Final Fuck Weed

 Jodi was gently thrusting her hip up to meet his thrusts. Tony was slowly pumping her ass. He wasn’t in a hurry, just enjoying what was a dream come true for him. “You gonna let me fuck your ass again?”

“Oh yes, Tony. Any time,” she moaned.

“This is my white ass now,” he growled, picking up speed. He had a hold of her hips and was pulling her back into his thrusts, forcing his cock a little deeper.

“Yes.” She moved one hand out from under her head and it found it’s way to her pussy. She started diddling herself. “Yes, your ass.” Jodi felt the pressure building as another orgasm began building up inside her.

“Who owns this white ass?” asked Tony, spanking one of her cheeks.

“You Tony,” she gasped. “It’s your ass to fuck any time.”

“That’s right, gonna fuck your white slut ass anytime, gonna fuck it all the time.” Tony fucked faster. “Ready for my jizz, Mrs. Hayes?”

“Yes,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “Do it, give it to me.”

“Here it is, slut.” Tony pulled her ass back into his cock as it began pumping her bowels full of sperm. Jodi’s body shook as her orgasm broke. His cock continued spewing out its voluminous load, filling her ass and rising up to squirt out of her anus around his shaft. It ran down her perineum to mix with Wilson’s sperm still leaking from her pussy. Their combined cum dribbled down to pool on her carpet.

“Fuck yeah,” groaned Tony, pushing her forwards and slowly withdrawing his cock. More semen welled up in her ass, following his retreating cock pouring out of her stretched out hole the second his cock sprang free. “That’s the best orgasm I ever had.”

“It’s the fuck weed, bro,” said Shawn.

“Nah, it was Mrs. Hayes ass. Definitely her ass.”

“Dayumn nigga,” wheezed Wilson through his teeth. “I think you made her cum too.”

“Twice,” said Tony.

“That normal, Assman?” asked Shawn.

“No,” said Tony, climbing to his feet. “The men do, but then they jack it while I’m doin’em good. Women love it, but usually don’t cum. She special.”

“She is special,” agreed Shawn, but suspecting it was the fuck weed again that relaxed her enough to cum. He’d have to experiment with that. “Why don’t you go get cleaned up, Mrs. Hayes. We ain’t done with ya.”

Jodi was weak and wiped out, but she did need a shower. She pushed herself up and stumbled her way to the stairs. She used the railing and slowly climbed the stairs, her belly and womb full of semen, and now her ass squishing, leaking sperm with every stair she climbed. She felt ashamed and dirty, but for once felt like all her needs had been satisfied.

“Damn cock’s still hard,” said Tony, staring down at his cock bobbing before him. He pushed it down with his index finger watching it spring back up and bob. “Guess it’s time to give that white pussy a go.”

“Why doncha head upstair den,” said Shawn.

**********

It took Jodi forever to feel clean. She washed between her thighs and ran the cloth up between her butt cheeks, but each time she wiped Tony’s semen up, more poured from her ass. Rubbing the body wash across her breasts was sending spasms of desire back down to her pussy, the emptiness began returning. She dropped the wash cloth and closed her eyes as she played with her nipples, her arousal increasing to the point she slid one hand down her belly, her fingers slipping into her pussy. She was able to bring herself off while thinking about the three black men’s cocks, her orgasm releasing more of their trapped seed from her womb and rear end. She washed that away and finally felt clean enough to step out of the shower.

Jodi dried herself off and wrapped a towel around her body before walking out into the bedroom. She froze when she saw Tony sitting on the bed. His thirteen-inch torpedo cock rising up between his legs. “Com’ere, Mrs. Hayes,” he said.

Jodi’s eyes focused on the huge black cock as she stepped closer. She’d stripped the bed and he was sitting on just the mattress cover. The sheets were piled on the floor still sticky and wet from last nights multiple couplings with Shawn.

She stepped between his legs, Tony reaching out and untying the knot in the towel above her bosom. It fell to the floor. “You have an amazing body, Mrs. Hayes,” he told her, running his brown hands over her pale white breasts before sliding them down and grabbing her hips. He pulled her closer, she turned her head as their lips met. Jodi moaned, her arousal growing as they kissed passionately. Tony reached around and grabbed her ass, squeezing it. He pulled her closer, tighter. Jodi found herself climbing into his lap, still kissing him.

Tony raised her up, breaking their kiss, her lips found her erect nipples as he lowered her down over the head of his cock. He used his strong arms to raise and lower her over the end of his shaft until gently lowering her down so that she was fully impaled. They both sighed as her hot pussy embraced his hard black cock. She sat still, enjoying the feeling of fullness she got from his cock, kissing him again. Eventually, Tony grabbed her ass cheeks raising and lowering her over several inches of his cock. She assisted, raising up off her knees to bounce on more of his shaft.

“I love your cock, Tony,” she whispered in between kissing him.

“It loves your white pussy,” he whispered back. “And your mouth.” He kissed her. “And your ass.” Jodi arched her back, her pussy beginning to tighten around his shaft. Her breasts thrust up towards his face. “And some day,” he added. He sucked one of her swollen nipples between her lips. “It’s gonna love fucking these big white titties.” He sucked her other nipple, his tongue flickering over the hard nub.

“OHGOD, TONY!” She threw her head back, her long red hair, darker because it was wet, hanging down behind her. “I’m cum… CCUUMMMMIINNGG!!” Her pussy clenched down around his shaft, her orgasm exploding outwards from her womb to rock her entire body.

“That’s it slut, come all over that black cock.” Her wetness poured out around his shaft soaking his crotch. Tony fell back on the bed.

Jodi leaned forward, bracing her white hands on his muscular brown chest, her hair now falling down over his torso. She gasped for air. “Wow,” she said. “I love your cock,” she said, staring down at his fit chest and his handsome face.

“Is it your favorite?” he asked.

Jodi nodded. “It is.” She ground her crotch into his.

“Shit,” said Shawn. “I think her favorite is whatever one’s in her at the time.”

Jodi looked up guiltily to see Shawn’s broad muscular form standing in the doorway. He was stroking his cock and it was glistening in the light as he coated it with fluid. “Sorry,” she told him.

“Don’t be Mrs. Hayes.” Shawn walked closer and then around to the foot on the bed. “I knew you was a slut for big black cocks.”

“I’m not,” she protested. “It’s the weed.” He disappeared behind her. “I’m not a slut,” she denied. Tony’s grip on her ass cheeks tightened, fingers digging into her flesh as he spread them apart. “I’m not…” She felt Shawn’s hard rod fall on the top of her ass. He stepped back the thick shaft sliding down her cheeks. He grabbed the base, applying pressure down on it as the knobby head moved down to her recently fucked anus. “No,” she hissed in shock. “You’re not…” Jodi tried to look behind her, but couldn’t turn her head that far. “That’s too much!”

