweetheart. I wouldn't show them to anyone we know."

It takes two to argue. At least that has always been my understanding. Alice 
didn't subscribe to that notion. She carried on a long and lively argument 
for the next fifteen minutes or so all by herself. I never opened my mouth 
the whole time. I came up with several witty rebuttals to her outburst, but 
wisely kept them to myself. After what seemed like hours, she ran out of 
steam and cuss words to use on me and left me alone.

We managed to avoid one another for the rest of the afternoon. Alice and a 
friend of hers went out to eat and shop and left me to fend for myself for 
supper. Frankly that suited me fine. I was dreading bedtime long before it 
got dark.

It took two days before Alice would speak to me without cursing me. Another 
two days before she spoke to me in completed sentences, but by Friday night 
she was nearly back to her old cheerful normal self. Saturday I felt the 
time was right so I explained to her how and why I posted her pictures, and 
how no one would ever know it was Alice Waters.

"Sparky? Why Sparky?" she asked. I explained that I had taken a photo of a 
sparkler and had superimposed her photo in side the fireworks display. I 
used it on the front page of the site and so "Sparky" came into being. "Show 
me how to get to that site," she asked. Actually she didn't ask. Demand 
would be a better description, but I sat her down at the computer and showed 
her how to access it. Since she didn't seem to be in any mood to chat with 
me, I left her at the computer and started mowing the yard.

Normally it takes about half an hour to mow our small front yard and another 
half hour to mow the back. I made a two hour job out of it because I wasn't 
in any hurry to have what I assumed would be another confrontation. She 
would find the other photos of her and the shit was going to hit the 
fan...again.

As it turned out I was wrong. After I finished the yard, did the trimming, 
and put away my equipment, I sat down on the back porch to rest. I was 
shocked when Alice came out on the porch and handed me a cold beer.

"You look hot," she said sitting down beside me on the swing.

"It's a bit warm," I said and thanked her for the beer. Since she wasn't 
hitting me about the head and shoulders with something heavy I elected to 
not mention the web site or photos thereon. In fact I elected not to even 
speak at all.

"They are good photographs," Alice said after a long silence. "but I'm still 
mad at you." Now was the time to show my mettle. Was I a man or a mouse?

"Yeah, I know sweetheart. I shouldn't have done it, but I was so proud of 
the way you looked, I couldn't keep them to myself any longer." I was 
squeaking in mous-ese and I knew it, but dammit I hadn't even seen more than 
a few square inches of her skin for a week. I was a horny mouse.

"Actually I thought most of them were very artistic. You did a good job. 
Looking at the messages, I think most of the people thought so, too. You're 
sure no one can find out who I am?"

"Yes, it's safe," I assured her. "I got the domain from some company in 
Florida and I used fake name to register it. As far as anybody is concerned 
the photos are of Sparky Knight."

"So if I respond to some of the messages they can't find out anything about 
me?"

"Absolutely correct. Just sign off as Sparky Knight and that's that." What I 
should have told her was to stay in that site. It never occurred to me that 
she might go to another site that wasn't secure, or use her e-mail, but 
that's exactly what my wife did.

Putting it together later, I discovered that she connected with some woman 
and she led her to a chat room. There she hooked up with some other people 
and other chat rooms and even a couple of pay sites. If I had only known the 
trouble that loomed on our horizon, I would have thrown that damned computer 
in the trash or in the lake. But for the time being I was fat, dumb, and 
happy. I was getting some great sex again even with Alice spending a lot of 
time on the computer.

In fact, over the next four or five months, our sex life had take a definite 
upswing. When Alice got off the computer and came to bed she was rearing to 
get it on. I was mildly suspicious, but like I said I was getting great sex 
and I damned sure didn't want to mess that up with a lot of stupid 
questions.

It was about six months after her blow-up over the photographs something 
changed. Not much but enough so that I could detect it. She became even more 
adventurous in bed. She wanted me to be rougher with her than I usually was. 
She wanted me to call her names like slut, whore, and bitch. When she 
initiated anal sex, I knew something was up. Alice would let me fuck her ass 
only on rare occasions, and even then bitched about it. One night I asked 
her what was going on.

"I've been chatting with some people," she said. "They are exploring new 
ways to jazz up their sex life. I though we should try some thing also. 
Don't you like it?"

"Oh hell yes," I hastily assured her. "I do like it. What kind of people are 
you talking about?"

"I guess you would call them swingers," Alice said. "They swap mates and 
have threesomes. You know, that sort of things." I was flabbergasted. While 
I would never classify Alice as a prude, I had no idea that she even knew 
what swinging was, let alone threesomes. "There are several couples and a 
few single guys in the chat room. One of the guys is a black man by the name 
of Vern. Chatting with them has been very educational."

I should have paid more attention to what she was saying but to be honest, 
Alice was playing with my cock and I was distracted. Alice started dressing 
more...provocative I guess is the word I want to use. I don't mean she 
dressed sluttish or anything like that. She still dressed conservative for 
work, but when we went out she really looked hot.

Okay, I'll admit I was enjoying the changes in Alice. I always wanted a hot 
to trot wife and I was getting exactly what I wanted. I'll also admit that I 
should have been wondering why the changes came about. I should have 
questioned a lot of things that I hadn't. But like I said, Things were going 
along fine and I simply applied the rule 'if it ain't broke, don't fix it'.

I should have been surprised when Alice suggested that I take some more 
photos of her, but I was so happy that she wanted me to, I wasn't. I was a 
bit taken back when she posed herself in some really sexy positions. She had 
never allowed me to take beaver shots or would she ever do wide open leg 
spreads, but she was really getting into it and I took several hundred shots 
of her that way.

I was getting a little bit concerned when she asked me where on the computer 
I put the last shoot, but I showed her where they were without asking 
questions. A few nights later she really shocked me.

"How do I upload a picture on e-mail?" Alice asked me. I was laying on the 
bed half reading a trade magazine and half watching the later show on TV. "I 
can't get it to work."

I got up and went to the computer and nearly fell over when I saw the photo 
she was attempting to send. It was a beaver shot.

"Who the hell are you sending this to?" I demanded.

"Vern," she answered. "He wanted something a little more risqué then what 
was on your web page.

"Who the fuck is Vern? And why on earth would you be sending him a photo of 
you?"

"I told you about Vern," she said. "I met him in a chat room and we've been 
exchanging mail for a few weeks."

"Dammit Alice, e-mail isn't secure. This Vern, or anybody else, can track 
you down without hardly any effort." I looked at the monitor again and saw 
that she was using her e-mail address. It was the hotmail account I set up 
for her several years earlier. AliceW@startmail.com. So much for Sparky 
Knight.

"Oh, Don, relax. Nobody can get that information," Alice said with an 
unconcerned laugh. "Besides Vern isn't that kind of man." I couldn't believe 
a member of the legal profession could be that naïve. Did she turn off her 
brain when she signed on the web?

"I don't know when you became a computer or internet expert, but watch 
this." I pulled up the return address on Vern's e-mail and had his profile 
within four minutes. Five more minutes I had a complete file on Vernon Task, 
including his home address.

"Well I'll be," Alice said when I showed her the print out. "Vern lives just 
a few miles away. He never actually said, but I thought he lived out on the 
west coast somewhere."

"You are missing the point Alice," I shouted. "Did you see how easy it was 
for me to find out about him? He can do the same thing about you." I was 
trying to get control of my anger. It was damage control time.

"Don't be such a worry wart," Alice said. "I told you Vern wouldn't do 
that."

"Bullshit!" I snapped. "Don't send him any more e-mail, Alice. Not another 
damn one. I'm going to close this account and get your profile out of the 
system."

"You'll do no such thing!" she yelled. "I have a lot of people I correspond 
with. Get away and leave my account alone."

No amount of argument on my part could change her mind. I did get her to 
agree to let me open up a new account and another address so that she could 
inform her friends and relatives of the new one.

The next day while she was at work I went into her e-mail account and 
checked her old mail. She seldom ever bothers to delete the old mail so most 
of the past months e-mail was there. I'm not normally a snoop, but I felt 
like I needed to know what the hell was going on. The first thing I 
discovered was she figured out how to attach a photo to her mail after I 
left her. She had sent Vern five very revealing photos.

Vern, it appeared, was a slick talking dude. He sent her several photos of 
him some showing all of him and I do mean all of him. Damned freak. Nobody 
should have a cock that big. He told Alice how wonderful group sex was. He 
told her that sex with a black man was the greatest and crap like that. 
Reading the shit he sent I could see that he was working on her and from her 
replies it was working, at least to some degree. She did a lot of lieing 
about what all she was doing. For a few minutes I was worried that she might 
be cheating on me. After I looked at the dates of her so called adventures I 
knew for a fact she was lieing. I wondered why she had conjured up these 
fantasies. I didn't bother reading all the mail, just enough to get the gist 
of it. There was e-mail from other swinging strangers, but compared to Vern 
they were mild. Alice hadn't bothered to lie to them. I was torn two ways. 
Part of me wanted to confront Alice and demand answers. The logical part of 
me said cool it and see where this was going.

Two days later the shit really hit the fan. It was Saturday morning and I 
was painting the mailbox when the postman came. I took the mail inside and 
put it on the kitchen table. I noticed that there was a bulky envelope for 
Alice, but I didn't pay it much attention. I had just picked up the 
paintbrush and resumed painting when I heard Alice scream from inside. I 
knocked over the paint can in my haste to get to her.

Alice was standing by the table with a handful of printed papers in her 
hand. Her face was as while as the papers. I demanded to know what was wrong 
and she handed me the papers.

It was a list of her family, her employer, her co-workers, and neighbors and 
friends complete with mailing addresses and phone numbers. There was also a 
list of my family, friends and so forth. Also there were some computer 
enhanced copied of the photos she had sent to Vern. On the last sheet there 
was a handwritten note that said, "I'll be in touch" it was signed Vern.

We both were in shock and it took several strong drinks to get us back to 
some semblance of thinking beings. The first thing I did was accuse her of 
being stupid and tell her it was all her fault. The next thing I did was 
apologize for saying it. It was her fault, but not all of it and I knew it. 
If I hadn't taken the provocative photos she couldn't have sent them. If I 
had been paying attention instead of having my head up my ass I could have 
stopped it before it went too far.

"Okay, " I said. "Now we really have to get our asses into damage control 
mode. We have the mailing list so we'll contact everybody and tell them that 
some blackmailer has altered your photos and is attempting to extort money 
from us. Why are you shaking your head?"

"That may work for our family and close friends, but it would kill any 
chance I have of ever making partner at the law firm. They would send me 
packing in a heartbeat. I'm dead meat," she added miserably. "Oh God what 
have I done?"

"Tell me exactly what you told Vern," I said. "I saw some of the e-mail so I 
know you were shooting the shit with him. Tell me everything, Alice. Don't 
leave anything out."

"It was just play acting, Don," she wailed. "I told him a bunch of stuff. 
None of it was true. Not exactly anyway."

"Like what?"

"Like I wanted to meet with him for sex. Meet with him and his friends for a 
gang bang. Stuff like that. I was just role playing, Don."

"Should we call the police?" I asked.

"And tell them what? He didn't ask for anything. He made no demands on us. 
I'm sure he will at some point, but so far he's not violated any law. I 
simply can't believe this is happening."

"So we just wait and see what he hell he wants? Is that it?"

