Test Driving Mercedes
written by:
Brownbagger

Test Driving Mercedes

Mercedes Anderson navigated her Lexus through heavy traffic heading home, lost in thought. She wondered when she really changed her mind about marriage. She loved Preston still, but worried that he really didn't love her or care for her. Things certainly hadn't turned out like she expected them to when she married some seven years earlier. Preston was her knight in shining armor. He offered her security. She wanted love. She wanted him to take care of her.

Still, her desire for protection did not stop Mercedes from getting her Masters and a well-paying position of responsibility. She wrapped herself in her career as Preston did in his. Their relationship became routine, predictable. Then Preston got strange in his behavior toward her. They had always enjoyed a passionate sex life, one which Mercedes appreciated immensely.

Lately, however, Preston had been talking to her about how other men looked at her. And, he'd begun taking pictures of her with his digital camera. Normally she didn't mind him taking pictures of her, but these included nude shots of her in the shower, while she was undressing, when she stretched out on the bed waiting for him to join her, and even some shots of their foreplay. When she finally asked him what he was doing with those pictures, she got the impression from his answer that he was showing them to friends. That bothered her a lot.

Then, what bothered her more was that she also felt a curious fascination that her picture would be ogled by men, and that her husband would be the cause of their prurient interest in her. What was he doing, and why? It confused her, irritated her, and intrigued her all at the same time. She needed to talk with someone.

The opportunity to talk had arisen earlier in the week, when Lori Kessler, one of her friends and coworkers described a party that she went to with her husband. The party turned wild and Lori described getting laid by several different men. Mercedes was startled by Lori's frankness and obvious pleasure in sharing the incident. There were other ladies present listening and laughing, so Mercedes didn't ask the questions that were burning inside her until later. She took Lori aside for coffee later that afternoon.

"Lori, tell me some more about the party."

"Sure, Mercedes. What do you want to know?"

"How did you get there? I mean, what made you decide to go?"

"Doug, my husband, wanted to see me with another man. And he wanted to ... well, fuck another woman. He didn't want to sneak around. We talked about it quite a while, then, tried swapping with another couple we know. After a couple of times with them and another couple, we were invited to this party where you could lose your inhibitions."

"Lose your inhibitions? What do you mean?"

"Well, before long, several people started taking off their clothes. And before you knew it, one couple was fucking. And they weren't married to each other. Some of us watched and others started playing around too. I'd stripped to the waist, and a couple of the men started playing with my tits. Then one of them reached underneath my dress and pulled my panties down. I noticed that Doug was getting his cock sucked, so I just leaned back and let whoever was handy fuck me. And that's how it got going. Before the night was over I'd had several of the men."

Mercedes sipped on her coffee as she thought for a moment. "How did you feel about those men pawing over you?"

"I actually like it. I like the attention, I like the variety, and I really enjoy fucking a lot more than I thought I would."

"And your husband?"

Lori giggled, "He loves fucking too."

"I meant ..."

"I know. He's all wrapped up in his cock. He likes being able to fuck my friends and, of course, me. It's really livened up our sex life."

Mercedes was taken aback by this revelation, and these ideas. She had never imagined that it would be enjoyable. Oh, she liked sex, she just never thought about casually spreading her legs and letting some stranger mount her. But that's what Preston wanted her to do. It intrigued her to think that someone as attractive, intelligent, and nice as Lori Kessler would consider doing that, much less enjoy it.

So, after pondering the problem a day, Mercedes again approached Lori to find out how to get an invitation to a party like that. She decided she wanted to go and see for herself. Lori told her she would set it up.

"I don't have to strip, do I?" Mercedes wanted to leave herself a way out.

"No, of course not."

"What if I don't want to ... uh, well ... uh ..."

"Fuck anyone? Then don't. It's up to you," Lori reassured her. Lori paused a moment to give Mercedes a chance to ask another question. When she didn't, Lori asked, "Will Preston want to?"

Mercedes stared at her friend, trying to comprehend what she was asking. "Will he want to what?"

"Fuck someone."

Mercedes thought about that for a moment. Of course he would want that. "I-I guess so."

"So, how will you feel about that?"

Mercedes wasn't sure. "I don't really know."

Lori leaned forward and put her hand on her friend's arm. "You need to know before you go. If you're not going to like seeing him mount someone else, don't go. I can assure you that he will be willing, even eager to try out fresh meat."

Mercedes stared at Lori, recognizing the truth in her words. "Thanks," she said. "I'll think about it."

Lori leaned back, crossed her legs, as said, "Would you like me to take him?"

Mercedes thought about that for a moment. "You'd be willing to?"

"That's why I go to these things, to get laid."

Mercedes considered that for a moment, then said, "Yes. If he's going to do it with anyone else, I'd like for it to be you first."

Lori nodded in agreement.

That was when Mercedes made up her mind. Now she was turning her Lexus into the neighborhood. Preston had received the invitation to a special party and Mercedes was heading home to change. She had smiled inwardly when Preston asked her to go.

