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Jenny Takes a Detour, Part 3
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GBV06C - M+/F - WIFE - Jenny Takes a Detour - Part 3
by The Warthog
Standard Disclaimer--This story is intended for the entertainment of
adults only!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Continued from Part 2.
At that moment I looked to my left and noticed a third man. It was the
first white man I'd seen in town. He looked like he was drunk. He had
his cock out and was stroking a sizable rock hard penis. I wasn't going
to let it go to waste so I let him fuck me. He didn't last long and I
didn't climax, however, it was the first wine flavored sperm I had
tasted. It turned out the man was just a bum that I had awakened with my
loud moans. When I was finished with the man I looked over and noticed
Fred and Joe just smiling and shaking their heads.
I stretched my shoulder straps back into placed and pushed my tits back
into their confines. Finally, I pulled my skirt down. I marveled at the
ease of being fucked three times and becoming presentable in less than a
minute. I still needed to reapply my lip stick, but I could do that in
the truck's rear view mirror. We drove off to the pool hall with Fred and
Joe satisfied for a while and me hot and horny as ever. I was looking
forward to three or more men fucking me at once.
We pulled into the parking lot of a run down dirty looking bar. Fred
parked the truck then turned to me and said, "Jenny, this place is
pretty wild and can get rough. The police avoid this place. Now is the
time to leave if you don't feel up to it." I said, "Thanks for your
concern Fred. I just want to know one thing." Fred said, "What's that?"
I continued, "Can I get fucked by a lot of men, here?" Joe piped up,
"Ma'am, you'll be the only white woman in the place. There's boys in there
who have dreamed of banging a white woman all their lives and you, my
lady, are more beautiful than their dreams would ever allow." I said
confidently, "Lead on." Fred smiled and gave my nipple a pinch. My hand
immediately went between my legs as the usual electrical charge jumped
from my nipple to vagina. Fred laughed and said, "We sure know how to
jump start Ms. Jenny!" All I could do was moan.
Fred entered the bar first. I followed swinging my hips. Joe followed
me. My dress conformed to my body and the gentle rubbing on my nipples
as I walked kept me in constant heat. I could feel the blood running
through my veins. I never felt so alive. The place was busy. I watched
as each pair of eyes got to know my body intimately. The dress was just
a second skin. I was essentially naked. Even my pubic mound was
accented by the dress. Every man in the place knew he had a golden
invitation to fuck me. I licked my lips as I walked to make sure there
was no mistake about it.
Fred led me to the bar in the back and pointed to a bar stool. We sat
down and Joe order drinks for us. I had just taken a sip of my beer and
set the mug down when a large hand caressed my shoulder and rotated me
around gently. There stood a large black man about 6'6" and 260 pounds.
I notice that he was stroking a rather large penis. Before I realized it
he had spread my legs, causing my skirt to spring to my waist, and
plugged his 13 inch penis into my dripping hole. Once his pole was
safely lodged in my vagina he gripped my bottom with both huge hands and
pulled me onto the rest of his penis. My shock gave way to loud moans.
He had my back pinned to the bar, my bottom on the bar stool and my legs
over his shoulders. He was pounding me so fast that it was a blur. After
about three minutes he paused for only a second to lower the straps of
my dress, exposing my tits. His hands went to work pulling and pinching
my nipples. I began to moan loudly. I noticed a crowd forming. After five
minutes of this treatment I blacked out with a hard crushing orgasm. I
learned that the more physical the fucking the harder I orgasm. I hoped
my body could hold up. When my senses returned I notice the signs
of an oncoming male orgasm. I locked eyes with my partner and calmly said,
"In my mouth." That was all it took. Roughly he pulled me into a sitting
position and then down to his penis. I stuffed it in my mouth in time to
take a large gooey load down my throat.
I licked the man clean and before I knew it my legs were over another
pair of shoulders and another penis was plowing my vagina. Man number
two had seen the previous fuck and he knew that pulling on my large tits
made me wild. He grabbed both nipples and began pulling. It was a little
scary to see my nipples stretched out two to three inches, then pulled
in all directions. It looked sort like the cow hand yanking on a cow's
udders. The slight pain I was feeling was instantly transformed into
sexual pleasure as the pounding and pulling continued. I had another
hard orgasm. I noticed that I was discharging a considerable amount of
fluid with each orgasm. It had collected on the bar stool and I was now
sliding around in it.