Jodi’s face tightened, her cheeks turning red. Her anus pushed inwards before stretching open. Shawn’s cock was thicker, the head rounder and fatter than Tony’s. Her sphincter stretched open further than before. There was a brief moment when she thought her ass was going to tear open before his cock head pushed inside. After that, it was so bad. Her ass had already been well-fucked and it didn’t take long for it to adjust to Shawn’s slightly thicker cock. She followed the, “squeeze and relax” instructions, Tony had given her and Shawn’s cock pushed deeper.

“You don’t know how hard it was saving dis ass for chu,” growled Shawn, his cock head pushing against Tony’s shaft.

“Oh I know, bro. I know,” answered Tony, keeping her cheeks spread open for Shawn.

“I sees why it turned you.” Shawn’s cock head pushed upwards, along the length of Tony’s shaft until the two large cocks were pushing against each other as if competing for one tight space.

“UNNNHH!” sighed Jodi, loudly. “Oh god! It’s too much!” She exhaled sharply, sucking in a deep breath she filled her lungs, holding it, before releasing the air in shorts puffs like she was giving birth. Only in this case, the thing was pushing in instead of out. “OH,” she groaned, grinding her crotch into Tony. “Mmmm, yessss. It’sss gooood.”

“That’s it, Mrs. Hayes, now ya  getting inta it. I knew you was a slut for big black cocks.”

“No, I’m not…” Jodi let her denial trail off. “Just fuck me.”

“Not until you admits it,” said Shawn, smugly.

“I can’t,” she groaned. “I’m not a… I’m a married… Just fuck me.” Jodi wiggled her ass. “Please?”

“Say it, slut,” ordered Shawn.

“Say it,” added Tony beneath her. He grabbed one of her heavy teats and raised it to his lips, sucking her nipple between them.

“OOOHHH ALLLL RIGHT! Alright! I’m a slut for big black cocks. Fuck me. Fuck me with your big black cocks.”

Shawn pulled back on his shaft pushing forward. “Who’s yo favorite?”

“Yeah, who’s your favorite,” said Tony, bucking his hips so that his cock pushed deep in her pussy, pulling back slightly.

“YYEESS!!” Jodi raised her ass up and down. “You’re my… your both my… I love all black cock. I’m a slut for big black cock.”

“That’s what I’m talkin about,” said Shawn, spanking his palm down against her ass cheek. He grabbed her hips and held on as he slammed his cock in and out of her ass. “But we both know I’m yo favorite.”

“Yes! Fuck me. Fuck me,” she screamed.

The men raised her ass up high enough Tony could buck his hips and work his cock in and out of her pussy. The alternated thrusts at first, Shawn pulling back when Tony thrust deep, switching to both pulling back together and thrusting their cocks back in eliciting screams of pleasure from Jodi.

“I’m cumming. I’m cumming,” she cried out, her pussy and sphincter contracting all around the two men’s shafts as she came hard all over Tony’s cock.

Wilson stumbled into the doorway, leaning heavily against the jam, gasping for breath from climbing the stairs. He shuffled into the room, rivulets of sweat running down his prodigious stomach.

“This slut sound noisy to you, Tony?” asked Shawn.

“Yeah, slut’s loud,” replied Tony before returning his mouth to her nipple.

“Just in time, Fatboy. Shut the slut up.”

“Damn straight,” grunted Wilson. “Can’t let you two niggas have all the fun.”

Tears of pleasure were running down Jodi’s face from her intense orgasm and she could feel another building. Wilson’s immense naked bulk was approaching the bed. He climbed on above Tony’s head, that side of the bed bending down as he lifted his bulk on it. His fat eleven-inch cock stuck out from the fat patch around his pubic hair just under the larger bulge of his belly. She no longer saw it as hideous. It was just another big black cock that could satisfy the emptiness inside her. Jodi lowered her lips and sucked the head inside, moaning with satisfaction as all her needs were finally being met.

The head wasn’t enough for Donnie Wilson. “I need ya to suck it deep, Mrs. Hayes.” He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down, his shaft slamming down her throat. The top of her face pushed deep into the black man’s large gut. He stank and his sweat covered her forehead and the top of her hair, but she didn’t care. He moved his hands to the sides of her head and began face fucking her, the angle being perfect for shafting her throat. It was the hardest cock she ever sucked, hard to breathe through her nose. She inhaled deeply every other time he pulled back on his hips, exhaling the other times. She lost her rhythm each time she came and she came many more times.

Jodi’s body was being used like a slut to get their cocks off. Shawn was holding her hips, slamming his cock in and out of her. Tony was pushing up on her ribs, keeping her slightly raised so that he could buck his hips, keeping 3/4s of his shaft inside her while working the rest in and out. Wilson was holding her head still shoving his cock in and out of her mouth. Jodi wasn’t doing any of the work. She was just serving as a future receptacle for their seed and after a food ten to fifteen minutes of this, their seed came.

Shawn came first. He pushed his cock deep into her ass, maybe nine inches deep, his hot seed exploding from tip of his cock and flooding her bowels with a large load of cum. This was the first load he’d blown since smoking the second hit of fuck weed and it was a large one, more then her ass could hold, sperm squirting out around the shaft buried in her anus.

Jodi came hard the moment she felt his cock erupting inside her. She wanted to scream out loud, but her cries were choked by the thick black cock pumping in and out of her throat. Seconds later, she felt Tony’s cock explode, another large load of semen spewing into her womb at a rapid pace, overflowing it so that his cum poured down all over her balls to mingle with Shawn’s seed running down her perineum from her leaking ass. Tony’s squirting cock both prolonged and tripled the power of her orgasm. Wilson’s cum was gushing down her throat, filling her belly to the point she felt like she was drowning in cum. He pushed her head back, his cock head entering and overflowing her mouth with his thick seed. It dribbled down her chin as she tried to swallow, but her orgasm made her want to shout out, not gulp down the constant discharge streaming out of Wilson’s thick cock.

Jodi went limp, the only thing holding her body up was Tony’s hands on her ribs and Shawn’s on her hips. Wilson pulled back, his cock exiting her mouth. She shut her lips quickly to keep her mouth full of sperm mostly so that she could keep tasting him. The fat old black man, jerked his cock off, the last few wads of his semen splattering on her face. He fell to the side, landing heavily on the bed. It was hard enough to make the other three jump up on the bed. Shawn slowly began withdrawing his spent cock, his seed flooding up after his retreating cock. It bubbled up and poured out of her stretched out anus.

Jodi smiled lazily and looked up. Mike was standing in the doorway, pale as a ghost, and looking completely aghast at her. The first words to fill her brain were, “Mike, it’s not what it looks like,” but it was what it looked like. Jodi just swallowed the sperm filling her mouth and collapsed on top of Tony. He rolled her over so that he could pull his deflated cock out of her.

