Here's a little more Fuck Weed.

 I was hoping to be a little further along. Once this sex scene is over all that's left is the epilogue, but I'm back to work tomorrow. I will have some bonus writing time so I might get close to the end.

Jodi’s brain quickly ran through her encounters with Shawn her arousal growing with each memory ending with this morning when he fucked her from behind. She couldn’t understand why having his thumb in her ass had felt so good and after he came inside her while her ass was plugged had given her one of her biggest orgasms. Next time, he fucked her from behind she hoped he’d stick his thumb in there again. She wouldn’t have the courage to ask him to do it. Her nipples were straining to push through the lacy material on her new bra as her horniness grew to an unprecendented level. Her pussy pulsed, each time sending a fresh flow of lubrication down her already soaked pussy.  

She heard voices… men talking. She tried to wake up, but she couldn’t. She wanted cock. The second hit of weed was acting like a double whammy on her already oversexed libido. She needed a big black cock to satisfy the emptiness in her pussy. So empty. She’d never forgotten the day senior year when the black men had surrounded her on the sidewalk, nor had her brain forgotten the sex dream she’d had about them that night. She was there again, wearing her sundress, raising her arms so that they could pull it off over her head. They pulled their cocks out, they were all as big as Shawn’s, all perfect pussy pleasers designed to satisfy the emptiness inside herr. The cocks started poking at her again only this time she opened her mouth and took another in her pussy, her hands jerking off two more. They took her on the sidewalk and afterwards, pulled her to her feet. Her new friends led her into a club filled with hot sweaty black people. She was in the “Hot in Herre” video and it was getting hotter by the minute. Her pussy was on fire. The men lifted her onto the table. When it was hot in here, you took off all your clothes so Jodi started dancing, working the sun dress up and pulling it over her head as the heat became unbearable. The crowd cheered and then booed, seeing her boring old white bra and granny panties. I wanna take my clothes off, she thought. I wanna take my clothes off. She removed her old bra. The crowd cheered as they saw the lacy black bra underneath it. The cheers grew louder when she slid down her granny panty to reveal her lacy black panty. The crowd stared at her as they danced, most of the men shirtless, the women pulling their tops off over their heads. Jodi was lost in the song, dancing to the beat. Her hands found the hook in her bra releasing her tits from their confinement. The crowd cheered as the rapper rose up in their midst. Nelly walked across the crowd to step onto the table. He was shirtless and sexy. She pushed down her panty for him as he pulled out the biggest blackest cock her brain could have imagined. A moan of awe rose up from the crowd as she fell to her knees and took it in her mouth. She sucked Nelly’s cock as he continued singing. He looked down at her, grinning, light reflecting from a gold canine as he sang, “Can’t nobody stop the juice.” Her stomach and mouth filled with his cum and it was delicious. She gulped it down, trying to jerk his cock off for more, but the rapper just stepped back, his huge cock hosing her nude body with cum until it was dripping off her. He stepped back as more black men climbed on the table, jerking off their huge cocks as they began to cum. “Can’t nobody stop the juice,” sang Nelly in the background. The juice came at her from all sides, covering her body in semen.

“OHMYGOD!” cried Jodi jerking awake. She found herself staring cross eyed down Shawn huge black cock, hard, ready, and waiting for her to come to her senses. “Jesus, Shawn,” she gasped, taking it in with her eyes. “It looks even bigger!” She leaned forwards and took the sleek head in her mouth, sucking it past the glands. It did appear longer, but not quite as thick. Not as dark as normal either, a dark brown as opposed to black. She pulled back to stare at this strange cock. The head wasn’t as bulbous, it was more serpentine, the glans laying lower and not flaring up as much, making it look more streamlined. She licked around them before sucking it back in her mouth. He even tastes different; she thought her eyes running up Shawn’s torso. His skin was browner and his musculature leaner, not as bulky. Was she still lost in her fantasy? She swallowed a good ten inches down her throat as her eyes looked at the grinning face of another teenage black man. His black dilated pupils staring at her intensely.

Her eyebrows shot up as she stared at him in confusion while continuing to suck his cock without missing a beat. Something about his face rang a bell.

“Damn SW, I can’t believe Mrs. Hayes is sucking my cock,” said the strange black man. “An she good at it, yo.”

“I made sure she had plenty of practice, Assman,” said Shawn appearing to Jodi’s view left of the newcomer. His huge familiar darker cock was bobbing before him. “Mrs. Hayes, you remember Antione Anderson, doncha?”

“MMMPHH!” she protested, the snakelike head of Antione’s cock sliding more easily through her throat then Shawn’s more globular head did. She did remember Tony Anderson. She’d had him expelled for grabbing her ass. She’d never been more horrified in her life at the thought of a black man reaching out to touch one of her butt cheeks through her slacks. Now she’d gone from being disgusted at the thought of having his hand touch her inappropriately to hungrily sucking his 13-inch black cock.

“And you know Wilson, Mrs. Hayes,” said Shawn.

There was movement to Antione’s right. A wall of blackness blocked out the light from the window. Her eyes came into focus to see another naked black man. “MPH MPH!” she gurgled, not recognizing the disgusting fat man. He had to be closer to sixty then fifty. The jowly face was smiling at her displaying yellowed or missing teeth. His pate was bald with a halo of curly white hair like a monk’s tonsure around the head that came down as sideburns that met above his lips in a bushy white mustache in an old Victorian era style leaving the chin bare. He did look familiar. She’d seen that mustache before. Her eyes didn’t want to look away from his ugly face for his body was worse. Wilson was obese with a large belly and saggy tits with some gray chest hair and even hair around his nipples. His belly stopped beneath his navel and there was another bulge of fat under his belly that was mostly covered by white pubic hairs. A hideous dark black cock stuck out from that bulge, almost as long as Shawn’s but considerably thicker with a bulbous head covered by a slightly darker foreskin. It was the ugliest thing she’d ever seen attached to one of the ugliest men.

“Come on Mrs. Hayes. Wilson. Donnie Wilson?” Wilson had a loud voice that seemed to rumble out of his big belly. “Maybe you don’t recognize me with my clothes off?” Wilson seemed annoyed. “We’ve worked together for seven years, bitch.” He quit grinning, thankfully hiding his bad teeth. “Yeah, that’s right, Mrs. Hayes,” he added when her eyes widened with recognition. “Couldn’t be bothered to remember my name, could you?”

Wilson was right. She hadn’t bothered to learn his name. He was a subcontracted landscaper at her school. He was beneath her and she’d never even disdained to speak with him. He’d often given her a friendly greeting to which she usually replied with a nod, but often ignored. He was just the fat old black man riding around on a lawn mower, trimming the hedges, or planting flowers around the school sign. Only the flamboyant mustache made him stand out in her brain at all.

“Fatboy’s my plant expert,” said Shawn. “Gonna make sure my Fuck Weed business gets up and runnin.”

“Been growing pot for thirty years,” said Wilson proudly, showing off his ugly teeth with another grin.

She looked away from the ugly black man only to see Tony’s pubes rushing up to her eyes as he grabbed her head and pulled her deep down on his cock. “Gurk!” Jodi choked, she barely managed to deep throat Shawn’s foot long black cock and Tony’s extra inch was a bit too much. Thankfully, he realized she was having trouble and let go of her head. Jodi pulled back, Antione’s sleek cock gliding smoothly up her throat and into her mouth. She stared at his brown shaft admiringly. It really was streamlined, straight as an arrow, with the serpent shaped tip even resembling an arrowhead. Another hand grabbed her head and turned her attention left. She found herself staring at Shawn’s blacker more familiar cock. His round bulbous head with the large flare of the glans was so different from Tony’s. He pushed it against her lips until she opened her mouth and swallowed the head. Jodi leaned into it, swallowing a little more than half Shawn’s cock before he stepped back. She stared at it a moment before turning her attention back to Tony. She opened her mouth and leaned forward, but another hand grabbed her head and turned her attention to the right.

Wilson’s ugly cock was the opposite to Shawn’s. Both their cock’s matched their owner’s. Wilson’s cock was so fat the entire shaft looked squat even though it was nearly a foot long. The entire shaft was covered in blue-black veins that ran up to a wrinkly black foreskin that covered a cock head even more bulbous than Shawn’s. It was slightly crooked, leaning to his left and she could see a large reddish-black urethra peeking at her through a hole at the tip of the foreskin. His scrotum matched the foreskin, dark black and wrinkly, his right testicle was a big as one of Shawn’s balls, but his left testicle was nearly twice as big, hanging heavier and lower in the sack. It looked like the weight of the one huge testicle was what was making his cock bend to the left.

She smelled it before the head even reached her lips. His cock reeked of sweat and musk like it hadn’t been washed in a week or maybe it had, but his layers of fat made it too difficult to clean properly. Her brain told her to keep her mouth shut, to turn away from the from the smelly loathsome bratwurst shaped phallus sticking out from beneath the man’s big belly, but as disgusting as Wilson’s cock was, it was still big enough to satisfy the yearning emptiness inside her. Her lips did open, they opened wide, wide enough to accommodate his additional girth, the foreskin sliding down as It pushed past her lips. It tasted as bad as it smelled, but the taste was manly. “Mmmm,” she moaned, her throat stretching wide around the thicker cock.

“Well, shit. The slut likes it,” said Wilson, staring down at the lovely redhead. Her eyes were closed as she bobbed her head over the end of his cock.

“Told chu,” grunted Shawn.

“This shit’s amazing,” grunted Wilson. “Not only is Mrs. Hayes willingly sucking my hog, but my old colored dick ain’t been this hard in ten years. It’s like I’m eighteen again.”

