"Going once! Going twice! Sold to Allen for twelve hundred dollars!" the
auctioneer shouted. "Congratulations Vicki. You have just set a new record for
this auction. Including the sale of your clothes you have just raised fourteen
hundred and seventy-five dollars for the charities supported by the Glen Creek
Club. "Ladies and gentlemen, that concludes this month's sale. Remember that
next month we will add something new to our sale. In addition to four wives who
will offer their services for auction, we will be making available the services
of one of the husbands. This is a first and we know that many of you women will
want to take advantage of this opportunity. Men, this will be a great chance to
buy something very special for your wife for her birthday or your anniversary.
If there is enough interest we plan to make this a regular part of our monthly
sale. In a few minutes we will have the drawing to see who the gals and guy are
that will be offered for sale next month." The auctioneer's comments appeared to
make Vicki Holman, a redhead, turn an additional shade or two red. Since she was
standing nude at the front of the room the entire audience could see that her
blushing affected her entire body. She had been completely nude since John had
removed her panties about 10 minutes earlier after paying one hundred dollars
for the privilege. Just before that Don had paid seventy-five dollars for the
privilege of removing her bra and Dave had paid fifty to remove her garter belt
and stockings. Earlier Don had also paid fifty dollars to remove her dress.
Besides blushing I could also see that Vicki was getting very turned on. Her
pussy lips had become very swollen. (I know those pussy lips well. I'm Bill
Holman, Vicki's husband.) They would normally have shown easily through the
light red thatch that surrounded them but earlier today we had shaved her. I
told her that I thought that men might pay a few extra bucks for the right to
play with a shaved pussy. Our neighbor Janet had mentioned that no woman had
ever been shaved before for one of these auctions. As Vicki stepped off the
podium Don handed her dress back and she promptly slipped it on. Her other
garments would be kept by the highest bidders. At least she wouldn't arrested
when we went home. As she was buttoning her dress I walked up to her and gave
her a big hug and kiss. "Congratulations, sweetheart. I knew you would be a big
hit. I'm very proud of you and I'll bet I'm almost as turned on right now as you
are." "Oh, Bill, I'm sure glad that's over. I was so nervous. I was sure that no
one would bid on me. That would have been so embarrassing! But you're right. I'm
very turned on right now. Does it show?" "Well, your pussy is more swollen than
usual." "It wouldn't have been so bad if John hadn't felt me up when he took off
my panties. The rat! He should pay extra for that," Vicki said in mocking
disgust. "It's just as well that I don't have any panties to wear. I'm so wet
right now that I'd just soak them anyhow. I will probably get a bad wet spot on
my skirt though." Just then Allen Spencer, the winning bidder, walked up.
"Vicki, I'll call you tomorrow to set up our date if that's OK?" "That's fine
Allen. We'll be home all day," Vicki replied. Our conversation with Allen was
interrupted by the auctioneer. "First of all, ladies and gents, the board and I
are delighted to announce that thanks to Helen Spencer, Bonnie Wilson, Jan
Grimes and Vicki Holman we have raised five thousand one hundred and ten dollars
tonight. Also we want you all to know that Janet Quentin, Holly Barnes, Barb
Dahlquist, Bec Thomas and Henry Johnson will be sold next month." I was pleased
to see Bec's name on the list. I didn't know her well but thought that she was
one of the cutest women in the club. "I'll have to save my pennies so I can win
that bid," I thought to myself. > I guess I should explain what this Glen Creek
Club sale is all about. It got started quite innocently just two years ago when
several of the women in our Glen Creek Subdivision got together and formed a
social club. They had talked about a more typical garden club but many of them
weren't interested in gardening. They found a broader common interest in doing
various kinds of charity work. Taking an idea from a youth group that some of
their kids were in they planned a "slave auction" as their first fund-raiser.
The women made themselves available to the highest bidder to do various
household chores such as closet cleaning, washing windows, baby sitting, etc.
They had set a goal of two thousand dollars for their first sale figuring that
with thirty women they would need to get an average of just over sixty-five
dollars each for their services. Unfortunately due to some absences and poor
publicity they had only raised fifteen hundred dollars when the sale was over.