"I guess so," Alice said tears streaming down her face. "I really fucked up, 
didn't I? I'm too stupid to live."

I wanted to say something comforting, but no words came to mind.

***

We were laying in bed that night. We both were mentally exhausted but sleep 
wasn't coming to either of us that night.

"Alice, what did you mean by not exactly?" I asked in the darkness. "You 
said you told him those things but none of it was true. Then you said not 
exactly." She didn't answer for a couple of minutes. I thought maybe she had 
gone to sleep.

"I made up things," she said. "Fantasy things. I told him how much I like 
rough sex and that I was looking forward to getting together with him and 
his buddies."

"But it wasn't completely a lie. Is that what you are saying? You would like 
to be gang-banged by a group of black men. You would like to have rough sex. 
Is that it?"

"No...yes...I don't know, I suppose so. I was in a pay site a few months ago 
and that was the main theme of the group. I got caught up in the idea of it 
and played with it in my mind. I wasn't ever going to actually act on the 
fantasy. I started chatting with Vern more on that subject. I guess it 
fulfilled something in me just to talk about it." She was silent for a 
little while. "What do you think it's going to cost us to buy him off?"

"I don't have any idea, Alice," I answered. "I can only speculate that we 
are going to pay dearly. One way or the other."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I think your fantasy is going to become reality. I think Vern is going to 
demand you follow through on your big talk." She didn't have any response to 
that.

Sunday morning we slept a little later than usual. Alice fixed us a nice 
brunch and we ate on the back porch. It was pleasant until the phone rang.

Alice answered and I could tell by the expression on her face it wasn't 
good. She mouthed the word "Vern". She did more listening than speaking and 
after a few moments she hung up.

"He wants us to meet him at Bill's tavern at one this afternoon," Alice said 
softly, not looking at me. I almost asked if she thought we should before I 
realized that would have been a stupid question. I didn't think we had a 
whole lot of choice.

Bill's tavern is an in between kind of place. Certainly not up-scale bar but 
not quite a dive. I had only been in the place once, several years earlier, 
attending a friends bachelor party. Alice and I arrived a few minutes before 
the appointed time. Vern beat us and I recognized him from the photos he had 
sent Alice. He looked bigger and meaner in person and when we approached his 
table he indicated we should sit.


"How you doin'?' he said. His voice was rough like he needed to clear his 
throat.

"Let's get to it," I said. "What do you want?"

"I want what was promised me," he said without a discernible change of 
expression. "I'm goina have it or bad things goina happen. You want a beer?" 
he asked when the waitress appeared. She gave us a funny look. I suppose we 
did present a strange trio. Alice and I were in our yuppie costumes and Vern 
in his gangster attire. At least that's what I assumed was the look he was 
going for. I ordered a screwdriver and Alice asked for a glass of white 
wine. Our order got a sneer from Vern.

"Exactly what is it you want?" Alice asked.

"Me and you connected," Vern said. "I want some of what you promised me. You 
know what that was. You said you and hubby here were all for some fun and 
games. It's time for the fun and the games."

"What if we go to the police?" I asked him.

"And say what?" he said with a short barking laugh. "Get real, man. Here's 
the deal. Me and Alice are goina get it on. She claims she lookin' for some 
black cock and I'm the man to give it to her. She say she lookin' for some 
hot rough fuckin'. She ain't goina have to look nowhere else. It's goina 
happen, man and you better get used to thinkin' it is." He gave Alice a hard 
look. "Else you goina get all fucked up." I looked around to see if anyone 
was close enough to hear his crude comments. We were not that close and no 
one seemed to be paying us any mind.

"Look, Vern, She was just playing a game with you," I said. "That's all."

"I ain't in to no games," he replied. "Here's how it's going down. You 
better be paying attention. Next Friday you goina bring this whore to me. Me 
and my buddies are goina give this cunt all the black meat she wants and 
then some. If that don't happen, then on Monday I start fuckin' up your 
life. I send the pictures out to everybody on that list. I ain't fuckin' 
around here and you fuckin' better believe it. The bitch say she want nigga 
cock, she gonna get some nigga cock. You wanta call the cops, go ahead and 
call."

My mind seemed to lock down. I couldn't get a clear thought going for me. 
Luckily Alice was thinking better than I was. She went into litigator mode.

"No, I'm not going to be blackmailed, Vern," she said calmly. "If you ruin 
my life, what do you get out of it? I'm thinking that you would be better 
off taking some cash and forgetting about sex."

"You might be right," Vern countered. "What kind of money you talkin' 
'bout?"

"Say five thousand dollars," Alice offered. He appeared to be considering 
it.

"Naw, I'm thinkin' fifty thousand," he said after a moment.

"That's impossible," Alice snapped. "We don't have that kind of money laying 
around." She was right about that. Laying around or anywhere else. We both 
were making good money but it was only recently that we were. We put a lot 
of money down on our house and that had effectively wiped out our savings. 
Plus we both were driving fairly new cars. We were living the upper middle 
class American dream. In debt to our eyes.

"Well then you fuckin ho, you better be think 'bout something you do have 
layin' 'round. You got pussy and that's what I want." I realized that Vern 
was stroking Alice's leg under the table. I also realized that she wasn't 
resisting his attention.

"Look Vern," Alice said leaning toward him. "You seem like a reasonable guy. 
I don't want to get involved with you. It's just that simple. I was playing 
a game, that's all. It's not going to happen."

"Well I think you wrong," he said leaning toward her until their faces were 
only inches apart. "I think you do want some black meat. I think you may 
have started out playin' a game but it done gone way past that. I think when 
you told me on the computer that you was finger-fuckin' yourself, you was. I 
think you was getting' off thinking 'bout me and my hard cock. It is goina 
happen, you fucking cunt. It's goina happen or you can tell your good life 
good-bye." Alice's face was glowing red. I think only part of it was from 
embarrassment.

"Let's say, just for the sake of argument, that she agrees to a one on one 
meeting with you," I said. "No gang stuff. Just a simple meeting between the 
two of you. What then?"

"Then I dump the pictures of her showing her juicy pussy and we done. But 
won't be just her and me. You goinna be there to watch me fuck your wife. 
You gonna see my hard black cock make a real woman out of her and you gonna 
keep your mouth shut while I do." He got up and tossed a twenty dollar bill 
on the table. "Drinks on me. You talk it over and I'll call you in a couple 
of days to see what's shakin'" He swaggered out.

"You can't be serious," Alice said when he had gone. "You surely don't 
suggest I have sex with him."

"I don't see a lot of alternative, do you?" I got up. "let's get out of here 
and go somewhere where we can talk." The bar was filling up and a couple had 
taken the table next to ours.

I didn't want to go home right then so we drove out to the lake and found a 
secluded parking spot.

"What if I go to him and...you know? What if he still blackmails us. What 
makes you think he'll keep his word?" Alice asked when we parked. 
"Blackmailers don't stop blackmailing."

"No I guess not," I replied. "So you tell me what we're going to do." She 
shook her head and didn't answer. "I'm open to suggestion, Alice. Do you 
have anything?" Again she didn't answer.

"Tell me something," I said after a long and uncomfortable silence. "How 
long have you harbored black sex fantasies? Where did the rough sex shit 
come from?"

"I don't know how long," she said. "Maybe all the way back to high school."

"What happened in high school?"

"I saw a friend of mine having sex with one of the black football players," 
Alice said in a far away tone. "It was the wildest thing I had ever 
witnessed. Some of us went on a picnic and they went off by themselves. I 
just accidentally saw them together. I should have retreated and said 
nothing, but I didn't. I just stood and watched them copulate on a blanket. 
I don't even remember his name, but he saw me and told me to join them. He 
said he had plenty of dick for me and her."

"Did you join them?"

"No, I ran away."

"And you've regretted it all this time?"

"Maybe, I don't know. I thought about it a lot so I guess I did regret it to 
some degree."

'Did you ever fuck a black man?" I asked. I knew she wasn't a virgin when we 
married. I knew she had known other men before I come on the scene.

"No," she answered. "I almost did in college. I let him feel me up and that 
was the direction we were going when we got interrupted. I didn't have 
another opportunity. In law school I didn't have much time to date. Then you 
came along and that pretty much settled it."

"Until you started cyber-fucking," I added. "Where did you see that going?"

"I didn't think that far ahead, Don," she said sounding miserable. "I sure 
wish I had that to do over again." How many times had I said that very 
thing? "Tell me what I should do, please."

"I don't know what's best," I said. "Hell, I can't even think of an 
alternative. He did agree to a one on one arrangement. Maybe we can 
negotiate a better deal." She perked up at the word negotiate. That was her 
bread and butter.

"Maybe we can talk him into a neutral place," she said. "Not his place but 
some out of town spot." I noticed that she had accepted that she would be 
having sex with Vern. The idea upset me, and yet I was oddly aroused by the 
idea of Alice having sex with a black man. A dangerous black gangster type. 
I suppose on some level I was glad she was going to have to pay. Maybe the 
balancing of debts, of paying for ones sins. I didn't know what I was 
thinking or why.

That night we had sex. Not that it was unusual to have sex, but it was 
different. I took her as rough as I dared. I treated her like a whore. I 
called her filthy names and the more I degraded her the hotter she became. I 
even butt fucked her without any lubricant and she screamed out in painful 
passion and she came a lot. Not the little wimpy orgasms but big ones that 
left her breathless and sobbing for air.

Vern called on Tuesday night. He wouldn't give in on the location in spite 
of Alice's skills as a negotiator. It would be his place or no place. I did 
get him to agree on a few ground rules. No cameras or video and no pain. I 
certainly didn't want Alice hurt. I also got him to agree to wear a condom, 
and the sex would stop when I said so. That was as good as we got. I should 
have been suspicious when he agreed on those terms.

Vern had some specific demands. He told Alice what to wear. He wanted her to 
look like a classy slut when she arrived. ***

After a long and tense couple of days we set out to meet Vern . I noticed 
that as Friday drew near, Alice became less nervous. She seemed almost 
tranquil and ready for her ordeal. Maybe even anticipating the meeting.

Following Vern's directions, we passed through some lower class white 
neighborhoods, some mixed Hispanic and white, and some black mixed with 
Hispanics. We found the building where Vern lived without too much 
difficulty in an all black neighborhood as far as I could tell. It was a row 
triplex, three apartments on one level.

There were a lot of stares from the neighbors and people on the sidewalk. 
Some were hostile, some were curious, and some were knowing looks. Alice was 
wearing a white blouse with designer jeans and black four inch heels. The 
blouse was sheer and she was not wearing a bra, as Vern had ordered. She 
didn't have on any underwear for that matter. When she walked her big boobs 
bounced and swayed. Alice is a striking figure in any company, but even with 
all her beauty, she looked out of place in that ugly neighborhood. One man, 
a tall, large, very black man, wearing tan chino's and a white tee shirt, 
seemed to give her a lot of attention as we went up the steps to the front 
of the building. A lot more attention than she normally got, which is always 
considerable. Vern lived in the apartment on the far left of the row. I 
knocked while Alice stood next to me, her hands nervously clinched. The door 
opened and Vern invited us in with a silent wave of his hand.

