An E&I Enterprises Story
copyright 2002 by Stormbringer
Revised 2009
Note: This story originally appeared in two parts.
June 2002
"I need to use the computer when you're done."
Mike Scott looked up at the giant black man. "Damn Ray, I swear if you
get any bigger, you’re gonna need your own cabin." The black man could
barely fit through the small metal door. Ray had gone on leave the last
time the sub docked and come back rippling with muscles on top of
muscles. Ray had been big to began with, but now he was almost grotesque
looking... unnatural. "I'm getting ready to go on duty, you can have it
then."
"Best get going now," said the black man, pulling out Mike's chair with
Mike still in it, "antenna ain't up long."
Mike wanted to protest, to say that it was his computer, but Ray intimidated the hell out of him. The black man was half a foot taller then Mike and twice as wide. Ray was so black, they called him Manta Ray or sometimes Black Manta after the Aquaman villain. Ray had returned from their last shore leave more muscular and cocky, announcing he was quitting the navy.
"But I thought you were a career man?" asked Mike.
"Not any more. I just been hired by King Enterprises in New York,
they're paying big bucks for electronics experts and there's other
benefits too."
Mike got out of the room fast, knowing Ray needed to jerk off. Mike had
always liked Ray until this tour, but the new, muscle-bound black man
was more aggressive, dominate, and had a big dick that seemed to
insinuate it's way into Mike's thoughts and dreams. He was even thinking
about Ray's cock more then he thought about his pretty wife, Jenni.
It started when Mike walked in on Ray coming out of the shower. Mike's
eyes bugged out and he did a double take. Ray had a partial erection
that looked like a swollen black banana sticking out a foot from his
crotch revealing absolutely huge semen filled balls. Ray just smirked at
him and left. Mike couldn't bring himself to remove the towel wrapped
around his waist until Ray had left, understanding what an inferiority
complex was for the first time. A foot long and only a partial erection?
Mike couldn't shake the image all day. He'd never seen Mike naked
before, but they'd roomed together a year, surely he would have noticed
the unusual size of the black man's crotch?
The other problem with Ray's cock is that he seemed to need to jerk off
a lot more. They'd both done it before, some silent agreement leaving
each other alone several times a week, but now Ray was doing it several
times a day.
Ray had the top bunk and the first night back, it was bucking for close
to half an hour. Ray was mumbling, "Suck it bitch, let me fuck that
white pussy. Yeah baby," as he stroked himself. Mike could even smell
the black man's dick.
The smell started as soon as Ray began jerking off. Mike felt his own
penis grow as he imagined Ray's hand sliding along that huge shaft. Then
the thought of Ray's cock fully erect sent a shiver of inferiority down
Mike's spine and his own, much smaller penis shriveled, his balls
retreating into his scrotum. The smell from the black's cock was growing
and eating it's way into Mike's brain. He saw himself getting up off the bunk and jerking off Ray's cock for him, then lowering his head toward the tip of Ray's cock, mouth opening until...
Ray came. The black man grunted and Mike feared the top bunk might cave
in on him. He imagined what such a big dick must look like cumming and
his imagination fit reality, because several large wads of sperm rained
down around him.
Mike dreamed he was sucking off Ray that night. It was the only gay
dream of his life and disturbed him the next morning, Luckily, he
couldn't remember most of it. He was himself at one point, a blurry
woman in another. Once, he was choking on half the black man's cock when
Jenni walked in the room. His wife wasn't in the navy, but was wearing a
dress uniform. Mike saw her and removed Ray's cock from his mouth. He
stroked it lovingly for a moment before bending it towards Jenni,
offering it to her. The last thing Mike remembered about the dream was
Jenni's uniform disappearing as she took her husband's place between the
black man's legs.
When Mike woke up from the dream, the top bunk was squeaking again as
Ray picked up speed. Mike glanced at his watch, it was only three hours
since the last time Ray had jerked off. The smell was growing stronger
and Mike ended up burying his nose in his underarm to keep the gay
thoughts out of his mind. The next night, he got his hands on some nose
plugs and things were better, though the smell never quite left the room
as the waist basket always seemed full of crusty paper towels.
Mike had one final complaint, he believed Ray was using Jenni's picture to wank off too. On their last trip, before Ray became such a jerk, they
had come back on board and Mike had set a picture of Jenni beside his
bed. "Whoa, she's beautiful buddy," said Ray, picking up the picture and
staring at it. Jenni was wearing a modest blue bikini that made her look
like an innocent girl-next-door. "What I wouldn't give to be with a hot
white woman like that. You're a lucky man. Obviously no children," said
Ray, looking at Jenni's trim figure.
"No, but we're trying. Her time isn't matching my leave very well."
Mike caught Ray looking a Jenni's picture a lot that tour, which wasn't
surprising given her beauty and the fact that there weren't any real
women on the sub to look at. Mike liked the idea of other men staring at
his wife. They could stare all they wanted too, only Mike got to sleep
with her. On this tour, Mike noticed streaks on Jenni's picture and once
a thumb print twice the size of his own. The picture smelled of Windex,
but underlying it was the ever-present smell of Ray's sperm.
So the bastard liked to jerk off looking at pictures of Jenni did he? At
least he'll never see the pictures on my computer.
*****************
At that moment Ray was jerking off to the pictures of Jenni on
Mike's computer. He had gone to hotmail and automatically logged in to
Mike's account. Curious, he clicked through Mike's mail until he found
an email from Jenni only a few days old. The subject was "Wish You were
here" and the email contained ten pictures. Ray started with the first
and went through to the end.
Jenni was a petite, pretty blonde that Ray wanted to fuck more then
anything. He wanted her the first time Mike set her bikini picture
beside their bunks. Lust had turned to obsession as Ray looked at the
picture almost everyday for three months, many times she was the only
woman he'd see that time as they were submerged. It was worse when Mike
got "enhanced" last leave. Enhanced men were truly addicted to cumming,
the pleasure of blasting semen through his fourteen inch cock was ten
times as great as cumming when he was seven and a half inches. He had to
jerk off two-three times a day and being submerged with no women around
was maddening. Ray half considered making the wimp in the lower bunk
service his cock, but he needed an honorable discharge from the Navy and couldn't risk getting caught. He settled for setting Jenni's picture on his hard, muscle-ridged stomach and jerking off looking at her for weeks on end.
The first picture Ray clicked on showed Jenni saluting the camera while wearing a patriotic bikini. He immediately forwarded the email to his address. He hoped the pictures would get better, but would be surprised as his mind had elevated the sweet girl in the bikini to angelic status. He was wrong they got a lot better.
The red, white, and blue bikini was modest, but sexy. It was split down
the center, half the panties white with blue stars, the other half red
and white stripes. The bra top was the same only the two halves were
reversed. Jenni was a green-eyed blonde with a fantastic hourglass
figure. Her waist was unusually thin, her tummy flat and firm. Her hips
flared out and her ass looked amazing though it was facing away from the
camera. Her breasts were smallish, probably a B-cup, but looked nice and
perky. She probably wasn't any bigger then 5'6" and no heavier then
110-120 pounds. The jpeg showed her standing by a cot in her yard
smiling at the camera.
In the second picture, she was laying on the cot, rubbing sun tan lotion
on her belly. That picture was so sexy, Ray's dick got fully hard and he
had to pause to take it out. On the third he was stroking it. Jenni was
laying on her stomach, her ass was as perfect as he'd imagined. Her legs
were slightly parted and the material was indented along her ass cheeks.
"You fucking slut," growled Ray. While looking at the next series of pictures, her angelic status shattered. Jenni was now in her bedroom wearing sexy lingerie. It was a blue bra and panty with a sheer light blue top hanging from her shoulders to her hips. The top was perfectly see thru and her underwear was thin enough it teased him with a faint outline of nipple and bush. "I'd bet you'd like this shoved up that hot ass," he said, jerking off at the next picture. The back of the outfit was a thong and Jenni had turned around doing a toe-touch, elevating her ass and stretching her firm legs. She did have a great ass.
Jenni got progressively more naked as the pictures went on. The
little tease took her bra off, then her panties, but kept the sheer top
on. She held her arm across her breasts and her other hand over her
crotch to cover up her goods. She moved her arms in the next picture,
posing nude under the top. In the last picture she was lying on a bed
with her legs spread for the camera totally nude. Ray's sperm splattered
the picture, coating the monitor as his balls emptied.
Ray quickly pointed his cock away from the valuable computer and shot
his other wads on the floor. The one drawback to being enhanced was the
mess.
Ray cleaned off the monitor, staring at the picture of Jenni with her
legs held open for him. Her eyes pleaded with him, begging him to fuck
her. I need a real man, she cried. I need black cock. Fuck me Ray, fuck
me.
******************
Jenni got home from work and plopped down on the couch. Sometimes she
had a melancholy, "why bother" mood and today was one of them. She was
lonely without Mike around, bored, never cooked for just herself, and
she craved excitement. She was also feeling reflective as people often
get when their thirtieth birthday is fast approaching. She'd get to see
Mike in less then a month, but he'd ship off again just before her
birthday.
Jenni got up and put a pasta TV dinner into the microwave and turned on
the computer waiting for her dinner to get done. She quickly ate, then
checked her emails. She was about to delete one that looked like spam,
but instead clicked on it. The email was from someone named Blackmanta14. It read:
[Jen, I miss you so much. That night we spent together was so special to
me. Give me a time and place and I am there. Please write back, I know I
ruined you for white men. Just say where or when and I will give you the
superior black cock that you crave. Black Manta]
Jenni laughed, a little shocked. At first she had been confused, then
realized it was a case of mistaken identity. The fact that the man was
black and the woman white was what shocked her, and the arrogance of the
man, "superior black cock" indeed. Jenni deleted the message
and forgot about it until a second message arrived a week later.