The auctioneer mentioned the short-fall and suggested that if any of the buyers
wanted their slaves to do extra things for them they could work it out between
them and pay something extra for it. Dale Eagan, a widower living in Glen Creek,
had taken advantage of the sale to buy the services of Bonnie Wilson to do a
good housecleaning. Everyone thinks that Dale bought Bonnie knowing of her
reputation as a flirt and a bit of a showoff. There had been many times when
Bonnie appeared around the neighborhood in outfits that displayed more of
Bonnie's robust body than they concealed. The day that Bonnie was to do her work
was particularly warm so Bonnie dressed in a halter top and rather short shorts.
No one knows for sure how things got out of hand but Bonnie's story is that
after Dale had watched her work for a while he offered to help make up the
club's shortfall if she would do her work topless. Bonnie went along with this
request and later agreed to work completely nude when he offered another
hundred. Bonnie's nudity caused them both to lose any remaining control and
before the day was over Bonnie gave Dale a blowjob and then let him fuck her in
return for his paying the entire difference. Dale was so satisfied that he even
paid a hundred extra. He also readily agreed to keep the entire matter a secret.
Bonnie was very pleased with her fund-raising prowess and even bragged about it
to her husband Jerry when she got home. Bonnie hadn't thought about how she
might explain this windfall and when Jerry pressed her for an answer she
confessed. This could have led to a major problem for them but the speculation
was that Jerry had a guilty conscience because he had been banging his cute new
secretary. Anyhow the issue soon blew over in the Wilson household. Bonnie had
also not thought of how she would explain to her club mates how she got this
extra money from Dale. Finally she decided to fess up to Janet Quentin who was
her next door neighbor. There had been rumors in the neighborhood for years that
Janet liked to give special tips to the newspaper boy, the pizza delivery man,
the mail man and any other male who happened to come to the Quentin's door.
Janet received the news with great interest and soon had passed it along to the
club officers. They thought about it for awhile and then called a special
meeting. "Ladies, I have some interesting news," Denise Longwood, the club
president began. "First of all I am happy to report that we have reached and
even exceeded our goal." After a buzz of excitement about that and some
questions of how this had happened, Denise continued, "and I must also tell you
that as we've all heard before, sex sells." A hush fell over the room. "What do
you mean by that?" Sue Johnson asked. "Surely no one did anything like that!"
"I'm afraid they did," Janet butted in. "Bonnie would you tell everyone what
happened." Bonnie had not come prepared to have the juicy details of her romp
with Dale discussed in such a public way but now she had no choice. "Well, Dale
Eagan paid me extra to do certain special things for him," she finally said
after stumbling about trying to figure out how to tell her story. "Oh thank
god," Sue muttered. "I was afraid it involved Henry." Henry, her husband, had
purchased the services of Janet. She was already suspicious about the two of
them and this news had only increased her concern. "No, Sue. It wasn't
Henry...but not because he didn't try. He made a pass at me but I wouldn't think
of doing something like that," Janet replied self-righteously. "Well," Sue
retorted, "Joe made a pass at me too but I didn't take him seriously." She was
referring to Denise's husband. A very frank discussion ensued and everyone soon
realized that most of them had received suggestions about "other services" that
their buyers wanted. Some of them such as Jerry, Bonnie's husband, had been
pretty direct about it but none of the other women admitted to having acted on
the requests. On the other hand none of them seemed to have been particularly
distressed about having been asked. "Ladies, the only conclusion that I can come
to is what I said before. Sex sells," president Denise repeated. "I want to
thank Bonnie for having broken the ice on this matter. I think it's pretty clear
how we can really make some money." After an hour of sometimes heated
discussion, the club agreed to change the nature of the "slave sale." Another
sale was scheduled three months later and it was announced that there were no
limits as to what services the buyer could request. It was never publicly
acknowledged that this might include sex but everyone knew. Ten of the original
women left the club because of this change or because they moved away. However,
fifteen others (including Vicki and me) have joined. Four of those that left
