Mom Pounded Because Daughter is Grounded (Expanded)

  

Mom Gets Pounded Because Daughter Is Grounded (Expanded)

New Expanded Edition with illustrations copyright 2023 by Stormbringer

Expanded from the 2005 story of the same name

Note: All AI art was created by Stormbringer using several online sites with their limitations.

 

Megan’s eyes flew open as her alarm rang, her hips still rising into the imaginary thrusts of her dream lover. She reached out and hit the alarm with her right hand. Her left hand reached out for her husband, Frank, or more preciously where Frank’s penis should be. Her hand found only emptiness.

She sighed as her sleepy confusion faded as did the memories of her erotic dream. Frank was away and wouldn’t be back for another week leaving her lonely and horny. She couldn’t do anything about her loneliness, but her other problem was solvable.

Her right arm returned, patting the alarm clock before moving down and opening her nightstand’s drawer. Her hand reached in, closing around the shaft of her vibrator. She picked it up, feeling its weight, her fingers closing around the thin shaft and quickly dropping it back in the drawer. This wasn’t what she was looking for. Her hand reached back in the drawer searching for her larger toy. A lazy smile spread across her sleepy face as her fingers tightened around her secret playmate.

Frank knew about the little one, he’d even encouraged her to buy it. He watched her masturbate with it and he used it on her after making love if he failed to give her an orgasm which meant he always used it on her after sex. Sometimes, on special occasions, he used it on her before sex. He brought her to the brink before mounting her and finishing her off with his hard penis which managed to work half the time. On one such occasion, their fifteenth anniversary, they’d wonderfully cum together. The other half of the time, she’d finish herself off with the vibrator while he was in the bathroom cleaning up.

The pink vibrator was inserted up to 5¾” and matched Frank's length but was thicker as her husband’s penis was rather skinny. As long as there was life in the battery, it could go as long as needed. Frank had to strain to pace himself. She hadn’t told him about the bigger one, she wasn’t sure if his ego could handle it. Her secret toy was much thicker and had three more inches of penetration than the little one. The way it filled her increased the intensity of her orgasms, each additional inch increasing their strength by 50%. She’d quickly become hooked on it and knew it was partially responsible for her inability to cum with her husband, her pussy quickly stretching and adapting to the large vibrator.

Even though her husband couldn’t get her off, she would have traded both sex toys for him to be home right now to give her what she needed. The heat and pulse of a real penis ejaculating inside her, the flesh-on-flesh contact of their bodies pressing together, his lips pushing against hers or sucking one of her swollen nipples into his mouth as he flicked his tongue over the rough nub rising out of her puffy areola. Her nipples were so swollen they were almost painful. They’d become more sensitive and easily aroused since she’d been pregnant with her daughter and remained a source of embarrassment for her as they seemed to pop out at the most inopportune times.

Megan moaned in frustration, moving the vibrator between her legs. She flipped it on and slowly inserted it. She was soaked and ready for it. Her nipples remained swollen, aching with need. She always had a high sex drive and even now at 36, it was as high as it had ever been if not higher. She used the big vibrator every day when Frank was away on business which was three weeks out of every month. She wore out a lot of batteries.

Megan had a strong sex drive but it only got this bad once a month. Erotic dreams, stiff nipples, and a swollen clit all pointed to one thing: she was ovulating! This happened every month right between her cycles and left her in a hyper-aroused state for around three days and yet again, there was no husband to take care of her needs. Moreover, his timing had been so bad for several years now that for the week he was home, she was often on her period.

They weren’t trying to get pregnant. Their eighteen-year-old daughter, Michelle was enough and with the way she’d been behaving lately, she was glad they hadn’t had more children. One was enough. Frank agreed and had been snipped. She still craved his dick inside her, feeling his prick ejaculating inside her during this time was typically the most successful chance she had of cumming on his dick. It just never worked out that he was home when she needed him the most.

“Oh fuck,” she groaned, taking the vibrator to the hilt and turning it to the max. She’d be using this thing several times a day until her ovulation passed.

Megan’s pelvis bounced up and down on the bed, imagining she was getting fucked. She whimpered when she brought her hands up to squeeze her breasts, pinching her nipples almost violently. She moaned again, raising her body and pushing her pelvis down on the bed. She tried to push the shaking vibrator deeper almost wishing she’d bought an even bigger one to satisfy her in her time of need. But this one did its job. It did its job so well, that she cried out loudly as she came all over it. She collapsed back down on the bed; grateful Michelle’s room was on the other side of the house so that her daughter couldn’t hear her.

**********

Michelle's alarm rang. She raised her crotch to match Big Nig’s thrusts. Massive biceps held his muscular body above hers as Nigel slammed the massive black cock he’d named Big Nig, in and out of her wet pussy. She cried out in pleasure; grateful her mom’s room was on the other side of the house so she couldn’t hear her. Michelle reached around his broad chest, grabbing his shoulders. His dark dominating eyes stared into hers as she pulled herself up into him, lifting her pink lips to his flat dark lips.

The alarm sounded again and the giant black man slowly faded away.

Michelle collapsed onto the bed, whimpering in frustration that her dream, was not a reality.

She didn’t like black men. It wasn’t that she was racist, she just didn’t find them attractive and hadn’t given any of her black classmates the time of day. Her parents were a little racist, but she wasn’t. She just didn’t like black men or at least thought she didn’t. That was until she saw Nigel in his bathing suit.

The first time she saw him was during cheerleading practice. She was leading the squad through a routine when she noticed the football coach leading the huge black man out on the field. Seeing him made all the girls stop practicing. She thought he was the scariest, ugliest black man she’d ever seen and looked too old to be a high school student. He towered over the coach and her boyfriend, Darren, the quarterback. Darren was quite large, but the black man was significantly larger. They were trying to recruit him to the team. A man his size would make an outstanding offensive lineman, near unstoppable. Michelle thought the black man looked more like a street thug than a team player. She was right, he had no interest despite the coach practically begging him.

The black man, who she later found out his name was Nigel Jefferson, stopped and stared at her before leaving. His dark eyes met her green ones before sweeping down her body to check out her buxom figure in her cheerleading uniform. Michelle felt a tremble through her body as he smirked at her before turning and walking off the field. As he walked away, she realized her nipples were suddenly trying to poke through her bra and a dampness had appeared between her thighs.

She hoped she’d never see him again and for the most part, she didn’t. They didn’t have classes together. Nigel was mostly in remedial classes. She rarely saw him in the hall and apparently, he skipped school several days a week. They did have lunch period together, but Nigel sat at the other end of the cafeteria. At first, he sat alone at a table, but as the weeks passed, black male classmates began gathering around him.

Football season and her relationship with Darren came and left.  He immediately dated another cheerleader. Michelle got asked out a few times but turned them down. She was too pissed off at her mother and Darren that she wanted nothing to do with boys at the moment. She focused on schoolwork and swimming.

The school was one of the few in the county with an Olympic-sized pool. Michelle and her mom always loved the water, attending the public pool together and most of their vacations involved the beach and swimming. Michelle joined the swim team her sophomore year and was made team captain her senior year. She was at the public pool practicing when she saw Nigel again.

She couldn’t look away. She’d never seen so many muscles on a man and if the rumors were true, she knew where he’d gotten them. Word around the school was that he’d just been released from prison for selling drugs. He was arrested just before she arrived at high school. She’d overheard some teachers saying he hadn’t been that big when he got arrested. However, he must have spent most of his time in jail lifting weights. There was some sort of error in his arrest, a mistrial declared, and rumors of a lawsuit against the school. Now a 20-year-old giant black ex-con was going to school with her. Michelle was the second oldest student after him, turning 18 in her junior year. She’d been held back for a year due to their family’s constant moving for her father’s job. Finally, her mother convinced her dad that they needed to settle down in one place so Michelle could make friends and have a normal life.

Michelle felt that tremble move through her body again as Nigel stared at her. He gave her that same smirk and eye sweep of her body. This time she felt her nipples harden and poke out through her swimsuit at his gaze. She was grateful she wasn’t wearing the skimpy bikini she usually wore to the pool. However, her one-piece bared her stomach and was just as sexy. She tried to practice her laps, but every time she glanced at Nigel, he was staring at her. Truthfully, she couldn’t help staring at him as much as he stared at her. He was still ugly, but an aura of masculine dominance surrounded him. He had a presence. Her eyes swept his body, widening with disbelief when they fell on his crotch. The muscles on his arms and chest were nothing compared to the muscle bulging underneath his tight swim trunks. She pulled herself out of the water and sat on the pool's edge. She tried not to stare at that huge tubular bulge and wondered why her heart beat so fast.

That was when Nigel Jefferson approached her.

Michelle’s heart beat faster. His eyes locked on to hers, hypnotically freezing her in place. It worked for a few seconds before her flight from danger response kicked in. She broke eye contact, stood up, and hurried to the restroom. It was time to get out.

Michelle slipped into a stall pulling her suit down over her breasts and wiggling it down so she could sit on the toilet. She peed. Michelle stood and pulled her suit back up. She left the stall and washed her hands, holding them under the air dryer for a moment. All she had to do was retrieve her things from the lockers and head home. She opened her locker and took out her bag, briefly glancing at her phone inside to check for messages. Michelle turned and nearly slammed into the black brick wall that was Nigel Jefferson's chest.

“What’s the rush, white girl?” He grunted.

“Uh…” Michelle froze, her eyes staring at the sweaty black chest she’d just run into before slowly raising her head to stare the black giant in the face. “G-got to g-get h-home,” she stuttered, feeling like a fool and wondering what she was so afraid of. There was nobody around the restrooms and changing area at the moment. However, plenty of people were within hearing range if she screamed.

“We go to school together, right?”

“Uh, yeah,” she said. “Michelle, Michelle Mulvaney.”

“Double Ms.”

“Y-yeah, like the candy.”

“M&Ms melt in yo mouth,” he said, his arrogant smirk returning.

“W-what?”

“Chocolate or peanut?”

“Um, chocolate. I’m allergic to peanuts.”

“I knew you had a preference for chocolate from the moment I saw you.”

“W-what?”

“Nigel.”

“Uh, yeah, I know. Nigel Jefferson.”

“You been askin’ about me, white girl?”

“N-no. Hearing things about you.”

“About me and Mrs. Heathcock?”

“N-no,” she answered, her brows furrowed. Mrs. Heathcock was a remedial math teacher. She was close to fifty and slightly overweight, but pretty and she dressed professionally making herself look good. “Uh, other things?” she asked, not wanting to discuss prison.

“You mean Big Nig?” he chuckled. “That why you been starin’ at him?”

“Staring at who?” she asked, angry at the way this man was leaving her flabbergasted.

"Big Nig," he said as if she knew what he was talking about. “Everything you heard about him is true.”

“Who’s Big Nig?” she asked.

He grabbed her wrist, saying, "Dis is Big Nig, white girl.".

Michelle jumped and tried to pull back, but he was too strong. Nigel pulled her arm over to his swimsuit and placed her hand on the bulging monstrosity. She couldn’t help herself, she really couldn’t. When she felt the swollen tubular monstrosity beneath his suit, she had to squeeze it. She didn’t have a choice. “Jesus,” she gasped in disbelief.

“Probably didn’t have a dick half da size of Big Nig,” he grunted.

She squeezed it again. The shaft swelled in her hand. She wasn’t even cupping the entire penis like she could with Darren. She held only a small fraction of a rapidly hardening section of a much larger shaft. “It feels so big,” she said in awe.

Have you ever seen a big black cock before, white girl?”

“N-no, sir.”

“Of course not, just small white boy dicks. Well, ya wanna see it?”

She did want to see it. She really wanted to see it. “Could I?” she said, looking around to make sure no one was coming.

Nigel reached down and grabbed her wrist again, pulling her hand off his enormous bulge with as much effort as he had made pulling her hand to it. “Follow me,” he ordered. Nigel walked over to the men’s room and held the door for her. She entered looking around, not used to urinals. “Get in the stall.”

The restroom was clean, yet the men’s room still felt dirty. The stall was run down and there was graffiti on the wall mostly magic markers, but some were cuts from a blade. Luckily, the seat was down so she didn't need to touch it. She turned and sat on it, dropping her bag on the floor. Nigel followed her and closed the door behind him. His large presence dominated the stall making her feel tiny. His bulging bathing suit stared her in the face.

“Still want to see it?”

Michelle nodded without taking her eyes off the thing. “Yes,” she said again, her desire to see it had turned into a need to see it. Something told her she’d never see another penis like the one she was about to see.

“Ask, white girl.”

“May I see it?”

“See what?”

“Your thing.” She nodded towards his bulge. Why was he messing with her? He wanted to show it to her as much as she wanted to see it. “Your penis.”

“I ain’t got no penis. Yo white boyfriend gots a penis.”

“Darren and I broke up,” she interjected suddenly wishing Nigel Jefferson would be her new boyfriend yet knowing her mom wouldn’t let her date a black man.

“He couldn’t satisfy you, could he? That’s because yo body ain’t built for a penis. You’re built for a big black cock. Ask.”

“May I see your big black cock?”

“Yeah, white girl, you can see it.” Nigel grabbed the sides of his swimsuit and slid it down his hips.

Michelle stared at the lowering swimsuit. The black man’s curly dark pubes appeared and then she could see the root of his huge cock. She couldn’t help thinking that the thing was as big around as her wrist. More and more dark brown shaft appeared, her brows moving up in surprise at how big the thing must be. The part of Nigel’s dark cock that she could see was already past the length of Darren’s penis. There was even more of the swelling shaft lifting the rest of the swimsuit up impatiently waiting to be free.

Nigel slid his suit down his thighs. Bulging out around the shaft sides were two enormous hairy black testicles the size of small coconuts. She unconsciously leaned in as the flared ridge of the end of his cock finally appeared.

Big Nig reared up free, the heavy bulbous head striking Michelle in the chin with enough force that her face turned towards the graffiti-covered partition. Her eyes focused on a female stick figure with big circles drawn on it for her breasts. There were multiple dicks circling the woman all aimed at her, some ejaculating towards her. Different penises were drawn with different pens or markers suggesting many "artists" had added dicks to the image. Beneath the stick figure were the words:

Megan MILFvaney.

Briefly, Michelle was pleased to see her oppressive mother demeaned on the wall of a toilet stall. Just as briefly she felt guilty for feeling that way before her feelings turned to jealousy that even here, her mom was getting all the attention. But bigger things demanded her attention at the moment. She moved her head back and turned her eyes towards Nigel’s massive cock. “That,” she gasped in disbelief. “Is one… big… black… COCK!” It stuck out before her eyes, bobbing slightly like it was defying gravity.

“That,” added Nigel. “Is Big Nig. He enough chocolate for ya, white girl?”

“More chocolate than I’ve ever seen in my life,” she gasped. Big Nig was even the color of a Hershey’s chocolate bar.

“Well, since he done come out and all, seems ya might as well touch it. Find out what a real man’s cock feels like. Ya know what I’m sayin’ white girl? I thinks ya wants to.”

Michelle’s hand was already raised towards the giant black cock. She brought it closer and wrapped her fingers around the shaft. She grabbed it closer to the base with her other hand. “Holy crap! It’s so big, Nigel!” It wasn’t just the size. Big Nig was magnificent. It was the most perfect specimen of a penis she’d ever seen. Well, it was only the second she’d seen. However, there was no comparison to Darren’s skinny white penis with its grape-sized head and Nigel’s dark brown cock. It made sense to call them two different names for they were two different things. His glans was a big bulbous knob with a proud flare. Several blue-black veins ran the length of the shaft. “Fuck Nigel, it’s a foot long.”

“And then some. Depends on how you measure him.” Nigel grunted as Big Nig suddenly shot out a small geyser of fluid causing Michelle to rear back as it spat at her. “That means Big Nig likes you, white girl. He likes you a lot. Do you like him?”

“Yeah, Nigel. I like him.”

“Then you better treat him nice.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ya gotta get him off, gurl.”

“What?”

“Make him cum.”

Michelle stared down at her fingers. Her two hands only covered half the long shaft, which wasn’t counting the head. She slid her hands up and down the shaft. She’d jerked Darren off before. Her fingers easily closed around his thin shaft and only the small tip stuck out of her fist. That hadn’t even been stroking, just pulling on it rapidly until he squirted, like milking a cow.

Thinking about her boyfriend’s dick made the image of the last time she’d seen it pop into her brain. He was standing in her parent's bedroom, pants around his ankles, rapidly jerking off his small prick. He was staring out the window, looking down at her mother sunbathing in her tiny bikini. He’d turned when she gasped and saw him holding her mom’s panties to his nose. He’d been close when she interrupted him. As he turned, his small penis spat out a few drops of semen on the carpet. She had wiped up the runny mess after throwing him out.

She’d been devastated for a week after that, but she didn't know why. Darren was a jerk. He always pushed her. He pushed her to text him nude pictures of herself. She sent him a photo of her in a bikini, but no nudes. Darren wasn’t the type to keep a nude picture of her private and she knew it. He had sent her a dick picture that she still had. She’d even masturbated to it. He pushed her to give him a hand job which she had. He pushed her to give him a blow job which she also had done for him, once, but never again. He’d promised to warn her, but grabbed her head, and held her still while he came in her mouth. She’d spit out his nasty-tasting seed and he’d laughed about it. Afterward, he bragged to his friends about what a good cocksucker she was which led to their first big fight. He pushed her for sex which she refused to do leading to their second big fight. She’d been close to giving in when she’d caught him sniffing her mom’s panties. Strange that Darren was so proud of his skinny small penis which was so pathetic compared to Big Nig. Nigel had every right to be… cocky.

Michelle looked down at her dainty white hands stroking Nigel’s huge black cock. It was too dry. Her left hand left the shaft. She never took her eyes off Big Nig while her hand fumbled around in her bag, finding her phone, hairbrush, and purse before closing around the bottle of tanning oil. She pulled it out, flipping the lid open with her thumb. She turned the bottle upside down and squirted the oil over Nigel’s 12” cock. The hand still stroking it instantly glided more smoothly along the shaft.

“Dats better,” he grunted.

She went back to jerking him with both hands, twisting them around, trying to please him. Beneath the huge cock hung a pair of testicles sized to go along with a foot-long cock. They were dark black, wrinkled, and hairy. The one on his left hung lower, but the one on his right was a good deal larger. She removed one hand from his shaft long enough to heft one of Nigel’s big balls, feeling each one’s weight in her palm.

Michelle returned her hand to his shaft and let her eyes roam up Nigel’s imposing body. His stomach was ripped with flawless abs leading up to a broad muscular chest. Nigel Jefferson would have been at home in a bodybuilding competition or gracing the cover of a muscle and fitness magazine.

“Aren’t you close?” she asked, her arms tiring.

“Not this soon,” he said. “Try talking to him.”

“What?”

“Big Nig likes compliments, white girl.”

“Your cock is so big! I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“You’re lucky I’m letting you jerk it off.”

“I’m lucky?” she stuttered indignantly. The most popular girl in school was in a dirty bathroom stall giving a black drug dealing ex-con a hand job and she was lucky?

“Thank me.”

“I…” Michelle stared at the coronal ridge and down the thick shaft to the large patch of curly black pubes on Nigel’s crotch. Fuck, she was lucky. “Thank you for showing me your big black cock, Nigel,” she said sincerely. “And thank you for letting me jerk you off, Big Nig.” Big Nig responded by spitting out another geyser of precum.

“You privileged, white girl. I bet that white boy you was dating ain’t got nothing compared to Big Nig.”

“Darren! Fuck no, Nigel. You’re twice as big, bigger. His penis is pathetic.”

“Give Big Nig a kiss, white girl.”

“No, I can’t…” Why not? She asked herself. The head wasn’t far from her lips. She sat up and leaned forward, planting her lips on the tip of Nigel’s cock. It immediately squirted again wetting her lips, but she didn’t care, nor did she remove her mouth from the tip. She parted her lips, stretched her mouth open, and began sucking the end of Nigel’s black cock, her eyes staring up Nigel’s hard body and meeting his dark cruel eyes.

“Now we talking,” grunted Nigel. “Suck that black cock, white girl.”

Michelle bobbed her mouth over the head while jerking off the shaft with both hands. She wondered how this escalated so quickly. All she wanted was to see it. Now she was sucking the end of a foot-long black cock while jerking off the shaft with both hands. Her only regret was that the head of his cock tasted like the tanning oil and not the man. She glanced sideways at the stick figure of her mom staring at her, judging her.

“Ya, keep this up white girl and ya gonna get blacked. No more white dicks for you. You gonna be black only.”

Michelle groaned around the head of his cock. His crass way of talking was only turning her on more. Her pussy was soaked and her nipples were hard little rockets poking out through her swimsuit. She pulled her mouth off his cock, “Just don’t cum in my mouth.”

“You’ll know when he’s close, but I’m gonna cum down your throat.” Nigel stared arrogantly down at her. “If you don’t like it, you can quit now and get your white ass out of here. I got plenty of bitches I can call willing to swallow Big Nig’s nut.”

