An E&I Acres Story
Copyright 2001 by Stormbringer
Revised 2009
June 2001
Brooke Eranovich was an attractive thirty-three year old, former beauty
queen. She had long curly brown hair, a thin face with a big smile, and
the kind of thick lips that men thought looked good wrapped around their
dicks.
Brooke had a trim, buxom figure not too much different then it was as an
eighteen year old pageant contestant despite the fact that she had four
children and no time to workout. Her breasts were large at eighteen and
they grew a little after the birth of each child until they were huge.
She liked wearing tight tops to show off her breasts along with short
skirts to show off her great ass and legs. She looked and dressed like a
slut, but Brooke was really quite conservative morally. She had been
intimate with only three men and burned in each relationship. She was
hard to get close to, but when she did meet a guy, she was furiously
loyal to him. Brooke bore a striking resemblance to the actress Julie Robertson.
********************
Brooke sat in a doctor's office in Long Island keeping one eye on her
kids and one ear eavesdropping on the nurse's conversation. Apparently,
a man named Andy (see Meeting Christy) was seeing the doctor about erection problems and
wanted Viagra. He had been married less then a week.
She caught a glimpse of him as he left. Shame, he wasn't a bad looking
guy.
"That's the third man from Stony Harbor since spring that couldn't get
it up," a nurse said giggling.
Brooke's ears perked up. She worked for a law firm that specialized in
environmental health problems. Stony Harbor was only about 30 miles from
where she lived, a wealthy tourist town. Brooke had uncovered a
company's cover-up in a similar town that netted her twelve million
dollars when the class action law suit was settled. The nurse called her
son in and Brooke pushed Stony Harbor out of her mind until another day.
********************
Brooke sped her BMW down the highway and took the turn into Stony
Harbor. It was a warm day in late June and she had the top down, letting
the wind blow through her hair. Both her short skirt and her low cut top
flapped in the wind. Now that she was rich, she could afford luxuries
like the beamer and a nanny to watch the kids. Before, the lawsuit was
settled, she lived in a trailer and had an out-of-work boyfriend to
baby-sit.
Brooke avoided the town with it's beach crowd and traffic, though it was
still early in the season. She wanted the developments that ringed the
town. She had surreptitiously glanced at Andy's file before the nurse
put it away and was looking for his address.
She found his street and soon pulled up in front of his house. Across
the street a truck with a lawn mower on a trailer pulled up and a giant
black guy got out. She grabbed her notes and rang the bell. "Yes," Andy
said opening the door. He looked horrible. He hadn't shaved for a few
days, hair was mussed, and bags under his eyes.
"Good afternoon sir, I'm with a firm in the city..."
"I don't like lawyers, unless your a divorce lawyer," he interrupted.
"I hate them too, I just work for them."
"What do you want then?"
"I was in the doctor's office when you were there and overheard the
nurses mention your problem."
Andy's face flushed and he scowled. "Yeah, I remember you. What about
it?"
"May I come in?"
He seemed to think about it, finally relenting. She came in and sat on
the couch. "Can I get you some water?" he asked.
"No thanks, though I'd like a sample of your water to take with me."
"Why?"
"Apparently your not the only case of impotence around here."
That caught his attention and Andy sat down across from her. "What do
you mean?"
Brooke told him about the other two cases of erectile dysfunction. She
didn't know their names or addresses, but intended to ask around the
development. She spent close to an hour asking Andy questions.
Brooke got her water sample and as she left added, "One last question,
you mentioned needing a divorce lawyer?"
"My wife," he had trouble finishing, but spit it out, "is on our
honeymoon with our yard worker."
"Jesus! I'm sorry to hear that."
"If you’re right, whatever's causing this destroyed my life."
"If I'm right, we'll sue those responsible until their living in a box
in an alley somewhere or behind bars." Brooke promised as she left.
Brooke walked over next door and rang the bell but there was no one
home. She decided to hop in the car and drive further down the block.
It was a week day and few people were home. She drove past several
houses until she noticed a girl in a bikini climbing out of the pool
behind a large house. She pulled up to the house and got out.
The girl was lying on her stomach on a cot by the pool. She appeared
young, late teens, long black hair and fair skin, a little burned from
the sun. "Excuse me," said Brooke. "I'd like to ask you a few
questions."
"Sure, I guess," said the girl looking up. She had an Irish accent.
"Do you live here?"
"No, I'm the nanny. I'm house-sitting for the owners. They've been
having some troubles and decided to get away for a week."
"Do you know the nature of their troubles?"
"No," said the nanny. "Would you mind putting lotion on my back?"
"Sure," said Brooke going next to the cot and grabbing a bottle of
lotion. The girl had untied her top and Brooke began rubbing oil onto
her back.
"Ooo, that feels good. Harder please."
Brooke rubbed harder. She didn't think the girl could tell her anything
more. She would have to wait until the owners got home. "Would you mind
if I got a drink of water from the spigot?" Brooke, planned on sneaking
a sample.
"No," said the girl huskily, "but could you rub oil on my front first?"
The girl turned over and her bra fell down. She grabbed Brooke's hand
and put it on her breast. She looked wild eyed.
"I think I should get going," said Brooke backing up. She decided to
forgo the water sample.
"Sorry," said the girl crying. "I'm not a lezzie or anything. I'm just
so randy."
