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Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2000 19:10:12 -0400
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Young Wife's Dilemma - III (m/f, i/r, n/c)
by
Black Demon
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Standard Disclaimer!
This is a fictional story intended for Adults only!
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Tracey Peters enjoyed aerobics very much as it gave her a sense of
fulfillment and kept her physically fit. Aerobics was a passion to
her. This was her second trip away for a big aerobics convention, away
from her loving husband, which she was reluctant to do. But her
husband, Don, knew she loved to take in all the aerobic seminars and new
programs available. And her husband insisted that she get out and go as
it'd do her good to be away for a few days.
On her first day, she met a group of women in a class and they
really hit it off. And they were all located in the same hotel as her.
Before the class session was over, they had all agreed to meet for
dinner at the restaurant across the street.
Being a teaching assistant at an elementary school, Tracey was glad
to be away from young children for awhile and to communicate with other
women with the same interests. At the age of 35, Tracey maintained her
beautiful 5'2" 115 lb. figure and kept her blonde hair to shoulder
length. She had been married to Don for eight years and they had two
wonderful children. She loved her husband very much and they trusted
each other explicitly. Tracey had no intention of ever cheating on her
husband and was very shy when conversing with other men.
She had a great time at dinner with the women she had met that
day. But when one gal suggested they head over to the nearby bar that
had dancing, Tracey was reluctant to join the group. As all the women
were going, Tracey didn't want to be a prude and agreed to accompany
them but told them she would merely join them for a drink.
Sitting at a large table, the women in the group were always being
asked to dance and constantly hit upon, which was to be expected in such
a place. But Tracey did not feel comfortable in dancing with anyone
other than her husband. Thus, she was often sitting at the table alone,
turning down many dance offers.
But she also didn't like being left alone in a this strange place,
with strange men approaching her to dance and being rejected by her.
Then, one of the women invited a guy, she had been dancing with, over to
their table. Then his friends stopped over and joined them. She
shivered in apprehension as a large muscular black man sat next to her
and began to talk to her. She had met many blacks over the years and
had some black friends, but never had she met a man with such dark
features.
Though uncomfortable, Tracey did not want to be rude and chatted
with the stranger. Fortunately, he did not pressure her to dance after
she told him she just did not feel comfortable dancing with anyone other
than her husband. She would definitely feel uncomfortable dancing with
a stranger, more so one so dark as this fellow. She wished he would
leave the table and ask another woman to dance. She encouraged him to
do so, but he remained seated and chatted with her.
To discourage this stranger, not wanting to give him any ideas, she
brought up her husband whenever she could. When the others were up on
the dance floor, leaving Tracey alone with the black man, the stranger
ordered another drink for her and himself. Tracey tried to decline
saying she had enough but he insisted and she didn't want to offend
him. The stranger told the hostess to tell Joe, the bartender, to get
whatever Tracey was having had that `Terrell' was having his regular.
The hostess brought the new drinks and Tracey thanked the man for
the drink. Though she did not want to drink too much, this man made her
nervous and she took a large gulp of the new vodka tonic to calm her
nerves. Had this man gone to the bar and gotten the drinks, Tracey
would not have touched it, having heard so much on how that new date
rape drug was slipped into drinks. But, as this was brought to her by
the cocktail hostess, it was safe to consume.
What innocent Tracey didn't know was that this stranger was a
regular to this establishment and his ordering of the drinks was a
signal to the bartender. Joe, the bartender, automatically knew what
Terrell was having but it was as signal for the `roofie' he was to slip
into the drink for the unsuspecting woman. It was an easy fifty bucks
for slipping it into the drink and the woman would never suspect it was
done at the bar.
Several times the table was filled again by her women friends and
the men dancing with them. They kept encouraging Tracey to dance but
she told them to go ahead and enjoy themselves. Tracey kept telling
Terrell to dance with the other women, trying desperately to get him
away from her. Nervously, Tracey sipped at the drink quicker than she
normally would.
Wanting to get away from this black man, Tracey excused herself to
go to the ladies room. But as she stood, the room began spinning out of
control. Lucky that Terrell was so close for his two large black hands
quickly steadied her by the waist. "Ohhhh, I ....ohhh, the room issss
spinningggg ....." Tracey moaned. Holding on to her, Terrell yelled over
to a buddy dancing with one of the women Tracey had dinner with "Hey,
Joe, Tracey's not feeling well. I'll just walk her back to the hotel to
see that she gets there safely." The fellow gave a wave and now it was
all set up for Terrell, with Tracey's friend knowing that Tracey had
left.
He grabbed Tracey's purse and draped it on her shoulder, then held
her close to his side with an arm around her waist. Terrell then walked
the drugged young wife to the front door. Passing the bar, he smiled at
the bartender and was about to slip him a folded $50 bill. But, Joe the
65 year old overweight bartender waved him off with "Just call me later,
Terrell!" Terrell smiled and nodded at the old man, who was a part
owner of this club. Dazed and wobbly on her feet, Tracey was basically
unaware of what was transpiring. Otherwise, she surely would not let a
strange man escort her back to her hotel, much less a black man.
