Houseguest Update

The Unwanted House Guest Remastered

Copyright 2016 by Stormbringer

Note: This is a rewrite of my story “The Unwanted Houseguest” written way back in May of 2000. It has been read over one million times at one website with an average score around a 9 out of 10. The original was written at a time I was considering retiring and I wanted to write an ultimate cheating wife story. It had all the themes and elements including lost bets, blackmail, exhibitionism, voyeurism, the wife cheating with her brother-in-law, a black male, and threesomes. The story was to be my magnum opus before retirement, but I kept writing. It was also my attempt to codify the roll of the alpha male in my stories. It is both a fan favorite and hated do to the fact that the ending turned out just to have been a dream. That ending was not my original intent. My plan was to have Beth go riding off on the back of Steve’s motorcycle. This new version is a complete rewrite but follows the original plot. The interracial element had been turned up and new scenes added. More importantly, the much hated “dream” ending has been dropped.

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 for me?”

“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 after which 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. The five year old David had first believed the man had a giant eel hanging between his legs.

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 on the birth certificate. 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 her 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 than 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 husbands, jerk, we are equal partners in a marriage,” she told him.

“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 Titus had insisted on 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 the 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. Titus 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 was also 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 as far as the nipples on her rather oversized 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 wedding 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 finally 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. One 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 other’s 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 men like Gus and Titus Cetewayo. A few days, had turned to a month and Beth wanted nothing more than 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 a lot of career opportunities and Beth was forced to wait tables which she found somewhat demeaning to women 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 its treatment of women, objectifying them as sex objects, but David had bought them attempting 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 than 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 up, wondering why she’d suddenly become aroused. “I'm never putting your penis 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 including himself had a crush on as well as some hot moms of the younger girls. Titus’ penis 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, recalling the obscene bulge under the black man’s briefs. 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 she 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. “Let’s get this over with,” she said, her heart thumping rapidly from nervousness.

Titus smiled. “Let’s 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 nicely so that the Shorthose's thought he was joking and going to call it off. “Now seriously lil’ 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 “lil’ 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 lil’ 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 from his humiliation. 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 had been quite content to walk around the house nude for the first couple years of her marriage.

Beth was surprised to see her nipples jutting out about half an inch. She attributed it to 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 too 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 as sex objects. 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 them 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 firmly up and out, free of any blemishes. There was another stupid bell on the string above her butt crack. Beth rolled her eyes at the sexist clothing men came up with.

The bra was like the panty, but there was a sheer gauze that fell off it to cover her belly and the panty. The bra cups were too tight, worse than her regular 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 were 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 the top was so tight.

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 wore it very 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 than 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. Now 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 bells,” 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 to cover up with 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, Lil’ 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 his phone which was propped up 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 occasionally and wiped that hateful expression off your lovely face.”

Her eyes narrowed and Titus felt that a lesser man might wilt under that venomous gaze. “My expression depends upon who I’m 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 angrily into her eyes in a contest of wills. Beth won the contest. 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 the real deal. 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 up thrust 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 Lil’ 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 a lot 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 like she’d always expected, 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 seemed bigger then he remembered.

“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 its 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 than a foot. “Your thing is so BIG!” she blurted, staring at it.

“That thing is a 13” big black cock,” he told her smugly. “I call it “The Titan”. That is what a real man's cock looks like. You’re used to David’s little boy penis.”

“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 very big… I mean not as large as yours.”

“Beth... please,” whined David.

“Um, sorry honey, your little penis does just fine,” she explained.

“Don't worry lil’ 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 huge cocks,” he said, meeting her eyes. He moved his gaze down to her breasts and she followed his stare 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. Her nipples swollen and puffed out to their full inch length. 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-brother’s 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 picked up the phone beside him. It was aimed at her while he typed some buttons. He turned it around to show her the screen which displayed the stop watch feature. The running clock read 16:47. “If you can get it off in 30 minutes or less, Lil’ Davey can have the rest of the pot.”

“Shit!” said Beth, still not believing it had been over fifteen minutes. David could get erect, penetrate her, ejaculate, and be fast asleep 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 and then some. 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 our 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 when it dribbled out. 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 let go of 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 its 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 afraid some of his sperm might 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 dripping 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 tube 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, brothers 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 waste 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 its 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. That had been her best orgasm in years. 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 the 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 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 fifteen-year-old Titus a nigger too. The students watching the fight cheered Titus as the three eighteen-year-olds 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 flicked 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 feathered 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 a while, it's Christmas break for god's sake. You let him boss you around too 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 liquid. 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 stronger than usual. 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 or skill 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 than any of her previous ones, 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. Everything 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 than the last. She actually screamed this time. His fingers felt better than his tongue had, they even felt longer and thicker than 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 yet still 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 than 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 shoulders 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 her chest. His hands were still slick with lotion when he grabbed her breast flesh. “What are you doing?” she asked again even as he squashed her breasts together with his fat black shaft wedged between them.

“I'm gonna titty fuck these big white breasts.” Titus began working his hips, the well lubricated black phallus sliding easily between her well cushioned white breasts. “These mothers 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 so different from David’s chest. 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 while she stared at his penis. 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 cried out in pleasure and 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 the taste wasn’t 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 cheek bulging loads 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 like she was craving his seed. 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 that 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. She squeezed it tightly, so thick and hard.

“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 is built for servicing 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 small... 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 your 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. She didn’t even notice him pick his phone up off the dresser where it was aimed at the bed. “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 madder 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 lying 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 couldn't he have been the brother to inherit the big cock?

Chapter 2: Pool on New Year's Eve.

“Are you ready yet?” yelled David from the bottom of the stairs.

“Ten more minutes,” yelled Beth back.

“That's what you said ten min... oh never mind.”

Beth smiled. She was looking for a night out and uncharacteristically for her, she decided to show off a little. Beth stood before her mirror in her underwear, plain white Walmart bra and panties. She reached out and grabbed the little black dress. It shimmered in the light. She pulled it on over her head and reached behind her to zip up the back. She stepped into her heels and posed sideways. The dress was standard garb for New Year's Eve, but not something she'd ever worn before. It showed more cleavage then anything she'd worn previously and the hem was shorter then even her shorts. It stopped mid-thigh where all her other dresses covered her knees.

Beth leaned forwards and applied her makeup. She was a natural beauty and any sort of cosmetic was a rarity for her. She applied her lipstick then set it down. She'd already done her hair, curling it, the brown strands falling to the tops of her breasts. She looked stunning and was glad none of her college feminism professors could see her now. One of them didn't even believe women should shave their legs, let alone wear makeup and dress up for male oppressors. Beth thought she looked good and was dressing up for herself, but knew a lot of male eyes would be checking her out even Titus.

Titus! Beth flushed with shame just thinking of him. The last week had been quiet and she'd seen little of the black brute. She'd had to pick up a couple shifts at the restaurant and David had been home all week. Titus hadn't been around much, not even sleeping in his room most nights, but only stopping for a change of clothes. She was glad, not wanting him around after what had happened and especially the way her body responded to his presence. Her nipples would swell every time she saw him and her inner thighs would get damp. It was happening now, just thinking about him. “Damn,” she muttered, as her nipples and even the outline of her areola became visible under the dress. The sooner he left town, the better even if he was giving them free drinks tonight.

The Shorthoses were still struggling to make the mortgage payment since Titus had taken half of it during the poker game last week. That was why Beth had given up several days of her holiday vacation to work some wait shifts at her job this week. David was putting dinner on his charge card, but staying out until midnight and getting drunk was out of the question until Titus promised he'd hook them up with free drinks at his club.

“Beth, we have reservations... OH WOW!”

“Sorry, I took so long dear,” she replied smiling. Beth took the railing and began descending the stairs while her husband stared entranced up at her. His mouth was hanging open.

“WOW! All is forgiven. I don't care if we're late. WOW!”

“I take it you like?”

“Me like,” he answered nodding like an idiot. “I can't believe I'm married to the hottest woman in Miami.” David totally meant it despite Miami being second only to New York when it came to the number of modeling agencies in the city. Hell, a large section of Miami Beach was filled with topless beautiful women sunbathing nearly every day.

“Now David, please don't sexually objectify women,” she said. He nodded, looking embarrassed. Beth hated seeing all the female models in their skimpy bikinis posing for photographers on the beach and it was a constant sight. “Even if it is true,” she added and David brightened up. “You look quite dashing yourself.”

David straightened his tie and froze with one eyebrow raised like a male model. He was a decent looking man with an average build but a growing paunch. He did look good in a suit. David reached out and took her arm. “My lady, your carriage awaits.”

