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Download Messenger Now <1st attachment, "FantasyFulfilled.txt" begin> FANTASY FULFILLED (M+F,preg,ws) by Art West (artweststory@SPAMGO.yahoo.co.uk) There I was, "prudent" Pru Stevens, 30 year old mother of a two-and-a-half year old daughter, lying stark naked on a bed in a motel room, my legs held in an obscenely splayed fashion by pairs of pantyhose hooked behind my knees and fastened to a bed post by the cords which also held my hands tied above my head. On a chair to one side, but with an excellent view, sat my husband Mark, with his legs and arms fastened securely to the chair, my panties stuck in his mouth and with his trousers and underpants round his ankles. We both watched as the well built and swarthy young man, sporting an erection much larger than I could ever have imagined was possible, climbed on to the bed between my legs to the accompaniment of cheers from four of his mates. In a moment of panic, I wondered fearfully to myself: "How the hell did I get myself into this position?". But I knew it was my own big mouth and pride that did it, and that it was too late to do anything about it now as that massive and rigid cock slammed into my gaping pussy and penetrated to the mouth of my unprotected and undoubtedly fertile womb. .... But let me go back to the beginning..... Mark was only my second lover (the other having been a holiday romance when I was 19). We moved in together soon after my 24th birthday. Mark was already 36, and my conservative parents were quite horrified. Just over two years later, however, they were mollified when we got married, which we had decided to do as we wished to start a family. To our dismay, after a year of trying I was still not pregnant. A series of medical tests revealed no problem on my side, but that Mark's sperm count was very low so that impregnation was quite unlikely. Nevertheless, we were given advice on maximizing the chances and to our delight, I did conceive about eight months later. I had a glorious and uneventful pregnancy. I felt great; I was told I looked wonderful and radiant. Baby Lucinda arrived on schedule, three months before my 28th birthday, and the natural birth was easier than I had been led to expect. Nine months later, we started trying for a second baby, but by the time of the events described here, with Lucinda already two-and-a-half, we had had no further luck. When Lucinda was around 4 months old, I started working together with Luisa in a small firm of professional conference organizers. We were very much the "gofers" in the organization, doing lots of running around and much overtime when a conference was in progress, but being left quite idle at other times. This gave us plenty of time to gossip and to swap stories. Luisa was about my age, about 30. She had been married at 19, and divorced at 21. She was completely open about her promiscuous lifestyle. She made no attempt to hide the fact that she had slept with all our male colleagues. After each conference, she would fill me in on all the details of which of the delegates she had seduced, of group orgies in hotel rooms in which she had participated, etc. She kept pressuring me to share my "secrets", seemingly incredulous that I could be totally faithful to my husband. "Well at least tell me of some of the fantasies that you and Mark share" she asked one quiet post-conference morning. "You must have some, at least!" At first I resisted, then gave her a few hints, but eventually she drew out of me our favourite fantasy. Mark and I would add little variations each time, but the broad theme was always that of me being gang-raped, while Mark was tied to a chair, his pants round his ankles, and forced to watch while the rapists made disparaging comments about his equipment. Some of the variations included my being pissed on by the men, Mark being forced to lick cum from my pussy, and the events happening at my fertile time of the month so that I became pregnant as a result. Luisa managed over the next month or two to get me to admit most variations (except the pregnancy bit, as I had kept our problems on this front completely secret), and suggested a few of her own which I shared with Mark (without telling him of their source). She kept suggesting that I should participate in a gang-bang some time, and act out the fantasy, but I just laughed this off in an embarrassed manner, insisting that I could never actually do it. Then about a month before the scene described in the opening paragraph, Luisa came in one quiet Monday morning with a big grin and told me: "I've got just the way to make your fantasies come true without any long- term commitment!" I looked mystified, and she continued: "I have a nephew Fidel who owes me. I taught him most of what he knows about sex from the time he was about 13 or 14! He's now 20, and he's a bit wild but not dangerous. He and 4 or 5 of his mates have a bit of a motor cycle gang, and they go around getting into all sorts of mischief." She told me that she had met up with Fidel at a family gathering on the Sunday, and had found out that he and his friends had participated in gang-bang orgies a few times, once even with a woman of 50. "They were looking for another opportunity, and he suggested that I could be their next victim", Luisa