have since returned. I guess that they must have had problems they had to work
out at home before they dared to try something this unconventional. The first
two sales that followed were highly successful compared to the first. More than
ten thousand dollars were raised for charity and there were no bad reactions
from any of the buyers or the women. An unwritten code developed which said that
at the club meetings no one discussed what went on when the women spent the day
with their buyers. At the second sale the number of women available for sale and
the number of buyers had grown so much that the sale ran a lot longer than
planned. By the time the last five women were paraded up for sale the number of
buyers had begun to dwindle. That's when it was decided to hold more frequent
sales with only four women sold each month. It was also decided that more money
could be made if each woman's apparel was sold first and then the woman's
services were sold when she was nude. Since the key to higher sales prices was
more buyers Jennifer and Jack Doyle volunteered to help find more single men (or
men who would come without their spouses). They so far had found six of them. We
didn't know initially but found out just this week that their success was based
on their long-standing practice of finding other men for Jennifer to fuck. These
six were men who Jennifer knew intimately and who she felt would be good
auxiliary members of our club. Vicki and I moved into Glen Creek about four
months ago and last month we joined the club. Janet and Denise had stopped by
one day and told Vicki all about the club. Vicki was appalled. She and I
discussed it a few times. At first the discussions ended in angry shouting
matches but then somehow the idea grew on us. From the beginning I was excited
about the thought of seeing some of the other women in the buff and perhaps even
fucking some of them. I didn't give a lot of thought to the reality of Vicki
fucking other men. After her initial protests Vicki acknowledged that she found
the idea of going to bed with some of the men in the club exciting as well. As
we talked I found myself becoming turned on by the idea of Vicki being seen by a
roomful of men and then having sex with one of them. This was quite a surprise
to me. I tried once to tell Vicki how I was feeling but she thought I was nuts.
Finally we agreed to accept Janet suggestion that we come to the next meeting
just as observer guests. At that meeting Vicki was overwhelmed by the
encouragement she got from the other women and her ego was boosted by the number
of men who said they sure hoped that we would join because they wanted to bid on
her. These latter comments only increased the turn-on for me. I also loved
watching as Molly Jackson, Sandy Ireland, Chris Lorenzo and Jennifer Doyle were
disrobed by various bidders and then paraded nude in front of us as their
personal services were sold. I won the right to remove and keep Jennifer's bra
for a surprisingly low bid of thirty dollars. I learned later that Jennifer was
the neighborhood showoff and most men there had already seen her nude on more
than one occasion. Vicki hesitantly agreed to join that night and her name was
put in the box along with all the others that hadn't been sold during this
rotation. Four names were drawn from this box for the next sale and as luck
would have it Vicki's was one of the four. My heart leapt as I heard her name
called. > I couldn't wait to get Vicki home. We were both very turned on by the
sale and this resulted in a great night of hotter sex than usual. Instead of my
choice of a blowjob or a good fuck I got both. Vicki even seemed enthusiastic
about swallowing my cum. Usually she didn't like that unless she'd had a lot to
drink. She must have considered this as a rehearsal for her night with Allen
because after it was over she asked "Do you think I can satisfy Allen? Will he
think he got his money's worth?" "Vicki, he'll know he got a bargain when you're
finished with him," I assured her. "Are you nervous about it?" I asked. "Yes,
very!" was her reply. "You know I've never had to worry about that before. I
guess I sort of take you for granted but he's just going to judge me only on how
I do in bed." "Well, we can practice some more," I teased her. "I am willing to
take the day off tomorrow if you want me to." "Don't be that way. I'm serious.
This guy paid over one thousand dollars for a day with me. That's as much as the
best call girls get I'll bet. That means I'd better be good." "Vicki, are you
looking forward to your date with Allen? Are you looking forward to taking his
cock in your mouth and then feeling it slip into your hot tight pussy? You have
a big advantage over any call girl. You will be enjoying the sucking and the
fucking. They're only in it for the money and they just act like they enjoy it."