Dinner was fantastic and even though it cost more than David should have spent, she refrained from chiding him for it. They enjoyed each other’s company so well, that Beth actually started to look forwards to a little New Year's sex that evening. It has been a couple weeks since they'd been intimate just after her period when she often found herself horny. Christmas night sex was a tradition, but Titus had ruined that. She sipped her wine and thought of the fun they might have later that evening, but her mind kept picturing David with a penis as big as his brother's. She frowned unable to even picture her husband's small penis in her mind.

The club parking lot was already crowded. “What say we just have a one drink and then head home?” she said. Beth didn't care for the bigger clubs. She preferred her bars quieter and more intimate. “We can snuggle up on the couch and watch the ball drop on TV.”

“I'm cool with that,” said David, “but we shouldn't let free drinks go to waste.”

The club was big and crowded. There were four different bars and bikini clad women selling beer from large coolers scattered about. The dance floor was crowded with young people having fun. Titus was at a back bar already busy filling drink orders. An attractive woman was bar tending with him. She wore a tight half top that left her flat belly bare and when she turned her back had some sort of tribal tramp stamp. Beth rolled her eyes when she caught David checking the girl's stomach out. He had a belly button fetish and found any outfit that showed of a woman's navel sexy. The female bartender's bellybutton was pierced with a black spade pin.

Beth turned to punch her husband on the shoulder, but found he had turned his attention to another woman. This woman was dressed like Beth in a sequined black dress only hers was sluttier and like the bartender, her belly was on display. Her skirt was a little shorter too. The woman was lovely, but a little chubby. Her belly was flat but curvy. If she'd been seated there would be flesh rolls on her stomach, but standing she looked good. Her navel was pierced with a diamond stud. Her face was gorgeous if rounded with eye catching naturally red hair that fell halfway down her back. Her skin was pale like most red heads. Her breasts were enormous, G or GG Beth guessed and her rear end was quite plump.

She turned and leaned over the bar, her tits practically falling out as she talked to Titus.

The next thing that happened shocked both David and herself. Titus reached under the bar and handed her a jewelry box. He removed the top and the girl squealed in joy. “Did he just propose?” asked Beth.

“Maybe?” replied David, confused. The woman was stretching over the bar and hugging the giant black man. The skirt had ridden up her thighs and it looked like her butt cheeks might pop out.

“Good to see you bro,” said Titus, pulling back from the woman. She sat down while Titus strolled down to them. “What can I get you?”

“Just a couple beers,” said David.

“Want some shots?”

“No thanks. We may not stay long,” said David. “It's not our scene.”

Titus popped off the tops on a couple beers and left to wait on someone else. David handed Beth a beer and she quickly pointed to a booth that had opened up. They quickly took it and sat down across from each other. They tried to continue their conversation from dinner, but had to shout over the noise and were soon interrupted.

“Hi guys, I'm Ashley,” said the woman that had been hugging Titus earlier. She sat down a tray with three shots on it. “Shots of Jaeger,” she said drawing it out and scooting in beside David much to his surprise. She sat the box Titus had given her on the table and passed out the shots. “Cheers,” she cried holding hers up. They clanked their glasses together and swallowed them down.

“Friend of Titus'? asked Beth.

“Yeah, we met here a couple days ago.” She suddenly put her arm around David and leaned into him. “Are you really his brother? You two don't look alike.”

“Same mom, different dads,” said David.

Ashley's eyes flickered down to his lap and then back up. She withdrew her arm. “So you're David and you're...”

“Beth,” replied Beth. “No offense Ashley, but you don't look old enough to be in here.”

Ashely leaned forwards, “Sssshh! Don't tell anyone, but I'm only nineteen. The big guy got me in.” She nodded towards Titus.

“So what do you do Ash?” asked David.

“Oh, I'm a model.”

“You’re a model?” asked Beth.

“Yeah, I do plus sized shoots. They’re becoming more popular and it keeps me busy. What do you do?”

“Accountant,” answered David.

“And you?” asked Ashley.

“Waitress,” replied Beth. “You get a lot of work?”

“Yeah tons,” said Ash. “Made 300,000 this year. Got more work lined up for next year too.”

David choked on his beer. “Wow!” he exclaimed, still coughing.

“Lots of work for a plus size model if you got nice skin and look good in a bikini,' said Ashley nodding. “Well, I need a beer,” she said, standing up. “Be right back.”

Beth's eyes flickered down to the jewelry box. She wanted to know what was in it and she wanted to know badly. BBC Lover's Boutique, Miami, was on the lid. She wondered if she could take a quick peek. Her eyes moved up to David's and found him staring after Ashley. “You really find that attractive?”

“Well yes,” he replied. “She's not the hot fox you are dear, but that there is a lot of woman.”

“You don't think she's fat?”

“No, she's got some jiggle is all and in all the right places. Her thighs are a little plump. But the rest of her looks amazing.”

“Hmm, still looks a little heavy to me,” said Beth. Every male eye around Ashley was on her. A couple good looking young men even tried to talk to her.

“You know Beth, you really shouldn't objectify women,” said David repeating one of his wife's favorite lines. She gave him a glare back. “Men like all types of women. A woman with jiggle is sexy as hell. Frankly, I find the Victoria's secret models to be a little too skinny. Now you my love, are perfect.”

“Hi guys, got some more beers and some more shots.” Ashley sat another tray on the table.

David reached out for a shot of Jaeger, his eyes on her sexy belly. He handed it to his wife. The three clinked glasses together and downed the dark liquid.

“So Ashley, what do you got there?” said Beth, nodding towards the box.

The young model reached down and opened the box. Both David and Beth leaned over to look in. It wasn't an engagement ring, but a black spade pin almost like the female bartender was wearing. “Isn't it awesome,” said the young woman.

“Nice,” said Beth, “but honestly, I like the diamond better.”

“David, can you give me a hand with these?” asked Ashley.

“Wh-what?” he asked, eyes wide.

Ashley stood at the end of the booth so that David was staring right at her stomach. He fought not to stare at it. “Take the diamond out for me,” said Ash, working on the pin with the spade. David gulped, his hands shook a little as he reached out towards her navel. He could feel his wife’s eyes glaring at him. David unscrewed the top of the pin through a flap of skin above Ashley’s navel.

Beth frowned. She could not understand his fascination with women’s stomachs. He liked to plant kisses on her belly when he could and his eyes always glanced at any woman with her navel showing though he tried to hide it. He’d tried to no avail to get her to wear half-shirts or bikinis with low cut panties. She didn’t consider her bathing suit a bikini, though it was a two piece. The bottom just covered her navel and the top was more of a sports bra. David hated it.

Ashley handed him the spade pin. David tried to put Titus’s gift through her piercing, but he must have stabbed her. “I got it,” said Ashley, sucking her belly in away from the pin. She reached down and skillfully slid the pin through.

“That’s sexy as hell…OW!” David jumped as Beth kicked him under the table.

“I love it,” said Ash, framing her navel between her hands.

“What’s the Q?” asked Beth.

The new pin was a dangler. There was a black ball where the piercing went in and then a chain that dangled over her belly button so that you could see her navel where the diamond had filled it. Just under her navel was a white circle with a black Q centered in it. Another chain ended in the black spade.  The bartender’s pin had just been a black spade filling her navel. “Q for queen,” explained Ashely. “Queen of spades! Whooo! Shots to celebrate.” She turned and ran off to the bar.

David watched her plump bottom shaking as she walked to the bar, leaned over it and gave Titus a big kiss. “I’ll buy you a new car if you get that exact same piercing,” said David. Ashely stepped back and framed her belly for Titus. He nodded his approval. David thought a young man was eyeballing Ashley up, approaching her with two drinks in his hands, but he looked at her piercing then at the bartender and kept walking..

“I’m not getting my belly button pierced,” stated Beth. “Here comes the teenager with more drinks. You’d better slow down or you won’t be driving home.”

“Whoo hoo! Sex on the beach shooters y’all!” Ashley sat them down and slid in beside David.

“I think we’re past the point of me driving us home,” said David, clinking shots with Beth and Ashley.

“So y’all dance?” asked the model.

“I’m not much of a dancer,” said David.

“You and me then gurl.” Ashely stood and grabbed Beth’s wrist before she could object.

David watched both their asses this time as they walked out to the crowded dance floor. He grabbed his beer and followed them when they disappeared into the crowd. He silently sipped his beer watching the two women. Ashely was loose and wild, shaking her voluptuous body like a pro. Beth was more reserved, but much to David’s surprise, his wife tried to emulate the younger woman. He smiled, picturing himself in a sexy threesome with the two hot women.