Michelle stared up at him in surprise for a moment. Her hands still glided up and down his shaft. She kept eye contact as she leaned forward and kissed Big Nig again before opening her mouth wide around the head. She went back to sucking the tip of his cock. In more ways than one, Nigel was more of a real man than Darren. Darren had lied to her about cumming in her mouth. Nigel just flat out told her he was going to do it, and if she didn’t like it she could leave. It made her respect him more than her ex-boyfriend.

“Aren’t you close?” she asked, after sucking him for ten minutes. Her arms were tired and her jaw was sore from holding it open.

“This will help,” he said, bending down, grabbing her swimsuit shoulder straps, and pulling them down. She left his cock bobbing long enough to wiggle her suit down under her breasts. She sighed when her aching nipples stopped rubbing against her bathing suit. Nigel's expression pleased her. He stared at her tits with as much surprise as she had after seeing his cock for the first time. “Damn gurl, thems some big white titties.”

“Thank you,” she replied. Now it was her turn to smirk at him as she leaned forward and went back to work on his cock.

Another five minutes passed and she noticed his cock swelled and hardened even more. He was close. She almost wanted to gag remembering the horrible taste of Darren’s seed on her tongue. Judging by Nigel’s oversized balls, there would be a lot more of the nasty stuff.

The next five minutes passed quickly. Nigel was groaning now. His cock had grown so large that it was closer to thirteen inches. This was it! She began to pull her mouth off the head of his cock. However, just as the crown slid under her upper lip, Big Nig jerked violently. Her mouth filled with semen so quickly, her cheeks bulged out and the viscous white fluid poured down her chin.

She reared back in horror involuntarily gulping, his cock jerking again, his hot seed splattering all over her face and bare breasts. She aimed his cock away from her face, another blast splattering against the partition between the stalls. Just as it was spraying another wad against the wall, her brain registered that his hot seed hadn’t tasted repulsive at all. It tasted pleasant and suddenly she wanted more. She pulled his cock back towards her mouth. It spit out another strand of cum that hit her neck and chest before she could clamp her lips back around the head.

No more explosions of semen filled her mouth, but his cock kept ejaculating long strands of his delicious seed into her mouth. This made it easier to swallow and taste him. Her hands jerked his shaft, milking it for as much cum as she could get and not stopping until she’d drained his balls. Michelle pulled her head back thoroughly satisfied with her meal, her tongue lapping up one last pearl of cum from the tip of Big Nig.

“Wow,” she said, releasing his cock and sitting back. Big Nig bobbed in front of him, still rock hard.

“You look good with my nut on you, white girl,” he said. Michelle blushed. Nigel bent down and grabbed his swimsuit. Big Nig had finally gone limp, but was still over a foot long. Nigel’s face was close to hers. He leaned in and kissed her, not caring that his cum was still on her face or that his cock had just been in her mouth. Michelle kissed him back, letting their tongues dance before he stood up and shoved Big Nig back into his swimsuit. “Meet me outside,” he said before turning and leaving.

Michelle pulled some toilet paper down and wiped her face. She left the semen on her chest and tits and pulled her swimsuit back up over it. There was some cum visible on her chest, so she wiped that up too.

Michelle grabbed her bag and stood. The stall wall had several substantial splatters of semen on it. Some of it was clear, but most were white with large chunks of cum slowly sliding down the wall. As she stared, one large chunk of semen slowly engulfed the stick figure of her mom.

**********

Outside, the pool had gotten more crowded. That’s why she always came early to practice her laps even if it was colder. Nigel was standing near the entrance gate, a towel over his shoulders and sunglasses on. His feet were in sliders. He looked at his phone. “Big Nig wants to play with you more, white girl,” he said. Michelle nodded in agreement. “Gimme yo digits.”

That night while lying in bed her mind mulling over and over the events of the day, Nigel sent her a dick pick of Big Nig erect with the words, “Miss me?”

Michelle became completely obsessed with it. She was eager to see it in the flesh again. She wanted to jerk it off again. She wanted it in her mouth, to learn to take him deep down her throat, and she wanted to taste his seed again. Slowly, her pussy began craving it too.

Michelle fingered herself until she had an orgasm while staring at that dick pic and remembering the events of the day.

Now, a week later, she’d woke up hornier than ever and was fingering herself again. She got close to an orgasm but had to grab her phone and bring up the picture of Big Nig before she could cum.

**********

Megan was making bacon and eggs when Michelle came downstairs for school. “You’re wearing that?” asked Megan.

“What’s wrong with this outfit?” asked Michelle. “I look hot.”

“You look like a slut,” Megan stared at her daughter. She was wearing tight jeans with rips and tears and a sleeveless halter that bared her belly. They hadn’t let teens wear clothes like that back when she was in high school. "Where did you learn to dress like that anyway?”

“I learned it from you, Mom,” said Michelle in disbelief. “Your boobs are falling out of that dress

“Our boobs are Granny Tvillingberg’s fault. You’re not far behind and you’ll catch up when you have your first child, Maybe even pass me.” Megan flushed slightly. “Besides, I’m an adult.”

“Then I won't have kids and I’m legally an adult. I can wear what I want,” said Megan, sitting and absentmindedly eating from her plate while tapping on her phone.

“You’re still a high school student.”

“Can I go out with Nigel tonight?” asked Michelle, changing the subject.

“You’re not hanging out with anyone until you get your grades back up.”

“Ohmygod! When did you turn into such a bitch?”

Megan was taken aback. “About the same time, you did,” she said softly.

“I gotta go.”

“Michelle, what happened to us? We always had such fun together.” Megan’s relationship with her daughter kept the loneliness of an absent husband at bay. They’d vacationed together. Megan had given her swimming lessons. They’d been as close as a mother and daughter can be. “I miss spending time with you. We make a great team. We raised the most money for the cheerleading squad at the bikini carwash.”

“Ohmygod, you’re unbelievable,” said Michelle. “What happened to us? You happened. I wanted to do the carwash with my friends, not my mom. And we raised the most money because all the boys came to look at you.” Michelle stormed out of the house and headed for the garage.

Megan followed. “Michelle, I’m sorry. You should have said something.”

“Why? You don’t listen to me.”

“How can I make this better?”

That stopped Michelle. “Let me go out with Nigel tonight.”

“Okay.”

“Really?” asked Michelle. She’d already decided she wanted to try to deep-throat Big Nig tonight.

“Yes. But I have to meet him.”

Michelle’s joyful expression fell immediately. “I don’t want you to meet him.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because you won’t like him and you steal all my boyfriends.”

"What are you talking about? I don’t steal your boyfriends. Your father is the only man I’ve ever even kissed. You’ve had boys sniffing around you for years.”

“They come to see you. There’s a fucking caricature of you on the wall of the men’s room at the pool.”

“Language young lady! Well, I hope you covered it up.”

Michelle pictured Nigel’s white semen slowly engulfing the image of her mother. “Yeah, I covered it up. Actually, Nigel covered it up for me.”

“Well, he doesn’t sound all that bad. Let me meet him and you can hang out with him. I’ll wear something conservative and if that’s not good enough, we can wait until your father gets home and he can meet Nigel. Your father loved Darren and I’m sure he’ll like Nigel. Whatever happened to you and Darren anyway?”

Michelle got in her car and looked at her mother coldly. “I caught him jerking off in your bedroom and sniffing your panties while staring out the window at you in one of your mini bikinis.”

Megan was bent over Michelle's convertible. She reared up. “What?”

“You heard me. Now, get out of the way.” Michelle pressed the gas and drove out of the garage.

Megan stared off into space, her mouth hanging open in shock. She remembered the fight, the breakup. It had been the first warm day and she’d been lying out in one of her small string bikinis trying to get some sun. She’d been half asleep but woke up to Michelle’s yelling and Darren storming out of the house. Michelle had never told her why they broke up, but that was about the time her attitude and anger developed toward her mom.

Megan headed back into the house to clean up breakfast.

Funny, but she couldn't help wondering what panties Darren had been sniffing.

**********

Megan grabbed her keys and purse from the nightstand beside her bed. Her eyes fell on the drawer holding her dildos. She still had the need between her legs, but it had been sated by her orgasm a few hours earlier or at least temporarily sated. She hated this time of the month almost as much as she hated the other time of the month. The woman hesitated, considering another session, her hands moving down to the hem of her dress. Easy enough to pull it off over her head. When I get back, she thought.

Megan didn’t like her growing dependence on the dildo. She’d always had a high sex drive, higher than Frank’s and she was always up for a tussle in bed if Frank was equally “up” for it. She was also at her sexual peak and with Frank away so much, a dildo was a necessity. A lot of it was also stress relief from dealing with a teenage daughter. Between her ovulation horniness and needing to relieve some stress after her fight with Michelle she was ready for another round with her dildo and probably another just before Michelle got home from school and yet another just before bed to help her sleep that night. There was no such thing as too many orgasms.

But not right now.

She'd wait until after the supermarket and have another session after her afternoon workout. Exercising got her blood flowing in more ways than one.

She paused in front of the mirror. Michelle was right, her tits were practically falling out of her dress. More than half of her breast flesh was exposed. It was too hot to wear a lot, but it wouldn’t hurt to cover up a bit more, especially when Michelle had boys over. It was all her Swedish Mormor’s fault. All the Tvilligberg women had substantial breasts. The surname even meant “twin mountains.”

She didn’t even hate them. She liked the attention they brought to her. She’d been the most popular girl at school when she was her daughter’s age. Men bent over backward to help her with anything she needed. The dress she was wearing now saved her from a speeding ticket. It wasn’t just her tits either. Since firm well-rounded rear ends became the thing, she worked to make her ass stand out. Her legs were fit and lean, her belly flat, and she even had cute feet on display in flip-flops. And if she’d been a flat-chested twig, men would still have stared at her as she was breathtakingly beautiful.

But so was Michelle?

Don’t be jealous honey, she thought. There will come I time when I’m jealous of your youthful looks.

Megan left to do her morning shopping. Her mind was so focused on her fight with Michelle, that she barely noticed the produce man checking her out. However, she flashed him a grateful smile when he offered to get her some ripe bananas from the back.

Back home, she put away the groceries and pulled her dress over her head as she climbed the stairs. Just the thought of masturbating was putting her in a better mood and her nipples were sticking out as she entered the bedroom.

Megan lay on the bed naked and placed both dildos beside her. She started with the small vibrator letting it shake against her labia until she was wet enough to take it. "Surprise!" yelled Frank, stepping into the room. “Whoops, caught me, baby,” she purred. “Come fuck me.”

“Sure thing, babe,” said her husband slowly fading from her mind as she moaned.

Frank turned younger, morphing into… Darren! “Yes,” she cried out loud. Had he really masturbated while staring at her while sunbathing? “Why jerk off, when you can have me, Darren,” she mumbled. “I’d sure love to fuck you, Mrs. Mulvaney,” said Darren, pulling his football uniform pants down, a big hardening penis springing up. “Then fuck me, Darren,” she told him, switching dildos, needing the bigger one to match the fantasy cock sticking out between Darren’s legs.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she mumbled, cumming hard around the large vibrator as she pictured her daughter’s ex-boyfriend on top of her.

Afterward, she felt guilty, but it had been an enjoyable orgasm and her needy pussy had received satisfaction.

Her exercise outfit was as sexy as anything she wore. The leggings hugged her firm legs and bubble butt cheeks. Her belly was exposed and the tight sports bra wasn’t enough to stop her tits from bouncing while she jogged. More than one male driver had been distracted enough by her to slam his brakes, but she hadn’t caused any accidents so far.

She ran forty minutes to the gym. Her hour workout at the gym was where she really worked up a sweat. She did some weight training, exercise bikes, and circuit training. She had a protein shake for lunch. Then it was a forty-minute run back home, uphill and more strenuous. Once home, she rolled out her yoga mat and spent a half hour in the yard working through her forms. She also spent another half hour sitting cross-legged and meditating.

Megan controlled her breathing and meditation. She focused, removing all her concerns from her head, especially about Michelle as well as her loneliness. Today, her ovulation and horniness interfered with her ability to focus. Her brain kept drifting back to her earlier fantasy about Darren.

By the time her meditation session was done, she was more than ready to strip off her workout clothes and have her third session with her large dildo while fantasizing about Darren again. She skipped the smaller one entirely.

**********

Megan needed to water her garden, but first, she called a friend of hers in the PTA. The “friend” didn’t care for her too much. During the cheerleading fundraiser, her husband drove through Megan and Michelle’s car wash line instead of his daughters. Plus, he’d been drunk at a Christmas party and tried to kiss Megan under the mistletoe. Still, she answered the phone.

“Hi Claire,” she said into her phone. “I was wondering if you could help me with something?” She strolled over to the hose while talking and turned the water on. “Michelle’s become infatuated with some boy named Nigel… What’s wrong? Prison! Selling drugs!” Megan listened in horror that this was the sort of boy her little angel was infatuated with. “What’s a 20-year-old doing in high school? What do you mean he fucked Mrs. Heathcock? Oh my god! T-thanks for your help.”

Megan watered her garden in total disbelief at what she’d just heard. Despite all the information Claire had given her, Megan still felt like Claire had held back something. Megan knew one thing for certain, Nigel Jefferson was bad news and there was no way she would allow Michelle to date someone like that.

**********

Michelle came home and headed straight to her room, only coming down for dinner. The women always ate a light dinner to keep their calorie intake low. Tonight, Megan made a salad with chicken strips. Michelle ate quietly staring at and tapping into her phone the entire time.

"Compromise," Megan said, breaking the silence. Her daughter looked up. “You can go out with friends on weekends and dates. Just not with this Nigel character.”

Michelle’s face fell. “You can’t keep us apart, Mom. We’re in love.”

“No, you’re not. It’s just a schoolgirl crush. I checked up on Nigel and…”

“YOU WHAT?”

“I did and…”

“You have no right.”

“I have every right. Sometimes a mother has to protect her daughter from her own stupidity. Nigel sounds like a bad dude.”

“You only hate him because he’s…” Michelle trailed off.

“Because he’s what?” she asked. “Because he’s a twenty-year-old high school student. Because he is..."

“He’s two years older than me. Dad is nine years older than you.”

“It’s not the age difference. No twenty-year-old should be in high school and apparently, that’s the case because he spent time in prison for drug dealing. What kind of drugs? Do you know?”

“Ecstasy. A little pot.”

“Does he still deal?”

Michelle waited too long for Megan to believe her. “No, he’s trying to straighten up.” She looked up. “He needs me.”

“The answer is no, young lady.”

Michelle looked like she was about to blow up, but held back. “I’m going to my room.”

“Sure, but leave the phone.”

“What?”

“Leave the phone on the table. You can take it to school, but when you’re home it stays here. You should be studying and not spending time on social media or texting your friends.”

Michelle slid her phone over. “You can’t control me forever,” she said quietly before standing up and heading upstairs.

Megan sighed. She wasn’t a control freak, but Michelle’s words still hurt. They had a happy relationship until her breakup with Darren when she seemed to have begun to resent her. Maybe a weekend getaway to the beach would help fix things up?

Megan stood and gathered the dishes, rinsing them and placing them in the dishwasher. She turned off the lights downstairs. She clutched her right side as she climbed the stairs. There was a dull ache in her right ovary, another sign she was ovulating. Her arousal was growing again. She missed Frank and wished he’d come home early and surprise her so they could make love. As her horniness grew, she appreciated her vibrators. It looked like she’d be having another session after her bath.

Megan pulled her dress off over her head as she entered her room. She stripped off her underwear and pulled her white robe on. She headed into the bathroom and turned the tub on, adding some bath salts and a lavender ball. She even poured a bubble bath into the water. Her nightly bathing ritual was one of her favorite parts of the day.

Tonight though, she felt something missing. After all her recent stress with Michelle, a glass of wine sounded like a good idea.

**********

Michelle slipped out of her room and down the hall to make sure the bath was running. She quickly and quietly slipped downstairs, her stockings not making a sound on the stairs or carpet. She grabbed her phone off the table and called Nigel. Her pussy began lubricating the second she heard him say, “Sup, white girl.”

Michelle hadn’t seen him since last week at the pool. He skipped school a lot. They’d texted daily, but he’d told her not to call until she was ready to get blacked. He demanded a nude selfie. It took her a day to work up the courage, but she’d done it and sent him one under the promise that he would keep it to himself. He’d responded with a video of his hand jerking off Big Nig until it exploded. The video drove her insane with lust for his big black cock again.

The day after she’d sent him the selfie, she’d glanced over at his cafeteria table hoping he’d come to school that day. The posse that had started gathering around Nigel, were all staring back at her, some smirking, some licking their lips making her suspicious he’d shared her picture, that all those black men had seen her nude. Her nipples popped out under their gaze and she felt a growing dampness between her thighs, wondering how big their cocks were and if they’d jerked off to her image.

She texted Nigel and he flat-out told her that a sexy body like hers needed to be shown off. Michelle had been horrified, but at the same time so aroused, she’d masturbated before falling asleep. That night she dreamed she was naked laying on the cafeteria table being serviced by six black men with huge cocks as large as Big Nig and when she woke from her dream, she was so horny, she masturbated again. She was primed and ready.

“Yes, I’m ready to get blacked. No, I’m grounded. Please? I need to see it… you again. You have my address, climb the oak tree and I’ll let you into my room. We can’t fuck, but I want to suck Big Nig again and see how much I can take. Nigel, please? Just let me suck you. No don’t hang up. Okay. Okay. We can fuck if we’re quiet… Oh shit! MOM!”

Michelle stared in horror as her furious mom marched over and snatched the phone out of her hand.

“Listen up, Nigel. You come anywhere near my daughter and I’ll have you locked up again. Do you understand? Do you… Nigel?”

There was only a dial tone.

“Mom, how could you? I love him.”

“For the love of God, Michelle. You’re not stupid. I thought I raised you better than this. Go to your room. You are grounded until your father gets home and I can discuss this with him.

“When did you become such a bitch,” she screamed. “I hate you.” Michelle turned and fled up the stairs, tears streaking down her face.

Michelle’s one saving grace was that if her mom was sending her to her room, she hadn’t heard the part of the conversation that Nigel was coming over. There was no way she wasn’t going to fuck him now and she’d do it right under the bitch’s nose.

**********

Megan was heartbroken. Even in her early teenage years, Michelle had never told her she hated her. “Dammit Frank, come home.”

Megan entered the kitchen, this time hiding Michelle’s phone in the cupboard and adding her car keys for good measure. She grabbed a wine glass and a bottle from the fridge. She didn’t like drinking a lot. She enjoyed it but worried the loneliness and boredom might drive her to drink more than was good for her. Tonight, she was going to make an exception and take the bottle upstairs with her.

She got to the tub just in time to stop it from overflowing and had to drain it a little before she could get in it. She added some more bath salts.

Megan opened her robe and let it drop to the floor, examining her nude body in the mirror as was her nightly habit. No one would have believed she was the mother of an eighteen-year-old. She looked ten years younger and Michelle’s over-developed figure made her look older so people usually assumed they were sisters.

She hadn’t yet found a gray strand in her long straight brownish-blonde hair. Her lips were big and full and her eyes were a bright piercing green, now red from crying. The only sign that she was older than she looked was the appearance of some crow’s feet beside her eyes when she smiled.

She was a little over six feet tall and several inches taller than Frank. She wasn’t allowed to wear heels when she went out with him. Her tits were still proud and firm with puffy rose-colored nipples seeming to defy gravity, but she was starting to feel their weight in her lower back. Her hair, height, and bosom were all part of her Swedish heritage.

“Looking good,” she mumbled, admiring her firm body and flat tummy. She turned to check out the flare of her firm rear end. Her daily workouts and yoga paid off. As Michelle had gotten older, she’d considered a job to alleviate the boredom, but she would have had to give up some of her workouts and wouldn’t have looked so amazing.

Megan sighed as she slid into the tub moving slowly so her body could get used to the heat. She sank in, sighing again as she laid back to relax, her hand reaching out for her glass of wine. She took another sip, closed her eyes, and rested a moment before sitting up and taking another sip from her glass.

Megan raised one leg out of the water and lathered it with liquid soap before grabbing her nearby razor and slowly running up her leg. She didn’t need to shave when Frank was away, but she liked to show off her fit legs with short skirts and shaved daily. She shaved her other leg and then her armpits. Finally, she raised her hips and shaved around her pubic hair. Her pubes matched the brown blonde of her hair but were prone to bushiness. She kept it shaved in a strip. Done shaving, she returned her razor and grabbed her mini-scissors, trimming away the bushiness of her pubic strip. Satisfied, she sank back into the water and took a few more sips of wine.

Megan washed her face and slid down into the tub until her entire head was underwater for a moment. When she came back up, her hair had turned brown and clung wetly to her head. She took her lavender-scented soap and lathered her arms and shoulders before moving it down her chest, gasping as the bar of soap slid over her hard nipple. Her nipples had always been sensitive and that simple touch had sent a spasm through her vagina. Her nipples were pointy and thick, prone to hardening, and often visible through her bras and tops. She sometimes covered them with band-aids to protect them and keep men from staring at her chest when they talked to her. Both nipples were hard and aching now.