“Damn fuck weed,” she heard Shawn say. “I’m still hard.” She felt his hands on her ankles, lifting her up and then his big perfect cock was in her again, fucking her hard enough her tits were shaking violently up and down. Jodi just stared at the ceiling, focusing on the big black cock fucking her pussy so good it wasn’t long until he had her cumming again and again.

**********

Mike had a mostly good morning. He won the golf match with his friends despite Eddie’s constant unprofessional taunting on the back nine when he realized he was going to lose. “Damn boys, you should see Jodi in yoga pants.”

Mike flushed as he teed up.

“She was really shaking that ass for me. You know I think Jodi could use a big cock for a change. A woman dressed like she was at the mall the other day is looking to get fucked by a real man.”

The others laughed uncomfortably. Eddie was usually inappropriate and often went too far. He made sexual comments about all their wives, but mostly Jodi. He had deep set eyes and stared a lot. His hair was greasy and usually uncombed. He also licked his lips constantly. Jodi was right about Eddie being a creep. His wife Diane had been a real stunner, but gained a lot of weight after her third child with Eddie. The guys didn’t understand how Eddie could have scored a babe like Diane until they’d used the locker room showers together and Eddie had strolled in last, a huge banana cock swinging back and forth between his thighs. He gave it a few tugs and the monster rose up to jut out from his matted pubes a good foot in length. They’d all stared in shock at it. “Any of you think your wives would like a go with a real man?” he asked, pointing it at them one by one. He aimed it at Mike last. “How about you Mikey? Big cocks really bring out the slut in redheads.” Mike just shook his head, but had trouble not staring at it. He hadn’t seen it’s like since until Shawn Wright had stood up in to hot tub. Life really wasn’t fair. The only good thing about Eddie’s twelve-inch cock was that it told him size wasn’t just a black thing. Some men were just gifted.

Despite Eddie’s teasing, he got a birdie on that hole and had one of his best scores ever by the end of the game. They always played for a little money and he was quite happy pocketing the extra cash.

He drove home still feeling slightly pleased with himself and hoping that Shawn would be gone, but suspecting that the black teen wouldn’t leave until his balls had been completely emptied.

He was right, he could hear them upstairs, going at it again. He stared dismayed at the carpet. There were multiple pools of gooey mess in front of the couch and his chair. Damn, that black kid sure came a lot, he thought. It looked like he’d blown two or three more of his big loads down here and they were upstairs fucking again.

“Fuck you, bitch,” he muttered. “I ain’t cleaning your mess up this time.” He sighed when his eyes fell on her sexy new lingerie on the floor by the couch. He hadn’t even gotten to see her in it. His brows furrowed, confused at the additional piles of clothing on the carpet which included a few more pair of men’s shoes. “What the fuck?” he asked, before heading to the stairs.

Mike stood in the doorway to his bedroom and stared at the backside of an obese black man. Rolls of fat bulged out on his back. Surprisingly, his ass was flat, but so fat, it sagged down to the back of his thighs. The fat dark ass cheeks were tensing up, his back was sweaty, and his hands were in front of him down by his crotch. Mike had the distinct impression the old fat man was jerking off.

The saggy butt cheeks shook, indented, and pulled back. The fat black man fell to his side landing on the top of Mike’s bed. His eyes locked with Jodi’s, semen running down her face. Towering above her ass was Shawn’s powerful torso. He was stroking his cock above her ass, long strands of his thick seed were shooting out from the head. Jodi smiled sadly at her husband before gulping down the load in her mouth. It was then that he noticed another black man beneath her. He rolled her off him.

Shawn cursed the fuck weed and before Mike’s brain had even processed the fact that his slightly racist conservative wife had just been fucking three black men, Shawn was holding her legs up and slapping his cock in and out of her trying to get himself off again.

Mike slowly turned and walked back downstairs. He grabbed himself a beer out of the fridge and sat down at the dining table, slowly sipping his drink. An hour later, the grotesquely fat black man slowly shuffled downstair. He was covered in sweat and breathing heavily, his huge black cock slapping back and forth from thigh to thigh. “Afternoon,” he said, casually, walking nude past Mike and grabbing one of Mike’s beers from the fridge. He pulled the tab and gulped it down. “Recycle?” he asked, holding the can up.

“Just leave it on the counter.”

The black man sat the can down and walked past Mike heading back to the living room. Mike stared at the fat ass not believing his wife capable of doing anything sexual with such a man. The stranger dressed himself and quietly left. More sexual noises echoed down the stairwell. They were still at it or at it again, it no longer mattered.

Mike drank another beer, the two naked black teens coming down a half hour latter. “Hey, Mr. Hayes. This is Antione Anderson,” said Shawn, walking past Mike and grabbing two beers, handing one to Tony.

“S’up,” said the lean muscular black teen, smirking at Mike as he sipped one of Mike’s beers.

Mike stared back. He’d heard that name a hundred times. The student that had grabbed Jodi’s ass in class. He’d never seen his wife more outraged about anything and here was the same kid, giving Mike a, yeah, that’s right, I just fucked your wife look.

The two men sat their half empty beers on the table by Mike and headed back upstairs. Soon more sexual noises had started. Mike finished his beer. He stood and checked the fridge. Shawn and Antione had taken his last two cans. Mike sighed. Fifteen minutes later, he was in the liquor store buying a case of beer. After that, it was dinner time and he was hungry so he stopped by a diner and sat down for dinner. His stomach was so upset, he barely touched his food. He managed to finish the soup and munched on the salad while his pork chops went cold.

When he returned, the men were gone or at least he thought so. The living room hadn’t been cleaned up. He went upstairs. The bed was a mess and covered in wet spots. Jodi was in the bathroom. He peeked in on her. She was soaking in the tub, sitting back, a wet facecloth over her eyes. She was clean, her body looked gorgeous. Her perfect tits were rising out of the water, nipples swollen and erect. She was humming slightly. “Jodi?” he asked, angry that she seemed so content.

Jodi sat up, the cloth falling off her face. “Mike?” She stared at him.

“Are you okay?” He watched her nod. “What happened?”

“I…” She blushed. “I smoked some more weed.”

“YOU DID WHAT?” He starred at her in shock, noticing her pupils were still dilated as much as they had been last night.

“He told me that if I did, we’d be even and he’d leave us alone.”

Mike relaxed slightly. “So we might be done with him?”

“I hope so,” she responded.

“You mean it?”

“Yes,” she said, nodding.

“We’ll talk in the morning.”

**********

Mike slept in their guest bedroom or tried to sleep. His mind was too active, running through the events of the last two weeks and always culminating in the nude form of the fat black man shuffling into the kitchen, his obscene cock swinging like a pendulum. Oddly, it was the image of the huge cock swinging back and forth that finally put him to sleep.

He jerked awake when a hand slapped over his mouth. Mike struggled against the intruder. Tiny powdery objects hit the back of his throat. “Sssh,” whispered Jodi in his ear. “Here, have a drink.” She grabbed his arm and guided his hand to a glass of water.

