Story status update

 Just a quick status update. 95% of my writing gets done on Mondays. It's my only day off alone and I usually devote a couple hours to getting some writing done. Unfortunately, I have a job that can force me to come in on my leave day and work. This upcoming Monday will be the fourth in a row that I have been forced to work. I've also put in some 11-12 hour shifts that have eaten into some of my other free time. I'll peck out a few sentences when I can, but don't expect many story updates anytime soon. It won't take too much work to finish Dani's story in Mothers and Sons before moving on to Wendy. I just need to find the time. I might get a little bit this upcoming Friday, but no promises. 

Mother's and Sons Update with some inspirational pics.

 

Wendy galloped out on stage, pretending she was riding a horse. She was the cowgirl to Dani’s Indian. Wendy took off her cowboy hat and waved it at the crowd. She was naturally blonde with bright blue eyes. Her skimpy black bikini glistened in the light and covered a body every bit as amazing as Dani’s. She appeared taller, but was wearing heeled cowgirl boots, the heels making her legs look better than Dani’s. Her nipples had hardened, poking out the thin plastic triangles covering her large tits. As she galloped past, Dani realized her bikini was simply made from a cut up garbage bag. The flimsy plastic tightly hugged her body including her now hard nipples. She was very fair skinned. Her breasts were proud and firm, larger than Dani’s by an inch. Her legs were fit and stood out in her heeled boots. Her ass was a firm bubble butt and completely on display, the garbage bag twisted up into a string disappearing between her ass cheeks.

The crowd roared and Wendy took her hat off and waved it for the crowd.

The contest came down to Dani and Wendy.

“Let’s hear it for Danielle!”

Dani stepped forward, holding her hands out and raising them to encourage louder applause. It worked and the applause turned her pussy into a faucet.

“And Let’s hear it for Wendy!”

Dani stepped back as Wendy stepped forwards. She already suspected Wendy was going to beat her. This wasn’t a beauty pageant, this was about sex appeal, and the one with the bigger tits was probably going to win it. Also, the one that showed her tits was definitely going to win. Wendy cupped her hands under her huge chest, her nails “accidently” tearing into the garbage bag. She ripped her top open, her breasts falling out. They were perfect. The crowd screamed. Wendy pursed her lips, holding her palm over her mouth in a fake “whoops” pose. It was clearly fake as Wendy didn’t bother covering her breasts when she stepped back beside Dani.

Dani glanced down at the crowd, her eyes meeting Neils. He was motioning for her to lift her top up and show her tits. She frowned and looked away.

“And the winner is… Wendy Whiteman.”

Dani smiled while politely clapping as Wendy was presented with a sash, crown, and an envelope with the $500 prize in it. A good looking man pushed is way to the front of the crowd and tossed a black bikini top on stage. Wendy reached down grabbed it and tied it on. Some in the crowd booed as she covered her tits.

Dani was presented her own sash and $250 in cash.

**********

An hour later, Neil was well on his way to spending all her winnings. She pulled low cut jeans on, but Neil had insisted she keep the bikini top on. It had gotten her into the bar without being asked to show her I.D. They were playing pool. She stepped back watching Neil sink a ball. She raised her eyes and scanned the crowded bar. Her eyes stopped mid sweep, moving back towards a man standing at the bar, a black man, and he was staring back at her with piercing dark eyes. She met them, held their gaze for a fraction of a second that felt like an eternity before she shyly glanced down.

“Your shot,” said Neil.

Dani nodded and walked around the billiards table, looking for a shot. She bent over, lining it up, hit the ball, and sank it.

“Nice shot,” said Neil.

She agreed. She wasn’t going to win this or any game against her boyfriend. He was good. She got lucky  and sank a ball sometimes.

“Play the winner?” The voice was deep and commanding. Dani looked up and saw the black man. Her pussy gave a little squirt. Danielle was not attracted to black men, but this guy was pure man. She was taller than Neil by a couple inches, but she had to look up to the black man. He was probably around 6’2” and over 300 pounds, but none of it fat. He was pure muscle, clearly a bodybuilder, and close to her age. He was dark-skinned with African features that Dani did not find attractive. Yet he gave her a half smile half smirk that made her nipples grow again and damped the panty of her homemade bikini.

“Sure,” said Neil, glancing at the tray the man was carrying. “Those for us?”

“Yeah,” said the man. The tray held three shots of tequila along with the salt and sliced lemons that went with the shots. “Flex,” said the man.

“Neil, and this is my girlfriend, Dani.”

“Nice to meet you,” said the black man.

“Flex?” asked Dani, taking her shot off the proffered tray.

“Shane, but everyone calls me Flex.” He held his right arm up and flexed his muscles. His bicep was huge. His waist was thin, expanding out into a broad chest. A white tank top tightly hugged his overdeveloped body. “I’m a competitive bodybuilder or at least trying to be.” She liked a fit man, Neil was quite fit, but bodybuilders were over the top muscular, and Flex was over the top. Still, he was the manliest man she’d ever seen and her body was responding to his masculine presence. Her eyes also noticed a wedding ring on his hand.

“Where’s your wife?” she asked.

Flex smile-smirked at her again. “Back in our room. We’re having a baby and she needed to rest.”

“Congratulations,” said Neil. He sank the eight ball, winning the game.

Dani sat down nearby and sipped a beer while watching her boyfriend play the giant black man. Flex was good, but Neil was better. “Let’s say the loser buys another round of shots,” said Flex.

“You’re on,” said Neil. He sank a couple balls before missing the next shot. Flex sank one, but scratched. Neil ran the table and expertly called the shot on the eight balls.

“Guess, I got the next round,” said Flex. “Be right back.”

Neil and Dani were playing again when he returned with three more shots of tequila. They tossed them back. Dani’s head suddenly turned heavy. She wasn’t used to drinking much more than beer. “Another game?” asked Neil, sinking the eight ball while Dani still had four balls on the table.

“Gladly,” said Flex.

“Last game okay,” said Dani, sitting down. “I want to get some dinner and go back to the room.”

“Sure babe,” said Neil. He looked up at Flex. “Same bet?” he asked.

“No, no more shots,” said Dani.

Flex looked over at her. “Wanna make it more interesting?”

“Like what?” asked Neil.

“Hundred bucks,” said Flex.

“You’re on,” agreed Neil.

“Hey, that’s the last of my winnings,” complained Dani.

“Yeah, so if I lose, we aren’t actually out any of our own money and I’ve got a better then 50% chance of winning.”

Dani just sighed and headed off to the bar. She swore she could feel the black man’s gaze on her ass as she walked away. A few men at the bar offered to buy her drinks, but she refused. She returned with a glass of ice water, hoping to water down the alcohol in her stomach to avoid a hangover in the morning. More importantly she wanted to be sober enough to get laid that night. Her pussy had been soaked since the bikini contest. She hoped Neil hadn’t had too much, he was prone to getting whiskey dick. Neil had a triumphant grin on his face when she got back.

“Look babe,” he said, holding up $200.

“You won?” she asked, thrilled he hadn’t lost her money and hoping they could leave for their room.

“Yeah, I won,” said Neil.

“To be fair, I lost the game,” said Flex.

“He put the eight ball in,” explained Neil.

“I would have won otherwise,” said Flex.

“Oh you think so big man,” said Neil.

“Yeah, I think so,” grunted Flex. “Another game, double or nothing.”

“Rack’em”

“Come on Neil,” begged Dani.

“Just get us some more shots, honey,” said Flex, pulling a twenty out of a wallet full of cash and handing it to her.

“Goddammit,” grunted Flex, snapping the pool stick as she returned.

“HEY! Careful with the sticks,” yelled the bartender.

“He sank the eight ball again.” Neil took the shot from her as did Flex. The two men downed them. Neil was swaying a little, a sure sign he’d had too much. He held out his hand and Flex pulled four fifties out of his wallet. “These games are getting too rich,” he complained.

“Don’t want to go again?” asked Neil.

Flex slowly looked up from his wallet. “Come on Neil,” said Dani.

“Double or nothing?” asked Flex.

“You’re on,” said Neil.

Dani sighed, but watched intently as Neil sank ball after ball. “Looking good, babe,” said Neil.

“Fine, but this is it.” She scanned the balls. It looked like Neil had one more ball before he could go for the eight. Flex had four still on the table.

“Last game, huh?” said Flex. “I was just getting warmed up. Wanna make this even more interesting?”

“Like what?” asked Neil.

“You win, I’ll throw in two extra hundreds,” said Flex. Dani’s eyes widened and she looked at Neil. If her boyfriend won, they’d be leaving with a grand. He would have turned her hundred-dollar winnings into a thousand. That would pay for this trip and give them something extra.

“And if I Iose?”

“Dani gives me a blow job.”

“What?” asked Neil.

“Fuck you,” said Dani, angrily.

“Alright. I’ll fuck you if I win.”

“Slow down,” said Neil.

Flex smirked. “If you win you leave with a thousand bucks. I win, you keep the $400, but your girlfriend gets to find out what sucking a real man’s cock is like.”

“There’s no way I’m sucking a bl… you off.” Dani glared angrily at the black man, but suddenly all she could see was herself kneeling nude before him, his huge hands wrapped around the back of her head pulling her forwards as he thrust a rather large penis in and out of her mouth. She’d blown Neil before, but he’d been rather passive, sitting back in a chair while she bobbed her head in his lap. “Neil?” she asked. “You can’t possibly be thinking about it. The answer is no. N-O.” Her eyes fell down to the black man’s crotch, eyebrows shooting up when she saw the sizable bulge under his jeans.

“No, of course not, babe,” he said.

“What’s a matter?” taunted Flex. “Afraid you’ll lose the game or your girlfriend? You’ve heard about going black haven’t you?”

“Shut up,” said Neil.

“Come on, Neil, let’s go,” she pleaded.

“Leave and you forfeit this game,” said Flex.

“Let’s just finish.” Neil sat down beside her and watched Flex chalk up his cue.

“Alright,” said Flex. “Same deal only all she has to do is give me a hand job.”

“What?” asked Neil, sitting up.

“Yeah, that’s no good,” said Flex, pausing to think. “You win, you get the money. If I win, I get the money and a hand job.”

“No,” said Neil, shaking his head.

“Damn right the answer’s no,” agreed Dani, putting her arm around her boyfriend.

“If I win,” said Neil. “I get all the money. If you win, I still get to keep the $400 that I’ve won so far.”

“And your slut jerks me off?”

“Yeah, Dani will jerk you off.”

“No,” said Dani removing her arm from around his shoulders. “I’m not yours to bet.” Her cheeks were starting to flush with anger. If she hadn’t been so horny she would have refused him sex she was so mad.

“Look babe,” he said, leaning in. “I can take this guy. I’ve won every game so far.” She just gave him a “What the hell are you thinking look”. “Come on babe, I’ll split the money with you.”

She furrowed her brow. “So, we split the thousand?”

“Yeah. And if I lose, we split the $400, but I ain’t gonna lose.”

“No,” she said. Neil looked disappointed. “If you lose, I keep all of the $400.” One hundred of it was her left over winnings from the bikini contest anyway.

“Come on, I want some of it,” he complained. She just arched an eyebrow. “Fine. I’m not gonna lose.” He turned to Flex, patiently standing and watching them. “It’s a bet,” he said.

Flex turned to her. “You agree?” Dani nodded her agreement. “I want you nude.”

Again, she pictured herself kneeling nude before the black man. Her hand gliding up and down a really large black dick. The size of his phallus had grown since her last fantasy. Her nipples were rock hard nubs, scraping against her bikini top. “No deal,” she said. She didn’t trust the black man and Neil wouldn’t have been able to stop him from raping her if he wanted.

