Vicki Sells her Body for Charity
“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 an-
niversary. 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 Hol-
man, 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 affect-
ed her entire body.
She had been completely nude since John had removed her
panties about 10 minutes earlier, after paying one hun-
dred dollars for the privilege. Just before that Don
had paid seventy-five dollars for the privilege of re-
moving 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 get-
ting very turned on. Her pussy lips had become very
swollen. (I know those pussy lips well. I’m Bill Hol-
man, 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 be arrested on our way home.
As she was buttoning her dress I walked up to her and
gave her a big hug and kiss. “Congratulations, sweet-
heart. 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?”
“Yes sweetheart id does.”
“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’ll
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 re-
plied.
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 neigh-
borhood in outfits that displayed more of Bonnie’s ro-
bust body than they concealed.
The day that Bonnie was to do her work was particularly
warm so she was 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 with the deal 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 be-
cause he had been banging his cute new secretary. Any-
how the issue soon blew over in the Wilson household.
Bonnie had also not thought of how she would explain to
her clubmates how she got this extra money from Dale.
Finally she decided to fess up to Janet Quentin who was
her next door neighbor and best friend.
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 Long-
wood, 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 con-
tinued, “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 real-
ly 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 for 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 un-
conventional.
The first two sales that followed were highly success-
ful 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 un-
written 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 per-
haps even fucking some of them. I didn’t give a lot of
thought to the reality of Vicki fucking other men
though.
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’s suggestion that we
come to the next meeting just as observer guests.
At that meeting Vicki was overwhelmed by the encourage-
ment 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 turnon 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’s had
a lot to drink.
She must have considered it 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 finish-
ed 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 all you want,” 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.”
I looked deeply into my pretty wife’s eyes and said,
“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’ll 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, 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 to
me.”
**
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 p.m., and would return her
Saturday at around 3 o’clock.
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
strange 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 the windows,” I joked.
“After all nothing says it has to be all sex … or
even sex at all.”
“I 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 debrief-
ing, pardon another one, when you return. I’ll want to
know every hot juicy detail and fill your pussy with
one more load.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” she countered with a
smile.
**
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
man. We ended the conversation and the day with some
great sex. It was obvious that she was really turned
on by the whole 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 worn 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.
**
Vicki 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 on it too.
“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 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 forgot-
ten 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 ‘arrange-
ment’?’
‘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. Be-
sides 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 her 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.’ I couldn’t
believe my ears. This woman was going to wander around
this house 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 interest-
ing. “What did you do then?”
“I went with her into the den and she loudly asked,
‘Guys, do youall 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 get-
ting very confusing. This is not what I had come pre-
pared 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 me 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 does it?’ Jim re-
sponded.
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
getting flushed and my pussy get wet at that comment.
The realization 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 her 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 better 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 me 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 own 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 I 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
too,’ was Ben’sreply.
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 for
them.
‘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 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 so far that I know, but 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 asked
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 give him an x-rated blow-job, while all the guys
watched. Helen did the same for Ben.
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 too.
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 fucking me.”
“Oh, Vicki, I would have loved that too. Sometime we’ll
make that happen, I promise.” I couldn’t believe how
erotic this all 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 were
loving 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 kinda 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 more than happy to oblige. 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 remember. 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 for both of us.