The Bride and the Black Bartenders

The Bride and the Black Bartenders

by Stormbringer
Copyright 1999
Revised 2008


Pamela sighed as her fiancé kissed and licked around her big nipples.
She could feel the wetness between her thighs. God, she wanted him
inside her, but she had vowed to wait until they were married and not
for the first time since they had met, she considered breaking that vow.

Pamela was a typical "spoiled" little Southern Belle. She had attended
only the most exclusive private schools and had just graduated fourth in
her class from Princeton. It was at Princeton that she had her first and
only sexual experience. She had been seduced by one of her professors, a
snobbish, uptight, older man whom she had foolishly thought she had
loved. He had slobbered all over her big breasts as he took her
virginity and he ejaculated inside his condom minutes after penetrating
her vagina. It had hurt and not been the least bit enjoyable, but she
had loved him. Days later she had caught him with another student and
she had fled crying from his office. She had vowed never to have sex
again until the "I do's" had been said between her and a man she was
sure loved her and wasn't just after her body.

Michael tried to unbutton her blouse further down past her navel. He had
kissed down her belly to her navel when she stopped him. "Only two more
days stud," she told him as she stared at him seductively. "Then this
Body is all yours."

And what a body it was! Michael had never seen as perfect a figure as
his future wife had.   He had been waiting with her parents when
Pamela had returned from college. Michael Winfield Scott, a descendant
of the general by the same name, had been set up to meet Pamela by their
parents. He hadn't been thrilled with the idea of an arranged date, but
had given in, when he saw a picture of the beautiful young
woman. Michael felt his penis stir in his pants the moment she had
walked into the room.

Pamela had been angry with her parents at first since she was just
getting over the professor, but she had conceded to have dinner with the
dashing young med student. He had quickly charmed her and she had agreed
to another date. They had been dating eight months when he asked her to
marry him.

Michael could swear that his penis hurt, when she stopped him. "Come on
honey, you can't leave me like this," he said despairingly as he stood
up to show her his bulge. "I know you started taking the pill, so why
wait?"

"I want it too, but It's only two days honey," she said. "Then you get
to be the first person to put his bare penis inside me."

Michael knew about the professor and how the experience had hurt her so
much.
Pamela suddenly had a naughty thought, and said,” Wait here." She ran to
the bathroom, put a glob of Vaseline on her hand and returned to her
fiancé. He was still standing there with a curious look on his face when
she sat down facing is crotch. Pamela looked up at Michael seductively
as she slowly unzipped his shorts with her empty hand.

Michael couldn't believe it, Pamela was going to give him a blow job. He
had dreamed about this all year. Some of Michael's cruder friends had
told him she had DSL (dick sucking lips), when they had first seen her.
He watched his fiancé take out his penis and began stroking it with her
Vaseline covered hand. He was disappointed when he realized all she was
doing was jacking him off, but he started enjoying the sensations.
Anyway, this was a step in the right direction.



He smiled at the thought of breaking in this practically virginal woman.
He had fucked around with lots of women and fantasized about all the new
experiences he could teach his fiancé. He smiled down at the expression
on her face, it was a cross between disgust and fascination. His mind
kept screaming SUCK IT, SUCK IT. Yeah baby, get to know the cock that
you’re going to worship with your mouth. The cock that's going to give you
your first orgasm. The cock that's going to fuck your hot ass. Yeah,
that tight pussy is all mine. This was the farthest and the kinkiest he had ever gotten
Pamela and the excitement caused him to shoot his load after a few
minutes.

Pamela found jacking off Michael to be disgusting, but she had never
gotten this close a look at a penis before. She had briefly seen the
professor's penis, nearly hidden by his paunch and she hadn't been all
that impressed. Michael's was bigger, just over six inches she guessed
and slightly thicker. It was beautiful, erotic in a way, as it jumped
beneath her stroking hands all shiny with Vaseline. It twitched and
Pamela jumped back as a strand of semen flew out of the flared head of
his cock, it was quickly followed by a couple of smaller gobs. Yuck, she
thought as she ran to clean up. Michael yelled through the bathroom door
that he'd meet her out on the beach.

Her parents had rented out an old Colonial era inn for the wedding. It
sat right on the beach. Tonight and tomorrow wedding guests would be
staying there until the reception downstairs. Then everyone, including
the owners were leaving so that the newly married couple would have the
large house all to themselves.

Pamela slipped on one of her more daring bikinis. The cups were small
and revealed a lot of her breasts out the bottoms and sides. The panties
barely covered her firm behind and it was a leopard-skin pattern that
made her feel like a wild animal. She wouldn't have dared wear the
bikini in front of her parents and the other guests, but most wouldn't
be arriving until tomorrow night. She liked what she saw in the bathroom
mirror. "Make way for Pamela, Queen of the jungle," she said.
"Reorrwrrr."



She threw a towel over her shoulder and walked down the steps. She
turned the corner towards the beach exit and nearly got knocked down as
she bumped into chest of a large man. He grabbed her and held her
steady. She found herself completely engulfed within his arms and was
staring at a large barrel chest. When he started caressing her sides,
she looked up at a large handsome black face staring down at her. She
jumped back angrily.

