2nd Chapter of Mothers and Sons

 This is Wendy's story. It's unedited.

WENDY

 

“What about the Indian girl?”

“She’d be great,” said Wendy loudly. “But she had a boyfriend with her.” Wendy Whiteman and her fiancé Rick were standing at the outside bar on the crowded deck. She was wearing her black bikini top and tiny cutoff jeans. The buttons and zipper on the jeans were open showing a path down to her crotch, but her bikini panty covered her pubes. She still wore her cowboy hard and boots.

Rick winced as the man behind him pushed against him. The deck was packed and noisy. Rick was back-to-back with the man, but he kept swaying against Rick. “Damn! I want my birthday present.”

“I can’t believe I promised you a threesome,” she yelled back.

Rick looked embarrassed as the bartender froze and raised his eyebrows as he passed them. “I can’t believe it either.” Rick couldn’t believe it. She’d also agreed rather quickly to having another woman join them. He’d taken her virginity several months earlier and she’d immediately decided she loved fucking his dick. She never turned down sex and did any position he wanted, even seemed to enjoy blowing him, but so far had turned down anal. Rick was totally convinced she was hooked on him and his dick, but he was starting to wonder if she might be into girls too. Not that he’d have a problem with that. Just the thought of Wendy and some other hot ass bitch kissing and sucking on his dick was making his prick stiff. He’d even let the girls start without him. He grinned picturing Wendy and the girl in the Indian bikini making out nude on their motel bed while he sat and watched. And if that didn’t happen… he bet with a little birthday begging, she’d finally agree to letting him fuck her hot ass.

Wendy didn’t look like the type. She was a blue-eyed blonde and gorgeous. The Playboy girl next door type. Lovely, but innocent. Her body was pure Penthouse/Porn star, however. She was gifted and that Danielle Indian girl had a body just as gifted as Wendy’s.

The other women in the bar weren’t much to look at and the ones that were attractive all had men with them. He was starting to think his fantasy wasn’t going to happen. At least not this trip.

“Fuck!” The guy behind him pushed him again.

“What?” asked Wendy.

“I’m about to kick this guy’s ass,” grunted Rick. He held his thumb out pointing over his shoulder.

Her bright blue eyes sparkled. “I don’t think you want to do that honey,” she said.

“Why?” He stepped closer to her, which was nice. Her tits were now pressing into his chest. He turned and looked over his shoulder. The man bumping into him was a large black man with broad shoulders. Rick had only been in a few fights and this guy could probably take him. Plus, he was talking to two other large black men. The man was one of the darkest black men he’d ever seen. He couldn’t see his face, but his hair was long dark dreadlocks with hints of gray falling down around a motorcycle jacket that had a pot leaf on the back printed with the colors of the flag of Jamaica. “Yeah, I’ll let him off easy this time,” said Rick.

Wendy laughed and leaned in to kiss him. She turned and waved to the bartender. Wendy was only eighteen, but with her body and the fact she was barely covering it, no one had yet to ask her for her ID. She was drunk, high on winning the bikini contest, in love with her handsome fiancé, and living it up. She got two more beers, turned and handed one to Rick.

Rick took a sip. “Be back, babe. Gotta piss.”

He walked away and she looked up to see the giant black man had turned and was staring at her. His dark eyes seemed to pierce into her blue ones. He had a very powerful presence about him. He was very dark skinned and looked to be in his early to mid-forties. She was afraid he was about to hit on her, but instead he turned and walked away. Her nipples throbbed and she glanced down to see them tenting out through the tight bikini top. They were so hard they ached.

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Rick hated the men’s bathroom here. It consisted of two long troughs with water running into them. Men just lined up next to each other and peed into them with no privacy. He’d been eyeing the door as his bladder filled trying to determine the right time to go pee.

He lucked out and it was empty when he walked into the room. He pulled out his penis and tried to relax enough to pee. The flow of urine started just as the door opened. Men’s bathroom etiquette meant that the man would use the empty trough. Instead, the man stepped right up next to him, so close his shoulder jostled him. “Do you mind?” asked Rick, looking annoyed.

“Mi nuh mind,” said the man, snorting.

Rick looked up to see the giant black man that had been jostling him in the bar. He felt the color drain from his cheeks. “Can I help you?”

“No mon, but mi tink mi cya help yuh.” The black man looked over and down at Rick.

“And how’s that?” he asked, trying to decipher the thick accent just before taking a step left.

“As a partna fi yuh threeway.”

Rick chuckled. “Sorry pal, but we’re looking for a woman to join us.” He chuckled again and looked down to shake the last drop of piss out of his prick. He was not gifted in the penis department. His penis barely passed five inches erect. Soft and pissing, it was only around three inches long. Looking down, he caught sight of the black man’s penis. He gasped loudly, eyes widening in disbelief.

Now it was the black man’s turn to chuckle. “Me tink yuh gyal wudda more fun wid mine.”

Rick’s eye’s remained wide open as he stared astonished and the black man’s phallus. “I don’t believe it,” he mumbled. The large Jamaican was holding a giant tubular shaft that had to be ten inches long. The thing was coal black in color and blasting out a powerful stream of urine. It was the biggest most powerful looking prick he’d ever seen. It was also the ugliest. The Jamaican’s cock was uncircumcised, the baggy hood covering a very round and bulbous head. Swollen blue-black veins traversed the shaft. The urine stream slowly let up and the black man jiggled the head until the last few drops flew out.

“It very real white bowy. Si fi yuhself.” He reached over and grabbed Rick’s arm, moving Rick’s hand towards his black cock. “That’s it white bowy, feel it powa!”

Rick felt it’s power the moment he closed his hand around the fat shaft. The damn thing swelled, spreading his fingers apart. He couldn’t help running his hand up the shaft towards the head. It swelled more, hardening and firming up. The shaft was ten inches now, eleven, and finally a thirteen-inch cock was sticking out from the black man’s pubes. His own penis shriveled, retreating into his balls. His hand jerked up just under the head of the black man’s cock, squeezed it tightly and pulled down. “JESUS!” He pulled the foreskin down, as the man’s cock head emerged, the penis went from being the ugliest thing he'd ever seen the picture of masculine perfection.