Brooke ran back down to the street. Something strange was going on, no
doubt about it. Andy had mentioned his wife's increased arousal just
after moving in with him and now this teenage girl complaining about
being horny. Could something have differing effects on men and women? If
she could only find some more men with erectile dysfunction.
There was a car next door so Brooke decided to give that house a try. A
decent looking man answered the door. "Can I help you?"
"Good afternoon sir. My name's Brooke and I'd like to ask you a few
questions."
"I'm kind of busy."
"It'll only take a few minutes Mr..."
"Jack, call me Jack." Jack motioned for her to come inside and she
followed him into his living room. "What kind of questions?"
"I work for a firm that specializes in environmental polluters."
"But there's no factories or dumps around here to pollute the
environment."
"I know Jack"
"Then what exactly is the problem?"
"I've become aware of an unusual amount of erectile dysfunction in some
men living around Stony Harbor. I know it's a delicate subject, but have
you had any performance problems?"
"Actually there was about a two week period where I had problems." (See Xavier’s Modeling Job)
"And Now?"
"Now, I'm fine."
"Has your wife experienced any sexual problems?"
"No, in fact she's been more sexually active then usual."
The man's face was turning red and he was frowning like he didn't like
the directions the questions were going. "How much water do you drink a
day?"
"A lot, but I only drink bottled."
"And your wife?"
"She likes the local water."
"When you had your problems, had you quit drinking bottled water?"
"No, I've only drunk bottled."
Brooke frowned. "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely, I'm quite fanatical about drinking bottled water."
"Well," said Brooke confused. The facts weren't adding up like she'd
hoped. "Here's my card, if you can think of anything to add give me a
call."
Brooke stood up to leave and headed to the door. As she passed a desk,
she noticed a folder with a 8X10 photograph spilling out of it.
The picture was of an attractive well-built nude woman sucking on the
tip of the largest penis Brooke had ever seen. It was dark black and the
perspective made it look over a foot long.
"Sorry," said Jack. "I'm an amateur photographer. I don't usually leave
them out in the open."
"May I?" asked Brooke. He nodded and Brooke opened the file. The first
pictures were tasteful and extremely good. The woman wore a bikini and
was just posing with the black guy who was wearing tiny briefs. He was
huge and very good looking. The pictures soon turned pornographic. The
woman staring in awe at the huge black penis, sucking on it, and the
penis buried in her vagina. Brooke was disgusted by the time she got to
the last pictures of the guy pushing his huge penis into the woman's
ass. "You’re very good," she said, but knew he could tell by her
expression that she was disgusted. "Who are they?"
"The black guy's the head of the local yard workers. The woman is just
some model."
Brooke suddenly felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave. She quickly
excused herself and practically ran out the door. Jack was some kind of
a sick pervert. She had recognized the woman immediately. Her picture
sat on the mantel in the living room. She was Jack's wife.
Brooke got in her car and drove looking for another house with someone
home. Working in New York made you used to sicko's, but she hadn't liked
being alone with one. She saw the TV on in another house and pulled in
front.
She rang the door bell and found herself staring into the bare chest of
a well built black man. He was wearing only baggy sweat pants. He was
quite handsome and had the most well-defined chest she had ever seen on
a man. "Hi sir. My name is Brooke Eranovich. I work for a firm
specializing in environmental pollution. May I ask you some questions?"
His eyes seemed to scan her whole body and she got the brief impression
of how a mouse must feel before a hawk swooped on it.
"I'm Rashidi, come on in." Rashidi was very black and very imposing. six
and a half feet tall and covered in muscles. He motioned for her to
follow him into the living room.
"Is this your house?" she asked.
"No, I'm just staying here for a couple weeks. Can I offer you a glass
of water?"
"No thanks, the water is something I wanted to talk to you about."
"How about a coke then?"
"Sure that would be nice."
********************
Rashidi got up and went into the kitchen. "I'll be right back, I need to
make a call." He grabbed the phone and called one of the controllers.
"This is Rashidi. I've got a code red. Lawyer, name Brooke Eranovich.
Asking about water."
"Got it," said the controller. "I'll send out the alerts. Try to fuck
her and we'll see if we can set something up."
"No problem there," said Rashidi. "The bitch looks like Julie Robertson."
Rashidi hung up and grabbed a can of coke from the fridge. He opened the
can and pulled a small vial out of its hiding place in the kitchen. The
vial was a high concentration of Xcite and he emptied it in the can.
********************
"Here you go," Rashidi said returning to the living room and handing her
the drink.
Brooke set the drink beside her, she wasn't really thirsty. "I'd like to
ask you some questions of a very personal nature."
"Shoot."
Brooke took a sip of the coke and asked, "Have you or anyone around here
you know experienced erectile dysfunction."
"What's that?"
Brooke was very conscious of the black man's presence. He seemed to
exude masculinity, like no man she had ever met before. She was
embarrassed to find her nipples hardening. "Do you know anyone that has
suffered from impotence." She took another sip from her can.
"Still not following you."
"Had trouble maintaining an erection...you know gotten a hard on."
"Shit no lady, I'm black, my cock’s always half hard."
"Please try to act like an adult sir, and men of all races can suffer
from impotence."
Rashidi grinned at her. He quickly stood up and pulled his sweat pants
down his waist. "Does this look like it has trouble getting hard?"