[Remember when I tied your hands behind you and made you suck me off
using only your mouth? Remember fainting from cumming so hard as you
rode my big cock? I loved crushing you beneath me as I pounded your
pussy into submission. Remember when I bent you over the couch and
fucked you from behind while your husband mowed the lawn? Remember how
inadequate your husband's little prick felt after fucking a real man?
Remember when I hooked your ass on black cock after your pussy was mine?
You're my black cock slut Jenni Scott. Write me back so we can fuck
again. The picture will remind you what you're missing. Black Manta]
Jenni squirmed a little in her seat. She had woken up horny and the
dirty message made it worse. She couldn't quite understand what about it
made her so hot, it wasn't the man's obsession with his size nor the
obscene language. Mike certainly wasn't inadequate. It was a combination
of all these things. There was another Jenni Scott out there who was
cheating on her husband with a black man that used her like a slut. It
was… arousing. Jenni clicked on the picture, fifteen minutes later she
quit staring.
The black man had sent her a picture of his crotch from just above his
belly button to just above his knees. An erect, incredibly massive,
torpedo shaped penis protruded out from his crotch. She barely noticed
how hard and defined the muscles on the man's stomach and legs looked.
She did notice the giant, low-hanging ball sack which looked like two
baseballs had been shoved in a wrinkled, dark bag. It was the penis that
kept drawing her attention. The monstrosity was perfectly formed and
looked to be carved from basalt. Jenni realized the size of it was
mostly an illusion from the angle of the camera, but even so, it was a
beautiful cock and looked to be bigger then Mike's. Her husband's was
the only penis she had ever seen and she wasn't aware they came in
different shapes and sizes.
Jenni replied to the email:
[Manta, this is the second email I've gotten from you. I'm afraid I'm
not the Jenni Scott you're looking for. Good luck finding your lover.
Please don't email me again.]
Jenni did get another email from him another week later.
[Jenni Scott, I'm terribly sorry about the misunderstanding. I hope I
didn't offend you in any way. I lost my Jenni Scott's email and came up
with yours during a search. Once more, I apologize. Black Manta. PS
What did you think of the picture?]
Jenni had looked at the picture every day since, sometimes twice,
staring at it with a Zen-like focus. She sent Blackmanta14 a reply.
[I was very impressed with your picture. I found it kind of funny. Did
you use Photoshop?]
[Jenni Scott. What do you mean Photoshop? You've obviously never seen a
black cock before. You have my sympathies. Here is another picture.]
Jenni gasped and felt her pussy get a little wet. This picture showed
more of Manta's torso and it was incredibly muscular, as much as any pro
weightlifters and he looked like he was flexing every muscle on his
chest. This time he had angled his penis away from the camera and held a
12" ruler beside it. The big head of his penis extended two inches
beyond the end of the ruler.
[I simply don't believe it Manta. It's an incredible picture, but I find
it hard to believe penises get that big. It still must be a trick. Your
body's incredible by the way.] Mike had a nice wiry body after basic
training when they met, but each year it had become a little doughier, a
little pudgier, and being stuck on a sub months on end kept him a pale
white.
[Jenni, you poor thing. Penises don't get that big, cocks do, black
cocks. Surely you've heard the rumors about black cock size and our
sexual superiority? My Jenni used to be like you. Her husband is in the
military and away a lot. She thought sex was good until meeting me. Her
husband never really satisfied her, never filled her, never reached the
places that gave her really big orgasms. It's a long story, but she
accidentally saw me naked. She was sucking my cock by the end of the day, my slut by the end of the night. She wanted to see it hard. She wanted to find out what a man-sized cock felt like in her hands. Her husband was upstairs asleep when she first held my cock. I'll meet you if you'd like, if you want to experience a real cock for yourself?]
This had gone on too long. It was fun at first, made her feel naughty,
but now he was talking about getting together.
[Manta, please don't email me again. I find this talk offensive. I will
be deleting anything else you send me. I am a happily married woman and
will never cheat on my husband. PS I still think you're full of poop.]
Jenni did get another message and against her better judgment she read
it.
[Jenni Scott you are a black cock loving white slut. You just don't know it yet. Measure your husband's little worm the next time you see him and tell me it excites you as much as black cock. If you want the truth about black men, go to the video store and rent the movie, "Sexual Reparations." It's porn, but it will show you who's full of shit.]
Jenni found the porn DVD in the video store. She had never been so
embarrassed in her life as when she checked it out. She hadn't planned
on renting it. She had found herself bored looking for a movie, when she
passed the X-rated section. She thought she'd just go in and look for it
to read the cover. She found it quickly. The cover showed a black man in
judicial robes flanked by two black policemen, all muscle men. Three
beautiful, handcuffed white girls kneeled at their feet. The DVD had a
label called "E&I Video" as did most of the wall the movie was located on. Most of them appeared to be interracial. Against her better
judgment, she rented it. Luckily, you only had to bring the plastic
case up so it wasn't as embarrassing, though the pimply faced clerk gave
her a stare like he knew what this movie was about.
Jenni did some errands, fixed dinner, then took a bath. When she was
finished she curled her feet under her on the couch and played the DVD.
She planned on just watching a little to see what Manta had been talking
about and to remind her what it was like to have sex. Mike would be on
leave in a week and it would be nothing but sex for them everyday for a
month.
Jenni ended up watching the whole movie.
********************
The girl was led into the courtroom handcuffed. The actress was dressed
like white trash. Her perfectly big, perfectly fake boobs pushed up a
large halter top and showed off her belly. Tight cut-offs and high heels
completed the look. "What is the meaning of this?" she said. "I didn't
do anything."
"You have been found in violation of the reparations law."
"What the hell's that?"
"Language ma’am or I will hold you in contempt. As I was saying, you are
a direct descendent from a slave owner. Your family is guilty of past
injustice against the black race. The maximum sentence for this grievous
crime is life imprisonment."
"Noooo," screamed the woman. "I can't go to prison."
"Bailiff, I'm going to hold off sentencing till after lunch. Bring Miss
Melons to my chamber."
The bailiff left the handcuffed woman alone with the judge in his office.
"May I sit down Judge Hambone?" she asked.
"No, you may kneel, if you'd like."
The woman kneeled, hands still bound behind her. She looked up as the
judge approached. It was a very submissive posture, like she was a slave
kneeling before her master. "I'm sure this is a mistake your honor." Her
face was even with his crotch.
"No mistake. You are a direct descendant of Colonel Melons, the largest
slaveholder in the county two hundred years ago."
"You can't punish me for something my ancestor did that long ago."
"Yes I can, thanks to the reparations bill just passed by congress. I’m
fully authorized to imprison you for as long as I want."
"As long as you want?"
"Or not at all, I have leeway. The law is most ambiguous as long as you
make restitution."
"Is there any way for me to stay out of jail?"
"As a matter of fact there is. It seems that I am a direct descendent of
one of your ancestor's slaves. If you were to show me restitution, I
believe all would be forgiven."
The woman smirked. "I think we can come to an arrangement your, honor."
"It's time to cum clean for past injustice, Miss Melons." The black
judge lifted his robes. He wasn't wearing pants and his giant cock was
slowly rising to attention. Then the cheesy music started and the girl
leaned forward opening her mouth.
******************
Jenni paused the movie when the black man was completely hard. It wasn't
as big as Manta's, but it had to be a foot long. The woman attacked his
cock using only her mouth as she was still handcuffed. Of course she was
getting paid to do this, but she seemed to fully enjoy giving the black
man a blow job. She sucked him enthusiastically for a long time, then
Jenni paused it again as cum exploded out the sides of her mouth. Soon,
both were nude, the girl had her legs spread as the judge pounded his
huge cock into her pussy and she took it all. The scene flowed together
perfectly, but must have been filmed over several days as the judge
turned the woman over and fucked her ass after cumming in her pussy.
Each time he came it looked as though he had stored up sperm for a year.
"Had enough Miss Melons?" The girl was toying with the judges cock as
they laid side by side in bed.
"No your honor. I don't believe I have made adequate restitution for my
crimes. You are just one man, my ancestor owned hundreds of slaves. I
need to pay reparations to all of them."
Jenni caught herself gently squeezing her breasts as she watched the
movie. She was also squirming on the couch from arousal as the next
scene started.
****************
"Why'd you stop me officers, I wasn't speeding?"
Two muscular black cops were looking at the pretty female driver. "You
ever fucked a black man Mrs. Derry Queen.?" asked one reading her name
off her license.
"That's none of your business officers and of course not, I am a happily
married woman," said the driver.
"Fucking only white men is discrimination. Your in violation of the
reparations law. You’re going to jail."
"Wait, what if I promise to end my discriminatory ways?"
Soon the woman was naked and kneeling on a blanket one of the cops had
spread out. One of the black cops was feeding his beer can thick, ten
inch cock into her mouth while the other was pushing his thirteen inch
monster into her pussy. The contrast between the woman's pale white skin
and the two muscular black men's was very erotic. As was the sight of
two well-defined, muscular male bodies with huge pricks attached. Though
an actress, the woman seemed to enjoy the fucking, her nipples were rock
hard and fluid was pouring down her thighs. The cop in her mouth came
and his cock never seemed to go soft. Soon he was shoving it in her ass,
which Jenni noticed was already stretched out like she had been fucked
in it dozens of times. The men came, then pulled out. A worn, but happy
looking actress then said, "I'll never fuck another white man again. But
isn't that discrimination also?"