“Wh- what did you give me?” His mind raced through the various poisons. He pictured her all in black, pretending to cry over his coffin while the three black men consoled her. He knew he was being ridiculous, but the thoughts came nonetheless. He took the water and swallowed the dry pills stuck in his throat.

“Relax honey, it’s just some of your penis pills.”

“My penis pills?” He felt her hand on his stomach. He was sleeping in only his underwear and her hand slipped beneath the hem to fondle his penis.

“I’m so horny, Mike.” He watched her in the dim light climb into bed with him. “I need you.”

Mike grabbed her hand and pulled it out of his underwear. Images of the disgusting things he’d seen her do flooding his brain. “Jodi, I can’t. I need time to think.”

“And I need cock.” She leaned in and kissed his neck. “Go down on me and I’ll suck you off, baby,” she whispered.

Mike shivered, remembering the last time he’d gone down on her when her orgasm released Shawn’s trapped semen into his mouth. “No!”

“You don’t love me anymore,” she sobbed.

“I do. I just need time to get over this.”

“Can I at least sleep here?”

Mike hesitated, wondering if she really wanted his companionship or that their king-sized bed was too messy. “Okay.”

Jodi snuggled up to him and he wrapped his arm around her. She was nude, her big breasts pushed into his sides and he could feel her nipples were still hard as they pushed into him. She smelled good from her bath. “Thank you,” she whispered, placing her hand on his chest.

“Tell me what happened.”

Jodi told him and Mike felt a little better, blaming Shawn for tricking her into smoking his vile weed again and inviting his friends over. “I couldn’t help myself. I was… I am just so horny.”

“Jodi, I love you and I will try to get past this. Just promise me no more fuck weed.”

“Oh god Mike, I promise. The stuff is evil.”

“Good. You were right honey, I should have turned that brick of weed over to the police.”

“We both made mistakes, Mike. I want to work through this.” She leaned into him raising her lips to his. He flinched, seeing her face splattered with cum, it matted her hair, and ran down her chin. Her eyes were totally black. Mike turned his head away. “If you can’t kiss me, we can’t work through this.” Mike turned his head back to her. She brought her lips down on his, her cheeks bulging out from all the fat black man’s sperm she was holding in her mouth. It poured down into Mike’s mouth. Mike forced the images out of his brain and kissed her back. “There, that’s better,” she said. Jodi slid up some more and kissed him on the nose, then the forehead.

The dim light turned black as her large bosom blocked out the light from the window. Her nipple scraped against his lips just as Mike felt the heat in his cheeks as the penis pills kicked in. Jodi hefted her tit, moving it so that the nipple passed back and forth over his lips just like a mother did trying to get her baby to nurse. Mike couldn’t help himself and sucked her swollen nipple into his mouth, moaning as his arousal grew. God, she had great tits!

Jodi climbed on top of him as his prick stiffened. She reached between her legs and pulled his dick out, raising it as she pushed her pussy back onto the tip. If Mike had any second thoughts about having sex with her, they disappeared when she leaned over him and turned the light on. No man could resist a body like that, he thought as she sank down onto his shaft. Hell yeah they could get through this. Especially, if she kept this up. His heart filled with hope.

“Mmm, so horny, Mike.” She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of having his penis in her. “I love your dick, baby.” She started slowly working her hips over his cock. “Mmm, give me more.” She ground her pussy into his crotch. “Gimme more, Mike.”

Mike bucked up, thrusting his dick as deep as it would go. “Here it is, Jodi.”

“More.” Her brow furrowed. He could see the need written across her face. “I’m so horny, Mike. So empty. Fill me up, baby.”

“I’m all in, Jodi,” he groaned, bucking his hips faster, hoping his dick might go just a little bit deeper.

“It’s not enough,” she blurted.

Ironically, the light dinner and the three penis pills she’d slipped him had his dick as hard as it ever got. A couple weeks ago, he’d have been quite proud of it, and Jodi would have been at least content with it. Mike suddenly felt a desperate need to satisfy her. He reached out and squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples eliciting a moan from her.

“It’s not enough,” she hissed. “Not enough. Not enough.”

Mike moved one hand off her breast and down between her legs. He found her clit and started rubbing it furiously.

“Oh yes,” she moaned. She stopped riding him, pressing her clit down onto his finger as he diddled her. He kept bucking his hips so that his dick kept working a little inside her. “That’s it, baby. Gonna cum.” He worked his finger faster believing that getting her off would be some sort of victory. “Yes, Mike. Yes. YES!”

They came together which was amazing and the perfect outcome to any sex session. Mike thrust his prick up shooting his seed as deep as he could. Her pussy contracted all around his shaft, her own cum soaking his dick in it’s hot embrace flowing down his shaft and leaking onto his crotch. His body relaxed and sank into the bed. “That was amazing,” he moaned, smiling with satisfaction.

“The best,” she replied, convincingly, grinding her crotch into his still swollen shaft.

Mike stared at her, seeing only her beauty, no images of her body covered in another man’s semen flooded his mind this time. There was only Jodi. If he could still satisfy her they stood a chance. If he could make her cum like that at least once in a while, they were going to make it.

Jodi slipped up and off him, his wet dick falling towards his stomach. Jodi scooted back. “Look at all that cum,” she said, staring at his crotch. Mike was still smiling as he raised his head to look down. Jodi was grabbing his still rock hard dick up by the base and raising it up. Mike smile faded as he saw all the pudding thick semen covering his hard shaft, way more then he had just ejaculated. Just as his mind was registering that her orgasm had released more of the black men’s seed all over his dick, she was lowering her lips and sucking him into her mouth. She moaned hungrily even as his dick went soft.

“Mike, your cum tastes amazing,” she said, looking up at him.

**********

“You feeling okay, Mike?”

Mike jumped slightly and looked up from his desk at Erin. He gave her a sad smile. “Just didn’t get much sleep last night.” He’d spent the night mostly staring up at the ceiling. Jodi’s voice echoing in his head. “It’s not enough. It’s not enough.” Jodi for the most part, slept well, but had a lot of dreams. She moaned and groaned, moving her hips into the thrusts of imaginary lovers for most of the night, mumbling the words, “Fuck me” and “Big black cock,” letting him know she wasn’t having sex dreams about him. The pills were still in his system and he woke up to her stroking his erect penis. Jodi got on all fours and wiggled her butt at him. Mike got on his knees and entered her, giving her a few good thrusts before she asked him to put it in her ass. He did, surprised by how easily his dick pushed through her anus. He liked it and she seemed to enjoy it. Afterwards, he showered and dressed for work. She’d gone back to sleep.

“Everything okay?” she asked with genuine concern.