“Me tink yuh gyal wud like it, don’t yuh?”

Rick nodded. “Yes,” he whispered. His hand was still stroking it. In his mind, he was picturing Wendy holding it. No, Rick was still holding it, guiding it between her lips, between her thighs…

“Well white bowy?”

The door opened.

“Room 212. Across the street,” he spat out.

A burly biker strolled in, already pulling his belt through the buckle. He caught Rick pulling his hand away from the black man’s crotch. “Fuckin’ fags!” He grunted. The black man turned and it was the biker’s turn to stare in shock at the black monster cock sticking out from the Jamaican’s legs. He recoiled bumping into and almost falling into the urinal trough.

Rick tucked his penis into his pants and hurried out. “Mi wi cum by at 10,” called the black man after him.

**********

“Whoa! Slow down, stud,” cried Wendy. They’d just gotten back to their room and Rick had immediately wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her tits. “Mmm,” she purred, as Rick kissed her neck. He bit the string sticking out from the knot behind her neck and pulled until the knot came undone. She held the top over her breasts. “What’s gotten into you?” she asked, pleased, her lover desired her so much. She could feel his hard penis poking her in the rear of her jean shorts. She lowered one hand from her breasts and reached behind her to squeeze Rick’s dick. Since he’d taken her virginity, his penis had become one of her favorite things in the world.

Rick groaned as he felt her hand on his junk, but he took a step back. He spun his fiancé around. “Drop your top, he ordered.

Wendy raised one eyebrow, but removed her hand from holding her bikini over her breasts. The top fell just under her tits. She reached behind her back and untied the second knot, the bikini top falling to the floor.

Rick reached out and grabbed the flaps of her jean shorts. He pulled them apart, trying to pull them down, but they were tight. She giggled, stepping back until he let go. She grabbed the hem of her shorts and wiggled them down over her hips and down her thighs until they fell down her legs. “Damn,” said Rick, taking his girlfriend’s looks in. She was a fucking fantasy nude, but for her bikini bottom, hat, and boots. He stepped forward, reaching his hand out for the knot around her hips.

Knock. Knock. Thud.

Rick froze. His eyes glanced over to the nightstand. The alarm clock’s red lights read 10:00. What was he thinking? This beautiful creature was all his. He didn’t want to share her. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

“Now who could that be?” asked Wendy. “Must have the wrong room?”

Knock. Thud. Thud.

Rick turned. “I have a surprise,” he stuttered, nervously.

“Room service?” she asked, stepping away from sight of the door.

“Uh no,” he said. Rick surprised her by undoing the chain lock

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Rick opened the door and peered through the crack though he knew who it was. The giant black man’s white teeth grinned down at him from the other side of the door. He stepped back and opened the door.

“EEK!” Wendy squealed as the dreadlocked black giant stepped into the room. She quickly held her arm across her breasts to cover her swollen nipples. “Rick, what is this?”

“Uh, surprise!” said, Rick halfheartedly. “This man…”

“Augustus Cetewayo,” said the black man in a deep voice. “But yuh call mi Gus.”

“But what’s he doing here?” Wendy pulled her cowgirl hat off when Gus glanced to smirk at Rick. She held it over her left breast while holding her arm tight across her right breast, squashing her voluminous tit flesh into her chest.

“Me here fi di threeway,” said Gus turning his attention back to her. His eyes swept down her body. He nodded liking what he saw.

Wendy squinted waiting for her mind to translate his thick accent. It sounded like he said… “Did he say he’s here to have a threeway?”

“Yeah ma’am,” said Gus, nodding.

“Is he kidding?” Wendy looked at Rick. Was he insane? She’d never fuck a black man, especially an ugly one old enough to be her father. “I’m not interested in a threeway.”

“Mi overheard yuh two chatting bout it.” Gus stepped further into the room.

Wendy stepped back nervously. She flushed a little. “We were looking for another woman. Rick’s idea.”

“She agreed to it quickly,” said Rick, shutting his mouth when Wendy flashed him an angry look.

“For his birthday,” she added.

“Mi undastan,” said Gus, nodding. Rick sighed in relief. “Ow many cocks yuh seen white gyal?”

“Just Ricks,” she replied. “And it’s enough for me.”

“Den yuh haven’t eva seen a cock. All yuh see is da white bowy’s likkle buddy. Yuh nuh wa fi si a big black Jamaican buddy?”

Her eyes automatically glanced down at Gus’s crotch, frowning at the size of the bulge he was showing. She did kind of want to see another dick. “Uh, not really,” she answered. Rick walked over and held the room’s door open, waiting for Gus to leave.

“Cum pan white gyal dis might be yuh ongle chance.” He crudely reached down and squeezed his crotch. The bulge looked bigger when he pulled his hand away.

“If I look at it will you leave?”

From behind the black man, Rick shook his head furiously, but she wasn’t looking at him. She was looking down at Gus’s bulge and she looked curious. He wanted to see Wendy’s hand on it, yet he knew that once she saw it, she would never look at Rick’s penis the same way again. “Please don’t, Wendy,” he mouthed silently, but she remained focused on Gus’ bulge.

Gus stepped closer to Wendy. She took another step back. “Aks mi tuh lef an mi wi lef.” She didn’t ask him to leave. He reached down and pulled his belt out of the buckle. “Guh sit pan di bed,” he ordered.

Wendy kept the hat and her arm over her breasts. She backed up and sat down the king-sized bed. Gus stepped close enough, she automatically spread her legs. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them open.

“Go ahead and show me,” she said, staring at the bulging white briefs between the flaps of his jeans. Her nose crinkled up in disgust. His underwear hadn’t been washed for a while. It wasn’t just covered in urine stains, but it was also so crusty, white flakes fell off it when he pulled his jeans open like his underwear had bad dandruff.

“Yuh tek it out gyal.” He pushed his jeans slightly further down his hips revealing even more of his dirty crusted underwear.

Ugh, she thought, thinking the smell might make her wretch. She dropped the hat, holding her hand over her nipple while her arm covered her other breast. She reached out and pinched the waistband daintily between her thumb and forefinger. She pulled the underwear out a little.