She rubbed the soap around her breasts, avoiding her swollen nipples before moving it down over her flat tummy. Lastly, she lathered her crotch and slid the soap over her thighs. She was tempted to let her hand linger between her legs, but her fingers wouldn’t have felt as good as her larger-sized dildo. She smiled, closed her eyes, and pictured Darren kneeling in the tub between her legs, her hips lifting into the thrusts of his hard youthful cock.

Megan quit her fantasy and rinsed herself off. She closed her eyes and relaxed for close to a half hour before pulling the plug and letting the water drain out. As more of her body appeared above the water, she lifted herself out of the tub and toweled her body dry. The final step in her nightly ritual was to rub baby oil over her entire body to keep her skin smooth and youthful looking. Her skin was slick and glistening by the time she pulled her robe back on to cover herself. Lastly, she quickly brushed her wet hair.

She drained her glass, instantly wanting a refill. She already felt tipsy, but another glass might help calm her nerves and let her sleep. She walked down the hall, pausing to listen at Michelle’s bedroom door. All was quiet until she started to leave when she heard a giggle. Megan pulled the door open.

Michelle jumped and stared at her mom in horror. She was sitting at her computer desk. She turned, glancing at the open window to her bedroom and the long oak branch that ran parallel to her sill. She hadn’t in years, but as a young girl, she’d climb the oak to reach her room or climb out often beating Megan and Frank to the front door. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“Chatting with Kimmy,” she replied, looking nervous. Her eyes glanced at her window again. Michelle turned back, locking eyes with her mom. Michelle was the first to flinch and look away.

Megan glanced at the open window, a breeze was blowing in, moving the curtains and cooling the room. Was Michelle planning on sneaking out to meet this Nigel character? Did she trust her daughter? A month ago, yes, but not now. “Young lady, grounded means grounded. No phone, computer, or TV. You’re sleeping in my room tonight.”

“I’m not staying with you,” she complained, crossing her arms.

“Then I’ll stay here. Go. My room. NOW!”

Megan followed her daughter to the master bedroom. “That’s it, you’re staying here until your father gets home and then I’ll let him deal with your attitude.”

“Fine, Dad’s a lot more reasonable than you.”

“We’ll see about that. I’ll wake you for school.” Megan pulled the door shut. Frank wasn’t more reasonable; he was more of a pushover. She would need to be in the room to make sure her husband kept his backbone.

The frustrated young mother stormed back downstairs to shut the light off and lock up. Michelle’s phone beeped several times in the cabinet. She thought about calling Frank, but they had agreed to talk every other night and besides, she was pretty sure he was on a flight at the moment.

She headed upstairs to her daughter’s room, pausing at the door to the master bedroom. She listened and thought she heard sobbing, but she didn’t feel like barging in again or comforting her daughter. She made her way down the hall, retrieving her bottle of wine from the bathroom before entering Michelle’s bedroom, and closing the door behind her. She turned off Michelle’s computer and sat her wine down on a stand near the window. She pulled the shutters a little but didn’t shut the window as the breeze felt good.

Michelle’s room was a typical teenager’s bedroom with pink sheets on the bed and two teddy bears propped on the pillows. She grabbed one and hugged it as she surveyed the room. There were some posters she’d seen on the wall, one of Timothy Chalomet, whom she found cute but effeminate, and another of Harry Stiles who was even more effeminate. If this was the type of boy Michelle was into, she needn’t have worried. Megan turned her head, gasping when she saw a new poster on the back of the door. This one was of a shirtless black man with muscles and boxing shorts. The poster was from the movie Creed. “Oh god, don’t let Frank see that,” she mumbled. She wasn’t too happy about Michelle having a poster of a black man, but she had to admit that at least Creed was a real man and decent-looking.

A picture of Michelle and her friends in bikinis at the carwash was on the desk by the bed. Megan had taken the picture. Her daughter looked so beautiful and happy in the picture. Maybe Michelle was right and she should have stayed away and let Michelle raise the money with her friends. Of course, they had set a record for fundraising this year thanks to her help, but maybe the money wasn’t as important as giving her daughter some space.

Also, on the desk sat her daughter’s school notebook. On the cover were hearts with Michelle plus Darren written on them. They had been crossed out and newer hearts drawn with Michelle plus Nigel or Michelle loves Big Nig. She’d also written, Mrs. Nigel Jefferson and Michelle Jefferson on the page. Megan sighed. This was more than a schoolgirl crush; her daughter had quickly become obsessed with this young man. This boy was bad news.

Megan turned the notebook over and gasped at what she saw on the back. Michelle had used a black marker to outline a rather large phallus and colored it in so that it appeared to be a huge black penis. The outline of a small arm drawn in pen was reaching out for the black penis, the fingers closing on the tip. The penis was way over-proportioned and appeared as big as the arm. Its testicles were also over-sized, much bigger than the hand touching the thing’s tip. In pen, she’d written the words Big under one testicle and Nig under the other. Megan frowned confused over why Michelle would have drawn it so big or colored it in so that it appeared black. Just idle doodling, she guessed. She replaced the notebook.

On the bed was a small clothing box from their local big department store. Curious, Megan removed the lid. The box contained a white lingerie set. She lifted the panty; it was little more than strings and a patch of cloth to cover the pubic section. The bra was only slightly better, but still sheer enough to leave little to the imagination. Megan herself had bought lingerie from the store, but hers was sexy and classy while this appeared quite sleazy, slutty even. No doubt she’d bought this to wear for Nigel.

Megan took another sip of wine before refilling her glass from the bottle. She sat her glass down near the window. She took a few steps back over to the bed, swaying slightly from the wine as she stared down at her daughter’s lingerie. She giggled; the atmosphere of the room had her feeling like a teenager again. Truthfully, the thought of losing her looks horrified her. That’s why she fought so hard to stay in shape. That’s why she and Frank had only had one child, her fear that another might ruin her figure forever. That’s why she acted more like a sister to Michelle than a mother. Even fantasizing about Michelle’s boyfriend earlier, she’d been thinking of herself as more of a classmate of Darren’s than the neighborhood milf.

“Shit,” she said suddenly. Thinking about Darren made her realize she was still horny and her dildos were in her bedroom. “Double shit,” she said. The dildos weren’t hidden either. All Michelle had to do was open the drawer where she hid them. Not that she had any reason to be going through her mom’s drawers.

Oh well, if she was going to get off again, she’d just have to do it the old-fashioned way, with her fingers. The way the wine was going to her head though, had her thinking she might fall asleep the second her head hit the pillow. Not a bad thing, she needed a good night's sleep more than she needed another orgasm.

She glanced at the lingerie again and wondered if she could fit into it. Megan needed to grow up as much as her daughter did, but tonight she was going to be a teenager again. Megan laid the lingerie out, stood up straight, and pulled the belt on her robe.

Outside the window, the shadowy form watching from the oak tree shifted to get a better view.

**********

When Michelle's mom's robe fell open, Nigel almost fell out of the tree. Gawd damn Michelle’s hot mom had some big-ass white titties. If Michelle wasn’t on her way to having titties that big, he would have assumed they were fake they were so proud and firm. A closer look revealed that there was some sag from the sheer weight of the huge titties, but for the most part, they were gravity-defying. Michelle’s bitch mom had a body built for the pole or a porn film. It made his cock twitch and his balls ache she was so hot. Big Nig wanted the bitch.

Nude, she was a goddess, the best-looking woman Nigel had ever seen, but she looked even sexier when she turned to try on Michelle’s lingerie. The milf bent down, her long legs tensing as her milky white ass thrust out towards him. Her thighs parted slightly and he got a quick peek at her slit as she pulled the thong panty up her legs. Big Nig was already swelling, but when she turned back around to face him and tried squeezing those big white titties into a bra a cup size too small, Big Nig turned rock hard and began to ache. She managed to hook the bra, her titties were thrust forward and upwards. He could see her rose-colored nipples erect and pushing out the sheer lace of the bra cup.

“Fuck me,” he muttered, licking his lips.

Big Nig was aching for the bitch so bad, that it was all Nigel could do to keep from bursting through the window, ripping her lingerie off, and throwing the bitch on the bed. He’d come here to black a white woman and if not Michelle then he was going to black her bitch mother. And after looking at Michelle’s mother, she looked like she would be a much better fuck than her daughter.

Suddenly Megan turned and approached the window. Nigel ducked behind the main trunk and froze. He was dressed in black sweats and his skin was dark black. Provided he didn’t smile, she wouldn’t see him. She leaned out the window, her huge titties hanging like udders, as she took several deep breaths of the cool night air. The way she was swaying and downing the wine, he could tell she was a little drunk. Probably trying to clear her head, he thought as she continued to take some breaths before stepping back.

Megan’s hands reached out for the window and for a moment, Nigel feared she was going to close and lock it, but she appeared to change her mind at the last moment. The bitch turned and left the bedroom and he caught a glimpse of her slipping into a bathroom across the hall. Nigel knew what she was doing. He recognized vanity when he saw it. When he realized how superior Big Nig was to other men especially white boy penises, he’d become vain himself. She was admiring how she looked in the lingerie in a larger mirror.

Nigel’s eyes fell on the glass of wine, his lips curling in a sneer. He crept forward along the branch leading to the window and slipped incredibly quietly for such a large man inside the bedroom, his hand reaching into a pocket for the little baggies filled with pills. He took out a bag and emptied the two pills into the wine before turning and quietly climbing back onto the branch.

Nigel was bad news. He hated his name, thinking it sounded like a British queer’s name. The first time he was arrested, another prisoner whistled and said, “That is one big nigg….” Just before Nigel punched him in the face. Then as he thought about it, he decided he liked the nickname and told everyone to call him Big Nig. It was better than Nigel. Then as he got back into the real world and began fucking, his sluts started calling his cock Big Nig to the point he started referring to his big black cock as Big Nig also. Usually, he told people to call him Jefferson, but unfortunately, Nigel had spread upon his return to high school and he couldn’t shake it.

Returning to high school hadn’t been his idea, but part of the racial discrimination lawsuit against the district. He was failing, but didn’t care if he graduated or not, and going back to high school had turned into a gold mine. Nigel made a fortune selling ecstasy and weed to his classmates. He’d blacked seven girls in exchange for some ecstasy including two cheerleader friends of Michelle’s. Now they paid for their drugs like everyone else, but they still fucked him, hooked more on Big Nig than they were on any drug. Mrs. Heathcock had caught him with his cock shoved down some girl's throat and given them both detentions. He knew he’d be fucking Mrs. Heathcock the second her eyes fell on Big Nig, he could see her desire for it in her eyes, sense her need to get blacked. Nigel even swore he could smell her pussy getting wet even as her nipples started pushing out through her bra. He visited her classroom after school that day and fucked her throughout his detention.

Big Nig desperately wanted to fuck Michelle. Not only was she the hottest bitch in school, already with the body of a porn star at eighteen, but she was the most popular senior. Fucking her would lead to getting the rest of the cheerleaders blacked whether by him or some of the niggas he ate lunch with. They were chomping at the bit for some white pussy.

Big Nig twitched when Megan walked back into the room smiling. “Down boy,” he whispered. He put aside his desire for Michelle. The mom was Michelle taken to the next level. If Michelle was a ten, then her mom was a fifteen. Her body screamed, “Fuck me!” She hadn’t even seen Big Nig, but he could still sense her need for it. She’d never been satisfied by her husband or any other man. She was desperate for a real man’s cock.

Megan strolled, no strutted, back towards the window. Nigel’s lip curled up in a sneer. She’d obviously been satisfied by her image in the mirror and was quite pleased with herself. The sneer fell from his face when she stared straight at him, but he relaxed realizing she couldn’t see out in the darkness from the lit room. Once again, he grew alarmed when she grabbed the window and pulled it closed, but she didn’t shut it all the way, leaving it open a crack. He sighed with relief when she didn’t lock it. She picked her wine glass off the table. The pills were rapidly dissolving, barely noticeable, but luckily, she just tossed the wine back swallowing what was in the glass. Megan picked the bottle up and turned it upside down over the glass, but only a few drops came out. She made a sad face and sat the empty bottle down beside the empty glass of wine.

Big Nig twitched again when she walked over to the bed and unhooked the bra. He watched in awe as she stripped. Nude, she returned the lingerie to the box. He’d never seen a better body on a woman even in porn. She was the best-looking woman he had ever seen, like a beauty queen. He couldn’t wait to fuck her.

Megan slipped under one thin sheet. The sheet tightly hugged her body, embracing her breasts, her hard nipples poking through it. She was squirming a little, aroused, and it was a natural horniness, too early for the X to have kicked in. For a moment, her hand slipped between her legs and he thought the horny white slut was going to play with herself, but she looked around her daughter’s room and seemed to have second thoughts about it. Instead, her hand came out and reached over to the nightstand, turning the light off.

The room went dark.

**********

Horror. Disgust. Fascination.

So many feelings went through Michelle’s head as she sat on the edge of her mom’s bed, staring into the open drawer. Her mom was a pervert or maybe not. Maybe, keeping two dildoes beside your bed was normal especially with her dad away so much. Michelle reached out, not sure she wanted to touch it knowing where it had been. Her hand stopped by the little dildo, it was penis-shaped, but pink, and about the size of Darren’s penis. When she did touch one of her mom’s dildoes, it was the larger one. She grabbed it by the base and lifted it out of the drawer.

The dildo was maybe nine inches long, penis-shaped, but flesh-colored and more realistic, except she felt the flesh color should be darker. She flipped the switch on the base and gasped when the thing started vibrating, making little pulsing motions. She quickly turned it back off. Michelle brought the vibrating dildo to her nose and sniffed. It smelled clean. Her fastidious mother no doubt cleaned it after each use.

Michelle was dressed for bed in loose cotton shorts and a halter. She stood and slipped the shorts down before pulling the halter off. Not wanting to get caught, she walked over and locked the door. She wouldn’t have put it past her mother to check on her. Nude, she laid down on the top of the bed.

The teen decided against starting with the big one. If she were going to train her pussy for Big Nig, she should start small and work her way up. She brought the small one down to her pussy and aimed the head between her folds. She’d been horny all day and was ready for it. Michelle closed her eyes and smiled as she pushed the small dildo inside her. She met resistance and held her breath as she gave the base a hard shove that broke through her hymen. There was a moment of pain, but slowly it started feeling pleasurable. Not exactly how she’d planned on losing her virginity. “Mmmm,” she moaned, it did feel good. Her crotch suddenly bucked when she flipped the switch on the bottom. “Oh, this is nice,” she moaned, feeling the vibrations sending ripples of pleasure through her body. It felt so good, she almost wished she’d given in to Darren’s begging and let him fuck her, but he was a minute man and this thing could last as long as the batteries.

Her hand reached out, feeling for the larger dildo. She picked it up, holding the large fake cock between her breasts. Her hand started stroking the hard rubbery flesh. She closed her eyes again, picturing herself back on the toilet, Big Nig in her hands, stroking the powerful black man’s even more powerful cock. She swore her brain could recall every second of her first encounter with Nigel’s massive black cock. Compared to the image in her brain, the dildo was a disappointment. She couldn’t feel its heat or its pulse. It was a lifeless toy.

Her crotch was humping up with the smaller dildo buzzing inside her. She could feel her orgasm building. She stroked the larger dildo. She was back in the restroom stall, jerking off Big Nig. The huge black cock exploded, covering her in cum just as her orgasm exploded.

Michelle was breathing heavily as she quickly pulled the small dildo out of her. It might be small, but it got the job done. She held it up admiring the thin shaft and noticed the small bit of blood on it. That had been a better orgasm than any she had with her fingers and it hadn’t taken long either. “I’m sold,” she muttered, wondering how she could get ahold of her own sex toys or at least manage to sneak in and use her mom’s dildos again when she was home alone.

Michelle rested, enjoying the afterglow of the large orgasm. As her breathing slowed, she grabbed the big dildo and brought it down to her pussy. Her orgasm had been satisfying, but she needed to train her pussy before she could fuck Big Nig. Served the bitch right that by grounding her, she had given her daughter access to the perfect training tool to prepare her teenage pussy for a big black cock. She lined the bulbous head of the dildo up between her wet folds. Now or never, she thought. “This is for you Nigel, baby,” she muttered, shoving the dildo inside her

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Megan’s eyes flew open. Her heart was beating like crazy; she could even hear it pulsing in her ears. “Ohh,” she moaned, writhing beneath the sheet as it hugged and caressed her body. Her nipples were so swollen they were pulling her areola up off her breasts. They were sensitive too, the way her hard nubs were scraping the sheet was driving her crazy, she yanked the sheet down beneath her breasts immediately feeling the cool breeze blowing in through the open window and embracing her aching nipples. The cool air tried to harden them even more raising goosebumps on her coin-sized areola. She could see the moon shining through some of the branches of the big oak. Funny, she vaguely recalled shutting the window, and even funnier, the oak tree was on the other side of the house, in Michelle’s room.

She was groggy, and confused, something wasn’t right. The cool breeze blew softly over her nipples again. She couldn’t take the ache, her hands flying up to cover the ends of her breasts. She inadvertently squeezed her swollen nipples between her fingers causing her to moan and her crotch to buck up, drizzling lubrication between her thighs. She was horny, so fucking horny. It wasn’t just her pussy that was horny, her entire body was horny. She couldn’t clear the confusion from her brain she was so horny. The only thing that could help her was her dildos!

Megan rolled over, fumbling for the drawer. She pulled it open, her hand rummaging around inside for the familiar phallic forms that could solve her problem. Nothing! Where were they? Had she hidden them because Frank was coming home? That didn’t seem right, Frank was still gone for a week, or had she lost track of time? She jumped startled when she realized she wasn’t alone in the room.

The shadow was large and manly, and it was pulling its shirt off over its head. Her husband was home! “Thank god, you’re here,” she moaned, still writhing beneath the sheets. The shadowy form straightened up, the darkness enhancing everything, his chest looked broader, his arms more heavily muscled. One big hand reached out and grabbed the sheet, yanking it completely off her nude body. Megan gasped with shock. It was an uncharacteristically masculine move on her husband’s part. Surprising, but she liked it.

Frank bent, pushing his pants down. When he stood back up, she tried not to giggle. Now she knew the shadows were making everything look bigger. His shadow penis was an absolute monster, appearing even larger than her big dildo.

“I need you in me,” she told her husband. “Now baby. I’ve never been so horny in my life.” Her eyes widened as the shadow cock appeared to grow even larger, the knobby head rising even higher.

Frank stood at the foot of the bed. He leaned down and planted a wet kiss on her stomach. Another kiss found her belly button, his tongue wiggling inside. She gasped and sucked her stomach in, not because she didn’t like it, but because she liked it too much. His kisses were sending tingles through her body, mostly towards her wet pussy. She writhed a little, her husband grabbing her ankles to pull her legs open. His kisses moved down over her lower stomach towards her light brown pubic hair. Each kiss made her stomach jump eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her mouth.

Frank’s hot breath rippled through her pubes as he moved his face down. “You know I don’t like that,” she reminded her husband. What the hell was he waiting for? Usually, Frank just shoved it in as soon as he could. Now when she needed him inside her the most, he was taking his time. “Ooh,” she moaned as he planted a kiss on her inner thigh. “Well, since you seem so eager, maybe just for to-NIGHT!” Her voice rose an octave as his kisses fell on her pussy lips. A long-wet tongue slipped between her folds and wiggled its way inside her. She automatically spread her legs farther open to let him in deeper. Why didn’t she like this again?

“Oh god! Oh god! Frank, please fuck me, baby,” she begged, her hips lifting her pussy up into the thrusting of his tongue. She was going to cum, but she wanted to cum on his dick. Megan reached down, her hands gripping unusually big strong shoulders. “I want your dick in me, honey,” she pleaded, pushing against his shoulders for a moment before switching over to squeezing them. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Her hands slid over to a thick bull neck, pulling him into her pussy as she came all over his thrusting tongue.

Megan gasped for breath. She’d cum so hard, squirting all over his mouth, she was embarrassed. He hadn’t stopped either, lapping up her orgasm and still going to town on her needy pussy. Fuck, this was better than his dick.

Megan moaned, still humping his tongue. It wasn’t possible, but she was starting to feel like she might cum again. She moved her hands up his cheeks to the top of his head. He’d gotten his hair cut short, almost military style. His hair felt strange, curlier, even kinky. She gripped his hair, still lifting her crotch into his tongue.

The damn broke again when Frank slid his arms under her thighs and up over her ribs, he found her tits, squeezing them more roughly than usual, but she liked this more dominant version of her usually mild-mannered husband. Suddenly, her throbbing nipples were pinched hard between his fingers and she nearly ripped the kinky hair out of his head, she came so hard, she had to stifle a scream.

Fuck, Frank,” she moaned, a little in awe of what her husband had just done to her. Just when she needed it the most, Frank had come through and given her the biggest orgasm of her life on top of the first one which had been in the top five of her orgasms. This felt so good, she was even ready to put his penis in her mouth as a reward. She released her grip on his head and relaxed her thighs.

Megan was still gasping for breath and basking in the afterglow of two amazing orgasms when Frank started kissing up her belly. Again, his tongue slobbered in her belly button, her belly sucking in to escape it. His kisses moved up, stopping when they found her rib cage. Then his tongue came out licking up to the base of her breast and then up the base of her right bosom, stopping on her nipple.

