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.