He had revealed a massive, thick penis that was rapidly rising as it
hardened. It must have been thirteen inches long by the time it quit
growing and as thick as her wrist. The entire penis was as dark black as
his skin. It was crisscrossed with huge, bulging, blue veins. and his
balls looked like two oranges shoved into a wrinkly brown sack. He stood
before her and waved it under her nose. His manly scent was intoxicating
as she inhaled through her nose.
"N-no, you certainly don't have a problem getting hard," she said
staring cross-eyed down his huge shaft. It was nearly as big as the man
in the picture with Jack's wife. She wondered if it was true what they
say about all black men, though she had always believed it was a myth.
"Here," he said reaching down and grabbing her hand. "Feel how hard it
is." He placed her hand right on his penis and she couldn't help running
her hand along the shaft and up to the huge head. "You married?"
"Divorced," said Brooke.
"Am I bigger then your ex?"
Brooke snorted, her husband hadn't come close to the black man in size.
"You’re more then twice his size."
"Suck on it Brooke."
His words seemed to pierce a dam in her pussy and her panties quickly
turned wet. "No, I can't."
"Come on. How many chances are you going to have to try a real man?"
"I'm sorry, I don't like giving head and especially not to a bl... to a
stranger."
"I know you’re turned on by my big black cock. I can see your nipples
poking out and you’re squirming like your pussy's wet.
"No, I'm fine," she lied. In truth she couldn't remember wanting
anything so bad.
"Then how come you haven't let go of it? Want me to put it away? Last
chance."
"No wait, how about letting me jerk you off?"
"Alright, and if you change your mind about blowing me, you can always
wrap your lips around it."
Without letting go of his cock, Brooke took a swig of coke to build up
some spittle and then she spat in her hand. She ran her wet hand around
Rashidi's cock head and then down the shaft. She spit in her hand again
and started stroking him.
Brooke jacked him off rapidly, her arm soon tiring so she switched to
her left hand. Luckily, precum had started pouring out of his pee-slit
keeping his cock lubricated. He adjusted position so that his cock was
pointed right at her face and she stared fascinated at his cock while
stroking him. She hadn't jerked a guy off since her virgin days back in
high school. It felt liberating to be doing this to a complete stranger
and a black one at that. Her dad would kill her if he knew what she was
doing..
The cock got closer and closer to her mouth until Brooke realized
Rashidi was slowly moving forward. Her entire body was screaming for her
to take him in her mouth, but she resisted. It took every ounce of her
will to push him back around two feet from her mouth.
Brooke was almost ready to give in and suck on it when it started
swelling. She sighed in relief, her arms were just too tired to keep
this pace up. She was already amazed at his stamina. No man should havee
lasted that long at the pace she was jerking it. She had already
resorted to using both hands.
"Tell me when," she said.
"You'll know," panted Rashidi.
Brooke stared in awe as the thick black cock in her hands swelled until
it looked like it would explode. The pee-slit opened and then it bucked.
Brooke shut her eyes just as his sticky, hot wad of sperm splattered on
her face. She didn't believe a man could ejaculate that far and then
another wad struck her forehead and she felt sperm hit her hair. He had
already cum more then her ex had their entire marriage and a third wad
struck her bare cleavage just above her shirt.
Brooke opened her eyes, but held her mouth tightly shut for fear of
getting any in her mouth.
He hadn't stopped at three wads. Two more large wads hadn't made it to
her body and had splattered on the carpet. More sperm covered her hands
and some dripped down her arms. A large pool was forming at his feet as
his cock slowly deflated, but still stayed bigger then any man she had
ever known. She released it.
"The bathroom's over there," he said pointing.
Brooke still held her mouth shut as she stood and ran to the bathroom.
The smell of so much seed was overwhelming and she had to resist the
urge to shove it in her mouth. It took her close to half an hour until
she felt she had cleaned it all off her.
Brooke left the bathroom. Rashidi had removed his sweats entirely and
sat on the couch with his legs spread. She wondered what something like
that would feel like crammed in her pussy.
Brooke felt dehydrated and took a big drink of coke.
"Ready to find out how good this feels in your pussy?"
It was like he could read her mind and impossibly, his cock was growing
again. She had to get out of there before she gave in. "No thanks, I've got to
get going."
"Come on baby, don't leave me hanging like this."
"Look, if you want to get laid that bad, there's a horny teenager lying
out by a pool a few doors down." Brooke turned and left.
Brooke sat in her car and tightly gripped the steering wheel. A new wave
of horniness was washing over her. She considered going back inside, but
started the car and headed down the road.
Brooke did a u-turn in the cul-de-sac at the end of the road and headed
back out of the development. She passed Rashidi walking through the
yards towards the horny nanny.
The arrogant bastard actually thought he could screw someone he had
never seen before. Of course, as horny as the nanny was, he had a
chance. Indeed, even she had never responded to a man like she had to
the black man. She hadn't wanted sex so bad as she did when she saw
Rashidi's cock. She still wasn't sure she had made the right decision
passing on his offer. She had probably missed the chance of a lifetime.
Brooke decided to head into town for a bite to eat. On her way out of
the development, she drove by Andy's. The black lawn worker that had
pulled up hours ago across the street was just leaving. A plump white
woman in a robe was kissing him in the doorway of the house. The lawn
hadn't been mowed.
As she left the development, Brooke noticed a water department truck
pulled up at the filtering station. Feeling this opportunity too good to
pass up, she pulled up beside the truck.