As I said, Vern was a big man. Not so tall as he was just bulky. I'd guess 
about six, maybe six-one, and an easy two hundred fifty. If any of it was 
fat I couldn't see it. His hair was closed cropped, and his eyes were dark 
and piercing. I would describe him as medium brown in complexion. Vern had a 
large scar running along one side of his face from the edge of his eyebrow 
to the corner of his mouth. He looked Alice over carefully without changing 
his forbidding expression. He started his gaze at her high heeled feet, and 
slowly raised his eyes until they came to rest on her beautiful, but anxious 
face. Alice looked like she was about ten seconds from a full panic. 
Tranquility had vanished.

"So you finally got around to bring me this fuckin' slut bitch, Don." It 
took a moment for me to realize that he was speaking to me. I mentioned he 
had a low husky, almost gravely, voice, but it seemed harsher here in his 
own place. I was a bit surprised to find that my mouth was dry, and I 
couldn't find an acceptable reply. I just nodded. "Your fuckin' job is 
over," he said in his harsh voice. "Sit your ass down and keep your fuckin' 
mouth shut. Don't interfere. Don't talk."

There didn't seem to be anything to say to that, so I did as he said. I went 
over to a ratty looking upholstered chair, and sat down. I took a quick look 
around the room. I could see a small, but neat kitchen area. To the left of 
that was a dining area with some heavy drapes I supposed hid a sliding glass 
doorway. The drapes were closed, but I could see light around the edges. 
There were two other doors, a bathroom and a bedroom I guessed.

"So you want some black cock, huh, you piece of fuckin white trash?" Vern 
said advancing toward Alice. "You want your little married white cunt 
stuffed with some real cock?" She made a little squeak, and bobbed her head. 
"You waitin' for me to rip that fuckin' blouse off, or are you goina take it 
off.?"

Alice's hands went to the top button almost in slow motion, "Hurry it up you 
pretty piece of white fuckin' cunt. Get the damned thing off, and I mean 
now!" He hadn't raised his voice, but it did deepen. There was a clear 
warning in his voice. Whatever it was it got Alice to moving faster. When 
she got the blouse off she looked around for a place to put it. Vern grabbed 
it out of her hand and tossed it over his shoulder without a glance to see 
where it landed. Even from across the room I could see that Alice's pink 
nipples were hard. They were poking out like two pencil easers. I could also 
see chill bumps on her white breasts. It wasn't cold in the apartment.

"Now ain't that fine?" Vern said his face expressionless, as he gazed at her 
breasts. "Yes sir they are mighty fine tits." He reached out one of his 
large hands and cupped her left breast, gently caressing it. I could hear 
Alice softly mewing. She loves for her breasts to be played with. Suddenly 
without warning his other hand slapped her right breast from below. That had 
to hurt, because I could hear the sound of the slap across the room. Alice 
would have stagger backward if he had not grasped her left nipple hard, and 
held her in place. "Did I tell you to stop undressing?" he demanded. "Get 
rid of them fuckin' pants."

The shock and surprise still on her face, Alice hastened to obey. She had to 
sit down on the couch to get the tight jeans off. She also had to take off 
her heels.

"Put your shoes back on and stand up," Vern commanded. She did as he bid, 
standing before him mother naked except for her heels. He used her hair to 
pull her to him, and he covered her mouth in a smothering kiss which lasted 
more than three minutes. I could see Alice quivering as he kissed, and 
fondled her. I could tell she had at least one smallish orgasm.

When Vern released her I could plainly see that Alice's lips were red and 
puffy from the brutishly hard kiss. Her breathing was rapid, also. Vern 
grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her to the sliding glass door. 
With his free hand he pulled the drapes open and shoved Alice up against the 
glass. I craned my neck to see around them. There were several men, maybe 
six or seven, in the grass bare yard outside. They were grinning and yelling 
something that I couldn't hear.

Vern opened the door about six inches. "See what I'm goin' be fuckin'? I got 
me a real ripe piece of fuckmeat here. I'm goina be shovin' my cock in her 
married white cunt in just a few minutes. After that I'm goina be takin' her 
ass. I'm goina make the fuckin' cunt suck my cock until I cream in her 
fuckin' mouth. Look at this bitch! Look at this piece of white fuckmeat! 
This cunt is goina take Nigga dick all fuckin' night! You boys stick around, 
and I'll let you watch me fuck this whore. Hell, I might even let you have 
some of her trashy white pussy when I get enough of it."

That statement caused a loud cheer from the watching men. I can only imagine 
what Alice looked like from outside. Her breasts were smashed against the 
glass, as was her face. Vern roughly pushed her legs apart and pushed on her 
ass until her flat tummy was against the glass for all the watching eyes to 
see. I could see that he had at least one finger in her pussy from behind. 
Still using her hair as a handle he whirled her around and when she was 
facing him, he slapped first one then the other of her breasts, causing them 
to bounce wildly. I wondered what his definition of pain was.

"Get on you whore knees, you stinkin' piece of white fuckmeat," Vern said. 
They were still in front of the glass door. "You want Nigga cock, get you a 
mouthful of some." He let his pants fall around his ankles exposing a rigid 
black cock. It looked even bigger than the pictures he sent. "Suck me, 
whore. Wrap your pretty white girl's lips around a real man's cock."

I watched as my pretty wife took his pulsating cock in her small hands. I 
watched as she leaned forward, her lips parted in preparation for taking his 
cock in her mouth. I moved a little so I could see her face as she put her 
mouth on his manhood. Alice had a glazed, almost dreamlike look on her face 
as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. I could hear the men 
outside cheering as she begun to give him a blowjob. She sucked his dick for 
about five minutes when Vern took both hands full of hair and begun to face 
fuck her. Alice choked and sputtered and even pushed against Vern's tree 
trunk thighs with her little hands, but he did not let up. He did it hard 
and vicious for a few minutes. Tears were streaming down out of my beautiful 
wife's closed eyes. Vern stopped his brutal attack on her mouth just as 
suddenly as he had began. Still using her hair to control her head he pushed 
her away from his hard jutting cock.

"Get up on your feet you miserable excuse for a cunt," he said to her. She 
was still gasping for breath as he helped her up, using her hair again. From 
the profile of his face I could see from my seat, he hadn't changed 
expressions at all during the blow job or his attack on her mouth. "Sit your 
white ass up on the table, whore." He was referring to an old fashion chrome 
and green Formica table that was in front of the sliding glass door. When 
Alice didn't move fast enough to suit him he picked her up, using her 
elbows, and slammed her down on the edge of the old table. He gathered her 
legs up and spread them as far as they would go, causing her to lay back on 
the table.

"Now you goina get some black cock in your white married cunt, you cock 
suckin' whore," he said moving up between her legs. He stooped just a little 
so that his glistening black cock was lined up with Alice's pussy. He called 
out the open door to the guys in the yard. "You boys get in here and watch 
me fuck the shit out of her pretty white body. You boys gather 'round and 
watch a man fuck this cock suckin' white trash cunt."

The men scrambled in and surrounded the table, blocking my view. I got up 
and moved around so that I too, could see Alice's debasement. Vern was 
poised ready, his weapon at the folds of Alice's pussy. Alice's eyes were 
wide open and as large as saucers.

"You ready cunt?" he said. Alice gulped, swallowed and nodded her head ever 
so slightly. Vern put an inch of his big cock into her wet pussy. He paused 
and looked down at her then shoved another inch into her. "What do you 
think, bitch?" I don't think Alice was capable of forming words right at 
that moment. He shoved another inch into Alice's pussy. "You like that black 
cock, whore?" Vern began to rock back and forth with the three or so inches 
he had in her. Alice closed her eyes and after a few moments of his shallow 
thrusting, began to hunch back at him. I could see that now she had become a 
willing participant.

"Now the cunt is getting into it," one of the black watchers said gleefully. 
"Bitch is just beginning to show some respect for prime black cock."

"Hey, Vern," another man said. "You gonna let us have some of that pussy?"

"Sure thing, man," Vern said. "But it's gonna cost you. You boys use that 
bowl over there. You gotta put a dime in the bowl for each time you fuck the 
bitch and a nickel for a blow job. Whore done come for black cock. Gonna 
make fuckin' sure she gets plenty." He eased forward, driving another couple 
inches of his pole in her. "James, you and Malcolm get hold of her nipples, 
and hold on good. I'm about to let her have all my cock. Don't want the 
bitch to try and back up on me."

The two men, Malcolm and James, I assumed, grabbed my wife's pink nipples. 
They both tugged at them. Alice's eyes had been closed, but they flew open, 
as did her mouth, when Vern lunged forward cramming all his cock into her. 
She screamed silently for a moment, then became very vocal. I'm sure her 
scream could be heard a block away. I started toward them.

The man who had watched us enter so carefully, stepped over and stopped in 
front of me, blocking my progress "I'm Tony, and it don't make no difference 
if she yell her head off," he said. "Folks know what the cunt came for. 
Ain't nobody give a shit. You don't want to be interferin'. Best you go back 
over there, and just watch your whore wife get a fuckin'" He was smiling, 
but it wasn't a nice smile. It was menacing smile. There wasn't any question 
in my mind that he could toss me around like a doll. Tony looked to be an 
easy six and a half feet tall and most likely three hundred or so pounds.

"Okay," I said. "But tell him to take it easy...please."

"Sure man," he said. He raised his voice above the screams, groans, and 
yelling from Alice, "Hey, Vern. Hubby wants you to take it easy on the 
bitch's fuck hole."

Vern didn't answer. He was busy methodically stroking in and out of Alice. 
He was listening to some internal cadence. The two men had released her 
nipples and each had a handful of her beautiful breasts, and they were 
mauling them. I felt fear for Alice, anger at Vern for going back on his 
word, and an excitement that I can't explain. Also there was a tiny worm of 
satisfaction running through my mind. I wanted to yell at Alice, and tell 
her that 'you wanted rough sex, and now by God you're getting rough sex. 
Hope to hell you like it.' In all honesty most of my emotions were centered 
around Alice's safety. I was scared for her. There were only five men 
including Vern in the house. Either the crowd was smaller than I first 
thought, or some hadn't come in.

All of them were big compared to my relatively small stature, and all of 
them looked like they could take care of themselves, so a small part of that 
fear I felt was for me. I knew in my heart that there was nothing I could do 
to stop them from doing what they were going to do with Alice. I was reduced 
to nothing more than a voyeur...a non-participator in the events that were 
happening.

"Hey Don," Vern said raising his voice about the racket Alice was making. 
"This is mighty fine pussy. She's tight, man. Feels like a hand in a glove 
got hold my cock and squeezing it hard. I'm in places you ain't ever been, 
Don. I'm way up in your whore wife's cunt. I'm fuckin' your cunt's sloppy 
wet pussy." He laughed as he taunted me.

After a while Alice stopped screaming, but she still gave a loud grunt every 
time Vern bottomed out in her. She was moving her hips to his rhythm, and I 
could tell she orgasm a couple of times, so I knew it wasn't all pain and 
agony for her. Vern fucked her for nearly ten minutes, and suddenly he 
pulled his still hard cock out of Alice.

"Tony, you ready?" he said. "Whatever you want is okay, just leave her 
asshole for me to take first."