“Your bikini then, Wet Beaver.”

Dani’s cheeks flushed so dark she knew the black man could see her blushing through her tan. “Fine,” she agreed. Flex winked at her and turned his gaze to the table. “But Neil’s not going to lose,” she said, just as Flex was lining up a shot.

Neil lost.

Flex ran the table, calling every shot and expertly sinking the eight ball. “Now that’s what I’m talkin about,” he muttered in triumph as the black eight ball disappeared in the pocket.

“Fuck,” said Neil, starting to feel he’d been hustled.

“Fuck,” said Dani, drawing it out longer. Her eyes were staring out onto the crowd unfocused, not believing what she was about to do.

“Let me go clear up my tab and we can head to your hotel room,” said Flex, gathering up the money on the table. He turned and headed to the bar.

“Asshole,” said Dani, punching her boyfriend in the arm.

“Ouch!” Neil rubbed his arm, his eyes on the black man, trying to get the bartenders attention. “Let’s get out of here,” he whispered.

“What?” asked Dani.

“Come on,” said Neil, grabbing her arm. He hadn’t run a tab and they were free to go.

Dani realized her boyfriend was trying to run out on the bet. “Wait,” she said, standing. “He’s got my $400!”

“Shit,” gasped Neil. “We’ll forget about it. Your only out a hundred and you didn’t even have that a few hours ago. Let’s go.”

Dani nodded. Neil pulled her into the crowd which was unfortunately swelling as a fresh influx of bikers filled the floor. They weaved their way through the throng as quickly as they could. Luckily, their hotel room was right across the street. They made it to the exit, pausing as some bikers rode past. Neil said something, but she couldn’t hear him over the roar of all the motorcycle engines. She hoped the noise wouldn’t go on all night. This was kind of fun and dangerous. They would laugh about it later. She decided Neil was going to get laid that night. They crossed the road.

Neil opened the door to the lobby.

“I got that.” A Large black hand grabbed the door above Neil’s head, holding it open for the two of them. No, for the three of them. Flex walked in behind them. “Nice place,” he said, surveying the lobby.

Dani felt the color drain from her cheeks. Neither she nor Neil said anything as the three of them got in an elevator and rode it up to the third floor. Neil used his card to open their door.

“Nice,” said Flex, surveying their room. His eyes fell on the King-sized bed in the center.

“You’re not really going to make me go through with this?” she finally asked.

“A bet is a bet,” said Flex. “You were going to keep my money weren’t you? Look babe, I got something to relax you. Dat a balcony?”

“Yeah,” said Neil. They’d gone out there when they first arrived in their room earlier that day and watched all the bikes going up and down the street.

Dani followed Neil out onto the balcony. There were two chairs and a table in the center. She and Neil took a seat. Flex followed them out, pulling his tee shirt off over his head. She couldn’t help staring at his chest. It was as close to perfection as she’d ever seen. There was nothing about him she found attractive, his dark skin, African features, nor his over-muscled body, but all together it worked. Flex was a sexy man. It was August, hot and humid. Withing minutes, his dark black skin had a sheen to it. Her pussy gave a sudden spasm.

Flex reached in his pocket and pulled out a little bag with some pot in it and a pre-rolled joint. He removed the joint, placing it between his broad lips, lighting it with a lighter he removed from his pocket. Flex took a couple puffs to get it going, holding his breath on the last puff. He handed it to Dani.

“No thanks,” she said. She wanted a hit, but didn’t want to place her lips where the black man’s lips had just been.

Neil was less inhibited. He took a long drag, holding it in until he coughed. He held it out for Dani and she gave in taking a hit. It was good stuff. She felt the buzz wash over her, relaxing her. She took another hit when it came back to her. The marijuana relaxed her, but it also made her horny. It was an extra layer of arousal on top of an already arousing day. She sometimes wondered if her grandfather had cursed her with the name “Wet Beaver”.

She smiled lazily, her eyes staring at Flex’s face as he took a hit off the joint. She swept her eyes down his glistening perfect chest to his jeans. He was still standing, his monstrous bulge eye level with her. She stared at it, the bulge taking form. She could see the outline of a thick shaft and a long serpentine head. Two round bulges the size of tennis balls pushed out his pants between his thighs.

It moved.

Dani reached out for his pants, staring at her fingers fumbling to unbutton them. The bulge was squirming, growing. She pulled his pants open, lowering his zipper. The snake reared up thrusting out at her, mouth wide open, sharp fangs dripping a white venom.

She jumped in her seat.

Flex chuckled. “You alright there?”

Neil was looking at her too. His eyes were lidded and he was smiling. His eyes followed her gaze to the black man’s crotch. He frowned. His frown deepened when his brain registered the size of the man’s bulge.

“I’m fine,” she said, shaking her head to clear it. The snake had been more a hallucination than a daydream.

Outline for Mothers and Sons

 1) Being forced to work my day off this week so no updates.

2) I want to plug Doberman again. I absolutely love these. If you follow them closely, they tie in together, have crossover characters. Many have your basic sex story theme. The latest update is the couple hitting a homeless black man with their car and taking him home theme.

Diana. Episode 6 - Naughty Machinima

3) Here's my plans for Mothers and Sons. I could use some ideas for the accidental "mix-up" hook. Spoilers for the base plot follow.

Opening: Two sex stories featuring each woman's encounter with alpha males impregnating them. Haven't decided on the males, but leaning towards Flex and Gus Cetewayo. One will probably be a "pool bet" story and the other a simple "the boyfriend sees a the huge cock of the BM in the restroom and the BM talks him into inviting him back to their room to smoke dope" story.

Interim: Danielle's grandfather sees her black baby and declares him to have the spirit of York, Clark's black slave whose prowess has been passed down in oral tradition. She names him York. Wendy's son is Magnus Maximus (Roman emperor like all Gus' sons) or Max. The boys go to school together and are happy to see another dark skinned boy in the school. The mothers meet and become close friends with the boys growing up practically brothers. The women have the big cock itch. They agree that every Sturgis, one will watch the boys while the other goes off looking for big cock. Wendy's more uncontrollable and disappears the entire week. The next year, Danielle goes first for her fix, returning so that Wendy can take the rest of the week. At some point, Danielle gets a hung Native American boyfriend for six months with him hitting on and fucking Wendy at some point. Sadly, he's a drunk and drug abuser and ends up getting arrested.

Late in Senior year, the boys are 18 and still virgins. They both finally get some white girls to date them. The last day of school, York gets and handjob from his girlfriend. She's scared of his cock, but ready to give him her virginity when she gets back from a summer vacation in a week. Max gets a hand job from his girlfriend in the gym which turns into a blow job. They're caught by the Coach. Everyone knows he's hung from the showers, but the Coach hasn't seen it erect. He takes him to his wife for detention. She's a teacher and mad as this is the last day of school and everyone wants to start sumer break. She can sees he's shocked and asks him what's wrong. He tells her what happened. She can't stop staring at Max's crotch and needs to see it. She offers to finish him off, sucking him while her husband secretly watches from the window. The Coach wants to see his wife fuck the black boy. The teacher wants his cock now. They plot for Max to mow her lawn over the summer and secretly fuck her not knowing the her husband is down with it. 

The boys go home thrilled they're finally going to see some action and are surprised by their mothers telling them they're leaving the next day for the Jersey Shore to spend the summer. The boys are disappointed. The mothers have reached a point where they're dying for some big cock and want to spend some time at a place where there might be more hung black men. 

Act 3: Three of them get a job at a boardwalk pizza place which includes a beach bar. Danielle bartends. Max buses tables and his mom is a waitress. York gets a job in a beach shack renting rafts and umbrellas. It pays less, but he's surrounded by women in bikinis all day. Work keeps them busy, but the moms accept a few dates with regular men for the company and free dinners. Over the 4th weekend, York gets home from a date and finds his "Aunt" Wendy in the hot tub at their rental. There's a crowd at the pool. He joins her wearing only his underwear. She's a little drunk and stares at his bulge. They talk with his lamenting how his date left him hanging with his dick so hard it hurts. She feels bad for him accidentally grabbing his bulge. She pulls his cock out, jerking him underwater, commenting on what a man he's become. She sucks him, but some people approach. They sneak into the pool shed. It has bathrooms, a sitting area, and towels. They lock the door and she finishes blowing him and then fucking him. She feels guilty having fucked Danielle's boyfriend and now her son, but she loves his cock. They want to keep it up, but can't risk getting caught. Danielle agrees to teach Max basic bartending after the bar closes. They grow closer hooking up in the dark restaurant. Maybe she just jerks him off, his huge cock turning her on. The next day, they're walking home in the dark, he wants more, but she's reluctant. He pulls her into the dark pool building and kisses her. She blows him and they fuck. She feels guilty, but loves Max's cock. The pool building becomes their secret meeting place for sex. Meanwhile, York has keys to the beach shack and laid out some rafts with towels on it so that he and Wendy can keep up their affair. 

The boys may or may not see some side action with vacationing young women. 

Act 4: Finale. This is where I could use some ideas. Basically, there's a mix-up and the women end up fucking their own sons in the dark. I was thinking one mom borrows the others shawl on a cold night and a son thinking it's his Aunt's shawl, slips a note inside. The problem is in the age of smart phones they would just be texting each other to meet. They could be on a joint plan, having the same phones, mixing their phones up and texting their own mothers. Anyway, Wendy gets the message to meet York in the Pool house. Not surprising since that's where they first hooked up. Danielle gets a message to meet Max in York's beach shack. Both are pitch black. Before Danielle can ask how Max got York's keys to the shack, he's kissing her and they're fucking on the raft bed. Wendy is riding Max's cock in the pool shed. They forgot to lock the door and someone opens it flipping the lights on just as they are both cumming. She yells at him to get the fuck out, looking down into the stunned face of her son just as his cock finishes shooting the last of his cum in her. Danielle and her son are holding hands walking down the beach, telling each other they want to keep this up when they get home. There's some confusion. He thinks she sounds like his mom. He uses an expression her son uses, etc. They embrace and kiss just as the moon comes out from behind a cloud revealing their identities. She flees in horror.

Epilogue: They leave the beach for home. Everyone is silent. Maybe there's an argument with the women accusing the other of fucking their sons. The first night in a hotel. Danielle and York are talking. He's telling her how much he enjoyed it, she's blushing and embarrassed. They hug and he gets hard. He kisses her and puts her hand on his cock, she starts stroking him. Meanwhile, Max thinks this is stupid and now that the cats out of the bag, they could all be getting laid. He wants to switch places with York so they can each spend the night with their Aunts. He goes to the next room and sees York fucking his mom from behind. He strips and feeds her his cock. Wendy gets impatient and goes next door watching the thrreway, saying she wants that the next night. Her son returns in the morning and climbs in her bed.

Home, they keep fucking. York finds his girlfriend is dating another guy and gave up her virginity. She now wants his bigger cock and they fuck. Max checks in with his teacher finally fucking her while the Coach watches. Come Christmas the moms give their sons motorcycles and the boys announces that with the Spring thaw they're leaving on a road trip. Lonely, the moms turn to each other for sex using black dildoes. They discuss moving somewhere there's black dick and Wendy suggest Miami having bought a dildo from the BBC Lover's Boutique. She mentions they have a webpage for the Bull Pen with hung black men offering their services. They agree to move while they are still young and great looking. They get some bulls. As winter approaches, they get a call from their sons announcing they are on their way to winter with their moms. It ends with both mothers laying in bed holding hands, listening to the sound of two motorcycles approaching from down the road.