"No, that’s only natural," said the cops.
The last scene was of a pudgy, older white man in a suit coming home to
a large plantation only to find his wife in bed with the judge. "Honey,
how could you?"
"How could I not," gasped the woman as she got the fucking of her life.
The man looked horrified and stumbled out behind the house where a
young, big breasted slut was riding another black guy. "Daddy?" said the
Girl, "They're soooo big."
The wife and judge came outside. "I remembered what you said about this
being a slave plantation," said the wife, walking around the pool naked.
"So I called up the judge and asked what I should do to pay off the
reparations law."
"A good law-abiding citizen, your wife," said the judge, "and a good
lay. Signed the house right over to me."
"Noooo," screamed the husband. He stumbled past a dozen nude black men
filing out by the pool. The camera panned back showing the man walking
onto the street. Other white men with dazed expressions were sitting on
the curbs in front of their homes. The white men seemed to have been
selected for being short, older, and out of shape. The scene flashed
back to the pool where the mother and daughter were getting gang-banged.
Unlike the whites, the blacks seemed to have been hired based on fitness
and cock size. All had the bodies of weightlifters, some with wide
torsos, others with more wiry bodies and all had cocks at least ten
inches, some pushing fifteen.
Jenni had an orgasm when one of the blacks blew his load on the
daughter's tits. Cumming brought her back to reality. She looked down
surprised to see that one of her hands had found it's way under her
panties and she had been rubbing her clit as she watched the movie.
Jenni watched the movie again several times and returned it three days
late. She still believed the movie had been faked somehow, but found
herself getting a shiver of excitement every time she saw a good-looking
black man. Sex with a black man had been unthinkable until now and she
half wished she had tried one back before she was married. None of the
blacks she saw had the torso of the porn stars, nor the animal
magnetism, but she couldn't help looking. Not that she'd ever cheat on
Mike, but it was fun to fantasize.
*******************
Mike, Ray and other crew members stood on deck in their whites, hands
clasped behind their backs as the sub arrived at Norfolk. Several wives
waved from the dock as the sub entered it's berth. Mike spotted Jenni
and waved.
When they were allowed ashore, Mike ran to Jenni and lifted her up
twirling her around. "I'm so glad your back," she cried, hugging her
husband.
"God, I missed you," said Mike. He sat Jenni down and noticed her
staring over his shoulder. Mike turned and saw that Ray had followed him. "Jenni, this is Ray. Ray, this is my wife."
"Nice to meet you, Miss Jenni," said Ray shaking her hand. He noticed her shudder as her little hand disappeared in his.
"Nice to finally meet you," she replied. Ray thought he caught her eyes
flicker quickly down to his crotch and then back to her husband. The big
black man was pretty sure she had watched the movie.
"This was Ray's last tour honey. He's got a job in New York."
"Yeah," said Ray, “no more months at sea without a woman for me. I'm done with the navy. No idea how I'm getting to New York though. I guess I'll hitch."
"Well, we're in Maryland, just outside Salisbury," said Jenni. "You can
drive up the peninsula with us. I'm sure you can get a bus to New York
from Salisbury."
"Really?" asked Ray. "You don't mind do ya buddy?" Ray put his hands on
Mike's shoulder and squeezed it a little too tight."
"Not at all," said Mike, with an expression that said he did mind. "We
drive right by the bus station."
"Great! Well I have some papers to sign."
"Alright, Jenni get us a room at the hotel, I'll meet you as soon as
things are squared with the sub. Ray, meet us at 0800 hours and we'll
head North."
******************
Jenni looked over at her husband sitting contentedly behind the drivers
seat. They had enjoyed a good night of sex, she had even sucked his dick
for awhile, for once showing some enthusiasm. Sex had been pleasurable,
but being apart so long had Mike cumming quickly and Jenni failed to
orgasm. He didn't do much better the next morning when she mounted him.
She wished he could last longer, like the black men in the movie.
Thinking of them had her wondering what Mike's penis would feel like it if it was a little thicker, an inch longer, two inches, three inches and black... Just as she was getting into her fantasy, Mike came. She had sighed and got up to go to the bathroom to clean his sperm out of her. She hadn't told Mike, but the timing was finally right for her to get pregnant during this shore leave. She patted her belly, praying that god would give her a baby.
"Where the hell is he?" Mike almost honked the horn impatiently.
"Here he comes," said Jenni. Ray came out of the building, smiling. He
was wearing a tight tank top that left his muscular arms bare and tight
jeans. Jenni's eyes wandered down to his crotch and she saw it. The
outline of a giant, thick cock like the men in the movie or Manta's.
Ray fit the body type and she had known he was hung the minute she saw
him.
"New York, here I come," said Ray, getting in the car. "No more navy for
me. Thanks for the lift."
Jenni talked to Ray a lot during the three hour drive, Mike was
uncharacteristically silent. They would have spent the ride talking about sex and starting a family if it weren't for their black passenger. So Jenni spent the ride talking to Ray while Mike concentrated on driving. Ray told her about his past, but was strangely evasive about his new job. Jenni kept wanting to glance down at his crotch, but settled for his handsome face. He was very black, with typical Negroid features, flat nose, big lips, but it suited him well. His hair was buzzed so short he was almost bald. She had a strong desire to see his penis.
Jenni loved Mike and was faithful. She didn't want to sleep with Ray,
she just wanted to see what his penis looked like. She wanted to see
what his cock looked like fully erect. Maybe, hold his black cock in her
hand and stroke it. Maybe, he'd let her take his superior black cock in
her mouth and then stuff it in her pussy as she rode it to orgasm after
org.... "Here's the bus stop," said Mike.
Jenni snapped out of her daydream and blushed as she had been staring
over her shoulder at Ray. He winked at her and she turned around
embarrassed and ashamed of the thoughts running through her head. "I'm
sorry," said Ray. "I forgot to mention that the navy needs to mail me my
discharge papers, so I gave them your address. It would only be for a
few days. I can stay at a hotel nearby."
"Nonsense," said Jenni. "We can put you up for two days, can't we Mike?"
Mike didn't look happy at all, but said, "Sure."
"If you insist,” said Ray, smiling. “I'll take you two out to dinner as a way of saying thanks."
Mike left the bus stop and headed for home. Jenni forced herself to look
out the front window. Maybe, she'd get a chance to see Ray's big black
cock over the next few days. Maybe, she could suck... Jenni rolled down
the window to get some fresh air and to get these thoughts out of her
mind.
*****************
Jenni looked across the table at her friend Diane. Diane had a wide-eyed
expression of shock on her face as she talked to Ray. The two women
worked in a bookstore together and Jenni had asked Diane to join them
for dinner. Diane hadn't been happy to see that Ray was black, but Jenni
told her it was just dinner, not a date, she didn't want Ray to feel
like a third wheel and explained to the black man that Diane was only
here as company. Now Diane had a funny look on her face and Jenni
couldn't see Ray's hand. Diane was small, plump, and shy. She didn't get
a lot of attention from guys and Ray practically fawned on her.
"Well, what's say we hit the hay. It's been a long day," said Mike,
standing.
"Why don't you two go on ahead," said Ray.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I know you want some time alone. I'm sure Diane will bring me
back later."
"That ok with you Diane?" asked Mike.
Diane wouldn't look either of them in the eye. She held her head down
blushing and meekly said, "Yes, it's fine with me."
*****************
Jenni got to see Ray's cock the next morning. She was in a good mood,
having screwed her husband twice the night before. It had been some good
sex, but she had trouble concentrating as she kept wondering if Diane
had fucked Ray and was surprised to find she was a little jealous. She
decided they hadn't, Ray, a horny sailor, was probably ready to fuck
anything, but Diane wasn't the type to sleep around on the first date or
the second or third, for that matter and she didn't really care for
blacks.
Jenni had to work early the next morning. Tired from sex and partying
late the night before, she fumbled with the shower and dressing. She
needed some coffee to get moving and went downstairs only to freeze as
she saw Ray's cock.
The black man had passed out on the couch, apparently not making it
upstairs to the guest room. He was naked except for skin tight boxer
shorts. She paused only briefly to admire his chest, as her eyes were
focused on his black dangling cock.
In a way, it was a disappointment. Sure, it was big and thick, but it
was as limp as a wet noodle. Ray's cock had fallen out of his boxers and
was lying across his thigh. It was probably nine inches long, but it was
lifeless. It looked tired, spent, just like Mike's penis looked after
sex only a lot bigger. As she stared, Ray murmured in his sleep and she
gasped as Ray's cock swelled a little, extending another inch and
plumped up even thicker.
Her gasp made his eyes flicker and he looked at her, sitting up. "Mornin
Jen," he said, yawning. "Sorry you caught me napping. I figured you two
would be going at it hot and heavy, so I slept down here."
Jenni was forcing herself to look in Ray's face. He hadn't realized his
cock was sticking out and it was now over ten inches long and still
growing. "I didn't hear you come in," she said, turning the coffee
machine on.
"I think you were in the shower."
Jenni froze. That meant he had come home less then an hour ago. He had
spent the whole night with Diane?
"What are you doing up?" The black giant was standing in the living room
with his hands behind his head flexing his massive biceps. His body was
almost so muscular it was disgusting, like a weightlifters only
constantly flexed and rippling with muscles. "I figured you two love
birds would stay in bed all day."
"I have to go to work today."
"If I had known that, I would have covered up." Ray suddenly seemed to
notice his cock was jutting out, now probably a foot long and still not
completely hard. As if it were nothing, he calmly reached down and
stuffed it in his shorts without even bothering to turn around.