"Well, well," he chuckled. "The jungle Queen isn't ready to submit to
the strong Nubian warrior before her." He then added "Yet."

Pamela noticed another large black man watching them from the corner of
the room. She had never been around a lot of black people, nor had
anyone ever spoken to her like that before. She was suddenly very
conscious of her near nudity and felt intimidated and a little
frightened.

"Y..you just keep your hands off me," she managed to stutter. "Get out
of my way."

The man she had bumped into, held his hands up in a gesture of
submission and motioned for her to pass. She angrily stomped past the
two black men and out the door towards the beach.

Will and Mark smiled at each other as they watched the angry woman
marching down to the beach. Their tongues were practically hanging out
of their mouths as they watched her ass shake as she walked over the
sand.

"Bro, that had to have been the hottest piece of white ass, I ever seen,”
said Mark in awe.

He was the bigger of the two at 6'6" to Will's 6'3". The two men worked
as bartenders at a male strip bar, usually wearing nothing but bow ties
and tight briefs to show off their abnormally large bulges. They both
were weight lifters and had fucked many a married white woman from both
the gym and the bar. They had taken the bartending job at the reception
because Pamela's father was offering $500 cash for three hours work.

"You gonna fuck her?" asked Will.

"Yeah, I think I am," said Mark confidently. "How 'bout you?"

"I don't think we can." answered Will

"Why Not?" asked Mark

"Cause here comes her husband." answered Mark as he pointed towards the
beach.

Michael was furious, Pam had been a nervous wreck as she told him of her
encounter with the black men and he wanted to know what a couple black
guys were doing at their inn. He burst into the room and slammed the
door.


"Which one of you "boys" touched my fiancé." screamed Michael angrily.
He stopped when he saw the size of the two men standing before him. They
actually seemed amused at his indignation.

"It was an accident, Suh" said Mark in his most subservient voice. "Yo
Missus, jus bumped inta me and I caught her."

"What are you boys doing here anyways?" asked Michael a little more
confidant now with their submissive behavior.

"Sorry Mistuh," Will chimed in. "We just be here settin up the bar fo
duh recepcion.

Stupid Negroes with their bad English, thought Michael. No wonder they
never amount to anything.  "You just keep your dirty black hands off my
fiancé," he said, "or I'll find another couple of bartenders for my
wedding."  Michael saw their eyes narrow at that comment and sensing he
had gone too far he backed off and returned to his wife.

Mark and Will cracked up laughing as they watched the man fleeing down
the beach.  "Settin up da bar fo the recepsion," Mark laughed clapping
his friend on the back. "That was classic."  "You weren't so bad
yourself, bro" said Will. "So that hot bitch is marrying that asshole."
he nodded out the window.  Pamela was modeling her bikini for her
husband.

Mark watched as she did a little pirouette before her husband a couple
hundred feet from the Inn. He remembered the way she felt in his arms
when she had bumped into him. He had grabbed her up by her breasts and
slowly moved his hands down over her full hips. His cock stirred as he
watched her out on the beach. Doubtless that little prick was bragging
about how he had put the two "boys" in their place.

"Well, there goes all hope of fucking that bitch," sighed Will.

"I don't think so bro," said Mark still staring at the bride-to-be.

"I don't care how hot you think you are, Mark, you can't fuck no woman
just when she's getting married," argued Will. "A few years from now,
sure, no problem."

"Remember our little trip to Mexico?" Mark asked.

"Yeah so," replied Will a little perplexed.

"I picked up some knock out drops, when we were there," Mark told him, a
big smile on his face.

‘Ah, the date rape drug,’  thought Will. "So we beat up his white ass and
drug his wife," he said. "Not me, that's rape."


"I ain't never had to rape no woman and I'm not going to start now."
said Mark a little indignantly. "Here's what I had in mind...."

Will nodded as Mark filled him in on the plan. It just might work he
thought.

******************

Mark and Will were busy mixing drinks for all the guests at the
reception. It was what they called the post-wedding rush, when all the
bored guests filed out of the church and headed straight to the bar.
Mark was at the drink station inside, in the dining area and Will was stationed
outside on the large deck that ran around the Inn overlooking the beach.
 
People were talking about what a handsome couple, the bride and groom
were, when Will overheard someone say, that the newlyweds had the big
old inn all to themselves this evening. His ears perked up at that, and
the first chance he got he ran inside to tell Mark.  Mark had heard the
news already, and said "That's perfect, we'll sneak back after
everyone’s gone and if we get caught, we'll just say we were picking up
some of our things."

They were interrupted by someone announcing, "Ladies and gentleman, may
I present Mr. and Mrs. Michael Winfield Scott."

Michael entered the room looking all handsome and dapper in his black
tuxedo, but all eyes were on Pamela as she entered behind him. She was
absolutely stunning in her long white wedding gown. It hugged her lean
figure perfectly and it had a plunging neckline that showed off a nice
amount of cleavage. There was a spattering of applause and Mark felt his
cock become fully erect at the sight of the blushing bride. He had
always found white lace to be very sexy and he shifted the cock in his
pants to get more comfortable.