"You're sure you want to do this?" Mercedes had asked.

Preston affirmed his wish.

"You want to see another man make love to me."

Preston affirmed his desire.

"We can go," Mercedes had told him. "I'm not sure I can do it, but we can go."

She turned the Lexus into their driveway. She was home an hour before Preston would show up.

Inside the house, Mercedes prepared for the evening. She took a long, leisurely, hot bath, soaking in the soapy water. She shaved herself, except for a small, dark V patch just above her pussy lips. Lori had suggested that course of action, commenting that the men seemed to love a shaved cunt. Mercedes kept her bush neatly trimmed anyway. She just shaved off more than usual. After the bath, she toweled herself gently and applied perfume and powder, anointing her body with sweet smelling lotion. She dried her hair, her long, luscious, jet-black hair, brushing it to a lustrous sheen. It was silky soft to the touch.

Satisfied with her coiffure, she stood up, removed the towel wrapped around her body and inspected herself in the mirror, testing her firm, lightly upturned, perky breasts. Her nipples quickly hardened, to her surprise. She turned her slender body and checked the soft curve of her muscular, jutting buttocks. Mercedes kept herself in shape by working out diligently. She did it because Preston liked her that way. Well, she liked herself that way as well. Satisfied with her inspection, her eyes gazed upon the conjunction of her legs, the treasure that men sought. Momentarily she wondered why. She liked that they did, of course, but she wondered at the mystery of it all.

Finally she looked at her exquisite face, her deep piercing baby blue eyes. Those were the eyes that dazzled men, but she didn't know it. She was looking into her soul, wondering if this was the thing to do. Carefully, she applied make up that she truly didn't need, but that would accentuate her wondrous natural beauty. After about 10 minutes of pampering herself, Mercedes applied bright red lipstick that positively lit up her face. She glowed with beauty and oozed with charm. The shade of red on her lips exactly matched the painted nails on her toes and fingers.

Mercedes stood, moved over to the full-length mirror and gave herself one final inspection, putting her hands on her hips, spreading her legs slightly, twisting her body to get different angles. She was flawless, but uncertain. She touched up here and there with spots of powder or ointment.

Still not satisfied, but feeling the need to move on, she selected her jewelry - a charming gold anklet, a pearl necklace studded with diamonds, dangling diamond earrings for her pierced ears, a pearl bracelet to match her necklace for her right wrist. Finally she picked up her wedding band and diamond ring. She looked at her rings thoughtfully, then, stared at her image in the mirror as if looking for reassurance. The dazzling nude image reflected back at her. Mercedes touched her nipples, still hardened. She ran her hand down her body to test the valley between her legs. It was moist. Her body betrayed her. It knew what she was doing, and it approved. She slipped her rings, the ones Preston had given her, on her finger. She sighed at the image, wondering about her body's reactions.

Abruptly, she turned her attention to the clothes she had carefully laid out: skimpy white panties, a half-slip, and a sleeveless white dress that would show cleavage. No bra. No stockings. She'd already decided that. There were red high-heeled shoes to match her painted toes, nails, and lips. Mercedes carefully slipped into her white dress, putting it on first. She fitted her breasts snuggly within the cloth, noting the imprints her nipples made on the cloth. She twirled around, sashaying the dress for effect. She liked the way it highlighted her curves, clinging to her body in just the right places, and accenting her tiny waist. Next, she picked up her tiny panties and pulled them up. Finally she tossed away the slip, deciding at the last minute that it was extra and unnecessary. Then, slipping on her shoes, she moved out, heading downstairs.

Preston had come home. He took one look at her and said, "Wow!"

It was a simple and effective approval, and was exactly what she was looking for. "Hurry and get ready," she said.

Preston dashed upstairs, showered, changed and was back downstairs in twenty minutes. He was eager. "You look fabulous," he told his lovely wife. She smiled at him. She wanted him to appreciate her beauty and to realize what he was offering up tonight to some stranger. She did notice that he was dressed in a casual shirt and loose-fitting pants.

They took Preston's car to the location, following directions that he had printed out. They chit-chatted mostly about work as they drove. Mercedes provided wifely navigational assistance along the way. At the right address, they turned into a long drive and approached a stately looking building. Preston parked the car. He retrieved the invitation so they could get in. They walked arm-in-arm toward the front door, listening to the muffled music, their hearts pounding with excitement, apprehension, and tension.

The couple was greeted at the door by a balding, middle-aged man. He took their invitation, introduced himself as Randal Greenwood, and directed them toward a large room, already filled with people laughing and chattering. The music deadened conversation so only scatterings of phrases and words could be established. Mercedes and Preston moved toward the mini-bar at the far end of the room. Preston drank very lightly when he was driving, taking alcohol early, then non-alcoholic beverages as the evening wore on. Mercedes wanted to keep a clear head about her, so she accepted one drink, resolving not to drink the rest of the evening.