David quickly lost his dislike of dancing when nearly half a dozen male dancers began to surround the two women. Ashley threw her arms around one and started really close dancing. Another guy grabbed Beth’s hips and tried to pull her rear end into his crotch, but his prudish loyal wife pulled away. David quickly inserted himself into the mix and started dancing with his wife. Beth was so delighted she started dirty dancing a little, grinding her rear into his crotch until he got a little stiffy. Drunk Beth was a delight! David became the center of attention when Ashley left one of her admirers and came in behind him. David found himself in the center of a hot chick sandwich and he loved every minute of it.

David and Beth had to rest for a bit and returned to their booth. He got them a couple more beers and Titus assured them that he would drive everyone home and he could leave his bike here. David walked back with the two beers, looking out to the dance floor for Ashley.

“You like the little slut don’t you?” asked Beth.

He saw Ashely. She was now the sandwich between two black men. The men had their shirts off and their muscular chests glistened with sweat. One’s sweaty stomach was rubbing against Ashley’s sexy belly. “No,” he replied a little crestfallen. He sat down in the booth. “After all, she is with Titus.”

“No accounting for taste.” Beth took a sip of her beer, wondering why she suddenly hated the woman.

“She is fun though.” David sighed. His good mood gone. “What can she possibly see in that big asshole?”

Beth thought of his huge cock sticking out under his muscular chest and stomach, gliding between her breasts, the head entering her mouth, filling it with his seed. “I’ve no idea,” she responded, repressing a shiver. Her good mood was gone too.

David flashed his wife a wry smile and downed his beer. He checked her beer to see if she needed another one. She was holding it. Her slim white hand wrapped around the brown bottle. It was as thick as “the thing” between his brother’s legs. He saw her hand holding Titus’ monster cock, jerking it off.

David repressed his own shiver as he remembered the thing hosing his wife down with that nigger’s seed.

“Whoo hoo, more shots,” Ashley sat a tray before them and slid in beside David.

“Last shots, okay?” David was already feeling a little sick from looking at his wife’s hand on the beer bottle. He’d been looking forward to some sex, but his penis had suddenly withdrawn into his scrotum.

“Party pooper. I’m going all night.” Ashley held the shot glass out and the Shorthoses raised theirs up to hers. “How about you Beth? Don’t tell me you’re done too?”

“I’m done,” replied Beth. “David and I will stick with beer.”

“Well you’re not done dancing? Titus won’t get off until close to 1:00am.

“Dancing sounds good,” replied Beth thinking she could burn off some of the alcohol.

“Hey guys, ten minutes to go.”

They sat and watched the clock countdown. The bubbly vivacious young beauty soon had their moods improving. Taste in men notwithstanding, it was hard to be in a bad mood around her. “Let’s go see Titus,” said Ashley with two minutes to go.

Titus grinned as they approached, pouring four glasses of champagne in front of him. The crowd started yelling.

10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1.. HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Beth leaned into David and gave her husband a smack on the lips. “I love you,” she told him, taking a sip from her glass.

“I love you too,” he replied.

Ashley was still leaning over the bar, her enormous breasts practically falling out of her top, lips locked with Titus. They separated. David actually reached across the bar and shook hands with his half-brother. Ashely hugged Beth and kissed her cheek. Ashley turned and gave David a kiss on the lips. Titus leaned over the bar to kiss Beth. She wrinkled her nose, but leaned up, trying to kiss him on the cheek. Instead, Titus grabbed the back of her head and pulled her lips down upon his, his tongue pushing into her mouth. Aghast, Beth tried to push his tongue out with her own, their tongues dueling against each other until he released the back of her head so that she could pull away. Her breathing was heavy and she felt flushed. Her nipples had popped out and her panties felt damp. She threw him an angry glare and turned towards David who was clinking glasses with Ashley.

“Whose up for dancing?” asked Beth, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I’m exhausted,” said David. “How long until you can take us home?” he asked the big black man.

Titus slid three more beers across to them. “At least 90 minutes.”

“Damn, that’s late,” said David. He was swaying now on his feet, but he took the beer.

“SHOTS!” yelled Ashley. “TEQUILA!”

“Last time okay,” said Beth.

“Don’t sweat it,” said Ashely. “We’ll dance it off.”

The three threw back the tequila Titus poured for them. “Come on girlfriend,” said Ash, pulling Beth towards the dance floor. David headed back to the booth.

Beth enjoyed the dancing and it did help sweat out some of the booze. Ashely danced a little closely to her for her comfort throwing her arm around Beth’s neck. It wasn’t long before one of the black men returned and Ashely moved away to dance with him. Beth felt hands on her hips. She smiled thinking David had rejoined her and shook her rear end back into his crotch. He pulled her hard against his bulge. It swelled when she wiggled her ass against it and it felt much larger the David’s penis. Beth pulled away, but her companion just spun her around and pulled her tight into him. She found herself looking up into the eyes of the other black man from earlier. His erection was pushing into her belly as he stared back into her eyes. His hands slid down from her hips and around to squeeze her butt cheeks. He bent his head and parted his lips to kiss her.

Beth put her hand on his chest and pushed him back. He released her, looking somewhat surprised. “Thanks for the dance, but I have to get back to my husband,” she told him.

Beth found David half asleep. His eyes were lidded and he was resting his elbow on the table. “Wake up sleepy,” she said. He sat up, yawning. “Don’t you dare conk out on me. I want to have some fun when we get home.”

That woke David up some. Beth rarely expressed interest in sex. “I’ll see if Titus is almost ready.”

“Almost,” was Titus’ answer while he pulled some beer glasses out of the dishwasher. “Let me get the tab and you can settle up.”

“Tab?” asked David, confused.

Titus slid it across to him. “Yeah, here you go.”

David looked down at the receipt. “This can’t be right. It’s $380! I can’t pay that. I thought you were hooking us up….”

Titus reached over and grabbed David’s shirt and tie, pulling him roughly so that he was leaning over the bar. “Don’t fuck with me asshole. Why the fuck did you buy all those shots if you couldn’t afford it. I’m gonna kick yo mutha fuckin little white boy ass.”

“B-b-but Titus? You said, you’d cover the tab.” David had gone white and his legs felt weak.

Titus’ grip on the shirt tightened and his lips curled up into an angry scowl. “Yeah, I did. Must have forgot.” His scowl turned to a grin and he released his brother. “Just fuckin with ya bro,” he explained, ripping up the tab.

“Ah,” replied David, his hands were shaking. “Good one.”

“Here’s your tips stud,” said the female bartender handing Titus a wad of cash.

“Thanks babe.” Titus took the cash and pocketed it. He grabbed the girl on the hips and pulled her in for a deep kiss. David watched her literally melt into him as he kissed her. “Happy new year,” said Titus when he broke the kiss.

“Happy new year,” she replied, licking her lips. David hardly noticed. His eyes were focused on her nipples which had suddenly turned very prominent while kissing the black man. Her eyes wandered down the big black man’s muscular body lustfully before she turned away to wait on some customers.

“Hey,” said Ashley coming up to the bar with the two black men. “Can I get a last round of shots, Titus. She looked at the men, both were fit and handsome. “How about Jaeger, I like my drinks dark.”

“This hot thang wit you bro?” asked one of the men.

“Yeah,” replied Titus. “But I’m heading out West soon. Ashley give both my homies here your number.”

“Good idea,” she said, holding up the shot. “CHEERS!” They threw back their drinks. “Let me have your cells and I’ll put my number in for you.”

David watched her enter her number into their phones and kiss both men. “I’ll get Beth,” he told Titus, returning to the booth.

Soon they were on their way home with Beth and David in the backseat. Ashely stuck her head out the window in the front seat. “HAPPY NEW YEAR,” she yelled at some people walking down Collins Avenue. “I want to party all night. HEY YOU! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

“I’ll keep you up all night,” said Titus, grinning.

“And I’ll keep you up all night,” she replied, sliding over and kissing him. He turned to kiss her back.

“Whoa, eyes on the road,” cried David. He noticed Titus had his arm around the young girl and was squeezing one of her big breasts.

Titus turned onto their street 30 minutes later and hit the garage door button on the car. The Shorthoses had a two car garage and the door went up. Beth’s car was on one side. “Hey, a pool table!” said Ashley, seeing the pool table they kept in the garage. “Can we play?”

“Sure babe,” said Titus. He parked the car behind Beth’s and the four people got out. “We’ll play couples. Beth fetch us some beer.”

Beth glared at him, but didn’t want to seem bitchy to Ashley so she went and got everyone some beer.

She returned just as David broke the racked balls. “Nice break, honey,” she said. He smiled back satisfied with himself.

Titus played well, but Ashely wasn’t very good. David sank most of the balls and finished with the eight. “One more game?” said Ash. She was swaying on her feet and her eyes were lidded. “Can I break?”

