The Unwanted House Guest Remastered
Copyright 2016 by Stormbringer
Chapter 1: Poker on Christmas Day
Beth slammed the beer down in front of
her husband, David with a hard thud. She slid the other can over
towards the giant black man.
“What?” asked Titus, smirking. “You
ain't gonna open it?”
“Open it yourself,” she replied.
Titus laid his cards on the table face
down before reaching over for the beer and popping the tab. “You
need to train your woman better, bro.”
David's cheeks turned redder then they
already were. He'd drunk a little too much and that always made his
face flush. He also hated when the giant black man reminded him they
were brothers though it was technically true. David's mother had been
seduced by Augustus Cetewayo during a family vacation to Jamaica when
David was five. The affair had destroyed David's parents marriage
nine months later when Titus was born and David's mother, Mary
confessed everything. David didn't talk about it, but once when he
was drunk, David confessed to a vivid memory of Augustus first
appearing nude walking down the beach, approaching Joe and Mary in a
friendly manner and offering them a ride on his boat.
David had once mentioned “Gus”
Cetewayo arriving soon after the baby was born and insisting that he
be named Titus Cetewayo even after Mary had already named him Steve.
Gus only stuck around for a few days, but David vividly recalled
hearing his mom screaming from the bedroom dozens of times over those
few days. Then Gus left and never came back though afterwards his mom
had a series of black boyfriends staying over at his home every
weekend.
Beth stared at her husband waiting for
him to stand up for her, but she should have known better. Apparently
Titus had bullied David during their teen years, even six years
younger then David, the boy had been large for his age and had
started pushing David around the year he turned eleven. Joining the
marines when he turned eighteen had made him even bigger and more
intimidating. “Women aren't trained by their husband's jerk, we are
equal partners in a marriage.”
“It is a woman's nature to be
submissive to a male.” Titus sat back and drained his beer. “Real
males anyway. Didn't the lingerie make you feel sexy and feminine?”
Beth froze as she was about to retort.
She turned on David. “You told him?” David chugged a large gulp
of beer and didn't answer. “I'll never wear anything that
objectifies women like that,” she lied. She'd hated her husband's
Christmas gift, but when she saw the hopeful look in his eyes, she'd
agreed to model it for him tonight on Christmas. That was one of the
many reasons she was pissed off. They should have been in bed a long
time ago, but now Titus had insisted playing cards with David and
downing a few beers. “You should have known better,” she told her
husband.
“I did...” said David.
“I talked him into it,” said Titus.
“It looked sexy as fuck on the mannequin and I thought it would
look damn sexy on you.”
Beth practically choked, her hate
filled eyes staring at Titus. He was the real reason she was pissed
off tonight and in a pissy mood in general over then last month.
There was absolutely nothing good about Titus Cetewayo. The black man
was a hulking brute at 6'6” and built like a heavyweight boxer. He
towered over David's 5'6”. His face was hard, clean shaven, his
hair a military looking flat top. He wasn't handsome, his face craggy
and rugged with very African features, including a broad flat nose
and thick lips. He'd inherited nothing that she could see from his
white mother except maybe lighter skin, Gus had apparently been very
African black. He was a chauvinist and a pig. He expected her to wait
on him, do his laundry, cook his dinner. He had no modesty and walked
around their house in tight fitting jockey shorts that bulged out so
obscenely in the front, she was convinced he stuffed socks down in
there to impress her. He also was fond of leaving the bathroom door
open when he showered or peed, but Beth always looked the other way
if she had to walk past. Worse, he was a bad influence on David,
insisting they drink beer daily and in the month since Titus had
shown up at their house uninvited, she swore David's paunch had grown
larger. Now, Titus had talked him into playing cards for money and a
good chunk of their mortgage payment was sitting in the pot.
Beth had never met Titus until a month
ago. David didn't even keep pictures of him around. David and Beth
had married two years ago after their pastor had introduced them at
church. David had been so awed by the beautiful woman before him that
he'd stuttered trying to talk to her. Beth had long curly brown hair
that fell down as far as the nipples on her rather oversize breasts
for such a thin framed woman. Her hips flared out and her rear was
plump and firm. The day they met, she wore a conservative blue dress
that stopped just under her knees. She let him stare, she was used to
it from men. That day and most days, her body always looked like it
wanted to burst free from her clothing. She was a conservative
intellectual at heart, but she had the body of a stripper. She
resented male attention, but there was a part of her that liked
having a killer figure. She dismissed the awkward young man at first.
David couldn't believe she was single
at 25. The truth was that she was hard to date and most men left when
they realized she wasn't going to put out for them and had no
intentions of having sex until married. David pursued her, but took
his time and went slow. She finally agreed to go on a date, David was
cute and awkwardly charming. He took their relationship slow too,
which was fine with her as she was busy taking women's studies in
college and they could only see each other every other weekend. They
had been dating a year when she found out he had a brother. Mary
rolled her eyes and explained that Titus was the black sheep of the
family. Beth was a big believer in family and insisted they invite
Titus to their wedding. He never RSVP'd, but Mary explained his unit
was in deep shit somewhere in the middle east. Their wedding got off
without a hitch and soon she became Mrs. Beth Shorthose.
David and Beth's marriage got off to a
slightly rocky start. They didn't consummate their marriage on their
weeding night. David's penis was an angry red five inches long and so
swollen, it looked like it might pop and pop it did the second she
reached down to touch it, filling the palm of her hand with a
teaspoon of semen. She was forgiving and they were young, David was
ready to try again within the hour, but it popped again the moment he
saw her completely nude. Beth tried not to laugh watching his penis
twitch up and down as more semen spewed from the end. She stayed nude
to let him get used to seeing her body until they made a third
attempt, but David only managed to push the tip of his penis between
the folds of her womanhood when he blew again. He apologized, acting
surprised by how hot her vagina had felt pushing it in. Beth finally
lost her virginity early the next morning, when she climbed on top of
him and lowered herself over his penis in the dark. He broke her
hymen, ejaculating almost immediately, but the deed was done. She
kept bouncing in his lap, feeling his penis reverse and shortly he
was grunting and cumming again only she couldn't feel him squirting
within her, but his penis did quickly grow limp. They rode down to
Key West for their honeymoon. David continued ejaculating too quickly
and Beth responded by making him go down on her for long periods of
time. By the end of the week, David was skilled at licking her and
lasting longer. Beth actually started feeling pleasure from the act
and had a few small orgasms.