Mercedes became aware that eyes were following them. "Fresh meat," she thought, but a tingle of interest fluttered in her bosom, to her surprise and apprehension. She sensed lust running rampant in the room. There were beautiful women everywhere, and eager men. She tried to ascertain how many were present, but lost count after thirty. People mingled, laughing, talking, and drinking. Mercedes detected a faint aroma of tobacco and realized that there was another room, a smoking room, full of people.

Lori spotted Mercedes and came over to greet her. Mercedes introduced Lori to Preston and noticed Preston's eyes light up with interest. Lori was an attractive blond, to be sure, and she was dressed to entice and entrap. Preston was already following the lure with his eyes. Mercedes was amused. Lori took them around introducing them to different people.

After a while, less than an hour, really, Mercedes settled in and was more comfortable, despite the raucous happenings all around her. Mercedes noticed a couple across the room making out passionately, already in the first stages of undressing. Lori navigated Mercedes and Preston into another, smaller room with about fifteen other people there. The music wasn't as loud and people welcomed Lori. She motioned for a handsome young man to come over.

"This is my husband, Doug," Lori said. "Doug, meet Preston and Mercedes Anderson."

Doug and Preston shook hands and spoke greetings. Doug turned his attention to Mercedes. She noticed his eyes gleaming, or were they leering, as he smiled at her, saying, "It's certainly a pleasure to meet you. I hope the pleasure is mutual before the evening is over."

Mercedes was taken aback at his forwardness, but she understood that Lori would have certainly told him about her. She smiled faintly and allowed him to visually inspect her body. Why was it that men always looked at her breasts? She grew aware that her breasts were disclosing her secrets as her nipples had hardened and imprinted the cloth covering them. She blushed involuntarily. Doug took her hand. She felt electricity pass between them. Her body went on total alert, tingling in exotic places.

Doug led her over to the couch and invited her to sit down. Preston followed, sitting on the end next to Mercedes. Doug sat on the other side. Mercedes crossed her legs and smoothed her skirt so that it reached her knee. She crossed her arms to partially conceal her bosom and left her wedding band exposed for all to see.

Doug was trying to talk to Mercedes, but the noise and activities were too distracting. Finally they settled down to watch an attractive lady named Emma flirting outrageously with two men near the other couch. Mercedes asked Doug if either of the men were her husband. Doug shook his head, pointing to a man in the corner playing with another woman's breasts. "That's her husband over there," Doug told her.

Mercedes became aware that Randal Greenwood, who had greeted them at the door, materialized in the room, possessing a camera. As she glanced around, she realized that several people had digital cameras and that they were taking pictures of the activities.

Mercedes and Preston watched with fascination tinged with disbelief as the men playing with Emma began disrobing her. Mercedes glanced over in the corner, checking to see if Emma's husband had any reaction to his wife's breasts being exposed. Mercedes discovered that he was otherwise occupied and distracted by the woman he was with. She was on her knees before him, sucking his cock. Although they were 12 or 15 feet from the couch, Mercedes realized this was the first time she'd witnessed this sex act live. She stared at that action for a moment before returning her attention to Emma.

Emma was now down to her panties, stockings and garter belt. Her dress was in a pile over by the end table. What's more, she was tugging at one of her paramours' belt and pants, trying to get them undone while her other man had his pants around his ankles. His rather impressive cock was pointing obscenely at Emma's rear. Other partygoers were encouraging him, yelling, "Go, Andy." That's how Mercedes learned his name.

Mercedes stared at his cock with fascination. It was the first one other than her husband's she'd ever seen in person, well other than Emma's husband across the room. Andy's was much closer and more clearly visible to Mercedes. She forced herself not to react, although her crossed leg involuntarily began swinging. Self-consciously, she glanced at her husband sitting next to her. Preston's eyes were glued on Emma's attractive posterior. He squirmed as Emma finally extracted the cock from the other set of trousers. Preston leaned toward Mercedes to watch Emma bend over and start sucking that cock.

Andy tapped Emma on the inside of her thighs, encouraging her to spread her legs. Emma did so without missing a beat sucking the other cock. When Andy positioned his cock to enter Emma, Mercedes unexpectedly sucked in her breath, her eyes glued to the joining. Her breathing quickened without her permission as Andy invaded Emma. Mercedes was riveted on the coupling and she noticed Emma's low moan of approval despite the noise around them that continued unabated. Mercedes found herself embarrassed at the intimate act performed just a few feet from where she was sitting.

Soon Andy was rocking back and forth, his long pole sliding in and out of the attractive blond. Mercedes was suddenly aware that her crossed leg was rocking in rhythm with Andy's thrusts. Self consciously, Mercedes uncrossed her legs, then re-crossed them, shifting from the left to the right leg swinging. Her dress rode up a few inches when she switched legs, but she wouldn't unclasp her arms to straighten the dress.