"I'm taking a lot of time off while Mike's here, but I still have to
work a couple days a week."
"Well, I gots to gets me some sleep. Goodnight."
"Goodnight." Jenni stared at his big, hard ass as he turned and walked
up the stairs.
Jenni opened the store and worked for a few hours before Diane stumbled
in. The chubby woman looked horrible, like she hadn't slept at all. Her
eyes were bloodshot and her cheeks had a swollen, rubbery look to them.
She was also walking bowlegged and winced when she sat down to take a
break. Despite looking tired and sore, Jen had never seen Diane looking
happier. Still, she was not working up to speed and left work early to
get some rest.
*****************
Still wearing just his shorts, Ray walked out to the mailbox as the
postman drove away. Sure enough, there was a priority envelope addressed
to him from the military containing his discharge papers. There was also
another piece of overnight mail addressed to him. This one had a return
address of King Pharmaceuticals in New York. He closed the mailbox,
leaving the Scott's mail inside.
Ray opened his package and took out the little vial surrounded by
packing peanuts. He went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Mike
seemed to drink a glass of milk a day, so he poured half the vial into
the open carton of milk. The other half went into Jenni's two liter of
diet Pepsi. There was enough Xcite in the bottle, to leave Mike impotent
for a month, maybe two, while leaving Jenni climbing the walls with
horniness.
Later, when Mike got home from playing golf. Ray watched as he made some
coffee. Mike then poured a little milk into his cup. 'bye bye
erections', thought Ray, as Mike sipped his drink. Jenni came home later
and immediately poured a glass of diet Pepsi.
"You two up for clubbin again?" asked Ray.
"God, no," said both Scotts in unison.
"I'm beat," said Jenni, "Lets just watch a movie."
"Got any porn?" asked Ray. Jenni turned beat red. "Just kidding." The phone rang. "If that's Diane, tell her I've left already."
Jenni answered the phone. "Oh, hello Diane. No, I'm afraid he's left
already. No, I don't have an address for him. If he calls Mike, I'll try
to get it. Are you crying? He did say, he had a great time last night
and wished he could stay here longer," she lied.
Jenni hung up the phone. "Asshole! That's my best friend I just lied
to."
"I'm only thinking of her. The poor bitc...thing's infatuated with me as
is after one night. I don't want her to get hooked on me."
“I'm getting a movie," said Jenni, shaking her head and leaving the room. What a conceited son-of-a-bitch.
Halfway through the movie, Jenni got horny. She didn't know why, the
film was a dumb action movie she had put in for the guys. There was no
nudity and little sex, but as she sat watching it, sipping from her diet
Pepsi, she got horny. Her breathing picked up and her pulse quickened.
She shivered as a wave of pleasure traveled out from her breasts. Her
nipples were hard and scraping her bra. Worse her pussy was juicing up
so badly, she feared it might leak right through her soaked panties and
leave a mark on the couch. "Honey, I'm tired. Lets call it a night."
"You go up Jen, I'll be up after the movie," said Mike.
"You sure dear?" She put her hand on his shoulder and stared at him
trying to give him the hint.
Mike stared at her kind of confused then frowned. "I'm sure, I'll be up
in an hour or so."
Now Jenni was frowning, Mike never turned down sex. Then it hit her.
This powerful horniness might be her body's way of saying
she was ovulating. "Mike, I think you should come upstairs."
"Go asshole," said Ray. "I think your wife wants some luvin. A beautiful woman like that deserves a stiff fucking every night."
"Crude, but I thank you Ray. Come on husband service me."
"If you don't, I will buddy," said Ray.
"I'm going, I'm going."
Part 2
"Come on Ray, we're going to the beach," said Jenni knocking on his
door.
"Cumming," grunted Ray, just as a huge wad of semen flew up three feet
from the end of his cock. The large strand of cum was close to five
inches long. It did a somersault before colliding with his equally large
second wad. The two wads fell with a splat on Ray's chest, soon followed
by several more. Even when his cock quit shooting, sperm flowed down his
shaft like lava flowing out of a volcano.
He cleaned the cum off and flushed the tissues down the toilet. He put
his suit on and walked downstairs. Jenni was wearing sweat pants and a
sexy, but modest bikini top. The pants hugged her hips perfectly showing
off her belly and thin waist. She was packing lotion and other stuff
into a big bag. "You look well rested for a woman who had wild sex all
night," he said.
"Actually we went right to sleep," she said, without looking at the black man.
"Shame, you'd think with only three weeks of leave, you'd try to get as
much in as possible."
"You'd think that wouldn't you," she replied, looking both pissed and hurt as she finally turned to the black man and did a double take blatantly staring at his crotch for an uncomfortable moment. "You're wearing that?"
"Sure, it's my suit."
Ray was wearing tight panty style swimwear, like the kind swimmers or
weightlifters wear. They were white and really drew attention to his
crotch standing out against his black skin. His cock seemed to big for
the suit, looking wadded up inside the material like he had stuffed a
potato inside it. Make that three potatoes, his balls were equally as
visible under the material. Don't you want to wear a shirt or pants, it's an hour drive to Ocean City and we may have to walk a block to the beach."
"The sun already burned my people and there isn’t nothing on this body I
ain’t proud of. I'd be doing a disservice to the ladies not to show them
my goods. Bodies like mine shouldn't be covered up."
Jenni was inclined to agree. At that moment Mike walked downstairs
wearing a hat, baggy shirt, and loose swim trunks. He was very pale from
being on the sub so long, he was sure to get burned today. "You guys
ready?"
****************
Jenni was still horny. She was mostly silent the drive to the beach.
Last night had been upsetting to say the least. She had practically
attacked Mike the moment they got to the bedroom and he had been
completely disinterested. She pulled down his pants surprised at how
small his penis looked. She had seen it that small once after he had
gone swimming in a cold pool. He had explained the concept of shrinkage
to her, but it had never been that small prior to sex.
Mike had turned out the light from embarrassment and Jenni did
Everything she could to get him hard from sucking on it to tugging on it rapidly. Mike's normally proud six inch dick easily disappeared in her small cupped palm. Jenni had ended up masturbating and having a small
unsatisfying orgasm as he slept beside her. His dick was no harder in
the morning.
It didn't help that a giant black cock was riding in the seat behind
her, Ray's large weapon just a few feet from her head. Ray probably
never had trouble getting hard. The black giant had probably fed his big
cock into every orifice on Diane's body just like the black porno stars
did in "Sexual Reparations". A superior black cock was just what a horny
white slut like herself needed. Jenni snapped out of her daydream and
rolled the window down for some fresh air.
The beach was fun. Everyone, male and female stared at Ray as they
walked from the parking lot to the beach. They set up camp and Ray
whistled as Jenni pulled down the sweat pants, staring openly at her
half-naked body. Mike turned a little red and looked pissed, but said
nothing. "Nice," said the black man, "but there's one problem."
"Oh, what's that?" Jenni swore Ray's swimsuit was bulging out more then
it had earlier.
"Too much material. Your figure deserves a smaller, skimpier bikini. I'd
like to see you in one of those patriotic bikinis."
Now it was Jenni's turn to blush. Had Mike shown Ray her pictures? Oh
god, not the nudes! Mike didn't look guilty, so she assumed it was
coincidence. "Thanks I guess."
After that Ray left her alone the rest of the day. He spent more time
with her husband. Whenever she looked up from her book, Ray was standing
next to Mike or walking down to the water with him. It was hard not to
make comparisons between the two standing so close together and Ray was
the one who always came out on top. Ray flirted with every girl in a
bikini that walked by from sixteen to fifty as long as they looked good.
Ray often pulled Mike along with him as he hit on various women. Jenni
should have been jealous and she was, but not with Mike. Instead, Jenni
was jealous of Ray. Not one woman paid any attention to her husband as
he stood beside Ray and Mike wasn't a bad looking guy. Ray's body and
bulge got all the attention and Ray got a lot of phone numbers.
The three of them went in the water to cool off and playfully splashed
each other. Ray scared her once, swimming under water and grabbing her
ankle. Ray came up behind her and told her to hold her elbows tight
against her sides. Jenni was standing on a sandbar as Ray put his palms
on her elbows. The height was just right for his crotch to press against
her ass under water. He pushed his plump cock against her ass just
before he lifted her out of the water. Jenni flew through the air to
splash in the water ten feet from where Ray stood. Jenni came up
laughing, her ass still tingling from where Ray's cock had touched it.
They left the water and Jenni dried off. "Lets go get some drinks," said
Ray.
"Alright," said Mike.
"You boys have fun," said Jenni, wiping the towel across her face. "I'm
gonna stay here and reeeaad..."
"What's wrong Jenni?" asked Ray, looking down at her.
"N-nothing," Jenni went back to drying off. Ray had been standing right
beside her chair, his crotch practically in her face. The white suit was
clear when wet and she could see the huge outline of his cock and balls,
his dark skin visible through the material. She could make out the hard
crown of his cock head, the veins crisscrossing the shaft, and the mat
from his pubic hair. It looked harder now then it had been earlier
despite the cold ocean water and Jenni got a big thrill wondering if it
was from when they had touched that had him so aroused. She had trouble
concentrating on her book the whole time they were gone.
When they came back, they were drunk or at least Mike was. "Looks like
I'm driving," she said.
"I'll drive," volunteered Ray.
"Don't lishten to him honey," slurred Mike, "He'sh ash drunk ash I am.
Itsh his fault for buying all the shotsh."
"Booze doesn't affect me," said Ray.
"I'll drive just to be sure," said Jenni skeptically.