"Yes, I'm looking forward to it. It'll be the first time I've seen, felt, tasted
or fucked a different cock since we got married. That should be fun. I wonder
what his is like. They are all different you know." "If you say so dear. I'm not
an expert on cocks. I just don't find them very interesting although I must
admit that the idea of watching as a big hard one slips into your pussy and
begins fucking you is very exciting." Allen called the next day as he had
promised. His date with Vicki was set for the following Friday. He would pick
her up around 6:00 pm and would return her Saturday at around 3:00. The terms of
the Glen Creek sale were that the buyer had the services of the slave for up to
24 hours. Often the women just spent the night and returned the next morning. In
this case Allen's wife, Helen, had also been sold and she was going to spend
that same time period with her buyer. The Spencer's had arranged for their
children to spend the weekend with grandma and grandpa. It sounded like the
whole family was going to have a good time. Vicki seemed overwhelmed when she
realized the amount of time that she would be spending with the first man to
have sex with her since we were married. "Whatever will he want me to do for so
long?" she wondered. "Maybe he wants you to wash windows," I joked. "After all
nothing says it has to be all sex..or even sex at all." "Guess you're right,"
she acknowledged. "But will you mind that I'm gone for so long?" "I'll find it
hard, pardon the pun, to wait so long, but I'll get by. Just be ready for a
thorough debriefing, pardon another one, when you return. I'll want to know
every hot juicy detail and fill your pussy with one more load of cum." "Is that
a threat or a promise?" she countered. A week has never gone by so slowly. We
were both like little kids waiting for summer vacation. Every day seemed to take
forever. Vicki suffered some misgivings during this time as well. On Tuesday she
met me at the door when I returned from work and announced "I'm not going to do
it. I just can't do something like this. Married women don't act this way." We
talked it through and she finally acknowledged that her feelings of guilt had
temporarily overcome her desire and anticipation of being intimate with a new
cock. We ended the conversation and the day with a great bout of sucking and
fucking. It was obvious that she was really turned on by the idea. Thursday
Vicki and Allen talked again to reconfirm the date. Allen asked her to wear a
sexy dress similar to the one that she wore the night of the auction. He also
requested similar sexy lingerie. "I love garters and hose and you looked great
in them," he said. She was also to bring a casual but sexy outfit for Saturday.
He added "I doubt that we'll spend much time dressed on Saturday but you'll need
something to wear home." I helped Vicki get ready Friday afternoon. We were both
a basket case of nerves. She wore a sexy black cocktail dress which was rather
sheer and meant to be worn over a slip. She didn't wear a slip but did wear a
sexy matching set of bra, garters and panties made of sheer black lace. I had
bought the lingerie just for the occasion. In daylight or a well-lit room one
could easily see her lingerie through her dress. She looked stunning and very
provocative. Her hair dresser had swirled her long red hair up on top of her
head. "You look too good to spend the night with another guy. I'm not going to
let you go," I said half seriously. "See what you've done to me," I added as I
pulled my very hard cock out of my pants. "I think I can fix that," she replied
sympathetically. Then she sat me down on the bed and gave me the best blowjob
I've ever had. It didn't take long for me to come. I soon shot a big hot load
down her throat. She swallowed it carefully to avoid dripping any on her dress.
"There you go, tiger," she said after she'd wiped her lips with a Kleenex.
"That'll have to hold you until tomorrow afternoon. "I wonder how many more
loads I'll have in me when I return." "Well, just remember not to clean up. I
want to clean you up with my tongue as soon as you get in the door. Then I'm
going to finish your day as a slave with one more load of cum in your hot
dripping pussy." My heart was in my throat when Allen picked her up. He gave a
loud whistle of approval and said something which I found rather odd at the
time. "You're going to be a big hit, Vicki. A very big hit!" "A hit with who?" I
wondered as they drove away. "What has Allen got planned for my wife?" I tried
to keep busy that night and finally went to bed at about 1:30 Saturday morning.