Mary called them a little over a month
ago and said that Titus had shown up on her doorstep suddenly out of
the blue. He had his military duffle bag and little else. She told
Beth, that Titus was out buying a motorcycle and planned on traveling
the country. On of the things Titus had expressed the most interest
in was reconnecting with his brother. Mary said he talked about it
all the time and was fascinated with their wedding and honeymoon
pictures that Mary kept on her mantle. Beth knew the pictures she'd
sent her mother-in-law, David in his tuxedo holding Beth's hands as
they stared into each others eyes on their wedding. The honeymoon
picture, they'd had a tourist take for them at Fort Jefferson in the
Dry Tortugas. David was in his bathing suit and Beth in a modest
bikini holding each other as they stood on the seawall surrounding
the Civil War era fort with the light blue gulf waters behind them.
A few days later, Beth heard a
motorcycle pull up in their driveway and went out to greet her
brother-in-law. She stumbled when the man took off his helmet and she
saw the black face. He grinned and hugged her tightly to a chest as
broad and as hard as a brick wall. Her mind kept telling her
something was wrong, David didn't even like black people, hated them
even and she was inclined to agree with him most of the time at least
where black males were concerned as black men were horrible
oppressors of black women. Her husband got home and was as shocked to
see Titus as she had been. They were both shocked when Titus asked to
stay with them a few days, but David relented and offered him the use
of the spare bedroom. After a week living with one, Beth liked black
males even less and after David got drunk with Titus one night,
confessing about Mary's encounter with Gus, she started to hate black
men especially Gus and Titus Cetewayo. A few days, had turned to a
month and Beth wanted nothing more then for Titus to leave on the
road trip the obnoxious black man was always talking about. Now,
Titus was indicating he would be with them all winter while he earned
some money for his trip bartending at a big Miami club, but he did
offer to help with the bills. This was good as while David did
alright as an accountant, woman's studies hadn't opened up a lot of
career opportunities and Beth was forced to wait tables until
something better came along.
Life with Titus wasn't all bad. He
didn't even stay there most nights and Beth assumed he had a
girlfriend. That worried her a little because if he fell in love with
her, he might want to stay longer.
When he didn't stay out all night,
Titus borrowed David's adult movie collection and most nights she
could hear Titus grunting to the moans coming from the TV in his
room. She objected to pornography for it's treatment of women,
objectifying them as sex objects, but David had bought them in an
attempt to spice up their sex life and not for self gratification.
She'd watched disgusted for an hour until a new man appeared on the
screen, some big breasted blonde with fake tits and a lot of work
done to her face, pulled his pants down and started sucking on what
soon grew into a seven inch penis, longer and thicker then David's.
All the men had been bigger then her husband, but this actor was
impressive. She stared raptly at it, mouth slightly agape, aware her
breathing had grown heavy. The man ejaculated on the woman's breasts
and outstretched tongue. Beth stood. “I'm never putting your thing
in my mouth,” she reminded him before marching off to bed. David
came up later, mounting her, and finding her wet and ready for him.
Several nights after borrowing the
DVDs, Titus had returned them in disgust. Beth insisted David throw
them away once and for all and he did as she asked. Titus came home
the next night with some new titles, all featuring black men with
“the biggest blackest cocks” and white or Asian women “taking
the biggest blackest cocks”. Titus insisted they watch a movie
together, but Beth refused. David lasted an hour downstairs with his
half brother before climbing quietly into bed beside her. She reached
down for his penis, but he was limp as a noodle. Beth was horny and a
little disappointed, but also proud that her husband was no longer
turned on by that crap. She laid in bed a little frustrated, hearing
Titus come up to his room and for the next hour she listened to women
screaming in pleasure as they cried “fuck me with that big black
cock”.
**********
“Raise ya another fifty,” said
Titus, grinning cockily.
Beth came out of the kitchen with some
more beer, bottles this time. “I think this is getting out of hand
and you both should quit.” She stared at the pot. There had to be
over $500 dollars there. They'd be late on their mortgage if David
lost the hand. She moved around to look at David's hand. She forced
herself to keep a straight face when she saw the four sevens in his
hand. It didn't look like David would lose this hand, but then if
Titus lost, he might end up staying with them even longer while he
tried to earn more money. “I don't have enough,” said David
looking from his cards to the pot to Titus' grinning face.
“Well then,” said Titus
triumphantly, “”I guess the pot is mine.”
“WAIT!” cried David as Titus
reached for the money. “Maybe I can offer you something else?”
“Whatcha offering?”
David asked, “What do I have that you
want?”
Titus' eyes narrowed and his face
turned serious. This was the kind of black man, a white couple would
cross the street to avoid. His eyes turned on Beth. “I want a blow
job from that hot wife of yours.” David stared in shock at his half
brother, hearing Beth gasp and the sound of both beer bottles hitting
the floor, one shattering.
“You filthy pervert,” she hissed at
the black man before turning away. She came back with some paper
towels and a broom to clean the mess up. She had to put up with this
shit every day at the restaurant and here she was cleaning up a mess
in her own home.
“I can't do that, Titus,” said
David. “She's not mine to bet with and besides, that would be
adultery and that's a sin.”
“Bull shit!” stated Titus.
“Everyone knows a blow job ain't adultery. “But I'll make ya a
deal. You win, you keep the money. If I win, I keep half the money
and Beth only has to jerk me off.”
“No way, Titus,” said David.
“Hold on,” said Beth over his
shoulder, staring at the four-of-a-kind in his hand. “We'll take
that deal.”
David turned on his wife. “No way
honey. You're not going anywhere near that thing.”
“In the kitchen, NOW,” ordered
Beth, wondering what he was talking about. David followed and tried
to talk her out of it saying they both could work overtime. She told
him they couldn't afford to lose the money and besides, she was
confident he had the best hand. “What did you mean when you called
it a thing?” she asked before they started heading back to Titus.
David froze, his flushed cheeks losing
color until he went pale. He remembered Titus catching him
masturbating and laughing at his penis before whipping out his big
black cock. It took David a month to get an erection after seeing
“that thing”. He recalled taking showers after Titus and the
glass door being covered in a thick white goo from the black boy's
constant jerking off. Titus' room would stink of semen, his trash
filled with crusty tissues. When David came home from college, he'd
heard rumors about Titus and dozens of school girls, even one about
Titus and the hot teacher all the boys had a crush on as well as some
hot moms of the younger girls. Titus might not even have been fully
grown the last time David had seen it. “His penis is rather large,”
he said softly. David had never forgotten how wet Beth had been in
bed after watching the porn of the man with the seven inch penis.
“Oh,” said Beth, pausing. She
shrugged it off. “But we still need the money and your hand is
virtually unbeatable.
They walked back out to the dining room
table. David gulped. “Alright, it's a bet.” He gathered his cards
up off the table.