Doug's arm, which had been on the back of the couch, slipped down around Mercedes' shoulders. She didn't flinch. He was paying close attention to Mercedes and noticed her shift legs. He was encouraged when she didn't alter the hem line of her dress. He wanted to lean over and say something to the beauty beside him, but was distracted by the rise and fall of her breasts as her breathing quickened.

Mercedes glanced around and noticed that several other women had begun shedding their clothing, as had half of the men. By now, Emma's husband was drilling the woman in the corner. Both of them were standing, a fact that amazed Mercedes. The woman just had one leg hiked up in the air and Emma's man was pumping away. The smile on the woman's face indicated her obvious enjoyment.

A hot looking lady approached the other couch. Her pink flowered dress was off her shoulders, exposing her firm breasts. She had tucked the skirt portion of the dress up around her waist, exposing her bare bottom and neatly trimmed bush. She leaned over and kissed Doug before moving on to the man sitting on the couch next to where Emma was getting cock from both ends. There she unfastened the man's pants, took out his cock and began sucking that.

Lori appeared in front of Preston, Mercedes, and Doug, clad only in her panties and heels. She sat down on the floor in front of Preston, crossing her arms on his knees. She rested her chin on her arms and glanced back and forth between Preston and Mercedes. "Having fun?" she asked.

"Yes," Preston responded. Mercedes merely nodded.

"Would you like to have more fun?" Lori directed the question at Preston. His eyes widened.

"Yeah, sure," Preston murmured, glancing hesitantly at Mercedes. His wife didn't respond.

Lori moved her hand toward the lump in Preston's trousers, glancing over to Mercedes, checking her out. Mercedes looked back, directly into Lori's eyes and nodded almost imperceptibly. Thus encouraged, Lori gripped Preston's mass with one hand, and tugged on his belt with the other, easily unfastening his pants. She extracted his manhood and stroked it, looking up Preston's torso to make sure he was watching. Of course he was. She tightened her grip on his firm stalk and moved her mouth toward it.

Mercedes watched this activity with great interest. To her knowledge, this was the first time someone else had handled her husband's cock. At least, she wasn't aware of it if anyone else had. Now she was about to witness him getting a blow job from her friend. She felt a twitch of anticipation and moistened her lips unconsciously. Her crossed leg waggled involuntarily. She felt Doug tighten his arm about her, but did not protest. She sucked in her breath sharply when Lori's lips encircled her husband's throbbing probe.

Preston leaned his head back and shifted his body as he enjoyed the attention Lori was giving his cock. He moved his arm, which had been on the back of the couch, to encircle Mercedes. As he did so, he encountered Doug's arm already around her. Surprised, he stiffened and glanced at his wife. He suddenly felt self-conscious with his wife sitting there watching him get his cock sucked by a very attractive young blond. If Lori hadn't been so effective with her lips and tongue, he might have lost his concentration. But the realization that this beautiful woman was performing fellatio on him while his wife was watching was more stimulating than disconcerting.

Doug and Mercedes watch intently as Lori's head bobbed up and down on Preston's phallus. Mercedes squirmed. Doug took this as cuddling up to him and moved his left hand across his chest in an attempt to caress a breast. Mercedes didn't move her crossed arms or help him in any way. Doug teased her bare flesh at her shoulders.

Lori bobbed her head and her hair waved to and fro rhythmically as she sucked enthusiastically. Preston was gasping and panting by now, his hips gyrating as he enjoyed her talented mouth. She ran her tongue the length of his shaft, tracing the engorged veins. Then she backed off, sitting on the floor. She tugged at his pants.

Mercedes resisted the urge to help, to grab Preston's cock and suck it. Instead she move a hand to his bare leg as Lori successfully maneuvered his pants and briefs down to his ankles. Doug took advantage of Mercedes abandoning her crossed arm position and awkwardly invaded her bodice in an attempt to capture a breast.

Mercedes wasn't sure whether to be irritated or amused at his clumsiness. This reminded her of high school days when different beaus would grope at her. She usually allowed them to get a feel, before cutting them off. This was different, however. In high school, they would feel around alone and in the dark. Now it was crowded and moderately lit. And cameras were clicking. And music mixed with laughter, talking, moaning, and related noises filled the air. Finally, Mercedes shifted her body slightly so Doug could achieve his objective. A breast was apprehended.

Lori noticed Doug's progress and smiled at Mercedes. She looked back at Preston. "What now, big fella?" she queried. "You want some more? Or someone else, perhaps?"

"N-no, you're fine," Preston mumbled inanely.

"Well, then," Lori moved closer to him, her delectable bare breasts teasing his thighs, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Preston glanced at Mercedes and realized that Doug had his hand inside her dress top playing with a breast. Mercedes had stopped swinging her leg and now had both feet on the floor. She turned her head to Preston and said, "Go ahead and fuck her. That's what you want to do."

Preston looked back at Lori and said, "I want to fuck you."