Ashely’s break barely moved the balls. She went over to sit down on a cushioned love seat near David’s tool rack. David sank a ball and missed the next one. He rubbed his eyes. They were bloodshot and he was swaying a little. Titus put a few balls in as did Beth. “Your turn, babe,” the black giant told the young woman. Ashely was spread eagled on the couch fast asleep, legs spread in an unladylike way.

“So much for staying up all night.”

“Amateur,” snorted David.

Titus took her shot and sank all his balls, but missed on the eight. Beth picked up the remaining balls and won the game. “I’d better put her to bed,” said Titus.

“We should all call it quits,” suggested Beth. David nodded.

“One more game,” said Titus. “I’ll be right back.” He walked over to the couch and effortlessly lifted Ashley in his arms.

Beth watched her husband swaying on his feet. “You sure you’re up for another game?” she asked.

David sat down heavily on the couch. “No,” he answered, “but it looks like I finally found something I can beat Titus at.” His words were slurred as he spoke. He had some other drunken traits such as holding his head down on his chest and the more he drank, the wetter his lower lip got until it started sticking out. He was doing both at the moment.

“Well don’t pass out on me, I want to break in the new year right.” Beth leaned in and kissed him.

“Whoa there, get a room,” said Titus returning with three more beers in his hand and a tray with 2 shots of vodka on it.

“Oh god, no more,” said David staring at the shots.

“Don’t wimp out on me, pussy,” said Titus. “I wanted to share a drink with my brother.”

“Easy for you to say,” replied David. “You haven’t been drinking all night.” He took the shot anyway while Beth looked on with disapproval.

“To my brother David. Thanks for putting up with me both when we were younger and letting me stay with you this winter.”

“Only because mom asked,” said David. He wanted to add that Titus hadn’t been a bother, but that was a lie.

“Well, as Ben Franklin said, “Guests, like fish, began to smell after three days.””

David snorted. The black man looked like a big dumb brute, but he was exceptionally smart and well read. “What does a fish smell like after three months then?”

“Touché! Here’s to you, bro,” said Titus clinking shot glasses with David and tossing the drink back.

David wheezed and shook his head for a moment. “Alright, my break.”

Beth decided to sit this one out. She sat down on a bar stool they kept around the pool table. David leaned over the table, lining up with the cue, and sent the white ball into a side pocket missing the break entirely. He collapsed over the table, gasping for air. “I think it’s bed time then,” said Beth. She stood and helped David up. “See you in the morning, Titus.”

“Hold on. We got a game to finish. You can take over for yo husband.”

Beth grimaced. She didn’t really want to spend any time alone with the arrogant pig even before the events of Christmas night and the next morning. On the other hand, the drinking and dancing had energized her and she wasn’t the least bit sleepy. Plus, she was actually very good at billiards and having a woman put the arrogant nigger in his place would be a good start to the year for her. “Alright, one more game. Let me put David to bed.”

“Want me to carry him up?”

“No, I’ll manage.” Beth led her drunk husband to the stairs and helped him climb up to the bed room. He stumbled enough that she wished she’d taken Titus up on the offer. She laid David out on the bed, pulling the tie off and loosening his shirt. She left him dressed, but pulled his shoes off.

Beth left her bedroom and passed by the guest room. She glanced in as she passed and then took a couple steps backwards to look back in. Ashley was laying on her back on the bed. Titus had removed her dress and left her in her bra and panty. They were very sheer and sexy, displaying the nipples and her wispy red pubes beneath the black material. The bra was small and her breasts were practically falling out of the cups. “I see it now,” she mumbled in admiration, realizing how attractive the young woman really was and why men liked a voluptuous body type. Ashley looked good and was worth 300 grand a year.

Beth returned to the garage to see Titus pouring some vodka into a shot glass for her. “I think I’ve had enough.” She stared at the tray. There were actually six glasses. Three in front of him already filled. He filled her last shot glass. “One maybe, but three?”

“Come on light weight,” he snorted, handing her the first glass. “I gotta lot of catchin up to do and I don’t want to drink alone.”

“Sine when?” she replied. She took the glass and threw it back. Beth gasped and shook her head to clear it. Her slight buzz turned her drunk quickly after that.

“Women can’t hold their drinks like a man can,” he said.

“Screw you.” Beth picked up the next glass. “I outlasted David didn’t I?” She held the glass up.

“Correction, women can’t hold their drinks like a REAL man can. Salute”

“Cheers,” she answered, swallowing the vodka. This time she wheezed and coughed. “Whew, no more. I’m basically just a wine drinker.” She patted her chest.

Titus sat the tray down. “You can break,” he told her. Titus watched her lean over the end of the table. Her cleavage growing as her dress hung down. Beth’s great ass thrust out behind her. Her legs looked great in the heels too. “Care to make this interesting?”

“A bet?” she said, straightening up and raising an eyebrow at him. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well, it looks like my date is done for the evening, so how about another hand job, assuming you don’t want to completely fill in for her tonight as my fuck toy.”

“Fuck you, Titus.”

“That’s a yes?”

“Yes, I mean no, that’s not a yes,” she said, angrily. Damn him! He’d put the thought in her mind again. Her kneeling before him, pumping that giant black cock in her hands. Her nipples had popped out again and she swore she could feel them throbbing with blood. “I want nothing to do with your big cock… your big penis… I mean “that thing” between your legs.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to make you all flustered.”

“I’m flot nustered,” she growled. “I mean flustered. It’s the booze talking asshole.”

“What about strip billiards then?” he asked. Her eyes narrowed at him. “We remove an item of clothing for each ball the other sinks.”

Beth’s vagina dripped at the thought of seeing his cock again. It wasn’t just her body reacting either, her mind wanted to see it again, just not to touch it. “Why would I want to do that?”

Titus reached in his pocket and pulled out the wad of cash. “If you win, I’ll pay your entire mortgage as my rent this month.”

“Hmmm,” she thought about it, but knew it was a bad idea. Still, she was good at pool and the thought of her running the game, standing clothed before an embarrassed and humiliated naked Titus made her smile. “What about the garage door?”

“Screw it, no one’s out this time of night and we need the breeze.

“Alright then, deal.” Beth glanced out on the street. One neighbor’s house was dark. The other didn’t even have cars in the driveway and she assumed they weren’t home. She leaned over and broke the rack. It was a good scatter, but none of the balls went in. “Damn,” she muttered.

Titus stood of the stool and walked around the table examining it for the best shots and there were quite a few opportunities. He leaned over and sank a ball. “One article.” He sank another with the next shot. “Two balls going deep.” He narrowly missed a third shot. “Shouldn’t have had that vodka,” he said frowning.

Beth gulped. She kicked off her heels and stood up. She examined the table. Beth sank two balls in quick succession. “Looks like I can go two balls deep too,” she replied and wondered why Titus appeared to find that really funny. He was wearing Docksides which he kicked off leaving him barefoot. She’d never noticed how big his feet were, like freaking sasquatch feet. Beth put another ball in and turned to Titus with a triumphant grin. He shrugged and grabbed the hem of his shirt, slowing pulling it up and off revealing his hard stomach, abs, and then his broad chest. She might hate this man, but his physique sure was impressive. Not that she was one of those that liked muscle men. She bent to make another shot and the shirtless Titus walked around to watch her. She glanced at his chest again and…missed.

“Bam!” he said, hitting and sinking a ball. “Bam!” he said triumphantly when the second went in.

Beth reached up and removed her earrings. “Hey, no jewelry,” he complained.

“It counts,” she said, setting her earrings on the side of the pool table.

His dark eyes roamed her body. She wasn’t wearing a necklace, no watch, and no rings other than her wedding ring. “Wedding ring doesn’t count then.”

“Fine, I promised never to remove it anyway.” After that, Titus turned and sank another ball. Beth stared at it in dismay. Up until now, she hadn’t really considered losing was a possibility. She reached behind her and unzipped the back of her dress, but before pulling it off, she walked over to the tray and threw back her last shot of vodka. “Whewwww,” she said drawing it out and shaking her head. The liquid courage traversed and warmed her body. Beth turned away from the staring black man. She didn’t want to look like she was stripping for him, so she let him stare at her back as she slipped out of the dress.

Titus saw that he didn’t have any more shots so he cheated. He reached out and tapped his stick on the table while dropping one of his balls in a pocket. “And there’s another,” he said as she was turning around. Beth stared in horror at first him and then out the open garage. She turned around again. Her hands fumbled with the hook in the back of her bra. “Let me get that,” said Titus. His hand grabbed the straps of her bra. “This bra is hideous,” he said. “A sexy woman like you needs sexy lingerie.” He unhooked the bra and stepped back.

