An E&I Enterprises Story
copyright 2001 by Stormbringer
Revised 2009
This was originally a four part story. Each chapter features the sexual escapades of a different woman.
June 2001
Part 1: Debbie
"I don't think that's wise. I'm not used to drinking. Besides, who's
driving?"
"Loosen up Alisa and have another margarita," said Sheri. "It's your
party for god's sake and we're calling a taxi."
Debbie got up and followed Sheri into the kitchen where they started
mixing up some more frozen margaritas. The four best friends were
celebrating Alisa's bacheolorette party. They had known each other since high school and kept in close contact ever since.
The four young women were in Sheri's house in Northeastern
Pennsylvania. Alisa and Kerry lived relatively close in New Jersey and
New York respectively while Debbie lived in New York City. It was three
days before Alisa's wedding.
"I don't think Alisa appreciated your gift," said Sheri. Debbie had
given the traditional gag gift of a dildo to the conservative young
woman.
"I know," said Deb. "I looked all over the city for a realistic white
one, but all the sex shops seem to carry anymore are oversized black
ones and they're all ten to fourteen inches long. Besides, that's not
the only thing I got her."
"Alright," whispered Sheri keeping her voice down so that Alisa and
Kerry couldn't hear. "What have you got planned?"
"Who me?" asked Debbie innocently. "What makes you think I've got
something planned?"
"Because you've always got something up your sleeve and because if you
didn't have something planned you would have drug us all out to a bar by
now."
"Guilty," confessed Debbie. She was the wild one of the bunch. Debbie
had the kind of thin waist and big breasts that attracted a lot of male
attention. The sexy blonde discovered sex early in high school and
hadn't looked back. She liked her men so much she was the only one who
wasn't married except for Alisa. All four were twenty-five, and Debbie thought the twenties should be spent having fun, not settling down. "I've got a stripper coming."
"I knew it," said Sheri. "How'd you find one?"
"Yellow pages. Some place called the Zebra Club in Jersey. I requested a
muscular blonde guy. I like the surfer type. I hope he has a good tan."
"I hope he has a nice package," said Sheri.
"Sheri! I must be rubbing off on you."
Sheri blushed. "I've been married five years now and it gets dull
seeing the same guy every night. I love Dan and would never do anything
to hurt him, but it might be fun to look at another guy once in awhile."
Sheri had reddish-brown hair, white freckled skin, and a firm, fit
body. Her figure was so nice she could have been a bikini model where
Debbie looked more like a stripper.
"I get the impression the fire is dying."
"Yeah, we only make love about once a month now. We're just so tired
from teaching by the end of the day. Not that I would change anything
about my life, but I miss the newness of when we first started dating."
Debbie patted her friend on the shoulder, grabbed two margaritas and
carried them out to the living room.
The women were reminiscing about old times when the doorbell rang. "I'll
get it," said Sheri, Debbie following her to the door.
Sheri opened the door and found herself staring into a broad, muscular,
uniformed chest with a badge on it. She looked up to find a light
skinned black man grinning at her, wearing a motorcycle helmet, his eyes
covered by reflective sun glasses. "Is there a problem officer?"
"You ordered a stripper?" asked the cop.
Debbie giggled. "I asked for a big blonde guy."
The black man took off his helmet to reveal dyed blonde hair. "You got
it."
"But I wasn't expecting a bl..."
"You got a problem with black people," interrupted the stripper.
"N-no not at all," said Debbie. She had nothing against blacks. Kerry on
the other hand hated them with a passion.
"Well, it's me or no one," said the black man. "My name's Lamar."
"Alright Lamar, let's do it," said Debbie.
Lamar handed Sheri a boom box and told her to hit play when he pointed
at her. "Which one's the bride-to-be?"
"She's sitting in the recliner," said Sheri. "Go easy on her, she's
shy."
Lamar pushed past the two women and entered the living room. The two
other women looked up at him in surprise. "Ladies, there’s been a
complaint about the noise coming from this house."
"I'm sorry officer," said Alisa sitting up in her chair. "I wasn't aware
we were that loud."
"You weren't and that's the complaint. You need to make some noise," said Lamar, pointing at Sheri. She hit play on the boom box and fast paced rap started pounding out of it. Lamar ripped his shirt open right in front of the startled young woman. Alisa blushed as she stared at a hard, muscled chest the likes of which she had never seen on a man before. He wasn't built like a dancer, more like a boxer, but his movements were graceful. Kerry looked disgusted, but she stared at the man's chest also. Debbie and Sheri, sat, and started urging him on.
Lamar danced around the room bringing his chest close to each girl and
thrusting his hips suggestively. He tossed his glasses aside and then
the helmet came off. Soon, he was only wearing trousers as he kicked his
shoes off.
"Damn, that would look so sexy on a white guy," said Debbie staring at
the man's chest. He was dancing before a very uncomfortable Kerry. The
look on her face was one of such disgust that Debbie thought Lamar would
be offended. Kerry had once mentioned that her grandfather was in the
KKK, some of his beliefs had been passed down to her parents and then on
to her. Kerry had raven-dark hair and pale skin. She was the only mother
in the group. Before her daughter was born, she had a nice figure. She
had not been able to lose the extra weight she had put on during her
pregnancy. Her breasts were now large udders and her body jiggled in
places once smooth and firm. For now, she had the kind of voluptuous body that drove men crazy, but promised to become fat by the time she was thirty.
"I think he's sexy, even if he is black," said Sheri clapping her hands
in delight when he came back over to dance for her. "I wish my husband
had a chest half this nice."
"You can touch it if you want," said Lamar. Sheri ran her hand down
Lamar's chest to his rock hard abs. There wasn't an ounce of fat on his
body, everywhere was hard muscles.
"Me too," said Debbie jumping up and running her hand across Lamar's
torso. "I've never felt a chest this hard."
He turned to Alisa and Kerry. "Any of you ladies want to feel a cop or cop a feel?"
Alisa's face was bright red as she shook her head no. Kerry shook her
head also.
Debbie sat back down as Lamar moved on. The man had been sweating and
her hands were slick from rubbing his chest. She could smell him on her
hands. In fact the whole room was filling with the man's scent. It was
not an offensive odor. It was a very masculine smell that she found
attractive. If the other girls hadn't been watching, she would have
brought her hand up to her nose to take a deeper whiff. Debbie's nipples
hardened under her bra and her thighs grew clammy with moisture. She had
never entertained sexual thoughts about a black man before, but then she
had never seen a man like Lamar. She glanced over at Sheri and saw her
nipples were also poking out of her blouse. Her friend was as turned on
as she was.
Debbie's mind flashed back to when she was gift hunting in New York's
sex shops. Interracial magazines and movies had taken up half the floor
space in every store she had entered. All featured muscular black men
with large breasted white women on the covers. The floor space devoted to such stuff obviously indicated a growing trend towards interracial sex. She had been surprised to find that all the dildos in every store also reflected the trend. Every one had been black and unrealistically large.
Debbie looked over at the ten inch black dildo standing erect on the
nightstand besides Alisa, then she turned her attention back on the
black man. "Hey Lamar, lets see what you've got under those pants,"
yelled Debbie.
"Pay if you want to see it," said Lamar looking down at Kerry. She shook
her head no and was trying not to stare at Lamar's chest. Debbie noticed
the outlines of Kerry’s nipples showing too. Even her bigoted friend was turned on, though she was trying to hide it and obviously ashamed of her reaction. There was even a wet spot by one nipple from where she was lactating.
Sheri waved a twenty and Lamar danced over to her. She shoved the money
into his trousers. Lamar slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled it out.
His fake gun and handcuffs fell to the floor.
Debbie quickly pulled out a twenty and Lamar danced over to her. She
shoved the twenty in his pocket and looked up at him. "Unbutton my
pants," he said. Debbie was surprised to find her hands shaking as she
reached up and unbuttoned his pants. "Now pull the zipper down," he
ordered. Debbie did, staring as tiger print briefs slowly revealed
themselves before he danced out of her reach and over towards Alisa.
Debbie suddenly felt jealous of her friend, she wanted to finish
removing Lamar's pants.
"How about you?" asked Lamar. Alisa was still bright red and she shook
her head, but her eyes were wide as she stared at his open trousers.
Alisa had long brown hair, always pulled back. She never wore makeup and
always wore long skirts and bulky blouses to hide her body. The way her
clothes bulged out suggested a figure to rival Debbie's but no one had
seen it, not even her fiancé. She had broken down and had sex with him,
but only in the dark, and she had worn a nightgown, lifting it up as he
entered her. She would have been the best looking girl in the group if
she put some effort into it.
"Come on Alisa," shouted Sheri.
"Yeah do it," yelled Debbie. "Have some fun."
Alisa reached into her purse and pulled out a ten. "Is this ok?" she
asked.
"Yeah honey. Put it in my pants." Alisa reached out and stuffed the bill
away. "Now pull my pants down over my hips."
Debbie was really jealous now as she watched Lamar's ass appear. It
wasn't briefs he was wearing it was more like a loin cloth and it left
his ass cheeks bare. They were as hard as his chest. Alisa was staring
cross-eyed at his crotch.
Lamar turned back around to Kerry. Even she was looking flushed now.
Debbie could see that the loin cloth looked longer then normal and it
was a little tented up about half way to Lamar's knees. She got a better
view when Lamar came back over to Sheri. "How far are you allowed to go?" asked Debbie.
"Depends how much you tip," said Lamar.
"Is it worth it?" asked Sheri, pushing a twenty into the string on his
waist.
"Compared to me, that dildo over there is a cute little toy.
"Bull shit!" said Debbie.
"Tell you what. If you agree to tip me ten bucks an inch, I'll take it
all off."
"Do it," said Debbie. "I gotta see that monster." Lamar untied his loin
cloth and it fell to the floor. "Jesus!" said both Debbie and Sheri.
"Let me see," pleaded Alisa, shocking herself. The margaritas making her
less uptight.
Lamar walked around the room naked. Alisa furrowed her brows in
disbelief. Kerry's jaw fell open. Lamar's cock dangled down about eight
inches, bigger then any man they had ever seen and he wasn't even hard.
It was slightly plump and angled out bending towards the floor. Even his
balls were huge.
"How big is it hard?" asked Debbie.
"Touch it to find out," said Lamar returning to her. Debbie hesitated
and then reached up, grabbing his dick. "Just give it a few tugs," he
said.
Debbie tugged, feeling her grip open as it swelled up. The thick black
cock lengthened and rose until it was now angled upward. "How big?"
asked Debbie.
"Twelve inches," said Lamar proudly. "That's $120 dollars you owe me."
"May I touch it? asked Sheri.
Debbie was reluctant to release it, but Lamar tugged it out of her grasp
and let Sheri run her hands all over it. "It's so hard," said Sheri.
"I've never seen or felt anything like it." It was so big, it seemed to
defy gravity. Lamar was uncircumcised, just the tip of a huge, bulbous
cock-head peeking out of his foreskin. Sheri pulled down on his shaft,
so that his cock-head emerged, every bit as big and hard as the rest of
him.
Lamar pulled it out of her grip too and walked over to Kerry, but she
recoiled from it so he moved on to Alisa. "Wanna touch it?" he asked,
waving it under her nose.
Alisa sniffed the air around it and then breathed deeply as if inhaling
his scent and then, even shy, conservative Alisa reached out and
squeezed the head. "It's so much bigger then my fiancé," she said.
"I'm sure he's not black," said Lamar dancing back over to Debbie.
"Anything else you wanna see before I put it away?"
"Don't put it away," said Debbie thinking how it was a crime to cover up
a penis that beautiful.
"You like my cock?"
"It's incredible."
"Why don't you give the head a kiss then."
Her hand had automatically rose up to stroke it. Debbie didn't hesitate,
she forgot about the other girls and leaned forward kissing the
purplish-black, plum-sized head of Lamar's cock. Kerry gasped, stood up,
and left the room. Debbie didn't even care anymore what her friends
thought. She gave the tip a little lick, tasting his pre-cum. She was
prepared to do more just as the music stopped and Lamar backed away. The
girls were silent as he dressed. Debbie couldn't look at them.