“Good,” said Titus. His face was
expressionless, but there was a hungry look in his eyes when he
glanced at Beth. “But yo wife has to wear the lingerie I picked out
for her while she does it.”
Beth clenched her teeth with rage. “Jerk,” she grunted. She sent David a glare that promised he would be paying for this for quite a while. “Lets get this over with,” she said, her heart thumping rapidly from nervousness.
Beth clenched her teeth with rage. “Jerk,” she grunted. She sent David a glare that promised he would be paying for this for quite a while. “Lets get this over with,” she said, her heart thumping rapidly from nervousness.
Titus smiled. “Lets see what you
got.”
David spread his cards out on the table
revealing the four sevens. Titus' look of surprise made the couple
grin. Beth looked over at David and they high-fived. David was
reaching out for the pot when Titus stated, “Not so fast.” He
slammed his cards down on the table. “Four queens.”
David felt like he was going to throw
up. Beth whimpered. He glanced up at her to see her shaking with
fear. “Come on now bro, you're not going to make my wife go through
with it are you?”
Titus smiled and chuckled so nicely,
the Shorthose's thought he was joking and going to call it off. “Now
seriously little Davey, what kind of brother would I be,” said
Titus pausing for effect. Beth was looking at him hopefully. David
knew better. Titus only called him “little Davey” to humiliate
him. “If I didn't make sure you followed through with your
promises. A bet is a bet, bro.” Titus turned his eyes on Beth so
intensely, she felt her legs turning to jelly with fear. “You were
going to keep all the money if you won, right little Davey? Beth run
upstairs and change into that sexy outfit and bring back some
Vaseline with you.”
David looked at his wife. He'd never
seen her look so unsure of herself. She'd gone pale and was shaking a
little. She was usually the strong confident one. “Don't do it
Beth. Let him have all the money and I'll pick up some extra hours to
cover the mortgage.”
Beth slowly turned her face towards
him, the look of fear on her face faded and turned to disgust. “No
god dammit! Serves you right for getting me into this mess.” She
turned and stomped up the stairs.
“But...” David tried to say,
reminding her that this was actually her decision. He looked over at
Titus. The black brute was dividing the money up. At least he
wouldn't need to be worried about the mortgage. Titus pocketed his
half and rose from the table. He stretched before pulling his shirt
off over his head. Shirtless, the huge black man walked over to the
couch. He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down. David wanted to
cry when he saw the enormous bulge stretching out the front of Titus'
boxer briefs. Titus hadn't just whipped “that thing” out after
catching David masturbating, He'd smacked David in the face with it
several times and the heavy beast had hurt. The eighteen year old
black teen had laughed watching David's penis shrivel up and withdraw
inside his scrotum. Titus sat down. He closed his eyes and sat still
like he was meditating, but he was breathing heavily, his large
African nostrils flaring out with each breath.
**********
Beth let her dress fall around her
waist and struggled to push it down over her hips. She sighed with
relief when the confining dress fell to her feet. Her heavy dresses
made her feel stifled and claustrophobic, but she endured wearing
them as intelligent self reliant women didn't put their bodies on
display for male pleasure. Her bra unhooked in front and she pulled
the clasps apart, her bra flying open as her breasts sprang free. She
sighed again as the cold air from the air conditioner caressed her
breast flesh. Her bras were always too tight. She refused to admit
that her breasts pushed EE and only brought DD cup bras. As much as
her mind told her to cover up, her body seemed to prefer freedom. She
was quite content to walk around the house nude for the first couple
years of her and David's relationship.
Beth was surprised to see her nipples
jutting out about half an inch. She attributed it the the cold air.
They'd always been sensitive to any stimuli and reacted by swelling
out nearly ¾ of an inch and a full inch from her breast when her
areola puffed up. She reached up and pinched them, her vagina
quivered and moistened immediately. She quickly let go before she
became to aroused. Beth bent over and slid her plain white panty down
her thighs until it fell to her feet on the dress.
Nude, she walked over to the fancy box
from the lingerie store. Their mall didn't have a classy store like
Victoria's Secret for skinny models and sexy underwear. Their store
was called “Spicy” and catered to bustier women and sleazier
outfits, corsets, garter belts, skimpy teddys, barely legal bikinis,
and sex costumes every holiday with Halloween being the worse when it
came to objectifying women. It was popular with the many strippers
that worked the Miami area.
Beth opened the box and pulled the
panty out. It was bright red, but see thru. She stepped into them and
pulled the up. The strings around her hips had three bells on each
side. The top of the panty was fluffy white. She frowned seeing that
her brown pubes were clearly visible through the clear fabric. She
turned around. The back of the panty disappeared between the crack of
her rear end. Her cheeks stuck up and out, free of any blemishes and
firm. There was another stupid bell on the string above her butt
crack. Beth rolled her eyes.
The bra was similar to the panty, but
there was a sheer gauze that fell off it to cover her torso and the
panty. The bra cups were too tight, worse then her bras, and breast
flesh stuck out around them. She suspected they were only CC cups.
David should have known better, but then that black jerk had
apparently picked this out. White fur laced the tops of the cups and
there was a series of bells dangling under her breasts and several on
the string between her cleavage and along her sides. This bra hooked
in the back and she struggled to stretch the elastic out to hook it.
Beth looked at herself in the full
length mirror. A sleazy porn star looked back at her. “Fuck you
David,” she told her reflection, “and fuck you Titus.” The
outfit was ridiculous, but as she took her entire body in and turned
around to look at herself from the back, her hate filled face curled
up into a smile. Beth might despise the sexy outfits men liked their
women to wear, but she did wear it well and she was not without
vanity. Beth pulled the last item out and adjusted the Santa hat on
her head. “Woman though art gorgeous,” she told her reflection.
She looked better then any woman in David's pornos. Her smile faded
when she remembered that this outfit was supposedly her Christmas
present, but in reality was a present her stupid husband had bought
for himself and that his pig of a nigg... black half-brother had
selected. Her frown turned hate filled again when she remembered what
she had to do now to that same black half-brother to pay off her
husband's stupid bet. She had to put her hand on his nigg... black
penis... no, fuck it, his disgusting nigger penis and stroke him off.
Or did she? Beth opened the door under the bathroom sink and pulled
out a pair of blue rubber cleaning gloves. She pulled the gloves down
over each hand. No, she could jerk “that thing” off without
actually touching it.
The expression of hate was still on her
face when she left the room.