“Thank y…” she started to say, then stopped realizing she was thanking him for making her topless. Beth was naked except for her panty. “There’s nothing wrong with my underwear.” Red faced, she walked around the table while he was deciding on his next shot.

“They’re rather plain.”

“They’re practical,” she responded.

“I see, they’re a hand me down from yo grandma.” He bent down and aligned the stick. Beth looked concerned at the shot he had lined up. It wasn’t easy, but it was doable. She hated women who used their bodies to manipulate men and she hated herself at that moment. She leaned down and noticed his attention raise from the ball to her large dangling breasts. He shot and… scratched. “FUCK!”

Beth smirked. She walked around the table. She had four to go to his one. His eyes were on her breasts the whole time and she felt her nipples harden even further until they physically ached reaching their full puffed out inch in length. Beth bent down, rear thrust out, nipples scraping the green felt on the table which sent spasms of pleasure straight to her vagina. She sank a ball.

Titus didn’t turn away when he unbuttoned his shorts. In fact, he was kind of slow pulling his zipper down. He opened the shorts. She stared at his crotch as he let his shorts fall down. The “thing” in David’s brother’s pants was swollen with blood, but not erect. His underwear was stretched out so tightly she could make out the veins on his big penis. She tore her eyes away from it, wondering why it fascinated her so much. Titus walked around the table lining the bulging white underwear up with her next shot. She stared at it behind her last ball. She grimaced when she totally blew the shot. “Well played, she thought.

Beth watched in horror as Titus scanned the table for the right shot to sink his last ball. He called the shot, a bank into the corner pocket. She hated doing it, but… “Darn, this Miami humidity has my nipples really hard,” she said. This time she actually hefted her breasts and pinched both her nipples while staring concernedly at them. Even Beth was shocked, by how much that triggered spasms of arousal in her vagina. Her crotch was contracting as hard as it did when she had an orgasm.

“Fuck,” hissed Titus, his stick barely moving the ball and scraping the felt.

Beth sneered and examined the table. Titus moved again. The thing straining his underwear had swelled even more. The white fabric was open at the top, his swollen cock bent, the plum sized head ready to push out to freedom at any minute. Her hands shook as she lined up a shot, the bulge beyond in her vision. She cursed herself and focused on the stick, the ball, and the hole. She shot. “Slam,” she said, mimicking him. Before he could move, she snuck around the table and made her next shot. “Slam.” One ball to go and… “Slam.”

“Hold on, missy. I gotta pay off the bet.”

Beth looked up from the table where she was lining up the eight ball. “What?” she asked, just as he flicked the front of his briefs down under his crotch. His huge cock sprang up free and then fell forward. It wasn’t completely hard, maybe 11 inches, but it stuck out, bent down slightly. “Wow,” she said, slapping her hand over her mouth when she realized she’d said it aloud.

Titus chuckled. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

Beth gulped. “It’s growing bigger,” she whispered.

“It likes it when sexy white women stare at it.”

Beth turned her head away from the elephant in the room or more accurately the elephant’s trunk in the room. No matter how many times she saw “that thing”, she’d never get used to its immense size. “Let’s finish this game.” She focused on the table. The eight ball was an easy shot; one she’d never miss in a hundred tries. Titus walked around the table, his cock bobbing before him. It was fully erect now. She ignored it. She shot and… Beth stood up straight totally surprised by the outcome.

“Good job,” said Titus, through gritted teeth. “Fuck! Fuck!” He watched Beth walk over to the edge of the table and sweep up the money. “Fuck!” he said again.

“Good night, Titus,” she told him, smiling. There’d be no extra shifts at the restaurant for her.

“Hold on there,” said Titus. “I want a rematch.”

“I don’t think so. David and I need the money.”

He walked over to his shorts. His cock still bobbed before him seemingly disinclined to deflate. He grabbed his shorts and reached in a pocket. “I’m willing to put it all up. I made $1200 in tips tonight minus what you just took.”

“Seriously! You make that kind of money and you haven’t offered to pay rent before?” Beth stared at him, but he just shrugged. She looked at the wad of cash, she’d need to work more than two weeks for that kind of money. She was almost too afraid to ask. “What do you want?”

“I want a blow job.”

“There’s no way that’s happening.”

“Why the hell not? It’s just a blow job and for this kind of money?”

“No!” Beth was stunned that he appeared genuinely surprised she didn’t want to put his penis in her mouth. “Why is it so hard for you to understand. I don’t perform oral sex. In my college feminism class, all my sisters and I vowed never to engage in that disgusting act of female submission to the patriarchy.”

“Bleh, bleh, bleh,” he responded. “I bet you let David go down on your pussy, but you won’t suck on lil Davey for him. That’s just selfish.”

“I’m your brother’s wife? How can you even ask me to do such a thing?”

“Easy, I want your lips wrapped around my big black cock. You think you’re so much better than me Beth, but let’s see what you think on your knees sucking on some nigger cock. David don’t need to know nothing. I don’t even consider him my brother, just the white wimp I grew up with.”

Beth stood staring at him speechless over his dropping of the “n” word and his feeling towards his half-brother. Her eyes roamed down from his face. His cock looked even more swollen then it had earlier almost as if it were as angry as he were. She pictured herself on her knees guiding it into her mouth and she shivered. Titus was right about one thing, David wouldn’t find out which meant when she beat Titus, she could keep all the money for some nice spending cash. “What about another hand job?”

“No, I want you on your knees sucking on the Titus’ big black titan.”

Her eyes moved back down to the swollen cock. “You can use my breasts then?”

“Sure I’ll titty fuck you again, but some other time. You gotta bob the chocolate knob or nothing.”

“Nothing it is. Goodnight.”

“Chicken. Not so sure you can beat me again are you?

Beth was almost at the door to the house. She stopped and turned. “I could beat you with my eyes closed.”

“Then put your mouth where my money is. Take the bet.”

She stared down at his cock again. A part of her couldn’t believe she was even considering it, another part of her wondered why she was hesitating. She was better than him after all. Beth walked back down the steps that led into the house and over to where she’d put the pool stick on the rack. She took it back down. “Fine then. I’ll take the bet and your money.”

“Great and I’ll take your lips, mouth, and throat.”

“I’ll take the bet on one additional term.”

Titus was reaching for a chalk cube. “And that is?”

“If I win the game, I get your money and you move out of the house tomorrow and David and I never ever see you again.”

“Wow Beth, you must really hate me.”

“You have no idea Titus. Is it a deal?”

“Just put some of that hate into your cock sucking when I win. You rack and I’ll break.”

Beth walked over to the tray on an unused stool. Her hands were shaky as she reached for her last shot of vodka. She threw it back, not wheezing or coughing this time. She looked down at Titus’ last shot glass and considered downing it too, but let it go. She walked to the rear of the table and racked the balls.

The naked black man placed the cue ball on the table and leaned over lining up the stick. His break was powerful pocketing two high and one low ball. Titus smiled and called the next shot. It went in. He called his next shot. It went in as did the next one. Beth began to sweat, staring in disbelief as the last of his balls were pocketed leaving her with six on the table and the eight ball in a perfect place to shoot it into a corner pocket. Titus stood and stretched his neck, cracking it. He leaned backwards, his cock dangling like a fat spoiled banana. He held the stick behind his back and lined it up with the cue ball. Then he seemed to think better of showing off, stood back up and took the shot. The eight ball went down. For a brief hopeful moment, Beth watched the cue ball close on the hole, but the angle was off and it stayed on the table. She’d lost without even getting a turn! “Son of a bitch,” she whispered. “You snookered me?”

“Played a lot of pool on base during my six-year stint.”

“What have I done?” she asked, her eyebrows raised as she stared off into space.

“Nothing yet,” said Titus, “But it’s time to fix that.” He laid the stick down on the pool table and walked around to her side. The large banana penis slapped back and forth from thigh to thigh slowly swelling with blood and rising upwards. It was sticking out before him, but angled down when he came to a stop before her. Titus reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders, their weight grew, forcing her down.

Beth fell to her knees on the cold cement of the garage. She found herself staring down the shaft of Titus’ reinvigorated cock. She vividly recalled him thrusting the thing between her breasts, the head emptying multiple loads of his seed into her mouth. Her tummy rumbled. She looked away from it and up the black man’s hard muscled belly and chest and into his arrogant eyes. Her pussy squirted. It wasn’t just the thought of willingly taking a man’s penis inside her mouth that disgusted her about oral sex. It was the thought of kneeling submissively before a man and servicing him for his pleasure alone that she hated. Now she was on her knees, kneeling before her over muscled brother in law with his huge black penis poised to enter her mouth meekly acquiescing to his masculine authority was both everything she’d feared it would be and much to her shame, it also felt natural. Her pussy squirted again.