Lori grinned and slowly moved her body up his. At the same time, she reached over and touched Mercedes' knee, slipping her hand under the raven-haired beauty's dress. With her left hand, Lori grabbed Preston's cock. Somehow, she continued slithering up his body and her hand continued creeping up Mercedes' leg. She made it to the apex of Mercedes' thigh about the same time her breast came into contact with Preston's mouth.

Mercedes was surprised that her friend was running her hand up her dress, but she made no move to stop her.

Doug leaned over and spoke softly in her ear. "And I want to fuck you," he told her.

Mercedes turned to him and looked into his eyes. She pulled his hand from inside her dress. "Yes, I can see you do," she replied pragmatically. She glanced down where Lori had bunched her dress up near her waist, exposing her long thighs and a touch of her white panties. 'After all,' she thought to herself, 'that's why we came tonight, to get fucked.'

Doug followed her gaze and dropped his now free hand to her lap, caressing her bare thigh, pulling the garment higher.

Lori, by now, had grasped Preston's head and was holding him tightly to her breasts as he suckled her alert nipples. She straddled his leg, her knee touching Mercedes.

Mercedes ignored Doug's hand moving steadily toward her treasure, or at least she tried to. She watched Lori settle astride Preston's hips and measure his manhood by pressing it against her belly. Lori was panting approvingly at what Preston was doing.

Mechanically, Mercedes slightly parted her legs and Doug reached pay dirt. There he discovered what Mercedes already knew, that she was damp with desire. She was truly hot and her moisture belied her cool exterior. Mercedes wanted to witness the penetration. After all, she had a grand view right next to Preston as Lori spread her legs over him. Finally Lori raised herself up, moved her panties aside to provide access to her treasure trough and lined him up to penetrate her.

Cameras clicked and whirred as Lori placed one hand on the back of the couch, the other on Preston's shoulder and sank down, taking half of him in her. "O-o-oh-h," she moaned approvingly, tossing her head and half shutting her eyes. She raised herself up and lowered again, engulfing more of his mass this time. Soon she was bouncing up and down on his probe, taking him deeply inside her. Gasps, moans, and groans filled the air, and not just from Preston and Lori. After staring at Preston's invasion of her friend Lori, Mercedes glanced around the room and discovered that all the women she could see were either fucking or sucking, or both. Mercedes realized that she was the only female in the room fully clothed. Actually, that thought gave her a sense of satisfaction. She never did like going along with the crowd.

She returned her attention to her own predicament. Her husband, sitting next to her was fucking away at her friend, Lori. Lori's husband, Doug, had one arm around her and the other hand up her dress, pressing against her juicy pussy. She had come here tonight dressed to kill, eminently fuckable, with nothing on but her heels, her panties and her dress. She knew that Preston wanted to see her get fucked by someone else in the worst way. She was witnessing him doing the deed right now. Suddenly, she whirled her head to face Doug and gripped his arm with her left hand as if to push it away from her pleasure box. Instead, she grabbed his neck with her right hand and pulled him to her, kissing him passionately. Their tongues tangled immediately.

Doug pulled her close to him and boldly explored her crevices around and through her panties. He looped his fingers around that skimpy cloth and tugged at it. Mercedes shifted so the garment would slip from her hips. She felt it whoosh down her legs past her knees. Doug's hand swiftly returned to her valley and Mercedes kicked at the panties restraining her, trying to get her legs free from the garment. His touch on her most intimate part electrified her, especially with the knowledge that it was not her husband touching her there.

Hands materialized to assist her with her panty problem, untangling them from her heels and tossing them aside. She didn't know whose they were at the time, but later learned from pictures that they belonged to Andy, the guy who'd been fucking Emma. He had finished with her and was watching the activity on the couch while his long, semi-erect cock waggled obscenely in front of him. Other hands worked the zipper on the back of her dress and helped move the garment off of her shoulders. She shifted her body, allowing the garment to fall, slipping it down her arms in the process. Now her dress was gathered at her waist and her exquisitely firm, upturned breasts were bare for all to see. Her nipples had been erect all evening and they were now as well.

Lori was still bouncing up and down on Preston's probe, enjoying a thorough fucking. Still, she was able to perceive Andy's actions and calculate that he was contemplating joining in on the Mercedes action. Lori had promised Doug that she would do all she could to make sure he was the first one to fuck her friend, so, in the midst of her action with Preston, she reached for Andy's cock. Andy saw her motion and moved so she could achieve her objective. Soon she was sucking his cock and fucking Preston, trying to keep both men occupied.

Other men, however, had noticed that Mercedes had finally gotten involved. They'd seen her panties removed and were now circling the couch like they were stalking a prey. They recognized that Doug had staked a claim on the new girl, and were willing to respect that, but they wanted to be handy when the conquest was complete.

Mercedes was initially oblivious to all the guys. Instead she finally released Doug's arm and sought his cock. When she found it, she rubbed it through his pants. When she began fumbling with his belt, Doug broke off the kiss and helped her with the task. That's when Mercedes noticed a half-dozen cocks standing around her, all pointing in her general direction. She also noticed Lori fucking Preston and sucking Andy right next to her. As she surveyed the cocks aiming for her, comprehension swept over her. Then, she knew that she was going to be invaded by a number of those cocks, and, at this point, there was nothing she could do to stop it. She concluded that she was no longer interested in stopping. She was hot for cock, and it was surrounding her. She determined to lay back and enjoy it.