Terrell smiled at his prize. Some white boy's prized possession had
now fallen into the devious hands of Terrell Thompson. This was
Terrell's ultimate goal of going to the bar, spiking the drink of some
beautiful white gal and assisting her back to her room. This lovely
woman had caught his attention from the time she arrived with the group
of women. He had observed her sitting at the table and refusing offers
to dance. Seeing the sparkle of her diamond ring, it was obvious that
she was uncomfortable being here and that she came only to accompany the
women in the group. This had Terrell's cock twitching, wanting to get
into the sweet panties of this obviously faithful white wife.
In the short distance to walk to the hotel, Terrell had his hand
holding the lovely woman steady, letting his hand move up to allow his
thumb to caress the underside of her breast. Then Tracey gave a soft
moan as her nipple was being flicked through her dress and thin bra.
Terrell smiled as he felt the nipple stiffening from his forbidden
touch.
Terrell had managed to get the room number from the dazed young
wife. By the time they got off the elevator, Tracey was all but out of
it. The `roofie' had done its job perfectly. Opening Tracey's purse,
Terrell obtained the room key to allow them to enter the privacy of the
lovely wife's room. In a moment, Terrell stood smiling at the
unconscious young wife, as she lay in the middle of her bed.
Then to start disrobing the lovely young wife of her dress. First
her white heels were removed followed by her sheer white nylons. Then
Terrell slowly removed the light blue dress, leaving the beauty in only
her lacy white bra and panties. Peeling the thin straps off the milk-
white shoulders, Terrell pulled the lacy bra down to reveal the pink
capped ivory breasts. Freeing her firm white breasts from the confines
of her lacy bra, unclipping her bra, his attention went to her lacy
white panties. The young wife's last protecting garment was slowly
drawn them down over her slim hips and down her trim white legs. Now
the lovely white flawless body lay open of Mrs. Tracey Peters lay on the
mattress in its splendor, free of all clothing, in a manner which no man
but her husband had observed before.
Quickly stripping off his clothing, Terrell eagerly went to the bed
where the drugged young wife lay. Spreading the beautiful white legs
apart, he began to lick his way up to the precious jewel, hidden in the
soft golden fleece between her trim thighs. Reaching his goal, Terrell
buried his face into the soft fleece and rubbing his face into the white
boy's treasure. His thick wet tongue darted out into the slick groove,
in search of the precious jewel. His tongue found the sensitive little
clit and began to lick at it playfully, causing the young wife to hunch
up in an uncontrolled response. Eagerly, he ate all the sweet honey
this innocent beauty had to offer.
Kneeling up, Terrell stroked his 12" cock, now throbbing and pulsing
like a slithering black snake. Rubbing his thick cockhead in her moist
slit, Terrell couldn't hold back any longer. He then gave a mighty
thrust forward, burying half of his cock into her tight gripping cunt,
causing Tracey to groan at the painful entry. Rearing back till only
his cockhead was captured, he slammed forward again with all his might,
burying his cock further into the tight confines of the groaning blonde
beauty. But still, several inches remained. Again he reared back and
slammed forward again, now burying his entire black snake, deep into the
beauty's fertile womb.
Then Terrell began to fuck furiously between the trim ivory-white
thighs. Grabbing her by her trim white ankles, he lifted her long white
legs up to point towards the ceiling and allowing him even greater
access to her womanly depths. Buried in her to the hilt of his lengthy
12", Terrell wondered if she ever had a cock this deep before. Surely
not from her puny husband, not how tight this little prim and proper
bitch was. Thus, it was quite unlikely any cock had explored this
deeply. Boy, was she tight! In the earlier conversation with the
beauty, he had learned that she had two children but the way her tight
pussy gripped him, he was surprised she had any children.
Not often having the opportunity of getting his hands on such an
innocent na ve beauty, Terrell hammered away, determined to plant his
seed in hopes of fertilizing her womb. He looked down at her soft white
belly slightly puffed from the massive prick in her tight cunt.
Terrell's cock was withdrawn slowly time after time, till only the tip
of his thick cockhead remained, then slammed forward with out mercy.
Suddenly his muscular black body quivered, his snake-like cock twitched
and exploded a gooey load deep into her belly. He had seeded her well,
his cum overflowing from her snug hole.
Finally, Terrell lifted his sweaty black body off the petite white
body, withdrawing his shrinking black cock with a slight pop from the
snug hole. He gazed down at the beautiful white wife, her golden fleece
matted with his gooey paste, her raw slit oozing out his slime. `God',
he sure hoped he knocked-up this pretty little thing! Give her and her
punk husband another little one to feed.