“Reach inna an pull it out, white gyal.” He pushed the jeans the rest of the way down his hips. It fell to his thighs, revealing the entirety of his straining boxer briefs. The bottom of his underwear was straining out by two spherical bulges the size of tennis balls. Black pubes stuck out of the gaps between them.

You’re going to pay for this, Rick, she thought, holding her breath she pulled the hem of his underwear out. She finally uncovered her breasts, her other hand reaching out and inside his underwear. She felt large thick coils. Her hand closed around the shaft.

She froze.

What the hell was she holding in her hand? Wendy quickly pulled down on the underwear and up with her hand. The second her eyes fell on the hideous giant black cock, she released it, jerking her hand away from the evil looking thing.

Rick sighed with relief at the look of disgust written all over Wendy’s face.

“What’s wrong with it?” she asked, trying to recoil away from it.

“Way yuh mean?”

“Why is it so big?” Her eyes swept down the shaft. It stuck out and down like a large completely spoiled banana, no larger, like a black plantain. It was twice the size of Rick’s hard penis and many times thicker. “Where’s the head?”

Gus chuckled. “Wi grow dem big inna Jamaica.” He pushed his pants down to his knees before stretching out the filthy briefs and pushing them down also. “Wi also don’t cut our big cocks.”

His cock was truly disgusting, reminding her of a headless worm. The hood was so thick, she could barely make out the outline of its crown, though it must have been large for the end was very bulbous. The tip was peeking out of a round hole in the wrinkly coal black foreskin, a large pee slit running across it making the worm appear to have one closed eye. As revolting as it was, she found it somewhat fascinating. “Okay, I’ve seen it. You can go now.”

“Nuh til you’ve seed it haad gyal,” said Gus. “Gi it a likkle stroke.”

“You mean it’s not hard?” she asked in shock. He gave a little chuckle. Of course, it wasn’t, the thing was still dangling down, but it had risen a little. She reached out for it. It still stank of sweat and musk, but not as badly as his underwear Her hand closed around it again.

“Gi it a tug.”

She stroked her hand up. Her fingers parted as it swelled. The big black cock grew some more. She stroked down and up again. It got bigger. The thing was a freaking foot long as it rose up to point at her face. Her eyes stared down the black shaft in amazement.

“Grab it just anda di head an pull dung.”

Wendy did as he asked, her hand pulling down the foreskin. Her eyes widened as the crown emerged from its hood.

Rick stood at the door. His little dick was hard as a rock seeing his white girlfriend holding the dark black man’s monster cock. All traces of disgust left her face the second his cock head emerged from its foreskin. She was staring at it in awe and even lust. Her nipples suddenly hardened to the point they were pulling out her areola so that her entire nipple was puffy. Her hand stoked up and down the shaft maintaining a tight grip so that the head was always exposed.

“JESUS! Look at the size of that thing,” said a voice behind Rick.

Rick jerked back to awareness. He’d stupidly been standing there like an idiot with the door open. Now two biker chicks had frozen in their tracks passing his door and were staring at Wendy jerking of the dreadlocked black man. He quickly closed the door blocking their view. Wendy was so focused on Gus’ thirteen-inch black cock, she hadn’t even noticed.

“My god,” she said, staring at the huge black cock.

“Glad yuh tek a peek, gyal?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “It’s so big, Gus. So fucking big.”

“Mi call it, Dominus.”

“Dominus,” she said, addressing it.

Rick gulped. He’d taken Latin at Catholic school and knew what the word meant. Wendy had just called it, lord or in other words, “master.”

“Wa fi suck it?” he asked. “It is ah privilege fah ah white gyal to suck ah big Jamaican nigga cock.”

“What?” A look of revulsion crossed her face at the thought of sucking the huge black cock. She’d sucked Rick a few times, this morning even as the first part of his birthday present. She generally didn’t mind doing it for him, but this morning he’d lost control and came in her mouth. She’d found the bitter taste disgusting. She rinsed her mouth out with mouthwash twice after spitting his watery seed out. “No way,” she said, still remembering the unpleasant taste.

“Den jerk mi off,” he ordered.  “Eff yuh nuh wa ta dweet den di white bowy cya.”

Rick’s eyes widened. He kind of did want to jerk off the black man’s cock. He’d been masturbating half his life and he’d already held Gus’ big powerful cock. Jerking of a cock like Gus’ would be so different then tugging his own dick off.

“Feel it’s powa, white bowy,” echoed Gus’ voice in his head.

“I uh…” Wendy reached out and touched it again. “I um…” She finally looked away from it and over at Rick for guidance.

“If you want to, honey,” he wheezed out. Her slender feminine hand looked much better than his own holding the coal black cock. Rick wanted to see the black man cum. He couldn’t imagine the amount of semen balls that big must produce. “Feel it’s powa,” echoed in his head again as he pictured the giant cock exploding gobs of white semen all over his girlfriend. “Do it, Wendy,” he rasped. “Jerk off that big black cock.”

She looked at him strangely and when she returned her attention to Gus’ cock, her hand was already tugging on it. “It’s so big,” she said. “So big,” she said again. “So big.”

Gus chuckled and looked smug. This was not a new experience to him. “Git some oil, white bowy,” said Gus, staring down at Wendy tugging on his shaft. “Gi yuh gyal a han.”

Rick reached into his shorts and pulled his hard dick up so that it wasn’t so uncomfortable. They had brought a large bottle of baby oil. He’d had the privilege of rubbing it all over Wendy’s nude body while she stood in the tub. Afterwards, she stayed in the tub dressing for the bikini contest, her skin now slick and shiny. He retrieved the bottle of oil from a small bag. There was less than half left and he hoped it would be enough. He walked over to his girlfriend, still pulling on the black man’s cock.

“Pour it pan, white bowy, an nuh skimp.”

Rick nodded. He turned the bottle upside down and squeezed it over Wendy’s fingers.

