My Shame – chapter 1.

My name is Susan and I want to tell you what happened to me recently. I’m doing this because right now I feel guilt, and remorse, and most of all because I can’t tell my husband, Peter (not his real name), but I have to tell someone. Maybe publishing this anonymously on the web will help cleanse the shame I feel right now. Please do not think I am writing this to boast about what I did or at the time wanted. This is a true story and my name really is Susan, but I have changed other details to remain anonymous.

I live in a major city, lets say, Orlando, Florida. Peter is a Physician, specializing in facial reconstructive surgery. We are very well off, residing in a secure, guarded, and private development. The average cost of a house where I live is in excess of one million dollars. I married Peter when I was nineteen and have never had to work or want for anything. My marriage is strong and I love Peter dearly, but I must admit I become very bored with life at times. Life with Peter is very structured and always run by the clock. We even make love on schedule. I have often wondered what it would be like to have a different lover, who would do different things, other than what Peter and I do. With Peter our love making is always the same. Not that it isn’t wonderful, but I always know what to expect. The entire session may last fifteen minutes, with Peter always on top, and always climaxing on schedule. I wish sometimes that I could be on top, or that he would mount me from behind, with my bottom raised high, or that I could take him in my mouth. Well, I guess I don’t have to wonder anymore and in some ways I’m glad of what happened. And I guess also that my shame is somewhat mixed with thoughts of doing it again. Anyway, this is my story and I hope writing it to so many people purges the unpleasant feelings that I’ve been getting lately.

Chapter 2. Massage by Paul

About six weeks ago, I was having my hair done at a private salon. On the way out I picked up a brochure laying on the desk that advertised other personal services offered the select clients of the salon. I didn’t read it until I got home, made myself a drink, and curled up on the couch to relax. Most of the advertising was about things like weight loss programs, facial treatments, nail clinics, and so on. One, though, stood out by itself. “Massage by Paul, a personalized experience”. I wondered what personalized meant. A massage sounded really interesting. I had never had one before and as I thought about it, the prospect of a man, a stranger, touching my back and legs, sounded somewhat appealing. After all, massages were perfectly legitimate and quite acceptable in upper class circles. I wondered where the massage clinic was and decided to write and request more information.

Two weeks went by and I received a small package from “Massage by Paul”, containing a write-up of Paul’s credentials and a glossy color brochure of services and prices. Paul was a licensed, registered masseuse, and a registered nurse. His business had been in operation for about one year and his clientele was limited to a small select group of upper class women. The brochure listed three basic packages. The first was titled “Pamper”, and included a forty-five minute massage, in the clinic, at a cost of two hundred dollars. The second package was called “Pamper Plus”, and included a one and a half hour massage, a pedicure, and fingernail treatment, a therapy pool session, and a facial. The cost was stated as five hundred dollars. The last package was the “Wellness Treatment”, and included a wellness exam, facial, nail treatment, massage, and specialized options, and could be scheduled at the clinic or at the clients home. The cost for the complete treatment, with options, was fifteen hundred dollars. The brochure really sparked my interest, and I pondered and fantasized on all the possibilities offered. I didn’t worry about the cost. I had my own banking account and even the expensive “Wellness Treatment” would not pose any financial problems. The more I thought about a good massage, the more convinced I became that I should try it. I was a little scared, but after all, other ladies probably did this all the time. Why should I deny myself of a little pampering and pleasure. And I wouldn’t be doing anything wrong, because massages were quite acceptable in today’s society. I wondered whether or not I should tell Peter about what I planned to do. I decided that it was no different than going to the beauty salon and Peter had no interest in that kind of thing. He really didn’t need to know. There was a telephone number at the bottom of the brochure and while I was still excited about the idea, I decided to call. On the second ring the telephone was answered and a pleasant sounding woman said, “Massage by Paul, may I help you?” I told her I was interested in scheduling an appointment for a massage. She asked, ” May I have your name please”, and when I told her she put me on hold. After about one minute she came back on the line and said my name was already listed as a part of the special client list that Paul maintained and how could they be of help. I told her I received Paul’s brochure and I was interested in one of the packages, but I wasn’t sure which one. She replied that since this was the first time I contacted the clinic, that “I would highly recommend the ‘Wellness Treatment’ because Paul will learn more details about you and could better serve you later.” She asked would I like to come to the clinic or would I like Paul to visit my home. I hadn’t considered having the massage at home, although it did seem logical to be in one’s own private quarters, rather than a place filled with people, with the constant interruptions of telephones, messages, questions, and so on. I said, “Yes, I think that it would be more convenient if Paul would come to my home and I will go with your suggestion for the ‘Wellness Treatment’ package.”. Paul’s schedule had a free morning on the following Monday, she said, would that be suitable. I told her that was perfect and she confirmed that Paul would be at my home at 8:00am. I told her I had never had a massage before and was there anything I needed to do in preparation. She said that a nice hot shower before the session would help me relax and soften the skin. I thanked her and hung up the phone. I had done it and I practically ran around the large home, trying to figure out the best place for the massage. My mind even considered the bedroom, and then I thought that might be pushing it somewhat, and I quickly discarded the idea. I was so excited at the thought of another man touching me and the idea that I would be practically naked. What would I wear, I thought. A bra and panties. That seemed to be too personal and I ran to my bedroom to look at the possible clothes I should wear. A thought then ran through my head of what it might be like if I had no clothes on at all. I shivered with excitement and immediately chastised myself for letting my mind run into forbidden territory. I was a married woman of three years, had everything I could possible dream of, and I had no right in entertaining such evil thoughts. I would have a relaxing massage and that would be the end of it.

Chapter 3. Anticipation

Peter came home at his scheduled time and announced that he was going to attend a two day seminar in NewYork on Monday and Tuesday. He would catch the early bird shuttle flight Monday morning and return home on Tuesday night. He had done this several times in the past, so it was no surprise to me when he told me this time. I told him that I understood and I hoped he enjoyed the seminar. I felt a little guilty that he would be away when I planned my Monday massage, but it quickly disappeared, and I convinced myself that it would probably be safer. There would be no fear of Peter suddenly coming home early, even though that rarely happened. Or if he decided to take the day off, which never happened. In any case, I felt calmer about the situation and relaxed my inner thoughts and fears.