There was another rush for drinks and Will returned outside to his bar.
Mark and Will were busy serving drinks the rest of the reception and
during the buffet dinner out on the deck.  Mark tried to catch the
brides eye all afternoon, but she wouldn't have anything to do with him.
Her husband kept getting her drinks and they both appeared to be getting
a little drunk.

"You want a refill Mrs. Scott," Michael asked his wife as she finished
her wine.  "Why Mr. Scott, are you trying to get me drunk?" she replied.
"I think its a pretty safe bet that you’re going to get laid tonight."
They laughed and kissed each other.

Actually, Michael was trying to get her drunk. He wanted her to loosen
up so that tonight he could pretty much do as he pleased with her body.
Michael felt a little light headed himself and figured he should slow
down on the booze himself. Motioning for some friends to join him. He
headed over to the big black guy’s bar.


"Well, well, Don't you look good all dressed up in those fancy duds,
boy" Michael said.

"What'll it be Mr. Scott?" Mark replied, his patience was almost at
the breaking point.  The jerk had been making snide comments to him all
afternoon and they had gotten worse the more he had drank. Mark noticed
a couple of big guys standing behind the groom. The wimp actually
brought some of his frat brothers to back him up, he thought.

"Just one glass of wine, I think I had enough this evening," he slurred,
then turned to his buddies. "I don't want to miss out on anything
tonight". His buddies grinned and clapped him on the back.  

Shit, thought Mark, I missed my chance. He listened to the rich white
boys banter back and forth. He swore he heard them say that the bride
and groom hadn't had sex yet. He looked over at the bride getting her
picture taken with the guests. How can anyone be around that sexy bitch
and not fuck her? He had already picked up on the fact that they had
started dating over a year ago. Mark grinned, she must be ready to
explode in frustration without having sex for over a year. He handed
over the glass of wine.

"You boys, just be sure not to steal anything you hear," warned Michael.

"We're not going to steal nothing, suh" replied Mark demurely. Nothing
but your wife that is.

Mark watched the groom take the wine over to his wife. He was thinking
they might have to drug her after all, when Will came in from outside.
Mark informed him that the plan was in jeopardy because the groom wasn't
drinking anymore, he also filled his buddy in on the conversations he
had overheard.

"We got one more chance," Will reminded him.

********************

"May I have your attention everyone," said the DJ. "Please gather around
for the champagne toast."

Michael looked around for a drink and saw the large black bartender
standing before him holding two glasses of champagne. The bartender was
showing them the proper respect as he handed a glass to his wife with a
little bow, and then one to him with a grin on his black face.

Michael was staring into his beautiful wife’s eyes, imagining all the
things he was going to teach this inexperienced young woman tonight and
over the rest of their lives. He had wasted a years worth of sex waiting
for this day. Well, there had been a couple of other women, but Pamela was
going to pay for every minute she‘d made him wait. He missed
most of his brother's speech as he fantasized about tonight. He caught
the usual B.S. found true love, happiness, eternity, blah, blah, joke, blah, blah. The
large wedding party, cheered for the couple as they downed their
champagne.


Michael frowned a little, at the taste of his. His father- in -law must
have skimped on the good stuff, he thought.

****************

Michael pecked at some of the left over food as Pamela hugged her
parents goodbye. The caterers were returning in the morning to clean up
everything so that the couple might get something to eat if they got
hungry later on. Michael was a lot drunker then he had planned on and he
stifled a yawn. This past week had really worn him out.

Pamela waved to her parents and shut the door with a sigh. "Finally
we're alone" she said as she walked into her husband’s arms. She felt his
penis harden in his pants and playfully gave it a little squeeze.
Michael bent over and lifted her into his arms and with a groan he
struggled to carry her up the stairs. He entered the honeymoon room and
dropped her on the bed, breathing heavily. He began to undress as she
watched.

"Wait, honey," she said in excitement. "I have a surprise for you."
Pamela lifted up her long gown and ran out to the room she had spent her
last night as a single woman in. She stood before the mirror and
unzipped the back of her dress. She struggled out of the dress and
looked at herself in the mirror. She wore a small lacy white bra that
pushed her large breasts up and revealed the tops of her half dollar
sized nipples. Just under her navel she wore a white garter belt that
supported her white nylons. Her panties were see through and revealed
her well trimmed bush. She ran a hand down her belly and into her
panties, she was already wet with anticipation. Then clad only in her
lingerie and heels, she walked back to her and Michael’s room.

Mark and Will were hiding behind the outdoor hot tub, just off the
beach. They had left the inn, parked their van around the next block and
 hurried back down the beach. The only light on in the old inn was
upstairs in the bride and groom’s room. They snuck up onto the deck and
entered through the large sliding glass door, which Will had made sure
was unlocked earlier. Mark had a flashlight and he shined it
before them as they crept through the dining area towards the steps.

Pamela walked down the dark hall to their room, She opened the door and
stood before her husband. "See anything you like," she purred.  He
didn't respond. Michael had stripped to his boxers and was lying on the
bed fast asleep.  That insensitive bastard! she thought. What kind of a
man passes out on his wedding night?  

She climbed up on bed and throwing one nylon clad leg over his body, she
straddled her husband. Pamela began rubbing her crotch against his
moaning. "Please honey, wake up, I need it so bad," she sighed as she
tried to shake him awake to no avail. Angrily she dismounted and stormed
out of the room.