went on. "I was tempted, but then I thought about you. I happened to have some photos from that last conference with me, and showed him. And he is VERY willing to help your fantasies come true". "How could you have done that", I gasped, but if truth be known, my pussy was juicing up a little! "In any case, where on earth would we go? I'm not having a gang like that around at our home, and I couldn't do it in the open air!" "I've thought of that too! A cousin of mine runs a hotel down at Vista Beach [a small seaside resort about 40 minutes drive from our town], and she can allocate you a discrete room under an assumed name, no questions asked." "My God!" I exclaimed, "have you been discussing me with all your family!" For most of that morning, Luisa kept pushing me to agree, but in spite of a continually tingling pussy at the thought (and I even twice had to go to the toilet to rub myself to some orgasmic release), there was no way in which I could take this leap. But over the next two weeks, Luisa kept bringing up the idea, and I think that she was fully aware that each time I felt myself slipping closer to agreeing. I worked the fantasies over with Mark almost every night and we had some great sex. Eventually, two weeks later, in an almost disembodied way, I heard myself saying "OK, you win, let's try it just once".... and then wondered: "Did I just say that??" Luisa leapt into action before I could change my mind. We set the date for the Friday two weeks on. This was to be our wedding anniversary. It was easy to get my mother to agree to look after Lucinda for the night, and to get Mark to set the night aside for a "surprise" night away. Luisa's conference organizational skills also came into play! She produced a neatly typed checklist for me to OK, containing all the do's and don't's which she would pass on to Fidel and his mates, as on the night they would be told to ignore any pleas I might make. With rising flutters in my tummy, I checked off 'yes' to the ripping of my clothes, 'no' to anal penetration (but 'yes' to oral and vaginal penetration), and 'yes' to their cumming in and on me. After some hesitation, and with greater flutters, I also checked 'yes' to pissing on me, but not on my face. Being peed on had been a fantasy of mine that I had not even shared with Mark, and certainly not with Luisa. But the item on which I delayed longest was whether they should use rubbers. Luisa had added the note that real rapists would not use rubbers and that she knew Fidel and his mates were free of disease. The one thing I had managed to keep from Luisa was our trying for a baby. But checking the calendar, I realized that the planned Friday night would be right at my most fertile time! As my pussy creamed at the thought, a power outside of me seemed to take control of my hand which checked 'no rubbers'. Over the next two weeks I was many times on the verge of calling the whole idea off, or at least changing the option on rubbers, but somehow I never got round to telling Luisa. So suddenly, it seemed, I found myself in the car with Mark, having dropped off Lucinda, and on our way to X-beach. Mark was obviously excited and chatted non-stop, which was great as I was so nervous that my mouth was too dry to talk. When we arrived at the motel, I went into the office, where our key was in a sealed envelope (and payment had been arranged by Luisa). Our room was at the end of a row, and it turned out that the adjacent room was unused that night. Mark and I went out for dinner, at which I drank far too much in my nervousness, and was quite tipsy and giggly as we returned. As we returned, we passed two young guys standing at a cigarette machine. One of them was distinctly latin-looking and he winked at me with a mischievous grin. This was obviously Fidel, and my nervousness returned. The idea was that I was to get Mark out of the room for a while, and then to send a text message 'GO' to Luisa from my mobile phone. I had not thought how to get Mark out, and I might have still chickened out if he had not suggested driving to a local store to get another bottle of wine. As soon as he had left, my alter ego once again took over, and it was almost like watching someone else from a distance as I sent the message and turned off my phone. Three minutes later there was a knock on my door. As I opened it, five young men barged in, carrying a few six- packs of beer. A couple of them had rolls of thick nylon cord, and a few pairs of pantyhose. Fidel introduced himself. I quickly glanced round the others. There were two other latinish-looking guys (whose names I never did catch), both more swarthy than Fidel, and a tall blonde guy with very Nordic features whom they seemed to call Chris. But with a slight shock I noticed that the fifth guy, whose name I caught to be Joe, was as black as they come -- Luisa had not warned me of this ... would I end up with a black baby?! Fidel grabbed me from behind waving a knife, while the other four placed themselves on either side of the door. A couple of minutes later, Mark tapped on the door and called out "it's me". Fidel gestured to me to unlatch the door. As Mark started to open it, one of the other guys whipped it open, causing Mark to stagger over the threshold. He was easily caught by two of them as he fell in, and