Mothers and Sons Begining

 

MOTHERS AND SONS

Copyright 2021 by Stormbringer

A South Florida Universe Story

 

Danielle Bordeaux and Wendy Whiteman were both blacked on the day they met competing in a bikini contest during the Sturgis motorcycle rally in August of 2002.

 

Wet Beaver

Danielle didn’t want to do the bikini contest, but let her boyfriend talk her into it. The twenty-year-old beauty was no stranger to pageants. She was Miss Teen South Dakota when she was seventeen, but that was a beauty contest and a bikini contest was purely about sex appeal. This bikini was also lot skimpier than the one she’d worn at the Teen USA pageant.

Neil had picked out the tan bikini for her and insisted she sew dangling leather straps from the cups and the panty and beads into the material. He added a headband with an eagle feather sticking from it to complete her Indian princess outfit.

“Danielle Bordeaux hails from right here in South Dakota. She is part of the Rosebud Sioux and proud of it. Everybody, give this sexy squaw a squawk,” said the announcer through his microphone.

Danielle put on her best pageant smile and strutted out on the stage. She hadn’t wanted to do the bikini contest, but once committed she gave it her all. The crowd went wild, hooting and hollering for the raven-haired beauty. Danielle was roughly 25% Native American, her grandfather was full blooded and her grandmother half Lakota. Her parents on her mom’s side were Caucasian. Danielle favored the white man, but had long luscious dark black hair that fell down to the small of her back. She was fair skinned and blue eyed, but her rounded face, high cheek bones, and especially hair looked very Lakota. She did tan easily, looking more Native American during the summer than winter.

“When Danielle was six, she was fishing on a beaver dam when she slipped and fell in,” said the announcer. Danielle’s cheeks started to flush. Luckily, she had her summer tan and her blushing cheeks weren’t as evident to the crowd. The announcer continued, “Danielle was given the name- And I’m not kidding- Wet Beaver!”

The crowds roar grew louder, as burly bikers raised the glasses up saluting her.

Damn you, Neil, she thought, maintaining a fake smile for the crowd. She’d told him her Lakota name in confidence. He’d gotten the story slightly wrong. It had been a beaver den, not a dam. The sticks had collapsed beneath her weight dropping her into the den. Her grandfather, Pierre Bordeaux, called Wambleeska or “White Eagle” had looked like his namesake, reaching down into the hole. Terrified, Dani had reached out for the old man’s hand, his long white hair blocking the sun, his aquiline nose looking like a beak. Their hands clasped, the strong old man raised her from inside the den, pulling her back into the light. “I have your name, little one.” He smiled. “You are “Wet Beaver.” Nearby, the beavers had slapped their tails on the water in anger, but to her it sounded like applause.

Dani had liked it at first, then came middle school and the snickers and teasing started. When she found out why, she quit telling people her Lakota name. But Wet Beaver was also her spirit name and her spirit name matched the metaphor. Her vagina got soaked at the least hint of arousal. Her panties turned wet the first time she’d kissed a boy, she’d needed no foreplay when he took her virginity, and the sight of her current boyfriend, Neil’s penis always dampened her thighs. His straight six-inch penis always glided right in.

Even male appraisal turned her pussy wet and her body got a lot of appraisals. She was tall at 5’10” and lithe with an oversized bosom for her frame. Her DD breasts never failed to get a second glance and the second a male’s eyes, any male’s eyes, fell on them, her nipples hardened. Her nipples were large and prominent, making little dents in any, but the heaviest of winter clothing. They’d hardened at the Miss Teen USA pageant as she marched out on stage, her arousal running down her thighs as she paraded her body before hundred of pairs of eyes. She was convinced her body’s reaction had gotten her the runner up position in the contest.

Her body was reacting that way now parading herself before a crowd of raucous bikers. The tan top of her bikini covered just a tiny fraction of her large breasts. As her nipples hardened, they pulled the small triangular cups out with them almost revealing her areola. She walked across the stage convinced that if the crowd hadn’t been so loud, she would have heard the squishing between her legs she was so wet. She’d never had so many big burly manly men staring at her body before. She turned, getting more shouts and whistles when the men saw how little of her ass the bikini bottom covered. Her rear was heart-shaped, well-rounded but firm. Neil had cut some of the material turning her bottom into a thong, but then he’d cut out a little flap and had her sew it to the strings on top. The flap acted like a little loincloth covering her anus and displaying most of her ass cheeks. Her white ass stood out in contrast to her tanned skin.

Dani strolled back to the center of the stage, facing the crowd and posing with her hands on her hips.

“Let’s hear it for Danielle “Wet Beaver” Bordeaux.”

The crowd went wild with cheers, applause, and whistles louder than any of the other contestants so far. Her pussy gave a spasm adding fresh waves of arousal to her bikini bottom. Her anger at Neil faded for making her do this. She was finding it exhilarating.  Danielle took her hands of her hips, lifting them up to increase the applause. She gazed out at the audience of mostly male bikers. She’d never been to a biker rally and Neil wasn’t a biker, but he thought visiting Sturgis would be fun. He was right. This was fun.

Dani was smiling legitimately when she took her place beside the previous contestants. They were a mixed group. A few had figures as nice as hers, but weren’t as pretty. One was absolutely gorgeous, but her breasts were as flat as her ass. A lot looked like tramps covered in tattoos and bellies that stuck out over their bikini bottoms.

There were three more contestants, an attractive older woman with a great body, but she looked tired and worn out. The next woman was lovely, but chubby, but by no means undesirable to the men watching, many with their own large bellies. She got considerable applause.

The final contestant was the threat to Dani’s winning the contest.

“Lets hear it for our final contestant, another native of South Dakota, Wendy Whiteman!”

Wendy galloped out on stage, pretending she was riding a horse. She was the cowgirl to Dani’s Indian. Wendy took off her cowboy hat and waved it at the crowd. She was naturally blonde with bright blue eyes. Her skimpy black leather bikini covered a body every bit as amazing as Dani’s. She appeared taller, but was wearing heeled cowgirl boots, the heels making her legs look better than Dani’s.

South Florida Universe Sourcebook

 The South Florida Universe Sourcebook has been added to the South Florida story section. It serves as a series bible and quick reference book for me to refer to when reusing characters. It will be updated when new stories are written. It's not worth reading, but if interested, there's a section with story ideas and the appendix at the end with Teddy's collected wisdom is interesting.

I hope to do more for Coxville, Jane Stalwart, The Last Elf, and maybe E&I. 

Wanna Try Final Edit Up

 The final version of Wanna Try Something Better is posted under the South Florida Story section. I'll be posting my South Florida Sourcebook there soon. 

Here's some random pics of dildoes that I'd copied for this story.

Wanna Try Something Better finale.

 Here's the ending. I need to proof read, edit, and get it posted.

The next thing Dawn remembered was her ass closing back up until it was empty of Abu’s heavy log. She couldn’t have been out too long as several long strands of semen splattered on her back from her neck down to the small of her back. Abu pushed himself up and shuffled off.

Dawn laid still, her head resting on Ben’s shoulder. “Did you know he was going to do that?” she asked.

“Abu and I share everything. He saved my life once.” Ben bucked his hips. “Get up. I ain’t done with you.”

Dawn pushed herself up and slid forward off his spent cock. It was plump and semi-hard, but as floppy as one of Scott’s good erections. His cock plopped out and she pushed herself off his chest, a torrent of his cum poured from her pussy, soaking his balls and the mattress between his thighs. She crawled over to the floor and rose unsteadily to her feet.

Dawn watched Ben sit up and stand. She stared at his mighty cock dangling between his thighs as he bent down and flipped the mattress over. His semen still dripped down between her legs, but most of it was once again trapped inside her uterus. She’d be leaking for days. Worse, a new steady stream of semen began welling up out of her over stretched sphincter, a steady trickle of sperm striking the floor.

“Get on all fours,” he ordered, hefting his cock and pulling on it as he stared at her. It swelled, sticking out, but angled down. This side of the mattress was even more stained than the other side. He stopped her when she kneeled on it, holding his cock by the base and walking in front of her. Dawn bent forward and took the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking it between her lips. It was dirty, covered in her arousal and his drying cum. The head spat a remaining shot of his tasty seed across her lips or maybe it was precum as his cock was swelling in her mouth. He let her clean his hardening cock, her lips nearly pressing into his pubes. Ben placed his hand on her forehead and pushed her back. As his cock cleared her lips, it bobbed before her eyes completely hard again.

Ben walked around behind her and she instinctively got on all fours. He kneeled between her legs, his hard cock head pushing her pussy lips open and sinking inside. Abu’s cum continued to bubble up out of her ass, running down her perineum and parting around Ben’s thrusting cock. “Damn Abu, you really left a deposit in her ass,” grunted Ben, pushing his cock deep.

“Bitch was tight,” said the black Muslim, shuffling in front of her, still naked. “You need to try that ass out for yo-self.”

“Unh! Unh,” grunted Dawn each time Ben buried his cock. “Unh! I thought… Unh! Sodomy was a… Unh! Sin?”

“Infidels don’t count,” cackled the skinny black man. His cock was fat but limp. He stood in front of her and smacked it across her face several times. Dawn winced and closed her eyes. The first few strikes were like a giant wet noodle smacking her forehead and the bridge of her nose.  After that, the noodle hardened until it started to hurt. The hard knobby ball struck her forehead, pressing against it and sliding down over one shut eye, leaving a wet trail on her cheek, the tip finally pushing on her lips.

Dawn opened her mouth taking the head of his cock inside. It was knobby, not streamlined like Ben’s. She opened her eyes, staring cross-eyed down the thick shaft. He was as big as Ben, but it was different looking. She stared up at Abu. Earlier, she’d been happy the ugly man was kneeling behind her. He was skinny, white hair covered a slightly sunk in chest above a slight belly. More white hair ran from his navel down connecting with his pubes. His dark beady eyes stared down at her from under his Kufi. His beard was mostly white, but peppered with black. Abu’s huge cock looked freakish sticking out from his skinny body compared to Ben’s magnificent cock sticking out from his more muscular form.

Abu thrust his cock into her mouth. She nearly gagged as Ben gave an equally powerful thrust behind her, pushing Abu’s cock down her throat. He was a nasty little man, but at least he’d washed his cock for her. It didn’t taste like ass or warming fluid. It was clean, but his pubes were giving off a pungent masculine smell that filled her nostrils, eliciting a moan from the back of her throat as she started to enjoy sucking Abu’s cock.

Her orgasm came quick and took her by surprise. Her nose pushed into Abu’s white pubes, her moans turning to a gag as she started to choke. Abu pushed back on her forehead while pulling back on his hips. His cock cleared her lips bobbing hypnotically before her eyes as she caught her breath. The head of Abu’s cock was a knobby ball with a large flare to the glans. She’d felt it pressing the top of her throat as she sucked it past her uvula. The black phallus curved slightly upward, hard and throbbing, looking more like it belonged on a man in his prime than a skinny old black man. Dawn frowned staring intently at the familiar looking cock. Her eyes widened and she gasped.

“Look familiar?” asked Abu, cackling. Her bent his shaft back down until the head pushed past her lips.

She’d already sucked this cock. She’d already fucked this cock. Abu had been the man in the booth earlier. He might not be much to look at, but his cock was incredible and he knew how to use it.  After she’d caught her breath, she raised her lips up to it, pursing them on his pee slit and slowing parting them, opening her mouth wider, his cock head pushing over her tongue until his flared glans brushed past her upper lip.