“Fine,” he replied, staring at her sadly. Erin in Mike’s opinion was wonderful. He adored her and they had become good friends. She was a lovely young woman with long wavy brown hair, big endearing hazel eyes, and an amazing figure. She kept a picture of her and her fiancé on her desk. They were on the beach and he was kneeling, holding the ring out. She was in a bikini and built like a porn star. Her breasts were probably a cup size smaller than Jodi’s, but looked huge on Erin’s trim figure.

She was ten years younger than Mike, but he’d always gotten the impression that if they’d both been single, they would have started dating. It might have been foolishness on his part. Erin had the type of personality that made any man she talk to feel like he was the center of her world and nearly all the men in the office had crushes on her. They would have been friends out of work, but Jodi was usually a little bitchy towards her. ”Not fine,” he added. “I’m having some marital issues.”

“Want to talk about it over lunch?”

They usually had lunch at least once a week. “Not today. I have some errands I need to run. Maybe tomorrow.”

“Sure, but if you change your mind, you know where my desk is.”

“Thanks Erin.”

Mike didn’t get much work down waiting for his lunch hour. When it finally arrived, he left his desk and headed for his car. He drove to the tattoo parlor where’d he’d purchased the bong just over a week ago. The store had an adult toy section and he glimpsed the packaged dildoes the last time he’d browsed the weed paraphernalia. Luckily, the store was empty. The tattoo artist was a burly biker with big arms covered in tattoos. He raised an eyebrow when Mike removed the twelve-inch black dildo off the peg board. “It’s a gag gift,” said Mike, cheeks flushing.

“Sure, buddy,” the artist replied, knowingly. “That’ll be $49.99.”

Mike paid the man and left vowing to never return to that store.

“How are you feeling?” he asked Jodi when he got home.

“Better,” she said. Jodi looked somewhat disheveled and frustrated. The dilation in her pupils was almost gone.

“Still aroused?”

She nodded.

“I thought this might help,” he said, removing the dildo from the brown paper bag.

“What’s that?” she asked, blushing. “I’m not that kind of woman, Mike,” she said, even as her eyes widened while staring at it. She was interested, he could tell. The damn thing even resembled Shawn’s big black cock, though the dildo was darker.

Mike was pleased to see, she’d cleaned the living room and she’d even cooked dinner. After dinner, she did the dishes. Jodi looked sexy as fuck walking around the kitchen barefoot wearing a halter he hadn’t seen and her sexy ass hugging yoga pants. If things returned to normal, he certainly wouldn’t mind her keeping with her sexy new look. They retired to the living room and watched a movie together.

“Mike?” she asked as the movie ended. “Think you’d be up for another night?”

Mike looked at his wife, she appeared somewhat desperate and hopeful. She knew he didn’t like using the pills two nights in a row, they messed with his sinuses to much, but she still had the need. “Should I open our new friend?”

Jodi blushed and broke eye contact. “If you want,” she mumbled.

That meant yes. Mike had to use a knife to cut into the hard plastic encasing the giant dildo. The dildo was their foreplay. He used it on her waiting for the pills to kick in. She had two good orgasms before his dick even turned erect. He looked disgusted at the slimy white semen coating the plastic dildo as he removed it after each orgasm. He ended up pushing it deep into her pussy and fucking her ass again until she came again. Despite her orgasms, she seemed disappointed in the dildo. It was only when her pussy was full of cum did her emptiness feel satisfied.

The next day, Mike came home from work to Jodi looking sexy as hell, still strutting around in her yoga pants and a halter. He caught her actually doing yoga, frozen in the cobra pose, eyes closed in meditation. The pose had her laying on her stomach, but rearing up so that her breasts were thrust out. He could have stared at her in that position for hours.

When Jodi did open her eyes, she smiled at him and jumped up, big tits jiggling freely under the halter as she bounced over and gave him a welcome home kiss. Her eyes were bright and green as she smiled at him. The fuck weed was out of her system. “Sorry, I didn’t make anything for dinner,” she said.

“Let’s go out then.”

“I’ll get a quick shower.”

Mike followed her upstairs. Jodi pulled her top off over her head, E-cups swinging freely and entered the bathroom wearing only the yoga pants. He waited for the shower to start before sneaking over to the dresser and opening the drawer where he’d hid the dildo. He’d put it in behind some socks and underwear, the head facing left. The head was now facing right. She’d used it that afternoon. He didn’t mind, that what it was there for. Mike pushed the drawer back in and headed back downstairs to wait on his wife.

Wednesday, Mike came home and was almost disappointed to see Jodi wasn’t wearing her yoga pants, but she looked absolutely lovely in a pull over summer dress. Her hair was tied back and she was wearing light makeup. Sandals covered her bare feet. She was cooking him a grilled cheese. “Going somewhere?” he asked.

Jodi looked at him solemnly. “Church,” she replied. “Since I missed the last two Sundays, I thought it best that I go to the midweek service.” She served him his grilled cheese with some potato chips. “I know you think it’s all nonsense, but I really need god’s strength and guidance right now.” She paused. “And his forgiveness.”

“Whatever works for you works for me, honey,” he replied, secretly delighted that she was going back to church. It was another sign that things were going back to normal. After she left, Mike went upstairs to change and check on the dildo.

It had been moved again.

Jodi returned home smiling and in a good mood. Her green eyes always sparkled with a fervent look after church. “How was church?” he asked.

“Exactly what I needed,” she replied. “With god’s strength, I’ll get through this.”

She snuggled up to him that night and he slept with his arm around her.

Thursday, Mike had one of his weekly lunches with Erin and she could see he was in a much better mood. “I’m glad your problems seemed to have worked out for the better,” she told him.

“Thanks,” said Mike. “You know what? I’ve got plenty of time saved up. I think I’ll take the rest of the day off and surprise the wife.” But it was Mike that got the surprise.

Mike pulled into his driveway and was whistling as he entered his house. Jodi was moaning loudly from the bedroom. The whistle died on his lips. At first, he thought she might be working out, but then she always did that in the living room. He began to climb the stairs. There was still the possibility that he was about to catch her masturbating with the dildo. She had used it every day.

The door to the bedroom was open and all his hopes and dreams came crashing down.

“Fuck me, Shawn. Fuck me with your big black cock.”

Jodi was beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist. Shawn’s ass was rising and falling rapidly as he slammed his massive cock in and out of her. “Here it comes, slut,” he grunted. “Gonna bust a nut in yo white pussy.”

“Yeah baby, I want it. Seed me. Seed me good.”

Shawn’s ass came down and stayed down. He grunted loudly like a rutting bull as he emptied his huge balls into Jodi’s womb. Jodi screamed loudly as she came hard around his spewing cock. They stayed entwined like that for nearly five mintues.

“Dayumn, I gotta piss.” Shawn disengaged himself and climbed off the bed. “Oh hey, Mr. Hayes,” he said, heading for the bathroom. His round dilated pupils made him look demonic as did the obscenely large cock still hard and bobbing in front of him.

