Chapter 4

A week had passed and there had been no further communication with Eric or his group.

“Maybe we’re supposed to call them or something,” mused Miranda, who quite frankly had been looking forward to another encounter for days now.

“No, Eric said we call them only if we want to stop,” replied Tim.

“And you said Eric told you there would be others?”

“Yes, he said he would probably not see us again for some time if at all, but there were others in the group that would be arranging what he called surprises.”

Not wanting to appear too anxious, Miranda said nothing but inwardly hoped they would not have to wait much longer. Her sexual fires were burning again and although she had gone through three sets of batteries in her vibrator nothing could come close to the intense images of Eric and what he had done to and for her.

There was little on TV that evening so she had first looked over some of her real estate materials (she worked part time for a real estate agency) then grabbed a book, resigned to having to wait another sexless night for satisfaction.

But only minutes later the doorbell donged them both to attention and since Tim was in the kitchen fixing them drinks, Miranda answered the door.

The handsome black man who stood on her doorstep was not the almost giant that Eric had been, but he still towered over the housewife and his muscular frame was just as impressive as had been that of her previous paramour.

“Miranda Travers?” He asked.

“Yes, I’m Miranda ... my husband Tim,” she answered as Tim approached from the kitchen.

“Then why aren’t you naked and spreading those lovely legs for me?” said the stranger stepping into the room.

Miranda’s mouth was agape even though she knew that Eric had been, ay times, just as direct.

“I ... that is ... if that’s what you want,” she managed, her voice weak and subservient.

“It is bitch. Now strip and bend over. Show me what I’m about to get.”

As Miranda, shocked as she was, began to disrobe, the man turned to Tim.

“You want to watch, that’s okay by me, but watching is all you do. Understand?”

Tim nodded and took a seat.

Miranda had shed her shoes and dress and stood in bra and panties, stunned by the directness of the man. Only now did she think to ask, “You ... you are from Eric’s group?”

“Of course. You can call me Blake. I’m not accustomed to waiting on women to take their clothes off. Come here, bitch.”

Miranda obeyed moving next to him, eyes downcast.

She gasped when his hands quickly reached out and ripped the bra from her, the wonderfully shaped orbs bursting free with nipples already hardening. But a moment later her panties were also ripped form her and Miranda Travers stood naked before her husband and a complete stranger.

“I’m gonna do two things tonight, bitch. First I’m going to fuck you senseless and then I’m gonna teach your something new, something I bet you’ve never done before.”

“Wha ... what do you mean?” she asked.

“You’ll find out!” he said, grabbing her breasts and pulling her to him. He pulled her head upward and kissed her, hard and deep, Miranda overwhelmed gasped for breath. “Now bend over and show me what you’ve got!”

As before, Miranda feelings were a mix of fear and excitement. She had been told she wouldn’t be seriously injured but who was defining the word ‘seriously’? This man, Blake, was far more direct than Eric, even crude, but there was an air of excitement about him and what she was about to experience that brought arousal, her heart already beating faster and the wetness that always gave away that arousal beginning to drip down her legs. And then there was the promise of something new, different. What could he mean by that? Again the fear mixed with anticipation. Slowly she bent over to reveal the most intimate parts of her body.

As the strong, virile man disrobed, he laughed as he looked at the small helpless woman’s privates.

“Eric said she was a whore. Look, she’s already so hot and ready for it she’s wet and it’s running down her legs.”

He stood closer behind her, the tip of his massive rod brushing against her quivering labial lips. Miranda whined in anticipation.

“Oh, she wants it, Tim,” he said derisively to the husband. “Whore’s are like that. They want it so bad, they’ll do anything to get a rod in their pussy, including putting out for a complete stranger!”

With that he was into her, Miranda gasping with pain and then pleasure. Blake’s lance might not be quite as long as Eric’s, but what he lacked in length he made up for in girth. Miranda’s eyes bugged as the massive shaft was buried within her. She wondered if she would be ripped open, the pain intensifying her fears, yet with two powerful thrusts he was completely inside her and already stimulating her clitoris. By the third thrust Miranda could feel the orgasm building and by the fourth, she was grunting, groaning and whining through her first climax of the night.

Unexpectedly he withdrew, Miranda wanting more already.

“Go fix us a drink, bitch,” he said, “that is if you want more. Of course if you’d rather not...”

“Oh, no, please!” She said hurrying into the kitchen.

“God, Tim,” said Blake, “you’ve got a tight little piece of ass there. Eric told me about your accident. A real shame to have something as nice as that and not be able to bang it. Look, if it bothers you, my talking about her as I screw her...”

“No,” said Tim, “It’s okay. I ... kind of like it.”

“Okay then,” replied Blake, as Miranda returned with the drinks.

The next two hours were spent in Miranda being screwed in one position after another. Her vaginal orgasms were intense and prolonged and again she was nearing exhaustion.

“Does she ever squeal?” Blake asked of Tim.

“Well...” Replied Tim, “once I was going to try anal and just put the end of my finger in and she squealed a bit.”

“Well, she’g gonna squeal a lot more right now ‘cause I’m about to introduce her to back door delights.”

Miranda, as fatigued as she was began to back away in real fear.

“No ... NO ... NO PLEASE. I can’t. I just CAN’T!”

“Oh, yes you can,” smiled the black stranger.”

She tried to run past and into the bedroom but he caught her arm and threw her across the back of the sofa, her upper half draped across the front side and her lower half dangling over the back side.

She now made an honest effort to fight him off but his size and strength teamed with her exhaustion meant she could offer little resistance and he soon had her subdued, her anus and nest fully exposed and accessible to him.

“PLEASE!” She wailed.

“Tell you what, bitch, you squeal nice and loud for us and I’ll only put it halfway in.”

Over the course of the last two hours Miranda had seen his lance in full erection and knew that even half way in her would stretch her unimaginably.

“Please don’t do this ... I just can’t take it. I just can’t. PLEEEEEEEASE!” She begged.

“Now, now my little slut, I promised you something new and different. WELL HERE IT IS!”

Even though he had used lubricant, the pain was immediate and beyond anything Miranda had ever imagined.

“GODDDDDDDDDDD!” She screamed. “NOOOOOOOOOOO! AGGGGGGGGGGG!”

A slight thrust and four to five inches disappeared into her tiny dark hole.

“Come on slut, squeal for us. Tim and I want to hear you squeal.”

And squeal she did, the pain robbing her of any sensation except pain so intense she was on the verge of fainting.

“No fainting, bitch. Come on, squeal louder. Squeal like a pig!”

“AEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” she squealed as Blake laughed and Tim simply looked on.

“Damn, she’s tight, Tim. Tightest little piece I’ve had in a long time! And since she’s so tight I’m gonna give her all of it!”

“But ... but you said...”

“I lied!” He laughed, as with another two massive thrusts he was completely buried in the helpless woman.

Miranda was beyond control, her body now a rag doll for Blake to do with as he pleased. But he was also aware of why he was there and yanked her by the hair.

“Don’t faint now my lovely little slut. The pleasure’s about to begin.”

While still buried in her he reached around and his finger found her nest. Immediately Miranda began to respond, humping the experienced finger which knew exactly where and how to bring her to arousal.