The two men found their rhythm, Abu pulling back when Ben pushed forward and vice versa. Dawn suspected she wasn’t the first woman they’d shared. Ben’s cock started brining her to orgasm after orgasm, but they were controlled and she managed to continue sucking Abu even while her pussy was shuddering around Ben’s cock.

They continued double penetrating her for a good twenty minutes. Ben was starting to grunt each time he pushed his cock into her womb. Abu grabbed the sides of her head, his hands squeezing her head. He threw back his head. “UGH!” he bellowed. His cock jumped deep in her throat, his first wad of hot seed filling her belly again. It jerked again, more cum pouring down her throat.

“FAAHCKK!!!” cried Ben, pulling her hips back into his crotch. His seed poured into her womb, crowding out his earlier load. Cum began squirting out threw her cervix, running down his shaft until it was splattering over his crotch and balls.

Dawn’s pussy went crazy, cumming harder than she’d ever cum before. The huge cock head stretching out her throat pulled back into her mouth, still spurting out enough seed to bulge her cheeks out. Abu’s fruitier tasting seed registered on her taste buds. She moaned gulping it down, delighted when her mouth filled again and again.

Ben gripped her hips tightly, holding her up. His cock still twitching and hosing her womb with fresh seed. Dawn took a deep breath of air when Abu finally pulled his cock free. It spat another long wad of cum on her face across one eyes and down to her chin. She kept one eye closed as she reached out for his cock, holding her tongue out as she jerked it off. Abu’s powerful balls didn’t disappoint, spraying several more wads into her open mouth. Ben released his grip on her hips and she collapsed forward. Her forehead hitting a wet spot on the filthy mattress. Abu took a step back. She was too exhausted to look up at him. Ben’s cock sprang free of her pussy, another strand of semen landed on her back on top of the remains of Abu’s liquefying semen.

Dawn stayed like that, head down, ass up. Her belly and womb were full. Her womb was so full, semen was still pouring out of her pussy, covering her inner thighs and coating the mattress.

“I’ll go get the store reopened,” said Abu.

SMACK!

“Good slut,” grunted Ben, his hand coming down hard on her ass cheek. “I’d fuck you again, but you’re a mess.” He stumbled to his feet. She heard the creek of a chair and Ben sigh a moment later.

Dawn stayed in the well-fucked, subservient position for what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes. She eventually pushed herself off the mattress. The semen smell filling her nostrils was overwhelmed by the acrid smell of smoke. Ben was sitting back in his desk chair puffing on a cigar. His plump cock dangling between his legs. She struggled to her feet and ambled her way to the nasty bathroom. She cleaned herself as best she could, but there was cum on her back she couldn’t reach. Her pussy and ass wouldn’t stop leaking either. She grabbed a long row of paper towels and folded them up into a makeshift pad.

Ben was getting dressed when she stumbled out. She felt like a dirty slut and flushed with shame when she stared at the dirty mattress where the two hung black men had just given her the fucking of her life. She gathered up her underwear, stuffing the wad of paper towels into her panty, certain the constant flow of semen leaking out of her would still ruin her sexiest favorite pair of underwear. She slipped her bra on.

Ben was watching her, enjoying the view as she stepped into her skirt and pulled the crop top on. “Here,” he said, handing her a card.

“What’s this?” she asked. It was a business card for BBC’S ADULT BOOKS with an address on the back. “That’s my address. I’m taking off Thursday. Come by and we can fuck all day, proper like in a bed and all.”

“I think I’m good,” she replied. Thursday was only three days away. “I can’t keep doing this. I’m a married woman.”

“Sure,” said Ben.

There were voices coming from the sales floor. “Can I use the back door?”

“Of course,” he nodded. He followed her and opened the door into the alley. “Miss Smith,” he called after her. She stopped and turned, raising her eyebrows. “Bring your bikini,” he said.

**********

Dawn whistled when she saw Ben’s house. It was a mini mansion on a waterway, several stories, a three-car garage, and a pool in the back along the canal. The porn business had been good to him. There was an intercom at the gate. She pulled up and buzzed it.

“Come on in, Miss Smith,” said Ben’s voice through the speaker a moment later. She glanced up at a camera mounted on one side of the gate and smiled as the gates slowly opened.

She hadn’t planned on doing this again. She’d woken up, horny, but then she usually woke up horny any more. She’d used BIG BEN, getting off several times and totally satisfied. She stared at her juices coating the long plastic cock, smiling when she saw on a few spots of Ben’s seed coating the shaft. Her womb was finally free of his semen. She got up and used the toilet before turning on her shower.

It hit her in the shower.

Her womb ached. She held her hands over her abdomen as the water sprayed down on her. It wasn’t painful. It was more like a hunger pang only below her stomach. Images filled her brain, She was riding Ben’s cock on the dirty mattress. He grabbed her hips pulling her down as his cock ejaculated the first of many wads inside her uterus. She was on all fours, Ben’s fucking her from behind, his cum triggering her own orgasm. She was being fucked by Abu through the glory hole. Ben was kneeling between her spread legs, slamming his cock in and out until the first black of seed filled her womb.  Her womb wrenched with another hunger cramp, a yearning to be filled with a black man’s fertile seed again.

Dawn remembered it was Thursday.

Dawn ignored the outfit she’d planned for the day and found herself turning around in front of her mirror wearing a yellow bikini. She looked amazing. The top was a bandau wrapping across her breasts. The panty was low cut. She wore it to the beach often. Dawn frowned and pulled it off. She pulled out another bikini from her dresser. The cups covered the ounter regions of her breasts squeezing and lifting them proud. The panty was thin and barely covered the crack of her ass. The material connecting the patches was just strings. It showed off her amazing body and a lot of skin. Scott had insisted she wear it at a company pool party. He’d been the envy of all his male coworkers and their wives barely spoke with her. He’d gotten a promotion soon after. Dawn didn’t even try it on.

She pulled out her privacy bikini. The one she only wore at home and only Scott had seen her wearing it. The black bikini was little more than triangles that covered her nipples, a tiny patch over her pubes and a string that ran between her ass cheeks to connect with the thin strings around her waist. She had to constantly adjust the tiny patches to keep her areola from showing. She made up her mind and wore this bikini along with a see thru black mesh top to cover it.

Ben approved. He smiled and nodded, eyes running down her body while greeting her at his front door as she got out of her car. Her eyes checked his body out too. He was nude but for a string tied swimsuit. She could even make out his large cock flopping around under the material as he approached. “Nice place,” she said, just before he grabbed her hips and planted a passionate kiss on her lips. Her nipples hardened, stretching out the little triangles and displaying hints of areola around both her breasts.

“Let me give you a tour.” He held her hand leading her into his house. The path right led towards a kitchen and dining area. To the left was a family room and living room with a large TV. In front of her were stairs leading up to the second floor. The place was neat and well kept. His tour consisted of, “This is the downstairs. Now let me show you the upstairs. There’s a lot of rooms that don’t matter and this is the master bedroom.”

She glanced around the bedroom, eyes focusing on the big king sized bed even as his hands were pulling the mesh covering up over her head. He spun her around kissing her again, his hands untying the strings on her hips before moving up to the tied strings behind her neck. He walked her backwards to the bed as her tiny bikini was falling to the sloor.

Dawn sat down on the bed. Her own hands untying the string beneath his belly button. His cock was swelling and straining at the material of his swimsuit even before she could yank his shorts down. Dawn hefted his swelling cock and took him in her mouth. He groaned as she sucked him. He groaned even louder as she sucked him down to his graying pubes. She was getting quite skilled at sucking big cock.

Ben didn’t want a blow job at the moment. He stepped back, his cock springing up free of her mouth. He stepped out of his suit and approached. Dawn scooted back onto the bed. Ben climbed between her legs, rubbing the tip of his cock along her slick pussy lips before slowly pushing it in. He lowered himself on top of her, staring into each other’s eyes as he slowly began working his cock deeper and deeper.

Dawn raised her hips into his thrusts. “Fuck me,” she said softly. “Fuck me. FUCK ME!” Ben lowered his head and kissed her.

The next thirty minutes were total ecstasy for the young woman. “Oh god, I’m cumming. Fuck me with your big black cock. I fucking love your cock.” She writhed beneath him, cumming again and again. This was so much better than her plastic dildo. “Fuck me, Ben” she moaned, even though this was more like making love than fucking. She came hard, her pussy sucking at his cock, eager for his seed. His pace quickened and she increased her humping into his cock as her uterus was about to get what it was hungry for. “Fuck me, Ben. I love fucking you. I love your big black cock. I love…” Ben buried his cock, a powerful jet of his hot seed finally satisfying her needy womb. “YOU!” she screamed, cumming hard around his cock. “I LOVE YOU!” Dawn thrashed around beneath him as he continued pumping his cock in and out of her as it filled her with wad after wad of his fertile seed.

Ben kissed her, his cock still throbbing and filling her with cum. When he slowly pulled it out, his cock was spent, plump, but limp. There was no final blast of ejaculate across her body. He’d released every bit of his seed inside her. “What’s wrong?” he asked, noticing the tears running down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” she said, sobbing. “I don’t know where that came from. I got caught up in the moment.”

“It’s only natural, babe,” he chuckled, kissing her again. His lips moved down, kissing her neck, and planting a wet kiss on each of her erect nipples. “You can clean up in the shower,” he told her, climbing off. “Meet me downstairs by the pool. I got us some burgers and margaritas.”

“You ass. You didn’t even know I was coming,” she said.

Ben snickered. “I always know when you’re cumming, Dawn.”

What followed was the best, most satisfying day of Dawn’s life. She showered and put her bikini back on. She joined Ben at a little tiki bar beside his pool as he was pulling the burgers off the grill. They sipped margaritas and ate lunch before jumping in the pool. The two splashed around and kissed. The kiss turned into Ben lifting her onto the rim, untying her bikini again, and fucking her while he stood in the water and she wrapped her legs around his waist, screaming out as she came, and telling him that she loved him again.

Afterwards, she showered in an outside shower and Ben suggested they take his boat out. It was a medium sized fishing boat, comfortable holding four. Dawn laughed when she saw the name of his boat. It was BIG BEN. He steered it down the canal and out into the bay, letting her steer while he rigged up a fishing rod. They rocked in the water, the Miami skyline in the distance. Ben fished a little while she sunbathed, even taking her top off to let her pale breasts tan some. Ben put the rod down and came over, rubbing lotion into her bare breasts. “Don’t want your nipples to burn,” he said, also applying some to her bare ass. He got hard again, but this time she wanted to taste him, sucking his cock while he sat in the fishing chair.

He turned the boat to head home. “When do you have to be back?” he asked.

“I don’t,” she replied. “Scott’s out of town.”

“Where’s he work?”

Dawn pointed towards the city skyline. “A pharmaceutical company on 42^nd street. He’s at their main office in New York tonight. They’re working on something to treat angina, I think, but I don’t pay too much attention to him when he’s talking about work.”

“So you can stay the night then?” asked Ben with a grin.

Dawn stared at him. That meant many more loads of Ben’s fertile seed inside her. That meant sharing a bed with a man she’d just told twice that she loved him. Dawn nodded. “I’d like that,” she replied.

Back at his house, Ben threw some chicken breasts and corn on the grill, heated some backed beans, and made some more margaritas. They watched the sun set and retired early. Ben fucking her doggy, fingering her ass again while she had multiple orgasms and once again screamed she loved him. She cried again, this time they weren’t tears of guilt, but tears of joy.