someone else slammed the door shut. One of those holding him clapped a hand over Mark's mouth. Initially, I noticed panic in his eyes, but that subsided to some extent as he realized that I looked nervous rather than seriously frightened. But the 'rapists' played their role well. Fidel had two of the others hold on to me. Then he walked across and cut Mark's belt so that his trousers fell to the ground, and then sliced through the elastic of his underpants, so that Mark was now naked from his waist down with his cock on display, but quite shrivelled up, leading to ribald comment. He as then forced to sit down on a chair to which his arms and legs were tied with some of the cord they had brought. Fidel sneered out to his friends: "I'm sure he'd like to see how real men pleasure his wife". I was forced to stand in front of Mark. Fidel grabbed the neckline of my blouse, and with one tug ripped all the buttons off. With his knife, he cut the front of my bra and then the bra straps. The remnants of blouse and bra were pulled off by the two holding me, and thrown to the floor as Fidel also ripped off the clasp holding my skirt, which dropped to the floor, leaving me in no more than my high-heeled sandals and sheer panties. I could feel my nipples harden and my pussy juices running down. Mark made a show of struggling with his bonds, and started to protest. "Can't you shut him up", growled Fidel to his mates. With his knife, he cut the two sides of my bikini panties, and threw the tattered garment to one of those holding Mark. They pushed the gusset into his mouth, where I'm sure he could taste my juices, and tied the rest behind his head to make an effective gag. Now I was forced back on to the bed, to lie on my back. My wrists were tied together above my head, using my tattered bra. Pairs of pantyhose were hooked behind each knee, and pulled backwards to leave my legs spread widely and obscenely open in full view of Mark and the five "rapists". Nylon cords attached the pantyhose to the bra binding my wrists, and further cords attached the combination to a bedpost, leaving me completely helpless. I could just see Mark out of the corner of my eye, and noticed that his prick was beginning to stir. One of the guys noticed and commented with a laugh: "Hey, hubby's getting off on this, not that he's got too much to show!" Fidel stuck two fingers into my pussy, probing in and out as his thumb rubbed on my clitty. My body started to respond instantaneously, a fact which was obvious to Fidel and which he announced loudly to his mates: "Hey guys, she's real wet and ready for it". They whooped loudly in response. Fidel stood back a moment, and quickly stripped to reveal an erect prick that to my eyes looked unbelievably enormous. Luisa was later to assure me that while he was big, his was nowhere near the biggest she'd ever seen, but it looked monstrous to me. I was sure I could put both of my hands end-to-end along it. For a moment I panicked ... how what was that thing going to fit into me. As he climbed between my legs, I also had a panic about my unprotected state. I cried out: "No wait ... please wear a condom ... you'll make me pregnant!!" Fidel just laughed, as he had been told to ignore my pleas at this time: "Tough luck lady ... I'm not wearing a rubber ... I can't feel anything with them". I caught a glimpse of Mark at that point. His eyes widened as he realized that I was not joking ... I could get pregnant. And I saw his prick jerk upright at the thought. But before I could even process these observations in my mind, Fidel dropped on top of me, blocking my view. I felt his cockhead probing and running up and down my crack for a few moments. Then he pulled back and slammed straight in. For a moment it hurt a little as he was clearly much thicker than Mark, but the pain soon gave way to that deliciously satisfying feeling of fullness. As he started to piston in and out, I could feel my body responding. He added to my rising climax by bringing his head down to my tits, to suck strongly on my engorged nipples. I had never felt such ecstasy before, and wished these sensations would carry on for ever. But dimly, I heard him call out: "God she's tight, like a virgin ... I'm going to c-u-u-u-m-m-m-m-m-m A-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!!!" Much to my regret, as I had not yet reached orgasm, I felt him spasm deep into my hot and fertile belly. But I needn't have worried. As soon as Fidel's body relaxed, he was dragged away and Black Joe took his place. It took only a few thrusts from Joe's rock hard cock to take me over the edge. Almost as if from a distance, I heard myself screaming as the greatest climax I had ever experienced hit me. As I came down from that high, I was aware that Joe was still rhythmically pumping in and out of my pussy, and almost immediately my body started building towards a second climax. As his climax started to build, his tempo increased and he slammed ever harder and deeper into me, our pelvic bones grinding hard against each other. Once again, my next climax was still building when I felt Joe tensing and jerking as his spunk joined that of Fidel deep inside my womb. And once again, I eagerly welcomed the next guy, one of the other Latins, to help me reach orgasm. By now, I must have been really juicy