Dave & Diane Ch. 2byAnnabelleandJay©
Chapter 2: Diane's Web
Diane awoke in her bed at home. Her mind was cloudy and confused. She had no idea what time it was, only that it was dark outside. Was it still the night of the party or had she slept through an entire day, she wondered? She looked over to see Dave's empty side of the bed. She sat upright on the edge of the bed, struggling to remember, struggling to separate her dreams from reality. Her whole body was sore and ached. She would have sworn she had a hangover, but she had drunk almost nothing during last night. "My God!" she said staring at the clock beside the bed. The clock told her that she had slept through the entire remainder of Saturday and well into Sunday evening.
Her mind was reeling. Had her husband, Dave, really set up a 50th birthday/25 year anniversary sex party, where she was the object of a 20-man orgy? Had she willingly given herself to any man in the room? Had she really screwed six guys at one time, while every opening in her body was filled? Had she really… She stopped and tried to focus her thoughts. Glancing down, she saw dried cum all over her body! She gingerly spread her legs and saw that the lips of her vagina were red, enormously swollen and sore to the touch. She slid her hand down farther between her legs and felt the raw, swollen ring of her anus. The nipples or her large breasts were chaffed, bruised and rock hard. "Christ, this is great," she groaned sarcastically, looking at her erect nipples. "I'm going to be perpetually in heat." Then she stopped, thinking that this reminded her of something, but she couldn't remember what. She had clearly had sex and lots of it.
Diane limped into the bathroom and slipped into a hot shower, hoping to begin to piece together the previous night. As the hot water streamed down on her, she remembered the last part of the night clearest. Dave, her husband, and Steve, the limousine driver who took her to the hotel, brought her home. She remembered leaving the hotel wearing nothing but stockings, spike heels and Steve's tuxedo jacket.
When they arrived home, Dave and Steve had fucked her before she finally collapsed. Steve had the largest cock she had ever seen in all of her 50 years! It must have been 18 inches and thicker that her arm. She had tried to suck him off during the gangbang party, but never quite got the job done. Then, when the three of them arrived home, she could recall herself seductively saying to them, "Yes! Yes! I want you both in me!" And, naturally, they gladly obliged, with Steve sliding under her and her husband around back. Her cunt was so stretched from the all-night fucking, that it easily accommodated Steve's gigantic prick. They double penetrated her several times, with Dave always in her ass. She remembered Dave saying "Baby, I'm going to be your backdoor man from now on." Dave had screwed her more in the ass last night than he had in twenty-five years of their marriage. As she recalled, she enjoyed it quite a bit! As well as enjoying the numerous times that the guys in the hotel room took her anally that night.
The night washed back into her mind like the warm shower water. Yes, she remembered Steve trying to stuff his enormous penis into her asshole while Dave lay beneath her, fucking her. After all the stretching her asshole had undergone that night, it still wasn't large enough. Standing in the shower, Diane could clearly recall moaning to Steve, "Don't give up on me, Sweetheart. I have to have that big cock in my ass. I'll work and stretch it out for you. I promise." She made this promise while kissing and screwing her husband. And she remembered sucking Dave while sitting on Steve's massive member. She would ride up and down on his cock, using her legs to lift herself completely off his giant cock, and then release and slide down his entire length. And Steve was delirious, cumming again and again. He said he had never met a woman who could take all of his size. But Diane could and did, over and over again, into the early morning hours. When it was all over, Diane remembered being carried upstairs and put in bed.
Diane now stepped from the shower, threw on her bathrobe and went downstairs to see if she could find Dave. There was no Dave, but she did find a note on the kitchen counter. It read: "Go to the computer. And don't forget to answer your e-mail." She stared in confusion at the note. The last note she received from Dave began the whole gangbang party process. "I'm getting a little tired of this note shit," she said to herself as she walked into the study and sat down at the computer desk. The screen saver was running and it was only when Diane moved the mouse that she realized what she was looking at, as the screen flickered and changed.