**********
“Jingle bells, jingle bellls,” said
Titus, slowly opening his eyes from his meditative position on the
couch when he heard Beth coming down the stairs. Both he and David
turned to look at her. She was wearing a full length robe, but the
bells on her lingerie could still be heard if somewhat muffled. She
had a smaller robe, but had bought the longer one when Titus started
staying with them and it appeared he wasn't going anywhere anytime
soon.
“Don't do this, Beth,” said David.
“Shut up. This is all your fault.”
“But you're the one that took the
offer,” whined David, certain his wife now completely blamed him
and that he would be suffering for it for some time.
“She told you to shut up, Little
Davey,” grunted Titus, staring at Beth. His eyes took in her gloved
hands as she reached in the pocket of her robe and pulled out a
bottle of Vaseline. She tossed it to him and he caught it, setting it
beside him on the couch. Titus' dark eyes stared intensely at her
face. “You know something Elizabeth Shorthose,” he said.
“What?” asked Beth, untying the
belt on her robe.
“You'd be beautiful if you smiled
once in a while and wiped that hateful expression off your face.”
Her eyes narrowed and Titus felt that a
lesser man might wilt under that venomous gaze. “My expression
depends upon who I am staring at,” she said, dropping the robe.
“Oh my god!” gasped David. He was
seated in his recliner and had a side view of the two. He was staring
mostly at her perfect bare ass.
Titus continued staring into her eyes
in a contest of wills. Beth won. He had to look down. He didn't move
his head, but his eyes swept down her body. “Your tits are
magnificent,” he stated. She was built like an internet pinup
model, but these breasts weren't bought and paid for, they were real.
His lip curled up a little when he saw her nipples were slightly
hard. This situation was somewhat arousing to her even if she'd never
admit it. Her torso was sexy as hell. She was trim with little fat.
Her ribs were outlined and her stomach was flat with some abdominal
bulges around her navel. Luckily she was tall or her breasts would
have taken up most of her body making her look compact. Her thin
waist tapered down and then flared out into her hips. He could see
partially behind her, a firm upthrust ass that was one of the best
he'd ever seen. Her legs were firm and athletic from her daily jogs.
His eyes roamed back up to the perfectly trimmed triangle of hair
behind the panty. “Gurl, you are stacked,” he grunted.
“Woman,” she corrected. “I'm a
woman.”
“What?” he asked, shrugging and not
getting the point. “Woman then.”
“Beth, don't do this,” pleaded
David. She turned and glared at him, but he just gasped as he took in
her body in the sexy lingerie. He hated his brother, but Titus had
been right about the outfit looking sexy on her. She turned back to
the black man without speaking. David looked over at Titus too. His
stomach sank at the sight of Titus' underwear. The waistband had now
stretched out and was open around the waistband as “that thing”
expanded in his underwear.
“Shut up Little Davey,” said Titus
without looking at his white brother. He was staring at Beth's body.
“You shouldn't have bet your wife.”
“But I didn't,” whined David.
“Shut up David,” agreed Beth.
“I can't watch this,” said David,
standing up.
“SIT DOWN!” she ordered, turning on
him. “Watching me do this disgusting act is part of your
punishment. You're going to pay for humiliating me like this.” Beth
kneeled between Titus' legs as David sat back down heavily in the
chair.
“Allow me,” said Titus, opening the
lid on the Vaseline.
Beth snatched it out of his hand and
scooped some up with two of her gloved fingers. She rolled her eyes
and for the first time her eyes fell on his bulging briefs and the
plum-sized dark head of his penis that had now pushed up past the
waistband. She froze and stared. “I'm going to need more Vaseline,”
she muttered causing Titus to chuckle.
“Please,” pleaded David one last
time, but he was ignored.
Beth turned her head, not wanting to
see the thing Titus was packing in his pants. She reached out for the
waistband, her hand coming down on the bulging crotch. It swelled and
she yanked her hand back as the black plum pushed up to his stomach
trailed by a floppy tube as thick as her wrist. There was no padding
in his shorts only a thick caged snake yearning to break free and it
was swelling and growing.
Beth's hand was trembling as she
reached back up to his briefs, keeping clear of the black tube steak.
She pulled the waistband out and down. She couldn't help herself and
moved her eyes to stare at the thing. The ebony plum passed his navel
as the shaft straightened and hardened, thickening as it swelled.
Beth finally turned her head towards the huge penis, mouth agape in
disbelief.
“Oh god,” moaned David, horrified
at the sight of his brother's monster cock.
“It's not going to jerk itself off,
Beth,” said Titus, smirking. He wasn't in too much of a hurry. He
enjoyed seeing them stare at it. Titus lifted his hips up off the
couch. “Pull it off,” he ordered.
Beth's hand was still on his waistband.
She was frozen staring at his penis. It was at least eight inches
long. His voice brought her out of her trance. She pulled down on the
waistband some more and brought her other hand up to grab the other
side of his briefs. His underwear still covered the base of his huge
penis. Another inch appeared and another, a bulging purple black vein
ran up his shaft. Then another inch and another. She pulled his
briefs down under his rear and down his thighs pulling it all the way
to his ankles. He pulled his feet out and spread his legs open
further. Her eyes fell on his wrinkled black scrotum. If the tip of
his penis was as big as a fat plum, then his testicles were the size
of apples. One of Titus' testicles was as big as David's entire
crotch.
Beth reached out one blue gloved hand
and grabbed his shaft, pulling the now fully hard black penis upwards
and it was a black penis, much blacker then Titus's dark brown skin.
She looked at the palm of her other hand and at the pathetically
small dollop of Vaseline in it. She moved her fingers back to the
open jar and scooped up some more. Satisfied, she grabbed his shaft
and started coating it with Vaseline which allowed her to examine all
the ridges, bumps, and veins along the shaft. It was hard now, as
hard as steel and straight, missile shaped with no curve. The shaft
maintained the same thickness throughout it's length, the swollen
member left a gap of several inches between her thumb and fingers,
before it flared out into the black helmeted head. She ran her hand
up to the head and thoroughly coated it with the lubricant before
removing her hand and scooping up another dollop.
When it was completely lubricated, she
paused, holding it upwards with one hand that she slid to the base
and then laying her palm on his crotch as she tried to hold it up
with just her finger and her thumb. Titus' big horse penis was longer
then a foot. It had to be at least thirteen inches long! “Your
thing is so BIG!” she blurted, staring at it.
“That thing is a big black cock,”
he told her smugly. “That is what a real man's cock looks like.
It's not that little boy's penis that you're used to.”
“Titus please,” she said, taking
her eyes off his big black cock and looking him in the face angrily.
“There's no need to disparage my husband just because he has a
little peni... just because his penis isn't as large as yours.”
“Beth... please,” whined David.
“Um, sorry honey, your little penis
does just fine,” she explained.
