Vivian Laaning Ch. 31

As her junior year at the University of Wisconsin was winding down, Vivian made plans to end the school year with a bang; both figuratively and literally! Her final exam of the term was on the Friday morning of the Mother's Day weekend. Her two favorite fuck buddies, Nigel Koeninger and Khalil Ford had their final exam that afternoon.

Accordingly, Vivian approached them to suggest the three of them celebrate the end of the academic year by booking a room in a fine hotel in Madison for the Friday and Saturday after their exams. They could designate this as a farewell fuck orgy, if you will, since the three of them would be parting their separate ways. She was suggesting perhaps the Crowne Plaza, on East Washington Ave., would do. She even offered to split the cost.

Since Nigel and Khalil were graduating, a celebratory farewell fuck was most welcome, in their viewpoint. They gentlemanly declared the cost would be borne by them; since to their minds it was the honorable thing to do. They especially liked the idea that the marathon sex weekend would take place in a superior hotel.

The plan got modified shortly after it was formed. Erica contacted Vivian by phone to advise that her mother-in-law was planning on coming down to Madison to do some special shopping on that very Friday. Erica suggested:

"I know that that particular day is your last day at school so I got her to agree to take me along, with the idea I would return with you."

Vivian seeing through Erica's intention had to inquire:

"I take it that you and Matt are not getting along?"

"That would be the understatement of the year, sis. Matthew hasn't fucked me for over two months. My fingers sure are getting sore from unnatural overuse. So I'm way overdue for some good fucking. If none of your fuck buddies are available I suggest we take our chances picking up some cock at a singles bar, before we return to Lydiaville."

"Not to worry my sweet sister, my two black lovers are indeed available. In fact we are booking a room for two nights at the Crowne Plaza for a marathon non stop sex session. I'm fairly certain that they would not balk at having my prettier sister included in our end of semester festivities."

Erica needless to say reacted enthusiastically:

"Hot dog, Vivian! You've come through for me, like I had hoped. I'm already soaking wet just contemplating this upcoming special weekend."

Subsequently, Vivian got in touch with Nigel and asked:

"Do you object if my sister, join in on our planned end of the semester festivities. I'm positive that you and Khalil will like her. I can honestly say Erica is much prettier than me and she is a blonde. I understand you black studs dig blondes."

Nigel replied:

"Do we ever? Some of our black sisters have been known to dye their hair blonde; some have achieved good results, but others not so much. Certainly your sister is most welcome. And you say she is prettier than you. How can that be? I know Khalil and certainly I admire your good looks, amongst your other merits."

"Very gallant of you to say so."

The plan got modified yet again. It transpired that Nigel's brother, Rod, who was a defensive back for the Miami Dolphins suddenly got traded to the Chicago Bears. He had driven up to Chicago to meet his new team and hunt for a place to reside. Since he was in the neighborhood so to speak, he volunteered to pick up Nigel and drive him back to Charlotte. When Rod was apprized by the entertainment his brother had in mind he voiced no objection. When Nigel advised Vivian of this new change of plan, as expected she had no problem in accepting. Then Nigel tried the same ploy that Vivian used about her sister as he said:

"You should like my brother as he's definitely more good looking than me."

However Vivian surprised him with an unexpected mischievous response:

"Hah! That shouldn't be too difficult, since you're ugly as sin."

Nigel knew especially by her tone that Vivian was teasing so he replied in a similar tone:

"Yes! Well at least my cock is as good looking as his."

"That's marvelous then! Because I sure am attracted to your cock. I love it when it's in my mouth. I even want it up my ass. And I especially like it in my cunt fucking the shit out of me!"

"I guess that makes up for my being ugly as sin?"

"Oh ya Nigel! Your cock makes up for all your deficiencies."

They both laughed at the hyperbole. The plan then for the ultimate sex marathon was set, and each participant had a happy anticipation.

As prearranged on that Friday, Erica met Vivian in front of the Crowne Plaza Hotel at 1:00 PM. They completed registration for a suite accommodating five adults. The suite was already paid for by Rod via telephone purchase. The latter had insisted on paying as befitting for the only one of the group that was actually earning substantial wages. After they entered the suite, Vivian with Erica's help prepared the room in accordance with some of the plans she had in mind for the marathon orgy.