There on the computer screen was a web page entitled "The Party." The only other words on the entire page said "Contact her" and an email address link. Diane stared at the page in disbelief. She was on the web page!!! There were tiny thumbnail pictures of her in the hotel room spread all over the monitor screen. She clicked on a tiny photo, and a large version leapt onto the screen. There she was in the photo, sucking some guy while he came in her mouth. She sat amazed as another click showed her being double penetrated by two men. She was sitting astride one man, his large cock stuffed her pussy, while another reamed her ass. Another click displayed two enormous black dicks jammed into her cunt at the same time. "Oh, my God!" she thought. "Did I really do that?" Diane noticed the face of the radiant woman on the screen. It was a face glowing with pure sensuous, sexuality. She had never really seen herself while having sex before. But from this point of view, she could see what Dave saw when they made love. She was vibrant, and amazing! The photos did not lie.
Diane clicked again and her breath caught in a sudden inhale, amazed to see herself on her hands and knees and a man with his hand and arm buried into her cunt. His arm literally disappeared inside her, half way up his forearm. "Well, I guess that explains why I'm so sore this morning." She had never been fisted before. But she could now clearly remember the moment of pain and pleasure when she could feel the final thumb knuckle roll inside her, stretching the muscles of her vaginal folds. And she remembered exploding in a searing, red light of sexual ecstasy. Now, her hand drifted down to her vagina and her bathrobe fell open as she remembered the party. She gently began rubbing her clit, noticing that a small pool of wetness had already begun to soak through the robe.
She clicked another photo and her mouth fell open. "I couldn't have done that!" she exclaimed aloud, as she stared at the monitor. There she was, on the computer screen, with a champagne bottle stuffed into her cunt. Only three or four inches of the bottle remained visible, as she ground her hips down onto it. Behind her, a young, slim, black man was hunched over her with his long, thin penis pushing into her asshole. In the photo she saw some drops of cum squirting out, as his prick pushed in her ass. "Unbelievable," she murmured to herself, as her fingers began to move faster and faster over her erect clitoris.
Breathing harder, Diane scrolled down the web page to the final panel of photos, and while she didn't want to admit it, she knew instinctively what she would see there. One clicked and she realized that what she had hoped to be a cloudy dream was, in fact, reality. On the screen, her own face looked back at her. But it wasn't a face she had ever seen before in any mirror. This face was the face of carnal desire, as her eyes rolled back in sensual delight and her mouth an open moan of pleasure. And they're, clinging to her back, and locked around her upturned ass, was a huge, brown Great Dane. Diane could hardly believe her eyes as she shook her head, trying to convince herself that it was not she on the screen.
She clicked the mouse again, this time revealing a photo taken from the side of her and the dog. She could clearly see the dog's large, bright, red penis jamming inside her cunt. Her ass was arched high allowing the animal better entry. Diane stared at image of the large, red penis stuck inside her. Sitting in front of the screen, Diane could feel it all coming back to her. Her fingers began to rub her clit faster and faster. Diane could feel herself panting hard, her large breasts now bouncing as she masturbated. She was hot, flushed and sweating, as she could now clearly remember the pounding of the animal's hips against her ass. She threw the bathrobe off, now hot and on fire, her body covered with sweat. Sitting nude in the chair, Diane began to pump her hips against her hand, just as she had done against the dog's thrusts. "Yes! Yes!" she moaned, as she knew her orgasm was approaching. "One more, just one more," she howled, clicking on the final picture.
The computer whirred, and a new window popped open, telling her that a 12-second video was loading. "Come on, come on!" she urged the machine frantically. Then, the player window came alive with sounds and motion. There she was, in a video, moaning and writhing, as the dog clung to her back and fucked her. The speed of the dog's hips amazed her, revealing only glimpses of its huge red penis thrusting in and out. Diane's fingers savagely worked at her wet pussy as her orgasm overcame her. As she shook from the first wave of her orgasm, she saw herself and the dog on the monitor starting to cum. The moan that was coming from the computer's speakers abruptly stopped as the video cut off.
Diane sat quietly in the chair at the computer desk for several minutes after her orgasm ended. She could no longer explain, or think, or reason after what she had seen. "Fucking a dog is one thing," she murmured. " But liking it is another. And Dave took a movie of it." All during her life, she had preferred being in control of things. She was a successful executive, a mother of three grown children, and a mature, 50-year-old woman. She wasn't supposed to be feeling like this, like a sixteen year old girl, who's hormones had just kicked in. And yet, the woman on the screen in front of her was sexy, vibrant, alive, and charged with a sexual radiance that was hard to explain. As she sat in front of the computer, a small envelope icon in the lower corner of the screen continued to flash. Remembering Dave's note, which said, "Answer your mail," Diane clicked on the icon.