She snuggled close to him in bed, keeping the wet spots from their lovemaking on one side of the king-sized bed. Ben’s cock got hard a lot that night as their bodies rubbed together. He lifted one leg and fucked her while spooning. In the middle of the night, she awoke to feel him raising her hips up. He took her ass for the first time, his cock hurt a little stretching her sphincter open, but Abu had done a good job “resizing” he her ass, she took Ben easier. She found herself screaming out, “Fuck my ass, Ben. I love it. I LOVE YOU!” She screamed as he pumped her rectum full of his hot seed.

In the morning, she woke first, reaching out for his cock and stroking him until he was hard. He awoke to see her straddling him and climbing onto his shaft. Dawn rode him to orgasm after orgasm. Her pussy clenched tightly around his shaft as he filled her womb with even more of his hot black seed. She kept her vaginal muscles clamped around his cock until she was sure it had spent the last of his seed. Dawn jumped of his shaft and crawled down taking his still hard shaft in her mouth and bobbing her head rapidly until she got a load of what her stomach had been craving.

She thought they were done after that, but Ben joined her in the shower and while her small white hands were rubbing soap suds along his shaft, it stiffened and got hard again. Ben bent her against the shower door and fucked her hard from behind. For the first time, she got the impression the amount of semen he deposited in her had slackened. She didn’t know it at the time, but this would be their last time together for almost a year.

He kissed her goodbye at her car and waved as she drove off home to an empty house and a husband that couldn’t satisfy her.

**********

Five days later, she woke of with the ache in her uterus again. She didn’t think twice about heading down to BBC’s Adult Books to see Ben again. She didn’t even bother wearing much. She put her sexy bikini on, the one that had gotten Scott a promotion, and pulled some cut off jean shorts on over the panty. Flip flops and sunglasses finished her skimpy outfit.

Unfortunately, Ben’s place was packed. There was a convention in town and the store was filled with white businessmen. She waded through the throng. Again, she was approached and asked where she danced? A few even propositioned her to come strip in their room that night, offering her $500 for a private dance. Another asked if she did porn. Dawn hesitated and told him to check out channel 14 in one of the booths. He smiled and bought some tokens off Ben. She wondered if the video of her with Ben and Abu had been added to Ben’s channel yet.

She finally made her way to the counter and got to speak to Ben. “Damn, Miss Smith, you’re looking fine,” he grunted taking in her bikini top and jean shorts.

“I need you again, Ben,” she said, desperately.

“Love to oblige, but this is one of the best crowds I get all year.”

“Is Abu here?”

“No, he’s out getting his bike tuned up. We’re leaving tonight.”

Dawn’s stomach sank. “You’re leaving? For how long?”

“Two maybe three weeks.”

“But I need your cock, lover.”

“It wants you too, baby.” Ben paused and rang up a customer who tried desperately not to stare at the stacked young woman. “We do it every year. Hit black biker week in Myrtle Beach. Abu’s taking his son Amir and grandson along. I’ll be meeting up with my boys, haven’t seen them for a good bit.”

“Damn, Ben. I need it bad.”

Ben shrugged. “You can come with me, be my biker slut. I’d like that.”

Dawn stared. Her nipples hardened, poking out through her bikini top. Another white businessman came up to the counter, this one staring openly at her breasts as her nipples became prominent. The thought of riding behind Ben on his bike, wearing only a bikini, enjoying his cock every night, maybe even another threesome with Abu. Her panty dampened at the thought. “I can’t,” she sighed, ruefully. She wasn’t ready to leave Scott, though she was starting to look at him differently, wondering if she were truly happy with him. She’d been having stomach issues lately too.

“See you when I get back then,” said Ben, shrugging a shoulder and ringing up another customer.

Dawn looked around. Male gazes fell from her body to examine the magazines or videos in their hands.

“Sure you wouldn’t prefer that one,” said Ben behind her. “Generally speaking, the bigger the better. The KING DONG is our bestseller.”

“God no,” said the man. “That things ridiculous. My wife could never take that. I just want something to spice up our love lives a bit. What about this one?” He picked up the BBC LIFELIKE DILDO. “It’s still ridiculously big. Do you have a white one?”

Dawn snorted and walked away. The man she’d told to watch channel 14 had a handful of tokens and was heading towards the booths. She watched him disappear, glancing right, her gaze fell on the BULL PEN.

 Dawn slowly approached the bulletin board with all the black men advertising their big black cocks for use as bulls. She stared, examining each polaroid, taking in their cocks one by one. They all seemed so proud of their big black pricks as well they should be. She ripped off the number of the man with the biggest blackest cock, one similar to Ben’s. Another fatty had a right curve to it, shorter, but thicker than Ben’s. There was the young black man that had been here the other day’s picture. She ripped him off. In the end, Dawn ripped off the phone numbers for ten different men. She mixed them up, not caring which was which. She’d invite the first one that answered his phone to be her bull, get to know a few of them maybe.

They wouldn’t be better, but promised new and interesting experiences.

 

Epilogue

 

Scott could barely contain his excitement as his plane came in for a landing at Miami international from yet another trip to Pfizer headquarters in New York. For the first time in three years he had the means to satisfy his wife.

He called home from the airport, but Dawn didn’t pick up. Maybe that was for the best, he thought. Now he had a chance to surprise her. Scott was whistling softly as he strolled to baggage claim.

A short time later, the taxi dropped him off in front of his house. Dawn wasn’t home, but she never stayed out too late. He bent over and opened one zipper on his suitcase, pulling out the little bag of pills. He held the bag up, staring at the miracle pill. Two nights ago, he’d taken one and jerked off in his hotel room. He hadn’t seen his dick that hard in a long time and jerking it off had felt amazing. He’d never lasted very long especially when making love with Dawn and her amazing body, but the new pill even seemed to help with his stamina.

Pfizer had just filed a patent for the pill and as soon as the FDA approved it, it would be on the market, but that could take years.

Scott opened the bag and removed two of the pills, sticking them on his tongue and swallowing. He smiled, stared up at his house, picturing a surprised Dawn coming home to find her husband lying in bed with a huge stiff erection.

He entered his house, carrying his suitcase upstairs, and dropping it just inside the door. The bed was a mess, clearly, she hadn’t bothered making it while he was gone. Dawn had been slipping up on her housework over the last few months. He made enough she didn’t have to work, but he expected a clean house and dinner on the table. There was a ebony statue standing up beside the bedroom TV. He gave it a quick glance, and then just as quickly turned his full attention on it. The thing looked for all the world like a giant phallus. Why on earth would she buy this? He wondered.

Scott walked over to the statue. It didn’t just resemble a black phallus, it was clearly was a giant black dick, one with all the veins and ridges, but it was more than twice the size of a normal penis, more than a foot long he guessed. Scott looked at it more closely. The thing had a base to it. He reached out touching it. It was plastic and not heavy, he lifted it easily. The base had switches on it. He pressed one, dropping the fake penis when it started vibrating roughly. Scott picked it up and switched it off.

The black penis resembled a vibrating dildo, except it was way too large. His face drained of color when he pictured his wife lying in bed, working the huge fake dick in and out of her vagina. Oh my god, he thought. He’d suggested she get a dildo! But why one so large? He stuck the base down against his crotch. It stuck out around fourteen inches! Why so big? He wondered again. Maybe she just pushed it between her thighs and used the vibrations to get off? And where did she get it? Miami had its fair share of seedy sex shops, but he couldn’t picture his prim and proper wife visiting one.

Mind blown, he though, stetting it back where he found it.

Scott had to use the restroom. He flushed the toilet and was pulling up his pants when he heard Dawn coming up the stairs. All thoughts of the dildo fled his mind at the sudden prospect of actually making love with his gorgeous wife. Scott dropped his pants, stepping out of them. He sat on the toilet and pulled off his shoes and socks.

In the bedroom, Dawn giggled.

Scott stood and pulled off his shirt. His cheeks were flushed and his nose was stuffy. Both were side effects he’d experienced taking the new drug, but his dick was swollen and slightly sticking up. He grabbed the handle on the door and opened it, ready to yell surprise. Instead he froze, staring in horror at what he saw.

Dawn was sitting on the bed, wearing an extremely lacy, see thru, white bra and panty. There was a garter belt around her waist, the straps holding her white nylons up. His mind barely registered that the last time he’d seen her in it was their wedding night. All he could see was his wife hungrily slurping on the large brown penis of a naked black man standing in front of her.

“What da fuck!” growled the man, looking over at Scott. “I told ju, I ain’t in ta no white cracker shit!” He pushed back on Dawn’s head, his cock clearing her mouth.

Scott’s shock only grew when he saw the enormity of the man’s huge penis. It was at least twelve inches long and as thick as the black dildo on the dresser. Worse still, Dawn had appeared to be sucking it rather easily. Her mouth was still open, head following the bobbing head of the man’s black dick around trying to recapture it in her mouth. She grabbed the base pulling it towards her mouth. “DAWN! What the hell?”

Dawn glanced at him, eyebrows shooting up. “Oh my god, Scott! I’m so sorry you had to see this.” She sat up; her hand never left the long black dick. Even while looking at her husband, her hand started gliding up and down the shaft, slowly jerking the black man off. Her eyes glanced down at her husband’s penis, frowning when she saw it sticking out, the hardest she’d seen it in years.

“What’s going on?” he asked, more calmly.

The black man threw his head back and laughed. “What’s going on, cracker, is that the bitch is hungry for some big nigger dick and Ima gonna give her what she wants.” The man angrily turned towards Scott. Scott gulped. The black man was pure ghetto thug. He was naked, but for a black do-rag on his head. The man was also all wiry muscles, arms and chest covered in gang tattoos. Tattoos that identified him as one of Miami Boys, a black gang that dealt crack cocaine as far North as Atlanta. “We got a problem?”

Scott looked over at Dawn. She was staring at him sadly. One sign that she needed help and he’d try to call the police. The only sign she gave him was the dainty white hand still stroking the thug’s cock only releasing it when the black man bent over and grabbed his pants. He pulled a switchblade out of a pocket.

“I said, WE GOT A PROBLEM?” The knife sprang out.

“N-no,” said Scott.

“NO WHAT, CRACKER?”

“N-no, sir,” said Scott.

“Get yo ass over there and sit down,” said the thug. He turned his attention back to Dawn. “Now, what you want, bitch?”

“I want your big black nigger cock, Duane,” said Dawn, taking the head of his cock back in her mouth. Scott swore he heard a hungry moan from the back of her throat. She WAS enjoying this.

Scott watched as Duane pushed Dawn back on the bed. The thug ran the knife up her thigh, cutting through the waist strap of her panty. He cut the strap on her other hip and pulled her panty open. From where he sat Scott could make out Dawn’s slit. It glistened with moisture, lips swollen and aroused. Her clit was hard. The thug slid the knife under the bra strap between her breasts and cut it too, completely ruining her bridal lingerie. The cups sprang off her breasts, revealing her puffy areolae and rock-hard nipples. He slid between her legs and smacked the black monstrosity down on her pussy. “This what ju want, slut?”

“Yes Duane. Please fuck me with your nigger cock,” she begged, squirming. She was even raising and lowering her hips slightly as if he were already fucking her. Dawn really wanted the black man’s cock. He pushed down on the shaft, the big head pressing between Dawn’s pussy lips. She moaned, lifting her hips into the thug’s large cock head as her pussy warmly welcomed him.