A giant black man came out of the building as she walked up to it. He
wore a water department uniform and was even bigger around the chest
then Rashidi. He was a handsome man, around 6'4" tall and had a shaved
head. The man was built like a heavyweight boxer, his bulging muscles
seemed to stretch out his uniform. Stitching on his uniform said his
name was Willie.
"Hi there, Willie isn't it?" said Brooke. "I'm here to get a water
sample. Your supervisor said you would help me."
"Is that so," said Willie. "In that case, I'd be glad to get you a water
sample."
"Great, let me grab a tube from my car."
Brooke returned and handed Willie the tube for holding water samples. He
turned to enter the building and she made to follow him. "Sorry, city
employees only."
"But your boss said I could check things out."
"Ok then, but I'll have to call him to verify."
"Oh don't bother, I guess I don't need to be present."
********************
Willie grinned at her and entered the building. He recognized her
immediately as the code red that had gone out. The resemblance to Julie
Robertson left no doubt she was the nosy woman asking questions. He was
here unhooking the Xcite dispenser in case she caused too much trouble.
He took a sample of pure water and returned to the waiting beauty.
********************
"I know what you’re after," he said to her after giving her the water
sample.
"You do?"
"You want to know why so many of the wimps around here can't get it up.
I know why."
"Go on."
"How much money you got on ya?"
"About forty bucks."
"Not enough."
"I can get more."
Give me five hundred and I'll tell you what you want to know."
"Tell me now and I'll get you the money."
"Alright, can we sit in your car?"
"Sure," said Brooke. "get in."
"Why did you want to sit in the car?" she asked after they got inside.
"These men are very dangerous. We can't be seen talking together. Shit,
here comes a car. Quick kiss me."
Brooke didn't have time to object. Willie grabbed the back of her head
and pulled her lips onto his. It was the most passionate kiss she had
ever experienced. His tongue slipped inside her mouth and she tried to
push it out, but ended up Frenching him. She was vaguely aware of a
soreness in her nipples. They were so hard, they rubbed against her bra.
"It's safe," he said releasing her. Brooke stared at him breathing
heavily.
"Quick duck," he said looking over her shoulder. He grabbed the back of
her head again, but this time forced her head down into his lap. "Stay
down until I say it's all clear."
Brooke heard a big diesel engine screech to a halt and idle. She looked
down curious to see if Willie was anywhere near as big as Rashidi. He
Was! She could see a long thick cock running down his pant leg. Some
how, his zipper had worked it's way down and it was wide open. Willie
wasn't wearing underwear and she could see his hairy crotch and the root
of his thick cock. He smelled manly too.
Willie's strong hand continued to hold her head down in his crotch. She
was even closer to it then she had been to Rashidi's cock. He pushed her
down some more until her nose touched his pubic hair and her lips were
right on the root of his shaft. Brooke still hadn't recovered from the
presence of Rashidi's massive cock and being so close to another one was
too much to bare. Her tongue flickered out and licked the shaft.
Brooke ran he tongue down the four inches of thick black cock accessible
through his zipper. It was thickening, straining at his pants and Willie
squirmed in the car seat. Brooke heard children's voices and sat up. A
school bus had just dropped off three kids on the street. The diesel
engine started again and the bus drove off as the kids began walking
down he street.
Willie reached around her, turned the engine on, and pressed the button
to put the top up. "That should give us some privacy. Now you can finish what you started,"
he said, pushing the back of her head back down.
"No wait, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. Please just give me
the information so I can go and I'll get you your money."
"New deal baby. Suck me off and I'll tell you what you want to know."
"I'll give you one thousand dollars."
"Nope, I want to see them big lips wrapped around my cock." Willie
unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his hard shaft. It was just over a
foot long and as thick as Rashidi's. He sat up long enough to pull his
pants down under his ass and free his big sperm filled balls.
With the top up, the inside of the car filled with the scent of his cock
and it's presence just under her nose was too much for her. "Promise me
you won't cum in my mouth?" she said remembering the large amount of
Rashidi's cum.
"Sure thing baby."
Brooke leaned down and kissed the head. She stuck her tongue out and ran
it in a circle around Willie's golf ball-sized cockhead amazed that she
could encounter two such magnificent cocks in one day and surprised that
both were black. Even more surprised that she had never wanted to please
a man so much in her life.
Brooke licked down the shaft and Willie grabbed the tip pulling it back
to his stomach. "Don't forget the balls slut and I changed my mind. I‘ll take that thousand dollars and you can keep blowing me."
Much to her surprise, his arrogance only made her try to please him
harder and when he called her a slut, his words seemed to send a fresh
wave of lubrication down her already soaked pussy. There was something
about these black dominant males that she had never encountered before.
Something that made her want to submit.
Brooke licked his big hairy balls as ordered and then kissed her way
back up the shaft. She grabbed the base of his cock and guided the head
into her mouth. Her jaw stretched wide around just the head and she held
it in her mouth relaxing her throat before trying to go any further.
Brooke pushed down until the head entered her throat and breathing
deeply through her nose, she slammed her head down swallowing half of
his cock. She began bobbing her head, swallowing more with each thrust
until Willie began slowly thrusting his hips.
Brooke sucked him off as rapidly as she could, knowing that if he lasted
half as long as Rashidi had, she had a daunting task before her. She
closed her eyes and concentrated only on getting him off. Several times
she felt his pubic hair tickle her cheek, meaning she had managed to
swallow most of it.