“Mike!” she said in surprise, her head slowly turning to look at him. She was laying on her back, legs still spread open.

“Jodi, what happened? We were doing so well.” He watched as she slowly closed her legs and sat up. “You promised me no more fuck weed.”

Jodi stood, her legs a little shaky from the hard fucking. Shawn’s cum dripped from between her legs to splatter on their carpet. “I didn’t smoke any,” she swore looking up at him. Her pupils were normal, her irises bright and green. They shined with the same fervor he’d seen last night when she’d come home from church, but this fervor was a passionate zeal for something other than her faith. She looked like an addict that had just gotten her fix.

“What happened?”

“Shawn stopped by and before I knew it, we were upstairs. I couldn’t stop him.”

“Damn things to hard to piss,” interrupted Shawn bursting out of the bathroom. “Take care of it, Mrs. Hayes.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. Jodi immediately took his cock in her mouth and began sucking him. “That’s its Mrs. Hayes, don’t have to tell a natural cocksucker like you what to do.”

Mike looked at the giant black youth. “You can’t keep coming over here thinking you can fuck my wife, Shawn,” said Mike angrily.

Shawn looked over and down at Mike’s flushed face, threw his head back and laughed. “Don’t listen to the slut, Mikey. She called me. Told me she wanted to talk, but when I hopped yo fence, she was laying out in her bikini. A woman that invites you over and wears dat for you is lookin to fuck.”

“Seriously Jodi? You invited Shawn over and wore your red bikini for him?”, he asked, looking down at her. “Is this true?”

“Mmmmph! Guk!”

“It’s true,” said Shawn. “Except it was the other bikini. The one that barely covers her nips. She might as well have been nude. Probably will be next time.”

“Next time?” muttered Mike, staring down at his wife, who appeared to be choking on Shawn’s big black cock and loving every inch of it.

“Yeah, she got the itch now and she be needin the BBC to scratch it,” said Shawn. “Hurry up, I gotta piss like a race horse.” Jodi started bobbing her head faster.

There would be a next time and many times after that, Mike realized. He recalled her words the first night they’d smoked the marijuana. “Oh Mike, I don’t know about this. Isn’t it a gateway drug?” She asked, just before he’d handed her the joint that had changed their lives.

The fuck weed was a gateway drug, but not for harder drugs, it had led Jodi towards a different addiction.

Things were never going to be the same.

EPILOGUE        

“I’m Chelsey Stine.”

“And I’m Cordell Martyn. Tonight, we continue with our series about the dangers of the Ishtar strain of Marijuana. The so called, Sex weed.”

The news was 50% of the reason Mike watched the news and Chelsey Stine was the other half. Chelsey was the local golden girl. She was a blue-eyed blonde, former beauty queen that had rapidly risen from woman on the street, feel good reporter to news anchor. She was one of those people that everybody loved despite having a seemingly perfect life. She’d married her college boyfriend, a Ken to her Barbie, and they had two lovely tow-headed children, a boy and a girl. He’d looked at pictures of her from the Miss USA pageant online. She looked great in an evening gown and even better in a bikini. Her breasts appeared to be a large DD, but they fit her figure and she wasn’t top heavy like Jodi. Mike had seen more bikini pictures on her social media accounts. She wasn’t shy about sharing them. Chelsey was the stand out in a picture filled with six bikini clad beauties from a spring break trip to Mexico. There were more pictures of her in a bikini from her honeymoon, standing beside her equally handsome husband. Having two kids had only seemed to make her figure better. She was constantly being wooed by national networks, but so far refused all the offers because she didn’t want to uproot her family.

“The Ishtar strain was reportedly stolen from a research lab more than two years ago and has been blamed for the rise in arrests for indecent exposure, public lewdness, and disorderly conduct, not to mention the so-called church dinner orgy, and even the mayor being caught by this news organization coming out of a motel room with a female lobbyist.” Chelsey lifted the stack of papers in front of her and fanned herself a couple times.

The church dinner orgy wasn’t an actual orgy, but three couples including the Pastor and the married Sunday school teacher, snuck off and were caught having sex in various rooms of the church. It was discovered that someone unknown had brought Fuck weed laced brownies to the church dinner. The weed affected more than just those three couples, but most of the others were married and had the self-control to make it home before having sex.

“Of course, no marijuana was found in the mayor’s blood test,” added Cordell.

Cordell “The Penetrator” Martyn, former professional NFL Player with a reputation for being a brute for his hard tackles. He was a massive black man at 6’5” and 255lbs. He was very broad from his chest to his shoulders, and even his head seemed wide. Cordell had a beard, but no mustache and shaved his head bald. He had a large gap between his two front teeth that stood out when he talked. Cordell had started as the sport’s anchor, but moved up to co-anchor when the spot was vacated. Mike didn’t find him particularly knowledgeable off the cuff, but he was flawless with a teleprompter.

The focus went back on Chelsey and caught her sipping some water. Sweat was beading her forehead.

Mike reached over and shook Shawn. “Time for bed, buddy.”

“Already, Mr. Mike,” groaned Shawn Jr, stirring from his sleep.

“The Ishtar strain affects users differently, but all report becoming aroused with increased sexual desires and fantasies. Signs of female arousal include…” Chelsey paused, she was slightly flushed, having difficulty with the subject, but she was a professional and continued. “Fuller breasts, hardening of the nipples, increased breathing and heart rate, swelling in the…” She swallowed. “Clitoris and the inner lips of the vagina leading to increased sensitivity and stronger more frequent climaxes. In many cases dilation of the pupils has been noted.”

“Men report harder firmer erections including men with erectile dysfunction. While many of these side effects sound beneficial, sex weed has not been approved by the FDA, we repeat, sex weed has not been approved by the FDA. The increase in sexual desire and lowered inhibitions have resulted in multiple unfortunate incidents.”

Mike lifted Shawn Jr in his arms. The toddler wrapped his arms around Mike’s neck and buried his head in Mike’s shoulder. Mike carried him upstairs. Jodi had found out she was pregnant shortly after he realized the fuck weed had hooked her on big black cock for good. Shawn couldn’t get the full length of his cock inside her and she realized her cervix had closed up. She’d turned into a frustrated bitch the rest of her pregnancy.

Jodi screamed out in orgasm as Mike carried Shawn Jr past their bedroom. “Good night little man,” he told the boy.

“Night night, Mr. Mike.” Shawn yawned and just like that was back asleep.

Despite the fact that Mike was essentially raising him, big Shawn wouldn’t let his son call a white boy, father. Only Shawn was “Daddy” when he stopped over to fuck Jodi and see his son. Mike had grown quite fond of the little guy despite not being able to claim any parentage. Just looking at the boy reminded him that he was clearly Jodi and Shawn’s child. Mike thought the child was one of the ugliest kids he’d ever seen. He had lighter skin, but Shawn’s African features, broad lips and flat nose. He had curly African hair, but it was reddish-brown and the boys face had inherited Jodi’s freckles only many more so. Given the fact that his ears also stuck out, Mike found himself constantly thinking the boy looked like a brown Howdy Doody doll. For the record, Jodi disagreed, thinking her son was the handsomest boy in the world while Shawn never mentioned the kid’s looks.