Mark and Will we're about to climb the stairs when the hallway light on
the second floor turned on. They scrambled for cover, and hid under one of
the dining room tables. They heard the click, click of high heels coming
down the stairs and peeked out.

Mark couldn't believe his eyes at the vision that presented itself before
him. He looked up the stairs at her white high heel then he let his eyes
travel up her fit lean legs to her panties and garters. He slowly
unzipped his pants and pulling out his 12" cock, he began stroking it as
his gaze traveled up her flat stomach to the breasts that were way too
large for someone so thin. He hadn't gotten the leopard bikini out of
his mind for two days and, the slut-bride look was about to put him over
the edge. Her blonde hair was still done up so that she looked every bit
the conservative, elegant woman from the neck up, but from the neck down
she had a body built for big cock.

Will looked down at his buddies foot-long monster, "Watch where you
point that thing," he whispered.  When they had first met, Will had been
a little intimidated by the size of his friends cock, he had always been
proud of his own 9" rod and he wasn't used to being outdone in the cock
department. The feeling of intimidation had turned to sympathy when he
realized that none of the women they had fucked had been able to take
all twelve inches. Most even found his own monster a little uncomfortable at
first. They always came back for more though.

They watched the sexy bride, walk around picking at leftovers. She was
sobbing a little in frustration when she fixed herself a drink. They
heard her mutter to herself, "I can't believe how horny I am. That
bastard," They grinned at each other as she walked past their hiding
spot and into the living room.  Pamela sat down on the couch and turned
the TV on. Her state of arousal overwhelmed the horny woman and she
found herself rubbing her clit as she sat there.

Will had to physically restrain Mark as the larger man was practically
ready to attack her right there. "Don't fuck up the plan," he whispered.
Mark calmed down and they slipped quietly up the stairs. Mark and Will
quietly pushed open the door to the honeymoon suite. Will fumbled around
for the light switch, found it, and flipped it on. The two black men
smiled at each other when they saw Michael snoring contentedly on the
bed.  Mark easily threw the comatose man over his shoulder and left the
room, while Will began stripping. Mark roughly dropped Michael on the
floor in another room and returned to Will. Will was lying on the bed
naked stroking his cock to erection.

"Alright, I'll keep watch," said Mark as he unscrewed the light bulb
until it went out.  "Loosen her up for me buddy."

"I'll do my best," said Will as Mark left the room.

Pamela had been rubbing her clit hard for ten minutes. Finally, in
frustration, she gave up. The more she thought about Michael the more
pissed off she got. She wanted to feel his large penis inside her. She
wanted to experience an orgasm. How could he do this to her? Pamela got
up and headed back upstairs.


Mark was watching at the top of the stairs. He saw her coming and ran to
another room tapping Will's door quietly as he passed.

Pamela entered her room and flipped the light switch. CLICK, nothing
happened and the room remained pitch black. The light bulb like her
husband was burnt-out, she reasoned. She sat down on the bed and was
removing her heels when a strong hand closed around her arm, startling
her.  "Michael you bastard, how dare you fall asleep on me," she yelled
at him.  Michael didn't say anything, he just took her hand and put it
on his penis. Her fingers closed around it automatically and she began
stroking it like she had done the other night.

The darkness must have been playing tricks on her because it felt a lot
bigger and a lot thicker. The monster was as hard as a rock. She pushed
her husband down on his back and straddled him. Pamela began rubbing his
penis along her soaking wet panty covered crotch.  Will could barely
contain himself. He wanted nothing more at that moment then to rip off
those panties and fuck her hard. His senses seemed more acute in the
dark and his mind easily pictured the elegant looking woman in the
slutty lingerie straddling him.

Pamela sat up long enough to pull her panties off and she quickly
straddled her husband again. She could feel his long penis twitching
between her legs as she unhooked her bra. She wanted to remove the
garters and stockings also, but he couldn't wait any longer. The horny
young bride sat up and inserted the large head of her husband's penis
into her vagina. “Finally,” she moaned a she lowered herself down slowly on it. It
did feel a lot bigger then it had looked the other day. She figured he must not
have been fully erect when she had jerked him off. She had
taken about half of his fat penis when it started to hurt a little and
she paused.

Will was in shock. Never had he felt a pussy as tight and as hot as this
horny bitch's. She had practically jumped on his cock in an effort to
get it inside of her. He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands,
feeling their weight and how firm they were. He grabbed her nipples and
began squeezing them between his thumbs and forefingers.

The discomfort was being replaced by waves of pleasure and Pamela
lowered herself a few more inches. Michael was squeezing her nipples a
lot more roughly then he had in the past and she found she liked the
sensations. She moaned in pleasure as he pinched them hard. Pamela
estimated there was about two inches to go until she was fully impaled
and she decided to go for it. She dropped down the remaining inches and
gasped as his penis penetrated her fully. The big cock head even seemed to press against her cervix.

"Oh Michael, I love how your penis feels inside me," she cried as she
collapsed on his hard chest. "Promise me we'll do this every night."
Pamela caressed her husbands firm chest. Michael’s muscles seemed more
pronounced in the dark then they had appeared on the beach. Here was a
strong man that could protect her and someday give her many children.