Brooke's neck and jaw soon grew sore. She switched to sucking on the end
and jerking the rest off. Her other hand began kneading his big balls,
trying to milk the sperm up out of them. She had never tried so hard in
her life to get anyone off and she was soon rewarded as his cock began
growing even bigger.
Willie's cock swelled impossibly big and she felt his veins pulsing
against her lips. He was close and as she backed her head up to remove
his cock from her mouth, Willie grabbed the back of her head and held
her still. She fought against his hand, but it was too late.
His cock jerked in her throat and it deposited his first wad right in
her belly. He relaxed his grip on her head long enough for her to remove
all but the head and the next wad filled her mouth until her cheeks
bulged out. Sperm dribbled down her chin and she gulped swallowing his
hot seed.
By the time he was done cumming, she was jerking his shaft into her
mouth trying to squeeze out the last few drops. When her husband had
come home drunk and made her do this to him once, it had disgusted her
and she had run to the bathroom to spit his seed out, gagging over the
toilet, but with Willie she actually enjoyed sucking on his cock, even tasting and swallowing his sperm.
"You were supposed to warn me," she said keeping her head down and
nuzzling his cock.
"Why? Besides, I didn’t want my cum staining such nice car. Plus, I knew
you'd like it if you tried it."
Brooke kissed it one last time and sat up. His cock had never really
shrunk at all. Willie tugged on the shaft a couple times and it was as
hard as it was when she had first started sucking on it. "Now how about
letting me fuck you?" he asked.
"Do you have a condom?"
"Nope they have trouble fitting me
"I have four kids and don't need another."
"Come on slut, just let me put a little bit in you."
Brooke needed fresh air. She got out of the car and took some deep
breaths. It cleared some of Willie's scent from her brain and she was
able to think more clearly. Having her mouth fill with cum had been the
best sexual experience of her life and she knew that feeling his big
cock ejaculating deep in her pussy would be even better. The eighteen
year old Brooke that had let her first boyfriend talk her into sex would have said
yes to Willie's offer. The mature Brooke that had four children in her
twenties knew better. "I'm sorry, I just can't. "Now where is the
information you promised me?"
Willie refused to tell her any more. He just gave her an address and
said that if she went there Friday night, the man who owned it would
tell her everything she needed to know.
Brooke headed home. It had cooled off and she kept the top up. Her car
reeked of sex and she drove all the way home with two fingers buried in
her pussy, almost getting in an accident when she had an orgasm as she
merged onto the highway.
********************
Friday night was chilly for early summer so Brooke decided to forgo her
usual short skirt and wear tight pants. She wore her standard tight,
low-cut tank top with an open jacket to keep her arms warm. Her already
impressive cleavage was even bigger from a tight, lacy blue push-up bra
from Hidden Closet.
Her horniness had died down in the three days since her last visit. She
was confused and a little ashamed of herself. She had jerked off one
dirty black guy and sucked off another, almost letting him put his
monster cock inside her. She thanked god he hadn't had a condom that day.
Brooke didn't think her water theory was correct. Jack had said, he only
suffered a brief spout of impotence and he drank bottled water. Rashidi,
of course, hadn't been affected at all. Her own horniness had almost
overwhelmed her and she hadn't drank anything, but the coke Rashidi had given her.
Could there be something in the air and not the water?
Brooke pressed one high-heeled, sandal clad, foot down on the break and
turned onto the exit for Stony Harbor. She wasn't heading towards the
developments this time, but to the rich beachfront homes West of the
town. Think "Weekend at Bernie's" and you had a pretty good idea of what
the homes and beach area looked like. The town had a good crowd now, but
by Fourth of July weekend it would be mobbed.
"Weekend at Bernie's" sprang to mind again when she saw the house whose
address Willie had given her. It was a colossal, three story house, with
a small ground floor, but most of it on poles in case of flooding. Lots
of windows, skylights, and decks overlooking the beach. A house only a
very wealthy man could afford.
Brooke parked on the side of the street. Three cars were in the house's
driveway. A long Mercedes, the kind usually chauffer driven, a sporty
BMW, like her own, and a beat up pickup with "E&I Lawn and Pool
service" written on the side.
She walked by the cars and rang the doorbell.
An incredibly obese black man opened the door. "Come inside, Mr. King is
expecting you," he said before she could speak.
Brooke followed him up a short flight of stairs to the second level.
"May I fix you a drink Miss Eranovich?" he asked.
"No thank you."
"It's no trouble."
"Ok then, how about a white Russian?"
"Certainly," he said going over to a large bar to the side of the living
room and began making her drink. She spent her time looking out the
glass Northern wall at the ocean waves crashing against the beach.
The fat black man handed her a large drink and said he would go see if
Mr. King was ready for her. She took a sip while he left, finding it was
one of the best white Russians she had ever had.
"Mr. King will see you now," said the black man returning.
Brooke followed him out to the deck and down a flight of stairs outside
the house. Two girls, barely eighteen, wearing wet, see-thru bikini
tops and skirts passed her, gave her a mean look, and took off walking
over the dune towards the beach.
She turned the corner and saw a huge, above ground hot tub with three
muscular black men sitting in it. "Miss Eranovich, I presume?" said one
of the black men sticking one meaty hand down towards her so that she
could shake it.
"Wait, you’re Solomon King," she said shaking his hand.
"The one and only."
"I've admired all you've done for New York, sir."
