The Van Pt. 04

Part 4

I opened the door and looked out over a crowd of young Mexican men. I looked beyond them at the beautiful low rider cars in the driveway and lining the curb in front. I didn't do a head count, but there were way more than the ten guys my new fuck buddy Pete had mentioned. They were stacked at my doorway and looking at me like I was a red hot burrito and they hadn't eaten in days. "Come in guys," I said, realizing they had probably already attracted the neighbor's attention.

I opened the door wide and gave each a quick kiss on the lips on the way in. Several copped a brief feel of either my tits or under my dress. I pushed their hands away as part of my scene development. I counted 23. Pete, the only one I had previously met and fucked, was the last through the door. I closed it quickly and followed them into them into the living room where my husband Denny waited.

"Hi guys. This is my husband Denny. Sorry about the lack of seating, you'll have to sit on the floor." This actually worked really well because my dress was so short they'd be able to see up it while sitting on the floor. "I have a disappointing announcement. I've decided that being married it wouldn't be right for me to keep fucking the way I have been and the way I did the other night."

Disgruntled comments rose from the gathered crowd.

"But I will slow dance with all of you. And there's beer in the ice-chest."

I heard one guy say, "Right Pete, I knew you were full of shit. No gringo is going to let his wife fuck a bunch of Mexicans."

"Hold on now," I said in response. "This has nothing to do with my husband. I'm going to be a mom some day and I have to start acting respectable. I'm also ovulating and I quit taking the pill so I could get pregnant, and since I love cum and hate condoms I just can't do any fucking tonight. I dressed nice and sexy for you guys and you'll have to be satisfied with slow dancing and getting a little feely with me. Denny, put on some music and dim the lights."

The ovulating-pill thing was news to Denny, and I'm sure he didn't know if it was part of the scene I was creating or if it was true. Since he knew the scene would end with me fucking all the guys, I wondered if he would object and put a stop to things or at least call me off to the side to see what was what. He did neither.

Pete stepped up and we started to dance. We held each other close and my outfit was working because I could feel his hardness between us. I couldn't help but recall his size and how good he had felt stretching my pussy. I wanted so bad to lie on the floor and tell them all to get in line and take turns, but the slow build up was hot as hell.

Pete whispered in my, "You know you need cock you fucking whore."

I whispered back, "Yes, but I really shouldn't do that. Let's let your friends have a dance."

He broke away and another guy took me in his arms. This guy had his hand on my ass and I could tell he was raising my dress to give the others a nice view of my panties. I wondered if they noticed that my panties were on over my garter belt, or if they imagined why that was.

I routinely glanced at Denny sitting in a chair in the corner. He watched me intently and I knew he was eager for me get things started, knew how he wanted to watch his bad wife get fucked good. After I had danced with all who wanted to dance Pete said, "Amber, sweetie, could I have a word with you in private."

"I guess so," I said. "Let's step into the bathroom."

I know him saying that raised the temperature in the room, and in my pussy. I knew things were about to get started.

We stepped into the bathroom and Pete pulled his pants down and held his hard cock in his hand. "You know you want this, slut."

I scooted up on the marble vanity and pulled my feet up. Pete reached down and yanked by panties to the side. I was so wet he slipped right in and I was so hot I came immediately and kept cumming as he fucked me. In ten strokes I could feel his cock pulse as he gave me the sperm I needed so bad. I really was ovulating, but the thought of being impregnated by Mexican lovers thrilled me. If that happened I knew Denny would accept it and be a good father for our brown baby.

He finished and pulled my panties back in place. We walked back into the living room and I could not wipe the smile off my face. I walked to the center of the room and looked at Denny. I said, "Honey, don't be mad. I just let Pete fuck his jizz into me. I'm sorry. I know we talked about me being a good girl and I know we haven't fucked in a few days so if I get pregnant it's not likely to be yours. If you really love me it shouldn't matter if I have a Mexican baby. It would be so cute."

None of this was preplanned, so I wasn't sure how he would take it. As far as he knew I was on the pill and my comment about ovulating was part of my scene development. He probably still thought that. But I had gone off the pill because I really wanted to cuckold him in the most ultimate way, by having an interracial baby. I hoped the idea would turn him on like it did me. What I did know was that once the guys started taking turns he would be too excited to care.

I walked slowly toward Denny. Once I was standing in front of him I pulled the hem of my dress up so he could see that my panties were soaked. I put my foot up on the arm of his chair and pulled his face to my crotch. "What does it smell like down there?"

Amazingly, the guys were all silent, completely transfixed by my performance and eager to see how things were going to unfold.

"It smells dirty."

"That's right, now thank Pete for jizzing me."

He looked at Pete and said, "Thank you for jizzing my wife."

That ended the silence. The guys were laughing and hooting and cheering.

"Calm down guys," I said to them. "I'm trying to have a discussion with my husband. And I want you all to hear it. Do you like dirty pussy, sweetie."

"Yes."

"Do you want to take a lick of my panties so you can taste Pete's sperm? You know it might be his sperm that knocks me up."

"Yes."