It took forever for Monday to arrive, and when it finally did, I was so nervous I could hardly sit still. Peter was up very early and said his good-byes, with his usual formality, leaving precisely on schedule at 5:45am. I still hadn’t decided what clothes to wear, and I looked once more in my clothes closet. I finally settled on wearing my house robe, with a bikini underneath. I thought wearing a bikini would add more dignity to the situation, and both the masseuse Paul and I would be more comfortable. It seemed to take forever for eight o’clock, and the closer it got the more butterflies I felt. You would have thought I was a young school girl waiting to attend her first prom. I couldn’t sit down and constantly looked through the front window for Paul’s car to arrive. At about ten minutes to eight, I ran to my bedroom and removed the bikini, and quickly put on a new blue colored frilly bra and matching panties. I did that on impulse, wanting this stranger, Paul, to see me in my in my most intimate undergarments. I stood in front of a full length mirror and wondered what men found so attractive in me, because I knew and enjoyed the many glances men gave me when I was in public. I am of average height, 5’8″, slim, weighing 114 pounds; a true blond with short hair. My breasts are on the small side but firm and pointed. My areola’s are bright pink, almost red, and extend separately from my breast; my nipples are large and very sensitive. I have a very slim waist leading to my bottom, which I think points out to far, but apparently men like that, from what I have read. I have long legs, well proportioned to the rest of my body. In general I am considered very attractive and well distributed. Sometimes when men look at me, I know they are trying to see through my clothes and to be honest, there are times I wish they could. I put my robe back on and hurried back to the living room for Paul’s arrival.

Chapter 4. The Arrival

At about eight ten, the front doorbell rang, and I quickly ran to answer it. I didn’t look through the peep hole, but instead unbolted and opened the door. A very tall, well built, and extremely good looking black man stood in the entry way. Before I could speak, he said, “Miss Susan? I am Paul and I believe we have an appointment.” I was shocked and momentary speechless. I had never imagined that Paul the Masseuse would be a black man. I recovered quickly and said. “Yes, I am Susan. Won’t you please come in.” Paul walked in and followed me to the living room. I gestured for him to sit down on a sofa while I sat in a single straight back chair opposite. He was completely hairless. His head was clean shaven, and there was no visible hair on the exposed portion of his chest. His skin was very black and almost had a shine to it. His arms were also hairless. I was fascinated, and quite impressed with the perfection of the man sitting opposite me. Paul spoke, “Miss Susan, where can we set up the massage table. While my assistant is doing that, we can have an informative chat.” I had tried to figure out the best place for the massage, and had given up, hoping the masseuse would make the proper suggestion, so I responded by asking Paul where he thought might be the best place. Paul said that a bedroom with adjoining bathroom would probably be suitable. His voice was gentle and low, and reassuring. I began to relax a little and let my masseuse help me with certain decisions. “Would you show me a bedroom Miss Susan,” Paul asked. He followed me through several rooms and down a long hallway, to the master bedroom. He looked around and said the room was perfect and he would excuse himself for a moment to instruct his assistant as to the setting up of the equipment. I led Paul back to the front door and went back to the living room area to wait for him. Shortly I heard the front door open and a folded type of table was carried in by Paul and another impressive looking black man. Paul returned alone after a few minutes and sat down on the sofa again. He said, “Miss Susan, may I ask you some personal question, to help me determine your treatment? And please remember that I am a registered nurse, so there is no reason to be nervous.” I said I felt quite relaxed and that I would try to answer his questions accurately.

He started by asking the usual questions, such as height, weight, did I have any major diseases, past operations, broken bones, muscle aches, and so on. But in between the general questions, a few were not so easy to answer. When was the last time I had a complete physical? “About a year ago,” I said. Another question. Are you on any kind of birth control regiment. I told him I was on the pill. How is my present sexual relationship with my husband, he asked. I started to answer quickly that it was great, but then in mid sentence, I admitted it was terrible. Paul then asked would I like to get started. I said that yes I was ready, and I really was. I wanted his large hands to touch me. We walked to the bedroom.