They gathered up their things and headed back to the car. Mike sat in
back, drinking in the afternoon had him dozing off soon after hitting
the bridge out of Ocean City. "Thank god," said Ray. "A lot more room to
stretch my legs up front."
Jenni glanced down her eyes zooming in right on his crotch. He still
looked cramped. "Stop somewhere and we'll get some burgers to throw on
your grill for dinner," said the black man, before putting his seat back
and closing his eyes. 'Damn him,' she thought, I’m horny, Mike’s wasted and limp, and the arrogant black man keeps showing off his equipment. With Ray trying to sleep, she could stare at his crotch without him knowing it and she kept glancing over at him the whole ride home.
Ray's cock head extended an inch and his bulge plumped up as something
excited the black man in his dreams. Jenni's hand gripped the knobby end
of the gear shift and then stroked it up and down imagining it was Ray's
cock. She was holding Ray's cock and it was the gear shift as she used
it to shift. Then Jenni straddled his seat and moved the head of his
cock to her hungry pussy. Jenni snapped out of it just as the car was
drifting off the side of the road. She corrected the car and rolled the
window down for air. Just being around his cock was making her think
like a slut.
Both men woke up at the supermarket, Ray looking refreshed, Mike blurry
eyed and groggy. Despite his outfit, Ray followed her in. An assistant
manager hurried up to them and said, "Shirt and shoes are required, sir."
Ray turned and looked down at the little man. "I'll be quick," he said,
after an uncomfortable moment.
"O-ok sir," said the man gulping, his eyes wandered down Ray's chest,
then fell on Ray's crotch. The little man's eyes bugged out and he took
a step back, turning to scurry away.
Not wanting to be spotted with a giant, hulking, half-naked, brutish
looking black man, Jenni ditched Ray and bought some hotdogs, burgers,
and rolls for a barbeque. She ran into him in line, Ray had a case of
beer under his arms.
They left the supermarket and headed home. "Don't forgetsh to check the
mail." Mike moaned, clutching his head.
Jenni obeyed her husband and stopped at the mailbox. "Still nothing."
"That's military efficiency for ya," said Ray.
Ray volunteered to man the grill while Jenni prepared the fixings‘. As
soon as she was out of sight, Ray put a beer in Mike's hand, "To the
navy," proposed the black man.
Mike looked like he had enough booze for the day, but couldn't turn down
the proposal. "To the Navy." They clinked cans.
"Pound it," said Ray throwing his head back and draining the can. He
crushed it afterwards.
"Pounding the beer made Mike's head spin. "Oooh," he groaned, "I need to
sit down."
Rest up on the couch buddy, I'll get dinner ready." Ray pushed Mike down
on the couch and sat his crushed can beside the white man's. "I'll be
outside," yelled the black man to Jenni.
*****************
Jenni came out of the kitchen holding a couple paper plates. She
stopped, looking disgustedly at her husband snoring on the couch. Two
empty beer cans already lying beside him. He was really getting on her
shit list this shore leave. She knew from experience, he wouldn't be
waking until dawn.
Jenni carried some hotdog and burger rolls on a plate outside for Ray.
She was staring at the plate to keep from dropping anything and wasn't
looking at the black man. "Here's the rolls," she said.
"Got one big enough for a foot long?"
Jenni looked up and gasped. Ray had stripped completely nude in their
backyard and was hosing himself off. His incredible body glistened in
the sunlight. Ray's cock jutted out from his crotch, stiff, plump, and
angled slightly downwards. It did indeed look like a foot long, and it
wasn't completely hard. Jenni could do nothing but stare, entranced by
it.
"Why don't you come over here and get a good look at it."
"W-what do you mean?" asked Jenni.
"You’re curious about black cock. You've been staring at my crotch since
we met. Now's your chance to get it out of your system." Ray turned the
hose off and took a step towards her. He put his strong hands on her
shoulders and started pushing down.
"But Mike's inside?" Her legs were shaky and weak. She gave in, falling
to her knees. His cock was now thirteen inches, straighter and just
inches from her face."
"Come on Jenni, he's passed out on the couch. This might be your only
chance to examine what a real man's cock looks like. Lucky for us he
drank so much this afternoon. You can touch it."
Jenni had been staring at Ray's cock, the big bulbous head, the puffy
blue-black veins, his huge pendulous balls. She reached one hand up
tentatively and caressed the shaft with three fingers, a shiver of
yearning running down her spine.
Her caress turned to a grip and his cock straightened out completely,
the cock fattening and hardening in her hand. It quit growing at
fourteen inches, the fat head flush with the shaft making it look
torpedo shaped. "My god!"
"Impressed?"
"G-god yes, I've never seen anything like it."
"Makes your hubby seem pretty pathetic doesn't it?"
Jenni felt a twinge of guilt, but she couldn't help agreeing with the
black man. "It's so big and thick. It's so hard and big. It's...big." At
some point she couldn't remember, her other hand had come up to touch it
and she was stroking it automatically with her right while her left
gently massaged his huge balls. "I want to see you cum."
"Suck on it."
Jenni's whole body shook at his order. Her dark fantasies had returned
as she stroked his cock, her dreams stronger with her proximity to his
mighty shaft and his musky masculine scent. She wanted to suck on it.
She wanted it in her pussy, even her virgin ass if her master so ordered
it. Her belly should be full of her black master's sperm just as his monster cock should be filling her fertile womb with his black, baby-making seed.
"I can't," she said wanting to cry at her loss. Despite his behavior
the last few days, Jenni loved Mike Scott deeply and wanted to remain a
loyal and faithful wife, but deep down, she was starting to resent her
husband.
"Jenni, everyone knows a blow job ain't cheating."
"I'm sorry, I can't".
"You can't leave me hanging like this. The least you can do is jerk me
off."
"I guess that would be fine. What do I do?"
"Use this." Ray had some vegetable oil out to clean the grill grate. He
handed her the bottle.
Jenni poured the oil on her hands. Her hands now slid smoothly along his
shaft. She ran her hands up and down, pausing to coat the head, then
resuming her strokes. She fantasized she was a slut for Ray's cock, his
slave, helplessly at his mercy. 'It couldn't hurt just to suck on it a
little,' she thought, but did nothing. She'd never actually wanted to
give anyone a blow job, but she was filled with a near overwhelming
desire to please Ray. Taking it in her mouth would be so easy and it would take pressure off her tired arms, but still she resisted.
Ray lasted twenty minutes and Jenni had almost lost all the strength in
her arms. The missile was pointed right at her face, looking harder and
angrier then it had when she started. Jenni remembered the black men in
the movie and how their cocks literally seemed to explode sperm. She
opened her mouth gasping with fear, preparing to point his cock away from her, but it was too late.
Jenni closed her eyes just in time as what felt like a glassful of hot
pudding was thrown against her face. Something touched her lower lip and
she realized it was the tip of Ray's cock, her mouth closing just as it
filled up with more of his hot sperm. Sperm had already clogged her nose
and she was forced to swallow his seed in order to breath. Another wad
splattered across her chest just above her bikini.
Jenni wiped his cum from her eyes and looked up at Ray hulking over her
like a giant, his still hard cock brushing against her chin. She felt
like a completely new woman. She nuzzled his cock looking at it
adoringly, even going so far as to kiss it. The tip was just inches from
her mouth, sperm dribbling out of the end, her tongue flickered out and
caressed the pee-slit, lapping up several spoonfuls of semen.
Jenni backed up a little ashamed of her reaction. "I'm going to go get
cleaned up."
"I'm gonna put some more meat on the grill. The last ones seemed to have
burnt up."
Jenni opened the sliding glass doors and paused seeing Mike sprawled out
asleep on the couch. What would he say if he opened his eyes to see his
wife's upper body covered in a black man's sperm?
Ray watched her go, disappointed, but impressed by her willpower. He'd
try again in a few hours and the pretty young wife wouldn't be able to
resist him again. Some sperm was stagnating in his shaft, so he milked
it out. Ray looked around, grabbing a burger bun and catching the
dangling white cum on the inside top. He ran his cock head around the bun until it was drained completely. Then he rearranged the lettuce and a slice of tomato over his cum. He'd need to be sure Jenni got this one
and it didn't end up on his own plate.
Jenni was silent as she ate her cum burger. She had washed up, her hair
wet, and was still clad in her sweat pants and bikini top. She was also
finishing off the last of her xcite-laced diet Pepsi. Ray could see her
hard nipples protruding out under her bikini as she stared off into
space, absentmindedly taking bites from her burger.
Jenni cleaned up, disappearing into the kitchen. When she came out, Mike
was gone and Ray was sitting alone of the couch still clad in his tiny
white briefs. He patted the empty space beside him. "Where's Mike?"
"I carried him upstairs to bed."
"I think I'll go join him. Today really drained me."
Ray grabbed his crotch. "It'll take a lot more to completely drain me."
"Good night Ray." Jenni left the black man sitting on the couch. Her
legs felt like lead as she lifted them up the stairs, though they grew
lighter the further she got from Ray's presence.
There was something primal about him that made her want to submit,
despite the fact that she loved her husband, despite the fact that Ray
was of another race, and despite the fact that she really didn't like
the black man. He was a bit of an obnoxious ass.
Jenni sat down at the computer and typed off a quick message to
Blackmanta:
[Manta, I understand what you were saying about black men. My husband
brought home a black friend and I find him hard to resist. He is built
like you and has a cock to match. He wanted me to blow him off, saying
it wasn't cheating, but I ended up giving him a hand job. I feel guilty
for what I did and I love my husband, but I want this black man's cock.