"Thank you."
"Especially your drug treatment centers and halfway houses for parolees.
You have a remarkable success rate, something like 80% don't return to
prison." She wasn't just flattering him to get information, she really
admired him.
"I see you read the Time article on me."
"It was very informing, but I don't understand. How can you help my
investigation?"
Solomon leaned over and hit the intercom. "Bull, bring Miss Eranovich
another drink and make it a double."
"That's a little strong for me, sir."
"Trust me, you'll love it. Now, it's a little awkward talking down to you
like this, why don't you join us?"
Bull brought the drink quickly almost as if he had it waiting for her.
"I would, but I didn't bring a suit."
"You can go in your underwear. We won't look while you get in."
"I don't know Mr. King."
"That's too bad, I was hoping you'd be more agreeable, what you’re about
to discover is valuable information." He turned from her to his friends
and Brooke felt as if she were being dismissed.
"I guess I will join you if you promise not to look."
"Excellent, and I promise I will tell you exactly what's going on here
in Stony Harbor. Gentlemen, please do the lady the courtesy of turning
your heads while she joins us."
Brooke sat her drink on the rim of the tub. She unbuttoned her tight
pants and struggled to get them down over full hips. She felt strange
stripping down in the open air, but the dune protected her from people
passing by on the beach, and the black men were being perfect gentlemen,
all three looking away from her.
Brooke stripped to her Hidden Closet lingerie. No man had ever seen
her look so sexy. She had only started buying "Closet" merchandise when
she became rich. It made her feel sexy to wear lingerie like this under
her clothes. The push-up bra was made of blue lace and her thrust up
nipples were completely visible through the material, as was her curly
brown pubic hair through her panties. The cold night air blew on her
exposed ass around the thong and she shivered looking forward to the
heat of the tub.
Brooke climbed the ladder into the hot tub. Her nipples popped out and
the horniness of her last visit returned as she entered the hot tub.
"Glad you joined us," said Solomon turning to look at her. "This is
Xavier and this is Devon, he's a local lifeguard."
Both of them greeted her. Xavier sounded Australian and Devon was
definitely an islander by his accent. All three black men were extremely
handsome, had bulging muscles, and equally impressive chests rising from
the water. Brooke blushed when she caught herself wondering how big
their cocks were. "Well," she said. "What's going on in this town?"
"Nothing," said Solomon smiling at her.
"Something in the air or the water or something else is causing the men
in this town to have erectile dysfunction and making the women horny at
the same time. I intend to get to the bottom of it."
"I admire your dedication Brooke, may I call you Brooke?"
"Yes Mr. King."
"Have you ever been with a black man, Brooke?"
"No."
"Have you ever seen a black man's cock then?" She nodded red-faced and he continued. "Was the black man's cock soft or hard?"
"Hard."
"Then you understand."
"I'm afraid I don't."
"A lot of black men have moved to town recently and for the first time
the horny housewives have encountered big, hard, black cocks. The white
men are so ashamed, they can't get it up, while the women turn into
sluts when they get a taste of dark meat. There's nothing wrong with the
air or water, it's just the natural order of things."
Brooke's face was flushed with anger by the time he finished speaking
and she would have gotten up to leave, but all three men were staring at
her. "That's nonsense, I came here thinking you could help me and I'm
not going to stop looking until I get some answers."
"Listen Brooke, deep down you know I'm telling you the truth. I
guarantee that sitting here with three superior black males has made you
horny as hell. Your pussy is soaking wet thinking of black cock, thirsting for black cock, desperate for black cock."
"No..." she said, horrified. Everything he said was true.
"Tell me you don't want me," said Solomon standing.
He rose from the water like an ebony god. His cock was already hard. It
was the most perfect thing she had ever seen. His cock was a foot long
and as thick as her wrist.
Devon stood next. His body and cock were as impressive as Solomon's. His
cock was only half-hard, but was already eight inches long. It rose as
she watched it, growing to around a foot long also. Xavier stood last.
His cock was gargantuan at fourteen inches. It seemed familiar and
Brooke realized, Xavier was the man in the pictures with Jack's wife.
I'm offering you the opportunity to feel what it's like to fuck a real
man. No one will ever know," said Solomon.
"What about them?" she asked nodding her head towards the grinning faces
of Xavier and Devon.
"They will fuck you too."
"I'm not a slut," she said though the idea of having three cocks at once
sent another wave of lubrication down the inside of her pussy. As horny
as she was, it might take three to satisfy her. "I can't fuck three men
at once."
"Of course you're not a slut. Just try it this once Brooke. You know you
want to. Your body's betraying you Brooke," said Solomon wading over
towards her. "You want to submit to me. Show me you love my cock."
Brooke's ample bosom was heaving as she breathed heavily, staring at
that gorgeous black shaft. He had brought it closer until, the plump
head was waving under her nose. Brooke gave in. She brought her mouth
down and kissed the head.
"What do you want?" asked Solomon.
"I want your cock. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want you to fuck
me."
"Good," said Solomon moving away from her. He returned to the edge of
the tub and sat down on it with his legs spread. "Then lets see how good
of a cocksucker you are."
Brooke came to him, kneeling between his legs. She grabbed the base of
his cock and began sliding her tongue around the crown. She wondered how
she could have spent her whole life finding this distasteful and then
crave sucking every black one she saw. She opened her mouth and pushed
the head between her lips.