“Don't worry Davey,” said Titus
looking down at Beth's breasts. “You've nothing to worry about
unless Beth here is one of them size queens.”
“Size queens?” she asked, furrowing
her brow as she began stroking the huge cock. “What's that?”
“Yeah, you get turned on by really
huge cocks,” he said, meeting her eyes. He moved his gaze down to
her breasts and she followed them down to her bosom. “Your nipples
get hard.” Beth watched with embarrassment as her already semi hard
nipples swelled and grew to their full size under his penetrating
gaze. She gulped and bent her elbows in forwards to cover her
protruding nubs. “And your pussy gets soaked just at the sight of a
big... thick... COCK,” he finished. “It's the natural order of
things for a female to get aroused at the sight of a real man's cock,
a big black cock.”
“You're full of shit,” she told
him, fully aware that her puss.. vagina was dripping.
“You should be safe then, bro,”
said Titus. “Nothing to worry about.”
For some reason, that didn't reassure
David very much. He couldn't see her vagina and most of her breasts
were blocked by Titus' muscular thighs. Still, it was obvious Beth
was shocked by the size of Titus' cock. Beth was holding the base of
the huge black shaft and jerking him off with her right hand with
slow deliberate strokes. David was grateful she'd thought to put
gloves on. He wasn't sure he would be able to stand her touch knowing
her skin had made contact with his half brothers black penis. “Yeah,
stroke that big black cock, baby,” moaned Titus. David cringed.
Titus was smirking, saying it more to irk Beth then out of
seriousness.
“Damn you're big,” said Beth. She
switched hands and started stroking him with her left hand. “Aren't
you close yet?”
“No baby, it's only been fifteen
minutes.” Titus laid back against the couch and spread his legs
wider.
“No way, it's been fifteen minutes?”
she asked in disbelief. She wasn't sure when she started and didn't
wear a watch so she couldn't check the time.
Titus' phone was sitting beside him on
the couch. He reached over and propped it against the pillow. The
time clock was on. It read 16:47. “If you can get it off in 30
minutes or less, Little Davey can have all his money back.”
“Shit!” said Beth, still not
believing it had been over fifteen minutes. David could get erect,
penetrate her, ejaculate, and be fast asleep snoring in under ten
minutes. She brought both her gloved hands up to his shaft and stated
jerking him off as fast as she could at the thought of getting all
their money back. She felt a shiver course through her body when
Titus groaned. It was for real this time. “Come on, come on,” she
whispered, staring at her hands gliding up and down his shaft in a
blue-black blur. 21:57. Her arm strength was failing rapidly. “Come
on. Come... cum. Cum for me. Cum for me, Titus!” 23:12.
“Oh yeah, baby, talk dirty to me.”
“Beth!” pleaded David.
“Shut up! I'm trying to get your
money back,” she snapped at her husband. She looked at Titus. “And
quit calling me baby.” 24:37.
“Yo bitchy attitude ain't helping me
cum.”
Damn! She thought. “Sorry. Give me
your cum. Come on, you know you want to cum.” She released her
right hand and shook it to work out a cramp. She was nearly
exhausted. 26:08. She grabbed his shaft again, using the last of her
arm strength to stroke it as fast as she could. “Damn, arms are
getting tired.”
“Use yo mouth then, baby.”
“Fuck you! No man's penis will ever
pass these lips.” Her arms were feeling weak. 27:15. “Come on.”
“What do you want, baby?”
“I want you to cum.” 28:32. “I
want your cum. Whoa, it's swelling even thicker!”
“I'm close, baby.”
Thank god, she thought. Beth sped up
her arms, with the last of her strength. 29:10. “Cum for me.”
29:21. “Give me your cum.” 29:34. Damn, the head of his penis was
expanding even larger and turning an angry black.
“Here it comes, baby.”
29:47. She was going to make it. Beth
was grateful for the gloves. She didn't want any of this black man's
spunk touching her skin. 29:52. “Cum already. I want this big black
cock's cum,” she growled. She glanced at the phone. It read 30:12.
“Noooo!” she wailed just before her face was splattered with hot
pudding.
“YESSSSS!” moaned Titus, thrusting
his hips up, fucking her hands with his cock.
Beth closed her mouth just in time as
another splatter of his seed hit her lips and chin. She bent his cock
down away from her face, more of the black man's sperm splattering on
her neck, chest and breasts, coating her red lingerie with his semen.
She wanted to scream, but kept her lips pressed together to keep his
spunk out of her mouth. Beth released his cock, but now it just
bucked up and down, spewing sperm all over her. She climbed to her
feet, a load splattering all over her stomach, getting in her navel
and ruining her panty.
Beth stepped back, several jets of
sperm shooting after her, but falling short of her body and landing
on her feet. Finally his cock quit bobbing wildly and fell with a
thud against his stomach and chest. Sperm dribbled from the swollen
head, leaving a growing white puddle on Titus's hard black chest. It
lost it's swollen look and began to shrink.
Beth turned towards her husband as if
begging him to help her. “Oh my god,” said David, aghast at the
sight of his wife coated in Titus' sperm. She looked horrified and
seemed to be pleading with her eyes for him for help, but wouldn't
open her mouth lest some of his sperm pass her lips. “”I'll get
some towels.” David sprang to his feet, but Beth just shook her
head and ran for the stairs.
“I'll take the towels,” said Titus,
climbing to his feet.
David went to the kitchen and returned
with some paper towels. He stared in horror at the giant black man,
standing nude in front of him as he handed Titus the towels. He'd
hoped never to see that oversize penis again or his half brother for
that matter. Titus' black cock was sticking straight out before him,
still dribbling sperm onto David's carpet. Even as Titus was wiping
the semen off his chest, the huge black cock was pulsing and
shrinking. It bent downwards and finally quit dripping sperm. By the
time Titus had cleaned himself off, his cock was a fat ten inch
banana dangling between his huge thighs. David gulped as his mind
pictured that thing cumming all over his wife. “How could you do
that to me?” he said, voice shaking as he spoke.
“Come on Davey, brother's should
share things, right?”
“Stay away from my wife Titus,” he
said, voice a little stronger. “I mean it.”
Titus smirked in amusement. He crossed
his huge arms across his even huger chest, making him even more
intimidating. “Or what?” he asked.
David stared up at his giant of a half
brother and felt his knees shake. The words came to his mind unbidden
and he blurted them out before he could stop himself. Words he'd said
to his brother many times when they were kids. “Or I'll tell mom.”
Titus looked surprised for a second then started laughing, his mirth
turning into bellows of amusement deep within his chest. David's
cheeks turned red and he raced for the stairs to check on his wife.