“Just get my weed growing an chu can have all you want, fatboy.”

“I’m go-OHH-nna need cash.”

“I gots me an investa,” said Shawn. “The green is comin. Enough to get the rest of the seeds planted and to expand into yo greenhouse.”

“Mmmm,” moaned Jodi again as she forced more of Wilson’s cock down her throat. Her forehead pushed against his fat belly. Her pussy was wrenching in lust for this cock. She kept her eyes closed as she sucked him so she didn’t have to look at him, but that made her brain focus on his scent and taste. His powerful man scent filled her nostrils each time she inhaled. It was like nothing she’d ever smelled before. This was no sanitized dick, well-scrubbed with body wash or scented soap, this was how a real man smelled. She liked sucking this cock even more then she liked sucking Shawn’s. Her belly hungered for his manly seed. “Mmmm,” this time her groan was in complaint as she was pulled off the smelly cock. She opened her eyes and stared greedily at the crooked chunky sausage as she was pulled away from it, her face turning back towards Antione’s cock. She opened her mouth to receive it.

Jodi moaned again, taking her other former student’s sleek cock into her mouth. This time she started bobbing her head faster, desperate for a belly full of cum. She grabbed his hips to brace herself only to have Shawn grab her arm and pull her hand over to his cock. Wilson soon did the same. Jodi rapidly sucked Antione’s cock, her hands jerking off the other two men. She was servicing three feet of black cock and it was all hers.

“Oh shit,” grunted Tony, throwing his head back.  “You want some more?” he asked Wilson, not wanting to give her mouth up.

“No. I gotta fuck that white pussy.”

“Good. Keep sucking that black cock, Mrs. Hayes.”

“Get her down on the floor,” said Wilson.

Wilson and Shawn grabbed her under her arms and lifted her off the couch. Their cocks slid out of her fists even as Tony’s slipped out of her mouth. They held her arms as Tony reached out and unhooked the bra between her luscious white tits. Her tits sprang free and he couldn’t help running his hands over her breasts. The men released her arms long enough for the bra to fall off before grabbing them again Tony kneeled down in front of her and pulled her black panty down over her hips until it fell to the floor. He sat up on his knees as Shawn and Wilson pulled down on her arms forcing her to her knees, one of them pushing her back so that she was on all fours. Tony grabbed the base of his cock and slapped it on her head a few times before lowering it back down towards her waiting mouth. They both sighed as she began sucking Tony was more. Wilson kneeled down behind her, he was sweating profusely and taking deep breaths. He pulled back on his foreskin, watching the purplish black head of his hog emerge from the foreskin. His chunky eleven-plus-inch dick was rising up and rearing left of her butt crack when he grabbed and bent it down towards the pussy lips. “Never had no white pussy before,” he grunted, thrusting forwards.

“MMMPPH!” Jodi’s eyes widened as her pussy was stretched out more than ever before. Her eyebrows slowly lowered and she closed her eyes enjoying the feeling of having both her needs satisfied at the same time. Soon Wilson’s cock was buried to the balls inside her, his thrusts pushing her into the fat around his crotch even as she raised her ass up into his belly pushing back into his thrusts. He slammed her harder pushing her forward so that Tony’s cock shoved deeper in her throat.

“What do you think, old man?” asked Shawn.

“Best pussy I ever had,” he gasped out. “Hot, tight, and wet, just like I like them.”

“Mm Mm MMMM!” grunted Jodi cumming on Wilson’s cock for the first time. She looked up Tony’s body. He was very fit with a prominent six-pack and well-defined muscles. He had a leaner athletic build compared to Shawn’s bulkier heavy weight torso. Another difference was that Antione Anderson was actually kind of handsome. He was clean cut with short shaved hair and bright white teeth and a nice smile, a good-looking young man without Shawn’s brutish thug visage. Sweat was beading his forehead and he had an intense look on his face.

“UNH!” grunted Tony, his cock bucking down her throat.

She felt it pulsing inside her throat. The need she had for her belly to be full was being satisfied as he emptied a large load into her stomach. Jodi pulled her head back as Tony pulled his hips back. His spurting cock slipped back into her mouth, filling it with his semen until her cheeks bulged out. His cum tasted as good as Shawn’s, thick as pudding as she swallowed it down. Tony grabbed the base of his shaft, squeezing his hand upwards, squirting more wads of his seed into her mouth. Unlike Shawn who liked to cover her in the last few wads of cum, Tony seemed to want to feed her every last drop of his seed.

“Fuck bro, look how hard it is?” said Antione, pulling his rock-hard cock from her mouth and staring at it proudly.

“It ain’t gonna start going down til you cum again,” said Shawn. “And even then it’ll pop right back up.”

“Unh Unh Unh,” grunted Jodi as Wilson forcefully fucked her from behind. She could feel her back growing wet as sweat dripped off his belly. He was wheezing, gasping for air, not used to this kind of exertion. “Fuck me,” she hissed. “Fuck me.”

“You’re not going to forget my name now are you, Mrs. Hayes?”

“God no.”

“Say it.”

“Wilson. Fuck me. Give me that big cock.”

“Call me Mr. Wilson or sir,” he ordered.

“Fuck me Mr. Wilson. I love your cock, sir.”

“This your favorite cock, bitch?”

“Yes sir! It’s my favor… CUMMING!” Her arms gave out and she lowered her head to the carpet, keeping her ass upthrust for him to continue fucking. “Fuck me,” she gasped softly. “Fuck my white pussy, sir. I love your big black cock, Mr. Wilson.”

“Fuck you, slut,” growled Shawn, slightly miffed.

“Sorry Shawn. His cock feels so good. I love it. I want him to fuck me forever.”

“I can’t fuck you forever,” said Wilson wheezing even louder.

“Careful old man, this is the kind of pussy that could kill you,” said Tony.

“Then I’d die happy,” groaned Wilson. “You want my cum, bitch?”

“Yes, Mr. Wilson.”

“Ask for it then.”

“Please give me your cum, Mr. Wilson. My white pussy wants your seed, sir.” Jodi’s body started shaking as she began to cum. Wilson pushed his fat cock in deep. A powerful steady stream began hosing her womb with his hot seed which immediately intensified her orgasm one hundred-fold. Like Tony, he didn’t pull out and cum on her, her just held his cock deep until he’d emptied his balls of every drop in her womb.

The fat man was gasping and wheezing as he fell off her and struggled to lift his sweaty heaving body onto the couch. His thick eleven-inch cock stayed erect, throbbing and bobbing along with each gasp of breath the obese man took.

“Holy fuck,” said Tony, staring at Mrs. Hayes in awe after Wilson had moved his bulk out of the way.

“Nice, ain’t it,” said Shawn.

“Unh huh,” agreed Tony, nodding. “It’s… perfection. Like the full moon is shining at me. His jaw dropped and he fell to his knees. Antione “The Assman” Anderson fell to his knees still staring at the firm well-rounded globes of Jodi’s ass. He didn’t see the stream of Wilson’s semen dripping out beneath it. All his eyes saw was the upthrust rear end of his former teacher, the last teacher he ever had because she was one that had gotten him expelled, expelled for reaching out and grabbing the bare ass he was currently staring at in fascination. He reached out and caressed her cheeks with both his hands, a shudder passing through his body as he touched them. His eyes ran down her crack to the tightly puckered rosebud in the center. “She’s untapped,” he hissed between his straight white teeth.

“I left it for you, bro,” said Shawn. “It wasn’t easy.”

“Thank you,” Tony whispered.

“I owe you, Assman. I owe you a lot.” They’d hit a warehouse a few years back. Tony had gotten caught and spent fourteen months in prison despite being only seventeen when he got arrested. He’d never ratted out Shawn. Shawn had a long career of criminal activity, but no record.

Shawn expected to see Tony line his cock up right away and shove it through that tightly puckered hole. Instead, what he saw was Tony leaning forward and pressing his nose between her cheeks. The Assman stuck his tongue out and slid it up her crack, over her anus, and out the top. He turned, kissed one of her cheeks then the other before returning his tongue to her sphincter. Even Shawn wouldn’t lick out a girl’s asshole. He’d happily fuck it and planned on fucking Mrs. Hayes’ ass later, but he wasn’t gonna lick it.

It wasn’t normal for Tony either, but for some reason, he had to lick Mrs. Hayes. He was grateful Wilson had fucked her in this position so that Wilson’s cum wasn’t running down her ass crack. It wouldn’t have stopped Tony if it was, but he was glad her it wasn’t. He pushed the tip of his tongue hard against Mrs. Hayes sphincter and wiggled it inside.

Jodi wiggled her ass back at him. She was barely aware of what she was doing, the orgasm Wilson had given her had knocked her out. For once, her needy pussy and belly both felt satisfied, but there was a new pleasurable sensation registering on her brain. She pushed her ass back into that wet squirmy thing probing into her asshole.

Tony turned his head sideways and kissed both cheeks again. He sat up, his hands worshipfully running over and squeezing her firm white globes. Tony looked down at his erect missile-shaped cock sticking out and pointing at the crack in her ass. The other black men watched intently, Wilson still catching his breath on the couch and Shawn walking over to sit back down in Mike’s recliner.

“More,” moaned Jodi, missing the strange thing playing with her anus.

Tony spit in his hand and rubbed the saliva into the head. “It’s her fault you know,” he said.

“What?”