The big man called Tony, dropped his pants and stepped between Alice's legs 
which the two guys that were mauling her breasts held up and open for him. 
From what I could see, Tony was a bit smaller in the cock department than 
Vern. Without any preliminary talk he plunged right in her to his balls and 
went right to quick stroking her. Alice started yelling something. I 
couldn't make out all the words, but I did hear "bring it on" a couple of 
times. I was shocked that she was taunting them. Alice may be a slut whore, 
but by God she's game. I could see that Tony came in her, because the come 
was leaking out around his cock, but he kept on fucking her for another four 
or five minutes. So much for my condom rule. Alice was coming faster and 
faster now.

Tony had no more than withdrew his come soaked cock from her, when another 
man took his place. The third man didn't last very long, but there was 
another one waiting. And another one after that. Over the next hour and a 
half they all fucked her at least twice and a couple had her for a third 
time. By the end of that time Alice was in a constant state of climax. She 
had become quiet and didn't hunch as much as she had in the beginning of her 
gang fuck. Toward the end she could only thrash her head back and forth. At 
no time was her pussy empty for more than a few seconds as they changed 
places. At no time was her beautiful breasts left unmolested by at least one 
man.. Occasionally one of the men would stick his soft unwashed cum-crusted 
cock to her bruised lips for her to get him hard again. Alice apparently 
knew that her protests would be ignored, so she complied with their demands. 
She had already been slapped once for having an opinion. Alice didn't utter 
a word of protest when Vern produced a pink dog collar and snapped it around 
her neck.

It was beginning to get dark outside when Vern called a break for Alice. He 
ordered her to go shower and clean the 'nigga cum" from her body. He told 
her to take her time, but to hurry. The guys laughed at his quip.

"Beer, Don?" Vern asked me. All the men had gathered in front of the TV and 
were watching a basketball game. I told him that it would be nice, and he 
said, "As soon as that whore of yours get out here, she'll get you one." 
That got another laugh from his entourage.

"Should I put my clothes on?" Alice asked timidity, sticking her head out of 
the bathroom door. I found that to be funny because timid is never a word 
I'd use to describe my wife.

"Naw, you don't need no fuckin' clothes. Just your shoes. Get your white ass 
out here and get us some beer," Vern told her. Nude, her redden and large, 
bruised breasts bouncing, Alice went to the refrigerator, and got all of 
them a can of beer. I could see lots of hand prints and red marks all over 
her body, particularly her hips, breasts, arms and neck. I knew she would 
have to have some pain killers later. "What the fuck is the matter with you, 
bitch? Get Don a beer, too. He done worked up a thirst watching you get your 
cunt plowed by black cock." Alice handed me the can of beer with just a 
quick glance at me. I couldn't read her expression, I look at her with 
concern. "Game sucks so you can entertain us. You boys want to see ol' Alice 
do a nude dance on the coffee table?" The boys agreed that it would be 
better than the game. Tony put some music on. It was more of that rap jungle 
music shit, but slower. Vern lifted Alice up onto the low coffee table. "Get 
to dancing, fuckmeat, and make it down and dirty," Vern told her laughing.

Alice started a tentative dance that was mostly just swaying to the music. 
Apparently it wasn't what Vern wanted from her. He got a red plastic ball 
bat, a kids wiffle ball kind. He stood behind Alice, and when she didn't 
move to suit him, he'd hit her with the bat. Mostly he used it as a prod, 
but several times he brought it up between her legs and whacked her tender 
pussy. Thus motivated, Alice got down and dirty. She stroked and fondled 
herself as she danced, squatting, and showing herself to the audience. Using 
both hands she would open the lips of her pussy and show them. The men 
yelled encouragement and instructions to her. After about ten minutes of 
that, she gave up all pretences of dancing. She sat down on the table, and 
fingered herself to an impressive orgasm to the delight of the watching men. 
She finger-fucked herself on her knees and again on her back. Alice never 
looked at me once while she pleasured herself.

"Get your ass over here and sit on my lap," Vern ordered her. Alice went 
over, and carefully sat down on the man's lap. Vern and the others had not 
bothered putting on their clothing. "Derrick will be over in a while," Vern 
said. "He had some work to do today." At Alice's quizzical look he said, 
"Derrick and Tony are my main men. These other boys are just here for your 
pussy. Derrick goina be the second man in your ass tonight. I promised it to 
him. He's got a bigger dick than the rest of us. He's gonna like your tight 
pussy, too, I'll bet." While Vern was talking he nonchalantly toyed with her 
nipples with the hand that didn't hold a beer can. He handed her the can and 
told her to drink some.

"I'm not much of a beer drinker," Alice said looking distastefully at the 
unfamiliar label. Vern responded by pinching a nipple, causing her to jerk 
upright. She drank from the can. With both hands free, Vern pulled her legs 
apart and played with her pussy. It wasn't long before Alice started to be 
responsive to his fondling. The others watched and laughed as Very finger 
fucked my wife.

A short while later, Vern told her to get up while he went to piss. "Get us 
another round of beer, and you can sit on Tony's lap." After Alice delivered 
the beer she went to where Tony sat. He was holding a near erect dick in his 
hand.

"Turn around, and sit on this," Tony said with a sneer, waving his cock. 
"That will give you somethin' to do while I watch the game. Over the next 
hour Alice was passed from man to man. Some fucked her, and some just played 
with her. She got off several times during the exchange. She drank a lot of 
beer which was strange because she never liked beer. I had a hard-on that 
hurt like hell. After the game went off they put in a porno tape. ***

It was just after eight-thirty when the door slammed open and a giant black 
man followed by a black midget came in. I'm not talking about just a small 
man. I'm talking about an honest-to-God midget, who was not even three feet 
tall.

"Hey Derrick," Vern said. "I see you brought Bobby."

"Yeah," the giant said. "Bobby wanted a piece of some white tail. He be my 
opening act. Didn't think you'd care."

"No sweat," Vern said going over to the little man who barely came up to his 
knees. The midget did a high five with Vern who did a low five. Even at that 
the little man had to jump. "How it hangin' Bobby?"

"Hangin' low, Vern," the little man said in a high pitched voice. He looked 
at Alice who stood nude in the center of the room. "Nice," Bobby said 
rubbing his tiny hands. "Damned nice."

"Yeah, she pretty good," Vern said. "Needs a lot of trainin' but she'll do. 
Glad you came, Bobby. You want to fuck her, and put on a show for us?"

The midget went over and climbed up on the sturdy coffee table. "Get your 
ass over here," Bobby said to Alice. On uncertain legs Alice approached the 
table. Standing on the table, the top of Bobby's head was about chin level 
with Alice, which put his lips right at her breasts. He used the dog collar 
to pull her to him and to hold her while he sucked. Bobby loudly suckled on 
Alice. Even as tender as her boobs had to be, she began to respond to his 
sucking. While the midget sucked he removed his clothing with Alice's 
assistance.

The absents of growth hormones had apparently not effected his penis. The 
little man was well hung for a man of any size. The little shit was packing 
at least six and a half inches of thick meat.

Wearing only his sandals the little fellow pushed Alice to her knees which 
brought her head level with his cock. Bobby didn't have to tell Alice what 
her job was. She took his stiffening cock in her mouth and sucked.

"She's a fuckin' good cocksucker," Bobby announced to the group, his voice 
even higher than it had been. "Let's see if she's any good as a fucker." He 
jumped off the table and sat Alice down on it. He pushed her down flat on 
her back, and that put her at just the right height for the little man. I 
wondered if the height of the coffee table was coincidence. I suspected that 
it wasn't, and that they had used Bobby, and the table before. Bobby rubbed 
his stiff black cock up and down her snatch a few time and plunged it in 
her. The midget fucked Alice like a man processed. His little black butt was 
a blur as he hammered in and out of her. Alice started to come quickly and 
soon she was moaning and thrashing around under the little man. Tony 
captured the erotic event on video. I had noticed the camera on a tripod, 
but decided to keep quiet about it even though we had agreed that there 
would be no pictures. Vern didn't have any intention of honoring that 
agreement any more than the one on one, or condom part of our deal.

Even above Alice's groaning and gibberish, I could hear the squishing of 
Bobby's cock in her pussy as he hammered away. I could see come leaking out 
around his cock. That was one thing I had noticed about black men. They 
don't stop when they shoot off. They just keep going at it. Suddenly Bobby 
withdrew his dick from her gasping pussy and did something I never though 
I'd see. Bobby drew back and slammed his fist into Alice's pussy sinking it 
nearly to his wrist. Alice sat bolt upright, and Bobby pulled his tiny fist 
out of her, shoved her back down and punched her pussy again. This time his 
fist went in her well passed his wrist. Apparently satisfied that he was in 
far enough he began to pump his arm in and out of her. Alice was making 
little yelping sounds, and she was thrashing around on the table top. It 
wasn't long until Bobby was working in her, elbow deep. Alice was coming 
fast now. She kept yelling "Oh shit" over and over as the little man fisted 
her to orgasm after orgasm.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the giant, Derrick, come into view. He was 
naked and a huge black cock swung out from his belly. It had to be ten 
inches long at least. I realized then what he meant when he said Bobby was 
his opening act. The little creature was opening Alice up for Derrick! The 
TV was muted as were the watching men. The only sounds in the apartment were 
the sounds Alice was making.

"That ought to do it, Bobby," Derrick said. The little man jerked his arm 
out of Alice with a sucking sound, and moved out of the way. Derrick picked 
Alice up as if she weighed no more than a child, and put her on her knees in 
the upholstered chair that I had vacated to watch the midget. Her head was 
hanging over the back of the chair. Derrick lifted her hips up and eased his 
cock into her. Using her hips as handles he fucked her long and hard. 
Alice's eyes were wide open, but she had a vacant, glassy-eyed stare. There 
was drool out of one side of her mouth, which was open slightly. I moved to 
the side so that I could see his cock in her. Derrick had all but a few 
inched embedded in her pussy. She was in a constant state of orgasm.

"Still nice and tight," Derrick grunted as he hammered into her. "Guess that 
ain't gonna last long, huh?"

"Guess not," Vern agreed with a laugh. "We keep hitting her insides and 
pretty soon we'll have her guts rearranged." Vern watched his friend fuck 
Alice for a few more minutes. "If you want to hold off on comin' in her, I 
guess it's time I fucked her ass."

"Good idea," Derrick said. "You sure you don't want Bobby to open her up for 
you?"

"Nope, I'm going to be my own openin' act for that. I got a quilt on the 
floor for her first black ass fuckin'". When Derrick took his cock out of 
Alice the two men lifted, and carried her to where a folded quilt was on the 
floor. Vern shoved her head down on the quilt and lifted her butt up high. 
Tony handed him an open jar of petroleum jelly. Vern took a large glob of 
the jelly out on his finger. "You use that disposable enema like I said?" 
Alice nodded her head as much as she could. "Good, 'cause if I get shit on 
my cock you gonna have to lick it off." He crammed a lot of the jelly in her 
rectum and used his big finger to push it on in her. Fear was written all 
over Alice's face. He took some more of the lubricant and did the same thing 
again, except he used two fingers to push it on in her. Alice grunted and 
groaned when he rammed his fingers in her rectum. When he was satisfied that 
he had enough of the slick stuff in her butt, Vern applied a liberal amount 
to his cock. Vern got on his knees and lined the cock-head up with her 
asshole.

"Oh, God!" Alice yelled. "No stop...Please, your hurting me, Vern. 
Please...No, stop it...ahhh Oh shit! You're ripping me open, dammit, stop!"

"Relax your ass," Vern said ignoring her cries. "Push back like you're 
taking a shit."