I've been so horny lately and my husband's in bed performance has been
inadequate at best. What do I do?"]
Jenni didn't know why she was writing to another arrogant, obnoxious
black man asking for advice with another, though it takes one to know
one. After a dream where she was the various women in "Sexual
Reparations", she awoke to find Manta had responded.
[What you do Jenni Scott is submit. This is the opportunity for you to
discover your true nature. You are a slut for black cock. My Jenni Scott had similar reservations. She told me how her horniness increased tenfold when she met me and how inadequate her own husband was. He couldn't even get an erection when I was around. It's only natural for the weaker male to grow soft and limp in the presence of a superior male, and for a female to want to submit herself to a larger more powerful cock. He's right, a blow job isn't cheating. Go show that black cock how much you appreciate it.]
Jenni replied to his email with thanks then clicked on the picture of
Manta's massive erection, it was so similar to Ray's. She was nude in
the chair and her hand found it's way down to her pussy. It was soaking
wet, just like it had been every day since Ray arrived. Ray would be in
his room, asleep, probably with one of those really big morning
erections men got. She knew what she wanted to do, he could be on his
way to New York by the end of the day and she'd miss her opportunity.
Mike would be asleep for another couple hours. She put her bikini on to
protect her pussy because she didn't trust herself nor the black man.
*****************
Ray woke up feeling something hot and wet around the head of his cock.
He opened his eyes to see Jenni looking up at him with her lips wrapped
around his cock head. "You go Jenni, suck that black cock."
Jenni twirled her tongue around the crown, then up over the pee-slit.
She stretched her jaw open to accommodate more of his huge cock, gagging
as it pushed into her throat. "Hold on, I want to see that hot bod of
yours while you suck it." Ray sat up and moved over to a chair.
"No, the bikini stays on."
"Why you doing this?"
"I had to know what it was like and didn't want this opportunity to pass
me by."
"Well I don't want to miss the opportunity to see ya naked."
"No, I need the panties for protection."
"Shit, then we'll compromise. Show me them tittys." Jenni was about to
object when Ray suddenly stood and ripped off her bikini top. Jenni felt
her arms pulling back as he twisted the top around her wrists. Before
she knew it, her hands were restrained behind her back. Ray grabbed her
shoulders and roughly pushed her down. He moved around in front of her
and waved his cock under her nose, her eyes following it hypnotically.
Ray backed up and sat again, spreading his legs, that huge cock of his
sticking out at a forty-five degree angle. "Now finish what you started."
Jenni crawled on her knees, hands bound tightly behind her back. There
was no way to describe this helpless, submissive pose. Ray could throw
her down and rape her right there and there would be nothing she could
do to stop him. Part of her wished he'd do just that, then she'd have an
excuse for trying out his cock. Instead, she wobbled over to him and
began licking his cock.
Her tongue touched every square inch of his cock surface before she
moved her mouth back up to the head. Her throat was a little loose from
earlier and she swallowed five or six inches pretty easily, then the
head was pushing deeper into her throat then Mike had ever reached.
Jenni could have done a better job sucking him off had her hands been
free. She couldn't steady it, she couldn't guide it, she couldn't use
her hands to stroke it. All she had was her mouth. Her neck and upper
back grew sore as she bobbed her head rapidly over half his shaft.
Strange, but she enjoyed giving head to the black man. She never enjoyed
sucking on her husband's penis, she had done it as an expression of her
love, but never derived pleasure from it. If her own pussy wasn't
screaming for attention, she would have been perfectly content to suck
on Ray's fourteen inch cock all night or until her strength gave out.
Jenni's belly was even growling in anticipation of filling up with Ray's
hot seed. The little taste she had gotten earlier had only whet her
appetite for more. She had never swallowed sperm in her life, never
even let Mike cum in her mouth, but she was craving Ray's sperm now.
Luckily, Ray's stamina gave out before her strength did, but barely and
thanks to his help.
Ray started bucking his hips, thrusting his cock deeper in her mouth as his need to cum grew in intensity. He grabbed both sides of her head with hands that could have crushed her skull, but he was gentle, if aggressive. Ray started pulling her head down deeper onto his thrusting cock forcing her to swallow close to a foot. His mighty arms took over for her tired and sore neck muscles. Ray's cock head grew, swelling so big she feared it would wedge in her throat. When he came, it was with a bellow that she feared would wake Mike up.
If it wasn't for the fact that she could feel the pulse in his cock
pumping, she'd barely know he had ejaculated except that the growl in
her belly was disappearing. He pushed her head back until she could feel
a steady stream of sperm traveling down her throat. He pulled out so
that just the head was in her mouth and he ran his hand along his shaft,
milking out the last of his sperm so that she could taste him.
"Did you like sucking my cock?"
"You know I did."
"Imagine how good it would feel in your pussy." Ray turned Jenni around
and untied her bound hands.
"Yes, I imagine it would feel good."
"Just give the word and this cock is all yours."
"Let me sleep on it."
"Don't waste time Jenni, that letter could come today and then I'm
gone."
"I understand." Jenni left the room hoping to catch another hour of sleep, but the need in her pussy was so great, she couldn't concentrate. Even if Mike could get hard it wouldn't satisfy her. The itch in her pussy was deep, only something big, something big and black could scratch it.
******************
Jenni got two unpleasant surprises that morning. Mike was sluggish
getting out of bed, his head throbbing. Ray's cock had turned into an
obsession with her. She got up to take a shower, imagining Ray was in
there with her, he was sitting on the toilet while she road his shaft,
then kneeled before him and took him in her mouth again. She had to fuck
him.
Jenni dried her long blonde hair and dressed in shorts and a tank top.
'Not bad for someone about to turn thirty', she thought looking at
herself in the mirror. Mike was awake, lying in the bed when she came
out of the bathroom. "How you feeling honey?" she asked.
"Bad."
"I can tell, your eyes are all red and your cheeks are puffy."
"Your cheeks look a little swollen yourself."
Jenni blushed, she had noticed her cheeks in the mirror, sucking off Ray
two hours earlier had given them a rubbery appearance. "I drank a little
too much also." She put her shoes on then added, "I know he's your friend and all, but I'd like Ray gone soon. He can stay one more day, but I'd like him to move on tomorrow. We can send him his discharge papers if they don't arrive today. I want to spend the next two weeks with my husband."
"Truth is, I don't really like Ray, I find his head is as big as...well,
he's cocky and arrogant," Mike said. Jenni knew he was cocky, real
cocky. Mike looked at her sadly. "Honey, I'm sorry about my lack of
enthusiasm in bed. If things don't get any better soon, I'll ride down
to base to check with a doctor."
"I understand." Jenni patted her husband's head and left the room. One
fuck, that was all Ray would get, then he'd leave and things would
return to normal.
Jenni went to Ray's room and got her first surprise. He wasn't there,
but sticking out of his duffle bag was an envelope clearly marked United
States Navy." She looked at it and found her address, attention Ray
Harmon on it. His discharge papers!
Jenni was pissed, but also flattered. Ray wanted her so bad, he had lied
about not getting his papers in the mail. She went downstairs, Ray had
Mike's laptop open on the coffee table, but was in the kitchen. She
joined him and began cooking some eggs. "You want a some black sausage
to go with those eggs?" he asked.
Jenni looked at him. He had an arrogant smirk that suggested there was
no doubt in his mind what her answer was. "Yes. I'd like to try some
black sausage, but just once and then you must leave. And, you have to
wear protection," she added.
"No problem Jenni, but once you've had black sausage, you'll want it
again and again."
"We'll see." They ate in the kitchen. "I'll be back, I have some errands
to run. I'll have Mike go get some things at the hardware store later
and then we can be together."
"Can't wait."
Jenni left the kitchen and got her second unpleasant surprise. Mike had
come down and was sitting at his computer. "Ray was on here?" he asked her. Jenni nodded. "Hey," he yelled to Ray in the kitchen, "Blackmanta has some email." Mike had automatically logged into Ray's account just as Ray logged into his the time he got Jenni's pictures.
Jenni froze and turned pale. "What did you call him?"
"Blackmanta. That's his nickname. Manta Ray, get it? I thought it up,
but we call him black manta cause he's black."
Jenni felt sick. "I need to get my purse, then I'm going shopping." Ray
was staring at her, looking pissed he'd gotten caught, but he still had
that superior smirk on his face like he still thought they'd be fucking
by the end of the day. The bastard had been conning her since before the
sub had even docked.
Jenni went upstairs on the pretext of grabbing her purse, instead she
grabbed the envelope with Ray's discharge papers. She hid them in her
purse and left the house, putting the envelope in her mailbox. She then
called her husband on her cell phone and told him she wanted Ray gone
today, before she got back. Mike wavered, but agreed. Then she told him
to check the mailbox as soon as the postman came around noon.
Jenni got home late in the afternoon, hoping Ray was already gone. Mike
was in the yard with a hedge trimmer, the lawnmower was out, but he
hadn't cut it yet. Jenni entered the house, finding it empty. She headed
up the stairs, freezing as a giant figure loomed over her. Ray stood on
the top of the steps with his duffle bag slung over his shoulder. "Nice
move with my discharge papers."
"I was hoping you were gone."
"Not until I get what I came for."
"You arrogant black son-of-a-bitch. I'll never sleep with you."
"You're a black cock loving slut, Jenni Scott, deep down you know it's
true, ya just wont admit it. Go check your email, then meet me
downstairs."