She looked into Doug's eyes. "Come on, big boy," she said, pulling him to her as she leaned back toward Preston, spreading her legs and pulling her dress up around her waist. "Fuck me! Fuck the hell out of me. Come fuck my brains out. I want you, and I want you now." She draped one leg with its bright red shoe over the back of the couch. The other fell off the couch to the floor, for stability. Her breasts heaved with her breathing, and her neatly trimmed jet black bush beckoned to all. Just below that dark V, Mercedes' prize lay exposed, awaiting a delightful plunder.

Doug was thrilled and quickly shed his pants so he could line himself up between her extended legs. Preston was shocked to hear his wife talk that way and spread her legs willingly for someone she'd just met tonight.

Mercedes put her left hand on Doug's shoulder. With her right hand she reached for his cock and guided it to her treasure trough. Doug stopped her there and took over, running his manhood up and down her slit, teasing her clit in the process. Mercedes wiggled with delight and anticipation. The cocks closed in on the couch. Lori stopped sucking Andy, but continued fucking Preston. The noise abated in expectation of a sweet invasion.

Doug aimed his spear at her tiny fissure and pressed gently into her, submerging the head of his cock. She was incredibly tight but well lubricated.

"A-a-a-ah-h-h," Mercedes softly moaned, grasping his other shoulder with her right hand. Her eyes rolled up to look at Preston. He was watching intently. She caught a flash of the rings on her left hand, further reminder of Preston, as she fixed her gaze on the union of their two bodies and the incursion that was taking place. She sucked in her breath as he pushed further into her. Cameras clicked and whirred. Mercedes was acutely aware that this most intimate act, for the first time with someone other than her husband, was on display for all to see. That thought suddenly energized her and she gasped and lurched her hips upward in a counter charge, entrapping more of Doug's cylinder.

Everyone noticed the move and approving ooh's and a-ah's, arose from the crowd. Doug grew more excited and began retreating and thrusting. Mercedes matched his retreat and countered his thrusts. Soon they were fucking passionately, slamming their bodies together in a frenzy of motion, burying the probe deep within her body with each furious charge. Cheers and words of encouragement flooded Mercedes and Doug as they gasped, groaned, and cried out in passion from the effort.

Preston was so overwhelmed with their activity that he thrust deeply into Lori and exploded into her. Lori's cries of joy and satisfaction mingled with those of Mercedes, Doug, and Preston. The cheers and shouts added to the din. Mercedes went crazy beneath Doug, pitching and bucking and giving him the ride of his life. She slipped her arms around him and clasped her ankles behind him, pulling him back in every time he would retreat.

"Yes, yes, yes-s-s-s," she cried over and over, mixing in "Oh, gawd, oh, oh, oh, oh gawd fuck me."

Doug had been too worked up to hold back his response to her writhing encouragement and animated copulation. He lurched, gasped, and flooded her sink hole with his seed. His muscular buttocks kept flinching as he was grinding into her, surging with his release. The pressure he brought crushed her clitoris and gave her an exploding orgasm which accelerated her screams and writhing. She bucked and pitched her body against his to keep the pressure on her pleasure button. Bursts of pleasure engulfed her body. Her cries of ecstasy announced her obvious orgasm to the attentive audience. She was a glorious wildcat and an incredible fuck, and everybody noticed. Now they wanted a piece of that action.

Doug remained deeply embedded in Mercedes as their activity ebbed and she began cooing her pleasure. She tried to clear her head. Her body tingled all over with the afterglow of the orgasm, intensified, no doubt, by the presence of an approving audience. She relaxed her ankles and allowed one leg to drop to the floor, keeping the other resting on his hamstring. Doug raised himself, keeping his groin in contact with hers. Mercedes smiled at him. Doug leaned down to kiss her. She responded with a tender embrace.

"Was it good for you?" Doug whispered in her ear.

"Most definitely, kind sir," Mercedes responded.

"Are you ready for some more?"

"Most definitely, kind sir," she repeated, smiling. She released her grip on him.

Doug slowly dismounted from her, extracting his semi-flaccid instrument from her mantrap. He got up from the couch and admired his handiwork, excess cream decorating Mercedes' pussy, mingled among her bush and oozing from her hole.

Mercedes left her legs spread, allowing Doug to inspect her, feeling a curious satisfaction that she had pleased her sex partner. She immediately recognized that it had been just a raw sex act, enjoyable, but a pure performance of animal passion. She half expected another man to immediately take his place, not realizing that she had the choice in the matter, since so many were eager. She looked around, first at the faces. Some were leering, others eager, and one had a puppy-dog, almost pleading look on his face. She almost laughed at the thought, but then decided on him. She held up a finger, crooked it and motioned for him to come to her.