"Well I hope you ladies enjoyed the show." He stood at the door once
again in his fake cop uniform. The three women nodded, Kerry still
hadn't returned to the room. "There is the little matter of my payment
and you still owe me $120 dollars," he said, looking at Debbie.
"I'm responsible for both then," said Debbie.
"Follow me out to my truck," said Lamar. Debbie rose up off the couch
and followed him.
"How much do I owe you?" asked Debbie as they stood by his truck.
"$200 to come out here, plus $120 for the bet."
"I don't have that much on me. I mean I covered the fee, but I hadn't
planned on your penis being that big."
"Little white boys have penises. You mean you didn't expect my black
cock to be this big." As Lamar spoke he unbuttoned his pants and pulled
his still rock-hard cock out. "Tell you what, this mutha ain't gonna go
down until it cums. If you finish what you started, I'll let you slide
on the bet."
"You don't mean..."
"I want you to suck my cock."
"I can't," she blurted out automatically, though the thought excited
her. Debbie wanted to suck him off. Usually, a blow job was something
she did so that a guy would return the favor, but with Lamar, she wanted
to please him. It made her feel honored to have the privilege of making
that huge black cock cum. The only thing stopping her was her friends.
"It's that or fork over the money. I'm doing you a big favor here."
"You are. Thank you," said Debbie. He was being kind, letting her slide
on the bet. She found herself falling to her knees before his cock. She
took Lamar's cock head in her mouth and started running her tongue all
around it. She stretched her jaw wide and pushed her lips towards his
crotch. She wanted to make this the best blow job ever, but she had
never encountered one this large. She felt herself choking as it pushed
into her throat. She relaxed her jaw, vowing to try harder.
********************
"What's taking Deb so long?" said Alisa, as Kerry returned to the room.
Sheri got up and peeked out the window. "I can see his head sticking up
above a truck, but I can't see Debbie. His body must be blocking her."
"Can you believe the size of that thing?" asked Alisa still amazed.
"I tell you they're subhuman," said Kerry. "I can't believe she put her
lips on a filthy Negros’s dick."
Sheri's nod of agreement was halfhearted. Lamar's foot long cock was
something she would never forget. She strongly suspected she would have
kissed it to, if he had asked her.
********************
"Do you like sucking my cock?"
Debbie nodded her head moving her lips along several inches of Lamar's
shaft. She had managed to swallow seven inches, but was having trouble
with the rest. She ended up sucking on the first five inches while
jacking the rest off with both her hands. His cock was swelling and it
seemed to throb as he approached orgasm.
"Do you swallow?"
Debbie shook her head no without removing his cock from her mouth.
"You’re going to swallow mine."
Debbie hesitated, then nodded agreement. A minute later his cock
exploded in her mouth quickly filling it with sperm. She swallowed most,
but some still trickled down her chin. Debbie was ready to release it
when it blasted another wad as big as the first. None of her boyfriends
came close to matching one wad of Lamar's sperm, but then none of them
had the black man's big balls either.
He shot several smaller loads and she swallowed every drop
wondering why she had always refused to swallow before. There was
something indescribably wonderful about kneeling before such a masculine
man and swallowing cum from his huge cock. She squeezed the head between
her lips until it shrank a couple inches and she was sure he was done as
she stroked every drop out of his long shaft.
Lamar pulled it out and smacked his wet cock against her cheeks. "You
want this cock?"
"Yes, but my friends..."
"Come to my club and I'll give you what you want."
********************
"What took you so long? Have you been crying?" asked Sheri. Debbie's
cheeks were all puffy.
"No, I'm fine. I was getting directions. Lamar invited us back to his
club. He said he will have the dancers put on a special show for us."
"I don't know. It's kind of late," said Kerry.
"Free drinks," said Debbie.
"Count me in then." said Sheri. She looked at Alisa. "How about it
Alisa? It's your party."
"Alright, let's go, but we're taking a taxi home if we get too drunk."
Debbie had the largest car and the three girls followed her as they left
the house.
Part 2: Sheri
"Where we headed?" asked Alisa.
"His club is just outside New York City, in Jersey," said Debbie not
taking her eyes off Lamar's truck in the distance.
"New York! That's two hours away." exclaimed Kerry.
"Relax, you can all crash at my place." Debbie lived in New York City.
"Todd will be worried," said Alisa, thinking about her fiancé. It was her bachelorette party.
"He's probably bombed out of his mind and looking at his own stripper."
"Not my Toddy." Alisa had lucked out and found someone just like
Herself; conservative, moral, and not much of a drinker. He had money
too and they were looking to start a family almost immediately.
Eventually, the car carrying the four women arrived at the strip club
pulling up behind Lamar. Debbie didn't wait for the other girls to exit
the car, she just hopped out and ran straight to Lamar. She seemed
infatuated with the black stripper with the blonde hair and huge cock.
Sheri felt a strong desire for the stripper too after seeing him wave
that giant black snake under her nose.
Sheri got out of the car followed by Alisa and Kerry. The place had
closed up about an hour ago and the parking lot was near deserted. It
had started raining about a half hour ago. The only people she could see
was a white woman with a black man. The woman was sitting on a car hood
with her legs wrapped around the back of a muscular black man. They were
kissing passionately ignoring the rain.
A big neon sign read Zebra Club and it appeared to be two clubs in one.
Two massive black men stood outside one door. Lamar led them to the
other door on the other side of the building.
"This better be worth it Lamar," shouted a deep voice when the
blonde-haired black man entered the club. "I turned down two dates and a
hundred bucks to wait for you."
"It will be," said Lamar. Sheri followed Debbie into the bar. Two black
men sat around some empty tables near the stage. A giant of a black man
with a gut was putting the bar stools up.
Lamar said to the bartender, "Pour these girls something special. Alisa
Here is getting married in three days."
The bartender grinned and walked behind the bar. None of the girls saw
him press a button on the beer tap that mixed Xcite in with the drinks.
He set them before the women.
Alisa felt bad because Lamar had promised them free drinks and she
didn't like beer. "Could I have a mixed drink instead? I know they cost
extra. I can pay you."
"What would ya like?"
"I don't know, any mix drink?"
The bartender mixed her a drink keenly aware that she was watching his
every move and he couldn't drug it.
"Wow, that's good," said Alisa tasting it after he set it in front of
her. "What is it?"
"It's called a white Russian."
"I like it. Why the funny name?"
"It's cause white men are always Russian through sex."
Alisa just frowned at the huge black man. She found him slightly
obnoxious, and he was staring at her bulky clothes like he was trying to
see what she was hiding under them, but he did mix a good drink. "What
do I owe you?"
"Nuthin. It's after last call, can't charge you."
"Thanks." She could barely taste the alcohol and half was gone before
she joined the other girls.
Sheri took the seat beside Debbie and Lamar around the stage. Alisa sat
beside Kerry in a table away from the stage.
The bartender started some music and the curtains opened. The black man
who had complained about losing two dates stood on the stage dressed as
an African warrior. He wore a fake lion skin headdress and cape, a grass
skirt, and white tooth necklace. His chest was even broader and more
muscular then Lamar's. Sheri found herself holding her breath as he
started to dance.
"That's Leon," said Lamar. "He's one of our best dancers." Leon danced
around doing some kind of tribal routine, waving his arms and thrusting
his hips. Sweat soon coated his chest making him glisten under the
lights.
Sheri reached in her purse and pulled out a five dollar bill. Leon
danced over to her and kneeled down. He had a band around his leg and
she shoved the bill into it. Leon's big white teeth grinned at her from
his dark black face. He reached behind him and fiddled with something.
When he stood up again, the grass skirt remained at his feet. He was
wearing a tiger stripped loin cloth under the skirt. Sheri glimpsed a
tremendous penis stuffed into tight underwear before the loincloth
covered it. Sheri glanced over at Debbie to see if she had seen it, but
Debbie was running her hand under Lamar's shirt along his chest and not
paying attention.
"What are those rooms?" asked Debbie, looking around the bar.
"They're for private dances," responded Lamar.
"What goes on?"
"You get one on one interaction with the dancer. Some touching is
allowed."
"Can we do it?"
"Sure, it costs fifty bucks."
"Let's go."
Sheri watched Lamar lead Debbie off into the other room. Alisa and
Kerry were watching them leave with frowns on their faces.
Being the only one sitting at the stage, Sheri found herself the center
of Leon's attention. Several times he made to take off his loincloth,
but retreated. Sheri got the hint, dug into her purse and pulled out
another five.
Leon kneeled before her. The stage was built so that her face was
staring directly at his crotch. She reached out, her hand coming
dangerously close to the bulge under his loincloth as she stuck the bill
beside the other on his thigh. Leon stood up and untied the loincloth.
Sheri felt her heart flutter as he stood. The height of the stage gave
the impression that she was lying at his feet looking up at some kind of
black god. He was dancing for her pleasure, but she felt like the subservient one. She was being rewarded for her behavior by seeing
more of Leon's body after each tip. She couldn't imagine what this place
would be like crowded with dozens of women competing for Leon's
attention.
The loincloth fell to the floor and Leon discarded the lion skin cape.
He was now nude except for the necklace and briefs so thin and tiny they
looked about to burst. The front was just a pouch designed to hold
privates much smaller then Leon's. She could see the outline of his
balls, the material so tight she could make out the crease between them.
His cock seemed coiled around itself, but a large mushroom shaped lump
indicated a cock head the size of a golf ball. He danced away briefly
and she could see just a string traveling between his ass cheeks,
leaving his muscular ass bare.
"Wanna see more?" he asked kneeling before her again.
"Are you allowed to show more?"
"Not when we're open, but this is a private party. I can show you
whatever you want."
Sheri dug in her purse. She was out of small bills. She pulled out a
twenty. Seeing that monster was worth a twenty. She reached out with the
bill and stuck it beside the others. Leon stood and yanked his underwear
down.
It seemed to roll out of his underwear, falling halfway to his knees.
Leon's cock was thick and tremendous, looking like a fat black banana
swaying between his legs. She heard the other girls gasp behind her at
the sight, she had forgotten they were there. Sheri's eyes followed the
swinging black sausage, so different from her husband's penis. Her
husband was probably six inches long when erect and Leon's cock was
longer and thicker soft. As she stared, it swelled up even bigger and
grew an inch.
Leon stepped out of his underwear and pulled off the necklace. He was
now completely nude. Leon squatted before her face, his cock so long,
the tip brushed the stage. "Go ahead and touch it."
Sheri reached out and wrapped her fingers around the second black cock
in as many hours. Both Lamar and Leon far outclassed her husband or any
white man she had ever seen. Of course, they were strippers and probably
gifted beyond normal men.
Sheri squeezed it until his cock expanded, growing in her hand. It's
power was such that it lifted her hand up as it rose into the sky. It
was now harder then any penis she had ever seen, both unbendable and
unyielding as it stopped growing at just over a foot long.
"Impressed?" he asked.
"God yes." she said stroking her hand along it. She had a strong desire
to take him in her mouth. Fortunately, lest she give in to her impure
thoughts, Leon stood and left the stage before she got carried away. A
big bald stripper replaced him with every bit as much promise in the
crotch areas as Leon and Lamar.
Sheri glanced at the private booth. She could glimpse a naked Lamar
standing between Debbie's legs and, Jesus, but it looked like she was
licking the head of his cock. Sheri envied Debbie's unmarried status at
that moment.
"Tip me and I'll let you touch it," said Leon.
Sheri turned. A naked Leon, cock still hard, was standing beside the
other two women making his rounds. "No thanks," said Kerry looking
disgusted, but not taking her eyes off Leon's cock.
"I'll do it," said Alisa, taking a bill from her purse. The bride-to-be
stuck the bill beside the others and grabbed Leon's cock. "Nice to meet
you," she said shaking it like she was giving a hand shake and giggling
drunkenly.
That wasn't like Alisa at all. Sheri could see three empty glasses of
white Russian’s beside her friend. Alisa could be a lot of fun when she
loosened up.