Jenni ducked aside as Ray moved his giant form down the stairs. She
fired up her computer and saw that she had gotten an email from
Blackmanta. What she saw in the email sent a shiver of horror down her
spine. All ten attachments labeled "wish you were here" that she had sent her husband. Pics of her nude, god even a spread pussy shot! If this mess was happening because Mike had shown her pictures around, she'd kill him. She didn't want to rush to judgment though, maybe Ray had accidentally gotten them off Mike's laptop. The message accompanying the pictures was simple: One fuck and these are all yours. Next was written, ‘Turn me down and I'll post them on every slut wife site on the
Net‘. After that was what made her give in. Ray had copied Mike's address folder which contained both their parents, all their friends, and the pastor who married them, email addresses.
"Your answer?" asked Ray, sitting on her couch when she came down the
stairs.
"You'll delete those pictures if I do this?"
"You have my word." Ray had already posted them on several sites and
gotten plenty of email from men telling him how hot his wife was.
"Then I'll do it, but you must where a condom, it's not the safest time
of month for me." In fact, it was her most fertile time of the month.
"Where and when?"
"Here and now, I've been waiting six months to feed my black cock into
that tight little pussy of yours."
"But what about Mike?" As she spoke, the lawnmower started up.
"We have until he's done mowing and you have a nice big yard."
"I'll get you a rubber."
"Hurry."
Jenni ran upstairs to her dresser and retrieved one of Mike's condoms.
She was wearing a skirt and a nice tank top that left an inch of her thin waist exposed. She reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties, anything to speed up the process.
Ray was leaning against the couch, buck naked, black banana cock swaying
down halfway to his knees. She couldn't help being impressed by his
magnificent body, even if he had the personality of a jack ass. "Here's
the rubber."
"Keep it, suck me hard and you can put it on."
Jenni didn't know what she wanted anymore. Did she want to commit
adultery with this jerk? Yet her nipples were hard and her thighs were wet and clammy. Her labia even felt swollen and sensitive in
anticipation. 'Just fuck the cock and not the man, Jenni,' she thought
to herself. "I'm only doing this cause you're blackmailing me."
"Sure, whatever."
Jenni kneeled at his feet, her stomach already growling as she stared at
his sperm-filled balls. His cock had already plumped up and risen a
little. She took the head in her mouth and started sucking. Maybe if she
did a good job, he wouldn't stop her and she'd get by with another blow
job? She bobbed her head rapidly, finding it easier with her hands
unbound. "Enough," said Ray, placing his hand on her forehead and
pushing back. Instead, she grabbed his ass and pushed ten inches of his
cock into her mouth and throat. "I said enough, slut." He pushed her off
him this time, his cock shooting up to point at the ceiling as it was
freed. "Time to push this in your pussy."
"Wait, the condom." Jenni unrolled the condom around Ray's cock head
finding the rubber stopped an inch below the helmet." It looked like it might burst apart at any moment.
Ray laughed. "You poor thing, no wonder you were hungry for a real man's
cock."
Mike was average, but the thickness and length of Ray made the condom
look tiny, like his cock was wearing a shower cap. "Where do you want
me?"
"Lean over the couch so that your pussy's even with my cock." Ray walked
around behind her, ripping the condom off as soon as he was out of her
line of vision. He lifted her skirt, bunching it up over her waist.
Jenni shivered as Ray rested his huge shaft along the crack of her ass.
He was pushing it against her as he lifted her shirt up over her head.
Soon her bra joined her shirt and she was naked for all intense
purposes. "Your going to love my cock."
"Just don't kill me with that thing." Jenni was scared now that it was
actually about to happen, but her body was acting like it couldn't wait.
Her pussy lips had parted from the moisture as if in anticipation of the
fucking she was about to receive. Before spreading her legs, she even
felt a jolt of pleasure between her thighs, suggesting that her clit was
swollen and distended. She had a very sensitive clit, but it usually
required oral stimulation to come out to play.
Ray smacked his hand between her legs and she widened her stance. He
then pushed her back down so that she was completely bent over the
couch, her feet now and inch off the ground, her ass raised higher then
her head. He grabbed her waist and adjusted her some.
Jenni looked up and out the front window. Mike was mowing right under
it. He couldn't see inside do to the sunlight, but she could clearly see her husband just ten feet away completely oblivious to the fact that his
wife was about to get fucked by another man. Jenni watched her husband
sadly as Ray's cock head pressed against her. "Oooh Jeesus," she moaned
as he pressed forward. The head plowed into her, stretching her wider
then she'd ever been. Just when she thought he'd rip her in two, her
pussy closed over the ridged head.
Ray pulled back working his hips as he used her own wetness to lubricate
his cock. The head acted as a plow, making room for the thick shaft.
This was a cock that would fill her completely. A cock so hard and
perfectly streamlined it would torpedo it's way into places no cock was
ever designed to go. This was a cock designed to shoot semen in
dangerous amounts to fill every recess of her womb. She shivered in fear
thankful for the condom, but worried his huge amount of ejaculate would
shoot it right off.
Jenni bit her lower lip as a wave of pleasure shot up her spine. The
head had pushed deeper then Mike's (inferior?) penis ever could. Then
Ray stopped. "Is that it?" she asked. It wasn't so bad, she could take
this.
Ray laughed. He grabbed her arm and pulled her body up so that he could
place her hand on his cock. She gripped at least seven inches of his
shaft still not buried in her. "Oh dear god."
He bent her back down.
The next inch made her pussy spasm. It didn't know what to make of the
invader, but the spasms were pleasurable. Her pussy clamped down over
the shaft, squeezing it tightly as if it feared he would pull out. At
nine inches she could have cum if he had been fucking her, but he was
just slowly pushing it in letting her body get used to it. At ten
inches, she was sweating heavily and her hands were gripping the
material of the sofa so tightly her knuckles were white. At eleven, she
came. Jenni couldn't help it, his cock head just hit a spot that felt so
good her pussy trembled around his dick. He continued to plow forward,
coming to a halt at around twelve inches. Ray pulled back a little then
slammed his cock forward, penetrating a little further, but not much.
"Two inches left," he said. "we'll take care of that next time."
"Ooo oh, there's not gooona bee a aah next tiiime, sooo full." Jenni
wasn't so sure it wouldn‘t happen again. This felt good, real good. Her orgasm had been as big and as good as anything Mike had ever given her and Ray hadn't put anything into it. The thought of what this cock might be capable of scared her. "Oooo, Huuuury Rayeee, Mike's ahh...ahlmost done the front yard. Oh Jeeesus, it's beeg."
"Bitch, I been waiting for this a long time. I'm gonna savor every
fucking minute." With that said, Ray started working his hips. He
started slow at first, just pulling out an inch or so, keeping her full,
but then he started pulling out more.
Jenni was in a state of shock. She felt feverish, dehydrated as if all
the fluid in her body had worked it's way to her pussy to keep Ray's
cock juicy. "Ooo ooo aah aah aaaahhh...cumming." The head kept scraping
that spot and it was driving her mad with pleasure. It was another good
one and the orgasm made her see spots before her eyes. "Oh god, it's so
big," she cried in a deep gasp for air as he pulled all but the very tip
out, then she screamed as he slammed it forwards. "Oooh fuck. Oooh fuck,
it's big." Ray started fucking her with twelve fat inches of cock and
Jenni lost it. "Oooh fuck, ooh fuck meeee, fuck me, gimme that big cock.
I lo.oh..ve.your black cock. Jesus cummming again."
Jenni was wrong about the orgasms, they weren't big, they were small and
they kept getting bigger. Her hips were bucking wanting to push back
into his thrusting cock, but her feet were off the ground. Big orgasms
were coming every five thrusts or so and they seemed to run together
into one long constant orgasm. Jenni briefly heard the lawnmower along
the side of the house before she had a huge orgasm that made her close
her eyes. When she opened them Mike was almost done the back yard.
Ray's thrusts were becoming more powerful, more driven, more erratic. He
was grunting as he pounded her with a cock that felt more alive and
bigger then it had just moments before. He threw something in front of her. Jenni’s eyes widened as she saw the wadded up condom on the floor. Ray bellowed and slammed his cock forwards. "Oh yes," she screamed as a torrent of cum flooded her fertile pussy. It triggered a mind-blowing orgasm that had her crying with pleasure into the couch. One thought dominated her mind before she passed out from the pleasure. 'Give me a baby. Give me a baby.'
*******************
Jenni came to her senses when Mike said, "Well good luck to you."
"Yeah thanks buddy," replied Ray. "Thanks for letting me use your stuff.
Hope I didn't ruin your wife."
"What?"
"Ruin your life, staying here a few days and all."
"Naw buddy, seamen gotta stick together."
Ray was standing in the doorway, duffle bag slung across his shoulder,
blocking Mike's view of her. She pushed herself off the couch, using her
shirt to plug her pussy from leaking all over the floor. Oh god, her
pussy was full of sperm and she was holding it in with her shirt. Her
fears had come true, the condom had shot off or burst. Then Jenni remembered he had thrown it in front of her. It still sat on the floor before the couch. She felt like running over to strangle the big black man, but ran upstairs instead.
*******************
The next day Jenni had to work and strangely, Diane seemed worn out and
was walking with a wide stance again. Jenni got a shock when Ray showed
up to take Diane out to lunch. "What are you doing here?" she asked with
a slightly squeaky voice.
"Oh, I came back to see Diane." Ray smiled at Diane and the plump woman
seemed to melt under his gaze. Diane ran in back to get her purse, Ray
turned to leer at Jenni. "I'm staying a week, but Diane thinks I'm
leaving in the morning. Come over around noon and we'll fuck again."
Jenni felt her pussy spasm when he said that. "I don't think so Ray. You
have to be the biggest asshole I ever met. I hate you."