Beth looked away from him in shame and embarrassment. She found herself staring out into the dark. The garage door open so that anyone walking down the street could look in and see her humiliation as she kneeled nude, but for her panty before a well-endowed naked black man. “That thing will kill me.”

“From now on Beth, it’s a cock. It’s not a “thing” or a penis, it’s a cock, a big cock, or a big black cock. Real men have cocks, wimps have penises.”

“Fine,” she answered. “Your cock is too big. There’s no way it will fit in my mouth.” Titus was right. You don’t suck penis, you suck cock and Titus had a big black cock. David had a penis. Something small, white, and less than six inches hard was a penis. “What do I do?”

“Imagine you are chalking the end of a pool stick with your tongue.”

Beth reached up and grabbed his shaft. She stared at the big bulbous tip of his cock with trepidation as she sat up while pulling it down towards her lips. You’re just chalking a pool stick with your tongue, she thought taking his advice. Beth stared up at him as her tongue flickered out and twirled around the tip of his cock. He looked down at her triumphantly, an arrogant smirk on his lips. Looking up at him from her position made him look huge like a giant or like his cock’s namesake, a titan. Precum squirted across her tongue and she immediately wanted more. Her tongue licked faster, covering all over the bulbous dark head, licking his urethra, the underside and the flare of his crown. Beth stretched her jaw wide and took the head in her mouth, sucking the tip while her tongue continued polishing his knob. She bobbed her head over the end of his cock for a while. This wasn’t too bad, but her jaw was stretched open to the point it ached.

“Try taking some down your throat,” ordered Titus.

Beth pushed forwards, the huge head pushed into her throat and scraped her uvula. She felt herself choking and pulled back, gagging.

“Damn, you really suck at this,” he grunted out. “Should have practiced on Lil Davey so at least you’d have the motions right.”

“You’re thing is just too big,” she said, between coughs.

“My what?”

“Your cock is too big.” Beth turned her mouth towards the wet head of the huge cock. “I don’t see how anyone could swallow this monster.”

“Ashley can manage about ten inches and I’ve known some bitches that can kiss my pubes.” He looked down at her staring down the length of his thirteen-inch shaft with skepticism. “Just relax your throat.” Beth started with the head again. “The Titan’s gonna make you choke. When you feel it coming, quit for a bit and jerk it off while catching your breath.” Titus felt her snort, the air from her nose striking his shaft. She pushed forwards and another inch of his thick shaft disappeared into her mouth. She bobbed her head over the end several times. On instinct, her hand came up under his scrotum and she started kneading his nut sack. It made his cock jerk and she gagged again.

Beth listened to him and jerked his cock off while trying to catch her breath. “Her other hand massaged her throat. “You’re so thick.”

“No excuses. I thought you could handle it. Try talking dirty when you’re not sucking.”

“I’m not going to talk dirty,” she informed him before licking around his cock head. She took the end back in her mouth and soon the head was pushing a little deeper down her throat. Her left hand returned to his balls while her other hand started twist jerking his shaft a little faster.

“It’ll help get my balls churning if you talk some shit. Like you did jerking it off the other night only make it hotter and dirtier.” Titus’ phone was lying on the edge of the pool table. He picked it up and started fiddling with it.

Beth pulled back, coughing into her hand. Nearly five to six inches of his shaft was wet with her saliva. She was close to halfway and the head had felt like it was in her stomach. “It’s impossible,” she muttered watching her hand gliding up and down the shaft, gaining traction as it slid along the lubricated part. She looked up at him and found herself staring into his phone. Rude to be checking his email while she sucked his cock, but then he was the most obnoxious narcissistic man she’d ever met.

“You’re just worthless.” Titus could see the hurt in her eyes through the video camera on his phone. “You can quit and I’ll get Ashley to finish sucking me off. Bitch knows her way around a cock.”

Beth sat up straighter, staring down his shaft. “It’s impossible,” she said again.

“What’s impossible?”

“Sucking your big black cock. I want you to cum for me. I want your cum.” The words seemed foreign coming from her mouth. “P-please cum for me so I can taste your seed again.”

“You better try harder then.”

Beth took a deep breath and wrapped her lips around the end of his cock. She bobbed her head, taking another inch with each forward thrust. She felt a thrill of triumph when her lips reached halfway down his cock, but was forced to pull back and catch her breath.

“Just give up already,” he stated flatly. She looked up at him, still looking in his phone.

“No, I can do this. I want to make you cum again. I’ve never sucked a real man’s cock before.” She wrapped both hands around his shaft, jerking it as fast as she could. “Your cock is so big and black.”

“Not like lil Davey’s sissy prick?”

“N-no, my husband… is small… pathetic... compared to your big black cock. David isn’t a real man like you are Titus.” She swallowed his cock down again. It felt bigger, the dirty talk was working.

“At least you’re trying,” said Titus. “I’m starting ta feel it.

Beth put more into it. She sucked half his shaft rapidly now and she was lasting longer. She pushed forwards again and found three quarters of dark cock meat was down her throat. She pulled back and jerked his shaft off rapidly with both hands, looking up into the phone. “I’m going to make this big black cock cum,” she told him. “Pay attention to me, asshole.”

He looked away from the view screen and brought up the stopwatch feature. He turned it around for her. “Just timing you,” he said. The screen read 19:34. He turned it back around, the video was still running. “If you can get me off by 30, I’ll let you have all my tip money anyway.” Titus watched her swallowing his cock through the screen and then much to his amazement, she swallowed the whole thing, her lips pressed hard into the pubes. “FUCK!” he grunted loudly. “No one’s done that on the first time.” She rested her hands on his hips then let them slide up over his hard stomach, so manly and ridged compared to David’s. Once again the contrast of her white hands on his black skin appealed to her. The races shouldn’t mingle, but it was still a sexy sight. Beth looked up at him, pulling back a few inches and then kissing his pubes again a few times before she was forced to take another breather. She smiled up at him in triumph and swallowed his cock again. Titus held the phone down at his side, but still aimed at her while he watched her go to town.

Beth pushed deep and pulled back several times sucking the full length of his shaft, but it wasn’t easy and she didn’t think she could get him off quickly like this. She released his cock again. “I want your cum so bad, Titus. Why don’t you cum for me? I know this big black cock is dying to fill my white mouth with it’s seed.”

Titus growled. “Damn Beth, you just might be a natural at this.”

His words filled her with joy. Beth sucked over a third of his shaft while jerking the remaining shaft with both hands. His cock was getting bigger, harder to suck, but she now knew it was close. Beth pulled back. “How’s my time?” She swallowed him whole again before going back to suck jerking his big black cock. She stared up at him. He turned the phone around and showed her the timer, 31:25. He shook his head negatively. Beth didn’t slow down though. His cock grew some more forcing her to pull back until just the head was in her mouth. She jerked his shaft off with one hand while her other hand went back to kneading his scrotum. His heavy balls were shaking and then they started bucking at a rapid pace. Her hand felt the semen racing up the shaft and then it exploded in her mouth with such force, it shot out around her mouth, dribbling down her chin. Beth gulped and then gulped again. Last week when he’d cum in her mouth while titty fucking her, she’d been surprised that his seed didn’t taste bad at all. This time, she found him delicious. The hot ejaculate filling her mouth was almost addictive and it only made her want more. He was cumming so fast now, she couldn’t keep up and Beth had to release his cock. She was rewarded with a face full of jism. Beth bent the spurting monster away from her face and received several blasts on her tits. “Hmmm, it’s so good Titus,” she moaned. “I love the taste of your seed.” She jerked some more blasts onto her tits before pulling the cock back up to her mouth. “So much cum for me. You like having your big black cock cumming all over your brother’s wife?” She swallowed the head and jerked out a few remaining shots of sperm into her mouth.

Titus stopped recording and put the phone down. “You got me off Beth, you can quit talking dirty.” Beth’s cheeks turned red and she let the cock fall from her mouth. She had a strong urge to lean forwards and kiss the big head, but resisted it. She had talked and behaved like a slut and didn’t feel good about herself at the moment. “I owe you an apology, Beth. You’re a great cocksucker. Next time, I’m sure you’ll do even better.”

Beth finally released the base of his shaft and stood up. “Don’t call me that,” she said.

“But you really enjoyed yourself?”

“I hated it and there won’t be a next time. I only did it because I lost the bet after you hustled me.”

“In my defense, I really wanted a blow job. Just like last week, I really wanted you to give me a hand job so I added the fourth queen from the deck while you an lil’ Davey were in the kitchen.”

Beth stepped away from him, staring at him in horror. “You… NIGGER! I don’t want anything to do with you or your big cock. I hate it and I hate you.”