He started to move his face toward my pussy but I put my hand out and held him away. "I love you Sweetie, and I want to let you because I know what a jizz lover I've turned you into, but there are so many real men here with man sized cocks that it wouldn't be fair to let you have my have pussy first, even it is just to take a lick. Honey," I said in my most sultry voice, "I want you to take off your pajama bottoms so these nice men can see your cock."

He obliged without the slightest hesitation. He wanted them to see how small his cock is. He stood next to me. I placed my palm under his hard cock and lifted it for the viewing pleasure of my soon to be lovers. "Have you ever seen a cock so rock hard and yet so small, gentlemen?"

Various comments rose from the spectators. "It's a tiny gringo cock," was my favorite. There was a lot of chuckling, which I knew would add to Denny's humiliation.

"Denny, take your little pee pee out to the patio and get the pad off one of our lounge chairs while these nice men get their clothes off."

The room became a flurry of motion as the guys stripped and beautiful brown cocks came into view. I considered that it was probably going to be the first time in my life when I actually got my fill of cocks and cum.

Denny came back and threw the lounge cushion on the floor. I was thankful for thick well padded carpet as I knew there would be guys on their knees around me, feeding me cock and jerking off on me.

I had a specific way of getting things started in mind. Being the sperm junkie that I am, I wanted to suck a few guys off before they started taking turns fucking me. I'm one of those rare sluts who can cum from having my mouth filled with pearly sperm. I'd never had multiple loads in my mouth, one after the other, but I knew the strong aftertaste would thrill me. I sat on my knees on the floor and a line formed in front of me.

One of the reasons I was so focused on all the performance art was that I knew once things got started none of them would last long. I wanted jizz flying everywhere. There was the line in front of me waiting for my mouth and a guy on either side of whoever was in my mouth jacking off. I had my first delicious mouthful in under a minute, and yes it made me cum. The guys on the sides came from watching me milk and swallow. They splattered the sides of my face and my hair.

All three stepped away and another three stepped up. The second load in my mouth, an unusually big load, sent me over the edge again and soon after two more loads splattered my face and hair.

That was all Pete could take. "Get on the floor and get those whore legs spread," He shouted.

It was definitely time. I obeyed him. I laid on the cushion and spread wide. I felt a cock enter my pussy. Over the next half hour they fucked and came in rapid succession. None of them lasted much more than a minute. They kept my mouth full of cock and there was always a guys on either side jacking off. It was the jizz fest I had fantasized about and there soon wasn't a dry spot on me.

I loved that they were calling me filthy names: Dirty white whore, cheap slut, jizz bucket, cum loving slut, and married tramp. I was living up to every nasty name they could think of.

After half an hour I looked at Pete, who was watching from close by, and said, "Why don't you make my husband get over here and clean your slut up. You do realize I'm now your slut, don't you. You're not husband material but you sure know how I like to be treated."

Pete loved my idea. "Finish up and back away guys," he said. "My slut's getting too sloppy and I want her husband over hear licking up the mess."

Loads landed on me, in my mouth and in my pussy. The guys backed away and I looked down at the jizz pooling in my navel and dripping off me everywhere. My mouth must have looked the same as my pussy, a hole surrounded by globs of sperm. The smell of jizz alone had me in an unparalleled state of excitation.

Denny came over and was kneeling beside me. I looked at him and said, "Kiss me, Baby." He bend down and placed his lips on my jizz saturated mouth. We kissed and then I told him to get busy licking. He cleaned my face and tits and then headed for the pool of sperm in my navel. "Suck it up good, Denny." He licked and sucked and slurped like it was manna from heaven. The guys said things like "Gross" and "Sick mother fucker" and "He's a jizz lover just like his whore wife."

It wasn't easy to see in his bent over position of servitude, but one of the guys noticed that Denny's cock started squirting. I loved that he could cum just from licking jizz off of me. As far as cuckolds go, he was the real deal, and better even than the ones I had been watching and reading about in my porn sources.

"Did you see that," the guy who noticed Denny's nut said. "That fucking dirty pervert just came from lapping up our jizz." I can imagine how that must have turned Denny on.

"Get on your back pervert," Pete demanded, and Denny was quick to respond. "Okay guys pick her up and set her pussy on his mouth. It's time to drain the whore." I envied how much cum he was about to get.

They had a hard time picking me up because I was slippery everywhere. They managed and I settled in on Denny's face. I loved the slurping sound he made as the sperm flowed out of me and into his hungry mouth. I smiled wide thinking about how badly he would need for me to pull trains in the future. It was clear to me and everyone else that his jizz fetish was as powerful as my own.

"That's it, Baby," I said, "Clean it good so my men can dirty it up again." I wish every wife could experience this and every husband could be as thrilled by it as Denny is. The world would be full of slut wives and we'd all be too enthralled by sex to make war. I was undulating my hips as if I was fucking his mouth.