“Oooo,” she squealed as her hands began gliding along the black shaft more easily. Rick poured more out, coating the shaft from the swollen glans to the root. Wendy twisted her hands as she worked them up and down the shaft making sure Gus’ cock was liberally coated in oil. Drops fell to the carpeted floor of the hotel leaving stains.

Rick stepped back and tossed the empty bottle aside. His dick was straining so hard, he finally reached down and took it out. He’d gotten some oil on his hand and his hand slid easily along his thin shaft as he stared at his girlfriend jerking off the black man.

“So big,” said Wendy. “So fucking big!”

“Bigga den ya white bowy?” Gus reached down and placed his hand on her head, turning her attention away from his cock and towards Rick.

Rick’s pants were down around his ankles. He quickly jerked his hand away guiltily, leaving his skinny five-inch penis glistening in the light and bobbing up and down. Wendy’s lips curled up in contempt at what she saw. “You’re more than twice as big,” said Wendy. Rick quickly brought his hand back to his dick to hide it. His fist entirely engulfed his little penis while both Wendy’s hands only covered half the Jamaican’s cock. Rick sighed with relief when she turned her attention back on the black man.

He slowly jerked off, wanting to finish, but he wanted to ejaculate when the black man came. He forced himself not to speed up and whenever he felt himself getting close, he let go, leaving his hard penis jerking up and down. As pathetically small as it was compared to the black man’s, he’d never seen his dick so hard before. It was almost pushing six inches. In a different situation, he’d have been proud of it. His balls ached too. He needed to cum. Damn; Gus had some staying power. So did Wendy for that matter, her arms were keeping up a rather rapid pace.

“Are you close, Gus?” she asked, leaning forward.

“Call mi Papa or Papa Gus,” he said, “An yea gyal, mi getting close.”

“Good,” she said. “My arms are getting tired, Gus… Papa.” Her eyes widened. “Oh, it’s getting bigger!”

“Chat dutty tuh it, gyal. Tell it tuh cum.”

Wendy’s eyes lit up. She liked being vocal during sex. “Cum for me, Papa. I want Dominus to cum.”

Rick groaned, his little dick ready to explode any second. Gus’ cock looked like it was ready to get off to.

“Mi cya cum pan yuh big white tittys?” Gus threw his head back, breathing heavily.

“You can cum on my big white tittys, papa,” she told him.

Wendy didn’t know what she was saying. Gus’ cock head was just a foot away from her large DDs.

Mi cya baptise yuh face wid mi jizz?”

Wendy stared at his cock, breathing heavily. Rick had never seen her so aroused. “You can cum on my face,” she told his cock.

Mi cya cum inna yuh mout?”

Wendy’s eye twitched. She fought not to look disgusted. Rick knew the look. She’d looked like she’d sucked on a lemon after he’d cum in her mouth that morning. “You can cum in my mouth, Papa.”

“Nuh tell mi, tell Dominus.”

“Cum on me, Dominus,” she told his cock. Wendy found some hidden reserve of strength, her dainty white hands jerking off the coal black cock even faster. “Cum on my big white titties.” Her lips curled up in a quick smile when Gus groaned at that. “Cum on my face. Cum in my mouth.”

“Gi it a quick kiss, gyal.”

Wendy leaned forwards. Her lips puckered, she kissed the head of his cock. It was too much for Rick. He’d been close and released aching dick again. The moment Wendy kissed the black man’s massive cock’s head, his own dick jerked and shot out a large strand of semen at least two inches. He groaned as he orgasmed. Rick had never seen himself ejaculate so much. He glanced back at Wendy, still jerking the black cock. She’d pulled her head back and was staring at it rapturously. She leaned down and kissed it again and again. Her tongue twirled over the crown. She pulled back, still staring at it, her tongue ran over her lips before she sucked her lower lip into her mouth. Finally, she opened her mouth and Rick knew she was about to suck the head between her lips, but at that moment, Gus’ cock exploded.

He came on her face, her tits, and her mouth, like she had asked. The first wad came out as a thick strand of cum that didn’t seem to stop. To Rick it was like a whipped cream bottle had emptied on her face, piling up into a gooey mess. Only it wasn’t a bright white whipped cream, it was more like a thick vanilla pudding, covering and dripping down her face from her hair to her chin with a good amount flying into her open mouth.

Rick’s penis twitched again, several drops of semen shot from the grape size head of his dick.

Wendy reared back and Rick couldn’t tell if it was from horror or the force of the black man’s powerful ejaculate. Falling back thrust her breasts out and upwards, another endless strand of cum striking her chest, the impact sending his thick white semen splattering across the tops of her breasts.

Rick’s penis jerked, several drops of semen dribbling from the head of his hard prick.

Her hands had never released his cock. In fact they were still jerking him off. Gus grabbed the sides of her head and pulled her back up. Her mouth came right up and around his cock. She gagged as the thick head was thrust into her throat. Rick could see her gulping before she managed to pull back until the head wasn’t gagging her anymore. She struggled a moment when her cheeks bulged out. They depressed and bulged out again. She quit struggling and seemed to relax, still jerking off his cock and swallowing every bit of his seed, his mighty balls still possessed.

Rick’s balls ached. He looked down expecting to see his rock-hard penis still trying to cum. Instead, it had shriveled and retreated into his ball sack, like a turtle trying to hide its head from a predator.

“Tank it, gyal.”

Rick looked up. Wendy had finally let go of the Jamaican’s giant cock. It hadn’t shriveled like Rick’s, but looked as hard as ever. It was sticking straight out and bobbing slightly. “Thank you, Dominus,” she addressed the massive cock. Wendy was a total mess, huge globs of semen sliding down her cheeks and over her breasts, yet Rick had never seen her look sexier. “You taste good,” she told Gus, looking up at him. Her tongue came out to lick the sperm around her lips. Her hands grabbed and squeezed her breasts, rubbing his sperm into her skin.

She suddenly seemed to come back to reality, realizing what she was doing. She pulled her hands off her tits and stared at her slick palms. “I… I need to take a shower,” she stated, getting off the bed. She headed for the bathroom, but gave one last glance at Gus’ cock. It was ugly again, still sticking out, but bent down slightly. The foreskin had risen back up to envelope the head. She slipped into the bathroom and shut the door.