A mail server and address she had never seen popped open and told her that she had 364 e-mails. People were sending her e-mails! She began to curiously to sift through them, praying that there wasn't one from someone who recognized her. Some were pictures of guys' cumming on computer screens with her image on it. Many were raves telling her that she was the sexiest woman on the face of the earth and asking if they could join her next party. There were even four proposals of marriage. One e-mail came from a West Coast biker gang telling her that they had decided to appoint her their "Gang Momma," and all she needed to do was show up for the initiation. She smiled to herself.
Diane paused as she started to open the next one, seeing that it read "To Animal Lover." She opened it to find a brief note, a web link address, and a password. The sender commended her for her dog show on the web site and offered her a free weekend stay at his farm resort in the mountains of Tennessee. He described it as a resort for "selected couples with unusual tastes." He directed her to the web address and instructed her to type in the password he supplied. And that was all. No further explanation and no name was given. Intrigued, Diane clicked the link and typed in the password.
The screen bounced to a simple, plain web page. There was no writing on the page, just pictures. It looked like a typical promotion page for a resort ranch, displaying a beautiful hotel and some barns. She saw group photos of four couples, obviously patrons at the resort. They all appeared happy and were smiling, carrying cameras and camcorders as typical tourists do. Diane noted that the couples were all very normal looking, certainly not models for the web site advertisement. She saw a paunchy guy, slightly overweight, together with his wife, a gorgeous blonde. Her large breasts were amply displayed in a low cut dress, which seemed out of place to Diane, this being a ranch resort. "Obviously a trophy wife," Diane noted to herself as she identified what were clearly huge breast implants on the blonde. Diane scrolled down the page in an instant she saw the true nature of the ranch.
The screen was filled with pictures showing women having sex with horses. There were photos of the men taking pictures or movies of the woman with the horses. In another photos, other wives were kneeling in front of the men, with cocks stuffed in their mouths, while the men took photos of a woman and a horse. "This is too wild!" Diane murmured to herself, then falling silent as she realized that she has recently had sex with a dog.
Diane sat and stared at the screen in amazement. She had been invited to spend a weekend having sex with horses in Tennessee. She was equally amazed at the size of the horse's cocks and the willingness of the women to do it. She clicked another photo and once again the computer indicated that a movie was loading. This one was 4 minutes in length and took longer to load. Suddenly the sound of horse snorts came out of the speakers as the screen jumped to life. There was the trophy blonde inside a well-lit barn, on her hands and knees on top of a 2 foot elevated platform, which was covered with padding and straps for her to hang on to. Someone stepped into the picture and smeared a lubricant all over the blonde's ass as another man brought a large black stallion in. The horse sniffed the blonde's ass and snorted again. In a sudden lunge, the horse rose up and rested his front to legs on the platform. Swinging between his legs was a massive, thick cock, which tapered out to a large black head. Diane guessed that if was well over two and a half feet as she sat and watched the video play. She watched as the blonde's huge tits swung back and forth as she pumped her hips, perhaps trying to entice the horse.
Diane dropped her hand again into her lap and began spreading her cunt lips with her fingers as she watched the woman on the screen. As the blonde rocked back and forth on the screen, Diane slipped two fingers in her dripping cunt and began to work them in and out. On the screen, the horse's handler lifted the giant horse cock up and steered the massive head into the blonde's generous hole. Both Diane and the blonde on the screen let out simultaneous groans as the stallion rocked forward, imbedding six inches of cock into the woman. The blonde then rocked her ass from side to side and pushed against the horse, causing another six inches to wedge into her cunt. Diane responded to this sight by shoving two more fingers into herself. She worked her four fingers desperately into her cunt as if trying to match the actions she saw on her computer.