Titus stood, towering over and Beth felt her legs tremble. He raised his finger to her. “Call me that again and I’m going to throw you over my knee and spank that fine white ass raw. “And we both know; you’re lying about hating it. I gave you several chances to quit, but you only tried harder.”

Beth opened her mouth to speak then closed it. She didn’t have a good answer to that other then she took his belittling of her as a challenge. Beth just turned from him and grabbed her bra and dress. She found herself holding her clothes and staring out into the darkness from her lit up garage. Titus walked up behind her and placed his hands on her hips. “You have an amazing body Beth, the best I’ve seen on a woman.” He caressed her sides. Her skin was slick as was his, covered in a sheen of sweat in the hot Miami night. “You should dress sexier. Show off this hot bod.”

“A woman should be judged on her mind and talents, not for her figure,” she replied. Titus pulled her back against his chest and she felt his reinvigorated monster cock press against her back.

“But why should you hide your body because of men? Why can a man go topless in public, but not a woman? I think you like showing this body off.”

“No, I don’t,” she answered. It felt good being held in his arms.

“You felt sexy in the Christmas lingerie and I think you enjoyed having David and I staring at you. I think you’re enjoying being semi-nude right now.” He kissed her shoulder and stooped. His hands grabbed the hem of her panty and pulled them down her shapely legs. Beth didn’t object and stepped out of them. Titus stood up, but hunched over so that his cock was pushing between her ass cheeks. He reached around and slid his hands up over her tits. They were wet with his semen. He rubbed his seed into her already hard nipples. Beth moaned and pushed her ass back into his cock. He pulled his ass away so that his cock fell down. Titus stooped some more and pushed his cock between her thighs. Beth looked down at the end of the huge shaft sticking out between her legs as he slowly moved it back and forth along her slit. She pushed down against it and moaned again. “Look world upon the nude form of Beth Shorthose,” whispered Titus in her ear. “This is a real woman.”

Beth shivered and moaned. His shaft pulled back disappearing from between her legs. He stooped again, the fat head of his cock probing against her labia. She was soaked and already opening for him.

Her body on display, his fingers skillfully pinching her nipples, and the probing head of his monster cock was too much for Beth. She opened her stance and pushed down onto the head, feeling her labia opening for it. She came! Her fluids coated the head, dripping to the cement before he’d even fully entered her. The cock head pushed up, her pussy trying to suck it in. She wanted it in her. Just before he penetrated her headlights appeared on the street.

Beth jumped forwards in alarm and ran deeper into the garage. Titus turned and slowly followed, his huge shaft bobbing as he leisurely followed her not particularly caring about the car. Beth squatted behind the pool table. “Get down, you fool,” she told Titus. He kneeled in front of her while she turned and peeked over the table. The car turned into the driveway across the street. Her neighbors were home! Beth watched the car turn off and suddenly felt Titus cock back between her legs. He’d bent his cock down and was sliding it back along her slit. “Stop,” she hissed. He didn’t and she turned her head back to look over the table. The neighbor couple were laughing and heading into their house. They sounded drunk. Beth pushed her slit back down on his shaft several times. The head found her opening again and Beth was pushing down on it, trying not to moan as the neighbors entered their house and the lights came on. Almost getting caught had brought her back to her senses and she sprang up off his cock now that the neighbors were gone.

Titus stood too and grabbed her hips. He lifted her up on the pool table. “No Titus, we can’t have sex.”

“If that’s what you want, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have a few more orgasms.”

Beth found herself laying down on the pool table, hands tightly wrapped around some pool balls which were close to the size of the black man’s testicles while Titus’ skilled tongue wiggled its way into her pussy almost as far as David’s penis could reach. She screamed a little too loudly as his tongue brought her off and then she started whimpering when his long thick fingers took over. Her hips humped up into his fingers like a wanton slut until she came again, soaking his fingers and the felt of her pool table. “Oh my god,” she gasped, coming down from the intense pleasure.

Titus stood and poised the tip of his cock back up against her pussy lips. He pushed the tip against them. “You sure you don’t want this?” he asked.

Beth hesitated so long, he took her silence as a yes and started to push. The head had almost fully penetrated her when she finally said, “No. I admit I’m curious, but I can’t do that to David.” Titus grunted and pushed the head fully inside her. Beth squealed and she almost came again but he pulled it out. NO! Fuck me! Fuck me! Take his big black cock. Her body pleaded her mind. “Sorry,” she told him. “I’ll… I will blow you again if you’d like.”

“Some other time.” Titus worked his wet fingers around his cock and then used them to scoop up even more of her vaginal fluids to further coat his shaft. Beth wondered what he was doing until he squeezed her thighs around his shaft and began fucking her like that. He seemed in a hurry to get off again, bucking his hips rapidly. His shaft slid over her pubes, thrusting up over her belly. His balls began slapping her thighs and her vagina. The slap slap slapping was hard enough it stung, but the combination of pain and stimulation made her cum again. Beth cried out loudly and hoped the neighbors couldn’t hear as her juices sprayed all over the black man’s heavy scrotum. She came three more times over the next twenty minutes before his cock erupted shooting a strong spray of sperm from her face down to her ribs. Beth opened her mouth and held her tongue out, luckily catching a large wad in her mouth so she could taste him again. She realized she did want to blow him again at that moment.

Titus pulled out from her thighs, jerking the last of his sperm onto her body. He sprayed more on her breasts and enough on her belly that a pool formed in her navel. Her aimed the head down at her pubes and squeezed the last few strands into her pubic hair.

Titus stepped back and retrieved his phone. “It’s late and I got a hot redhead waiting for me in bed. Ashley wanted to start her year off taking a black cock in every hole,” he said, pretending to check the time while snapping several photos of her sperm covered body. “See you in the morning.” He grabbed his clothes and left without even helping her up.

Such a disgusting man, she thought. Beth was exhausted and struggled to rise off the table. Pools of white cum were all over the felt and on the cement. She was dripping with his seed and the smell filled her nostrils. She walked back to the front of the garage where there was a coiled hose and spigot. She turned it on and stepped out onto the driveway. Beth held the hose away from her watching a large blob of thick sperm sliding down her belly. She scooped it up with her fingers and brought it up to her mouth licking all of it off. Asshole, she thought. He was right about her. She had enjoyed sucking him off and she hadn’t wanted to quit when he told her she could. She brought the hose up and shivered as she tried to get all the sperm from her body. She looked over at her neighbors. Their bedroom light was still on. Titus was right about that too. She was starting to like showing off her body. Standing outside nude was exhilarating. Ever since wearing the lingerie the other night, her normal clothes and practical underwear had started feeling constrictive.

Beth turned the water off. She was dripping wet and still had stringy sperm all over her, but at least she wouldn’t be dripping cum all over the floor. She grabbed some paper towels off a work bench and cleaned the white pools off the green felt on the pool table and then cleaned the white spots off the cement. Satisfied all traces of Titus’ cum was gone, she grabbed her clothes and headed upstairs to shower off the last of his semen.

Beth didn’t want to use the master bath for fear of waking David. The guest bath was across from Titus’ room. As she neared the room, she heard loud moans and slurping sounds. The door was open and the light was on. As she passed, she glanced in the room and froze. Titus was on his back with Ashley now nude, laying on top of him facing the other direction. She was going to town on his cock, sucking and slurping it for all she was worth. Titus was pulling her plump ass back into his face sucking on her pussy with as much gusto. Beth had seen this position performed in David’s pornos before and thought it disgusting. After all, Titus’ nose was practically in the young woman’s ass. The girl may have been nineteen, but she was sucking on Titus’ cock like an old pro, like she knew how good the black man’s cum tasted and she was craving a bellyful. Beth hated her at that moment. Ash suddenly reared back and cried out, grinding her ass back into Titus’ mouth. God, did that nigger sure know how to make a woman orgasm.

Beth turned away and stepped into the shower. The sperm had dried and was easier to get off with a wash cloth this time. She soaped her body and washed her hair, unsure if a stray wad had made it that far. She grabbed her clothes and didn’t bother dressing. She exited the shower and froze again. The scene in the bedroom had changed. Ashley was now bouncing in Titus’ lap and she looked beautiful. Beth understood why the men found her so attractive. She was plump, but not fat, and her skin was still young and smooth without rolls under her belly. Her huge breasts were flopping up and down. Titus grabbed them and squeezed holding them still. The young woman bent down and dangled them in his face so he could suck her engorged nipples. Her areolae were large, about the diameter of a can, but her nipples weren’t very long though they were thick. Again, Beth was struck by how sexy the skin contrasts looked between the black man and the white woman. They looked better together than any of the couples in David’s pornos. “UNHH! I’m cumming all over your big nigger cock! AAAAAHHH!” cried Ashley throwing her head back, but Beth saw herself astride the big black man cumming all over his huge cock.

