Chapter 1

 

The man sat and stared transfixed at the TV screen. This was the second time he watched the disk. It was rank pornography that much was clear. It wasn't well directed or taped professionally that was also clear. It appeared to be a homemade taping. From the furniture in the room it was some kind of cabin.

"Get your little white ass over here, dammit," one of the two men in the frame said to someone off screen. Both men were large, black, and naked. The speaker sat on the edge of the bed holding his mammoth-size cock in one hand and motioning with the other hand. The non-speaking man stood on the far side of the bed grinning.

A petite white woman slowly and timidity entered the picture. Like the men, she was also naked. The woman would have appeared small in any setting but with the two giants, she looked tiny.

"Need some head, bitch," the sitting man said wiggling his huge cock. "Come and wrap your lips around this."

The tiny woman approached the man and obediently dropped to her knees between his legs. She took his big cock in both of her tiny white hands. Her small hands made the man's cock look even larger. She lowered her head and kissed the tip of the black cock then opened her mouth and took the head of the cock inside her mouth. The man thought she must be near to dislocating her jaw.

The man watching the TV also thought that there was a fourth person in the room doing the camera work. The movement and jiggling indicated the camera was hand-held.

The small woman couldn't keep her mouth open that wide for very long so the blow-job was mostly a hand-job with kissing and some licking. The black man didn't seem to mind.

The second man had moved around so that he was behind the kneeling woman. His manhood was even more impressive than the seated man. He stooped low enough so that he was able to reach both of her beautiful round white breasts. He began to knead and mash her swaying globes. The man watching the TV thought that seemed a shame to squeeze out of shape such magnificent breasts.

"Time for some fuckin'" the man being serviced orally said. His partner picked the woman up and when she spread her legs he sat her down on the other man's jutting hard black cock. It seemed to the watching man that the ebony cock was much too large to go inside the woman but it did. Without much effort, it seemed.

The watcher sat still while the two huge black men fucked the tiny white woman over and over for almost the full length of the disk. At no time did the woman speak or make a sound other than a few moans of pleasure.

This time the man watched the movie all the way to the end. He watched as the two black men double fucked the tiny woman. She almost disappeared between them.

When the movie ended, the man sat still in the dark room.

 

Mike's story:

 

The changes in Elaine weren't sudden. They came gradually. So slowly, in fact, I almost failed to even notice them.

My Name is Mike Starr and my wife Elaine, or Ell as most family members know her, is a beautiful woman. Let there be no question about that. She is only five feet three but nature compensated her with a glorious figure. Large breasts that ride high on her chest and more curves than a mountain road. I've often thought it was a crying shame that no one except me ever got to witness her physical attributes and only rarely for me. Prude doesn't exactly describe her well enough but is about as close as I can get.

Ell was taught modesty by her aunt who raised her and I think the old bitch got carried away with the propriety and decorum crap. The old woman created a puritan of the first water.

Why did I marry a puritan, you ask? That's a fair question and I'll answer it. I fell for her angelic face and ready laugh. Her bulky clothes hid the fact that she had tits to die for, so it wasn't lust. That was in our last year of college. We dated for six months, got engaged, graduated, and got married.

Ell successfully kept me at bay until our wedding night. She allowed no over-the blouse boob touching but she was a hell of a kisser. I was sure I detected a hot woman beneath that prudish exterior so I was more or less content to wait. I wasn't entirely correct since Ell undressed in the dark or in the bathroom behind a closed and latched door. We were married for four months before I got a good look at her tits. National treasure was the term that sprang to my mind when I saw the twin beauties.

With the help of magazines early on and later the internet I have seen at least ten million boobs so I consider myself something of an expert. An expert who is also an enthusiast because I began my love affair with breasts at a young and tender age and lost none of my affection over the years.