"Michael, your the only man to ever have his naked penis inside me." She
moaned as she slowly slid up and down his hard rod.  Will's eyebrows shot
up when she said that. So, she had never been fucked by an unprotected
cock.

She leaned down to kiss him and he grabbed her ass with his hands as
they tentatively felt each other’s tongues. He held her tightly and
rolled over.  Pamela gasped as the full weight of her husbands body
seemed to crush her. He started kissing down her neck and started
licking around her nipples. She ran her hands up his strong muscular
back and grabbed his hair moaning as he bit one of her nipples. His hair
must have been really mussed, because it felt kind of kinky. He roughly
pulled her hands off his hair and had her grab onto the rails of the
bed, causing her breasts to thrust out as her back was arched. She felt
like a doll in his strong arms and found she liked the feeling of being
used for his pleasure.

Will kept his cock in her as he sat up kneeling. He held her knees in
his arms and began fucking her hard. He was very impressed with her. She
had taken all nine inches of his cock with little difficulty. He wished
he could see her hot body as he rammed her with his cock. He imagined
her big breasts shaking as he pumped her and he could picture her belly
having convolutions with each thrust of his cock. He was fucking her
with all nine inches repeatedly, when she started screaming in pleasure.
"Oh my god, oh my god, Michael" she screamed. "It's happening, I’m
Cummmmming!"

Will smiled as the girl thrashed about in the throes of her first orgasm
beneath the relentless pounding he was giving her. He was getting close
and his rhythm was starting to suffer. He jerked a couple of times and
then grunted as his cum erupted from his cock.  Pamela felt his hot seed
spray the insides of her vagina and moaned as another orgasm exploded
from her body. His penis sprayed what had felt like a gallon of semen
inside her before he pulled it out and she felt another glob land on her
belly. She felt empty without him inside her. Her husband had collapsed
panting beside her and she snuggled into his arms.  "Oh Michael, I never
imagined sex could be that good," she sighed contentedly. "I love you."
Instead of answering he just leaned over and kissed her on the lips.
Pamela felt his sperm leaking from her vagina and whispered that she'd
be right back and yelped as he smacked her ass playfully."

Mark had turned on the light, to investigate the room he was hiding in.
He knew from previous experience that he had about an hour until his
friend was done breaking in the pretty young bride. Michael was still
snoring on the floor a dumb look on his face. Mark looked around and
realized this must have been Pamela's room by all the woman’s clothing
strewn about. He noticed the leopard print bikini lying on a drawer and
picked it up. He lifted the panties up to his nose and sniffed. Mark had
turned out the light and was running the bikini panties up and down his
massive shaft as he pictured the bikini clad girl he had seen two days
ago.

He heard the door to the honeymoon suite open and watched as Pamela ran
to the bathroom. She seemed to be so happy, and she was glowing as she
ran by him clad only in her garters and nylons. He crept out as she went
into the bathroom. She hadn't closed the door completely and he peered
through the crack. He could see her reflection in the mirror, and she
was bent over with a tissue cleaning up Will's large deposit of semen
from her pussy. As he watched the beautiful woman scooped up a large
glob of semen off her belly with her finger tip. She seemed to study it
for a bit and then plopped it into her mouth. Mark’s foot long cock was
pointing right at the unsuspecting girl and it seemed to be pulling him
towards her as Mark watched Pamela lick up his buddies sperm. If she
wants to taste sperm, he'll let her taste sperm, thought Mark. She sat
down on the toilet and began removing her stockings as she urinated.
Mark headed to her room. He met Will at the doorway and Will gave him
the thumbs up as he headed down the stairs for some food.

Mark heard Pamela leave the bathroom and head back down the hall. He
grabbed her and held her in his arms when she entered the room. She
hugged him back, a moment before he put his hands on her shoulders and
pushed her down. She resisted at first then dropped to her knees before
his massive cock.

Pamela sighed in her husbands strong arms. She felt his once more erect
penis, rubbing against her leg. His big hands were forcing her to her
knees and she gave in and dropped down. She could sense his giant penis
swaying before her face in the darkness, like a wild animal waiting to
pounce. Michael's large hands grabbed the sides of her head and began
pulling her forward. "Michael, no, I'm not going to do this," she said
firmly.

His hands kept pulling her forward, they were so strong, they felt like
they could crush her if she resisted. "Michael, please don't, it's
disgusting." she pleaded again.

He relentlessly pulled her forward so that the fat head of his
large penis was pushing at her lips. Her heart was beating rapidly and
she could feel the wetness dripping from her legs. She loved the feeling
of being helpless and forced to serve her husband's every need. She had
no idea Michael was this strong and dominant and she knew that she would
be a satisfied woman for the rest of her life. She relented and opened
her mouth to the monster trying to get inside. She took the fat head in
her mouth and sucked on it for awhile. Pamela removed it from her mouth
and began to lick all around the tip of his penis, then down the sides.
She licked over a large vein on the underside and felt his pulse with
her lips. Her husband had seemed to grow in size when she had submitted
to him and now his body and his penis seemed absolutely gigantic. She
couldn't believe that she had taken all that monster inside of her and
felt proud that she had. She was new at pleasing a man in this fashion
and Michael's hands helped her as they guided her face all over his
large penis. His hands had her taking about six inches down her throat.
He was pumping her face when she removed it gasping for air.