“The reason I’m the Assman. Remember that day in class?” Tony like all the other males in Jodi Hayes class had been staring at her tits. He actually did pretty well in her class he was so focused on her big bosom. It was like her tits had hypnotized him into listening to and learning from her. The things were too big to be constrained and despite her heavy blouses and sweaters, her nipples often made an appearance, trying to poke free of her heavy clothes.  He tried to picture her teaching the class in a bikini, but knew his imagination couldn’t do justice to how good she’d really look. He was still a virgin then and his cock was hard all the time, it got hard every day in her class. He’d stand with an enormous tent in his jeans. Some of his female classmates would giggle at him and others appeared quite interested in what he was packing, but Mrs. Hayes big white titties were all he could think about and he’d jerk off the moment he got home thinking about Mrs. Hayes’ tits and sometimes he didn’t even make it home, jerking off in the bathroom.

He was staring at her tits. The nipples were poking through again. How fucking big were her nipples that they could poke through her bra, her top, and a sweater? Mrs. Hayes wasn’t looking at him as she passed his desk. She was staring out over the class. She dropped her pen, turned and bent over. Tony’s eyes followed her tits down before falling on her rear end. Mrs. Hayes wasn’t wearing as much on her lower half, just slacks over her panty. When she bent down, the slacks tightened up around her ass, the outline of her panty appeared an indent running up the middle where her crack would be. His eyes widened until they were mostly white. He’d been trying to picture her teaching in a bikini again and in his mind her slacks disappeared. He was staring at smooth white skin and a firm panty covered ass. Something snapped in his brain. Mrs. Hayes picked up the pen, but didn’t stand up. She arched her back and looked behind her all doe-eyed. “Well Mr. Anderson, what are you waiting for?” she asked, shaking her ass at him.

“Y-yes ma’am, he mumbled, reaching out to pull her panty down, his hand grabbing her cheek.

Jodi Hayes jumped away from his hands “What the hell do…” She stared at him in disbelief, barely able to comprehend what he’d just done. His hand was still reaching out, clenched like it was grabbing something. There was a collective gasp from the rest of the class. “You go Tony,” shouted Shawn from the back of the room. “G.. ge… get out! Get out of my class!” She pointed at the door. “OUT!! PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE, ANDERSON. NOW!”

Tony reluctantly grabbed his things and dejectedly left her class. His mom fought for him, but all that she got out of it was that Mrs. Hayes agreed not to press any charges against him provided he was expelled permanently. He never went back to school, never graduated, and ended up selling drugs on the street along with some other minor criminal activity. He knew the street and it was his job to set up Shawn’s network of dealers to move his product.

Tony had been the “Assman” ever since. He didn’t care what the woman looked like, as long as she had a great booty, he was in. If he was getting his dick sucked, he looked down her back at her ass. His favorite position for fucking was doggy so that he could play with her ass, but his favorite of all was the ass fucking itself. If they were reluctant, he was good-looking and charming enough to usually convince them. He’d never regretted grabbing Mrs. Hayes ass that day, and if he had, staring at his hard cock rising up over her ass at this moment would have made it all worth it.

Tony spit in his hand again, coating his saliva around the head of his cock, but he didn’t think it was enough. He had a small bottle of lube in his pants pocket for occasions like this, but his pants were a good fifteen feet away. He was holding his cock down, head aimed at her pink rosebud, but he forced it down even further and let it glide smoothly between the folds of her pussy lips.

“Mmm, fuck me,” moaned Jodi, still slightly out of it with her head resting on her folded arms.

Tony did, but slowly working his cock slowly in and out of her, letting his brown shaft get coated in her wetness and Wilsons’s thick cum.

“OH!” she squealed, his extra inch pushing in even deeper than Shawn’s cock had gone as he sank his cock in her up to the hilt. He held her hips tightly, feeling her pussy clenching down, quivering around his cock. Her muscles squeezed his shaft trying to force him to move it. He started to remove his cock, his primal brain screaming at him to fuck her, to plant his seed deep in her womb, to knock his former teacher up with a little black baby, but he was “The Assman” after all and he needed to fuck her ass more than anything. There’d be plenty of time to plant his seed later.

Tony groaned as he slowly withdrew his cock. Jodi groaned also, pushing her ass back as far as it would go to keep his cock inside her. His sleek missile shaped cock sprang up as it cleared her pussy. It was covered with her and Wilson’s combined fluids. This will do, he thought.

Tony grabbed his cock and bent it down. Both Wilson and Shawn leaned in to watch more closely. It was easier when they spread their cheeks open for him, but Mrs. Hayes didn’t know what was coming. He adjusted his stance so that he could pushed his cock down, poising the head against her tight little pink rosebud. It was a beautiful clean anus and it was all his. Tony pushed the head down against her anus and thrust his cock through his fist.

Jodi came alive!

“UNH!” she grunted, feeling her anus pushing in as it began to open. She arched her back, lifting her rear into it to make it easier on him, thinking it was just his thumb pushing into her butt before he put his cock back in her pussy. She even moaned wanting this again, the fullness and satisfaction of having her pussy stuffed full of cock while her rectum was being stimulated. But her ass kept stretching open. She winced, sweat forming on her forehead. Antione Anderson must have a really big thumb? Her opening went from the diameter of a dime to that of a nickel, and as it passed that of a quarter, she knew she was in trouble. Tony Anderson was trying to sodomize her!

He grabbed her waist and held her tight as she began to pull away. “Relax, Mrs. Hayes,” he told her calmly. “Relax. Take a deep breath. I want you to enjoy this.”

Jodi’s face was scrunched up with the strain. Enjoy it? He’s got to be kidding? “It’s too big,” she protested. “UUNNHH!!” She could feel her ass stretching open around the middle of the head. “OHGOD!” The head pushed in deeper, his glans slipping through her opening. Thank God for the fuck weed, she thought. The marijuana was helping to relieve the pain somewhat as well as relaxing her. Thank God? You don’t thank God when you’re skipping church to let a black teenager sodomize your ass. She was going straight to hell for this.

“There Mrs. Hayes. The heads in, that’s as thick as it gets. We’ll let you get used to it.”

“I’ll never get used to this,” she growled, keeping her head down. She could feel the color rising in her cheeks as she fought to accommodate having such a huge cock in her ass. Nearby Shawn chuckled.

“This yo first white ass?” asked Shawn.

“First white woman’s,” replied Tony. He’d taken a few white men in prison. They struggled at first, but then they’d all begged for him to do it to them one last time before he got out.

“Oh,” said Shawn, sitting back knowing exactly where Tony would have butt fucked some dude and knowing that he was partially to blame for Tony being in prison in the first place.

“Ready, Mrs. Hayes?” asked Tony. He placed both hands on her hips.

“OHGOD, NO!” she hissed between her teeth. “Just do it! Get it over with.”

“Tense up your sphincter.”

Jodi flexed her sphincter muscle, feeling her squeeze around the serpentine head of Tony’s cock.

“Yessss,” moaned Tony. “Squeeze that big black cock. Now relax.” He felt her grip slip and he slowly pushed more in until she tensed back up. “Good, squeeze and relax.” He pushed more in. “Squeeze and relax.”

“OOOHHH!” she moaned. He didn’t have to speak anymore. She heard his voice in her head. “Squeeze and relax,” it said, over and over. As she relaxed, his cock pushed deeper and eventually as she squeezed her sphincter around his cock, she began to enjoy it. “Yes,” she moaned, squeezing. “Mmmm,” she sighed, relaxing. He began working it in and out not just pushing forward. He was slowly fucking her ass still pushing deeper. She squeezed her ass tightly around it. “OH YES!” she gasped as he started fucking her with nearly half his cock. “That’s it Tony, Fuck my ass.”

“You like it, Mrs. Hayes.”

“Yes, I love it. Fuck my ass, Tony.” She squeezed her ass tight around his cock. Quivers of pleasure running along the nerve endings in her anus. “So good. So good.” The quivers grew into tremors that turned into an explosion of pleasure from her womb. She raised her head and cried out as she came. “Cock… ass… good!” she cried out in pleasure and then shame. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she sobbed even as her ass continued squeezing and releasing Tony’s cock.

“You okay?” he asked, stopping when he noticed her sobs.

“Yes, don’t stop. Keep fucking me Tony,” she told him, still crying, a slow horror spreading through her body at what was happening to her. It wasn’t dismay that she was being sodomized. She was horrified that each time Tony pulled back, she began to feel an emptiness where his cock had been, a yearning to have it back inside her. She would want this again, she’d need to have that emptiness filled again.

Fuck Weed Update

 “Let’s get out den?” said Shawn, standing.

Jodi’s eyes immediately fixated on his hard cock. Her vaginal muscles tightened as she stared at it constricting at the sight of Shawn’s enormous member, but finding only emptiness. She licked her lips. Satisfaction was bobbing right before her eyes. She reached out and grabbed the base, leaning in and bending it down into her mouth. Her desire increased the second it pressed against her lips and grew again when she opened her mouth and took the head inside.

“Slow down gurl,” said Shawn, pushing back on her head so that his cock sprang free.

Jodi didn’t understand why he didn’t want her sucking it. She sat up so that her breasts were above water, smiled at him and reached behind her neck to untie her top.

“I said slow down,” Shawn turned and stepped out of the tub between the husband and wife. He turned and held out his hand to help her out of the water. The nude black man stopped to fish his phone out of his shorts before pulling her towards the house.

For fuck’s sake, at least dry off first, thought Mike watching Shawn leading Jodi back into the house. He rose out to follow them stopping to towel off. Mike could see through the sliding glass door. Shawn was sitting his wet torso down in Mike’s recliner again. Water wasn’t half as bad as the large volume of sticky semen he’d left dripping down the foot rest and on the carpet last week. Looked like he planned on leaving another mess.