Others stepped aside for him. Mercedes shifted her gaze to the cocks. All were erect, standing tall and proud. Some of the men were gripping their cocks, while others just let it hang. Her new paramour arrived and settled between her legs, holding his cock. Mercedes, for the first time in her life, had a basis for comparison, and she could tell this man had a long cock, longer than either Doug or Preston. She raised her eyebrows at her perception and reached for the instrument of pleasure.

Preston had recovered from his encounter with Lori and was watching his wife's switch of lovers with a curious mixture of excitement, wonder, and curiosity. Lori had moved off, taking Andy with her. They were in the process of mating, but only the preliminary stages. Emma had moved over in front of Preston and was playing with his cock, sucking it back to life. Preston's focus, however, remained on Mercedes as she handled this stranger's cock.

Mercedes still had her legs spread, but shifted to her side so she could bend herself to get a closer look at this incredible specimen. She had her left hand wrapped around it, and more was exposed than her hand covered. She was impressed. She'd never been concerned with size, thinking discussions about that were silly. Now, however, she wanted to see what that monster would feel like inside her. She wondered curiously at that thought, but determined to plow ahead, or at least have him plow her. She looked up at him, checking out his puppy-dog eyes. "What's your name?" she asked.

"Alfonzo," he replied. "What's yours?"

Mercedes realized that he was Chicano, perhaps Mexican-American. She'd never been racist, but had never considered fucking one before. "Mercedes," she replied to his question.

"Hmm, I always wanted to drive a Mercedes," he said. "I guess I'll have to settle for fucking one."

Mercedes noticed his accent, and it intrigued her. "Kiss me first," she demanded.

Alfonzo leaned into her and kissed her, tasting her lipstick, thrusting his tongue into her throat. When they broke off the kiss, he said, "You taste good, Senora. You smell good, too. I'll bet your pussy tastes good."

Mercedes' eyes widened as he lowered his face to her freshly fucked pussy and began lashing her furrow with his talented tongue. He kneeled on the floor in front of her, continuing to bring her unexpected pleasure. She wrapped a leg over his shoulder and gripped his head with her hands, oohing and cooing. Alfonzo continued this for several minutes, bringing Mercedes to the brink. She shifted her buttocks, gasping with pleasure and excitement. "Oh, oh, oh gawd, don't stop," she commanded. He was working her body expertly. She pounded her heel against his back.

"Ow," Alfonzo exclaimed, raising his head. She still had her red heels on. "Take off those shoes, mi amora, before you kill me with those spikes."

Mercedes laughed, panting. She reached down and slipped off the offending shoe. The other one was still on the floor and Alfonso helped her remove it. Mercedes took advantage of the distraction to glance at Preston. His cock was halfway down Emma's throat, but he was watching his wife with keen interest. Mercedes leaned forward and pulled her dress up over her shoulders, handing it to a nearby male. Now she was completely naked, save for her anklet chain, her wedding rings, her pearl necklace, and her diamond earrings. She gripped Alfonzo by the ears and said, "C'mere, Alfonso, and test drive this Mercedes." She tugged at him, spreading her legs and lifting them into the air.

Alfonso settled between her legs, guiding his long pole toward her love canal. He made contact with her docking station and pushed his way in, enjoying her surprising tightness, considering she'd just been fucked. Alfonso leaned into her, placing one hand on the back of the couch to brace himself. With the other hand, he played with her breasts.

Mercedes moaned her approval. She loved it when Preston played with her breasts. She also enjoyed the massive missile that was sliding into her. The combination of sensations tantalized her already sensitive body. Alfonso rocked back, withdrawing most of his member from her. Then he surged into her, further and deeper than his initial thrust. Mercedes gasped and groaned approvingly. Another retreat, then another push penetrated even further, eliciting another gasp from the slender beauty. She felt her insides being displaced, but she loved every inch that was within her. She glanced down at their union and discovered he was only halfway in her. Mercedes gasped and groaned in anticipation. "Oh, gawd, fuck me. Fuck me," she pleaded. Her widely spread legs flailed in the air, her bright red painted toes curled.

Alfonso pulled back one more time, and shoved his manhood in her all the way to the hilt. Their bodies collided. Mercedes screamed with delight. Alfonso picked up the pace to the lady's delight, sawing that sausage in and out of her. Mercedes wiggled and squirmed, fucking him back. Her breasts jiggled in time with Alfonso's pumping phallus. She gurgled, grunted, groaned, and moaned, urging him to keep on fucking.

Preston was so turned on by his wife getting fucked by this stranger that he almost shot off into Emma while she was sucking him. When she urged him off of the couch to mount her on the floor, he went along with her, but he kept watching his wife's legs waving in the air while the Chicano pounded away at her. Preston was also fascinated by her squeals, pants, and demands that Alfonso keep fucking her.