Mike left the nursery and silently pushed the bedroom door open. Jodi’s latest favorite, Deyonte Leonard, was currently standing by the bed, holding Jodi upside down while he tongued her pussy and she sucked his cock. Deyonte was a big boy with an impressive cock that reached fourteen inches when he was on fuck weed. Neither Jodi nor Mike had seen anything like the black drug dealer’s big black cock. “Here to watch your wife with a real man, white boy?” asked Deyonte, looking up at Mike. The black teen’s chin was covered with his saliva and Jodi’s arousal. His black dilated eyes stared at Mike, while he reached his tongue down and licked it up Jodi’s slit.

“Not tonight,” said Mike. Though he did stay and watch a minute. He’d watched them fuck plenty of times, but had never seen them in this position. Eventually, Deyonte backed into the bed and sat down, falling on his back so that they were now in the sixty-nine position. He’d seen them do this before, filmed them even. Jodi had taken to having herself filmed with most of her bulls after secretly filming Deyonte with two white cheerleaders. Deyonte had shared one of the videos and the leak was going to cost Jodi her teaching job. The hearing was tomorrow and her union rep didn’t think it looked good.

Jodi had been very frustrated during her pregnancy. She wanted a full big black cock fucking, but she couldn’t take more than half a huge cock. Anal sex even became difficult the later her pregnancy went. She did let Mike have sex with her while she was pregnant. She even enjoyed the closeness and intimacy though he was “Not enough.” After Shawn Jr. was born she had Shawn come over the moment she felt healed enough to take his cock.

Pregnancy had been great to Jodi. She looked even better now then she had before her pregnancy. Her breasts didn’t get any bigger, but her nipples turned thicker and darkened. They were still a rosy pink but her areola no longer faded into her breasts making her pink round circles stand out more. She dieted and exercised throughout her pregnancy increasing her workouts after Shawn was born. Jodi did her yoga daily adding erotic dancing to her routine until she became quite good at it much to Shawn’s delight. In the end she was more fit and even sexier than before.

She never made her bulls wear condoms and luckily Mike convinced her to go on birth control before any of them got her pregnant again. She was so in love with Shawn Jr that she did want another child, but the thought of going that long without a full shafting convinced her to go on the pill.

She saw Shawn and Antione regularly at first. Wilson had a stroke soon after getting the fuck weed greenhouses up and running. Jodi went over to take care of him some days, laundry and some housework, but mostly to take care of his cock. The fuck weed helped the obese man, but he couldn’t talk anymore and Jodi told Mike that Wilson drooled all over her constantly. He passed away not long after his stroke.

Eventually Shawn and Antione didn’t come over as frequently and Jodi got frustrated. She began visiting the lower-class neighborhoods and some mostly black bars. She told Mike that some of these bars had white women like her, hooked on big black cock. The problem with this behavior was that the neighborhoods were dangerous and she often misjudged the men she thought would have the biggest dicks. Some nights were total disappointments with her letting black men with normal six-inch dicks pick her up. In those cases, she usually did blow the man, but rarely let anyone with a cock under eight inches near her pussy. On one night, she was on her knees in an alley sucking off three young black gangbangers and disappointed with all their average dicks when a pile of rags was thrown aside and a gray bearded old homeless black man screamed at her, holding up a truly huge cock. She sucked and the fucked the crazy homeless man’s giant dick with him screaming obscenities and sipping from a whiskey bottle the whole time. Afterwards, she found that the gangbangers had stolen her money and credit cards while she was fucking the homeless man.

Mike decided these visits were too dangerous and put a stop to her excursions. They discussed ideas for keeping her satisfied such as asking Shawn if he had any more hung friends or putting an ad in some adult personal websites. Salvation came when a teaching job opened up in the high school. She quickly became lovers with the black football coach and the black janitor. The janitor had some sort of learning disability and was a little slow, but he also had the outline of an impressively large cock under his overalls. He was easy, ready, willing and able to service Jodi anytime anywhere. He even liked making fuck tapes and having Mike film them. The coach was married and harder to pin down, but he was still a male and Jodi was hard to resist. Their encounters were fewer, but more intense and he only let Mike get his cock on film never his face.

Sometimes Jodi would wait for the coach in his darkened office and watch the team march in to the lockers, strip, and hit the showers. She was able to pick out a few hung seniors this way and made mental notes to seduce them.

One day she was horny and searching for the janitor to take care of her when she heard voices inside the school auditorium. She peeked in and watched as two white cheerleaders were trying to buy fuck weed off of Deyonte Leonard. One cheerleader was the queen bee of the squad and the other was her sidekick, but got better grades and had a good reputation. It was the good one that asked how could they be sure Deyonte wasn’t just selling them regular marijuana and he suggested they try a few hits. She was reluctant being on school grounds, but the squad captain thought it was a great idea. One joint later, the thug drug dealer was making out with both cheerleaders while they took turns stroking the biggest blackest cock Jodi had ever laid her eyes on. She wanted it immediately, but knew that the two cheerleaders needed it at that moment a lot more than her. She took out her phone and recorded the three-way sex that went on the next half-hour.

The next day Jodi called Deyonte Leonard into her class after school and showed him the tape, telling him that she could either get him suspended or show her his cock. His surprise only lasted a few seconds. Jodi was on her knees sucking it the moment he pulled it out. It was perfection.

Mike walked back downstairs and checked to see if it was past the drop off time. He glanced at the TV as he passed.

“The identity of the so called Budmaster remains a mystery,” said Chelsey. She was sweating and looked feverish. “Anyone with information on the Budmaster are urged to contact the police.” They cut to a long shot of both anchors and Mike watched as Chelsey to a sip from her coffee mug and a crewman ran up to check on her.

Mike stepped outside, walking past the hot tub and into his dark backyard. Shawn would not be easy to catch. He was smarter than Mike would have credited him with. Most of the dealers selling his weed didn’t even know his identity. They all went through Tony and Tony had already proved he wasn’t a rat if he got caught again.

Mike opened the flashlight ap on his phone and surveyed his yard. The black duffle bag was near where he’d first found the brick of fuck weed. Mike picked it up, feeling it’s weight, nice and heavy just like he liked. Mike carried the bag back inside, sat on the couch and unzipped it.