Scott watched Duane cup is arms under her knees and raise her ass up into the thrusts of his cock. He fucked her violently. She winced and cried out once as his cock pushed too deep. She raised her hand and placed it on his chest to push him back slightly. His cock was too big for her pussy. She could only handle seven or so inches of the big black cock. Duane didn’t seem to like that she couldn’t take him, pushing his cock in like he wanted to bury it in her pussy. She winced again, but then she screamed out as she came. “You like dat nigger cock, bitch?”

“I love it, Duane. I love your nigger cock. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me.”

Unfortunately, Scott’s penis was straining to grow even more then it’s full six inches and he hadn’t seen it this hard since he was a teenager. He spit in his hand and started jerking off his own meager penis.

“Tell yo hubby whose cock you like better.”

Dawn turned her head towards him, her eyes falling on his hand slowly stroking his hard penis. ‘Sorry honey, but Duane’s big black cock is so much better than yours.”

Duane laughed. “She ain’t sorry, white boy.” He fucked her faster.

Scott started jerking off faster even though he felt humiliated and tears were now rolling down his cheeks. He sobbed, the tears coming faster now. Scott’s heart broke, hating what he was seeing, but Dawn had a body as good or better than any stripper or porn star he’d ever seen and the black thug had a dick worthy of a male porn star. It was an erotic sight and to have a front row seat to these two fucking had Scott’s penis swelling and turning red. His hips bucked up off his seat as Scott had the best orgasm of his life. The first wad shot up an inch from the tip of his penis and a second equally large wad followed. His dick stayed hard and swollen. Any other time, and he’d have been proud to see his penis so large except the black man was still twice as big.

Duane kept fucking Dawn at a rapid pace. She was screaming and mewling, suggesting she was having multiple orgasms. “Take my nigger cum, slut,” he growled, shoving his cock forward. She cried out in pain again as his cock pushed too deep, but the pain turned to one of pleasure, her own hip bucking up into his cock. A wave of white seed poured out around her pussy coating Duane’s shaft.

Scott was impressed by the size of the black man’s load. He must cum a lot to have so much semen running out of her. His balls were impressively large. Scott got another shock though. Duane yanked his cock out and it preceded to discharge gobs of white semen that landed from Dawn’s face to her navel. Each gob rivaled Scott’s entire ejaculate and there were dozens on top of the seed he already planted inside her pussy. Scott glanced down at his own meager load, his runny white seed covering the fingers encircling his penis.

If Scott’s penis had been the biggest he’d ever seen it just after cumming, the black man’s cock appeared to have grown even larger than a foot. Scott gasped staring at it, sticking straight out from the young man’s crotch. Duane sat back on his knees. He grabbed the base of his swollen shaft and jerked his hand up towards the head. Another couple of long wads of semen shot out from the head to splatter on Dawn’s breasts.

Duane stepped off the bed and grabbed his clothes. “Dat was good, slut,” he grunted as he stepped into his pants.

“The best lover,” she purred. Her hands were busy rubbing his semen all over her breasts and belly. Her hips were still lifting slightly as if she were still fucking him. Her pussy was also splayed open with a full-on river of cum pouring out of it to stain their bedspread.

“I didn’t even mind the white boy watching,” said Duane, retrieving his knife off the bed. He folded the blade back in. “You like seeing a real man fuck yo wife, white boy?”

“Yes, sir,” he answered, casting his eyes down. Duane was staring at Scott’s penis, now shrunken and withdrawn into his ball, covered by the sticky mess of cum.

“Why doncha thank me than, white boy?”

“Thank you for fucking my wife, sir.”

“That’s a good little white boy,” said Duane. “As long as we good, you can keep watchin me stick my nigger cock in yo wife.” He grabbed his crotch and squeezed the outline of his large penis through his pants. “We good?”

“We good,” Scott nodded, not really wanting to ever see the gang banger again.

Duane beat his fist against his chest and made a gang sign before turning and leaving.

“Jesus Dawn,” he said after awhile. “How could you?” He looked up. She was licking Duane’s cum off her fingers.

“I’m sorry, Scott and I mean it. I am sorry, but I got hooked on big cocks. It’s like I have an itch deep inside me that isn’t satisfied until one of them is cumming inside me.

“But why a black man and why him of all people? He should be in jail.”

“Oh, that’s just how Duane is, street tough. Lewis just turned eighteen. No idea what he’s doing, just puts it in and ruts around, but it gets the job done. Duncan brings me a rose every time. He’s a romantic constantly flattering me while slowly removing my clothes and kissing me all over.” She smiled recalling a memory of him. “Phillipe asked about you. He’d be open to you joining us if you’d like to try sucking black cock.”

“YECH! No.”

“Come on, honey. You liked it. I saw you jerking off watching us. I can’t make you hard any more, but seeing me with a black man does?”

Scott explained his company’s new pill. “I’d hoped it was a solution to our love life.” He snorted a laugh though he didn’t find anything funny. “Wait, how many men are we talking here? All black? Do they all have big dicks? Where’d you meet them anyway?”

“I got their names off a bulletin board offering their cocks for servicing. Yes, they’re all black and hung like donkeys. It’s easier to find a big black one, I think.”

“Maybe you should start from the beginning.”

Dawn nodded. “I’ll make it quick. I need to shower.” She scooted forward and sat up in bed. “So the quick version is that I went to an adult bookstore to buy a dildo.”

“After I suggested it?” he asked, wondering if this was his fault.

She hesitated as if considering lying to him. “No,” she finally said. “Before that. I was horny all the time. I missed your hard dick..” She paused briefly when he started crying again, but he motioned for her to continue. “I wanted to buy a dildo that reminded me of your little.. your penis, but the owner talked me into a bigger one and then an even bigger one until…”

“Until…” Scott pointed at the giant black phallus rising up into the sky on top the dresser.

“Until that one,” she added.

He interrupted before she could continue. “But why so large. You couldn’t take all of that thug’s cock, let alone that giant toy up there?”

Dawn sighed. She reached over and patted his knee. “I could take it all, Scott. At least I could until I got pregnant.”

**********

Scott didn’t take the pregnancy well at first. He slept on the couch, barely talked to her. His third day on the couch, the doorbell rang. He opened it to see a big black man, smiling and holding a rose. The black man’s smile fell when he saw it was Scott that answered the door. “I’m looking for Dawn?” he asked. The hand holding the rose had a wedding band around one finger.

“I’m here, Duncan,” said Dawn, appearing in the bedroom door. She was wearing a half shirt halter top and string bikini panties. Flip flops were on her feet.

Duncan smiled and brushed past Scott. He gave Dawn a deep passionate kiss after presenting her with the rose. Scott glanced over at the TV. There was a vase on the stand with three roses in it. The couple had disappeared into the bedroom, leaving the door open. Scott moved towards the door. Dawn was sitting back in bed. The black man, Duncan had his shirt off already. He was standing with one of Dawn legs in his hands. He pulled her flip flop off and kissed the bottom of her foot, then the side, and then her calf. She raised her other leg and he proceeded to do the same to that one.

Scott turned and walked towards his couch. His bag of pills was in yesterday’s pant’s pocket. He took the bag out and popped one pill in his mouth. He stood up and almost robotically walked into his bedroom. Dawn was topless now, her nipples straining to reach the roof, both glistening with saliva. Duncan was nude, kissing his way down her belly. Duncan kneeled beside the bed, untying the strings on her bikini bottom. He slowly pulled her panty away, kissing her pubic mound, down the sides of her trimmed bush. Dawn opened her legs wider as Duncan’s tongue wiggled it’s way inside her pussy.

Scott looked beneath her thighs, down Duncan’s body, trying not to gasp at the sight of the huge cock. It was firming up, but still flopping down, the lower inches actually resting on the floor. The man’s big cock was straightening and rising, slowly starting to lift up. Scott looked up when he heard Dawn scream. She was pulling on her nipples, hips humping up into Duncan’s tongue.

The black man planted a kiss on her pussy and pushed himself up. Dawn sat up, kissing his cock head before returning the favor and starting to suck a cock which looked even bigger than the black thug’s from a few nights ago. Dawn sucked rapidly, greedily swallowing every inch of the black shaft. She slowed, Duncan grabbing her head and holding it still, while he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. “Here it comes, sexy,” he grunted. Sperm flew out around his cock. Dawn’s cheeks bulged out, sucking in, bulging out, and sucking in again. He pulled back, her hand grabbing his shaft and jerking him off, her throat gulping constantly. He groaned and stepped back, his swollen cock looking every bit of thirteen inches long to Scott. Dawn leaned forward, kissing the head again just after a few stray wads of ejaculate splattered on her face. He bent it down and shot out another wad that splattered on her breast.

Scott figured they were done, but Duncan stayed hard. He sat down beside Dawn and scooted back in the bed. She straddled him, sliding her pussy along his shaft until her lips closed around the head. She pushed down and back, taking the big black cock inside her. She groaned sitting up and pushing back into half of Duncan’s shaft.

Scott felt an ache between his legs. The pill had kicked in. He loosened his pants and sat up, pulling them down. His penis springing up the second it was free. He spit in his hand and proceeded to jerk off watching his wife ride the married black man’s big cock. Scott started crying again, but didn’t stop masturbating. Duncan was completely different from Duane. He treated her worshipfully, pulling her down so that he could kiss her mouth before pushing her back up to kiss and suck on her nipples. Dawn cried out, cumming, just as Scott’s penis jerked in his hands spitting out a little tablespoon of cum. He moaned in satisfaction sitting back and watching the show. Dawn came several more times, maybe half a dozen, the biggest when Duncan blew his load in her pussy. Scott could see it pouring out around his dark shaft each time she slid forward.

Duncan pulled her down on top of him and they stayed like that for a good ten minutes. He kissed her, massaging her rear end and back, keeping his seed plugged in her pussy. He finally tapped her ass until she slid up and his cock plopped free of her pussy.

Scott looked down and his own penis, now shriveled and withdrawn again. He was staring at it when two black feet appeared in his gaze. He looked up. Duncan’s cock was spent and dangling, but it hadn’t gotten any smaller. The head was swinging back and forth between each knee, still dribbling semen on the carpet. His groin was a wet mess of semen. “Excuse me?” asked Duncan. Scott looked up. “Mind if I use the restroom to clean up? Don’t want to go home to the missus like this.” Scott just nodded, watching the black man go. He asked permission to use my bathroom, but not my wife, Scott thought miserably.

Duncan showered and came out clean. He dressed, pulling Dawn to her feet. The big black man grabbed her arms, kissing her forehead, her nose, and finally her lips. “You are a beautiful amazing woman,” he told her. She’d dropped the rose on the bed. Duncan grabbed it and turned to Scott. “Nice meeting you,’ he said. The black man left, dropping the rose in the vase beside the TV before letting himself out the front door.

Scott stood. He needed to clean up too. He stripped off his clothes and went to use his shower. Scott was soaping up around his crotch, when Dawn startled him, joining him in the shower. He didn’t say anything, just slid around her so that she could start wiping the Duncan’s cum off her face and breasts. “Do my back?” she asked, bending forward to wash the mess between her thighs.

Scott took the sponge from her and washed her shoulder and down her back, letting the soap coat her ass. He even scrubbed off some of the sperm covering the back of her thighs. She turned to face him, staring him in the eyes while the shower washed the soap off her back. She glanced down between his legs then back up at him. Her eyes stayed locked with his as she knelt in the tub. Scott glanced down to see his dick was hard again, sticking straight out, straining to reach six inches. Like Duncan, she kissed the tip of her husband’s cock… no, it didn’t deserve to be called a cock, she kissed the tip of his penis, her lips engulfing the head and sucking his entire shaft into her mouth. She was really good at this and getting sucked off felt amazing. He lasted longer than he would have thought, having just cum, and the pill seemed to help with his stamina as well as his erections. “Unh!” he groaned, bracing his hands against the wall of the shower as he shot his load into her mouth.