The blonde was now clinging to the straps anchored on the platform as the huge horse snorted and pushed. Another six inches disappeared. With that, the blonde began to push and pull, moving back and forth, and finally impaling herself each time on at least two feet of shining horse dick. She slid up and back, taking more and more of the horse's penis in with each stroke. Each time the woman pulled herself forward, the wetness on the black cock caught the light and glistened momentarily, then plunged back into the darkness.
"She's done this more than once," Diane thought to herself, perhaps with a touch of envy, as she watched the blonde manipulate the massive horse cock inside her. Unable to resist, Diane tightened the four fingers stuffed into her loosened cunt, pulled her thumb into the middle of her hand and pushed her entire fist into her hot vagina. She expected more resistance and perhaps a burst of pain. But she found only pleasure. This time was not as painful as the first time she had been fisted two nights ago. She realized her smaller hand had been the reason for the easy entry. She lifted her leg onto the computer table to give herself better access, and began plunging her fist deeper and deeper into her vagina, while she stared at the buxom blonde on the screen.
The blonde was now pumping furiously as she rode the horse's cock with true mastery. She was accommodating well over two feet of the horse's dick with the ease of a jockey, sliding up and back on the dark pole. Suddenly, the horse snorted, shifted its back legs and began to tense. The blonde froze in mid-stroke, held perfectly still for a brief moment, and then released the most sensuous moan Diane had ever heard in her life. With that, the horse moved back, dragging his lengthy cock out of the blonde. As the head of the cock finally emerged from the blonde's well-used slit, the horse's penis fell heavily away and it dismounted from the platform. The blonde continued to tense her body for several moments, as the lens on the camera zoomed in, focusing on her cunt. Diane heard a voice from behind the camera saying to the blonde, "OK, I've got it," meaning the close-up camera shot. Then, with another moan from the blonde, a torrent of horse semen flooded out of the woman's cunt. Quarts of liquid gushed out of her steaming cunt, splattering onto the platform, instantly reminding Diane of her bout with the dog.
With her leg propped up on the desk and her fist crammed deeply into her cunt, Diane leaned forward and clicked the mouse to play the video again. As the blonde once again rode the huge, black horse's dick, Diane rammed her fist in and out of herself. Instinctively, she spread her fingers open on each pull back send and added sensation through the walls of her vagina. She pumped his fist faster and faster, working to go deeper but realizing that the angle of her arm would not allow it. Then she could feel it. The tingling sensations, turning to a burning, then contractions turning to waves of delight marking her orgasm. She screamed again as she had done a few minutes ago during her first orgasm. The scream echoed throughout the house.
Moments passed as Diane sat resting in the chair, her leg still on the desk and her fist still stuffed inside her. Her breathing slowed and the flushed redness of her flesh started to fade. Then a voice from behind her spoke.
"WOW. I've never seen anything like that in my life."
Startled, Diane spun around to find her husband, Dave, standing there with his erect cock in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other. Dave walked over to her and placed his hand over her hand, which remained inside her. Embarrassed, Diane was speechless. Even after twenty-five years of marriage, giving birth to three kids, and sharing the most humiliating moments of her life with him, being caught in this masturbation scene had totally embarrassed her. Slowly, Dave took her hand and eased it out of her vagina. He knelt down between her legs and slowly began to lick the wetness from her hand and fingers.
"That was absolutely amazing," he murmured, continuing to lick her hand while his other hand stroked his erect cock. Then he lowered his head and softly began to lick her moist pussy, slowly lapping at her enormous labia. The lips of her vagina were enlarged and swollen several times their normal size. The activities of the gangbang, their threesome with Steve, and her self-fisting was obvious on her genitals. Dave tenderly sucked on each lip as he worked his tongue deeper and deeper into her. He moved his tongue up and back and finally focused on the swollen bud of her clitoris.
Diane began to breathe heavily as Dave's tongue flicked and teased her clit. She realized that her masturbation had really turned Dave on. Instead of being embarrassed, she felt a surge of pride and power at being able to get him that hot, especially after all these years. Of course, she did remember that every time she looked at him during the gangbang party, he had a raging erection in his pants. And he had never fucked her as furiously or as wildly as he did when he and Steve shared her after the party. She smiled as she reached out and pulled his face firmly into her crotch, pressing his mouth harder onto her aching cunt.