Gus took a few steps towards the bathroom, staring at the door. Rick came up behind him and picked up the man’s pants, crinkling his nose at the sight of Gus’ crusty underwear, he gently picked it up by pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. “Well, that was interesting,” he said. “Guess it’s time to go.”

Gus glanced over his shoulder at the white man holding out his pants and underwear for him to take. He grinned. “No, mi need a showa tuh, mon.” Gus tried the handle of the bathroom door. It was unlocked. He stepped inside.

Rick dropped the black man’s pants and underwear. He heard the shower curtain open and Wendy gasp. He waited for what felt like ten minutes, but was probably a lot less before opening the door. “Wendy, you okay?” he asked, entering the steamy room. Wendy was kneeling under the shower, sucking on Gus’ cock. He couldn’t see clearly through the steam, but it looked like she was managing a good ten inches.

“Yuh gyal is jus fin white bowy. She a great cocksucka,” said Gus. He was holding Wendy’s head and pulling her deeper into his cock while pushing his hips forwards until Wendy’s lips looked like they were planted on his pubes.

“Jesus,” whispered Rick. Gus released her head, but she continued to deep throat nearly the entire black cock.

“Get di doa fi mi white bowy,” growled Gus.

“What?” asked Rick, confused. Gus pulled his cock from Wendy’s throat and lifted her to her feet. He opened the shower curtain and lifted her in his arms. Rick figured it out and held the door open, stepping aside as the giant black man, carried his nude and dripping wet fiancé towards the bed. Gus placed her on the bed and climbed on. Wendy stared at the rampant black cock and spread her legs.

“Ready fi get fucked by a big black Jamaican nigga cock?”

“God yes,” she moaned, opening her legs wider.

Gus kneeled between her legs. He bent his hard cock down towards her glistening pussy.

“Wendy! Wait,” cried Rick. “You’re not protected.” She wasn’t on birth control and they always used a condom.

“What?” she asked, confused. It seemed that Gus’ cock had become her entire world. Her eyes widened. “Yeah, a condom.” She seemed to realize what she had just about let happen and it was her most fertile time of the month, right between periods. “You have to use protection.”

“Mi no ave a boots,” said Gus, still bending his cock down.

Wendy appeared to have come to her full senses. She slapped her hand down over the entrance to her pussy. “I want it, but you have to wear a condom. You can use one of Rick’s.”

Gus snorted. “Git me a boots white bowy,” he ordered. Rick gulped and went over to his suitcase he pulled out a sleeve of condoms. He tried to hand the sleeve to Gus. The black man snorted. “Small fit?” he asked, reading the condom.

“They’re tighter,” said Rick, trying to defend himself. “I’m not sma…” He stared down at the thirteen-inch black cock Gus was still holding. Rick had pulled his pants back up. He could still feel his shriveled-up penis withdrawn into his scrotum.

“Right,” said Gus, chuckling. “Open it.” Rick ripped open a packet and pulled out the thin latex. The opening didn’t look like it would fit over the tip of Gus’ cock. “Yuh put it pan, bowy.”

Rick reached down and took a hold of Gus’ shaft with his left hand. as the black man released it. He brought the condom up to the man’s cock head with his right. Rick pulled down on the foreskin, catching his breath as the cock went from hideous to perfection again. He placed the condom over Gus’ cock head and rolled it down.

“Yuh right, it a tight fit,” said Gus, mocking him.

“It’s not going to work,” he said, the condom just covering the head, looking like it might rip open at any second.

“Wah yuh tink white gyal?”

“It’s good enough,” said Wendy.

“No Wendy,” said Rick. “Look at that thing. It’s not going to hold all that semen.”

“No, it won’t,” she agreed, sucking her lower lip into her mouth in thought. Rick could see subtle movements of her hips like she was already lifting herself up into his thrusts.

“Mi nah cum as much wid mi second load.”

“Okay then,” she said, staring lustfully at Gus’ cock. “Put it in.”

“No, wait,” said Rick.

“Mi a guh fuck har.”

“I know, but at least pull out before you cum.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea, pull out” agreed Wendy. “Now put it in.”

“Okay, but di white bowy cya put it inna. Him still touching it.”

Rick looked down to see his left hand was still on Gus’ shaft, stroking the thick cock just under the overstretched condom.

“Somebody, put it in,” she moaned, the lifting of her hips increasing. “Please, I want it.”

“Put it inna fi mi white bowy,” ordered Gus. “Yuh uhman wa it bad.“

Rick gulped. He bent Gus’ cock down, impressed by its strength as he tried to bend it far enough to reach Wendy’s pussy. She raised her hips off the bed to meet it. The plum-sized head of his cock ridiculously encased by Rick’s small fit condom came to rest on her pussy lips. It was Rick that pushed it down further, watching his girlfriend’s labia spread open around Gus cock wider then they had ever spread open for Rick. She grimaced, but didn’t lower her hips, as she slowly spread open far enough for the tip of the fat cock to slip inside.

“Ooomph!” grunted Wendy. “You feel huge!”

“Cuz mi is huge,” laughed Gus, thrusting his hips forward so that she took several more inches of his cock. Rick felt the thick shaft slide through his grip then back and then forward again.

“Oh my god!” moaned Wendy. Her hips were rising into his thrusts, belly undulating like waves down towards where she was being penetrated. “It’s so good. It’s so good. So big. I’m going to… gonna… CCCUUUMMM!”

A wave of hot fluid ran down Gus’ shaft, coating Rick’s fingers. The extra lubrication helped Gus push more in. Wendy moaned and writhed as he penetrated her deeper than Rick ever could. The only thing keeping her from being fully impaled now was Rick’s hand gripping around the base of Gus’ shaft.

“Time to leggo, white bowy.”

Rick didn’t want to let go. He had the niggling thought that once those last four inches were in Wendy, he’d lose her forever, but deep down he knew she was already gone.

“MI SEH LEGGO!”

Rick jerked his hand back, suddenly afraid. Gus adjusted himself and pushed. Wendy gasped. He shook his head in disbelief. There’s no way, he thought. No way. No way. And Gus’ cock pushed its way into Rick’s girlfriend until it was buried up to its root.