He hadn’t had his dick sucked in years and it was wonderful. The only thing that almost ruined the experience was the brief flicker of distaste that cross Dawn’s face. She turned and leaned down, spitting his seed on the floor of the shower to let it wash down the drain.

Afterwards, Scott took his wife to dinner. It was almost like old times. They laughed and got caught up. He explained all about his company’s new pill and how it was expected to make them a fortune as soon as the FDA approved it.

At home, she threw the wet blanket on the floor and remade the bed. Scott replaced it with his blanket off the couch. He rejoined her in bed, snuggling up to his nude wife. “No more Duane,” he said, wrapping his arm around her. “He should be in jail.”

“Okay,” she replied.

His hand cupped her breast, moving down her belly and finally resting on her womb. He kept it there every night feeling her belly slowly grow.

**********

Duane turned out not to be a problem. He left a couple angry messages on their machine. One day, Scott came home from work, a car with three angry looking black thugs slowed down just as it reached his driveway, but luckily a police car happened to be driving past at that moment. A few days later, the news broke that the FBI was rounding up members of the Miami Boys, as a precaution for the upcoming Olympics in Atlanta and Duane never called again.

Duncan visited once a week as well as another Bull named Phillipe. Phillipe was an extremely dark skinned Haitian and Scott was simply awestruck by his cock. The thing was an inch longer than Duncan’s, as big as the dildo that Dawn called, BIG BEN. The head was serpentine and covered by a wrinkly black foreskin. The shaft was as black as Phillipe’s skin, bigger in the middle, and his testicles were worthy of a real bull. He called it Le Serpent Noir, but usually referred to his cock as Black Dan. Dan being some African tribe’s word for snake.

He and Phillipe got a long really well. They both liked the Miami teams. They sat beside each other on the couch cheering on the Dolphins, Scott clothed. Phillipe nude with a naked Dawn kneeling between his legs sucking his cock. Dawn even had him over for dinner sometimes before they headed to the bedroom and the three visited Mama Maria’s, a pizzeria and sport’s bar, together to watch a few games and play pool. Scott only had one issue with the Haitian, he seemed convinced that Scott wanted to suck his cock. One day Phillipe arrived before Dawn they talked briefly. The black man excused himself to use the restroom. Scott looked up from the TV when Phillipe’s nude form appeared in front of him, that monster of a cock sticking straight out, hard as a rock. The black man grabbed the shaft and pulled back on the foreskin until the snake-shaped head emerged, getting closer and closer to Scott’s mouth. Scott turned his head away, the tip of Phillipe’s cock brushing along his cheek. “Come on, mon ami, give Black Dan a kiss to prepare me for your wife.”

“I’m not gay,” protested Scott, moving his head away from the scary black shaft.

“Nor am I, but you should still show your subservience to the alpha’s cock.”

“Uh no,” he said, reaching out and pushing the cock away from his face.

“Suit yourself.” He stepped back, just as Dawn arrived home. She raised her eyebrows at the scene, but came over and greeted Phillipe with a kiss, her hand coming down to stroke his shaft while their tongue dueled.

Scott took a pill while they headed off to the bedroom. He followed, stripping. Dawn was in her underwear, sitting on the bed, sucking Phillipe off. Scott sat down in his usual spot and watched, waiting for the climax. Phillipe’s bull balls were too much for Dawn. She’d gulp until her belly was full and then he’d coat her face until it dripped with his seed and there was always some left to splatter on her tits. He’d stay hard and fuck her until coming again. This time was slightly different. “Scott, come here,” he ordered.

Scott glanced down warily at that swollen monstrosity, the head sticking out of the foreskin, dripping sperm onto Dawn’s thighs. He stood up and approached. Dawn scooted back as Phillipe climbed on the bed, kneeling between her legs. “Grab my cock,” ordered Phillipe.

Scott looked at Dawn, then realized Phillipe was talking to him. He looked down at the coal black shaft. His hand came up, reaching out and finally closing around the black man’s shaft.

“Tres bien, Scott,” said Phillipe adjusting himself. “Now guide me down to your wife’s lovely white pussy.” His accent making it sound like Pus-ay. Scott obeyed, pushing down on Phillipe’s cock until The head was poised against Dawn’s pussy lips. “Ask me to fuck your wife.”

“Please fuck my wife?” He said, the shaft sliding through his hands as the snake head at the end of Phillipe’s cock pushed into Dawn. He released it.

“Non, Scott. Keep your hand on it.”

Scott grabbed it again, the bulge in the middle sliding back and forth through his grip. He’d never held anything so powerful. This was a real man’s cock! He’d never know the joy of having a cock this big, or experience one of this man’s violent orgasms. Nor would he ever be able to give a woman the pleasure that a cock like this could give.

He started crying again. He cried every time he watched Dawn with another man. The pill had kicked in and his little penis had sprung up to attention while he held the black man’s superior penis in his right hand. “May I jerk off?” he asked, his penis aching.

“Of course, mon ami, but keep your hand on my cock.”

Scott’s right hand was on Phillipe’s cock, beneath the bulge now as the middle was stretching out Dawn’s pussy lips. He spit in his left hand, jerking off his tiny penis while staring at the massive black one, stretching his white wife out like he never would. His grip tightened around Phillipe’s shaft as Dawn violently came, his fingers soon feeling the fresh wetness coating Phillipe’s shaft. “Fuck,” grunted Scott, thrusting his penis through his hand. His seed shot from the head, and fell on Dawn’s stomach, filling her belly button. A few more thimble sized drops fell on her belly while Phillipe’s cock never stopped sliding through his grip. He stood there for another fifteen minutes before Phillipe let out a loud grunt worthy of a bull. Scott felt the black man’s seed pumping through the shaft. It kept pumping and pumping, the shaft pulsing in his hand each time large amounts of semen was pushing through his shaft. Phillipe’s white seed squirted out of Dawn, running down the purplish-dark shaft coating Scott’s fingers. He used it as lubrication, jerking Black Dan off so that even more of Phillipe’s cum shot into Scott’s wife.

Phillipe’s semen didn’t have anywhere to go, most of it pouring out of Dawn’s pussy. Scott found his hand running further up Phillipe’s shaft as the black Haitian pulled his cock out. It had barely cleared her pussy when Phillipe’s big bull balls pumped another large strand of white semen across her pubes and belly. Scott raised the black cock up, aiming it higher, jerking Phillipe off as white globs of cum continued to shoot from the head, striking Dawn’s nipples and breasts. She raised her head, rubbing his cum into her skin until it finally stopped shooting out. “Thank you,” said Scott, in a hushed tone. Phillipe grunted and slapped him on the back, the white man’s hand still gliding along the black shaft.

Every time he came by, Phillipe would present his cock before Scott’s face, but he always refused. The black man let him hold Black Dan again while he fucked Dawn with half his shaft, telling Scott to let go halfway through a go suck on Dawn’s nipples. When he came, Phillipe pulled it out early, shooting most of his cum on Scott’s face and on the lips embracing Dawn’s hard nipple. Scott tasted him for the first time and had to admit, he understood his wife’s love for the black man’s cum. “There’s plenty down there, mon ami, if you’re hungry for more,” said Phillipe, smacking his hard cock down on Dawn’s pussy.

Scott shook his head no. He wasn’t about to lick another man’s sperm out of his wife’s well-fucked pussy. He asked Dawn about it later. Phillipe had told her that the husbands of the first few wives he bulled all sucked his cock or ate his semen out of their pussys convincing him that all weaker males wanted to do it.

Scott was in awe of Phillipe’s cock and completely jealous of Black Dan, but he had no desire to suck the black man off. He politely refused every time, but there weren’t that many more times.

Dawn’s belly grew and she became concerned for her baby’s safety. She called off her bulls, though Phillipe continued to hang out with them at Mama Maria’s or to watch a game with Scott. Dawn continued to suck Black Dan off on those occasions.

She also let Scott make love to her again. Once a week, they’d spoon and he’d seesaw his dick between her legs until she was wet enough he could insert it. Dawn found it pleasurable, but it wasn’t good enough to give her an orgasm. They stopped when his sample pills ran out.

Meanwhile, her belly continued to grow.

**********

Dawn pulled up just outside BBC’s Adult Books. The top on her car was up to protect the baby from the sun. She got out of the car, pulled the stroller out of the trunk and removed her healthy baby boy.

Scott was gone.

He’d walked out on her after she gave birth to the dark-skinned boy. He’d acted weird through her third trimester, thrilled she was pregnant, and acting like he was convinced he was the father, totally in denial of the fact that they hadn’t had sex anywhere close to the time she’d been impregnated. She fully believed that Benjamin Blackwell Calhoun was her boy’s father with a chance it might have been Abu.

He had taken one look at their baby as the nurses pulled it out, stood up, turned around and walked out, passing her curious parents, worrying them that something terrible had happened.

He was kind enough to let her stay at their house while she recovered, but that patience was coming to an end. He offered her a flat sum from their savings, but no house and no alimony. Her lawyer advised her to take the deal.

She pushed her baby across the street and backed into the door to push it open, pulling her son in backwards. “Baby’s first visit to a porn store,” she mumbled.

Dawn turned around to see Ben already strolling towards her. His eyes on the baby. “Mine?” he asked.

“Probably,” she replied, keenly aware that her nipples were hardening in Ben’s presence. Her milk-laden breasts had grown another cup size, stretching her areola out further and her nipples had doubled in width. Almost immediately, they started leaking. Dawn was glad Ben couldn’t see them. She was wearing a white halter that left her belly bare. She’d worked hard to get her flat stomach back. She wasn’t quite pre-baby, but her new curviness looked even sexier on her. Ben couldn’t tell though. Denim overalls covered her belly and breasts, only showing her skin at the sides. “It might be…”

“It’s mine,” he said, picking the baby up. “Hi there, little man,” he said, beaming as he examined it. “Have you named him yet?”

“Yes. This is…”

“This is Benjamin Blackwell Calhoun Jr. We’ll call him Benny.” He cradled little Benny in his arms, looking up at her. “You look good.”

She blushed. Her nipples straining even harder. Dawn had done everything possible to stay in shape, rubbing lotion around her belly to keep the stretch marks off. She’d gotten the Rachel haircut. She looked amazing, pregnancy had suited her well. Her boobs were her only source of embarrassment, constantly leaking milk. If James… if Benny was nursing on her left nipple, her right was squirting out strong jets of milk and vice versa. Her son did not lack for nourishment. “Thanks,” she replied.

“What does Mr. Conner think of little Benny here?”

“Mr. Conner is out of the picture.” She filled Ben in on the rest of her situation.

“You’ll move in with me,” he stated firmly. “Benny won’t grow up homeless. There’s one condition though,” he stated, looking at her.

“What?” she asked.

“I want another. One more then you can go on birth control. No other men until then.”

Benny was the greatest thing that had ever happened to her and the thought of Ben’s fertile seed filling her womb with another child filled her with joy. “Sounds wonderful Ben, but I have my own condition.”

“What’s that?” he grunted.

“Store’s empty. Let’s get started right away.”