Chapter 5. Exposure

A table was set up in an open area. The table was about two feet wide and about six feet long. It was padded with soft looking leather and had indents where a persons legs would go and a small elevated headrest section. At the end of the table Paul’s assistant stood and smiled. Paul said, “Miss Susan I would like you to meet Jerome. He will be assisting me during your treatment session.” Jerome, like Paul was very dark skinned, and also had his head shaved. He appeared to be very muscular under his shirt. His hands, although large, had long feminine looking fingers. I said hello to Jerome, and continued standing where I was, waiting for Paul to say something. I did not anticipate that two men would be looking at my semi nude, and intimately clothed body, and the mere thought of this send a shiver of pleasure throughout me. Paul asked, “Miss Susan, we are ready to start. Do you need to use the bathroom before we start?” I said I did, and went into the master bedroom bathroom. I didn’t bother to close the door, although they couldn’t see the toilet located around the corner. I felt that if they were going to touch my semi exposed body, going to the toilet, in their presence would not be so improper. Actually, it was one step closer in my mind to revealing myself completely to them. I desired this, but could think of no easy way to make it happen. And the thought of the two men hearing me urinate, for some reason excited me, probably because it would be associated with my naked mid-section and their close proximity. I opened my robe and pulled my panties down. When I sat down to relieve myself, I noticed that the crotch area of my panties had a wet stain on them that was quite visible. There would be no doubt that the two men would see this and the thought further excited me. After urinating I wiped myself with tissue paper and confirmed that my vagina was indeed wet. Even with the action of wiping myself, a sensation causing a wave of heat radiated from my loins. The feelings were beyond any I experienced with Peter, and I knew I was close to the start of something powerful. I considered changing panties, and decided that I would let them see me in this condition, and anyway I would probably continue to secrete. With Peter I would get wet, but this usually happened after he started to penetrate me. The wetness I felt then, was new to me, and I wondered if other women reacted in the same way. I returned to the bedroom but did not fasten the front of my robe. I held it partially closed with my hands. I wanted to take it off and show myself to the two men. Paul asked if I was feeling comfortable and would I get onto the table and lay face down. I moved next to the bed and removed my robe, folded it, and placed it on the bed. I turned and faced both of them, feeling very exposed and vulnerable. I was experiencing a release of suppressed, pent up desires, and an abandonment of deeply placed restrictive morals. It was like a volcano erupting forth hot trapped lava, as boundaries previously unscathed, came tumbling down. Instinctively I knew that my dear husband Peter should have pierced my veil of womanhood, to it’s totality. I was left to guide myself to fulfillment and at that moment I resented Peter for not exploring my womanhood and my sexual awareness. For putting me in a position that craved the attention of others, was forgivable, but not trying or exploring the depth of my passion and love, was not. There was no stopping now, as my body mirrored my emotions, and I sensed and felt my nipples growing and pushing at the thin covering of my bra. I walked over to the table and slid myself onto the soft leather surface, face down. I positioned my legs in the recesses for them, which spread them open to a considerable degree. Both men were extremely well muscled and well proportioned. Paul stepped to the head of the table, while Jerome went to the other end. I laid my head down sideways on the comfortable headrest and felt Paul’s gentle hands on my shoulders. Jerome started to rub the back of my legs, with gentle squeezes, and circular pushes. Paul moved his expert hands up and down my back, stopping just short of my panties. The feeling of hands, men’s hands, over my body was exquisite. I could feel the wetness between my legs growing larger. My breasts felt like they were swelling, and I wished I wasn’t wearing my bra or panties. The two men continued their ministrations on my arms, neck, legs, and feet. I felt wonderful, but still I wanted to be totally naked. My inhibitions were replaced with desires of wanting to exhibit. Would they like what they saw? Would they look at my private parts with want and desire, the way I looked and wanted theirs. I was growing more and more wanton of pleasures I had never dreamt of. I wondered what would happen next and who should initiate the direction. I decided I didn’t care any longer, and that I would do anything to entice the two black Adonis’s to look at my totally naked body. I shuttered with the thought of their eyes looking at my breasts and vagina. It was all I could do not to yell out my thoughts. My thoughts were bringing me to a state of arousal never attained before. I was flushing with desire for these two men to look at me and open me with their eyes. At times Paul would move around the table to lift an arm, or probe a back muscle, and the bulge in his pants would be only inches from my face. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but I was too shy and thought that it might ruin the present wonderful feelings they were giving me, by creating an impropriety. Jerome moved up my legs, but always stopped short of my bottom. The two men, as if by signal, one moving up from my feet, the other moving down from my shoulders, joined at the edges of my panties. I exhaled air and heard myself moan as they gently kneaded my lower back and upper leg areas. I was loosing control of my feelings and emotions and heard myself say, “My undergarments feel so confining. Can I take them off?” “Of course”, Paul said, in a low relaxed voice. I slid off the table and stood between the two men. I caught Jerome’s quick glance to my crotch area. I was wet and it showed about half way up the front of my panties, and was spreading rapidly. I was overcome with wanton desire to remove my intimate outer garments, ands let the taboos of inhibition be cast aside. A feeling was growing inside my body, producing such pleasure I had difficulty standing. With both hands I reached up to my front bra hook. I turned my head to look a Jerome’s face His eyes were riveted on my chest area. I unhooked the bra closure and pulled each lacy coup from it’s breast. I saw and heard Jerome suck in air. My breast mounds stood out smartly, capped by swollen and protruding pink areolas. My nipples were hard and extended. Two men were looking at my naked breasts and I started to lose myself to my pleasure. Lowering my gaze to Jerome’s shorts, I watched in fascination as his manhood hardened and grew erect. Something was building inside me, a feeling that was slowly and steadily looking for release. I turned my head to my left to Paul’s smiling face. With trembling hands, I slipped my fingers under my panty hem, and slowly brought down my last barrier of inhibition. Looking down at Paul’s shorts, I gasped, as I saw an enormous and growing protrusion. As I stepped out of my wet panties, my legs quivered and I had to grasp the side of the table for support. Still watching Paul’s unfolding erection, the feeling of pleasure coursing through my body erupted, and I experienced my first true orgasm, with two strangers watching me have it. I was so exposed, both in body and of what was happening, that the orgasm peaked, producing a series of body shutters, and ending in a slow trickle of juices down my inner thighs. I stood head down, between the two men, feeling their eyes search my naked body, and the fluid which was still coming from the lips between my legs. Jerome stepped close to me with a small piece of tissue paper, and when I didn’t immediately take it, he knelt down in front of me. He reached out his hand to my knee and began to wipe my release. I squatted slightly, with knees pointing outward, to give him access to my wet vagina. He moved the tissue paper up one thigh and down the other, but avoided the source of the wetness. Feeling waves of pleasure again rising within me, desperately wanting for him to see all of me, I reached down with both hands, and spread my vaginal lips wide. He was looking directly at my open vagina, and I moaned loudly, as I approached another orgasm. Carefully pointing the tissue with an extended finger he reached shakily to my wet vagina, and touched it’s lower openness. I lost myself to a body shaking climax and had to reach out to Jerome’s shoulders for support. My vaginal lips closed to the pointed finger, and I tried to lower myself further to it. He moved slowly up my slit that now was opening to it’s touch. In one continuous movement he completed the length of my passage sliding out over my hooded clitoris. I was flushed with heat and twitching with the release of orgasmic waves of pleasure. More fluids ran down my legs as Jerome continued to stair at my open womanhood. Jerome reached out slowly with his hand to touch me and my climax came down as quickly as it arose. It was replaced by shame and embarrassment, and before his touch reached the parting between my legs, I ran to the bathroom, trying to cover my nakedness with my hands.