Leon headed over to Sheri and she found her heart rate increasing. His
big cock preceded him by over a foot. Damn, she never remembered being
this horny before. "And did you enjoy the show, little lady?" he asked.
"I'm Sheri and yes I did very much." It was hard not to stare at the
baseball bat between his legs. He moved so that his tipping band was
beside her. Sheri took the hint and reached in her purse. Her hand came
out holding a fifty. She glanced over at the private rooms, then back at
the fifty, then up at Leon. "Can I get a private dance?"
"Sure baby," said Leon grabbing the fifty out of her hand. "Lets go."
Sheri stood up and followed Leon. Behind her Alisa said, "Come on Kerry
lets move up to the stage."
Leon moved the curtain aside and Sheri saw an amazing site. Lamar was
sitting on the bench stroking his cock while Debbie danced for him. She
had stripped down to a sexy pair of lacy bra and panties. "I didn't know
you could dance," said Sheri watching Debbie sway her hips. Debbie had
the body of a stripper where Sheri's was more like a model's with
smaller, firmer breasts.
Debbie looked like she was upset at being disturbed," but said, "It's
just coming natural."
"It is natural for a woman to dance to please a man," said Lamar.
Sheri found that sexist, but didn't respond and was kind of shocked
when Debbie nodded her head agreeing with Lamar. Debbie was very free
spirited and usually didn't take crap from men. She was acting like a
love sick puppy ever since she had first seen Lamar's cock.
Leon spun her around and sat her down on the bench beside Lamar. The
seats put her at face level with Leon's erect banana bobbing as he began
to dance. For something called a privacy booth there wasn't much
privacy. She glanced at Lamar and could see his huge cock glistening
from where Debbie had been sucking on it. Debbie was now topless and
Lamar was kneading her big breasts, tugging on her nipples, and every
now and then leaning forward to kiss them.
Leon grabbed her head and turned it towards his cock as he began moving
it before her eyes. It had a hypnotic affect on her and she couldn't
take her eyes off it. His voice broke her trance. "How long you been
married?"
Sheri rubbed her thumb along her ring finger without taking her eyes of
Leon's cock. "Five years."
"How nice. Does your husband have a cock like this?"
"Ha. No, not even close."
"Oh that’s too bad. I bet you haven't had a good fuck in years then."
How rude, she thought, but he wasn't wrong. It had been over a year
since she had an orgasm. Sheri did the math in her head. No, it had
been a couple years. She and Dan were just too busy teaching, that sex
felt more like a duty then fun. Every nerve in her body was telling her
that the delicious smelling cock he was swaying under her nose wouldn't
have trouble giving her orgasms.
"Dear god, that‘s good!"
That was Debbie. Sheri glanced over at her friend and was shocked to
see she was nude and had lowered herself over Lamar's dick. Sheri could
see her friends engorged clit and pussy lips spread wide around the huge
intruder and she had only taken a couple inches.
"I'm cumming!"
Sheri watched as a steady stream of clear fluid slid down Lamar's cock
helping to coat it and Debbie slid down it a couple more inches.
The hot sex show next to her, the sexual smell filling the confined
room, and her unusual state of arousal all contributed to what Sheri
did next. Her tongue licked out and along the tip of Leon's cock. He
immediately stopped moving it and held it before her mouth as her tongue
licked all around the head.
Sheri just had to suck him off, just had to. A blow job wasn't really
cheating anyway. She wasn't about to go any further.
Sheri was out of practice. She hadn't done this for her husband in
years and that had been like swallowing a straw compared to Leon's black
PVC pipe. With Dan, she sucked just to lubricate him before sex and she
never swallowed. With Leon, her purpose was to show her respect for his
masculinity.
Sheri stretched her jaw wide around his cock head and took him into her
mouth. She pushed forwards and felt herself gagging as the head entered
her throat.
Leon stepped back and pulled her to her feet, switching places with her.
He pushed her back down and sat beside Lamar. Sheri was now kneeling on
the dirty floor. She glanced at Debbie. Her friend had impaled herself
on Lamar's cock and was sitting still while she grew accustomed to
having her pussy stuffed so full. Sheri could clearly see the steady
stream of her friend's cum dripping over Lamar's balls. Leon smacked his
cock across her face and she took the hint, taking him into her mouth
once again.
This position was easier on her throat and she pushed down taking
several inches into her throat this time. It felt natural and primal to
be kneeling between his legs like this. Sheri found herself letting go,
attacking his cock with more gusto then she had ever shown her husband.
Leon pulled his cock out of her mouth when she had bobbed her head up to
the tip. He pulled it back to his stomach and said, "lick my balls."
Sheri obeyed, licking all around his hairy nut sack, amazed at how big
and full they were. He released his cock and it smacked her in the face.
She quickly returned his shaft to her mouth.
Eventually, Leon's cock swelled even bigger and began twitching. She
wanted him to cum more then anything, but she also wanted this to last
forever. The head of his cock grew so big, she feared it would wedge in
her throat, so she backed off just sucking on the tip. His cock spasmed,
filling her mouth with so much sperm her cheeks bulged out. She
swallowed it, only to have her mouth fill with sperm again and again.
She had never swallowed Dan's cum before, but then her husband hadn't
cum this much in five years of marriage.
Leon stood and she kept the tip in her mouth making sure she had sucked
it dry. "Keep sucking, it'll stay hard," he said switching places with
her again. His cock never left her mouth as he lifted her up onto the
bench. Sheri glanced at Debbie. Milky white sperm now coated Lamar's
shaft as Debbie slowly rode him. Her eyes had rolled up in her head and
she looked like she was in heaven.
Leon pulled her to her feet again and began unbuttoning her blouse. She
looked at his still hard cock glistening with her saliva as he opened
her shirt. "No Leon, we can't go any further. I'm married. I don't know
why I did that."
"Relax baby," he said. "I just wanna see you. It's only fair. You've
seen me naked."
Sheri didn't fight him as he removed her blouse and his skilled hands
unsnapped her bra. "But you’re a stripper. I'm supposed to see you naked
in exchange for tipping you. Ahhhh..." Sheri moaned as Leon began
pinching her nipples. Her breasts weren't large and her nipples were
only as big as dimes, but they were the hardest she's ever seen them.
"Let me see you naked and I'll tip you," said Leon already undoing her
jeans.
Sheri had already spent over a hundred bucks on the two strippers and
wondered how much of it she'd get back if Leon tipped her. She held
still and let him pull her jeans down over her hips. She quickly yanked
her panties down embarrassed by their drabness compared to Deb's sexy
Pair from Hidden Closet. "Well, am I worth tipping?" she asked quivering with fear he'd reject her. Sheri knew she was attractive and had a great figure, but she always felt plain next to Deb.
"You’re beautiful, Sheri. I think you deserve a big tip." Sheri flushed
with pleasure at his compliment. He continued, "but first I want to see
you. Sit down." Sheri obeyed. She was a little embarrassed by her hairy
bush. She hadn't needed to shave off any of the reddish-brown hair.
"Open your legs up for me. I wanna see your insides."
Sheri hesitated a fraction of a second. She hadn't even given Dan the
view Leon was asking to see. His look suggested he wouldn't take no for
an answer and she found her knees slowly opening.
"Not good enough," said Leon. He bent down and grabbed her ankles
spreading her legs wide. Sheri gasped as her pussy opened up for him to
see. "Damn bitch, is yo pussy always this wet?"
“Not that I can remember."
"One last thing before I tip you," said Leon moving forward between her
legs and bending down. "I want to kiss those pretty red lips."
"I s-shouldn't," she stuttered, his body looming over her. His hands
still gripped her ankles spreading them wide.
"Just a kiss and then your tip." Sheri parted her lips as the large
black man brought his lips down against hers. She planned on just a
quick peck, but his tongue pushed into her mouth. She pushed back trying
to force it out of her mouth, but instead they just slid around each
other. "Here's your tip," he said breaking contact with her lips.
Sheri's pussy lips parted as Leon's bulbous cock-head entered her. She
was so wet and so spread open, it easily slid inside. "Oh god," she
moaned. "What are you doing?"
"It's just the tip," he said kissing her again. "It's what you wanted
isn't it? Want me to take the tip back?"
"No," she cried, ashamed of herself.
"Want a bigger tip?"
"Yes."
Leon pushed some more in and pulled back. He began thrusting his hips,
letting her juices coat his cock and pushing more in with each thrust.
"Oh god Dan, why don't you feel this good inside me," she cried feeling
guilty for betraying her husband and guiltier for enjoying it so much.
"It's cause he's white, bitch. Dan will never feel good inside you ever
again after this." With one powerful thrust Leon slammed his entire foot
long cock inside her.
Sheri felt her pussy balloon up around his cock and then her muscles
squeezed down against it as if not wanting to let it out. Her pussy
spasmed around it and a wave of pleasure traveled up her body as her
first orgasm in years burst from her womb. Correction, her first ever
orgasm, none of the others even came close to the one Leon's fat cock
had given her.
And that was just the first of many. Leon leaned forward and braced
himself on the bench. Sheri threw her legs over his shoulders and held
on as Leon began to move. He started slow, keeping his cock buried in
her and just moving it a little. His thrusts turned deeper, more
powerful, until Leon was fucking her with the entire length of his cock.
His powerful piston-like thrusts drew orgasm after orgasm out of her and
she had never been multi orgasmic. She no longer felt guilty for
cheating on Dan. She felt angry now that she knew there were men, real
men, out there that knew how to fuck like Leon and apparently Lamar
also. Real men, that know how to treat a woman, black men. "Fuck me,"
she growled at him, raising her hips up into his thrusting cock. "Fuck
me with your big black cock."
Leon buried his cock in her and it jerked as he impaled her. Sheri
screamed and writhed around his cock as she had her biggest orgasm yet.
Jet after jet of his hot cum sprayed places no man had ever gone before
and she thrashed around in total ecstasy.
Leon pulled out. "I gotta piss. I'll be back." Sheri could see Kerry,
the bigot of the group standing by the curtains peeping in as Leon left.
Her friend looked aghast at what she saw. Then the curtains fell closed
again.
Sheri sat on the bench with her legs spread wide and Leon's cum
dripping out of her pussy. His sperm pooled on the floor and as she
watched it, she noticed the stains of countless pools of cum on the
floor, the walls, even the bench. The stains were faint as if someone
attempted to clean them up, but it was in vain.
Debbie was sitting beside her now, sucking on Lamar's cock as he stood
between her legs. Black men seemed to have an amazing recovery rate. "I
hope I get another belly full," said Debbie as she teased the tip of
Lamar's cock with her tongue. It was swollen and glistening as he
approached orgasm again.
"So you want to swallow more of my cum?" Lamar pulled his cock out of
Deb's mouth and was looking down at Sheri as he said it. He stepped
back, squatted down before Sheri's spread legs, quickly pushing his
cock into her.
"Another hot, white pussy satisfied by black cock," he said. Lamar had
been close with Debbie's blow job and didn't last long. "I'm gonna fill
that white pussy with some cum bitch."
"No Lamar, I wanted it," said Debbie.
Lamar's back was arched as he shot Sheri's cum-soaked pussy full of his
sperm. "You want it. There it is. Go get it. He pulled Debbie up and
pushed her between Sheri's legs.
Debbie stared at Sheri's sperm saturated pussy for a moment and then
leaned forward. Sheri arched her back as a wave of pleasure shot up her
spine. Debbie's tongue sounded like a dog lapping up water as it licked
over her labia and up to her engorged clit. Debbie was running her
tongue around trying to get all the sperm she could. She was completely
unconcerned with Sheri's pleasure, but she still triggered an orgasm
and Sheri writhed in pleasure grinding her pussy into Debbie's mouth.
Suddenly, Debbie's tongue shot deep into her pussy farther then Dan's
prick had ever been and Debbie muffled a scream. Her face struggled to get out of Sheri’s pussy. Sheri opened her eyes
to see the bartender had entered the room and shoved his giant cock
into... "My god, he's fucking your ass."
"You're next little lady," said Leon returning from the bathroom, his
cock rising as he spoke.