"Oh Michael, your so big and forceful. I love you. I love your big penis," She stuttered out as
she breathed heavily.


He pulled her back down on him and she began sucking again. Her mouth
was so full of his penis that it clogged her ears and she barely heard
him grunt out, "Call it a cock,"

She felt so slutty as she worshipped his monster "cock". She relaxed her
throat muscles and was able to get another inch and a half inside. She
had been bobbing her head up and down for about 15 minutes when she felt
his penis swell up. It grew so big that she thought her jaw would break
as the big head swelled up and began releasing his load.

It reminded her of a time at college when she had shot gunned a beer. At
first the beer had poured smoothly down her throat, then she had gagged
and the overflow had spilled out of her mouth.

His hot semen filled her belly, then her mouth until it was pouring out
the sides of her mouth and spilling down her chin. His
cock jumped again and another stream filled her mouth. She liked the
taste and hoped that in the future, she'd be able to swallow all of it.
She removed her mouth from the head of his cock and was caught by
surprise when another stream hit her in the face. She kissed his big
head worshipfully.

Mark was  surprised by Pamela's cock sucking ability. What she had
lacked in skill she had made up for with enthusiasm. He needed a few
minutes to recharge and he picked his new cock-slut up and roughly
pushed her onto the bed so that her legs were dangling off the edge.

Pamela was caught off guard, as her husband tossed her onto the
bed. Was he trying to make up for a years worth of lost sex in one
night? She felt her legs pulled aside and his faced pressed against her
vagina. Before she even had time to protest, Michael was thrusting his
tongue in and out of her vagina. No, not her vagina, her pussy, he was
thrusting his tongue in and out of her pussy. And it felt incredible!
Her friends at school had told her about this and she had called them
sluts and had stormed off to their laughter. Her belly was undulating
uncontrollably and she was throwing her head back and forth when the
third orgasm of her life erupted from the depths of her body.

Mark had been tugging on his cock as he ate her, and it was rock hard
again by the time she orgasmed in his face. He stood and flipped the
near comatose woman over onto her stomach. He pulled up her hips so that
her pussy was level with his cock as he stood on the side of the bed.
Her head was buried in the blankets and she moaned when he pushed the
head between her vagina lips. "Oh Michael, please fuck me again," she
screamed. "fuck meeee with that big cock."

Mark had pushed about eight inches into her before he met resistance.
Will had done a good job stretching her out. He pushed in another inch
and heard her moan in pleasure. her pussy was so tight and hot it was
milking his cock, trying to pull it in deeper. He was surprised that
she was thrusting her ass back into him like she wanted more. He was
fucking her hard with nine inches now and decided to slip in another,
She screamed in orgasm when he reached ten inches. Out of the hundreds of
woman he had fucked, none had been able to take more then ten inches of
his cock and most found ten uncomfortable. Mark knew instinctively that
here was the bitch who could take it all. Will’s cum had softened
up her cervix and with a powerful push, he fed another inch past her
cervix and into her womb. She screamed in pain at the eleven inch mark.

"Nooo Michael it hurts," she sobbed

Mark could hear her crying. He needed to take her mind off her pussy for
a minute. He put two of his big fingers in his mouth to wet them and
started working one around her anus. Pamela was shocked when she
realized what her husband was doing. Her pussy still ached from the
relentless pounding of his insatiable monster cock and now he was working a
finger into her ass.

"No M..ichael, d.. on't" she stuttered out, and cried "Aaaghh" as his
finger pushed in deep. Pamela forgot about the pain in her pussy as it
was replaced by the pain from the finger in her ass. Mark worked his
other finger inside her ass, causing her to scream again. He knew Will
would want a crack at her ass later and he was helping stretch her out
as both his fingers combined were about the size of a white boys penis.
She seemed adequately distracted now and he fed her all twelve inches of
his fat cock. She didn't scream this time, just moaned and he felt the
sheets slide up the bed as she must have been gripping them tightly.

Will had been wandering around downstairs. He fixed himself a drink and
then walked outside, still naked, to get a breath of fresh air. He
walked by the hot tub and decided to fire it up for later. He finished
with the hot tub and walked inside. In the living room he looked up in
surprise, he could hear the bed upstairs jumping every time his friend
fed Pamela his cock. His own cock stirred as he imagined the fucking the
white girl was getting from Mark. She'd never go back to white dick
after this night. He sensed Mark was close to finishing and worked his
way upstairs.

The pain was a fading memory and was quickly being overshadowed by waves
of pleasure. Pamela thought that she had died and gone to heaven or
maybe hell and the devil himself had decided to make her his fuck toy.
That was it, only the devil could have a cock this large, no two cocks,
one fucking her ass and one fucking her pussy.  

She was now a complete slut for his cock. Her husband had invaded every
orifice in her body and she would willingly submit to his every desire
from now on. She wanted to scream for him to never stop fucking her, she
wanted to tell him how much she loved his big cock, she wanted to tell
him she loved having his dick in her mouth and that she loved the taste
of his semen, but all she could get out was a long moan.