He finished his cleaning duties and I positioned myself dogstyle with my knees on either side of his head so I could suck his cock if I wanted while he looked up to get a good view of my men stepping up and fucking me from behind. He later told me it was perfect as each time a guy came and pulled out a fresh batch of sperm would leak down onto his face. He said he loved the close up view of cocks, all larger than his, entering me with great ease. He marveled at how no matter the width or length I accommodated every inch

Fact is, I didn't want to suck Denny's cock as long as there were other men offering theirs to be sucked. I'm sure other married sluts will confirm that sucking off other men will always be hotter than sucking off your husband. It's just dirtier and therefore better. I was in luck because were kneeling beside me and feeding me cock.

To make it ever hotter for the guys, and as if to prove he was the absolute best cuckold husband, every time a guy dumped a load and pulled out I would hear Denny say, "Thank you for fucking my whore wife." I so loved being called whore and slut.

An hour before, Denny had opened a bottle of tequila and set a bowl full of lemon wedges on the coffee table. A few minutes ago a second bottle that Pete had brought was opened. It contributed to the revelry and dirty talk that enshrouded the event. The guys who were fucking my mouth would take their cocks out and make me ask or beg them for jizz. I love needing jizz as badly as I do.

I was drinking the loads that my mouth earned, but some of guys enjoyed spraying my face and hair with cum. How awesome is that. They knew I wanted jizz everywhere. By then my back was coated from guys pulling out and shooting all over it.

I took a break from the fucking to once again sit on Denny's mouth and said something spontaneously and quite unplanned. "Drink the jizz, Faggot." It got a huge laugh from the guys and later Denny told me that while he didn't consider himself a faggot or even bisexual, the level of humiliation was incredibly erotic, both my comment and the laughter that followed.

I remember after I called him faggot his cock started shooting jizz. I released the cock in my mouth and dropped my mouth onto Denny's. I got most of his load and realized that I'll always take a cock that's squirting jizz over one that isn't. I quickly returned to the other guy so he wouldn't feel rejected.

By then I'm guessing they had all come at least twice. If you're counting that's close to 50 loads. I had jizz everywhere. The stench of sperm, though I personally wouldn't call it that, permeated the air. It was like a fine perfume to me. I was higher on sex than I had ever been as this was the far and away the slutiest I had ever been. I didn't have to pretend to love every second, drop and hardened inch of what was happening. I'm the real deal.

The guys took a break and I laid down on the jizz splattered cushion and because the surface was a plastic material the slippery liquid had not soaked in but pooled. I looked at Pete and said, "How about a circle jerk for a grand finale?"

"You heard the Whore," he responded. "Gather round and give her the cream coating she desires."

A dozen guys at a time surrounded me and took their beautiful brown cocks in hand, jerking feverishly to top the night off with squirting jets of sperm. I laid with my legs closed and watched as they gifted me with warm creamy sex juice. I watched as they added to the mess that my stockings and garter belt already were. White on black looked so sexy.

Denny had left the room and returned with a Polaroid Instamatic camera that he handed to Pete, who clicked away, capturing me, his cum covered slut, in all my glory. The photos would be his trophy, proof that he had turned me into his whore.

My last words to Pete as he and friends left the house were, "Thank you, Pete, and make sure all your friends have my phone number."

Denny got busy satisfying his own growing need for cum. Before licking my glossy surface, he had me stand in front of him as he circled me taking his own set of pictures for our private family album. He told me that he loved the way my hair looked, splotched and matted with cum.

In one night I had created a harem that would only grow. All those cute Mexicans had brothers and brother in laws and cousins and friends. While they loved when Denny watched me be a good whore for them, they also loved coming over when he was at work. It was usually more than one at a time. My pussy was always dripping when Denny got home.

As my stomach grew I learned something new about Mexicans; what they like even more than fucking a married white slut, is fucking one who is pregnant. They told me there was something about a married woman being a slut with a baby in her.

After that night I didn't let Denny fuck me for a week. I wanted to make sure the baby wasn't his. He understood and the thought that his wife was pregnant from whoring around turned him on, as did the fact the baby was going to be half Mexican. It really could have been any of theirs, but we named it Pete anyway.

After the baby was born, on my next birthday, Denny came home with a metallic pink van with a bed in the back. It was good for business at my favorite Mexican bar, because if it was parked out front any Mexican driving by knew there was a white married whore available. I might be in the men's room giving blowjobs, or sitting on a barstool in my micro mini with my panties showing, or out in the van taking on all cummers.

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In wrapping this story up, I contemplated what the reader must think of me, of my unrestrained lust. While my insatiable love of sperm causes me to deplore condoms, I do get checked for VD weekly. Some of my men friends are married or have a GF. That's on me, but who is really harmed. Their partner gets to avoid doing things they don't want to do without it casing friction in the relationship. Some of these women would love to have my life, but their partner's jealousy would not permit it. These men have an unrestrained passion for sluts like me. I make them very happy and that happiness improves the atmosphere in their home life.

After all, it's not like I'm a health insurer denying claims, or a business person conducting shady business at the expense of a customer or a corporation paying an unlivable wage and harming a family's bottom line. I don't wage war, or sell the guns to do so. I don't harm the environment. I fill a need and in process fill my own need to spread my legs and joy in the process.