I didn't sleep well. Visions of Vicki getting fucked by Allen kept running
through my mind. I finally got up at 7:00 and in a week of long days I began the
longest as I waited for Vicki to come home and tell me about her night and day
with Allen. She arrived home a few minutes early. I met them in the driveway and
opened the door for her. She was wearing the white blouse and denim skirt that
she had picked out per Allen's instructions. She kissed Allen goodbye. "It was
quite an experience," she said to him. Then she turned to get out. As she did
she opened her thighs and gave me a good view of her bare pussy. I could see cum
dripping from it. Her skirt had a large wet spot. "I didn't bother to put on
panties. They would have just taken them off anyway," she said. She got out and
after giving me a kiss said "I love you." I told her "I love you too but what is
this 'they' bit?" "I had a bit of a surprise last night," she began as we walked
into the house. "And I was an exceptionally naughty wife. When we got to their
house Helen was still there supposedly waiting for her "date" to pick her up.
She was dressed in a sexy white cocktail dress. Her date, Herb Wagner, had been
delayed and would be coming by around 7:00. Allen offered me a drink which I
finished rather quickly and then I had another. At 7:00 the doorbell rang and
there were four men at the door including Herb. When I saw them all coming into
the house I asked what was going on. Allen then took me into the kitchen.
'Vicki, when I made our date for tonight I had forgotten that this was our poker
night,' Allen began his explanation. 'Herb, Jim, Ben, Hal and I get together one
night a month and this is the night. This month they were scheduled to be at our
house. I talked to Helen about it and she suggested that perhaps you and she
could act as hostesses for the guys while we played poker. Then when that's over
she'll go home with Herb and you and I will have the house to ourselves. I hope
that's OK with you.' 'Gee, Allen,' I said to him. 'I'm not really dressed to be
seen by a group of strange men. I mean you can see right through this dress.
Besides won't they wonder what I'm doing here. Do they know about our
'arrangement'?' 'Don't worry, Vicki,' he said. 'They're all cool. No one will
say anything and I'm sure that they will all be delighted with your outfit. Ben
and Jim have come to the sale a couple of times and know why you're here. Hal
won't say anything.' "Well, sweetheart," Vicki said to me, "Allen calmed me down
and I decided to make the best of it. After all I have to admit the guys were
all pretty good looking and as I thought about it I began to get turned on by
the idea of them seeing as much of me as they could. Besides all they could
really see was my underwear. "I went with Allen into the den where the men had
gathered and was introduced to them. Helen already knew them all. I got goose
bumps as I went from man to man and shook their hands. They each looked me up
and down very closely and every one of them said, 'Nice dress, Vicki. Very nice
dress.' "Helen and I then went into the kitchen to compare notes about getting
the men some refreshments. She'd noticed that I wasn't wearing a slip and
quickly picked up on the effect that had on the guys. 'If you'll excuse me for a
minute, Vicki, I think I'll go take my slip off so you aren't so conspicuous
being without one.' She then went upstairs and was back down in just a couple of
minutes. I was astonished when I saw her. She was wearing a white dress that was
pretty sheer..like my black one. However, she didn't appear to have a stitch on
under it. I could see her nipples and her beaver almost as plain as day.
"'Helen,' I said to her. 'However do you dare to go out there like that?' "'Why
Vicki, do you think this is too outrageous?' she asked. 'Let's ask the guys and
see what they think. If they object I'll put something else on.' Bill, I
couldn't believe my ears. This woman was going to wander around this room full
of men almost naked. If they didn't get the message that she wanted to be fucked
by all of them they must be dead or at least blind...and none of them appeared
to be either." "My word, Vicki, what happened then." I couldn't wait to hear
more. This was getting more and more interesting. "What did you do then?" "I
went with her into the den and she loudly asked 'Guys, do you all think my
outfit is appropriate for the occasion?' The whole lot of them cheered. 'Will
you all promise to be good if I stay dressed like this then?' she went on. There
was a chorus of 'Why of course, Helen.' 'Sure, Helen.' 'Absolutely. We'll all be
gentlemen.' 'Helen, we'll be better than good. We'll be outstanding.' "As the
tumult quieted down Allen asked us to bring out a round of beers and some
pretzels for everyone. I was glad for the moment to leave the room. Things were
getting very confusing. This is not what I had come prepared to do. I knew,
though, that I was getting very turned on by the idea of so many men seeing me
like this. I wondered what might happen. It certainly seemed that Helen was
planning to serve the guys more than beer and snacks." "Then what?" I prompted
her. "The first time we took them their drinks everything was fine. They looked
us over pretty thoroughly but no one said anything and they all kept their hands
to themselves. The second time I went in alone and Ben asked my why I had on
underwear and Helen didn't. 'What are you trying to hide from us, Vicki?' he
asked. 'Yes, Vicki, that doesn't seem fair to us,' Jim responded. I blushed and
said 'Well there's nothing much for you to see. Don't you like my underwear? I
think it's very sexy.' 'Oh, from what we can see of it we agree,' Ben said.