6. Solace

I sat on the toilet and let my embarrassment bring me to tears. I bent over while sitting and covered my nakedness with my arms and knees. I was lost and didn’t know what to do, my shame of wanton lust, now overruling my desires. I wanted to run out and hide, but I would have to face the two black strangers again. Just at that moment I heard a gentle knock at the bathroom entrance. It was Paul, “Are you okay Miss Susan?” When I didn’t answer right away, he walked in carrying my robe. He placed it around my shoulders and wrapped it around my shaking body. It felt warm and encompassing. It absorbed some of the shame and allowed me to speak. “I’m so terrible sorry. I’ve never done anything like that before. What you must think of me. Please forgive me.” It came out like a torrent, and Paul reached out to touch my chin and said, “Miss Susan. What I saw just a few minutes ago was wonderful. I am so honored to have seen you come out of a very dark place. You were absolutely beautiful.” His words were very confusing. I thought that I had done something very bad and he was telling me it was wonderful. “Miss Susan.” he said softly and reassuringly, “You are extremely beautiful, and what you did was beautiful. Please do not feel ashamed. I only wish that I could have been more a part of it.” Paul’s words brought me back, at least to a point that I started to question myself. His hand lifted my chin and I felt myself smile. I asked him, “How could any man want a woman so much out of control? I mean, I couldn’t stop myself, and I did this in front of strangers.” “Miss Susan. What happened to you was very normal. You chose to find your true inner feeling with someone who wouldn’t stop you. You had to do it and I’m so glad you chose us to be with you. You are a beautiful, fantastic woman, who now can feel proud of herself for releasing the true passion inside you.” I started to feel so much better and my smile grew and warmed. “Miss Susan. Why not let us pamper you, and complete this treatment. Cover yourself with whatever makes you comfortable and please do not let this bother you. I’ll wait for you by the table.” Paul left the bathroom and I sat there wondering what to do. A few minutes later I walked out of the bathroom and took my robe off and placed it on the bed. Without looking at either man I walked over to the table and slid myself on it. I was still totally nude, but I wasn’t embarrassed anymore. I began to relax.