Beth turned and left. She found David in the position she’d left him. She loosened his pants and pulled them off, but just unbuttoned the shirt. His belly stuck out slightly, his chest pale without the hint of a muscle anywhere. She sighed and pulled his underwear down. His penis had withdrawn into the scrotum making him look even smaller then normal. She reached out and tugged on it, stretching it out and watching it swell a little. Beth was filled with guilt over what she’d just done with her husband’s hated brother. A thing she’d never done for poor David. She laid down between his legs and took his limp penis in her mouth. Swallowing the whole thing was nothing. She felt him harden completely. The head only reached her uvula and it didn’t stretch her throat out in the least. She started slowly sucking.

“Hmmmmm,” he moaned in his sleep.

Beth bobbed her head more rapidly and within five minutes, a small wad of sperm shot down her throat. She pulled back so she could taste him in time to get a few drops across her tongue. It was runny and bland. A weakling’s sperm compared to the rich thick semen of the black man’s. Still, Beth wanted it inside her. Despite her many orgasms, Titus short penetration had only left her pussy needier. She was developing an itch that needed to be scratched, but it was far beyond where David’s penis could ever reach. She kept sucking hoping David would stay hard, but his penis just withered and shrank until it plopped out from between her lips totally spent from a five minute blow job.

Beth got up and walked to the bathroom to wash her mouth out with Listerine. She wanted to remove the bland taste of his weak seed from her mouth. She spit the mouthwash out and returned to her husband. “Harder! Gimme that big black cock,” screamed Ashley from a few doors down. Beth found her feet heading towards the door of the bedroom and back into the hall. She peeked back into Titus’ room. This time Ashely was on fours while Titus fucked her hard from behind. “So good, so good,” she was mumbling. “I’m cumming again.” The young woman apparently came so hard, there was a loud farting sound from their crotches. Her head fell into her arms, ass thrust up into the air. “Titus please,” she begged. “You know what I want.”

“I know slut, I know,” he answered. Titus pulled his hips back. Beth could see his shiny rampant cock, dripping with Ashley’s cum. He grabbed the shaft and lifted it up above her pussy, pressing it down. He gritted his teeth and pushed forwards.

“Shove that big nigger cock in my ass,” cried Ashley.

Beth stepped back and put her hand in her chest in shock. Ashley was letting the black man sodomize her and not only that, she had begged for it. Beth had always refused to even watch an anal scene in a porn, leaving the room when one came on. It was totally disgusting and she’d never believed real people did it. “Yes, god yes, fuck my ass,” groaned Ashley from the room. Beth quietly stepped back and returned to her bedroom, slipping into bed beside David. She listened to more grunts and moans and cries of pleasure for the next half hour. Ashley even sounded like she came once from being sodomized.

Finally, Beth fell asleep to more weird dreams. She was playing pool with Titus, only he was standing behind her playing with her nipples while she used his cock as a pool stick. It was as long as a pool stick in her dream. At some point, she was miniaturized running around the pool table trying to dodge the balls which were all pitch black 8 balls.

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Beth was still dreaming when the sun shined through her window. Now she was outside and nude rinsing herself off with the hose. Only this time, it was broad daylight. Her neighbors pulled up, but instead of going inside they came over to talk to her. The man and woman were Frank and Joan, in their forties, but fit and good looking. They both admired her nude form under the hose which was more of a shower then a flow of water. “I didn’t know you had such big tits, Beth,” said Frank. He reached out and grabbed one, running her hands over her body. “Feel these honey,” he said. Joan grabbed her other breast. “Nice, firm, but real. I’m impressed.” “Thank you,” said Beth. Both stepped into Beth and started kissing her while running their hands all over her nude body. “You really need to dress to show off this hot body,” said Joan before kissing her on the lips.

Beth smacked her lips in her sleep. It tasted salty. Joan disappeared and Frank pulled out his penis, only it was a cock and it was as big as Titus’ and as black to. She licked the head, tasting the precum on the tip. It started pushing into her mouth only it was real and Beth opened her eyes. She looked up at Titus in horror. He was naked, his cock mostly hard, sticking out, but bent slightly down. Thankfully, she could hear David snoring behind her. She raised her eyebrows up at him.

Titus bent down. “Ash needs to get home soon. We need a ride back to the club.”

“Fine, just get out of here before David sees you.” Beth watched him go and then climbed out of bed. She walked over to her bath and took a quick shower which immediately made her feel better. She dried off and walked back into the bedroom nude. David opened his eyes and whistled softly, groaning in regret at the noise. “I had the best dream last night,” he said. I dreamt you woke me up in the middle of the night and sucked my cock.”

“Well it must have been a dream,” she told him. Beth considered telling him the truth, but it had been so unrewarding that she didn’t want him to expect it again. “And it’s a penis, David. Don’t be crass.”

“Sorry,” he groaned. “How much did I drink last night? Can I borrow your sleeping mask?”

“Sure,” she replied, handing him her mask. “I’m giving Titus and Ashley a ride to the club. I’ll be back soon. Stay in bed, you look horrible.” She pulled on her running pants which hugged her fit legs and ass more tightly then she would have preferred. She pulled a flowery top on over it.

“Hey you don’t look that great either. Your cheeks are all puffy.”

“See you soon, David,” she replied while he put the mask over his eyes. She pressed her finger against her cheek as she left the room. They were puffy, but it wasn’t from drinking. She left her bedroom.

“FUCK ME TITUS!”

My god they’re at it again, thought Beth. The bathroom door was open and the shower running. She walked by and stopped. Ashley’s breasts were smashed against the shower glass door and Titus’ giant dark form was behind her giving it to her hard. Her belly kept pressing against the glass every time Titus pushed deep and her dangling spade belly button piercing hit the glass with each thrust. “Oh god, love black cock. I love your black cock. Own my pussy, lover.” Her eyes opened and she saw Beth through the door. “Hold on there stud,” she said. Ashley opened the door. “Morning Beth, care to join us? Titus looked over her shoulder and raised his eyebrows invitingly.

“Uh…no thanks,” said Beth.

“Too bad,” said Ashley. “More for me.” She closed the door again. “Fuck me balls deep, nigger.”

Beth was shaking as she walked downstairs. She brewed some coffee and was halfway done her cup when Ashley and Titus came downstairs. She was dressed in her two-piece dress from last night, but it was obvious her boobs were bouncing freely. Titus was wearing a white tank top that left his muscular arms bare and tightly hugged his chest. He was also wearing sweat pants and his giant banana cock appeared to be swinging freely.

Ashley sat in the passenger seat while Titus spread out in the back seat and seemed to be napping. “Thanks for the ride,” said Ash. “I had a great time last night.” She reached over and placed her hands on Beth’s knee. “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but I was hoping you might be into girls too.”

“Sorry, no,” Beth replied. She looked down at the hand on her knee and Ashley withdrew it. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that,” she added. More than half her feminist sisters had been lesbians and every one of them had expressed interest in Beth. One even claimed it was her Sapphic duty as a feminist to spend an evening with her. She’d been rather heavy and butch, not as attractive as Ashley.

Ashely reached down and picked up Beth’s phone from between the seats. “Here’s my number. Give me a call if you change your mind or even if you just want to go clubbing. We could call those two hot guys we were dancing with last night.”

“You’re forgetting I’m married.”

“Oh, I thought David was cool. Oh well, I might just have to call those guys myself. We’d make one hot Oreo cookie.”

“Is there anything you won’t do?” asked Beth.

“Nope, I do whatever makes me happy and feels good. I’m a liberated woman.”

Beth turned the car into the South Beach area of Miami. She felt confused. Ashely’s behavior was certainly not what her professors or sisters would have called a “liberated woman”, but were they wrong?

“Oh by the way,” said Ashley reaching into her small purse. She pulled out her wadded up sheer underwear. “Titus wanted you to have these. He thinks you need to dress sexier like a real woman.”

“Uh, that’s not necessary.”

“It’s nothing,” said Ashley, men buy me underwear all the time and I get to keep some that I model.”

“Here we are,” said Beth turning into the club and pulling in beside Titus’s motorcycle.

“Thanks again for the lift,” said Ashley opening the door. “And give me a call if you want to have some fun.”

Titus sat up. “Yeah thanks, Beth.” He slid out the door.

“Wow, she does not shut up,” whispered Beth watching Ashley throw her arms around the giant black man and give him a deep kiss. She turned and walked to a nearby car. Titus straddled his bike and started it up.

Beth turned the car and headed home. She’d never felt more confused in her life. Ashley and Titus were making her question her entire world view and she didn’t like it.