Megan’s body writhed uncontrollably when his tongue flickered back and forth over her engorged nipple before sucking her entire nub into his hot mouth. This wasn’t possible, but she felt another climax growing in her womb just from having her husband suck on one of her nipples. Goosebumps grew on the areolae of her other nipple as he moved his mouth over towards it. They were so sensitive his forceful sucking almost hurt.

Megan couldn’t take it anymore. She needed his dick inside her. Her hands grabbed her husband’s back. His flesh was hard and unyielding like stone not the usual loose folds of flesh. She tried to pull him upwards. “Fuck me,” she blurted out. “Fuck me right now.” Frank virtually growled with lust. He rarely heard her say the “F” word, she kept her dirty talk between her and her dildo. He liked it, pushing his large body up above her, her legs opening instinctively.

What felt like a rock-hard golf ball attached to a nightstick pushed against her thigh, sliding up over her pussy hair and her belly button. Jesus, he felt huge tonight! She spread her legs even wider in anticipation as his wide hips moved between her thighs and the tip of his hard penis began to slide back down. Her husband appeared to have grown a great big horse cock just when she needed it the most. She shuddered with lust and a little anxiety as her brain remembered the immense size of the shadowy cock she’d glimpsed in the darkness. The huge cock worked its way down her crotch until the head was pushing between her legs.

She grunted in surprise as the tip of Frank’s cock pressed against her soaked pussy lips. It felt as big as a golf ball. It was so big, hard, and unyielding, that her pussy lips easily pushed in before spreading open around the huge head wider than she ever had before. Warning bells went off in her brain, but they were buried by the confusion and grogginess she blamed on too much wine, not aware that ecstasy was also contributing to both her confusion and her state of hyper-arousal. At that moment, she could care less if Frank was using some sort of penis sleeve to make his dick bigger.

Megan opened her legs wider than normal and wrapped them around Frank’s broad waist receiving another surprise, a hard muscular ass! Frank had a flat non-existent rear end. Everything felt out of proportion. She began to feel like Frank hadn’t gotten bigger, but that she had gotten smaller. Her husband was several inches shorter than her tall six-foot frame. Normally, he’d nuzzle her neck as they made love. Now he was kissing up her neck, his back still arched because he had only forced the head of his huge cock inside her pussy.

Frank was working his hips trying to work his new and improved penis deeper. Her pussy was gripping it so tightly, she could feel its heat and pulse. This wasn’t a penis extender or dildo; this was a real-life cock. Her brain pictured Frank standing over her and popping a couple of penis pills in his mouth. The pills didn’t just grow his penis but turned his entire body into a muscular hulk. She didn’t care, whatever he’d done, his penis felt good, better than ever. It almost felt too good. The way he was stretching her out was awakening every pleasurable nerve ending in her pussy and now it felt like he was pushing into new territory. Plus, his muscular back was still hunched like he had even more to give her.

She vaguely recalled her husband had an important meeting tomorrow and shouldn’t have been home. She moaned, raising her hips into his monster cock. He must have been lusting after her as much as she was lusting after him to skip his meeting or perhaps his new and improved cock just needed to get off. She moaned again. Realistically, his meeting had been canceled and he’d been able to get off early. Not that she was complaining, this was turning into the best fuck of her life.

“OHMYGOD!” she gasped, Frank’s cock pushing inches deeper than he’d ever been. Suddenly he was as deep as her large dildo only Frank’s cock was thicker and the head was bigger around than her more streamlined dildo. She reached out grabbing the sides of the bed, squeezing her legs around his ass to lift her crotch up into the thrusts of this amazing cock. An amazing cock that was suddenly opening up territory in her deeper than her big dildo. An orgasm was coming, promising to be even bigger than her last one.

Megan whimpered, grabbing the sides of the bed, wondering why her big king-sized bed was suddenly so small. It was because it was Michelle’s bed! Michelle was in the master bedroom. How had Frank known she was in here? “Something’s wrong,” she moaned, still raising her body into Frank’s cock. A cock that had suddenly doubled in size! “Your penis… it’s too big!” This wasn’t her husband!

Megan quickly grabbed the broad shoulders trying unsuccessfully to push him off her even though her legs were still wrapped around his waist trying to pull his amazing cock in her as deep as possible. “You touched it. You done seen how big it is.” Her eyes flew open when she heard the deep voice. He sounded like a street thug. He sounded like a black…” The man inside finally pushed what felt like a foot of thick cock inside her, burying it to the root, and the damn burst.

“CCUUMMIINNGG!!!” She screamed. “YYYEEESSS!” Her pussy expanded and contracted like crazy around the huge cock, squeezing and milking the throbbing shaft like it was trying to get the man’s seed inside it as quickly as possible.

A large hand clamped down over her mouth. “Shut the fuck up before that bitch mother of yours hears us, white girl.”

“Mmmph!” she moaned into the hand. The horror she suddenly felt at the thought of having a black man’s penis inside her was overwhelmed by the sheer size of her orgasm. It kept coming and coming, her pussy soaking the man’s crotch as her arousal squirted and poured out from her. Something even more strange happened to her. Her orgasm seemed to double down in strength or she was having an orgasm on top of the one she was already having when she heard him call her a “white girl.” Throughout her orgasm her legs' death grip around his ass never relaxed until she’d squirted her last bit of cum around the huge cock… the huge black cock impaling her white pussy. “Nigel?” she asked when he removed his hand from her mouth.

“You know I don’t like dat, white gurl. Call me Jefferson,” he grunted, his voice sounding deep and ghetto. “Damn gurl, you got one tight white pussy. You sure dat white boy fucked you? You as tight as a virgin, but don’t you worry, white gurl, Big Nig gonna open you up so good, you ain’t never gonna feel no white boy’s prick ever again.”

Nigel sounds like a complete piece of shit, she thought, wondering what Michelle saw in this monster while at the same time knowing absolutely what Michelle saw in this monster. Her own pussy was grinding into the black man’s crotch desperate for him to start fucking her. Her pussy was starting to adjust around the giant shaft, forming a tight grip around his entire shaft. As she adapted to it, she began to like it even more.

He sensed it to. “Feel that, white gurl? Big Nig’s resizing that pussy for black cock. You been blacked white gurl, this white pussy is big black cock only now.” He chuckled.

“No,” she whimpered, fearing that it was true. In her entire life, she couldn’t remember ever touching a black person even shaking hands with one and now her vagina was stretching out to accommodate a black thug’s big cock. Megan felt she had to stop this before it became permanent. She was still holding his shoulders. She pushed hard against them, hoping she might slide forward while her pussy continued to betray her, humping up into the black cock desperate to get fucked by the thing resizing it.

“I see yo eager, baby gurl,” he said, mistaking her attempt to get away for enthusiasm. “Big Nig’s gonna enjoy blacking this pussy.” Nigel pulled back on his hips, withdrawing nearly his entire cock.

Megan saw her chance to escape and push him off, but a funny thing happened to her. She felt empty without his cock, a deep sadness growing within her that had tears running down her cheeks. Her growing depression was so great, that her legs tightened around his waist and pulled him forward even as she lifted herself into the thrust of his big black cock. “Yes,” she hissed feeling her emptiness filled, waves of satisfaction and pleasure permeating her body again. “No,” she whimpered, as he withdrew again. She felt like an addict going through withdrawal in the absence of Nigel’s huge cock. He picked up speed and she no longer felt the emptiness, just the most intense sexual pleasure she’d ever felt before. “Oh god,” she squealed. “Fuck me,” she cried. “Fuck me.” Megan continued raising her hips into his thrusts.

“Told you once I popped yo black cherry, you wouldn’t be able to get enough of Big Nig,” grunted Nigel. “You got one sweet pussy, white girl. Big Nig resized it to fit him just right. We gonna be fucking a lot from now on. Right?”

“Yes,” she answered without thinking. His huge cock head tingled every sexual nerve in her pussy as it plowed its way in and out of her womb. The head's proximity to her womb and the weight of the swollen testicles slapping against her thighs suddenly brought her to her senses. “No condom,” she squealed, remembering she was ovulating.

“They don’t make rubbers big enough to contain Big Nig, baby girl,” he grunted. “Besides you can’t get pregnant the first time you’re blacked.”

Liar, she thought, starting to think she was protecting her daughter by fucking Nigel Jefferson. “Just pull out when you cum,” she told him.

“You gonna swallow it if I do?”

Yech, she thought. “Just pull out.” The thought of swallowing her husband’s semen disgusted her let alone this black asshole’s seed, but it was better than getting knocked up with a black baby.

Nigel was still fucking her and much to her surprise, a growing pressure in her womb was promising she might cum again and if it was as good as the last orgasm, she really wanted to cum again. Frank couldn’t make her cum and up until now, it had taken her dildos to have an orgasm. Now, this black bastard was about to give her a third or fourth of the night. It wasn’t just the size of the thing, the kid had stamina. Frank would have blown his wad a long time ago at a much slower pace. “Mmm, fuck me,” she said again, finally moving her hands off his shoulders. Definitely not Frank, she thought, feeling his giant biceps. Megan moved her hands between them, feeling the black man’s chest. It was broad, his muscles so hard she could feel the ridges. She moved her hands down and wasn’t surprised as they slid over a hard six-pack. She liked what she was feeling. “Fuck me.”

“You like having Big Nig fuck you?”

“Yes, Big Nig fucks me so good,” she moaned, loving every inch of the big black cock fucking her.

“Does Big Nig fuck you better than yo husband?”

“So much better,” she answered, feeling like she was betraying Frank with that admission. “So much better,” she mumbled, feeling her mind and her body starting to submit to the powerful black man even as she realized what he’d just said. “You know,” she hissed.

Nigel chuckled. “Big Nig knows when he’s inside a real woman and not some teenager.”

This hard masculine body was starting to arouse her even more than she already was. She released her legs from around his waist and held them up, opening herself even wider for the pounding of his big black cock. She tossed her head back and forth, fighting a growing urge inside her. Finally, she couldn’t help it and wrapped her arms around his bull neck, pulling the lips of the black youth down against hers. This felt like the final betrayal of her marriage vows, but she couldn’t deny that Nigel Jefferson was giving her the best sex of her life. She wasn’t surprised when his tongue pushed into her mouth, but she was slightly surprised that her tongue was pushing back. They both moaned as they kissed.

Kissing him produced a change in her. She forgot about Frank. She forgot about Michelle. There were only the two of them and the extreme pleasure she was receiving from the huge black cock. They weren’t people anymore, just two animals grunting and moaning as they rutted together while kissing passionately. Megan gave in to the pleasure and waited for her orgasm to break.

The thirty-six-year-old wife and mother shuddered beneath her daughter’s powerfully built black boyfriend. She dug her nails into his back, mouth opening in a soft moaning scream. Nigel was grunting harder now and his thrusts were becoming more erratic. She was on the verge of her biggest orgasm yet. Her legs were starting to ache holding them open for him, so she wrapped her legs around him digging her heels into his back. He buried his cock deep, grunting as his cock gave a large spasm inside her. Megan screamed; her orgasm finally broke as her womb was flooded with the black man’s hot seed. Big Nig bucked several more times, each time it sent a powerful torrent of sperm inside her that was more semen than Frank had cum in his entire life.

“Oh god no,” she stuttered still in the throes of a powerful orgasm, an orgasm that was increasing in intensity with each wad of seed Big Nig was pumping into her womb. “PULL OUT!” she cried, not wanting the pleasure to end, but knowing she had to stop him from flooding her fertile womb with so much sperm.

Nigel complied, but not before working his cock back and forth a few times, sending more wads of his seed into her womb. She welcomed it as she was still cumming around his cock. “No,” she pleaded in horror when he finally did pull his cock out and the depressing emptiness returned, her pussy still spasming as her orgasm fiddled out. There was some moonlight coming in through the window and she found herself staring at Nigel’s rampant black cock as it shot a strand of semen that ran from her chest to her bellybutton, overflowing her navel and leaving a pool of sperm on her stomach.

The cock was coming closer as Nigel wiggled his way up her torso, pressing down on the shaft until it was between her breasts and the head was against her lips. It spat of fanning wad of semen that covered her eyes and forehead, as well as her nose. Jesus, how much can this guy cum? She thought.

“Push them titties together,” he ordered. Lifting himself as she squeezed her white breasts around his black shaft. He grabbed her hair and raised her head. The shock made her mouth fall open, and the head of his cock sprayed enough cum to fill her mouth and make her cheeks bulge out even before it pushed its way into her mouth.

 She was forced to swallow his seed to make room for several more blasts hitting the back of her throat. She got another shock when she realized his semen was actually good. He grabbed his shaft, running his hand up to milk the last of his seed from his balls while she happily suckled on the head of his cock, letting the remaining drops of cum roll on her taste buds so she could keep tasting him.

Megan moved her hand out, fumbling for the nightstand. She found the lamp and hit the switch. She blinked as the room lit up. The first thing she saw was Big Nig’s huge knobby cock head bobbing before her eyes. She stared down the immense shaft. It was an absolutely beautiful cock, perfectly shaped, still swollen, and rampant from his orgasm. It was also black, very very black and so were the testicles hanging beneath the base. No wonder he came so much, each was as big as a tennis ball.  

She forced herself to look away from the huge pleasure-giving cock and up at the man. She knew Nigel was black, but she wasn’t prepared for just how black. No white DNA polluting his gene pool. He was African black and his features were African, with broad lips and a flat nose, not a handsome boy at all, though his muscular young body was incredible, like a weightlifter. Despite being so brutish looking, there was something incredibly sexy about the contrast between their two skin colors. A part of her was starting to wish she’d been able to see him fuck her.

“Dayumn, Mrs. Milfvaney, you is one fine-looking woman,” said Nigel, staring down at her in appreciation.

“Mulvaney,” she corrected, “Megan. And you must be Nigel.”

Nigel grunted at that. “Call me Jefferson or Jeff. And this is Big Nig,” he said, grabbing the base of his shaft. The thing was so powerfully hard, that it seemed to resist as he forced it down and pressed the giant round head to her lips. “Give him a kiss.”

Megan stared at his face. He was sneering. His expression was cruel. His dark eyes seemed to dominate her and she couldn’t look away as she puckered her lips and planted a kiss on the tip of the amazing pleasure-giving cock. Her tongue slipped out and licked up the underside and over the pee slit.

“Michelle know how big a slut her mother is?”

“I’m not a slut,” she protested, tongue gliding over the crown. She opened her mouth and Nigel pushed his cock head into her mouth. She bobbed her head over the tip, wondering why it felt so right for her to suck Nigel’s big black cock. She detested oral sex, yet she wished she were kneeling before this black boy so she could suck his cock properly. His freaking cock hadn’t even softened since fucking her.

Nigel placed his hands on her tits and squeezed them roughly, his fingers finding and pinching her painfully erect nipples, pulling on them so hard he pulled her breasts up. He was sitting on her hips, holding her down yet her crotch was rising into his cock’s imaginary thrusts as her arousal swiftly returned. She writhed beneath him, moaning as she sucked and licked the head of Big Nig.

“You sure is one horny white bitch,” grunted Nigel. “Hubby must not be fucking you properly with his little white boy dick.” Nigel slid back down her legs. Megan found she was raising her head trying to follow his retreating cock head. She wanted to taste more of his thick seed. “Roll over, slut. Imma gonna fuck you again.”

Megan obeyed, rolling over and lifting herself onto all fours. She looked over to her left and gasped. She could see their reflection in Michelle’s mirror. She was on all fours, her giant tits hanging beneath her. The muscular black youth was kneeling behind her, that pleasure-giving monstrosity of a cock rising up above her ass. Her pussy gave a spasm of lust at the sight making it drool semen from their last fuck. She watched as he grabbed the shaft of his cock and bent it down between her legs.

“You this horny with hubby?” he asked, pressing the head of Big Nig up against her slit.

“No,” she answered truthfully. “I’ve never felt like this.” She had a high sex drive that Frank couldn’t satisfy and had to resort to her dildoes to orgasm, but she’d never felt this alive or this horny. Since she’d awoken to see Nigel’s shadowy form standing by the bed, her entire body had felt extra-sensitive. Even Nigel’s large hand gripping her ass felt good. Everything felt good. None of her troubles seemed to matter at that moment.  Megan braced herself on the bed and sucked her lower lip into her mouth in anticipation of what was about to come. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”

“Black cock,” grunted Nigel, pushing Big Nig back in between her moist folds. “That’s what’s gotten into you.” He worked his cock in and out pushing it deeper. “I know hubby don’t have this much cock meat to give you.”

“He’s not even half as big as you,” she moaned, bracing her arms and pushing back into his thrusts. She could already feel herself about to cum again on his huge cock.

“You ain’t gonna feel that white boy’s little penis when Big Nig’s done with you. You gonna be black only.”

“Black only?” she muttered, worried her needy body just might crave more big black cock when this was over. “AAAHHH!” she cried when Big Nig went balls deep and he began fucking her with the entire length of his huge cock. “BLACK ONLY!” she screamed, as a huge orgasm broke. She was still looking at their reflection and watching who was fucking her made her orgasm even bigger than her earlier ones.

Nigel grabbed and squeezed her ass cheeks as he began relentlessly pounding her pussy. He was baring his white teeth as he pounded his monster cock inside her. One fat thumb slid down between her ass cheeks to rest on her tightly puckered sphincter. Megan felt his thumb starting to apply pressure to her untapped rosebud. “Hey! Watch it. That’s my ass,” she groaned, her hips gyrating and bucking up into the thrusts of his cock.

“I know,” he grunted, pushing down on his thumb until her sphincter pushed in and began to open for the large thumb.

Her discomfort was brief, but as his thumb pushed inside up to the knuckle, her pussy went crazy and small orgasms began to explode from her womb like firecrackers. Nigel thrusts his thumb in and out of her ass in time with his thrusting cock. “OH GOD! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” she screamed as the small orgasms turned big. “Stick your thumb in my ass. Oh, fuck this is good, so fucking good.” The big orgasms turned into two huge orgasms one right on top of the other. It caught her body so off guard she didn’t even have time to scream. The double orgasm stole all the strength from her body and nearly knocked her out. Her arms gave out and she collapsed on her head, ass still raised into his thrusting cock.

Half comatose, she was aware enough to whimper in protest when his thumb and pleasure-giving cock were removed from her body. “More,” she muttered softly into the sheet. “More. Fuck me more.”

Nigel fingered her sphincter again, testing it. She glanced left, staring at his monstrosity of a cock rising like a police baton from between his legs. He was grabbing the shaft, and pushing it back down. Megan groaned in anticipation of having his cock back in her pussy, but when she felt the head against her body again, this time it was against her rosebud. “Been wanting to fuck me a white ass and yours is just about as perfect as a white ass can get,” he growled. The black bitches loved having him fuck their asses, but none of the white teens he’d fucked had let Big Nig anywhere near their ass cherries, even the ones high on ecstasy. Mrs. Heathcock had let him but screamed that her ass was tearing as soon as he pushed the head in.

Megan’s heart was pounding so hard in her ears that she hadn’t heard what he said. “More,” she mumbled again, feeling his cock head on her ass, but assuming it was his thumb again. Her anus pushed inward again but seemed more reluctant to open for him, refusing to yield to the pressure. It pushed in farther before opening and stretching even wider around his thumb. Up to this point, it had felt good and then her anus opened wide enough that the large head of Big Nig pushed into her ass.

“OHMYGOD!” she gasped, the pain quickly waking her back up. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Her knuckles grabbed the sheets, digging into the mattress so hard they turned white.

“Damn, that ass is tight,” grunted Nigel. This time she could hear him. “Feels good. Feel good to you, baby?” he asked.

“NO! It hurts… too big… it’s too fucking big. Pull it out,” she begged, her eyes rolling up in her head as the fat bulbous head pushed deeper.

“You want me to pull it out?”

“Please,” she cried. “It’s too much.”

“If I pull out, Imma gonna go stick it up your daughter’s ass.”

“NO!” The thought of him pulling out and shoving his black cock in her sweet daughter’s ass horrified her, but that wasn’t her dominant emotion. She was consumed with jealousy at the thought that Nigel might prefer Michelle over her. She wanted Big Nig all to herself. “No, Nige… Jefferson, Fuck my ass. I want you to fuck my ass.” Megan forced herself back up onto all fours and wiggled her ass back into his cock. “Please keep fucking my ass,” she begged. It still hurt, worse than when she’d given birth, but she pushed her ass back into his cock, feeling the head push deeper inside her.

“Now you’re talking. If you’re begging to be my slut, Big Nig’s gonna tap this fine white ass once in a while,” he said, slapping his palm on one of her ass cheeks. Satisfied, his cock wouldn’t go much past the halfway point, Nigel grabbed her hips and began fucking her ass with half his cock. Her anus unclenched a little and Megan began willingly fucking him back. “That’s a good slut, Mrs. Milfvaney. You is liken it now and soon you’ll be loving it.”

What have I become, she thought? She’d gone to bed a faithful and loving wife and woke up a horny slut. Something had awakened her natural sluttiness even before Nigel had climbed into bed with her. Now she had tasted a black man’s semen, allowed him to fuck her until he filled her white womb up with his fertile black seed and now, he was fucking her ass, and damn him, he was right. She was starting to like it. “Yeah, fuck my ass,” she told him, knowing he liked the dirty talk. “Fuck my white ass with that big black cock.”