Chapter 8. My Treatment

Paul and Jerome started on my back and legs in earnest. Oils were rubbed in everywhere, muscles were expertly massaged. My feet were manipulated and squeezed, producing a total body relaxation. No hands probed near my private parts, but my buttocks were rubbed, and moved vigorously. I felt wonderful, and with each passing minute, my shame became more distant. Little sexual fantasies started creeping into my relaxed mine. What if a finger should go between my butt cheeks? What if two strong hands should spread my cheeks wide for their inspection? Would I mind? No one’s finger came close to my rear canal and no strong hands spread me. But I was starting to wish they would, and I tried to stop these thoughts, but they continued to surface more and more. No impropriety occurred, no fingers slipped in wet places. I was given a facial and my toes a pedicure. My hair was brushed, my fingers massaged, my shoulders rubbed. It was a glorious complete feeling and I drifted off to a special far away place, letting the two men minister to my body. They continued the massage, but always stopped short of touching my exposed bottom, as though there was an invisible line preventing their fingers from crossing. I couldn’t believe how bold I was becoming, as I heard myself say, “Please touch me all over.” Slowly I felt Jerome’s slender fingers moving up my legs to finally touch my uplifted bottom. He gently massaged each cheek while Paul’s hands pushed and probed my lower back. I moaned again and with each exhalation of breadth, continued to moan. Probing fingers reached between my cheeks but stopped short of touching my private parts. I was beginning to breathe more rapidly and I wanted more. Jerome moved his attentions back down my legs and Paul moved up my back and gently massaged my neck and scalp. I heard Paul softly say, “We will be conducting a wellness exam now, Miss Susan. This will require touching your female private parts. Will this be okay?” I said, “Please do whatever you want.” Paul said, “Please turn over now, and don’t be afraid to let yourself enjoy this part of the treatment”. I was so desirous of these two men to touch me everywhere, that I almost had a climax when I heard what he said. They were going to touch me where I needed it most. I rolled over and heard Jerome exhale rapidly, as I saw his eyes roaming from my breasts to the juncture between my legs. I knew I must be very wet, and it must have shown. I laid my head back on the headrest and adjusted my legs to fit into the leg recesses. Paul then said, “Close your eyes Miss Susan, and relax please.” I was still breathing faster than normal and I closed my eyes in anticipation of what was to come. I felt my legs coming apart slowly, as the lower half of the table was being pulled apart, hinged somewhere near my bottom. Paul put a hand under my head to lift it slightly while he removed the headrest. When he laid my head back my neck was at the front padded edge of the table and my head hung at a backwards angle. It was not uncomfortable and somehow made me feel more vulnerable. I wanted to feel this way. Jerome had finished spreading the table apart and my legs were open wide. I was very exposed and I was ready to be touched again. I moaned. I heard Paul slide something out from the head of the table. He gently took my arms and pulled them toward him above my head to softly padded and elevated supports. At the end of each support was a handle that I wrapped my fingers around to grip. I felt the leg supports raise at my knee joint, drawing my knees up and back towards my bottom. At the same time my legs were pivoted outward. Jerome asked, “Miss Susan, does that feel comfortable?” I said, “You can spread them wider.” I was in the same position I would be in if I were being given a pelvic exam, except my legs were totally supported. I had never exposed myself to a man before, even a doctor. Peter had made sure my doctor was a woman. Jerome asked if the position was wide enough, and I moaned, “Yes”. Paul put his fingers on my neck and I felt a flood of pleasure surge through my body. I felt a true orgasm, for the first time in my life. What I had felt with Peter, was only the prelude to the feeling I experienced just then, and I arched my chest upwards, and clenched my teeth. One of my hands let go of the handle and found Paul’s side above his shorts. I quickly pulled it back to re-clutch the handle. Paul massaged and probed my neck and whispered softly, “Do not be afraid to respond to us Miss Susan. You may do anything you like or desire. This treatment is for you.” At that moment I opened my eyes and saw the front of Paul’s shorts. The enormity of his erection showing through the front of his shorts caused a load moan to escape my lips. I felt fingers touch my inner thighs and I stiffened with yet another orgasm, stronger than before. Paul’s gentle probing fingers moved down my chest to touch my right breast. His fingers made small circles and pushes, working slowly inward to my areola. Jerome moved cautiously up my spread inner thighs and reached my now very wet vagina. I knew my vaginal lips were already open wide, and I started to grunt with each fast breadth, waiting for his touch. Just as Paul reached my protruding areola and engorged extended nipple with fingers that began to squeeze, I felt a slender finger slid deeply into my vagina. I cried out with pleasure and erupted with a steadily increasing orgasm. Paul was now using one hand to squeeze around the areola, while two fingers from his other hand clasped and rolled my nipple. I bucked upward on the table to take more of the finger deeply implanted within me. My other breast was being fondled now and I felt the finger in me withdraw to be replaced by two fingers. I was still yelling and my orgasm was still increasing. Both men stopped what they were doing and I pleaded, “Please don’t stop.” Paul answered, “Miss Susan, have you ever had a cleansing enema?” My orgasm subsided enough for me to answer, “I have never had an enema. Please don’t stop. Do anything you want to me. But please don’t stop.” I heard Jerome open something and ask Paul, “What size should we use?” And Paul answered, “Try the large one, I think she will enjoy it.” This talk alone almost brought me to another orgasm and I waited greedily for them to violate my exposed body. Paul asked, “Would you like to watch the insertion, Miss Susan?” I replied, still breathing rapidly, “Oh yes, please.” Paul refastened a headrest, and elevated the front portion of the table to raise my upper body almost vertical. I saw that my bottom hung out slightly over the table edge. Jerome swung a one foot square mirror up from under the table and positioned it at an angle for me to see my exposed private parts in their entirety. I could see that my vaginal lips were fully open and strands of sticky mucous looking liquid stretched across the opening in several places. Jerome attached to the table a large shiny looking basin below my bottom. He inserted a rod into a hole and hooked a bag of white looking liquid to the pole, such that it was about two feet above the table where my legs and bottom were being supported. I moaned aloud again at the thought of what would happen next. Jerome shorts also had the projected bulge of a fully erect penis. My lust and desire to be totally violated by these virulent black me gave me the courage to speak. “Please take of your shorts. I want to see all of you.” Jerome promptly turned and pulled his shorts off. When he turned to face me I saw an incredibly beautiful organ. His penis was not much bigger in diameter than Peter’s, but it was very, very long and it curved like a banana, upward to his stomach. I began to pant like a dog and my tongue extended from my mouth to wet my lips. Jerome said, “Do you like it Miss Susan?” I answered, “Oh Jerome, it’s so beautiful. Can I have it?” Paul spoke up quickly, “Shortly, you can have whatever you want.” I moaned loudly and watched Paul pull his shorts off. He had the an enormously fat and long penis. It’s head was bulbous, and hiding under uncircumcised skin. Paul’s erection stood almost straight out. Although it may have been shorter than Jerome’s, it was so fat that I couldn’t imagine it fitting in any woman’s vagina. Jerome stepped forward with a long fat rubber looking tube, that had a narrow tip that expanded quickly to a size about as thick as his penis. The tube was about