The sisters then repaired to a salon for a manicure, pedicure and a Brazilian wax. Up to now both Vivian and Erica were content to trim their pubic hair minimally so as not to detract from the enticing allure of their natural bush. For this occasion, though, they felt something more tantalizing was needed. Once the painful wax job was done, both sisters were delighted with the results.

Having all hair follicles removed from their body, with exception of head, provided for an extra sleek female appearance. Especially attractive were their pussies. With their pubic hair missing, their outer labia lips protruded prominently displaying a mouth watering image that would be irresistible to most heterosexual males; lesbians as well for that matter.

As both Erica and Vivian were of the same tall height, from the neck down their bodies were carbon copies of each other despite the five years age difference. Thus, when they looked at each other's finished wax job, they squealed in delight at the result, just as it they had looked at their own bodies in a mirror. The salon's pedicure and manicure efforts were perfect. The fingernails and toenails of both women were painted red but in different shades to complement the color of their hair. The two sisters were most pleased with their looks after their salon treatment.

They then returned to the hotel suite to prepare for their dinner date with their three black studs. Both Erica and Vivian had treated their hair beforehand. Erica maintained her locks of golden blonde hair in eye-catching curly tresses. Vivian normally had kept her red hair straight but she opted for this event to style her hair in a similar fashion to Erica. As a result the two of them presented a sight of exceptional female pulchritude. As they had walked from the salon back to the motel, almost all passers-by including straight women, could not help but stare at them fondly.

At the hotel suite, the two sisters underwent extensive showers in order to present themselves as squeaky clean as possible for the upcoming sexual activity. They abandoned the opportunity of sisterly lesbian sex so as not to lessen their freshness and sexual appeal to their black male partners.

Instead they took the opportunity to catch up on each other's lives. Erica was first to note that the tattoos that were now on Vivian's thighs were not there the last time she had seen Vivian naked. So she asked for an explanation. Once Vivian divulged the circumstances and the significance of these tattoos, Erica opined:

"So in other words these tattoos commemorate the fact that you've fucked twenty-five men in a twenty-four hour period. Have you ever considered that a prospective husband would probably be annoyed by such advertisement especially, assuming marital fidelity, that he would be the only person constantly being reminded of that factoid?"

Vivian answered:

"All I can say is that any man who wants to marry me but is bothered by my past can't be a man worth my while."

"Well bravo for you Vivian! I wish I had your honest convictions and self assuredness. If I had, perhaps my marriage would not be in the toilet as it now seems to be."

"How can you say that?"

Erica poured out her heart and soul by saying:

"As you know, you are the only person I've ever confided to about the circumstances of my pregnancy and thus the only person to be truly aware that my baby might not have been Matt's. I thought I had all the answers, since the only other person aside from Matt, who could be the sire of my child would be out of the picture. No one, except our father, knew what he looked like, but both of us knew that father would have kept his suspicions to himself in such case.

"So cleverly I thought I would be home free. First of all my baby could have been Matt's and all would be well in such case. Even if Matt was not the actual blood sire, no one would really be the wiser. So my marriage to Matt did not consist of proper full disclosure on my part, and that lack of candor has sure come back to bite me in the ass.

"At first I thought my subterfuge was working, and that I'd made the right decision in being secretive. Although I was naturally devastated by my miscarriage, at least I had the silver lining belief that there would be no question as to the paternity of my future babies. Dr Wilson, my gynecologist, had assured me that my miscarriage was just one of those things, a freak occurrence of nature. As far as she could tell, there should be no reason to believe, that I could not carry any future pregnancy to term.

"As you know I whorred around when I was single, because I knew that as a farmer's wife, I would be working hard. Thus all the sex I would thereafter engage in, would be exclusively with my husband. Even though I was a slut and a whore while single, I knew I would be too pooped to carry on a clandestine adultery affair, even if I were so inclined, which I was not.