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” he grunted, pumping her faster, his cock battering her ass. His grip tightened on her waist, leaving red marks on her skin. Soon his mammoth balls emptied another load of semen, flooding her ass with his hot seed. He pulled Big Nig out, spurts of semen splattering on her ass cheeks, and the small of her back, and then some long strands of semen struck the back of her head leaving a trail down her back. Megan felt a rumbling in her rectum as her muscles involuntarily squeezed the large volume of semen in it. Nigel’s cum exploded out of her stretched-open sphincter in a little geyser that turned into a steady stream of white cum pouring from her anus.

Megan collapsed forward on the bed, her face in the pillow and her ass still raised. Nigel fell with a heavy thump beside her. They both fell quickly asleep. Megan moaned into the pillow. Nigel was behind her, hands on her hips, pulling her back into his cocks. The upper one was in her ass and the lower one in her pussy. She couldn’t decide where she liked it best, but luckily, he’d grown a second to fill both her needy holes. She was going to cum, the orgasm building to a huge bubble ready to burst violently from her womb…

She opened her eyes.

Her ass was still slightly lifting into the imaginary thrusts of her dream lover's cock. She could still feel a slight trickle pouring from her anus. The area around her ass, down her crack, and between her thighs was a wet sticky mess combined with dried crusty semen. Crusts of semen covered her body. She could feel it on her face, breasts, and back. The light was still on. Michelle’s alarm clock showed she’d only been asleep for a half hour. She rolled on her back. Her stomach was crusty around her bellybutton while the inside was still wet and sticky. She glanced over at Nigel, sleeping on his back, and then down at his crotch.

Damn, that thing is a monster, she thought.

Big Nig was laying over one of Nigel’s strong thighs. It was soft, but still around ten or eleven inches and plump. She reached down and grabbed it, hefting it to feel its weight. Her fingers stretched as it instantly swelled and grew another couple of inches. Soon her hand was sliding up and down his hard shaft.

“How are you hard again?” she mumbled to herself.

“Shit gurl, you used to white boy dick. Big Nig can go five, seven times a day.”

“No way,” she said, glancing at him. His eyes were still closed, broad chest rising and falling rhythmically as he breathed.

“Get up there and find out.”

Megan straddled him. Big Nig was too huge to squat over so she had to straddle his chest and slide back into him. She gasped as Nigel’s lips clamped down over one of her hard nipples. She reached back to grab his shaft and help guide the big head back into her pussy. He entered her. That strange feeling of euphoria that she’d had since waking to see Nigel’s dark form standing over the bed still permeated her body. Every nerve ending in her body felt awake and alive, her entire body and mind was experiencing a pleasure she’d never known before. And the greatest pleasure of all was feeling Big Nig slowly push inside her, her resized pussy taking him more easily this time. Megan shuddered and came as she pushed back into the length of Nigel’s big black cock and pushed herself off his chest so she could sit in his lap and experience the fullness of his penetration.

She moaned, her entire body trembling as she came around his cock. Her pussy tightened and squeezed the huge shaft, her vaginal muscles trying to milk the cum out of his balls. It wasn’t the biggest orgasm she’d had with Nigel, but it was the longest, lasting nearly a minute.

When Megan opened her eyes, she saw him differently. He wasn’t as ugly as she’d first thought, not handsome, but his brutish face was rugged and masculine. His body was magnificent. She slid her hands over his abdominals and up his chest, feeling the hard ridges of his muscles as she sat on his cock. Both their bodies were just so perfect they were meant to fuck each other and the contrast between their skin tones made it even more erotic.

“You’re not fucking my daughter,” she told him, looking into his dark eyes.

Nigel snorted. “No, I’m fucking her mother.”

“I mean it. Stay away from Michelle.” Michelle was supposed to go to college, meet a man like Frank, and live happily ever after in a big house with several tow-headed kids. But if Big Nig ever got in her… The tow-headed kids suddenly turned into black curly-haired dark mocha-colored children.

“I’m gonna fuck her, Mrs. Milfvaney,” said Nigel with a cocky smirk, his huge hands reaching up to squeeze her tits. His fingers tugged on her nipples. He pulled them so hard that her entire areola lifted off her breasts. It hurt but felt pleasurable at the same time. “Unless someone else keeps Big Nig so worn out, he can’t fuck her.”

“Then let's wear him out,” she told him, keeping eye contact as she began to ride his cock. She was grateful for all the years of jogging, working out, and yoga. It wasn’t just to maintain her figure; it was training for riding Nigel’s cock. A less fit woman wouldn’t have had the stamina to maintain the pace needed to drain Nigel’s balls, but she did. She fucked him through three more exhausting orgasms that nearly wiped her out. She didn’t stop until the final huge orgasm that made her throw her head back and cry out in ecstasy as Big Nig blew its vast nut into her fertile womb again. She sat still on his cock, letting her pussy muscles milk the shaft for every drop of his black seed.

**********

Michelle had woken up about the same time her mom did. She was still suffering from her aroused state that she’d noticed seemed to come right between her periods. She reached back into the drawer for the larger dildo. Using it had been the most sexually satisfying experience of her life and she was ready for round two.

She was still wet from earlier and easily took her mom’s ten-inch sex toy back inside her. She inserted it up to the base and flipped it on. She squealed as the dildo began shaking in her pussy. Michelle writhed on the bed, subconsciously lifting her hips up and down, pinching her nipples as the dildo worked its magic. She pictured herself back in the stall, jerking off Big Nig. She didn’t have her phone or she would have stared at the video of Nigel jerking off the black penis she’d become so infatuated with. The dildo and her fantasy did the trick and she came quickly.

Michelle smiled and relaxed in bed for a moment, feeling sexually satisfied for the first time in her young life. Bigger was better, she thought. She almost fell back asleep but forced herself to get up and use her mom’s toilet. She also washed the dildo.

She thought she heard something in the hallway and curious opened the door to peek out. Her mom was taking a shower in the middle of the night. Unusual, she thought, wondering if she should check up on her, but she was still pissed off at her mother and closed the door.

Michelle thought about returning the dildo to the drawer, but as she stared at it, she had another idea. She kneeled by the bed and held the dildo up on the edge of the bed. She brought her lips down to the tip and parted them around the head. She wanted to do a good job when she finally got to suck Big Nig and the large dildo would be good practice.

It wasn’t easy. She wanted to gag the moment the tip reached the back of her throat. She grabbed the shaft and bobbed her head over the tip. Nigel was so big; she could have placed both hands on the shaft when doing this. She concentrated on breathing through her nose before pushing forward and letting the large tip stretch out her throat. She had to quit, gagging several more times, but by the end of her practice session, she’d managed to swallow the entire dildo. The trick was to deep-throat it as long as possible, but when it became too much she’d pull back and suck the tip while jerking it off until she was ready to deep-throat it again. Again, she pictured herself sitting in the bathroom stall sucking Big Nig while Nigel’s strong hand held the back of her head guiding her up and down his monster cock.

Satisfied, Michelle put the dildo away but set her mom’s alarm early so that she could have another session with it in the morning. Her aroused state usually lasted several days and she’d be horny when she woke up.

**********

Michelle did use it again in the morning. She washed it in the bathroom before replacing it in the drawer. Michelle then took a shower in her mom’s bathroom and wrapped a towel around her body. She left the bedroom and walked down the hall to hers, but when she tried the door, it was locked. “Mom, open up. I need some clothes for school.”

“Gif me a minift,” said her mom.

“You okay, mom? You’re not eating in my bed, are you?”

“Just a protein shake, dear,” replied Megan. “I’m not feeling well. Why don’t you go eat something and I’ll clear out of your room.”

“Alright.” A protein shake wasn’t an unusual breakfast for her mom. Michelle would just eat some yogurt herself. Michelle headed downstairs and got some yogurt out of the fridge. She sat at the table and ate it as well as a banana from the fruit basket.

“All clear,” yelled Megan from upstairs.

“Finally,” muttered, the teen. She glanced at the clock on the microwave. Michelle got up from the table and threw away her empty yogurt container.

As she left the kitchen, Nigel dropped to the ground from a branch in the oak tree.

**********

Michelle crinkled her nose. Her bedroom smelled of sweat. The bed had been stripped and the sheets were on the floor. Her window was still open and a cool breeze was helping air out the room. Her mom must have had a fever break in the middle of the night. That would explain the smell and her late-night shower.

She dropped the towel and retrieved some underwear from her dresser. All her bra and panties were lacy and sexy though only Darren had seen her in her underwear. The panty was a thong that left her well-rounded rear end visible. She pulled out some cutoff jean shorts and a pink short-sleeved crop top that left her navel visible. Her mom wouldn’t like this outfit either, but fuck her. Nigel would like it. If he showed up to school today and saw her in it that is.

Michelle left her room and ran into Megan coming out of her room, freshly showered and wearing her robe. “You okay?”

Megan nodded. “Had a rough night is all. I’ll probably nap most of the day.” Her mom did look bad. Her eyes were a little red and her cheeks were puffy. “I’ll wash your sheets and make your bed.”

“Gotta get going, mom.”

“Sure. Your phone and keys are in the kitchen cabinet.”

Michelle grabbed her phone and keys from the cabinet. She’d missed a few texts from Jefferson.

“I’m on my way.”

“I’m outside your house.”

“Let me know when you want me to come up.”

“Where you at, baby gurl?”

“Answer me, bitch!”

“Fuck, I hope he’s not mad at me,” she muttered. Nigel had a DUI and didn’t have a license. He had people who drove him around or he hitched a ride. She lived a long way from his house. Michelle opened the garage door, still looking at her phone. She typed:

Sorry, Jeff. Mom grounded me. I’ll make it up to you.”

There was a text beep behind her. Michelle spun around.

“How you gonna make it up to me, baby gurl?” said Nigel Jefferson, grinning at her as he put his phone away.

“NIG… Jeff, what are you doing here?” she asked with shock. “Did you sleep here?”

“Nobody gonna pick up a hitchhiker that looks like me in the dark,” he answered. “Had to sleep somewhere.”

“Oh Jeff, I’m so sorry.” She ran up and hugged the huge black man, crinkling her nose at his body odor. Big Nig felt like a powerful coiled serpent as it pressed into her stomach.

He shrugged. “I found a way to occupy my time.” He smirked. “Now, Imma gonna ask you again, how you gonna make it up to me?”

Big Nig swelled pressing up against her. Now or never, she thought. She stepped back slightly. Her hands came up to his jeans, fumbling with the buttons and pulling his zipper down. She wiggled his jeans under his hips. Nigel was wearing white briefs or at least they were once white. The bulging front was stained yellow and there were some rips near the waistband. The stench coming off his crotch was worse than the body odor coming off the rest of him.

The odor was worse when she pulled his underwear out and down releasing Big Nig. His mighty cock fell out, the head hanging down, but lifting, struggling to rise under its weight. Michelle gasped in awe at the sight of his magnificent cock yet repulsed by its stench. Nigel clearly hadn’t showered in a while and his crotch stank. His pubic hair was matted and crusted with dried semen. More dried semen and other crusty stuff covered his shaft. She pictured him horny and frustrated, trying to sleep on the cement of her garage and jerking Big Nig off to ease his frustration. Poor baby, this was all her fault.

“How you gonna make it up to me?” he grunted.

Michelle looked up at him and fell to her knees before him. She grabbed Big Nig, gently tugging on the shaft. It swelled and grew in her hands taking longer than expected, but it did grow. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of the grimy head before slowly spreading her lips apart and taking the head in her mouth. Michelle began bobbing her head, glad she’d practiced with the larger dildo. Big Nig finally swelled and hardened completely as she sucked the tip of the huge black cock.

The end of his cock pushed into her throat and she choked briefly, fighting not to gag. She didn’t give up, grabbing his hips and pulling herself forward until Big Nig brushed past her uvula and squeezed through her tonsils. Again, she fought not to gag and Nigel’s sweaty semen stench filling her nostrils didn’t help either but she forced herself to continue. She managed half and knew she could go no further though she hoped over time, she might take more of him.

Nigel pulled his shirt off over his head and Michelle found herself staring up at his muscular body. She raised her hands from his hips and let her palms slide over his hard stomach and up to the bulging abs above his navel. Her eyes kept going to his navel, focusing on the dark hole of his belly button. Her hands slid down over his thighs, cupping and weighing his heavy testicles, but her eyes never left his black belly button.

Michelle practiced yoga and meditation with her mother, though usually only once a week while her mom did it daily. Nigel’s navel focused her attention as she entered a zen-like state, she’d never achieved before through meditation. She moaned her pleasure at sucking such a perfect cock. Her throat stretched to accommodate his girth. The stench filling her nostrils no longer bothered her. It called to her. As did his belly button. The ball of energy filling her forehead, her mind’s eye, desired to become one with his dark navel. There was only her throat and sucking Nigel’s big black cock. Nothing else mattered. Throat. Suck. Cock.

Nigel Jefferson’s loud bellow snapped her out of it. His hands were on her head, squeezing her hard. His manly stench filled her nostrils as they were being tickled by his coarse dark pubic hair. Big Nig was pulsing and jerking, filling her stomach with his semen. Her forehead was pressed against his navel. His entire 12” big black cock was in her mouth! She’d swallowed the whole thing and not even realized it. Michelle pushed back and Nigel released his grip on her head. Inch after inch of slick black cock emerged from between her lips as the monster slowly exited her throat. As the crown pushed back into her lips, her mouth filled with his hot delicious semen. She swallowed and swallowed again, loving the taste and knowing she’d want more.

Nigel grabbed the base of his swollen cock and pulled back, jerking the shaft to shoot some more wads of cum across her outstretched tongue. “Damn baby gurl, you suck cock like a pro,” he grunted. “You sure you never sucked black cock before?”

“No, never,” she replied, grinning and blushing. Michelle was thrilled she’d pleased him. It felt natural kneeling between Nigel’s legs and servicing his cock. She felt as satisfied sucking him off as he was getting sucked off. “Anytime, Jeff,” she told him, kissing the tip of Big Nig.  It didn’t smell as bad now. Blowing him had cleaned the shaft off though there was still a stench coming off his pubes. “Better get going,” she said, checking the time on her phone.

“Catch a ride?”

“Of course,” she replied.

The drive to school was mostly quiet. Michelle found herself squirming in her seat as she sat next to the giant black man. He still stank, but the smell of him was turning her on. “I’m ready,” she mumbled.

Nigel slowly turned his head to look at her. “For what?” he asked.

“To have sex.”

“Say it.”

“I want to fuck you.”

“Say it.”

“I… I want to be blacked by Big Nig.”

“When?”

“Right now. I’ve never been more ready. My pussy… my white pussy’s yearning for your big black cock.”

“Now ya talkin’. Park over by the stadium.”

She retrieved a blanket that she kept for sunbathing from the trunk of her car and carried it as they walked into the stadium. It was empty and would be for most of the day. Locals sometimes ran the track, but they weren’t allowed during school hours. She was nervous, her heart pounding in her chest, and her legs felt weak as she walked beside the giant black man. Her nipples were practically pulling her areola off her breasts they were so swollen. Her pussy felt like it was continuously lubricating at the thought of experiencing Big Nig. Darren had managed to arouse her, but it was nothing like this and even though he’d aroused her, he’d never satisfied her.

She spread the blanket out on the field. Then the two would-be lovers stared at each other from opposite sides of the blanket for a moment before Nigel made the first move. He pulled his shirt off over his head. Michelle followed, pulling off her little pink crop top and dropping it on the grass. She then removed her bra and stood topless staring at the huge black man. Nigel undid his pants and pushed them down, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his pants. He stood up, Big Nig straining to burst out of the yellow-stained briefs. Michelle turned away and wiggled her cutoffs down her legs. She smiled when she heard a loud snort as her bare ass appeared.

Before she could turn around, Nigel’s hand was clamping down on her shoulder. His finger slipped under the thong at the small of her bag and slid down, pulling the thin strip of material out from between her ass cheeks, grabbing it, and yanking it down off her thighs, completely stripping her.

Nigel slid his hand around her waist and over her blonde pubes. She gasped as two fingers pushed inside her. His other hand slid down her arm before moving under her arm and around to grab her breasts. Squeezing them roughly and pinching her nipple while he fingered her sopping wet pussy with his other hand. Michelle whimpered, moaning, pushing her pussy down into Nigel’s finger, embarrassed by the squishing sounds coming from her crotch. It wasn’t long before she had her first orgasm, trembling, her legs weakening. She stumbled, but the strong black hand cupping her breasts, squeezed tighter and held her against his strong chest.

“Ready, baby gurl?” he whispered in her ear, kissing it and moving his lips down her cheek to her neck.

“Un-huh,” she nodded eagerly. She circled her crotch around the fingers still in her pussy.

“Then git yo ass on the blanket.” He let go and slapped her on the ass to hurry up.

Michelle moved to the blanket glancing at Nigel. Big Nig had forced its way out of his underwear in its eagerness. A brief smile crossed her lips. The huge cock had seemed worn out when she blew him and she’d been worried he might have trouble getting it up one more time. She’d been worried for nothing. Nigel bent over and pushed his underwear down, stepping out of it. She got on her hands and knees on the blanket.

“On your back, baby gurl,” he told her. “You need to see yourself getting blacked the first time.”

Michelle rolled over, opening her legs for him. She stared in awe and a little fear at the giant black cock sticking out between Nigel’s legs as he kneeled, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her legs apart. Instead of moving closer to her, he pulled back on her ankles, bringing her closer to him. “Sweet Jesus,” she mumbled, staring at Big Nig rising above her stomach. The head was past her navel. She wondered how much she could take. He moved back, his hand reaching out to grab the base of Big Nig so that he could bend it down. That huge bulbous cock head was dribbling precum down on her blonde pubes. “Oh shit, Big Nig. You need to put a condom on,” she said, addressing his cock like it was a separate entity as he often did.

“You ever seen a dong bag big enough for Big Nig?”

“No,” she confessed. Darren’s condom had been around six inches long and dangerously loose on his thin white dick. That condom would have ripped just trying to stretch it around the head of Big Nig. He was rubbing the head of Big Nig along her wet slit now and her body was responding by trying to raise up into him. “Just pull out,” she begged.

“You’ll find that it’s a lot better bareback,” he promised. “Hold dem legs open.”

Michelle whimpered in nervous anticipation. She grabbed her thighs and spread her legs as far as she could giving him an embarrassing view of her pussy. She couldn’t see the tip of his cock, but she could see the large flare of the crown rising above her pubes. Her pussy lips pushed inside her, slowly parting, opening wider than they ever had for the oversized invader. The crown plowed forward and she grunted as it disappeared inside her. It reappeared briefly and was gone again, this time deeper inside her. Then again, this time the black flare was glistening in the sunlight wet with her arousal and then it was gone for good. Nigel worked his cock in and out, opening her wider than she’d ever been before. “Fuck, it’s big,” she moaned. Big Nig was borderline too much for her as her pussy struggled to accommodate its girth. The huge black cock wasn’t just more than twice as long as Darren’s dick, but at least three times as wide. “Stop. STOP! It’s too much. You’re too big!” she whimpered almost crying. Big Nig was more intrusive than pleasurable. She was starting to feel like it might rip her in two. From what she could see of the shaft sticking out of her, she hadn’t even taken half. To his credit, Nigel had stopped forcing his cock into her. “Sorry,” she whimpered.

“Relax, baby gurl. This is your first time getting blacked. It’s gonna take a while for your pussy to resize that’s all.”

“I can’t, Jeff. It’s too much. You’re too fucking big.” To her surprise, even though she still felt too stuffed to get any pleasure out of Big Nig, her crotch was still slowly raising into his shaft, like her body wanted more of it.

“We’ll take our time.” He worked his cock in and out some, not pushing it deeper. She grunted the first time he pushed it back in, moaning in pleasure on the fourth. The fifth thrust, he pushed it in almost a full inch deeper.

“UNH!” She shuddered. The last push had entered new territory. He held still again. “No,” she said. “Keep working it.” Michelle closed her eyes, concentrating on her breathing. She focused on her pussy. In her mind’s eye, she became her pussy. Her pussy wanted to take Big Nig in its entirety. She wanted to take the big black cock in its entirety. She stretched to accommodate him, willing herself to lubricate the dark piston inside her to make its thrusting probes even smoother. The head pressed up against her cervix, knocking at the entrance to her womb, spitting precum on it to soften it. There was a brief moment of pain that almost took her out of her trance as the head pushed in. She gripped and squeezed the shaft, tugging inwards, taking the last few inches until she had accepted Big Nig up to the root. Her vagina stretched to its limit, permanently changing to accommodate the giant cock inside her. It was resizing itself for Big Nig. She’d never be satisfied with anything smaller again. This was what her body was built for. This was what her body would crave from now on. Nigel’s entire cock felt hot inside her, but suddenly the swollen head began to give off even more heat, surpassing his body temperature.

Her pussy began little tremors around the head of his cock, the walls of her inner vagina expanding and contracting downwards until it was squeezing and releasing around his entire shaft. The heat from the head grew to fill her womb which suddenly felt more like a pressure cooker struggling to maintain the growing power within.