"Please honey, please stop. Go slower please. I'll do anything else you say, 
but...Oh God! Oh shit! Ahhh, fuck!" Alice tried to raise up, but Vern held 
her down with a firm hand on the back of her neck. Alice wasn't going 
anywhere until Vern had completed his mission. Alice screamed loudly as he 
pushed his cock passed her sphincter ring.

Her scream caused me to jump to my feet, but several pairs of strong hands 
push me back in my seat. I was absolutely powerless to prevent him from 
giving her the ass fucking he had promised her. Alice tried to scoot away, 
but Vern just gripped her harder.

"Relax, I said," Vern commanded, slapping her hard on one cheek of her ass. 
"I done told you, cunt, that you'd have some pain. You wouldn't be havin' no 
problem if you had got a ass dildo, and used it like I said to do." That was 
news to me. I hadn't know it had been discussed. I had learned a lot about 
my little wife. He shoved some more of his cock into her defenseless ass. 
Alice was sobbing and making choking sounds. "You might as well relax and 
enjoy having some black cock in your white married ass. Everybody is gonna 
want some of it." He laughed as Alice was trying to pull away from her anal 
intruder, he held her hips, pulling her back against him. Poor impaled Alice 
wasn't going anywhere. Vern held her there for over two minutes, neither of 
them moving. "There you go, girl. I can feel your muscles relaxing. Just go 
with it Alice. You may even like it. Not that makes any difference to us."

Vern kept still, his big dick firmly planted in Alice's ass, until she 
quieted down and stopped quivering so much. He started rocking back and 
forth, slowly at first and then he picked up the tempo. Alice stayed as 
still as possible for a while and then she began to rock with him. He pulled 
back and withdrew about half his cock from her tight ass and slowly pushed 
it back in. He did that several times and each time the made a longer 
stroke. Soon he was fucking her ass with all his cock. He would reach around 
every so often and finger her pussy, and that sent waves of pleasure through 
her. The sounds coming from her were a mixture of fearful whimpers, mixed 
with moans of pleasure.

It soon became obvious to me...to all of us, that Alice was beginning to 
enjoy her first black ass fucking. One of the black guys, Malcolm I think, 
went over and was playing with her tits as Vern fucked her ass. He was 
pulling on them as they swayed and bounced with Vern's hard thrusts.

Vern seemed fascinated with Alice's ass. He would pound her hard for a few 
moments then take his dick completely out, and watch as her gapping hole 
slowly closed back to a closed position. Vern then would coat his dick with 
lube, put some in her butt and cram his dick back in her. He did that five 
or six times before he came in her bowels.

"Your turn Derrick," Vern said. "It ain't slammin' shut no more. She can 
take your cock alright. Still need to put lots of lube on your dick though."

Derrick went to when Alice lay, her butt still sticking up in the air and 
come dribbling out of her butt. He grabbed a pillow from the sofa as he went 
by.

"Roll over on your back, cunt," Derrick ordered Alice. "I want to be lookin' 
in your eyes when I fuck your ass." Alice tried to roll over, but only make 
it to her side. Derrick grabbed her legs and rolled her on over, and shoved 
the pillow under her butt. Alice apparently didn't have any protests left. 
She watched submissively as Derrick smeared the petroleum jelly on his cock. 
She spread her legs for him when he told her to do so. She seemed resigned, 
and didn't make any sound when Derrick put some jelly into her ass using 
first one finger then two fingers. I thought after Vern had butt fucked her, 
she would be bloody. I thought her rectum would be a mess, but it wasn't. In 
fact there didn't seem to be any obvious damage to her butt.

"Look you fuckin' white whore," Derrick said to Alice. "I'm going to fuck 
your ass until you come. Five minutes, ten, or a fuckin hour. It don't 
matter to me, so you better get with the program. You can finger fuck your 
cunt if you think it will help, but you'll fuckin' come, or we'll be here 
all fuckin' night. You understand me?" Alice nodded her head. "Fine," 
Derrick said. "Now you guide my cock in your fuckin' ass."

Alice raised up and reached for his cock. I moved around so that I could see 
from the side. She put the head of Derrick's cock to her brown spot, and 
with her other hand she fingered her clitoris. She was looking at Derrick 
the whole time. Strange, but I didn't recall hearing her tell them to bring 
it on anymore. I guess she figured they were bringing it on...big time.

Alice came from Derricks ass-busting fuck. She came and came and came. When 
Derrick finished with her, another man took her ass. They continued until 
all of them had fucked her ass at least two times. Vern was the last man to 
go for his second trip up her ass. I couldn't help but notice that her 
rectum didn't close all the way any longer. Bobby, the midget, was the only 
one that didn't take her analy. I overheard him tell one of the guys that he 
wasn't about to fuck an asshole when there was a pussy just half an inch 
away. Smart little fucker, huh?

Vern sent Alice to shower and clean up again about midnight. Poor Alice 
could hardly pick up her feet to walk to the bathroom. I suspect that the 
only reason she was able to summons up the energy, was she thought it was a 
final clean-up for her. She couldn't have been more wrong. They were just 
getting started good. Before the night was through, Alice would be double 
fucked and triple fucked several times. Alice tried to resist some of their 
actions but she was so exhausted she didn't have much energy to resist. I 
don't think it would have done a bit of good if she had resisted. This group 
of men seemed to take delight in ignoring her requests, anyway. From a 
woman, the word 'no' had no meaning for ant of them.

Twice, the group of black men fucked her until she passed out. They seemed 
to enjoy making Alice squeal by tit slapping her. Once they tied string onto 
her nipples and jerked on the string from some distance away, making her 
dance and run after them. The midget made her lick and stick her tongue up 
his ass. They even used that plastic ball bat on her pussy and her ass. They 
took great pleasure in humbling and humiliating this little pampered lawyer, 
and that was even more evident when they put a leash on the collar and 
walked her outside for the few people who were out at that time of the night 
to see her nakedness. They shoved cocaine up her pussy, and got her high, 
and fucked her until she came down. Then they did it all over again.

It was nearly five o'clock in the morning when I got Alice into the backseat 
of my car and left. Alice was a fucked up mess, and only half conscious. She 
didn't say a word during the hours drive home. She didn't say anything when 
I got her out of the car and into bed. In fact Alice hasn't mentioned her 
black gangbang since, and that's been over two weeks and three visits to the 
gynecologist. Most of the bruising and swelling had gone from her breasts. 
Sex for me has been nonexistent because of the cervix and other internal 
bruising. As far as I know she hasn't been surfing the web either. I'm 
beginning to suspect that my Alice may have had all the black cock, and 
rough sex she wants...at least for a while.

I've often wondered what Vern planned to do with the video tapes he had made 
of Alice's degradation and humiliation. Whatever it was I fucked that up. 
All four tapes were laying on the table and I swiped them as I helped Alice 
out. I've spent many enjoyable hours watching them. Someday Alice may want 
to watch them. We'll see.

PART TWO

It took nearly four months for Alice to return to her normal self. During 
that time, by mutual consent, we didn't discuss or even mention her gang 
rape or gang-bang, or whatever the hell it was. We resumed sex after two 
months and it was good. I was as gentle as I knew how to be with her. That 
proved to be a mistake on my part. We were getting ready for bed one night. 
Alice had given me the signs that indicated she was amiable to sex..

"Don," she said sweetly laying her head on my shoulder. "You don't have to 
be so easy with me, you know. In fact I want you to be more assertive."

"Sure," I said grabbing a nipple and pinching it hard. She yelped and tried 
to get away and I rolled over and got the other nipple. I was astride of her 
with a nipple in both hands. I continued to be as rough as I dared to be. 
Frankly I'm not that comfortable being rough with her. I've always seen my 
role as her protector, and it goes against the grain to cause her pain. I 
did the best I could and she got into it. A little later we were taking a 
breather when she said that it was nice and it brought back memories.

"You want to talk about it?" I asked. She shrugged. "What memories did it 
bring back? Good ones I hope."

"Yeah, good ones. I came away from that...experience a different woman. Did 
you know that?" I hadn't know that. I just knew I came away from her gang 
bang a different man. Less of a man, to tell the truth. If I had been twins, 
even great big twins, I couldn't have changed a damned thing, and I knew 
that, but it didn't keep me from feeling bad about it. I knew Alice wondered 
why I suddenly became interested in karate and some of the more exotic forms 
of martial arts. Maybe I couldn't stop them, but dammit I could hurt 
somebody trying. "Different how?" I asked

"It's hard to explain. For one thing I don't have that fantasy any longer. I 
guess when fantasy becomes reality it disappears. Another, I found that I 
liked being dominated. I liked the idea that I had to do what I was told to 
do. Under any other circumstances I would have never in a million years did 
what they made me do."

"For example?"

"Masturbate in front of them," she answered. "And stick my tongue in some 
guys asshole. It was like I didn't have a choice and therefore I did as I 
was told. I was a slave girl."

"Any bad memories from that episode?"

"Only one and it's not bad, bad. I didn't like it when they made me walk 
around outside like some prize mare. I didn't like it when they used dope on 
me."

"Why is that?"

"I don't like it because I can't remember the details and that pisses me 
off. I mean it's like I know I was having a good time, but I can't remember 
it."

"It's a good memory when they fucked your ass?"

"Yes and no. Most of it's a good memory. I don't remember the pain, that I 
know I had, very well. It kinda like trying to remember a headache you had 
last month.. I just remember the feeling of being full and coming like mad. 
I think the biggest orgasm I had during the whole time was when Derrick 
fucked me in my ass."

"Do you remember them hitting your pussy with a plastic ball bat and shoving 
it in your pussy?"

"Yes I do. It hurt, but I don't remember how much. There was more pleasure 
than there was pain. I remember one of them shoving the hand end of the bat 
in me."

"How about when the midget fisted you?"

"My God, how do you remember all that?" she said laughing. I told her about 
the tapes and when I finished she laughed. "That's funny. You stole their 
tapes. Why didn't you tell me you had them. I've been worried about it all 
this time."

"I wasn't sure you were ready to talk about the experience. Have you heard 
from Vern?"

"No not a peep," she answered. "I haven't been to any of the web sites since 
then, so unless he calls or sends me an e-mail I won't hear from him. Do you 
think we ever will?"

"I don't know. Maybe he got it out of his system. It's funny in a bizarre 
sort of way. He put one hell of a price on you. He gave up a sure five grand 
for one night with you. That's high priced pussy in anybody's book. Do you 
want him to contact you?"

"Sometimes I do," she admitted. "Not all of the time and not enough for me 
to try to reach him. Can I be honest with you?"

"I hope you will always be honest." She didn't respond right away.

"Part of me would like to do it again. Not all of it and not so intense. I 
would love to be put in that subservient role again. To be taken by men who 
want nothing from me except satisfaction of their own needs and desires. 
Does that make any sense?"

"I guess so," I answered after reflecting on it a moment. "Even with the 
doctor's visits?"

"No, I can do well without that part of it. That's what I meant by less 
intense."

"How about the tit slaps?"

"That's all right," she said. "My, my, look what we have on the rise," she 
was fondling my cock which was responding to her, and if the truth be known, 
our conversation. "Would you hate it for me? If I did something like that 
again?"

"No, not if that's what you want. I guess there is a streak of the voyeur in 
me. I liked watching you get fucked."