"Unfortunately, the one thing that I hadn't counted on proved to be my undoing. I did not get pregnant again! For the first two years of our marriage we fucked at least once every day, sometimes as many as four times, mostly in the cold winter when there was less farm duties to comply with. We even fucked when I was having my periods, because Matt showed me a government pamphlet on birth control that posited the fact that it is even possible to get pregnant during menses.

"By the way fucking during one's period is hot! Especially if both of you are not grossed out. The sound of the sloshing fucking is particularly erotic and definitely a turn on. You can not experience in your mind a more slippery lubricant fucking than that. Mind you the mess afterwards of blood and semen is somewhat off putting."

Vivian interjected with her own anecdote:

"Oh yes I can actually relate to that. This past February, when I was having my period, I had finished a very tough mid term exam. Afterwards I was in the mood for letting off some steam, but I felt that I ought not prevail upon my fuck buddies because of my condition; especially since I was flowing rather heavily. So I decided that simply getting somewhat high on booze would be a perfect alternate way to celebrate getting through this particular rough academic patch of my junior year. You now how I love to drink.

"So I got a friend of mine to drive me to the bar to this very hotel. Certainly I was not naïve enough to believe that as an unattached somewhat attractive female in a bar that I would not be importuned by predatory males wanting to have sex with me in exchange for buying me my drinks. The truth was that I was not adverse to some strange nooky, but that imbibing the bar's alcohol spirits, would be a satisfactory enough for me. I established in my mind that if I was to have sex it had to be full disclosure, as I did not wish experiencing a 'wham bam thank you ma'am' kind of sex.

"Not surprisingly, when my first two male companions, after plying me with strong drinks, and after suggesting a tryst, they immediately decamped as soon as I informed them that I was on the rag. Luckily for me, my third male drinking companion was not so squeamish. He was a guest at the hotel having concluded a successful business negotiations and subsequent contract with the State government. Thus, in essence we were both in the same celebratory frame of mind having concluded successfully our goals of the moment.

"In response to his bold but still subtle invitation for sex, I gushed forth an affirmative answer. I then made it clear to him that I was in the middle of my period, and in a particular phase where I was bleeding heavily. I advised that I would understand that he might want to renege on his offer to fuck me.

"To my happy surprise, his eyes actually lit up, as he replied that nothing could be more delightful. In fact as soon we got to his room, and onto the bed, after having gotten naked with me discarding my bloody soaked pad, he actually started eating me out!

"As I had advised him I was truly very bloody, and no doubt was emitting a pungent odor. Nonetheless, he successfully drove me to an orgasm with his bloody muff dive. When he finished eating me out, he emerged with bloody lips and he was grinning. He asked if I wanted to kiss him and I replied sure why not. I can definitively report that it was not a kiss sweeter than wine.

"When we finished kissing, I naturally felt that I had no option but to return the favor. So I gave him a blow job, with my now bloody lips and tongue. I must say that the taste of his semen mixed with my blood was a potent cocktail. I believe though that it has to be an acquired taste, but there appears to be very few windows of opportunity to develop a craving for it. We then fucked three or four times that night, and yes the fucking was very slippery. The action of the fucking produced a strange friction noise; a cross between farting and blowing a raspberry. But as you intimated Erica, it was an erotic noise rather than off putting.

"In the morning we noticed that our sexual activity resulted in begetting a substantially blood stained bed sheet. Rather then being embarrassed at leaving such a soiled linen, upon checking out, he prominently displayed it on the bed, to make sure the cleaning staff would not miss seeing the stains. He intimated with a smirk that the sheet should be a happy source of gossip for the cleaning staff to exchange amongst themselves while they carried out their mundane duties of the day."

And Vivian concluded:

"He was a very strange man!"

Erica laughed throughout Vivian's recital but did respond with an 'euw', a yuk and an 'ugh' vocal reaction to Vivian's description of the oral sex, during Vivian's menses. She broke down laughing again at Vivian's final remark, and felt compelled to say:

"And what? Not you? I believe this is a case of the pot calling the kettle black."

Recalling Angela Black's remarks a few weeks previously, Vivian mimicked her assertion:

"Au contraire my fair, pretty sister. I believe I'm a well adjusted young female."