It went like this for about forty minutes and eight guys. I was getting
just what I wanted. Each man was kind enough to come in my mouth. I
enjoyed the taste a great deal. After number eight I asked if I could
take a rest. Number nine looked perturbed but relented when I promised
him my anus. At that moment the bartender brought a beer mug half full
of what looked like milk. On closer inspection I realized that it was
not milk but sperm. It must have been from twenty or thirty guys. The
bartender explained that many of his patrons were so turned on by my
fucking that they stroked themselves off. He said he noticed that I
seemed to like cum so he passed the mug and they all filled it up for
me. I thanked him and began to drink. I downed the whole thing to their
cheers and applause. I handed the mug back to the bartender and told him
to keep it cumming.
I asked the bartender how many men and women were at the bar. He paused
and then said, "I figure about a hundred men and four women." I looked
around and noticed a black women naked on a pool table with a penis in
her vagina, anus and mouth. They were giving her hell. I couldn't see
any other woman but the place was bigger than it looked from the
outside. Number nine was now getting irritated. I suspected that his
balls were about to explode and I was eager to taste the contents. I
noted a line of about 15 guys lined up behind number nine and they
looked angry and frustrated while waiting. The last thing I wanted was
to be hurt by a angry mob.
I stood up, pushed the material of my dress to my waist, and bent over
the bar stool. The men now had access to my anus and vagina in back and
my mouth and tits in front. The stool was still sticky with my cum.
Number nine plowed his penis into my frothy vagina and pumped me a few
times to lubricate his shaft. He then gently entered my anus and slowly
embedded his tool in my bowels. The tightness had us both moaning. I
motioned for the next man to fuck my mouth. I also had the on-deck men
pulling at my tits. For the next hour I took on twosomes in this manner.
When the line had dwindled to no more than six, I had enjoyed seven anal
fucks and four vaginal fucks and had swallowed another eleven wads of
sperm and had a least a dozen hard mind blowing orgasms. On the floor
underneath me was a large cake pan that had collected the drippings from
my vagina and anus that included the cum of eleven well-hung black men
and one well-fucked white woman. The gooey mess looked like the kind of
cake frosting that is put on coffee cake. I asked for a break and slowly
stood up carefully avoiding the pan. I smiled at those around me and
said, "You fellas think of everything, don't you?" I picked up the pan
and proceeded to eat the whole slimy mess.
The reaction was another round of whistles and hoots. The bartender
handed me another sperm mug. This one was only a third full. I looked
back at the bartender and he shrugged, "You're wearing them out, lady."
I beamed with pride and said, "The next one should be full." The
bartender nodded as I downed the latest collection of cum. I looked
around and asked if there was any place we could be more comfortable. A
handsome black gentleman who had been waiting a long time took my hand
and led me to the other side of the room. There was a large thick mat
that covered the floor. A woman I had not seen was getting up off the
mat as we approached. Her face was covered with sperm and her vagina was
leaking down her leg. She was busy wiping the stuff off. I was tempted
to lick it off her.
A new crop of men had gathered around me. I explained that I wanted to
fuck three men at a time. I told them I preferred for them to cum in my
mouth. If they didn't that was OK too. For the next hour and a half we
got down to a serious white woman gang bang. This corner of the bar was
darker and the only light given off was the reflection off my white skin
and the shiny well-lubricated black penises that kept disappearing
inside me. It was a surreal experience. I loved the feeling of a 14
incher in my vagina and another 14 incher in my butt. When a good pair
established a rhythm, all I wanted was to stuff a third cock down my
throat and have a heart stopping orgasm. I would just stop with my nose
buried in some man's wiry pubic hair and shudder on the two black poles
buried in my vagina and bowel. I collected a good deal of sperm like
that. I began to notice that I sloshed when I moved. Now that's a belly
full of sperm. I also found that I liked giving the men a tongue bath
after they came. I started by licking their penis, then cleaning their
balls and finally I tongued their anus. Many had recently had bowel
movements and I found that I licked harder and cleaned more thoroughly in
those cases. My tongue, to my new found delight, is quite long. I
estimate that I was able to penetrate most of their anuses over an inch.