Mike followed them into the house. “You want dis, Mrs. Hayes. Ya gotta work for it.” Shawn was holding the base of his cock. Jodi was standing before him eyes glued to the huge shaft.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked.

“Strip and give me a lap dance.”

“No way in hell, I’m stripping for you and I don’t even know what a lap dance is.” Jodi was still staring at Shawn’s cock, dilated pupils seemingly hypnotized following the bulbous head as he moved his cock up and down.

“It’s when you dance close to or on the lap of a customer.”

Jodi’s eyebrows shot up. She shook her head negatively. “You can’t make me do that,” she gasped.

“I ain’t makin ya do nuthin,” laughed Shawn. “Shit bitch you only got two things to take off. You want this cock then you’re gonna have to work for it. I can go, call some other slut to take care of dis.” He shook his cock at her again. “Leave you with jus the little dicked cuck to satisfy you. You want that?” Shawn didn’t get an answer. He leaned forward and stood. “I’m outta here.”

“No wait!” She cried in horror at the thought of him taking his cock away. It was sticking out in front of him, bobbing slightly, that perfectly shaped foot long ebony rod. “Stay. I’ll… I’ll do it. Oh god,” she groaned, waving her hand in front of her face to cool off.

Shawn sat back down with a smug look on his face. “What’s wrong?”

Her brow was beaded with sweat as she continued fanning herself. “It’s so hot in here.”

Shawn nodded. “Good choice.” He typed on his phone and sat it down next to him.

Nelly’s “Hot in Herre,” started coming through the speakers on his phone. Jodi didn’t know the song or the artist. It was horrible, rap was just a “c” shy of crap after all. A bunch of sweaty black people were dancing on the screen of the phone.

“Start dancing, bitch,” ordered Shawn.

Mike watched in fascination as his conservative racist wife slowly began dancing in a skimpy bikini for the nude black man. At first, he was slightly embarrassed for her. She wasn’t a dancer and totally lacked rhythm. They’d danced at the wedding last week and her striptease started much like she had at the reception. Jodi raised her hands in front of her, alternately lifting her shoulders while shaking her hips. He wasn’t a dancer either and they were both relieved when a slow song came on.

The refrain started.

It’s getting’ hot in here

So take off all your clothes

I am gettin so hot

I wanna take my clothes off

“Lose the top,” said Shawn. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her between his legs.

Mike watched Jodi reach behind her and untie the top. The strings and cups slid down her breasts slightly. One of Shawn’s beefy black hands slid up the curve of her back and helped her by undoing the string around her back. The top fell down on Shawn’s pubes. He kissed and sucked first one erect nipple and then the second leaving them glistening with his saliva. His hands on her hips started guiding her movements. Jodi moaned looked away from the ugly black man staring up at her from between her nipples. Mike gulped watching in amazement as suddenly his wife found the beat.

Jodi found her eyes looking down at the video playing on Shawn’s phone. Black women were pulling their tops over their heads or unzipping their tops in the front to reveal their bikini clad bodies. One was standing on a table shaking her booty. Jodi’s ass started shaking violently, her hips gyrating and thrusting back and forth, his hard cock between her thighs. Shawn released her and began kneading her tits. He pushed her away and spun her around.

Jodi backed into him wanting to feel his cock back between her legs. She continued shaking her ass. The second refrain started. The line, I wanna take my clothes off, echoed in her head. I wanna take my clothes off. I wanna take my clothes off. Jodi’s hands were on her tits tugging her nipples. She moved them down to the strings on her hips. I wanna take my clothes off. I wanna take my clothes off for Shawn. She pulled the strings. Her panty came loose and fell down to drape over the huge black cock between her legs. She moved her hands down to her knees, leaning forward to shake her ass at him.

SMACK!”

“Oh!” Jodi jerked as Shawn’s hand fell down on her bare cheek.

“You do it,” said Shawn.

“What?” she asked, body still shaking like the women in the video.

“Spank yoself.”

Jodi kept one hand on her knee and reached the other behind her. She smacked her palm down on the opposite cheek that he had spanked. That one still stung. She spanked her cheek again before returning her hand to her knee to brace herself.

Mike watched in awe as his wife turned into a professional stripper right in front of his eyes. He hadn’t known she had it in her. There was a line in the song about a friend having a pole in the basement. If he thought for a second that Jodi would dance for him like that, he’d have a pole installed in their basement or in every room of the house for that matter.

Jodi stood and turned around to face Shawn. She glanced down at his cock rising up between his covered by her bikini bottom. She braced her hands on his knees and bent down, taking the string of her panty between her teeth. She yanked her head sideways uncovering his cock and tossing her bikini bottom aside. Jodi took the opportunity to lick up the underside of his cock and run her tongue around the crown before standing back up. This time he closed his legs as she straddled them, pressing her pussy down on his shaft. She kept thrusting her hips toward him, moaning as his cock slid back and forth between her legs, the flare of his glans sending tremors through her body every time it flicked over her clit.

Jodi’s gyrations froze the second the song ended. Her hands were on Shawn’s shoulders. Her abundant tits were still shaking as they dangled in the black man’s face. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath. Her rear end was thrust out rising above Shawn’s lap. The head of his cock was pressing against the entrance to her pussy. Jodi had gone from conservative teacher wife to stripper over the course of a four-minute song. She leaned closer to Shawn, her dilated eyes staring into his own. “Play it again,” she told him.

He didn’t. Instead, he grabbed her hips and pulled her down. She threw her head back, crying out as her emptiness was finally filled by the fulness of his big black cock. She sank into his lap, her body shaking again as she came hard around his cock.

“Yo husband ever make you cum like that?”

“No,” she panted. Jodi wrapped her hands around his neck and rested the side of her face against his while she gasped to catch her breath. Orgasms had been few and far between for most of her sex life and never as powerful as they were with Shawn nor had she ever had multiple orgasms before. They were dangerously addictive.

Jodi sat in his lap grinding her crotch into his, enjoying the feeling of fulfilment his cock gave her pussy. His massive cock twitched impatiently inside her. She pushed up with her feet then sank down on his shaft, slowly at first and only letting a few inches leave her needy pussy. She increased her speed feeling the orgasmic pressure in her womb growing again. “I love your cock,” she whimpered. “I need your cock.” She rode his shaft faster, rising off his lap five inches, then six, then seven. “I need your cock.” Seven became eight, eight became nine. “Fuck me. Fuck me. FUCK ME!” Jodi was standing and sitting, standing and sitting. Only the fat swollen head of Shawn’s cock remained in her pussy when she stood. “YYESSSS!” she screamed, slamming down into his lap as the pressure in her womb exploded into a huge orgasm that spread warmth and pleasure throughout her body.

“Damn, Mrs. Hayes. You is one hot slut,” growled Shawn. He sucked one of her swollen teats into his mouth while her head was thrown back arching her back.

She gasped as his tongue flickered over her sensitive nipple. The pleasurable stimuli in her nipple coursed through her body and straight to her womb where the pressure immediately began building again. “No,” she whimpered, unsure if she could survive another powerful orgasm even as her desire for it grew. Jodi tried rising again, her weak legs not pushing her very far up her former student’s shaft.

Shawn grunted around her nipple. The fuck weed didn’t just make his cock rock hard and swollen, he needed to cum as much as she did. His balls were starting to ache. They felt so full of cum, gravity was pulling them down make his nut sack feel stretched out. Shawn grunted again, grabbing and squeezing her ass cheeks with both hands. His bulging muscles flexed as he began lifting her up and down his cock as fast as he could trying to get his cock off.

Mike watched their mating with both fascination and horror. Both their bodies were so fit and perfect they looked like they should be fucking. The sight was so erotic, he felt his penis stir and plump up, but without his meds or the weed, it didn’t harden. He stared nearly hypnotized by her outthrust ass as it rose up and down Shawn’s thick shaft. The black man’s beefy hands were squeezing her cheeks, fingers digging into her butt flesh to the point her pale white flesh was turning red between his fingers. Jodi screamed twice, each time, his shaft looked wetter after she cried out. They both grunted and moaned, sounding more like animals mating then two humans. “UNH!” bellowed Shawn. As he raised her back up his shaft, Mike saw that a pudding thick coat of white was flowing down his dark shaft.

“AAAHHH!” Jodi screamed and threw her head back again as Shawn just dropped her. She sank into his lap, his erupting cock sending millions of sperm into her fertile womb. He kept cumming and cumming, overflowing her with semen until it began pouring out around their genitals and flowing down Shawn’s bull-sized testicles to drip all over the carpet.

Jodi sat in Shawn’s lap, breathing heavily for a good fifteen minutes. Her womb properly seeded and her pussy still filled by a hard black cock, she felt totally fulfilled. Her forehead rested on Shawn’s. Shawn patted her ass. “Get off,” he ordered.

“Unh unh,” she declined.

SLAP!  Jodi jumped as his hand smacked down on her cheek. “I said get off,” he ordered louder.

Jodi rested her hands on his shoulders and pushed herself off. His cock fell on his stomach like a chopped redwood. She stood and stepped back. Mike watched Shawn’s semen trickling down on their carpet from her leaking pussy.

Shawn lifted his cock up. “Clean me off,” he said.

She looked at it hungrily. Just like it had last week, his dark cock remained completely hard after his first orgasm. His large ball sack hung over the foot rest on her husband’s recliner. Shawn’s prostate, glands and testes were already working overtime to refill his balls with another load of sperm heavy semen. “I’ll get a wash cloth,” she told him.

Shawn shook his cock at her. “Nah slut, with yo mouth.”