a foot long and had a mushroom looking bulb at the other end. A tube was unwrapped from the hanging liquid filled bag, and attached to the fat tube, near the round mushroom section. Jerome said then, “Miss Susan, I’m going to insert this in your rectum. At first it may feel uncomfortable, but that will be replaced quickly with pleasure. The more you relax the more pleasure you will feel Are you ready?” I nodded vigorously, yes. I was ready then for anything these men would want to do to me. Paul had a jar and reached in to smear his fingers with a white sticky jell. I couldn’t stop looking at his penis and it’s size. I was panting again and I opened my mouth to let my tongue stick out. I don’t know why I did that, but it seemed very natural. Paul moved closed to my side and I watched through my mirror as his fingers touched my puckered opening to spread the lubricant. I was very hot again, moaning and panting with pleasure. My eyelids started to close but the view in the mirror kept them open. I pushed downward with my stomach muscles to unpucker my pink rectal bud and capture a finger. He must have recognized this action because he slowly inserted his index finger in as far as it would go. I started another orgasm, as I watched and felt his finger move in and out of my virginal hole. I was so hot the slight discomfort and tightness I felt, actually added to my mounting pleasure. I could also see more juices forming at my open vagina. I could even start to smell the juices and my orgasm continued and grew. Paul removed his jell covered finger and Jerome pushed the small tube end into my lubricated rectum. I was still orgasming and began to growl with waves of pleasure. I watched as the tube was pushed in to it’s full diameter and the waves of pleasure increased. It was slid in slowly about half it’s length and I tried to move my bottom rhythmically as if the tube was a penis. Paul moved to the head of the table and lowered me back down to a laying position. He removed the headrest again and my head extended backwards. I moved my arms back to the holding pegs and felt Paul’s hands move to my breasts again. I felt the warmness of liquid entering my insides. Jerome was massaging my lower stomach to aid the filling solution. I started to buck my rear end to take more of the tube. Jerome spoke then, “I’m going to remove the tube now, and I want you to push out all of the liquid.” “Please don’t” I said, “It feels too good.” He answered, “Don’t worry Miss Susan, there is more to come.” I felt the tube being pulled out and I flushed with heat and desire. I pushed to evacuate the liquid and heard the rushing sound of everything coming out. Jerome left quickly and I heard the toilet being flushed. I couldn’t wait for him to return, I was so full of lust and pleasure. Paul’s hands had inflamed my breasts, and the rubbing and squeezing of my nipples, kept me at climax. I reached out with my hands to find Paul’s penis. I grabbed it and felt it’s tremendous size and worked my fingers up to the head bulb. I stroked and opened my eyes to found that the skin covering the head could be pulled down, exposing the purplish head to the ridge area that separated head from shaft. I pulled the exposed head to my mouth and licked it. My tongue found the hole in the swelled head and spread it’s wide opening to allow entry to a short depth. It was full with sticky pre-cum and I lapped at it to draw it all out The taste was so sexually delicious, I started a higher level orgasm, that felt like burning all over my body. Paul increased his massaging of a breast and I felt a pressure at my rectum as the tube was being inserted again. I pushed hard with my pelvis to capture the moving tube and I felt it go deeper and deeper. I took the engorged penis head into my mouth and kept the skin covering pulled back to expose all of the gland to my tongue. I tasted more pre-cum as I milked the length of the fat penis with my other hand. The tube stopped as I felt the fattened mushroom bulb push against my stretched opening. Pressure increased and with a quick sharp pain it entered to slip in and allow my stretched bud lips to close snugly over the small fill tube. The tube was captured within me. I felt a warm slow trickle of liquid far up in my insides. I sucked the bloated penis head further into my mouth, letting my tongue explore the gland ridge that separated the head from the shaft. I was experiencing a continuos wave of heat surging from my breasts to my loins, and my orgasm continued to increase in intensity. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, when my grunts became high pitched and urgent, I felt a warm tongue trace my vaginal lips, flicking itself in to my wet hole. I raised my hips to make Jerome’s tongue go deeper as he probed it’s full length up inside me. Paul was slowly pumping his fattened penis deeper into my mouth, and by holding the shaft firmly with both hands, the foreskin gland covering slid partially back and forth over my tongue. Jerome’s tongue and mouth moved up to capture and draw in my clitoris. A finger slid up into my vagina and found an inner wall to rub against, instantly increasing my steady orgasm to yet higher, uncontrollable flushes. I could feel my belly bloating with warm liquid, as I swallowed ever increasing amounts of pre-cum. I reached one hand down the long swelling penis shaft and cupped Paul’s sack, to finger the orbs inside. I felt my orgasm reaching a point of explosion, while Paul’s scrotal sack began to tighten, drawing up close to the connected shaft. Jerome now had my clitoris sucked deep in his mouth and his tongue probed under forbidden folds. Both my nipples were being squeezed and rolled harder, and my head felt a roaring sound engulfing all senses, drowning out my own yelps and the groans of the two men. At the same time as my vagina spasmed and felt as if it were squirting liquid, my hand on Paul’s cupped scrotal sack felt the first contraction of ejaculation, shooting up the long fattened shaft and erupting through the gland hole into the back of my mouth. I swallowed quickly the first thin load of remaining pre-cum and thicker sperm enriched ejaculate. As if on it’s own the engorged penis head lodged itself further in my mouth and filled the opening of my throat, just in time for me to receive a second larger rocketing load of salty thick semen. My body was twitching and I became faint with release, as if everything inside me was exploding outwards. I pulled back sharply on Paul’s foreskin and felt an instant response as the thick penis pushed deeper into my throat, erupting with a third load of viscous fluid. I stopped my swallowing contractions as more blasts of semen pumped down my throat. I was beyond any reflex to gag, I had stopped breathing, as load after load of ejaculate pumped into my stomach, as if to replace the fluids I was sure were jetting out from my vagina. I can’t remember when this all ended, or when the penis in my mouth withdrew, or the sucking of my clitoris stopped, or even the tube from my bud hole removed. I lay there in a semi-continuos state, barely registering the activities around me. I did feel a distant release of abdominal pressure as I evacuated the liquid in my bowels. I thought I could feel myself being washed between my legs, my vaginal lips being pulled, my clitoris being rubbed. I think my face was washed, my lips cleaned, my cheeks wiped. There were hands all over my body, gently massaging my skin, cleaning it, rubbing my breasts. I was in a different place than reality. I distantly thought and smelled fragrant oils being rubbed in everywhere. I was turned over and the back of my wracked body rejuvenated with expert hands and oil. Hands spread my legs, fingers spread my buns to massage and oil. At times I thought I was asleep, drifting close to awareness, only to drift off again to somewhere distant and pleasant. I thought my hair was being combed, my fingernails being filed, my toes being manicured. I don’t know how long I drifted in and out of reality, but I did know that my body was totally given over to the ministrations of my two men. It was theirs to do with as they pleased and I had no fears of what they would do. My arms were flexible to their placements, my legs free to move. I was like a baby in her mother’s arms, drawing in the aroma of love around me, and succumbing to any touch or probing they desired. The passage of time was not evident to me.