Solomon reached around her head and unhooked her bra. He removed it,
freeing her breasts which were submerged in the hot bubbling water.
Brooke moaned around his cock head as he reached underwater and caressed
her breasts. He took her nipples between his fingers and tugged down on
them roughly, each pull forcing her to bob her head over his cock. He
quit jerking on her nipples when she started sucking on half his cock.
Solomon's cock was too big and thick, but she wanted to please him more
then anything. She relaxed her jaw and throat, pushing down until her
nose touched his pubic hair. His entire cock was in her mouth when
someone grabbed her panties and pulled them down over her ass.
Two hands worked their way between her legs
and pushed them apart. The man then grabbed her hips and she felt the
tip of the thickest cock she'd ever experienced penetrate inside her.
Brooke quickly removed Solomon's cock from her mouth and said, "Please,
you gotta wear a condom."
"I'm wearing one," said Devon. She recognized his accent.
It was hard to concentrate on sucking Solomon as Devon began working his
cock into her pussy. He was so thick, she felt every square inch on the
head as her pussy closed around it. His condom must have been stretched
tight because she felt every ridge and vein on his cock as he slowly
worked more inside her.
Brooke screamed, "I'm cumming," as an orgasm exploded from her womb. It
was the biggest orgasm of her life and he had only pushed a third of his
cock in her pussy.
Solomon grabbed the sides of her head and pushed his dick back between
her lips. Rather then tiring, her orgasm invigorated her and she
attacked Solomon's cock. Brooke almost choked when she came again with
half Devon's cock inside her. Solomon tightly held the sides of her head
and her cries of pleasure were muffled by the cock shoved down her
throat.
Brooke felt Devon's thumb pressing against her anus as he started
picking up speed. An even bigger orgasm hit her as he buried his entire
cock inside her up to his balls at the same time pushing his thumb into
her ass. Brooke had never felt anything like that before, but her ass
clenched tightly around his thumb and it seemed to prolong her orgasm.
Devon just held his thumb buried as he began fucking her hard. Brooke
bobbed her head over Solomon's cock in time to Devon's thrusts. She
entered a dream like state, feeling Solomon's cock veins pulsing under
her lips in time to the rhythmic slapping of Devon's balls on her
thighs. She lost count of the number of orgasms she had, but it felt
like one long continuous one.
Eventually, she realized both cocks were growing as they approached
orgasm. She was prepared for Solomon's cum. She kept bobbing her head as
his cock exploded in her throat, sending wad after wad directly into her
belly.
Brooke wasn't prepared for the strong jet of sperm shooting deep into
her pussy and coating her womb with hot seed. She had removed Solomon's cock until just the head was in her mouth so she could taste his sperm when Devon came. He had lied about
the condom. Brooke's mouth filled up with sperm before she could
protest. Plus, she had forgotten how good it felt to have a man spray
sperm directly into her womb. It had always set her off before and this
time was no exception. She had never felt anything so good in her life. It triggered a massive
wave of orgasms. She pulled her head off Solomon's cock head and screamed
so loudly it echoed down the beach. Solomon's last wad spattered across
her face as she quit screaming.
Devon pulled his thumb and cock out just as Xavier grabbed her and
pulled her over into his lap. He was sitting submerged on the seat, but
his cock was so big, several inches remained above water. It was too
late now, but Brooke said, "Please, you need to wear a condom."
"I'll pull out," said Xavier, moving his cock head over to the opening
of her vagina. "Now be a good slut and sit down."
Brooke obeyed, moaning as she lowered herself. Soon, she was bouncing up
and down in Xavier's lap. She started cumming again when Xavier started
sucking on her nipples.
Brooke fucked Xavier for about ten minutes until she heard one of the
other blacks move up behind her. Another thumb started poking at her ass
and then she realized it was too big. "Jesus no don't, you're too big."
"Shut up slut, you'll love it." It was Solomon behind her. If she wasn't
afraid of having her ass ripped open, she would have admired his amazing
recovery time.
Brooke's ass stretched wide open as Solomon's cock head entered her. She
thanked god, Devon had stuck his thumb in her earlier. It was almost as
big as one of her white boyfriends penises and it helped make Solomon
bearable.
Xavier pushed down on her hips until she lowered herself down his cock.
Her ass was now submerged as Solomon pushed more of his cock in her ass.
The hot water helped numb some of the pain and when Solomon had pushed
it all in, he held it still letting her ass get used to his giant cock.
Brooke had never felt so full in her life. She could feel both their
cocks rubbing against each other, separated by only a thin layer of
skin. Their cocks would jerk every couple of seconds as if impatient to
get moving and soon they got their wish.
Brooke let out a little moan as the pain completely faded and the two
cocks started simulating every nerve ending in her pussy and ass. Both
men started moving, slowly at first, then picking up speed. Devon came
over and stood on Xavier's left. His foot long cock was hard again and
he pushed the head against her lips. Brooke began kissing and slobbering
all over it. Once, she managed to swallow about ten inches, but it was
difficult to concentrate on him while being fucked into oblivion by two
other cocks. The orgasms started coming again and Brooke knew this
wouldn't be the last time she let two men fuck her at once.
Xavier started grunting and squeezing her breasts harder. Brooke could
feel his cock growing. She pulled her mouth off Devon's cockh ead long
enough to yell "Cum in my pussy. Don't pull out."