The pressure exploded!

Michelle’s eyes flew open as waves of pleasure burst through her body, curling her toes and making her entire body shake. Her orgasmic scream echoed through the empty stadium.

“That’s it baby gurl, cum all over that big black cock.”

She was cumming, cumming harder than she had with the dildo that morning. This was bigger. This was better. This was the real thing. Big Nig made her feel better than any of the drugs he peddled could have. This kind of pleasure was even more addictive and she’d never be able to say no to this big black cock. “Fuck me,” she begged. “FUCK ME, BIG NIG!”

Nigel took over, hefting her legs under his arms and raising her crotch up to line it up with his cock. “This Big Nig’s pussy now, baby gurl?” He pulled half his cock out slowly pushing it back in.

“Oh god yes! This is your pussy now,” she cried, squirming in pleasure on the blanket.

“Hear that Big Nig? You just made another black-only slut.”

Michelle squealed when Big Nig flexed inside her like it was nodding in agreement with Nigel’s comment. She felt hot pressure growing again. It doubled when Nigel began thrusting faster and harder. His stamina put Darren to shame. Her ex-boyfriend was lucky to last five minutes and that was if he paced himself, he’d have cum in seconds at this speed. The pressure exploded out of her in another powerful orgasm that had her screaming again.

When she recovered, Nigel had slowed, working his cock in and out just enjoying the feel of her hot pussy. “That’s some good white pussy, ain’t it, Big Nig?” Again, he flexed his cock in answer and Michelle began wondering if there might be something wrong with Nigel. Perhaps some sort of split personality between him and his penis or maybe a dissociative disorder.

“Nooooo,” she mewled when Nigel pulled Big Nig out. His massive black cock sprang up, dripping her arousal all over her pubes and belly.

“Big Nig wants you to ride him, slut,” grunted Nigel. He moved over her, rolling over, and laid on his back.

Michelle was weak and exhausted from the two huge orgasms but managed to roll over and straddle Nigel’s thighs. Big Nig was simply too big to lower herself over so she slid her wet pussy up along the shaft, pushing down around the head until her pussy lips were embracing the head. She pushed down, engulfing his bulbous cock head, and slid back. Michelle arched her back, moaning in ecstasy as once again Big Nig filled her pussy. She pushed herself up off his chest and lifted herself slightly before sinking into the full length of his 12” big black cock, shuddering from another strong orgasm as she did.

Nigel pulled her forward slightly so that he could lean up and suck one of her swollen nipples into his mouth so violently that the entire tip of her breast was between his lips. Michelle moaned, the stimulation of her sensitive nipples making his cock feel even better. He moved to her other nipple, kneading and squeezing her breast while pinching her hard saliva saliva-dripping nipple between his fingers. Michelle came again slowly riding his shaft while having her nipple stimulated. It was a smaller orgasm, but still better than any her fingers had ever given her.

“Oh god, I love your cock,” she cried, throwing her head back and staring at the blue sky.

The pressure began growing in her womb again. Though weak and exhausted, Michelle rode Big Nig as hard as she could. She was desperate to cum again before he did though she was starting to think he could last forever. The heat and the pressure grew. She humped him faster, but something was holding her back. “Please,” she begged, “let me cum.”

Nigel let out a grunt. His cock swelled feeling even bigger inside her. “Getting close,” he groaned.

“NO!” she cried, humping faster. “Please hold on. Hold on. Let me cum again.” What was wrong? She was right on the edge of another huge orgasm. The others had come so easily.

“Here comes my nut.”

“Not yet,” she groaned, still riding his shaft as hard as she could with her strength almost gone. “Oh fuck,” she whined, giving up. “Please, I need it,” she cried, even as she raised herself on her knees, trying to escape his fast-approaching orgasm, but his cock was too big. She couldn’t lift herself off him. “Help me,” she begged. “Lift me up.” Nigel chuckled, reaching under her and grabbing her ass cheeks. He slowly raised her up his shaft. Michelle never stopped humping his cock as it slowly exited her pussy. “Stop,” she said as an unbearable emptiness filled her womb. Nigel just pulled his hands out from under her and she slammed back down onto his cock. “YYEESS!!” she cried as he filled her once again, but still her orgasm didn’t break. “Hold on,” she begged, using the last of her strength to use his cock to get herself off.

“Gonna seed that white pussy good,” baby gurl,” he grunted, bucking his hips into her each time she sank down in his lap.

“Dear god! Please let me cum first.” Michelle collapsed as her leg strength gave out. She laid on his chest her lips finding his, their tongues meeting in a passionate dance. She used her hands to push herself back into the rising of his hips. She lied to herself, thinking that she could sense when he was about to cum, and slide herself forward unto Big Nig popped out.

“Here it cums, gurl. Gonna knock you up with a black baby.”

“Please Nigel, don’t,” she begged, crawling forward, inch after inch of his thick black shaft exiting her pussy. He just grabbed her waist and pushed her back into his shaft, preventing her escape. “YYESSS!” she hissed. “Oh fuck! Do it! DO IT! CUM IN ME!” she screamed working her pussy as Nigel rapidly raised his hips, fucking her fast with his cock.

“You know what’s gonna happen if I do,” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes. Please, I want it. I need it.” She threw her head back, moaning in pleasure.

Nigel’s cock exploded.

She did need it. The second she felt his hot seed filling her womb, her orgasm broke. It was her biggest yet, her contractions sucking up his plentiful seed right into her fertile womb. Nothing in her life had ever felt so good. Big Nig continued pumping her womb full of sperm, her pussy muscles squeezing his shaft to milk every drop from his nuts. With each spurt of his seed, Michelle continued to cum, her orgasm lessening as the bucking of his cock slowed. Finally, Big Nig quit jerking inside her and her orgasm stopped. Michelle collapsed on his hard chest, breathing heavily

“That was amazing,” she moaned, wiggling her hips. Big Nig was still inside her but had gone soft. Losing its erection had allowed his voluminous load to pour out of her and she was now sitting in a pool of his semen. Michelle forced herself up. “I love you,” she told him, looking in his hard eyes. “Do you love me?”

“Sure, baby gurl,” he replied, slapping her ass. The hardness in his eyes never softened. “Jump up.” He slapped her again.

Michelle squirmed off him, more semen pouring from her pussy as his spent cock plopped out. Nigel climbed to his feet on the blanket. Big Nig swung between his thigh, soft, but still plump. Michelle leaned forward and took him in her mouth. She stared worshipfully up at Nigel Jefferson as she sucked on the end of his cock.

“Oh,” he groaned. “What are you doing?”

She continued to stare as she brought her lips closer to his semen-covered matted pubic hair. Her nose crinkled as she smelled the funky odor. Michelle pulled back, letting his cock exit her mouth. She planted a kiss on the tip of the slightly reinvigorated cock. “Just cleaning your cock off for you.”

Nigel glanced down at Big Nig, no longer dangling, but now rising about 25 degrees. “You Mulvaney’s are something else,” he mumbled.

Michelle smiled, assuming he was only talking about her. She stood. “What now?”

“I say we sneak into the showers and clean up.”

“Good idea. No offense, but you need a shower.”

“So do you, baby gurl,” replied Nigel, pointing down between her legs. Large globs of semen were rolling down her inner thighs. “Meet me after the shower and be quick. I don’t want to miss lunch.”

**********

Luckily, there wasn’t a gym class this period and Michelle was able to use the girl’s shower alone. She pushed on her belly, the trickle of semen leaking from her pussy turned into a stream. She squatted in the shower and tried to force more of Nigel’s seed out of her. The shower pushed large clumps of his semen into the drain. She forced a lot out, but it wasn’t enough. She’d be carrying a large amount of Big Nig’s seed around with her for a while. Whatever the consequences, the experience had been the most satisfying in her life and the only thing she regretted was not fucking Big Nig the first time she saw it in the bathroom stall at the pool that day.

She had a towel in her locker and dried herself off before dressing herself. A freshly showered Nigel was waiting for her. He held out his hand and she took it just as the lunch bell rang.

Students flooded the hall. Many froze, blatantly staring at the most popular girl in school walking down the hall with the infamous black thug. Nigel grinned at all the attention. “Listen up, baby gurl,” he said. “This is how it’s gonna work. My niggas want a little somethin somethin on the side. You know what I’m sayin?”

“Not really.”

“We an item now. You gonna tell all yo friends about Big Nig. Showem the video I sent ya. Tell them what it was like getting blacked. You know what I’m sayin?”

“Yeah, I get it,” she said, nodding.

“Good. Now come lunch, you gonna sit with me and my niggas. By the end of the school year, I want all the cheerleaders integrated with my niggas.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“Now that’s what I’m talkin about,” he said releasing her hand and slapping her on the ass. There were loud gasps from some students in the hall. “You doin yo friends a favor getting them away from little white boy dick.” He reached around her waist and slipped his hand into her back pocket.

“Yeah,” said Michelle. “I am doing them a favor aren’t I.”

Michelle was embarrassed sitting down at the black boy's table. Not because she was sitting with them, but because she’d gone to school with most of the six other black students for twelve years and only knew one of their names. That was Dwayne Johnson. She’d helped tutor him in tenth grade. Nigel introduced them. They all stared at her. The entire cafeteria was staring at her. Her click was staring at her in shock. Her usual table consisted of five senior cheerleaders and two of her friends on the swim team.

Michelle was shocked when two of her friends immediately got up from their table and carried their trays over to join her with the black boys. Integrating the two groups might be easier than she thought.

Nigel wasn’t surprised to see them. Erika and Emma were the two he’d given drugs to in exchange for blowing him. Of course, once they saw Big Nig, they had to try him out. These two had already been blacked.

“Guys this is Erika and Emma,” said Michelle.

Both ladies were fine. Erika had a lean body, and small titties, but a great ass. Emma had titties almost as big as Michelle’s, but she was plumper too. She’d been a great fuck. No nigga would turn down a woman with jiggle. “Erika, dat niggas my boy Antonio,” said Nigel, introducing her to the tall lean basketball player she sat next to. “And Emma, that niggas Dwayne. You two got a lot in common.”

“Like what?” asked the plump girl.

“He’s got something you really like,” said Nigel.

Lunch went well. The girls at Michelle’s old table continued to stare, lean in, and whisper among themselves. Antonio was leaning into Erika having a deep conversation. “OH MY!” said Emma, suddenly. “That is something I like.” Her hand was under the table in Dwayne’s lap. Her eyes were wide and she had a pleased expression.

“Emma. Emma. EMMA!”

“What?” Emma looked up, annoyed at being interrupted.

Her boyfriend was standing by the table. “You want to get out of here and go study?”

“No honey, you run along. We’ll talk later.”

“Run along white boy,” said someone at the table.

“Don’t worry, it’s over,” said Emma to Dwayne. “Been over for a while now,” she added with a glance at Nigel.

The bell rang. “That’s it, I’m out of here,” said Nigel, standing.

“You leaving?” asked Michelle.

“Yeah, I usually leave after lunch. Don’t even remember what class I’m supposed to be going to.”

“Well, call me later. Wait, I’m still grounded and might not be able to answer.”

“That’s fine, baby gurl. Come give daddy a kiss.”

More stares and gasps when Nigel leaned down and gave Michelle a long passionate kiss, his hands reaching down to grab her ass cheeks and pull her up against his crotch. “When can we…” she whispered.

“Fuck again? We’ll find the time. We gonna fuck a lot, baby gurl. Don’t you worry.”

Michelle sighed, staring at him longingly as he left.

For Michelle, the rest of the day went normally. She was a senior and popular. No one questioned her absence for the first part of the day. When the final bell rang, she met up with her fellow cheerleaders for practice. Most seemed distracted, looking at her funny, and she heard snickers behind her back.

“You’re late,” said Michelle when Emma showed up halfway through practice.

“Sorry,” replied the full-figured cheerleader. “Something came up.”

Michelle's lips curled up in a wry grin. Emma’s cheeks had the same puffy look, her own had after sucking black cock. Dwayne must be very happy right now. Her mind wondered what his cock might look like. Emma had seemed very impressed at the lunch table when her hand was in his lap.

The day had turned hot and the young women were sweaty. They stripped in the locker room.

“I hear once you go black…”

Michelle turned. The girls were staring at her snickering again. “I can assure you, that saying is true,” she told them. There were gasps.

“Tell us.”

“What happened?”

“Yeah, how’d you hook up with Nigel Jefferson?”

So, she told them. The women showered and Michelle told them everything. She told them about first seeing Big Nig in the bathroom stall at the pool, jerking him off, and how she instantly became obsessed with his foot-long big black cock. They listened raptly about how he had slept in her garage and she had made it up to him with a blow job, and finally, she explained why she was late that day and how she fucked him on the football field, dwelling on how powerful her orgasms were.

“I call bullshit. Penises don’t get that big.”

“Yeah, Dan’s isn’t even five inches.”

“You poor thing,” replied Michelle. Dan was a muscular solidly built linebacker for the team. A five-inch penis would look pathetic sticking out of his huge body. She turned to the other girl. “And you’re right, penises don’t get that big, but Big Nig isn’t a penis. It’s a cock. A big black cock.”

“I still don’t believe you.”

“I’ll show you.”

The women exited the shower and dried themselves off in the locker room. Michelle took out her phone and let them watch the video of Nigel jerking off Big Nig. Their expressions varied from fascination to awe to shock and horror. A dozen nipples hardened. Cheeks flushed. Breathing quickened.

The seed had been sown.

**********

Nigel left pleased. He was grooming both Antonio and Dwayne to take over his drug operations in school next year. Both were seniors but both were being held back a year for bad grades and attendance. It was good to keep them happy and white cheerleader pussy would keep them very happy.

No one picked him up and he was forced to walk several miles to Main Street. He stopped off at the drug store, the clerk eyeing the giant black man warily. Nigel didn’t blame him. He’d shoplifted here back in his early teens. He purchased some vitamin supplements.

Even Big Nig had his limits.

A ride home was easier. He found someone he supplied weed for and gave him a discount for a lift home. Nigel got dropped off at his mom’s low-income apartment complex and headed straight for bed. He stripped and laid down on the bedspread. The room was hot and their air conditioner didn’t work so sweat quickly formed on his bare chest. He put his hands behind his head and stared up at the dark mold on his ceiling.

Trying to fall asleep in this shithole made him miss Michelle’s bedroom, its cleanliness, the smell of freshly laundered sheets, but even more the freshly washed lavender scent of Mrs. Mulvaney. A smirk tugged at his lips as he thought about Megan and Michelle. Hell, they were probably both knocked up already and if not, they would be by the time he was done with them.

He immediately decided he wanted what Mr. Mulvaney had.

The way he saw it, Frank Mulvaney was probably a cuck. Deep down most weaker men were. He was probably going to get off watching Big Nig black his wife. Or he was going to throw her out? If he threw her out, she was going to need income. He pictured her selling dope to all her PTA friends, another one of his future earners like Dwayne.

But that didn’t get him the nice house, clean sheets, and the home-cooked meals?

Another idea formed in his mind. If Frank wasn’t a cuck, then they could set him up. Have one of his niggas film he and Megan fucking and make it look like it was something Frank wanted.

“Are you happy, Frank? Is this what you wanted? To see your wife fucking a black man?” asked Megan riding Big Nig while looking at the camera.

That would give Megan leverage in a divorce. She could keep the house and he could move in with mother and daughter. A black baby might ruin things for Michelle’s plan for college. Or Megan could watch both babies while Michelle was at school. Michelle might even help expand his business opportunities to college.

If college didn’t work out, a club he frequented was always looking for dancers. Fuck, with Michelle’s body, she’d make more stripping than she would with any degree. So would Megan. And there was always porn. With their hot bodies and Big Nig, they could generate a lot of extra income on Pornhub and probably make a small fortune on OnlyFans.

Sounds like a plan, he thought as he began to doze off.

Things were looking up for Nigel Jefferson.

**********

Megan had napped most of the morning. She got up, showered, and did her morning jog to the gym and back. Only when she was home did it occur to her that she should have stopped off at the drug store and gotten the morning-after pill and maybe gotten back on birth control again. Oh well, there was always tomorrow.

She was still sweaty from her workout and yoga as she returned to her room. As strange as it sounded, she was still horny. She’d always had a high sex drive, but after her night with Big Nig, she should have been a well-satisfied woman and she was well-satisfied, only she wanted more.

She went over to her bed and opened her drawer, pulling out the larger dildo. It looked small to her now. Not worth the bother. Megan replaced the dildo, walked over to her desk, and opened her laptop.

“I can't believe Amazon sells these,” she mumbled after searching for black dildos. She selected a 12” lifelike black cock with a remote-control vibrator. “Time for an upgrade,” she said, purchasing it and paying for expedited shipping.

Megan skipped playing with herself and took her shower. She pulled one of her summer dresses on and went to the laundry room to pull Michelle’s sheets out of the dryer before carrying them up to her room and making the bed.

Megan was trying to decide what to make for dinner when Michelle arrived home. She was expecting an attitude or maybe even a fight from her daughter, but Michelle came in smiling walked over, and hugged her mom. “I’m sorry, mom,” she said.

“I’m sorry too, Shelly,” she replied, almost adding that she’d never stolen one of her boyfriends, but deciding to keep quiet. She broke the hug, but kept her hands on her daughter’s arms, smiling at her. It was good to see her in such a good mood. “You look so beautiful,” she told her daughter. “You’re positively glowing.”

“You too, Mom. I’m glad to see you’re feeling better. You looked a little rough this morning.”

“Didn’t sleep much in your bed last night.”

“Well then… if we’re all good, maybe we can switch back?”

Megan was about to lift Michelle’s grounding when she froze. What if Nigel showed back up that night? “One more night,” she said. If Nigel showed up tonight, she could tell him she’d leave the sliding glass door unlocked for him the next time he came. “But you can keep your phone.”

Michelle looked like she might argue, but consented and nodded her acquiescence. “What’s for dinner?”

“How about we go out?”

“Sounds good.”

They went out to dinner and it was like old times. Mother and daughter felt close again. When they got back, Megan made some popcorn and Michelle leaned against her as they watched a movie on television. Afterward, she kissed her daughter goodnight and went up to the bathroom for her nightly bathing ritual.

Clean, smelling of lavender, her legs shaved, and her skin still shining from rubbing baby oil all over her, she entered Michelle’s room. She glanced at the window and the dark outlines of the big oak’s branches barely visible in the dark. Her daughter’s room felt stuffy. She strolled over to the window and threw the shutters open. An invitation? Cool air quickly blew into the room, hardening Megan’s nipples. Staring out into the darkness and illuminated by the bedroom’s light, Megan loosened her belt and let the robe fall off her body. Any watcher in the darkness could see her upper torso. Another invitation?

She turned and laid down naked on Michelle’s bed, reaching over to turn out the light. The cool breeze not only raised her nipples to attention, but it raised her areolae off her breasts, little bumps appearing on her pink circles. Megan stared at the window. She tried to fight the urge to finger herself, but failed, moving her hand down between her legs, slowly rubbing her finger up and down her wet slit, still staring out the window.

She wished she had her dildo. She wished her big black dildo had arrived. Just thinking about it had her pussy craving the big black dildo… cock. Her pussy was craving the real thing. It wanted a big black cock. It wanted Big Nig. She wanted Big Nig.

A sound outside.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She heard a grunt.

Megan held her breath in anticipation.

The shadow of a big head rose in the window, followed by an even larger body.

Megan’s body automatically responded. She bent her legs at the knees and spread them open as the muscular shadow climbed in through the window.

And soon it joined her in the bed.

 

Epilogue

Frank was whistling when he got home a few afternoons later. He smiled as he checked his watch. If he knew his wife and he did, she was out for her afternoon workout and would be jogging home in an hour or so. And if he knew his wife, she would more than be up for a little afternoon delight before Michelle got home from school.

He was still whistling as he climbed the stairs. He loosened his tie, took it off, and tossed it on a chair. Frank walked over to his side of the bed and pulled the drawer open. In the back of the drawer, he’d hid some penis pills. He pulled out his prescription bottle and popped two pills into his mouth. He could get by without them, but lately, his penis had been having a tendency to turn floppy and the pills helped keep him hard. He also removed a sleeve of condoms and ripped one off. He slid it under the pillow. Megan preferred it bareback ever since he’d been snipped, but the condom helped with his stamina issues. Not that his stamina issues were his fault, it was just that Megan’s pussy was so damned welcoming. Its heat and wetness just seemed to suck the semen right out of his balls. The pills and condom would help, but they’d been apart for a while and he knew he wasn’t going to last much more than a few minutes. Step two in his plan for some reunion sex was to go over to her side of the bed and retrieve her vibrating dildo. He always hid it under the pillow beside his condom as Megan needed more time to orgasm than he could give her.

But when he pulled her drawer open, he got a surprise.

Frank’s good mood quickly evaporated into one of horror as he reached in and grabbed the monstrous dildo, he found himself staring at. He raised the powerful sex toy and gawked at it. “No,” he muttered in denial as his eyes ran down the length of the lifelike rubber penis. It was twice the size of his penis and considerably thicker. He flipped the switch on the base and almost dropped the thing as it began violently shaking. It was even more powerful than her normal vibrator too. “There’s no way, she can take this thing,” he muttered.