**********
Beth's nostrils were filled with the
scent of semen. She wanted to breathe through her mouth, but her lips
were still slick with the black man's sperm. Large globs of it were
starting to slide down her body, covering even more of her skin with
that... nigger's... viscous spunk. She stripped off the ruined
lingerie and dropped it in the bathroom's waist basket. It was kind
of a shame she thought, wondering how much David had paid for it.
Sexist garbage, but it had also felt somewhat liberating wearing
something so sexy and the reactions of both men seeing her in it.
Beth turned on the water in the shower
and got in the tub before it had even warmed up closing the door
behind her. The cold water shocked her a bit and she stepped out of
the spray, grabbing a cold damp used washcloth to wipe her lips off,
breathing deeply when her mouth felt clean. Beth grabbed her body
wash and didn't even bother pouring it in her palm. She just turned
the bottle upside down and squirted it all over her chest and
breasts, the thick plastic bottle reminding her of Titus' big black
cock, just not as hard or hot or vibrant with life. The water had
heated and she turned around stepping up into it. The body lotion was
clear and white and almost indistinguishable with the sperm all over
her body. She raised her face to the water and let the shower rinse
her face off even as the spray was removing all the lotion from her
body, while leaving large globs of sperm on her.
Beth turned her back to the spray and
ran her hands down to her belly and chest. She scooped up the large
clumps on her body and ran it all over her skin. Both hands came up
to her breasts scooping up more of the thick “lotion” rubbing it
into her breast flesh. She got an intense shock when her hands rubbed
her still hard nipples. They'd never felt so alive or sensitive
before and she mewled with pleasure, even pinching them and sucking
he lower lip into her mouth to keep from moaning. Her left hand
pinched it's nipple hard as her right hand slid back down her belly,
finding more clumps of lotion under her navel. She pushed her hand
through her wisps of brown pubic hair, two fingers pushing inside her
needy pussy.
It took just a few wiggles of her
fingers for her to have her own orgasm and it was a big one. She
cried out as her wiggling fingers prolonged the orgasm. Beth was
gasping from the intensity of the orgasm as she slowly opened her
eyes, a lazy smile forming on her lips. She looked down her body.
There were white strings all over her body. She pulled her fingers
off her nipple. One of the strings ran from her index finger to the
tip of her nipple. She crinkled her nose in disgust realizing she'd
just body washed herself with a black man's semen.
“B...Beth, are you alright?”
Beth froze and turned. David's form was
in the bathroom doorway. The shower door was pretty clear. Had he
seen her playing with herself? “No, you jerk. I'm covered in that
NIGGER'S SEED!”
“Shhhhh! Not so loud he'll hear.”
“Fuck him.”
David cringed, picturing the three
white seniors rolling around on the football field doubled over in
pain. Blood spewing from one's broken nose. They'd called the sixteen
year old Titus a nigger too. The students watching the fight cheered
Titus as the three were disliked bullies. Everyone had cheered, but
David. He'd been routing for the bullies. “I'll be in bed,” he
told her.
Beth ripped the strand of wet sperm of
her nipple and flung it to the bottom of the tub. She looked further
down her body. It was all over her belly and mixed into her pubic
hair and worse of all. The hand that had just fingered herself to
orgasm was covered in it. “YECH!” she spat, feeling sick. Beth
quickly turned her body back into the spray of water. This time, she
poured body wash onto the wash cloth and used it to clean her body.
It took almost as long to get his spunk off her body as it had to
make him cum in the first place. She finished and dried herself off,
covering her body with a towel. The bedroom was dark, David already
in bed.
Beth normally slept in pajamas, but she
felt too exhausted to even dress in them. She dropped the towel
wrapped around her body and climbed into bed beside her husband. She
laid on her back, staring at the ceiling. She could faintly hear porn
sounds coming from the guest room. Titus grunting. Was he really
playing with himself again after she'd just jerked him off? She
couldn't believe it and almost got up to go peek in on him then
decided against it.
Beth turned on her side, tossing and
turning for an hour, unable to sleep. She'd heard Titus cum a half
hour ago and he'd finally shut off the porn. She wanted the porn out
of her house. She wanted the black man and his big black cock out of
her house. She wanted a cock in her body right now. The orgasm in the
shower had been one of the best in her life yet she was still horny.
Really horny! Beth turned towards her husband. He was on his back
too. Her hand slid across the bed to his hip and across to his
crotch. His entire scrotum fit in her hand, penis and balls. She
picked his penis up with two fingers and began fondling it, tugging
it out to make it hard for her. Instead, his penis seemed to shrink
into his scrotum. She wouldn't be getting any tonight. David let out
a soft snore that sounded distinctly fake to her. Frustrated, she
flipped around to her side, facing away from her husband. It took her
three hours to fall asleep.
**********
Beth groaned when the alarm went off
and rolled on her side as David got up. “You really have to go to
work?” she complained. Her thighs felt damp and her hard nipples
scraped against the bed sheet.
The little sleep she'd gotten had been
filled with strange dreams. In one she'd been a mannequin, dressed in
last night's sexy lingerie while Titus and David stared up at her,
the black man telling David how good his wife would look wearing
that. In another, she was nude in a farm yard while giant black
roosters were chasing her around. Most of the other dreams she
couldn't remember, but they were sexual and left her in a hyper
aroused state.
“Just today,” answered David. “Tax
season is coming up and the boss wants me to do some prep work on our
bigger accounts.”
“You should tell him no once in
awhile, it's Christmas break for god's sake. You let him boss you
around to much.”
“That's what bosses do, hence the
name.”
Beth fell back asleep while David was
in the shower, but he woke her back up turning the closet light on so
that he could dress. She rolled on her back, groaning in complaint
and pulled his pillow over her head. Her hand reached out for the
nightstand, encountering her skin cream before finding her sleeping
mask. She pulled it over her eyes and shoved the pillow aside. She
heard him leave and fell back asleep. She dreamed again. This time
she was a fairy dancing around a black mushroom with a bulbous helmet
shaped cap. Her nude winged body polished the stem of the large fungi
until it erupted a fountain of white lotion. She quickly danced under
the fountain and began washing her body with the white liquid spores.
Beth awoke again, but was groggy from
lack of sleep when she felt David's heavy weight press down on the
bed. She groaned in objection, wondering what he was doing as he
tugged at the bed covers. He grabbed her ankle and pulled at her leg.
She tried to kick out in protest, but he just grabbed her other ankle
and his grip was strong. Beth groaned again and tried to turn on her
side, but he held her firm. All she wanted to do was get some sleep.