“Balls deep,” groaned Gus.

Wendy threw her head to the left. “It’s in my womb!” she cried. She threw her head to the right. “Unh Unh,” she moaned. Her hips were still humping into his cock. Rick was half convinced he could see Gus’ cock head bulging out under her navel. She threw her head right and left again. “Stop stop. I can’t take it.” Gus was making his cock flex inside her. Wendy trembled then her body shook. “AAAHHHH!”

Rick glanced at their conjoined crotches as more of her fluid shot out to soak the black man’s pubes. She collapsed, but Gus held her hips up off the bed. Her eyes were rolled up, head rocking slightly. Gus didn’t wait for her to recover. He adjusted his position and began working his cock in and out of her, pumping faster until half his well lubricated shaft was emerging from her pussy to bury itself again.

Rick’s little dick was hard again. He took it back out and started jerking off, eyes glued hypnotically to the pistoning black shaft piercing Wendy’s white pussy.

“FFAAAHHHKKK!” A large orgasm brought Wendy back to her senses.

Gus chuckled. He pushed her legs up and leaned down over her. His cock started pumping again, this time fucking her with almost his entire shaft. “Yuh like meh big black Jamiacan nigga buddy?”

“I love it,” she moaned. “Fuck me, papa. Fuck me.” She leaned up, her lips meeting his flat black ones and they kissed, mouths parting as their tongues dueled. “Oh god, papa. Gonna cum again.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung on for dear life as another orgasm erupted from her womb.

Rick came when she did. Another tablespoons’ worth of semen spurting out from tip of his small dick. His penis almost immediately began to shrivel again. “Just remember to pull out,” he said believing Gus had to be close. No man could last long at the pace Gus had been maintaining.

Rick didn’t think either had heard him, but Gus suddenly slowed and pushed himself back up to his knees. He slowly pulled back on his hips while pushing Wendy’s thighs forward. “No no no no,” whimpered Wendy. Gus’s cock flew up free of her pussy. Rick was relieved to see the condom had held, but it was rolled up halfway over the glans. “No, put it back in,” she pleaded, raising her hips up towards his rampant cock.

“Eff mi a guh pull out den mi nuh need dis,” he said, yanking the condom off the tip of his cock.

“No,” gasped Rick.

“Put it back inna, white bowy,” ordered Gus.

“No,” said Rick in horror, shaking his head even though he knew the tiny condom wasn’t offering much protection.

“Mi seh, put it back inna,” growled Gus more forcefully.

“No,” he said again, even as he watched Wendy’s slender white hand grab the dark black shaft just under the head and pull it back down towards her pussy. “Wendy?”

“I don’t care anymore. I need this big black cock in me,” she said, pulling his cock back down until the head pushed back in. “Yes,” she moaned.

“No,” he pleaded, shoulders drooping in defeat. He’d dreamed of being the first man to enter her bareback on their wedding night.

“Yes,” she countered, a pleased smile spreading across her face.

Gus just chuckled. He lifted her up under the knees and began working his cock in and out until it was buried again. Gus adjusted himself and then began to fuck her. His cock was a steady piston at first as he slowly picked up speed, pulling back until the head nearly exited her pussy before slamming it back in. He picked up pace until his cock became a blur.

Rick turned his attention on Wendy. Her giant perfect breasts were shaking furiously. She was still smiling, but her mouth was open, panting like a bitch in heat. “Fuck me, papa. Fuck me.” She groaned. He did, fucking her for a good fifteen minutes at a rapid pace. Rick wasn’t sure the exact number, but she appeared to be having small orgasms every couple minutes. Her nipples swelled even more and her body appeared to tighten up. She was getting close to another really big one.

“A gonna bust a nut up inna dat pussy,” grunted Gus, his face strained as sweat rolled down his forehead.

“No, not yet,” she begged, her body starting to writhe ecstatically again. “I’m close. So close.”

“Pull out. Pull out,” said Rick, grabbing Gus’ shoulder. He threw off Gus’ rhythm as Gus dropped one of her legs and pushed Rick away so hard he fell on his ass.

“Nooo, keep fucking me,” she begged, unaware of anything going on other then Gus’ cock had just stopped moving. “Yes, that’s it,” she sighed, as he lifted her ass back up and started fucking her again. “Yes, gonna cum. Gonna cum. Fuck me, papa. Give it to me. I… I’m… I’m CCUUMM…”

“Tek mi nut, slut,” he grunted, slamming his cock deep.

“IINNGGG…AAAHHHHHHHH!!”” Wendy felt like she was having the biggest orgasm of her life on top of the biggest orgasm of her life. It was too intense for any woman. Her eyes rolled up in her head and she passed out, completely limp except that her hips were still humping up into his cock.

Gus pulled back and buried his cock again as the second powerful spurt of his fertile seed flooded her womb. He pumped out a third blast before pulling back on his hips again. His cock was spurting out long strand of semen as it cleared her pussy. The first few strands shot across her face. As they lost strength they splattered down on her breasts.

“No. No,” begged Rick, climbing to his feet. He sighed with relief when he saw Gus holding his cock in his hand and jerking of giant wads of semen onto Wendy’s body. So much for cumming less the second time. To Rick’s eyes it looked like the black man’s volume had actually increased. Rick looked down Wendy’s body. She actually looked beautiful in her hyper aroused stated covered in cum. When his eyes fells on her face, he gasped. Her eyes were open and staring unseeingly off into space. “Did you… did you kill her?” he asked, afraid.

Gus chuckled. “Shi fine white bowy, betta den shi eva been.” He released his spent cock and moving one of her legs out of the way, he fell beside her.

Rick’s eyes moved back down. She wasn’t dead her breasts were rising and falling as she breathed deeply. Her pubic mound was also continuously rising and falling. He looked between her legs, hoping her pussy would have deflated back to normal. “Nooo,” he groaned. Her lips were spread apart and a steady flow of cum was pouring from her open pussy.

