There are most certainly hundreds of Peggy Sanfords around, but none like this one from Tennessee. For her, sex is like the breath of life. For her, a throbbing cock pumping her mouth full of sweet salty cum is more satisfying than a steak dinner.
Peggy often chuckled to herself that so many people she passed on the street had no idea what a truly sexual animal she was. On the surface, she looked like any average housewife in the grocery store or at the mall. She could look as classy as the country club wife while being so slutty in that designer skirt with no panties underneath and her pussy juice dripping down her thighs. The fact was that her mind was never off of sex and her body was constantly craving it. Even her husband didn't really know her. She was always checking out the guys on the street, especially the black guys, trying to guess the size of their cock and if she could seduce them into an afternoon of super fucking. Her mood was primarily because of her PGAD, a medical condition that had her turned on nearly 24/7, and despite the fact that she sneaked off for sex all the time, she always wanted more.
There were many people that wouldn't appreciate a woman like Peggy. They would have negative thoughts and judgment against her. However there were others, like me, who consider her goddesses. I love to hear her recount her adventures with men, especially the gang bang and orgies that she has hosted. She truly loves gang bangs and taking on a half dozen or more men in an afternoon or evening. The more the merrier, and she'd been doing this since college. Ever since her first gang bang, she knew she had found her special pleasure, which was having a cock in every hole, over and over again. As soon as one pulled out, she was craving another to enter.
So this brings me to her special little adventure the other week. Unfortunately, I wasn't lucky enough to be part of it, but it was something extra special for her because it involved some really famous people.
One day, she got a message on her website profile page from someone who went by the screen name of "Bouncing Balls". He told her his name was really Billy "Crazy Bounce" Jones, a guard on the famous Afro Worldtrotters basketball team. Peggy isn't really a basketball fan, but she had heard of them. They weren't a regular city or college team, but a professional "entertainment" team who essentially played exhibition "games" that were really a comedy show to showcase all sorts of antics, trick shots and skills. Billy's specialty was as a fantastic "ball bouncer" who could evade and humiliate an opposing player with fantastic dribbling skills that delighted the crowd.
Billy told Peggy that he had monitored her profile for months, but hadn't yet asked to friend her. He was very much turned on by her love of having sex with groups of black men and had loved some of the pictures on her page that showed her, legs wide, feet high with some black man's huge cock buried balls deep into her hungry cunt hole. Others showed her devouring black cock down her throat and sucking up pints and quarts of cum. He and the rest of the team loved all of these pictures and vowed that they would love to have some of them on her profile if they could. As luck would have it, they would be playing a charity benefit "game" in her town in about three weeks. Billy messaged her and asked if would like to come to their hotel to meet them, and have a little party together.
"The WHOLE team?" she wrote back with a glimmer of expectation in her eyes. "How many of you are there?"
Billy laughed. He knew her question wasn't because she was apprehensive about taking on the "while team", but because she was excited at the prospect.
He responded, "There are 14 of us total, but at least half the guys are good husbands and don't want to get involved with such a thing. That leaves about 7 of us that want to meet you. If you're really interested, it might be easier to talk on the phone rather than write back and forth. Give me a call so we can talk."
Billy gave her his cell phone number. Peggy immediately grabbed her phone and called. Billy was happy that she did. It gave them a chance to really get to know each other a little better. He told her the day they would arrive in town, a day before the "game" to check out the facilities and talk with the promoter. However, they would have the evening before to host a little gathering at the hotel. He said he would call her the day they got check in and give her the room number.
Peggy's heart was racing at the thought of the team party but had to lay it on the line to Billy. "Listen, I've been a lucky lady for years. In spite of all the playing I've done, I've been careful and only deal with guys I know are disease free. I don't like using condoms because I love all the cum in me and on me so I'll need to see some solid evidence from a reputable hospital or clinic that all you guys have been tested. I don't want a bullshit note from some phony Dr. Feelgood saying that you guys don't have STD.s I want to see real reputable lab reports. I know that may not sound sexy, but those are my rules."
"No problem Sweetie," Billy answered. "We'll be on it. We don't want anything coming our way either so I hope you don't mind if I ask you to do the same thing for us."
Peggy laughed out loud. She had to respect his wishes just as he did hers. They bid each other goodbye and said they should keep in touch as the day approached.
One afternoon, Peggy got a phone call from Billy. "Hey, we're going to arrive in town after lunch sometime the day after tomorrow. We all hope you can come on up that evening to meet us. We all have official paperwork with us that we are safe, sane, and have no nasty microbes to worry about. Do you think you can make it?"
Peggy was chomping at the bit, but didn't want to sound TOO eager. "Just give me a call and I'll make sure my evening is free."
They ended the call and Peggy did a little happy dance at her chance to share herself with at least 6 or 7 hot athletic black men. She had gone online to check out the Worldtrotters and they had the roster of the team members. There were pictures and stats on their height, weight, etc. She wished they also had stats on the size of their cocks and talent of their tongues, but she'd just have to wait on that. She was trying to guess which guys she'd get to be with.
Two days later Billy called to say that the guys had all checked in and that she should meet in his room, number 502, at 8 PM. He wanted to know what she liked to drink. Petty said it didn't really matter but since it was a party, maybe they should have some champagne.
When evening came, she decided to wear a relatively conservative skirt and top, but no panties or bra. She didn't want to look too slutty walking through the lobby, This was one of the better hotels in town and they might actually stop a woman that looked like a professional. However, she loved the delicious feeling of knowing that her sweet damp pussy was so vulnerable to anyone in the lobby or standing next to her on the elevator. When it came to sex, she was certainly no "pro". She knew that she was really better than a pro. Those "professional" women did the bare minimum for whatever money they could get from a client. Peggy fucked and sucked for the pure erotic love of it. Her love of any and all sexual activity showed in her talent. Every guy she was ever with was dumbstruck at her sexual energy.
The elevator stopped at the fifth floor, and she walked down the hall to stop at 502. She knocked and the door swung open. There was Billy. It was the first time she had seen him for real even though she had talked with him and seen his picture. At 6 ft 6, he seemed taller than she had anticipated but she was immediately turned on by his smile and the body that she could sense under the tee shirt and jeans.
"Oh God, Sweet Peggy in the flesh," he said giving her a hug and ushering her into the room. "I am so glad to actually meet you after reading every work of your profile page and drooling over your pictures. Let me introduce you to the guys."
Peggy looked over to the sofa and chairs of the suite as 6 other guys, equally tall and smiled broadly at her.
"Guys, this is Peggy the lady I've been following on Fetlife who adores fucking and sucking black guys. That's good because we all qualify."
Everybody laughed including Peggy.
"Peggy, this is Sid "the finger" Harris. His name comes from the fact that he can spin and balance the ball on one finger as he does all sorts of fun and games on the court.
The dude with the blue shirt is Jason "dunk'it" Jennings. I'm sure you think that name comes from dunking layup shots and most people think that, but it really comes from the fact that he loves to dunk his big dick into the pussies of white women."
Again everybody laughed.