What the hell was David doing? He pulled her legs open and scooted
forwards. She came fully awake when the large flat tongue licked up
her wet slit. Beth opened her legs wider for him as the tongue began
lapping at her vagina. Her sleepy groan of protest turned to moans of
pleasure. This was exactly what she needed and it had been awhile
since he'd gone down on her.
Beth bit her lip trying to fight it,
but her hips started humping up into that lapping tongue. She reached
out and grabbed handfuls of the mattress cover, her fists clenching.
It was shameful the way her body was reacting to David's incredibly
prehensile tongue. He'd never shown such eagerness before. Big hands
slipped under her thighs, grabbing and squeezing her butt cheeks when
she lifted herself off the bed. The hands moved over her hips and up
her sides, the rough hands caressing her breasts. She bit her lips
again when her throat started making mewling noises. Her belly was
undulating and she gave up fighting it, gasping out loud now, letting
her husband know how much she was enjoying this. The hands on her
breasts suddenly moved up. She cried out and came when he pinched
both her hard nipples. Her entire lower body lifted up into his
fantastic tongue before dropping back down to the bed.
The orgasm lasted longer then any of
her previous one, helped along by the pressure on her nipples. “Wow!
That was the best ever,” she whispered, panting from the
pleasurable exertion. David did something else unusual, he didn't
stop. His right hand moved down her body and between her legs while
his left index finger made little circles around her left nipple. Two
thick fingers slipped between the folds of her labia and pushed deep.
He started working the fingers in and out of her vagina while his
tongue flickered over her protruding clitoris. What had been complete
satisfaction a minute ago, turned to arousal again. Her hips rising
up into each thrust of his fingers. Another orgasm started growing
from all the stimulation. Sex had never felt this good. She couldn't
be mad at this man for his stupid bet or for not kicking his brother
out. All was forgiven. She had to reward him somehow and the only
thing that came to mind was for her to do the same for him, but
liberated women did not get men off with their mouths. The second
orgasm came and it was bigger then the last. She actually screamed
this time. His fingers felt better then his tongue had, they even
felt longer and thicker then his penis did. She collapsed back down
to the mattress and nearly passed out from the pleasure.
Beth came back to her senses, aware
that the same tongue that had given her so much pleasure was now
licking up the sides of her pubic mound. Both hands had returned to
her breasts. The fingers of his right hand, on her left nipple felt
wet from her vaginal fluids. Odd he'd used his right hand as he was
left handed? Big lips planted a kiss on her bellybutton, the tip of
his tongue wiggling inside and making her suck her stomach in as she
gasped. His tongue licked up the top of her stomach towards her
breasts. Two huge orgasms and her arousal came back almost
immediately from his skilled ministrations. She writhed in lust
beneath him as his body climbed over hers. Beth gasped in joy when
the broad lips clamped down over one nipple and sucked it in. Her
legs spread wide to receive her husband.
Deep down, she knew what was happening.
The weight on the bed, the wrong hand, the broadness of the
shoulders, the simple fact that this man knew what he was doing told
her this wasn't David. But the pleasure was way too intense for her
to make him stop and she blamed her groggy sleepy state. She did come
to her senses when the large head of his penis began to push past her
labia. Her vaginal lips parted wide around the head, opening wider
then ever before and the shameless muscles in her vagina began trying
to grip the head and pull it deep inside her. Beth's hands flew down
to the strong shoulder and she pushed hard. Titus didn't budge, but
she slid up the bed and away from the probing end of that thing
between his legs. She quickly squeezed her thighs together.
“What gives, baby?”
Beth flicked the sleep mask off and
looked in horror at the black man's hard face hovering over her
breasts. Everywhere under his broad flat nose was slick and wet from
her juices. “What are you doing?”
“Thought we'd fuck.” He actually
looked surprised that she was rejecting him. “You can't tell me
that you don't want to find out what a real man's cock feels like?”
“NO! I don't want a nig.. your thing
in me.” His eyes narrowed for a moment and the intensity of the
gaze made her shiver. “I'm married to your brother for god's sake.”
Titus pushed himself up off her with
his arms and she used the chance to squeeze her legs closed even
tighter. He slid his own legs up and straddled her thighs, his weight
holding her down. “That wimp ain't no brother of mine.”
Titus slid his way up her body. “What
are you doing?” she asked in alarm, staring with awe and a little
fear at how rampant his thirteen inch cock looked. Half the head was
wet from her vaginal fluid and the tip was dribbling precum onto her
breasts. He straddled and sat on her stomach, leaning over and
grabbing her hand cream off the nightstand. “What are you doing?”
she asked again.
“I gotta get off,” he said,
squirting lotion into both his hands and coating his shaft with it.
He tossed the hand cream aside.
Beth stared at the slicked up black
penis as Titus leaned forward so that the straight shaft rested on
chest. His hands were still slick with lotion when he grabbed her
breast flesh. “What are you doing?” she asked yet again even as
he squashed her breasts together with his fat black shaft wedged
between them.
“I'm gonna titty fuck these big
breasts.” Titus began working his hips, the well lubricated black
phallus sliding easily between her well cushioned white breasts.
“These things are built for titty fucking.”
Beth had never heard of such a thing,
but then there was no telling what the perverted minds of males might
conceive of to abuse women. She stared with fascination at his cock,
the giant plum head thrusting forwards only to disappear into her tit
flesh a moment later. There wasn't much to this and she wished he'd
just hurry up and finish so that he would go away. She did like
staring at his penis though and her neck was starting to hurt. She
reached out and pulled a pillow under her head to prop it up so that
she could keep staring at it. Surprisingly, her gaze left the slowly
thrusting dark shaft instead focusing on the large black hands
holding her breasts. Her breasts were a pale white and largely
unblemished but for the occasional freckle. There was something
captivating about the contrast of his dark skin on her pale flesh.
Beth stared at his hands, her eyes
following his thumbs as he arched them up and brought both down on
her nipples. His thumbs began circling her nipples, sometimes pushing
them down into her tits and other times just flickering back and
forth over them. Their sensitivity had her moaning almost instantly
and her arousal grew again. Her hips started raising and her eyes
moved back over to the thrusting black cock. Each time his cock
pushed forward, her hips lifted and for the first time, Beth started
picturing him kneeling between her legs pushing the huge cock inside
her needy pussy.
His cock shot up so far she jerked her
head back, feeling the tip scrape her lips. It came forward again, a
spattering of precum coating her lips. She reached up and grabbed his
arms trying to pull him back, but he was too strong and his cock kept
hitting her mouth. She kept it tightly closed lest she taste his
vulgar seed. The head was hitting her lips a little harder now,
smashing them against her teeth. Beth moved her hands up his arms,
noticing how bulging and hard his incredible biceps felt before she
moved her hands over to his chest and tried to push him back.