He moved over to a chair and held his head in his hands in defeat. Gus began to snore. After a half hour, Wendy stirred. She got off the bed and stumbled her way back to the bathroom. He heard the shower come on. “Wendy?” he said, when she came back out.

She had dried herself off, but was naked. She smiled at him briefly before climbing back on the bed and snuggling up to the sleeping Gus. She stared in awe at the black man, running her white hand down over his muscular chest and stomach. When she got to his plump cock. She fondled and tugged on it.

Rick stared in disbelief as she raised it back from the dead and held the hard black cock straight up, smiling lustfully at it.

“Guh ahead an ride it, white gyal,” grunted Gus, lying there without opening his eyes.

Wendy quickly straddled his large frame and slid her pussy forwards along the thick cock. She pushed down and groaned as she pushed back into his big black dick. “So big, so fucking big,” she moaned.

Gus lifted his head and guided one of her swollen nipples between his lips. He bit it gently before sucking it hard into his mouth.

“AAAHHH!” Wendy arched her back and came again. When she recovered, she leaned forward and started bouncing in his lap, fucking his cock as much as her strength would allow.

Rick stood. His dick as hard as a rock in his pants. He might not have the size or stamina of the black man, but at least today he could recover as fast as Gus. He stood, pulling his dick out as he walked over to the bed. Rick spit in his hand and started jerking off at the sight in front of him. Wendy looked incredibly beautiful, her white body sitting on the dark black man’s lap. Gus large black hands were kneading her breasts, tugging and pinching on her nipples. To Rick’s surprise, Gus looked over at him appraisingly. “Hol'aan white gyal, wi figet bout yuh boyfriend.” Gus lightly spanked one ass cheek before grabbing her hips and pulling her down into his lap to stop her bouncing.

“Who?” asked Wendy, confused. She looked over at Rick with a dazed look on her face. Her eyes fell down on the little six inch dick in his hand. She frowned at it.

“White bowy want a birthday threeway, let wi gi him a birthday threeway.”

“What?” she asked, still out of it. She seemed incapable of thinking about anything but the giant black cock inside her.

“Guh fuck yuh woman's ass, white bowy.”

“What?” asked Rick in surprise.

“Happy birthday, white bowy,” said Gus. “Guh fuck dat ass.”

“Uh…okay,” said Rick. He dropped his pants and climbed between Gus’ legs up behind Wendy.

“No Gus,” said Wendy. “I don’t do that. It’s disgusting.”

“Tap yuh noise uhman, it a fi him birthday.” Gus smacked her ass cheek again. Rick was staring down between Gus’ legs at the giant testicles. Jesus, he thought. They’re the size of coconuts. No wonder he cums so much. He moved his eyes up to the thick root of Gus cock to Wendy’s pussy, spread so far open, anymore he worried she’d rip. Finally, he swept up the crack of her firm well-rounded ass and at the tight puckered rosebud, clean after her shower. He had always wanted to fuck it, but had been afraid to broach the subject. Tap white bowy, show di uhman sum respect,” said Gus, pointing his finger at Rick just as he was aiming his penis at Wendy’s rosebud. He looked up at Gus’ ugly face. “Put one of yuh likkle fit boots pan.”

“Uh, yeah,” he answered. He didn’t really care, but putting on one of his condoms before plugging her ass wasn’t a bad idea. He got back off the bed, stroking his dick to keep from going soft.

“You sure, Gus?” she asked, still sitting still.

“I said, tap yuh noise, uhman.” He turned his attention back to Rick. “Bring har hat too.”

Rick returned, sliding the tightly fitted condom down around his prick. He’d picked up her cowgirl hat and handed it to Gus. He’d grabbed what was left of the oil too, pouring some into his palm and coating his sheathed dick to lubricate it. Gus placed the hat on her head before grabbing her ass cheeks and pulling them apart for him. He didn’t push his dick in right away. First, he pressed his well lubricated thumb against her rosebud, rubbing around it, pushing down slightly until she opened up and he pushed his thumb inside.

Wendy reflexively tried to pull away, but she relaxed, actually pushing back into his thumb. “This isn’t so bad,” she told Gus. Her rectum was gripping Rick’s thumb causing her vaginal muscles to clamp down even tighter around every inch of Gus’ shaft.

“Yuh a guh tuh luv it gyal.”

Rick worked his thumb around burying up to the knuckle before pulling it back. He grabbed the base of his dick. For a second he thought about pulling a Gus and ripping the condom off before pushing it in, but he didn’t. He brought the encased head of his dick down to her sphincter and pressed. She opened for him and his head disappeared inside. To his surprise, Wendy moaned.

“Yessss,” she hissed as he buried his dick in her ass. “I like it, Gus.”

“Tell him dat.”

“I like it, Rick. Fuck my ass.”

Rick pulled back until his glans appeared. “Say please.”

“Nuh push it, white bowy.”

Rick pushed his dick back in and began fucking her ass. He wanted to smack her perfect globes. He wanted to fuck her ass so hard, she begged him to stop. “Oh Rick,” she begged. “You fuck my ass so good, lets get rid of the nigger so you can fuck my ass forever,” he imagined her saying. He picked up speed.

“Slow dung, white bowy,” said Gus. “Wi get tuh find a rhythm.” Gus grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her up slightly. “Yuh pull out wen mi push inna.” Rick pulled back as Gus bucked his hips sending his cock deep into Wendy. Rick pushed when Gus pulled back.

“Oommpphh! Oommpphh!” grunted Wendy. “It’s good. So good. Fuck my pussy, Papa. Fuck my ass, Rick. I love it. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

“Now together,” growled Gus.

Rick stumbled the first thrust, but by the second he was shoving his prick into Wendy’s ass just as Gus was thrusting his cock up into her pussy.

“OHMYGAWD!” she screamed. “CUMMING!”