This nonstop fucking continued with one man cumming and another taking
his place. All three of my holes were constantly filled. The orgasms
began to run together. At one point I regained my senses after a strong
long lasting orgasm and noticed a change. Rather than feeling the sweaty
skin of a thrusting man at my rear, the feeling was soft and dry,
like... As I turned around to look I realized why the feeling was like
that of a fur coat. A large black dog, a Labrador I believed, had his
paws around my waist and his eleven inch cock buried in my anus. I
realized also that the men had back away to watch. I was in the middle
of this mat getting fucked by an animal as dozens of men looked on and
cheered.
Despite the activity of the past hours, the countless men who had fucked
me and the large quantities of sperm I had drunk, I was shocked. I
couldn't move. It all began to come back to me. I was the respected wife
of the town minister with children who loved me. If they could see me
now, getting fucked in the ass by a dog. The problem was it felt so
good. I liked the way the dog caressed my waist. I could feel another
towering orgasm building. Oh, the immorality of it. I had come a long
way from the preacher's sweet wife. I was now enjoying getting dog
fucked. As I began to blank out with orgasm I remembered thinking, I
wonder what dog sperm tastes like. When my hearing returned the dog was
yelping and I realized that he was pumping his load into my bowels. I
also noted that his cock felt like it had swollen to twice the size. He
was stuck inside my ass. I then remembered from the days I spent on my
uncle's farm, that many male animals get a knot in their penis after
ejaculation. This was to hold the sperm inside the female so that
pregnancy could occur. I new that I would be like this for a few moments
so I decided to rest. I collapsed down on the mat. The dog crossed one
leg over my back, so that we were butt to butt, and waited.
After about five minutes the dog and I separated. He moved a few feet
away and began to lick his penis. I knew what I wanted to do. I crawled
over to the dog and gently began to suck the dog's penis. I managed to
get some more sperm out of his cock. It tasted similar to human sperm
but was thinner. Once the dog was clean I lapped up the trail of sperm
that had leaked out of my asshole. I finished by sticking two fingers in
my anus and collecting what I could to eat. I was about as low and
depraved as a human could get. Here I was, a beautiful woman who could
have just about anything I wanted and I was here at a dingy bar being
gang banged and dogfucked. The strange thing was I couldn't think of
anyplace I would rather be.
After my session with the dog, I looked around for another cock to suck
or fuck. I was content to suck and fuck all night. Unfortunately, the
men had thinned out. I was now alone with my thoughts. Before today, I
was the type of woman who would never be caught in a place like this
doing what I had done. Now, I was simply a sex toy, a nasty slut who
has sex with animals. It occurred to me that I now felt comfortable
with the slut label. I also knew that it was incompatible with my former
status.
Fred and Joe offered to take me back to the motel. The boys dropped me
at the motel and declined my invitation to a private session. It seemed
that they were all fucked out, as well. Alone in the room I thought
about cleaning up in the tub. I decided against it, however. I liked
the feeling of all the dried sweat and cum coating my skin. I curled up
on the bed and began to lick my limbs. I fell asleep with the most
blissful feelings I could remember.
I awoke the next morning to a most offensive smell. I recalled the
activities of the night before with horror. I also recalled the
wonderful feelings that I knew I could never live without. More
exploration was in order. I cleaned up and made it to my bible seminar
just a little late. For the next two weeks I studied the bible during
the day and hit the streets at night. I've now experienced all the
sexual activities Dallas has to offer, from the single's scene to being
the main entertainment for a bachelor party.
I'm going home tomorrow. I've been trying to figure out how to return to
My life as a minister's wife and mother of two and still enjoy my
newfound life as a slut. I guess I will just have to make more trips out
of town. If I get a chance, I'll pass along what happened in Dallas over
the last two weeks. We'll talk soon.
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