The big bald stripper was following Leon. Yet another huge cock swung
between his legs, but it was rapidly rising as he stared at the two
girls.
Sheri just nodded. She was willing to do anything to please these men.
Another orgasm shot up her spine as Debbie's tongue was repeatedly
forced into her pussy from the ass fucking she was getting. Sheri had
no idea how she'd take Leon's big cock up her ass, but tonight she was
willing to try anything.
Part 3: Kerry
"Come on Alisa, we're getting out of here," said Kerry still reeling
from seeing her two closest friends debasing themselves with black men.
"Why, whatz wong?" asked Alisa. She never drank and the white Russians
had gone straight to her head.
"Those two sluts are in there fucking them jungle bunnies.
Jesus, they're fucking negroes."
"Even Sheri, sheesh married?"
"Even Sheri." Kerry didn't want anything to do with Debbie and Sheri
again. She was angry with them, but even angrier with herself for being
so turned on. She had never been this horny, even while trying to have a baby when ovulating. She couldn't deny feeling a flutter in her
stomach each time she saw one of the strippers' huge black cocks waving
under her nose.
"What's your hurry? I fixed you some more drinks." It was the bartender
holding two drinks out for them. He had removed his clothes and stood
naked. His eleven inch cock bobbed under a beer gut, that appeared to be
all muscle with no fat on it. "I thought we was gonna have some fun?"
"Nice to meet you," said Alisa, grabbing and shaking the bartender’s cock like she was shaking a hand. She had done the same thing with Leon and giggled like it was the funniest thing in the world.
"Come on Alisa, lets get out of here."
The bartender looked frustrated as they left. He hadn't been able to put
any Xcite into the bride-to-be's mixed drinks until now. He had really
been looking forward to seeing what Alisa was hiding under her bulky
clothes. Win some, lose some, at least there were two more sluts. He
turned and headed for the private booths.
Kerry looked back into the room as they walked out into the rain only to
see the bartender, the other stripper, and Leon, all naked, all
converging on where a fourth black man and her two friends waited for
them.
"How we getting home?" asked Alisa, suppressing a burp.
"Shit! Those two sluts have the car keys. I don't want anything to do
with them after tonight."
"But Debbie's my maid of honor and she's not married."
"You don't get it, they're black men. They're subhuman, less
intelligent, less evolved, ape men and our friends are fucking them.
We'll call a cab." Kerry looked around for a pay phone, but didn't see
any. The interracial couple making out in the parking lot had left,
leaving them alone. She remembered the two black bouncers outside the
companion club and decided to go see if there was a phone there she
could use.
Luckily, the bouncers were still standing there despite the club's
closing hours ago. "Excuse me," said Kerry walking around the corner.
"Is there a phone inside I can use?" These men were big, very big and
Kerry felt that flutter in her stomach again. She couldn't help glancing
down at their bulges. Instinct told her these men were every bit as big
as the others she had seen and their bulges proved her instincts right.
"Sure, go on inside," said one bouncer. He had a shaved head, a goatee,
and big muscular arms.
"Wait here, I'll be right back," said Kerry to Alisa. They were
protected from the rain by an awning where the bouncers waited.
"Wha are yous two doing working thiz late?" Alisa asked of the two
bouncers.
"A little drunk are we?" said one.
"We have to stay in case any husbands show up looking for their wives,"
said the other.
"Why?"
"You saw the male dancers next door. Lots of married women wander in
here looking for black men to fuck."
Alisa couldn't imagine so many married women willing to sin that the bar
needed to keep bouncers on so late. Then again, Sheri was apparently
getting fucked right this moment, as was Debbie, but Debbie wasn't
married. She found what Sheri was doing immoral and doubted if they
would stay friends.
********************
Kerry had never been in a nudie bar, but this one resembled the ones she
had seen in movies. There were several stages, each had a shiny gold
pole and mirrored walls. This room was a lot larger then next door and
Obviously that meant they got a larger crowd. Tables surrounded the stages and one had a large black man slumped over it passed out. The only other man in the room was another black man cleaning off the bar. He was as muscular as all the black men she had seen today which she found odd, but then being black they were probably all ex-cons and cons didn't have much to do, but lift weights.
"Can I help you Miss?" asked the bartender.
"Yes, I was wondering if I could use your phone?"
"It's broke."
Kerry jumped as a huge hand came down on her shoulder and spun her
around. The passed out black man now towered over her. He was the
ugliest man she had ever seen. His skin was black-black, his forehead
jutted out, he had sideburns, big flat lips, an even broader nose, and
his arms appeared too long giving him a simian appearance. He resembled
the racist caricatures of blacks she had seen in her granddaddy's KKK
newsletters.
"One mo dance," growled the black.
"What?"
"The nights not over. I wants one mo dance."
"I'm not a dancer. I just came to use the phone."
"One more dance, slut. Now!"
This was one scary looking black guy. Kerry looked at the bartender for
help. He just shrugged and said, "Better do what he says lady. That's
Mustafa and he's a mean son of a bitch, and a meaner drunk."
"Help me." Kerry shuddered when she realized he had said the phone
wasn't working and couldn't call the cops.
"I can't stop him." The bartender was big, huge even, but he looked a
dwarf next to Mustafa.
"Get the bouncers then," she pleaded.
"Dance slut." Mustafa's voice boomed out.
The bartender set a shot in front of Kerry. "Here drink this, it'll
loosen ya up. "I'll try to stop the bouncers, but they've probably
already left."
Kerry tilted her head back and downed the shot, just before Mustafa
picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She pounded her fists on
his back, but it was like hitting a brick wall.
Mustafa winked at the bartender who then hit the stereo and rap started
blaring forth. They had played this game before. An "enhanced" male had
to drink a shit load of booze to get drunk as their higher metabolism
burnt off the effects of the alcohol faster then normal men. Mustafa had
drunk a lot, enough to pass out, but was rapidly sobering up. He used
his appearance to cower his women into submission. He was way too ugly to get a woman without help. Along with the pheromones and the large dose of Xcite in her shot, she didn't stand a chance.
Jerome, the bartender watched her ass jiggle as Mustafa carried her to
the stage. Her whole body had that exciting jiggle and he couldn't wait
to see those huge breasts.
Jerome walked out to where the bouncers stood with an attractive, but
overly dressed woman was chatting with them. "Your friend decided to
stay," he said.
"But she's trying to get us a ride home."
"Marcus and Darren can drive you home. It's part of their jobs."
"Gladly," said Darren.
Jerome returned inside, intending to watch for awhile before joining in.
Mustafa had set Kerry on the stage and she just stood there looking down
at him as he sat at the stage. "Dance!" He slammed his fist down hard on
the stage.
Kerry started swaying her hips. She enjoyed dancing, but had never done
a strip tease, not even for her husband. She relaxed hoping the
bartender would be back with the bouncers to save her soon. For now,
just give the gorilla man what he wanted and try to stall. She closed
her eyes and listened to the music. Kerry hated rap, but the beat was
conducive to erotic dancing. Her body started moving to the rhythm of
the music. Kerry had been horny all night, though she tried to deny it.
As she danced, she was aware that the horniness was increasing until
getting her pussy stuffed was all she could think of. She tried to
picture her husband, but the only image that flashed in her mind was
Lamar's and Leon's black dicks.
"Take that shirt off."
The bartender had to be back soon. She opened her eyes, but she and
Mustafa were the only ones in the room. She'd just have to take it slow.
Kerry slowly untucked her shirt from her jeans and pulled it off over
her head. Her large breasts bounced out one after the other. They were
held up by a lacy blue bra. There were wet spots around her nipples from
where she was lactating. Her nipples looked like little missiles they
were so hard.
"Now the pants."
It was hard to dance and remove tight jeans, but Kerry did, almost
falling as she pulled it off her legs. She immediately felt cold air on
her bare ass, she had worn a thong.
"You're one sexy bitch."
Kerry was not fat, but the birth of her daughter a year ago had added
extra flesh to her formerly skinny body and swelled her breasts up to
double D's. She was probably going to keep gaining weight, but for now
she had a sexy, voluptuous body. Her husband went crazy over her new
boobs and ass. He insisted she wear sexy underwear and bought her
several sets from sexy to sleazy. She wore a lacy, blue bra and panties
so sheer you cold see her nipples and pubic hair through them. The thong
left her ass bare. The blue material contrasted nicely with her dark
black hair and pale skin. The lingerie had been an anniversary gift from
her husband.
"Let's see some tittys," yelled Mustafa, for the first time holding up a
bill.
Kerry looked around, but there was still no sign of help. She figured,
why the hell not make something for this humiliating experience. She
danced over to Mustafa and knelt while he stuck the bill in the band of
her panties. His touch sent both a shudder of disgust and a jolt of
sexual excitement up her spine. God she was horny. It couldn't possibly
be from dancing half naked before a black man could it?
Mustafa had paid to see her breasts. She stood up and reached around to
unhook her bra. Her breasts fell three inches as she released them. She
tossed the bra to the floor. She had never seen her nipples so swollen
and hard, not even when she was nursing.
Mustafa stood up and adjusted what looked like another enormous cock
underneath his sweat pants. His sweats were very loose fitting and she
could still see a pair of huge testicles pushing out the material. Why
did subhuman black men all appear to be so gifted in the crotch
department? He sat back down with what had to be a very uncomfortable
erection pushing out his sweats.
"Now the panties," he said, pulling out another bill.
Kerry decided, why not? She was already naked for all intense purposes.
For some reason, she enjoyed knowing that she had caused his erection.
Also, a fresh wave of lubrication had coated her pussy when she saw his
bulge and her panties were getting uncomfortably sticky. She walked over
to him and turned around stooping so that he could add this bill to the
last. He caressed her ass before she stood back up. Kerry gulped and
pulled out the waistband of her lacy thong. She bent down keeping her
legs straight and pulled the panties down. She watched the two bills he
had tipped her fall to the floor, knowing he was watching her ass and
pussy. Mustafa was getting a better view of her then even her husband
had ever had.
God, she needed a cock, especially a nice big one. If Mustafa was white
she probably go fuck the shit out of him right now, husband be damned.
She danced naked for awhile before saying, "I'm sorry, I gotta get
going."
"No, I want a lap dance first," said Mustafa pulling out two twenties
and tossing them on stage.
"What do I do?"
"Stupid slut. You just come dance 'tween my legs for awhile."
"If I give you a lap dance, can I go?"
"Whenever you want."
Kerry nodded and walked off the stage, Mustafa never took his eyes off
her bouncing tits and ass. She walked over to him and began dancing as
she approached. It was unnatural for a nude white woman to be dancing
for a black man's pleasure, but what she was doing felt perfectly
natural. There was something primal about dancing before a man such as
Mustafa.
He parted his legs, immediately drawing her eyes to the tent in his
sweat pants. She danced closer, approaching his huge cock as she swayed
her hips and held her long black hair up with her hands. He was a
perfect gentleman and kept his hands on his knees. "Turn around so I can
see that ass, he ordered.
Kerry danced out from between his legs and turned around. "Fuck, that's
a nice ass. You sure you don't have some black blood in you?" Kerry felt
a thrill go up her spine knowing he was pleased with her appearance, but
was insulted to be compared with a black woman.
"Baby got back. Bring that ass closer."
Kerry danced backwards and straight onto Mustafa's cock. Luckily, it
didn't penetrate her, it just slid between her legs along her labia,
growing slick with her juices. It slid so far between her legs she saw
an obscene cock-head the size of a small apple emerge between her legs
as she stared down between her breasts. The head disappeared and she
felt it sliding toward the entrance to her pussy. Just from the slight
contact and sight of it caused her to shudder from a small orgasm.
The temporary release her orgasm gave her, brought her to her senses
enough to jump up off his cock before it could penetrate her. She spun
around and stared at the monstrosity. It was the most hideous thing she
had ever seen, though it also attracted her. He had pulled his sweats
down around his knees revealing his penis and balls. Mustafa's cock was
around thirteen inches long and as thick as her wrist. It had a strong
leftward curve, in fact his entire crotch had a leftward slant. His left
ball was deformed, the size of a grapefruit, while the right was as big
as a large orange. The head was leaking out so much precum, for a minute
she thought he had orgasmed.