Minutes later, Benny was sleeping in his carriage while Dawn was back on the dirty mattress on all fours, getting fucked by the best cock in the world. It had been three months since she’d given birth and it had taken her that long to heal. She’d slowly worked the BIG BEN inside her over the last few days until she could once again take it all. The itch was driving her crazy and she was finally getting the real thing once again.

**********

A week later, Dawn was laying out in her bikini, trying to get a tan on her back, but her big breasts mashing into her towel made the position very uncomfortable. She deserved the rest, having spent the week unpacking. Ben had gotten his sons’ baby stuff out of storage and they’d turned one of the rooms of the mini-mansion into a nursery. A baby monitor sat beside her blanket to alert her to when Benny woke up. His belly was full having nursed until he fell asleep and he should be out for a while.

She too felt full and content. Ben ejaculated three times a day, twice into her womb and the third either filling her belly or her bowels. She’d sucked him off before he left for work that morning, her belly pleasantly full, but her pussy wishing it had been the recipient of his seed. She was feeling especially horny that morning and predicted she might be ovulating. One of Ben’s sperm from last night might even be fertilizing an egg at that very moment.

Dawn smiled when she felt Ben’s hands on her back. She didn’t know what he was doing home early, but she did know her horniness was about to be taken care of. Her hair was tied back with a scrunchie. He lifted it and untied the string behind her neck. His hands moving down and untying the strings on her waist.

He was eager, grabbing her hips and pulling her up on all fours, his cock already hard, sliding up her ass cheeks. It slid back down as he pulled back, the head sliding down to her cunt and pressing against her pussy lips. She gasped as the fat head penetrated her followed by inch after inch of his familiar cock. “Oh god Daddy, you feel so good,” she moaned fucking him back. “Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me.”

Smack! His hand came down on her ass, not too hard, but hard enough her skin turned red. He grabbed the cheek he’d just smacked, squeezing, his thumb probing against her anus. She came when he pushed it in. Her ponderous milk-laden breasts sprayed milk on the blanket beneath her. She screamed, pushing harder back into her baby daddy’s thrusting cock. Ben reached out and pulled her scrunchie off, her hair falling down around her face. Her breasts swung pendulously beneath her, their weight wanting to pull her forward before they swung back. They’d grown so large, her hard nipples were nearly rubbing along her blanket. She prayed they wouldn’t get any bigger the next time Ben planted his seed in her egg.

Dawn threw her head back, crying out as she came again, milk spraying forward from her breasts. Her pussy clamped down around Ben’s familiar shaft as muscular spasms tried to milk his cum out into her, but her stud lover wasn’t ready and continued to fuck her hard.

Dawn loved every minute of it. She smiled lazily as she slowly opened her eyes, frowning in confusion at the giant cock bobbing before her nose. It was Ben’s cock, the real King Dong, but Ben’s cock was fucking inside her at that moment!

The black man had pulled riding leathers down under his cock and balls. The knobby head of the huge cock swayed just under her nose. Ben thrust his cock forward, Dawn opening her mouth and letting this new yet familiar black cock slide past her lips. He wasted no time grabbing her head and pulling her down as he shoved his cock deep in her throat. Dawn looked down the shaft and up, the fit muscular body of the man. He was shirtless, but had a sleeveless open leather vest over his torso. A snarling black panther patch was sewn onto one side of the vest. One of Ben’s motorcycle gang friends, she assumed. Her eyes moved up to the face. Ben stared back down at her.

Dawn almost choked on the cock in her mouth as she came again. The man fucking her was doing it harder now, shoving his thumb in her ass faster in time with his thrusting cock.

“HA! Bitch just shot milk all over my pants,” said the man whose cock was in her mouth.

It wasn’t Ben, but he looked like a twenty-year younger version of Ben. There was no gray in his hair and he was more fit with more prominent muscles. She’d seen his picture in the house and on the Bull Pen bulletin board. This was Ben’s son, Buru, the one who is like a bull. The answering machine in the house was full of desperate women calling for his stud services. Buru called them back whenever he got back in town and Ben had even confessed, he’d filled in as a Bull on a lot of those calls.

The cock in her pussy thrust forward and Dawn shuddered as the first wave of semen filled her womb. She humped back into his cock. Her nipples spraying little jets of milk in time to the strong blasts of semen pumping into her womb.

“Got milk?” Buru grunted laughing.

The man behind her leaned on her, catching his breath a moment. Slowly, he pulled his cock back, a flood of sperm poured out of her to splatter on her blanket. It made it easier for her to suck Buru and take his cock deep down her throat, even balls deep which seemed to impress him. She felt him swelling, pushing back just as her mouth filled with seed even more delicious than Ben’s It came so hard and fast, it squirted out around the sides of her mouth. She gulped it down as fast as she could, relishing how rich and good it tasted.

Her baby’s soft cries started coming through the baby monitor. “What’s that?” asked Buru, slowly pulling his cock out until it slid down her chin, followed by a constant dribble of sperm from her mouth. Dawn couldn’t swallow any more.

“That..” she said, licking her lips. “That is your brother, Benny.”

“Damned if she ain’t squirting milk?” The other man walked around beside her. He was nude, built like the first, his cock dangling between his legs, but still it’s full size. She recognized Bomani.

Ben’s sons had come home.

**********

Both of Ben’s sons had gone to college, Bomani getting a business degree and Buru a degree in marketing. Upon graduating, Bomani set out on his motorcycle to see the country, Buru riding to join him two years later. For the last six years, they’d been largely inseparable. Ben partially supported them and both his sons got by doing odd jobs as handymen or bartending during the winter layovers. Bomani made extra money fixing up and detailing bikes while Buru, an amazing artist, earned some side cash as a tattoo artist. Their father occasionally joined them for some biker rally as he had last year when Dawn stopped by to see him. They sometimes wintered in Miami, working at BBC’s Adult Books to give their father some time off. Ben had only heard from them infrequently over the last few months as the boys had found themselves in Alaska and had decided to ride the Pan-American highway down to Argentina. They’d just returned to the States a few days ago. They’d gone a few days without a woman and both had full testicles when the arrived home to find Dawn sunbathing.

Ben wasn’t too surprised to walk in his house and see Dawn riding reverse cowgirl in Bomani’s lap, his cock shoved up her ass while Buru’s black ass flexed as he thrust his cock in and out of her pussy. The two men often shared their women. If one got lucky on the rode, the other joined in after she’d been broken in. If they both got laid, the usually swapped places in the darkness. “I told you no other men, grunted Ben. Dawn’s face was over Buru’s shoulder, her hands in claws digging into his back. Bomani’s head was over her shoulder.

“Not… like… I had… a choice,” she gasped.

“Hey pop,” said Bomani, giving his dad a wink.

“At least the baby will still be a Calhoun,” sighed Ben. “Hurry up boys, so Dawn can rustle us up some dinner,” said Ben.

“OHGOD!” squealed Dawn. “It’s been… cum… non stop… cum… since they got… CUMMING! FUCK! FUCK ME! CUMMING! SO GOOD!”

“I’ll just order a pizza,” said Ben.

**********

The boys stayed for a month. They filmed half a dozen porn scenes, often with scripts. Ben played a plumber greeted by the horny housewife in a bikini, her husband’s boss forcing her to put out to save his job, and a homeless man she’d hit with her car. Buru and Bomani played pool cleaners, home invaders, and her husband’s bullies from high school. All the movies went up on Ben’s channel in the video booths.

Ben disappeared for a week while the boys ran his store. He biked down to the keys and over to the gulf coast alone for a while, with Abu for a few days, and some other black panthers. Dawn was quickly coming to the conclusion that Bulls were strongly driven to roam around and spread their seed to as many women as possible.

Cleo was born some nine months after Buru and Bomani had returned home. She never knew who the father was.

As the century turned, Ben proposed and she agreed. Ben made her sign a prenuptial agreement, granting her a generous trust for Benny and Cleo should they divorce or he pass away, but keeping his home and business for his boys. They married on the beach with the Miami skyline in the background. Buru and Bomani were Ben’s best men and they both claimed later that they fucked Dawn’s shocked bridesmaids. They honeymooned in Key West where they were joined by another white wife named Kelly Johnson that had wandered in to Ben’s store and fucking him on his dirty mattress. Dawn and Kelly both found sharing a bed with Ben and each other not unpleasant.

The two women remained close for years. Kelly had a black son, quite possibly with Ben, but she kept a few of her own Bulls as did Dawn. Dawn even introduced her to Phillipe. Kelly divorced her husband and earned a living stripping with Dawn joining her sometimes to earn some spending money without depending on her husband’s allowance.

In 2003, the big move occurred. Buru and Bomani had plans to save the family business from the growing threat of the internet. They shut down BBC’s Adult Books and moved to a larger location a little further from the ghetto rebranding the store as the BBC Lover’s Boutique. The business catered to the growing BBC lifestyle trend locally. In addition to interracial porn, they sold BBC lifestyle gear, such as tee shirts and queen of spades jewelry. Buru set up a tattoo studio while Dawn learned body piercing mostly piercing belly buttons. They store added a fashion line selling BBC ONLY Tee shirts, spade bikinis, and other slutty outfits catering to strippers at the many dance clubs in the area. They kept the Bull Pen, but it also went online. A large number of their sales also moved online, the internet working for them now instead of against them. They sold more BBC LIFELIKE DILDOS and KING DONGS then ever over the internet, though Ben complained he didn’t get to meet the women purchasing them.

Dawn saw her husband less and less those days. With his boys running the store, Ben set off on his own adventures across the country sometimes being gone for months on end. He came back for Benny’s graduation from high school, presenting his son with a brand-new motorcycle. Ben and Benny spent the summer touring the West together before Benny went off to law school.

Cleo grew up to be a stunner. She had her mother’s body with light brown skin and darker hair. She wanted to be a writer and went to college to study writing. She was independent, Ben paid her tuition, but she paid the rest of her way stripping at the Miami Temptations. She married young, a white Bull named Frank. His cock was on the small side at ten inches, but it was still a cock and it kept her satisfied. His smaller sized cock kept him from straying too much. Cleo continued stripping nights and wrote during the day. Her books were all interracial romances set in South Florida featuring black women and hung white men.

As her children went off to College, Dawn was still a stunner at 50. She still looked better in a bikini than most women half her age, never failing to make Ben’s cock or her much younger Bull’s cocks rise at the sight of her.

Ben came home from a long ride. At 73, he’d slowed, having his own penis problems, but Scott’s company’s miracle drug ironically solved that problem. He came home and made love to his wife twice that night. The next day he started packing for another trip.

“But you just got back,” she complained, wrapping her arms around him from behind. She was nude, hair still wet from the shower. She reached down and squeezed her crotch. “I was hoping you’d stay longer this time.”

Ben turned and embraced her. He was holding her black spade bikini, $39.99 at the BBC Lover’s Boutique. “This time, you’re coming with me, baby.” Ben kissed her.

“But the kids…” Their kids were in college and on their own. Their business always had either Buru or Bomani successfully running it and they had competent assistant managers to oversee things should they take some time off. “But…”

“But nothing. You’re coming with me.” He handed her the bikini. “Put this on.”

A few hours later, Ben straddled his bike and turned it on. He was wearing leather pants and a white tee. She climbed on behind him wearing a barely there black thong bikini that could get them pulled over in many states. “Where we going?” she asked, wrapping her arms around her husband.

Ben pulled goggles down over his eyes. “Wherever you want, babe,” he replied.

Dawn leaned forward resting her head on his back as the motorcycle moved down their driveway. Her hand was inches above Ben’s mighty black cock, a cock that would be in her daily for however ever long their adventure lasted.

What could be better than that?

THE END