Jodi saw movement out of the corner of her eye and suddenly remembered her husband was there and watching. She smiled at him sadly before dropping to her knees and then falling forward on all fours, her eyes now focused on the twelve inches of black cock being held out for her. She crawled forward and took the head in her mouth, while staring down his flawlessly shaped shaft and at his well-muscled chest. She began bobbing her head. His cock tasted of sweat, semen, and pussy, but the combination of tastes only made her want more. She pushed forward feeling his cock head push into her throat.

Mike’s penis was still trying and failing to get hard as he watched Jodi sucking the black teen. Her dark red hair was partially hiding her face and he could pretend it was some other sexy woman sucking the black man’s cock. He would have paid good money to watch this porn, but it was his wife after all and from a different angle he could see more of her face. It was Jodi’s mouth stretched open around that thick shaft. And it was Jodi’s large breasts, swinging pendulously beneath her. Her tits were so big, her erect nipples were nearly scraping the carpet as they swung beneath her. They were pulling her downwards and by the time she’d crammed half his cock down her throat, Jodi was crawling forward to sit up on her knees to suck his cock. She wrapped both hands around the base of the shaft jerking the bottom as she sucked the top.

Jodi couldn’t help herself. She began sucking his cock harder and faster. Something flipped a switch in her brain. She loved sucking Shawn’s cock. She recalled how good his cum had tasted last week and she wanted more. “That’s how a real man tastes, Mrs. Hayes,” he’d said to her. The yearning emptiness was rapidly returning only now it was her belly that felt empty and it would take this black nineteen-year old’s black semen to fill that emptiness. She sucked faster, releasing her hands from the base so she could deep throat his hard young cock. She managed ten inches this time an inch more than last week. Her brain pictured a future where she could swallow all twelve inches of Shawn’s big black cock to show her appreciation for it.

Tears welled up in Jodi’s eyes and slid down her cheeks. What the hell had she become? The weed was evil! She vowed never to use it again. She wouldn’t give Shawn Wright the pleasure of seeing her behave like a complete slut ever again, but for now she was a complete slut and she wanted his seed in her stomach. She let go again and sucked him deep, inhaling through her nose. Aw fuck it, she thought. Jodi forced her head down, his cock head pushing deep down her throat, she fought off her gag reflex, trying not to choke on the thick piece of meat. The future is now, she thought, her lips pursed on his pubic hairs as she swallowed all twelve inches.

“Gawd damn, you get an A+ in cock sucking, teach tilf,” groaned Shawn leaning back in the chair.

Her body trembled with pleasure at the knowledge that she’d just pleased the young black man. Her satisfied pussy began to yearn to have his cock in it again even as the hunger for his seed grew in her belly. As happy as she was, she couldn’t keep his giant cock down her throat for long. She drew back, jerking him off again while bobbing her head furiously over the end of his cock.

His black cock convulsed violently.

Shawn’s cum shot down her throat. After two more convulsions, her belly felt full and all she could think about was tasting his delicious cum again. She pulled back, the flare of his glans scraping across her uvula as his cock head entered her mouth. Instantly, her cheeks ballooned out as her mouth filled with seed. She gulped. Her mouth filled again. The taste of his scrumptious semen registered in her brain. “This is how a real man tastes, Mrs. Hayes.” This is how a real man tastes, she thought, jerking his shaft off and letting long wads of semen fly across her tongue. Real men taste really good, she thought, jerking on his shaft as the long wads turned to short wads before becoming small squirts that turned into a constant dribbling from the head.

She kept the head in her mouth until the strong shaft finally lost a little bit of its steel. When she finally let his spent cock fall from her mouth, her tongue licked around her lips do get any of the cum that had leaked out.

“Damn, yo wife sure knows how to drain a brotha, Mr. Hayes.” Shawn sat back in the chair. Now it was his turn to gasp for breath. “Grab me another beer.”

Mike glared at the black man, but turned and headed to the kitchen to get a beer out of the refrigerator. When he came back, they were standing. Shawn was behind Jodi, holding her tightly against his body. One of his hands was squeezing her breast. Her eyes were closed and she was pushing her back against Shawn’s crotch. The black man reached out his other hand for the beer.

“Upstairs, Mrs. Hayes?” said Shawn, pulling the tab on the beer.

Jodi nodded and led him towards the stairs.

Mike watched them go. Shawn’s cock was sticking straight out again, ready to go another round. When they reached the second floor, Mike turned and went back to the kitchen to get a roll of paper towels and some carpet cleaner to clean up the mess.

For Mike, the rest of the night was a repeat of last week except that when he went upstairs, he found himself locked out of the master bedroom and had to sleep in the guest room.

**********

Shawn woke up with a hardon and aching balls. Jodi was on her back, covers pulled down to her waist. At that moment in time, she wasn’t quite the sex goddess. She hadn’t cleaned up after their last encounter, a titty fuck where he’d blown a massive load all over her face. Flakes of sperm covered her face and her hair was matted down and clumped up. Her belly and tits were covered with dried cum also from the encounter before that when Shawn had pulled his cock out of her pussy and ejaculated his last few wads on her stomach and tits.

Jodi groaned when he rolled her over on her side. Shawn climbed up behind her and raised her ass up with her head buried in the pillow. She came to her senses when he placed his hands on her hips. Jodi spread her legs and braced herself for what was coming, her arousal already running down her thighs. They were covered in sperm flakes also. He lined the head of his cock up with her pussy lips and pushed it in.

“Fuck yes,” she moaned into the pillow.

“Fuck yeah,” he added, sinking his cock in to the balls. She took him easier now, her pussy resized for the BBC. He worked his cock in and out wondering if she gave it up, would her pussy contract back to normal. It didn’t matter, he’d never known a woman that could give up the BBC once she’d had it.

She started pushing back into his thrusts when he started withdrawing about half his shaft before thrusting it back in. Shawn stared at her ass. It was perfect, upthrust with well-rounded cheeks, better than any black woman’s ass he’d ever seen and he’d seen some great asses. Jodi’s ass was flawless, pristine… untapped. Her back was flawless too for that matter from the curve above her ass to the rise of her shoulder blades. Her cheeks were an unblemished white, his spanks had been soft enough not to leave a mark for long. There were a few freckles on her back, but mostly they were on her front torso.

He ran his hands over her full globes, increasing his thrusts and feeling the tight embrace of her pussy trying to hold his cock still while she came all around his shaft. He didn’t stop, continuing to fuck her through this and soon another orgasm. His balls were aching and he needed to get off.

Shawn spread her cheeks apart. This view wasn’t so pretty. Her tightly clenched rosebud stared back at him waiting to be fucked for the first time. He’d tap it soon enough, but he wouldn’t break it in. Still it was tempting him with it’s untapped potential. Her sphincter wasn’t even brown like all his other women even the white ones. It was a puckered pink like her nipples making rosebud and apt name. What wasn’t pretty about her pink anus and the crack of her ass was that his sperm had poured from her pussy and ran down her crack, leaving a trail of dried flakes that looked like an ice flow inside a canyon’s walls.

He squeezed her ass cheek and moved his thumb closer towards her tightly puckered anus. Pushing his thumb it wouldn’t ruin her would it? He moved his thumb to it and pressed it against her rosebud. She jerked slightly in surprise, but kept fucking him back. He removed his hand, but only long enough to spit on his thumb. She jerked again when he returned his thumb to her anus, this time pushing down harder. He hoped this didn’t count as taking her anal virginity even if his thumb was as thick as her husband’s penis.

“Shawn, what are you…AAAHH!!” Jodi jumped harder as his thumb pushed through the opening to her ass. This time she quit pushing back trying to pull away from the intruder in her rear. “Shawn…uh…stop…that’s my ass!” He buried his thumb in to the knuckle, pushing his cock in to the balls. “OHSHITCUMMING!” she screamed into the pillow, her pussy contracting all around his cock while her anus squeezed down around the thumb in her ass.

Shawn fucked her through her orgasm while holding his thumb in her ass. She came again when he emptied his balls in her womb. He pulled both his thumb and cock out and shot his last few loads across her back. He released his cock and stared at it rising up over her white ass. It throbbed with his pulse, slowly falling as it deflated and came to rest over her rear end, the head in the small of her back, dribbling out semen into a small pool.

He gave her a playful smack on the ass and got off the bed to go take a shower. When he finished, Jodi was still in the same position and looked like she’d fallen asleep. His clothes were downstairs so he just walked downstairs naked, his cock slapping from thigh to thigh as he descended the steps. Mike was in the kitchen wearing one of those goofy white boy golfing outfits. Mr. Hayes’ eyes immediately went to Shawn’s swinging cock. His eyes narrowed, lips tightening as he stared enviously at a penis nearly twice as big as his own. “No breakfast?” asked Shawn.

Mike jumped slightly aware he’d been staring at Shawn’s big black cock. His expression turned blank, but his cheeks flushed slightly. “No, I need to get moving. You can see yourself out.”

Shawn watched the white boy leave before walking over to the fridge and helping himself to another beer.

**********

Jodi woke up when her alarm went off. She could have slept another 8 hours, Shawn having kept her awake most of the night. She forced herself off the bed, feeling wads of his semen sliding down her back. More was sliding down her thighs. She stopped in the bathroom to stare at herself in the mirror. She barely recognized the well-fucked face staring back at her. She looked like a dozen men had ejaculated on her. Her husband probably hadn’t ejaculated this much in his entire life. The only advantage sex with Mike had over Shawn was that there was far less mess. She leaned in closer, her pupils were still dilated, but they’d shrunken some. She’d searched this side effect of the weed last week and it appeared the dilation was linked to arousal.