"I said I wanted a lap dance. Now sit on my lap. Mustafa grabbed her
waist and pulled her forward. This time he pushed his knees between her
legs until she parted them and straddled his tree trunk-sized thighs.
His hands grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her forwards. The huge cock
slid between her legs again, this time starting with the base. The first
hadn't been enough to satisfy the craving between her legs, she needed
to cum again. Just one more cum, then she could jump up and run out of
here.
Mustafa was not only pulling her up, along his cock. His hands were
effortlessly lifting her up.mHer pussy lips slid along his shaft until she felt them open up and part around the head. The head entered her, stretching her the widest she'd been since giving birth. She came again as he slowly raised and lowered her over over just a few inches of his cock. It was a strong orgasm, but it only increased her horniness. "More," she begged. Mustafa let go.
Pain and pleasure radiated out from her crotch as she was impaled by
more then twice the amount of cock she had ever experienced before. Her
pussy stretched out and reformed itself around the thirteen inch
invader. Thank god, her unusual state of arousal had her pussy wet
enough to coat such a monster. He felt so big, it felt like his
cock head should be emerging from her throat. Instead the only things
emerging from her throat were increasing cries of pleasure.
Mustafa began raising and lowering her along the length of his cock. Her
pussy clamped down over his shaft, squeezing every square inch and
spasming in orgasm around it. "Ah ah ah ah ohhh," she cried.
"You need to be more vocal," he said.
"What do you mean," she had to suck in her lip to keep from crying out in
pleasure.
"Tell me how much you're enjoying it. What am I doing to you?"
"You're fucking meeee." Kerry shuddered in orgasm.
"And now?" He raised her up until his cock almost popped out of her
pussy.
"Put it in me," she begged. "God damn it, don't stop. Please don't
stop."
Mustafa slowly lowered her down his shaft this time. "Tell me that you
like it."
As soon as her feet touched the ground, Mustafa removed his hands from
her ass. She hugged him tight and began riding his cock, bouncing and
thrashing around in his lap. "I love it. I love having your cock in me.
I've never been fucked like this. Fuck me with your big negro cock."
Mustafa grabbed her back and leaned forward so that he could take one of
her nipples into his mouth. He opened his eyes in surprise when his mouth filled with liquid.
"Pull her up so I can fuck her ass," said Jerome. Mustafa looked up at him and Jerome continued, "What the fuck's that white stuff on your lips?"
"It's a milk mustache, bro," Mustafa responded pulling Kerry back up into his lap. "Bitch gives off more milk then a cow."
Kerry looked over her shoulder, while Mustafa pulled her ass cheeks
open. The bartender was standing behind her nude. He had an impressive
ten inch cock which would have awed her yesterday, but looked small next
to Mustafa, Lamar, and Leon's cocks.
"You ever had your ass fucked, slut," asked the bartender.
"No, but you can fuck it." Kerry was wild eyed and looking crazy with
lust.
Jerome spit in his hand and coated the tip of his cock with it. Mustafa
was spreading her plump ass cheeks wide apart for him. Jerome brought
the tip of his cock up to her sphincter and pushed.
"Ow, shit that's big," she cried. "It hurt's. Your cock is ripping my
ass in two." Her ass stretched out to accommodate it and the pain started to fade once the big round head had entered her. Never once, did she consider asking him to stop.
Kerry could feel the bartender's cock pushing deep into her ass, rubbing
against Mustafa's cock separated by just a thin piece of skin. She began
bouncing again, fucking both their cocks, and cumming constantly as the
double penetration satisfied her like never before.
Mustafa came first, becoming only the second man to fill her unprotected
pussy with sperm. The size and force of his ejaculate was amazing. Huge
wads of cum assaulted her womb and then it seemed as if someone had
turned a hose on inside her pussy. She could feel his big balls
expanding and contracting under her thighs. His orgasm gave her an
absolutely mind blowing orgasm that caused her to collapse on his chest.
When she recovered, Jerome had taken over fucking her ass and was
pounding her like a jack hammer. She was still mounted on Mustafa's cock. It didn't feel any smaller, though it wasn't as hard. Jerome bellowed and emptied the contents of his balls into her ass. Kerry shuddered as another orgasm overwhelmed her.
Jerome's sperm rose to the surface, spilling down her ass as he removed
his cock. Mustafa lifted her up, slowly removing his cock. "More," she
begged. "Fuck me more."
"Shit Jerome, this is one horny bitch," said Mustafa. "How much did you
give her?"
"Half the shot glass," said the bartender.
No telling how much Xcite the girl had drunk at the other bar. "Shit,
she's gonna be like this for a month."
"Will you two jungle bunnies shut up and fuck me some more."
"This bitch needs an attitude adjustment," growled Mustafa.
"I'll make some calls." Jerome headed over to the bar.
Kerry was about to remind the bartender that his phone wasn't working
when Mustafa picked her up and set her on the stage. He climbed up
behind her.
Mustafa began tugging on his cock. It never shrank always remaining
thirteen inches long. It just fattened and hardened when he got an
erection. "You want some more of this?"
"Yes."
"Why do you crave it?"
"It's incredible. It satisfies me like no other cock ever has. I've
never had this many orgasms."
"It's superior."
"Superior? Yes, I guess it is."
"Superior to anything you ever had from a white guy?"
"Yes, it's superior to my husband's or my old boyfriends."
"It's not my cock that’s superior." Kerry had crawled to him now and he
was slapping her face with his cock.
"It isn't?" she asked trying to kiss it.
"No, it's black men that are superior. Beg for it."
"Please let me have some more of your cock. I've never been this horny
and it's the only thing that can satisfy me."
"Call me master, you whore and I'll see that you get all the superior
black cock you can handle."
"Thank you, master." Mustafa quit moving it around and allowed her to
take the head in her mouth she tasted his sperm and her juices on his
cock.
"What's your name?" Mustafa pulled his cock out of her mouth.
"Ker..."
"Shut the fuck up. It's now slut. You answer to slut now. Understand?"
"Yes master."
"Now suck my cock, slut."
Kerry licked around the head of his cock. He yanked it out again and
held it up, thrusting his grossly deformed balls in her face. Kerry
licked both the large one and the small one before he let her have the
shaft again. Kerry eagerly took it in her mouth, afraid he would pull it
back again. She craved his huge cock in her pussy, but she also wanted
him in her mouth. Luckily, the problem solved itself. Half of Mustafa's
cock was shoved down her throat as Jerome returned, thrusting his cock
into her pussy.
Kerry's huge, pendulous breasts swung as Jerome slammed his cock in and
out of her pussy. Each thrust pushed more of Mustafa's cock down her
throat. She couldn't show Mustafa's penis the respect it deserved with
Jerome pounding her pussy, so she just waited for Jerome to cum.
Eventually Jerome did cum, filling her pussy with another load of sperm
and triggering another orgasm. When she had come down from her orgasmic
high, Kerry started worshiping the big cock shoved down her throat.
Mustafa kept his big hand on her head controlling the speed of her
downward thrusts. When he felt the sperm churning in his balls, he
removed his hand and with both hands reached under her and grabbed her
nipples. Mustafa squeezed her nipples between his fingers and he began
stroking them. Milk squirted out, hitting the stage. "Look Jerome, I'm
milking her, just like she's milking my caaahock," screamed Mustafa,
pumping her mouth full of sperm. The amount caught Kerry off guard and
she reared her head catching the second wad full in the face. It wasn't
a strand or a few drops, it was as if a shot glass full of cum was tossed on her face. She regained control and clamped her lips over the tip catching and swallowing the subsequent wads.
"I gotta try some of that," said Jerome crawling on his back under her
and taking one of her nipples in his mouth. Soon he was sucking on it
with more gusto then her daughter had shown. Jerome took his mouth off
and milk sprayed out covering the black man's chest. Drips ran along the
muscle ridges on his chest.
"More," begged Kerry stroking the last drop of sperm from Mustafa's
cock.
"You want more, you got it, slut," said Mustafa.
Kerry heard applause and looked up. Four black men as muscular as Jerome
were watching the show. They started stripping as she watched.
More car doors were slamming outside as the black men climbed on the
stage.
It took about a dozen black men to quench the fires burning in her
pussy. At one point, Kerry had a cock in ass, pussy, mouth and one in
each hand. Her thighs and crotch were red and sore, but thankfully her
pussy continued to produce lubricant and became so full of sperm, she
had no trouble taking them all. She fucked every one of them, had half
fuck her ass, and the other half filled her belly with so much cum, she
thought she might vomit.
Some of the blacks were skinny, some fat, some had cocks so small she
didn't even feel them after Mustafa and Jerome. Obviously, it wasn't
true that all black men were well hung, but when they were big they were
really big.
Near dawn, Kerry felt herself being carried out of the building, and
opened her eyes to see Debbie and Sheri supporting her. Where Kerry was
sore and exhausted, the other two girls looked radiant. Kerry had been
laying in a pool of sperm and felt bad for getting Deb's car dirty, but
her friends were almost as covered as she was. Sheri returned to the
bar to retrieve Kerry's clothes and then they drove off to Deb's
apartment in New York to clean up. Amazingly, Kerry was horny again
before they even reached the city. She briefly wondered what had
happened to Alisa.
Part 4: Alisa
"Hic, oops excuse me," said Alisa trying to suppress the hiccups. For
the first time in her life, she had loosened up a little and gotten
drunk. It was also the last time she would loosen up as she was getting
married in three days. "Yoush two shure you don't mind taking me home?"
"Not at all," said Marcus grinning at her. He was driving the car. His
buddy Darren had gotten in the back seat with her for some reason. "It's
no trouble."
"That's right," added Darren, "one of our duties is to escort the
dancers home, so why not you? You lost your ride and are too drunk to
drive anyway."
All three were dripping wet from running to Marcus' car in the rain. It
was raining even harder now. "I can't thank you enough. You're real
gentlemen to help a woman in dishdress..in disstresh..in trouble."
"Our pleasure," said Marcus.
"And yours," added Darren.
The two black men laughed at that, but Alisa didn't get it. She sat back
and looked at her saviors. Both black men wore goatees and were bald.
They were both masses of muscles, even more so then Lamar and Leon.
Marcus had dark black skin while Darren was lighter. She couldn't help
glancing down to see if they had bulges. They did. She could see the
outlines of two huge cocks running down their pants legs.
"See something you like?" asked Darren catching her staring at his
bulge.
Alisa blushed. "You two look as big ash the schtrippers I shaw tonight."
"We're black aren't we?" asked Marcus.
"Are all blacksh big?" she asked.
"Of course," said Darren. "That's why black men make better lovers."
Yesterday, she wouldn't have believed him, but today after seeing four
hung black men at the bar and knowing that Debbie and even married
Sheri were sleeping with black men at this moment, convinced her. She
wondered where Kerry was? One thing was for sure, her bigoted friend
wasn't with a black man.
Alisa turned to look at the road, but the oncoming headlights were
blurry and made her dizzy. She found her attention being drawn back to
the black men's crotches. She had an overwhelming desire to see what
they were packing. "If I tip yoush, will you let me shee your penises?"
"We ain't strippers," said Marcus and Alisa felt her hopes sink, but he
added, "You can see ours for free."
"But we don't have penises," added Darren. "We have cocks, big black
cocks. White men have little penises. Ask us to show you our big black
cocks."
"May I shee your big black cocksh?" Alisa asked delighted that this
wasn't going to cost her anything. She needed all her money for the
wedding and honeymoon.
Darren went first, unzipping his pants and raising his hips to pull them
off. He wore briefs so overstretched, the material looked thinned, but
she couldn't tell as the car was too dark. Darren flipped his briefs
down, and his cock sprang up at half mast. He gave the tip a couple tugs
and soon it grew to its full length around thirteen inches.
Alisa leaned down in the dark car for a closer look. "Dear god, it's as
thick as a coke can."