'Maybe if you took off your dress we could be more sure about that though.'
'I'll think about it,' I said and I ran from the room. I didn't know what to do.
I told Helen what had happened and she just laughed and said 'Oh those guys are
getting a little frisky. Don't be too upset about it. I think it's fun to know
that men are looking at me and that they like what they see. Just play along
with them and enjoy yourself.' 'OK, Helen, you're right,' I said. 'It is fun in
a strange way. Let me think about it though.' I fixed myself a strong drink and
went upstairs to take a pee and to think things over. I decided that I would
rather remove my bra and panties and keep my dress on. Somehow I felt less
vulnerable that way even though the guys could probably see more. When I looked
at myself in Helen's mirror I knew they could easily see my nipples. They
couldn't see anything more because I was shaved. When I had finished my drink I
made a big deal of parading back through the den. 'OK boys, are you satisfied?'
I taunted as I circled their table. 'Yeah, Vicki, that's more like it,' Hal
confirmed. All Ben could say was 'Nice tits, Vicki.' I felt my face get flushed
and my pussy get wet at that comment. The realization as to how far this might
go began to sink in and I was surprised at how excited that thought made me." By
this time Vicki and I had made our way upstairs and were sitting on our bed. "Do
you think this was all planned this way?" I asked. "Oh course it was," Vicki
replied, "but I'll get to that later." "Great. I love it!" I said. "But your
story so far has gotten me as hard as a rock. I want to eat your cum filled
pussy and then I'm going to add one more load to it." With that I pushed her
back on the bed, flipped her skirt up above her waist and knelt in front of her.
As I opened her knees I began to run my tongue up the inside of her thighs and
licked up the streams of cum that had run down from her cunt. She had been
filled to over-flowing. I reached her cunt with my tongue and ran it up and down
the length of her slit. It was full of cum. Then I forced my tongue deep into
her. The taste of salty cum mixed with the wonderful pungent taste of Vicki's
pussy was even greater than I had imagined. It nearly made me cum. I sucked and
licked her pussy for couple of minutes and then said "How many loads are in here
anyhow? It seems like there's a gallon." "I lost count," Vicki replied. "Each of
the guys had me at least twice and some of them did me three or four times. I
would guess that they must have left over a dozen loads in there and I swallowed
one from each of them too." That comment put me close to the edge. If I
continued eating her anymore and she told me anymore about it I would cum for
sure. I quickly moved up over her and plunged my hard cock into her dripping
cunt. "Please be gentle," she asked. "I am getting pretty sore down there." "I
can sure understand that, babe," I replied. "I'll be gentle and I won't take
long either." It probably didn't take me more than thirty seconds to cum even in
her sloppy well-used cunt. I soon added a huge hot load of my cum to those of
the five other men who had fucked my wife last night. Then since we each had
gone without much sleep last night we both collapsed into a deep sleep. I woke
up first a couple of hours later and immediately renewed my efforts to clean her
up with my tongue. It didn't take much of that to wake her up. When she was wide
awake I asked her to finish telling me about what had happened. "Where did I
leave off last night?" she asked. "You had just taken off your underwear and
paraded around the room in just your dress," I reminded her. "Oh, yes. The next
time I went back into the den Ben said 'Vicki, I was wondering why we can't see
your beaver like we can see Helen's. Allen and Herb say it's because you're
shaved. Is that true?' I turned a hundred shades of red. I also felt my pussy
getting even wetter that before. I decided that the line had now been crossed
and that there was no reason to fight it. I was going to get fucked by these
guys and I was actually looking forward to it. I walked over and stood so that
my pussy was just inches from Ben's face. I slowly lifted my skirt until I could
see his eyes nearly pop out of his head. 'There, Ben, does that answer your
question?' 'Yes, guys, its shaved..and it looks hot and ready,' was Ben's reply.