Emma got on her hands and knees in front of Preston, backing up to him so he could enter her doggy-style. Preston lined himself up and invaded Emma's snatch. He began rocking in and out of her, but he was watching his wife all the while. Emma moaned her approval. Mercedes kept gasping and squealing like a stuck pig. Another man slipped onto the couch beside her, in Preston's place. He watched Mercedes getting fucked for a short while, then, he began playing with one of her breasts. Preston was turned on watching two men with Mercedes. He began fucking Emma harder and faster.

Mercedes concentrated on the piston plunging in and out of her, but took pleasure in the extra hand on her breast. She didn't flinch when another hand took hers and guided it to the nearby cock. She grasped it and began tugging at it without missing a stroke in her merger with Alfonso.

Alfonso was wearing himself out fucking this marvelous, insatiable beauty. He slowed down some, to collect his strength for a renewed and welcome assault on Mercedes. She took advantage of his abatement and shifted over on her side, enabling her to pull the cock in her hand to her lips. Alfonso withdrew from her and repositioned himself to enter her. They were spooned on the couch, Alfonso entering her from behind, giving Preston an unfettered view of the penetration into his wife. Alfonso held Mercedes leg up in the air as he entered her again.

Preston continued rocking in and out of Emma as he watched Alfonso bury his phallus deep inside Mercedes. Alfonso pumped hard in and out, while Mercedes whimpered around the cock she enthusiastically sucked. Suddenly Alfonso stiffened and plunged deep within Mercedes, plumbing her to new depths. Mercedes lifted her head, her glazed eyes half closed. Her mouth formed a delicate crimson circle as she reacted to the pleasure her paramour was bringing her. "O-o-ooh," she gasped. Alfonso exploded inside her, flooding her with his issue. "A-a-a-ah-h," she responded, as she hunched her body against Alfonso's penetration, incredibly absorbing his full length as she felt her entrails displaced by his bulk.

Alfonso's surges ebbed and Mercedes returned to sucking the cock she clasped. Alfonso's legs quivered as he awkwardly caressed Mercedes' breasts. Soon his shrinking phallus and his uncomfortable position dictated that he withdraw from her, trailing a stream of cream down her thigh as he did so.

Witnessing that, Preston lost it and erupted inside Emma, to her great delight. He gasped, surging and pressing against her, his pubic hairs tickling her anus. Emma giggled her approval as Preston, wavered, wobbled and fell back, evacuating her in the process. Emma moaned her disappointment, then, giggled as another vied for her attention.

Preston, meanwhile, had never quite lost his focus on his wife. Astonishment is an inadequate description of Preston's feelings as he watched Mercedes encouraging another stranger to mount her. By this time she was on her knees on the couch, still slurping the lollipop belonging to the man sitting in Preston's spot on the couch. Another was settling in behind Mercedes, aiming his probe at her soggy slot. Bewilderment, perhaps wonder, creased Preston's brow as the potent penis penetrated Mercedes.

Preston's view took in the diamond-studded pearl necklace around her neck, swaying in unison with her firm breasts and with each penetrating thrust. He also observed the anklet decorating her ankle. Her toes were curling, the brightly painted red nails in sharp contrast to the white couch. Her left hand clasped the cock she was sucking, but Preston caught a glint of the diamond ring on her finger winking at him as it captured reflected light. Her diamond earrings swayed tauntingly as she bobbed her head up and down on the stalk.

Then, Preston became aware that the stalk implanted in her mouth was erupting, shooting love juice into her throat. Excess cream gushed out of her mouth, embellishing the ruby red lipstick she imprinted on the surging cock. Gasps of satisfaction flowed from the proud possessor of that stalk simultaneously with the spurts of semen. Mercedes swallowed what she could and let the rest run down her cheek and chin.

Mercedes moaned as she absorbed the cock penetrating her from behind. In front of her, another cock replaced the one that had just flooded her throat. Preston watched as a parade of men line up to service his beautiful wife.

After a while Lori brought reinforcements and distracted the men from Mercedes. Preston calculated that nine different cocks had driven deep into her pussy, and he lost count of the number she had sucked. He sat there both dumbfounded and exhilarated that his wife had actually pulled a train and he got to see it.

Lori came back and suggested that he take her to one of the bathrooms where she could clean up. She offered to go with her, but Preston said he'd take care of it. He gathered her dress and shoes and his own clothes and helped Mercedes to a nearby bathroom.

"Are you happy?" Mercedes asked.

"Very," Preston reassured her. He helped wipe as much of the semen as he could from her body. They never did find her panties. Someone had evidently confiscated them as a souvenir. Mercedes resigned herself to slipping on the dress as the sole garment she would wear home. She put her shoes back on and waited while Preston dressed. Shortly after emerging from the bathroom, they left the party.

When they arrived at home, they showered together, and made love. Preston reclaimed his prize, and Mercedes understood that things would never be the same. She'd experienced more cock than she thought possible, and her curiosity was aroused. At that's the story of how Mercedes Anderson was first taken out for a test drive. It wouldn't be the last.