"Did you enjoy watching me being humiliated?" we were on shaky ground here. 
I chose my answer carefully.

"No, not so much that," I said. "I liked watching you get what you wanted." 
Apparently that was the right answer because the next thing I knew she was 
going down on me. That night started a new relationship between me and 
Alice. We were open and candid with what we wanted. If I wanted anal sex I 
said so If she wanted me to eat her she said so. We denied each other 
nothing.

For her birthday I got her a pair of nipple clamps which she loved almost as 
much as the diamond earrings I also gave her. I contracted to do a shoot on 
some out-of-the-way island in the Caribbean for their tourist promotion. 
Since Alice's firm closed down during Thanksgiving for a week I arranged for 
her to go with me. I had a model coming in from Holland and another from 
Germany. The girl from Germany didn't show and I asked Alice if she would 
fill in. It took some fancy talking, but after a while she relented and 
became my model in fact.

It was mostly scenic shots with a pretty girl in the foreground. Nothing too 
demanding for me or the girls. Helga was a tall blonde and she spoke good 
English. She accepted Alice as a professional model and we never told her 
any difference.

One afternoon I was waiting for the sun to come out from behind the clouds 
and I happened to overhear Alice and Helga talking.

"The waiter that waited on us last night," Helga was saying. "He is 
magnificent." I glanced over and she was holding her hands about a foot 
apart. "So big and so manly. We fucked the whole night. Have you ever fucked 
a black?"

"Yes," Alice answered. "Several of them, but not lately. So he's good, huh?"

"Oh yes, very good," Helga said. "Would you like to meet him? It wouldn't 
bother your arrangement with Don?"

"Not at all," Alice said. She knew I was listening to the conversation. "I 
have to sleep with him to get modeling jobs, but other than that he's 
nothing to me." Maybe being able to lie at the drop of a hat is something 
they teach in law school. "What is his name?"

"Pete," Helga said with a giggle. "Tonight? Do you wish to meet Pete 
tonight?""

"Oh gosh, I'm not sure what Don has going on. I think he said something 
about doing some night shots of me. He's really in to nudes, you know."

"No, I didn't know that. Tell him I would be happy to pose nude for him. You 
can let me know later."

"What are you doing?" I asked her when Helga drifted away.

"Playing," she answered with a grin. "Apparently Helga and the black waiter 
have been doing the beast with two backs. She's trying to fix me up."

"Your are just too fucking funny, Alice. You sleep with me to get modeling 
jobs?"

"Okay, it's a harmless little lie, but not much of one. I do sleep with you 
and you did get me the job. Did you hear Helga offer her services for 
nudes?"

"I did and I'm thinking that I may take her up on it. What I'd really like 
to do is get some shots with her and the foot long waiter doing the deed."

"You have to be kidding me! You want to do pornography?"

"I'm not turning professional, just some shots for my collection."

"Your collection? You have a collection?"

"Yeah, not much of one. I did some video captures of the videos I swiped 
from Vern of you and the boys." She stared at me a moment then laughed.

"Sicko pervert," she said still smiling. "I'll ask her. How much longer will 
we be here?" I told her that we should be through with the shoot later that 
day and we could leave the following day. "I don't have to be back to work 
until Monday. What do you have going on?" I told her that I was good until 
after the first of the week. "Good, let's stay until Saturday at least. I 
love it here and it's snowing at home. I heard it on the news. It looks like 
the sun is coming out. I'll round up Helga."

I watched her stroll away. Watching Alice is always fun. Even with the wrap 
covering her ass, it still looked good. I happen to see my helper, a young 
native art student watching her also. Apparently I wasn't the only one that 
thought she looked good.

Photography is a strange business. Sometimes nothing goes right, and then 
there are those rare occasions when you just can't screw up. The afternoon 
shoot proved to be the latter. I got great shots of the island and Helga and 
Alice. By the end of the day I was confidant that I had everything I needed, 
and then some, to please the client. Now we had a day and a half to play and 
unwind. Life is good. ***

Helga, Alice and I were having dinner in the hotel's restaurant. It was on 
the top floor of the twelve floor building. It offered a breathtaking view 
of the island and the moon lit beaches.

"So, we are through?" Helga asked. "You have all the photos of me you want?" 
She glanced at Alice as she asked the question.

"I'm not sure there is any such thing," I answered. "As far as the client is 
concerned, yes we are all done. I would like to get some shots of you, just 
for myself if you don't mind."

"Certainly," Helga said with a big smile. "I'm being paid through tomorrow, 
am I not?" I assured her that she was indeed being paid for the full three 
days I had contracted for. "Alice told me that you wanted something else. 
Maybe some action photos?"

"I'd love it," I answered. "Of course I would never sell them or put them in 
the public domain."

"I don't mind if you do," she said laughing. "We Europeans have a different 
view of that sort of thing. If Pete is willing we can do it tonight if 
that's okay." I told her it was absolutely fine with me. "You will be there, 
Alice?" Helga asked.

"I hadn't planned on it," Alice said. "I wasn't sure it would be...you know, 
permissible."

"No, please come with Don," Helga said. "I must go rest a while. Pete will 
be free from work in a little while. Let's say ten o'clock in my room. " She 
was up and gone. ***

I started the shoot from when Pete, which I found out was not his real name 
when I got signatures on the release form, coming in the hotel room door. 
From there I took shots of Helga and Pete sipping wine, sitting on the sofa 
and making out. From there it was shots of both of them in decreasing stages 
of dress and finally with Pete fucking Helga in every imaginable position.

Unless Helga had started her measurements of his dick somewhere the other 
side of Pete's asshole there was no way he was more than seven or so inches 
long. What Pete lacked in size he more than made up for in stamina and 
enthusiasm. He was still fucking Helga when I completely filled up three 
memory cards. Alice and I left the couple and I don't think they were even 
aware we had left.

"He's good isn't he?" Alice asked when we got to our room. We both were 
literally tearing off our clothes. I mentioned that he appeared to be good, 
but I really had no frame of reference to how good he actually was for 
Helga. Actually I think I just grunted and threw Alice down on the bed, 
ramming my hard cock in her. Watching Pete's black cock plowing in and out 
of Helga's white pussy had set the tone for our wild fuck session. I was 
very proud of myself. I got it up for a third run at Alice. I faked the last 
climax because I had no more juice left in my poor body. Later as we lay in 
a semi stupor trying to get our breath I asked Alice if she had been jealous 
of Helga.

"You know, I think I was," Alice said. "I wanted some of that hard cock for 
me. What would you have done if I had jumped in with them?"

"I'd have taken pictures of you getting your cunt filled with hard black 
cock. Why didn't you? You were invited."

Alice didn't answer for a few moments. "Two things, I think. One I wasn't 
sure exactly how you would react and two, one man, no matter how good he is 
or thinks he is can do justice to two women. Don't look at me that way. I 
know you have said you would be all right with it, but that doesn't make it 
so."

"I watched you get gang-banged," I replied. "I've seen you're pussy get 
fucked, ass fucked and give six guys and a dwarf head. What makes you think 
I wouldn't be all right with it?"

"That was different," Alice said. "You...we, didn't have any choice in that 
matter. We were under the gun because of blackmail." Her logic was 
illogical, but I wasn't a debater and didn't have the verbal skills to argue 
with her, so I dropped it for the time being. I knew I would be fine with 
it.

The next day I found a secluded cove and got some great shots of Helga in 
the nude. My young assistant was nearly beside himself watching her have her 
picture taken. Being the sport I am I let him, Tommy was his name, take some 
shots. I promised to send him the images after I got them uploaded to my 
computer. I'm sure he would take them to class for show and tell. Who 
wouldn't?

Taking pictures of Helga was fun and exciting for both Tommy and I. After 
lunch we returned to the cove, and Alice accompanied us. I convinced her to 
let Tommy take some nudes of her. Reluctantly she agreed. Actually she 
wasn't all that reluctant, but apparently she felt obligated to appear that 
way.

After I got some great shots of Alice, Helga on her own, joined her. If 
there is one thing better than a naked woman, it's two naked pretty women. 
Pretty soon they both got into it. I managed to get them to fake some 
girl-girl shots. Poor Tommy had a boner that had to be hurting. I know mine 
was killing me.

I'm not sure how it happened, but I think it was Helga's suggestion that 
Tommy strip and join the two girls. Tommy quickly stripped and I think we 
all were surprised. Tommy is a slim, coal black lad and he sported a cock 
that was nearly half of his total body weight. Okay, that's an exaggeration, 
but it was impressive. Ten inches if it was an inch.

At first it was just posed photos of two naked women and a naked black man. 
I got a great shot of Tommy standing behind Alice knelling, and his massive 
cock hanging down over her shoulder. I got another great shot of the two 
women face to face with Tommy's cock sticking between their faces.

It was Helga that made the first actual contact. She put her lips on the tip 
of his cock and cut her eyes back toward the camera. Alice, not to be 
outdone, knelt and took a firm grasp of his cock and cupped his ball while 
putting his cock in her mouth. It was only semi-posed. After that, posing 
went out the window. I shot a bunch of candid shots of Tommy and both women 
in various stages of sex. Tommy fucked both women several times and I got 
some super shots. The final shot was Tommy spurting come on Helga and 
Alice's faces as they looked up at him with come filled, but adoring, eyes. 
That wasn't fake or posed. The photo session migrated from the cove to our 
room. I had to stop off at the gift shop and buy another memory card.

Helga called Pete and he joined the two women, and I happily snapped away 
while the two women got fucked. I shot the black and white images in color 
and I could hardly wait to get the images into my Paint Shop Pro and work 
the magic. Not being a fool I carefully packed the memory cards and shipped 
them home after I used the hotels computer to transmit them to my computer. 
Things happed to memory cards just like they did with film and negatives. I 
was taking no chances with these super special pictures.

Alice and I said goodbye to Helga, Pete, and Tommy after promising them we 
would meet again. We boarded the small airplane for Miami on Saturday 
afternoon and was home by dinner time Sunday. One hell of a trip. Even more 
than I realized at the time. Something had been re-awakened in Alice. *** By 
Christmas we were back into our old routine and by New Years the island 
paradise was mostly a pleasant memory. Memories we kept alive by a weekly 
review of my special photographs.

I remarked to Alice several times as we went through the collection that she 
look remarkably comfortable touching Helga. Alice never acknowledged my 
comments or made any statements about it. Looking at the photos always 
produced hot steamy sex for us.

I think it was mid march when I found out that Alice had been in touch with 
Vern. Alice told me Vern had sent her an e-mail and she answered it.

"What did he say?" I asked. We were sitting down to eat dinner.

"He asked if I was mad at him and that he missed talking to me, blab, blab, 
blab."

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him I wasn't mad at him and that I missed our chats also." There 
didn't seem to be anything to say, so I didn't say anything. "You aren't 
upset that I corresponded with him are you?"

"No, I told you before that you are a grown woman and you can do as you see 
fit. I do have a feeling you are setting yourself up to do it again."

"What makes you think that?"

"Nothing major," I answered. "Little things like you wanted me to be rougher 
with you and you wanting to watch the videos of your gang fuck again. How 
many times this month have you watched it? Two or three at least."

"I guess," she answered softly. "Yeah, I've been thinking about it more and 
more lately. In fact I've dreamed about it quiet a bit the last month or so. 
Will you be pissed off if I did?"