This caused Erica to laugh even harder. With laughing tears spilling down her cheeks, she proclaimed:

"Well adjusted you say? I don't believe even the filthiest professional prostitute or the most shameless and kinkiest prone porn star would consent to do the skanky things you've just admitted to having done. By the way what was this 'strange' (quotation gesture) gentleman's name?"

Vivian sheepishly replied:

"I'm pretty sure he told me, but it has slipped my mind. He told me that he was from Texas so I figured that our paths would not likely cross again. I think his first name was Tom. But we've digressed, so why don't you finish telling me, your tales of woe regarding your marriage with Matt?"

After Erica regained her composure from her laughing jag, she was able to continue outlining her problems with her marriage:

"As I'd hinted, after two years of marriage, the quantity of our sexual intercourse started diminishing. Still though, I kept strict records of my periods. That way I presumably was able to accurately chart the times when I was ovulating. I enticed Matt to fuck me as frequently as possible during such times. After each such sexual intercourse, without fail I would place a pillow under my bum, and lifted my legs straight up in the air, holding them in such a position for a significant amount of time. In theory this is supposed to facilitate the maximum amount of Matt's sperm to swim into my fallopian tubes to fertilize my monthly released egg.

"Alas I'm still not pregnant and it seems like Matt has given up. As I already told you, he hasn't fucked me for the past two months. He purposely and deliberately declined during the times when I especially pointed out that I was ovulating.

"As the well known cliché goes: hindsight is 20-20. I've started to believe that had I been forthright with Matt concerning my pregnancy, and had he still wanted to marry me regardless, then our infertility problem would not be as devastating. I think in such case he would be more amenable to explore options.

"For example if Matt's sperm count is low, or Matt's sperm are not strong enough to swim all the way to my egg, then artificial insemination could be the answer. And of course there are other strategies that can be explored depending upon the circumstances. And if all else fails there is always the possibility of adoption, but I would not want to opt for that solution until it is absolutely certain that I could not become pregnant with Matt.

"As it is, by being silent about all the circumstances of my pregnancy, all kinds of morbid ideas and suppositions have entered his head. I think Matt still believes he was the father of my child since he was well aware we had become exclusive months before conception could have occurred. That in fact was absolutely true except for the two occasions I succumbed to Dad's friend. For that matter I also believed Matt was the father as the odds were certainly in his favor. That of course was the main reason for my not telling Matthew about Mark. Why upset the apple cart was my mantra to justify my silence.

"So what plagues Matt the most is how to square the fact that he'd presumably impregnated me four years ago, but hasn't been successful in doing it again. Most maddening is the fact that since my miscarriage we've obviously fucked so many more times than when we were not married. Coupled with the fact that I was practicing birth control most of the time when we were single, it begs the question why haven't I become pregnant again.

"Matt is not overly religious, but he does believe in God sufficiently enough to surmise that The Divinity is punishing us for our sins. Matt feels we must do unspecified penance to mollify God's wrath. That is his expressed reason for refusing to consult doctors concerning our infertility problems. He says to me doctors don't have the solutions only God does.

"What is really worrisome is that Matt has become very suspicious of me. First of all, he has accused me of practicing birth control since we got married. I believe I've been able to successfully convince him of how preposterous such belief is. He was there to witness how devastated I was when I miscarried. He was also privy to the many times I broke down into heart wrenching tears upon experiencing the onset of yet another period which signified I was still not pregnant. Surely those facts alone should make it clear that I really desire to become pregnant by him. Finally, I told him that I would sign any and all permission slips necessary so that he could inquire of every doctor and pharmacist in Lydiaville and the surrounding area to ascertain whether I was utilizing any birth control measure. He hasn't availed himself of that offer.

"Now Matt is not dense, so that the notion I might have been impregnated by someone else has occurred to him. In fact I'm positive of that fact from what one of my girlfriends advised me recently. She is married to a man whom I had been intimate with in the past, obviously before our respective marriages. She reported that Matt had visited them, and while she was in the kitchen preparing snacks, she overheard Matt ask her husband when was the last time he had sex with me. The answer was two occasions which he could remember and the same had occurred well before the likely conception date.