Chapter 7. My Turn

I was aware of being lifted by strong arms, and cradled close to a muscular chest. Like an infant my lips found a nipple and sucked gently as it stiffened on my tongue. Movement was evident as I was being carried somewhere, and lowered to a soft bed. Two muscular bodies pressed up close to me and sheets were drawn up. Even in my far away place I could hear myself moaning to the feel of flesh against flesh. Lips were kissing my cheeks, my nose, my forehead. Lips were brushing against my lips and tongues slowly entered and retreated from my mouth. I sucked on them with an urgency as if to draw out ejaculate. I lay there, still in a distant place and felt hands begin to roam my body. A hand moved to a breast and another down my stomach. My breast was encompassed with powerful fingers, but the manipulations were gentle, coaxing the nipple to full extension. My legs involuntarily spread open and bent at the knees to give unrestricted access to probing fingers. A finger snaked it’s way inside parted vaginal lips, to search my inner recesses, while a thumb rubbed my wet projecting clitoris, pushing the hood back alternately. My hands reached to both sides of me to find and wrap fingers around two erect penises. My left hand had found the banana shaped shaft of Jerome and my right the fattened, bulbous head and shaft of Paul. I started to awaken as my senses took control, but a part of me remained in my distant place, knowing I didn’t have to think about what would happen next. I was to be loved, violated, saturated with lust, and fulfilled beyond sensation or feeling. I had already given myself over to the two strangers in ways I would never had imagined, and now I would do so again, but with the passion and understanding of a liberated woman. My sexual virginity had been given freedom. I had been guided and taught by their taking and removal of my veil of shame, the release of suppressed desires, needs, taboos, and now I was ready to give them my complete passion and depth of love. I would do anything they wanted or needed, without reservation, without shame, and without fear. From deep within my sub-conscious thoughts, I knew that Jerome had not been given release. Paul had ejaculated his seed and passion into a wanton receptacle. Jerome should have the same right. I released Paul’s thick and hot penis, and started to roll over to Jerome’s side. The finger probing my vagina pulled out and found a new entry point from my rear side. I kissed Jerome deeply and pushed my tongue through his parted lips. I raised to my knees to give myself movement over Jerome’s body. I licked his lips, his cheeks, his eyes, and darted my tongue up both nostrils of his wide nose. I wanted to taste more of him. I was his lover now and would have tucked him inside my womb, if I knew how. My other lover was busily working my vaginal opening with exquisite fingers. My hand stroked Jerome’s long penis and he began to buck upwards. He was moaning heavily as I kissed him hard and passed my mouth juices to his waiting tongue. I knew he was close to ejaculation, and I withdrew my hand from his stiffened joint to press his belly and calm his upward thrusts. Whispering softly to his ear, I said, “Go easy my darling. Not yet my sweet. I want you in my mouth. I want to taste you. Please be patient with me.” Jerome moaned with the passion of true love. He would let subside his wanton lust for the promise of pleasures to come. It would not be long now, and his release would be quick, for although he managed to still his imminent spurting ejaculation, he was close, and stayed close. Jerome could easily succumb and fall over the edge, but I was determined to pleasure him to the limit. My mouth left Jerome’s face and started down his chest with kisses and licking. His taste was strongly masculine and full of unleashed sexual desire. I found an erect nipple and paused to suckle and nourish his rising chest. I let my hand find the long curved penis and slid down to the scrotal sack. It was close to the shaft, but not fully contracted yet, so I knew I had time to further explore Jerome’s body. All this I learned from Paul, and all this would guide me to Jerome’s pleasure. Exquisite feeling were emanating from between my legs as Paul’s fingers invaded my wet hole. My clitoris was squeezed and rubbed, producing constant surges of increasing orgasms. It was no longer a matter of reaching an orgasm, for the orgasm was continuous, and only varied in degrees of secretal release, now running steadily down my inner thighs. As my mouth neared Jerome’s rigid penis, who’s head rested close to his naval, I swung my leg over and straddled his chest, presenting a wet and fully open vagina to his mouth. I lowered my pelvic to a waiting tongue, to be rewarded with it’s insertion inside my parted lips. Jerome’s mouth sucked hardly on my now extended clitoris, inviting the hood to be pushed back. Reaching my arms inwardly between Jerome’s raised knees, I pulled them back, raising his buttocks and rectal hole to my mouth. I licked around the puckered hole and let my saliva dribble to it’s center. Jerome was sucking wildly on my small penis appendage, as I forced my tongue inside his tight bud hole. Rolling my tongue as it penetrated Jerome’s rectum, I pushed saliva into him, and felt contractions of my simulated mouthed ejaculation. I sensed Jerome’s approaching release and lowered his elevated bottom to reach his swollen penis. My one hand cupped his contracting ball sack, my other hand grasping the curved penis near it’s base. Quickly I took the unskinned head gland into my mouth and squeezed up the shaft with my hand to expunge the flowing pre-cum. I sucked and licked and drank of the head, not letting it penetrate too deeply in my mouth. I wanted to savor all of Jerome’s ejaculate before swallowing it. Jerome’s ball sack tightened and the first squirt of thin liquid was pumped in my mouth. Jerome tried to penetrate deeper, but I retreated at his trusts, sucking only the head of his penis. Violent rapid projectiles of thickening hot cum filled my mouth. I sucked and sucked to ease and remove the mucous sperm laden ejaculate to the back of my mouth. I didn’t realize how much liquid was filling me, and the excess spilled from the sides of my lips. Jerome’s spasms subsided, although I still sucked more from the fattened head of his curved penis. When finally the spurting stopped, I withdrew my mouth from the penis head, and rolled off Jerome to my back on the bed. My mouth was full of hot salty man seed, and I rolled it around in my mouth and tongue, exploring the taste. Both my lovers looked at me as I started to swallow the seed, and moan in pleasure at it acceptance. It took three gulps to move the ejaculate from my mouth to my warming stomach. I orgasmed at the taste, feel, and thought of the man seed entering my insides. I was a fulfilled woman. I had been filled by both my lovers in my mouth and my insides were satiated and full, but the ache between my legs promoted a new urgency of fulfillment. I needed to be filled in my womb.