"No," I answered honestly. "I'll admit that I have some reservations about 
it. I think we were lucky last time. You weren't hurt too bad and you could 
have been hurt real bad or worse. If I were you, I'd be thinking about some 
safe-guards and some rules that he can't just break if he sees fit. I'd put 
the meeting in a safer place and get some control over things."

"Explain what you mean."

"Have only three or at most, four men involved. Get somewhere where we could 
call for help if things get out of control. Have a firm rule about no 
objects shoved up your cunt. That's what hurt you the most last time. I 
guess I think you should be in control of who, where, and what the fuck goes 
on. I don't know if there is any such thing as a safe gang-bang, but you 
sure can make it safer then it was last time."

"I see your point," Alice said thoughtfully. "It makes sense to me. On the 
other hand, it takes some of the fear out of it, also. That was one of the 
attractions for me. Being scared shitless."

"I would think having a foot long cock shoved up your ass would be scary 
under any conditions. I'm just suggesting that you don't go off half cocked. 
This time would be different because you aren't being blackmailed. You have 
your own practice now and you don't have that hanging over your head. A lot 
of things have changed."

"You are right," she said. "I'll consider it my show and not Vern's. I'll 
give it a lot of thought. I'm not in any hurry, anyway. If it happens it 
happens."

Two months rolled by and I had almost forgotten about our dinner 
conversation. Alice didn't mention it and even thought I knew she was still 
watching the video of her rough fuck the subject seemed to be on the back 
burner, if it was cooking at all.

Spring came with all it's wonder and glory. Two significant things happened 
as the weather warmed up. One, my uncle died and left me his mountain 
retreat. I had never been there, but from what I was told it was a nice 
cabin on a hundred acres or so. I didn't know him very well, but apparently 
I was the only surviving relative. There was a little money for me in the 
will also. The old coot left most of his money and his nice house to 
charity. I tried to be philosophical about it. I wasn't expecting anything, 
so what I did get was a windfall. When the smoke cleared and the dust 
settled there was just enough money left to clear up the taxes on the 
mountain property and pay the transfer fees to get it into my name. I saved 
some money because I had my own in-house legal representative. After all the 
fees and taxes were paid, I had just enough money left to buy a tank of gas 
to go see the place and put it on the market.

The other thing was Helga contacted me and asked if I could do a shoot for 
her. She wanted to update her portfolio and since she planned on being in 
this country for a few months would I do it? Of course I would and I 
contacted her agent and informed them. We made arrangements for her to come 
the second week in May. I told Helga that we had plenty of room for her to 
stay with us and she readily agreed to do so. Since Alice and I made 
tentative plans to go to the mountains the third week in May, it was working 
out very well.

Helga was still just as beautiful as I remembered. I allowed the better part 
of two days to do her pictures. Helga and Alice greeted one another like two 
long lost sisters and Helga made a welcome addition to our household. 
Besides being pretty, photogenic women they had other things in common, like 
a love of black cock.

The video was one of the first things Helga wanted to see and Alice put the 
tape in the machine for her. To simplify matters I had taken the four small 
cassettes and put them on one large VCR cassette. I planned on making a DVD 
sometime, but hadn't got around to it by then. The video tapes that the guys 
had made were surprisingly good quality. To make it fit on one VCR tape, I 
had edited out some of the dark places and some of the places where nothing 
much was going on.

Helga loved the video. She went wild and I mean really wild. Before the tape 
was half through she was masturbating and not even trying to be covert about 
it. The festivities started with a fine dinner Alice made with her own 
hands. All right, with her hands and the deli down the block A bottle of 
fine wine for Helga and Alice and a fine domestic beer for yours truly.

Helga regaled us with some of her more recent exploits including taking the 
crown prince of some oil rich sandy nation to bed. A couple of times 
apparently. It was nearly nine o'clock when things heated up.

"So Alice," Helga said. "You told me that you had an interesting tape. Must 
I beg to see it?" That was the first I knew about the information being 
shared.

Alice got up and put the tape in the player and suddenly on the giant screen 
TV was the documented debauchery. Helga watched with rapt and absolute 
attention as Vern and the boys put Alice through her paces. While I always 
enjoy the Alice bang, as I had taken to calling it, I was fascinated by 
Helga. She twisted and twitched on the couch, but her eyes never wavered 
from the TV screen. Her short skirt had risen high enough to see that she 
was wearing black panties.

The tape had gotten to the part where Alice was being swapped from guy to 
guy while they watched a game on their TV. I happen to glance over to Helga 
just as she slipped her black thong off and lay it beside her. One hand was 
busy working her pussy. I looked over at Alice who was looking at me with a 
smile on her face.

"Somebody is hot, Don," Alice whispered. "Be a gentleman and go over there 
and help her out."

"Yes, please, Don," Helga said in a strained voice. "Come. Help me."

I'm not at all sure what a cad or bounder is, but I didn't want to appear to 
be one, so I went and sat beside her. Helga immediately threw the near leg 
over my legs and put my hand on her hot wet snatch. Being somewhat an expert 
on frigging, I began to finger fuck the hot blonde model. It was almost like 
a fantasy I had in high school where I was playing with...oh hell, one of 
the hot super models of the day. I don't remember her name. But I digress.

I was mildly surprised when Alice came and sit on the other side of Helga. I 
don't know if she was caught up in the heat of the moment or she didn't 
think I was capable of taking care of Helga. At any rate, Alice helped Helga 
get rid of the blouse and the half bra. Also the bunched up skirt when Helga 
raised her butt.

Thinking back on it, I think Helga wasn't really aware that Alice and I were 
there assisting her. I mean sure, she was aware that there were people 
there, but not who we were. In her mind she was in that seedy apartment 
about an hour south of town with six and a half men. I'm counting the midget 
as a half, but that isn't fair of course. My apologies to little people 
everywhere. In fact Alice remembers him right up there with Vern, Tony and 
Derrick. But I digress again.

"Get your pants off, Don," Alice said. "She's going to need something bigger 
than your finger in a few minutes. This is the part where Bobby fisted me." 
When your wife orders you to get your pants off to fuck a hot model, what do 
you do? I'll tell you exactly what you do. You get rid of the fucking pants. 
Faster that a duck can eat a June bug, I was sitting under Helga, and she 
was facing away from me, sliding down on my hard cock. Soon I could feel 
fingers teasing Helga's clit. I knew it couldn't be Helga's fingers because 
I was holding both of her hands to keep her from bucking off of me. My 
little, strictly straight as an arrow wife was playing with another woman's 
pussy. I just keep learning things about my wife. All I could see was the 
butterfly tattoo on Helga's right shoulder. Not that I needed to see 
anything else, mind you. I was extremely busy trying to keep my dick up to 
the task.

Helga became very vocal. She screamed, and cursed in what I assumed what 
Dutch and English. When she wore herself out on my dick , she leaned back 
against me and that's when I saw Alice. She was kneeling down between our 
legs and in the reflection in the mirror across the room I could plainly see 
that she was eating Helga's pussy while I fucked Helga. I could not think of 
a single thing to keep me from erupting into Helga's hot cunt. The sight of 
Alice eating that pussy drove me over the edge and I dumped my load into the 
blonde model. Fortunately my cock didn't do it usual trick of nearly 
disappearing. It got softer but still maintained a reasonable presents. 
Except for an occasional twitch or jerk, Helga lay still on me and let Alice 
finish her off. Watching sex is good, but being on the playing field is much 
better. ***

The three of us played with each other for most of the night. Helga, it 
appeared was bi-sexual and she was happy to give Alice as good as she got. I 
was happy to provide a cock when I was able. I was anticipating having a 
chance to talk with Alice about her bisexuality, if that was what it was. 
Something motivated her to eat pussy and I was curious as to what.

The next morning I was up earlier then Helga and Alice. I got the coffee 
started and got the newspaper. After reading the paper and finding little 
good news, I sat, drank coffee and thought about the previous night. 
Thinking about it produced the expected results. I got a raging hard-on. I 
went in search of a warm hole to put the hard-on in.

I found several holes but some of them seemed to be busy. Helga and Alice 
were wrapped up in a tight sixty-nine. Alice was on top and her bottom was 
the closest. I eased up behind them and put the head of my cock to her 
swollen pussy. Her head came up out of Helga's crotch.

"Bring it on," Alice said, reminiscent of what she told the black men at 
Vern's. I did as I was instructed and rammed my cock in her. She gave out a 
muffled moan as I entered her.

"Save some for me," came Helga's muffled cry from somewhere beneath Alice. 
My balls were bouncing on her forehead. As it turned out I did manage to 
save a little cock for Helga. It was an interesting morning.

By noon we all were showered, dressed, and doing what we do. Alice at her 
law office screwing some poor jerk, me behind my camera, and Helga in front 
of it. That evening we ordered Chinese food.

While I confess that I own no stock in Budweiser Brewery I feel it necessary 
to give them a plug. I have drank beer from all over the world. Some were 
very good and some little more than hog swill. The bottom line is, it's 
damned hard to beat a cold Bud. That's what I was drinking while the girls 
drank some wine with the meal. I hadn't had an opportunity to discuss 
Alice's new found sexuality with her. I was about to decide that discussing 
it wasn't necessary or even the thing to do. I didn't have to strain my poor 
brain very hard.

"Was I the first?" Helga asked Alice. "The first woman you made love with?"

"Yes you are," Alice admitted. "It was something I've wanted to try for a 
while. It seemed like a good opportunity to do so."

"Did you like it?" Helga asked.

"Yes, I did," Alice answered glancing at me. "I really did enjoy it. I don't 
think that sex with a woman would ever replace sex with a man, but it was 
good."

"Yes, I agree with you," Helga said. "Sex with a man is just too good. Sex 
with a woman is a nice..." She seemed to be searching her English vocabulary 
for the word.

"Diversion?" Alice suggested. Helga readily agreed that diversion was the 
right word.

"I hesitate to ask," Helga said. "But would it be possible to have a copy of 
that video tape. It was the best I ever saw, anywhere."

"Yeah, I could tell you kinda like it," I offered. "I hope you understand 
that we would not be comfortable with that tape, which plainly shows Alice's 
face, out of our control."

"Of course," Helga said. "Then you must arrange for me to experience it 
myself. Is that possible?"

"I suppose so," Alice said after looking at me. I nodded my head. "I want 
you to know that it is very intense. They are not very nice as you could 
see. Are you sure that's what you want?"

"Yes, I very much want it. Only I don't want to have my face or body 
disfigured. I still must work you know."

"That's the problem," I spoke up. "Alice was out of commission for several 
weeks. Can you afford to take that much time from your schedule? Maybe even 
a couple of months?"

"No not right now, I can't," she said sadly. "Maybe we could arrange 
something later in the summer. I always take a few months off for holiday."

"Sure," Alice said. "We'll work on it. In the mean while what is your 
schedule like for the next week or so?"

"I'm free for two weeks. I have to be in Dallas Texas in three weeks and 
then to Los Angeles after that."

"Good, Don and I are going to the mountains next week to look at a cabin he 
inherited. Why don't you come with us?"

"I don't think that is a very good idea," Helga said smiling at me. "We 
might take poor Don's life."

"Poor Don is willing to take the risk," I spoke up. "Why do we have to wait 
until next week? I can be finished up with everything I have to do by 
tomorrow afternoon. How about you Alice?"