The bag nearly overflowed with rubber banded bundles of money. Some were bundled fifties, but most were twenties. Good, he thought, easier to spend. Mike may have lost Jodi to big black cocks, but becoming an investor in Shawn’s fuck weed business was making him rich. There was probably ten grand in the bag, more than last week, and there’d be even more next week. The biggest problem in his life was what to do with all the cash? The government got suspicious of large deposits so he’d bought the largest safe he could find, but it was full already. He was starting to think about renting a storage until to hold it all. He clearly remembered the moment the light bulb went off in his head.

“Gonna be rich, bitch,” said Shawn, a triumphant grin spread across his face. He brought the beer up to his lips and drained it. “Just need some funds.”.

Mike glanced over at his wife blitzed from her second hit of fuck weed and back at Shawn, still grinning and sitting in his hot tub like he owned it. “How much funds?” asked Mike and Shawn suddenly started paying attention to him.

The deal was for 10% of the profits which meant that Shawn had taken in 100k this week. Probably more, thought Mike. Shawn was most likely shorting him some. He’d already tried to buy him off, even threatened him, but Mike had taken precautions. First, he knew Shawn’s identity as the Budmaster and second the first time Shawn had showed up at their house and demanded the weed, Mike had ran upstairs to get the brick. The weed was a miracle drug. He loved getting strong erections again without taking a penis pill and even more, he loved the way Jodi behaved while on it. He couldn’t give this up and looking at it, he spied the numerous seeds. Mike decided to keep a few seeds for himself and grow his own bush. He’d told Shawn about the seeds the first time he threatened to stop paying Mike his 10% share. With the threat of his identity being exposed and losing his monopoly on fuck weed to another dealer, Shawn grudgingly kept the payments coming.

Jodi didn’t know about the deal and Mike wasn’t about to tell her in case he decided to cut her lose at some point in the future. She was really concerned about their financial stability with her about to lose her teaching job. Mike suggested a job more suited to a woman with her looks and figure, stripping. She was stunned he’d even suggested it. Somewhere in her mind, she was still a monogamous married church going wife and not the black cock loving addict she’d become. By now she had come to enjoy showing off her body and was an excellent dancer. When Mike told her that her income potential was greater than her teacher salary and how they could work it out that she stayed home with her son during the day while Mike watched him at night while she danced. Daycare was expensive. Not to mention she might meet some new bulls giving private dances.

Mike rifled through the bag, moving the money around until he found the bottle of CBD oil and a little bag of weed. The fuck weed oil was truly a miracle drug. Just a spoonful a day and he was getting erections like he was a teenager again. Better even, because his dick was always maxed out and his orgasms were twice as powerful. No more penis pills. No more stuffy nose.

“And how long is this humidity going to be this bad?” asked Chelsey Stine to the weather woman, fanning herself with the papers.

“Actually Chelsey, the humidity is rather low for this time of year,” the weather lady replied.

Mike thought about telling his friends Jodi would be stripping. She was indifferent to his friends, and openly disliked creepy Eddie. They didn’t even know she’d been pregnant. He told them, they had adopted. They all congratulated him except Eddie who had say something about offering his services as a virile real man if she wanted to actually get pregnant.

He wondered what the look on Jodi’s face would be when he and his friends came in to watch her dance nude. He knew he’d be the envy of all of them when they set their eyes on Jodi dancing up on stage. He could even plead their financial difficulties to convince them to tip her well and buy lap dances. Eddie wouldn’t be able to resist pulling his cock out during a private dance. He might be white, but Mike didn’t think Jodi would be able to resist Eddie’s giant cock, creepy or not. He was the type to want Mike watching his wife fucking a real man. Thinking about it was even making Mike’s dick get hard.

It was in Eddie’s nature to belittle Mike while he did things to Jodi that Mike never could. Mike was used to the humiliation by now. A lot of Jodi’s black lovers liked humiliating him and Mike had started getting off on it. When he didn’t feel like being humiliated, there was always Erin.

A dose of fuck weed cbd oil in her coffee during one of their lunches turned her into a sex maniac. They called out of work the rest of the day, claiming food poisoning and fucked like rabbits in a hotel the rest of the day. Apparently, Mike’s dick was an inch bigger than her newlywed husband’s prick and Erin was convinced Mike was a hung stud. He’d dosed her a few more times when he needed the ego boost and now he didn’t even need to use the CBD oil on her. She was hooked on him psychologically, seeing him as an amazing lover. Her nipples even hardened and her breathing quickened whenever she stepped into his office. There were even days, Mike left her feeling full of himself over how his big dick got her off three times and go home to jerk off while Deyonte told how worthless his little white boy dick was for fucking a woman while he fucked Jodi with his monster black cock.

“I’m fucked up in the head,” mumbled Mike.

He unscrewed the top on the CBD oil. He used it sparingly, but sometimes when he saved some up, her liked to use it as lubricant to jerk off. The oil acted like a testosterone rub swelling his dick even bigger and giving him more powerful orgasms.

He coated his hard prick with the oil, slowly gliding his hand up and down his shaft. He was in the mood for a good slow jerk off. Jodi was his favorite subject to watch, but he did have the video of Deyonte introducing the two cheerleaders to his big black cock and he’d jerked off to that many times.

He opened his eyes and was reaching for his phone to watch the video when his eyes fell on Chelsey Stine. The credits were tolling over the image of the two anchors. A couple producers were staring at her concerned. At some point, her glasses had become askew and she’d undone the top few buttons of her blouse. Beads of sweat dotted her chest and the exposed cleavage. Cordell stood up from the desk and Mike gasped at the size of the bulge underneath the man’s trousers. He rested his huge black hand on her shoulder and spoke a few words. For some reason, the camera zoomed in on her catching her eyes glued to the huge black man’s bulge. Mike could even make out the outline of a truly monster cock under Martyn’s trousers and more importantly Mike could clearly see how dialated Chelsey Stine’s pupils were as she stared at it. Mike snorted. The black man had spiked her drink with the CBD oil! Cordell Martyn helped her up and led the swooning woman off the set.

Sometimes imagination was better then video. Mike closed his eyes and pictured Cordell Martyn helping the married white Chelsey Stine into her dressing room before helping her out of her blouse. Mike jerked his cock off picturing the two together. Martyn would pull his cock out and Chelsey would have the same look of awe on her face that Jodi had on hers when Shawn Wright stood up in their hot tub and her eyes fell on his hard black cock for the first time. The beautiful Chelsey Stine’s perfect life was about to come crashing down all around her. Mike grinned jerking his dick faster. His mind pictured Chelsey riding Cordell’s huge cock and cumming all over his giant black shaft just as he felt his balls well up and…

Mike’s hard dick spat his seed towards the TV to land on his carpet. The oil he was jerking off his dick with coaxing out several more decent sized wads.

Upstairs, Jodi cried out so loudly from an orgasm, she woke Shawn Jr up.

And in the local Tv station, Mike’s fantasies about Chelsey Stine and Cordell Martyn were playing out in real life as the lovely news anchor found out for herself about the dangers of…

FUCK WEED

 

THE END