Chapter 8. Love Me

I lay on my back with my lovers on either side of me. I felt wet kisses on my face, then my neck, to my rising chest, and finally to my breasts. Each breast with it’s swollen areola, was drawn into a warm mouth to be suckled and prodded with tongues. The feeling was beyond description, and my uterus began a gentle series of contractions. My right nipple was nibbled and sucked hard, trying to open the passage to the empty milk sacks. A tingling sensation radiated throughout each breast mound, and I knew I was close to producing milk. Jerome’s hand cupped my right breast, squeezing the mound to a point, and drew in more breast to the back of his mouth. My nipple was being sucked into the entrance of his throat, and it throbbed to spill forth imagined nourishing milk. I was yelling now, “I want you in me. Give me, give me, give me.” I pulled them free of my inflamed breasts and sat up in bed. Reaching with my hand to Jerome’s penis I wrapped it in my fingers to confirm it’s new hardness. I stood up on the bed and moved to stand over Jerome. He had reached down to stroke his erection and point it upward, asking by it’s directness, to be inserted. I was facing Jerome’s feet and as I started to squat down, I said to Paul, “Help me Paul. I want it in my bottom.” Paul immediately knelt in front of me, between Jerome’s parted legs, and put his hands under my armpits. As I lowered down closer to the long penis shaft, I was completely supported by Paul’s strong hands and arms, my legs needing no effort to control the position. I felt the penis gland touch my bud, and I reached to grasp it and rub it’s head across the wetness of my vagina. Jerome trust upward and gained entry inside my parted vaginal lips, and Paul quickly raised me up to dislodge him. The feeling of the partial entry sent shivers of orgasmic release to my open vagina and a fresh flood of secretions dripped onto the retracting gland head. I wanted him inside of me, but Paul knew my original plan and expertly kept us apart. I lowered myself again, this time guiding the wet penis head to my bud hole, feeling the warm wetness I had given it from my vagina. Jerome was producing pre-cum that oozed out the gland hole to further lubricate my tight hole. I pushed down on my stomach muscles to push the puckered hole outwards and Paul lowered me onto the slippery shaft. The head went in smoothly to the gland ridge, and I moved my bottom backward to sit on Jerome’s stomach. Paul lowered my back to Jerome’s chest and hands clasped and cupped my breasts. I lay my head on Jerome’s powerful shoulder and cried out in pleasure. Moving my pelvis downward by pulling on my bend legs, I impaled myself completely on the shaft. I cried out again in pleasure and through a husky deep unrecognizable voice said, “Take me Paul. Fuck me darling.” Paul supported himself with his arms and bent knees between Jerome’s spread legs and lowered himself closer over me, and I felt the first probe of his giant penis head against my opened vagina. He let the head move up and down the parted lips, gathering and spreading my secretions, spreading his own pre-cum. I felt pressure as the gland head pushed my lips wider seeking entry. I was locked in place with Jerome’s shaft deep inside my rear, and could not thrust up to implant Paul’s member. I heard myself scream, “Put it in. shove it in. Give me. Give me.” I was sobbing with want and pleasure. Tears were forming in my closed eyes. My body was wracked with waves of orgasmic heat and I wanted all of Paul inside me. I reached down to grab hold of Paul’s fat penis, and wrapped my hand around, pulling the skin covering back to expose all of the gland. Paul lowered himself and I felt the head slip into my vagina with great pressure, to lock itself on the prominent ridge, as it passed the tight outer restriction. His largest part had traversed the constrictions of my pelvic opening. I yelled in pleasure and knew that he had gained entry . The rest would be easy. Like a babies head popping through the pelvic opening, Paul had gone in reverse and pierced the constrictions of confinement. His penis shaft was mine to fill me in ways I could not to this day imagine. Paul lowered his chest against mine, while Jerome removed his cupped hands from my breast. Paul’s breast pushed gently into my uplifted mounds, and waves of electric tingling penetrated my nipples. In a steady downward motion, Paul pushed his fattened shaft a fraction deeper. I wanted to buck up and have him drive the engorged penis in to it’s hilt, but I waited in patient fever for my lover to meet my desires. Again my sweet love pressed deeper, as I felt the fullness of his manhood. I was yelping and moaning, and pleading, “Give me. Fuck me. Push deeper. I love you.” Paul answered with passion, “Susan, I am yours, and I will soon give all I have to you. Work with me baby. Open yourself to me.” I moaned with understanding and need. I wanted him to fill me with his manhood and seed. If, at that moment, he wanted me to conceive, I would gladly have given up everything in my life to carry his child. I belonged to both Paul and Jerome and would do anything they asked. I loved them more than myself, or Peter. I was theirs, and I was for them. With tiny pullbacks to relubricate the thickening shaft, Paul continued to push into me, filling me anew with penetrating depth. With each new push I grunted my pleasure and acceptance, “Oh yes. Yes”. Jerome remained still as if sensing the impending completion of penetration of the fattened throbbing shaft of Paul. When I thought I was completely full of him, a new downward pressure gained deeper entry. I felt his bulbous head deep within me, probing deeper with each push, moving organs and tissue to lodge itself deep within my belly. I felt the heat of the gland, and yelped, moaned, and snorted my pleasure, “Deeper baby. Give me. Give me. Oh, baby.” Paul continued to withdraw slightly, and push deeper. With each push I felt the shaft gain deeper entry. Every time I thought I was full, more of Paul’s penis entered. Somewhere deep inside me Paul’s swollen penis head invaded new territory. Paul finally stopped his invading penetration of my stretched vagina, and we lay locked together in bliss. Neither Paul or Jerome moved, but I wiggled my pelvis from side to side. Our heat was tremendous, and we laid locked together in sweat, neither man moving, for a long time. Sometime later. I reached up my parted legs and wrapped them tightly around Paul’s rear. He was groaning, and started a very slow, very gentle, very small, in and out movement. Jerome, deeply imbedded in my rear could feel the slow responding thrusts through me to Paul. He started to pull and push carefully with his impaled shaft. I was being taken by both men and soon I would receive their fluids of passion that would stay within me, always. Paul began withdrawing his shaft further on each stroke, to push in again to full depth. Jerome matched Paul’s thrusts, and in unison, I felt the hard shafts penetrate my inner being. Paul’s withdrawals became long and the gland ridge found the tightness of my pelvic opening before once again pistoning home. I was losing control and I felt the rising, impending release of my two men’s seed. I started screaming, and I felt the first gush of hot fluid in my vagina., and Paul’s quick pull back to the shaft head. As he pushed himself back in I felt Jerome’s first squirt deep within my rectum. As Paul hot shaft reached it’s base within me a second blast of sperm entered my inner reaches, to be matched by Jerome voiding himself of man seed. I continued screaming and must have passed out, for much is not clear of what happened after this. I do remember rolling over with the two men, and Jerome pumping me wildly to completion.

When I awoke both men were gone and I lay in bed, with their seed leaking out of me. It was a divine feeling, and in thinking back, I should do it again. End.