That wasn't much of an exaggeration. He often had to follow after another "enhanced" just to get it in a smaller woman‘s pussy. Women never recovered from Darren's cock. After him, many couldn't even feel some of the smaller nine-ten inch "enhanced" until their pussy slowly closed up months later. His balls were splayed out and looked like two of the fortune telling eight balls that children played with. They produced excessive amounts of sperm and Darren had once measured a typical orgasm of his by filling up a 20oz coke bottle.
He had overflowed the bottle. For some reason, he also was finding that
he was extremely fertile.
"You'd better take mine out since I'm driving," called Marcus from the
front. She was reluctant to take her eyes off Darren's monstrous cock,
but she did want to see what Marcus was packing.
Alisa reached around to the front of the car and fumbled with the
buttons on Marcus' jeans. "Hurry up," he said, "before it gets hard and
runs down my pant leg. It can get very uncomfortable." Alisa hurried
with the zipper. "Faster, it's stiffening." Alisa reached in and yanked
it out, feeling it swelling up in her hand. Alisa stared in awe at
Marcus' big horse cock. It was longer then Darren's, around fifteen
inches long and very thick, but not as thick as Darren's cock.
Marcus had one of the biggest cocks on record. He had been big before
enhancement at just over eight inches, now it stayed that big soft. Both
he and Darren were newly enhanced and still finding out what their
bodies were capable of. They were now being classified as mega hung. The other "enhanced" saw them as natural leaders
and they were both going places in the company. The bouncer job was just
temporary until new assignments came in.
"You can touch mine too," said Darren.
Alisa had never released Marcus' cock from her grip. Her hand had been
hefting and stroking it. She brought her left hand over to Darren's cock
and squeezed it too. She was holding two of the biggest cocks in the
world. She felt honored.
The confined car filled with the smell of their huge cocks. The smell
assaulted her brain insinuating its way into every thought. They had the
same hold on her as Lamar's cock had, only trapped in the car the odor
was more powerful. Alisa felt the tape she used to cover her nipples
stretching as they tried to harden and her crotch was getting wet. Her
crotch had never gotten wet. Todd had to coat his penis with lotion to
get it in her. She felt sorry for the two black men. Their cocks were so
swollen, they had to hurt. They needed to cum real bad and they needed
her help, but she was engaged and in love.
Marcus pulled into a motel and pulled his cock out of her hands as he
got out. He walked over to the lobby and started talking to the desk
clerk, an older black man. He soon returned, and though her eyes
couldn't focus on it, it appeared he hadn't put his cock away even when
talking to the clerk. "Where are we?" she asked.
"We're getting a motel room."
"I thought you were taking me home?"
"We will in the morning. You live too far to drive tonight and it's
raining too hard. I'm also tired and probably shouldn't be driving."
"I'm tired too," said Darren, yawning and grinning at her.
"I shee," she replied slurring, still a little drunk. Seeing their cocks
had seemed to have a sobering effect on her. Darren helped her out and
she took a big whiff of fresh air. It was pouring rain now, but the
fresh air helped clear her head of impure thoughts. Another minute in
the car and she wasn't sure what she would have done. Their cocks seemed
to draw her like magnets. They ran through the rain to the room.
Marcus unlocked the door and they entered the room It only had one
king-sized bed. "Where will I sleep?" asked Alisa.
"We're all taking the bed. We're all adults here," said Darren removing
his shirt. Marcus was already topless and working on his pants. Both men
had the torso's of Greek gods only with black skin.
Their giant cocks sprang free as their pants came off. They hadn't
shrank an inch. These men were more muscular and better hung then any
others she had seen tonight.
"You'd better get out of those wet clothes before you catch cold," said
Marcus. He ripped open her bulky blouse, sending buttons flying
everywhere.
"Wait," she said. "I can't, I've nothing to wear." Marcus pulled the
destroyed blouse up over her head, covering her mouth and muffling her
voice. Hands were undoing her ankle-length skirt which fell to floor.
Voices said, "They look like my grandma's panties." "Shit, this is one
hot looking bitch." Something cold and metallic touched her skin near
her panties and ripped up. Her panties stretched out then fell off her.
The knife moved up to her bra and cut the strap securing her breasts.
Alisa had large, firm breasts that rivaled Debbie's. Her bra's were
designed to conceal them as much as possible as she was uncomfortable
showing off her body. "Look at this shit, she covers her nipples." The
bandages covering her nipples were ripped off and a muffled "ouch" came
from Alisa under the shirt. Her two, puffy, inch-long nipples sprang
free. They were the longest, thickest, nipples either black man had
seen. She covered them to keep from poking out her clothes and
embarrassing her. Alisa was built like a cartoon slut.
Alisa struggled and pulled the blouse over her head. She stood nude,
these men seeing more of her then anyone else had, including her fiancé.
They had completely stripped her in less then a minute. "I say Alisa,"
said Marcus. "You are one of the hottest women, I've ever seen."
"Yeah," added Darren. "Your body is incredible. Why do you try to hide
it?"
"It's embarrassing." She was blushing from head to toe. "Look how big
they are." She hefted her breasts just under her nipples "You can't
possibly find these attractive." Both their cocks spasmed as she held up
her breasts. They were perfectly formed and her nipples were so long
she could lick them herself.
"We should hurry and get to bed," said Darren. He was staring at her
body with as much awe as she had stared-and was still staring- at his
cock. It filled her with self confidence to see how these men were
reacting to her.
"I don't think it appropriate to sleep nude together," she said. "I'm to
be married in three..no two days now." It was late in the morning.
"You're right but there aren't any more rooms available."
"I didn't see many cars in the parking lot."
"They're remodeling. I tell you what though, for proprieties sake, we'll
face different directions. Hop in."
Alisa sat on the bed. She had been planning on squeezing in on the edge,
but Marcus and Darren swiftly moved in on either side of her trapping
her between their bodies.
They were gentlemen and let her recline in the normal position, while
they put their heads where you normally put your feet. Their bulky
bodies took up most of the bed, tightly wedging her between them. Her
bare flesh was constantly rubbing against theirs. She was facing Darren
and his thick cock was poking her forehead. She thought she'd feel more
comfortable if they turned out the lights, but she also wanted the
opportunity to examine his cock up close. Darren stretched, his cock
sliding down her face as he did so.
Alisa flipped over only to find herself in the same predicament. Marcus'
longer cock extended farther down her forehead. "Can you two slide down
some more, your cocks are in my face."
Marcus grabbed her legs and pulled her down instead of sliding down
himself. She was now staring at his six pack abs. Much better, she
thought until Marcus let out a big yawn. His tongue flickered between
her legs and over the nub on her pussy. A jolt of electricity seemed to
run up her spine at his touch.
Alisa struggled to climb back up, only to find her face was in his
crotch again. She slid back down, and sure enough, he yawned again. This
time his tongue seemed to lick up the nub. Another jolt went up her
spine. Alisa flipped over and Darren yawned. His tongue felt large and
prehensile, curling around the tip of her pussy before slipping away.
Alisa didn't know what to do. She turned back over and Marcus let out a
big yawn. It lapped the tip a couple times and it felt so good, she
stifled a moan. She could still feel it on the tip, like he was
sticking his tongue out. Her hips, involuntarily moved forward, so that
his tongue slid across her. Alisa's legs parted and she started
thrusting her hips more excitedly. She was fucking his extended tongue
now. With that, Marcus grabbed her legs and spread them wider as he
buried his face in her pussy.
It was disgusting, but nothing had ever felt so good. She knew it was
wrong, but each flicker of his tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure
radiating out from her pussy. It felt so good she couldn't gather the
strength to push him away. Marcus moved his arm and Alisa felt one beefy
finger push its way into her vagina. The tip started rubbing around a
spot deep in her pussy and Alisa's hips began bucking uncontrollably.
It happened when Marcus sucked on her clit. Alisa was still writhing
with pleasure from the movement of his finger. Marcus placed his lips on
her clit and sucked inward. The explosions started in her pussy and
radiated outward. Alisa had never had one of course, only making love to
Todd several times and he was as inexperienced as she was. It was her
first orgasm and it was incredible. Her pussy seemed to squeeze his
finger only to balloon up again. It felt like a series of firecrackers
going off one after the other.
Alisa was still spasming from the orgasm when she felt her ass cheeks
being pulled apart by Darren. His tongue slid down her ass crack and
around her anus. Alisa didn't have time to object or be disgusted, she
was too busy moaning to speak. By the time she recovered from the
orgasm, Darren was pushing his tongue into her ass hole and it actually
felt good. Marcus was still sucking on her clit while fingering her and
the additional sensations in her ass had another orgasm exploding from
her pussy within seconds of the first. Alisa reared her head and found
herself staring at Marcus' bulbous cock-head. She followed her first
instinct, which was to stretch her neck towards his cock. He was so tall
that she could barely reach, but she did manage to kiss the head as a
way of saying thanks. When she recovered from the second orgasm, she
couldn't believe she had kissed the thing a man peed from, and a black
stranger at that, but it had felt completely natural to her.
"Next time, you take the ass," said Darren to Marcus.
"That felt incredible," said Alisa, stretching
"You ready to try what your friends are having?" asked Darren.
"No, I can't cheat on my fiancé, but thank you anyway." Alisa was lying
on her back, feeling their big cock heads touching her hair. She was
beginning to understand why her friends hadn't been able to resist the
black men. She would forgive Sheri for the sin of adultery.
Suddenly, Marcus jumped off the bed. "Ow, ow, ow," he said limping
around the room.
"What's wrong?" asked Alisa sitting up.
"Charley horse."
"Can I help?"
"Yes, can you massage my leg for me?"
"Of course."
Marcus pulled her to her feet and sat on the bed. He spread his legs as
she kneeled at his feet and began rubbing his calf. This put her at
Eye level with his crotch. She stared at his huge erect phallus as she
kneeled at his feet. The head bobbed before her eyes as she massaged his
leg.
"Did you enjoy having your pussy eaten?" asked Marcus.
"Yes, I loved it." Alisa rubbed his leg harder. His leg was so muscular
it was like rubbing a rock. "I hope my fiancé will do it."
"White boys don't like to eat pussy. They're too prissy. Now massage my
thigh."
"My Toddy will do anything for me," she said working her hands up to his
thighs. Though Marcus was right, Todd was prissy and she couldn't
picture him doing what Marcus had just done.
Moving her hands up to his thighs, put her lips closer to his bobbing
Cock head and one of her hands against his balls. The smell coming off
his cock was delicious, even after coming twice she was still horny and
smelling it seemed to make her hornier.
"Why don't you heft my balls?" ordered Marcus. Alisa obeyed feeling how
heavy they were. "Why did you kiss my cock, Alisa?"
Alisa blushed. "I don't know why I did it. I just felt so good, I wanted to thank you. It felt right."
"I could barely feel it. Could you thank me again?"
Alisa nodded. Her left hand moved over to the base of his cock and held
it steady while her right hand still massaged his balls. She puckered up
and kissed the crown, being careful to avoid the white stuff leaking out
from the tip. "Thank you," she said before kissing it again. She let her
kiss linger a little, while she inhaled his scent through her nose.
"You know it's customary to return the favor."
"What do you mean?" she asked, she had removed her lips, but still held
his cock. She found herself reluctant to release it.
"I made you cum with my mouth, so you have to do the same for me."
"Oh, I couldn't do that. It sounds so dirty." Alisa felt her nipples
hurting, they were hard with excitement at the thought. "Plus, I
can't cheat."
"Oral sex isn't cheating. Besides, your fiancé will love it and if you
do a real good job, he might just eat your pussy as good as we did.
Don't you want to have your pussy eaten again?"
"Yes, I want that very much."
"The trick is to do such a good job that he'll do anything for you for
another one. However, you need to do a good job and that takes
practice."
"I can practish on you!
"Smart girl. You can start by licking all over it. Start with the head
and work your way down."
It sounded like a great idea to her. Between the alcohol and the smell
coming off Marcus' cock, Alisa's thoughts were clouded. She couldn't
think clearly and found it easier to let him do her thinking for her.