Frank sat on the bed staring at it for several minutes not sure what to do with it. The damn thing made him feel inadequate, but if Megan needed something this big… He’d surprise her after sex and use it on her, confronting her about it as she was cumming. Frank pushed the monster dildo under her pillow.

And bumped into something else.

Curious, he released the dildo and grabbed the other object. It was tubular and thicker than the dildo. He pulled the thing out from under the pillow, feeling the color drain from his cheeks as his brain registered what he was holding. Everything went dark for a moment and he nearly fainted.

“No, dear god, no,” he muttered gasping. His heart was racing as he raised the giant black dildo before his eyes. It too, was lifelike, but unrealistic as the thing was at least two inches longer than Megan’s other large dildo. The fucking monster was at least a foot long!

Frank felt his penis retreat as it tried to crawl up into his scrotum. All thoughts of a sexual reunion with his wife disappeared as he stared at her black dildo. His mind hadn’t comprehended her ability to take the ten-inch dildo, but if that one was too big, then why would she need an even larger one? And why a black one?

He stared at it for ten minutes, at one point flipping it on and marveling at the sheer power of the big black dildo. He’d need to confront Megan about this. He checked the time. She’d be jogging home soon. Thinking about his wife in her sexy running outfit helped make his penis start to remerge from his scrotum. He watched her run up the road whenever he could. Her magnificent titties bounded one way and then the other each time her foot landed on the ground. He often wondered why her back hadn’t started bothering her yet.

Frank slid the dildo back under her pillow and left the bedroom. He was planning on sitting on the front steps to wait for his wife, but as he walked towards the stairs, he thought he heard grunting noises coming from Michelle’s room.

He walked closer, listening.

“UNH! UNH! UNH! UNH!”

Frank stepped up to the door.

“Oh, Daddy! Yes, daddy! Yes, daddy!”

“Pumpkin?” he called, wondering why his daughter was calling out to him. He reached out for the doorknob.

“Fuck me, daddy. Fuck my ass!”

“Michelle?” Frank opened the door.

“FUCH MY ASS WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK, DADDY!”

“Oh, dear god,” groaned Frank, eyes widening in horror at the sight of his daughter, face down and ass up on the bed being sodomized by one of the biggest blackest men he’d ever seen. The black man’s huge hands were on her hips, pulling her ass back into his crotch at a rapid speed. He couldn’t have been too deep in her bowels as there were about four inches of what appeared to be a thick penis sticking out of her rear.

“OH FUCK!” cried Michelle, her head laying on her pillow, her face turned towards the door as she saw her father staring at her in horror from the entrance to her room. “Oh no, Daddy! Stop! Stop Daddy!”

“Shuddup and take my nut, slut,” grunted the black man, pulling her back into his thick cock and holding her still. If Frank had any doubts that the black man was pumping his daughter's ass full of semen, those doubts were removed when his cum began squirting out around his cock and her stretched-out sphincter. “Take all yo daddy’s cum, baby gurl,” grunted the black man, slapping Michelle’s ass and working his cock in and out of her anus.

A thousand thoughts raced through Frank’s mind. Michelle was being raped. He was forcing her to say those horrible things. They didn’t believe in guns or he would have run and grabbed it, shooting the giant black man dead. They did have a baseball bat which they kept behind the front door.

“Stop Jeff. My daddy’s here.” Michelle squealed, squirming and trying to crawl forward.

“Damn right, yo daddy’s here,” said Nigel, slapping her ass again.

“No, my father’s here.”

Nigel glanced towards the door. “Oh, hi there, Mr. Mulvaney,” he said nonchalantly. He placed one beefy hand on Michelle’s ass and pushed her forward.

“Dear god,” gasped Frank, staring in awe at the black man’s cock as it sprang free of his daughter’s rear end. It flew up, spraying a long stream of semen across his daughter’s back. The thing was every bit as big as his wife’s black dildo.

Nigel stepped off the bed and approached him. Frank couldn’t take his eyes off the man’s penis. It was still hard and swollen bouncing with each step the man took towards him. Worse, the head was still spurting out little jets of semen on Michelle’s carpet. He wondered how the thing could keep spitting out semen, but there was no mistaking the size of the two giant testicles swinging between the man’s thighs. It was an exaggeration to say they looked as big as two Magic 8-balls, but not much of one.

Something blocked his view of the man’s enormous penis.

He raised his eyes. The black man had his hand out. “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Mulvaney.”

“What the fuck,” said Frank in disbelief. “You just sodomized my daughter?”

“It’s okay, she likes it. I’m her boyfriend, Nigel Jefferson, but you can call me Jeff.”

“Seriously?” he asked in disbelief. He glanced at his daughter which was a huge mistake as his eyes fell on her flawless well-rounded rear end, the left cheek red from where the black man had spanked her, and a steady trickle of semen pouring from her asshole. He turned his head quickly away and found himself staring at the man’s giant penis again. It was still a twelve-inch monster, but it was starting to drop slightly. The black man had withdrawn his hand. Frank looked up the man’s well-muscled torso, raising his head to look the man in the face. He was smirking at him with an expression of extreme arrogance. He wanted to slap that expression right off the man’s face. He wanted his fist to connect with the man’s jaw, but his instinct for self-preservation told him the man would kill him. “Wait here,” said Frank.

Frank fled the room, running down the stairs. The baseball bat was standing upright behind the door where they kept it. He grabbed it, knowing he had to get in one good hit or the man might take it from him. He ran back up the stairs, chest heaving, and pausing at the top to catch his breath.

Wielding the bat, Frank burst back into Michelle’s room. “Aaargh!” he cried, raising the bat threateningly. The room was empty. The window was open. Frank ran to the window and looked down. Nigel Jefferson was just dropping to the ground. He looked up and winked, giving Frank a little wave, before turning and dashing off.

“I’m cutting that fucking tree down,” growled Frank.

He looked up and saw his wife jogging up the street. Megan’s image filled him with a sense of relief. At least they could tackle this together. He should have listened more to his wife’s concerns about Michelle’s infatuation with some boy. He withdrew through the window, shut it, and locked it.

It would stay locked from now on and if that didn’t work, he’d nail the thing shut.

Michelle was in her shower. If he hadn’t heard the water running, he could have just followed the trail of semen pools from her room to the upstairs bathroom. Things went dark again as he made it to the top of the stairs. He clutched the railing until the dizzy spell passed and he could make his way downstairs again.

He met his wife on the front porch. Despite the day’s events, Megan’s beauty and amazing body still registered in his man brain. He wished her workout clothes were a little more modest. Her gym outfit had only a little more material than one of her bikinis which leaned towards as little material as possible. He ran his eyes up her long-fit legs, to the tight spandex seamless shorts that hugged the curves of her rear end, her flat belly, and to the spandex sports bra that stretched tightly around her full bosom, trying and failing to keep her breasts in place, but they still bounced up and down as she jogged.

Megan’s beauty was magnificent. Her body was sweaty and glistening, her hair wet from working out in the gym and the heat of the day. She was one of those women who required almost no makeup to look good. Frank couldn’t even recall ever seeing a time when his wife didn’t look anything but sexy. Sweaty from her workout, she looked sexy. She looked sexy waking up in the morning, hair mussed and sleepy-eyed. Maybe, that time she had the flu?

Megan glanced up and saw him, freezing in her tracks, chest heaving from her jog. She didn’t give him her usually joyful smile, just a wry somewhat sad smile. “Hi Frank,” she said, walking up to him.

“What? No welcome home kiss?”

Megan stepped closer and gave him a little peck on the lips. “We need to talk,” she said.

“Yes, we do.” He stepped back and sat down on the steps. “I should have listened to you about this Nigel Jefferson.”

“What? Why?” she asked, sitting beside him.

Frank struggled to get out what he’d encountered in Michelle’s room, trembling and a tear running down his cheek.

Megan gasped. Tears ran down her cheeks too as she listened. “So, he’s fucking her too,” she sobbed.

“What do you mean, too?”

“Um, Nigel has a reputation for getting around.”

“We need to handle this together, Megan. So we can confront Michelle as a team and get her away from this black demon.”

“She an adult, Frank,” said Megan. “Oh my god!”

“What?”

“Was he wearing a condom? Michelle’s not on birth control.” Megan had turned pale.

“Thankfully, he was sodomizing her,” said Frank wincing at the sound of his words.

Michelle suddenly burst out of the front door. She was wearing her red swimsuit and cut-off jean shorts. Her dainty feet were in flip-flops. “Bye Mom, bye Dad,” she said, running past.

“Stop, right there, young lady,” said Frank. “Your mother and I need to talk to you.”

“Can’t right now. I’ve got swim practice. Bye.”

“Wait,” said Frank, but Michelle was already entering the garage. She drove out a few minutes later.

“We’ll talk to her later,” said Megan. She got up.

“Hey, we need to talk too,” he said, suddenly remembering the black dildo. “I found something…”

“Later, Frank. Let me shower.” Megan was still pale and shaky, clearly upset at hearing about her daughter with the black man.

“No, we should talk…” Frank watched his wife enter their house, ignoring him. “…now,” he stated with futility.

Why wasn’t anyone listening to him? He felt like he was losing control of his own house.

He went in and sat on the couch. He turned on the TV. It was on the Hallmark channel. Megan liked watching these highly predictable movies about women finding the right man for them. He switched to the news but had trouble concentrating. Horrible, frightening thoughts went through his mind. Why did his wife have a foot-long black dildo? There was only one possible explanation and it was so horrifying, he felt sick to his stomach. Megan knew about Michelle and Nigel Jefferson. She’d caught them too, seen the size of the black boy’s cock. And she wanted to know what it felt like. She had to try it for herself.

But then why had she seemed surprised that Michelle was fucking him?

Nothing was making sense anymore.

Finally, Megan came downstairs in her short white robe. She was holding her phone when a text message buzzed. She glanced sadly at her husband. “Frank, we need to talk.”

“Yeah, I’ve been hearing that a lot since I got home.” He stood and held his arms open for his wife. “I’m sorry, I should have listened to you and been here to prevent this.”

“No Frank, we need to talk about us.” Megan didn’t throw herself into his open arms. She just stood there staring at him.

“Us?” he asked. “I don’t understand.”

Frank saw movement behind Megan. A giant figure was at his sliding glass door. The door opened and Nigel Jefferson strode in. “Hello again, Mr. Mulvaney,” said Nigel with a grin. He slowly walked towards Frank; hand extended for another handshake.

“What the fuck are you doing here? I threw you out.” Frank fished his phone out of his pocket. “Megan, grab the bat. I’m calling the cops.” Frank looked up as the black man loomed over him. The extended hand suddenly balled into a fist. “OOMMPH!” Frank doubled over as Nigel punched him in the stomach, the phone dropping from his hands.

“FRANK!” gasped Megan.

“Don’t worry, I pulled that punch,” said Nigel. He placed his hand on Frank’s head and pushed him back so that Frank sat down hard on the couch.

“Megan,” gasped Frank, still bent over clutching his stomach. His mind wandered to what it would have felt like if Nigel hadn’t pulled that punch.

“I invited him, Frank,” said Megan.

Frank looked up at her. “What’s… going… on?’ he gasped.

“I blacked yo daughter and yo wife, white boy,” chuckled the black man.

“No!” he hissed.

“Yes,” said Nigel.

“It’s true, honey,” said Megan. “I’m sorry.”

“But you don’t even like black people?”

Megan glanced warily at the muscular black giant. Nigel just chuckled. “Well, she black only now, white boy.”

“Get out,” he gasped.

“Nope. You see, I like it here, Mr. Mulvaney.”

“Get out.”

“I think you need to calm down,” said Nigel reaching down to grab Frank’s arm. Frank tried to jerk it away but failed miserably. “Let's get you upstairs.”

Frank had the distinct feeling that if he resisted too much, Nigel would just throw him over his shoulder and carry him upstairs or worse punch him in the stomach again. Nigel held his arm tightly and led Frank up the steps. Frank was still bunched slightly forward, but the pain had lessened. They made it to the top and walked toward the master bedroom. Nigel didn’t push him down on the bed though. Instead, the black man led him over to a chair and had him sit down facing the bed.

Frank looked up from his seat. Nigel reached down and grabbed the hem of his tee shirt and pulled it off over his head. Frank had seen him nude in Michelle’s room and knew how big the guy was, but Nigel Jefferson was ripped. His muscles had muscles. Frank stared at the hard stomach with its abdominal ridges. If he had punched the black man in the stomach, Frank would have broken his hand.

Nigel moved out of the way and Frank found himself staring at his wife, standing by the bed. “Lose the robe,” ordered Nigel, walking over to the bureau and resting his phone on something aimed at the bed. Frank was focused on his wife and didn’t put it together that the black man was filming them.

“But Nigel?” she asked, nodding towards Frank.

“I said, lose the robe, bitch,” he stated again, slowly.

Megan looked down. Her hand came up and pulled the belt on her robe. It opened revealing a vertical stretch of gorgeous female flesh between her tits and down to her pretty patch of brownish-blonde pubes. She opened it farther and let the robe fall off her shoulders. She stared at Nigel expectantly. Frank had never seen her nipples quite so hard. It was like they were straining to reach Nigel, so hard they were pulling her areola up off her breasts. Her chest and cheeks were flushed.

Nigel Jefferson walked towards her. “Kneel,” he ordered. Megan instantly fell to her knees, looking up at his strong youthful body. “You know what to do,” he told her. Megan reached out and unbuttoned his jeans, spreading the flap as she pulled his zipper down. He helped her, pushing his jeans down his waist.

Even from the chair, Frank could see that Nigel’s underwear was worn and stained. They were normal briefs, but so overstretched containing the monster beneath, that Frank wouldn’t have been surprised to see them rip apart at the seams. Megan was eager to get at what those briefs could barely contain. She grabbed the hem, pulling it out and down. Her eyes widened, lighting up with delight, as the huge black cock that Frank had so recently seen in his beloved daughter’s ass sprang up before Megan’s eyes.

Megan bent her head down, jaw extending to take the huge cock head in her mouth. A contented, “Mmmmm,” rumbled in her throat as if she was enjoying sucking the black monster. She bobbed her head, the huge black cock swelling and hardening. Her hands fumbled with his underwear pulling them down to his jeans and down his legs while she continued sucking his hard penis.

“What’s that you suckin, whore?”

Megan paused, pulling her head back. “Your big black cock.”

“Don’t tell me. Tell him,” said Nigel, nodding towards Frank.

“This is a big black cock, Frank,” she told him, staring at him, one hand on the dark shaft, slowly stroking it.

“What’s better, big black cock or little white boy dick?”

“Big black cock is better. He’s so much bigger than you, honey. I can’t resist it.”

Oh no, thought Frank, feeling his penis… his little white boy dick began to swell. He couldn’t take his eyes off his wife or the big black cock in her hand. Megan turned her head away and back toward the big black cock. The beautiful luscious lips pursed and she kissed the tip of the huge cock. Frank’s fingers fumbled with the button on his pants before pulling his zipper down.

“Yo wife was born for this, white boy,” said Nigel, looking down at the beautiful blonde kneeling before him. “I’ve never seen a bitch so hungry for dark meat. She a born slut for big black cock.” The arrogant black man grabbed the back of her head and pulled her forward. Frank almost jumped up, afraid she would choke, but Megan just gave another contented moan as she took most of the black dick down her throat. “What’s your favorite thing in the world, slut?”

Megan bobbed her head a few more times. She pulled back again; Nigel’s cock flew free of her mouth sticking up 45 degrees. “Big Nig.” She wrapped her hand around the knobby head, slowly jerking the entire thing.

“Tell yo husband.”

“This is Big Nig, Frank. It’s the biggest black…” Megan paused in surprise. Her eyes stared at Frank’s crotch. His penis was as hard as it ever got. Frank had spit in his hand and was jerking off. “You’re so little,” she stated, acting surprised like it was the first time she’d seen her husband’s penis. Nigel laughed. “Sorry, honey, I forgot how small… how little… your penis is. It’s never going anywhere near my pussy again.”

“UNH!” Frank’s hips bucked as his penis erupted and by erupting, it spat out about a tea spoon’s worth of weak runny semen.

“Yech, no,” she said, shaking her head in distaste at the sight of her husband’s ejaculating penis. “He’s right, I’m black only now. My pussy belongs to Big Nig.”

“They’ve met,” said Nigel.

Megan looked upset for a moment, looking up at Nigel. Frank noticed her hand had never quit stroking the giant shaft. “Did you… did you have to fuck, Michelle? I thought that if I kept you satisfied then…”

“It takes at least two white bitches to keep Big Nig satisfied. Don’t worry, baby, yo my favorite.  Yo daughter, she just like you, a born slut for big black cock. Think how much happier she gonna be blacked at eighteen. Don’t you wish you met Big Nig when you was eighteen?

“Yes,” she hissed, staring at the giant black cock in her hand. She brought her lips back to the head.

“Let’s move to the bed. Big Nig’s ready to fuck.”

Megan nodded and pushed herself up. She climbed onto the bed on all fours. Frank found himself staring at her rear end. Even from feet away, he could see how wet her pussy was. It was drooling in anticipation of getting Big Nig. She froze, looking over her shoulder at the big black man.

“On yo back,” he ordered. Megan nodded and rolled over on her back, automatically spreading her legs and raising her knees. Nigel kneeled on the bed and moved between her legs. He grabbed the base of his monster cock and bent it down, but stopped. He let go, the foot-long phallus rising above Megan’s crotch, casting an ominous phallic shadow along her belly. “Get up, white boy.”

Frank jumped, startled. “What?” he asked.

“I said, get up. Don’t make me ask again.”

Frank’s fist was still wrapped around his penis. His little white boy penis had shriveled into his hand. He released it and stood, wiping his gooey hand on his thigh.

“C’mere.”

Frank’s pants were around his ankles causing him to waddle like a penguin towards their bed… his bed.” He kicked them off, feeling like a fool as he almost tripped with the giant black man staring at him. Megan was staring with lust at Nigel and not paying him any attention. He stepped up to the bed, his eyes on the 12” dark penis, feeling his shriveled inferior penis trying to retreat into his scrotum. “What?” he asked.

“Grab my cock, white boy.”

“What?” asked Frank again, startled.

“Put yo hand on that nigga dick, boy,” said Nigel.

Frank’s hand sprang out, fingers reaching towards the thick shaft. The hand that had been so recently wrapped around his little white boy dick now closed around the massive black cock that Nigel called, Big Nig. “My god!” he gasped, feeling its girth. There was a large gap between his finger and thumb. His fist easily encircled his thin penis. He couldn’t help himself and let his fist glide up the head. Not only was the thing thick and long, but it was also hard as a rock. “It’s so big!”

“That’s what a real man’s cock feels like, cuck.”

“Yes,” said Frank, agreeing.

“He’s so much bigger than you, Frank,” said Megan staring at her husband’s hand slowly stroking Big Nig. She turned to glance at Frank’s crotch and stifled a laugh.

Frank’s penis ached. He glanced down, surprised to see that his penis was sticking out again. It was as hard as it used to get twenty years ago. He suddenly regretted taking the penis pills.

“You wish you had a real man’s cock, cuck?”

“Yes,” said Frank, feeling his cheeks flushing.

“Well, you don’t, white boy. You wanna see Big Nig fuck yo wife?”

“Yes,” he squeaked.

“Ask me.”

“Would you please fuck my wife?”

“Put it in for me, Frank,” ordered Nigel.

Frank felt the sheer power of the massive cock as he tried to bend it down towards his wife’s pussy. The similar-sized dildo had felt powerful to Frank, but this was the real thing. It was hot and throbbing, pulsing with life. Nigel pulled back so that the head of his cock moved closer to Frank’s fist. He bent it down between Megan’s thighs even as she raised her crotch towards it. Her pussy lips were red and soaked. Her clit was swollen and erect, also an angry red from extreme arousal.

Frank lined the purple-black end of Big Nig up with his wife’s pussy. He felt the cock push through his grip until the head pressed against Megan’s pussy lips. It pushed forwards, her pussy pushing inwards before expanding and engulfing the giant helmet head of Nigel’s cock. Megan gasped and arched her back as she was penetrated by the large monstrosity. The head reemerged until the large flare of the glans pressed against Frank’s index finger before it pushed forward again. This time penetrating deeper inside his wife. It emerged a final time before pushing back into Megan. Nigel’s huge back cock slid back and forth easily in Frank’s fist. With each piston, Frank’s grip on it became more lubricated with his wife’s arousal. She was gasping and moaning, loving the feel of the huge black cock. Frank turned his attention away from the huge cock and toward his wife’s face. He’d never seen her look more aroused or more beautiful. She loved having the monster inside her.

Nigel’s pubes pressed into the back of his fist forcing the top of his fist against Megan’s pussy. He looked back towards her crotch to see that only his fist was preventing her from being fully penetrated by the huge black cock.

“Time to let go, white boy.”

Frank nodded. He released his grip on Nigel’s shaft. The last three inches of big black cock disappeared inside Megan. She cried out, her cum squirting out around the shaft, soaking Nigel’s pubic hair and giant balls. It splattered on Frank’s retreating hand.