If her reflection was telling her anything, it was that she needed to pray for guidance. She might be able to blame the weed for lowering her inhibitions while making her horny, but she didn’t have to derive so much pleasure from her encounters with Shawn. She turned away from the mirror, turning the hot water on in the shower. When it was warm enough, she stepped inside.

Jodi started with her hair. She threw her head back and let the water soak it before adding the shampoo. The bible said nothing about marijuana or drug use as far as she could remember, but it did say people were supposed to be good stewards of their bodies. Sucking Shawn off was sodomy by some definitions and what the hell was he thinking sticking his thumb in her rear end? And why had she seemed to enjoy it? Jodi’s pussy wrenched with yearning. Her hand had just run her sponge over her breast. Her nipples were still erect and the contact was sending signals to her pussy. She returned to her thoughts while continuing meticulously trying to rid her skin of every dried flake of Shawn’s semen.

Of course, her biggest sin was adultery. That violated one of god’s commandments. That might require more then simple prayer, she might need to speak with her pastor. She didn’t like that idea, his wife was a bit of a gossip and she wasn’t convinced he’d keep their talks confidential. Adultery was a sin, but Shawn’s cock was the personification of temptation. It just felt too good, especially when he came inside her adulterous womb. Her pussy clenched down around his imaginary cock. She was feeling empty again. “Hmm, fuck me Shawn,” she moaned. Jodi looked down. She’d dropped the sponge and had one hand fingering her pussy while her other hand squeezed and tugged on her nipples. Enough of his seed had leaked from her pussy that she was starting to get horny again. Maybe, he’d be up for one more fuck before she left for church?

Get a hold of yourself, girl, she thought stepping out of the shower and drying herself off. She stared at herself in the mirror. She was clean again and beautiful, but she still felt dirty. She wanted Shawn again and she hoped he’d gone home removing the temptation from her sight. Deep down, she feared he was still here and even worse, Shawn seemed to think they owed him for smoking three of his joints. Was he expecting another weekend of fucking her? Her pussy quivered as the emptiness and her need to fill that emptiness grew. “No more weed, Jodi,” she told her reflection. “Stay strong.”

Jodi dressed and walked downstairs.

“Lookin good, Mrs. Hayes?”

Jodi jumped a little. He was sitting naked in her husband’s chair, drinking from a can of beer. “You startled me,” she said. “Where’s Mike?”

“Off playing with his little white balls,” said Shawn, grinning at his own stupid joke. “Why you dressed up?”

“For church.”

“Turn around.”

Jodi slowly turned around for her black student. Her church outfit today was a far cry from the nun-like covering she’d worn last week. She’d pulled a sun dress on over her head, one of the new outfits she’d purchased this week. The dress was sleeveless and cut low enough to display some cleavage. The hem stopped just above her knees. Displaying this much skin was unusual for her. She rarely even wore shorts or tee shirts except for the hottest summer days.

Jodi had developed young and had started getting male attention as an early teen. She liked it from some boys and others not so much. She’d dressed like any other girl then. She’d even wore modest bikinis to the pool. The problem was she didn’t have a modest body. Her breasts were a C-cup by fourteen, DD’s by 16, and she’d had her current E-cups since 18. She had started to worry her breasts would never stop growing. Every man who saw her, ogled her. Older men hit on her and she even had a creepy uncle whose hugs grew a little uncomfortable. Even more embarrassing for her, the attention made her nipples grow.

One Saturday, day during senior year she was wearing shorts that barely covered her butt cheeks like most of her friends were wearing. Her parents wouldn’t approve and she’d left home wearing sweat pants to hide them. She was also wearing a sleeveless tank top that left her belly bare and the outlines of her nipples visible through her bra. She rounded a corner and found herself in the middle of a gang of black youths, some were classmates of hers. They stood and surrounded her. Jodi froze trembling in fear. Some of the men slowly circled her like vultures circling their next meal. They all were openly ogling her.

“Yo, check this ho out.” “It’s Jodi Jugs!” “How you doing, white girl?” “You got pink nipples, gurl? Let me see them?” “Gurl, you fine.” You ever tried dark meat, bitch?” “Leave her alone, can’t you see she’s scared?”

“Hey, where you going, gurl? What’s your hurry?” One black man that appeared to be in his late twenties called after her when she pushed through the group. “You want some of this?” He grabbed his crotch through his low hanging sweats. His hand didn’t even cover the large tubular swell.

They laughed as she picked up speed to get away from them. She’d feared the worse, being dragged into an alley and raped, but they didn’t even follow her. She was also aware that her nipples were painfully hard and scraping against her bra.

She’d held that event against black men ever since even though she’d encountered plenty of decent friendly people of color over the years, she was never friendly back, only polite. The same day she’d encountered the black youths, she agreed to go with friends to a party. She wore the same outfit. She tried her first drink, rum punch and found it going straight to her head. She found herself getting a lot of attention from her male classmates. Some were big and handsome. They all were drunk and obnoxious, staring at her tits, asking her to go into a bedroom with them. They behaved as badly as the black men had earlier, but she didn’t hold their race against them. They were just jerks. A nerdy friend of hers that helped tutor her offered to drive her home. She stared out the window most of the ride, her nipples were hard and she was damp between the legs from all the male attention. She asked him to pull over into the park and he thought she was going to throw up. He was shocked when she looked over and pulled her top off over her head. “I don’t want to be a virgin any longer,” she told him. He didn’t have condoms; probably never thought he’d need them. Fifteen minutes after moving to the back seat, stripping, kissing, having her nipples sucked for the first time (she liked that), and him pulling out a thin five-inch penis that she found unthreatening, they were no longer virgins. The teenager shook nervously the entire time and came after only a few strokes, not pulling out in time. They were dressed and back on their way to her house in less then a half hour since pulling over, neither saying much most of the way.

Jodi showered when she got home, feeling dirty, and trying to force out as much of the teen’s sperm as she could. There were only a few drops and it hadn’t shot very deep, but she still feared he may have gotten her pregnant. What scared her most was how disappointed her parents would be in her for having a baby out of wedlock.

She stared at her nude body in the mirror. This is the problem, she thought, hefting her tits. They were the reason men lusted after her. They were the reason the boy who took her virginity had only lasted a few strokes and been unable to pull out in time. She turned sideways. This doesn’t help either, she thought, spanking her palm against her firm upthrust rear end.

That night, Jodi dreamed she was surrounded by the black boys again only this time she was nude. Hands came out grabbing her tits or her ass cheeks. They yanked the saggy pants down, pulling out large black phalluses twice the size of the boy’s penis she’d just given her maidenhead to. The hard black phalluses poked at her from all directions. She grabbed some pushing them away, her hands stroking up and down the thrusting black shafts. Another, poked at her mouth, mashing against her lips as she held them tightly shut. Hands grabbed her hips, raising her ass. She felt the tip of one of the large black phalluses poking at her wet pussy lips. Why hadn’t she worn clothes? The black man slammed his dark dick forward.

Jodi woke up. She was panting and sweaty. Her nipples her pulling out her areolae. Her thighs were soaked. She recalled the dream vividly, a part of her believing the devil had sent it to her as temptation. Even more tempting was that her vagina was soaked and needed something in it. Jodi found herself moaning and fingering herself while squeezing one of her plump teats. She tried not to think of her dream and failed miserably. She was thinking about the unseen black boy thrusting his cock into her when she had her first orgasm.

The next day, Jodi walked downstairs and despite it being a hot spring day, she was wearing slacks and a long sleeve shirt. The only skin she was showing on her chest was enough open buttons on her collar to display her cross. Her parents looked pleased, especially her mom who was dressed all in black except for a gray shawl that hung low enough to cover the prodigious bosom that her daughter had inherited.

And for the next sixteen years, Jodi had done her best to hide a body that didn’t want to be hidden from the eyes of men up until last week when Shawn Wright had ripped her blouse off her and said, “I want chu dressed sexy from now on.”

“Damn, you one sexy bitch, Mrs. Hayes, said Shawn, grabbing his dangling cock and stroking it as he stared at her in the sundress. He stared at her sandal covered feet and ran his eyes up her legs, over her skirt, to her trim waist, and the swell of her breasts. Her nipples were now pushing out through her bra and the top. “Take it off.”

“But Shawn, I really need to go to church…”

“Don’t make me tell you twice.”

Jodi froze, staring at her former student’s brutish face. She looked down, his cock was plumping up. She wanted it again, needed it to fill the void inside her. Her hands fell to her sides, grabbing into the dress. There was no longer enough time to go to church if she fucked him again. Her hands pulled the skirt up. There’d be no praying for the strength to resist temptation. She pulled the skirt up over her panty.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” said Shawn. There were no more granny panties for her. This one was lacy and black, see thru enough her red pubes were visible.

Jodi fought off a strong urge to dance for him again. There would be no praying for forgiveness. She pulled the dress up to her tits, revealing her flat sexy belly. There would be no praying for her soul. She pulled the dress off over her head.

“Fuck yeah, Mrs. Hayes. Fuck yeah.” He stared greedily at her bra. It matched her panty, black and lacy, squeezing her breasts together and her nipples were visible thru the cup clearly erect and rose colored. “Fuck yeah,” he said approvingly. Her hands moved up to the hook between her breasts. “Wait,” he said. “Turn around.”

She turned around, displaying her body for him again, but this time only in her underwear. The panty wasn’t a thong, but it hid nothing and the white skin showing through the black lace was even sexier. She faced him again. Shawn was stroking his cock. Her hands moved back up to her bra.

“Not yet,” he said, staring at his cock. It looked hard and huge to her. Shawn shook it and the black monster flopped a little. “I wanna try a recharge. Go grab the bong and my pants.”