Ladies, I shall let you in on a secret. For most men, the size of the breast isn't all that important. (Something most women refuse to believe) Oh sure, big boobs will draw our attention but big tits alone will not keep a man's attention. No, it's not size, it's availability. Available to see; either on purpose or accidentally. There are not many men who won't take that forbidden glance down a blouse if given an opportunity. Available to touch; I guarantee that tiny tits a man can touch will hold his attention much longer than big boobs he can't touch. I tell you ladies this so you can stop paying out good money to get your breasts enlarged. Just allow what you have available for sight or touch.

Sorry, I wandered off the subject. I was describing Ell to you. Short, stacked, great tits and a nice personality sums it up. Everything a man could want except she kept everything hidden, even from me, her loving husband. For two years I only caught brief glimpses of her body. Then I noticed some changes.

The first thing I noticed was her new underwear. Always before, Ell bought plain white cotton bras and granny panties. One day I was looking through her dresser drawer for a ballpoint pen that worked. That's the day I saw the black thong and bra.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Why would someone who dressed behind locked doors even want a panty-bra set that was hot? Who would ever see them? It made no sense to me and I almost questioned her about my discovery.

There were two reasons why I did not say anything about it. One, was I had no good reason why I was looking in her drawers. Looking for a ballpoint wouldn't fly and I knew it. Who keeps things filled with ink in their underwear drawer? Another reason was I was curious. Hopeful and curious.

Right after we moved to Littleton, Ell joined with a small church group. It was so small they didn't have their own building. They rented an abandoned grocery store front. All of Ell's friends were out of that group.

I didn't actually know any of them because I didn't want to waste my Sunday meetings with a bunch of kooks. I did see some of her women friends and frankly, they didn't interest me. They all dressed like they had just come off an Amish farm. It seemed to me they competed to see who could dress plainer. I called it a tie. (By the way, I mean no disrespect to the Amish. They have an enviable lifestyle)

After the discovery of the black thong, I started paying closer attention to what Ell was up to. She didn't work outside our home. She was some kind of annalist for a company that she did from her computer at home. The only times she went out was to grocery shop or go to her church...and apparently to buy black underwear.

I drove an SUV to work and Ell had an older minivan. I started making note of the mileage on her car. For a couple of weeks there didn't seem to be anything of interest with her mileage. I calculated the mileage to and from the church/store. Ell went to meetings every time the doors were open and that was usually three times a week. Sunday morning, Sunday night, and Thursday evening for some class.

Ell didn't drink alcohol of any kind but she was a good sport. When she went to the grocery store, she always bought me some beer. That was how I knew when she had been to the store. Watching the odometer was proving to be a waste of time.

While I didn't know her friends, I did know their names because I had to pretend to care when Ell talked about them. Suddenly there was a new name appearing in her conversation. Sue did this and Sue said that became a theme. I asked Ell who Sue was.

"You haven't met her," Ell said. "Sue joined us about three weeks ago. She is a lot of fun to be around."

"Sounds nice," I said and began to lose interest in yet another Mother Hubbard gal pal.

"Sue asked me to go to her gym with her," Ell said, snapping my attention back again. "Do you think it would be all right for me to go? I mean can we afford the fees?"

"Sure we can if they aren't ridiculously high," I said. Before we married, Ell was very active in intramural sports. Someone once called her a vest-pocket Kareem. She didn't have the height but she sure had the hustle.

"I think I should," she said. "I have really gotten soft these past couple of years. I suppose I'll have to buy a workout suit and some gym shoes."

I agreed it was what she should do and I was curious about who this Sue was. The mysterious Sue seemed to be having a good influence on Ell.

I am an engineer at the Whiffle Company and for the most part, I work a nine to five job, five days a week. I'm home most evenings and most weekends. While in college I discovered I enjoyed the game of golf. Usually while Ell is at church on Sunday, I go play a round or two of cow-pasture pool. It relaxes me and is good healthy fun.

That was what I was doing one Sunday morning when I saw, what seemed to be Ell and another woman whizzing by in a sports convertible. The club's sixteenth green is near Dunbar Street and I was waiting my turn to putt when I saw that strange sight.

I looked at the speeding car and then at my watch. Church services had been underway for half an hour so I had to be wrong. It was just someone who looked like Ell. I shoved it back in my mind and went on with the game.