"I'm good to go," she said. "We can leave on Thursday morning. It will take 
a day to drive there?"

"Yeah, most of a day. Okay let's do it," I said. ***

I could have driven it in six hours but Helga and Alice couldn't go more a a 
few mile without having to piss or look at some attraction. As it turned out 
it took nearly eight hours to make the trip.

We followed the map I had and found the cabin without any difficulty. When I 
say cabin, I'm being sarcastic. It was way more than a cabin. My uncle 
obviously spent a lot of his time there because he spared no expense. It was 
a large two and a half story building with a porch that wrapped around the 
whole house. There was a lake that you could see from almost anyplace in the 
cabin. The building was rustic but not rough. Inside was very nice. There 
was a lot knotty pine paneling and the required stuffed heads of long dead 
animals on the walls. The furniture was nice and comfortable and apparently 
expensive.

"Okay, I'm not sure what I expected, but this is not it," Alice said as all 
three of us gazed at the place in astonishment. We spent a while exploring 
the place. I had the maintenance company that my uncle used to open and 
clean up the cabin.

I had discovered when I looked at the map that my acreage was surrounded on 
three side by nation park land and the lake on most of the other side. I was 
re-estimating the value of the property. Some developer would jump at the 
chance to buy the land. I was seeing dollar signs. A lot of big dollar 
signs. Alice was not seeing what I saw, apparently. She was falling in love 
with the place. The discovery of the giant hot tub clinched the deal for 
her. It was on the porch facing the main body of the lake.

I had taken the precaution of bringing two ice chests and plenty of ice. 
That proved to be unnecessary. There was not one, but three large 
refrigerators in the big kitchen as well as a large freezer. There was an 
impressive stock of wine, if wine impressed me, which it didn't.

We ate the sandwiches we bought and after our repast I finally managed to 
figure out how to fill the hot tub and get it operating. After Helga 
pronounced the temperature to be right we shed our clothes and got in the 
tub. Later and by mutual consent we all piled into one big bed and went to 
sleep. Yes, sleep. We all were worn out from our trip and the excitement of 
discovering I was, or could be, wealthy.

I woke up to the wonderful smell of bacon cooking and coffee brewing. I lay 
there for a few moments thinking that it wasn't the first time I had awaken. 
Then I figured it out. I was awaken just about daylight by the sounds of 
trail bikes. I remember at first thinking it was lawn mowers, but trail 
bikes have a distinctive sound. Irritating as hell but distinctive. The 
overpowering sent of breakfast motivated me to get out of bed and get to 
moving, so I forgot about the bikes I heard.

Helga, as it turns out, happened to be a great cook. Of course it doesn't 
take a great cook to make an omelet and fry bacon, but I could tell she had 
a talent for cooking. I could also tell she was naked as was my wife. If you 
have never been served breakfast my two naked women than...actually it was 
difficult to concentrate on eating the food.

After I managed to choke down breakfast I went out onto the porch to finish 
my coffee. The strangest thing happened. A man appeared at the foot of the 
steps leading up to the porch. I said that correctly. He didn't walk up to 
the steps, he didn't stroll or meander to them, he materialized out of thin 
air. I sure that's what happened. One minute he wasn't there and the next he 
was.

"Howdy," the man said. He was wearing a big floppy, sweat stained hat and 
bib overalls. It was as if someone called central casting and asked for a 
hillbilly actor. The man was tall and lean to the point of being gaunt. He 
sported a couple days worth of whiskers and fire flew out of his dark pitted 
eyes. Okay, that last part isn't true, but it would not have surprised me if 
fire flew out of him from somewhere. "You Waters?"

"I'm Don Waters," I acknowledged, "Can I help you?"

"Me and your uncle had an agreement," the man said in a deep, deep voice. I 
would put his age anywhere from thirty to eighty. "You plan on honorin' it?"

"Not until I know what it is," I said. "What sort of agreement?"

"I get to use a little bit of his land back along the park boundary."

"For what?"

"Agriculture," the man said. If there was any expression on his face I 
couldn't detect it. Of course there could be all kinds of expressions under 
the whiskers and dirt.

"Is that so? What kind of crop are you growing?"

"The kind that you don't want to know 'bout." The man said in a calm voice. 
"After harvest I drop off your part of the cash and we're done until next 
spring."

I'm not a crime fighting expert, but it didn't take one to figure out he was 
growing marijuana. In the brief time I had to think about it, I realized it 
was a perfect place to grow pot. Protected on three sides by park land and 
the lake on the other side. It was private and sheltered from prying eyes.

"My Uncle allowed you to grow this...cash crop on his land?"

"Your uncle was a smart man," the hillbilly said. "He was old and he didn't 
need the aggravation of a fuss. Not that any young'uns need that sort of 
aggravation either. Just ain't worth it. Best if you just let things be. 
Like they has been."

"I'm sorry, I didn't get your name."

"I'm Jed...Jed Rankin. There's several Rankin's in this business. My brother 
and his three boys and me and my two boys and a gal. You mess with one 
Rankin and you mess with all of us. You ponder what I said and I'll drop by 
later to get your answer."

Just so you won't think I'm crazy, I did see him leave. He took a few steps 
to the edge of the woods and he was gone. I never heard a sound of his 
leaving. Spooky shit, I'm here to tell you.

"How do you know it's pot?" Alice demanded when I told her about my visitor. 
"Maybe it's a moonshine still."

"Naw, nobody does that anymore. No money in it theses days. I've read how 
the old bootleggers and moonshiners took to dope. It's whacky-baccy, I'm 
sure."

"We need to get out in front of this," Alice said. "We can go see the 
sheriff or whatever passes for law around here." I usually listen to legal 
advise from my wife, but this is one time I wish I hadn't.

We were back at the cabin by two o'clock after a lengthy visit with the 
local county sheriff. He seemed interested in what I relayed to him about 
Jed Rankin's agriculture endeavors and promised to get right on it. At ten 
minutes after two o'clock I got a bad feeling and suddenly I remembered the 
sheriff's name. It had been on his name tag on his fucking shirt. It was 
Rankin! Thirty minutes after that we were just winding up closing up the 
cabin when all hell broke loose. The door burst open and Jed Rankin charged 
in. With him were a bunch of other men and they were pissed.

Jed Rankin advised me in no uncertain terms that he was angry with me. He 
said he had left me to ponder my decision and not to go to the law. He said 
that while beating the shit out of me. I didn't have a chance of using my 
new found martial arts skills. Two rough looking men grabbed me and held me 
while Jed made his point. Shortly after that I found myself tied to a 
kitchen chair with a piece of duct tape over my mouth.

Jed's brother who I found out was named Moses Rankin and his three sons 
Andrew, James, and John, and yes I am aware of the irony, had taken charge 
of Alice and Helga. By taken charge I mean they stripped them and was making 
the women give them head. Once again I found myself a non-participator in 
the events that were unfolding.

It didn't take Jed and his two goofy looking sons long to get naked and into 
the act. Jed's sons were called Bill and Bob. Apparently Jed's side of the 
family didn't go in for Biblical names. Strangely all the men look alike. 
Same lean gaunt features, and slow talking manner. The only thing they 
seemed to have any speed at was fucking.

From where they deposited me, I could see everything they did to Alice and 
Helga. Both women fought like wildcats for the first two minutes of the 
capture. After that they gave only token resistance. Helga less token than 
Alice I thought.

I could tell that this bunch of hillbillies had done a gang rape before. 
They didn't get in each other's way and seemed content to wait their turn. 
It would have been funny if it wasn't do damned serious. They actually stood 
in a line to get at Helga and Alice's pussy. However that didn't last long, 
the politeness that is. The one at a time bit got old for the seven men. Two 
men fucking the women made things go faster.

"How you doin, Don?" Jed, the co-patriarch said kneeling down in front of 
me. "How about a cold beer?" I nodded my head. "We ain't goina have no 
yellin' or threats about what you goina do are we?" I gave him a negative 
head shake. I was thirsty. "Well, then I'll take this tape right off'n you." 
He ripped the tape from my face and took several square inches of skin with 
it. "'Sides them gals seem to like being fucked. You married to one of them, 
Don?"

"Yeah, both of them. My religion allows us to have more than one wife." I 
don't know exactly why I was being smart with him.

"You don't say? Beats me why anybody would want more than one," He 
rearranged his face to what possibly could have been a smile. "Or even one 
for that matter." For a dumb old mountain man he made a lot of sense. He 
released my arms and handed me one of my own beers. "Now let's talk about 
some rules, Don," he said watching me drink the elixir of the gods. "These 
boy done got the bit in their teeth and you, or me or anybody on this earth 
is goina stop the boys from having fun with your wives. Now I can tie you 
back up and leave ya sitting here, or I can leave you loose and you can even 
join in on the fuckin'. Don't make me no never mind either way. You can't 
get very far if you take off cause I got your car messed up. Only thing 
these boys like as good as fuckin' is huntin' and you don't want them 
huntin' you. What's it goina be?"

I was thinking that one day soon me and him were going to meet one-on-one. I 
was thinking how I would kick his ass for him at the same time I was 
assuring him that I'd behave myself. He told me how pleased he was and 
invited me to have another of my beers. The son of a bitch rushed off to 
take his turn with Alice. I did grab another beer and got the video recorder 
out of the back of the car. I felt sure Helga would want a record of her 
gang-bang even if the guys were not black. None of the men seem to mind that 
I was making a video tape recording of the crimes they were committing. In 
fact they started showing off for the camera. Stupid bastards.

Even thought the men were double fucking Helga and Alice they were being 
pretty easy on them. At least until Alice started mocking them. She pointed 
out that they were less than men. She referred to them as wimps and pansies 
and a few choice things of that nature. Things got a lot rougher for both of 
women after that. Since I couldn't remember who was who I just arbitrarily 
assigned them names. All except Moses and Jed who I could identify. Moses, 
as it turned out, was a bit of a sadist. When Alice called him a limp dick 
he tit slapped her hard several times. When Helga tried to stop him she got 
her tits smacked also. Then the boys followed suit and started paying 
rougher.

I'm pretty sure from the way she squealed, Alice didn't care much for the 
mousetraps one of the lads found and put on her nipples. From the racket 
Helga made I'm certain she didn't like it when they put one of the 
mousetraps on her clit. For the most part it was a laid back gang rape. I 
did get some pretty good video that would be good for the hayseeds to each 
get twenty years if we decided to go that route. We wouldn't and they knew 
it or didn't care. Hell the jury would all probably all have Rankin as a 
last name anyway.

In comparison to Alice's all black gang fuck this was mild, and by nine 
o'clock that night it was over and the guy left us. Jed Rankin stayed long 
enough to see if I was going to play ball with his family. I assured him 
that we were in the game. Before we left the county, I made a call to the 
state police and reported all the sons of bitches. Not the gang rape just 
the illegal green plant material they were cultivating.

I also called a realtor and put the damned place on the market, much to 
Alice's dismay. I think she had developed a real attraction to the place. 
Maybe she was considering going into business with the Rankin's. I assured 
her that we could use some of the money to go back to the island and she 
could get herself some large black cock. That seemed to cheer her up.

From the discussion she and Helga had on the trip home, they both enjoyed 
the gang-bang, but both seemed disappointed that it didn't last as long as 
they wanted. I made a mental bet with myself that Alice would soon be in 
contact with ol' Vern. We'll see.