and slippery, as the first thing I felt was the delicious feeling of our pubic hair and pelvic bones rubbing together. This guy reached down and shoved a finger up my rectum, to rub against his own cock through the separating membrane. Soon I was screaming again, and trying desperately to push myself against him to bring myself off. Only dimly was I aware of laughter from the boys, mixed with lewd comments ... and then I was there again, kicking and jerking against my current partner. And so the pattern repeated, and I got off twice more with the last two guys. As the fifth guy (the second Latin) approached his climax into my by-now well-used pussy, I felt a wet spray across my face and tits, and turned to see Joe and Fidel shaking up their beers and spraying me. As I was getting thirsty, I opened my mouth to let them spray more in. By the time the last of the five guys came in me, the other four were all alternately drinking beer and spraying me. Then suddenly I heard Chris say: "Hey guys, we're wasting good beer on the slut. Let's rather filter it through our kidneys", and I knew my next fantasy was about to be fulfilled. With that he climbed on the bed, knelt next to me, and rubbed his cock across my tits. Then I felt, almost before I saw, the warm wetness on my tits as he started to piss. He seemed to pee forever. The sheer humiliation and degradation of it had me close to coming again. One of the guys seemed to notice this and untied my hands, to allow me to finger myself to orgasm as Chris directed the final spurts of his piss over my hand. Once Chris was done, Fidel and one of the other two Latins climbed up to stand on the bed on either side of me, and started to hose me down with their warm fluids as I continued to masturbate myself with my fingers. They moved their jets up and down my body, from tits to pussy. In spite of the ban on pissing in my mouth, some of the piss did splash on my face, and suddenly I didn't care. I just loved being used as a urinal by these guys, and opened my mouth to catch some of the liquid, increasingly turned on by the total degradation and humiliation of it all. Fidel noticed, and deliberately aimed the last of his piss straight into my mouth which I eagerly swallowed. The last two guys showed no further inhibitions at all. They replaced Fidel and his friend, standing on either side and simply hosed me from head to toe, including strong blasts straight on to my pussy. I frantically frigged myself to yet another cum, screaming out "Yes ... Yes .. piss all over me ... use me ... u-u-u-u-se me-e-e-e-e ... let me drink your piss. When all had relieved themselves, I continued rubbing two fingers in my pussy as my thumb rubbed my clit, while lying now in a pool of piss on the bed. Fidel knelt at my head again, and this time shoved his cock into my mouth. I sucked eagerly on it, and would have happily swallowed his jism as well, but he pulled out and shot his sperm partly on my face and partly over my tits. He then took one of my hands, and made my rub the cum into my skin. I felt so delightfully used! The other four guys then stood over me, wanking furiously on their cocks. At much the same time all four came to give me a complete cum-bath. Without further bidding, I let my hands play through the warm smooth slippery mess, smearing it all over my body, feeling increasingly the total slut. For the next half-hour or so, I was left lying on the piss-soaked bed, cum-covered and with my legs still splayed wide open and tied to the bedpost. The five guys guzzled more beers, and entertained themselves by fucking me with empty beer bottles, often leaving one buried in my cunt. They kept up a constant stream of lewd comments about what a slut I was, how it looked as if I enjoyed being used by a bunch of men etc. Some of the comments were directed at Mark, asking him how he could possibly keep me satisfied with that tiny prick! The steady stream of insult and abuse served only to turn me on even further, and I wanted nothing more than to have stiff cocks forcing their way into me again, to fertilize my waiting womb. When they were not playing with me, I amused the guys further by masturbating myself with a beer bottle. Eventually, all five were showing signs of returning erections, and my pussy juiced up further at the prospect of renewed action. The five had some muttered conversation amongst themselves, and then suddenly came across and untied me. By this stage it was a bit of a relief as my legs were stiff. They placed me in a kneeling position on the floor at the side of the bed, leaning over the bed. My wrists were tied together again and attached to the other side of the bed. Cords attached to the pantyhose around each knee were tied to the bed legs, holding my legs wide apart. Then I realized that they had pulled Mark from his chair. He was placed on his back on the floor, with his head between my knees, looking straight up into my gaping pussy. His arms were tied to my legs to hold him in that position. Mark was thus to have a first class, close-up view as five rampant cocks in turn penetrated my pussy from the rear. I was later to find out that our fluids dripped down on to his face, especially as each satisfied prick was withdrawn from my gaping hole. This time, I was unable to see who was having their way