Jodi glanced down at his cock. It certainly looked hard enough to fuck and she was more then ready for it. Shawn looked impatient as he stared at her. He liked to be obeyed. She turned and headed to the kitchen. She stepped out onto the deck and into the sunlight. The bong was where they’d left it on the side of the hot tub. His pants were on the deck. She returned them both to her black lover. Jodi stood, watching him pull a bag out of his pocket with a small amount of fuck weed still in it. He filled the bowl and lit it.

“You can sit down, Mrs. Hayes.”

Jodi sat down on the couch, watching Shawn take a hit. He held the bong out for her. “No thanks, I’m good.”

“Come on Mrs. Hayes, take a hit.”

“No thanks,” she said again. No more fuck weed for her.

Shawn took it back at took a hit, holding it in before exhaling the smoke in her direction. Mike would have a fit if he knew Shawn was smoking in their house. Not that Mike was a real man enough to do anything about it. “Here, Mrs. Hayes.” He held it out for her.

Her eyes flickered down to the lit marijuana in the bowl of the bong. “I’m done with that stuff, Shawn.”

Take it. I don’t need anymore.” Indeed, his cock was hard again, any of the floppiness was gone. His balls were big and seemed to be swelling before her eyes. His cock really was pure masculine perfection. She shook her head. “Come on Mrs. Hayes, you still owe me for smoking some of my weed. Finish this off and we’ll call it even.”

That got her attention. “You mean I’ll be done with you?”

“If you want to be done with me, but you got the itch now, Mrs. Hayes. You gonna want the BBC again and it’s gonna be me or someone else that gives it to ya.”

Sweat started to bead on Jodi’s brow as she stared at Shawn’s cock in all it’s giant perfection. “I’ll be fine without the weed,” she stated without conviction. She did have an itch inside her, but that was from the weed, right? The itch had started after Shawn’s cock had opened up new territory, deeper than Mike could reach. “You’ll really leave us alone?” she asked, eyes flickering back and forth from big black cock to the bong.

“If that’s what chu wants.”

Jodi reached out and took the bong. She bent down and placed her lips around the end sucking the smoke up into her lung through the pipe. She wanted to laugh. Several weeks ago, the very thought of putting her lips somewhere a black man’s lips had just been would have disgusted her. Now her lips had been on his lips, had his tongue in her mouth, and wrapped around his huge cock. She exhaled and took another hit. The sense of relaxation already spreading through her body. She really did have a fucking itch. She snorted out some smoke, wanting to laugh. Her fucking itch was an itch to fuck! She took in her fifth and final hit, her brain wondering if the itch was going to get so bad, she’d actually have to call Shawn to cum over… snort! Come over and scratch it. She certainly wasn’t going to fuck some other black guys and where’d she find one with a cock like Shawn’s anyway? Jodi’s eyes rolled up in her head as he lids closed, the bong falling from her fingers. Already her brain was recalling her first sight of Shawn’s huge black cock as he stood up in the hot tub, her hands reaching out to touch it. She collapsed on the couch.

Shawn sprang up and picked the bong up off the couch, patting at the ashes to make sure they were out. Mrs. Hayes was slumped over on the couch. He lifted her and sat her up, her head falling forward. He made sure she was stable before letting her go. His phone was still by the recliner. He grabbed it and opened the text app. “Ready,” he typed and sent. Might as well have a little something to remember this, he thought. He opened the video app and hit play, resting the phone against his empty beer can on the stand by the char and aimed at Mrs. Hayes.

He stood up and walked towards the front door, giant erect cock bobbing in front of him. He didn’t give a shit if any of the neighbors saw a nude black man standing in the Haye’s doorway. He was reaching for the handle to open the door when it rang.

DING DONG!

Blacked.com suggestions

 There's been some interest that I mentioned that I sent blacked.com a list of suggestions for short films. They were just ideas to jazz up the scenes slightly. They never responded (I sent it twice when I didn't hear from them the first time). If you like the idea, maybe tweet them and maybe they'll respond. Anyway, thought I'd share what I sent.

Blacked notes

The Wrong Room: Sexy married woman going to meet her husband at a hotel. She's mumbling, "Now what was his room number again?" She sees a door with the latch holding it open. "Oh good, he left it open for me." She enters and hears the shower running. "I think I will surprise him." She strips down to sexy lingerie and then nude. "Surprise!" she says, stepping into the shower with him. She squeals and holds one arm across her breasts and her hand over her crotch when she sees it's a black man. He could have been masturbating. She stares with lust down at his semi-hard cock. "You're not my husband." He replies, "No, but he's a lucky man." He reached out and takes her arm, pulling it away from her breasts and placing it on his cock. "I've never seen a black one before." He chuckles. "I can tell. Why don't you take a closer look?" He pushed her down to her knees. "You're a lot bigger than my husband." "Put it in your mouth and it will get bigger." She licks it and looks up at him, slowly sucking his cock. Eventually he asks, "You like that big black cock?" "God yes, I want it in my pussy." They move to the bed and fuck in a variety of positions. He asks, "Can I see you again?" She says "No, this can't happen again. I'm happily married and I'd never be able to say no to that big black cock of yours. She kisses him goodbye and leaves the room. She calls hubby and finds it's the room next door. She tells him she's too tired for sex. He's mad, he's all horny listening to his coworker fuck some slut in the room next door. She says, "Your coworker?" "Yeah, you'll get to meet him tomorrow. Cool guy. I think you'll like him. At least I hope so, the company just partnered us up and we're going to be seeing a lot of him.

Son's Best Friend: This is based on a story of mine that Kaoscomics also did a comic version. The actress would need to look old enough to be the black guys mother. He's a senior in high school (could be going to a local college). He's wearing a sports jacket. The mother is sunbathing alone in a tiny bikini. Her husband hasn't even seen her in her tanning bikini. The black kid shows up in the back yard. She tells him her son is at school and asks why isn't he at school. He tells her he needs her help with something. He folows her inside where she puts a short robe on. He tells her that he's growing desperate for sex, his girlfriend wants to wait until she's married, all she's ever done is touch him through his pants. He's desperate to be with a woman. The mom tells him that he should respect his girlfriend's wishes. He can take care of it himself, she hears her son doing it all the time. The boy replies, he does take care of it himself and a few weeks ago when he was sleeping over, he went looking for her husband's porn collection. She interupts to say that her husband doesn't have a porn collection. He does and a good one. He also had this. The young black man holds up a VCR tape. She gasps. He told me he destroyed it. We made that when we were newlyweds. She rips the tape out. "Well that takes care of that." He holds up his phone. I digitized your sex tape. The phone could actually have a picture of her nude or a short video of her stripping playing. He threatens to post the tape on social media unless she has sex with him. She refuses and threatens to call the police on him. He says he'll settle for a blowjob. She responds that she hasn't even done that for her husband since they made that tape X number of years ago. She agrees to a hand job, if he deletes the video. He accepts, but wants her nude. She says no, the bikini stays on. He says topless. She agrees, but the panty stays on. They move to the bedroom. He leans his phone on something to film then when her back is turned letting the robe fall down. "Why me?" "You're the hottest milf in town all the guys want to fuck you." She unties her bikini top. He grabs and sucks on one nipple. She pushes him away, gasping. "No touching." She kneels and asks him to take it out, but he tells her to take it out. She reaches in, acting surprised and pulls his cocks out. "Wow! You're bigger than my husband." He responds that he knows, he felt sorry for her watching her sex tape. She starts jerking him off. He tells her he'll finish faster if she talks dirty to him so she starts telling him how much she loves his big black cock. "Enough to suck it?" "I do want to suck it." She starts blowing him while pushing her panty aside and fingering herself. She stops, gasping, sawing his big cock is hurting her jaw. He offers to repay the favor. She gets on her back and he pulls her panty off, going down on her. Eventually, he kisses up her body and pushes his cock inside fucking her, with her screaming how much she loves it. He cums and she tells him next time to bring condoms. He asks, "Next time?" She tells him her husband and son are leaving on a fishing trip and they could fuck all weekend.

A woman trying to get her daughter into college like in the recent Lori Loughlin scandal. The scene is a simple office where she's seated talking to a black coach about putting her on a team. He responds that he could do it, but if they got caught, he could get in a lot of trouble for it, maybe even go to jail. She understands and offers him 10,000 dollars if he'll do it. He responds that 10k is a start, but wants something else. "How far are you willing to go?" He stands and pulls his cock out. She acts indignant, but starts sucking him, eventually stripping and fucking him. He tells her he'll expect the same payment each semester. She agrees, she's never been fucked like that before. He looks in a folder at a picture of her daughter. "Well, I hope the daughter is as agreeable as the mom."

The Pool Game: A white couple is playing pool when a black man challenges the husband. The husband runs out of money and the black man makes him the offer that the wife has to take off an article of clothing for every ball he sinks. Finally, he offers double or nothing that he gets to fuck the wife. The (now nude) wife tells her husband they can't afford to lose all that money. They black man sinks the 8 ball and fucks the wife on the pool table. The husband looks distraught watching, but eventually, he's jerking off urging the black man to fuck her good.

A super-hero spoof: The actress is wearing a costume. Maybe a white one=piece with a red heart on it and a red cape with red boots and a mask around her eyes. She enters a warehouse setting, maybe beats up a couple extras. She enters an office with a couch or matress on the floor. A black man with a skull painted on his face and a top hat (Thin Baron Samedi from the Bond film "Live and Let Die") steps out and blows dust in her face, placing her under his spell. The villain gloats that he now has The Queen of Hearts (or other name) under his spell. He orders her to remove his mask revealing her secret identity.  He then has her strip for him and take his cock out, sucking him. They have sex on the matress. It ends with him giving her a new costume, a black spade bikini, black cape, and boots. He gives her the new name the Queen of Spades. This is based on a story of mine "The Rise and Fall of the Queen of Hearts". 