"But you love my black cock. I ain't through with you yet, Jenni Scott.
I still have the pictures. You'll be my slut the rest of the week or
I'll destroy your life. I'm not going to tell you again...nice seeing
you Jenni". Diane came out and the two left. Diane didn't come back from
lunch.
The next day, shortly after noon, Jenni found herself naked and astride
Ray's crotch as she slid her wet pussy along the length of his rod. She
shivered from the pleasure just rubbing it gave her. He had blackmailed
her into coming to his motel room, but her body couldn't wait to get his
cock in it again. "Please, you have to wear a condom this time," she
begged, moaning. Her hands were gripping Ray's hard chest while his were
on her breasts, squeezing them and twirling her nipples between his
fingers expertly.
"Nope, no rubbers. I'm too big for them anyway. I'll tell you when I'm
getting ready and you can jump off. I'll cum in your mouth instead of your pussy."
"Ok then," she moaned. Suddenly she was hungry and it wasn't for food.
Jenni raised herself up until she was squatting over him. Ray held his
cock up, helping her. Jenni lowered herself, not even realizing she was
smiling from ear to ear from the shear happiness she felt feeling Ray's
cock enter her.
"Mike gotten it up yet?" asked Ray, doing nothing but lie there as she
squirmed around on the end of his cock. "Doesn't matter now anyway," he
said when she didn't answer.
Jenni opened her eyes, the dumb grin fading. "Why?'
"Do you think your pussy will ever be satisfied by his little prick
again?"
"Yes," she lied. Ray was right, her pussy had felt different since the
first time they were together like it was permanently stretched.
For the first time, Jenni realized things would never be the same
between her and her husband again. She felt guilty and sad, tears began
rolling down her cheeks. Still, her hips were rotating around Ray's
cockhead and she was slowly lowering herself over more. She was still
crying when the first orgasm hit. After that nothing else mattered but
getting more of Ray's cock in her.
Jenni had squatted over more then half his cock when she struggled to
get her legs under her, switching from squatting to kneeling. He played
with her breasts while she worked her pussy over his cock. His
magnificent appendage gave her orgasm after orgasm.
"Are you my slut, Jenni Scott?" asked Ray, bucking his hips a little.
"Oh oh oh ah. Ah can't lie and say I don't like it, but I'm not a slut."
She had taken more this time then she had the first. Jenni wondered if
they continued to fuck, would she be able to take his entire cock?
"We'll see," said Ray, bucking his hips harder.
"Jesus! Fuck me, fuck me hard," said Jenni, leaning forward on his chest
and kissing the big black man. Little orgasms were going off like
firecrackers in her crotch building up into a grand finale, a zen like
state of orgasmic bliss that had her screaming loudly. Jenni passed out
with a smile on her face.
When Jenni came too her senses, they were still in the same position and his cock felt even deeper, it felt bigger too. Jenni realized he was about to cum. She sat upright, sliding down further along his shaft. Her hands came up to his rock hard stomach to push herself off him, but she was too weak from the workout and the orgasm. Her legs didn't work. "Ray, stop! Pull out."
"Too late baby," he groaned holding his cock deep in her as another
gallon of his black baby making seed assaulted her womb.
When Jenni awoke, she was lying on the bed with her hips elevated by the
bed's pillows. "I didn't want to get sperm all over my sheets," said Ray
coming out of the bathroom sporting another hard-on. Jenni realized the
pillows were keeping her full of sperm. She struggled to get up, but Ray
got in bed, covering her with his body.
"Ray..." His cock head was pushing between her pussy lips. "Gotta get
up." His cock was sliding into her. "Get your sperm out.." The bed began
squeaking as Ray bucked his hips. Jenni parted her legs, wrapping them
around his hips, her crotch thrusting up into his. Her nails dug into
his back as the orgasms started coming. She kissed his chest
submissively. "Fuck me Ray. Fuck me. Fuck me with that black cock. Fuck
me, master. Fuck your slut. Fuck your slut. I'm cumming." The rest of her cries were muffled as Ray settled his chest over body.
"You're free of me, Jenni Scott, I'll delete the pictures the next time
I'm near a computer."
"What about you?" she asked, finishing dressing.
"I think I will fuck Diane all day tomorrow and then leave for New York.
"Oh." Jenni looked at her watch. She had spent four hours with Ray and
she had only counted on being with him just over an hour. She had sucked
him off once after the second fuck. He was still lying naked on the
disheveled bed and even now looked like he could go again if given the
chance. Mike would be wondering where she was. "I gotta get going."
"Have a nice life."
*****************
"This had better be fucking good," said the voice on the phone. "It's
eight fucking thirty."
"Ray, it's Jenni." Jenni hated herself for calling the black man.
"Yeah, what you want?"
"Mike just drove down to the base to see the base doctor."
"So?"
"He'll be gone at least eight hours."
"Yeah, and?"
"I want you to come over."
"I planned to spend the day with Diane."
"I was hoping you'd rather spend it with me."
"Why do you want me over?"
"I w-want you to fuck me again before you leave."
"I aint wearing a condom."
"I understand."
"And I aint pulling out."
"That's ok, I want you to cum in my pussy."
"Why?"
Jenni swallowed, choking a little as she answered, "Because I'm a slut
for your black cock."
"I'll be right over."
******************
On the morning of her thirtieth birthday, several days after Mike had
returned to the boat. Jenni got up and sat at the computer taking out
her new foot long black dildo. She was horny for Ray's cock and
masturbated to his pictures on her email. Today she reread them.
[Remember when I tied your hands behind you and made you suck me off
using only your mouth? (Yes) Remember fainting from cumming so hard as
you rode my big cock? (she did) I loved crushing you beneath me as I
pounded your pussy into submission (she remembered that too). Remember
when I bent you over the couch and fucked you from behind while your
husband mowed the lawn? (God yes, her first real fuck) Remember how
inadequate your husband's little prick felt after fucking a real man?
(No, Mike still hadn't gotten hard, though the doctor couldn't find
anything wrong with him. Jenni knew her husband was intimidated being
around a real man) Remember when I hooked your ass on black cock after
your pussy was mine? (No, he hadn't done that) You're my black cock slut
Jenni Scott. ("I am your slut," she cried, jamming the dildo into her
hungry pussy) Write me back so we can fuck again. (Would he come back if
she did write?) The picture will remind you what you're missing. Black Manta]
Jenni sent off a quick email after masturbating, begging Ray to come
down for a day, offering to meet him in Jersey. Anything for his cock.
She had just sent the email when the doorbell rang. She pulled on a
robe and answered the door. It was Ray. "Make a wish," he said, holding
up a cupcake with a lit candle in it."
"I just got my wish granted," she replied, pulling him in.
Ray ripped her robe off as she began unbuttoning his shirt. Jenni
stripped his chest, kneeling, frantically trying to get his pants off.
She pulled his underwear down, smiling as she saw the red ribbon tied
around his rising shaft. "There's your present."
"I love it," she said. Ray was such a conceited ass, though it was the
best present she'd ever gotten on her birthday.
"I knew you would. I also got you this."
Jenni took the bottle from him after kissing the tip of his cock.
"Motion lotion?"
"You're gonna need it where I'm going. We got some unfinished business to take care of."
By the end of the day, her ass was hooked on his cock as much as her
pussy, which by the way took his entire shaft for the fist time before
he left for New York.
*****************
Mike got off the boat, impatient to catch a ride home. Jenni had said
she couldn't pick him up and had been acting evasive since the baby
came. He found out why later that day when a friend dropped him off in
Salisbury.
Mike burst into the house, Jenni had her back to him breastfeeding his
son. She turned around a sad look on her face. He looked down and saw
his son's kinky black hair and then the black face. The boy was drinking
gustily from Jenni's milk-laden breast. "There's something I have to
tell you," said Jenni.
Mike was hurt, shocked, stunned, but he forgave his wife. His impotence
returned after he'd been at sea a month. Jenni let him fuck her, but it
was never the same. She did seem to like sucking him off now, though she
always sucked him long after he'd cum as if hungry for more sperm.
Jenni became known around town as a cum junkie. She slept with one black
man after the other in attempt to find one who could fuck like Ray. She
lost count of the number of black men she sucked and fucked. The problem
was they were as unsatisfying as her husband. She kept in touch with Ray
via email and once in awhile one of his black friends would stay the
night with her on their way South. Ray's friends were all hung musclemen
and those were the nights that truly made her happy. Sometimes, if Mike
was on leave, the black man would make him watch. Jenni approved as it
reminded her husband why he never satisfied her anymore. After awhile,
Mike seemed to look forward to the studs sleeping in his house, in his
bed, with his wife.
Those nights were far and few between for Jenni. She fucked a different
normal-sized black man every night, sometimes two or three to better her
odds of finding a hung one. Once she found a black man who'd gotten out
of prison recently and had a killer body from weightlifting every day,
but when he took his pants off his little seven inch dick looked
pathetic sticking out of his muscle body.
She yearned for big cocks constantly and eventually her yearnings turned
towards New York. Ray and his buddies, the interracial porn sites she
belonged too, the interracial magazines she subscribed to all originated in New York.
The next time Mike came home on leave, Jenni was gone.
The End
Author’s Note: If memory serves me correctly, Mike and Jenni are based on real people. They are one of the occasional requests I get to write a story about real people. Mike was in the navy, though I don’t think he was a submariner. I made Mike and Ray submariners to go with the joke in the title. What’s long and hard and full of semen? A submarine.
Well shit. Mike struggling with his pheromone induced attraction to Ray's dick was too hot. First time I ever got horny from a bi situation. I'll give you props for that.
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