Xavier bellowed like a bull and wave after wave of sperm shot into her
womb. She had never known men could cum that much. Between the three of
them, they must have shot enough cum into her to fill a can of coke.
Xavier lifted her hips up and pulled out, sliding out of the way. Devon
sat down on the edge of the hot tub and she concentrated on getting him
off with her mouth while Solomon continued to fuck her ass.
Devon came before Solomon, though Solomon continued to fuck her ass at a
pace that would have gotten a lesser man off long before. She wanted to
taste it all this time and made sure only the head was in her mouth when
he blew his load. Devon's second load was as big as his first and her
gulping couldn't keep up with the flow. Sperm dribbled down her chin and
dripped into the water.
Solomon pulled her back until he was sitting in the hot tub and she was
facing away from him as she began bouncing over the cock in her ass.
Xavier moved in front of her then. His cock was only half hard, but he
grabbed the tip and tugged on it a couple times until it was it's hard
fourteen inches.
Brooke's jaw was sore now, so she just started jerking her hand along
Xavier's massive shaft and stroking his balls with her other hand. She
felt jets of cum shoot into her ass. Solomon just held still, leaving
his cock buried in her ass while she jerked off Xavier. As his cock
started swelling, she wrapped her lips around the head, vowing not to
waste any sperm this time.
Afterwards, Solomon pushed her off him and Xavier stepped back. Devon
was hard again. He came up and pushed his cock into her...
Brooke lost track after that of whose cock was where, though each black
man came at least once more.
********************
Brooke awoke on a large king-sized bed. She was lying naked on the
covers. The sun was high in the sky indicating it was around noon
already.
She examined her body. Her nipples were swollen and sore. Her thighs
were bruised and her ass hurt. Dried sperm covered her body. It would be
awhile before she did anything like that again, but she would need big
cocks from now on. She'd have to find one black boyfriend to satisfy her
or maybe two.
Brooke didn't even bother covering up when Bull came in and handed her a
bloody Mary. He left without a word. Brooke looked around for a phone, found one and
called her nanny to make sure the kids were ok.
After hanging up, she walked over to a window overlooking the beach.
Solomon was just emerging from the water. A teenage girl in a bikini was
watching him. He spoke to her briefly, pointed at his house and she got
the impression he had invited her over sometime.
Brooke felt a pang of jealousy, but knew one woman could never satisfy a
man like Solomon King. The girl walked on down the beach, but kept
glancing back at him. Brooke couldn't blame her. Solomon was wearing
tiny Speedos, that hugged every inch of his cock and balls.
Brooke's clothes were over a chair. She dressed and walked downstairs,
entering the living room just as Solomon came in from outside after
toweling himself off.
"Good afternoon Miss Eranovich," he said.
"Mr. King," she nodded. "I need to get going now, but I was wanted to
know something."
"Anything."
"What exactly is going on in this town?"
"I admire your dedication Miss Eranovich. I'll tell you, if you'll agree
to work for me."
Brooke almost said yes. "I'd like that, but 'm happy where I am. I owe
my boss a lot for giving a poor single mother a chance."
"I see," said Solomon. "Come into my den, there's something I'd like you
to see."
She followed him into a large den. One wall was covered with TV’s. One
large, and then ten smaller ones surrounding it. Solomon pressed a
button and they all came on. They all showed a view of the outdoor
hot tub from different angles and ranges. Brooke's face turned pale as
the implications hit her. There must be a dozen camera's hidden in the
rafters of the upper deck.
Solomon pressed another button and images of herself with the three black
men covered the screens. One showed her undressing down to her lacy bra
and panties, one showed her jerking off Xavier, and one was zooming in
on Solomon's cock pushing into her ass. "Bull got to sit here and make a
very hot movie from all this action," said Solomon. Even after last
night, his cock was getting hard under his Speedos as he watched the
action on camera.
"What do you want from me?"
"Like I said, I want you to work for me. I could use a woman of your
intelligence and fortitude."
"And if I refuse, you'll blackmail me?"
"That's right."
"How do you know you can trust me?"
Solomon pressed another button and a picture of her front yard appeared
on the man screen. The image showed her getting out of her minivan
leading her four children into the house. The image froze on her four
children. Brooke recognized her outfit. This video had been taken just a
few days ago.
"Are you threatening my children?" she asked narrowing her eyes.
"Of course not. I would never physically hurt children. However, imagine
their emotional distress when this video found it's way into their
father's hands.
Brookes eyes widened. She'd lose custody of her kids. Her ex was a
drunken bum who had beat her on several occasions. She couldn't allow
him to raise their kids. Jesus, he could even demand child support and
take half her money.
"You're a bastard."
"I know," he said sliding his hand under his bathing suit and freeing
his cock. "Now come show me you accept."
Brooke found her knees weakening as she stared at his cock. Even after
last night, the horniness was returning. She fell to her knees and
kissed the head. Damn him! Damn herself! Her body was responding to him.
Her nipples were hardening and her pussy was gushing. She liked obeying
him. She liked being used like a slut. She wanted to suck him off again.
"Welcome to E&I Enterprises," said Solomon as she pushed her lips down
around his cock head.
The End
Author’s Note: This is obviously a spoof of Erin Brockovich. I originally used Julia Roberts name, but changed it to a parody name in my revision. I thought about changing the movie title, “Weekend at Bernies”, but I thought the movie gives a good image of what I think the rich section of Stony Harbor looks like.
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