She felt it getting closer now. It had started deep in her body the
minute the pain had gone. She was about to have the mother of all
orgasms and the intensity of her feelings frightened her. Mark heard
Will come into the room and pat him on the back. He grunted in reply.

"I'm going to c..cum, M..m.aster" she screamed.

Will reached over and screwed the light bulb back in until the light
flickered on. Pamela buried her head in the blankets until her eyes got
used to the light.

"I'm going to c..um all over your b..big c..cock again." she loudly
moaned as she got up on her hands and knees thrusting back into him
hard. Pamela could feel the waves of pleasure spreading out through her
body and she turned to smile at her husband. The first thing she saw was
a giant naked black man standing by the lamp, grinning at her. The image
seemed somehow surreal and she turned to look at Michael. Her eyes
opened wide in horror at the sight of the black giant fucking her. Sweat
was pouring down his face and his massive muscles were rippling on his
chest. His eyes were closed in concentration and he bellowed as he
sprayed his load into her pussy. His cum hit places she didn't know she
had and the feeling put her over the edge as the super orgasm erupted
from her body. She let out a scream so loud that the other black man
covered his ears with his hands. Pamela's eyes rolled up in her head and
she passed out from the pleasure.

Will looked over at the collapsed woman. She was covered in dried sperm
around her mouth and chest. Her pussy was gaping wide and fresh sperm was
pouring out in waves. It made her look even more beautiful.

"I've never seen anything like that in my life," Will said in awe.
Mark's eyes were still closed and he just grunted as he gasped for air.
The sweat glistened off his heaving chest. "Hey buddy, you look a sight,
I fired up the hot tub. Lets go soak" Will said. Mark opened his eyes
and grinned at his friend. He threw the comatose Pamela over his
shoulder and they headed out the door.

"She took it all Will," said Mark still in a state of shock.

Will just shook his head. He was as surprised as Mark. "Just what was
all that "Master" shit about?" he asked.

"I don't know," replied Mark swelling up with pride, "but I liked it."
They made it downstairs and Will went to mix them some drinks. Mark
climbed the ladder to the hot tub and sat Pamela down. He lowered
himself in and sighed with pleasure as the heat penetrated through to
his joints. Will soon joined him and they were laughing as they
exchanged stories about the evening. They heard Pamela stirring.

She awoke form a fantastic dream. She was at her wedding, but instead of
a wedding gown she was wearing her leopard print bikini as she married
Michael. Then after they has said their "I do's" and kissed, she hurried
through the crowd towards the beach. Only to bump into the arms of a
giant black African warrior. The Black man had told her, "Now my jungle
queen, you are ready to submit to the Nubian warrior." He had forced her
to her knees and she was surprised to see that he had two cocks, one was
a beautiful shiny foot long black monster, and the one above it was
white, half the size of the black one and it was covered in Vaseline.
"Choose" he had demanded and she had began sucking on the black cock as
her parents, husband, and all the wedding guests applauded in the
background.


Pamela opened her eyes and lazily looked around the tub she was soaking
in. She jumped in shock when she saw the black men staring at her
intently. Tears burst from her eyes as she struggled towards the ladder.
"No, no, this can't be happening," she cried in agony when two strong
hands grabbed her ankles and pulled her back into the tub. They sat her
up and sandwiched her between their two strong bodies. Her nipples were
right at the water level and the fear and the heat had caused them to
become erect. The two black men began playing with her breasts as she
sat there crying and feeling helpless. She felt herself becoming aroused
again as they explored her body.

The bigger black man on her right, she now recognized him as the
bartender from her wedding, looked so handsome, so different from the
intense animal she had seen fucking her a short time ago. She shivered
at the memory of the massive orgasm his monster cock had given her. The
size differences, the kinky hair, and the hard chests, they all made
sense now.

"W..what have you done with my husband?" she asked.

They just grinned at her and filled her in on the whole sordid story. At
least Michael was alright, she thought and she smiled when they told her
that her husband never had to know about her infidelity and that she now
knew how to please him better. They were both rubbing her legs and one
had slipped a finger into her pussy causing her to sigh with pleasure.
She could see the fat heads of their giant cocks, hard again, and
bobbing in the water.

"P.please stand up," she begged. "I want to see you."

Mark and Will grinned at each other and stood up.

Pamela gazed in awe, as the water cascaded down the two perfect bodies
before her. Every muscle in their bodies was well defined from their
necks to their washboard abs and the monster cocks jutting out before
them. She examined Will's cock first. It was a beautiful black cucumber
that stood out about nine inches. This wonderful thing had given her,
her first orgasm. "Thank you," she said and she kissed the head of his
cock.

She then turned her attention to Mark's cock. She still didn't know how
she had gotten that shiny black monster all the way inside her. As if he
could read her mind, Mark said, "No bitch has ever taken it all before
you did." She flushed with pride at the compliment as she stared at the
black beauty dangling before her eyes. This thing had taken control of
her body and mind. It had changed the way she thought about sex and
about herself. She thought of herself as a cock-slut now. Just a tool to
serve the needs of any dominant male. This was the thing that she had
submitted to completely. "Master," she said out loud just before she
started slurping on it lovingly.