Going to the phone, he dialed the number to the bar "Hey, Joe! Boy,
this sweet chick got some bod. Tighter than hell. Hurry up, man, Room
316. Yeah, guy, I saved her sweet white ass just for you. Bring your
video camera with you."
Minutes later, old man Joe entered the room. Smiling at the sight
before him, Joe grinned at Terrell "God, what a beauty. I saw her in
the bar with the other women. Man, she looks so na ve and innocent.
Couldn't believe my luck when I saw you sit next to her. Bet her sweet
little ass is cherry!"
Turning on the video camera, Terrell started it rolling as the fat
old bartender began shucking off his clothes. Joe was so old and ugly
that none of the decent women would pay attention to him. And here was
a sweet little beauty all for his plucking. This was going to be a heck
of a film with this fat old guy mounting this beautiful little bitch.
He knew that old Joe just loved to sock it to a tight little ass.
Joe climbed onto the bed and turned the drugged beauty over, then
lifted her up at the hips. Shuffling forward, wanking his old tool, he
placed it right at the entrance to her tight little ass. Grasping the
slim hips firmly, Joe plowed ahead. Loud muffled groans came from the
agonized beauty. It took Joe five lunges to fit his old but still
mighty cock into the tight virgin asshole. Then Joe began to fuck in
and out, feeling as if his cock was being shredded by the tight ass, as
he yelled to Terrell "Oh, God, this sweet ass is so fucking tight! Ah,
it's gotta be cherry!" Just like a horny dog humping a bitch. Tracey's
virgin ass was suddenly flooded and flushed out with a hot creamy enema.
For the next three hours, poor Tracey was used over and over again
till both men were exhausted. Each man took turns on her petite little
body, while the other manned the camcorder. Terrell especially enjoyed
forcing his thick knob into her lovely mouth to leave her with a taste
of his nigger cum, pulling out after the first gush to spray streams
into Tracey's beautiful face and hair. One episode recorded on video
was the long black cock fucking between the soft white titties, erupting
like a volcano as it shot up to her lovely neck then gush after gush of
the hot lava covered the the soft pink capped breasts.
Joe lifted her dainty feet and rubbed his grubby old face in her
soft soles, then wrapped her lovely feet around his droopy old cock.
Pumping her tender soles, old man Joe unloaded his creamy load onto her
lovely feet. Old Joe and Terrell finally left, with Tracey's lovely
body covered from head to foot with streaks and globs of white cum.
The next morning, Tracey was horrified to discover the condition she
was in. She only remembered the dinner, then going with the girls to
the place with dancing, then ........that stranger sitting next to her, that
black stranger. Trying to get out of bed, she hurt so badly between her
legs. She had been stretched as never before. And the pain in her ass
made her shudder. Stumbling to the bathroom, she gasped when she saw
her reflection. She looked like a whore covered in dried white spunk.
Getting to the aerobics seminar late, her friends of the night
before inquired as to how she felt. "Hope that black guy, Terrell, saw
you back safely and didn't make a move on you! Or, did he?" one of the
girls giggled. Tracey could only blush, ashamed to answer. She now
knew for certain who had taken advantage of her, that she had indeed
been `ruined' by a nigger.
At the end of the day, Tracey and about a dozen other advanced
aerobic enthusiasts were invited to attend a small class that would
later be helpful to them in conducting classes on their own. The woman
conducting the class was well respected in the field and those chosen
felt honored to be asked.
With the basic movements completed quickly, new movements and
activities were being introduced rapidly due to the time constraints.
The instructor advised that two assistants, would be coming in shortly
and assisting them with the new movements. The side door opened and the
instructor introduced the two assistants, two men, one black and one
white. Tracey gasped, for it was the black stranger that had sat next
to her the night before.
As she was in the back of the room, Tracey felt trapped, not knowing
what to do. She swallowed hard as she saw the black figure move along
the side of the room and was approaching her from the back. Continuing
to follow the instructor's movements, Tracey gasped when she felt the
large hands on her waist. She couldn't yell or scream as the large
black hands moved up, a finger caressing a hardening pink nipple that
was peeking out of her aerobics outfit. Then the hands were at her
waist and slipped to her upper thighs. Not expecting such male `help'
at the aerobics class and with the tightness of her outfit, Tracey did
not wear any panties. She groaned as a thick finger quickly brushed
against her quim and delved into her still aching vagina.
With the black hands again on her hips, Tracey shuddered in fear as
she heard the whispers in her ear "Remember me, Mrs. Peters? Aw, baby,
you've got one tight little pussy! Gonna be in your hometown next
month, Mrs. Peters. You gonna let me fuck you right in your own home,
Mrs. Peters, right in the bed you share with your loving husband. Or
hubby will be getting an exciting video of you, showing his precious
wife being `ruined'!"
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