Alisa stuck her tongue out and licked around the crown.
"Lick everywhere," ordered Marcus.
Alisa had been avoiding the pre-cum flowing out his pee-slit. She sighed
and moved her tongue over it, lapping up his juice. There was so much of
it, it had been hard to avoid anyway, but then a cock this big needed a
lot of lubrication. It didn't taste bad at all and her tongue pushed
into his pee-slit trying to get more. His cock spasmed as she teased the
head.
"Now the shaft."
Alisa nodded and moved her tongue down his rod. She licked every ridge,
every bump, and every puffy blue vein as she coated the shaft with
saliva.
"Don't forget the balls."
Alisa licked the underside of his cock down to his scrotum. His balls
were bigger then tennis balls and only looked small compared with the
monsters dangling between Darren's legs. She licked around his left
testicle and then the right.
"Now it's time to see how good a cock sucker you are. Put the head in
your mouth and try to see how much you can swallow."
Alisa pulled a pubic hair off her tongue and licked back up his shaft.
She stretched her mouth wide and took him inside. She gagged as soon as
it touched the back of her throat.
"Take it easy baby. Relax. Take a little at a time and breathe through
your nose. Remember, do a good job on me and your husband's little white
penis will be a breeze."
Alisa hadn't even thought of her fiancé she was too intent on serving
Marcus. She couldn't even think how Todd must compare to Marcus, half as
big, a third? She hadn't seen it, only felt him inside her in the dark.
Marcus' thumb was probably bigger.
Alisa tried again relaxing her throat and breathing through her nose.
This time she took the tip in her throat before she had to pull out. She
tried again and again, each time taking a little more until it felt like
the head was in her belly. She was crying and trying not to gag.
"Come on baby, don't over do it," said Marcus. "It takes practice and
you'll never be able to get it all. Just suck on what your comfortable
with and jerk off the rest."
Alisa nodded. She was crying because she feared she was failing at this
and Marcus wouldn't be happy with her. She began bobbing her head over
just half of his cock while stroking the rest with both hands.
Marcus reached over her head and took her hair band off allowing her hair to cascade over her shoulders and back. "You have beautiful hair. Never wear it up," he ordered
Alisa continued sucking and stroking him. From time to time, she had to
rest, but she continued licking the head while catching her breath.
Eventually, the steel shaft in her mouth and hands began to grow. The
head swelled up even bigger and the veins hardened. Marcus placed his
hand on the back of her head, keeping his cock in her throat.
His grunt warned her first. Then his cock seemed to recoil and shoot
forward jerking in her throat. His hot seed flowed down her throat into
her belly. He was slowly withdrawing it and as the head entered her
mouth, her throat closed up behind it. Alisa's mouth immediately filled
up with sperm until her cheeks bulged out and it dribbled down her chin.
Alisa swallowed, choking. She fell on all fours, sperm pouring out of her mouth. She gagged at the amount. Another, equally large wad splattered across her back and hair. She swallowed what she could and brought her mouth up to his cock head again catching the third wave in her face. Her lips clamped down over the tip in time to swallow several mouthfuls.
Alisa kneeled between this incredible man's legs, with the head of a
huge fifteen inch dark black cock in her mouth, swallowing his seed. She
looked up at his muscular chest and handsome face staring down at her. A
strange feeling came over her. It was a sense of belonging as if she
knew her place in the universe and had discovered her purpose in life.
His cock finally softened and went limp in her mouth, though it remained
at least ten inches long. Alisa reluctantly pulled her lips off it.
"Not fair, you gotta get me off too," said Darren. "I'll never be able
to sleep with this thing so hard."
"There's no way, I'll be able to swallow that thing," Alisa replied, but
she was already licking her lips at the thought of more sperm, even
though her belly felt full.
"You gotta do it. I helped get you off."
"Let me go clean up first." Alisa went to the bathroom and used a
washcloth to wipe the sperm off her face that she couldn't reach with
her tongue. She cleaned off what she could on her back and in her hair.
It was like a completely different woman staring back at her from the
mirror. Her cheeks were puffy and her eyes were red, but she was
glowing. The person looking back at her was an exciting sexual being,
not what she was used to seeing.
She walked back to the bedroom naked, a previously unknown sway finding
its way to her hips. Darren was now sitting on the bed with his erect,
coke-can thick cock sticking out from his crotch. "Marcus said you were
pretty good. Lets see if you can handle this."
"Yeah bro," said Marcus, "what she lacks in experience she makes up with
enthusiasm."
My god! thought Alisa. I was showing enthusiasm. What am I doing? It
must be the booze, this isn't me. Before she could think any more,
Darren had grabbed her hips and was pulling her down. She fell to her
knees and looked cross-eyed down his thick black log. There was no way
she could take that in her mouth. Alisa wrapped her right hand around
the base, amazed by the fact that there was a four inch gap between her
fingers. Impatient, Darren placed one large hand around the back of her
head and pulled forwards.
Alisa started licking around the head, willingly lapping up the pre-cum
this time. Her tongue teased his pee-slit, then slid around the crown.
She was moaning with satisfaction by the time her tongue had made it to
the base. She did show enthusiasm sucking these men off. She actually
enjoyed it!
Alisa returned to the head and stretched her jaw wide. Her tongue
twirled around the head as it entered her mouth. He continued forward
and his cock entered her throat. Alisa jerked back as she found herself
choking. She relaxed and tried again. This time she took a little in her
throat. Something she probably couldn't have done without having just
sucked off Marcus. Alisa took an inch and choked again. She kept trying,
but could never take more then several inches down her throat. These
huge cocks were making her tonsils sore. "I'm sorry, you're just too
thick for me to do this properly. Can I just stroke you off?"
"No, I got a better idea. Get up on the bed and lay on your back."
Alisa stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She had no idea
what he intended, but she climbed on the bed anyway. She held her legs
tightly shut to protect her purity, though every instinct screamed at
her to spread them wide for this dominant male to take her.
Darren walked to the bathroom and looked in the bowl of toiletries. This
room was one of the special ones in the motel reserved for E&I
employees. Hidden webcams were aimed at the shower and bed covering them
from several angles with various zooms. Over a hundred people were
watching this live and over a thousand would download it later. Instead
of the standard shampoo and conditioner, the toiletry bowl was stocked
with ky jelly, motion lotion, and other assorted oils. He grabbed a
tube of ky and returned to the bedroom.
Marcus was lying beside Alisa caressing her breasts and belly when
Darren returned to the room. Amazingly, Marcus' cock was hard again.
Darren climbed on the bed and straddled her legs. "What are you going to
do?" she asked.
"I'm going to titty fuck you." Darren climbed on the bed and straddled
her. A submissive thrill caused her to shiver with excitement as she
looked up at his huge cock and muscular chest.
Darren had a small bottle in his hand and he emptied it along the shaft
of his cock. He started rubbing the lotion around the head. "Here, let
me do that," said Alisa reaching up to grab his cock. She ran her hands
along it, coating it completely with the lotion. In fact, she was
reluctant to stop and started jerking him off.
Darren let her stroke him for awhile before shouting, "Enough." He
pulled her hands off his cock and bent them around so that they wiped
against the insides of her breasts. "Pull my cock down and place it
between your breasts."
Alisa grabbed the tip of Darren's cock and pulled down amazed at the
amount of strength she had to put into it to move the big thing. She
pulled it down to her chest and Darren squeezed her breasts together
engulfing his cock. It was so big, the head reached her neck. If it had
been Marcus, she probably could have taken the tip in her mouth.
Darren started thrusting his hips and Alisa watched fascinated as his
big bulbous cock head slid down, disappearing between her breasts only
to spring forward again. Darren increased the pace and was soon rapidly
bucking his hips. She could feel his huge balls splayed out on her belly
and wandered how much sperm they must hold.
"You squeeze them together, bitch," he said and Alisa raised her hands up to squeeze her breasts together so that he could fuck them. Darren had wanted his hands free to play with her nipples. Alisa's areolas were
puffy and the size of half-dollars, but it was her nipples which
fascinated men the most. They were fat, inch long miniature cocks, almost always hard, and extremely sensitive. Darren squeezed both her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He pulled them roughly, stretching them out, but it felt good and Alisa started moaning.
Alisa's moans turned to cries of delight when Marcus inserted his finger
back in her pussy. She tried desperately to raise her hips into Marcus'
finger, but Darren's weight held her immobile. Her moans turned to ones
of frustration.
Marcus rose up on his knees beside her and her hand automatically
grabbed his cock without taking her eyes off Darren's cock. Darren's
hand moved in where hers had been to keep her breasts squeezed tightly
around his thrusting cock. Was it her imagination, or did it look
bigger. Darren's torso glistened with sweat now and he was grunting
rhythmically. Alisa's legs were spread wide open now, trying to thrust up into Marcus' finger while her hand was still wrapped around his cock,
stroking it.
Marcus pulled his finger out and suddenly jabbed two fingers deep into
her pussy just as Darren thrust his cock forward and held it there.
Alisa watched as the pee-slit opened. It wasn't a strand or a wad of
cum, so much as it was a wave that fanned out from the tip. She screamed
in orgasm just as his sperm splattered from her forehead to her neck. A
lot got in her mouth and she bent her chin down opening her mouth wide
to catch the second wave. She did, swallowing a mouthful.
Darren wasn't happy with her just swallowing his sperm, he liked to
baptize his sluts with it. He pulled back and jerked his third wad out
onto her tits. His third wad was as much as Marcus' first.
Darren dismounted her body and kneeled on the other side of her from
Marcus. He blew another load on her belly and then moved up towards her
face bending his cock down towards her lips. He jerked his cock off into
her mouth and she sucked up the last of his sperm like a baby on a
bottle.
Marcus was still fingering her and she felt another orgasm approaching
just as he pulled his finger out. She let go of his cock and sat up,
wanting his finger back, but too ashamed to ask for it.
Alisa climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom to clean up. She
was covered in sperm and turned the shower on. This was going to take
awhile. She was still horny. Marcus' finger had brought her to the brink
of orgasm just before he pulled out. Her own finger found its way
between her legs several times before she got out of the shower, but she
was too inexperienced to please herself. Alisa spent a long time cleaning up. Sperm seemed to become stringy when wet and was difficult to get it all off.
When she returned to the bed. The two black men were fast asleep on top
the mattress. They had stripped off the soiled covers and were sleeping
on either end of the bed. Marcus cock was still hard and seemed to
twitch every now and then. Amazingly, Darren's seemed to have hardened a
little again too.
Alisa crawled between them in the right direction this time. She didn't
want her face in their crotches again, she couldn't trust herself
anymore to keep her mouth off them. She faced Marcus, staring into his
handsome face as he slept. He moved his arm up and placed his hand on
her hip. She didn't object, in fact a shiver of excitement rose up her
spine at his touch.
Marcus' hand remained there for several minutes, then it slowly caressed
down her leg and around to her butt cheek. He squeezed her cheek and
then pulled her tightly in his arms. Her body crushed up against him,
her tits mashing into his chest. She had never felt this protected or
meek in Toddy's arms. "Missed you baby," he murmured in his sleep.
Marcus' hand moved from her ass cheek to her thigh and lifted her leg
up, pushing his cock in between them. "Marcus," she said softly, trying
to wake him. He didn't budge and Alisa felt a shiver of pleasure as his
hard shaft slid back and forth along her labia. "MARCUS," she said
louder this time and shaking him, but he still didn't wake up.
Marcus groaned in his sleep. He had pulled his cock back so that the tip
was dangerously close to entering her pussy. He rolled over on top of
her, his weight forcing her legs to open wide. Alisa could feel his big
cock head forcing its way between her labia and entering her. She looked
over at Darren. The other black man was wide awake and watching her.
Marcus turned her head up to his and mashed his broad lips down against
hers. She struggled for a second, but soon found her own tongue pushing
into his mouth while the tip of his cock moved around in her pussy. It
felt incredibly good to be in the arms of such a strong man. The fat
cock head moving around in her pussy felt too good to stop, in fact her
legs were automatically opening wider to receive more of it.