with me. Somehow, this last humiliation turned me on even further. I orgasmed almost immediately the first anonymous cock slammed into me, and again before its owner pumped me full of his seed. I was screaming as I met my violator's thrusts by pushing my backside against him, feeling so filled that it seemed his organ was penetrating not only my cunt but my whole uterus. The knowledge of my fertile state pushed me even further into ecstasy and I shouted out: "Oh god, yes, yes, pump me harder ... harder ... harder ... make a baby in me ... fill me with your cum ... a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h". I went through the same range of feelings with each of the five guys. As they had each come twice already, it seemed to take forever for each to come again ... but I couldn't care. The feelings were so intense, I wanted them never to end. But eventually it had to end. All five were done, and even I now collapsed over the bed in exhaustion. I felt rather than saw them lift Mark bodily on to the bed, lying him on his back. My bonds were loosened, and I was dumped on top of Mark in a 69 position. My knees were tied behind his neck, to clench his head between my damp thighs. My arms were tied around his thighs, with my face in his crotch. With that, the five guys sprayed more beer over us, and then left. I started to struggle with my bonds, but then realized that Mark was licking along my slit, and amazingly, my body started to react yet again. I became aware that his cock was rigid and I took it into my mouth. Mark's licking became more enthusiastic and he paused to suck on my clit. I could feel the juices running out of my cunt into his mouth. We exploded together, I into my last orgasm of the night and he to fill my mouth with what seemed to be a much larger volume of jism than he usually was able to produce. We lay in complete exhaustion for probably 10 minutes, before starting to untie each other. We were a total mess, covered in sex fluids from top to toe. Wordlessly we looked at each other, and then started to laugh rather hysterically. We went to the bathroom and showered together, cleaning each other thoroughly. "We can't stay here" were Mark's almost first words. "It's OK", I responded. "Luisa's cousin will sort everything out .. let's just go". So we slipped on t-shirts and jeans, grabbed our belongings, and went to the car. We drove round to a more up-market hotel and checked in for the night. We were hardly in our room, before Mark almost tore the clothes back off me, threw me on the bed, and fucked me with an abandon and enthusiasm he hadn't shown for years. Only then did we collapse naked in each others arms, and into a deep sleep. I woke the next morning to find Mark lying on top of me, rubbing his cock along my still juicy slit. I was hardly conscious before he shoved his cock right into my hole, with the words: "You promiscuous whoring slut ... I'm going to fuck you silly ... I might as well give my sperm some chances in your unfaithful immoral womb ... you filthy whore who'll open her legs for any guy if the price is right ... how much did those guys pay you for last night?" The more he insulted me, the more turned on I became, and before long we were rutting like insatiable minks on the bed, and I was once again screaming out my climax, uncaring about people in neighbouring rooms. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Well, that was five weeks ago, and yes, I'm pregnant ... a home pregnancy test has confirmed it. I suppose it could be Mark's ... but I wouldn't bet too much on it. He seems to have accepted the inevitable, indicating that it's no worse than artificial insemination. When we do make love, he often rehearses and even elaborates on the events of that night, and it always helps to turn both of us on. In saner moments, he admits that it was an awesome experience, but that he wouldn't want to repeat it. I tell him I feel the same, but secretly I have masturbated frequently to memories of that night ... and I don't think I shall be able to be forever faithful from now on. Having experienced other cocks, I am going to want more and more and more .... I think Luisa knows this and tries to get me to admit it ... which I have not yet done. She met me the Monday morning after the gang "rape" with a big grin. She had evidently spoken to Fidel, but wanted my version, which she has dragged out of me over and over again. The last few weeks have been quiet in the office. But we have a big conference next week. Luisa is pressuring me to agree to spend at least one night at the conference hotel, to join in her adventures. So far I have said "NO" ... but I can feel that I don't sound convincing. I know that I shouldn't cheat on Mark, but the thought of another night with multiple cocks and orgasms .... O-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h God, I can't stand it - and Luisa knows it. I have still not committed myself, but I have hinted to Mark that I might have to work late one night and that it may be best to stay over at the hotel. I know it's wrong, but ........... ******************************************************** Other stories by Art West can be found at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/ArtWest <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+