Frank stepped back, never taking his eyes off the interracial couple. Nigel now slowly fucking her with half his shaft, his arms under her knees, raising her crotch even with his thrusting cock. Frank reached the chair and sat down on it, his hand finding his erect dick. It didn’t need any lubrication; his fist was still dripping with Megan’s arousal. He started jerking off again, cumming as his wife had a second orgasm.

Megan screamed again as she had her third. She arched her neck, hands grabbing the sheets on the bed and bunching them up inside her fist. Her mouth was open, her head thrashing back and forth. It almost seemed to Frank that the orgasm was so large, her body was trying to escape its intensity.

Nigel pulled his cock out, releasing her. Her ass bounced down on the bed. Her head was still thrashing, only slower now. Her chest was heaving as she caught her breath. Nigel’s cock reared up above her belly. “Turn over,” he ordered.

Megan quickly obeyed, rolling over and getting on all fours. She threw her head back as Nigel entered her from behind. He began a rhythmic fucking. Each time he buried his cock inside her, there was a noise.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Megan groaned, throwing her hands out to brace herself, but the powerful thrusts kept pushing her forward. Her head fell to the mattress, ass still up. Her hands slid towards the head of the bed dislodging her pillow and revealing the black dildo.

Nigel chuckled. “Gimme that,” he ordered.

Megan wrapped her hand around the shaft and reached behind her. Nigel took it from her. He held it up and examined it while continuing to fuck her. “What’s this for? I not giving you enough cock?”

“For Unh when Unh You’re Unh not Unh here UNH! Cumming.” Megan cried out her joy into the bedspread.

“C’mere white boy,” said Nigel. He grabbed Megan’s hips and pulled her back. “Push yourself back up.”

Frank approached the bed once again. He watched his wife weakly struggle back to all fours on the bed.

“Pick up the dildo,” said Nigel. He’d dropped it beside Megan. Frank reached out and picked it up, looking up at Nigel. “Go around and make her suck it.”

Frank complied. He shuffled forward. Megan looked dazedly at him. He held his arm out, the helmet head of the realistic black dildo towards her face. She turned and brought her lips to it, kissing the head before her lips parted and she began sucking the head of the plastic footlong shaft.

Frank stepped closer, bringing the base of the vibrator down to his crotch. He held the base, his other hand reaching out for his wife’s head and pulling her forward trying to get her to suck his big black cock.

Nigel chuckled again, still slowly fucking Megan. “Slobber all over that cock, gurl,” he said. She moaned, sucking faster and working saliva all over the plastic cock. “That’s good. Bring it to me, cuck.”

Frank stepped back. He watched the head of his “cock” exit Megan’s mouth. The end was wet with her saliva. He stepped back towards Nigel and handed him the dildo.

Nigel promptly aimed it down and pushed the head up against her puckered little rosebud. Frank’s eyes widened in surprise when he watched his wife’s anus spread apart for the large invader. It went in easier than he would have thought. This wasn’t her first time.

“One day I’m gonna bring one of my niggas over and get you double-blacked by two BBCs,” said Nigel, working the dildo in and out of her ass. When about six inches was lodged in her ass. He released it and flipped the vibrate switch. Megan cried out with surprise and pleasure. “How’d you like to see yo wife take on two maybe three black cocks, cuck?”

“YESSSS!!” cried Megan, having another orgasm

“No,” said Frank, shaking his head in horror.

“NO?” asked Nigel. “Your little white boy dick says otherwise.”

Frank looked down to see his penis was hard and sticking out again.

Nigel laughed. “Go sit down, white boy.”

Frank shuffled back to his seat and sat down to watch. Nigel began fucking Megan again. He grabbed the dildo sticking out of her ass and used it like a saddle horn. At some point, Frank’s hand found his dick and soon he was jerking off again.

“Here comes my nut, slut,” grunted Nigel, still pulling on the dildo as he slammed his hips into her.

“Fill me up, stud,” she whaled.

“NO!” cried Frank, in alarm, almost jumping out of his seat, but at that moment his little white boy penis decided to cum. “UNH!” he cried, sitting back down and wincing. His penis just drooled out of few more drops of semen. He released it and his penis almost instantly turned limp. It was red from stroking it so much and his balls ached. “Megan?” he pleaded, but it was too late.

Nigel had already buried his cock and Megan was having another orgasm as he seeded her fertile womb with more cum than Frank could have imagined. Frank slid down in the chair in defeat. Her willingness to accept his seed suggested this wasn’t the first time he’d seeded her unprotected pussy.

Nigel slowly withdrew Big Nig. The huge cock’s exit was followed by a torrent of white semen pouring from Megan’s pussy. The giant black man sighed contentedly and slid over to sit on the edge of the bed. Big Nig went from sticking straight out to drooping down over the edge of the bed.  

“Enjoy the show, cuck?” asked Nigel. “Let me tell you how it’s gonna be from now on. I’m the man of the house now and…”

“AAAARRGHHH!”

The two men jumped in surprise as Michelle burst into the room, raising the baseball bat above her head. Her face scrunched up with hate. “YOU BITCH!” she screamed, running towards her mother.

“MICHELLE!” cried Frank in alarm, trying to rise, but he needn’t have bothered.

Nigel rose and caught the end of the descending baseball bat in his hand, yanking it out of Michelle’s grasp. He twisted her arm behind her back and stood up behind her, wrapping his massive arm around her neck.

Megan was still on the bed, head on the mattress, ass up in the air. She slowly turned her head. “I’m sorry, Shelly,” she moaned, weakly trying to push herself up.

“You fucking bitch,” sobbed Michelle, softer this time. Tears running down her cheeks. “You do steal my boyfriends.”

“I couldn’t resist him, Shelly.”

“I hate you!”

“Fuck this shit,” grunted Nigel. He released her arm but kept her in a loose chokehold. She’d changed after swim practice, wearing her favorite torn jeans and another halter that Frank found too revealing. Nigel’s hand slid up under the halter and skillfully undid the hook in her bra. His beefy hand squeezed her tit, fingers pinching and pulling out one nipple. Michelle moaned, turning from angry to aroused in an instant. The black hand slid down her belly to her jeans and fumbled to unbutton them. “Your mom and I are sick and tired of your attitude, little lady,” he said.

Frank watched in disbelief as the black man stripped his daughter down to just her panty. He pulled her down so that she was leaning over his lap, ass up. Nigel raised his hand and slapped it down hard on Michelle’s panty-covered ass.

“FUCK!” she squealed, struggling slightly. Her head was raised, eyes wide in surprise. Frank and Megan didn’t believe in discipline through pain and had never spanked their daughter. This also wasn’t the playful sex slap; Frank had witnessed Nigel giving her earlier. This was a punishment spanking. “What the fuck?” she cried again.

“You answer me, yes daddy, white girl,” grunted Nigel, spanking her again.

“OW FUCK!” She squealed.

“What?”

“Yes Daddy,” she said quickly.

“Stop disrespecting yo momma,” he said.

SPANK!

“Aah! Yes Daddy!”

“My house, my rules.”

SPANK!

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered, tears running down her cheeks.

“You do what I tells ya.”

SPANK!

“Yes, Daddy,” she sobbed.

“You gonna be good from now on?”

SPANK!

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good.” Nigel slipped his hand under her panty. “Don’t want to see nuthin happen to this fine white ass. This ass is a money maker.” He massaged and squeezed her reddening butt cheeks.

“Yes, daddy.” Her voice was soft, barely audible.

Nigel slid two of his meaty fingers between her ass cheeks and down between her thighs. Michelle let out a sudden gasp. “Looks like someone sprung a leak,” said Nigel. Frank watched his daughter squirm on the black man’s lap, raising her rear end into his fingers. “Does getting disciplined turn ya on, white girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whined, “And spanking me must turn you on, Daddy. I can feel Big Nig rubbing my belly.”

“He don’t stay down much around you Mulvaney women. Let's go to your room, baby girl.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said enthusiastically. Michelle pushed herself off Nigel’s lap. Frank watched Big Nig fly up between the black man’s legs, rock hard again.

Nigel stood up off the bed. “Apologize to yo momma, white girl.”

“Yes, Daddy,” said Michelle, casting her eyes down to the floor. “I’m sorry, mom,” she said.

“I’m sorry too, Shelly,” said Megan, rolling over on her back.

Frank cupped his hands over his genitals so his daughter couldn’t see his penis, but she didn’t even glance at him. She kept her head down as Nigel led her out of the room. He stopped and looked over at Frank. “You can stay with yo wife tonight while I’m fuckin yo daughter.” He nodded towards Megan. “Go ahead and clean her pussy. Cucks like sucking up a real man’s seed from their wives’ pussies.” Nigel left, leading Michelle to her bedroom, and grabbing the phone that had recorded everything as he left.

Frank glanced over at his wife. She dropped one leg off the bed and raised her other, displaying her cum filled pussy to him. It was still dribbling a stream of semen. “It’s good, Frank. You’ll like it,” she said. “I love the taste.”

It didn’t look good.

Megan’s pussy was beautiful. The prettiest pussy he’d ever seen, but not now. Her lips were spread open, red and well-fucked, leaking another man’s semen, and her thighs were caked with dried flakes of cum. He looked away, eyes falling on the baseball bat on the floor. For a brief moment, he thought about grabbing it and going after the black man, but he didn’t.

Frank stood. He pulled his pants up. “Goodbye Megan. I’ll always love you.” He turned and left.

“Goodbye Frank,” she replied.

He had several weeks’ worth of clothes in the car from his business trip. He could come back later and get more of his stuff.

Frank froze in horror as he passed his daughter’s room. They’d left the door open. Nigel was sitting on the bed and Michelle was riding him reverse cowgirl. Her gorgeous naked body, the spitting image of her mothers at that age was facing him. Nigel’s large hands were squeezing her breasts, pulling and pinching her nipples. Her splayed open pussy was rising and falling over the girthy black shaft, getting closer and closer to his dangerous sperm-filled black testicles. Nigel was kissing her neck, but his dark eyes were staring at Frank.

“Baby girl, we gonna turn this into a nigga orgy house,” he told her, while staring at Frank. You gonna get all the black cock you want. You and your cheerleader friends are gonna keep my niggas well-satisfied.

“Yes, daddy,” she moaned, rising and falling on the giant cock.

Frank turned and left, staring like a zombie as he headed for the steps. If it had just been his wife, he might have stayed. Watching Megan and Nigel fuck had been one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen, better than any porno, but so had seeing his daughter with Nigel and that was too much to take. That was something he never wanted to see again. He would get to watch his wife and Nigel again, watch them a lot.

Megan’s OnlyFans went live a few weeks later. Frank joined. Michelle started hers too and so did Nigel under the name BigNig. They posted a sex video online almost nightly and daily Frank watched her numbers climb. On the fifth night, Megan took on two new black men whom he vaguely recognized as being in Michelle’s class. Both were hung like horses and seemed to be living out a fantasy fucking Megan Mulvaney. They were over-eager and didn’t last long, but recovered quickly and the movie went on for an hour. This wasn’t a webcam video either, but an actual video with Nigel filming, his voice giving them directions. Her membership numbers continued to climb.

Soon, Megan could no longer take Big Nig in its entirety and her middle began to fill out. Frank attended Michelle’s graduation and her belly was starting to bulge like her mothers. She wasn’t hiding it either. Her graduation gown was open and she was wearing one of her skimpy halters showing off her bulging belly like she was proud of it. She wasn’t the only cheerleader showing off a growing belly either.

Frank went to move some more things out of his house. Megan and Michelle were in the yard doing yoga. Both their bellies were huge now, ready to pop at any moment. If he knew his wife, she wasn’t about to let another pregnancy ruin her figure or Michelle’s either. They were fighting to stay in shape, rubbing cream onto their stretch marks, eating right, whatever it took. Megan’s tits had grown even bigger and Michelle’s were now as big as her mom’s. Michelle waved when she saw him.

Frank waved back, feeling suddenly depressed. A part of him had still been in denial, believing Megan might come to her senses and reunite her family, but he knew when he saw her pregnant belly that it was over for good.

Somehow, post-pregnancy, Megan looked even more beautiful fucking Nigel. Her tits were almost obscenely large. Her areola had spread and her nipples were even thicker. They squirted too when Nigel squeezed them and had a tendency to squirt milk every time she orgasmed. She was the number one video on Pornhub under lactating women and its popularity was leading more people to her OnlyFans. Frank did the math in his head. His wife was now making more than he was and that didn’t include what Michelle and Nigel’s OnlyFans were bringing in.

The baby caused Michelle to delay going to college for a year, but she did go to college. Michelle had wanted to be a teacher or nurse, but now she was taking acting and film editing classes. Frank helped her move into her dorm. He stayed the night in a motel near the college and near a strip club called Naughty Pleasures. Frank walked over and had a few beers watching the dancers. He even paid for a lap dance from a gorgeous redhead. Clubs near colleges tended to feature beautiful young women paying their way through school stripping and Naughty Pleasures did not disappoint. He walked back to his motel with an erection from the lap dance but found himself opening his laptop and jerking off to one of Megan’s videos. This one started with her sucking one of her frequent partners Duane with Nigel fucking her from behind but changed to her riding Nigel while Duane fucked her ass. This was one of Frank’s favorites and another where someone had filmed them.

He returned three months later for a parent’s night, meeting Megan while Nigel went off, wandering around the campus. The three of them had dinner together and Frank found himself struggling not to cry, it felt so much like old times and nothing was wrong. Until Megan pulled out the divorce papers. She wanted the house and half their life savings. He refused to sign until he found a good lawyer.

Frank went back to Naughty Pleasures hoping to take his mind off things and was thrilled when the first dancer was the hot redhead that he’d paid for a lap dance last time. He’d wait for her to make the rounds and ask for another, but then the DJ announced “Shelly” and Frank watched his daughter come out on stage. The crowd went nuts as she was a favorite. He wasn’t too surprised; stripping was tame compared to the sex videos she was posting online. He wasn’t a member of her OnlyFans, but she occasionally appeared in one of her mom’s movies. There was one with both Megan and Michelle on their knees side by side getting fucked doggy style while they stared at the camera and one where they were kneeling side by side heads turned and sucking a big black cock, neither was Big Nig. He sighed and stood to leave, but felt a strong hand on his shoulder push him back down.

“What’s the rush, white boy,” said Nigel. The black man took the seat beside him. “The show is about to get better.”

“Now normally we don’t allow amateurs onstage,” announced the DJ, “but when Shelly’s mom told us she wanted to give dancing a try, we couldn’t say no. Let’s hear it for Megan the MILF!”

The crowd went nuts as Guns N’ Roses, Sweet Child O’Mine started playing and Megan came out. The bikini-clad mother and daughter hugged in the center stage before moving to opposite stripper polls.

“She been practicing at home,” said Nigel proudly.

Frank stared in awe as Megan and Michelle lost their bikini tops, both mother and daughter were so beautiful. They were smiling, enjoying the attention, and seemed truly happy in their new lives as strippers and porn stars. Their panties came off when Warrant’s Cherry Pie started playing.

“Sign the papers, white boy,” said Nigel.

“I won’t,” he replied, watching Megan lean over on the pole and thrust her ass out towards the men crowding the stage. Bordering on turning forty, she was getting more male attention than her twenty-year-old daughter, but it was close. Men were throwing money at both of them. “You see Nigel, I donated to Judge Robertson’s campaign. Patricia is one of those “family values” fundamentalists who like to come down hard on adulterers. I believe she’s a little racist too. She’s very hard on black unwed mothers and deadbeat dads. She’s not going to take kindly to a good Christian wife cheating on her husband with a black man and getting knocked up by him. I want all my money and half my house after we sell it.”

Nigel slid his phone over and hit play on the screen. The color drained from Frank’s face as he saw himself holding Nigel’s black cock and asking the black man to fuck his wife. “I doubt a Judge like that would look favorably on a husband asking a black man to fuck his wife either,” said Nigel.

Megan and Michelle gathered up their money and left the stage. They returned, once again in their bikinis a few minutes later to work the crowd. Michelle was immediately hit up for a lap dance and left with the man. Men tried to stop Megan, but she headed straight for their table. “Well, how’d I do?” she asked.

“You were fantastic, babe,” replied the black man, wrapping his arms around her and giving her a possessive kiss.

“Frank?”

“You looked great, Megan,” he said. “Like a pro.”

She beamed at his compliment.

“Frank was just telling me he agreed to sign the papers,” said Nigel.

“You did? That’s great!” Megan leaned over and hugged her soon-to-be ex-husband.

Nigel pulled out the papers from a pocket inside his coat and set them in front of Frank, tossing a pen on top of the pile. Frank looked down at them, hesitating only for a moment before picking up the pen and signing over the last twenty years of his life to his now ex-wife.

“Hi Daddy,” said Michelle, coming up to the table. The redheaded stripper was with her.

“Hi, pumpkin…” Frank let it trail off when he realized Michelle was talking to Nigel.

“This is Scarlet,” went on Michelle. “Scarlet, this is my boyfriend, Jeff.”

Nigel stood up straight, eyes scanning Scarlet’s great body up and down. Scarlet was returning the gaze, eyes finally settling on the large tubular bulge under Nigel’s pants. “So you interested in working for me?” said Nigel.

“Yeah, I’m interested,” said Scarlet, nodding her head while staring at Nigel’s crotch. “My boyfriend and I made some videos, but we never shared them. And if what Shelly told me about the Big Wig is true, I’m a little nervous.”

“It’s Big Nig.” Nigel pulled a twenty out and handed it to the girl. “How about a lap dance and you can see it for yourself?” he said with a smirk. They got up to go to the private room. Nigel paused. “Megan, why don’t you give yo ex here a dance as thanks for signing the papers?”

“Of course, Daddy,” she replied. “That is if you want one Frank?”

“Yeah, I want one,” said Frank. He got up and they followed Nigel and Scarlet to the backroom past a mean-looking muscular bouncer that wasn’t half as big as Nigel.

“Can I touch?” he asked, sitting in a chair.

“Sure,” said Megan, untying her bikini top. It fell off and Megan began shaking her boobs in his face.

“OHMYGOD!” cried Scarlet from the next room.

Frank sighed, feeling his dick stir. This was the last time he’d ever get this close to his wife’s magnificent body. The last time, he’d ever get to touch her. He caressed her breasts. Having a second child hadn’t ruined them at all. They were still proud, firm, and gravity-defying. Her areolae were larger and her nipples were a little thicker. She turned, rubbing her ass in his lap as he pulled at the strings holding her panty on. Her ass was still well-rounded and firm. Her thighs and legs might have been even fitter.

Frank tried not to cry as he rubbed his hands over his wife’s body. “Megan, what happened?”

She turned around, straddling his lap. She humped her beautiful pussy over the small bulge in his pants. “What do you mean?”

“How’d you end up with Nigel?”

“IT’S SOOO BIGGG!!!”

Megan glanced towards the next room with a sad smile on her face before turning her attention back to Frank. “Well, it all started when I grounded Michelle and made her sleep in my room. She’d set up a rendezvous with Jeff and he climbed up the old oak tree, slipping in through the window…

Frank listened raptly to his wife’s story. She hadn’t knowingly cheated until it was too late to stop. It had all been an accident. He didn’t know who to blame, Megan, Michelle, Nigel, or the stupid oak tree.

Afterward, Megan sat down in his lap and gave him a passionate kiss. “Goodbye Frank,” she told him, breaking the kiss.

“Goodbye Megan,” he replied.

She got up and picked up the bikini. He followed her out of the room. His daughter wasn’t at the table. She was standing naked with several college-age guys, working the room. A minute later she was leading one to the lap dance rooms. Nigel and Scarlet passed them.

“When do we start, Daddy?” asked Scarlet.

“Tonight, in your dorm room,” he said. “I’ll be late getting back to our hotel room.” He told Megan. “We’ll head home sometime tomorrow.” Megan nodded.

“If you don’t mind?” asked Frank. “I’ll swing by the house and pick up the last of my stuff in the morning.” They agreed and he turned to leave.

That night, in his room, he jerked off to the memory of Megan’s goodbye kiss while sitting nude in his lap and not to one of her porn movies online.

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Frank had already moved most of his stuff out or at least everything of his that he needed. He walked through the house one last time, his brain bringing up happy memories from each room. He paused at Michelle’s door, opening it. A tear ran down his cheek. It still looked like a young girl’s room, pink with posters on the wall, and her teddy bear on the bed. His gaze rose, looking out the window at the sturdy branch of the oak. She’d snuck in and out of the house through that window many times and that branch had allowed Nigel to sneak into bed with his wife. Frank’s brow furrowed and he slowly closed the door. He left the house and walked to the garage for a few more things. He retrieved his golf clubs and threw them in the back of the car.

Frank stood beside his car and stared at his house for the last time. The oak rose proudly beside his house, and the shadow of the big tree was reaching towards him, getting closer as the shadow lengthened as the sun went down.

Instead, of getting in his car, Frank turned and walked back into the garage. He took his safety glasses off his tool rack and grabbed his chainsaw. He checked that it had gas.

Frank pulled the string starting the chainsaw as he walked towards the tree.

 

THE END