Will looked at his friend in surprise as the beautiful white woman
worshipped his cock. Mark looked down at his slave. "Bitch, our drinks
are empty." She looked up startled, then scrambled to go fix them some
drinks. "And go put that jungle bikini on for me," Mark yelled down at
her.

She fixed them all some drinks and ran upstairs to throw her bikini on.
She looked at herself in the mirror of the bathroom. She was a mess and
quickly cleaned herself off and touched up her make up. Pamela looked at
the bikini and folded the bra edges inwards a little making it even
smaller. She then pulled the back of her panties up into her ass, making
it look like a thong. She wanted to please these two black gods, so that
they'd fuck her again. She paused and looked in on Michael, still lying
on the floor. She kissed him on the forehead. "I'm sorry honey," she
said.” Everything will be back to normal in a few hours, and I've learned
a lot about how to please you."

She hurried downstairs, grabbed the drinks and handed them up to Will
and Mark. "Good, now go get us something to eat," Mark ordered her
again. It felt good to please her men as she fixed them up some platters
of leftovers.

They had her stand in the center of the hot tub and model her bikini for
them, while they ate. Mark told her to suck on Wills cock and she
squealed with delight as she dropped down to her knees and plopped his
cock into her mouth. Pamela sucked on him for a while and then sat up
and nestled his long cock between her breasts and began squeezing them
around his shaft. He sighed  when she put the head into her mouth and
bean sucking on it contentedly as she ran her tits up and down his
shaft.

"Enough," ordered Mark. "Come here."

Pamela let out a sigh of despair when she released Will's cock. She
really wanted to have him cum in her mouth. Her disappointment was
quickly replaced with pleasure when Mark pulled her down onto his fat
cock again. He groaned as he slid into her. She took all 12" easily this
time and she moaned as she rode up and down his shaft. Mark grabbed her
ass with his hands and held her still. Her anus was right at the water
level and filled with water as he pulled her cheeks apart. Mark looked
over her shoulder at Will invitingly.


Will positioned his cock head on her rosebud and pushed in. She was
still stretched out and the wetness helped her take most of his cock all
the way inside her ass before she started squirming in pain. Pamela had
never felt so full in her life. She ignored the pain and started
concentrating on pleasing the men. Soon she was screaming as another
orgasm permeated her body. "Fuck my ass, fuck my pussy, never stop
fucking meee," she screamed in pleasure.


The orgasms just kept coming like a rapid series of machine gun bursts
and she felt like she was going to pass out again. "Ooooh, you guys are
good at this," she moaned.


"We've had plenty of practice," Mark grunted in
her ear. Their rhythm was perfect as she rode their cocks. They had been
fucking her like this for about half an hour when she felt them cum
again, filling her pussy and ass. Their orgasms triggered another big
one and she passed out again from the pleasure.

*****************

She awoke the next morning in her bed. Michael was stirring next to her.
Briefly she thought it had all been a dream, but her whole body was sore
as she stretched and the sheet was wet from where all their semen had
leaked out of her ass and pussy.

"W..what happened," groaned Michael as he held his head.

He couldn't remember a thing. His wife would be furious at him for
passing out on her. He glanced over at Pamela and he saw the red marks
all over her gorgeous body and the dried sperm crusted on her mouth and
crotch area. He must of really fucked the shit out of her. He smiled she
was absolutely stunning and seemed to be glowing with an inner beauty.
His six inch cock was the hardest its ever been as he looked at her.
"How was it," he asked.

Startled, she looked over at her husband. "It was better then I ever
imagined it could be," she replied. He swelled up with pride at the
compliment and heard her moan with pleasure as he pulled her on top of
him for round two. His penis slid in easily. He was surprised and
disappointed at her looseness. Where was the tight virginal woman he
thought he had married? He couldn't believe that he hadn't had sex in a
year for this.

Pamela moaned with pleasure when she felt Michaels cock head penetrate
her pussy. Finally, she was going to have sex with the man she loved.
She felt very little once the head was in.

"Oooh lover, let me have the rest of your cock," she begged.

Michael looked down at his penis buried inside her to the hilt and then
up at his wife. They just sat there and stared at each other.

**************

The women were going wild at the club as the hunk cowboy slowly stripped
before them. Mark was behind the bar, his chest was bare except for a
bow tie. It was a busy night and he was taking advantage of a brief lull
to catch up on the dishes behind the bar. The cowboy, Stallion, was a
favorite amongst the regulars and always drew the crowd away from the
bar and towards the stage. He
was bending over when someone said.


"What does a girl gotta do to get a drink around here?"

Mark looked up into the grinning face of the beautiful Pamela Scott. He
knew she would be tracking him down sooner or later.

"I said what does a girl gotta do to get a drink around here?"   Pamela
repeated.

Mark grinned and replied, "Whatever I tell her to do."

The End

Author’s Note: This story would not have existed if it weren’t for the art of John Persons. He did a few illustrations he calls his bridal set featuring a blonde bride wandering down a hall in white lingerie. She stumbles into a room filled with black janitors who take advantage of her. Another of his illustrations inspired my next story, “The Fiancé and the Fitness Instructor.”  At this time, a website gave me a free membership in exchange for interracial stories so I began focusing exclusively on that theme for awhile.