"Gawd Damn, this is one tight pussy," growled Marcus. "You a virgin?"
"No," she moaned. "Though it feels like the first time." This was what
sex was supposed to feel like. This was the reason she had given in and
let Todd make love to her, only that had been unsatisfying. The was the
kind of sex described in her cheesy romance novels, being possessed and
dominated by a well-built man and the feelings were coming from a black
stranger. With that realization, Alisa wrapped her legs around Marcus'
ass and squeezed, trying to pull his cock in deeper.
Marcus took the hint and began bucking his hips, forcing more of his
cock in with each thrust. Alisa's nails dug into his back as she came
for the first time with less then half his cock inside her. Alisa began
raising her hips to match his thrusts, growling and moaning as he fucked
her. Marcus arched his back and looked down at her. Gone forever was the
shy, overdressed, conservative young woman. She now looked like a wanton
slut, comfortable with her body and sexuality. Alisa was fucking him
back with all she had. "Beg me to fuck you," he growled.
"Fuck me, Marcus. Gimme that big black cock. I love it. I love your cock. Fuck me."
Marcus sat up, kneeling and grabbed her legs under her knees. He held
her legs spread wide as he pounded his prick in and out of her pussy. No
woman had ever taken his entire fifteen inches, but Alisa took more then
most, around thirteen. She thrashed around like a bitch in heat
screaming and moaning as orgasm after orgasm shook her body. Darren
kneeled by her face pushing his cock down towards her lips. She was too
overwhelmed to suck on it, but she slobbered all over the head with her
tongue between orgasms.
Her tight pussy and her big nipples were driving Marcus crazy. This was
the hottest bitch he had ever fucked. Her pussy was milking his cock. It
felt so good, he wasn't even going to last a half hour. He thrust his
cock, bellowing as the sperm emptied from his balls.
Alisa froze staring at his with disbelief as his sperm filed her pussy.
Her belly was undulating, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she
screamed as the biggest orgasm yet exploded from her pussy causing her
to pass out.
Alisa woke up to a growing pain in her pussy. She opened her eyes to see
Darren stuffing his thick cock in her pussy. "My god, you'll kill me
with that thing."
"Just relax, you can take it." Darren pushed feeling her pussy lips
spreading apart for him.
Alisa was amazed at her own vaginas elasticity in accommodating him. Her
labia opened wide for the huge cock head and she moaned as the thick
ridge scraped across her clit. There was another moments pain as the
thick part under the head slid inside her. Darren kept pushing more in.
Alisa could feel every ridge, bump, and vein on Darren's huge cock. If
she hadn't already fucked Marcus, there would be no way she could take
Darren's thick shaft. Now her pussy seemed to be stretching wide around
Darren's cock, molding itself to his size. Alisa wondered if her pussy
would ever return to normal. She was breathing like a woman giving birth
as he buried his entire cock inside her. She knew it was just over a
foot long, but it felt like he was shoving a baseball bat in her pussy.
Darren held his cock still until he felt her juices dripping down his
balls, then he knew she was ready. "Get on all fours, slut," he ordered
pulling his cock out.
Alisa felt empty without his cock and she quickly rolled over and got up
on all fours. Darren stood beside the bed, grabbed her hips, and pulled
her to the edge of the bed, where he quickly reinserted his cock. He
began pumping his hips so fast, his balls were stinging her thighs.
Alisa had never fucked in this position and she found it primal. Darren
was treating her like a slut using her solely for his pleasure and she
loved it. That’s when the orgasms started coming again.
Marcus sat up on the bed and kneeled before her. His cock was soft and
dangled like a thick black banana, swinging before her face. Alisa
kissed it and took the head in her mouth. It quickly hardened again as
big and firm as it had the first time she had touched it. Darren's
thrusts pushed her into Marcus' cock and soon she was deep throating
him.
They fucked and sucked like this for a long time before she felt a stab
of pain in her pussy again Darren's cock was swelling as he approached orgasm. With one final thrust he buried it, holding it still as the first wave of sperm assaulted her womb. Alisa choked on Marcus's cock as she had her most powerful orgasm yet.
Luckily, it was nowhere near her time or the continuous waves of sperm
bombarding her womb would surely have gotten her pregnant. Darren's cock
acted like a cork keeping her uterus full of sperm. Alisa would need
their cocks again and knew the future held black babies for her unless
she went on birth control. There was no way she would ever make them
wear a condom. Her slut nature had been awakened and she needed to feel
their cum squirting into her pussy. Strangely, the thought of carrying a
black baby didn't disgust her like it should.
Darren pulled his cock out and his sperm flowed into the vacuum, pouring
out of her pussy. He shot a last wad on her back and smacked his cock
across her ass. It was still hard! "I want you to ride me," he said.
Marcus pulled his cock out of her mouth and grinned as he got off the
bed. His long cock glistened with her saliva as he took it out of her
mouth's reach.
Darren pushed her out of the way and laid down on the bed. He held is
cock up for her. Alisa felt whole again as she lowered herself down his
shaft. She tried to ride him, but was too weak. Strangely, he didn't
seem in much of a hurry. Darren pulled her forward so that her nipples
and breasts mashed into his chest. His big hands grabbed her ass cheeks
and spread them apart. She quickly realized why Marcus hadn't been upset
when the blow job ended prematurely. He was getting ready to fuck her
ass.
Her saliva wasn't good enough, so Marcus had grabbed some motion lotion
from the bathroom. He nearly emptied the bottle on his shaft and
squirted the rest on the cute little rosebud Darren was holding open
for him. He pushed down watching her ass slowly yield and open for his
cock. Alisa groaned and tried to crawl up Darren's body to escape the
anal pain. Marcus kept right on pushing and Darren took the opportunity
to suck on her nipples until she gave in. Marcus forced about ten inches
inside and held it still until her ass relaxed and he began pumping.
Alisa couldn't believe how stuffed she felt sandwiched between the two
men. Darren began bucking his hips under her when Marcus started moving.
Her ass grew warm from the friction and she thought Marcus might have
cum, but it kept heating up. The two black men took turns alternately
pumping and then slamming both their cocks in her at once. The combined
stimulation and the heat in her ass had her cumming again. These men
were so skilled, she thought they might have done this before, but what
were the odds?
They fucked for a long time, but eventually both men came within seconds
of each other triggering her to have her own mind blowing orgasm. As
both her pussy and ass filled with sperm, Alisa had an epiphany. She
realized she was their slave, both her mind and her body belonged to
them. There wasn't anything she wouldn't do to please them. She serviced
them all night until around dawn when Darren decided there was still one
place he hadn't marked with his cum...her ass.
Alisa crammed the corner of the pillow in her mouth to keep from
screaming. Darren had forced the head of his cock in her already
overstretched ass hole. He hadn't been able to get the whole thing in,
it was just too thick. "Here slut, you make it cum in your ass," said
Darren grabbing her hand and forcing it behind her back.
Alisa grabbed it and began stroking his shaft. It was difficult and she
had to switch arms several times, but eventually it began to swell.
"Jesus Darren, you're ripping me in two." His cock head had grown even
bigger as he approached orgasm. Alisa could feel the pee-slit opening as
he came. Her ass was quickly filling with his hot seed as she passed out
from sheer exhaustion.
**********
Alisa woke up splayed out in the middle of the bed. Her head hurt, her
pussy hurt, her ass hurt, and her jaw was sore, but she felt liberated,
reborn. She sat up, but Marcus and Darren were gone as were their
clothes. She peeked out the window. Their car was gone too. They had
abandoned her.
Alisa picked up the phone and tried Debbie's cell phone. Debbie answered
sounding groggy and as tired as Alisa felt. Her friend said, she'd pick
Alisa up in an hour after Alisa figured out where she was. That’s when
Alisa glanced at the clock and saw it was after two in the afternoon.
She had important errands to run for the wedding and she was still two
hours drive from home. Her entire day was shot.
Alisa got up and took a long shower. She walked back into the room and
found her clothes were in tatters. Her blouse was ripped, her underwear
had been cut off her body, only her skirt was intact.
Right on time, she heard a car honk outside and leaned out the door with
a towel wrapped around her to get Deb's attention. "My clothes are
ruined, can I wear something of yours?"
Deb nodded. Soon she was walking into the motel room. "This is all I
have and I know you won't wear it."
Alisa looked at the tight cut off shorts and halter. "It'll do."
Deb watched amazed as Alisa dropped the towel revealing her body for the
first time. Debbie felt a twinge of jealousy as she saw the flawless,
voluptuous, perfection of her friend's body. Jealousy wasn't the only
thing she felt. Lamar had gotten her to eat Sheri's pussy last night
and she felt an urge to go down on Alisa too. Alisa was simply gorgeous.
Deb hadn't even seen her with her hair down before and her wet hair
clung to Alisa's face and shoulders giving her a wanton, sexual look.
Debbie reached out and lifted a strand of Alisa's hair. It was wadded
with dried sperm. "They got you too, huh?"
"Yes." Alisa was now dressed and didn't seem the least bit embarrassed by the outfit. Her boobs were even bigger then Deb’s and stretched out the thin halter. Her nipples were clearly visible and poking the material out an inch. The halter exposed Alisa's long sex belly and the shorts were so small on her they stopped just under her ass cheeks. Not only was Alisa, Deb's friend, but she was now also a rival.
The two women left the motel room only to be greeted by the old black
clerk. He was wearing a robe even this late in the afternoon. "What
about the bill?" he said.
"I thought my companions paid," said Alisa.
"Nope, and you're checking out so late, you owe me for two nights.
Follow me to my office."
"Meet me at the lobby," Alisa sighed to her friend.
The clerk had watched Alisa all night on the internet and when he saw
the whole car load of sexy bitches, he knew he'd be searching the E&I
website for their debut videos too.
Alisa was a little miffed that Marcus and Darren had stuck her with the
bill. Even more pissed when she realized she didn't have enough money.
It was her batchelorette party and her friends were supposed to cover
everything.
"If you don’t want to pay, you can suck on this." The clerk opened his robe revealing a pathetic five inch penis, smaller then her fiancé’s. She fell to her knees automatically, but laughed as she held it.
"Laugh all you want bitch, my times coming."
Alisa took him in her mouth having know idea what he was talking about.
Odd, Marcus and Darren had said all blacks were hung. Maybe cocks shrank
as they got older? Maybe they had lied? Anyway, getting the old guy off
was a breeze. She found it unrewarding and realized the rest of her life
would be spent with one this small, but she did love Todd.
The clerk watched her suck him, the skillful slut sucking the sperm
right out of his balls within five minutes. He was in line to be
enhanced soon. Someday, it would be a nice, nine inch cock the white
sluts would be sucking on. He couldn't wait. He could even star in his
own videos.
"What took you so long?" asked Deb, as Alisa returned to the car.
"I had trouble paying the bill."
Alisa got in the backseat beside Kerry who had her skirt up, legs spread
and was diddling her clit. "She has been like this since we left the
club," said Sheri. Alisa could see Kerry's stretched pussy and her
thighs were red and raw.
"I can't help it," said Kerry, the former bigot. "I want more black
cock."
"I'm going to want more too," said Alisa, the others looking at her in
surprise. "I say we make this a weekly thing. Say, every Friday, we have
girls night out trips to the zebra club.
The others agreed. "Here's to girls night out."
"To girls night out." they all shouted.
"But, what about next Friday?" asked Debbie. "You'll be on your
honeymoon."
"Go without me. I can wait." Alisa didn't want her friends to know just
how big a slut she had become. Her honeymoon was in the Bahamas,
there's plenty of black cock there. Alisa thought of the clerk, it was
obvious all black men weren't well hung. She'd just have to keep trying
until she found one to satisfy her.
"I don't think I can wait till Friday," said Kerry, still rubbing her
clit. "I need it now. Black cock. I need black cock."
The End
Author’s note: This was a planned story, but I incorporated a fan’s picture into the store. Alisa is based on a real person, but her background in the story is all fictional.
Great story. I wish my wife would go out for "Girls Night Out".
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