Her cum sprayed Rick’s balls and thighs. He imagined she was soaking Gus’ mighty balls with her fluids. They kept fucking her like this for awhile before Gus ordered them to alternate from time to time. Wendy came several more times every time he felt her cum splattering on his balls. He felt like he’d been fucking her forever, but in reality it was probably between five and ten minutes. His balls tightened. He wasn’t ready to stop, but he couldn’t slow down. “Uhn uhn uhn,” he panted, burying his dick. Rick opened his mouth to release a manly grunt, but instead all that came out was a high pitched squeal. He grabbed her hips and held his dick buried, waiting for the twitching to stop. Gus was still bucking his hips, fucking her and she was cumming again and again. Finally, he had to pull back. The condom came off as he removed his penis, but the opening was sticking out of her anus, so he grabbed it and pulled it out.

He got off the bed and stumbled back to the chair collapsing in it and watching his girlfriend and Gus fuck for another ten minutes. “Here cums mi nut, slut,” growled Gus.

“In me,” she begged. “Cum in me. I want every drop.”

Gus grabbed her hips and pulled her down as he thrust his cock up. He held tightly as Wendy thrashed wildly from another huge orgasm. She was a naked cowgirl at a rodeo, riding a bucking black bull. She flailed so wildly her hat flew off her head. Rick nodded his head at the truth of his analogy. A bull was exactly what Gus was, a big powerful animal met to breed the female of the species. Wendy froze and Gus slowly brought his hips down to the bed. She collapsed on top of him. They were done.

Rick slipped into the shower while they were still recovering. He scrubbed himself clean and around his crotch area. He’d forgotten his clothes and didn’t want them to see his pale body with his little shriveled up dick again. He looked for a towel, but they’d used them up. He grabbed a wet one off the floor and wrapped it around his waist. He left the bathroom and froze, not believing what he was seeing.

Wendy was on all fours, head down, and Gus was fucking her again. He was behind her, pulling her hips back into his cock as he thrust forward. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me,” Wendy was muttering so softly, Rick barely heard her. Gus moved one hand from her waist and down to grip her cheek. He pressed his thumb hard against her rectum and pushed.

“FFUUCCKK!!” she screamed, cumming again.

Gus moved his free hand down to the bottle of oil and emptied what little remained on his thumb and anus. He worked the oil around in the entrance to her ass. Rick knew what was coming. Gus pushed back on her thighs until his cock sprang free of her pussy again.

“Noooo,” she complained.

He moved the huge plum sized head of his cock to her anus. He pressed it down on her rosebud.

“NO!” squealed Wendy, coming back to life. “You’re too big to fuck me there!” She tried to pull away, but Gus held tightly to her waist.

“Yeah, show the woman some respect,” said Rick. “Put a rubber on.”

Gus glanced and Rick, threw his head back and guffawed. He was still chuckling when he turned his attention back on Wendy. “You wa dis cock again, gyal?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whimpered, “but please not there.”

“Yuh mi slut, gyal?”

“Yes, I’m your slut, Papa,” she told him.

“No yuh nuh mi slut til mi fuck all tree of yuh holes,” he told her.

She knew it was coming. Wendy had already been lowering her head back down and trying to relax her sphincter. “Please Papa, don’t fuck my ass.” She jerked when her anus opened for him. “Owww! It’s too big Papa. Too big to fuck my ass.” He pushed several inches in working his cock around. “Don’t fuck my ass. Don’t… fuck my ass. Fuck my ass.” She pushed her ass back into his cock taking about nine inches of the thirteen inch monster. “Yes! Fuck my ass, Papa. Fuck my ass.”

“Now yuh a mi slut,” he said, proudly.

“OOMPH! I’m your… ah ah ah… slut Papa. You can FFUUCCKK me anywhere. AAAHHH!”

Did she really just orgasm from having nine inches of black cock fucking her ass? Rick thought. At that point Rick just gave up. He went back to his chair and sat down. He didn’t look up until Gus grunted and came. The black man pulled his spent cock out of her ass and shot several large loads over her back and into her hair. He collapsed beside her. Rick stared between his girlfriend’s thighs. A steady trickly of white semen was still pouring from her pussy and within seconds a strong stream rose up out of her gaping anus to join it, pouring down to soil the bed sheet.

Rick folded his arms across his chest and tried to sleep. He didn’t sleep well and when he did he dreamed that Wendy was running around a corral naked, but for boots and a cowgirl hat being chased by an enormous black bull. The bull cornered her. She fell back as it rose up on it’s hind legs, morphing into the dreadlocked form of Gus only Gus still had the bull’s horns and a ring through his nose. Gus mounted Wendy and soon she was panting and moaning beneath him.

Rick thought he heard the panting and moaning through his half-lidded eyes, but he fell asleep again. Light coming in through the balcony woke him. He blinked and looked at the bed. Wendy was bobbing her head between Gus’ legs. Rick turned his head and fell asleep waking again when he heard them laughing in the shower.

He woke again. Wendy was standing by the bed talking to Gus. He was dressed. She was half dressed, in her bikini, boots and hat. She was handing the black man a wad of cash. “This is all our cash, but I have a credit card too.”

“What’s going on?”

“Wi leaving, white bowy,” said Gus. “Yuh woman’s coming wid mi.”

“Wendy, is this true?” he asked.

She did actually look a little sad. “Yes, it’s true. I’m sorry, but I need a real man from now on.”

“Wendy wait. We can talk this out.” Rick jumped to his feet. He’d fallen asleep with the towel wrapped around his waist. It fell to the floor as he was saying, “I still love you.” To his shame, he had a morning stiffy. His skinny white penis was sticking straight out straining to reach six inches.

Wendy looked down at it, her nose crinkled up. She shook her head. “Sorry.” Gus held the door for her. “I’m sorry,” she said again, disappearing into the hall.”

“Sorry white bowy, hope yuh had a gud birthday,” said Gus, pulling the door closed behind him.

Rick ran to the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the balcony. “Wendy,” he yelled as they walked across the street below him. “WENDY!” She paused a moment, but didn’t look back at him. The disappeared behind a building.

He saw her once again coming around the building. She was on the back of Gus’ motorcycle, hugging him tightly. She’d stowed her hat, her blonde head resting on the dreadlocks of Gus’ hair. Gus was helmetless, but wore goggles. The bike roared off down the street and the last glimpse he had of Wendy was of her bare ass in the bikini sitting behind the black man.

That wasn’t the last time he saw Wendy. He’d see her once more.