I arrived home shortly after noon and when I pulled in the driveway I nearly wrecked. Sitting in my drive was a red sports convertible. Coincidence? I wasn't about to believe it for a second.

"Hi honey," Ell said when I entered through the kitchen door. "This is my friend, Sue Keller. Sue this is my husband, Mike."

Sue was a stunning young woman about our age and she was dressed like a slut. Her white shorts were so tight I could plainly see the outline of her pussy. What they call a camel-toe. It was also obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her unfettered breasts jiggled and bounced when she reached out to shake my hand. By comparison, Ell looked frumpy even though she was dressed much different from normal. Ell was wearing a more modest pair of white shorts and a white sleeveless tee shirt. Ell was obviously wearing a bra.

"You weren't at church in that, were you?" I asked my wife.

"No, of course not," Ell said her face showing a blush of embarrassment. "We skipped church this morning and went to the gym and worked out. Then we went for a ride with the top down."

"Sounds like fun," I said.

"I invited Sue to have lunch with us if it's okay," Ell said. "I'm ready to put some hamburgers on the grill."

I work in an office that is about half female so I'm used to being around women even provocative women, but Sue simply radiated sexuality. It seemed to stream out of her pores. I tried not to stare at her tits or her camel-toe but I couldn't help myself. Sue caught me staring at her several times while we were eating. If she cared I was staring she didn't show it. She just smiled at me.

We had our lunch on the patio in the back and while we ate Sue asked me about my job. I told her and she said it sounded interesting. What a crock of shit! There is nothing even remotely interesting about my job but I appreciated her effort. I asked what she did for a living.

"I do some modeling," Sue answered with a smile. "Also, I married well and divorced even better. I could live off alimony if I wanted. I mostly model for fun."

"Sue models for men's magazines," Ell said. "Isn't that exciting?"

I did think so but I was shocked that Ell found it exciting. This was the kind of woman Ell and her stuffy friends would happily cast stones at. It was mightily confusing to say the least.

After lunch Sue announced she had a photo session and had to run. She gave both Ell and I a friendly peck on the cheek and left us.

"Don't tell me you met her at church," I said to Ell when Sue was gone.

"No, I met her at the little community park down the block," Ell said. "I walk down there sometimes to get out of the house. Sue is sort of a free spirit. I like her," she added. I was thinking I did too.

Besides being easy on the eyes, Sue apparently was good for Ell. It seemed as if Sue was coaxing Ell into the twenty-first century.

Since Sue arrived on the scene, Ell had become a little more careless about closing the door or turning out the lights when she changed clothes or got ready for bed. In just a few weeks, I saw more of her flesh than I had in the two years we were married. All in all it seemed to bode well for me.

Our little bungalow was at the edge of an affluent neighborhood. The affluent one was where Sue Keller lived. Our modest home was what they called a starter home. I suppose that meant a house that young married couple could not afford but were encouraged to buy anyway.

Over the next few months, Ell started spending more time with Sue and less time attending church functions. One Saturday afternoon Ell admitted buying the black thong and bra.

"It sounds nice," I said. "Why don't you model it for me?" For a few moments Ell looked startled and she was about to say no when she changed her mind and went in to change. She was back in a few minutes wearing only the black ensemble. It took my breath away.

After two years most married couples know the other's body as well as their own but Ell's body was a new experience. Of course I had felt her body when we made love in the dark but I had never actually seen her nearly nude. She looked like a million bucks. I got an instant erection.

"Do you like it?" Ell shyly asked me. My mouth was so dry I couldn't speak so I nodded vigorously. Hell yes I liked it. "Sue said you probably would," Ell said. "She told me I should wear it for you and see what happened."

"I have a hard-on, is what happened!" I said. "What am I supposed to do with it?"

"Come on to the bedroom and we'll see if we can figure out something," Ell said and took my hand. I did not know who this person was that looked like Elaine Starr but I liked her a lot.

That was the first time we ever made love in the daytime but it wasn't the last by any means. I actually got to see my beautiful wife completely naked on several occasions after that.