Allen realized that it was time to forget the pretense of poker and to get ready
to poke us. 'Ladies,' he ordered, 'it's time for another round of beers served
with two tacos.' Not being familiar with the term it took me a few seconds to
realize what he meant but within a minute Helen and I had brought in a fresh
beer for each of them. I then sat up on the game table in front of Allen, pulled
up my skirt and spread my thighs. 'There's the taco that you paid for, master,'
I said. I could feel my heart racing as I realized that five men were about to
become intimately familiar with my most private place. Allen wasted no time in
leaning forward and beginning to eat me. Helen crawled up beside me and offered
Herb her taco. It was wonderful. As Herb and Allen ate the pussies that I
thought they had each paid handsomely for the truth came out. Jim said 'Save
some for the rest of us guys. Remember we helped pay for them.' It turned out
that the five guys had pooled their money so that Herb and Allen could buy us at
the auction. Helen had known about it because she and Allen had fantasized about
arranging a gang-bang for her as a birthday present. This was the perfect
opportunity for that to happen. Then at the auction last month Allen and Herb
had decided to buy me as well so they could be the first men in the club to fuck
me. That's how they came up with such an extraordinary sum." "Wow! Those
scheming devils!" I said. "That's a great idea. I wish I'd thought of it. Maybe
I can try it sometime with some of the other guys... but aren't there rules as
to how many men can fuck a slave?" "Not yet," Vicki replied. "This has happened
on two or three occasions that have been talked about, and no one seems to mind.
All of the women involved have liked it as a matter of fact. It fulfilled
fantasies for them." "Go on with your story. Then what happened?" I told her.
"The poker game turned into an orgy. When Jim made his comment about having
helped pay for me, I beckoned him over to the where I could reach him and
unzipped his pants. I pulled out his cock (which wasn't easy because it was
pretty big and very hard) and then I proceeded to blow him. Helen did the same
for Ben. This left Hal out so I reached over and began to stroke him. He had
already taken his tool out for me. Then Hal pushed Allen aside and became the
first one of the group to fuck me. You can't believe the feeling when that first
strange cock slipped into me. It felt so forbidden but it felt so good. I wished
then that you could have been there to see it happen. I would have loved to be
sucking you when each of them took their turn entering me." "Oh, Vicki, I would
have loved that too. Sometime we'll make that happen, I promise." I could not
believe how erotic this experience was. Just a few weeks ago neither of us had
given any thought to such unconventional behavior. Now instead of a night of sex
with one guy I find out that my wife had been gang-banged...and we both loved
it. "How long did this all go on?" I asked. "The men had planned to make a night
of it. Hal had to leave this morning after breakfast. He fed me his 'sausage'
before he left. The others stayed until Allen brought me home. They each gave me
one last goodbye fuck and then Helen was supposed to get one from them too after
I left. I hope they had enough left for her but I kind of doubt it." "Well, now
I know what Allen meant last night when he said that you would be a big hit. I
take it that the guys liked your shaved pussy." "Oh, very much," Vicki replied.
"None of them had ever fucked or eaten a shaved one before. They were all
particularly anxious to see what it was like to eat one and I was happy to
oblige them. I got to find out what it's like to be eaten by a man with a beard
too because Jim has one." "How'd that feel? Was it scratchy?" I asked. "Only for
a second," she replied. "Then my juices and the cum must have softened it
because it just felt a little ticklish sometimes. It really felt good when he
rubbed it against my clit. In fact he made me cum once that way." "How many
times did you cum?" "I really don't know. A lot..an awful lot." "I know that I
have to cum one more time. Are you up to it," I asked. "For you, of course. I'm
a good wife," she answered with a giggle, "but would you settle for a blowjob?
My pussy is really pretty sore right now." I can never turn down a good blowjob
so I readily agreed. I got a super-deluxe version. Then we ordered a pizza and
went to sleep early. This had been quite a remarkable weekend.
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