Instead, she encountered a hard muscular chest as solid as a brick
wall. Once again her eyes were drawn to the contrast of her small
white hands against his solid black chest. Instead of trying to push
him off, her hands slid across his chest, examining the lines of his
muscles. Titus chuckled and she jerked her hands off him in shame at
her behavior. Her hands stopped just above her breasts. Titus nodded
down to her, “You hold them together,” he ordered.
Beth eagerly obeyed. Anything to stop
his ministrations on her sexually charged nipples. When he stopped
though, she found she missed the sensations and her own fingers
replaced his, pinching and squeezing her erect nipples. Her hips
continued to lift with each thrust of his cock. A cock that looked
even bigger and more swollen then it had a short time ago. She stared
at it hardly noticing Titus turn his body slightly reaching behind
him until she felt his finger on her swollen clit. She jerked in
surprise, moaning, her lips parting enough that his urethra pushed
between them squirting precum into her mouth. Titus pinched her clit
and started flicking it with his finger just as he had done with her
nipples. Her mouth opened wider as she cried out in pleasure. This
time half of the rounded tip of his cock pushed past her lips, a jet
of precum shooting across her tongue. Beth was horrified, but it was
nothing compared to the horror that came next. Titus' finger left her
clit and she slammed her mouth shut, but then two of his fingers
pushed deep into her pussy, her mouth opening wide as she came all
over his fat fingers. His cock shot forward, the entire head entering
her mouth just as he came. Hot sperm filled her mouth until her
cheeks bulged out. Beth was forced to swallow it, gulping his hot
seed down her throat and into her belly. Disgusting, but it didn't
taste that bad at all.
Titus cock retreated, shooting a wave
of sperm over her face, more falling into her open mouth. Her vaginal
muscles suddenly clamped down around Titus' fingers and she came
again. This time when his cock shot forward, the head stayed in her
mouth, pumping several more mouthfuls of semen into her mouth. She
swallowed it with less reluctance this time, but she still didn't
want his seed in her mouth. Beth reached out to grab his shaft,
struggling to pull it away from her mouth, but he pressed forwards
every time she pushed it back which served to jerk more spunk out of
his cock and into her mouth. She swallowed several more mouthfuls not
realizing that he had quit thrusting his cock through her hands yet
she was still jerking all the cum from his shaft as she suckled on
the head of his cock. Then much to Beth's shame, her tongue licked
over the head of his black cock to get the last pearl of cum dripping
off the tip. When Beth realized what she'd done, she did yank his
cock from her mouth and turned her head sideways disgusted with
herself.
Titus gave her clit a final pinch and
lifted his weight from her stomach. He slid backwards. Beth thought
he was getting off her, but instead he moved backwards and worked his
way between her legs. He smacked his huge floppy cock down against
her crotch several times hard enough it stung her. Beth winced and
looked back down her body. His cock started hardening again much to
her shock. He scooted back some more and started bending the now
rampant shaft back towards her vagina, lining the head up for
penetration.
Beth came to her senses just as he
thrust his cock forwards. Instead of pushing into her vagina, it
encountered the back of her hand. “Hey what gives?” he asked
wincing a little as it had been a hard thrust.
“Get out,” she ordered.
“You don't want to fuck?”
“No, you pompous ass,” she growled,
pulling up and sliding over to the edge of the bed. “Get it through
your head that I do not want to fuck you. I don't even like you. Now
get out of my bedroom.” Beth was stunned by the look of disbelief
on the giant black man's face. He wasn't used to rejection. “We are
never going to have sex, Titus,” she said slower and calmer,
spacing her words out like she was speaking to a child.
“You don't want this?” he asked,
grabbing her hand and putting it on his shaft before she could yank
it back.
“Oh!,” she gasped, her body
trembling. It was sticking straight out from his body fully hard and
ready for another round.
“It wants you Beth. It wants you real
bad.”
“I don't want it. Your thing disgusts
me.”
His dark eyes roamed down her body.
“I've never seen a body like yours, tits, ass, legs, you're damn
near perfect. That body was built for big cock.”
She looked up his chest and into his
eyes. She fought to keep herself from trembling. Until now, David was
the only man to see her nude body and even he had never seen her this
hyper-aroused. “My body is perfectly happy with David's little
peni.. my husband's sma... penis is perfectly adequate for my needs.”
Damn him and his big black cock. Titus flustered her.
“Bull shit bitch!” He snorted. “I
seen the look in your eyes when you stare at my cock.”
“Get out.”
“Suit yo self, but since you got it
all hard again, how about another hand job?”
“No, I want nothing to do with your
big black cock.... I mean I don't want to ever see you huge penis
ever again or you for that matter.”
“Then maybe you should let it go.”
Beth looked down at her hand, gliding
up and down the thick shaft. Her arm had several sticky wads on it
from where his thing had shot little jets of precum. A part of her
wanted to fall down to her knees before her black brother-in-law,
jerk him off again, and aim his spurting black cock to cover her with
his seed before guiding it back into her mouth so that she could
swallow more of his cum. Instead, she let go and yanked her hand
back, leaving his cock bobbing and weaving.“Get out or I'm calling
David.”
Titus threw his hands up. “Don't do
that,” he begged. “Please don't tell David. He might hurt me.”
Beth realized he was teasing her, but
he did turn around and head for the door. Her eyes stared at the
giant cock until it disappeared. “Nigger,” she whispered when he
was gone. She ran to the door and locked it.
Beth turned leaning on the door and
fighting back tears. She'd always felt that crying was a weakness of
women. Instead, she brought her hand up to her face and bit her
knuckle, her anger growing. She was more mad at herself and her
bodies reaction to Titus then at the black man himself. Seconds
later, porn music came back on from the guest room and she could hear
Titus grunting.
Beth shivered, picturing him laying in
bed masturbating himself just a couple dozen feet from her. She
pictured him cumming. His huge cock blowing out sperm like a fire
hose. She could even smell his semen then remembered her face was
covered in it and it was starting to dry. She took her knuckle out of
her mouth and absentmindedly licked a large glob of his precum off
her arm before heading to her bathroom.
Beth showered and washed, but soon
found herself masturbating again. She squeezed her hardened nipple
almost painfully as she angrily fingered herself her mind filled with
images of Titus and his huge cock. She came, moaning loudly, hoping
he couldn't hear her in his room. Her anger at herself wavered and
she redirected it, not towards Titus, but towards her husband.
Why could he have been the brother to
inherit the big cock?