A part 2 has the Queen of Spades robbing an office. She is stopped by a black scurity guard. She seduces him and fucks him senseless, stealing the safe. The safe is fake (a painted box or something) looking like she has superstrength lifting it.

A Tomb Raider Spoof: The setting would be complicated, a fake temple set like in the begining of Raiders of the Lost Ark where the monkey idol is sitting on a pedestal. Alternatively, it could be in a cave, she could be in a bikini emerging from under a waterfall carrying the idol, or she could just be running down a beach carrying the idol. The idol is a statue of a black man with an erect penis, a Carribean tourist novelty such as a black man in a barrel which when the barrel is lifted the penis springs up, or simply a black dildo. She has a black man helping her. He is dressed like an adventurer with backpack, canteen, binoculars, etc. He might be spying on her bathing or under the waterfall. She comments, "Don't spy on me Max. Remember you're my employee and our relationship is strictly professional." Later, they are camped around a fire. She might be in a tent and he's in a sleeping bag. She wakes up and removes the idol, staring at it, perhaps talking to it. She stands as if in a trance and removes her clothes. She approaches her black employee. He wakes and stares at her. "What's gotten into you boss?" She responds, "I know what I want to get in me," fondling his penis. They have sex. When he orgasms, she stands back up as if in a trance and returns to her tent/sleeping bag, bowing to the idol or kissing the head of it's penis before getting back in bed. The next morning, he makes a pass at her and she rebuffs him. "What's wrong with you. I told you that our relationship is strictly professional." She stares at the idol again and he asks her what she's going to do with it. "It belongs in a museum." He tells he that she should hang on to it for a while. Keep it as a trophy. She nods. "I do feel a strange attachment to the idol." Perhaps, she mumbles something about having a dream where she had sex with the idol and doesn't remember at what point she removed her clothes last night.

Nurse and Patient: Setting is a hospital room or she could be a visiting nurse to a private home. The actress comes in to a hospital room. The BM is laid up in bed with bandages or casts on his hands. She grabs a clipboard off the foot of the bed. "So how are you today, Mr. Black?" He replies, "My hands are doing a little better." She says, "Well, I can see you are do for a sponge bath today." She starts sponging him clean, pulling the covers back, and gasping when she sees his penis. She washes around it and over it. He begs her to take care of it for him as he can't jerk off and he's feeling backed up. She says, "I can't Mr. Black, I'm a married woman." He pleads, "But you're a caregiver and I need care. Just jerk it off for me." Reluctantly, she takes it in hand and starts jerking it off, she's staring at it with fascination. He asks her to suck it. She tells him, she doesn't even do it for her husband and Mr. Black is a good deal bigger, but she does, getting into it. He tells her that he'd cum quicker if she took her clothes off. She strips, sucking him some more, getting sluttier until she climbs on the bed and mounts him. Afterwards, he says, "Same time tomorrow, nurse?" She says, "Same time tomorrow, Mr. Black."

Poker game: Round poker table or regular table perhaps in a living room with a couch nearby. This is a common theme in stories. The husband loses a bet and has to share his wife. The wife is dressed sexy, blouse open, waiting while her husband and the black male bet on a hand of poker. There's a big pile of chips on the table. The black man looks smug. The white man is smiling, showing his hand to his wife. The BM goes all in. The WM says, "But I don't have enough to cover the bet?" The BM smirks, "Well, your wife's been teasing me all game. How about you bet her?" She looks horrified her husband would even consider it. They talk privately, he tells her how hard it is to beat his hand and how much money is in the pot. She reluctantly agrees. The BM wins and makes the wife strip and blow him while the husband watches. He does her on the poker table or nearby couch and she loves it, telling the BM how much better he is. Afterwards, she looks at her husband and asks if they can host the poker game again next month. Alternatively, there could be one or two more BMs at the table and the wife ends up taking them all. Another trick would be that she doesn't see her husbands hand, but peeks at it after he folds and she has sex with the BM and sees that her husband actually had the winning hand and wanted to see his wife get fucked. Or, the hubby and wife step away to discuss the bet, with her telling him she doesn't want to fuck a black guy. The BM cheats, checking the husband's cards and slipping himself the winning hand.

Houseguest story: A white couple and black friend are sitting in a living room. The BM is thanking them for letting him stay there after his wife threw him out. He'll start looking for a place to stay tomorrow. The talk turns to sex, the BM complaining he needs to find a date, he hasn't had sex he and his wife had their big fight weeks ago. The couple complain that they haven't had sex in months, with her working nights (maybe she's a night shift nurse). She's lucky to even get a kiss. The husband's tired and wants to go to bed. They go to the bedroom. He gets in bed. She strips, telling him she has an hour if he wants to get a quickie in, but he's already asleep. She puts her uniform on and leaves. She comes home the next day and strips in the bedroom, hearing the shower running. She smiles thinking it's her husband and steps inside the shower. The black friend is in there jerking off, thinking about the wife. Similar to my first suggestion, she might squeal and try to cover herself, but eventually she gives in, blowing and kissing the BM before moving to the bedroom. He tells her that it looks like they found a solution to their sex problem. She  agrees, telling him to slow down apartment hunting so she can fuck him every day when she comes home from work. 

Pool set: Wife sunbathing in bikini. BM shows up carrying a camera. The husband either hired him to photograph his wife or he's casing the house to rob it later and tells the wife he's there to photograph her.  She's surprised and scared until he shows her the camera, but realizes this must be for their upcoming anniversary. They start with him taking pictures of her in her bikini, eventually telling her to take her top off. She's reluctant, but he reminds her that he's a professional and that her hubby will love it. She does and he tells her the pictures will be sexier if she's glistening. He puts the camera down and rubs oil all over her body, concentrating on her breasts and making her aroused. They return to taking pictures and he asks her to remove her panty. She does, standing nude in the pool while he snaps more shots. Finally, he tells her that he needs to get in the pool with her to take the last shots. He pulls off his shirt, saying he strip down to his swimsuit, but strips naked. "Whoops, looks like I forgot my suit." He joins her in the pool naked, takes a few pics. Sets the camera aside and says she needs more oil. This time, he rubs his naked body against hers and fingers her leading to her blowing him and them fucking by the pool. 

The Ghost in Room 212: This idea is based on a fake porno that appeared in one of my stories where the black male was an albino. The scene opened with a BM wearing a 1950s style hat and suit and a married white woman meet in a hotel room and have sex. He fucks her telling her, she's black only now and she agrees. Her angry husband bursts into the room and shoots the BM, setting up a haunting. The actor was then replaced by the albino actor as the ghost. In a real movie, the black actor could just wear some halloween makeup to appear a dead. The dark opening could also be avoided by simply having the desk clerk warn the woman staying in the room that it's supposedly haunted by the ghost of a black man shot in the room 60 odd year ago.

Optionally, the white woman was also shot fleeing into the adjoining room and the two lovers can only be together on Halloween night or the anniversary of the night they were shot, crossing into the other's room to fuck again. The ghost whispers with each encounter, "Black only" in their ears. Alternatively, she could be the ghost only appearing in the room when there's a BM guest. 

The first senario featured a business woman (dressed porn sexy) getting the last room at the hotel and being warned by the desk clerk. She sexily undresses, calls her husband and slips into bed. The ghost comes out of the closet with a fog machine blowing smoke out. The covers are pulled off the sleeping nude woman. He sucks her nipples and goes down on her. She sucks him and they fuck. He whispers "Black only" in her ear. She glances in a mirror and sees herself alone, hips rising into the imaginary thrusts of his cock. She awakens the next morning, feeling great, but beleiving it was all a dream. She mumbles something about making this a regular stop on her business trips. Maybe if she invites the black desk clerk to her room, she can stay there for free. Maybe he'll let me suck his big black cock when I check out this morning. She leaves licking her lips.

Other senarios would feature a medium staying in the room trying to contact the ghost with a ouija board or a spirit box. 

Two young girls staying in the haunted room trying to summon the ghost. They strip to sexy lingerie and sit on the bed with a ouija board. The board tells them to kiss. They ask, "Kiss who?" The board says, each other. The board tells them to strip, make out, go down on each other, with the shost appearing and fucking both girls. 

An actress in a sexy nun costume trying to excercise the room. After he appears and they have sex, he whispers "Black only." She leaves the room either thinking about a black priest from Africa or volunteering to help the black youths in the poor neighborhood.

A white couple take the room. The man lays on the bed while the woman stats blowing him. The ghost appears and enters her from behind, forcing her forwards. He says something about her never sucking his dick so forcefully before. She takes her lips off, moaning, "It's so big!" The white man says, "You never told me that before baby, I like it." The ghost whispers, "Black only," and the woman looks up and yells at the man to get out. She doesn't want his white dick anymore. He grabs his clothes and leaves, leaving her alone with the ghost.

A black couple are in the next room. The man wants a blow job, but the woman tells him no, she has a headache, putting on a sleep mask. The female ghost appears and starts sucking his cock. They have sex and she leans over whispering in the sleeping wife's ear, "Suck your husband's cock more." Alternatively, the female ghost could wake her and they have a threesome.

A woman rents the room on the night the two ghosts can crossover. She awkens to find the two ghosts slipping into bed with her for a threeway.

Another scene could have the black desk clerk with one of the women thrilled that every woman he puts in that room comes out hungry for some black cock.